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[oolhan]

GUYS guys! I just need you to know. Read Lay Me Down, Let Me Dream right now. It's Everlark and it's HEA. This isn't forced or something. I'm writing this as I cry my heart out finishing the epilogue. The risk is worth it I promise. It's super underrated I would hack the site just to give it millions of kudos.

Just read. Now.

[titaniasfics]

But Vision calls Wanda "my little cabbage" and now I want all my romance leads to nick name their love interests after garden vegetables 🥦🥕❤️

[chele20035]

Guess what?? I heard your wishes and they are coming true... my contribution to @titaniasfics fundraiser is a one shot to twisted... 

[titaniasfics]

SSS: You Asked Me To Stay - by Titaniasfics

A Wanda x Vision MCU Fanfiction

Multichapter Fic

Canon-Compliant

Mature (eventually)

Friends-to-lovers

Wow, it's been a while since I've posted anything. After WandaVision, I knew I wanted to explore these characters more deeply. This is not a fix-it fic. I try to remain as close to canon as possible while filling in the blanks on how these two characters fall in love. Because I'm all about the romance!

I'll be posting one short chapter per week on Mondays (because I have hard publishing deadlines). It was outlined for 10 chapters but in the writing, it has taken off in other directions. Of course.

Takes place between the end of Avengers: Age of Ultron and Avengers: Infinity War. Incorporates details from the Avengers: Infinity War Prelude comic book series.

Prologue and Chapter 1 posts to AO3 on Monday.

Summary:

Wanda Maximoff has lost too much - her parents, her city, and her beloved twin brother. As Sokovia falls to imminent destruction, she has nothing left to lose. She doesn't count on Vision, Tony Starks's latest creation, flying in to save her at the last moment.

Prologue after the cut:

Wanda never thought she’d spend the final moments of her life floating. She’d always imagined her end would come by way of a fiery explosion, like her parents. Or lately, in a hail of gunshots, like Pietro.

Is it real? Is Pietro truly gone?

A black chasm opens inside her, forcing bile up her throat.

“If you stay here, you will die.”

“I just did. Do you know how it felt?”

Ironic that Ultron would worry about Wanda’s well-being when he had robbed her of the only person in the world who had meant anything to her. When Pietro died, so did she.

How does dying feel?

Like careening into a barrier, experiencing every shattered bone and burst blood vessel all at once but magnified beyond human endurance. The unspeakable agony of something being torn away, like the raw shredding of muscle fiber. Endless, bloody pain.

Then nothing.

Everything afterward is just one, big, uninterrupted nothing.

And now, with the city falling through space, she, too, has become nothing. Just a bag of flesh filled with the howling wind.

She floats. The city falls. And there’s nothing left to do but to let it happen.

So when Vision comes from behind and scoops her up into his vibranium arms, she can’t compute it. Can’t fit the synthezoid’s actions into the dead-end that she’s crashed into.

There is no floating anymore. They are flying. Hurtling away from the end of everything she’s ever known – her city, her childhood, Pietro - towards something different. A place where none of that can exist.

She considers struggling against her savior, considers a drop to the earth that is too sudden, too precipitous for him to outfly, but she knows before the idea comes to full fruition that it is futile. This new being Stark has created won’t allow her to fall – she doesn’t have to read Vision’s mind to understand this. He won’t let her shatter against the ground.

He’s left her no other choice but to live.

[titaniasfics]

Just Posted: You Asked Me To Stay, Chapter 9

Now on AO3. Subscribe/Bookmark to get a notification when a chapter goes live.

I decided to create a mood board for You Asked Me To Stay. I won't actually include anything from the show, WandaVision in the fic but let's face it, living together as a normal married couple eventually becomes their dream and I like that particular edit (If someone knows who it belongs to, I will credit the artist).

Anyhoo Chapter 9 is up and it's Vision's POV. If you like a slow burn, this could be for you.

Excerpt:

“This is a much more formal arrangement than we have been accustomed to until now,” Vision says. Wanda insists on linen instead of paper napkins, glasses instead of plastic cups, and actual place settings, unlike the buffet presentation of the previous team meals.

“That’s because we are here to impress,” Wanda says, wrinkling her nose. “And to silence the critics. Right, boys?” She glares past Vision at Rhodey and Sam, who are doing a terrible job of spying around the edge of the door jamb.

“Hey, Vision, love the apron.” Sam chuckles as he says this.

Wanda scowls. She had been nervous when she unveiled her Etsy purchase. Matched to his dark grey slacks and black sweater, the apron is stylish and even of high quality, but she had blushed the entire time while trying to explain what the phrase All this..and I cook meant.

“It protects the sweater,” Vision explains.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” Wanda interjects.

“Just mentally preparing myself to meet my fate,” Rhodey answers.

A snarl rumbles in Wanda’s throat, sending Rhodey and Sam scrambling from the doorway.

[titaniasfics]

"There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life, more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. From the moment it leaves the nest it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. One superlative song, existence the price. But the whole world stills to listen, and God in His heaven smiles. For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend."

A thing isn't beautiful because it lasts.

[titaniasfics]

The Nearness of You - Oneshot

Takes place between Captain America: Civil War and Avengers: Infinity Wars, while #teamcap is on the run.

In which Vision brings Wanda a gift. Inspired by the music Vision plays during the paprikash scene in Captain America: Civil War.

*The title is a reference to the song, The Nearness of You, by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Rendition by Norah Jones.

https://youtu.be/Xx_NQMLMbYE

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The Nearness of You

Wanda stretches, the movement soothing her deliciously sore muscles. She is cocooned in Vision’s arms, the small spoon to his big one, and her naked skin against his is better than warm cocoa in winter.

Earlier, Vision had barely materialized through the wall of the stone building she, Natasha, Steve, and Sam currently called home in Edinburgh when they found themselves wrapped around each other, hungry and aching as ever by their separation, each reunion a little more desperate than the one before. And kisses always lead to touching, to clothes phasing or falling off, to whispers and more kisses and thrusts and moans until the universe is compressed into the infinite space of two minds spiraling in tandem towards an inevitable peak. At its end is the gentle trajectory of their return to their individual selves.

Vision has learned too well the lessons Wanda taught him about the special ways bodies in love can dance and move. Sometimes, it's all they do.

She tosses the duvet aside, not bothering with a robe or her sweater, bracing herself for that peculiar combination of cold and humidity that only northern European homes can contain. She pads to the round table in the dimly lit room where the gorgeously wrapped box Vision brought her lies in orderly disarray. A pair of brand-new, dizzyingly-high, gold stilettos stands at attention on the table. But it’s the ruby-red dress she moves toward, long and serpentine as it hangs delicately on the door of the armoire. The fiery color, the sensuous material, the endless length paired with a plunging décolletage and shockingly high side split steals her breath away.

She lifts it, holding it against her, and turns, catching the look of undisguised admiration on Vision’s face as he observes her, unabashedly naked and barely covered by the lavish strip of red material as she sways to imaginary music.

“You can’t buy me such a dress and not expect me to dance in it,” she teases as she spins across the room, the material caressing her naked skin like a warm palm.

Vision smiles, leaning back against the pillows of the headboard. “I had hoped to take you out on a proper date. With all the safeguards in place of course,” he says hurriedly just as she opens her mouth to protest. He glances out the window at the rain that began as a drizzle and is now an outright downpour against the night sky.  “At least, that was my original intention.”

Wanda holds the material to her nose, taking in that unique fragrance that only new clothes have, especially expensive new clothes. And she has no doubt the dress is costly. She holds it away from her, ready to hang it up again. “We can save it for another time.”

Vision leaves the bed, moving effortlessly through the chill. Wanda forgets the temperature altogether as she watches his sculpted muscles and sleek seam of vibranium ripple with each step.  He used to be shy, inhibited by the belief that his body was too different from that of a human, too strange for Wanda to desire. But months of her sharing her wanting, flaying her mind open so that he can experience in real-time the way she feels when they reach for each other has purged him of those insecurities and she is proud of him, and herself, for his newfound confidence.

He takes the dress from her and removes it from the hanger. “Or we can still make something special out of it.” He carefully undoes the zipper and holds the dress. “Step inside.”

Wanda does as he says, letting him pull the straps up her arms and over her shoulders, the dress slipping wave-like over her body. She lifts her arm so he can slide the zipper up her side. It’s long, the edge of the dress sweeping the floor. But Vision is already ahead of the problem and picks up her shoes. Wanda holds the back of the chair as he kneels before her. Vision is taller than her by more than a head, wide-shouldered and long-limbed. But naked and kneeling at her feet, her body rages hot and furious at the fantasies his position inspires.

“Vis,” she whispers.

He must know how completely undone she is by the sight of him before her. It’s there in the bright knowledge of his eyes, the erection that twitches against his thigh as it comes to life. But instead of giving her the relief her body craves, he takes her foot and leaves small kisses along each arch before slipping on each shoe.

“You look good on your knees,” she says, her voice shaking.

He straightens, the smile he gives her a promise that sends electricity directly to the apex of her thighs.

“Incorrigible,” he gently reprimands as he shimmers, phasing before her eyes. He is no longer naked but dressed in a dark blue, single-breasted suit, white dress shirt open at his collar. Cuff links and polished, Italian leather shoes complete the ensemble.

“No fair,” Wanda says as he pulls out a cell phone from his travel bag. “I still have bedhead and you look like you stepped off a runway.”

“You exaggerate,” he answers, setting up his iPhone on the docking station he bought her. Bose speakers. Top of the line. He really is descended from Tony Stark. “You do not have to perform any improvements to be more beautiful than you already are.”

“Neither do you.” She reaches out to cradle his cheek, touched by his words, knowing that the utter sincerity with which he says everything makes each expression that much sweeter. “You’re just so dashing.”

He takes her hand, leaving a small kiss on her knuckle, and holds her against him as piano notes tinkle over the speakers, his blue eyes pure and unfathomable in a face she knows she can’t live without. “And you are everything.”

Wanda's heart grows wings and she clings to him for fear she’ll float away. They move to the gentle melody of the music, the sultry voice of the singer weaving a spell around them. If she strains hard enough, she can just hear the voices of her teammates two floors beneath them. But she ignores the sound. She is here, with Vision, both dressed like a couple on their way to the opera, dancing to the voice of an angel. And the rain falls to the rhythm of two synchronized heartbeats.

[titaniasfics]

Just posted: You Asked Me to Stay

Prologue and Chapter 1

Summary:

Wanda Maximoff has lost too much - her parents, her city, and her beloved twin brother. As Sokovia falls to imminent destruction, she has nothing left to lose. She doesn't count on Vision, Tony Starks's latest creation, flying in to save her at the last moment.

Multichapter Fic

Canon-Compliant

Mature (eventually)

Friends-to-lovers

Now on AO3