February 5 - Daisy/Wanda, something fluffy maybe with them being soulmates and Wanda trying to meet her soulmate for the first time. There is something that stops her every time she tries, so they meet in the oddest way possible please! for @berserkbookworm
Written by @ladywinterlight
Note: In this story, the Maximoffs are technically crossed over from the X-Men universe. The situation is AoS/Avengers-verse, but the twins didn’t need Strucker to give them powers. This is set pre-Avengers and well pre-AoS.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing in approximately ten minutes…”
Skye tuned out the rest of the announcement; this was the fourth time through, and she’d understood it well enough when the second language used was Mandarin. Instead, she looked out the window to get her first glimpse of Sokovia.
The country was going through a major period of unrest, and the Rising Tide wanted someone there to get first-hand information and possibly hack the local officials for data to spread. Skye had volunteered, partially because Miles was getting overbearing about how she didn’t have to wait for her soulmate and she should just screw fate and have sex with him.
She hoped that by the time she went back to the States, that he’d be fixated on someone else.
When they landed, Skye gathered up her duffel bag and her laptop case and walked out of the airport. She had no checked baggage, and she was staying at a cheap hostel where she’d been assured they spoke English and were open and accepting of college students who wanted to experience the world.
Not that Skye was in college, at least not officially, but they didn’t need to know that.
The next few days were interesting as she joined up with the local equivalents of the Red Cross and Habitat for Humanity, trying to clean up after the most recent terror attacks. The people were grateful for the help and polite enough to always pair her with someone who spoke English as well as Sokovian.
Her partner of the day was a young man named Pietro, who was rather striking with streaks of silver in his dark hair despite the apparent youth of his face. They were working to patch broken drywall before repainting.
“So what has brought you here?” he asked conversationally in his delightfully accented low voice. “You are staying with the students, but you do not behave like the tourists.”
Skye shrugged as she finished cutting around a small hole to make a square that they could fit a patch into. “I know what it’s like to need help and not get it. So when I got here, I decided to help.”
Pietro warmed to her after that admission, and they worked together cheerfully for the remainder of the afternoon. Skye thought it was odd that whenever she asked Pietro for a hand or to pass something over, he was right there with it. Almost as if he were anticipating her requests or something. She just shrugged it off and didn’t ask, though.
One of her interests in the Rising Tide was the notable increase in people with extra-normal abilities, and she didn’t want to scare him off if he was one.
They didn’t work together again for a few days, and Skye rather missed Pietro. But she didn’t complain; maybe he was busy. She assumed he probably had family and some other sort of job and so wasn’t always available. She chatted amiably with whomever she was assigned and learned an awful lot about the Sokovian people and why they were so unhappy.
Things had not been good in this country since the fall of the Soviet Union, and not only were neighboring governments clashing but they were also closer to the middle east and the problems with extremists there. In short, the situation was a mess and most of the so-called civilized countries were keeping out of it. Sokovia didn’t even have a representative in the United Nations.
Skye dedicated her next few weeks to learning everything she could. During the days she spoke to whomever she was working with, including Pietro several more times. She even started picking up some Sokovian through exposure more than anything else. Every evening she typed up stories she’d heard from the many local friends she was making. She did research to learn why international aid groups weren’t here in larger numbers. And she sent reports back across the DarkNet to her Rising Tide contacts, so the news could spread further. And occasionally she worked on her side-projects - the ones that paid the bills.
A few weeks later when Skye and Pietro worked together again, he greeted her with a brief hug and a wicked grin. “My sister would like to meet you,” he informed her cheekily. “She says she has tried to find you all week, but you have always been gone.”
Skye blinked. “Why would she want to meet me?” She rolled her eyes, though her tone was teasing. “Are you telling her all about the dumb American you got stuck with?”
Pietro laughed and shook his head. “Not at all.”
“Why, then?”
He studied her for a moment, his usually jovial expression turning serious. “I cannot really say,” he replied after a long hesitation. “Just that she would like to.”
Skye shrugged and smiled. “I’d be happy to meet her. We could grab dinner after our shift tonight, maybe?”
Pietro nodded, his usual smile returning. “Good.”
Except that it didn’t work out that way. Pietro got a call midway through the afternoon that had him zipping off quickly with a curse in Sokovian. The next time they worked together, they meant to try again but Skye wound up with food poisoning from something at lunch. She had no idea how Pietro moved fast enough to catch her before she hit her hands and knees, stomach heaving, but she was too sick to give it much thought.
In the end, it was an accident that they met. Skye was headed back to her hostel, her attention on her phone because Miles just wouldn’t quit texting her. She was aware enough to skirt a major construction site, staying outside of the designated barricades, when she suddenly heard the screech of tormented metal.
“Look out!” a female voice screamed from across the street. Skye barely had time to look around before a blurry figure slammed into her, knocking her breathless as he propelled her out of the way of a falling I-beam. When she landed on the ground, she watched with wide eyes as a red-tinged energy manipulated the beam to land where there were no people present.
A moment after the energy faded away, a young woman dashed over and fell to her knees beside Skye and her rescuer.
Pietro. Her friend and sometimes work buddy, who apparently somehow moved faster than she could see to get her out of harm’s way.
“Thank you,” Skye said finally. Her eyes darted from Pietro to the other woman. “Both of you, I think?”
The woman broke into a wide grin and Pietro began to chuckle. “Skye, my friend, please meet my sister Wanda. Your soulmate, I think.”
Skye tilted her head to the side, realizing all of a sudden that the mark on her lower abdomen did indeed say “look out!” She’d just heard that sort of yell all too often in New York City and figured the chances of her actually meeting her soulmate were pretty low.
Wanda’s expression settled into a serene smile, though a hint of red light flickered briefly in the depths of her dark eyes. “I am so happy to finally meet you, my Skye. I have seen you so many times in my dreams, but each time I looked where I saw you, you were not there.”
“I’m sorry,” Skye answered gently. “If I had known you were looking, I would have tried to be there sooner.”
Wanda shook her head. “It is all right. Now that we are together, nothing will part us again for long.”
Skye arched an eyebrow. “You seem rather sure of that.”
“I do not see everything, and what I see can be changed sometimes, but we promise that you will never again be without a family. You belong with us, now,” Wanda replied firmly.
“You’re welcome to leave the hostel and stay with us,” Pietro added. “We do not have much, but what we have is yours to share.”
“I… I don’t have much either. But…”
“We will be together,” Wanda crooned, brushing gentle fingers through Skye’s long hair. “It will be enough.”
“Yeah,” Skye finally agreed. “It will be enough.” Deciding to just jump in, she leaned in and kissed Wanda’s full lips with gentle pressure. Their arms wound around each other’s necks and for a brief eternity they lost themselves in each other.
It was Pietro’s chuckling that eventually parted them again. “Come, sisters,” he cajoled them. “You may kiss to your hearts’ content when we are home.”
Skye smiled at the idea. Home. Damn, was she glad she’d come to Sokovia.
End note: I don’t know if that was an odd enough meeting, but I hope you like it anyway!
December 2 - “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks till I’m sure everyone will know you’re mine.” Daisy/Wanda for @agentskyebarnes
Written by @ladywinterlight
Note: I had to modify the prompt sentence, because I just can’t hear Wanda saying, “I’m not gonna...” Sorry-not-sorry.
“I cannot believe you!” Wanda scowled as she slammed the door to the apartment she and her lover shared.
Daisy blinked and looked up from her tablet, confused. “Wha..?” she barely managed.
“That reporter!” Wanda crossed her arms over her chest. “Bad enough that he flirted with you for the entire interview, but you had to go and flirt back!” She was pouting. She knew she was pouting. But she hated watching Daisy flirt with someone else, even though she knew Daisy didn’t mean anything by it beyond simple banter.
Daisy set her tablet aside and uncurled herself from the couch. “Wanda, my love, my heart… you know I would never hurt you intentionally.” She moved to the door and urged Wanda’s arms to uncross and tugged her girlfriend into her arms. “The public persona created for me as Quake is friendly and flirty, and I can’t -- or at least shouldn’t -- change it abruptly or people will wonder why. We wanted to avoid speculation for the moment, right?”
“I do not care anymore,” Wanda murmured in a sad voice. “I do not care who knows or what they will say. I want everyone to know we are together.”
They clung together for a long moment, Daisy’s fingers smoothing over Wanda’s long hair. “All right,” Daisy agreed quietly. “We’ll talk to the Avengers’ PR about making an announcement. It might be rough, but…”
Wanda sighed. “We don’t have to. I am being childish…”
But Daisy shook her head. “No, love. It’s hurting you, so we’ll fix it.”
“I love you so much, my Daisy.” Wanda lifted her chin and their lips met in a gentle kiss.
“I love you too. And I’m all yours,” Daisy promised.
Wanda grinned and tugged Daisy toward their bedroom. “Then since we no longer plan to hide, I’m not going to stop leaving marks until I am sure everyone will know you’re mine.”
Daisy laughed joyously. “Whatever makes you happy, love.”
August 13 - Wanda/Daisy, for @the-boob-aesthetic
Written by @lj-todd
Daisy groaned as she left the training gym, rubbing at her shoulders, wincing with every step.
She had not expected Romanoff to go easy on her during training, it would have been a waste otherwise, but she also hadn't expected to be put through the wringer either. Even May had never been that tough on her. While she was grateful for the training advice and tips, she wasn't sure her body could survive another round with the Black Widow no matter that the redhead had told her to come back if she wanted any more lessons.
She was also certain Romanoff was trying to kill her.
She could have, she knew, used her powers but that would have defeated the purpose of the training. Her hand-to-hand was rusty, something May had taken a great deal of pride in pointing out, and when Romanoff had offered to spar with her she had been eager to learn from the infamous agent.
Now she knew why Bucky had shaken his head and given her that pitying look.
Making her way, slowly, into the communal kitchen, Daisy wondered if there might by a spare ice pack in the freezer. Hell, a frozen steak would work. She remembered reading that somewhere. Putting steak on bruising and swelling helped or something to that effect.
She was a little surprised to find the kitchen otherwise occupied by a floating spoon stirring what smelled to be a pot full of stew.
Blinked, a little confused, she watched the spoon turn in lazy circles before tiny sparks of red light danced off of it.
Ah, that explained it.
Wanda.
"Wands?"
A dark head popped up over the counter, what looked like flower smeared across her cheek, a smile gracing her lips.
"Oh, hello," Wanda stood fully, fingers dancing through the air, her power causing the spoon to continue to stir even as, with another flicker of her hand, the stove door behind her opened and a pan of what smell like fresh rolls floated out. "I thought you'd be training with Nat longer."
Daisy shrugged, or tried to, her muscles protested and the sharp bite of pain caused her to wince as she made her way over to the nearest stool. She hoped sitting for a while would help.
"So did I," she said honestly, still rubbing at her shoulder. "Turns out Romanoff treats training the same way she treats actual combat."
Wanda's smile grew a little bit.
"Bucky did try to warn you," she teased and Daisy snorted.
"No. No, he gave me a look. Bastard didn't say anything about Romanoff wiping the floor with me."
Wanda stepped around the counter, her cooking tools still doing her bidding even as her attention shifted to Daisy.
"I've trained with Nat," Wanda reminded gently, her soft accent lilting lightly and when she ran her hands over Daisy's shoulders the Inhuman couldn't help but lean into the other woman. "I know how tough she is."
Daisy almost groaned when she felt Wanda's power pulse over her, sinking into her aching muscles, relaxing them, slowly easing the pain better than any massager ever could have. Her eyes slipped shut as she all but melted under Wanda's touch, leaning closer to the other woman, a quiet whimper slipping passed her lips. She slowly opened her eyes, tipping her head back and looking up at Wanda even as the other woman ran her hand over her shoulder and down her back, those gentle pulses warming Daisy.
"Wands," Daisy groaned, head lolling backwards. She hadn't felt so relaxed in ages. "Oh, that is..."
"By all that is blessed would you two put up a warning sign before you engage in carnal activities?!"
Wanda and Daisy both jerked, and around the kitchen the cooking utensils all clattered to the counters or floor noisily as both women spun towards the voice, both ready to a fight, only to both huff in annoyance at the sight of Maximus, hand clamped firmly over his eyes, standing in the doorway.
"Not that I am complaining about displays of affection," Maximus carried on, peeking out from between his fingers. "But this <i>is</i> a kitchen after all and a man does not expect to see such depravity in a place he means to fetch a..."
Maximus' words turned into a shout of surprise as, with a flick of her fingers, Wanda sent him flying back out through the door. He landed in the other room with a crash and Wanda winced slightly. That had certainly not been her intention and, not surprisingly, Blackagar poked his head around the doorframe, eyebrow raised in obvious question as to what had prompted the assault on his brother.
"He's an ass," Daisy clarified and Blackagar sighed through his nose, shooting a look over his shoulder at his brother. He looked at Daisy and Wanda and gave a nod before disappearing into the other room, the door sliding shut behind him before a yelp from Maximus could be heard in the other room.
Sighing, Daisy looked up at Wanda, who flicked her fingers and sent her tools back to work on dinner.
"Sorry about that," Wanda said, tucking Daisy's dark curls behind her ear, smiling softly. "How are you feeling now?"
"Better," Daisy admitted as she rolled her shoulders, the pain and stiffness completely gone, leaning once again into Wanda. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?"
Wanda hummed thoughtfully, running her fingers through Daisy's hair even as Daisy's fingers tapped out complex binary codes on her hip.
"Only this morning, when we woke up together, and then again over breakfast before Stark threw napkins at us, and again before you went off to training." The Sokovian sorceress' smile grew. "But I'll never tire of hearing it, dearest."
Daisy smiled and rested her head against Wanda.
"I love you, Wanda Maximoff."
Wanda's cheeks turned the faintest shade of pink but her eyes shone with her emotions as she leaned down and brushed a gentle kiss to Daisy's lips.
