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❤️Fallen Star - Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader (she/they pronouns)❤️ Marvel canon divergence

Ch 1 ❤️Chapter 10❤️Ch 11

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Summary: You don’t remember much of what happened during the experiments, or before them honestly. Your mind seems to be protecting you from that somehow. You’ve been on your own for a year now and you can’t recall what normal life used to be like. Now, everything is mixed up and you’ve somehow been taken in by a group that calls themselves the Avengers. It’s a good situation, but it still has its challenges. However, you don’t expect the quiet girl that never talks to you but is always around for some strange reason to be one of those challenges. -❤️- (y/n is a former HYDRA experiment that was assumed to be a failure when she encountered the mind stone, but what HYDRA didn’t realize was that they were given the ability to morph her inner being into the form of light, aiding in her accidental escape. Now, after a year of running from people who had no clue they should be looking for her, y/n has been taken in by the Avengers.)

Warnings: cannon complacent violence, guns, explosions, death

Word Count: 4,391

A/N: And after yet another month+ long break from writing a chapter, we're back! This was one I was both excited about and dreading writing because I wanted to get it right. but anyway, it's time for the civil war era, which is one of my favorites and I intend for it to be quite angsty, so buckle up (also I finished and I'm posting this around 3:30 in the morning, so please ignore mistakes for now.) As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! ❤️

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Months had passed by faster than you would have expected. You'd started spending more and more time at Wanda’s side, so much so that the others had begun to notice. Wanda would confide in you more often than not and you took the time to listen to whatever fuzzy thoughts she needed to expel with a warm presence. In turn, Wanda continued trying to help you regain the memory of your former life. But recently, you'd begun to seek her out simply for her company.

Some afternoons you'd spar together in the gym, or you'd relax in Wanda's room, watching an old television show together or just talking into the night. Now, however, you were lounging together in your room. Wanda had been dozing on and off after a long session of morning training with Steve. She currently buried her face in one of your pillows with both arms wrapped around it, her breath moving in and out of her parted lips. You let her rest and flipped through a book Natasha had suggested you read. It was an old murder mystery, which wouldn’t normally be your thing, yet you found it quite interesting this time.

You had to look up from your book when you heard a chuckle. Wanda had left the door wide open when she’d come in and flopped beside you, and you hadn’t bothered to get up and shut it. So now, looking up, your eyes meet an amused pair of blue. You scowled your brow, despite the smile that tugged at your lips as you shut your book.

“She seems comfortable,” Pietro leaned against the frame of your opened door, arms crossed in front of him.

“Shouldn’t you also be in bed, Piet?” you asked, arching a brow. Wanda had been updating you regularly about his condition and by your understanding, he had only been cleared for supervised activity. A walk along to your room didn’t seem to fit that definition. He shook his head and laughed lowly.

“Wanda worries about me too much,” he sighed and turned his gaze to her at your side, smiling fondly. “You know I’m older, right?” he asked, looking your way again. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“You have mentioned that at least once before,” the Socovian snorted, continuing to smile. “How’s the recovery coming along?”

“I would have thought Wanda would keep you posted?”

“She has, but I want to know what you think,” he tilted his head with a curious hum, then sighed after a beat.

“Yaknow, I’m feeling better. I can walk and eat. I feel ready to take care of myself. But sleepy over there…” he paused, watching Wanda again. “She worries,” you nodded with him, eyes glancing down at her as well. She sighed against the pillow, holding it ever so tighter as she took in a long breath. She appeared to be smiling and you couldn’t help but wonder what she might be dreaming about.

“It’s just what she’s used to, I guess,” he sighed again, running a hand through his hair, which had gotten considerably longer since his accident. “And I hate that she’s gotten so good at it,”

“It’s in her nature,” you murmured, looking back up at him. “When we had our little run-in, she was so worried about hurting me and she didn’t even know me yet,” you mused fondly.

“Now she’d helped me recover what I lost. Not because she has to, but she wants me to have that back, I guess,” Pietro sighed again and nodded.

“Wanda values those better parts of our childhood. She wants you to have that too,” he paused, chuckling. “She talks about you a lot,” you blinked, surprised by the comment, only he turned his attention back to Wanda before you ask what he meant. The redhead began to stretch beside you, crunching her face as she reached her arms forward. Her fingertips blindly brushed against your arm as she did so, but you made no motion to notice. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting yours as you smiled her way.

“Hi,” you said, failing to suppress the grin forming on your lips. She of course did not incline that her brother was just by the door and you knew she wasn’t going to be as pleased as Pietro was.

“Hi,” she managed, her voice groggy as she snuggled up with the pillow again as her eyes began to focus after blinking slowly. It took her a second to recall where she was and when she looked up at you again, the faintest pink tinted her cheeks. She sat up promptly, scooting a space away from you as she cleared her throat. “Sorry, I didn't mean to -” she started till her eyes caught her brothers.

“Pietro! You’re not meant to be up,” she began to scramble off of the bed, marching toward him with outstretched hands. The taller twin began to laugh as she pestered him with questions. “You can’t be walking around without supervision! What if you fall-” Pietro laughed as she began to shove him from the door.

“I told you!” you called from your seat as he began to walk away with her.

“I didn’t wanna wake you, Wan. You looked so cozy,” he said with a bright grin as Wanda’s scowl grew into something made up of embarrassment rather than just her initial annoyance. She glanced at you only for a second and you gave her a tiny wave before forcefully shoving her brother down the hall and back to his room.

“Bye Pietro!” you called, craning your neck to peek out of the door from your bed. You leaned back into your bed, taking up your book again in your lap, but you couldn’t quite seem to get back into it. Instead, you kept thinking about what Pietro had said.

“‘She talks about you a lot,’” repeated in your head and you couldn’t contain the smile that formed on your lips. Only when you realized, you groaned, flopping on your back and covering your face with your hands as you bit the inside of your cheek. All this time with Wanda had started to make you feel different.

You knew what it could be, but you weren't going to admit it. Not to yourself and certainly not to her. Besides, what if it was just a silly, fleeting thing that you got over? Or what if she didn’t feel that way- Your bumbling thoughts were interrupted by a chime from your wall.

“Good afternoon, Miss y/n. Natasha and Steve have called for a meeting in the briefing room. You will be there in 5 minutes,” you arched a brow in confusion, sitting up to check if Friday had been right. Sure enough, briefing room, five minutes. You sighed and got out of bed, stretching as you walked out of your room and shut the door behind you.

-*-

“Alright, the gist of it is that we have a lead on Rumlow,” Steve explained as Natasha pulled up a photo on the room's big screen. You sat at the table with Wanda and Sam, but Vision didn’t seem to be attending. “Now we’re not sure what he’s after. Some chatter says he’s planning to hit the police station in Logos, but again, we’re not certain about anything,” you raised your hand and he nodded towards you.

“Was Rumlow that guy that you kind of…” you paused, gesturing with your hand “dropped a building on, for lack of a better term,” Steve took in a breath through his nose and scratched the bow above his lip.

“Yep. indeed he was. Thank you for the reminded, y/n,” he finished, turning back to the presentation. Wanda, who sat just diagonally across the table from you made a face and you shrugged. “Wanda, you’ll be running visuals with Natasha while Sam and y/n are our eyes in the sky,” you glanced Wanda’s way instinctively, then back at Steve without another word.

“We’re leaving now. Whatever’s happening is going down in the morning and we’ll make it just in time so go suit up,” he dismissed you with a wave of his hand. You got up promptly

“Will Vision be coming?” Wanda asked and you stalled at the door, waiting for her to catch up.

“No. we figured he’d stand out just a touch,” Natasha interjected as Steve left the room. “Stealth is the priority here,” Wanda nodded then left with you without another word about it.

“Why’d you ask about Vision?” you interrupted the silence as you walked with her when curiosity got the better of you. She shrugged as you turned down the hall to the compound elevators and pushed the down button.

“Just curious maybe,” she looked up at the blinking numbers above the elevator. You watched her carefully, trying to catch something you could be missing. “We haven’t had a full team mission yet. I thought maybe this could be it,” she stepped into the open elevator as she finished talking. You hadn’t noticed the doors open, you were so focused on her. You rode down in silence beside her, leaning your lower back on the wall as you snuck glances at her. She’d taken out her phone and was typing quickly. Assumedly texting Pietro to let him know what was up, you guessed.

“Have you been to Africa?” Wanda asked just as the doors opened up.

“Hm?” You hummed then shook your head. “No, I haven’t. At least I don't think I have,” you said with a slightly smug smile, enjoying your one joke about your memory loss just a little bit. Wanda’s eyes widened slightly and she shied away, a slight flush coming over her complexion again.

“Sorry. That must have slipped my mind…” she mumbled, walking with you to the gear room. You laughed and shook your head.

“It was funny! Don’t worry about it,” you assured her with another shiny smile. “But no, I not sure if I’ve been or not,” you pulled the door open, gesturing for her to go in before you. Sam was practically ready to go and was sat fidgeting with some of Redwing’s code before heading out.

“Move it, bird brain!” you called in a joking manner as you walked in behind Wanda, the door shutting with a quiet clock. Sam arched a brow with a lopsided smile as he tisked. He finished with Redwing and tucked him away, making a face as he passed you and you in turn stuck your tongue out at him.

“Nice, y/n. Very mature,” he called as he pushed the doors open with his back.

“Says the guy who started it!” you yelled back. You heard Wanda chuckle from her locker and you turned to see her shaking her head. “What?” you asked, though you smiled, knowing what she was probably going to say.

“You’re never mature with him,” she commented, pulling out some of the more “undercover” attire she suspected she might need given her surveillance assignment.

“Yeah, I know. But Sam’s hardly serious,” Wanda hummed, moving to a more secluded changing room to get dressed. “Don’t forget the baseball cap!” you called to her as she left. You heard her chuckle under her breath and imagined her shaking her head again.

-*-

You landed in Lagos when it was still dark and Steve ran down the plan once more for you. Around five, you moved into your positions. Steve was hidden in a hotel room that overlooked the police station while Wanda and Natasha took up seats at a small cafe just across the way. You sat with Sam on the roof of a taller building, also facing the station.

“All right, what do you see?” Steve asked over coms, his question targeted Wanda. While this was a very real mission, Nat and Steve had professed that this would also be treated as a team-building exercise of sorts for the three of you. You watched Wanda from above, though her face was obscured by an umbrella as well as the hat, which she’d worn per your suggestion.

“Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It’s a good target,” Wanda observed.

“There’s an ATM in the south corner, which means…” Steve was stalling, wanting Wanda to come up with the answer herself rather than telling her.

“Cameras,” right on the money.

“Both cross streets are one way”

“So, compromised escape routes”

“Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out,” he stalled in his breath, considering possibilities. “You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute”

“It's also bulletproof,” Natasha interjected, “which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.”

“You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?” you had to refrain from laughing over coms. Sam noticed and shook his head with a smirk as your smile turned to a scowl at the sight of him.

“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature,” Natasha added. You could see her sipping her coffee and imagine her eyes shifting behind her sunglasses.

“Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?” Sam asked upper coms. Now it was his turn to shoot you a grin. You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back to the street.

“Not to my face,” you could hear the smirk Natasha was keeping concealed in her voice. “Why? Did you hear something?”

“Eyes on target, folks,” Steve interrupted now, ceasing the conversation altogether and focusing up once more. “This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him,”

“If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us,” you nudged Sam’s shoulder, getting him to knock it off when strange movement on the street caught your attention along with Sam’s

“Sam, see that garbage truck?” you exchanged a mutual look with Sam and nodded “Tag it,” doing as he was instructed, Sam released Redwing from his back with the click of a button. The little camera robot hovered for a moment before it was flown down to provide visuals of the truck. You leaned close to Sam to get a better look from your perch.

“Give me X-ray,” with a click of a few buttons, you watched as he grimaced.

“That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed” Sam turned to you and you nodded. You both knew it was time to get going, so Sam started up his thrusters and you got your powers working, warming them up for a quick getaway.

“It’s a battering ram,” Natasha added with a breath.

“Go now,”

“Why?” you heard Wanda ask as you all began moving.

“He’s not hitting the police.'' With Steve’s order, you jump into action with Sam, both diving to the ground with you at the front in a move you'd been practicing for some time now. Just before you hit the ground, you reached up and Sam grabbed your hands. Normally, he would have strained himself flying like this, but strangely, when you activated your powers, they helped you both grip on to one another, making the move possible in short inclinations.

Moving quickly, he managed to turn around and sort of launch you into the air in a corkscrew motion to give you an added boost. Unlike Wanda, you couldn’t quite support yourself in the air with your powers. So ratchet than flying, you'd learned to use your powers like a jump boost of sorts, which helped run across spread-out roofs like you were now. And Sam’s help gave you some additional air that you wouldn’t have been able to get otherwise.

Sam ducked back into the city once he knew you'd had been set up to get hold of Steve and you kept running towards the scene. You could see the truck speeding up now and it Tapppeared to be heading for a building with writing that reads “Institute of Infectious Disease” on the outside. Your stomach dropped with a familiar kind of dread for what they might be after.

You arrived a little late and watched as Steve was launched from the air, similarly to how you had been, and began sparing with men on the ground. You made your way to the roof with the familiar clanging and wooshing of the Captain's shield echoing below you. You landed on a bridge-like part of the roof with one last boosted jump and skid across the gravel lining, alerting the two men with rather large guns to your existence.

“Hello boys,” you said with a smug smile. Guns began to click and with a pound of your fist into your open palm, you manifested a sparkling gold shield in front of you. You charged forward, bullets rickshaw till you fully ran and slid across the roof and between the two men, getting behind them long enough to knock one off his feet. You worked to deflect the other one’s attacks till you hit him square in the chest with an extra powered punch.

“Body armor, AR-15s. I make seven hostiles,” Steve said over crackling coms. Sam appeared on the roof as you continued to fight the first of the men. You could hear the other one begin to get up but didn’t have the time to worry as Sam handled him. Hitting your attacker square in the jaw as well as with an uppercut to the ribs seemed to do the job and you turned to Sam with sweat trickling down your brow. You moved over to him and gave him a knuckle bump as he nodded with a heaving breath.

“I make 5,” Sam said over coms.

“We make 5,” you clarified, moving on to the next wave below. You stopped before jumping down and looked up for the familiar sound of Wanda’s magic as she flew overhead, landing on the main level as she left a red pulse in her wake. She quickly manifested a shield similar to your own (which you'd helped her learn), blocking a barrage of bullets till she could grab her attacker and fling him backward with her magic.

“Sam,” she called and your partner flew down, knocking into the flying guy with his wing and slamming him to the ground.

“Four,” he said as he walked off.

“Do you need to count!” you called just before jumping from the roof, cushioning your landing with a pulse of your magic that kept you on your feet. With the outer ground floor secured you had a moment to breathe and did a short jog over to Wanda. You grabbed her shoulder gently and smiled. “Hey, you alright,” she nodded with a quick smile of her own and you gave her a curt nod, squeezing her shoulder just before turning back to the mission. Looking up you saw Redwing scanning the building and taking a headcount of the remaining hostels in the area.

“Rumlow’s on the third floor,” he reported when the drone had finished up. Steve nodded and turned to Wanda, looking right in her eye to assure her attention.

“Wanda, just like we practiced,” He barked as he walked, pointing at her as he looked up at the building.

“What about the gas?” the Sakovian asked from beside you.

“Get it out,” Steve’s fast-paced walk turned into a sprint as he jumped onto the roof of one of the parked trucks. You watched as Wanda strained, using much of her efforts to lift Steve quite high and guide him through one of the large windows that walled off the third floor. once he was through, another wave of hostels moved in from where the truck had crashed.

“I’m covering you!” you yelled as gunfire rang out, pressing your back to Wanda as you made ye another shield, only bigger to cover the both of you. Wanda leaned her back on you as she focused on moving the gas, using you as a way to physically relieve some of the pressure from using her magic so much. Periodically you managed to send a blast into one of the men shooting when they got too close, but your effort was primarily working to keep both Wanda and her shield up.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon,” you heard Steve over the coms ad Wanda dispersed the gas into the air.

“I’m on it,” Nat’s voice rang out now. You kept an ear out for anything of pertinent importance or orders over the coms but focused your attention on Wanda. She’d keeled over, hands on her knees as she worked to keep her breath regulated. You came up beside her gently, tentatively rubbing circles in her back with your palm.

“Hey, talk to me,” you murmured. “You ok?” you asked. She nodded, eventually standing fully as she caught her breath. She smiled at you, though it appeared weak as her chest continued to rise and fall at a pace that felt to fact.

“Let’s take it easy,” explosions began to ring out from behind the building and Steve sounded over coms again.

“Sam. He's in an AFV heading north” Wanda turned to you, reaching out her hands. You shook her head, knowing what she was trying to do, but she relented, grabbing your hands and wrapping them around her shoulders. With little to no warning, she pushed off the ground and you had no choice but to hold onto her tight. She focused her energy to round her feet and in her right hand as her left came up to wrap around your waist, pressing you close as she flew you in the same direction as same.

“Wanda, this in no way taking it easy!” you yelped over the rushing air around you. Wanda only laughed in response and you could feel it reverberate in her chest with the proximity between you both. You held on a little tighter after that.

“I got four, they're splitting up” you heard Sam yell in person rather than over the coms from his perch on a tin roof as you landed in the market with Wanda. Bistanderds scattered from your landing spot and you promptly apologized as Wanda continued, dragging you along in the chase.

“I got the two on the left” you spotted Natasha running over the hoods of taxies down a different street of the market. As you moved inward, you watched Steve do the same till he dove into a crowd.

“They ditched their gear,” he started. You stopped running for a moment with Wanda to listen. “It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload” you didn’t see it, but you heard the explosion followed by the collective screaming from marketgoers as Steve was attacked. Wanda tried pulling you through, but with the sudden divulgence into chaos, it was difficult to get any kind of opening. Especially since you were going in the opposite direction of practically everyone else.

“We need to get to Steve!” Wanda insisted as she continued to try and move. She went to try and fly you both again, but you pushed her fist down, stopping her for the moment.

“You're tired, Wanda. We’ll make it, just give it a moment,” She stared into your eyes as people swarmed around you but gave in with a nod. You took the lead this time, guiding her through the frantic crowd to the clearing that appeared to be forming around Steve.

You pushed forward, trying to get some kind of visual. When you did, you realized he was soloing with Rumlow and you felt your heart sink. You moved faster, shouldering and elbowing your want though as anxiety began to pulse through your throat. The realization that you could be too late didn’t hit you till you skidded to the edge of the crowd, finally in earshot of the scene.

Rumlow smiled menacingly up at Steve, who had a frozen look on his face as if he had just seen a ghost. His face was coiled and burned from their previous encounter and you stood, petrified as he spoke, your grip on Wanda’s hand tightening as your eyes widened.

“He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’” his grin curled as his brows furrowed in a crazed delight. “And you're coming with me,” you noticed the bomb vest too late, only when he pulled out the trigger.

“Steve!” you screeched, beginning to move forward as there was a burst of orange light around Rumlow only to be forced to the dusty ground by Wanda’s hands as she reached out in front of her. Steve turned in a mixture of amazement and horror, similar to your expression as Wanda began to contort her hands and arms, groaning at the strain of heaping the explosion contained between the walls of her magic till Rumlow was shot into the air. Only she couldn’t hold it long enough.

He exploded right beside the windows of an office building, multiple stories high. Wanda knelt to the ground, the hand covering her face moving to her mouth in horror realizing what she had done. Steve stared wide eyes up at what was now a burning hole and slowly reached for his earpiece.

“Sam… We need… Fire and Rescue… on the south side of the building. We gotta get up there…” he asked between panting breaths. You remained frozen in place due to shock and the rushing adrenalin that pounded in your ears. Wanda practically collapsed to the ground, tears burning her eyes as she swallowed a sob.

Only that shook you from the frozen staring and you moved. You practically fell again as you scrambled to your feet, your suit dirtied by the sandy ground as you took her into your arms. You wrapped one arm over her chest, the other over her head as she began to cry. Sirens began to blare in the distance, honing in on the three of you. But all you heard was the mingling of Wanda’s trembling cries and your shaking, hushed whispers as you tried to soothe her. You went as far as obstructing her view of the damage as you promised her that it was a mistake.

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chokemewanda · 2 years

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900 Followers!

Thank you to each and every one of you who have followed this blog. I know it’s been tough going these last few months. College sucks most of my energy out of me along with my job but now it’s summer and I’m free!

To celebrate this milestone I will be publishing one fic a day and my requests are open for drabble/blurb prompts!

In the running for the next seven days we have:

The next two parts of Chances the B.Barnes college au

Precious - Mob!Steve x Plus sized!reader

Honey - Mob!Bucky x Plus sized!reader companion to Precious

Partition - Bruce Banner smut

A Natasha angst piece

New Rules - Steve Rogers smut

And any requests I get for the next seven days!

Thank you again to every single one of you. Tagging some mutuals who might be interested x

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aphrodite-made-me-write-it · 2 years

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12 Days of Holiday Fics

Day One: How to Win Natasha Romanoff (With Eggnog)

(A/N) OMG! So, my silence has been for a reason. I really like the holiday season, so I’ve been writing fics! Small ones, really. Like 2 pages long, but they’re cute and I thought it would be fun to post one for every day until December 24! Upon Christmas, I’ll be posting a present :) This ‘series’ is just a buncha lil oneshots with my fav marvel ladies idk but one of them is a pre-gift! Some are smut, most aren’t, they’ll be tagged appropriately. Anyway, I love eggnog, here’s a fic about how much I love eggnog and hot women.

(A/N P2) also holy fucking shitballs yall i’m over 1000 followers! that’s nuts. thanks for gifting me with your eyes and your beautiful minds!

Rating: G (General Audience, open for all!)

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption; Nat being a lil shit; R just wants her crush to like her; Brief mention of the death of a relative; Brief mention of criminal activity; Light Plot; Light Fluff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Synopsis: You take a mission during the holidays with the one Avenger that doesn’t seem to like you very much: Natasha Romanoff. What happens next is your plan to get her to not hate you.

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Natasha isn’t a holiday person. At least, not proudly. She’s had too many bad ones in her life, and while she tries to put herself in that festive mood, nothing quite suits her the way that sitting in front of a fireplace with a glass of eggnog does. This is her ideal holiday tradition, no matter how many parties the Avengers drag her to.

This year, unfortunately, she can’t even be forced into an ugly sweater party. The mission was very last-minute, and since she’s basically always on call, Natasha was one of two poor souls condemned to suffer this season. Extra unfortunately, the person accompanying her was you.

You’re not sure what you did to Natasha to make her dislike you. You were cocky, sure, but you weren’t nearly as bad as Tony. You might not always follow her orders, but sometimes you had a golden opportunity, so why should you hesitate? You’re not even the type to worry this much about not being liked but there’s something extremely nagging about not being liked by Natasha.

She’s just so smart and cool and pretty- and, fine, maybe you’ve got a teeny tiny crush on her. How could you not? Who doesn’t?

But she, apparently, hates your guts.

You don’t celebrate the holidays as often as you used to as a kid. You just don’t have time for them, but you do try to visit your family around this time of year. You mostly accepted the mission because your grandmother passed recently and it just doesn’t feel right without her. You don’t deal well with grief, and you don’t want to be a bummer.

So the mission was meant to be a distraction. Something to pass the time.

You’re nearly at your breaking point day four of your little stakeout. You moved into the property across from some alien posing as a human to run a rather sizeable crime ring. Smuggling, trafficking, drugs, domestic terrorism - you name it, this scumbag has done it. His house is unimposing, complete with a ditzy blonde as his ‘wife’ - no record of such marriage exists - and a white picket fence. It’s weird.

You and Natasha are also pretending to be married. Got the fat diamond rings on your fingers to prove it, too. (Tony prefers authenticity.) She’s a damn good actress, too, because the way she looks at you when you’re out and about is enough to make you forget this is all an act. (Or maybe you’re just letting your own stupid feelings get in the way of perceiving hers.)

Maybe it’s because she’s been too quiet around the house and too touchy out in public. You’re just gonna go nuts if you don’t do something nice for her, maybe get her to warm up to you a little bit. So, you ask the only person you can think of asking for advice.

“She hates surprises.” Is the first thing Clint tells you.

Bypassing this warning, you ask him what she likes to do during the holiday season.

“She likes eggnog,” he doesn’t hide his disgust in his voice. “And sitting around a fireplace.”

Perfect.

You wait until she goes out for groceries to commence your plan. You slip out to buy eggnog as fast as you possibly can, turning on one of those cheesy fireplace footage shows on a random streaming service. And you wait. And you wait. And wait.

It’s nerve-wracking.

What if she hates it?

What if this backfires, and she ends up hating you more?

The keys in the lock make your hair stand on end.

Natasha nudges open the door. You quickly pour a glass of eggnog over ice as she steps into the living room. She calls out your name in confusion, eyeing the fireplace on the TV as she locks the door again.

You join her with two glasses in your hands. You freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when she looks at you. “Um- it’s, uh, y’know… the season, and all.”

She stares at you in silence for far too long. You can’t read her expression, but the longer she looks at you the more heated your body feels and the less confident you become in this sudden stroke of genius. Finally, she approaches you, and you realize there’s something shining in her eyes. Was she going to cry?

“Thank you,” she murmurs, voice softer than you’ve ever heard it within these walls.

“It’s our first holiday season together as a married couple, isn’t it?” You attempt to joke as she takes one of the offered glasses.

“Shame there’s no mistletoe,” her comment stuns you into silence as she sips her eggnog with a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We could pretend?” you suggest, voice at least an octave higher than usual.

One of Natasha’s eyebrows arches. “Is that your way of saying you want to kiss me?”

Your blush worsens. “N-no! Don’t be ridiculous.”

Another sip, and a look of guilt crosses her face. “You really didn’t have to do all this for me. I haven’t exactly been warm and cozy with you.”

You wave your hand in the air absently. “It’s fine, Nat. Really.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s not fair to you.” She turns to look over her shoulder, out the front window that faces your less-than-neighborly neighbors. When she faces you again, she sighs. “I’m not good at this whole apologizing thing.”

“So let’s skip to the kiss and make up part?” You joke, having already forgotten the mistletoe comment.

Natasha, however, has not. She smirks, suddenly seeming very predatory. Your face is feeling warm again. “So this really was all a ploy to get me to kiss you.”

“We kiss all the time! We’re married, remember?” You point to your ring finger. “Why would I-”

She cuts you off by pressing her lips to yours. By now, you’ve kissed her at least a dozen times since you started your stakeout and you’re never prepared for just how damn good she is at it. Or maybe Natasha just has that way of making your brain turn completely and utterly to mush.

When she pulls away, she clinks her glass against yours again with a wink.

“Happy holidays, (Y/L/N).”

This woman is going to be the death of you.

(Not that you’re complaining.)

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roger-that-cap · 3 years

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I know you didn’t just come for one of my faves anon 😑 say it with your chest and off anon next time if ur gonna be rude abt it. People have real LIVES outside of this app I’m not sure if you’re aware of that fact.

On top of writing do you know how painstaking the editing process alone is? Not to mention god knows what else these beautiful writers are going through in their day to day lives as well. I get it’s frustrating not seeing one of your favorite fanfics get finished but there are real ppl behind these screens and their mental health and responsibilities of their personal lives comes first.

Fanfic is a GIFT to this community not a transaction we are owed nothing as readers! Be patient and positive like the rest of us and maybe we’ll get more content! But dragging down a writer anonymously when they’re giving their all for FREE at that, would only motivate me to write less if I were them tbh

omg ily 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you’re such a sweetheart. thank you!

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caws5749 · 3 years

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HI! Ive been reading every single one of your fics all day today and im absolutely obsessed. Its so hard to find quality natasha x reader fics in this fandom :( Im absolutely begging you to write a long oneshot or maybe fanfic of the reader getting injured or having a near death experience and natasha and the rest of the team have to deal with the after effects and ptsd, something super super angsty pls. also can i be added to your tag list? :)

hiii! Im so touched! Im glad you like them! If you want some recommendations, I know some fabulous authors for more reading :) I’m really sorry but my requests are currently closed; I'll be opening them probably within a month or so, so if you want to hang onto this request, id be happy to write it when I open my requests back up! And while I did have a taglist, tbh I don’t use it anymore, I don’t want to say yes and then never remember to tag you haha!

#Madison speaks #answered #blog: blackxwidowsxwife #we have what we have when we queue it

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mionemymind · 23 days

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Never Enough

Summary: The aftermath of Wanda cheating on Y/n.

A/n: Felt inspired after watching a bomb ass movie :) Gif credits to the wonderful @dreamlonelywolf

Warnings: Cheating with Vision, Cursing, Pure Angst, No Happy Ending, No Part Two

Word Count: 471

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“What can I do to fix this? Please - I know I messed up. Please let me fix this.” It was a pathetic sight to see Wanda beg Y/n as the two quietly argued in the parking lot. Many onlookers were nearby. Y/n already felt embarrassed enough by her wife. She didn’t need the judgment of others.

But as more people passed, it felt like everyone within a mile vicinity knew. They all knew that Wanda cheated. Everyone did besides her.

“Don’t act like you want to fix this now, Wanda. You got caught - again. Grow the fuck up.” Y/n shoved her bag at the back seat and slammed the door shut.

Wanda stepped in front of Y/n, using her body to block the driver’s side door. She instinctively reached out to grab Y/n’s hand. “Don’t.”

Y/n backed up slightly, hands away from Wanda’s reach. “I want you out of my fucking life, Wanda. Don’t fucking text me, call me, or reach out. I’m getting a fucking divorce and that’s the last you’ll ever see of me.”

“Please - just let me talk-“

“Talk about what?! How you keep going back to him?! How this is the third fucking time you’ve got caught?! How nothing I will ever do make you fully love me?!” Getting into Wanda’s face, the red head could feel the anger dripping out of Y/n. The vein in her neck could practically burst at how mad she was.

“If that’s what you want to hear so fucking badly, then save it. I’m tired of all the lies. You want him? Have at it. I could care less anymore.” Taking off her ring, Y/n shoved it into Wanda’s hand causing the girl to stumble back in shock.

Using this opportunity, Y/n got into her car and locked the door immediately. Wanda tried a couple times to get it opened but failed. She tapped on the window, trying her best to get Y/n’s attention.

“I love you,” Wanda whispered, but the blank stare that Y/n held terrified Wanda. This was the point of no return. This was the last time she’ll ever see Y/n. And that scared her.

“I’m staying at Emma’s. I won’t bother getting my shit. You can have it.” Wanda’s jaw clenched at the mention of the blonde. Someone she knew had such a strong love for Y/n. Wanda scoffed and shook her head.

“Fine - go to her like you always do.” Finally looking Wanda in the eye, Y/n showed no emotion, having gone completely numb at the memory of Vision fucking Wanda.

“Don’t patronize me, Wanda. I don’t need two people to feel complete. But clearly you do.” Not waiting for her response, Y/n drove off forever out of Wanda’s life.

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mr-m-murdock · 1 year

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I ABSOLUTELY ADORE OPF. AMAZING SERIES, CAN'T WAIT FOR MORE.

Ps. Any chance of a slightly jealous Natasha?

It's always reader who is the jealous one.

mine

| natasha x reader | only pretty faces |

warnings: jealousy? societal assimilation? misuse of a prompt for a pillow fight? sorry anon. (But if you want better jealous!natasha, go see fuck around and find out)

a/n: platonic!kate bishop x reader. natasha being dumb

"No, no, you cross your hands over for the first one," Kate says, pushing your wrists this way and that. "Look." She positions your hands palm up and pats them back and forth with her own.

"Okay," you say. Your legs are beginning to cramp. "Start again."

"Okay, sure," Kate says. She claps and you copy. She reaches out a palm, you flatten yours against hers and then you slip your fingers in between hers and grab hold before she can slip away again. The looks of shock, confusion, disappointment and careful amusement crossing her face in quick succession crack your serious expression and you can't help it: you burst out laughing.

Kate yanks her hand away, half-giggling. "Stop messing with me!" she protests.

"But it's funny," you say, your laughs giving in to little hiccups. "Let's play Super Mario again-"

"No, you beat me every time-"

"Please, Kate, please this is soooo boring," you groan.

"I'm giving you your preschool education!" Kate protests.

"I have two Master's degrees," you say, fixing her with a stare.

"Yeah, but you don't know how to play pattycake."

"You're a pattycake. Turn the TV on."

"You are so rude," Kate says, grabbing a pillow and swatting you gently with it. You raise your eyebrows at her.

"You are going to start a war you can't win, Bishop," you warn. Kate just giggles and swats you again. "Alright, that's it." You shove at her, toppling her to the carpet, grab the couch seat cushion, and begin to bludgeon her over the head with it. Shaking with laughter, Kate can do nothing but take it.

"Hey." You pause, the couch cushion poised to deliver a last blow. Kate pants on the floor. Natalia is standing over you, looking sharply curious. "What's going on?"

"She refused to play Mario with me," you grumble. Natalia's shoulders shift somewhat.

"Oh," she says. Like you've relieved her. "Right. Well, you brough it on yourself, Bishop."

"Eirgh," Kate groans.

Natalia touches your cheek, almost absentmindedly, then moves your hair behind your ear. "Don't have too much fun," she says, too lightly. Then she moves away, slow.

"That was weird," you say when she's gone. Then you shrug and bring the cushion down on Kate's shoulders, to squeals and weak protests.

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natsarrownecklacx · 2 years

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Taken Part Two Update

Okay guys part two has been edited and update, finally. I’ve already begun editing for part three so that will be out soon aswell :)

Taken Part Two

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#Taken part two #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #avengers x pregnant!reader #natasha romanoff x pregnant!reader #Taken #Taken update #Sorry this took so long #i suck i know #Taken part two update

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marvels-writings · 2 years

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Hoodies

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist

Requested by Anon: Natasha and reader walking into the common room with each others hoodies on. and reader saying “SO THATS WHERE MY HOODIE WENT??” and then Natasha is like “SAYS YOU. IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT HOODIE FOR DAYS.” fluffy please 😭

Word Count: 413 (short and fluffy)

A/N: Honestly this was such a cute request to write, didn’t know how to make it longer so settled for the short and sweet bit ;)

Cold danced along your bare forearms as you rummaged through your closet. It wasn't the lack of warm clothes worsening your cold state, rather your stubbornness to wear one hoodie in particular. Somehow, it had disappeared off the face of the Earth. Grumbling at your inability to find it even after half an hour, you spotted one of Natasha's hoodies.

A small smile on your face, you quickly pulled it over your head. The felt on the inside was worn, the smell of her perfume was still strong as ever. Pulling the hood over your head, you tightened the hoodie strings before leaving your room in search of food. You didn't think you were going to find your hoodie today, might as well try to look for it with a full stomach.

Your hands fidgeted in the hoodie pockets as you headed into the kitchen, brainstorming ideas on what to cook. Before you could open the fridge, you heard Natasha walk into the room with a loud greeting. Smiling, you turned to face her, your jaw-dropping when you saw what she wore.

"So that's where my hoodie went!" You shouted, grinning because you knew you couldn't be mad when she looked like that. The hoodie was a little too big on her, hanging over the shorts she wore and encompassing her hands which were tucked into the pockets. The hood was pulled on her head, the strings pulled down to keep it there, red strands escaping the sides.

To your surprise, Natasha wore a similar expression. Her eyes raked over your figure before settling on your choice of hoodies. An eyebrow raised in apprehension as she stepped forward. you involuntarily took a step back, remembering that you'd stollen this hoodie without her knowledge weeks ago.

"Says you," She drawled with a smirk, "I've been looking for that one for days."

You grinned, tucking your hands in your pockets as she walked towards you. Her hands slipped around your waist, tugging you closer to her, a mischievous smirk on her face. A gasp left you when you felt her cold hands on yours. She'd burrowed into your hoodie pocket, trying to keep her hands warm with yours.

"Still not warm enough?" You joked, your breath hitching when she leaned forwards. Her nose innocently nuzzled against yours, her touch leaving goosebumps down your spine. Her fingers idly drew patterns on the back of her hand, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

"Never."

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mviswidow · 3 years

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i can’t live without you

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: r was injured, cursing

Prompt: Can you pls do a Nat x reader fic where reader gets severely almost fatally injured in a mission with Steve and when they get back to the compound Natasha shows her vulnerable side at the thought of almost losing the reader - @blackxwidowsxwife

“Tell me she'll be okay,” Natasha said, almost yelling over the phone.

“She’s still alive.” “That’s not what I fucking said, Steve. Will she live?”

Natasha sprinted her way through the compound when she saw the quinjet arriving, making it outside while the ramp had finished lowering and Steve was walking out, carrying you in his arms.

Tears were streaming down her face as she reached you and touched your face with shaking hands while in a state of vulnerability so little people had seen her in, she could probably count them on one hand.

“Nat, let’s go, we need to get her inside,” Steve said gently, and Natasha took her hand off her face but refused to look away from you.

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You groaned in pain as you gained awareness of your surroundings and though your eyes were closed, the brightness of the lights above you was irritating.

There was pressure on one of your hands and you could hear noises but you were too distraught to make sense of anything yet, so you brought your other hand up to your brow and did your best to open your eyes, blinking quickly.

The first thing you saw was Natasha looking at you intently with searching eyes and her hand in yours, tears pooling in her eyes.

You squeezed her hand gently, “Hi, Natty.”

Her lips pressed together and she shut her eyes, dropping her head down to press a kiss to the back of your hand that was in hers before sniffling.

“Hey, baby, I’m okay,” You frowned and brushed her hair out of her face when she lifted it up.

You pulled her hand up to your lips and kissed her knuckles, “Please say something.” You said, lips brushing against her fingers.

“Sorry, I just don’t want to cry,” Nat shook her head, voice shaky.

You gave her a look and half heartedly smiled, “Don’t be sorry, I know it’s stressful.”

“I know you know,” She chuckled dryly and sighed, looking at the dried blood on your face and the bandage that was wrapped diagonally around one side of your chest.

“Lay with me,” You pleaded quietly, and pouted when she gave you a wary look. “It’s fine, I’ll be careful, you won’t hurt me, Nat.”

Natasha wordlessly helped you move over a bit to give her space and settled into your uninjured side, letting you wrap your arm around her.

After a few minutes of neither of you speaking, she turned a bit so she could look up at you and rested her hand on your chest, “Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart-”

“Y/n/n,” She said sternly, and clearly your answer wasn’t satisfying her.

“It hurts a little, yes.”

“Fuck, I forgot to get Dr Cho- I was suppossed to let her know when you woke up,” Nat said in a panicky voice while sitting up.

You grabbed her hand before she could get out of her reach, “Natty, I know it stresses you out when I get hurt but I’m here now. I’m okay, I promise. I’ll be better soon.”

A shaky breath escaped her as tears welled in her eyes and she brought the hand you weren’t holding up to her head, trying to calm herself.

“Look at me,” You said gently, squeezing her hand to get her attention. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? You can relax now, babe. I’ll even let you smother me with all of your affection and care until I’m better if that makes you feel better.”

Natasha smiled softly and nodded, wiping her face and squeezing your hand back before leaving to find Dr Cho.

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Later that night, you laid in bed, waiting for Natasha to get back to the room you shared. Dr Cho had put you on bedrest until further notice so you were stuck eating in your room and Nat was washing the dishes and getting water before returning to you.

When either of you got hurt, the other never took it well. Neither of you were very good at coping, that much was clear. You got closed off and bitchy when Natasha was hurt and she got very anxious and paranoid when you were hurt, as if you’d die while she was in training for an hour or while she was showering.

Upon returning, you heard her let out a sigh of relief to see that you were still fine and you made grabby hands, which made her smile softly and cuddle into your side. You weren’t allowed to cuddle into her like you usually did because of your arm but you thoroughly enjoyed when she held onto you.

Your fingers danced along her spine up and down for a few minutes and you felt your heart swell because of how lucky you felt to have Natasha.

“Do you know how much I love you?” You asked, looking down at Nat in adoration which made her blush a bit.

“I could go for a reminder.”

You chuckled, “I love you more than anything in this world, Natty. I really don’t know what I would do without you and I wouldn’t rather spend my life with anyone else.”

“God, I love you so much,” She groaned into your shoulder before placing a kiss on it. “No one has ever treated me the way you do. I can’t live without you.”

“I don’t think I could live without you either,” You said sincerely, rubbing her back and wishing you could lean down and kiss her without hurting yourself. “Remember what you told me when I first told you that I love you?”

Nat rolled her eyes, “Love is for children.”

You hummed in response with a cocky smile, “How’s that going for you?”

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aphrodite-made-me-write-it · 3 years

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Everything Stays

Part Four: Love, Lust, Prophecy

(A/N) Hey I’m alive! Sorry I’m just out of it. Got a new tattoo and I am back to normal(ish)? Work is killing me :D s/o to the anon who gave me the idea of vampire r freaking out over what we’ve done to fruits and veggies over the century. alskdfj i will throw in several mentions of this from here on out

♫ ♫ ♫

Rating: M (This Chapter, E Later)

Warnings: French Slander (Sorry), maybe some smooching, heavy themes of heaven/hell/demons, lovable succubus influencing bad decisions

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Vampire!Helsing!Reader

Chapter Word Count: 4,092

Total Word Count: 18,972

Synopsis: You and Natasha follow up on the lead in France and fall victim to the influence of a tricky demon.

| i | ii | iii | iv | coming soon |

“I hate France,” you mumble for maybe the hundredth or so time since you arrived in Paris. Natasha snorts, rolling her eyes at you. Somebody knocks into your shoulder, only further irritating you. “And I hate the French.”

“Don’t be mean,” Natasha scolds, looping her arm through yours.

The streets of Paris haven’t changed much. Well, no, they’ve changed a lot, but it’s still easier to navigate than a lot of Europe. Missing a few big wars will do that to the layout of any country, but at least the French have upholded their ever-stubborn hold on ancient traditions. (Or, at least, the ones that don’t involve monarchy.)

“Can’t believe they’re keeping that eyesore,” you comment, scowling at the tower in the distance.

“The Eiffel Tower is, like, the symbol of France, now.” Natasha smirks at you. “It’s actually considered romantic, these days.”

“What’s so romantic about a fancy capital A?”

Natasha scoffs incredulously, placing a hand over her chest as if in shock. “Maybe you just have to be there to understand it.”

“Please, Miss World Wonder, show me your ways.”

Natasha’s laughter is free; the most relaxed you’ve seen her in a long while. She’s always so tense - as tense as used to be, when your world didn’t revolve around a prophecy - but since you’ve left the states she’s loosened up ever so slightly. Maybe it’s because it’s just the two of you, and a world full of strangers.

It’s a wonderful glimpse into that part of her, but it’s only a glimpse.

“After the ballet.” She tuts, not breaking her stride.

“I still don’t understand why we have to go.” You sigh. “I love the dancers, but it’s so-”

“I learned ballet, long ago,” Natasha hums, almost wistfully. There’s a bit of pain in the tightness of her smile. “Even danced as Odette for a job once.”

You arch an eyebrow at her curiously. “Oh.” Your eyes dart down to her legs. Yeah. That explains a lot. “So that’s why your legs are so nice.”

Natasha, to your delight, blushes. “You like my legs, of all things?”

“I’m not some lowly man, Natasha. I have standards.” You huff dramatically.

“What, so you don’t like my tits?”

“I never said that.”

“Uh-huh. Now who has to keep it in their pants?”

It’s jarring to think that apparently much of your life has been predestined, and you can’t help but wonder if that means you were meant to meet Natasha, too. It’s a distant thought, but a nagging one.

“You must have been good at it, is what I meant,” you clear your throat but Natasha doesn’t look convinced in the slightest. “My mother always wanted me to involve myself in the arts, but it was always obvious that I wanted nothing more than to be like my brother.” You chuckle at the memory. “It was quite scandalous of me to wear trousers all the time.”

Natasha lets out a soft laugh. “You sound like you were a real rebel.”

“Who said anything about ‘were’?” You open the door of the theatre for her, giving a playful wink as she steps through the threshold.

Yes, you think as Natasha looks over her shoulder at you, you are indeed in deep shit. Maybe it’s just the way she smiles at you, her green eyes sparkling with the dazzling lights of the lobby, but you swear there’s something shifting between you. Unstoppable, unpredictable. You find yourself wanting to throw yourself into the unknown.

“Come on, rebel girl,” Natasha pulls your arm expectantly. “We’ve got a ballet to watch.”

According to SHIELD, your target is going to be attending tonight. You aren’t meant to approach her, but if you can get a read on her and figure out what she is, you can better prepare for the ‘ball’ she’s throwing. (She’s got to be centuries old to still be using that term, even in France.)

You find your seats easily enough, Natasha looking a little eager. It’s unbearably cute how excited she seems for this. Does she miss dancing, you wonder? You’ve missed out on a lot, but you know some of the basics at least. A good waltz or two.

The ballet begins, and your world feels like it’s curving in on itself. The crest of a wave, ready to crash around you. You can’t tear your gaze from Natasha - though you do try. Her features just look so soft in this light, her expressions more vibrant and readable than you’ve ever seen before.

Here, Natasha is an open book, and you’re an avid reader starving to memorize each and every line in her pages. The way her lips will curl up or down, eyebrows twitching with every little shift of mouth movement. It’s making you feel lightheaded, dizzy.

Natasha glances at you out of the corner of your eye. You wish you could look away, but your eyes are glued to her even as she faces you with a smirk that says, ‘caught you’. It takes all of your willpower not to connect your lips then and there, but she turns back to the ballet with a dark blush on her cheeks and a heart hammering so loudly you can hear it as clearly as the music.

When intermission comes, Natasha pulls you aside in the hallway and your head is just starting to clear up.

“Are you okay?” She asks, looking genuinely concerned. “Did we pack enough, um- y’know, food?”

You blink away the last tendrils of fog. “Yeah, I-” you stop yourself. What the hell are you going to say? ’I just got caught up staring at you because you’re gorgeous and I’m a walking nightmare?’ Nope, not acceptable. Not even a little bit. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

“You’re sure you aren’t hungry?” She presses.

You clear your throat. “Yeah, I’m fine. Really. No need to get all steamed up about it.”

Natasha’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t press the matter any further.

The rest of the performances follow much the same way. You end up thinking about Natasha the whole time and, no matter how hard you try to fight it, you end up looking at her like some kind of nutcase. Your relief only comes with the intermissions, but Natasha doesn’t seem to have noticed your gawking or if she does she doesn’t call you out on it again.

At last, the evening comes to an end and you still haven’t located the woman you’re looking for. Natasha looks just as disappointed, but hides it well and convinces you to follow her to the Eiffel Tower.

There’s something breathtaking about it. You can’t quite explain it. It isn’t just the stupid tower or the stupidly gorgeous view below. If you came here alone, it would just be another stupid tower with another stupid view, but with her…

When you were alive, you never had a moment like this. Where the world doesn’t feel like it’s seconds away from ending. Moments where it’s just you and this person - this wonderful, understanding person - on top of the world.

“I think I get it, now,” you admit when a particularly bitter gust of wind causes Natasha to huddle closer to your side. “It is just a little bit romantic up here.”

“I’m never wrong,” Natasha hums. You’re not sure how she managed to slip under your arm, but you aren’t complaining. It’s unbelievably nice to hold her like this. You feel like this is all some strange dream. Will you wake up, back in your tomb, waiting for the apocalypse?

“Except when you try to get warm by cuddling up to a walking icicle.” You huff, shrugging your jacket off to give to her. “Or are you just collecting my jackets?”

“A good girl never spills her secrets,” Natasha winks, resuming her comfortable position once the jacket is properly around her shoulders. You keep an arm around the fluffy lump that Natasha has become, a warmth spreading through you like midsummer.

This is dangerous. you’re dangerous. She should be terrified of you - disgusted by you. But here she is, cuddled against your side like a satisfied cat like you don’t have the ability to drain her of her blood in a few short seconds.

I shouldn’t be letting this happen.

But you are.

(You were always a little selfish, though, weren’t you?)

- - - - -

“Jesus, what a weird dresscode,” Natasha comments, turning around to look in the mirror. The bathroom is small, so you’re a little too close for comfort. Then, there’s the added bonus of the singular bed because of course the one time Tony isn’t in charge of booking a room you’re stuck in this hole of a place.

“Supernaturals are a bit on the dramatic side, in case you couldn’t tell.” You slip the masquerade mask around her face, grinning at the effect of it. You’d bought it when she wasn’t paying attention; a sleek, silvery mask that resembled a swan. It goes remarkably well with the black material of her dress, the smooth black loosening into almost wistful grey at the bottom. She’s a summer night, and you’re helpless to those stars. “And who doesn’t love a themed party?”

“Well, let’s hope these at least give you more cover than last time. Don’t want you to be recognized again.” Natasha finishes the last touches of your makeup, grinning to herself. She reaches out with her thumb to rub at your bottom lip, probably to wipe away some lipstick, but lingers just a touch longer than necessary. She takes a step back, as if to clear her mind from your presence, and grins. “You look fantastic.”

“Not as good as you,” you tell her, eyeing yourself up in the mirror. “I don’t even recognize myself.”

“That’s a good thing, remember?”

Your dress is a deep, deep purple that shimmers under certain lighting. Your mask resembles a butterfly’s wings, intricate glittered patterns exaggerating the beautiful features. Because both of your gowns trail to your feet, you and Natasha holstered weapons beneath the skirts. You made sure she had a stake on her, just in case, as well as whatever else she wanted to use.

Before leaving, you feed on one of the blood pouches that you’ve been regularly provided. They started keeping them in solid black bags, except for the few times Tony Stark managed to put some strange label on them. ‘Capri-Sun’ claimed to be some sort of ‘all-natural’ juice, but apparently they come in pouches like this. What sort of natural juice comes in a fucking pouch?

Futhermore, the amount of fruit and vegetables you don’t recognize is fundamentally alarming. What the absolute hell did they do to bananas and why? And watermelons, too! You make a mental note to ask Natasha what the fuck is happening to the natural food sources when you finally pull up to the building the masquerade is being held in.

It’s some sort of hall that’s definitely rented out regularly by the rich and snobby. The architecture is beautiful and ornate, though you expect nothing less from the elite of Europe. Some things never change.

The rest of the attendees are as extravagantly dressed as you’d predicted. You keep an arm around Natasha as you lead her through to the main area, where bodies are pressed together and happily mingling.

“Most of them are business owners and politicians,” Natasha notes quietly. “From all over.”

“How can you tell?” You snort. “You can’t even see their faces.”

“Wouldn’t that be the point of a masquerade?” She questions. “If the paps happened to get wind, they’d have a hard time getting a real scandal out of it.”

“You’ve got a point,” you hum.

Something itches in the back of your mind. The sense that a supernatural is here, lurking, and it makes your skin crawl. Natasha stiffens a little, her eyes focusing straight ahead. You follow her gaze to where two marble staircases meet, a huge statue between them. You stop dead in your tracks, a familiar cold rush running through your entire body.

Depictions of her all over the world vary, but there’s a consistent factor: her beauty. The statue is so life-like in its details, you almost thought it was REAL. The veil, the robes that drape across her curvy features like water. Her face is hidden, but you can see her smile from here. A wicked smile, barely containing extended fangs. One hand is outstretched with an apple in her palm; the other rests at her side, just beside a dagger barely concealed by the rest of her robe.

“Nat,” you murmur. “That’s-”

“The Maiden of Death,” an unfamiliar voice makes you nearly jump. It’s a friendly looking man, definitely human by the smell of him. He has a very faint accent, though you can’t place where it’s from. “Commissioned by Lady Elana herself.” His mask is a fox, or something similar to it. The scarlet of the mask matches his tie, and he looks just a little bit out of place amidst the rest of the dramatically decorated guests.

“She’s fond of the occult, then?” You inquire, trying to sound casual despite the sickening feeling twisting in your gut.

“What?” The man blinks. “Oh, I suppose it appears rather dark. I’ve heard she’s fond of ancient history, so I wouldn’t be surprised if she found an interest in mythology.”

You grit your teeth together. If this man is going to be useless, you have no time to listen to him.

“Is she here now?” Natasha asks, her tone oddly flirtatious.

“The Lady likes to make her presence known once the guests have all arrived,” he explains. “You know how she is.”

“Yeah,” you tighten your grip around Natasha just a little bit, not hiding your displeased expression. “I think they’ve brought out the champagne.”

Natasha gives you a sly smirk, but nods, following you through the crowd until you’ve reached the large serving table. Sure enough, the champagne is out and you hastily hand a fluke to Natasha. The redhead eyes you questioningly, and then flicks her gaze to the statue. The table is closer to it, allowing a perfect view of the exposed smirk of the Goddess.

“Is that the one who…?” Natasha asks quietly, audible only to your ears. You nod subtly, sipping your own champagne with a scowl. Eating and drinking just isn’t fun when you feel no satisfaction from it. “So, I guess the odds of this person being a friend are…”

“Slim to none,” you confirm softly, looping your arm back with hers. A wave of emotion has suddenly overcome you, just as it had at the ballet. This time, though, it’s so intense you have to stop yourself from pulling the redhead into you. You force yourself to take another sip, the orchestra beginning to play a familiar jaunty tune.

“I feel like I went back in time,” Natasha jokes as the partygoers begin to flit around the dance floor.

You hum, watching the way her lips press against the glass, her throat bobbing as she swallows. You notice you aren’t the only one watching - men always look at Natasha like that. It definitely bothered you before but it was easy to hide it; at the moment, though, all you can think about is mine.

“Do you want to dance?” You ask, hoping you sound less annoyed than you feel.

Natasha, puzzled but blushing slightly, nods. You finish your drinks and you lead her onto the dancefloor with an odd determination. You can’t quite control yourself, thoughts consumed only by Natasha. You definitely hadn’t had enough alcohol to be this impaired - especially as a vampire - and Natasha was far from a lightweight, but if you didn’t know any better, you’d say her gaze was just the faintest bit cloudy.

Once you’re able to put your arms around her, you’re lost to the rising storm beneath the surface of your skin. It’s unsettling without the drum of a heartbeat, but your slowed beat quickens noticeably. Natasha seems to have a bit more awareness, her fingers toying with the enchanted ring as she keeps her arms around your neck. Your hands at her waist, you guide her through what few slow dances you remember without making it look too obvious that you’re fighting the urge to capture her lips with your own.

A powerful scent hits your nose, sweet and floral. Roses and wildflowers, a summer afternoon. And suddenly you’re drowning in Natasha. Her pupils are dilated, her own heart leaping into action as you mindlessly lead her away from the main hall and towards a sectioned off hallway.

You push Natasha against a stone column with a little too much force, but she doesn’t seem to mind. Her legs wrap around your waist easily, your lips clashing together with such force and passion you’re dizzy for a moment. Her lips are softer than you’d imagined them to be, warm and wet and welcoming as you deepen the kiss by shoving your masks aside and plunging your tongue into her mouth.

You swallow her quiet noises eagerly, relishing in the desire flooding through the both of you. Her hips grind hard against you, your hands pushing the skirt of her dress up and up and-

Wait.

With a shock, you realize that cloudiness has faded. You’re still horny as hell, and this is definitely something you’d like to continue, but the force that had made you lose yourself into the feeling has loosened its grip on your mind.

Natasha stiffens, taking a sharp breath. Your name leaves her swollen lips in a rasped whisper.

“Lady Elana is a succubus,” you murmur.

A delighted cackle makes your skin crawl. You set Natasha down before facing the unearthly beautiful woman standing in the archway separating this section from the rest of the building. She’s gorgeous - velvet-smooth voice, naturally plump lips and curves. The more popularized version of the ideal woman, at this point in time.

“I was wondering when you would figure it out, sweet thing,” she croons, taking a step towards you. Her dress is long, a train behind it and everything. She still manages to walk with grace and confidence, like you were any normal party guests and this was a regular conversation. Of course, this is neither of those things. “Though I shouldn’t be surprised you can’t tell the difference between your own carnal desires and your… influenced ones.”

“Enough of your games,” you snarl, showing your fangs in a dangerous smirk. “We didn’t come here to be toyed with like puppets.”

She rolls her eyes, placing a hand on her hip and pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Please,” she scoffs. “You needed the push. You’re the most powerful vampire and you can’t even let go of your own human idiocy-”

“Wait, stop,” you interrupt. “What are you talking about?”

Her eyes widen. “Tally-kins told me you were nearly helpless but I hadn’t realized-”

“Do all supernatural creatures talk in riddles?” Natasha asks.

You snort. “Practically-”

“I also didn’t realize she was serious about your… pet.” She eyes Natasha curiously, but there’s a dangerous smile on her face that you don’t like. “She’s a lovely specimen.”

“She’s not a pet,” you instinctively step in front of Natasha, blocking her from the hungry gaze of the demon. “And I’m tired of riddles.”

“Well,” Elana crosses her arms over her chest. “You know as well as anyone how this works.”

“Information doesn’t come easily, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Ridiculous attempt at civilizing a bunch of-”

“Insulting me is a poor way of getting information, VAN-HELSING.” Elana warns, a flash of red in her gaze.

You take a forcefully steady breath. “Alright, Lady Elana,” you begin with what you hope is a sweet tone, “please explain to me what this prophecy is. How am I the most powerful vampire?”

She lights up immediately, like a kid in a candy store. She pauses and looks around suspiciously. “Not here,” She whispers, nodding towards a door not far off. “That’s an old storage room. C’mon.”

Both you and Natasha hesitate before following, exchanging nervous glances. Her hair, you realize, has become messy and her mask is still hanging loosely around her neck. Yours is much the same, forgotten and irritating as you slip into the dark storage room.

Elana flicks on a light, illuminating dusty old boxes and crates filled with who-knows-what. She eyes you and Natasha for a long time, seemingly contemplating how best to begin. You wait as patiently as you can, though you’re achingly aware of the way Natasha’s lips had been pressed to yours mere minutes ago. You’re still aching for that touch, the fire she spread deep into your core.

Maybe that’s Elana’s influence again.

“Ever since he was created, Harkon was destined for his Throne. He absorbed his Goddess, drank of her blood and took her powers. His Throne is all that remains of her,” Elana begins quietly. You lean forward with a frown. “As the Goddess of fate, she ensured a prophecy that would remove him from his crown.”

“She can just… do that?” Natasha snorts.

Elana frowns gravely at her. “Contrary to what the Helsings taught, she was not a malicious force. Being from the Underworld doesn’t mean you’re a monster.” At this, the succubus glares directly at you. “The prophecy bound Harkon to a family of noble warriors who had once worshipped her. If a child of that family were ever to be turned by Harkon, they would become the product of two powerful and conflicting magicks. A perfect storm to defeat the King.”

You stare blankly at her. “You can’t- you can’t seriously be suggesting that-”

“You,” her expression is entirely serious, as opposed to her seemingly natural teasing attitude, “are going to travel the rings of the Underworld to confront Harkon’s true demonic form and stop the end of the world.” She takes in your gaping expression before adding, “I suppose you would have preferred a riddle?”

“This- this doesn’t make sense.” You shake your head. “Arthur was- he was bitten-”

“By a vampire lover of his,” she chuckles mischievously. “She was powerful, yes, but his turning was not what began the incident a century ago.”

“Then what was?” You can’t hide the desperation in your voice.

She hesitates a moment. “Your brother was involved, yes,” she licks her lips slowly. “But only as the sacrifice that needed to be made to bring the savior.”

Your heart clenches painfully; a surprising reaction given your current state of existence. “I-I caused it? And I’m causing it again?”

“I’m afraid so.” Elana, to her credit, really does look apologetic. “But your victory is important to more than the vampires. Harkon had overthrown so many overlords in the Underworld - freeing his reign would improve life for all of us.”

“Why would I want to help demons?” You snap.

“Because,” Elana’s eyes narrow. “Your human concept of good and evil, of heaven and hell, are miniscule compared to reality. Come now, you’re a Helsing. This should be common sense.”

“So that’s it, then? That’s my fate? Waltz into Hell and overthrow the devil?”

“No,” Elana smirks. “Waltz into Hell and overthrow a God.”

- - - - -

You don’t talk about what had happened when you return to the hotel. You just change into your pajamas and lay in the dark while Natasha sleeps, your mind running through several different thoughts all at once.

Another apocalypse was coming. The apocalypse, apparently. One that will be a hell of a lot harder to stop than the previous. One that requires you traveling into the unknown. You’ve journeyed through dark forests, ancient towns and broken castles - but you have never walked through the Underworld.

Could you trust what Elana said? That not all demons were bad? That those from the Underworld weren’t just forces of evil? It was too complicated, too complex to understand and sort through. Even worse, it sounds like you have no choice in this. Fate was always a looming figure in your life. When Arthur was the heir and the favorite; when you became the heir… now you realize, even when Arthur had the family magic, he was never the true heir. He never excelled the way you did, never committed like you.

This was always your destiny. To become this monster. To become- become-

You don’t have any other options, do you?

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