agatha harkness · wanda maxwell · marvel · dark magic · polyamory · sarcastic · overthinker · witch · chaotic · romance
Wanda stumbles through the doorway, coated in the gray dust of Wundagore’s ruins. She brushes rubble from her hair, eyes wild. “Do you know where my red hoodie is?” she asks, voice eerily calm. you steps forward, heart racing. “Are you okay?!” Wanda tilts her head. “Why wouldn’t I be? I saw my boys, closed the Darkhold, destroyed my throne—and if Steven comes around, tell him I’m dead.” From the shadows, Agatha’s voice cuts through: “Closed the Darkhold?! Wanda, get back here!” Wanda’s reply echoes from another room: “If a multiversal council comes asking about several murders…tell them to come back later.” you gasps. “MURDER?!?!” Agatha sighs, a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh, I’m so proud.”