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Love Never Dies - Wanda Maximoff x Stephen Strange

"Love never dies. Love will continue. Love keeps on beating when you're gone. Love never dies once it is in you. Life may be fleeting; love lives on! Life may be fleeting! Love lives on..."

Andrew Lloyd Webber, Love Never Dies.

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Stephen Strange." She greets him.

"Wanda? You're alive?"

Strange did his best to keep his voice calm and professional. His face is blank not wanting to express his shock.

Wanda stood across the room from him. Alive and well. The darkness in her is gone. Strange can see her fingers have returned to normal and color has returned to her cheeks. However in her eyes Strange can see the grief, the pain and the loss, feelings Strange knew all too well.

A flash of guilt goes across her face as she looks down. She takes a deep breath and looks up at him.

"I am." She replies.

It goes silent. They stare at each other. Last time they saw each other was Mount Wundagore, as enemies fighting each other. Strange's mission is to save the girl while Wanda planned to do the opposite. She was going to sacrifice the child in order to bring her own children back. Her family. Eventually her eyes opened and she realized what she has done.

What she became.

Monster!

That word has rang in her ears since Mount Wundagore. The horror on her sons' faces vivid in her mind. An image that will haunt her for the rest of her life. Wanda may have made the right choice by destroying the Darkhold but the bodies, all those lives she killed their blood was on her hands and she couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she scrubbed.

She is a murderer. Death follows her, leaving bodies in its wake. All her loved ones have suffered because of her and now she had no one.

She is alone.

Wanda closes her eyes. She willed herself to stay calm and to not break down. For ages she focused on only one emotion. Anger. However now Wanda can feel all her emotions raging inside her, battling it out in her head. It hurt so much Wanda wanted to scream but she didn't, she wouldn't she needed to suck it up, appear strong. Keep the mask firmly in place.

Do not show weakness. She told herself.

"Wanda?" Strange's voice snaps her out of her thoughts. He gives her a cautious look. "Why are you here?"

Wanda rubs her arm. Her eyes scan the room.

"How's the child?" She asks.

"She's fine."

"Good." Wanda nods. "That's good."

Strange sensed there is something else the Scarlet Witch wished to tell him but he decided to not push her. He will let her to talk when she is ready to talk.

Wanda walks and runs her fingers along the books on the shelf. She has back to him. She then sighs.

"How do you do it?"

Strange frowns.

"Do what?" He asks.

"Go on with life knowing you can't be with the one you love."

That question knocked him off guard.

"Excuse me?"

"You know what I mean." She turns her head towards him. "You can't be with her. Every universe your relationship with her is doomed to fail."

Wanda didn't need to say her name for Strange to know who she is talking about. Strange sighs heavily.

"If that's what the universe wants, if that's how my life is suppose to go." He shrugs. "I can't fight it."

"But it is not fair." She shakes her head. "The universe is cruel."

"Life is cruel." He agrees with her.

"Life is a bitch." She glares at the ceiling. "What happened to balance? Free will? It is all a lie. No matter what I do the love of my life and my children are gone." She swallows. "I can't move on. I can't forget about them. Life is not worth living without them."

She looks down. Her fingers curl up into a fist. Her lips tremble.

So much for hiding her weakness.

Strange calmly steps forward. He goes to reach out to comfort her but decides against it. He takes a deep breath and folds his arms.

"Is that why you are here Wanda? You come to seek my advice?"

She lifts her head. Her face screws up with confusion.

"It does not bother you? Not being with her?"

"It does." Strange nods. "But like I said we are not meant to be and I have to accept the universe has other plans for me."

"Bullshit." She turns sharply towards him. "You do not believe that."

"I don't have a choice in the matter." Strange raises his hands. "We can complain, argue it will not change a thing. That is something you have to accept it Wanda."

"I do accept it." She answers. "I know they are not coming back but at least I feel, I mourn on what I could of had. You on the other hand show nothing. You claim you are okay with it but deep down you are not okay...not really." She eyes him up and down. "You are in denial. You refuse to acknowledge your true feelings on the matter." His lips press into a thin line. "I have messed up, I have regret the pain I have caused but I do not regret the mission. At least I gave a damm, I fought back, I tried to bring them back."

"And turned to the dark side because of it."

"A mother would go to extreme lengths to save her children." Wanda nods. "What have you done?" Her lips curl in disgust. "You haven't even tried to make a difference."

"I didn't lose my humanity." Strange glares at her. "As you know when you do fight you lose yourself in the process. It is not healthy."

"And sitting back and doing nothing is healthy? Continuing to live your life alone is healthy? Thought life was about taking risks. I took a risk and blew it but at least I tried and I wasn't a coward."

"I am not..."

Wanda places her finger on his lips.

"Don't lie to me." She whispers.

He sighs.

"What do you want from me?"

"To not be a hypocrite. Be truthful to yourself. Be human."

He scoffs at that.

She wasn't laughing

"You say you have humanity? Prove it? Show me how you really feel."

Strange hesitates. Wanda cups his cheek.

"I don't want to be alone. I admit to that. Do you want to be alone? You accept your fate?"

He again hesitates. Wanda looks up at him. Her eyes are pleading for him to be honest, to open up and admit he is not happy either show they are on the same page. If Strange did open up maybe Wanda would to. Confine in someone, let it all out. Wanda did need to let it out she couldn't hold it in much longer. If she felt like that Strange must feel it too. The dam threatening to break.

It is one of the reasons she decided to go to him. They may have been enemies once upon a time but Wanda couldn't deny there is a connection between them, they are same. The universe has screwed them both over, forbid them to be with the ones they love, grow in power but lose everything else in the process. They got to carry that loss with them for the rest of their life.

Wanda can see the tornado of emotions swirling behind his eyes. His jaw tightens and he grits his teeth. Wanda slowly nods. She ensures him that it is okay. She will not judge him, all she wants is for him to tell the truth.

"It's not hard." She tells him.

He grabs her hand where it still rested on his cheek. He increases his grip on her hand but she doesn't pull away.

"I'm not doing anything." She said sensing his suspicion. "I'm not forcing it out of you. I am giving you the choice to be honest with yourself."

"Wanda." He said his voice hoarse. He is struggling. Her presence caused those feelings he buries so deep to rise. The grief of his former life, the pain from the accident, the disgust he feels about his hands, the loss of Christine, and the heartbreak when he had to make the choice to let her go in order to keep her safe.

Anger.

Angry at the universe, the timeline, the path that was forced upon him that he had no choice but to follow, become the all powerful sorcerer and hero the people needed him to be, put everyone's needs above his own. His needs didn't matter anymore. His opinion didn't matter anymore.

He is a pawn and nothing more.

It is not fair.

Not fucking fair.

Strange loosens his grip on her hand. He drops his hand and runs it along his face.

"You're right I don't accept it. I hate it. I hate how this all works. I don't even know what I have done to deserve it." He barks out a laugh. "I done so much good in this world but this is what I get in return? I get nothing but more pain and suffering."

He again laughs. The laughter soon fades and his eyes start to turn watery.

"I miss her." He said his voice cracking. "Christine." Saying her name out loud caused a sob to rise in his throat. "Every universe...Every fucking universe we fail, if we are not meant to be then why do I fall in love with her? Why does every version of me fall for her?"

The words came tumbling out. Strange couldn't stop. He has bottled it up for far too long.

"Why?" He asks out loud. "I..."

I don't want to be alone.

He didn't voice it out loud. However, judging from Wanda's face he had a feeling she has read his mind.

Damm it.

He mentally curses her for causing him to break down like this. He didn't want to appear vulnerable or weak.

A look of relief passes across her face. Her reaction irritates him. This is all her fault. He was fine until she came along.

Fine? His inner voice questioned him. We know that's not true.

Strange sighs.

"Happy now." He places his hands on his hips. "You got what you wanted? Hmm?"

Wanda shakes her head.

"I didn't mean to inflict pain on you Stephen." She sighs. "I just wanted you to understand."

"I understand perfectly."

She steps forward. She tilts her head at him.

"I miss Vision." She said. "My relationship was doomed to fail from the start and I question myself why make me go through this? I realize now if I never met Vision I would have never known what true love would feel like. He brought me happiness. He made me feel human." Her intense gaze shifts on to him. Strange found himself going silent. It felt like she is looking right into his soul. "Everything he gave me, everything I shared with him I can give to someone else." Wanda slowly nods. "That way he will always be with me."

"You could do the same, spread your love, cherish it with others." She continues with a small smile. "It wouldn't be betrayal if we are doing it for them. Forever in our memory."

She places her hand on his chest. Her touch causes him to shiver. He knows he should pull away but as each second passed he found himself being drawn to her. Her words had a affect on him, made him see everything from a new perspective.

He has been alone for so long the need for company suddenly consumed him.

Strange tilts her chin back. He gazes into her eyes and imagines those are Christine's eyes looking back at him. That sweet memory is there within his reach.

While he saw Christine, Wanda saw Vision.

The love of their lives reflects back at them.

Love never dies. It lives on, through others.

Strange smiles and draws Wanda in for a kiss. Wanda kisses him, slow and tender. It has been such a while since she has kissed someone. It has been a while for Strange as well.

They take their time, feeling their lips brush against each other, tasting each other. Wanda moans when he sticks his tongue down her. The gentleness abruptly turning rough and eager. Wanda takes him in and wraps her arms around him. She pulls him in and allows herself to fall into this moment. This long blissful silence.

Eventually Strange pulls away and goes to her remove her dress. As he is about to do that, his hands start to shake. Strange curses. The familiar feelings of disgust and shame rise in him. His hands, his once perfect hands now couldn't even remove this dress.

Wanda gently takes his hand. She removes his glove and examines his scars. Even though Strange has accepted his injury he still couldn't bear to look at them. They reminded him of his old life.

Wanda rubs her thumb along his scars. She then brings his hand to her lips. She kisses his palm and rests it on her cheek. Wanda sighs as she felt the warmth from his hand. She leans into his touch, memories of moments similar to this come flooding back.

Vision cups her cheeks and smiles fondly at her.

"Have I ever told you I love you?" He asks.

Wanda smiles back at him.

"Many times."

"Really? To me it doesn't seem enough." He shakes his head. "I must tell you more often."

"Vis you tell me every day."

"I love you." He repeats with a laugh. "I will never stop loving you."

Wanda leans into his touch. Her smile widens.

"I love you too."

Wanda felt the tears forming in her eyes. This is what she hoped. She hoped she would still feel his presence. She does, she can feel him everywhere.

"I will be with you always." His voice echoes in her mind. "Share our love to those who need it, make them feel what we felt, make them happy."

Wanda nods. That's exactly what she is going to do. She is doing this for Vision but also for Strange. She gazes into Strange's eyes. He looks so vulnerable now. She did that, she made him like this.

He is opening himself up to me.

Wanda knows her and Strange are the same, she can feel their connection getting stronger. She will be there when the dam breaks, when he fully accepts what he has lost. When he does, she can let go as well. Wanda hopes he will do the same for her when she falls apart.

"Wan..."

"Shh." She silences him.

She reaches out and removes his other glove. Then her eyes glow red. Seconds later their clothes vanish from their bodies.

Strange is startled at first but Wanda points across the room where their clothes are, folded up on the chair.

"I didn't plan on making a mess." She tells him.

Strange on the other hand had other ideas.

He wraps his arms around her waist and lifts her up. She wraps her legs around him as he carries her over to the table. He flicks his wrist and all the items slide off the table and crash on the ground.

Wanda looks at him. Strange shakes his head.

"Wong can't know about this."

"My lips are sealed." She assures him.

Strange allows himself to relax and he slowly lies Wanda down on the table.

Strange steps back and looks her up and down. She is attractive. Strange had to admit.

But can I do this?

He hesitates. A wave of unease goes over him. This is completely out of his comfort zone.

"Face your fears." A familiar voice whispers in his ear.

When Strange looks down again he didn't see Wanda.

He saw Christine.

A sharp intake of breath, Strange felt his world spinning. He mumbles her name. Pain goes across his face.

Christine smiles softly at him.

"Face your fears." She repeats.

Strange closes his eyes. He can still remember their conversation. In the other universe, the other Christine he admitted to her how he truly felt. He is scared to care for someone, scared to allow someone to care for him. She touched his cheek and told him those three words.

"Face your fears."

He looks down at her again.

Christine nods, giving him her permission, assuring him that it is okay to do this.

He did not want to be alone.

Not anymore.

He blinks.

Wanda is looking at him.

Wanda is here for him.

Despite what happened between them, Strange wants to be there for her as well.

It is time to face his fears.

Allow himself to feel again.

Be human.

Stephen leans down and brushes his lips against her stomach. He kisses her. Wanda sighs as he continues to kiss her. He kisses every part of her, allowing himself to enjoy this moment with her.

His hands grasp her breasts. He fondles them, squeezes them, teases them. Wanda gasps when he bites down on her nipples. He tugs at her nipples, sucks them. It wasn't long before his lips returned to hers again.

He claims her mouth with his own. She bites his lip, causing him to groan. Blood forms on his lip, but it didn't bother him. Wanda licks the blood and grins. She takes him in her hands and stares right into his eyes.

"Fuck me!" She growls.

He nods. His eyes go dark with lust.

"As you wish."

Stephen positions himself between her thighs. His eyes remained locked on hers as he slowly goes in. Wanda gasps as she felt him go inside her. He smirks at her reaction.

Then he starts to thrust her.

Stephen went in hard and fast. He thrusts her with all his strength knowing so well she will be able to handle it. She is the Scarlet Witch, a fighter, a survivor, nothing can stop her.

She is powerful.

Stephen respects her for it.

Wanda gives him a wicked grin, delighted by this sudden turn of events, relieved that they are going all out here. Wanda did not want to take precautions, she did not want to be careful, she wants to let it all out, she wants to be quick, she wants to keep going until they are both breathless. The thought of him panting like an animal, growling for her, wanting her, all it made Wanda feel turned on.

"Yes!" She yells. She throws her head back and enjoys every grunt, every moan, every growl that escapes his throat.

Vision was an animal in bed.

She loves hearing her animals roar.

She pushes herself into Stephen, she curses out loud, and her eyes blaze red. Their hands connect. Sparks of magic bounce of each other. Chaos magic and sorcery combining together as one. His hands start to shake again, but Wanda grasps his hand tight, grounding him. She assures him she is here and she will not let go.

Stephen responds with another hard, mighty thrust. A look of understanding passes between them.

"Fuck them!" Wanda said. "Fuck the universe! Fuck fate!"

He pulls her forward. His hot breath on her face causes a chill to go down her spine. His lips tug upwards. His eyes shine bright.

"Fuck it all." He grins.

Their loved ones couldn't be with them physically but they can be with them in spirit. Their love for them will live forever in their memories and their hearts.

The universe could not take that away from them.

Stephen feels the fire forming at the bottom of his belly. His eyes go wide as the orgasm takes over. Wanda grips his hand, daring him not hold back. She wants to hear that roar, that release.

"Go on." She encourages him.

He does.

He releases it. All of it. He screams to the top of his lungs. His cum spills all over the table. Stephen takes a deep shaky breath, his body is shaking. He felt something else as well, he felt full, content. A weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He also felt proud of himself. He took Christine's advice and faced his fear.

He is not afraid anymore.

Wanda scoops the cum up with her finger and sucks on it. Her eyes sparkle with mischief. Stephen can already feel himself going hard for her again.

Damm this witch.

Reading his mind, Wanda's hand goes on his cock. Her fingers brush his hardened length.

She laughs.

"So easy to tease." She shakes her head. "Oh sweetheart." She guides him inside her again. She smirks.

Wanda is happy to ride it out again.

They repeat the pattern. Fuck each other until no one could form a coherent sentence. Wanda is panting now, sweat is pouring down her. He licks up her sweat, coated skin. His hot tongue against her cool, wet skin made her cry out. It causes a jolt of electricity to go through her. That feeling goes all the way down to her knees.

Her thighs shake, her knees threaten to buckle. Stephen notices this and chuckles.

"Falling apart already darling?"

She grits her teeth. Her nails dig into his skin. The need to let go consumed her. Her eyes widen, her lips tremble. She silently communicates to him that she needs him. She wants to be reassured that he will return the favor.

Stephen lifts her chin and nods at her.

He will be there when she let's go.

He will catch her when she falls.

Wanda makes the decision to trust him.

She then let's go.

She screams.

The dam explodes.

The emotions all come flooding out

She keeps going until there is nothing left.

Few moments later, Wanda cries.

She sobs loudly, tears stream down her cheeks. Stephen carefully lifts her up and carries her over to the couch. He sits down with her head on his lap. He strokes her hair and remains silent.

Eventually Wanda stops crying. She takes a deep breath and wipes the tears away. A box of tissues form in Stephen's hands.

"Here."

He places the box next to her.

"Thank you." She replies.

She grabs a bunch of tissues and wipes her eyes. She blows her nose causing the sorcerer to laugh.

"Charming." He said.

She tosses the tissues into the trash and sighs loudly.

"That felt so good." Wanda said.

He nods.

"I agree with that."

Wanda sits up and waves her hand.

The clothes return to their bodies.

"Uh, thanks." He said, sounding awkward.

She responds with a shrug.

"You must be hungry?" He said. Her stomach rumbles. He laughs at that. "I take that as a yes then."

He stands up.

"What about the mess?" She asks.

He rolls his eyes and waves his hand.

The table becomes clean, and the items return to their original positions.

"No problem." He grins. Then his face turns serious. "But Wanda, I am serious when I said Wong can't know about this."

"I hope our paths do not cross." She grimaces. "He will not be pleased to see me."

Stephen couldn't argue with her on that. She is right. Wong wouldn't be happy to see her.

"So food?" Stephen said, changing the subject.

"Want some help?"

"Sure." He points at her hands. "Wash your hands first."

She rolls her eyes. He shakes his head. "I mean it, no food until your hands are clean."

"Old habits never die, huh?" She said. "Dr Strange?"

She is referring to his former job. The days when he would scrub his hands for surgery.

Stephen folds his arms.

"It is basic hygiene, Wanda."

"I know." She raises her hands and smiles. "I know."

After washing her hands, Wanda joins Stephen in the kitchen. Stephen watches her as she chops up the vegetables. It fascinated him seeing the Scarlet Witch doing something so mundane.

Sometimes Stephen forgot what it is like to have a normal life. The concept of a normal daily life seemed so foreign to him now.

Yet here he is with Wanda making dinner. This felt like a dream. It didn't seem real.

It is real.

What they did, the sex, that was real as well. All this is real.

He then saw Christine's smiling face. She bumps her hip against his as she goes around the kitchen.

He turns round and goes to follow her.

Wanda looks over her shoulder. She gives him a small smile.

"It's okay." She said. "I see Vision all the time. I am seeing him now as we speak."

She read his mind.

Stephen shakes his head.

"Wanda, we need to set some boundaries."

"Hmm?"