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ashyblondwaves · 2 years
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For the smut prompt: Westview is fading fast in the final episode but Wanda and Vision make love for the final time to say goodbye (perhaps Wanda becomes pregnant who knows)
“We’ve said goodbye before, so it stands to reason…” 
“We’ll say hello again.” 
The scarlet wall of static was closing in fast, its turbulent course large and unpredictable. The oversized structure cast deep shadows on the walls of the house, performing a macabre dance with the hex’s rapid movements. 
Wanda shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. 
“I’m not ready for this to end,” she confessed. “I want you to stay with me, you and the boys. We can stay here. Our family.”
“We can’t, darling. You know that.” Vision replied, his hand cupping Wanda’s face. “This has to end.”
Wanda shook her head, the tears finally spilling over. 
“I can’t believe I’m losing you again.” 
“Shhh,” Vision said, leaning down to capture Wanda’s lips. “Let’s just focus on this moment.” 
He kissed her again. 
And again.
Their kisses turned  frenzied, as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. Wanda opened her mouth to Vision and allowed his tongue inside to explore.The sensation was bliss, his tongue sliding over hers, they way they swallowed each other’s moans, the length of Vision pressing against Wanda’s hip. 
They couldn’t stop. 
Vision grabbed Wanda’s shoulders and guided her backward until her body hit the wall. He was quick to reclaim her lips, his hands exploring almost deliriously over her breasts and stomach as Wanda grabbed for his jeans. 
“Make love to me,” Wanda murmured, her lips grazing against Vision’s with each word. “One last time.” 
Vision dropped his head, pressing his forehead against Wanda’s. 
“I want to make love to you just like this,” Vision said, moving to nip at Wanda’s lips. “No magic.” 
With a nod, Wanda popped the top button of Vision’s jeans and let the zipper down, the length of him already straining against the denim. She reached in and pulled out his hard cock and balls, leaving the pants hugging his ass. 
“Your turn,” Vision said, unbuttoning and unzipping Wanda’s jeans with a single nimble movement. 
He watched as Wanda stepped out of her jeans and underwear and stood naked from the waist down in front of him. 
“You/re beautiful,” he muttered, stepping back to admire her form. “I just want to look at you for a while, but we’re running out of time.” 
“Please don’t say that,” Wanda cried. “Just make love to me.” 
A quick look out the window showed the hex inching ever closer to the house, and though Wanda didn’t want him to say it, they were almost out of time. 
Vision was on Wanda in an instant, pressing her against the wall as she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid into her in a single movement, immediately pulling back out just to hear that sharp inhale from Wanda as the loss of him. 
“Please,” Wanda begged. 
Vision was happy to oblige, filling her again and staying firmly sheathed inside of her. His hips snapped quickly with each thrust, Wanda started to cry out but instead moved her head to the crook of Vision’s neck to stifle her moans and that’s when Vision remembered, the boys were still upstairs. 
The realization made him work even quicker, eager to reach the peak of bliss one last time with his wife. He grabbed Wanda’s hips, pulling her down onto him as deep as he could go before he reached his climax and he came deep inside Wanda, reveling in Wanda’s own orgasm. The way her walls clenched his cock It felt like even her body wanted to keep him there. 
They uncoupled fast, putting their clothes back on hurriedly before moving back to the window. Wanda was breathless and slow to move, but she made it just in time. 
“It looks like we’ve got mere seconds,” Vision said, grabbing Wanda’s hand. They turned to face each other, Wanda using her free hand to cup Vision’s face.
They stared at each other longingly as the hex devoured the house, the boys and Vision. 
“So long, darling,” he said as the hex took him over.
He was reduced to golden flecks as his body disappeared, leaving Wanda standing alone on an empty plot of land once again. It was over. 
SIX MONTHS LATER
Wanda sat on her front porch, a cup of raspberry tea warming her hands. It was quiet, something others may consider peaceful but Wanda did not. The silence just made it more painfully obvious that she was alone. 
For now. 
Setting her tea down on the step she placed a hand over her grown belly. 
“You will be so loved, little one,” Wanda cooed, rubbing circles on her stomach. She smiled as the baby kicked and squirmed inside of her. She would do anything to protect this child. 
Anything. 
It was all she had left and she would go to the ends of the Earth to make sure this baby had everything they needed and all the love in the world. 
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kayedium-writes · 6 months
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Find Me in Terminal B
MCU - No Powers AU / Wanda Maximoff x Vision / 2107 Words
There were about a million things going wrong in Wanda's day, and to add to the list: a chatty stranger asked for the seat beside her in the airport. A chatty stranger she suddenly doesn't want to leave when he realizes he's sitting in the wrong gate.
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Wanda panned over the cars stopped around her on the freeway, horns blaring, and the occasional impatient driver trying to force their way from one lane into another—or across three, in some cases. She could see her exit and it was still out of reach. A mile and a half, a single mile, then half of a mile kept her from the airport terminal exit and… Nothing. Back to a momentary standstill.
The large, blacked-out SUV behind her laid on the horn and snapped her from her daydream where she was imagining designs for a teleportation device to get her out of there. She kindly lifted her middle finger into the rearview mirror and gave into the spirit of summer vacation when she stepped on the gas to catch up with the line of cars that had finally begun to move again. Second only to the winter holidays, what a wonderful time of the year.
Read the rest now on AO3!
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argonaughtt · 2 years
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Together at last.
Based on the lovely fic To the World by @justanothermarvelgirl ❤️
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esmethenightdemon · 2 years
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the (so far complete) esmethenightdemon fanfic masterlist
little disclaimer: this is in posted order from oldest to newest, so the ones at the top of each fandom section is probably not my best work. it is still up and posted for those who want to read it though because i’m not ashamed of my progress and i still think all of them are at least decent even if choppily written and very short. either way, enjoy <3
SUPERNATURAL
bc, ad (784): before cas came and after dean left; destiel
of love and tacos (1k): cas bonds with dean over cooking when he becomes human; destiel
cover your crystal eyes (830): dean is obsessed with cas’s eyes; destiel
breathe, cas (844): cas doesn’t quite have the hang of a vital human function; destiel
i’m an angel (584): cas knows dean loves him; character study
i think you’re pretty sweet (713): gabriel leaves sam messages on candy wrappers; sabriel
i always come when you call (1k): five times cas says ‘i always come when you call’ and the one time dean says it back; destiel
you deserve to be saved (1k): 15.18 fixit where dean saves cas; destiel
innocence died screaming (1.2k): sam can’t cope with gabriel’s death; sabriel
DCEU
it was a good plan, too (1.3k): harley goes to save rick from the rubble; harlick (POV harley)
we don’t leave one of our own behind (1.4k): harley goes to save rick from the rubble; harlick (POV rick)
impulse control (3.1k): harley is trigger happy, rick flag is not pleased, and neither of them know how to be emotionally vulnerable; harlick
MCU
all the stars (10.9k): wanda and visions time in scotland post civil war; scarletvision (INCOMPLETE AND ABANDONED)
we could form an attachment (7k): makkari and druig, but make it bridgerton season one; drukkari (WIP, TO BE UPDATED)
LOCKWOOD AND CO
can you keep me close, can you love me most? (3.4k): lucy and george are spending more time together, and anthony takes note; locklyle
on the nature of touch (3.3k): lucy tries to figure out what lockwood's love language is; locklyle
thanks for reading <3
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finnicks · 2 years
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( fic ) i'm coming with you
i'm coming with you
mcu (multiverse of madness) | wanda & 838!wanda; wanda/vision & billy & tommy teen, 2.9k When Wanda dreams, she dreams of nothing. She begins to dream when her alternate self reaches through the Multiverse to help her find her home.
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starlithumanity · 5 months
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So I went into hyperfocus mode and spent hours setting down and expanding my playlists for the two fictional couples I've written fanfiction for in the past. IDK if that was the best use of my time, but I think it helped me process some feelings 🤷🏼‍♀️. These ships gave me some light to survive during two of the most horrific times of my life, and I am doing trauma processing in therapy now, so!
ScarletVision Playlist (Wanda Maximoff/Vision from the Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Gentlebeard Playlist (Stede Bonnet/Edward Teach from Our Flag Means Death)
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themoonlitsojourner · 2 years
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👀🏅📥😈💭🍰🌈
Greetings, Anon! Ooh, lots of questions here.
👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?
Oh yeah, I absolutely do. 😂 I wrote some very dark Robstar a while ago that I'm reluctant to even edit, let alone consider posting. It is an angsty, plotless mess. Besides that, there are also a few Tara x OC fics that I had a lot of fun writing but can't quite work up the courage to post. They're shameless fluff fics.
🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc)?
I wrote almost 40,000 words from a single perspective a month or so ago when I finished "It's Only a Secret". Which is crazy, because I am a chronic head jumper. It was the first time I'd written anything longer than a one-shot from a single perspective. And it was Cyborg's POV, which I'd never even written before! It was a lot of fun. Overall, I would say I'm most proud of that fic, for that reason and a million others. I can't wait to post it, but I'm fully expecting little to no reception. I have no idea where the CyJinx fans are at, they seem to be hibernating. 😂
😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?
Hm, maybe my habit of writing new things rather than editing what I've already finished so I can post it? 😂 I haven't been the most active lately in posting for that very reason. I'm not too bad about finishing fics, but editing can bog me down. I've decided to alternate writing and editing days though, so maybe that will help.
💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?
I'm not entirely sure how to answer this one because I don't entirely know what it means. 😅 I mean, fanfiction is basically headcanons tacked onto plot, right? Sooo, I guess the headcanon I use the most often behind the scenes is Tara having some form of bipolar disorder. I never address it directly in fics, but I write her that way as best I know how.
🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).
Jumping back to the Marvel Scarletvision fandom for this one! It has to be The Age of Miracles by thelilacfield, or @maximoffvizh on tumblr. This one scene in chapter 3 gets me everytime, I swear I've gone back to re-read it a dozen times. It's so softttt. I'm also in love with something good and right and real by secretsarenotforfree. It has the best vibe of all the fics I've read and drew me in so easily and completely. The Tyrandy is incredibly well-written too. Masterful.
🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]?
Well, a fic wasn't given for this prompt, but about half of mine are inspired by music, especially the Titans stuff. "Reckless", "My eyes oh they're Stormy", "Slow dancing in the Darkness", and "Please don't cry" included. The Marvel stuff has more random, scattered inspirations. If you want more info about a specific fic inspiration, feel free to send another ask, Anon! Thanks for sending this one!
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moogleannywrites · 2 years
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❤ Vanilla Sky's Fanfiction Masterlist ❤
Welcome to my masterlist! This is a quick guide for my work until now, updates will happen as soon as I post my fics. Enjoy <3
Find me on Ao3 | Find me on Nyah! Fanfiction (PT-BR)
I have two tags: vanilla sky fanfiction and moogle anny writes. You will find all of my stories by those tags :)
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Marvel
Matt Murdock/Daredevil
Reader inserts:
Secret Santa
You're Pulling Your Punches
Have a Flowery Day! i. white orchids | ii. daisies | iii. forget-me-nots | iv. jasmines | v.
I wanna ruin our internship, we should be partners instead
Karedevil (Matt Murdock x Karen Page):
Do's & Dont's
dream a little dream...
Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x The Vision
Pre-WandaVision/AU's:
A Quiet Day
Can You Help me Fix the TV?
Post-WandaVision:
Coming soon!
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Star Wars
Coming soon!
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Games
Coming soon!
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A reminder that I post my fics on AO3 as well (link above) and that you can submit a request (for Daredevil and Avengers, Star Wars main timeline movies and series - not animated - as well as games - mainly Life is Strange, Days Gone, Fire Emblem Awakening/Three Houses and the Persona franchise), unless I specify at my bio that requests are closed.
Thank you so much for stopping by, have a nice day!
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visionsofus · 3 years
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Prompt for the mixtape: Wanda and Vision training together at the compound... and by training we all know we mean flirting
hi! thank you for this! I just feel like any time Wanda and Vis train it always dissolves into flirting and messing about (even if they're super serious for missions). I felt like writing a little capture the flag scenario, it's not long but I hope it's fun to read!
Track #27: Power - Isak Danielson
| read on AO3 here | mixtape playlist | send me an ask with your song/prompt request |
Capture the flag with the Avengers was always going to be a little different than your average summer camp game. It's made worse by the fact that Wanda and Vision can't seem to keep their hands off of each other...
It was the middle of the week for the Avengers and that apparently meant a friendly game of capture the flag.
It was for training, supposedly, but Wanda was pretty sure it was just to make sure they didn’t go stir crazy during their time off. Capture the flag was a less-destructive option compared with some of the other extracurriculars her teammates had tried to pursue during their holiday.
The time off was a new initiative. For 2 weeks out of every six months they were required to take time off and recuperate. The new rule was a result of a psychological evaluation that had been conducted two months earlier, finding that everyone was under an exorbitant amount of stress. It had been decided that in order for everyone to look after themselves properly there needed to be enforced holiday time.
As Wanda trod through the grass, her training boots softening the blow of her stomping, she couldn’t help thinking of the warm bed that she had been dragged from. Time off was supposed to mean lots of risk and relaxation, right?
Apparently not for a team of stressed-out superheroes with nothing to do.
The rest of the team had assembled on the back lawn facing the mass of woods that backed onto the compound’s south side. It was the view that Wanda saw from her bedroom, which was where she was supposed to be.
She shook her head no use complaining, she’d never live it down if she didn’t participate. Plus, she was a bit excited at the opportunity of hitting something that wasn’t going to try and kill her in return. Hopefully. She had finished the last of Sam’s peanut butter the previous evening so maybe her life was in a little bit of danger.
“Hurry up!” Natasha called from the circle she had assembled for their team, comprised of Steve, herself and a reluctant Clint who was still lacing up his boots and looked as if he too had been dragged from slumber. “I picked you for our team.”
Wanda surveyed their opponents – Tony, Rhodey, Sam and Vision. She grinned, her typical competitive spirit sparking at that. The last time they’d done a training exercise like this she and Vision had been on the same side; it would be interesting to actually try fighting him in a real time exercise. She grinned at Vision, a daring glint in her eyes and relished the way he stared, his eyes tracking up her body. Yes, this was going to be very fun.
There was a map set out on a plastic table, indicating where their flags were and how the forest was to be divided, with the river that ran through it the midline. The two teams took a moment to strategies. It was always a pain to pick who would be the one guarding the flag because everyone was competitive enough that they wanted to be part of the action. Thankfully, Clint volunteered, and Wanda was left to lead their attack, with Steve and Nat set on being the decoys.
“Usual rules, first person to get the opposing team’s flag wins, only one person guarding the flag at a time and please try not to destroy the forest?” Steve said pulling out one blue flag and one yellow flag, handing the latter to Sam.
Everyone made noises of agreement, but they were already shifting up to the starting line, bodies tensed and muscles tight, ready to launch themselves into the trees.
All it took was the clap of a starting gun and they jumped into motion. Each team set off in opposite directions while Vision disappeared in a blink. Wanda knew he would be at their flag, the last line of defence. A wise choice and one that would make her job all the more fun.
Wanda wasn’t as fast, but she was light on her feet and easily snuck through into the yellow team’s territory with no one noticing. It appeared Steve and Nat were taking their distraction role seriously.
Her powers made it easy to move about in confined spaces and so she darted between the branches of towering trees, using her powers to push herself off of thick boughs. Her boots ring off branches as she used the foliage for cover. Below her there was the sound of heavy footfalls and she saw Rhodey appear, sneaking off towards their territory. A few moments later Nat appeared hot on his toes, silent as ever. She glanced up at Wanda and grinned. Her thumbs up let Wanda know that the coast was clear.
Reinvigorated, Wanda launched herself over roots and onto the rough forest floor, her feet bounding. As her legs burned, she felt Vision. Technically it might have been cheating in some ways – but Steve didn’t specify if there were any restrictions on her power and based on the sound of explosions at her back no one else was holding back. Vision was nearby, she could feel like calling to like.
Nevermind that Wanda had warned Vision about how open he let his mind be, making it easy for anyone like her to slip inside. He was blasting his presence loud and clear for her.
Wanda thundered to a stop next to the wide river whose waters filled the lake near the compound. It rushes, the swell strong from the previous week’s rain and on the other side of the misting water was Vision. His arms were set confidently on his hips and behind him she caught the yellow glimmer of his flag tied around a tree branch.
Vision shrugged casually when he saw her, but Wanda didn’t let his nonchalance hold her back. She launched herself across the rushing water, her powers propelling her forcefully into the air. She barely made it halfway across, Vision reached her too quickly.
They collided remarkably softly, and Wanda smirked at how Vision’s hand reached around her waist to steady her. In a moment she was returned to the banks and Vision was where he was moments earlier. Damn super speed. She thought. Wanda can still feel the warmth of his bare hand on her back. Damn feelings.
“That’s not fair!” She called across the water. As she spoke, she darted to the left and Vision easily mirrored her movement, ready to stop her.
“It’s all part of the game Wanda, darling,” Vision teased. Wanda’s eyes narrowed at the term of endearment, surely antagonising the enemy should have been against the rules.
She feinted, moving one way before spinning in the opposite direction. As predicted, Vision wasn’t fooled, and he followed her motions easily. As Wanda jumped again Vision moved to meet her in the middle, hovering easily above the water. Instead, Wanda let her power go and dropped rapidly, almost hitting the water below. She recovered just in time to push her powers off the water and land on the bank. She hit the ground with a thud, her knees stinging a little on impact but wasted no time getting up again, eyes searching for the bright yellow flag she had been put in charge of retrieving.
Vision recovered quickly and in moments he was in front of her. Wanda stepped sideways and he moved. She threw a punch and he blocked, he feinted, and she easily saw through his manoeuvre. Neither of them could get past each other’s guard but they like the challenge.
There was a reason she was rarely paired with Vision during training. For one, their powers were too well matched to hurt each other so they tended to end up damaging the space around them. And then there was the fact that it could never just be fighting with them. There always had to be teasing, flirting, names, exploiting each other’s well-known weaknesses.
Wanda backed up, relishing in how Vision strode after her, the world blurred at the edges. She tilted her head with a cocky smile and raised her hands, red balls of energy forming. One after another she hurled them in his direction, but Vision was too quick. He actually laughed as he spun and dodged her carefully aimed strikes, instead they ricocheted off the trees around them. Frustrated, Wanda changed strategies.
With great effort she sent a bubble of power and encased Vision. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough for Wanda to launch herself up onto the nearest tree bough. Vision struggled as he waded out of her energy field, his head snapping around to figure out where she had disappeared to.
Wanda’s breathless laugh was all it took for him to figure out where she was. His head tilted upwards at the same time Wanda launched herself from the tree, hurtling straight for his chest. She hoped that the force of her power and gravity would sending him careening to the ground, but Vision, with all his strength and infuriating grace, simply caught her around the waist. He pulled her close, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
“Hi there,” Wanda breathed, blinking at the sudden closeness.
“Darling, you’re blushing,” Vision said softly, and heat raced up Wanda’s neck. He wasn’t playing fair, but she was more annoyed with herself for caving to such simple tactics. With one push he reluctantly let her go and her feet hit the ground.
“Maybe,” Wanda punched as Vision blocked, “if you didn’t keep calling me pet names – I wouldn’t be blushing.” In a moment she thought she had him, with her leg hooked around Vision’s knee and using her power to pull him to the ground. But Vision’s speed put him at an advantage, and he caught her off guard by grabbing her hands and holding them tightly.
“That can be fixed,” Vision whispered close to her ear, and she shivered. Despite the situation and how close their bodies were there was a hesitancy to his behaviour that made her legs feel shaky. “Is dear more suitable?” he asked, and Wanda jumped when he pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Or my love,” he whispered, his lips trailing down her jaw.
“Wanda,” he murmured against her lips, and it was question and a confession all at once. Nobody said her name like he did. So, Wanda gave in. she pulled him to a standing position, pulling his arms around her waist as she kissed him breathlessly.
“We probably should focus on the game,” Vision whispered, his hand pushing her hair back from her face so he could layer kisses across her cheek and down her neck.
“Yeah, you’re making a great argument for that...” Wanda hissed.
Frustrated, she caught his chin in her hand and relished the way he looked at her. The adoration, the longing. She’d never get sick of those eyes.
��Kiss me, please,” Wanda murmured, trailing her fingers up his neck. In moments they were pressed up against the very tree that held the flag Vision had forgotten he was supposed to be guarding.
She reached up, masking the movement by running her hand through his hair. With him sufficiently distracted she reached further, her fingers brushing against the silky fabric of the flag.
With one hand pressed against Vision’s abdomen and his mouth distracted by her kisses she was able to send the flag flying over to a waiting Natasha who was waiting casually on the riverbank.
A sharp whistle pierced the air as Nat grasped the fabric and holding it above her head in triumph.
Vision froze and broke away from Wanda, looking slightly dazed.
“That’s really not fair.”
“Nothing’s fair in love and war, darling,” Wanda grinned, biting her lip.
“Gee thanks for the help lovebird!” Rhodey called and Vision hung his head in embarrassment.
“Vision you’re supposed to protect the flag, not fraternise with the enemy!” Tony called, arriving at the riverbank with a blue flag in his grip, he’d apparently grabbed it moments after Wanda had gotten their flag to Natasha.
“I wasn’t fraternising!”
“What do you call that then?”
Vision was stumped at that, and he let Wanda lead him back to the others, his hand a constant presence at her back, their fingers woven together. The others began to recollect their favourite moments, the game well and truly over.
“I’ll get you next time,” Vision said confidently, looking down at Wanda.
“I’m holding you to that promise.” Wanda scrunched her nose up in a smile as she kissed Vision’s cheek, his arms circling her waist in a hug.
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titaniasfics · 3 years
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I loved your last drabble and want more. How about Wanda and Vision being romantic af?
This is a wonderful prompt, if only because it leaves so much space to work and I have a horrible habit of being overly romantic. This one is set in my favorite canon location - Edinburgh, Scotland, between Civil War and Infinity Wars. I haven’t worked out a title yet, so I’m just calling it A Synthezoid in the World. Thank you for the prompt!
Also on AO3
A Synthezoid in the World
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Vision lets the book he’s reading settle on his chest where he lies with his head on Wanda’s lap. She glances away from her own book, a collection of Sokovian poems that he ordered for her online. She balances it in one hand, the other stroking the warm skin on either side of the strip of vibranium that laces down his head. His feet are propped up on the armrest – the divan too short to accommodate his legs but he doesn’t feel discomfort the way she does, tolerating the position. Sunlight filters through the clouds of a Scottish sunset, slanting through the windows and onto the floor of her bedroom.
“I have now read the masterworks of 428 writers from 72 countries and territories,” Vision begins. Wanda sets the book down on the armrest next to her. “No matter where the writers are from, or what language they speak, they all write about the same themes.”
“And,” she squishes up her face in both amusement and curiosity at his statement. “What are those themes?”
“Human nature. Individuality. History. Mortality. Beauty. Love.” He numbers them off with something like awe.
“The fugitive life?”
He casts her a wry look as she chuckles in reaction. He continues, “There are other themes, but these seem to be the persistent ones.”
Wanda runs a forefinger down his nose, bopping the tip playfully. “It makes sense. Humans share these things in common.” Her thoughts travel to the poem she’s just read which describes how the process of peace, conflict, war, loss, and rebuilding continues as long as there are humans to do battle. She, of all people, can attest to this. “There is truth in those themes, even if the experience of them might be different. Each culture, each individual must confront them at some point in their lives.”
“Interestingly enough, though I am not human, I am often preoccupied with the same questions.”
Wanda frowns. She doesn’t like when he sets himself apart from everyone else. To her, he is just Vision and as much her…friend…as any human can be. “That is because you are not so different from us, though you are very stubborn and want to believe otherwise. You were created by humans and you live with humans.”
“Technically, I was created by a deranged and too quippy murderbot---“
“---who was in turn created by a rather deranged and too quippy human.” Vision glances up in askance at her words, but she merely shrugs. Her thoughts fly to Tony Stark and she has to instinctively repress a disapproving head-shake. “Of course you will wonder about the same things.”
“Maybe I should write a book,” Vision continues and Wanda knows he is perfectly serious. “Perhaps short stories or poems where I describe my experiences as a synthezoid in this world.”
Wanda smiles, wondering how he manages to be so smart, earnest, and adorable at the same time. Sometimes, it takes real effort not to pull him by in his collar and kiss him. Her lips burn at the idea of it but she is so afraid of ruining this special thing they share, these rendezvous that sustain her through the more difficult aspects of her current existence. “There’s your title. A Synthezoid in the World, by The Vision.”
He quirks his head, the friction sending a thrill of pleasure along the skin of her thighs. “Meditations on Life and the Human Condition.” He mimes speaking in public, hand extended for effect.
Wanda chuckles as she chases his hand, but he captures hers instead, pulling their now twined fingers against his chest. She sighs at his touch. “That’s quite a tag line,” she whispers
“And friendship,” he adds, his blue eyes holding hers, opaque and full of emotions. She knows because she senses them as they roll through him, like endless waves on a fathomless sea. “I could write about friendship…and love.”
“Vision,” his name is nothing but a gasp of longing as his emotions surge far above her seawall, the ones she’s erected to keep herself safe. To keep herself from being washed away after months of sinking deeper and deeper into her attachment to him. There are not enough rationalizations in the world to dampen those feelings.  She tries to speak but she’s shaking and words elude her.
Vision pulls himself into a sitting position, facing her. He manages to do so without releasing her hand. “I can write about love, too.”
She lifts her free hand and cups his cheek. “You could. You could write about love…and being loved in return.”
His expression softens. Turning his face into her hand, he leaves a kiss on her palm - one, then two in the sensitive patch where her power emerges, power strong enough to crush the world. Power that is at his mercy.
She slides the hand he’s christened with his kiss and holds it over the stone, her energy coming to life. “Can you feel me?”
Vision closes his eyes as the Mind Stone answers, its glow a counterpoint to the dim light from the setting sun. She opens her mind so he can experience her emotions, feel the things she doesn't know how to say. His face betrays a kind of ecstasy she never imagined him capable of and she loves this, too. Loves his capacity to continue to surprise her when she foolishly believes all his mysteries are solved.
When he opens his eyes, she drops her hand and leans into him, slow and inevitable as time passing. His lips are warmer than she anticipated, the taste of him elemental, like kissing the sky or the forest. Metallic. Warm. Pulsing with life. And nothing like she’s ever known.
A tiny moan escapes her and he surprises her again, a sound like a plea that answers her kiss. And when their tongues touch, they shiver together and it is a sweet release, the exhale of a billion neurons that have been waiting for months in expectation of this.
They pull apart with great effort, and even so, they still cling to each other, foreheads resting against each other. They breathe until they return to themselves, as still as the star-studded night sky. When it is possible to function normally, Vision breaks the silence.
“It is no wonder people are moved to poetry if only to relive such a moment.”
“And so many more like it,” Wanda says before pulling him close, eager to find those moments with him.
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springdandelixn · 2 years
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My Dark!Vision fic is out! Check it out :)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34155352/chapters/84983014
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ashyblondwaves · 2 years
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#14 KITH PROMPT :D
Yay!
14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.
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Wanda paced the length of the dark hotel room, breathing in deeply through her nose and blowing it out between pursed lips. Vision would be arriving soon, their first time seeing each other since the airport battle all those weeks ago. 
After dozens of phone conversations, things had changed between them. The unspoken thing they’d been skirting around during their time together at the compound had turned into so much more. Late night talks about any and everything eventually turned into midnight confessions of attraction which led to them planning this secure meeting in Europe. 
Wanda was dying to see Vision, but now that it was almost time to see him she didn’t know how to behave. Nervousness bubbled up in her stomach at the thought of seeing those expressive blue eyes again and hearing the calming cadence of his voice in person once more. 
The light staccato knocking pulled Wanda from her thoughts. He’d arrived. With another deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth, Wanda put her hand on the doorknob and pulled the door open. 
Before her was a man she’d never seen before. Tall and lean with blond hair, wide shoulders and expressive blue eyes she’d recognize anywhere. 
“Vision?”
“Hello, Wanda.” 
“You don’t… look like you.” 
“I’m sorry, I should have warned you I’d be arriving in a disguise to keep the media at arms length. Would you prefer to see me how you remember?”
She wanted to say yes. She wanted to see Vision, her Vision. But she was enjoying looking at the Vision standing before her now, as well.
“You don’t have to,” she finally said, cracking a smile while looking Vision up and down. “You look good.” 
“As do you,” Vision replied, taking a small step over the threshold of the hotel room.
Wanda couldn’t take her eyes off him long enough to invite him in. Instead, Vision stood in the doorway as Wanda stared at him, her hand still gripping the door. That’s when she knew what she needed. Very slowly, she stepped forward and pressed herself up against Vision’s body. He seemed to understand exactly what she wanted, wrapping his strong arms around her and enveloping her in a hug. 
They stood there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours, the silence between them comfortable and calming. Until suddenly, as hands roamed and bodies swayed, it wasn’t enough. 
Wanda pulled away first, looking up at Vision with pleading eyes as she mouthed the words, kiss me.
Vision leaned in slowly, but with a determination and steadiness that Wanda had missed. He pressed his lips to hers, a simple kiss with a lot of meaning behind it. But suddenly, with Wanda’s bottom lip coming to rest right between Vision’s, their kissing became more frantic, more needy. Vision’s arms came back around to pull Wanda into him as Wanda’s hands moved up and she tangled her fingers in his short blond hair. 
Wanda opened her mouth to let Vision’s tongue explore. He ran the tip of his tongue lightly against Wanda’s. It felt so good, so right that Wanda suddenly and without warning pulled her hands from Vision’s hair and grabbed the collar of his jacket, pulling him into the hotel room completely and walking backward until her legs hit the bed. 
As they laid down on the bed, Wanda let her legs fall open so Vision could settle between them, their lips never parting for even a second. When Vision did pull away, Wanda almost whined until she felt his warm, wet lips press against her neck.The feeling was absolute bliss and Wanda wrapped her legs around Vision’s waist, anchoring him against her while he continued to press frantic kisses to her pulse point, his hands running down her shoulders to her stomach and back up.  
“Vis,” she purred, lifting her head to capture his lips in a quick kiss. “I want you to kiss me as yourself now.” 
Vision seemed to know exactly what she meant. He pulled away for just a moment before flashing gold and transitioning into his Synthezoid form right before her eyes. Wanda’s hand moved to his cheek as she smiled up at him. 
“Hi,” she said, brushing her thumb against his cheek. 
“Hi,” Vision returned, leaning down to lay another kiss to Wanda’s lips. 
Wanda couldn’t explain it, but it felt different kissing him now. Even better, somehow and soon their kisses grew frantic once more. Hands explored, while their bodies stayed pressed together, joined in all the right placed and it was then that Wanda knew for sure, she’d never have enough of him.
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kayedium-writes · 2 years
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Anidala Wandivision au where it's Padme who goes to dark side
Don’t tempt me like this, Anon!
Padmé would go full-Wanda over her twins too (even if I wasn’t a fan of MoM).
I do have some floating ideas for my other fav fictional couple who can’t seem to get a happy ending or be with their twins… don’t know how anyone else would feel about them, though.
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argonaughtt · 2 years
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Just a PSA in case, ya know. You and your soulmate are ever accused of witchcraft.
Credits to cornchip for making this Burn the Witch meme
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wunderloss · 3 years
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Writing my first multi chapter series and it’s a ScarletVision College!Au with the rest of the avengers as students as well. Slow burn and rated Teen for language. Check it out if you’re interested!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30136272/chapters/74236857
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her-storybooks · 4 years
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‘WHITE NOISE’ IS GOING TO BE UPDATED TONIGHT!
Where are my ScarletVision lovers out there? are you still there. do we call it Wandavision now? 
It’s been such a long time since I updated White Noise, but i always promised an update and a completed story eventually! 
So tonight, I am finally ready to release the next chapter! 
you ready? 
If you need a refresher, read what i’ve written so far here 
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