#scarletvision fic

[ashyblondwaves]

Oooh! Number 10 for the Maximoff Family. I headcanon wanda as suffering from nightmares often so one of the boys coming to wake up her and Vizh because they had a scary dream is 🥺🥺🥺

You got it! Also posted to AO3 if that's more your thang.

Outnumber Chapter 16: Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

The scream was blood curdling. The kind of scream no parent ever wants to hear from their child. 

“Billy!” Wanda blurted out, her eyes still closed. 

She and Vision sprung from their bed, a bleary eyed Wanda searching for her clothing on the floor as Vision easily phased into a pair of pajama pants. 

“Probably quicker,” he shrugged, speed walking out of the room. 

Wanda mimicked Vision’s actions, phasing into her pajamas rather than trying to pick them up off the floor. She padded out of the room, catching up to Vision as he burst through the twins’ bedroom door and went straight to Billy. 

Wanda made a bee-line for Tommy, the small boy lay in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin, clearly scared by his twins’ screams. 

“There’s…. There’s something in the walls,” Billy stammered, grabbing onto Vision with an iron grasp. 

“Is he ok?” Tommy whispered, his eyes darting from Billy to Wanda. 

“It was just a dream, son,” Vision said, loud enough for Tommy to hear, too. “I promise you, there’s nothing in the walls.” 

“But I heard it, daddy! I heard it,” Billy argued, tightening his grip around Vision’s body and whispering one last time, ”I heard it.”

“Dreams can be very vivid and feel very real,” Vision explained. “Let’s listen now.”

Wanda pressed a kiss to Tommy’s head and repeated the same with Billy. 

“Listen with daddy, boys. I’m going to check on Florence,” she said, slipping out of the room. 

As quietly as she could, Wanda opened the door to Florence’s room. The toddler was quiet and Wanda expected her to be asleep but there she stood in her crib, tears glistening in her eyes, her bottom lip jutted out. 

Once Florence saw Wanda her tears fell in earnest, a small wail escaping her lips. 

“Oh, Baby Bug!” Wanda cooed, plucking the little girl from her crib and holding her tightly. “I’ve got you.”

Twenty minutes later, all three children were settled down and back in bed. 

Or so they thought. 

It was quiet in Wanda and Vision’s room. Neither of them were asleep when they heard the slow creaking of the bedroom door and little feet pitter patter across the carpet. 

There stood Billy, holding tightly to his favorite blanket as he stared at Wanda. 

“There’s something in the walls,” he insisted. 

“Buddy,” Wanda said, exasperated. “Come here.” 

Billy crawled into Wanda and Vision’s bed, settled in between the couple and nestled himself under the comforter. 

The room grew quiet once more, the three of them just settling into a restful sleep when the door creaked again and this time, Tommy came plodding into the room. 

“Where’s Billy?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. 

Wanda knew he’d be following. The twins never slept apart. She patted the mattress, moving her legs to let Tommy crawl into the bed, too. 

Vision moved the covers over to let his son slip under them, bringing them back up over him after he was comfortable. 

It was mere minutes before the silence was interrupted again. This time it was Vision speaking that broke through the quiet. 

“Florence is all alone,” he said sadly. 

Wanda sighed. 

“Go get her,” she said through a smile. 

Vision left the room quickly, returning with a smiling Florence in his arms. 

“Our little missing piece,” Vision said, slipping into bed. 

There was no room for Florence to lay down in the bed, so instead she laid on Vision’s chest. She fell asleep quickly, content and with a hint of a smile on her face. 

The boys followed soon after, their breathing becoming slow and even and finally, Wanda and Vision were able to relax. 

The family of four slept contently together, no room in the bed for anything else as twin boys flailed and tossed themselves around during sleep and one little girl lay happily on her dad’s chest, out like a light. 

And the best part? No nightmares. 

#wandavision #scarletvision #wanda maximoff #vision #wanda x vision #scarletvision drabbles #wanda maximoff fic #scarletvision fic #writing shit #outnumbered #fluff

[jorviousdoesstuff]

Fairytale AU where Vision is the Prince/Knight in shining armor and he's tasked to save the princess that's been kidnapped from the cradle by an evil witch. But the thing is, there’s no princess in sight, and the witch looks awfully young for the centuries-old that he’d heard in the stories. 

#i did actually procrastinate for this #scarletvision #wanda maximoff #vision #The Vision #also my first actual moodboard #wandavision #moodboard #fic prompt

[sokovianfortune]

also this is the first time in two years that i haven’t had a full valentine’s day fic to post so here is a small snippet of my current wip to make up for it (hopefully)

“Vis,” she insists, turning his gaze upwards to meet hers. He is her Vision, her husband – and somehow, against the will of fate itself, he has found her just in time to pull her back from the darkness even as it had threatened to swallow her whole once again. 

Slowly, he reaches up to take hold of her wrist, his touch feather-light, as if her bones might snap beneath his fingers if he isn’t careful.

“Wanda,” he finally exhales – and it’s his voice, gentle and clear, no longer inhibited by SWORD’s programming. In that moment and despite all that has come to pass, Wanda has never been more certain that she’d tear the multiverse asunder all over again, just to hear her name on his lips. Tears burn white-hot behind her eyes, blurring his features as she traces the outline of his cheek with her thumb, re-memorizing the familiar brush of his alloyed skin against her own. 

His lips part again, and for one long, heart-wrenching moment, Wanda watches an all-too familiar struggle play out across his features. Even without her magic at play, she knows that he’s reaching for words that aren’t there, whether through SWORD’s design or his own. She’d always thought it endearing, in the past, that even with a boundless wealth of knowledge at his disposal, her presence still managed to tie Vision’s tongue into such a knot.

It still does; but now, her heart aches in tandem with the knowledge of what separates them from the people who once stood in the streets of Glasgow, on the precipice of a life that should have been theirs from the start.

The smile that cracks its way across her features is hardly a well-practiced expression and, consequently, Wanda does not expect it to be a particularly pretty thing. But, in the end, it is there — and even that alone is a tiny victory in and of itself. Leaning forward, she presses her forehead against the cerulean gem that now sits in place of the Mind Stone, basking in the soft thrum of her own magic singing back to her from within.

And, really, what else is there for her to say?

“… Hello.”

A soft, shuddering sound emanates from Vision’s throat, and it takes Wanda a moment to recognize it as a chuckle. With the gentle disbelief of a man who has somehow managed to catch a wisp of sunlight in his hand, he reaches up to tangle his fingers in her hair. 

“Hello,” he murmurs back to her — more agreement than greeting.

#txt #fic #wandavision #wanda maximoff #scarletvision #scarlet vision #is that what the kids call it #anyway #[gestures] my Them #for context: he just yoinked her from wundagore while it was collapsing

[thespectralvision]

Weekly Art Challenge: First Date

Since for my challenges I’m only doing White Vision related art, I decided to illustrate yet another scene from my fic ‘Working Theory.’ Their first date after reuniting. Wanda can feel that he’s Vision, and while she’s wary of him she’s just happy to have Vision back in some way. He’s less certain, but he can’t deny he’s drawn to her for more than just data about their past.

Each time I play with White Vision in my headcanon of what his disguise looks like, I think I should paint it more. I also enjoy figuring out mundane outfits to wear to emulate and incorporate their uniform palettes. 

If you are interested in how I headcanon these two reuniting and getting to this point, please check out Working Theory on Ao3!

#wandavision #wandavision art #mcu art #marvel art #scarvis #ScarletVision #wanda x vision #vision x wanda #The Vision #white vision #wanda maximoff #Scarlet Witch #digital art #my art #Working Theory Fic

[rightpastnowhere]

📓📓📓📓📓 FIVE PLS

this feels like that bit in animated shows where the teacher drops like a stack of books on the student's desk, you know what i'm talking about ??? maybe ?????? anyways

TIME FOR 5 FIC IDEAS I GUESS

send me a book emoji and i'll tell you a fic idea that i have thought about but haven't written anything for yet

1. okay so. stupid one first - tangled au. like the disney film. percy as rapunzel, which means that, yes, he has beautiful long and flowing hair. the flower is still some sorta sun flower, which makes sense with the de rolos being connected to pelor, but it makes his hair white instead of golden. delilah as mother gothel, who steals baby percy away from the de rolos, and is trying to use his magic hair to bring back sylas, as well as to keep herself young. vex & vax collectively as flynn ryder, the thieves who split from their band after a heist gone wrong and kind of fuck up a lot. (percy is initially attracted to both of them, but only falls in love with vex.) the rest of VM are the hooligans at the snuggly duckling. trinket is maximus. also?? you know the scene where flynn cuts rapunzel's hair??? same thing happens here, and it fades to the soft brown that matches his family.

2. kind of tentative about posting this one, since i do hope to write it, but maybe manifesting a little of it into the world will motivate me more to write it. so! i'll give you a little sneak peek. the bare bones of it is a modern au where percy and vex, newly engaged, have to deal with the sudden and unexplained fire that burns down percy's family's home, as well as some other things happening behind the scenes. it's a mix of a big hurt/comfort fic and a mystery fic, with a focus on percy learning to navigate non-rich boy life while he stays in vex & vax's apartment. i'm unsure on what happened to the rest of the de rolos as of right now, but i'm workshopping it!! anyway unlike the rest of the ideas on this list, this one is still something i'm holding onto, so pls don't steal it if you see this

3. i had this idea based on one of the cr q&a's from a while back, and i actually think this one might be right up your alley, aich: what if cass actually managed to slip away from the castle when the briarwoods attacked, and stayed in whitestone to lead the rebellion? it changes so much about canon - percy would likely meet her much sooner into the whitestone arc, he wouldn't have her name on the list, and the rebellion might actually have made more progress. i admit that i haven't watched much of the briarwood arc of the campaign, so i don't know the minor details surrounding cass' involvement, but it might be fun to play with!! i also have no idea if someone else has done this lol

4. this is an au i've spitballed with my friend to a point of pretty decent development, but i also know it would be a long fic, and i SUCK at writing long fics, or completing them if i do write them, so i'm tossing it into the crowds!!! for your consideration: siren vex. she and vax are both sirens, and they usually go after pirates (the like, nasty ones) or trade ships or military ships. vex specifically likes to go after the extravagant fancy rich people, luring private boats or larger ships to crash on the rocks. she's only had one exception so far, and that was this sad rich boy who was running away from harm - he all but collapsed into her arms sobbing after his boat had been wrecked, and she sees it's a dingy little escape boat, and this man is so pathetic she almost feels bad. this, by the way, is tary, and he eventually gets a lil shack by the shore, and becomes her gay human best friend and he hangs out on the rocks all the time.

the SECOND time she spares a sad lil rich boy's life is when she sees this beat up lifeboat, and sitting in it is the most haggard man she's ever seen. she was initially drawn to the crest on the boat (half-scrubbed away, unable to be tied to a name, but she's familiar with the style of the engravings), and then she noticed that the finely-made clothes are all but water-laden rags now, and the man looks like she hasn't eaten in days. she lures him over to the rocks if only so he won't drift out into the open seas, full of creatures that hunt and sirens who are much less merciful (all sirens are much less merciful, really; she's the outlier here), and hauls him up to a rock while he's in a trance so she can look at him. she calls to tary for him to help, and together they help the man - whose name they learn is "percy" - to get back on his feet. he moves in with tary, and becomes fast friends with the two (and vax as well), and it's all fine and dandy until they realize why he was out to sea with nothing but the clothes on his back: he's being hunted, and the hunters - the briarwoods - have just arrived in the nearby town, and are asking after a man named percival de rolo.

this au was initally inspired by art of mermaid!vex by @burr-ell (here's the art!!) and i would LOVE if someone wrote this, i'm happy to throw more ideas at people for it if they like!!

5. AND since you're also a fan of wanda maximoff, have one of my ideas from my marvel phase! this was an idea i cooked up for AU-gust 2021 but never ended up writing (in fact, i only ended up writing one prompt, whoopsie), and it's essentially a doomsday fic. the world is ending by meteor, the bunkers are full, and both wanda and vision have no place to go. neither has any family to speak of - wanda's parents died young, her brother in a car crash recently, and vision's adopted mother passed earlier that year - so they're some of the only people spending their last minutes outside, in the park, just looking at the sky. (it's a morbid picture.) they just... sit on a park bench and talk, getting to know each other, having a nice and normal conversation. it feels like any other day, for a few hours. i was thinking of a little parallel to tie the ending to earlier in the fic - maybe one of them mentioning they didn't have any regrets as an early icebreaker, except now they both regret they hadn't met each other sooner. not necessarily romantic, although knowing me i would have hinted at it, lol

if anyone wants to use any of these as prompts for writing (except number 2 of course) please feel free!!! and please tag me so i can read it, i'm trying to manifest these ideas lol

#GOD THAT'S A LOT #i struggled a bit cause i don't want to admit that i won't write any of these fics #it feels like abandoning my babies #more than i've already abandoned them lol #percival de rolo #vex’ahlia #perc’ahlia #cassandra de rolo #wanda maximoff #vision #scarletvision #kinda ig #taryon darrington #he's only there for a minute but he's there !!! #critical role #vox machina #marvel #mcu #essayofthoughts #ask meme

[woulddieforloki]

i will never get over how good episode eight of wandavision was

#after loki episode one it might be my favorite episode of anything disney plus series tbh #it's just so????????? #seeing all these moments big and small throughout wanda's life and how they've shaped her into who she is now? #her fear about going back to HYDRA's base because contrary to popular belief it was not a joyride being locked up there #that was such a traumatic experience for her and arguably shaped her as a person more than anything else in her life #more than the bomb that blew up her home and more than pietro's sacrifice and more than being forced to kill vision for nothing #god i fucking love it #also not to be a vision hater on main but he shows more personality and likability in that one scene in the compound #than he did in the entire mcu pre-wandavision #and honestly ditto for their chemistry like I never quite got the appear of scarletvision until that scene #anyways i gotta go to bed #i just wanted some Crumbs so i can think about maybe finally starting my lokanda fic tomorrow during class #back on my bullshit

[finnicks]

( 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.

#wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fic #mcu fic #mcu fanfic #mcu fanfiction #scarletvision #wandavision fic #wandavision fanfic #wandavision fanfiction #userjaded #my fic #*mine

[kitausuret]

10 for ScarletVision or 14 for HarryFlash pls :)

You love to indulge me, Brieuc. 💖

So, this actually turned out a lot longer than I originally anticipated, because I got carried away, but actually it's your fault because you know I've had HarryFlash brainrot for the past few months. However, this is also the first fic I've managed to bang out in almost three months, so I thank you for the prompt from this post that i reblogged way back in... January.

Title: Learn to Let it Show Words: 2078 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Harry Osborn/Flash Thompson Fandom: Spider-Man (comicsverse), Venom (comics), Marvel 616 Flash doesn't want to take his sweater off.

Read on Archive of Our Own, or below the cut!

14. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

As far as first dates had gone (well, the first date they were calling a date), all had gone well. Flash had seemed his normal, charismatic self, if not a little awkward, but it was kind of endearing, and if Harry was being honest, made him less nervous. They were just trying this, after all. Just seeing where things went. Catching up, after too long apart, and seeing if there was any room for more in the midst of their busy lives. 

Flash did seem a little different now, though. Not in a bad way. Something had changed in him after his months overseas (which he was oddly dismissive of, but Harry wasn’t going to bug him about his work with the VA any more than Flash would bother him about Parker Industries), almost like he was more at ease with himself. Like he’d been carrying this big weight, but now it was lifted off his shoulders and he could finally breathe again. Harry knew a little something about that. 

He almost wanted to ask, but that could happen another time. After all, they were already planning to catch—

“—the Yankees game next Saturday, right?” 

"I've already texted Donna to make sure the day's open." Harry followed Flash into the apartment and put his jacket on a coat tree. “The kids like that you’re coming around more often, too. I think Normie enjoys your company. It’s…” He paused, trying to think of the right words. “Nice, having you around again. You were gone for a long time.” 

Flash scratched the back of his neck and lowered his eyes to the floor. “Yeah, I was. Sometimes you take opportunities life throws at you and then realize where you really belong is back home.” When he looked back up at Harry, though, he smiled. “I’m glad we’re giving this a shot, though, Har. I mean it.” Flash wheeled himself into the kitchen and called over his shoulder, "Do you have a minute before you have to go? I could make you… uh… coffee?"

"Flash, it's after eight."

"And?"

Harry laughed and shook his head. "You always were a night owl. I'll take some water, though; thanks. Besides, I already managed to tip a drink over on you at the restaurant; I'd hate to ruin your sweater any further." He took a seat at the breakfast bar and pulled out his phone. There had to be a decent cleaner nearby. "Speaking of which… give me your sweater. I can get it dry cleaned and just have their delivery service bring it back to you."

Flash fumbled a glass but managed to catch it in the nick of time. "Uh, what? Harry, it's—" He turned around and pulled the fabric of his sweater away from his torso a little. "It's fine, see? You can't even see anything. I'll just throw it in the wash with the rest of my laundry—"

"With your t-shirts? Flash, come on, it's a nice sweater. I feel bad, just let me do this."

"Harry, no. You even picked up the tab. It's okay, I promise."

"It's not a big deal, just give me the sweater."

Flash fiddled with one of the push handles on his chair. "I— I can't Harry, I've got this… Look, I don't want to take my sweater off right now."

"Oh?" He crossed his arms. "Yeah, and when we were roommates, you would wander around shirtless all the time. Sweater, off."

"We're not in our twenties anymore! We've, you know, changed and grown and… and…"

"Flash, why are you being so weird about this?" Harry's gut twisted a little. "Unless you, I don't know, just don't want to take it off in front of me."

"What?" Flash's eyes widened. "No, no, Harry, it's not that.” He busied himself with retrieving a pitcher from the fridge. “I’m just pretty attached to this sweater. I took it with me when I was out of town. I try to take good care of it.”

“All the more reason for me to get it cleaned properly for you.”

“It doesn’t need to be cleaned. It’s a special fabric.”

“Flash.”

“Harry.”

Flash grinned up at him and held out the water. Charming as hell. Disarming. It was crazy how much trouble he’d had getting dates when they were younger. 

Harry would have gone out with him in a heartbeat. And now, over ten years after they first met, he was.

So what was the problem?

Harry took the glass but let his long fingers linger over Flash’s for a moment. “This really isn’t like you, Flash. You’re going to make a man think he’s doing something wrong.”

“Come on, you know it’s not that. My life has just gotten a little complicated lately, that’s all.” 

“Are we still talking about the sweater?”

“Sort of?”

“Just take it off!”

“It’s not that easy—”

In a desperate bid to assert himself, he pushed his chin up and said, firmly but not unkindly, “You heard me, Flash. Take. It. Off.”

Flash stared at him for a long second with wide eyes. Harry’s façade cracked a little. 

“U-unless you don’t…”

“Did…” Flash stifled laughter behind his hand. “Did you just use your stern dad voice on me?” 

“Did it work?”

He rubbed his face. “I’m sorry, Har. I can’t take this off.”

“What’s so complicated about a sweater?! Do you have a rash? An embarrassing tattoo? Flash, whatever it is, I promise you, I can handle it. You and I have not been through—” He gestured vaguely in the air. “—everything we’ve been through for you to sit there and tell me that whatever is going on is too weird for me to handle. My father’s a supervillain. Spider-Man shows up at my work every day.” Harry sighed and leaned down to put his hands on Flash’s shoulders. He smiled as encouragingly as he could. “Just tell me. Okay? I’m not… a tough guy, like you, but you don’t need to protect me.”

Flash frowned. “No, you’re right. And I trust you. I just…” He reached up and touched Harry’s face, a bit tentative. “I don’t wanna keep secrets from you. But this is a lot.”

His stomach turned again. “A sweater is a lot?”

“You better sit down for this.”

“Wha… why?”

“Harry, it’s easier if I just show you.”

He swore the fabric of Flash’s sweater moved under his hands as he pulled away.

Okay. 

That happened.

Harry took a moment to close his eyes and take a few breaths. Whatever this was, it was fine, right? Flash was probably just involved in some… weird… military thing. Probably working with Stark Industries or something. Or test-driving a new type of secret fabric. Or maybe he really did have an embarrassing tattoo. But this was fine. 

He opened his eyes. 

You’re not going to panic. You know Flash. 

He went to the living room.

Flash was there for you when you first got out of inpatient care. He helped you muddle through those first few months. He was there when you first got together with Liz. 

He sat down on the couch.

He knows what it’s like to struggle. What it’s like to have your life turned upside down. Next to Pete and Liz, there isn’t hardly anyone you trust more than Flash Thompson.

Harry folded his hands in his lap and waited for Flash to join him. Flash was still in the kitchen, staring into space with his hands on his wheels. Finally, he pushed himself in and stopped right in front of Harry.

“A little while after you left for Seattle, I got pulled into something by the Army. I… I should’ve said no, I should’ve left that part of my life behind, but when you feel like it’s the only thing that’s ever been consistent in your life, it’s hard to do that.

“But even when the project was disbanded after a couple months, what I got out of it still changed my life.” His lips quirked into a smile. “I’m still me, Harry, but I’m also…”

Flash lifted his arm. His sweater literally quivered. Harry forced calm. He’d witnessed weirder things, right? He’d done weirder. (Maybe.) 

“It’s okay, pal. We can trust him.”

And then, Flash’s sweater dissolved into a mess of tendrils. Harry backed up into the couch cushions and clapped a hand over his mouth, but Flash leaned forward to take the other in both of his. Still, even as Flash’s warm and calloused hands sought to ground him, Harry couldn’t peel his gaze away from the large figure forming in the middle of the living room. 

It solidified into solid, deep black shapes, cut with white that formed a kind of spider on its chest. It had teeth and claws sharp enough to rend flesh, and bright white spots that looked like eyes. He already knew.

“Harry, this is my partner, V—”

“Venom,” Harry finished. “You’re— what? You’re Venom?” He wasn’t sure how to address this situation. “But— your sweater—?” Was now standing well over six feet tall and almost as broad and gazing placidly down at him. 

“We’ll explain everything to you, Harry. But, yeah, earlier this evening, you spilled your drink on… on the symbiote. On Venom.” 

A long pause filled the air. Then, “I’m so sorry I was going to dry-clean you.”

The being regarded him blankly at first — it didn’t have much in the way of emotive features. Flash had moved a hand to his (symbiote’s? alien’s?) partner’s massive arm while still keeping a hold on Harry. Tendrils linked the pair for a moment before Flash visibly relaxed. Then, the symbiote emitted a low, rumbling sound. Its eyespots curved slightly.

Was it… laughing?

Was he getting laughed at by Venom?

“You could not have known, Harold Lyman.” It knelt before him, its voice deep and gravelly, and Harry had to force himself to keep breathing. “We have met once before already.”

Harry stared. Okay, it could speak on its own. That hadn't been in his dad's briefing years ago. "You weren't with Flash."

"I was not," it affirmed, tilting its head in a way that reminded Harry of a very large cat. 

“But he is now,” Flash said. With no more than a look and a touch of Flash’s fingertips, the symbiote pulled away from Harry, dissolving into dozens of liquid arcs. This time, it looped around its host before disappearing beneath his skin. Harry didn’t miss the way Flash’s eyes closed, a languid, pleasant smile on his lips as it settled within. 

Terrifying, but mesmerizing. 

Flash lifted his shoulders like he hadn’t just revealed that his body was home to a space alien. “Are you, um, okay?”

“It’s…” A good question. “A lot.”

“Yeah, there’s not really a good way to tell someone that you’re a… package deal.”

They sat there in silence, Flash staring at his lap and Harry up at the ceiling. So, one of his oldest friends was Venom. That complicated things. But… his ex-brother-in-law was Molten Man. His father had been the Green Goblin. Hell, Harry himself had been the Goblin, more than once. And Flash seemed okay, didn’t he? Just the same old guy, a little worn down by the years, but weren’t they all? Hadn’t they all changed? Weren’t they all just trying to figure out this crazy thing called life?

What did they all have to try and get through it, but each other?

Flash cleared his throat before Harry could try to think of something more to say. “Well, I don’t wanna keep you away from the kiddos too much longer, so you better…”

“I can stay a little longer.” Harry leaned forward to take Flash’s hand. “Just let me text the sitter—”

Flash reached his other arm out towards the kitchen. A black webline shot out and snagged Harry’s phone, and snapped it back into Flash’s hand. He shrugged. “Kinda handy.” 

“You don’t say.” 

A quick text about needing another hour later, Harry patted the seat next to him on the couch. Once Flash had transferred himself to Harry’s side, Harry turned and propped his chin up in his hand. 

“So, aside from making sweaters and getting the remote… what else is Venom all about?”

Flash grinned the widest he had all evening. 

This certainly had shaped up to be the most interesting date Harry had had in a long time. 

He found himself looking forward to the next one.

#my writing #harryflash #there's a little bit of venomflash if you squint #harry osborn #flash thompson #venom #prompt fills #fun fact: the rejected title for this fic was 'boyfriend material'

[williamaltman]

Just remembered the movie Life Like... It's honestly kind of a frustrating experience for me cause it could have given us polyamory/OT3 but didn't. Well, not really at least. Some might consider it lowkey poly or poly adjacent. But it could have gone at least a little further.

Sure I only watched it cause it had Drew Van Acker hooking up with a guy, but still. It had some interesting themes about AI/robots/androids and love, similar to Chobits and some of Vision’s stories...

The way each of them interacted with the robot was interesting. The husband kinda just saw him as an object but that also sort of opened up the door to using him sexually, and then after he seems to realize he kinda cares? And the robot and the wife were just cute with a similar feel to ScarletVision. The couple has a bunch of issues but are trying to stick together and then there's this third person getting between them, which now reminds me of Akidrey and Makidrey.

And then, spoiler alert, it ends with a rather weird and kinda stupid plot twist where the robot was actually a human that was groomed/"brainwashed" to think he's a robot and Jarvis from Agent Carter has a whole business doing that????

And then the fake android sort of sacrifices himself for the couple who "owned" him and they... Name their child after him. That (a flashforward with the kid) is the actual final scene and is honestly so cheesy and cringy and... Meh? I mean, that's nice I guess but... Besides not getting what I wanted it's just also kinda weird in that it feels like it doesn't really have anything to say in what were supposed to be the main themes (the robot/android/AI vs humans and love between them stuff, since he's actually just a human)...

For a while now I've thought about writing a fic about it, where they would end up as a throuple and maybe even being a novelization of the movie but I really doubt I will cause I'm not actually that passionate about it and literally no one would read it lol.

#Googling imdb or whatever to tag the characters and ig actors #life like #like like 2019 #life like (2019) #life like movie #henry #james #sophie #henry x james x sophie #steven straut #drew van acker #addison timlin #julian #james d'arcy #movies #rant #ranting

[brw]

17 and 18 for the choose violence asks? <3

17) there should be more of this type of fic/art

more wonderbeast art and fic obviously, they're my best boys! constantly on the lookout for 616 scarletvision artwork, manifesting more art where wanda is visibly nonwhite after she and vision inevitably get back together in the upcoming avengers ongoing title. also genderweird / nonbinary vision art in general! don't want this to run on too long but also there should be more sappic sue art with jennifer or medusa or crystal, as a treat. and 616 benreed. and wanda/mantis. and-

18) it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

WONDERBEAST!! IT'S SO HARD BEING THEIR NO.1 FAN BUT I'M DOING MY BEST!!! THEYRE LITERALLY THE FIRST MLM KISS IN MARVEL COMICS IT CAN'T JUST BE ME AND THE RANDOMS IVE GASLIT INTO ENJOYING TOO. PLEASE--

choose violence asks

#ask games} answers #thank you! #mojimallow

[ashyblondwaves]

*crackles knuckles*

Vision accidentally walking in on Wanda changing or vice versa

Thank you for indulging me!

***

The day had been long and grueling. Nat had trained with Wanda until Wanda could barely speak and there was no end in sight to Nat's regimen for the next few days.

Wanda sighed as she slipped out of her shoes, curling her toes until they all cracked in unison. Relief flooded the tops of her feet and up to her calves where it stopped at her knees, a whole new set of pains making themselves known. She tried to ignore it, but as she went to unbutton her shirt even the tips of her fingers hurt.

Slowly, she released each button and shrugged out of her shirt, immediately reaching back to unclasp her bra. She groaned happily when the clasp was undone, the heft of her breasts a welcome feeling after holding them captive all day.

She stood in front of her closet, looking at the neat pile of folded t-shirts and shorts in front of her. She was looking for a specific one, an old shirt of Pietro's she managed to snag from him many years ago. The cotton was worn, almost see-thru but oh so very comfortable.

The familiar blue fabric caught her eye just as the sound of something familiar echoed through her room. She'd know that sound anywhere. It was Vision phasing into her room.

"Wanda? I wanted to know-"

"Vis!" Wanda screamed, pressing an arm to her breasts to keep them covered. "Get out!"

"Blimey!" Vision heaved. "I'm so sorry, Wanda I just wanted to ask if-"

"OUT!"

She was just about to throw a shirt at him when he began to phase back through the wall, cheeks stained golden in embarrassment.

#redpandaseas #scarletvision #wandavision #wanda maximoff #vision #i write shit #scarletvision drabble #tumblr exclusive #wanda maximoff fic #vision fic #mcu #mcu fic #marvel #marvel fic

[springdandelixn]

No one asked for this but I’m posting one regardless.

What’s your name? What can I call you?

Call me Bean or Beanie. 

Who are your muses?

A while back, I used to write for ScarletVision (Vision and Wanda). I dabbled a little on Brutasha (Bruce and Natasha) as well, but now my main OTP is Jorleesi (Jorah and Daenerys).

I now mostly write Reader fics with my muses Jorah Mormont, Vision, and Loki. 

Other characters I have written for are Steve Rogers, Thor and Tony Stark. I may add some Game of Characters soon.

What genre do you write in?

I personally prefer writing dark, angst and smut. Not so much on fluff but I don’t shy away from that either.

I also prefer writing AUs than canon. I dunno. There’s just something fascinating about taking out characters from the environment we know they came from and putting them in new ones.

Do you take requests?

I do when I announce that I do.

Can I be added to your tag list?

I don’t have one any longer but you can follow my archives blog and turn on notifications if you want updates on my stories or updates on new stories I post.

Miscellaneous Notes:

I don’t have a posting schedule. Mainly because I write very slow and I don’t want to keep your hopes up when I don’t post on a date I’ve mentioned. So, updates will come when they are ready to be released into the wild. 

TBH, ask me questions about my fics. Send me anon questions or DM me about why you want to strangle my character or why you want to cuddle them. I would love that a lot.

That is all. Thank you! 

#FAQs of Spring #about me

[psychologymajor226]

Helllooooo

Whoa. Been a hot minute. *Checks.* Ok almost two years. Eep. 

Updates? Updates.

Write 1.5 million words of Scarletvision fic. Check.

Still writing it. Check.

Find the best, gayest, most awesome partner ever and convince him to move to Nebraska? Check. 

Come out as Trans? Check. 

Hi Tumblr! Nice to see you! Timid updates happening soon, and I’ll update my fic page with all my stories. Love you all. 

#scarletvision #wandavision #trans #bi #just life update

[sokovianfortune]

wanda, in the wake of the darkhold's final retribution.

#wanda maximoff #vision marvel #scarletvision #scarlet vision #wandavision #mcu fic #don't let them description fool you. this is sappy. #mind the tags though! #my writing

[thespectralvision]

Chapters: 23/28 Fandom: WandaVision (TV), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision Characters: Vision (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Darcy Lewis, Monica Rambeau, Jimmy Woo, Pepper Potts, Wong (Marvel), Agatha Harkness Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst, Heavy Angst, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Character Study, Depression, Past Character Death, Sex, Rough Sex, Eventual Smut, Fighting, Canon Compliant, White Vision, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Demisexual Vision, Post-Episode: s01e09 The Series Finale (WandaVision) Series: Part 2 of Paprika Series Summary:

Overwhelmed with data, the White Vision leaves the Westview Anomaly to process everything. He encounters some friendly faces, but while they work to assist him with adjusting to his new life he can't help but feel there is still something missing. The Vision theorizes that the missing piece to everything is Wanda Maximoff...but he has no idea where she has gone.

Meanwhile, Wanda flees town, haunted by what she did and the voice of her dead husband and just wanting to find solitude and information about who and what she is. She seeks answers, believing that maybe if she can harness the powers she has unleashed she might be able to fix what happened and get her family back.

When they are finally reunited months later it becomes apparent that neither of their theories about who and what they are were entirely correct. Is he the same Vision who died in Wakanda, or something new? And how does Wanda fit into his new lease on life?

This story is an in-depth exploration into what Vision's return to the world and his struggles to accept who he is might look like going forward in the MCU, heavily inspired by the 616 comic canon and meta discussions about these characters and their relationship.

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Wanda and Vision return to his flat, finally ready to initiate the next big milestone of their renewed relationship.

#wandavision #wandavision fic #marvel fic #mcu fic #scarletvision #scarlet witch x vision #vision x scarlet witch #wanda x vision #wanda x white vision #the vision #vision #white vision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #my writing #working theory fic

[ao3feed-scarletvision]

(In)Complete (Revised)

by englishmajor226

Imagine a universe where, at the end of WandaVision, Wanda finds a way to keep Hex!Vision and the boys. They flee Westview, Wanda must face the consequences of her actions, and the world now knows about them all. White/Spectral/OG Vision is still out there, and eventually finds the family. What does *that* look like?

I hoped to guess. Inspired by other ScarletVision Squared stories, I originally took on this project to write some steamy smut. I did that in Complete, deciding not to write the origin points of these characters nor their relationship, but picking a point in the distant future.

Now, I hope to go back and write their origin.

This story opens up in the future once again, but this is a journey into the past. Mostly from Hex!Vision's perspective, it's a tribute to this character. It's about fatherhood, relationships, loving ourselves and loving each other. It's about identity, memory and discovering the thing we've been missing may have been inside us all along.

Note: This version of the story has been re-worked to be more reader and newbie friendly. That's why it's getting reposted. A chapter every two days until it's finished, author guaranteed.

Words: 2423, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English

Fandoms: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Hex!Vision, White!Vision

Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Vision, white!vision/wanda maximoff/hex!vision, Billy Maximoff/Teddy Altman

Additional Tags: Polyamory, exploring the point/identity/role of hex!Vision, when hex vision and white vision exist at the same time we call it scarlet vision squared, what was a smut fic now is something...uh...else, giving smut fic characters the decency of character arcs

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#scarlet vision #scarletvision #the vision #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #IFTTT