Elizabeth Olsen/Character Imagines

Queen of my Heart (W.M)

Wanda Maximoff was everyone's dream girl, the woman who had the most beautiful eyes, a smile that could brighten even the darkest of days, and a kind heart. Every man wanted her to be their wife, leaving many suitors to keep approaching her father about her hand in marriage.

"There's another one." Pietro groaned as he joined Wanda behind the counter of the Apothecary that their parents had owned.

"Why can't they all just leave me be." Wanda sighed as Pietro shrugged. "I don't want to be with any of them, and it's stupid to think that asking father would help them."

"I'm sorry, Wanda, but that's just how it is. No one truly marries for love, they never have." Pietro told her.

"But that is what I want, I want a partner who makes me smile so effortlessly, I want a connection that isn't forced, it just flows naturally." She told him as she organised some of the jars on the shelf, dusting them as she went along. "I want to be with someone who I see a future with, not just for financial gains. Someone who wouldn't care what we had or didn't have, I just want that type of love that makes everything in the world seem so superfluous."

"You mean what you have with Y/N?" He questioned, earning a slap on the arm.

"Shush. Father can't find out." Wanda whispered. "He will kill both of us, but yes. I just want to be able to live with them on some farm and grow old with them."

"Wanda, your mother needs your help in the kitchen." Mr Maximoff approached the twins, a smile on his face. "We have guests coming over tonight, and a possible suitor for you."

"Father, I don't." Wanda tried only to get cut off by him.

"I don't care if you want this or not. This is what's best for this family and your future family." He told her firmly. "You need to learn to remember your place." He told her before he left the shop.

"I guess this is it." Wanda sighed as she gave Pietro the rag. "My life and dreams are officially over."

"They aren't." Pietro tried as Wanda just shook her head before she disappeared towards the kitchen to help her mother.

"I've already laid out your best dress." Mrs Maximoff beamed as she prepared the dough for her bread. "This is so exhilarating, you're going to be a wife."

"I don't want to be a wife." Wanda told her honestly. "Besides, I don't know this man either."

"I didn't know your father, but I can't say that I was against marrying him when he asked your grandparents." Her mother spoke. "But, I can say that over the time I have spent with him, I learned to love him and we then had you and your brother."

"I don't want to learn to love. I want it to be natural, just feel it without even spending an unknown amount of uncomfortable time with someone who is only going to help keep father's business afloat." Wanda told her honestly.

"There isn't a choice in this Wanda." Mrs Maximoff spoke angrily. "You are a woman, this is your womanly duty to provide for a husband and build a family with him." Wanda sighed and gave up fighting against her mother, knowing she won't exactly see the situation as Wanda does.

The night soon fell, the Starks were a well respected family in the Westview, Mr and Mrs Stark had two children, Jarvis and Morgan Stark. Given there is a significant age gap between the two siblings, they both remained close. Jarvis being the protective older brother that his sister needed.

"Are you nervous, son?" Mr Stark asked as the carriage came to a stop before the Scarlet Apothecary.

"I am father." He answered truthfully, having seen Wanda everyday since they were children, falling for her every time he saw her or heard her voice. He loved the sound of her laugh, although he hated that he was never the one who made her laugh. That only fueled his deep hatred for Y/N Rogers, the only one who has ever truly been extremely close to Wanda. Everyone in Westview saw both Wanda and Y/N as best friends, even one of the neighbors would joke saying that the two of them would fall in love and wed.