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I wrote way more for this one than I was expecting...

[So far, Wanda's favorite memory was of the day you met her variant.] - Ooo I'm gonna like this memory!

["W-what? What girl, I don't-"] - Cuuuute!

["Wow, that's an interesting one." Redheaded Wanda teased] - Gotta make the babies somehow heh heh heh

["I suppose that's you trying to make a family."] - See, she gets it haha

This whole domestic scene is so cute... I'm waiting for the inevitable pain...

["These pictures on the wall, these fake memories-"] - Just ouch, a big ol' ouch...

["This life is not real, my love. You can't destroy this world for a corpse."] - Ouch...

["I love you so much, my dear. I would have loved this life."] - Oof, you're not gonna make me cry. No, nope...

["I will give my power to anyone, please don't make me..."] - Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry...

["Say goodbye to us, Y/N. For good this time." Wanda asks, and you realize that your daughters are standing beside each of her legs, and a sob breaks in your throat.] - Not the daughters... 🥺

["You guys are going for a walk with Mama, okay? You're going to behave, right?"] - Nu-uh... Nope...

[The next time you let go, there is no one in your arms.] - I'm good, I'm good...

["My this and my that, you always were so selfish, weren't you, Y/N?" Kaecillus interrupts with a wicked grin. " For your information, sacrificing your fake family was the least you could have done after what it caused around here!"] - Fuck you dude...

[Did you know that Miami is underwater? Or Panama and half of Chile?] - Oh...

[you are playing house with a corpse!"] - Uh uh, too soon...

[a guardian exists to destroy the Scarlet Witch, as it is written. But Wanda was already dead. You didn't fulfill the prophecy, but you don't even need to, because you never completed your forging and swore Oshtur your loyalty."] - Does this mean R has to kill the Wanda they're with now... But R never took the oath... But there isn't a Guardian in this Wanda's universe...? Hmm... Stop making me think... Haha

["When she died, I became the Scarlet Witch, didn't I?"] - But doesn't the fact that they're from different universe count...?

["A Guardian is destined to destroy the Scarlet Witch.] - Maybe destroy THAT PUS-

["But you already have." ... I'm just a replacement for her] - Eesh 😬 ouch...

[only has time to scream in surprise before Wanda pulls her by the arm outside] - Oh shit...

[a portal breaking in front of them - until she finds the world she wants to go to.] - Oh shit

[This is the right one.] - Oh shit...

[one of the irons forces its way around your neck] - 😬😬😬

["I am just keeping our deal."] - Aww 🥺

Bloody hell mate...

What a fucking chapter. Got me feeling EVERY emotion! That was tiring...

Well onto the next one!

But first...

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Nine

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: sexual mentions, angst || Words: 8.082k

A/N-> Hey dears, I'm going to make the uploads daily because my vacation is running out and I want to post this entirely before I go back to work. Attention to the angst of this chapter, I think things will improve from here. Italic texts are memories/flashbacks.

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Chapter Nine - A Shattered Home

Wanda should be asleep, but since what happened earlier, she has become even more worried.

Your magic had muffled Chthon's voices, but as she tried to fall asleep, the first thing she dreamed of was your death. So she woke up in a jump and did her best to leave the cube quietly.

You should see a doctor the next day, and depending on what was said about your condition, find a solution as soon as possible. Wanda saw your sleeping figure on the top bed and felt her chest tighten, imagining the feeling of losing you too.

She pushed those thoughts away, and left the room, finding a train station that, although less busy, seemed as awake as day.

A lady passed by with a candy cart and offered her some food, and after not being able to eat anything all day, she accepted some sweet cookies and made her way to one of the edges, from where she could watch the trains coming and going from the station below.

About fifteen minutes later, you came out of the cube wearing a jacket and approached her.

"Hey, sweetheart." You greeted her, and Wanda - who could feel your presence even when she was on another continent, snuggled closer to your body as soon as you stopped next to her - turned her head and smiled in greeting, before turning her attention back to the trains. "How are you feeling?"

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you with a certain irony.

"I should ask you that question." She retorts, slipping her arm around your waist, and causing you to laugh softly. But it takes a moment for you to respond, your giggle turning into a long sigh.

"I feel kind of queasy."

Wanda swallows dryly. "Do you want to go back to sleep?"

"Nah, I have a promise to keep." You retort without hesitation.

"Y/N, we don't have to..."

"I want to." You interrupt her, rubbing your nose against hers affectionately and making her smile. "I wanna be honest with you."

Wanda nods, hugging you for a moment before pulling away, tugging you by the hand toward the small terrace she saw earlier on the way to the Cube.

You both sit on the grass - everything was so clean and cared for in that world that it surprised you sometimes - and sigh softly at the same time.

"I think we're in for a long night, so what do you say we let our astral projections do the work, while we look up at this beautiful starry sky?" You suggest, intertwining one of Wanda's hands with yours in your lap. She smiles, reaching up to give you a kiss on the cheek before snuggling in closer.

"That's a great idea." She whispers, looking up at the same moment as you.

So far, Wanda had seen a few dozen memories of your childhood during the few days you were staying at Carol Danvers' inn.

She found that eventually, Agamotto grew into you and convinced you to turn your anger into willpower, or whatever lesson he tried to teach you and you pretended to learn.

Wanda saw memories of your training - increasingly difficult and demanding - and of you finding out that your parents were living in the United States through a letter.

"I think you should go see them." One of your colleagues, when you must have been about 14 or 15, had commented during a training session. He was one of the other sorcerers who received Oshtur's blessing and was being trained as a Knight of the Order just like you.

Your younger version giggled as you defended yourself from the blow with a much more skillful move than when you were a child.

"If they hadn't sent us away, my brother would still be here." That's what you said before you attacked again. Your friend sighed wearily, trying to defend himself, but you were much faster and knocked him down without difficulty. Before you landed the last blow, another stick came in front of you and stopped the fight.

"Cheaters offend the honor of Oshtur" Declared the master, hitting you in the left leg and knocking you to your knees on the ground. He struck his staff again, and yours flew away, glowing runes becoming visible and then fading.

You grimaced. "What's the point of us having ways to be stronger and not being allowed to use it, Master Mordo?"

Mordo shook his head in disapproval. "You understand nothing about the morals of a Knight of the Order, foolish child."

Getting up, you ignored Mordo to help your friend to his feet, and the other boy seemed to be a bit taken aback by the interaction. "I just understand that even the gods will cheat, and foolish is not being prepared for it." That's what you mutter between teeth, before receiving a warning blow accompanied by the punishment command.

Mordo steps out in front, and your colleague pats you on the shoulder.

"He's just upset because you defeated his apprentice." He comments making you laugh.

Training memories were always like this, you doing something you shouldn't, from disobeying to using forbidden runes, and continuing to be the best fighter even while fighting honestly.

So far, Wanda's favorite memory was of the day you met her variant.

You were typically running away from training with Mordo, and sitting on a lower, more isolated balcony of the Kamar Taj, your legs swinging from the opening as you looked down toward a noisy camp.

"Watching the Romani again, Y/N?" Agamotto's voice made you stand up in fright, wiping some dust from your pants.

"Sorry, Master." You mumbled - and for the first time in many memories, you sounded embarrassed - with your head down. Agamotto gave a chuckle, the golden cape standing out in that late afternoon.

"You must have seen something interesting to skip your training for the third time this week alone." Says the master in a suggestive tone, and despite the soft pink appearing on your cheeks, you clear your throat.

"I just like the dances, Master." You mutter. "And they seem to have fun."

"Hmm, I imagine they do." Says the man approaching to take the seat you were previously sitting in. He does not lower himself but rests his hands on the edge to look down as well. He waits for you to join his side to speak again. "They must leave soon, their people never stay long in one place." He says, and you don't notice his curious eyes studying your reaction because you are becoming slightly crestfallen. "This may be your last chance to talk to the girl."

You raise your face in shock, your cheeks very red. "W-what? What girl, I don't-"

"You saw her this afternoon, didn't you? When you went to deliver the week's donations. I noticed your distraction all day."

You gave up denial, nodding and looking down, a group of colorful clothes dancing in circles, several candles lit all around while the others clapped their hands.

"At least ask her name, before you go to America." Your master says, offering you an encouraging smile.

You waited for Agamotto to enter the temple, and took a deep breath before sliding over the edge and climbing down until you reached the ground, jumping on the ground half panting.

A boy was running that way and was startled when you suddenly jumped up out of the dirt, and you widened your eyes because he practically teleported behind a rock, and you wouldn't have noticed his presence if you weren't a sorceress.

"Hey, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You tried clumsily, being able to hear his loud breathing even though he remained hidden. "I, um, don't mind if you're a mutant..."

"Pietro!" Someone called out from a distance, attracting your attention, and of course, your luck wasn't so good, because it had to be just the girl you were looking for.

The Pietro of your universe had bleached hair from childhood, and as soon as he ran close to the twin, you saw the silver flash hide behind the enraged little girl.

"Hey, are you harassing my brother?" She questioned angrily, and you quickly denied it, your face very red.

"N-no, I scared him but it was an accident-"

"Come, Pietro, let's go back to camp." She cut you off impatiently, and you exclaimed in desperation, taking a step forward when she turned around.

"No, wait! I just wanted to know your name."

The girl makes a suspicious face at you. "And why is that?"

But your cheeks flushed more, and you didn't answer. She let out an impatient sigh and turned around, and you let her go.

Wanda - the adult version - raised an eyebrow at you, a short smile on her lips.

"Did you get tongue-tied by seeing me?" She teased softly, and you let out a loud, embarrassed grumble.

"I was 15 and it was the most beautiful girl in the world, leave me alone." You retorted making her laugh softly.

"Don't worry, I thought it was cute." She says before focusing on the next memory.

Wanda watched the tense and confrontational meeting with parents who had no regrets about sending their mutant son away - though they still had guilt and grief over the loss, and your decision to try to be a family again in spite of everything.

Agamotto didn't like the idea of putting the Knight's training on the back burner, but he understood your connection to your family. But when the Avengers recruitment happened, and you reunited with Wanda, no one was happy with your complete lack of interest in returning.

There were many flashbacks of memories that ranged from the low prioritization of your lessons to you not showing up at all and Agamotto visiting the Tower as a last resort. Your first discussion with the master took place and you confessed to him that you had no desire to become a knight, and all the master answered in return was that he didn't recognize you anymore.

Your Wanda found you on the roof.

"That sounded pretty bad." She commented announcing her own arrival, and you quickly wiped away the tears. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I don't have much to say." You say with a weak smile, and once she is close enough, you slip your arms around her shoulders. "Between going to a temple full of old men telling me what to do or think and stay with the most special girl in the whole world , the choice is pretty obvious no?"

Although Wanda blushes at your compliment, she frowns slightly. "But Y/N, if it is your destiny..."

"My destiny is you, Wanda Maximoff." You whisper leaning your forehead against hers. "You will always be my priority." You assured before bringing your mouths together.

Despite these sweet moments and the vows you made to her, Wanda watched the memories of arguments and conflicts increase over the years. There was a very deep complicity and devotion between you two, but there was also a lot of guilt and emotional dependence.

When you began to fail a lot on missions, both because of your ruthless nature and the fact that you were a different kind of sorcerer and had simply abandoned your training, your Wanda insisted that you return to the Kamar Taj.

"I don't understand why you are bringing up this subject again!" You complained impatiently as you walked out of the shower room with a towel around your body. You were in the bedroom of the apartment you shared with Wanda, and the girl was sitting on the bed with a very annoyed expression.

"Y/N, you blew Bucky's metal arm off-"

"It was an accident!" You interrupted in the same tone, throwing the towel on the bed to put on your underwear. "He's fine and no one was hurt."

"You're losing control of your magic!" She insists impatiently, moving to hold your shoulders because you refuse to look at her, and despite the grimace, you don't reject her touch. "Please listen to me, okay? I'm getting worried about you. How long has it been since you've slept properly? You can barely watch a soccer game without destroying the TV, you can't drive anymore because you get too nervous, and you've burned our car six times and-"

"Wanda, I'm not going back to that place, I don't want that life anymore."

"What life?" She questions pleadingly. "We are already superheroes! I'm just asking you to look for help to stop hurting others and-"

"Hurt others?" You cut her off, pulling away from her touch. "Oh, good Wanda, I get it. All I do is cause you trouble so you're sending me away to make me someone else's responsibility."

"I never said that." Wanda retorts indignantly, but you ignore her to finish putting on your clothes. "Y/N."

You only look at her when you already have your shoes in hand. "Don't wait up for me."

Wanda's eyes well up with tears, but for the most part, she is just as stubborn and proud as you are, so she watches you leave and slam the door.

"My god, you two were impossible." The redheaded Wanda commented beside you, managing a soft chuckle.

"You mean you."

She rolled her eyes with amusement. "I think I would have tied you to the bed until you quit being stubborn."

"Hmm, kinky." You mutter and she laughs throwing her head back and slapping you on the shoulder.

"Shut up."

A very drunk Jean Grey that you invited over for beers put a little reason in your head by saying that you couldn't screw things up with someone who was only concerned for your safety and whom you loved dearly, so you came home at three in the morning, determined to apologize and found the place empty.

"I left you?" Wanda asked in shock as she watched the memory of you sitting on the floor of the empty apartment, and you sighed softly.

"Yep, but I kind of deserved it." You retorted shrugging your shoulders. "Besides, you left a letter. You said that as long as I wasn't healthy, we couldn't happen. It wouldn't be fair to you, or her, to watch it. So I went back to the Kamar Taj."

With that, new flashes of memory began. Wanda was happy to watch your relationship come together as you got better and went back to training, even harder than before.

"Oww, you proposed to me at the place we first met." Wanda commented excitedly as she saw the memory, and you laughed awkwardly, looking away from the memory to the girl next to you.

"Yeah, it was nice, right?" You ask, looking away for the small picnic behind Kamar Taj.

"It was beautiful." She says.

But things went off the rails when Thanos came to earth. You, now a Knight of the Order, received the emergency call to the Kamar Taj, and memories of the day of the Temple invasion flew high around you two.

Wanda watched as some of the members of the Black Order went about taking down the Knights one by one, and you destroyed Cull Obsidian before he could kill Agamotto for the stone in his neck.

"Master, is everything all right?" You asked breathlessly, with several bruises on your face, but pure concern as you rushed to help the standing man. Despite his thanks, Agamotto offered you a sad smile.

"Child, it is today that I say goodbye to you."

"W-what? No, master, we can still win-"

"Some things have already been written, Y/N." He says, and you shake your head in denial.

"Enough of this talk, Master." You retort to him would be. "Come on, shields up."

But your determination didn't do much good when the enraged Proxima Midnight found her brother's body and chased you around the temple.

You fought very well, but all it took was the mention of the Black Order's intention to reach the Avengers, and you hesitated for the time she needed to dig the weapon into your belly.

Wanda - the older version - covered her mouth in shock as she watched the scene even though she knew you were safe next to her, but maybe it was because the shot was so familiar.

When you fell, Agamatto released the stone from the necklace around his neck, and shouted to the Sorcerers to retreat, all conjuring a shield around you both.

Mordo yelled as he saw the master begin to draw runes at high speed around you, and move to place the stone on the one he drew above your wound.

"Master, she is not worthy!" Tried the man but Agamotto let out an annoyed grunt.

"Silence Mordo!" You shouted back, and more softly and as he set the stone down on your stomach, he said, "Any knight who fights honorably is worthy."

You cried out in pain as the stone pierced your wound, but your whole body vibrated afterward, a strong golden light taking over all the runes and then your eyes.

Agamotto kissed your forehead, and stood up, taking front in the row of Wizards who were almost losing strength in their shield spells as Black Order attacked the barrier.

"No matter the cost, do not interrupt the forge." He warns and raises his hands to join the barrier.

Wanda doesn't have to watch to know that Agamatto died that day, and when the memory switches between flashes from your consciousness during the fight, to his fall the moment you awoke, and of how you destroyed half the temple in a fit of rage with your new powers, Wanda doesn't interrupt you.

The next memory you show Wanda is of Agamotto's memorial, and it always breaks her heart to see you dressed completely in black.

Mordo approaches you at the edge of a Kamar Taj that has been partially rebuilt.

"My condolences, Master L/N." He says with a small reverence, and as you swallow dryly with eyes full of tears that you don't take away from the landscape, you reply:

"My condolences, Master Mordo." You repeat and sigh softly before saying. "No need to reel me in, you can say what you want to ask."

Mordo lets out a weak laugh. "It's nothing that can't wait for your mourning period."

"Well, send a letter to the Avengers Tower then." You say, and he frowns in surprise.

"Forgive me, but do you intend to return to New York?

It is your turn to frown in confusion.

"I live in New York, Mordo. My wedding is still scheduled." You retort with a confused laugh. "The invasion has been contained, life goes on in the world."

Mordo shakes his head in disbelief. "You were forged as a Guardian of the Order, Y/N. You must take the ancient oaths! You can't just walk away from your responsibilities!"

You let out an incredulous laugh. "Guardian of what, Mordo? Because all the knights, my friends, are dead. Thre’s no Order of Knights anymore. My Master is dead. I am guardian of nothing." You retort with emotion in your voice, thick tears in your eyes. "My only priority is my bride, she is the one I must protect now."

You wipe your face quickly and sniffle before turning to leave. Mordo tries, "They'll be back, Y/N. And when that happens, you will wish you had Oshtur's protection at your side."

"How many more oaths will we have to take before we realize that the gods don't give a damn about us?" You retort without waiting for an answer.

The memory shivered, and Wanda saw your adult version embrace yourself, and already knew what was coming.

The wedding was beautiful, but the fight that came after, not at all.

"I was thinking of buying a red truck." Wanda whispered under the small forge of blankets you made in the almost completely empty apartment - the boxes being slowly made for the move to the new house - and you, who were staring at the blanket, raised your eyes to her.

"I'm sorry I smashed up your car." You muttered, and she gives a small giggle.

"That's okay sweetheart, it was a tough meeting."

"But throwing Iron Man against your car didn't help the situation." You retort, and Wanda laughs again more softly, raising one of her hands to draw lines on your face.

"It's okay, he shouldn't have said what he said."

You settle better on the pillow. "What if he is right?" Your question made Wanda hesitate, and look into your eyes with a frown. You swallowed dryly but did not look away. "I've lost a lot of people already, Wanda. And I don't want to get into another fight to lose more."

"Baby..."

"You'll say it's our job."

Wanda sighs, nodding. "We can't turn our backs on our friends."

You give her a sad smile, but nod in agreement. "Can we pretend we're not superheroes tonight?"

Wanda gives a surprised smile, but comes closer, and closes her eyes along with you. "Alright. If we weren't superheroes, what would we be doing?"

"Finishing packing up the move to our new house instead of sorting out weapons for a fight." You reply and she sighs softly but does not contradict.

"If I wasn't a superhero, I'd be thinking about having a family with you."

The sentence makes you open your eyes, your cheeks half pink. "Wait, really?"

Wanda laughs embarrassedly, looking at you as well. "Of course, idiot. It's your turn."

You laugh contentedly, your eyes sparkling. "If I wasn't a superhero, I'd be thinking about having a family with you too," You whisper. "Also, I would be calculating all the logical options to make that happen." You joke in a mechanical voice getting a loud laugh from Wanda.

"Okay, Mind Stone, and what conclusion did you come to?"

"Of all the possibilities from adoption to insemination, I think the most logical one is for us to make magical babies." You whisper in a tone of false seriousness that makes Wanda burst out laughing.

"Well, maybe we should start on that." She says suggestively, and you laugh softly before breaking the distance.

Thanos was infinitely worse in your universe. It made sense that there were so many more heroes because if not, everything would have turned to ash in the first second.

She watched the fights go by at high speed, and when she had to watch you in tears holding her body, she interrupted.

"You don't have to show me that one." She whispered, and you sniffled slightly, forcing a smile.

"It's okay, it's not like it gets much better after that." You try to joke, but Wanda hugs you sideways, and the memories come flooding back.

The memorials are so frequent over the next few weeks that you don't even get to not wear black. And even the time you're sitting on an empty lot - the property she saw you buy during your engagement, intending to have a bigger place in a quiet neighborhood where you could build a family, imagining that when your knighthood training is over and you get married, that would happen - Wanda was finding it hard to keep the tears in her eyes.

You had a half-empty bottle of whiskey in your hands and a half-crumpled certificate of ownership in your lap, the words 'to grow happy and old in' scribbled in blurred pen on the end.

Unlike her Hex's creation, there was no explosion. You continued drinking with tears in your eyes as the earth around you began to vibrate.

"You're not feeling it?" Wanda asked confused as she watched the memory, and your older version denied it with her head, nodding forward.

"Look closer." You said, and Wanda didn't understand at first, but once she concentrated, she could see the magic you were expelling from your heart.

Golden strands jumped at high speed, both towards the ground and the sky, and unraveled in thousands from various directions, until everything around you began to shudder, and yet, no one noticed. Slowly, your house formed around you, and you were no longer sitting on the floor, but on a couch, and the drink in your hand was a soda. You blinked confusedly as if waking up from a nap and stretched.

"Honey, lunch is ready!" A voice warned from the kitchen, and you let out a short laugh.

"Is that a threat?" You shouted back, receiving a short laugh in return.

Westview's creation was so familiar that Wanda only let the tears flow. You slipped an arm around her.

The memories of happy days floated at high speed in your eyes, many that made you let out affectionate smiles. Others that made you blush hard, like the one of Wanda’s variant riding your strap.

"Wow, that's an interesting one." Redheaded Wanda teased as soon as the memory focused in front of you two: the loud moans and the image of large breasts covered only by curly hair became clear.

You let out an embarrassed grunt, but when you tried to change the memory, it only ended with one of you on your knees to brunette Wanda in the kitchen.

The redhead next to you chuckled loudly at your clumsy, and you grumbled again, failing again to switch to a memory of you fucking your wife from behind.

"I suppose that's you trying to make a family." The witch teased, and you finally managed to focus on the memory of a pregnant Wanda on the couch.

“Very funny.” You mutter embarrassed.

The playful mood from before completely faded as soon as the little twins were home, a sigh escaping your lips at the image of the babies again.

"What if I forget who's who?" you ask Wanda sitting next to you, and despite pinching you in the ribs, she laughs softly.

"You just need to remember that Annie doesn't have her ears pierced, darling." Wanda comments, settling the baby she is holding for you to look at. You let out a short laugh.

"Oh, yes, I forgot that she turned yellow. Only little Hallie behaved herself at the ear-piercing time, didn't she, my little love?" You say in a childish voice, making the baby on your lap giggle, and your wife smiles affectionately at you.

"You are such a dork"

"Yes, but I am your dork."

"Yeah, you are."

The memory shuddered because you interrupted it. Wanda looked at you curiously, but seeing your serious face, she didn't question.

You no longer focused on your life in Westview - Wanda only saw in high speed the girls growing up, you and her variant in normal jobs, and a quiet suburban life for long minutes as the years passed - until you focused on a memory in your backyard.

You were fixing a colorful bicycle, and you raised your eyes from the task, assuming a confused expression upon seeing the sorcerer there.

"Greetings, Y/N." He greeted politely, and you wiped some of the gravel on your clothes before greeting him.

"Mordo, good to see." You said gently. "To what do I owe the visit?"

He gave a short laugh, half surprised. "Well, I suppose you don't have a television." He joked but you only offered him a confused expression. "Y/N, the world is kind of chaotic. I've come to extend a work invitation."

You give a humorless laugh, crossing your arms. "Look, Mordo, I appreciate the visit, but if you came just for that, I must say you've wasted your time. Wanda and I are retired."

He blinked in confusion. "Wanda?"

"Yeah, she went to take the girls to school, actually. Like I said if there's anything else..."

"No, don't worry." He cuts off half hesitantly but forces a smile. "I already know what I needed to know. It was good to see you again, Y/N. Sorry for wasting your time."

Memories become more unstable after that, shattered.

"What's going on?" Wanda asks worriedly, and you swallow dryly before answering:

"When Charles Xavier, a telepath from my universe, intervened to try to get me out of the fantasy, my magic fought back. My memories began to fragment as the fantasy broke down, and it wasn't until he involved my Wanda that I finally accepted what had happened."

The surroundings became your home again, an image of you coming home from work to a flooded floor made you frown in concern.

"Darling?" You called out, leaving your briefcase on the desk and running upstairs. "Girls?"

But the house was empty, and you couldn't find the source of the water upstairs, so you run downstairs after searching through everything.

And when you stepped downstairs, the day had changed. Your daughters were on the couch watching television, and the floor was dry. You gulped immediately, but when your wife called you from the kitchen, you went over in hesitant steps.

"Wanda, a strange thing has just happened..." You started but fell silent when you found Wanda staring at the faucet leaking water on the floor, and beginning to wet the kitchen. "Wanda?" You called out worriedly, moving one hand to turn off the faucet, and using the other to turn it towards you. You let out an exclamation as you felt the temperature of her skin. "Wanda, you're freezing. Why are you barefoot? Hell, come on you need to warm up."

You grew more nervous when the day changed again, an expression of confusion and fear taking over your face, which only got more agonizing when you couldn't find your daughters on the couch, and the decorations in the house had changed again.

Still, you moved Wanda in front of the fireplace, kneeling beside her and pulling a blanket from the couch to place on her shoulders.

"Here darling, it will get better." You murmured hurriedly, moving your arms down and up against hers to try to warm her. "Wanda, what's going on, where are the girls?"

Wanda blinked confusedly at you. "What girls?"

"Our daughters, Wanda." You told her with concern in your voice, caressing her cheek. "Annie and Hallie, darling. They were in the living room and-"

"We don't have daughters, Y/N." Wanda interrupted with a mixed expression of confusion and disbelief, pulling away from your touch a little to look around. "Where am I?"

"Our home, Wanda. What...what's wrong? Did you hit your head or something?"

Wanda shook her head in denial, pushing your hand away.

"No, that doesn't make sense." She said with emotion in her voice, beginning to despair. "We were fighting, Thanos tried to steal your stone and-"

"Honey, that was five years ago. We won! We won and I was able to save you and-"

"No, Y/N." Wanda cuts in standing up, her voice loud and frightened, and you do the same, looking at her with hesitation. "I saved you. Y/N can't you remember?"

"Wanda, what..." She began to cry, hugging her own body, and you shushed to hug her on instinct, but Wanda pushed you hard. "Honey, please, you're scaring me."

"I'm dead, Y/N!" She shouted and you took a step back in shock and confusion, thick tears in your eyes as you shook your head. "Can't you see it? Can't you feel it? I'm dead!"

"No, no, stop saying that..."

The house began to shake, and Wanda stopped crying as she buried her hands in her face for a moment. You would have raised your hand to reach her if two children hadn't run from the kitchen to your legs.

"Hey, darlings, I'm talking to Mama now, go to your room, okay?" You try, but the little girls only squeeze harder. Wanda looks at you with puffy eyes.

"What is this, Y/N?"

"Honey, don't scare the girls." You ask in a shaky voice, but Wanda gives a tearful laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Don't you realize that you can't even feel them?"

You frown in confusion but look down. And you choke as you realize that although greenish eyes look at you fondly, and two pairs of arms are clasped around your legs, there is no touch. You stumble away, and your daughters disappear.

"W-what..."

Wanda ignores your shock to look around, her eyes and hands turning scarlet.

"What's all this, Y/N?" She asks with a bitterness in her voice that makes you shudder. "These pictures on the wall, these fake memories-"

"Don't say that."

The house begins to crumble as Wanda uses her magic and you raise your hand in the air, asking her to stop, but you don't fight the destruction.

When only an empty lot can be seen, Wanda stops and gestures in the air for you to see the number of golden threads coming out of that lot and from you in all directions.

You let out an exclamation, touching your own chest, but it continues to expel.

"What the hell?" You gasp and shudder as you find your red irises filled with tears.

"You need to let me go, honey." Wanda says much more gently now, raising a hand to your face. "It's painful to be here."

"I don't.... what..."

"It's time, Y/N." She whispers. "This life is not real, my love. You can't destroy this world for a corpse."

You grabbed her arms, and though you shuddered at the temperature, your expression was hard. "Don't say that! Y-you're not dead!"

Wanda offers you a tearful smile, tracing lines on your face as she used to do. "I will love you in all my lives, but this one is over. You deserve more than a dream."

You sobbed, shaking your head. "No, Wanda, please, I just want to be with you."

She gasps softly, thick tears that match your own slipping down her face. "Darling, feel what you are doing to this world by keeping me here. You need to let me go."

It took a moment, but you did as she asked. Your eyes turned golden, and you took your eyes from her to your surroundings, being able to observe the cracks of instability the magic was causing in your reality, and being able to feel the agony of those you subjugated. You let go of Wanda, falling to your knees in a sob. She sighs deeply, and lowers herself to the same height, her hands going to your face.

"You need to do just one last thing, my dear." She whispers caressing your cheek. "You need to guide my forge."

You blink in confusion. "W-what?"

"Y/N, I don't have the power to tidy up your mess." She says as gently as she can. "And you can't fix order with more order. Only I can set them free."

You swallow dryly, blinking in confusion, "B-but I don't know how to do that."

"Don't worry, my dear, I will guide you."

Wanda helps you to stand, and when you do, passes your arms around her. "It will be like our wedding dance. Close your eyes."

But you only took a little more than two steps to the side, before Wanda - who was humming a song in Romani that you didn't know and had a hand on your back - opened her eyes glowing in scarlet. You let out a gasping sigh as you felt a strong burning in your back, and shuddered against her.

"It hurts Wanda." You whispered, but she didn't loosen her grip, and you could feel your shirt getting wet.

"I know, baby, I can feel it." She says back. "I'm so sorry."

She mutters words in a language you don't know, and the next moment, you grunt in pain and lose the strength in your body, falling to your knees in the grass.

"It's done." Wanda spoke, but it was not to you, but rather to someone else coming at the entrance of the house.

You, half out of breath, look at Professor Xavier approaching with Mordo and immediately go on the defensive.

You attack the Sorcerer first, throwing him meters away without difficulty, but Wanda forces your face back into hers as you go to attack Charles.

"Enough, Y/N, no more fighting. No more lies." She says, and you sob softly. "They are here to help us."

"They took you from me."

"No, Y/N, I died a long time ago, you know that." Wanda says low and touches your face. "It's time to kill this fantasy too."

But you only sob, and even as Wanda begins to use chaos magic to balance your universe again, you only hug your knees.

She comes back to you at what seems like an eternity later and touches your hands until you look at her again.

"Just one more piece." She says softly, bringing her hand to the height of your chest. The other goes to your cheek, and she offers you a sweet smile. "I love you so much, my dear. I would have loved this life."

You sniffle, and when you speak, it comes out breathless both from crying and from Wanda's magic neutralizing the order in your chest. "You would never have let me pierce a baby's ear."

Wanda giggles, her eyes filled with tears. "Nor would I have let you buy a guitar to let it grow old in the basement." She retorts making you laugh weakly as well. After a moment, her expression turns more serious. "Do you see now, my love? The flaws in this false life?"

You want to cry again, but you nod. "Forgive me, Wanda."

"I would have done the same thing if I had lost you."

There is no way of knowing, so all you do to offer her is a small smile. She lets out a tired sigh, getting up, and you take your cue to do the same.

"You're the one who has to let me go, Y/N." Wanda says, and only after a moment does you understand, and you sob, denying it with your head.

"N-no, not that. I won't-"

Wanda puts her hands on your face, trying to calm you down. "My love, I'm so, so sorry." She says caressing your cheeks. "I am a Scarlet Witch forged by a Guardian of the Order. Only you can do this. It can't be anyone else."

"Wanda, I can't, please-"

"I'm already dead, Y/N. It will be like putting me to sleep." She tries and you only sob harder, hugging her. "Honey, say goodbye. Things will only balance when I'm gone."

"I will give my power to anyone, please don't make me..."

"Y/N, it has to be you." It is Charles' voice that finally intervenes sounding as crestfallen as you are. Wanda releases you so you look at him. "Wanda doesn't exist anymore. I can only see her because I am in your mind. No one else is capable of fighting her."

You look at Wanda in horror, but she only caresses your cheek.

"Say goodbye to us, Y/N. For good this time." Wanda asks, and you realize that your daughters are standing beside each of her legs, and a sob breaks in your throat.

You lower yourself to their height, and even though you can't feel them, you hug them tight.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Annie asks confused, and you sniffle as you shake your head.

"It's nothing, honey." You say. "Mommy will just miss you."

"Where are we going?" Hallie asks suspiciously, and even though your heart breaks, you force a smile at her.

"You guys are going for a walk with Mama, okay? You're going to behave, right?"

Annie and Hallie exchange mischievous glances, but they nod, and you hug them one last time before rising to Wanda.

"I don't know how to..."

"Just hold me. Don't think too much, and just do it. Remove the forge, and I will go." Wanda interrupts as you explain, and you swallow dryly before nodding. She offers you a tearful smile before you hug her.

The next time you let go, there is no one in your arms.

The memory ends, and Wanda slips her arms around you, making you sigh softly before hugging her back.

"I'm sorry."

"I get the impression that when I killed her, your Westview happened." You mutter and Wanda frowns in confusion, loosening her grip to look at you.

"What are you talking about?"

"Let's look at one last memory. Before we check out America."

Wanda was going to say she's seen enough for today, not wanting to prolong your suffering at reviewing so many tragedies, but her curiosity and your assured look make her agree.

The last memory begins in a dark cell. You are wearing magic chains on your arms and ankles, and hugging your knees. A pile of trays of rotten, untouched food grows next to the wall.

The door opens, and a sorcerer in a black robe enters.

"I have been waiting to see you in one of these since the day I saw you murder your brother." Kaecillius says but you don't react to his teasing, though he knows you're not asleep by the way you shrink a little more. "What, no comeback?"

"What do you want, master?" You grumble between teeth, and he gives a weak laugh as he takes the free seat at the other end of the room.

"Master? Wow, did they put you under some kind of manners spell?" He mocks laughing at his own joke. "Or, let me guess, guilt is corroding you into submission."

An irritated grunt escapes, and the chains in your hand vibrate. Kaecillius lets out another laugh.

"There she is." He sneers, and you sigh wearily before raising your eyes to him.

"Just tell me what you want."

"I, Miss L/N, wanted to be enjoying my retirement on the Barramas." He says adjusting his cape. "But you see, your little dollhouse spell has ruined this universe to the point where even the most obnoxious Sorcerers are needed to straighten the balance."

"I've already made things right." You retort angrily, receiving an argued grimace in return. "Charles and Mordo guided my arrest, they have already testified about Westview and my sacrifice and-"

"My this and my that, you always were so selfish, weren't you, Y/N?" Kaecillus interrupts with a wicked grin. " For your information, sacrificing your fake family was the least you could have done after what it caused around here!"

You grunt angrily, but Kaecillius doesn't flinch. "What, you want me to lie? For me to tell you nice stories, or pat you on the back and say, congratulations on letting your dead wife rest in the afterlife. No, child! Every second of your fantasy has opened a crack in space-time. At first, Kamar Taj thought they were dark sorcerers like me, do you realize the treatment we received? Covens all over the world were dismantled, witches marginalized, no one could find a guilty party. Then came the beasts! And the natural disasters. Did you know that Miami is underwater? Or Panama and half of Chile? And while these people were losing their lives, you are playing house with a corpse!"

You shuddered at the screams, hiding your face between your legs again. Kaecillius took a deep breath to calm himself.

"I came here to offer you the chance to right your wrongs." He declares after a moment, and it takes another for you to raise your face, thick tears in your eyes, to him.

"How?"

He clears his throat. "You are still the most powerful Sorceress in this universe, Y/N. And you still have the Mind Stone to help you form the solutions." He says. "I'll put you in charge of fixing everything."

You swallow dryly, frowning softly. "I thought... I thought sacrificing Wanda would fix everything."

"This is exactly why Mordo didn't want you as Guardian, you understand nothing of your own nature." Complains the other. "A Guardian to a Scarlet Witch, one shouldn't exist without the other! How many classes have you been missing?"

"Wanda told me that I needed to let her go-"

"Yes, because she was dead!" Kaecillus interrupted in frustration. "And Mordo still told us that you, a guardian, forged her as the Scarlet Witch, didn't you? I can hardly imagine the wrath of the gods over that. But that's for another day because we have bigger problems here. Get this clear once and for all, Y/N, a guardian exists to destroy the Scarlet Witch, as it is written. But Wanda was already dead. You didn't fulfill the prophecy, but you don't even need to, because you never completed your forging and swore Oshtur your loyalty."

You frown, absorbing his words. "B-but what am I supposed to do now?"

"After all you've done? The only thing, come on. Go clean up your mess." Kaecillius says. "Your magic must be monitored, but don't worry, we'll make good use of your powers."

Kaecillius stands up, wiping the dust from his robes. "And so, do we have an agreement, or can I tell everyone that you would rather your wife's second death meant nothing?"

"Fuck you Kaecillius."

He laughs with gusto. "I knew you still had it in you, Y/N. Deal?"

You roll your eyes, but raise your hand to him. "Deal."

The memories start to flow between the long days of working to tidy up your universe, but Wanda stumbles back and in the blink of an eye, you are back in your bodies on the terrace of the train station.

You blink a little trying to get used to your surroundings again, and Wanda gets up first, looking very upset. You hurry to get up and approach her.

"Hey, Wands, I know it's a lot but-"

"When she died, I became the Scarlet Witch, didn't I?" Wanda asks with an indecipherable expression, following your same line of thought as before. You sigh.

"I don't know." You say sincerely. "It may have happened when I received Oshtur's blessing as a Knight, or it may have happened when I let her go. I wish I had all the answers, Wanda, but I really don't."

Wanda shook her head, her eyes filled with tears.

"What you know is enough, Y/N." She says in an accusatory tone. "A Guardian is destined to destroy the Scarlet Witch. There is no future for us."

You swallow dryly, shaking your head. "Wanda, I would never do that, I would never-"

"But you already have." She retorts, tears streaming down her face. "And you did it with your wife. I'm just a replacement for her, so it's going to be even easier."

"Wanda, don't say that!"

But she turns her back on you, and though you try to go after her, and even get in her way, she can't hear you anymore, Chthon's ironic laughter is the only sound in her ears.

Wanda rips the Cube door off without difficulty with her magic, and you let out an exclamation, trying to grab her by the shoulders. She grunts in annoyance and enchants a bicycle stand to pin you to the wall.

America wakes up with the commotion and only has time to scream in surprise before Wanda pulls her by the arm outside, where she has enough room to conjure a portal into an open place.

You let out an exclamation, but witness Wanda enchanting the girl's mind - a portal breaking in front of them - until she finds the world she wants to go to.

This is the right one.

With Chthon's whisper of approval, Wanda steps forward, only to see the world change again.

She blinks in confusion, but as she looks at America, she notices the scarlet magic fused with golden threads. She looks at you with indignation, raising her free hand so that one of the irons forces its way around your neck, and though the gold wavers in your eyes, you don't stop altering the worlds.

"Y/N, don't make me hurt you." Wanda asks between teeth, increasing the pressure.

You give her a short, tired laugh, and Wanda can see the blood beginning to trickle down your nose, hesitating a little.

"I am just keeping our deal." You tell her, and with a pained grunt, you free yourself from the irons with a short golden blast, not giving Wanda much time to react as you run towards her and push her and America into the portal.

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#rulers of the multiverse #randomshyperson

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