#agatha she’s done that before and we don’t bring that up

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 585

Wanda: “I’m a terrible person”

Y/N: “Why would you think that?”

Wanda: “No one’s told me otherwise!”

Y/N: “So? You don’t need validation from others to be happy and a genuinely wonderful person, that’s secondary”

Wanda: “But I want it!”

Agatha: “The same thing happened to me, but with my mother. I craved her and my covens validation. But do you know how that ended? Murder”

Wanda: *tears forming*

Y/N: “OKAY NOT HELPING”

[covenofagatha]

I'm a good girl, Detective

You're a prostitute in the town of Westview and maybe Detective Agnes needs to teach you a lesson.

Word count: 1750

Warnings: Rough sex, spitting, spanking, Top Agatha, Bratty Bottom Reader, fingering, prostitution, sex with men mentioned

“What can I do for you, baby?” you say in a sultry voice. The man in the car in front of you gulps excitedly. 

“Blowjob?” he asks, hands shaking on the steering wheel. It’s clear to you that he’s never done this before. You spot the wedding ring tucked in the cupholder in the middle console. “Is that how this works? It’s my first time doing this, sorry.” 

You sweetly smile. “I can do that. It’ll be $100.” 

If the price seems high to him, he doesn’t let on. He must be desperate. “Oh, sure, yeah. Do I pay now or…” 

“Half up front, half after.” 

“Right,” he says, reaching into his pocket to bring his wallet. “I’m guessing you only take cash?” 

It’s a feeble attempt to hide how nervous he is. You don’t even dignify the question with an answer, only a quick nod. 

He’s pulling out a $50 bill when all of a sudden, a siren goes off, lights flashing in your face. 

“Fuck!” he says, hurriedly shoving the money back into his wallet and peeling out of the parking lot because the police car can pull up beside you.

You chuckle to yourself and lift your hand in a greeting, wagging your fingers playfully. The window rolls down. 

“Detective Harkness,” you drawl. “Come to blow off a little steam?” 

It’s a familiar game the two of you have been playing for a little over a month now. She always manages to find you right in the act of accepting money for sexual services – illegal in Westview – and puts you in her squad car to take you back to your apartment. Everytime she tells you that if she catches you again, she’s throwing you in jail for the night, but everytime, she pulls right up to your complex and throws you out. 

Her glare is heated as she steps out of her car. Her blue flannel has two buttons open and it’s tucked into her navy pants. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail. 

“What can I do for you, Agnes?” you flirt. You like to poke and prod at the tightly-wound older woman, secretly hoping that one day, she’ll take you up on your offer. 

“I told you last time, if I caught you doing this again…” she mutters in her gruff voice, grabbing you by the elbow and leading you over to the other side of the car. 

“He hadn’t even given me any money yet,” you pout. “We could’ve been old friends just catching up. No need to be jealous, Officer.”

“That’s Detective to you,” she shoots back. She yanks open the passenger door and shoves you inside. 

For some reason, she never puts you in the back. 

“Ya know, it seems like you’ve been frequenting this side of town lately. Hoping to run into me?” you say, enjoying the way her jaw tightens. 

“More like hoping to save all your poor men from wasting money on a cheap lay,” she says bitingly. 

You gasp mockingly. “I’m not cheap! And I wouldn’t say they’re wasting money. You should see the things I can do with my tongue.” You wiggle said tongue out at her and note the way her cheeks pink ever the slightest. “I can show you, if you’d like.” 

She glances at you and then turns back to face the road. 

“I could make you feel so good,” you whisper, daring to reach a hand over to put it on her thigh. She tenses and her grip tightens on the steering wheel. 

“Get your hand off me,” she growls. You run your fingers up her leg softly before obeying, not missing the way her breath catches. 

And then you realize that instead of turning left, which is the way to your apartment, she goes straight. 

“Wait, where are we going? Why, Detective, are we going back to your place?” 

She laughs meanly. “I’m finally doing what I should’ve done the second time I caught you on the street. You’re spending the night in a cell, so maybe you’ll think twice about going back out there.” 

Well, fuck. If that’s how it’s going to be, you might as well go big or go home. “But, Detective, I’m a good girl. Let me show you how good I can be.” 

You lean over and press a kiss to her jawbone. Her hands on the wheel falter and she inhales sharply. 

“What are you–”

You slide your hand back on her thigh and nibble on her earlobe. “Let me make you feel good. You deserve it.” 

Agnes’s breathing has quickened and she swallows hard. “This isn’t appropriate,” she says, but it sounds weak, even to her. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Your hand is trailing higher, unbuttoning her pants. You dip your fingertips inside them and the car comes to a stop with a screech. 

“Get out now,” she demands, slamming the car into park. She steps out and stomps over to your side. 

“Agnes, I’m sorry, I didn’t–” You’re afraid you’ve completely fucked up. 

She yanks you out of the car, spins you around, and presses you against the car. The older woman presses her body against yours. 

“Is this what you wanted?” she hisses in your ear. “You want me to fuck you like the slut that you are?”

You can’t help the moan that escapes from your mouth.

“You think acting like a brat will get you what you want?” 

The next thing you know, she slaps your ass. You jump, feeling the pain give way to pleasure. In all of your time as a prostitute, you’ve never even been close to feeling this turned on, and all she did was spank you. 

“I asked you a question and I want an answer,” Agnes says dangerously. Her hand hikes up your skirt and soothes the red skin. “Unless you want me to do that again.” 

You do, so you don’t say anything. Slap. This time, without your skirt as a barrier, it hurts even more deliciously and you groan. 

“I just wanted you,” you finally say. 

“You keep saying you’re a good girl, but all I see is a spoiled fucking little brat,” she taunts, spanking you during each of the last four words. 

You’re squirming against her, desperate to feel her hands on you again. “Yes, that’s me,” you gasp out. 

“You’re so desperate for someone to take control of you,” she murmurs, tracing her hands over your asscheeks. “You’re so pathetic, needing a woman twice your age to teach you how to be good.” 

“Show me, please,” you beg. “Aggie, please touch me.” 

She flips you around and roughly grabs your throat, a raw moan clawing out from you. Her thigh slots between your legs.

She scoffs. “Of course you’d like that.” A finger forces your mouth open and she leans down and spits into your mouth. “Swallow.” Your brain short-circuits and she nods approvingly as you obey. “So you can follow directions. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

You whimper, grinding on her leg, trying to get all the stimulation you can. You dig your nails into her shoulders so you can get better leverage.

She laughs cruelly. “Look at you, humping my leg like a bitch in heat. I should just leave you here, dripping and unsatisfied. That’d teach you a lesson better than any night in jail would.” 

Your movements stutter and you shake your head insistently. “No, please don’t.” 

Agnes’s grip tightens on your throat and she grasps your hip with her other hand, helping you grind.

“Aggie, I need more,” you choke out. You’re already so close, but you don’t think you can cum from just this. You need to feel her. 

“Aww, the poor slut wants more,” she taunts. In a flash, she moves your underwear to the side and buries two fingers inside you up to the hilt. You bite on your lip so hard you taste blood and you keen. 

“Fuck!” you exclaim sharply as her fingers twist and thrust roughly. Her palm is harshly bumping against your clit with every push.

“Is that good enough for you?” she jeers. You moan your approval. “Do those men fuck you like this? Do they make you feel this way?” 

Your hands scramble on the back of her flannel, trying to pull her even closer to your body. 

“No, no one but you! I’m gonna cum, Aggie.” 

Her fingers stop, still inside you. You whine and keep moving your hips around them, desperate not to lose the stimulation. “Do you think you deserve it?” she whispers hotly. A tear threatens to fall from your eye. 

“I’ll do anything,” you promise. “Just, please, let me cum.” 

A wicked glint lights up her eyes and she resumes fucking you hard. Her nails dig into your throat from where she’s still choking you. “Not so cocky now, are you, brat?” 

“You’re the one who’s two fingers deep in the prostitute she keeps picking up off the street,” you manage to retort. “I’m feeling pretty good.” 

She chuckles lowly and suddenly pulls out of you. 

“No,” you gasp. 

She steps back, corners of her mouth turned up. “And you’re the one who’s not going to get what she wants.” 

You gape at her, shocked. She sways back to the other side of the car and gets in, looking at you, frozen, through the window. 

“Are you coming?” 

You open the passenger door and get in. “Not anymore,” you grumble. She pouts mockingly and swats your hand away when she sees you moving to touch yourself. 

“Don’t even think about it.” 

Your fingers twitch the entire drive, your stomach still burning, wondering if she’s actually taking you to the station. She’s definitely not driving in the direction of your apartment. 

You sulk the entire drive until she parks in front of a house. You turn to look at her, eyebrows raising. She acts normal and exits the car, waiting for you. 

“Where are we?” you ask. She doesn’t answer, just leads you inside. 

She suddenly stops in front of you once you’ve gotten to the living room and you bump into her, muttering an apology. She turns around and tangles a hand into your hair, slowly pushing you down to your knees. 

“Agnes?” 

She smirks. “Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to good use and show me the ‘things you can do with your tongue’. And then maybe, I’ll think about rewarding you.” 

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Part 2?

[natashashill]

tell me that you’re still mine

pairing: agatha harkness x reader, mention of agatha harkness & rio vidal

word count: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ possessive!agatha, collaring, body worship (a receiving), fingering (r receiving), choking (r receiving), cunnilingus (a receiving), dacryphilia

a/n: i realize now that nonnie might have meant jealous scene in hurt/comfort and if u did can you resend the request so i can remake this 😔

summary: potentially based off this request (?)

Agatha doesn’t take lightly to people having what’s hers. That just happens to include you, her familiar.

You were younger than her but eager to learn from her and she saw your potential. Reluctantly, she took you on as her familiar and let you observe the way she worked. You were obedient, following every instruction Agatha barks, any task Agatha hands you is done with immediately, and to Agatha’s irritation, incredibly well. Your devotion to her does not go unnoticed, and Agatha cannot help but be rather protective over you.

She rarely lets you out of her sight. If she sends you into town, she sends you in your animal form of a kitten to avoid detection.

Her plan was sailing along very well, she was growing more and more powerful by the day, and no one had uncovered her familiar yet. That was until Rio Vidal showed up.

She finds herself turning around to see Rio Vidal, fondly holding a kitten, you.

“Rio, let go of the cat and get on your way. You’re not wanted here.”

“Ouch Agatha. I don’t know though. This kitten is awfully cute, I might just take it with me.”

You can sense Agatha’s annoyance. She’s visibly seething and you choose this opportunity to slip from Rio’s hands and change into your human form. You were about to walk over to Agatha when Rio grabs your wrist and lightly brings you closer to her.

“Look what we have here. Agatha, you didn’t tell me about your familiar. What a cute pet you have here. Where were you hiding them all this time?”

Agatha curls her hands into fists and makes her way closer to you when she notices your subtle blush from Rio’s words. She snatches you away from Rio, who lets you go without a fight. You slightly frown at your Mistress’ actions, enjoying the fondness that Rio showered you with.

You adored your mistress, she was your entire world after all, but she was rather strict and harsh. You enjoyed the small praise from Rio and were curious about her. Agatha’s actions didn’t make sense to you, her hostility turning your mood sour. You keep your gaze between them, noticing the silent battle they had going. You felt Agatha’s hand come around your waist and squeeze tightly. You attempted to appease her by leaning closer and placing one hand on her shoulder.

She briefly looked at you for a second before announcing her goodbye to Rio and leading you back home. You didn’t say anything, hoping that silence will allow your Mistress to calm down. When you reach home, your Mistress walks through the door first and before you realize it, she has you pinned against the door.

Her hand comes up to your throat and gives it a testing squeeze, and you let out a soft moan. Your body leans forward seeking hers, and she steps closer, only inches apart from you.

“You’re mine, pet. Do you understand that? You follow me, you listen to me, and I’m the only one who gets your attention. Whatever your feelings for Rio you think you have, get rid of them. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you understand that.”

Your head leans against the door, mouth parted open as you gasped to breathe while your legs squeezed together.

Agatha noticed and she couldn’t be more delighted. You haven’t lost that affection yet. She slots her leg between yours and smiles gleefully when she hears your gasp.

“Mistress, please. I only want you. You’re all I want, I’m yours.”

You told her exactly what she wants to hear because she moves to undress you and mark up your neck. You let her do so, even helping her get rid of your clothing. You make a move to take her shirt off and she lets you. She lets you unbutton her shirt one by one, before slipping it off her. She helps you get rid of her bra, her perky nipple coming into view. You get on your knees, looking at her for confirmation before moving to take off her pants.

She steps out of them before kicking them behind her. She reaches out the grasp your jaw, using her firm grip to guide your gaze back to her face.

“You’ll be my good pet won’t you hon? Your mistress needs your help and I know you’ll be good for me and worship me.”

You take the bait and nod eagerly, knowing you could never resist your Mistress. You lean closer, pressing kisses up and down her legs. You know you’re doing something right based off the moans she lets out, and you work your way higher to her covered center. You catch her smell and let out a small whimper, desperate to taste her.

She guides you upwards, letting your mouth latch on to her nipple. You start to suck eagerly, and Agatha can’t control the moans that escape her mouth at that. She would need to do this more often with you, you made her feel too good to ignore.

After you alternated your devotion between both boobs, she reluctantly pulls you away and steps just out of your reach, before turning away all together and walking away.

You stay on your knees, but rather confused by the sudden change. You see her come back with a small box, and watch her pull out a collar with a small tag. You watch her intently as she comes closer to you with a smile and you make out the words on the tag.

Agatha’s Pet

You let out a desperate whine and look at her with pleading eyes. She lets out a small chuckle before placing your collar on you. She tugs at your collar with a test, your thighs squeeze together again while letting your head fall back at the feeling.

Agatha, feeling rather bold, presses her thumb against your lips, prying them open for her before placing it against your thumb. You let your mouth stay open for her, and before you know it, she’s thrusting two fingers inside your mouth. Your eyes tear up at the feeling but you stay still and let her use your mouth at the feeling. Tears start to slip out of the corners of your eyes as you gag around her fingers. She mercifully pulls her fingers out and allows you to catch your breath. She leans into you while you’re still heaving and assumes a strong grip on your jaw. Eyeing your mouth perfectly waiting for her, she spits into your mouth before releasing her grip and taking a step back. You swallow, like the good familiar that you are, and look back up at her.

She stands up fully and using your new collar, she pulls you right into her soaking pussy. You don’t even attempt to remove her panties but licking her through it. She pulls you away for a second, taking the time to step out of them before bringing you back in. You eagerly lap and suck at her core. Head feeling empty, you allow yourself to just mindlessly make out with her pussy and ignore your throbbing pussy. You feel your wetness leaking out of you, but you focus on bringing your Mistress pleasure. You double your efforts desperate to make your Mistress cum, and when she does, you lean back with a blissed smile. Agatha stares at you for a second, still catching her breath after her orgasm.

Suddenly, her gaze turns dark again as it settles on your face. The events from earlier today are present in her mind, and the thought of you ever leaving her for someone else is far too painful for her to bear.

“You’re mine, pet. Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You, mistress.”

You nuzzle your face into her knee to show the briefest bit of affection, and her face softens at that. All thoughts of today’s events slip her mind as she decides to focus on rewarding you for your good behavior. She guides you to the couch and spreads your legs apart allowing her access to where you need her most.

“You’re soaked pet. All for me?”

“Only for you Mistress. This is only for you.”

With that, Agatha wastes no time before slipping two fingers into your eager pussy. You can hear the sounds of your pussy echoing around the room as she rapidly thrusted in and out of you.

“Fuck- I wish I had my strap with me. I would have made you take it. You would have, your greedy pussy would have taken my strap beautifully, you’re practically sucking in my fingers baby. God, I would have made you clean up your mess after too. You’d look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.”

Her words made you clench tightly and before you know it, you’re coming around Agatha’s fingers. She pulls out her fingers carefully and brings them to your lips. You wrap your lips around her fingers and start to suck them clean. She groans at the sight and feels her desperation start to return.

“You’re my good pet, aren’t you? My obedient pet. You take me so well, you were made for me baby. I’m not letting anyone take you from me.”

You smile around her fingers before she pulls them out. She lets you cuddle into her and drapes her arm over you protectively. You know you’ll have to get up in a few minutes to clean off but you allow yourself to bask in the gentle warmth your mistress provides you. Hearing your thoughts, Agatha places a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting her head on top of yours.

notes: i hope this was okay in any form, even it wasn’t the original intention. i got carried away and couldn’t escape it. nonnie please tell me if u wanted this to be hurt/comfort i can redo it

[vidalsbeloved]

Lost and Found

Rio Vidal x Fem Reader!

Words written: 920

Warnings: Choking

Authors note: I honestly don’t even know what this is, I just wrote it and then my brain turned off so here we go lol. This was inspired by another fanfic though, I can’t remember from who though but it’s on here somewhere so go give it a read when you find it lol.

“Found you,” a sultry whisper to your ear.

You jumped up onto your feet and swiveled around, coming face to face with your ex-lover, Rio Vidal. She watches, smirking as the recognition comes over you. She moves to step around the couch, but you hold up your shaking hands.

“Don’t come any closer,” you stutter.

Rio cackles, watching you with a raised eyebrow. “Oh sweetheart, it seems you’ve forgotten. You don’t tell me what to do.”

And just as you decide to bolt for the back door, she advances, backing you up into a corner. A hand wrapping around your neck and pressing down on your windpipes. Your eyes go wide, hands coming up to her wrist, digging your nails into her skin, desperately clawing at her hand.

She watches you, a snarl curling her lips, and leans closer, her hot breath ghosting your cheek. “You left me.”

You shake your head, gasping. “No,”

She chuckles darkly, her nails digging deeper into your skin. Your eyes are wide and tears are spilling down your cheeks, your skin staining red.

“You did.” she spat. “I should kill you for it.”

“Rio,” you whimper, “Please.”

You tap at her wrist— she watches for a moment, her tongue sliding over her teeth, clanking the side of her cheek. Her grip tightened a fraction and then she releases you. You fall to the ground in a heap, gasping air back into your lungs. Hands coming up to your neck. She stands before you, eyes closed tight— trying to calm herself from hurting you further, though you are aware that she still wants to.

She opens her eyes, looking down at you, then crouches, grabbing your wrist in an iron grip. You hiss but don’t fight her off.

“You left me,” she hisses. “Why?”

You gulp, forcing your eyes back up to meet hers, and whisper, “Tired of the pain.”

She growls, gripping both wrists and pinning them to the wall behind you. She leans closer to you again, her breath on your neck. “You don’t get to leave me,” she whispers darkly. “Never. You’re mine.”

“Rio,” you whisper.

“Hush,” she says— then runs her tongue over the marks she left on your neck. You whimper, fisting your hands.

When she pulls back, a hand comes to rest on your cheek, a gentle caress, bringing your attention back to her. Her eyes were hard and gentle all in one. Her eyes flicker to your lips and back to your tear-stained cheeks and she sighs, pulling you to your feet. She wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you into her and you cry.

“I—I’m sorry,” you cry. “I didn’t want to…”

“But you did…” she murmurs into your hair.

“I…. I thought you’d forget about me..” you whispered, pulling back enough to look at her through your lashes. “You were always gone with Agatha…. I thought you were done with me.”

Her eyes and grip soften— realization hitting her. The distance you’d put between her, the shift in your behavior towards her. You had thought she quit loving you, but she never did.

“Sweetheart,” Rio murmurs.

You pull back from her, wiping away your tears. “It’s okay… you don’t have to explain yourself to me, I understand.”

She watches you for a second then closes the distance between you two, pulling you in for a kiss. You gasp into her mouth, giving her access to slip her tongue past your lips to savor up the taste of you. She moans into your mouth, pulling your lower lip between her teeth and biting drawing blood. You hiss into the kiss, clinging tight to her black veil as she pushes you back into the wall, pinning you by the waist.

Her tongue brushes over your lower lip to heal the wound— kissing you like her life depended on it. And you let her. You had missed her too much not to. Her breath mingles with yours as she pulls back to look deeply into your eyes— a tear streams down your cheek and she catches it with her thumb, pressing her head to yours.

“Don’t ever leave me again, you hear me?” she whispers, drawing shapes at your hip.

Your breath catches in your throat at her words— she tilts your chin to look her in the eyes, waiting for your response. You wish to answer verbally, but the words are clogged in your throat, so you nod instead. You feel her fingers twitch at your hip, the demeanor of steal going limp in your arms. She presses a kiss to your forehead, drawing you back into her.

Your head against her chest, the steady beat of her heart, the cold brush of fingers on your skin. You melt. Your love for her was ablaze, clinging to her so fast, you’d never let go.

“I missed you,” you murmur, “so much.”

A kiss to your brow and a whisper, “I love you, too, pretty girl.”

And she meant it, you could tell. She still loved you, she never stopped. You feel the guilt wash over you, leaving her to fend for herself all those years. You cling to her, even when she tries to pull back, you whimper, keeping your arms circled around her waist to press impossibly closer.

She chuckles against you, “I’ve got you now, baby. And this time I’m never letting go.”

And she never did.

[harknessxo]

THE GREATEST || PART 2

Paring: Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: She chose you.

Warnings; angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, happy ending.

Word Count: 1.2k

Part 1

A/n: Here’s part 2! I hope yall like it!

You went back to the others and Billy had found a clue which was a ouija board. Soon you realized that this was Agatha’s trial. Billy read the instructions before everyone sat in a circle and began the session. Agatha reluctantly joined the circle, her eyes meeting yours for a brief moment before she looked away. The tension between you was palpable, and the others could sense it. Billy began the ouija board session, and the room fell silent as the planchette moved across the board.

The first question that was asked was who was in the room and the answer was ‘death’. Then Rio asked what it wanted, to which the answer was ‘punish’. Finally Jen asked who was to be punished and the ouija board started to spell out Agatha’s name over and over again. Agatha started to scream for it to stop and accidentally left the planchette. All of the sudden the light started to flicker and the planchette started moving but itself.

Everyone was shocked as the planchette started moving on its own. The lights continued to flicker and the temperature in the room dropped dramatically as the very loud sound of screaming was heard. Agatha was visibly shaken, her eyes wide with fear.

“What’s happening?!” she shouted.

“Make it stop!” Billy yelled. The screaming continued, growing louder and more intense. The air was filled with a dark energy that made everyone feel uneasy.

“How do we stop it?” Alice asked.

“We know what we have to do,” Jen said, “Punish Agatha!” Suddenly everything stopped. The lights stopped flickering and there was no screaming. Everyone in the room suddenly turned against Agatha except you and Teen.

“There has to be another way!” You exclaimed.

“There is no other way!” Jen said firmly. “The ouija board chose Agatha as the one to be punished, and we have to do what it says.” Alice and Lilia nodded in agreement, their eyes fixed on Agatha with a mix of anger and determination.

Suddenly the lights flickered off again and Agatha was gone. Everyone scattered to look for her, turning on flashlights. No one could find her until she jumped from the ceiling and ran after Billy. You could tell she was possessed. The group quickly tried to pull her off Billy.

“What the hell is happening to her?” Alice exclaimed.

“She’s possessed,” Lilia replied, her voice laced with concern.

When Jen tried to help, Agatha’s interest in Billy subsided and she started choking Jennifer. Everyone tried to get her off but her grip was very strong. Then Lilia was able to get the lights on and Agatha disappeared once again. Jen gasped for air as Agatha disappeared once again. The room was silent for a moment before Alice spoke up.

“What the hell was that?!” As she said that the ghost of someone you knew too well appeared. As she said that the ghost of someone you knew too well appeared. Alice was the first to ask who she was.

“I am Evanora Harkness.” The ghost responded.

“What do you want?” You asked. Evanora’s eyes locked onto you.

“You must finish the road…without Agatha. You will leave her with me.”

“Absolutely not!” Rio said.

“What? You were ready to slit her throat five seconds ago?” Jen said.

“Yeah, well her mother can’t have her.”

“Mom?” Agatha suddenly said, bringing everyone’s attention to her, “Why do you hate me still?” she said, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.

“You were born evil. I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body.” Agatha just stared at the ghost of her mother. Your heart broke for her. She had told you about what her mother had done but you didn’t think she was this heartless.

“We have to go,” Jen interrupted.

“We can’t-” Billy tried to oppose.

“No, no. There’s no flood here. There’s no fire. The only danger to us in this trial is Agatha Harkness.”

“No, please! Take me with you! Don’t leave me with her. I can be good. Please-” Agatha started begging when Evanora possessed her body once again. Alice suddenly intervened, blasting Agatha with her protective magic. Evanora’s ghost left Agatha’s body and disappeared but Agatha, unable to control her powers, started absorbing it.

“No!” You screamed before pushing Alice out of the way, Agatha now absorbing your power. It was painful, and you slowly started to get weak when Billy yelled out Agatha’s son’s name. She came back to reality and realized what she had done.

“Oh my god-“ Her eyes widened in horror as she realized what she had done to you. She rushed to your side, putting your body on her lap, hugging you tightly.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart, I couldn’t control it-”

“Shh, it’s okay,” you gently cupped her cheek, “It’s not your fault.” She shook her head, tears streaming down her face.

“I-I could have killed you! I could have taken everything from you!”

“I know but you didn’t.”

Everyone stared at the two of you, trying to process what had just happened and also seeing Agatha being vulnerable for once. Agatha clung to you tightly, as if afraid to let go. She was shaking and her breathing was rapid and uneven. It was a sight that none of them had ever seen before, especially Rio. She watched silently, a look of shock and confusion on her face. She held you close as everyone walked out into the road once again. She never left your side as if you would drop dead if she did.

As the group continued walking, Agatha was practically glued to you. She was holding your hand tightly, intertwining her fingers with yours. Every now and then, she would look at you with a mixture of guilt and concern. At some point everyone decided to stop and rest and you decided to pull Agatha aside.

“Agatha? Can I talk to you?” She looked at you with a hint of apprehension, knowing what you wanted to talk about. She nodded silently and followed you away from the others.

“Look at me.” You demanded and she slowly lifted her head, her eyes meeting yours. She still looked guilty and a little nervous, unsure of what you were going to say to her.

“Am I injured?” She nodded.

“I can sense your pain and feel the energy being drained from you-” You pulled her into a kiss to keep her quiet.

“For someone who is seen as merciless, you do care a lot,” you cupped her face, “I’m okay, Agatha. I am right here alive and well. You don’t have to stay with me at all times, not that I mind of course.” Her body relaxed under your touch, like a soft blanket was put over her. When you pulled away, she let out a shaky sigh.

“I know you’re okay, but I just…I can’t lose you. Not after everything that’s happened…”

“So you do choose me?” Agatha looked at you, her eyes softening.

“Yes…I choose you, Y/N.”

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I really love your writing, I don’t know if it’s late but I have kinktober request.

They are not in a relationship and they are at a situation where they have to share a bed, the reader finds Mel’s strap-on. The reader has always been in love with Mel and now she can’t control herself anymore and tries to find a way to use it on Melissa.

Hi Anon, so this was pretty last minute as you sent it on the 28th so I literally hauled ass to write this in time before kinktober ends. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m almost done my Moiraine one shot so stay on the lookout for that if you like her in The Wheel of Time. Then after that I’ll be doing a Melissa one shot from a prompt and then an Agatha one. Then after that either a Misty one shot or a Chessy prompt.

Her Little Slut

Warnings: smut, strap on, Bottom Mel, Top Reader, Slight degradation, Mel and reader both horny and teasing each other, fluff

Words: 4.6k

“So how long again?” Melissa asks you as you enter her house with a bag.

“For 2 nights. My roommate told me they’ll be done repainting the house by Sunday afternoon.” You tell her and she nods.

“Well you can stay here for 2 nights but since Jacob is here then we’ll have to share a bed.” She tells you and you freeze. Sharing a bed…with Melissa. “I mean you can have the couch but it’s not that comfortable, especially with the plastic.” She continues on, walking to the kitchen, not noticing your reaction.

“Sharing a bed with.. you is good. Thank you.” You tell her as you join her in the kitchen. You then pull out a chocolate bar and start eating it and she gives you a look. “What? I’m almost on my period so I’m craving chocolate.” You tell her with a pout and she snorts.

“I’m glad those days are behind me.” She says. “So how about you bring your stuff upstairs and then we can have dinner?” She says and you look at her.

“Oh I won’t bother you with food, I can just order something.” You tell her and she looks at you almost with shock.

“You won’t bother me, I always cook for 12 so you’d actually be helping me.” She says and you smile at her before nodding.

“Ok I’ll be right back, I’ll just drop off my things in your room.” You tell her and she nods.

“I sleep on the right side btw.” She tells you and you nod before going upstairs.

You get upstairs and you walk down the hall and you come across a room that looks like hers. Inside was a queen sized bed in the middle of the room on top of a fuzzy carpet, a nightstand on both sides, a dresser that’s shoved into a corner near the closet and various knickknacks around the room.

You went to the left side of the bed and put your stuff down near the bed. You had a hand in your bag trying to find your phone charger when you noticed a box under the bed. Your curiosity got the better of you and you slid it out of the bed and did a quick peek inside. What you saw inside really shocked and surprised you. It was a pink dildo, average length but a good width. You pick it up and inspect it a bit before you put it back in the box and slide it back under the bed.

Melissa had a dildo under her bed. You open your mouth in shock. A woman who you’ve fallen for in your year of working there, has a dildo under her bed. And that makes you squirm with the thought of filling her up with it. Watching how you would slowly push it in her, watch her face turn to immense pleasure before-

“Hey Y/N! Are you coming down, dinner is ready!” You hear Melissa yell from downstairs, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You’ll find your phone charger and everything else later as you remembered what you were looking for. You then get up and go back downstairs to have dinner with her.

“Yep! Coming!” You yell back as you speed walk down the stairs.

“What took you so long?” She asks once you meet her in the kitchen as she’s putting the food on the plates.

“I was having trouble finding my phone charger but I’ll find it later.” You say and she looks at you and nods.

“Well do you need to charge it now?” She asks and you pull your phone out and look at the battery percentage.

“Nah, it’s at 38, it’ll last until bedtime.” You tell her and then she hands you a plate.

“Well let’s go watch some tv then.” She tells you.

“While eating?”

“There’s plastic on the couch, no way to ruin it. Besides, real housewives is just about on and I never miss a show.”

“Never begged you for a viewer of that show.” You say and she smiles at you before you get settled on the couch. Just then Jacob bursts it and looks at Melissa and you and then the tv.

“I didn’t miss? Thank god.” He says.

“Nope, just about though, there’s dinner in the kitchen. Be quick.” Melissa tells him and he runs over to the kitchen as Melissa turns the tv on and then to the right channel.

Jacob comes over as they’re going over the previously on and sits down next to Melissa at the end of the couch while you’re on the other side of Melissa.

The show starts and both Jacob and Melissa are explaining what’s going on to you. You stopped paying attention to them halfway through as Melissa placed a hand on your thigh as soon as she was done eating. Melissa noticed you stopped paying attention when you kept looking down at her hand and was breathing deeply or your breath hitched if she moved her hand at all. She decided to test the waters and scoot closer to you during the show and you stopped breathing when her shoulder was touching yours. When there was about 20 minutes left of the show, Melissa placed her head on your shoulder.

“Is this ok?” She whispered to you and you just nod, unable to find the words.

Jacob noticed Melissa placing her head on you and he smirked to himself as he knew about his roommate’s feelings for you.

Melissa knew about her feelings towards you, she pushed it down as you were new but kept eavesdropping every conversation you had with the trio or with any other teacher at the school.

When the show ended Jacob immediately put his plate in the sink and went upstairs, wanting to give the two of you privacy. You went onto Disney+ to find something to watch and you settled on Nightmare before Christmas even though Halloween was 4 months away but Melissa has never seen it.

Melissa fell asleep on you during the movie and you just keep the movie going and let her sleep as she looks so peaceful. When the movie ends is when you slowly wake her up.

“Melissa? Melissa hey wake up.” You tell her and her eyes flutter open and she turns to look at you. “You fell asleep but the movie is over. Did you want to go to bed or watch something else?” You ask her and she thinks about it.

“I didn’t really see half of the movie so if you don’t mind rewinding it and watch it again?” She tells you and you nod.

“Of course.”

“Then after that I want to go to bed.” She says and you nod. “Sorry, it’s been a tiring week with next week being the last week. My kids are restless.” She says and you smile at her.

“I understand that, my fourth graders are like that too.” You tell her.

Melissa keeps her head on your shoulder for the entire movie but stays awake this time. After the movie ends then you clear the dishes and she packs up the leftovers and places it in the fridge for tomorrow. After that she goes upstairs to bed.

“You’re welcome to stay up and watch something else if you want.” She says as she makes her way up the stairs.

“No, I’m pretty tired myself. I’ll get ready as well.” You tell her and then follow her to the bedroom. You finally manage to find your phone charger and plug your phone in then go to get your pjs out. You pull them out while Melissa is in the bathroom and you’re wondering if you should wait to change or just quickly do it here. You decide to wait and sit on the bed after pulling out everything you’ll need for the washroom.

“Bathroom is all yours.” Melissa tells you and you can’t help but drool a bit when you see her in her pjs. She’s wearing short shorts and a tank top without a bra on. You don’t know if you’ll be able to survive the night, let alone 2 nights. You quickly gather your stuff and walk to the bathroom and close the door. You take a deep breath before getting yourself ready. You’ve pictured fucking her with the dildo a few times tonight and your self control is really thin right now. You’re pretty sure if her hand went on your thigh again then you’d kiss her right then and there. You quickly slip on your pjs, brush your teeth and hair, go to the bathroom and then come out and join her on the bed after putting your clothes in your bag. You join Melissa who’s on her phone looking at something with her glasses on and you think she’s never looked hotter.

“What are ya looking at?” She questions and you quickly look away.

“Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous. Never shared a bed with a coworker before.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“I think we’re friends at this point.” She tells you. “I mean I don’t just open my home to anyone.” She adds on and you look at her.

“I’d like it if I can call you my friend.” You tell her. You think you want to call her your girlfriend but you’ll take what you can.

You then both get comfortable and then fall asleep almost right away, due to the busy week you just had.

You wake up with your arm around Melissa’s waist and your face buried in her beautiful ginger locks. Unknown to you, Melissa was already awake and just enjoying having your arm around her. You carefully remove your arm from her and then slip out of the bed and go to the bathroom. Melissa let out a disappointed sigh after you closed the door, she really liked having you here. She really liked having dinner and watching tv with you, she liked being able to place her head on your shoulder and fall asleep on you, she liked sleeping next to you and she liked waking up with your arm wrapped around her.

She got out of bed, slipped her robe on and went downstairs. As she was making coffee and getting food out for breakfast, Jacob comes down the stairs with his pjs still on.

“How was last night?” Jacob asks her and she looks at him and pouts.

“I liked it, I really liked having her here. And this morning I woke up with her arm wrapped around my waist and I was really happy.” She tells him honestly. Jacob figured out her feelings for you and confronted her after about a month so he’s the only one she can really talk to about her feelings for you.

“Maybe you can tell her.” He says to her and she looks at him with fear.

“Why would I do that and ruin a perfectly good friendship with her?” She says and then they hear you come down the stairs.

“She feels the same way about you.” Jacob whispers to her so you wouldn’t hear and then you enter the kitchen.

“Good morning to you both.” You say with a smile.

“Morning.” Melissa says.

“Any plans for today?” You ask.

“Oh yes, I’m going on a date and I won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon.” Jacob says. Both you and Melissa’s mind go into overdrive about knowing they’ll have the house to themselves.

“When are you leaving?” Melissa asks him while cooking food for all of you.

“Around 3.” Jacob says while sipping on his coffee.

“What’s his name?” You ask.

“Marcus, starting seeing him a couple weeks ago.” He says with a smile.

“Is this just a hookup or a relationship?” You ask him.

“Just friends with benefits.” He says and Melissa looks at him.

“If you ever bring him here then I want to know about it and no more doing it on the roof.” She says and you look between them.

“When were you having sex on the roof?” You ask him.

“When Melissa was hooking up with the fire chief. I didn’t want to hear her while I was having sex.” He says.

“Are you still hooking up with the fire chief?” You ask her, not really wanting to know the answer.

“No, ended it with him a few months ago.”

“Ya I wanted to ask you why did you end it with him?” Jacob says and looks at her with a slight smile. Melissa caught the smile but you didn’t. In truth Jacob knows that she ended it when she caught feelings for you, Melissa knows that he knows but she can’t say the reason in front of you.

“Just wasn’t fun anymore.” She simply says. She finishes the food before anyone can say anything else and you get the plates while Jacob gets the utensils.

While Melissa didn’t particularly like the topic of the discussion, she quite liked having people to talk to while cooking for them. And she didn’t realise until she was putting the food on the plate that she made your favourite breakfast.

“Hey, you made my favourite frittata.” You say when you notice and her cheeks turn pink but looks away from you before you notice.

“Did I? Didn’t know it was your favourite.” She straight up lied.

You all go to eat at the dinner table and have simple conversations.

“So what are you guys doing today? Any dates?” Jacob asks you both.

“No, I had a date 3 weeks ago with this older redhead.” You blurt out and Melissa chokes a bit on her food and starts coughing. You both look over at her and she takes a sip of her coffee and then settles down.

“You alright?” Jacob asks her and she nods.

“Just swallowed wrong.” She says.

“Good thing it didn’t happen while you were hooking up with the fire chief.” You playfully joke. You and Jacob burst out laughing while Melissa's face turns red. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.” You tell her when you see her red face.

You all finish breakfast and then you all go upstairs to get dressed for the day. Jacob packs a bag for overnight, and you get dressed while Melissa picks out what to wear. She wants to wear something low cut to get your attention and also because it’s hot outside. She settles on thin leggings and a low cut short sleeve pink shirt.

“So what are you doing today?” You ask her while you’re brushing your hair and she’s brushing her teeth.

“I don’t really have any plans, what about you?” She asks as she finishes up brushing her teeth.

“Nope, nothing planned.” You tell her. “On Saturdays I usually spend the day in my underwear in my room.” You add and Melissa blushes a bit at picturing you like that.

“Well you’re more than welcome to do that here if you want.” She blurts out before thinking.

“Why Melissa, are you wanting to see me in my underwear?” You joke with her playfully. Inside you were a bit curious if Melissa said that because she wants you like you want her.

“Well I have to get groceries so you can stay in my room in your underwear or you can come with me. You’ll have to keep your clothes on if you want to come with me though, even if you are in short clothes.” She says as she looks at your outfit. You were wearing short jean shirts and a short plaid shirt. “Also a plaid shirt? How originally gay of you.” She jokes with you and you smile.

“I would be insulted by that stereotype if I didn’t have 5 other plaid shirts at home.” You tell her and she snorts. “I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you, I gotta pick up a few things anyway.” You tell her and she nods.

You both go shopping together and you have a great time together, you’re having conversations together and joking around as well.

You both put your groceries in Melissa’s red car and buckle yourselves in and then Melissa speaks up.

“Want to get ice cream?” She suggests and you look at her with a smile.

“Of course, you never have to ask me if I want ice cream, I always do.” You tell her and then she drives you both to her favourite ice cream shop.

You both return a couple hours later and Jacob is on his way out.

“Leaving early?” Melissa asks him and he nods.

“Yep, he invited me over earlier and of course I accepted.” He says with a smile. You both tell him goodbye and then head inside.

“Hey, do you mind if I have a shower?” You ask her and she nods.

“Of course, you can go now and then I’ll have one after you.” She suggests and you nod.

“Alright, I promise not to use all the hot water.” You tell her and she smiles as you go upstairs.

She finishes putting the groceries away as you have a shower and then she goes upstairs to get some towels ready for her shower. You walk out with your clothes on and your hair wet and Melissa stops breathing for a second and just stares at you.

“Bathroom is all yours and I left hot water for you.” You tell her and she quickly goes to the bathroom so you don’t notice her staring.

You’re putting on some lip balm when Melissa walks out in nothing but a towel around her.

“I forgot my deodorant.” She says and goes to get it from the top of her dresser before going back. You stare at her body the entire time and she notices that.

Melissa comes back out 10 minutes later with her hair brushed and clothes back on and you’re just chilling on her bed, grading some papers.

“Doing work on a Saturday?” She asks you with a smile.

“I may have forgotten to grade a few papers yesterday at school.” You tell her and she smiles.

You’re sitting cross legged with some papers in front of you and you’re slightly chewing on the pen while reading your student's answer. Melissa can’t help but stare and she goes over to her side of the bed and joins you. A couple hours later you’re both still on the bed when you put the papers back in your bag, all done with the grading. Melissa right away sees an advantage and scoots over to you and places her hand right on your thigh like she did last night. You freeze and gulp when she does and your control is dangerously thin. She decides to test the waters even more than she did last night and moves her hand close to between your legs.

That’s when your control snaps and you kiss her. Melissa immediately kisses you back and even puts her hands on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. You ask for entrance into her mouth with your tongue and she immediately grants it, you go in and you both explore each other's mouths. You pull back and look at her in the eyes and see her eyes are black with lust. You immediately go to kiss her again and you slowly push her onto her back, slow enough that she can back out if she wants. She doesn’t back out and lets you push her all the way on her back and you move a leg between hers and begin roaming a hand on her.

You then place a hand underneath her shirt and slowly move up, wondering if you can take it off. Melissa pulls back when she notices and looks at you, panting hard.

“Ugh, just take my clothes off.” She says a bit annoyed and you smile before taking her shirt off.

You go back to kissing her before moving your hand underneath her and unclip her bra with ease. You take it off and you can’t believe how soft her stomach and breasts look. You can’t help but place your hands on the softness of her stomach before roaming your hands up and placing them on her boobs. You go and gently nibble on her ear before whispering in her ear.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to fuck you?” You ask her and she groans and bucks her hips. You pull back with a smirk. “I’m gonna need a verbal response.” You tease her and pinch her nipples just as she was about to respond. She gasps out at the feeling and a moan slips out as you continue.

“Please… please fuck me.” She finally manages to get out and you smile at that. You dive down to her neck and begin sucking on it, you start gently and then do hard sucks and she gasps and bucks her hips when you start sucking hard.

You unbutton your shirt and take your shirt and bra off while sucking on her neck. When you pull back she notices your lack of clothes and stares at your chest. You then go to the middle of her chest and do a trail of kisses all the way down to the hem of her leggings.

“Your leggings are so thin, I can basically feel you even with them on.” You say as you touch her thighs.

“I wanted your attention.” She says and you smirk at her.

“Did you? Did you want me to fuck you and fuck you hard?” You ask her and she nods. “Did you want me to fuck you with your dildo?”

“How do you know I have a dildo?” She asks you and you go to her nipples.

“I may have seen it yesterday and all I can think about was pounding you with it.” You tell her and she moans.

You then take a nipple in your mouth and she gasps and bucks her hips right into your leg. Her centre touches your bare leg and she gasps out before she starts grinding on your leg. Trying to get the friction she needs while you do wonders on her nipples. After about a minute you pull back from her completely and she looks at you shocked before you take her leggings off. You see a wet patch on her underwear and you smirk at her before placing your fingers on the hem of her underwear.

“You’re already so soaked for me, and we only just started. You must really want me to fuck you and fuck you hard.” You say and she nods as you slip her underwear off. “You look beautiful.” You say as she’s completely bare under you.

“Want to see you as well.” She says and you smile softly at her before you take your shorts and underwear off. You then go back on top of her and run a hand through her folds and she bucks her hips into your hand, wanting more. You find her clit right away and begin rubbing circles. She’s gasping and moaning underneath you and you smile at the sight.

“Want to know what I thought of when I saw that pink dildo?” You ask and all she can do is nod. You then slip a finger in her and gasps loudly. You insert another finger before you continue. I imagined it slipping inside you, just you taking the whole thing inside of you. Just filling you up with the cock, watching I slowly go into you and how you react with me filling you up. You then begin to rub her clit with your palm of the hand that’s currently fingering her and she begins squirming underneath you as she’s getting close. “Are you already close?” You ask her and she whimpers. “Oh you’re just a needy slut aren’t you?” You ask and she lets out another whimper. “You can come when you need, I’ll need you nice and wet before I slip the dildo inside of you.” You say and then a few seconds later she comes with a high pitched moan. You then go and grab the dildo and strap on underneath her bed and slip it on while she catches her breath. You then go back on the bed and place yourself between her legs.

You slowly insert her in her and you watch as her face turns to pleasure as you slowly fill her up more and more. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes are wide open. You then fill her up completely and you give her a second to adjust before pulling out of her almost all the way and then slamming back into her.

“Oh my god.” She says and you smirk.

“Do you like that?” You ask her and she nods. “Like the feeling of me fucking you roughly.” You ask her and she nods again. You then pick her up by her hips and begin pounding into her.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” She says as you’re pounding into her fast and hard, just like she likes.

“Didn’t know you were such a slut.” You tell her and she whines. “Go and rub your clit.” You tell her and she immediately obeys and rubs her clit, trying to get as much pleasure as she could. She begins gasping and moaning and she tries bucking her hips but can’t with you holding her hips. She then is about to come when you speak up. “Go on and come, come all over my cock.” You tell her and then she immediately lets go and comes and then you come right after her.

You slow down inside of her before pulling out and then you take the strap on off. You quickly go and find a cloth before coming out and quickly cleaning her and you up. You then go on the bed and cuddle her as she comes down from her high.

“Are you ok?” You ask her and she nods as she wraps an arm around your waist.

“I’m better than ok.” She says and you smile.

*tomorrow afternoon*

“Hello?” You ask as you pick up your phone. Melissa is breathing a bit heavily so you push her down and she falls face first into the pillows to cover her breathing.

“Hey Y/N, wanted to let you know that they finished painting the house this morning so it’s safe to come back whenever.” Your roommate tells you.

“Ok, thanks Clara.” You tell her and then hang up. You put your phone back down on the bed and turn your attention back to Melissa. You were slowly fucking her with the dildo from behind when you were on the phone, and now that you��re done, you pick up speed again and pound into her, occasionally slapping her ass.

An hour later Melissa goes downstairs in a robe to get something to eat for the two of you when she sees Jacob there on the couch.

“Hey Jacob, did you have a good time?” She asks him and he nods.

“Yep, I hear you’re still having a good time though.” He says to her and her face turns red before grabbing something from the kitchen. “I’m happy for you by the way, and also happy that whatever stress you were carrying is gonna be gone now.” He tells her with a smirk before she rolls her eyes and heads back upstairs. “Tell Y/n I say hi.” He adds on before she goes and spends some more time with you.

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Where Love Waits (Agatha Harkness x Rio)

Angst, but a good ending lmao

Words: 1079

Agatha Harkness wasn’t the sort of person to let her guard down easily. Centuries of living as a witch in a world that feared her kind had taught her better. But with Rio, she’d found something unexpected: trust, love, and a fleeting sense of peace. It was an odd pairing, people often said. Agatha, the immortal witch whose power thrummed in her veins like a constant heartbeat, and Rio, the enigmatic and eternally composed personification of Death. Yet, they worked. Or so it seemed.

Their son, Nicky, had been the unexpected joy of their lives. A child forged of magic and a bond deeper than life or death itself. He had Rio’s piercing gaze, dark and infinite as a starless night, and Agatha’s sharp wit, quick and cutting like the crack of a spell. From the moment he was born, Nicky was their everything, the glue that cemented their already unbreakable connection.

It was a quiet day when it happened. The kind of day that lulls you into a false sense of security. Agatha had been teaching Nicky to levitate small objects in the garden, while Rio watched from the porch, an amused smile playing on her lips. The sun was warm, the air filled with the scent of lavender and sage. Everything felt… right.

Nicky had tripped, a harmless stumble that should have been nothing more than a momentary scare. But in that instant, the threads of fate twisted cruelly. Agatha saw it happen as though in slow motion: the way Nicky fell, the sharp edge of the stone he struck his head on, the unnatural stillness that followed. She’d screamed his name, rushing to his side, her magic already surging to heal him. But it was too late.

Rio was already there, kneeling beside their son with an expression Agatha couldn’t bear to read. It was a look of resignation, of inevitability. The look of someone who had seen this countless times before and knew there was no stopping it. Agatha’s magic clashed against Rio’s presence, desperate and futile. She screamed at Rio, begged her to do something, to change it, to break the rules she had always claimed were unbreakable.

“I can’t,” Rio said, her voice soft but unyielding. “You know I can’t.”

The days that followed were a blur of grief and rage. Agatha’s once orderly home became a chaotic mess of overturned furniture and shattered glass. The air crackled with the remnants of her uncontrolled magic, and the garden withered under the weight of her despair. She couldn’t look at Rio without feeling a tidal wave of anger rise within her.

“You could have stopped it,” she spat one evening, her voice venomous. “You’re Death. You decide who lives and who dies. And you let our son die.”

Rio stood in the doorway, her usual calm demeanor marred by the faintest hint of sorrow. “It’s not that simple, Agatha. I don’t choose. I—”

“Don’t you dare give me your rules and your balance bullshit,” Agatha interrupted, her eyes blazing. “He was a child. Our child. You could have done something.”

“And what would you have me do?” Rio’s voice rose for the first time, sharp and cutting. “Defy the natural order? Tear apart the fabric of existence because you can’t accept that sometimes even we aren’t in control?”

Agatha’s laugh was bitter. “Spare me your cosmic wisdom. You’re Death, Rio. If anyone could’ve stopped it, it was you.”

They didn’t speak after that. Rio disappeared for days, leaving Agatha alone with her grief and her anger. She tried to bring Nicky back herself, pouring over ancient texts and forbidden spells, but every attempt ended in failure. The universe itself seemed to conspire against her, mocking her efforts at every turn.

When Rio finally returned, she found Agatha in the garden, kneeling beside the small gravestone that marked their son’s resting place. The witch looked up, her face hollow and weary.

“Why did you come back?” Agatha asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Haven’t you done enough?”

Rio hesitated, then knelt beside her. “I never wanted this,” she said softly. “You think I don’t feel the weight of it? That I don’t wish things could be different? But I—”

“Stop,” Agatha interrupted, shaking her head. “Just… stop. I can’t hear it anymore.”

Silence fell between them, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, it seemed as though nothing could bridge the chasm that had formed between them. But then Rio reached out, her hand hesitating before resting gently on Agatha’s.

“I can’t change the past,” Rio said. “But I can help you find peace. Let me take you to him.”

Agatha looked up sharply. “To him?”

Rio nodded. “The spirit world. You’ve always had one foot in that realm because of your magic. If you’re willing, I can guide you there. But it’s a one-way journey, Agatha. You’d have to leave this life behind.”

Agatha’s breath hitched. The idea of abandoning everything she knew was terrifying, but the thought of seeing Nicky again—of holding him, of being with him—was more powerful than any fear. She reached for Rio’s hand, gripping it tightly. “Take me to him.”

The transition was unlike anything Agatha had ever experienced. Rio’s power enveloped her, a mixture of cold finality and strange comfort. The world blurred and shifted, and when Agatha opened her eyes, she was standing in a place that felt both foreign and familiar. The air shimmered with an otherworldly glow, and the landscape was a blend of vivid colors and ethereal forms. And then she saw him.

Nicky ran toward her, his laughter echoing like a melody. Agatha fell to her knees, arms outstretched as he barreled into her embrace. She held him tightly, tears streaming down her face as she murmured his name over and over.

Rio stood a few steps away, watching the reunion with a faint smile. When Agatha finally looked up, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“This is where you belong now,” Rio said. “With him. I’ll stay, too. If you’ll have me.”

Agatha nodded, pulling Rio into the embrace. For the first time since Nicky’s death, she felt whole. They weren’t bound by the rules of life and death anymore. Here, in this timeless, boundless realm, they could be a family again.

And so they stayed, together, in a place where love and magic intertwined, where grief was a distant memory, and where their son’s laughter filled the air forever.

[hahnshands]

~ under arrest ~

AGATHARIO ONE SHOT

Context: Detective Agatha confronts Rio, a cunning criminal from her past. As they clash, old feelings resurface, blurring the line between duty and desire in their dangerous, tangled history.

Pairings: agatha x rio , detective!agatha x criminal!rio

Authors note: a little bit of tension for you all, I might develop this into a full fic one day soon, hope you enjoy :)

The knife glinted dangerously as it slipped from Rio’s grasp, landing on the wooden floor with a sharp clatter. Agatha’s fingers were still wrapped tightly around Rio’s wrist, her body pressed against Rio’s to keep her pinned, her breathing slow but shaky.

Rio, however, was anything but subdued. A slow, lazy smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked up at Agatha. “You’ve got me right where you want me, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Agatha growled, her knee pressing harder into Rio’s hip, her dark eyes burning with frustration.

“Admit it,” Rio said, purring “You’ve missed this. The thrill of the chase. The heat of it all.”

“This isn’t a game, Rio,” Agatha snapped, leaning closer, her voice dropping into something sharp and dangerous. “You’ve pushed me too far this time.”

“Too far?” Rio raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “I’d argue I didn’t push you far enough.”

Agatha’s hand trembled, just for a second, before she forced herself to steady. She hated how Rio always managed to twist the knife—not the one that had just hit the floor, but the one buried deep in Agatha’s chest ever since Rio had walked out of her life.

“You think this is funny?” Agatha hissed. “You think you can just… keep doing this and I won’t stop you?”

Rio’s grin softened into something more intimate, more cutting. “If you were going to stop me, you would’ve done it a long time ago, Aggie.”

Agatha froze. Her grip on Rio’s wrist tightened, her nails digging into the soft skin there. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” Rio said, her voice barely above a whisper now, her eyes locked onto Agatha’s. “Afraid it’ll remind you of what we used to be?”

“That’s not what this is about,” Agatha said, her voice shaking.

“Isn’t it?” Rio pressed, tilting her head, her smirk gone now, replaced by something softer, something darker. “You think I don’t see it? The way your hands linger every time you catch me? The way you can’t bring yourself to look me in the eyes when it really matters?”

Agatha’s breath hitched, and she cursed herself for letting Rio get under her skin—again. “I’m doing my job,” she said, her voice tight.

“Right,” Rio said, dragging the word out, her tone dripping with mockery. “That’s why you’re the one shaking right now? This was better when we role-played it.”

“I’m not—” Agatha started, but her voice broke, betraying her.

Rio leaned up slightly, the movement subtle but enough to close the distance between them. Her voice dropped, soft and intimate. “Tell me to stop, Aggie. Tell me you don’t feel it anymore, and I’ll walk away. I’ll disappear for good this time.”

Agatha’s fingers loosened on Rio’s wrist, her resolve faltering. She hated how Rio could read her so easily, how she could peel away every layer of armor Agatha had built.

“You always do this,” Agatha said, her voice trembling with anger and something she refused to name. “You tear everything apart, and then you act like I’m the one who can’t let go.”

“Because you can’t,” Rio whispered, her gaze burning into Agatha’s. “And neither can I… Leaving you tore my heart apart.”

For a moment, the world fell away. It was just them, the weight of their history crushing the air from the room. Agatha could feel Rio’s pulse beneath her fingertips, steady and unyielding, and it made her want to scream.

“After all these years, Rio, after everything we’ve been through, this is it. you’re going away because you don’t care, you never have.” Agatha scoffed, “Leaving me couldn’t have ‘torn your heart apart’, please don’t make me laugh, you don’t have a heart, yo-”

“Yes I do, Agatha, It’s black. And it beats for you.” Rio interrupts, never sounding as serious as she does now, looking deeply into agatha’s piercing eyes, hoping to find a glimmer of love left

Agatha’s breath catches in her throat, leaving her speechless, her eyes soften for a moment, all the memories of their romance flashing before her, thinking. The adventures, the chaos, the quiet times. Her lips curl into a small smile at the thought before clearing a throat and remembering all the hurt Rio caused her.

Then, with a sharp exhale, Agatha shoved herself to her feet, dragging Rio up with her. She snapped the cuffs onto Rio’s wrists with a ferocity that made Rio laugh under her breath.

“You think this is funny?” Agatha said, her voice hard again as she yanked Rio toward the door.

Rio leaned in close, her voice low and teasing. “I think you’re going to dream about this tonight.”

Agatha stopped in her tracks, spinning to glare at Rio. Their faces were inches apart, the air between them electric. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do,” Agatha said, her voice trembling with barely contained fury.

Rio’s smile was slow, deliberate. “I know you better than anyone else ever will, My love”

[big-ass-magnet]

Relatively Speaking, This Will Probably Be Fine (7/?)

Fandom: Girl Genius Rating: T Summary: Everyone knows Agatha Sannikova can't be a Heterodyne, even if she did arrive mysteriously one night to live with Lady Teodora and Lord Saturnus. She's got those headaches, and she's not too bright - she's not even a Spark! She does get along quite well with Lord Saturnus, which is a bit odd, but she's had a very good affect on his health. Lady Teodora doesn't like the kind of, er, "life lessons" he's tried to teach her, but Agatha hasn't set anyone on fire or unleashed any terrifying monstrosities on the town.

...what do you mean, tempting fate?

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While Saturnus had made tremendous progress in the last month—and he would long treasure the look on Dr Sun’s face when he’d walked into the room of a dying man and had the corpse sit up and say hello—his body was not fully recovered and he still spent most of his time sleeping. But it was reparative sleep, that of a working mind, not the darkness of respite and the taunting death just beyond reach. Not anymore.

If you had asked Saturnus to name the force that could bring him back from the brink of death—that could make him want to return from the brink—it would take him a good thousand years before he ever guessed something so trite as the power of love.

And the source of that power, blazing like an invisible sun, stretched out on the rug, lying on her stomach, her legs kicked up behind her as she wrote industriously in her school workbook. He could not help but smile. If there was any part of Saturnus that had worried she might not enjoy being around him now that there was a him to be around, it had died quickly. Agatha spent more time with him than ever—but not always conversing. She would read or work or quietly fiddle with her clocks while he slept or did his own reading.

I enjoy his company, she’d told Teodora.

Saturnus knew she understood she’d had a hand in his recovery, but he wondered if she knew how much of a hand. He wondered if he'd ever have the words to tell her.

“What year was Bludtharst and Andronicus’ first battle?” Agatha asked, distracting him from his thoughts.

“I won’t tell you,” Saturnus said, not opening his eyes.

“He’s your ancestor, how can you not know?”

“Didn’t say can’t. Said won’t.” He cracked an eyelid open. “You won’t learn if I help you cheat on your homework.”

Agatha stuck her tongue out at him, and he chuckled.

“I can’t wait for us to be done learning about Andronicus. It’s so annoying. Everyone talks about him like he’s so wonderful, but I think he sounds like an idiot. What’s so great about a person that neglects their duties and lets everything fall apart just because their fiance goes missing? I wouldn’t do that, and I certainly wouldn’t want to marry anyone who would.”

“Attagirl,” Saturnus said, earning a puzzled look from Agatha. “Royalty rarely sees their people as people, just resources. Heterodynes know better. It’s what makes us good masters.”

“The Heterodynes killed plenty of their own people, and not always by accident.”

Saturnus waved a dismissive hand. Always fussy with the details, this one.

“Oh, sure, an individual or five, but we never watched our people starve after a bad harvest and called it God’s will. If we sent our soldiers into a meat grinder, you can be damn sure we were in there with them.”

Oh, but he did miss those days, when he had that fire in his blood. What he wouldn’t do for one last ride…

Suddenly Saturnus caught her eyes, speaking with a severity that startled her.

“Loyalty—true loyalty—is earned. You don’t demand it. You don’t build it in. You certainly don’t force it. The Heterodynes have always understood that, and that, my dear, is why we have ruled for thirty-five generations while these upstart Sparks barely manage two.”

He sighed.

“That Teuful had promise, though. Such a shame.”

Agatha sat up, tucking her legs beneath her.

“Why do you tell me this stuff that way?”

“I shall need at least one specific noun in that sentence.”

“Sometimes you tell me about what the Heterodynes are responsible for or what they shouldn’t do or what you think a proper ruler is supposed to be like. I think it’s interesting, but you always say it like I'm going to use it. You know I’m not a Heterodyne.”

I know you are my granddaughter, the Lady of Mechanicsburg, and if I can’t make you a proper Heterodyne at least I can try and get you to be better at it than your father.

The reflex came and went, as it always did. It had nearly given him another heart attack, the day she’d looked up from her book and he finally recognized his own eyes staring out at him from a girl who called him Lord Saturnus.

Fortunately, by the time he’d regained the ability to tell her, he’d realized why he shouldn’t—not that it galled him any less to keep secrets from his flesh and blood.

“Maybe so,” he said. “But these things are important. Better to know it and not need it, than need it and not know it.” 

Agatha snorted, derisively.

“Undignified,” Saturnus chided. “Listen, if nothing else, knowing what a good leader does will let you spot a bad one.” He nodded to her book. “How else would you be able to see him for the prat he was?”

“I guess,” Agatha said. “It’s still boring.”

“That’s just because you’re not learning the interesting parts. Our parts.”

Agatha had to agree with that.  

“None of them ever seem to mention what was going on inside Mechanicsburg.”

“Well, we were never particularly welcoming to outsiders wandering in and asking about what we were up to."

Depending on your definition of welcoming, anyway. A man appreciated a test subject who walked in of their own accord.

"These historians have only had access for a couple of decades, and now they need to dig through our records—and most of those were in the castle.”

“Don’t the Jägermonsters live a really long time? Why don’t the historians just ask them?”

Saturnus laughed so hard he started to cough and Agatha had to fetch him a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, and Agatha helped adjust the pillows.

“A historian interviewing the Jägerkin,” Saturnus said, still wheezing, wiping tears from his eyes. “Red fire, I would pay to watch that.”

“What’s so funny about it?” Agatha asked.

“Oh, come on, you’ve met—” He stopped. His smile faded. “No, I suppose you probably haven’t. Unless you ever ran across them while you were out with your uncle?”

It was a weak and unlikely hope, but he was disappointed all the same when Agatha shook her head.

“No. Uncle Barry and I always hid if any Wulfenbach soldiers came into town. I think I saw one once, but I was too far away to get a good look.”

“Alright, then I’ll tell you this: one does not become a Jäger by possessing an abundance of mental acuity.”

“They can’t all be stupid.”

“Oh, they’re more clever than they let on, I’ll grant you, and the ones that survive to be generals are very smart, but on the whole...let us say it is not so much a lack of brains as an inability to put said brains to use." His voice was fond.

Ve couldn’t get the arrow out, so ve tought maybe ve could use anodder arrow to get it loose, und dot vun got stuck, so ve tried to get dot vun out vit—

Agatha resumed her seat on the floor.  

“You like them a lot.” 

“Of course I do! They were my Jägers! Every Heterodyne loves their Jӓgers.” He scowled and added in a mutter. “Every proper Heterodyne.”

“There’s a boy in one of the upper classes who says his great-great-grandfather is one,” Agatha said. Saturnus was fully aware she was changing the subject deliberately, but allowed it.  

“One of Ognian’s brood, no doubt.”

“You know him?”

“I know of the family. I don’t know Ognian personally—there’s far too many Jägers to know them all so well—but I don’t need to. There are horse breeders who pay less attention to bloodlines. He’s got scrapbooks.”

The sight of which were enough to send even the generals scampering for safety.

“What are they like? When I lived outside of Mechanicsburg, everyone was afraid of the Jägermonsters—”

He’d missed it last time, but this time he heard it, with a sting of anger. Not for her, it wasn’t her fault she didn't know, but the fact that she didn't know.

“Jägerkin,” Saturnus corrected, firmly. “Or Jägers. Only outsiders call them Jägermonsters. They are citizens of Mechanicsburg, the same as everyone else.”

“Oh. Right.”

Saturnus leaned back against the pillow, lacing his fingers together over his stomach and staring at the ceiling.

“What are they like…” he repeated to himself. “Well, they are all individuals with their own personalities, but on the whole...fun.”

“Fun?”

“Oh yes.” Saturnus grinned. “Boisterous. Excitable. And unbelievably loyal. Imagine growing up surrounded by a few hundred people who think everything you do is the greatest thing anyone has ever done.”

“It sounds nice,” Agatha said, in a wistful voice. The anger stirred in his guts again—she should know, know it so deep in her bones she couldn’t imagine not knowing.

But that wouldn’t help, now, so he brushed it away and put on a playful scowl.

“Alright, little miss, I see what you’re doing—getting me to distract you so you don’t have to do your homework.” He shook a finger at her, and Agatha stifled a giggle. “Go on, back to work. History is just as important as science. You have to know where you came from and what happened before. It tells you why things are happening now, and how to avoid making the same mistakes. Like why we don’t build time machines to go find out what we don’t know.”

“I bet kids outside of Mechanicsburg never had to spend a whole week learning about Robur Heterodyne,” Agatha muttered.

“And they’re the ones who get eaten by time monsters.”

Agatha flopped against the bed and groaned.

“Can’t you tell me a story from when you were young? That counts as history, right?”

Saturnus sputtered.

“History—how old do you think I am?”

“A million years,” Agatha said, promptly.

“Alright, smart mouth, one more story, and then you get back to work.”

Nodding obediently, Agatha settled in, wide-eyed.

“Let’s see…how about the time I beat an army of mutant frogs, twice?”

“Twice?”

“Twice.”  

Saturnus was going to get better, yes, and now he would fight tooth and nail to stay that way. No more wasting away, waiting for the final release of death. He would live to see his granddaughter take her rightful place in this world. Whether it be with a gentle touch or an iron fist, a Heterodyne would rule Mechanicsburg again.

And Saturnus would be there to make damn sure it happened.

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Blood Will Out Ch 14 - You've KILLED Me, Agatha!

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

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The silence smashed down on them like a hammer, louder than the screaming. The lights had gone out, leaving them in darkness – real darkness, the kind you only ever got in places where the sun was never intended to reach. Not even the light of the Dyne or the glow of the salamanders could reach them here. And yet somehow, Tarvek could still feel how big the Great Movement Chamber was. It made the ancient parts of his brain want to find a crevice to hide in, before something came swooping down on him.

A soft whimpering began beside him. Agatha was trying not to cry. Following her voice and where he’d seen her last, Tarvek felt around. When his hand touched Agatha’s arm, she screamed and lashed out.

“Shh! It’s okay! It’s just me!” he hissed, not sure why he felt the need to stay quiet. Instantly, Agatha latched onto him.

“I killed it!” she wailed, her voice echoing in the emptiness. “He was right, this was an awful thing to do, I ruined it, I ruined it like I always ruin everything, I killed it!”

“You don’t know that,” Tarvek said, gently. He could smell the thick, acrid smoke of melted wiring, and prayed it was from the electric overload device, not the castle. “You were trying to turn it off, and now it’s off. Okay, maybe it didn’t go as smoothly as we’d like, but we can’t assume we can’t turn it back on again. We just need to get a little light to see what we’re—”

A heavy clunk echoed in the darkness.

Silence.

The slow, drawn-out rasp of metal on stone.

Every hair on Tarvek’s body stood on end; every inch of skin tingled. A voice came from the darkness, a low, sing-song hiss that echoed off the walls.

“I hear you, little rats…”

Instantly, Tarvek grabbed Agatha and dragged her away, fumbling blindly in the dark, moving away from that voice. He could feel her pulse where he had his hand wrapped around her wrist, pounding in time with his own.

The metallic scraping sound came again. Tarvek remembered seeing a break in the floor on the other side of the room, a great fissure where one of the many explosions that destroyed the castle had pushed the stone of the floor up and out. 

“What have you done, little rats? What have y/y/ou done?”

A clank, Tarvek thought, recognizing the distinctive sound of a vocal generator’s needle skipping in place. That wasn’t necessarily better than an organic creature, but at least Tarvek knew what they were working with.

Tarvek’s hand struck something solid; instinctively, frantically, he identified switches, readouts, dials, and buttons. One of the big machine banks he’d seen when they arrived. He found the edge and pulled Agatha behind it.

The scraping sound was getting closer, or at least louder.

“I will/ill crush you, little rat/rat/rats, and th/then I will fi/ind the Lady Lucre/e/ezia and she will/ill pay.”

Tarvek tried to remember where the exit had been, relative to their position, and then which direction he’d run in to get away from the voice. It was no use. He’d have to find a wall and hope there would be a door or stairs in there somewhere.

“Where are you, little rats?” the voice hissed, now much, much closer. Tarvek swallowed a scream.

Tarvek wasn’t sure if it was him or Agatha who was trembling. He found the edge of the machine again and leaned out, straining to see.

There in the sea of darkness were two little green pinpricks of light. They floated this way and that, winking in and out of sight.

And then suddenly both lights were visible and blazed brightly and Tarvek realized they were eyes in the dark, eyes that had seen them, eyes that charged towards them and Tarvek screamed and Agatha screamed and he was too afraid to move and he could hear metal joints grinding and the eyes were getting closer and then—

Then came a gust of air, a breeze generated by something moving past them very quickly, and the eyes vanished from view. There was a loud crash and a snarl, and light returned.

Agatha and Tarvek flinched and screamed again, this time as much at the suddenness of the light as the fear, but all the match illuminated was a solemn-faced human man. Their screams petered into a baffled silence.

“You’ll be Tarvek Sturmvoraus and Agatha Sannikova, I’m bettin’,” he said.

They nodded, dumbly.

From outside the glow of the match they could hear the sounds of a fight, metallic and animal squeals overlapping. A sound like a crowbar thwacking into a piece of beef was followed by a sound like a larger crowbar being banged against a piece of sheet metal. The man did not seem particularly concerned about this.

The match went out; there was a brief fumbling in the dark, then a scratch and hiss and once more, light came back to the world.

“Should be a lantern around here somewhere,” the man muttered to himself. “Hold tight.”

They did not hold tight. Like ducklings, Agatha and Tarvek followed this stranger and his halo of safety around the room until he finally located an ancient oil lantern and lit it. The darkness retreated as the wick caught and burned. The rest of the man came into view.

He was as normal as his face (which was not always a given, in Mechanicsburg)  –  a human man much younger than Tarvek had initially thought. He wore a striped red shirt, blonde hair pulled back in a small tail, and a crisp white hat bearing a familiar symbol of a winged castle tower.

“You’re a Wulfenbach soldier?” Tarvek exclaimed. “What are you doing here?”

“Not a soldier, sir, just an airman.”

A familiar figure flew past them and crashed into one of the big machines before slumping to the ground.

“Vole?” Agatha exclaimed. Vole didn’t seem to hear her; he snarled and launched himself forward again, back into the darkness and out of sight. There was a crunching sound, followed by a humorous sproing!

“Name’s Axel Higgs,” the airman said, casually, as if nothing had happened. “Originally from Mechanicsburg, actually. I flew in the questor who was going to go to Sturmhalten to investigate—”

“A questor?” Tarvek exclaimed. “A questor? The Baron got a message that Sturmhalten was marching on Mechanicsburg and he only sent a single questor?”

“No,” Higgs said, patiently. “He got a message that Mechanicsburg kidnapped the heir to Sturmhalten, and a message that Sturmhalten had tried to prevent an officer of the Empire from leaving with a citizen of Mechanicsburg. Then he sent a questor.”

Agatha and Tarvek stared up at him in silent horror. Vole went rolling by, tangled with an unidentifiable mass of feathers and metal.

“You need a hand?” Higgs called.

“No!”

“N/no!”

Agatha burst into tears, huge, wracking, childlike sobs of despair at the utter unfairness of it all, so overwhelming there wasn’t even room for her to feel embarrassed about crying like a baby in front of Tarvek.  

Everyone – even Vole and his opponent – froze in alarm.

“It’s all my fault!” she wailed. “Everything is my fault, and I just keep making it worse!”

“It’s not your—” Tarvek tried.

“Yes it is!” Agatha shouted. She began to gesture wildly, tears still streaming down her face, every breath shuddering. “I ran away because I knew I wouldn’t be a strong enough Heterodyne, and instead of disappearing I get an army coming after me and now the entire town is in danger! Then I drag you into this death trap, the only person who can prove Mechanicsburg isn’t the one to blame, so even if the Baron does show up, he’ll probably help burn this place to the ground!

“And I did that for nothing, because the whole reason I needed you here was to help me fix the castle, to protect the town from the danger I put it in! But it turns out I didn’t need that locket, it wasn’t the locket at all, it was just me! I ruined everything because I am useless and broken and stupid, and I killed the castle!”

“You did not kill me, child. I am right he/here.”

Agatha, breathing hard, throat sore from screaming, could do nothing but stare at the clank in confusion.

“What?”

With difficulty, Vole and his enemy extricated themselves from their death grip. Tarvek’s jaw dropped as the clank rose to its full height, its ragged wings stretching out behind it. The end of the wing whacked Vole on the chin on its way up. 

“It’s one of the Muses!” Tarvek gasped. “The wings, it’s – that’s Otilia! The Muse of Protection!”

The Muse glared at him.

“N/no. I wear the for/form/shell of what was one/once the Muse Otil/ilia. I am Castle Heterodyne.”

Everyone stared.

“But I killed y—”

“Stop that,” the Muse-shaped castle said, covering up its discomfort with a stern tone. “The system/em may be dam/damaged, but damage can be repair/aired. As long as my consciousness remains active, I/I am not dead.” It frowned at her. “I was bui/built to house a fam/amily of mad/mad scientists who would not know/ow restraint if you wel/welded it to their foreheads. There are man/any safeguards against this ex/exac/act possibility/ty.”

Agatha sniffled and wiped her eyes. Higgs politely offered her a handkerchief and she blew her nose with an extremely ladylike sound.

“You don’t sound like the castle,” Tarvek said suspiciously.

“Talks like der kestle,” Vole said.

“Of course I do/don’t sound like myse/self,” the castle said, irritably. It gestured at the clank body it was housed in. “I am in he/here, using this mechan/ism. My voice is generated/ed by the throat built by van/van Rijn. But the form is not the self, and th/this flimsy chassis cont/tain/ains the full and complete consciousness of Castle Heterodyne/dyne.”

“Are you sure?” Agatha asked.

“Yes, I am su—” It stopped. Its gaze locked onto Agatha’s hands, still clutching Higgs’ handkerchief. “When were you pro/ven?” the castle demanded.

“Proven?”

The clank darted forward and a grip like a manacle snapped around her left wrist, dragging it towards itself. It peered at it, back and front, then dropped it and grabbed her right.

Whatever it sought, it did not find.

“You lie,” it hissed. “You are not the He/Heterodyne! You have no/ot been tested!”

“I am,” Agatha insisted, dropping the handkerchief and clawing frantically at the clank’s fingers. “I’m a Heterodyne, but I can’t be the Heterodyne yet, it’s too dangerous! I wanted to fix you without anyone knowing it was me, so I could—”

“Liar!” it roared, and Agatha cried out as the grip threatened to crush her wrist to powder. “You sta/nd in the Great Movement Chamber/ber, where only/y the Heterodyne/dyne may tr/ead! Blood must/must/must tell!”

Higgs grabbed the clank’s arm at the shoulder and tore it off.

Tarvek’s gasp of horror echoed in the cavernous room, and then all was silent.

Everyone looked at the ragged remains of the shoulder.

Everyone looked at Higgs.

“That fight really did a number on you,” he said conversationally. “That thing just popped right off.”

Everyone looked at the clank’s shoulder again. Several wires sparked and snapped. The shorn metal glinted fresh and razor sharp in the lantern light.

Everyone looked at Higgs again.

“That was unne/ne/necessary,” the clank said, put out.

Casually, the airman tugged one of the exposed wires in the detached arm, and the clank’s fingers loosened. Agatha quickly pulled free, rubbing her wrist.

“Think for a second, would you? Test or no test, the only way she could know about this place is if someone told her. Lord Saturnus wouldn’t tell her if he didn’t think she was the real thing.”

“And we already made a deal with…uh, with you,” Tarvek pointed out. “The other you agreed to let us in here if Agatha promised that as soon as you’re working again, she’ll go and do the test and prove she’s the Heterodyne.”

“And if she is no/not?”

“Then you crush us both,” Tarvek said, quite casually. Vole and Higgs made noises of alarm; Tarvek waved a languid hand as if he had not had the same reaction. “It’s irrelevant. She is the Heterodyne. We’re not in danger.”

“Then she is not in/in dan/danger,” the castle said, coolly. “You are not a Heterodyne/dyne.”

“I’m her loyal minion,” Tarvek said, with a face so blank it was not even innocent, (an expression he had perfected when facing down Von Pinn with Gi—). Agatha opened her mouth. Tarvek made a very soft noise in his throat. Agatha closed her mouth again.

“Minion,” the clank repeated.

“Yes. Surely that’s acceptable? Any minion would say so – her secrets are my secrets.”

“I knew it!”

Tarvek had just enough time to recognize the voice and see the face flying towards him before Gil Holzfӓller collided with him and sent them both crashing to the ground.

.

Saturnus had not seen Geisterdamen before. Vole and Tarvek had described them in some detail, but while both had mentioned that they sometimes rode around on giant spiders, neither had seen any. Saturnus had not quite been able to reconcile that with the image of moon-pale women with empty eyes and silver hair.

Now that one was clambering over the walls, though, he could see it. No low-slung, oversized house spiders, these: the Geisterdamen’s mounts carried snow-white bodies on long, thin legs with smooth, delicate movements that mirrored those of their riders. Thirty years ago, he’d have ordered at least one to be captured alive so he could get a good look at it, regardless of the cost in minions.

Right now, he wanted them burned to ashes.

The spiders pulled themselves up and over the edge of the wall carefully and slowly, but the moment they had at least six legs on solid ground, they took off. It was disconcerting to watch – though they did not move quickly, the length of their legs meant each ponderous step ate up the distance.

“Deal with him, inside and out of the way,” Saturnus told the nurse, who was crouched over Carson’s still-unconscious form. He hefted the ray gun he’d been working on. “I will deal with this.”

He walked his chair out of the house and aimed for a Geisterdame who had the gall to be walking her spider right up his street as if she owned the place. Before she had a chance to notice him, he pulled the trigger.

The blast took the spider’s head clean off. As it keeled over, its rider leapt free and landed on a nearby roof. Looking down at the ruined corpse of her spider, she let out a shriek of rage and – to his surprise – grief.

And ran away.

Saturnus stared after her, baffled, as she raced across the rooftops out of sight. It couldn’t be that easy. It was never that easy.

Overhead he heard a rhythmic tap tap tap. Swinging the chair around, he saw another one of the great pale spiders racing along the rooftop. The rider hadn’t even stopped to strike him down, even after he’d attacked her comrade.

All along the walls, the pattern repeated. The invaders lashed out when they first came over the wall, silver swords and crescent-tipped spears cutting down anyone who did not get out of the way fast enough, or dared to try and fight back. Once they were across the wall, they ignored all but the most immediate threats in favor of moving deeper into the town.

Towards the castle.

Agatha, Saturnus realized, unsatisfying triumph becoming terror that seized his heart. They’re here for Agatha – and we told them exactly where she was.

“Stop them!” he bellowed. “Wulfenbach troops, stay to the walls! Mechanicsburgers, you know the roads, bring them down before they reach the castle!”

A scream of pure terror cut the air. As it turned out, the spiders could move quickly, when they wanted to, and this one was racing down the streets so quickly the girl thrashing in its rider’s arms was little more than a blur of blonde hair and green dress.

The girl screamed, “Papa! Papa!”

Saturnus clutched at his chest, gasping for air. Blind terror faded away, but the damage had been done. His heart was beating too fast, too erratically; it didn’t feel like the heart attack had, but it sure didn’t feel like it was going to end well.

The Geisterdame had reached the wall, her spider dancing through a rain of scattered shots at its spindly legs. No one wanted to aim at its body, or its rider, lest they hit the still-screaming child. The girl’s father was screaming, too, a sound Saturnus had only ever heard once before— 

—and Saturnus was in the castle and his home was a ruin and Bill was hunched over a small shroud screaming and screaming and blind to Teodora or Barry and there was nothing Saturnus could do, he couldn’t even comfort his own son—

Someone shoved a hand into Saturnus’ face. A sharp, chemical smell scoured his sinuses, throat, and lungs. He jerked away, but already he felt his heartbeat slow. His lungs pulled in a proper breath and his vision cleared, the darkness in his sight sliding away. He didn’t bother to thank the nurse who hovered over him, ashen-faced; he shoved her aside and watched in thwarted fury as the Geisterdame’s spider began to cross over the wall.

Two figures hurtled upwards into view, right in front of her.

Even from behind Saturnus could see she was too startled to react, completely unprepared for an attack from outside Mechanicsburg. For a moment, no one moved. Even the newcomers seemed to hover at the apex of their trajectory.

Then they came down.

One figure dropped straight and latched its hands onto the spider’s head. The spider’s delicate balance was not prepared for the sudden uncentered weight – screeching, it fell forward, legs scrabbling for purchase.

Its rider flailed to keep both her seat and her grip on the girl, who had gotten one arm free and, being born and raised in Mechanicsburg, was trying to claw her captor’s eyes out. 

The second fighter landed on the spider’s left fore flank, sending it even further off balance until it was sideways. One hand grabbed the girl by the belt, the other buried claws deep in the Geisterdame’s shoulder, breaking grip and bone. 

Just as spider and rider toppled out of view, the second figure jumped, hurling the girl back over the wall and into her father’s arms. To Saturnus’ surprise, it did not follow her, but latched onto the edge of the wall, feet balanced on the flat stone of the parapet, hands gripping the very edge.

Saturnus was too far to see a face, but did see it doff an oversized tricorn hat bedecked with half a bird's worth of feathers.

“Master Saturnus!” the Jäger called over the sudden eruption of screams and howls. “Ve haz come to de rescue!” 

[sleepyfireball]

My Life, My Love | A Bridgerton Story

Chapter 1: Scotland Calls

Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) - Modern AU Rating: Explicit Pairing: Violet Bridgerton/Agatha Danbury Summary: A photography work trip to Scotland for their company’s travel blog brings Agatha Danbury and Violet Bridgerton much closer than they had ever expected. AO3

Violet looked up from the photographs on her computer that she had been hunched over for the past few hours upon hearing the click of a familiar cane against the polished wooden floorboards of Danbury House. Glancing at the clock, she realised how late she had stayed. She smiled wryly to herself before turning to greet her friend.

“Agatha! I was just looking over our photos from the Monaco trip. I think we’ve got some excellent shots here, but we may need to go over a few details.” Violet said warmly. Agatha grinned in response.

“I am certainly glad to hear that, however, we are putting Monaco on hold for the moment,” Agatha said, smiling brightly. “Scotland calls.”

Violet grinned. Scotland had been calling both their names for years, but they had never been able to organise the right time to visit. “I’ve organised a piece on the Highlands, we are booked to interview some of the Scottish family clans and get some stunning shots of the Highlands during the foggy winter.” Agatha said.

Violet nodded encouragingly, already flipping through her diary for the next few months to see when she would be able to fit it in. She tapped her pen on the page, fiddling with the arm of her glasses as she did. There was an opening in January, just after New Years that she could manage. The Monaco assignment would carry through until mid-December at least, without counting the usual Christmas in London spread that they did. As she was musing, she felt Agatha’s hand on her shoulder. Violet looked up at her and saw a sombre expression on her face that was at odds with the happy news. 

“I’ve had to book us to go tomorrow. We’ll push back the Monaco assignment, and if we can finish this before November is done, we will still be able to complete Christmas in London.” Oh. Violet closed her diary and slumped back in her chair, taking her glasses off wearily.

“Tomorrow?” Violet whispered, slightly shell-shocked. Agatha usually tried to give her at least a week’s notice, so that she could arrange for the kids to be looked after while she was gone, or at least have her older ones around to watch the youngest two. Violet pinched the bridge of her nose and breathed deeply, to dissipate the rising tension she felt knotting her shoulders.

“Violet? If you can’t manage it, I can take Francesca instead. I know it is a lot to ask you to drop everything on such short notice.” Agatha sat heavily in the only other chair sitting in the office, facing Violet.

“No! No, we’ve been wanting to cover Scotland together for years. I just-- wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” Violet sat up and took Agatha’s hand that was resting between the pair on the desk. “I’ll see if Kate and Anthony can stay for a couple of days or… or maybe Hyacinth and Gregory can stay with Daphne and Simon, although with a toddler and another on the way, I don’t want to burden them.” Violet said, thinking of what else she would need to organise as she absent-mindedly stroked her thumb across the top of Agatha’s hand. “At least Kate and Anthony aren’t too far away if things did go sideways. And Gregory is almost sixteen… But still, I’d prefer not to leave them alone.”

Agatha stared at their clasped hands, enraptured from the motion of Violet’s thumb. She blinked owlishly, then shook her head, almost imperceptibly, before responding.

“I am sorry that things could not have aligned better. I could get my brother to come up from Sussex to look after the kids if you’d like?” She smiled sympathetically as she pulled her hand out of Violet’s gently. If Violet kept that up, Agatha didn’t think she would be able to keep a steady head on her shoulders to see out the rest of this conversation.

“Oh, no. I couldn’t possibly impose on Marcus like that. I have enough responsible children that one of them should be able to take the kids in.” Violet chuckled lightly before sobering slightly. “Have you told Colin and Penelope yet?”

“I asked them about it just this afternoon, and they said that they would be joining us up there the day after tomorrow. Colin said that a friend of theirs is coming from Spain and has booked dinner with them for tomorrow evening, which they will not be missing.” Agatha smiled fondly. “Penelope told me in no uncertain terms that while they can usually drop everything for a work trip, it would not be this time.” Violet laughed outwardly at that. Working with her son and his fiancée had certainly ended up working out better than she thought.

“Ok, I’m going to give Anthony a call, back in a moment.” Violet grabbed her phone and stepped outside the warmly lit office. As Agatha remained sat in the office, she could hear the muffled cajoling over the phone and desperately hoped that Anthony and Kate would be able to help.

When Agatha had first begun developing, she and Violet had worked in close quarters to get the passion project off the ground. While Agatha had the head for business that was required to run Journeys Abroad, Violet was far happier as the artistic department. Agatha had originally hired Penelope Featherington as the sole writer, but when the blog had begun to take off, she hired Colin Bridgerton, Violet’s son, after recommendations from both Violet and Penelope. Colin’s words spoke for themselves, and his own travels informed his writings.

After a while, Violet had put forward another applicant to work in the team, her daughter Francesca, as a secondary photographer. It was clear to Agatha that Francesca got her photographing talent from Violet, as their style and vision was often quite similar, even if Violet focused on the big picture while Francesca preferred smaller details. Agatha was quite pleased to have such a small, tight-knit team working on the blog, as it gave a very intimate feeling to everything that was published.

The sound of the door opening and closing pulled Agatha from her reminiscing. Violet walked into the office, smiling broadly.

“Kate and Anthony have very kindly decided to stay in London for the next week, so we can go to Scotland together.” Violet said.

“Oh, Violet, I am so pleased!” Agatha stood up and before she had even realised it, she had wrapped her arms around Violet’s shoulders in a celebratory hug. Violet giggled, just a little and returned the hug, letting herself settle into the feeling. Pulling back from the hug, Violet turned to her desk.

“Now, tell me, where are we staying, what are we doing? What time do we leave tomorrow?” As Agatha began to respond to her rapid-fire questions, Violet pulled out her diary and wrote down the details, excited about going for their next work trip together so soon. The pair had done Monaco together along with Penelope, and Violet was excited to see just what hidden gems Scotland had to offer. And if she was excited to simply spend more time with Agatha, well, there were some secrets better left unspoken.

[witchofcrows]

Seekest Thou, a short fic

A short scene of a time Agatha's song was interrupted. Set in the 1890's.

“Is everyone ready? We must be in the proper mindset, each witch holding her own power, prepared for whatever trials The Road might bring.” Agatha looked around the circle, nodding at each of the other four witches as they waited anxiously, brimming with power. “It’s time.” She smiled and held up the bell, tapping it gently for the note. “Seekest thou—” “MAMA!” Agatha’s head whipped around as the voice cut through the forest. A small child rushed forward and crashed into one of the women, hugging her tightly and sobbing. “Don’t go! Don’t leave me!” His cries were interrupted by coughing as the mother wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry, darling. I must.” A sob caught in her throat and she pulled away. She pushed the hair back from his eyes and wiped away his tears. “I have to find help… to save you. Go back to granny.” An older woman watched from the edge of the clearing, tears streaming down her own face. Agatha’s eyes stung as she stood frozen, watching the scene before her. “No,” she whispered, images of a tiny grave long ago flashing through her mind. “Go now, please,” the mother begged her child. Agatha blinked away tears and stepped forward. “We’re done here. All of you can go now.” Cries of protest rose from the circle. The mother stared in shock. “But you promised. Please. Help me. Help him.” She motioned toward her son, her eyes full of panic and sorrow. Agatha glanced at the boy, inhaling deeply as she tried to remain composed. “I am, trust me. If you need help for that, go to town. Ask around for Jen, a rootworker and midwife. If anyone can help, she can.” She looked around the assembled coven. “Now go, all of you. I’m done with you.” She waved her hands dismissively, turned, and stalked out of the circle. “But what about the Witches’ Road?” someone called after her. Agatha glanced back over her shoulder. “Find it yourself.” She sauntered off, singing quietly to herself. “Wherever it may bend… I’ll be there at the end.”

If you enjoyed it, kudos on AO3 would be appreciated!

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #655

Top Ten MCU Actors Who Could Join the New DCU

It feels like it’s been a big moment for superhero TV recently. Two new shows have just started based on both DC and Marvel characters – The Penguin and Agatha All Along, respectively – and there’s increased jibber-jabber about upcoming programmes too. Creature Commandos – the first proper, official, for-realsies production from James Gunn and Peter Safran’s new DCU – starts in December. And there’s been some interesting casting tittle-tattle about what’s probably the biggest show they’ve got on the docket, Green Lantern series Lanterns, which is going to feature both Hal Jordan and John Stewart.

We already know what one Green Lantern looks like, at least, thanks to paparazzi shots of Nathan Fillion as Guy Gardner on the set of next year’s Superman. But Gardner is always, really, the other Lantern; too much of a dickhead, and possessed of too terrible a hairdo, to really be considered the main event. Hal and John, on the other hand, could both be considered the “proper” Lantern, and so it’s going to be really interesting to see them share the screen in what appears to be a sort of buddy-space-cop crime drama.

Anyway the really interesting thing about all of this is the names apparently in the mix to play Hal. I think we already knew (or assumed) that Hal was going to be the older character, more of a mentor-type figure to a younger John, and this has been borne out in some of the actors they’ve either been looking at, talking to, or who’ve already turned the role down. These include Ewan McGregor, Chris Pine, Timothy Olyphant (who, of these names, would be my choice), and Josh Brolin. Now, three of these have already played comic book characters before; both McGregor and Pine are in prior DC films. But Brolin was, of course, an absolutely huge part of Avengers, playing interstellar bad guy Thanos across a number of films (if Brolin had taken the role, he’d have been not one but four characters in Marvel and DC: Thanos, Cable, Hal Jordan, and Jonah Hex – so maybe he thought it was a bit much).

If Thanos can cross the floor, so to speak, to take a major role in a DC show, then – of course – nothing’s off the table. Heimdall himself, Idris Elba, is also DC’s Bloodsport; and there have been a number of smaller-scale roles cast with actors who’ve had a foot in both ponds. I think Thanos being Green Lantern might have been the biggest deal, however; we may have to contend with everyone’s favourite emerald space cop being a major Star Wars character instead.

This has inspired my list this weekend, which is all about actors who’ve had (moderately) significant roles in the MCU, who could now jump ship and appear in a DCU production. I’ve done a few casting suggestion lists over the years, so I’ve tried not to repeat myself – as such I’ve avoided even speculating on truly major JLA-type roles, so there’s no “Chris Pratt for Batman!”-type stuff. Some of these I think would be truly excellent suggestions; others would just be amusing.

Have at it, Jim and Pete! Take your pick!

Pom Klementieff as Zatanna: Klementieff brings a certain other-worldliness to her roles; she always feels at a remove, can project a kind of oddness that’s either adorable and endearing (Mantis) or strange and threatening (Paris). I think this, plus her great comic timing and natural ability, would be perfect for backwards-talking magic-user Zatanna. And – hey – I kinda feel like magicians should be French, I don’t know why.

Edward Norton as Clayface: Norton is, I guess, only technically part of the MCU, but he still counts! He’s got a reputation as a super-serious actor; this would make him perfect to play Basil Karlo, a vain and fading actor who ends up becoming a shape-shifting goo man. He could play him like his character from Birdman, but, y’know, in clay. And he’s got form with CGI characters! Sort of! Anyway, it’d be funny.

Frank Grillo as Slade Wilson: Grillo was great as the super-gruff Crossbones in Winter Soldier and Civil War; he was tough but charismatic, and held his own against Captain America. He’s been public about wanting to carry on the role, despite being killed off, so perhaps jumping into DC waters would be cool. He looks the part for Slade, and can do the action stuff, and as the character is meant to be a bit older and more experienced, I think he’d bring a good sense of hard-earned wisdom to the role.

Dave Bautista as Dr. Will Magnus: I definitely think Bautista will pop up in the DCU. I’d like to see him in a role that was less physical; he’s a terrific actor, capable of bringing out humour, tragedy, and pathos. So it’d be good to see him as a scientist; there are plenty to choose from. Magnus is great because I guess he’s essentially a good guy, but also a bit morally dubious, and has a history of both mental health issues and slightly dodgy relationships with some of the robots he builds. So there’s lots there for Bautista to get his teeth into.

Sylvester Stallone as Wildcat: I don’t know what the plans are for the Justice Society, and obviously casting a guy in his seventies isn’t really going to allow you to make a decade’s worth of intense action movies. But Wildcat was a boxer before becoming a crimefighter; he’s tough, he’s a fighter, and (depending on continuity) trained Batman. The Society are usually presented as older anyway, the previous generation of heroes. Do I need to explain why Stallone is perfect for this role?

Benicio del Toro as Sinestro: Sinestro is, basically, a corrupt cop who really breaks bad – I wouldn’t be surprised if he cropped up Lanterns, as he’s really the big Green Lantern bad guy. Rather than making him a moustache-twirling British guy, I think having del Toro bring both a bit of the grit and strength he has in films such as Traffic, as well as the charm and humour he naturally possesses, would really make the character stand out.

Sam Rockwell as Ralph Dibney: I don’t know what their plans are for these characters, and maybe Rockwell’s too old if The Elongated Man is supposed to be a contemporary of a (presumably mid-thirties) Flash. But come on: a light-hearted, wisecracking detective who can also stretch his body? Don’t tell me his wouldn’t be a fantastic role for Rockwell. I’d want him front and centre of every Justic League film, though. Maybe they could also bring across Rachel Weisz as his wife Sue?

Jenny Agutter as Granny Goodness: Agutter has been really underused in the MCU; after Winter Soldier, I was hoping she’d keep popping up as a sort of British version of Nick Fury. So casting her entirely against type as an evil, cruel, vicious general and leader of the Female Furies, working for ultimate big-bad Darkseid, would be really cool. The only downside is Goodness is usually presented as a plus-sized woman, and it’d be a shame to lose some of that representation (Amanda Waller, for instance, has had a significant weight loss in recent years).

Jeff Goldblum as The Riddler: I’ve tried to limit both the number of former Guardians cast members and also the number of specifically Batman-related characters (sorry, Karen Gillan as Poison Ivy). But we’re back in Gotham for this utterly perfect casting. Goldblum is great at three things: appearing smart, projecting hidden darkness, and a wild eccentric charisma. Making the Riddler an older guy looking for a legacy – a would-be genius out to prove he’s smarter than everyone else one last time – would make him really different from both Jim Carrey’s utterly manic turn, and also Paul Dano’s weird serial killer (who, I’m sorry, is great, but is not the Riddler).

Samuel L. Jackson as Darkseid: is this on-the-nose? First base? I was basically thinking about the voice; who has the best voice for this? Well, to be honest, the answer is the sadly departed James Earl Jones, but Jackson also has a fantastic baritone. Also, if he were to appear in a more human guise, I like he image of a taciturn Jackson randomly appearing in someone’s front room to threaten or tempt them. Jackson is excellent at projecting menace, but also great at delivering elaborate soliloquies. And he’s very funny.

[dilf-whore]

revelations

pairing: tasm!peter x scarlet witch!f!reader

genre: established relationship, angst, fluff, somehow same storyline as the last episode of wandavision, mostly focuses on the reader and her development/story

summary: you used your powers to help peter fight his enemies from afar, but this time you have to fight yours.

warnings: some violence, injuries

A/N: i made a minor change with the reader’s outfit, just a tad difference to wanda’s, up to you guys to imagine how it would look like. and this is fucking long. but anyways, i’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and i finally have an idea for the plot, i hope you guys like it. if you guys want anything for tasm!peter x scarlet witch!f!reader pairing or other stuff you may send me a request!

requested: no

requests are OPEN

☾

“see, you forgot to convert it. that’s why your percentage is wrong” peter explained, pointing at the teacher’s solution at the blackboard.

you look at him, eyebrows knitted together fuck chemistry you thought.

“if i wasn’t such a good person, i would cast a spell on the teacher and make me pass the subject” you joked.

peter let out a small giggle slapping your shoulder slightly. “don’t worry, i’ll teach you later at the library”.

“thank god i have a smart, hot, strong, superhero boyfriend!” you smiled kissing his cheek.

you bring back your attention to the teacher, frowning to the new problem you have to solve.

☾

you cover your face in frustration, not wanting to see your chemistry book any longer.

“y/n, let’s take a break. we can continue this again later” peter says, setting away your books and notes.

he pulls out his laptop and opened a file, it was filled with pictures of spiderman. he was retouching the photos he took.

“you should find a new publisher, they’re not paying you well peter. jameson is even making spiderman look bad” you tell him.

“eh well, it was the first opportunity i saw so i took it” he says looking at his laptop.

joining peter with his superhero stuff always crossed your mind, but you were afraid of what people will think of you. your powers were different, many people would be afraid, seeing someone, a woman with glowing energy coming out of your hands and eyes that light up.

but you did help him, from afar. casting spells here and there, telekinesis, and most importantly: healing his injuries.

your thoughts were interrupted when a sudden explosion happened and screams of students and teachers can be heard from outside.

you and peter stood up and look at each other. you raise your hand, and just like that, peter is now wearing his suit.

he was about to approach the commotion when you spot the one who’s causing this mess. it’s a woman, with similar powers as you. her fingertips were black, purple energy coming out of her hands, teleportation, all of it, but more powerful than you.

it’s too dangerous for peter you thought.

you hold peter’s shoulder, “no don’t do it, she’s a witch, i could tell. she’s really powerful”.

“but i have to y/n” peter looks at you.

“i-i’ll handle it, go make sure everyone is out of the building” you cup his cheeks.

“are you sure?” peter asks, worried.

“yes i am, make sure everyone’s safe. especially you, peter”

you gave him a quick peck on his masked lips and separated ways.

☾

you run towards the woman, shaking a little, you were nervous.

“hey grandma! couldn’t find your way back home?”

“ah y/n! pleasure to finally meet you” she smiles maliciously

“how the- who the fuck are you?” you ask

“the name’s agatha, agatha harkness. i knew it was you! i could feel your power from here” she laughs manically.

without any hesitation, you blasted energy beams at her.

agatha blocked them with ease. you looked at her with fear and anxiousness.

before you could do anything, you were pushed against the wall by her.

“we don’t have to fight sweetie, just give me what i want and we’re done” she smirks.

your ears were ringing, you vision was blurry, it made you dizzy. you got up and heard a loud thwip!

you look up and see peter approaching agatha.

“peter no!”

☾

peter was swinging towards her, but before he could even reach her, a purple ring was already around his neck, choking him.

“and who’s this? your little boyfriend?” agatha tilts her head.

“let him down! don’t include him into this, please i beg you!” you scream.

“alrightyyy” dropping peter, you catch him with your powers, settling him down slowly.

you teleport to him, he got weak from the strangling.

“oh god, are you okay? what did i just tell you pete!” you frantically say.

“i’ll come back, please stay here and don’t move a muscle” you instruct him. casting a protective spell, an energy field appeared around him.

“you want it? you can fucking have it!” you shout.

☾

“look babe, it says something about a scarlet witch and how they can alter reality. didn’t you do something like this when you were like 7?” peter asks, pointing at the computer in front of him

“well i wouldn’t say it was altering reality, i got upset over my grandfather’s death and i just made this thing where i could see him again. i don’t know if that’s altering reality” you shrugged.

“oh wait, it also says here something about runes. it’s like a spell where only the witch who casted it can use their magic. that’s so cool! you should try that y/n” he exclaims.

“i’ll try some time” you reply.

☾

“the thing is y/n, you’re a myth. you’re not using your full potential, you lack knowledge and confidence. you’re the scarlet witch” she says approaching you.

“i’ve been watching you, you can manipulate chaos magic. that thing with your grandfather? i saw it, that’s chaos magic darling” she fiddles her fingers at you.

“you, y/n, have no idea what you could do. let me help you before you cause any destruction. give me your powers” she adds.

“fine, take it” you exclaim.

you reach out your hands, and a cascade of red energy bursts from you.

you felt like you were draining, you look at your skin, it looked like you were decaying.

“i want it all!” agatha laughs in victory.

finally, all of the energy has left your body. you felt weak, you felt like you were dying.

“well now that’s over” agatha opens her palm, and suddenly an old book appeared.

“this, y/n, is called the darkhold also know as the book of sins, book of spells, or book of the damned. this is what will tell you, well now me about the scarlet witch” she emphasizes.

“but don’t worry, your powers won’t go to waste. i’ll make sure to use it really really well” she adds.

“so long darling, it was nice meeting you” she sarcastically waves you goodbye.

she took in a deep breath, and pushes her hands but nothing came out.

“what?” she tries again, and again.

“you forgot something, grandma” you point at the symbols surrounding you both.

agatha looks around, and saw runes around them. “runes, you know how to cast them” she comments warily.

“in a given space, only the witch who cast them can use their magic” you look at her.

“it’s called research sweetie, and now i think you have what’s mine”

“no, no, no, you d-don’t k-know what you’re doing!” agatha exclaims.

☾

agatha falls down, weak and defeated.

you rush to peter, going inside the protective circle you casted. “peter! are you okay? here let me fix that” you put you hand over his gashed side, healing him.

“what’s with the new look? you look really hot” he smiles.

“what new look?” you scan yourself and see that your outfit did change. it was all red now, with black accents and a headpiece.

“let me change that” you point at your outfit and added blue accents instead of the black to match his.

you laugh tiredly, helping him up.

you both approach agatha, “you’ll need me” she says.

“maybe i will, so i’ll give you a role here in school. a counselor! someone who most students don’t like to talk to. oh! and i’m gonna take that” you smirk, grabbing the darkhold.

you touch her temple, and she turns into a regular guidance counselor wearing a pencil skirt and a purple blouse.

☾

you and peter went back to your apartment. settling down, peter lets out a small giggle.

“so my girlfriend is not just hot, but is also the scarlet witch? god damn, you’re amazing” he wraps his hand around your waist.

“hmm, i guess so” you blush.

he rests his forehead on top of yours, taking the comfort silence in.

“so i guess it’ll be spiderman and scarlet witch now huh” he adds.

“well i think it’ll be spider menace and scarlet menace” you laugh, remembering daily bugle’s nickname for spiderman.

“thank you” you stare at him.

“for what?” he asks.

“for everything, for being there for me, for those research you do, for helping me all the time. you mean the world to me peter, i want to be with you. you don’t have to carry the whole city on your shoulders, i’ll be by your side. i’m not afraid anymore, especially when i have someone amazing as you” you smile lovingly.

“i love you y/n” he gives a quick kiss to your lips.

“i love you too”

☾

[zafirosreverie]

Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 5

(Part 1) (Part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

a/n: I’m sorry if this is a little rushed, i did what i could with my laptop freezing at all times.

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You jumped when your phone beeped with a message. You quickly grabbed it from the bed, where you had carelessly thrown it. It was from Nick.

"Meet me in the lobby”

You frowned slightly. What could he want at this hour? Probably tease you a little more. You rolled your eyes fondly.

During the whole tour, he hadn’t been able to tease you as usual. From the moment the two of you caught up with the group, your teacher's hand was firmly positioned on your lower back and when you entered the library, she was never too far away, so any joke Nick might have made would have reached her ears. And during dinner, the teachers' table had been right behind yours, conveniently.

"I'll be there in 5" you answered quickly, before putting the phone in the pocket of your shorts and smoothing your shirt again. You tied your hair in a messy bun and grabbed your purse. You didn't want to pay attention to the way your pulse was racing, or the voice in your head telling you that you were going on a date.

Because no, you were definitely not going on a date!

"Oh, are you ready?" asked a voice from the bathroom door.

For a moment you had forgotten about the other person in the room (well, not about her, but that she was there at the time). You turned to see your teacher leaning against the doorframe, in dark pants and a three-quarter-sleeve blouse. She looked so casual, so relaxed. It was a beautiful sight.

"Umm y-yeah" you stuttered "I'll wait for you downstairs. I'm going to the lobby with Nick" you explained

"Jadu?" Agatha frowned, quickly feeling a twinge of jealousy "Mister Jadu should already be in his room" she said.

"W-well, I'm sure he'll be soon, he just wanted to tell me something. Could be important" you said nervously.

It was strange how the woman could change her attitude so quickly. A few seconds ago she had been so relaxed, as if the two of you had been living together for a long time (you blushed at the thought. You did not live together!) And now, she was the living image of a beast about to attack.

"Fine" she said after looking at you for a few more moments "I'll catch up to you there"

You nodded quickly and left the room in a hurry. As much as you wanted to, now you couldn't turn a blind eye, you knew Nick was right. Harkness was acting weird.

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Agatha sighed when the door closed behind you. She mentally cursed herself for scaring you like this. She shouldn't be jealous of you, she shouldn't want to control what's going on around you, and she shouldn't want to be by your side for as long as possible.

Shouldn’t. It was a word that she had been repeating many times in the last three days.

"Maybe, I shouldn't have done all of this" she murmured.

The original plan was simple: take you to Salem, see you happy, go back, keep seeing you from afar through the hallways of the school, the end. But you had managed to complicate everything from the moment you were late, making her panic.

Then you had fallen asleep on her, making her feel nervous, you had managed to be sacrificed as an offering for her, sharing a room and making her doubt her own self-control, then you had gotten into her dreams, making her do things that she really didn't want to think about right now (there was no time for another trip to the bathroom, thank you very much) and now you were simply torturing her, rubbing in her face everything you could do with that little friend of yours that you couldn't do with her, making her feel terribly jealous of something that didn't even belong to her.

And still, she couldn't help but want to be close to you. She wasn't blind, she knew exactly how you felt about her, and even though she was still struggling with morality and shit, she also wanted to see where all of this took you both.

"Well, nowhere if I don't hurry up" she murmured, taking her purse and leaving the room.

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"Sooooo" Nick smiled at you, making you roll your eyes for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

"It’s not a date" you said for the third time "She will only take me to the antique store because it isn’t on the itinerary"

"How strange" he said sarcastically "I don't remember hearing her invitation ... Oh wait! She didn't invite us! She will only take her favorite student, with whom she shares a room, and from whom she hasn’t taken her eyes off, to a night walk through the city, so that you can visit a store that you wanted so much to go to. Yes, totally not a date" he rolled his eyes

"Well, I can ask her to let you come with us if you want" you said, blushing

"No, no" he laughed "I'm not going to piss off the kraken"

"Nick"

"I'm serious. I mean, I don't get along with her as well as you do, princess, but I want to think that I'm not on her list of students to murder. And something tells me that being a third wheel in her, 'not a date', would make me top that list" he laughed "so no, thanks, but no thanks princess"

"You are exaggerating, you know?" you laughed

"Yes yes, you call it exaggeration, I call it knowing how to choose my battles. And believe me, we all know that making Harkness angry is a losing battle and a suicidal desire"

"You make her sound like a serial killer" you rolled your eyes

"You never know" he shrugged "talking about the queen of Rome, here she comes" he told you in a low voice, subtly pointing to someone behind you.

You turned to see the brunette walking towards you with a smile that seemed a bit forced. You couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips.

"Well, I better go" Nick whispered "don't forget to bring me something" he winked at you.

She saw him rush past the older woman, giving her a little goodnight, which she only answered with a slight nod of the head. 

You saw your best friend disappear into the elevator, before paying attention to the woman in front of you.

"Everything alright?" she asked

"Y-yes Miss Harkness" you said

"So, was it important?" she pressed

"What?" you frowned confused

"The matter why you had to meet him here" she said she "didn't you say it might be important?"

You blinked a little at that. You hadn't thought that she really cared about what you said. It was a pleasant surprise, truth be told, it made you feel special and warmed your cheeks.

"Well he just wanted to make sure i bought him something" you lied.

The woman didn’t seem convinced, but she didn't say anything more on the subject. Smiling, she offered you her arm.

"Then we better go" she said she "we must find something for Mister Jadu, right?"

You giggled at that before nodding and, against your better judgment, you entwined your arm through hers.

Agatha smiled at this, unable to help but feel butterflies in her stomach, a quite refreshing and welcome feeling after the hot wave of jealousy that had washed over her when she stepped off the elevator and saw you so close to Nicholas.

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You tried to ignore the blush that was spreading across your face and neck when you walked into the store. You had thought that maybe you would take a taxi or something, but the brunette had told you that the store was not far away, so there was no point in taking a taxi when you were perfectly capable of walking there.

What she hadn't told you was that she wasn't going to let go of you. Sure, you linked your arm with hers, but you thought she would let you go when you got into a taxi. You didn't expect to find yourself walking to an antique store, arms intertwined with your crush, at night.

"How romantic" you thought sarcastically. Well, you could at least tell Nick that it was definitely not a date.

Your train of thought, however, stopped the moment you took a look at the shelves. There were old books, antique dolls, lamps, clocks, paintings, chairs, statues, among other things. You felt like a little girl in a toy store.

Agatha smiled at your look of astonishment. Your lips were slightly parted, you weren’t blinking and your eyes had a special shine that the brunette had never seen. Almost like a girl looking at the presents under the tree on Christmas day.

You looked so cute that she didn't care that you let go of her arm to get deeper and deeper into the place (although she immediately missed your warmth). She followed you carefully, not wanting to miss out on any of your reactions to the artifacts in front of you.

"I had one of those when I was little" you said suddenly, pointing to a beautiful porcelain doll.

Agatha looked at it for a moment. It had white skin, with black curlers tied in a half ponytail and a large purple bow. The dress, although worn and a bit dirty, still retained a bit of its purple color and the elegance of its original design.

But it was her face that had caught your attention the most. She had flushed cheeks, red lips (albeit a bit faded), and long eyelashes. And her eyes...her eyes were two big beautiful blue orbs.

"She looks like you" you said, smiling at the woman next to you

Agatha was a bit surprised and felt a rush of nerves when you stepped closer to her so she could see the doll better. It was true, it looked a bit like her.

"I guess so" she smiled at you

"I like her" you whispered.

The woman gasped silently, looking at you intently. You weren't looking at her, but at the doll in your hands, but something inside her, maybe a selfish part of her, told her that you were talking about her. And for the sake of her heart, she would hold on to that belief, regardless of your next words:

"T-the doll" you clarified quickly, cursing you for being so clumsy "I like the doll" you said, smiling nervously at her.

"Why?" she asked "Most people find them creepy”

“I don’t know” you shrugged “Must be the eyes” you smiled.

Agatha smiled back at you, but she didn't say anything. Suddenly feeling very exposed under her gaze, you set the doll back in place, before turning awkwardly to continue staring at the other shelves.

"Aren't you going to buy her?" the brunette asked, making you look at her again

"...no" you said "She’s beautiful, but too expensive for me. I prefer to save a little for other things that we can find in the following tours. It wouldn’t be smart of me to spend all my money on the third day, right?" you joked lightly.

Agatha however, noticed the look you gave the doll before turning around. You wanted it, of that she was sure.

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"My grandmother had one of those" you laughed

"Well, your grandmother had good taste then" replied the brunette, holding the locket in front of you.

"I suppose there is a certain beauty in it" you admitted, taking it carefully, smiling when the woman winked at you.

"Old is beautiful, Y/N" she said

"Much" you smiled and winked at her. You both knew that you weren't exactly talking about the necklace in your hands.

In the hour and a half that you had been there, something had changed between the two of you. It had started with something subtle, probably since the moment you said you liked the doll that reminded you of your teacher, but then it was an innocent comment about how beautiful a brooch looked in her, a hand on your back encouraging you to try on a necklace, a warm breath on your neck as she approached you from behind to see books over your shoulder. And without realizing it, you had been exchanging somewhat flirtatious comments with the older woman.

Nothing serious, you told yourself, but enough to feel like your relationship had changed. As if you had become closer.

"Well, I think I have everything" you said, separating a little from her

"Are you sure?" she told you "What about the gift for Mr. Jadu?"

"Here" you smiled, showing her the quartz necklace that you had chosen for your best friend.

"Excellent" she said to you "Why don't you pay and wait for me outside?

You shrugged and watched her get lost between the shelves. You paid for your things and left the store, shaking a little. It wasn't cold, but you needed a bubbly presence by your side.

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The next morning, there was no sign of the older woman. You frowned at that, but you guessed that she had simply gotten up before you, she was probably already in the dining room or waking up the rest of your classmates for breakfast.

You took a moment to remember the night before and how special it had made you feel. Too bad the spell had been broken as soon as you left the store.

You had asked her what was in the box she came out with, but she hadn't answered. In fact, she hadn't spoken to you the entire way back to the hotel. It was weird, but you hadn't minded because she had re-entwined her arm with yours anyway, so you were sure she wasn't upset with you.

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"So how was the no date?" Nick asked, immediately after sitting down across from you

"Great, they had very interesting things" you said

"Oh come on Y/N, give me the juicy details"

"There are no 'juicy details' Nick" you rolled your eyes "as you said yourself, it was not a date. We just went to an antique store and voila"

"Liar" he said "there had to be something! She took you by the hand? She pushed you against a shelf and kissed you?"

"Nick!" you hit him on the head

"Ouch" he said "Hey, don't be so aggressive"

"Don't be such an idiot" you said "Nothing happened. Period"

"Okay" he sighed in defeat "did you at least bring me something?"

"Yes, but I don't think you deserve it" you said

"Oh, come on!" he groaned "You don't give me juicy details and you’re also going to take my gift from me? Dark magic is corrupting you, Y/L/N"

You laughed at that, almost spitting out the juice you were drinking.

"You are an idiot" you said

"But?" he smiled at you and raised an eyebrow

You rolled your eyes "But, you are MY idiot" you said. You took the quartz necklace out of your pocket and threw it at him "Here, cry baby"

"Woah" he said, catching it in midair "Awesome, a rose quartz! Thank you princess"

"Yes, yes, you're welcome" you said "now, be a good slave and bring me more fruit, will you?"

"Right away, my lady" he winked at you and stood up.

You were so busy laughing at him, you didn't notice the brunette behind you getting up and leaving the dining room quickly.

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Agatha felt her hands shaking as she placed the package on your bed. She wasn't sure if she should, maybe she was crossing a line, maybe she had misinterpreted the signals. But last night she had seen a side of you that she didn’t know.

In that store, you had stopped being the tender and shy student who was always nervous for the presence of her teacher, and you were transformed into a playful and flirtatious creature that had made her legs tremble.

She hadn't expected you to flirt back, but she loved it and now she wanted more.

"But this" she whispered, looking at the gift on your bed "Will it be too much?"

She was breaking the agreement that she had made with herself. It was not night, and only the nights belonged to her. Leaving you a gift in broad daylight was against the rules.

Fortunately, Agatha Harkness was a woman who made her own rules.

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You opened the door to your room quickly, counting in your mind the seconds it took. You were only back for a pair of sunglasses and your wallet. You were about to leave again when you noticed the box on your bed.

"What is this?" you murmured, moving closer to it.

How did you not notice a box in the middle of your bed as soon as you entered? You didn’t know.

You took the card that was on top of the box, blushing immediately when you recognized the fine handwriting.

"You keep surprising me with your ability to love broken creatures, Miss Y/L/N, but I suppose you're right. It must be the eyes -A.H."

You opened the box and couldn't help but smile as a familiar warmth ran through you and butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

A pair of glass blue eyes stared at you as you hugged the doll and you wished you could hug the woman who looked like her too.

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - Chapter 23 - The Witch's Cabin (Part Two)

Thanks to my gif maker and friend of course, @abimess.

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies. || Chapter Warnings: +18, smut.

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Chapter 23 - Part XXIII - The Witch's Cabin (Part Two)

You weren't sure if Wanda wanted some time from you as well, as you watched her walk through the garden, sit alone on one of the benches while looking at the rocky mountains in the distance.

What you were sure of was that she was distressed. So much so, that even as she blocked out her emotions, strands of her discomfort escaped, and you felt your body shiver slightly.

Sighing, you put your hands in your pockets, resisting the urge to join her as you watched her from the balcony.

"Here, Miss." It is Charles who says beside you, with a mug of reheated tea. You raise your eyebrow in confusion, and he smiles tenderly. "I thought a hot drink would bring you some comfort." He explains, and you mutter a thank you as you accept the cup.

Charles stands beside you, watching the landscape in silence for a moment. When you take the first sip, and sigh lightly, he asks, "Did it help?"

"Not much." You reply. "I appreciate the intention, but I won't feel good over tea until she is."

It's a simple statement. And Charles just murmurs in understanding, not needing you to explain further.

There is another pause, before he speaks again.

"Then I think you should talk to her." He says.

"She said she needed some time alone." You retort, scratching the back of your head with your hand quickly, and placing the cup on the large one on the balcony. "I'm giving her space."

"Oh, I see." He murmurs. "Are you sure that the alone time included her protector?"

You give a short humorless laugh. "You know, people have weird ideas about this whole thing. We're still two separate people. Wanda can have her time without me."

"Of course she can." Charles agrees quickly. "Forgive me, I think I expressed myself badly. I didn't mean to say that you two aren't independent, or to put me on the same level as sensationalist wizards who don't know anything about ancient magic." He speaks, causing you to frown. "I only meant that it is my understanding that scarlet witches and their patrons have a special relationship. If I remember correctly, it is written that the patrons bring a profound sense of safety and comfort to their sorceresses when present."

You feel your cheeks flush, and you look away quickly. Charles doesn't seem to notice, or if he does, he says nothing.

"So...do you think she'll like it if I talk to her?"

" Well, she's your sorceress, you know her better than I do, Miss Stark." Jokes the man. "Don't let an old book tell you what you must or mustn't do."

You bite the inside of your cheek, lingering your gaze on the crestfallen figure of Wanda meters ahead.

"Thanks for the tea, Charles." You mutter before starting to walk toward the gardens.

To avoid frightening her, you make a noise with your steps, but Wanda only lifts her head when you are practically at her side.

And you swallow dryly when you notice the tears on her face, approaching calmly to sit beside her.

You don't have to say anything really, and you don't mind waiting for her to tell you whatever she needs to. But Wanda just waits for you to sit down, and then she leans against your body, sinking into your embrace as you run your hands around her.

She relaxes immediately with your touch, sighing. You think Charles was right after all.

Her tears cease, drying against your shirt, and she inhales deeply against you.

“Thank you.” She whispers, making you smile shyly, as you run your fingers through her hair.

"For what?" you whisper back, half-joking, not knowing exactly what you've done.

"For staying."

You sigh, hugging her tighter as your fingers gently scratch the back of her neck, and Wanda shivers against you, before relaxing completely. "I told you I'm never leaving."

You stand like that for a few more moments, until Wanda starts to move again. She pulls her face away to look at you, and you just smile at the intense way she does so.

"I'm sorry." She says, and you frown in confusion. She straightens up before continuing, taking a deep breath, as if she is finding the right words. "With everything Agatha showed us, I finally understood that I never had a choice on my fate. And before, when I was going to erase your memory, how angry you got, I didn't understand why. Because to me, I was making the right thing, sparing you somehow. But now, I understand." She confesses quickly, gesturing as her eyes fill with tears. "It was your choice. And I don't think you would ever forgive me if I moved on without you, when you chose to stay with me. And as much as I hate how dangerous this is, and I don’t want you to get hurt, you have the right to choose to stay by my side if you want, because those are your feelings and I had no right to try to take them away from you."

You nod, sighing, and raise your hand to her face, caressing her cheek.

"It's okay, darling." You say. "I haven't been angry in quite some time. But I appreciate that you apologized."

You move closer, kissing her softly on the lips before pulling away. "I guess in the end I broke my promise about not touching you before the apology." You joke making her smile. "I couldn't help it, you're just too irresistible."

Wanda laughs shyly, raising her hands to your neck, looking at you fondly.

"Do you want to talk about what we saw?" You ask next, and she sighs, nodding.

You spend the next few minutes talking. Wanda feels bad about the whole thing. About all the lies, schemes, and about never having had a real choice. No matter what would happen, she was always going to become the Scarlet Witch. And no one asked if she wanted that.

She didn't talk about Natalya, and you respected her time.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive Agatha completely for the things she did." Wanda confesses a moment later, you two are sitting side by side, looking at the mountains. "But a part of me will never be able to hate her entirely. And I detest that."

"It doesn't bother me that she matters to you, Wanda." You say. "Even with everything that happened, she really believed she was doing the right thing. And now she's helping us. And I know you've spent a lot more time with her than I have." You clarify quickly, and Wanda looks at you with a slight frown. "I just mean that even with the pain she caused me, it's okay for you to still care about her. I won't hold a grudge over it."

Wanda nods, reaching your hand up on the bench. She entwines your fingers together, and moves closer to lean against you, resting her head on your shoulder.

"Can we stay here just a little longer?" She whispers. The sunrise is approaching. You were going to say you would stay as long as she wanted, but your speech becomes a yawn halfway through, and she laughs softly. "Maybe the bed would be better."

You laugh softly too, and Wanda squeezes your hand before moving to pull you back into the house.

When you go through the kitchen, Agatha is there. She and Wanda exchange a look, but neither of them says anything, and you just follow the brunette in front of you upstairs.

You think you'll sleep until lunchtime at least.

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You grunted in pain as you fell to the ground.

"Everything okay there, Stark?" Agatha's softly teasing voice made you give a wry laugh.

"Perfect." You grumbled as you stood up, wiping the dust from your pants. "Again please, and try something stronger this time, Agatha, I think you're starting to go soft on me."

The witch laughed, raising her wand quickly. The next spell hurt more than the first.

It had been eight and a half weeks since you had been in Agatha's house.

Things were going well, if you could put it that way.

After that day when Agatha showed the memories out of the pensieve, she and Wanda were on thin ice, and no memories were shared again. They treated each other politely, with occasional sharp pins, but nothing ever too aggressive.

Meanwhile, Agatha was really helping the two of you to become better sorcerers.

You think you never learned so much magic at once, but you weren't complaining.

Even Charles was helping you with potions, a passion he seemed to share with Erik.

And with the intensity of your studies, Agatha hoped that soon you would be worthy of pulling Rowena's diadem out of the hat, but she never seemed to find the right spot, and it was making everyone slightly frustrated, even if no one would admit it.

You haven't heard from the order.

With Fury's death, the radio went silent. You believed that no one but him had been arrested, or killed, because nothing was said in the Daily Prophet. But it wasn't easy to ignore the tightness in your chest at not knowing for sure.

Now that you were practically considering yourself a master at dueling, even if Agatha wouldn't admit that you had far more knowledge in defense against the dark arts than any other witch your age, you expected her to continue the lessons in Occlumency and Legilimency that Erik never managed to finish.

"You're not ready for that yet." She replied, for the third time you brought up the subject, and you sighed impatiently.

"But professor-"

"Erik taught you the basic level of that magic, Y/N." She interrupts, moving her hands so that the objects in the kitchen begin to prepare lunch around you. Wanda is in the house library, studying with Charles, and you had spent all morning practicing dueling spells, and learning to become more resistant to them as well.

Your whole body was sore from the times you fell to the ground when you were hit by stupefy and the most common duelling spells , but it was better than being knocked out at the first attempt if you had never practiced before.

"A master of legilimency would be able to dominate the minds of an entire city at once. You're not ready for that kind of magic yet."

"But I don't need to control an entire city, Agatha." You argue back, following her through the kitchen around the house. "You can just continue from where Erik started and-"

"Enough." She interrupts by turning to you, but she doesn't look angry, just impatient. "You won't leave me alone if I don't agree won't you?"

"No."

She sighs. "I can teach you Occlumency, Stark. But I won't teach you Legilimency, it's...against my vows."

You frown in confusion, "Your vows?"

But Agatha gives you only an insinuating look, and you understand.

As Legilimency is directly considered a forbidden, and dark magic, it would break her vow to only do the right thing by the scarlet witch, her promise to Natalya.

You've never been more curious to know how Agatha got around the perpetual vow for so many years, but the way she’s back walking tells you she's not going to share that with you anytime soon.

"Charles is a master legilimens." She continues talking, moving downstairs where the library is. You in her trail. "He can teach you."

"Really? That 's great!."

As you arrive at the study room, the huge piles of enchanted books surrounding you, your gaze immediately seeks Wanda's.

As Agatha tells Charles to teach you, you approach the girl, finding her distracted with a reading. You smile at how lovely she looks, and can't help but move quickly closer, and steal a surprise kiss from her that makes her sigh.

"Hey, you." You say as you pull away, and she giggles as she relaxes.

"Hey, you." She repeats as she stops you from moving away by holding you by your arm, pulling you back to kiss you properly.

"Hey little love birds, your first lesson in Occlumency is going to be tonight." Agatha warns in a tone of teasing, as you give an embarrassed chuckle breaking away from Wanda, leaning on the pilaster next to the chair she is sitting in. "And you, Miss Maximoff, can practice your natural legilimency skills with Charles on the same schedule as well."

"Yes, ma'am." You and Wanda answer together, and Agatha gives a warning sneer before turning, squeezing Charles' shoulder gently before leaving.

The man turns to you. "Miss Stark, please do not spill mud on my parchments."

You look down to your clothes immediately. Well, it wasn't your fault that Agatha had knocked you to the ground so many times. You were a mess, and you raised your hands in a sign of surrender.

"Sorry, Charles." You mutter as you walk away. "I just came to give my beautiful girl a kiss, I'm going upstairs to take a shower. See you two at lunch."

You give Wanda a wink of goodbye before walking away, being careful not to bump into books along the way.

//-//-//-//

You grumbled softly in pain as you removed your tangled sweater, realizing that perhaps you should have asked Agatha to go easy on the spells instead of challenging her.

Distracted, you startled when you heard knocking on the bathroom door, but relaxed completely when you saw that it was only Wanda, who smiled and leaned against the doorframe, looking up at you.

"Hey, babe." You greeted her, working to remove your shoes. "Do you want anything?"

"No, I just decided to take a break from the books." She replies. "But I would like to know how you convinced Agatha to teach you Occlumency so easily." She comments in a mixed tone of teasing and impressiveness and you laugh softly as you kick your untied shoes away.

"With my charm of course." You return, making her laugh.

When you motion to remove the shirt, Wanda bites her lips. "Allow me."

You stand still then as she steps up to your front, looking at you with the same tenderness that you look back.

Wanda works on the buttons of your shirt, and when she is finished, she pushes the material away, sliding it down your arms until it falls to the floor. You blush slightly under her curious gaze, but say nothing, letting her move the straps of your bra, and then open the clasp, soon the garment falls too.

She moves her fingers down your waist, to reach the zipper and buttons of your pants, and unzips them. You move timidly to remove the item as well, taking your panties with it.

Wanda gives a soft giggle, and you look at her curiously.

"What?"

"It's nothing." She says shyly. "It's...I just realized that it's the first time I've seen you naked."

You blush, but respond. "I wish I wasn't covered in dirt."

"I wish you weren't covered in bruises." She retorts sharply, and you swallow dryly. The purple marks around your body are a result of the spells, but you don't care about that. The pain isn't exactly strange after all.

"It was worth it, though." You retort softly, and think that part of you is really referring to getting stronger, learning new magic. But the other part, the part that knows it's all for the girl in front of you, adds, "You're worth all the effort."

Wanda looks away, swallowing dryly as well. "Don't say that."

"It's the truth, Wanda." You say simply, and she sighs, straightening her posture softly.

"But you don't have to say it."

"You want me to lie then?"

"I just don't want you to say it so proudly." She retorts almost scoldingly, and you bite the inside of your cheek, not wanting to argue. She sighs, and puts distance between you, turning toward the exit.

You clear your throat, and call out to her. "I don't want you to be angry." You murmur. "I can't help it to say things like this, you know that."

Her expression softens. "I'm not angry, darling." She assures you. "I'll just get a towel for myself."

She leaves before you understand what that implies. Wishing you didn't look like a complete mess, you quickly step into the tub you left ready as soon as you arrived in the bathroom, and sink against the hot water, waiting for Wanda to join you.

Wanda doesn't take long. She leaves the towel in the sink, and smiles at you before she starts to undress, right there in front of you, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

You blush, but don't look away. And she doesn't seem to mind that you follow every movement of her hands, although her cheeks redden when she has her breasts exposed in the air.

Soon, she steps into the tub with you, taking the seat in the opposite corner, smiling softly as you hug your legs, looking up at her.

"I'm sorry I said that, I know you don’t like it and I shouldn’t have." You mutter. But Wanda just shakes her head, steeling herself to move closer, her hands touching your forearms.

"Don't worry." She says. "It's the truth after all. You are my knight in shining armor, and I can't do anything to change that."

You laugh softly, and Wanda smiles, stroking your skin with her thumb.

"I want to try something." She says next, making you look at her curiously. "Something I read about it this week. Can I?"

"Of course, darling." You say, and then she is pulling your forearms gently so that you stop hugging your legs, and you sink your hands into the water, waiting, as Wanda moves her fingers, guiding you so that you sit properly, and she sits between your legs. "What are you going to do?"

You ask curiously, even half embarrassed to have her so close, but Wanda just smiles, moving her hands out of the tub, where she makes the soap magically fly to her.

"First, I'm helping you get clean, babe."

She says, dipping the soap in the water before bringing it to your skin, lathering your shoulders gently. You relax under her touch, looking at her intently.

"Can I do the same to you?" you ask in a whisper, and she smiles.

"Of course."

Wanda raises the soap at face height, and with a flick of her hands, the item doubles itself to another. You raise your eyebrow. "Show-off." You tease, making her chuckle, as she hands you the other soap.

For the next few minutes, you help each other soap up amidst giggles, and stolen glances. Wanda's touch is as gentle and affectionate as her gaze, and you are so comfortable that you don't even have time to think about how intimate the whole moment is.

As you finish washing off the soap, Wanda begins to run her fingers along your shoulders. "Will you stay on your back for me?" She asks lowly, and you murmur in agreement before shifting to obey.

Without seeing her, your curiosity makes you tense up, and Wanda smiles as she moves closer, her hands on your waist. "Relax, darling." She asks against your ear, her fingers moving up your skin slowly as you obey.

"Do you remember last summer?" She begins, and suddenly you are feeling soft twinges on your skin. It's Wanda's magic. You don't know what she's doing, but it feels good. Little shocks around your back.

You just murmur, relaxing against her hand.

"When Papa taught you about mirroring magic, I mean." She continues, her tone low and soft. "So that you could take my damage from possible attacks."

"And you were so upset about my wrist breaking when you fell off a broom that you put me to sleep in Pietro's bed." You complete making her laugh.

"But I didn't send you away because I still wanted you in my house." She retorts and you laugh in agreement.

"Yes I do, darling." You say next. "I remember everything I went through with you."

Wanda bites her lips, blushing at your statement. But she continues to talk beyond that.

"There is another kind of spell like that." She says. "Charles was reading with me a line that said If the protector can take the pain, the witch must learn to heal the pain as well. You understand what I mean?"

You sigh softly as you feel the pressure of her fingers increase on the points where you knew you were injured. But it's not discomfort that you feel. It's a different sensation, like an electric shiver that turns into a gentle tightness.

"Yeah, I think so. You'll be able to heal my wounds now, right?" You ask with your eyes closed, instinctively leaning even closer against her hand as the pressure increases, and Wanda just murmurs in agreement, concentrating on her task. "That's pretty cool."

"I still need to learn it properly." She continues. "And I don't want to have to practice."

You chuckle softly at the comment. Of course she doesn't. For her to learn to heal your wounds, you would need to hurt her so she gets to practice, and that possibility is horrible for Wanda.

"I'm sure we'll find an alternative to that, Wands." You murmur lazily, so relaxed against her touch that you begin to feel sleepy.

Wanda continues for a few more minutes, and when she finishes, she goes around your waist with her hands pulling you gently against her, making you sigh.

"How do you feel?" She asks with her face resting on your shoulder, her arms hugging you as you relax against her.

"I feel incredible, love." You reply with your eyes closed. "Thanks to your magic fingers."

Wanda giggles, turning her face to kiss your neck, her lips touching your skin softly and making you smile and sigh.

"Can I make you feel even better?" She asks as she returns her mouth to your ear, playing with the lobe between her lips and teeth, making you hold your breath. "I could use my magic fingers."

You bite back a smile, nodding. Wanda inhales softly, settling herself better against the tub.

Her hands go around your belly with her fingertips, moving upward. You gasp when she reaches your breasts, stimulating your nipples between her fingers.

You let out a satisfied murmur, and your body gradually warms up.

When your nipples are hardened enough, and Wanda has you shivering, she wraps your breasts with her full hands, pressing the flesh against her palm, and you gasp, throwing your hips forward unter water.

"Wanda." You sigh softly as she continues to play with your breasts. "Don't tease."

"I'm not teasing darling." She murmurs back, returning the gentle caress against your nipples. "I'm just getting you wet."

"Just... touch me." You whisper, starting to move back into her, the tightness in your belly growing, and all she did was touch you softly. "Please."

Wanda lets out a sigh, like a giggle, and you don't have to look at her to know she's smiling. "I didn't know you were the begging type, babe."

You grumble under the teasing, but Wanda finally lowers her hands, and you shiver in anticipation, forgetting to respond.

She runs her hands down your inner thighs, but never where you want her. And when you sigh impatiently, she chuckles against your ear.

"Say pretty please again." She teases and you feel your cheeks burn, quickly turning your face to the left, putting distance between her mouth and your ear. All Wanda does is chuckles again, but this time, her fingers go straight to where you want her, caressing your entrance and you gasp.

“M-more.” You ask but she just stands still, her fingertips against your clint while her mouth kisses your shoulder and her other hand goes up to your breast, to repeat the moviments from earlier.

You have trouble keeping your eyes open, and when you try to force her finger against you, she just moves them away with a giggle while you grumble of dissatisfaction.

“Wanda.” You warn, but her hand just rests against your thigh.

“C’mon, babe.” She says. “You sounded so hot when you said please. Do it again.”

“No.” You retort stubbornly, but your affected tone makes her smile, her fingers moving closer to your warm center but still not touching and making you clench your closed fists.

"Say, please fuck me." Wanda whispers against your ear, and you feel a sharp, tightly pulsation in your belly, sighing heavily. "And I will."

But you didn't want to give Wanda a taste of victory, even as you came so close to begging for her touch. All you did was press hard against her, your ass fitted against her hot core, and she gasped in surprise and arousal, digging her nails into your thigh.

"Cheater." She murmured breathlessly, making you smile, but your advantage was short-lived when she pressed your breast into her palm, and without any warning, slid a finger into you, entering easily through both the water in the tub and your arousal.

"Oh." You moaned loudly, one hand gripping the edge of the tub as Wanda moved slowly inside, making you squirm. "More, babe. Please."

Wanda chuckles at your hopeless tone, but obeys, inserting another finger now. It slides between your edges with ease, and you bite your lips to avoid being loud. But when Wanda presses her palm against your clit as her fingers move in and out of you in a slow, torturous rhythm, you whimper, squeezing your hands on the edge of the tub until they turn white.

"You're so tight." Wanda whispers against your ear, her hot, wet breath sending shivers throughout your body. "My sexy baby taking my fingers so well."

You moan softly, becoming even more aroused by Wanda's words. She sighs against your ear, quickening the pace of her thrusts, and you begin to feel the tightness under your belly reaching the limit.

"W-wanda... I'm clos-oh" You can't maintain a coherent sentence, thrusting your hips in the same rhythm as Wanda's fingers move in and out of you, and Wanda grunts against your ear, her fingers sinking into you.

"Show me how it feels, Printsessa" She asks and you need to concentrate beyond pure pleasure to be able to share your sensations with her. When you do, Wanda moans loudly against your ear, the hand on your breast squeezing firmly, pulling you against her and making you gasp. "Is this how you feel with me, baby?” She asks with a breathless whisper. “It’s so fucking good." She whimpers, increasing the pace of her fingers, and now stimulating both you and herself, and you use your free hand to keep yourself from screaming, knowing that the noise would attract the attention of the other residents.

"I can't hold it." You whimper, your body beginning to spasm out of rhythm with the strokes, you are so close.

"So don't." She gasps back against your ear, and it's the next second that you come, your walls clenching against Wanda's fingers, and you see stars, your loud moan is muffled by her hand on your mouth when you can't keep the gesture and clench your hands under the water.

And you are barely recovering from your orgasm when Wanda reaches hers, sharing it with you, and you moan deeply, turning a complete mess against her, feeling your body explode with pleasure again.

You stand in silence, trying to normalize your breaths, Wanda's fingers slip out of you, making you sigh, but she keeps her hand on your thigh, until she joins the two at your waist, smoothing you better against her.

"I can't feel my legs." You mumble breathlessly, your body tingling completely from the intensity of the orgasms. Wanda just gives an equally affected laugh, moving one of her hands up to push her wet hair out of the front of her face.

"Too bad, I still want to taste you."

You grunt softly, feeling your face heat up. But you sure as hell won't protest when Wanda's hands start coming down again.

//-//-//-//-//-//

“It really worked.” You murmurs impressed, as you button a clear shirt up, getting ready for having some food since you and Wanda skipped lunch, being busy with things. The bruises that you once had, are all gone. A few red spots were seen, but nothing too remarkable as before.

Wanda bites her bottom lip, kneeling in the bed, still naked. The vision was a gift from heaven you could say.

“If you feel any pain, tell me.” She asks as she watches you dressing. “I could try to ease that too.”

“You’re too good for me baby.” You commented with a shy smile, getting closer to her again. Agatha liked well dressed manners, she said. That’s why almost every set of clothes she gave you had ties, and sweaters. You and Wanda teased her about being old.

And that's why you're knotting your tie, and Wanda is unbuttoning your shirt. Wait, what?

"Hey, hey." You quickly warn, holding up her fingers, as Wanda giggles with her gaze gleaming in mischief. "We can't stay here all day, sweetheart."

"Can’t we?" She retorts in a mixed tone of defiance, making a pout that makes you want to kiss her.

"You know we can't." You retort with a smile, caressing her cheek before buttoning the buttons she has opened. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you. "I can bring you something to eat, but eventually we have lessons."

"No, that's okay, I'll come down with you." She says but doesn't move from her spot, and you raise an eyebrow curiously, but Wanda was just waiting for you to finish buttoning your shirt before pulling you up by your poorly tied tie, rising to kiss you on the mouth.

You smiled against her lips, bringing one of your hands to her neck, kissing her firmly.

"Are you sure we need to go downstairs?" She murmurs breathlessly against your mouth, and you sigh.

"Maybe another ten minutes."

It takes another half hour for you to leave the room.

Wanda accompanies you, straightening your crumpled clothes before you head to the kitchen.

Fortunately, Charles had saved some lunch for you, and between smiles and stolen glances, you ate in silence.

And when Agatha asked you to join her upstairs, for her occlumency lesson, Wanda kissed you on the cheek and wished you good luck.

Agatha's private study room was dark.

Unlike the library, or Charles' offices, which were extremely cozy.

Here, you felt almost intimidated. But Agatha seemed relaxed, and you felt confident enough with your magic to enter.

"You know the fundamentals, Miss Stark, so let's not stall." She says as she walks over to one of the cabinets, working to remove her rings and place them on the wood. "Sit back and relax. And know that I'm going to try the real thing, Y/N. Just like an opponent would."

You swallow dryly, but murmur in understanding, walking over to sit in the armchair that Agatha seems to have left ready for you.

She turns around, and takes the seat in front of you. With a flick of her fingers, one of the books on the bookshelves in the room comes flying toward her, floating in the air, open at eye level.

She grumbles softly as she reads, probably checking the spells correctly, and then the book closes and returns to the bookshelf.

"In a fight, a wizard's mind can be their greatest enemy, Miss Stark." She begins, rolling up her sleeves, and you hold your breath in anticipation. "That's why you need to protect yours as best you can."

"Professor Erik taught me a few things." You mutter, but Agatha raises her eyebrow in disbelief, and you are almost offended. "Hey, I'm not that helpless."

"Is that what you think?" She challenges. "Look closer."

You frown in confusion, and try to understand what she means.

Then you notice the other figure in the corner of the room and almost jump out of your chair.

An illusion, Agatha never sat next to you, and she disappears the same second you noticed her.

"What the fuck....?"

"Illusions, Miss Stark, will be the least of your problems if the dark lord has access to your mind." Agatha warns as she moves from the shadows of the room, her hands folded on her belly, looking at you, who was still in shock from the last trick. "But I will teach you to recognize and escape false images first."

The first lesson is not easy.

Honestly, it is so exhausting that by the time Agatha frees you, you are stumbling sleepily to your room.

You fall into bed still in your study clothes, and are almost closing your eyes when Wanda walks in.

"Hey, sweetheart, aren't you going to dinner?" She asks, but you don't even open your eyes, muttering that you were going to sleep.

Wanda walks over to you, gives you a kiss on the cheek, and turns out the lights.

//-//-//

It takes another three weeks for something to happen.

Technically, a lot has actually happened.

You have learned to break illusions, create them, protect your mind from mid-level invaders, lie in a way that rings true in your mind and fools any invader.

Agatha won't admit it, but you are a very talented Occlumens.

And Wanda, is quite the opposite of that.

Charles often comments that maybe it's the power of scarlet magic, but he''s never seen someone who could manipulate the mind of others so easily. Not since Agatha, and the witch makes a sarcastic remark, but has a proud smile as she goes out to harvest carrots.

Where you are expert at protecting the mind, Wanda is at attacking it.

She doesn't have the same strength as you in blocking Agatha, but you can't invade anyone's mind without putting in a lot of effort.

"I think it's an interesting thing, actually. " Charles comments next to you, in the fourth week of studying mind magic, with the four of you sitting in the room, and Agatha in the armchair in front of you, while you have your wand raised and try to get into her thoughts. "You balance each other perfectly, you know? Y/N can protect your mind while you attack, Wanda. It's quite useful."

"Great observation, Charles." Agatha congratulates impressed, not seeming to have any difficulty blocking you even while talking to someone else.

"Does that mean I can get inside your head through her magic?" Wanda deduces in curiosity, but didn't expect anyone to confirm, her eyes glowing red and connecting with your mind.

You choke, firming your touch on your wand, and because you were already trying the spell, you manage to get into Agatha's mind without any problems with Wanda’s magic.

A small girl is running down a hallway; it's Hogwarts.

"Freak!" " Weirdo!" are the whispers of the crowds of children she is passing through.

And then the whispers change to "watch out, she's the principal' daughter" "I heard she killed that Ravenclaw boy"

A mirror. Agatha must be sixteen now, she looks young. She stares at her reflection, and then punches the glass.

"You are a disgrace to this family." A woman says in front of her as the memory fades to another, looking at her with contempt. "A scandal like this. Our coven will recommend your expulsion."

"I never wanted to be a part of this, Mama!" Agatha exclaims in a mixture of anger and hurt. "I hate those old backward women, I want to learn everything I can and -"

The slap is loud. "Rules exist to keep everyone safe, Agatha. You're too selfish to realize that."

It gets faster, the flashes. You watch Agatha grow up, study in hiding, kiss a girl behind the candy store who pushes her away when the older schoolmates laugh, you listen to the cruel comments, watch her buy the cottage, meet new people, and many colored lights, the spells she has already cast blending throughout the memories.

"Please, daughter, forgive me" She pleads in a crying voice, but Natalya looks at her with contempt. "I will do the right thing this time, please, I-"

"Swear it."

You see a flash of the day she took the perpetual vow, her hands entwined with her daughter, and then you see more quick flashes of lost moments, until you focus on the day she was alone in Magda's house again, her hand on the cheek of baby Wanda, now asleep.

"Forgive me, I have failed again."

The memory shifts, you watch Erik crying at a memorial service, many other people dressed in black beside him.

She talked to Erik about the girl, asking if he had noticed anything strange.

Visiting a mansion, your home. You see yourself, about five or six years old, playing in the backyard with your brother, the emaciated image of your father talking to her in a low tone, delivering a letter.

More unclear flashes.

Agatha writing the acceptance letters from the school that year, the name Wanda Maximoff emblazoned on the paper.

The day Wanda and Pietro enter Hogwarts, Agatha rummaging back into her old journals and books.

Agatha starts to resist then. You see two more flashes of class, before she pushes you and Wanda out of her thoughts, and you choke breathlessly, stumbling away.

The teacher gets up quickly, aggressively throwing herself at you two, and you cover Wanda with your body immediately, but she calms down, because Charles puts his arm around her waist.

"Agatha, breathe." He asks softly, and she seems to come to her senses, shaking her head, and casting an almost embarrassed look at you, before muttering apologies and leaving the room.

You and Wanda are wide-eyed, in shock at all you have seen for long seconds, as Charles sighs and moves to organize the books you had messed up when the lesson began.

"She's going to need some time." He says turning to give you a tender smile. "But don't worry, I can continue the lessons with you two. For now, I suggest a cup of tea to everyone, and we can continue tomorrow."

"S-sure, that sounds great." You mumble awkwardly, turning your face to Wanda, who looks troubled. "Everything okay?" You whisper to her, and she forces a smile, nodding.

You won't push it, so you even squeeze her hand gently before following Charles into the kitchen for tea.

//-//-//-//-//

Agatha doesn't leave her room for six whole days.

Charles just says that she is tired, and brings her meals.

You only study next to Wanda; it's not as if you can feel guilty about something she has done to you so many times.

And then, as if no time has passed, the former headmistress comes into the kitchen in travel clothes, while you are eating lunch.

"Good morning?" You exclaim in surprise, and the teacher only murmurs with a nod, picking up an apple from the fruit tray and turning toward the front door.

You exchange a confused look with Wanda before the two of you quickly stand up.

"Agatha, where are you...?"

"Hogwarts." She replies without stopping walking, as you follow her down the hallway to the exit. "Stephen has hidden the darkhold in the spiritual plane of the castle. I'll get it, and read it to Miss Maximoff as promised."

"I-" Wanda starts half uncertain, but Agatha gestures quickly.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." She clarifies. "We'll need him to perform the ritual as well. Please help Charles with the house, and if possible don't damage my vegetables."

And on the porch, she apparated.

You and Wanda stared at the empty space for a long moment.

"What just happened?" You mutter.

"Did our spell drive her insane?" She retorts back, and you sigh, turning to go back inside, and close the door, Wanda following you inside.

"I have no idea." You say. "Let's let Charles know she's gone, and try to keep him from blowing up other cauldrons while she's out."

//-//-//-//-////-//-//-//-//

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