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TW: DARK, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, +18, MANIPULATION, ETC.
Words: 11.3K
Summary: Nightmares and dream were now haunting y/n's mind, but Wanda being by her side seemed to make everything better. That was until things started to change, y/n was not the same and slowly, Wanda noticed her mistake. Even with the close relationship they had now created, things still didn't seem to go okay, Wanda keeping her secret and y/n falling for it, would it come to an end?
A/n: Second and last part of this lovely collab. We proud of our baby, right @theperfectlovestory ?Gotta admit, this is the darkest fic I have ever done and I- am so proud of it. We hope you guys enjoy it, and give it aaaaall the love you want; comment, reblog, like it, interact with it! Thank you so much for reading the first part, it meant so much to us.
**: Flashback.
Part 1.
It had been about three weeks since your nightmares had started, every now and then, they’d ease and you’d have nice dreams, which was unexpected since the nightmares had been constant. Wanda was always there, holding you and calming you down while you cried in her arms. You had opted to move into her room since the bed was bigger, but even then, you always clung to Wanda.
Wanda had tried to keep it as cool as possible, for a moment forgetting what her true purpose was of studying the darkhold, now completely focused on you. Not that she was complaining anyway, she felt…happy. You had become so close to her that she was also becoming dependent on you, something she did not expect.
The whole thing with the darkhold had made a sudden turn, now changing both your and Wanda’s life, maybe it seemed like it was for good, or maybe it wasn’t…
“Wanda?” You asked as you sat in bed looking at the door. The night had been calm after Wanda had held you throughout the whole night, and you had a nice dream…with her specifically.
You weren’t ready to talk about it, you were scared of what Wanda could think of those dreams. It was enough with having her taking care of you day and night and having to stick with her at every living moment. You were afraid as to what this could mean for your friendship.
Weirdly, you felt safer, but it was also confusing as to what was happening with your mind. All those nightmares, all those dreams with Wanda, they were getting into your head, and they were making you feel…safe but also…afraid. Since then, you hadn’t been able to really use your powers, any gardening was made manually with no powers involved, that only took you to a place you didn’t want to be in but at the same time you can’t remove gardening totally in your life, it was there before everything…and it just feels wrong that it won’t be here for you now.
In fact, you fear the time it will leave you.
“Y/n?”
You looked up at Wanda who was smiling at you, a plate, and a cup of tea in both her hands. She walked to the bed and carefully handed you the plate while she held the cup.
“How did you sleep, detka?” Wanda smiled at you as you looked at the plate that now lay on your lap.
“I- I slept okay.” You nodded softly.
Wanda ran her fingers through your hair with her free hand. “No bad dreams?”
You looked at her and smiled. “No. Not today.”
“I did a good job protecting you then.” Wanda grinned.
“You always do, Wanda.” You whispered softly even if you knew she’d hear you. Wanda only stared at you for a moment as you started eating, trying to hide the redness that now invaded her face.
“I thought we could go for a walk later.” Wanda raised her brows.
“That’d be nice. I could use some fresh air.” You smiled as you turned to Wanda and furrowed your brows. “You’re not eating?”
“I was going to take some from your plate,” Wanda smirked as she grabbed a piece of bacon.
“Fair enough. But the tea is mine.” You took it from her hands and took a sip, sighing happily at the taste. “My favorite.”
“Always.” Wanda offered a soft smile as she stared at you.
. . .
As you two walked around the woods, you normally always had your arms extended, feeling the grass, the flowers, the trees that surrounded you, but this time, your arms were around your abdomen, as if you were trying to protect yourself from something. Wanda noticed this and turned to look at you for a moment, she furrowed her brows as she noticed how off you suddenly felt.
Was this her fault? It’s been days since that one dream, and even if you had been scared of the other nightmares…that one had been the worst for you. Wanda stopped you for a moment, making you look up at her with curiosity.
“Is everything okay?” You asked as you looked at Wanda.
“I think I should be the one asking that.” Wanda tilted her head. “Are you okay?”
You sighed softly as you looked down at your feet. “I just- my head is hurting.” You shook your head and looked back up at her. “And this place-”
“Y/n.” Wanda placed her hands on your cheeks and stroked them softly. “Nothing is going to happen. No one can hurt us here.”
Of course not. The competition is gone.
Wanda offered a small smile, ignoring the voice in her mind. “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”
You stared at her for a moment, noticing how the sun kissed her face just perfectly, something you had dreamed before, and something you had wanted to do for a while now…your heart stopped for a moment at the thought, knowing that if your thoughts were too loud, Wanda could hear you.
So, you only offered a small smile, and without thinking twice, your hand grabbed one of her hands, and your lips laid on her palm for a few seconds, looking back at her afterward. “I know.” You whispered softly as Wanda smiled.
Wanda felt weird when you had kissed her palm but had said nothing as you two kept walking, now holding hands and walking closer than ever. That gesture reminded her of Vision for a few seconds; he used to do that every now and then, but the truth was- that he hadn’t been the first one to do it.
**
Wanda had just gone back from a mission, both Steve and Natasha had tried to stay quiet the whole way back, but Wanda knew what they were thinking, she knew what she had done wrong. She tried to hold back tears as she looked down at her hands, feeling ashamed of her powers.
You had seen Wanda almost running towards her room, you had been sitting in the living room reading a book, but a door had taken your mind off the book and just when you looked up, you noticed Wanda, Steve, and Natasha. You furrowed your brows as you stared at them, Natasha noticing this and only shaking her head.
You then stood up and left the book on the couch, walking down the hallway and trying to find Wanda. When you realize her room is empty and haven’t been open since she left for the mission, you went straight to the balcony, knowing perfectly that she liked to be there. The moment you walked outside, you found Wanda crying, her weak and broken form before you making your heart shatter.
“Wanda?”
Wanda sniffled and turned back to look at you. “I- I’m…I’m fine. I just-”
“You don’t have to tell me anything.” You walked to her and wrapped your arms around her, Wanda broke down in tears as you held her.
“I still can’t control my powers. It’s like- I know what to do b-but they act on their own sometimes and I- I just want to h-help.” Wanda sobbed as she buried her face on the crook of your neck.
“We know that Wands. We truly do.”
“The look Nat and Steve had- they are disappointed. I know it.”
“Hey.” You pulled away just enough to look at her as you offered a small smile. “We know. I know. I’ve seen you, Wanda. And you have done so well. We are not perfect.”
Wanda looked up at you as she sniffled. “Really? Because the people in there…they-they seemed scared of me.” Her voice broke as she spoke.
You felt your heart stopping for a moment, having heard those words before. “Well…I’m not.” You carefully grabbed one of her hands and smiled. “You would never hurt me, right?”
Wanda shook her head. “I- no.”
“And I know that. I trust you.” You kissed her hand softly and placed it against your cheek for a moment and leaned into it. “We are in this together. Just like I know Nat and Steve trust you, and they are on your side too.” You again took her hand and kissed the inside of it.
Wanda smiled at this, her cheeks burning as she stared at you. “I trust you.” She whispered softly as she bit her lip.
Wanda looked down at your hands and smiled a little at the memory. For a moment, her heart broke as she looked up at you, knowing what she was doing to get this, but also knowing that if she stopped now, she would lose you, and she couldn’t let that happen.
You groaned softly at the sudden pounding in your head, your hand going up to your forehead. Wanda then stopped you and placed her hand on your cheek, offering a smile.
“Why don’t we go back so I can make some tea for you? And then we could lay down for a bit.”
You smiled as you nodded. “Sounds good.”
Wanda’s smile disappeared as she worried about the headache. It wasn’t the first time that happened, and she was sure this had to do with what she was doing. Even if she didn’t know nature the way you did, she knew everything felt different, the woods felt different…you felt different. Was this her fault?
. . .
Wanda can’t count how many times she dreamt of this moment. She doesn’t remember how many times her heart felt like thorny vines were crushing it, watching you lay your head on Natasha’s lap as she runs her hand gently on your beautiful locks, the smile you shoot at her in response to Natasha’s way of loving.
Now, it’s her in Natasha’s place, it’s her hand entangled in your silky smooth hair, it’s her receiving the smile she only used to dream about. She can’t even put it into words how magical this moment is to her.
See what a little persuasion can do?
Wanda ignored the voice. She’s been blocking it off since that nightmare that sent you off to millions of emotions. She knew then it was a mistake, she was afraid she broke you. She’s still walking on eggshells around you. Wanda tries to ignore it, trying to convince herself that she finally has what she wanted, she’s no longer alone, you look at her like she’s the most precious person to you.
It’s what she wanted…right?
But what about you?
Wanda will always find you beautiful, nothing will change that, but she can’t deny that you look…terrible. The bags under your eye grow darker every night, even on the days that you didn’t have a nightmare. Your smooth complexion feels dry on her skin, you look dehydrated even if she takes care of you well. Your body grows thinner by the day even if she stuffs you with food every hour.
It’s like…you were dying in her arms. Like the plants she tried so hard to keep alive.
Wanda frowned, she’s never been good at taking care of plants. She tried many times, wanting to impress you, make you happy. But in the end, it all became a disappointment to her. She’ll do research, ask florists, buy different products to help the plant but even with all the effort, she’ll wake up one day and it’s…dead. She never gets to show you anything, even though she did all she can.
Worry filled her…there’s no more denying that what she did will scar you forever. She already hurt you just to get you, but what if it becomes much more than that? What if she’s not prepared for the consequences of her action.
She hasn't mastered the darkhold yet and she already gambled with it. She signed a contract with the devil, but what exactly did she agree to in exchange for your attention?
Cold hands pressed on her cheeks woke her up from her slowly darkening thoughts. You peered at her worriedly, it made Wanda want to laugh. It’s not her that needs worrying, but she’s afraid you haven’t looked at yourself in the mirror since that nightmare, afraid to see what’s behind you.
Wanda pressed her hands on yours and showed you a smile.
“Are you really okay?” you asked her, and she chuckled.
“Yes, detka. I’m just thinking about…you,” she whispered, her hand left yours and she gently ran it across your cheeks, searching your eyes for the Y/n she knew.
“Me? But I’m right here.” You giggled but Wanda’s concern made you frown “Is there something wrong with me?” Wanda didn’t speak, she pulled you into her lap and you gasped.
This is the most intimate position you did with Wanda. Your breath fan on each other’s face, the smell of strawberry and vanilla fills your senses. Her warmth spread on every touching skin.
You are melting in her arms, in her gentle touches.
“Detka, you know I’m always here for you, right?” She muttered and you nodded, hesitant. You’re confused…scared to where this conversation is headed but the way her palm runs down your spine soothes you “You trust me to protect you, always?”
“I do,” you whispered.
“Then why are you so afraid to use your powers?” She asked and you stiffened.
Wanda.
“I-...I’m not afraid to use it.” you deny, looking away.
Wanda held your hand in front of you, mud is still stuck under your nails. Scratches here and there from where you dug into a rock and didn’t stop fast enough.
“When was the last time you needed to use gardening materials to plant?”
Wanda, stop.
“Wanda, please” you sighed, lowering your head into her shoulder “I don’t want to talk about it”
“Y/n, you’re losing touch of your powers.” Wanda’s tone was almost pleading “I can protect you, you don’t need to be afraid of it.”
“It’s not that” you clenched your jaw, you were starting to lose patience and—this damn headache won’t leave you alone.
You can feel it pounding on your head, it’s making you feel dizzy, unfocused. The more you try to contain your power, the more it gets worst but—
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
Wanda, you really need to stop.
Wanda’s getting more anxious, she doesn’t want to lose you and your powers are a part of you. You encouraged her to embrace herself before, she wanted to give back the same favor.
She pulled you away from her so she could see your face. She wanted to read your mind badly. There's really nothing stopping her, she's been doing something that’s more wicked, something that's slowly breaking you but she's still in battle with herself. She wants to do the good thing, to respect you.
But you were guarded, and it reminds her of Natasha and Wanda felt a bit crazy because of that.
She doesn't know when it started, doesn't know when it stopped, doesn't know when she picked it up again, but it's back. That feeling is back, the possessiveness that makes her feel insane.
She wanted to know everything about you more than anyone in your life, she wants you all for herself and she’s doing things that make her stomach curl to do just that, and yet— remnants of Natasha still lingers in you.
Wanda pressed your forehead in hers, her eyes closed, she almost looks like she was pleading you to open up, but you can feel it. It’s faint but you can feel her in the deepest parts of your mind.
When you realized what she was doing, you gasped, you pushed her off of you harshly, stumbling on your feet as you angrily glared at her.
"Wanda- what the fuck—!"
Wanda stared at you with wide eyes. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“I didn’t give you permission to do that, why would you fucking do that?” You breathed heavily as you walked away from the bed.
Wanda furrowed her brows as she stood up and shook her head. “I told you I was worried. I’m sorry if I looked into your mind, but I- I wanted to see if I could help.”
“I don’t even know what’s going on in my mind, Wanda! I’m confused I’m-” you ran your hands through your hair as you laughed darkly. “I don’t know what you expect me to say if I don’t even fucking know!”
“I don’t expect you to tell me. I’m. worried. I just want to help.” Wanda was getting upset at the way you were talking to her, and you could notice, her accent was present.
“I don’t want help. I just-” you sighed, your hands once again surrounding yourself, you grow smaller the more the conversation goes. “I don’t know what’s happening, Wanda. And I can’t- you can’t make me talk.”
“I don-”
“And you can’t go through my mind, Wanda. Y-You can’t fucking do that.”
“I’ve- I’ve done-” Wanda shook her head. “I thought you trusted me.”
“Oh my god, Wanda, I do I just- you can’t do that!”
“I do this so we can fix this. So you can be okay.”
“I never asked for help! I never told you to help me! What if I’m okay and you’re just overreacting? Wanda, you- you need to let me breathe, you can’t fix everything!” You laughed darkly again as you felt tears in your eyes, looking back at Wanda.
Wanda tilted her head. “Overreacting? So…me caring is overreacting? It’s only you and me…” she shrugged. “You can’t expect me to not worry.”
“Is it though? Only you and me?”
Wanda stared at you for what felt like a long time. “I guess it’s not.”
You then realized what you had said and tried to walk close to Wanda. “Wanda, I-”
“I know I can’t fix things, y/n.” Wanda looked away. “I perfectly know that. Because last time I tried to fix it, I hurt people.” She then looked back at you. “But I thought I could help you.”
“You do. Wan-”
“I’m going out.” Wanda grabbed her jacket and put her shoes on.
“It’ll be dark soon, you shouldn-”
“As if you cared.” Wanda simply said before she stormed off the room, leaving you there staring at the small hallway.
You didn’t know what just happened, you were confused as to why you were so mad at her when she had done it before. You had let her in before, and this time…she just cared. You grasp on your hair, the stupid headache just won’t…leave you alone. Why can’t all the bad things just leave you alone, why can’t you just have a simple fucking good day since…
Shaking your head, you sighed and went back to bed, feeling a sharp pain in your chest. Tonight, only your side of the bed will bring you heat, the other side will only give you the cold reminder that no one will stay forever.
. . .
You moved around the bed as you groaned, your breathing becoming heavy as you shook your head. It was happening again, that nightmare was back. You screamed as you sat on the bed and looked around, your forehead all sweaty and your heart breathing faster than ever. You placed your hand on your chest as you tried to calm down, but you couldn’t help but feel terrified.
“W-Wanda…” You turned to wake up Wanda, but her side of the bed was empty.
It was then when your mind took you back to a few hours ago; you had argued, and Wanda left the room. That was hours ago.
You stood up and had to hold on to the wall for support. You felt dizzy, your head was still throbbing, you felt hot all over but still, you walked slowly to the living room, calling for her name but noticing that all the lights were off. You then went back to the room and looked out the window, but no luck since it was even darker outside.
You sobbed softly as you looked around the room. “Wanda.” Your voice broke as you looked at the door, tears rolling down your cheeks as your lip trembled. “No-”
You went ahead and laid down on the bed, grabbing Wanda’s pillow and crying, clinging to it, wishing it was Wanda. How could you have pushed her away like that? You needed her and she wasn’t anywhere to be found, and this was all on you.
“Wanda!” You cried out as you buried your face on the pillow. “Please…come back.” You whispered into the pillow, hoping that somehow Wanda could hear you. But you knew she wouldn’t. She had left.
. . .
Wanda entered deep in the woods, stopping at a clearing far from the cabin. It was dark but the moonlight helped her navigate the area. She sat on a rock, trying to control her breathing. She’s regretting leaving you now, she shouldn’t have. She made a mistake, you were right to be angry, so she doesn’t understand the rage she’s feeling inside her at all.
You’re being reckless.
Wanda’s jaw clenched “You’re butting in too much. I don’t need you right now.” The voice laughed.
You will always need me.
“No! All you do is hurt y/n! She doesn’t deserve this. She’s losing herself!” Wanda frustratedly ran her hands on her face.
Do you still want that woman?
Wanda’s hands fall to her sides, her breathing heavy with all the overwhelming emotions. Her memory flashed to your expression earlier. Anger, betrayal…it’s not what she wanted.
“Not like this…” She whispered.
This is the only way you can have her. Let me show you.
Red mist covered her surroundings, an image forming in the wall of the mist. It got clearer and clearer every second until she saw a clear image of you standing with a solemn expression. You raised your head as if someone called you and a smile formed on your face, Wanda came into the picture, and you gave her a wave.
Wanda felt happy that she could turn your mood up like that, she remembered that day. It was when you first failed your mission. You were pretty sad about it even though there was really no casualty. But it was the first time you were in charge, you felt ashamed.
She was confused for a second, she didn't understand what’s the use of showing this to her, it was a happy memory…but suddenly, you look away from Wanda and run to the arms of the person who called you.
The figure said a few words of encouragement and comfort and suddenly, the sadness in your eyes left. Your smile is brighter than any of the ones you gave her, and Wanda’s heart felt crushed, broken. Tears easily fall from her eyes ‘Did this really happen?’
“This is all I amount to compared to Natasha?” she breathed, a smile full of pain made its way on her lips. “I can’t even be more of a comfort than an assassin who knew nothing about love before she met y/n.”
You can always be more.
“How?” She sniffed, her voice devoid of any hope.
Use me, embrace me.
The red mist glows and Wanda’s eyes return to the image. It’s a new scene, one where Natasha didn’t exist, one where Wanda stood in her place. Where it’s her waist you have your arm wrapped around, looking up at her with the same smile. In a world where Wanda can freely run her fingers across your jaw and rest her thumbs on your chin.
A world where she can lean in and close the gaps in between your lips.
Wanda’s eyes returned to their original color and the red mist faded. She felt exhausted, conflicted but she knows what her heart desired, even when it’s starting to show its true color at the tips of her fingers.
. . .
You woke up in the morning feeling cold. Wanda still hasn’t come back, you miss her warmth immensely. It’s only been a few weeks, but you feel like you can’t live properly without her anymore. There’s a painful longing in your heart as you move around the house to do your morning routine. You stopped halfway through and decided to heat up some water for tea.
You were staring at it dazedly when it started whistling. In a panic, you touched the metal part and immediately felt the burning sensation in your fingers. You hissed in pain but thankfully, you didn’t drop the kettle and make a bigger mess.
Wanda wouldn’t want you burning her house down while she’s out…it’s not a good scenario either. You were reminded of the painful dream last night and you decided to just take your blanket and wait outside in front of the door for Wanda.
Your mind goes back repeatedly to your conversation last night. You didn’t even know why you asked that. There’s obviously just the two of you together now…right?
It’s ridiculous to think otherwise.
But why is your memory so foggy? You have a faint feeling that you were trying to figure out something before…there’s a heavy feeling in your chest. You can remember hearing a conversation…but whenever you try hard to remember, your head feels like it’s going to break in half.
You wanted so bad to trust your instincts, you knew something was up. Even your powers feel heavy now…but this is Wanda we’re talking about. She would never do anything to harm you. You trust her with your life, she only ever had good intentions.
Even if she’s hiding something, would it really matter? She’s all that you have now.
. . .
Wanda made her way back to the cabin, the sun was barely out, and she was honestly tired. After a whole night of walking and trying to get her thoughts in order. What was she doing? She had come this far to now walk away from this. But this also didn’t mean she didn’t care about you, because she did, she cared, so much, but she knew that if she told you the truth, you would hate her. She couldn’t handle that. She couldn’t lose someone else.
Wanda sighed as she looked up, defeated and ready to probably argue with you again, but she then stopped as she noticed you were sitting on the grass. But what caught her attention the most was how the grass that surrounded you was not green anymore, and that…glow she always saw on you…it seemed like it was almost gone.
“Y/n?” Wanda asked softly.
You shot your head up and a sad smile appeared on your lips, dry streaks of tears still on your cheeks, you stood up as fast as you could and ran to her. “Wanda!” You wrapped your arms around her and buried your face against her neck. “I-I thought you had left me.”
Wanda furrowed her brows as she pulled away enough to look at you. “What? Y/n, I won’t ever do that.” She placed her hands on your cheeks and wiped away your tears.
“But you did, you were gone all night…and I…I needed you” You sobbed “I didn’t mean anything. I trust you. And I need you. Don’t leave me again.” You rested your forehead against hers, holding onto her waists tighter as you tried to push your body further in hers.
Wanda closed her eyes for a moment as she shook her head. “I’m not leaving.” She looked at you and noticed your puffy red eyes, feeling guilty for taking away your glow. “I’ll always be here.” She kissed your nose and you chuckled sadly.
“I l-” you looked at her for a moment but decided to swallow back your words, your eyes darting down to her lips for a moment but going up to her eyes again, smiling sadly. “Thank you.” She whispered softly.
Wanda smiled as she wrapped you into another hug. Your actions hadn’t gone unnoticed, but she didn’t want to just jump into it and make you feel uncomfortable. The time for that would come. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt tears in her eyes. What had she done?
You need her. We need her. Don’t go soft.
. . .
It was already dark when Wanda woke up. She almost panicked when she didn't feel you by her side knowing she slept with you tucked safely and comfortably in her embrace but when she heard movement outside the cabin, she let out a sigh of relief knowing you're safe and entertaining yourself.
She stood up from the bed and did her routine in the bathroom before checking up on you. A smile spread on her lips when she saw what you've been happily busy about.
Just a few steps besides the house, you managed to set up a small campfire, you added two logs around it and a small wooden table with drinks and snacks. There's also marshmallows, where you get that is beyond her knowledge.
She walked closer to you, her sandals scrunching the grass beneath her. You turned around and gave her a cheery smile. Wanda's heart leaped and her stomach felt warm, it's the brightest smile you showed her since she brought you here.
Finally, appreciating my work?
Wanda sighed, annoyed by the voice but she gave you a big smile in return "Whatcha got there?" She asked and you excitedly answered her.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe a change of pace will help us...so I prepared something so we can just relax. I'm sure you'll stay up all night anyway." you gestured to the other log in front of yours, inviting her to sit but she settled at your side, seeking your warmth and scent.
She happily hummed her contentment when she leaned her head on your shoulder. Silence filled the air except for the consistent cracking of the wood from the fire and the singing of insects surrounding you. Wanda finds the moment so peaceful, watching the stars above and the clouds go by with your arm around her waist to steady her.
This moment feels like a dream to her.
Being careful to not move around too much, you took the stick from the table and a couple of marshmallows. Wanda saw what you were doing so she moved away a bit to give you more space to work, you sent her a smile before facing the fire again and watching the marshmallow cook carefully.
“My mom and I used to go camping a lot” You muttered and Wanda’s back straightened, you never talked about your family before, “She said it was to take a break from work, but she always schedule it after I had my big test, I knew she just wanted to give me the time to breathe after getting too stressed.”
A warm smile made its way into your lips, Wanda remembers that smile. She’s always wearing it whenever she is with her parents, and then when she saw her kids for the first time, and when they start talking, and then when they took their first steps.
It was the type of love only a family can bring you.
“What do you do on your camping trips?” She asked, careful not to break your moment.
You turn your head upwards as if trying to remember the fondest memories you have with her “Well, her favorite has always been stargazing. It’s our tradition to watch falling stars.” you chuckled, your eyes bright with the recollection of the memory “There was one time, it’s my earliest memory of our stargazing. I was so young then, she woke me up in the middle of the night and I followed her out of the tent, but I just stood there, with my head facing upwards but my eyes were closed because I was so sleepy.”
A giggle left Wanda’s lips and yours too, but she didn’t miss the single tear that dropped on your cheeks, she didn’t mention anything though as you quickly wiped it away.
“What happened next?”
“Well, my mother saw me, and she laughed, then sent me inside to go back to sleep. Promising that she’ll wake me up again next time when I tried to argue.”
Wanda lowered her head to the marshmallow that was slowly turning brown. She didn’t know what to feel. Her heart felt warm, it felt tight, she was happy to know this memory of yours, she was thankful you trust her enough to share it.
She remembers all the time when the team would ask around about their past and you were never the one to share about your family but open about everything else. This was the first time she saw this soft side of you.
But at the same time, she doesn’t feel like she deserves this trust at all, so her fingers lingered just a bit above yours. She felt like she didn’t deserve to touch you in this moment of purity.
And yet, warm hands enclosed in her cold ones.
She looked at you, but you were focused on blowing the tip of the marshmallow that caught on fire. It’s light framing your face so perfectly she gasped. She didn’t think that real life can even be more magical than dreams and yet here you are, proving everything she ever knew to be wrong.
You turned to her and offered the marshmallow after blowing it to the right temperature. Wanda smiled and slowly leaned into it, taking a small bite, and laughing when the rest of the marshmallow won’t snap. You pulled the stick away, but it only got longer, and you started laughing as well before using your fingers to help her.
You wrapped the sticky mallows in your finger and when you got almost all of it, you stuck it in your mouth. Wanda swallowed as she watched you suck on your finger, your lips wrapped perfectly, and you released it with a small pop.
You grin at Wanda, and she giggled, a small part of the marshmallow stuck at the side of your lips. She leaned in and pressed her thumb on the corner of your lips, wiping it off. When she raised her eyes only then did she notice the proximity of your faces and she was mesmerized. The color of your eyes sparkling under the moonlight and the light of the fire.
“You’re…breathtaking,” she whispered unknowingly, and a blush spread across your cheeks.
“Thank you, but I think you’re looking at your reflection.” Wanda giggled, the action made you look at her lips, far too long than appropriate, and then back to her eyes. “Can I kiss you?” you asked, and Wanda pressed her forehead against yours.
“I thought you’d never ask.” with a smile, you pressed your lips on hers and it felt like fireworks exploding inside you, everything smelled fresh, every touch felt right and for a moment everything felt perfectly in place.
You have what you want now, because of me. Don't forget that.
. . .
After that night, both of you had become closer, showing love to each other in many ways, something both of you had been needing and wanting to feel. The dreams had gone away ever since, something that you had found weird since they had been very constant, but you had decided that those nightmares and dreams had gone away because now you were living your dream, and Wanda was protecting you from those nightmares.
Wanda had noticed the sudden change in you, feeling calm since she had noticed part of that light in your eyes was back. But something that still made her worry, was the fact that you still didn’t use your powers at all. All the color around you starts to fade and she’s sure you notice it, but you remain quiet, you pretend as if nothing has changed, but she knows, she can sense it, she can see it…
Wanda has taken the time to get some time for herself and read any books where she could find a new spell, she needed to find a way to get the full light back on you. She felt bad for saying it, but she missed the old y/n, she missed the old funny person you were, and it wasn’t fully gone, she knew that. But also, she missed how happy your powers made you, your relationship with nature, the love you had for every single plant, flower, tree, all of it.
She had left the door slightly open, knowing that you were outside and in your own mind, so you wouldn’t come inside any time soon. She went through every page, but nothing seemed to be right.
You know exactly what to do.
Wanda looked up and felt her heart stopping as she remembered.
“No. I can’t.”
It’s your only choice, we can control her, fully. She can be that person again.
“What I did to Agatha…s-she deserved it. But I can’t…I can’t do that to y/n.”
We need to do it. And you’ll have her fully. She’ll be all yours.
Wanda smiled as her eyes watered. “All mine…” she whispered softly. “...mine.”
“Wanda?”
Wanda turned to the door and heard you close the front door, she wiped away her face and put the book back in its place. She turned in the right moment when you walked into the room, smiling at her.
“Hey there. What are you doing?” You asked as you walked to her.
“I was just- cleaning up a little.” Wanda smiled and bit her lip as you wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer, making her wrap her arms around your neck. “What were you doing?”
“Just sitting outside.” You kissed her nose. “I missed you.”
“I’m right here, y/n/n.” Wanda chuckled. “Why don’t we lay down?”
“I like the idea. I’m tired.” You moved your hands down her thighs and picked her up, making Wanda laugh and rapidly wrap her legs around your waist. You walked over to the bed and carefully put her down, you laughed along with her and got on top of her. “You’re kinda heavy, you know?”
“I don’t recall telling you to carry me, you decided it yourself.” Wanda chuckled as she looked up at you.
“Just wanted to hear that laugh.” You smiled down at her before leaning down to kiss her lips softly.
The kiss started off as sweet, Wanda running her hands through your hair and her legs once again, wrapped around your waist to pull you down. Suddenly, the kiss became heated and both of you were getting into it as you run your hands down Wanda’s side.
Wanda broke the kiss when the air became necessary, but you kissed her chin and down her neck. “I-I thought you were- you were tired.”
“Not to be with you.” You whispered teasingly as you looked up at her and smirked. “Are you tired?”
Wanda saw the lust in your eyes, making her stomach turn as she swallowed. “No.”
“Good then.” You licked her lips before you leaned down to kiss her again. “What do you want me to do?” You whispered against her lips as your hands moved lower and lower.
Wanda chuckled darkly, wrapping her arms around your waist, and turning you guys over so she could be now on top. “Why don’t we start with you…behaving?” Wanda kissed you passionately, making you moan and pulling her closer.
You swallowed harshly at the sudden change in her accent; it always had an effect on you. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt so turned on, but you wanted her, you needed her. It was like something was pulling you to her. Wanda bit your lip a little too harshly, making your lip bleed a little and you hissed, but as you pulled away and saw the look in her eyes, you didn’t care what else she was willing to do with you, you were hers.
Wanda pressed her thumb on the bloody spot and dragged it down your chin, to your jaw, and to your neck, her hand stayed there and pressed you down before she leaned down and licked you clean. The action made you gasp, a different coil in your stomach formed. It was a sensation you’d never felt before and you wanted—no, you needed more of it.
“I need you.” You swallowed nervously, looking up at her.
Wanda smirked. “Now, now…why so shy, detka? Weren’t you the one who started this?” She moved down to kiss your neck.
“I- yes.” You breathed heavily. “I want you to fuck me.”
“What was that? I can’t hear you?” She looked up at you with a raised brow and a playful smirk.
“I. want you. to fuck me. now.” You demanded as you tried to pull her down.
Wanda laughed at this and sat on your lap, moving her hips painfully slow. “So demanding.” Her hand moved up your stomach, her nails digging an obvious line of red between your breasts until it was wrapped around your neck, making you gasp. “I remind you…” She suddenly pulled you to make you sit up, her hand still wrapped around your neck and tightening her grip. “I am in charge here. You’ll do as I say.” She smirked as her eyes got darker. “Understood?”
“Yes.”
. . .
You didn’t want to get off of her tight hold, but you felt like you needed to do something to ease her worries. Lately, it felt wrong to be away from her, you knew she was worried about you, and you were also worried about her. You cared so much about her. You…you loved her.
If she’s going crazy and even going through great lengths of breaking your boundaries that she promised she would never do, then it must really be important for her, and you want to do everything to make her happy. You realized that when you thought you lost her, you realized that Wanda is the most important person to you.
You gently untangle her arms on you and cover her with the blanket. You hesitated to give her a kiss on her forehead, you did so anyway. It made your heart pump with excitement, it was your little secret.
There's something intimate and domestic in giving secret goodbye kisses.
You went to your room and took one of the sweaters Wanda gave you and left the house. Your feet bare and feel the mixture of grass and mud beneath you. Your jaw clenched at the sharp feeling in the sole of your foot. You look at it and a small cut slowly seeps out blood.
Since…that dream, you were already experiencing small changes in your body, especially your powers. You don’t feel as in tune with it as you did before. You thought it was just because of your lack of sleep, you weren’t in great condition. but the more you ignore it, the more it becomes apparent to you.
You’re quickly losing control of it.
You head straight to the boulder you sit on to meditate, your steps leaving a trail of dead grass. You climbed and sat on top of it, legs crossed with your hands on top of your legs.
And when your eyes open, everything is all black.
. . .
The first time you were here, you can feel that you weren’t really alone. There was this feeling of being watched, it didn’t feel like a threat, it wasn’t hostile, but it was there, waiting to be found.
Now as you take steps after steps, it’s watching you again but this time, you don’t feel welcome. There’s a heavy feeling in the air, and the ones ‘watching’ you felt like hungry predators, waiting for the right time to attack you and rip your throat.
You take more steps forward, following the ominous trail in the air, and soon, you were face to face with the same flower before. Your heart tugged and a smile pressed on your lips. It was the familiarity you were looking for.
With trembling hands, you started to reach for it but before you could even hold it, a barrier stopped you from advancing any further. Confused, you push on the barrier and red waves of static run through the length of it.
Your brows furrowed. It wasn’t supposed to be there, you were able to easily access your powers before. You tried pushing on it more with both palms and it bent a bit, it feels like it’s trying to suck you in, and you had to let go, a bit nervous about what would happen if it did.
You tried to calm yourself down, trying to think clearly, make plans. That’s what she taught you…
Wait…she?
Your mouth opened in a gasp, your eyes widened, and your breathing quickened. Did you just forget Natasha for a second? You shook your head, laughing quietly at the ridiculousness of it.
“That’s impossible…” you said to yourself, the nightmares may scare you a bit from her but forgetting her is impossible, after all, nightmares are just nightmares.
You pressed on the barrier again, trying to forget what just happened and focus on the task at hand. The same red static runs through the whole area of the barrier. It covers as much as you can see in this dark, like a wall that stops you from getting to the other side. Pushing further and your fingers started to go through it, you didn’t feel anything, so you pressed forward until your whole arm went in before you felt a hard force push you from behind.
The barrier sucked you in hard and you felt your whole world rotating. You slumped on the floor with a gasp looking back to the barrier and you saw a dark figure that waved at you before vanishing into a red mist.
You get a weird feeling of familiarity from that figure, but it disappeared immediately.
Shaking your head, you stood up and steadied yourself. You looked around and it felt like you were transported in a different realm. It’s still dark, but you were in a forest…no, Forest snags. Dead trees and logs, the ground is dark and oily. Beetles, flies, and maggots littered the area. As you walked further, dead snails, heads cut off from snakes, decomposing animal bodies in every corner of the forest.
Your heart clenched in pain, your connection to nature makes you want to weep for it. Tears threatened to spill any moment, but you pushed forward, this is not how this place should look. If you can find the flower…maybe you can help it.
Soon, you were able to see the lake but as you got closer, the stench of death filled the air making you stop and lean on a tree as you hurled your guts out. The smell is so strong your eyes water and you can’t stop emptying your stomach on the oily ground.
You’ve experienced being in a room full of dead bodies and bloody floors before, but nothing compares to the stink of this dead body of water.
Wiping your lips, you take a deep breath through your mouth, trying to calm down your system before pushing forward. You can feel the ominous aura across the lake, and you have a feeling you’ll find what you’re looking for there.
You walked along the lake path, watching the dark murky water for any signs of…anything, living, dead…but it remained still and even if you felt like you already walked for hours, it was still going.
Tired of feeling like you’re walking in circles, you slowly began to understand that you needed to walk through it. You took a stick from the ground and started poking the water to see how deep it goes. It was only two feet more or less as far as you can reach.
For one last attempt to not touch it, you tried to feel for your powers inside your body, flicking your wrist but nothing came up as you expected. This place doesn’t let you use your powers.
With a lot of hesitation, you started to step on it, and immediately, your feet started to disappear on its dark surface. You tried to ignore the feeling of weeds brushing on your legs and tried your hardest not to inhale too much of the smell.
You were feeling pretty confident, already making it halfway when suddenly, a sudden rush of movements made waves in the water. You started to run but it was like your body is suddenly too heavy to move, like a bad nightmare where you can’t feel your legs.
It wrapped around your legs and pulled you down fast and rough.
You tried flailing your arm to swim away, the lake suddenly felt and looked deeper as it devoured your body. You failed your limbs, trying to swim upward and kick down the thing wrapping around your legs but to no avail.
You lack oxygen now, your body is too tired to do anything anymore and your vision starts to blur. The dirty liquid fills your lungs when your mouth opens to gasp for air that doesn’t exist.
As your eyes closed, you thought of Wanda and how your time with her was too short. You wanted to show her how much you love her for a longer time if it was possible. You wanted to touch her more, to show how much you care, to see her smile one more time.
And then you saw her crying, you saw the time she was cradling Pietro’s body. Crying as she made that mistake in Lagos, where she had to kill Vision for the stone and then you saw her, sitting on the dead grass with you in her hand, just staring off in nothingness, her last reason to stay alive, dead in her arms.
You didn’t want to see her suffer more. She doesn’t deserve it.
A bursting feeling of energy filled your body and suddenly you were hurdling out of the water. The thing restricting you disappeared, and you landed in fours safely into an open grassy area.
You cough up the water you inhaled and dropped to the floor. Turning yourself on your back and seeing a large tree in the middle of the lake. Red mist covered it for a second before it disappeared in a blink of an eye.
You didn’t know if you hallucinated it as you tried to get oxygen back into your brain, but it really doesn’t matter because as you look back, you found what you were looking for. The single spider mum glowing around a green field of rounded grass. The only living plant in this forest.
This time, you approach it cautiously. The first time you were careless, it sent electricity across your body, the second, it sent you to a dead forest. You don’t think you can handle another tantrum from your own powers today.
Exhausted, you kneeled in front of it. A small smile on your lips as it reminded you of the first time you saw it, the feeling of it, the warmth of your powers. You closed your eyes, trying to remember what went right then and what went wrong now.
A face flashed in your eyes, it was clear as day to you. Your grief of Natasha’s death was slowly corrupting you and when the dreams started and you were becoming terrified of her, it started to taint your soul.
But now, you tried to channel your love for Wanda as you did with your love for Natasha. If it needs something pure to grow, then Wanda is the purest of them all.
Opening your eyes, you reached for the flower and as your finger touched the single petal, it started to turn purple. You gasped and pulled on your hand, but the decaying won’t stop until it completely turns black.
“No, no, no!” you panicked, your eyes looking all around you to try and see what can help but a scream of pain made its way out of your throat.
Your eyes filled with tears as the pain in your head started to come back much stronger than before. You gasped for air, thorny vines ran their course around your body and wrapped themselves around your throat, crushing your windpipe. You couldn't speak, couldn’t scream for help, couldn’t think.
You held your throat and looked up, blood poured from your eyes, nose, mouth, and ears.
Your hand slowly fell to your sides, a familiar voice rang in your head, and everything turned dark once more.
Welcome to the dark side, моя любовь.
. . .
Wanda woke up with a start, her hand immediately going to her chest as she heaved in the air. Her naked body coated in a thin coat of sweat, she felt like she ran a marathon with how exhausted she felt. Her pores are raised in a way that makes her feel something is wrong.
She looked at your side of the bed and panicked when she didn’t see you. Taking the blanket with her, she picked up some of her clothes on the floor and hurried out of the room looking for you. She called and called but didn’t hear any response.
When she saw the door slightly ajar, she hurried out of the house and followed your trail of dead grass. Her heart pounded in her chest, her pupils blown and unblinking, she couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness. She wanted to believe you’re okay, but the creepy feeling of the forest made her run to you.
She memorized the path to the boulder you always meditate on by heart, but she stopped in her tracks, her steps faltered, and she felt like her heart dropped to the floor.
A large area of the forest…dead and in the middle is you, kneeling on the boulder with your head looking up. You were wet with dirty mud from head to toe, your hair slick of oil that slowly dripped on the boulder. Thorny vines pushed on your skin and breaking them held you in place.
But what horrified Wanda the most is the blank look in your eyes and the slow tilt of your head as you looked at her with an expression that made Wanda’s body grow cold.
“What…happened to you..” Wanda’s voice trembled as she approached you.
You shrugged, your eyes watered as you looked around. “I don’t…” you sighed. “...what happened…to me.” You laughed darkly. “What really…happened…to me?” You shook your head as you turned to look at Wanda. “You really don’t know?”
Wanda swallowed as she slowly walked closer to you. “Y/n…I think you had another nightmare.”
You start to stand, the vines creak under every movement, piercing your skin and drawing blood but it feels like your body went numb at some point. You can’t even feel it trying to constrict your body to hold you down
“Did I? Cause…you would know about those… wouldn’t you?” You shrugged. “You started off with that. Giving them their worst fears.”
“I think we should go inside, detka. It’s cold and-”
“Stop it.” You looked up at her. “I…felt…everything, Wanda.” You looked down at yourself. “Look at me!” You looked up at her again as you shook your head. “It was all in my mind but I-” you sobbed. “I felt everything! I lived all of it! And I didn’t…I didn’t understand what was going on with me, I didn’t understand why I was feeling so…tired, so…terrified. And look at me!”
“Y/n…I need you to calm down. I can help you.” Wanda whispered softly.
“Help me?! You’re the one who's ruining me! It was your voice in my head!”
Wanda suddenly felt something hit her from behind, making her fall to the floor, she turned as she groaned and noticed there were roots behind her, she breathed heavily, turning back to look at you and noticed a black glow around your hands. Wanda furrowed her brows.
“What did you do?” Wanda whispered softly.
Things might have gotten a bit out of hand.
“You know, don’t you, Wanda? What’s happening to me. You know it. You’ve been lying to me this whole time!” You raised your hand and roots appeared under Wanda, but she teletransported behind you, her eyes now glowing red.
“Stop this, Y/n. This is not you.”
You laughed darkly. “It is now,”
More roots surrounded Wanda, she didn’t want to fight you, that was clear, but if she had to, she would do it. If only to save you…
Wanda groaned as she twisted her wrist and her Scarlet Witch self-appeared, her eyes turning red as a red glow surrounded her. You stopped for a moment, and you felt anger washing over your body.
“It’s you- you have been doing this!” You screamed out of anger and more roots surrounded both of you, the grass now turned completely black, the whole atmosphere was pure darkness. Wanda tried to attack back, each time, the roots grew bigger and thicker.
“All of this…” the roots kept breaking and more appeared as a black glow surrounded your whole body. “…I did all of this for you! You deserved better! And now you want to go against me?!” Wanda knelt on the floor and all the roots suddenly disappeared.
You breathed heavily as you looked at her. “You…did this for you. You ruined me.”
Wanda looked up at you and tilted her head. “Did I? Because all I see is you growing with your power.”
“You think this is growing?! You filled me with darkness!”
“I wanted to protect you from everyone else!”
“You wanted me to be part of your fucking image! You wanted to control me!” You twisted your wrist and roots appeared around you. “You told me you would protect me. I thought- I thought you loved me.” You shook your head. “You are selfish, Wanda Maximoff. You’re cruel. All of this as you say- you do it for yourself.”
Wanda stood up as she walked over to you. “You wouldn’t understand. You could never understand. I love you, and this is why I’m doing what I’m doing.”
“So turning Natasha against me is the way?” You raised your brow as you tilted your head. “Hurting me…is it your way?”
Wanda stopped and her eyes went back to normal. “I thought-“ A moment of weakness. Suddenly roots appeared around Wanda, forming a trap. Her legs tightly wrapped together until her thighs, making Wanda kneel down, her arms to her side, she tried to tug it free, but it only tightened its grip on her, the thorns piercing her skin and blood seeped out of its crevices.
You stopped when you suddenly noticed what you had done, now having Wanda powerless. You smirked as you walked slowly to her
“You thought I had forgotten her, didn’t you? You thought…you had done it. But all I’ve done for the past months…it’s something you created in me. It’s something you have controlled.” You shook your head. “My heart hurts to see you like this” your head tilted to the side with a look of pity, but it didn’t reach your eyes “But I don’t even know if it’s real, I don’t even know if I truly love you.”
Wanda shook her head. “You do. You love me. You’re mine.”
“I am not! All you ever did was ruin me,” Your eyes turned back to normal for a moment as you looked down at Wanda. “I don’t know who I am.”
Wanda looked up at you, her eyes back to normal. “You…are Y/n Y/l/n. All I have ever wanted was for you to be safe. I wanted…I wanted you to see that we could be together. That we are meant to be.”
“I was meant to be with Natasha! I deserved her because I was good! Her touch brought me life, it brought me the power to create life!” you sobbed, tears falling from your eyes, but you shook it off, covering it with a laugh “Why would you hurt me? You promised you wouldn’t do it. I trusted you. I believed you.” Your hand turned into a fist and the dark glow appeared around you again “Look around you, Wanda! Everything is dead because of me!”
Wanda flicked her wrist and the vine loosen a bit, she dared to grab your hand, tightening her grip on you as you tried to push her. “I’m so sorry! I could never hurt you intentionally. I am still me. I just…I need help, y/n/n.” She sobbed.
“And why would you involve me in this?! I’m hurting, Wanda! I was just trying to grieve like you were and now— I’m- I don’t know who I am anymore!” You sobbed as you looked away. “I can’t-”
“They never accepted us, y/n. Don’t you understand it?” Wanda laughed. “They never trusted us.”
“Natasha did.”
“Natasha-” Wanda felt wrong to even say the name. She took a deep breath. “She never really fully trusted us. At least not in me.”
“You’re wrong.” You looked back at Wanda, feeling anger filling your body again. “Natasha did nothing but care for us.”
“She took you away from me.” Wanda looked at you with tears in her eyes. “She to-” she sobbed. “-she took you away from me. It was you and me.”
You furrowed your brows. “What are you talking about?”
Wanda chuckled darkly. “Don’t tell me you forgot. I liked you since the beginning. And you liked me back. I know you did, you showed it- and then Natasha came in between us. Three words from her and you’re gone!” Wanda looked down. “You left me.”
“I didn- Wanda, I-”
Wanda flickered her wrist and her eyes turned red, your mind suddenly filling you with memories; you remembered the first time you and Wanda fought alongside, everyone around you was scared, even if all you had tried was to help them. It had been Wanda’s first mission after Pietro’s death. They yelled horrible words to you both, and no one did anything to stop them. After all, you had done for them, after saving them…
Only Wanda held your hand, she was the only one who saw you cry. The mission was successful, the people are safe but you…you were too pure to be in the middle of it and yet they blamed you…for everything. Even the mistakes they did.
You let all the anger leave your body as you stared down at her. She was…the same Wanda you knew. She was the broken girl you saw after Ultron, the broken girl who always felt lonely and only needed someone to be there.
“Wanda…”
“I need you, y/n. I need you. I can’t do this without you. I need to get rid of this.” Wanda sobbed as she tried to push you down to kneel in front of her. The only thing between the two of you was the trap.
“But you hurt me too.” You felt tears in your eyes as you let your fingers wrap around Wanda’s hand.
“She told me to. She made me do it.” Wanda looked down. “I never meant to hurt you. I- I love you too much to see you hurting. I tried to help.”
You looked away from her as you sobbed. “I know, Wan.”
Wanda looked back up as she offered a weak smile. “You do?”
You nodded as you finally knelt down in front of her, you placed your hand against her cheek, and you offered a sad smile. “We can defeat this. Together. We can go back to being ourselves and we-“ you offered a small smile. “-we can stay together. Because I can’t be without you.”
Wanda smiled. “Good…because you…” she placed her hand on your cheek as tears rolled down your cheeks. “You’ll always be mine.”
“I am.” You nodded.
“I’m sorry.” Wanda pressed her hand against your forehead, and you gasped, your eyes turning black for a moment as red dust appeared around you. “I need to do this. I can’t risk you leaving me. You’re mine forever.”
Finally, you understood.
You fell back and you screamed as your hands wrapped around your head, the pain was too much to handle, and you were confused as to what was happening. Your memories were all over the place, you were confused, you tried to fight it, you tried to fight whatever Wanda or Scarlet Witch had done to you, but slowly every memory was being replaced. Slowly, the avengers were forgotten, all your interactions with them, the good moments were gone.
Your memories with Natasha…they were fully gone. There was only one person who understood you and had always loved you; Wanda. Slowly your mind settled back to normal, and your eyes returned to their normal color, looking around confused as to what had happened. Not only had she taken most of your memories, but she had erased what had happened between you two and only kept the good moments.
You looked back at Wanda and your heart stopped as you noticed her crying. “Wanda!” You got the roots to go back to the ground and the trap was gone, Wanda’s clothes had changed back, and she was on the floor sobbing. “Did I- oh god-” she looked up at you with tears in her eyes.
“Please…don’t leave me.”
You knelt down in front of her and pulled her to your lap, wrapping your arms tightly around her. “I could never leave you, Wanda. It’s you and me, always will be that way.”
Wanda wrapped her arms around you as you buried your head on her neck. She smirked as she nodded. “Always will be that way.” She whispered softly.
. . .
As the sun disappears, the moon rises, and the stars start to form, giving light to the dark blue sky. You stare at them comfortably even if your face shows no sign of any emotion on it.
Wanda watches you for a moment before she drops the body she’s holding to the ground, Clint’s protégé that doesn’t know when to shut up, a shame too since Wanda wanted to let her live but she doesn’t appreciate the moral lesson from someone who hasn’t suffered much in life.
She slowly approached you, admiring your figure as you sat on top of pile-up bodies. You wanted to get closer to the sky it seems, Wanda finds it adorable. She’s so glad she took her time picking your memories. She doesn’t even need Scarlet Witch’s voice now to tell her what she needs to do.
“моя любовь, don’t sit on Clint’s body. You’ll get blood on your clothes” she said, her hand stretched towards you, but you ignored it. A single flick of your wrist and a dark, almost rotting tree branch pierced the bodies below you, pushing you up gently. You stepped closer to Wanda with a dangerous glint in your eyes.
Your delicate fingers wrapped around her jaw, your nails slightly digging on her cheeks “How dare you tell me what to do.” You asked, your voice husked and lethal.
Wanda merely smirked and pulled you closer by the waist “Oh my y/n…” she cooed “You’re right, I apologize.” Your hand lowered to your side and hers caressed your cheek, her thumb wiping the blood that dried on it “Red definitely looks good on you” She whispered in your ear before pulling away enough to press a searing hot kiss on your mouth, biting your lower lip hard to draw blood and pulling away to admire it as it drips on your chin. “Especially when I painted it.”
Well then...just when I thought p2 couldn't fuck us up even more... ijust have no fucking words for this like this is a masterpiece and how everything happened.
Im confused tho. So, because of wanda manipulating that yn should be scared of nat it blocked her powers? Like the goodness and now she can only have the bad and corruption from wanda? Could you explain it in depth to me since I'm still confused about it, especially since wanda didn't know either and they spoke about it a lot during that talk. And I don't understand how at the end she was happy and lively but now yn is...that lol
The part before the fade to black smut (;_;) with Wanda and the blood Hollllyyyy fuckkkkk. I hate blood and such but..okay that was hot, top Wanda supremacy (and she still is at the ending she must be lol)
And that ending...I read a comment about bodies was expecting Westview but....I just......
My sweet kate!?!?!??!?!
I swear to fuck i wondered if you were going to do yelena since her connection to nat..I just have no fucking words. So they were.killed to make sure yn never remember again or what!?!?!. I have so many questions lol
This was seriously a fucking masterpiece. You two really outdid yourselves, bravo
I saw this so fucking late, goodness...so many things happened already and I most likely forgot half of what happened here lmao but for your question
Y/n could no longer use her powers because it is heavily aligned to being pure (since plants are considered pure) and plus, she was able to expand/strengthen her powers because of Nat and using it only makes her feel pain since it's what's being implanted in her mind
Y/n's powers then became akin to something dark, dead, poisonous and thorny vines because her powers adapted to her mentality
I think that's pretty much all of that lol
And for Clint and Kate, yes, it's so she can't remember and in this part I don't think Wanda knows Yelena's existence yet? Or maybe she's the next target. But also, this is Wanda's "revenge" for her brothers' death, atleast that's what her twisted version of it. Kate just happened to be there
Series Summary: Wednesday has been careful to keep what you two have behind closed doors and far away from labels; but when someone starts to take it — take you — away from her, she realizes how much she cares.
A/N: Not much to say here, just that I hope you like this part and let me know your thoughts. <3
Masterlist | Read ch 1 here
It was an awful day outside.
The sky was all baby blue and the sun was shining warmly over the lake's water. Wednesday could see everyone running around all the way from the round window of her dorm.
She liked to keep as far away from the commotion as possible on days like these. But Enid had other plans when she dragged her roommate outside, going on about how sad it was to be cooped up inside on a day like this.
Though Wednesday was quickly ditched when Ajax came into the picture, and that's when she spotted you.
It was genuinely, annoyingly, one of the most beautiful sights Wednesday had ever witnessed. You were leaning back on your elbows under a huge tree, lips moving softly into words she couldn't know; your skin was mostly hidden from sunlight, but a few rays still managed to catch your hair, painting the strands into a golden glow as the glistening of the lake's water in front of you framed your profile. It almost got Wednesday enjoying the bright and warm weather for a second, but the rest of the world came back into focus when her gaze settled on the girl beside you.
Why did it look so intimate? Why was Yoko touching you with such grace? Why did you let her?
Wednesday had always been observant, noticing details to a minimum to find weaknesses and points of advantage, so of course, she noted how your sunglasses matched the ones the vampire was wearing. Wednesday caught her mind wandering as to how it happened; were you in her dorm room when you took them? Did Yoko put them on you, her hands touching the apples of your cheeks as she did so?
She kept her distance to keep her heart safe, so why does it hurt so much to be this far away now? Why is it so awful to see you with someone else, so happy and lively? Why does Wednesday feel like you're being stolen from her, when you're not even hers, to begin with?
There were so many goddamn questions flooding Wednesday's mind and making her feel less and less in control. It got her clenching her fists, breath coming out shallow as she nagged on her bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood brushed her tongue.
Goody warned that she was destined to be alone, so maybe she shouldn't be surprised if one day someone else gets to keep you. Doesn't mean she needs to like it, or go down without a fight.
With each step Wednesday took towards you, the more she hated herself, because it felt childish and naive, maybe even futile. But deep inside her little black heart, she also knew she would never stop torturing herself about it if she just turned away.
So she played her cards, and now that you were walking side by side with her — your shoulder bumping into hers because the concept of personal space changed when it was just you and her — Wednesday's lips parted with a long sigh she'd been holding since laying eyes on you on that picnic blanket.
Dead leaves and branches snapped under her boots, the bee keeper's shed slowly coming into view amidst the dense trees. She glanced at you, blinking slowly as her features softened for you, for you, for you always.
"What did you need me for?" You eventually asked, all innocent curiosity and flushed cheeks from the sun.
"Eugene wanted you to check on the new hive." Wednesday lied easily.
"Are the bees okay? Did something happen?" The look in your eyes mimicked the urgency of your tone.
Wednesday rolled her eyes, though the action held more adoration than anything else. "That's the whole point of checking in on them, is it not?"
The old wooden door of the shed creaked as she opened it for you and let it close again once you were both inside; it was a little darker, stripes of sunlight coming in through the cracks and holes in the walls, illuminating the organized mess of the shed.
"Touche," you mumbled, making a beeline for the new bees that were still settling in. You and Eugene liked to keep them inside for a while before relocating them to their definitive hive outside, especially when a new Queen is added.
You could feel the weight of Wednesday's gaze on your back the whole time as you checked the little ones with a faint smile, and when nothing out of the ordinary was noticed, you started to wonder — to hope — that maybe this didn't have anything to do with the bees at all.
There was shuffling behind you, steps coming closer to you yet slow and hesitant in their movement. You would have known it was Wednesday even if she wasn't the one who brought you here. From this close, the feeling of her was unmistakable; it was almost like your soul already knew the shape of hers.
You felt a touch, a barely there graze of fingertips on your elbow. You knew that it was Wednesday's silent plea for you to focus on her. Solemnly.
Oh.
You turned around, twisting on your heels and almost forgetting how to breathe, she indeed came closer, you noted.
You didn't want to look desperate — Wednesday was closer, her perfume numbing all your other senses; there was a lock of her hair slightly caught on her lips, the freckles over her nose and cheeks much more apparent — though it took everything on you to not cup her cheeks and pull her closer still.
A beat passed with you wondering whether she'd ever feel the same — with you not knowing she was already in just as deep, if not deeper, than you — watching how the slivers of light reflected off of her dark irises, how her eyebrows relaxed and her lips quirked in the faintest of smiles. With time you came to know her mannerisms, the little telltale of emotions on her that you adored, that you could spend hours admiring. This was new.
"You're so pretty," the words came out in a breath before you could hold onto them.
They got Wednesday blinking multiple times, as if a dandelion had been blown in front of her, its petals grazing her cheeks, leaving testimonies of affection and delicacy.
You wondered if she liked the feeling, or if it got her nauseous and annoyed.
Wednesday breathed in deeply, her tongue running over her bottom lip in motion that you followed. She wasn't looking at you as she said; "I remember the last time we were alone here," she spoke carefully, at the same time that her thumb curled around the belt loop of your shorts.
From her avoidance to look into your eyes to the way she insisted on touching you, it was somehow foreign territory. From all the other times you've sneaked away with Wednesday, this is easily the most intimate.
"I like that memory." Wednesday finished, tone dripping with something sweet, akin to honey but better.
Before you could even think, your fingertips were already tracing the outline of her jaw, like a satellite following the pull of gravity. You'd never heard her say anything that resembled attachment, let alone this. Part of you wanted to ask what triggered it, or where was the punchline.
Wednesday kissed you first; lips tender against yours as her nose nudged your cheek. Her urge got you stumbling backward until your back hit the shelf behind you.
You forgot any and all types of rational thinking.
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"No," you grumbled, closing the bottle of nail polish, "no, stop fucking complaining, you're the one who asked me to do this."
You were laying on your belly on top of Wednesday's bed, her plush, comfy black comforter wrinkling slightly with the way Thing was gesturing erratically in front of you.
"And, I made it pretty clear I wasn't the best at it," you raised an eyebrow at him. Just because it was a little smudged on the sides doesn't mean he has to make a big deal out of it. The dark purple does look nice with his skin.
"Wednesday, tell him how it looks nice."
The raven-haired girl carefully picked up a filled page off of her typewriter and laid it down on the pile by her side. She spared a half-second glance towards you and Thing before inserting a new page to resume the noisy typing of her novel. "It looks dreadful."
You groaned exasperatedly, burying your head under the covers.
"I love it." Wednesday finished.
"Well there you have it," you hummed, clumsily getting up from her bed, "at least someone likes it."
Thing relented, signaling to you that it wasn't that bad.
It got you chuckling, for only a hand, he was quite something. With your palm over your chest, you mouthed a thank you to him before turning to Wednesday.
She was focused on her writing; her eyebrows just a tad furrowed, eyes sharp over the ink that was set on paper, her lips pulled thin as her fingertips skillfully pressed over the letters. Selfishly, you wanted to pull out your phone and take a picture, stash away this memory just for you. She probably wouldn't like that though, and as your mother used to tell you; memories exist outside of time. You could be back here and now anytime you wanted.
Some might think that Wednesday's side of the room is morbid and dead compared to the burst of colors that is Enid's side. You saw it differently; her hoodie was thrown over the bed, from earlier when she came in; there is a potted cactus sitting on the bedside table, beside the big round window, you gave it to her a few weeks ago and it still a vivid green; her cello rests beside her wardrobe, its case half open from when she practiced last night; the bin from under her desk is almost overflowing with balls of paper, signs of a dead end on her novel that she, apparently, has just found a way around.
If you look closely enough, Wednesday's side of the room is just as full of life as Enid's is. Each corner has a little bit of her, of her personality for you to discover. And just recently you've been allowed to. Honestly, it's still a little overwhelming.
You've been in her room before, countless times because of Enid, but never because Wednesday had invited you. It caught you by surprise when she — in her own nonchalant and cryptic way — asked you to come back with her a few days ago. A part of you always thought she would never want to entangle your personal lives more than they already were, so it did catch you a bit off guard when she yanked you from Yoko's side in the hallway and just… didn't let go.
Every day since, you've been spending more time by her side. None of you had quite addressed why yet.
You slowly walked to Wednesday's side, with every three clicks of the typewriter you took one step. Your gaze shifted from her to the recently written pile of pages on the desk.
Wednesday's fingers hovered over the buttons when she noticed you looking. She strived to keep her face impassive even when her breathing felt stuck to her throat.
Shit. She thought to herself, did you have to come snooping right when that page is on the top?
"Is there a new character in your novel?" You asked, lightly tracing your fingertips over the black ink, mainly over the lines in which Viper was described holding the hands of an unnamed girl.
Wednesday got up in a quick motion, her chair harshly scrapping the dark wood floor as she stepped in front of you, blocking your view of her story. "No, I… She's not important." She explained, looking at you through her eyebrows in an almost daring way.
You were about to open your mouth to inquire more, but three knocks on the door stopped you.
Both you and Wednesday looked towards it. She took a step away from you, her back bumping the desk and causing a few pencils to roll over, as if just realizing how close you two were — as if you'd never been much closer than that.
Wednesday cleared her throat, taking swift steps to the door and pulling it open only to reveal Yoko on the other side, round sunglasses resting above her nose and a cheeky grin on her dark-painted lips.
"What do you want?" Wednesday all but growled, her knuckles going white around the door handle.
"I'm here for that one," Yoko gestured towards you, before tilting her head so her eyes could properly find yours, "due date is next week Y/N, last I checked we're still a pair, come on lovergirl."
The nickname held no bad intentions other than to tease you for suddenly being glued to Wednesday's side. But if looks could kill, Wednesday would have Yoko six feet under already.
Begrudgingly, you picked up your backpack, giving Thing a fist bump before walking to the door.
You stopped by Wednesday, naturally reaching out to touch the back of her hand with yours. Her skin was all silk-like smooth as you hooked your pointer finger with hers.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" You asked only for her to hear.
Pathetically, Wednesday dreaded the thought of you leaving with someone else. She only nodded, giving your finger a barely-there squeeze before you walked away.
And when Yoko put an arm around your shoulders, she almost knocked the whole building out of place with the way she slammed her door.
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The smell of coffee and freshly baked goods was ever-present in Weathervane, the place held this warmth to it, all cinnamon and brown sugar. Maybe that's why it was your favorite place in town.
You and Yoko sat by one of the booths beside the big glass windows, watching the people walk by on the sidewalk as a light drizzle painted the streets a darker color.
Your spoon clicked against your mug every time you mixed up your cappuccino. There was a small frown on your eyebrows, your back hitting the plush fabric of your seat; "yeah but like, why?"
Yoko let go of the straw in her drink with a pop, she shrugged, "not sure."
"So someone just told you oh by the way if you eat anything with garlic you might just end up in the hospital, and you just went with it no questions asked?" You tilted your head to the side as a puppy would, a faint smile coming to your lips.
"I mean," the vampire leaned back, strands of her straight hair going over her sunglasses, "back then I didn't give much of a shit, and since then it has happened to me enough times that I know it's true so, no I never asked about the whys."
A waiter passed by you holding a recently baked pie, the warm smell of apples invading your nostrils. You briefly considered ordering a slice. "I'd be curious about the whys." You mumbled, your lips grazing the edge of your mug before you took a sip.
Yoko smirked, her fangs prodding at her lower lip, "look it up then."
"We have, there's nothing."
"That's because it's something we know since the dark ages."
You hummed, "talk about blind trust."
Placing your mug on the table, you lazily turned your head to the side to look out into the street, only to be met with the piercing eyes of Wednesday staring right into your soul from the other side of the glass window.
Your hand bumped into your mug with the way you jumped in your seat, spilling a bit of your drink, "shit," you cursed under your breath, hearing the pounding of your heart in your ears.
"Don't scare me like that," you exclaimed to Wednesday, motioning wildly to the cappuccino stain on the table.
All the raven-haired girl did was raise an unimpressed eyebrow at you, probably not understanding a word of what you were saying.
"You two, I swear to god…" Yoko giggled, watching you amusedly.
"Don't." You pointed a finger at her.
From the sidewalk, Wednesday visibly huffed before turning around to carefully make her way inside.
"Yeah, I'm gonna take that as my cue to go to the bathroom, because she," Yoko told you, finishing her drink before gesturing behind her to where the bell above the door dinged as Wednesday came in, "looks like a damn storm cloud."
"Yeah very funny," you whispered back, to which you only received a salute from Yoko as a response as she walked away.
Wednesday made her way around the tables and to you, her arms straight by her side and face impassive. Her eyes never left you, she choose to sit beside you on the booth instead of in front of you, her shoulder brushing yours as her hands rested neatly on her lap.
"Hey you," you smiled something shy, feeling the familiar way your cheeks warmed up and your stomach filled with butterflies for having her this close. "I'm happy you're-"
"I couldn't find you at school," Wednesday stated before you could finish, her gaze sneaking from your eyes to your lips.
Your hands became slick with perspiration, words tangled at the tip of your tongue. She was looking for you, came all this way for you. Maybe it shouldn't have made you as happy as it did.
"You were looking for me?" You dared ask, tone filled with tender hope and something else, all warm and sweet, a feeling you've been trying to keep at bay since she first kissed you.
Wednesday gulped, her jaw tensing as she averted her gaze with a slow blink. One of your hands was resting on top of the table, fidgeting with the edge of a napkin; was it too bad that she felt like holding it?
"I uh- I'm sorry I didn't say anything," you said when she didn't answer, "Yoko wanted to go out for a bite and asked me to tag along."
There was an instant coldness to you when Wednesday shifted on her seat, separating her shoulder from yours, "she asked you out?"
"I mean, yeah but-"
"And you said yes?"
Your lips hung open for a beat where you simply looked at Wednesday; her dark eyes shining under the orange lights, droplets of rain still clinging to her black hair, and for the first time, no walls up around her heart. But maybe it was your fault that it was not for the right reasons.
Wednesday breathed through her nose, it sounded much like a sniff and she hated it; "don't let me spoil your date." She got up so fast that she was halfway to the door when you scrambled to go after her.
"Wait, Wednesday wait," you called, jogging to catch up to her and almost knocking over a guy who was carrying two big mugs of hot chocolate.
You took hold of her hand without thinking, walking around her to block her path a second before she reached the door handle.
She didn't return the hold you had on her hand and it stung, but you carried on almost desperately; "not a date. This is not a date, you don't have to be jealous or-"
"I don't care." Wednesday yanked her hand away, her words so cold that she almost convinced herself that they were true. "The fact that you could even think I would feel anything remotely close to that for you is ridiculous at best."
It was already a scene, you and Wednesday could feel the not-so-discreet eyes of almost all the customers on you, forks with pieces of pie and mugs with coffee stopped midair as they watched the show.
You involuntary curled in on yourself because of the unwanted attention. Wednesday didn't seem to mind.
"Please can we talk about this somewhere else?" You asked quietly, your sneaker tapping the floor rhythmically.
"There's nothing to talk about." Wednesday simply said, but the words were pushed out forcefully, bitter on her tongue and razor-sharp around her already bleeding heart. They hurt, but at least this was a pain that Wednesday could control.
You took a step closer to her, hands itching to touch her in any way but she took a step away from you.
"We have nothing worth talking about."
With that Wednesday walked around you and into the now pouring rain, leaving behind everything that could've been.
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Summary: Wednesday has been careful to keep what you two have behind closed doors and far away from labels; but when someone starts to take it — take you — away from her, she realizes how much she cares.
Requested by anons: one, two, and three.
A/N: Yes, I combined three requests here, and this story will be a two-parter. It was a bit of a challenge to make these requests and keep Wednesday in character, but I truly hope I'm doing an okay job; let me know. <3
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You're drowning in a sea of lavender.
There's a mix of dust there too, given the forgotten shelves, brooms, and crates of the small storage room, but her perfume still fills your nostrils. It gets you thinking of white and purple orchids under a midnight moon.
Maybe too soft for Wednesday Addams. But what is she now, if not soft?
Her lips, plush and purposeful against yours, leave tiny smudges of burgundy lipstick on the corner of your mouth every time she pulls away to gasp for air. Her hands, cold and precise, keep your body in place; one grasping onto your jacket, the other disappearing beneath it, leaving goosebumps on your hip in its wake. Her bangs brush against your forehead when she tilts her head, so close it gets you shivering.
There's a delicacy to her that shouldn't be there but is anyway. So could she blame you? For associating her with everything beautiful and enchanting in the world?
You bring a hand up to her jaw as you hear the commotion outside, telling you that it's time to go. And you think to yourself; just one more minute.
Wednesday is the first to pull away, slowly as her blown pupils travel down to your reddish lips and back up to your eyes. She gulps, setting her jaw into something sharp as her chin angles up. The fingertips that had been touching your waist let go in a lazy motion.
Her hair is a bit of a mess and it's your fault — the light is dim in the small room, casting an orange glow that makes you squint to see — you make to tuck it behind her ear, but she takes half a step away from you as if abruptly waking up from a dream.
You're familiar with her, honestly, in such a way you never thought you would be. Even before the whole deal with the Hyde attacks and Crackstone, your relationship with Wednesday had a constant push and pull; as the tides do with the shells that rest too close to shore. You didn't know exactly where you stood with her when she said you were nothing but an inconvenience in her mystery, but came running when Thornhill shot you; all wobbly chin and glistening eyes, repeating like a mantra that you weren't allowed to close your eyes — you didn't see her for two months after that, and when the classes came back, it took one more month for her to steal her first kiss with you. That was three weeks ago.
With a careful thumb, Wednesday cleaned the smudged lipstick below her lower lip. Your eyes followed the movement as you stuffed your hands in your pockets. For some reason it got you smiling, faintly so.
"Don't come out right after me." Was all Wednesday told you before reaching for the door handle.
You snapped out of your daze; "but I have to go-" the door slammed as she walked outside, her footsteps mingling with all the others, "to class too." You finished in a lower tone to yourself.
Wednesday walked briskly through Nevermore's hallways, not once looking back while she put as much distance between her and her demise as she could. Being alone — as alone as one could be in a school filled with outcasts — was such a desperation that she only noticed her missing backpack when she was already halfway to class.
She came to a sudden halt, her boots scratching the stone floor and causing a couple of gorgons to almost topple over her, but she didn't move an inch. With a side gaze, Wednesday glanced behind her. There were no familiar faces in the crowd, but she caught herself looking for one.
If her parents could see her now, they wouldn't believe their eyes. Maybe they'd be happy, that she's finally forging relationships. But could it be a good thing? Is the constant twisting and turning of her stomach a good thing? Is it healthy that, most nights as she lays in her bed, she spends the minutes before sleep thinking about it?
What does it mean, that ever since Wednesday came back to this school after saving it, a new character has been introduced in her novel; and with each page that's filled in her typewriter, she gets closer to Viper?
No one got Wednesday feeling the way she did when she was with you. Not even Tyler, and she kissed him; so was it bad that she's been doing the same with you? A big part of her screamed yes, the other, not so much. And those two wolves inside her chest were still fighting.
Wednesday could recall in detail the first time she kissed you; of course, it's not even been a month yet. But she fears that even if it had been years, decades, the memory would still be intact.
She remembers that Eugene had gone away to pick something up, leaving only you and her in the bee shed. You had been rambling about a new small group of bees you recently rescued and how they now needed a new Queen; you just kept talking and talking, until the words became background noise and the fluttering of your lashes seemed almost in slow motion. Wednesday had been inching closer yet neither of you noticed, not until she ended up with one hand behind your neck, her lips doing quick work of shutting you up.
To this day she's not sure why she did it. But there was this force, this annoying pull to you that got her chest hurting if she didn't comply. The pain was almost as forceful as the one she felt with the sight of your abdomen oozing blood from the bullet wound, with the dropping of a single tear when she imagined herself wearing black in your honor.
You got her breaking her own rules, you became her favorite secret and sin, because Wednesday was quick to get addicted to the thrill of it. One kiss turned into two, that turned into three, until behind every closed door she left scorch marks in her own cold heart.
She never put a name to it, and you didn't either. It was never discussed what was happening between you two, and Wednesday liked it this way. What's not set in stone can't come back to hurt her, or break her trust.
There was only one problem though. Little sparks of flame in the moments that got Wednesday's skin filling with goosebumps. It was the way you traced the outline of her lips with your thumb, gentle as if she'd break in your hold; the pulse of her own heart in her ears when her body was glued to yours; the brief look you get in your eyes as soon as she pulls away, as if she hung up the goddamn moon. Those are the things that swing too close to reality, too close to inflicting damage, and got her blood running cold. They remind Wednesday why emotions come with a price, and why she needs to keep her distance.
Ultimately, Wednesday decides that she doesn't need her backpack anyway.
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You get to the anatomy class ten minutes late. The door creaks when you open it, causing everyone to look at you. You grimace, mumbling an apology through pursed lips.
There's a skeleton of a werewolf in a large print over the board, beside it there's a smaller one of a gorgon and then a vampire, and so on. Though anatomy is not your favorite subject, this is one of your favorite classrooms, it has huge windows on one side and most of them have an array of plants enjoying the sunlight that shines there. The teacher — an older, kind woman with a light blue dress — is separating small cutouts of paper in a bowl, mixing them up together, and it reminds you that today will be the draw of subjects for your assignment.
You walk quietly between the tables of your colleagues, carrying your bag over your shoulder and Wednesday's black leather backpack in your hands.
Her dark eyes shift to you when you stop beside her. You smile something shy, dropping her backpack by her feet before you walk over to your table and sit down. Wednesday shows no reaction to it other than the way she follows you with her eyes, but you don't mind, quickly diving into conversation with your partner in class, Yoko.
You and Yoko have been thick as thieves since you came to Nevermore three years ago, she was the first one you befriended; Enid came right after, but Yoko was still the one you partnered with in most classes.
Right now you dug your teeth into your lower lip as you fished for one of the folded papers the teacher had in the bowl, and when you picked up the one that read vampire, you couldn't help but squeal in happiness. It was one of the easiest ones to work with.
Wednesday watched with hawk eyes as you smiled big, your hand grabbing onto Yoko's arm when you showed her the subject of your assignment.
There was a pink pencil being twirled between Wednesday's fingers, her black nails scraping its color each time she huffed angrily. Her jaw was clenched, almost painfully so; because the girl with the round sunglasses shouldn't be leaning this close to you. When Yoko's hand covered your own — her thumb gingerly brushing over your knuckles as her fangs appeared in her smirk — the pencil Wednesday held in her hand snapped in half with a sharp sound.
"Hey!" Enid swatted at Wednesday's shoulder, pouting as she looked down at the now-ruined pink pencil, "that was one of my favorites."
Wednesday let go of it, letting both parts roll on the table; "it's just a piece of wood, Enid," she grumbled.
"Yeah well, it was my piece of wood," Enid's eyebrows had an annoyed crease to them, her lower lip jutted out as she looked at Wednesday, "what's got you grumpier than usual?"
Wednesday let out an indignant scoff, forcing her eyes away from you because each time you touched Yoko, her murderous intent grew, though she wouldn't admit or acknowledge it yet. She was above such trivial feelings — or so she hoped. "I'm not grumpy, Enid," she said pointedly, picking up a paper from the bowl without looking at it, "just felt like breaking something."
Enid's sudden giddy gasp got Wednesday flinching slightly, the folded paper being snatched from her hands before she even fully opened it.
"Oh yes, we got werewolves! That's me." The blonde took hold of Wednesday's shoulder, shaking her slightly, "this is going to be so much fun."
Wednesday huffed sharply, her bangs going side to side because of Enid's excitement. Her gaze shifted to you against her own volition and she was met with you already looking at her; it got her straightening on her seat, her hands fisting the fabric of her skirt. But a hand touched your shoulder, and you turned away promptly.
Your cheeks molded all prettily around your smile, and Wednesday watched as you put a hand in your heart, making a silly show of bowing to Yoko — as best as you could sitting so damn close to her.
It made no sense to Wednesday that her chest felt hollow; that she had the sudden urge to throw the vampire girl in a pool of garlic just so she could take her place beside you. Because lately that's been her new normal, and now that someone seems to be taking it from her, she's realizing how much she actually cares.
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The weekend came sooner than you thought it would. Ever since taking your subject in the anatomy class, you've been spending most of your free time with Yoko, and so far you've written down most of the particularities of a vampire's body — mainly the fangs honestly.
But today was your free free day, which meant going down to the lake, which got pretty busy on days like this; where the sky is basically free of clouds and the warm sun is shining down on the green fields outside the school walls.
The water was glistening brightly, and there was a slight breeze in the wind that got the leaves rustling around you. Basically, everyone was out because of the perfect weather, students were swimming on the lake, reading, practicing archery, or just walking by the shore. You were enjoying a bit of peaceful time — that is, until a splash of water came over you.
You sat up abruptly from your place under the huge willow tree, the picnic blanket wrinkling under you. Cleaning the droplets of water from your sunglasses — Yoko's extra sunglasses actually, that you shamelessly snatched — you shouted; "watch it, Xavier, some people wanna remain dry."
The boy in question had just emerged from his jump, shoulder deep into the lake and squinting at you because of the sunlight in his eyes, "sorry, my bad," he chuckled, swatting away his long hair, now dripping wet.
"I'm telling you, the guy's got a crush on you since your first year."
Your head snapped to Yoko, who lay just beside you. Leaning back on your elbows, you picked at a few loose strands of the red and white blanket beneath you; "Xavier? No, no way."
There was a nest of birds on the branches above you, you could hear the mother calling out to her babies, loud and sharp. You caught a glimpse of her feathers when she flew, white and blue.
Yoko followed your gaze, her eyebrows scrunching as she searched for the bird; "hm yeah, I'm pretty sure."
With a thud, you let yourself fall down flat on the blanket, your head hitting the softness the grass under it provided. "No, come on. Besides, he's not even my type."
That sparked Yoko's attention, she propped herself up on one elbow, turning to you so she could look down at you better. "Who is your type then?" She raised a perfectly styled eyebrow, her dark sunglasses mixing well with the darker lipstick.
You could feel your cheeks automatically heating up. You thought of raven black hair, soft skin that's a little cold under your touch, and eyes so dark you swear you can see galaxies in them.
"Maybe a certain gloomy, cold-hearted Addams?" Yoko suggested with a shit-eating grin before you could answer, gingerly twirling a strand of your hair between her fingers.
You chuckled, one hand coming up to cover your eyes as you bit the inside of your cheek; "stop it, that's not-"
"Not accurate?"
"Not that simple."
Yoko hummed, taking a sip of her cold drink before laying back down, her shoulder brushing yours. "You've been dancing around each other for so long, I wouldn't even be surprised if she got you a valentine's gift."
"She wouldn't," you mumbled.
"You deserve someone who would, though," Yoko told you, turning her head to you, "hope she knows that."
Without meeting her gaze, you tangled your hand with the vampire's, giving a soft squeeze to let her know you agreed.
Yoko groaned playfully, her finger tapping yours; "alright, stop sulking. I catch her looking at you way too often that it's like, impossible it doesn't mean anything."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and Enid keeps asking if there's something between you two already."
The sunlight started to peek through the leaves, you raised a hand to play with its light, faintly hearing Enid's panicked gibberish before Ajax threw her on the lake, his own splash coming right after. You sighed, closing your eyes; "it's… complicated."
Not even ten seconds after you spoke, the sunlight vanished completely as a shadow was cast upon you. You frowned, noticing a smidge of darkness over your eyelids; you opened your eyes to see Wednesday standing right beside you, gazing down at you with a scowl on her features that even got you a bit worried for your safety.
You pushed your sunglasses up and propped yourself on your elbows, looking at her through your lashes; "Wednesday, hey. Everything alright?" As happy as you were to see her, it wasn't common for her to join you all on the lake.
Wednesday's focus changed between you and Yoko carefully, her bangs getting messy with the wind; she looked like a painting, like something worthy of being in a museum. You could easily lose yourself just by looking at her but before it happened, Wednesday blinked, moving her gaze away from you, and said; "I need you for something, let's go," her tone tight.
And with that, she was taking purposeful steps away from you and towards the woods. Your lips hung open for a second, something seemed off.
"Doesn't look complicated to me." Yoko teased with a chuckle.
"Shut up." You grumbled before scrambling to your feet and jogging towards Wednesday, quickly falling into step beside her.
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Summary: Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.
Requested by anons: Here and here.
A/N: I combined two requests in this story, and I hope you guys like it, even if I feel like I deviated from them a bit. I'm not completely happy with how this story turned out, but it is what it is. Also FYI, there are a few descriptions of blood ahead, and flashbacks are in italics.
Masterlist
There was something morbid about the way the deep red color of blood mixed with the polished wood floor. It trickled down Wednesday's chin in steady droplets, splashing beside her boots in what would be an annoying stain to clean.
At least in that, the raven-haired girl could take some solace. Losing to Bianca had that effect, the one that makes you feel all bad kinds of miserable and enraged. Today especially, because it was one of those few times in which Wednesday allowed her feelings to dictate her actions.
If her labored breathing and the white-knuckled grip she had on her blade were anything to go by, she was fuming with rage. If you were here, you'd notice — this is where Wednesday's mind first goes to and she curses herself for it — but others don't, her face was kept impassive as the blade loudly clanked on the floor, as she stomped the ground with purpose, reaching the door of the fencing class quickly otherwise she'd be breaking one of the significant rules of the school. No killing your classmates.
Wednesday thought she heard the teacher calling, something about going to the infirmary; but the door had already slammed shut behind her, muffling his voice, and when he managed to reach it, she was nowhere to be seen.
She didn't really register where she was going. She just kept walking. The cold wind hit her cheeks when she stepped outside, it was comforting, she felt it on the damp and dried blood now stuck to her alabaster skin.
It was by luck, or maybe misfortune, that her path crossed with yours.
Wednesday saw you before you saw her, the pages of a book holding all of your attention as you slowly walked the stone path outside, between the lunch tables and the trees. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, waiting for the inevitable. She could taste the metallic flavor of blood on the corner of her lip, feel the sting of the recent cut and it kept her grounded.
There was something about you, something about the way the few lonely rays of sun on this cloudy day chose to shine upon the bouncing of your hair. You were all delicacy and warmth as you traced the lines on paper. While Wednesday was nothing short of a midnight moon covered by rain clouds.
That girlfriend of yours is too good for you anyways.
Maybe Bianca wasn't too far off.
"Wednesday!"
Your voice clashed with her thoughts, and before she knew it, you were shoving the book into your bag and had your hands reaching out for her.
Wednesday flinched at the sudden closeness, blinking a couple of times. The air is suddenly heavier, the clouds past the school walls are darkening quickly, it'll rain soon.
You gulped and dropped your hands, fingertips grazing the fabric over Wednesday's forearm. "What happened?" The worry in your voice was evident.
Wednesday didn't like the crease in your eyebrows or that she was the cause of it. She shook her head, strands of her hair — messy from the way she had forcefully taken her mask off earlier — getting stuck to her damp cheek, "nothing happened."
"So that just showed up there?" You deadpanned, eyes glued to her fresh wound, to the dark tone of the skin under her eyes.
"Nothing that requires you to fuss over me." Wednesday set her jaw, very much aware of you sneaking your fingers between hers. She'd never admit to liking it, but deep down she knew she didn't have to. You knew it already, you knew your way around her and it took having it, for Wednesday to understand how much she'd been wanting someone who took the time to understand her.
"I care about you," you spoke softly, somehow looking at her even softer. Raising your free hand, you pushed away the wisps of hair that had been caught in the drying blood. Your touch was all tender, as if she was fragile porcelain. Which was the furthest from the truth. Yet you did it anyway, following the same rhythm your bleeding heart set, pulsing with each beat for her. "There's a difference." You finished, and pulled her along with you.
The door to the infirmary appeared and you walked past it with no second glances, leading Wednesday to your room instead. Her hand gripped yours tighter after that.
You opened your dorm door for her and asked that she sat on your bed. She complied silently while you disappeared into the bathroom, the dark wood creaking under your steps.
Wednesday didn't say anything when you returned with a few damp gauzes and a bandaid. Or when you sat beside her, looking at her in a silent question before holding her jaw with one hand and cleaning the blood with the other; the white cloth became red, and then pink and then it didn't change at all as you cleaned every last bit from her skin, careful to not cause her any pain, eyebrows furrowed as you ever so slowly brushed her cheek.
The antiseptic stung bitterly, yet Wednesday couldn't look away from you even if she wanted to. Subconsciously, as if you were tugging at her heartstrings, she leaned into your touch, her lower lip met your palm when she relaxed. No one had the power to strip her down from her defenses as you did. It scared her, but she was addicted to the thrill of it.
You placed the purple bandaid right over the nasty cut on her cheek, and only then you asked again; "will you tell me what happened?"
Her dark eyes regarded you with caution before she averted her gaze, pulling her cheek away from your touch as it flushed pink. "Fencing class."
"Bianca?"
"She talks too much."
A beat passed in silence, the only sound being the howling wind outside your window preceding the storm. Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.
You picked up on it a few nights ago;
"Y/N if you don't turn that down I'll kick you out." Wednesday grumbled, before turning her attention back to her noisy typewriter.
You shared a glance with Enid — who sat beside you on her bed, biting her lip to contain a smile — promptly turning down the volume on your phone.
The night was a cold one, the glow of the half moon shining right outside the big round window cast bursts of color on Enid's side of the room and a soft white light on Wednesday's.
Time went by with you and Enid sharing a few laughs and Wednesday complaining about how you disturbed her peace. However, when Enid ended up sleeping on your shoulder and you squeezed yourself out of her bed to walk back to your dorm, Wednesday got up as well.
She quietly walked to her dark wooded wardrobe, opening its creaking doors to look for something inside. You followed, stopping right beside her to kiss her goodnight.
Wednesday paid you no mind, which made you frown. No matter what, there wasn't a day that came to its end without her lips settled on yours.
You reached out a hand to tug at her hoodie, but before you could, she was throwing a change of comfortable clothes into your face.
You messed up your hair as you pulled the fabric away to look at her. There was this glint in Wednesday's eyes, if you looked closely, you could see the shape of the moon on her irises. She pursed her lips in an almost smile, glancing at the clothes in your arms and then at you again.
Words weren't needed for you to understand, and your heart just about melted.
A few minutes after you exited the bathroom, now dressed comfortably in all black, you joined Wednesday in her bed. It was a tight fit and caused her body to be flush with yours — but you figured she didn't mind it much when she started playing with your hand under the covers.
Next morning you received just about twenty different pictures from Enid, most of them featuring you and Wednesday sleeping soundly, her head partly resting on your shoulder — though the last ones were all shaky, with a furious raven-haired girl reaching for the phone.
And today it's pretty evident that she's on edge, her eyebrows and lips hold a faint, permanent frown; her pupils are blown, yet miles away, as if she's here but her mind is trapped somewhere else.
"yeah, sometimes she does." There's more you want to say and Wednesday could sense it. You nagged on your lower lip as you gained the courage to do so. Her eyes followed the movement.
"Can I do something for you?"
Wednesday's eyes narrowed, her eyebrow twitched as if she was trying to solve a riddle. If you asked instead of just doing it, it was something you weren't sure she'd like. But you'd never given her a reason not to trust you.
She simply nodded, both hands resting on her lap, black nails tapping one another. Her eyes followed you as you moved to sit right behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off of you. When she couldn't see you anymore, she searched for something else to focus on, more specifically the grey clouds behind the tiny crack in your window.
When the tip of your fingers touched the end of one of her braids, Wednesday went as stiff as a corpse. She felt it, your touch barely there at first; careful, soft, as though testing tentative waters. Only when she melted the slightest bit toward you, that you started gently undoing the waves on her hair, strand by strand.
There was a lump on Wednesday's throat that she almost couldn't breathe over, goosebumps filled her skin at the same time her body felt too hot to the touch.
Her hair slowly fell in waves, a sea of dark over her shoulders and back as your fingers ran through it, untangling what was left of her braids. It was intimate, almost overwhelmingly so. Wednesday wasn't sure what you were getting at, but it felt a lot like a promise.
Once you were satisfied, you brushed aside her hair to lay your lips on her shoulder. Slowly as your top lip grazed the fabric of her jacket, you kissed her there.
Wednesday felt faint with the way you loved her. The splashes of rain hitting your window got blurred in her sight; she realized you just said to her those three words everyone cares so much about. And now she understands the weight of them.
Wednesday couldn't help but reach for your hand — the one that was gingerly playing with the ends of her curls — cold fingers wrapping around yours as she brought your knuckles to her own lips.
She said them back in the only way she knew how. And when your thumb traced the lines on her palm, she knew you understood.
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You make Wednesday feel something she never felt before; jealousy. And maybe a bit of something else too.
Deep devotion
Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.
Summary: Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.
Requested by anons: Here and here.
A/N: I combined two requests in this story, and I hope you guys like it, even if I feel like I deviated from them a bit. I'm not completely happy with how this story turned out, but it is what it is. Also FYI, there are a few descriptions of blood ahead, and flashbacks are in italics.
Masterlist
There was something morbid about the way the deep red color of blood mixed with the polished wood floor. It trickled down Wednesday's chin in steady droplets, splashing beside her boots in what would be an annoying stain to clean.
At least in that, the raven-haired girl could take some solace. Losing to Bianca had that effect, the one that makes you feel all bad kinds of miserable and enraged. Today especially, because it was one of those few times in which Wednesday allowed her feelings to dictate her actions.
If her labored breathing and the white-knuckled grip she had on her blade were anything to go by, she was fuming with rage. If you were here, you'd notice — this is where Wednesday's mind first goes to and she curses herself for it — but others don't, her face was kept impassive as the blade loudly clanked on the floor, as she stomped the ground with purpose, reaching the door of the fencing class quickly otherwise she'd be breaking one of the significant rules of the school. No killing your classmates.
Wednesday thought she heard the teacher calling, something about going to the infirmary; but the door had already slammed shut behind her, muffling his voice, and when he managed to reach it, she was nowhere to be seen.
She didn't really register where she was going. She just kept walking. The cold wind hit her cheeks when she stepped outside, it was comforting, she felt it on the damp and dried blood now stuck to her alabaster skin.
It was by luck, or maybe misfortune, that her path crossed with yours.
Wednesday saw you before you saw her, the pages of a book holding all of your attention as you slowly walked the stone path outside, between the lunch tables and the trees. Wednesday stopped in her tracks, waiting for the inevitable. She could taste the metallic flavor of blood on the corner of her lip, feel the sting of the recent cut and it kept her grounded.
There was something about you, something about the way the few lonely rays of sun on this cloudy day chose to shine upon the bouncing of your hair. You were all delicacy and warmth as you traced the lines on paper. While Wednesday was nothing short of a midnight moon covered by rain clouds.
That girlfriend of yours is too good for you anyways.
Maybe Bianca wasn't too far off.
"Wednesday!"
Your voice clashed with her thoughts, and before she knew it, you were shoving the book into your bag and had your hands reaching out for her.
Wednesday flinched at the sudden closeness, blinking a couple of times. The air is suddenly heavier, the clouds past the school walls are darkening quickly, it'll rain soon.
You gulped and dropped your hands, fingertips grazing the fabric over Wednesday's forearm. "What happened?" The worry in your voice was evident.
Wednesday didn't like the crease in your eyebrows or that she was the cause of it. She shook her head, strands of her hair — messy from the way she had forcefully taken her mask off earlier — getting stuck to her damp cheek, "nothing happened."
"So that just showed up there?" You deadpanned, eyes glued to her fresh wound, to the dark tone of the skin under her eyes.
"Nothing that requires you to fuss over me." Wednesday set her jaw, very much aware of you sneaking your fingers between hers. She'd never admit to liking it, but deep down she knew she didn't have to. You knew it already, you knew your way around her and it took having it, for Wednesday to understand how much she'd been wanting someone who took the time to understand her.
"I care about you," you spoke softly, somehow looking at her even softer. Raising your free hand, you pushed away the wisps of hair that had been caught in the drying blood. Your touch was all tender, as if she was fragile porcelain. Which was the furthest from the truth. Yet you did it anyway, following the same rhythm your bleeding heart set, pulsing with each beat for her. "There's a difference." You finished, and pulled her along with you.
The door to the infirmary appeared and you walked past it with no second glances, leading Wednesday to your room instead. Her hand gripped yours tighter after that.
You opened your dorm door for her and asked that she sat on your bed. She complied silently while you disappeared into the bathroom, the dark wood creaking under your steps.
Wednesday didn't say anything when you returned with a few damp gauzes and a bandaid. Or when you sat beside her, looking at her in a silent question before holding her jaw with one hand and cleaning the blood with the other; the white cloth became red, and then pink and then it didn't change at all as you cleaned every last bit from her skin, careful to not cause her any pain, eyebrows furrowed as you ever so slowly brushed her cheek.
The antiseptic stung bitterly, yet Wednesday couldn't look away from you even if she wanted to. Subconsciously, as if you were tugging at her heartstrings, she leaned into your touch, her lower lip met your palm when she relaxed. No one had the power to strip her down from her defenses as you did. It scared her, but she was addicted to the thrill of it.
You placed the purple bandaid right over the nasty cut on her cheek, and only then you asked again; "will you tell me what happened?"
Her dark eyes regarded you with caution before she averted her gaze, pulling her cheek away from your touch as it flushed pink. "Fencing class."
"Bianca?"
"She talks too much."
A beat passed in silence, the only sound being the howling wind outside your window preceding the storm. Over time you came to realize more and more that sometimes Wednesday wears her words like armor. They become almost futile when you learn she speaks through actions.
You picked up on it a few nights ago;
"Y/N if you don't turn that down I'll kick you out." Wednesday grumbled, before turning her attention back to her noisy typewriter.
You shared a glance with Enid — who sat beside you on her bed, biting her lip to contain a smile — promptly turning down the volume on your phone.
The night was a cold one, the glow of the half moon shining right outside the big round window cast bursts of color on Enid's side of the room and a soft white light on Wednesday's.
Time went by with you and Enid sharing a few laughs and Wednesday complaining about how you disturbed her peace. However, when Enid ended up sleeping on your shoulder and you squeezed yourself out of her bed to walk back to your dorm, Wednesday got up as well.
She quietly walked to her dark wooded wardrobe, opening its creaking doors to look for something inside. You followed, stopping right beside her to kiss her goodnight.
Wednesday paid you no mind, which made you frown. No matter what, there wasn't a day that came to its end without her lips settled on yours.
You reached out a hand to tug at her hoodie, but before you could, she was throwing a change of comfortable clothes into your face.
You messed up your hair as you pulled the fabric away to look at her. There was this glint in Wednesday's eyes, if you looked closely, you could see the shape of the moon on her irises. She pursed her lips in an almost smile, glancing at the clothes in your arms and then at you again.
Words weren't needed for you to understand, and your heart just about melted.
A few minutes after you exited the bathroom, now dressed comfortably in all black, you joined Wednesday in her bed. It was a tight fit and caused her body to be flush with yours — but you figured she didn't mind it much when she started playing with your hand under the covers.
Next morning you received just about twenty different pictures from Enid, most of them featuring you and Wednesday sleeping soundly, her head partly resting on your shoulder — though the last ones were all shaky, with a furious raven-haired girl reaching for the phone.
And today it's pretty evident that she's on edge, her eyebrows and lips hold a faint, permanent frown; her pupils are blown, yet miles away, as if she's here but her mind is trapped somewhere else.
"yeah, sometimes she does." There's more you want to say and Wednesday could sense it. You nagged on your lower lip as you gained the courage to do so. Her eyes followed the movement.
"Can I do something for you?"
Wednesday's eyes narrowed, her eyebrow twitched as if she was trying to solve a riddle. If you asked instead of just doing it, it was something you weren't sure she'd like. But you'd never given her a reason not to trust you.
She simply nodded, both hands resting on her lap, black nails tapping one another. Her eyes followed you as you moved to sit right behind her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off of you. When she couldn't see you anymore, she searched for something else to focus on, more specifically the grey clouds behind the tiny crack in your window.
When the tip of your fingers touched the end of one of her braids, Wednesday went as stiff as a corpse. She felt it, your touch barely there at first; careful, soft, as though testing tentative waters. Only when she melted the slightest bit toward you, that you started gently undoing the waves on her hair, strand by strand.
There was a lump on Wednesday's throat that she almost couldn't breathe over, goosebumps filled her skin at the same time her body felt too hot to the touch.
Her hair slowly fell in waves, a sea of dark over her shoulders and back as your fingers ran through it, untangling what was left of her braids. It was intimate, almost overwhelmingly so. Wednesday wasn't sure what you were getting at, but it felt a lot like a promise.
Once you were satisfied, you brushed aside her hair to lay your lips on her shoulder. Slowly as your top lip grazed the fabric of her jacket, you kissed her there.
Wednesday felt faint with the way you loved her. The splashes of rain hitting your window got blurred in her sight; she realized you just said to her those three words everyone cares so much about. And now she understands the weight of them.
Wednesday couldn't help but reach for your hand — the one that was gingerly playing with the ends of her curls — cold fingers wrapping around yours as she brought your knuckles to her own lips.
She said them back in the only way she knew how. And when your thumb traced the lines on her palm, she knew you understood.
⋆* ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
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Summary: You make Wednesday feel something she never felt before; jealousy. And maybe a bit of something else too.
Requested by anon
A/N: First time writing for her, who stole my heart pretty quickly. I hope this is okay, hope I could somehow capture her personality that's definitely not an easy one. Let me know what you think. Requests for her are open. <3
Masterlist
You felt a little petty, just a little, as you walked amongst the woods to meet Xavier in his secret spot, the one where he stored most of his paintings.
But he's been a good friend of yours ever since before Wednesday came to Nevermore, and if she can spend however long she wants in that coffee shop, why can't you do the same?
You weren't expecting to fall for her, in reality, you couldn't stand her in the beginning. But one doesn't choose one's feelings, and when underneath all that secrecy and nonchalant attitude she does things like; take an extra tray of breakfast for you when you wake up a little late, or help you in class when you forget the particularities of a flower, or even send Thing to your room in the dead of night with a written note for you to meet her the next day for an outing, which was code for sneaking out to investigate, but the gesture is there.
It was safe to say you were a goner. As much as it might be — her words, not yours — a terrible decision.
But lately, Wednesday has been distant. And you were jealous, even if you didn't have the right to be. So over the past week, you've been spending a good amount of time with Xavier. He's been helping you with your drawing skills, the piece you're working on now is almost done, and you're quite proud of it.
The entirety of your day is spent in Xavier's shed, laughing and painting and getting your head off of things. You think you see a dark silhouette spying on you from outside, but when you go looking, it's gone.
It's already late at night when you do go back to your dorm, your roommate is sneaking into her boyfriend's room tonight, so it's just you. You're looking forward to the quiet night.
You open the door to your room with a yawn escaping your lips. Your backpack is thrown somewhere to the side and you don't care much for where it lands, you stretch your muscles, a little sore for being in the same position most of the day. Only then do you take a glance over your room, and in the right corner, sitting by the end of your bed on the floor and mostly covered by the darkness, is Wednesday.
You almost jump out of your skin. With the way your heart is beating under your hand, you swear your soul did leave your body for a second; "holy shit Wednesday, a little warning next time."
Wednesday gets up, taking a single step towards you before deciding against it, her eyes never leave you. "You're distracted today, why?"
"Hello to you too," you grumble, taking off your jacket, "and, how did you even get in here, the door was locked."
There's a ghost of a smirk on her burgundy-painted lips, and it gets you wondering if they'd leave a print on you if you stole a kiss. "You can't expect a simple lock to stop me," Wednesday tells you.
You chuckle, knowing damn well there were few things out there that held any power over her. You just don't know that you happen to be one of them. "no, of course not."
A beat passes where you just look at each other, both waiting on something, wondering whether the other person’s feeling the same way. The air feels heavy around you, almost electrical.
You clear your throat and walk past Wednesday and to your wardrobe to pick up your pajamas, figuring a shower would do you good.
Wednesday has a staring contest with the back of your head as you rummage for clothes, her jaw is set tightly in place and she hates the feeling that's in her stomach right now. "You didn't answer my question," she says, with more bite than usual.
You huff, running a hand through your hair as you turn to her again. You walk up closer, your personal space mingling with hers.
She sucks in a sharp breath when you stop before her, her gaze darting to your lips before settling back on your eyes. It's so fast that you don't notice it.
"What question?" You ask.
Wednesday gulps, twisting her words into what she really wanted to know; "why are you spending so much time with Xavier?" She deadpans, as if she couldn't care less.
Your lips tilt up on the sides, because you know better, but you won't indulge her just yet. "Why are you spending so much time with Tyler?"
"This is childish."
"Indeed."
"His father is the sheriff, and I need information on the attacks," Wednesday raises her brow, "my relationship with him is merely convenient."
You bite the inside of your cheek, nodding softly, "well, Xavier has been my friend for years already, so…" You shrug and walk around her, heading to the bathroom.
"It doesn't look like it."
"Like what?" You turn and ask impatiently, waiting for her to do the same and look at you again.
Wednesday does so slowly, staring at you through her lashes. "Like you two don't want to be more than friends."
There's something complicated about her tone that you can't quite put your finger in. Her eyebrows are a little crooked, her eyes glinting just a little brighter under the moonlight and her hands painfully closed into fists. You realize she's upset.
You soften. For her, this might just be the equivalent of a crying plea. You walk over to where your backpack lays forgotten on the floor and carefully pull out your sketchbook. The cover is black and a little worn as you run your fingers over it, taking a steadying breath.
You sit down on your bed with it and pat the space beside you.
Wednesday regards you with caution, she's lost and not in control, two things she absolutely hates; however, she doesn't feel as uncomfortable when it's with you. She takes calculated steps to your bed and gently sits down beside you, closer than she thinks she should have, but it's too late to back down now.
"Xavier has been giving me a hand with a few of my drawings," you explain, opening your sketchbook on the last page you used, "and uh- this is the one I'm working on."
Wednesday takes the sketchbook from you, holding it tenderly between her fingers as if it could fall apart. Her heart beats erratically against her ribs, for a moment she thinks she can hear it. The feeling is foreign to her.
The drawing is a perfect picture of her, undoubtedly by your eyes, as she sits beside you in class, focused on her notes. It's a sight you're all too familiar with, one that you love. The lines are a little rough still, all black charcoal and dark ink; tracing the lines of her jaw and hair to perfection. It's pretty, probably not a word Wednesday usually would use to describe herself, but it's true now.
"I couldn't see Xavier as more than a friend," you tell her quietly, so as to not break the bubble of intimacy around you, "I'm afraid that spot is already taken."
Wednesday's gaze snaps up to you, and you think that's the most emotion you've ever seen her let on. You wish you could bottle this moment up like fireflies in a glass jar.
You reach out a hand, and Wednesday holds her breath before you even touch her, you do too. Her hair, deep black and so incredibly soft, meets the pad of your fingertips as you push it behind her ear. The motion is all delicacy and shyness, just a breath over the fragile line between you and her.
Wednesday's lashes kiss her cheeks when her eyes almost drop closed for a millisecond before she takes back control. She's stiff, hands now with a bruising grip on the sketchbook, "what are you doing?"
You inch closer, and when she doesn't pull away, you gently cup her cheek; her skin is a little cold under your touch. "What do you think I'm doing?"
For the first time in her life, her words get caught up in her throat before she forces them out; "Something you'll regret."
Smiling against your own volition, you whisper; "do you really believe that?"
Wednesday wonders if you're aware that you're killing her slowly; agonizingly, because you're so kind with her demise. She's the one who closes the gap between you, when you're just a hairs width away from her, one hand letting go of your sketchbook in order to bunch up your shirt in her fist and pull you to her.
It's everything you're not expecting, her eagerness, urgency even. She's kissing you like she's trying to memorize you, not sure if you're real or not. It's still soft though, still uncertain, still her.
When she parts, it's slowly, her lips almost refusing to let yours go. The outlines of your mouth are faintly smudged with her lipstick, testimonies of her affection, of how lucky you are to have it.
The sight pulls a smile from Wednesday, and consequently from you as well once you see it. Because albeit small, her smile is real, and you think you already have your next project for the sketchbook.
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