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thatonebrazilian · 2 years

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Sanctum

Part 1, part 2, part 3 (coming soon)...

Summary: Sanctum (noun) 1. a sacred place, especially a shrine within a temple or church. 2. a private place from which most people are excluded. After everything that happened, WestView became your sanctum. And you would not let anyone desecrate it.

(In which SW!Wanda shows up in a universe where her variant is dead. There’s only you and the boys. But this Wanda had never met you in her universe, and you were way too damaged and traumatized to let her in.)

A/N: I'm sick and tired of Wanda not being happy. First the movies, and now a lot of fics. I need this girl to be happy for once.

Also, I'm posting this on a whim, I normally like to have a few chapters written before I post anything (or at least an outlined plot), but SW!Wanda has been consuming my thoughts lately and I had to do something about it.

MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS AHEAD

Warnings: A bit of violence, I think.

Word count: 1500

Wanda could feel the girl’s startled breaths beneath her fingers, her hand wrapped tightly against America’s throat.

It was never supposed to be like this. She didn’t want to hurt this child, killing her through power absorption would’ve been faster, quicker, painless. But no, the girl had to fight, and Strange had to intervene.

She just wanted her children back.

America grunted, her fist glowing white, yet her eyes told the Scarlet Witch just what her mouth had told her before. She knew she couldn’t defeat Wanda.

“You want these powers?” America asked then, eyes watering “You can have them!”

A portal opened up, and Wanda wasn’t sure about America’s intent, but whatever it had been, America probably hadn’t taken into account how little control she had over her powers. The Scarlet Witch suspected the girl wanted to take her to Earth-838 to see all the damage she’d done personally, but instead, America took her to another Earth altogether.

Wanda didn’t know that, though, she didn’t think of anything when she saw the boys sitting on the couch. Her boys; her children. Billy and Tommy.

It was as if time had slowed down then, the children’s eyes widened and they tumbled out of the couch, scrambling away, getting as far from Wanda and America as possible. As if they were afraid of her.

Wanda swore her heart was breaking. Fear was never supposed to be the emotion in her children’s eyes when they looked at her.

“I-is that?...” Billy asked from behind the stairs’ railing.

“I-it can’t be…” Tommy said.

The Scarlet Witch looked at them, her fingers almost unconsciously letting go of America’s throat; her hand shook as she extended it in her kids’ direction, taking a step towards them.

“Boys…” she said, her voice trembling as much as her hands.

“Ma!” Billy yelled, frightened, trying to hide behind his brother.

“Ma! Help!” Tommy shouted too, standing protectively in front of his sibling.

Instead of a variant, as Wanda had expected, some other woman came running down the stairs. The Scarlet Witch couldn’t see her face; she felt a surge of fury when this woman gathered the boys, her sons, in her arms. The woman only then seemed to notice Wanda, finally raising her head to look at her.

Wanda’s breath was taken away, you were a marvel, beautiful in every way possible. If this was any other situation, if she wasn’t still in love with Vision, if she weren’t so hell-bent on getting her sons back, she may have admired your beauty more.

But at that moment all she wanted was for that stranger to get her hands off of her sons.

Upon meeting the witch’s eyes, your own widened.

“Wanda?” you asked then, pulling the boys behind you again, shaking your head “No, that’s not possible, you’re dead, you and Natasha- you’re…” you trailed off, eyes hardening. “God promised you’d be in Heaven, he said he had your souls, he promised you’d be happy…”

The Scarlet Witch furrowed her brows. What were you talking about?

“Ma, is this really her?” Billy asked then, looking at you.

Wanda saw your eyes glaze a little, she saw you looking up as if you could see something she couldn’t. She saw your shoulders sag a little, a defeated look on your face. You shook your head, then, looking at your child, her child, before turning to her with hardened eyes “this is not your mother, boys, get behind me.”

The Scarlet Witch’s eyes hardened as well. Who did you think you were, telling her sons to stay away from her?

“Don’t listen to her, boys” Wanda said to the kids, her powers glowing brightly in her hands, her eyes then focusing on you “these are my children.”

And then she saw your eyes turn dark, a black glow engulfing your own fingers. “Whoever you are, you’re not Wanda, and I’m not about to let you anywhere near my sons.”

Wanda felt the all-consuming rage inside her screech at your words, without even thinking she threw a blast of red magic at you, but to her utter surprise, and ultimate relief, you easily blocked it, protecting you and the kids from it.

“Stay back, boys!” you yelled at them, using your magic to send them further back into the kitchen, far away from the woman in front of you.

The Scarlet Witch was consumed by that ugly, mixed feeling inside her; there was rage, sadness, jealousy, grief, envy… She couldn’t think clearly, she just wanted her children back. She used her magic to make the sofa levitate and then threw it at you, but you stopped it midair. Wanda took advantage of your distraction, you were a bit preoccupied when the witch showed up above you, using her powers to blast you to the ground; the impact was such it created a crater, and your broken body lay in its center.

“Ma!”

“Mamma!”

The boys came running to help you, and to Wanda’s utter surprise, you easily stood up, using your sleeves to wipe the blood from your face. How, she wondered, was it possible for you to still be alive? Your body should have crumpled at the force.

“Billy, Tommy, stay behind me, I’m not gonna let her hurt you.” You yelled at the kids, levitating out of that crater, landing in front of the witch.

The kids listened to you, and Wanda found herself getting even madder. Who were you and how come her kids listened to you like this? How come they saw you as a mother?

Out of jealousy and rage, Wanda shot more and more magic blasts at you, but you simply blocked all of her strikes as if it was the easiest thing in the world. But then one especially powerful blast pushed you back, making your body go through the wall and out of the house.

“Leave our ma alone!” the boys yelled, picking up anything they could put their eyes on and throwing it at the witch. “Our ma will not lose! She has us by her side!”

Wanda’s eyes filled with tears. It was never supposed to be like this.

“Stay out of this, boys! Get out of the house, it’s not safe in here.” You said, flying back in as if you hadn’t just been thrown through a wall.

When Wanda saw the boys hesitating, but ultimately complying, she gritted her teeth. As soon as they were out the witch made the ceiling come down on your head. The structure of the house was already compromised enough, you lifted your hands trying to keep this place, your place, standing. You held off the ceiling and kept the wall from tumbling down, but Wanda didn’t stop, as you were trying to keep your house up the witch threw blast after blast at you, but each and every one of them splashed uselessly against a barrier made of black magic.

“Why aren’t you fighting back?!” Wanda yelled, tears pooling in her eyes “Fight me back!”

Wanda stopped shooting blasts at you when she felt something hit against her. It was a small ball of blue magic, she looked at the backyard through the hole in the wall you went through and saw Billy conjuring the balls and Tommy using a bat to throw them at her in record speed. She didn’t know what to do; she looked at the destroyed house, the frightened, brave children outside, and then at you. She sank to her knees.

“Why won’t you fight back?” she asked in a small voice, her face tear-stained.

You managed to mend the house, securing the ceiling back, strengthening the walls and the structure, and the boys came to stand behind you again. You looked at them and then looked at the witch.

You understood her.

“Because I can’t hurt you,” you said, walking towards her and cupping her face in one of your hands, gently wiping her tears away. “You may not be our witchy, but you’re still Wanda. I could never hurt you.”

Wanda looked at you then, the rollercoaster of emotions making her want to embrace the person she was just trying to kill. “But… who are you?”

Who were you? Which universe was this? And if there was a universe where she didn’t have her children, and a universe where her children didn’t have her, why couldn’t they just be together? There were a million questions haunting Wanda’s mind.

You smiled at her, a sad smile, it was almost as if you knew what questions were going through her head.

Maybe there was still time for this Wanda, maybe she could be redeemed. Everyone deserved a second chance, after all.

You got one, even when you didn’t want it, why shouldn’t she?

“My name’s Y/N, and…” you said, looking at Strange and the Chavez girl before bringing your gaze back to the witch “this is Earth-Delta… Your new home, if you don’t have anywhere else to go.”

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mistressvera · 2 years

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#dsmomedit #dsmom spoilers #wanda maximoff #wandamaximoffedit #scarlet witch #doctor strange multiverse of madness #multiverse of madness #scarletwitchedit #marvelladies #womenofmcu #marvelladiesedit #marvelheroes #marvellegends #marvelladiesdaily #mcu #eolsendaily #eolsenedit #elizabeth olsen

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themorningsunshine · 2 years

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If you know, you know

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the-maidofmischief · 2 years

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“Run”

#can't wait for the hd #wanda maximoff #doctor strange #mom spoilers #dsmom spoilers #doctor strange multiverse of madness #doctorstrangeedit #wandamaximoffedit #dsmomedit #momedit #dsmom #mine*

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followersoframbaldi · 2 years

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Dr Strange and the Multiverse of Madness (SPOILER)

Wanda turning to break the 4th wall and stare into the camera was supremely effective in making me believe that she’d have no qualms in stepping through to THIS universe to find her children, too.

#Doctor Strange #Wanda Maximoff #DSMOM #DSMOM Spoilers

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getlostsquidward · 2 years

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Goodnight My Love

Stephen Strange x Variant!Reader

A/N: Title and overall vibe of the fic is from this song, also did a twist on that infamous line.

Summary: Aside from a universe where he has a ponytail, Stephen stumbles on one where he had something that not once did he imagine having.

Warnings: Multiverse of Madness spoilers, dialogues from the movie. Angst.

“They’re not coming back, and you just cast your vote now to kill your friends.”

Something crossed Stephen’s mind.

“Not that it ever bothered you before. You know, you hated me where I came from. And I bet secretly, ‘my brother’, you hated me here,” Stephen taunts, hoping that Mordo loses his cool, and fall for his bait. “You must have been so jealous. You know what, I think you were thrilled when you heard I’ve been corrupted– hell, you probably gave me the Darkhold to begin with.”

“You know nothing about this universe!” Mordo pointed a finger at him. “I don’t even know what the hell Y/N has seen in you. You’re so full of yourself and she–”

“I know that killing Stephen Strange is your ticket to getting to Sanctum, to becoming Sorcerer Supreme, and to joining your little circus of clowns, the Illuminati. And it’s so you can have Y/N, isn’t it? Even this universe’s you had feelings for her. Turns out I was right all along.”

“You don’t deserve her. You don’t know how hard it is for her to accept that you betrayed her and your–”

Maybe. That was actually one thing they can agree with, but hearing it from someone else, especially from him– leaves a bad taste in Stephen’s mouth.

“That’s enough, Master Mordo.”

Stephen became alert at the sound of the newcomer’s all-too-familiar voice. He stayed rooted in his spot, his heart beating wildly in his chest. After all, he’s gone through in a short span of time– traveling through the multiverse; meeting variants of himself, Christine, Mordo–he wasn’t ready for this, he wasn’t ready to see your face after all these years. Or more accurately, he was scared of the surge of emotions that will run through him at the sight of you.

The sound of calculated footsteps echoed in the room, even that was so undeniably Y/N’s.

Stephen’s breath hitched. A lump on his throat formed even though he really wants to say something, anything.

“Can you give us a minute, Master Mordo?”

“Are you sure? He’s dangerous–”

“Please.”

Mordo hesitated, looking back and forth between the two of you so busy staring at each other. Wordlessly, he made his way out of the room.

“I believe they’ve told you what happened to our Stephen.”

Straight to the point, he thought. “Yes.”

Y/N’s blank face faltered, her mask shredding revealing her emotions. The tears in her eyes had started falling.

“I knew I could never get mad at you even after you did what you did. And I know that you’re not– you’re not my Stephen, and it’s not you who betrayed us, but seeing you now just confirmed it.”

Her hands reached out to cup Stephen’s face but stopped before even doing so. Y/N’s hand is trembling.

She clutched her fist, and punched Stephen’s chest, devoid of a force to it. It isn’t Y/N’s intention to hurt him, after all.

As soon as Stephen heard what his variant on this universe has done, he knew how grim it was, but he never thought of how it had affected your variant. After all, he didn’t know what the two of you were in this universe.

In his own, back home, you were lovers, but not quite– Stephen had always danced around his feelings for you, always took one step forward, three steps back. A girl could only take so much, and that had driven you away from him, for good. You had even relinquished your post as a Master of the New York Sanctum, leaving him behind with “Be happy, Stephen.”

“I know this isn’t the time to ask this, but what are we in your universe?”

“We… we loved each other. But I pushed you away.”

Y/N chuckled. “I guess that’s what every Stephen has in common.”

Stephen smiled at the sound of her laughter.

“There’s just one thing that I regret, you know?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What is it?”

Y/N looked down, and took a deep breath before saying, “That you weren’t able to see your son.”

Stephen’s eyes widened. Setting aside the fact that he heard her not use “my” or “our” Stephen like how she did earlier, what Y/N had just said has left him dumbfounded.

“We have a… son,” he whispered, more to himself than to Y/N.

He still can’t process the new information. He couldn’t imagine himself having a child– a family, and not long ago he just uttered the words “This is why I never had kids” and now here he is, faced with the reality that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, he has a child.

Y/N stood there watching him visibly have an existential crisis, taking a bit of humor from it.

“Pretty surprising, isn’t it? It’s not very Stephen-like. I bet you didn’t imagine– or plan to have a child yourself.”

“Yup,” he answered, popping the p. “If it’s not too much to ask… did I know?”

“Yes, we were expecting, but then Thanos happened. And… you know the rest.”

“Are we…” Stephen trailed off, a mix of emotions swirling in his chest.

“Married?”

Y/N took the necklace hidden in her robes, showing Stephen the golden band. “A small ceremony in Kamar-Taj. Wong officiated,” she smiled in nostalgia, but her eyes were gloomy, longing.

“I guess I was a bit less of a coward in this universe,” Stephen whispered.

“I don’t know about that.”

Stephen reached for Y/N as he came back in his own body. “You alright?”

“It’s over?”

“Yeah.”

“Is America okay?” Y/N asked worriedly.

“She’s on her way here to get us.”

Y/N sighed in relief. “And Wanda?”

Stephen shook his head, “No.”

The two of them turned to look at the Darkhold near them when it emitted a red light, similar to Wanda’s. They stood up as they watch it burn into thin air. Stephen then realized that Wanda did the right thing, destroying the Darkhold in every universe.

The darkness in the Sanctum clears out, the specks of matter colliding with each other disappearing.

“What’s your universe like?” Y/N queried, curious, but full of wonder.

“It’s very beautiful.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, thinking if there’s a universe where they’re all happy. All three of them, together. As sorcerers, or as non-superpowered humans living a normal domestic life, anything.

“I wish I could show you.”

“I’d really like that… But I have to go, our– my son is waiting for me.”

“Yeah, yeah I know,” Stephen sighed. He knows what your answer would be, but one could hope, right? “And I know I’m not in the right place to say this, but I suddenly felt the need to defend myself–him, I mean. Your Stephen. This is just a theory, but I think he did what he did would be best for the child. He wanted his kid to live in a safer world, so if being corrupted by the Darkhold and getting the book of Vishanti to defeat Thanos, if betraying the Illuminati was the key, it didn’t matter what the consequences are once he opened the door. That's why he accepted his demise wholeheartedly.”

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, one person crossed his mind. Tony.

He said once that in the grand calculus of the multiverse, their sacrifice means infinitely more than their lives. Now he truly understood what that meant.

Y/N pondered Stephen’s notion. “I didn’t tell him who his father was. All he knows is your first name. Stephen.”

And it’s as if the multiverse was toying with her, the child developed an admiration towards the Earth’s mightiest hero, Doctor Stephen Strange, who saved the world against Thanos. He would always visit Doctor Strange’s statue on his way to school.

When asked why, he said that “Mister doctor has the same name as my dad. I bet dad was as cool as him too!”

“He is. His dad is cool,” Stephen smirked playfully. “Or maybe I’m just being biased.”

A glowing silver light appeared, indicating that America had found them.

“Are you happy?” Y/N asked, staring at the star-shaped portal America made.

Your voice had echoed in his mind. ‘Be happy.’ He’s tired of dancing around, he’s tired of running from his fears. “No, I’m not,” Stephen faced Y/N, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I will be. And you will.”

Y/N closed her eyes, leaning against Stephen’s touch. A lone tear escapes her eyes. “I’m holding on to that, Stephen.”

The sorcerer cupped Y/N’s face and pressed a chaste kiss on her forehead. A promise.

“So long, Stephen,” she smiled as they broke away. This smile has been different from the ones she had shown earlier. This one was more, genuine.

Stephen went over to the other side of the portal, but America wasn’t closing it yet– she feels that there was still something that Y/N wants to say, so she waited.

“Thank you for letting me say goodbye, my love.”

Goodnight my love

Know I love you

Someday in time, I'll get to hold you

Inside my arms, it's long overdue

Goodbye, my love, I'll see you soon

Stephen walked along the busy street of Greenwich Village; hands buried in his pockets. He looked up at the statue dedicated to his variant. Most people only passed by, but one person had stood beside him.

He didn’t need to look to know who it was. They both spent some quiet time around, neither one speaking until Stephen asked. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Vincent... You?”

A very few people had known of his middle name.

The kid looked up at Stephen, a spitting image of his face staring back at him.

The child’s eyes widened a fraction, but he doesn’t seem so surprised. “I’ve seen you before. I always see my mom talking to your picture, when she thinks I can’t see her,” the boy paused, clutching the strap of his backpack. “You don’t have a beard in those pictures, though. But… you’re my dad, aren’t you?”

He couldn’t help but feel proud. Smart kid. “Yes.”

Vincent mumbled a faint “knew it” but the sorcerer heard him. “Hi, Dad,” he greeted, his voice small, almost shy.

Dad.

Technically speaking, he wasn’t the father of this kid, but a warm and fluttery feeling flooded his chest. It feels nice.

Stephen carried the child, placing him atop his shoulders.

“You ready?”

Vincent nodded eagerly, and Stephen could already see how bright and beautiful his smile was, just like his mother’s.

After several laps of running and chasing around the park, along with Stephen showing off his magic, when tiredness has finally caught on to the kid.

“Do you want to go home?” Stephen murmured, seeing Vincent yawning and his eyes drooping.

“Mm-hmm.”

Heavy footsteps running down the stairs can be heard from the kitchen, its bearer wasting no time to reach the other person in the house.

“Baby, didn’t I tell you not to run down and up the stairs? You might trip and fall, then I’m going to have to take you to the doctors,” Y/N reminded. “You hate doctors, don’t you?”

“But mom!!! I saw dad, in my dreams,” Vincent said excitedly, his blue eyes twinkling, full of emotions.

Y/N’s heart soared, both for herself and Vincent. Stephen did hold on to his promise, and it makes her so euphoric she could burst into tears right now.

She kneeled to pat the boy’s head. “Really? Did he say something?”

“Dad said he loves us… he loves us in every universe.”

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#stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #stephen strange x you #stephen strange imagine #doctor strange x you #doctor strange x reader #dr strange x reader #dr strange x you #dsmom spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers #benedict cumberbatch x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you

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ddemurezy · 1 year

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The Witch of Westeros

PROLOGUE - see you on the other side

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disclaimer:

I don't own the Scarlet Witch and her storyline, credits to Marvel and Stan Lee.

gif not mine!! got it from pinterest!

this fanfic doesn't follow the plot of the series of HOTD nor it's books. I simply made it up. major spoilers for doctor strange: multiverse of madness.

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tbh, this is my first time ever writing a story in 2nd pov so if it sucks, I'm sorry😭

anyway, It's finally here! sorry for the long wait, hope you enjoy!!

warnings:

mention of blood, stabbing, heads cut off, turning things to ashes. I think that's all, if there's anything I missed out, don't be afraid tell me. !! NOT EDITED !!

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The sound of roaring and explosion mixed with the smell of fire, gunpowder, and the distinct, metallic tang of blood was the only thing you can comprehend at this moment. Your eyes darted from your companions to the demons you were fighting. The fight would’ve ended ages ago if you didn’t know there were thousands—no, millions, of them. Not to mention they can regenerate making your head hurt more than it already did.

Saving the multiverse became a job—a responsibility, more likely— for not only you but for Dr. Strange and surprisingly, Loki. It’s been months, years, or perhaps it has been decades since you have been saving the multiverse. Time has been a bit complicated for you, per se.

You, The Master of Mystic Arts, and the God of Mischief traveled to countless realities, defeating enemies such as demons, monsters, or even evil variants of yourselves.

Going through infinite dimensions and saving the other realities was the least idea you thought you would be doing in the future when you first joined the Avengers. Yet here you were, fighting your way through a crowd of merciless nightmarish demonic creatures who can regenerate. Your mission was to retrieve a necklace that holds much power and once belonged to a god and was now passed down to its descendants. It was stored inside the temple on the very top of the mountain that the demonic creatures were guarding. You’re meant to grab it, bring it back to the owner before anyone else can use it to their advantage, and leave without a hassle.

“Anyone care to help me here?” Dr. Strange yelled from a few miles away. He created a portal, making the group of demons from his fall down and he snapped the portal shut, cutting the heads off.

“Classic.” Loki chuckled, witnessing the action as he move to stab the demon that jumped on him, grimacing when its blood hit his face.

You smirked, blasting ten demonic creatures away from you, turning them to ashes as they tried attacking you again. “I don’t think you need anymore help from there, Stephen.” you teased and the said man groaned when another group started hitting him.

“Damn demons. Can’t you do your thing and kill them all, Wanda?” Dr. Strange asked.

“I can, but they keep coming back no matter what.” You told them.

Loki muttered under his breath before sharing his thoughts. “They just keep coming back no matter how many times we kill them. It’s impossible for this to happen.”

“Loki, we are in a different reality. I don’t think there is anything more impossible than this.” You retorted, flicking your wrist and lifting one demon and throwing it to the approaching group.

“What I mean is, there’s a possibility that something or perhaps, someone is summoning them.” Loki proclaimed his theory.

“A distraction.” You sighed out in realization, your eyes widening as you looked around for any sign of different figures in the crowd. A figure walked by miles away from you guys. They were wearing a black hood over their head, covering their face.

They must’ve felt your gaze and turn to look at you, their purple strange eyes meeting yours before they glared and ran away.

“Stay here! I’ll handle this.” You shouted to them, lifting yourself with your magic and flying toward where the figure went, ignoring the yells of protest of your two friends.

You flew away from the crowd of creatures and landed in front of the small cottage you saw them run into, placing a shield behind you so that they cannot attack you from behind. Your eyes hardened seeing it all dark with no trace of light anywhere. Hesitantly, you stepped in, summoning your magic to see a little clearer and to be ready to fight if something or someone attacks you.

The sound of footsteps approaching behind you alarmed you and you turn around, ready to blast your magic to them until you saw their faces when they got closer.

“Loki! Stephen!” You gasped in surprised, internally sighing in relief when you saw them before frowning. “What are you doing here? I thought I told you I will handle this.” you scolded.

“We can’t just leave you to walk in here with no back ups.” Loki reasoned and Dr. Strange nodded beside him.

There was no point in fighting so you just nodded and lead the way deeper into the dark cottage that seems to be bigger on the inside. As you walked in silence with all your guard up, a clashing sound was heard behind you, alarming the three of you.

“He’s right, Wanda. We know you can handle yourself but we need to make sure you’re safe.” Stephen said.

But before any of you could say a word, a figure stepped in front of you and pressed two fingers on your temples making you freeze in place.

You could hear Loki and Stephen yelling behind you, and they seem like they were struggling too but you can’t focus on them or anything but the pain you felt on your mind that’s spreading through your whole body. They leaned down and whisper in your ear before letting you go. You tried fighting it and summoning your magic but it was impossible to move. A portal started growing from under your feet and before you could grab into anything, you fell down fast in an unknown, perhaps never ending, hole.

But you remembered what they had whispered in your ear.

“Видимо се на другој страни.”

See you on the other side.

#hotd x reader #dsmom spoilers #wanda maximoff #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x reader #hotd imagine #house of the dragon

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