writing-in-lesbian

[writing-in-lesbian]

[writing-in-lesbian]

I have been playing with AI and we have a “royal wedding” coming soon and couldn’t help but picture this as Wanda’s bridal dress

#ao3 author #cross posted on ao3 #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #a heiress in love #wanda maximoff x reader #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing #wanda wedding dress #the 100 crossover #the 100 au

[writing-in-lesbian]

A Heiress in Love Pt. 7

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader

Tags: angst, fluff,

Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong //

Chapter synopsis: War is coming and some things need to be sped up for the alliances to work. Right in the middle of everything, someone will warn or new appointed commander about her betrothed.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 7 - A Heda on the Rise

The darkness seems to be more welcoming this time yet, the red fog that you saw before remains there, like a guardian.

Fainted noises try to make their way into your mind, but the dizziness you feel is more than enough to shut anything that tries to reach you. Your hand feels warm and is the kind that makes you feel sleepy and cozy. Feeling a squeeze into your hand, the darkness starts to dissipate slowly. 

You get back into reality when you hear far away your name being called, turning to the right, where you think the voice is coming. Opening your eyes, you see your mom looking at you with worried eyes. Her lips mouth something to you but your brain is a little bit foggy.

“Are you okay?” Her echoed words reach your ears. “You seem a little uneasy”

“I’m fine” yet her mother instincts kick in and she gets next to you. Wanda just observing through her peripheral vision, not letting your hand go. Clarke is observing your face, she touches your forehead but feels only your cold skin. 

The voices around you are a mix of angriness and confusion, Octavia and Natasha are having their staring contest.

“Octavia, there’s no need to duel Duchess Natasha” You hear your mother talk but your mind is trying to catch up, everything seems a little out of sync. Perhaps the lack of sleep, food, and water is taking finally a toll on you. 

“Heda” whatever simple hand gesture Lexa does is enough to keep Octavia in silence. 

“Mother, a flame keeper has been in grounders line for all time” you hear Madi say but can’t seem to fully understand it. 

“Commander if I may,” Tony says, and to your surprise your mother acknowledges him with a simple nod. 

“I know all I’m allowed to know about Flame keepers and I think with our nanotechnology we can improve the efficiency and security of it. That’s why, Duchess Romanoff would be dear Y/N guardian and you my dear…sorry don’t know your name”

He pauses, you guess, waiting for Octavia’s response, which never came.

“Well, you my angry brunette will be as well,” he says and you can guess the gasp you hear is Madi’s. You feel a squeeze in your hand and Wanda’s tense right next to you.

“It will be fine, you don’t have to be afraid,” you think as loud and clear as you can to calm Wanda, it worked before so, she should be able to hear you right away. The tension in your hand lessened and let you know it did. 

“I’m not following,” Pietro says out of nowhere, you didn’t even pay attention when he arrived.  

Your mother guides King Tony and your mom to the center of the table, pausing a little at seeing your ceremonial things still in place. She searches your gaze but you avoid it before meeting her eyes. You see her guards follow her and stand a few paces behind her. 

“Mother if I may, I thought only the commander was worthy of carrying the flame, no offense to our guests here”

Madi approaches your mother, asking silently to clear everything, but is stopped by your mom. Clarke grabs her hand, making her stay there, out of your reach.

“Y/N, Wanda” Lexa’s voice is neutral but you detect a hint of warmth in her tone, her raised hand indicates for both of you to approach her. 

You feel Wanda’s tug and in that moment you realize how stiff you were, if the crack of your knee indicates it. You walk slowly, never letting Wanda’s hand go, an action that is noticed by everyone. Clarke has a small smile adorning her face, while Natasha smirks. Octavia’s face goes neutral, even thou you know deep down she’s content with how things are seeming to go with Lady Maximoff and Pietro gives you his usual thumbs up. You search for Madi’s eyes, looking for the comfort a big sister could provide but you see only confusion. 

“As we unite our people through my daughter and Lady Maximoff, we should never forget our origins and focus more on our similitudes rather than our differences” Lexa speaks softly but firmly, a tone you have heard many times when she was tucking you into bed explaining to her best effort, the hundred questions you bombarded her with at night.

That is enough to make you form a hard-to-see but small smile.

“We need to understand us and help us. The flame, Madi, is one of the things that make us grounders unique but is, as we know, dangerous for the receiver. To protect us, King Tony will improve the flame that Y/N will be getting, allowing me to continue to keep it as well until I transcend and pass it fully to her”

“If I may,” Tony asks “When Ultron got out of our alliance and started doing all crazy things, it reminded me that, what we all here seek, is the chance to live in peace, and when that is threatened and our loved ones are in danger, we protect them”

“Attack them and you attack me” you hear yourself saying.

“Precisely!” An over-excited Tony says, “It took me two hits close home to understand that I, couldn’t do it alone” he says while walking towards you. 

Before he can reach you, Wanda takes a tiny step in front of you that causes Tony to stop before getting too close to you. His face is intrigued but doesn’t change his excitement. However, he changes slightly his course of action and goes to the table instead.

“I have been fascinated with grounders' culture since I met your mothers' ages ago Princess Y/N, so when the time called for it, I reached out to them and well, here we are”

That’s the most simplest way of explaining years of traditions in less than 10 seconds but he says this while getting something from under his coat. It’s a small red box with lines in yellow. He then proceeds to uncover his arm and punches some letters or that’s what you think he’s doing, in what looks like a bracelet, that is more than that as a hologram appears in thin air.

“That still doesn’t explain why Duchess Romanoff has to be the flame keeper,” Madi says, still not trusting any of this. 

“I didn’t ask for it either nor do I understand it all but I trust Stark on it” Duchess Romanoff’s voice is so near you that you have to take all control to not shiver, instead squeezing Wanda’s hand, noticing the small smirk she has. For your own sake, you decide not to question it further. “Plus, I care for Wanda and if she becomes part of the grounder's culture, I want to understand it as well”

“Madi, daughter. Patience in one thing”

“Patience in all things” you hear your sister finish the sentence with a sour mode. A sentence that Lexa tried so hard to teach you when you were little and got impatient. You also remember the many lessons you had with her on the proper way of breathing and how to use it to control your anxiety or fears. 

“We know the importance of the flame keeper, that’s why part of the agreement included sharing the information about it with them as well we allowed for someone to be part of it. A decision Clarke agreed on it”

At one point you suspected your mom was a big part of the decision on your marriage, the fact that she agreed on the Flame makes you wonder if it had anything to do with their past. You knew your mom carried it for a brief time and how it affected her. Perhaps all of this comes in the best interest.

“Out of all the pool presented, your mom and I decided Duchess Romanoff was the best candidate,” So your mothers chose who was going to bear it? “Not only is she an expert in hand-to-hand combat, but also has a high set of skills that will help keep Y/N and Lady Wanda safe if the case arises”.

Your mom lets Madi's hand and stands next to Lexa and, you figure this has a deeper commitment than you thought of.

“Along with Octavia” Clarke says “She more than anyone would know the importance of protecting their Heda” Just knowing that Octavia will take the role as well, gives you some type of comfort you didn’t know you needed. 

Your mother explains while motioning for Octavia and Natasha to come. King Tony proceeds then to touch the hologram and you see the chip projected there and the image is more vivid and clear of what you have seen on your mother’s books and Becca’s library.  There are a lot of small letters and numbers scribbled all over it, your best guess it’s that it contains the improvements your mother told you about. Still, how does it work, would it hurt now? You know before, the Flame would allow you to keep your thoughts separated, and now? What is all of this doesn’t work and the Flame chooses another person? Many questions are rounding your mind and it’s getting harder to keep track of all of them. Wanda’s thumb starts doing small circles in your hand, making you get out of your mind. 

“I might not be able to read your mind but boy your thoughts are loud” and hearing her whisper so close to you, makes your skin and body tremble. A small chuckle leaves your mouth, getting just the attention of Madi, who looks at you with a curious expression. 

“The adaptations I made, would allow Queen Lexa and Princes Y/N to be able to carry the flame, without having any dangers to their health, minimal pain for our princess here, and preserving all the qualities the first commander did”.

Lexa opens the box containing the Flame you’ll be getting soon, the small piece capable of uniting or separating nations, containing power and a lot of responsibilities, making you well aware that, if the old laws were still in place, a lot of people would die to get their hands on. Yet, the infinite symbol inscribed on it faintly glows.

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome daughter”

“Our nanotechnology has been a resource that many are after, and I’m more than happy to lend it to the aid of our new conjoint kingdoms and the well of their and our heiresses”

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

You barely hear him, being more interested in the data and images showing virtually, the blue hem making it look fascinating to you, so much so that you barely register the small step you take towards it until you’re stopped by Wanda’s hand still in yours. Your mother notes this and takes a look at you, her curiosity getting the best out of her.

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin”

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome daughter”

“Y/N… Y/N…the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

King Tony keeps talking but is just white noise compared to what you are hearing. You have heard the stories, the legends, you know that the voices of past commanders, some kind of memory of them will talk with you… but it should be until you get the flame right? So, whose voices are these and why are you hearing them?

Natasha opens then the box, containing a similar but smaller piece of your flame, much to Octavia’s displeasure, noticeable on her face but is replaced soon by curiosity as she sees Wanda taking a step towards Natasha.

“The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here.”

You feel a sudden need to reach for the box your mother has, taking Wanda with you, who shows nothing but a willingness to walk, eager to get the box in Natasha’s hand. You hear nothing but the voices until…. 

CLANK, CLANK.

A metal noise is heard, making you stop in your tracks, your hand close to the box your mother had, which has been closed. Wanda’s hand is on the box Natasha has, with Clarke’s hand on top of it. You didn’t notice your mom moved, less see the other box being opened. 

“Curios indeed” you heard King Tony say. 

Wait, weren’t those the same words Aiden told you?

“Fascinating, isn’t daughter? My predecessors are eager for you to join us” and you look at your mother, her eyes are unguarded just for you and you see the love and pride in them, but you also see something else, you can’t pinpoint what it is yet. 

“Lady Maximoff” she takes her sight towards Wanda and notices how, despite taking different steps, your hands remained linked. The small smile there is just perceptible for you and Madi.

“What is in front of you, is a replica of the Flame Y/N would be getting that you would be having in custody, hence why we decided to have two flame keepers, one, to guard Y/N and the other, to come in place if the occasion arises, you need to evacuate with the flame”

Wanda returns to your side, dropping your hand to play with her ring fingers, a piece of hair falls from her hairstyle, and you observe her while trying to comprehend everything that has been said, your mind racing a mile per second, tying things here and there. So if Tony requested the marriage to protect his lands and people, your mothers agreeing to it AND sharing the flame knowledge, plus including another flame keeper and a replica? What’s the real meaning of all of this?

“Would I always be hearing the voices?” Comes the quiet question of Wanda.

“You heard them?” Pietro, who up until this point was watching the whole thing unfold, approaches his sister. You can’t help but step a little in front of him.

“I…think?” Her eternal frown comes into place and you can’t help but notice that’s different from the one prior, this one is less pronounced, making her eyes smaller, although the tilted head remains the same. 

“If you heard them Lady Maximoff, as precedent as this is, I believe it has to do more with your abilities, still, it doesn’t minimize the fact of it, especially for someone who’s not natblida” your mother says, not even a hint of surprise on her voice. Turning, you see your mom looking at Wanda with confidence, a spark of something you haven’t seen reflect it on someone outside your clan for a long time.

The fact that both of them knew about Wanda’s abilities makes you wonder how much they know, you recently learned them, but well, maybe King Tony shared that information. If your mothers agreed to 

Madi opts now to turn and walk away, your instinct is going after her but your feet refuse to cooperate. By this time, the first signs of sunrise are showing, and the little place you have been all night starts to appear clearer. You can see more now the features of the ceremonial table and the articles left there, the thin smoke of the incense long gone, but the ashes remaining there, scattered on the table. Your mom has noticed the sun rising as well, whispering something to Lexa, and then proceeds to leave, taking Pietro with her with promises of breakfast and coffee. The last item offered, you think, shouldn’t be something Pietro should get his hands on, an over-caffeinated hyperactive child is the less you need now, yet, the thought brings a smile to your face. 

”Now, there’s a journey ahead of us that we should prepare for. We leave in 15 minutes, horses are ready and I believe, King Tony wants to speak to you Y/N” Your mother takes the bowl containing your blood and needles and signals for the rest of the party to leave all, except for Octavia who maintains her position not far from you, but giving you enough privacy.

Wanda is hesitant to let your hand go. And after a few seconds of thinking she turns to leave, Natasha at her side in an instant.

“I’ll be out soon,” you say after her, taking her nodding as a sign that she heard you, saying it to try and reaffirm whatever worries or curiosity she might have or maybe it was to calm your worries. You haven’t met King Tony personally nor this close before, but here you are. 

“Curios is a killer thing, don’t you think my darling?” He says while playing with the matches left on the place where the rest of your ceremonial things are.

“Not your darling, please don’t refer to me like that again” There’s an element you don’t like about someone calling you darling, other than really close people.

“Feisty, I see. No wonder why our dear witchy feels attracted to you”

“With all due respect King Tony, what is it that you wanted to talk? We need to leave soon and we have a few hours ahead of traveling. I would like to get ready”

But the fact of his words is making something inside you, clearly is nice to hear a confirmation that Wanda feels attracted but his tone and the way he said it, doesn’t suit you well.

“Yes about that… I just wanted to make sure you’re prepared for what might come?”

King Tony might be a lot of things, but discrete has never been his best strong suit. You need to inquire more about what has been said and agreed on this marriage thing. 

“I am” and your voice carries so much strength and pride, just like your mother used to do and still does when her reasons are questioned. You have spent a lot of time studying, training and preparing for your ascension as Heda, the fact that a war might break soon makes you nervous, but you trust your preparation and your heritage.

“And if chaos breaks?”

The sun is almost up, mother nature indicating that your party must leave soon for the agenda to continue and not interrupt another thing. Although your ascension ceremony will be tomorrow night, you’re certain more things are preparing behind the curtains, didn’t Octavia mention something about Raven sending a package for your ceremony? To be honest, if Raven knew about it, then… when or how did she get the news about it? And how did she get them that fast?

A flock of birds past over your head, but your eyes remain on the King, gauging his reaction to your lack of response, trying to read him. He’s quite the character, making it a little bit difficult to find a truthful interpretation.

He takes your silence as something based on the chuckle he makes and proceeds to explain. 

“Our dear witchy over there and future Mrs. Woods-Griffin can be something” his bracelet on the hand signaling where Wanda just left shines under the sun, making you realize you need to end this soon.

“You know about Wanda’s magic then” It’s not a question. 

“If I know? Girl, I will be afraid if her chaos gets out of control-”

“So your better option was to ship her to a foreign kingdom so it gets out of your hand”

“Princess” and the tone is so petty you almost hate it. “I rather have her as an ally than be on the receiving end of her anger”

“I shouldn’t be entertaining you with these questions, but If chaos, as you and Aiden like to name her magic, decides to come out to play, I’ll be ready”

Your mother never taught you to look down first on a staring match, combine that with the stubbornness you inherited from your mom and you have a killer stare. Which makes King Tony smile like a madman. 

“Good! That’s exactly why I choose you over Vision to be her wife, now chop chop Princess we have a journey ahead of us”

He leaves your side faster than you can comprehend what he just said. Of course, you have heard of Count Vision and his last attempt to have Wanda as a wife, the thought never sitting well with you, for all purposes, word has it that Count Vision is just as cold and heartless as a machine, but his assets and technology would have been something to pique the interest of Tony, yet he chose you over him, why? You have so many questions to ask your mother but are afraid she won’t answer them if she feels is not the time. Deciding not to dwell more on the issue you kneel to retrieve the bag where you carried your ceremonial things. 

A chirp is heard somewhere in the trees, hurrying your steps, knowing Echo is just a moment away to come and retrieve whatever things you leave, you finally, step out of the ceremonial place and take a few seconds to enjoy the cold breeze. 

This exact time, just a few minutes after sunrise, is the time you have come to love the most. The temperature is perfect, not warm yet not too cold, the wind is chill enough to be able to enjoy it without a heavy jacket. Your mother used to find you out of bed at this time many times, standing by your side, always extending her hand without saying a word, and every time you took it. Both enjoyed the silence and the company. She would later carry you back to your chambers, tickling your sides until you asked her to stop between waves of laughter. She did it until you were 6 years old, claiming you were too big for her to continue carrying you and wasn’t proper for a princess. 

“Heinofi” Octavia's voice surprises you, having completely forgotten she was just mere steps away. Did she hear your talk with King Tony?

“Don’t you dare question what you have to offer, we all know anyone would be honored to be your wife”

“I’m not-“

“I know you Y/N, whatever King Tony said about Vision, ain’t worthy worrying your mind” 

For many people, Octavia is just a distant, uninterested, savage brunette, but you know that’s just a facade, deep down she’s more intelligent and observant than a lot of people think, yet her nickname of Bloodreina holds up to her reputation. 

She grabs your chin and lifts it so you can see her in the eyes, and what you see makes you question not for the first time, what have you done to have such a cool aunt care that deeply for you. Madi once joked about you being the daughter she wished she had.

“Thanks Aunt”

“Now, Echo had your horse packed and your mother awaits. I saw Wanda pass with Natasha so we should get going”

She proceeds to lead the way but your hand stops her before she can take more than two steps ahead of you.

“Aunt Tavia” 

Octavia turns to look at you questioningly.

“Do you know the reasons my mothers agreed on all of this and if they were aware of Wanda’s abilities?”

You hesitate for a moment, your question taking her out of guard. 

“You better than anyone should know that not all the important decisions your mothers take are shared with their counsels. That being said I know they were aware of what Wanda can make, and no Y/N I don’t know it. As for the reasons for the marriage to take place, I guess they balanced both options of suitors and decided on the best one, political and personal”

Wait, both?

“Both?” You ask but her gentle push for you to walk makes you trip, regaining your composure you keep walking but still waiting for her answer. 

“I shouldn’t have said that. Forget I said it” She well knows you won’t let it go that easy, but for your benefit, since you had your wish granted, you keep quiet. Making a sign of erasing your mind with your hand, you smile and walk ahead of her.

It doesn’t take you too long to reach the parting point, you see ten to twelve horses at the ready, your mother guards already in place. Counting them and making mental notes of which horse is for whom, you notice five are still waiting for their rider but yours is not there. 

“Daughter, are you ready?” Your mother’s voice welcomes you, just as she is mounting her black Percheron, her elegance is something you have always admired. You take it as a good sign that Philly is there, since you know that’s not her battle horse, since it has been a while since Raven implemented some upgrades and experiments on that department, no longer using life animals for it, but rather something mechanic, nor exactly a robot but similar. 

“I am mother” Echo approaches you, with your own Lipizzan horse, his grey coat shining under the weather and his mane braided elegantly.

Approaching them you thank Echo and take Dasher’s reins. Your other hand caresses his forehead carefully avoiding his muzzle. You approach your forehead to his.

“Hey there Dash, ready for a journey?” His only response is his short snort. You have had it since you were eight, a present from Queen Regina, arguing if you were to be a good goddaughter, you need it to learn to ride properly. The relationship you had with Dasher has only been growing ever since, with both of you bonding almost immediately. 

Those are the things that make you question how many of your relationships were just mere political movements rather than affection. Deciding to leave that thought for another time, you caress Dash one more time before a guard helps you mount him. 

Once you are on him, you whisper small affective, and reassuring words into his ear, caressing his beautiful mane. You know Dasher can feel nervous sometimes when new people surround him, so you do your best to stay calm and transmit that to him.  

“Lexa” you hear your mom calling her, she’s still on the ground. “Safe travels. I’ll see you soon” She takes Lexa’s hand for a few seconds and leaves with her guards towards the carriages zone, part of King Tony’s party is waiting over there, as far as you can see he’s not among them. You guess she might be doing something else for the wedding preparation with your guests. 

“My dear Lexa, what beautiful creatures you have here” Well, that responded to your question about why he was not over there. 

You’re guessing that if he was the one working on the new flame, he would be the one indicating how to handle it. 

“We’re proud of our horses. Intelligent and magnificent creatures they are” 

King Tony walks closer to the other horses, you supposed he would wait for someone to helpl him but to your surprise, he mounts it quite quickly.

“I’m a bit rusty, it’s been a while since I did it”

“You used to ride?” Your question is more of curiosity than anything else.

“Growing up, yes”

“Impressive horse Commander, and more impressive he hasn’t dropped Stark”

You turn to see Duchess Romanoff and Wanda slowly approaching, you haven’t thought why they weren’t there nor near the carriages when you joined. 

“Very funny, let’s see how yours handles your presence” Is he indulging in the comment?

Without more thinking you descend Dasher and walk towards Wanda, offering a small smile which she reciprocates albeit reluctantly, which makes you frown a little. 

“Those are beautiful horses Princess Woods-Griffin” so you’re back to formalities. 

“Not as beautiful as you” You can hear and feel Octavia and your mother cringing from where they stand, already in her horses, but the small blush on Wanda’s cheeks makes it worthy. 

“Echo and Finley will help you mountain yours, we need to be leaving soon” and the commanding voice your mother has is enough for King Tony to regain his composure.

“I have never ridden a horse before” It’s Wanda’s timid voice and now you understand her behavior and posture.

She’s afraid. 

Her hands are playing with her rings, trying hard not to bite her nails, and her sight is fixed on Dasher, you can’t help but feel pride. He’s mesmerizing and gorgeous to look at.

“Then you must ride with me” and not soon after your words leave your mouth you know a reprimand will come your way. 

For safety reasons, in every political travel, there must be only one rider per horse, in case there’s an ambush, your guards can help you escape in different routes and not compromise any of you. You know that this journey is way more than just a political thing.

“Daughter, I’m afraid that would have to be for another occasion” There’s not a drop of hardness or angriness in your mother tone, but a small warning. 

And for the first time in forever, you do something you never thought you’d do. 

You guide her to Dasher. 

The horse sensing what are you going to ask, just moves with his head, signifying he’ll allow Wanda to ride him.

“Dasher would be yours for the journey then”   Lexa, Octavia, and even Echo are well aware of what that means. 

Dasher is to be ridden only by you, the horse not allowing anyone else to mount him, not even her first owner Queen Regina has been able to do it. Dasher never allows the saddle to be put on him if it’s not going to be for you, you guess that he can sense it and has a better instinct than most humans. 

Not even Princess Danvers, your previous girlfriend did it. Dasher liked her but never allowed it to be ridden by her. When you two went out riding, you had to take Quinn, your other Lipizzan horse for it, she allowed other people with you. 

Once, Queen Emma said that the connection you had with your horses was similar and way freaky than the one Regina had with Rosinante, her horse. You answered that she didn’t understand the connection between horses and humans since her horse wasn’t too happy with her. Queen Regina snorted, making you feel good. Until this time, is hard for you to call them godmothers.

“Is it yours? He’s magnificent” Wanda says and you can swear Dash neighs in response to that. Cheeky little bastard but you feel happy he’s allowing Wanda so far. 

“Yes, his name is Dasher, he’s my main one”

Like reading your mind Dasher nudges his muzzle on Wanda’s shoulder and you encourage her to pet him.

Your mother observes this and smiles, happy to see you content despite the threat of war over your heads.

“Here, let me”

In an instant, Finley, the stable young man is at Dasher's side, putting his two hands together, so Wanda can step into them, this action needs it to push the rider up. You take Wanda’s waist and she jumps a little, surprised by the action. 

“I’ll help you get onto him. Dasher is a gentleman but if you have never ridden, it can be tricky to get onto him”

Wanda looks at you, her ever-inquisitive look in place. She puts her hands on your shoulders, nodding her head, indicating she’s ready. You laugh and turn her, her back now towards you.

“Put your right foot on Finley’s hands and impulse your weight. Once you feel the push, your left leg should do a small arch over Dasher’s back. Ready? On three. One. Two. Three”

Wanda graciously mounts Dasher, giving you a memory to cherish for ages. Once she’s on Dasher you can see her nervousness be replaced with excitement, her smile getting bigger by the second. 

Echo, who had taken over Dasher’s reins, gives them to you with a small nod. 

“Here, this will help you guide him and to hold on to him. You won’t need to do much, since Quinn and I will go right next to you and Dash is excellent following us”

You had been involved a lot in their training, making sure both knew how to follow each other without a rider or an injured one. Sometimes your paranoia pays off.

“Okay” and is the smile and the brightness in her eyes that does it for you. 

You go to Quinn, feeling Wanda’s eyes on your back, observing your interaction with Quinn, you salute her the same way you did it with Dasher.  You mount her without help, years with them have made you agile. Echo passes your bags and sword. Thanking her you take a moment to whisper something into Quinn's ears, getting a snort in response. 

“It seems we’re all ready. Indra” your mother motions for her most loyal warrior and leader. Indra gives this vibe of hating everyone but is nothing compared to Anya. 

“Send a messenger to the clans. Let them know my daughter's Ascension ceremony will take place tomorrow. They should know we’re ready and we must stay united in our coalition”

Indra nods and takes off on her horse, you thought she would be going with you, but then again, a lot of things have been changing by the second. The guards open the gigantic gates, and you see the roads that lead to Polis, the royal guards leading the way, followed by your mother, King Tony, Duchess Romanoff, then you and Wanda, Octavia, and the rest of the royal guards behind

You hear some guards whisper safe travels. You’re somehow excited for what lies ahead. After all, you have traveled this road many times, knowing the safety of its course. Turning you see Wanda calmingly admiring the landscape, one hand in Dasher’s rein, the other, caressing him slowly. She’s a natural.

The sun is now fully up, giving the forest a whimsical view, everything seems calm, so you relax and let yourself enjoy the ride, a few moments of peace before the madness begins.

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I’m writing the new chapter of “A heiress in love” but I wanted to play a little with the IA tools to get inspiration.

I’m not pro but I think Wanda in grounders wardrobe looks badass (and it’s similar at how I imagine her) what do you guys think?

A/N: I’m not good at drawing nor photoshop, and my budget at this time ain’t that much to pay an artist to sketch it 😔

Anyway, new chapter coming soon!!

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Tony running into the living room while angry yelling.

Tony: where’s Y/N?!

Kate: haven’t seen her… why?

Tony: because I got a call from-

Y/N entering the room screaming full force

Y/N: I shot Cupid ba-ba-ba-bang! ‘Cause I don’t wanna fall in love again!!.

Y/N stopping, noticing Kate sitting there, smiling adoringly at her.

Y/N: hey Kate!! 😍 o_O. O_o. O_O well crap!

Tony: yea dumbass… now I got a full demand from some Roman Greek or whatever root that winged baby’s is from.

Kate laughs hysterically but gets up and grabs Y/N’s hand dragging her from the room.

Tony: don’t you think you’re off this Y/L/N

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A Heiress in love. Pt. 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Yu laik ai kru = You are my people // Oso laik wonkru = We are one clan // Ai hod you in seintaim = I love you too // Em pleni = enough // Ai laik Heda = I’m the commander // Jomp em op en you jump ai op // Attack her and you attack me. Chapter synopsis: As the enemies get closer, our new appointed commander embarks on a much personal journey.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6 - The prince, the princess and death.

Tuesday 03:30 a.m.

That’s what you think the time it’s based on the stars illuminating the sky. You observe Wanda sleeping peacefully close to the table where you left her, having you decided to meditate a little.

Your soul is restless, for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about the impending war and the consequences it might have, you make a mental note to send Henry a message tomorrow night, the device for communications being at your chambers, just to ask him how’s everything on their side.

The night is silent.

It should feel peaceful but it’s thick with anticipations of something you quite don’t understand. A lot has happened in a few days, and the constant changing of things does nothing to calm your mind. You think of your family, especially your mother, How many battles and wars has she seen already in her life? She deserves a quiet life, For years she was just surviving, making amends with death but then your mom quite literally fell from the sky and well, they both deserve a quiet life already. Haven’t they suffered enough?

Your mind travels to the redhead close to you and how you went from wishing to know her to being betrothed. Funny how sometimes the universe chooses to give us what we wanted. You notice her slim figure and, think how much harder all of this is being for her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could do more, be more, for those you love and care about.

Wondering as well about your other guests, they will probably leave tomorrow sometime during the day, hoping Pietro or Natasha could stay a little bit more, for Wanda’s sake. Taking your eyes off Wanda you look at the sky and the moon, shining bright above you, making her best effort to bring solace to your query mind.

Raven told you once that your mind thought 800 thoughts per millisecond, never shutting up and it would be a good thing for Lexa to start training you on how to effectively lessen them. You should have paid more attention to your lessons, maybe if your mother had been the one to show you instead of Octavia, you would have studied more, ‘cause you definitely want that state of mind right now.

In a few hours, your party will leave for Tondc, despite the political air it has, that’s where you’ll go to get your tattoo done, right at Becca’s bunker. You’re still amazed at how a lot of things changed when it comes to the Commander rituals, thanks to your mother and her rules.

Closing your eyes again, you try to concentrate, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one, two, three times, but before you can reach the fourth inhalation you hear Wanda whining. Your instinct and need to protect her takes over you and you go to her side immediately. Later when you are questioned, you will recall seeing the red wisps coming from her hands but claim you didn’t notice until it was too late.

You touch her shoulder trying to wake her up and receive a blast of red magic, that, upon impact does feel a little weird, but is enough to send you flying and crashing against one of the bigger rocks on the wall. You have to thank Raven for teaching you to cover your head when being sent flying and crashing from explosions. That summer you spent with her and she used you as a dummy test (to the displeasure of your mothers), is proving to be effective now.

Still, the hard impact is enough to leave you unconscious. … … … … … … … … …

You awake (or regain consciousness) to the sound of screaming. Trying as quick as you can, you force your body to get up, opening your eyes but the air is strong, making it harder for you to see, so you instantly close them again.

Putting your hand covering your eyes you walk towards what you think is the table, squinting your way out.

“Wanda?” You scream but your voice can’t be heard.

The noises are too loud.

You somehow see the smoke rising from the way the Tower is. Feeling your stomach drop, you turn and try to look for Wanda but all you see is fire where the table used to be, you still make your way back to it.

“Wanda, where are you?” But the clouds are covering the moon and there’s a lot of fog, making it impossible to see beyond a certain range, you’re not sure if it’s from the smoke or the chill air, but is starting to get into your lungs. Covering your mouth you reach the table.

Nothing.

BOOM

The loud explosions close to you are enough to destroy the rock walls and send you to the floor looking for cover. Eyes closed, not making a move, you hide behind the hidden part of the table, covering your mouth, trying not to make a sound with your coughs. Inhaling, and exhaling, you calm your state but are still stiff as a rock, you’re not sure where the explosions are coming from or if someone is near.

“Wanda, where are you?” You try again, thinking as hard as you can this time, remembering how it seemed to work a few hours ago, hoping it gets to her again.

Silence.

Eery silence.

Not even the wind makes a noise.

Opening one eye you can’t see any fire or smoke. In fact, everything seems exactly as it was before the explosions, the moon and the stars shining bright above you.

Carefully, you start getting up from your crouching position, sword at the ready. What the hell is going on? Your (e/c) eyes scan the area, looking for a sign of Wanda, at this point, for someone, anybody to appear.

“Welcome… Strisis” you remember well that voice.

It lulled you to sleep many times, but it’s impossible for you to hear it again right now. Turning carefully, one foot at a time, forcing your body to move, refusing to opening your eyes. Counting one to three in your head, you slowly bring light to your vision.

Truth is, it’s not impossible as it seems.

He’s standing there in all his glory, just like you used to remember him. Clad in all black, his blue eyes contrasting his sandy blonde hair, but his hair is well stylish and not as sweaty as normal, due to all the training he’d done. He’s sporting a small smile, the same one he reserved just for you.

“Aden” a whisper you’re not sure it came from your lips.

Tentatively you take a step, he’s the same height you remember him, except this time, you are taller than him. Although you’re not as tall as your mother, you somehow reached Clarke’s height, still, Aden, as you see him now, is shorter than you.

“I have been waiting for you” yet he doesn’t move nor make any intent to come closer. You look at your surroundings, but nothing seems different than when you entered this place.

“How… what… is it really you?” You refuse to believe what’s in front of you. The reality of having him here could mean just one thing.

“I am” he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t understand… am I?”

“Your betrothed holds a lot of power”

You frown at the mention of Wanda. Where is she anyway?

“No need to worry Sistris, despite unconsciously trying, she cannot enter where we are”

“What?” The fog in your brain is going away slowly. You recall the night, meditating, Wanda whining…

And the red sparks.

“We’re in my mind?”

“Not quite Y/N, we are in something similar to the City of Lights. I’m guessing this was a result of her”

“Wanda?”

“Is that her name? I always wondered. Mother used to call her the Lady with magic hands, not the best phrase is you ask, no wonder mom almost choked on her water”

His laugh is remarkable and something you wished to hear more often when he was alive. Wait, your mothers knew Wanda had magic? Is that why they accepted Stark’s offer? But, if they know she has magic, and certainly all her clan know, why would ask for your union? You don’t hold anything compared to Wanda’s abilities, so what can you bring to the table?

“A lot more of what you think sistris"

Continuing to ignore him, for your own sake, a lot of things haven’t made a lot of sense so trying to search for it, under the circumstances will just bring you a massive headache.

“You said we’re in the City of Lights but is not my mind”

“I said, we are in something similar. This is still part of your mind. Lady Maximoff can’t enter this space, more than anyone, you should know and it’s not because of the chaos”

Despite your best efforts, you feel a headache coming. Is that possible? Feeling a headache while inside your head?

“Sunrise is coming sistris”

“Wait, Aden… don’t go” The fear of losing him again makes you act on instinct, recalling the sensation you felt all those years ago, closing the distance an embracing him.

He smells like pine and wood, combined with some citric notes, a little bit different from what you remember. Back in the day, you always mumbled he smelled like rain, Madi taunted him saying you meant it was wet dirt, but to you, it was something fresh.

“I’m here”

Despite the height difference now, you feel his strong arms circling you and comforting you in a way only older brothers can.

You don’t want to let him go and refuse to close your eyes in case he disappears. What if he’s a fragment of your imagination?

“I’m real”

He takes your face and cradles it with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Let us walk” he grabs your hand while you both walk, using his hand as an anchor to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Upon close inspection, you see now the lake where he used to take you and Madi.

“War is coming sistris, and nothing can prevent it, not even chaos itself”

This information is not a surprise to you. Maybe you knew it all along, feared it but hoped for a peaceful resolution. That feeling of emptiness you had and the restlessness you felt prior was a way of rejecting the truth.

“Mother has taught you well. You’re better than I was. No wonder the spirit of the prior commanders is calling and choosing you”

“Aden” the rest of your sentence dies there, hanging in the air because you well know that, if he would still be alive, the commander would have chosen him and you would have been a simple heiress, waiting for her turn to the throne.

Your only reward was avenging his death when you were of age. To be fair, it was a clean duel, Ontari should have known it was coming.

“I never had the flame but I feel them now. And they are all anxious for what’s to come. You have a powerful ally Y/N and your future wife can be the decisive key to win or lose, it will depend on you”

You let go of his hand and stay rooted in place. Wanda have a part in this?

“We are no wiser nor gods to decide someone's destiny”

“And yet here you are telling me I’m the one who will scale the balance”

“I’m just a messenger”

“You’re one of the judges aren’t you?”

“I’m not sistris. I’m here on your request”

What request? What the hell is happening? One sec you’re trying to meditate and the next you’re in some kind of extremely weird dream, talking to your deceased brother like it was a casual walk at your favorite lake.

And now Wanda has come into the equation.

At her mention or more of your thoughts on her, you see red fog covering some bushes at the other side of the lake.

Aden follows your sight.

“Chaos awaits. It destroys and creates, it can never be tamed or understood but it can be beautiful if loved”

“Why do you keep referring to the chaos?”

“Sistris…” his face is filled with genuine curiosity, frowning his eyebrows exactly like your mother. And not for the first time you’re considering, that in fact, you’re the adopted one of the family.

“What Aden?” Yet you don’t look at him.

“Your betrothed has chaos magic”

He’s expecting a reaction from you but it honestly doesn’t affect you the type of magic Wanda has, why everybody is making a huge deal out of this is beyond your mind. The red fog in the meantime seems to get bigger and bigger.

“Y/N” a whisper comes from the bushes.

Your eyes are still glued to the color red, and for a flicker of a second, a silhouette starts forming only to vanish right after. Curios.

“Sunrise is coming and we cannot be late” That makes you turn to him.

You’re back at the ceremonial place but it seems darker, the stars are far gone and the moon seems to hide behind clouds

“Y/N” the voice seems familiar, you hear it so close to you but yet so far.

Aden walks closer to you when he sees the same red fog getting closer and circling the ceremonial place.

“Curios” Aden’s voice seems now like a whisper.

He places his hand on your shoulders, the act making you face him. His face is serious, a carbon copy of your mother.

“There are things I’m not allowed to tell. The knowledge we possess is not carved on stone and there are things that escape my mind as soon as I want to say them”

“Will I see you again?”

“You will know the answer to that”

Feeling a pull, you notice the red fog is close just to you, it plays around your hand. Aden sees it as well.

“Curios indeed” and you feel his strong arms once again around you and you take the opportunity to absorb his scent, to feel secure in his strength.

“I feel the pain in your heart. Mother loves you, don’t doubt it”

Sometimes we just need encouragement to fuel the fire inside of us. Until this point, you never thought simple words could do that.

“Ste yuj sistris” he says almost in a whisper, kissing your forehead. “Yu laik ai kru, Oso laik wonkru. Trust us, trust the commander in you, and tell your betrothed I said that to her as well”

Opening your eyes you see him still in front of you but the red fog is pulling you towards it. You see Aden moving his lips but can’t hear what he says.

“Aden?”

Trying to walk to him your way is stopped by the fog.

“ADEN” you yell and feel the tears falling from your eyes, just like that night many years ago. “ADEN”

“Curios indeed. Ai hod yu in heinofi” his silhouette seems like it’s vanishing from your line of vision, combined with a tinted red from the fog around your body, feeling warm and not unwelcome at all.

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re completely covered in the red fog… and all goes dark. … … … … … … … … …

You can hear noises but they are too loud for you to comprehend what’s happening. Your mind feels foggy and you feel tired, the pain in your head has become a migraine. You can feel the pressure on one side.

Feeling hands on your shoulders, slowly but surely the noises around you have started to get clear and you can identify voices, Madi, Octavia and Natasha are yelling and you feel pretty sure if you were to open your eyes, you can bet they’re doing some type of training.

“Y/N, please wake up”

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“Don’t you dare touch her if you want to keep your hand”

“Aden… don’t go” it scales as a whisper from your lips.

For a moment, you stop hearing Madi and Octavia and all you can feel are the hands on your shoulders, they feel warm and strong. You want to open your eyes but they feel heavy.

Hearing some rustling around you and the warmth from the hands is replaced by another pair, cold and callused, they feel foreign.

“Y/N… what did you say” Madi’s voice seems close now.

Getting up seems difficult. Groaning, you open your eyes, making your body sit up first. There’s a warm sensation on your forehead so you might as well open your eyes. Bringing your hand to the sour of pain you feel the thick and slick liquid. Blood indeed.

“Y/N you’re okay?” Her voice is worried and you detect a flinch of fear in it.

You look at her and see that Octavia has her sword out and is pointing it toward Wanda, Natasha in front of her, protecting her and you feel jealous. Why in the name of Gaia happen?

Madi is the one next to you, kneeling to see if you’re okay. Taking away her hand from touching your forehead, you seek impulse with your hands on the floor and stand up. Madi assisting you quickly. You look at her and nod, indicating you’re well enough to stand on your own, but she refuses to let you go.

“I’m okay”

Yet your words don’t seem to calm any of the situation in place and when you try to go and comfort her, Madi stops you. Seeing this, Wanda tries to go to you instead but is stopped by Natasha, who sees Octavia take one step towards her.

“Care to explain to me what’s happening? None of you should be here” trying your best calming voice.

“I could ask the same Heinofi” It’s been a while since you heard Octavia this exhaled and furious.

Nothing of this makes sense. With all the pain in your head, you find another solution and think as hard as you can, to instruct Wanda, if she can hear you and is ok, to tilt her head. Suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you, effectively meeting her eye, Wanda’s frown is in place but she tilts her head, slightly but the move is there.

“Madi?” As stern as you can you utter the words.

She hesitates for a moment, probably because she never heard you using that tone or because you know your mother will arrive soon, if not sooner with all this apparent commotion.

“I was setting with Octavia the last supplies you’ll need to use at TonDC, when we heard a loud noise coming from here. When we arrived you were crashed in the rocks bleeding from your head and Wanda was standing a few meters away, her hands clasped around her magic”

“Y/N I wasn’t” but Wanda’s interrupted by Natasha’s hand on her hand. Now you’re the one feeling like seeing red.

“Octavia got the sword out and that’s when Natasha arrived”

“Glad I came when I did, two against one didn’t seem fair”

Now that makes sense. If you were blasted by Wanda’s magic that could explain why you kept seeing red fog but, didn’t Aden say Wanda couldn’t enter your mind? Then how you could see the red, characteristic of Wanda’s magic? Was she trying to enter your mind to see if you were okay, or she was unconsciously doing it?

“Octavia, please take away your sword from my betrothed”

“Can’t do Henofi”

“Octavia. I’m not asking”

That makes Octavia turn to look at you if barely, her eyes never leaving the pair of your guests. Madi’s hold on your body is doing nothing to keep you calm.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand”

“Octavia, em pleni!” And is the stern in your voice what makes Octavia fully look at you and Madi to loosen her grip on you.

“You vowed to protect and obey me”

“I vowed to protect the commander” Out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda taking a few steps out of Natasha’s reach, her eyes although guarded have a flicker of fear in them.

“Ai laik Heda, you like it or not,” you say between teeth. Masking your pain and foggy mind.

Funny things happen when the most calm and peaceful people raise their voices and utter strength into them. Madi lets you go but Octavia has difficulty relinquishing her guard and stance. You see the anger behind her eyes and finally, she puts her sword back in her scabbard.

“Yu laik ai kru” You speak these words towards Wanda specifically but mean to extend them towards Natasha and her clan as well.

Madi and Octavia look at you.

“Oso laik wonkru” you speak to them.

Hearing you speak trigedeslang is so foreign, since you barely use it, They’re more used to hearing from other people but not you, it makes them realize what the words you spoke convey.

“You are my people. We are one clan” you say for the sake of Wanda and Natasha and to make your stance very clear.

“War is imminent”

“Sistris”

“No Madi, it is. Aden told me”

“Aden?” Madi looks at you.

You can’t even if you tried, explain everything that happened inside your head (or outside) you’re still not sure where that place was or if you’ll go again.

“What happened was an accident. I startled Wanda. We cannot be divided. Ai laik Heda ”

The air feels heavy, and the implications of what you said, especially to Octavia, linger in the air. They never have seen you like this, Madi has a newfound respect for you if her kneeling in front of you indicates it. Octavia scans you, her scowl present but kneels.

“Jomp em op en you jump ai op”

“You are right daughter” You turn to see your mothers enter. Lexa was clad in her red stash and riding attire. Clarke is wearing a green cloak, you didn’t think she will travel with you.

“Octavia, Madi, rise"

“War is imminent. Aden has spoken to us”

What?

“Come Y/N, your ascension ceremony should take place today at noon”

Clarke looks at you and her eyes carry so much weight and sorrow.

“Mom?”

She just opens her hands, the flame is nested between the metal box you dreaded to see. What you don’t take into consideration is that there are two little boxes, meaning Wanda will get chipped too.

“Y/N, a flame-keeper has not been in our clans for so many years. Times are changing and for us, it changes as well in our traditions”

“Interesting use of words, Lexa. Remind me to learn to be as political and coherent as you” Stark's voice comes out of nowhere and suddenly you see a red suit floating. It’s close to the floor but you might have imagined it, you certainly will be confused after the blast.

“Natasha, be a dear and take the second box. You have been appointed to be the flame keeper, isn’t that exciting?”

So that’s a no on Wanda chipped but wait. Natasha?'

“With due respect Heda, I will use my right to duel and challenge Duchness Romanoff for the place of the flame keeper”

You all turn to see Octavia slicing her hand in a way that allows the hand to bleed minimally. Before anyone can say anything Natasha’s raspy voice accepts it.

“Lexa?” You hear your mom speak.

And then all goes silent, the calmness you felt before is there and you don’t have to look to see that Wanda has taken your hand and has interlaced your fingers… nor do you see the red magic coming from her hands and taking you once again into darkness.

-/-/-/-/-/

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Authors note: I’m working on A Heiress in Love, so really sorry for the long wait!!

But now… spoiler for Secret Invasion.

What the eff Marvel??? Maria Hill deserves so much more!!!!!!!

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A heiress in love Pt.5

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Sestra = sister // Printsessa = princess Chapter synopsis: The night offers some time alone for Y/N and Wanda to talk about things

A/N: So for this chapter I researched different types of rituals and got inspiration from them to make some of my own to fit the story, I really hope I’m not offending anyone with them, since that was never my intention. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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  Monday Night.    11:14 p.m.

Wanda got closer to the table observing the items you have placed around there. Slowly approaching her, you stand next to her. Taking the cap from the ink bottle you place it on the center, then you start aligning the tea-tile candles around it, in a semicircle form.

“Is this related to your vow?” She asks curiously, trying hard not to touch anything. 

You’re kind of surprised she remembered it, it wasn’t something you have shared openly with her, except the dialogue Madi and you exchanged during the duel… okey so, your mom said you should involve her in your customs right? So you’ll do just that.

“Yeah, sort of, it is. Can you pass me the bowl please?” Wanda’s eyes widen slightly, and that little tilt of her head makes itself present. At least we’re past the frown now.

She tentatively takes it from the place and gives it to you, her fingers brushing yours when you take it. You feel again that electricity, that shiver that has nothing to do with the weather. You notice as well, (now that you know she doesn’t hate you per se), her shy and reserved demeanor. You’ve always been good at multitasking so while you pour the ink on the bowl you take the time to observe her in detail. Wanda has always been beautiful in your eyes, but seeing her this close without her first mask, is just different. 

You notice the green of her eyes, the way they follow your movements, the small frown spotted now but so different from the one she used to have around you, the tilting of her head and how her reddish brown hair frames her face, how she moves it from her face and places it behind her ear, being this close, you see as well the small silver earring adorning her earlobe. You’re kinda jealous of a small piece of jewelry. 

“My mom told me my ascension ceremony would take place in two nights from tonight. Which basically is a crowning ceremony, but different”

Wanda takes the discarded bottle from the table, playing with the cap. Reaching for the box of matches, she pushes it toward you. You smile gently.

“My people, we have different traditions from yours, as far as I could learn, thanks to my studies. Mine are more on the nature and the connection with her rather than just protocols… which precisely makes them more like a binding rather than just a ceremony”

You explain to her as you light the first candle, which was really easy, but the air decided to come out and play which makes it a little difficult to light the rest. Groaning because now you have wasted 4 matches, which you know Octavia will take notice and will taunt you for it, grabbing another little wood piece, and before you can close the box, red wisps light the rest of the candles.

Looking up you see Wanda trying to hide a smirk while looking straight up at you and playing with the red sparks between her fingers.

“Seemed like you need it some help”

And that fucking smirk has you pleading to the Goddess, you might as well just die on the spot, because if that isn’t the sexiest thing you have seen… you can’t and won’t think about what else could top it.

Clearing your throat you manage a weak thanks before grabbing the needles, forming them in a small triangle next to the bowl, next is the incense holder behind the bowl, lighting the incense you pass it seven times around the bowl and needles, before finally placing it on the holder. 

Grabbing the blade from your mother, you cut the sash around your hand, hearing a small gasp leave Wanda’s mouth. You look at her, she looks at you, eyes a little bit guarded again.

“Before you do what I think you’re about to do…” her voice trails off so you nod encouraging her to ask whatever she wants to.

Taking a breath she firmly asks.

“Would I need to bleed in order to marry you? Because that just seems barbaric”

And when you put it like that, well yeah, it seems a little bit extreme.  

“No, for our wedding ceremony no, you won’t. I know this might seem barbaric to you, but it has an explanation, just… I need to do this”

“Of course”

She doesn’t say anything else, just keeps observing the ritual. Inhaling and exhaling you grab your mother’s blade and in a quick movement you open once again your hand, a smaller cut this time and guide it towards the bowl, dripping some black blood drops inside it, taking a new piece of fabric from your pocket, you start wrapping around your hand. You barely flinch when you feel a warm sensation around it and see the red wisps, knowing well Wanda’s magic is curing your wound.

You’re still confused as to why she’s helping you, despite the fact that she said she didn’t hate you, you’re still a stranger to her. You’re more aquatinted to Pietro and even Natasha seemed more friendlier toward you and that’s saying a lot.

Mixing the ink and blood you grab the incense and do the same seven circles this time in the opposite direction. Closing your eyes you whisper the prayer you’ve been practicing in your head for the last few hours.

“Dearest and loved Moon Goddess, I Y/N Woods-Griffin, former priestess of yours. I am, once again surrendering to you, standing humble in your presence, I present to you this small offering of my blood to ask for your blessing and guidance. Please, consider my petition and bless my soul and one of my future bride here as I embark on my road of preparations for my Ascension. That in love I might find my new road. Until I meet my ancestors again”

After saying your small prayer, you take a few seconds before opening your eyes and looking up to the skies. The moon shines above you, her presence calming you immediately. Wanda follows your eyes turning her head to see what are you looking at.

Without turning your eyes from the sky you try to explain one of the things you know would matter more to Wanda.

“Natblidas were created ages ago, way before anyone found a way to eradicate all the radiation from the affected lands. In order to resist the effect of it, this special serum was created by Becca, our first commander”

Wanda keeps looking at the moon so you’re not sure if she’s really paying attention to your explanation, but a quiet question tells you that she is.

“It did work, the downside of it, was not a lot of people resisted it and for those who did, it turned their blood black, hence getting the name of natblidas. I’m not too sure of some details, but finally, a group of natblidas clans came up with a less aggressive cure. That group keep using the serum on their own bloodline until it became a genetic trait”

At this, Wanda’s eyes return to you and her stare is so intense you look down. Trying to find the right words to explain the next part of your tale. 

“My mother” your voice breaks a little and if Wanda noticed, she didn’t say anything. “Umm she did a lot of sacrifices for her people, and went through a lot to become Commander, I know she’s been the best one in our history. One of the things she did was to change as much as possible the ways we choose the next one. Still a lot of old traditions remain”

Wanda takes a look at you, you don’t meet her eyes thou, knowing well they portray a lot of what you’re feeling at the moment, another thing you haven’t mastered like your mother.

“When you ascend as commander, they inject you the serum to strengthen the blood… and they put a small chip on your neck, containing all the necessary knowledge to be a commander and a fair leader to your people… One of the downsides of it… is the voices on your head from the past commanders”

“Voices?” Her eyes are curious, tilting her head to look at you better from her angle. 

“I might ask Raven to explain it in detail to you later but yes, kind of like having a consul inside your head. A super advanced genetic nano thingy they put in your neck”

“Does this have to do anything with why I can’t read…?” She leaves the rest of the words out.

“Yes. Natblidas are trained not just physically but mentally as well. It can be overwhelming. I’m guessing kind of like your abilities, so we’re taught how to keep our thoughts and mind in place, how to strengthen it so we’re not easily persuaded, so we don’t get run over by our own thoughts trying to be heard over the others, so no one invades our minds and thoughts”

“Have you heard them then? The voices?”

“No, not yet… I haven’t ascended as commander yet but in two days I will. All of this should prepare me for it or at least I hope it does.”

She doesn’t say anything and you're wondering, not for the first time if this was too much for her, making her think you’re just a nut case.

“Could you teach me?” She whispers this, her voice barely reaching your eyes

You cast her a glance, noticing not for the first time how she’s looking down, her hair making it impossible for you to search her eyes. You play with the bowl in your hands before leaving it on the table, the needles and ink need to serenade by the moonlight, so the protection spells are stronger. By the position of the stars you guess is already past midnight, your mother would arrive in five hours. 

“I mean-”

“Yes,” a timid whisper leaves your lips interrupting whatever thing she was trying to say while you grab her hand, making her lift her eyes. Wanda then makes eye contact with you… 

… and everything stops. 

Suddenly there’s no noise, any trace of pine scent is gone, and not even the cool breeze of the night is there. Your mind is also very quiet.

Wanda’s eyes are her natural green, but you feel some kind of magic there, surrounding both of you. She looks at you with what you have come to call her intrigued frown and you hear a really quiet and far away whisper asking: “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know,” you say out loud, making Wanda drop your hand and the world come to life. You hear and feel mother nature again, quietly whispering things around.

“You heard that?”

“I… yes? You didn’t speak… did you?”

“No. I just thought it”

You just hum because really? what else can you say when you honestly didn’t know how you could hear her. Maybe there’s really some kind of magic between you two, maybe it was Wanda’s wish to be able to be in your mind that you unconsciously let her in but… 

Before you could continue debating in your mind, a noise at the entrance brings your attention to your surroundings. Taking two steps ahead you put Wanda behind you, protecting her, your left hand going to your sword. She notices the action and looks at you with curiosity, her fingers moving producing small red sparks.

You distinguish footsteps, hardening your touch on the sword you’re ready to bring it out, but a distinctive scent reaches your nostrils first. You look at the sky, it can’t be that late (or early) already but she’s here nonetheless. Relaxing your posture as much as you can, you greet her before she appears.

“Mother”

Wanda’s mask is back in place, you know it just by feeling her posture and energy change, casting a quick glance you see some of the red sparks floating around and slowly disappearing. 

Lexa’s illuminated by the moon and, not for the first time, you get lost in her ethereal looks. She belongs there, her posture, her demeanor, and her steps all scream LEADER. And you, you just want and strive to be a little more like her.

Her eyes are well guarded and stern, her sight on you makes you feel like a small child, waiting in your room until your punishment is lifted. You try to maintain her stare but fail and look to the floor.

“Y/N” she comes closer and as soon as she sees Wanda, does a little vow with her head, just acknowledging her presence.

“Your mom told me you would have company” Her tone doesn’t show any emotion that could give you an idea of how she feels. After all, you haven’t seen her since that incident in the afternoon.

“But I was hoping we could have a small talk before leaving”

“You’re leaving?” is Wanda’s voice behind you which makes you lift your gaze and turn to her.

“We are in fact, well, you too I guess, my mom Clarke she… well, I just didn’t have the chance to reach that point of the ritual yet”

And you think a “please believe me” as loud as you can in your mind hoping she hears you. She doesn’t say anything but gives you a little more privacy, walking back to the table and observing the elements, trying hard not to eavesdrop. 

You stand there, waiting for something, not moving. When was the last time that you jumped happily right into action when your mother asked to speak with you? Probably months before the whole marrying issue, you definitely noticed it was less common after Madi left. 

“Daughter, come” and she sees the hesitance you have, the really small steps you take, and the sadness irradiating from you. You walk towards her not really knowing what to expect, stopping two steps away from her. 

Lexa observes you, despite her face not changing, you can feel her peaceful energy yet you don’t attempt to move, she extends her arms and you unconsciously recoil… and that hurts her.

Suddenly she brings you closer to her, embracing you exactly like when you were young. Her hand caresses your head while you feel the other one in your back, a stronghold and damn if you didn’t miss her touch. You lift your arms and hug her back, inhaling her earthy scent, bringing you back to those summer days before any responsibility or threat of war. 

“I’m not sorry for the way I’ve raised you, but I’m sorry for making you feel less loved, or not enough”

You feel the first tear cross your face and then another, and another, attempting to murmur an “It doesn’t matter” but your mother dismisses it right away. 

“It matters to me daughter.” if you didn’t know any better, you could swear she was crying but your mother hasn’t done that in years.

Taking a few minutes that you feel are mere seconds, she puts her hands in your shoulders, caressing your cheek, contrary to what you did with your mom, you don’t lean into her touch, still sad from everything, but you do close your eyes savoring the moment.

“Y/N” Lexa takes her hands from you and you miss her maternal warmth. She takes a little poach from her coat, taking a moment to look at it, she then proceeds to empty its contents into her hand… and it’s until something shines you see it’s her old headpiece, the one she used all those years ago before marrying your mom. Alongside that, is another small one. 

You make a small gasp when Lexa grabs your hands and deposits both pieces.

“I never thought I would see this piece out of the pouch again. The times of peace are being threatened by old enemies daughter and I trust and know, that you will lead with honor, fierce, and pride. Aden was right when he told me all those years ago, how brave you would turn out to be”

At the mention of your older brother, you can’t help but to reminisce his memory (he always said you were his favorite despite the circumstances). You were still a toddler when he was cowardly murdered in the middle of the night. Deep inside, you know your mother has never recovered from that incident.

“Mother” You look at her again, in a new light.

“I…” your mother stops talking and you wonder, hoping, waiting, but she doesn’t say a word. She just squeezes your hand and takes a turn to leave. “I’ll see you in some hours”

You see her walking away, turning to Wanda to just indicate she’s leaving. And you stand there, watching the path your mother left in the grass, holding the poach, feeling the tears run down your face. 

Quietly Wanda approaches you, you feel her presence near you.

“Your mother’s soul… carries much sadness, guilt, and anguish”

You don’t look at her, just hum in acknowledgment, Wanda has seen a lot of your emotions displayed in questions of hours and you don’t know how good could that be for someone who’s supposed to lead 15 clans plus Wanda’s people. Maybe your mother was right, love is her weakness, but now you know is also her fuel.

Enjoying the calmness and coldness of the night, you try to steady your heart, concentrating on breathing, closing your eyes to feel the breeze around your skin, but is not cold as you expected it. Opening one eye you see the familiar red sparks floating around you.

“She’s worried about the situation and what she asked of you. She cares a lot if you’re wondering”

“Wanda” the rest of your words dying on your lips when you see her. She has her eyes closed as well, and she looks so ethereal and magnificent and for the first time since your marriage was announced to you, you feel at peace.

“I might not be able to read your mind, but your soul speaks as clearly as your mother does”

She opens her eyes, and the red you have become to associate with her green, so unique and magical, keeps giving you calm. Tentatively and quietly she gets closer to you and places her hand above your hand and as soon as she touches it, the world once again goes silently. You’re pretty sure this is not the first time you are touching hands and looking into her eyes at the same time, after all, she was the one to catch you before you passed out in the afternoon but then, why this night this is happening?

“I wondered the same thing and no, I still can’t read your mind, I kinda had to distract myself to not ears drop and noticed… you’re not wearing gloves this time”

You cast your sight to your hands noticing she’s right, she’s been holding your left hand all this time. 

“How do you know? About my mother” you timidly ask, your voice barely above a whisper. Despite her telling you about hearing her soul, you kind of want to know more.

“I recognized her aura”

“But how?”

You don’t want to push it, and you certainly don’t want her to close herself again, but you had a little taste before and you so desperately want to know more. She takes a deep breath and takes her hand from you, making the world come alive and missing her warmth already.

“Natasha showed me” and you don’t like the pang of jealousy you feel in your stomach about the way she said her name, so intimate, so you school your expressions and eyes.

“Because I carry them as well. Damaged and marked people by death, our souls sing a different and unique tune”

She turns her back towards you and not for the first time, you want to run and hug her and take all those feelings away from her, but you don’t move, you can’t move.

“You’re not damaged”

The moon illuminates her profile when her face turns slowly, but she’s not looking at you, her sight is focused on the pebbles around your feet.

“You don’t know me”

“You’re right, but you said something about my mother, about Natasha and you, about marked people. And you might be right, your souls may sing differently than most, but I don’t think it makes them damaged, I don’t think you are Wanda”

She turns her face again, the night sounds giving you some kind of quiet serenade. 

“I’ve done terrible things. You know why they call me the Scarlet Witch?”

“No” and finally you take a few steps toward her, still respecting her personal space.

“You should fear me”

“But I don’t”

“But you don’t” She finally turns towards you. The red around her eyes slowly turns into her usual green.

She observes you with that frown you have to come to associate with you when she doesn’t understand you. Taking another leap of faith, you close the distance and grab her hand, carefully using your bare one.

“You said you did terrible things, and so did I. You saw me doing a blessing ritual with ink and needles, they have a purpose. Tomorrow morning I would be getting my tattoos with them, one of them would mean the number of people I’ve killed… so based on your logic, I should be damaged as well and you should be afraid of me”

Wanda looks at you, frowning.

The silence gets thick… 

Until she’s out loud laughing and is the most beautiful sound you have heard you smile and laugh as well, not knowing why but is definitely better than just silence.

“Please tell me that’s not your big heroine defeating the villain speech because honestly…that’s ridiculous” She keeps laughing and you can’t help but to feel more enamored with this girl.

“No, it's not” and you keep laughing as well because it all seems ridiculous now. Trying to breathe you regain control of your body, sighing you take Wanda’s hand again and honestly this touching thing keeps getting easier, but you use the covered one this time. She stops laughing but keeps smiling at you, motivating you to continue talking.

“I maintain my point. I don’t think you’re damaged Wanda”

She looks at you and her smile gets a little sadder but it doesn’t disappear, she squeezes your hand and lets it go before she walks towards the table, observing once again all the things placed there.

“I have always felt curios about the design behind the tattoos, their meaning, and all. You said you’ll get one representing the persons you have killed. Why?”

“This is more on the spiritual and personal meaning. Both my mothers have them, they represent something else for them that is not my place to tell. There’s a saying among the Amazonias, about how you should not kill if you can avoid it, to me…. This tattoo would mean just that, that it was my last choice killing someone, a reminder that it was my life or theirs, ‘because certainly, they would have killed me without a question”.

She doesn't say a word but keeps observing the needles gathered in the table. You are learning to give her some kind of space and time with every piece of information you share about your culture and you keep playing the observer game, paying attention and memorizing every facial expression and gesture she does.

“Would your mother be the one to do them?”

“Yes”

She turns towards you, her eyes searching your face for something you can’t quite place and then she asks you.

“Could… could I get one too?”

And is the way she asks, timid but also you detect something else, remorse maybe? You’re certainly right there and then that you couldn’t ever deny anything to her.

“I… yeah, yeah of course, umm we will need to do a different ceremony thou”

“Maybe after our marriage one”

Our marriage, two words are spoken and they sent you into a frenetic ecstasy. Damn you if you say you weren’t excited now with this proposal.

“Yeah, after would be good if you wish”

You smile at her and are glad to see she’s smiling again, only to be interrupted by a yawn. You get immediately under the table, looking for something you know well your mom should have put there. Under some plants, there's a box with a blanket and some smaller ones to use as a pillow. You take them out and proceed to make a bed or as much of a bed as you can.

“Here, lay down, you should rest”

You see her hesitating so you quickly add.

“It’s just for you. I can’t sleep tonight, part of the ritual” hoping this makes it easier for her “l know is not ideal but I can’t escort you back to your room, I also need to stay here and-“

She lays down, stopping you from babbling and embarrassing yourself furthermore.

“This is fine” She turns her back towards you and hears her sighing, you don’t know what to do, so you stay there, observing her, watching her peaceful silhouette. A few minutes pass and you haven't moved an inch, you think she’s already asleep.

“Can you sit closer and keep me company?”

“Of course, m’lady”

Hearing her chuckle you go and sit closer to her, her back still towards you. Your face now looking at the moon. A few more minutes pass and you hear her breathing has evened, confirming that she finally fall asleep, whispering good night Wanda, you sit more comfortably, laying your back on the rock that makes one of the foot’s table, closing your eyes and praying to the goddess, not for the first time that war does not broke.

Unknown to you, a little intermittent red light from a tiny drone above you, flies off into the night.

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Update on “A heiress in love”

Hey guys, just wanted to send a quick update on the story. I have been working on it, don’t worry, it’s just the past 2 months have been tough, my grandma died and my grandpa was in the hospital so it was a little bit complicated for me to have the time to write… but things are better now so, I’ll be updating soon!!! :)

Plus there are a couple of WIP I still need to finish and publish, including a few requests I got! So, hopefully (fingers crossed) I’ll finish them soon as well!!

Thank you guys for sticking around 💕

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Hey :) Sorry to be a pain but I have a lil favour to ask 😅 I’m on the taglist for AHIL as Mrsromanoffswife only I’ve changed my user. Would you be able to change my user on the taglist please. I love the series so far. Hope your having a good day :)

Hey, thank you so much! It’s been a busy but productive day. How yours is going good as well! :)

And yes totally. I’ll update the user name then :) hopefully I’ll be done soon with the new chapters!! ☺️

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@wannabe-fic-reader thank you so much! Yeah for sure! I’ll tag you on it! ☺️

A Heiress in Love Pt. 4

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you Chapter synopsis: Clarke has a heart-to-heart with you, leading to missing your date-not date with Wanda. Would the fiery redhead let it pass or would it lead to her closing off again? Maybe another Triku tradition can help you move things along with her. A/N: I’m parting ways from The 100 canon (changing a little bit how the whole A.L.I.E thing works basically), so I still hope it makes sense =) Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 4: Mom knows best.

You stop at the entrance making Maddi crash into you. She looks at what has you frozen on your spot, carefully observing you. Taking small steps, tentatively and carefully you enter your room, Madi deciding to stay at the door.

“Mom?” Your voice is hoarse from all the crying you have done.

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I’m working on the next chapters of “A Heiress in Love”, I just got back to work (no more vacation time!) but hopefully they’ll be out on the next few days guys!!! 😍😍😍

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Hi can you do one of Wanda and the reader and are married in the past and the reader died. Only for Wanda to cast a spell for the reader to recarnate but things do not go to plans as Wanda is killed by strange for interfering with the natural law and nature and is force to live 201 years as a spirit in a house and after that she can live a normal life. Then 200!years later the reader (reader has no memory of the past) buys a house with their partner Kate bishop and their daughter. When they move in everything is fine but some weird stuff start happening in the house and the reader gets worried. One day the reader is alone as Kate and their daughter are at gone shopping. When the reader hears a female voice saying it has finally loved and I cannot wait for you to come in my arms. The reader freaks out but then she hears some sound and goes towards it and she sees the Wanda and faints. Then the reader is gets worried but Kate tells them that nobody is here and that she might feel weird as she is probably did not drink enough water and the reader agrees and believes she hallucinating and the reader goes to bed and some smut happens. Then Wanda sees this and she is angry that somebody is doing that to her wife and starts doing some bad things like messing with the cat brakes and doing more weird stuff in the night like turning the light on and off ans she tries to create argument between Kate and the reader as she believes that y/n is her property ans nobody else. Eventually wanda is mad and does something that causes kate death but unfortunately her daughter death as well. The reader is really depressed and she thinks she is going crazy because she keeps getting dream and wanda takes advantage and manipulates the reader with her magic to kill themself. Causing their spirit to be restless and to stay with her 800 years. When the reader dies their get their memories but you can decide what happens next but by then Wanda is free from strange curse. But can make it extremely dark - the ending

This sounds like such a good story!! Thank you so much for the request! I’ll gladly write it!! Just give a couple of days ☺️

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A Heiress in Love Pt. 4

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you Chapter synopsis: Clarke has a heart-to-heart with you, leading to missing your date-not date with Wanda. Would the fiery redhead let it pass or would it lead to her closing off again? Maybe another Triku tradition can help you move things along with her. A/N: I'm parting ways from The 100 canon (changing a little bit how the whole A.L.I.E thing works basically), so I still hope it makes sense =) Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 4: Mom knows best.

You stop at the entrance making Maddi crash into you. She looks at what has you frozen on your spot, carefully observing you. Taking small steps, tentatively and carefully you enter your room, Madi deciding to stay at the door.

“Mom?” Your voice is hoarse from all the crying you have done.

Clarke leaves her spot on your bed and gets closer to you, stopping just an arm away. She lifts her hand to caress your cheek and you flinch, her hand freezing midair noticing your reaction, her heart aching.

Slower this time, she looks into your eyes for permission as she finally touches your cheek, caressing it. You feel her motherly love, feeling the traitor's tears wanting to leave your eyes, leaning into her touch, you close your eyes and let them fall.

“My beautiful and brave child” you place your hand over hers and feel her thumbs wiping your tears. An impossible task since they keep coming. You let her comfort you, she has always done it, perfectly knowing whatever it was that troubled your mind or heart.

“I’m sorry” you don’t know (or maybe you do) what you’re apologizing for anymore.

“For what?”

Opening your eyes you see only love reflected on those irises that reminded you of the sky on sunny days, grounding your mind and soul. Your voice gets caught on your throat.

“For disappointing you… all of you” the last part was also directed to Madi, who has been watching this from the door, arms crossed at her chest.

“Oh baby, no, no” You feel her arms surround you and you can’t help but get your own arms on your mom, placing your head on her shoulder and crying. She cradles your head and draws small circles on your back, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It has been a while since you had your mother comforting you like this.

She grabs your face between her hands. You feel her eyes on you, they have always been softer when she looks at you, even when she was mad or lecturing you.

“You’re not a disappointment and nothing you do can disappoint me, you understand?”

Since your voice has decided to stop working, you only nod. Clarke places a kiss on your forehead above your marked headpiece and hugs you again.

Madi finally decides to step further into your room when Clarke extends a hand toward her. She takes it and now you feel your sister’s hug as well. Wondering not for the first time why you can’t have a relationship like this with your mother anymore?

Clarke is the first one to release both from the hug, grabbing you and Madi by the hand. She looks at both of you with so much pride and love. Squeezing your hands before dropping them and going back to your bed. You share a look with Madi, Clarke never uttered a word about it but you both know she wants some alone time with you.

“I guess I’ll see you at supper… Ai hod yu in sistri”

“Ai hod yu in sis”

Madi hugs your mom one last time and leaves. Clarke pats the bed and you obediently go and sit, she proceeds to start undoing your braids, delicately since your hair is tangled now.

“I asked Echo to prepare your bath. I just hope the water is still hot”

“Thank you mom”

Silence fills the room, but it’s not awkward just comforting. Clarke’s hands work fast, years of having to do and undo braids, not only on her but on Lexa’s, your sister, and you. She goes to help you with your hand but remembering what Wanda did, and not knowing if your family knows about her magic or not, you take it away. Clare just watches.

“Do you need help or can you do it alone?” She asks.

Of course, you can take a bath by yourself but you sense she also needs the time to gather whatever it is she’s wanting to say.

“I can do it alone, but would you mind keeping me company?”

“Of course baby” her motherly tone has you fighting the tears again. Despite everything, despite her title as Wanheda  (a title that hasn’t been spoken beyond the coalition clans in years), Clarke has always treated you with utter love, even when she’s furious at you, you always have felt her love. She gives you the privacy, of course, placing the screen between the tub and a chair she brings next to the sink.

Taking your dirty and sweaty clothes off, you remove the headpiece from your head, placing it on the little purple sachet it was on your cabinet. It's not lost on you that this is the last time you’ll probably wear it. Finally, you step carefully into the tub. As soon as your body hits the water you let a groan of satisfaction, knowing for sure you’ll be sore tomorrow. You hear your mother quietly chuckle.

Observing the aftermath of the day’s events, noticing a few dark purple spots on your legs and stomach, places where Madi (and maybe Octavia) hit you full force. Nothing big or worrisome, just small marks that’ll be gone in 3 - 5 days, sooner if the ointment Murphy sent it’s as great as he claims to be.

You hear the shuffle of papers and the scratch of the pencil. Clarke’s drawing. Your bathroom has a window looking towards the lake, by the time it is, you probably guess she’s sketching the moon illuminating the lake and that cherry tree close to it.

That is an activity you wish you could pick up again. When you were a child and before Octavia started training you, Lexa involving you more in the duties of a being heidoni, whenever your mom could, you sat and drew with her. Treasuring those memories, especially the rare ones when Madi was there and your mother would join, always smiling whenever you or your mom showed her your latest draw.

Once, you asked her why she loved to draw, and she told you that way before she met your mother, it was her way to escape reality and cope with her situation at the time, placing her dreams on paper so she couldn’t forget them. You never dared to ask further questions.

Now that you are alone and in the privacy (or as much as you can get at the moment) and in the sanctity of the tub, you take the sash from your hand. You notice the wound is healed but it would scar. That’s for sure. Not even Wanda’s magic can prevent it.

Wanda.

And your date-not-date that’s waiting to start. So maybe you need to speed things up a little.

Washing your head and body, you leave your hand at the end. You wash around it, feeling a little bit of pain, the skin is still sensitive of course. You trace your finger around it, letting sink the true meaning of it. Feeling your breath increasing rapidly.

Closing your eyes you count in your head to ten, again, and again, and again.

Finally, when you feel your breath is calmer, you open your eyes. You don’t hear your mom’s pencil, so you guess she probably went back to your room to prepare your clothes for supper. Taking the towel your mom left close to you, you step outside and dry yourself.

When you walk out the door in your undergarments, drying your hair with the towel, you notice your mom is seated at the small table, with two steaming cups of tea and a plate of biscuits between them. She doesn’t pay you any attention, busy writing a few things down. There are clothes on the bed, frowning as you notice these are your regular clothes, not the ones you should wear to a formal dinner. Deciding to not ask any further questions, you dress.

After a few minutes, Clarke’s voice gets your attention, indicating to come and sit close to her. You don’t want to disrespect her but you also know you need to be leaving soon if you don’t want to keep Wanda waiting.

“Come, have some tea with me” and your love-deprived self can’t resist it.

Madi enters your room without knocking and takes whatever it was that your mother was writing from the table. She also steals some biscuits winking at you before leaving.

“Are you trying to compete with your betrothed?”

“What?” You know you fell like five times at the arena today but none of them made you hit your head, so the confusion is genuine when you ask your mother that.

“In frowning. I’ve seen Lady Maximoff sporting a frown eight out of ten times I’ve seen her today” her voice is light and teasing and she tries to hide her smile behind her cup. She fails and her laugh is so contagious and her comment is so true that you laugh as well.

When both of you calm down, you sip your tea. Your stomach reminds you that you have eaten no more than the few bites you had at lunch, so you grab a few biscuits, practically inhaling them. Clarke’s voice makes you slow it down before you choke.

“How are you?” Voice filled with tenderness, love, and worry.

The question should be easy to answer, but with everything that has happened in only one day, your emotions are all over the place. Taking a biscuit in your hand, you take a small bite, trying to gain some time to ponder your answer. Can you really be honest with your mom? Of course. Would you be honest with her though? You’ll try.

“I am afraid, I’m sad and confused. Excited, nervous… does it makes sense?”

Smiling she nods. “It perfectly does”

“How did you do it?” You ask her, your voice small, remembering all the days you sat at her lap or Lexa’s lap and asked them hundred of questions, and they patiently answered them. When did your relationship with your mother start to change?

“Did what?”

“What you had to, what was expected of you?”

“You should know I barely did what was expected of me, I always followed my intuition and did what I thought was best at the moment” she answers you truthfully.

“Did it work?”

“Most of the time, yes, it did” she places her empty cup on the table. Her hands fidgeting. A habit you both have when you’re nervous, except she hides it better than you when there are more people.

You think about her answer, recalling the tale you know about how she got the title of Wanheda, recalling as well the hard moments she had with your mother before they started their relationship. You have heard Lexa’s side as well, and yeah, you know well how your mom followed her instinct since it’s a returning joke between them, how Clarke could never balance the three pillars of being Heda or a Commander: Wisdom, Compassion, and Strength.
 
“Why are you truly here mom?” You note the slight flash of hurt in her eyes.

“Can't a mother visit her daughter anymore just to talk with her?” She asks you in a serious and quiet tone.

“Of course… it’s just… it’s been a while since we just talked about anything without involving a royal affair.” And until this point, it had not mattered. Playing with the hem of the clean red fabric adorning your hand, like it’s the most interesting thing in the world, missing the way Clarke is looking at you.

Hearing her sigh, you feel her hand on your right hand, tentatively touching the red fabric, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand, a task meant to be in a comforting way and at this point, you don’t know what she’s trying to comfort you for.

“You’re ascension ceremony will take place two nights after today”

So this was it.

When you took the vow, you know the ascension ceremony would take place eventually, you just didn’t know it would be this soon. You hoped to just have your headpiece changed not for you to have the whole thing already, not with the wedding so close to it.

This means that you won’t be seeing Wanda (or any other person outside your mother) at all for the next few days, as you have to prepare. You won’t have a Conclave, your ceremony will be different, your mother made sure to change the ways to elect a Commander after what happened all those years ago, way before Madi or you were born.

Yet, you still need to prepare for the ceremony, and still, need to do certain rituals beforehand. Why on earth would your mother make you vow it before the wedding? She could have waited at least… but maybe, Lexa’s been the best commander, uniting 15 clans, gaining the trust of the Storybrooke kingdom (not an easy task since Queen Regina practically doesn’t trust anyone), and even getting the attention of King Tony, didn’t she say they were the ones to ask for your union? So there might be a valid reason, guess you’ll need to just trust her on it.

Madi and you have been raised in both cultures by your mothers, but certain Triku traditions were more prominent, this being one of them so there’s not really anything else to be said, even if Clarke wants to oppose, you voluntarily vowed it.

You want to scream, want to run away even if it’s just for a few minutes, everything has been a disaster since you woke up, and now, you’re not sure if your lack of relationship with Wanda can be improved or not. Speaking of…you secretly try to look out for the thingy Raven gave you to look the time, it reads 19:24 supper will be served in 6 minutes.

You missed your chance.

Just when things were slightly improving.

“No need to worry about it Skyprisa. It has been taken care of” Clarke says and proceeds to get up from the table.

Frowning you look down, ironically laughing.

Of course it would be canceled, of course they both knew and would do everything to get you back on schedule and not break protocol anymore.

Despite everything, you don’t feel social or hungry anymore.

“Can I be excused from supper… please mom?”

It’s the way your voice sounds so defeated, almost breaking at the end of your plea that has Clarke stopping, she kneels in front of you, they never kneel for anyone but each other. She takes your hands between hers.

“Of course, of course, baby. I’ll ask Echo to bring you something for later then”

“Thank you mom”

Bringing her hand again to your face, she gives you a small smile when you don’t recoil from her touch, her thumb caressing your cheek.

“Ai hod yu in skyprisa” she says as she plants a kiss on your forehead.

You don’t answer her but as she stands up you grab her hand, she looks at you questioningly, you just give her a small although defeated smile.

As soon as you hear your door close, you let your tears fall freely.

Could the universe can please stop playing with you?

— // — // — // A knock on your door wakes you up. You’re not sure when you moved to your bed, taking a look a the, how did Raven call it? A cloak? no, wait, a clock, you see the numbers flashing in a soft blue indicating it’s 22:10 p.m.

“One minute,” you tell whoever it is, your mind is a little bit foggy, who would come at this time? Stretching your sore limbs you walk towards the door.  

There’s no one outside except for a box. You look through the hall but see no one. Probably Echo or a guard was sent to leave it to you. Taking the box you go back inside your room. Placing it on another small table, your mind caught up with you and recent events, letting you know what was in the box even before opening it.

According to tradition, you’ll need to get your tattoos tomorrow, then proceed to go on a journey with your mother. So this box contains the needles for your tattoo, the ink (which you need to bless tonight) incense, an incense holder, 7 tea-tile candles, matches, Lexa’s small blade (the same from this morning) a black bowl (made of pinewood and tinted) and a small bottle of moonshine with some biscuits and crackers, wrapped on a banana leaf. Bless Octavia, ‘cause you know for sure she was the one to put this together. Under the bottle, there’s a small note.

“I know you know what all this means, and I hope to help you make it a little bit more endurable Little Heda - O”

Octavia indeed. Even if she didn’t sign it, she’s the only one using that nickname.

Smiling a little bit you take the bottle and place it in a safe place, no need for anyone else to know about it. Noticing the hour, you take the box, grab a coat and proceed to go to the place you need to be. It’s late enough so you don’t have to worry about running into anyone since this ritual needs to be done by you and only you.

A guard sees you leaving the castle, Nodding only, he lets you go. You’re sure as hell they all know what’s happening, or at least the higher level guards and that’s why he didn’t attempt to stop you or go with you.

It takes fifteen minutes to reach the small clearance. The night is beautiful, one day before the full moon, so she’s looking down at you, royal as ever, illuminating this space. It feels whimsical, you can taste the magic (even before meeting Wanda, you know and were familiar with it) and the forest scent, carried by the wind makes this place feel sacred for what you’re about to do.

The big rectangular pieces of rock placed all together like a barrier give the separation necessary between the land and this space. You see the smaller rocks making the circle. A “table” carved from reinforced wood in the center. Inhaling, you recite the plea in your head, asking the moon goddess to bless you tonight. It has always calmed you.

The fact that the day of your ascension will coincide with the black moon doesn’t get past you.

Entering the circle, stepping slowly you make your way towards the center. Placing all the items at the table carefully, you concentrate on your breathing.

In… Out…

In… Out.

In… Out.

Once you have everything out, you take some minutes to observe them. Hearing the leaves crunch at the entrance you don’t even take your gaze from the objects, but your hand goes to your sword. Years of training never allow you to go without it, even inside your territories.

“I thought I was meant to do this alone Madi”

You hear the steps stop before the entrance for a few seconds, hesitantly walking again.

“I was told I would find you here” her voice neutral. You lift your gaze only to see Wanda. She’s dressed in casual clothes as well, a red jacket covering her body. The night is not cold, just enough to feel fresh, but you can’t help but feel a shiver running through your body.

“Wanda” you whisper.

She walks inside the circle, just observing you. Her face gives nothing away, in fact, it looks more guarded than it was before. You fucked it up. She observes you and watches the things you have placed on the table, tilting her head but this time her frown is barely visible.

Under the moonlight, her red hair seems darker, her pale skin glowing beautifully, and, if you could (or be braver), you’ll walk to her, grab her and kiss her, or at least hug her. Neither of you moves or says anything, you can’t feel an awkward silence coming and is killing you. Wanda is quietly observing her surroundings, getting captivated by the beauty of the moon and the stars shining above her.

On any other occasion, this might even feel romantic… but it’s not.

“Why do you hate me?” You blurt out. Smooth Woods-Griffin, smooth.

This has Wanda looking at you with clear confussion writing all over her face. Her permanent frown is not in full force.

“Why would I hate you?” Her defenses are back and up. Whatever small progress you did in the afternoon it seems almost lost. After all, she’s here. How or why? You’re not sure.

Interesting question. It throws you off a little bit.

“Every time since I met you all those years ago, you run whenever you see me, you purposely avoid me and if we manage to be under close proximity, you have this frown on you, like if my bare presence gives you a headache, you don’t give me the time of the day, barely talk to me and it seems everything I do, just pisses you off… and I’ve seen you roll your eyes at me at least once.”

You say all in one breath, seeing her get more confused by the second… and then her confusion becomes anger

“Why weren’t you at our meeting point?” She says scowling at you.

Refusing to answer your question, you sigh, you can’t pressure her to answer you if she doesn’t want to. Walking around the table, you spot a few rocks closer and sit on them, patting the closes to you, an open invitation for her to sit… wait did she say “our meeting point”?

She hesitantly works towards you but sits two blocks from where you are.

“Why weren’t you at supper? If someone is avoiding someone it seems it's you” she says the last part angrier.

Wait... what?

“I…” And you don’t know how to explain things to her. You want to, oh how you want to explain everything to her, but how or from where should you start?.

Telling her that you kinda vowed to die protecting people she doesn’t know (your people and as soon as you marry her, her people as well) from a mad man and that in order to do that, you need to do some rituals beforehand and hence, that’s why you couldn’t show up to your meeting, aka leaving you drained emotionally that you asked to skip supper doesn’t convey it all… does it?

“I had to learn you wouldn’t show up from a note your mom sent to me through your sister”

So that’s what she was writing.

“I was on my way when Madi stopped me and gave me the note and I was so mad, you made a big deal to try to get me alone, then you don’t even attempt to show. I was waiting for supper so I could tell you how rude you were being…but you didn’t show up, Queen Lexa excusing you”

Wait, your mother and not your mom?

“And then, your guard or trainer, or whatever her title is, the girl with the eternal scowl on her face…?”

“Octavia?” She of course doesn’t acknowledge you.

“Orders me, well she aggressively suggested I should come here and give you this” she throws a piece of paper your way, landing a few steps away from you.

Okay, this is too much. What the hell is happening now?

Standing up, you make your way to the note. Picking it out, you instantly recognize your mom’s handwriting.

“My dear skyprisa:
I know you might have thousands of questions and I promise all of them will be answered in due time. I knew about your prior arrangement with Lady Maximoff and I purposely kept you in your room. I apologize for doing what I had to. If everything goes as I expect it does, Wanda should be there with you.

As you’ll be getting married, it’s important that you have trust and confidence in each other, so I thought that getting Wanda involved in all your rituals and preparations for your Ascension ceremony might help her to understand some of our ways. I know I would have appreciated it if I was given the same option back when your mother and I met.

Teach her about all of the Commanders before you, show her what it means to be Heda, and let her fully in. I know you doubt this union, but believe me, daughter, Lexa and I wouldn’t have agreed to it if we didn’t think it was a good match (and I don’t mean just for politics). Trust me, mom always knows best.

And don’t worry about breaking protocols for your rituals… leave your mother to me ;)

Ps- since you skipped supper, there will be food waiting for you in the kitchen when you’re done with the first ritual. Ask Wand to join you as well.

Love…
Mom”

You can help but smile. Mom indeed knows best.

“Honorable Lady Maximoff” it’s the usage of her full title that has Wanda standing up.

Her face is so guarded you feel so bad for her. All of this it’s overwhelming for you, but at least you’re at home, so you guess this must be harder for her, a foreign kingdom, foreign people (it doesn’t matter if she has her brother and Natasha here, they would leave tomorrow or the next day and she will stay here… alone).

You ask for her hand, hoping she takes a leap of faith… or another one in this case. She looks at your hand, then at you…tilting her head, she slowly takes your hand. We count the small victories, right?

With her hand in yours, you walk back to the table, letting Wanda in one side, you go to the other. Inhaling…and exhaling, you prepare to talk.

“I promise to answer all your questions honestly at the best of my abilities, ‘cause I’m sure you have many. I am sorry I wasn’t at our meeting point. Since I took a vow and after the duel, my mom had to prepare me for something, hence I couldn’t leave on time”

“Is that why you missed supper?” She still doesn’t sound convinced, but at least she’s talking to you.

“Yes and no. After the talk with my mom, I felt so emotionally drained I couldn’t fathom facing my mother or any other person for that matter”

She remains silent and you see her concentrating on something, closing her eyes, she lifts her hands and you see those red wisps appear. While her eyes remain closed you see her scowling at something, finally, she grunts frustrated, opening her eyes she looks at you. The red remains there… and for some reason, you’re not afraid, you feel safe.

“I can’t hear you!” She says exasperatedly.

You hear her sigh. Counting just like you use to do in order to calm herself.

“I don’t hate you. I just…” She sits on the floor unceremoniously and yet is the most graceful thing you have ever seen. You walk towards her and timidly sit next to her, leaving a little bit of space between you two.

Deciding to give her the time she needs, you play with the grass in front of you, just like she does.

“I can’t read your mind. I can’t hear your thoughts as much as I try” she says in a hushed tone

Uh… wait, did she say…?

“Not a lot of people know about it and I really don’t know why I should tell you this, but then again, if I’m going to be your wife, you’ll learn it eventually, so I might as well just tell you. I don’t hate you… it's just that the first time we met, I realized I couldn’t hear you. I’ve come to learn to block other’s people's thoughts, except when they’re too loud, which sometimes can be too exhausting to keep at bay, but then there’s you… with this bubbly personality and when I get close to you, I feel suddenly at peace, there’s no noise, no voices, nor thoughts… just quiet and peace. It throws me off and confuses me, I thought it was just one time but it wasn’t so no, I don’t hate you” she never looks at you, she just keeps playing with the grass, tearing some of it and breaking it into smaller pieces. You notice she’s not wearing her rings, nothing to distract her except for her current task.

“You probably think I’m crazy”

“I don’t. And I might have an explanation for why you can’t”

This has her looking and turning her body towards you.

“What do you mean?”

Inhaling and exhaling in order to calm your beating heart, you utter a really important question.

“Wanda Maximoff, would you like to learn more about Triku traditions?” You ask her while offering her your hand again.

Looking at you, her frowns finally disappear when she tilts her head and God, this girl would be the death of you with all her cuteness.

“I think I would Y/N Woods-Griffin”

She shakes your hand. Both smiled timidly.

Maybe this was your mom's plan all along. Maybe it wasn’t. But for tonight… yeah, your mothers know best.

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A Heiress in Love Pt.3

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: skyprisa = Sky Princess // Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister //Sestra = sister // Printsessa = princess Synopsis: You’re Y/N Woods-Griffin, daughter of Lexa Woods and Clarke Griffin, queens and rulers of the Triku Lands, a powerful and well know kingdom. Enter a mad king trying to “restore” the old world. In order to stop him from gaining control, your mothers decide to seek the union of their kingdom with the next powerful one, the Avengers Kingdom. Only problem? Their Heiress hates your guts. Chapter synopsis: after you break protocol, Wanda sees you in a different light. Does this mean you have now a chance to fix the hatreds she feels towards you? A/N: So I'm kinda parting away from The 100 canon and making some new rules of my own that I hope it make sense. Anyway, this is a longer chapter (gotta take advantage of my vacation time!) hope you guys enjoy it. And again this is not beta'd.

The royal introduction was a disaster thanks to your slip. Your mother wasn’t content at all with you and you couldn’t blame her. This was a big chance for your people and you make a stupid mistake like you didn’t know better.

King Anthony, bless him (you always have admired his sense of humor and the fact that he can make the best out of any situation) defused the tension and brought back the control and protocol. Before lunch, your mother gave you one of her looks, one that told you this would be dealt with later. Madi only smiled at you, not a word spoken on your way to the table.

You only hoped lunch was better.

It wasn’t.

Or that’s how you felt it.

Titus made a big fest, roasting a lamb, making all kinds of salads, and dishes. You didn’t have an idea of how many different things that man could do with potatoes until today. You are seated sandwiched between Natasha and Pietro. Wanda sat across from you between Madi and Octavia. This change in seating occurred minutes before food was brought. You wanted to ask but a look from your mom was all it took to remain silent… it’s a feeling that is not sitting well with you.

“So, future sister-in-law, what land would I rule once you marry mi sestra” Pietro asks you between bites of food. He’s taking full advantage of the apparently unlimited food.

“The land of the jokesters and foolish men” you hear Natasha scoff next to you. Honestly, you are a little bit (okay a lot) intimidated by her so hearing her liking your joke (you’re taking her scoff as something good) makes you feel elated.

“Rude. Come on future ruler, you can give me something better”

“I don’t know Piet, what about a small island in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’ll take it”

Talking with Pietro has always been easy, his goofiness making it perfect to freely talk, even if it’s just mundane things. Why can’t you talk to his sister as easy as this? You glance towards her and see that she’s not engaging in any particular conversation, Madi is busy talking with Laura, and Octavia is just observing her surroundings, clearly uninterested in mundane talk. You know she’s assessing Natasha from afar.

Your mothers are playing the host role to perfection talking animatedly with the Stark’s and Barton’s, the four of them clearly enjoying this new agreement and talking about the future, to them it looks promising. You just hope it can live up to their expectations. 

You take a little more time to observe Wanda, she doesn’t have a lot on her plate, playing with the smashed potatoes. Her eyes are looking down and, her free hand plays absentmindedly with her rings. You think she does it when she’s nervous or bored, probably both. Your watching is so intense she lifts her eyes and now she’s looking at you, her neutral face frowning once she catches your eyes. You avert it quickly so you don’t notice the small blush appearing on her cheeks.

“You know is rude to stare” you hear a husky voice next to you and for your own sake, you pretend it doesn’t affect you. You turn to see Natasha smirking, and if your mother hears you calling her by the first name even if it’s in your own mind she would be mad at you for your lack of respect.

“Sorry” you mumble and continue eating. Now you have a little frown on you and if you weren’t that busy and lost in your thoughts, you would have seen Wanda looking at you with a curious expression on her face. 

You’re about to make a comment when you see Indra enter the room and whisper something to your mother. Lexa nods and sends her away. She says something to Clarke and stands up.

“I must apologize, it seems there’s a matter at hand that requires my immediate attention, Madie, Octavia, Y/N if you please come with me” Her tone leaves no room for debate and as much as you want to stay and try to make any kind of conversation you know it should be something important if your mother is requiring Octavia’s and your presence.

“Oh, I hope is nothing grave. Should I be worried?” King Anthony (Tony as he insisted to be called) asks in a serious tone. The whole table feels silent.

“Nothing to be worried about, please feel free to finish lunch. Clarke will accompany you on your afternoon activities” Lexa says and proceeds to leave the room, two of her royal guards following her. 

Madi and Octavia are soon to follow but you take a little more time. Before standing up you feel a stare and look up to see Wanda is looking at you with an unreadable expression. You look at her, suddenly you mumble an “I’m sorry” and leave the table. You feel her gaze on you as you walk away. 

— // — // — //

When you enter your mother’s headquarters (it hasn’t been a war room for at least fifteen years) you see Lincoln and Indra explaining something to Lexa, they don’t even blink when you enter but Madi makes a sign for you to sit next to her.

“Last word was that Wallace refused Ultron’s offer but he’s adamant on gaining back some of his old territories. He launched an attack on the ice nation” Lincoln informs showing it on the hologram projected on the table.

“It wasn’t a big attack but enough to get Roan on edge and send a message to the rest of our clans”

“I see” your mother observes the map. “Indra, sent a message back telling Roan we are at the ready if he needs it. Octavia, prepare the warriors and keep them at by if necessary. Hopefully, Wallace stands back if he sees we’re presenting a united fort”

“Has Queen Regina said anything?” Octavia asks, preparing already things to take down to the warrior's quarters. 

“Yes, she also sent her support. Her armies are ready as well, hoping we don’t have to go to war”

“Let’s hope so. In the meantime, we have other things to plan. Madi can you go with Octavia? I need to speak with your sister alone”

There’s no room for any objection and you know you’re in some kind of trouble. Madi pats your shoulder before leaving. Once everybody leaves, you sit there not looking at your mother, she comes closer to you.

“Y/N I know you’re not a fool, you know what’s the situation and the stakes at hand and I need to know” she places her hand on your hand.

“Yes, mother?”

“As the next Heda in line… are you ready to lead your people and be at the front of the war?”

You know all your life if you ever ascend it to the throne that you’ll be leading all the 15 clans plus your allies. Your mother fought tooth and nail to establish a strong coalition and she’s not the leader of many lands for nothing. You never thought that if you ever lead, there would be a chance of war. Your stomach drops, a feeling of emptiness.

She’s looking at you with that unreadable look and you can’t help but remember all the times you have tried to live up to her expectations. You gulp and with the most assertive and confident voice you have, you answer her.

“I’m ready to lead my people to win, ready to protect and serve my people. Blood must not have blood unless it puts my people at risk. Attack them and you attack me.”

“Even with your own life?”

“Especially with my own life”

“Vow it”

You look at her, your mouth agape. A vow you never thought you’ll have to ever recite. 

Of course you knew it, you have studied them many times, but the words leaving your mouth suddenly gives you a feeling of doom. You hope with all your might, that if the time comes (and you hope it doesn’t) your new alliance with Stark helps you win this.

You kneel in front of her, head down and right hand on your chest.

“I vow to protect my people with my own life in order to ensure their safety and the safety of the coalition”

After you finish, you take the small blade placed in front of you. Inhaling deeply you make a slash on your hand, not deep but enough for the black blood to flow, you feel your mother’s hand on yours, her thumb tracing the cut and taking enough blood, she marks your headpiece, and then her headpiece. She then takes a piece of her sash and cuts a part of the fabric at the bottom, she places it on your hand, bandaging it carefully. 

You know it’s also a sign to indicate the vow and the new role you just took: Heda’s Second in line.

“I, Heda kom Triku accept and honor your vow”

Your mother nods and places her hands on your head asks you to stand. She looks at you tenderly before grabbing you by your shoulders and looking you straight dead in your eyes.

“Good. Now come, you have a schedule to follow and guests to entertain”

She starts heading towards the door but before leaving she stops and turns to look at you.


“I hope that whatever was what had you distracted today doesn’t repeat. Don’t disappoint me again”

She turns out and leaves without waiting for you. You stand there for a few seconds, the horrid sensation on your stomach. 

Disappoint me… again. 

Those three words feel like a punch to your stomach, the sensation of having a hole in the base of it. You feel the sting of tears in your eyes, you clench your jaw and breath before leaving the room, crying won’t do you any good.

When you finally leave, your mother is nowhere to be seen, you think she probably went with Indra or Octavia to check on the plans or something. You start walking back to the dining room but you know the meeting took longer than you thought. You ask a guard you encounter where your mom and Wanda’s courtship are at the moment. He informs you they’re walking outside in the gardens, thanking him you redirect your way.

But the words your mother spoke don’t leave your mind. You know she has really high standards you need to meet, and, in some ways, you feel that she’s always comparing you to Madi, and you can’t help but feel sad. You love your mother and you have no doubts she loves you as well, but sometimes, her words cut deeper. 

You feel a tear escape your eye, your hand angrily drying it. If your mom and guests are in the gardens, it would be nearly impossible to know exactly which part of it, so you stop. Feeling lost in your own castle you decide to just go and wait for them at the entrance. 

But your mind is still running a mile per minute, you can’t help but keep replaying those words and at the same time thinking about how you can get Wanda alone so you can at least talk to her. Protocols and manners be damned. 

You figured that maybe if you ask her to meet you for a beverage before dinner you could talk a little bit. With the new idea, you head to your chambers and look for Echo, asking her to help you with your little plan, making her promise not to say a word to your mothers. She eyes your hand and sees Lexa’s red sash around it and you can’t help but hide it behind your back. Echo doesn’t say anything but promises to help you out. You know there’s a high risk they know about your plan but you can only hope they let it pass, seeing as it would be out of hours, you know their schedule so you are for a fact sure it would be on their free time.

Once that is settled you start walking again towards the entrance only to crash against Octavia, her arms helping you to keep your balance.

“Little Heda, I was looking out for you”

“Why?”

“Training time”

Right, you have forgotten about it. She takes you by the shoulders leading you to your room to change or at least take the coat and sash out. She helps you with it and you leave. If she notices your crystallized eyes, the blood on your headpiece, and Lexa’s sash around your hand she doesn’t comment on it. 

You tell her that you hoped to get a free pass since your guests were here too which she only replied that there was a threat to war plus Duchess Romanoff wants to watch the training.

Why the fuck not? If you were dreading the training before, now you’re less than excited to go. You just hope Wanda might be there and maybe try to impress it with your abilities.

She’s not there. 

You ask casually or as casually as you can (which is nothing at all) where she might be. Natasha smirks and smiles like a Cheshire Cat, telling you she was feeling tired after the day's travels and went to take a nap. The rest of her party is off who knows where with your mothers playing good hosts. King Anthony probably tiring your mother’s ear out about the new technologies, Raven probably would have loved him.

Octavia sets some new courses for you to train, getting some warriors as well into the simulation so you can have some real hand-to-hand combat. You have the suspicion Tavia wants to impress Natasha as well, since it’s a known fact that the Duchess is highly skilled in combat, refusing to conform to social standards.

Whatsoever you’re a little bit distracted and the injury in your hand is stinging which makes you miss a few easy targets, plus you have been going at hand to hand combats for an hour already, so you’re starting to feel tired and emotionally drained. This result has Octavia pushing you harder than normal, especially after she knocked you down three times in a row. Just as you’re getting up Madi enters the training room and takes Octavia’s place.

She eyes your hand but it doesn’t comment on it. In fact, she pushes the training swords harder on your chest. You’re honestly fed up with everybody around you. She asks Octavia to stop the simulation. Octavia wants to protest but Madie just looks at her. Finally, she lets Madi into the arena.

“Defeat me” she spats the words at you.

And honestly, that’s such a stupid thing to say, in all your years you have never defeated Madi with a sword. Hand-to-hand combat yes, but with a sword never. You eye her trying to get a feeling out of it, maybe she’s joking but she gives you nothing.

Natasha has come closer to look, standing now next to Octavia, you barely hear her whisper about what’s about to happen. The atmosphere around you gets tense.

“Defeat me,” she says again.

Now, all the soldiers are forming a circle around you. It has been a while since they have seen you both train, but this is different, Madi’s energy is charged and you try to read her. You take the sword and stand in position.

As soon as you do that she charges straight towards you, barely giving you the time to block her hit. You eye her but she’s already charging back. You don’t register what’s happening around but you hear the exciting voices of the soldiers, trying to cheer both of you. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you kinda see Pietro next to Natasha, cheering you on and waving his hands like a cheerleader, enough for you to get distracted and get disarmed knocked down by the hit and kicks Madi gives you. You can tell by the pain in your chest, that she’s not taking any consideration, she’s going tougher on you. 

“Get. Up” she says circling you.

You do. You dust yourself and grab the sword again but your hand is aching, you switch hands, hoping to perform better with the left one. While you’re taking your fighting stance again you see Wanda next to Pietro, a piece of paper in her hand. THE piece of paper you gave Echo and you know at least she got the invitation.

Okey. 

One thing at lead is going according to plan. Time to show your future wife what you’re made of. You think maybe that’s why she’s going rough on you, to help you impress her, but her next movements aim literally to “kill you” (if it wasn’t for the fact that you know these swords aren’t sharp enough to injure) makes you rethink everything.

“Defeat. Me. HEDA” she says with clenched teeth.

And with that word everything makes sense. 

You know she knows you took the vow, you know she’s angry for that. In fact, this makes you angrier, she refused the throne, so she has no right to be mad about it. You charge at her with all your strength, blocking her hits as well. You have trained many years at her side before she left, you study her movements trying to anticipate them, and now you’re matching her up, head to head. Maybe is all the adrenaline of the day finally catching up with you.

If she connects one hit, you connect one, she blocks, you block, she kicks and you jump, you have never been able to match her like this, but then again, you have never been this angry at her and had never had Wanda around to show yourself. The arena is silent now, everybody caught up that this was not just a training match, this was a challenge issued by Octavia’s former second in command. The heiress that quit her place to be the next Heda.

The importance of this fight is not lost on them. You barely hear Octavia’s explanation to your guests. But at this time, it doesn’t matter about impressing Wanda anymore. This is about you earning your place, showing the soldiers you can lead them… and for Madie to do this? You want nothing more but to yell at her.

See? There’s a funny thing when everybody around you pushes you to the limits, you’re one comment away from exploding. 

Disappoint me…again

The voice of your mother resounds loud and clear in your head, pushing you to the limit. You have earned your place and you’ll be damn if they try to steal it from you. So you take the sword with your right hand, the pain increasing ten times, you know you’re bleeding again, as you feel the damp sash against your palm. You couldn’t care less.

As soon as you stand in position you charge against her, this time trying a different combination of movements, some of them you haven’t used against a real person, only on the training dummies. This throws Madi out and you use this advantage to connect a few kicks and punches as well, she easily blocks them.

Finally, you do a combination of going left and changing directions once you see her trying to block that hit, aiming now at the hand grading the sword and connecting, making her drop it, moving fast you bring her to her knees, you can see the fury behind her eyes. You place the tip of the sword against her neck. 

You hear someone gasp.

“Surrender,” you say in a whisper, sweat dripping from your forehead, you know your face must be a mess. The sweat probably ruined the eye makeup and might have washed the blood from your headpiece.

“I concede. Congratulations… Heda” Madi says and her voice carries no emotion, her eyes not showing pride or happiness, in fact, her eyes are so guarded you don’t know how to feel about it.

“What the hell is all of this commotion?” You hear your mother’s voice through the arena. You turn to face her and see your mom and the rest of your guests next to her. Your mom looks at you with worry. Behind her, you see Echo, and your stomach drops. 

You look out for Wanda but her expression is one of curiosity, her apparent eternal front still in pace, and before you can do anything Clint goes to her side. Natasha tries to go to you but Octavia stops her. Pietro tries to gain your attention but you avoid him completely.

“I asked a question”

If there’s something that makes Lexa mad is the lack of responses. Instead of the lecture you were expecting, she surprises you by walking closer to you…

And slaps you.

You swallow hard. You can feel the tears forming in your eyes and the pain on your cheek but refuse to cry. 

You look at her and all the love and respect you feel suddenly leaves and you feel betrayed. 

“I asked you to follow protocol, especially during this time and next I know you’re organizing an unsupervised meeting with your betrothed and challenging your sister?”

You remain silent.

“Heda, with all due respect, Hainofi Y/N didn’t issue the challenge” you turn to see Octavia stepping towards your mother. 

Lexa diverts her eyes from you toward her. Not a word is spoken.

“Is that true Madi?” She asks your sister with incredulity and such gentleness you can’t help but laugh at the irony. Lexa looks at you like you had lost your mind and maybe you have.

Before anything else can be said, bless King Stark for interrupting the moment.

“As much as I would love to see this awkward family moment and learn more about your traditions, I think is getting a little bit late and my lovely wife and I should head to sleep soon if we plan to rise early tomorrow. After all, we need to head back to prepare things in our lands before returning for the lovely wedding I’m sure Wands and Y/N will have” and it’s his stupid comment the one that breaks the tension… since it’s probably around 5 or 6 on the afternoon.

Pietro soon follows his lead

“Of course, it has been an amazing but tiresome day. Maybe Queen Griffin can show us the way back and probably tell me where the kitchens are?”

“I apologize. Of course. Echo please show Count Barton, King, and Queen Stark the way back. They should rest before supper. Octavia, please escort Duchess Romanoff and Lady Wanda to their chambers”

“I’ll escort them” you hear yourself say but before you can even attempt to walk Lexa grabs your arm.

“Octavia will escort them”   You look at your mother without saying anything, apparently, today is the day of stares. Shaking slightly your head you murmur a soft fine before taking your arm out of her grasp. 

Octavia is not done yet though.

“Heda, if I may, I think it’s important for Heidoni Y/N to spend some time with Lady Maximoff in order for them to get acquaintance with each other, especially due to recent events and developing news,” Octavia tells Lexa. She has always been one of the persons to get head to head with Lexa, the other being your mom. She, like her, can call Lexa on her shit and get away with it (mostly).

You expect your mother to refuse, but something in her softens when she sees you and only nods her head before telling Madi to accompany you as well.

“Octavia, a word” is the final thing you heard her say before they leave. 

During all this time you didn't notice the warriors going away nor the other guests leaving with their respective handlers. It’s only when you turn to see Wanda and Natasha that you notice you’re the only four left in the room.

You hear Madi pat her clothes and you turn to look at her, anger still lingering. Sensing the pain in your hand you remember you still have the sword, looking at her you throw it at her feet.

“I’m done competing against you”

“You think I did this for a competition?!”

“Why else would you issue a Heda challenge if not for this?!”

You raise your voice just like her. Honestly, you just want to be left alone or at the least have some time with Wanda, but the universe is loving playing with you today.

“Because you took the vow you stupid!” Madie emphasizes each word with a finger jabbing at your chest.

The room goes silent or as silent, as it can get, seeing that neither Wanda nor Natasha had issued a word since. 

“You took the vow strisis” the last words a whisper, she then suddenly launches at you, her arms hugging you tighter than the day she arrived. 

And now her attitude makes sense. She wasn’t angry at you because you were going to be Heda, she was angry you took the vow to protect the coalition with your life. 

She had hoped that even if war broke, you could avoid the conflict, avoid being at the front lines, seeing as you were the little sister and wouldn’t had ascend to the throne yet, even if you married Maximoff beforehand, because for you to ascend, the current Heda would need to die.

But now it was impossible for you to step aside, you had been marked and you had vowed on it. 

As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, your headpiece will change, indicating your new status as Heda’s second. Everybody in your lands would already know just by seeing Lexa’s sash around your hand and your blood on your headpiece.

And this has been such a tiresome and stressed day that as soon as she hugs you, your tears run down freely. By now, you know you have made a complete fool in front of Wanda and any chance you might have to change her impression of you is gone down the drain. 

“Sorry to interrupt but by the way that was freaking awesome. Y/N you’ll need to teach me those moves”

Natasha’s voice breaks the moment and Madi is the first to separate from the hug, she looks at you now with love and sorrow. You sniff and laugh at the same time. Bless these people and their imperfect perfect timing to defuse a situation.

“Yeah of course Duchess Romanoff”

She waves her hand dismissing the title. You like her already.

“Please, call me Natasha when your mothers aren’t around”

You smile, just a few hours and she has picked on the strict side your mother has. You look one last time at Madi and give her a smile. She surprises you by giving you a small hug.

“Now, I believe my little sister has an unsupervised commitment here with Lady Maximoff?”

Natasha not so discreetly coughs something closer to “first date” but you don’t want to get your expectations up.

Right. 

You hoped that wouldn’t be mentioned again. This has been a disastrous day already, plus you’re sweaty, bloody, tired, and your face and hair are probably a mess, not exactly a “first date” presentation.

“Uh… I understand if she doesn’t want to go, I mean, it was a spur of the moment, it’s not on their agenda, and-“

“I wouldn’t mind” you hear Wanda’s voice and is the most angelical thing you have ever heard. You turn to look at her so fast your neck probably got whiplash.

“Are you sure?” You timidly ask and as you take a few steps closer to her, your heart beating so fast, you can’t help but think that this is the longest you two have actually talked. You pray whoever is up there to let you hear her voice more often.

“I am,” she says while looking straight into your eyes and you’re so sure she can see your soul. She tilts her head a little in confusion, frowning. You have come to love that small frown though. And as soon as she speaks those words you smile, a smile that reaches your eyes and makes your chest happy.

“Y/N?” You hear Madi call you. Not wanting to take your eyes from Wanda but also not wanting to disrespect your sister you turn to look at her. Forgetting for a moment all the emotions you’ve had during the day, the physical stress you put your body through the challenge and training, not feeding it properly and the little blood loss you suffered, it’s not a surprise you get dizzy. 

“Whoa”

You feel a pair of hands holding your waist, steading your body, feeling a shock through your body, a warm sensation filling you. Turning your head you expect to see Madi for some odd reason (you’ll later know she nor Natasha were that close to you in order to catch you on time) and are surprised to see Wanda. This close you notice the exact tone of her green eyes, a shade lighter than your mother’s, she’s a little bit shorter than you, not more than an inch, her scent (something floral, like jasmine) hits your nose and you can’t help but inhale it. You swore you see some red wisps around you but you can’t be sure.

“I think you need to rest” it’s her sweet voice the one that has you trying to stand tall. Breathing in and out just like Octavia showed you, you try to get some sort of control over your body. A chance to get Wanda alone again after today might be hard to get, so you wouldn’t want to pass this.

“No, no. I’m okay. I just probably need to eat”

“And get a bath, it wouldn’t be a bad idea… Henofi” Madi’s sweet voice reaches your ears. You nod.

“Can I still see you?” you direct your words in a plea to Wanda

You don’t know what were you expecting but the small chuckle you receive from Wanda is enough to get you weak on the knees and you would be damned if you won’t try again to hear that sound.

“She will be there” Is Natasha the one replying. You frown but don’t comment on it. Wanda takes her hands from your waist, seeing as you sort of have recovered your balance. 

You extend your hand, trying to make Wanda shake on it and it’s when she sees the damp sash, black stains covering most of the red. You flinch with the movement.

“Your hand” her worry is evident in her voice. She tries to take it but you recoil from her touch.

Not a lot of people outside Triku territory and the coalition know about the special type your mother, sister and you have. There aren’t many like you, not after that fateful attack at night years ago that killed most of them. You’re not ashamed of your blood but aren’t sure how Wanda could possibly react to it, there was a girl running after she discovered this.

Madi senses this and tries to go to you but Natasha stops her, nodding to just look. 

“I…” you tried but fail miserably trying to explain. 

“Please, let me look. I promise I won’t run” and seriously? it’s as if she just read your mind. Deciding that, if you two are meant to marry, you’ll have to learn to trust her and vice versa, plus you’re trying to get to know her, escaping from her won’t do any good.

You let her get close now, extending your trembling hand towards her. Wanda gently takes it and delicately starts unwrapping the sash, since there was nothing between the cut and the sash, and with all the new blood pouring, the fabric got a little bit stuck to the wound. 

Flinching, you grunt, wrenching your teeth to mask the pain.

“I’m sorry,” she says sincerely.

Finally, she undoes the bandage and observes your wound. The blood has stopped coming out, but the black drops can still be seen in some parts, where others have started to dry. She tentatively tries to reach but thinks better of it, fingers stopping closer. You examine her face, gauging her reaction.

“Your blood…?”

“It’s black, yeah”

She looks at you, her adorable frown present. She studies it for a moment, tilting her head, and observing it. She passes her hand above it.

Madi takes a step closer, ready in case something goes bad, making Natasha get closer as well.

“Why?”

“Genetic trait, created to resist the radiation that plagued my mother's native land, it’s called natblida, night blood in English” you explain to her, choosing carefully your words, it’s the easiest and shortest version.

Wanda observes it and you observe her. Her gaze goes from your hand to your eyes. You feel her searching for something, you don’t attempt to blink…or breath.

She closes her eyes, suddenly feeling a warm sensation on your hand, you take your eyes from her and towards your hand, seeing red wisps coming from her hand. After a few seconds she opens her eyes again, you watch her with your lips parted, noticing not for the first time, that they go from red to their usual green.

Unconsciously you lick your lips, your mouth suddenly dry, noticing her eyes catch it and follow the whole movement.

“You have magic” you barely whisper but in the quiet room, you must as well have screamed it.

Madi comes closer after hearing your words, taking your hand from her grasp and inspecting the now closed wound. She looks at Wanda and then at Natasha, having a silent talk with her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could be as good as she is at reading people.

“You know you’ll need to keep the sash for a few more days right?” Maddi says after whatever she and Natasha communicated.

“But is all bloodied and dirty”

“Mother probably sent to your chambers freshly red fabric already”

At the mention of your mother, you can’t help but lower your gaze, frowning. You feel conflicted at the moment with her. Madi notices this, same as Wanda and Natasha, and not wanting to interrupt more than what they already have, give you a little bit of space. 

Madi lifts your chin.

“You know she loves you right?”

“Yeah”

“Okey. Now, you had a long day, and is not over yet, so I suggest we go so you can take a bath and hurry your ass back to take Wanda on your date”

A quiet and shy chorus of "is not a date" from you and Wanda has both Madi and Natasha laughing. Madi gently pushes you towards the entrance and you turn to look at Wanda. Her expression is softer now but still remains naturally guarded. She looks at you, mouthing an “I’ll be there”, walking past you with Natasha on her trail, when she passes next to you she winks and gives you a thumbs up.

Madi and you leave the training area, you’re silently walking, a small smile on your face, you can’t help but feel giddy. Already planning where to take Wanda after tonight. Finally, you feel things are getting better.

That’s it until you arrive at your room and see your mom Clarke waiting for you.

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