Very random stories with Lizzie or Wanda as the main love interest, but there will be twists and turns with different cameos. 😉 🤷🏼♀️
I won't spend much time writing them out, so sorry in advance if the stories are a little all over the place. 😅...
The sun blazed brilliantly over Southampton, casting a golden glow on the bustling port. The majestic RMS Titanic, the largest and most luxurious ship ever constructed, stood readily by the dock, poised to embark on her maiden voyage. The throngs of passengers eagerly boarding the vessel included some of the most notable figures of society, among them, Wanda Maximoff and her fiancé, Vision.
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Wanda Maximoff was the very embodiment of grace and refinement. Yet, beneath her poised exterior, her emerald green eyes harbored a shadow of melancholy, a silent whisper of unease. She walked arm-in-arm with Vision, who exuded an air of sophistication in his perfectly tailored suit. His demeanor was one of control, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with a calculating gaze that seemed to weigh each passerby with deliberate precision.
Trailing closely behind was Natasha Romanoff, Vision's fiercely loyal bodyguard. Natasha, with her strikingly sharp features, was a formidable presence, her eyes perpetually vigilant as they swept over the surroundings for any potential threats. Though her primary duty was to protect Vision, it was Wanda she felt a deeper, unspoken connection to—a connection that often led her to feel bad for the woman. She knew the marriage was only just a business transaction for Vision and she knew that Wanda longed for something more...something real.
As they ascended the gangway, Wanda couldn't shake the growing sense of dread that gnawed at her heart. The ship's grandeur, the eager faces of fellow passengers, none of it could distract her from the oppressive weight of her engagement. The future that awaited her felt less like a dream and more like a gilded cage. ---
Meanwhile, in a much humbler part of the port, Y/N was reveling in her unexpected fortune. She had just won a pair of third-class tickets to the Titanic in a heated poker game, and her joy was infectious. Y/N was a spirited young woman with an insatiable zest for life. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she clutched the tickets, barely able to contain her glee.
Beside her stood Yelena Belova, her best friend and trusted partner in countless adventures. Yelena, with her mischievous grin, was as daring as Y/N, if not more so. The two had spent the last few years traversing the globe, chasing new experiences and embracing life with reckless abandon.
"Can you believe it, Y/N? We're actually going to America!" Yelena exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder.
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