#Interaction: Aggie

[sunflowerandsunshinebaby]

Redo of Little Aggie Board

Decided to redo my original!

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks @aggies-little-duck @kawaiipeacemusic

[rainbowpufflez]

Was talking with @toiletphotoshoot last night and we decided that we, as a community, should be allowed to set Lysandre on fire

[kittykittyanon]

SHIT I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY IM SORRY

are you sure youre alright though? make sure you rehydrate after all that crying. but go on, keep your chin up. youre all that and more

GAHHH NOOO DON'T APOLOGIZE!! it was a good cry!!

ouug.. ouhg.. ouuuauuhghh... you're sso. /pos ueueueueueueue

"are you sure youre alright though? make sure you rehydrate after all that crying. but go on, keep your chin up. youre all that and more" hwat if i start cryign again. what if im already tearing up- (/hj /lh)

agh. aaauuugh. auuaugh. thanb uou aggieeh 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

big sibling of the year. you are the most ever. (o´▽`o)ﾉ thank you so much, i can't even express how much this all means to me.

[velveteen-vampire]

thinking itd be fun to open a whiteboard room n link it here. we could have fun....

[fanfiction-collection]

they're so cute 💙

[fiorserpen]

agatha breathes a heavy sigh, sitting in the back of her shop and relaxing on her couch. today has been surprisingly busy! maybe she should— oh. she glances up, seeing lust enter her shop through the back door. " lust! i-i d-didn't know you were going to drop by today. " she giggles softly, standing to wrap her arms around her. she would tell her she doesn't have to sneak in through the back door, but she understands it. the people here aren't particularly accepting of her, which is unfortunate. agatha leans up a little, kissing her cheek. " i was just d-debating if i wanted to head home early o-or j-j-just relax back here for a little while and start again w-when i feel less overwhelmed. "

@hariolor / starter call.

[agrebel18]

me blocking almost every hot take/confessions account from fandoms that i'm in is such a self care move

[shush-you-insolent-fool]

I still have one exam left (technically 2 but shhhhhh) but after this fucker is over I WILL BE DRAWING SO MUCH IT WILL NOT EVEN BE FUNNY

This post is also a love note toward the artists/writers/creators in rottmnt for inspiring me to draw instead of doing work :)

[choochooboss]

Sketch dump! Vol. 5

September 2022 (Part 1/2)

The first piece on top summarised my cosplay rush for Tracon 2022! The second is an old idea for a charm.

"SURPRISE!!"

Back in 2022 I hosted an art raffle for reaching 777 followers on Twitter! The winner would get their submas themed idea realised (which was their friends throwing a surprise party for the twins!). I wanted to make a little comic and have the bosses walk in their office where depot agents, Elesa, Drayden, Skyla, Clay etc. would be waiting with decorations and treats and games.

Emmet is all smiles of course while Ingo gets so emotional he could only whisper a "super bravo".

Not really headcanons anymore but still funny ideas.

1. Emmet gets clumsy when off-rhythm! He starts walking in curves if there is nobody else around to match his rhythm with.

2. Emmet spaces out/forgets to say things aloud when someone speaks too long or when things go off-script! His thinking gets interrupted easily.

3. Ingo sometimes bumps into doors because he is too used to automatic doors!

4. When things go off-script Ingo speaks too much and rushes in straight lines"

Also my little inexpensive sketchbook & my trusty tools! Mechanical pencil and eraser pen are life when scribbling my skrimblos smaller than a postage stamp!

More Ingo~ I utilise a wide range of sources for references, including CSP's poseable 3D models, they can come really handy with perspectives and proportions!

The second piece is my very first attempt at cosplay in Tracon 2022: Blingo! I walked in with a sequin hat, leather jacket, leather pants and high heel patent leather boots.

The hardest part of cosplaying Ingo is remembering NOT to smile ahaha!

Some hairstyle tests

I drew these for a huge submas art collaboration over Twitter hosted by @/mimizukeii!! It was technically my first art collab before I started arranging them myself with Aggie/Magma.

While looking for train related songs I found this cute nursery rhyme to go with the marching:

"Over the mountains,

Over the plains,

Over the rivers,

Here come the trains.

Carrying passengers,

Carrying mail,

Bringing their precious loads In without fail"

I wanted to compare these silly twins, planning to do something more silly with them later. Also a sketch of @/fukurow's butler designs I never finished.. The capes compliment them so well, I love them!!

Prequel to this piece! Emmet is so confident in himself he thinks Pierce wants to learn from him but is invited for a duet on the stage instead!!

Emmet has really great voice actors in Pokemas! I especially love how his english VA gives him that bri'ish/posh/sophisticated vibe while also soft and melodic! I know for SURE this VA/Emmet can sing, I can show you later!

One of my favourite sketches!! I wanted to add a bunch of characters in the BG reacting to this sonic blast of emotion over a performance!

Heyyy it's the smile buddies comic!! I really hope Ingo gets to interact with Marnie in Pokemas one day!!

I feel Ingo's eyes in the mirror panel is a little off in the final comic, I meant to keep it softer like in the sketch!

It's Nimbasa trio!! Idea inspired by submas EX uniform colors. Might continue this later!

Some BG tests for this piece! Compositing is hard but absolutely worth the effort, it can make a huge difference in the appeal of your piece!!

Practise piece drawing over a photo I thought was cool! I want to get more experimental with lighting and perspective!

'How's it hanging bro?' Who hung him up there anyway??

Sketch for this arguing scene! Something REALLY BAD needs to happen for them to end up that tense! Even if I want to present them close to the canon material I still want to put them in really challenging situations to see how far I can push their emotions!

Thank you so much for coming all the way down here!! This set was pretty loaded, I hope you enjoyed scrolling through all this ahah!

Previous posts:

Sketch dump Vol. 1: April-June 2022

Sketch dump Vol. 2: July 2022

Sketch dump Vol. 3: August 2022

Sketch dump Vol. 4: July 2022 Part 2

[wstviewvidal]

breakfast- wanda maximoff x r

pairing: fwb!wanda x r

summary: after another night together, it’s hard to tell if wanda sees something past this agreement with you.

a/n: this is the first thing i’ve written in the longest time so im actually super nervous to even put this out. but y oh well?. if u guys don’t like it literally don’t tell me because i’m sensitive and will cry.

edit: pt 2

minors do not interact

“have you thought about what you want to do yet?” wanda asks, rolling to the other side of the bed to retrieve her phone from her night stand, the blanket slipping enough to show her bare back.

a small groan of frustration escapes your throat as you throw a pillow at her face from right next to her, “can you shut up about a plan? i really don’t see a point in doing anything for my birthday. i mean, the last time we went out, aggie almost sold us out”

wanda has always been a step ahead of you, in every way, shape, and form. when you have girls’ nights with your friend group, she knows exactly what you’ll order, the fact that you drink water right after a soda, how long it’ll take for you to get cold and steal her jacket (that she was never going to use and only brought for you)

maybe that’s the reason you fell for her, maybe that’s the reason you’ve been stuck in this endless cycle of being friends with benefits with her.

wanda scoffs and rolls her eyes, “why not? we used to always have count downs for your birthday when we were younger”

that’s true. when you two were still in college, the month leading up to your birthday would be filled with the two of you texting each other ‘two weeks!’ ‘four days!’ ‘tomorrow!’

with a sigh, you get up from the bed and redress yourself with wanda’s black button down and a pair of her pajama shorts.

wanda watches as you dress, playing with a loose thread on her comforter, admiring how you look in her clothes with a glint in her eyes that you can’t quite place.

or maybe you’re just too scared to think it means more than that.

“i don’t know,” you say with a small defeated sigh as you put your hair in a ponytail, “i think the whole ‘birthday joy and excitement’ wore off over time.”

wanda lets out a soft chuckle, propping herself up on an elbow while looking at you with a small smirk.

“jesus, you sound like an adult. when did that happen?”

letting out a small exhale of a laugh, “is that what we are?”

wanda smiles softly at you as you notice her chest is littered with small marks and a bite mark on her left collar bone, reminders of last night. the sunlight peeking through the shut curtains illuminates her face and shows off her green irises, the ends of her hair lighter than they were a few months ago.

she gets out of bed and throws on baggy black sweats and an old t-shirt she’s had since she was seventeen.

a small giggle leaves your lips as you see the shirt, the same deftones shirt you’d gifted to her that same birthday.

picking at her ‘just rolled out of bed’ appearance, “looking hot, wands”

wanda looks over at you, smirking as she passes by you to get to the kitchen and giving you two small but firm taps on your left cheek, “it’s what got you into my bed last night, isn’t it?”

a small blush covers your cheeks, your face now feeling hot after wanda’s flirty tease. taking a deep breath and trying to cover it up before you walk out into her apartments kitchen, you murmur to yourself, “jesus christ”

wanda moves skillfully around her kitchen as she cooks a simple breakfast, which she usually hates making since she’s not a breakfast person, but knowing you’ll have a busy day is the only reason she’s putting herself through the hassle.

“you know,” she begins with her back facing you as she plates the food, “celebrating you is probably one of the easiest things i’ve ever done”

your heart stops for a second. wanda’s not one to say romantic things like this. is this meant to be romantic? or is this wishful thinking?

“please let us celebrate?” almost in a pleading tone, almost.

sighing softly with a small pout adorning her lips, “if you don’t want a party, at least let me take you out.. just us two”

the memory of the two of you at a party when you two were freshly engaged in this new agreement slowly creeps into your mind.

“you ready, bub?” wanda whispers into the crown of your head, giving you a soft forehead kiss as she cradles the side of your face.

the party’s atmosphere has slowly become one of your worst nightmares: sweaty bodies, terrible mixed drinks, and oddly placed furniture.

“please,” you say softly as you lean into her hold, “i wanna go home, i don’t like it here”

a soft chuckle escapes her lips, she knew you wouldn’t make it two hours at this party, but you needed to go out after being cramped inside during midterm season.

“whatever you want,” she replies with a smile. grabbing your hand softly, she leads you through the crowd towards the front door.

“where are you two lovebirds going?” a familiar voice asks as you make it two feet from the door, agatha.

lovebirds. is that what you two looked like? sure, the topic of putting a label on it hasn’t come up.. but then again, you two never go on dates.

unless you count the weekly rendezvous in wanda’s apartment dates.

“i’m taking her home,” wanda replies, moving you behind her slowly and away from agatha.

agatha smirks, placing her hand on her hip in an almost teasing way, “taking her home, huh?”

wanda gives a pleading look to agatha, silently begging her to keep her silence.

agatha straightens up after rolling her eyes, but not before saying a quick quip about their not-so-secret friends with benefits dynamic.

“you’re no fun,” she mumbles under her breath and walks off.

wanda lets out a sigh of relief and guides you with a hand behind your back to her car.

with a small groan, you sit down and begin eating, avoiding her sentence.

you’re almost afraid of people seeing you like that again— clinging to someone who doesn’t see a future with you, just using you as a layover on the way to their real destination.

“please?”

with a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you reluctantly agree.

wanda’s eyes light up and a huge grin appears on her face, “thank you, bub. i’ll plan a party here for you with just our closest friends and then i’ll take you out the night after.”

bub. she hardly ever calls you that anymore, it’s almost like a blast from the past when it slips her lips.

it feels like your heart is physically aching at the sound of it, a reminder of how much simpler time used to be— before your feelings for her got too complicated.

as you two got older and life happened, it seemed as though the two of you stopped being so flirtatious and just saw each other as what you two had agreed on: friends with benefits.

that wasn’t at all what you wanted. in all honesty, the idea of wanda being romantic with another girl that wasn’t you made you sick to your core, it made your heart clench.

but part of you always had the lingering thought and feeling that wanda wanted something else, someone else.

after all, just because the two of you always found each other in bed often didn’t mean she didn’t date other people and have flings.

“you’re such a sweetheart,” you say softly as you continue with your eyes on your plate.

what you didn’t see was wanda trying to hide a smile and blush behind a fork full of food.

[wandaslittlelove]

Forever?

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Warnings: A little angst

Flashbacks

After the last trial which had involved a lot of singing everyone had decided to rest. Your head lay in Rio’s lap as she softly petted your hair. It had been so long since the both of you had gotten the chance to rest with constantly having to collect souls and giving the gift of life. Rio being death meant she didn’t need to rest or breath or even eat but she still occasionally did those things. But with you being life you had to do many things mortals did. Given you did not have to do it often.

Across from you both Agatha sat watching silently. It had been a long time since she last saw you both. The last time she had seen you both was centuries ago. It wasn’t long after Rio had to take Nicky. You had wanted to apologize and tell her how he was doing.

“Aggie” You whispered as you stood behind her. Rio was a couple steps behind you. She had a feeling this wasn’t going to go well.

“Why are you here” Agatha spoke with a venom in her voice that you had never heard before. You shift awkwardly.

“Nicky he-” You were cut off by a sting on your cheek. Bringing your hand up you looked at her in shock. Rio stepped forward protectively. She may love Agatha but the bond the two of you shared was something special.

“Don’t you ever speak his name again. If I could kill you I would. I hate you. Both of you.” Her words were laced with venom as she spoke. It felt like knives burying themselves into your chest every time she spoke. “I don’t know why I ever loved you” With that she walked away. Leaving you standing there as Rio held onto you. You knew she was hurt too.

Now watching the both of you she couldn’t help but feel a pang in her chest. You both looked peaceful in each other's embrace. Something she had envied when the three of you were together. The both of you had loved her deeply and never made her feel left out but she knew that you both would always have a bond she wasn’t a part of. Bound together by great forces.

Glancing back she watches as you stir slightly and Rio whispers soft words to you. Your powers were a mysterious thing. You could create life. You watched over everything living and got to hear the dreams of others. You could see people's paths but you were never able to interfere. With your powers came a price though. Nightmares plagued you constantly. You could never rest peacefully.

Her eyes drift from you up to Rio who was still whispering to you. Although Rio was death she was quite soft with you and her when they were together. Rio often had a hard time sympathizing with others. She had been the one to take Nicky's soul and lead him to the afterlife. Had been the one to take him while she was sleeping.

Her gaze quickly flew away from you both when Rio had looked up at her but after a few seconds her gaze drifted back. Rio was still looking at her as her hand continued sliding through your hair. You laid still. Your eyes shut as you curled into Rio.

“How long are you back?” Agatha asked as she brushed the hair out of your face. You were laying in her lap as the three of you sat in the forest.

“Only a couple days. Maybe less” Rio answered. There was no telling how long you both could stay but the three of you always hoped it would be long enough. Agatha’s hand fell to your side as she pulled you closer, her other hand reaching out for Rio who gladly took it and leaned into her side.

“I love you” She whispered to the both of you as she let herself relax in your presence.

“I love you” Rio whispered as you know had your eyes open looking up at her. Agatha watched the interaction. How Rio gave you a real smile and how you reached out for her. Her gaze falls over to Teen who was resting peacefully on the makeshift bed. He almost died today. Her smile falters.

“If you do this I’ll hate you forever. Please my loves” Agatha cried as she leaned against the tree all sweaty. You could feel her baby slowly slipping away. The life and warmth of him is fading. You watched as Agatha’s eyes found yours “Please”

She looked at you both again. She wanted to be over there with you both. Joining in on the whispered words and feeling both of your embraces but she wouldn’t let herself. Her heart is aching for the both of you but her mind is still filled with hatred.

“Nicky?!” Agatha called out desperately into the woods as she chased after him. She stopped though when she saw the sight in front of her.

You were kneeled down as you inspected a wound on his knee. She watched the golden light slip from your fingers onto him and then his wound was gone. She watched as he went to thank you but instead let out a loud cough. Looking up she saw Rio behind a tree and suddenly she felt sick.

“Nicky come on” She shouted, making herself known. Nicky quickly ran over to her and grabbed her hand while apologizing for running away. She looked back at you and watched your eyes light up as you looked at her. It had been years since the three of you last saw each other. Agatha constantly avoided the both of you any way she could. You opened your mouth to speak but Agatha turned away and started walking.

Agatha’s breath caught in her throat the second you looked at her. So many memories were coming back full force and she could feel her walls tumbling. Without thinking she stood and made her way towards you both. There were no words as she dropped in front of you both. No words as she brought both of you into a tight hug. When the three of you pulled away her hands rested on both your faces.

“I'm so sorry. I love you”

“I’m so sorry. I love you” Agatha whimpered as she reached out for the both of you. You both stood frozen as you stared at her stomach. You could feel another life inside of her. You and Rio were only gone for a month and she had-

“My love’s please it was an accident” She went to reach out for you but Rio stepped in between you both. She was hurt. How could Agatha do this?

“Please forgive me” She cried.

“Please forgive me” She whispered as she held onto the both of you tightly. In a flash you had thrown yourself into the witches arms as tears began rolling down your face. Her arms were quick to wrap around you as she held you close. Glancing up at Rio she watched as she hesitated before nodding.

“I love you. I love you” She cried. The other witches had all woken up by now and were shocked at the sight in front of them. “I want you both forever” Her hands cradled your face as she kissed you. Once the both of you pulled away she pulled Rio into a kiss.

“We’ll be together forever right?” you spoke into the quiet of the night. Your back was resting against Agatha’s front and Rio was leaning into her side.

“Forever. And when I die I’ll be both of yours for eternity” Agatha whispered as she held both of you. Rio chuckled at her words and cuddled further into her.

Forever Agatha thought as she looked at the both of you.

[beauclary]

the way she responds to him is enough to stir a deep ache in his chest ; beau watches with eyes narrowed in something caught between confusion and concern as her own gaze widens like a deer in the headlights at the sight of him. and then she's scurrying away, allowing not only distance but obstacles between them as if he posed some sort of threat to her, and for a moment, it's all beau can do to look on at her, his movements stilled as he tries instead to wrap his mind around what it is he's seeing. agnes, of course ― he'd recognize her in a heartbeat, he thinks, no matter the circumstances ― but even in the low light of late night and in the absence of any blatant and life-threatening injury, it's clear to him that something's off. she's not okay.

❝ aggie, ❞ beau repeats gently, but this time, his hands instinctively to mirror his speech as he recalls her name sign. goodness gracious, how long had it been since he'd signed? he thinks about how fluid it had been at one point, how fluent he'd been. he doesn't suppose it's been lost, not by any means, but in much the way that a man might always know how to ride a bike after learning as a child, it takes a few seconds for the muscle memory to return to him. ❝ it's beau. do you remember me? beau? ❞ his hands are the only part of his body that moves as he asks the question aloud ; he doesn't make any attempt to step closer, not wanting to frighten her further. but, oh, what could've happened to her? ❝ it's okay if you don't. i bet i look different now. ❞ a hand gestures toward his face to punctuate the words, to the scruff lining his jaw and the permanent shadows lingering under his eyes, but his lips are upturned in a gentle smile. ❝ but i won't hurt you, i promise. ❞

he glances down toward the hoodie still clutched in his hand and then back up toward her. beau reaches out and tosses the warm garment onto a nearby rail before taking a few steps back, putting several feet of space between himself and his offering, as if coaxing a fearful, feral animal out of a corner. ❝ it's cold. you should wear a jacket.❞

The stars were the only good part about all this. No matter where you were in the city now, if you had a view of the sky, you had a view. Even her overturned SUV had had a beautiful one out the back window, straight upwards at an angle along the street that had run downhill, framing the moon's path between the buildings as it rose into the sky. Like a big lantern surrounded by fireflies.

Up here, though, up here was like standing among the stars themselves, surrounded by them safe up high where the chompers and The Men couldn't get her. It was like flying while having your feet on the ground the entire time. It was heaven.

Then there's that sound again, the one that sounds familiar and forbidden at the same time. Like a slur or a bad word. But it's not the word that catches her attention, not really... but the voice. First, it's that it's male, and this has her instinctively flinching away, body shrinking into itself as She makes herself small and skittering around to put the stone bench there between them. Though he was still between herself and her means of escaping the overlook.

After a beat, he speaks again, and this time it's the familiarity of his voice that sinks in a little bit, perking her ears as She stares at him, struggling to see past just 'Man'. Eyeing his outstretched hand and the jacket held there, She made no move to take it, or even come closer, rather shying away from it with something akin to a scared animal's whimper.

[kittykittyanon]

kitty

kittykittykittykittykitty

how many hours until your birthday (hours in you timezone)

it's 12 midnight for me so its feb 8 rn if you want the specifics,, but i'll go eepy eep soon so when i wake up innnn,,,,,,, 8-10 hours from now ((just a very broad assumption cuz my sleep schedule is all over the place ☆⌒(>。<))) it'll be somewhat morning and i'll be getting ready to go out after an hour or three of waking up!!

so i won't be active on tumblr untillll — like,, 8pm where i'm at cause that's when i'll be back home!! (≧▽≦)/ (≧▽≦)/

[claramelooo]

WOVEN FATES (6/20)

Things are heating up around here, huh? Ready to melt?

What a hot chapter!!!

Be prepared and enjoy <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio X Fem Reader

Summary: After a long day, you see something that would change you forever.

Hey! Now I've a masterlist.

Desire

The next morning, the mansion was silent, but the atmosphere felt charged with something invisible, like static electricity in the air. You woke up to the soft light filtering through the window, Lucky still sleeping beside you, and a strange sensation of relief mixed with anxiety. Something was changing, but you couldn't quite define what.

Getting dressed that morning was a different experience. There was calm—a luxury you couldn’t afford before. You no longer had to grab the first piece of clothing you saw in the closet or calculate every minute to leave the house an hour early. That wasn’t necessary anymore. Not when Agatha took you, and Rio picked you up at the end of the day.

Now, you could wake up without rushing, stretch beside Lucky, tend to your meticulously arranged plants by the window, and finally, choose your outfit with care. You opted for a soft and comfortable cappuccino-brown T-shirt, loose around the arms but fitted at the bust. The V-neck added a casual touch, contrasting with the dark brown tailored pants that hugged your waist perfectly. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and for a rare moment, you felt beautiful.

As you walked downstairs toward the kitchen, a muffled sound caught your attention—the clinking of silverware, the rustling of fabric, the faint sizzle of something in a frying pan. You stopped at the entrance and saw Rio with her back to you, leaning over the stove, visibly confused about what she was trying to do. Her fingers drummed impatiently against the counter as she kept one eye on the coffee maker and the other on the culinary disaster unfolding before her.

The corner of your mouth lifted involuntarily. It was rare to see her like this—distracted, slightly clumsy.

“Good morning,” you announced, trying to suppress a laugh.

Rio startled slightly before turning her head in your direction, her eyes immediately scanning you. She seemed to assess you for a brief second before smiling.

"Hello, darling." Her voice was husky from sleep, and she turned off the stove to give you her full attention.

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head toward the scene before you. “Hm… where are the staff?”

Rio let out a dramatic sigh. “The cook had to step away, and now I’m paying the price for never learning how to cook.”

You looked at the frying pan and tried to hide a grimace. The bacon was reduced to ashes, and the pan looked like a war victim.

Rio followed your gaze and shook her head in resignation. “Before you say anything—yes, I know it looks bad. But I think it’s still edible.”

You let out a soft laugh, stepping closer. “I can try…” You gestured toward the stove, offering sincerely.

Rio crossed her arms, tilting her head. “You don’t have to, sweetheart. I’ll manage.” But her eyes betrayed her hesitation as they flicked to the ruined food.

“I’d really like to try.” Your voice came out softer than expected.

Rio held your gaze for a moment, then smiled and stepped back, giving you space.

As you cracked eggs into a new pan, you glanced at her casually. “Where’s Agatha?”

Rio leaned against the counter, watching you with amusement in her eyes. “Still asleep. Aggie is not a morning person.”

The way she said it, with a touch of affection hidden in her tone, made you smile without even realizing it.

Rio just leaned slightly against the counter, arms crossed as she observed you. “Are you okay?” she finally asked, her voice low, almost casual, but you could feel the weight behind the words.

“Yes... I think so,” you replied, not entirely sure. “I mean... I’m sorry about what happened yesterday. I didn’t want to cause trouble for you or Agatha.”

Rio let out a short, humorless laugh, shaking her head. “Trouble? Girl, you don’t know what trouble is.” Her expression softened quickly, almost as if she wanted to correct herself. “What happened yesterday was... unexpected, but it wasn’t a big deal.”

You lowered your gaze, unsure how to respond. It was always like this with Rio—she said so much in so few words, yet it felt like she was holding back even more.

With a light sigh, you placed the scrambled eggs and bacon on a plate and stepped closer, serving her almost ceremoniously. Your hesitant fingers brushed over her hand in a gesture that surprised both you and the slightly intrigued expression on Rio’s face.

“Rio, I—” you began, your voice carrying something between hesitation and need. “I wanted to thank you… for helping my brother. He was really happy.”

Josh’s satisfied voice and smile from that day flashed in your memory—you were happy for your brother. But something was still missing, and you knew it.

Rio watched you for a moment before her expression softened slightly. A hint of satisfaction flickered in her gaze.

“I told you I’d help, didn’t I?”

“Yes…” You nodded, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Something inside you knew you had to choose your words carefully, had to find a way to address what really mattered. “And I’m very grateful. But… what about my job?”

You noticed the subtle shift in Rio’s posture. Her body tensed for a brief moment, her thumb tracing an almost imperceptible pattern against your skin before she slowly released your hand.

Rio kept her eyes locked on yours, her dark gaze studying every detail of you with an intensity hard to decipher. She hesitated for a moment, and when she finally spoke, her voice was almost gentle—but firm enough to leave no room for debate.

"I’ve thought about it." She subtly twisted the ring on her finger, a distracted habit, as if carefully choosing her words. "You already have a job, bunny. Your internship with Agatha."

You felt the weight of that sentence. It was true, but it wasn’t the answer you were expecting.

“But the internship isn’t paid,” you argued, frowning. “And I—”

“—And you don’t need to worry about that,” Rio interrupted softly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Money shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but something in her tone made your voice falter.

“Maybe…” Rio tilted her head slightly, her fingers brushing along your wrist absentmindedly, sending a strange shiver down your spine. “An allowance could be a solution. You could focus on your studies, on what really matters, without having to chase after some random job.”

Her words hit you in a strange way, something warm and unsettling spreading in your chest.

“An allowance?” You repeated, more to buy time than out of real confusion.

Rio smiled slightly, as if your surprise was endearing. As if you were being stubborn for refusing something so simple.

"Yeah, little one. You don’t need to worry about these things." She tightened her grip on your wrist, almost like a warning. "Leave that to me."

You bit your lip, feeling your pride twist inside you, that old need for independence screaming at you not to accept it. You had always handled things on your own. You always knew that relying on others meant giving them power over you. But Rio already had power over you, didn’t she?

And deep down, something about the way she said leave that to me made your stomach sink in a way you weren’t sure was fear or something else.

Before your thoughts could go any further, the unmistakable sound of Agatha’s heels echoed through the kitchen. Each step felt deliberately measured, filling the space with her presence before she even fully appeared.

She walked in—impeccable, as always—dressed in black with an almost cruel elegance. Her flawless brown hair cascaded in waves, framing her sharp features and enhancing her poised stance. Her gaze landed on you immediately, assessing every detail of your presence. But to your surprise, there was no trace of anger or impatience—just that ever-present intensity in her eyes.

"Good morning." Agatha’s voice was soft but carried an undeniable authority. You felt your face heat up, memories of the previous night rushing back. Your eyes dropped to the cup in your hands.

"Good morning," you replied, barely above a whisper. After a moment of silence, you hesitated before adding, "Agatha, I... about last night... I’m sorry."

She raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem surprised by your attempt at an apology. "There’s no need to repeat that," she said, reaching for a slice of bread. Her tone wasn’t cold, but there was a hint of impatience, making it clear she had no interest in dwelling on the past.

"But I—" you started, your voice slightly trembling.

"It’s over," she cut you off, her gaze now fixed on you. "I accept your apology. It’s not something we’ll be revisiting."

Agatha glided over to the counter, stopping beside Rio and pulling her in for a kiss—one that you, despite your lack of experience, could tell was anything but ordinary.

They kissed with an intensity you had never seen before, so tangible that you felt your cheeks flush just from watching. Agatha’s hands slid along the curve of Rio’s waist, pulling her closer, as if trying to fuse their bodies together.

The tension between them was palpable, anything but discreet, like a silent electric current. Rio took a step to the side, slightly unsteady, still intoxicated by her wife’s scent.

Agatha took your nearly empty cup from your hands with a gesture that was both gentle and firm. For a brief moment, her fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. She turned the cup between her fingers as if she were evaluating something beyond what the eye could see before handing it back to you.

"I see you're ready," she said, her voice low, charged with authority—but lacking the sharpness you had expected. "We leave in five minutes."

Rio cast a quick glance at Agatha but said nothing, merely stirring her coffee again, a nearly imperceptible smile on her lips.

A tense silence followed, but Agatha’s directness felt more like a relief than anything else. You nodded slowly, your cheeks still warm, and focused on drinking your hot chocolate.

You nearly choked on it. "What?"

She arched an eyebrow again, as if daring you to question her. "You heard me. Go get your things."

"I can go alone, you know. There's no need to worry," you tried to argue—more out of reflex than actual conviction.

"This isn’t up for discussion," she replied, sharp but not unkind. There was something in her expression that made it seem as though, despite her tone, the decision was final—and, in some way, more about her than about you.

Rio watched the interaction in silence, a faint smile playing on her lips but not interfering. When you hesitated, unsure whether to argue further, Agatha tilted her head slightly, as if gauging your reaction.

"Trust me, dear," she finally said, her tone low and layered with a deeper meaning.

You nodded, a little nervous but also strangely moved by the gesture. Something about the way she said it felt... protective, even if it was masked by her usual stern demeanor.

"Then go," Agatha repeated, and you nearly jumped from your seat, mumbling another "thank you" before hurrying off to your room.

As soon as you disappeared down the hall, Rio spoke, breaking the silence. "You're going to scare her off with that approach, you know?"

Agatha took a sip of her coffee, not taking her eyes off the door you had just walked through. "But I didn’t do anything," she said, turning her attention back to her phone.

Rio let out a low chuckle, shaking her head, but said nothing more.

The car slid smoothly through the city streets. The muffled hum of the engine filled the almost oppressive silence inside the vehicle. You sat in the passenger seat, your hands restless in your lap, trying to focus on the passing urban landscape outside the window. But it was impossible to ignore Agatha’s presence beside you—the scent of her perfume, her impeccable posture, the way she held the steering wheel with an almost exaggerated elegance.

You had always found her intimidating, but at that moment, the proximity was unsettling. Part of you wanted to stay silent, to respect her quiet nature, but another part—the more impulsive and anxious one—couldn’t stand the idea of letting the ride pass without saying something.

Should you speak? About what? And how could you make it sound natural?

Ignoring all the intrusive thoughts, you adjusted your posture in the leather seat and focused on the view outside, as if looking at her was too difficult. Then, you decided to take a risk.

"I’ve been thinking about your films..." Your voice sounded hesitant, and you immediately wanted to bite your tongue, but you pushed forward. "It’s impossible not to admire how you... bring stories to life."

Agatha arched a brow slightly, which already felt like a victory. You swallowed hard and rushed to continue.

"For example, Whispers in the Dark..." you began, your fingers twisting in your lap. "I’ve watched it at least ten times. It’s brilliant. The way you film the characters’ eyes... it’s like the silence speaks louder than the words. And that play of light and shadow? It feels like every scene has a hidden layer, like you want the audience to feel like voyeurs but without knowing exactly what they’re witnessing."

Agatha didn’t answer immediately, but you noticed the corner of her lips twitch in a barely perceptible smile.

"You noticed that..." she said, her voice low and faintly surprised. "Few understand the true intention behind that film. It wasn’t meant to be obvious... it was meant to be unsettling."

"And it is. Impossible not to be, actually..." you said quickly, encouraged by the fact that she hadn’t cut you off. "That scene where Diana is alone in the room, looking into the mirror, and the camera focuses on her reflection but never on her real face? It’s like... like the reflection is more real than she is. Like she’s hiding who she really is. That was your intention, wasn’t it?"

Agatha’s eyes finally left the road and landed on you for a brief second. Something flickered in the deep blue—maybe recognition, or maybe a hint of pleasure at seeing someone grasp her intent.

"Hmm... Observant," she admitted, her tone almost praising but still laced with her usual reserve. "The reflection represented what she couldn’t admit to herself. The audience was supposed to feel that discomfort, that duality."

You nodded eagerly, feeling your heart race. "I felt that! It was like... like I was invading her privacy, but at the same time, she wanted to be seen. It’s so rare to find a film that makes you feel something that visceral."

Agatha smiled again, this time more noticeably, her lips curving into a gesture that seemed to know too much—almost like a silent challenge. The movement brought out the soft lines around her eyes, an expression that was as confident as it was disarming.

"You really have a good eye, don’t you?" she said, her voice low, husky, carrying something that made your heart race.

"I can’t help it," you replied, feeling your mouth act before your brain. The words came out laced with a raw honesty you didn’t know you had the courage to verbalize. "Your films are… different. They get under your skin. Mine, at least."

Agatha’s eyes flickered toward the road, but something in her posture shifted subtly. Her shoulders, once so rigid, relaxed almost imperceptibly, and silence settled between you. But it wasn’t an empty silence. It was heavy, dense, as if the words left unsaid hovered between you, filling every inch of the car with a nearly palpable tension.

As the car began to slow, Agatha parked with precision a few blocks from the university. She kept her gaze fixed on the steering wheel for a moment before speaking, her voice low but commanding:

"You get out here."

The order was direct, breaking the small spell of the moment. You knew it was inevitable, but still, the coldness of her words made something inside you wither. Of course, you couldn’t be seen together. Any "special treatment" you were getting had to remain a well-kept secret.

You were about to reach for your backpack in the backseat when she continued:"I’m giving a lecture today. I want you there."

The surprise made you freeze. "M-me?"

Finally, she turned to you, and her eyes held you captive. It was as if she were stripping you bare with that gaze, assessing you, testing you, but also… desiring you. She adjusted the collar of your blouse, her fingers grazing the skin of your neck. "Yes. Pay attention."

"I will," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper, unable to hide the small smile forming on your lips. But as you leaned down to grab your backpack from the car floor, the unexpected happened.

Agatha’s hand reached for it at the same time as yours, and the touch was brief but charged with electricity.

The tips of her fingers brushed against yours, and the simple contact sent a shiver down your spine, heat rising to your cheeks and trailing down paths you tried to ignore.

She didn’t pull her hand away immediately. On the contrary, she pressed her fingers against yours with a firm but gentle touch, as if trying to hold you in place. Her gaze dropped to the small scar on your finger from yesterday’s cut. She brushed over it lightly, and you shivered at the touch—so subtle, so unlike anything you’d expect from Agatha.

She leaned in, just enough that your noses almost touched. Her perfume—floral and mysterious, a forbidden garden of black roses—wrapped around you, leaving you frozen, unable to look away from those piercing blue eyes that now seemed to consume you whole.

Her proximity was intoxicating, like standing at the edge of a cliff, feeling the rush of a possible fall.

"Behave for me. Be good for me." She whispered, her voice trembling, full of promise and control. Every word seemed to sink straight into your core, your clit pulsing, reverberating in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You nodded, your breath caught in your throat, as if your entire body were tangled up in hers. The way she held your hand was contradictory—possessive yet incredibly delicate. It was as if she were studying you, playing with you like a cat with its prey.

Then, just as quickly as she had leaned in, Agatha pulled away, releasing your hand slowly, almost reluctantly, and handing you your backpack with a precise movement. The car door opened, but you were still dazed, her touch burning into your skin as if she had left an invisible mark.

"I’ll be," you repeated, your voice weaker than you intended, your eyes still locked onto hers. There was something in the way she looked at you—like she already knew the effect she had on you. Like she already knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.

She didn’t reply. As soon as you closed the door and took a few steps, the car drove off smoothly, disappearing around the corner. You stood there for a few seconds, heart pounding. For the first time, you felt like you had carved out a small space within the fortress that was Agatha Harkness.

You walked through the hallways, your heart still racing—not from academic pressure, but from the fresh memory of Agatha. Of course, her lecture was the highlight of the day, and everyone seemed excited about it, but what you felt was something entirely different. Nervousness mixed with admiration and… something deeper you preferred not to analyze too much.

At the entrance of your classroom, Peter was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, a mischievous smile on his face. Next to him, Darcy was scrolling through her phone with a bored expression, probably mentally complaining about something.

"Finally!" Peter exclaimed when he saw you. "I thought you’d been kidnapped by that grumpy cat."

"Lucky is not grumpy," you replied, trying to hide a smile.

"But he’s definitely not friendly," Darcy added without looking up from her phone. "Shit." She huffed, sounding frustrated.

"What’s wrong?" you asked.

"I’m trying to see if anyone backed out of Harkness’s lecture. Come on! They announced it so suddenly that I didn’t have time to sign up. There are literally no spots left!" Darcy whined. You knew how much she admired Agatha.

And the fact that you needed to register just to be in the same room as her didn’t surprise you. If anything, it made more sense now. Agatha was a busy woman—she wouldn’t waste her time with an audience that didn’t know what they wanted.

Taking a deep breath, you pulled out your phone.

"Maybe I can help," you said, unlocking it and looking for your message thread with Agatha.

Darcy scoffed, incredulous.

"So, just because you work there now, you have her personal number?"

Yes. Exactly.

"No! Are you crazy? I’ll talk to her assistant."

You typed a message:

Hey. Are you very busy? I need help with something, if you’re available. :)

The response didn’t take long:

I’m always busy. But I can try to help you, dear.

Her tone felt so characteristic, even in text. You took a deep breath, feeling your cheeks heat up as your mind drifted back to earlier—her fingers tracing your scar. Suddenly, your finger tingled.

You let out a shaky breath as you composed your next message.

A friend of mine couldn't get a spot for your lecture.

The reply came even faster this time

A little responsibility would do her good.

You could practically hear Agatha saying those words.

Please! She's a fan. The kind who knows everything about you but would probably be speechless if she got too close.

There was a pause before the next message, as if Agatha were weighing each word. You felt anxious and decided to nudge her for a response.

It's okay if it's not possible, but I thought I'd ask…

This time, the reply was swift.

I can make an exception. Just one. Send her name to my assistant.

You smiled, relieved yet nervous at the same time. When you looked up, Darcy was still staring at you, full of expectation.

"Well?!" she practically shouted. "You have a guaranteed spot," you replied, trying not to let the chaos inside you show.

Darcy let out a squeal of excitement, pulling you into a tight hug. "You're an angel! An angel, I swear!"

"Don't push your luck twice," Peter murmured, though there was a smirk at the corner of his lips.

As Darcy continued celebrating, you glanced back at your phone screen.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You're incredible.

The response came like a whisper at the back of your mind.

I'm very pleased to know you think so, darling.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you put your phone away, hiding the smile threatening to surface. She was happy, and she had let you know it. She was a mystery, but you felt like you were beginning to decipher a few pieces—even if they only led to more questions.

[…]

Professor Calderu entered the classroom with her usual presence, heavy with authority. She set her bag on the desk and scanned the room with that piercing gaze that made everyone instinctively sit up straighter.

"Good morning, class. I hope you're ready for something different today. We'll be working in pairs on a mythology writing project," she announced as students started glancing at each other, already searching for partners. "I want you to create an original mystical creature—something that feels real within a narrative, something that could fit into a legend or a folktale. The pairs have already been assigned."

You listened carefully, but your stomach twisted as she began calling names.

"You," she said, pointing at you, then turned to a girl sitting in the corner, half-hidden behind her notebook. "And Alice."

Alice Wu lifted her eyes slowly, her face flushing red with surprise. You offered her an encouraging smile, but she quickly looked away, burying herself back in her notebook.

After class, you made your way to her desk while Peter and Darcy waved exaggeratedly from a distance, whispering things you deliberately ignored.

"Hey, Alice," you said gently, trying not to startle her. "Looks like we’re partners now."

She gave a small nod, still looking at her notebook. "Yeah… looks like it."

An awkward silence settled before you tried again. "I was thinking… since we don’t know each other well, maybe we could meet up to talk? I think it’d help if we got a feel for each other’s ideas before we start creating."

Alice blinked in surprise and finally looked up. Her eyes were large and clear, filled with a certain vulnerability that made you want to get closer. "You… want to go out with me?"

"Yes!" you blurted out quickly. "I mean—not like a date or anything, of course, but—like, for the project. Unless you'd rather do everything online?"

She shook her head quickly. "No, no! In person is always better. I just… didn’t expect this. No one usually invites me to anything."

"Well, then it’s about time that changed," you said with a sincere smile.

Alice finally smiled back, shy but genuine. "Okay. When do you want to meet?"

"How about after Agatha’s lecture? I really need to see it, but we can plan something after," you suggested, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice when mentioning Agatha.

Alice nodded again. "Sure. I’ll be free."

The bell rang, and as you said goodbye to Alice, Peter and Darcy approached with amused expressions.

"You’re really a magnet for lonely souls," Darcy commented.

"Or maybe you’re just too nice," Peter added.

"Or maybe you two are insufferable," you retorted, rolling your eyes—but deep down, you were happy. The day had started out strange, but maybe it was getting better—or at least, more interesting.

[…]

The room filled up within minutes. Students, professors, and even a few industry professionals murmured excitedly, the air thick with admiration and anticipation. You slipped in quietly, gripping the strap of your backpack, scanning for a more secluded seat. You didn’t want to draw attention—not here, not now.

Spotting an empty row in the back, you let out a relieved breath, but before you could reach it, a firm hand grasped your wrist.

"Hey, slow down," a familiar voice murmured, low and full of intent.

You turned quickly, only to meet Rio’s charming face.

"Rio?" Your voice came out as a hushed, confused whisper, laced with disbelief.

What was she doing here?

"It’s me, darling," she replied, that disarming smile playing on her lips. The sharp glint in her eyes made it clear she was here for a reason.

You glanced around, checking if anyone had noticed. "What are you doing here?" you asked, keeping your voice low.

Rio leaned in slightly, her tone conspiratorial. "How could I miss this? Agatha hardly ever gives lectures like this. Besides…" She paused dramatically, her gaze flickering to the back row where you had been heading. "You were really going to sit all the way back there?"

"It’s safer. No one will notice me." You tried to justify your choice.

Rio raised an amused eyebrow. "Safe for who? Certainly not for you. Agatha wanted you here, you know?"

Your face heated up. "I know, but… sitting back there is just easier. I don’t need to be… right in front of her."

Rio let out a soft chuckle, unmistakable amusement in her voice. "Oh, darling. Do you really think she won’t notice you? Or worse… that she doesn’t want to?"

Your heart skipped uncomfortably, and you opened your mouth to argue, but Rio didn’t give you the chance.

"Listen, if you stay back here, you’ll miss the important details. Agatha doesn’t like distracted audiences," she murmured, a touch of mischief in her voice. "And trust me, sitting up front won’t be so bad."

"I don’t know, Rio…" You hesitated, still eyeing the more discreet row like it was your lifeline.

Rio tilted her head, an expression of feigned patience crossing her face. "You trust me, don’t you?"

You nodded slowly, still unsure.

"Then come with me," she insisted, tugging at your wrist gently. "Trust me. No one will pay attention to you… except for the one person who actually matters."

She guided you through the rows to a spot near the front—hidden enough to avoid wandering eyes but perfectly positioned for a clear view of the stage.

As you finally sat down, you tried to steady yourself, though it was impossible to ignore the fact that Agatha could definitely see you from here.

Rio sat beside you, crossing her legs with the kind of effortless grace that seemed to come naturally to her.

You whispered, trying to mask your nervousness. "Did she ask you to bring me here?"

Rio turned to you with a cryptic smile, leaning in just enough to whisper back. "Let’s just say I have my ways… but she’ll definitely be pleased to see you here."

Before you could process it, the room’s lights dimmed, and a single spotlight illuminated the stage. Agatha stepped in, her imposing and elegant figure commanding everyone’s attention. She stopped at the center, scanning the audience with a controlled, knowing smile.

For a moment that felt longer than it should have, her eyes found yours. And when they did, the heat in your face spread all the way to your fingertips. You tried to look away, but it was impossible—something about the way she looked at you held you in place.

Beside you, Rio murmured with a satisfied smile, “I told you that you needed to be here.”

The auditorium was packed. There was an electric energy in the air, a mix of excitement and reverence that seemed to follow Agatha Harkness wherever she went. As she took the stage, the sound of applause filled the room, and her smile was devastating—confident, charming, and tinged with that sarcastic humor that made everyone feel like they were part of a private show.

“I hope you’re here to talk about the magic of cinema… and not to ask me for spoilers,” she began, drawing immediate laughter from the audience. “If that were the case, I’d be charging double.”

The warm lights accentuated her flawless skin, her blue eyes gleaming under the glow of the spotlights. “The truth is, directing films is almost like being a witch—you manipulate what people see and feel, deceive the eye, and capture their soul. Hopefully, without using an actual spell.”

The audience was completely spellbound. She explained scene composition techniques, the psychological use of shadows and light, and the power of silence. Every word was laced with irresistible confidence, intertwined with cynical remarks that kept everyone captivated.

“The secret to a great film?” Agatha leaned slightly forward, as if about to reveal something forbidden. “Trick the audience, but make them grateful for it afterward.”

“All jokes aside,” she continued, “making films is like casting magic. Every scene, every cut, every choice of light and sound—it’s all a spell meant to deceive, seduce, and sometimes, transform the audience. But the real art is in the details. And those details… take time, patience, and, of course, a little bit of madness.”

The laughter was softer this time, but the admiring glances were unmistakable. She began detailing her unique approach to filmmaking, highlighting her inspirations for the critically acclaimed Black Flame, a psychological horror film that had become an instant classic.

As Agatha spoke, you felt something—a casual touch on your arm. Beside you, Rio seemed completely absorbed in the presentation, but her hand had drifted to the armrest, brushing against your skin with an unsettling familiarity. You tried to ignore it, telling yourself it was an innocent gesture, but the touch was insistent, deliberate.

“… the trick is to make the audience feel like they’re witnessing something they shouldn’t be,” Agatha said, her voice like poisoned honey, seducing every single person in the room.

But as Rio’s touch lingered, something inside you tightened. The warmth of that simple contact began spreading across your skin, slow and devastating. Her fingers slipped over the thin fabric of your clothes, trailing down to the curve of your hip with ease. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, trying to make no sound.

Her hand moved dangerously close to your thighs, the motion so casual yet so ruinous. She didn’t even look at you, her eyes fixed on the stage as if she were doing nothing at all. But you knew. Your body knew.

Heat climbed up your neck, and you shifted slightly in your seat, struggling to keep your composure. A part of you wanted to push her away, break free from this trance. After all, they were married. This was wrong. Right?

“Rio…” you whispered, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out shakier than you wanted.

“Shh,” she replied, her gaze still locked on Agatha, as if nothing was happening. “Agatha is speaking.”

You tried to focus, but Rio’s hand was now so close to your center that you could barely breathe. Every touch sent a spark of electricity through you, the rising heat almost unbearable. Her long, skilled fingers inched closer, and you had to bite your lip to stifle a sound.

“You’re trembling, bunny…” Rio whispered, her voice rough with amusement. “Pay attention. Aggie won’t like it if you miss this.”

The nickname sent a full-body shiver through you, a strangled breath caught in your throat. You tried to focus on Agatha’s words, but the firm grip of Rio’s hand pressing into your aching core was too much, sending waves of heat straight to your senses.

With your heart racing, you gathered all the strength you had to lift your gaze toward the stage. And that’s when you saw her.

Agatha’s blue eyes were locked onto the two of you, gleaming with something wild and indecipherable. She hadn’t stopped talking, but there was a different lilt to her voice now, an almost taunting cadence.

She knew.

And she wasn’t angry.

On the contrary, there was raw hunger in her gaze—she looked like a ravenous spectator, a voyeur absorbing every detail of the scene unfolding before her. Her attention on you was so intense it nearly stole the air from your lungs.

Rio smirked, as if she could feel the invisible current Agatha was directing toward you both. And then she squeezed your thigh harder, anchoring you even deeper into this impossible moment. Her fingers were now so close to your clit that you could feel the pressure even through your clothes. Each movement was calculated, each touch a promise of something more.

A shiver ran down your spine, blending with the heat already consuming you. Your hips shifted again, craving more of that contact, even knowing it was wrong. It was as if Agatha’s gaze and Rio’s touch were pulling you into a sweet, dangerous abyss, and you had no strength to resist.

“You like this?” Rio murmured, her fingers now pressing with more intent, making you swallow a moan. “Being watched. Being observed.”

You tried to deny it, but your body betrayed you. Your hips moved again, and the damp heat between your thighs was impossible to ignore. Agatha’s gaze felt like it was scorching your skin, and you knew she was seeing everything—every tremor, every movement, every breath you tried to suppress.

“Rio…” you whispered again, but this time, your voice was filled with a need you could no longer disguise.

She hummed, her fingers now circling ever so slowly, so close to your clit that your entire body tensed. “Let her see. Let her know what you’re capable of just to keep her eyes on you.”

“You’re doing so well, little bunny,” Rio purred, pressing firmer, making you bite your lip harder to hold back a sound. “Let her see how good you can be.”

And you surrendered.

Your hips rocked forward once more, and a tremor rippled through you, a wave of pleasure on the verge of breaking. Agatha’s gaze and Rio’s touch were too much, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

Agatha’s eyes devoured the scene like a film, her analytical, predatory gaze absorbing the way Rio’s hand moved over you like a painter on a blank canvas. Marking you. Owning you. Each calculated touch carried a wildness, as if she were proving something—to you, to Agatha, or maybe to herself.

Rio saw the hunger in Agatha’s icy blue gaze. She saw the way the woman feigned indifference, answering the audience’s questions with ease. But Rio knew how much this was affecting her.

She knew Agatha wanted more.

You felt the heat rise to your face, but you couldn’t look away from Agatha. Her blue eyes were like an abyss, pulling you in, making you feel exposed, vulnerable, yet incredibly alive. It was as if she could see every part of you, every secret, every fear, and still didn’t care. Or maybe she cared too much.

Rio chuckled softly, her warm breath against your ear. “She likes you, bunny. She knows you're special.” Her hand slid lower, fingers finding the exact spot that made you gasp. “But you need to show her. You need to prove you’re strong enough.”

You swallowed hard, feeling the burn of unshed tears behind your eyelids. It was too much—Rio’s touch, Agatha’s gaze, the pressure building inside you, ready to explode. But you didn’t want it to stop. You couldn’t.

“Please,” you murmured, your voice broken, barely audible.

“Please what?” Rio asked, lips curling into a wicked smile. “You have to ask, darling. Tell me what you want.”

You looked at Agatha, searching for some form of salvation, but she only raised an eyebrow, waiting. It was as if she was testing you, seeing how far you were willing to go.

“Please,” you repeated, your voice a little steadier this time. “I want… I want to show her.”

Rio let out a satisfied hum. “That’s my girl.” Her hand moved faster, fingers pressing with a precision that made you moan loudly. “Then show her. Show her how good you can be.”

And you did. Your body arched, muscles tensing as the wave of pleasure finally crashed over you, sweeping you away like a tide. You wanted to scream, but the sound was muffled by the palm of your hand.

When you finally opened your eyes, Agatha was still there, watching with that calculating stare, but now there was something else in her eyes. Something that looked almost… proud.

“Good girl,” Rio murmured, her voice soft but heavy with meaning. “You did well.”

You felt a different kind of heat rise to your face, but this time it wasn’t shame. It was something deeper, more intense. Something you couldn’t name.

What the fuck just happened?

—

The event had been a resounding success. The room was still filled with people talking, laughing, discussing the most striking moments of the interview. You, however, stood in the corner, watching as Agatha and Rio were surrounded by journalists, photographers, and assistants. They were as dazzling as ever, the perfect combination of authority and charisma.

You gathered your courage and decided to approach. It was nothing major—you just wanted to congratulate Agatha on the show and let her know you were heading out with Alice. But as you tried to weave through the crowd, an invisible wall seemed to rise around you.

One of Agatha’s assistants intercepted your path.

“Sorry, miss, but she’s busy at the moment,” he said with a polite yet firm smile.

You tried to argue, but another journalist slipped past you, invading the space you had been trying to reach. Agatha didn’t even glance to the side. Rio stood beside her, laughing softly at something a reporter had said. You waited, remained still, hoping at least one of them would notice you.

Nothing.

A tightness formed in your chest, a bitter and unexpected sensation. You knew they were busy, that this was their world, but that didn’t make it easier to swallow. It hurt more than it should. At that moment, it was as if you were invisible to both of them.

You took a deep breath, trying to push down the sting of rejection. “Ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself, feeling the lump in your throat threaten to form. They had no obligation to notice you, but… that wasn’t what you wanted. Not after everything.

Lowering your shoulders, you sighed and turned away, leaving the room before anyone could catch the glint of disappointment in your eyes.

Out in the hallway, as you walked toward the exit, you pulled out your phone and typed a message to Agatha.

Tonight was incredible. You are incredible! I’m heading out with a friend. Be back soon :)

You hesitated before sending it, your thumb hovering over the screen. Part of you wanted to delete the message. It wasn’t urgent, and maybe she wouldn’t even have time to read it, but another part insisted. It was your way of not disappearing completely, of reminding her that you were there.

After hitting “send,” you slipped your phone back into your pocket and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the discomfort in your chest as you walked off to meet Alice. You tried to convince yourself you had no reason to feel this way, but the truth was, in that moment, you felt far too small for the vast, glittering world those two women seemed to reign over.

—

You met Alice at the café near the university. It was a small, cozy place, with string lights hanging from the ceiling and the constant scent of freshly ground coffee in the air. Alice was already seated at a corner table, a thick book open in front of her, her hands fidgeting slightly. Her brown hair fell over her shoulders, and her round glasses seemed a bit too big for her delicate face. She smiled shyly when she saw you.

“Hey, Alice,” you said, pulling out the chair across from her. “Hope you didn’t wait too long.”

“No, I got here early,” she replied, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “It’s hard to concentrate in the library, so… I thought this might be easier.”

You chuckled, trying to put her at ease. “Seems like a good place to conjure mystical beings, huh? Nothing like coffee and a little chaos for inspiration.”

Alice smiled for real this time, a small but genuine expression. “I agree. So… do you have any ideas yet? You seem more creative than I am.”

“Creative? Me? I think you’re being generous,” you replied, leaning in slightly. “But maybe we can start with something we both like. Witches, maybe?”

Alice’s eyes lit up. “I love witch stories! But it has to be something different… something we haven’t seen before.”

The conversation with Alice continued for another hour until, with a thoughtful expression, she rested her chin on her hands, elbows propped on the table.

“What if we start with an ancient legend?” she suggested, her eyes shining with a quiet enthusiasm. “Something that feels like it’s been around for thousands of years but has an air of mystery, you know? Like the kind of story people whisper just to scare others…”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Like what, for example?”

Alice tilted her head slightly, as if fishing for words in the air. Then she began, her voice lower, more enthralling, almost conspiratorial.

“They say that millions of years ago, there was a witch so powerful she didn’t even have to lift a finger to destroy someone. She didn’t cast grand spells or throw curses… She did something far more cruel. She drained people’s life energy, but not in an obvious way, you know?”

A shiver ran down your spine, though you tried to convince yourself it was just the atmosphere of the moment. “Drained life energy? How so?”

You tried not to react, but her words hit you like a stone. What Alice was describing sounded dangerously familiar.

“Did she do it for pleasure?” Your voice came out weaker than you intended.

Alice shook her head slowly, her gaze distant. “No. Not exactly. I think, deep down, she did it because she felt like it was the only way to survive. As if there was an emptiness inside her that could never be filled. Every bit of energy she took from another person was like a desperate attempt to fill that void.”

You felt a pang in your heart. "How did she do that?" The words left your mouth as if they were forbidden.

Alice looked at you—thinking, thinking, and thinking. "I’m not sure," she shrugged. "But they say she always seemed so charming, so irresistible. People fell into her web without even realizing it."

You crossed your arms, averting your gaze to the table. "And no one ever managed to stop her?"

"They say there was one person," Alice replied, lowering her voice even more, as if afraid someone nearby might overhear. "A woman who confronted her. Not with hatred or violence, and that made the woman equally consumed."

For a moment, the café around you disappeared. You could only think about Alice's words and the weight they carried.

Alice noticed your silence and let out an awkward laugh, adjusting her glasses. "Sorry, I think I went too far, right? Maybe this is too dark for a college assignment."

You forced a smile, trying to hide the internal confusion. "No, it's great. I actually think it’s amazing. I think… it could work."

Alice smiled, somewhat relieved. "Cool. I think we can work on this more, right? Develop the witch, add more details about her story."

"Yes," you replied, your voice soft but still distant. "Definitely."

You arrived home with a lightness you hadn’t felt in a long time. The fatigue of the day clung to your muscles, but a quiet satisfaction coursed through your chest. Things finally seemed to be falling into place—small fragments of hope composing a life you hadn't imagined possible.

Kicking off your shoes at the entrance, you took a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of home embrace you. You climbed the stairs slowly, each step bringing a sense of comfort and belonging. Until then, everything felt normal.

But as you approached the hallway leading to the bedrooms, something different sharpened your senses. Low, muffled sounds escaped down the quiet corridor. Moans. Heavy breathing.

Their bedroom door was slightly ajar.

Your heart pounded, hesitating for a moment, but your feet disobeyed logic—you moved closer, as if pulled by an invisible magnet. When your eyes finally met the narrow gap of the door, the air caught in your lungs.

Rio was on top of Agatha, her hips moving in a frantic, calculated rhythm, their bodies glistening under the room’s soft light. The sight was almost brutal in its beauty—wild, intense, unfiltered. The expression of pure pleasure on Rio’s face made something inside you tighten and pulse violently.

Rio arched her body, every muscle taut as her hips thrust rhythmically against Agatha, who writhed beneath her, head thrown back, exposing her sweaty, vulnerable neck. The room was saturated with obscene sounds—ragged moans, the muffled creak of the bed, and the wet, merciless slap of their bodies colliding.

The strap-on Rio wore moved with an almost brutal precision. Even knowing she couldn’t physically feel it, the dark, feverish look in her eyes suggested otherwise—as if every deep thrust was a direct reflection of the pleasure consuming her body. Her lips were slightly parted, breathing erratic, and her hands gripped Agatha’s waist firmly, keeping her in place as her movements became faster and more reckless.

"Fuck," Rio panted, chest rising and falling frantically. "You’re so fucking tight… I can feel everything."

Agatha cried out, a rough, desperate sound, her nails raking down Rio’s back. Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking more, demanding more. Her expression was a mix of ecstasy and agony, blue eyes nearly shut, shining under the dim glow of the bedside lamp.

"Deeper," Agatha begged, voice hoarse and shameless. "Don’t stop… I want you to tear me apart from the inside."

The provocation made Rio growl like an animal, her thrusts becoming even more intense. She leaned in, pressing the weight of her breasts against Agatha’s, their faces so close their breaths intertwined.

"Like this?" Rio snarled in her ear, her voice vibrating with a possessive power that left Agatha teetering on the edge of insanity. "Tell me, my love… do you like being fucked by me like this?"

Agatha couldn’t respond with words—only a strangled moan escaped her lips, her desperate fingers now digging into Rio’s shoulders, as if holding onto her was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality.

The bed rocked beneath the intensity of their movements, the scent of sweat and desire hanging heavy in the air. Rio remained steady, muscles flexing as the relentless rhythm of the strap-on dragged louder, more desperate moans from Agatha.

'Cause you, you touch

My skin peels off like paint

But beneath all of our panting

There’s this noise I cannot shake

The scene before you was unbearable in so many ways that you no longer knew where shock ended and desire began. Rio moved like a merciless goddess, her hips working in a brutal rhythm, while Agatha arched beneath her, screaming for her with raw, unfiltered vulnerability. The soft glow of the lamp cast delicious shadows over their sweaty skin, their entwined bodies forming a spectacle that sent your heart racing and heat pooling between your legs.

You should leave. It was wrong, absurdly wrong, but your legs felt glued to the floor, as if the half-open door was a magnet keeping you there, entranced. Your eyes couldn’t tear away from Rio—the predatory gaze, the intensity with which she claimed Agatha, as if she were possessed.

And then it happened.

"Did you see her?" Her voice cut through the silence like a hot knife, laced with something indecent and possessive.

What?

Can’t you hear that scratching?

There’s something at the door

"I would’ve gone insane if I hadn’t touched her in that moment." Her movements intensified, drawing a sharp gasp from Agatha. "Did you like it? Did you like watching us from up there?"

Agatha opened her eyes, and there was something feral in them—a deep blue gleam overflowing with jealousy and lust in equal measure. She pushed her body against Rio, gasping with unrestrained need.

But the wind has picked us up now

We’re hanging in the air

And as you grip me like an animal

That you’re about to spear

"I almost ended it," Agatha admitted with a rough chuckle, but it was laced with possession. "Watching you touch her… like she was already yours…" Her lips curled into a wicked smile. "I wanted to rip your hand off and show you she’s mine too."

The impact of the words hit you like a punch to the chest. They were talking about you.

Rio's casual touch earlier, that slow slide of fingers to your inner thigh while Agatha spoke to the audience with all the confidence in the world… It hadn’t been casual, it hadn’t been an innocent accident. It was premeditated. And Agatha had seen it all, enjoyed it all.

Be good to me, I whisper

And you say: What?

And I said: Nothing, dear

The shock dissolved quickly, swallowed by something far more visceral. Your breath grew heavy, lungs seeming unable to draw in enough air. Your thoughts spun, frantic and lascivious, as one memory after another exploded in your mind: the heat of Rio’s lingering touches, Agatha’s intense, possessive gaze when you thought you were off their radar.

Desire. It had always been desire.

Can’t you hear it?

It can hear you

It wants me to

Your heart pounded violently in your chest; a dizzying mix of fear and exhilaration consumed you.

And can’t you hear that scratching?

I ask your eyes

"Oh, my love," Rio murmured against Agatha’s lips, teasing. "You loved watching. You wanted to see her completely lose herself, didn’t you?"

Agatha let out a primal sound, her fingers burying into Rio’s hair, forcing her to look directly at her. "I wanted more than that," she purred. "I wanted to destroy her with you... make her understand there’s no way out for us."

And we fall into each other

The scratching grows so loud

Because that unwanted animal

Wants nothing more than to get out

And I scream: Oh, what’s the time, little Wolf?

But you, you’re blind, you bleat, you bear your claws

You took a deep breath, trying to step away from the scene, but your feet wouldn’t obey. The ache between your legs became unbearable, and you hated admitting how much every indecent word from them made your body vibrate.

"She will be ours," Agatha stated, shamelessly, her eyes half-lidded with uncontrolled pleasure.

Rio moaned deeply, her hips moving even more frantically against Agatha’s body. Sweat glistened on her skin, and each thrust seemed to pull new, pleasure-laden sounds from them both.

Rio’s voice emerged, rough, hungry: "What do you want to do to her?" Her teeth grazed Agatha’s pale neck before sinking in just enough to leave a mark. "I need you to tell me…"

And you rip my rib cage open

And devour what’s truly yours

And our screaming joins in unison

I cry out to the lord

Agatha gasped at the question’s impact, her fingers digging into Rio’s shoulders as the sexual tension exploded around them. Her blue eyes, now wild and gleaming, stared at the ceiling as if she were envisioning a scene too forbidden, too intense to be contained in simple words.

'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough

To God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause

"Oh, I want to make her cry. Watch those beautiful eyes looking at me, begging for anything… anything, fuck," Agatha whispered, her voice thick with lust and something dangerously possessive. "I want to see her trembling under my hands… begging for it. To be mine."

Rio let out a deep, guttural moan, her movements growing even more urgent. "You want to break her, don’t you?"

Can’t you hear it?

It can hear you

It wants me to

"And rebuild her the right way. My way," Agatha murmured, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "She deserves to feel everything. The pain. The pleasure. The need to serve."

The tension between them built, almost unbearable, and you couldn’t hold back the trembling sigh that escaped your lips at hearing those words. The sound made Agatha pause for a brief second before she smirked slowly, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she turned her head to Rio.

A soft moan slipped past your lips before you could stop it. Your hand trembled as it slid inside your pajama pants, fingers finding warm, damp skin.

But that second wind is coming, love, it’s coming for all we own

And on the creature scratches, it doesn’t know how to get out (let me out)

And you, you follow philosophies

But me, I laugh, I choke

You tried to be discreet, silent, but your body was on fire, pulsing with a desperate urgency that could no longer be ignored. The moans of the two women in the bedroom only worsened things, each thrust of Rio pulling cries from Agatha that echoed through the house like forbidden music.

Well hello, my hollow Holofernes

I wink but you don’t get the joke

Hold the hand of the God-child, they said

As she falls from the sky

Your fingers moved in slow, needy circles, the soft fabric of your pajama pants brushing against your sensitive skin as you touched yourself. Pleasure radiated through your body, growing more intense by the second, the muscles in your legs already trembling as you lost yourself in the sensation.

You bit your lip hard to muffle a moan, your knees threatening to give out. But none of that mattered. You wanted this. Needed it.

Be good to me, I beg of her

Be good to me, I beg of her

Be good be good be good be good be good be good be good

Agatha’s intense gaze still seemed to burn in your mind, even as she moaned Rio’s name, her nails digging into her wife’s back.

And Rio… oh, Rio seemed to feel everything. Each movement of the strap-on seemed to reflect directly in her body, as if she were completely connected to the pleasure she was giving.

Agatha arched violently, a sharp cry tearing through the air as her orgasm consumed her in almost brutal waves, her muscles clenching around the nothing she so desperately wished to be filled.

Rio kept moving, prolonging every spasm of pleasure, her own body trembling with the sheer intensity of the scene—as if the simple sight of Agatha lost in that state was enough to bring her to the edge.

When she finally slowed, both women lay still for a moment, breathing heavily. The silence that settled over the room was thick, charged with the memory of the wild pleasure that still lingered between them.

The air around you felt too heavy, impossible to breathe, but you kept going. Your fingers moved with more precision, searching for that spot that would send you over the edge. And when you found it, it was as if the ground disappeared beneath your feet.

Your eyes squeezed shut as a hot, overwhelming orgasm tore through your body in waves, leaving you trembling and almost too weak to stand.

When your eyes finally opened, the scene was still before you—Agatha and Rio still trapped in that frantic cycle of pleasure, completely unaware of your presence. And you, leaning against the wall beside the door, your chest rising and falling rapidly, knew that something inside you had changed forever.

And she replies

No, no, not I.

~*~

After this there is no way to turning back.

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Save it for the ones who love you (Aggie Beever-Jones x Reader)

A/n Random Fic Time

Throwing in a random fic every other request to keep my brain from running too wild on the one's that have set requested storylines.

And for the fun of it 'cause, why not?

Content/Warning(s): Use of several homophobic slurs, mention of cheating, Angst, Fluff, Comforting, Aggie being a goofball in love, R being oblivious until the end. Stupid level of fluffy garbage but I need to drop it here.

Aggie knows she shouldn't.

She really shouldn't.

It's just an innocent glance every now and then.

What's the harm right?

The bustling of practise tunes out every time her eyes find yours, and every single time you meet her eyes, you smile so softly at her that her heart beats faster in her chest thoroughly, to which she smiles a little awkwardly and turns back, mentally smacking herself for being caught.

Still, it continues like that, every single time and every single time it drives her nuts that she can't focus around you.

She knows she shouldn't but she does anyway.

This time is no different, only this time, your smile doesn't quite hold the same friendly, adoration it would, it's something much more intense and she finds herself concerned she might be hallucinating.

Genuinely checks her own forehead against the back of her cold hand and everything.

During that time, you spend the time keeping up the usual appearances of mucking around and laughing with the others and her but during the quieter moments, the breaks between running, it's like you're assessing her and for once she's on the receiving end of the glances.

"Aggie, c'mon man, you gotta keep up!"

A ball smacks the blonde in the side of the head and she whips around to glare at the knowingly smirking Aussie, but Sam only laughs at her reaction, the others shaking their heads amused, including you, who's on the other side of the pitch standing next to Sam now, smacking her shoulder.

"Leave the poor woman alone."

"Nah, she's off with the pixies today, c'mon, focus."

You shoot her a soft reassuring smile and she sighs, fighting the burning in the tips of her ears from the interaction, hopping up and down a bit to shake off the sinking feeling in her gut.

As she runs off starting the drill, behind her, your eyes trail over her form, concern swimming through your head from how distracted she's been lately but you can hardly blame her, considering how distracted you've been yourself, though you're doubtful it's for anything similar.

Your head is constantly at home, with your fiancé and his sweet words of promise to actually show up to pick you up today.

He's been distracted, forgetful and full of empty promises and it's grating on you mentally.

You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt but something's bugging you.

Something you-

A familiar hand on your shoulder, giving you a soft nudge brings you back to the session, realising the others are waiting on you to go, turning to glance back at the concerned look on Aggie's face, your own burns from embarrassment and you quickly start on training again.

After training, you try not to think too hard about the fact that you'd let your home life affect your work as a footballer, and focus on just getting showered and leaving.

Gathering the last of your stuff, almost everyone having left bar yourself and a few stragglers, you get stopped when a hand grasps yours.

"You okay?" She doesn't have to explain why she's asking and you don't feel the need to ask her why either.

The soft shaky sigh that leaves your lips says everything she needs to hear, knowing exactly what's bugging you, having confided in the blonde for a long time, but she still waits patiently to see if you'll tell her yourself.

Your fiancé doesn't exactly have the best track record, and it's beyond Aggie as to why you still let him walk all over you.

Hell it's beyond you why you do as well, but you don't tell her that bit.

"Did he forget again?"

Swallowing slightly, you can only nod, the lump you'd grown accustomed to forming in your throat, unable to answer her.

"He should be here today..."

She sighs in response, the disappointment in her eyes subtle but still visible and you know what she wants so desperately to say.

To tell you he always forgets and you shouldn't expect someone so non committed to you to remember even simple tasks you ask of him, but you keep forgiving him, hopeful each time.

Instead of saying any of that, though, her hand squeezes yours.

"You want me to walk you out there?"

Shame spreads across your chest, knowing, deep down, that this will end with her offering you a ride home. Again.

But hope still holds out and you go to refuse only to given a pointed look.

"He-.... He does remember, he just..."

"I know, I won't argue with you about it but please let me just sit with you at least, if not for your peace of mind, for mine?"

The look in eyes means you can't deny her, as much as you feel you should, feeling like it's a betrayal of your trust in your fiancé to show up for once.

Nodding, she wraps an arm around your shoulders, hoping to distract you on the walk out of the club building, she starts chattering about the upcoming match against Liverpool.

You listen intently, even managing to crack a few laughs and grins as she rags on about taking them down hard this time, matching her enthusiasm at one point.

And then you get out to the car park, noting the distinct lack of Kenny's car.

You can barely hide the way your shoulders drop, and Aggie clocks the look of disappointment in your eyes straight away, arm tightening around you.

"Alrighty then, you wanna hang around for a bit?"

Sighing and shaking your head.

"It's alright, I'll uber home or something."

Aggie immediately jumps into action, refusing you.

"Nope, none of that, love, you're coming over to mine tonight, I'm right sick of that prick."

The protest dies on your lips at the hard look on her face.

"Alright, I'll just send him a message and we can go, then."

She nods, satisfied with the answer, though internally debating arguing that he doesn't even deserve that, and a small smile tugs at your lips when you notice the eye twitch.

"It's just courtesy Aggs."

"Something he doesn't afford you, so why should he get it?"

She's right. You know she is. Doesn't mean you listen to her about it.

'Hey, just gonna catch a ride with Aggie, don't worry about picking me up. Also I won't be back tonight.'

When he doesn't answer, you resign to just getting in the car with her and leaning your head against the window, closing your eyes out of annoyance.

Once again, he's managed to embarrass you in front of her and you don't know what to do with him for it, or frankly, yourself.

The ride to her place is mostly silent, bar the occasionally humming from her, trying to distract you but it doesn't quite hit the way she wants it to and you can tell she's trying and you're thankful.

More annoyed with yourself than anything for letting affect your friendship with Aggie, you straighten up in the seat, vowing to let it go for the night.

"Alright, so we getting Nando's or Akira tonight?"

She smiles, finally hearing you speak up.

"What kind of question is that? It's Tuesday chicken night."

You giggle, pulling out your phone to set up a door dash to be delivered when you get back.

Appreciation written on your features as she pulls into the driveway, getting out of the car and dragging you up by the hand up to the apartment, her dog jumping up on you both as soon as you get through the door, giggling when he manages to trip her up enough down onto her knees to lick at her face.

The blonde looks up at hearing your giggle, smiling widely at the sound, dog still gnawing at her nose.

"Alright you, off, off to bed."

The dog sneezes in response and she winces.

"Thanks Buddy..."

She wipes her face and accepts the hand you offer her up, laughing with you.

"He's excited to see you Aggs, let him be."

Jokingly chiding her, she nudges you back.

"Oi, he's a little shit, that's what."

Shaking your head, amused you plop down onto her couch, shoes kicked off neatly at the door, and she plops down on the other end of the couch, kicking her feet up into your lap, which you scrunch your nose at, shoving them off again.

"Eugh, woman, feet to yourself."

She cackles, shifting so its her calves in your lap instead and you roll your eyes at her.

"There you go, better?"

"Smartarse."

The way you roll your eyes affectionately at her again makes her heart flutter annoyingly in her chest but also relaxes more into the couch at your following laughter.

"Alright, dashers on his way, Ted Lasso in the meantime."

"Duh."

She's completely melting at the way your hand leans on her calf to lean forward to grab the remote, flicking on apple tv, and even worse when it stays there after dropping it back on the side of the lounge.

You don't seem to pay her reaction any attention, though, which she finds herself relieved at, the warmth of her home air con also finally kicking in after a long day in the winter of her not being home creeps away.

That's what she tells herself anyway, that you don't see the way her face freezes when you squeeze the muscle lightly, chuckling at something Ted says.

It's like she's hyper focused on every move you make or every light brush against you and she's beginning to realise that being in constant contact might have been a mistake because now she's actively paying attention to you and nothing but.

"Hey, you're not paying attention, again."

She looks back at you, realising she'd been staring blankly at the wall beside the tv, no reaction to a particularly juicy scene.

There's a soft pout on your face.

Fuck.

"No, I'm paying attention."

Raising a brow at her, you huff playfully.

"Yeah, what did Jamie just say then?"

Challenging smirk.

"Uhhhh, that his hair looked good and that he didn't need help?"

You sigh dramatically, patting her leg.

"I guess you can have that one."

A surprised look crosses her face that you have to stop yourself from giggling at.

"Wait actually?"

"No, you goof, what's got you staring at the ever so interesting wall, then?"

Aggie scoffs.

"The wall is interesting thank you, I repainted a month ago and I was appreciating it."

A chuckle leaves your lips, shaking your head.

"Whatever you say, Aggs."

The chime on your phone goes off, and you get, her legs being dropped from your lap quickly.

"Finally, food's here."

Aggie pouts at the loss of contact but quickly straightens up, stomach starting to feel the lack of food in it suddenly.

"Good, bring it here, I'm fuckin' hungry."

"Geez, woman, where's your manners."

You open the door with a small smile, thanking the driver and taking the food, heading back to the lounge, dropping her box in her lap.

"Thank you very much."

You scoff.

"You're very welcome, Jerk."

She guffaws before opening up to take a bite of a tender, flipping you off to which you throw a sauce packet at her in response and she tosses it back.

It goes on like that for a few hours, chatter and jokes and the show long forgotten after a while.

It's only when your phone dings again do you look at the time.

8:51pm.

And it's a message from Kenny.

"Babe where are you? I'm here to pick you up." 8.51pm

Your brows furrow and you quickly type out a message.

"Uh, at Aggie's, did you not see my message, also where are you?"

No response for a second and the phone buzzes to life again with his contact.

Kenny is calling...

Standing quickly, you walk into the next room, shooting Aggie a quick smile, her concern clear as day.

Answering the call, your voice hushes as you enter the kitchen.

"What do you mean you're at Aggie's, I'm here to pick you up."

"Seriously Kenny, I'm at Aggie's right now, where is here?"

"The fucking pitch, where? Why are you at Aggie's."

Your stomach drops, he fucking took 4 hours before he remembered you needed to be picked up, this is somehow worse.

"Are you serious? Kenny, training ended four hours ago, where were you then? And I'm at Aggie's because I was forgotten, yet again."

"Are you fucking serious? Why are you with that bitch, again?"

Your face turns red, tone rising.

"How fucking dare you, don't you dare call her that, she's the one who's been giving me rides home because your lazy arse can't be fucked to remember one small fucking task to pick me. You don't work and you fucking sit playing video games all day, all you have to do is drive me somewhere and pick me up. And here you are calling her a bitch? Because what? She makes you look bad for being an arse?"

"Fuck off, that fag is fucking in love with you and wants to steal you from me, not my fault you keep running into her arms because you can't handle a real relationship like an adult."

Rage flares in your chest at that, fuck this.

"You know what, Kenny? I am sick and fucking tired of you letting me down, time and time again, you call my best friend names, you dodge our dates, ones that take time and effort to plan just to be stood up every single time. You ignore me for hours. Fuck you ignored my message telling you I'd gotten a ride home and that I wasn't gonna be at home tonight."

"You fucking bitch. I do everything for you, you're lucky to have me."

Before you can respond, the phone's taken from your hand and you protest but Aggie takes over quickly, holding you by the shoulder.

"Listen here shit bag, you are the worst man that any of my friends has ever had the displeasure of being with. You treat like garbage, sit on your lazy fucking arse doing nothing to help her and you can't even commit to a fucking relationship properly so get fucked."

All that can be heard is entitled rambling before you take over again.

"Ken, we are so fucking over, you're a man child and a disgrace and I realise that now. You can take your fucking dollar store ring and shove it where the sun doesn't shine for all I care, maybe one of your side hoes like Jessica will take it instead. Don't fucking call me ever again and you better make yourself scarce before I get back to MY house."

He barely stumbles out a word before the phone call gets hung up, Aggie's finger on the button, your chest rapidly rising and falling with heavy breaths.

"Fucking prick, I should've done that months ago."

Looking up at the blonde, she's looking back at you, nothing but mild anger and concern written in her features.

Feeling all of it hit at once realising what you did, you lean back against the counter, groaning, hands over your face.

"What did I just do?"

Her hands land on your shoulders, but she doesn't say anything, just pulls you in for a hug that you immediately bury yourself into, tears blurring your vision.

"You did the right thing, he was a right prick and you deserve so much better than the beater box he couldn't even be bothered to come get you with."

A shaky breath leaves your lips, tears staining her hoodie.

But with that, you feel comfort, and relax a little more into her, finally calming.

Despite all of it, you don't feel the ache in your chest that you expected when breaking up with him. It actually felt satisfying if anything and you realise then that you just weren't in love with him like you'd thought so long ago.

Or at least, not anymore.

It's Aggie's hand rubbing up and down your back that pulls you back to your surroundings.

"Thanks Aggs, for everything."

She nods against you, breath fanning over your shoulder.

"'Course, that prick deserves whatever's coming to him and you deserve to be happy."

"Do you still wanna stay here? Let him make himself scarce overnight? I'm not sure you wanna see him right now in case he does pull a shitbag and stays in the house anyway."

You sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, we can make sure he's taken his shit with him, too."

Eyes raise to meet hers, suddenly nervous.

"If you want to that is. I'm sure you're busy tomorrow."

She shakes her head.

"Nah, you're my priority, I don't want him to have the chance to get to you at all without someone with you there. Plus you'll need a ride back."

Nods slowly, smiling thankfully.

"Thank you... seriously I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have you."

Her cheeks flush slightly, and she smiles sheepishly.

"Glad we don't have to find out, then. But seriously, it's no problem. You're my best friend and I seriously don't wanna see you hurt because of that dumb shit."

Your heart sinks, you're not sure why.

From Aggie's perspective, she notices the way your shoulders drop slightly, and your eyes downcast, though she takes it as you being upset about Kenny.

From yours, it's at the mention of friend that it hits you and you realise something else, though you tuck it away for much later, not wanting to delve into it right after breaking up with the man you previously had wanted to marry.

The next morning, you yawn, standing from the made up lounge bed, stretching at the smell of coffee and toast.

"Morning."

The somehow wide awake voice of the blonde calls from the kitchen and you wander in tiredly.

"Morning, how come you're up so early."

A laugh and she turns, plate in hand.

"It's ten in the morning, love."

Your cheeks flash bright red and your eyes dart to the clock on the wall, she's right, 10.01am.

"Guess I was more tired than I thought."

She chuckles softly.

"I don't blame you, last night was a lot."

She puts the plate on the table, grabbing her own and sitting your coffee down, quickly making up her own.

"I- thank you, you didn't have to, really."

She scoffs and hip bumps you as she passes, holding her cup in hand.

"None of that, you know I'll always feed you while you're in my house. Now sit before it goes cold."

Doing so, you both eat in silence, you enjoying the coffee, which somehow always tastes perfect.

On Aggie's end of the table, she's watching you carefully, switching between scrolling on her phone and eyeing you, the coffee in your hand a perfection on your coffee you always ordered at the barista at the clubhouse.

Her eyes scan you for any sign of anger, sadness or even mild upset, but you just scroll, small smile on your face, cheeks flushed from sleep and eventually you meet her gaze, half smirk tugging at your lips.

"You good?"

She nods quickly, going back to her phone, swallowing the last bit of toast.

"Yep."

It's far too rushed to sound normal but you don't question it if you notice it.

Though, judging by the smirk that widens, you definitely did.

When breakfast finishes, which stays silent, minus some small chatter about whatever videos you come across, you stand, pulling on a jacket, getting ready to head out, and Aggie heads to get dressed.

"So, you ready?"

You barely nod, half invested in your phone, brow furrowed.

She takes a peek over your shoulder, furrowing as well at the torrent of messages in your inbox from Kenny on three different apps.

Sighing, you put it away.

"If he's still there, I'll have him kicked out."

Nodding, she grabs her keys, holding out a hand that you take gratefully, and it squeezes yours in reassurance.

The drive is quiet, slowly growing more tense as you pull into your driveway, but you relax seeing that his shitbox of a car isn't there.

"He's not here, let's go in and see what he's done to the place."

Nervousness pools in your stomach as you walk up to the front door, unlocking it and going it.

The place is half trashed, a few holes in the walls and Kenny nowhere to be seen, bile rising in your throat, but mostly anger filling you.

"That bastard."

Aggie looks just as pissed for you as you feel.

"I might actually kill him."

It makes your heart flutter a little at her protectiveness of you.

"Well you might have the chance if he shows up again, I'll head down to the garage, I think I've got some spare locks in there for the front door."

Before you can say much further, you hear the slam of a car door and footsteps pounding up the front porch.

"Where are you bitch, I know you're here."

Panic rises in you and you feel an arm around your waist, not Kenny's but Aggie's.

"Don't you fucking come in here, Shit head."

The man appears in the doorway, looking wrecked, his hair a mess and hickies over his collarbone.

That fucking prick.

He practically growls out his response.

"You shut the fuck up, this isn't any of your business, dyke."

A wave of protective anger shoots through you and suddenly you're in his face, backhanding him.

"Get the fuck out of my house, you piece of shit. I told you not to come back, leave before call the cops."

He sneers, hand rubbing at his cheek, other hand clenching into a fist.

Aggie clocks it before you do and her arm wrapping around you pulls you back to avoid the punch he nearly swings.

"You hurt her and I'll make sure you never see the outside of a care home."

Her body tenses, holding you tightly, her own protectiveness rising to new heights.

"Leave."

It's one word from both of your lips that makes him spit at the floor at your feet.

"Hope she fucks you over like she did me."

And with that he walks out.

Anger coursing through your veins, you nearly follow him out but Aggie stops you, noticing the tears gathering.

"Hey, hey, stop, don't. He's not worth it."

Her arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug, her eyes still locked on the open front door, waiting to see if he comes in again.

Burying your face into her neck, your chest racks with soft sobs, holding her tighter, and she lets you cry there for a long time, long enough that the sun starts peeking out visible just under the top of the doorframe, both of your legs starting to ache at standing so long.

"That's it. He's gone, he can't hurt you anymore."

Her words in your sooth you, as she repeats that, calming you down finally.

You pull back, grimacing at the snot and tear stain you've once again left on her shirt and she shrugs noticing the grimace.

"It washes out."

Her hand wiping away a few stray tears as she half smiles goofily at you, before her hands settle on your shoulders.

"Save it for the one's who love you. They're the ones who are worth it."

And your cheeks flush at that, nodding slowly.

"Thanks..."

Sighing, you look around at the scattered mess.

"Christ this is gonna suck to fix."

"Well, we better get started then."

Your head whips up.

"Oh nonono, you've done enough for me already-"

"Ah ah ah bah, shush, I want to help and I'm helping, no arguing."

Her finger on your lips shushes you and you huff.

Grumbling playfully, you nod.

"Alright fine but I'm paying for dinner, then."

She chuckles agreeing.

"Done."

For the better part of four hours, you spend clearing up the stuff on the floor and arranging an online booking for a handyman to come replaster the walls, the holes being too big to just putty and paint over.

During that, you find the sadness and anger in your chest leaking away, giving way to something else.

Fascination and adoration.

Fascination with the way Aggie so easily throws herself into helping you, no questions asked.

Adoration at the way she fights you on you saying no about it/

Adoration in the way she smiles at you every time you meet eyes across the room whilst sweeping the dust from the smashed wall plaster.

Fascination in the way you catch her staring at you whilst you're standing up on your tip toes to pull a stray cable from the ceiling fan, your shirt riding up.

Fascination in the way her breath hitches when you brush past her to reach for the spare garbage bag sitting beside her.

Complete and utter adoration in the way she spends the next few days making sure you're okay and ensuring the work gets done in the house, making the place look good as new.

And complete and utter adoration when you clock the look of adoration on her own face when you laugh so hard, you end up on the floor from something she's said.

That's when you realise, despite how much you hate him, he was right about one thing, and you didn't mind all that much.

"Hey Aggie?"

She pauses mid sentence, eyes scanning yours as you interrupt mid story, sitting cross legged on your couch.

"Yeah?"

The silence is long, long enough for her to try and speak again to ask if you're okay but you cut her off with a hand on her cheek, the flesh turning red beneath it and spreading to her ears.

"Tell me if I'm reading this wrong but...."

Her heart races in her chest and she swallows nervously.

"Can I kiss you?"

She asks before you can get it out and you grin, nodding, much to her relief and she doesn't waste another second.

Your lips meet hers halfway, hand moving to the back of her neck, pulling her closer, a soft noise of happiness creeping out of her throat into the kiss, leaving you giggling softly.

When you eventually pull back, huffs of breath between you, you look into her eyes, finding nothing but purely love and adoration, and you kiss her, again, this time for less longer, but nonetheless pouring everything into it.

When she manages to pull back, despite her own heart protesting, she smiles at you.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that..."

The smile on your face grows and your hands cup her cheeks.

"Well now you can, any time you want."

She grins and kisses you again.

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[fiorserpen]

the faerie's hands move away slightly. " hey, it's okay... i'm not going to hurt you. " she tells it, her voice soft and gentle. she continues to reach out, fingers coming in contact with its face now. she smiles now, fingers moving over its smooth skin. " you're quite the interesting creature, aren't you? "

   hisses  softly.