in another life | wanda maximoff x fem!reader

okay... so it's been a while.... i am going to try to finish this story before school starts again though!

also, I started a scarlizzie story if anyone is interested! it's called To Have Forever, go check it out :D

so without further note, enjoy the chapter! 

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There was nothing worse than trying your best to get your life back together, then having it all rip apart again. Wanda found herself back on the temple, her eyes closed as she tried to find the universe she was pushed out of. It wasn't working, it was as if something was blocking her from finding it.

And when she closed her eyes again to try to find another universe to hopefully find America, or at least find her way back to her Y/n, Wanda found that everything was weirdly white. It was as if she was back in her own mind, and maybe she was.

Taking a caution step forward, Wanda heard her own footsteps echoing the empty space. There was a door in front of her, and before she could think more about it, she pulled it open. What's the worst thing her own mind could do to her, right?

As soon as Wanda took that first step, the white completely faded and she found herself back in the house at Westview. Scarlet Witch, or Scarlet as Wanda had started calling her, was sitting leg crossed on the sofa. Cautiously, Wanda approached her.

"I can hear you, you know?" Scarlet spoke up, glancing back at Wanda, who flashed her a sheepish grin. "This is my mind as much as it is yours. So really, we should do what Y/n says and bond or become one, or whatever before the Darkhold does worse. Because I don't know how long I can hold back the influence of the Darkhold."

Wanda took a seat beside Scarlet, watching the sitcom that's playing on the TV in front of them. It was weird, sitting with another one of her. But at the same time, it wasn't really herself she was sitting with, it was... another part of her soul?

"Is there a reason you pull me in here? Or not? Because I actually can't remember what I was supposed to be doing..." Wanda trailed off, frowning at her lack of memory from what she was doing. It had something to do with searching through universe and-

"You were looking for America Chavez," Scarlet supplied, pausing the sitcom midway to turn towards Wanda. "We want to hurt her. But we don't have to. We both know she mean something to Y/n, she's her little sister. But the Darkhold want us to haunt her down, kill her, get her power. But we know better, Wanda. We can be better."

Wanda stared at Scarlet in front of her, so sure of herself, yet a shiver of fear seems to be present in her posture. It was as if she herself was scared of the Darkhold, of what it could do to them if it ever controlled them again. Scarlet spoke up again when Wanda failed to formulate a response. "We can fight it, Wanda. I know we can. I don't know what would happen if the Darkhold hits again. I don't think we'll be able to get up after that."

"Why are you talking about the Darkhold like it is a person?" Wanda frowned.

A sigh escaped Scarlet's lips. "You really know nothing about the Darkhold, do you?"

"I..." Wanda struggled to formulate a response. "I mean I know what it is. I stole it from Agatha. She did say I could go to her if I ever need help, or answer, or whatever. But I am not going to do that, because there is no way I'm doing that. So I guess-"

"You know nothing about the Darkhold," Scarlet deadpanned. "Yeah, I know. No matter how many issues you can come up with, it's nothing going to change that fact."

Wanda sighed, reluctantly agreeing with what Scarlet was saying. "So, can you tell me anything? Or do you want me to guess?"

"The Darkhold was created by ancient magic," Scarlet explained, leaning back against the sofa. "I believe it was created by ancient magic. I was born when the Darkhold was created, but I was a myth, no one really believed me."