#[agatha voice] oh this little shit

[apocalypse-shuffle]

AGATHA HARKNESS (mcu | agatha all along)

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“A Witch’s Bargain” (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader) and (mentioned Rio Vidal x Fem!Reader)

| Once you find out a witch as infamous and powerful as Agatha is seeking you out you decide to go to her before she can pull one over on you; an attempt was made.

| SFW, obeah, flirting, hints at immortality, reader has something going on with both Agatha and Rio, -caribbean!reader & witch!reader

| pic source: Agatha All Along (2024)

| Note, the Reader-Insert is speaking with an accent but I didn’t write the particulars of it down bcs that would’ve been a lot to parse through even for me. Also, happy less-than-forty days till Halloween!

| 2k+ words

“Oh my,” you drawl, leant back against a large tree near Westview’s local psychic shop and nearly lost in its shadow, “this is…underwhelming.”

A whopping three people — only two witches, one of which was currently powerless — pause in front of you on the sidewalk, your words ringing even truer at the way the boy amongst them jumps at your abrupt entrance.

Lips pursed, you look him up and down with little favor. If this was to be the makings of Agatha Harkness’s “great coven” the pickings truly must’ve been slim.

The very witch you came to see turns to you, her hair falling into her face with the movement like she’s in some big brand shampoo commercial. Without another word, you watch on with an opposing stillness, your heart remaining steady.

Interesting.

For a woman you’d all thought dead Agatha looked well. Hair not clumpy, skin not worn or leathery. Even the way she held herself still bellied her comfort in mysticism, even dressed like a modern day woman as she was.

“Mm,” she hums shortly, turning in place with a few unhurried steps until she can cast narrowed eyes onto her apparent newest tag-along. Matching her stare head on you lean into the sun’s light a little more, your own thick curls brushing across a few low hanging branches where your hair is wrapped in cloth atop your head. “I don’t recall asking for an Obeah Woman,” she announces, tone bitingly light.

A scoff falls past your lips.

“And I didn’t expect the whispers for a coven would lead me to you, like this,” you twitch, letting your smile spread your plush lips thin, “broken and without your gifts.”

“I wouldn’t test me, New Girl,” she parries, and you hold your palms up in surrender.

Though your expression doesn’t sober.

The smile that rises to match your own in response to that is lopsided and sharp. Years worth of condescension she’d grown too used to falling back on without caution due to the magic coursing through her coming to the surface.

Agatha Harkness’s name in whispers had sent you into a fit at first — a witch of her caliber and age with your name on her mind never meant good — but looking at her now you could only tilt your head.

On the other hand, the boy with her seems eager to shake apart with laughter that grinds upon your nerves. Luckily, one look from the Salem veteran keeps him quiet.

Mostly.

In seconds she too is cackling, however — the boy’s muffled laughter acting as background noise — and you don’t bother stopping your sneer then.

“Oh, I see. You think you're hot shit,” she draws out, voice dropping an octave. “Don’t you operate a failing apothecary out of your apartment?”

Lips flattening, you step from the shadow, your face fixed without obvious malice to the best of your ability.

“It’s a side hustle,” you sniff. “And still better than being sentenced to 100 lashes and persecuted by the Danish; if I ever see the inside of a Christianshavn prison again I’ll frig up more than a few rum distilleries.”

“Of course. Now you just get persecuted by American Authority instead,” she says, the cut of her mouth sly.

With a flourish you wave her off. “Wretched as your worry is, it’s unneeded. Poison is no different than an elixir when you make it backwards.”

“Okay,” she simpers, shrugging herself, voice light and eyes never straying from your form as you glide closer over the concrete.

Powerless or not, something beneficial could surely come of making the occasional acquaintance of such a renowned woman.

Movement in your peripherals catches your attention though, and you stop moving to turn your head to find who you can only assume is the cause of your blight today.

Your sneer situates itself right back over your lips.

“Lilia,” you announce, the woman stops in her tracks and cuts you a brazen look out of the corner of her eyes. You take caution to only let your molars grind together for a second, releasing the tension in increments as your gaze narrows on her and you stand taller. “I should cut you down where you stand.”

The psychic huffs, shawl sliding a bit down the slope of her shoulder.

Slowly pulling the covering back into place she tuts at you, “Or…you could not. I mean, let’s face it, you would’ve been drawn here regardless of if I gave Agatha your name.”

“Unlikely,” you snap, words ground out like you’d rather spit on her than keep to something so civil as using mere words to express yourself.

And you would if you weren’t in such mixed company. Lilia was only meek when she was playing some angle after all.

You didn’t like anyone else making your moves for you, forcing you to speed up your timeline. Your own plans be damned.

“Witches, witches!” Agatha cuts in, holding her hands out to keep you and the psychic apart despite the way she’s only looking your way. “Let’s not tear each other apart just yet, hm?”

She eyes you from head to toe, taking her time to pan down as she takes in your flowing clothing and lightly clacking beads, before giving you a wicked look. “We wouldn’t want to mar anything too pristine before things really get interesting, now would we?”

Knocking your gaze to Lilia for a second you clock how she initially meets your glower, but keep your gaze steady regardless, just up until she finally twitches in discomfort. Only then do you ease up, tossing a grimace of a smile her way, before watching Agatha closely once more as the psychic wanders off somewhere out of sight with a few muttered curses you pay no mind to.

Meanwhile, Agatha’s expression has changed, having lost its begrudging appraisal and turned furrowed.

You raise your brows, “Harkness?”

She squints, obscuring fine cut hazel.

“I know you, don’t I?”

“Ah,” you grin without teeth, shoulders shaking, “so you can’t tell your porridge from your oats either I see.”

She rolls her eyes.

“The ‘wise sage’ act is very annoying, I have to tell you. It’s really ruining an otherwise beautiful package and I think you should work on that.”

“Should I?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“Oh, alright,” you examine your bare nails, twisting your wrist this way and that to get a ‘better’ view of your cuticles, “you’ll have to put the request in with my secretary first, though, I fear.”

Agatha’s pet’s head pops up from over her shoulder, his face screwed up, “You have a secretary? …No offense.”

Sighing, you drop your hand back to your side and make a point of rolling your eyes hard enough to nearly make yourself dizzy.

“No. I don’t,” you tell him finally, though you don’t look away from the actual witch in front of you even as you do.

Immediately after you raise your brow at Agatha, however, “As for you, you know full well that I’m better than any sage, and that passing me up would be a waste when you need a potion maker. Regardless, no we haven’t met, but your backside is just as unpleasant as people describe.”

“Hm,” she hums in agreement, moving to toss her round brunette curls around to her back with a wink in your direction, “unpleasantly beautiful, you might say.”

“Worthless more like it,” you correct.

Agatha stops putting on her little show so quickly you might as well have just lashed her across the face.

Briefly, her eye spasms, “Watch it.”

“I might,” you say, “so long as you prove me wrong. Now, if we could get back on track.”

“Huh,” she scoffs, glaring at you now. “Fine. How bout’ this, unless you can make an elixir to make me invincible from every witch closing in on me, then scram. I’m dealing with enough ameatures as is.”

Head thrown back for a second, you laugh, letting your fervor echo throughout Lilia’s forever vacant parking lot.

“Oh, make no mistake, Harkness, I can do that...” you say eventually, voice easy in a way that gives the other woman pause. You jerk a brow up, briefly mirroring the way her interest seems to physically jump up to stare at you, “…for a price.”

Gaze finally brightening she moves to knock her male companion on the shoulder, gesturing your way afterwards before plastering a much “nicer” smile on her face.

“Teen’s got the money. Give the woman whatever she wants, come on.”

“Oh no, I don’t want money,” you cut in with a flick of your hand at the grabble she’s making for the boy’s wallet.

Agatha pauses in the middle of silently arguing with Teen, glancing your way from her slightly bent position.

“—You don’t?”

“I might not call myself a witch, but that in no way means I’m confused as to what you witch them does do.” You get closer to her, and how she straightens to meet your advance makes you preen. “I want a favor. A binding one.”

“As if,” the boy cuts in with, “A witch of her caliber doesn’t do binding spells, they’ll only hinder her.”

Oh my—

“You well fucking rude,” you say distastefully, giving him a harsh look. Irritatingly, his forward ass only lays his hand over his heart with a gasp.

For her part all Agatha does is laugh, knocking you lightly on the shoulder as if you’ve told a particularly funny joke, and taking you right out of your stare down. “You’re lucky you’re pretty, Dear. Cause you sure are delusional.”

She snorts.

You suck your teeth.

This back and forth routine was getting far more tiresome than you’d anticipated.

“The only lucky one here is you,” you deadpan.

She opens her mouth to respond, that same dismissal in the curve of her mouth, but then pauses. Expression twitching, she leans even closer to you to inhale.

Frowning, you pull your upper half away from her.

“What—?”

“—I should’ve known,” Agatha exclaims lowly, pointing her finger at you. “You reek of her plague, that's why you seemed so familiar. What have you been dabbling in, I wonder, to smell so thoroughly of Rio? Joining her plot against me?”

You shake your head, looking away from her. You’d only hung around Vidal for the same reasons you were hanging around Agatha: to gain connections and, better still, favors you could cash in on if you ever found yourself in a bind due to your own ventures.

You hadn’t been lying earlier when you’d said you’d start making drastic moves if you saw the inside of a cell again, you didn’t care where it was. You’d burn it all down until they had to put you down before you’d waste away imprisoned ever again.

“Absolutely not. Whatever melee that went down between you two is yours alone. All I’m worrying about is my deal.”

To the displeasure of your heightening pulse, however, Agatha doesn’t just look passingly interested or even admiring any longer. She looks like she’s been given a puzzle, and like she likes it.

“Too late,” she chirps, fluttering her lashes, “Rio is far too picky about the company she keeps alive for your involvement to be left unexplored.”

Hand coming up, she runs her nails along your jaw. You stave off a flinch from the ticklish sensation her touch elicits. “You’ve taken on too potent a poison, Darling, situating yourself in the middle of our fight,” Agatha finishes, clicking her tongue, before walking her digits back up the umber expanse of your skin to press the pads of them into the hinge of your jaw.

You swallow roughly, hope she can’t hear it.

Agatha smiles, pressing in until she can force you to meet her eyes again. They’re roving, almost manic when paired with her smile.

“Yes,” she breathes, eyes alight. “Maybe I do need an Obeah Woman after all. We’ll be going to the Witch’s Road, won’t you come with?”

No. It’s on the tip of your tongue. The feel of Rio’s blackened energy still a hot, sizzling brand across your lips.

One deal had been made already, yes, but were you sure about pursuing this one as well with the inevitability of getting caught in the middle of a centuries old rivalry so probable?

Unfortunately, your, “Fine,” slips past your lips before you can stop yourself, and rather than deal with the indignity of walking your agreement back you stay quiet.

Watching for her move. Reasoning with yourself that there were still benefits here despite this new hiccup, if only you played your cards right.

She doesn’t make you wait long.

A shiver rises over you as her presence does the same, her steps carrying her till there’s hardly a whisper between your bodies. Even without her magic, being this close to Agatha Harkness allowed her to snake herself across your soul same as Rio Vidal had when you’d also unintentionally peaked her curiosity a while back.

“Wonderful,” she coos, the pad of her thumb gliding up your cheekbone as her hazel bores deep into your brown, “let’s see about that deal then.”

Dammit to hell; this had better be worth whatever Agatha and Rio’s combined interest would do to you.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Fun fact, actually, I wrote this when I’d only watched episode two up until Agatha and Teen left Lilia’s place, and so didn’t know that Jen (gorgeous as she is) would be who they went to for poisons (or that that was in any way a requirement in the first place) so that was a fun little coincidence. Otherwise, the setting of this oneshot I just pulled out of my ass fr.

Also, character motivations are a bit funky but I can’t pinpoint the exact reason and really want to post this tonight so we’ll all have to deal.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

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Caribbean word of the day (i.e.,the glossary): “Frig” - an alternative way to say ‘fuck’. so ‘frig up’ = ‘fuck up’.

“Melee” - drama or gossip.

*remember, though, that dialects are regional so the words in this glossary aren’t used by every caribbean* 

EDITED: 9/26/24 & 10/26/24 (after s1ep7 I’m even more in love w/ Rio now)

[kenzie-floops]

Visions of You: A Lilia Calderu x femaledivination!reader

Heyyyy this is my return to fanfic, but it's been a while so I'm a bit rusty. Constructive criticism not insults please! If you don't like it.. don't read it, it's that's simple.

This will be the first part of a new series I'm working on called Visions of You. Reader is a female divinations witch, around the same age as Lilia, but physical appearance is up to you. More will be revealed later, but a happy ending is in store!

If you'd like to be added to the tag list, or taken off, let me know!

Warnings: cussing

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

I roll over and peep open my eyes to look at my alarm clock. 12:42. What the hell is someone banging on my door this time of day for? 

I push myself up out of bed, and wrap my robe around myself as I make my way to the door. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! 

“I’m coming, i’m coming!” I shouted. Could they bang any harder on my door?!?

I quickly grab the front door and thrust it open, blinking quickly at the sunlight. 

“Yes? What do you need so urgently you almost banged my door down?” I grumpily ask the two strangers standing at my door as I attempt to wipe away some of the groggy sleep from my eyes. 

“Oh!” A shrill voice pipes up. “Sorry about that, we’re just in a bit of a rush. Didn’t mean to give you such a harsh wake-up. Although it is past noon on a weekday…” The voice trails off and I snap my head up.

I had to pick up an extra shift last night at the club because one of the other bottle girls had gotten sick. That meant working on my feet for longer than usual, and I was definitely tired from the extra hours.

“Listen kiddo, i work the night shift down at the club and i’ve only been asleep for a couple hours, so excuse me if i’m a little grumpy at the fact some kid was banging on my door while i'm trying to rest” i huff out with impatience. “Now will you kindly get off my doorstep? I don’t want your cookies, or t-shirts or whatever the hell it is you’re selling”. 

I turned to close the door when the woman I hadn't noticed standing next to the teenager spoke. 

“Seriously, Y/N? Working at the local club? I didn’t think you had the guts for stripping” she says while snickering. 

I bristle at the insult. “Now just wait a minute here. I’m not a stripper, I'm a bottle girl! And who are you to throw around judgment, showing up on my front door when I don't even know…” I trail off as i get a good look at her face and recognize just who’s come to bother me. No way…

“Well holy shit!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. I lean against the door frame and look her up and down slowly.  “Now that’s a face I haven't seen in a few centuries. Agatha fucking Harkness! Can’t say I've missed your presence. What brings you to my doorstep?” 

“I’ve got a proposition for you. Mind if we come in?” she questions as she gestures inside.

I throw my head back in laughter before turning around to go inside, leaving the door ajar. 

“Sure!” I yell over my shoulder. “Come on in. I’m gonna make some tea.” 

Both Agatha and the boy trail after me into the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy following my movements as he takes in my kitchen. It’s full of dried herbs and flowers hanging from faded yellow walls. I fling open my aged brown cabinets and rifle around for a mason jar of tea leaves. 

As I prepare my water to boil and place the tea leaves in a sachet I ask “So, what brings you by Agatha? Looking for me to join you on one of your latest murder sprees in the search for some powerful totem?” 

I turn from the counter to face them, seeing that Agatha has already made herself comfortable at my small dining table. The boy was standing awkwardly behind her. 

I look the boy up and down and raise my eyebrows at Agatha. “What’s with the boy?” i question, “Finally taken on an apprentice to teach your dark and evil ways to? He seems quite young to be following in your trail of corrupted darkness.” 

The boy goes to respond, but Agatha cuts him off. “No, no, no, this is Teen and he’s…” She trails off a bit and I go to finish pouring my tea. Teen? That’s a strange name. Whatever. He got himself involved with Harkness, not my problem to deal with. 

“ A pet. Yes!” she exclaims, clapping her hands. “He’s my pet. Now listen Y/N i have a proposition for you.” 

I roll my eyes at her. “Agatha, I really don’t know what’s got you at my house stirring shit up, but I can assure you I'm not interested. If your undoubtedly dangerous proposal was all you came for, you best be going now.” 

I move to usher her out the door before ‘Teen’ shouts out. “We’re going on the Witches Road and we want you to join us!” 

He looks down a bit sheepishly as I give a bug eyed stare. 

“Please?” he hesitantly asks. “We need a divination witch and the road will give you what you want most if you join us.” He’s gotta be kidding. The Road is a death wish. 

I swiftly turn to Agatha, who shakes her head in exasperation at Teen. 

“Really, Agatha?!” I exclaim, throwing my hand up in the air and moving wildly around the room. “The Road is a death wish. No one makes it through. What have you deluded this poor boy into thinking?” 

“She hasn’t deluded me!”, Teen replies. “It was my idea actually.” 

I bury my head in my hands. No way am I joining Agatha Harknesse’s coven to journey down the Witches Road. I am not that crazy, despite what some may think and say.

“Oh hell no. Thank you but no thank you for the offer. I plan on staying alive for the foreseeable future. Harkness, take the boy and leave,” I whip around to face her, “ and please don’t come back. I don’t need whatever's got you spooked enough to go on the witches road coming after me”. 

“Oh come on!” she exasperatedly yells. “We both know you’ve been searching for something you’re never gonna find Y/N.” How the hell does she know about that? I’ve never told her of my visions of her. But then again, I asked around for decades. Maybe she caught wind of it through the grapevine of the witch community. 

“Travel the Witches Road with me” she offers. “The Road will give you what you want most when we reach the end”. 

“If we reach the end” I interject. “If.”

She’s right though. If i join them, and can successfully make it to the end of the road it will tell me how to find her. All those visions of her for all those years… Her beautiful brown eyes, her soft curly hair. What I wouldn't give to see her smile for real, and not just in a vision. 

I sigh heavily as I bring my eyes to Agatha’s. I’m seriously considering it, and for a moment I almost say yes… but I know Agatha’s reputation. Even though at one point I would have liked us to be friends, I know I can't trust her. Going on the Road with her would be certain death, and then i’d never find her.

“Agatha…” I start. “I can’t. I just can’t. Now if that's all, get out of my house. I’m tired.” 

“Ok, ok” she says, lifting her hands in mock surrender as she turns to leave. 

Unexpectedly, Teen makes his way towards me. “Here” he says as he places a card in my hand. “This is Agatha’s address. Be here tonight at 6:30 if you change your mind, and I hope you will” he says as smiles. 

“Teen!” Agatha barks from the doorway. “Come on! We don’t have all day” 

Teen runs after her, and as suddenly as they had woken me, they left, and I was there to sit with my own thoughts. 

At least my tea has cooled off enough to drink. 

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Coming back to the old house

The Babysitter Serie: Pt I

Pairings: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x F!Maximoff!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Summary: When you broke up with your girlfriend you decided to come back to places you know by your heart.

Warnings: Not proofreaded,

Wc: 1,5k

A/n: Nothing really happen here cuz i didn't had idea what i can add more but everything need to start somewhere.

Your girlfriend, well, now ex-girlfriend, cheated on you. You caught her red handed when you came back earlier from a job interview, than you told her. After packing all your things you left her apartment and pulled out your phone searching for your mothers number. She didn’t answer. You called three, maybe four times but all your calls got rejected. You decided to call your father, he was never answering your calls so it wasn’t surprising he did not answer now. When leaving the calls app, you saw that one number. Before you knew you were calling her. Two signals were enough. 

“Sweetheart?” Hearing this voice makes you let out sobs. 

“Hi, uhm, can..go to my home and tell my mother to call me back?” Tears falling down your face. All you needed now was a hug from your mother. 

“Shh, sweetie, chill out. I am going to Wanda, and you need to take deep breaths.” When she was saying it, you could hear sounds of leaving the house. “ Oh.. I think there's no one home.” More sobs leaving your mouth.

“Shit.. I- Thank you ms. Vidal.” You said wanting to hang up.

“I told you to just call me by mine name.” 

After a few seconds of silence she started talking again.

“You can tell me what happened. Only if you want.” And you told her.Full story with breaks to take deep breaths. She didn't need to be around for you to feel more comfortable and safe than you were a few minutes ago. “Mhmm,  I'm gonna get Agatha and Nicholas and we will come for you.”

“You don't need-”

“Y/n.” 

“Okay… Thank you..”

“No problem sweetheart.”

Rio Vidal and Agatha Harkness, family house neighbors. They bought a place next to your family when you were sixteen. At that time you saw them a few times. Your first thought was how pretty and hot they are. Not even a year later they had their new house ready to move in. That was the first time you saw their little son, Nicholas Scratch. It was weird for you, why does Nico have a different last name, but soon later you learned that they couldn't decide which last name he should have or which one should come first. They decided to name him Scratch after their rabbit, Señor Scratchy

For the first few weeks you didn't really talk, but when your parents, Wanda Maximoff and Jarvis “Vision” Stark, invited them for dinner, you started forming some kind of friendship. Your mother didn't really like them, but you saw them as pretty cool people. Soon after you learned they are witches as your mother and younger brother. Well, you kind of were a witch too but you weren’t as good as your mother or Billy. That was also the main reason Wanda never really helped you with your powers. 

As you were in high school you started spending more time in your neighbor's house than in your own. All your parents cared for were Billy and Tommy. Your younger sibling. You were often ignored, not talking about how many times they missed something important even though you asked them to attend. But Agath or Rio were always there. When you told them for the first time how Wanda missed one of your school plays, they promised either of them would be there for you. You started bonding with Nicholas too by going out on the walks with him and playing many games. 

At some point Agatha was the one to teach you how to use your, not so strong, magic. Her touches on your skin never failed to make you shiver, and the looks Rio was always giving you made your heart always stutter. 

When  you were leaving for college, you realized you felt more for them than you should. Going to another city allowed you to forget about those forbidden feelings, you even met your ex that you fell for. You promised them you would write to them but you never did. It was easier to avoid those feelings they were making you feel. Calling either of them was so embarrassing to you. You ghosted all their texts and now you called them on a random day. 

After 2 years of college you decided to abandon it and go to work, well, it was your ex's idea but you never could find any job. You and Kate met at college. She was older, and also first to talk to you and confess. She wanted you to move in with her so you did. Not even 3 months later she started saying how useless you are if you can’t even find a job. Now you know why she never wanted you home. 

“You really didn't need to come here. I Could have taken the train with my spare money.” You said after Agatha and Rio hugged you. 

You sat in the back seat, next to Nico. He only took your hand and hugged it then fell asleep again. 

“You called for a reason.” Rio said first. 

“Besides I don't think you would be able to go on the train judging how you look.” Said Agatha, concentrating on the road. 

“Agatha.” Rio slapped her arm. “We care about you sweetheart, we are friends right?

You only nodded looking out of the window. 

After a long ride and not so long talks you arrived at your small city. Nicholas sleeping on your knees. He crawled on them somewhere in the middle of the ride. You took your things and after thanking Agatha and Rio for the hundred times, you walked to the doors of your own house. You grabbed the door handle.Closed. So you knocked. And knocked. And your father opened doors. We had a fancy suit on him, his blue eyes piercing through you.

“You don't need to pretend to be human, it's just me dad.” You said with a joking tone but with a serious face.

“What are you doing here?” That was the first word he said to you.

“You won’t even let your own daughter in?”

“Sorry, yeah, come in Y/n.” He moved aside so you could walk in. Even took your bag. “Me and your mother just came back from the Tonys party. 

“That's why you couldn't even pick up the phone.” You said sarcastically and wanted to roll your eyes, but your mother walked to the room at the same time

“Baby, what are you doing here?” She looked more surprised than Vision.

At first you stayed silent and hugged your mother. After a few seconds you started talking, but you couldn't tell them everything. You didn't tell them most of the story, as much as you needed them ,  needed your mother arm around you, you don't feel that emotionally close to them to tell all things that happened. So you shortened it to how Kate cheated on you and that you don't have a place to stay now. 

It was always like that. You spend most of your childhood and teenhood in your room or your neighbors house because your own parents were often forgetting about you, patronizing your younger brothers. 

“Ohh baby, I’m sorry. I'm gonna prepare a guest room for you… Your room is now Williams room.” Wanda petted your head leaving you with your father. 

“Y/n!” You heard Tommy's voice and soon after two bodies were hugging you. 

After spending time with your brothers, not like you had any choice. They decided you will sit with them and talk, and maybe play on playstation. By playing together they meant you would sit and watch them play. Last time you saw Billy and Tommy was more than a year ago. You had a big argument with Wanda and Vision back then. You invited them to dinner with your ex-girlfriend. You can’t even remember why you started to argue, for sure it was something stupid like always. But this time you stopped talking. Few times you wanted to send a message to your mother, but Kate was always faster to say about how badly they treated you and you don't need them. 

After Wanda made boys go to wash and sleep, you could finally have some alone time. You didn't think you would ever again sleep under your parents roof, but here you are. You were quietly listening to music, soft sounds always were helping you to fall asleep,but soon music stopped when you started getting notifications. Reading the first of them made your heart stop for a while.

Rio Vidal made group chat with you and Agatha Harkness

Rio: Hi sweetheart :D

Rio: We hope we can back in touch, we missed you

Agatha: Nicholas missed you

Rio: We and Nico missed you

Agatha: Rio and Nico*

Rio: I'm gonna kill you.

You: I missed you too

You: Sorry I ghosted you for… such a long time

You: Life was kinda hard

Rio: It’s okay dear, college is big step

You: Yeah, but it wasn’t fair to you 

Rio: Leave it

Rio: Why don’t we meet tomorrow?

Rio: We could talk about everything

You: Why did Agatha stop replying?

Rio: She's pretty busy now

Rio: Well, what will you say?

Rio:  Wanna meet?

Rio: Tomorrow, at our place, maybe 7? or 8?

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Kinktober day 14: Somnophillia

Notes: Non-con to dubcon, gender neutral pet names, Mommy kink, reader receives oral (could be any set of genitals)

You’ve grown very close to your neighbor. You got to her for comfort, and you get more than you bargained for.

Agatha was normally the composed one. Always cool and calculated. Knowing exactly when and how to press someone’s button to get what she wants.

But even the most strategic predators get hungry sometimes.

There you were, fallen asleep by her, in her bed, after a movie marathon.

You had had a fight with your mom again, a big one. You sought out your older neighbor, and strangely your closest friend, for comfort. Agatha happily took you in with open arms. You felt so stupid, you were in your 20s yet your mom could still disrupt your life in so many ways. Agatha never made you feel stupid, she understood.

She had suspected you had had a crush on her for a while now. Glowing under any word of praise she offered up. The way you had to steady your breath if she so much as brushed your shoulder. You really did try to hide it, which just made you all the more enticing to her.

And now she had you so close to her. Loose pajama shorts and tank top. Not even under the covers. Your chest rising and falling steadily.

Agatha hovered over you. Careful not to disturb your slumber. She lightly brushed some hair away from your forehead and pressed a barely there kiss. Then she kissed your cheek. And then she ghosted over your lips.

You shifted a little and she held her breath. You just turned your head to the side. Your neck exposed to her.

She just couldn’t help herself. She just needed a little fix. She pressed kisses to your neck. Light at first but you let out a sleepy little sound of pleasure and it spurred her on.

Were you dreaming about her? She gently traced your temple with her fingertip. Immediately she heard her own voice cooing sweet nothings at you. You were dreaming about her.

Licked her lips before pressing more kisses to your neck. Oh she wanted so badly to mark you, but there’d be time enough for that.

She moved down, and slowly pushed your tank top up, exposing your chest to her. Fuck you were so perfect. She brushed a nipple with her fingers and you started to stir, but not wake up.

“What would you even do? If you woke up, would you fight? I don’t think you would, I think you’d just give in hm? ” Agatha whispered.

Agatha moved further down, between your legs now. Palming you over your clothes. You bucked against her hand in your sleep.

“Bet that feels nice huh baby?” She smirked.

She kissed you in the spot she had had her hand on. God she wanted to taste you, but she didn’t want you awake just yet. She pressed more and more kisses. And your hips kept shifting.

“Please.” You said.

She looked up, your eyes were still closed. She smiled. “Sleepy little slut. Well, if you think you’re dreaming…”

Agatha gently tugged your shorts and underwear down. And breathed against your core.

You whimpered in your sleep. You were having the most wonderful dream. Everything just felt warm and pleasurable. And Agatha was there. Agatha…oh shit you were dreaming about her in her bed. You shot up, awake, to find her between your legs, about to devour you.

“A-Agatha?”

“Hi sweet pea. Have a nice dream?” She said with a devious grin.

“I-I uh…” you didn’t know what to do, you moved to pull your shorts back up but she stopped you. Pinning your wrists down on your hips.

“Ah ah ah, little love, just let me have my fun now. You can go back to sleep if you like, I don’t mind.”

You just looked at her in shock. “Have your fun?”

“Yes babydoll, do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this? God I didn’t want to lose control like this, but I couldn’t help myself baby.”

“Really?” You smiled shyly.

“Really, angel. So you just relax now, I’ll take care of everything.” She assured you.

You laid back down and held tightly onto her hands. You couldn’t believe this was really happening. You figured she didn’t see you as anything more than the silly, emotional, younger neighbor that kept her company. Knowing that she wanted you, that you made her lose control. That she just Had to take you. You shivered before her mouth even made contact.

“It’s okay baby. I’ll make you feel so good I promise.” She cooed before licking a long stripe against you.

“Fuck you taste even better than I imagined babydoll.”

Her tongue made firm circles where you were most sensitive and you gripped her hands tighter.

She squeezed back smiled up at you. “I got you baby, you’re doing good.”

You were going to cum stupidly quickly from her mouth.

“Mommy” you moaned out without thinking. Then you picked your head up to explain yourself.

“Cum for Mommy baby. You’re so perfect for me.” She said before sucking hard where you were most sensitive.

You convulsed as you came, grateful to have her to hold on to.

She kissed her way back up your body, taking note of all the places she wanted to mark.

“All mine now isn’t that right baby? Mine. My little angel.” She whispered in your ear before kissing your lips.

You bit her lip eagerly. You sucked on her tongue when she started to explore your mouth. You still couldn’t quite believe this was happening.

She chuckled when you two finally broke apart. “Not so shy anymore hm?”

You shook your head and got under the covers with her properly, laying your head on her chest.

“Did Mommy properly tire you out now?”

“Yes Mommy.”

Agatha kissed your forehead. “So good for me. Get some rest now angel.”

[florencebirdsong]

you can run but you can’t hide

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

summary: you sleep with one witch without killing her and suddenly your girlfriend has the time to hunt you down. Go figure.

Or, Agatha wants Rio’s attention and now she has it. Quick and dirty style.

tags: top!Rio, brief power!bottom Agatha, they are switches after all, fingering (both receiving), knife play, no blood description, biting, thorny vine restraints, possessive Rio, little shit Agatha

masterlist | ao3

authors note: this is early-ish in their relationship. Before Nicky but when Agatha is already well into her serial killer phase.

“Oh, Agatha~” Rio sings. 

Her voice comes from all directions. Running from the original green witch in a centuries old forest isn’t the best idea but Agatha is quite literally out of options.

A branch rustles but there’s a suspicious shadow in its opposite direction. Agatha aims slightly for the left of the branch and finds herself sliding into a ditch. Her muffling spell deadens the sound of snapping twigs and sliding leaves. She resists the urge to cast an illusion over her little dip in the ground. Not only would it not work on Death but it would be a dead give away to her. There’s leaves sticking to her face, roots poking her ribs and something sharp grazing her ankle but she doesn’t risk moving.

Leaves crunching in a steady pattern give away footsteps. 

“Agatha~” Rio sings out again, a dark edge to her voice Agatha hasn’t heard in a long time. A warning that she’s toeing the line, and not one of the fun ones they like to draw for each other.

Two steps closer and Agatha can see the edge of Rio’s silhouette. Her hand twitches but she doesn’t take the bait. They’ve been playing this game long enough for her to know better. 

Her restraint doesn’t matter. Rio already knows where she is. Shrubs grab at her and propel her into Death’s waiting arms.

“Got you,” Rio says with a cheeky grin before slamming her against a tree. Agatha tries to grapple with her but her breath has been forced out of her. Rio has her pinned within a second. “Someone’s been naughty,” she says.

“Can a girl not spend a night curing her loneliness?” 

“You know the rules. That is not how you get my attention.” Rio’s pulls her knife out and pokes into the soft flesh under Agatha’s chin.

“You’re here now, aren’t you?” Agatha says.

“Don’t tell me you’re being the jealous one, Agatha. You can summon me whenever you like,” Rio says as she trails the knife down Agatha’s throat.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the area’s a little bare of witches at the moment.”

“And yet you still managed to find one to bed,” Rio’s smile edges more towards a snarl.

“A green one too,” Agatha smiles as Rio’s snarl stretches further. “I knew that would get under your skin.”

“Oh, Agatha,” Rio knife digs in, “We both know the only thing under my skin is you.”

“Prove it,” Agatha snarls back. She goes for the knife but Rio digs it in deeper.

“Careful, sweetheart, you know what happens when my claws come out,” she slides her knife lightly along Agatha’s neck. Just enough to make a thin, red cut.

“They’re not out already?” Agatha asks. “Was me fucking another woman not enough?” 

Rio growls and throws Agatha to the ground face first. Agatha doesn’t get a chance to push herself back up. Rio jumps on top of her and she narrowly avoids slamming her chin into the ground. She expects at least a few more verbal jabs but Rio’s been pushed past her limit. She forces herself between Agatha’s legs, keeping her down with a hand pressing her head into the dirt, and tears off Agatha’s pants. Half a second later and she’s forcing three fingers into Agatha’s soaked cunt. They moan together.

It only takes three harsh thrusts for Agatha to stop being disappointed that the game is over so quickly. She pushes back onto Rio’s fingers and Rio’s grip tightens in her hair.

“If you’re so desperate then come,” she demands with a snarl. 

They’ve only just started yet Rio curls her fingers and Agatha finds herself right on the edge. Rio leans down and sinks her sharp teeth into the vulnerable skin on her neck and Agatha comes with a muffled scream.

Rio removes her teeth and laughs against Agatha’s skin.

“She must’ve been bad if that’s all it took,” she says.

“Who?” Agatha murmurs through her post-orgasm haze. Rio laughs again. She ignores Agatha’s whine as she gently pulls out and turns her over. She settles on Agatha’s hips.

“Who owns you, Agatha?” she murmurs as she runs her wet fingers down Agatha’s throat, enjoying the way Agatha basks in the attention. One corner of Agatha’s mouth twitches up.

“That witch,” she says. Rio’s fingers close around her throat. She doesn’t break eye contact.

“You don’t even remember her name.”

“I never even knew it,” Agatha says with that same teasing smile. 

What should cancel out her previous statement makes it burn hotter by the way she says it. Thorny vines shoot out to wrap around her wrists and ankles.

“I could just leave you here,” Rio threatens.

“You won’t,” Agatha says with such certainty it infuriates Rio. 

Another vine caresses Agatha’s throat before wrapping around it. She’s right. Rio has gone too long without her to leave her so soon. That doesn’t mean she has to satisfy her.

Rio begins grinding down and Agatha watches her with that same lazy smirk.

“Don’t get too cocky, Agatha. I’m going use you to come and then leave you here wanting.”

“Just like that other green witch did?”

Rio gnashes her teeth together. She resists the urge to sink them into Agatha again. Her anger will create too much force and she’ll break something. 

Instead, Rio leans down, never faltering in her rhythm, to breathe the same air as her love. She watches as Agatha drinks in every inch of her expression as she gets closer and closer. That cocky look turns into desire which then turns into pure want as Rio nears the edge. Rio’s eyes flutter close and she leans that little bit closer so her lips brush Agatha’s. Agatha tries to close the gap but the thorns cutting into her skin keep her still. Rio moans into her mouth.

A needy sound leaving her has Agatha squirming but it’s too late. Rio shudders on top of her and comes before Agatha gets a chance to fully enjoy it.

The desperate eyes that greet Rio are almost as sweet as her orgasm. She gently runs her fingers over Agatha’s cheek before gripping her face tightly.

“Don’t ever do that again,” she growls, her eyes creeping towards their other-worldly purple glow. 

Or what? Agatha wants to say but Rio’s grip is too tight. The challenge is still clear on her face and Rio’s nails lengthen to dig into her skin.

“You are mine, Agatha Harkness,” Rio hisses. “I can make you wish you were dead as much as I can make you feel alive.”

There’s a much darker note under Rio’s voice than Agatha is used to. Her challenging look turns wary. She doubts this game will ever stop being fun but that doesn’t mean nastier moments can’t sneak through. She doesn’t want Rio to doubt her devotion. That would be more dangerous than anything she’s attempted before.

“I claim you, Rio Vidal, Death, The First Green Witch,” Agatha declares. Rio’s eyes widen a fraction. “You are mine as I am yours, until the end of time.”

The words carry a hint of magic and Rio’s snarl slides off her face. 

“I am yours as you are mine,” Rio breathes with the same amount of devotion. A hint of desperation hidden by Rio sealing the vow with a kiss. Soft at first but quickly devolving into their usual hunger. 

Rio removes the vine keeping Agatha’s neck pinned, so she doesn’t have to break the kiss as she rises slightly on her knees and slips her fingers back inside of Agatha. Agatha moans into her mouth and Rio swallows it eagerly. She wants to devour her, merge their bodies and bind their souls as one. For now she settles for chasing Agatha across the continent and pulling every lick of pleasure she can from her.

Agatha’s magic snaps the rest of vines holding her down, thorns slicing her as she reaches for Rio. Her hands find the back of Rio’s neck and the bodice of her dress. Rio’s less punishing thrusts allow her room to guide the kiss. Her hand moves from Rio’s bodice to the skirts of her dress and tugs them up until she can get it under. She gives Rio the same treatment she’s receiving and slips three fingers into her heat, quickly matching her rhythm. Fingers curl, thumbs find clits, teeth scrape over skin and tongues dips into mouths. They become one moaning, writhing mess as they both reach their peaks before collapsing into each other.

Panting slightly, Agatha gently moves hair out of Rio’s face. She’s wearing that look that means she wants to consume Agatha but her eyes are flashing violet in the way that means too many bodies are calling. The strain of ignoring it is apparent on her face.

“Go do your job, Death,” Agatha releases her. “But don’t be so long this time, hmm?” 

“You won’t leave the next one alive,” Rio says firmly.

“There are other ways to torture you, my love,” Agatha says softly, like it’s a sweet promise. Rio’s eyes flash a deeper purple, no death magic lightening them. 

“I shall return soon,” she promises. 

Soon to death can be very different to life but Agatha accepts the promise with a kiss.

“Te veo,” Rio whispers against her lips before getting up and fading back into the dark. 

Agatha lies there for a along while, getting her breath back.

[p-taryn-dactyl]

way down we go: the before (i)

the series: (i) (ii) (the aftermath)

a/n: hi! i really liked writing for this AU so I decided to give a little backstory! this is the story of the first meeting/date of reader and Agatha who is in her less than legal hobby phase. hope you enjoy!

word count: 2k

warning(s): reader is a little bit oblivious...or is agatha a mastermind?; cursing oh no; mentions of stalking; did i mess up the timeline i myself created? maybe shh; also guys, it feels weird to write about the police when im not their biggest fan...eh it makes a good AU so; theres a murder! but who did it 👀 ; made up forsenics; hehe i have a plan; i kinda just throw MCU names around as characters in here sorry

You were convinced the universe had a vendetta against you as you rushed through your morning routine. You had slept in forty minutes past your alarm, much to the distaste of your neighbors, who had been the ones to wake you with pounding knocks on your door.

"Why do I have so many fucking creams and serums?" You muttered angrily about the purchases your past self had bought as a celebration of getting the job. The new job that you were now dangerously close to running late to your first day. Finally your frustration came to a head and you finally just started on your makeup, pausing your blending and swiping to pull on pants and a sweater. A sweater you realized was on backwards and inside out once you were in your car and in front of your regular coffee stand. You had pulled the sweater off and was in the process of turning it right side out when you realized you had caught the eye of one of the coffee stand customers. You also realized you were only in your bra and your car windows were far from tinted. Heat rose to your face and you sheepishly pulled your sweater on over your head. If you ever had done the walk of shame, you imagined it would feel like how you did as you got out of the car. The customer who you had made eye contact with smirked at you as you made your way to join the coffee line.

"If I known I would be getting a show, I would've brought more cash."

While her voice held a joking tone, you saw no malicious intent in her blue eyes. Dear lord you had just flashed the most beautiful woman in the world. Forget your new job, you were just gonna run away to Argentina and change your name. You gave a small laugh, embarassment still coursing through you. The woman seemed to realize and bumped your shoulder with hers.

"Oh come on now, don't be shy. I liked what I saw." She whispered into your ear and made even more heat rise to your cheeks. The blatant flirting made you genuinely smile and a small burst of confidence had you responding.

"I guess the next logical step is to buy you dinner...or coffee! This coffee, I don't know why I jumped straight to dinner." You trailed off to a mumble, the burst of confidence gone. But the woman just looked at you with a fondness that you didn't know someone could have for a stranger.

"You'll offer me dinner before you learn my name?"

Your eyes widened and your hand shot out in front of you for a handshake.

"I'm sorry, that's just rude of me honestly. First I flash you and now this!" You started to pull your hand back, wondering why you even put it out but she grabbed it, shaking your hand softly. Her eyes shone with humor as she told you her name.

"Agatha Harkness, lovely to meet you dear."

You smiled but it quickly fell as you noticed the time on her watch and how long the coffee line was.

"Oh shit, I have to go. Guess I'll push through the day without a caffeine boost."

Agatha laughed, a sound you knew you wanted to hear more of in the future.

"Dinner?" You anxiously asked as you fumbled with your car keys, unlocking your car. Agatha nodded, cocking her head to the side as she smiled at you.

"I'll meet you here around 6? We can walk to The Bistro just around the corner."

While it was a question, Agatha spoke as if it was a demand. You smiled and nodded, internally hoping Agatha wouldn't take you up on your buying dinner offer. The Bistro was a delicious restaurant but was known for prices that normally took weeks saving up for. You waved at your date, climbing in your car with a giant smile on your face. Before you shut your door, Agatha called out.

"See you later, Y/N!"

It didn't occur to you that you never told her your name.

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Agatha watched as you drove away, a smirk pulling on her lips. Finally. She had been keeping tabs on you for weeks, the new forensic scientist who was the new obstacle in her way. Over the weeks, she memorized your schedule, where you frequented and when. This coffee shop was a constant, a perfect place for an impromtu meeting. But even with all the information she collected about you, she didn't expect to genuinely like you. You were adorable, both in your mannerisms and how you spoke. If she didn't already know your history, she would be more concerned about the profession you had chose.

She also didn't expect you to ask her out, an interesting development. Agatha was prepared to inch her way into your life as a friend, slowly coercing information out of you as the friendship progressed. But this, this dinner would would change everything.

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The universe definitely had it out for you.

Almost the second after you situated yourself in your new lab, after meeting the team and thankfully clicking with them, a call came into the precinct.

A body had been found.

The excitement of your first officical case made the whole process become a blur. But reality became stark the second you crossed the yellow tape. Red and blue illuminated the air, flashing in your eyes as you made your way to the body. Almost immediately, you were grabbing the arm of Detective Jimmy Woo, the man who had been kind enough to let you have the last of the coffee pot.

"This isn't where they were killed. This is a body dump."

Jimmy, quick to grab his notepad, started jotting down what you said before looking up at you, a quizzical look on his face.

"How do you know?"

You slowly started circling the body, Jimmy following you as you explained, careful to not disrupt the photos Darcy, the CSP, was taking.

"The way he's positioned," Jimmy looked like he was about to ask how you knew the sex but you held up a hand as if to say you'll come back to that, "His arms are up against his chest and so are his legs, rigor mortis sets in after death, meaning since there's no outward indicators on the scene of a struggle and from what flesh is left, it looks like the wrists and ankles were tied, creating the position he's in now. If I'm allowed to make an educated guess, he was stuffed in the back of a vehicle of some sort and died while back there. He probably was dumped when whoever put him in the vehicle realized."

Jimmy just stared at you and you fidgeted in place. The excitement of being in a crime scene made you break a rule you learned while completeing an internship at the Jeffersonian. Never make assumptions about how the victim died, wait until you have evidence for a hypothesis. But Jimmy just nodded, an impressed look on his face as he taped his notepad with his pen.

"We're lucky to have you as our main analyst, Y/N. Welcome to the team."

Jimmy went to talk with the couple who had found the body while fishing. If you had to guess, you would say they would be staying away from seafood for a long time.

Along with your new forensic team, you inspected the scene, collecting and bagging everything and anything that seemed out of place. Finally, it was time to head back to the lab.

Dental records of the victims skull gave you an identification quickly.

Vis Maximoff, 32, reported missing two weeks ago by a neighbor, who had chosen to stay anonymous. You were surprised to see a pending case attatched to his name in the system, one that had been open for almost a year. Vis's wife, Wanda, was reported as deceased under unusual circumstances but all evidence detectives had to even start thinking about arresting Vis was either circumstancial or non-existent.

You passed on this information to Jimmy, who had a confirmation from the coroner, Hela, that your theory of how Vis died was correct. Fibers found on his body matched those of the floor of a 2017 Buick Verano. He died of asphyxiation, meaning either he had no air in the trunk of the car, or something had been covering up his nose and mouth, keeping him quiet and ultimately leading to his demise.

The rest of the day went by in what felt like a second. Soon, it was coming close to your date with Agatha and you had no time to change. Darcy proved to be your savior as she walked into your lab without knocking, quickly clocking the panicked look on your face.

"Girl are you okay? I mean you did have to look at a dead man for hours so I guess that could be it but I'm also going to guess this is about something else because you keep picking at your sweater."

You looked up at Darcy, forcing yourself to stop plucking at your clothes.

"Maybe you should be a detective," you joked, Darcy snorted as she leaned on the table across from you, silently prompting you to explain, "It's just, I have a date with someone I met at the coffee stand and she's gorgeous - I mean really pretty, and we're going to a super nice place and I'm pretty sure I have dead man juice on my pants."

Darcy shuddered before coming around to loop her arms through yours.

"Well thankfully, this department has plenty of clothes used for undercover assignments and stake outs. I'm sure we can find something that screams 'FUCK ME' in time for your date."

If you had pearls, you would have clutched them. Darcy just rolled her eyes at your dramatic reaction. She pulled you up, dragging you to the giant walk in closet where the undercover clothes resided.

"Ok don't give me that scandalized bullshit, do you or do you not want her to fuck you?"

You murmmured under your breath as you looked at the racks of clothing. Darcy crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. You sighed, making eye contact with the brunette.

"I mean I was mostly hoping that she even likes me after this date, but yes, that would be nice."

Darcy laughed, shaking her head as she joined you in looking for an outfit.

"You're a funny one, Y/N. This woman better not break your heart because you just gained yourself a best friend and- ew no not that dress, it makes you look like a corpse." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Agatha tapped her foot against the concrete as she waited for you. A small part of her wondered if you had forgotten about the date that was made so quickly, and she hated how that thought made her stomach sink.

"Agatha!"

Your voice called out as you turned the corner, looking slightly out of breath as you walked over to her as quickly as possible. You came to stand next to her as Agatha's eyes raked over you, taking in the dress Darcy and you had agreed on.

"Oh I don't know if we can go into the restaurant like this." Agatha said while slightly shaking her head. Your smile fumbled as you looked down at the dress, surprised at how much you ended up loving it.

"Oh I thought it was ni- I don't- Why is there a dress code it's breaking?"

Your panicked flurry of words made Agatha come to stand close to you, cupping your face in her hands and lifting slightly so you could make direct eye contact.

"I just don't know if I'm okay with everyone staring at my date."

You rolled your eyes jokingly as Agatha pulled away, swatting at her shoulder lightly.

"You scared me! Now if anyone is going to be staring, it's going to be at you. Did you literally jump out of my fantasies?"

You only realized what you had said once you saw the growing smirk on Agatha's face.

"Fantasies huh? We only met this morning and you're already fantasizing about me?"

You felt heat rising to your face, a seemingly normal occurence around Agatha.

"Let's go to The Bistro! Probably a long line to wait in, should get to that!"

Agatha wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close as she whispered in your ear.

"This is going to be fun."

a/n: hihi! God I love this AU! This and The Aftermath parts of Way Down We Go are going to be two parts each, and then there's something else i have planned that hopefully y'all enjoy too!! thank you for reading!

[certified-sleep-deprived]

◇Agatha Harkness x Ink Demon! Reader P2◇

Warnings: mentions of death, drowning in ink, violence, slight choking (not in a kinky way), PSTD, mentions of torture, reader gets the shit end of the stick

Part 1 here

You have been living in Agatha's home for a couple weeks now, and she's done everything in her will to make you feel at home. She's gotten you to open up a little bit, but not as much to the point where you've told her why you are the way you are. You weren't born like this, obviously; but, the memory of it all is too painful to speak of, and you wake up every night from the same nightmare, which is that of how you came to be like this.

You would always catch yourself before you went into a scream after waking up, as to not wake Agatha.

Speaking of Agatha, she always let you take her bed, and she would do everything for you, while balancing practicing her spells.

She was very open with you from the beginning, knowing you wouldn't judge as you had no position to either way, and you wouldn't even if you were "normal". She showed you some spells, and even let you practice to see if your condition granted you magic abilities; but they seemed very weak, and it was a touchy subject for you, so she left it alone and just left you to observe.

While your ankle was healing, she wouldn't let you our of bed unless it was to go to the bathroom, but even then she was nearby if you needed anything. You found it weird, thinking she was into you, but you chalked it up to your tiny crush on her messing with you. There was no way she could love someone like you, or could she?

She was able to manipulate the ink over your eyes enough to the point where you could see, like actually see. It improved your demeanor, as you weren't constantly blinded anymore.

Overall, she was very attentive to you the past few weeks, and you loved it. The feeling of getting touched in a non-harmful way was something you were getting used to, but it felt nice to have someone touch you and not be hurt for once.

There was a couple times where you had fallen asleep in her lap as she read one of her spell books, practicing her magic, and she didn't seem bothered. If anything, she encouraged it.

She was touch starved herself, so she was relishing in every moment she had that involved coming in contact with you, and before she realized it, she was developing a crush.

At first, she wanted to push it to the backburner, but as you started warming up to her and started to break through to her soft side, she knew she was fucked.

She would constantly find herself staring at you while you were turned away. She didn't care how you looked, if you looked like the Spawn of Satan or if you looked like a zombified one-footed Cary Elwes. No matter what, she definitely cared for you in a way beyond the way she does for most.

Currently, your in the nightly nightmare, again. Only this time, you found yourself violently turning in the bed, whimpering and muttering in your sleep. You felt as if you were reliving the memory instead of standing by in it from an ominescent point of view.

Agatha heard your soft voice echo through the door as she walked past it to go brush her teeth for the night, and she was concerned, so she opened the door, only to be met with your flailing form. She panicked, so she rushed to your side and tried waking you up out of your dream.

As she was doing this, the dream shifted to your demise. A slow, agonizing demise.

You shot up from the bed in a blood curdling scream, and in your blind moment of vulnerability, you grabbed Agatha by the throat, seeing her as a threat.

It was only when she choked in surprise, did you let her go with a horrified look on your face.

You backed away to the edge of the bed as she turned to approach you.

"Oh god. Oh god! No, I'm so sorry. Please, don't hate me I didn't mean it!" You desperately sob, thinking she would kill you or throw you out. But, she simply shook her head and scooted next to you, placing her hand on your arm in an attempt to ground you.

You looked into her eyes as she turned on the lamp, snuggling into her when she wrapped her arms around you in a protective embrace.

After calming down some, you speak up. "I suppose I should tell you everything, why I'm like this."

You take a deep breath after hearing her tell you to go on, and you begin your story.

"I was a normal human. Well, normal as one can be these days" you chuckle. "It was my... twenty-fourth? Maybe twenty-third... yeah, twenty-third birthday, when a couple of my friends suggested that for my birthday we should check out an abandoned animation studio from the 30's. Like the naiive fool I was, I agreed. We all split up to search the place to see if we could find any memorabilia, because why not."

Your voice trembles during the time you speak, and you feel her rubbing your arm in a comforting manner, letting you know it's okay. You let out a shaky exhale before continuing,

"I was alerted to the sound of danger when I heard one of my friends let out the most horrifying scream I've heard in my life. I was scared shitless. When I went to go investigate the noise, I was hit on the back of the head, hard, and I was knocked out. When I woke up, I was in a glass box, with no way out, and there was a man in the room who introduced himself as 'Joey Drew', although I know that wasn't really his name." You tame another pause before going on.

"He explained how I would serve as his last test for the night, and when I inquired what the hell he meant, two goopey ink creatures grabbed my arms and held me down. I looked at their faces and I saw how much they resembled my friends. When I asked what the hell he did, he simply said trying to bring cartoons to life, and that was his goal then with me. My blood ran cold, and before I could speak again, the box started to fill with ink, and the two creatures that were my friends kept holding me down. I tried fighting to swim up, but once I was submerged in the ink, my lungs were filling up, and I was suffocating. I couldn't breathe, and it was so painful, oh god!"

You sobbed out the last part, your hand clawing at your chest as if you were feeling it over again. Agatha brushed some hair out of your face to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Go on only if you feel comfortable, bunny."

The pet name made you feel butterflies. But you nodded and took a few moments before continuing.

"When I gained consciousness next, I was shackled, and I couldn't see. I felt around my body and found my whole appearance had changed. I wiped some ink from my eyes and found a mirror in front of me, showing me the beast I had becomed. I screamed in agony as the pain came rushing back, and that's when 'Joey' came in the room, smirking at himself at his handy work. He mocked me, tortured me, mindfucked me. He left me in that room for five years, until a few weeks ago when I escaped and ran right into your fence. That would place me at about twenty-eight now." You breathed the last part with a chuckle.

"I was rarely fed and hydrated, and he kept trying to shape me into his twisted image of his ideal cartoon character. I was supposed to resemble a character he created, named 'Bendy', but I came out all deformed and barely resembling him at all. I'm so glad to have run into you, Agatha. You saved my life without even knowing it."

I finish my story with a smile as I look in her alluring, baby blue eyes. And those same eyes stare down at me with so much adoration and love, they looked so soft compared to the hard outside she showed to everyone else.

Before you knew it, her lips were on yours in a tender kiss, with her arms pulling you slightly closer as a hand came to rest on your cheek.

When you both pulled away, all you can manage to say is "why". She smiles at your uncertainty, and she answers in the way you've always wanted to hear someone speak of you,

"Because I don't care for your looks. I don't care if your a fucked up version of a cartoon character. I love you for who you are, not your appearance. I love the way you can make me soft in an instant, or keep me in a calm state. I love you for you, bunny".

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you threw your head in her neck, sobbing muffled "I love you too"s. She traced her fingers up and down one of your horns, soothing you as you shook in her arms.

It was probably at least half an hour of staying like this, sobbing, until you calmed down and your sobbing ceased. Once it did, Agatha gently cupped your face in her hands, looking into your eyes as she spoke once more,

"I will help you find a way to reverse what that asshole did to you. Seeing you in so much pain breaks my heart, and I want to help you in every way I possibly can. You just say the word, and my wish is your command".

Her words almost put you in a sobbing fit again, but you were too tired and all your tears have been cried, so you simply reply to her before falling asleep,

"I will follow you to the end of the earth and back if it means I am able to be with you, Agatha Harkness. I love you so much."

The rest of the night was spent holding eachother in the other's embrace, gentle kisses shared between the two of you.

[kararomanoff]

who's your mommy?

This was written by a minor, if you don’t like that that’s okay you don’t need to read.

when Natasha comes over for a week to stay with you and your mom, she learns that you may have had sex with your now ex girlfriend but your hers? Can’t you see that

warning: smut, mommy kink, innocence kink, double sided dildo, legal age gap, pet names(detka means baby in Russian)

this is shit, I apologise for the terrible writing

its summer break from collage and you where back in your home town for a bit staying in your child hood home.

You had grown up with only your mom and big brother, your dad had left when you where 6 for another woman and it broke your mothers beautiful heart, Natasha had come to stay for a year and a half after the day he left to help as your mom had a depressive episode.

eventually you guys became like a little family, you, your mom, your 11 year old big brother and Natasha. you still remember it, you still remember the day she surprised you by taking you out of school for the day and took you to the zoo and you accidently called her mommy.

after a year and a half Natasha had to leave and go back to New York, you never stopped missing her even to this day at 20 you never stopped, of course you still saw her but only every so often, every few years and every time she saw you it always made her proud for the good smart girl you turned out to be.

but lately she had seen you a bit differently, in a more inappropriate way.

today Natasha was coming to visit you and your mom. There was never really anyway to describe how seeing Natasha again made you feel; nervous or excited or maybe scared which was absolutely stupid cause you loved her and she loved you like a daughter, or so you thought and awhile ago she thought the same thing.

''helloo'' the door opens and you hear Natasha shout, you jump up from your seat running to the front door and jumping into her arms ''NATTY!!!'' you shout in her ear with excitement ''detka'' she replys with the same excitement as she holds you as close as possible, smelling your coconut scented hair.

''Natasha'' your moms voice sounds through the front hall of your suburban house. Natasha reluctantly puts you back on the ground and walks over to your mom giving her a big hug and you can see the giant happy smile on your moms face, happy to see her best friend and that some how made your smile grow impossibly bigger knowing how Natasha had always been there for the woman you gave you life no matter what.

you walk up to them pulling Natasha out of your moms arms ''Natty i want your attention, i've not seen you in foreverrrrr!!!'' you whine

''And here i was going to say how grown up you are but it seems like your just the same little girl who called me mommy'' she smirked making you blush and duck your head.

you offered to take Natasha's suit case up stairs to her room that was left from when she lived there, you had never let her move any of her stuff out, always going into her room when you missed her. but Natasha refused and said she'd take it up because she needed a shower any way.

when she was in the shower you started on dinner knowing Natasha cant cook and wanting your mom to relax but secretly wanting to show Natasha to see your cooking skills. you decided to make her favourite, well what was her favourite last time she tried to make you dinner, which was when you where 6 you had never seen her cook since then.

you got the chicken wings out of the fridge and the sauce you made earlier, you dipped the chicken in eggs then bread crumbs and fried them, next putting the crispy chicken and spicy sauce in a tray to put in the oven.

''mhm baby that smells delicious'' Natasha spoke giving you a fright

''oh natty you scared me'' you breathe, hand on your chest

''sorry little one'' she kisses the top of your forehead, she had always done that but this time it was different, it made you feel different, a way you had only felt once with your ex girlfriend Agatha.

''Natty, you need to leave, its a surprise'' you say seriously

''oh yes, how dare i interrupt the chef'' she says with faux seriousness walking out of the kitchen to sit with your mother at the dinning room table.

you continue to cook put the chicken in the oven and setting a timer. You walk into the dinning room to see your mom and Natasha sitting across from one another drinking red wine, you sit in the chair next to Natasha as you wanted needed to be close to her.

you rest your head on her shoulder, looking up at her ''hi'' you whisper

''hi love'' Natasha whispers back making you smile

''i need to go get the dinner'' you say still look up at her beautiful face

''go get it then honey'' she continues to whisper

''okayyyy natty'' you get up wishing you where still close to her, you hadn't actually seen her in 4 years, of course you had called and text but it wasnt the same and you never wanted her to leave again.

you walk in to the kitchen getting the food out of the oven and put it on plates.

you go back to the dinning room giving Natasha her dinner first, then your mom and finally yourself.

''so how's collage been sweetheart?'' Natasha asks

''gooood'' you hum biting into your food

''she has a girlfriend too'' you mom says unknowing how Natasha would react to that ''mh y/n honey this is delicious'' Natasha blocks out what your mother is saying turning to look at you with a look in your eyes you've never seen before, almost like jealousy but that made no sense why would she be jealous?

''we broke up actually'' you say with a saddened voice

''oh baby im so sorry'' Natasha faked sadness for you, she wasn't sorry, she wanted you, she was going to be your mommy again. ''but i hope there wasn't any touching'' she turns to give you condescending look, you cant reply knowing that there was, but only once.

she picked up on this giving you what you thought was a disappointed look.

for the rest of dinner Natasha practically ignored you and it broke your heart thinking she was disappointed in you.

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it was now 10pm, you, your mom and Natasha had all watched your favourite movie. You had cuddled into Natasha the whole time but she hadn't said a word to you, she hadn't even looked at you.

''imma go to bed now'' you say getting up from your spot on the sofa.

''goodnight honey, i love you'' your mom said

''goodnight mom i love you too........goodnight Natty.... i've missed you and i love you'' and for the since dinner Natasha looked at you, her eyes soft ''i love you too little one''

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you are lying in bed in your favourite pjs that Natasha had got you for your birthday a few years ago unable to sleep knowing Nat was upset with you, you couldn't sleep like this. you get up from your bed and tip toe down the hall till your reach Natasha's bed room door, debating where to knock or just to walk in, you decide on just walking in in case she is sleeping.

when you walk in you are surrounded by the sound of panting, you frow your brows ''Natty are you okay?''

''fuck'' you here her mumble and see her head pop out of under the covers, you start to laugh and Natasha's face changed from a worried one to a confused one ''what, what's funny?''

''Natty! your hairs so messy! what the hell where you doing?'' you giggle, Natasha smiles seeing that your still her innocent little girl.

''i was just thinking about you baby girl'' that was true she was thinking about you she may just have been........ touching herself at the same time

''thinking about me makes your hair crazy?'' you continue to giggle

''it makes lots of things crazy detka''

''can i come into your bed natty?'' this was her shot, in all honesty she came this week of course because she had missed you but really because she needed to touch you, to have you, it wasn't a want anymore.

''of course you can sweetheart you don't even need to ask'' with that you get in to her bed, cuddling your head into her chest. ''how did you and your girlfriend touch honey?'' she speaks after a minutes silence and you blush yet again '' was it like this?'' Natasha cups your pussy with her already wet hand that was covered in her juices.

she watches as your face scrunches up ''Natty....what- what are you-'' Natasha cuts you off ''teaching you who you belong to princess and calling me mommy'' she says pulling your pj bottoms down as you whine.

''no panties?''

'' Aggie said it was bad to wear panties''

'' well she was right baby but you still wore your pj bottoms, you should do that because if mommy thinks you need her it'll be really hard for mommy to help you'' she rasps

'' 'm sorry mommy'' you squeaked as she started to rub her fingers against your clit

'' its okay, Aggie was mean and didn't tell you that but mommy did because im nice and i want to be able to help my baby'' Natasha speeds her fingers up making you moan as she lies between your legs teasing you. ''mommy is going to show you soooo much love tonight, you have no idea how long mommys waited to have you here'' Natasha then takes her fingers of your clit to see how you'd react, she wasn't going to let this be over fast, she had waiting to long for it to end in 2 minutes.

''mommy wh- why did you stop?'' you voice shakes needing to feel her against you again.

''awww do you need mommy to make you feel better, to fix the feeling in your tummy?'' she teases as she gets up walking over to her dresser and stripping

''yes mommy please, please please fix it, it hurts. i need you mommy'' you beg relentlessly just like she imaged you would.

she was turned away from you so you couldn't see what she was doing, she open one of her drawers pulling something out and after a few seconds turning back around.

''mommy whats that?'' you ask in fear as you stare down at the two sided dildo, the smaller side already inside of her.

''its whats gonna make you fell better dove'' Natasha climbed atop the bed pulling you down by your open legs ''this is gonna hurt a little sweetheart but i promise that in a few minutes you'll feel amazing, okay?'' she was worried for you but far more excited to ruin you and make you all hers, her little baby.

she starts to slowly push the head of the strap inside of you, making you let out a scream ''honey you need to be quite for mommy'' she whispered hoping that put it in your head to be quite.

once half of the strap is inside of you Natasha starts to take it out only to then thrust the entire length into you

she watched in pride as you bite your lip to stop your scream and tears streamed out of your eyes ''such a good girl for mommy, i promise it gets better'' Natasha's voice is surprisingly soft. she starts to very slowly thrust into you, loving all the noises of your cute little whines.

''mommy can i have more please?'' you moan into her ear, how could she say no to that. Natasha starts to thrust recklessly into you “mo-mommy mhm I-“ you moan

“Gonna cum all over mommy’s cock huh?” She rasp as she feels the coil in her stomach and brings her hand down to play with your clit

“mommy it to mu-much” you whine “feel like imma explode mommy”

“it’s okay baby explode for mommy” she thrust, look down to see you squirt all over her dick “such a good little girl” Natasha hums

“mommy- to much now” you cry after your orgasm is over as Natasha continues to thrust in to you at an outrageous speed.

“mommy need to cum to honey so be a good girl and lie still and let mommy use you as her fuck toy” you whine but do as told wanting to do what Natasha asks of you

“who’s your mommy?” Her voice is lustful as she gets herself off using your body

“you” the whispers falls out of your mouth

“who own you baby? Aggie?” She growls at her own mention of the woman

“no you own me mommy”

“fuck” Natasha groans as she finally cums riding out her high and pulling out of you, then taking the other end out of herself. Natasha climbs into the bed pulling you into her arms

“you mine now baby girl and no else is going anywhere near you”

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Thank you so much for your writing. My mind is completely in the nine cloud. If your requests are still open, Can I request Agatha Harkness scissoring with Reader? More smut? Yes please

pairing: agatha harkness x reader

summary: smut. and then some more smut. with a sprinkle of sadism in there. oh, and scissoring. 

content warnings: restraints, sadism (agatha <3), denial, crying, agatha being mean but in a loving way

word count: 1.8k+

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A/N: This is a first for me! I’ve never written a scissoring scene before, so I hope it’s to your liking!! This is a little bit shorter than my usual stuff, because it’s just pure smut hehe. Let me know what you think!

Photo Cred: Me

Good Girl

Blue eyes peered up at you from between your legs, and Agatha held steady eye contact with you as she licked a slow strip up your pussy, collecting your arousal on her tongue. Your head fell back against the pillows as you groaned, the sight alone sending pulsating waves of arousal down to your clit, which you were certain Agatha could feel. 

You’d been in this position for what felt like hours, and you were starting to get frustrated. Agatha had been slowly working you up, her hands gripping your hips and pinning them to the bed whenever you tried to move. She’d alternated between gently sucking your clit between her lips, and sloppily making out with you pussy. Occasionally, she’d dip her tongue inside, and you’d respond with a drawn out plea. 

Pulling away, Agatha licked her lips as she observed you. Your hips were attempting to escape her strong hold, canting upwards as ragged breaths left your lips. She wanted to pity you, truly, but it was difficult when you looked so perfect like this. So desperate and pliable, like putty in her hands. Or tongue, rather. 

Glancing down, Agatha smirked as she watched your arousal drip down your thighs. She was certain that her lower face was coated in your juices, but couldn’t quite bring herself to care. Not when she was so close to getting what she wanted. 

“Do you want to come?” Agatha asked, her voice teasing as you groaned. She shifted her body, rising to her knees as you pried your eyes open to glare at her. 

“Of course I want to come, I’ve been begging for the past hour.” You whined, pulling against the cuffs that attached your wrists to the headboard of your bed. As much as you loved your girlfriend, she could be downright evil sometimes. This was one of her favorite activities, sweet and slow torture. But, if you were honest with yourself, you loved it almost as much as she did. 

Smiling widely at you, Agatha raked her sharp nails down your stomach, relishing the way you trembled beneath her touch. Moving quickly, she discarded her clothes with a flick of her fingers before spreading your legs open. 

Groaning, you shuddered at the thought of more stimulation to your already over-sensitive pussy, and attempted to close your legs around Agatha’s muscular waist. When blue eyes narrowed, you realized your mistake, and quickly spread them again. 

Agatha’s hand made its way to your throat, her eyes hard as she squeezed. “Do not ever attempt to close your legs again, do you understand? This pussy is mine, and I’ll play with it however I want, and as long as I want. Are we clear?”

You swallowed harshly against the hand wrapped around your neck, nodding as best you could. You breathed a sigh of relief when Agatha’s fingers released some of the pressure they were applying, oxygen rushing back to your head and making it spin slightly. Focusing hard on breathing properly, you missed the shift in Agatha’s position as she threw her leg over one of your thighs. 

Hooking one of your legs around her waist, Agatha adjusted her hold until her pelvis was pressed firmly against yours. Then, she let out a low moan at the feeling of her own slick pussy sliding against yours. 

“Holy shit.” You breathed, your eyes snapping to where your cores met. You watched in fascination as Agatha moved her hips, the movement practically frictionless as your arousal provided a barrier between you two. The fingers around your throat released their hold, dragging down the column of your neck before landing on your chest. 

Smirking, Agatha increased the pressure of her thrusts as she began to cruelly twist your nipple between her fingers. Your mouth dropped open, your wrists straining against your restraints as your nerve endings seemed to catch on fire. You felt overstimulated, and rolled your hips to match Agatha’s in an effort to gain some control over your body. 

With a sharp pinch on your nipple, Agatha let her displeasure be known. “None of that now sweetheart,” Her voice was sickly sweet, and you felt your orgasm approach as she continued speaking. “Be a good girl, stay still and let me play with you, okay?”

Groaning, you forced your hips to still, trembling from the effort. You were rewarded with Agatha’s fingers gently rolling your other nipple between them. Your body felt like it was on fire, your orgasm quickly rising from the burning pressure where Agatha’s pelvis connected to your own. 

“Please,” You began, pleading with your eyes as Agatha moved slightly faster. She panted, her lips parting as she watched your face contort in pleasure. “I’m gonna- fuck. I’m gonna come, please can I come?”

The sound of your breathless pleas sent Agatha tumbling headfirst into her own orgasm. She squeezed your abused chest as a warning not to come without her permission as she shuddered and shook on top of you. 

Your mouth fell open, watching Agatha writhe against your center. The wet sounds of your skin sliding against each other filled the room, Agatha’s low moans filtering in and out of your ears as you watched in amazement. Your own orgasm was rising fast, and watching Agatha in the throes of pleasure against you was not helping. 

With one final thrust, Agatha finally slowed down, catching her breath as she gazed at you with pride. You were fighting to keep your hips still, your muscles trembling from the effort. Your eyes bore into her own, glazed slightly as the color of your irises was reduced to small slivers. 

A smile slowly spread across her face as an idea came to Agatha’s mind. She released your chest from her death grip, choosing to gently stroke your face as tears started to form in your eyes from the effort of not orgasming. 

“You’re doing such a good job, hon. I’m so proud of you. Such a good girl for me.” She murmured, watching your face light up at the praise. Her hands started running through your hair as she started rocking her hips once more, the sensation of her soft fingertips and sharp thrusts confusing your mind slightly. 

“I- I wanna come.” You began, before Agatha’s had you moaning with one sharp thrust of her hips. Her eyes were kind as she looked down at you, a small smile playing on her lips as she increased the pressure of her clit against yours. Her thumb swiped across your cheek, collecting the single tear that had escaped your watering eyes. 

Her smile widened, “It’s okay baby, can you hold off for a little while? I’m not done playing with you yet.” Agatha’s tone was laced with false sympathy even as she increased the speed of her thrusts. She could feel your juices increasing as you held back your orgasm, your arousal increasing at the denial. 

Nodding, you let your tears fall, choosing to focus your energy on holding off your looming orgasm instead. Agatha let a few sympathetic noises leave her lips, wiping away your tears with gentle fingers before fucking you with earnest. Her hips rocked, moving the entire bed as she slid her throbbing center against yours. She could feel another orgasm approaching, and leaned down towards you to whisper in your ear. 

“Just a little more, okay baby? As soon as I come, you’re free to orgasm as much as you’d like. Does that sound good?”

You couldn’t help but let out a whimper at her words, the sound spurring her on as her orgasm rapidly approached. Her fingers found your jaw, and she manually moved your head up and down for you. You took the hint. 

“Yes, that sounds good. Please come for me, I’ve been so good. Please- god you’re so hot. Please, Aggie.” You rambled, your brain turning to mush as you felt your muscles tense up. You hoped that you wouldn’t come before Agatha, not wanting to face a punishment. Her prolonged teasing had already been nothing short of torture. 

Agatha held back her own orgasm, wanting to see you struggle. She watched with a smile on her face as you clenched your eyes shut tightly, your hands balling into fists as you pulled against the restraints. Your lips parted, and you moaned loudly when you felt Agatha’s protruding clit against yours. 

What sent Agatha over the edge for the second time, was your eyes opening to look at her with a picture perfect look of innocence and desperation. Your eyes were wide and watering, pleading with her silently as more tears escaped. Agatha felt the dam break, and she worked her jaw as her orgasm washed over her. 

You felt Agatha’s clit pulse wildly against yours, and you felt a wave of wetness hit your own over-sensitive core. As the sound of her low, rough moans reached your ringing ears, you finally let go of your iron-clad control. 

Waves of heat seemed to rush to your core, and your hips thrust up against Agatha’s still moving form as pleasurable waves ripped through your body. You were sure that you’d strained a muscle from how hard you were pulling against your restraints, and you felt your throat start to hurt as you panted furiously. 

Through it all, Agatha continued to move against you, the combined slick from your orgasms creating a barrier between the two of you as you shook from the aftershocks. You saw black spots in your vision, and blinked at Agatha while you came down from your high. 

She didn’t stop, her eyes darkening as your whines turned into pleas. She felt her own orgasm approach again as she watched you struggle weakly against your restraints, your tears flowing freely as you buried your head into the pillow. 

“None of that, I want to see you.” Agatha’s tone was stern, and the hand on your chest reached up and wrenched your head back towards her. Her fingers tightened, becoming painful as you looked into her eyes, unable to move. 

You felt another orgasm weakly attempt to rise, the pain quickly overtaking the pleasure. Tears streamed down your cheeks and onto the damp pillow beneath your head as Agatha rocked her hips against you. She chased her orgasm, grinding down on your over-sensitive pussy until she drained the last drops of pleasure from her own body. 

Panting, Agatha finally removed herself from you. Her eyes watched as your body relaxed, a relieved smile overtaking your tear-stained face. Then, she gently swiped her finger through your dripping folds, flicking your swollen clit cruelly before bringing her finger to her lips. Sucking, she watched the realization and resignation come to your face in the span of a few short seconds.

“Oh hon, did you think we were done?” She laughed, flicking her fingers as purple wisps started to float around you. “We’ve only just begun.”

[idkwhatever580]

Agatha All Along Commentary

⚠️WARNING⚠️ AGATHA ALL ALONG 1x6 SPOILERS AHEAD

you’ve been warned

Im late again guys 😣 alright. Here goes nothing. I’m seriously considering taking my anxiety meds before these episodes because atp that might help.

Started watching at 3:00 pm

I stg I stg I stg I stg if this turns out bad I’m gonna throw up. And that says a lot considering I have emetophobia

Ooh fancy he’s Jewish

I’m not familiar with the Jewish religion but seems pretty cool.

Okay so we have established that this is Billy Kaplan which idk how y’all dug so deep to figure it out but I guess it was common knowledge and I do not have common knowledge so it adds up

Ooh now there’s a party funnn lol

I wish I had parents that were proud of me

Lmaooooo “you’re both disgusting” is so fucking real

4:25

ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

She’s kinda hot guys. I have daddy issues but I’m a lesbian lmaoooo

5:14

WTFFFF I CANT DO THIS SHIT I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT IT MEANS BUT SHES TOTALLY LYING TO HIM IN THIS

5:42

wtf does the tower reversed mean bitch

6:14

Hearing her say baby is so fucking hot I’m gonna nut everywhere

Oh lord guys I seriously have problems… but don’t say you weren’t thinking it too 😏

6:51

WTF IS THAT THING A PROTECTION SPELL OR WHAT?!?!

DID SHE PLACE THE SIGIL?!?!

Omg if she placed the sigil on him that would be insane

7:46

If y’all out there with the theories about Billy maximoff’s soul taking over Billy kaplan’s body im kms because that’s so valid

——id like to let y’all know that I know nothing about the marvel comics and I do not intend on learning or digging that deep kk? I also don’t know what Wiccan is but I guess it’s Billy maximoff? Not looking for someone to explain it tho lol——

IM SCARED J DONT WANNA SEE MY BABY

NO WANDA NO WANDA I DIDNT NEED TO HEAR HER VOICE

8:34

Holy shit.

8:39

Watching it disappear is so sad. Like I know she’s hurting and saving the rest of them

9:00

OH MY GOD THE PARENTS STAYED ALIVE I THOUGHT YALL SAID THEY ALL DIED OR LIKE TWO DEATHS

9:33

NO FUCKING WAY THIS SHIT IS ACTUALLY TRUE

Y’all playing too hard

9:52

No fucking way. I’m actually so done right now. I’m so fucking done I need to scream at someone and it needs to be the fucking producer

10:15

That must be so fucking scary to go to “sleep” as Billy Maximoff and wake up in someone else’s body. Like in Disney shows when they switch and shit they have a moment where they look in the mirror and scream but this is def more realistic

Also I thought someone said there were two deaths. I don’t see no dead people up in this bitch

10:55

wtf is this?? inside out?

11:06

Noooohohohoooooo I forgot that Billy M can mind read and shit

12:33

That dog knows

Why is it always the dog that knows?

13:44

Having to call her mom must have sucked balls

15:22

Damn he already trying to fit the part bro. Moving on too damn fast

Him and his mom with the lying bro ✋🙄

Stop I sound like Agatha 😭

16:02

SHE DID PLACE THE SIGIL ON HIM WTFFFF

16:26

Okay I see you little emo gay kid having more piercings than me and having kissed more people than me and I’m older than you 🙄

17:26

Damn that’s crazy. He actually is telling this dude his shit

18:40

Damn that’s so fucking crazy his smile is creeping me out bro

Also I totally knew little Billy M was meant to be a little gay baby

19:24

Damnit all of these hoes have connection with him. Of some kind

19:57

You found a guy on Reddit. And you’re meeting him? That sounds like you’re getting killed.

OMG WHO IS IT TELL ME WHO IT IS

ITS RALPH NO ITS RALPH POOR RANDALL SORRY RANDALL ITS JUST WE KNOW YOU AS RALPH

21:06

Damn he went kinda crazy from being with Agatha all that time huh? That means the only one that can handle her is rioooooo

21:42

Don’t take my wife’s name in vain hoe

lol I’m kidding

I also apparently have multiple wives

Lmaoooo please ask about Agatha harkness

24:06

YOU FUCKING MURDERED SPARKY I WILL NEVER EVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS I DONT CARE IF SHE MADE YOU DO THAT SHIT I HATE YOU

24:19

Omg I can’t do this shit

Does this mean that Tommy is also in someone’s body?

25:27

I seriously do wanna know what kind of crazy that lady eats for breakfast. And I hope it’s me 😏

26:24

Yeaaaahhhh this song eats me up.

27:20

HOHOHOHHHHH THAT PICTURE IS THE IMAGE OF A FA- a gay woman. A gay witchy woman…. 👀

27:36

OH YEAH THEY BROUGHT MY GIRL DOLLY INTO IT

DOLLY PARTON FOR PRESIDENT 2024

Ahem… excuse my political views ✋😭

28:20

Omg omg omg he’s going on the road to find Tommy I’m gonna cryyyyy

29:43

Oh he’s so emo with his eyeliner and his black heart boyfriend and his belt chain and his witchy witchyness

…okay maybe im jealous

29:55

Ugh mommy. They’re both so hot. I know we only see Agatha in this part but I’ll nut to the thought of Aubrey Plaza

30:06

You’re seriously using a fucking house lamp you idiot ✋😭

30:29

You tell me to stop I’ll do it mommy

OH LAWD I HAVE ISSUES

I have to shit bro 😭

31:07

Hooligan is so fucking funny 😭

31:33

Guys I’m nutting everywhere from her sitting like that she’s soooo gayyyyyy

The producer really said “gay” and Kathryn Hahn said “yes”

32:16

I think if I was in that situation as teen, I’d say I want to. I want to poke that damn bear and see if she’ll throw me on the desk and- oh. Right right. Not the point ✋😭😏

I ALSO JUST REALIZED THAT SHE IS WEARING A SHIRT THAT IS RALPHS RANDALLS? Idk anymore bro

32:59

Wait… this is so fucking funny bro 😭😭😭

33:45

OMG SHES LIKE IN THE INTERROGATION TABLE AND ITS ACTUALLY HER HOUSE BRO

I NEVER MADE THAT CONNECTION 😭😭😭

34:21

HOT HOOOTTTTT SHES SO HOT RIPPING THAT TAPE IS SO HOT

34:28

THATS SO FUCKING FUNNY BRO

34:46

Hold on these side swipe things are going too fast I’m so lost. 😭 I hate having a horrible memory that makes me not be able to remember every single detail when we’re going back to something from a different pov

35:10

STFU SHE COULDNT HEAR EITHER TIME AND BOTH TIMES HE SAID SOMETHING DIFFERENT I WONDER WHAT HE SAID ON THE ROAD WITH THE OTHER WITCHES

35:19

YEEESSSSS IM SK GLAD WERE BACK TO THE ROAD

35:28

Yes! Pull yourself out of that mystery goop!!!

36:11

FUCK YOU BITCH FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DONT BREAK THE SIGIL PIECE FUCK YOU

37:53

Wait. I am so gullible I like her being nice bro ✋😭

38:00

COVERED IN MYSTERIOUS ROAD GOOP OR NOT THAT POSE IS FUCKIGN HOT

38:09

I can’t tell if she’s crying because she’s happy the SIGIL is broken and she’s right or if she’s crying because she actually liked the kid

38:33

FUCK SHES BEING EVIL AGAIN I NEED A GOOD AGATHA AND I KNOW IM NOT GETTING THAT BUT A GIRL CAN DREAM

38:45

I’ll kill someone for you Agatha

39:05

Wait when she’s like don’t feel guilty about your talent I feel like she’s trying to be evil but it’s kind of endearing. Like. Shes so strong about it which means so many witches have felt guilty about their talents before and she doesn’t want that to hinder him. Even if she is evil that’s pretty sweet.

39:53

OH FUCK YOU BITCH KYS KYS HAHA THATS WHY YOU CANT USE YOUR POWERS BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO BE GOOD GOOD NOT DECENT GOOD

40:43

Stfu Agatha. Don’t mess with our bitch.

Robo papa? BAHAHAHAHAHAAA

she knowsssss

41:34

BAHAHAHHAAHAAAAA

42:02

“Got it” not her being serious for once ✋😭

42:25

DONT I KNOW IT BITCH YOU DIDNT HAVE TO TELL ME IM WATXHING YOU LITTLE MAXIMOFF BITCH

Post watching notes:

I seriously needed some Agathario shit and I didn’t get that and I’m mad. IM SO MAD THAT THE INTIMACY COORDINATOR WAS FOR TEO LITTLE BOYS I NEEDED MY MIDDLE AGE WOMEN TO MAKE TF OUT THEY ARE TEASING ME 😖😖😖

[beauttifullife]

Chapter 7: Showtime (Preview)

Agatha’s fingers tightened around her glass, her frustration building. She opened her mouth, ready to snap something sharp and cutting, but the words were swallowed by the sudden shift in the room. The music faded, giving way to the familiar, dramatic swell of the Game of Thrones theme. The lights dimmed even further, casting everything in shadows, as a wave of cheers erupted around them—catcalls, squeals, hollers from all sides.

The crowd surged like a living tide, the dance floor clearing as people scrambled for seats, crammed around tables, or lined up against the walls, their excitement palpable. Agatha watched with guarded curiosity, unsure of what to expect.

But the drag show that followed was, quite possibly, one of the most entertaining things Agatha had ever witnessed. She had a secret love for Broadway, and if there was one thing she knew, it was how a sprinkle of sex appeal could elevate a performance. These men—no, these women—were simply magnificent. The pageantry, the confidence, the humor—it was spellbinding. More than once, she caught herself smiling, drawn in by the energy of it all.

And then, a queen dressed as a scantily clad Cersei Lannister sauntered by their table, her hips swaying in time to the music as she collected dollar bills from the crowd. Agatha, not one to be left out, reached into her pocket and pulled out a bill, and without a second thought, she handed one over.

The queen’s eyes widened in shock, her expression turning reverent as she dramatically bowed before Agatha, sending a ripple of laughter through the nearby crowd, before moving on.

Vidal, who had been watching with amused disbelief, finally broke into laughter.

"Did you just give that drag queen a hundred?" she asked, her voice a mix of shock and amusement.

Agatha turned to her with a casual shrug.

“It was all I had.”

Vidal just shook her head, still laughing.

"You shouldn’t have done that," she said, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.

Agatha frowned, confused.

"Why not? Isn't that what people do?"

Vidal leaned back in her chair, taking a swig of her drink, her grin spreading wider.

"Oh, you'll see," she said in a teasing, sing-song voice, clearly enjoying whatever inside joke she was keeping to herself.

And sure as shit, nine performances later, the show ended, and Agatha was out a thousand bucks. Turns out, drag queens are greedy little things. They kept coming back to her table, their eyes lighting up as soon as they saw the woman who’d handed out a hundred like it was pocket change.

Not that Agatha really minded. She’d definitely spent a thousand dollars on things far less enjoyable, and watching the queens work the crowd was worth every bill.

Still, she couldn’t help but throw Vidal a sideways glance, seeing the smug amusement that had settled on her face.

"Enjoying yourself?" Agatha asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm, though even she couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips.

Vidal chuckled, leaning in slightly.

“Oh, absolutely. Watching you get worked by the queens? Worth every second.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, though she couldn't completely stifle her own amusement.

"I'll consider it charity," Agatha quipped, tossing back the last of her drink. "A tax write-off."

[two-sides-samecoin]

i kinda want to do this for every ep which i have to go back on ep 1 but i just finished rewatching agatha all along episode 3 after the finale with the reveals and things are making soo much more sense now

1. holy shit agatha is looking at billy sooo fucking much

2. fr when no on is paying attention to agatha she just straight up has no idea what’s happening

3. agatha lists off the things that the other three want which ends up happening. jen was unbound = she faced being bound. lillie was reversing her fate = she saw her younger self literally reversing her age and also seeing death. alice was what happened to mommy= she sees her mom

4. billy literally noticing that agatha didn’t drink her wine so her wine bottle fills up a little bit. he took notice kind of calling back the “it’s not loyalty it’s analysis” right now billy is only capable of analyzing agatha based either on what she does or what other people say about her.

5. lmaoo agatha’s comment of sure with billy wanting to drink the wine makes so much more sense now.

6. billy saying “i stray not from the path” and agatha’s “thank you teen” comment is actually so much more fucking hilarious. girls like well yeah you made the rules happen no shit buddy.

7. billy’s comment of “anyone can become a proper witch with training” about sharon is very interesting to me. like it’s now realized she doesn’t have magic but he believes that she can learn but girl doesn’t want to learn lmaooo

8. the door is an oven which i think is interesting when the girls just spent the whole episode talking about the stereotypes that witches gain over the years.

9. the way jen is the first one to walk forward towards the first trail - she really is the path ahead

10. holy shit there are so many shots just in general of agatha being in front of teen and teen/billy being off to the side. it really makes the whole rio comment of “you’ve been distracting me from him” so much more real. the audience is literally perceiving this that agatha is at the forefront and billy at the side

11. oh my god i just noticed another shot. when they start walking towards the house: jen is stationed by herself, billy and agatha are together, and lillie sharon and alice are all in one section together. bro they’ve literally been showing through shots what their future is going to be i’m screaming

12. broo the fucking card invite literally is a fucking reveal after you realize. “my age has value” billy kept changing ages in wandavision and now. “i’m no fun alone” billy has a twin and ends up teaming up with agatha at the end. “i mess with your mind” legit the fucking powers he has and also wanda’s spell in wandavision. “my tricks are well known” he’s literally the son of the scarlet witch

13. waiiittt agatha’s comment of “sounds like a witch” hits so much after that invitation cuz girl put it together.

14. you can really tell now that agatha is trying to figure out how this works cuz she’s shouting at certain points of “sure we do something terrible but if we don’t follow these obvious breadcrumbs and we won’t get the big prize” she literally was the one to come up with the idea of the wine being an awful experience since she wanted to see what would happen.

15. you really notice how much teen is coming up with this because people are saying shit. sharon brings up “to get these wrinkles out” which that happens her face is swollen. jen says that they’ve been poisoned and well look at that they all feel the affects of the moment. then jen describes the poison which suddenly they all experience the effects.

16. jen said “you’re the canary in the coal mine” about sharon and look she dies in the fucking oven

17. billy stares at agatha again noticing that she’s faking the face and pretending to be effected

18. “you can’t cheat agatha” ohhhh so much to unpack

19. oh god you really get how billy is pushing them and going back and forth. the drink in a very commending cold tone of voice and then he’s goes slightly softer as he says the word fine i’ll do it oh oh oh

20. agatha and jen interactions are soo much more interesting now and has so many fucking layerings

21. “they can steal your power but not your knowledge” actually has soo many connotions now. while yes it’s about jen it’s also so much about the fucking road and billy in general. billy commands the road and makes everything happen because of his fucking knowledge about a lot of things. he just doesn’t know it yet.

22. agatha’s vision is soo fucking interesting now because i think it’s her more so realizing that billy can just hear stuff and would make it happen even in fucking hallucinations. and also billy ms comment of “what did you see” makes so much more sense. he can’t see into her mind - he doesn’t know the entire meaning of this to her. and he’s so curious about it because he can only analyze her

23. lmaooo her cutting into billy so quickly actually makes so much sense now

24. sharon’s death is actually so interesting when you think about it. she technically was cured by the dosage and the door opened when she received it but also the clock was ticking anyway. and then she dies after the trail. part of me wonders if she dies because billy knows that they’re not a full coven because sharon isn’t a witch thus killing her off because she isn’t supposed to be there. but also with his comment about “anyone can become a witch” i wonder if he thinks that she is part of the coven especially since she went under the drinking the wine and at the end he carves her name on the door. soooo yeah all of the coven has to die except for one. billy and death are exempt simply because their both outliers in the idea of death as one is death and one is upsetting the balance and literally creating the road

[mcalhenwrites]

from "Late Returns" - a Geckos, Automata side story

Papa = Duncan's biological father Happa = Papa's husband/Duncan's stepfather Agatha = automaton Duncan = idiot, also the guy that took in Kieran Kieran = this child Rosalia = Duncan's nemesis This is just the first section and I don't know if I'll ever finish it, but this side story amuses me greatly. It's just grandkid and granddad interactions that are silly and sweet. A little relief from the heavier stuff I write? :')

The library was nothing like what Papa described. He said it would be a fun trip. An enlightening trip—whatever “enlightening” meant. Kieran suspected strongly that it meant “boring as shit” though. Not that he voiced that, because Papa didn’t like him using curse words. (Even though he used them all the time.)

“I don’t like books.” Papa eyed Kieran with his usual exasperation. “Is that your problem?”

“I can’t read.”

“You can, you just don’t want to. You know there are books with pictures in them, right? And books you might like reading. You’ve got to find them.”

Kieran curled his nose. “Can I go to the beach now?”

“No. Did you not notice the storm we drove through to get here? I’m not about to let you play outside in this shit. Now come on, people are staring at us.”

“Wish we could’ve brought Agatha…”

“You know why we couldn’t. Stop bringing that up.” Papa sighed. “Listen. Give the library a try, would you? Check it out for half an hour. After that—if you’ve behaved—we’ll bake some sugar cookies.”

“Can Agatha take them out of the oven again?” Kieran loved that. While everyone else had to use mitts to pull out hot pans and baking sheets, Agatha could do it with her bare hands without getting burned.

Papa rubbed his temple. “I should never have let her do that. Also, this is a library. We keep our voices down.”

Papa was no fun sometimes. That much became evident when he brought Kieran to the children’s section—and yes, Kieran could read the sign and would gladly pretend he couldn’t—and began showing him books off the favorite reads display.

“Papa, those look stupid.”

“You haven’t read a single line out of any of these. How do you know?”

“Books are dumb.”

Papa gently tapped a hardcover against Kieran’s head in annoyance. “Books are the exact opposite of dumb. You’re annoying me. Stop it.”

Kieran would never admit it out loud, but he kind of liked pestering Papa. To a point. That point being the one of no return, where he’d end up grounded to his room for an hour. He’d crossed that point more than a few times. He didn’t like it. No toys, no company, no talking.

He was allowed to read or sleep or sit there and think about what he’d done, and all three of those things were forms of torture. And now Papa was trying to get him to read for fun. Fun!

“Has anyone ever read to you?” asked Papa as he flipped through a book.

“No.”

“Damnit, Duncan.” Papa muttered that a lot whenever Kieran would tell him something about his upbringing for the four and a half years before they came to live with Papa and Happa. “Okay, listen. I’m picking up some books to read to you. If you hate them, we’ll bring them back to the library and check out different ones.”

“You can take them out of the library? Won’t you get in trouble?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, he really didn’t tell you anything.” Papa snapped the book closed. “Duncan, I swear…”

“Duncan’s not here, you can’t swear at him.”

That got Papa to crack a smile. “Yeah, but I will later.”

“Can I listen?”

Papa affectionally batted the back of his head. “Stop being like that. Pick a damn book already.”

“Just one?”

“I’ll pick three, you pick one.”

“But that’s four books.” Kieran puffed out his cheeks. “That’s too many.”

“I’m reading them to you. What does it matter?”

“You’re the worst.”

“I know I am. Now go find a book.”

“Fine, fine.” Kieran turned to the nearest bookcase and ran a finger over the spines of the books without really paying much attention to the titles. Maybe he would look for the thinnest one. Papa did say any book, didn’t he? “You and Duncan are the same, Papa.”

Papa let out a grunt. “How so?”

“You’re both cranky.”

“I’m going to send a lightning storm after you.” An empty threat. Papa loved to vocalize his displeasure, but he had what Happa had called “therapy” to deal with his temper. Papa was a similar to an overly tolerant old dog that gave someone a warning growl for pulling at his ears too often but rarely ever snapped. “Lightning bolt after lightning bolt. It’ll fry all your hair off, and we’ll see how cheeky you feel then.”

Kieran ignored him and disappeared around a bookcase. He had fallen into a section that didn’t look like it offered storybooks. They reminded him of the textbooks at school. That made them worse than the others.

At least, that’s what he thought, until something caught his eye. It looked like a book of hand gestures. He thought of the rude ways in which people expressed themselves physically and wondered if he could learn something naughty. He plucked the book from the shelf and flipped through it.

No, nothing naughty—just ways to spell out the alphabet with hands. And simple words and phrases. A whole section at the front of the book explained that it was a language used to speak with the hearing impaired and mute. His mind wandered from cursing out people with his hands to using it as a way to get Agatha to talk to him so she didn’t have to write.

And if she didn’t need to write anymore, that meant he’d have less to read. “Papa?”

“Yeah?” Papa popped his head around the corner. “Found something?”

Kieran held up the book. “Can we use this to talk to Agatha?”

Papa approached and stared down at the cover. “Sign language? I guess we could. I happen to like that she can’t talk, since you more than make up for her silence.” Papa poked Kieran playfully in the forehead. “That the book you want?”

“Yes.” Kieran hugged it to his chest like it was sacred.

“Good.”

“Can we go now?”

Papa held up two books. “I have two out of three. One more. We haven’t even been here fifteen minutes, and we’ve barely looked at the books that whole time.”

“Boring.”

“I’ll bore you, all right. Into the damn ground.”

“Try it.”

“I’ll have Hade—Happa do it.”

“He’d never. He likes me.” Kieran grinned. Happa reminded him of Rosalia in that he always stuck up for him and knew how kids worked. Papa said it was because Happa had never grown up. That didn’t seem true, especially when Happa was really tall. (Unlike Papa, who did not like being reminded he was incredibly short.)

“Yeah, he does, snot. One more book. Sugar cookies are on the line.”

“You only let me eat one at a time anyway.”

“They rot your teeth.”

“Happa eats like ten.”

“Yeah, and Happa’s had some major dental work, back when we could afford it. Now go sit at a table and practice sign language from that book while I keep looking.” Papa steered him in the direction of said table with a firm hand between his shoulder blades.

Kieran let out a huff but obeyed. It wouldn’t be much fun to practice without Agatha around, but maybe he could learn a few things first. She was smarter, anyway, and it would take him ages to remember what she could in five seconds.

He was almost through the entire alphabet—having mostly succeeded at duplicating each letter (his personal assessment)—when Papa appeared with his third pick. The book was much thicker than the others.

“That’s a lot of reading, Papa.”

“I’m the one reading it to you, remember? You’ll suffer very little.”

“It’s a vacation. Do I have to read while I’m not in school?”

“Don’t you want to be smart?”

“Not really.”

Papa rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

“Take me home. Feed me. I want lunch.”

“I can do that, once we check out our books. We have to sign you up for a library card.”

Kieran’s face fell. “A what?”

“A library card. It shows you’re responsible enough to check out books.”

“I’m not responsible. Better leave.” Kieran tried to push the sign language manual off on Papa, but his grandfather resisted.

“No, it doesn’t work like that. Get your ass back here.”

Kieran let out an exaggerated sob.

“It’s not the end of the world. No, wait—it is.”

“Yeah, it ended five years ago, Papa. Can’t believe you forgot.”

“I wish I could forget.” Papa nudged him out of the children’s section and toward the main desk. There was a young man behind it, scanning books with a device.

“Papa, they have a computer!” Kieran had only seen them as broken relics. Never a working one.

The young man looked up in surprise. As soon as he saw Kieran, he let out a laugh. “Yes, we do.”

“The computer scans your library card,” explained Papa.

“Okay, I want a library card.”

The librarian chuckled. “Sure, let’s get you signed up.” He set down the scanner and pushed aside the books to make room for Kieran and Papa’s selection.

Kieran grabbed his stack from Papa and pushed them onto the countertop. He leaned in, trying to get a good look at the monitor.

“What’s your name?”

“Kieran! K-I-E-R-A-N.”

“Last name?”

Kieran hesitated.

“Lang,” said Papa. “L-A-N-G.”

Kieran still wasn’t used to having a last name. He didn’t know Duncan had one until they moved in with Papa, and he’d made it a habit to ask for everyone’s since then. It turned out Rosalia’s was weird. DeBaum. It was capitalized twice but was still one word, not two!

The man asked for Kieran’s birthday (which he could never remember despite selecting the date) and his address (which he definitely didn’t know). Papa shot off the answers easily.

“Will they hunt me down if I don’t return the books?” asked Kieran.

“Yes, we will,” said the librarian as he typed in Kieran’s information, and he sounded serious.

“With a gun?”

“Yes,” said Papa, clearly sarcastic, “with a gun.”

“Over books?”

“Especially over books.”

Kieran noticed the librarian’s lips twitching in the corner. He was laughing!

“You’re not gonna hunt me down, are you?”

“We send reminders to your house if you don’t return them on time,” the librarian explained. “You also have to pay a late fee for every day you don’t return it.”

“I don’t have money.” Kieran squinted at the librarian. “Wait, do I have to pay for the card?”

“No, that’s free,” said Papa. “I’ll explain it when we’re home. It isn’t much, but it can add up. It’s up to me—since I’m the one who took you here—to pay if we’re late when we bring the books back.”

“I have to come back?” Kieran pretended to faint against the countertop.

“Were you this melodramatic before you came to live with me? Or is this Happa’s influence?”

It was a little of both and mostly because of Papa rather than Happa, but it was more fun for Kieran to place all the blame on his other grandfather. “Happa.”

“Figures.”

Kieran straightened up and glanced over at their checkout progress. The librarian pulled out a card and scanned the barcode on it.

“Is that mine?”

“All yours,” said the librarian. “I just need you to sign your name on it with this.” He handed over a permanent marker.

Kieran enthusiastically wrote his name in big, capital letters.

“Your last name,” reminded Papa as he oversaw the signature process. “Just like when you sign at school.”

“Okay.” Kieran held up his card and returned the marker. “I did it!”

The librarian scanned the card again, along with the books. “They’ve been checked out for two weeks. Make sure to bring them back on time.”

“I’ll bring them back as soon as Papa lets me. I don’t really need the ones he picked out. Wait, what if I lose them? Or Happa’s dog pees on them? Will I have to pay the late fee every day until I die?”

“Happa’s dog—” Papa sputtered. “Listen, where are you going to leave them? They go on a shelf or a table. Not the floor. And Happa’s dog is trained. You’re not going to lose them if you take care of them. If you don’t, I have to pay for them. It won’t be just a small fee. It’s expensive.”

“This is too much responsibility. I’m just a kid.”

“You are nearly ten.”

“Ah, that’s right. That means I’ve been alive for almost a decade.” Kieran was very proud to know a word as big as “decade” and sought to use it often.

Papa rolled his eyes. “Yeah, had a few of those in my lifetime. Now let’s get your books in your backpack. We don’t want them wet on our way out to the car.” He glanced up at the librarian. “Thank you. Sorry, he’s a handful and new to the civilized world.”

With an eyeroll to match his grandfather’s, Kieran turned around to give his grandfather access to his backpack. “I’m not an animal, Papa.”

“Prove it to me. I’m pretty sure you’re a feral human.”

Papa finished zipping his bag back up and herded him toward the doors. Finally, they were leaving! No more books. But there were still four of them, and the weight could be felt on Kieran’s shoulders as well as his mind.

“I only have myself to blame. I raised Duncan, and he clearly has no idea how to raise a child. That’s on me.”

“You admit you’re really bad at this?”

“I have never claimed otherwise.” Their conversation was cut off by the sound of the wind and downpour outside as the doors slid open. Papa grasped Kieran’s hand tightly as they dashed to his car.

Warm sugar cookies and a glass of milk sounded pretty good to Kieran as he got soaked stepping out. Even reading a book didn’t sound too bad, as long as Papa did all the work and Kieran got to play with Agatha.

[my-blind-album]

Tristan x Female Reader (REQUSTED)

@rachelcarroll1819 requested;

Hi i was wondering if you could do one where the reader is the daughter of alice and mad hatter and in a relationship with tristan( school foe good and evil?

Category; Fluff

Warnings; None

START

"Morning Evers! Another bright sunny day is upon us, so it's time to rise and shine!" Squinting my eyes from the bright sun rays that shone from the open curtains by the fairies who were making preparations in the room to start the day. "And don't forget Evers! The Evers Ball is in two days so make sure to get your partners as soon as possible, because this counts as your final grade to pass your first year!" Rising from my bed while stretching my arms followed by a long yawn. Hearing Dovey's overly cheerful voice through the microphone is tiring each and every day but I just decide to let it slide.

"Morning, Beatrix!" I hear another cheerful voice that also rings in my ear daily. "Morning, Kiko...Y/n" I turn my head to the source of the voice calling me and spotting a well-dressed and ready Beatrix piercing her green eyes at me with her mouth in shape of disgust. "Beatrix" I say turning my attention to the hyper-active Kiko who was standing next to Beatrix. "I would get ready if I were you, or at least get a comb" Beatrix says to me turning her lips to smirk before making her exit with Kiko following behind her. I look over to my nightstand table and picked up a mirror looking at my reflection my eyes widen at my hair which is in a messy state that not even my father, the mad hatter would have. I quickly jump off my bed and sprint in front of a mirror and grab the nearest brush I could find and try to fix my hair but whatever I try fails and my hair is stuck in its messy state. "Seriously?!" throwing the brush in rage I look at the time and realise that I am 20 minutes late to breakfast and I quickly run to the bathroom and getting ready and putting on an outfit made by mother before I left for school.

I rushed to door quickly leaving trying to make to the Dining Hall without tripping or making myself looking more than a freak than I already do. Finally arriving I make my way to the hall following some Never students who gave me weird glances and I returned them back. Entering the room, all eyes are on me and the room falls silent for an amount of time before I start making my way to the Ever table spotting a laughing Beatrix having her hands wrapped around her so-called-lover Tedros who looked at me with a sad facial expression shrugging his shoulders and I look away from him in disappointment and shock.

Before I could confront them a confused Agatha blocks my view of the couple. "Y/n, oh my god, your hair" "Yeah no shit Sherlock" I say with a annoyed look and tune. "Who did this?" she asks her eyes still on my hair. "Why don't you ask your prince friend over there and his little girlfriend?" I respond pointing towards the couple behind him. "Y/n. wha- what happened to you?" I feel an arm making it's way around my shoulder and look to my side to see my boyfriend. Tristan "Apparently it was Tedros and Beatrix who made her look like she's gone mad- no hate or anything" she finishes in a reassuring tune "None taken" "We don't know why though" "Well I want to believe that it's cause Beatrix sees my family to be evil and should belong to the Never section all cause my mother was irresponsible enough to drink from a strange bottle"

"I don't think that the reason" Agatha and I looked over to Tristan confused. "You see, yesterday Kiko tried asking me to the Evers Ball but I declined her and Beatrix was there and asked me why I refused and I tried explaining that I had a date already- which is you of course" I nod, raising my eyebrow. "Then they asked who it was I said it was you and Beatrix tried to 'negotiate' with me to ditch you for Kiko but I told her that we're dating and she finally left me alone" "Wow" Agatha replies not surprised by Beatrix's scheme. ""I don't think that the reason" Agatha and I looked over to Tristan confused. "You see, yesterday Kiko tried asking me to the Evers Ball but I declined her and Beatrix was there and asked me why I refused and I tried explaining that I had a date already- which is you of course" I nod, raising my eyebrow. "Then they asked who it was I said it was you and Beatrix tried to 'negotiate' with me to ditch you for Kiko but I told her that we're dating and she finally left me alone" "Wow" Agatha replies not surprised by Beatrix's scheme.

"How are you feeling Miss Never-Ever?!" Beatrix screams from her seat laughing hysterically. "Beatrix what is your problem with me?!" "You wanna know what my problem with you is?" she asks as she gets up from her seat tossing away Tedros arms trying to knock her into some sense and she makes her way to me and stands in front of Tristan and I. "You're a Never the school made a mistake for letting you joining the school for good" she says bluntly then looking over to Agatha "Same thing goes for you too, Witch!" "HEY!" she looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "Babe-" "No, Tristan! I can't let this drama queen princess treat me and my friends like this just for being different!" I say to him.

"Beatrix let me tell you something about yourself, okay" she looks at me daring to go on. "You're an obnoxious, dramatic, egotistic, narcissistic, selfish, spoilt brat who can't see people who are actually liked for who they are getting things that you know you can't get! You know how I this? It's cause I see it with my own two fucking pair of eyes! You're jealous that Agatha gets attention from Tedros cause you know that Agatha is actually a real princess one who is selfless and that's the type of girl Tedros likes!" "N-no it isn't true" "Oh really then why were you so overprotective of him when Sophie talked to him? Cause you knew she ahs the beauty that you could never have as the child of sleeping beauty herself!" "No! Lies this isn't true!" "Just admit Beatrix! You're not a true princess! You're a fake bi-" Slap. "Oh my god! Y/n?" "Y/n! Are you okay?" "Yeah" Tedros came over to use and stood between me and Beatrix. "What is your problem?!" "My problem?! Teddy she-" "Was speak the absolute truth? I know " "You can't be serious?" Tedros makes him way to stand beside Agatha holding her hand. "I'm serious as I'll ever be"

"What is going on her!?" we all look at the entrance to the hall and spot the two deans looking at us. Tristan speaks up "Beatrix! She did something to Y/n's hair and now it's stuck in a messy state!" "Beatrix?" Clarissa looks over to the girl with shock and disappoint in her eyes. "Professor Dovey I can explain-" "Save it Beatrix, as an Ever I'm going to punish you for such behaviour and enough your parents about this" "Y/n come with me!" Lady Lesso calls me and I follow her with Tristan, Agatha and Tedros by my side and we arrive at the library. "Alright I'll just look for the book and your hair will be back to normal" "Um, no offence Lady Lesso but why are you assisting her instead of Dovey?" Agatha questions. "Because this isn't any ordinary spell if you Evers aren't to reserve it so has to be dark magic and it can only be undone by a Never" "How did Beatrix get her hands on dark magic?" "I don't know but by the looks on Dovey's face and the school rules and regulations of the school for good she might be suspended" "At least" I breath out.

Walking out of the library hand in hand with Tristan and Tedros and Agatha long gone to their lessons, I watch as Tristan's face goes red after I place a small peck on his lips. "What was that for?" "Standing up for me? Being there for me when Beatrix would humiliate me and most importantly being the best lover an Ever could ask for" "Well" he brings my hand to his lips placing small kiss on them. "I guess that makes two of us then" he says but we are sooner interrupted by a cough behind us making us jump to see the dean of evil watching us. "I would get to class if I were you" she says and we nod our heads making our way to our lessons. "Lovebirds" Lesso breathes out before leaving to her school.

This was trash cause I don't what it feels like to straight anymore so please forgive me @rachelcarroll1819 for this crappy story. Hope it met your standards. And apologize for the late posting, I kept seeing this in my drafts and contemplating between starting afresh or just posting...and I chose to post.

The fact that I'm starting school tomorrow and the time in my location is 15:56 (4 mins till 4pm)- 😭🙏

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Are we still playing?

Writer’s choice! (Or engagement series. I’m a sucker for it)

Friend, we are always playing! If you ever want to chat about the engagement series or any other of my WIPs, hit me upppp.

Since this is writers choice, I picked a story in the engagement series that is a little finally different from the usual fluff. 😅 it’s the lead up to the wedding itself, and Jesper is receiving mysterious death threats from someone hellbent on stopping the wedding.

“Oh, Master Van Eck, it’s so dreadful, so utterly terrible—!” Agatha was red faced and wringing her hands in her apron, waiting for them at the door.

“Aggie? What, what’s happened? What is—“

“I THOUGHT WE WERE PAST THIS!” Wylan was interrupted by the bellow of a Kaelish voice. It sounded absolutely anguished. Irate.

Wylan felt his blood run cold, and he shared a glance with Kaz beside him. He knew he felt the same.

Leaving their jackets in the front hall, Wylan had expected to hear the laughter of his family. Maybe his mother would be at the piano, and Matthias would be twirling Nina around the parlour again. He thought perhaps Jesper and Inej would be chatting shit over another silly game— Ghezen help them if Inej tried to teach him to throw knives again. He’d gotten insufferably, dangerously good at it last time.

The last thing he expected was the ice cold tension in the air, and the rare sound of Colm Fahey losing his temper.

“It’s not like that—“ Jesper was saying, just as Wylan and Kaz came bursting into the parlour. “I’m sorry, Da!”

The door to the terrace was flung wide, the thin summer drapes billowing inward; a potted hydrangea had toppled over and was spilling soil, petals and porcelain shards all the way into the house. As if it had been kicked. Matthias was there, half shadowed as he kept a close eye on the pitch black of the garden.

“What in the Seven Hells happened?” Wylan cried, making a beeline for his fiancé.

In the middle of it all, sat on the chaise with Nina hovering at his side, was Jesper. Colm paced the length of the room like he’d throttle his son if he looked at him too long, but also had to routinely check to ensure he was still there.

“When I realised you acting funny, I thought maybe it was wedding jitters! At worst, you… maybe you were gamblin’ again.” Colm rambled on, dragging a broad hand down his face. “But this? The secrets and the bloody lies—!”

Nina cut in like a frazzled freight train. “Maybe he didn’t tell you because he knew you’d react like this!”

Wylan didn’t care about anything else— no one was giving him any answers, anyway. He dropped to his knees at Jesper’s seat, taking his scraped up, dirty face in his hands like a jewel. His rumpled shirt and torn collar were sprayed with a fine mist of blood, and… was that the mark of a garrote wire?

“Saints— lookit you.” He breathed. “You’ve been mauled.”

It was a wild exaggeration, but Wylan felt a little warmth return to his heart when he made his fiancé laugh. “I promise to make a full recovery by the wedding, Merchling. You won’t have to marry me all bruised and bloodied.”

“What happened?”

“We can’t ease him into the death threat news anymore,” he wheezed a little, gesturing at his stony faced father “not now that whoever they are tried to make good on it right here. Tonight.”

I hope you like it ❤️ thank you so much for indulging my little game! I really appreciate it!

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There’s nothing ironic about show choir (19/30)

AO3

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Prompt: Heal

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SIMON

Of course Baz settles on a song.

“The home refers to Watford,” he explains.

I roll my eyes.

“Yes, I got that much.”

The directors approve and it’s time for the two of us to actually rehearse. Most of the time, we rehearse at Ebb’s, since I still don’t want to set foot in Vitis’s choir room and Baz constantly complains about the fact that he had to see Ruta’s.

We can also rehearse in our rooms. Baz can spell it soundproof. But I think that as long as the weather allows it, we should go outside. Baz also gets a kick out of it. He’d never given Ebb the time of day, but ever since she told him about his mother, he’s different around her.

We have a month before the festival, and we’re definitely going to ace it. My voice is great, and so is Baz’s. Now that we work together, I can actually tell him so without an added insult. I try to be nicer to him by telling him he’s great and by bringing him my gran’s cake. If I don’t, then Ruta will have my head.

I was complaining about this duet to Penny and then she told me that she was the one who came up with it, together with Agatha. The traitors!

“I am not a traitor,” Penny had said, “I just think you and Baz need to heal the wound that has formed between you two, instead of rubbing salt into it.”

“There’s always been a wound between us, Pen!”

“Yes, but it’s gotten worse.”

So I am nicer to Baz now. For Penny and whole of Ruta’s sake.

Yet, Baz hasn’t really gotten the hint. He’s still scowling and sneering and being generally unpleasant, but it’s thawed a little bit. And when I sing, he actually attentively listens. Dare I say he looks mesmerised?

Okay, fuck, no not that. I am the one who’s mesmerised by his voice. I don’t get why Madam Bellamy has never put him on lead. His voice is perfect! (He’s perfect, with his perfect hair and his perfectly-fitting uniform on his perfect looking body and his perfect skills!)

He’s a great singer and the directors were right about our voices matching. Even Baz has to admit that. It’s one of the only nice things he’s said.

We don’t talk outside of the rehearsals though. We’re not friends or anything.

Yet, one day, when I see Baz on our way to class, I wave. It’s automatic! I can’t help it.

He freezes, looks around, and then awkwardly waves back.

Agatha, who is next to him, looks surprised. Penny also lets out a laugh.

“It’s just a wave,” I mumble.

“It’s a start,” Penny says.

I suppose she’s right.

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End notes: So. The song? You, my dear reader, would probably like to know which song it is. Well, the truth is that I am not fully sure. It’s either Home by Phillip Phillips, or Homeward Bound by Simon & Garfunkel OR it’s Homeward Bound/Home by *drum roll* Glee!

Basically my thought process was “Oh shit I need a song!” so I used random number generator 1 to 6. That gave me 4. Then I randomly generated a number between 1 and 22. That led to 8. Season 4 episode 8 of Glee is Thanksgiving and Homeward Bound/Home is my favourite song of the ep (I mean, it wasn’t really a competition, this is the Gangnam Style episode). I just didn’t expect to draw an episode where the best song is a mash-up, so yeah. What song do you prefer?