#Agatha Harkness x y/n

[rezwrites]

Agatha Harkness pulling you by the collar, cooing,“Good pet.”

I’d die

[witchesverse]

my happiness is all of your misery

pairing: dark!agathario x fem!reader

summary: you hadn't seen your kidnappers in centuries, but of course, you just had to be summoned right to them.

content: noncon, mentions of physical/mental/sexual abuse, mentions of suicide, manipulation, mentions of death, pain (slapping), spitting, praise, HEAVY TOPICS, crying, fingering (r receiving), blood licking, kidnapping, orgasm control/ruining, cum eating.

a/n: just pretend the others don't exist on the witches road pls. only agatha and rio here.

masterlist

"Oh, I mean. No complaints from me."

Your skin crawled at the sound of a voice you hadn't heard in centuries. Agatha Harkness.

You felt like you would be sick at the sound of the second voice.

"Interesting."

Rio Vidal.

Without a second thought, you were on your feet and sprinting away from them. You dodged through trees and bushes, cursing when you heard footsteps following.

It had been centuries since you last saw the pair, and you wanted to get far away from them.

When you first met them, you were dead. Death had come to reap your soul but she didn't. She resurrected you and kept you as her pet. You met Agatha a few weeks after that.

They were awful and cruel owners. Your body never healed, even after you escaped. You hated thinking about what they did to you. But you hated even more that you loved them for it.

Rio slammed into you and sent you flying to the ground. She buried her hand in your hair and sat on your stomach, pinning your arms down with her legs.

"You can't run from us, idiot." She laughed her wicked laugh. "We're on the Witches' Road."

Agatha appeared by her side.

"Let me die, please." You begged.

"I'd never let you die," Rio whispered.

You sniffled. She had never let you die. Multiple times you had killed yourself to end their torture but she brought you back each time. Your death doesn't exist when Death does.

Her lips connected with yours and you hated how perfectly they morphed together. Her hand drifted down to your pants and you made a noise of discomfort.

She hushed you and tugged your pants down enough to reveal your panties to her. She ignored cries as she pushed them to the side and collected your slick on two fingers.

"All we've done is kiss and you're already wet. Looks like someone missed me." Rio grinned.

"I hate you."

Rio and Agatha rolled their eyes in sync. Their synchronisation was something you always loved about them.

Agatha crouched next to you. She lovingly caressed your cheek with a small smile. Then the smile was replaced by an angered frown and she slapped you.

"We gave you everything and you left us for two centuries. You're such an ungrateful little bitch." She snarled.

You flinched. The pain from her slap was somewhat comforting.

"I hate you. I hate you both." You fought against Rio's hold. "I wish you both would die. You don't deserve to live."

"That's ironic telling Death that you wish she was dead," Rio said.

Agatha grabbed your jaw and squeezed until it dropped open. You cringed as her spit hit your tongue, but held it obediently until she told you to swallow.

"Good girl. It looks like you haven't forgotten your training after all this time."

You wanted to roll your eyes and snap back the question about how you could forget their training. It was still so drilled into your mind that you caught yourself still acting how they trained you to act even when they weren't there.

Tears prickled in your eyes as Rio pushed a single finger inside of you and pumped a slow, steady pace. You kept eye contact with Agatha, afraid she would get angry if you looked away.

"You should know that crying doesn't get you anywhere," Agatha said, wiping your tears away with her thumb.

"I can't control it," You meekly replied.

They laughed.

Rio added two more fingers, stretching you out perfectly. Your walls clenched around her fingers and you whimpered from the pain. Her thumb pressed against your clit and you squirmed in her hold.

Agatha pulled Rio into a heated kiss. There was a small fight for dominance that Agatha won. When they pulled apart, you saw that Rio's lip was bleeding. Agatha cupped her jaw and licked the blood away.

Your whimper pulled their attention to you.

"Feeling left out, huh?" Rio asked.

Her thumb rubbed circles on your clit and she pumped her fingers faster. She curled her fingers upwards and pressed against your g-spot.

The familiar feeling started to build in your stomach.

You bit your tongue. You weren't going to beg, not this time.

"Don't get fucking bratty." Rio snapped. "Beg for it."

You ignored Rio.

"Come on, sweetheart." Agatha cooed.

You ignored Agatha, too.

Rio ripped her fingers from you and slapped your cunt, making you cry out. She stood and licked her fingers clean, disappointment painted on her face.

Your ruined orgasm made you want to cry.

"Get up." She said in a monotone voice. "We have a road to walk."

You pulled your pants up and cringed at the uncomfortable wet feeling as you scrambled to your feet.

"And don't you dare think you're going to escape." Agatha shoved you towards Rio, who was walking ahead. Agatha walked behind you, keeping you caged between them.

You stifled a sob.

You would never be free from them. They owned you and you couldn't do anything about it.

All you can do is accept it.

[frost-queen]

Witches road (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex–awesome–22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @erikasurfer @slythetic

Summary: Agatha seeks a coven to walk the witches path. Yet there is one name on the list, she had not thought about for a very long time. With no other faith, she follows a familiar to the darkest hour. [Witches road series]

Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair

A bell chimed.

Once, echoing hauntingly through her mind. Making her slowly turn back. Her gaze going up to the fence, seeing a black cat sit. It’s tail swishing from side to side. Agatha’s eyes widened, recognizing the cat so fondly. The cat meowed loud, making her jump out of her skin, hand pressed against her chest.

The cat’s green almond eyes piercing through her. It made her swallow deep as if being read by the cat. Agatha. She felt the world closing in on her as the cat kept staring back. Agatha. The cat’s head slightly bend forwards as it purred. Agatha.

Agatha. A hand grabbed for her shoulder, making her startle. Spinning round she came face to face with the teen. – “Are you alright Agatha?” – he asked furrowing his brows a bit. Agatha settled the fear in her expression, washing it away with a subtle change.

“Get a move on.” – she said giving the teen a shove. He stumbled forwards, looking confused back at her. Agatha gave him another shove when he wasn’t hurrying enough to her liking. The teen followed her to the divination shop. – “Let me do the talking.” – Agatha proposed slapping her hand against his chest.

The teen rubbed his chest mindlessly when Agatha adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. Entering the shop with a smile too grand. Putting on a thick accent, she proposed for a reading. Coming only with one purpose.

To find a coven to walk the witches road. To be rewarded at the end with her powers. Her powers that were taken from her when the darkhold was destroyed. Powers she desperately wanted back. Being vulnerable at the moment as the seven were coming.

The wind stilled as Agatha quirked an eyebrow up to Lilia. Confused looked Lilia down at the paper in her hand she had written vigorously on. – “This should be enough.” – she said giving the paper to Agatha to be rid of it. – “Now leave before I start charging you again.” – Lilia finished with a sway of her hand. Agatha curled up a smile. – “Well your name is on the list.” – she said turning the paper to her.

Lilia sighed loud as the teen approached her, handing her the address of Agatha. Agatha looked back down at the list, her gaze stopping at a certain name. A cat meowing chimed around her, startling her once more. Now there was no ignoring it. Something she had hoped to avoid for a very long time. Yet the chiming of a bell alerted her this was the path she needed to follow. A path that would lead her to someone she had long forgotten in the past. You.

“Who is next on the list?” – the teen asked once stepped outside. Agatha folded the paper in her hand. – “Shut it Toto.” – snapping her finger, she pointed at the car. The teen obeyed and got back in the car. Agatha tried to avoid the name on the list for as long as possible. Focusing on persuading the others to form a coven. A coven she needed for the witches road.

The teen and Agatha returned from the last one as she heard another cat meow. Making her turn her head to distinguish where the sound came from. To her surprise no black cat in sight. With furrowed brows, she walked to the car. Perhaps she had imagined it. Perhaps she had been fooling her head too much with it. Agatha and the teen got in the car. The car got in motion as the teen had to press the brakes hard. Making Agatha nearly fling forwards.

In the way stood a black cat. Staring hauntingly at Agatha. – “Agatha?” – the teen questioned when Agatha heard another chime of a bell. Numbly, she opened the door, getting up. The black cat meowed soft for her attention. – “Agatha?” – the teen repeated not sure what was happening. The cat meowed louder. Agatha didn’t move as the cat came running over to her.

Frightened Agatha stumbled back. – “Agatha? What’s going on?” – The teen could clearly see the fear on her face. Agatha was breathing loudly as the cat came jumping on the hood of the car. Meowing loud before turning his head in a direction. The cat jumped back down, strutting further up the road. Waiting in the middle for them.

“It want’s us to follow him.” – the teen said with a curious smile. Agatha shook her head inn protest. – “This familiar can’t lead us anywhere. Only to death and ruin.” – Agatha responded. Agatha got spooked hearing another hauntingly chime. The cat waiting patiently.

“I’m going to follow it.” – the teen said getting in motion. – “Toto!” – Agatha shout-whispered to keep him on his leash. The teen wasn’t listening making Agatha go after him. Down, down, down the road. Down the wide and wicked road. Leaves rustled with the wind around her. Blindly she followed the black cat, down, down, down the road.

The cat strayed from the path, leading to a woodsy part. Ground covered by brown crumbled leaves. Crunching beneath their feet. The teen looked happily back to Agatha. Agatha wary of what would await her at the end of the road. Another bell chimed as she could see appear between the trees a chapel. Agatha’s heart began thumping loudly as she entered the darkest hour. Following thy familiar down, down, down the road.

The black cat came to a halt underneath an archway. Agatha looked with wide eyes up to the archway. Cemetery. It read. – “Agatha?” – the teen said out loud, waiting for her guidance. The cat meowed once more, drawing her attention down. – “It can’t be…” – Agatha whispered. Knowing only blood, tears and bones awaited her. Down, down, down the road.

The cat got in motion once more as Agatha moved past the teen to enter the cemetery. Nothing but death and ruin breathing. With each step she felt her heart heavy down. Following thy familiar down the road. Her gaze fully fixated on the cat. Not straying from the path. The cat went down the path, disappearing as it made Agatha stop.

Gasping loud at the headstone. Reading thy name on it. The black cat appeared once more, having jumped on top of the headstone. Laying down, his tail swaying down over your name. The teen came joining Agatha, pantingly.

Agatha pulled out the crumbled piece of paper, unfolding it. There she read it once more. Your name. Salem was the last time she had seen you. Haven no idea you were dead. The bell chimed as it made Agatha look shockingly up. Seeing the bell move slowly, waiting for the next chime. Two more chimes rang, deafening the century. Earthly and divine. The cat looked down at the ground.

A second later, broke a hand free. Grabbing for Agatha’s ankle. The sudden grip made her look down with a scream. Lifting her foot up, the hand got pulled out more, revealing more of an arm. The grip faltered around her ankle as she stumbled back. The teen preventing her from tripping. Her eyes widened when another hand shot out from the ground. 

Feeling the wind around her set off. Swirling around her. The pair of hands were crawling for a way out. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Carried along the wind. The earth tangling as an opening was made. A head popped out with a loud gasp. Hair caught with sand and leaves.

Agatha sunk to her knees watching you crawl out of the grave. A hand against her heart, with a heaviness in her eyes. The cat jumped down from the headstone coming to sit before you as you pulled out your legs. Reaching your mudded hand out, you petted your familiar. Then you slowly rose. Naked to the flesh. Risen from the grave. – “Y/n.” – Agatha whispered out. Tilting your head up, you greeted her with a trickery expression.

The bell chimed once more as it made Agatha grasp for her heart. – “I heard you seek the witches road.” – you said. Agatha slowly rose, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. Wanting to be certain you were here. You let your cheek brush against her palm with your eyes closed. Enjoying her touch.

“I’m sorry Agatha, but who is she?” – the teen questioned with a confused look. Agatha gazed upon you fully, smirking a bit. – “Y/n.” – Agatha responded holding her palms against your cheeks once more. In her eyes, you saw a question waiting to be answered. – “I hold death's hand in mine. Primal night, giveth sight. Familiar by thy side” – you told her. Agatha smiled.

She quickly undid herself off her jacket, giving it to you. You pulled her jacket closer to you, to give yourself warmth. Your eyes fell upon the locket dangling around her neck. It made you reach out to touch it. Letting your finger brush over the roughness of it. – “You’ve kept it.” – you spoke with a soft smile. She took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“It is dangerous to seek out the witches road.” – you told her, lowering your hand. – “That is why I need you.” – she replied. It made you quirk your eyebrow up, looking briefly down at your familiar. – “My familiar says you have been avoiding him. Were you afraid to see me Agatha?” – you questioned.

Agatha chuckled nervously. – “Well…” – she started, gasping loud as you had grabbed her by the throat. Squeezing your fingers in her skin. – “Bound by earth and buried by thy coven from your mistakes.” – you reminded her, squeezing her airpipe shut. Agatha was grasping for air.

“Y/n let her go!” – the teen begged. With one last squeeze, you let go. She dropped to the ground, grasping for air. Agatha looked up to you, holding her neck. You walked past her, humming loudly. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. You sang hauntingly with a smile, leaving the cemetery behind you.

-------------------------------------

Read more of my fics on my Masterlists!

[stayevildarling]

May I please request Agatha x reader where reader was kicked out of her family for being a witch. She ended up on the streets, and Agatha finds her cold and alone. She takes reader in originally to steal her powers under the guides of training her, only for Agatha to actually fall for her?

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Dangerous together

A/N: Honestly, I was considering to make multiple parts of this, angst, smut, hurt and comfort. But I settled for a slightly longer fic. I hope this does your request justice 🫶🏻

tw/tags: mention of toxic family members, mention of abandonment, mention of power play, slight nfsw mentions (no smut), hurt, angst, comfort/fluff

word count: 5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples

The night is freezing, the wind feeling like a thousand icy knives as you try and wrap your thin coat closer. The city had become so cruel to you that you ended up walking aimlessly for hours, passing some landscape and woods before making it to the next town, so lost in your thoughts you miss the sign that reads Westview.

„Dirty witch“ the voices of your so called family linger on your mind as they had kicked you out earlier in the day, the arguments growing more intense. „You are a disgrace to this family“ they said, disgust evident in their voices. All you manage to do is shiver in the dark alleyways, the words echoing in your mind and growing louder in the cold silence.

You had always been somewhat of an outcast, your emotions often bubbling over and causing strange things to happen around you. None of your friends and family noticed during your childhood or teenage years, your powers only seeming to increase and become obvious a few years back. Suddenly candles turned into big flames around you, lights began flickering and furniture would begin moving whenever you would be angry, upset or hurt. You knew they would eventually kick you out, the people never feeling like family either way and only homing you. And now you are on your own, the only belongings the very clothes on your body.

It doesn't take long until you feel a presence behind you, your magic alerting you and causing the thoughts and flashbacks to stop for a moment. You can feel a shiver down your spine, someone watching, observing you. As you turn around you notice the frame of a woman stepping into the dim light of the streetlamp, her eyes gleaming in the dark. She‘s wearing some dark clothing, a confident smirk on her lips, causing you to feel a little uneasy.

„Now, what‘s a poor little thing like you doing out here all alone?'' she asks, her voice smooth, laced with a dark amusement. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, forcing yourself to stand a little taller. „None of your business“ you mumble, though the shiver in your voice due to the cold and exhaustion betrays you. She raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. „Oh but I think it is“ she replies, taking a few graceful steps closer to ypu. Her eyes never leave yours, and for a moment you feel caught, unable to look away.

„A witch should know better than to be wandering around like this. Especially.. when she could be… useful“ your eyebrows furrow, confused as to how she knows you are a witch. „How do you.. know?“ you ask quietly before she chuckles lowly. „Oh sweetie, I can spot a fellow witch when I see one“ she explains and you suddenly feel a little more at ease, realizing you two are both witches. A flicker of interest sparks in her gaze and something about the way she looks at you, almost predatory, if you could think clearly, makes your pulse quicken.

You take a shaky breath, the chill settling deep in your bones as she continues warching you with her piercing gaze. Despite every warning bell going off in your mind, a flicker of something sparks inside you, remembering her words. „Useful how?“ you question. She tilts her head, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, as though she is savoring your curiosity. „Come with me. I‘ll teach you how to control that power of yours. Something tells me“ she leans closer, her voice lowering „It‘s the reason you‘re in this mess, isn‘t it?“

You shift, the weight of her words sinking in, she was right of course. It was your power, clumsy and chaotic and dangerous, that made everyone you cared about turn their backs on you. They saw you as a threat, something to fear and discard. And the realisation causes your heart to ache in that way it had all day, some tears pricking at your eyes. But here is this woman, offering you guidance and help, a chance to be something more.

„Why would you help me?“ you ask, your voice wavering. She seems so sure of herself, so far from the helplessness you feel in this moment. „What‘s in it for you?“ you question. She chuckles softly, the sound of her voice brushing over your skin. „Let‘s just say I have a knack for.. finding potential in the most unexpected of places“. She offers her hand to you, her gaze softening just a little. „My name is Agatha, what do you say?“

You look at her hand, then back at her face, searching for any hint of a lie. And maybe it‘s foolish, reckless even but something in her eyes feels safe. Slowly, you reach out, feeling her warm fingers close around your own. The insant her skin touches yours, a shiver runs through you, the hum of power in the air between you both. „Oh dear, you are freezing, come on“ she invites and you follow the strange woman blindly, not caring about the consequences of your recklessness, yet.

Agatha‘s grip around your hand is firm, guiding you with an ease that almost seems natural, as if she had been waiting for this moment. She leads you through the quiet town, some alleys, past closed storefronts until she reaches her home. With a quick flick of her wrist, the door creaks open, revealing her dimly lit home, a cozy living room filled with the faint scent of herbs and wax.

„Make yourself at home“ she says, stepping into a room and pointing at the large sofa. The room feels alive somehow, brimming with a strange energy that you had never felt before. „Help yourself to one of the blankets, I‘m gonna make you some tea“ she offers and you reluctantly take a seat, wrapping your legs around a blanket and instantly feeling warmer. „Here you go sweetie“ she offers a few minutes later and you take the warm mug into your hands, instantly wrapping your hands around it and soaking in the warmth.

You watch as she takes a seat beside you, sipping on a cup of tea, her eyes occasionally darting to you. With a slight smirk she looks at the fireplace, then you, before clicking her fingers, a fire igniting and leaving you gasping from surprise. „Better?“ she asks and you nod shily, feeling the weight of her eyes on you and the feeling of safety this stranger is giving you. „Wanna tell me what happened?“ she asks and your eyes travel to the floor, the woman noticing your discomfort before she pats her legs and gets up. „Sorry, I assume you are tired. Let me show you to the spare room“ she offers.

The stranger leads you through her home, up the stairs and to a guest room, it feels warm and comfortable and she disappears for a moment, leaving you standing there before she comes back, bringing you some clothes and towels. „There is a bathroom through that door“ she points out as she passes you the pile of clothing and towels „And you are welcome to help yourself to anything from the kitchen“. You nod weakly, the exhaustion heavy on your mind before she leaves you be, turning her head once more before whispering „And my room is down the hall if you need anything else“.

With that, she leaves you standing in the middle of the room, both startled by her words and what had happened tonight, never expecting anyone to take you in, let alone another witch. Nevertheless, you are quick to change and shower yourself, finding the necessary things in the ensuite bathroom before collapsing onto the bed, the events from today and the whirlwind of your emotions swirling in your mind for a little longer before exhaustion takes over, sleep consuming you much quicker than you expected.

The following morning, the soft sound of cutlery wakes you as well as a heavenly smell, forcing your tired bones out of bed and following the scent, pulling the clothes a little closer to your body. You find the witch who had taken you in standing in the kitchen, placing food on the small table and smirking upon seeing you, liking the thought of seeing you in her clothes. „Good morning, slept well?“ she asks and you nod a little shily before taking a seat. „Eat up, you must be starving and we have a lot to do today“ she encourages and you dive right in, your stomach rumbling at the sight of the food in front of you. She eventually leads you into her basement and it takes your breath away, countless potions, magic objects and books, the whole place causing your magic to run through your veins.

„So what happened to you?“ the brunette asks as she prepares some things to get a better understanding of your magic. You swallow, the weight of the past few weeks heavy on your mind. „My family.. they made me feel like a freak- I didn‘t think there were other‘s- they made me feel like I was..“

„Dangerous?“ she finishes for you, her tone suddenly soft, almost sympathetic. She steps closer, her gaze searching yours. „Well, maybe you are. But that doesn‘t mean you can‘t control it“. Her fingers brush your shoulder, sending an unfamiliar warmth through you. And something about the way she looks at you, her expression hovering between care and calculation makes your pulse quicken. „Why .. would you go out of your way for me?“ you ask, the words barely a whisper.

She shrugs in response, her smile softening. „Call it.. curiosity“ her fingers continue to trail down your arm, lingering just a little too long. „And maybe a bit of interest. You got something special, something raw“. She leans in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. „Now, are you ready to start?“. You nod, unable to tear your gaze from hers, feeling the electric pull between you both. Agatha‘s smile widens as she leads you to a small table cluttered with candles and crystals that seem to hum under your fingertips. She watches you carefully, her eyes never leaving your own.

„Alright“ she begins, her tone suddenly instructive and guiding. „Let‘s see what you can do“. She holds her hand above a candle, the small flame flickering. „Focus on the flame, try to make it move“. You stare at the candle, the tiny flame barely casting warmth and take a deep breath. Your features filled with concentration, thinking back to all the things your family had ever said to you. As you raise your hand the flame trembles, growing larger and almost errupting into a fire, responding to your emotions and the fire of emotions inside you.

Agatha‘s eyes light up, a shocked but satisfied smirk on her lips. „Good“ she murmurs, her voice low. „You‘re much stronger than you realize dear.“ Her hand rests on your shoulder as she makes the flame smaller again, noticing how uncomfortable you are. „That was.. good?“ you ask, your voices filled with doubt and insecurities. „Yes.. sure we need to do a little training on controlling your powers but imagine what w- you can do“ she encourages, easing the doubts in your mind a little.

Over the next few days, Agatha pushes you further, her training intense. She would have you summoning sparks from your fingertips, control the wind with a single breath and even draw shadows to cloak your form. Each time you succeeded, her praise is subtle but, a small smile, a quick nod or a touch that lingers a little longer than necessary. At night, you would collapse onto your bed in the room she had set up for you, exhausted but relieved, your mind filled with excitement how much you had larned. Each evening your minds would think about each orher, Agatha slowly replacing the painful memories of your past with happy ones, secure ones. And the woman found herself caught in the whirlwind of her own game.

She didn‘t have the best of intentions, feeling your energy through the entirity of Westbrooke and upon seeing you knowing you are an easy target. She wanted your powers, so raw and uncontrollable, knowing you would eventually thank her as you could return to your family, cured. But over the weeks she had grown rather fond of you, having you around in her home, someone she could practice magic with and she couldn‘t deny how you replaced any feeling of loneliness, how your proud shy smile after working on your magic and succeeding caused her heart to beat faster. But she couldn‘t, she needed your magic and to stay on her path.

But the weeks passed and the woman found herself falling deeper for you, giving you breaks from training, taking you outside more, showing you the town and her favorite places, taking you shopping to get your own clothing and books and supplies that you wanted. She was falling for you and she knew it, and despite trying to keep her walls up high and stay on her evil game she couldn‘t, not with your beautiful smile, not with your beautiful eyes locking with her own. She had fallen for you and if she read the signs right, so had you, captivated by the woman from the first moment you ever saw her in the darkness of the night.

One night, after an especially tense session, you sink into the armchair by the fire, feeling the warmth soothe your aching muscles. Agatha sits beside you, staring into the glass of wine in her hands. Her gaze pierces through you, trying to fight her feelings but knowing it‘s hopeless. „Agatha?“ you whisper, barely audible and she instantly tears her gaze from you „Yes?“ she asks, the two of you much more familiar by now. „Why do you still keep me around?“ you ask „I made progress now, just like you said earlier, don‘t you want your life back?“ you ask, your voice filled with insecurity. And the woman wants to chuckle, wants to tell you that she didn‘t have much of a life before you stumbled into hers. How you made her nicer, made her happier. „I like having you around, I care about you“ she admits, her mouth reacting way quicker than her brain or heart could.

„I care about you too“ you admit, your eyes locking with her own and you see something in her eyes then that you had never seen before. „Maybe I care more than I should“ she admits, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion. But her words are enough, enough to confirm what you had asumed, enough to feel relief as you had been feeling the same way all along. In a brave attempt, your body shifts closer to the woman, glancing at her briefly before your faces are inches apart. And then she takes the initiative, her lips meeting yours, igniting a fire within her that she had never felt before. A possessiveness takes over as she grabs you by the collar, her lips never leaving yours, fireworks spreading through the both of you, your hearts beating in synch and your magic uniting.

That night, Agatha made you hers, instead of returning to the lonely beds of each other, returning to hers. She claimed you, marked your body as hers, making you feel things that neither of you had felt before. All the longing from the past few weeks replaced by a feeling of closeness. That night she held you, her thoughts trailing to her intentions from the beginning upon finding you and relieved she never ended up taking your magic, assuming you may be useful first, even thinking she could use you as her pet but you had captivated the woman, making her heart beat for you and it brought out a strange feeling in her chest, love. And so she held you close to her body, watching your chest rising and falling ever so slowly.

„Good Morning sleepyhead“ she greets you the next morning, the light drawing in through the curtains and causing you to squint your eyes a little. „Morning Aggie“ you mumbled sleepily before your eyes closed again, still exhausted from the night before. And right there and then she knew she loved you and that she wasn‘t going to let you go again ever.

The two of you found your own rhythm, still working on your magic but exploring life together over the next few weeks, you never returning back into the old room, staying with Agatha from now on. One night after some more sessions, your magic so much stronger now, she glances at you with pride in her eyes. „You‘ve come a long way“ she murmurs, her voice soft as she presses a kiss to your lips. You smile into the kiss, a warmth spreading through your body at her words. „Thanks to you“ you reply, holding her gaze „I owe you everything“ you murmur before resting your head on her shoulder.

You missed her expression shifting, guilt spreading through her at your words, feeling the weight of her intentions and the temptation of telling you the truth, not wanting to lie to you, you showing her an entirely different side of herself she had never felt before. She was dark before, only ever keeping her own intentions at bay but you turned her soft and she was beginning to like this side of her. She remained silent, not wanting to risk the intimacy of your connection and so she opts to hold you close instead, shushing you to sleep before eventually taking you to her bed.

It takes another week for the truth to finally come to the surface, Agatha out doing some errands for you both, you not having any bad intentions and wanting to tidy her basement a little, the two of you having made quite a mess due to her teaching you, working on each other‘s magic together and the night before when the two of you got so overwhelmed by each other‘s desire that you couldn‘t make it to bed. You didn‘t think anything bad when you found a small book on the floor, wanting to place it neatly on the shelf when your magic tingled in your veins again. Not thinking much, you opened the book, innocently enough assuming this was simply some spell your magic felt drawn to.

It didn‘t take long before you realized it was some sort of diary, the womans handwriting filling the pages. At first there wasn‘t anything unusual until you stumbled onto the pages about you „She‘s perfect, her magic so strong, she can make my powers so much stronger“ and finding the spells she had intended to use to rob you of your magic. Your hands tremble as your eyes read over the words, tears filling your vision as you dont even read further, dropping the book clumsily as tears pour down your cheeks. You thought she was genuine, the things she had shared and showed you real but the reality of it all being a lie hits you so much harder than your family abandoning you, the pain you had been going through before getting here.

The first thing you do upon getting upstairs is run, you don‘t care about your things that you had collected over your time with Agatha, your own belongings that she had mostly gotten for you, you run. Through the streets of Westbrooke, into the forest, not caring about the consequences anymore. Your tear stained face is puffy by the time you collapse into a tree, your vision blurry from the crying, running and hyperventilating. This feels like a nightmare, wishing so badly you could wake up in Agatha‘s arms and this all not being real. But the reality of it all hits you hard, your entire body hurting, your heart shattering into a million pieces. You stay right there, the middle of the forest with the sun slowly beginning to set, nowhere to go.

When Agatha returns, cheerful as ever, she sets the shopping bags down, unknowing of what had unfolded so far. She is confused not finding you anywhere, having checked all the rooms when she sees light creeping in from the basement. „Darling, I have finally found those crystal“ she begins but stops when she notices your absence. Upon some inspecting, she finds the book on the floor, taking it into her hands before seeing the open page and closing her eyes. She knows what this means, knows you had found her secret, having forgotten about her diary with having you beside her.

The witch wastes no time in rushing upstairs, practically running to your shared bedroom and finding a piece of your clothing. She uses her magic, concentrating while closing her eyes and it doesn't take long or much for the brunette to find your whereabouts, quickly teleporting in your direction, leaving behind a cloud of purple. She finds herself deep in the forest, the air chilly and the darkness of the night blinding her a little. ,,Y/N'' she calls out, almost screaming as she feels a little hysterical, scared for your wellbeing. When she hears a nearby noise, she makes her way over, finally exposing your tired and beaten form, your head in your hands as you sob quietly to yourself, not even having registered the woman being near you. ,,Oh thank god'' she mutters but her heart breaks at the sight, knowing she caused this pain when she promised herself to keep your heart safe and never hurt you, ever.

,,Y/N'' she calls out again as she kneels in front of you, her hand moving to your shoulder but you instantly freeze, escape her grasp as you somehow make it on your feet, realising she had found you. ,,Leave me alone'' you choke on a sob, walking a few steps away from her, still blinded from the tears and your blurry vision but needing to get away from her. You couldn't trust her, not after what you had read, understanding by now how truly dangerous she was and just why some of the residents of this town had given the woman side eyes when walking past, despite her seemingly friendliness to others. Tonight you learnt her true intentions and maybe it wasn't as bad, wouldn't have hurt as much considering you had been foolish, accepting a strangers help and walking into her home but she had been your first, captured your heart and changed you forever.

,,Please'' she begs, her voice raw and vulnerable, a side you had never seen before and if you could look at her or think clearly, you would see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice, the genuine remorse. ,,Listen baby I know what you must feel right now but please let me explain'' she begs as you continue walking away but she follows you either way. ,,I never meant to hurt you I promise and if you read the book further you would have-'' but you cut her off. ,,Seen what? more of your twisted plans? you hurt me Aggie, you used me, wanted to take my powers'' you scream, your emotions getting the better of you as tears still run down your cheeks. ,,Please just give me chance'' she pleads, running a little ahead of you to stop you from walking away. ,,Look at me'' she whispers as her hands travel to your arms, stopping you from storming off. ,,Y/N look at me please'' she begs and you do despite ever fibre of your being wanting to run.

,,Give me a chance to explain please'' she begs again and when your eyes meet her own you see the genuine remorse, the urge to explain but something within you holds you back, knowing she had manipulated you from the beginning, knowing you couldn't trust her anymore after this. ,,No.. I can't'' you mumble as you pry your eyes and body away from her own, continuing to storm off despite having no idea where to go. Agatha sighs, following you either way as she doesn't want you to get lost or hurt. For minutes on end you walk and she follows before you turn to look at her ,,You don't need to follow me, we are done! you hear me?'' you scream, having enough of this by now, your past catching up with you. You turn around abruptly, missing the huge tree stump ahead of you, tripping over it but before your body can hit the ground, her hand grabs your arm, keeping you from falling. ,,Are you okay? are you hurt?'' she whispers.

But there is something about her touch, the intensity of the situation and your emotions putting your powers on high alert, suddenly seeing a vision, little flashbacks as if watching the past few months through Agatha's eyes. You watch her true intentions, seeing how they quickly changed when she got to know you, that those intentions had been forgotten long before you shared your first kiss, how she had felt guilty ever since, how she would never hurt you and yes she may be dark and dangerous but she would never do anything to you. And when that realisation hits your eyes widen, Agatha not understanding what just happened as only you saw the vision, felt your magics reunite and show you what you so desperately needed to see. ,,I saw it all'' you mumble, her eyebrows furrowing, still not understanding.

,,A vision of the past'' you whisper as your eyes meet her own. She can see the hurt in your eyes replaced by guilt, feeling bad for how this night blew up, now realising you should have given her a chance to explain. ,,May I take you home and explain?'' she offers as she holds out a hand to you, feeling relieved for what your powers had done. ,,Yes'' you mumble and she takes your hand, teleporting you both back home. The first thing she does is fetch you some water and blankets, feeling your shivering still from walking aimlessly for hours. Right now, she cares more about your wellbeing than explaining, wanting to make sure you are fine first. After making you some tea, she settles beside you crosslegged, her hands on your knees and her eyes locking with your own.

,,Darling.. it's true'' she begins ,,I did want to take your powers but then I liked having you around and then well... I.. I love you'' she blurts out, knowing this may be too soon after everything but she had never been more sure of anything before in her life. Your eyebrow raise in surprise, not having expected that confession from the woman you had equally fallen for. ,,Aggie.. I love you too'' you confess, your eyes locking and speaking a silent language. ,,And I'm sorry you found out like that, I should have told you but I..'' she begins but struggles as tears fill her vision ,,I was scared you would leave, be scared of me'' she confesses, a rare vulnerable side. ,,No one has ever been kind to me like you have and no one has ever .. loved me'' she admits, the woman never having shared her full past with you and there is something in her eyes telling you that your pasts may be more similar than you initially believed. Your hands wipe her tears, hating to see her sad, despite appreciating her honesty, needing to hear those words in this moment.

,,I promise I'm not scared of you Aggie'' you explain and she sighs in relief, some more tears swelling in her eyes. ,,But may I ask you something?'' you whisper and the woman nods before mouthing ,,Anything''. It takes you a few seconds before you whisper ,,Are you a dangerous witch Aggie?'' and if it wasn't for the seriousness of it all, she would have chuckled at that. ,,I am a witch yes, and I may have done some terrible things in my past and yes maybe I am a little dangerous'' she admits, realising there isn't any point in lying to you anymore, knowing her magic wasn't exactly light at times. You can see the fear in her eyes, and her hands instinctively hold onto yours closer, scared you would slip through her fingers again and leave her.

,,If that isn't what you want or if that scares you, I understand'' she confesses, realising right there that no matter how much she wanted you to stay, your wellbeing, consent and happiness mattered more to her than her own. There is silence as you weigh your options, thinking about her words and despite your brain sending you some alerts, your heart ends up winning, your feelings too strong for her, believing her every word tonight and your magic having confirmed her honesty. ,,I want to stay Aggie'' you confess and at that she almost sobs, pulling you into her arms as she plasters kisses all over your cheeks and face.

After pulling away, she mouths the words thank you and you smile, wrapping an arm around her before saying ,,Let's be dangerous together''. Agatha chuckles softly, her arms tightening around you as a smirk creeps onto her face. ,,Together darling'' she murmurs, her lips brushing yours, sealing the promise between you.

[aquaticmercy]

To be loved by Agatha

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader drabble in which she makes sure you can never die.

warning : possessive/obsessive love and violence (not towards you)

note : Hi I am an Agatha simp.

Requests are open!

○ buy me a ko-fi ○

Agatha loves either loves dearly, or not at all.

When she feels love, she feels it in absolutes. There is no middle ground, no room for tentative affection. And lucky for you, she absolutely adores you.

She would move heaven and earth for you. She would move mountains and swallow seas if it meant you would wake up next to her every morning. Nothing in this reality or another could stand in her way when it came to you. You were her absolute everything, and she would worship the very ground you walk on.

And for that, you should feel lucky. But you also know luck can be a dangerous thing.

She had killed for you, and she would do it again in a heartbeat. Those who dared hurt you were stabbed, burnt, or ripped to shreds without hesitation, mere dust beneath her feet. You never witnessed any of it, of course. Agatha made sure of that. She wanted to protect you—from the world, and from herself.

You should know you never had a choice in this. From the moment her eyes locked onto yours, your fate was sealed. There was no escaping her love affection, no room to breathe or run. Not that you wanted to. 

She made you immortal so you could spend eternity with her. The day she whispered ancient words over your sleeping body, binding your soul to hers, was the day you stopped being human, at least not entirely. You didn’t know it then, waking up the next morning with nothing but a faint headache and an unrecognisable feeling.

Over time, you felt it. Time no longer changed you as it once had. Days turned to weeks, to months, to years—yet you remained the same. Unmarked by the world as you had been marked by her.

At first, you were bewildered, even terrified. But as always, Agatha was there, soothing your fears. “We can be together forever,” she said with a smile that could have melted the toughest vibranium. “No one else deserves you. No one else could love you like I do.”

In reality, no one else ever had the chance.

In Agatha’s world, love is absolute.

And yet, despite fearing what living forever would do to your simple human mind, you wondered, would it really be so bad to spend eternity with her, to be adored forever?

The truth is, you will find out sooner or later. After all, she loves you too much to let you go.

-end

[springwitch26]

sweet daisy and the violet witch (agatha harkness x fem!reader)

tip jar / masterlist

summary: you are a baby witch in a tough situation. when a mysterious, brooding woman offers to teach you how to control your powers, you can't refuse. but what does she want with you? and... what do you want with her?

warnings: smut (18+), captivity and bondage but reader isn't exactly unwilling, mind-reading, sexy magic, humiliation, praise kink, dirty talk, enchanted strap, squirting, agatha is dark ofc, reader has a shitty sexist ex-boyfriend but he's only there to set up the story

notes: MY FIRST AGATHA FIC! this is set pre-westview and it is just pages upon pages of detailed, heretical, homosexual filth. it's been a long time coming, and i'm really proud of it. hope you guys enjoy 💜

tears streamed down your face as you stormed out of your now ex-boyfriend's house. the relationship had run its course, you knew that. but you never expected the breakup to be so ugly. he called you a "crazy bitch" and threatened to call the cops on you for destroying his living room.

and you didn't even do anything! at least, not on purpose.

the fight lasted an hour. you told him you wanted to break up, and he didn't take the rejection well. he started cursing you out, following you around the house as you frantically gathered your belongings.

now, you could handle the insults to your appearance and the comments about all the other women who supposedly wanted him. but when he started making sexual remarks—talking about how "frigid" you were and lamenting that he never fucked you hard enough to put you in your place—you lost it.

"shut up!" you cried, and the house shook with the impact. a wave of daisy yellow light burst from your chest and wreaked havoc on the living room. every lightbulb in every lamp shattered. the tv fell off the wall. books flew off their shelves and hurtled toward your ex's head. the carpet was singed. a few cracks appeared in the ceiling.

your ex ducked to avoid the flying books, then fell to his knees. he was uninjured despite the destruction, but his pride was wounded. you used his moment of weakness to grab your bag and rush out of the house, running down the street as fast as you could while he shouted obscenities.

you ran for a minute or so before a black car with tinted windows pulled up beside you. you froze in fear, but quickly relaxed when the driver rolled her window down. she was an older woman, and a beautiful one at that.

long, dark waves framed her face, and concern was written in her expression. her left arm extended out toward you, and you could see she was wearing a deep purple blazer.

"hey, hon. i heard some commotion from down the street and then saw you running. are you alright?" the woman's low voice was soothing, and you felt much safer already.

"i'm okay, thank you. i just broke up with my boyfriend and it didn't go over well," you admitted, your shaky voice betraying your anxiety about the whole situation.

"well, i can't let you walk all the way home, sweetheart. how about i give you a ride?"

you considered her offer. it was cold and rainy outside, and your apartment was a good distance away. this woman was a stranger, but she put you at ease for some reason. besides, much worse people than her could be out at this time of night.

"that would be great. thank you so much. i'm y/n," you said, stepping into the passenger seat.

"agatha harkness," the good samaritan replied, offering her hand to you. you took her hand and shook it, noting the delicate veins running up her long fingers. her thumb stroked the back of your palm for a few seconds, and the skin tingled when she stopped. "lovely to meet you, dear."

you told her your address and she put it in the gps, beginning the 15-minute drive to your place. agatha was pleasant and kind as she listened to your story, how your boyfriend had treated you and how you'd reacted—omitting the magical details, naturally.

when the car pulled up in front of your apartment, you thanked agatha and gave her a hug. she smelled like violets and old books, and you hesitated to pull away. when you did reach for the door handle, it didn't budge.

it all happened in a flash: purple smoke obscured every window, your hands and feet were bound by glowing purple ties, and agatha smiled. the smoke cleared, and you were not at your apartment. instead, the car was parked in front of a small black house with gothic accents.

"wha—how—" you stuttered.

"i'm glad you asked. it was a simple illusion spell. couldn't have you getting suspicious, could i?"

"s-spell?"

"yes, darling, a spell. i'm a witch. you are, too, but i'm sure you already knew that."

you looked down at your lap and shook your head.

"oh? that's a surprise. i mean, i knew you weren't the most sophisticated witch, but i figured you'd at least have a grasp on what you are."

your mind reeled at the revelation. although she had basically kidnapped you, you felt a strange pull to the woman in the driver's seat. your gut told you to trust what she was saying: you were a witch.

"tell you what, baby witch," she offered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "if you promise not to run, i'll untie you."

what choice did you have but to obey her? you didn't know how to control your powers, and sooner or later, they were going to get you in trouble. agatha knew more than you did, and she was teasing you with the irresistible chance to understand your magic.

"i won't run," you whispered. you felt agatha lift her magical binds.

"good girl."

---

agatha did what she always did. she promised to teach you how to master your powers, lulled you into a false sense of security. and at night, when you were sleeping soundly in her bed, she would try to take your power.

it only took her a couple of days to realize that she couldn't access your magic. she tried everything, but your bright yellow power was totally incompatible with her mystic purple—a fountain of light, untouchable by other witches.

oddly, agatha accepted this. unlike any of her previous conquests, you inspired a curious fondness in the older woman. you were smart and beautiful, powerful yet unassuming. and you were hers to teach, to touch, to protect and corrupt. with some training, you would be a formidable ally.

as for you? you were neither her victim nor her partner, but something in between. you abandoned your old life and happily crawled into bed with her each night—so she could keep an eye on you, she said.

"women like us will never be safe in this world, y/n," she would whisper into your hair. "that asshole saw what you can do, and he didn't like it. you're too precious for the stake, honey. i have to keep you close."

agatha hated your ex, but she could use him to channel your rage. as you worked through the emotional toll of the breakup, you worked on your telekinesis. as you processed the extent of his manipulation, you learned the basics of mind control.

one day, agatha wanted to see if you could hold your own against her. she was anxious to know if you could protect yourself with the strategies she'd taught you.

"you ready, superstar?" agatha asked, looking you up and down hungrily. you were wearing the outfit she had picked out specifically for this occasion: a black mesh halter top with a little yellow skirt, "ideal" for mobility. "don't worry, i'll go easy on you."

"i think so," you responded, trying to settle your nerves and anticipate her first move. but it was hard to focus when she stared at you with dark eyes, hair pulled back into a ponytail and arms crossed, emphasized by her tight purple t-shirt.

"don't get distracted, now," a sultry voice whispered from behind you. agatha had teleported, and you were too focused on her arms to notice. "that's rule number one."

you shuddered at the feeling of her hot breath in your ear, but kept your guard up. purple strings began to flow from her fingertips and wrap around you. you swiftly floated up and out of her hold, yellow sparks carrying you across the room.

you landed with a flourish and agatha raised her eyebrows, impressed. she didn't let you rest for more than a second, though, as a blow of her magic struck you right in the chest.

you stumbled back, but quickly retaliated. with a snap of your fingers, agatha was knocked off balance by a burst of yellow. she smirked and waved her palm. but this time, you remembered to block, crossing your arms and projecting a white shield in front of you.

"so you have been listening to me," she cooed, flying toward you and pushing you up against the wall with her magic. "you always seem so preoccupied when i'm teaching you, like your pretty little mind is off somewhere else. tell me, do i scare you?"

the answer was complicated. yes, agatha scared you, but not in an unpleasant way. it was a thrilling kind of fear that left you breathing hard and wanting more.

"no, ma'am," you decided, using her momentary surprise to push back against the magic pinning you to the wall. agatha withdrew.

"hmmm, 'ma'am.' i like the sound of that," she drawled as you awaited her next move. "you're doing well, baby witch, but you forgot one thing."

in a split second, you were lying flat on your back, purple threads binding your hands and feet to the carpet. before you could even attempt to react with magic, agatha was on you. she hovered above your restrained form and leaned in.

"rule number two: protect your mind," her voice above you was the last thing you heard before being plunged into darkness.

---

when you came to a few minutes later, agatha was still on top of you. she wore a coy smile as she watched the purple swirls disappear from your eyes.

"welcome back, sweet daisy," agatha husked. "after reading your mind, it seems like you're not as sweet and pure as i thought."

you struggled against her restraints, but they didn't budge. you were definitely losing the fight, but with the way she was looking at you (like she wanted to ravage you), you didn't much care.

"you wanna know what i saw, pretty girl?" she taunted, and you swallowed thickly but did not respond. "i saw myself on top of you just like this, pumping my fingers inside you while you screamed out for mercy."

well, your secret was out. but agatha didn't seem displeased; on the contrary, she was basking in your humiliation like a true sadist. you felt wetness gathering in your panties at the sight.

"i saw myself bending you over," she continued, using her powers to lift you off the ground and maneuver you so you were bent over the couch. "punishing you for forgetting your spells."

she swatted your ass once, hard, and you whined pathetically.

"i saw you kneeling between my legs," she said, once again manipulating your body into that position. "listening to my directions, being my good girl."

on your knees, you nuzzled agatha's leg in embarrassment, and she stroked your hair. you stayed like that for a minute before agatha lifted you into her lap, spreading your legs wide.

"and i saw you grinding in my lap, squirming and whimpering like a needy whore," she concluded, running her hands up and down your inner thighs as you straddled her. "what do you have to say for yourself, honey?"

you were at a loss for words, now incredibly turned on and burying your face in her neck. her fingers twitched and you were pushed out of your hiding place, her magic forcing you to face her.

"your mind is so dirty. how are you feeling? excited?" before you could respond, she slipped her hand between your legs. she lifted up your skirt and traced your slit over your panties, inhaling sharply when she found them soaked. "oh, you are. you just can't control yourself around me, can you? all hot and bothered. do you need me to take care of you?"

"yes, please," you begged, wiggling impatiently in her arms. tendrils of purple magic snaked around you, tickling your skin and preventing you from moving any more.

"much better," agatha hummed as she restrained you. she laughed seeing your helpless face. "don't pout. i'm going to touch you, make you feel so nice. but you need to sit still and take it like a good girl."

you nodded, and she rewarded you by vanishing your top. she took your breasts in her hands and kneaded them, working her way to your nipples. when she rolled them between her fingers, you yelped.

"shhh, i know, you're so sensitive," she cooed as she toyed with you. "you're in for a treat, babygirl. have you ever used your powers to play with yourself?"

she knew the answer. of course you hadn't. you didn't even know how. but she reveled in the way your face scrunched up in wanton embarrassment at the mention of touching yourself.

"allow me to demonstrate," she said, removing her hands from your nipples and whispering a latin word under her breath. you gasped when a purple buzz settled on your buds, replicating agatha's touch without physical contact. "feels good, hm?"

you merely whined and tried to grind against her, frustrated when you couldn't move an inch. she seemed to know what you needed, though, as your skirt then disappeared in a flash of violet.

"as much as i love that little skirt on you, honey, it's in the way of what i really want to see," agatha drawled, and you held your breath with the anticipation. with no warning, she gently lifted your hips up toward her, leaned down, and latched onto your clit through your panties.

"oh my god!" you moaned as she suckled through the fabric, putting delicious pressure on your bundle of nerves. then she sat up again and returned you to your position on her lap, once again whispering the incantation to continue stimulating your clit.

"i'm flattered, but there's no god here. just me," she smirked, watching you writhe in tortured pleasure. "alright, superstar, you with me? watch this."

she held two of her fingers up to your eye level, and your eyes grew wide as her fingertips lit up. with a predatory grin, she thrusted her fingers upwards, and you felt them inside you. you couldn't suppress your sinful moan.

"don't you see how powerful we are? i'm not even touching you, and you can feel me in your pretty little pussy," she mused, drunk on her power over you. "and if i do this," she curled her fingers just right, and you screamed as she stroked your special spot, "i can feel you squeezing me. like a tiny piece of heaven."

while her fingers continued thrusting and curling, her power pumping in and out of you, she used her other hand to explore every inch of your body. she touched you like you were the most precious work of art, a soft and delicate masterpiece in her arms. her touch and her magic were all over you, and you felt yourself getting close to the edge.

"won't be long now. you're so easy, sweetness," she sang proudly. her free thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles on it, direct touch compounding the pleasure from her magical suction. not even a minute later, your release swept over you. "there you go."

when you came, agatha lifted the restraints so she could watch your legs shake and your core convulse. she kept pumping her fingers until she heard you whimper helplessly, squirming away from her invisible touch. she then withdrew the magical stimulation and ran her palms up and down your sides to comfort you.

"how was that, sunshine?" she smiled as she checked in with you. you gave her a breathless kiss, pouring all of your passion and admiration for the older woman into her mouth. her eyes sparkled with adoration as she looked at you, fucked out and struggling to stay upright in her lap. she inched closer to whisper against your lips. "i want to fuck you."

you weren't entirely sure what she meant, but you knew from your recent mind-blowing orgasm that anything was possible through magic. you started to get antsy in her lap again. you stood up on shaky legs and started toward the bedroom.

"don't be silly, superstar," agatha laughed as she effortlessly raised you into the air until you were hovering bridal-style in her arms.

agatha swiftly brought you up the stairs and into her bedroom. she laid you down on the bed and nudged your legs apart with her magic before retreating to the closet.

"do you know what this is, princess?" agatha asked, emerging from the closet with a large purple strap-on dildo in hand. you swallowed thickly at the sheer size of it and nodded your head.

"it's a strap-on," you replied sheepishly.

"correct, smart girl. this is a very special strap-on, though. do you know why?"

"no, ma'am."

"well, i want you to think of it as my cock. because when i put on the harness," she snapped her fingers and the strap was secured between her legs, "i can feel everything."

she gave the dildo a few rough strokes and groaned to illustrate her point. you trembled in anticipation. agatha was going to take you with the biggest cock you'd ever seen. and she would be able to feel the warmth, the wetness, the fluttering of your most intimate place with her own flesh. you unconsciously spread your legs wider.

"ready for me?" agatha crawled on top of you and dragged the tip of her cock through your messy folds, getting it lubricated. you nodded tentatively. "i'll be gentle. wouldn't want to break my delicate little flower. at least, not yet."

the second her tip breached your entrance, you inhaled sharply. it was going to be a tight fit, even though you were soaked. agatha recognized your discomfort and leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly. with another latin whisper, you felt those soft kisses all over your body, on every part of you all at once—even your clit. this relaxed you, and agatha gave you a few more inches.

"you're so tight," the older woman breathed, marveling at the sensation of feeling your wet warmth around her. "and all mine, little witch. you'd like to be mine, wouldn't you? i'd dress you every day in those mini skirts and no panties, play with this pussy all day long."

agatha's words worked exactly as she intended. you lost yourself in the hazy fantasy of being hers, and she penetrated you all the way. you both cursed as she bottomed out.

"good girl, taking my cock so well, letting me fill you up. let me just..." she trailed off and pulled out before thrusting back in at a new angle, hitting your g-spot and conjuring stars behind your eyes. "there she is."

once she knew you were okay, agatha seemed to lose the last of her restraint. she fucked you fast and rough, slamming her tip into your sweet spot on every thrust. she forced her cock even deeper by pinning your knees to your chest with her powers. then she snapped her fingers and the suction was back on your clit, only three times more powerful than before.

"come on my cock, y/n," agatha commanded, sending you flying into an orgasm. this one felt different from the first one, like a spark in your core spreading into an uncontrollable fire throughout your body. your legs jerked and your face twisted up, and the sight of you sent agatha over the edge too. you felt her hot release coat your walls, satiating you.

agatha pulled out of you and coaxed you to sit up, at which point you noticed the mess. a glowing purple liquid seeped out from between your legs, and agatha's midsection was dripping with clear liquid... wait, was that glowing too? the yellow aura looked unnatural, almost neon.

"rule number three," agatha chuckled, sensing your confusion. "don't be alarmed when things start glowing. comes with the territory, dear."

"how did that...?" you wondered aloud.

"well, for me it was an artistic choice. some women really enjoy the idea of me coming inside them, so i added a special enchantment to make their dreams come true," she explained. then her face broke into a smug grin. "and you, my darling, you squirted. it's not a magical experience on its own, but apparently it was for you."

your eyes followed her hands as she gestured to the glimmering evidence of your climax.

"have you ever done that before?" she asked while waving her hands in the air. before she finished the sentence, you were both suddenly clean and wearing fresh pajamas, warm like they'd just been in the dryer.

"no," you admitted, still a bit shy after losing control so dramatically. agatha hummed and pulled you close, and you grew drowsy while she cuddled you.

"oh, sweet daisy girl. i still have so much to show you."

[p-taryn-dactyl]

way down we go: the before (i)

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

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

word count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Agatha Harkness, lovely to meet you dear."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See you later, Y/N!"

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

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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

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

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------

The universe definitely had it out for you.

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

A body had been found.

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

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

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

"How do you know?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Agatha!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This is going to be fun."

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

[maximilfism]

could someone please give me jealous!agatha x reader fic recommendations, i beg 🙏🙏

[madwomansapologist]

━ ✧ unraveling you | series masterlist!

pinterest board | spotify playlist |  AO3

series synopsis: Trapped inside Westview, Agatha Harkness was reduced to Agnes. The noisy neighbor and nothing more than that. Until a meteor rain brought something strong to Westview. Something strong enough to help her, and maybe strong enough to free her. You. In a journey to save herself by teaching you the ways of magic, Agatha Harkness wants one thing only: to avenge herself.

★ Chapter 1 - Welcome to Westview!

★ Chapter 2 - To devour what is truly yours

★ Chapter 3 - The hound and is leash

★ Chapter 4 - The scarlet race

★ Chapter 5 - If it stinks...

★ Chapter 6 - The hand that feeds

GENERAL TAGLIST: @lovelyy-moonlight

UNRAVELING YOU TAGLIST: @harknessshi

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

@ madwomansapologist.tumblr

[heartzfromel]

taking agatha all along requests rn 💜💜

- any character x fem!reader (not billy unless its platonic)

- au!character (cop!agnes, 50’sneighbor!agnes or whatever) x reader

- au!ship (cop!agnes x agent!rio, ect)

- basically any ship u have

- ALL X READER IS FEM

[goldenempyrean]

I don’t know if you write about about Agatha Harkness but I would love to see Aggs with sick reader. Agatha tries to take care of her but panics because reader is the most valuable thing she has 😊

Witchy Remedies

〚 Notes - Never written for her before so hopefully this is good enough :) Let me know what you think :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Agatha Harkness x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You get sick, Agatha tries to make it better. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1040 〛

〘 Check Out My Masterlist! 〙

╚════════ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ════════╝

“You okay over there?” A soft voice pulled you out of your daydream, “You’ve hardly said two words since we got home.”  

Your girlfriend was standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. Her dark hair was neatly arranged, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of worry and affection behind them as a thin furrow creased her brow.  

You offered her a small smile as you nodded, "I'm alright, today was just really tiring," You said, in reference to the day you'd both spent hiking together. While that was partly true, the majority of your silence could easily be pinned down to the scratchiness which had formed at the back of your throat a few hours ago - but you didn't want to worry her with that. 

“Hmm, if you say so,” She replied, clearly not entirely convinced by your response, “You know, I can always whip up a little something to soothe those tired muscles of yours if you fancy.” 

That did sound tempting, you had no idea how she did it, but Agatha always managed to make some sort of concoction which would almost always help. The first few times she’d offered you were worried her remedies would have you turning blue or growing a second head, but you’d come to learn that being in a relation with a skilled witch had their advantages. 

“That’d be really nice Aggs,” You nodded to which your girlfriend smiled widely in excitement before turning on her heels as she hurried off to make something. 

In the meantime, you sank further into the sofa. Only getting up to grab one of the knitted blankets you kept in a basket before returning back to your original position. As you settled back down, your small orange kitty purred and came to curl up on your lap. The pair of you taken her in a year ago and she never failed to cheer you up. 

As you closed your eyes, the exhaustion from the day's activities combined with the soothing warmth of the blanket and the gentle purring of your cat began to lull you into a drowsy state. The hazy evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room as you drifted off to sleep. 

Not too long later, Agatha returned to the room, proudly holding a steaming cup in her hands, “Here you go dear, I made-” She paused her eyes lingering on your peaceful form, smiling innocently as she watched you slept. 

But the concern she had felt earlier only grew stronger as she saw the flush which had settled on your cheeks, a contrast to your pale skin. She placed the mug on a nearby table and approached you, looking over your features with worry. 

"You're not well," Agatha murmured to herself, her fingers gently brushing against your forehead. The heat radiating from her you sent a shiver of worry down Agatha's spine. A small purple glow came through her fingertips before she continued, "You've got a fever. Why didn’t you say something darling?” She sighed to herself before, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you continued to sleep. 

After debating what to do, Agatha carefully picked up your sleeping form, cradling you in her arms as if you were the most fragile treasure. With a soft, worried expression, she carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed and tucking you in and smiling as the orange kitty followed suit and came to lay alongside you.  

“They’ll be okay Penny, don’t worry.” She whispered to the cat, but it was more so to herself than anything before she returned to the living room, her mind racing with thoughts and plans. She needed to bring your fever down and make you comfortable, that was first on the agenda. 

Agatha began rummaging through her collection of herbs and potions, her hands moving with practiced precision. She mixed together a concoction designed to bring down your fever, her brow furrowing as she concentrated, trying to remind calm despite the panic settled beneath her skin – you were far too important to her. 

Returning to the bedroom, Agatha sat beside you, carefully lifting your head and helping you sip the potion. "Come on, my love, you need to drink this for me please," She urged gently, her voice a soothing murmur. You stirred slightly, groggily complying, the taste slightly bitter but not unbearable. 

Agatha stayed by your side, dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth and murmuring sweet nothings as you dozed off and on. As the evening turn to night the room was enveloped in a tranquil hush, broken only by the occasional muffled sounds of Agatha's soft humming and the rhythmic purring of the orange kitty nestled beside you. 

The hours passed by in a blur, the fever slowly relenting under the influence of Agatha's potion and care. Your sleep was restless, punctuated by moments of discomfort and delirium, but Agatha remained a steadfast presence by your side. She continued to adjust your blankets, occasionally waking you up to take sips of the cool water she’d retrieved before stroking your head as she lulled you back down to sleep. 

Before long the first light of dawn painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, and when you woke up, your fever had finally broken. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you found yourself staring into Agatha's loving gaze. She smiled warmly; relief evident in her eyes. 

"Hey there, sleepyhead," she whispered, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "How are you feeling?" 

Your voice was a mere whisper, hoarse from the earlier scratchiness, but you managed a small smile. "Better… thanks to you." 

Agatha's smile widened, and she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm just glad you're on the mend now love. You had me worried there for a while." 

You shifted slightly, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. Agatha was quick to help you find a more comfortable position, her touch gentle and soothing. "You still need to rest," she advised, her tone firm yet caring, "But I’m going to right here by your side.” 

〖 Join My Taglist! 〗@scrambled-brain-eggs @natashamyl0ve @observeowl @kathleenmikaelson @shamelessbearunkown @inluvwithfictionalwomen @kljhsong @santana1437 @lovelyy-moonlight @natashamaximoff69 @danveration @rainedontknow @loveshineslikethesky @lexasaurs634 (tagged everyone who said 'all' or who asked for for all marvel, lmk if you want this to change!)

[rezwrites]

Hey, can you write something for Agatha Harkness? I love her. Yandere/Dark! Agatha Harkness x reader, reader is summoned to be part of Agatha's coven and Agatha grows obsessed with reader after becoming her friend and feeling a connection. Thank you 🩷

Of course, also I’m very sorry that this took so long!

a/n: slight au where the road is real/Rio has no presence.

Agatha and Teen had approached you asking for your assistance in walking The Road. Laughing in their face at the absurdity, “The Road is a myth.”

Even if it wasn’t, it was a death trap. Many stories from your mother and her coven about The Road have passed your ears. Every witch, with the exemption of Agatha Harkness, lost their lives trying the reach the end. You’ve felt inadequate as a witch, unable to resonate with a coven of your own. Even though you’d love to have that sister and companionships you’ve done well enough without them.

Teen droned on as you walked away from them. Only stopping in your tracks when Agatha chimed in talking about forming her own coven. A lesson drilled into your brain since the day you were born resounded within: Agatha Harkness is not to be trusted. Turning around you regarded them both, warily. Awkwardly handing you a card Teen expressed that he’d hope to see you there.

Contemplation weighed heavy on your mind the rest of the day. The possibility of finding a coven was tantalizingly, but you’d have to suffer through the proximity of Agatha and the other witches she convened. Deciding the end outweighs everything else you make your way to Agatha’s house in Westview.

Agatha kept a close focus on you the moment you made your presence known in her home. Her eye constantly shifting to you as you sung your part of The Ballad. You’re voice is beautiful she thought, like a bird singing its morning song.

After pairing with Agatha in the first trial you notice Agatha gradually getting close to you. Thankful that you had her as an anchor in your hallucination, you doing that same for her. Taking the opportunities to know more about you, realizing she’s slow to open up about herself. Rightfully so, since much of the air is still tense with distrust around her. She seemed genuine when she asked about you, making small gestures to be sure your safe- keeping you close to her, guiding your steps so you don’t trip. Her hands softly brushing over you from time to time.

After losing Alice, your distrust cemented again. Insisting that she couldn’t control it, you strayed away from her. Agatha lets you go, not without keeping close eye on you. Watching you gravitate towards Lilia, Agatha internally seethes.

Lilia’s words of wisdom and talks about her travels brought you solace. It was a devastating experience to see Lilia close the Iron Maiden, locking herself in the trial room. Screaming her name, pounding on the door the tears rushed down your face. Agatha had to drag you away and calm you down, Teen staying behind to comfort Jen.

“Lilia, no. How could she?” You could help but sob at the loss of her. Falling to your knees, your face in your hands.

“There’s nothing we could’ve done.” Agatha rests her hand in your shoulder, lightly squeezing it. Wiping your tears, you stood up brushing yourself off.

“Stay with me. I want- no need you by my side.” Agatha’s voice firmed, “You need someone to take care of you.”

“No I don’t. You think I’m weak don’t you?” Your face twists in irritation.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Her fists clenching and unclenching.

“Then what exactly are you saying, Agatha?” You exasperated, throwing your hands up.

“In certain situations I can protect you. That’s all I want to do, darling.” She reached out to you, retracting her hands when you stepped away.

“I can protect myself. We’re almost at the end.” You walk back to gather Jen and teen, leaving Agatha alone.

Slipping into your shoes everything goes black until slit of light appears, revealing Agatha pulling you out of a body bag, “It’s alright dear. It’s just the last trial.” Observing Jen unbind herself and Teen find a body for his brother, your hope shrunk as they disappeared from the trial room.

You remained silent as Agatha grieved, planting something in the ground. You rested beside her as she cried, rubbing circles on her back. Humming a small tune you watched the lights go out by the second; attempting to make peace that this might be the end.

Agatha’s gasp caused you to look down where you saw a dandelion growing from the soil. As the ceiling started crashing down Agatha pulled you up from the floor, guiding you to the door. Coming out of the trial room you both find yourselves in Agatha’s backyard, Teen and Jen waiting for you both. Teen offered Agatha some of his power only is she doesn’t take all of it.

Watching Jen and Teen leave, you stared in thought. The Road was a waste. You didn’t find your coven, the one that Agatha conjured up dropped like flies. Back to square one with a heavy heart in your chest. A soft grip on your wrist pulled you out your bleak thoughts, but you didn’t face her.

“You think The Road didn’t give you what you needed, but it did. You’re just too stubborn to see it. The companionship you crave so much, you don’t a coven… you just need me.” Agatha’s pupils turned purple as your mind grew hazy, struggling for clarity.

“Shh…don’t fight it, darling. I’ve got you.” Agatha’s honeyed voice rang through vividly. Holding you tight against her chest, Agatha pressed her fingers closer to your temple, “I failed to protect someone once, I won’t let the same happen to you.”

[witchesverse]

brainwashed

pairing: dark!agatha x fem!reader

summary/request: Could you write a dark!Agatha Harkness x reader where she brainwashes you to make you her partner + if it is possible dub/noncon + smut

content: noncon, brainwashing, manipulation, kidnapping, virginity taking, pain, face slapping, pussy eating, crying, being thrown into a wall, begging.

a/n: sorry i know u asked for smut but i wanted to focus more on the brainwashing part :(( there is some smut but its not long

masterlist

"Don't you feel, I don't know, guilty for doing what you're doing?"

Agatha raised a brow and pursed her lips at Wanda's question. The younger witch shifted uncomfortably under her gaze and adverted her eyes to the ground.

"Guilty for giving her a better life?"

"For brainwashing her, Agatha."

Agatha bit her tongue. She hated when people used the word brainwashing to describe her relationship with you.

"She's perfectly content here. Why does it matter?"

"Of course, it matters!" Wanda snapped, "Y/n doesn't get to make her own decisions anymore and she doesn't get to think for herself."

"What?" Your voice caused both women's heads to snap in your direction.

Agatha's face morphed into anger before relaxing. She spread her legs and patted her thigh, which you gladly took a seat on. Her arm wrapped around your waist and she pulled you into her.

Wanda muttered a quiet apology before standing and leaving Agatha's house.

"What did Wanda mean by that?" You questioned.

Agatha laughed, "She's just had too much to drink, dear. You know how ditzy she becomes."

You nodded, wanting to trust Agatha but you couldn't bring yourself to do so. A dreadful feeling coursed through your body, but you didn't know why.

-

You woke with a gasp.

You remembered everything.

You met Agatha in the bar bathroom. You were drunk and high out of your mind, but she scared you enough for you to be able to recall the memory. Even as you fought her, she took your virginity and promised that she would be back for you.

You went to the police about her but they had no files on anyone with her description. You almost believed that you imagined the entire thing.

That was until she kidnapped you.

She didn't immediately place you under her spell, but after your fourth escape, she did. And ever since then, you've been brainwashed into thinking that you have been married to Agatha for centuries.

You glanced at Agatha's sleeping form and felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Whilst sleeping, she seemed sweet and harmless, but you knew she was a monster.

You carefully slipped out of bed and gathered a small bag of clothes. You needed to escape.

"Don't you fucking dare."

Magic wrapped around your body and threw you into the wall, knocking the air out of your lungs. You coughed and gasped for air as Agatha stalked towards you, purple energy dancing around her fingers.

"You're a sick fucking bastard." You spat.

The back of Agatha's hand collided with your cheek and you fought tears from pooling in your eyes. She scoffed like she was disgusted with you.

"You love it, don't lie."

"How the fuck can I love something if I can't even make my own decisions?" You screamed, not caring who heard you. "I'm not content or happy here. Wanda was right, you should feel-"

Your words got stuck in your throat as unbearable pain spread throughout your body. It felt like someone was piercing your body with thousands of knives whilst your body was set ablaze.

The pain continued until your vision started to speckle black and you were on the verge of passing out.

Agatha picked up your limb body from the floor and placed you on the bed. She hummed softly as she removed your clothing and kissed your bare skin.

You recognised the words she was humming and thrashed in her hold. Agatha was trying to put you back under her spell. Agatha tsked and her magic pinned your limbs down.

"Agatha, please." You cried, "Let me go."

Agatha ignored you and kissed your clit before wrapping her lips around it and sucking softly. The humming stopped, but magic encased her fingers, continuing the spell.

There was no point in fighting her, but that didn't stop you from squirming uncontrollably. You tried to kick her in the face and screamed in frustration when you couldn't move.

"You're fucking evil." You snarled, which pulled a chuckle from Agatha.

"You should meet my ex, sweetheart. I'd be considered kind compared to her."

"I'm surprised you even have an ex. You aren't loveable."

Agatha smiled but didn't say anything in response. It almost looked like you had hit a nerve.

A wave of comfort and peace washed over you. Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed. You should just give into her. Life was difficult before her.

No, No. These aren't your thoughts. They're her thoughts being injected into your brain, right? Your life before her was great! You had thousands of dollars of student debt, you were barely able to afford your bills, and you were struggling with friendships.

No, that's not right. Your life was good, wasn't it? You used to live at your cottage and sell vegetables to local farmers. But your life was better once Agatha, an abandoned and hurt witch, showed up to your door and was seeking refuge.

Those pesky villagers were hunting her down with their pitch forks. They wanted to hang her and burn her body. Such wretched, horrible people. It was the 1800s for crying out loud! Surely, people would start to realise witches' aren't that bad.

Agatha is the love of your life. She is everything you will ever need and you are destined to be with her forever.

Wait, what were you just thinking about? Was it about what you were making for dinner? You think so.

"My love?"

Your heart fluttered at Agatha's voice and you smiled. You cupped her face and kissed her softly.

"I think I might be coming down with a cold, Aggie." You rested your forehead against hers. "My body is aching and I feel so confused."

Agatha hummed, "How about we take a warm bath together?"

You gladly took Agatha's hand as she helped you to your feet. There was no questioning to why you were nude as that happened time to time; it just made it quicker to bathe.

"I'd love that."

[frost-queen]

Witches road// part 2 (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic,@alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @erikasurfer, @slythetic , @p0nycurtis , @quailbagutte , @fantasticcroissantpandagarden, @lanfear-is-my-darkmistress

Summary: Summoning the witches road, you are met up with the first trial. Being close around Agatha once more breaks unfamiliar things out of you. Can you overcome your fears and get a sense of what is becoming of you. [Witches road series]

Gather sisters fire

Water, earth and air

You quirked your eyebrow intriguingly up when you entered the house. Hand sliding on the doorframe whilst entering. Making a loud hum sound, looking around. – “What?” – Agatha asked entering behind you. – “Nothing.” – you responded looking over your shoulder to her. – “It’s just not you.” – you gestured at the clean suburban lifestyle, something unlike her.

“Well I didn’t have it to the picking Y/n.” – Agatha responded annoyed. Chuckling amused, you walked to the living room. Seeing another witch already present. With wide eyes, she looked at you. – “Are my eyes deceiving me?” – she questioned. – “They are not.” – Agatha responded walking past her. Your familiar jumped on the sofa making Agatha hurry over.

“Uh-uh no pets on the couch.” – she started clapping her hands to scare him away. Your familiar hissed back in defence, making her pull her hands back. – “Fine then sit.” – she replied bothered. Jennifer’s gaze went from you to Agatha, keeping a close eye on it. Trying to find something subtle in her behaviour.

She got quickly disrupted when the other witches walked in. – “Let’s summon the road.” – Agatha said happily, clasping in her hands. You started humming the tune of the hymn, going towards her basement. – “Is… is she alright?” – Alice asked with a point at you.

Agatha waved it away, going after you. Down her basement you all came to stand in a circle. Agatha came standing beside you. You glanced down at her offering hand, humming in disagreement as you went around taking Jennifer’s hand. Agatha narrowed her eyes with a soft glare.

Your familiar meowed near her feet, startling her. Looking down at the black cat, she showed him her clawed hand. It made your familiar hiss back at her, hairs up straight. Agatha straightened her posture. A sudden thundering made her freak out. – “Let’s get a move on.”

She grabbed their hands, readying themselves to sing the witches ballad.

Seekest thou the road

To all that's foul and fair

Gather sisters fire

Water, earth and air

Darkest hour, wake thy power

Earthly and divine

Burn and brew with coven true

And glory shall be thine

Your gaze went upwards sensing the hauntingly arrival. Their presence carried by the screeching wind. Like a banshee’s cry sending a wave of crumbled leaves with them. The pressing hour of the witches road nearing. Only one chance to succeed for else the seven would devour her.

Your familiar jumped on your shoulder, laying his tail around your neck. Squeezing your newly sister’s hands, you sang along. The words you had carved in your head for centuries. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. A pulsating force made you move your chest a bit back. Taken back by it’s intensity. The seven had entered the house. Having stepped over the boundaries.

Your gaze went to Agatha in front of you. Seeing her sing with fear in her eyes. Very well aware of the troubles waiting upstairs. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road.

The chanting became louder and louder. Overpowering the rumbling from upstairs. The ceiling shuddering with snippets of dust fluttering down. Squeezing their hands tight, you felt the primal force of a coven brewing down deep. Gaze fixating at Agatha with a hard stare. Maiden, mother, crone. An ominous sound seeped through the house.

Thundering with an ominous omen. A path one should not take. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Roared through the basement. Chanting loudly with every might from your lungs. Elevating with the brewing hymn. Looking up, you let the chanting fully consume you. To glory at the end.

Hands were released as all looked breathless at each other. For an eerie moment, everyone wondered if it worked. Emptiness. Whilst Agatha and the others were bickering. Knowing what was at her doorstep, you lowered yourself. Kneeling down to touch the cold ground. Your familiar jumped off your back, meowing soft.

You started to hum the hymn once more, brushing your hand over the ground. Closing your eyes briefly. When your hands felt roughness, you opened your eyes once more. Thundering rushed down the stairs as the teen appeared out of breath. – “Is that the door?” – he asked breathless. All looked at him before looking down at the ground. You were smiling wickedly at the door. Agatha immediately knelt down to pull the slots open.

“Help me!” – she yelled out with urgency. All came to her help. Revealing a set of steps. Stone and cold. You whistled brief as your familiar jumped on your shoulder. – “Down, down, down.” – you whispered taking the first step. Others quickly followed, going down. Letting the road consume them. Agatha closed the doors before the seven could claim her.

Following the glowing bouncing off the walls, you lead them down. A smile curling up when you met with the woods. Taking a deep breath, you let it consume your lungs. Letting it take over every breath of you. The teen came standing beside you, smiling excitingly at you. You smiled back at him as your black cat stuck his head out to him. The teen looked wonderous over to you.

With a simple nod of yours, you accepted. The teen reached out to scratch your cat behind the ear. – “May I ask you something Y/n?” – he dared to ask, lowering his hand. You hummed softly with a nod. – “How… why… why… were… you?” – he started, stumbling a bit over his words. Unsure how to phrase it. – “Buried?” – you responded knowing where he was going with it.

Staring off into the distance, your mind got pulled back a memory. Standing frozen as the teen tried to get a reaction out of you by waving his hand before you. – “Crawling all the way…” – you said numbly. Your cat meowed in your ear, making you shake your head awake.

Plastering on a smile, you looked back at the teen. Tapping his nose with a playful shrug. You then hummed loudly to hop after the others. – “Is… is she alright?” – Alice asked Jennifer lowly. Jennifer moved her gaze onto you. – “I’ve only heard rumours, but she was betrayed…” – Jennifer responded. – “By whom?” – Alice wanted to know. Jennifer only looked in Agatha’s direction as it said enough.

Alice nodded nervously as it made a bit more sense. Agatha came to a stop, turning round to everyone. – “We will be tested at every possible given.” – she explained. There were some uncertainties amongst the sisters. Unsure how they would be tested to find glory at the end. – “Shall we?” – Agatha exclaimed, clasping her hands together. She noticed your gaze was fixated on the ground. 

Staring lost at it, almost like in trance. Agatha chuckled nervously coming over to you. She came standing behind you, taking you by the shoulders. – “Y/n, let’s go.” – she whispered to you, her lips close to your cheek. You numbly rocked your body wobbly on your heel. – “Let’s go…” – she repeated tugging on your shoulder to follow her.

When Agatha turned around she noticed Mrs. Hart… uhum Sharon had taken off. It made her groan loud needing to search for her. All of you started to run, hearing screams. Screams filling the witches road like an embrace. Familiar and known. Your eyes widened seeing Mrs. Hart trying to pull her purse out of a puddle of mud. Slowly devouring her purse. Making it one with the earth.

You rushed over to her, grabbing her by the ankles, ready to pull along with Jennifer as your eyes fell on the mud puddle. Seeing how it was swallowing the purse whole. It made your whole heart empty, waiting for the beat to come out. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – Jennifer called out as you weren’t helping.

Agatha noticed the trauma reflecting deep in your eyes as it made her come to assist. Grabbing the ankle with your hands around it to assist in tugging. Mrs. Hart got pulled back, making you fall down. Blinking rapidly, you crawled on top of Agatha. A distant look in your eyes, as you held a stick against her throat. Pushing it slightly into her skin.

Cheeks trembling with fury as a part of you wanted to jab it through her throat. Agatha had moved her hands up, seeing you were miles away. A darkness deep in your eyes. – “Y/n.” – the teen spoke approaching you. – “Lower the stick…it’s alright…” – he said calmly, reassuring you. – “Y/n… it’s alright…” – he came kneeling beside you.

“Let Agatha go Y/n.” – he spoke softly reaching for your hand. Panting loud, your hand trembled. Once the teen moved his hand over yours, it seemed to steady. He slowly moved the stick away from Agatha’s throat. Taking your other hand to help you off Agatha and up your feet. Agatha touched her throat for a pinch.

“I’m…I’m sorry…” – you told the teen, not sure what overcame you. – “It’s alright.” – he responded with a soft smile. Your familiar came brushing against your leg, making you look down at him. Kneeling down, you picked him up, letting him snuggle against your chest.

The comfort of him brought you back to reality. Not sure what had overcome you. – “Has that always been there?” – Jennifer asked after some silence. Making you all look at the house in the distance. Agatha smirked coming nearer. All of you followed her towards the house. You remained in the back, feeling out of yourself. Like you had no idea who this person was.

This person that seemed to keep trying to crawl her way out. Been in the darkness for a very long time. Chained and shackled. The house was warningly welcoming.  Looking at the others, you saw there had been a change in appearances. It made you rub your hands nervously together. By the diner table, you stood holding the glass of wine up.

Mrs. Hart drank the wine in one breath, making you raise your brow at her. – “Shall we take the girl talk to the sofa?” – she said tipsy making you all return to the living room. You took a deep breath, feeling a shiver up your spine when Agatha stroke her finger up your arm.

“Do not drink it.” – she whispered to you with a witchy smile. It made you stare down your glass. Seeing the wine swirl around like blood. Glaring at her, you moved the glass up. – “I stray not from the path, I hold death’s hand in mine.” – you told her before emptying your glass down your throat. Down, down, down it went. Agatha’s gaze widened. With a beckoning look, you threw your glass against the ground.

Shattering into a dozen pieces. It made her jump back to avoid the shatters. The first symptoms appeared with Mrs. Hart. Her face all swollen, you could barely recognize her. Then it consumed the others. Taking each and one witch. Poison. The wine was poisoned. Your cat meowed soft at the first trial. Counting down till the hour of death. Waiting patiently at the door for unsuccess.

For the only wakening to keep death at bay was an antidote. Jennifer send everyone off. You went with Lilia and Agatha. Haunted by the hour of death and it’s testing. For a witch would be tested greatly.

The chime of a bell made you stop in your tracks. Lilia and Agatha continuing. Another bell chimed as it send a shiver down your spine. Feeling the room turn, you slowly turned around. An ominous sound grasping you when you stared down at an empty grave. A bell chiming twice.

A banshee’s cry carried by the wind as crumbled leaves fluttered over your feet. Down. Down. Down. The empty hole in the grave seemingly enlarging till the very crust of the earth. A gaping mouth ready to swallow you whole. Your body started to shock a bit. Feeling a cough come up. The bell chimed for a third time. Trying to hold in the coughs. A thickness in your throat.

Coughing loud, you coughed up earth. Dry earth, coughed out like powder. Seeping out of your mouth as it made you sink to your knees. Kneeling at the bed of the grave, the bellowing emptiness below. Down. Down. Down. Coughing more, the earth from your mouth fell in the empty grave.  

Feeling yourself choke on the earth and sand in your mouth. There seemed to be no end. Thy breathing woven to earth. Trying to grasp for air, you grasped your fingers down your throat. Body wobbling as you felt yourself nearly tip down the gaping mouth of your boundness. All that gravel. Chained and shackled.

Body releasing gravity as you felt weightless. Tipping forwards, ready to meet your earthy bed. A sudden grip on your shoulder made you gasp awake. Blinking rapidly at the vast ground. No more cemetery. No more grave. Touching your mouth, it was clean of any earth. – “Y/n?” – Agatha asked concerned.

She came kneeling beside you as you teared up. Letting yourself fall against her chest, you cried soft. Agatha shushing you soothingly. She placed a sorrowful kiss at the top of your head.

Gaining your senses, you pushed yourself off her. Returning to Jennifer to assist her. She noticed the spooked expression on your face. – “You too?” – she asked, making you nod. One of the side-effects of the poison you weren’t keen on. Your black cat jumped on the counter, purring loudly as you stroke his back. – “Is it true?” -Jennifer asked making you look up at her. – “Did you truly get betrayed?” – she wanted to know.

“It's my whole heart. Weighed and measured inside.” – you responded as it sounded like a riddle to her. – “Deemed and delivered a crime.” – you went on, staring into the distance, still petting your familiar. Not wanting to engage in it further, you picked up your cat, moving away from Jennifer. Jennifer nodded respectfully. The others returned all with their ingredients for the antidote.

You held on close to your familiar, watching Jennifer brew the potion. Your cat jumped onto your shoulder when you held hands to change the potions colour. Needing it to be teal. With the teens blood it reached teal. Letting a fallen hair drop in. The hour of death at your shoulder, breathing down. Trying to outrun it. To escape the hour of death, you drank the potion.

“Hurry!” – Agatha shouted as the glass had broken. Sending a flood of water inside. Your cat jumped into your arms as you ran with it to the open oven. Jennifer crawled through it first. You followed with your cat as the others were behind you. Jennifer’s scream was loud when she went down the slide. Followed by laughter. Cackling with pleasure down the slide till your body bumped against hers. One by one, they went down the slide. All getting up but one. For Sharon was dead.

---------------------------------------------------------

Read more of my fics on my Masterlists!

[stayevildarling]

May I please request Agatha x reader where reader has such bad anxiety that they often don't leave the house because of it. Reader thinks Agatha deserves someone better, but she comforts reader?

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Tangled in fear, wrapped in magic

A/N: Thank you so much for this request. I‘m a whore for mental health fics like these so. Also this is my first time writing Agatha so please be kind to me😅🫶🏼

tags/tw: established relationship, female reader, mention of anxiety, mention of depression, mention of panic attacks, mention of agoraphobia

word count: 3.5k

taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker , @billiebeanhoward , @lanawinters-ily , @kenzbro , @minaslittleone , @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahelvar , @paulsonsratched , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle , @grilledcheeseandguavajelly , @lucyintheskywithxanax , @fanfics4world , @mymiraclewitch , @hazard-to-myself , @awritersometimes , @wastdstime , @p1pecleanerwitheyes , @queen2234 , @ihartnat , @lifebyinez , @ahsatanizgay , @blu3dimples , @stepintomyworld

When the days began blurring together you knew it was back. The endless nights, days filled with fear and your mind clouded with thoughts. The sadness and fear followed you like a cloud of rain, droplets running down your brain, leaving an emptiness that you couldn‘t shake or fight on your own. It had been bad before, years ago when it all began one afternoon, your chest tightening, your hands and knees shaky and the ability to breathe suddenly leaving you.

Back then it took months of therapy and medication to get over this, to work through the anxiety and depression that followed afterwards, leaving you drained and exhausted. And you had been happy since, enjoying your life and the things you adored, even meeting your perfect and beautiful girlfriend in the process, having been beside her for months, the two of you completing each other perfectly. The two of you had met when you followed your passions and despite the very obvious attraction, the brunette wrapping you around her finger perfectly and capturing your heart.

Life with Aggy was perfect, she spoiled you, reading every wish from your lips, showing you sides to yourself that you had never explored before. Making your body and soul feel cared for and nurtured at all times. Nothing was ever too much for the witch, whether it was spoiling you, taking you on dates or cracking silly jokes to make you laugh. And in return you would give her your world, trusting the older woman with your entire life, letting her guide you in every way. It all started a few weeks ago when she had taken you to lunch on a weekend, excited to try a new place with you that had been hyped for the longest time. You sat opposite each other, her hands always lingering somewhere on you, the two of you chatting and catching up from each other‘s week when it happened.

Your body froze, the entire restaurant spinning for a moment and your head telling you „you are going to pass out“. And that triggered it all, the shaking of your hands, your heart always beating out of your chest and the fear following you everywhere. You never told Agatha, knowing she was way too busy with her life and magic, knowing she had other things to worry about and not wanting to burden her with something this ridiculous. Things turned worse when fear took over your entire being, first the driving- a panic attack after another and making the whole thing impossible. Then simple things like leaving the house or going for a walk and then even moving inside your own shared home with Agatha felt impossible. The fear of going to the bathroom, taking a shower or even to leave the safety of bed, at this point your only safe space, and go to the living room or kitchen.

Fear lingered and followed you everywhere and despite remembering your tools, remembering that this had happened before and passed eventually, you couldn‘t do this again, knowing the mountain of work that was about to follow to work through this and stop the fear. Your health anxiety began coming back, scared to eat certain foods and worried about food poisoning, scared when you felt a small headache or your tummy was upset for a day. Everything scared you, breathing, talking and existing and when that realization hit you, you knew you were lost in the darkness again. It began with not eating much, too scared to even enter the kitchen, forcing yourself to eat with Agatha in the evenings or on the weekends but never feeling truly calm. Accepting Aggys offers about joined baths gladly as the thought of doing it alone scared you.

Of course your girlfriend had noticed, the change of seasons also brought her a different version of you, one that she hadn‘t met before. The rain seems to patter against the windows of your shared apartment for days on end, matching your inner turmoil. She noticed how you were suddenly more quiet, the smile never quite reaching your eyes anymore, often noticing your legs bouncing up and down during meals, the fidgeting which she had never noticed before. And of coure she noticed the tossing and turning at night, having tried countless times to soothe you back to sleep but without success. She had tried a few times to talk to you, offer her support but you couldn‘t confide in her, feeling like a burden.

Your girlfriend noticed how you didn‘t leave the house anymore. You didn‘t work, Agatha prefering to do that part and giving you the freedom you deserved. But you used to go out, to the libraries, your favorite flower shops and cafes, walks by the lake. You would do the grocery shopping mostly, making sure there is a warm meal waiting for her when she would return home. But lately there had been a lot of takeout meals, the fridge empty and when she mentioned it, you ended up ordering groceries, her finding the receipt a few days later. But she couldn‘t connect the pieces yet, not understanding the depths of your pain and fear, assuming at first that maybe you had been tired, possibly a little depressed.

Agatha didn‘t know about the darkness that eloped you, the reoccurring and daily fear, as soon as you would open your eyes and never ending through the silence of the night. It had gotten that bad that you wanted it all to stop, feeling like you aren‘t in control of your body or mind, at times feeling like you are going crazy and this never ending cycle of doom would follow you for all eternity. If it wasn‘t for the love you feel for her, you would have stopped it already, letting go off everything but even the thought of leaving her like that, left a guilt that hurt way worse than what you had been fighting in silence for weeks now. You wanted to explain so badly, wanting her to hold you but the insecurities and nasty thoughts kept you from doing so.

Today had been another slow day spent at home, you sit on the couch again, legs tucked beneath you as you half- heartedly flip through the pages of a book. It wasn‘t that you aren‘t interested in the story, you just couldn‘t focus. The soft patting of rain against the window feels way too loud, your breathing uneaven and your thoughts so loud they crash over you like waves. Every sound from the outside world, an occasional car zooming past, the faint barking of a dog or sirens, another reminder of the scary world outside that was slowly beginning to slip away from you.

Your mind travels to the only bright spot in your life, the woman filling your heart with joy rather than fear and emptiness. But even she had become a source of guilt, you had been avoiding her without ever meaning to, slowly withdrawing from her too, making excuses to stay home when she invited you out, retreating into yourself when she tried to have a conversation with you. She deserved better. Your chest tightens at the thought, Agatha with her charm and wit, her strength and confidence, her powers. What could she possibly still see in you? When the world out there was filled with way more interesting people, witches, people with their lifes together rather than being scared to go out their own front door. She was wasting her time with you, all the effort that she was giving you and not getting an ounce what she deserved in return. You had hoped lately that she would just walk away, take the last piece of will and guilt away and giving you the permission to give into the darkness.

When the front door to your apartment opens softly, your thoughts stop for a moment as you instinctively pull the blanket a little closer to your shivering form. She doesn‘t announce herself, doesn‘t make a show of her return the way she usually would. She never would when you are like this, not wanting to overwhelm you further. Instead , she moves quietly through the room, setting down her bag and slipping off her jacket before glancing at you. „Hi darling“ she greets you softly with a warm smile, trying to keep her concern hidden.

You force a small smile, barely glancing up from your book „Hey“. She pauses as she thinks back to the times you would practically jump into her arms, calling and messaging her on her way home out of excitement and missing her and despite knowing you are struggling with something, it fills her heart with sadness. She pauses, her eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before moving towards the kitchen. „I picked us up something for dinner“ she calls over her shoulder, her tone light and casual, like she wasn‘t trying to probe too much. „Figured we could have a quiet night in“ she offers and you sigh in relief ever so quietly, relieved she isn‘t offering to go somewhere and you having to think of another pathetic excuse. „Sounds good“ is all you manage to reply.

Agatha didn‘t push you, she never did and that almost made the whole thing worse. You knew she could tell something was wrong. But yet she gave you time and space, allowing you to retreat into yourself without demanding answers. It was both a blessing and a curse, because it filled you with relief but at the same time left you alone with your thoughts that hadn‘t been kind lately. You hear her moving around in the kitchen, the clatter of plates and cutlery. Normally, you would join her, help out and crack a few jokes, asking about her day but today you just can‘t, feeling on the verge of tears since she stepped inside your shared home.

Minutes pass in silence and you try and focus on your book again, the only sounds coming from the kitchen but you can‘t, the words bluring together, the weight of your thoughts and anxiety growing heavier by the second. Agatha returns, wiping her hands on a towel as she leans against the doorway, watching you with an unreadable expression. You glance at her briefly and take in her features, the slightly curled hair, her outfit plastered in different shades of purple and suddenly your heart swells, missing her arms around you, her soft kisses all over your body and the feeling of safety. „Hows the book?“ she asks, pulling you out of your thoughts momentarily.

„It‘s fine“ you confess, hoping she wasn‘t gonna ask about the plot as you didn‘t remember a single thing from it. She doesn‘t say anything, simply watching you in that way that makes you feel like she could see right through the walls that you had been trying to build. „Do you want to talk about anything?“ she asks, breaking the silence, her voice soft, almost like she wasn‘t sure if now was the right time to ask. Your stomach instantly twists at the thought of trying to explain the mess inside your head and so you shake your head „I‘m fine“ you say quietly, though even you couldn‘t believe the words coming from your mouth.

She doesn’t push, simply nodding before she turns on her heels, offering a quiet „Alright, I‘m here though“ and leaving back to the kitchen. When she calls out for you a few minutes later for dinner, you can feel the tension building in your chest again, your head feeling fuzzy and your legs barely taking you to the table where she is patiently waiting for you. She looks at you with so much love as she begins eating, so much patience that your heart hurts, you want to tell her so badly, feeling like you owe her some answers, to let her in and show her how terrified you are but the words won‘t come, staying locked inside, trapped behind the anxiety that grips you so tightly.

The brunette watches you carefully as you push your food around with your fork, noticing how you hadn‘t taken a bite yet, her eyes search your face and you can feel the concern radiate from her, even if she was trying to hide it for your sake. „You‘re not eating sweetheart“ she say softly, her tone non-judgmental. You force a small smile, hoping it would be enough to brush off her concern. „I‘m just not that hungry“ you explain. She doesn‘t respond right away, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she finally speaks, her voice quieter now. „You have been like this for a while love, haven‘t you?“ she tries, tilting her head in order to lock eyes with you.

Your heart skips a beat, your stomach twisting painfully, unsure how to answer, knowing she deserved the truth. „I‘m fine“ you repeat, though your voice begins to shake, barely able to hide the tears and the knot in your throat. Agatha sighs softly, setting her fork down and leaning forward slightly. „You don‘t have to be fine with me“ she says gently, her eyes softening. „I don‘t need you to pretend with me“. And that was it, the gentlness in her voice, the concern in her beautiful eyes, enough to cause your fork to fall onto your plate and the tears spilling down your eyes as you catch your head in your hands, the sobs wrecking through you as you can‘t hide them for a second longer.

„Oh darling“ she sigh, in an instand abandoning her food and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you before pulling your frame into her arms. Her world breaks for a moment, seeing you so sad and feeling so helpless at the same time. The usual confident and witty woman knew that not even her magic could fix this but yet she feels some relief, hoping you will finally share what has been burdening you for weeks. „It‘s okay, I‘m here“ she reassures, one hand on your knee, stroking little circles and another on your back, holding you steady and making you feel safe. She lets you cry until the last sob wrecks through your body and when your tear stained, helpless face meets hers, she offers a hand to you, guiding you to the comfort of the sofa before sitting you down and taking a seat beside you.

Agatha gives you patience, sitting beside you for the longest time, through the loudest silence, holding you and passing you the occasional tissue to wipe the tears and blow your nose. „If I knew, I would have bought a life supply of tissues“ she jokes as you go through an entire packet, causing you to giggle for a moment through the tears, the sound so unfamiliar, it takes you both by surprise. „My little lamb..“ she begins, the pet name almost causing more tears to resurface. „Can you tell me what‘s been going on in that pretty little head of yours?“ she asks softly, her hand holding onto yours tightly, another reminder she is there, patient and willing and not considering to leave, not now, not ever.

Her gentleness is enough to break through your walls and slowly every single confession, every thought and all the fear leaves you as you tell her everything that had been going on. Your past struggles with this, the trigger in the restaurant weeks ago and everything since then. And every confession is more painful than the other, Agatha fighting her own tears as she understands the depth of your pain and the intensity of your fear, wishing she would have figured this out sooner as she undeniably would have stepped in, would have handled so many things differently. „My darling girl“ she whispers before her hands hold your cheeks gently „Why didn‘t you tell me?“ she asks, her voice filled with sadness and her eyes filled with tears.

„Because.. Aggy I‘m pathetic … and you deserve so“ but she doesn‘t let you finish. „No“ she snaps, her voice more firm this time, not ever wanting to hear those words leave your lips, struggling enough with the thought of your head having told you that for so long. „Don‘t say that“ she begins, a tear rolling down her cheek. There is silence for a while as the exhaustion of your honesty washes over you and your girlfriend tries collecting her thoughts, unable to believe you had been suffering so much on your own, feeling guilty for not having been there. „But Aggy it‘s true, there is so much more out there for you and you shouldn‘t have to deal with this, you deserve so much better“ you explain, the words hitting her like a billion knifes. She chuckles lowly, a painful one before she locks eyes with you „Kitten, I don‘t even deserve you“ she sighs, knowing how lucky she had been to be loved by you, with all her flaws and her entire past.

„And none of what your head is telling you is true, you are going through a tough time but that doesn‘t mean I deserve you any less or love you any less“ she admits, her hands instinctively holding yours a little tighter, wanting you to believe her statement but the honesty in her eyes already enough to make you believe. „Sweetheart“ she begins speaking again „I don‘t need you to be anything other than who you are, your struggles, they don‘t make you less to me. They are just parts of what make you you, and I happen to love all of you“ she confesses, her finger softly booping your nose and causing you to smile.

„You have never held me back kitten, if anything, you have made me want to stay even more, because don‘t you think I see how hard you fight? even when it feels impossible?“ Her voice drops a little lower, filled with honesty „I don‘t need you to be perfect, you could never be a burden to me, not in the slightest. I choose you every day, anxiety and all“ the softness in her voice makes you tear up again and this time you lean into her, practically holding on for dear life as she strokes your hair and kisses your head. „So, stop worrying about whether you are enough for me, because you, my little witch, are enough for me, alright? and I‘m not going anywhere“. You nod into her chest as you begin crying again, the walls finally tumbling down with each confession and reassuring of your girlfriend, finally feeling understood, your heart less heavy and your head feeling empty for the first time in weeks.

The two of you stay tangled in each others embrace, similar to the way your hearts are tangled in each other‘s chest, the connection between you stronger than ever before. Agatha asks questions, listening intently to your experience with this in the past, curious how you overcame it to begin with and offering her help. She offered to get you on your old medication again, offered to take you to the neccessary appointments and therapy, never forcing you, only wanting to get you the best help possible and what makes you comfortable. And you agreed, knowing there was no coming out of this on your own. And so, the two of you made a plan, Agatha knowing you hadn‘t left the house in a while and knowing this required just that. But the two of you spoke throughout the night, more confessions slipping from your lips and the usual tough woman telling you of similar struggles in her youth.

By the end of the night, the two of you are wrapped in each other‘s embrace in bed, you laying in her arms, listening to her soft breathing and her hands on your back, rubbing soothing circles and drawing patterns, knowing it would calm you. „Thank you Aggy“ you thank her eventually, feeling the exhaustion from the evening but also the comfort of her embrace. „Always, bunny“ she reassures before pressing a kiss to your cheek and pulling you a little closer. And so, for the first night in weeks, you manage to fall asleep without the racing thoughts, your heart beating out of your chest and your trembling hands. Tonight, you feel safe, knowing the truth was finally out there, knowing she wasn‘t going to leave. And Agatha wouldn‘t leave, not now and not in the future when the days would look so much brighter again and this would be a faint memory and reminder of some dark times. She was with you, forever and always.

[aquaticmercy]

Safe and Sound

Summary : You have been cursed. Agatha will stop at nothing to destroy the witch that cursed you.

Pairing : Agatha Harkness x Reader (she/her) 

Warnings/tags : obsessive love, wrath

Requested by : Anon

Word count : 1.3k

Note : I love me a very protective, ancient, goddess-like Agatha. Enjoy!

Requests are open!

The wood crackled softly underneath the fire, but its warmth barely reached you as you sat huddled on the edge of the couch.

Your mind was unclear, scattered.

The curse hovered over you like a dark fog, a force that grew heavier with each passing hour. The bone-chilling coldness it brought wasn't just physical—it was deeper, as if Morgan le Fay’s magic had latched onto your very soul.

It drained your strength, making you feel fragile. Small. Weak. 

Across the room, Agatha stood motionless, staring into the flames with an intensity of a thousand dying suns. Her dark hair fluttered over her shoulders, blending into the shadows that seemed to flock around her like sheep to her shepherd. 

She had not said a word, not yet. She didn’t need to. 

You hadn’t wanted it to come to this. You hadn’t wanted to bring this darkness into her life. But le Fay— that ancient, cruel witch, had seen right through your connection to Agatha and decided to exploit it. She had marked you—cursed you—because she knew what you meant to Agatha.

She knew that by targeting you, she could hurt the one witch who had dared defy her word in the last century.

You could feel the curse now, curling around your heart like a vice, slowly tightening. The magic was vile, twisted. It was Morgan le Fay’s way of hurting you because she knew it would hurt Agatha.

The longer it stayed, the weaker you became, and the darker your nightmares were. Last night, you had nearly strangled Agatha because you could not tell what was real or fake. 

You had tried to hide it from her— it had been a week since the nightmares started. 

You hadn’t wanted her to see how deeply it was affecting you. You knew what she was capable of—what kind of cruel devastation she could unleash to the world when she was threatened. 

But Agatha was not a fool. She had sensed it the moment the curse had begun to take hold.

She had sensed her on you. And it made her sick to her core.

“How dare she lay a hand on you?” Agatha had whispered when she first realized, her voice laced with a venomous rage that you had heard only a few times before. 

The question had been rhetorical, a statement of disbelief, as if le Fay’s audacity alone was enough to spark something primal in Agatha. You had tried to explain, to tell her that it was under control, that you could handle it. But Agatha had only stared at you with those ancient, knowing eyes, and the look in them—the burning fury—made it clear that this wasn’t something you could fight on your own.

Now, she stood like a statue, her gaze still fixed on the fire. But her magic was everywhere, humming in the air, vibrating beneath your skin. 

It was raw. A feral power.

The longer she stood there in silence, the more you could feel it building, charging the air around you.

“Agatha,” you whispered. Your voice was barely audible over the raging crackle of the fire.

You saw her shoulders tense, the barely restrained power rippling through her body. When she finally did face you, her eyes were almost glowing, that familiar dark violet light that hinted to the depths of her power. 

“How long?” she asked softly, her voice deceptively calm. 

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. “I didn’t want to—”

She cut you off, finishing the sentence for you. “To burden me?” Agatha’s voice was sharp, cutting you off before you could finish. She stepped toward you, her gaze locked onto yours. Her voice softened just a little bit “You think you’re a burden to me?”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. There was a raging storm in her eyes. The way her power seemed to gather around her, made it impossible to speak.

Her lips curled into a dangerous smile, but there was no humor in it. Only raw, unyielding protectiveness. “My love,” she whispered, her voice dark and low, “there's nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. Do you understand that?”

You felt tears prick at your eyes, the darkness you felt inside you too much to contain. The curse had been eating away at you, leaving you feeling weak, afraid, and distant to your love. 

But here, standing in front of you, was Agatha, burning with a passion so fierce, so powerful, that it almost hurt to look at her. She had lived for centuries—endured betrayals, losses, and unimaginable pain—but here she was, ready to destroy anyone who threatened you.

“I didn’t want to make you… lose control,” you admitted softly, your voice trembling. You didn’t want to see her unravel, to see the darkness she so often kept hidden come roaring to the surface because of you.

You weren’t protecting her, or yourself. You were protecting the world from her. 

Agatha’s eyes softened for a brief moment

Her hand reached out to cup your face, her thumb gently stroking your cheek. 

“Lose control?” she echoed you incredulously. Her voice was softer now but no less intense. “Darling, you are the only thing in this world that grounds me. Without you, I am ruined. If Morgan le Fay thinks she can tear us apart, then I need her to understand what she’s dealing with.”

Her fingers brushed against your forehead, and you felt a surge of warmth, her magic wrapping around you, pushing back the icy tendrils of le Fay’s curse. It was like a blanket of safety, of love.

“She will regret this,” Agatha continued. Her breath hitched, her tone darkening once again. “I will tear her magic apart piece by piece. I tear her into pieces if she even looks at you again.”

You shivered at the intent in her words, but it wasn’t fear that made your heart race. It was the overwhelming feeling of being loved by someone so powerful, so ancient, that the very universe seemed to bow at her feet. 

Agatha wasn’t just your protector. She was a force of nature that would stop at nothing to keep you safe.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, and Agatha’s gaze softened again, her thumb wiping them away with tender care. 

“Shh,” she whispered, pulling you into her arms, holding you close against her chest. You could hear her heart beating, steady and strong, and it grounded you in a way nothing else could. “I’ve got you, my love. You’re safe.”

You buried your face in her neck, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender. The curse still lingered, but it felt distant now. Agatha’s presence alone was keeping it at bay.

“I’m scared,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper against her skin.

“I know,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “But you don’t need to be.”

Her words were like a cure to your restless soul, soothing the fear that had been gnawing at you for days. 

She pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you. “You are mine,” she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. “And I will move heaven and earth to protect you.”

You nodded, feeling the truth of her words settle deep within you. There was nothing Agatha wouldn’t do for you, no magic too dark she wouldn’t wield, no battle too bloody she wouldn’t fight. You were her everything, and in her arms, you knew that no curse, no ancient witch, could ever truly harm you.

As the night wore on and the fire dwindled to embers, Agatha held you close under the soft glow of candlelight. Her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on your skin, a silent reminder that you were under her protection. You could feel the hum of her magic around you, warding off the curse that lurked in the shadows of your being.

Agatha’s voice was a soft murmur in the quiet, a promise woven into the very air. “I’ll find Morgan le Fay,” she said, her lips brushing against yours ever so gently. “And when I do, she will beg for mercy that will never come.”

You sighed, nuzzling closer into her warmth. You were hers, and she was yours—bound by a force that no curse could ever break.

-end