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hxney-lemcn · 10 months

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Just Let Me Help — Eleventh Doctor x gn! reader

summary: Getting injured on a mission leads reader to question their relationship with the Doctor. He will do his most to help them, even if he'll get hurt in doing so.

tw: Hurt/comfort (lots of comfort), injury, blood (alien blood but still)

a/n: I love him sm and he needs someone who is also immortal 😭😭😭 Also, I need more alien reader with the doctor </3

wc: 1.7k

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(This can be stand alone, but the first part can be read here)

“Are you two like…a thing?” Rory asked. I was surprised at how well Rory handled everything, and how he even seemed to start to warm up to the Doctor.

I looked up from watching the Doctor work underneath the console of the Tardis, “Who? The Doctor and I?”

“Well…yeah,” Rory replied back awkwardly.

“Oh, uh, no. Just old friends,” I shrugged, his awkwardness falling onto me.

I can’t lie, I had fallen for the Doctor ages ago. No matter how he looked, how he acted, he would always be my beloved Doctor. And he never failed to fall on my doorstop, no matter where I went. He was the cure to my loneliness, someone who’d always be there, even if he was out traveling through time and space. I left my planet for a reason, and the Doctor understood. We were both outcasts in our own sense, and we’ve created a bond because of it.

“Could you hand me the wrench, dear?” The Doctor spoke up, oblivious to the conversation but also not helping my point.

“Right,” Rory replied skeptical. I rolled my eyes while simultaneously leaning down and handing the Doctor his wrench.

“His new regeneration is just affectionate, okay?” I whispered, feeling like I had to defend myself.

“Thanks dear,” The Doctor thanked, squeezing my hand gently in thanks before letting go completely.

“I didn’t say anything,” Rory replied, hands held up in mock surrender. I could see the glint in his eyes still.

“Shut up,” I pouted slightly. The Doctor's childishness has seemed to rub off on me.

“What are you two babbling about?” Amy asked, coming into the console room.

“Speculating about relationships,” The Doctor chimed up. I didn’t even realize he was walking up the stairs. Even so, I couldn’t help but admire how cute he looked with his goggles sitting in his hair. I tensed, feeling flustered that he caught on, even though I didn’t say anything wrong, or to show my feelings, I still felt like I was caught in a lie.

“Speculating?” I asked. “I was clarifying.”

The Doctor paused midstep, raked his eyes over my figure, an emotion I couldn’t place held in his gaze. He continued to the console like nothing even happened and clapped his hands.

“Where to now?”

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“What are you doing!” The Doctor shouted, rushing towards me.

I gritted my teeth in pain as the Mihrol bit into my arm. With my other three arms, I tried to pry its jaw open. Mihrol were violent creatures, aggressive. I didn’t blame it, it wasn’t conscious of its own actions, only acting on its instincts. But it was going to attack the Doctor, so I decided to step in the way.

In fact, I felt bad for the creature. Even with its teeth bared into my arm, its fate was set as soon as it ingested my blood. Perhaps…I shouldn’t have stepped in the way, as I was now a danger to anyone who tried to help. I couldn’t stop the pathetic whimper as the Mihrol’s body slumped, and its jaw weakened enough for me to pry it off. Glittery blue blood continued to seep from my arm as the others got to me.

“Stop!” I shouted as Rory tried to approach me.

“I’m a nurse!” He argued. “I can help.”

“No you can’t,” The Doctor said calmly, stepping in between his companions and I. “They’re a Zeknil. Blue blood littered with cleythil, a poison that can penetrate even the thickest of skin. It's why they’re blood glitters so brilliantly.”

I clutched my injured arm, stepping back, “I’ll need to take care of this on my own.” The Doctor stepped close to me and I glared at him, “That means no Doctor or nurse.”

“I can help you,” The Doctor whispered. “Its effects are severely diluted. There’s a reason why Zeknil’s and Gallifrey’s stuck together for all those years.”

“I won’t take that chance,” I shook my head. “Besides, you have a better chance of finding another Zeknil than finding the cure.”

I watched as frustration danced across his eyes the longer we argued, but I held my ground. I will not lose the one person that is supposed to be by my side forever. Not to anyone else, and definitely not because of my own choices.

“Go to the Tardis,” Doctor ordered Amy and Rory. “Tell her of the situation and she’ll lead you to a specific kit. Grab it and bring it to us.”

“You’re overreacting,” I grumbled. Ripping off a piece of my shirt and holding it to the wound to stop the bleeding. “It's gonna take a lot more to kill me than a bite.”

He stayed quiet, eyes trailing the path of my blood, up to my wound, then finally meeting my eyes. I felt my own heart break at the unshed tears he held. At that moment, I realized exactly what I meant to him. How I would’ve felt if he would’ve been hurt instead. The want to help the one you love, the need to not see them in pain.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, feeling that familiar pressure before you cry.

“At least you would be able to tend to me,” He laughed dryly, a tear rolling down his eye. “I wouldn’t have minded that.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me, the other option having been to cry, “Of course that’s what you say now. If you got hurt you would’ve been whining at me the entire time. I had to save myself from that.”

He laughed with me. Finally the others came back and I opened up this special kit and my eyes widened when I realized it was a first aid kit from my planet. I stared up at the Doctor in shock, but quickly went to tend to my wounds. I quite like how the bandages from my planet would meld to the injury just how you needed it to. Much better than human ones. As soon as that was all fixed up, I cleaned the blood from me as best as I could.

“Back to the Tardis everyone!” The Doctor exclaimed cheerfully, but I could tell that he was hiding his true emotions. “Best we get situated.”

“Shouldn’t we go back-”

“No, no, the threat is gone, the village is safe,” He waved Amy off, eyes never leaving me as we walked back to the Tardis.

When we entered, I went straight to my room. I needed to decompress, think. Whether it was the loss of blood, or the hot weather of the planet we were just on, my head felt fuzzy, thoughts running rampant.

The shower seemed to help me focus a bit more. Although they were things I didn’t want to focus on. That moment…the look in his eyes…it was such a powerful emotion. Like how I felt for him. But he couldn’t love me, not like how I loved him. He’s had many human companions that he’s fallen for when the two of us knew each other. And Rose…their love was something that transcended time and space. I didn’t hold a candle to her…not that she doesn’t deserve to be special. She was an amazing human, one of the few companions of the Doctor’s I got to meet.

I shook my head, I need to rest. Turning off the shower, I got into something comfortable before laying down in the room he’s provided me. In the morning, I should regenerate all my blood and my wound should be nearly fully healed. Hence why my race is seen as immortal. Our cells regenerate so fast that we live for thousands of years.

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The smell of freshly cooked food woke me up. It smelled like one of my favorite meals from my home planet. Opening my eyes, I looked toward the source to see the Doctor himself placing a tray of food on the nightstand.

“Hello,” I muttered, sitting up with a yawn.

“Oh!” He replied startled. “Hello, good morning, how do you do?” He rambled on a few more greetings before he stopped.

“Is this how you’re going to tend to me?” I asked without realizing until a few ticks later. It was too late now, I already said it…and I was a bit curious.

A soft look made its way onto his sharp features, “Of course, dear. Anything and everything you want, just name it.”

My heart stuttered and constricted at the same time. Little does he know that he’s all I want, and I’m sure it's the one thing he can’t give. I shook my head softly, teasing but also dismissing his admission. I went to grab the tray but he batted my hand, taking the tray himself and sitting on the edge of my bed.

“Now now,” He tutted. “I’m here to tend to you, open wide.”

“I’m not a child,” I huffed, lightly glaring at him.

Nudging my face with the fork filled with food, he pouted, “Just indulge me.”

We stared at each other for a few more seconds, but his puppy dog eyes won me over and I hesitantly opened my mouth. His smile brightened as he continued to feed me while talking about whatever came to mind. Things he’d think I’d like, planets we could visit, foods I had to try. For a second, it made me feel special. Not special as in one of the few Zeknil left. Not special as in the species that worked hand in hand with Gallifrey from the start. I felt special to him. A dangerous feeling indeed.

“Let me help you,” The Doctor requested as I lifted my injured arm.

“You know I can’t let you,” I sighed. “The bandage is bloodied and I won’t chance you getting fucking poisoned because of me.”

“Language,” He murmured half-heartedly which caused me to chuckle lightly.

I let out a sigh, “How about this. I take off the bandage, clean up any residue blood, and if I deem it safe enough I’ll let you do the rest. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I did my part, my guess last night being accurate. My wound was almost fully healed, I probably didn’t even need to replace the bandage, but I let the Doctor do what he felt he needed to. His touch was so gentle, making sure he didn’t harm me any more than I already was. Once again my heart stuttered as he laid a gentle kiss on top of the new bandage.

“There you go,” He muttered. “All better.” “Thank you, Doctor.” I emphasized his name. “You really do live up to your name.”

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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Hi, can I beg you for the 11 doctor x nonbinary reader? About maybe how the doctor helps them with their dysphoria and/or family issues (makes them comfortable or something like that)? I would seriously appreciate it because I need something like that right now....

Hey! So I will say that I struggled with how to write this one and finally decided to do a “would include” type fic for your request. I hope this helps <3

The 11th Doctor coming with you to family events would include...

Warning: toxic family dynamics, degradation

- You would be trying to prepare him for weeks, explaining your family dynamics, assuring him that the things he might witness were totally normal.

- The doctor never quite seemed to understand why all this information was important. “Yes, yes, yes, I’ve got it. Aunt Ruby is a bore, cousin Albert thinks he’s the best thing to walk the earth and your mom is nosier than me. Why should all this matter? You’re grown up enough, aren’t you?” He would stop and think about it, looking at you. “You are grown up enough, right? I won’t be charged with kidnapping or something, will I?”

- You took hold of his jacket and looked him in the eye. “Just don’t, say anything. All right?”

- He just regarded you. “Never seen you this worked up before.”

- You didn’t answer him. You never did. You just kept trying to prepare him for the inevitable.

- When the day of the event came, you and the doctor got all dressed up and walked in only a few minutes late.

- Which was when it all began.

- “So, your mother told me you ran off to be a tramp or something. Who’s this?”

- “Didn’t think I’d see you here, sweetheart. Where did you get those clothes, the thrift store?”

- “I see you’re still not married. If I were you, I’d settle down with the doctor here. Before it’s too late.”

- “How are your studies coming along? Your mother told me you were traveling with the doctor here. Wouldn’t you say it’s time to return to the real world and focus on what matters?”

- The questions and comments went on for three hours.

- True to his word, and much to your surprise, the doctor stayed silent.

- He would give a thin smile and an occasional nod, but would otherwise offer no comment in any of the conversations.

- The doctor never stopped holding your hand, sometimes squeezing it so tightly that it would have hurt had you not been squeezing back just as much.

- As awful as the event was, him beside you was like having a lifeline in the middle of a hurricane.

- But once it was all over and the two of you were back in the Tardis, then, and only then, did the doctor release everything he had held in.

- “Can you believe it, them calling you a failure! You perfect, beautiful little human, a failure. That’s absurd. That’s it! We’re leaving. I’m taking you back to your family’s ancestral ape tribe. Hopefully we’ll be able to prevent whatever rock slide landed on their heads and preserve at least a little bit of intelligence to be carried down through the generations!”

- That’s about when the doctor would notice that you had sunk down to the floor panels sobbing.

- The Tardis hummed sympathetically as he walked around to find you like that.

- “Darling, come here.” The doctor would sit down on the floor beside you and pull you into his arms. “It’s all right, love. It’s over.” His fingers would card through your hair, rubbing your back, rocking you gently. “You’re never going through that again.”

- “I have to,” you cried, face buried in his shoulder. “They’re my family.”

- “And what does that mean, hmm?” The doctor shifted to look you in the eye, brushing the tears from your cheek. “No one, absolutely no one, should talk to you like that love. You are too good for that, for them.”

- You’d nod, a fresh wave of tears blurring your vision. “I love you.”

- “Ugh, mushy.” The doctor would make a face for a moment before shaking out of it. “Sorry. Habit.”

- He’d smirk when you laughed at him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too. So very very much.”

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aletterinthenameofsanity · 4 months

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the-fiction-witch · 1 month

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Media Doctor Who

Character the Doctor (11th)

Couple The Doctor X Reader

Rating ADORABLE AF

I yawned as I walked across the corridor and down the steps into the tardis console room, I saw the doctor standing tinkering with things as per usual in his usual suit but his blazer over the railing revealing his blue suspenders and bowtie, I trudged down onto the glass floor in my little boots, tights, black t-shirt and my little blue pinafore dress with buttons down my chest.

"Ahh there you are," He chuckled,

"Hi," I yawned rubbing my eyes,

"You alright?"

"Tired," I sighed,

"Come here," he said setting his stuff down so I went over and he took my cheeks in his hands checking me over, "Oohh, go back and have a nap," He said kissing my forehead and tapping my cheek before he let me go,

"I can't," I pouted going and sitting on the little chair,

"You're tired. Go sleep."

"I can't," I whined, "The bed is uncomfortable,"

"Uncomfortable?" he chuckled,

"Doctor, It's a bunk bed."

"Yes, Bunk beds are great."

"It's two single beds, it's small, it's uncomfortable,"

"It's a bed. With a ladder." he laughed,

"Doctor, Please," I whined,

"Alright," he sighed rolling his eyes playfully and crossing his arms as he leaned his hip against the console, "I'll have a look at the blueprints and get the tardis to readjust and give you a new bed,"

"Thank you," I smiled,

"Now, go and nap."

"Where? surely you don't want me in my room if you're getting the tardis to go all home makeover in there?"

"ahh... good point," He said, "It's fine, go nap in my room,"

"I can?"

"Yes, yes go on."

"Yay!" I giggled, "...where is it?" I asked realizing I didn't know,

"Come on," he said offering his hand, I took it and he led me through the various corridors before we arrived at a sweet beautiful room filled with books, windows, and old alien antiques all cobbled together in a very makeshift steampunk sort of way, he took me to the bed with sweet blue covers, "There you can nap till you feel better,"

"Thank you, doctor," I smiled kicking off my shoes and pushing off my tights before I climbed into the bed he laughed at me and rolled his eyes playfully before he knelt on the bed and tucked me in giving the pillow a plump and tucking the sheets around me,

"Cosy?"

"Very,"

"Good, get some rest," he said,

"I will do, thank you,"

"You're welcome," He smiled,

I shut my eyes and immediately felt myself begin to drift off,

"Goodnight Doctor," I cooed,

"Goodnight Y/n" He said,

I saw through my closed eyes the light had turned off leaving only a gentle glow of the stars from the window and I felt him kiss my cheek before he left the door closing with a whine, I giggled a little opening one eye as I watched him shut the door, I chuckled blushing from the kiss but I turned over inhaling the sweet scent of him that covered these sheets, and happily drifted off to sleep almost dreaming he was here with me.

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buckybarnesb-tch · 5 months

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companionjones · 2 years

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You: *rolls over in bed, opens eyes*

Eleven: *sitting in a chair next to your bed, very excited* Hello.

You: How long have you been waiting there?

Eleven: I believe about 20 minutes after you fell asleep. Can we leave the TARDIS now?

You: I need a minute to brush my teeth and get dressed.

Eleven: *groans as he gets to his feet, helps you out of bed*

You: I keep telling you, you should get a companion that sleeps less.

Eleven: Never. *smiles, leaves*

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beenthere-donethat · 9 months

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The Doctor's name

Yesterday i had an epiphany.

I was re-watching Doctor Who, for like the 4th time and then, just like that, i came up with this absurde but brilliant theory: we actually know his name.

Spoiler alert

Years ago i read a theory about why in the episode "school reunion" (ss3, ep3) the Doctor repeats the world 'physics' so much. We know that the TARDIS can't translate the language of Gallifrey. But people have to understand what he is saying(in this case the students). Being unable to translate what he was actually saying(for the language and the complexity of the argument) she translated it with something more simple: physics.

Somewhere along the history, it was revealed the name the Doctor used in academy, Theta Sigma. I don't think it is his actual name, because then everyone can know it and use it.

Also, the Doctor himself said that ONLY children can understand his real name.

If you connect the dots, it is really, really simple.

When in the the 11episode of the 10season, Missy says "Doctor who" is the Doctro's name, it's because it fucking is!!

The TARDIS can't translate gallifreyan(?)for reasons. So when the Doctor says his name is The Doctor, he IS saying his name.

It is the same principle like with "physics": he IS saying something, maybe in gallifreyan, but the TARDIS makes it something else, something simple for us to understand. So, the same happens with the Doctor's name: it is translated into something we can understand, something that is near to our translation. The Doctor.

Children know his name, they understand it, they say it. It's just we can't understand it. We can't because....just because!! It is against the law.

Everyone knows his name, but it is different because that's what we hear when he says it!

"Who are you?"

"I'm the Doctor"

"Doctor who?"

"Just, just THE DOCTOR"

Always Missy, she says that he eliminated "who" from his name (so originally it was The Doctor Who) cause he didn't like it.

So,as the example above, he is correcting us on his name. His actual name, cause he erased Who.

In conclusion, i hope it makes sense, aaaaand WE ALWAYS HAD HIS NAME UNDER OUR NOSE!!!!

WE ARE SOOO STUPID.

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burts-baked-bees · 2 years

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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Episode 3: As You Wish

Doctor Who : Multishot

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3520

Warnings: Some narrator lines were taken from The Princess Bride - credit to that - can we guess what the next reality will be? 👀

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

A/N: A fairy tale adventure about a country girl and a loveable farm boy turned pirate who takes her through the evils of the mythical kingdom Florin and her betrothed tyrant, Prince Saxon.

Episode 2: The One Where (Y/N)’s Acting Funny

Episode 3: As You Wish {You Are Here}

Episode 4: The New Heir

(Y/N) thread the saddle strappings through the buckle. She pulled it tightly upward, the horse braying at her delicate hands. The animal was a beautiful golden chestnut color. Its presence was comforting to her in the days of adjusting to the countryside.

She never fancied herself a horseback rider, but as a character in a fictional country in Renaissance Europe, (Y/N) believed her riding skills would come to her promptly. And they did as she placed the bridle on the creature.

She found that if she didn’t question her role, everything came easily.

The problem was, if she didn’t ask questions then how was she supposed to find her way out? And more importantly, how would she get the Doctor to wake up?

Not that she didn’t enjoy her time spent with John the farm boy. He was quiet and sincere and extremely helpful. He just wasn’t her Doctor.

She could feel him staring before seeing him. Her hair, now long and wavy in this reality, was pushed aside as she spotted him leaning against a stable beam.

“Farm boy.”

He seemed pleased and eager at being addressed.

“Fetch me my saddle bag.”

He watched her with those lake water green eyes, moving fluidly to grab her supply bags. He carried them to her, whispering softly, “As you wish.”

“You’re always saying that,” she smiled, perhaps a bit off script. “Place them there.”

He slung the bags behind the saddle and went to hold the reins as she climbed onto her horse. He made sure she was sitting tight before handing the reins back.

“Have a pleasant ride, miss.”

(Y/N) looked at him with memories flooding her mind. The Doctor in a cowboy hat. The Doctor speaking horse. The Doctor falling off said horse.

It made her smile.

“But I have need of your assistance,” she said to him, “Perhaps you should take up your own horse and follow me.”

His grin was wide and innocent. With his mop of straw ridden hair falling into his eyes, he looked like an overeager schoolboy receiving a sweet.

“If it pleases you,” he said, all excited, and he went for the next stall with a horse.

(Y/N) clicked her heels and rode to outside the stables. John needn’t know there were other plans to their ride that day. (Y/N) had the hope of finding some answers while traveling the countryside. And she would need John with her if she did happen upon a way out.

A breeze whipped past her, and she was suddenly galloping down a country road. She grimaced – whatever zapped her from scene to scene clearly didn’t like where her mind was wandering.

It was even more surprising when a voice began to speak in her mind.

“Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy that worked there. His name was John, but she never called him that.” The voice was older and sounded as though he was reading something.

Possibly a narrator.

“Isn’t that a wonderful beginning?”

She turned her head to see John riding his own chestnut spotted horse. He flashed her a gleaming smile and dared to match her stride.

“You think yourself a trained horseman, farm boy?”

“If not I would say all those years in the stables were a waste,” he pulled on his reins to remain side by side with her.

She shared his smile, “Then prove it.” And she dug her heels, urging her horse faster down the road. John was sprayed with flying pebbles and dust in her wake.

“As you wish,” he called out to her, flapping his reins.

“’As you wish’ was all he ever said to her.”

(Y/N) tried to ignore the narrator much like she tried to ignore the laughter of the sitcom rendition of her life. But it was hard to ignore something that was speaking in her own head.

She raced down the path, taking charge and leaping towards the valley. The wind made her feel like she was flying. It pulled laughter from her chest, free and light as the air. She fought to keep that feeling, pushing her horse harder and harder. She didn’t dare to look where John was.

She was enjoying the ride far too much.

She found a nearby grove of trees and flew for them. A flock of birds flew in a panic at being disturbed. Breath was leaving her as she laughed. Then the laughter choked into a gasp.

(Y/N) tugged on the reins so hard that the horse reared into the air, neighing and kicking its front legs. It landed with great strength, pawing at the ground nervously.

Concealed within the shade of trees was a blue box. An impossible blue box.

“The tardis,” (Y/N) whispered. Her eyes were bugging out of her head. The police box was glowing ominously in the dark, seeming to radiate how it didn’t belong.

It didn’t belong there.

She slid from her saddle, throwing the reins over a branch. The horse chewed on the bit with agitation.

(Y/N) pulled up the annoyingly long skirts of her farm dress, rustling through the leaves and underbrush as she neared the spaceship. An alarm was rising to a blaring volume in her head. It didn’t belong. The box shouldn’t be there.

The alarm in her head began to fizzle like white noise. And then miraculously…

“Hello?”

She paused, her hand outstretched towards the blue wood. That wasn’t the narrator speaking in her mind.

“Hello?” (Y/N) answered back.

The voice hesitated, “(Y/N)? (Y/N), is that you?”

“River?”

An exclamation of joy flew through her head, distracting (Y/N) from the uneasiness of seeing the tardis in a place it shouldn’t be.

“Oh, thank heavens,” River Song responded, “You have no idea how long its taken to reach you.”

“River, what is happening? Where are you?” (Y/N) put fingers to her temples, applying some pressure. It was strange having multiple voices in her head.

“Not sure,” River replied, “The tardis sent a distress signal. I’ve found you and the Doctor fast asleep. I’ve tried everything to wake you to no avail.”

(Y/N) grimaced, “Then how can I hear you now?”

“I’ve created an electric impulse sent to the center of your temporal lobe to reach your dream state.”

“So this is a dream,” (Y/N) sighed in relief.

River sounded worried, “Where is the Doctor?”

“Riding a horse.”

“That could only end in hilarity.”

“He’s also called John the farm boy. He has no idea this reality isn’t ours.”

River paused, “You’re sure about that?”

(Y/N) felt the uneasiness grow. It was as if she’d broken the law and had the police hot on her tail. She could hear the police sirens now. In a vain attempt to flee she yanked on the tardis door, but nothing happened.

“River, how do we get out of here?” The panic was evident in her voice.

“Well, first you’ve got to get the Doctor to see the truth. If he believes the dream is real he’ll want to stay. You can’t escape if you don’t want to escape.”

“All right – I’ll get the Doctor to see – then what?”

River sounded unsure, “What about a dream forces you to wake up?”

(Y/N) hummed as she struggled to think, “When it becomes a nightmare?”

“(Y/N), if I’m right – and I normally am – you’re going to need a massive shock, or a scare.”

“Like what?”

“(Y/N)… you’re going to have to…”

BANG!

(Y/N) was thrown back and slammed into a tree. Her hair strewn across her face, she saw stars blink in her vision. It took a few seconds for her sight to clear.

The tardis was gone.

Her head was silent.

“Miss?”

She groaned, brushing leaves and twigs from her hairline. Shaky, warm hands found themselves on her arms.

“Miss, are you all right?”

(Y/N) swallowed hard, “Doctor?”

“No, miss, just the farm hand unfortunately.” His voice held lightness, but she knew he was concerned, “You’re not too hurt are you?”

In her haze, scripted lines came flowing out of her, “The horse – it was frightened and threw me off.”

John winced, “How unpleasant for you.” His hand went for her head, checking for any wounds. He was being ever so gentle.

(Y/N) found that the uneasiness from moments before simply melted away. It was being replaced with an undeniable comfort. Her eyes were guided to his face.

He seemed so genuinely worried for her safety that she felt compelled to say something.

“I’m going to be all right.”

His gaze met hers. He realized he was giving too much of himself away. “Of course,” he said, cupping her cheek. “I will see to that.”

(Y/N) felt the warmth of his hand seep into her cheek. She was sure her complexion was rosy. It was not abnormal for the Doctor to be so affectionate. It was abnormal for the Doctor to be looking at her with such open…

She cleared her throat – the air becoming restricting between them, “Take me home, please.”

He smiled softly, his gaze warm like the coals of a hearth. “As you wish,” he whispered.

(Y/N) felt that comfort encompass her whole body as the voice of the elderly narrator grew in her mind once more.

“That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying, ‘As you wish,’ what he meant was, ‘I love you.’”

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(Y/N) sat regal at her vanity. Polished, glittering marble set with rhinestones. The chair was plush and carved with immaculate carpenter skill.

The velvet and silk of her gown was the most fine. It was a pale blue and shimmering in the dull light of candles.

She gazed at them now, following the tracks of melted wax. It was getting painful recalling her time with the real Doctor. The last adventure with molten wax that sent them into this mess.

Since audibly saying, “I’ll get the Doctor to see,” it seemed the dream made it impossible for her to see him. She was now locked away in more than one sense.

In one way, she was trapped within a castle. The rough stone walls closed in around her, voiding her of necessary air. She could hardly breathe stuck in the room. You couldn’t imagine the castle was a place of luxury – she was still a prisoner. The fires and candles did nothing to ward off the icy fingers of cold.

In another way, she was tied down. Tied down by means of a betrothal to the tyrant Prince Saxon. Harold Saxon. What a completely horrendous man. Their impending marriage was most certainly a ploy to show a connection with the people.

But it didn’t mask the villainy behind his unnerving smile.

Regardless of the damnation of her circumstance, (Y/N) was determined she should escape. She knew deep within her heart that the Doctor would save her. He could get past any godly being that was bewitching their reality.

And as the days continued, (Y/N) played her part. She remained in the castle. If the Doctor should find her, it wouldn’t help if she ran away and got lost. No, it was best to stay put. She would pretend to be the hopeless damsel as the current reality detailed.

And she would endure the mindlessness of the dictatorial Saxon.

“Darling!”

The door flew open and a small man sauntered in. He seemed all the smaller as he was swallowed in volumes of royal clothing. Capes and furs and jewels. His trinkets jingled as he held his arms up in a welcoming fashion.

The smile on his face was as fake as this fashioned reality.

“Pig,” she whispered.

He pretended not to hear, “How are we this fine morning?”

“Like you truly want to know.”

Saxon floated towards her, capes dragging on the floor. His smile was turning into a pompous smirk. “Why shouldn’t I inquire after my bride to be?” His fingers found themselves hovering at her neck.

(Y/N) sat bone straight at her chair. She peered into the mirror to see the Prince behind her, reaching for her hair. He straightened it against her back. She wanted to cut it off and burn it.

“I am not to be your bride,” she said. They were certainly lines from the script, but she found she felt truth in saying them. She wanted to.

“What gave that impression? Surely not the announcement of our engagement.” He gave a coy smile, eyeing the jewelry sitting cold on the vanity.

He leaned over and drummed his fingers into the countertop – deciding on a piece.

“I would never marry a man such as yourself.”

“Tomorrow will come as a shock then,” he sighed, choosing a crystal tiara.

“Yes, I suppose it will be for you,” she clenched her jaw. “My John will save me.”

Saxon held the tiara over her perfumed hair, matching her piercing gaze into the mirror. “I am sorry to report that he won’t be making an appearance.” He rested the crown on her head, “Darling.”

She felt the cold weight of the headpiece, felt it trinkle down her spine and solidify her resolve. “You are a horrid ruler and a horrid man. Nothing you say or do will stop the inevitable. John will come for me, and when he does, you will surely drown in your infuriating embarrassment. The most you can muster now is pitiful stalling.”

Saxon was tearing away his last straw. His fingers drummed against his leg in a rhythmic pattern. “Very well. I will leave you in your dull musings. Perhaps the time will convince you how preposterous the thought of your John is.”

He stalked off, holding his capes with jeweled fingers. The door shut behind him with a resounding echo.

(Y/N) swallowed, intaking a sharp breath. Her hand was quick as a flash, tearing the tiara from her head and throwing it across the room. It shattered against the stone and fell in crystal pieces.

“Careful, my dear.”

(Y/N) gasped, standing from her chair and knocking it over. John came from behind a lengthy tapestry. He was dressed in dark colors and his demeanor held something of mischief. But the way his eyes brightened upon seeing her…

“I’ve been through a lot to have this face – I’d prefer if it wasn’t scratched up by flying crystal.”

(Y/N) had her manicured hands over her mouth, her eyes growing glassy upon seeing him. She had lost count how many days the dream had made her stay locked in that room.

“What is it?” he said, making his way to her slowly.

“I… I’m simply surprised to see you.”

“(Y/N),” he smiled lovingly, an arm’s length away, “Did you doubt I would come to your aid?”

She matched his smile, “No,” she muttered, “Not for a second.”

“Rightly so,” he placed his hands on either side of her head, “Because I will always come for you. Whenever and whatever. You call for me and I come running.”

She sighed in his hold, whispering, “My Doctor.”

“Yes,” he replied. But then his loving gaze went slack, “Yes.”

(Y/N) realized what was being said. Her eyes widened, “Doctor?”

His hands fell from her face, “That name… you’ve called me that before.”

She wasn’t sure how much time they had, “Because that is your name.” She took a step forward and he took a step back. “Please – please try to remember.”

“Remember?” he mumbled.

“This isn’t our life, Doctor. This isn’t our world. We’ve been dreaming!”

“Dreaming?” his brow was contorted, his gaze darkening. “But I would know if I…”

(Y/N) went for him, grabbing his wrists, his shirt, “No, not if you believed. If you wanted to believe this was real. It’s easy to slip into this reality. But that doesn’t change the fact that it isn’t real.”

The Doctor jerked away from her.

And they were suddenly standing next to a bound Prince Saxon. He was tied to a bedroom chair, shouting all kinds of profanity towards the companions.

The Doctor jumped in shock, yelling, “AH! OH HO!” He pointed at the chair, “What is this?”

(Y/N)’s heart was pounding, “You noticed it! The transition!”

“Transition?” he cried, his previous façade falling away as the true Doctor became more and more visible. “Did we just make a time jump?”

“That would make sense,” she said, “I knew it would be easier to figure out with you here.”

“I say!” yelled Saxon, “This is all a ruddy business, and I would appreciate a little acknowledgement seeing as I have become the victim here.”

“Oh, shut it,” (Y/N) demanded, “Doctor, we’ve got to figure out how to get out of here. The longer we stay out of character the easier it will be for the dream to act.”

The Doctor twiddled his fingers, hunched in thought, “To act?”

“It’s the dream that zaps us between scenes. It doesn’t like us to ask questions.”

“Hello!” Saxon cried in annoyance.

The Doctor nodded, jutting his jaw to the side, “Right, right,” he grimaced, smacking his forehead, “Stupid Doctor.”

(Y/N) frowned, “How do you mean?”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” he said, “You’re quite right, it won’t help us to get out if we ask questions.”

“Won’t it?”

The Doctor went to grasp her shoulders, “It’s important, very important, that we play along.”

She tried to understand, “Yes, I noticed staying in character allows us to jump to a new reality. But how does it get us to wake up?”

He licked his lips, waggling a finger in her face, “Don’t fight it. I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen.”

“But Doctor…”

The scene changed. They were no longer in the castle bedroom, but in the countryside alongside two snow white horses.

The Doctor stared at the animals and then at the sky and finally at (Y/N). She kept her gaze on him the entire time.

There was the ever so slight shake of his head.

She understood, and she didn’t fight it.

“We’re free,” she stated.

The Doctor smiled easily, his eyes brightening once more, “Completely.”

They reached for each other as if they had rehearsed the scene days beforehand.

“Never let me leave your touch again,” she said quietly, “I grow cold without your warmth.”

The Doctor put a hand to her cheek; his complexion was tired. “What have I promised you since the day we came together?” His smile was crooked and sleepy, “Should the unthinkable happen and you stray from my side – I would stop at nothing to ensure your safe return to my arms.”

(Y/N) was feeling the effect of sleepiness as well, “My John,” she said as if it were unfamiliar on her tongue, “How I love you so.”

The words escaped her without thinking. They were only scripted lines after all. But the Doctor seemed to relish in hearing her say them.

“And I you, my dear.” He tried to fight off a yawn.

(Y/N) fell into his embrace atop the hill overlooking the countryside. The horses grazed nearby, and the sun set in a blaze of painted colors. It was the warmth of his arms and the warmth of the sun that lulled her off to sleep.

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There was a knock at the door.

“M’lady?”

(Y/N) opened her tired eyes and let them adjust to the light. While her mind fought to wake, she spoke mechanically, “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to wake you,” said the voice. The door shut and Amy was standing there. Amy in a maids uniform.

“No, it’s all right, Amelia,” she replied, spotting the curtains, “I believe I’ve slept in far too late.”

Amy nodded modestly and went to draw the heavy curtain, leaving a sheer covering over the windows to let the light in. She went into a separate room, “I’ll just draw the bath, shall I, M’lady?”

(Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing at her eyes, “I should say so. I believe meeting the new heir of Downton warrants a bath.”

They made eye contact with small, sweet smiles. Smiles that told you of the quiet friendship they shared.

“This calls for…”

“Rose oil,” they said in unison, giggling as they did so. It was her favorite scent and seeing as it was specially imported she only used it for special occasions.

“You’ll be absolutely irresistible,” Amy said.

(Y/N) sighed, flattening her sheets, “Let’s hope. A marriage to the new heir would mean we could stay here.”

“If you don’t mind me saying, M’lady, I think he’d be a daft old fool to refuse you.”

(Y/N) snickered, always admiring of her maids cheeky side, “Thank you, Amelia.”

When she left for the bathroom, (Y/N) played more roughly with the hem of her sheets. She tried to contain the running of her mind should the dream decide to jump her to the next scene.

Where was the Doctor now? Was he still lucid like she was?

The Doctor said to play along. River said to scare herself awake.

For the time being it seemed (Y/N) must fall into the character of this new reality – this new rendition of her life. She was to become Lady (Y/N) of Downton.

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Love Is Scary — Eleventh Doctor x gn! reader

summery: Doctor takes reader to a planet that he thinks they'll love. Reader has a bit more on mind than just the cute animals that inhabit the planet.

tw: Fear of unrequited love (spoilers, it is very requited)

a/n: @tonyiloveyou asked for confessions and I've been wanting to write it anyways so here y'all go

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(This is a part of a one shot series: Part One | Part Two)

“See!” The Doctor spoke proudly. “Not everything has to be a life or death situation.”

“You’ve outdone yourself this time, Doctor,” I replied, watching the maroon and pink grass flow with the wind. It was quite extraordinary really. The pink tips of the grass swaying was somewhat hypnotic. The trees behind us were a rich purple and red, seeming to brush against the sky. Oh what a sky it was. The atmosphere was transparent, revealing the stars and planets that lay beyond.

“I’ve wanted to bring someone here for quite some time actually,” The Doctor started. “Not the best place for humans though.”

“A shame,” I muttered. “Are you sure you’ll be able to sit around with me and be bored for a bit?”

“Darling, anything with you is far from boring,” He replied seriously, that stupidly soft look in his eye once more. “Besides! Mundane is good, remember?”

I rolled my eyes in amusement, something I found myself doing often in the madman's presence, “Pretty sure you only said that so I wouldn’t feel bad about the lack of adventure I lived.”

“Lack of adventure?” The brown haired timelord asked incredulously. “Are all the things we’ve done together not adventurous enough?”

“Doctor, in the entire span of my life, I’ve mainly lived on Earth hiding amongst humans,” I explained. “Compared to you, I’ve barely explored anything.”

“Oh my sweet, sweet (y/n),” Doctor muttered, closing the distance between us. He held my face softly between his hands and I felt my heart race at the touch. “There’s nothing wrong with that. And no one can really compare to me now can they?” I stared at him blankly as he pulled away, a smug grin resting on his lips.

“I hate you,” I grumbled.

“No you don’t,” He replied effortlessly.

I turned around, facing the forest, hating how right he was, “Are there any life forms?”

“Some rudimentary animal species,” Doctor explained. “Mainly in the forest, but there are some in the water as well.”

“Like on Earth?” I asked, glancing back at him, only to startle at how close he got.

“Yes,” He nodded, hazel eyes once again on me. It felt like burning with his entire attention only on me, I wasn’t sure if I liked it or not. “Well no, but yes if it will help you understand better.”

“I’m not human,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I can see the future of any being or thing. Give me more credit.”

“Right,” Doctor cleared his throat, adjusting his bowtie after. “I’m just used to-”

“Human companions,” I finished for him. “I know. I’m assuming the beings on this planet are connected to the planet, like a hivemind of sorts.”

“Exactly!” The Doctor clapped, once again holding my head in his hands, leaning forward to place a kiss on my forehead before hesitating. I stood there with bated breath as he leaned a little higher, right above my third eye, and placed a kiss to my hairline. “As brilliant as ever.”

I hated this. I hated this warm feeling that engulfed me at the affectionate actions. The want and need that filled through me. The loneliness I knew would follow soon after. He was closer than I expected when I opened my eyes. His stare, oh that stare. It was so warm, so loving, like he never wanted this moment to end. I didn’t want this moment to end, but I also didn’t want it to exist.

It sparked that familiar feeling. The feeling of hope. Of the possibility that he felt the same way I did. Damn Rory for putting that thought into my head. I know he was just trying to help, but Rory didn’t understand how complicated this was. Or…was it? But whenever it seemed like the Doctor and I would step over a boundary we couldn’t go back from, he’d change the subject. Which in turn would take that spark of hope and snuff it once more. A tortuous cycle that I set myself up for every time.

“Come on,” He broke the silence. “I want to show you something.”

I blinked, coming back to reality, “Was this not what you wanted to show me?” Once again, the moment was averted.

“No,” He shook his head, his brown hair falling out of place…not that it ever was in place. “Well yes, but only a part of it.” Holding his hand out to me, he smiled brightly and repeated, “Come on.”

I decided to try and stop overthinking everything. Just to let go and live in the moment. The moment where the Doctor took me to the most beautiful planet I’ve ever seen. Where he’s staring at me like I’ve hung the stars. Where he’s holding my hand oh so gently as we walk through a forest of vibrant purples and reds. For once, I’ll indulge myself, even if it’ll hurt later.

I felt breathless as we entered a clearing. The forest was dark (due to the sky being transparent to the cosmos), but the clearing was a bit brighter. A river rushed past, a dark navy blue that I was familiar with on Earth. A few of the animals that the Doctor spoke of stood by the river, watching us with curious eyes. No need to be afraid, not having come in contact with predators before. Reminds me of the Dodo. Those poor birds.

The Doctor kept walking, stopping only when he realized we weren’t holding hands anymore, “Come on dear, they won’t bite.”

I trailed after him, crouching down in front of a cream colored creature. I wasn’t exactly sure of the name, or if all the creatures on this planet shared one. In fact, the color pallet of this planet reminded me of red velvet in a way. Holding my hand out, I tried to get it to sniff me, to prove I was no threat. It only turned its head in confusion.

Leaning down next to me, the Doctor handed me some fruit. It was a bright orange, almost neon. I suppose its so it could stand out for the creatures to eat. Once more, I held my hand out, this time the creature didn’t hesitate to eat the fruit I held out to it.

“It's so cute!” I couldn’t help but smile as I turned to look at the Doctor. “Can we take one home?”

The Doctor paused, seeming to do a double take before asking, “Home?”

I paused to, unsure what I meant by that. Did I mean the house I called a home because it's where I slept? Or did I mean the Tardis, where I found solace in the fact that the Doctor was never far away? Or did I mean simply with him, with us, wherever we chose to go?

“Y-yeah,” I slightly stuttered, turning back to a different looking creature. I shrugged, “You know…”

“Would you like to go back?”

I looked at him in confusion, “Where?”

“Home,” He simply stated, eyes seemingly interested anywhere but me.

I worried my lip between my teeth, deciding to take a small leap, “I am home.” Petting one of the creatures seemed to help calm me, they were quite receptive to the pets. A fond smile reached my lips as even more creatures started to surround the two of us.

“You mean this planet?” The Doctor asked and I felt myself scoffing.

How could a brilliant timelord be so daft?

“I mean with you, stupid,” I rolled my eyes and slapped his shoulder lightly.

“Oh,” Such a simple reply. I kept my focus as even more animals gathered around. Some similar, others different. Don’t think. Everything is fine. “Dear, I think we should go now.”

I felt my heart drop. This was it, this was the rejection. The moment was slipping, and I wish it would just stop.

“Is…is it okay if we stay a little longer?” I asked, petting the small creature on my lap. “I like it here.”

“I wish I could say yes, dearest,” The Doctor whispered, closer than I realized. “But I’m afraid we’ve overstayed our welcome.”

My eyebrows furrowed, looking towards the Doctor, only to find him staring at the animals around us. When did there get to be so many? I stood up slowly, carefully placing the small creature that was on my lap on the ground. “They’re expecting more fruit,” I stated, their eyes following the Doctor and I.

“They won’t turn violent,” The Doctor reassured in a hushed tone. “But they may not want us to leave.”

“Darn,” I faked defeat. “I guess that means we’re stuck on this beautiful planet with the cutest creatures for the rest of our lives.”

The Doctor laughed lightly, “I don’t think the Ponds would be too happy if we admitted defeat so quickly.”

“Or,” I pointed out. “They would be disappointed finding out that we skipped out on a great opportunity.”

“Is this the same Amy we’re talking about?” He questioned with a glint in his eye.

“Is this the same Rory we’re talking about?” I countered.

“Touche.”

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I watched from the railing as the Doctor did his little dance around the Tardis’ control board. No word about my comment. No reciprocation or clarity about whether he felt the same or not. Once again, changing the subject before the lines of our relationship could get too blurred. I wasn’t sure if I could deal with this heavy feeling on my chest any longer. I knew it would hurt, but not this much.

“So,” I trailed off, not sure where to even start.

“Once we pick up the Ponds, I was thinking of going to Drunun Z85, they’ve got some of the most excellent chefs there,” The Doctor started to ramble.

“Uhm, could we talk about something first?” I asked, clenching my fists to try to ground myself. I was okay, this will be okay.

Stopping his actions, he looked up to me, eyes wide and a slight smile, “Yes! Of course! Talking’s good, talking’s fun.” I tilted my head slightly as he rubbed his hands together and glanced around the room.

“Are you nervous?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

“Me? Nervous? Never,” Waving his hands about, he went to fiddle some more with the console of the Tardis.

“Okayyyy,” I drawled. “I…was just hoping I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier. You know…me calling you…”

“Home,” The Doctor finished for me, that sad lonely look clouding his eyes, one I found often when I looked in a mirror. Once more he cleared his throat, “No, no I don’t mind.”

An awkward silence fell over the two of us. I fiddled with my fingers as the Doctor continued to pretend to be busy with the Tardis. I shouldn’t have said anything.

The Tardis’ lights flickering brought me out of my head. The Doctor also seemed to notice as his brows furrowed into the cute focused look he has. They both seemed to be having an internal conflict with each other before the lights went out completely.

“Oh come on…” The Doctor paused before whispering out ‘sexy’. “Don’t be this way.” There was no reaction and I never realized how dark it could be without lights on. I squinted, hoping my eyes would adjust to the dark, but there was absolutely no light, no sun, no star, that could potentially reflect light and help me see. “At least give us backup lights so we don’t hurt ourselves!” The Doctor shouted, sounding frustrated. Dim lights lit up the area. Barely might I add. Still, it was better than the literal void.

“Are you okay, love?” The Doctor asked. Well that’s a new one. Hearing him call me that hurt so nicely.

“What’s going on?” I asked, it was the only thing I could think of. “Why’d she shut down?”

“She’s being stubborn,” He replied.

“About what?”

“She wants me to admit something,” He sighed. “Something I’d rather keep to myself.”

“Oh,” I muttered, feeling disheartened. “You don’t have to tell me. Tardis, I’m sure it can be left unsaid.”

“At the same time…” The Doctor continued. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this in.”

I walked up to his dark outline, reaching my hand out and accidentally touching his neck. I felt my way up to cupping his cheek.

“You know you can tell me anything Doc,” I whispered, brushing my thumb against his cheek. He’s reached out to me so many times before…was this my first time reaching out to him? My heart stuttered as he leaned into my touch. “I won’t judge, I’ll always be by your side.”

It was silent for a few beats. I waited for something, anything, with bated breath. What could he possibly admit? Why was the Tardis so adamant of me needing to know?

“I love you.”

He said it so softly I almost missed it. No, how could I miss something I’ve wished to hear for hundreds of years? The overwhelming sensation of love, confusion, and fear washed over me. I’ve wanted this for so long…too long. The yearning, the want for love, it had become a stability for me, something I could always rely on.

But this was a good change. Love was scary, but it was also beautiful.

“I love you too,” I replied without hesitation.

“Is this the part where we kiss?”

Moving my hand from his cheek to his neck, I pulled him into a kiss. It was clumsy at first, but we both were quick learners. My skin felt like it was on fire when his hands ghosted over my waist. Pulling away, I couldn’t help but notice the Tardis lights had turned back on.

“Okay,” The Doctor nodded, turning back to the panel. A giggle escaped him as he muttered to himself “They really kissed me, we kissed! Blimey, Amy won’t let me live this down…I won’t let me live this down.” His giddiness seemed to be infectious as I chuckled at his antics. I stopped him from flipping a switch by placing my hand on his shoulder. He turned to me, a bright smile on his lips. Before I could back out, I placed a quick kiss on his lips, just for the hell of it. I could do that now! Whenever I wanted!

“Are you trying to kill me?” The Doctor asked, his smile never faltering.

“Not a bad way to go out,” I replied with an equally bright grin.

“Not bad at all.”

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It Ends Now: The Scarlet Apprentice || Wanda Maximoff

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injury, mentions of torture, mentions of death, MoM spoilers and elements. Character death. If I have missed any warnings please let me know.

Word Count: 5832 words.

Summary: The time has come for Wanda to face The Scarlet Apprentice and put an end to their sinister ways.

A/N: Part 11 of ‘The Scarlet Apprentice’. I cannot apologise enough for the delay in this chapter. I have made it a lot longer to compensate for the delay. Also I am so sorry if it doesn’t make sense, I tried my best. I have used some additional MoM characters in this, but I have changed their titles slightly and their role to prevent too many MoM spoilers.

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*Italics represent The Scarlet Apprentice dialogue. When the Apprentice resumes command I have used ‘they’, when it’s the reader I have used ‘you’.

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It Ends Now: The Scarlet Apprentice-

Wanda storms out of the Kamar-Taj, ignoring all of Wong’s and Strange’s pleas for her to stop.

“Wanda, please you can’t just leave like this. We need your help.” Stephen says as he rushes up alongside Wanda.

Wanda pouts her lips slightly, attempting to display an unbothered persona, “You are getting my help Strange, I am going to stop Agatha- alone.” She says as she marches down the steps leading from the temple.

“Oh no, not on your own you’re not. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not.” Stephen says as he grabs Wanda’s arm, halting her actions.

She turns her head away from him, refusing to let him see her tears.

“Wanda, I know what happened back there was painful. Trust me I understand, but if you go over there in this state, they’ll use it to their advantage. You’re too distracted to be thinking rationally.” Stephen says gently, not trying to upset Wanda further, but to give her a minute to collect her thoughts.

His heart sinks at her sniffles, he places another hand on her and gently moves her so she’s looking directly at him.

Up close, he can see her red, tired eyes releasing tears of a mixture of emotions- mostly pain.

Wong walks up to them both with the book of Vishanti in hand.

“Wanda, you’re not alone. We will continue this battle together, we have the chance to potentially end this now.” Wong says as he studies her face.

She bows her head, shaking it, “Y/n is gone, I have to kill Agatha. She has taken everything from me-“ Wanda’s words are interrupted by a desperate sob escaping her.

Wong gestures for Stephen to do something, to which the Sorcerer makes a puzzled face, he’s not the best when it comes to emotional situations.

“Um, it’s going to be okay. I know that doesn’t sound as comforting as you might like but I truly believe it will be, and I’m rarely wrong.” Stephen says as he guides Wanda into his embrace.

She buries her face into his suit, attempting to escape the harsh reality that surrounds her.

“Well, I can name quite a few times where you’ve been wrong-“ Wong begins.

Stephen guides his gaze to Wong, “I said rarely Wong, not never.”

Wanda lets out a small chuckle, the bickering between the two Sorcerer’s always adds a bit of humour to her day- how desperate she is to cling onto that ounce of happiness.

As she brings her head out from Stephen’s embrace, she glances around as her eyes widen.

Stephen and Wong instantly notice her change, “Wanda, what is it? What’s wrong?” Stephen asks.

“The other Sorcerers’, their bodies, they’re gone.” They all gaze around in astonishment; the ground is clear from the massacre they witnessed upon their arrival.

“How? We are the only ones that have been here. There’s no presence, no blood, nothing.” Wong muses.

Stephen displays a smirk in realisation, “That’s because they were never here in the first place.”

Wanda looks towards him with a head tilt, “What do you mean? They were here, we saw them, we could even touch them because they were real.”

Stephen shook his head, “To us they were real, yes. Though the waves in the temple were very real also… to Wong.”

Wong grips onto the book tighter, “It was an illusion, a distraction.”

Wanda looks between the pair confused, “I don’t understand-“

“Y/n, they didn’t kill the Sorcerers’, they must have spared them. They have the power to make us see things and convince ourselves they exist, how else would the bodies have moved Wanda? It’s the only reasonable explanation.”

Wanda removes herself from Stephen’s embrace, studying the ground, “What about your cut?”

“Okay, they probably meant that one to be very real, and painful but we all know that y/n would never be so cruel to slaughter innocents to such a degree.” Stephen says.

“It’s an act of rebellion, they’re fighting back.” Wong concludes.

“How? The Scarlet Apprentice has taken control, Agatha is the one ordering them around.” Wanda says as she rubs at her face frustratedly.

“Wanda, we don’t know the full interaction you had in the temple with y/n, but what if their episodes are in reverse? What if now when the Scarlet Apprentice is in charge, y/n takes over in the episode and stops the corruption acting.” Stephen explains.

“Okay, so you’re saying, the bodies we saw were an illusion for us all to see; including Agatha and The Scarlet Apprentice themselves? That y/n is helping us in a discreet way?” Wanda practically laughs out; in complete disbelief to Strange’s words.

“I know it sounds crazy, but what part of this isn’t. They’re clever Wanda, giving you the definite location of their whereabouts; the plans; the intentions- that’s y/n helping us. The Scarlet Apprentice is their prisoner and they don’t even know it.” Stephen replies.

“Perhaps y/n has gained control, enough to fool Agatha at least. Maybe they are waiting until we arrive at their location to stand against her and the Darkhold?” Wong lets out, surprised that you could hold so much power without him even realising.

“If I’m right- which is most likely,” Stephen says, causing Wong to roll his eyes, “Then we’ve got quite the battle ahead of us. It won’t be easy, they have the scribes; but we have the Book of Vishanti. We have a good chance, especially if we have y/n onside as the Apprentice. We’re just missing one thing.” He says.

Wong and Wanda glance at each other, waiting for Stephen’s response.

“The Scarlet Witch. One of the most powerful Avengers to roam this reality. I know you’re apprehensive about using your powers to such an extent Wanda but-“

“I’ll do it, for y/n,I just hope you’re right about this.” Wanda interrupts Stephen as she uses her hands to conjure her signature Scarlet Witch suit to grace her body.

Stephen smiles in amazement, “Okay team, time for a plan. Wong, you wanna take charge?”

Wong passes Stephen the book, “No, we’re a team, we will make the plan of attack together.”

Stephen takes the book from Wong’s hold, “Alright, let’s get to it, but first let’s try to figure out where y/n has placed the population of the Kamar- Taj.”

After several enchantments and approaches, they finally found the students/ teachers of the Kamar-Taj- safe and well.

Turns out you left them only a reality away, but you left them with a message for the team.

Let’s call it a ‘Strange Variant tip’.

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“Apprentice, are you sure it was definitely the Book of Vishanti?” Agatha exhaustedly asks as she trails after you.

“Yes, for the millionth time. I don’t know how they have it but it’s mine once we attack.” You say as you open the door leading from her basement.

You remove your Apprentice attire with the flick of a wrist, displaying your everyday clothes.

“Do you realise what this means? If they have that book they’ll be unstoppable. We’re not strong enough to battle against them if they have-“

“We?” You interrupt.

“Speak for yourself Agatha, this will be like child’s play.” You say as you throw the Apprentice scrolls onto Agatha’s kitchen table and unravel them.

“Don’t be so naive, this is beyond all of our capabilities. Even that of Strange and Wanda’s. If they even decipher one of those spells we’re done for. We cannot fight them.” Agatha says sternly, attempting to intimidate you.

You turn to her with a wicked smirk, “For the love of-“ You’re cut off by a horrendous pain shooting through your temples. You clutch your head in an instant, releasing a scream of pain.

Agatha watches in horror, knowing that she is not the one influencing this on you.

You collapse to your knees as your mind is surged with pleas and cries of unknown origins. You grip at the roots of your hair, becoming extremely overwhelmed with the pain.

You release grunts of pain as it eases off, finally allowing your body to go limp against the floor.

Agatha walks over to you, noticing the blood dripping from your ears and tears cascading down your face.

“Apprentice?” She barely whispers, staring at your frozen features. She would have assumed you were dead if it wasn’t for your rapid breathing.

She leans down, placing a hand against your face; instantly removing it when she feels a sharp shock surge through her skin.

You finally glance over to her, attempting to regulate your breathing. Sweat coating your entire body.

“What the hell is going on Apprentice?” Though Agatha doesn’t realise that isn’t who she’s addressing.

“I-I just need a minute.” You rush up, wincing at your stiff muscles as you make your way upstairs and to the bedroom Agatha is allowing you to occupy.

You slam the door shut, leaning against it and placing your hand over your mouth, attempting to muffle your cries. It took every part of you to overpower the Apprentice, utterly exhausting your powers.

You slide down the door, sitting on the floor as you allow yourself to cry- finally being in control of yourself for the first time in a while.

༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹ 　　　 ⊹༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ༝̩̩̥͙ ༓༝̩̩̥͙ ⊹

Using Strange’s and Wanda’s powers in combination, they were able to release the members of the Kamar- Taj from their alternate reality prison.

“Hey Strange! Long time no see. Oh Wong! Check this out-“ A young girl makes her way out of the portal and guides herself over to Wong. She places one hand in front of herself, preparing her other hand into a ‘Sorcerer position’. She creates a signature collection of golden sparks and forms her own portal.

Wong smiles in pride, “Well done America, you’re doing very well here.”

She beams at his praise before turning her glance to Wanda, “Oh, hi, we haven’t met. I’m America Chavez- Stephen’s favourite student.” The girl says as she holds her hand out to Wanda.

Wanda slowly takes hold of her hand, whilst briefly looking over at Strange; he shakes his head in response, causing the girl to drop her mouth in offense.

As Wanda shakes her hand she says, “I-I’m Wanda, I’m a friend of Stephen’s and Wong’s.”

“Oh my god! You’re the Scarlet Witch! I am such a huge fan, I loved the time you-“ Stephen places his hand over America’s mouth.

“Okay Kid, you can fangirl over her later. We need to ask you some questions- Ew!” Stephen exclaims once America licks his palm to signal him to remove it from her mouth.

“Okay, what about?” She says as she looks between them all.

“Well I assume you met y/n, or the Scarlet Apprentice, hence why you were trapped-“ Wong rambles on as he paces between the group.

“Wait, we weren’t trapped. Y/n told us everything, they said it was for our protection; that we had to leave the temple at once. That’s why I used my powers to jump a reality.” America explains, displaying a confused expression.

Wanda snaps her gaze to her, “They helped you?”

America nodded, “Yeah, they said to not ask further questions but to find the missing piece.”

“What missing piece?” Stephen asks as he crosses his arms, book in hand.

“I’m glad you asked-“ She moves towards the portal she created moments before their conversation.

She helps lead out a Variant of Stephen, well what’s left of him at least.

“What on Earth is that?!” Stephen says in horror.

Wanda and Wong stare at the zombie variant of Strange in discomfort.

“Apparently you need to take him to your next location, something about Agatha Harkness having a real problem with zombies. I don’t know, I just did what I was told. He’s actually a lot nicer than you Stephen.” She says as she pats the zombie on the arm, causing it to drop off. They all cast their glances to it awkwardly.

“Okay, don’t worry, it’s not the first time that’s happened.” America says as she picks up the arm.

Stephen studies his Variant is disgust, his rotting skin, displaced jaw creating an immense amount of grey drool to escape.

“He’s not coming with us.” Stephen states firmly.

“Strange, if y/n told America to find him then we need him. He’s obviously important.” Wanda says as she looks towards the Variant, smirking at its attempt to pick at Stephen’s perfectly styled hair.

Stephen smacks at his Variant’s only attached hand, “Wong, you’re normally against things like this, do you want to help me out?”

Wong sees this as his perfect opportunity to get back at Stephen, “No, I agree with America and Wanda. Your Variant is coming with us.”

Stephen glares at the group, knowing that he won’t be getting rid of the zombie anytime soon. America makes quick work in reattaching the Variant’s arm.

“Now that we have that sorted, what are we going to do next?” Wanda asks.

“We shall study the book.” Wong says as he gestures to the book Stephen is holding loosely.

America rushes over and grabs the book, “Wong, why are you using the Book of Vishanti?”

“It’s the only thing that’s powerful enough to defeat Agatha and The Apprentice.” He replies.

“I didn’t help you get this just to use it for standard missions.” She says, feeling a sense of protection towards the book.

“Ah, that’s how you got it.” Stephen says with raised eyebrows.

Wong rolls his eyes, “This is not ‘standard’ by any means, we need your help America, you can decipher the scripts-“

“Oh no, no way, I don’t want to mess with this stuff.” America says, shaking her head.

Wanda grips America’s shoulders, “America, I need you to help me get my y/n back. This is so important to me, please if you can help us at least try.”

America nods her head, “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Wong turns his face up in disbelief.

“It’s her idol, I wouldn’t stress about it Wong. She’d probably say yes to anything Wanda asks her to do.” Stephen says as he pats America on the back; sighing once he notices his Variant staggering behind him.

“Well, let's find you some defence,” America says as she walks towards the temple.

Wanda knows this is their best shot at defeating Agatha, having America Chavez on their side gives her hope. Becoming aware that America knows every aspect of the Book of Vishanti.

Now all she needs to do is prepare for what’s next.

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“Hon, open up the door.” Agatha called through the wooden barrier.

You released a staggered breath, wiping away the tears that remained on your face.

In order to stay in control, you cannot let the Apprentice take over your mind again. The episodes are becoming more frequent, and they are lasting a lot longer than before.

You take in a deep breath, attempting to keep your emotions in check as you stand up to open the door.

You meet Agatha’s curious eyes, “Sweetpea, surely you don’t mistake me for a complete fool.” She says in a low tone.

You tense slightly from her words, knowing she knows the Apprentice has shifted from your mind, “Agatha, you don’t have to do this, I’m sure if you surrender to-“

Before you have the chance to finish your sentence, Agatha rolls her eyes and sends a wave of purple magic your way; sending you through the wall of her house.

She releases a groan of frustration, irritated that she now has to deal with your ‘innocent’ side when Wanda and her team are fast approaching.

You land on the ground with a harsh thud, completely winding you and sending a tense shockwave throughout your body.

You grip at the grass below you as you struggle to lift yourself up, momentarily wobbling back on to your knees as the pain lingers.

Agatha walks over to you, grabbing at your hair and lifting your gaze to hers as you yelp out at the action.

“I don’t have time for you y/n, bring back the Apprentice and we can sort out the mess you’ve created.”

You grip at Agatha’s hand, clutching your roots, breathing heavily through the strain, “No, I hope Wanda comes and kicks your-“ You cry out in pain as Agatha strikes your face, sending you back towards the ground.

Agatha conjures a purple orb of her magic, ready to harm you in unimaginable ways, having seemingly outlived your use and giving her the chance to flee from the others without you trailing behind.

She freezes when she sees your face.

You slowly turn to her, displaying red, glowing eyes. This causes Agatha to stumble back slightly, having expected your signature blue powers to make an appearance.

The only time Agatha has seen such a display is from Wanda.

Her purple orb slowly dies out, as Agatha takes a moment to assess your next move.

You’re about to stand up when you notice your surroundings freeze. The birds in the sky are motionless, the leaves that were once being played on by the light breeze travelling through the town have stopped.

It’s complete silence.

You gather yourself enough to walk over to Agatha, studying her panic stricken face, even the beads of sweat have frozen on her skin.

A few seconds pass when the silence is filled, ‘y/n.’

You look around Agatha’s garden for the origin of the voice, but no presence stands out.

You hear the voice call your name out again, causing you to scan each area carefully.

‘Stop.’ The voice commands causing your eyes to widen, and your breaths to quicken.

‘Y/n, you know you can’t win this battle. Let me take control and I promise to spare you once we remove Agatha from the situation’. You deduce it’s the Apprentice playing on your subconscious.

You shake your head as tears fill your eyes, “You’re lying. You just want to steal the power she holds to create more chaos with it. You want to kill civilians, innocents. I can’t let you do that.” You whimper out.

‘She doesn’t deserve the power that courses through her veins. Imagine the capabilities we will unlock with not just Agatha’s gifts, but with Wanda’s also. It’s our destiny to unleash chaos, and change lives for the better.’

You scoff at the Apprentice’s words, “Better? What part of this is better?! You’re keeping me prisoner in my own mind just so you can carry out a destiny that doesn’t even matter. There’s a reason those scribes were hidden, you’re not worthy of the powers of the Apprentice, no one is.” You cry out, refusing to let the Apprentice coerce you into handing over control.

‘I was willing to forgive you for that stunt you pulled at the Kamar- Taj. Yes you saved those Sorcerers’ from a fate worse than death, but you’ve only prolonged the inevitable. They will die at the hands of the Apprentice one day. You know that.’ The Apprentice floods your mind with their wicked words.

You place your hands on your face, “You know you’re losing, and that makes you dangerous. I can’t let you take control again. I just can’t.”

Silence fills the air once more, the Apprentice knows at this point in time, you’re the strongest you’ve ever been. Harnessing the power of Scarlet Witch as a defence.

‘Fine. I’ll release Agatha from her hold. I will help you but first, we have to make a deal.’

“I’m not making a deal with you.” You say.

The Apprentice replies, ‘Y/n, give me control and I’ll vow to you that I will give you access to something you’ve been begging for your entire life.’

You remove your face from your hands, “What?”

‘Your family.’

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“Please can I come, I promise I’ll do everything you ask!” America begs Stephen as they begin to prepare the portal to WestView.

“No, it’s too dangerous. I can’t put you in harm’s way.” Stephen says gently, trying to avoid upsetting her.

“I am ready, I can do this. Just give me a chance, please.” She continues.

“America, Strange is right. Besides, we need you here in case the temple comes under attack.” Wong interjects.

America rolls her eyes, knowing it was a lame excuse.

Wanda places her hand on America’s shoulder, “Hey, you’ve helped us more than you know. Without you we wouldn’t have the Book of Vishanti or the readings to protect us. You’ve given me hope America, and that alone makes you worthy of being on our team- but on another day.”

America deflates slightly, but nods at Wanda’s words, “If you need help, you’ll let me join?” She asks hopefully.

Wanda smiles, “Of course, you’re the best back up we could hope for. Protect the temple and we’ll come back once we’ve finished the mission.” Wanda brings America into a hug, highlighting her gratitude for all the help the young girl has given them over the last few hours.

Wong and Stephen look at each other, “Do you think it’s how we say it as to why she ignores us?” Wong asks.

“No, she just knows we’ll give in a lot quicker, that’s all. Alright team, let’s go.” Stephen says as he finishes off conjuring the portal.

Wong, Wanda and Stephen’s Variant walk through the portal.

Stephen turns to America before he steps through, “Be safe Kid.”

Once he’s safely through, he stops the Sorcerer’s magic and looks around.

The town looks abandoned; fences are broken; houses are destroyed, all but one that stands in pristine condition- Agatha’s.

The sky is taken over by an ominous cloud, signifying the battle that’s about to occur.

Stephen looks at each figure standing beside him.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Without question.” Wanda says as she makes her way to the front door, having the team follow her closely.

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Agatha prepares the house for an attack, placing Ancient Runes around each corner, to limit Wanda’s powers especially.

You allowed the Apprentice to take temporary charge, under the condition that you remain aware of the choices made and can step in when requested.

The Apprentice is scanning the scribes for any useful pieces of information against Agatha, knowing she’s the stepping stone to greater capabilities with the use of power draining.

Unbeknownst to Agatha, you’re blocking the power signatures emitting from her runes, making them useless.

“I’m glad the Apprentice was able to make a reappearance, it will give us a better chance of fighting Wanda off.” Agatha says as she absentmindedly finishes off her last rune.

You choose to ignore her, using your blue Apprentice powered hands to search through the scribes, knowing that the others will be here soon.

“Apprentice, do the scribes contain any information in taking down Wanda?” Agatha curiously directs to you.

You freeze, knowing any information you give her will equal Wanda’s demise, “No, now if you will stop interrupting me and actually let me study them I might have a chance in finding something.”

Agatha gives you a challenging gaze, detecting a line of deceit. Before she can question you, you both hear the sound of her front door opening.

“They’re here, hide the scribes.” Agatha commands, causing you to place the scribes in the belt of your Apprentice suit.

Just as you finish tucking them in, Wanda, Wong and Stephen round the corner of the room.

“Ahh, so you finally showed up. I’ve got to say, I’m a little disappointed with the turn out.” Agatha teases.

You can sense another presence, but they’re not standing with the others, most likely hiding in the shadows.

You glance at each of their faces, Wong and Stephen portraying hardened expressions. When your gaze lands on Wanda, you feel as though your heart has stopped, the hurt and anguish in her face says it all.

She studies every inch of you, shaking her head in disapproval.

Agatha catches onto Wanda’s lingering gaze at your dark fingertips- tarnished by The Darkhold, “Oh, you don’t like what you see Wanda? I’ve been very impressed with my little Apprentice lately, doing all my bidding for me.”

You refrain from rolling your eyes, if this is going to work, the Apprentice side of you needs to break down Agatha’s walls and harvest any lingering energy that remains.

Your moves must be calculated, you don’t want Wanda to misinterpret your selfish actions for love. Only the true side of you still holds love for Wanda, the Apprentice wants nothing to do with her.

Stephen conjures an orange, glittering orb in his hands and flicks it into the air.

The environment changes instantly. What was once Agatha’s home is now similar to that of what was the Scarlet Witch temple.

“Impossible.” You say as you study the stone walls, and dusty floors, it’s all immaculate.

“You’re in our dimension now, we have ultimate control. We’ll give you one chance to surrender, or we will not hesitate to take either of you down.” Stephen says firmly.

You attempt to communicate with Agatha telepathically, however her thoughts are clouded with questions as to why her runes didn’t protect her from Strange’s magic.

She casts a knowing glance to you, deducing your involvement.

“Well, if you want to be independent, deal with them yourself. If you want me Strange, you’ll have to find me first.” Agatha says as she clicks her fingers and disappears into a cloud of purple mist.

“You take care of the Apprentice, we’ll handle Agatha!” Wong says as he and Stephen run towards one of the tunnels, seemingly whistling for someone else’s attention in the process.

You’re about to investigate who, until Wanda steps forward, holding a red orb of her power, causing the Apprentice to resume command.

“So, you were finally brave enough to unleash the Scarlet Witch once more, I’m impressed. I thought what happened in WestView would be enough to scare you for life.” Wanda’s eyes widened in shock.

“How do you know-“ The Apprentice finishes off Wanda’s sentence, “Agatha told me everything. Too bad you didn’t trust me enough to say anything.” They say crossing their arms.

You desperately try to take complete control over your Apprentice side, hating how Wanda is being treated.

“I did trust you, I was just trying to protect you.” Wanda says shakily.

The Apprentice raises one an eyebrow, “Did? You don’t trust me now?”

Wanda shakes her head, “No, how can I with all the pain you’ve caused recently.”

The Apprentice smiles in response, “Well then I’ll have no trouble removing you from the situation.” You shudder as you desperately try to kick out the Apprentice’s control.

Wanda mistakes your movement as an attempt to harm her, causing her to send a wave of red energy your way, easily throwing you across the surface and crashing you into the stone wall.

You release a pained grunt on impact, clutching the side of your arm.

She makes her way to you, determined. Ready to strike again she conjures an orb of magic in her hand.

The Apprentice sends a blue shockwave towards her, causing her clutch at her head and scream, they hold the power steady, hoping to cause as much damage as possible. Filling her mind with tortuous thoughts and scenarios.

The power falters when they feel a sharp tingling feeling surging their body, they look at the skin, noticing scarlet red lines travelling through it.

“Y/n, cut it out. We had a deal.”

‘Release Wanda and I’ll release you.’ You play on your own mind, intensifying the power.

Your body starts to burn from within, the pain is borderline unbearable, causing The Apprentice to release a series of whimpers.

In a split second, the power forced on Wanda falters, giving her that brief chance to attack you. She instantly sends a tendril of red to your mind, taking control of your body and ruining your chance of removing the Apprentice.

Your powers stop as she rushes towards you, clutching your throat and slamming you to the ground.

“You need to stop this, look at what you’re doing. You’re hurting the people you love. You’re becoming a monster. Stop this now before it’s too late. Let us help you!” Wanda shouts over The Apprentice’s protests.

They lift one of their knees up rapidly, allowing a strike to land on Wanda’s side, causing her to fall to the side in pain.

Once she releases The Apprentice from her hold, they land a punch to her face, sending her to the ground completely.

“Stay here, otherwise my next strike will be lethal.” They warn as they go in search of Agatha.

It doesn’t take long to find the others, all you had to do was follow the sound of Agatha’s cackles.

The Apprentice enters a secluded area of the temple, noticing how Agatha is overpowering Wong and Stephen.

“The spells aren’t working! We need the Vishanti readings!” Stephen calls out to Wong.

“We must keep trying, we have to use them as a last resort.” Wong says as he staggers to his feet.

Agatha notices your presence, “Oh hon, you’re just in time, help me finish them off would you?”

Stephen gives you a pleading look, signalling for you to turn away.

The Apprentice refuses to give in, conjuring an attack spell to send towards him.

With one quick motion they send the magic towards him.

Stephen rises to his knees, as he quickly motions his hands into Sorcerer worthy actions, halting the surge of power before it manages to impact him.

The Apprentice rolls their eyes as they advance towards him.

Suddenly he splits the power orb into several pieces, causing them to slowly drift away. Once he gathers his strength he places his hands together and pushes the orbs away with his magic, causing the orbs to strike you and Agatha, sending you both flying- knocking the Apprentice out of your subconscious.

You both land and roll across the floor, desperately gasping for air, convinced you’ve broken something with the pain darting around your body.

Agatha quickly composes herself, having used her own magic to cushion her fall, “Get up Apprentice, make yourself worthwhile.” She says as she roughly drags you up. You yelp in pain as a stabbing pain plays on your ribs, making it hard to stand up straight. As you attempt to lean onto Agatha for support, she shoves you onto the floor, worsening your condition.

“My god, you’re weak. I’ve always had my doubts about you. Look how pathetic you are, you are not worthy of holding the title of the Scarlet Apprentice. You deserve to be powered down just like your Mom all those years ago.”

You look towards Agatha with tears in your eyes, “What?”

She laughs at your state, “Aww toots, those dreams of yours, they’re very real. Though here’s the best bit, it was me who tried to take you that day. Your Mom was too selfish to let you go, to let you become something great. Now look at you, you can’t even hold yourself up after a slight tumble.”

You clench your jaw in fury, tightening your grip on your suit. After all this time, Agatha was the one who murdered your Mother, all in the name of power.

Agatha moves forward and presses her foot on your ribs, causing you to yelp.

“Now, you’ve just proven that you’re not worthy, you’ve outlived your use for me-“ She says as she places pressure on your injury with her foot, making you yell out in pain.

Agatha raises her hand with a purple orb playing along her fingertips, “Goodbye, Apprentice.”

She leans her hand back ready to strike when a figure grabs her into a chokehold, dragging her away from your body.

You release a desperate breath of relief once the pressure is removed.

You look towards Agatha, hearing her screams of desperation as a horrifying version of Stephen drags her away.

You look towards Wong and the much more alive version of Strange to see them on the ground exhausted.

The zombified Strange attempts to harm Agatha, until she sends a wave of purple through herself and sends the Zombie onto its knees.

She quickly staggers away, truly fear stricken by its presence. The decayed face reminded her of her Mother when she attacked the witches for attempting to kill her.

You smile to yourself, knowing the girl you met at the temple followed your instructions clearly. Agatha didn’t mean to show you such a weakness, you saw it once she attempted to combine your powers in locating the scribes.

She has the zombie in a prison of purple tendrils.

She glances towards you, scowling.

“This is down to you.” She says, as she tightens her force on the Zombified Strange.

He growls out in pain, desperate cries fill the area, causing your heart to drop at the sounds.

He’s practically innocent and she’s torturing him to death.

The compassion you’re feeling allows you to understand that your Apprentice side is completely absent. You place a defensive mind barrier to stop the influence of the Apprentice taking over once more, knowing they had no intention giving you back control. The pain and attacks thankfully overwhelmed the Apprentice.

You attempt to move to protect Strange’s Variant but the pain is too strong, causing you to slam back down.

Agatha stretches her powers towards Wong and Stephen, killing them from the inside.

Their cries cause tears to emerge from yourself. You feel hopeless.

Suddenly Agatha is surrounded by Scarlet red magic, disarming her of her powers.

Wanda sends several orbs of power towards Agatha, however Agatha manages to deflect them all. Wanda uses her powers to levitate, sending a powerful blast to Agatha.

Agatha uses a deflective charm, causing the red orb to bounce back towards Wanda.

Wanda barely dodges it, causing her to become distracted. Allowing Agatha to conjure scorching hot tendrils to connect to Wanda and slam her down to the ground.

Wanda begins to release painful cries as the tendrils surround her body.

Agatha staggers back towards the wall, exhausted from the exertion of force needed to take Wanda down.

“I warned you all that I wouldn’t stop until I got what I wanted. Yet, you all persisted.”

Agatha pushes herself from the wall, flicking her wrist and forming a sharp collection of her powers.

“Now, you’ll pay with your life.” She releases a lethal force towards Wanda’s limp body.

In less than a second you use what little strength you have to throw yourself in front of Wanda. Ignoring the pain to save her.

From your actions, Agatha’s deadly spell lodges into your stomach, causing you to fall to the ground.

You intake short, quick breaths, trying to ease the pain in your abdomen.

You feel Wanda grab your face, “No, no, why did you do that? Y/n!” She desperately tries to gather a response from you but every second that passes brings you closer to your demise.

The voices around you become muffled as your vision blurs. The outlines of Wong and Strange make their way towards Agatha.

Suddenly you're plunged into darkness.

Having saved your love from the destiny that always awaited you, unknowingly.

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