The Last Day Of Christmas; Day 9
Summary: On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...
Pairing: Wanda x Reader
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December 22nd, 2022 (Present Day)
You couldn’t stop the smile from lighting up your features despite having just woken up, walking into the kitchen to see Wanda using the cutting board you had gifted her the other day was just enough to replace that sleep in your eyes with a sparkle of happiness. You didn’t hesitate to walk into the kitchen, looping an arm around her waist as you planted a kiss on her cheek. After the light giggle that bubbled out of her throat, the two of you settled in a comfortable silence as you helped her finish cooking. You were a bit surprised she hasn’t mentioned the gift of the day, though you had to have figured that she was up to something by the way she had been avoiding eye contact with you ever since you had walked into the room. Yet you still continued forward, eating breakfast in silence, even cleaning up in silence.
You had cleared your throat, leaning against the sink as she loaded up the dishwasher, watching her blankly. She still hasn’t met your stare, and you were feeling nauseated at the fact that you were incapable of looking into her fanfiction green eyes. “What’s wrong?” you finally questioned as she loaded the last dish into the machine. Her movements faltered at your inquiry for a moment before she closed it and began fiddling with the buttons. “Baby-” Your voice caught in your throat when she met your eyes for the first time, seeing the guilt hidden behind the emeralds. “What’d you do?”
She straightened her form, wrapping her arms around herself as she breathed out heavily. “I found the present,” she confessed, rubbing her arms nervously as you stepped away from the counter, “and I opened it.”
“Wanda-”
“I know!” she expressed, huffing nervously. “I felt so bad after I tore it open.”
You sighed, scratching the back of your neck. “I mean, it’s not the end of the world,” you assured her. “It’s only a simple quote.” You tilted your head when the shame lifted off her face with a beaming grin, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she quickly grabbed your wrist and guided you into the living room, tugging you past the Christmas tree with the ever-growing presents building underneath it, pausing in front of the wall. You sighed once again upon seeing the present you had gotten her already hanging up, the framed quote hanging below the photo of the two of you on your first date. “You wasted no time, huh?” You looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “You didn’t actually feel bad, did you?”
“No, not at all,” she admitted, grinning as she shrugged casually. “Isn’t it nice, though?”
“Please tell me you remember the quote,” you stated, turning back towards the picture, but you could feel your face drop in disbelief when you heard her hum thoughtfully. “You don’t?”
“I’m kidding,” she said, laughing lightly. “Here, I’ll even tell the story.”
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May 20th, 2019
You had always been nervous when you had felt it was the right time to ask Wanda to move out of the compound and find a house with you. The two of you have been sharing the same room there anyway, so the only difference would be having an entire place to yourselves; your own kitchen, your own living room. Just a place out of the prying eye of your fellow teammates. Though you had always tried to convince Wanda to move her stuff out of her room and into yours - Tony was looking to recruit that spider boy for a while now, the kid might need a room.
But it wasn’t you who asked Wanda, it was Wanda who asked you. And the relief that you had felt when you had found out that she was at the same level as you were is beyond describable. Now, the two of you just have to go through the painful process of finding that house that you connect with. The perfect house. Which was easier said than done.
“How many houses have we looked at today?” Wanda questioned, your eyes traveling up the house as she pulled to a stop in front of it. “This’ll be number four.” You had left her to answer her own question, though you did look at her with a raised eyebrow. “And, by the look on your face right now, I’m assuming there’ll be a number five soon.”
“I’m not feeling it,” you told her. “What if we go back to house two? At least I felt something with that house.” You huffed back into the seat, pressing your fingers against your forehead as your eyes fluttered close. “We got this. This could be the house. We’ll never know until we go inside.”
Wanda watched you with a small smile as you climbed out of the car, greeting the realtor with a wide grin. He has dealt with this kind of undecided doubt before, he clearly had the patience for it, yet she couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. She killed the engine and got out of the car to trail after you as you walked into the house.
“This place is nice,” were the first words that came out of Wanda’s mouth upon entering the home. She sent you a toothy grin when you looked at her, the realtor sending her a grateful smile. She stepped into the large, empty room adjacent to the kitchen, spreading her arms out wide. “This is obviously the living room, with a sliding glass door to the backyard!”
“Hex-” You cut yourself off when she held up a finger, walking past you to stand in the middle of the kitchen. You released a sigh when she, once again, spread her arms out, looking at you expectantly. “That’s clearly the kitchen.”
“See? The vision is already coming in.” She gestured for you to follow her as she made her way down the hall, and you released a sigh as you did. She disappeared into a room, and you couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face no matter how hard you tried. “Bedroom?”
“Bedroom,” you agreed, fully giving in to the smile.
“The bathroom’s across the hall,” the realtor stated from the doorway, “and there’s a spare bedroom if you two plan on having any ki-” He cleared his throat when you both turned your head to look at him, Wanda’s eyebrow raised silently told him to continue speaking. “Company.” He smiled, but the fake moment of happiness didn’t last long. “I’ll just wait outside.”
You looked at Wanda, though the grin that was on your face never returned. Instead, your eyes shined brightly with unshed tears, your bottom lip trembled, and you whispered an incoherent apology as you hurried out of the room. She didn’t hesitate to chase after you, following you as you made your way out the glass door and into the backyard. She lingered back as you looked up at the sky, your shoulders slouching as a tear managed to escape its prison. “I’m sorry,” you said, a bit more coherently this time.
Wanda sighed, stepping forward to stand next to you. She didn’t look anywhere but at you, her hands itching to wipe away that stray tear. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Is it the house? We have one more we can look at, Y/N.”
“It’s-” You cleared your throat, shaking your head as you looked down. “It’s not the house.” You sunk to the ground, holding your knees to your chest nervously. Wanda joined you in the grass, crossing her legs as she looked at you.
“Do you not want to move in together?”
“Of course I do,” you expressed, meeting her wary gaze. You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows in what she couldn’t tell was anger or sadness. “Wanda, I’ve been wanting to move in with you for months.”
“Talk to me, detka,” she whispered, searching your eyes for any sign. “I need to know what’s bothering you.”
You breathed out shakily, pursing your lips together tightly for a brief moment before you said, “I just need the house to be perfect for you. I… I just want it to give you something to look forward to coming back to everyday.”
“Oh, baby,” she laughed, tilting her head as she brought your face in between her hands. “It’s not the house I’m looking forward to coming back to. It’s you.” She chuckled lowly, smiling as her thumbs wiped away the loose tears covering your cheeks. “Y/N, I’m not picky about the house we move into, as long as you come with it.”
You stared at her, sniffling. “That was really cheesy,” you confessed, causing her to laugh. The corners of your lips twitched upwards into a brief smile. “Like, that was off the charts of cheesiness.”
“Alright,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Wherever you are, Y/N, that’s where I’m meant to be.”
“Do you like this house?” you whispered.
She laughed softly, nodding her head. “This is the perfect house.”
“Then we’ll take this one.” You smiled at her, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against her lips.
“Not to ruin this intimate moment or anything,” you pulled away, your jaw locking in annoyance as Wanda looked up at the realtor with a wide smile, “but did I hear that you two are taking this house?”
“Yes,” Wanda answered, chuckling. She smiled softly, turning back to you to meet your gaze. “We’re buying the house.”
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Present Day
Wanda sighed as she brought you into her side, looking at the framed quote in front of her. “‘Wherever you are, that’s where I’m meant to be.’” She smirked. “I’m pretty sure I read that in a fortune cookie or something.”
“I don’t even care,” you stated. “I know it from you.” You looked at her, feeling her lean close to you. And when her lips were inches away from yours, you laughed lightly as you slightly pulled back.
“It still stands true,” she promised, leaning forward to brush her nose across yours, pulling a smile out of you.
“Oh, yeah?” She nodded as you smirked. “What happens if I go somewhere you can’t?”
“I’ll find a way,” she claimed, moving to step in front of you. Her body still flushed against you by your arms, the tips of her fingers teased your jaw as she met your gaze. “I know wherever you go without me, Y/N, I’ll find my way to you. Through hell and highwater.”
“Let’s hope I don’t wander too far away from you then.” She started to smile, but it was interrupted when you closed the distance between your lips.
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The Kamar-Taj: The Scarlet Apprentice || Wanda Maximoff
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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of nightmares, mentions of pain and torture. Mentions of murder. Slight mentions of spoilers from MoM. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.
Word Count: 2706 words.
Summary: You all need answers in regards to the Scarlet Apprentice, but who will find them first?
A/N: Part 9 of ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’. I have added some elements from MoM, though they’re not direct spoilers I just want to highlight that they’re included. I hope you all enjoy!
Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.
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The Kamar-Taj: The Scarlet Apprentice-
With timid footsteps, you make your way downstairs into Agatha’s kitchen area.
She makes a point to wear her purple robes, mainly to signify the power she possess- a warning to you that with one wrong move, she could perish you in an instant.
She slowly turns around, with the wretched Darkhold in her hand; studying it. It sends a pang of anger through you to see her holding it with such interest. In your mind, that belongs to Wanda, the real powerful member in all of this- it should be her right to claim it.
You’re brought out of your thoughts when you hear a sharp snap of the pages closing, Agatha lifting her gaze towards you.
“Oh no Hon, you’re not wearing that, it’s just not suitable!” Agatha scolds you.
You look at her in confusion, before looking down at yourself to inspect your ‘unsuitable’ attire- a plain black t-shirt, and a pair of ripped denim jeans.
“I don’t see a problem with what I am wearing, Agatha.” You challenge her.
“Oh sweetheart, of course you won’t see the problem. It’s a good job I’m here to help you along.” Agatha shoves the Darkhold into your hands as she makes her way to a door located near the main staircase in her house.
“Why have you given me this?” You don’t even want to hold the Darkhold, all it’s brought you is pain and suffering. You’d much rather see it destroyed.
“Dear, you are the only person to have seen what’s on the page of the missing artefact, concerning ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’, I need to see those scribes. You’re going to help me find them through the power of the Darkhold we currently possess.” Agatha explains as she slowly turns the doorknob.
You look down in shame, hating that you’re being put in this position, “What if I don’t want to help you, what if I refuse?” You’re absolutely terrified of Agatha and the power she has over you, yet your love and concern for Wanda gives you that little bit of strength needed to question Agatha, to protest against her.
Yes, you have the power of the Scarlet Apprentice, but this is Agatha Harkness we’re talking about here- she’s insidious.
“Buttercup, you don’t want to find out what will happen if you say no to me, now conjure your suit and meet me in the basement.” Agatha sends you a chilling glare as she pulls open the door and walks down the eerie set of stairs.
“Suit? What suit?” You question, you only have your everyday clothes with you.
“Oh and I would much prefer it if the ‘Apprentice’ side of you came down here and not the nervous ‘y/n’ you hide behind, it will make my job a lot easier!” Agatha shouts from her basement.
Ahh, that ‘suit’, over the last few days, Agatha has taught you minor techniques to switch between yourself and the Apprentice. With a roll of your eyes and a sigh of annoyance; you close your eyes and wave your hand over yourself, summoning your blue, Scarlet Apprentice suit- similar to that of Wanda’s. It’s not much, but it does the job in displaying your role in all of this.
With a secure clutch of the Darkhold, you walk down the stairs, dreading to see what Agatha has in store for you.
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“Are you sure we can trust her, Strange?” Wong asks for what seems to be the millionth time since Wanda joined their meeting.
Wanda looks away in embarrassment, if Wong cannot trust her, why would anyone else. She’s about to leave, when Stephen speaks up.
“Wong, whether you trust her or not, Wanda is our only hope to stop Agatha from unleashing complete chaos-“ Wong raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t forget to mention her little pet, they are just as dangerous- well if not more.” Wong glances over at Wanda, seemingly trying to gauge a reaction out of her.
“Wong, I apologise for my actions, I hope, in time I can prove to you that I mean no harm to you, or anyone. I just want y/n back, so we can live together in peace; in happiness.” Tears spring to Wanda’s eyes, heartfelt words leave her system.
Wong is about to speak when Stephen puts his hand up- silencing him completely.
“In order for this to work, we need to work together. Now, I can’t agree to any form of a plan if you two cannot even be in the same room as each other without sniping constantly. For the sake of the safety of those around us, can you both put aside what has happened over the last few weeks and work together enough for us to find some answers?” Stephen looks between Wanda and Wong, hoping that his words are at least being absorbed one way or the other.
“I’m willing to do so if Wong is,” Wanda sticks out her hand for Wong to shake.
With an exaggerated eye roll and a heavy sigh, he briefly shakes Wanda’s hand, “Just don’t make me regret this Strange”.
“I wouldn’t even dream of it, Wong.” Stephen smacks his hands together and rubs them rapidly, “Okay, we need a plan, does anyone have any ideas?”
Stephen is met with silence.
“Okay, we’re off to a great start. Wanda, is there anything you can tell us in concern with the Darkhold? Is there anything else like it?”
Wanda takes a moment to think, “In terms of version, there’s only one book- including the page dedicated to the Apprentice. Though, rumours are circulating that the book isn’t the only item that harvests the scribes”.
Wong and Stephen look at each other curiously, “What are you implying?”
“Well, we can still fight back with the teachings of the Darkhold, even though Agatha has the physical version, maybe we can find something else as a backup.”
Wong takes a moment to interrupt, “Wanda, what exactly is Agatha’s intention with the Darkhold?”
Wanda releases a nervous breath, “She believes that if y/n and herself can unlock the power of the Darkhold, they will become a new version of the Scarlet Witch and the Scarlet Apprentice”.
Stephen tilts his head in confusion, “Hold on, that would mean she would be practically re-writing destinies. Surely she cannot do that alone?”
“She won’t be, y/n saw the scribes on the lost artefact in the Temple, they can project them in a way that can be interpreted. Together they can follow the castings and teachings and unleash unimaginable power across the Multiverse,” Wanda clarifies.
“Do we need outside help? Variants perhaps?” Wong moves towards Wanda, eager for an answer.
“No, oh no, we cannot involve anything like that. It will be too risky, dangerous even”. Wanda looks towards Stephen, hoping he’ll back up her concerns.
“What if we could do a little projecting of our own,” Wanda and Wong furrow their eyebrows, “What if, we can summon an answer, a guide. Somewhere we can go to find something to use against Agatha”.
Wanda’s eyes widened, “Wait, there’s a sacred place, dedicated to the Apprentice, I wanted to take y/n there once we had collected the artefact. If we can find it, we will be able to seek the scribes Agatha is looking for.”
Stephen rubs his hand across his face, “Wanda, only y/n can read the scribes as the Apprentice, also who’s to say they won’t just tell Agatha what she needs to know”.
Wanda briefly closes her eyes, centering herself, “Stephen, this is our only lead. If we can stop the Darkhold’s teaching from being complete, we can stop them both from changing everything. I know y/n will do all they can to stop that, not just for themselves, but for us, like you said, they’re still in there somewhere; it’s not just the Apprentice”.
Wong shifts in his place, “I don’t normally condone the use of Sorcerer Magic for Multiversal benefits but if the worst comes to worst, we can summon a variant of y/n and hope they can protect the scribes”.
Stephen snaps his gaze to Wong, “Hold on, you can’t seriously be suggesting this, that is way out of line Wong. It’s not just dangerous, it’s madness! We don’t know what repercussions could arise from that”.
“It’s the best chance we’ve got, and I… trust Wanda to make the correct judgement”. Wanda gives Wong an appreciative smile.
Stephen shakes his head, standing up and displaying his hands on his hips, “Can we even locate this ‘Sacred place’?”
“We’ll need to go to the Kamar-Taj, that is the place we are most likely to find our answers,” Wong states.
“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Pack up folks, we’ve got scribes to find”.
With that, Wanda, Stephen and Wong make their way to the Kamar-Taj, hoping with all their might that they’re one step ahead of you and Agatha in retrieving and protecting the Scarlet Apprentice’s teachings and prophecy from being misused.
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With every step you take closer into Agatha’s basement, your heart rate picks up to a frightening pace.
You take extra care when walking down each step; there’s no light, it’s just pitch black. You carefully use your free hand to touch against the wall to the side of you. You cringe at the almost damp texture, but it’s the best guide you have in order of not falling down the staircase.
After a couple more steps, you see a gentle glow, allowing you to pick up your pace as more comes into view.
“Come on Hon, I haven’t got all day.” Agatha’s voice booms through the basement, making you question how big it is.
Finally, you make it through to an open area. You freeze in your spot as you take in the scene before you.
It’s nothing like you imagined, the walls are formed of stone, not compared to the brickwork and wooden panels upstairs. Each pillar is lined in questionable vines, this place looks like it’s been here for centuries. How long has Agatha been doing this exactly?
“It’s quite the spot, huh. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve cast a lot of impressive enchantments here. Oh, including when I took your sweet Wanda hostage, such a shame that didn’t work out, she would have fit nicely into my collection,” Agatha says absentmindedly as she places several candles in a circular form, leaving the centre free of light.
You tense your jaw at the mention of Wanda, “I thought we weren’t to mention her again?”.
Agatha fails to conceal an amused smirk, “Awww toots, did I strike a nerve. Poor y/n misses her little-“ Agatha’s words are put to a halt when she feels an unforgiving force around her neck.
Her eyes shoot to your form; glowing in a majestic blue, your hand raised up in front of you to focus your powers on Agatha.
“I’ll warn you once, and once only. If you ever use Wanda to mock me, or even rile me up again; you will be buried under this basement, quicker than you can say, ‘hiya hon’. Do you understand me?” You harden your gaze, allowing the confidence of the Apprentice to take over.
Agatha gives a struggled nod; allowing you to cast away your hold. She drops to the ground, gasping for air; coughing.
“Now, what’s with the get up, why have you brought me to this… dungeon dare I say it.” You question as you slowly stride around the room, noticing minor details.
Agatha rubs at her throat, relaxing the strain that holds itself there, “I knew I should have put those runes back up, toots, you’ve got some nerve- '' One glance from you is all it takes for Agatha to drop her argument.
With an exaggerated breath, she takes a stand, directing your attention to the candles, “Listen, I’m not going to sugar coat it, I need your help to gather the information in regards to you. I think we both know, I am the most worthy of becoming the next Scarlet Witch. I mean come on, look at Wanda, she had the chance to be something great, and she used it to make breakfast for dinner.”
You look over at the candle arrangement, curious to how this fits into her schemes, “I don’t understand, I thought only Wanda could be the Scarlet Witch?”
“In some ways, she is supposed to be the Scarlet Witch, by name. I just want the power. Just imagine what we could do, side by side, with great power. We’d be unstoppable. I mean, don’t you want to use that power to understand your past?” Your eyes shoot to Agatha, fear crossing your features.
“Oh Hon, those late night screams give away all the details I need to know that you have a troubled past, that or a severe case of ‘Mommy issues’”. Agatha walks behind you and places her hands on your shoulders, guiding you to the middle of her arrangement.
Suddenly, the Darkhold in your hands burns incredibly hot, causing you to throw it to the ground.
The scorching, torturous pain spreads through your body, causing you to crash to your knees and clutch the sides of your head; screaming.
“Y/n? Y/n, what is happening?!” Agatha rushes to your side, attempting to assess the damage- though she cannot see anything, no mark, no injury.
She looks over to the Darkhold, it’s glowing blindingly, causing her to squint. She can barely make out the colours, she’s convinced she sees a Scarlet red, battling a cosmic blue, but other than that, a white hue takes over.
Then it stops glowing, causing you to collapse to the ground, reeling for air.
“Y/n? Are you okay?” You look towards Agatha with a murderous gaze, causing her to back away slightly.
“It’s them, they’re after the Scarlet Apprentice scribes,” You push yourself up with the little force you have, Agatha rushes to pick you up; steadying you.
“How do you know?” Agatha asks worriedly, knowing her plan is in trepidation.
“I saw it, they’re heading to their temple,” You push Agatha away, stepping over the ring of candles.
“I need you to stop them, they can’t get to those scribes before us.” Agatha commands.
“Just tell me what needs doing, and I’ll do it,” Agatha smiles at your willingness to protect, knowing she’s about to get everything she’s always wanted.
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“Could we not have just made a portal to the Karmar-Taj, why do we have to walk most of the way?” Wong says frustratedly.
“You know why, I don’t want to draw any unwanted attention to our magic patterns. The less Agatha and y/n knows, the better.” Stephen explains as they make their way closer to the temple.
“How much longer, Strange?” Wanda asks as Stephen grabs her hand to assist her up the rocky surface.
“Not far, it’s truly beautiful Wanda, you’re going to love it.” Stephen guides Wanda in front of him as he casts his glance back, searching for any unwanted followers.
As he walks forwards he bumps into Wanda, curious as to why she’s stopped. He looks over at Wong and registers the despair in his features.
“Wong, what is it-“ He climbs to the highest peaks, just outside of the temple. His heart shatters at the scene in front of him- all of his fellow Sorcerer’s, brutally murdered, obliterated.
Wanda lets out a gentle sob, causing her to place her hand over her mouth. Tears cascade down her face at the massacre in front of her.
“Stephen-“ Wong barely whispers.
“They knew, they figured out we’d come here for answers.” Stephen says bitterly.
He turns to look at Wanda, anger channelling through him, “This time, I don’t know if I can be as forgiving.”
He walks forward to inspect the damage caused by what he can only assume to be yours and Agatha’s influence.
Wanda looks towards Wong, giving a silent apology. He looks at her with tears lining his eyeline, he shakes his head slightly, and follows Stephen’s lead.
Wanda chokes on a few sobs, collapsing to her knees, she runs her fingers through the mud, attempting to ground herself and escape the possibility that you’ve been corrupted by the Darkhold forever.
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