#Agatha is almost there as well btw

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My boy Adam is back, guys. Hooray!!

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Sweet thing (Part 1)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2000+

Summary:  A new mysterious girl appears in the Westview, capturing Agatha's attention.

A/n: I couldn't forget this plot that came to me after watching AAA so, here we go. Btw English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Agatha Harkness leaned against her kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee as the morning sun painted the room in soft, golden hues. The house was quiet, save for the faint buzz of magic beneath her skin. It was always there now, a faint hum that had taken root since Wanda’s Hex wrapped itself around the town of Westview.

Agatha didn’t mind the quiet—she thrived in it. It gave her time to think, to observe, and, most importantly, to plan. The game Wanda was playing fascinated her, the raw chaos magic that maintained this picture-perfect suburban paradise a symphony only she seemed to hear. But Agatha wasn’t content to be a spectator.

Her musings were interrupted by a knock at the door, sharp and deliberate. Agatha frowned, setting down her mug. Few people in Westview came calling without reason. The nosy neighbors usually knocked too loudly, their voices pitched with exaggerated cheer. This knock was… tentative.

Agatha adjusted her cardigan and opened the door, her curiosity immediately piqued by the girl standing on her porch.

She was young, with an almost ethereal quality to her—a soft, doll-like beauty wrapped in a modest sundress and wide-brimmed hat. Her hands were clasped in front of her, clutching a basket of baked goods, and she looked up at Agatha with a shy, hesitant smile.

“Hi,” the girl said, her voice light and airy. “I’m Y/N. Wanda mentioned I should… introduce myself?”

Wanda. Of course.

Agatha smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well, aren’t you the polite one?” she said, stepping aside to let the girl in. “Come on in, sweetie. Don’t just stand there looking like a lost kitten.”

Y/N giggled softly, the sound almost musical, and stepped inside. She looked around the living room with wide eyes, as though taking in every detail with nervous curiosity. Agatha followed her gaze, watching the way her fingers brushed the edge of a throw pillow, the faint catch in her breath as she noticed the clutter of books and trinkets on the coffee table.

“You’re new in town?” Agatha asked, her voice casual as she gestured for Y/N to sit.

Y/N perched on the edge of the couch, smoothing her dress over her knees. “Oh, yes,” she said quickly. “Very new. Wanda’s been so kind—helping me settle in, introducing me to everyone…”

Her voice trailed off, and she ducked her head, as if embarrassed by her own rambling. Agatha studied her, intrigued by the girl’s bashful demeanor. Wanda had mentioned her in passing—a "sweet little thing who could use a friend." But there was something about Y/N that didn’t quite fit the mold of Wanda’s usual creations.

“Wanda’s good at that,” Agatha said, her tone light. “She loves playing the perfect hostess. But don’t let her fool you—she’s got a bit of a wild side, that one.”

Y/N giggled again, her cheeks turning pink. “I don’t think I’ve seen that side of her yet.”

“Oh, stick around, honey. You will.”

Agatha leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other as she observed the girl with casual interest. There was something almost too perfect about Y/N—the way her smile wavered just enough to seem genuine, the slight tremor in her hands as she picked up the cup of tea Agatha had poured.

“So, what brings you to Westview?” Agatha asked, keeping her tone light.

Y/N hesitated, her gaze dropping to the cup in her hands. “I guess… I wanted a fresh start,” she said softly. “Somewhere quiet, where I could figure things out.”

Agatha raised an eyebrow. “And you picked Westview? Not exactly the first place people think of when they’re looking for a fresh start.”

Y/N’s lips quirked into a shy smile. “Wanda said it was… special. And it is. It feels… safe here.”

Safe. Agatha’s smirk widened, though she quickly hid it behind her cup. If only the girl knew the half of it.

“Well, you’re certainly in good hands with Wanda,” Agatha said, her voice warm and reassuring. “And the neighbors will eat you up. They love a sweet, innocent new face.”

“Thank you,” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced up, her eyes meeting Agatha’s for the briefest moment before darting away again.

The girl’s shyness was endearing, almost painfully so. But Agatha had spent centuries honing her instincts, and something about Y/N didn’t quite add up. She didn’t press, though. Not yet.

Instead, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as she gave Y/N a conspiratorial smile. “Wanda matchmaking again, huh?”

Y/N’s blush deepened, and she shook her head quickly. “Oh, no! It’s not like that. She just thought I could… learn a thing or two from you.”

Agatha chuckled, her sharp eyes gleaming with amusement. “Is that so? Well, I suppose I can be quite the teacher when I want to be.”

Y/N’s laugh was soft, nervous, and she ducked her head again, hiding her face behind the rim of her teacup. Agatha watched her for a moment longer, the faintest prickle of curiosity tugging at her thoughts.

Whatever Y/N’s story was, it wasn’t as simple as she made it seem. But Agatha could wait.

“Welcome to Westview, sweetheart,” she said finally, her tone warm but laced with subtle intent. “Something tells me you’re going to fit in just fine.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes glinting with a fleeting emotion Agatha couldn’t quite place. For now, the girl was an enigma—a puzzle wrapped in sweetness and blushes. But Agatha would figure her out.

Agatha Harkness prided herself on reading people like open books, but Y/N was proving to be an unexpectedly complex chapter. The girl had a way of weaving herself seamlessly into Wanda’s narrative, her every action a perfect blend of naivety and charm. The neighbors adored her, each interaction reinforcing her role as the sweet newcomer.

Agatha wasn’t fooled, not entirely. There was something there, lurking beneath Y/N’s soft demeanor. Something that kept her watching.

The afternoon sun bathed Wanda’s backyard in golden light as she bustled about, her hands full of gardening tools. The scent of freshly clipped grass mingled with the sweet aroma of cookies baking in the oven. Agatha leaned against the fence, watching as Y/N knelt beside Wanda, carefully arranging a row of daisies in the freshly turned soil.

"You’re a natural at this!" Wanda exclaimed, her bright smile aimed at Y/N.

Y/N laughed softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Oh, I don’t know about that," she said, her cheeks tinged with pink. "I’m just following your lead."

Agatha arched an eyebrow, sipping from the thermos of tea she’d brought over. The girl’s humility was textbook charming, her every move designed to blend in perfectly with Wanda’s carefully constructed suburban dream.

But there was more to it. Agatha could feel the faintest ripple in the Hex whenever Y/N was near. It wasn’t enough to break Wanda’s illusion, but it was there—a subtle distortion, like a melody slightly out of tune.

"Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N," Agatha called, her voice light and teasing. "You’ve got a knack for fitting right in, don’t you?"

Y/N looked up, her smile shy as she wiped her hands on her apron. "I just want to do my part," she said.

Wanda beamed at her, clearly pleased. "You’re more than doing your part," she said, placing a hand on Y/N’s shoulder. "You’re already a part of this little family."

Agatha’s smirk softened, though her thoughts remained sharp. Wanda’s maternal instincts were in full swing, and Y/N seemed to thrive under her attention. But was it genuine, or was the girl playing her own game?

Later that evening, Agatha found herself on her front porch, nursing a glass of wine as the stars blinked into view. The hum of the Hex was quieter here, its magic settling into a steady rhythm as the town went to sleep.

She was about to head inside when she heard the soft shuffle of footsteps. Y/N emerged from the shadows, her arms wrapped around herself as if warding off the chill.

"Agnes?" she called softly, her voice tinged with hesitation.

Agatha straightened, her brows lifting in surprise. "Y/N? What are you doing out here so late?"

Y/N hesitated at the foot of the porch steps, her green eyes wide and uncertain. "I… I didn’t want to bother Wanda," she said. "I just… I couldn’t sleep."

Agatha gestured for her to come closer, her curiosity piqued. "Well, come on up, then. No sense standing out there in the cold."

Y/N climbed the steps, her movements careful and deliberate. She perched on the edge of the porch swing, her fingers twisting in her lap.

"Trouble on your mind, sweetie?" Agatha asked, her tone casual as she leaned back in her chair.

Y/N shrugged, her gaze fixed on the ground. "I don’t know. I guess… it’s just a lot, you know? Starting over, trying to fit in…"

Her voice was soft, almost fragile, and Agatha felt a pang of something she couldn’t quite name. She studied the girl in the dim light, the faint shadows under her eyes, the tension in her shoulders.

"Fitting in isn’t all it’s cracked up to be," Agatha said finally, her voice tinged with dry humor. "Trust me, I’ve been trying for centuries."

Y/N looked up at her, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You make it look easy."

Agatha chuckled, swirling her wine. "Oh, honey, if only you knew."

They sat in companionable silence for a while, the quiet night wrapping around them like a blanket. Agatha found herself relaxing, the usual edge of her thoughts softening as she watched Y/N.

The girl was good—she had to admit that. Whatever she was hiding, she played the innocent act perfectly. But Agatha wasn’t about to let her guard down. Not yet.

"So," Agatha said, breaking the silence. "What are you really running from, Y/N?"

Y/N blinked, her expression startled. "What do you mean?"

Agatha smirked, leaning forward slightly. "Oh, come on, sweetie. Nobody ends up in a place like Westview without a reason. Fresh start, sure, but fresh starts usually mean there’s something you’re leaving behind."

Y/N hesitated, her fingers tightening in her lap. For a moment, Agatha thought she might deflect, but then the girl sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly.

"I guess… I’ve always been looking for somewhere I belong," she said quietly. "Somewhere I can just… be."

Her voice was so earnest, so raw, that for a moment, Agatha believed her. But there was a flicker of something in Y/N’s eyes—a shadow, fleeting and elusive—that reminded Agatha to stay sharp.

"Well," Agatha said finally, her tone softening. "You’ve got a knack for making people like you. That’s half the battle right there."

Y/N smiled, the tension in her shoulders easing. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha watched her for a moment longer, her thoughts swirling. The girl was a mystery, no doubt about it. But if there was one thing Agatha loved, it was solving puzzles.

"Goodnight, Y/N," she said, standing and draining the last of her wine.

"Goodnight, Agnes," Y/N replied, her smile shy as she rose to leave.

As Agatha watched her disappear into the night, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was standing on the edge of something big. Something dangerous.

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Could you do a breeding fic? Maybe Agatha is looking to impregnate you with her magic even if you have talked about it and you have emphasized that you aren’t ready

Btw I just adore your Agatha fics 💖

thank you sm!

Warnings:+18MDNI, noncon/dubcon, mind control/manipulation, forced breeding/pregnancy, somnophilia, enchanted strap

a/n: if you are uncomfortable with this, then do not read it.

Agatha pressed herself against your back, her warm embrace relaxing you. Trailing soft pecks down the back of your neck, her hands fell to your stomach rubbing circles. “Baby.” her tone almost begging.

“Agatha.” You warned, jaw tensing, “Don't start.”

She scoffed pulling away, “We’re centuries old. I don’t understand how you can still not be ready?”

The dishes in the sink clattered as you dropped them, gripping the edge of the sink taking a breath. You’re so tired of having this same argument over and over. Exhausted of having a perfectly good night with your wife ruined by this disagreement, resulting with you sleeping on the sofa.

“Because it’s a huge responsibility, and I’m not ready yet!” Spinning on your heel, you casted a stern glare at her, “I’m tired of having this argument, Agatha!”

Agatha opened to counter argue but you put your hand up to stop her. “Despite the fact that we wield immense powers in our hands it doesn’t erase the fact that a child is emotionally, physically, and financially taxing. You’re not even listening to what I’m trying to say!” you huffed, stomping past her. Booming steps echoed throughout the house as you made your way upstairs.

Agatha sees the vision, every night she dreams of it. A picture-perfect domestic scene with you, your child in your arms, both of you in her protective embrace. Agatha yearned deeply for that reality, heavily frustrated when she’s met with a wall from you. She just needs you to see the vision, too.

“I’m sorry, honey.” She looked like a kicked puppy when you saw her walk into the bedroom holding a cup of tea.

“If you’re just apologizing for the sake of it, I don’t want to hear it.” you crossed your arms turning away from her. You continue pack your things to move to the guest room downstairs. Agatha stepped into your space, holding out the cup. You sighed turning back to her, tears already welling up in her eyes, “ I am sorry. I hate fighting as much you do, and yes I haven’t been taking how you feel into consideration. I will do better.”

Eyeing her you took the tea from her, drinking a few sips to calm down. She seemed sincere, trying her hardest not to cry, “That’s all I wanted. I promise the moment I’m ready you will be the first to know.”

Mindful of the tea Agatha hugged you tightly peppering kisses anywhere she could reach. After helping you place your clothes back in the drawers Agatha pulled you into bed tucking you close to her. Truly you hoped Agatha will keep her word this time.

Fast asleep in her arms Agatha somberly played with the ring on your finger. She doesn’t like that it had come to this but she needs you to see her dream; she will make you see it.

Whispering incantations that lulled you into a deeper, heavier sleep she peeled your clothes off, shedding hers as well. Pulling you closer, her hands roamed your body, groping every inch of you. Agatha lied you down spreading your legs, placing them around her hips.

Grabbing the lube from the nightstand drawer she spread some on your exposed core, slowly working you open for her. Conjuring her strap out of thin air she coated her shaft with the extra lubricant on her hand.

She held your hips burying herself to the hilt inside you. Moaning as he watched your face scrunch up subconsciously, satisfied that even in your deep state you can still feel her. Pulling one of your legs over her shoulder she pressed a small peck to your knee, before thrusting sharply into you. Agatha grunted out, “Gonna make you a mother.”

“These tits huge with sweet milk,” Reaching up Agatha thumbed at both your nipples, feeling them harden. She took long, deep strokes, grinning each time her strap bulges up in your lower stomach. She slowed her thrusts to gently caress your stomach, “Make you round with my child.”

Her own arousal growing at the knowledge she’s so close to her dream. Agatha’s pupils blew with desire seeing your juices coat her strap, “It’s an exciting thought isn’t it, love?”

Nearing her own end Agatha sped up, holding your hips still as she pounded into you. Whispering another incantation she stilled deep inside you, not letting a drop of her hot cum escape. “Good,” Agatha breathed out, “Take it baby.”

Agatha cuddled up to you again, leaving her cock inside you. She brushed her lips against your temple, hand circling your belly, “You’ll see, baby. This is going to be good for us.”

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I almost lost you: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader/ Mom!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

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Requested by: @midnight-lestrange​

Summary: Agatha´s in love with you and you´re in love with her as well but she doesn’t know that, instead she thinks you have something with Wanda so Agatha stops talking to you, until you get severely injured.

This is a romantic!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader and Mom!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader.

Words: 6k+

Warnings: Slight angst, minor mentions of blood and reader getting hurt, but happy ending (I love happy endings btw)

Author´s notes: Hi, this was a requested story, I do not know if I should tag the people who requested at the time, I want to be respectful, so I am not sure if I should tag them, I will try and do it since it was their request and their idea and if any of the people who requested back at the time now feel uncomfortable being tagged, please let me know and I will delete the tag.

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you like it! ♥️

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really

Taglist: @midnight-lestrange  @eliscannotdance  (If someone else wants to be added to the Taglist you can send me a message or an ask, it´s alright)

Wanda was around you all the time, she never left your side, there wasn’t a moment when you were alone, it was almost as if Wanda didn’t want Agnes or anyone else to get close to you, whenever you went, no matter where,  Wanda was there by your side, grabbing your hand or holding you closer to her, she was all the time with you and this bothered Agnes a lot.

It was even weird to see you alone for more than one minute, Wanda was always behind you, making sure no one got near you, not even Dottie and she found that really amusing.

However when it came to Wanda not letting her get near you was annoying, Agnes just wanted to talk to you and hold your hand, she didn’t expect to fall for you so quickly, but she couldn’t help it, you were so sweet, your smile could brighten any room and she loved how you used to move your hands when you talked about something you loved.

The first time Agnes met you had been one week after she arrived to Westview you had left Wanda´s house and she was surprised when she saw you, Agnes smiled at the memory.

“Hiya Honey” You heard someone greeting you so you turned yourself to look at the owner of the voice, and behind you was a woman with a bike and her long dark-brown hair was bright, you smiled back at her.

“Hi” You said feeling a little shy

“I´m Agnes darling, lovely to meet you” She said with a big smile and you blushed when she winked at you

“My name´s y/n”

“So, you´re my neighbor too, right? I saw you coming out from Wanda´s house darling, I didn’t know you lived with her” Her tone was cheerful and her happy mood was contagious

“Oh yes I live there with Wanda, have you met her already?” You asked her with a curious tone

“Of course, darling I met her a week ago, she even made a performance at the talent show days ago” You frowned, a week? That couldn’t be possible right? Maybe Wanda had changed the memories of the residents here to make them believe it had already passed a week, you couldn’t just believe it, or could it be true? Of course, Wanda told you everything when you woke up, she didn’t like hiding things from you and you felt happy because she didn’t erase your memories.

Agnes found really strange that she hadn’t seen you since she arrived and she had already entered Wanda´s house many times all this week and this was the first time she saw you, what else was Wanda hiding?

“Oh well that´s great, she´s really cool” You said trying to recall the past days, it was weird you felt like you had arrived here yesterday, you tried to brushed it off, it was really not important.

“Yes, darling she´s really cool” She squinted her eyes a little, as if she was analyzing you carefully

“So, tell me honey, where are you going to?”

“I was going to see the town, I just woke up… from a long nap” You were unsure of what you were saying, you didn’t see the frown on Agnes face, this was interesting for her.

“Well, in that case I can go with you to show you the town, would you like that sweetheart?” You thought about it for a minute, she looked like a good person, so you agreed, it would be alright, and you couldn’t deny, this woman was really charming and pretty.

“I would like that” With a big smile on your face you looked at her again, you were sure you could finally be happy in this town.

“Let me put this on my garden, then we can leave doll” Doll, you said the pet name in your head, no one had called you so many pet names like her, and you liked it, you felt your chest getting warm, it was nice.

She took her bike and she placed it inside her garden and then she winked at you again, of course you laughed, she was really sweet.

“Come on dear, let´s go” Agnes linked her arm with yours and she pulled you closer to her, she brushed your hand with her fingers and you blushed furiously, the only person you felt comfortable being so close to was Wanda but Agnes made you feel just as comfortable if not more. You could smell her perfume it was a mix of vanilla and something else you couldn’t put your finger on, her perfume was really sweet and you found yourself wanting more, would she always spread her perfume all over herself when she got out of her house? Or maybe in the morning she spread it once and the essence just stayed over her all day?

“So darling, how did you arrive here?” You hear her soft voice asking you and you turned your head to have a full view of her features, you felt as if her blue eyes pierced your soul, she looked at you as if she was analyzing your expression, and you tilted you head a little to the other side thinking on what to answer, Agnes looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer, she was a very patient woman, and she could wait all the time for you to answer.

“If I recall correctly” You brought your left hand to your mouth, it was something you used to do whenever you tried to focus on something, it was an unconscious thing you did.

“I arrived here with Wanda, she drove us from some offices in her car and the ride was pretty long, I just remember falling asleep and when I woke up I was in my bed” Agnes arched her eyebrow, feeling confused because of your answer, nodding her head she bit her lip, she needed more information to understand what was going on with you.

“That´s alright dear, when you wake up from really long nap, you can feel lost, it has happened to me, especially after a long night of partying” You laughed at the movements she made with her hands as if she was dancing and she moved her shoulder to brush it against yours.

You felt so carefree with her, she made you feel alive, it was a feeling you didn’t get to have, years ago with Wanda you could only pass your nights at the compound watching a movie or cooking, but still you felt trapped, but here with Agnes, you felt that you could do anything and you wouldn’t be judged.

“Oh, hi Dottie, I love your roses!” Looking at the person whom Agnes was talking to, you saw a woman with blonde hair working in her garden.

“Thank you, Agnes,” The woman, Dottie, said back and when Agnes turned her face to look at you, she rolled her eyes and she had a funny expression on her face, she made you giggle, she was really something else.

After ten minutes you finally arrived at what it looked it was the center of the town, there were children playing with each other and some adults were sitting in the lawn, some of them were having picnics with their children and you smiled, it was a really different view from what you had seen in the last years, your memory wandered back for seconds to your old life, you felt yourself getting a little sad, outside of all these amazing things you were enjoying, you didn’t know how everything was. Agnes noticed the change in your mood, she could sense your sadness and it was as if she felt a little of what you were feeling, Agnes wanted to drag your attention from whatever you were thinking, but she didn’t know where the urges to see you smile again came from.

“Hey sweety, do you like Ice cream?” Hearing her talking to you was enough to forget about the negative thoughts, and you felt grateful for that.

“Yes, I like Ice cream, do you like it?” Seeing you smile again made her feel better, she was not sure why, maybe it was because you had a really pretty smile.

“I love it doll, what about if we go to that ice cream shop, we can get to know each other better” Agnes took your hand and dragged you to the shop, you felt her soft touch in your hand and you felt you face heating, this woman made you blush a lot. Also, you really liked the way she grabbed your hand; she did it as gentle as possible as if you were about to break.

When you entered you decided you wanted a milkshake instead of just Ice cream, and Agnes was happy to order for you, after you told her your favorite flavor, she went to tell the girl attending what the two of you wanted and you just waited for Agnes to return in one of the booths there.

You were distracted by the surroundings, everything was really pretty and even though you found strange that some places where exactly as you had imagined sometimes, everything was beautiful, you remembered one day that you were discussing all the things you would love to visit with Wanda, and you remembered telling her about a place like this.

“A penny for your thoughts sweetheart?” She asked you while sitting herself next to you, you felt her leg brushing yours and you tried to hide your blush by resting your chin on your hand.

Agnes looked at you thoroughly, she knew you were hiding something, and she wanted to know what it was, but this was different, she wanted to know Wanda´s secret because of her immense powers, but with you it was different, she felt the necessity to know what was affecting you, she wanted to help you, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.

“Wanda used to rent movies and buy ice cream for movie nights” You muttered and if Agnes hadn’t been paying attention, she wouldn’t have heard you.

The waitress came with your orders and placed them in front of you, you said to her a barely audible thank you and you took a sip of your milkshake, it was really good, you loved it.

“We used to watch our favorite series; she loves old sitcoms you know?  and to be honest I kind of like them too” Agatha was looking your features and how you were playing with the straw, with your free hand you started to play with some strands of your hair, she could say you were talking more to yourself than to her, you were really in deep thought.

“I really liked when we passed time together, she has always been kind towards me but I feel something has changed, I´m not sure if things could go back as how they were” You were not sure what had changed but you felt something off.

Agnes felt bad for you, even if she didn’t know your entire story she felt empathetic, your pretty features looked sad again, and even if she wanted to do something, she didn’t know what to do, so she put her hand on your shoulder to give it a squeeze, unconsciously you leant your head into her hand.

“Y/n?” You heard a familiar voice that made you sat straight

“Wanda?” You smiled, what was she doing here? she was supposed to be at home, but here she was, in front of Agnes and you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked and you noticed how Agnes didn’t take her hand off your shoulder

“I was worried, I thought you would come home earlier, you´re never outside more than just one hour” You could see her a little tense, you didn’t understand what was the problem

Agnes found the scene quite weird, why had Wanda come to look for you? She wasn’t your girlfriend to be looking for you just because you hadn’t arrived home yet, or were you?

“Hey Wanda sweetheart, you do not have to worry I took good care of her, right honey?” You saw Wanda relaxing a bit, it looked like Wanda trusted Agnes

“Agnes thank you seriously, I thought she had got lost”

You played with the straw in your milkshake until you decided to just drink it, you didn’t notice Agnes was staring at you. you were so sweet but the sadness in your eyes was the thing that she could see the most.

“Is that good?” Wanda had asked you with a grin on her face, she really liked that you were enjoying yourself, she had created a lot of things according to what she had seen inside your mind.

“Yes, is really good, it reminds me of the same milkshake you bought for me back in-

“New York?” Wanda finished your sentence and you smiled back at her.

“Remember that cafeteria we saw in the pictures of the souvenirs in Germany?” Agnes saw Wanda getting closer to you

“Yes! The one with the retro booths and the tables, even the lights were some kind of retro decorations, I loved it, wait” You gave a quick glance to the ice cream shop, it was exactly as you remembered the cafeteria in the pictures, Wanda saw your excitement and she knew you had discovered she had created this place for you.

Agnes seemed to notice that as well, she had put the pieces together, so Wanda hadn’t just created this place just for her, she had created this for you as well, and what she understood, was that Wanda had even decorated the place according to what you liked, for her Wanda had acted out of love, giving you all these things, she understood how much Wanda loved you, but in what sense? She wanted to know, but this time she didn’t want to act as the nosy neighbor, she really wanted to know what was going on with you two, but she didn’t dare to ask you straightforward.

“Did you have a good time with Agnes “Wanda suddenly asked, you didn’t understand why she asked you that, and Agnes frowned, why would she ask that in front of her?

“Oh yes, totally, she is really funny, I loved being here with her” You turned your head to smile at Agnes and she winked at you and this time Agnes brought her hand to brush a strand off your hair, she couldn’t help herself you looked so cute when you blushed, Wanda raised her eyebrows, surprised because of what Agnes had done and of course Agnes saw her expression.

“Hey Agnes you wouldn’t mind if I take y/n home?” You hastily looked at Wanda and of course Wanda saw your confused expression but decided to ignore your expression.

Agnes squinted her eyes, why would Wanda wanted to take y/n back to their house? You had told her you liked being here with her, but she decided she could let you go this time; you were not going anywhere so she would have the time to speak to you another day.

“Of course, I wouldn’t mind, we can meet up another day, right sweetheart?”

But you didn’t meet up with her again, that happened two weeks ago and since that day Wanda never left your side again, she remembered the day where she bumped into you “by accident” at the supermarket, she felt happy that day because you talked with her for about ten minutes.

“Agnes, what a surprise, are you here to buy some chocolate too?” You asked her biting your lower lip, what a great coincidence.

Of course it hadn’t been any type of coincidence, she had just followed Wanda and you, but she wasn’t going to let you know that, she was happy that you weren’t with Wanda for at least a couple of minutes.

“Oh no sweetheart, I came here to buy this” She pointed to a single bottle of wine that she was holding in her hand

“That’s great, I’m still thinking which type of chocolate I should choose, I really like that one” You pointed at a white chocolate bar, “But I also like that one too” You said while you took a normal chocolate bar, it was so hard to decide,  Agnes could watch you all the time, she could wait for you until you decided, she loved watching your expressions.

“Why not both?” She asked you while looking at the chocolates

Agnes was about to say something else but then Wanda came.

“Have you decided yet which one you want?” Wanda asked coming closer to you, she put her hand on your shoulder and that didn’t pass unnoticed to Agnes.

Seriously why Wanda kept interrupting you? As far as she knew Wanda was with Vision, then why didn´t she let you have a proper conversation with her?

You didn’t understand why Wanda really didn’t want you to talk to Agnes, she knew you liked her a lot.

For her part, Wanda was surprised, how was possible that you felt so comfortable with someone you had met just some weeks ago? She didn’t want you to get attached to someone who wasn’t even real at all, she didn’t want you to be heartbroken, she really hoped no one would ever come here to bother you or her, and she believed her magic was strong enough in order not to let anyone from outside enter without her knowing, but what if, just what if someone else broke into Westview and released all the inhabitants? She couldn’t even stand the thought of Agnes leaving the town and in consequence of that you would be left heartbroken, if that happen, she knew it would be her fault, she just didn’t want you to end up hurt, it would be better if you didn’t get too close to her.

Wanda thought Agnes was under her mind control and she thought Agnes was acting this way towards you because when she created the town she also was thinking that you could finally find someone who would love you and appreciate you, someone whom you could be happy with, but now that she thought about it carefully, if all of this didn’t work out, she didn’t want you to feel hurt because of her, but she couldn’t tell you to stop seeing Agnes, so she had to think of something else to do.

You had already passed through a lot of bad things, she didn’t want to add a heartbreak, years ago Wanda had rescued you from a Hydra base, they had experimented on you and when she looked at you Wanda instantly felt a connection with you, she could see herself in you, alone and with no one to look after her, since that day she decided she would be the one to help you recover, you would never be alone again, she was the closest thing to family, Wanda promised herself to look after you.

To you, Wanda was like a mom, she helped you understand your powers, she taught you how to use them but also, she taught you to trust again, with her help little by little you started to come out of your shell, she was happy that she could help you and of course she saw you as if you were her own daughter, she missed Pietro and she would always miss him, but with you by her side, she thought she could keep going, Wanda just wanted to protect you.

Agnes didn’t know any of this so her only theory was that you and Wanda were secretly dating, she felt hurt of course, Agnes wanted to have something with you but she thought that maybe you didn’t see her as just the friendly nosy neighbor, which to be honest she didn’t even like the role, at this point she wasn’t even interested in Wanda´s magic anymore, she could have left town but she decided to stay for you, but you didn’t even looked for her, she was conflicted, she had thought you had feelings for her, but looking at you here in the park with Wanda´s hand on your back, she realized you weren’t interested in her, so she stopped looking for you, she stopped visiting you at your house to give you little presents, she just focused her mind into getting to understand Wanda´s magic, after that she would just leave Westview.

You notice how Agnes started to ignore you, and you felt hurt, you felt heartbroken, what had happened? You didn’t understand, you thought things were going great between you and Agnes, you were aware that you didn’t talk a lot, but when you did, you felt happy with her and you thought she was happy too, sometimes when you wanted to go look for Agnes, something stopped you from going to look for her, like the time you were at the town center and you saw Agnes leaving the park, you wanted to go after her to greet her, but out of nowhere a bunch of people started to work on the street, you couldn’t leave the place because the men told you, no one was allowed to pass.

Or like that time when you were at the bookstore with Wanda and you saw Agnes walking down the street, you quickly went to the door to reach her but when you grabbed the doorknob you noticed it was stuck, you couldn’t open the door, even two teenagers that were hanging around the bookstore tried to open the door but they couldn’t, when you looked through the window to see if Agnes was still there, you didn’t see her and you pouted, it was as if something was preventing you to talk to her, it was really frustrating.

But now it was as if Agnes acted as if you didn’t exist, when she walked past your house and you were in the garden, she didn’t greet you anymore.

You were heartbroken, you didn’t know what to do, and you were afraid that if you tried to talk to her, she would just ignore you.

Wanda of course noticed the change in your mood, she felt guilty because she had caused this, and now she didn’t know how to fix it, Wanda hated to see you so sad, should she talk to Agnes? Or tell you the truth?

Wanda tried to think of what to do but at the same time she was dealing with the soldiers outside that were trying to enter Westview, she hadn’t told you any of this because she didn’t want you to add more things to your problems, she would have to deal with SWORD first. She had been trying to just ignore them but they kept sending the damned drones, and it was a matter of time for you to notice that there was something wrong.

It was late at night and you and Wanda were in your garden, you were watching the stars, how could this be something Wanda had created, it was really beautiful and even though you felt sad because of Agnes at the same time you felt at home, Wanda had told you that you would finally would have a place to call home.

The memory came to your mind and you smiled

“Listen, we will go home, alright? We will finally have a place to call home, but first I need you to go somewhere with me, and I need you to stay with me all the time alright?” You nodded at her and she dropped a kiss to your hair, she hugged you and you just leant into her, you trusted her with your heart.

“You won´t have to worry again, we will be a family” When she told you that she brought her hand to stroke your hair but when her fingers brushed your temple, you suddenly felt sleepy and you just fell asleep.

You felt tears at the corner of your eyes, Wanda had made sure to create all of this for you and for her, but still you felt something was missing, and that thing was Agnes, you really missed her a lot, she made you laugh, you felt safe with her and now she just ignored you.

You heard a sound as if something was coming towards you and when you looked in front of you, you saw there was a little airplane in the air, Wanda noticed it too and you saw her hands glowing red, you were not sure what was happening but you sensed that she was angry, really angry and with a movement of her hand the little airplane fell to the ground with a thud, the sound made you jump a little, what had just happened?

“I need you to stay here” Wanda´s voice was harsh, she was really angry but you didn’t know why

She took the airplane with one hand and lifted herself from the ground, leaving you there in the middle of the street, however you didn’t listen to her and followed her, since you had arrived here Wanda hadn’t used her ability to fly, so this was important, lucky for you, you could fly too, so you followed her from a good distance.

You saw her landing on Ellis avenue, she had told you not to come here many times, so it was weird, so you landed a few meters away from her

Wanda kept walking but you didn’t understand where she was going until you saw her passing through something, it was a magical field, you didn’t even know there was a field around town; Wanda easily passed through it and of course you followed her.

Now you were really close to the magical field and being this close was enough for you to see the small lines that looked like the screen of an old tv you were afraid because you didn’t know what was outside Westview, what had angered Wanda so much?

Taking a deep breath, you built the courage to pass through the field, you closed your eyes and when you were sure you were not inside Westview anymore you opened your eyes again.

You were not expecting hundreds of soldiers to be looking at you, it had been a complete mistake to walk through the magical field after all.

“I told you to stay inside!” Wanda´s accent was thicker and you could tell she was beyond pissed, so you just bit your lip, you could deal with her later.

“y/n?” Someone said your name and you lifted your head to see a woman with glasses, you had seen her before but you were not sure where.

“So, your little protégé has been here with you all this time? Do you know how many times we have been looking for you? Did you help her to trap all these people here?” This time it was an old man who held a smirk on his face

“Leave her alone, she has nothing to do with this, leave her out of this, you came for me, not for her” The man laughed and he moved his hand it was a sign for all the soldiers to point their guns at you, now you were afraid, this had been a huge mistake.

Wanda used her powers to make them point their guns towards the man

“Wanda no! He´s just trying to provoke you, you´re not the villain” A woman walked towards Wanda a little, she was brave enough to do that, you were impressed.

You heard a sound, it was the sound of someone chambering a gun, you hastily looked where was the sound coming from and when you saw a soldier from far away pointing his gun to Wanda ready to pull the trigger you instantly used your powers, blue glowing from your eyes and hands, you lifted him In the air and threw him into some trees, the sudden sound distracted Wanda and she looked at you but that was enough for the man to grab the gun of the nearest soldier and he pulled the trigger, the bullet was going to hit Wanda right In her chest, you used your powers to push her to the ground and luckily the bullet didn’t hit her but this time you didn’t see him pointing at you, he pulled the trigger and you felt a sharp pain in your chest, everything happened so fast, the pain was unbearable, you felt like you were about to faint but Wanda grabbed you and with her free hand she threw the soldiers to the ground.

She lifted you in her arms and took you inside Westview again, she couldn’t believe you had just been hit by a bullet, she had wanted to kill the soldiers but she had to act quickly.

Agnes heard a lot of noise so she left her house and what she saw, horrified her, Wanda left you on the grass of your garden you had blood in your clothes and Wanda had blood in her hands.

“What happened?” Agnes was so worried, she couldn’t believe Wanda had let you get hurt, at the sound of her voice you lifted your head a little and you smiled, she had come to see you

“Agnes?” You said between coughs, the pain was awful.

Wanda tried to use her powers to take the bullet out of your body but it was hard, she couldn’t do it, her hands were shaking and she couldn’t think straight, you were bleeding and her powers were not working, she cursed and yelled, she couldn’t heal you.

Agnes was desperate she had to try something.

“Move Wanda” Wanda looked at her with a confused look what was she thinking? Wanda was about to say something but Agnes moved her hands and purple smoke emanated from her, the red haired woman was shocked, she was a witch?

Agnes knelt beside you and she covered your chest with her hands, Wanda saw her fingers moving and heard Agnes chanting something in a strange language, by this point Agnes was crying, tears were streaming from her eyes and Wanda was trying to process everything.

Suddenly the blood stopped coming from the wound you had and when Agnes moved her hands off you, there was no trace of any wound, any scar, you had fainted but at least you were alive.

“She´s alright now, she will need some time to rest” Wanda heard the woman and she nodded

“Who are you?”

“My name´s Agatha Harkness and we have a lot to talk, but not now” Wanda felt grateful, she had saved your life, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

 When you woke up two days later, you gasped, what had happened? You weren’t dead?

“Be careful dear” It was Agnes´ voice and you quickly turned your head to look at her, she was sitting in a chair beside your bed.

“Am I dead?” Agnes laughed a little and she shook her head.

“What happened?” You remembered feeling a sharp pain and you touched your chest, there was nothing there

“You were shot sweetheart” Agnes ‘voice broke, she was trembling and you couldn’t understand why, Agnes brough her hands to your face and she stroked your cheek, you loved her touch

“I thought you were going to die, I almost lost you, I thought I would never see you again, I was scared, I couldn’t stand the thought of you dying, I love you so much” Your eyes widened and you felt genuine happiness, she loved you the same, you couldn’t stand it anymore and you kissed her.

You felt one of her hands hugging your waist, she had a strong grip around you and her free hand touched your face, she brushed her fingers softly against the skin of your cheek.

You broke the kiss and smiled at her, finally you felt you were complete, she was what you needed the most.

“I love you too Agnes” She bit her lip, she had to tell you the truth, she closed her eyes, she didn’t know how you were going to react

“Doll, listen, my name´s not Agnes, my real name is Agatha Harkness and I´m a witch, I stopped the bleeding thanks to my dark magic, but I really love you, and I´m sorry I started to ignore you, I thought you were with Wanda and-” A laughed made her open her eyes again, you were laughing at her, but how could she have thought you were with Wanda?

“Why did you think I was with Wanda? She´s like a mom to me” You gave her a soft peck on her lips and she happily received it.

“It doesn’t matter now, because now I know you love me just as much as I do, also you do not have to worry, I really like your real name, and thank you so much for saving me, I´m pretty sure Wanda is grateful too” You hugged her again and you rested your head in her shoulder, she already had talked to Wanda, Agatha explained everything to her and Wanda did the same, Wanda was really grateful, she didn’t know what would have happened if she had lost you, and Agatha felt the same, you were her entire world, she wouldn’t lose you, and she wouldn’t ignore you again.

“I promise you, I won´t leave your side, I will protect you too and I won´t ever ignore you again, I feel so bad for that doll”

“It´s alright, you don´t have to blame yourself, now we can start again, this time we will make sure to avoid misunderstandings, ok?” Agatha sighed and nodded she looked at you with so much love in her eyes

“I love your eyes they´re so pretty you know?” She leant to kiss you again and when she pressed her lips to yours, the door of you room was opened, again Wanda had interrupted you but this time Wanda smiled, she knew Agatha was the right person for you, she was sure of it.

“I just came here to see if you were already awake, we still have to talk y/n, but for now I will just let you enjoy your time with Agatha” With that said she left your room, with the door opened, of course she did that.

You tilted your head to look at Agatha´s face, you were really in love with her.

“I love you so much y/n, I won´t leave you” You were sure she wouldn’t do it; you could feel the love she felt for you.

“Do you want to go downstair for something to eat? I´m hungry, I could make something for the two of us” Agatha nodded and stood from her chair she stretched her hand out for you to take it and you eagerly took it, this was good, now you were starting a new chapter and she was the missing piece, finally you felt happy, this was the family you had wanted.

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 1 part 4

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well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions

do you think it took Rio a long time to choose her revenge dress? did she agonize over every detail? I picture her process like, okay I need an outfit that says fuck you (threatening) but also fuck you (horny) and fuck me (very horny) and then circle all the way back to FUCK YOU THOUGH (VERY threatening)

as to why Rio goes from super soft to *that* - I see it as the equivalent of the TV trope where someone almost dies and their loved one is very concerned, but as soon as there's no danger they slap them around the head and call them a fucking idiot. this is Rio's WELCOME HOME, CHEATER moment (Agatha has been kiiiind of been cheating death, lbr)

this is the best way rio could choose to approach agatha too, and not only because it lets her express all that pent up anger. what would be the alternative? sit Agatha down and have a honest chat? Rio knows her too well, she knows it would be simply too much. Agatha *is* more comfortable with big bombastic scenes, with violence that is a lot like foreplay. Rio is looking out for her right now, she is making it as easier for Agatha as she can, while also not letting her get away with her bullshit any longer.

one little sentence, so many ways to read it

only physically. she's not letting you in. not anymore. you'll have to save her from herself kicking and screaming. dear god she's actually honestly crying. this is a WHOLE fucking deal. and it's also the first time she sees Rio while knowing WHO rio is. she's feeling all the feelings

girls. GIRLS. how am I supposed to take decent screenshots if you keep flinging each other at walls. keep STILL! (look at the furniture btw, isn't it a bit curved? I think they're still using a fisheye lens. reality is still shifting. almost as if we're in the presence of an otherworldly being)

oh the metaphor of it. sometimes you just have to reach out and connect, even if you get hurt in the process.

BECAUSE SHE'S BEEN SHIELDING FOR SO LONG TO HIDE FROM PAIN. OH MY GOD. did a 2000s emo kid write this

every other MCU fight wishes it were this perfect storm of hot and emotionally devastating

Rio cannot physically kill Agatha, it's not allowed, she's only the collector. So what is she trying to do, exactly? Has Agatha really been cheating death for so long that Rio has no choice but to bring her in? Or is she not here to collect at all and this is just her way to get back at her ex (and possibly win her back)? I adore both options, they're tragic in different ways.

time to bullshit! time to bolt! time to get to that escape route! this is what Agatha does best. anything but face the truth

funny how agatha usually has no problem looking undignified. it's almost like this is not the point at all. so let's review: wanda has stripped agatha of the powers that have been keeping her hidden from rio. rio comes over to confront her - and not kill her, she wouldn't be allowed anyway. she does it in a way that agatha would find less scary than having a mature convo. still, agatha has to face things she's been escaping for so long and it's simply too horrifying, too overwhelming. the fact that she's joking around so much (while her future conversations with rio will be sad, soft, dramatic) tells you just how scared and how miserable she is. She's begging rio to stop, because even fighting and flirting, which is their comfort zone, is proving too much. And what does rio do? She listens and goes away. only temporary, she won't let her off the hook now that she has found her. but she's still willing to go at Agatha's pace.

aubrey plaza I would die for your evil little face

can I just say that agatha trying to flirt right now is devastating? she is at the end of her rope. she does NOT want rio to stay, doesn't trust herself around her in so many ways. but she knows how much rio wants her and just... she tries to manipulate her with flirting. it's a desperate gamble, completely undignified, completely in character for agatha. she offers herself to rio, but only physically. when what they had was infinitely more than that, it was beautiful, it was sacred.

and rio... forgives her. she laughs another one of her little soft laughs and lowers the blade. plaza is so good here, the way she says "okay, agatha," is a perfect blend of resentment and tenderness. she knows agatha better than anyone ever had or ever will. she knows why she does everything she does. and she follows her lead. one last time.

agatha's relief. she's trembling, deflated but still on her guard. she looks completely traumatized. the masterpiece that this scene is: you feel smart when you realize that they're flirting rather than fighting. when it finally dawns on you the real weight of their encounter... it's too late.

"by the way there's a bunch of scary witches after you and I totally want them to kill you, that's why I'm telling you exactly who they are and when they're coming"

agatha tries with all her might to believe that rio is heartless. because anger is easier than sadness.

we're leaning, we're leaning, we're leaning!

rio licking agatha's wound to heal it perfectly encapsulates her feelings: anger, horniness, and infinite tenderness. what a power move. rio was the one in control this whole scene, and it wrecked agatha.

"te veo" (I'm gonna go scream in a pillow)

she's gone, honey, she's gone. breathe.

Billy walking on the two of them having sex would have been less awkward than this

she was a BIT preoccupied, kid

and episode 1 is in the bag!

next stop: IT'S LILIA TIME

go to episode 2 part 1

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Love, Pain, Death, Repeat II

Navigation | Marvel Masterlist | Part I

Pairings: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader, Billy and Tommy Maximoff x Mom!Reader, Agatha Harkness x F!Reader (platonic)

Summary: Why can't you understand? You were hers, and you will always be hers. You are her solemate. What you don’t understand?

Warnings: Dark!Wanda, mention of cheating, mention of death and suicide, stockholm syndrome (not sure about this one)

Wc: 1550

A/n: Im looking for beta reader (i dont have friends for this😔).

Btw If you saw other post i published before this.. NO YOU DIDNT. It was a dream, and lets keep it that way <333

“Boys, go downstairs, I think mommy doesn't feel very well and I need to take care of her today.” Her voice is soft, opposite of what you heard last time you saw her.

Your kids, you assumed, get off you. One in a green shirt whispered something to the other one, and they started running. They looked like a perfect mix of you and your ex. Something you really wanted to have. Even as you were younger you always wanted to have your prince charming, and few kids. After a few years, the only thing that changed was prince to princess.

“Why I am here? Is this hell?” After learning that Wanda cheated on you, you started feeling like you don’t deserve love or even kids.

“Aren’t you happy? We can have everything we want here! No Natasha, no Vision, no other people we know.” You looked at her disgusted. She made you believe that you’re not enough, and now she wants to build a dream, more like a nightmare to you, about you and her and your kids.

“Why me? Why not him?!” In a second she was next to you, her hand on your mouth.

“Keep that mouth of yours quieter. We Don't want boys to be suspicious, right?” Her green eyes always made you melt, and she kept her hand on your face. You wanted to give in, but decided to push her away. “Behave” She mumbled sitting next to you.

“Tell me, why me? He truly loved you, as much as a bunch of wires could love someone.” She started stroking your hair.

“It was all just about mind stone, it was all that made me interested in him. I needed to understand this, you are my true love.” Tears falling from her eyes. You couldn’t decide if they were real, or she only wanted to make you forgive her.

You faced the wall not wanting to look at her any longer. She left without saying anything more, after a while she came back and left breakfast on the bed. You were scared to eat it. Who knows if she didn't poisoned it. After a few days of staying in the room and only going to the toilet you decided to finally go to the kitchen to fix yourself something to eat and come back to the bedroom. You started learning her routine, most of the day she wasn’t at home. Taking boys to the school, and going straight after that to work. Boys.. Tommy and Billy, you learned their names yesterday, are coming back from school by foot. Wanda always comes back in the evenings. You need to share bed with her. Feeling her hands on your body makes you feel disgusted and at the same time safe.

“Mommy! Do you feel better now?” Little boy asked. You feel teats building in your eyes, as you looked in his own, almost the same color as yours. Every look at boys is tearing down your walls. Every look at them makes you question what you protect yourself from?

“Yeah Tommy, Mommy feels better now. Do you and your brother want something to eat?”

“Mom was giving us money to buy food at and after school.” He confessed. “But.. Today I bought something else.

“ Tom…”

“But wait!” He runned to his room and came back as fast as he could. Holding something behind his back he looked at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, I just… I wanted to buy you this! “He gave you a few flowers. Your favorite flowers. “I wanted to make you feel better, and mom told me you love these!”

You wanted to cry really hard. Feeling a knot in your throat you decided to kiss his forehead and take flowers. You put them in the first vase you saw and started searching for things for pancakes.

When Wanda came back home, the first thing that hitted her was the smell, and just a while later boys came running to her, mouths full of food, and telling her you made them pancakes. She smiled nodding at their words. Everything she could think of was you, and how close she must be to finally break you.

Day after day, you were getting closer to the boys. To Wanda you were closer to breaking point. You even started making dinners for boys. For them you even started learning how to cook. After a few weeks of making dinner only for them you also started leaving something to eat for Wanda. You could not talk to her, but you didn't want her to make herself food after a long day of work, and the voice inside your head wanted her to tell you how good your dishes are, how proud of you she is. Today you decided to bake pizza. Boys wanted to help you but it ended up in flour fight.

“And how will I clean it?” You asked looking at Tommy who has all his hair white, and Billy who has his face in white powder.

“Well, mom can help!” Said Billy.

“Well, maybe I can.” Her voice made you shiver. You looked at the clock, she was home earlier. “Boys, go clean yourself before you eat, maybe we can even watch something together.” They hugged her and speeded to the bathroom.

You wanted to call for them to come back. Staying with Wanda in one room was the last thing you wanted to do right now. After the conversation on the first day you woke up here, you never talked. You didn’t want to hear her voice, you were scared. Not only things she could say, but you could actually brake and fall in her arms.

“What do you say sweet girl, want my help?” She gets closer to you. “Or you maybe want to help you also with something else?” You felt her knee between your legs. Oh how long you weren’t touched down there. Knocking on the door saved you from answering. Wanda only huffed and went to see who disturbed her.

“Hey sweetie! I just wanted to ask if you have some sugar. You know, it's late, and all the shops are closed.” After a while an older woman came into the kitchen.

“Love, why don’t you give our neighbor some sugar.” Wanda said. You only nodded. After a few seconds you were handing a stranger a cup of sugar.

“Thanks honey, oh, i forgot to introduce myself, Im Agatha” She said sweetly. You felt hope, maybe she also knows this world is fake. Maybe if you and her get to know each other you could stop Wanda. You saw a spark of hope and didn’t want to give up not now. But Wanda answered faster than you could think about anything you could say.

“And that's Y/N, she's not very talkative, selective mutism.” She lied without stuttering. You hated her almost the same as you loved her. You couldn't fully hate her, everyone but not her.

You looked into the woman's eyes with a pleading look. You didn’t care Wanda could see that, you only hoped Agatha would understand you. Soon the dark haired woman left and Wanda was again next to you. Her face is millimeters of yours.

“What would you say If I give you another child, hm? You weren’t here when boys were small. “Her lips are almost touching yours.”

“Ew! Moms!”

You were glad Billy finally came back. Thanks to your luck for saving you from Wanda twice. Rest of the evening went nice. You fell asleep while watching a movie. Every night you hoped that she would spare you, she would finally give up and let you be free. Oh how wrong you were. Wanda had plans for you, she needed her pretty girl, and no one could change her plans.

Agatha came a few times when Wanda wasn’t at home. You talked to her trying to see if she also knows if this whole world is fake. When you weren’t sure and asked her about this, she said she knew very well about what Wanda did, she wanted to save you. And she tried. You had everything planned, everything seemed so easy. But one day Agatha disappeared. She no longer came to your house, she wasn’t at home. After a few weeks new neighbors moved in. 

And the day when you couldn't take it anymore came earlier than you expected. When Agatha wasn't there anymore you lost your last hope. No one could help you. There was no one else knowing about what Maximoff did. When you opened your eyes and saw the mother of your childs getting ready to work you had decided. Slowly going behind her you hugged her. 

“Thank you for what you did for us Wands”

[morgana-larkin]

I really love your writing, I don’t know if it’s late but I have kinktober request.

They are not in a relationship and they are at a situation where they have to share a bed, the reader finds Mel’s strap-on. The reader has always been in love with Mel and now she can’t control herself anymore and tries to find a way to use it on Melissa.

Hi Anon, so this was pretty last minute as you sent it on the 28th so I literally hauled ass to write this in time before kinktober ends. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m almost done my Moiraine one shot so stay on the lookout for that if you like her in The Wheel of Time. Then after that I’ll be doing a Melissa one shot from a prompt and then an Agatha one. Then after that either a Misty one shot or a Chessy prompt.

Her Little Slut

Warnings: smut, strap on, Bottom Mel, Top Reader, Slight degradation, Mel and reader both horny and teasing each other, fluff

Words: 4.6k

“So how long again?” Melissa asks you as you enter her house with a bag.

“For 2 nights. My roommate told me they’ll be done repainting the house by Sunday afternoon.” You tell her and she nods.

“Well you can stay here for 2 nights but since Jacob is here then we’ll have to share a bed.” She tells you and you freeze. Sharing a bed…with Melissa. “I mean you can have the couch but it’s not that comfortable, especially with the plastic.” She continues on, walking to the kitchen, not noticing your reaction.

“Sharing a bed with.. you is good. Thank you.” You tell her as you join her in the kitchen. You then pull out a chocolate bar and start eating it and she gives you a look. “What? I’m almost on my period so I’m craving chocolate.” You tell her with a pout and she snorts.

“I’m glad those days are behind me.” She says. “So how about you bring your stuff upstairs and then we can have dinner?” She says and you look at her.

“Oh I won’t bother you with food, I can just order something.” You tell her and she looks at you almost with shock.

“You won’t bother me, I always cook for 12 so you’d actually be helping me.” She says and you smile at her before nodding.

“Ok I’ll be right back, I’ll just drop off my things in your room.” You tell her and she nods.

“I sleep on the right side btw.” She tells you and you nod before going upstairs.

You get upstairs and you walk down the hall and you come across a room that looks like hers. Inside was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room on top of a fuzzy carpet, a nightstand on both sides, a dresser that’s shoved into a corner near the closet and various knickknacks around the room.

You went to the left side of the bed and put your stuff down near the bed. You had a hand in your bag trying to find your phone charger when you noticed a box under the bed. Your curiosity got the better of you and you slid it out of the bed and did a quick peek inside. What you saw inside really shocked and surprised you. It was a pink dildo, average length but a good width. You pick it up and inspect it a bit before you put it back in the box and slide it back under the bed.

Melissa had a dildo under her bed. You open your mouth in shock. A woman who you’ve fallen for in your year of working there, has a dildo under her bed. And that makes you squirm with the thought of filling her up with it. Watching how you would slowly push it in her, watch her face turn to immense pleasure before-

“Hey Y/N! Are you coming down, dinner is ready!” You hear Melissa yell from downstairs, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You’ll find your phone charger and everything else later as you remembered what you were looking for. You then get up and go back downstairs to have dinner with her.

“Yep! Coming!” You yell back as you speed walk down the stairs.

“What took you so long?” She asks once you meet her in the kitchen as she’s putting the food on the plates.

“I was having trouble finding my phone charger but I’ll find it later.” You say and she looks at you and nods.

“Well do you need to charge it now?” She asks and you pull your phone out and look at the battery percentage.

“Nah, it’s at 38, it’ll last until bedtime.” You tell her and then she hands you a plate.

“Well let’s go watch some tv then.” She tells you.

“While eating?”

“There’s plastic on the couch, no way to ruin it. Besides, real housewives is just about on and I never miss a show.”

“Never begged you for a viewer of that show.” You say and she smiles at you before you get settled on the couch. Just then Jacob bursts it and looks at Melissa and you and then the tv.

“I didn’t miss? Thank god.” He says.

“Nope, just about though, there’s dinner in the kitchen. Be quick.” Melissa tells him and he runs over to the kitchen as Melissa turns the tv on and then to the right channel.

Jacob comes over as they’re going over the previously on and sits down next to Melissa at the end of the couch while you’re on the other side of Melissa.

The show starts and both Jacob and Melissa are explaining what’s going on to you. You stopped paying attention to them halfway through as Melissa placed a hand on your thigh as soon as she was done eating. Melissa noticed you stopped paying attention when you kept looking down at her hand and was breathing deeply or your breath hitched if she moved her hand at all. She decided to test the waters and scoot closer to you during the show and you stopped breathing when her shoulder was touching yours. When there was about 20 minutes left of the show, Melissa placed her head on your shoulder.

“Is this ok?” She whispered to you and you just nod, unable to find the words.

Jacob noticed Melissa placing her head on you and he smirked to himself as he knew about his roommate’s feelings for you.

Melissa knew about her feelings towards you, she pushed it down as you were new but kept eavesdropping every conversation you had with the trio or with any other teacher at the school.

When the show ended Jacob immediately put his plate in the sink and went upstairs, wanting to give the two of you privacy. You went onto Disney+ to find something to watch and you settled on Nightmare before Christmas even though Halloween was 4 months away but Melissa has never seen it.

Melissa fell asleep on you during the movie and you just keep the movie going and let her sleep as she looks so peaceful. When the movie ends is when you slowly wake her up.

“Melissa? Melissa hey wake up.” You tell her and her eyes flutter open and she turns to look at you. “You fell asleep but the movie is over. Did you want to go to bed or watch something else?” You ask her and she thinks about it.

“I didn’t really see half of the movie so if you don’t mind rewinding it and watch it again?” She tells you and you nod.

“Of course.”

“Then after that I want to go to bed.” She says and you nod. “Sorry, it’s been a tiring week with next week being the last week. My kids are restless.” She says and you smile at her.

“I understand that, my fourth graders are like that too.” You tell her.

Melissa keeps her head on your shoulder for the entire movie but stays awake this time. After the movie ends then you clear the dishes and she packs up the leftovers and places it in the fridge for tomorrow. After that she goes upstairs to bed.

“You’re welcome to stay up and watch something else if you want.” She says as she makes her way up the stairs.

“No, I’m pretty tired myself. I’ll get ready as well.” You tell her and then follow her to the bedroom. You finally manage to find your phone charger and plug your phone in then go to get your pjs out. You pull them out while Melissa is in the bathroom and you’re wondering if you should wait to change or just quickly do it here. You decide to wait and sit on the bed after pulling out everything you’ll need for the washroom.

“Bathroom is all yours.” Melissa tells you and you can’t help but drool a bit when you see her in her pjs. She’s wearing short shorts and a tank top without a bra on. You don’t know if you’ll be able to survive the night, let alone 2 nights. You quickly gather your stuff and walk to the bathroom and close the door. You take a deep breath before getting yourself ready. You’ve pictured fucking her with the dildo a few times tonight and your self control is really thin right now. You’re pretty sure if her hand went on your thigh again then you’d kiss her right then and there. You quickly slip on your pjs, brush your teeth and hair, go to the bathroom and then come out and join her on the bed after putting your clothes in your bag. You join Melissa who’s on her phone looking at something with her glasses on and you think she’s never looked hotter.

“What are ya looking at?” She questions and you quickly look away.

“Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous. Never shared a bed with a coworker before.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I think we’re friends at this point.” She tells you. “I mean I don’t just open my home to anyone.” She adds on and you look at her.

“I’d like it if I can call you my friend.” You tell her. You think you want to call her your girlfriend but you’ll take what you can.

You then both get comfortable and then fall asleep almost right away, due to the busy week you just had.

You wake up with your arm around Melissa’s waist and your face buried in her beautiful ginger locks. Unknown to you, Melissa was already awake and just enjoying having your arm around her. You carefully remove your arm from her and then slip out of the bed and go to the bathroom. Melissa let out a disappointed sigh after you closed the door, she really liked having you here. She really liked having dinner and watching tv with you, she liked being able to place her head on your shoulder and fall asleep on you, she liked sleeping next to you and she liked waking up with your arm wrapped around her.

She got out of bed, slipped her robe on and went downstairs. As she was making coffee and getting food out for breakfast, Jacob comes down the stairs with his pjs still on.

“How was last night?” Jacob asks her and she looks at him and pouts.

“I liked it, I really liked having her here. And this morning I woke up with her arm wrapped around my waist and I was really happy.” She tells him honestly. Jacob figured out her feelings for you and confronted her after about a month so he’s the only one she can really talk to about her feelings for you.

“Maybe you can tell her.” He says to her and she looks at him with fear.

“Why would I do that and ruin a perfectly good friendship with her?” She says and then they hear you come down the stairs.

“She feels the same way about you.” Jacob whispers to her so you wouldn’t hear and then you enter the kitchen.

“Good morning to you both.” You say with a smile.

“Morning.” Melissa says.

“Any plans for today?” You ask.

“Oh yes, I’m going on a date and I won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.” Jacob says. Both you and Melissa’s mind go into overdrive about knowing they’ll have the house to themselves.

“When are you leaving?” Melissa asks him while cooking food for all of you.

“Around 3.” Jacob says while sipping on his coffee.

“What’s his name?” You ask.

“Marcus, starting seeing him a couple weeks ago.” He says with a smile.

“Is this just a hookup or a relationship?” You ask him.

“Just friends with benefits.” He says and Melissa looks at him.

“If you ever bring him here then I want to know about it and no more doing it on the roof.” She says and you look between them.

“When were you having sex on the roof?” You ask him.

“When Melissa was hooking up with the fire chief. I didn’t want to hear her while I was having sex.” He says.

“Are you still hooking up with the fire chief?” You ask her, not really wanting to know the answer.

“No, ended it with him a few months ago.”

“Ya I wanted to ask you why did you end it with him?” Jacob says and looks at her with a slight smile. Melissa caught the smile but you didn’t. In truth Jacob knows that she ended it when she caught feelings for you, Melissa knows that he knows but she can’t say the reason in front of you.

“Just wasn’t fun anymore.” She simply says. She finishes the food before anyone can say anything else and you get the plates while Jacob gets the utensils.

While Melissa didn’t particularly like the topic of the discussion, she quite liked having people to talk to while cooking for them. And she didn’t realise until she was putting the food on the plate that she made your favourite breakfast.

“Hey, you made my favourite frittata.” You say when you notice and her cheeks turn pink but looks away from you before you notice.

“Did I? Didn’t know it was your favourite.” She straight up lied.

You all go to eat at the dinner table and have simple conversations.

“So what are you guys doing today? Any dates?” Jacob asks you both.

“No, I had a date 3 weeks ago with this older redhead.” You blurt out and Melissa chokes a bit on her food and starts coughing. You both look over at her and she takes a sip of her coffee and then settles down.

“You alright?” Jacob asks her and she nods.

“Just swallowed wrong.” She says.

“Good thing it didn’t happen while you were hooking up with the fire chief.” You playfully joke. You and Jacob burst out laughing while Melissa's face turns red. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” You tell her when you see her red face.

You all finish breakfast and then you all go upstairs to get dressed for the day. Jacob packs a bag for overnight, and you get dressed while Melissa picks out what to wear. She wants to wear something low cut to get your attention and also because it’s hot outside. She settles on thin leggings and a low cut short sleeve pink shirt.

“So what are you doing today?” You ask her while you’re brushing your hair and she’s brushing her teeth.

“I don’t really have any plans, what about you?” She asks as she finishes up brushing her teeth.

“Nope, nothing planned.” You tell her. “On Saturdays I usually spend the day in my underwear in my room.” You add and Melissa blushes a bit at picturing you like that.

“Well you’re more than welcome to do that here if you want.” She blurts out before thinking.

“Why Melissa, are you wanting to see me in my underwear?” You joke with her playfully. Inside you were a bit curious if Melissa said that because she wants you like you want her.

“Well I have to get groceries so you can stay in my room in your underwear or you can come with me. You’ll have to keep your clothes on if you want to come with me though, even if you are in short clothes.” She says as she looks at your outfit. You were wearing short jean shirts and a short plaid shirt. “Also a plaid shirt? How originally gay of you.” She jokes with you and you smile.

“I would be insulted by that stereotype if I didn’t have 5 other plaid shirts at home.” You tell her and she snorts. “I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you, I gotta pick up a few things anyway.” You tell her and she nods.

You both go shopping together and you have a great time together, you’re having conversations together and joking around as well.

You both put your groceries in Melissa’s red car and buckle yourselves in and then Melissa speaks up.

“Want to get ice cream?” She suggests and you look at her with a smile.

“Of course, you never have to ask me if I want ice cream, I always do.” You tell her and then she drives you both to her favourite ice cream shop.

You both return a couple hours later and Jacob is on his way out.

“Leaving early?” Melissa asks him and he nods.

“Yep, he invited me over earlier and of course I accepted.” He says with a smile. You both tell him goodbye and then head inside.

“Hey, do you mind if I have a shower?” You ask her and she nods.

“Of course, you can go now and then I’ll have one after you.” She suggests and you nod.

“Alright, I promise not to use all the hot water.” You tell her and she smiles as you go upstairs.

She finishes putting the groceries away as you have a shower and then she goes upstairs to get some towels ready for her shower. You walk out with your clothes on and your hair wet and Melissa stops breathing for a second and just stares at you.

“Bathroom is all yours and I left hot water for you.” You tell her and she quickly goes to the bathroom so you don’t notice her staring.

You’re putting on some lip balm when Melissa walks out in nothing but a towel around her.

“I forgot my deodorant.” She says and goes to get it from the top of her dresser before going back. You stare at her body the entire time and she notices that.

Melissa comes back out 10 minutes later with her hair brushed and clothes back on and you’re just chilling on her bed, grading some papers.

“Doing work on a Saturday?” She asks you with a smile.

“I may have forgotten to grade a few papers yesterday at school.” You tell her and she smiles.

You’re sitting cross legged with some papers in front of you and you’re slightly chewing on the pen while reading your student's answer. Melissa can’t help but stare and she goes over to her side of the bed and joins you. A couple hours later you’re both still on the bed when you put the papers back in your bag, all done with the grading. Melissa right away sees an advantage and scoots over to you and places her hand right on your thigh like she did last night. You freeze and gulp when she does and your control is dangerously thin. She decides to test the waters even more than she did last night and moves her hand close to between your legs.

That’s when your control snaps and you kiss her. Melissa immediately kisses you back and even puts her hands on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You ask for entrance into her mouth with your tongue and she immediately grants it, you go in and you both explore each other's mouths. You pull back and look at her in the eyes and see her eyes are black with lust. You immediately go to kiss her again and you slowly push her onto her back, slow enough that she can back out if she wants. She doesn’t back out and lets you push her all the way on her back and you move a leg between hers and begin roaming a hand on her.

You then place a hand underneath her shirt and slowly move up, wondering if you can take it off. Melissa pulls back when she notices and looks at you, panting hard.

“Ugh, just take my clothes off.” She says a bit annoyed and you smile before taking her shirt off.

You go back to kissing her before moving your hand underneath her and unclip her bra with ease. You take it off and you can’t believe how soft her stomach and breasts look. You can’t help but place your hands on the softness of her stomach before roaming your hands up and placing them on her boobs. You go and gently nibble on her ear before whispering in her ear.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?” You ask her and she groans and bucks her hips. You pull back with a smirk. “I’m gonna need a verbal response.” You tease her and pinch her nipples just as she was about to respond. She gasps out at the feeling and a moan slips out as you continue.

“Please… please fuck me.” She finally manages to get out and you smile at that. You dive down to her neck and begin sucking on it, you start gently and then do hard sucks and she gasps and bucks her hips when you start sucking hard.

You unbutton your shirt and take your shirt and bra off while sucking on her neck. When you pull back she notices your lack of clothes and stares at your chest. You then go to the middle of her chest and do a trail of kisses all the way down to the hem of her leggings.

“Your leggings are so thin, I can basically feel you even with them on.” You say as you touch her thighs.

“I wanted your attention.” She says and you smirk at her.

“Did you? Did you want me to fuck you and fuck you hard?” You ask her and she nods. “Did you want me to fuck you with your dildo?”

“How do you know I have a dildo?” She asks you and you go to her nipples.

“I may have seen it yesterday and all I can think about was pounding you with it.” You tell her and she moans.

You then take a nipple in your mouth and she gasps and bucks her hips right into your leg. Her centre touches your bare leg and she gasps out before she starts grinding on your leg. Trying to get the friction she needs while you do wonders on her nipples. After about a minute you pull back from her completely and she looks at you shocked before you take her leggings off. You see a wet patch on her underwear and you smirk at her before placing your fingers on the hem of her underwear.

“You’re already so soaked for me, and we only just started. You must really want me to fuck you and fuck you hard.” You say and she nods as you slip her underwear off. “You look beautiful.” You say as she’s completely bare under you.

“Want to see you as well.” She says and you smile softly at her before you take your shorts and underwear off. You then go back on top of her and run a hand through her folds and she bucks her hips into your hand, wanting more. You find her clit right away and begin rubbing circles. She’s gasping and moaning underneath you and you smile at the sight.

“Want to know what I thought of when I saw that pink dildo?” You ask and all she can do is nod. You then slip a finger in her and gasps loudly. You insert another finger before you continue. I imagined it slipping inside you, just you taking the whole thing inside of you. Just filling you up with the cock, watching I slowly go into you and how you react with me filling you up. You then begin to rub her clit with your palm of the hand that’s currently fingering her and she begins squirming underneath you as she’s getting close. “Are you already close?” You ask her and she whimpers. “Oh you’re just a needy slut aren’t you?” You ask and she lets out another whimper. “You can come when you need, I’ll need you nice and wet before I slip the dildo inside of you.” You say and then a few seconds later she comes with a high pitched moan. You then go and grab the dildo and strap on underneath her bed and slip it on while she catches her breath. You then go back on the bed and place yourself between her legs.

You slowly insert her in her and you watch as her face turns to pleasure as you slowly fill her up more and more. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes are wide open. You then fill her up completely and you give her a second to adjust before pulling out of her almost all the way and then slamming back into her.

“Oh my god.” She says and you smirk.

“Do you like that?” You ask her and she nods. “Like the feeling of me fucking you roughly.” You ask her and she nods again. You then pick her up by her hips and begin pounding into her.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” She says as you’re pounding into her fast and hard, just like she likes.

“Didn’t know you were such a slut.” You tell her and she whines. “Go and rub your clit.” You tell her and she immediately obeys and rubs her clit, trying to get as much pleasure as she could. She begins gasping and moaning and she tries bucking her hips but can’t with you holding her hips. She then is about to come when you speak up. “Go on and come, come all over my cock.” You tell her and then she immediately lets go and comes and then you come right after her.

You slow down inside of her before pulling out and then you take the strap on off. You quickly go and find a cloth before coming out and quickly cleaning her and you up. You then go on the bed and cuddle her as she comes down from her high.

“Are you ok?” You ask her and she nods as she wraps an arm around your waist.

“I’m better than ok.” She says and you smile.

*tomorrow afternoon*

“Hello?” You ask as you pick up your phone. Melissa is breathing a bit heavily so you push her down and she falls face first into the pillows to cover her breathing.

“Hey Y/N, wanted to let you know that they finished painting the house this morning so it’s safe to come back whenever.” Your roommate tells you.

“Ok, thanks Clara.” You tell her and then hang up. You put your phone back down on the bed and turn your attention back to Melissa. You were slowly fucking her with the dildo from behind when you were on the phone, and now that you’re done, you pick up speed again and pound into her, occasionally slapping her ass.

An hour later Melissa goes downstairs in a robe to get something to eat for the two of you when she sees Jacob there on the couch.

“Hey Jacob, did you have a good time?” She asks him and he nods.

“Yep, I hear you’re still having a good time though.” He says to her and her face turns red before grabbing something from the kitchen. “I’m happy for you by the way, and also happy that whatever stress you were carrying is gonna be gone now.” He tells her with a smirk before she rolls her eyes and heads back upstairs. “Tell Y/n I say hi.” He adds on before she goes and spends some more time with you.

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When We Collide

Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Agatha returns home from the forest with a new secret. While thoughts press at the back of your mind, you and your mother join the coven as it gathers in the crowded hall. Fleeting glances over bowls of soup stir emotions you’d rather ignore.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: Hey there! Hope you're all liking the story so far 💜 Btw I know in this chapter there is not that much A/R interaction. Initially the chapter was way longer but, because I am trying to have roughly the same word count in each chapter, I decided to split it. I guess you'll have to trust me on this one 😜

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Agatha Harkness, the girl you barely used to think about, is now a relentless, and very much unwanted, presence in your mind.

Frustration rises, and you shove the memory of her face to the back of your mind. She shouldn’t matter. She never has before, and yet here you are, feeling the weight of her words and glances more than you’d like to admit.

You take a deep breath, pushing yourself up from the bed. If you’re going to this coven thing, you might as well prepare yourself, perhaps find some semblance of calm. You draw a bath, letting the hot water fill the small wooden tub until it steams. The room warms with the scent of dried lavender and rosemary hanging from the rafters, and you allow the faint herbal fragrance to draw you away from the chaos of recent days. As you slip into the water, the warmth engulfs you, soothing your tired muscles. You close your eyes, feeling the heat seep into your skin, untying the knots in your shoulders, loosening the tension that has been building since yesterday. For a moment, you can almost pretend that nothing has changed—that the forest is still yours, untouched and free of anyone else’s chaos.

But as you lean back, eyes closed, Agatha’s image flits across your mind again. Somehow, she’s woven herself in there like an unwelcome shadow. Angrily, you try to banish her from your thoughts, focusing instead on the water’s gentle lapping against your skin, on the scents that fill your lungs with each deep inhale.

Once the water has cooled, you step out and wrap yourself in a thick linen cloth, drying off as you prepare for the gathering. You open your wardrobe, and your hand immediately sets on the smooth fabric of a plain black dress. It’s simple and well-fitted, made of light wool with long sleeves and a round neckline tied with a thin leather lace that you choose to leave a little loose, letting both of its ends sit casually against your collarbone. You could pull it tight, as decorum would suggest, making the neckline neat and formal, but instead, you leave it undone just enough to feel like yourself. A small act of defiance in a world that expects you to be anything but.

Over the dress, you drape a dark blue cloak, the fabric pooling around your shoulders and the hood resting loosely on your upper back. You’ve always felt a particular fondness for cloaks with hoods, not because you always need to hide, but because you could if you wanted to. That quiet option, the choice to retreat into the shadows on your own terms, brings a sense of control, a shield against the world’s prying eyes.

As your hands move to fasten the cloak, you find yourself lingering on the image of the forest. It used to be your sanctuary—untouched, yours alone. But Agatha had invaded that space, not once, but twice, leaving you to be the one who walked away first each time. A sense of injustice rises in you, powerful and irritating. Why should you have to be the one who leaves? Why should she get to linger in the one place that has always felt like home to you?

The thought sits heavily on your chest, and you shake your head, trying to dismiss it. But the doubt that started to plague your mind yesterday after the incident remains: if the forest is no longer the place of peace it once was, will it ever be again?

Suddenly, as you’re absentmindedly fastening the thin silver clasp of your cloak, you hear your mother’s voice, sharp and impatient, calling from downstairs. “It’s time to go!” With a final glance at yourself in the mirror beside your bed, you gather your thoughts and head down. 

Agatha sits in the forest, the quiet that surrounds her feeling fragile, like it could shatter with the smallest movement, but the warmth of the little creature in her lap keeps her rooted to the spot. She certainly hadn’t expected the rabbit to approach her again, let alone come near enough to rest in her lap, but somehow she’s grateful for its presence, its silent, forgiving company.

She lifts the rabbit carefully, cradling it close to her chest. Her fingers graze its soft fur, and an unexpected tenderness rises within her. It feels foolish to feel attached, yet something in her can’t bear to leave it behind. She glances around, ensuring no one is near, before rising to her feet and slipping the rabbit into her worn canvas bag. “You are coming with me.” she whispers.

With a last look at the charred remains of her outburst, she turns and begins the walk home, clutching the bag tightly. The rabbit shifts inside, but she murmurs a soft reassurance, hoping it stays quiet. The path back to her house feels inexplicably longer today. When Agatha finally opens her front door, the inside is eerily quiet, that is until Evanora’s sharp voice rings out from the kitchen the second the door shuts closed. “Where have you been, Agatha?” her mother’s eyes are narrowed, assessing, a mix of anger and annoyance clear in her expression. “Do you have any idea what time it is? We’re due for the coven meeting, and you’re already late.”

Agatha swallows, keeping her voice steady, one hand subconsciously rushing to hide her bag further under her cloak. “I didn’t know there was a meeting today. You didn’t tell me.”

Evanora scoffs, crossing her arms. “It’s been decided this morning but I shouldn’t have to tell you. You should know when you’re expected to be present.”

Ignoring her mother’s reproach, Agatha glances toward the stairs. “I’ll be quick. Just let me change.”

She turns and slips away before Evanora can say another word, her heart pounding as she ascends the stairs, each step feeling like a race against her mother’s scrutiny. Once in her room, she closes the door with a soft click and immediately opens her bag, lifting the rabbit into her hands. Its small body trembles as it adjusts to the new surroundings and Agatha gently strokes its fur, instantly met by a strange comfort in its warmth. She clears a small corner near her wardrobe, layering it with spare cloth to create a makeshift bed. Gently, she settles the creature into its new nest, her fingers lingering for a moment in a silent promise of safety. She can’t help but hope it will stay tucked away, shielded from her mother’s unyielding gaze.

With one last glance at the rabbit, she hurries to change into her formal dress, her fingers moving quickly overt he smooth buttons and fine stitching of her dark purple dress. The fabric, soft yet heavy, falls elegantly around her, with fitted sleeves that taper at her wrists and a high collar that lends an air of formality. Over her shoulders, she fastens a black hooded cloak, its material dense and cool to the touch, shrouding her in shadow.

Around her neck, Agatha clasps a delicate gold pendant, a small medallion inscribed with a protective rune she had crafted herself. She remembers the nights she spent, hidden away in her room up until early mornings, studying by candlelight a tome on runes she had secretly … borrowed from the coven’s grand hall. The process was grueling, the symbols complex, each line and curve requiring absolute precision. But she persevered, tracing and retracing the shapes until her fingers were cramped and her eyes ached. Finally, one night, she had inscribed the rune onto the pendant with practiced care, sealing her first true rune magic enchantment into gold. The medallion now rests close to her heart as she gently grazes it with her index finger, the reminder of a quiet victory.

Agatha stands ready but her mind races, both with thoughts of the gathering ahead and with the unexpected warmth that fills her as she looks once again at the small creature in the corner, a quiet companionship she hadn’t known she needed. For a moment, despite the rush, the heaviness of the long afternoon ahead seems to lessen.

You and your mother walk briskly through the village of Salem, her pace unwavering, her expression set in that familiar mask of determination. When you arrive at the gathering hall—a sturdy building of dark wood and stone, its walls blackened by time and the few shafts of light barely reaching the high-beamed ceiling—you feel the air shift. Inside, the faint scents of dried herbs, incense, and melted wax mingle together, grounding you in the tradition that fills this place.

The room is alive with murmurs, a soft undercurrent of voices that echo off the walls as witches of all ages stand in small groups, their quiet conversations mixing in your ears. In a corner, a mother and her daughter stir a large pot of soup, a simple meal to warm those gathered here on such short notice. A line of people has already formed, each waiting patiently for their share.

Your mother leaves your side almost immediately. Without a word, she moves with purpose to join a nearby circle of witches engaged in quiet discussion. As you glance around, your gaze lands on Evanora, deep in conversation with a small group just a little way off. Her presence is unmistakable, commanding, even in casual conversation. The sight of her brings Agatha to mind immediately, and it’s only moments before you spot her in the food line, closer to the front.

She stands alone, a wooden bowl and spoon in her hands, waiting her turn. A sudden rumbling sound coming from your stomach reminds you that you haven’t eaten since last night. Quietly, you move to the nearby table, picking up a wooden bowl and spoon for yourself before joining the line, glad for the people separating you and Agatha.

As you wait, your attention drifts to the woman serving the soup, a familiar face in Salem—a witch whose skill with potions has made her somewhat well-known in the village. When Agatha steps forward, the girl’s entire demeanor shifts: her eyes brighten, her posture softens, and she smiles just a bit wider, a hint of something almost playful on her lips.

You’re too far to make out any words they exchange, but you notice how the girl leans in slightly and how her fingers brush over Agatha’s as she hands back the bowl, the touch lingering a heartbeat longer than necessary. Agatha, for her part, doesn’t seem as engaged, responding with a few brief words and a polite nod, her expression unreadable. But the other girl’s interest is unmistakable, her gaze follows Agatha even after she’s moved aside, lingering in a way that feels almost intimate, something close to admiration written plainly across her face.

A strange sensation twists in your chest as you witness the scene, an uncomfortable, unwanted tension. You push the feeling down, telling yourself it doesn’t matter, even as it lingers, sharp and insistent. Then, finally, it’s your turn. You accept the ladle of soup from the woman and you thank her, its warmth radiating through the bowl as you step aside, seeking a place to sit. You find an empty bench and settle down, grateful for the solitude. You’re halfway through your meal when the sound of Evanora’s voice cuts through the room, commanding attention.

Your mother appears at your side almost instantly, her expression steely as her gaze sweeps over you. “That’s enough.” she snaps, voice low but sharp. “Stop dawdling and pay attention. Come, you’ll sit up front with me.” Her tone is icy, leaving no room for objection, as though your place beside her is a matter of necessity rather than choice. The words are a command, edged with impatience, leaving no room for argument.You bite back a retort and set your bowl aside, standing to follow her. 

She leads you to the third row, where you settle yourself, barely containing your irritation as her presence at your side feels like a weight pressing you into place. Her attention is fixed on the front of the room as Evanora steps forward, her voice cutting through the low murmur of conversation, calling the meeting to order. A hush falls over the room, and you force yourself to focus, feeling the heavy atmosphere settle around you. 

Everyone turns toward the front, where the discussion will begin, and as you look forward, your eyes land on Agatha. There, in the first row—a stark reminder of her status—she sits a little to your left, her back to you. Only a single row separates you, and yet somehow, she feels worlds away.

[bdudette]

I saw the hcs of hort falling for someone from the good school, but what about not just hcs of them being a princess from that school, but they are different from the others. They don’t like pastel colors like the rest and prefers darker colors (Let’s say they somehow found a black dress or took one colorful dress and just modified it. Plus don’t really care what the rest think), not afraid to stand up for others no matter what school they are from, kind, and empathetic (You could add Tedros too if you’d like)

THE SCHOOL FOR GOOD AND EVIL GUYS FALLING FOR A NEVER LIKE EVER !

• Characters Included: Hort and Tedros

• a|n: tbh, i didn’t know how to do this one super well. I was mostly thinking of like — typical Disney ‘ I’m not like the other girls ‘ kinda gal. don’t beat me up for saying that 😂. idk if this fits with the tittle but I remember when the ‘ever’ girls called Agatha a ‘never’ because of how she first looked and I kinda wanna work with that ? Uh — yeah

• ps. sorry for taking months to do this, y’all know that at this point I generate fics at the pace of a slug in a 5 yard run. rewatched the movie for y’all. i’ve also been trying to write for some different fandoms im into as well, the amount of drafts I have — cough … this was from 2022 btw 💀

• warnings: based on movie, obsessive Hort ( bro needs to chill a lil ), kinda wack Tedros, rusty writing, short.

✫ Hort

Obsessed Immediately

It’s not everyday when Hort gets to see such a … different kind of princess.

Typically, they are all like — sheep in fancy clothes and makeup, always following what the most popular shepherd’s words were as if it were like their last drop of water in a dry and hot desert.

So when you were thrown in and showed up in such dark ‘never’ colors in the entrance ceremony of those lame-o ‘ever’s he just — he stared way too hard at you from afar.

What were you trying to accomplish when you chose that outfit? What were you thinking when choosing such darkness of colors that almost had you thrown to the side of the ‘never’s by the humanized wolf guards the very first day?

He was honestly just confused as soon as he first saw you, you were so much different than what he was used to seeing or hearing. So when he continuously saw you wear such clothings for more than a day, he decided to well — stalk you to learn more about your intentions.

And he wasn’t gonna lie and say he didn’t start liking you as soon as you started to show up the next few days after the second one still wearing dark clothing — further pushing the continuations of his stalking towards you in where he’d just stare at you with his arm perched on the cafeteria table with his head leaned against his closed fist.

All while he sighed so dreamily towards you.

Wow that was long.

But it’s true, he so rarely got to see you though because of your different ‘statuses’— so when he did see you again, he always used that time to stare at You.

It wasn’t far after the first few days that You were able to catch on that an never was staring and soon felt kind of uncomfortable.

And it wasn’t because the guy was an never, no — it was just — that weird guy seemed to have a staring problem since the first time You came in.

Well — everyone here had a staring problem when it came to Your clothing style — the difference was that while the others stared in disgust, envy or pity … he stared with something akin to a Dreamy Look.

And that always seemed to put you on a fluttering edge of — confusion, and extreme flattery —

Not you’d outrightly say it, not to this pretty stranger of a never, after all — what’s the fun in making things easy.

After gathering all your courage one day, you had decided that it was time to finally speak to this staring guy.

A smile grazed your colored lips, eyes squinting under the light of the sun rays as you were lightly caressed by the sun itself all while you stared down at the sitting wolf who looked like he was seeing an ethereal being right in front of him.

So this is how it started, the little romantic advances of a wolf man and dark clothing wearing riding hood.

✫ Tedros

Confused Yet Enamored

He was honestly so — confused as to what you were wearing when he first saw you walking on the grounds of the ever school.

Wondering why a Never was walking in the same grounds of the Evers, but after seeing you on the second to third day, it was solidified that you were an Ever … dressed in darkened items.

At first, he had been confused — extremely confused and not understanding as to why an Ever would ever wear such darkened clothings to the point of being confused to a Never.

Why an Ever would ever be kind to a Never when they were the enemies, the villains, of their future life long stories — even standing up for them from time and time again.

He was unsure, but he could not deny the rapid palpations of his golden heart at the sight of your beautiful figure.

Be it from Far, Far Away or Close By.

As a popular guy, he can’t deny that he was somewhat — arrogant when it came to a romantic advance with pretty ladies, but you had been indifferent to the sight of him.

This was one of the many reasons why he has been so enamored with you, why his eyes could not leave you for more than a second.

And sure, it might sound like a typical ‘this is the first time a lady has ever rejected me’ sort of romance, but this was different for Tedros.

This was way too different.

Especially when he started speaking with You, his eyes not leaving You as he had a spark of interest by the time he first spoke to You.

Your empathy, Your kindness, Your wit, Your intelligence — everything about You was different than the ordinary one minded ladies he has met before … not to be insulting.

But You were just different to everyone, to himself, You were — Yourself.

And by the stars above, you were one of a kind to him, You were the beautiful moon that shined the path of salvation to him, the setting sky that held the most beautiful of darkening colors — You ARE his One.

He knew it, he felt it.

From the sole of his feet, to the edge of his fingers and to the top of his hairs — You lit his heart ablaze like the flames on Hades head.

You are the One who held the key within his own Heart and Soul.

Which is why, as soon as he knew, he gently grasped at your darkened nail tainted hands, looking directly at your eyes as his heart trembled within himself while throat dried out for a moment

You looked at him with a light fever within your own, wonder cascading with yourself at this beautiful man that held a tender look within his own eyes.

Was this to be your happily Ever After?

Despite who you were, despite how you dressed — Tedros would not have you any different than right now.

After all, You are the One, truly the One he fell deeply — into the depths of the underworld and above — in love with you.

[dammarchy211]

It isn’t true!

I am not the ghost!

Without a soul!

come! Listen to my heart!

You here it beat…

(Preface for pronouns, Dart is transfem)

Introduction of both this au’s villains, and more Dart lore! This is for the au we’re Raz is 20 btw.

Firstly, Agatha was working on her reanimated dead in secret, her company makes toxin based weapons basically but they're still not Really doing anything illegal that people know about. The reason people started finding out is that she was dumping "unsuccessful" ones out of the drainage pipes in her factory and they began walking around and terrorizing people. Lili, Raz, Dogen, n Kitty were sent to the city her company's in (dubiously New York City) to sleuth out what was going on! They don't immediately figure out it's her, Dex gets wrapped up into it because of the zombies using C.R.I.M.E. tech. Agatha tried to be super friendly n sponsoring the psychonauts agents at first in order to lead them in the wrong direction ! Kinda a mix between Syndrome and Mirage from the Incredibles plot wise.

She eventually reanimates Dante, but noott very well. All of Agatha's zombies r basically puppeted around by mechanical parts and some psychic tech. Dante is only conscious after she reanimates him too bc he had his brain stored when he died! Agatha's reanimated dead are also reanimated a while after death, whereas Dart was reanimated almost immediately so Dante is practically falling apart compared to her. Dante is definitely not the main villain, and Really does care about Dart, especially since he went through so much effort to keep her alive after he died, but Agatha reanimates him so they can rediscover that same method that worked with dart. Which might become a conflict of interest between Agatha n Dante in the future.

When Dante was alive, he did actually Try to parent Dart, but so much of his time was iust devoted to his experiments and work and cult stuff and holing himself up in his office that they were distant regardless. I mean Dart was kind of just an experiment that he didn't even think would work and he got attached too- there were a good 3 or so years that Dante was sick and dying (probably harmful material exposure let's be honest) and they just Didn't talk about it. They both knew but they didn't discuss stuff like that. I mean they had heart to hearts sometimes but the last time Dart really saw him before he died was kinda 'you're dying and we both know it'. Even when Dante was alive, Dart was really trying to run away from anything ‘supernatural’ or ‘weird’ or dangerous and just live a normal life. That’s kind of why she started going to whispering rock, but after the brain snatching incident she just hid in the outhouse the whole time and then stopped going after.

[biitchcakes]

H E A D C A N O N .

She's a BOOKWORM ! Reading is an activity that's not only stimulating and relaxing at the same time, but can also be an avenue for KNOWLEDGE ⸺ and Jessica's always down to learn.

P A T H O S.

Her first nemesis is Morgan Le Fay, though Jess already knows about the woman from legends when she first encounters her. I feel as though she grew up reading FANTASY books, as most children do, and would dream about going on such fantastic adventures, about being rescued from her locked up tower like the princesses always are. . .

L O G O S.

Once she is awoken from stasis, Hydra manipulates her into believing that they are an organisation that fights for the rights of the little guy, taking down the evils of big corporations and others that wish to do harm. But, learning the truth about her captors and watching the terrorism they wrought upon others certainly brings the ETHICS they taught her into question once she escapes. Due to her extensive research to not only learn new, but also unlearn Hydra's lessons, Jess becomes quite knowledge when it comes to PHILOSOPHY. Kant's empirical self vs transcendental self, the concept of Dasein and specifically Heidegger's exploration of it, and a load of Sartre's teachings are some examples I can think of that would stand out to Jessica the most as she not only enters society after escaping, but as she explores herself for the first time as well. She also reads a good few basic biology and biochemistry books, mostly as an attempt to learn how humans actually work since she never learned ⸺ but also to find out how she differs from the rest of them. Her innate thirst for SCIENCE is always there, and early on it easily manifests through her choice to read these sorts of books. ( Yes her best friend is literally The Space Hero™️ and yes she may love Star Trek more than almost anything. . . No she has not read nonfiction books about space. "I've learned all I need to know about it through Carol and by going there myself. And that's more than enough, thanks." )

E T H O S.

It doesn't take long for her to get into mystery and DETECTIVE novels, quickly striking up a love for the genre. Agatha Christie novels in particular are her favourite, really enjoying any good whodunit? story. Reading these sorts of books is one of the things that initially puts the idea of becoming a Private Investigator into her mind. These days, her favourite remains detective novels ⸺ go figure. But other favourites include SCIENCE FICTION and ROMANCE novels. She doesn't mind the normal romances, but she'd prefer to have one with a vampire or something of the like in it. And, while she may not like being in space, nor care to read about the real life ins and outs, she does enjoy it as a background for her escapism. Also, I don't know where else to add this in but ⸺ you give her an instruction guide ? If she's interested in whatever the subject matter is, she'll read the damn thing cover to cover. Unless it's a MASSIVE manual, like the giant gd one for autoCAD ( i do not picture her using CAD btw it's just the first thing that came to mind hgjksdg ). She wouldn't read something like that page by page, c'mon now.

[crovvlipso]

dudeeeee I just stumbled on your blog by accident I saw your oc Giona and I almost screamed oh shit that's me He's Italian?? Blonde?? Gryffindor and gay???? just like me He's SOOOO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I don't have a game cause I'm broke seeing him it is like seeing myself in the game I will stand him no matter what

btw could you tell me more about His relationship with Seb?

HHFDYSYDYSGDGDGSAAJMNNCCX OMFG Grazie amore✨💕 glad to be a part of represent 😭 I actually based him on Giorno Giovanna lol

He and Sebastian are low-key funny, Seb clearly he doesn't like Giona since their first years at Hogwarts (Yes that's right Giona is actually side oc, not MC) because Giona is so noiiiiisy and snitch, in my story Anne is also used to have a crush on him not knowing his preference, nobody knows, even his best friend Garreth, not until Agatha finds out

Giona always tries to be nice to Sebastian as much as he can but Seb is bombastic side eyes at him and Giona is like 'Well fuck you then you twat' and it's even funny because Agatha spent time with Giona lately and she always said to Sebastian that she really fascinated by people with blue eyes (she said as teased) this made him doesn't like Giona,, even more, this guy straight up be the first Gionaphobic 💀

And Giona also has a crush on Ominis but it is just one side, he doesn't have much chance to talk to him, not when Sebastian is around, he doesn't even know if Ominis know that he even exists lol 😭

[cornus27florida]

Whitney had initiated ! But at what cost? Episode 148 BBQ (Barbeque, theme of slumber party) part 2 reactions (which is the last one's [episode reactions] from me - the next time I'll focusing on wiki ><)

As Maria maleficent-kiss feels kinda will affect her dream scape even thou not awakes her + the last book that Maria closes is suspiciously like Dogyssey... + CANCEL LELAND

Pastel Palace → Maria and Beckett

Maria closes the ‘final book’ that suspiciously looks like Dogyssey (the book that Frederick lent to Gwen, as an attempt to invite her to the gala first time) and saying that it seems to be the all the reading she could do tonight because it’s almost bedtime for her. She reassures sleeping Gwen that their father (king Jack) will be home soon and they are gonna wake Gwen up in no time. Despite getting scratched by the thorny ‘rings of protections’ surrounding Gwen, Maria attempting to kiss (pecking) Gwen in attempt for Maleficent-style of “true love’s kiss” could prevail - but it’s not work and leaves Maria in sadness. Gwen is not bulging or moving for now (which imho is good thing because imagine waking up without proper awareness but you found you got surrounded by the ring of protections that could scratch you easily). 

Maria decides to walk down stairs and finds miss Agatha grumbling that the children out of control; Jamie sneaking out again (to getting Frederick in Plaid Palace) - and she’s threatening to snapping his pixie sticks in front of him (well Jamie is fine with get grounded for million years, prob this one he’ll be fine? but well no one want to get punished..) + Lorena is working too recklessly for her Defense Project → She and the Pastel maids bring a huge cannon ball to make a project presentation for tomorrow. Lorena asks Miss Agatha if she’s fine to wait for the presentation visual to be done - with the reply that Miss Agatha is fine due to having things to entertain her (she literally is so bold by having smut books about butlers on the table).

Maria decides to go upstairs in the balcony, commenting that the air feels a little chilly yet smells a bit smokey - like there’s a barbecue (party) somewhere - which she wishes someone could invite her. At the same time she becomes melancholic, Beckett greeting her - he already sent off Horace Fais to the ‘bathroom’ all the way down at the barracks at the bottom of the hill as ‘direct order from him being the superior’.

Back to the CPC - which is Whitney’s initiation party !

Starting the reaction commentaties with these images that shown up in LambCat’s patreon FP ep of 148:

The giant tent to starts the slumber party; the members chatting each other; Monika offering Laverne a pink wine; Whitney playing twister with CPC members, Abbi is playing ping pong and assuring Saffron that the last time incident (the ball entering Jolie's eye socket) won't happen again

^ I am so jealous to the folks that could buy physical copy of CPC Book NGL T^T Feels like these panels is from the book

I thought Whitney gonna be piled together with Frederick as ‘self-defense exercise for confronting the construction crew’ - but turns out the left side that I thought will be Frederick is actually Whitney. He instructing the CPC members to playing twister but instead the normal ones is the ‘monochrome version’ where one of the circle color is ‘pewter’ or “oxford gray” [https://www.colorxs.com/color/oxford-gray-2128-40 ]

^ The oxford grey seems to be the second row on the left btw

Abbi playing ping pong with the princess that has curse ‘to make men in vicinity crying in anguish’. Abbi asked Saffron to play the next match (and also assuring him that ‘incident’ of the ball entering Jolie’s eye sock won’t happen again, as Jolie now upside on a tree to becomes ‘the party light’), but he declined as he still dejected by the epic fail of his first date (reference to episode 147). The princess wearing the blue dress (and have OP curse make men crying) commenting about how hard it is to date anyone with a curse, and giving an idea for Saffron to date someone in the club. 

SyRon/SaffRah

Abbi replies that ‘being Saffron’ makes no one see him in a fanciful gaze, and gives an example that even Syrah that is supposed to hit on ‘literally anything’ - not interested in Saffron - which we learn later that this statement actually is not true. This from Jolie remembering the memory from the early days of the club (yay interesting CPC origin story!!), when Prez introduces Saffron as a new member where there’s just Jolie, Nell (also important: Jolie flirting with Nell adorably with an eye mask that has heart image) and Syrah. 

Damn both CPC's Polygon folks are ultimate cockblocker; Curtis to WhitPelnia while Prez to SyRon - I really agreed that Saffron [tbh, he truly looks like a fine swole hunk that just kinda timid in ep 148] and Syrah [the ultimate cure for her pinocchio curse actually living in honesty - and with her interactions so far with Saffron, she got nothing to hides+lies and her personality compliments with Saffron. But to be fair for Prez part, she establish Syrah to giving ‘pass’ to Saffron 

NelLie is love at first sight! Also the flashback is something that IDK I need : the order of CPC members initiation, which the first is shown long before to be Nell, then Jolie and Syrah - thus Saffron the one member that initiated later on - and it seems the early days of CPC, the CPC lectures already happened (that theme is "Mutual funds for Princesses") but the slumber parties tradition are made much later on.

I want to point out one scene that webtoon commenter notices when Syrah said "I rather marry hotdog if I can" - her long elongates = she lying about it-she seems not moved on from Saffron, and I hope Prez could lift up that 'ban' as Syrah could chills her out when together with Saffron after the problems with the Plaid troop resolved. I really want SyRon ship to happen there, as with Saffron ‘blunt’ honesties and his sincerities surely could compliments Syrah’s pinocchio curse, while Syrah experiences and exorbitant personality of being a cursed princess that not shackled with it terms will fits Saffron + it seems Saffron’s cursed hand also shipping Saffron with Syrah! One can’t forgot how thirsty Syrah when he sees Saffron for the first time (NGL Saffron really looks like a timid adorable hunk there in ep 148).

Plaid crashing the Whitney’s slumber party with their metallic footsteps

Jolie admires Syrah that keeping her word ‘to never give pass to Saffron’ till this day and thoughts that Syrah seems to have moved on. Both Nell and Syrah are sitting at the table and already too full eating foods that were served in Whitney’s BBQ party - while Frederick too dizzy has already ‘flipped more than a stack of pancakes’ when he just wants to talk to Prez that he thought will hear him seriously. Prez announced the CPC members would gather around so they could give a toast to their newest member which is Whitney. Prez prepares a bottle of champagne for the toast and gives him the PANDA keychain, while Thermidora makes him ‘the most monochrome dessert’ that she could find which she refers to as ‘vile invention’ - which is the dirt cake.

^ here screenshoots of silliness of CPC members based on this paragraph only lmao (and even excluding Monika fall)

Frederick attempt to warns everyone keep getting failed

F.E.A.R.S=Frederick Emotional Army of Rebel Support T^T

https://www.delish.com/holiday-recipes/halloween/a28637592/dirt-cake-recipe/

The Dirt Cake, the dessert that Thermidora made to Whitney - despite the name it actually easy to make and very delish!

When Frederick thought it gonna be his chance to talking with Prez, Abbi accidentally throw a ping pong ball to Prez’ eye, resulting to the cork of the champagne bottle incident *flying to everywhere* - starts to nearly hit Frederick (nice duck over there, tiniest prince), distressing Renee and Bernadette, rushing to Saffron (nice plate shield!), making Monika back to being a crow and almost hitting Laverne until Curtis catches it with cooking gloves. The rescue act makes Laverne grow a crush on Curtis, knocking him out of commission=also making everything fly, the food as hotdog entering Nell’s mouth while the onion rings stacked on Syrah’s elongated nose + Monika as crow fell directly in the middle of the ‘dirt cake’.

All of the chain of reactions due to a simple cork making everyone laughs, especially Whitney that seeing the whole thing >w< Saffron commenting that the night really turns out to be great for sure, while Syrah commenting that one thing that lacks is beverage (the incident making all drinks crashing down) - and want to run into the town to get some refills. Saffron is surprised about that and suggests Syrah to have common sense and take Curtis to accompany her - but as Curtis is still knocked out by Laverne, Saffron takes himself to be Syrah’s chaperon and suggests to her that there’s a better selection if headed west. Unfortunately Monika fell face first upon the cake there haha. I also want to make remarks that Whitney's laughs is so precious and infectious, but seems what LambCat said in the patreon is true...

{warning! this wholesome goofiness of CPC won’t last.. Heard from the Patreon that LambCat said it will be the last time we could see everyone at CPC in silliness..} T^T

This will be the last episode with the comedy antics of all CPC members as a wholemaking goofiness of themself .. as things will turns out to be darker with the metals and footsteps of Leland's private army there that lining up from the deep of the forest track to the Pastel palace

+ This also the last CPC episode that I gotta give reactions, kudos to Mono that keeps doing this - thanks a lot!!!

Frederick finally could talk with Prez without any distractions, he starts with Gwen (Prez asked how the two have been) that he actually never seen once since the gala. Prez weirded about it and wondered what she has been up to all these time between gala and now. Frederick telling that it’s exactly what he want to know (he can meet Gwen directly at the Pastel palace, and Gwen never visits CPC again) - but he also have some huge emergency regarding his (likely refers to his dad and brothers) - that interrupted by the lil’ guy alerting about the incoming intruders. Little guy totally shaking in fear while warning everyone in the CPC to get away from the edge of the forest because ‘the intruders’ are really close right now. Prez attempting to calms the lil guy because she thought CPC could handle the intruders, as there’s dozen of princesses eager to show off their new self-defense moves - but lil guy telling that the intruders aren’t construction workers and (like Frederick said to the Pastel guards) it won’t possible to stop them.

At the same time, lots of metal clanking and heavy footsteps incoming at the edge of the forest → it come from Leland’s private army - they’re walking to make a really long stands heading to the Pastel palace (seems creepy with all-over body protective gear, accompany with metal weapon that looks like a waxax but being holds by a long metal stick.

Prez trying to diffuse the situation by making a joke to Frederick doesn’t need a whole army to picking him up from a sleepover - but Frederick explain that the army is his father’s and the goal is the Pastel Princesses.

[doitwritenow]

Supreme Super family gets sucked up into WandaVision(let's imagine Tony's alive in this or is from the multiverse). Ironstrange think they're married with a high school kid. Tony is a science teacher, strange is town doctor, and peter is a regular kid. No memories of they're real life. Rhody, Pepper, and Aunt May and Morgan could be added to this too if you wanted.

OHHO! Sorry it took me so long to reply to this; I had to finish the show, for one thing, and then my brain started going all sorts of places with the prompt... and well. I have on heck of a ramble coming, so buckle up! 

(Also, spoilers through the series, so watch out!) 

— — —

It starts with a question on Vision’s job application.

That’s all. So simple, so innocuous, so innocent. Vision is casually recording information that he doesn’t yet realize he can’t remember, and he arrives at a line that asks his family history. It’s nothing complex, left on the application only because Wanda’s subconscious had glossed over the question. So does Vision’s, as a result. But he wants this job. They want to fit in, and so they answer the question truthfully.

Vision writes ‘Stark’, unaware. ‘Tony Stark.’

And pop. Just like that. 

On the edge of Westview, there suddenly is and has always been a small, well-kept mechanic’s shop. It’s run by an aging man with a bright mind and a brighter smile. He’s lived here since he came back from the war, but no one knows for how long. And he has no memory—no memory at all—of what came before. 

Of the round scar in the center of his chest. 

He doesn’t need to know. No one needs to know; he’s just a side character, after all. Just the answer to a line on a job application.

Just so that something, anything, about Vision’s life here isn’t a lie. 

-

Yeah, so Tony gets manifested within the Hex—but because he’s one of Wanda’s creations and not someone being mind-controlled, he is able to exist with agency within Westview. He has no reason, however, to believe anything is amiss; he’s been resurrected only to play a character, and his memories and surface-level motivations only extend to the limits of that character.

But Wanda has other regret. Wanda has other anger and understanding and forgiveness and gratefulness, and she knew Tony Stark, once. 

She knew his worst nightmare—and it’s easy to craft a soul from that, really.

(But it’s fine, of course it’s fine. Tony has no reason to pull down the walls of that hidden spirit. He’s content in his role, just like Vision. So it’s fine. 

… Right?) 

-

Agatha stands at the base of a towering barrier with her hands on her hips. One side of her mouth is quirked up into a considering, scheming smile, and her magic probes out around her curiously. This is the source of the power she’d felt; she’s sure of it. The spell work… the instinctual, unconscious spell work is so intense she can almost taste it.

How is it possible? What’s the secret? 

Agatha must know. And besides; this is the most interesting thing that’s happened to her since the seventeenth century. 

She’s about to reach out, about to cross into the heart of the magic, when she hears it. A footstep. Quiet and dark and making no attempt at stealth. 

Agatha grips her magic. “Who’s there?” she demands. 

Someone steps out of the trees. A human, Agatha thinks, though you can never be sure nowadays. He wears a hood of green and his hands are dark where they hang at his sides. 

“Witch,” the figure declares.

Agatha raises an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”

“Yes,” says Karl Mordo. “I rather think you can.”

-

Okay, cut to New York. Stephen Strange is exhausted, wrung dry trying to keep the edges of the universe from deteriorating now that the stabilization factors of the Infinity Stones have been destroyed. One task runs into the next, one morning into the night. One future into all the others. 

But Stephen likes the work; it keeps his mind in one place. He’s always alert these days. Always listening. 

So when someone calls out to him from New Jersey, he can hear.

It’s Mordo luring him in, of course, but he doesn’t know that yet. After Dormammu, and certainly after all those futures, Stephen has too much experience for Mordo to hope to get the better of. The old Master is still dedicated to his ‘too many sorcerers’ shebangerang, though, so he’s employed help. Maybe he can kill two birds with one stone. Two world-threateningly powerful magic users with one stone. 

Stephen follows the call, because of course he does. It sounds like a call for help; what else is he supposed to do? The kelpie situation in the Thames can wait. Wong waves him off, tells him to be careful without much hope of Stephen listening, and takes over the Sanctum for the few hours Stephen intends to be gone.

(It’s not for a few hours.)

-

But there’s someone else we should mention before we see what Westview has planned for Stephen. See, a certain spider-kid has just had his identity outed, and his only allies once called themselves Nick Fury and Maria Hill.

Nick Fury and Maria Hill, Peter discovers, are not Nick Fury and Maria Hill.

“You’re aliens?” Peter demands, his hands warding the space in front of him. 

Of course they’re aliens, part of him sighs. Of course. Why wouldn’t one more thing just go crazy in his life? Why let him remember what ‘normal’ even felt like? Why the hell not? 

“Er, yes,” says not-Fury. “My name is Talos. But we do still want to help you.”

Helping Peter doesn’t go according to plan. See, the Skrull try to approach SWORD for Monica Rambaeu’s help regarding the kid who saved their lives, but Monica has disappeared. 

Talos only turns around for two seconds. Really, it’s only a moment. But when he turns back, Peter Parker has disappeared, too.

-

“Woah.” 

Stephen stops, a hand coming up to shield his third eye as he squints into the absolute maelstrom of power swirling in a hexagonal wall in front of him. It doesn’t feel like the Order’s magic—not like something of the Mystic Arts. It’s something far more human and gritty. Stephen’s perception can’t extend through it. He frowns.

He takes a step forward, the Cloak swirling around his ankles, and begins to stitch his mental walls into place. His wards are strong, even unconsciously.

That’s probably what saves him, in all honesty. 

Two strong, human hands plant themselves in the small of Stephen’s back and shove him into the barrier. Stephen opens his mouth to yell, raises his hands to cast a spell— but blue and red are surrounding him now. Devouring him, now. They lick at his mind, slamming against unbreakable walls.

But they are unbreakable too. 

Stephen disappears. 

-

(Mordo used a portal to get behind him and knock him into the Hex, btw.) 

It’s those hasty mental walls that keep Stephen from being completely consumed into the Westview spells. He is not fully mind-controlled, nor is he left half-animated and frozen like most people near Ellis Avenue. But there is one main rule of Wanda Maximoff’s Westview, and that, Stephen can’t escape completely. 

‘No one remembers outside.’

Stephen doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t remember anything at all. 

-

Tony Stark finds the man lying on the side of the road. He’s just finished dropping his kid Peter off at the Westview high school (it hasn’t occurred to him that it’s weird how he never sees the boy’s classmates. Or that Peter never seems to have stories from school. Or that the kid is always waiting in the exact same place that Tony dropped him off at whenever Tony comes to pick him up. Tony has no reason to think too hard; he’s just a side character—right?). 

“Uh, hi?” Tony pauses, the car puffing it’s irritation when he stops it too quickly. He cranks down the window and leans out. 

The man blinks, slowly, at the sky. He sits up hesitantly, like he hasn’t noticed Tony, and rubs his hand across his face. He pulls it away after a moment and frowns at it. Tony wonders why he looks so confused—it’s not like there’s anything wrong with the man’s hand. No scars or anything. 

“Hi, sir,” Tony says again. “Are you alright?”

The man jumps. He looks over at Tony—and there’s something weird about his eyes. Something… really weird. (Color, says a voice in the back of his mind that he hasn’t heard for a very, very long time. That’s color.)

“Who are you?” Tony asks. He parks the car completely now. 

The man looks down at his hands again. “I’m—” he begins. He’s frowning again.

“Come on now,” Tony encourages. “How hard can it be?”

The man tugs at the scarf around his neck—and it must be windier than Tony thought, because the edges of it are swaying as if of their own accord— and swallows. 

“I don’t know,” he says.

-

So of course Tony brings Stephen back with him. He prods at the man until Stephen manages to blurt out ‘Doctor Stephen Strange’ for no reason either of them can remember. But it makes Stephen relax, a little, to have it on his tongue. 

Tony catches Stephen staring at him after that. A lot. When he asks him why, Stephen has no clear answer; just a vague “you remind me of someone.” For Stephen’s part, all he knows is that seeing Tony gives him an indistinct sense of relief. Like he’d been missing someone deeply, and has now found it again. 

Still. He can’t quite put his finger on it. Just like he can’t quite put his finger on why his hands don’t hurt when he tries to write…

-

Vision visits Tony, sometimes, whenever he remembers, or whenever someone in the town mentions the old mechanic. He brings Wanda. They have fun, but Vision always goes home feeling slightly baffled. And Tony always feels like something hurts, deep in the center of his chest. 

Vision likes his adopted younger brother. (And Peter gets along just fine with the twins, too, when they come along, so Wanda doesn’t change anything about it). But when the man with the bright eyes stares at him with just a bit too much calculation on his face, Vision starts to be reminded of… things. Of suspicions. Of Geraldine and how she had no home and no history. And he doesn’t quite look Wanda in the eye that dinner. 

“What do you do?” Wanda asks, her voice a little hard, a little suspicious. Vision tries not to wince. Whatever it is she’s not telling him, this man at his father’s dinner table reminds her of it. 

Tony flips his fork, balancing it like one might a wrench. “Stephen’s a doctor,” he says.  

Wanda’s face flickers. “That’s funny,” she says blankly. “Because no one in this town ever needs one.” 

-

For a while, Tony Stark didn’t see anything amiss here. He was created, was consistent, was emptily and vaguely pleased. But Tony Stark is Tony Stark, whatever character he’s been told to play. Tony Stark wants to help people. 

And this man, this strange doctor with the eyes that would sometimes go blank for long minutes and the tears that would stain sharp cheeks for a reason he claimed not to remember, needs help.

So Tony Stark begins to scratch at Wanda’s walls. 

-

 “What do you mean he’s here?”

“I mean your little plan didn’t work,” Agatha says. She stands on the edge of Westview, speaking through a mirror of magic to the man outside. She’s liking this sorcerer less and less the more she works with him—but he has been rather helpful so far, so she continues to put up with him. 

“Does he remember?”

“No,” Agatha says. “The dad that Wanda made up for Vision has taken him in. It’s kind of adorable, actually.”

“Hm.” Mordo’s mouth twists. “You’ll finish the job?”

Agatha shrugs nonchalantly. “Sure. When I get around to it.”

“You don’t want to wait. Deal with Strange now, before he remembers how to be a threat.”

Agatha laughs. It’s brittle, fully conveying her hostility. “Ha, my good sorcerer, listen. Unless you want to come in here and do the job yourself, you’ll let me handle this my way.”

Agatha’s way involves getting to the bottom of things, of course. And that’s rather convenient… because Vision has begun to try to do the same thing. 

— — — —

Okay that’s all I have for now? The other bits are still solidifying in my mind, and it’s basically all Horrible Angst. I hope this scratches a little of the itch of your ask, though! Feel free, anyone, to add onto this if you’d like! I really enjoyed the show, and I think it has some really awesome AU potential. 

Thanks for the ask!!!

[taecnoal]

Nescience // Double & Fabian

Posted: 5/1/22

Now Playing: Nescience : Galdive

Fandom: Skullgirls

Pairing: Agatha/Double + Fabian (S/I)

Genre: SFW, Fluff

Warnings: Slight Body Horror (Described)

Word Count: 765

Tags: @caniscreamintoanabyss (I don't think the rest of my tag list knows about Skullgirls LMAO. BTW If you want me to tag u when I write just DM me <3)

Notes: Agatha Gloomfoil is such a cool name. Double knew what the hell was up.

"Are you not scared of me?" Double asked one day, and the warble in their voice seemed stronger than usual.

"Scared?" Fabian echoed the word back to them, and Double once again hated taking a human form. Yes, scared. They hissed inside of their head. Anxiety made their mind fuzzy, something that didn't happen often.

Double opted to keep their mouth shut while Fabian pondered over the question.

Fabian hummed. "No, I don't think so. You're actually pretty cool, Double."

Double's mind reeled. Cool? "Don't you hate me?" They trilled, and it almost sounded like they were begging. Where was all of this insecurity coming from? "Don't you find me terrifying?"

It was weird for them. No one's ever put this much effort into them before. No one's ever seen them, a mound of flesh and eyes and teeth, faces and claws - no one's ever seen them and asked to know the monster underneath.

And for Double, that was terrifying in and of itself.

Double didn't know much. Well. Double knew a lot. But they didn't know much. Double was not supposed to think, they were only supposed to do. Double was meant to serve, and that was all they'd really ever known. What the Trinity wanted was what they wanted, and that was how it had always been.

Until . . .

{"What do you think, Double?"

What did they think?

It was an odd question at the time. Fabian had asked for their opinion about something miniscule, perhaps how a dress or necklace looked on them, but the words got caught in their chest.

What did they think? They didn't think. What were they supposed to think?

At the time, Fabian had taken their silence for disapproval. Silently, he held it away from himself, inspecting it. "Does it not look good on me?" A pause, "I quite like the color, though."

Double blinked. "I," They had never been struck this dumb before, it was embarrassing, "Um."

Fabian raised any eyebrow. "Are you alright, Double?"

Were they alright? As long as Fabian was okay, they were okay. Because that was how it had always been.}

"I don't find you at all terrifying," Fabian's voice pulled them from the recesses of their mind, and they listened, "unless terrifyingly beautiful counts as terrifying." He chuckled to himself, some thought or joke that Double was too inhuman to catch.

"Beautiful." Double repeated.

"Yes," Fabian looked up from what he had busied himself with, and smiled at them, "stunning. Breathtaking, even."

Double figured if they were a robot of some type, they'd be overheating or short circuiting right now. Beautiful? An odd choice of words to describe them. Most people saw them and called them terrifying, demonic, frightening, appalling.

"Are you alright?" A pout crossed Fabian's face, one that Double had grown fond of. "Are you sick or upset?" Fabian trailed off. "Can you even get sick?"

Double was almost angry. How dare he? How dare he not be scared of them? Double could kill him. Double was evil, a monster, one who should not be cared for. Double was not supposed to think or want. Double was not made to be loved or found beautiful, Double was made to serve.

Double . . .

A nicer, gentler part of them, said it was nice. Maybe after years and years and years of servitude and being unable to do anything for themself, it was nice to have someone that adored them. Someone who valued them beyond what they could do.

"I cannot get sick." Double responded. "And I am not upset."

Fabian didn't seem satisfied with that answer.

The concern on his face made Double swell with emotion. Deciding to elaborate, for the both of their sakes, Double spoke, "I am simply pondering something. Nothing you need to worry yourself over."

"Are you sure?" He was pushy, but not suffocatingly so. "You know I'm here if you ever need to tell me anything, Double."

"Yes, I am aware." something akin to a smile graced their features. "But I promise you I am alright."

Fabian grinned at them, and they wanted to kiss him. That was how humans displayed affection, right?

Double leaned forward and pressed their lips in a chaste kiss to Fabian's forehead. To Double, the action was odd and foreign. They must've done something wrong, because Fabian giggled.

"Did I do something wrong?" Double frowned. Fabian shook his head, returning the kiss to Double's cheek.

"Not at all, love."

Double leaned into the kiss silently, contentment bubbling under the surface of their skin and lips.

They could get used to this.

[rootspiral]

WANDAVISION DEEP DIVE part 1

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

After managing to keep away from social media for almost two months, here comes Agatha All Along sucking me back in 🙃 I want to rewatch the whole thing and see how many details I can catch, but I guess I might as well go through Agatha's scenes in Wandavision first. and you guys are coming with me!! we can all hyperfixate together (spoilers from both WV and AAA below. this is going to be just a stream of consciousness as I go through scenes, don't expect anything elaborate)

SO.

Agatha arrives in Westview attracted by Wanda's Hex. She might already suspect she's dealing with the Scarlet Witch because lbr, who has that sort of power? She takes a calculated risk to come investigate (detective Agnes of Westview on the case!) It's funny that her calculated risks are always way more emotional than she'd admit, because who in their right mind comes after the SW? But all that power is too alluring, so Agatha takes possession of Ralph's house, ruins the market value adding a creepy basement and brainwashes him into being her husband/minion/pet.

And now it's time to do what she does best, con artist is gonna con! I adore that Agatha became one of the most infamous witches in history thanks mostly to her improv skills.

She's a magical gal is a small time locale!! he's a husband who's part machiiiiiine (great now it'll get stuck in my head again)

worth nothing that both witches and androids have historically and culturally been used as queer allegories, and here's a very sapphic witch pretending to be a straight 1950s housewife and another witch who's got an elaborate fantasy going on where her husband is able to pass and all their problems are sitcom-level fixable.

How to solve the Hex mystery according to Agatha Harkness:

step #1, casually fish for personal info

step #2, flirt with your suspect (obviously)

she literally asks if Wanda's single ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

AGATHA

she's lying it on soooo thick

she dropped that pot so deliberately LMAOO stinky chaotic goblin

knowing she' s being an asshole on purpose makes this scene 100 times funnier tbh

(also a moment of silence for Sharon's irreparable trauma. her last words will be "Wanda, I'm begging you, let him breathe, please")

episode 2: Agatha keeps being a menace

And knowing now that she's always playing a part and her real personality is much more emo makes it easier to spot when she slips out of character

"was that too much? might rein it down a lil bit" (btw I'm still suspicious of Dennis the mailman and totally expect a big reveal in Westview season 3)

I'm betting that this was Agatha rather than Agnes too. she's so miserable lol. she hates playing this part so much. and that wig is hideous

not Agatha casually planting the idea of children in Wanda's head. She probably was the one making people chant "for the children" too. literally manipulating Wanda into showing her if she can create life, calculated risk my ass, she's out here playing with fire

(does that mean that Agatha is a liiiiiiitle bit Billy's and Tommy's parent too?? she planTED the sEED. hear me OUT.)

you know she was dead inside at having to sit through the whole talent show. she probably took it out on the contestants and made them trip onstage or something

Episode 3 of pappappa pappappa wandavision!

Agatha helping Wanda to pick baby clothes, I'm going to sob. (look at this technicolor filter! modern shows CAN color their shit! it's just that they'd rather make everything look like muddy ass instead)

not much from Agatha this episode except scheming to get Monica kicked out of the Hex, seeing as she's the biggest obstacle between herself and Wanda ('s powers). Also you know she was stalking the house to keep track of when the babies were born. Also also, the painted scenery! Like mother like son, it's such a big hint about the nature of the Road.

look at this piece of shit, I love her so much. And she does tend to wink when she's just told a truly egregious lie, doesn't she? it's like her little signature.

Agatha in episode 5 coming in like: LEMME SEE THOSE BABIESSSSSSS

kathryn hahn with 80s curls is doing something to me, let me tell you

so manipulative, in so many ways. and knowing what we know now about Agatha and children, imagine the turmoil inside of her!! triumph at having confirmation of Wanda's life-giving powers. nervousness about the mess she's putting herself in. exasperation at having to keep up the charade. and, most importantly, getting to HOLD A BABY BOY AFTER ALL THIS TIME (amazing, terrifying, traumatic, wonderful)

what is she doiiiing. this bitch, I swear.

OH MY GAWD I FORGOT WANDA SAID THIS. "so she keeps coming at me like a cat in heat, that's not her fault Vision, she has a Medical Condition"

"kids. can't control them. no matter how hard you try"??????? the suddenly wistful voice?????????????????????? why don't I fling myself off a cliff?????????????????? was this woman actually honestly dying inside while still having to play pretend, I can't, I cannot. And how much of Agatha's backstory was decided at this point, was Kathryn given a general idea?

Agatha and Billy, partners in crime already! Seriously, Jac Schaeffer must have had an idea of where this was going. And it's obvious in retrospect that Agatha would be drawn to Billy the most, he's a witch unlike Tommy and he's such a polite, sweet little fellow, he probably reminded her of Nicky so much?? Here's this scary dangerous witch who on one side is planning to murder everyone in the room, and on the other is fighting back the urge to go full mama bear on this kid and protect and cherish him forever. This is not what she signed up for when she decided to stalk Wanda!

She is so horrible. She is despicable. I'm allowed to say it because I love her so much! I can't remember, was it revealed that she turned a fly into a dog or something? Or did she kidnap a dog dog from a shelter / someone's garden and then stone cold killed him? No, wait, she made Ralph kill him. Do your own killing of cute innocent little creatures, you coward! Love that vest tho.

"Fix the dead!" "You can do that?" And of course she's pretending here but you know that's EXACTLY what this whole sordid Sparky affair was about, she's testing and prodding at Wanda's powers, trying to figure out her limits. There's an eagerness here that she doesn't need to fake. Who knows, maybe she was actually squeamish about killing the dog (she does have a cuddly bunny and woves him vewy much), hence why Ralph had to do it. But more importantly even if she didn't like killing a pet, even if she wasn't happy about traumatizing these kids - that's exactly what she's doing here, she's willingly hurting two children - she went and did it anyway, because her thirst for Wanda's powers is too big. She kills witches out of anger, out of fear and self-preservation. She is ultimately a selfish person, and that is what makes her a villain. It's not that she doesn't have feelings. She has plenty of feelings, she has a conscience, and she chooses to do the bad thing anyway.

"And we can't reverse death. No matter how sad it makes us. Okay? Some things are forever." These two shows above all else are about grief. You can peel this scene and find more and more layers, it was about the kids losing Sparky at first but also about Wanda losing Pietro, Wanda losing Vision, Wanda losing the kids. And it's also, DEFINITELY about Agatha losing Nicky. I need a drink.

Agatha discreetly wiping a tear in the background nbd

And I can only upload 30 pictures per post so there's going to be a part two. I was NOT planning to write so much, help. What are you doing to me AGATHA

go to part 2