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our-blood-is-our-ink · 6 months

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Careful Creatures

Ship(s): Hela x Agatha, Agatha x Wanda, Wanda x Hela, Hela x Agatha x Wanda

Summary: Three powerful beings broken down back to the start somehow find themselves brought together as they relearn themselves and each other

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, descriptions of being burnt, mild gore, sexual assault/non-con/rape, abuse of alcohol/alcoholism/addiction, amnesia, domestic violence, implied use of roofing drugs

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

A/N: Please READ THE WARNINGS before proceeding. If this were on AO3 it would be rate E for explicit material later on in the series, and M for mature material for the heavy content this story deals in

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Chapter One

She falls in a blaze.

Green and gold and black, streaking through the heavens and flames, like some dying star in need of a desperate wish of its own.

Her skin burns and blisters and blackens, smoke filling her lungs, choking off the last vestiges of air they held.

In space, no one hears you scream.

In space, no one sees the last of a once beautiful and powerful empire crumple to nothing but debris and dust, exploding violently outwards as Ragnarok rages its final breath.

Her cheeks become adorn with the cleansing water of her own tears as she mourns, the prophecy she had been bound to at last releasing its shackles on her.

In space, no one sees her cry.

She tumbles through the darkness, with no force to counteract against her initial velocity, and she hurls through the celestial skies.

Eventually, even her godly body cannot handle the vast emptiness of space.

Her eyes slip shut, her breathing slows, and as she falls and falls and falls, she slumbers.

—»•«—

Agnes stumbles up the stairs, her feet tripping over one another as the world seems to spin.

“That you?” Her husband’s voice calls from their bedroom.

Agnes opens her mouth, the words yes, dear on the tip of her tongue, when she suddenly bolts for the bathroom.

As she's heaving her insides out, Ralph’s large hand painfully yanks her hair in a bunch away from her face.

“Get it all out now, I don't want you soiling the bed.” He snaps, impatient.

Agnes shivers as she retches. It was more than the ever-oppressing feeling that something wasn’t right that drove her to stay out drinking until the bars closed.

Eventually, she has nothing left in her stomach to vomit up, and she half collapses against the cool porcelain.

Her relief is short-lived, but she doesn't fight as Ralph manhandles her.

He is her husband. When she married him, she committed herself before the eyes of God that she would be a faithful wife.

Ralph doesn't like it when she's vocal, so she bites her tongue and lets herself get lost in the dizziness her mind is experiencing and doesn't make a noise of protest or pain as he shoves her to the floor and pulls down her pants.

This is her test to bear, for making her mistakes.

You don't deserve this.

—»•«—

Wanda awakens in a cave.

It's not the oddest place she's ever woken up, though how she's so sure of that, she can't really say.

It must be a gut feeling, she decides, as she tries to think.

She knows her name, that's good.

Her age–

She's… Twenty-six? Thirty-two? She can't recall.

That's… Not normal, right?

She places a hand on a rough wall, trying to steady herself as she walks on shaky legs.

Her name is Wanda… Wanda something. Something… Off? Romanoff? No, that's not right. Romanoff was…

Wanda grits her teeth.

She knows enough that her last name isn't Romanoff, but can't remember whose last name is.

That's extremely frustrating.

Wanda stumbles along the cave, trying to find the way out, and wishes Pietro were here.

Pietro. Her brother. Her twin brother. Her brother who–

A stream of bullets hits through her chest, and she collapses to her knees, screaming her pain.

Wanda violently shakes her head, clutching it.

“Get it together, Maximoff.” She reprimands herself, before realizing what she's said.

Maximoff.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff.

That's good. It means she isn't totally amnesic.

She goes over what she knows as she begins to feel a soft breeze against her face.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff. She had a twin brother, Pietro Maximoff, who died by being gunned down. She doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties. Her parents… She doesn't remember her parents. Possibly dead, almost certainly impossible to find or reach if they aren't. She knows– knew? Knew someone with the surname Romanoff. Someone who… She stole a jacket from? Why was she remembering this and not useful information, like how did she get here? And where is here? And are there people who will be looking for her?

Dread pools in her belly.

People looking for her feels like an ominous statement.

She misses… She misses someone. Someone special. A lover, perhaps? A spouse? A… Child? She’s old enough to have had at least one.

Wanda isn't sure.

Light begins to hurt her eyes.

She's made it to the exit of the cave!

She hobbles, running as best she can, eager, bursting out into open air and freedom and–

Oh.

Oh no.

—»•«—

She burns again, still streaking green and gold and black, but this time, through the atmosphere of a planet.

When she lands, she craters the forest floor and doesn't move.

—»•«—

“Day drinking, Agnes?” Dottie clicks her tongue from behind the brown-haired woman. “I keep telling you we have a decent AA here.”

Agnes does her best to laugh off the comment.

“Oh, you know dear, it's five o’clock somewhere!”

Dottie slides into the seat across from her.

“Look. Your neighbors, I don't know if you know them, the Johnsons, they well… Mrs. Johnson said that late one night when she was just finishing putting the baby back down after a late night bottle feed, that she saw your bedroom window was open–”

“I'm sure whatever she saw she mistaken, Dot.” Agnes smiles as charmingly as she can. “You know how those late nights are with a newborn!”

“She said that Ralph was choking you, Agnes.”

Agnes’s smile slides off her face.

“If my husband,” she stresses, “had been choking me, I would have bruises.”

Dottie’s eyes flick to Agnes’s neck, which is both bare of discoloration, and the tell-tale texture of makeup.

Agnes swings back some of the brunch mimosa in her hand, closing her eyes briefly to gain strength from it.

“Ralph is a wonderful husband. He would never hurt me.” Agnes lies through her teeth. “Is that all why you decided to pay me a social visit during some of my “me” time?”

Dottie shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Agnes…” She trails, trying to find the words. “If you ever did need help, Eastwood– I mean, Westview is here for you.”

Agnes turns her smile all the way up to its brightest wattage. “Will keep that in mind, toots! Thanks for stopping by brunch to talk with this ol’ gal!”

Dottie hesitates before she stands and leaves.

Agnes's wildly beating heart doesn't slow until her fifth post-Dottie mimosa has been downed.

The truth is, Ralph does have a habit of choking her… But the bruises always fade by the next afternoon, rapidly going through the stages of healing broken blood vessels startling fast.

Agnes can't recall ever having healed that way before.

No, healing meant fire and death, healing meant agony for days and weeks because she was only ever meant to hurt, not heal.

Agnes shakes her head as if trying to dislodge the sudden pressure she feels.

That's something she has noticed.

Thinking about her past causes her awful headaches and terrible migraines.

It's best to keep to the present.

Agnes smiles at the hostess as she leaves the venue, not worried about paying.

The people of Westview took care of one another.

She doesn't notice the woman with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes who stands up and leaves after her.

—»•«—

It's been two days since Wanda had started off down the rest of what looked like an intimidating mountain, headed towards what looks to be a promising sign of life in the vibrancy of green trees.

Hopefully, there will be water somewhere there.

Wanda knows she has only twenty-four more hours until her body gives out from lack of hydration.

Her heart skips a beat, and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Hydration.

Hydra.

Hydra was… Bad.

Hydra is bad.

The word gives her a bad feeling.

She keeps on, not even pausing as the tremors grow stronger from the mountain.

The ruins that lay in pieces everywhere, even so far down from the top where it once resided, make Wanda feel awful enough that she had nearly vomited the first time stepping out into the world and seeing it.

She avoids touching any part of it as best she is able.

She can hear rocks sliding somewhere to her left.

Distant.

Her shoulders drop an inch.

She isn't in direct danger. Not yet.

—»•«—

Ralph’s at the bar.

Ralph’s at the bar and he has all his friends there and she didn't know that the bartender used to date him and–

Agnes is vocal as rough hands grasp at her, groping and tugging and searching as their owners laugh.

“Here, dear.” Ralph’s voice is cold. Mocking. “I know how much you like your alcohol. Drink up.”

She doesn't have a choice, surrounded, as he passes her a cup.

Within moments of finishing it, she knows.

There's more laughter.

“So kind of that Maximoff bitch to leave you a wife.” Someone comments.

“To Ralph, and his whore!” Someone else shouts, to resounding cheers.

Agnes wants to scream for help, but the room is spinning and her limbs won't obey her instructions and her mouth feels too heavy to move and then–

—»•«—

No.

—»•«—

The ground slopes slightly, and grass turns to dirt as Wanda follows the stream she found.

Deeper and deeper it slopes, until she's been walking for at least half an hour, and then she sees a mess of blood and green.

—»•«—

The door bursts open, crashing loudly, just as her hands find their way around the nearest man’s throat, a knee jerked violently up between his legs.

The room freezes. She smirks, throws her head back, and cackles.

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 11 months

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—✧ Day One: Villains ✧—

Wanda finds herself in Westview after her magic saved her from being crushed by Mount Wundagore

She wakes up to discover Agnes has been tending to her for a few days while she had been out cold

For a few weeks, she allows this to continue

But Agatha's voice has been steadily growing louder in her mind

So she releases the Agnes spell, after casting runes to prevent Agatha from immediately attacking her

I won't say I'm sorry, but I can promise to make it up to you, if you swear your allegiance to me.

Only if you swear the same to me, buttercup

They essentially married each other and neither of them have realized it

Agatha still has a lot of FeelingsTM and EmotionsTM about Wanda's treatment of her

She needs an outlet

Wanda, in a stroke of brilliance, points her in the direction of Dr. Strange

Your goals and my goals aren't mutually exclusive. I want my boys, you want to make up for your past mistakes. And he'll try to stop both of us.

Wanda doesn't think she's ever seen anything as hot as Agatha in midsts of magical battle

She actively decides then and there I want to make her worse

World domination, people. She plots world domination.

And for Agatha's part, there's just something oddly appealing about Wanda with a spark of cruelty and deviousness behind her eyes.

She wants to kiss her so bad

They're an unstoppable force, with Wanda's sheer magical power, and Agatha's hundreds of years of magical knowledge

The first time they fuck it's on a battlefield, they've just successfully decimated another country's entire military.

Agatha initiated, but she quickly finds herself on her knees

She had idolized the Scarlet Witch when she was younger, and now that she's older, she knows that she had been right to

Wanda is a proper goddess born of Earth and of humanity, but has ascended and become something more, something beyond. Something ethereal and eldritch, and Agatha craves her in a way she never has craved anything else

The destruction and chaos she wields... Is it any wonder Agatha has found herself as willing a plaything as she could be?

Wanda's expression always softens, just a bit, whenever Agatha submits to her

She knows that to control the dark being on her knees before her is a single found rarity that only she has been gifted with

They get off on being violent, and egg each other on to commit some the worst acts of inhumanity anyone has ever bore witness to

Their fingers stain darker and darker, until it's crept up past their elbows, until they live and breathe darkness

Unhinged dark wives fr fr

The Scarlet Witch's destiny is either to destroy or rule

Why not both? Agatha whispers in her ear. Why can't we have it all, after everything that has been taken and stolen from us?

Agatha's destiny is to stand side by side the most powerful being the universe has ever seen

They're hella possessive of each other too

Constantly marking the other up, constantly wearing hickies and love bites as badges of honor, of pride, of she chose me over everyone else

Their love for one another is twisted and warped, but it's stronger than anything the world or universe has seen

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 11 months

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—✧Day Three: Accidental Kiss✧—

When Wanda takes a running leap and topples both herself and Agatha off the building in middle of their fight she never thought it would make them wind up here

Here being passionately and angrily making out with the older witch

The first kiss was completely accidental

She had landed on top of Agatha, and their lips had just collided

Wanda isn't certain which one of them turned it into something purposeful

There's a taste of metallic blood, and Wanda thinks she must have split Agatha's lip open with how hard she has bitten down

The other woman growls into Wanda's mouth and flips them over, so that Wanda's on the bottom

Wanda gasps as Agatha's tongue enters her mouth and practically fucks it with the appendage

She's not going to just let it happen though

Wanda tries to fight Agatha

Tries being the operative word

Wanda is sorely inexperienced, and it's clear Agatha is anything but

Eventually, Agatha pulls away, after what seems like hours

Wanda's left panting, breathless

And feeling slightly brainless too

"Bet your toaster oven never kissed you like that, huh, superstar?"

Agatha's so fucking smug

Of course Wanda is going to pull her back down in order to kiss her stupid

It's only fair, after all

Turnabout is fair play, as they say

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—✧Day Two: Body Swap✧—

It's the Hex that went wrong

That's how this happened

One moment Agatha is fighting Wanda, fighting the Scarlet Witch

The next she's waking up in bed next to a toaster oven with an overpowered stone lodged in his forehead

It's a fascinating thing, to wake up and not be in agonizing pain from her back

Of course, her joints had never hurt her quite like Wanda's body does

She's embarrassed by the whimper of pain that escapes, and wonders how Wanda had dealt with such bone deep aching without the use of magic

She'd still trade in a heartbeat -- joint pain over the centuries old scars she was gifted to by her mother

Wanda, for her part, wakes up, and nearly screams when she moves too fast

How in the world was Agatha so nimble and agile when every movement pulled at the skin of her back?

She then realizes that if she's in Agatha's body, Agatha must be in hers

Vision -- her boys -- are trapped in the house with her and they don't even know it

Of course she goes running

Or, she tries to

Seriously how does Agatha manage with her back all fucked up like this?

She eventually makes her way to the house

Only to discover Agatha is... Wow she's a great actress

It seems as if no one remembers the fight that had just been taking place

(Where is S.W.O.R.D. for that matter?)

Wanda just walks right in

Only then does Agatha show her panic

But when Wanda goes to zap Agatha...

"Can't do any magic either, huh, toots?"

Vision refuses to sleep in the same room as either of them

He takes the couch... Meaning Agatha and Wanda are sharing a room

What could go wrong???

When Wanda refuses to share the bed, Agatha rolls her eyes

"What do you want me to do, walk your body over to Ralph's and sleep there?"

Wanda won't let Agatha out of sight with her body -- she doesn't trust her with it

After about a week of tension between everyone in the Maximoff household, time loops for everyone but them

The cycle keeps repeating itself as Wanda and Agatha grow more comfortable in one another's bodies

Finally, sometime around during the fourth month of this bullshit, Wanda finds herself kissing Agatha, straddling the other witch and trapping her beneath her

It's a very odd sensation for them both, because their minds are turned on by one thing, but the bodies they inhabit another

Agatha flips them over, but is careful of her Wanda's back.

"Wow, buttercup, I hadn't realized I was so beautiful."

Wanda is shocked at Agatha's audacity, and Agatha can't help but laugh at her expression

"I also hadn't realized my face could look like that."

"Will you stop that, you're making this weird!" Wanda whines

Agatha kisses her to shut her up

It only escalates from there

The next morning they scramble to hide hickies and bruises without magic

Their relationship continues to deepen over the course of several months

Wanda quietly breaks up with Vision -- she loves him, but the Hex... It has to come down, and he'll go with it

She ignores the fact that Billy and Tommy will go with it as well, ignores how much it causes her heart to rip into two. She doesn't know if she believes Agatha when the other witch promises to help her find a way to bring them back.

Until one night, after Agatha had helped Wanda and Vision tuck the boys in for bed, she slips her arms around Agatha, and whispers I love you

And Agatha, in an extremely rare moment of vulnerability says I love you too, superstar

The world spins the moment the words leave Agatha's mouth

She finds herself back in her own body, collapsed on the grassy area in the town center

When she manages to sit up, she sees Wanda much in the same situation

Vision is anxiously hovering about Wanda, as are the boys

"Angel..?"

Wanda warily makes eye contact, and sees...

Agatha isn't sure what she sees on her face, in her eyes, but whatever it is, it's enough.

Wanda gently brushes her boys away, and makes her way to Agatha

"Did you mean it?"

"That I'll help you find them again? Or that I love you?"

The Scarlet Witch reaches down with her own hands, her body in her control once more, and helps Agatha up to her feet

"Promise?"

"I swear it, Red."

Wanda knows what it's like to live in Agatha's body, as intimately as Agatha knows what it's like to live in Wanda's

It creates a special sort of bond they now share

They take care of the military easily enough, working together

Agatha gives Wanda her privacy when they reach the Maximoff house

At the end of it all, Wanda is no longer standing alone in the middle of the empty lot

A cool hand slips into her own

"Magic can do many things. We'll get your boys back."

Wanda only squeezes her hand in response, but it's enough.

They're enough, together

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