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buttercandy16 · 2 days ago

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Hii, can you please do Villain Agatha Harkness x Shield Agent reader?

Agatha kidnaps Reader when Reader was on a reconnaissance mission and all her teammates can hear over the radio is how Reader struggles to avoid being captured. Villain Agatha wants to have Reader's full attention

Love over Duty

PAIRING(s): Agatha Harkness x ShieldAgent!Reader

SUMMARY: Thrown in a mission to stop an evil witch with a supposedly redeemed evil witch, what could go wrong?

WARNING(s): Dark Themes

A/N: I don't think this is what anon was really asking for and i'll probably write a new one that fits with anons request, but for now, the reader being a shield agent inspired me to write this. So, thank you muchly!

The Quinjet hummed low, the vibration a constant backdrop to the murmur of your team’s preparations. Sitting across the cramped cabin, Agatha Harkness leaned back in her seat like she belonged there, a sly, knowing smile curling her lips. She was out of place among you and your team, her cool composure and midnight gaze contrasting sharply with your tight-knit unit’s precision and control. Fury had sworn that she was your best weapon against the dark witch wreaking havoc across the globe, but trusting her didn’t come easily.

Not to you.

Her lavender eyes followed you constantly, every movement observed with a smugness that crawled under your skin. You were the team’s second-in-command, always focused, always sharp. But the way she looked at you, like she’d peeled back every layer you kept hidden from the world—it made you feel exposed in a way you hated.

“Keep staring, darling,” she said finally, breaking the silence, her voice cutting through the dull murmur like silk over steel. “I don’t mind.”

“I wasn’t,” you shot back flatly, tightening the straps of your tactical vest.

“Sure you weren’t.” She crossed her legs, the fabric of her black coat falling away to reveal the sleek boots beneath. “It’s cute how you try so hard to ignore me. But I can feel it, you know.”

You narrowed your eyes at her, jaw clenching. “Feel what?”

Her smirk deepened. “How much you already want me.”

“Focus,” your captain growled from across the cabin, breaking the tension. You felt your face heat as Agatha’s throaty laugh followed you to your station.

The mission hadn’t even started yet, and she was already making it unbearable.

The dark witch’s magic spread like a sickness across the globe, destabilizing entire governments and reducing cities to rubble. No one had yet survived an encounter with her to tell the story, and all magical traces only left more questions—odd pulses of energy, erratic weather, nightmares rippling across entire regions.

When Fury brought Agatha in, he’d admitted it was desperate. She was one of the few people powerful enough to even begin to understand the dark witch's methods. Agatha’s "redemption," as she called it, was still murky territory. No one was sure what compelled her to switch sides—or if she truly had.

Days into the mission, the weight of Agatha’s presence became inescapable. She seemed to slide effortlessly into the gaps in your team. She always had the answers—spotting hidden traps, deciphering magical signatures, dismissing your concerns with that infuriating smirk.

But she was particularly persistent with you.

“You’re tense,” she said one evening, watching you clean your weapon. You were alone at camp; the others had retired, leaving you on watch.

“Don’t start,” you warned without looking up.

“You should let me help with that,” she said, ignoring your tone. She crouched beside you, her hand brushing yours as she picked up a spare magazine. The warmth of her skin sent a spark up your arm, and you jerked away.

“I don’t need your help.”

“But you do.” Her voice softened, the playfulness slipping away to reveal something heavier, darker. She leaned in, her lips almost brushing your ear as she murmured, “You’re wound so tight, darling. It must be exhausting to fight me every second of the day.”

Your breath hitched, but you kept your focus on the rifle in your lap. “I’m not fighting anything.”

Her chuckle was low and dark. “If you say so. But I’ll wait. I’m very patient when it comes to things I want.”

The following weeks were chaos.

Your team fell apart piece by piece, and though there was no concrete evidence to tie her to it, you couldn’t shake the suspicion that Agatha was at the center of it. Disagreements turned into fights. Perfectly calibrated tech malfunctioned at the worst moments. Some of your teammates grew paranoid, plagued by vivid nightmares they swore weren’t natural.

When you woke from a dream of your family—burning alive while you were forced to watch—the sound of your screams sent your team rushing into your tent. Agatha followed them in, moving as if she had no reason to be alarmed.

“Nightmare?” she asked softly, her voice strangely gentle as she knelt beside you.

Your skin felt clammy, and your hands shook as you grabbed the edge of the cot. “I’m fine.”

She tilted her head, dark curls framing her face. “No, you’re not. But you will be.”

Her hand brushed against yours as she stood, and for once, you didn’t flinch.

You’d never wanted to believe it, but she was undeniable. A cold night by the campfire became the turning point. Agatha sat beside you, uninvited, as the others slept. She spoke little that night, her gaze flicking between the fire and you. The usual teasing remarks were absent, replaced by a thoughtful quietness you hadn’t seen before.

“I don’t believe in second chances,” you muttered, surprising even yourself. The words slipped out before you could stop them.

“I know.” Her voice was low, barely above a whisper. “That’s what I like about you. You have your rules, your righteousness. And you’d burn yourself alive to keep them.”

“You don’t know me.”

“But I do.” She looked at you then, her lavender eyes almost mournful. “That’s why you terrify me. And why I adore you.”

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “Adore me? You don’t even—”

“I do.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing the curve of your jaw as she whispered, “I know every stubborn inch of you. Every layer you try to hide. And I love every single one.”

Heat shot through you, your resolve fraying with every word. When she finally pulled back, her eyes boring into yours, you were left breathless.

You couldn’t deny it anymore: she’d wormed her way into your heart. The mission had become more about surviving Agatha than surviving the dark witch. You should have known how dangerous it was to let your guard down around her, but it was too late.

It all came crashing down in that cursed castle.

When the dark witch stepped from the shadows and her hood fell, your knees almost gave out.

“Agatha?”

She tilted her head, smiling—not with warmth but with something predatory. “Surprise, darling.”

The truth hit you like a truck. Every strange event, every bit of chaos that ripped through your team—it had been her all along.

“No.” You staggered back, disbelief clouding your senses. “You…you lied to us. To me.”

Her laugh echoed in the hall, sharp and mocking. “Lied? No, darling. Everything I said was true. My feelings for you? Completely real. But I did say I’d win this war by any means necessary.”

Her magic surged, disarming your team, binding them in glowing tendrils of energy. When she turned back to you, her gaze softened, that false tenderness piercing through the chaos.

“But you, my love,” she murmured, stepping closer. “You’re different. You’ll see why this is right. Why we’re right.”

Your heart shattered. Her words felt like poison, weaving through the love you still couldn’t destroy.

“Agatha…” Your voice cracked as you aimed your weapon at her.

She didn’t flinch. “You won’t hurt me.” She cupped your cheek with one gloved hand. “Because you love me. Even if you won’t admit it yet.”

Her lips ghosted over yours, and when the tears began to fall, they burned like fire.

Your finger hovered over the trigger, trembling as her face stayed inches from yours. The rest of your team struggled against their bindings, shouting your name, pleading for you to come to your senses, but their voices sounded distant—muffled by the rapid pounding of your heart.

“You lied to me,” you said again, your voice breaking as the truth choked the words.

“Maybe,” she admitted softly, tilting her head as if weighing her confession. “But I wasn’t lying when I said you’re the only thing I truly desire.” Her hand slid along the barrel of your gun until her fingers gently circled your wrist, coaxing your aim away. “You don’t belong with them, darling. You belong with me.”

Her touch sent a jolt through you, a mix of rage and longing that left you breathless. Every instinct told you to pull away, to fight, to resist—but your body betrayed you. Your weapon slipped from your hand, clattering to the cold stone floor.

A wicked grin tugged at her lips as she leaned in closer, her magic swirling like a storm behind her. “I knew you couldn’t hurt me,” she purred, her thumb brushing away the tear streaking down your cheek. “Even after everything. That’s what makes you so precious.”

“You’re wrong,” you whispered, barely recognizing your own voice.

“Am I?” Her free hand settled against your waist, pulling you closer, and her lips hovered just over yours, agonizingly close. “You were made for this—made for me. You’ve been fighting it, fighting me, but it’s pointless now, isn’t it?”

She kissed you then.

It wasn’t soft or tender; it was a claiming, a searing collision of lips that left you drowning in her. Heat and darkness curled around you like chains, and you felt yourself sinking deeper and deeper.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, a voice screamed at you to fight, to push her away, to remember everything she’d done—but her kiss silenced that voice, snuffing it out like a dying flame.

When she finally pulled back, her lips curled into a satisfied smile as you stood there, dazed and trembling.

“See?” she murmured. “I was right all along.”

Your legs buckled, but she caught you effortlessly, cradling you against her chest as if you were fragile, as if she hadn’t just shattered you in ways you didn’t think possible. Her magic swirled around the two of you, cutting you off from everything else—your team, the mission, the world.

“Let’s leave them behind,” she whispered into your ear. “They never really understood you, not like I do. They’d betray you the moment you slipped up. But me?” Her fingers tilted your chin up to meet her gaze, her lavender eyes burning with an intensity that both terrified and enthralled you. “I would burn the world down for you.”

The days that followed were a haze.

She whisked you away to some hidden realm—a dark, sprawling fortress carved from stone and shadow. There were no windows, no clocks, no sense of time. You couldn’t even tell if it was day or night, only that every moment was hers.

Agatha didn’t need chains to keep you; her magic made sure of that. The castle itself obeyed her commands, the walls shifting to keep you from finding a way out. She didn’t keep you locked in a cell, though—no, she wanted you to feel at home.

You hated her for it. And yet, her care was insidious. She’d appear at odd hours, bringing warm food, soft blankets, or whispered reassurances that you couldn’t help but latch onto in your confusion. Her magic was everywhere, dulling your mind and wrapping you in a sense of safety so false it made your skin crawl.

Still, there were moments when her cruelty slipped through, sharp and cutting like shards of glass.

“You’re thinking of them again, aren’t you?” she’d ask one evening, her voice as calm as ever while you stared out at nothing, lost in thought.

You stiffened. “I’m not.”

“Oh, but you are.” She appeared behind you, her hands sliding around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. Her touch sent shivers down your spine, and you hated how easily your body responded to her. “Your little team. The ones you think will come save you.”

“They will.”

Her laugh was dark, amused. “I’d like to see them try. Do you really think they care? After you hesitated back there? After they saw you drop the weapon?”

Her words dug into you like claws, pulling apart the fabric of your resolve. She turned you to face her, and the way she looked at you—possessive, hungry, almost reverent—made your chest tighten.

“You’re mine now,” she said, her voice low and final. “The sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll see how much better it is here with me.”

Her lips found yours again, and this time you didn’t resist.

She wanted to break you. That much was clear.

But in some twisted, horrifying way, she loved you. Not just as a prize or a possession, but with a depth that bordered on obsession. It was in the way she touched you—her hands lingering as if memorizing every inch of your skin. In the way her eyes softened when you finally let yourself cry, her fingers carding through your hair as she murmured, “There, there, my love. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

She knew exactly when to push and when to pull, when to smother you with love and when to strip you bare with her words.

“You’re the only thing that matters,” she told you one night, lying beside you in the massive, canopied bed she’d conjured for you both. Her fingers traced lazy circles along your arm, her magic humming faintly against your skin. “The world can burn for all I care, as long as I have you.”

And as the days turned to weeks, your resistance crumbled piece by piece.

You hated yourself for it.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to hate her.

When the time came to fully join her—to stand by her side as she unveiled her plans to the world—you didn’t hesitate.

Agatha’s smile when you took her hand was brighter than the sun. “You’ve made me so happy, my love.”

Your heart clenched, the shadows of your betrayal pressing down on you, but you pushed them away. You couldn’t go back now. Not after everything.

Not when her hand felt so warm in yours.

Agatha finally had what she wanted: you. And with you at her side, the world would bow—or burn.

The air in the throne room crackled with energy as Agatha stood at its center, her presence commanding and undeniable. You were at her side, the shadows dancing across her face and casting her sharp features in a sinister, ethereal light. Around the room, magical constructs—nightmarish creations of her design—moved like sentinels, guarding the space where she intended to enact the final phase of her plan.

"Are you ready?" she asked, turning to you with a look that sent a shiver down your spine. Her voice was soft, but it carried an edge that demanded loyalty.

You swallowed hard, your gaze flitting to the towering window where the sky churned unnaturally, her power distorting the very fabric of the world. You weren’t sure if you’d ever truly feel ready, but your heart and mind were no longer your own. You nodded.

"Good," she purred, her hand caressing your cheek. The touch sent a flood of warmth through your body, but it only deepened the void inside you where guilt and doubt festered. "With you at my side, there's nothing I can't accomplish."

Her fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up so your eyes met hers. That look of devotion, almost manic in its intensity, was impossible to break away from. "You’ve chosen wisely, darling," she said, her lips brushing against yours in a feather-light touch. "This world will kneel before us. No more war, no more suffering. It’ll be perfect. Don’t you want that?"

Her words stirred something in you—hope, twisted and malformed, warped by her manipulations. You wanted to believe her, to cling to her promises of a better world. But deep down, something fragile and human still screamed against the suffocating darkness.

"I do," you whispered, though your voice felt like it belonged to someone else. "I want to believe you."

Agatha’s smile widened, radiant and terrifying. She kissed you again, this time with a ferocity that left you breathless. "And you will, my love. Soon, you’ll see I’ve done all of this for you."

The day of reckoning began at sunrise—or what should have been sunrise. The sky was an unnatural shade of deep purple, fissures of light and shadow splitting the horizon as Agatha summoned her magic into a pulsating sphere high above her fortress. It crackled with dark energy, absorbing the power from every corner of the globe as her control expanded.

You stood beside her, dressed in darkened tactical armor that she had crafted for you, a blend of your old life and her domain. Your team’s absence hung like a heavy weight on your soul, but you hadn’t seen or heard from them since the castle’s takeover weeks ago.

As you watched Agatha weave her spells, you couldn’t shake the growing unease gnawing at you. The world was breaking apart under her power, and even though she looked at you with such overwhelming love, her madness was undeniable.

"Tell me something," you said softly, your voice barely cutting through the din of energy surging around the room. "Why me? Why go through all this trouble?"

Agatha froze mid-motion, her hands glowing faintly as she lowered them. Her head tilted, and for a moment, you thought she might lash out at you. Instead, she stepped closer, her expression softening with something close to vulnerability.

"You’re the only light I’ve ever known," she said simply. Her hands cupped your face, her thumb tracing your jawline as she spoke. "The world is ugly and cruel. No one can be trusted. But you… you were different. You burned so brightly, so purely. Even when you hated me, I could see the goodness in you. And I couldn’t let it go."

Her words hit something raw inside you, but they carried a disturbing undercurrent of possession. You weren’t sure if she loved you or if she simply couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. Maybe it was both.

When your team finally arrived, you felt their presence before you saw them. The tension shifted, a familiar, sharp energy cutting through Agatha’s magic. Her attention snapped to the entrance as the sound of boots echoed down the long corridor.

"You called them here," she hissed, rounding on you, suspicion flashing in her eyes.

"I didn’t!" you insisted, hands raised defensively.

She didn’t look convinced, but before she could press further, the double doors at the far end of the room burst open. Your captain stormed in first, weapon raised, followed by the rest of your battered but determined team. Their faces were gaunt, their eyes blazing with fury as they took in the sight of you standing by Agatha’s side.

"Stand down!" your captain shouted, his voice ringing through the chamber. "We’re here to bring you home. This isn’t who you are!"

Your chest tightened, your gaze flickering to Agatha, whose sneer deepened as she raised a hand to conjure a barrier between them and her.

"They don’t understand you like I do," she whispered, her tone dripping with venom. "They’d throw you away in a heartbeat. They don’t deserve you, my love."

"You’re wrong," you said, though your voice faltered.

"Am I?" she pressed, her hand gripping yours tightly. Her magic rippled through you, intoxicating and numbing all at once. "Tell me, darling. Who’s been by your side this entire time? Who understands the depths of who you are? They abandoned you. I saved you."

The weight of her words crushed down on you, but your captain’s voice cut through the haze. "You don’t have to do this. Whatever she’s done to you, we’ll undo it. You can come back to us. Please."

For a split second, you hesitated.

Agatha noticed.

Her grip on your hand tightened painfully, and her magic surged, coiling around you like chains. "Don’t listen to them!" she snarled, her voice sharper now, desperate. "You’re mine. You belong to me. And if I have to tear this world apart to prove it, I will."

The choice was suffocating, unbearable. You could feel the pull of your old life, the camaraderie, the trust you once had with your team. But then there was Agatha, her presence a blazing inferno of passion, possessiveness, and twisted love.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words that came out weren’t your own:

"I choose her."

The devastation on your team’s faces would haunt you forever. But as Agatha pulled you into her arms, her triumphant laughter echoing through the chamber, you knew there was no turning back.

You belonged to her now—utterly, irrevocably. And the world would kneel before you both.

The world did kneel.

Agatha’s conquest unfolded with a relentless, merciless precision. With you at her side, she unleashed her magic across nations, bending governments and armies to her will. The fissures she created in reality itself carved through cities, marking the end of resistance. Darkness swept the planet, but to her, it was a new dawn—your dawn.

And you were her beloved crown jewel.

You couldn’t pinpoint the moment you stopped struggling. Maybe it was during the endless nights spent at her side, wrapped in her arms as she whispered dreams of your eternal reign. Maybe it was the way she smiled so sweetly at you, like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered. Or maybe it was her power, subtle and insidious, weaving its way into your very soul until it became impossible to know where she ended and you began.

Your team tried one last desperate attack against her empire.

It was brutal, swift, and inevitable.

You saw them fall, one by one, as Agatha watched with a calm, satisfied smile. She let you witness the devastation, ensuring you were there to deliver the final blow that shattered their hope entirely. When the captain, battered and broken, looked up at you with disbelief and betrayal in his eyes, his final words carved into you like a brand.

"We were your family."

You hesitated for a fleeting moment—but then Agatha’s hand brushed yours, and the doubt faded like smoke on the wind. You struck the blow that ended him, the silence that followed so deafening you thought the earth had swallowed you whole.

Agatha pulled you into her arms as your knees gave way, cradling you like a child. "Hush now, my love," she cooed, her fingers threading through your hair as tears slipped silently down your face. "It had to be this way. They would never have let us be together."

You couldn’t speak.

Her lips ghosted over your ear, her voice soothing, almost tender. "This is the world I promised you—a world where we can be free. No one will ever stand between us again."

Years passed, though time in the world she’d created seemed to move differently. Her kingdom stretched far and wide, a dark utopia shaped by her vision and your unwavering place at her side. The sun rarely broke through the constant storm-churned skies, but Agatha insisted it was beautiful—a reflection of her power and devotion.

You’d become a myth among her people: the warrior who stood beside the dark queen, her chosen beloved, as much a god in their eyes as she was.

Still, late at night, when the castle was quiet, and her magic draped around you like a suffocating shroud, you couldn’t stop the ghostly echoes of the life you’d left behind from haunting you.

"What are you thinking about, darling?" Agatha’s voice would break the stillness, soft but edged with a hint of suspicion.

"Nothing," you’d reply, your voice hollow.

Her hand would tilt your face toward hers, her expression unreadable as her lavender eyes searched your own. There was always an edge to her affection, a warning that you belonged to her and her alone.

She kissed you then, as if sealing that ownership—a kiss that left you drowning in the storm of her power, drowning in her love.

It didn’t matter that a part of you still whispered of regret, still longed for something lost.

She had won.

And in the end, so had you.

A dark queen and her devoted consort, ruling a broken world, eternally bound by love, obsession, and betrayal.

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