Ive Been Gone For Almost A Month, But Ive Just Been Tired And Working On Other Stuff, And I Will Post

i’ve been gone for almost a month, but i’ve just been tired and working on other stuff, and i will post something soon!

earth-326 (pt.3) - wanda maximoff

a/n: sorry this is so short and took so long, but i’ve started school, so updates will be way less frequent

i ii iii iv

You’d all made it to the shipping yard, and you fought back valiantly. Some began to retreat as you landed before Thor, noticing his dazed state. You could hear him go out on comms, and you were worried. “Thor?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you could feel it. 

You began to sweat as you feel under her spell. Your eyes glowed as read as hers, and you took a deep breath, stumbling back. Outside of your mind, Wanda jumped as your wings popped out from your back. The uncoordinated motion rips the back of your shirt open, and she gasps at your beautiful features. 

Not your back muscles, but the wings. And she looked into your mind, noticing you were much more frantic. and trying to resist. She began to soothe you with her native tongue. She could see it, Strucker eerily smiling at you as a young child. “You and your pathetic siblings, will never make us proud.” 

You began to growl, your vision becoming hotter, the heat beginning to burn. The veins in your neck began to protrude as you burst off of the ground and straight through the top of the ship. 

<>

The amount of talking to Tommy hadn’t necessarily been fruitful. When you brought up Wanda, he avoided the subject. Billy loved his mom, he still drew for her, and would tag along while Tommy begged to stay in the Game Room where Yelena and Kate frequented. 

Tommy obviously was different, but you couldn’t figure out why. Fortunately, after a week you let it go. Instead you focused on Wanda’s first few minutes without the ventilator. You brought food for the team, but ate upstairs as Wanda was being fed through a straw. 

Wanda was enjoying the redo. 

Every day Pietro comes to visit. Yesterday, you and Billy came, but strangely no Tommy. She wishes she could ask why, but doesn’t.

It takes her only a few days to move her limbs, and even less to say her first words without coughing. You all seem to be very supportive, and you even stay overnight by yourself just to be with her.

“This is really good.” You mumble. “Can you eat hard stuff?” Wanda chuckles breathily. “Apple sauce isn’t hard food.” She mutters.

“No, I know that, I mean the tacos.”

“You’ve always had strange taste, moya lyubov’” You wanted to argue, but looked at the items on the table with several different tastes. “I do, don’t I?” Wanda giggles, sitting back.

“So you’re retired? We’re retired?” She asks as she settles back. “Yeah. I-I uh…I teach now. I’m a professor at NYU, I teach physics. Which is very ironic considering I break the rules of physics every time I fly, or flew.”

“You don’t fly anymore?”

“No. I-I don’t have a reason to. I promised the boys I’d stop going on missions…after what happened to you of course.” Wanda gulps. “They were horrified when they saw you. I was horrified. I-“ You pause, rubbing your face as tears begin to fall.

“It wasn’t your fault.” She says, remembering these things from this Wanda’s memories. The literal sword being plunged into and ripped from her back. She fell to her death, rolling onto the beach as she recalled.

“You told me you felt like something bad would happen, and I didn’t fucking listen. “One more mission.” my ass.” Wanda sighs, caressing your face with her hand.

“Come on, it’ll be fun to get back in the field, right?” Wanda rolls her eyes, watching you with a smile. “Yeah, maybe for you. But I enjoy retirement, Y/NN.” You scoff, sitting back with an annoyed expression.

“Wanda, I don’t want to go on my own. It’s just one job. One.”

It ended up being much more that that.

You were cloned, and they’d come after you. It got to Wanda first, and hurt her. It destroyed you, and the destruction you’d brought upon afterwards was something she didn’t need to know at all.

Three years of torture because you couldn’t handle being on your own for too long. What a baby. “I was being a child.” A knock from the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You went to stand, but Natasha opened the door.

Your children walked in behind her, and Billy ran to the bed, hugging his mother. Wanda was delighted, but frowned when she noticed Tommy hiding behind his godmother’s leg. “Tommy.” You warned.

The boy wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t look at her. Natasha looked behind her, trying to get the boy off her leg before you got angry like you usually did. “Tommy, say hello to your mother, now.” He still wouldn’t move.

“Thomas!” You yelled, making the boy flinch. You felt a soft but stiff hand on yours, making your your jaw twitch as you stared at your wife. “It’s okay. He’s fine. He doesn’t have to.” Wanda says. Natasha smiles, dragging Tommy with her as she moved towards her friend. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

You scoff, standing up to leave the room. Without regrading either woman, you do leave, slamming the door behind you. “She was very upset. Swore whatever happened to me was her fault, I think what just happened made her a little more upset.” Natasha sighs, simply agreeing with a nod.

“I didn’t mean to make her upset.” A small voice says, making Wanda smile. He still sounded the same. She didn’t know why she would think he’d sound different.

“It’s okay, your mom just needs to be alone.”

<>

Wanda was right about you being upset.

It was a little bit irrational, and Natasha didn’t think Tommy deserved to be iced out due to circumstance. You had let it go, but when you got home, laid them down.

You began to pace, but pause a picture catches your eye. It was you and Wanda taken by Tony, who was in a weird artistic phase. You were somewhere near a lake, she was 4 months pregnant. You remember that weekend like it was yesterday. God, you missed you her so bad.

You were livid that you allowed this to happen, and in turn went downstairs and drank. You swore to Wanda you wouldn’t, but you kept the alcohol hidden in case you needed it.

“I thought you quit.” You jumped, glaring at Natasha. “Jesus Christ, Nat! Why do you do that?”

The redhead shrugs with a smirk. “You need me, Y/NN.” She walks over to you, grabbing the bottle. “Get rest. And maybe don’t be so upset with Tommy tomorrow, he may be a kid, but he has feelings too.”

“Hmm.” You brush past her, not walking to your room upstairs, but over to your living room couch. 

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hey are you still here?

i am😭😭 i planned to start writing but work and being a babysitter has taken up my life so i rarely have time to write anything but i will one day🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, Game of Thrones (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Daenerys Targaryen/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Daenerys Targaryen, Viserys Targaryen (Brother of Daenerys), Original Female Character(s), Jorah Mormont, Barristan Selmy, Missandei (A Song of Ice and Fire), Daario Naharis, Grey Worm (A Song of Ice and Fire) Summary:

when a descendant of the blackfyre name makes a deal with the true heir to the iron throne, she only wishes to kill the current king, not fall in love with a future queen

 daenerys targaryen x oc

{pre s1-s8}

earth-326 - wanda maximoff

Summary: after Wanda brings down Wundagore, she’s brought to another universe, one where she doesn’t have the power to get back

a/n: as soon as i am settled back in my dorm, the ease into it finale will be released💁🏽‍♀️ but while i was writing this i was thinking about bullet train which i saw last thursday, and pietro looks like tangerine here💁🏽‍♀️

Wundagore came down, and Wanda felt it.

There was a burst of red light, and she gasped, feeling the roof cave in. And then she opened her eyes.

A bright light met her, and she gasped with a tube in her mouth. The small ventilator beeped loudly, but slowed down as she took deep breaths. She tried to move, but her hand wouldn’t move.

“Hey, Witchy.”

And her legs were stuck in place. She was so in her head, that she hadn’t noticed that the beeping had startled you awake. “Wanda?” Her frantic breathing hitches as she recognizes your voice.

Wanda’s head turns you as your jaw dropped. Frantically, you stood, tripping over yourself as you ran into the hallway and farther down the hall where Pietro was waiting. He drank from a cup of the terrible coffee in the hospital wing of the complex. texting his mom at the same time.

“Piet!” The exclamation startles him, causing him to squeeze the cup. The coffee sprays on his shirt, while also staining the cuff of his dress suit. You cringe, running over to the small sink on the other side of the room, dampening them with water as you run back.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You help him wipe the coffee off, to which he thanks you. “What is it that’s got you so riled up?” He asks. “W-Wa-Wanda! She’s-She’s-“

“Spit it out, Y/LN!”

“She’s awake!”

<>

The two of you ran to the room, but not before bringing a nurse with you.

She was then transferred to a room where she could be properly evaluated, far away from the comatose ward. Wanda was still wondering how she got here, and why she was put into this Wanda.

She was brain dead, and in comatose. What did she have left to live? I mean you’re there, and Pietro, maybe even the boys, but this body.

“Now, we put her on fluids. She seems to be well on all fronts at the moment. But, considering she just woke up, it’ll be some time before we can get her for tests. I can try to swing it, but due to the spontaneity of the situation, and a convoy of men being treated…” You wave the nurse off, telling her it was okay before she takes off. 

Pietro sighs, walking into the room as he pockets his phone. You swallow, looking up at him. “Stark?” You ask to which he nods. “Tell her I’ll be back, alright?” You nod, watching him grip the edge of the bed, before walking out of the room. 

A large sigh escapes you as you sit back, but before you could begin to speak to her as you always did, your phone rings. 

natty

Sighing, you pick up the phone, placing it on your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey...you called? How is she?”

“No idea. I’m still trying to process it myself.”

“I haven’t told the boys, but I feel like Billy knows.”

“I’m sorry about that, I told him being invasive.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I'm surprisingly not good at hiding my emotions around kids.” That makes you chuckle. 

“Yeah, well uh...we have to make sure she’s even good to start speaking. What about therapy? They said without the ventilator her brain could fail, what if she’s on it forever?”

“Hey, don’t worry about that. She’s awake, isn’t she?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well...that’s great news, okay? Let’s just make sure that this doesn’t go wrong.”

“Okay. Yeah, I-” Sigh. “I’m just excited and terrified.”

“Hey! That’s fair, just be calm.”

“Yeah, uh...thanks for the pep talk, Natty.” 

“No problem, tell her I said hi.” The line clicks, and you pocket your phone, straightening up to look at her. You scooted closer, placing your hand on hers. Silently staring, it’s not long until she wakes up. Wanda still couldn’t move, and realizing that wherever she was wasn’t a dream.

She mumbles into the tube, clenching her jaw as she felt like she was moving, but she wasn’t. You noticed this, frowning in worry, but as you stood up to leave, you felt her stop you. 

It wasn’t like she was moving her whole arm, but her fingers latched onto the bracelet Billy had made for the both of you on your wrist. Her pointer and middle finger folded into the bracelet, begging you to stay. 

You stared on in disbelief. 

You swallowed your saliva, sitting back down as she painfully opens her eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, I’m here.” You held her hand, caressing it. “I don’t know if you remember much, the doctors said if…when you woke up, brain damage may have affected your memory, ya know?” Perfect.

If she was stuck like this for the time being, and the Wanda she was in was actually dead due to the darkness of this mind, she wouldn’t have to put up a front. “The boys will be very happy to see you. Pietro was-He looked like he was gonna cry.” Her brother was alive here, she wondered about everyone else.

Wanda heard you talking to Natasha, so she was alive as well. Makes her wonder how this Earth was different from hers and 838. “You missed a lot. The Avengers retired, all of us.” So the Avengers still exist, which meant Wanda has her powers.

“We all thought that thing had killed you, but Steve and Tony took care of it fast. You wouldn’t wake up, so we brought you to a hospital out in Sokovia, right? You were there past normal protocol, after a month you’re supposed to be moved, but you hadn’t woken up. So we moved back to the compound, closed off that section of the hospital building, called it the comatose ward.”

“I think everyone just felt bad, so they didn’t cut you off. Thank god they didn’t, right?” It wasn’t necessarily a question to her, but to yourself. “I mean, it’s my decision as your partner, but…Oh! I don’t live at the compound, anymore. No one does really. Kate, maybe. Oh, you should totally meet her, she’s awesome, the boys love her. We live in that house in Jersey that you wouldn’t stop going on about.” Westview?

You froze as you heard her mumbling. “Did you just say Westview?” So she said it out loud? She just hums at you. You chuckle in delight. “Yeah, yeah, Westview. Tommy plays soccer, and Billy does ballet. They’re both phenomenal.”

She hummed, making you beam. “Uh…I got in an accident. I obviously recovered, but I felt guilty for waking up so early when you were still just…in a coma.”

Wanda had been attempting to move her fingers for the last few minutes, and she ended up feeling a crack in her stiff fingers as she caressed your shaking hand. “It’s okay.” She mumbles, causing her to cough from her throat’s dryness.

“Woah! Slow down. I know you didn’t want me to leave…But-But I still gotta get a doctor, they have to-“ You paused, sighing with a smile. “God, you’re alive, how?” Wanda worried about that too, frankly she had no idea.

She wasn’t dream walking, she felt too grounded in reality for it to be a possession. What if this was a just the afterlife?

“WANDA?!” You ran across the beach, slowed down by the sand as Wanda’s body laid in it. Falling to your knees, your eyes widened at the gaping hole in her chest.

Gasping, you push hairs out of her face, not noticing as the girl struggled to breathe, her magic barely healing her. “Hey! Look at me! Look at me!” You can feel a gust of wind as Pietro runs next to you, eyes widening at the sight of his sister. He sneers, immediately going after the assailant.

“Wanda?”

“Wanda?!”

“Wanda?” Wanda’s head shook as a hand grounded her back in reality. “You okay?” She nods.

That was too specific to be fake.

the heir - daenerys targaryen (pt. 2)

a/n: since I already have 4 parts posted on ao3, I'm posting them all here as well.

i ii iii iv v

“What is this Khal Drogo like?” Viserys inquires. 

“The Dothraki may be peculiar people, but he is a simple man. He will like Daenerys.” Carra seemed to get more nervous as Daenerys’ betrothal to the man approached its head. He wasn’t a gentleman, a fact she knew. But it wasn’t her place because Daenerys would be given to him. Viserys and Carra would take his armies to King’s Landing in exchange for her hand. 

The two could laugh the feast before Robert Baratheon’s head when this was all over. She dreamt of such a sight. 

“Good.”

Their wedding wasn’t for several moons, and Carra had stayed for four. She and Daenerys had begun to get closer. In the mornings, the princess hoped to wake up and hear the pattering of Carra’s boots as she ran around the compound several times. 

The girl wouldn’t admit it, but she enjoyed watching her. She sweats profusely, and her muscles glistened in the sunlight. She was freakishly tall, and her stark black hair with silver streaks became matted when she did her morning run.  And when she finishes, the three of them eat breakfast, and the two women share glances and smiles. 

“Carra, tell me of your escapades through Sorthoryos. The Magister said that is how you discovered Blackfyre.” Carra nods. “Yes. I had an encounter with the Brindled Men. I escaped with my life, but they were fewer men and more grotesque creatures. I found the sword buried there. Why and how? I have no idea. But it was there, and it was intact. I did gain a few scars, but nothing debilitating.” Now he was curious. 

“Could you show me?” Carra glances at the siblings nervously before simply pulling up her shirt. Daenerys eyes widen as her eyes land on the large gash that trailed close to Carra’s heart to the right of her abdomen. “Goodness.”

“Yeah, it is the main reason I only wear shirts.” Carra chuckles, pulling down her shirt. “There’s one on my hand, but that’s healed. I still can’t feel this finger.” She wiggles her pinky finger. “I have a few burns, don’t ask how. Very nasty explanation.”

“Oh, I won’t, I promise.” Viserys chuckles. Carra looks over at Daenerys with a smile. “How are you still alive?” The girl asks. 

“Luck.” 

Later in the day, Viserys had gone off with the Magister, and Carra had spent her time reading Daenerys’ room. She’d spent a lot of time in there recently. 

“How many times have you read that since you came here?” It was one of the only possessions Carra brought along with her. “I have no idea.” She mutters, pretending to read while staring at the princess from the corner of her eye. “You’ve never told me what it was about.”

“It’s a story of love. “The Face of Beauty” is not in the common tongue, though.” Daenerys hums, sitting up. “Read it to me.” Carra looks away and over to her. 

“Is that an order?” She smirks. Daenerys immediately shakes her head, making the older woman chuckle. “I was teasing. Of course, I’ll read it to you.”

She turns to her favorite page. 

“Borros stood at the head of the table, watching his wife. They stared at one another, and despite her scar, he still loved her. She was different now, no longer his delicate flower, but he didn’t love Lyana any less. He loved her more. She was different, but she was still his.” Carra continued, and Daenerys stared with her hand supporting her head. 

Over and over, Carra repeated the phrase “his delicate flower,” and it made the girl wonder if this book was where Carra had gotten it from. 

She was so deep in her thoughts that she almost hadn’t noticed when Carra closed the book. “That’s all for today.” She smirks, placing it beside her. “Do you want to get out? I could take you on horseback, perhaps?” The young princess had never smiled wider in her life. “Yes.” 

“No,” Viserys says. 

“You know I will protect her, Viserys.”

“I do, but you have no idea how many people have attempted to take our lives since we were born, Ser Carra.” Carra knew she’d gone through the source of these men just to find the siblings. “I understand, I-”

“Brother.” The two look over at Daenerys. “I trust her. I just wanted to get out.” Viserys glares at her, and Carra frowns but steps in front of her. He focuses back on Carra, his gaze softening. “If she comes back with even a scratch-”

“You will have my head. I’m sure.” She smiles and grabs the younger girl’s hand. The duo exit, and Carra covers the blonde with a blanket as they ride towards the small beach down the hill. 

She stopped the horse and hopped down before pulling Daenerys down. The shorter girl took in a deep breath of the salty air, and Carra sat on the damp sand. “Do you ever wonder what is beyond the Narrow Sea?” Daenerys asks. 

“Not really.” She receives in response. “Well, I think there's more society. We only know the seven kingdoms, but what if there are more beyond the wall or land we have not yet discovered?” Carra shrugs. 

“I think it best if they remain undetected. The royals will wish to conquer it. Imagine the amount of suffering that could’ve been prevented if Aegon had not wished to conquer everything.” Daenerys looks over at her and watches her expression. “Conquests and rebellions only bring pain.” She thought back to her family. She’d failed to mention the young sisters that she hid away with another family to escape freely. 

Robert’s Rebellion was good for the Baratheons, Starks, and Lannisters. Celene Tiren was no enemy; now her daughter suffered because people believed she was. “Do you truly wish not to rule if my brother takes back King’s Landing?” Her question was presented in a way that almost made Carra sad. 

She was so quiet, soft, and innocent. 

It was something Carra admired. “I would not. I was being serious when I admitted I’d rather just retire to a beach.” 

“Well, you can’t just leave me,” Daenerys says playfully. “You will not be alone because you will be a queen.” Daenerys’ smile falters, and she looks away from Carra. “I do not wish to be a queen, Carra.” Carra looks at the sand with guilt. 

“I’m sorry, Daenerys.”

“What for?” Carra looks at her with sad eyes. “I didn’t know you well when I asked Viserys to give you away but know that I have; I will never forgive myself.” She watches as the shorter woman walks back to her and sits down beside her. Daenerys grabs her hands softly. 

“It is what needs to be done.” The brunette shakes her head. “No, we could find another way. Another army.” 

“No one would negotiate with us. You know that. And this marriage won’t last forever, I hope.” Carra scoffs. “You know if Viserys could milk the relationship with the Dothraki until the utter was dry, he would,” Daenerys smirks as they look into each other’s eyes. 

There had been a sort of unspoken thing between them that Viserys noticed but would never allow. Carra saw the way he treated his sister, and when she tried to calm him down, he would give her a silent threat that kept her silent. She had no reason to be afraid. 

She was taller and stronger. These were traits she got from her father. 

But he seemed like a man with a temper. If she questioned him or got out of line, she was sure he’d chop one of her limbs off. She was also worried for Daenerys because he knew they liked each other. It was a definite weakness. “I’m sorry, I just worry for you.” 

“That’s sweet, but I think I can handle myself.” Carra hums, knowing that might not be true. And unfortunately, the days go by faster. Eventually, it becomes very few days before the Khal and Daenerys are to be married, and Carra is readying herself to travel. The first thing she did when she woke was run a bath before the maidens could attend to it for her. 

Daenerys had woken up early as the sun rose. It was almost as though her body had led her to Carra downstairs, and her eyes raked over Carra’s body. Her back had more scars, and her muscles shifted as she wiped herself with soap. “I didn’t think you a spectator, Daenerys.” The girl gulps as Carra turns around with a genuine smirk. 

She could see the scar on her abdomen more clearly and saw that it ran further down to her hip bone. “Would you like to take a bath with me?” The blonde’s breath hitches, and she tries to avert her gaze. “No. I-I have the faintest idea as to why I came here.” She lets out nervously. 

“It’s alright. I’m sure I won’t be the last naked woman you see.” Daenerys doesn’t move, and Carra chuckles as she turns back around.