#agatha x Jen

[royalarmyofoz]

[bestwitchsam]

Sasheer Zamata as Jennifer Kale behind the scenes of #AgathaAllAlong

(via elebreee | IG)

[ygbrico]

These pictures feed my Agatha x Jen delusions.

[caramelloss]

why is agatha talking to jen like she's talking her through it.. it's giving exes

[senhorita-girassol]

Jen looks beautiful in the new videos. Seeing her with that rope in her hands while calling Agahta... left me with images in my mind, ok, maybe I need a fanfic about the two of them.

[agathasstrap]

"a deity of your own." ~ a.h & r.v

pairing — agatha harkness/rio vidal„ agatha harkness/jennifer kale (slightly)

summary — agatha harkness is no stranger to death, but it seems death may be a stranger to her. for her entire life, she's been haunted by this deity, this divine presence that she cannot shake. finally, she can see her. she knows the face of her ghost, of her deity.

content warnings — angst, slowburn, yearning, violence, death.

word/chapter count — 2.5k & (1/5)

It was twenty-eighteen, a year that lacked in interest. Nothing was more than it seemed; the world was stuck in an endless system of depression. There was nothing grand, nothing titillating. There was just lack. No spark. No solitude. No movement. The world was caught. Standing still. Dead in its tracks.

She stood firm with it.. or rather in this case, sat.

She was sitting on a mahogany stool. Her eyes were shut and her face was held up by the open palm of her hand, which extended to an elbow planted atop a marble bar. A white shirt, with buttons that trailed down the middle. Black slacks that would've been dragging as she walked if she hadn't worn her dark red heels. Some people say your shoes should match your outfit.. she had red earrings on. Did that count?

A man behind the bar slid a piece of paper next to the seemingly asleep woman. It was the ticket for the drinks she had consumed. The tender thought about waking her up, unsure if she would ever open her eyes again.

His attention was caught by a loud voice, and he walked away.

The woman at the bar did not move.

Her brown hair was curled, tangled at the ends. She looked like the world had chewed her up and spit her out. The bags under her eyes added to this, and the cracked skin of her lips worked against her favor.

For what felt like forever, she was still as she sat atop the mahogany stool. She was at peace. Tranquil.

But nothing lasts forever.

The hair on the back of her neck began to stand up. Her eyes flushed open.

Her glaze shot straight to the doors of the bar. A woman was there, staring at her. She had brown hair.

In the woman's hand was a cigarette, which she now took a puff off of. Her lips curved into a smirk, one directed clearly to the dark haired woman on the mahogany barstool.

She stood. Her eyes closed again. And then they opened.

The mysterious woman was gone.

Agatha pushed a sole piece of hair behind her ear and her eyes darted around, trying to find the smoking brunette. She could feel that she was gone, but she wanted to be sure.

Her relief was imminent when the woman was no where to be found.

She sighed, grabbing onto the strap of her purse and throwing it over her shoulder. The bartender opened his mouth to remind her of her ticket, and her fingers drew in. Purple shot from them, it seemed like no one else noticed. The bartender had been instantly busy with other customers, and it was like Agatha Harkness had never even sat at that bar. Like she had never been completely still atop the mahogany stool.

Days later the witch found herself stuck in traffic. She was aggravated at the stupidity of non-magical beings. She thought it was moronic for the color of a light to determine when someone should drive, and she found it even more bizarre that those without magic just accepted this way of life. Though, of course, she recognized it must be hard to challenge an idea or construct that had been in place for so long.

Thinking of the modernist ways of the world now made her reminisce upon the ancient times. Oh how the world had changed, and oh how it had still remained.

Agatha's eyes searched for the light, checking again to see if it had changed. She was manning the second car in the line of automobiles. To her dismay, the light seemed to be tranced in its red.

She figured she must've been stuck at that red light for at least 10 minutes. It was unusual to be caught for that long. . maybe there had been a crash? Agatha thought it was possible, but her logic reminded her that the lights don't change schedule per collisions.

When it had finally turned green, she smirked and clicked her tongue to her teeth. Her hands found their positions on the wheel again, and her foot met the accelerator. Just as she applied pressure to the control, something in her peripheral view caught her eye. As her car took off, her head jerked to the left, followed by many blinks, just to confirm that she wasn't seeing things. It was the same woman from the bar.

This time she stood with her arms crossed and her eyes fixated on Agatha. This sent chills to the brunette driving the car, and she shook her head, turning back to face the road. Whoever this woman was, she was relentless. Agatha thought it was a vengeance seeker from a coven she may have killed off, but she couldn't be sure.

Those eyes, though, they haunted her. Since she saw them in the bar, her dreams had become infected by the curious irises. She was certain she had seen them before, but she couldn't put her finger on where.

It had been a week since the brunette had been to the bar, and Agatha was tired of the constant racing her head did to try to figure out the woman who was haunting her, she wanted to escape it. As much as this stranger made her feel a conflicting sense of comfort, it was torture to know her body and her face but not her name. It just so happens that her friend, Jillian, had a birthday get together in a few hours.

The witch smiled as she looked her outfit over in the mirror. She had on a black pencil skirt and black button down shirt on. It was paired with a grey vest, which matched her grey and red heels. Her hair was loose, wild and untamed. She squinted, trying to determine what to change. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder, smirking at the end result.

The drive to the city wasn't too long, it took maybe half an hour. As she rounded the corner of a street, she decided she would not think of the woman once. She would focus on the people in front of her.

It truly was a miracle that Agatha Harkness had friends, much less, non-evil friends. Jillian had always seen the good in her. It had been some time since she had taken a life. Maybe it was because of the new people she had become friends with.

Deep down, though, she knew it had little to do with them, and everything to do with her son.

She parked her vehicle. Decidedly, she left her purse in the glove compartment.

As she stepped into the bar, she took in her surroundings. She had never been to this specific bar before. It was very earthy. There were vines everywhere, fake ones of course, the ambience was very natural.. something you'd expect to see in a greenhouse. She didn't like nature, nor the earthy feel. It reminded her of green witches. She hated green witches. That was the only witch she hadn't killed yet.. the only outlier. They were ever so slightly more powerful than her, so it wasn't like she didn't WANT to kill a green witch. That power would be so strong, it would fuel her. Just thinking of that power she could drain, it made her bite her lip and sigh.

She knew though, that she should be making her way to the collection of witches there for Jillian's birthday. Agatha figured there would be some sort of reaction to her being there, especially because she was so renowned for being a witch killer.

As she walked towards the group who was facing Jillian's husband, Micheal, she noticed a certain someone who she was familiar with, a potions witch, to be exact.

She thought of turning around and leaving. The thought struck her, the one that stood on why Jill would invite her former partner.. but she also realized that Jillian had other friends that knew her.

Against her better judgement, Agatha sat down at the table. She huffed, her eyes glancing over the curvy unmistakable figure of her ex girlfriend. Jennifer was looking at her already. Their eyes met in a flash, and Agatha smirked, raising an eyebrow. The woman scoffed and looked away, her face purified with disgust and hatred.

It pleased the older witch to know that she caused annoyance to Jen, but of course, behind that notion, she also just wanted to speak to her.

The night went on with not much else, there was music, presents, and speeches. Everyone loved Jillian, she was a natural beauty to any audience she had. People worshipped her.

Jillian was Agatha Harkness' opposite. People cowered within even miles of Harkness. She was known to most of witchkind for her succubus powers, those that drained other witches of their power; and eventually their lives. The brunette enjoyed being feared, but it came at the price of being loved. You couldn't have everything, after all.

Or maybe you could, and maybe Agatha just needed something to make her feel as though she was just another victim of an unfortunate saying.

When everyone else at the table had given their toast to the birthday girl, heads turned to Agatha. Some of the people that knew her just from her face seemed to quiver, and the others that didn't know exactly whom she was looked in her direction with a hint of curiosity. Jen rolled her eyes and a sharp comment was thrown at Agatha.

"She doesn't give toasts. You all might as well hold on to your witch hats and get back to your martinis and memories."

The purple witch's eyes locked themselves onto Jennifer's face.

"Actually, I happen to have a little something up my sleeve."

Jen scoffed, and the brunette smirked, clicking her tongue to her teeth. She leaned back into the chair she sat in, a smile now creeping onto her lips.

"Jillian," she said, shaking her head within the midst of her pause, "poor Jillian."

The divination witch's smile fell, and she tilted her head at Agatha's words. Agatha's body leaned back up, and she stood, picking up a glass of champagne in her hand. She chuckled, stepping up onto the chair. Now the entirety of the restaurant's guests looked to her.

"You are no witch." She sipped her champagne down and dropped the empty glass down to the floor. People gasped, but Jennifer had a smug look on her face, biting her lip at the entertainment.

"You're no one. You waste away your life, your power, for love. What a fool." Another pause occurred, and Jillian's face turned from curiosity to anger.

"My mother, Jill," she chuckled, "my mother was a bitch. She wanted me to be 'normal.' She knew I harbored great power.. and she tried to execute me because of that. She wanted me to be like you. She wanted me to be infatuated with non-magical aspects of life, like love, or children, or even a home! And I was never that witch. I was never basic, and pitiful." Agatha cackled, especially at the hands which were now glaring a yellow glow. "You're pathetic. You care not for the glory, for the power you could give to yourself. If you hadn't been so selfless, you could've made a name for yourself, Jillian. Even now, we sit at this bar, celebrating something that does not matter. You are worthless, well, as far as magic goes. Your magic is dull, you've wasted away.."

The purple witch's lips fell into a pout, and she cackled again.

"Poor little.. Jill."

Jillian's hands pulled back, and yellow shot from them. Bystanders retracted from the scene, mouths open. They watched as Jillian blasted Agatha with her magic, as she attempted to kill her.

Agatha laughed, amused. Her smile grew, and she began to drain the air witch's power. Her life began to diminish, her body began to shrivel.

Jennifer looked away, shaking her head at the sight. There was nothing anyone could do.

Within minutes, Jillian had been drained. She was dead. Her body fell to the wooden floor of the bar, and many of the watchers were in tears. Agatha chuckled, as the final bits of yellow turned purple in her palm.

She flipped her hair over her shoulders, biting her lip. She glanced at Jen, who was still facing the other way. She knew the potions witch would be coming to insult her that night, so she stepped down from the chair and pursed her lips together.

The other woman turned slightly, staring at Agatha in dismay. Agatha winked, before making her retreat. The witches and non-witches around her were squirming with fear, and Agatha felt pride in that.

She opened the door to the bar, stepping out of the establishment. A long sigh escaped her body, and she looked back at the building. Her feet set in motion, bringing her towards her car. When she reached the handle of the door, she dropped the keys.

There she was.. on the other side of the car, even with her body.

Agatha's eyes locked onto the eyes of the stalker. The eye contact did not falter once. She received a small tilt of the head by the brunette, and the purple witch had opened her mouth to speak.

She was interrupted as the woman began to change, her face became bones, her figure was now hooded. The presence of this woman now made all else cold. Agatha felt a shiver run down her spine, and she looked the haunting woman up and down. Their gaze was still connected.

The purple witch bit her lip, and her breathing became erratic. She felt her heart start to race, and her chest was overwhelmed with a painful sensation.

The woman in front of her had lifted her hand, which was skeletal. In it, there was a small heart shaped bundle of roots. She squeezed the heart, and as she did, Agatha's chest got tighter.

She yelped in pain, grabbing and clawing at her upper torso.

The woman began to crush the heart, and Agatha fell to her knees, scratching at her chest, where her heart was. She whimpered, her eyes finally shutting tight. As they closed, the pain retreated. She could breathe again, and she was doing so heavily. Tears were running down her cheeks, and she groaned at the soreness of her chest.

Jennifer yelled her name, rushing up to the sight of Agatha on her knees, panting, and in pain.

Jen drove her home, cradled her, and used a potion to help her to sleep.

Agatha felt at peace, felt safe, with Jennifer by her side. She wrapped her arm around the witch, who lay asleep in her bed. The two women were together, asleep, and seemingly peacefully so.

Yet, in the dreams, or maybe the nightmares of Agatha Harkness' mind.. that strange woman.. that.. deity, well, she remained.

[sapphossparenoterbook]

Succubi

Agatha Harkness x Jennifer Kale, minor Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

For @hannah-0730!! I hope you like it, I tried to stick to your original post as much as possible!

For anyone interested, the original post is here

Agatha has lived a long, long life, which is why she has had thousands upon thousands of fake identities to protect her actual identity. She had thought, of course, that nobody had ever caught on to the fact that she has been at many historical events, and had a few slightly less important events crafted around her. That’s why she’s so stunted when Billy suddenly asks:

“Agatha? Is it true that you’re Jolene? Like… THE Jolene, from the Dolly Parton song?” 

Suddenly, memories from her life in the 70’s take hold, and she phases out thinking about how she had actually been intending to seduce Dolly and not her stupid, ugly boyfriend or whatever they were at that point. She’d earned a slap for that, and Rio had pretty much instantly known who the song was about, and it caused them to have another few years of affairs again. That was very fun, Rio gets sexy when she’s jealous…

Suddenly, Agatha’s trip down memory lane is rudely abrupt by the annoying, snarky drawl of Jennifer Kale. If it wasn’t for her running her mouth all the time, she’d be hot as fuck–no, she is definitely still hot as fuck, but she’d be even more so. 

“Billy, don’t be stupid, why would anyone like Agatha enough to mumble her pseudonym in his sleep– and why would Dolly Parton be intimidated enough to write a song about that old hag, of all people!” 

Agatha is using her magic before she even clocks what she’s doing, but she’s sick and tired of Jen running her mouth and getting no consequence for it, and it won’t exactly hurt the other woman in any way. 

“Something people don’t know about me…” Agatha says, stopping the group and moving so that she stands in front of Jen, slowly moving forward so that they’re chest to chest, her magic flaring out and manipulating the other witch into being much easier to seduce. 

“... is that I can be quite persuasive, when I wanna be, Jen” she draws out the second half of the sentence, letting her voice go deeper and more husky than usual, bringing her hand up to gently grab at Jen’s chin, and force her to stare directly into Agatha’s eyes. Jen gulps, and her eyes slightly widened, something Agatha can only notice from so close up. 

“Do you understand, Jen? Maybe you see where I'm coming from?” She asks, letting her thumb gently rub at the prominent bone of Jen’s jaw. 

Jen lets out a quiet squeak, or a squeal? And then she whispers out her response, “...yeah, I think so…” And Agatha can’t help the smirk she gives off when Jen’s head slightly starts to lean into her hand, and then Jen starts leaning in, slowly but definitely, and she closes her eyes and shudders when when Agatha instead leans over to her ear, “Aww, look at how quickly you broke, honey! Do you want some attention, is that it? Is that why you’re so grumpy and mean all the time, you just want love and attention,hm?” She speaks mockingly, but Jen definitely loves it, letting out another little squeak that this time is most definitely a moan. Jen leans in for another kiss, and Agatha teasingly pulls back again, and in the corner of her eye she sees Lilia cover Billy’s eyes as Jen whines and leans in quite quickly this time, and brings her into a kiss. 

It’s searing; desperate, and quite clear that Jen is definitely feeling the effects of her succubus powers–good. Agatha feels a sick and slightly twisted pleasure in being able to manipulate Jen this way, and takes control of the kiss, slipping her tongue into Jen’s mouth and kissing her deeper. 

At the sound of Jen letting off another moan, Agatha feels hands on her shoulders, forcefully ripping her away from Jen, and she turns with a huff to face–Rio. 

Rio, looking sexy and angry, and barely hiding both of those under a weak mask of control. “Agatha!” She shouts, the same tone for if she was telling off a naughty dog, “You’re wasting your powers! You need that energy!” Agatha can’t resist just rolling her eyes and attempting to push past Rio, but without the full strength of her powers, Rio easily stops her from getting away. “Stop being so bratty–what if there is an emergency, and you can't help anyone because you wanted to make Jen horny to piss her off? Huh?!” 

Agatha huffs again, side-eying Jen who is most definitely horny… her face is flushed and she’s got a slightly far away look in her eyes as she stares over at Agatha with none of the irritation and hatred her gaze usually holds when directed at the purple witch. 

“It was an emergency. She doubted my skills, and I needed to prove her wrong.”

“You know what I meant, Agatha! God!” She says, and huffs, barely hiding her jealousy. “An actual fucking emergency!” Agatha giggles, and glances at Jen once again, who is so clearly needy, and when Agatha and Rio return to walking down the road, she follows like a lost puppy. Lilia full on belly laughs at her, and Billy looks absolutely fucking disgusted at what just happened. And most definitely scarred for life. 

Rio occasionally throws some glares over her shoulder at Jen, and pulls Agatha closer to her whenever Jen looks back up at them. Totally not jealous!

[hannah-0730]

Are there any Agatha x Lilia fics out there?? I’m just wondering cause you can’t tell me that Agatha didn’t think about having sex with every single person on that road (minus Billy obvs) and you also can’t tell me that her and Jen never had hate sex. Their dynamic gives off the energy that they’ve spent centuries annoying each other to the point of just fucking to let off steam. There’s also no way she never wondered what Lilia’s deal was and if she would finally have someone to top her for once if she tried to seduce her 😂

[royalarmyofoz]

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.08

[jelestes]

can i just say that i lowkey vibed way more with agathajen than agathario? nothing personal i just can’t get past aubrey plaza’s acting style (i watched too much parks and rec as a teen, all i see april ludgate and april ludgate only) i’m glad (and sad, iykyk) for agathario but agathajen oh my… they had me on a chokehold.

[ygbrico]

That’s it. I’m making a one shot where Agatha invites Jen over earlier than anyone else in ep 2 and they argue and fuck nasty.

[caramelloss]

i want to write agatha-jen smut so bad

[scarletemeraldpurple]

THE UNBINDING RITUAL LMAO

[sapphicmarvel-bishop]

Teen: apparently me jokingly saying 'god everyone is gay here' became true.

Rio and Agatha:

Jen and Alice:

Teen: and then we have Lilia. She's doing her own thing. I think she has a wife at home.

[agathasc0ven]

parks and rec out of context, agatha all along edition, april and jen's version.

april and jen could've been the most chaotic team ever.

[agathasstrap]

Hi! I'm Callie, and I'm writing a fanfic/writing piece deal right now. I just wanted to see how many people are maybe interested in the fanfic? Also, if you read this summary and would like to be tagged when I post it, please reblog or comment! Thank you my loves <3 I'll appreciate any feedback

So this is how it goes;

Agatha is being haunted by a stranger, yet this stranger feels more familiar than the people she's been close to. For a week she's followed by this woman, she sees her in her dreams and in her nightmares. Agatha's friend Jillian, a divination witch of note, invited her for her birthday celebration. There, she decides to ignore the haunting, she focuses on the witches around her. Especially on one particular witch, Jennifer kale. It was no secret that the two had history, and it was no surprise when Agatha and Jen went home together that night. The surprise came later, in the midst of heated kisses, when Agatha saw the woman who had been haunting her. It was almost like a hallucination, she saw that the woman she was kissing was in fact not her rival/ex lover, but a green witch. The one kind of witch Agatha harkness despised, to be exact. This green witch specifically was more powerful than she had ever known. There was something divine about her. Agatha felt a calling inside of her heart, something that spoke to her and told her this stranger's name. She jumped back from her encounter with Jen and yelled it, "Rio, her name is Rio." But this left the potions witch speechless, and angry. She had known Agatha had many lovers, being a century old witch, it was bound to be the truth, but she didn't expect to be called by one of her past encounters during their intimate moment. Jen left Agatha's house in a rage, knocking over Agatha's vase with flowers, and leaving snarky comments for her. Agatha tried to use her magic to hex Jen for being a bitch, but decided to save her power. That night, with Agatha in the bath, the green witch appeared again. Finally close enough for Agatha to touch, and to talk to. This green witch had many surprises up her sleeve, and it was up to Agatha to figure out exactly what they were; and more importantly, what she wanted.

a little warning:

I'm going to be including smut in this fic, it is coming out to be around like 3k-4k words? I'm sorry for any English mistakes, it is not my first language! Please let me know if you're interested in this being put out into the world, I would really love it <3