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WANDA MAXIMOFF & NATASHA ROMANOFF

Regal Ties

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

The Pitch

Part One

NATASHA ROMANOFF

To Diverge

Part One

RHAENYRA TARGARYEN

ALICENT HIGHTOWER

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to diverge - natasha romanoff

Summary: when an island dubbed asgard is overrun by a special forces conglomerate, you and a nurse look to take them down.

a/n: doing a nat au, because i don’t write her much.

You went by Nomad, you were the Lieutenant Colonel for the battalion that called themselves SHIELD. Your close unit sits in a helicopter. It was you, Colonel Sam Wilson, Sergeant Bucky Barnes, Agent Sharon Carter, Captain Steve Rogers, and your pilots, Joaquin Torres, and Sean Cassidy. You sat near the open door, the wind was blowing in your face. “What’s the plan?” Sharon asks.

Every one was ready for this to be and easy mission, prompting Sean to sit in the back with you all as he snacked on peanuts.

“Simple intelligence gathering, if we need to perform an extraction for any citizens, we will.” The group nods. Sam adjusts the gun in his lap. “You don’t think this mission is iffy, boss?” He asks you.

“You didn’t think taking down a drug ring in Madripoor was iffy?” You retort. The man frowns, sitting back. You shuffled in your seat, straightening yourself.

“Yeah, but this is a private island with a government, a school system, and a possible military system.” He points out. “Listen, Falcon-“ Bucky starts. He pauses to let the teasing settle in, and the others chuckle. Sam rolls his eyes, unamused.

“The network is not as private as the developer believes, as far as I know-“ Steve speaks up from the front of the helicopter.

“As far as you know, they could be feeding you false truths.” Bucky sits back in his seat with a scoff.

“You sound like Nomad.” Steve says with a smirk, and you scoff in response.

“You’re lucky you’re not on desk duty like your girl.” Steve smiles, chuckling as he looks at Nomad. “Oh, please. She gets unsolicited lunch breaks!” Sam teases. The helicopter rattles, snapping the group out of their conversation. Sharon spots fire in her vision, eyes widening. “Guys…” A large BOOM shakes the helicopter.

“Shit! The propellers were shot off.” Steve yells as the warning system beeps.

“This is a fucking ambush!” Sharon yells. In the distance, several other helicopters that were accompanying them are shot down, explosions happen all over the forest.

Steve’s heavy figure rips off the seatbelt, and he smashes his head into the roof while Alex attempts to somehow work the wheel which is now jammed as the group descends quickly into trees.

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The sound of a heartbeat pounds, the sound of fire crackling. Your eyes struggle to open as you lets out a groan.

You let out a ragged breath, opening your eyes fully with a sigh. You lay on your side, parts of your body hurting badly. Breathing hard, you turn on your back. A wince escapes your throat when you attempt to move, but it seems an extensive metal bar is stuck in your leg. “Shit!”

You looks towards a small tree where fire from several crashes engulfed most of the forest. Your eyes lingered on the fire, almost as if there was a memory flashing in your head.

After a few seconds, you finally blinks out of it, sitting up with more ease than expected. Before analyzing the wound, you look around for your bag.

You finds the bag near a tree not far away. Her eyebrows raise, eyes shooting to the ground in thought. You turn, deciding to drag yourself across the wet ground.

As you do, you track mud all over you clothes, grunting as you moves. Finally grabbing the bag, your pulls it to your chest. You sit up, ripping the bag open. And you frantically searched through it. You find a small bag with medical supplies in it, and find a roll of gauze perfectly intact.

Sighing, you slowly counts to yourself, hand hovering over the metal bar. She groans, pulling off her belt, and placing it in her mouth. After a minute or so, she yanks the bar out of her leg.

She screams loudly but thankfully muffled. Tears flow down her face, and she beats the ground with her empty hand. She chucks the bar away, and places the gauze on her pant leg, wincing as she raps the tape around it tightly.

You rolled onto your side, eyeing a man on the ground who was dead by now. She crawls over to him, grabbing the pistol from a holster on his leg. Moving up, you kneel on your good leg, before pushing herself to stand up. You stand up roughly, readying the pistol in your hand.

Pulling the bag onto your back, you began to limp forward but immediately noticed a few soldiers patrolling up ahead. You move into the woods, hiding behind a few desolate buildings in an attempt to avoid the men.

You continue to but stops moving when she hears footsteps at the side of one of the structures. She halts, pulling the knife from her boot. She clicks it open, turning it in her hand.

A soldier steps around the corner, turning away from where she was standing. She moves as quietly as possible, turning her gun to where he just came from, but no one is there.

She advances, grabbing him by the neck from behind, and planting the knife directly in his chest through the thin layer of protection. He grunts, but dies quite quickly, falling to the ground with widened eyes.

She sighs, shifting her weight as she swallows her spit. Planting her boot in his chest, she swiftly pulls out the knife. “Fuck.”

She drags herself forward with her good leg. She stops for a second, noticing the gun that fell from his hand. She picks it up and decides to walk back in the direction she was going.

A sound of crackling fire catches your attention, and the sound of a familiar voice on its radio rang through.

“THIS IS the WINTER SOLDIER! REPORTING TO ANY SURVIVORS, THIS IS WINTER SOLDIER OF UNIT 786!” You scrambled over to the radio, holding it to your mouth in anguish as tears flow down your face. “WINTER SOLDIER! This is NOMAD, repeating, this is NOMAD, Soldier.”

“NOMAD? WE’VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR DAYS! SOME OF THE ISLAND NATIVES FOUND US, GOT US SHELTER!” He exclaims, making you chuckle. “Great, great. It’s good to hear you.”

“You too, man. Stay on the line so we can track you, and bring you back to their base.”

“No! It’s too risky, I’ll find my way to you, Buck.”

The sound of whirring helicopters and shouting causes you to point your gun into the woods where you heard it. “No! We’ll come to you, just-”

“Buck! Where are you!? Just give a location, coordinates, something!” The man sighs loudly. “Island is called Krakoa, it’s off the coast on the east side of the mainland.” Nodding, you almost smile as you take a breath. “I’ll see ya, soldier.”

“Stay safe, Nomad.”

“Always.”

You stand as you trek slowly through the woods and step over a trip mine. When you made it to the end of the woods, you spotted soldiers being rushed to the ground.

“EVERYBODY STAY DOWN!”

"ANYONE MOVES? YOU’RE ALL DEAD.” There’s a hill right over them that Nomad lays onto, hiding from their sight. There’s a tense air as a more sophisticated, military-grade helicopter touches down. "MAKE WAY!” Several well dressed military leaders walk out of one of the helicopters, and to the front of the line.

There is one man that you instantly recognized, another former partner, John Walker. He has a smile on his face as Joaquin struggles on his knees. "John?”

“Hello, friend.”

“Why are you doing this, John?”                            

John smirks, pulling a pistol from his belt. “Something you’ll never understand…is that maybe I do things because I can.” Joaquin’s jaw clenches as John readies his gun.

“When they told me the FALCON TWO was in their hold, I jumped for joy. I wish you could live long enough to see my world come to fruition, but you’d never understand.” As John raises the gun, you didn’t notice soldiers walking on your left.

What you didn’t know was that the blast blew your left eardrum permanently. They didn’t know either, but as the trigger was pulled, you were instantly knocked in the back of the head with a rifle.

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BUZZ! Rang the buzzsaw.

Men’s laughter.

SLASH! Went the knife as it carved into your face.

Blood everywhere as you went in and out of consciousness.

HYDRA carved into your skin. Your eye was beginning to swell shut, your legs were riddled with cuts. You were in and out for at least the day.

When you woke up again, your hands were shackled to the ceiling, you were half naked, with your bra still on as your feet slightly dangled from the ground. You and the soldiers relaxed in chairs were in what looks like an abandoned house. From the slanted road outside of the window, you concluded you were on a hill.

Pain began to arise from everywhere, making you groan. "Ah! Look who’s awake. Good morning, sunshine.” You groan once more, squinting your eyes in anger.

“Fuck you.” The soldier chuckles, looking over to his partner, and back at you. "Boss said we could do whatever we wanted with you. Don’t get smart.” He says, making you scoff. “Anything?” You ask, as the man bites his lips, nodding, not noticing your subtle eye roll. “Well, come show me anything.” He scoffs, raising his eyebrows as he turns to his partner.

The other man shrugs silently as he stands up. "Look, Nomad…I know you think you’re gonna win here with your seduction tricks, but we were trained better than that, better than you.” You simply continued to glare at him. He walks over, turning his back to you, not noticing your hands reaching up to grip higher on the shackles.

“You see this-” Before he could finish his sentence, you grunted, using your bad leg to pull him back, before using both to put him in a headlock. You growl, a deep grimace on your face as you roughly lift him into the air.

The other soldier frantically stands, using the butt of his gun to bash into your injury, making you groan in pain. Your legs let go of him, and he falls to the ground with a gasp. The pain causes you to let go of the chain, groaning in pain as the other soldier smacks you with a bar he finds on the floor.

He targets your leg before repeatedly hitting you in the face with the bar. The other soldier joins in, punching you all over your body. He hits you with the bar again, knocking you clean out. A new rage filled your heart when you woke yet again. A short woman walked into the room as your breaths were shallow. She walked in with a certain intimidating aura that almost made you whimper in fear. Your eyes widened, which didn’t go unnoticed at all.

“Oh! Are ya scared, Nomad? Well...this is Sin, she’s gonna love you.” The two men smile darkly. With a flick of her wrist the men seemed to mechanically grab their things and leave. The redhead walked towards you with a sinister smile.

She stepped up to you, snapping in your ear. You attempted to respond, but you couldn’t hear her, still staring. “Fascinating.” You frown as pulls a small key from her pocket, unlocking one of your cuffs. “Captain Walker has a challenge for you.”

“And what is that?” You slurred. When the cuff opened, you fell to the floor, gasping for breath. “He wants to fight you in better condition, so we’re setting you free. But the challenge?” You looked up at her.

“You have to get out of here by yourself before they get to you.” A gas fills up the room as she exits and you flail around in your restraints. “Hey! Where are you going?!”

———

When you wake up, you gasp. You look around in shock before grabbing at your chest to find a parachute. Still in shock, you rip it off, and stand quickly.

You walk through the corn field, approaching a tiny worn down house. Her eyes travel as she spots a motorcycle that belongs to the Grudge. She looks over at her surroundings, holding up her pistol as she walks slowly up the stairs.

Peeking through the window, she spots a sleeping soldier. She goes to approach the door, but a man tackles her right on the porch, knocking the gun out of her hand.

He grabs her, punching her in the face a few times. The two have a struggle as he holds a knife at her throat. “Ah…the boss told us a lot about you!”

Nomad’s eyes are widened as she attempts to grab her gun. The soldier doesn’t notice her grabbing another gun with a silencer. She lifts it directly under his chin, and shoots him through the chin.

She pushes the body onto the ground. The soldier that was sleeping is now up, standing at the window, and Nomad quickly shoots through the glass and into his throat.

She sighs, standing up. Looking over the corn, she notices a settlement, and several soldiers doing their rounds. Squinting, she sighs, stepping down off of the porch stairs.

You pick up the large rifle off the man dragging the strap from around his headless corpse. After wiping the guts off your face, you kneel to search his pockets, only finding a vintage box of cigarettes. You hum in delight, opening it to see it full.

She pull one out, using the hot smoke from her gun to light it. The sound of plane catches your attention as your head shoot up towards the sky. “Shit.”

You walk across the front of the small house, and down a wide dirt road trail. Not far in the distance, drones fly overhead, and a large town of homes is being guarded.

You wipe off blood that is still dripping from your hairline off of her face. You continued to limp down the road, and pounds the side of her leg in anger. “Fuckin’ pathetic.” You muttered to yourself.  

The heat is blaring, and your breaths became more shallow. You closed her eyes in anguish as the sun beams, sweat leaking into your eyes. When you seemingly get to the end of the corn field, you pause, noticing a drone not far away. You tread forward lightly, pulling out your pistol as you notice a large house.

It was sleek, modern. The drone seemed to analyze the house, before moving across the street. You frown, deciding to jump the wall by the hill, and running into the house’s back porch. You decided to peer over the small barrier that held decaying plants on them.

Two soldiers stood across the street. You fell into a crawling position, crawling towards the stairs. Moving back into a crouching position, you peek over the barricade where the soldiers are leaning on a bannister.

You moved quickly, still in a squat, approaching the door that automatically opens, and you come into the house, gun raised to check the perimeter. When you point your gun down the corridor ahead of you, the door behind closing, a bark makes you turn the gun towards a tiny white dog.

When it seemed as though it was going to bark, it instead ran away. You frown, not hearing or even feeling the steps of someone next to you. Not until the barrel of a gun met your head.

“Who are you?” The voice was muffled, but your right ear picked the slack. “Nomad. I’m an XO for the battalion dubbed the Avengers. Our convoy was shot down on the way into the island.” You ramble. “Put the gun down.” You barely registered the whisper, squeezing your eye.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t hear what you’re saying over there.” The woman squints in confusion, flinching as you reach to push the shotgun away from your temple. “Not gonna hurt ya.” You turn to face the woman.

Motioning towards your ear, she looks on in confusion. “Hearing impaired. It’s new, I-The crash must’ve made it worse.” The woman points the gun at you still. “Why would I trust you?” You scoff, stumbling back into the wall by the door to take weight off of your leg.

“I just pulled a crowbar out my leg, lost my best friend, got the shit beat out of me, jumped out a helicopter, and walked here for two days. If was one of them fancy soldiers, you’d know. I’m sure.” The woman was still unconvinced, but lowered her gun slightly. “Why are you in my home?”

“I apologize, I assumed it was empty.” Footsteps coming down the corridor caught your attention as two younger adults rounded the corner. “Nat!” One of the people came around faster, gasping at the scene before him. Your usually stoic demeanor became more nervous and guarded. “Nat?” You stood back on your leg, swallowing your spit.

“It’s okay, Wanda. She’s not gonna hurt us.” The woman proclaimed. “But she’s holding a gun.” Another man ran around the corner, and when he saw you, put his arm around his sister. “Yeah. I’m not gonna-“ Instead of speaking it, you simply put the pistol on the floor, pain shooting up your leg as you did.

“Fuck.” You fell to your knees in pain, gasping a breath as you pulled the rifle off your shoulder, and onto the ground. “Look.” You look up, holding your arms out in surrender towards the siblings in front of you. “I’m just looking for somewhere to stay, I want to find my crew and get everyone off of this island.” The woman looked down at you.

“You know how to get out of here?” You nod. You hadn’t looked up from the floor, but felt the look she gave the siblings. “Well…from what you’ve said and how you look, I can assume you’ve been through a lot since the strike?” You hum.

“I’d like to apologize in advance for this.”

“For wh-“ Barrel to the face, classic.

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the heir (pt. 3) - daenerys targaryen

a/n: it’s almost thanksgiving break so i’m posting the rest of the chapters I have to so far, and I might get to the rest of my wips before I go home. (ao3)

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the heir - daenerys targaryen (pt. 2)

a/n: since I already have 4 parts posted on ao3, I'm posting them all here as well.

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“What is this Khal Drogo like?” Viserys inquires. 

“The Dothraki may be peculiar people, but he is a simple man. He will like Daenerys.” Carra seemed to get more nervous as Daenerys’ betrothal to the man approached its head. He wasn’t a gentleman, a fact she knew. But it wasn’t her place because Daenerys would be given to him. Viserys and Carra would take his armies to King’s Landing in exchange for her hand. 

The two could laugh the feast before Robert Baratheon’s head when this was all over. She dreamt of such a sight. 

“Good.”

Their wedding wasn’t for several moons, and Carra had stayed for four. She and Daenerys had begun to get closer. In the mornings, the princess hoped to wake up and hear the pattering of Carra’s boots as she ran around the compound several times. 

The girl wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed watching her. She sweats profusely, and her muscles glistened in the sunlight. She was freakishly tall, and her stark black hair with silver streaks became matted when she did her morning run.  And when she finishes, the three of them eat breakfast, and the two women share glances and smiles. 

“Carra, tell me of your escapades through Sorthoryos. The Magister said that is how you discovered Blackfyre.” Carra nods. “Yes. I had an encounter with the Brindled Men. I escaped with my life, but they were fewer men and more grotesque creatures. I found the sword buried there. Why and how? I have no idea. But it was there, and it was intact. I did gain a few scars, but nothing debilitating.” Now he was curious. 

“Could you show me?” Carra glances at the siblings nervously before simply pulling up her shirt. Daenerys eyes widen as her eyes land on the large gash that trailed close to Carra’s heart to the right of her abdomen. “Goodness.”

“Yeah, it is the main reason I only wear shirts.” Carra chuckles, pulling down her shirt. “There’s one on my hand, but that’s healed. I still can’t feel this finger.” She wiggles her pinky finger. “I have a few burns, don’t ask how. Very nasty explanation.”

“Oh, I won’t, I promise.” Viserys chuckles. Carra looks over at Daenerys with a smile. “How are you still alive?” The girl asks. 

“Luck.” 

Later in the day, Viserys had gone off with the Magister, and Carra had spent her time reading Daenerys’ room. She’d spent a lot of time in there recently. 

“How many times have you read that since you came here?” It was one of the only possessions Carra brought along with her. “I have no idea.” She mutters, pretending to read while staring at the princess from the corner of her eye. “You’ve never told me what it was about.”

“It’s a story of love. “The Face of Beauty” is not in the common tongue, though.” Daenerys hums, sitting up. “Read it to me.” Carra looks away and over to her. 

“Is that an order?” She smirks. Daenerys immediately shakes her head, making the older woman chuckle. “I was teasing. Of course, I’ll read it to you.”

She turns to her favorite page. 

“Borros stood at the head of the table, watching his wife. They stared at one another, and despite her scar, he still loved her. She was different now, no longer his delicate flower, but he didn’t love Lyana any less. He loved her more. She was different, but she was still his.” Carra continued, and Daenerys stared with her hand supporting her head. 

Over and over, Carra repeated the phrase “his delicate flower,” and it made the girl wonder if this book was where Carra had gotten it from. 

She was so deep in her thoughts that she almost hadn’t noticed when Carra closed the book. “That’s all for today.” She smirks, placing it beside her. “Do you want to get out? I could take you on horseback, perhaps?” The young princess had never smiled wider in her life. “Yes.” 

“No,” Viserys says. 

“You know I will protect her, Viserys.”

“I do, but you have no idea how many people have attempted to take our lives since we were born, Ser Carra.” Carra knew she’d gone through the source of these men just to find the siblings. “I understand, I-”

“Brother.” The two look over at Daenerys. “I trust her. I just wanted to get out.” Viserys glares at her, and Carra frowns but steps in front of her. He focuses back on Carra, his gaze softening. “If she comes back with even a scratch-”

“You will have my head. I’m sure.” She smiles and grabs the younger girl’s hand. The duo exit, and Carra covers the blonde with a blanket as they ride towards the small beach down the hill. 

She stopped the horse and hopped down before pulling Daenerys down. The shorter girl took in a deep breath of the salty air, and Carra sat on the damp sand. “Do you ever wonder what is beyond the Narrow Sea?” Daenerys asks. 

“Not really.” She receives in response. “Well, I think there's more society. We only know the seven kingdoms, but what if there are more beyond the wall or land we have not yet discovered?” Carra shrugs. 

“I think it best if they remain undetected. The royals will wish to conquer it. Imagine the amount of suffering that could’ve been prevented if Aegon had not wished to conquer everything.” Daenerys looks over at her and watches her expression. “Conquests and rebellions only bring pain.” She thought back to her family. She’d failed to mention the young sisters that she hid away with another family to escape freely. 

Robert’s Rebellion was good for the Baratheons, Starks, and Lannisters. Celene Tiren was no enemy; now her daughter suffered because people believed she was. “Do you truly wish not to rule if my brother takes back King’s Landing?” Her question was presented in a way that almost made Carra sad. 

She was so quiet, soft, and innocent. 

It was something Carra admired. “I would not. I was being serious when I admitted I’d rather just retire to a beach.” 

“Well, you can’t just leave me,” Daenerys says playfully. “You will not be alone because you will be a queen.” Daenerys’ smile falters, and she looks away from Carra. “I do not wish to be a queen, Carra.” Carra looks at the sand with guilt. 

“I’m sorry, Daenerys.”

“What for?” Carra looks at her with sad eyes. “I didn’t know you well when I asked Viserys to give you away but know that I have; I will never forgive myself.” She watches as the shorter woman walks back to her and sits down beside her. Daenerys grabs her hands softly. 

“It is what needs to be done.” The brunette shakes her head. “No, we could find another way. Another army.” 

“No one would negotiate with us. You know that. And this marriage won’t last forever, I hope.” Carra scoffs. “You know if Viserys could milk the relationship with the Dothraki until the utter was dry, he would,” Daenerys smirks as they look into each other’s eyes. 

There had been a sort of unspoken thing between them that Viserys noticed but would never allow. Carra saw the way he treated his sister, and when she tried to calm him down, he would give her a silent threat that kept her silent. She had no reason to be afraid. 

She was taller and stronger. These were traits she got from her father. 

But he seemed like a man with a temper. If she questioned him or got out of line, she was sure he’d chop one of her limbs off. She was also worried for Daenerys because he knew they liked each other. It was a definite weakness. “I’m sorry, I just worry for you.” 

“That’s sweet, but I think I can handle myself.” Carra hums, knowing that might not be true. And unfortunately, the days go by faster. Eventually, it becomes very few days before the Khal and Daenerys are to be married, and Carra is readying herself to travel. The first thing she did when she woke was run a bath before the maidens could attend to it for her. 

Daenerys had woken up early as the sun rose. It was almost as though her body had led her to Carra downstairs, and her eyes raked over Carra’s body. Her back had more scars, and her muscles shifted as she wiped herself with soap. “I didn’t think you a spectator, Daenerys.” The girl gulps as Carra turns around with a genuine smirk. 

She could see the scar on her abdomen more clearly and saw that it ran further down to her hip bone. “Would you like to take a bath with me?” The blonde’s breath hitches, and she tries to avert her gaze. “No. I-I have the faintest idea as to why I came here.” She lets out nervously. 

“It’s alright. I’m sure I won’t be the last naked woman you see.” Daenerys doesn’t move, and Carra chuckles as she turns back around.

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the heir - daenerys targaryen x oc

Summary: when a descendant of the blackfyre name makes a deal with the true heir to the iron throne, she only wishes to kill the current king, not fall in love with a future queen

a/n: I have found a new hyperfixation, and this is a new asoiaf fic im writing on ao3

Pairing: daenerys targaryen x blackfyre oc

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regal ties (pt.6) - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is a shot update, but i promise the next chapter will be longer

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“This is not right!”

You sat in the kings throne room, now silent, despite how you were a few weeks before. Your face was bound in a wrap, and you were sulking before the throne.

Pietro was heated, and King Erik was being dismissive. “I understand your anger, son. But she is now Commander once more, and she does not oppose my motion.” A lie in many ways.

You hated it.

You hated being away from Natasha and Wanda. Although you spent not too much time with the latter as Natasha, she became easier to tolerate as you rested from injury. “What of her injuries from our last deploy? Will you take those into consideration?”

“Pietro.” 

Everyone looked at you in anticipation, considering this is the first time you’ve spoke in these briefings at all. “I’ll be fine. I swear it.” He’d known you long enough to know that when you would caress the hilt of a sword, that you were beyond angry.

“My shoulder has healed, my knee is steady to run. I need no rest, Prince.” In the corner of your eye, you notice the king smirk. “See?” Pietro sighs, shaking his head. 

“What of your face? Will that heal fast enough for him to send you to injure it more?”

“My Prince, I understand your concern.” You look up at the king. “But I can handle myself, you know this.” You could feel Wanda watching you sadly and you clenched your jaw and swallowed your pride. 

———

“So, you’re truly leaving in a few days?” Natasha asks, rubbing your bare stomach. She feels you nod as you hum, kissing her on the forehead.

“I will be back, I always come back.” She shifts to look up at you. “I trust it. But will you come back whole?” You couldn’t answer that. You never could.

“You know I do not have the answer, my love.”

She grabs your face, and connects your lips. “You should’ve had sense and became a maiden like Yelena and I.” 

“If I hadn’t aspire to be knighted, I would be a horse trainer, you know that.” Natasha chuckles, laying back down. “I do.”

You became quiet, think about if your life had been different or if you hadn’t aspired to be a hero. How different would you be? Was this scar worth it?

“If I hadn’t picked up a sword, I’d be less grotesque.” You mutter, and Natasha shoots up in disbelief. “Do not.” She demands. “What?”

“You are still the most handsome knight in all of Sokovia. The scar is hot.” You burst out in laughter, and place your hand over your face. “You flatter me.”

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You waited on the dock as men began to file onto the boats. Pietro stood beside you as calm as he could be. 

“I’m coming with you.” He says, making your head shoot over to him. “You are not.” 

“I am.” He mutters, not meeting your gaze. “If something happens to you, I will never forgive myself, Pietro.” He looks at you silently. “Nothing will happen to me.” 

You watched him worriedly as he walked to the ship. A hand grasps you shoulder, and you look over at Wanda. “Be safe, I’ll be waiting for you.” She whispers almost in a tender way. “If that is your way of saying you’ll miss me, than I’ll take it.” You smirk. 

“I retract my statement.” She says, making you smile. “I hope your next guard is rigid.”

“No one can replace you.” You wish to believe she is joking, but she looks at you seriously, and your smile falters. “Y/LN!” You hear called out to you, and you focus back on the ship. “Duty calls.” She nods, and walks up to where her family is. 

You walk onto the ship, your gloved hand on the hilt of your shield as the board up the ship. “Are you ready?” You hear Rogers ask. “No. I get seasick.” You chuckle. You look over at the man with a strained expression. “He’s running us into a trap, I just know it.” Steve nods. “I know.” 

“But, it doesn’t matter because I will fight to the depths of hell before I let you all and the prince die.” 

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regal ties (pt. 5) - wanda maximoff

a/n: sorry it’s been a minute, but i’ve started classes and i don’t really have any time to write now. but i’ll try every now and then when i can.

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You dressed up in regal wear for the gala.

Stationed near the door, you stood and watched as Wanda seemed to enjoy a dance with her brother. It was a delight to see Natasha as well. Though she was serving the royalty, she still looked regal.

As she walked by to grab more food from the kitchen, you stopped her. The soft touch almost made her flinch, but she instantly noticed the calloused hands caressing her skin.

She turned to look at you, and you regarded her softly with a smile. “May I speak to you?”

“You may. But I can’t go far.” Wanda watched from the corner of her eye as you pulled Natasha over to a corner. “Is it important?”

“I just wanted to say hello.” The redhead scoffs, a large smile gracing you as she ducks her head. “I cannot stand you.” She pushes you back, making you laugh from your belly.

“My mother will burn me alive if I don’t get this food to the guests.” You laugh more, smiling down at her. “My apologies. I just-I love teasing you.”

“Jerk.” You let her walk away, and you walk back to your post.

“Y/N!” You turn your head, sighing as Pietro drunkenly waltzed over. “I dressed you up, and you do is work?”

“It is my job, sir.” He hums. “That may be, but I consider you a friend, and my friends have to dance at my galas, it’s a requirement!”

Sighing, you reluctantly let him drag you from where you were to dance with him and Wanda. “Dame.”

“Princess.”

———

The dancing went on for quite some time. Natasha and Yelena watched subtly at your uncoordinated dancing, which they were reminding themselves to tease you about.

You were stiff, and that led Wanda to lead. “You know everything but how to dance!” She giggles. You silently follow her, ignoring the looks from royalty who recognized that you were a knight.

“Oh, don’t worry about them.” She noticed your gaze, and made you look at her. “They’re jealous that someone as gorgeous as you can dance with the princess.”

“Gorgeous? I’m flattered, but I swore you couldn’t stand my face some time ago.” You smirk. She rolls her eyes, a faint smile on her features. “Just take my word, Y/N.”

“First name bases as well. I’ve gotten far in short time.”

“Oh, no. You shall still address me as-“ A window crashes, and all the guests jump in shock. You rush over to the disturbance, frowning at the sight of a torch.

Almost as if you anticipated it, another one came flying through, but you caught it and tossed it back out. You pop up from your crouch, and look around. “Guards, get them all somewhere safe. Someone find me Rogers!” You look back out the window and there are men clamoring to enter, as well as a small army marching up the hill.

“What’s happening?” Pietro asks. “Get to safety, Prince.”

“What about you?”

“You think I can’t handle myself? Go!” He sighs, running behind the guards, carrying his sister with him to wherever the royals were being taken. The staff huddled in the kitchen, and the guards stood their ground.

“Men! Follow me.” They ran after you down the steps, and outside into the square. That was when you saw it, the men were fighting others, and joined in.

After taking down a few, you’d made it to a man who’s throat you were going to slit, until you heard a chilling voice. “HALT!” The fighting ceased even from your side, and you dropped the man, before looking at the Titan before you.

Next to him stood two young women, one with swords, and the other with metal appendages and a single sword. “If I can’t speak to the king himself, I will take the next best thing! If I can’t get that…I’ll start killing your subjects!” You looked at Steve, who seemed to be knocked unconscious, but thankfully breathing.

“That would be me!” You yell. The Titan hums, looking over at you. “Hmm. You must be the Dame.” You nod, swallowing nervously. “That I am.”

“Well, I have a message for you.” You clench you jaw, holding to the hilt of your sword.

“Tell the king…that if he does not want to speak to me directly about his plans to invade my land, my children,” He points to the young women beside him. “Will take his children. And I will make an example of them!”

“How dare you threaten the king’s blood?!” The daughter with the longer sword charges you with speed, but you have a second or so to gather your bearings and begin to fight.

You dodge her big swings, and catch her sword with your own, giving you enough time to kick her directly in the stomach. She stumbles for only second before sending a much rougher kick to your side.

You fall to your knees in pain, and she swings her sword right in front of your neck. Your eyes widen in fear and your breath picks up. “Nebula!” The woman silently looks over to her father. “That’s enough.” She hums, backing away.

“Do you all see how easy it was for Nebula to make your precious warrior vulnerable?” Silence amongst the soldiers fill the empty space as you look down in shame. “Unlike this encounter, I will show the king no mercy if he doesn’t not get me a meeting!”

He looks directly at you. “Out of you, I shall make an example.” In a flash, Nebula’s blade ran across your skin, and you were in shock to the point where you barely noticed it.

The Mad Titan almost chuckled at your resilience. “Men. Come!” What’s left of his army retreats, and you place your palms on the wet, muddy ground. “Y/N?” You bend down, letting out the contents of your almost empty stomach.

———

“I should’ve been there to help you!”

“Prince. She took me down in less than 10 seconds, and could’ve decapitated me. I’ve been training since I left the womb, what makes you they wouldn’t have taken your head as a message?” Pietro sighs, stopping his pacing.

He shoots you a sad look, before placing his head in his hands. “Father wants to strike Titan. He wants to ambush after attacking you and the square.” You frowned with confusion.

“Why?”

“Thanos is evil. If he doesn’t strike now, whatever deal the Mad Titan wants will fall through. And we will be in peril.”

———

You stormed down the castle corridors, clutching your broken rib with a new limp in your step. Pietro was trailing after you, attempting to calm you.

You burst into the throne room with a furious face. “You cannot invade!” You yell. “Why don’t you just make the deal?”

“Excuse me?” The king asks.

“We don’t have the army for an ambush, let alone to fight a war!” Everyone in the room watched in shock as you took ragged breaths. The king’s family, including Wanda and Marya, watched on as well.

“You’re out of it, Y/N. But no matter, because I will move forward with the strike, and because you are so bold as to speak to me like a commoner, you will lead! So their blood will be on your hands as well as mine!” He storms over to you, getting into your face.

“I will do what is right! You will show respect for your king, and remind yourself that your current fate is better than death at my hands!” You huff, sparing Wanda a glance, before storming out.

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regal ties (pt. 4) - wanda maximoff

a/n: i’m back from my short hiatus to post this because i came up with a storyline for this and had to write. also the “sackbut” is basically just a trombone.

i ii iii iv v

Wanda had recovered from her illness well. But it had apparently been so bad for her, that she didn’t talk much.

A miracle if there ever was one.

What you hadn’t known was her consistent hysteria, mixed with the dreamlike state she was constantly in had rocked her. She wasn’t completely changed, she just spoke less. Which would’ve worried you if she hadn’t continued to play tricks on you, and drag you around.

But she did, and you were much more than a guard at this point. You’d become somewhat of an advisor, and you hadn’t noticed how she kept you close in effort to keep you away from that girl. Natasha, she’d learned.

Against her will, of course.

You seemed in a state of bliss whenever you saw her. She studied the girl sometimes, she noticed how you’d smile when you saw a flower that resembled the one she had sitting behind her ear. There was that time she was walking around the castle, supposedly spending time with her mother when she saw you with her in the kitchen.

You were leaning on the counter, smiling as you dug your finger in the sugary dough. You locked it off your finger, a smaller blonde girl hitting you in the back with a cloth as you laughed. You leaned down, kissing Natasha on her cheek, before you grab your jacket, heading towards the door.

A panic set inside her, and she turned, walking back down the hallway in which she came. You exited the kitchen, turning when you heard shuffling. Turning, you spotted the long train flowing from a scarlet red dress. “Princess?”

Wanda gasps, halting her steps as she heard your boots move towards her. “Y/LN.” There was that hostile tone you missed. “I’m sorry to-I thought you were with the queen.” You looked over at her as you continued down the hallway.

“Her and father had to have a discussion with Steven about moving some troops out.” You nod. “I miss the military jargon.” You smiled to yourself, hands behind your back. Wanda scoffs lightly, rolling her eyes. “I am sure.”

“Well…” She looks over at you as you turn a corner. “Any activities planned?”

“Um…I have a skilled composer from France coming to teach me the violin. I know some, but not much.” You nod, smiling at her. “That’s fascinating.”

“Oh, please don’t tell me you know it.”

“No! But I do know the mandolin and the sackbut.”

“Sackbut?”

“Sounds like a horn.” Wanda nods with an impressed look as you approach the mess hall. “Shall I accompany you to your lesson, Princess?”

“Y/N!” Before you knew it, Pietro and his guard crosses the room, his hand in yours in a handshake. “I assume my sister has already informed you of the ball tonight?”

“Oh, no, is this a new development?” Pietro nods, as Wanda looks away. She’d hoped you could stay with her all day so that she could avoid it, but apparently not. “Yes, mother has set out to find a suitor for my sister.” You looked at her in amusement, and she was dreading this conversation.

“It will be fruitless, but entertaining to watch I’m sure.”

<>

After your encounter with Pietro, you made it to one of the recreational rooms.

There were rumors that Wanda painted in here, which you were curious about. There waited a man, he stood with a straight back. You can hear Wanda squeal as she runs over to the man, and the two share a french greeting.

“Pierre! Tu m’as beaucoup manqué.” Pierre! I have missed you very much.

“Tu m’as manqué aussi, Wanda.” I’ve missed you as well, Wanda.

The air became slightly tense as the two looked at one another with a love in their eyes. You awkwardly stood, rocking on your feet as Wanda snapped out of it. “Um…Pierre, c’est ma garde, Y/N.” You smile, waving from your waist shyly, and the man nods.

“On commence?”

<>

The lesson went on with glances that made you uncomfortable, and the man touching Wanda too often.

Whether it was to adjust a string or the instrument, or to tell her she was doing good. It ended rather quickly of course, but you were too focused on the man’s hand placement that you hadn’t noticed the looks Wanda was giving to you.

You watched like a hawk because unfortunately one of the only world known languages you didn’t know is French. “Donc c’est le vaillant soldat dont vous avez parlé dans nos lettres?” He asks. So this is the valiant soldier you spoke of in our letters?

“Oui, Pierre. Elle est belle, non?” Yes, Pierre. She is beautiful, no? The man smirks. “Très.” Very.

They were finished now, and conversing as you spoke with another guard. “Y/N!” You turn to her sharply. “Can you please escort me to my room here in the castle, and have the man you’re speaking with take Pierre to his?” You quickly do she asks, escorting her to her room.

<>

“How can I persuade you to attend? Not as a guard, but as a friend? I’m sure there’s plenty a princess or duchess who would love to court you, Y/N.” You scoff as Pietro attempts to convince you to join in on the festivities. 

“I am spoken for, Prince.” Wanda sat on the other side of the room, being fit into her gown. She rolled her eyes at your answer, wincing as the corset was pulled tighter. “Well...as personal guard, I forbid you from coming to a formal dressed event as if you are fresh off of the battlefield.” You smile, rolling your eyes as you sigh. 

“I will not attend in a dress, Pietro.” The man smiles, patting you on the shoulder. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Sir.”

<>

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regal ties (pt. 3) - wanda maximoff

a/n: this is my birthday post! hope you all enjoy!

i ii iii iv v vi

Wanda refused to admit she already missed your company.

Pietro wasn’t boring, and of course she missed him, but he knew her. He knew how desperately she wishes to push his buttons, but he wouldn’t allow it.

That’s why she enjoyed you. You seemed to do her bidding, a loyal soldier. She could do whatever she liked to you, and you’d just have to take it.

“I don’t trust her, brother.” Pietro sighs, holding the hilt of his sword as they walk along. “She is better than you assume. She is a fine soldier, a warrior. I trust her with my life.”

“That is phenomenal, really…but…if she cannot save me from drowning-“

“That was a stunt you pulled, Wanda. You tricked her.”

“Ah! Never mind that!” He shakes his in disappointment, chuckling as they continue to walk on the bridge. Her eyes drifted down, not far from the bridge. She saw the path to the dock, and noticed something.

Stopping as Pietro began to speak again, she saw you. Leaving that girl’s house. The one she saw you wave at before. You were both laughing as she pushed you out of her cottage, she shoved your jacket in your hands, before pulling you in for a passionate kiss.

Wanda almost gasped, but she held to herself. She watched as you separated, a goofy smile on your face she couldn’t quite see as you watched the redhead walk back in. When you turned around, you began walking up, but felt eyes on you.

You looked up to see no one there, frowning as you began your trek up the hill back to the stables to sleep due to how light it had become.

<>

When you made it back to the castle the next morning, you walked through the halls, searching for the prince and princess. After a minute or so, you recognized the man walking before you, regarding him with a smile.

“Commander Rogers!” The man chuckles, engulfing you in a hug. “Y/LN.” You two separate, not knowing that Wanda was listening in from behind the door next to you. “How is the princess?” The question makes you scoff as your jaw clenched.

“No comment.” The man laughs, patting you on your arm. “I could put in a word, maybe-“ You hold a hand up in refusal. “No, that is quite alright. I-“ The door creaks open, startling you as you see Wanda standing before you.

“Y/LN, Rogers.”

You look away from her with a clench of your jaw, your eyes on the floor. “My brother had to walk me to my cottage.” You frown. “I had the day off.”

“The day ends when the sun sets.” You can feel the glare, and the air becomes tense as Steve looks between you. “You are dismissed, Steven.” Steve gulps, bowing as he walks off. “Y/LN.”

You refused to acknowledge her. She was testing yo- “Y/N! Look at me when I speak to you, please!” You quickly gulp, looking at you. “Come inside, now.”

“I-I cannot, I need to find your brother.”

“Than I shall come with you.”

“Princess-“ Your voice cracked. “Princess, it is a personal matter.” Then she starts to laugh.

“You’ve conceded.”

“I do not understand?”

“You are like a pussy cat. I have pushed you to your limit in two days, and I intend to continue.” She smiles.

Your eyes widen in fear. You begin to stammer on your words, and she continues to smile. “You evil-“

“Who was that girl?” The question stopped your voice and you frowned again. “What?”

“Who’s the girl, Y/N? From our walk, and the one you spent your day with? Does the king know his first in command is involved with lowly common folk?”

“I don’t have time for this, princess.” You shake your head, walking in the direction opposite of her. Groaning as you can hear her footsteps moving towards you. “Listen, I apologize for my hostility.” At that you scoff.

“Are you mad?! You grill me like a hog, and then immediately say “I apologize.”, insanity this is.”

<>

The days after that interaction hadn’t gotten easier. Despite the convoy being ready, the king made no move. Steve and Pietro had updated you, saying it could truly be weeks or months until they made some treaty so the fighting wouldn’t happen.

You escorted Wanda everywhere. Dances, tea parties, dinners. You kept silent, obedient. She kept you so busy, you barely had time to see Natasha.

So thankfully one day, she called you and Anna into her room one morning. Not thankfully, but still.

She was sick.

“Do you want me to notify the doctors to come and take a look at you.” It was a stupid question to ask, but she was a stubborn one, you’d heard. She nodded, so it must’ve been bad.

You raced your horse to the city where the royal service lived, running up into the doctors small office, before riding him to the princess. Word spread, and commoners began to whisper.

And in her daze, so did Wanda.

When she saw you there, patting her forehead with a cold compress, she looked into your y/ec eyes in awe. If no one was there, she’d kiss you just to taste what that girl had. She assumed it would taste like strawberries, you love those she noticed.

Or heard…from Pietro of course.

“You’re alright, my Princess.” Your voice so soft and smooth, and she was your Princess. Forget Sokovia. She didn’t want you to go, but the king had gotten there, Pietro by his side.

The king had dismissed everyone but Doctor Banner and the Prince from leaving. Their mother was out of the kingdom discussing dowries, and possible arrangements for her daughter’s marriage. God, Wanda didn’t want that.

She didn’t want to have to look at you and whomever that girl was, fawning over one another. It’s all she saw. when you got out there. The girl stood with a tall burly man whom Wanda recognized as the butcher from when she was young.

There was a smaller but older woman, next to a shorter blond, and you stood with them in the street, conversing. “CLEAR THE STREETS” The soldiers yelled, and you did, disappearing from sight completely.

<>

The next day, you came in to check on her.

“You look slightly less flushed.”

“Mm.”

You sat with her all day, not against your will. You were actually advised to stay clear, but Pietro sent you to read her a favorite that she got for her 16th. “Leave it up to you to save 30 Shakespeare sonnets.”

“You know I’ve met him twice.”

“Oh! Wow, that is amazing.” Conversation seemed to be friendly, and you both forgot that you loathed one another.

You read them, and the romantic ones hit her harder as your smooth as silk voice vibrates off of the wood. She fell asleep soon after, and you admired her in all her pale beauty.

“Goodnight, my Princess.”

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regal ties (pt. 2) - wanda maximoff

a/n: here’s part 2! thanks for the love on the first

Pairing: wanda maximoff x knight!female!reader, slight natasha romanoff x reader

i ii iii iv v vi

The next morning you were up before dawn. You arrived by Wanda’s cottage, and waited outside. After a while, one of her new servants, Anna Marie, had let you in.

As Wanda slept in her room, she could hear light conversation. “So…you and Natasha? I swore you were courting another.” You scoff, taking a bite from the bread bowl. “Nonsense! Shall I ask you of Sir Remy?” The girl blushes, bowing her head.

“He does not know if the likes of me, Y/N.”

“I beg to differ, Ms. Marie.” She frowns, sitting up as she moves out of bed, rubbing her eyes with a yawn. She opens the door, and your breath hitches as you stand at attention. You bow your head.

“Princess.” The action before seemed to knock the breath from you as you stood with your hands behind your back. “Y/N.” The sight of you seemingly submissive and ready to serve made her feel like a princess again.

She had almost softened up to you yesterday, but a nagging in her head told her not to. “It seems you like to relax, eat my food, and talk to my servant despite you being here to watch me.” You gulped, shaking your head no.

“It’s not her fault, princess, I-“ Wanda smiles, holding her hand out to Anna, silencing the girl. “Is there anything I’m to attend to?” Your jaw clenched, but you nod.

“I am meant to escort you to breakfast with your family, and your father’s advisors. A welcome back, I’m sure.” She hums, looking back at the other girl. “Anna, is it?” She nods rapidly with anxiety. “Come.” She walks back towards her room, but turns to you once more with a smirk.

“At ease.” You let out a breath, your shoulders untensing as they leave the room.

<>

After escorting her, you end up in the training grounds, sparring with Clint and Natasha.

They doubled on you, but you fought back with your training stick and shield. “So…how’s the princess?” Clint asks with a smirk. “Everyone wants to know, huh?” The man chuckles, swinging his own training sword into the shield.

“My mom used to watch her when she was young, she was either a brat or a sweetheart depending on the day.” Natasha chuckles, continuing the sparring. You smirk as the two bang their sticks on your shield.

You push back, turning to hit your stick on Clint’s side. “Dead.” You duck under Natasha’s swing, pretending to stab her side. “Dead.” The two groan as you pull back.

“Yelena!” The girl looks up from her pot of food with a mouth full, making you giggle. “Come on! It’s your turn!”

“Oh, no I’m good.” She smiles, continuing to eat. “It’s either training or I walk you to the laundry room on my way to the princess.” Her eating stops, food falling into her shirt.

She looks up to you with a glare, making Natasha laugh. “You heard her!”

“Die, Natalia!”

<>

When you met back up with Wanda, she seemed tired and famished which meant she ate well. “I wanna go to the shore, I haven’t stepped in water since I was very young.” You sighed, wondering how many things she hadn’t done in Italy. You knew why Pietro hadn’t finished his education. His father was getting older, and he needed to be schooled on the ways of a king.

“Do you know any Italian?” Wanda smirks, nodding as you walk down the tons of stairs towards the shore

“Non lo so, dimmelo tu.”

“Bene, cosa hai studiato?” The brunette’s eyes widen as she stops, curling the red scarf around her shoulders closer to her. “You know Italian?” You nod, holding your hands on the top of your belt. “You’re insufferable.” She muses with a less than kind smile. “Well, excuse me princess, but as head of this kingdom’s guard, it is essential that I know the languages of possible enemies or allies.” Wanda scoffs, walking ahead as she steps down the final step.

As she does, she doesn’t notice you halting as you watch Natasha wash and hang her clothes. You walked slowly as she felt your stare before she looked up. A smile graced her features as she waved back to you. “Y/N!” You jump at the exclamation.

Around you notice people who were working now bowing at Wanda’s presence. “Yes, princess?” You gulped nervously as she looked over at Natasha. She huffs, motioning for you to come to her. “Come.” And so you did, you continued to walk behind her. There was a small moment where you pushed her out of the way of a puddle, stepping your already dirty boots into the mud.

When you got down to the shore, you sighed, closing your eyes as you took in a breath of the tide’s air. Wanda watched you with a watchful eye, before begging to strip off her clothes. You hadn’t noticed until you were startled by the tossing of a large dress in your face.

You yelped, opening your eyes, but immediately closing them as Wanda stripped. “Erm…what are you doing, princess?” You slowly open your eyes. She makes a soft gasp as she begins to untie her corset.

A groan escapes her as she stretches out her back. “I’m going for a swim.”

“Oh no, I-I cannot let you.”

“How come?”

“The tide is high, and I-I-I’m sure you can swim. It’s just that I cannot let you out of my sights, Princess.”

Wanda scoffs, walking up to you. “Cannot or will not? If you seek to make demands, assert your dominance, Dame Y/LN.” You chuckle at the use of your title, stretching your jaw in annoyance.

“I do not wish to assert dominance, but assure your safety, Princess. I hope you understand my worry.”

The brunette scoffs, smiling as she takes off towards. “Princess!” The dock was empty as the fishermen were off that day, so she didn’t have to worry about much as she jumped into the water.

Groaning, you ran after her, catching yourself on the edge. She hadn’t risen from the water, making you worry. “Princess?! Princess!” No response. “Wanda?!” You could see her hand floating, and your face drained with worry, remembering the rocks underneath the dock.

“Fuck!” Ripping off your shirt, you dive into the water. You can see her floating, her eyes closed. Exclaiming under the water, you swim to her, pulling her up over the water with her one hand. You then hold her against you as you pop onto the dock.

Slapping her face to wake her, you begin to get more worried. You couldn’t see any indication she was hit with a rock. “Wanda? Hey, hey! Hey, Wanda, can you hear me?” Your face drops when you hear her laugh.

A smile grows on her face, her pearly white teeth showing, making you frown. Scoffing, you push back as her eyes open. Her laughing never stops as she watches you look embarrassed. “Sorry, that was hilarious.” She laughs.

“Far from it.” You groan, standing up. You gather her dress and corset, walking away from the dock. “Oh, come on! I got you good, you must admit!”

<>

“Listen, I’m sorry about her. She loves pushing buttons.” Pietro says as he buttons his jacket. “Buttons were certainly pushed, my lord.”

He chuckles, watching as you grab the hilt of your sword. “At ease, she’s just Wanda. You are a warrior, I know you’ve had worse pupils than her.”

“Yes, but I have to see her every day.”

“Fair.”

The guard was setting off to the mainland to confront enemies across the shore, and no one trusted Wanda to rule Sokovia for a week, despite it being her birthright. There was set to be a council meeting on whether Baron Zemo would be a better fit.

There were also rumors that you were being considered to advise her. “What would you do if you were king? Queen?”

“King, my lord. The title still stands. If I were, I’d change nothing.”

“How come?”

“Well, your father’s policies, trade partners, laws…they’re all things I’ve agreed upon.”

A knock on the door startles you as you see Wanda on the threshold. “Brother. Ser.” Pietro scoffs.

“Y/N told me of your stunt this morning.” She looks over to you with a glare, making you gulp. “You’re not very funny, sestra.”

“I beg to differ.” Groaning, the young man shakes his head in disappointment. “Y/N, you’re dismissed. Take your day.” You don’t question his word, bowing as you walk towards the threshold. “What about me?”

“Father wants us to spend the day together.”

“Of course he does.”

<>

When he let you go, you immediately ran to Natasha’s cottage. Her parents and Yelena live across the way, but when she turned 19, you and Bucky had built this cottage where the school used to be for her.

You didn’t have to knock as she opened the door for you. “My beautiful oaf.” You blush as she caresses your face, before bringing you into her home.

“What brings you here?”

“The prince let me take my day.” Natasha smiles, nodding as she takes a plate of cooked fish, placing it before you. “Well, since you’re here, I made fish. Your favorite.” Humming, you quickly bite through the fish.

“Would it be alright if I stayed the night tonight?” She smiles, sitting in the chair before you. “Yes. I hope you know you never have to ask, Y/NN.” She scoots around the table, sitting closer to you.

You were going to quip back, but decided to close in on a kiss. “Why don’t we relax on my day off?” Natasha smiles, nodding as she stands. She grabs your hand, ripping you out of the chair, and into her room.

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regal ties - wanda maximoff

Summary: the reluctant princess meets the willing warrior.

Pairing: wanda maximoff x knight!female!reader, slight natasha romanoff x reader (eventually just platonic)

i ii iii

“She is the strongest warrior I’ve yet to see.”

“But father, she is merely a woman, not fit to protect a king, or the princess.”

“Untrue, my boy, you have not seen her in battle!”

“You are too kind, my lord.”

“I speaking nothing but truths.”

“The army is off to battle outside of Sokovian lines, and I as your queen have waved your duties as battalion commander.” You face drops at the proclamation. You frown, wiping your dirty mouth with a napkin, and you place it on the table. “Thank you, malady, but may I ask why?”

“The princess will be shipped in from England within the day, and I need her to be watched. You are one of the only people I trust to not let her get hurt.”

“We are discuss trading options with a Duke in the region of Prussia.” You nod to yourself. The king smiles at you.

“I will do as you please, my king.”

“Brilliant.” You take in a breath.

“May I excuse myself?” The king excuses you, and you push out your chair, walking outside of the dining hall. It wasn’t long before your walk led you to the yard where many soldiers were receiving training.

<>

As you approached, Steve noticed and spoke up. “ATTENTION, MEN!” All men stopped their jousting and rushed to the middle of the field at attention. “Commander Y/N has approached.” You grip the handle of your blade and walk up to the men.

“Men! I have been informed by the king that a Duke from Prussia has come to discuss trade. I expect you to be at your best. I have been appointed as a personal detail for the princess, so Commander Rogers will be my successor until I am needed in battle.”

“Finally!” Everyone falls silently as you glare towards them.

“Excuse me?” Silence. “Reveal your foul tongue, or I shall strike you down.”

A large burly man moves through the crowd, and barely towers over you with a smirk. “Steve is more of a leader than you, girl.” Of course Rumlow, the low life servant pig, had something to say. You scoff.

“That may be so, but I must tell you something.” You reach onto your belt, and pull a thick knife of a holster, swiftly swiping it onto his neck. “I was bred of warriors. This blade has killed millions, and will strike a million more. If you decide that I am not fit, so be it, but you will not speak above your station.”

You two began to stare one another down, until footsteps came down the stairs. “Commander!” You turn swiftly, blade still to his neck as you watch the messenger fidget slightly. “Um…the princess is here!”

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You walked behind the young boy whom you remembered to be May’s nephew, Peter, as he walked fast to the dock. The weight of your armor slowed you down as the wooden stairs creaked under your thick leather boots.

When you arrived on the dock, everyone seems to bow as she boards off but you don’t. I could have this person hung, she thought. Her dresses was short enough for her to walk out. Servants, including the messenger grabbed her trunks and began to walk them back up. She approached you.

“Princess.” You say with a bow of your head. “Ah, one of father’s lackeys? Does he want you to protect me?” You chuckle slightly as the crew moves past you. “Most insult my sex before they do my integrity, this is a first.”

“I don’t need protective detail, especially from another woman.”

“Ah! There it is, surprised you lasted that long.”

“You are speaking to me as if we are old friends. Know that I am your superior…”

“Y/N.” She scoffs.

“Y/N, stupid name that is.” She walks past you and towards the stairs, and you move to catch up. “I don’t need a protective detail.” She mumbled. You chuckle to yourself.

“Tell that to the arrow I took for your brother. A “friend” tried to assassinate him. The king is being cautious, and as the commander for th-“

“You’re the commander? What of Thaddeus?”

“Killed in battle months ago.”

“Goodness.” You hum as you allow her to pass.

<>

You had arrived to the dining hall where Wanda was greeting her family as Pietro approaches. “I tried with all my might, but they wouldn’t be swayed.” You smile, patting his back.

“It’s alright, your sister is quite the young woman.”

“A wretch that is.” He says, making you snicker. “Not far off.”

“I do love her, but her demeanor is fitting of her title. Spoiled princess.” Wanda is approaching, blatantly ignoring you. “Brother.”

“My sweet Wanda, oh how I have not missed you.” Wanda rolls her eyes as the two embrace. “I assume you’ve met Y/N.” He gestures over to you, making you smirk. “Yes, my lord, it seems as though she loathes the name.”

Pietro looks over at Wanda who shoots you at not so subtle glare. “I love your name, Y/N.” He smirks, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Much appreciated, my lord.”

“Ugh! Have I not told you about the formalities?! No more!” He pats your shoulder, walking off to his parents as your eyes meet Wanda’s. “I’ve only to escort you to your chambers, and you will not see me for the rest of the night.” You say with a kind smile.

“Hmm. And where are your chambers?”

“I sleep in the house near the stables, but my noblemen share my intended room.”

“How come?” You shrug. “I enjoy sleeping naked in bales of hay.”

Wanda looks slightly flustered, making you chuckle. “Sorry for my indiscretion. No, I um…I grew up grooming the horses, they get scared when I’m not near.” Wanda hums. “Well, I’ll bid everyone goodnight, and we can be on our way.” You nod, letting her walk away.  

———

The walk wasn’t far, and you has stopped in front of the cottage’s door. “Well. I’ve assigned two guards to watch over you at night. But I’ll probably be here early in the morning. Making my rounds.” You smile as she has no expression.

“Goodnight, princess. Welcome home.” You bow before her, making her crack a smile. When you stand up, you frown at her smile. “What?”

“Rarely anyone bows before me. At school it was only to mock.”

“Oh. Would you like me to stop?” She shakes her head no. “Do as you please.” She gives you a genuine smile before walking into the small cottage. 

You nod to yourself, uncrossing your hands from behind your back as you waltzed down the small hill. When you approached the small stable, you noticed your friend. Softly, you ran up to her, capturing her in a big hug that made her laugh, a rarity. 

“Let me down, you oaf!” You smile, letting her down as the wind blowed, her soft red hair and your tunic blowing with it. “So...How’s the princess, as spoiled as I heard?” Natasha asks curiously, making you scoff. “All you ladies do is gossip, hmm?” The woman shrugs, ringing out the towel in her hand. 

“She is fine, a bit spoiled, but nothing not expected of her.”

“Hmm.” The door on the other side opened, and there May was. “To sleep, you two. The guard don’t like us fraternizing.” You chuckle as Natasha’s hand covered your chest. “I am the guard, May.” She rolls her eyes, brushing you off as she walks out. 

“Well, that’s my cue.” She turns back to you, kissing you on the cheek as she walks backwards the door May left from. She gives you an air kiss, and you pretend to catch, punding your chest hard as you fall on your back dramatically, making her laugh.  

“Goodnight, oaf.”

“Goodnight, my widow.”

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a/n: I present to you another story adapted from a personal script! hope y’all enjoy this one. i do plan on this being ANOTHER wanda au series, i do have a canon divergence fic coming tho💁🏽‍♀️

Pairing: Actor!Wanda Maximoff x Actor!Musician!Reader

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