Corpse Bride

For the spoopy selebration!

Pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.7K+

Warning: paranormal stuff; the reader is basically dating a breathing corpse lmao

A/N: heyy! so, finally i’m back and in time to post my first piece for the spoopy selebration! hope you will enjoy reading this one, i had a lotta fun writing it even though it might be rushed which i’m sorry for :((( got so dark at the end oml

It was a long, cold and lonely night. The fog had just started settling again and you tried to speed up a little to get home as soon as possible. You didn’t necessarily live in the safest part of the city and you weren’t planning to get attacked on your way home through the not so well-lit streets- your quarter wasn’t the richest one either.

As you speeded up and turned the corner, you saw a slightly dirty white dress flowing around the figure of a redheaded woman in the wind. Your heart skipped a beat and you almost let out a scream before placing your hand on your chest with a racing heart. You looked into her glassy eyes and started to feel uncomfortable but still approached the woman. You weren’t sure if it was the clever thing to do, but she seemed lost and alone, and you didn’t want her to get into trouble.

You crossed the street, looking both ways before stopping a few inches away from the stranger who slowly turned her head to you. You could clearly see her mouth moving but all you heard were incomprehensible whispers. You shook your head and stepped a little closer, asking her to repeat what she had just said.

“I’ve locked myself out,” she repeated a bit more loudly. You nodded and looked around on the street. You could see a group of young boys turning the corner and you felt a sudden sense of anxiety in your stomach as they looked at you with raised eyebrows- before continuing their chatter and laughter down the road. You let out a small sigh and turned back to the stranger woman who seemed lost and – even though she tried to hide it – scared. The light breeze flew some of her red hair in her face and she was quite slow to react- she put it back behind her left ear like she was already dying. You had no idea why, but you felt even colder around her and something off about the beautiful stranger that spent shivers down your spine. However, you simply ignored the bad feeling in your gut and told her to feel free to spend the night at yours- your apartment was only a few feet away. It was obvious that she didn’t have any back-up keys and you couldn’t let her wander around the cold street throughout the night.

Once the old and spooky elevator in your block of flats arrived at your floor, the redheaded woman looked around a bit shy and her eyes wide open.

“I know it doesn’t seem very welcoming but I hope you’ll like my flat a bit more,” you said smiling at her, letting her inside and dropping your keys on the shelf right next to your front door. You led the oddly beautiful stranger around your apartment before sitting down for a tea with her, getting to know each other. You found out that her name was Natasha Romanoff, former Russian spy but that was all in the past. You listened to her talking about herself in her low voice and watched as she was getting more and more comfortable opening up to you.

And from that night on, you kept seeing each other, all the while Natasha grew quite fond of you and you knew that you felt so much more than attraction to this woman. Yes, it was so much more- you felt like you were in love for the first time in a long while. And you had never felt something quite like this before. Natasha was more than a simple human being- she radiated a particular kind of mystery that you weren’t able to solve and that was what made you feel such a strong attraction towards her. Natasha was everything you had ever dreamt of.

When you first started going out, it was a bit awkward and hard to find the right topics, but eventually, you started getting to know each other even more. However, Natasha still acted weird every time you were walking around the town- like she had been sent here from another planet or simply another century. And little did you know that was the truth.

At first, you didn’t have any suspicions. You simply thought they were silly thoughts and chased them away as quickly as you could. But, over time, your anxiety started taking over. You knew that something was up, that something wasn’t right. Natasha had never actually told anything important about her life besides her work and his favourite things. She always looked sad and pale, and her choice of clothes didn’t help the situation either. She either stayed quiet all day or spoke at such a low voice that you could barely hear her. At first, you thought she was simply ill, maybe had caught a cold but after months, you knew that something else was the reason.

At first, you didn’t even give a second thought to these odd things about your girlfriend. Everyone has their quirks, right? But there was a single week that managed to change your mind and led you to believe you were simply crazy. There was no other explanation for everything that had happened.

It all started on a cold night. You were bundled up in your blanket and were sleeping peacefully when you reached out to cuddle your girlfriend, half-asleep. When your hand landed on the cold surface of your bed. You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed yourself up on the bed, looking around with your eyes slightly open. You scratched the back of your head while getting out of bed and headed towards the door to look for your girlfriend. You had already reached for the handle on the door when you heard a loud scream in the kitchen. You froze for a moment, then quickly opened the door and rushed out, already looking for the closest weapon when you saw Natasha standing by the window all alone, looking at the full moon. You looked at her with wrinkles on your forehead and touched her shoulder gently, causing her to let out a small whimper and look at you with eyes wide open.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just heard a scream and…” But you couldn’t finish because Natasha simply turned towards the corridor and went back to bed without saying a single word. Later, you remembered that her feet didn’t make any sound while walking on the parquet, even though they were creaking all the time you walked on them.

The next day, Natasha told you that she had some stuff to do downtown and you had a hard time letting her go. You were sitting on the top of your kitchen table with your girlfriend between your legs and her lips intertwined with yours. You couldn’t help but giggle when she gently caressed your back, saying that she needed to leave. You looked sadly and still desperately at her as she stepped out the front door, finally wearing something from this century. She even seemed less pale and much happier than those days and you were convinced that the events from the night before were simply a part of an awful nightmare. However, as you went to the bathroom to wash your hands before making lunch and looked in the mirror, you could see her standing behind you and you let out a cry before quickly turning around. You couldn’t see anything but your old furniture- Natasha was long gone. Your stomach was jumping up and down and you needed to sit down to take a moment before going back to the kitchen. You buried your face deep in your palms but all you could see was Natasha’s pale face and glassy eyes staring at you in the mirror. You knew you needed to get out of your flat, so you grabbed everything you needed and reached for the handle- which didn’t even move. You tried to push it down, pull it up but it was steady and stubborn. It didn’t even let out a squeak as you kept trying and you simply couldn’t believe all this was real. You hysterically started looking for you keys and you even dropped them before trying to push it into the lock. However, it didn’t fit. You had no idea what had happened- all you knew was that you needed to get out. You felt warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you looked around, trying to find a way out and the moment you turned towards your living room, you saw Natasha again- she was dressed in her white Victorian gown, much like a bride’s dress back then. Your girlfriend looked at you from under her eyelashes and her lips slowly formed a terrible smile on her face. You started screaming at the top of your lungs and banged on the door multiple times, hoping someone would hear you- only then you remembered that you had only two neighbours- one of them was at work and the other one was a deaf lady.

You saw Natasha slowly approaching you with that smile of a psychopath on her face and you were sure it was the end. However, you didn’t give it up so quickly. You grabbed the vase from the bookcase and threw it at the beast you had called your girlfriend not so long ago. She hissed and pressed her hand on her forehead while you had time to escape- the door suddenly opened up and you ran as fast as you could down the stairs and out the front door of your apartment. You weren’t stupid, you knew it was not the end, so you had to cross the street as fast as you could while also avoiding getting in the way of an approaching vehicle.

You were already on the other side of the road when you saw the woman dressed in the white gown looking at you while laughing, spending shivers down your spine. You were ready to continue running but a loud crash and an otherworldly scream made you stop. You turned around to see blood flowing out of Natasha’s head and a panicking driver getting out to see the damage, or, in your opinion, the blessing, he had caused.

Suddenly, you could feel the anxiety and the odd coldness you had been constantly experiencing for months leave your body and you knew that she was actually dead this time. You were safe now.

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Frankenstein

For the Spoopy Selebration and my wifey @sunlightbby​

Pairing: wanda maximoff x gender neutral!reader

Word Count: 1K+

Warning: i mean, wanda builds a companion out of the body parts of dead people? also some dark victorian themes; quite a one-sided relationship and dark!wanda; suicide

Summary: in which the character builds the perfect companion and falls in love with them, not realising how abusive their relationship actually is

A/N: so this is the second one-shot out of the 6 for halloween! honestly, i don’t think that i’m going to finish all of them by halloween night but i’ll try to post them this week! hope you understand. i know this is quite rushed and worse than most of my fics but i still hope you’ll enjoy :// this turned out darker than planned again oopsies

Wanda was peacefully walking around the dirty streets of London quite close to midnight in her simple dark blue gown and small hat that cast a shadow over her beautiful face, making sure she would get home safe. She did have drunk men yelling after her but she couldn’t care less about them- she simply continued her walk home, knowing that she would be able to start her experiments tonight. Wanda hid her cold hands deep in her pockets where she could feel the small glasses of chemicals she still needed for her work. She smiled to herself quietly and called out for a cab to take her home as it was already starting to rain in the city centre.

When she finally got home and changed into her lab coat which she always sterilized before using it, she took the old and mouldy stairs down to her laboratory. The heavy wooden door always made the most terrible sounds every time she opened or closed it and she knew it needed some oil to function properly again but she always forgot to take care of it- she was way too invested in her new project.

Wanda stepped into the dirty basement of her manor and couldn’t help but smile brightly as she looked at you, the creature she was working on- you were the most beautiful thing to ever exist- according to Wanda, at least. She motioned towards the huge door and it slowly closed while creaking horribly. Wanda walked towards you while you were peacefully sleeping on her metal table and looked at you with deep loving and caring in her eyes. You only needed the liquids in Wanda’s pockets to finally come alive and have a (quite slowly) beating heart. 

So, Wanda quickly started working, and soon, you opened your glassy eyes. Wanda looked at you, completely mesmerised by your beauty and she knew she had accomplished something new and fantastic- but she didn’t want to show you to anyone. You were only hers and Wanda needed to keep you safe from the curious and judgmental eyes that filled London. She needed to hide you away and make sure that no harm would reach you- ever. 

You turned your head slowly towards your maker, then looked down to see your body which Wanda thought was beautiful even though it was built of body parts of dead people. You were not supposed to feel any emotions, but suddenly, a huge wave of sadness and anxiety flooded through you and you looked at Wanda with actual tears in your eyes.

“What have you done?” You asked her with your otherworldly voice cracking mid-sentence and disgust in your big Bambi eyes.

Wanda put a hand on your shoulder and another on your left cheek while smiling at you gently, trying to calm you down.

“I’ve made the most beautiful creature alive,” she whispered, wiping away a tear from your cold dead cheek. You shook your head, still crying before feeling strong and warm arms enveloping you in a hug. Your E/C eyes widened and you didn’t know how to respond to the gentle gesture. You had only been alive for a few minutes but somehow, you had already known you were not deserving of love- you felt like a real monster. And little did you know that this all happened thanks to your maker who knew that you would give all your love to her this way.

When you pulled away and looked her deep in her beautiful eyes which had wrinkles in their corners from smiling, she made you believe that you would be loved in this world. 

Months had passed and Wanda had spent all her time with you- she made you pretty clothes, dressed you up and even did your make-up when your skin started rotting, making you believe that she truly thought you were beautiful. You admired, no, adored her and wanted to give her the world- you always made sure you entertained her well and made her feel loved, all the while forgetting about yourself. You had never realised that Wanda created you for her own advantage and didn’t care about your well-being once she had someone to take such great care of her. You just gave and gave and agve your love, while Wanda kept experimenting on you, making you more and more perfect each day, completely going mad. She abandoned all her work just to create the perfect companion who would do as she wished. And yes, Wanda did fall in love but not with you, as a ‘human’ being- she fell in love with her dreams of the perfect companion. That’s why she kept advancing you, forgetting about your well-being. What started as an odd friendship had turned into an abusive relationship where you were suffering more and more each day until one day, you had had enough.

Wanda had just arrived home from the bookshop and she headed towards the front gate with a beautiful smile on her face before she noticed you standing on the edge of the roof, ready to jump. Her heart almost flew out of her chest at the sight and she lwt her new books fall into the mud next to her feet. She couldn’t let you jump to your death, risking the fact that she would be lonely all over again.

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” She cried out, lifting her skirt to step closer to her home, so she could rush up the stairs to you. You raised your hand and told her to stop where she was standing or you would jump. Wanda stopped and sobbed, looking around helplessly. You meant the world to her in the most selfish way possible. 

“I don’t need you anymore! I never did! I was blind enough to believe you but now I know the truth. You’ve  never loved me, you witch! All you ever cared about was yourself and that’s all! You created me, this monster because you had felt lonely and never cared about my feelings! I’ve loved you completely but you only needed me for your own well-being. Well, this is over now. I have suffered enough, Wanda. And I know you will burn in hell for all you have done!”

Wanda quickly ran with tears flowing down her cheeks but all hope was lost. The last thing she saw before collapsing to the ground was your body made of different people hit the ground with that terrible voice.

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HALLOWEEN Y’ALL

happy spoopy season everyone! 🎃🖤

after long contemplation, i decided i wanted to do a little something for this year’s halloween. below, you’ll find the promptss, but first: the rules!

we’ll have a number of (i hope) interesting prompts

there are only 6 prompts and i’d love you to vote whom you’d like to read with each one of them! that’s why i’ll tag some mutuals so it may not be that big of a flop.

i, as always, only write for the mcu women + diana prince of the dceu

i don’t need any plot this time, because they will be already given!

enjoy reading, loves! xx

((please note, that this season is gonna be pretty dark based on the prompts, so if you’re easily triggered, i want you to keep safe and rather not read them!))

corpse bride: in which the reader meets the most beautiful girl on planet earth but little does she know that her sweetheart is nothing but a dead soul from another century

frankenstein: in which the character builds the perfect companion and simply can’t help but fall in love with them.

satan’s daughter: in which the reader finds out a dark secret about her boo.

hades and persephone’s love: watching over dead souls for a lifetime can easily become depressing but even more easily dangerous for the goddess of spring and rebirth. /you can specify who’s who/

dark academia: who would’ve thought that accidentally joining a college cult would result in such fun on halloween night?

a resurrection story: is it really worth sticking your nose in the dead’s business or should you leave your loved ones alone, knowing the risk of maybe never getting to see them again?

tagging some sweet mutuals (no pressure to reblog!): @vcdanvers @sunlightbby @peachy-parkers @blushycarol @mahvericks @tonystankhere @ironmandeficiency @romanovobsessed

hey babies

look, i know that spoopy selebration didn’t work out and i only posted 2 one-shots but i wanted to know if it was worth finishing the other ones as casually spooky imagines. the feedback wasn’t that huge for the 2 i completed so i kinda lost motivation halfway through but if you say you wanna read the other ones, then i’m up for that too. just let me know, please. if there won’t be any replies, i’ll take that as a no and continue on with the blog.

hi um....Carol would fit hades & Persephone oop 👀 like show the dark side oMg yes

i,,,, lowkey agree?? (trying not to influence other votes but ehem i agree)

1 2 3 votes for Carol for hades x persephone!! (+ 7 more from @lavender-writer ;) )

for your halloween prompts, you should definitely do the corpse bride one w nat x reader!!! it’d be so interesting 👀👀 LOVE U BBYGIRL

so i guess Nat just got a vote for the Corpse Bride!! (i actually can’t wait to write that one 😁) thank you for your ask baby!! I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE SO SORRY I BARELY EVER TALK TO YOU

I'd love Hades/Persephone with Nat or Wanda (or maybe both?). I absolutely love this story, but especially Persephone, I even did a thesis about her in class once 😅 Either way, this is gonna be an interesting Halloween! Lots of love

we already have 3 votes for Carol but we’ll see bby!! ((and damn i’m interested in that thesis oml))

I'm sorry but when I saw a resurrection story I immediately thought of Nebula and Gamora and omg

yes hi sorry but imma break your hearts guys :))

Honestly ready for anything you write but I’m here for Carol and dark academia

ooo i can see where you’re coming from 👀

1 vote for Carol and Dark Academia!