#agatha harkness drabble

[stayevildarling]

can I request an agatha x reader fic. in westview so no witches road or anything (need a break) . where someone stalks reader bc she‘s agatha‘s girlfriend and tries to get closer to them in order to steal agatha‘s powers or get to her. maybe reader gets hurt. very angsty and overprotective agatha please!!

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Shadows of Magic

A/N: Thank you very much for requesting this! I love requests like these 🤍 This is somewhat an AU but not really, basically Aggy x Reader live in Westview and share their lives together there. Also please ignore my description of seasons, I‘m just gonna pretend they have the same seasons as Europe there😅

tw/tags: established relationship, mention of witchhunters, mention of blood, mentions of injury, overprotective agatha, dark agatha, hurt/angst/comfort

word count: 4k

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The days in Westview had grown colder lately, darker even, fall unfortunately almost coming to an end, as the leaves slowly began falling from the trees, another reminder of another year passing by. Usually you wouldn‘t mind this, loving fall with every fiber of your being and spending the best Halloween ever with your Aggy. You loved the winter, the beginning of Snowfall and Christmas and you had already began working on your presents for your girlfriend.

But something had felt different this time, it began with something almost unnoticeable, a prickle at the back of your neck when you are alone, the feeling of eyes lingering on you for too long. But you brushed it off every single time, assuming it was just your imagination or watching too many horror shows and Halloween movies with your girlfriend. But as more days pass, the feeling becomes hard to ignore, often turning around when walking on your own but never noticing anything suspicious. At first you assumed it was maybe Aggy pulling a prank or even occasionally following you as she was undeniably overprotective but the thought quickly vanished when you remembered the deep trust between you both.

Ironically enough you didn’t feel like you could tell Agatha about this, not because you didn’t trust her but because you didn’t want to worry her. She was so busy, providing for you both, working on her magic and especially working effortlessly in her basement over the last few weeks. One evening it happened again, picking up some groceries for dinner, the street empty and some fog rolling in, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminating the scene further. You were almost home when you felt it again, your breath catching in your throat but as you glanced over your shoulder there was nothing or no one there.

Back at the house, Agatha was humming softly in the kitchen, waiting for your return as she finished for the evening. „Everything okay, hon?“ she asked and you considered then but seeing the exhaustion in her eyes and at the same time that playful smile, excited to spend time with you, you couldn‘t ruin the moment, instead forcing a smile and reassuring her you are okay. But it never stopped, the last few weeks the feeling growing more intense and causing your anxiety to act up slightly as you were more fidgety, more careful with your movements.

And Agatha being Agatha of course she noticed the change, despite the business, despite your secrecy, she could tell something was upsetting you, making you nervous and so she watched with quiet concern, deciding to keep an eye on you as her attempts to talk to you and get some truths out hadn‘t been successful so far. But the brunette was too late.

It‘s close to dusk when you finally step out of the little shop, arms full of carefully wrapped presents you picked out for your girlfriend for Christmas. It was early really, maybe too early but you wanted it to be perfect for her, give back for all the things she would do for you on a regular without you ever asking. You linger for a moment, smiling at the parcels and imagining the soft look on her face before she would scold you for getting her so many. But you had listened carefully, gotten a few books and crystals she had mentioned as well as some little things you knew she adored.

You are just a few blocks from home, feeling your phone in your pocket vibrating a few times, assuming it must be Aggy but unable to reach for it with your hands full. The sudden feeling creeps over you again, sharper this time but before you can respond, speed up a little or reach for your phone you realize this had never been your imagination to begin with. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs your arm hard, yanking you into a hallway as the packages fall from your grip and scatter on the pavement. You try and twist, seeing who has pulled you into darkness but another set of hands presses against your mouth, muffling your screams.

„Quiet now“ a cold voice commands and you shiver as you feel somehing sharp and cold brushing against your cheek. „Wouldn‘t want to cause a scene, would we?“ he hisses and your stomach twists at his word, the disgusting tone and hands still gripping you tight. You try to fight, sqiurming and clawing but they are too strong and as another person appears, blocking out the last glimpse of daylight, you know it‘s too late. Their faces are hooded but you can feel their gazes, intense and calculating. One of them leans in close, their breath warm against your ear.

„She‘s powerful isn‘t she?“ one of them spits and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. „Agatha“ he says her name, rolling of his tongue in a way that makes your blood boil. „People say she‘s untouchable.. but everyone has a weakness“. Their grips tighten around you before another adds „Looks like your hers“. Defeat fills you as they drag you away into the back of a van, your cries and pleas unheard and as the doors slam shut, Westview fades away, leaving nothing but the scattered gifts on the floor and your sobbing, chained form in the back of a van.

Meanwhile Agatha has been pacing the livingroom, glancing at the clock on the wall for what feels like the hundreth time. You had told her you would be back by now and despite telling herself you might have just gotten caught up with something while shopping, there is a strange feeling gnawing at her insides. She picks up the phone again, this time opting to call you instead of texting but when the call goes straight to voicemail, she can‘t help it, grabbing her coat and leaving the house.

A part of her worries she‘s too overprotective, maybe even controlling when it comes to your safety but she hadn‘t let anyone come this close into her life, opening her heart in a way no one else had. Changing her selfish ways and life completely as you undeniably brought sunshine into her life. She steps through the quiet and now dark neighborhood, making her way to the shops. Her heels click against the sidewalk as she heads towards the area you mentioned, her eyes scanning every shadow and empty corner, seeing the stores closed now. But she can‘t see you, knowing if you had been on the way home, she would have caught you as there is just this one direction leading towards home.

Then, something catches her eyes, something metallic and torn and when she steps closer she sees the pieces of wrapping paper, discared on the ground. Her heart twists in her chest, still trying to stay calm but when she takes the contents into her hands she knows. The books she had mentioned, the crystals. Moments later as she digs through the things she stumbles upon your phone and her heart stops, knowing this was no coincidence, realizing the last few weeks hadn’t been either.

„Where are you?“ she whispers, her voice laced with panic but as she looks around further she sees some droplets of blood leading towards an now empty ally. With clenched fists she stands in the silence of Westview. Realizing that something must have happened, someone must have taken you. Guilt instantly fills her, realizing she should have done something weeks ago, the feeling of being followed, your anxiety and all the things she had been brushing off. Knowing she should have been more careful, knowing she should have accompanied you rather than working on her magic. Each regret feels like a sharp twist of a knife into her heart, your sweet smile and your gentle eyes filling her memory and causing tears to fill her features. „No..“ she mutters, sadness, shock and fear overwhelming her as she thinks about what may have happened.

But then her voice drops to a dark whisper, purple smoke filling the air around her as anger overtakes her, knowing someone had touched what belongs to her. „I‘ll find you. I swear it“ she whispers before picking up the scattered items, quickly making her way home, more determined now than ever to find you quickly and hold whoever is responsible for this accountable. And she wastes no time in practically running home, almost stumbling down the stairs into her basement as she begins laying out countless items, partly belonging to you as she begins casting a spell on finding you.

And Agatha being one of the most powerful witches around and this not being her first spell on finding someone, she manages to trace your steps instantly, wasting no time as she hurries into a car, wanting to leave no traces of her own behind by teleporting as she doesn‘t know just who she is dealing with yet. In the meantime, you had been dropped into a room, chained and picked up by your hair as they dragged you through a cool and damp space, seemingly big as every single noise echoes around. There is silence for a while as you sniffle quietly, feeling the effects of your stupidness hit deep as you really should have spoken up. You pray that Agatha won‘t find you, having not a single doubt about her abilities but having heard their plans as they dragged you inside, knowing that this was a trap, that they wanted her to find you.

The witches love brings her close to you, a trail of purple ahead of her as she follows with a heavy heart. All sorts of thoughts fill her head as the dread of losing you becomes stronger. She thinks of the times when you first moved to Westview, how you met almost by accident and how you both somehow had been captivated by each other. Your hearts intertwined with the first kiss, before that gentle silent love confessions through locking eyes or the ocassional finger brushing against each other‘s skin. The witch learnt what true love was, forgot her sometimes selfish reasons in life and what it meant to be ready to lose everything for the one she loves. You made her better, every minute of every day you made her stronger, forget about her past and hauntings of it. She loved holding you close to her chest, seeing your face light up when she would show you some magic or when she would spoil you rotten.

Agatha adored the way she could make your face fall apart, how your bodies worked its on magic with each other and how you would always fall on your knees for her. And she couldn‘t imagine a life without you anymore, speeding through the dark night sky and eventually getting to an abandoned building outside of town. And meanwhile they had taken off the blindfolds, throwing all sorts of questions at you on how to get to your girlfriend, how to lure her there and asking specific questions about her magic. And a part of you couldn‘t quite grasp how stupid they are, having assumed they would be good enough at this to know all of those things already and bit by bit you hoped that Aggy may find you. But it took her a while to get to you, the people having captured you growing impatient as they begin to leave their frustration and lack of planning and organisation out on you, their fists landing hard on your face, leaving stinging bruises and droplets of blood.

They begin moving in some weird machine looking things that you hadn‘t seen before, designed to take Agatha‘s power and you begin feeling the confusion, their questions not matching their actions and as you watch them interact with each other you can tell one of them is desperate to get answers, hitting you repeatly until you eventually see stars. One of them watching in sorrow despite the mask and ushering him to stop over and over again while the third seemed to not care what is happening at all. And you hoped he would leave again, hoped you could reason with the seemingly nice one. And as he steps away for a moment you try your luck, a desperate attempt as your body aches with the pain they had inflicted on you, stars filling your vision and your voice quiet.

„Please… please let me go“ you whimper, not finding the strength within you to plead with him properly. You watch him through your blurry vision, almost thinking he was going to answer you when the other one returns, a bucket of water this time, as he forces a cloth over your face, pouring the freezing cold water over you, causing you to choke again and again. You eventually black out from the ordeal, hearing the occasional noise just before everything goes black, their echoed shouting, whiring of a machine and some metal clanging nearby. You never notice Agatha rushing inside, how the machines are supposed to stop her but just as you had expected they didn‘t plan or think this through as much as you both had assumed by now. She walks straight past the machines, feeling a light tingle but nothing that could take her magic like they intended to.

Her eyes search frantically for you through the dark and it takes her a while until the familar cloud of purple appears, her magic sensing her distress upon finding you, slumped in a chair beaten and bruised. „Oh god Y/N“ she cries out as she runs over to you, dropping to her knees to look at your features. She checks your pulse first, sighing in relief as she finds one, weak but there. With a flick of her wrist the chains and blindfold disappear and she gently wipes the blood from your cheeks, your eyes fluttering open for a moment despite the exhaustion, your heart and body sensing your Aggy was close. „Oh thank god“ she whispers before you give her a dopey smile upon seeing her. „Aggy“ you whisper croakily and she knows you can‘t walk, gently taking you into her frame and putting one of your arms around her shoulders to get you to the car. She would have taken you into her arms but she could feel their presences around her and knew she needed to stay on guard, still unsure what game they were playing, their attempts harmless on her magic but the torture on you so vivid.

„It‘s okay sweet girl, I‘m here, I‘m taking you home“ she whispers on the brink of tears as she helps you get up and begin walking. Her blood quickly begins boiling as she watches the three frames enter her vision, standing there pathetically with weapons in their hands. „The trap worked“ one of them laughs in a way that causes her anger to increase. „Not really moron, your machines did nothing“ she hisses and he grins in disbelief as he starts up the gun in his hand, blue blasting lights blaring towards you both and bringing Agatha to her knees. They had been much more calculated than you both believed, the machines a mere distraction to make it seem like they didn‘t know what they are doing, the torture not necessary as they knew all those answers already, only wanting to let off steam and you playing into their sick fantasies.

Agatha feels her magic burning in her veins, a feeling she had felt before, all to familiar as she slowly feels her abilities beginning to leave her. The impact of Agatha dropping to her knees startled you awake, your vision still slightly blurry, body still aching but watching it all unfold. Agatha‘s eyes searching yours, filled of regret and defeat, knowing she couldn‘t help you. You watch with a pained expression as the „nice guy“ struggles with whats happening, the other seemingly careless guy having already ran by now. And you pull all your strength together, pushing Aggy out of the way as the blue blasting stops, hitting through your body instead of the woman‘s. „No“ she screams as she regains her strength, sending the guy flying to the next wall, watching your weakend body on the floor. „No wait“ you scream as she flicks her wrist and points it at the other guy.

„Not.. him“ you pant, knowing he somehow didn‘t mean for any of this to happen. Her face twists in horror and confusion, not thinking about sparing either of their lives. And she wastes no time, sending him flying to the nearest wall sucking their life force out of them as she walks past, her anger burning and parts of the old Agatha back. She picks you up this time, crying, shocked and hurt. She doesn‘t care about your pleas or shivering in her arms as she gets you home. Despite the shock of it all, you manage to relax and fall asleep beside Agatha in the car, your head leaning against the window, the exhaustion heavy on your body.

By the time your girlfriend has you home, you are passed out asleep, sleeping off the lingering reminders of pain and trauma that the events of this have had on you. Once she has you home and safe, she is back to your old Aggy, taking you gently into her arms, careful where she is touching you, before tugging you into bed. She stays by your side, laying awake next to you as the events from this night linger on her mind, your broken and exhausted form, your pleas and the way your face crumbled and twisted when she did what she had done. But she doesn't feel an ounce of remorse, no one getting to touch you, ever. The only thing replaying in her mind is your face, sending a pang of guilt through her body, wishing you never had to see any of this, wishing none of this would have happened, wishing she just went with you and never let you near any danger.

It's early morning when you next wake up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the first peaks of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. For a split second the world feels normal, like none of this happened. Like this was just a bad dream but when you feel the pain radiating from your entire body, a pounding headache, the memories slowly wash over you again. And then they come crashing, leaving you trembling and shaking as their voices repeat in your mind, their hands sting and leave more bruises. But Agatha is there in an instant, turning over to you and taking your shivering form into her embrace. ,,Shh I'm here'' she coos, holding you close to her chest and soothingly rocking you back and forth. ,,They can't hurt you now angel'' she coos and despite trying to reassure you, she sends another wave of anxiety through you as you remember what happened, how they had been on the floor when you left, looking lifeless and cold.

,,Aggy.. you... you killed them'' you whisper, staring into her eyes in realisation and when she sees the scared in your eyes, her heart breaks, for the first time ever seeing you scared of her and she didn't know how to act, instinctively pulling you a little closer as she was scared you would slip through her fingers further. She could never explain this to you, the love she felt for you ever since seeing you for the first time, your adorable smile, your shyness and squirming around her and how your hearts seemed to realise much faster than either of you did. How she would kiss death in order to safe you every single time, how she would go back to her old ways in order to save you, how the universe could never be a priority as long as you are alive.

The brunette doesn't know what to say, silence filling the bedroom but as your eyes meet hers, you can see the vulnerability in them, the scared of your reaction, the hurt of your reaction and the guilt. ,,I wanted to keep you safe'' she admits and your eyebrows furrow before she whispers again ,,No one gets to touch you, hurt you, ever'' she carries on, her voice filled with a seriousness and overprotectiveness that takes your breath away. And then you realise that no one had ever cared for you the way your Aggy had. No one ever listened to you as intently, no one ever cared about your interests in the way she had, letting you ramble about plots of a book or tv shows for hours on end and never getting tired of it. How no one had quite ever cared about your physical wellbeing the way she had, always holding your hand before crossing a street, always making sure your seatbelt is buckled when driving somewhere. And the realisation brings tears to your eyes, just how much Aggy loved you, just how far she would go for you, going back to the darkness in order to save you.

She instantly notices your tears, hesitant as her fingers hover above your cheeks but wiping them nevertheless, the sight of you crying breaking her heart every single time. ,,I'm sorry for scaring you'' she admits, her own tears reflecting in her beautiful orbs. ,,You.. you saved me Aggy'' you whisper, getting to understand the depth she went through for you and grateful nevertheless. You both knew this would take time to heal together, to talk this through together but all you both want right now is to hold each other, appreciate being with each other and fate not having seperated you further. Agatha watches your body up and down, the bruises and cuts on your face, the guilt reflecting in her orbs.

„Did they..“ she begins but stops herself as she looks away, wanting to be strong for you. „Hurt you anywhere else?“ she asks hesitantly after a moment and you quickly shake your head and a sigh of relief leaves her. „I‘m - so sorry I wasn‘t there with you“ she whispers and the guilt radiates off her that much that all you can do is lunge forward and take her into your arms, wrapping around her and seeking her warmth and safety. And despite wanting to give her comfort and reassurance right now, being in her arms makes you feel complete, slowly washing away the events and pain from the previous day. „It‘s not your fault Aggy“ you reassure and she stays silent while the two of you quietly hold onto each other. Neither of you speak for a while, the fireplace softly crackling in the background as you hold each other, the events from before slowly melting away.

After a while she pulls away ever so slightly, her hands still on you to reassure and show you she is right there. „How about we get you cleaned up sweet girl?“ she offers and you nod, holding the hand she is offering before following her into the bathroom, both of you noticing the exhaustion heavy on your features again and still aching body. But Aggy is there, gently wiping your bruises and the blood away, gently hovering her hands over them and making them go away one by one. And softly she would soothe you back to sleep, hold you in her arms and whisper reassuring nothings into your ear, holding you steady, not sleeping herself in order to be there. And softly and slowly Aggy would soothe you through this, shushing the nightmares, always ready to listen and hold you. And she was sure to never let you near harms away again, keeping you close to her heart and hand at all times. Protecting you, always.

[miloscozycorner]

hiya! idk if you write for agatha, so just ignore this if you dont!

if you do then yay!! would u do hcs of agatha being a carer for a baby regressor reader? thanks! have a good day!

I do write for Agatha! I love her :’) sadly I haven’t watched Agatha All Along yet, but I have lots of friends who are bugging me to! Gotta get on that.. anyhow, enjoy! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

- Loves to show off her magic to impress you! Agatha learns lots of different magic tricks just to show off. Doesn’t even matter if it’s real magic or not- you’ll always be impressed.

- Buys lots of purple things for you- she thinks it’s adorable for you to match with her. Purple sippy cups, pacis, anything.

- Even though you��re usually too tiny to maintain a conversation, she loves to go along with it. You’ll babble about something and she’ll nod enthusiastically. “You’re so right, baby!”

- Playtime with Señor Scratchy is a must. Lots of pets and cuddles with him, and you hold him if you’re very gentle :3

- Very protective- doesn’t really like when her baby does too much exploring. She’d much rather keep you bundled up and safe with her >:p

- Constant affection! She’s super clingy so she’s always holding you, wanting to cuddle, all of it. “Why don’t you give mama a hug?”

- Just very soft in general. Coos to you, calls you silly petnames. No matter how scary she is to anyone else, you’re her baby :’3!

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

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[natashasvixen]

Bunny love

Summary: As much as she may try to hide it from her Rio knows that Agatha gets lonely when she has to “work” and while away she finds what she hopes may be the perfect companion for her wife.

Tags: Pure fluff, married Agathario, soft Rio, soft Agatha, baby Señor Scratchy, pet names (mi amor, angel) , pre Agatha all along?

💢Spoilers if you don’t know Rio’s identity yet💢

Author’s note: Hi hello, I genuinely don’t remember the last time I wrote anything but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and I just love them so much, we aren’t going to talk about how much research I did into rabbit breeds being introduced to which countries and in which years, it’s embarrassing…. Enjoy!

Scotland 1953

It was late into the night, maybe even early morning judging by the pitch blackness outside the windows as Agatha sat next to the fireplace she’d been tending with a blanket thrown over her lap and one of her many spell books balanced neatly on the arm of the couch. The Scottish winters were harsh but the little cottage nestled away in the highlands that her and Rio shared fared well and it was more than worth it for the beauty of the landscape that surrounded their home. Here she and her wife almost felt closer to their witch roots than even that of being back in Salem and Agatha certainly didn’t miss the reminders of her Mother and Coven everywhere she looked, here in the forest surrounded by only nature she knew they were safe to live their life together, not having to hide their magic or their love for one another.

With a slight sigh Agatha pulled herself out of her little daydream and focused her eyes back on the pages of the book in front of her, her head was starting to hurt from the jumble of Latin and other languages, Agatha reached forward for the piece of paper she was jotting down notes on, grabbed her pen and wrote down a few more things that could be of help for the spell she was trying to create, Rio said she was mad trying to make a child of magic that would be both of theirs equally but Agatha would go to the ends of the earth to make it true, she wanted nothing more than a family with the love of her life and deep down she knew Rio wanted it too, she didn’t care if it was against the laws of magic to do so and for hours upon end every day she would read every spell book and grimoire cover to cover trying to find all the answers and incantations she may need to finally make her and Rio’s dream a reality.

The Netherlands (somewhere)

To be perfectly honest Rio wasn’t sure where she was, the Netherlands that’s for sure but she’s not sure which city she is on the outskirts of, you’d think after hundreds of years of transporting souls of the dead to their final resting place all over the world she would be better at her geographical knowledge but it wasn’t really important when you always had the same destination to reach in the end. It had been a tiring trip, yes she was death personified but that didn’t mean what she had to do got any easier over the years, this time it had been a young family and while at least they could stay together it still drained her to think of the life they could have had. Gently she lowered herself to sit on a frosted log and took a moment to collect herself before heading home to her beloved. As Rio rested her head in her hands she heard a faint rustling in front of her, she narrowed her eyes and looked forward, faintly bringing her green magic to the surface, even now the memories of the witch trials hung over her head and she was always ready to protect herself if need be.

Much to Rio’s amusement a small rabbit emerged from the undergrowth, “wow lady death being spooked by a bunny rabbit that’s a new low” she mused to herself as she watched the rabbit tentatively move closer to her. “Well you certainly aren’t meant to be out here, you’re definitely not a wild rabbit” Rio spoke to the small creature slowly lowering her hand out for the bunny to sniff, the little thing was as far from a wild rabbit as you could get, bright white with speckles of light orange and black spots and the floppiest ears you’ve ever seen also far too tiny to be out wandering alone.

Being a green witch and yet also lady death was a confusing combination for nature to comprehend sometimes, Rio was drawn to nature and it often returned the same feeling towards her, that included the living beings that inhabited its world and this baby rabbit seemed no different, hopping over after a quick sniff of her hand and settling down under Rio’s cloak to shield itself from the cold breeze that washed over the countryside, she chuckled at its actions and flicked her wrist, her green magic making some dandelions sprout from the icy ground which the rabbit happily munched on.

As the witch watched the small rabbit eat she pondered to herself, “can’t exactly leave you out here can I? And Agatha has been going on about getting a familiar” the tiny ball of fluff stood up on its back legs resting its front feet on the side of Rio’s leg barely reaching above her boot and looking at her intently. Rio smiled to herself and scooped the rabbit into her arms who settled down instantly into the warmth, “she’s going to say I’ve gone soft” she scoffed to herself as she prepared to transport herself and her new little companion home.

Agatha’s research for the night was becoming increasingly exhausting and she knew she should have been in bed hours ago, this was made abundantly clear when she felt the familiar pull of her wife’s magic that was so intertwined with her own she knew when she was close, meaning she was in fact home from helping another soul pass on through the veil.

Rio always transported herself home outside of their cottage when she was late not wanting to wake her wife from her slumber however as soon as she found herself on the snow dusted doorstep of their home she could feel Agatha’s magic humming with life and clearly not sleeping, gently tucking the little bundle of fluff she was carrying further into her cloak both to keep him warm and hidden so she could surprise her lover she gently eased the wooden door open and slipped inside quickly to not let the heat of the fire out.

Slipping off her boots and easing down the hood of her green cloak she moved her way into the living area where she saw her wife smiling tiredly at her from her comfy position on the couch, “mi amor what are you still doing awake” Rio asked quietly as she raised an eyebrow questioningly. “Just doing some more research” Agatha sighed, motioning to the still open spell book, “I didn’t realise the time, how was your trip angel?” She questioned softly. Rio scoffed as she always did at the pet name Agatha had bestowed upon her all those years ago when they met for the first time, quite fitting being called an angel when she was literally death itself. “Tiring” she mumbled leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her wife’s head, as she did Agatha noticed movement beneath Rio’s cloak and a quick hiss came from her wife’s mouth, Agatha noted that she still had one arm tucked away behind the fabric. She tilted her head quizzically at the green witch, “what are you hiding from me?” She questioned reaching to grab at her cloak, “ah ah ah” Rio tutted, pulling away, “it’s a surprise” she said, holding up her other hand to wave a finger at her wife mockingly.

“Oh come on Ri you know I hate surprises” Agatha said getting up on her knees to try get a better look over the back of the couch at what her wife was concealing underneath her cloak. Rio rounded the couch and Agatha turned to follow her movements now sitting crossed legged as Rio stood in front of her with both her arms now tucked back inside her cloak, “you’re going to make fun of me” the green witch said as she became uncharacteristically shy and turned her body slightly away.

“Well that depends what it is but I promise I’ll try not to tease” Agatha said with a smirk reaching her hand out to beckon Rio closer to her.

Now Rio stood right in front of Agatha and the purple witch gently took hold of the arm that her wife had been hiding and noticed that there were scratch marks, “you think I’m going to make fun of you for getting scratched?” Agatha questioned looking confused “why haven’t you healed it these are hardly anything” right as she finished her sentence from Rio’s other arm and behind the fabric of her cloak hopped the tiny bunny landing straight in Agatha’s lap. “Well now you’ve ruined the surprise” Rio glared at the bunny making Agatha burst out laughing.

Rio pouted and crossed her arms over her chest “told you you’d make fun of me” she whined. Agatha’s laughter died down wiping a tear from her eye as she looked up at her wife who looked like an annoyed child, “I’m not making fun of you love he just took me by surprise” she giggled as she pulled her wife to sit next to her and started to pet the bunny who sat happily in her lap like nothing had happened, “and what pray tell made you take me home a sweet baby bunny?” She asked leaning over to press a kiss to Rio’s cheek.

Rio sighed leaning into her wife’s side, “well you haven’t let up about wanting a familiar recently and besides he found me not the other way around” she smiled reaching over to boop the bunny’s nose.

Agatha looked down lovingly at the bunny as she continued to pet him, “I was thinking more black cat or raven you know but hmmm I think I can train him up to be a scary bunny” Agatha cooed as she snuggled the bunny under her chin, not long after he kicked off his back feet jumping onto Agatha’s lap before further hopping down to the floor and flopping himself in front of the fireplace leaving Agatha with matching scratches on her arms, “te veo señor” Rio laughed and her and Agatha fell into each other giggling at the rabbits antics, “scratchy little thing” Agatha said examining her and her wife’s arms before looking back at the rabbit clearly making himself at home, “that’s what I’ll call you” she said placing a kiss to that back of Rio’s hand, “Señor Scratchy” she said looking into her wife’s eyes “thank you my angel” she said softly before leaning in and connecting their lips in a soft kiss, when they parted Rio started placing kisses on Agatha’s arm, “now let me fix the little devil’s marks” she smirked at her wife before starting to gently lick at the superficial wounds, “I missed you amor” she sighed against her skin, “I missed you too angel” Agatha said gently kissing her wife’s head.

Their perfect little family was almost complete.

[dungeonsanddoormats]

Death Becomes You

Pairing: Agathario

Summary: What happens when Rio pulls the rest of the coven from the mud.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Post Episode 5,

Death Becomes You

“Death becomes you.”

“I’m sure you think it does.”

“Do you have anything to show for any of it?”

It wasn’t that Agatha was wrong exactly. It was more that Rio was unfortunately right.

A-fucking-gain.

It really wasn’t fair. But then again what in Agatha’s life was? Her original coven tried to kill her, her son died, her mother wanted to kill her as soon as she left the womb. And now? Now that stupid ‘I don’t kill kids’ policy of hers was getting her killed.

And Rio, Rio was just staring at her, at all of them really, watching them die.

“Nothing. I have nothing to show for it.” Agatha croaked as the mud solidified her lungs. Rio may have pulled Agatha and the rest of the coven out of the mud but she certainly wasn’t helping them. “Looks like you’ll get your bodies after all.”

“It didn’t have to be this way. If you had just let the boy go…”

Agatha heaved and coughed up specs of dust as Rio brushed a few stray hairs out of Agatha’s face. “We both know I couldn’t do that.”

“I suppose we do.” Rio paused and glanced around.

Agatha knew she was the last one alive. As much as she was loathed to admit it she knew she was connected to her new coven. Well, at least she would die with them this time.

“It’s time, Agatha. You know, this isn’t what I wanted. When I said I wanted bodies I didn’t mean yours. But you are too kind. Too good to do what is necessary to protect yourself.”

It was too hard to breathe. Agatha wanted to say something, anything to shit Rio up. But it was all she could do to get even a sliver of air into her lungs.

Rio was taunting her even at the end. But then again she wouldn’t be the woman Agatha fell in love with if she wasn’t.

Rio leaned down and pressed her forehead to Agatha’s, ignoring the dying witch’s violent shaking. “For what it’s worth, I will always regret our end.”

Which one? Agatha wondered. The end where Nicholas died or this one?

Agatha’s vision was spotty. She was blacking out. It was happening. After hundreds of years she was going to die.

Finally.

Finally?

The thought surprised her. She had always fought so hard to stay alive. Agatha had never really thought about whether or not she wanted to live.

Not that it mattered now.

Agatha’s body stilled. The last thing she felt was Rio pressing her lips to Agatha’s. They’re finally kiss, the kiss of death.

[divinemissem13]

Flufftober Drabble, Day 3 - Favorite Scent

The smell of rich, fertile earth tickles Agatha's nose and she knows without looking that Rio has followed her. As the green witch gets closer, another scent moves to the forefront of Agatha's senses: the cloying scent of rotting flowers, both death and life all in one. Agatha stops walking and closes her eyes, breathes in deeply and lets the scent enter her through every pore. She licks her lips and can almost taste it.

She hates this smell.

She loves this smell.

Most of all — and this she would never admit out loud — she has missed it.

Missed her.

[bigbadripley]

Hi! I would love to request an Agatha Harkness smut please 🥺🥹 I need it

Pathetic (18+)

Pairing: Dom!Agatha x Sub!Fem!Reader | Minors DNI!!  ⚠️

Warnings: (large) strap use

Agatha had a hard day and was obviously stressed when she came home. You hated seeing her stressed, so you offered to be on top this time and give her a show. You didn't think it would be difficult until her strap bottomed out in you, feeling painful and causing you to make a face.

"What's the matter? Can't ride me?" She asked, pushing her hips upward as you attempted to roll your hips. It felt good in some places and not good in others.

"I can… I got it." You tried to sound reassuring, but the strap bit your cervix as you sat back down on it, causing you to wince.

"Pathetic baby can't even ride me right. Want me to fuck your pussy instead? Hm?" She taunted. It sounded a lot better than this, and you nodded, disappointed in yourself for being unable to take over. Agatha rolled you over on your back and began rocking in and out of your cunt.

"Better?" She questioned, knowing she was hitting all the right spots as your eyes fluttered and moans escaped from your lips. You hummed your agreement, and she continued to fuck you, digging her fingers into the soft padding of your hips.

[maxislvt]

Can I request G!P Agatha Harkness x reader? Smut 🙈

warnings: objectification (the sexy kind), brief choking, face slapping, orgasm denial

"Aggie, please god stop messing around and just give it to me!"

Despite your desperate whining, Agatha continued swirling the tip of her cock between your slick folds. She chuckled evilly. "I'll listen to you when you're not the one with your hands tied to the bed." Her thumb brushed up against your clit a few times. She worked you so much, it was a shock you hadn't cum already. "You're always such a messy thing," She coed.

You tugged at the rope holding your wrist above your head. If you'd known she'd be this mean about it, you would've never agreed to be tied up like this. "I've been so good, I deserve a reward." The wetness between your legs was vulgar and unbearable. Your legs locked around her waist and pulled her closer. "Please, don't you want to fill me up with your pups?"

Agatha hummed. Two of her fingers spread your velvety lips apart and watched your whole clenched around nothing. "Alright, but I don't wanna hear any whining when you're stuffed full of my pups and can't walk." Without warning, she thrusted her dick into you until her hips met your ass. "Ah, I said no complaining. Be a good slut and stay quiet." She didn't bother giving you time to respond and began rutting into you.

You had learned the hard way to take every word Agatha said to heart. If she told you to be quiet you weren't to say a word and any other noises were to be kept at a minimum. That would've been easy for most other subs. It wasn't so easy when you were being pounded into by nine inches of nothing but pure lust and frustration. A heavy drawn out moan fell from your lips and earned you a quick slap to the face.

"I said be quiet," She hissed. Her hips snapped forward harshly. Agatha was in no way concerned with your pleasure. You were just a toy for her. Toys didn't need to cum. "Fuck, you're so nice and tight for me." Her toned arms hooked underneath your legs and pushed them to your chest as she shut her eyes. For a while, she let your tiny whimpers go unchecked but they slowly grew louder and louder. "Shut. Up." She said punctuating her words with much harsher slaps.

"Ah! That's not gonna make me…" Your frustration was cut off by Agatha's hand on your throat. There was no pressure behind it, but you took the hint. You chewed the inside of your cheek and let Agatha continue with her fun. If she needed a good, quiet toy. You were going to be the one to fill that roll. Even if you were so desperate to release yourself.

It felt like hours had passed by as Agatha abused your desperate little hole. You just couldn't keep up with her that long. Her orgasm seemed to never be coming but you were so close to edge about every five minutes. And Agatha knew every time. She'd let you get so close to the edge only to pull and watch you desperately squirm and try to keep quiet. Agatha's cruelty hit its peak just as she reached her own.

"Fuck, fuck, there we go." She muttered as she let her cum shoot out onto your lower stomach. Thick, hot, white ropes of it shot out of her endlessly as she stroked her own shaft. A cruel smile spread across her face as she watched your face fall and shift into one of desperation. "Aww poor thing, did you really think it'd be that easy? Maybe if you're extra still next time it won't happen.

[layla4567]

KIND OF DRABBLE WITH ADAM WARLOCK (WANDAVISION AU)

part 2

Adam walked absentmindedly reading a newspaper while you used your powers to tidy up the dishes. Suddenly a plate collided with Adam's head and broke.

*laughter from the audience*

"What was that?" he asked with a frown

"Oh my husband and his indestructible head"

"My wife and her charming powers"

You took off your apron by hanging it on a hook on the wall while Adam removed his hat and folded the newspaper in two. They were separated by a beautiful pastel light blue countertop, so they both leaned in to give each other a tender and quick kiss on the lips.

*aww from the audience*

"How was today dear?"you asked

"Pretty good, you know, the same old stuff. But I couldn't wait to come home to see you"

You walked strutting near Adam

"Well, it's good that you say it because I have a special surprise for you!"

"Really? and what is?"

You pointed to an almanac behind him

"There, look at the date. Today something special is celebrated"

Adam remained doubtful for a few seconds without knowing what to answer. If only he could remember the date.

"Oh yeah right! The date.."

"Adam, you remember the date, don't you?" you became serious with your hands on your hips and a reproachful look

Adam got nervous and pretended to answer an imaginary phone with his hand extending the thumb and little finger and then put it to his ear. "Oh, do you hear that? Someone is calling me. I have to go. Bye!"

*laughs*

★・・・・・・★

Adam went out to visit some neighbors to see if they needed help with anything, he was very helpful and did simple tasks like cutting the grass or babysitting, and he couldn't help but wonder what was the special celebration of that day. Meanwhile you were preparing dinner and decorating the house.

"Come on Warlock thinks, what is celebrated today? Her birthday? no no that was last month"

He was walking with the lawn mower through a neighbor's garden while he was frowning trying to discover that doubt that tormented him

"Now I put the chocolate in the casserole in a bain-marie.. What's that smell? Oh no the cake is burning!!"

Meanwhile you had your own problems to solve, you weren't a very good cook but you did your best. You opened the oven door and saw how a little smoke came out, you carefully removed the cake and noticed that it was a little burned on the bottom. You sighed in sorrow.

"Independence Day? Valentine's Day? Ugh, what is it??"

Suddenly Adam remembered, that day in the office his colleagues had talked about the boss going on vacation and they were planning to have a nice gesture with him. Then Adam proposed inviting him to his own home for dinner. Feeling happy he jumped for joy as a dog stared at him, tilting its head

"What?"he told the dog

*laughs*

You were trying to cover the burnt part of the cake while with your powers you had put the spoon in the saucepan to stir the chocolate without stopping when the phone rang, you ran to answer

"Yes? Who is it?"

"My dear it's me, Adam. I just wanted to tell you that I can't wait to see you at the house tonight for this special occasion".

You smiled from ear to ear blushing slightly, so after all he did remember. "I'll be here waiting for you my love, I love you bye"

You went back to the kitchen and after a few minutes you managed to prepare something decent and the chocolate dipped strawberries were ready. You changed your apron for something more comfortable. Snapping your fingers you made a nice pale pink silk nightgown appear, it was floor length and on the sleeves as well as on the bottom it had feathers like a soft feather boa. It had a plunging neckline too. Suddenly you felt that someone opened the door, you couldn't see who it was because you had turned off the light and there were few candles on, yet you knew it was Adam.

"Guess who". You stood behind the man and put your hands in front of his face covering his eyes.

But appearances are deceiving because out of nowhere someone turned on the light and appeared behind you, he had entered through the kitchen

"(Y/N)!"

"Adam?!"

You turned scared looking at him with a face of confusion and surprise. If he was Adam who was the…? The man in front of you turned around with an even more confused and slightly sullen face.

"(Y/N) This is Mr. Brook. I invited him to dinner today, remember?" Adam said nervously trying to lighten the situation.

Mr. Brook looked you up and down and you just realized that you were in a revealing outfit in front of a stranger

"Oh..". You covered your chest in embarrassment as Adam came up behind you making a face that was meant to be a smile.

*the audience bursts out laughing*

"May I know what kind of way to greet guests is that?" growled Mr. Brooks

"It's a-an European greeting, my wife is from there. It's kind of a tradition"

Immediately afterwards, Adam stood behind you and did the same thing that you had done before. He placed his chin on top of your head and gently covered your eyes saying "Guess who" while you turned and shook his hand awkwardly.

"Excuse me but I have to talk to my husband for a second, honey will you follow me into the kitchen?"

You grabbed Adam's wrist and pulled him into the kitchen, accidentally your nightgown had opened again at the chest, revealing your cleavage.

"Can you explain to me what your boss is doing here?"

"What are you wearing??"

"Why didn't you tell me that you had invited him to dinner?"

"What are you wearing..". Now Adam had mumbled it, sliding his eyes down a bit.

You crossed your arms, pursing your lips. "I thought you remembered the special date!"

"And I did it! I was supposed to invite the boss who is going on vacation today"

"No, today was supposed to be our wedding anniversary silly!!". You blurted out pronouncing each syllable slowly

"Oh no.."

"This is a disaster!". Pouting you walked away from Adam about to cry

"How sorry my love I feel like a fool for forgetting our anniversary, but we can work it out. I promise you that after Mr. brooks is gone we will be able to celebrate our anniversary together properly".

"You promise?"

"Of course"

You smiled and kissed your husband tenderly

"Do you think he would like chocolate strawberries?"

★・・・・・・★

What happened next was quite chaotic, you had changed your clothes while preparing another dinner, this time something simpler just for the three of you. While Adam entertained Mr. Brooks so he wouldn't suspect that they didn't have anything ready to eat. I don't know who fared worse, if you were stressed following recipes you knew you couldn't cook or your husband who did the impossible so that his boss wouldn't get bored and leave, he even started to improvise a song.

However, in the end everything went well and when the boss left you two could finally rest.

"We're quite an peculiar couple don't you think darling?"

You walked over to sit next to him on the sofa. "That was never in doubt, honey"

"(Y/N) I'm sorry for forgetting something as important as this. It won't happen again"

You looked at him sweetly and placed your hand caressing his cheek to which Adam closed his eyes enjoying the warmth of your hand

"Oh Adam, don't worry. The love you give me every day is more than enough"

he leaned in to kiss you and you returned the gesture

*the audience applauds*

★・・・・・・★

Although I wrote the same wandavision scene because I'm not very original, I must say that in my head Adam would not forget special dates. He just pays so much attention to you that he won't forget it, that's my headcanon

anyway enjoy this weird thing i wrote while bored

[stayevildarling]

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

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Dangerous together

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

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

word count: 5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[doubloons-21-blog]

“Scars” ~Agathario~ Drabble 💜💚

Pov Agatha

I was her scar. That's how she put it.

After all, she's here with me and she kept looking for me after... Nicky...

Should I give Rio credit for continuing to try to... Win me back? No, she's still the owner of my heart and she knows it.

I'm not surprised that Teen isn't who I wanted her to be, it was obvious that the boy lived another kind of reality and ambitions very different from those of my <dead> baby, yet I wanted to believe for a second that he was; Rio's and my child turns out to be another woman's.

I left her gift behind, once again I preferred to despise her advances and run... run to hide from her and everything she wanted to tell me, I know that her words will make me weak and the last thing I need in these circumstances is to fall into her hands again. I wouldn't be the same if I fell into her arms once more, because I don't want to stop clinging to the past.

I was about to give in and kiss her, but she stopped me. Why? Yes, I am what he wants, the woman he loves most of all that exists on the face of the Earth, I am his black wounded heart.

I left after he told me the truth, I still feel his touch on my skin, his heat that always burns me and takes my breath away; I want to touch her and kiss her <I WANT HER WITH ME NOW!> I love her, and that hurts me.

Everyone is already asleep, but she doesn't sleep.

Being alert, that's her job, seeing beyond the world and going after it to its decay, always picking up the pieces of others and taking them with her.

How I hated it... All the time she was part of them and she never touched any fragment for myself; I'm selfish and I can't stand others taking "something" from the creature I love.

She should rebuild me! Not destroy me! If she loves me so much then why does she do this to me!

The first time she gave me back hope when she made my mother and her stupid coven disappear. But she immediately took it all away from me when she took my little one away. And I hate her for that!

Why does she have to be Death!

Why can't she be just another mortal... Someone who isn't so hard to understand and appreciate!

My head and heart hurt from thinking and feeling so much.

Why do I have to suffer this hell?

All I wanted was to have them both without any kind of restriction or price. I tried so hard to move on and learn that not everything is bad, but I'm too stupid to believe that there is a happy ending to this shit.

There is no Eternal Love, nor a family.

I'm already falling asleep.

The silence is merely pleasant and the noise of my conscience has already quieted down.

But I know she's here, behind me; lurking.

I turn on my side from my lying position and there she is... Standing with the damn flower between her fingers making it spin.

...

—Can I lie down with you and hold you, my love? —she asks me with an innocent face.

I don't say anything and turn around again with my back to her.

After a few seconds I feel her arm around my waist and pull me closer to her body. She cups my head on her shoulder and inhales my hair, which makes me moan automatically.

I don't want her there, but not far away either. I love her, but I hate her.

I want to be “her everything,” and for this one night I will also hold her because that's what I want to do.

Hello!

This is the English version, but the Spanish version can be found on Wattpad:

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Hiya 😍 so I would like to request about dark! Agatha Harkness and fem!reader with smut cause she hot when she evil

Mommy’s Good Girl

Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Summary: How long have you been here?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, kiddnaping/manipulation, Agatha uses magic to mess with your memories, enchanted strap, breeding, Agatha uses magic like it's a drug on you

Word count: 955

A/N: Kinda struggled with what I wanted to do with this, but I'm happy with what it turned into

It had been a few months since you had come to Westview. You couldn't remember when exactly, but you found yourself living with your girlfriend, Agatha Harkness. Though she never allowed you outside of the house.

“It's dangerous out there dear. Mommy knows best.” She'd say and your mind would go fuzzy. Big thoughts leaving your head.

“You don't need all those big thoughts baby. Those are for Mommy to deal with.” You had no room to argue. You weren't even sure you could. The words alluding you completely.

You weren't sure why your brain always got so fuzzy after you'd ask a big girl question, but it always did. A purple tint in your eyes that you'd blink away along with those thoughts.

You were curled up on the couch one night with Agatha, her arm wrapped around your waist. Your head on her chest as she rubbed your thigh. You felt a wetness pool between your legs as you looked up at her.

“M-Mommy?” You dared ask, but she'd just shush you as she carried on until you were squirming. Your hand tightening into a fist on her shirt. Another plead falling past your lips as she looked at you with faux concern.

“Oh dear you're so silly. You know you're only good for Mommy’s pleasure, right?” Your face scrunched up in confusion. What was she talking about you had never…

A purple tint covered your eyes as you closed them tightly. That familiar fuzzy feeling back. “That's Mommy’s good girl. You're going to take what Mommy gives you and then you're going to forget like you always do so Mommy can enjoy that innocence of yours dear.” You groaned, trying to push away, but you had no strength. Another tint of purple and whispered words in your ear, “You want this dear. Don't run from Mommy.” Your eyes widened, everything only becoming fuzzier. You couldn't make out anything except her.

“Mmm Mommy…icky…” you squirmed, rubbing your thighs together.

“Oh? Do your princess parts feel all icky?” she cooed and you nodded. A wicked smile crossing her features. “Don't worry Mommy knows how to fix it.” The look you beamed up at her was her favorite everytime she did this. That look of innocent bliss of her being able to fix you. You would look so innocent until she was was three fingers deep. Fingers moving roughly to build you up only to stop just before you were there. A whine pushing past your lips only for her to push you. A snap of her fingers and you were both naked, how did she…? You never had time to finish that thought before her strap was pounding into you. Your mind goes absolutely blank. The only words you could form now were,

“Mommy, please! S'full Mommy!”

“That's my good girl. Taking Mommy so well. You're Mommy’s little pleasure doll aren't ya?” she asks and you nod, in your fuzzy state this was all you ever wanted, her, all of her, all of Mommy.

“Yesh Momma! S'full! Love it s'much!” You cry out feeling your coil tighten up. Your eyes widening looking up at her as you feel it get tighter and tighter with every thrust. She's hitting just the right spot relentlessly. Until you're pushed over the edge. Your coil snapping as you screamed and moaned out, clawing and biting on your Mommy. She whispered little praises in your ear.

“Mommy’s good girl. That's it. Let it happen baby. Mommy’s taking care of the icky feeling. Let it all out.” As she fucked you through the orgasm, the fuzziness dissipating, you tried pushing away. Overstimulation setting in.

Purple. Blink. Fuzzy.

“Mommy still needs to cum baby. Mommy’s gonna breed you like she always does and maybe this time you'll be good and give me what I want.” You groan at her words.

You could feel the overstimulation, yet you moved your hips with her letting orgasms rip through you, tears streaming down your cheeks that Agatha so kindly leaned down and licked off you with a moan.

“You're so pretty when you cry. I love seeing you all broken beneath me.” You felt her thrusts quicken, her breathing pick up. “Mommy’s cumming baby. Gonna fill you up and breed you baby. It's all your good for. Mommy’s breedable pet.”

“Yesh Mommy yesh…” you managed out, your throat hurt from screaming and moaning. She did a final rough thrust, hitting the deepest parts of you as you felt her fill you. A moan ripped from your throat, “Mommy’s breedable pet…” made its way past your lips.

“Such a good girl. It's too bad I have to take your memories.” Confusion on your face as you looked up through the haze as you saw her eyes glow purple and a purple mist come from her hand towards you.

“No Mommy please be good! I'll be good!” You tried to argue as waves of memories hit you of every time this happened. How long you'd actually been here in this almost constant fuzzy state. It wasn't a few months. It had been a few years.

You looked up with pleading eyes, more tears falling, you just wanted to be Mommy’s good girl. You couldn't live without her. Why would you want to? She takes care of everything even if she's kept you trapped here as her sex doll, her breedable pet. You didn't want to be anything else. You didn't want to forget.

You blinked, eyes feeling heavy. The room spinning as you tried to fight it. “Want Mommy please…be good…good baby, good pet.” Your words are slurring.

“Shhh sleep.” Purple. Blink. Darkness.

Maybe someday you'd convince her you wouldn't leave, but today wasn't that day.

[akeijiji]

once more to see you

Agatha Harkness was used to being alone. The covenless witch. 

She hadn't always been alone. She had her mother, her coven. But they had tried to kill her, and in turn, she killed them. It had been an accident - had it though?

Then there was Rio. Her Rio. Their son, Nicholas. That had been taken away from her too. Nicholas; corrupted by dark magic. She couldn't save him. Neither could Rio, who had been the one to take him away. She still hadn't forgiven her for that, and Rio hadn't forgiven her for making her do it. Not that she had a choice.

From then on, Agatha decided she wouldn't get close enough to someone again for them to hurt her like that. She had known enough pain and heartache to last her centuries. So she moved from place to place, gaining power and leaving bodies in her wake. Even so, she still never caught a glimpse of Death herself.

There was a witch she killed, a divination witch. She had foreseen a tragedy; the RMS Titanic, destined to sink to the bottom of the Atlantic. She knew Rio would be there, probably giddy with delight at the amount of bodies she would collect.

A part of her - the selfish part of her - wondered what would happen if she were on the ship. Would she see Rio again? Or, would the ocean take her as well, Rio coming to collect her? Deep down, all she wondered, all she hoped, was that she would finally be with Nicholas again. Hoped that Death would finally take her like she had taken their son.

She reached for her brooch, pressed it tightly against her chest. She grabbed an empty suitcase and her hat; no need to bring anything else. A paper appeared in her hand; one ticket aboard the RMS Titanic.

The ship was going down.

And she was going down with it.

okay so i keep seeing the hc that agatha sunk the titanic for rio but here me out: a divination witch foreseeing the disaster and agatha putting herself on that ship in hopes she would die, that rio would take her away so she could be with nicholas again

[camilaxmartin]

࣪𖤐 HELLO MY DEARS !! ITS KINKTOBER !!

ִ ࣪𖤐 here you have a list of kinks i will be writing this year (might add some if ill be able to write all of them) and i want you to hit me up with characters you’d like to read a drabble of with said kinks!:)

ִ ࣪𖤐 (in simple words, send me a character from my list of characters (THAT IM WRITING FOR AT THE MOMENT) add a kink (or number of that kink) and i’ll add up to my list until i’ve got all of them covered!! i’m not going for 30 as i’m SURE i won’t be able to write every single day. also! if you won’t fill up all of them i’ll probably just decide myself :)

࣪𖤐 also i’ve never done a tag list but if you’d like to be at one for this kinktober hit me up about it as well!

࣪𖤐 and obviously, all of those will be 18+ so minors dni

ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO:

WEEK 1:

ִ ࣪𖤐 #1 - breastfeeding/breastplay - with agatha harkness

ִ ࣪𖤐 #2 - somnophilia - with agatha harkness

WEEK 3:

ִ ࣪𖤐 #3 - breeding - with agatha harkness

ִ ࣪𖤐 #4 - pillow humping - with agatha harkness

WEEK 4:

ִ ࣪𖤐 #5 - messy drunk sex -

ִ ࣪𖤐 #6 - mutual masturbation - with agatha harkness

ִ ࣪𖤐 #7 - quickie/semi-public -

WEEK 5:

ִ ࣪𖤐 #8 - period sex -

ִ ࣪𖤐 #9 - praise kink -

ִ ࣪𖤐 #10 - phone sex/voice kink -

ִ ࣪𖤐 #11 - rough sex - with agatha harkness / rio vidal

[itsagentromanoff]

What if Tony Stark was Nicholas Scratch??

What if Tony was the reincarnation soul of Nicholas Scratch aka Agatha Harkness son, Nicky.

Just picture it; like Tony, Nicky draws people to him. Charms them.

People immediately flock to the youngster in the tavern singing The Ballad of the Witches' Road.

Like Nicky, Tony took Deaths hand and left behind people who mourn him.

So who wants to write this drabble?

[divinemissem13]

@flufftober day 11: ingredients and spells