#agatha harkenss x reader

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I read it is is a dark blog and I am in love with dark stuff. If it is okay, I would love to request Dark! Agatha and reader based in this concept ‘For Agatha, you are the love of her life. For you, she was the person who kidnapped you’

Can I be 🦖 anon?

Lucid Dreams

Dark! Agatha harkness x fem! reader

Warnings: Manipulation, magic use, being held against will? fingering, clit simulation, nicknames, abit of praise kink.

A/n: She's abit dark? I switched round the concept, abit i hope you don't mind, sorry this took so long for me to reply <3 and yeah ofc you can be 🦖 anon!

You lie next to your wife, tossing and turning, unable to shake the feeling that something is not quite right. The silence of the night weighs heavily on you, and your thoughts race through your mind, searching for answers to the uneasiness that is gnawing at you. You turn and shift, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seems to help. Every little noise or rustle sends your heart thumping, and you feel yourself growing more and more anxious with each passing moment. You try to convince yourself that everything is alright, that you're just being overly sensitive, but the feeling of unease persists. Finally, you give up, and get up, making your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water, hoping that the change in scenery might help calm your nerves. You sip the water, trying to focus your thoughts, but still, the nagging feeling remains. Finally, you decide to go back to bed, hoping that sleep will help you shake off the feeling, but as you walk back to the bedroom, a thought occurs to you: what if this feeling is an omen, a warning of some sort, something that you cannot ignore? You pause for a moment, considering the possibility, before eventually dismissing the thought, telling yourself that you're just being overly dramatic and that there's nothing to worry about. Despite your efforts to reassure yourself, however, the sense of unease persists, haunting you even as you drift into a fitful sleep, your dreams overshadowed by the feeling that something is amiss.

You dream that you are lying asleep, completely paralyzed, and unable to move. Suddenly, you find yourself standing in a vast expanse of darkness, the only light coming from a glowing beacon above you. As you stare at the beacon, a godly figure begins to emerge, a shadowy silhouette slowly taking form. As the figure draws closer, you recognize it as yourself, only older, and wiser, and more powerful.

"Greetings, my friend," the older you said, her voice strong and commanding but calming, smooth like silk. "You have been chosen to receive guidance from one of the many versions of yourself in the multiverse. Listen well, my friend, as what I have to tell you is of the utmost importance."

With a snap of her fingers, the darkness dissipates, and you find yourself in a spacious library, filled with books and scrolls and all manner of knowledge, however you can't move. The older you educated you about the knowledge and history of the multiverse, the words spilling from her plump lips like a waterfall.

"What you seek is on the very fringes of the multiverse, beyond what you can comprehend," says the older you. "Agatha, the woman you love, has evil intentions. For Agatha you are the love of her life, but also her captive, For you she is also the love of your life but also your kidnaper. You have been blined by a powerful spell."

"She seeks to harness the power of the multiverse for her own ends, to take control and Manipulate everything to her liking, wherever you go you won't find the hex walls because you're constantly in it. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goal. You must stop her, my friend, before she brings about the end of all freedom."

And with that, the elder you disappear, leaving you standing alone in the library, the weight of her words weighing heavily on your shoulders.

You wake up, your heart pounding, your mind racing. The dream feels so real, so vivid, that you wonder if it could have been more than just a dream. And then you remember Agatha, your wife, lying peaceful and beautiful next to you, and you wonder if this is just another manifestation of your endless anxiety, or if there is something deeper and more sinister at play.

Your breath escape your mouth shallow and panicked, Aggie starts to stir eventually she turns to look at you, a swish of the hand turning on the bedside lamp. Her face is filled with concern, and you try to speak, to tell her about the visions you've just experienced, but the words catch in your throat, and you find yourself gasping for air. "What's wrong, my love?" Agatha asks, her voice filled with worry. You struggle to form the words, the dream still fresh in your mind, and finally, you manage to choke out, "Agatha, I had the strangest dream. It was like I was in a different universe, and a version of myself was telling me that you had evil intentions and you kidnapped me and you were manipulating me. And I couldn't move, Agatha, I was frozen." You rush out. Agatha's face falls, her expression becoming grim as she listens to your words. Finally, she speaks, her voice full of seriousness.

"That's just a stupid dream." She says abruptly and coldly. You stare at her, not knowing how to respond. Her face softens, and she pulls your distressed form into her, holding you tight. "Sorry baby, I just - you know my past with magic." She looked down at you with loving eyes. She placed a warm kiss on your forehead. Agatha can still tell that you're unsettled.

You felt Agatha's soft fingertips rest on your forehead, and immediately, a strange sensation washed over you. You felt tired and heavy, and before you knew it, your vision was filled with a swirling tunnel of purple light. The light got brighter and brighter until your eyes shut tightly, and you fell into a deep sleep. When you woke up, you felt disoriented and confused. You glanced at the clock and saw that it was now 2:00am. "Aggie, why am I up so late?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

Agatha eyes were fixed on you. She looked concerned, but she also had a strange aura about her, as if she was hiding something from you. You looked at her, confused and conflicted. You trusted Agatha implicitly, and you knew that she would never do anything to hurt you.

You lay back down, still feeling dazed and confused. You closed your eyes and tried to focus on your breathing, hoping that sleep would come soon. But you couldn't.

"Aggie, I can't sleep." You whispered out.

"Let me help you, baby." She whispered into your ear, nibbling away at it.

The witches hand trailed down your stomach and into your panties. She kissed lovingly away at your neck as you squirmed at the electric touch. Her fingers find your sensitive clit slowly teasing the tender peral, her fingers gentle but insistent. You arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"Shit." You gasped. She chuckled against your neck, her mouth working on the tender flesh, leaving deep red marks in the wake.

"Come on, doll, make those pretty like noise for me." Agatha's fingers rub harder against your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as she feels you getting closer. "That's it, baby." Your moans now tumbled from your lips. Her fingers danced over the sensitive nub, teasing and taunting you. She leans in closer, her body flush against yours as she continues to torment your needy flesh, moving faster, driving you closer to the edge. Her free hand finds its way between your legs, sliding two fingers deep inside you, stretching you further as she teases your clit. Your body tenses and shudders under Agatha's ministrations as she brings you to climax. she can't help but revel in the power she holds over you.

Cumming hard, your pussy pulsing around Agatha's fingers as your juices coat her hand in a warm, sticky mess. Your body shook aggressively with pleasure, calling out her name as she helped you ride out your high. Her hands remereged from your panties. Licking them clean, moaning at the delightful tase of your essence. Gently stroking your hair, her eyes looked at you filled with affection and desire. She moved your limp body against her, your face pushed into her breasts, your favourite place, and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

"You did so well." She praised, kissing your lips in the most sweet, gentle manner and you smiled to yourself, eyelids falling heavy. You soon fell asleep in the arms of your lover, secure and happy. And as you do, Agatha's mind races with thoughts of betrayal. She feels no guilt or remorse for what she has done

Stripping you of your agency and replacing your memories with a false reality. She doesn't care about the ethics or morality of her actions, only the result: to keep you safe and by her side, no matter what. In the darkness of the night, Agatha's face is filled not with joy but with a twisted sense of determination. She is willing to cross any line, to do whatever it takes, to keep you by her side. You are hers, now and always, and she will do anything to keep you from leaving. Whatever was in that 'dream' was a threat to this false world, and she was going to find it and destroy it. What can she say? Wanda did teach her well about the mutliverse.

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Agatha Harkness x reader fic ideas

in honor of the first teaser trailer for Agatha all along being released here are some fic ideas these are Chappell roan songs bc I'm obsessed with her. remeber that if you use these plz remeber to tag me. id love to see what y'all come up with. btw all these can be ither stand alone or all chapters in a series.

pink pony club: the reader is a dancer at a gay bar, and Agatha who is trying to figure out her sexuality after getting divorced she meets the reader who is more open about her sexuality and shares with Agatha the magic of discovering who you are.(initially starts as a friendship but slowly turns into something more)

Red wine supernova: i mean the song just gives Agatha x reader vibes, listen to it and let your mind go wild

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Hiiii could I request th prompts from the angst/fluff prompt list with agatha harkness x Female reader with these prompts number 6, 79, 89 and 92 👀👀

Will You Marry Me?

Summary: Agatha proposes to Y/N!

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Agatha Taglist: @nyx-aira @midnight-lestrange @thelanawinterrs @agathaharkness-simp @fallingfor-fics @emril-osvigne

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(IMAGE ID: Agatha standing in front of the path/beside the fence to Wanda’s house, wearing a black, red, and white checkered blouse. Her hair is in curls and she’s carrying a plant. Agatha turns and looks over her shoulder at the camera, making an exaggerated, surprised face (an ‘O’ shape with her mouth). The screen transforms into black and white from previously in color.

Agatha almost squealed in relief when she finally finished making the most beautiful and perfect engagement ring. A big and wide grin was spread across her face as she let out a content breath of relief, leaning back against the couch’s cushions and placing her hands on her lap, admiring the ring. The brunette had been trying to get it just right for the past couple days and she was finally satisfied with it, having finished only hours before her and Y/N’s date.

She was so lost in looking at the ring - how on the outside it appeared just simple and pretty but if you really peered in you’d see how intricate, detailed, and marvelous it was - that she didn’t hear Y/N’s footsteps down the staircase until she heard her voice.

“Watcha doing?” Y/N asked, her enthused voice making Agatha jump and quickly snatch the ring, curling her hand around it. 

“Oh, nothing,” the lie delicately left Agatha’s lips as she stood up and walked over to her girlfriend, smiling when she saw how beautiful she was looking with her hair pulled back and wearing her favorite dress. 

“I’m going to go run to the store,” Y/N told her girlfriend (and hopefully soon-to-be-finace) and leaned forward, pecking her on the lips. 

Agatha nodded, still smiling. “I’m gonna go get ready for our big date,” she said quietly and as the two passed each other, they shared a small chuckle. 

A couple hours later, the two women were walking home from having an extravagant and delicious date at Y/N’s favorite restaurant. Agatha is wearing a sleek long, black coat, her hair pulled off her face, wearing elegant boots as she walked hand-in-hand with Y/N, who was wearing her favorite outfit, hair also done up. In one hand Agatha was gripping Y/N’s and in the other she had it stuffed into her pocket, gripping the black, velvet box that contained the most precious thing to her (after Y/N, of course). 

It was quiet that night. Y/N was happily breathing in the fresh air, still on Cloud 9 from their amazing date, as she enjoyed their quiet stroll and looked around town. She liked this. Not having to rush, just being able to enjoy the world. 

Agatha, however, was so immersed in her thoughts, her excitement, and her nerves that she almost screwed up her plan. They had almost walked past the park completely when she realized.

“Oh!” Agatha said, trying not to sound too surprised as she stopped walking abruptly. “Should we walk through the park?” 

Y/N immediately nodded and swung their intertwined fingers back-and-forth as they walked. Inside Agatha was bouncing, quite riled up in comparison to her calm and floating girlfriend, but Agatha was also a good actress. 

The Witch slowly led Y/N onto the grass.

“Won’t the park rangers mind?” Y/N asked when she realized where they were going, but wasn't protesting. 

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” Agatha answered simply, shrugging.

The field was empty, their only company being the stars in the sky. Agatha was thankful that Y/N was peering up at that, probably trying to find a constellation, because it gave her the opportunity she needed to smoothly transition into the proposal. 

“Y/N,” Agatha said her name so quiet and gentle but also firm and so meaningful that it spooked Y/N as she met the brunette eyes, Agatha taking her hands in her own. 

“Yes?” Y/N asked, letting out a small giggle as she looked into her beautiful eyes, not knowing what was happening.

Agatha grinned and when she slowly got down on one knee, Y/N gasped, her eyes wide, and her hand flying up to cover her mouth when tears streamed down her face. 

Agatha chuckled and got out the ring from the box. “Y/N, you are the love of my life. You ground me. You heal me. You make everyday worth living. I’ve never been more happy ever since I met you and you are by far the best thing to happen to me. Words like beautiful, extraordinary, inspiring . . . They aren’t enough and don’t do justice to describe how amazing you are and to describe my love for you. I never want to go a single second without you by my side - I could never forget you - which is why I’d like to ask you, my love, my darling, my world, if you’ll marry me,” Agatha said, and presented her the ring.

It did look a bit simple from far away but, looking real close, engraved you could see a flower and in its blooming was Y/N and Agatha’s initials. It also read the name of the first song they kissed to at the bottom.

Y/N was at a loss for words, amazed by it all. She was smiling so much her cheeks hurt! The woman let out another happy sob before doing her best to compose herself. 

“You make me so happy - yes!” 

The words came out as the loudest and happiest whisper and gasp of air ever heard and Agatha, not being able to wait any longer, slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger, stood up, and kissed her. Y/N kissed back happily, arms around Agatha’s neck as Agatha put one arm around her waist and the other cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.

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I'd love to see a continuation of the vampire!Agatha imagine! It could be angst, horror, fluff, whatever and I'd read the hell out of it!

I’m sorry this is short, but I hope you like it!

Part 2 of this

Vampire!Agatha x reader

You woke up when someone threw a bucket of cold water in your face. You coughed a little and rubbed your eyes, sitting up and blinking rapidly. Your vision was blurry, but that didn't stop you from trying to get up.

You only managed three steps before you felt a tug on your ankle. Looking down, you realized that you were chained to the wall. Oh no

"What the-"

"Sleeping beauty decided to wake up" you heard a voice behind you.

You turned to find a pair of blue eyes staring at you from the corner of the small room. It took you a few seconds to remember who this beautiful woman was. Agatha Harkenss. A vampiress. Gasping when you remembered everything. You quickly touched your neck, where her fangs had stuck.

"You-why am I not dead?" you asked confused.

"Because I didn't kill you" she replied simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why?" you insisted

The woman shrugged and walked over to you, making you gasp again and take a step back. She smirked and kept moving until she pinned you against the wall.

"What's up love? A week ago you weren't scared of me" she chuckled. 

“Where am i?” you asked, trying to hide your blush when she licked her lower lip, staring at you hungrily.

“Your new home” she said, placing a hand on your waist

“H-home?” you gasped, then something clicked “Wait, a week ago?” you whispered

“Oh, yes” She smiled. For a moment, she looked actually happy, as if she was proud of herself “You’ve been with me for a week, love”

You blinked when you noticed the way she said it. She could have said that you were there for a week, that you were in that place for a week. But no, she said with me. For some reason, it made your heart jump a little. 

“Why?” you asked again “Why did you take me? Why didn’t you kill me?” you asked again

Agatha blinked and you swore you saw sadness in her eyes. It was just a quick glimpse, but it was there. She looked as if you hurted her with your question and you wished you could take it back.

“You wanted me to kill you, sweetheart?” she asked and ran a finger on your neck.

“...no” you whispered, too focused on the feel of her finger against your skin. 

She smirked and pulled your head closer to hers. Her lips brushed against yours and you gasped. Memories of the kiss you shared back at your house came to your mind. You wanted to kiss her again, you wanted it so bad, but you couldn't risk it like that, not when she gave you a chance to live. Maybe trapped and chained, but alive. 

“Then, I think you owe me for not doing it, don’t you think?” she asked and locked eyes with you.

You gulped. Lord, you loved those eyes, it was easy to get lost in them. She arched an eyebrow, still expecting an answer and you just nodded, not able to say anything. The vampiress smiled (was that relief?) and pressed her body against yours, making you gasp again.

“And what are you going to give me then?” she asked. 

“What do you want?”

The woman blinked, not expecting you to answer that quickly. You were really something fascinating for her, and she wanted you. But she wouldn't say it. It was against rules to have humans like this. Humans were food, and that was all. But she had been alone for almost 300 years and you were the only one, mortal or not, that didn’t seem to be afraid of her. No, you looked at her as if she was something beautiful. And she craved for that.

“What can you offer?” she whispered.

You noticed how her eyes kept staring at the chain on your ankle and the way her hand held your waist. As if she was afraid of you to escape, well, try to escape. As if she didn’t want you to. And maybe, you didn’t want to either. 

You thought about it for a moment. You didn’t have any family, you didn’t have any friends (real ones, at least), you didn’t even have any pets. Who was going to miss you? The thought hurted you, but you knew it was the truth. You have been alone for a long time now, maybe it would be good to have some company. Even if said company could kill you at any second.

But the question was, would a vampire even want a mortal’s company? For the way Agatha kept staring at your lips, you prayed thought it was the case.

“What do you want?” you asked again. 

You felt brave enough to place your hands on her hips, which made her shiver. Agatha looked down, focused on the way your hands fit so perfectly on her hips. As if they had always belonged there. She locked eyes with you again, brushing her lips with yours.

“You”

You didn’t know if she said it or if you heard it on the back of your mind, but it didn’t matter. You knew you’d give her anything she asked for. 

“Then I’m yours” you whispered. 

Agatha gasped. You surely didn’t know what that implied. You surely weren’t aware what she was actually asking for. You- Oh! But you did. You understood perfectly. And you accepted it. 

You smiled and kissed her softly, not knowing if she’d want it. But a second later, your back hit the stone wall and Agatha was kissing you roughly, internally thanking you for wanting to stay (not that you could run away with that chain on your ankle, but that was something she’ll fix later). 

When you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her even closer, the vampiress knew you were saying the truth. 

You were hers.

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Hey! It’s me! G!p Agatha x reader please ☺️ maybe jealous Agatha 😍 have a nice day 🫶

Thank you Aggie

Warnings: G!P Agatha harkness, jealousy, mistress kink, magic use, wetting pants, love bites, dom Agatha, fluff.

A/n: Sorry, this took so long. I've been very busy. This definitely isn't my best, but enjoy! P.s kinda short sorry.

The neon lights of the club flickered in patterns on the crowd of people, casting shadows and reflections against the walls and ceilings. The music blasted from the speakers, filling the air with the infectious beat. The dancers danced, moving in harmony to the music, and they others sipped from their drinks, trying to keep the beat in their own way. The place was a sea of bodies, all moving together in rhythm. The club felt alive with energy, and the atmosphere was electric. There was a certain freedom in the air, a sense of excitement that anything could happen, and a feeling that the rules of civilization no longer applied. The club was a place where boundaries were blurred, and people's true selves could be revealed. It was a refuge from the outside world, a place where people could let loose and have fun without judgment or restraint.

Agatha held your hand tight, navigating through the sea of people. She sat you down on a chair and quickly left you to get some drinks. With a kiss to the forehead, she dissappear for around two minutes. You got bust chatting to your friends. She came back, but she didn't look as happy.

"Aggie, what's wrong?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Nothing doll," she responded, her eyes where focused on something else, tracing whatever with precision. "Let's get back to it, shall we?" She said, ushering you back to your friends. You nodded and allowed her to guide you back towards your group of friends.

You laughed and chatted but realized agatha was still looking at something. You looked in the direction and saw a group of men looking directly at you. The feeling of uncomfortable and nervous fulled your body. You quickly broke eye contact and looked right into your lovers eyes. She saw your emotions and put down her drink to hug you. During the hug, agatha waved her hands, a dark purple wrapping around them. Unleashing chaos on the group off hyenas. She wasn't having this. Jealousy engulfed her heart. Panic and water could be heard in the distance. Breaking the hug, you looked over to see the group off men grabbing there crotch as puddles of pee devolved on the floor beneath them. Silence filled the air, so quite you could hear a pin drop. The sound of murmurs slowly rises. As one voice of laughter broke into the hole room. You didn't get the chance to react before. Soft, loving hands were on your back, guiding you out.

The car ride home was peaceful and sweet. Music played softly for the speakers. The sljncr was comfortable.

"Are you okay, my love? You know the club?" She questioned her hand on your thigh tense up a bit.

"Thank you, Aggie," you said, smiling at her. She knew that you knew what she did.

"No problem, hunny."

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Getting in your apartment through the door felt so good. A sigh of relief escaped your lips. Your little bubble was burst by Agatha, pushing you up against a wall. Her lips instantly connected to your neck.

"Agatha?" You almost moaned out.

"Baby, no words, just please let me love you?" She yearned out. You looked into the witches' eyes and saw insecurity swim around. You nodded. "Of course, baby."

"Are you sure with this? Do you want this?" Agatha asked.

"Mhm, yes, please."

"Good girl." She cooed, kissing your cheek.

The next few minutes were a blur. Your lips were connected in a firey passion. You both rolled on the walls, struggling to tear each other clothes off. Agatha hands roamed your body. You could feel her need and wanted to fulfil it. Agatha finally opened your bedroom door and pushed you down onto the could like bed. You both were naked, your clothing littered around the house. Her hard on standing proudly in front of you.

She quickly spread your legs and place her self in between them. She was too desperate for foreplay. She spread your slick all over your pussy. Her precum and your juices mixed together.

"You're dripping, sweetheart." She said. All you could do was moan as a response to far under her loving spell that she somehow pulls you under every time.

"Mistress, please." You whimpered out.

"Yes, baby," she came up and kissed your neck Sucking and bitting roughly. She pushed her hips forward and slowly entered you. The deepest groan in pleasure escaped your lover as she slid into your tight hole.

"Fuck!" You moaned out, nails clawing at her back, leaving deep red marks in there wake. Your back arched at the penetration, slightly stretching you out.

She started a slow pace, slowly building up her pace. Agatha grip tightens around your waist as she thrusts deeper into your pussy.

"Yes! yes, that's it! Just like that!" You screamed out. You could feel agatha smirk against your neck as she continued to leave marks all over your neck. Agatha held your waist firmly, keeping your squirming form down. Her love bites got more aggressive as she pounded into you mercilessly. Whorish moans escaped your mouth, screaming 'mistress' over and over again. Each thrust shook the bed, your body jolting up and down, as your breasts bounced. Agatha ravished your body. To her, you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Am gonna cum! Mistress!" Your voice is rough from screaming and pleasure. That coil your stomach was close to snapping.

"Go on, baby cum" she said. Your muscles tighten around her member hard. Triggering her own orgasm, she quickly pulled out as your body shaked with pleasure. Her load of semen splattered onto your stomach. Her body shutters with pleasure, and she rises her head from your neck and places a loving kiss on your lips.

"Thank you, baby," she whispered out. Agatha looked at you all fucked out on bed, marks covering your beck entire. Cum dripping out your gaping hole. She proudly smiled at herself.

She took you into her loving arms, both of you resting before you, and she would take you off to the bathroom for aftercare. Arms intertwined as your eyes locked in a tender gaze. With each passing moment, you grew even closer until it seemed as though there was nothing in the world but you and agatha and the love you shared.

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Do you write about Agatha Harkness? Because I have some ideas?

Yep! I do. Iam actually working on some Agatha requests. But please send yours through I always love new ideas! 💜

(I am madly inlove with her)

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Do you write about Agatha Harkness? 🥹

Yes! Send through requests (if you want) <3

[agathaharkness-simp]

OMG I BDKAJDBSNBDBD THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL

Hiiii could I request th prompts from the angst/fluff prompt list with agatha harkness x Female reader with these prompts number 6, 79, 89 and 92 👀👀

Will You Marry Me?

Summary: Agatha proposes to Y/N!

Permanent Taglist: @natasharomanoffismywife @stephanieromanoff @paulawand @blackbat2020 @sybil-moon-is-a-mess

MCU Taglist: @procrastinatingsapphictrash @okkulta @sarahp-stan @mxxnmocha @summerlovingbaby @ineffablebean @prettysbliss

Agatha Taglist: @nyx-aira @midnight-lestrange @thelanawinterrs @agathaharkness-simp @fallingfor-fics @emril-osvigne

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Agatha almost squealed in relief when she finally finished making the most beautiful and perfect engagement ring. A big and wide grin was spread across her face as she let out a content breath of relief, leaning back against the couch’s cushions and placing her hands on her lap, admiring the ring. The brunette had been trying to get it just right for the past couple days and she was finally satisfied with it, having finished only hours before her and Y/N’s date.

She was so lost in looking at the ring - how on the outside it appeared just simple and pretty but if you really peered in you’d see how intricate, detailed, and marvelous it was - that she didn’t hear Y/N’s footsteps down the staircase until she heard her voice.

“Watcha doing?” Y/N asked, her enthused voice making Agatha jump and quickly snatch the ring, curling her hand around it. 

“Oh, nothing,” the lie delicately left Agatha’s lips as she stood up and walked over to her girlfriend, smiling when she saw how beautiful she was looking with her hair pulled back and wearing her favorite dress. 

“I’m going to go run to the store,” Y/N told her girlfriend (and hopefully soon-to-be-finace) and leaned forward, pecking her on the lips. 

Agatha nodded, still smiling. “I’m gonna go get ready for our big date,” she said quietly and as the two passed each other, they shared a small chuckle. 

A couple hours later, the two women were walking home from having an extravagant and delicious date at Y/N’s favorite restaurant. Agatha is wearing a sleek long, black coat, her hair pulled off her face, wearing elegant boots as she walked hand-in-hand with Y/N, who was wearing her favorite outfit, hair also done up. In one hand Agatha was gripping Y/N’s and in the other she had it stuffed into her pocket, gripping the black, velvet box that contained the most precious thing to her (after Y/N, of course). 

It was quiet that night. Y/N was happily breathing in the fresh air, still on Cloud 9 from their amazing date, as she enjoyed their quiet stroll and looked around town. She liked this. Not having to rush, just being able to enjoy the world. 

Agatha, however, was so immersed in her thoughts, her excitement, and her nerves that she almost screwed up her plan. They had almost walked past the park completely when she realized.

“Oh!” Agatha said, trying not to sound too surprised as she stopped walking abruptly. “Should we walk through the park?” 

Y/N immediately nodded and swung their intertwined fingers back-and-forth as they walked. Inside Agatha was bouncing, quite riled up in comparison to her calm and floating girlfriend, but Agatha was also a good actress. 

The Witch slowly led Y/N onto the grass.

“Won’t the park rangers mind?” Y/N asked when she realized where they were going, but wasn't protesting. 

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks,” Agatha answered simply, shrugging.

The field was empty, their only company being the stars in the sky. Agatha was thankful that Y/N was peering up at that, probably trying to find a constellation, because it gave her the opportunity she needed to smoothly transition into the proposal. 

“Y/N,” Agatha said her name so quiet and gentle but also firm and so meaningful that it spooked Y/N as she met the brunette eyes, Agatha taking her hands in her own. 

“Yes?” Y/N asked, letting out a small giggle as she looked into her beautiful eyes, not knowing what was happening.

Agatha grinned and when she slowly got down on one knee, Y/N gasped, her eyes wide, and her hand flying up to cover her mouth when tears streamed down her face. 

Agatha chuckled and got out the ring from the box. “Y/N, you are the love of my life. You ground me. You heal me. You make everyday worth living. I’ve never been more happy ever since I met you and you are by far the best thing to happen to me. Words like beautiful, extraordinary, inspiring . . . They aren’t enough and don’t do justice to describe how amazing you are and to describe my love for you. I never want to go a single second without you by my side - I could never forget you - which is why I’d like to ask you, my love, my darling, my world, if you’ll marry me,” Agatha said, and presented her the ring.

It did look a bit simple from far away but, looking real close, engraved you could see a flower and in its blooming was Y/N and Agatha’s initials. It also read the name of the first song they kissed to at the bottom.

Y/N was at a loss for words, amazed by it all. She was smiling so much her cheeks hurt! The woman let out another happy sob before doing her best to compose herself. 

“You make me so happy - yes!” 

The words came out as the loudest and happiest whisper and gasp of air ever heard and Agatha, not being able to wait any longer, slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger, stood up, and kissed her. Y/N kissed back happily, arms around Agatha’s neck as Agatha put one arm around her waist and the other cupping her cheek, pulling her closer.