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A thick cloud of debris and dust formed around the Scarlet witch, the chaotic fog only thing to trespass through the fragile barricade that shielded her from the destruction above. Power crackled from Wanda's body, although it was weak and broken, nothing like the display the Darkhold had given her.

Reaching out unsteadily, her fingers slick with blood, she anchored a solid grip on a large stone and pulled herself across the ground out of the way of the fallen boulders that threatened to crush her. The redhead let loose a quiet hiss of pain, not ready to assess the damage as she struggled against the rubble.

It happened too quickly, the moment that she was in the clear Wanda rolled onto her back, a wretched cough tearing through her lungs. The magic shield snapped and an accumulation of boulders cascaded down to the ground where she had been just a moment ago. 

Both pain and exhaustion gripped her body, and Wanda closed her eyes for just a moment before she succumbed, not even having the strength to stay awake.

At least, in her dreams, she might see her boys one last time.

Wanda felt her heart flutter as she paused in the doorway, stealing a serendipitous moment just to ingrain the scene into her memory. Agatha sat at the head of the table facing away ans engrossed in a book that she couldn't fully see.

"What's that?" The redhead played enigmatically, stepping behind the taller woman and combed her fingers through thick, dark curls.

Agatha didnt even look up, but she knew the teasing smirk that pulled at her lips. "Its a book, darling."

She felt the woman suppress a shudder beneath her touch as her hands moved sweetly down her shoulders and the redhead feigned innocence, "Is the book more interesting than I am?"

They were used to this game apparently, because at this, Agatha titled her head slightly to grin devilishly up at the younger witch.

"Are you honestly trying to compete against Jane Austen for my attention?" The accusation was dripping with sweet smugness that always had Wanda just a little bit weak.

But two could play at that game and so she bent forward until they shared an intimate breath and Wanda could have just grazed the other lips had she moved that tiny bit closer. "That depends, is it working?".

Wanda awoke with a peculiar sensation squeezing tight around her heart. In that blissful moment in between realities, she swore she could just about feel the warmth of Harkness' lips on her own.

But like all good dreams, they faded away, leaving behind an empty void that she didnt know how to fill. Her heart yearned as she sat up among the chaos, ignoring the pain the shot through her body.

This had not been the first window into an alternate world in which she was loved by the dark witch and every time, they had always seemed so happy.

Wanda had no set destination as she conjured all her energy into teleporting, blinking through space. She would end up somewhere safe, if such a place existed.

She appeared in the middle of the road in an ungodly state, leaning her weight on the one leg that could bare it, bloodied and crushed more than just literally. The familiar street ironically welcomed her return to Westview and Wanda found it fitting that if the Scarlet witch could be born in this town she could die here too. Yet what confused her most was that this was her safe space.

The transportation spell had exhausted what felt like the very last of her power and Wanda nearly buckled feeling the magic seep from her veins.

A thick cloud of debris and dust formed around the Scarlet witch, the chaotic fog only thing to trespass through the fragile barricade that shielded her from the destruction above. Power crackled from Wanda's body, although it was weak and broken, nothing like the display the Darkhold had given her.

Reaching out unsteadily, her fingers slick with blood, she anchored a solid grip on a large stone and pulled herself across the ground out of the way of the fallen boulders that threatened to crush her. The redhead let loose a quiet hiss of pain, not ready to assess the damage as she struggled against the rubble.

It happened too quickly, the moment that she was in the clear Wanda rolled onto her back, a wretched cough tearing through her lungs. The magic shield snapped and an accumulation of boulders cascaded down to the ground where she had been just a moment ago. 

Both pain and exhaustion gripped her body, and Wanda closed her eyes for just a moment before she succumbed, not even having the strength to stay awake.

At least, in her dreams, she might see her boys one last time.

Wanda felt her heart flutter as she paused in the doorway, stealing a serendipitous moment just to ingrain the scene into her memory. Agatha sat at the head of the table facing away ans engrossed in a book that she couldn't fully see.

"What's that?" The redhead played enigmatically, stepping behind the taller woman and combed her fingers through thick, dark curls.

Agatha didnt even look up, but she knew the teasing smirk that pulled at her lips. "Its a book, darling."

She felt the woman suppress a shudder beneath her touch as her hands moved sweetly down her shoulders and the redhead feigned innocence, "Is the book more interesting than I am?"

They were used to this game apparently, because at this, Agatha titled her head slightly to grin devilishly up at the younger witch.

"Are you honestly trying to compete against Jane Austen for my attention?" The accusation was dripping with sweet smugness that always had Wanda just a little bit weak.

But two could play at that game and so she bent forward until they shared an intimate breath and Wanda could have just grazed the other lips had she moved that tiny bit closer. "That depends, is it working?".

Wanda awoke with a peculiar sensation squeezing tight around her heart. In that blissful moment in between realities, she swore she could just about feel the warmth of Harkness' lips on her own.

But like all good dreams, they faded away, leaving behind an empty void that she didnt know how to fill. Her heart yearned as she sat up among the chaos, ignoring the pain the shot through her body.

This had not been the first window into an alternate world in which she was loved by the dark witch and every time, they had always seemed so happy.

Wanda had no set destination as she conjured all her energy into teleporting, blinking through space. She would end up somewhere safe, if such a place existed.

She appeared in the middle of the road in an ungodly state, leaning her weight on the one leg that could bare it, bloodied and crushed more than just literally. The familiar street ironically welcomed her return to Westview and Wanda found it fitting that if the Scarlet witch could be born in this town she could die here too. Yet what confused her most was that this was her safe space.

The transportation spell had exhausted what felt like the very last of her power and Wanda nearly buckled feeling the magic seep from her veins.

A thick cloud of debris and dust formed around the Scarlet witch, the chaotic fog only thing to trespass through the fragile barricade that shielded her from the destruction above. Power crackled from Wanda's body, although it was weak and broken, nothing like the display the Darkhold had given her.

Reaching out unsteadily, her fingers slick with blood, she anchored a solid grip on a large stone and pulled herself across the ground out of the way of the fallen boulders that threatened to crush her. The redhead let loose a quiet hiss of pain, not ready to assess the damage as she struggled against the rubble.

It happened too quickly, the moment that she was in the clear Wanda rolled onto her back, a wretched cough tearing through her lungs. The magic shield snapped and an accumulation of boulders cascaded down to the ground where she had been just a moment ago. 

Both pain and exhaustion gripped her body, and Wanda closed her eyes for just a moment before she succumbed, not even having the strength to stay awake.

At least, in her dreams, she might see her boys one last time.

Wanda felt her heart flutter as she paused in the doorway, stealing a serendipitous moment just to ingrain the scene into her memory. Agatha sat at the head of the table facing away ans engrossed in a book that she couldn't fully see.

"What's that?" The redhead played enigmatically, stepping behind the taller woman and combed her fingers through thick, dark curls.

Agatha didnt even look up, but she knew the teasing smirk that pulled at her lips. "Its a book, darling."

She felt the woman suppress a shudder beneath her touch as her hands moved sweetly down her shoulders and the redhead feigned innocence, "Is the book more interesting than I am?"

They were used to this game apparently, because at this, Agatha titled her head slightly to grin devilishly up at the younger witch.

"Are you honestly trying to compete against Jane Austen for my attention?" The accusation was dripping with sweet smugness that always had Wanda just a little bit weak.

But two could play at that game and so she bent forward until they shared an intimate breath and Wanda could have just grazed the other lips had she moved that tiny bit closer. "That depends, is it working?".

Wanda awoke with a peculiar sensation squeezing tight around her heart. In that blissful moment in between realities, she swore she could just about feel the warmth of Harkness' lips on her own.

But like all good dreams, they faded away, leaving behind an empty void that she didnt know how to fill. Her heart yearned as she sat up among the chaos, ignoring the pain the shot through her body.

This had not been the first window into an alternate world in which she was loved by the dark witch and every time, they had always seemed so happy.

Wanda had no set destination as she conjured all her energy into teleporting, blinking through space. She would end up somewhere safe, if such a place existed.

She appeared in the middle of the road in an ungodly state, leaning her weight on the one leg that could bare it, bloodied and crushed more than just literally. The familiar street ironically welcomed her return to Westview and Wanda found it fitting that if the Scarlet witch could be born in this town she could die here too. Yet what confused her most was that this was her safe space.

The transportation spell had exhausted what felt like the very last of her power and Wanda nearly buckled feeling the magic seep from her veins.