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A Trip Around The Sun
Summary: From the RCD Universe; It's been a year since you and Wanda made things official, so who doesn't love a little anniversary somethin' somethin'?
Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader
Warning(s): There's smut in this one so just to be sure: This is 18+ ONLY so MINORS DNI. Fingering (w receiving), oral sex (w recieving). The sex aside, this one's pretty sappy overall. I don't even think there's that much language in this one, bud.
Note(s): What better way to break in 2024 than with a little sweetness between two of my favorites? Granted this would have gone up yesterday had my power not gone out after coming home from my vacation, but ah well, we're here now. I hope y'all enjoy this one :3
Word Count: well into 2.7k baybee
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Tonight was you and Wanda's one year anniversary and you wanted to leave with enough time to get home before Wanda and get changed for the plans you arranged tonight.
Wanda had been texting you as much as she could throughout the day in addition to packing your favorite for lunch. The texts had started out innocent and then got progressively heavier with innuendos later in the day. Needless to say, you were all but ready to finally see your girl.
You just finished cleaning up your station for the evening, making sure everything was powered off and in its proper place for when you come in the day after tomorrow. Before you walked out of the shop, you stopped in Logan's office as per usual. You walked in to see him going through papers. Inventory reports from what you were able to catch.
Logan looks up from his work, "Leaving early?"
You can't help the smile that blooms on your face as you answer. "Yeah, it's mine and Wanda's anniversary tonight. Wanted to take her out for the night, I even got reservations for seven."
Logan simply nods along with your explanation. "Where are you takin' her?"
There's a bit of hesitance in your voice as your eyes focus more on the older man's desk. "Carnivora Snow. She's never been, I don't think, But I think it'd be nice."
Logan doesn't respond for a good minute, before you wind up looking back at him. Logan sets down his paperwork. "Well, say hi for me, bub. And have a good night." His voice is just a little bit less gruff than usual.
Your smile is smaller but doesn't lose its warmth. "That's the plan."
After you leave Logan's office and close the door behind you, he just sits there for a second to have a moment to himself.
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It's 4:45 PM when you get home, and the first thing you do is go to shower and change clothes. You change into a black form-fitting suit; nothing egregious, but definitely formal enough to fit the occasion. You leave the top two buttons of your gray button-down shirt undone and wear a few silver rings to accessorize. You take your time to get the look just right since you're the first one home from work.
It's 5:30PM when Wanda gets in from work, your interaction is brief seeing as you both wanted to make it to your reservations on time. You mainly stuck to quick banter about your work days as you both finished getting ready to leave.
Wanda comes out of her personal room wearing a merlot red off-shoulder gown, with a silver piece of jewelry that mimics a tied neck for the dress. You realize that it disappears under said dress as well. Before your curiosity distracts you, you realize that it's 6:20PM and that you'll make your reservation with just enough time. After a brief deliberation, you opt to drive to the restaurant in Wanda's car rather than in your truck.
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Carnivora Snow is a Restaurant in New York that is well on its way to getting a Michelin star. With its reservation list almost always filled, you had to pull a few strings you hadn't used in a while to get seating for the two of you tonight, but it was more than worth it.
Both of you were having a wonderful time so far, with Wanda ordering Honey Garlic Salmon while you had the Chicken Kyiv this time around.
It was clear you both were enjoying yourselves, not just in terms of company, but food as well. Particularly when she noticed how quickly you were polishing your plate. "That good, huh?"
You swallowed the bite of food in your mouth before answering her, "I swear they snuck crack in this Chicken, Wands. The mashed potatoes are really good too,"
She smiled at your sheepish reply, "Do you mind if I try some?" You shook your head as you pushed your plate in Wanda's direction.
After cutting a piece of her own and trying it, she hummed in approval as her eyes lit up. "That's delicious,"
"Right? It's gotta be crack." Wanda laughed at the fake suspicion in your voice. Her food was quite good as well, but she made a note to herself to order this the next time she came here as she cut herself another piece. Wanda continued to laugh freely as you idly chatted over dinner and exchanged bites of the other's entrees.
You both split the cost when the check came, but you got up to go the restroom while you were waiting. You passed the Teppanyaki-style section of the restaurant on your way back, seeing two chefs in the front preparing food in front of other guests before you caught sight of another female chef in the back.
You met eyes with said chef before her eyes widened slightly. You see her talk to one of the other cooks before going through a side door to meeting you out on the floor.
The woman moved the blonde whisps peeking through her hat, surprise still settling into her features. "You're really here. Part of me thought you wouldn't show..."
You raised a brow with a teasing smile, "I contacted you, 'Lena"
She nods, more to herself than anything. "I know, it's just...been a minute you know?"
You completely understood, it's been a busy few months because of the holiday season after all. "Logan says hey, by the way."
Yelena's answering smile is more sincere, "Well 'hey' to the old man. Anyways, how have you been? You said you were bringing your lady friend here with you."
You grinned at the mere mention of Wanda. "I did I did, she's still at our table. I'll introduce you before we leave."
After a second, your bright smile turns into a somber one. "How is she?"
Yelena's smile also dims, "Busy. Quiet.... She usually throws herself into her work this time of year. There's all the events coming after the holidays for her to plan and plan."
You nod as you try not to think too hard on what you heard. It was around this time that year too... "Well, I'll see you in a minute, we'll be at the front to finish paying" You squeeze Yelena's shoulder with your hand before you turn to walk back to your table.
Yelena simply watches your back before going back to let her workers know she'd be gone for another ten minutes.
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Wanda is gathering her bag when you come back, "Are we all set to go?"
She stands up to meet you with the check in her hand. "Yes we are. Was there a line at the bathroom?"
You take Wanda's hand in yours as you both walk to the front of the restaurant "it was a bit of a line, yeah. but there's someone I want you to meet before we go."
By the time the both of you get to the register, Yelena is there waiting for you. You gesture towards the blonde, "'Lena, this is my girlfriend, Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is my childhood friend, Yelena Belova. She also happens to own this establishment."
Yelena offers her hand to Wanda, who gladly takes it. "It's a pleasure to meet Y/n's instantly better half. They are very lucky to have you," she turns to you, "You are very lucky to have her,"
You roll your eyes at Yelena's teasing smirk as Wanda chuckles at her remark. "I don't need you to tell me that, I am highly aware."
Wanda rubs your arm in a overly soothing gesture, "We're both lucky, darling."
You lightly groan in fake irritation, "I regret this already." Both of them continue to joke at your expense, and you can't help but be relieved that they seemed to get along rather quickly.
After they exchanged phone numbers, you said your goodbyes actually getting a rare hug out of Yelena along with a promise to meet up again soon.
When You and Wanda left the restaurant, you give Wanda your suit jacket to avoid the brisk night air.
Wanda gratefully puts it on as you both make your way to her car. "Yelena seems really nice, honey. She reminds me of one of my work colleagues."
You open the car door for her before getting in yourself. "Yeah? She can be a bit much, but we're locked in like this," You crossed your fingers with one hand. "We met in middle school, so she's basically family anyway,"
"I bet the both of you were trouble together,"
"Eh, you'd win that bet," You chuckle to yourself as Wanda takes your free hand in her lap on the ride back home while you told recalled some of the things you got into (and sometimes paid for) with your oldest childhood friend.
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About halfway home, the energy in the car was different. As the troublemaker stories petered out, the more the both of you were focused on each other. The moment the two of you got back home from Carnivora Snow, the atmosphere was charged with intention.
The two of you were almost glued together as you made your way to the master bedroom. Wanda only separated from you long enough to go around the opposite side of the bed to undress, albeit slowly. You're admittedly less graceful while undressing in comparison to Wanda's slow striptease. Your impatience brought you around to Wanda's side of the bed just as she took off her shoes. You grasped at Wanda's borrowed jacket to feel more of her skin, and you watched it flush as your lips went from her face to her neck. The silky cloth could hardly compare.
"You look so beautiful tonight, doll," Your hands rest on Wanda's hips as her own reach up to unzip the back of her dress, and your eyes stay on hers in the full-length mirror across from the two of you as your lips stay level with her shoulder. "Y'know, I couldn't keep my eyes off of you at dinner..."
Wanda's smirk held nothing but mischief as she turned to look at you briefly, "Is that right?"
Wanda got the zipper about halfway done before you took it upon yourself to pull it the rest of the way down, the material going slack on her body. "Mhm, but now I don't have to even try to keep my hands off of you."
Your eyes enjoyed everything about the view; Along with more exposed goosebumps, the body jewelry Wanda wore for tonight was fully visible, the fine silver innocently clasped around her neck draped over her chest and caressed just under her breasts. With Wanda's stiff peaks coming through the thin tassels, the piece flattered her figure more than you thought anything could.
You let the fabric pool on the floor and ran your hands under the jewels to knead Wanda's breasts. A sigh left Wanda's mouth as she leaned back onto your front. You took the opportunity to pinch her nipple, making her moan from the sudden sensation.
Wanda takes her other hand to turn your face to look at her. "I need more, detka."
You tweak Wanda's nipple harder, making her cry out before running your free hand down from her hip to her navel before going under Wanda's lacey underwear.
You lift your head to meet Wanda's ear, "Just relax for me, I'll make you feel good baby. Promise."
Your index and middle fingers gathered some of Wanda's slick before they made contact with her clit and started to massage the bundle of nerves. Wanda's moans began to mix with each other as she squirmed under your hold, her eyes fluttering shut.
You pressed lightly on Wanda's clit making her gasp and open her eyes again. "Ah ah, I want you to watch me, doll."
Wanda's eyes gazed at the two of you in the mirror as your fingers went further until they sunk into her fully, curling inside.
You pumped your fingers in and out of Wanda's wetness at a steady pace, making her arch into your hand in search of more friction. "Harder, please! I've been waiting for this all night,"
You can't help but oblige as you push your fingers to go deeper, even adding a third finger to stretch Wanda out more. "Yeah? this is what you wanted, baby?"
"Yes yes yes! Just like that! God, you feel so good," Wanda's voice borders on breathless as she becomes like putty in your hands, her eyes half-lidded as she keeps her eyes on the two of you.
You pull Wanda to sit down with you on the end of the bed on your lap, as you continue to fuck her with your fingers, your thumb rubbing her clit to bring her closer to her high. Wanda cries out as you start moving your fingers at a feverish pace while continuing to knead her breast with your other hand.
You put your lips to her ear again, "Are you gonna cum for me, doll?" Wanda nods her head rapidly before you pull your fingers out of her making her groan at the lost feeling.
You lift your hand covered with Wanda's slick for her to see, "Look at the mess you were making all over my hand, Wandy." She watches you as you bring the soaked digits to your mouth to suck them clean.
Before Wanda can completely lose her high though, you move her to lay down on the bed fully while you settle below her on your stomach. You snag a pillow to place under her waist for comfort. Wanda's legs settle on your shoulders as your mouth becomes level with her pussy. While your arms hook around Wanda's thighs, you keep a thumb pressed to her clit while you eat her out. It doesn't take her long to get right back to where she ached to be.
"I'm cumming, baby, I'm cumming!" Your other hand holds her entrance open as your tongue chases her release with her. Wanda's hips spasm in your hold as you continue to help her through her orgasm.
You lift your head to look up at Wanda, hair long since falling out of the updo she carefully placed it in, the auburn tresses spread out on the sheets around her. You carefully move out from underneath Wanda to join her at the top of the bed.
Both of you finally took the time to catch your breath again, tremors continued to pulse through her still.
after laying down for a while, you untangled yourself from Wanda before sitting up. "I'm gonna get the shower going so the water can heat up, Alright?"
Wanda nodded with a lazy smile as you pressed a kiss to her forehead before getting out of the bed. She lightly grabbed your wrist, "I'm going to need you to carry to the bathroom though."
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With the two of you showered and dressed for bed, your hand rested on Wanda's thigh as Wanda pulled up I Love Lucy on the TV. With Wanda's head on your chest, her hand toying with the hem of your wife beater. It was a peaceful, lulling atmosphere as the two of you enjoyed your shared space.
"Y/n, sweetie," Wanda's eyes stay on the show, and you can hear Wanda swallow before she speaks up. "I wanted to ask if you'll come to Fashion Week with me."
You move your head to look at Wanda properly. New York Fashion Week was in a little over a week from now, and you were prepared to stay home again. Wanda puts very little of her private life in the public eye, preferring to keep the two separate. With how naturally nosy people are, it makes sense to want that boundary.
A small smile forming on your face as you rubbed one of her shoulders to soothe the nerves you could already feel cropping up. "You really want me to go?"
"Mhm, I want you there with me. I barely got through our phone calls without caving and having you come down last year. It scares me a little that I've gotten so attached to you in what feels like so little time. I just-... I feel better with you beside me."
You leaned down to gently press your lips to Wanda's. "I'll gladly go with you then, Wanda." Your lips caressed each other again before you separated with both of your heads still resting on each other.
A smile grew on Wanda's face to match your own. "Happy anniversary, Y/n."
Happy anniversary, Wanda."
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The Bigger Picture
Summary: See what happens when you undermine your boss AKA the one who's paying your bills...
Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader
[S.S AU Masterlist]
Warning(s): This is an 18+ AU so MINORS DNI. Also Dark Themes in general. There's smut in the first half of this one: strap-on usage (r giving) oral sex (Wanda recieving). There's some pretty crass language as per usual on my end, I can’t think of much else but let me know.
Note(s): I present another the start of another AU, ladies and gentlefriends! Where did it come from? The deep reaches of my MIND not all that deep really, I just can't stop my brain from scratching like an addict- but it's pretty decent for fall/spoopy season I think. I hope y'all enjoy :3
Word Count: Just a bit shy of 2.1k
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You remember seeing the world through younger eyes. The scene around you is blurry and out of focus with only the barest hint of awareness of tears running down your face. The only thing you can make out is a man’s back, his imposing stature, his cropped hair, and how his figure seems to get smaller and smaller as he walks away from you. His apathy is the clearest; his steps never falter, not does her look back at you. You feel like an outside viewer as you watch a hand, your hand, continue to reach for him. You fight in another person’s grip as you're being dragged away.
“Baba please! Help me, I don’t wanna go!”
The lack of response through the high winds only made your yelling feel louder before your vision was then blocked by a hood over your face. Even if you couldn’t identify with the anguish anymore it still hissed at your nerves, grasping and pulling at you like a desperate whore for your attention…
The continued thump, thump, thumping sound throughout the room brought you back into the moment as you continued pounding the woman beneath you into the velvety couch cushions beneath. The woman’s wavy red hair splayed out and her nails digging into your shoulders as she let her moans fall from her mouth in an unending stream.
She gave a shout as she hit her orgasm and you watched her green eyes glaze over as she gave you a hazy smile, you returned a smaller one of your own. One of her hands slid up your chest to caress your throat, fingers running over the scarring coating the entirety of it.
Her eyes scanned yours in open concern. “Is everything okay? Where did you go just now?”
You merely squinted, “old-times...’s still loud.” Your voice came out gravely and with a creek.
With your thumb caressing her waist, you leaned back to sit upright before using a hand to move her half-unbuttoned blouse further down her arms. With more of the redhead's skin exposed and your head still swimming, you went back in to leave kisses ranging from her neck, down to her collarbone, and even further to the valley of her breasts. You felt the woman's hand take the back of your neck to have you take one of the mounds in your mouth.
The hand you had resting on the woman's waist moved to squeeze her thigh while you eased your strap out of her with a few more slow strokes. You released her flushed nipple with a small plop, your saliva slightly glistening in the light of the office space before you slid off of the couch to the floor.
Getting to a kneel, you keep your gaze on the eyes of the woman in front of you while reaching down by her ankles and fully removing her already ruined panties.
A glint sparks in your eyes as you stare at her still dripping pussy. You lick a stripe up her entrance before lightly sucking on her clit, causing the woman above you to jolt with a gasp.
The woman watches you go back to eating her out with a small crackling chuckle. "You love this, don't you?"
You only look up to meet her eyes, your mouth still working on her. You blink slowly before doubling your efforts on her pussy.
Her head falls back as she continues to buck into your mouth. "Yesyesyes, hah, just like that baby," She isn't especially loud, but the pleading laced in her voice is what drives you to your own brink.
You sink into the moans that come from her lips, soon turning into breathless whimpers as she brings your head impossibly closer to her heat. As ribbons of red made their way into your ears, you let her fog invade your mind and take over.
Everything else melted away into oblivion. You were older now as you watched the tattered dirt path become peaceful grasses, the people became well-rooted trees in full bloom. Armored cars and loaded rifles dissipated into mere accents of a pleasant scene. And at the center of it all, was the same woman as now. her velvet greens staring back at you with a warmth that could make the Niganda sun seem cold.
The redhead's grip tightened in your hair as her movements became more erratic against your face. You brought a hand up to play with her clit and work to bring her over the edge again.
Things were much simpler this way. No confusing flashes of people you don’t remember, no random jolts of phantom pain. You were sure to live in the moment, and your most recent memories didn’t hurt you to think about and when the details became fuzzy you almost missed them.
Your head rested on her inner thigh after you helped her ride out her high. Her finger rubbed just beneath your eye as your eyes locked, reveling in each other. "There you are, right here with me."
And it was all because of her. Wanda.
Wanda held your chin in her hand before she swiped her thumb over your bottom lip and tasted herself. Even with a fresh afterglow setting in, the fire in her eyes never abated. Wanda's power was always there.
That same energy that let her linger in your mind and relieve you of that lost momentum and gave you stability to latch for. You’d do anything to keep that. You’d do anything to keep Wanda.
As you helped her get her panties and skirt back on and make sure the back of her skirt was the front again, your mind was calm at a gentle hum, distant screams of the past going ignored as you helped fix up the couch of her associate’s office.
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Wanda’s mood had noticeably soured since you’d had your fill of each other. Her face had become a mask of neutrality with traces of agitation she just couldn’t seem to remove as she flipped through the papers settled on the desk. It was less decorated than her own; she’d hardly spared a glance at the few picture frames placed on top of the hardwood either. She didn’t want to see more than she’d had to for the day.
Standing up from the leather couch settled on the side of the room, you wandered around the rather plain space aimlessly, looking at the fully stacked bookshelves, more than half the titles going over your head with disinterest. Settling by where Wanda was seated, you faced the door as you heard incoming noise before the doorknob could even jostle.
Murky blue eyes startled as he caught sight of the two of you in his office. The older man wheeled himself further into his office before having the door shut behind him. Your eyes stayed on him, unwavering. “Wanda, to what do I owe this unexpected visit? I was called out of a very important-”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? Better yet, who do you think you are, Xavier?” Wanda wasn’t interested in wasting time with false pleasantries.
“What exactly are you referring to, Wanda? I’ve done nothing but do as you’ve asked.” Wanda carefully kept her face blank as she observed the bald man.
“Keeping a wire on not only my vehicles, but my associates’ as well. Getting your grunts to try and tap my phone calls. They’ve gotten especially sloppy within the past few weeks, by the way. You should talk with Scott about that. All this to gain the favor of one Mr. William Stryker,” She placed the photos one of her skulkers took from their meeting a few nights ago on the table.
“Is that exact enough for you, Charles?”
You watch the man’s shoulders tense, a crease forming in his brow. You can clearly smell his nerves building while Wanda is still deathly calm. Her hands stay steepled in front of her face by her mouth, her eyes squint every now and then as she continues to observe the man.
“I've only given false information I assure you-”
“I know it is, because I basically spoon fed it to you and your men. You know nothing I don't want you to EVEN with you haphazardly bugging my house. Now, what I want to know is how you didn’t think I’d catch on. Do you think I’m stupid, Charles?” There is a noticeable edge in her voice now and the hairs on the back of your neck began to bristle, reacting to her aggravation.
Charles spoke up quickly “It was a part of the plan to have eyes in higher places, for the sake of all mutants, Wanda!”
The accent of her voice grew thick as her tone dropped lower. “Do not try to insult my intelligence, old man. You’ve done things here and there to try and undermine my headship when you think I won’t notice, but you will not pull this. Stryker is a sad little leech who wants to eliminate us all and has no qualms about being vocal about it. You want to try and make nice, fondle the balls of a man who wouldn’t bat an eye to exterminate mutants? You simply won’t be classified among us.”
As Wanda spoke those last few words, you watched as a familiar red aura surrounded Charles, her eyes glowing bright as Charles howled in pain as a pale blue aura rose out of his body where he sat. You almost thought Wanda was going to kill him then and there before his screams settled down.
Charles was breathing heavily, his form hunched over in his chair before his eyes widened with realization. “My powers…”
“You wanted to appease the mortal man, now you can live and die counted as one of them. Your bootlicking wife will be too once my people find her.”
“Hee-he-hick,” A feral giggle erupted from your mouth as you watched him carry on belligerently.
“You leave Moira out of this! we’ve done nothing but look out for you, Wanda! Your father would-”
“What did I say about insulting my intelligence? You and my father were at odds throughout his entire headship. You know nothing of what he would do nor what he would want.”
She slid more photos onto the table, the other man in them tickled something in your throat as recognition passed through you.
Wanda tapped on the man's face with her pointer finger, "This man. Tell me where he is."
Charles peered over to look at the photo, his nerves a bit all over the place. "Pierce? I've no idea Wanda, he's been gone for days now. You have to believe me,"
Wanda tutted her tongue as she brought her hands back in front of her. "I don't have to do anything, but I do believe you. Unfortunately for you that makes you completely useless to me, Charles." She pursed her lips in a faux pout.
You could almost see the man shaking in his chair as he went on indignantly. You wound up tuning him out as he kept going on about loyalty and nonsense.
‘Do I kill him now?’
Wanda reached back for your neck, running her thumb over the scarring over your throat. “We’re just about done here, but Charles can see himself out, I believe.”
Charles couldn’t even properly understand what was going on right away because, one: He was in the middle of explaining how the original members of the syndicate needed to stick together, and two: He can’t read minds anymore. I mean, what’s he going to do now?
“You can go see if the college across town has any openings, but you’ve been relieved of your position with Maximoff Unlimited as well as the Scarlet Syndicate which will be vacant as of today, effective immediately. Now you can roll yourself out of this office, or I can have Y/n here escort you out. They don't seem too keen on being delicate with you.”
You tilted your head as a choppy rumble passed your lips. The prospect of handling the man yourself was very appealing right now. Charles likely recognized this as he made his way to the door himself. Red mist opens the door for him.
“Smart choice. So you do have some sense left. Oh, and Charles?”
The man stopped in the doorway, but didn't turn to look at Wanda.
“The next time you try to throw me or my company under the bus, remember who put you in that wheelchair.”
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A Simple Meet-Cute
Summary: A slow night at your job picks up with the presence of a certain woman in red, this meeting also serves as the precedent for your life-course to shift...
Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader
[S.S AU Masterlist]
Warning(s): Dark Themes; there's no smut in this one, but this is an 18+ AU aka MINORS DNI. To start we got depictions of breaking bones (not in depth, but it’s there, suggestion of murder, mention of mutant trafficking (did I really go back there again? Yeah, but this time with a dash of discrimination toward mutants), let’s see… language and general violence, cuz hey, you know what I get up to...kinda-
Note(s): This timeline-wise is way before "The Bigger Picture". I figure after I had my medias res moment, I wanted to go ahead double back to show how Wanda and R met. Were they done around the same time? Yes….And your point? I'll also go ahead and say that they're both a part of the Scarlet Syndicate AU. The masterlist should be up pretty soon, and I hope you enjoy this one :3
Word Count: in the realm of 1.8k
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Mutants. The next evolution in human genetics can manifest at any time and take many forms. Some develop their mutations when they're in the throes of puberty or while in adolescence. Others have had their mutation since they were born or haven’t had them appear until they’ve gone into adulthood.
In this world, humans far outnumber mutants in population, and people are more content to ostracize those who are mutants, as man has well been known to fear and even hate what they do not understand...
“Table seven is clear, hon,” You turned to see Miss Monica pointing to the back area. Nodding, you grabbed your rag and made your way to the newly unoccupied table littered with pools of water left by sweating drinks and crumpled napkins.
It was only maybe a quarter past eight, but the bar was already running thin with patrons. The quieter hum of voices compared to the usual clambering of laughter and muddled conversation clued you in to the change easily. As you cleaned, you caught a glimpse of the designated VIP section of The Photon Call. There you saw a small group that had been there for at least two hours now.
The woman at the head of the table was dressed in a form-fitting burgundy suit paired with a glossy black heel, blacked out sunglasses framing her face. A muted fruity smell with a hint of something else followed her stride. She came in with two men and another woman, who were all dressed formally. Monica merely nodded toward the woman when they came in before she had Jimmy lead them to the VIP area.
Looking at the group now, you noticed their “leader” of sorts had now taken off her sunglasses, moving some of her auburn hair out of her face. Her green eyes were just visible in the lower light. They had an extra person with them who was sitting across from the woman dressed in deep red. This man you remembered from a short time ago. he came in some time after the group he was now seated with. he was a bit of a crude figure, and he’d been rather transparent about his distaste toward you, his nose turned up at your short tail and pronounced ears as you directed him to the VIP area. You’d been privy to a few choice words muttered under his breath as well.
There was a light sheen on his forehead now that there wasn’t before, now that they'd all finished eating. His scent was more pungent as well; he’s nervous now, and a bit fearful. Though his posture is upright, there was a stiffness to his movements when he was speaking. It was a stark contrast to the others sitting at the table who remained confident and relaxed, though you noticed the growing boredom and aggravation from the head lady as she swirled the drink in her glass lazily.
When the gray-haired man finished speaking, the woman across from him simply raised a brow and checked the watch on her wrist. The other woman in the seat next to her, who was also a redhead, shifted in her seat. Her aggravation had been there since he’d started talking.
The leading woman set her glass down lightly, “Your offer has already been considered and denied, Hayward. I have other matters to attend to, so I believe we’re done here.”
The bluntness and brevity of her statement noticeably took the man aback as he floundered for his words. “B-but you have to understand, Wanda! This is for the benefit of the company-”
“What I understand is you can’t take a hint, Tyler. You call me out past my business hours, which should be well known to you, to propose an increase in mutant laborers as a ludicrous idea to increase production rates for my company. You also know my stance on such practices, which is why I’m left confused as to why you thought I would agree to it to begin with. I wonder if you’re having a gargantuan lapse in judgment, or if you’re really at the meeting point where bold meets stupid.”
The woman, Wanda, remained unflinching as the older man, Hayward, abruptly got up from his seat in outrage. Your hand slowed wiping down the booth seats as you noticed a spike in anger and resentment along with a feeling you’ve come to recognize as violent intent. The other redheaded woman shifted forward a bit, probably as a natural response. Hayward’s back was to you, and he garnered a lot of attention all on his own, so no one really noticed you move closer behind him.
“You don’t think you’ll defer to me? With one call my associates and I make motion to flip your company around on you so fast it'd make your head spin. So, I'll tell you what, you little bitch-”
It was when he went to move and touch Wanda that you restrained the man, your rag wrapped around his wrists and his arms behind his back. His right arm was now bent in a weird way, the connected shoulder probably came out of its socket, but that didn’t make you stop. All the while, Wanda and the people with her remained calm, if a bit surprised.
Wanda raised a brow at the actions of this new person restraining one Tyler Hayward. Now, Natasha warned her that her own senses were going off due to Hayward’s visible increase in anger, and she didn’t need to read the man’s mind to confirm it. Had he gotten anywhere close to harming her or was even capable of it, she would have ended him not even with a flick of her wrist.
But now she’s simply watching you effectively take the unsuspecting man to the floor, both of his arms were bent oddly and essentially broken at this point. A twisted growl streamed out of your mouth with sporadic hiccups here and there. Hayward continued to hurl threats at you as you kept your knees on the backs of his thighs, keeping him from moving.
Nothing seems to register as you simply looked up at Wanda and those with her, eyes shifting between each of them to make sure they weren't disturbed. You kept Hayward’s broken arms locked behind his back with one hand, reaching around and forcefully gripping his face with the other; shutting him up for the most part. You hunched over Hayward’s shoulder and turned his head to face you with your eyes meeting his, your eyes now giving off a dull orange glow.
Followed by what might be considered a misplaced giggle passing your lips, Wanda watched as Hayward seemed to fold in on himself. His thrashing to retaliate turned into a struggle to seemingly just get away from your gaze.
"Done yet?" Your voice came out low and close to his ear, and you heard his heart rate pick up further as your hand clenched harder in his hair.
‘Please, please, please! I don’t want to be here! I have to get out, dammit!’
It was odd for all of them to see this sudden change in attitude, no doubt caused by the mutant busboy who still had yet to say a word to them directly.
You looked up to see Wanda and those with her rising from their seats, the two men moving toward your form still holding Hayward to the floor. The old man was basically blubbering at this point, almost incoherent due to his erratic breathing.
“I believe Sam and Bucky can handle things from here. Do you mind?” Wanda’s voice was even as she spoke to you. You moved off of Hayward’s body and out of the way for, who you now know as Sam and Bucky, to heave him off of the ground. “Take him out back boys. We’ll let Monica know on our way out, give her a heads up before we send in the sweepers.” Her gaze settled on you as you stood up from the floor. You felt a spike of curiosity coming from the woman left with her that only persisted when Wanda stepped closer to you.
Wanda eyed you up and down as your eyes shone back at her. “I’d like to thank you for your assistance, regardless of the necessity. I don’t think I’ve seen you work at Monica's bar before,”
You gave a single nod, “I’m new.” Your voice was gravelly and clipped, Wanda noticing that there was noticeable scarring around your throat that would lead one to assume you sustained an injury of some kind.
Looking into your mind was its own venture. Your immediate memories were a mirror of the events that transpired, the people talking in them making unintelligible noises, not unlike the adults in Peanuts cartoons.
The further back Wanda looked, the fuzzier they got, like the hippocampus was affected directly. There were some that were clear as day: The day your father traded you to the prime minister of Niganda for his own freedom. Your first days under a “Dr. Paine” and your short-lived freedom after the lab was taken down. Some of your time in mutant trafficking including a few of the “masters'' who had you. A clear recollection of the man who had your vocal cords clipped for being mouthier than he’d like. The day you escaped, and finally to the day Monica found you wandering Mutant Town before hiring you here about a month ago.
These "core memories" were on a subconscious and grating loop in your mind so that you couldn't forget them. Everything else in between was basically lost as it was like trying to look through frosted glass. There was little direction and purpose other than surviving to the next day.
Equal parts distressing and intriguing to say the least…
As Wanda spent the last minute or so staring you down, your focus shifted to the woman behind Wanda. You didn’t catch her name, but you know she was a mutant based off of the distinct sweet smell complimenting her rainwater and pine trail.
They’re obviously close; she hasn’t stepped away from Wanda’s side once. Not too many humans would willingly put themselves in the company of mutants. Guess you can count this Wanda woman among those in the minority along with a few others like your boss.
When Wanda comes back to the present, she stares at you with a new light in her eyes as they dipped down to your nametag. “I like you, Y/n. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing more of each other.” She rested a hand on your shoulder and suddenly you smelled a change in her scent- no, it became clearer.
Wanda’s scent was a sugar-coated apricot with a spike of cinnamon as it accented the air around her, then it hit you:
Wanda is also a mutant.
And somehow you knew you’d remember her for the long haul.
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Cruisin' For A Bruisin'
Summary: The crew is on a much needed (and definitely deserved) vacation from hero-ing about. It's important to remember that you can plan out a trip, but you can't anticipate everything that happens on said trip.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader
[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: This is Part 1
Warning(s): This one's pretty wholesome for the most part, but I will say there are some descriptions of violence. Also strong language, but if you've been here long enough you know that-
Note(s): WELCOME TO ARC 2 BAYBEE! Jaws is back and I could not be any more excited to get back into this shit! As far as I can tell arc 2 is definitely gonna be longer than arc 1, but I hope y'all enjoy :3
Word Count: Skidding pass 2.9k
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It'd been a little over a year since you'd joined the Avengers. There were certainly a few incidents here and there, the biggest being the dismantling of the Red Room which, incidentally, led to Natasha reuniting with her folks.
It was certainly one way to meet your girlfriend's family, that's for sure...
Things seemed to finally take time to settle, at least for a little while.
It was newly June and you along with Natasha, Wanda, and Vision were set to go on the cruise trip you'd booked around Christmas time last year.
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"How were you able to swing two months off mission calls, babe?" You looked up from packing your suitcase at Natasha's voice, a small smirk growing on your face.
You made your way over to Natasha before wrapping your arms around her waist. "Well, I'm still not greenlit to go out in the field for a slew of reasons, Wanda's only put on for specific assignments, Vision's her plus one, and you have, what? Three years' worth of PTO? We're in the clear, Natty. The team will be fine for a month or two."
Natasha let out a hum of agreement before she brought you closer for a kiss. "That- and you harassed Tony to figure it out."
You raised a brow in mock confusion, "I thought that part was obvious." Your mouth pulled into a genuine gleaming smile as you got a laugh out of Natasha as she wrapped her own arms around your neck. "You're a menace."
"Is that meant to be a bad thing?" Your lips met in another kiss.
"Never a bad thing."
As the two of you finished packing, you met up with Wanda in the Common Room of the compound, where she was talking with Vision. The atmosphere was sullen with only one set of bags on the couch.
"What's goin' on? Did they not have SPF50 at the Walgreens?" You set yours and Natasha's bags down before going to get the keys to the Quinjet. "I'm sure we could find robo-sunscreen on the way, man."
Vision looked at the back of his hand for a good second. "I don't think I would need protection from the sun, seeing as my skin is-"
You came and wrapped your arm around the synthezoid's neck, jangling the jet keys by his ear. "Joking! Again. If anything, we'll just cook eggs on you when you overheat like a copper pan. We aren't gonna be on an air-conditioned boat the whole time you know." And just like that, the light atmosphere you'd created sunk back down as Wanda and Vision looked at each other. You looked between the two in clear confusion, "Alright, what's the deal?"
Vision eyed Wanda for a bit longer before turning to look at you and Natasha, who just came into the room. "I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany the three of you on this vacation. I will be remaining on call."
You tossed the Quinjet keys to Natasha as she came further into the room. "That's ridiculous, we all sent in time off notices weeks before now. How'd this even come about?"
Vision let out a sigh, "Captain Rogers came to me with concerns of being understaffed during the next few months with the search for HYDRA operatives still ongoing; With Dr. Banner still off-world, Mr. Barton indisposed with his with his family, and Mr. Stark only expected half of the time, it is rather easy for me to see Captain Rogers' point. Out of the four of us approved for time off, it was determined that I would be the one to stay behind in case of emergency."
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You'd spent the cruise enjoying each stop between Hawaii and French Polynesia, and it's been anything but a normal experience with you around as the agent of chaos.
Wanda made sure to get plenty of pictures to cement the new memories. There's photos of you "hugging" a manta ray, Wanda and Natasha relaxing on the beach in Bora Bora, several pictures at dinner, and even one of all three of you having an absolute ball watching one of the night shows in Samoa.
Your most recent picture was a group one after you laid on a blowhole in Savai'i. You almost gave the nearby family of five a heart attack, but it was still fun to do.
The last two weeks have been a welcome break for the three of you. Despite some of your more "peculiar" ways of having fun, this has been a freeing and relaxing time. No missions, no threats; a true vacation.
Wanda was currently in her cabin across the hall from yours and Natasha's on her nightly call with Vision. Next time he had to come, Steve be damned. Wanda was a good sport about it when Vision was called in at the last minute, but you all wished he was here as well.
Natasha had taken to video calling with Yelena as well, though they weren't as frequent with her being on her own mission.
You had your own time to talk with Yelena that mainly consisted of her cosigning whatever fuckery you were up to on your vacation.
Part of it might be just to get a reaction out of Natasha.....Which she always did-
It was wonderful to see Natasha just unwound and be less serious, Yelena is one of those people that just pulls it out of her.
Their Relationship had noticeably improved since they were brought back together last year, after learning more about each other that they hadn't had the privilege to learn before, having been separated for their most formative years.
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You and Natasha sat on the secluded deck connected to your cabin. The open air was refreshing as you let Natasha lean back into your arms, watching the sunset on the water.
"I'll be honest and say that I can't choose between Tahiti or Savai'i,"
You placed your head on top of Natasha's. "It's always going to be Enoka for me. It was so long ago, but can remember the views on the island as clear as day." Your words were less clear, almost like you were talking through your teeth. "The white sand beaches occupied by damn near everyone in the mornings, green peaks covered in flowers, the quiet that surrounded the deep waters at night... Seeing the sun make everything above me glimmer while it was up high in the sky. Those small "nothing" memories are one of the few things I haven't lost to time... I just wish I had pictures to show it to you."
Natasha slowly rubbed your forearm that was across her stomach as she encouraged your rare moment of open vulnerability. "Well that's why we're doing this. Making new memories closer to home..."
You focused on the soothing gesture as you thought of those same flickering pictures taken through a toddling interpretation.
In the morning you, Natasha, and Wanda were going to part from the cruise ship and make your way to where Enoka would be via a smaller, personal yacht (paid for by you, modified by Tony, who was convinced to do so by Pepper).
There's nothing that could ruin this moment for you. With two of your favorite people by your side, you were going to visit what's no more than a watery lump of land that once was your home and put it to rest for good.
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After leaving the cruise ship, Wanda focused on directing the three of you through the smaller crowds of people walking in the opposite direction away from the docks. "What's this boat called again? Delilah?"
Natasha unfolded the small piece of paper in her hand to reread the messy script, "The Blue Delilah. It should be near the end of the pier."
You grasped one of their wrists in each hand, "It's just up ahead!" Both Wanda and Natasha cringed slightly as you just barely missed bulldozing a group of people on your way to the boat that turned out to be a custom Sunseeker 76 yacht.
before the three of you boarded the yacht, a brown-haired man wearing thin rectangular glasses came up to the three of you with a gleam in his eyes. Your eyes narrowed at the camera in his hand before he even started speaking. "I'm really sorry to bother the three of you, but you're Avengers, right?"
You just blankly stared at the man while Natasha, while also on guard, she was more cordial when she addressed the man. "We're not exactly on duty right now, but did you want something?"
Wanda noticed that there was a dark haired woman not too far behind him simply staring at the yacht before looking toward the three of you. The bespectacled man, who began perspiring the longer you stared him down, jumped to answer. "I just wanted to get a picture with you guys, my wife and I are really grateful that you all are around to protect us."
The three of you looked at each other. While all of you weren't keen on taking pictures, the couple seemed harmless enough, Wanda read as much from both of their thoughts. The man, Graydon, was both nervous and excited; worried that he'd come off as a creep that was bothering them. His wife, Tara, had a similar train of thought in not wanting to bother the three public. Tara's mind was notably much quieter than her husband's; presumably the result of a calming tactic.
Wanda mentally relayed this to both you and Natasha before the three of you finished wordlessly discussing the matter. With Natasha nodding, Wanda spoke to the couple. "One picture wouldn't hurt."
Graydon's face lit up as he gestured for his wife to come closer, essentially saying they were in the clear. Tara came to stand on the other side of Wanda while Graydon went to find a passerby to take the picture on his camera. After he showed a willing older man how to snap the photo, he stood on the right of Natasha with a rather dorky thumbs up.
You left your mask on, put you arms over Natasha's and Wanda's shoulders and squinted your eyes a bit to give the illusion of a more positive emotion on your face as the brief flash irritated your eyes.
After the picture was taken, Graydon rushed over to the volunteer cameraman to see how it came out. Tara turned to Wanda with a small smile as she exited her personal space after a small shaking of hands. " Thank you for indulging us, and it really is a pleasure to meet you, Misty Red."
Wanda watched the dark-haired woman walk away in confusion. "Misty Red? Who's that?" Natasha raised a single brow while all you did was laugh at Wanda's expense.
Natasha's confusion didn't last long with her own deduction skills. "Apparently that's what the people are calling you," a slow smirk made it's way to Natasha's lips as you were still laughing, "I mean, it does makes sense." The redhead was the first to turn and make her way toward the ramp of the yacht.
"I can't decide if they made you sound like a wrestler or a porn star! I just-" You broke another bout of laughter.
Wanda's eyes narrowed at your juvenile line of thought as she crossed her arms. "It isn't even that funny, Jaws. You're just milking it at this point,"
You took a second to recover from your laughter, "It's funny to me. You don't gotta get it cuz I think it's funny. There's no shame in what you do, Wandy."
Natasha rose her shoulders as she continued to make her way onto the boat. "That's just what happens when you let the public name you."
Wanda almost felt the need to defend her lack of an alias, "I didn't think it had to be very high on my list of priorities!"
You lightly pushed the brunette forward and up the ramp to The Blue Delilah. "Uh huh, get on the boat, Misty Red."
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When You, Natasha, and Wanda all made it onto The Blue Delilah, a smaller inconspicuous boat pulled off behind it at the same time, noticing that the yacht had a discreet Stark Industries logo. Their plan isn't clear at the moment, but it is clear that they're tailing The Blue Delilah. They follow a long way behind, but have their own tracker placed on the ship so they don't lose the yacht.
The three of you were on the private yacht for about four days so far travelling to Enoka.
Note: All citizens of Enoka have the location of Enoka ingrained in their brains, so Jaws always knows where it is. This is a similar practice for the inhabitants of a certain other living island...
As you got closer to the island, it was clear that it's not completely submerged, but it definitely looks different to how you remember.
The goal now was to see if there were any inhabitants on the island that were still alive and who survived the flood over a decade ago.
You didn't voice it, but there was a new sense of anxiousness and hope that started brewing in you at the prospect of going home.
Maybe there actually was a "home" there left...
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About a day out from the Island, the engine to The Blue Delilah seemed to stutter, so you went to check it out and before you reach the engine room on the back pad, you noticed large ripples from something that dove back into the water.
Soon after you heard sounds of a struggle on the yacht and booked it back to where Wanda and Natasha were.
There were two attackers engaged in fighting with the two women, four were on the floor unconscious already. It's rather bold for a group of six, well seven.
Jaws grabbed the arm of the seventh attacker that tried to sneak up on them and threw them over their shoulder.
The attacker you were dealing with was a woman and she had armor that stood out a bit more than the others; she had less of it, toned brown skin shown through the large gaps between the armor pieces, and the shoulders were a bit more prickly and menacing in comparison.
'Definitely their leader.'
You raised an eyebrow at the sort of reptilian bone mask obscuring most of the woman's face. "What, were you too good for Bleach?"
You can see the woman visibly squint behind her mask before she grabs two daggers from their place on her hips, "I know fuckin' Kisame isn't talkin' about me, "
Your own eyes narrowed at her retort. 'Well fuck you, too.'
With both of you having been insulted by the other, the two of you rushed each other. The two of you were essentially going blow for blow for a while before you knocked the bone mask off of your attacker's face.
It revealed more dusky brown skin, a few scars on her face and a tattoo of some kind under her right eye. The woman turned to face you fully, wiping blood off the corner of her lip. "You might be one of the more skilled pirates I've come across. It's a shame I consider your life past tense already."
Suddenly, the woman then tackled you off the yacht, knocking your breathing apparatus off in the process, hoping to hold you down and drown you herself. Her daggers reaching to slice at your now exposed neck.
Putting her knife up to your neck, she then notices the gills on each side of it, which throws her off.
It's then, underwater, that she gets a good look at you before her eyes widen considerably, confusing you.
"Y/n, is that really you?"
There's that name, your name. Hardly anyone called you by your given name when you were little, and you hardly cared, but...
"Ys tath uyo, Y/n?"
Your own eyes widen at the familiar language coming from this woman's mouth. Only one person would really insist on using it back then...
"Sienna?"
And with that one word, the woman threw her daggers to the side leaving them to float in the water away from the two of you before tightly wrapping her arms around your neck. You hug her back just so.
After the two of you pulled away, she almost immediately slapped you with a new fire in her molten brown eyes.
"Agh shit! Did you grow talons?!" It wasn't hard enough to actually hurt, but you definitely felt the woman's nails drag across your face.
"Ehrwe ni eth FUCK veah uyo eneb?! Y thugoth uy' DDEA lla heste rayse!"
Sienna went to smack you again before you held both of her wrists in your hands to keep her at bay, your eyebrows furrowed. "Y itd'dn eyrall cieded ot velae, ni cesa uy' omowesh trogof!"
Sienna shook her head as she struggled to get free of your grip, her dark locs waving wildly in under the water. "Elt og of 'em! Y vat'ehn retnotfog shit!" Sienna then began to try and kick at you to let her go, so you brought her into another hug as she resisted.
Her attempts grew more and more feeble as the power behind her punches to your chest fizzled out. It was only then that you realized she was crying.
Sienna's voice was raw and heavy with emotion, "Ehrwe ddi uyo og?! Y odloke nad Y odloke nad Y odloke lla rove rof uyo..."
You let her sob into your chest as you held her, floating in the underwater quiet.
"Y'm ghrit ehre, sersit."
** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn't find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn't look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity's sake. I didn't think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.
Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it
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Surf and Turf
Summary: After getting both groups acquainted with each other, it's time to return to apparently not-so-missing isle...
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader
[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: [Part 1] This is Part 2
Warning(s): Not much for this one, maybe keep you eyes peeled for strong language? It's a pretty tame chapter tbh
Note(s): We got another one for arc 2! There aren't as many interactions with our main three in this chapter, but that's cuz there's some other dialogue and exposition i wanted to get in there first. display some other relationships and whatnot. i hope you enjoy nonetheless :3
Word Count: a bit more than 1.4k
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Both you and Sienna made your way back up to the surface, climbing back onto The Blue Delilah.
While the two of you were underwater, Wanda and Natasha had incapacitated the last two “attackers” and managed to tie them up.
It really wasn’t a fair fight with Wanda there…
The squelch of your wet boots alerted both of them that you made it back onto the boat.
Noticing Sienna behind you, Wanda and Natasha were both ready to get back into it, but you stopped them before they could.
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You hold your hands out in a placating manner, “Alright alright, hold on just a sec! everybody can chill the fuck out”
Natasha raises a brow before lowering the gun in her hand. “Hearing that from you? Forgive me for my surprise but,” her gaze goes from you to the rather unwelcoming woman next to you. “Negotiating has never really been your thing, Jaws.”
Wanda nods along, moving all the assailants’ weapons to the opposite end of the boat out of reach. “I have to agree.”
A small sigh pushed past your lips, “Fortunately, I didn’t have to negotiate much at all,” you rested a hand on Sienna’s shoulder. “Natasha, Wanda, I’d like for you to meet Sienna; she’s my older sister.”
Both Wanda and Natasha were struck silent by this new information. Cuz how to you really respond to that?
Sienna kept her arms crossed as she stepped forward, “We can talk more when we arrive on Enoka.”
Your eyes widened as you finally had time to connect the rest of the dots and understand the implications of Sienna even being alive. “You mean Enoka is?-”
A bit of a warmer expression started to break through Sienna’s features as she addressed you. “Not without change, but she is alive and well, yes.”
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You’d went back to steering The Blue Delilah while Sienna untied the other “attackers” that Natasha and Wanda had put out of commission.
The three of you found out that they were members of Sienna’s guard that patrolled the waters surrounding Enoka with her.
The six guardsmen, three men and three women, had warily introduced themselves at Sienna's insistence.
They largely kept to themselves as they were a group of few words... at least around the strangers they were keeping the company of, of which no one could really blame them. They saw no issue in having Sienna speak for them.
Sienna had mentioned that there were pirates that got a little too close to Enoka's jurisdiction lately, and the locals were particularly antsy at the number of potential incidents in the past few months.
Sienna had to up the number of patrols they went out on during the day due to this.
While you, Natasha and Wanda had no real idea who these "pirates" could be, independent or affiliated, there were plenty of desperate people coming out of the woodwork for answers and solutions in a post-Ultron world.
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While the three of you were getting the full explanation from Sienna and her guard, it was unfortunate that they’d essentially cut their patrol off early to bring you back to Enoka. If Sienna and her guardsmen had continued their patrol, they more than likely would have come across the smaller boat tailing The Blue Delilah from a good distance away…
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The sun was starting to set when you saw the first bit of land; vibrant greens mixed with stone surfaces and accompanied by beaches surrounding the edges. It was like the familiarity of it was fitting together long lost pieces to the abandoned puzzle of memories you had.
“It’s just been here all this time and I didn’t even know…”
Sienna came to stand next to you, “But you did know, Y/n. Your connection to Enoka was never severed, that’s evident in you knowing exactly where she rests. You’d know if the island was truly gone. Eth lyon equsont' Y veah ys hyw ti okot uy' os goln ot ocem ckab su."
You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure how to give a full enough answer. “I was a bit preoccupied…to say the fuckin’ least anyways.”
Sienna merely eyed you for a second, giving you another once over now that she was closer. "Esod sith veah githanny ot od whit eth wot ahnum mewno tath uyo bugorth whit uyo? Uyor necst 's citapullryra tenetccandor no eth hedraed."
You clear your throat suddenly at the abrupt mention of Wanda and Natasha. both of whom were more than alert while keeping an eye on your other "guests" by the back end of the boat. "Somewhat. I mean, it's more than a little complicated, but they've both helped me. A ton. And their Names are Natasha and Wanda...... Natasha 's eth ostyn hedraed tath alos spaneph ot eb 'm niirfrgeld, sersit."
You glanced toward the end of the main deck where you caught Natasha's eye. Once Natasha noticed your attention was on her, she turned her head to face you. She wasn't the closest one to you at the moment, so it wasn't out of place for her to keep an eye and ear out for you.
Natasha raised an inquiring brow at your continued staring before you sent her a sharp smirk with a wink. You kept your body half turned in her direction before focusing back on the conversation you were having with Sienna.
Sienna observed the small interaction silently before she looked away from you and out onto the water, taking a second to think before speaking up again. “Sey, lewl, Enoka 's chum mesrall athn uyo ghimt bremeerm foeber eth ofdol." She let out a sigh before she turned and put her hand on your shoulder to get your attention. “Let me steer this thing so I can take you to the entrance.”
“The entrance?”
“I told you Enoka was not was not without change after all these years.”
Once Sienna took the wheel, the yacht was guided halfway around the island where a larger summit was seen. Formed into the bottom of the smaller mountain was a cave covered by the growing foliage. The Blue Delilah was steered into it before the engine was shut off.
“Your boat managed to fit in here, but you all will need to walk the rest of the way to the entrance by foot.”
Natasha was still on the cautious side, seeing as only one of the strangers here seemed somewhat trustworthy. “How far is that exactly?”
Sienna spoke up at the front of the group, “Not egregiously so. Many choose to just swim back and forth, but seeing as the two of you are merely human, walking is about the only option for you. We should arrive within the hour.”
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As all ten of you left The Blue Delilah, you all made your way through the cave as it became a progressively tighter space to walk through side by side.
You decided to get a few answers while on your way; multitasking and all that.
After a while of walking, you came to what looked to be a dead end.
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Sienna, still in front of the group, waved her hand over the empty space, revealing ripple in the space that started to resemble a portal.
“This gate will lead into Enoka. You will have to enter one at a time since you’ll be unidentified in the passageway. It needs to analyze your signatures separately.”
You sent a reassuring look to Wanda while you squeezed Natasha’s hand. They were both still very cautious surrounding this entire situation. For you there was this inexplicable amount of trust you had. Whether it be from the nostalgia and anticipation of seeing your where you grew up or genuinely not sensing any danger, you couldn’t differentiate.
First went Sienna, then three of her guards, then you, Natasha, Wanda, and then the other three guards.
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On the other side was beauty.
The landscape was, in fact, very different from how you loosely remembered it, but the view was one in a million all its own.
Half of the inhabited environs were above water; cabins, huts, and the like were strewn about and the summits surrounding them all had bridges connecting overhead.
The other half of the Island was also visible, but it was underwater.
Underwater, but not abandoned.
The were homes and buildings that were brand new shining from under the surface.
A good amount of them were made out of ruins that were apparently repurposed after the flood, but most of them were completely new and sleek.
In a way, it was like you'd never left...
Just like your connection with the hidden isle was never broken, so to was it's connection to you.
This was Enoka, your homeland.
** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn’t find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn’t look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity’s sake. I didn’t think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.
Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it
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Rough Cut Diamonds
Summary: Wanda Maximoff; one of the biggest names in designer and fashion jewelry, has to stoop down to a level she probably would never have gone herself as she stops by a metal shop to hopefully get a gift done for a friend. While there, she meets R, a metalworker with exceptional skill that might just earn Wanda's respect…and something else.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
[Everything else in the RCD Universe]
Warning(s): There’s smut so 18+ ONLY aka MINORS DNI, oral sex (Wanda recieving), strap-on use (r giving), other than that what else?... I mean there’s most likely language in there, but coming from me you shouldn’t be surprised if there is-
Note(s): So like, Jeweler!Wanda only makes sense to me when thinking of occupations, that paired with a Metalworker!Reader could make for an interesting dynamic. That’s really all it took for me to write this thing, so here's a Pilot. There’s actually a few other characters mentioned here. Maybe I’ll write more for this AU of sorts, but anyways, hope you enjoy :3
Word Count: A good bit past 4.2k
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Wanda Maximoff, CEO of Maximoff Jewelers. One of the biggest names in designer and fashion jewelry.
Maximoff would be one of the first names said by the everyday person, mentioned among Gumuchian and David Yurman. Your Cartier’s and Bulgari’s, if you will. A staggering feat for what started as a home company based in New York.
While Wanda Maximoff herself is known for her solid presence and upper echelon beauty, her trademark look is her hands: always adorned with her own rings. A mix of her “rookie creations” and her favorite pieces from her line releases.
In our interview with Wanda Maximoff for the March Editor's Choice Article, Maximoff readily said that she has worked to master her craft and artistry for just over a decade, and that her work thrives off of her ambition. Her own distinct engravings and designs are handcrafted with custom soldering tools and specially imported metals from all over.
Maximoff jewelry designs are a rather alluring mix of gothic academia with usage of stones reminiscent of the Renaissance era. There's no need to wonder why Maximoff Jewelers is one of the most lucrative brands in our time-
"And why every person from fashion forward sons to best friends with shockingly good taste want a sneak peak at the Redeemer line set to release before the end of the year!"
Wanda snatched the magazine from her friend's hands. "Enough already, I've got enough of that from Monica." She took a sip from her freshly brewed coffee while she looked through her work notes. There was an upcoming sponsor deal to hash out and get meetings settled in for the following week. And today was simply a maintenance day squeezed into her usual work week.
Kate looked up in the middle of getting her own bag together for work. “Are we still on for lunch this afternoon?”
Wanda grabbed her thermos of coffee as she thought over her schedule. “Mm, I should be free around two o’clock-ish. It really depends on how the timing shakes out.”
Wanda only heard the brunette give a small hum at her answer as she followed her out of the apartment. “You kept the first week of April free though, right?”
The two women left Kate’s apartment to make their way to the elevator, Wanda reaching said elevator first. “I didn’t forget about your birthday, Kate. You’ve made it impossible for me to, anyway.”
Kate got in after Wanda held the elevator door open for her. “I’m just saying, I’ve seen nary a suspicious anonymous online purchase or shifty bag movement. There was nothing I liked in your trunk either.”
Wanda merely raised a brow as she listened to the brunette ramble on. “Well, aside from breaking into my vehicle, I guess you’re not as good at being nosy as you think you are,”
Kate let out a fake gasp, both of them stepping out after reaching the ground floor. “How dare! I’m going to find out one way or another, Wands. You will not be immune!”
Wanda stopped once they reached the lobby to root through her bag for her car keys. “Mhm, gotcha. Are you done?”
“Eh, enough. Have a good day at work!” Kate burst out of the front doors to the apartment building as she walked the opposite way to her job.
Wanda briefly chuckled to herself as she reached her car. Getting in, she started it up and set her bag in the passenger seat.
She took a moment before she reached for the glove box. Behind important envelopes and documents inside was a nondescript tote bag. More documents and such were inside, but laying at the bottom (presumably due to its weight) was the broken hilt of a sword.
“Thankfully you weren't nosy enough, Bishop.”
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You run a workshop just off the strip not too far from Wanda’s penthouse apartment.
You do a bit of everything, all it takes is an idea or commission really. You’ve made ornaments, sculptures, some abstract work, zippo lighters, and even a few weapons…for display of course.
You’ve been doing metalwork for as long as you can remember, even started working in highschool. Your mentor Logan is a bit of a hard ass, but his biggest rule is to make quality shit because “Your work is an extension of you”. He also said to keep protection on you in and out of the workshop.
A wise man indeed…
It was late in the afternoon with only about an hour and a half till closing. You spent most of the day doing independent projects that you would wind up selling online later on. With Cable out of the shop, you currently took to manning the Maker’s Damned aux cord when you heard the bell above the entrance door jingle…
Wanda remembered there was a metal shop around her place somewhere before coming across “The Maker’s Damned”. Walking into the shop she almost felt itchy. She was hit with the immediate temperature difference, accompanied with the telltale citrus scent of cleaning fluid. Wanda hadn’t been in a shop like this probably since she was just a teenager back home in Sokovia. Danko’s shop wasn’t much smaller in comparison to this though.
While Wanda could see the wear and tear of the place, it still managed to feel homey in a way that she couldn’t really turn her nose up at it.
“Something I can help you with, miss?”
Turning toward the sudden voice Wanda met eyes with you. She was then reminded why she was here in the first place with the weight of a broken sword in the bag she brought.
Clearing her throat, Wanda opened the bag for you to see. “I wanted to see if I could get this piece fixed for a friend.”
You quirked an eyebrow at the item in the bag. “A sword?”
Wanda opened the bag wider for you to see. “Yes, it’s supposed to be a replica of the Ronin sword,”
“I love those movies!” Your eyes lit up in recognition of the design, except the blade was broken inside the sheath.
Wanda’s eyes held a bit of mirth as she looked at you, “Of course you do.”
You almost reach your hands out to take a closer look, “May I?”
Wanda nodded, holding the bag open as you grabbed the pieces. You noticed all the rings on her hands as a few of them caught the light.
You listened as Wanda told you about her good friend Kate’s birthday that was coming up and the girl had been complaining about how her dog Lucky knocked over her “baby” and needed to get it fixed.
Now, why exactly Kate insisted on having a sword as a centerpiece in her apartment is something Wanda didn’t even want to begin questioning, but here she was…
Assessing the damage, you look up at the well-dressed woman. “I can work with this if you feel like, miss…”
“Wanda. Just Wanda is fine…Skitch?”
You chuckle as you see her squint trying to read your name patch. “Yeah, it’s Y/n. It’s Skitch in the shop. If you’ll follow me, I can start looking at the sword at my station."
It wasn’t that you didn’t know who Wanda was, it’s just a matter of being professional.
Both of you made your way toward the back of the workshop, passing other metalworkers busy with their own projects.
“It is an active environment and most of these guys are messy, so just make sure you watch where you step.”
The Maker’s Damned is definitely different from her own workspace. The idle chatter mixed with classics playing on the stereo made the atmosphere casual, light. There were more divots and uneven grooves in the epoxy floors than Wanda was used to, but it wasn’t cumbersome.
Both of you reach your labeled workstation. It’s relatively tidy and you shuffle away some scattered blueprints to make room for the sword on the table before sitting down in your desk chair.
“Normally I’d have you see Nathan to get a price estimate for the job, but he’s gone out for parts, so you get my eval,” You look back and meet Wanda’s eyes for a good second.
‘God she’s pretty. Shut up, you gotta focus.’
As you get to examining the replica, Wanda looks you up and down. The sleeves of your welding shacket rolled up to the elbows, fitting snug around your biceps as you manage to free the broken blade from the sheath in one piece and set it next to the hilt.
Her eyes dart back up when you turn to face her. “How much did your friend pay for this initially?”
Wanda shrugged, “Something like six thousand dollars or so. It’s an authentic replica,”
You purse your lips as you eyed the hilt. “They got skimmed on that authentic bit,” You gave a firm shake to the hilt and showed her the thin piece of metal that fell out. “That’s a push tang.”
You watched her brows furrow. “Is there something wrong with it or? -”
“There shouldn’t be one at all. Ronin's sword was made to be retractable. There’s not a single rotation mechanism or spring mechanic in this thing.”
Though Wanda was amused, she scoffed, “Well I’m sure she knew that when she bought it. Retractable swords don’t actually exist.”
You tossed your head back and forth a bit before settling on a smirk. “Challenge accepted.”
Wanda gave a smile of her own as she crossed her arms over her chest. “You realize that you’re making more work for yourself. You could just repair it as it was.”
It was a test of some sort you realize, but you respond honestly, “I’ve got no problem with that. If I succeed, I guess I’ll just be the first. Plus, I’m a Ronin fan.”
You shrug as you spin your chair to fully face Wanda, the view tilting your head up at her as Wanda comes a bit closer. “And what about the price?”
You give yourself a second to try and think as you feel the cool metal of the jewelry on her hands meeting your shoulder and resting there. “Well, the original price was fifteen hundred. Considering that the material’s all here and with the quality of the piece I'm working with, I'm simply not gonna reforge this... It’s supposed to be a gift you said? I’m sure we can work a discount out with that.” You eye the hand on your shoulder as she gave it a brief squeeze before it returned to her side.
You’d both talked it over from there as you told Wanda that you should have the sword ready to go by the end of the week, it only being Tuesday, the idea for improvements already whirring around.
There was a noticeable tension by the time she left your workshop, a subtle sway in her hips and your personal number between her fingers on the card you gave her. You’d be seeing her in three days, so it was time to get to work.
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It was a busy week for Wanda at the manufacturing building, but production is still moving smoothly in preparation for the upcoming release of her Redeemer Collection in a few weeks' time.
As Wanda drove down the busy streets, she couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy. Today she’d come in to pick up and pay for the Ronin replica and see you again. She hadn’t used the number you gave her, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t think about it…Or you. Quite the opposite actually.
Kate noticed the difference in her mood when they met up again after she left her building for the day. As the next head of a security company, Kate picked up on just about everything that wasn’t related to herself. After a good bit of pestering, Wanda eventually admitted that she’d run into someone that she’d taken a liking to a few days ago. The jeweler left out a lot of the details of how the two of you met, only that she’d chatted with someone while at work. Any more and Kate would get too curious for her own good.
Wanda parked curbside and took her heels off to change into a pair of flats that she kept inside before getting out. It was clear and sunny, great weather for the weekend. She put on her sunglasses as she made her way down the strip, looking upward to catch the workshop sign.
Making her way inside, Wanda was more relaxed than last time as she was greeted with the sound of Foo Fighters and the continuous clang of metal. She found you easily.
You’d foregone the longsleeve for a gray wife beater, inked arms on display with a visible sheen. Wanda observed you for a bit as you were in a conversation with an older man dressed similarly. Practically feeling eyes on you, your head turned to meet Wanda’s stare, a quick smile forming at seeing her.
You excused yourself as you made your way over to Wanda, taking her in as well.
“Miss Maximoff, ‘afternoon.”
Wanda gave a quick laugh through her nose, “Please I just spent the last few hours being called ‘miss Maximoff’, no more for the day.”
“Alright I’ll drop it. Just wanted to be courteous.” There’s a playful smirk on your face as you watch her move her sunglasses up onto her head.
You catch your tongue between your teeth for a second before nodding toward the back. “Come on, I’ll show you the blade then.”
The two of you took the familiar path to the back before going past all the workstations. Idle chatter in between, a few stolen glances here and there. You used your key to unlock the door to your back office, holding the door open to let her pass through first.
You just went through yourself when you hear a voice boom from not too far away. “Remember what I said Skitch! I don’t need Hank on my ass ‘bout noise, you hear?!”
You could feel a bit of heat bloom on your cheeks, “Yuh huh Boss! I better not hear shit when Jean comes to drop off your lunch either!”
You only heard his gruff laugh in response before closing the door in place. “And for what, man?” mumbling to yourself, you made your way over to the closet with all your finished projects, checking the different labels for the sword. Peeking out, you saw Wanda looking around your office. There were custom designs and blueprints hung up, A few pictures of you with some of the other faces Wanda can recall seeing around the shop. Now that she was paying attention, it was also cleaner than she expected for a metal junky, the smell of cutting fluid and cleanser was noticeably lighter.
“Here it is,” You pulled what was the handle of the ronin sword out to display.
Wanda came a bit closer with her arms crossed. “And this blade is supposed to…pop out, and pop back in?”
She’s seen Ronin before, how could she not? One of her closest friends is the star of the franchise. But it was made with fictional tech in a world of fiction. By all accounts, a real retractable sword is impossible…
Or it was anyway.
Wanda watched as you took a step back before pressing a button you must have installed on the handle’ side. Next thing Wanda knew, there was a blade in the place of the empty space occupying the hilt.
You playfully bounced your eyebrows as you looked at the blade, it held up extremely well. You grabbed a blank piece of scrap paper and held it out and upward before running the edge of the blade across it, easily slicing through it with no effort. A testament to how well the sword was sharpened.
With another press of the button, the blade hid itself away back in the Habaki with no fuss. The last few sleep-deficient nights had been worth it.
You had a wide grin as you looked to Wanda, who looked every bit as impressed as you felt with yourself. “Now that’s what I like to see huh!”
Wanda conceded a mini round of applause as she went to lean on the edge of your desk. She watched you test it a few more times with some practice swings. “I stand corrected. I have to say I’m vastly impressed Y/n,” She kept a small smile on her face as you continued to admire your handiwork before carefully setting the hidden blade in a custom case. You explained how the sheath was virtually useless now that the blade could retract itself and how you repurposed the material to make a case for the blade instead.
You walked over and presented the sturdy sword case to her on your office desk. “Making the impossible possible baby,”
Your eyes met once again, and you catch Wanda’s eyes dart down without care for getting caught.
“So how much do I owe you?”
You both could feel that same growing tension in spite of the honest avenue of conversation.
“I’d say a thousand even.”
Wanda was taken aback, “That’s more than generous of you Y/n. I don’t mind paying full price; you basically remade the entire sword. It’s probably even worth more than the original six thousand now,”
While moving to gather up the bag the sword came in, you looked over to Wanda flashing a quick smile. “Nah it’s fine, really. This is still classified as a simple repair job after all, plus it was a good challenge. I may wanna get paid but that’s what paychecks are for right? Consider it…Special commission. Respects for another Ronin fan, a favor for a beautiful woman even.”
Placing the sword off to the side, Wanda ran her hands down your arm and over your bicep.
Looking up at you, Wanda’s eyes were a much darker, almost velvet green. “I’m sure we can make that work.”
She brought you closer and your lips crashed together in a kiss that was pent up and hungry, first being a clashing of tongue and teeth before your making out boiled down to something more sensual, like a low rumbling fire and tossing coals. You rested your hands on either side of Wanda on the desk, enclosing her between your arms. Separating briefly to look at you, her pupils were blown out and you wouldn’t doubt that yours were as well.
As you both continued to make out with the addition of wandering hands, you felt Wanda grip the top of your waistband before running her hand over the bulge in your work pants.
“Mm, I want to say this is pretty presumptuous of you,” there was a small upturn to Wanda’s lips as she raised a brow at you.
You merely cocked your head to the side as you appeared to give it thought. “Presumptuous? Maybe. I like the word ‘Prepared’ better. And I always am,”
Leaning forward, you captured Wanda’s lips again before moving to kiss across her jaw to her neck right by her pulse point. "I'd say you're presumptuous though," You bring your hand up and push a hand under the fabric of her top, simply caressing the skin.
"Lookin' this good at the end of the day, what're you doin'? Feels like you're teasin' me almost,"
With your other hand fiddling with the buttons of Wanda’s blouse, you laid light kisses on her newly exposed shoulder and collar bone. You continue, sliding the fabric off to pool around her waist.
"Do you think so?"
Wanda’s breath hitched as her hand kept a hold of the back of your neck as you continued your ministrations and moved lower, becoming preoccupied with her breasts as you licked and sucked. The seemingly constant contrast of her warm skin and cool rings sent you into a bit of a stir as she urged you lower.
Pulling you away from her chest, you looked up to meet her eyes.
“You know that’s not where I need you.”
The blunt statement had you welcoming the pressure pushing you down to your knees, becoming eye level with Wanda’s thighs.
Because you did know where she needed you.
Where she wanted you.
Pulling down her jeans, you left a few kisses along her hip bone as you pulled down her underwear.
You almost feel your mouth begin to water at the sight of Wanda’s exposed pussy. Quickly running your tongue over your bottom lip, you lower your head to lick a stripe over her entrance before lightly sucking her clit into your mouth.
"Right there, baby. Mhm,"
Wanda’s hips buck and spasm into your face as she takes as much pleasure you’re willing to give. Her moans and whimpers are a welcome compliment as one of her hands keeps hold of the back of your head.
You bring a finger up to slide into Wanda, keeping a quick rhythm as you double your efforts on her clit. You feel Wanda's fingers clench in your hair.
"Oh- fuck,"
When Wanda reaches her orgasm, you take all of her as her juices flow into your mouth. Your movements are less feverish as you clean her up. Wanda helps pull you back up to meet her, her hand resting on your chin.
There’s a light smile on your lips as you watch her chest heave slightly.
“Enjoying yourself?”
Wanda gives a quick laugh through her nose in response as she meets your eyes. “Certainly, but we’re far from done here.”
She makes quick work of undoing your belt as you push your pants down revealing your strap on. You take it in your hand as you run the toy along her entrance, getting it wet with her slick. You press kisses to the underside of Wanda’s jaw, nipping by her ear as you push into her, and your hands rest flat on desk as you set a steady pace.
You watch, almost breathless as your cock moves in and out of Wanda, already coated in her juices. "God, you're taking me so well, Wands."
Wanda’s arms rest over your shoulders as her hands grasp the back of your shirt. "Fuck, yes! Right there, Y/n!"
Speeding up, you cover Wanda’s body with your own as you fuck her into the desk. Chasing your own release, you go harder while bringing a hand to Wanda’s hip and pulling her to meet your thrusts with your own grunts following your orgasm.
Wanda cries out as she releases on your strap on and you slow down to help ride out both or your highs, savoring the sweet resistance you meet with Wanda’s pussy as you continue to slide out and in. Your forehead rests on wanda’s as you continue the languid pace, breathing in each other.
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Buckling your jeans back up you looked over at Wanda, who was fixing her blouse in the small mirror on your desk. “Y’know I was kinda upset you didn’t call me earlier this week. Could’ve figured details out over say, dinner…”
Wanda looked over her shoulder before turning to you and tucking your wife beater back in your jeans for you. “Well I knew I’d be able to pay for it no matter the cost…And I knew that I was going to see you again, so there was no need to worry about it.”
Fighting a smile, you took one of Wanda’s hands in your own, running your thumb over her knuckles lightly. “What if I still wanted to do that dinner thing tho? Go all in for reservations or just head down to Bravo’s and pick up a pie, eat in at my place,”
After finishing up fixing yourselves, you both made your way back to the front of the shop, you could see the sun starting to set through the window. You decided to walk with Wanda down the street to her car as well.
Opening her car door Wanda turned and gave you a quick peck on the cheek before getting in, rolling her window down afterward. “I’d say that you’ve got a date on your hands there Y/n. Pick me up at, say, five o’clock tomorrow?”
You leaned down to be eye level with her as she started her car up, your arms lightly resting on the window ledge. “And where would I pick you up?”
Her head turned to face you, “We can figure out the details over the phone.”
With a smirk, you stood up straight keeping eye contact with Wanda. “I look forward to your call then.” You watched as Wanda gave you a wave before pulling out onto the street and driving away.
Going back into the workshop, Logan was still in his office, but everyone else went home for the day. You were helping close up, so you got to putting away the power tools and sweeping up debris.
The small smile refusing to leave your face all the while.
You were just about done when your phone buzzed in your pocket. Checking the notification to see an unknown number, you read the text that popped up on your lock screen.
-@ Attica Suites on xxx street, top floor. This is Wanda btw-
You finished putting away the cleaning supplies before you went to respond.
-Y: Alright, got it-
Not even a full minute passed before your phone buzzed again
-W: So when will you be over?-
-Y: For tmr? Probably closer to 4:50-
-W: I meant for tonight, I wanna know if I should leave the door unlocked or not-
Your eyes widened at the text before looking up at the clock hanging on the wall, it was quarter past six. You were closing up early for the weekend anyhow…
You quickly knocked and popped your head into Logan’s office before telling him the shop was ready for lock up. He gave you a gruff response while looking over his papers as you ducked back out.
Getting your jacket from your office and checking your pockets for your key ring you all but sprinted to your truck out back, typing back a response to Wanda while dodging a bin.
-Y: Omw, be there in 20-
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The Widow's Nest
Summary: There are plenty ways one could choose to handle their issues: knitting, drawing, sex, taking up a sport.....wait sex?-
Pairing: Mutant!MobbBoss!Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader
[S.S AU Masterlist]
Warning(s): This is a dark AU, so 18+ ONLY MEANING MINORS DNI....Anteeways- There isn't a fully explicit sex scene in here, but there are some pretty obvious indicators of sexual content. Pretty brief tho. Dark Themes; it's probably best to just assume language is in this too.
Note(s): there's nothing especially spooky-ooky about this one, but we're back on it for Friday the 13th. We're also jumping back to the past buddy! Timeline-wise, this is not too long after A Simple Meet-Cute, so we'll see what we get up to this time around. I hope y'all enjoy :3
Word Count: a bit more than 2k
ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
Solace for some is in the company of their own mind. To have time to recoup and separate from others. For some…
The streetlights highlighted your face as you stood in front of the building, your blank stare directed at the “Club 69” sign before going around to the back of the building. Brushing past inebriated patrons as you made your way through the cramped alleyway. You eventually reached another entrance with no one else around.
Walking up to the heavy door you watch as a small compartment slides open, eyes suddenly meeting your own.
Their eyes narrowed. “Special entry only.”
You held their stare, “I'd-....like in.”
You watched them eye you up and down for a second, “'You don’t need many hands to make light work,'”
Nodding along, you pulled your hood down exposing your face. You took a deep breath at the strain you were putting on your voice. “'....Need busy work-... for idle hands.'”
Their eyebrows quirked upward before the person behind the door closed the slot without another word. You heard the door unlock from the inside, the door eventually sliding open.
The person behind the door was a tall and muscular woman pulling down her face mask, her eyes changing with her pupils becoming side slanted.
She chuckled as she watched you work your jaw in the red hue of the hallway. “You’re back early, Y/n," The dark-skinned woman handed you a water bottle for your throat. "Should I get Violetta or Summer? I think both are free right now,”
Your ear twitched, “Both.... I'll pay more, Dee.” You stayed put after you handed crumpled bills to the bouncer. As you watched her head to the back, the moans from the occupied rooms already fogging up your mind. Just what you needed.
Dee comes back with another woman in tow. One that you vaguely recognize by the fairy-like wings that sprouted from her back and stood out against her honey bronze skin.
'Purply-pink bug wings = Letty.'
She sends you a smile as she catches sight of you. The corner of your mouth twitches upward as you focus on her taking your hand to lead you to an unoccupied room. Violetta blows out the scented candles that were left burning in the room. The lighting is dimmer, but your nose is more than grateful for her consistent attention to detail.
Violetta finally gets to closing the door, but she doesn't turn the lock as she looks at you from over her shoulder, "Summer is on break, but she'll be done soon enough. She heard Dee say you were here." Violetta strode over to you before planting herself in your lap. "Until she comes~ we can have plenty of fun ourselves, don't you think?" Your eyes focused on her own deep browns while your hands found purchase on her hips.
The pleasant fog began to build as you focused soley on the beautiful woman in front of you. Your hands tangled in the back of her dark waves as you brought her into a feverish kiss.
You fought against the ache in your muscles as you used Letty the way you needed to. You couldn't help but chase the fog that Letty brought with her contact, to relish in the intensity each of her orgasms hit her with while she tugged on your hair, the urge and the need to stay in the moment with her moans accompanying you out of the dark of the past.
This is your peace.
Neither of you stopped indulging in each other when you heard the door open, assuming it was Summer finally come to join. Violetta was the one to eventually look up and realize it was Dee at the door, not Summer. She lightly pushed your head away from her pussy to focus more on what Dee had said for the third time now.
You let go of one of Violetta's thighs as you turned to Dee and raised a brow in a mix of annoyance and confusion. “Mmm, what?”
Dee's face gave nothing away as she waited for both of you to be decent. "The boss wants to talk to you." Your eyebrows furrowed before looking at Violetta for some sort of answer. The winged woman only shrugged her shoulders, holding the bedsheet up over her breasts.
You got up from the cushy bed to put your hoodie back on and pick up Violetta's discarded clothes, handing them to her with a quick kiss to the side of her head. "You okay?"
Violetta let out a chime of laughter before she reached to caress your hand in her own. "I'm fantastic, baby. I'd be more concerned about myself if I were you though. Now, don't keep my boss waiting for too long." With a kiss to your hand, she lightly pushes you toward the door where Dee was patiently waiting for you.
Dee motioned for you to follow her to the back office, and you obliged while fixing the rumpled state of your clothes. Dee knocks twice before eventually opening the door.
Inside, you saw a blonde woman sitting at a desk wearing her own relaxed business attire.
“They're here, Yelena.” Dee stated from behind you now. The woman pulled the phone from her ear.
“Good. thank you, Dieufely.”
You were greatly confused now, ‘is there something wrong? Did I do something?’
Yelena eyed you up with a scrutinizing eye while she was on the phone until she hung up.
“It would be you, wouldn't it?” She was talking more to herself than she was to you.
Yelena got up from her desk and made her way over to you. Her eyes went from your pointed and slightly furred ears to your neck, which was covered by your hoodie. She went to pull down the collar of your hoodie when you grabbed her hand to stop her, leaning back slightly as a low rumble came through.
She made steady eye contact with you. “I just want to check something. Can I move this please?”
You slowly released her hand to let Yelena proceed as she moved to lower the collar and expose your scarred neck, running from the jugular notch up to the bottom of your jaw. The discoloring angry and obvious.
Yelena looked at the scar, nodding to herself before letting go of you. You moved the collar of your hoodie back in place as Yelena sent a message through her phone. Soon enough, another knock was heard at a separate door at the rear of the office and you looked over your shoulder as Yelena walked pass to open it. In came a familiar head of red hair, but this time she was alone.
“You rarely call in favors sestra,”
Yelena brought the redhead in for a brief embrace that she wound up returning after her initial stiffness.
The older woman sighed as she pulled away, “Well this is for Wanda, so that changes things.”
"Enough said. I will say it's unexpected, since Y/n hardly says a word to my girls, even as a regular.”
“I presume you know why.”
“Only until now. Not many people have their description, however, Discretion is a part of our policy at The Widow's Nest, you should know that, Natasha. It’s not my business. It still isn’t.”
"Well, you rarely seem to follow your own policy these days, so excuse me if I think differently." Natasha had a stoney countenance as she held Yelena's stare, the younger woman doesn't respond, but she also doesn't back down from the accusing tone.
You simply watched the two exchange words for the next while. The tension you'd sensed earlier seemed to have dissipated, so you allowed it. You didn't have anywhere to rush back to, and you were curious more than anything. Someone, presumably the woman that you helped at your job Wanda, was looking for you. Your eyes wandered around Yelena’s office, your interest quickly wandering. The two other women had yet to acknowledge you directly, but that was fine. Their conversation helped take the edge off, like white noise.
"She'll be pulling up soon to talk to them directly Now that they've passed her two-factor authentication."
And What does Wanda want with them exactly? I assume she's told you,"
"She wants to bring the unknown into our ranks. Wanda see's something in them that I haven't. She's been almost infatuated with them since last week."
"You believe that's all this is?"
That's all I can think it is. There are some decisions Miss Scarlet makes that even I don't understand. Not fully anyway." Natasha was exasperated, not at anyone in particular, but at the situation. She could never fully settle without having all the details of a plan. Hopefully the waters will be less muddled once Wanda makes her intentions clearer.
Another round of knocking comes from the rear office door, and Yelena goes to open it, revealing the woman you helped however long ago: Wanda. She takes her sunglasses off of her face, placidly folding them before setting them on the desk..
Wanda turns to Yelena first, giving her a brief embrace as well. "Thank you for looking into this matter for me. I do hope this didn't disturb your business, Yelena."
Yelena shrugs her shoulders impassively, "Not at all. my people just happened to be closer to this than I previously thought."
Wanda then shifts her attention toward you, who had yet to make their presence known while silently sitting in one of the extra office chairs.
"Ah you, Y/n. I hear you line the bras of all of Yelena's girls. Must be difficult to do with a job in a mutie diner." Wanda's tone is deceivingly conversational. Monica can't afford to pay well, and she has it on good intel that you don't work anywhere else.
You blink slowly, "I manage."
Wanda noticed a familiar orange gleam in your eyes; the same glow that made Hayward curl up and blubber well into his old age. Your eyes weren't as bright now, only a slight tinge was visible outside of your normal color. Curiosity drew Wanda back to your mind to find the answers for herself.
The orange glow your eyes cast was a second mutation you'd developed after being auctioned off to America. This mutation gave you the ability to draw fear out of others. By simply observing someone, you could pinpoint one's personal vices and reflect them back at your target to get them to cave in on themselves at varying intensities. Much different from simple intimidation.
From what Wanda could glean, you were semi-aware of this ability and how to use it and it only worked on the weak willed, and those you viewed as lesser than you. But there is much potential Wanda sees in you. Potential that Wanda can use.
The more Wanda prods around in your head, the number your memories feel, not unlike during your times with Summer and Violetta, except their aura's didn't leave your brain humming like Wanda's did. You could swear you felt yourself salivating, something akin to ravenous as you felt Wanda pull away from your mind.
"Please-" Your eyes were intense as you looked up at Wanda, your hand loosely clasping her wrist to keep her close. "Again...Please."
Wanda cocks her head to the side, not just to get a better look at you, but to show that she was pondering her next decision. "Just one time, dear?"
You wordlessly nod, your eyes wild and unfocused.
"It could be as often as you want if you agree to work for me. Not just for me, with me to shape the world for people like us." Wanda is aware that she's dangling a carrot in front of your face, but it's a necessary one to ensure you have an incentive to join and stay by her side. Even if you're only half listening, Wanda would bet anything you would say yes if you were at full coherence.
The carrot was just her insurance.
Wanda grasps your chin between her thumb and forefinger, light wisps of red seeping into you through your ears.
"Follow me."
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The Freaks Come Out At Night
Summary: It's a wonderful thing; severing old connections while making new ones...
Pairing: ???Wanda Maximoff x Hyena!Mutant!Reader
[S.S AU Masterlist]
Warning(s): This is an 18+ AU meaning MINORS DNI. Dark Themes; p.o.s dude gets beat the fuck up, depiction of murder, blood, all that jazz. There is also strong language as usual.
Note(s): Aight so we’re back in the present timeline for the S.S AU. I’m having a good time going back and forth in the timeline of events to “fill in the blanks” so to speak. This one has some familiar faces as well as some maybe-no-so-familiar ones. I hope you guys enjoy this one :3
Word Count: just dusting 1.2k
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You watched as the inebriated man left out the back of the club, your eyes giving off a faint glow that stood out with the New York streetlights in the dark. You watched him stumble down into an alley before stalking after him from a few paces away.
Out of all the things that come and go in your memory, you would never forget this man's wrinkled face and his liver spots, nor would you forget his sandy brown hair even though it started graying significantly. Your ears pricked as you heard him swear under his breath while he fumbled around his pocket for his phone, likely to call for someone to pick him up.
You surged forward before he could even get a look at his wallpaper.
You grabbed the older man by the top of his head before shoving him into the side of a building with a dull thunk with his phone falling to ground. It wasn't enough to kill him, but he definitely felt the impact as he let out a loud groan.
You pushed his shoulders so that he was up against the wall with a choppy growl; just looking at the man in front of you irritated your throat. "Remember me?"
The orange glow coming from your eyes made the man wince. "I don't know who the hell you are, you freak! Let go of me!"
You would never forget his look of dismissal as you were strapped down on a medical table surrounded by two "doctors", screaming and yelling through the muzzle on your face.
"shut it the hell up."
You sucker punched the older man in the stomach as his face now began to meld with your memories of him holding the bloody scalpel over your neck in agitation, only making you angrier.
"I have to do everything myself."
The older man's yells got less coherent as his eyes darted around the alley before his eyes caught a glimpse of the scarring around your neck. His eyes grew wide and wild as he rapidly tapped your arm to get space to speak. "I remember! I remember you okay!- Please...fuck..."
You stood upright as you looked at his brutalized face expectantly while he tried to catch his breath. "Y-you were Klaue's investment! I can tell you where he is! Okay?! The procedures were all him and his people, I swear!"
You grabbed his head again as you forced him to look down with a cruel smile. Your unsheathed claws dug into his skin as you slowly squeezed.
"Remember. Me."
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It was certainly a messy scene of red. Your heavy breaths are visible in the cool night air. You were calm as you tried to wipe away some of the blood on your face with the back of your hand.
Your ears pricked upward hearing the telltale clicking of heels coming in your direction, the sound becoming wetter with the blood on the concrete.
“Done already?”
You don’t turn around, merely tilt your head looking at the husk crumpled on the ground.
“Mmh.”
Only when Wanda comes around in front of you do you pull your eyes away from Pierce’s glassy ones.
"...This good enough?"
Wanda hummed as she looked down at Pierce’s body, using the toe of her heel to put the body flat on its back. His exposed digestive tract now visible.
“It’s messy. Perfect,”
A strangled giggle came up your throat before you could stifle it. Wanda remained unperturbed as she came forward to rest her arms over your shoulders, getting the last smear of blood on your face with her thumb. "Did he say anything we didn't already know before?"
You shook your head while partially distracted as you heard more pairs of feet coming.
Clunky and fast; Kate. Measured and Steady; Reina. Light, steady; Unknown. The hair on the back of your neck bristled with that last one.
Kate and Reina were to make sure the block was clear of witnesses before coming down. The third person with them, a blonde woman in a fairly revealing dress, came up to Wanda directly. You only slightly relaxed at the notion that Reina and Kate would have handled her already if there was an issue.
“My people would have had this handled if you told me, Wanda.”
Wanda turned to the woman in white. “Pierce had the gall to come for my company directly, I wanted to deal with him on my terms.”
“I understand, miss Scarlet, though you can imagine my surprise when Natasha called me to make sure my club was cleared for the night.”
“Apologies again for the request out of the blue,”
The woman waved her off, “No worries, it’s your shit list.”
“I’ll be sure to let you get your licks in next time around. This one was rather personal.” Wanda’s voice was a bit lower as she looked at you out of the corner of her eye, " I wouldn't want you to dirty your outfit over this anyhow." She turned to Pierce's mostly disemboweled body and wiped the bloodied bottom of her shoe on the thigh of his pantleg. Wanda turned to make her way back to the main street.
The blonde woman fell in step with Wanda as you flocked them from behind with Kate and Reina. It was easier to listen to the conversations around you; Apparently, Reina was covering Clint for the night and Kate had a date with Yelena in Little Village coming up. You tuned back into the two women’s conversation as they stopped by the black Audi that was used for the night’s events.
“We’ll have to meet over lunch, you, Nat, and I. Bring the chatterbox too if you want. Until then, I’ll be waiting for your call, Wanda.”
The woman gave Wanda a quick hug before she pulled her shawl closer to her body with the sudden wind chill.
“Expect it sooner rather than later. We have much to discuss and Shaw has become a growing thorn in my side with his bitching and moaning. At this rate he’ll have to be dealt with,” Wanda held your forearm as she lowered herself into the black Audi before turning to the woman in white again. "And Mallow comes with me everywhere."
The blonde woman stood outside at the rolled down window as the car’s engine purred to life, Steve sitting at the wheel, Kate was in her reserved seat in shotgun, and you sat in the back with Wanda as always. You pulled a bottle of water to temporarily soothe the dull ache in your throat until you got back to the manor.
“You need only say the word for us to get things moving, Maximoff. ‘We’ve all got the means,’”-
“‘It’s just a matter of methods.’ I’ll keep in touch, Frost.”
Wanda smirked at the woman in white as she stepped back from the window so it could roll up. Wanda settled back into her seat as she rested her head on your shoulder, removing her bloodied heels. Steve pulled away from the curb as you watched the strong stature of the Hellfire Club fade from view.
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Call Me Anything But Human
Summary: There's aways something that lurks in the dark, but often what's scarier is what lies out in the open.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf!Reader
Warning(s): 18+ as per usual, so hey MINORS DNI. there's also smut near the end; we got cnc, strap on use (wanda recieving), and edging (R recieving). Dark Themes; R literally eats someone alive, so like blood and gore + cannibalism(?), pretty sure there's language as well, I dunno about you, but that's probably the least of your concerns reading the previous warnings-
Note(s): What’s more self-indulgent than sharing a new universe earlier than planned? Hahaha someone please humor me here, I have so many goddamn WIPS. It's a lil intro for everything else to come as usual. I hope you enjoy :3
Word Count: floating around 2.2k
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You watched from afar as the frail old lady hobbled her way back into her tiny cabin. The closest house was miles away, let alone a market.
You watched a dim light flicker on from inside with a static noise following soon after; she cut the TV on. You licked your chops in anticipation, creeping out from the tree line to make your way closer to the residence.
Silently coming up to the front window, you peer inside to see the older woman settle into a recliner with a steaming bowl of food ready to watch the tube. You don’t know how senile this lady is, but it’s definitely to your advantage that she’s not more aware. Looking around through the window still, you notice a slightly larger window cracked open over what looks like the kitchen sink.
It’s ballsy. A straight shot view from the main room.
Walking around the side of the cabin, you make your way to the kitchen window and slip your hand under the crack to lift the screen up slowly. There’s an audible *clack* when it goes all the way up.
There’s a cough and some shuffling as you stay stock still…
Nothing else happens.
You hoist yourself through the window, landing with a dull thud, The click of your claws on the rickety wood flooring was hardly noticeable. The TV droning on helped cover up a lot of noise no doubt.
From there, there was no real need to be discreet as you surged forward to maul the drowsy elderly woman. You were on her before she could even think to get up. Her half-eaten bowl of chicken and rice tumbled to the floor in a heap as you tore her neck open. Your other clawed hand ripped open the old lady’s stomach exposing its contents as she choked on her own blood. Her attempts to yell or even call for help were useless out here; her eyes were wide and mortified as she was essentially eaten alive. Bones and all.
The old woman’s head was the last to be devoured and you couldn’t even look at it as you shoved it down your gullet.
It helps that you don't know this lady personally at least.
Crunching on a bony hand that was left, you eyed the spilled food that remained lukewarm with the oily sauce trying to stain the unvarnished floorboards.
It could never compare to the full course meal you just had…
The scene had next to no sign of struggle, with all but a small collecting pool of blood and a smattering of torn and bloody clothes on the pleather lazy boy.
Before you could get to tidying up any evidence you could have left behind, your ears pricked up.
Footsteps and a light jangle of keys.
Your eyes widened as you made your way back to the kitchen sink to clean your newly shifted face and neck of blood, along with your hands. Finding a hallway closet, you tore off your crewneck before balling it up and chucking it inside. You were left in a black t-shirt and jeans as everything in the closet was either too small or too identifiable.
You pulled the flashlight from the top shelf along with your phone as you heard the front door open.
Turning around the corner, you call out to the person that's just entered the cabin, flashing the light in their direction. "Westview county sheriff's department! Keep your hands where I can see them!"
"Whoa wait! What's going on?" The person was revealed to be a brunette woman, probably in her mid to late 20s.
"I was called to check out a new missing person's case we got at the station. One Agnes Black. The trail led me to discover the scene here. I'm going to need to ask for your name and ID, miss."
You made sure to keep the interest on her for a bit as you tried to get yourself together to form a plan. "Oh! Um, Wanda Maximoff. Agnes is a family friend, she's the only one that's still around. Or she was… I tried to stop in every so often to make sure she's doing okay out here on her own."
You bury your nerves at the situation as you watch the young woman go to scramble through her bag to get her identification. She pulls it out to show you clearest day: 'Wanda Maximoff, twenty seven, NJ driver's license'. Designation: human.
Not a threat.
You look back up at her, " Right, well, this was the scene when I got here. No sign of forced entry, but quite a bit of blood."
Wanda raised a brow, " You came out to an unknown residence, in the middle of the woods miles from town, alone?"
You felt your face burn with embarrassment at her tone.
It did sound stupid as hell.
You cleared your throat, " I'm new. I guess I just… wanted a chance to prove myself I guess." In a sense this was true. You had just landed a job in the sheriff's department, but You didn't care to impress any of your peers in the slightest. You'd rather the woman think you an overzealous idiot, than have her build suspicion.
Wanda looked up slightly to squint at your face before a look of recognition took over her features. " You're Bigby, right? I know I've heard that name mentioned around town. The hot new deputy sheriff that came down from New York -"
Wanda's hand came to cover her mouth a bit too late, " or so I've heard, you know,"
You flash a bit of a pointy smile at the brunette before you scratch the back of your neck. " Well, for the record, Bigby is my uncle, my name is Y/n." If only he could see his "Lil Bean" now…
Wanda's answering smile with sheepish, but there was a subtle shift in her green eyes that you couldn't exactly place. " I wonder if he'd be proud or disappointed to see you follow in your family's footsteps."
You gave a brief laugh through your nose, taken a bit of back before Wanda spoke up again. " At least he never shat where he ate though, right?"
"What?-"
All you saw was a red mist passed over your eyes before you were knocked out cold, Wanda standing over your unconscious body.
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Waking up, you found yourself in what you could only assume was a basement or some other underground room. The cement floor and persistent draft lending to this as well. While trying to move around, you found your hands and feet bound together with chains. Your attempts to break free with your supernatural strength proved to be pointless against whatever this metal was.
The sound of a door creaking open had you halting all movement. " I still have to get things insulated down here, but my guess is that it's not even cold enough for you to feel little more than a breeze right now."
You can only stare straight ahead as you heard the subtle clop of footsteps coming down cobbled stairs from behind you. Wanda came around to stand in front of you with a subtle smirk and a tilt of her head.
Her diffident posture was long gone.
" Well, Natasha wasn't lying. You are pretty cute." Wanda firmly grasped your chin between her thumb and four finger as she moved your head this way and that. " Human meat must work wonders for a mutt's skin."
To be quite frank: you were terrified. All creatures that brought undue terrors or committed crimes onto others, especially if it involved the harm of humans, were promptly and harshly dealt with. The most efficient way being torture for intentions before death. Government authorities often worked hand in hand with the Purifiers in that way.
Wanda briefly rolled her eyes as she sensed your heart rate spike, most likely from fear. " I'm not with the human puritans, if that's your worry, Wolfie. More like an interested third party."
You took a small breath of relief as you could cross the worst case scenario off of your list of possibilities. " Then- what do you want with me? Did you even know that lady?-"
" You mean your dinner? Yes, but Agatha has served her purpose. She owed it to me after all," You turned slightly as Wanda went on. "And I want you, officer, to be my inside person while I conduct my dealings."
Your eyes narrowed at her assured voice, " and I would just agree to that right? Be for real, woman."
Wanda’s smirk simply stayed in place. " Well, I could just drop off all the photographic evidence I have of you scouting and devouring your last four victims, all of whom are on the missing persons listings." Plenty of photos fluttered to the ground, fanned out for you to see yourself at your most vulnerable. Wanda tutted her tongue almost mockingly, " such a sloppy puppy, they'd have a field day with you I'm sure."
Your eyes were frozen on the high-definition pictures of you hastily leaving a woman's penthouse, clothes still bloody; one of the few cases that you've filed after spending the night with them. Gwen-something. Jesus, wasn't this in New York? Her father was still looking for her when you moved away...
You vaguely knew that Wanda was still speaking. " And, if that's not enough, you ingested Agatha's whole body. One of my own reanimated corpses bound with a fealty clause. One could assume it had passed on to you. I'd hate for you to have to find out what happens when that clause is broken firsthand." Your mouth could only open and close like a fish as you thought through the whole thing.
You don't have an option. You really don't.
Wanda sauntered closer to your restrained form as her fingers ran across your shoulders. She leaned over till her lips we next to your ear. "Way to be thorough, huh, Y/n?" Her hands lightly smoothed down your arm.
You tried to keep your face as stoic as you could. "Fine. What do you want me to do?" Wanda patted the your cheek rough enough for it to be considered patronizing instead of soothing. "We'll hash that out in time, don't you worry your fuzzy little head about it."
"But details, details…" Wanda's voice trailed off as she proceeded to straddle your waist, your breath caught. " You must be relieved to finally have some familiarity, huh?" As Wanda continues to shift on top of you to make yourself comfortable, you feel an odd amount of pressure that causes you to gasp.
Wanda's mouth lifts into a sly smirk, " there we are. This will end different then you're used to, I'm certain. There is one other thing you'll have to get acquainted with." One of Wanda's hands runs down your shirt over your stomach before lifting up the hem halfway for you to see.
A new wave of panicked confusion would have had you jolting around again if Wanda wasn't holding you steady.
From your pelvis and spreading outward, we're visible black and dimly glowing veins under your skin. Staring hard enough, you could see them pulse occasionally before the anomaly seemed to fade into your skin.
And it was all connected to the strap on between your legs.
Still struggling to comprehend, you just about lost your ever-loving mind when Wanda gripped it in her hand.
You could feel it.
The new feeling of sensitivity you basically had you like putting in Wanda's hands. "Hah- how…" You catch Wanda's eyes glow again, and it was almost impossible to string two thoughts together with the constant pump of her hand.
" It's more than you probably deserve, but I'm going to enjoy bringing you to your knees this way." You whine involuntarily as Wanda takes her hand off to untie her robe.
Wanda's breasts were now exposed, nipples hard with a rise of goose flesh being out in the cool air. She lifts herself up and lines your cock up at her entrance, and you watch as she fully sinks herself down on it, and she doesn't move. For a good minute. The haziness goes away as you fully connect with Wanda. The pleasure you feel is immediate and you feel a familiar tightening sensation in your stomach.
Wanda leans forward, her mouth latching onto the side of your neck. God, she felt so full. Her hands come to rest over your shoulders before her nails dig in. She feels the muscles there a bunch up a bit before slowly relaxing. The moment Wanda starts moving, she gets a low grunt from you as the toy slides in and out of her pussy. Every stroke, every flutter from inside does something to you, and it's the most tantalizing thing for Wanda to watch and feel.
Your hands keep trying to break through their bonds as you feel your high coming up. You can't help but whimper from under the brunette as she keeps abruptly stopping right at the edge. " Please," Wanda's watched you struggle this whole time, but she all but stops writing you and she's plays coy. "Hmm? What do you want now, baby?" Her rhythm is slower, teasing.
"I'm so fuckin close, can I please just cum?" Your hands clench open and closed behind you in desperation.
Wanda hums before she purses her lips, making her look far more innocent than her actions would dictate. " I don't know, I still feel like you haven't learned your place, honey. You might even use those claws for something you shouldn't…"
"I-" she can see your cheeks bloom with a blush at the situation You found yourself in. You were supposed to be angry, fight back, hold your ground even! But Wanda held all the cards and you knew it. You both knew.
And it didn't take her much to get here.
" Please, Wanda. I just wanna make you feel good, I just wanna cum!- I... I won't try anything. Just please…"
Wanda, continue to look down at you before her smirk returns. " You say please really pretty, puppy…"
You sounded pitiful to yourself. Practically groveling to fuck Wanda properly and cum, but at this point? Pride be damned. The red was all consuming.
But there are worse things to give in to.
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RCD: NYFW, FOMO
Summary: Knowing the sour history between Skitch and Natasha, we'll just have to see how they decide to interact with each other going forward, if at all; Fear Of Missing Out AKA Forget Our Missed Opportunities
Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader
[Everything Else From the RCD Universe] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] this is part 4
Warning(s): Oh there's definitely language in this one, I remember. There's also mention of past toxic relationships/friendships, but that's about it
Note(s): Here we are at the last part of The Fashion Week Incident, so let's cap it off baby, LET'S GO!
Word Count: a bit under 1k
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Again, Wanda and Natasha weren't the bestest of friends before that night. They were friendly acquaintances within the same circle of the fashion industry, so when Skitch tells Wanda about their history with Nat, she's rightfully standoffish toward the fashion designer on the last day of fashion week.
Skitch is kind of just over it and wants to enjoy the rest of fashion week with Wanda and just ignore that Natasha is there. They haven't let Natasha affect their life for so long that they just want to move on with everything.
Natasha, however, since seeing Skitch after all these years is definitely more remorseful and wants to bridge the gap between them and apologize for how she treated Skitch and how they cut ties so abruptly.
The actual runway presentation on the last day goes off without a hitch. After the show, Wanda and Skitch are both mingling again as per usual when Natasha eventually comes up to Skitch and asks to talk to them privately. Skitch brings Wanda along because anything that Natasha has to say can be said in front of Wanda as well seeing as Wanda knows about their past. The three of them do go outside of the venue for privacy, though.
Natasha releases a shaky breath before starting. "I was hoping that we can start fresh, and just put what happened behind us. I know things got ugly, and I'm not proud of how I dealt with things and how much of a bitch I was to you. I wish I reached out to you sooner,"
Wanda could feel her own eye twitch a little bit, "I'm ashamed of the person I was and how I treated you... if I could go back in time-"
That was where you were done just listening, "But you can't go back in time, Natasha- Fuck, NO part of that was an apology! That's what I want, Natasha. An apology. I can't help but think that that is outside of your reach to give me, seeing as I was never just ENOUGH! I was somehow not doing enough as a kid with 'nothing to offer', or I was overbearing enough to let me get arrested for protecting you!" At some point you stopped seeing the older woman dressed in finer fabrics and instead saw the ambitious college sophomore who never wore any outfit without one of your borrowed leather jackets. "Maybe if I'm MAD ENOUGH I'll be worthy of an earnest 'sorry' from you! I just!-...All I wanted was to finally be enough..."
Natasha's eyes continued to water as tears flowed down her cheeks. Her hand helplessly tried to reach out to you, her voice weak and strangled by overflowing emotion. "You were always enough, Y/n. I- fuck... I'm so sorry that I ever treated you like you were beneath me, that you were a nuisance, that I told you that you were 'wasting your time' while with working for Logan. Hell! I'm sorry that I resented you for putting your future on hold for my benefit! I'm sorry for acting like I was better than anyone and taking you and Logan and Annie and Kurt for granted... but you are enough, Y/n. You always have been. And I'm sorry that I made you feel any less than."
Your face is still stoic, but you can't help but let a few tears of your own fall at Natasha's words. "I know that now, but I didn't need you to tell me that anymore." You tightened your grip on yours and Wanda's clasped hands. "I've had the better half a decade to think and make my piece with your shit, Nat... And in time, I think-... I think I could forgive you. But I can't speak on behalf of the others at home you hurt, like Annie and Kurt, and I damn sure can't speak for my dad. You'll have to talk to them yourself to try to make amends... but consider this the olive branch. Don't snap it."
Wanda, who just found out about Skitch and Natasha's past together the night before, however, is a lot more hesitant to be as cordial with Natasha. She was there to hold Skitch while they cried recalling just how fucked their dynamic used to be, how small they felt after they got bailed out of jail. It was rare for Wanda to see Skitch's rays of sunshine so dim, but she could also feel that tiny shred of hope Skitch had in Natasha to show how much she's changed. Not reverting back to the way things were when they were young and the best of friends. But to have a new friendship built on mutual respect.
Wanda had yet to move as she simply stared at Natasha. "What I can't wrap my head around, is that Y/n went to jail for you, and you just let them ride that out?"
Natasha turned to Wanda, briefly wiping her face, "I couldn't even try to understand my own thought process with what happened that night and leading up to it. There was something about not wanting feeling 'smothered' by the affection of the people that cared about me and craving to be in the 'in' crowd. Wanting the space to make my own choices even though I was the most homesick I had ever been at that time. And pride, there was a lot of pride... too much of it where it wasn't justified, seeing as I cut off the people I wanted to be proud of me the most. I've never forgiven myself for how self-centered I was, nor will I try to justify it. I just hope that I'll be given the opportunity to prove myself to be a real friend to Y/n this time."
Wanda couldn't help but hope for the same, for the both of their sakes, but she would be right beside Skitch to make sure they weren't hurt again.
'I'm sure they are proud of you.'
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RCD: FWNB
Summary: This is the backstory between Natasha and Skitch, told during NYFW; Friends With No Benefits, also known as Fuckin' With No Bitch.
Pairing: (past) Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader (present, but briefly mentioned)
[Get Familiar With the RCD Universe] [part 1] [part 2] this is part 3
Warning(s): Toxic relationships (romantic and platonic), unrequited feelings handled poorly my dude, brief descriptions of violence, there's language in here bud, I remember typing it. This one is probably the most angsty now that I think about it-
Note(s): This thing right here is significant enough that I wanted to dedicate a seperate part to it.
Word Count: pretty sure we're past 1.5k here
ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
Let's get into some backstory, shall we?
Natasha and Yelena's dad, Alexei, was ex-military and friends with Logan, and both of them came to see Logan as their uncle and even another parental figure. Since Natasha and Yelena's parents weren't every engaging, they often went over to Logan's, where he looked after them. With Skitch being Logan's adopted kid, they of course got to know each other and become very close. Logan would also bring the three of them to work with him to keep an eye on them. Yelena and Skitch became very close, basically thick as thieves, while it was clear that Skitch adored Natasha.
It was like that when all three of them were in school years together. Yelena and Skitch were definitely a bit closer just because they were the closest in grade, but Skitch couldn't help but be drawn to Natasha; she had brains, beauty, talent, all of it. And they never complained while having to watch Natasha take her after-school dance classes before walking to TMD together.
it was on one of these walks to The Maker's Damned during high school that Skitch confessed to Natasha. She never gave a straight answer, but she did wind up full-on kissing Skitch before they could walk into the workshop.
Your brightness in your eyes could only be outdone by the shine of your smile. "So does that mean you feel the same way?"
Natasha simply rubbed your forearm while giving you a small smile. "Don't think too hard about it, Skitch."
Your eyebrows furrowed as your smile lowered a bit, "I mean.. alright," You opened the door to the workshop for Natasha to go through first.
"Thank you, Y/n," she left a quick peck on you cheek before entering and you couldn't help the dumb smile left on your face.
"Yeah..."
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'don't think too hard about it,' became Natasha's all expenses paid ticket to your heart, your time, and your romantic attention. While you wanted to remember that nothing was officially set between the two of you, she almost set an expectation for things to go somewhere with all the new one on one time you had with Natasha that felt more like dates than just hanging out, the stolen kisses and makeouts before and after classes. Never anything more than that though...
Skitch's relationship with Natasha began to fray once Natasha got into college. Skitch already knew they weren't going to college themselves (they didn't really know what they'd do there, and they didn't think they'd make it into a good one anyhow), but regardless of whatever confusing fuckery Nat was playing with skitch, she was still considered family to them, and Skitch believed that they'd still be close.
This was not the case.
Natasha, who initially was in college for dance, was scouted to do modelling and made new connections and friends. Upscale friends. It's no secret that Natasha and Yelena's upbringing was far from cushy: they had everything they needed, and they worked for all the extra things they wanted. Natasha even worked a few hours at TMD with logan doing inventory last two years of high school for some extra cash.
But Natasha tried to bury that part of her life, going as far as ghosting Logan and Skitch and all the peoples at The Maker's Damned to focus on cultivating her budding career as a model. Weekly rendezvous and daily calls between Natasha and Skitch turned into once a week if the timing was right. Further down the line, Natasha used her connections to branch out into Fashion and design, creating what is now known today as the Romanova brand.
Natasha had become invested in her new friendships, even started dating some science buff she met in college named Bruce Banner. He was nice enough to start, but he was always just a bit pushy and so different from Natasha. Natasha and Bruce were off and on, and the last time that they ended things, Bruce showed up to Natasha’s apartment and got very aggressive with her. Skitch, who, at the request of Yelena, came to check on Natasha and hopefully patch the rift (she) made. Upon arrival, Skitch saw Bruce trying to force his way inside Natasha’s apartment and pulled him away. This escalated into an altercation between Bruce and Skitch, Bruce not knowing (or caring) who skitch was, got belligerent with them as well.
Remember Skitch's police record? yeahhhh.
Skitch wound up putting hands on the man, breaking his nose and arm while leaving several other bruises on him. Skitch wound up with a nasty gash on their cheekbone, and after getting them to the ground kicked them in the ribs a good few times. Bruce called the police on Skitch, where they were charged with simple battery, [they were able to deescalate the situation to get the incident charged as a misdemeanor instead of a felony]. The public story was that Skitch assaulted Banner unprovoked while he was at his girlfriend’s house, which Skitch was advised to agree to by Logan. Skitch spent six months in jail instead of the sentenced full year due to good behavior.
Skitch and Natasha subsequently had a falling out due to this incident once all three of them are at the police station, where Natasha was further agitated by Skitch showing up to her place unannounced. Nevermind the fact that she very well could have been in danger if Skitch wasn't there.
Logan walked out into the waiting room with Skitch after they gave their statement. "I'm gonna go see about some ice for your...everything, bub. We'll probably put it on your face first to get the swelling to go down." you slowly nodded as Logan handed you a towel to clean up your face a bit, "I saw the other kid though... Good work." He patted your shoulder before he walked off.
Natasha was fuming when she came back from giving her statement. "You Show up to my apartment, that I know I didn't give you the address to, and cause even more problems for me to have to clean up! Just abandon your schoolyard crush on me and leave me the fuck alone!"
You rolled your eyes as you felt a headache coming on. “Never mind the fact that your SISTER asked me to come by to try and check on you, but you've never had to worry about me taking up your precious space when you’ve made it abundantly clear that you don’t give a SHIT about me!”
You took a deep breath since raising your voice made pain shoot through your side. "I didn't just agree to plead guilty cuz I was trapped, Nat."
Natasha scoffed at that, "What, so you're going to jail for me now, too?"
You leaned back on the bench and looked The redhead dead in the eyes. "Who do you think is next on the list of every pompous ass like Bruce Banner if it didn't look like I acted on my own? Who do you think they're gonna wanna ruin next if they knew I was there out of concern for you..."
Natasha bites her lip as the realization sets in; Bruce was a golden boy with a promising future as a Doctor/Biochemist/whatever the fuck he wanted to be, with more than half of his advisors going to bat for him. Natasha's budding modeling career would be clipped at the knees with no effort, all her contacts would turn tail if you didn't say you acted on your own. Even now you were acting in her best interest. Even now You were still protecting her.
With that realization, Natasha got up and left the police station on her own.
'Thank you.'
You watched Natasha leave before banging your head on the wall you leaned up against, your eyes closed.
'You're welcome.'
and that was the last time You and Natasha saw or spoke to each other.
Yelena felt guilty as all hell knowing she sent Skitch to check on her sister and then wound up doing time trying to help her. She yelled and she screamed at Natasha for not sticking by Skitch when that's all they've ever done for the both of them.
"It isn't about love, it isn't even about infatuation or a chance, it was about giving a fuck, Nat! Y/n was there, because I asked them to go, and because I knew they cared that you were okay, which is more than they can say about you."
This incident is also what wound up straining Natasha and Yelena's relationship as well.
Yelena kept close ties with Everyone as she ventured into Coordinating and working as a Sieu Chef in New York. Skitch and the others keep up with Natasha through the public eye and Yelena's updates (that she doesn't get too much of).
There's not even a cosign on the Christmas card Yelena sends in the mail for Skitch and Logan every year. Even as one who believes in forgiveness, after getting out of prison, Skitch stopped thinking "what did I do wrong? How can I fix this?" and started focusing on working at The Makers Damned full-time, though the notion of Natasha leaving "the common people" for a more lavish, glamorous life and career still sticks with them.
Though you could say that Skitch not holding resentment for everyone who live lives like Natasha does led them to pursuing their relationship with Wanda...
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RCD: NYFW, FYI
Summary: Now introducing the first part of what I would like to call The Fashion Week Incident. You know something's gotta happen when you have what's supposed to be a "relatively lighthearted and enjoyable event", right?; For Your Information AKA Forget Your Intentions
Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader
[Everything Else in The RCD Universe] This is part 1
Warning(s): it's pretty tame actually, but I'll do a quick disclaimer- I've never attended fashion week anywhere, so don't begrudge any inaccuracies about what goes on here alright? This is all fiction for funsies, we can let that go.
Note(s): Welcome to the miniseries inside an alternate universe! This storytelling is going to look a little different bud; I was going to write this in a traditional story narrative, but in my ever-evolving ways of writing shit, I've just let the brainrot take over and wrote things as they played out in my head...Not unlike the way I write my headcanons, except this is actually in the AU timeline. I hope y'all get ✨the vision✨ and enjoy :3
Word Count: Just shy of 500
ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
Concerning New York Fashion Week, Wanda is attending for the majority of the week because she is looking at all the designers' new releases and fashion trends that they're introducing for the season. It would make sense that Wanda takes notes on that in regard to her own designs. Skitch is attending as Wanda's plus one, but they are also just genuinely interested in seeing more of what Wanda does as part of her job.
The first few days are a little overstimulating for Skitch, but enjoyable nonetheless. being introduced to some of the people Wanda works with and just entering into a different circle of people was both nerve wracking and exciting at the same time. Though both Wanda and Skitch were happy when they made their way back to their room at the Greenwich hotel to unwind and just decompress from the days full of networking and social and vehicular traffic.
It was on their second to last day attending the runway show for fashion week. One of the designers that was called up next was called Romanova. Skitch freezes before turning to Wanda and asking, "Who's presenting next?" And Wanda responds with "Romanova, it's Natasha Romanoff's brand."
Romanoff.
It's like your head was in a fishbowl as that info sunk in. You suddenly felt much younger; the nineteen-year-old you were the last time you saw the person with that name.
Wanda was little distracted since she was taking her notes, but she later realizes that Skitch isn't nearly as vocal for the rest of the show (since they usually make smaller comments like about the clothes as they're being modeled). They aren't even as responsive to Wanda's own small comments, and she notices that.
Wanda doesn't know what's wrong, but Skitch definitely looks a little stiffer and the smallest bit uncomfortable watching the rest of the show. Wanda keeps a hand on Stitch's thigh for the rest of the showcase in a form of comfort to hopefully ease whatever feelings came about.
The mingling after the show starts up again and Wanda is talking to designers and Skitch sees the person that made them react so perfectly: Natasha Romanoff.
Skitch separates themselves from Wanda so they won't have to be around while she and Natasha talk. Again, Wanda senses their discomfort, but Skitch goes off on their own before Wanda can articulate her concern, so Wanda just keeps a concerned eye on them as Skitch drifts off to talk to other people they met earlier in the week, away from her and Natasha.
Wanda continues her conversation with Natasha as usual; they're not the closest of friends, but they are familiar acquaintances in the industry. Let's be clear though: Wanda's not daft. It's when Skitch walks away from the approaching woman that Wanda puts two and two together that Natasha was the reason skitch became uncomfortable. Though she's more concerned as to why now...
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Lunch Arrangements
Summary: From the RCD Universe; "Skitch going to see Wanda at her office for lunch. They had planned it out and everything. But for some reason the person working at the desk is sure Skitch can't actually have an appointment with Wanda. Skitch ends up having to call Wanda on her cell. Safe to say the person at the front desk sees the head tilt." - Anon
Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!reader
Warning(s): none that I can think of, I don't even think there's a language warning O.O
Note(s): I was just gonna simply answer the ask, but I had a bit too much in mind for dialogue, so I just made it a blurb- does this length still count as a blurb-? Anyways uh…I hope you enjoy :3
Word Count: closer to 900 probably
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Fixing your leather jacket, you made your way through the front doors of Maximoff Headquarters, small plastic bag in hand. You were coming straight from work and there was a bit of a line at the corner store but you still made decent timing.
Walking up to the front desk, you notice that the blonde woman seems a little bit frazzled, so you try to make this quick for the both of you. You take a breath before a quick smile passes over your face. "Hi, I'm here to see Ms. Wanda Maximoff?"
The receptionist takes a quick look at your tousled appearance before going back to work at her monitor, "Ms. Maximoff doesn't have any outside appointments today, and we don't do walk-ins here."
"Nonono, I don't need anything fixed, I'm here to have lunch with her. We made arrangements for around this time."
The woman looked back over at you, obviously disbelieving. "Mhm, I'm sure. Ms. Maximoff has an important meeting slot scheduled for this time, so what you'll have to do is call and make your magical arrangements for a different time, probably on a different day. Alright, hun?" Her tone was a bit mocking and candy apple-sweet.
Your lips pursed a bit as you nodded at the lady behind the desk, "Yeah, I'll do just that. Sorry for keepin' you, miss." The blonde just makes a gesture away from her desk as she focuses back on her screen, keyboard clacking away. You step away slightly toward the seating area and take out your phone.
You have arrangements to work out of course.
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It's always something.
When Wanda got your phone call, she was already on her way down on the elevator. You were originally going to meet her at her office, but her last check-in meeting ended early.
Walking out to the main lobby, she saw you in the sitting area before you could notice her. Wanda made her way up to the front desk to where the new hire, Hannah, was sat. As soon as the blonde woman saw her, she straightened up further and adjusted her desk area.
"Hannah, do you know why I'm here?"
"N-no, Ms. Maximoff. You have a meeting scheduled from now until two. Is something wrong?"
"I am supposed to have a meeting right now," Wanda's manicured finger points to your figure, while at this point, you've gotten up to go and greet your girlfriend. "With this person right here. So tell me why I had to be called to come down here to get them myself?" Wanda raised a brow, her head tilted as she watched the receptionist scroll through the digital scheduling. "I have it clearly marked in the system, 'L/N- meeting @ 12:15PM to 2:00PM'. How were you not aware?"
Wanda watched the receptionist sputter for a second, "I didn't know that your meeting was with them in specific, Ms. Maximoff-"
You could feel Wanda getting a bit tight at the situation as you came up to the desk to stand beside her. You rested a placating hand on her waist as you tried to lighten the mood a bit. "I don't know that we got as far as exchanging names, Wanda. I can't really blame her."
Wanda huffed, "I certainly can," she took a quick breath, giving your simple touch a moment to set in. "Commit them to memory then, Hannah. And see to it that this misunderstanding doesn't happen again. Am I understood?"
The poor woman struggled to even maintain eye contact. "Yes, Ms. Maximoff."
Wanda found your hand and loosely interlocked your hands together before you both made your way back to the elevators. On the ride back up, you both leaned on the back wall of the elevator, Wanda squeezing your hand as she continued to give the metal doors the stink eye. "Losing time over someone else's stupidity, I can't even-"
"What, five-ten minutes? We still have at least an hour and a half together before you go back to work and before you come home to me tonight. It's all~right, love." You brought your hands up to leave a quick kiss before rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand.
Wanda let out a slow sigh, and you could visibly see her unwind a bit. "I know I just- I made us lunch and this was what I was looking forward to most today."
"Well I was looking forward to it too, doll. What'd you make by the way?"
"Chicken Caesar wraps. There's extra dressing on yours of course."
"With soppage?"
That draws a giggle out of Wanda that makes you smile at the sound. "Yes, with soppage, I made sure to have extra napkins in my office."
You dramatically tilt your head on the back wall, eyes clenched shut in mock pain."Ugh, a woman after my own heart," turning your head to look over at her, you hold up your free hand with the small black plastic bag for Wanda to see. "I got us the goods too. Sprite and Sour Belts, baby."
All Wanda does is scrunch her nose up at you before the two of you share a kiss in the elevator.
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RCD: NYFW, F2F
Summary: Tensions are a lil high and we get a few answers, but you gotta keep it cordial in a public setting, man; Face to Face AKA Favor to Fault
Pairing: Jeweler!Wanda Maximoff x Metalworker!Reader
[Everything Else From the RCD Universe] [part 1] this is part 2
Warning(s): Still pretty tame in terms of content and themes, but like I said last time, I've never been to fashion week so any inaccuracies about what goes on there. Please do forgive and just feel the fantasy mkay? Mkay.
Note(s): The way I was *this* close to throwing a SZA reference somewhere in this shit- but I didn't! I was soooo close tho. I coulda put the song in the header for this part even, but my brain had other plans😂. Anteeways, I hope you enjoy this one :3
Word Count: Well past 500 actually
ALSO: *squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
Skitch goes to get a bottle of water to ease their nerves about this whole situation. It's been forever since they've even talked to Natasha and they're beating themselves up a bit for still being affected by her, but they can't help it. They grew up together.
Skitch decides to suck it up and go back over to Wanda while she's still talking with Natasha. There was no reason for Skitch to feel guilty about being with their partner and they were going to enjoy the rest of their night. And maybe they wanted to be a little petty...
When Skitch comes back over and Natasha finally notices them, she also freezes momentarily. The difference between Skitch freezing and Natasha freezing is that her's comes with a paralyzing guilt when Skitch's presence fully registers. Natasha does good at hiding it, too. She was always good at hiding her emotions though.
"Y/n? It's been so long,"
You nod lightly, wringing the half empty water bottle in your hands. "Yeah, it has. Just about seven years yeah?"
Natasha fiddles with the watch on her wrist, "Yeah, a little over seven, actually...I didn't think this would be your scene. Fashion was never really your thing."
You move the bottle into one hand as throw an arm around Wanda's shoulder, rubbing your thumb over the fabric there. "Well, it wouldn't be usually, but I wanted to see another part of what Wanda enjoys. I've had a great time actually."
Wanda notices the change in your demeanor when talking to Natasha. You're usually so open and amicable toward others, but there's a latent heat behind your words when addressing the woman across from you.
Natasha's response comes out a bit awkward as her expression, while not having her usual stoicism, is caught between a smile and a grimace. "Well, that's good. I didn't know you and Y/n knew watch other," Wanda also notices how Natasha doesn't look directly at you for too long, preferring to look almost past you or at Wanda. "Y/n and I went to school together."
You purse your lip slightly as you nod along, "Yeah, for a good minute there yeah. I'll admit I thought you'd go into ballet after graduating college. Shows what I know though, huh?"
Something about that statement makes Natasha almost visibly flinch. If the three of you weren't standing so close, Wanda doubts she would have seen it. "I did do it for a little while, but I found that this is the career I wanted to stick with."
Natasha was almost grateful that her phone pinged in her hand. "Well, that's my cue. maybe we can catch up sometime?"
You nodded noncommittally, "Maybe yeah."
Wanda uses her thumb to shift the rings around on her fingers in a nervous tick as she watches Natasha all but rush to exit the conversation. "Do I have to ask what that was or?"
You leave a kiss on the side of her head in reassurance. "I'll tell you when we get back to our room, Wandy."
Skitch doesn't like messing with Wanda's nerves like that with having her wait, but It's a rather private topic of conversation. And an undoubtedly lengthy one at that...
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Where's Don Lino?
Summary: Our trio have some time to themselves since they're left to their own devices while Their presence on the living island gets is bring discussed.
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mutant!TigerShark!Reader
[AU Masterlist] Arc 2: [Part 1] [Part 2] This is Part 3
Warning(s): Getting into some more subtle notes of discrimination, but no violence....and strong language I'm pretty sure.
Note(s): We got another chapter for Arc 2 bud! Reading this back, I just think it's funny that every single body is uncomfortable with this situation except for Jaws. They're just vibing and going with the flow. Except that doesn't really work when the situation surrounding them requires Jaws to be more cognizant...Anteeways, I hope y'all enjoy :3
Word Count: Pretty sure we're approaching 2k
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Once you, Natasha, Wanda, Sienna, and the others make it to the heart of Enoka, you all are immediately taken to Sienna’s office.
It turns out that Sienna is now one of the “acting leaders” on the island, specifically the one in charge of the security of it.
Enoka essentially runs itself, she just has a number of people in charge of the maintenance of the island and the people living on it.
These acting leaders were going to take time to deliberate and come to a course of action in terms of your presence on the hidden isle.
The “acting leaders” make up something called the Council of Nine, which is basically their government on Enoka outside of Enoka herself.
With a warning from Sienna to stay out of trouble in the meantime, the three of you left the council room while she stayed to explain the situation in full to the others inside. Natasha’s gait was unusually hesitant as you walked. “So the island is…alive?”
You chuckled as you reached for her hand in a soothing gesture. “You can relax, Natty. Enoka hasn’t physically moved in centuries. Once we’re born, we’re taught that she uses all of the plants covering the land to speak to us, kinda like mini speakers everywhere. The council of Nine just carry out her will more directly.”
Natasha’s shoulders relaxed slightly as the three of you made it back out into the open air. It was a relief you were able to convince Sienna to let the three of you leave on your own without an escort. This way, the three of you could spend time together and actually make use of your vacation time.
You briefly squeezed Natasha’s hand before you took it upon yourself to put the wind back in all of your sails. “Now who wants to see some real cool shit?” Wanda nor Natasha were definitely more receptive to the lighter turn of events, what with your enthusiasm being as contagious as it was reassuring.
Even with all of the visible changes to Enoka, you are actually excited to show Natasha and Wanda around the parts that you do remember.
Remember the core of the cruise/expedition/vacation was based around getting closure on your previously thought to be GONE home.
So in a way we’re doing that just with extra steps-
The natural energon produced by the Enoka herself contained in all of the foliage is used as a medium for the living island to communicate through. Kinda like mini speakers all over the island.
You simply have to start listening…
Speaking of, there was fuzzy gibberish that Wanda was able to pick up on. The tone of it led the brunette to zone out from time to time as she attempted to understand what she was hearing.
You took them up to one of the summits called the Hollow Point, that has a cavern on the side of it. Inside the Hollow Point are a series of mines for iron, but the biggest area has a ceiling of glittering quartz geodes.
Once your stomachs began protesting the long exploration the three of you were on, you wound up being led back to the more populated area of Enoka to get something to eat.
The only problem with going further into the localized area of the island is that there were more eyes on the three of you.
Enoka is an island full of people with extra abilities and features, people born like you and Sienna; an island exclusively of mutants.
The citizens of Enoka see Wanda and Natasha as outsiders, yes, but they can also immediately tell that Natasha specifically is human.
Sienna was also not afraid to remind her of this on their way to Enoka.
You came across one of Sienna’s guardsmen as you walked down the beaten path. She seemed to be heading in the same direction the three of you were walking in. The woman was clearly still on duty with her silvery blonde hair and suntanned skin mostly hidden under her armor.
Wanda took the initiative to start a conversation by waving her hand in the other woman’s line of sight. “Excuse me,” The blonde glanced in Wanda’s direction, but didn’t really look at her. “Did you need something?”
Her accented voice was softer than any of you expected, but Wanda continued undeterred, “Is there a place to eat down this way?”
The guardsmen didn’t respond right away, “Assuming that you want something on the surface,” She briefly eyed Natasha, “There’s a Brine-Baker down this trail on your right. You cannot miss it.”
Wanda gave a small smile, “Thank you…I don’t think we got your name before.”
The woman simply stared at Wanda before squinting. “I didn’t give it.” There was a small upturn in her lips, “It’s Zal.” She turned to face forward again before taking her leave, effectively ending the brief conversation.
With the three of you making your way down to the Brine-Baker, your eyes widened at the building. “That’s what she was talking about. Come on, this stuff is great!” You almost dragged Natasha and Wanda into the establishment in your haste to get food to eat.
The BrineBaker’s hut was on the smaller side, but it was comfy enough. You found an empty booth for the three of you to sit at before looking at the menus that were already set in each booth. There were options ranging from saltfish, mussels, crab, shrimp, octopus, and even hagfish, to pretzels, salted caramel pies, dark chocolate tarts, and peanut brittle.
Natasha looked away from the menu, “I take it all the salted foods are why it’s called Brine-Baker?”
Having already chosen what you were going to get, you set your menu down. “Brine-Bakers are seafood shops/diners that specialize in serving dishes made with their harvest from the brine pools under Enoka in the deep sea. Brine Pool Farming is actually a profession here as far as I know, since you had a good few people on the island that were unaffected by the pressure of going so deep underwater.”
Natasha took another look at the menu with that explanation. “All these creatures get put in these brine pools? They have to be pretty big I imagine,”
You nodded along, “Sea creatures get big as hell the deeper you go, but they don’t last long in the pools, since they’re even bigger. We weren’t allowed to play anywhere near them as kids cuz we’d probably fuck around and ‘get stuck and die’.” You briefly chuckled at the familiar threat you heard as a child. “Once they’re in the brine pool for long enough, the salt forms a shell coating around them, preserving the creature inside. You just gotta pay attention when they’re ready to be taken out. It’s not as salty as you’d expect though, it’s just the way it’s prepared.”
Wanda closed her menu after picking what she wanted to eat. “Well, you learn something new every day.” She stacked all three of the menus on top of each other, “So are we all ready to order?” With the three of you ready, you called over an available waiter to take your order...
Not gonna lie, that food was scrumptious. And very filling.
After the three of you ate, you walked around the more isolated parts of the island since it seemed that you were still left to your own devices.
You were currently making your way through one of the denser forests. You wanted to see if there were any remaining flower fields on the surface that you could show Wanda and Natasha.
The fuzzy noise Wanda was hearing was louder around her as she zoned out once again. You and Natasha noticed this once again before both of you asked what was going on.
Wanda’s eyes focus on one of the thicker trees with her eyes slightly squinted. “I haven’t stopped hearing this faint gibberish since we got here…”
Natasha stopped to listen out for said gibberish, “I don’t hear anything, and no one else seems to be around.”
You turned to look at the brunette with your brows slightly furrowed, “What kinda gibberish is it?” Rather than try to explain what she was hearing, Wanda just mentally projected it to you as best as she could.
{Solt hclid, --rwe ve-- u-- en--. Solt hclid, Y 'ml---- --o rhee}
“Well It makes sense, since you can read minds and all…” The partial translation you were able to get just made you confused as you tried to piece the rest of it together. One thing was clear though, “Enoka’s calling out to you. She doesn’t project very often, since I don’t think there are other telepaths on this island that can reach her by themselves,”
Wanda attempted to digest what you’d just explained. It was one thing to have someone mentally project to her, as she hasn’t come across anyone else with telepathic abilities, but for it to be an entity that they were currently standing on threw her for a loop. And it presumably wanted her to respond.“Why would the island be calling out to me?”
To you, there were a few other things to consider, but you continued your musings aloud. “You’ll have to meet Her in person at some point. Both of you will probably,”
“Both of us?” Natasha watched as you gingerly picked a flower off of one of the taller exposed stems on the path.
“It’s cool that Wanda can hear Enoka directly, but neither of you are able to understand Her or anyone else on the isle because she hasn’t gifted you with her energon. All Enokan plants have it, but the sap from her main vessel should allow you to speak and understand the mother tongue. We should’ve brought you there first, really.”
Wanda and Natasha shared an uncertain look with each other before Wanda spoke up. “I don’t think that that’s a good idea, gup.”
You look back at them, confusion plain on your face. “Why not? You need to understand what’s going on if we’re gonna spend any amount of time here, and I can’t teach it to you two until you have that foundation. I don’t think you want me playin’ translator for all three of us.” You chuckled at that idea before you realized you were the only one laughing. “What’s up with you two?”
To you this was a simple problem with an even simpler solution:
Natasha and Wanda are suffering from a language barrier, you know how to get rid of said barrier, so that’s what you should do.
Your excitement is what blinds you to most of Natasha and Wanda’s trepidation at even being on Enoka.
But why are these two so standoffish to be there even though they were just as adamant to go on this vacation? WELL there’s a number of reasons:
This was not originally part of the plan.
While they’re glad to actually visit your home, Natasha and Wanda exclusively have not had the most warm welcome from, not only Sienna and her troops, but also from the other citizens of Enoka.
The Enokan language is not just a cultural difference in language, but it also acts as a security for everyone that lives on this (again) hidden island.
Freely giving Wanda and Natasha a clearly exclusive buff is not a good idea, nor would they probably be allowed had that idea reached the ears of anyone else…
** footnote: I wanted to use a completely different script for the Enokan language being spoken, but I couldn’t find a way to import it so that it was shown, so instead I made a simple code using typoglycemia (aka just unscramble the letters of each word). To make it so that it didn’t look as clunky, I sometimes replaced (i) with (y). Some words that end with vowels may have an apostrophe that takes the place of the vowel. Apostrophes can also be found at the beginning of words with vowels for fluidity’s sake. I didn’t think swears should be scrambled cuz that just *looks* off to me. The point of these changes is to have this resemble a spoken language more than it is a blatant tactic to confuse you.
Here's a word unscrambler in case you need it
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To Be Back In Step
Summary: Set during DSMoM; Sometimes it’s just worth it to be selfish.
Pairing: Christine Palmer x Reader
Warning(s): We're basically out the gate with smut, so 18+ ONLY aka MINORS DNI, strap-on use (r giving) and some choking. Dark themes; dark!reader (r being...honest and morally questionable tbh T-T) Character death (happy endings, but for who? Answer: the people that matter-), SW/Wanda being a…good friend? Idk it’s not really manipulation, and some language
Notes: Bet you weren't expectin' this one! This is purely self-indulgent, and you can thank @aneverydaymarvelsimp for having me rewatch MoM and simp over Christine Palmer. A thanks to @lizzieslobster for giving this a once over as well! Sidenote to the note- There's not enough fic for this woman- (I hear you loud and clear @wickedmuses), so here's a little somethin somethin. Hope you enjoy!
Double Double Note: The Prequel to this one shot, What we've Lost, is up now as well!
Word Count: Just skidding past 2.1k
*squints* I give NO ONE permission to repost or translate my work. Make your own shit
You watched as the dark-haired girl quickly backed into a corner, you could almost taste your long-deserved reward. "Please please please don't kill me, you don't have to do this!"
You grabbed her up by her jacket, the worn denim tearing slightly in your grip. "You're talking to the wrong higher power, kid. I'm fresh out of mercy."
"No!-"
---
"Please!"
The room was filled with the steady sounds of the headboard rocking into the wall as you went deeper into your wife, both of your moans mixing together.
Christine's eyes were screwed shut as you fucked her into the mattress and you reached a hand up to apply a bit of pressure to her neck, straddling the line between pleasure and pain. "Look at me Chrissy,"
It took her a second before she managed to open her eyes through her own haze. "There you go, I want you to watch me while I fuck you. Practically sucking me in,"
She let out a small mewl as you held your hand against her throat for a good minute before you brought it back to balance your stance on the bed. Christine's cries continued to get louder and more insistent as your strap on hit that familiar spongy spot inside of her.
"God I'm so close. Don't stop baby, please!"
You let out something between a grunt and a chuckle as you adjusted yourself on your palms. "Not even if you begged me,"
Leaning your head down, you brought one of Christine's pert nipples into your mouth. One of her hands left your back to push your head to stay there as you swirl your tongue around the nub, bringing one hand up briefly to play with her other breast. As you ground harder into her, she felt the tightening at the pit of her stomach as she came undone below you. Her third orgasm of the night.
You slowed to a languid pace as you released her nipple, letting her ride out her high. You move upward to leave feather light kisses across her face before Christine brings your lips together for a proper kiss.
Pulling away, there was a smirk resting on your face. "Now, aren't you glad I got our windows soundproofed? I know our neighbors must be,"
Wiping her steely blue eyes that had begun to water slightly, Christine lightly hit your shoulder with a small giggle and a breathless 'shut up' as you proceeded to slowly slide the toy out of her. The two of you settled into a makeout, only pulling away long enough for you to use your magic to unfasten the strap and have it tossed to the side to deal with later. Cuddled up to each other, you basked in the content feeling that was shared between you.
Then you felt that familiar tingling pain.
Your hand moved to your right cheek on instinct to try and alleviate the sensation to no avail. Christine noticed this and brought her own hand up to rest on the cheekbone that was smoother than the rest of your face, her fingers carefully running over the indentations left behind.
Her blue eyes glinted with concern, "It's happening again? This late?"
You inhaled briefly before sitting up in your shared bed. "Well, I forgot to finish up before we got settled in," Leaning over, you leave a quick peck on her lips to help satiate her. "Got kinda busy,"
She playfully pushed the good side of your face backward, "Well now that you're not busy, you can handle it hmm?"
Lightly huffing, you relented and pushed the covers off completely. Christine watched as you swept your legs over the side of the bed before making your way to the connected restroom, only closing the door slightly to obscure her view as you rested your palms on the sink counter with your head full of thoughts cycling around.
You clear your throat as you grab the jar you came in for, closing the medicine cabinet to meet your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes narrowed at the noticeably lighter portion of your face, then trailing up to the streak of stark white in your hair. It had yet to go away and stood out like a sore thumb as it ran along your temple to the back of your head.
You rubbed the prescribed cream on your cheek like Christine told you to. Even if you knew it was never going away.
It’d always be there as a reminder. To never forget. No specially made development was fixing it, and you knew that.
It was a freak accident at the Baxter Building after Reed and Ben had gone home. A mishap while burning the midnight oil on an independent project.
That’s all anyone would know.
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Wanda made quick work of the monks on the front lines before stepping into the temple of Kamar Taj. You'd seen it take place from afar, not wanting to get involved. The only reason you were here was because you're forced to listen to Stephen's orders as the Sorcerer Supreme. Personally? You'd cut your losses with the random child and go about your business, but no one seemed to share your sentiment.
Wong had gone to hide the girl as you were left with Stephen to fend off Wanda, her eventually getting the upper hand. It was then that you'd finally heard her deal to you.
"I'm not a monster Y/n, and you know that. I just want my boys. They're out there, just like your Christine. A world where you are happy. Happy with her."
You felt the familiar weight in your pocket as you heard her name.
She's out there for you.
As you thought about what she just said, Wanda used her whisps to incapacitate Stephen as his powers were sieved away. She focused on you again, but she knew that she didn't need force.
"I can take you to that world, Y/n. To your happy ending. I'll give you my word. I just need the girl."
You slowly nodded at the proposal. You knew America could traverse the multiverse at will, and with Wanda having access to that ability it was certainly possible. To finally be free of your hapless life without aim, to be with your love as you should have been.
“That's what you want Y/n?! To live a lie?! To force your way into Christine's life in some fantasy gone by?!”
“Is it really a lie if you wholeheartedly believe it? If it was supposed to happen anyhow?” Wanda was the devil on your shoulder as you stared at a restrained Stephen. You could begin anew with one action.
You were the last line of defense standing between Wanda and this America Chavez girl, who was foolishly idle under the temple of Kamar Taj. Stephen had brought her here, a problem unto herself until you and everyone else were roped into it. And really, what was stopping you from ending this farce now?
“You are better than this, Y/n! America is a child!”
Oh. That’s what.
Your stare was carefully kept blank as you mulled things over. You had nothing left to lose, quite literally. Immediate family already gone or died while you were blipped…
Your eyes flitted to the ring on Stephen’s finger, practically mocking you.
Nothing left to lose.
“But you know what you stand to gain Y/n,”
Wanda was a friend. You’d gone to each other for solace and comfort as you’d both lost everyone. She understood you. You’d both been made to watch as the world seemed to move on while you were left to play five years' worth of catch up.
With this chance? You could be on time.
You could have her back.
Your hand subconsciously stroked the broken face of your pocket watch over the fabric of your left pocket.
“Y/n listen to me, Wanda is in your head! You can’t let her win and get to America-”
“You keep saying that, but what’s that child supposed to mean to me?!”
You watched him sputter for a second as he was set off kilter by your pushback. He always had to have the the last fucking word.
"Wanda's not in my head Stephen! And nothing she's said has been a lie either! I still don't see how this involves you or anyone else,"
“Wanda will have unlimited access to the multiverse, which cannot under any circumstances be left in her hands!”
Wanda crept up to your side. She’d been largely quiet as she patiently watched you make your decision. Whether Stephen acknowledged it or not, Wanda knew you were on the same page as her.
Her lips came up to your ear, “Was the time stone in the right hands when he stole it from you and gave it to Thanos?”
You were sent back into memories you'd revisited time and time again, and they remained clear as day.
Dusted, just hoping and praying that Christine was home safe. Floating away, as you watched Tony hold Peter in his arms. Coming back in what felt like mere seconds, an aged Stephen hastily guiding you to a portal to fight a fight that you quite frankly didn’t want to be a part of anymore. Getting home, finding a place you could no longer recognize; framed pictures of your Christine with him. How she so easily let your memory go by the wayside. Somehow, they'd figured it out. You wound up alone.
It was a world where you were no longer welcome.
A world where you were out of step.
You could have it all back, Wanda said. Wanda promised. And really…
That’s all you want.
If it takes the life of a girl you barely knew and a man that’s been nothing but a residual thorn in the side of your existence?
So be it.
You have a way to finally be happy with the one you love and leave it to Doctor Stephen Strange to involve himself and actively deny you from his moral high ground while he lives what should have been your life. The whole unending story of it really.
It's insulting.
Wong had always said that your apathy would be your downfall, but today it would be your key to life anew. Where you can be content to live and not just go through the motions.
To hell with Stephen Strange.
You took quiet steps toward Stephen as he gazed up at you with a pleading look. Getting ready to put an end to him, the sorcerer quickly managed to conjure one last snake, shooting out a pestilent spray. Yelping as it coats part of your face, you feel a burning pain encompassing the right side of your face to your forehead with the skin beginning to erode and the coated hair losing pigment at the root.
Before Stephen could manage to break free, Wanda reinforced the restraints before you surged forward, grabbing his head and unceremoniously snapping his neck.
Stephen’s body fell limp as you went to work fixing the damage done to your face, but it could only go so far. You looked to Wanda with a smirk, the distinct scar still thrumming in pain.
“Let’s get the mouse hiding in the basement, shall we?”
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'Always had to have the last goddamn word, Strange.'
You took a deep breath before you finished washing your hands clean, leaving the restroom to join your wife in your shared bed. Her deep red hair falling over her shoulders in a tousled mess as she sipped on a glass of water from the nightstand. Christine’s eyes shifted from the tv, that had begun lowly playing a random movie, to look up at you.
“You ready for bed?”
You kept a small smile on your face as you got under the covers with her as she set her glass down and scooted closer to you. You wrapped an arm around her naked waist as you looked up at the ceiling, mind still buzzing.
“Christine,” You could feel her look up at you. It was almost always “Chrissy” or “Chris”.
“Yes, love?”
You tilted your head to look her in the eye.
“Are you happy?”
Her eyebrows furrowed for a second. “Of course I am. I have you,”
She placed a lingering kiss on your scarred cheek.
“Are you happy, Y/n?”
You moved a loose strand of hair from her face before bringing her into a deep kiss of your own, passion effortlessly leaking into it. Pulling away, you take a moment to just look at her.
“Every day I’m with you.”
And those days would never run out now that you finally have her. With her, your life finally fell back in step.
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