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the chaos that was between us

• tension in between us •

• inches in between us •

• something between us •

• further in between us •

• more between us •

• jealousy between us •

• someone in between us •

• truth and doom between us •

• deeper between us •

words: 13.9k

warnings: 18+, stripper!reader (23), rich business lady! wanda (32), mommy kink, yearning, fluff, smut, dommy wanda, fingering, hint of cunnilingus, dirty talk, horny thoughts, angst, mention of abuse, mentions of assault, mentions of the word suicide, slight injury, death. minors, DNI.

a/n: this chapter took longer than expected, but i didn't want to rush the goodbye to this story. i hope you enjoy the finale as much as i did writing it. this one's close to my heart. happy reading :) previous chapters linked up above. - xo, saph.

agatha’s neck strained as she looked up at the towering building, and then, as she eyed the large letter m that displayed itself proudly on the front of the high-rise, a shudder ran through her.

whether it was caused by the daunting feeling of something so huge looming over her or the gust of wind that picked up and blew against the back of her neck, the brunette was unsure. but… what she did know was that she had come to this building with a purpose: to try to protect you.

so, as agatha removed her hands from her coat pockets, she wormed her way through the swarm of strangers who rushed past her on the pavement and stalked towards the entrance until she was in front of two glass doors.

a right hand reached for one of the solid brass silver pull handles, and with the metal feeling icier than her palm could handle, she rushed inside.

“evening, ma’am.”

with her hands smoothing her jacket, agatha raised her head to be greeted by a tall man in a black suit and an earpiece. he stepped towards her from behind an access-control barrier, and she couldn’t help but look back and forth between the electronic sensor and the man’s appearance.

“oh my,” agatha chuckled, albeit awkwardly. her hands moved to tidy her wind-swept brown hair, and with a curious tilt of her head, she said, “you look like men in black.”

the security guard, who seemed unfazed by the comparison, took another step forward and shot her a soft smile. “how can i help you?” he asked, and when the words left his lips, agatha paused.

a moment of doubt settled in her chest along with the feeling that this somehow felt like a betrayal to you… like she was going behind your back.

but, with the reminder that trouble was in your life, she shoved away the saddening feeling and smiled - a little tightly - at the man. “i’m here to see miss maximoff,” she replied.

“do you have an appointment?”

“no…” agatha drawled. “though, and i’m sure you’ve heard this before, i don’t need one.”

the security guard tutted as he stepped back from the sensor. “i’m sorry, ma’am, but without an appointment, i’m afraid there’s nothing i can do.”

“you don’t understand i-”

“i understand completely, but it’s protocol and policy…” his eyes glanced to the security barrier in front of him.

agatha followed his gaze and looked at the electronic gate that separated her from wanda.

she knew it wouldn’t be as easy as freely walking in, finding her office floor and talking to her. no, with a stature like the redhead’s, she’d of course have security during work hours.

but agatha was determined, whether she needed an appointment or not, so with a rise and fall of her shoulders, she told herself to remain steadfast. “that being said, it’s important that i see her,” agatha maintained, and with a movement towards the split-half doors that remained locked, her eyes returned to the man’s. “if you could please-”

“ma’am,” he interrupted, and with a soft sigh, he stepped back once more. “i’m not even sure if miss maximoff is in the building right now. you may be wasting your time…”

“she has to be,” agatha declared, her eyebrows creasing in slight frustration. she wasn’t a simpleton, and with a phone call to your landline a couple of hours prior, agatha had eventually, and casually, broached the question of whether you were spending the day with wanda. to the brunette’s relief, you had said you wouldn’t be and stated that wanda would be in the office for most of the day. but now… did you lie to her? agatha shook her head at the thought. “can you check? i was told she would be.”

“no can do, i’m sorry.”

“look!” agatha spoke, her voice louder than intended, and she took a step closer until the barrier pressed against her hips. “i- you’ve got to help me out here, man… i cannot begin to explain how important it is that i see wanda.”

“agatha?”

the brunette’s eyes widened upon hearing the familiar voice, and with a snap of her head to the left, she watched the redhead stalk over to the barrier, papers stacked in the crook of an arm and a puzzled look on her face.

“wanda!” agatha chorused, and if she wasn’t so thankful for the chance of the redhead walking through the foyer, she would have shot the security guard a look of vindication.

but, instead of acting on the petty feeling, agatha’s eyes stayed focused on the redhead as wanda motioned for the man to let her through.

when the machine chimed and a green light lit up, the split-half doors opened, allowing agatha to enter. with a glance at the man, she watched as wanda thanked the security guard, and then she turned on her heels.

agatha immediately followed the redhead, and as her eyes roamed over her form, agatha wondered how much the maroon tailored suit she wore cost her. she looked expensive.

“what can i do for you agatha?” wanda asked, her heels clicking hard against the tiled floor as she strode past a sitting area and towards the back of the foyer, where three lifts were located.

agatha persisted with the pace of the businesswoman, who was surprisingly brisk considering the type of shoe she wore, and, as they drew closer to the section with lifts, she felt a surge of panic at realising that wanda was clearly too busy and most likely heading back to her office floor.

“well i…” there were people all around, and she knew this conversation couldn’t happen here. “i need to talk to you,” agatha replied, her steps finally slowing as did wanda’s.

the redhead shot her a look, and with furrowed eyebrows, she pushed one of the connected buttons. “i will say, you visiting here was foreboding enough. but… i’m all ears.”

the lift in the middle sounded as it began to descend to the ground floor, and agatha felt a little ashamed at not thinking about what wanda might have assumed when she stepped through those doors and stressed that she needed to see her.

but, instead of apologising, which rested on the tip of her tongue, agatha moved a hand to wanda’s right elbow. “is there somewhere private we could go?”

wanda’s eyebrows weren’t furrowed anymore, but she did arch one as she looked down at the contact. “you grow more intriguing by the minute, agatha.” the remark made the brunette return the hand by her side, and before she could utter another response, wanda spoke again. “look, i-” she glanced at the analogue clock that hung above the middle lift, “you’ve caught me at a bad time. i have back-to-back meetings all day, and i’m actually running behind for one now.”

there was no way agatha could let the day pass and end without explaining the interaction she’d had the night prior. “but it’s about victor.”

the redhead whirled to agatha, and as a loud ding sounded, the doors opened, and before the brunette knew it, she was being pulled by her forearm and into the empty space of the lift.

“jesus…” agatha muttered. her thick hair swayed in front of her face, and as she felt like she’d been whiplashed, she heard the lift doors close behind her. “you are surprisingly strong.”

“what do you mean, it’s about victor?” wanda whispered harshly, ignoring the comment, and with her free hand, she pressed the button to the sixteenth floor before facing the brunette again.

agatha tried not to think too deeply about the fact that they were about to ascend close to the top floor of the building, and with the daunting feeling kicking in as the lift started to move, her right hand grabbed the handrail that travelled around the walls. “he visited the club last night.”

wanda’s face hardened, and with a flare of her nostrils, her eye contact with agatha broke as she looked at the digital screen in the lift, which displayed the floor number; she turned her gaze too, watching as it counted up.

one.

two.

“what did he say?” wanda asked lowly. agatha looked at her again, and when the redhead turned to face her, the brunette caught sight of green eyes brimming with tears.

“he…” the daunting feeling of travelling higher was subdued by the staggering urge to check on wanda, and with her grip on the handle loosening, agatha stepped closer to the woman before her, and placed a comforting hand on her bicep. “he said a lot of things.” agatha answered, and the look on wanda’s face made her heart ache. “he knows my doorman’s name, he knows my name, he knows…” the words died on agatha’s lips. the very ones she had come to utter. but now that she was here and about to voice them out loud, it made her want to cry and throw up all at the same time. “he knows…” agatha tried again, her hand on wanda’s arm falling back to her side.

the way the brunette struggled to finish her sentence made wanda crinkle the stack of papers in the crook of her arm, and as it resounded in the space, she took a deep breath. “he knows who she is, doesn’t he?”

agatha could only nod. she briefly glanced at the lift's display again as she felt the familiar feeling of her throat tighten. this was a fear being made real for her; the promise to your mother potentially being broken. the brunette took a step back, and her palm found the handrail again.

five.

six.

a brief silence filled the space, and then, as wanda’s free hand pressed another button, this one for the eighteenth floor, the sound of wanda receiving a phone call reverberated in the lift.

it didn’t take long for her to reach into the right pocket of her maroon trousers, and with a soft “oh” falling from wanda’s lips, she cleared her throat before putting the phone to her ear. “hi darling,” the redhead greeted.

agatha blinked at that. what were the chances? she thought.

wanda hummed into the phone. “work is going well,” she said, and with green eyes landing on her face, agatha felt the unnecessary need to hold her breath. you couldn’t know she had visited today… what if wanda tells you that she is looking at me as you speak? “oh, you know the usual, meetings upon meetings today….” wanda’s gaze turned from the brunette's face, clearly feeling the familiar guilt from leaving an important detail out, and she looked at the digital screen again.

nine.

ten.

“that’s a nice idea.” wanda spoke again after a moment as she began to smile. “i think i’ll be back by then; if not, i’ll be slightly late.” turning back to face agatha, she continued. “something has come up… i know, honey. okay, i’ll see you later.”

agatha watched as the redhead ended the call, and with the phone slipping back into her pocket, she quirked an eyebrow at wanda. “you didn’t tell her?” she asked hesitantly, a hint of gratefulness in her tone.

adjusting the stack of papers in the crook of her arm, she shook her head. “no, y/n doesn’t-” wanda looked down at her heels briefly. “she seems less anxious, especially this past week, and…” she shook her head slightly and with a look back to the digital display, wanda continued. “she doesn’t need to know just yet.”

agatha wholeheartedly agreed, and she followed her gaze. with a wishful guess that they were almost finished in what felt like riding the box of death, she almost groaned at seeing what floor they were on.

twelve.

thirteen.

“apart from her name,” wanda started, looking back at the brunette. “what else did he say?”

the act of reiterating his words made her feel nauseous all over again, and with her grip on the handrail hardening, she gazed back at the display.

fourteen.

“that he’s been watching you two,” agatha stated, turning to the businesswoman again. “when i ordered him to leave, he just looked at me like…” and with a knowing gaze from wanda, a look of ‘he enjoyed it, didn’t he?’ agatha let the sentence linger in the air. if anyone could imagine what victor had been like, the redhead was the person to do it. “he told me that you would come back to him eventually.”

wanda shook her head in disbelief, and her attention was brought to the digital display when the lift came to a stop. agatha looked too as another ding sounded.

sixteen.

wanda didn’t move, nor look at the brunette, and as she watched the doors linger wide-open, agatha wondered what she was doing. why had she pressed eighteen?

the lift doors closed, and with her hand gripping the rail harder, she cleared her throat, “then he called y/n a whore and a problem.” silence filled the space again, and agatha’s heart started to beat wildly in her chest as it continued to ascend. “i… i slapped him, wanda.”

the redhead’s eyes remained on the screen, and agatha wondered if she had just broken the woman.

then, with bated breath and a passing thought that she wished she had the magic to read wanda’s mind, the brunette watched her finally look away from the display.

seventeen.

“then what?” is all she asked, her voice low and bitter. as wanda’s jaw tightened and her eyes looked back at agatha, hard and unblinking, her heels clicked twice as she moved to stand between the lift doors; ready and waiting.

with a shaky exhale, the brunette responded. “then nothing. he left…” agatha ignored the way the woman’s demeanour, which had grown cold, spooked her and instead focused on the gnawing question that lingered in her mind. where are we going?

“he didn’t touch you?”

agatha shook her head. to her surprise, he didn’t, and though she would do it all over again to defend your honour, the brunette was wholly grateful victor hadn’t retaliated.

wanda chuckled sardonically and turned away from the brunette to face the lift’s doors. “well, that’s a first.”

eighteen.

a ding echoed in the lift, and with a faint mechanical hiss sounding, it settled, and the doors opened.

before agatha had the chance to ask wanda, if that meant what she thought it meant, the redhead hightailed it out of the lift. she strode through a sprucewood corridor, and with the doors about to close, agatha hurried to catch up.

“wanda? where are we going?”

“to see my father.”

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the door to olek maximoff’s office swung open, and as the redhead stepped through, agatha in tow, she tried to calm her racing thoughts.

ones that ranged from protecting you to ways of ridding victor, and to her astonishment, the question of: if he didn’t hit agatha, then why did he hit me? it was pointless to ruminate on, but it made her want to scream and throw one of her father’s chairs out of the large window that faced away from her as she entered the office.

“oh, my cherub,” olek chirped, his eyes widening. he looked past two bald-suited men who sat in front of his long mahogany desk and grinned at her. “we were just talking about you.”

the term of endearment would usually have made wanda smile, but not even she could force her lips upwards; instead, her hardened face looked at her father, then at the two men who faced away from her. “rob… bradley, i require the room with my father,” wanda announced, “i apologise for the inconvenience.”

It didn’t take more than a few seconds for the two men to rise from their seats, and as agatha stood close to her, she watched as the men bade goodbye to olek and then swiftly left through the door that sounded with a thud as it closed.

“wanda…” her father uttered, his voice a mix of reprovement and surprise as he leaned back in his large leather chair, his eyes glancing to the quiet woman beside her.

“father, please,” wanda hushed, her tone low as she felt herself almost crying abruptly. a sensation of weakness travelled to her knees, and it took everything in her to hold herself upright; she wanted to fall to the floor in exhaustion. the mental load that came along with victor was overbearing, and the only person she knew would help her, as he’d done in the past, was the man before her now. “it’s about him,” she added, wearily.

her father’s face dropped. “what?” olek asked through gritted teeth. “what are you talking about?”

she turned to agatha, and with a motion of her head to the two empty chairs, she forced herself to move; if she could just sit down, then maybe the trembling in her legs would subside.

the brunette followed in her footsteps, and as wanda took the seat to the left, agatha sat beside her.

“i haven’t…” she looked down at her lap, feeling regretful about her lack of sincerity when it came to you. the night of the corporate party, she hadn’t told him what you did for work, and when you spoke the half-truth to her father, wanda let it justify the urge to keep pretending like you had met under different circumstances. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you about y/n.”

he quirked an eyebrow out of curiosity, but instead of replying, he nodded for her to continue. one of the many qualities her father had was that he always listened to her first; he was truly the only man who heard her. because despite pietro caring, his witty mouth usually got the best of him…

“she works at a nightclub, yes,” wanda began. “but a specific type...” her head turned right, her eyes landing on the brunette, who was already looking at her. “y/n works for agatha here, at a place named house of harkness,” she looked back to her father, who frowned slightly, still confused. “it’s a strip club.” she declared.

olek’s eyebrows raised, and wanda couldn’t help but notice the way his lips twitched with a small smirk. the sentence was clearly amusing to him, but he leaned forward, now even more confused. “okay,” he drawled, unsure where the conversation was leading to. “continue.”

with a deep rise and fall of her shoulders, the redhead told herself to stay composed as she continued with her explanation. “two months ago, he visited house of harkness,” wanda stated. “i think victor saw a paparazzi photo of us together, and he must have followed the breadcrumbs… when y/n told me what he’d done, i threatened him to leave her alone, and i even mentioned the time you got involved after the annulment but…”

despite the information that was spewing from wanda’s mouth, her father remained remarkably calm and listened closely. “but, what?” he asked.

“but last night, he told agatha that he’d been watching us from a distance, and then he spoke y/n’s name,” the redhead continued, and with a look down at her lap, tears welled in her eyes again. though this time, she couldn’t will them away as she had done in the lift. “but papa, if he-” her throat tightened, and as her vision blurred slightly, she looked back at him. “if he knows her name…” she quavered. then he knows where she lives, she finished in her mind; it had been at the forefront since agatha told her.

a hand touched her right, and as the redhead turned at the contact, agatha was gazing at her with a hard frown. the touch made her feel grounded, and with a clasp of the woman’s hand, wanda felt tears fall down her cheeks. then, with her left hand wiping them away, she said: “i need your help again.”

wanda watched her father and the cogs turning behind his eyes, and if it weren’t for the reality of the situation, she’d be sighing in relief at finally vocalising all of this to him; a weight on her shoulders had been lifted just an inch, but that inch wanted to travel a mile.

olek gazed back at the redhead, and then, without uttering a word, he turned to agatha. this made wanda’s eyes follow his, and the woman beside her darted between her and her father, warily.

“agatha, was it?” he asked, his voice wavering just slightly as anger threatened to break his exterior. “thank you for bringing this information to wanda… but most importantly, to me.” then with the sound of wheels rolling against the wood floor, wanda turned her head to see her father standing. “but i’m afraid our conversation ends here. do you need a ride home? i’d be happy for my driver to escort you.”

wanda knew instantly what her father would want to happen, and agatha could not be around to hear it. as she turned back to the brunette, her lips parting slightly, she knew, for agatha's sake, it was best she left.

with a soft smile, wanda rose from her seat. “i’ll walk you back to the lift.”

agatha glanced to olek, and as she mirrored wanda, she cleared her throat and smoothed out her jacket. “of course, and thank you, but i’ll be fine,” she smiled at him.

she faced wanda once more, and agatha walked with her towards the door and back through the hallway again.

“wanda…” agatha voiced her name hesitantly, and as they both moved closer to the lift, she glimpsed orange hair that covered a part of the woman’s face. “whatever you talk about in there. whatever plan you make, will it be worth… would it not be better to let y/n go?”

the redhead’s pace faltered slightly, and with a frown, she glanced from her view of the lift to agatha. “no, she- that’s exactly what victor wants.” with her left hand raised to press the button to signal the lift, she felt such frustration rumbling in her chest that she was worried about what she was about to say next. “just give me some time,” wanda insisted, and then as the lift’s display blinked with an arrow pointing up, she took a step back. “i can fix this.”

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as the sun cascaded in your living room, you sat in front of the tv. the warmth of it was shining across your bare legs, and as you adjusted a stiff-feeling one from under you, you rose from the couch-sofa. you had been watching your favourite show for the past couple of hours whilst you waited for wanda, and with your eyes still on the screen, you stretched.

in only a t-shirt and underwear, it rode up slightly as your arms moved above your head, and as the thought of grabbing a drink passed your mind, you stopped stretching and rounded the couch to step towards your kitchen.

then, with the sound of a key turning in your front door, you turned your head to the left. wanda… you mused with a smile.

you walked towards the space of your open doorway, and as you made your way toward it, you caught a glimpse of the door opening, and red hair swayed into view.

with the sound of shuffling and a frustrated groan falling from wanda’s lips, you frowned and stepped closer. “mommy?” you asked, tentatively, your eyes falling on two black duffel bags in her hands. then as you looked back at the redhead, you frowned even harder at the look on her face.

“wha-” you strode towards her in a panic, and with your hands moving to her cheeks, you chewed on your bottom lip as you examined her. “wanda, what’s the matter?”

“it’s okay,” she whispered, and the dull thud of the bags being dropped to the floor resounded as you continued to gaze at her. her skin was flushed, her eyes were bloodshot and slightly puffy, and she looked beyond uneasy. “it’s okay, you’re right here.” her voice was hoarse, and before you could linger on what she had said, wanda pulled you in for a hug.

the action almost knocked the wind out of you, but you blinked, confused and surprised, and your arms moved around her neck. “of course,” you breathed out after a moment, “i’m right here.”

wanda was silent for a minute, and as you continued to hold her, you heard the intro of your favourite show play in the background as a new episode started. apart from wanda’s slightly laboured breathing, it was the only thing that could be heard throughout your home… minus your heartbeat that thumped loudly in your ears. you were so puzzled and concerned; you didn’t know what to think.

“we need to talk,” wanda murmured against you, and with her body moving out of the hug, her hands moved to grasp yours. “we need to stay somewhere else for a little while.”

your face contorted in confusion, and you took a small step back at the unexpected words. “what do you mean?” you asked.

the redhead’s gaze dropped to the floor for a brief moment, and a look of shame flashed across her face. “i’m sorry…” she sniffled. “victor he…” wanda glanced behind you, and with her eyes landing back on your face, she continued. “let’s go sit down, shall we?”

the disappointing thought that you had just started to feel secure made your bottom lip jut out slightly, and at the mention of his name, a jolt of trepidation shot through you. “what are you- what did he do?” you stammered.

you felt wanda’s hands, which still held yours, squeeze softly. “please, let’s not stand here,” she replied.

with no answer to your question, you frowned impossibly harder and pulled your hands from her hold with another step back. “wanda, tell me.”

the redhead looked down at her empty hands, and as she returned them to her side, the sight of her demeanour stung; hurt, fearful, and most of all surprised. “honey,” she quavered, “don’t be mad at me.”

wanda’s equivocal response made your mind jump into a frenzy, and at the rash thought that victor had seen her today, your posture straightened. “did he do something to you?” you asked, your tone now firm.

“no, he-” wanda shook her head. “there really isn’t an easy way to say this….”

as the redhead explained that agatha had visited her at work and what she had said, you listened attentively, and with each passing second, you could feel dread and anger swirling in your chest like a bad storm.

you couldn’t stay in your doorway anymore, and without thinking, you started to retreat towards the kitchen after wanda had finished.

“y/n, wait,” you heard her utter behind you, her heels clicking against the floor as she followed. “i’m sorry.”

with a shaky breath, you paused near your fridge and spun around to face her. “this is fucking exhausting,” you fumed with a heavy sigh. “i just want you.” a derisive laugh fell from your lips as a seemingly impossible thought came to mind. “will i get that?” you asked, voicing the notion. you gazed down at the tiled floor as you rested your lower back against the kitchen countertop.

“baby,” wanda muttered with a glower, “you already have me.” she slowly stepped closer to you, and her right hand tilted your chin up to look at her. “i-” her eyes glanced down to your lips briefly. “i care about you a lot. do you know that?”

her words and her voice began to muffle the turmoil inside you, and as you gazed at piercing green eyes, you nodded in her hand; you did know. it was written in the way she looked at you, touched you, spoke to you, and embraced you.

“good,” a gentle smile spread across her plump lips. “and though it hasn’t been said yet…” she spoke softly, “it’s you and me, together. girlfriend, partner, or whatever you’d like to call each other.” wanda’s hand moved from your chin to your right cheek, and with her thumb stroking softly against your flushed skin, she continued. “my father and i will fix this, we just need to get away from your place for a little while, okay?”

your heartbeat was in your throat, and you couldn’t think of anything else but wanda’s words: you and me together. girlfriend, partner.

you surged forward, and with a surprised squeak coming from the older woman as your lips connected, you kissed her. wanda melted into it, and with her hand hardening against your cheek slightly, you felt her chest press against yours.

you pulled away from wanda with a smile, and as her hands moved to rest on your hips, her fingers grazing your underwear under your t-shirt, your right hand landed on her bicep, squeezing it softly.

“you and me together. girlfriend, partner. i like that.” your words ghosted over her lips, and a soft laugh came from you when she stole a kiss. you mimicked wanda, and as you pulled away from her mouth once more, you spoke again. “where will we- wait…” your eyebrows furrowed as the latter of wanda’s words hit you. “your father?”

“yes, he…” the redhead wavered, and there was a look on her face that doubted whether or not she should continue. “after the annulment, victor became more troublesome, and one day… my father ensnared him and broke three of his ribs.”

a soft gasp fell from your lips at the unexpected words, ones you could not have guessed wanda would have uttered. “jesus…” you whispered, “and that’s why he left you alone for a while?”

wanda nodded. “yes, until recently.” she glanced down at her heels for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip before speaking again. “agatha she… she asked me if the plan would be worthwhile, and if it would be better to let you go instead, but…” wanda’s hand on your hips grew hard. “how could my life be better without you in it?”

your lips parted. “she asked that of you?” you didn’t know whether to be offended or grateful that agatha would do such a thing. it was meddlesome, that much was certain, though without your mother, you knew the brunette had a responsibility to you that you couldn’t deny was there. “agatha’s just-”

“i know,” the redhead interrupted with a smile. “i understand why she’d do that, and i guess if i wasn’t so selfish, i would agree with her. but i need you, y/n,” her nose lightly nuzzled against yours, and then, as her lips lingered, you could feel her breath against your mouth. “i need you,” wanda repeated, her voice just above a whisper.

the redhead’s hands still grasping your hips pulled you closer, and your pelvis was now flush against hers.

you hummed at the sensation, and you felt your stomach backflip at the way wanda spoke those three words so hotly. your hands moved around her neck once more. “say it again, mommy,” you breathed. “please.”

the redhead’s mouth opened into a grin, and her hands on your hips snaked down to palm your ass, and with a soft moan falling from your lips at the touch, you could feel every bit of chaos within you ceasing.

“i need you,” wanda expressed again. her right hand travelled from behind you, and with it moving to your neck, she tilted your head back to create space. “more than anything,” the redhead added, her breath hot against the skin of your neck.

your eyes fluttered closed, and when the flat of wanda’s tongue travelled upwards until the warmth of it touched your jawline, another moan came from you. “i need you too.”

you could feel yourself becoming putty under her touch, but before you could relish the feeling, the redhead stepped back a pace, and her hands moved to your underarms. in a swift and surprising motion, you felt the coolness of your kitchen counter hit your skin as she sat you on top of it. “wanda,” you gasped with a slight giggle escaping you.

“listen to mommy,” the older woman said as her hands moved back to your hips. “this is important.”

with a soft bite on your bottom lip, you nodded at wanda and tried your hardest to focus on what she was about to say, instead of the way her hands felt against your skin and the way your clit throbbed gently against your underwear.

the redhead smiled at you and placed a kiss on your left cheek. “after, i’m going to help you pack what you’ll need, and then i’ll have a car take us to a penthouse i have near my office.”

“okay.” you voiced with another nod, not at all shocked that wanda would have another place than the one you knew of. if you had her millions, you certainly would too. “but, after what?” you asked, bemused.

with a smirk beginning to twitch at wanda’s plump lips, you assumed the answer instantly, and when her hands hardened against your hips and she pulled you to the edge of the countertop, the action concreted the notion you had. a quiet moan fell from your lips whilst you watched in amazement as wanda began to retreat to a kneeling position on the floor.

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a breeze passed by the back of your neck, and as you marvelled outward, with your eyes focused on the sunset, you heard the sound of the penthouse’s sliding door open and close from behind you.

the wine glass in your right hand that you had been nursing for the past twenty minutes was almost empty, and with one last gulp, you turned your head around.

“you really enjoy this view, don’t you?”

with your lips turning into a bright smile, you set the empty wine glass on a small table closest to you and watched as wanda walked towards you as you stood on the terraced space before the frameless glass railing.

“it’s amazing,” you replied, looking back to the blood orange sky that highlighted a large cloud that hung over several tall buildings in your view. “i could never grow tired of this.”

wanda giggled as she drew closer to you, and with her arms moving around your waist, she stopped behind you. “i think you’d get more use out of this place than i do.”

“why don’t you sell it?” you asked, pulling your gaze from the sky that you had been looking at every night for the past month and looking down at the redhead’s hands. with her chest pressing against the back of the maroon turtleneck you wore, you hummed and leaned back into her touch. “and buy one that you would use.”

“honestly?” wanda uttered against the back of your head, “this was my safe haven before i bought the house. selling it… i don’t know, i think i like knowing i still have a place that’s hard to get to.” the older woman nuzzled her right cheek against the back of your head, and the warmth that radiated from her made your eyes flutter closed for a brief moment as you relished in it. “it’s not like the paparazzi can get all the way up here.” wanda joked.

or victor… you thought, bitterly; the man who had been in your life for three exhausting months, and with each passing day, you knew he was somewhere on the outside looking in. wanda had since told you that her father had no idea on the man’s whereabouts, and must have realised olek’s hunt to find him.

victor was nowhere to be seen; it was a sickening notion. but… instead of letting the haunting feeling settle within you and ruin the good mood you were in, you turned in wanda’s hold and placed your hands on the back of her neck.

“it’s just you and me, together.” you smiled, your fingers threading through thick red hair that hung over her back.

“girlfriend, partner…” she beamed at you, her green eyes illuminated by the bright sunset. wanda’s hands around your sides shifted, and you felt her fingertips softly crawl up your waist from your hip bones. “mommy’s girl,” she added lowly, and as an involuntary laugh fell from your lips, wanda’s hands ceased their moments before they became fiendish.

you bit your bottom lip as the last of your breathy laugh left you, and as your fingertips scratched softly at the nape of wanda’s neck, you inched yourself forward until you were flush against the front of her.

“god, please don’t say that,” you whinged as you felt your body temperature rise at the nickname. “i’m meeting agatha at the bar on the corner and i don’t want to be late…or show up flustered.”

“no, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” wanda laughed softly, and the playful, devilish smile on her lips made you want to drop your plans and drop to your knees.

you shook your head at her, ignoring the enticing urge. “you’re sure you don’t want to come?” you asked softly. she had kindly declined when you asked her the day before, but you loved having the three of you together; it felt right, and it wouldn’t hurt to double-check with her.

“i’ve got to go catch up on a few things at work,” wanda smiled, “my penance, if you will, for staying in bed with you this morning.” her hand moved from your waist to the small of your back before continuing, “but it’s only four o’clock right now, so if you are still there in a couple of hours, i’ll join you?”

“yes,” you said a little too quickly, and wanda chuckled at your eager response. “if i’m still there... i’ll call you from agatha’s phone?” you replied as a shiver ran through you at another gust of chill that blew across the terrace.

“actually…” wanda began, and her hands slipped away from your back and moved to grab yours from her neck. “i have something for you.”

her right hand interlocked with your left, and as she led you towards the sliding terrace door, you gazed at orange hair with confusion written across your face.

“for me?” you voiced, and as you stepped through the threshold of her penthouse after wanda slid the door open, you watched her close it and turn the rotating lock. “i’m having flashbacks to you presenting my dildo to me,” you tittered.

a look of surprise at your words flashed across wanda’s face, and with a slight flush starting to spread across pale cheeks, you had a feeling she was reminiscing about that night; a common occurrence for you.

“that is safely tucked away,” wanda replied with a wry smile, then with her hand returning to yours again, she continued. “this is something for you only.”

“you’ve just set me up for a perfect vibrator joke,” you retorted with a grin, and like music to your ears, a laugh from the redhead sounded in front of you.

your gaze became curious again as she led you through the open living room and past a set of wooden stairs.

then, with a short right turn, you entered the space of her large kitchen - one you adored vehemently - and you spotted something new placed on the oak island ahead of you.

“wanda?” you voiced, glancing at her before looking back at the shape. “is that a….” you narrowed your eyes slightly, and with the distinct look of a boxed phone in the middle of the oak island, you felt your heart rate pick up.

then, with another glance at wanda, you saw the tentative smile on her face and realised she wasn’t flustered from intimate memories anymore; she was flustered from apprehension.

“i hope you won’t be stubborn with me on this…” wanda faltered, and as you both stopped in front of the island, your eyes shot from the older woman to the oak surface. it was indeed a boxed phone. “and if it helps any,” she continued, “i didn’t buy you this; it’s one i don’t use. but, it works like new, and i got a new sim for it… you don’t even have to use it completely. you should- please keep yours if you want, but this too… i need to be able to know you’re safe.”

as you looked back at wanda, you took in everything she said, and despite what you told her of your obstinate view - until your current phone broke, you wouldn’t replace it- all you could think was the significance behind wanda’s gesture.

“okay,” you breathed out, your lips turning into a smile. “thank you.” you felt your chest whirl with warmth, and after you let go of the redhead’s hand that still held yours, you outstretched it to the box.

“okay…?” wanda asked, perplexed, and a laugh of relief fell from her lips. “that was… easier than I thought. why aren’t you debating me on this?” though wanda looked dubious, you watched as your simple answer caused her apprehensive demeanour to fade.

“i couldn’t be stubborn with something as sweet as this,” you laughed softly at her response, and you slid the new phone closer until it rested in front of you before the oak edge. then, with a slight lean to your right, you kissed wanda’s cheek. “if you want me to have it, i will.”

“i do, very much.” the redhead smiled. “I put my number in there already, so all you need to do is call me later…” she took a step away from you and walked around the opposite side of the kitchen island to the black refrigerator that faced you - one you had marvelled at a month prior when you immediately noticed the ice and liquid dispensers on one of its doors. “I’ll meet you at the bar if you’re still there, or we’ll meet back here, okay?”

“whatever you say, gorgeous.” you beamed as your eyes dropped to the phone, and as you heard wanda open one of the refrigerator doors, you bit back an even bigger smile as you slid the box's top lid off and looked at the phone inside.

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the loud clatter of balls scattering around the pool table echoed as you and agatha stood around it, and with you at the end where the headstring was, you watched as two solid numbered balls sank down two different pockets.

you had made a clean break, and with pride swirling around your chest, you rose from your bent position and straightened.

“good one,” agatha smiled opposite you, her eyes on the table as she watched the rest of the balls come to a halt in a widespread position across the red velvet. “but remember, there is a drink on the line… don’t go messing this up.”

you rolled your eyes at this, and as you moved around to the left side of the table to where the white ball had landed, you shot agatha a sceptical look. “i know your game, and i bet my mother did too.”

“oh please,” the brunette chuckled, and as she spun the cue between her right fingers and thumb that she held standing up, agatha briefly shook her head. “she was terrible at this. the amount of times henry and i would play each other because she refused to watch herself lose again…”

“or,” you responded with a laugh, “like mother, like daughter; she refused to be a part of your drink scheme.”

as you looked at the table again, you looked around for possible shots. with your eyes settling on a purple ball with the number four on it close to the top-right corner pocket where agatha stood, you readied your cue in your hands and leaned over again to aim.

“yeah, yeah,” the older woman drawled, “don’t let your mouth ruin this shot.” then you heard her step closer to the table. “i win my drinks fair and square,” she added, and as you raised your head slightly, her left hand, free of the cue, moved to the corner you were aiming for. “aim,” agatha’s index fingers touched the wood around the pocket, “right,” she elogenated, “here.”

“where is a referee when you need one?” you huffed sarcastically, and with your eyes returning to the purple you aimed for, you pulled your cue back and hit the white ball with a bit of power. as it rolled forward and tapped the side of the number four ball, you watched it roll gracefully until it sank into the pocket. “oh my god,” you laughed as you straightened up. “i don’t even need one.”

“i bet if red were here you’d be playing as terribly as your mother did,” agatha retorted, and she retreated a couple of steps from the pool table and turned around to the small wooden table with two chairs that held your drinks.

“my ego would actually be on the line if wanda were here, so i think i’d be playing even better,” you quipped, and with your left hand gripping the cue, you walked around the pool table to reach for your glass. as you sipped the rum and lemonade, you felt the gifted phone in the left back pocket of your black jeans buzz and smiled instantly. “oh, speak of the devil.”

you had yet to install anything on the phone, and the only notification you knew you’d received would be from the redhead herself. so, as you set your drink down on the table, you excitedly reached into your pocket and looked at the lit-up screen.

a soft gasp fell from your lips upon seeing the name wanda had set for herself, and your left hand hardened against the sides of the phone.

mommy: hi darling, how’s it going?

“what’s wrong?” agatha asked, and as you felt her shift closer to you, you pressed the lock button on the phone, and your head shot to the brunette as the display blackened. she looked at you, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, and as agatha parted her lips to speak again, you knew you had to beat her to the punch.

“nothing, sorry i-” you sputtered out, and you propped your pool cue against the edge of the table in front of you. “don’t cheat while i’m gone; i just need to call wanda really quick.”

agatha feigned a quick gasp with a hand against her chest, “how dare you… just wait until it’s my turn.”

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with a sigh falling from her lips, wanda blinked at the papers she held before her: an operational budget that she had to look over. then, her phone, which was placed to her right on the desk, shattered the silence of her office as it rang. wanda tore her eyes away from the numbers she felt like she wasn’t registering and smiled upon seeing a call from you.

eagerly, she reached for her phone and answered before raising it to her left ear. “hi honey!”

“well, hello there,” you pronounced through the phone, “that’s quite a contact name you put for yourself.”

from the tone of your voice, she could tell you were flustered and assumedly frustrated, so as her smile grew wider at the reaction, wanda placed the documents down and spun around in her chair. “oh,” the redhead breathed, “am i mistaken? i could’ve sworn you’ve called me that… several times.”

“wanda,” you whined into her ear.

the sound made her cross her black jean-clad legs as she felt that familiar tingle between them, and she glanced at the digital clock to her right that sat on a wooden table. she couldn’t wait to see you again. how had it only been an hour?

“so,” she grinned, ignoring your response, and she leaned back into the chair, with her right hand moving to the dark leather armrest before she continued. “tell mommy how it’s going.”

“it’s-” you began, and with a sigh sounding through the phone, wanda wished she could magic the view of you: the gifted phone against an ear, looking hot and bothered. “it’s going good,” you spoke again, ”agatha and i are playing pool right now, or we were… but i’m now standing out front.”

“who’s winning?” wanda asked, the smile still on her lips as the conjured image in her mind changed to picturing you laughing and having fun with the brunette.

“so far, me, and i intend to keep it that way,” you laughed softly.

the answer made wanda bite her bottom lip softly; she had no idea, and the newfound knowledge of the skill was attractive to her. “well done, baby,” the redhead uttered, and glanced back at the digital clock to see only a few minutes had passed. “i miss you.”

“mommy,” you whispered into the phone; your hushed tone was laced with yearning. “i miss you too,” you replied, your voice returning to normal volume. then, you paused before speaking again. “how’s work going?”

“it’s going…” wanda chuckled, and as she spun back to face her desk, she looked at the rest of the papers she had yet to read through. “i think i’m the only one left in the building now… except the third floor; they’re notorious for staying after hours.”

“they purposely stay there? doesn’t everybody finish early today?” you asked, a sound of displeasure following it. “surely your father doesn’t pay them that much.”

“you would think,” wanda hummed with a soft chuckle, “some people’s entire lives revolve around work, i guess, but i’m not complaining too much; it’s slightly relieving to know i’m not totally alone in this building.”

“well in that case, i’m glad they are…” you replied. “i’ve got to go back in now, but i can’t wait to see you. be safe, and i’ll call you in an hour?”

wanda smiled. just an hour left, she mused; that’s all she needed, and then she’d be done for the evening. “yes an hour, honey, and i can’t wait to see you too. speak soon.”

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as the digital timepiece flashed six o’clock, the redhead sighed as she neatly stacked documents together with a paperclip, and after she placed them to her left on the desk, she rose from her chair.

as she rolled the sleeves up of her black jumper as she stood upright, a muffled clatter outside her office door sounded, and with wanda’s ears pricking at the noise, her eyebrows furrowed with her gaze landing on the closed blinds that hung over the length of the door.

wanda could feel the atmosphere change before the strange tone had even seeped in the space of her office. so, with a quiet, hesitant step to her left, despite the insulated frosted glass that surrounded her, she stalked around her desk and paused to listen.

she waited a few moments, and she was greeted with nothing but silence. with one last look of scepticism toward the door, she let out a shaky sigh and turned around to collect her things from the desk.

as she opened up the small handbag placed near her phone, a metallic click resounded from behind her, and with the familiar sound of the doorknob completing its rotation, wanda’s gaze shot up from her bag, and she froze. her heart rate picked up moderately at the unexpected noise, and as she forced herself to turn around, nausea and fear hit her all at once.

“oh my love, i’ve missed being this close to you.”

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as you pulled away from agatha’s hold, you smiled at her and then turned to your left, where her taxi had pulled up beside the pavement. “i’ll see you soon?” you guessed, looking back at her. “wanda and i have plans tomorrow, but how about we meet at the cafe across the street the day after?”

“sounds good, kid.” agatha smiled. “is wanda on her way?” she asked, her tone full of worry as the evening sky sat dark around you both. the sun had long since set after your view of it on wanda’s terrace, and she was understandably feeling guilty about parting ways.

“it’s just past six now, so she might be, but i told her i’d call her. so i’ll wait in the bar until she gets here,” you replied. with a right hand squeezing her arm reassuringly, you spoke again. “you go on ahead! i’ll be okay.”

“text me when you’re safe,” she uttered sternly, and with a step backwards, she glanced at the taxi before smiling at you. “thank god for red; now you are finally reachable.”

you chuckled softly, “i will.” and with a small wave, you watched as she walked to the back passenger door and swiftly entered the car.

with your hand reaching into your back pocket for your new phone, you felt it buzz in your hold and with a thought of… another odd timing striking your mind, you looked at the notification on your lock screen and saw the knowing text from wanda.

mommy: hey sweetheart, come to my office? i have a surprise for you here.

with an eyebrow raising slightly at the nickname wanda had never called you before, you pushed it out of your mind and blinked at the latter part of her text. two surprises in one day? you thought.

you: another one? colour me shocked. i’ll call a taxi from the bar. agatha just left, and you’ll be proud to know i won three more games after we last spoke!

you swiped off the messaging app and clicked on the one with the keypad to make a call.

as you entered the number for the local taxi firm, you waited for it to ring out, and soon enough, a click sounded before a woman spoke. you told her of the bar's address and that you wanted to go to maximoff industries, and with the promise of a five-minute wait, you hung up after thanking the operator.

with the curious thought of what wanda had planned for you, you entered the bar again and waited near the glass door until you saw your driver pull up.

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“hi, it’s wanda. i can’t come to the phone right now, but please leave a message, and i’ll call you back.”

before the beep sounded against your ear, you pulled your phone away from it, and with your eyebrows furrowing, you ended the call and swiped to the messaging app.

you eagerly typed as you stood at the entrance of a very tall building that felt like it travelled higher into the sky as the darkness of the night engulfed the top of the high-rise.

you: i’m here, gorgeous. do i just walk in?

from what you could see, and like wanda had mentioned, the third floor was lit up, and then, as you eyed higher than that, you saw a faint glow of light at least ten floors up. that had to be wanda, you thought.

as the gifted phone buzzed in your hand, you looked down to see she had responded.

mommy: yes, the door’s open and security barriers are too. use the elevator. floor sixteen, scarlet ;)

you: why the alias? you really are full of surprises today… see you soon, beautiful.

“scarlet?” you murmured to yourself, and as you practically frowned in bewilderment at your phone, you pushed it into your back pocket again and reached for one of the solid brass silver pull handles.

with a gust of wind blowing behind you again, you shivered, but even with the thankful relief from the cold in the maroon turtleneck you wore, you quickly stepped inside.

as you eyed around the dark foyer, your left hand brought the door to a slow close before it eventually shut.

the deafening silence radiated through the empty floor, and it made your heart beat slightly faster as you looked at the open security barriers wanda had mentioned. you stepped through and stalked towards the right side of the building and away from the front desk and entrance.

then to your left, you saw, at the end of the room, three distinct lifts situated there. so with a curious thought of what it would feel like to travel so high up in a building, you walked swiftly to them and eventually pressed one of the buttons to signal a lift.

with the lift on the left coming to life as it descended, you waited until a ding sounded, and after a moment, it echoed in the empty foyer, and you watched the doors open.

the entire time you rode up to the sixteenth floor, you watched the numbers grow higher. then, with the sensation of your stomach doing a backflip as the lift shifted slightly and began to slow, you gazed at the digital screen.

fifteen.

sixteen.

another ding sounded, and as the doors opened, you were greeted by an empty hallway that had dim lights hanging overhead. stepping out, the lift closed behind you, and you looked at a few doors with names unknown to you attached to them.

you continued your walk through and past the empty rooms, and with only a right turn at the end of the hallway, you veered and had your eyes peeled for wanda’s name. after a forced turn, this one left, you saw a sizeable frosted glass room at the end of the hallway.

eyeing it, you drew closer, almost certain it would be the redhead’s office and not a meeting room and then, on your left, was the opening you were looking for.

w. maximoff was written in block letters on the door that had closed blinds hung on the inside, and as you knocked on the glass, you waited a brief moment before turning the doorknob.

“wanda?” you spoke out hesitantly as the door opened, and with your eyes peering into the room only lit by a lamp, you frowned at the emptiness. “what the fuck?” you whispered to yourself.

in the back pocket of your jeans, you felt the phone wanda gave you buzz violently and with your left hand reaching into it, you saw a call from her displayed on the screen. with a sigh, you guessed she was about to tell you that she was waiting for you in the foyer, so as you answered, you put it against your ear before speaking.

“hey, where are you?” you asked, your hand on the doorknob hardening as you pulled it towards you and closed it. “i’m at your office door.”

“you know, scarlet… or y/n,” you heard victor chuckle darkly into your ear. your body immediately tensed, and as you felt your heart start to thump hard in your chest, your hand slipped from the doorknob whilst your stomach dropped. “god, it’s nice to call you that,” he crowed, and with your eyes darting back down the hallway you had walked, you felt overwhelming panic begin to hit you. “i wish i could see the look on your face right now, but i’m on the tippy top of this building with our beloved.”

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your legs, which started to feel like jelly, pounded against the floor as you turned left, and with the lift now in view, you gasped softly, and your right hand flew to the button to signal it to the floor.

two of your fingers hammered against it, and with one last push, you took a slight step back and watched as the digital screen showed an arrow pointing up.

“get back in that lift and come join us!”

“how do i-?” you faltered, your hand on the phone hardening as your mouth grew dry. “is she really with you?”

“and looking as gorgeous as ever…” victor retorted. “time’s ticking, little miss dancer; get up here.”

the lift dinged, and as your right shoulder nudged the sliding door as you entered with haste, you scanned the buttons below the digital screen and looked for one that vaguely could be considered the roof. you were unsure, and you just wanted to yell: take me to wanda.

with a button separate from the numbers labelled ‘rt’, you pushed it and waited with bated breath for the lift to move. a mechanical sound reverberated from the lift after the doors closed, then it soon began to rise.

as you glanced up at the digital screen, you felt your eyes beginning to burn with tears.

eighteen.

nineteen.

then, after a few moments had passed and you had willed yourself not to cry, the lift opened into a dark room with a staircase that rose in a z-shape to an exit.

you sighed heavily upon seeing the door to the rooftop, and with the lift’s ride terminating and the doors shutting behind you, you climbed the stairs with nothing but wanda in your mind.

your breath hitched in your throat as your hand flew to the doorknob and, with a twist of it, you stopped dead when you felt it refuse to move… as you hastily looked down the staircase and back to the door, your gaze rose from the doorknob to a black scanner above it.

with your lips parting slightly, you realised you couldn’t get through without some sort of keycard. “wanda,” you spoke, your voice tight as your right hand balled into a fist. you raised it to hit against the silver metal door, “wanda! i’m-” you hit it harder. “victor, let me through!”

despite knowing the doorknob wouldn’t turn, you twisted it anyway, and as you continued to pound against the door, your right hand began to grow tired against the metal.

though, with the thought of wanda alone with him, you didn’t care. you would pummel the door for as long as it took.

suddenly, you felt your body jerk forward harshly, and before you knew it, you were falling forward and onto your knees. as hard gravel came into contact with the palm of your hands, you braced for impact, and with a groan, you hissed as you confusingly raised your head from the ground.

to your right, close to the roof door that was wide open, were black leather pointed shoes, and as you continued to look upwards, the looming sight of victor in a dark suit gazing down at you made you feel sick.

“you needed wanda’s master key, silly…” he smirked, holding a black card in his right hand and giving it a wave above you. “how do you think i got on here?”

“where is-” your words were cut off with another hiss as you pushed yourself onto your bent knees. then, your eyes glanced down to see a bloody graze across your left palm. “wanda?!” you panted, ignoring the sting that came from it and instead glancing around the large roof that was almost void of light beside the moon that beamed overhead and a small light that hung next to the roof door.

“she’s here,” victor cooed with a simpering smile on his lips, and your eyes followed him as he stalked around your form before pausing to stand in front of you.

the roof door came to a slow close behind you, and as your head snapped to it, the daunting thought came that whether or not wanda was on this roof, with the keycard in the man’s hand, you were trapped up here with him.

“you know what’s funny?” victor asked rhetorically, and with your breathing ragged as you stood up on shaky legs, he continued. “you’ve been on my mind so much, i hardly thought about olek… i had to leave for a little while…get away from him and the two bastards he brought last time.”

“if someone…” your eyes glanced around the roof, and with a slight step to your left, you peered for any sight of the redhead. “broke my ribs, i wouldn’t let them slip my mind.”

“oh?” the man voiced, his tone full of intrigue, and it caused you to face him again. victor then shot you a look of surprise. “bedroom talk…?” he winked. “well, i guess you are right,” he said with a tut, and then took a step back from you.

you watched his every move with your heart in your throat, and as he walked past the gap between the roof door and large vent to your right, he spoke again. “but you have no idea what it’s like to see someone you love with a twenty-something slut,” he chided, and his form disapeared as he then rounded the large vent. “it does nothing but consume the mind.”

you paid no attention to the insult as you sank into deep apprehension and your hands tingled with adrenaline at the sight of the man stepping back into view with a limp wanda in his arms.

with a gasp, you watched in repugnance as he looked at her and then your eyes fell to her face, which had a cut along her left cheekbone.

victor laid wanda along the roof, and with a glance at you, he turned back to what your eyes bore into. “that was a mistake…” he mumbled. “but this is not.” and as he swiftly strode around wanda’s body and towards you, your stomach lept as you stumbled to press your back against the door. “you, y/n,” he uttered through gritted teeth as his right hand gripped the hair at the back of your head with a tug. “are going to take a short trip to the ground floor.”

your eyes widened as your hands flew to his large one that grabbed at your hair strands even harder.

“wanda!” you yelled with a groan, your eyes clamping shut at the firm grip victor had on you. “wake up!” your scalp stung, and with another yell of the older woman’s name, your chest heaved as the threat from victor filled you with horror.

a moan sounded in front of you, and as your eyes flew open, you saw the redhead’s face contort before she shifted slightly on her right side.

“wake her up,” victor chuckled. “what do i care? let her watch.” then, as he pulled your body away from the roof’s door slightly, he barked wanda’s name. “my love, your pet wants you to wake up.”

wanda’s eyes fluttered open; you felt yours burn with tears again, and a sob broke out from you as you watched her stir awake.

with a groan and a narrow gaze, she looked at you, and then at victor. then, as she gasped, wanda’s eyes widened with her mouth agape, and she scrambled to stand up as she looked at you and the tears that began to stream down your face.

“y/n,” she whimpered out, and with a hiss, she raised a hand to the cut on her left cheek. “stay…” the redhead breathed out, shooting the man who had you firmly in his grip a horrified glance. “stay calm.” she lowered her hand from her cheek and took a shaky step forward. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know what happened.”

“you got careless, wands,” victor seethed next to your ear, causing you to wince, and as you did, the hair in his hold pulled tighter, and you squeaked in pain as your fingers clawed at his hand. “that’s what happened.”

“don’t call her that!” you yelped, your fingers shifting to his in an attempt to pry them from your hair, and with the inch you felt of freedom, your shoes hit the gravel, and you tried to surge your body forward.

“get…” you felt victor grip harder, and with a yank of your hair towards him, you stumbled into his chest with a moan. “back here. i’ve told you where you are going…”

“please,” you mewled, and your vision began to blur as more tears came and the pain in your head heightened. “let go,” you begged. you couldn’t die here, not now, and not like this.

you heard a panicked yell sound from wanda as she scrambled forward. “victor, what-” the redhead gasped out as you blinked away the tears. wanda became clear in your vision as she moved until she was close enough that you could clearly see the dried blood along the cut on her cheekbone. “what is your endgame here?” wanda asked, her voice trembling.

“you know what i want!” he barked desperately, then, with a deep sigh into your ear, you felt his fingers tense against the strands of your baby hairs. “you know what i want…” victor said again, his voice attempting to be calmer. “just me and you, dearest.”

you wanted to cry out, yell that she was yours and that you were hers… but the fear of victor potentially ripping your hair out grew stronger, and you felt your body unable to move. “wanda,” was all you could muster, and with another sob leaving your lips, you closed your eyes as you felt the world coming down on you.

“hey. no, no-” the redhead hushed out frantically. “y/n, look at me,” she ordered.

reluctantly, you opened your wet eyes, and with your tired arms falling from victor’s hand to your sides, you looked at wanda.

“i’m so sorry…” she breathed out with a shake of her head. “but i have to do this.” wanda stepped closer and looked at victor, a heavy sigh falling from her lips. “fine.” was all she said. “just give y/n the key.”

as your eyes widened at wanda’s words, you followed her as she grew closer to the tall man and his unrelenting grip on your hair. “wanda?” you voiced in disbelief, and you frowned hard at the woman as her gaze remained on victor.

“you mean it, baby?” the suited man asked, his voice laced with hope as his hold loosened against your head. “i promise it won’t be like before.”

yes, the world was definitely coming down on you now, and as you listened to wanda speak a soft yes to him, you felt victor let go of your hair.

he pushed you by the back of your head until the roof suddenly grew closer and loose gravel dug into your palms once more, and with a groan on impact, you breathed out and turned your head.

the redhead didn’t face you, not when you hissed as your already grazed palm burned with pain, and not when you sobbed her name.

“now my key…” wanda murmured, and with her right hand raising to his suited arm, you felt nausea whirl within you at the contact. “let her at least get out of the door first before i kiss you.”

her words stung, and as your bottom lip trembled, you moved to sit on your legs as you felt your chest begin to ache with grief. your palms throbbed and your knees hurt, but all you could focus on was the scene before you; a tragedy. “please,” you pleaded. “stop.”

before you had registered victor’s movement, he tossed the master key card he had used to let you on to the roof, and as you looked down at it on the gravel in front of you in despair, you returned your gaze to wanda… who still wouldn’t look in your direction.

you needed her to look at you; you needed to see her face and the look on it that would tell you she didn’t mean a word of it.

“y/n,” wanda spoke firmly as she looked at victor, and with her left hand moving to rest on his chest, she guided him backwards slightly until he stood out of the way of the exit and in the gap between the hinges of the roof door and the large vent. you kept your eyes trained on her, and as anger and sadness swirled in your chest, which threatened to rise like bile, she spoke once more. “stand up and take the key.”

you didn’t want to, and even if you did, you weren’t sure your legs would stand the weight of your turmoil. “don’t…” don’t do this, you thought, and the urge to lower your head built within you as victor grinned at wanda.

“now.” the redhead insisted.

with another sob coming from you, you outstretched your right arm, and with a trembling hand, you picked up the card and pushed yourself off of the gravel that dug into your jeans as you rose.

then, with your eyes landing on wanda’s hands that touched his chest and right arm, you sluggishly walked forward and turned to face the door. with a heavy heart and your right hand raised, you touched it against the black scanner above the doorknob.

as you saw a small flash of green light on the device, your left hand moved to the doorknob, and you twisted it to pull it open.

“victor,” wanda said to your left, “i promise… i will not miss you.” in the blink of an eye, the redhead rushed forward, and a yelp of panic from victor sounded as he lost his footing.

wanda’s hands let go of him, and she quickly threw herself onto her back with a groan. as the man’s hands frantically grasped for nothing in the air with fear on his face, you watched as he fell over the edge of the roof and out of your view into the darkness.

you gasped loudly, and your hand that was on the doorknob flew to your mouth as you heard victor’s cry of terror start to fade and the roof door slowly closed once again. your chest heaved, and as the loud and sharp sound of his body hitting concrete resounded, you could only look forward at the night sky that faced you in stupor and repulsion.

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the tragic death of victor von doom: suicide and sadness

another linked article on twitter caught your eye, and with a sharp intake, you swiped the app away from your phone’s screen and looked towards your left and out toward the skyline as you sat on a chair on wanda’s penthouse terrace.

with a sigh, the urge to use your phone faded quickly, and you turned your head and placed it on a small table to your right.

“honey?”

you looked up to wanda staring at you, as she sat on a matching chair, and as she reached her right hand up to her sunglasses, she tilted them down until green eyes gazed back at you.

“even after death, that man is still creeping around my life,” you muttered darkly, and with your arms clasped across your chest in frustration, you looked away from her.

“they’ll stop talking about him eventually,” wanda replied knowingly, her tone soft. you felt one of her hands touch your right bicep, and as you looked back at her, you saw she had removed her sunglasses, and her eyebrows were furrowed as she pouted slightly. “it’s only been two months; just give it time.” she motioned her head to the view of the blue sky around you, and with the winter months now fading away, she shot you a smile. “enjoy the sun, baby. it’s been gloomy for far too long.”

you weren’t sure if that was a euphemism or not, but regardless, she was, of course, right. it had been a while since you felt the sun on your skin like this, and since that evening on the rooftop of the office building, you knew your life was different now… safer. you should enjoy it.

there was no certain blame here; there are no cameras in the maximoff building to show you three were in there that night, and with only a guess in an open-and-shut case by the police that victor climbed the fire escape of the building opposite the maximoff office and took his life in a frenzy or drunken accident, you and the older woman finally felt free to do as you pleased without anxiety lingering around.

“you’re right,” you spoke, a smile on your lips as your arms unfolded. you shifted slightly in the chair to lean to your right, and took wanda’s left hand, which was on your bicep, to hold it. “how about…” you intoned, your smile growing bigger as the thought of victor grew smaller in your mind. “we talk about the dream i had last night instead?”

“how intriguing,” wanda grinned at you, sitting up straighter as she listened, and as you looked at her face and her left cheekbone that was now rid of the mark victor had inflicted upon her, you hummed agreeingly.

“just before i met you, i travelled to england,” you began to explain with a smile, your mind flashing with the sights you had seen when you’d visited. “and on my journey home, i told myself i would visit scotland next…” wanda looked at you curiously as she listened, biting her lip softly. “i will tell you all about it in a moment…” you added with a giggle as you saw the urge in the woman to ask questions about your time there. “i can’t believe i haven’t told you about that yet. but i had a dream of you and i in scotland, and i- i want that.”

“oh my sweet,” wanda cooed, her grin unfaltering as she leaned forward slightly. “i would love to.”

“yeah?” you gasped excitedly, sitting up in your chair at the words and dream that would come into fruition. the trip was one you had already been excited for, but now with wanda coming with you… you couldn’t think of anything better.

wanda smiled at you with a small tilt of her head, “without a doubt.”

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as the redhead grinned at you, you pulled your gaze away from her with a turn of your head to agatha who stood to your right. “and this…” you bubbled, your hands motioning at the towering and charming country house that faced you. “this is where we’ll be getting married.” you smiled at her.

with a gasp falling from her lips, agatha took a step back and admired the ivory walls of the large house that wanda had rented out for the two of you in dundee when you had visited two years prior.

you had a phenomenal time with her, and the day after wanda proposed to you - two months ago, with her heart on her sleeve and on one knee on her lit-up terrace- you had the awe-filled thought that scotland is where you wanted to marry her.

“this is gorgeous,” agatha breathed out with a smile, “and you’re sure you want me to be your maid of honour?” she questioned hesitantly.

“of course!” you exulted. “that, and to walk me down the aisle…” you added, a flush of heat spreading across your face as you saw agatha’s drop and her eyes, which welled with tears. the brunette turned away from you briefly, and as she cleared her throat, you spoke again. “only three months left to go.”

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“what do you mean, you don’t want it?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you looked at wanda. “you said you liked it when i last cooked it for you.”

“i did,” wanda laughed softly as she sat to your left at the hardwood circle table in wanda’s penthouse kitchen; the safe haven she chose to keep even after the time that had passed since you both cried happy tears when you spoke the words “i do.” five years ago.

the tall building had long since started to feel like a safe place for you too, especially since you moved out of your apartment after victor’s death. you had no need for it, and wherever wanda wanted to reside, well… that’s where you’d be.

“but i didn’t like the burn that came with it,” wanda continued, her orange hair moving around her face as she shook her head slightly. “i just think, out of the two of us, my love… i should watch the food instead.”

you gasped, shifting in the chair as you sat up with offence evident in your demeanour. “it wasn’t that burnt!” you attested, and with your eyebrows raising slightly, you thought of the reason why the meal you had been making for the two of you hadn’t been perfect. “and need i remind you why that occurred?”

wanda’s lips twitched with a smirk, and she leaned forward slightly, her gorgeous face growing closer- thirty-nine had never looked better on anyone else - and she outstretched a hand to one of yours and pulled you by it until you rose from the chair. “i think it went a little something like this…” she uttered whilst she guided you towards her, and as you straddled the soft cotton of her trousers, you bit your lip as déjà vu struck you, and her hands landed on your hips.

“mommy,” you gasped out as you rocked yourself on two of wanda’s fingers that she had rested firmly on her lap as you straddled it in black shorts and a matching bralette.

the edge of her palm hit your clit deliciously, and as her slender digits touched you in ways that made you pant desperately against her left ear, you felt her hum against your neck.

“you feel so good,” wanda spoke against the skin she had been softly sucking on, and with a warm tongue running up to your jaw, she groaned as you felt your walls contract around her fingers that had pushed past your shorts and underwear. “and you look so hot like that.”

the drilling thought of the oven cooking what you had prepared had since left your mind, and with the noises from wanda’s lips residing there instead, you continued to fuck yourself on her digits. “you’re so hot, mommy. all mine….” you gasped out with a moan. “my wife.”

“fuck, y/n.” wanda cursed with a groan against your neck, and as she returned her lips to the skin, you could feel your orgasm building as the knot in your stomach twisted tighter.

“fine,” wanda voiced, pulling you from your thoughts as green eyes gazed at you. “i admit it’s not entirely your fault.” she smiled, her breath ghosting your lips as your face stayed close to hers. “you can redeem yourself and cook it again… but,” she pronounced teasingly, and her hands on your hips squeezed softly. “instead of during cooking time, i take you right now.”

you moaned softly at her words as your stomach jumped with excitement. the spark of arousal that had transpired when she guided you onto her lap a few moments ago then ignited into a roaring flame, and you closed the small gap and kissed wanda.

since the day the redhead came back to house of harkness and asked for a dance from you, you couldn’t believe your luck. you still couldn’t… and now, after the years that had passed with wanda remaining a perfect constant in your life, you looked at the woman before you in pure adoration. despite what had happened and the danger she put herself in to rid victor from both of your lives, she was under you, warm and safe; all yours.

you cherished her so much, and you needed to voice it. with a gasp, the redhead deepened the kiss, and as your mind reeled at the sensation of her tongue against yours, you slowly pulled away from her lips to speak.

“i love you.”

“and i love you… so much.”

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