Hey!! My name is Evie. I mostly write angst fics. I don't write often because I have a busy schedule and I'm unmotivated 99% of the time but when I do, I try to put my all into it lmao.
Twitter: @/Rhaenicent20
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MASTERLIST
Marvel
Wanda Maximoff
coney island (series)
You are still recovering from the loss you had to go through when Thanos arrived on earth. Wanda is from another universe where you and her built a family together and had an almost perfect life until you disappeared on a mission. Realistically, your paths never should've crossed. But when someone who you couldn't remember messed up the multiverse, you knew consequences would arise, one of them include making yours and the Wanda Maximoff from another universe cross paths.
Happy Mother's Day
Wanda is forced to reminisce one of her happiest moments before she lost it all.
Too Late
Before your wedding, Wanda decides to confess.
Your Grief's Reflection
Stephen Strange accompanied by America Chavez land in your universe and see you. They ask for your help, ignoring how hesitant you are. What gets you off guard is not due to them being from another universe, though you wish that were it. It's about Wanda. Anything that has to do with her leaves you with no choice.
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Stranger Things
Robin Buckley
Thief
You lost your jacket but it ended up making your day better rather than worse.
Cliché
The beginning of your date with Robin.
Eddie Munson
American Pie
Everything seemed to be a tiring cycle until you found a light to pull you out of the darkness and into the real world.
Superache
eddie decides to stop running.
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House of the Dragon
Rhaenyra Targaryen
Break My Heart Again
Realizing your mistake was long overdue. The only way you know how to make up for it is by trying to help Rhaenyra win this war.
Closest to Heaven
Rhaenyra asks you a question and you answer her with the truth.
Chocolate
Someone catches you eating chocolates that are supposed to be for the feast the following day.
Heir to the Iron Throne
During Aegon's second nameday, Rhaenyra uncovers that someone is there for her and not Aegon.
If Only You Knew
You demand an answer to why the princess has been meddling in your affairs.
Everything Has Changed
When Viserys urges Rhaenyra to marry, the princess storms off to her only place of sanctuary, where you comfort her.
Rhaenyra Targaryen & Daemon Targaryen
War Of Hearts
When it came to love, you were lucky. In fact, too lucky that a war was brought forth because of you. After five years of hiding, you surrender and offer a proposal to Rhaenyra and Daemon that is irrefutable.
I will no longer be posting my work on this account. Instead, all my work will be posted on my other account @laenordeservedbetter . I've been posting there for a while, but I wanted to make a post that clarifies things. That will be my main blog starting today and in the foreseeable future. Although I'm not going to abandon this account entirely, I will not be logging on frequently. Rest assured, my previous works on this account will not be deleted. You will be free to read them anytime. That would be all. Thank you and I hope you continue to support me in my other account.
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WHY DID THEY FORGIVE CRISTON FOR RUINING THE WEDDING KILLING THEIR GUEST (LITERALLY THE BIGGEST CRIME IN WESTEROS) AND PUNCHING LAENOR? LIKE HOW??
I HAVE NO IDEA 😭😭 VISERYS SHOULDN'T HAVE LET THAT ONE SLIDE. LAENOR IS TO BE THE KING CONSORT AND I'M SURE CORLYS WOULDN'T HAVE FORGIVEN CRISTON EITHER. HOW IS HE NOT EXILED??? THAT'S MY MAIN QUESTION OF ALL. HOW IS CRISTON STILL ALIVE AND BREATHING WHILE HARWIN LITERALLY GOT MORE PUNISHMENT FOR PUTTING HIM IN HIS PLACE IN EP 6? MIND YOU, HARWIN DIDN'T EVEN COMMIT MURDER AND GOT REMOVED OR WHATEVER AND CRISTON GOT OUT OF THE WEDDING UNSCATHED. LIKE HOW/WHY???
Heir to the Iron Throne — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Summary: During Aegon's second nameday, Rhaenyra uncovers that someone is there for her and not Aegon.
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Warning: Sad Rhaenyra (I blame this on the people tbh. They need to appreciate her more.)
A/N: I'm gonna miss Milly and Emily as Rhaenyra and Alicent. That's all I have to say. I'm excited for Emma and Olivia though!! I think they're going to do a wonderful job.
Requests: Closed
I couldn't find the gif of her in the carriage so that'll have to do.
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Outside the vehicle, a lord is guiding the people to cheer for Prince Aegon. It disquiets you since he’s barely two years of age and he has gotten more respect by the populace than Rhaenyra has attained lifelong.
“Hail hail Aegon the Conquestor-Babe, second of his name. Here’s to His Grace on his second name day.”
Rhaenyra’s glum face falls into place simultaneously as the applause. She looks down at her fingers, thinking back to the day she was named heir to the iron throne. Lords came from all over the land, having no other choice than to offer their allegiance to her in order to not be considered traitors of the crown. No one was happy, including Rhaenyra. That burden fell onto her shoulders. She didn’t want it in the first place – didn’t ask for it. She despised meeting lords who want her dragonriding blood, attempting to fool her with pleasant words – it was piteous, actually.
If those men gave a thought in disregarding Rhaenyra’s heritage, they’d see a person instead of a valuable piece that could strengthen their houses. Behind Rhaenyra’s responsibility, there was her true self that she’d only unveil for you.
You weren’t meant to be in this carriage with her, but Rhaenyra had insisted to pull you away from your family.
“Either Y/n goes with us or I’m not going at all.”
Even during unpleasant days, Rhaenyra puts you before her duties when she knows she definitely shouldn’t.
You give her the chance to interlock your fingers together, providing a momentary freedom. In times like these, Rhaenyra only had you to cling to. It is unfair. She should have more people to rely on. If you won’t be around to defend her honor, who will?
They will never understand, Rhaenyra thinks. The air feels like it is gradually being taken away from her lungs. She deems herself purposeless, no different than how the realm sees her as besides the title of being their delight. If I am their delight, why is no one here for me? She rolls her eyes acrimoniously as she catches a glimpse of your hair.
No.
There is one person.
Why should I be bothered with what the people think of me? I am the heir. I could get anything I want using the throne, though it will not grant me my happiness. Y/n is what I need. As long as her smiles are directed towards me amidst of a crowd, I find myself able to breathe; to continue with the task given to me. I may not have a purpose in the realm, but I do have a purpose to be by her side. She is the air that I breathe, the other half of my heart, and the keeper of all my secrets. I do not wish for anything else besides her love.
Rhaenyra squeezes your hand three times, one for each word she wishes to deliver.
I WILL BE DOING THE RHAENYRA X READER X DAEMON FANFIC.
I REPEAT.
I WILL BE DOING THE RHAENYRA X READER X DAEMON FANFIC.
THEY'LL FIGHT OVER YOU AKA READER.
HELP ME COME UP WITH TITLES PLS. ANW, IT'LL PROBABLY COME OUT BEFORE NEXT WEEK'S EPISODE OR AFTER. DEPENDING ON MY FREE TIME. THAT WOULD BE ALL. THANK YOU.
Disclaimer: I cannot claim my work to be good. But here's an assurance that I'll try my hardest to put everything I have into it.
UPDATE: IT'S OUT!!! YOU CAN READ IT HERE. I DON'T THINK IT'S GONNA SHOW UP IN THE TAGS SO I'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE DO.
Why is my new Rhaenyra fic not showing up in the tags pls- 💀💀💀👸👸👸 😭 anw here's the link (if this post is the one to pop up in the tags i swear i'll offer myself up to be eaten by a dragon)
Summary: Someone catches you eating chocolates that are supposed to be for the feast the following day.
Words: 1.6k
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Here's to those two anons who requested for more Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader.
Requests: Closed
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“Lady Y/l/n, your father will not approve.” Your handmaiden asked, doing her best to get in your way. She’s afraid of getting dismissed from this position because your father is feared by those who know him. Not a single soul in King’s Landing let themselves be careless in his presence. One word from him could ruin her entire life.
You give Elena a reassuring look, “Do not fret, Elena. I will be back before he notices.” Stepping out of the carriage, you intentionally brush your hand against hers, taking advantage of how easily Elena gets flustered.
When you last stepped foot in the castle, you made it your aim to discover areas that aren’t too crowded. You’ve been in the carriage for six hours, not stopping for one minute. The delicacy you wanted wasn’t in any of the wagons at your back, but somewhere in the enormous brick walls surrounding salient lords and ladies of the seven kingdoms also including the regal family consisting of the Targaryens: King Viserys, Prince Daemon, Prince Aegon, and Princess Rhaenyra.
Memories of the crowded rooms were buried in the back of your mind. Consequently, it came as a shocker upon seeing unfamiliar faces inhabiting them.
Shaking those observations away, you made your way to the kitchenette. Nobody’s there, thankfully. Servants were possibly too concerned about the celebration in the morrow that will be held in honor of yours and your father’s arrival.
You needn’t concern yourself on such tedious affairs. Anything the King has prepared is less urgent than eating the delicacy on the table.
Nevertheless, you forbid yourself to say it aloud lest you be heard and then executed by the order of King Viserys.
But your family is too favored by him for you to be left to die in such a gruesome way.
Viserys is as harmless as a leaf.
A statement you shouldn’t say either.
You walked to the pastries like a mad man, albeit rather ungracefully. If your father were to see this, his eyes would pop out of its sockets. You’d be sent back to your hometown before you could even blink. The lord of House Y/l/n had a knack for desiring to protect his reputation.
Gold icing littered the cakes and cupcakes, your house’s sigil displayed on it. Whoever did this work must be a magnificent baker because these cupcakes are lovely. After you’ve had your full, you switched to the chocolates, which, in truth, is what you came all the way here for.
“Delightful, isn’t it?”
You jump, badly hiding the chocolate on your back similar to a toddler being caught with something they shouldn’t have. Standing before you was the one and only Princess of Dragonstone. Also known as The Realm’s Delight, Rhaenyra Targaryen. Pink tint rose to your cheeks, proof of your shame by being caught in your current predicament.
Scrambling to give a bow so unladylike, you find it in yourself to say, “Princess Rhaenyra. I am so… I… Apologize for my rather… unbecoming position.”
Power radiates off of Rhaenyra. She’s aware she could blab about this and is not afraid to hold it over your head.
You stare at each other, the tension blossoming each time you squirm under her gaze.
“I asked you a question, Lady Y/l/n.” Rhaenyra avers, being exceedingly condescending.
“Pardon, Your Highness?”
“Did you not hear my question earlier? Do I need to ask you once more?”
You gulp.
“I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t hear what you said.”
Rhaenyra gestures to the pastries beside you, “The cupcakes and chocolates. Are they delightful?” She takes three steps towards you, making you take a step back. You notice the rays of sunlight shine upon her through the crack in the window, highlighting her violet eyes. It hits you that the people were right.
Rhaenyra Targaryen is beautiful.
You’ve seen her before, yes, but that was years ago. This is the first time you’ve had a conversation with Rhaenyra. Gods, you made a fool out of yourself. She’s going to mention this to her father. Soon, this incident will be spread all over Westeros. Then, your life will be over –
Focus.
The Princess asked you a question.
You steel yourself, bringing back the last ounce of your self-respect. “Yes, my Princess. They are delightful.”
“I should hope so. They are for you and your father after all.” Rhaenyra lets down her guard, something resembling of a smile breaking through. The Princess, of all people, was smiling. The sight is to die for.
Fuck.
Get yourself together.
You’re thinking about the Princess.
This is not proper.
You’re oblivious to the reason why Rhaenyra isn’t disgusted by you when she has every reason to be. While that might sound bad, it is how members of higher houses would react if they were in Rhaenyra’s position. There are residues of chocolate and icing enclosing the corners of your mouth. From an outsider’s point of view, you do not resemble a lady, only more like a common person.
Despite your outer appearances, Rhaenyra is neither disgusted nor scared.
You appreciate that. “I know they’re for tomorrow. I couldn’t wait. We’ve been on the road for hours and my father didn’t bother to bring the food I like. I’m sure your perception of me has changed now. I apologize for that.” You babble.
“Calm down, Lady Y/l/n.”
“Please. Call me Y/n.”
“Well, if I can call you Y/n, it’s only fitting for you to call me Rhaenyra.”
You let out a loud gasp, yet another thing you weren’t expecting yourself to be doing. What is wrong with you today? “Your Highness. Princess. I shouldn’t. Calling you by your name would be disrespectful. You’re the heir to the throne.”
“You’re still calling me heir?” Rhaenyra starts to take a cupcake, hesitating midway due to her being stupefied.
“As far as all of Westeros is concerned, you are still heir, right?” You mused, pondering whether you missed big news at the time you were on the road or not. “Princess Rhaenyra, is there something I should know?”
Rhaenyra sways her head from side to side lightly, “No, it’s just that most people stopped calling me heir since Aegon was born. They cast me aside when he was introduced to the world.”
“If it’s of any consolation, my father and I are not like most people. He believes in honor. He knelt before you in front of the eyes of the seven kingdoms. The day he will stop doing that is if, gods forbid, something terrible happens.” You take the cupcake Rhaenyra is holding and replace it with another. “Try this one. The one you took tastes great. However, this is tastier. Trust me.” You add.
Rhaenyra takes a bite of the pastry, eyes going wide in amazement. “Oh, you were right. This is wonderful.”
“I told you. You should trust my judgment often from now on, Your Highness.”
“Thank you for saying what you said. It is highly appreciated.”
You nod. “Permission to ask freely, Your Highness?”
“Rhaenyra.”
“Fine, Your – Rhaenyra.”
“Much better and yes, you may.”
“Why are you here in the kitchenette?” You hand Rhaenyra a piece of chocolate that she accepts without reluctance.
She grimaces, referring to the chocolate. “Ugh. Don’t like this one. Sorry. . . Uh, same as you. I wanted the deserts, too. But you beat me to it by reaching them first.”
“What can I say? When it comes to anything involving chocolate, I’m faster than a wolf.”
“Is that why you and the Stark children don’t get along?”
“How did you…?”
“I’m the heir to the iron throne, remember? Information comes to me easily.”
“Ah, yes. How could I forget?” You ask sarcastically, searching for a piece of cloth to wipe your face. You don’t want anyone else seeing your disheveled state. Someone much worse could walk in that won’t be as good a company as Rhaenyra.
As if the devil herself has been summoned, Queen Alicent walks in.
You bow, “Your Grace.”
“Lady Y/l/n. Princess Rhaenyra.” Alicent looks at you both, “Your fathers are looking for you.”
You say nothing, feeling Rhaenyra tense beside you. Having no idea why you desire to hold her hand to soothe her, you subconsciously reached out. As bad luck would have it, you were reminded that it is not your place to do so. Queen Alicent didn’t notice. Rhaenyra did, though.
Although Rhaenyra’s mood was made lighter by your foolishness, she has a scowl on her face because of Alicent. “And what would you have me do about that, My Queen?” She holds her monotonous voice for the time being. Clearly, she was less amused by Alicent’s presence than she is with you.
“King Viserys requires both of you to be in the throne room.”
“Then we shall not keep him waiting.” You beat Rhaenyra to it as to keep this banter from expanding. “We will be going there in a few minutes, Your Grace.”
“Very well. I shall head back. Please make sure to keep your word.” Alicent forcibly smiles and takes her leave.
When the Queen is no longer in sight, Rhaenyra turns to you. “This interaction of ours was wonderful. I’ll see you in the morrow.”
Rhaenyra’s shift in attitude was expected. You couldn’t blame her for it, knowing she shared a bond with Queen Alicent before the latter married her father, putting a strain on their friendship.
“Are you not going to head to the throne room, Your Highness?” You suppose you could go back to your politeness now that the moment you shared is over. Perhaps you may continue it another time.
“No, but do send father my regards. Say that I am not feeling well.”
You sigh. “Of course, My Princess.”
Immediately after your compliance, Rhaenyra leaves.
My bisexual ass at midnight resisting the urge to write a rhaenyra x reader x daemon fanfic where they start a war to fight over r and not the iron throne that'll possibly end up as a poorly written smut:
Since this post is in the tags, here's another advertisement for my new Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader fic called chocolate. It's mainly fluff. Read it :).
Summary: Stephen Strange accompanied by America Chavez land in your universe and see you. They ask for your help, ignoring how hesitant you are. What gets you off guard is not due to them being from another universe, though you wish that were it. It's about Wanda. Anything that has to do with her leaves you with no choice.
Words: 2.8k
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Warning: Angst
I needed to get this out of my drafts. It could be considered as left on a cliffhanger. I will not do a part 2. Don't like that, don't read.
Requests: Closed
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You are a weapon.
To most beings, you simply were someone they could use to their advantage. You were annoyed by it, but what can you do? It was true. Your powers could be used to do magnificent things. It could fix what was broken or if left unsupervised, would be the one starting the chaos.
A mix of both, Tony used to say.
Despite knowing the simple facts, it didn't help take away the upsetting feeling you'd have whenever someone ordered you to do something, acting like you were a machine.
Mission after mission, cuts and bruises here and there. No one cared well enough about you to let you have a break.
You could just stop following those orders, but you have been on thin ice ever since you meddled with the stone that gave you your powers. Summer of 2014. Way before the Avengers got the stone back. You stumbled upon a Hydra facility, going past all their defenses to get to the stone. Managing their defenses wasn't easy, but you did it. However, your victory didn't last.
When you stepped foot in the same proximity as to where the stone was, a brunette knocked you out with her powers, sending you reeling back to the constant nightmare that is your past. There was something familiar about the energy the girl showed you. It was much like your own and you realized that you had been too late.
Hydra successfully enhanced another human being using that stone.
You escaped the facility. Nick Fury was disappointed that you tried to destroy the stone, knowing that he could use it on his side. Anger rushing through you, you snapped at him, yelling about how if you had gotten the opportunity to give him the stone, there's no telling what the moles in SHIELD would do.
He offered you a deal. You would work for him in exchange for getting protection from those trying to get back at you for causing trouble where you shouldn't be.
You found a home in the people you worked with. You found family. You found love.
After your first few months spent with the Avengers, the enhanced girl and her brother joined the group.
It was hard getting past all the walls she built around herself but you pushed through and eventually, you developed feelings for her.
You were there to help Wanda control her powers, meaning you had to spend a lot of time together. One thing led to another and you fell in love.
After defeating your nth big worldly threat, Wanda suggested that you both stay on the sidelines with matters regarding the world. She didn't demand it. She told you she would still support you in whatever you would decide to do. Though, you didn't need much convincing.
Settling down was the easy part. Not trying to help save the planet, on the other hand... Not so much.
The topic of going back was put off for many years. In those years, you and Wanda had Billy and Tommy, your precious boys. You had made a life for yourself that you were proud of. Everything was perfect until Thanos came.
Wanda died trying to stop him.
You weren't there.
The love of your life snuck out in the middle of the night, only leaving you a letter that would haunt you for the rest of your days.
"My darling,
I know how much you wanted to help but I couldn't let you sacrifice yourself. You and I both know that it has to be me. I was the one who accidentally brought him here so I'm the one who has to end it. I'm truly sorry. Billy and Tommy will be okay. They will get through it because they have you by their side. Please tell them that I will still be with them even if they wouldn't be able to see me. A part of me will live on through them and through you. When they were born, you asked me if I was scared about the idea of messing up when raising them. I told you no because I knew that they would be loved. My answer still remains. Do not doubt yourself. You and the twins are my whole world. I'm doing this for us.
My heart and soul will always be yours. No universe, planet, or even our own destinies would be strong enough to alter my feelings for you. If something tries to get in our way, I would fight through it. I would burn the world just to ensure your safety. I am not a hero. Nor am I a villain. I am simply a person who has gotten lucky enough to love you and be loved by you.
If by chance we meet again someday, I hope you'd tell me all about your adventures. I'd greet you with the warmest of smiles and a hug. But for now, my love, this is goodbye.
I love you.
— Wanda"
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"Where are we?"
"A universe similar to yours, it seems... Look." America Chavez pointed at the Avengers photos put up on the billboards. She walked closer, examining it as best she could.
Finding it a waste of time, Stephen Strange cleared his throat to garner the girl's attention. "I would love to stand here all day, kid, but there's a witch coming after you and I'd like to figure out a way to stop her before it's too late."
"Stephen, look." America emphasized again, bemusement crossing her features.
The sorcerer relented, tilting his head to see what the young girl was so bewildered by.
"Wanda Maximoff, one of Earth's mightiest heroes who perished in the hands of Thanos."
Pictures of Wanda flashed through the screen, people around stopping to watch. In just a few moments, chaos ensued in the streets. Some started throwing different objects at the pictures of the enhanced, causing few to panic. Strangers bumped passed each other but it seemed like they had one goal in mind: to ruin the images.
"I wonder what she'd done in this universe. Wanda saved them, right? Why are they throwing stuff at the pictures?" America asked, blocking herself from being hit by one of the flying saucers. "Uh, a little help here, please?" She winced as something sharp hit her in the leg, groaning when she figured out that she was bleeding.
Stephen stepped forward, placing America's arm around his shoulders to help her regain balance. "Let's get outta here.”
"Good idea."
"Stop right there!" A voice yelled from behind. Stephen froze up at the sound and America did too. Although, they had different reasons.
With a flick of your hand, the citizens of your town stopped moving, everything was frozen except you and your companions.
America hid behind the sorcerer, eyes glued to your every move. "Who is she?"
"That would be —"
"Y/n Maximoff." You cut him off, taking a step forward as you put your boys behind you. "And you're trespassing. This is not your universe, Stephen Strange." You glared at the two, but mostly at Strange.
"Isn't that Wanda's wife and kids? The ones she's trying to bring back?" The girl let go of her hold on Stephen's cape.
Tilting your head, you asked, "How do you know my Wanda?"
"The Wanda in our universe is on a rampage. She's after this girl's power -" Stephen glanced at the one beside him, "-so that she can travel anywhere in the multiverse she wants. She wants to bring you and your children back. We need your help."
Your resolve crumbled while your children gripped your hand tighter. That empty feeling you had tried so hard to bury resurfaced. Every ounce of torment, hurt, and anger had recurred just by the mention of her name. You don’t care if it’s another version of her. She will always be your Wanda. Like she had stated in the letter, no universe would be enough to change how you feel.
Yet… It’s as if you don’t get to be selfish. You think you have no right to be selfish for the reason that you have to put your children first. In another universe, there’s probably a variant of you that wouldn’t have to choose between the people you love most.
By no means would you have chosen to lose Wanda. If you could have switched places with her so that it would be you instead, you would have taken it. Every night after her death, you begged to have the power to do so.
Her death sealed destinies you stupidly thought were in your favor.
You didn’t have the privilege in mourning because you have children to raise. You reassured them that it was going to be alright when you weren’t so certain yourself. To them, you could do anything. To Billy, Tommy, and the rest of the world, you are strong.
What they couldn’t see was how you despised waking up in the morning to an empty bed – the bed that the love of your life used to occupy became dull. You despised listening to her favorite songs on the radio because it reminded you of what you lost. She taught you how to play the guitar but since that night, you never held it again. The pain turned you into a machine, moving on autopilot.
But you carried on because you had to.
Your love for your children only intensified. You started appreciating the little things in life. You thanked whatever was out there that your children are still by your side, living. No matter what, you still have them, which brings you back to what Stephen had told you.
In his universe, Wanda was the one who lost you. Though, unlike you, she lost the twins as well.
You couldn’t bring yourself to think about the pain she must feel. Worst case is that it has been multiplied tenfold. Nonetheless, it begs an opposing question: could pain even be measured?
You must have become lost in your thoughts for Stephen’s companion to clear her throat loudly to garner your attention.
Raising an eyebrow at her, you stumbled back in disbelief the longer you properly analyzed the way she acted. “You’re just a kid.”
She brought up a polite smile, waving her hand awkwardly. “Hi. America Chavez. That’s me.” She pointed at herself.
“How – Why is Wanda after you?”
“As Stephen said, I have powers to travel the multiverse. She found one where her variant had the dream life she wanted, which she got to experience some parts of it by dream walking. The only catch, she wants it to be permanent. So, she wants to kill me. Fun. Not really, you know. But –”
Billy spoke up for the first time ever since this interaction, “That must be scary.”
America turned to him, smiling sadly. “It is.”
Your children shared glances at each other that even you couldn’t understand until Tommy voiced their thoughts out verbally. “Mom, we need to help them.” He said.
Your breath hitched. You couldn’t risk your children getting hurt.
Forcing yourself to come up with a response without breaking your children’s hearts, you cupped their faces, noticing them subtly relaxing under your touch. “Sometimes, we can’t help people. I know that it’s not what you want to hear but it’s the only way to keep you safe.” You said.
“We’re never safe, mama.” Tommy looked at you knowingly, gently pulling away to point at the vandals on the huge screen of a building, the writings on the sidewalk, and the people hurting each other who are now frozen in place.
After Wanda sacrificed herself for the greater good, the people continued blaming your family, saying that Wanda deserved it for being the reason Thanos came here in the first place. Although you could take a few harsh comments here and there, you couldn’t say the same for the twins.
It had gotten worse to the point where you decided to just home school them. The choices you have made since then was all for their safety. You admit that you’re overprotective.
One look at your boys and you were reminded of your Wanda. Their eyes held hope in them, one that you would give everything to see that they would never lose it to the cruel reality. “Okay. Let’s help them.” You decided.
Billy pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “Mom would want us to.”
“Yep, she would.” Tommy glanced sadly at Wanda’s face on the screen at the same time the people moved again.
Your eyes were glued to Stephen and America. “Do not make me regret this.” You said to them.
“Don’t worry, Y/n. We won’t.” Stephen assured.
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“Tea?” You offered, not used to having visitors enter your home. America nodded eagerly while Stephen seemed hesitant. “Don’t worry. Nothing bad is in it.” You poured the tea to three cups, one for each of you to drink.
The twins were in their room, resting. They wanted to stay in case you needed help but you insisted that you could handle this on your own.
Stephen took a sip of his tea, nostalgia gracing his face. “You make tea exactly as how I remembered it.”
“I’m going to assume it’s a good thing.”
“It is.” He said.
“So what happened with your Wanda?” You sat down on the chair opposite of the two with anxiousness mixed with curiosity about knowing of their Wanda.
“It’s better if I just show you. You’ve still got your powers, right?”
“As far as I know, I still do.” Shrugging, you reached for Stephen’s hand and clasped it with yours. You gasped softly at the ache in your head, hearing Wanda’s voice demanding for you to stay out of it. Grasping that the Wanda of Stephen’s universe is made aware of his presence in yours due to what you suspect is the book of the damned; you try to speed up the process.
It’s like seeing her for the first time. She always had an aura that most people would find intimidating. Wanda looks different. Her hair is dyed, she’s wearing a headpiece and though she looks stunning, she has grief radiating off of her. You spot this easily because you’ve seen yourself go through it.
Wanda marches towards Stephen and his friends. “You gave all those lives just to keep me from my family.” She accused.
“You took those lives. You cannot be allowed to cross into the multiverse.” Stephen retorts.
“I’m not a monster, Stephen. I’m a mother.”
“Wanda, you have no children. While Y/n may have been real, your children aren’t. They don’t exist.” The sorcerer reminded her, trying to tread lightly at the topic so that it won’t provoke the Sokovian too much.
“Oh, but they do. In every other universe. I know they do because I dream of them. Every. Night.” Wanda whispered, summoning the Darkhold, confirming your suspicions.
Each red thread of her magic showed her variants with other variants of you and the boys.
You stepped closer to look at one wherein you were dancing in the rain while the boys played, Wanda in the sidelines laughing, saying you were going to get sick. You long for this happy life. So does Wanda.
These universes your variants are living in are places you will never ever go to.
“Of Y/n and our boys. Of our… Life together.” She continued, “Every night, the same dream. And every morning…” Wanda closes the Darkhold, a stray tear falling down her cheek.
“The same nightmare.” You cite with her. Wanda’s insurmountable sorrow paved way for the Darkhold’s influence to unfurl rapidly. She had nothing else but her lonesomeness to cling to, becoming a constant compared to all the people she lost. While this does not justify her wrongdoings, it makes sense.
You spared one last glance before deciding you’ve seen enough.
When you get out of Stephen’s head, it takes you a minute to realize that you’re sniveling. “Wanda is hurting. I don’t want to cause more pain in her life, Stephen. I would never hurt her. You should know that. With the Darkhold influence or not, she is still my Wanda. I will help you reason out with her and help protect America but if you’re expecting me to do something that will kill her, you’ve got the wrong person.”
Stephen gently pushes his now empty cup to the side, making eye contact. “I know that and I understand. Although, if I were to bring this up when thinking of the grand calculus of the multiverse, I might have a different say, but honestly, right now I don’t mind. I’ll take any form of help you offer me. You’re the only person Wanda would listen to.”
Hi!! Could you write about Rhaenyra x Fem!Reader? They were never very close as Rhaenyra was Alicent's friend, but after Alicent married Viserys, Rhaenyra grew closer to the reader. You can do it as a platonic or romantic relationship, but make it super sweet, please. Thanks in advance 🥰❤️
Closest to Heaven — Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Summary: Rhaenyra asks you a question and you answer her with the truth.
Words: 454
Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader
Warning: Fluff
Although the words said are romantic, this is more intimate than sweet (not in a nsfw type). I hope that's okay. As Evelyn Hugo said, "People think intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth."
Requests: Open
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“Do you think I’d ever be queen?” Rhaenyra voices out, her thoughts getting the better of her. Her back is turned against you while she brushes her hair. In spite of her hefty query, there was no edge to her voice, suggesting that she was asking on her own accord. Rhaenyra was asking your honesty. She wants to know what you think. Though, she couldn’t say the same for the lords of the kingdom who give their opinions unwarranted, believing that they know all.
You’ve been there for the Princess since Alicent married her father. Even after twenty-four moons, you are not able to shake away the memory of watching the betrayal on Rhaenyra’s face unfold in front of you. After everything, you asked Rhaenyra if she would have changed it if she could. You were astounded as she responded with, “No, because then I would be introduced to a life without you. All that power means nothing if I don’t have you, my dear.”
Kneeling down before your Princess, your eyes meeting, yours glinting with much fondness and warmth, you quote the saying of the people, “Targaryens are closer to gods than to men. Why do you think they say that?” You counter her question with one of your own. Rhaenyra holds your hand while shrugging.
“Because of our dragons.”
“No, Rhaenyra,” You tut, “The people say that because Targaryens are so close to the heavens. You have the power to change the realm with something as simple as actions or mere words. You were made to rule. You’re gentle, but you can be ruthless when you have to be. No one else could do that. Without you, the seven kingdoms would destroy itself. Besides, you’re already named heir. Otto Hightower couldn’t convince your father to revoke that position from you even if he gave his life for it. So, yes, I think – no, I believe you’re going to be queen. Lords and ladies may not see your potential yet, but they will. I promise you.”
Rhaenyra leans forward, her forehead pressed against yours. “Thank you.” She whispers. “You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be.”
“There’s no need to thank me, my love. What I spoke of is the truth and nothing but.”
The queen of your heart leans in, lips brushing against your own. Your chest fills with warmth at the tenderness Rhaenyra is exhibiting towards you. You lean into the kiss, wishing you could stay like this. The weight of Rhaenyra’s responsibilities lift off of her, her intent focused on showing you how grateful she is. She wants you to know. And you do.
Because sometimes, the best words are the ones you don’t need to say out loud.
