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ginnsbaker · 5 months ago

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All Of Your Pieces (3 - The Neighbor)

Chapter Summary: Agnes sees the perfect opportunity to stir up some trouble while Wanda deals with her jealousy toward your work assistant, Geraldine. Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 2.8k+ | Chapter Tags/Warnings: None

A/N: I really have nothing to say except that I enjoyed writing Agatha in this chapter // More author's notes here.

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The team has been at a standstill, figuring out who’s behind this, or how to communicate with anyone trapped inside the town. Every drone they've sent in morphs into something entirely different, thwarting their efforts to gather any useful intel. The people sent underground to scout a safe route through have gone dark, their communication cut off. No one else volunteered to attempt approaching the perimeter after that.

The broadcasts they've been tracking are erratic, cutting out for hours with no warning, making it hard to keep a consistent eye on the town's odd behaviors. But it's during one of these quiet periods when something clicks in Darcy's mind.

“I think I have something,” Darcy blurts out to Jimmy. They’ve been scraping the bottom of the barrel, running out of faces to identify from the snippets of life in Westview they caught on screen.

“Yeah?” Jimmy gives her a tired look, only half-listening. He can't remember the last time he managed more than an hour of uninterrupted sleep. Even if he could find the time to rest, the bizarre situation they're in won't let his mind relax.

Darcy sighs and leads him outside the tent.

“So, you’ve seen that radio on Wanda’s kitchen counter, right?”

Jimmy only nods.

Darcy continues, “The next time she’s washing dishes, or whatever—which by my count—happens about once an episode, barf, we’ll shoot a signal to that little guy.” She leads him to a set of computers set up behind a pickup truck. Jimmy doesn’t understand what’s going on with these systems, but he’s hoping Darcy really is onto something.

“This transmitter will mimic the frequency of the broadcast,” she pauses to catch her breath in the cold and to give him time to catch up with her science. “And if my theory is right, it will allow us to speak to her.”

She cuts off any chance for Jimmy to comment and assures him, “This is definitely going to work.”

–

The annual Westview Harvest Festival is in full swing. The town square is packed with booths overflowing with baked goods and fresh fall produce. A small stage is set up for the local band playing tunes from the 70s, while kids dart around in all directions, their faces painted with fanciful designs. Billy and Tommy are with their preschool teachers, who are keeping them and other children their age occupied with arts and crafts that involve tumbleweeds—a material no one seems to think is entirely safe for five-year-olds to play with.

In hindsight, it’s the ideal setting for introductions and mingling. However, everyone here already knows each other—everyone, that is, except for Wanda. She makes an effort to blend in, but apart from a few interactions with the planning committee, which weren’t particularly fruitful, she often remains secluded at home. This makes you, the only one in the household who heads out daily for work, the more socially connected of the two. It’s both amusing and slightly anxiety-inducing to watch you interact with the townsfolk who are essentially strangers to you and to Wanda, if only you knew. You and Wanda never had the opportunity to live a normal life, to settle in a typical city, surrounded by neighbors who could have become integral to the life you might have built together.

Seeing you interact with these people, she’s realizing it’s harder than she thought to share you with others. Or maybe she’s just as selfish as she’s always been, never really outgrowing it. When you were both part of the Avengers, it was like living in a bubble, surrounded by only a few familiar faces every day. Now, outside that controlled environment, it’s challenging her expectations and stirring up feelings she thought she had under control.

It becomes particularly tough when she sees Geraldine heading towards you, sporting that perpetual, dazzling smile full of perfect white teeth. Wanda's fingers curl into a fist, tiny wisps of red energy leaking from them. You quickly cover her hand with yours, and the effect is immediate—she relaxes slightly, letting you intertwine your fingers with hers, anchoring herself by your side where she feels secure.

“It's so nice to see you outside of the office, just being one of us for a change,” Geraldine says, though she seems to be wearing the same uniform as at work. Not that you're judging, but it does make you wonder why she hasn't changed.

“Definitely beats being stuck behind a desk,” you reply, your attention briefly wandering. Only then do you notice that Wanda has subtly withdrawn her hand from yours, now exploring a booth with homemade apple cider. You hadn't even noticed the exact moment she let go.

“Hello, Wanda!” Geraldine greets her warmly.

Wanda musters a tight-lipped smile that’s convincing enough, as Geraldine appears quite taken with it. Just then, Geraldine spots Agnes standing a little away from the crowd, lingering behind Wanda with a look that borders on suspicion or disdain.

Geraldine steps up to her while Wanda continues to busy herself with whatever else is being showcased in the booth. “Hi, I'm Geraldine. Isn’t this a wonderful evening?” She extends her hand to Agnes.

Agnes eyes the offered hand but doesn’t accept it. Instead, she sizes up Geraldine with a quick once-over and nods, foregoing any introductions. Geraldine's smile falters briefly, but she quickly shakes off the slight, tossing a brisk, “See you around, Y/N!” over her shoulder as she heads back to her table.

You wave back and let out a sigh, relieved that you’ve just sidestepped what could have been the most awkward moment of your life. Wanda’s jealousy towards Geraldine seems more serious than you’d realized. You know Wanda can be possessive; it's just been a long time since it's manifested this way. But then, it's also been a while since you've both been in a crowd of strangers like this. Since…

Since when, exactly?

“Y/N, honey?” Wanda’s voice snaps you out of your fog.

You blink. “Hm?”

“I’m thirsty.”

Just like that, you’ve forgotten about your lapse of memory, replaced by a desire to tend to your wife's needs.

“I’ll get us some refreshments. What would you like?” you ask.

“Just some water, please.”

“Water here, too,” Agnes calls out, unsolicited.

You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. It's great that Wanda's making friends in the neighborhood, but did it really have to be Agnes O’Connor? Ever since you and Wanda moved into this quiet suburb, Agnes has made it her personal mission to be involved in every aspect of your lives. You can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to it than the apparent nosiness of your neighbor.

As you head over to get the drinks, Agnes sidles up to Wanda, her eyes gleaming with an opportunity to stir some pot.

“Geraldine seems quite taken with your wife.”

It’s not like Wanda doesn’t know what Agnes’s doing, but she finds herself nodding in agreement anyway. Your new assistant does appear smitten with you, and while Wanda gets the appeal—you are, undeniably, crush-worthy—she can't say she's thrilled about it.

“Y/N is her boss,” Wanda murmurs, more to herself than to Agnes.

“Oh, honey,” Agnes laughs condescendingly. “Do you even go to the movies? That's how the steamiest affairs start, you know.”

Wanda bristles at the sound of that endearment from someone other than you. But she keeps herself together—barely.

“I trust her,” Wanda forces out.

As you're getting drinks, Geraldine joins you, picking up a soda herself. She lets out a light laugh at a joke from the bartender, and you find yourself chuckling too, oblivious to the piercing look your wife is drilling into your back.

Meanwhile, Agnes sees her opening and swoops in, linking her arm through Wanda's with a bit more force than necessary.

“Of course, you trust her, dear,” she murmurs right by Wanda's ear. “But do you trust her?” She points subtly with her chin towards Geraldine, her lips pursed. “You know what they say, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer…”

Wanda's shoulders tense, her entire frame stiffening. As you return with the drinks, Agnes steps away, leaving Wanda visibly shaken, like she’s teetering on the edge of a panic attack.

“Everything okay?” you ask, handing her a drink. You've noticed before how Wanda's demeanor changes around Agnes; she’s clearly a source of stress for her. It’s going to be a difficult conversation, but it might be time to tell Wanda what you really think about the neighbor.

Wanda takes the water you offer, her fingers trembling slightly as she does. For a moment, she appears distant, disengaged, as if her mind is elsewhere. Then, with a sudden shift, she flashes you one of those smiles that sends a shiver down your spine.

“I'm fine,” she declares, a little too brightly. Then, seemingly out of the blue, she asks, “Is Geraldine here with someone?”

You stop short, realizing you really don't know much about Geraldine beyond work. “I didn’t see her with anyone,” you say.

Wanda nods thoughtfully. Her next suggestion catches you by surprise.

“Maybe you should invite her over to our table.”

Did you hear that correctly? Had Wanda just done a complete 180 regarding your assistant and was now interested in getting to know her? You shoot a suspicious glance at Agnes. Had she said something to Wanda to change her mind?

“Are you sure?” you ask, puzzled by her abrupt change of heart.

“I am,” Wanda affirms. “It might be nice to make a new friend.”

–

Back at the response camp, Darcy and Jimmy are huddled around the small, grainy television, waiting for the moment Wanda’s in her kitchen so they can send a message through her radio device. However, the usual domestic scenes are conspicuously absent, replaced by static and sporadic cuts to the ongoing Harvest Festival.

“Come on, come on,” Darcy mutters under her breath, shoving her glasses back up her nose. They've been slipping a lot lately, probably because she's been hunching over her work more than usual these past few days.

“It's this festival,” Jimmy says, squinting at the screen. “I think the whole town's out there tonight. I don’t think we’re going to get the chance.”

Their attempts to contact anyone inside the Hex are dwindling, and Hayward's interest leans more towards studying the energy barrier encasing the town rather than resolving the anomaly itself. His latest directive to launch another drone into the barrier feels like a brute force attempt to crack the problem. Jimmy thinks it’s a waste of time—and resources.

“Yeah, and you know what’s worse?” Darcy grumbles. “I have a bad feeling about Agnes. Every time she's around, things just seem to... escalate.”

As they watch, the screen cuts to a shot of Agnes at the festival, linking arms with Wanda, whispering something that makes Wanda’s expression tighten. “See, what did I tell you?” Darcy exclaims, pointing at the screen. “Who’s this Agnes again in real life?” she asks.

Jimmy swivels in his chair, his gaze sweeping across the expansive pinboard filled with photos of Westview residents. Agnes’s face is not among them.

“No idea,” he says flatly. He had already run a search in the database, but it came back empty.

“So, we've identified Y/N, Monica, and Agnes as outsiders in Westview,” Darcy explains, tallying them off on her fingers.

“That’s correct,” Jimmy confirms.

“And then there’s Wanda’s sons. But again… we haven’t seen any other children in the show besides the twins.”

Jimmy thinks about it for a while. It had never really occurred to him before. “Maybe they’re bound to show up at some point?”

“Smells fishy to me,” Darcy huffs. Her thoughts circle back to Agnes. “How do you think Agnes ended up here?” she asks, their list of unanswered questions growing daily.

Jimmy shrugs. “She could’ve just been visiting.”

Darcy considers it. It's a possibility, but somehow, it doesn't feel quite right—too simple, too convenient for someone as vibrant and prickly as the character Agnes portrays.

–

It's as if Wanda's animosity toward Geraldine just magically went away.

They’ve been chatting for almost an hour. Initially, Wanda made sure to include you in the conversation, but as time passed, she and Geraldine started connecting over topics that didn’t involve you as much. Feeling somewhat left out but also at ease that the problem between your wife and your secretary has apparently resolved itself, you decide to check out the festival booths.

This is where Agnes finds the perfect opportunity to get you alone. She starts her approach—to your surprise and discomfort—by acknowledging the elephant in the room.

“I know you don’t like me very much,” she says with a knowing smile. “Maybe we can change that tonight?”

You eye her with suspicion, easily seeing through her blatant attempts to flirt her way into your good graces.

“How exactly are we going to do that?” you ask, crossing your arms in front of you.

Agnes simply laughs off the cool reception you’ve given her. If anything, she revels in it.

“By getting to know each other, obviously,” she says.

“Right.”

She takes your elbow, and you swear she can feel you recoil at her closeness, yet she doesn’t seem to care. She urges you forward, dictating the pace. Her grip is unexpectedly firm, as if to say you have no choice but to listen—like leaving isn't an option.

With you literally in her grasp, Agnes sets her plans into motion. “So, how did you and Wanda meet?” she asks.

You deliver the narrative precisely as it plays out in your memory, exactly as Wanda implanted it in your mind. “We grew up next to each other. Best friends since we were kids.”

“How cute,” she says, in that smooth, supercilious tone that usually makes your skin crawl. But this time, with the memories of Wanda filling your head, you hardly notice.

“Yeah, I remember when I first saw her,” you continue, gazing into the distance as if the scene you speak of is right there before your eyes. “It was almost Halloween, and my mom had baked a pumpkin pie to welcome them to the neighborhood. She sent me to deliver it. Wanda answered the door.”

“Love at first sight?”

“More like the opposite,” you say, throwing Agnes a good-natured smile, something you’ve never done before. “She couldn’t stand me, and I felt the same way.”

“Sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” Agnes drawls before accompanying it with a short chuckle. “Who knows? Maybe there’s hope for us yet. You might end up not hating me so much after all.”

“Maybe…” you say, the smile reaching your eyes this time.

“Good, good,” Agnes says. “I can’t think of anything more romantic than growing up with the person you’ll be with for the rest of your life. Almost like it’s… sketched out, no?”

You nod at her, not sure where she’s going with this, but you appreciate the sentiment. You consider yourself lucky to have known Wanda most of your life.

“So, you've lived in Westview your whole life?” Agnes asks.

“Yes,” you nod without hesitation.

“And you've only ever been to Westview?”

“No, of course not,” you laugh, ready to list off places you've been, but suddenly, you can't name any. The cities and trips that should come easily to your tongue just... don't materialize.

Not a single one.

Agnes watches you struggle with a blank expression. A second later, she begins throwing out suggestions, as if trying to help.

“Canada?"

You shake your head.

“California?”

Another shake.

“New York?”

No. This time, your eyes sting with the frustration of trying to pull something from the haze, realizing there’s nothing there.

Have you really never been anywhere but Westview?

“Eastview, maybe?” she offers with a bit of sarcasm as she names the town next door.

“I—”

“How strange,” Agnes muses, driving home the final nail in the coffin of your crumbling peace.

You jerk your arm away from her grip and take a few instinctive steps back. “I need to pick up the twins,” you blurt out, seizing the first excuse that comes to mind. “We should be heading out soon.”

Without waiting for her reply, you start walking away, driven by a sudden, intense need to be with your boys, with Wanda. To hold them close, to find some stability. Because right now, you’re petrified by a fear you cannot name.

“I heard Australia’s amazing this time of year!” Agnes calls after you.

The idea of not having been anywhere but Westview—it’s possible, right? Some people spend their entire lives in one place. But if this feeling—the one that's been gnawing at you lately—is real, if the world outside of Westview is truly non-existent, then what does that say about your life here?

What does it say about you?

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moved-accounts-btw · 2 years ago

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"Sir, I’m just an honest man and a father of six wonderful children. I don’t know how I got to the foundation in the beginning, but I’m just here for the ride."

Have a Transmale of my version of Dr.Right, His name is Alejandro Rights. Yes, He’s a spider. Yes, His children are spiders.

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ninus9607 · 2 days ago

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❝𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬❞

NSFW Alphabet - Agatha Harkness

Pairing(s): Agatha Harkness x Female! Vampire reader

Word count: 2,3K

Warning: little bit of smut - minors DNI

tags: l content: NSFW Alphabet, Smut Alphabet, Dominant Agatha Harkness, Top Agatha, Vampire Reader, Possessive Partner, Obsessive Love, Magical Strap-On, Dark Romance, Breeding Kink (Magical), Breath Play, Blood Play, Period Play, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Marking/Biting, Jealous Dom, Obsessive Behavior

AN: GUYS I SWEAR I AM NOT SICK THIS IS JUST HOT AS FUCK

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Agatha may be ruthless in bed, but after she's completely wrecked you, she shifts into a different kind of dominant protective, and doting. She takes pride in taking care of what's hers, running her fingers over your marked-up skin, admiring the evidence of her possession.

She'll clean you up, whispering smug praises about how well you took her, while her magic lazily trails over your body, soothing any soreness though don't think she'll let you off easy next time. Wrapped up in her arms, she'll keep you close, covered in her scent, ensuring you don't forget who you belong to.

"My love, you are so beautiful, the love of my life"

"You're mine, only I can make you feel this good right?"

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

Agatha's favorite part of herself? Her eyes. They hold an intensity that sees right through you, leaving you bare in ways that have nothing to do with magic. With a single look, she can make you squirm, submit, or beg depending on her mood.

As for you? She's obsessed with yourneck.It's the perfect place to leave bruises, bites, and her claim. She loves wrapping her fingers around your throat, feeling your pulse race beneath her palm, knowing she's the reason for it. If you try to cover the marks? Oh, she'll just have to make more.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Agatha is obsessed with making a mess out of you. She loves seeing you ruined, dripping for her, completely spent and she takes her time admiring her work. If she's using her enchanted strap, she makes sure you take every drop of her magic-fueled release, watching with satisfaction as it leaks out of you. The sight alone is enough to drive her wild, and if she's feeling particularly possessive (which she always is), she'll push it back inside, whispering,

"Oh no, darling, we're not wasting a single drop."

And if you ever try to clean yourself up too quickly? Big mistake. She'll just have to ruin you all over again.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Agatha may own you, body and soul, but deep down, she craves something even deeper. Something that ties you to her forever. She's studied forbidden spells, and ancient magic lost to time, all in secret, searching for a way to do the impossible to make you pregnant with her child.

The idea of you carrying something undeniably hers, a piece of both of you intertwined most permanently sends a dangerous thrill through her. And when she comes inside of you with her enchanted strap, whispering possessive promises against your skin, she's already imagining it, imagining you swollen with her child, completely bound to her.

And the scariest part? It's only a matter of time before she makes it happen.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Agatha may be centuries old like you, but when it comes to true intimacy, you were her first real taste of it. The two of you learned together, exploring pleasure, power, and possession in ways neither of you had ever imagined before.

F = Favourite Position

Agatha is not patient when it comes to you when she wants you, she takes you. And nothing gets her going more than having you pressed against a wall, completely at her mercy. She loves the way your body aches for her, the way your breath catches when her hands roam over your skin, her lips teasing your neck before she claims you properly.

But if she's feeling particularly possessive? The kitchen table is her second favorite spot. There's something so primal about bending you over the very place you both share meals, making sure you remember who you belong to every time you sit there.

"I could have you at my mercy all night, and you'd still crave more of me."

"I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to, my love."

(Let's pretend it is Agatha)

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She'll tease, joke, and push your buttons with that mischievous grin of hers. Whether it's a witty remark or a sarcastic comment, she knows just how to make you laugh, even when she's driving you wild with desire.

In the middle of a passionate moment, you can't help but find her humor irresistible. She'll smirk while kissing you deeply, whispering something unexpectedly funny that has you laughing even as you're gasping for breath.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Agatha keeps herself clean and well-groomed, it's just one of her little habits that keep her feeling in control.

As for you, though? She doesn't really care about how you keep yourself-she loves you as you are. Whether you're perfectly groomed or not.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Agatha's intimacy is a blend of deep passion and raw desire it's not always about slow, soft touches or candlelit moments. She loves sex with you just as much as she loves you, and that means sometimes, it's intense, powerful, and a little rough. There's a balance between the romantic and the primal, and she fully embraces both sides of her desires.

For Agatha, intimacy isn't just about making love it's about possession, trust, and her way of making you feel irresistibly desired in ways you've never experienced before. So, while not every moment is wrapped up in red roses or sweet whispers, it's always deeply personal and full of her affection, even when she's pulling you closer for another heated kiss.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink -Agatha has a breeding kink that she can't ignore. The thought of marking you as hers, of making sure you carry a piece of her, drives her wild. While she knows your vampire nature means pregnancy isn't possible, that doesn't stop the fantasy from turning her on.

Choking/ Breath Play -Agatha's darker side comes out in her love for breath play. She's incredibly careful, of course, but she loves the feeling of you gasping for air beneath her touch. A gentle but firm hand around your throat as she lifts you up

Exhibitionism kink -whether it's kissing you in public, pulling you into an alleyway, or letting you both tease each other in a semi-public setting. She enjoys the risk of it all, knowing that at any moment, someone could walk by and see what's happening.

Dirty Talk - Agatha is a master of dirty talk she knows exactly how to bring you to the edge with just her words. She loves to tell you exactly what she's going to do to you, how she's going to make you feel, and how she's going to use you for her pleasure. "You're going to beg for me when I'm done.", or "You don't deserve to come until I say so."

Blood play - For Agatha, the idea of period play is thrilling in a way that's both intimate and powerful... During this time, Agatha is even more possessive of the reader, knowing that the reader's vampire nature will allow them to feed off her in ways that others wouldn't-or couldn't understand.

When the reader is craving her blood, especially in these intimate moments, Agatha delights in the subtle dominance it brings. She enjoys how the vampire's thirst for her blood only fuels the passion between them. The reader may take a bite from her, or lick her blood during their intimate sessions, adding a level of raw intensity to their connection.

L = Location (Favourite places to do they do)

EVERYWHERE

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

EVERYTHING! (she wants you every hour, minute , and second)

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn-offs)

Agatha's biggest turn-off is anything that involves sharing. She is intensely possessive, and the very idea of sharing you with anyone else whether it's another lover or even something as simple as attention triggers a deep sense of jealousy and anger in her. To her, you're hers, and she can't fathom the thought of anyone else touching what belongs to her.

O = Oral (Preference for giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Agatha is more than fond of receiving oral, and it's one of her absolute favorite ways to be pleasured. She loves the feeling of being utterly at your mercy, especially when you take your time with her.

Agatha particularly enjoys it when you wake her up in the morning when she's still half-dreaming, her magic strap still magically attached from your last night's activities, and ready to fulfill her desires. There's something about the way she's caught between sleep and arousal that makes it all the more intense. When you wake her up with a good blowjob, she's left breathless and satisfied, her moans a perfect mix of pleasure and surprise.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Agatha enjoys a balanced mix of both, but when it comes to pace, she often leans toward slow and sensual, That being said, Agatha definitely knows how to turn up the heat when she wants to, switching to something faster and rougher when the moment demands it. If she's feeling dominant or frustrated, she won't hesitate to make it a hard and intense experience, taking full control.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Like I said, she doesn't mind but not really prefer it...

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc?)

Agatha is 100% game for taking risks, especially when it comes to pleasure and experimentation. Her curiosity and desire to explore are limitless, gatha finds the thrill of risks intoxicating, especially when she knows she can still maintain that control over you, even in the most unpredictable situations. She has no hesitation when it comes to introducing new positions, or situation-based thrills.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last...)

Agatha's stamina is practically legendary, especially when she's deeply connected to you. As a witch with immense power, she has a kind of endurance that extends into the bedroom, fueled by both her desire and the energy she draws from magic. She can go for multiple rounds, especially when she's in her element-whether it's through her deep lust for you or the fact that she loves testing her limits.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Agatha isn't a fan of toys. She feels that they are unnecessary when she can bring you the kind of pleasure she wants through her own hands, magic, and skill. If she ever does consider using one, it would be purely because it adds to the experience or makes you feel more pleasure, but it's not something she'd turn to often.

She feels that with her ability to be completely in tune with you and your needs, she doesn't need the help of external objects to get you both where you need to go.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

1000000000%

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Her voice often takes on an almost seductive tone, one that's both commanding and pleasure-filled, making every sound she makes feel like it's meant to drive you crazy. She's also known to whisper filthy things in your ear, getting you worked up with her soft breathy noises.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Agatha has always found your vampire fangs to be both fascinating and intoxicating. At first, she was curious, even a little apprehensive about how dangerous they might be, but as she got to know you, she realized how deeply erotic and intimate they were. There's something about the way you lick them when you're feeling playful or how they graze her skin that makes her heart race in a way no spell ever could.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants, picture or words)

Agatha knows she has power, beauty, and everything she needs to captivate you, but there are still moments when she's plagued by the fear that you'll find someone better, someone who can love you more. In those rare moments, she'll look at you with a vulnerability only you see, and all you have to do is hold her, whispering that she's the one for you, and you'll love her for life, no matter what.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Agatha's sex drive is intense. Her yearning isn't just about the physical; it's about possession, about marking you as hers in every way possible. She thrives on the feeling of your bodies intertwined, the heady mix of passion and dominance, and the rush of knowing that you're just as addicted to her as she is to you.

"I can feel the hunger in me every time you're near, my love... Don't think for a second I won't take what I need from you."

"The way you look at me... I can't stop myself from wanting more. I crave you, all of you, every single second."

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Agatha isn't the type to fall asleep easily, especially after intense moments with you. Her mind is always racing, plotting her next move, and savoring the feeling of having you all to herself. She might stay awake for hours, quietly watching you, tracing over every inch of your body, and thinking about how she'll keep you close, how much of you she has claimed. Her desire for you doesn't stop when the act is over; it keeps going.

#fanfic #wlw #marvel #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agatha all along

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my-religion-greek-myth · 5 months ago

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Freedom far away - K

My first ever smut... please be gentle with critiques!

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

Warning: +19, kinks

"You should sleep," Agatha said coyly, her tone laced with feigned innocence as she turned to you, her sharp blue eyes glinting with something far more dangerous. "You’ve had a long day."

You frowned, the sudden teasing deflating the warmth bubbling within you. "Sleep?" you repeated, your voice tinged with pout. "I don’t want to sleep."

Rio chuckled softly, stepping up behind you and resting her chin on your shoulder. "Oh?" she murmured, her breath warm against your skin. "And what do you want, my lady?"

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t shy away. Instead, you turned to them, your voice trembling but steady. "I want more. I want to feel you both. I… I need you."

Agatha’s smile widened into something wicked. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. "Are you sure about that, doll?" she asked, her voice low and dripping with promise. "Because if we start, we won't stop… are you ready for that?."

You met her gaze, your heart pounding as you nodded. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. "I’m ready for whatever happens. For both of you."

Rio grinned, her eyes practically glowing with delight as she stepped before you, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders. "You’re too cute," she said, her voice soft yet filled with excitement. She leaned in, her teeth grazing your ear as she whispered, "I could just bite you right now."

The shiver that ran down your spine was involuntary, your body reacting to her words before your mind could process them. You turned to her, your voice steady despite the flush spreading across your face. "Then do it," you said softly. "I’m ready."

Rio’s grin widened, her dark eyes flicking to Agatha to confirm what you already knew—that they both wanted this as much as you did. Agatha stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate as she cupped your chin in her hand, tilting your face toward hers.

"Careful, doll," Agatha murmured, her lips brushing against yours in a feather-light touch that pounded your pulse. "Once you give yourself to us, there’s no going back."

And with that, the two of them closed the space between you, their presence overwhelming and intoxicating. You were theirs now, completely and utterly, and the night stretched out before you like an endless promise of everything you had longed for.

Rio's fingers began to unlace the delicate ties of your dress, her touch surprisingly gentle as she peeled away the layers. Agatha’s lips were on yours, warm and insistent, guiding you deeper into an embrace that made your head spin. When the fabric slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your feet, Rio stepped back to admire the sight of you, her dark eyes glinting with unspoken desire.

"You’re beautiful," she murmured, her voice low and reverent.

Agatha chuckled softly, her hands sliding over your now-bare skin, tracing slow, deliberate lines that left a trail of warmth in their wake. "Stunning," she agreed, her voice carrying a deeper, raspier edge. Her lips pressed against your neck, planting feather-light kisses along your collarbone. Your body shivered under her touch, reacting to sensations you’d never experienced before.

As Agatha’s mouth moved lower, her kisses trailing down to the curve of your chest, Rio’s hands found their way to your hips. She steadied you, her grip firm yet tender, and her fingers teased the edge of your underwear, testing your comfort. You flinched slightly when Rio’s hands moved lower, brushing against the sensitive skin between your thighs.

Agatha noticed your reaction immediately, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Sensitive, are we?" she murmured, her voice filled with teasing warmth. Her hand moved to your breast, her thumb brushing over your nipple with just enough pressure to make you gasp. "Relax, doll. Let us take care of you."

Rio leaned in close, her lips ghosting over your ear as she whispered, "Tell us if you want us to stop."

You shook your head quickly, your breath hitching as Rio's fingers slid against the delicate folds. The sensation was strange, electric, and overwhelming, sending warmth through your core. Agatha’s lips found your nipple, her tongue flicking over the sensitive peak with a tantalising rhythm that made you moan. Her hands roamed over your waist, pulling you closer as if anchoring you to them.

Your knees trembled, threatening to give way, but Rio’s arm wrapped securely around your waist, steady and unyielding. Her fingers moved with deliberate care, exploring the unfamiliar terrain of your body, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. The intensity of her touch, paired with Agatha’s teasing mouth, sent waves of sensation cascading through you, your body arching instinctively toward them, craving more of their attention. Agatha’s chuckle vibrated against your skin as she kissed her way back up to your lips, her hand cupping your face with surprising tenderness.

"You’re doing so well," Agatha whispered, her blue eyes now darkened with desire as she captured your lips in a deeper, more urgent kiss.

Rio’s grin turned wicked as she observed your every reaction, her fingers never faltering in their deliberate movements. "She’s perfect," she murmured, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "So responsive, so sweet." Her words sent another wave of heat rushing through you, your body trembling at her praise.

When she finally withdrew her fingers, a soft whine escaped your lips, swollen and trembling with unspoken need. Her grin widened, predatory and teasing, as she raised her glistening fingers to her mouth. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly licked them clean, savouring the taste of you with a satisfied hum. "Delicious," she said softly, her dark eyes gleaming with delight.

The heat in the room was palpable, every touch, every kiss driving you further into the unknown. You felt utterly surrounded by them—by their hands, their mouths, their warmth. There was no hesitation, no fear, only the overwhelming certainty that you belonged to them, and they to you.

Agatha’s lips curled into a teasing smile, her voice low and velvety as she murmured against your ear, "Tell me, doll, do you think you can take a cock?"

The unfamiliar word caught you off guard. You blinked, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, your brow furrowing in confusion. "Take what?" you asked, the innocence in your voice making both women laugh, their amusement rich and unrestrained.

Rio leaned in, her teeth grazing your earlobe playfully as she whispered, "She doesn’t know, Agatha. Our sweet little lady’s been too sheltered."

Agatha chuckled, her hand sliding down your back in a soothing motion. "Oh, you’ll learn soon enough," she said, her tone tinged with wicked delight. With a deliberate flourish, her fingers moved in a swirling motion, and a faint purple haze surrounded her hips. A moment later, something new appeared—something thick, rigid, and pulsing with an otherworldly vitality.

Your eyes widened as you took in the sight of the conjured appendage, a warm blush spreading across your face and neck. "How…? But..." you stammered, your voice barely audible, though deep down, you already knew the answer to her unspoken question.

Agatha leaned closer, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she whispered, "This, pet, is something you’ll learn to love." Her voice was low and inviting, sending a shiver down your spine. "Do you want to touch it?"

Your hand moved almost instinctively, brushing against the firm and heated magical cock. Agatha’s sharp intake of breath and the way her body shuddered under your touch sent a strange thrill through you. The reaction was immediate, raw, and deeply satisfying in a way you couldn’t quite explain as you watched Agatha's expression transform, her features softening into something close to ecstasy from your touch.

Rio, never liked to be left out, pressed closer, her teeth nipping gently at your other ear. "You’ll have to get used to it," she murmured, her voice dripping with playful menace. Her hand trailed along your waist as she added, "Because you’ll be taking another one soon, baby."

The combination of their closeness, their teasing words, and the electric anticipation in the air left you breathless. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, an unfamiliar but not unwelcome sensation. Whatever came next, you knew you were in their hands—completely and utterly theirs.

"Please," you whimpered as the heat and tingling sensation became unbearable.

"Please, what, pet?" Agatha asked as she slowly lay you down on the soft bed. Rio crawled above your head and looked down at you, lifting your head onto her lap so you could meet Agatha's heated eyes.

"Do something!" Your voice pitched higher as the heat kept pooling inside you, feeling the touch of Agatha's hands caressing your thighs and Rio's fingers brushing against your neck.

"Oh, baby, you don't know how to beg, do you?" Rio chuckled, her dark eyes shining. "Say 'fuck me, Agatha'." Your eyes widened at the vulgar word. You looked back at Agatha, her piercing gaze unwavering as she waited, expectant. "Say it. Say it, and Agatha will make you feel so good," she drawled.

"C'mon, pet," she murmured lowly, "let me hear what you want me to do." Her hand brushed lightly against your wet folds, a touch of a promise and a tease.

The sensation started to overwhelm you again. "Fuck me," you whispered with a shaking voice.

"I can't hear you, pet." Agatha chuckled softly. Her fingers hovered teasingly near your wet entrance, drawing soft, desperate whimpers from your lips. "Such a needy little thing," she murmured, her smirk growing. "You’re practically begging without saying a word."

Rio, her hand gently brushing through your hair, chuckled softly. "I told you she’s perfect, didn’t I?" she said, her voice low and sultry. Her hand lightly twisted your nipple, drawing a gasp from your lips. "Now, let’s see just how much our sweet lady wants it." She teased your sensitive nipples mercilessly, her warm breath ghosting over your skin as her lips closed around one The sensation shot through your body like lightning, leaving you trembling under her touch.

"You’re so responsive," Agatha murmured, her voice a sultry blend of approval and demand. Her teeth grazed the tender skin of your folds before she pulled back, her gaze locking with yours. "But I think you can do better, pet. Beg for it."

Her words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and you found yourself struggling to speak as Rio’s hand gently stroked your heated cheek. "She’s shy," Rio teased, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief and arousal. "But I think she likes it when you punish her like that."

Agatha smirked, her tongue continuing their deliberate, agonisingly slow movements. "Oh, I know she does," she replied, her tone dripping with confidence. "Now, pet, let me hear you. Tell me what you want."

As the sensation doubled, you whimpered as your body shuddered. "Please, Agatha, fuck me!" You desperately begged as her teasing continued on your aching inside.

"As you wish, my pet," Agatha purred, licking her lips in anticipation. Her movements were deliberate as she positioned the tip of her cock at your entrance, her other hand gently spreading your thighs to accommodate her.

You whimpered softly, the sensation of the warm, firm tip pressing against the delicate entrance of your inside sending an unfamiliar but thrilling shiver through your body.

"Relax," Rio whispered soothingly, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You’ll feel so good, I promise." Her hands moved to steady you as Agatha took her time, letting you adjust to the moment.

"Relax, pet," Agatha murmured, her voice dripping with sultry confidence. She paused just at the entrance, teasing you with the firm yet tender pressure of her cock. "Let me take my time with you."

Your breath hitched as Rio’s fingers gently trailed along your waist, her comforting presence anchoring you in this whirlwind of sensations. "She’s trembling," Rio teased, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. "Agatha, are you sure you aren’t overwhelming our little lady?"

"Not at all," Agatha responded smoothly, her heated, darkened eyes locked on yours. "She’s made for this. Look how perfectly she takes me." With that, she pushed in slightly, the initial stretch eliciting a gasp from your lips.

Agatha’s hand moved to caress your stomach, her touch deliberate and reverent. "You feel this, pet?" she whispered, her voice low and possessive. "This is me claiming you. Filling you. I want more than just your love, pet—I want everything." Her gaze turned darker, a flicker of raw determination in her expression. "I want to make you mine, completely."

The implication of her words made your heart race, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through you. "What… do you mean?" you managed to whisper, your voice trembling.

Agatha smirked, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly, her lips lingering for a moment. "I want you to carry a part of me," she murmured against your skin. "To keep us bound in a way that no one can ever undo."

Rio chuckled, her hand gently stroking your hair. "Don’t scare her, Agatha," she teased, though her tone also had a possessive warmth. "Our lady might just enjoy the idea if you’re gentle about it."

Agatha grinned wickedly. Her movements were slow as she began to push deeper into you. "Let me show you what it means to be ours," she murmured, her voice soft but commanding. "And don’t worry, pet—this is only the beginning."

Your breath came in shallow gasps as Agatha moved with a precision that was equal parts tender and commanding. Each deliberate motion sent a cascade of tingling heat through your body, making your fingers curl into the sheets beneath you. You moaned and whimpered, your body arching instinctively as each sensation overwhelmed your senses, hammering into you with an intensity that left you trembling.

"Look at her," Rio murmured from her place, her dark eyes taking in every detail of your body. Her fingers traced the flushed skin of your face before moving lower, brushing over your chest with feather-light touches. "She’s so beautiful like this, completely undone."

"Not undone yet," Agatha corrected, her smirk sharp as she adjusted her hips slightly, pushing deeper. A low groan escaped her lips as she felt you tighten around her cock, her hands settling firmly on your waist to keep you steady. "But soon."

Your mind swirled in a haze of sensation, Rio’s warm hands and teasing words blending with the overwhelming fullness Agatha provided. "You’re ours now, pet," Agatha whispered, her voice low and possessive. "Every part of you. And soon, you’ll carry proof of that—proof that you’re ours forever."

Rio’s grin widened at that, her lips brushing against your ear. "Does that excite you, baby?" she purred, her voice dripping with allure. "The idea of being ours in every way? To have our attention bound to you forever?"

You whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity of their words and the sensations flooding your body. "I…" Your voice faltered as a moan escaped, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

Agatha’s smirk widened at the sight of you, her blue eyes gleaming with a mix of triumph and adoration. "Ours," she repeated, her voice low and velvety as her hands gripped your waist tighter, grounding you as the waves of sensation threatened to overwhelm you. "Say it, pet. Let us hear you."

Rio’s fingers brushed lightly over your lips, her grin equally mischievous and tender. "That’s right, baby," she murmured. "Tell us who you belong to."

You shuddered, every nerve in your body aflame as their presence enveloped you, consuming every inch of your being. "I’m yours," you whispered, your voice trembling with raw emotion. As Agatha’s rhythm grew more relentless, the words broke free again, louder this time, "Both of you—yours!"

Rio chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your skin as she pressed a kiss to your temple. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dripping with approval. "You’ll never regret choosing us, love."

Agatha’s pace shifted, her movements deliberate and calculated as she leaned closer, her lips grazing your jawline. "We’ll take care of you, pet," she promised, her breath hot against your skin. "Always."

The heat pooling inside you built higher and higher, your body instinctively arching into their touch. Agatha’s strength and Rio’s soft yet firm caresses combined into a whirlwind of sensations that left you trembling beneath them.

"You’re so beautiful like this," Rio murmured, her fingers trailing down your chest, teasingly brushing over sensitive skin. "Completely ours."

Agatha groaned softly, her sharp control faltering for a moment as she took in the sight of you—flushed, trembling, and completely surrendering to them. "You’re perfect," she murmured again, her voice low, almost reverent. Her lips curved into a predatory smile as she added, "And we’ll make sure you carry our children."

Your breath hitched, the weight of her words cutting through the haze clouding your mind. "Children?" you whispered, the word trembling on your lips, equal parts astonishment and excitement

Rio’s grin widened, a playful yet possessive glint lighting her eyes as she leaned closer. "Oh, yes, baby," she purred, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your damp forehead. Her voice dipped lower, warm and teasing but laced with undeniable intent. "We’ll leave a mark on you—something permanent. Something no one else could ever claim."

Agatha pressed a deep kiss to your lips, stealing any reply you might have had as her hands roamed possessively over your body. Rio leaned down, her teeth grazing your earlobe as her whispers sent a shiver down your spine. "You’ll never belong to anyone else. Just us."

You whimpered against their lips, the sensation building into something explosive deep within you. Agatha’s satisfied sigh brushed against your skin as she lightly nipped at your lower lip, leaving you breathless and trembling. As Agatha shifted away from you, a sudden emptiness made your body ache for more. A warm sensation flowed from within, leaving you breathless and flushed. Agatha hummed in satisfaction, her grin widening as her gaze lingered on your soaked pussy from her cum.

Rio's hands trailed down your sides, their warmth calming you even as your heart raced wildly. She leaned over you, her dark eyes smouldering with a mixture of mischief and intent. "Agatha’s had her fun," she murmured, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Now it’s my turn to leave my mark."

Agatha chuckled softly, her voice rich with satisfaction. "She’s all yours for now," she said, her blue eyes flickering with an unspoken challenge as she climbed up the bed while her hand slowly moved along with your bare body.

Rio straightened, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she stood. With a graceful motion, a familiar shimmering aura conjured around her. From the green-tinged haze emerged something that left you breathless—her own magical cock, powerful and imposing. Your eyes widened, and Rio’s grin only grew wider.

"Scared?" she teased, though there was a strange gentleness beneath her playful tone.

You shook your head, your throat dry, but your heart pounded harder when her hand cupped your chin, tilting your face to meet her gaze.

"You’ve been amazing, baby," Rio murmured, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "But now, I want to hear you say it again that you’re ready. For me."

Your chest heaved, a flush spreading across your skin as your lips parted. You didn’t look away from her smouldering gaze. "I’m ready," you whispered, your voice trembling but resolute. "For both of you."

"Good," Rio purred, satisfaction dripping from every syllable. She turned her gaze briefly to Agatha, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "Looks like I win this round."

Agatha scoffed, though her grin betrayed her amusement. "Don’t take too long," she said, "because I'm going to have her more," her tone light but her eyes glinting with anticipation.

Rio turned her attention back to you and kissed you deeply, her lips possessive as her hands roamed your body, reigniting the fire Agatha had stoked. Her cock brushed against your inner thigh, and a soft gasp escaped you at the different sensation from Agatha's. She paused, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

"Relax, baby," she murmured, her voice soothing yet tantalising. "I’ll take care of you."

And she did. Her movements were steady and confident as she explored every inch of you with reverence and desire. You shuddered beneath her, your body arching as she guided you through sensations.

Beside you, Agatha watched with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as you surrendered all control to Rio. "She’s incredible, isn’t she?" she said, her raspy voice almost a whisper. Her warm breath caressed your ear, her fingers toying with your sensitive nipples.

Rio chuckled softly, her breath warm against your skin. "More than that," she replied, her voice low and thick with emotion. "She’s ours."

Their words wrapped around you like a promise, binding you closer to them in a way that felt both inevitable and exhilarating. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word was a declaration—a vow that you were theirs, and they were yours, now and always.

"This is just the start, baby," Rio whispered against your lips, her tender and wicked grin. "We’ll make you scream our names."

Agatha twisted a strand of your hair around her finger, mirroring Rio’s grin. "And we’ll have you until you bear our children," she added, her tone possessive but filled with a strange, unwavering affection.

"Welcome home, F/N," they said in unison, their voices warm and commanding, pulling you deeper into their embrace.

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I can't see the end, so I pretend it's sweet

a/n: while writing this chapter, I had "How It All Works Out" by Faouzia on repeat. I'm not kidding. The lyrics really captures the essence of everything happening here. It's a good summary so if you haven’t heard the song yet, I highly recommend giving it a listen, like right now. Chop chop! Enjoy <3

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Rio waved her fingertips toward the tiny sprouts at Nicky's feet, watching as they slowly pushed their way through the grass. Muttering a quiet spell under her breath, those delicate shoots unfurled, transforming into budding roses.

“Woah-” Nicky grinned widely. He leaned forward to graze at the flowers with the tips of his fingers. “Mama can do something similar, you know?”

Rio hummed, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. She didn’t need him to say which mother he meant, because she already knew it was you. She knew your abilities, all of them. Perhaps even more than you did. Back in the day, when the three of you were together, she used to tease you, call you a second-class green witch and you’d huff, cross your arms over your chest and pout, but it never lasted more than a minute or two. The moment her arms wrapped tightly around you, her lips brushing a kiss just beneath your ear, the very spot she knew would make you melt like snow in the sun, your resolve would crumble. Rio smiled softly at the memory. She missed having such intimacy with you and Agatha.

“Did she show you some nice tricks?” She asked curiously.

Nicky nodded eagerly. “One time we were playing tag and I was winning but then I tripped over some really pretty flowers–” he grumbled, his lips pressing into a pout. Rio mentally ahwed, her fingers ghosting tenderly over his long brown hair. He looked so much like you when he pouted. “Their petals went flying everywhere, like dandelion fluff when you blow on it. And some of the stems broke, too. I felt so bad,” he sighed.

Rio’s eyes softened. She nudged at him softly. “But you didn’t do it on purpose. It was just an accident.”

He gave her a tight smile. “That’s what mom said, too. But I still felt sorry. So she did a thing. Similar to what you just did now. She used her silver– because her magic is silver–” He rushed to explain, as if worried Rio might not know that detail.

She beamed, playing along as if it were news to her.

“She fixed their broken stems, then their petals floated back into place. They were whole again! It was incredible!” To give emphasis to his speech, Nicky waved his hands in mid air.

“It does sound pretty impressive,” Rio said in agreement.

“Yeah, her magic is the best!” His fingers grazed over flowers one more time, with extreme care and gentleness. “But yours is pretty nice too. I like green,” he added, clearly referring to her magic. “It’s my favorite color.”

“What a wonderful coincidence–” Rio mused, wiggling her fingers with a playful flourish. A soft pulse of magic rippled through the air, shimmering emerald as it wove around Nicky’s face. It tickled his cheeks like a soft breeze, drawing an adorable burst of laughter from him.

“Green just so happens to be my favorite color, too,” she added with a grin, lightly pinching the tip of his nose.

“You’re staring–” you muttered, glazing at Agatha from the corner of your eye. She shifted uncomfortably beside you, fidgeting as if caught in the act. Her blue eyes couldn’t dart from the scene unfolding just a few feet away– it was Rio and Nicky lost in their own little world, cackling, bonding, doing magic.

“No, I’m not,” she said with a huff.

Your lips cracked in a small smile. Of course, she would deny that. Humming softly, you scooted a bit closer, leaning your head against her shoulder. “Sure, you’re not.” There was a hint of sarcasm in your tone, but no bite to it.

Watching Rio and Nicky bond at last filled you with quiet peace, a feeling you couldn’t put into words just yet. You were certain Agatha felt the same way.

It was nice. It felt right.

And now, it was even easier to spot the similarities between those two, now that they sat so close to one another. The hair, the eyes, the shape of their noses… even the way they rested their arms over their knees, mirroring each other unconsciously literally screamed mother and son.

Agatha said nothing, but you caught her looking at you, so you added, “There’s nothing wrong with that, mind– I do it too. How could I not?” Your lips spread into a warm smile at the sound of Nicky’s chuckle. Whatever Rio had just said, it had made him smile, and that alone warmed something deep inside you. Agatha’s eyes flickered back to them, as you whispered. “She’s natural at it, isn't she?”

Even if Agatha didn’t answer right away, you knew she agreed. She wasn’t blind, nor was she stupid. Rio looked in her natural element. And Nicky, too, with her. It was just… hard for her to admit it outloud.

“It’s just–” a hesitation, drawing in a shaky breath. “I don’t trust her. I can’t–”, her voice wavered as she said that. She wanted to, she really did, but there also was that nagging feeling at the back of her mind wouldn’t let her.

You pulled away, giving her a curt nod of your head. “I know it’s hard.” Your hand reached out to grasp hers, your fingers curled ever so naturally around hers. “But I meant it when I said she is not here to harm Nicky. Not that it ever was her intention,” you noted.

Agatha’s gaze flickered from Rio to your hands intertwined. Your apparent calmness was simply that… a mask. A carefully crafted disguise. You might insist you feared nothing, but Agatha could see through you. She could read you just as well as you could read her. And even if you appeared much calmer and composed than she was, she knew you had your concerns as well.

“What’s on your mind really?” She asked, as she took in your side profile, only slightly scrunched up. “And think twice before telling me ‘nothing’, because I know you better than that.” Her voice carried a playful edge.

A quiet chuckle bubbled past your lips at that. Slightly shaking your head, you batted your lashes a couple of times before locking eyes with her. A beat of silence followed, as you thought about what to say, and how to say. It was true, you were worried, but you were also trying not to focus on that part, wishing to enjoy the present, the time you and your family were allowed to share together.

You still believed she hadn’t come back to harm Nicky. Agatha didn’t break any rules, so the only one left ‘to blame over something’ was you.

“I’m just trying to focus on the present, Agatha,” it wasn’t a lie, yet it revealed very little about your actual concerns. You gestured towards Rio and Nicky with a gentle wave of your hand, “that alone is incredible– It’s everything I ever hoped for them” Your voice wavered, thick with an emotion so raw and primordial, you couldn’t and wouldn’t brush aside.

Agatha swallowed hard, her throat suddenly tight, as she clasped your hands in hers.

“Our boy’s happy and healthy, and that’s all that matters to me. I just feel–” you sighed softly through your nose. “I feel like I did good, Agatha. And nothing can take that away. No bad news, no setbacks, no…nothing.”

Agatha swallowed thickly, her emotions threatened to overcome her. She hated the fact that she grasped the deeper meaning behind your unsaid words. “I don’t like the way you’re saying that–” she frowned, her grip around your fingers tightened almost possessively. “That tone– it feels like you’ve already made peace with something you shouldn’t have to. Like you’re bracing for impact instead of fighting back.”

You pursed your lips. She wasn’t wrong, though it wasn’t entirely like that either. You were just trying to savor what you had in the moment, holding onto it tightly in case, just in case something unexpected came your way. And knowing how things often went, that something was likely.

“Agatha–” you soothed.

“No.” She hissed. “Don’t baby me. If it ever comes to that, you fight, you hear me?”

A small, partially amused scoff slipped past your lips. “I see no battle to fight here, Ags.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Don’t play stupid.”

You unclasped your hands, then moved your palm over her knee. “I do not, thank you very much,” you said quickly. “I’m just… tired. Tired of always looking over my shoulder. Tired of living like I’m being hunted, that at any moment, something or someone is going to take everything away. Again. Aren’t you, Ags?”

Agatha wanted to say yes. To yell it to the four winds, but at that particular moment, she didn’t trust her voice to do so. She bit the inside of her cheek, tears welling up in her already sore eyes.

“And now that Nicky is safe, now that Rio isn’t here to take him but to stay—I just want to breathe. I want to stop fearing the worst. I want our son to grow up without shadows lurking behind him. I want to live without fear.”

You didn’t miss the way Agatha’s lip quivered, despite having it trapped beneath her teeth. Her gut twisted with guilt because she saw it now—you were fighting. Not with fury, no, that was more her way. You were fighting to be a good mother, shielding your son from the weight of your fears, to convince him, Rio, even Agatha, that you had everything under control. That there was nothing to be afraid of.

“So you do believe Rio’s here for a reason,” Agatha whispered.

You nodded your head. “Yes, but contrary to you, I choose to believe she is here to protect us,” you told her honestly. “You can’t ignore the fact that she loves us, Agatha. I mean… you can see it a mile away. She always did, always will. Just like we will forever do, too. We made a vow.”

Another scoff slipped past Agatha’s lips. Her gaze darted to the soiled floor, her hands twitched, desperate to get a hold on yours again. “You make it sound so easy.”

You smiled then. Bowing your head slightly, you reached out, your fingertip gently tilting her chin until her blue eyes found yours. “And you make it harder than it has to be,” you teased, amusement flickering in your orbs.

A quiet chuckle escaped her, low and breathy, yet undeniably real. It sent a warmth through you, filling your heart with something dangerously close to hope. Something you so desperately needed.

Your hand lingered against her skin, savoring the warmth, the softness, the way she always felt right beneath your touch. And when you scooted closer, Agatha breathed you in, lashes fluttering at the same moment yours did.

“I’m gonna try–” she finally said, her lips a few millimeters from yours. “Try to enjoy us– live in the present. But if I have to fight to keep it intact, hell I will,” you smiled then, proud of the natural force she was. Pointing a finger at your chest, her eyebrows arched ever so slightly. “And you, baby girl, can’t take that from me. Nobody can.”

“Never wanted to,” you reassured her with a grin. “I enjoy that fire in you far too much to ever put it out.” Bringing it to your lips, you pressed a lingering kiss upon her knuckles.

“Course, you do.” She rolled her eyes, but there was fondness even in the gesture.

“We should talk to her tonight, after Nicky goes to sleep.” You observed.

“We had different plans.” Agatha lamented.

“All in good time.” You said with a laugh, as you leaned on her. “And who knows, maybe there’s still a chance–” you teased, giving her a salacious grin.

Agatha scoffed. “You’re a creep.”

You shook your head with a quiet laugh. “She’s our wife, Ags,” you pointed out.

Saying it out loud stirred something deep in both your heart and Agatha’s. Rio was your wife, and she always would be. Your marriage wasn’t like anyone else’s. It was unconventional, yes, but that wasn’t the only reason. How many people could say they’d married a cosmic entity like Lady Death, bound their souls to hers, and sworn forever in front of those who stood at the helm of the Universe?

Yeah… deep shit right?

Agatha had a distant look in her eyes, but only for a moment, before shifting her focus back to you. “Yeah. Yeah she is.”

You side-eyed her. “Do you ever regret it?” The question sounded so small, fearful even.

She grimaced. “No. I wish I did though,” she met your gaze and smiled wide as soon as she did. She was only teasing.

“Right,” you hummed, a wave of affection washing over you. Maybe there was still hope after all. And the most reassuring thing was that you weren’t the only one willing to see it. Agatha was there too. For better or worse.

“It’s gonna be alright. Maybe not now, but all in due time.”

She pressed a kiss to the side of your head then, maybe as a way to hide the tears welling up in her eyes. “Ah, I’m gonna hold you to that,” she added, teasingly.

You chuckled and snuggled closer, both yours and Agatha’s eyes darting towards Rio’s and Nicky as she showed him simple magic. “I would expect nothing less from you, Ags.”

Nicky tugged at Rio’s dress, calling out her name in a childish yet adorable whine, when her attention shifted towards you and Agatha a moment too long for his liking. She had noticed you deeply engrossed into a conversation, that probably– no most certainly revolved around her and the reason why she showed up in the first place. She blinked rapidly, her head turned towards that bundle of energy that was her son, and just when their eyes met, everything else faded into the background. She smiled.

“What is it, buddy?” She asked, tone ever so playful.

His lips tugged into a cheeky grin. “Do it again!”

At that specific moment, Rio saw Agatha hidden behind his eagerness: hungry for knowledge, curious, and also quite impatient.

She arched an eyebrow at him, amusement brimming in her amber eyes. “I’m sure your mothers taught you better than that…” she teased, her fingers lightly spidering up his arm.

He giggled again before, tumbling out, “pretty please, Rio– can you do it again?”

A satisfied hum slipped past her lips. “Much better, pequeñito.”

Nicky’s brows furrowed at the pet name. It was the first time he heard such a silly word.

“What does it mean?” He had to ask. “Pequi– peque.. tino?” as he tried to pronounce the word, his tongue rolled weirdly, dancing clumsily in his mouth. He looked so adorable, Rio grinned, her tongue pressed into the side of her cheek.

“Pequeñito,” she spelled it slower this time.

His face scrunched up in concentration. He tried again, and this time by the absolute pride glimmering in Rio’s eyes, he realized he got it right.

“It stands for ‘little one’,” she later explained, voice soft. She hesitated then, the next words lingered on the tip of the tongue, eager to be spilled, but a tad afraid to do so. But his smile, the way he gazed at her– made it felt so easy and natural to give in. A quiet sigh escaped her lips then, as she slightly shook her head.

It was strange really to feel so deeply for someone. Sure, love wasn’t new for Rio, as she had experienced it before, with both you and Agatha. But this was quite different. When she looked at Nicky, she felt something she couldn’t properly name, something vast, deeply rooted inside.

She wanted to be good to him. More than anything else, she wished to be better. “I care a lot about you, you know?”

“I know. I do, too.” There was no hesitation in his voice, no second thought. He said that so quickly, Rio froze. Yes, she definitely wasn’t used to that kind of feeling. It was overwhelming– but in the best possible way. “That’s why I asked my moms to find you. I thought that since I liked you so much, they would like you too.”

At that moment, Rio felt the weight on her shoulders—the guilt that had been tightening her chest shift just a little. It was still there, obviously. Nothing would make it go away, but Nicky’s spontaneity, his acceptance, the way he so easily would welcome her, made her feel... lighter.

She paused, her gaze drifting from Nicky to you and Agatha, both still deeply engrossed in that conversation. There was a softness in your eyes, a quiet kind of understanding, empathy, your fingers curled around Agatha’s. But Agatha’s demeanor was different– her jaw was set, shoulders tense, as if bracing for something.

Rio couldn’t hear your words, but by the way your lips moved, she could sense you were trying to reassure Agatha. The thought that perhaps you were trying to persuade Agatha to give her a chance, a proper one, sent a sharp, twisting ache in her heart. Why? Because once again you were unaware of what was to come. Rio knew that sooner or later she would hurt you all, again.

“We’re friends, right?” Nicky’s next question pulled Rio out of her thoughts.

“Huh?” She felt dumb, like she couldn’t form a sensible answer to that.

The boy averted his eyes and started fidgeting. “Unless you don’t want to—” she could hear the slight disappointment in his voice.

She swallowed a big lump in her throat, choking on her next words, struggling to pull them out, which was silly because all she had to say was ‘yes’, a humble, simple, immediate ‘yes’. She felt tears in her eyes, as a watery smile tugged at her lips. Yes, she was definitely dumb.

“Of course I want to be friends, buddy. I’d be honored to–”

When Nicky lifted his chin again, his pout disappeared, replaced by a joyful grin, eyes twinkling. It wasn’t hard to guess why—Rio was, perhaps, the very first friend he had ever made. Sure, Nicky had his pet goat, and he loved her, but that wasn’t the same of having a real friend. With the way his life had been, never staying long enough in any village to form real friendships, you and Agatha had been his whole world. Until now.

Next thing he did, he pounced, wrapping his arms around her in the fiercest, most genuine, heartfelt hug ever. Rio tensed up only for a second, before allowing herself to melt into the embrace. She pulled him in her lap, buried her nose in his hair, inhaling deeply. Her lips twitched into a smile. Soft and emotional. When her eyes fluttered shut, a couple of tears slipped down her cheeks.

When she reopened her eyes, she caught you looking her way, your smile soft with affection. Even Agatha seemed more at ease now.

She knew she’d need to have a conversation with both of you eventually, but not now. Now all she needed was to squeeze Nicky a bit tighter and breathe into his hair.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agathario #agathario x reader #agatha harkness x reader #rio vidal x reader #agatha x rio x reader #nicholas scratch #fluff #angst #wlw

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anotherbabyhag · 13 days ago

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hii! saw the angst alphabet you got, would u be up to make one for Rio? feeling kind of ansgtyy

Rio Vidal Angst Headcanon Alphabet

A = Anger (What are they like when they’re angry?)

We’ve seen a bit of this on the show. Rio approaches anger the same way she approaches other emotions - intensely. Yelling, insults specifically crafted to hurt you in the worst ways, violence, it’s all on the table.

B = Break Up (If they had to, how would they break up with you?)

She’s unlikely to break up with you. She only would if you betrayed her and it would be via a very loud/violent fight. More likely you would break up with her, which you’d try to do gently but no matter how kind you were about it, she wouldn’t take it well.

C = Cry (How often do they cry? Do they cry over little things?)

Definitely not over little things. Rio tends to turn to anger far more often than sadness. She can count on one hand the amount of times she’s cried.

D = Debt (How do they make it up to you when they’ve done something wrong?)

Grand gestures, large declarations of love.

E = Entrapment (How would they react to you being kidnapped?)

She’d move heaven and earth (maybe literally) to track you down and torture then kill the people who kidnapped you.

F = Fear (How badly do they fear losing you? Do they fear for you somehow losing them?)

Rio fears that her intensity and the fact that she’s Death will push you away. Every time she has to help one of your loved ones cross over she is terrified it will be the one that makes you leave. No matter how much you reassure her and no matter how many times you’ve stayed previously, this is a trauma from Agatha that she’ll never fully recover from. On the other hand shes not afraid you’ll lose her, she’s a cosmic entity, she’ll be with you forever.

G = Grief (If you were to die, how would they react?)

Your death wouldn’t bother her. She can be with you in the afterlife the exact same way she can on Earth. She would only be upset if you refused to let her help you cross over and chose to be a ghost instead.

H = Heartbreak (What would it take to break their heart?)

Rejecting her. Particularly for her job. Rio has a strong sense of justice and cannot cope with the idea that you might reject her for literally just doing her job.

I = Insensitive (How do they act when they know they’ve said something that upset you?)

Rio gets very angry so she definitely needs time to cool off. She is willing to apologise once she’s calmer but it’s usually more for how she behaved during the conflict than for what the actual conflict was about - basically she’s very stubborn and when she believes she’s right she will absolutely die on that hill.

J = Jerk (When can they tell you’re mad at them? Do either of you resort to name calling?)

She can tell you’re mad at her because you tell her so. You know her previous relationship was toxic so you make a real effort to communicate clearly and healthily. As such you don’t really resort to name calling if you can help it. But Rio is definitely willing to insult you if she gets angry enough.

K = Knife (How do they feel about hurting others? physically or emotionally?)

She’s willing to harm people physically to protect herself or others, she wouldn’t do it for fun. She doesn’t like hurting people emotionally and doesn’t set out to do it unless she’s very angry (and in those cases her anger often stems from hurt or insecurity).

L = Liar (Are they a good liar? How often do they lie to you?)

She’s a pretty good liar. But she doesn’t really lie to you. She’s a very honest, straight forward person.

M = Maudlin (How do you cheer them up when they’re feeling sad?)

Cuddles, reassurance, and encouragement. Also letting her talk about whatever is making her sad.

N = Never (What would they do if they knew they could never be with you?)

I feel like she’d raise hell and move mountains to try to change that reality. If it really was impossible it would take her a long time to come to terms with it. She’d basically work her way through the stages of grief to cope with not being with you.

O = Oath (What happens when you break a promise? How do they take it?)

She would be hurt but would express that through anger at first. It would be driven by her feeling like she’s not enough and that it’s somehow her fault it happened.

P = Pressure (How do they handle stress? How do you help them relax?)

Her job is quite stressful so she’s pretty good a coping with it after so long. But when she needs to relax cuddles, sex, or (ideally) both will do the job.

Q = Quiet (Do they ever give you the silent treatment? How do they react when you give it to them?)

The silent treatment isn’t her style. She’d rather scream and shout and fight than make up and move on. If you were to give her the silent treatment she would get angrier and more dramatic until you had to respond to her.

R = Rejection (How would they take it if you were to reject them?)

This would likely occur at the beginning of your relationship so she’d find it easier to handle. It would hurt her though. She’d be likely to assume that it is because she is Death, she’s used to being rejected over that.

S = Self Doubt (What are they insecure about?)

Mainly being Death - she knows mortals (witches included) often just don’t understand and hate her for it. She’s used to their misdirected anger and (to a lesser extent) fear, but it still hurts her. She also often feels like she’s not good enough but also that she can be too much, she feels like no matter what she does it gets a negative response from people.

T = Triangle (What would they do if they were caught in a love triangle with you? Would they fight for you or give you up?)

Oh she would absolutely fight for you. Both by trying to show you that she’s the right person for you and by physically fighting the other person you’re interested in 😂

U = Unloved (What would you do to make sure they felt loved?)

Lots of reassurance, compliments, cuddles, kisses, touches just for the sake of touching her.

V = Vault (Do they keep their emotions sealed tight, or do they let them out openly?)

Depends on the emotion. She’s willing to make her anger known. But she’s far more hesitant to share her sadness, insecurity, grief, and pain.

W = Wound (How do they react when you’ve been injured?)

Her first instinct is to look after you and make sure you’re okay. After that she will be hell bent on finding the person who hurt you and hurting them in return.

X = X Lovers (What happens when they’re confronted with an ex of yours?)

She’s jealous and possessive. Hanging on to you, making it clear you’re with her now (including public displays of affection). She will be openly hostile towards your ex too.

Y = Yell (How often do fights occur? How bad do they get?)

Not often - you understand her and she’s opened up to you about what she’s been through, so you make an effort not to hurt her. However, when fights do happen they can get pretty bad.

Z = Zestless (What happens if you lose that initial spark with them?)

You both decide that you need to spice things up. Rio is full of ideas for this and is also always willing to try pretty much anything you come up with. You always end up with both your relationship and your attraction being stronger the before once you get out of a period like this.

#rio vidal x reader #agatha all along #Rio Vidal #Aubrey Plaza

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morgana-larkin · 8 months ago

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Alright, after much research and knowing absolutely nothing about what I’m writing, I finally finished the fic. I’ll admit that I’m like the reader in this case and have absolutely no idea how the fuck to flirt. The fact that I’ve had 2 relationships is a miracle in itself. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’ll be doing your prompts next as I have just under 20 in my inbox. They’re mostly Melissa prompts but I do have a couple Chessy ones and 1 Agatha prompt.

The Art Of Flirting

Warnings: small amount of swearing

Words: 6k

You walk into the break room looking for Melissa. You walk a couple steps in and look around for the redhead only to realise she’s not there.

“Hey Barb, have you seen Melissa?” You ask her.

“Not since this morning dear. She might just be running late.” Barb tells you and you sigh and turn around to leave. As soon as you turn around you run right into the redhead herself and she places her hands on your waist to stabilise both of you.

“Hey hon, sorry, didn’t mean to bump into you.” She tells you and you just stare at her, frozen in fear and nervousness.

“Oh, uh, um, it’s-it’s alright. I- I got to go, see you later.” You tell her and bolt out of there.

Melissa watches you leave in confusion before she goes to sit down at the table with Barb.

You enter your classroom and immediately close the door. You put your hands over your eyes in embarrassment and sigh. You just made a complete fool out of yourself in front of Melissa as usual. But honestly, how could anyone act normal around her with how beautiful she is? It’s impossible. You developed a crush on her when you started as the new art teacher 5 months ago.

You go and sit at your desk and start another drawing of Melissa in your sketchbook, a sketchbook that’s full of drawings of her. Is it an obsession to have 100 different sketches of Melissa in different positions and places? Maybe borderline obsession.

After you finish the sketch of Melissa on her phone at the table in the break room, you put your sketchbook away and sit back in your seat. You really want to flirt with her to try and see if she’s interested in you or to let her know that you’re interested in her but there’s one problem with that plan, how the fuck do you flirt?

You get your phone out and decide to google it. It comes up with a bunch of different suggestions and you write down all the ones that come up the most on each website. You just conveniently scroll past the part where it says confidence is very attractive on women, it’s already been established that you have none in front of her. Alright now to put some of these to the test.

First thing on the list: make eye contact.

Watch out Melissa, I’m gonna eye contact the fuck out of you. You then cringe at your own thoughts and sigh.

After school you try and book it quickly to get to the other side of the school in time to walk with Melissa to your cars. You see her locking up her classroom by the time you get there and you walk up to her.

“H-hey Melissa.” You stutter out and she turns around and smiles when she sees it’s you.

“Hey Y/N. How was your day today?” She asks you as you both start walking to the parking lot.

“It-it was alright. How was yours?” You manage to get out.

“It was good, the students actually listened and they all behaved today.” She says and you can’t help but stare at her as she smiles. The point is to make eye contact but you stare at all of her. “Why are you staring?” She asks you.

“What? Me? Staring? Never.” You say with a small laugh and she looks at you confused for a second then just continues the walk to your cars.

“So any weekend plans?” She asks you.

“Umm, nope. I have a pretty boring life. A good weekend for me is curled up on the couch with a good book or a nice tv show or movie to watch.” You tell her while occasionally looking away.

“Hey, I find a night on the couch to be a pretty awesome night.” She says and you just stare at her the entire time.

‘Try to make eye contact, try to keep eye contact.’ Is constantly in your head.

“You’re staring again.” She says.

“I’m not staring… I’m just looking at you while you talk.”

“Hon, that’s called staring.” She states.

“No, it’s called listening while you talk.” You counter and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“Whatever you say, hon.” She says as you both reach her car and she unlocks it. “See you tomorrow, good night.” She says and then goes to get in her car.

“Good night, Melissa.” You tell her before she closes her car door. You then walk to your car with a smile on your face. ‘I think that went pretty well.’

The next morning you walk into the break room and get your coffee ready. You then go to sit on the couch like you normally do but Melissa stops you.

“Hon, how about you sit with us this morning?” She asks and you look at her in shock. The Melissa Schemmenti, the woman who barely tolerates newbies, just asked you, a newbie, to sit at her table. You almost couldn’t believe it and you smile at her.

“Are you sure?” You ask her and she nods. “Alright, since you’re offering then sure.” You say and go sit on the chair next to her.

“Dear, the project you did with my class yesterday was amazing! My students couldn’t stop talking about it.” Barb told you and you smiled.

“Really? I’m so happy they loved it. And your kindergarteners are adorable.” You told her and Melissa was looking at you with a soft smile the entire time.

“My little eagles love your class as well. They always can’t wait and never want to come back.” Melissa joked with you and you both laughed.

When you both look up from laughing you lock eyes with each other and your breath hitches. Melissa goes back on her phone and you just keep staring at her, she was so beautiful.

“You’re staring again, hon.” Melissa suddenly says as she looks at you and you lock eyes with her again.

“I- I wasn’t staring at you.” You say, voice a bit higher than you intended and Melissa quirks an eyebrow at you.

You pull your phone out and take a look at the list. You think eye contact failed and should try the next thing.

Second thing on the list: compliment her.

‘Ok, I can do that. I always think she looks beautiful. Just have to vocalise it.’ You think and smile as you look up at her. You open your mouth to speak but at the same moment she looks at you and all words left your brain and you quickly shut your mouth.

“Were you gonna say something hon?” Melissa asks you.

“I was but then I literally blanked and forgot.” You say a little shyly and Melissa smiles and shakes her head.

2 hours later there’s a knock on your classroom door and you get up to go open it. You know exactly who’s there, it’s Melissa and her class.

“Hey Melissa!” You say cheerfully and she smiles at you.

“Hey hon, here to drop off the little eagles.” She says and you signal for her students to walk in the classroom. While the students walk in your classroom, you take a look at Melissa. She’s wearing the leather pants that you love on her, a red low cut top and her beautiful ginger locks flowing down to her chest.

“You look really good today.” You tell her and she looks up at you with a smile.

“Ya?” She asks and you nod. “You’ve seen me in this outfit before and you didn’t say anything then.” She tells you with a head tilt.

“Oh…uh, we-well you looked good then but I just didn’t say anything and-”

“Hon, I’m just teasing you, relax. Thank you for the compliment.” She tells you with a chuckle and your cheeks turn red from embarrassment.

The next day, Melissa walks in as you’re on the couch sketching a picture of her. You were really into the sketch that you didn’t register her entering or walking towards you.

“That’s a nice sketch of me.” She says and you jump at her being close to you and quickly close the sketchbook.

“MELISSA! Oh hi!” You say with a higher pitched voice and she giggles at your reaction.

“Can I see the sketch?” She asks as she sits down beside you. You nervously nod your head and then turn it to the correct page of the sketch, carefully to not let her see the other sketches of her, the 100 other sketches of her. You don’t want her to think you’re a stalker. You showed her the sketch and she looks at it with a smile for a few seconds. “This is really good, no wonder you’re an art teacher.” She tells you.

“Tha-thanks. It’s not finished and I didn’t have you posing, although neither did I ask your permission. I’m sorry.” You tell her and she waves you off.

“Don’t be sorry, I’m flattered you’d rather sketch me then someone else. And I’d be happy to pose for you.”

“Really?” You say, shocked.

“Yep, but I’d like to keep the sketch after.” She says and you immediately nod.

“Alright, deal.” You say and then you both shake on it. You should have thought through the idea of shaking hands with her cause as soon as your hands touched, you immediately don’t want to let go. Her hand was so soft and you like the way it feels in yours.

“Come to my place after school today if you’re free and you can sketch me then.” She offers and you immediately nod with a smile.

“I’m definitely free, I’ll be there.” You say and she smiles then gets up.

“Great, I’ll text you my address.” She says and then leans down and lowers her voice so no one else hears. “Oh and btw, you look really cute when you’re concentrating on your work.” She says with a wink, then goes to sit with Barb.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ You think and you might as well have error 404 written across your face cause you don’t move at all for a few seconds.

After school you’re heading to the parking lot when you get a text. It’s from Melissa and you can’t help the smile that formed on your face.

Melissa: Hey Y/N, here’s the address of my castle! Feel free to show up anytime between now and 6 😉

You: I’ll be there in an hour! Why between now and 6?

Melissa: to feed you dinner of course!

You: oh, you don’t need to do that

Melissa: I insist, and I gotta do something to pay you back for sketching me

You: you not being angry at me for sketching you without your permission is good enough for me

Melissa: any dietary restrictions?

You: I’m not getting out of this am I?

Melissa: nope 😉

You: no restrictions

You check the list on your phone for another flirting technique.

Third on the list: light touching

You show up at Melissa’s place an hour later and she opens the door and smiles when she sees it’s you.

“Hey hon.” She says and moves to the side to let you in.

“Hi Melissa.” You say and then take your shoes off before Melissa is guiding you to her couch with one hand on your back. When she put one hand on your back you froze for half a second and you hope she didn’t notice. “So what kind of sketch of yourself do you want?” You ask her once you both sit on the couch.

“Hm, how about me posing on the couch?” She says and you quirk an eyebrow as you flip to an empty page in your sketchbook.

“You’re not talking like titanic style are you?” You ask her and she chuckles.

“No, although maybe I’ll consider that in the future, I do have a great body.” She says and then winks at you. You sit there staring at her like a deer in the headlights, not knowing what to say. “You finished the sketch from earlier.” She says as you were on the page from your last sketch. You nod and then show her how it looks as it’s done. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She says as she looks at it with a smile.

“Thank you.” You say as you look at her with a smile.

“Have you sketched any other teachers?” She suddenly asks as she looks up at you.

“Not in a while.” You say and she looks confused at you. “When I first started I sketched everything and everyone. I like sketching different things and people, and everything was new. I haven’t sketched the other teachers since Halloween.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Did you sketch everyone in their costumes?” She asks and you nod. “Can I see it?”

“It’s in another sketchbook.” You tell her and she gives you a little pout. “I can bring it in on Monday if you want.” You say quickly and a smile forms back on her face.

“I’d like that.” She says and you smile and nod at her.

“What other sketches do you have in this one?” She asks you and you suddenly feel nervous. You brought the sketchbook that’s full of sketches of her, a mistake on your part.

“I- I, it’s private.” You say and she looks at you confused but she lets it go.

“Alright, so what do you want to sketch? The one for me.” She says and you think about it.

“Well what do you normally do when you’re at home?” You ask her.

“I cook, grade stuff if I need to catch up, eat, watch tv. On the weekends though it’s different.” She says and you tilt your head. “Other than cooking, I do chores, visit family members, occasionally do something with Barb.” She says and you smile softly at her. Then you suddenly get an idea as you see how she’s sitting right now. She’s sitting on the couch with her body towards you, her left leg on the couch tucked under her body, with her left arm on the back of the couch and head resting on her hand.

“You know, how you are right now is perfect. It looks natural for you.” You tell her and she looks down at herself then back at you.

“You want me to stay as I am and just look at you?” She says and quirks an eyebrow.

“Well that’s if you want the drawing to be of you on the couch.” You say as you flip to an empty page in your sketchbook.

“That’s alright with me.” She says as you get one of the pencils you brought.

“Do you want to be smiling or just a natural look?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second.

“Smiling.” She says.

“Do you mind smiling then? I’ll be doing your face first.” You tell her and she nods then does a smile.

You take a deep breath and then begin your sketch. In all your sketches of Melissa, you never have one where she’s posing for you. Having her look at you as you’re drawing her is very different.

“You can stop smiling now if you want.” You tell her as you finish her face. Melissa does stop smiling and just has a natural look now and starts a conversation with you as you continue the sketch.

“When did you start doing sketches?” She asks as you do the outline of her body.

“For as long as I remember. I was a shy kid and it was hard for me to make friends so I drew instead.” You tell her as you move to the side of the couch to sketch her full body. You get to the part where you’re sketching her chest and you can’t help but blush as you look at her chest.

“Why are you blushing?” She asks you.

“No reason, just um, not used to having someone look at me as I sketch them. Only my family ever did.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Well you’re beautiful when you blush.” She tells you and you immediately snap your head up at her and she winks at you. You blush even more but you go back to the sketch and try to calm your blush down. After half an hour, you finish the sketch and turn it around to show her.

“What do you think?” You ask her as she looks at it.

“It’s perfect.” She says and then you carefully ripe the page out and hand it to her. She reaches out and takes it and your hands brush together briefly and your breath hitches slightly as you feel her soft skin. She examines it more closely with a smile before she gets up. You put your stuff away as she hangs the drawing up on her fridge. You get up and follow her to the kitchen just as she’s putting food from a container on two plates. “I hope you like lasagna cause that’s the leftovers that I have.” She says and you smile at her.

“I’m positive I’ll love it. I’ve heard nothing but great things about your cooking.” You tell her and she smiles as she puts one of the plates in the microwave. “I really like your house, it’s very homey.” You tell her as you look around her kitchen.

“Thank you.” She says and puts the second plate in the microwave after taking the first one out.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen to have plastic on the couch though.” You tell her and she giggles a bit.

“My family is Italian and love wine. So when they come over I don’t want them to spill on the couch.” She says and you nod in understanding. “Come and eat.” She says as she takes the two plates over to her dining table. You take the first bite and the flavours explode in your mouth and you let out a small moan.

“Omg Melissa this is incredible.” You tell her with a smile.

“Thanks hon.” She says and then you both continue on with normal chatter until you leave. “I’ll see you on Monday, and don’t forget the sketchbook.” She says as you’re at her door, ready to leave.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget, see you on Monday Melissa.” You tell her and then you leave. Once you get home you take a deep breath and sit on the couch. You didn’t really flirt with her but you got to spend a lot of time with her alone and without interruptions. You smile at that thought and then go to find your filled sketchbooks and grab the one that you’re looking for to show her on Monday.

When Monday rolls around, you grab all your things and make your way to school. You walk into the break room and make a coffee. Melissa looks at you as you make a coffee and then invites you to sit next to her when you’re done.

“As promised, the sketchbook I used when I first got here.” You tell her and she smiles as you hand it to her. She gets you to scoot closer to her and you do it immediately and then she looks at the sketches you did. You have drawings in there of Abbott mostly, of the break room, some classrooms, the gym, the playground. Then she sees some of the teachers making their way into the drawings. She sees herself in a few of them, especially in the break room ones. You decide to put your flirting into action as she’s distracted and move your leg slightly so that your thigh is touching hers. You keep it there and she doesn’t say anything, she just asks you about some of your drawings and you happily explain them to her.

She then flips the page and she sees a drawing of a few kids in costumes and realises that she’s at Halloween. She looks at a few drawings and then gets one of just her in the break room, on her phone with a lollipop in her mouth. She looks at it with a smile and flips the page. She sees that it’s another sketch of her in her costume. It was after haunting baby Thanos and you were all sitting in the gym as the kids tired themselves out. You were all there but she sees that you only drew her. She flips the page and sees a picture of Draemond, the owner of charter schools, there with devil horns and she giggles.

She flips a few more pages and sees herself and Barb at their table in their Christmas clothing. She flips to the next page and it’s her with the read-a-thon medal and a huge smile on her face. She then gets to the end of the sketchbook and she hands it back to you. “Your sketches are amazing, hon.” She tells you and you take the sketchbook back with a blush. Melissa then goes to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and you look at her. “There, it was getting in the way.” She says with a smile then goes to her phone. You go on your phone to check the list again as you don’t have a lot of reasons to touch her. Then it hits you, you never moved your thigh away from hers and she didn’t either. You glance down and sure enough your thighs are still touching and Melissa doesn’t seem to mind. You now look at the list to try and flirt some more with her.

Fourth on the list: Get her to talk about herself.

Ok this one seems easy, you can do this. “So Melissa.” You start and she looks at you with a smile. “What are you doing today with your students? Any activities or something fun?” You ask her and she thinks about it for a second before her eyes widen and she starts collecting her things.

“You just reminded me that I gotta get the classroom ready for a science project.” She says quickly and quickly walks out of the room. You sigh with a pout and Barb looks at you with a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry dear, one day she’ll notice your advances.” She tells you and your eyes widen as you look at her.

“Wha?” You ask her and she shakes her head with a smile.

“I know you like her, it’s no mystery.” She tells you and you put your head in your hands.

You pull your phone out for something to do and it’s still on the list and you’re about to close it when you read the next thing.

Fifth on the list: Go out of your way to be nice.

You have a perfect opportunity, you can help her set up her classroom. You say goodbye to Barb and then you head to Melissa’s classroom. Once you get there you see her frantically setting things up and you knock on the door. She looks up at you and she smiles at you before continuing setting up.

“Hey hon, I’m sorry that I left so quickly.” She tells you and you walk in.

“That’s alright, I just came over to see if I could help you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“Really?” She asks and you nod. “That would be great, hon.” She tells you and you walk over to grab some of the paper out of her hand. You think you have the perfect opportunity to double flirt, help her and get her to talk about herself.

“So what experiment are they doing today?” You ask her and she smiles.

“Volcanos. We’ve been learning about them so today we’re doing the baking soda and vinegar volcano.” She tells you excitedly.

“You seem more excited than the kids.” You joke with her and she giggles.

“It’s the most fun experiment of the year.” She says.

You shake your head at her before an idea pops in your head. “Hey, I got an idea but you can always say no.” You tell her and she looks at you and tilts her head. “Well you know how I have your class second period today?” You start and she nods her head. “How about we combine them. We can even decorate the volcanoes. I get bring over some art supplies and make a whole 2 hour experiment!” You tell her and you calm down when you finish the idea.

“That’s actually an amazing idea and I’d love to do that.” She says and you quirk your eyebrows.

“But…” You say and she shakes her head at you with a smile.

“No but, it sounds amazing and we should do it.” She tells you and you jump up and down.

“Omg! Ok, I’ll go grab some supplies and l’ll be right back!” You say excitedly and run out.

You return 5 minutes later, a few minutes before the bell rings with some painting supplies. You both continue setting up, including the art supplies and finish right as the bell rings. Melissa goes to greet her students as you stand at the front of the classroom and the students look around at the materials.

“Ms. Y/L/N, what are you doing here?” One of her students ask you.

“Me and Ms. Schemmenti will explain everything when everyone is settled in.” You tell them and they nod their head and take a seat.

“Alright my little eagles!” Melissa says and you shake your head at that, of course she includes the eagles in her teaching. “Today is volcano experiment day!” She says and the students begin to cheer. “And Ms. Y/L/N here is helping us with it. We’re combining our classes so we’ll have 2 hours to build and decorate our volcanoes.” She explains and all the students begin side chatter with someone beside them.

“And we can do a competition! The group with the best looking and best working volcano will have bragging rights for the day.” You tell them and they all cheer again. One of the students raise their hand and looks at you. “Yes Makayla?” You ask her.

“Does the best looking means that they have to look like a volcano?” She asks and you think about it.

“Hm, good question. I’m gonna say no. Just go crazy and make it look however you want it to look. And if you need any specific art supplies then let me know and I’ll go get it for you.” You tell everyone and they all have a big smile. “Anything to add Ms. Schemmenti?” You ask her as you look at her.

“Nope, I think it’s time we split into groups.” She tells them. You split the class into groups and they all get started on their volcanoes. “You know there’s extra supplies if you want to make a volcano together?” She asks you as you smile and then you both start constructing one. You both work on it and also help the students with theirs if they ask.

“So how should we decorate it?” You ask as you add some paper to the volcano but it didn’t stick.

“Here you didn’t add enough glue.” She says and stands behind you. She takes the piece of paper and dips it into the glue and then passes it to you and both stick the piece onto the volcano successfully. “I think it should be a black volcano with pink lava.” She says with a big smile and you shake your head and smile as well.

“I think we can make that happen.” You tell her and she beams. Once the paper dries then you set up the paint and you take turns painting parts of it. When Melissa finishes painting it completely black then you get the pink paint and a smaller paint brush. You begin painting lines on the volcano while she paints the top of it. Melissa gets the lava ready with extra baking soda as you’re using paint instead of food colouring which is heavier. Once everyone is done then you all test the volcanoes. The last one to test was yours and Melissa’s and it worked and started pouring out pink lava to which the whole class was in awe.

After they all get tested then you and Melissa quickly discuss who wins and then announce the best group. They all clap for the winning team and then you get everyone to help clean up.

“Thank you for today.” Melissa says as you both clean up your area. “This was a really fun idea.”

“It’s not a problem Melissa, and I had a lot of fun today as well.”

“We should combine our classes together more often.” She says and you smile at her.

“I would love that.” You tell her and then continue cleaning up before you had to leave for your third period class. You’re lucky you had a spare at the beginning of the day so you could do this project with her and her class.

At lunch you bump into her on the way to the break room and she starts laughing at how you look. “Did you get paint shot at you?” She asks through giggles.

“Something like that. The kids and I were having fun with the paint and they decided to attack me with paint. This is why I only use washable paint.” You say.

“Come here.” She tells you and she brings you to the sink in the break room. She gets paper towels and begins cleaning the paint off of your face. The rest of the crew walks in while Melissa is wiping the paint off your face and they all start laughing at your state.

“Dear, what on earth happened to you?” Barb asks as she tries not to laugh.

“Third graders wanted to have fun today with paint.” You tell everyone.

“And it seems you were their main target.” Melissa says and she starts giggling again while wiping near your mouth. She then starts wiping your mouth and you both freeze for a second and Melissa looks up into your eyes before looking back at your mouth and then goes back to wiping your mouth. “If it’s any consolation, you look like an art teacher.” She jokes with you and you both start laughing at the joke. Melissa finally gets all the paint off your face and neck and then you both start to have lunch.

“Thanks for getting all the paint off my face.” You tell her and she smiles at you.

“Not a problem, hon.” She says and then goes and explains to Barb the volcano project.

“Wow, it seems you two had a fun morning.” Barb tells you both and you both nod and Meliss turns to look at you.

“We did ya. I was already looking forward to the volcano project but you made it even better.” She tells you and you blush.

Once lunch ends then all the teachers go and collect their class, you on the other hand have a spare right now so you walk to your classroom and start to get it ready for Janine’s class that are coming next period. While getting it ready you begin to think of your plan of flirting with Melissa, it seems to be going well except that you’re barely doing anything. And then it hits you, Melissa is doing the flirting and you’ve been flirting back with her. She’s the one making eye contact with you, complimenting you, lightly touching you, getting you to talk about yourself and even helping you out. You facepalm as you didn’t even notice before, how oblivious are you?

At the end of the day, you’re sitting on the couch in the break room, finishing up a sketch. Teachers walk in and out quickly to get their lunch and then go home. Melissa walks in with Barb but then notices you on the couch, she says goodbye to Barb and then walks over to you and looks at your drawing. It’s another sketch of her, only it’s her painting the volcano.

“That sure was fun today.” She says from behind you and scares the shit out of you.

“OMG! MELISSA! Why do you keep scaring me like that?” You ask her and she starts laughing.

“Sorry hon, but it is funny.” She says as you pout. “Btw, that’s another sketch of me, I seem to be your favourite subject to sketch.” She tells you and you blush.

“Really? I didn’t even notice but I guess so.” You tell her, trying to cover up the fact that the sketchbook is full of sketches of her. You both start walking out when your book slips out of your hands and falls in front of her. The curiosity gets the better of Melissa as she looks at the sketches after picking it up. She’s able to get away from your attempts at getting the book back as you don’t want her to think you’re some sort of freak or stalker.

“I guess I really am your favourite subject.” She says as she flips through all the sketches, you’ve already given up your attempts and just lets her look. She finishes looking at them after a few minutes and gives it back to you. “I wouldn’t mind keeping some of those.” She says and you clutch the book close to you.

“Of-of course, you can keep a-any sketch you want.” You stutter out and she smiles at you.

“Why didn’t you want to show me your sketchbook before?” She asks you and you sigh.

“Because if you found out I have a sketchbook of just sketches of you then you might think I’m a freak or something.” You admit to her.

“Hon I don’t think you’re a freak for it. Many artists have something or someone that they love to sketch. I have a few artists in my family and they all tell me that.” She says and you look at her. You then remember your discovery a couple hours ago and you surge forward and kiss her. You could feel her being stunned at first and as you go to pull away she starts kissing you back. You both pull apart when air is needed and then you look at each other as you catch your breath. “Thank god, I was wondering if you liked me back for a month now. Which is why I started flirting with you.” She tells you and your jaw drops.

“You’ve been flirting with me for a month?” You ask her, completely stunned and she nods.

“How long do you think I’ve been flirting with you for?” She asks.

“For like a week. I mean that’s when I started flirting with you.” You tell her.

“You’ve been flirting with me?” She asks and looks taken aback.

“Ya, I guess unsuccessfully if your reaction is anything to go by.” You tell her and you both start giggling.

“You suck at flirting hon.” She tells you with a smile.

“I know, I literally googled how to flirt with women as a woman cause I have no idea how to flirt.” You admit and she laughs at that.

“You’re adorable but you're right, you have no idea how to flirt.” She tells you and you pout. She then kisses you again and this time you melt into the kiss, unaware of the trio and Barb watching you both from down the hall, all of them with a smile on their face.

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A Writer on Writing: Ronald Knox

10 Commandments of Detective Fiction

Knox was also a Catholic priest, which is perhaps why he was tempted to write a 10 Commandments of detective fiction. If you write such stories, thou shalt obey these laws:*

The criminal must be someone mentioned in the early part of the story, but must not be anyone whose thoughts the reader has been allowed to follow.

All supernatural or preternatural agencies are ruled out as a matter of course.

Not more than one secret room or passage is allowable.

No hitherto undiscovered poisons may be used, nor any appliance which will need a long scientific explanation at the end.

No Chinaman must figure in the story.

No accident must ever help the detective, nor must he ever have an unaccountable intuition which proves to be right.

The detective must not himself commit the crime.

The detective must not light on any clues which are not instantly produced for the inspection of the reader.

The stupid friend of the detective, the Watson, must not conceal any thoughts which pass through his mind; his intelligence must be slightly, but very slightly, below that of the average reader.

Twin brothers, and doubles generally, must not appear unless we have been duly prepared for them.

*In truth, most of these rules have become outdated in current mystery fiction.

[NOTE: In Rule 5, the use of the word ‘Chinaman’ is jarring to a modern reader and clearly not an appropriate term of national or racial identity by modern standards. Knox’s inclusion of it in the decalogue in 1929 reflects contemporary prejudices including a lazy (and usually racist) tendency, promoted by contemporary authors such as Sax Rohmer, to cast characters of Asian origin as villains in crime fiction (see Van Dover, 2010). While Knox’s racialising ban on Chinese characters appears to be an injunction against the unthinking use of racist stereotyping in the plotting of crime fiction, it is ironic when we recall the Chinese origins of detective fiction.]

Ronald Knox was a mystery writer in the early part of the 20th century who belonged to the Detection Club, a society peopled by such legendary mystery writers as Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, G. K. Chesterson, and E. C. Bentley. Among his novels: The Viaduct Murder, Double Cross Purposes, Still Dead.

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— pairing: agatha harkness / wanda maximoff, post wandavision, pre aaa.

Summary: Its been months since Wanda Maximoff defeated Agatha Harkness in Westview and left her powerlessly trapped in a fake persona. What happens when the brunette witch somehow escapes, finding Wanda in her seclusion. An even bigger question, will Wanda team up with her to accomplish the end to Agatha's plan, and if so, what will happen as the two get closer?

author's note: this chapter does not contain any pg13+ material. however in the future of the story, there will be mature themes, so if you are a minor i advise you not to interact. on another note, i wrote this beginning to a fanfiction while waiting for agatha's spinoff to release. i am aware my fic has been stolen and published on another platform, however it is my writing, as you will see, parts of it were edited out. if you would like proof of ownership i shall surely message you. it will not be based on the show, but possibly could have elements of it! and in order not to spoil the plot i will leave it at that. <3

The redhead smiled at the knock on her door, expecting a hiker or a mountaineer to be waiting for her, she called out a quick "I’ll be right there", rushing to grab the refreshments she typically offered to those passing by.

Ever since she left Westview, since defeating Agatha, she’d been in the mountains of Slovakia. A small cabin was all she needed, it had a room, a kitchen, a small area with couches. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers. She crafted it on her own. She had finally reached the full potential of her power, at least she thought she did, and she used it to start anew. She did not want to be found, and she didn’t need anyone, but still, when hikers or tourists came around, she enjoyed the company. She would bake them pastries and bread every now and then. Agatha taught her to bake, but then again, Agatha taught her a lot.

When Wanda was growing up, she didn’t learn to bake or cook, but the witch she left behind in Westview taught her so many lessons about living in a mortal world. She’d hated her, for the most part, but there were so many things in her new life she had to credit to the brunette with mad curls.

As she placed the bowl of freshly baked bread upon the table, and the lemonade in a pitcher to the side, she checked her hair in the mirror planted on the wall, when she was satisfied, she opened the door.

And with a sudden flush, in the very instant, her heart sank, and she slammed the door.

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It couldn’t be happening, I mean Wanda knew she couldn’t play keep-away forever with the other woman, but it sure as hell seemed like the best temporary option.

She turned with her back against the door, closing her eyes and exhaling a stress filled sigh.

”Now, is that any way to greet an old friend?” said 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 voice. Even though there was no mistaking who owned the captivating tone, Wanda wished that when she opened her eyes, she would wake up, and she would somehow be in a dream.

But alas, when she did open her eyes, reality hit the redhead like a semi-truck.

Standing in front of her was Agatha Harkness, the now powerless, crazy, curly haired raveness. The ‘evil’ witch she had defeated some time ago.

Wanda instantly resorted to using her magic, sending magical cuffs around the woman’s wrists, to which Agatha simply chuckled, “I’m starting to get the notion this wasn’t as pleasant of a surprise as i had hoped.”

”Oh, really? You think so?” spat the ginger, a soft hand now palming her forehead. She figured the witch would return one day, rise again and try to get her powers back. However she never figured it would happen only months later. She may have been the most powerful being to exist, but there was no doubting the strength of the other witch in the room, or anyone she could have used to free herself.

”Wanda, dear, these cuffs aren’t necessary” she reminded, hinting that she no longer had powers.

Wanda's brow furrowed, her eyes flooding to the sight of the cuffed and powerless brunette in her living area. She wondered about removing restraints, questioned the probability that Agatha knew other ways to harm her, and she figured it was best to keep them.

”Listen doll, I haven't come to harm you, I've come to help you.” she spoke, and Wanda slowly inched closer, tilting her head as her lips parted, in an attempt to suggest something that would not come out. It was like the woman read her mind, one of the powers she had was the ability to manipulate, interact with, and read minds, but that had only been with those in Westview. . and there was no way she had power again.

”How did you know what I was thinking, Agatha?” she said, tone cruel and interrogative. With the settlement of these words, she was inches from the other witch, her expressions clearly showing some form of confusion and anger combined. Agatha loved playing with the gingerette’s mind. It was almost an impossible thing to avoid.

”Wanda Wanda Wanda” she spoke, a long pause shadowing the calling of the woman's name. Wanda noticed how intently the witch was watching her, observing her, studying her. With a smooth and subtle smirk, she began to speak again, “You can’t ever make things easy for yourself, can you?” Agatha slowly began to move, raising her hands from behind her back, which were free from wanda’s cuffs, almost as if they had never existed.

Wanda stood lifeless, frozen and in shock. Slowly she began backing away, realizing that this meant 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨.

”How did you–” she was cut off by a hand raising, a dim and small light of purple emerging from tan fingertips. Agatha whispered an incantation, flicked her wrist, and Wanda was forced upon the door, unable to move.

The witch inched closer, smirking at the woman’s confused look. “You're so. . dull. thinking you could take away 𝘢𝘭𝘭 of my power, and keep me trapped in your silly little persona?” she chuckled, “It took less than a week for me to break the curse you put on me, less than a month to gain some of what I lost. . I could’ve killed you, you know. I've been watching you, Wanda.” The redhead shivered at the thought of just dying, no warning, to the hands of Agatha Harkness, albeit. It made her think of Pietro, how he was dead, and never coming back.

”Oh, but don’t worry, I have bigger plans for you” she spoke, closer to wanda than ever before. Wanda had conflicting feelings towards Agatha. They had shared a friendship, of course, when Agatha was Agnes, and Wanda was “evil”. No matter the details, the two witches had built a rapport with one another. An unspoken understanding was present, so Wanda believed her when she said she wasn’t 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 planning to kill her.

”If you really want to help, with whatever twisted, fucked up idea you have of what I ‘need’, let me out of this hold.” Wanda shot a smile at the brunette, and Agatha simply tilted her head in consideration, before repeating another incantation.

The binding yet blinded force was now constructing her body, pressuring her more into the door. She yelped, wincing at the pain. Part of her wanted to use her magic, but she had learned it would do no good the last time she tried.

Agatha had a devilish smile on her lips, one that Wanda knew too well.

“Please” she winced. The older woman only chuckled mischievously, before flinging her wrist left.

As the redhead felt the force upon her body release, she sighed. Part of her wanted to run up and punch the other witch, mainly for imposing on her life so soon into her newly found peace (for the most part). Wanda instead shot an angry look at the brunette, and Agatha replied with an obvious smirk and a raise of her eyebrows.

”I'm sorry to have wasted you a trip, but I don’t want any help from 𝙮𝙤𝙪, and I never will” she remarked, walking away from the essence of the woman, to her kitchen counter. She grabbed a pitcher out of the fridge, pouring a glass of cold water. It was risky turning her back on such a powerful person, especially after refusing an offer, but there was some form of trust she felt, something unexplainable that she only felt with her.

It was quiet for a moment, until finally she heard the heels softly embracing the wood floor.

click.. click.. click.. click.

They stopped, and Wanda dismissed the notion of turning around. She could hear the smooth breaths Agatha took, so close. Wanda's hand clutched her glass, she planted the other on the counter.

Agatha's arms went past Wanda's waist, and she laid her hands over both of Wanda's. The younger woman reveled in the touch, it was the only human contact besides that of talking that she’d had in months. Agatha's body was pressing into her back, and she sighed into the touch. Her awareness of the situation only grew as she felt the woman’s lips brush along the skin of her neck.

The scarlet witch had always felt.. something when it came to her mentor. Her feelings about the woman were uncharted and complicated. She felt both comfort and edge, like she was safe but not secure. And to have her hands on her own, even if not interlinked, it got Wanda’s mind racing, as well as her heart. Heat flushed to her cheeks as she realized that the raveness could probably hear her heart beating.

”𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧” Agatha whispered, her voice husky and low. Her lips were close to the redhead’s ears, and a soft moan escaped Wanda's lips. She felt so many things, so much confusion at why the things Agatha said made her want to lean into the woman and let her take control. Whatever great things the brunette had in mind were probably wicked. . but when Wanda turned her head and looked into those brown eyes, she couldn’t say no. She tried, opening her mouth to refuse and tell her to leave, but nothing came from her lips.

This made a smirk run onto Agatha’s face, and she held the eye contact that the redhead initiated. At the notice of the woman's still hanging lip, she softly inched her own lips closer.

The witch had always intimidated those around her, and it was no different with Wanda, except the contact was far more intense, and almost like a battle for dominance. Agatha’s lips brushed against the gingerette's, and Wanda’s head tilted to the side, if they were to kiss, the angle would be perfect. Wanda wanted that, she desired it as she desired the air in her lungs. She closed her eyes, waiting for the embrace, when Agatha softly hummed. The brunette pulled her lips away, and found the dip in Wanda’s neck. A soft, but hot kiss was planted on her neck, and the younger woman’s head leaned back. With a smirk, Agatha took the glass from Wanda's hand, and backed away from the woman.

She took a sip from the glass, winking at her ginger witch.

”Don’t be a fool, Wanda” She playfully remarked, setting down the glass beside the redhead, and retreating from the woman.

Wanda had never been so confused, yet had so much clarity in her life. She didn't want to let Agatha stay, or help with whatever she desired, but those lips, those hands, that voice.. they clouded every piece of rationale in her.

Come tomorrow morning, Wanda Maximoff would team up with Agatha Harkness, and no one would know about the moment they had shared that night.

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