#alice has mail

[adecila]

Has “for the cameras” been discontinued? 🥺

No, darling, I just girl bossed too close to the sun, and I became so important at my day job that since November last year, I couldn’t have any hobbies because I didn't have any free time 😂

The good news is that my big project is done and results were amazing. Now I just came back from a month long holiday, so I am finally working on FTC. It will come (hopefully soon)!

[youre-ackermine]

Happy Birthday, Lovely Val 🥳

I wish you much happiness on this day and all others! May the world around you always mirror the kindness that you spread! Love you 😘❤️

Thank you so much lovely Alice 😘

It's been a really good day & night with my friends!!

Love you lots 🫶

[sivyera]

TWILIGHT characters as love tropes

ft. carlise, esme, emmet, rosalie, edward, jasper, alice, jacob, seth, leah, paul, charlie, bella

a/n: with songs to each character

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⤷ Carlisle Cullen - rich love

Carlisle is a very rich man which means he will spoil you a lot. Not only with expensive gifts but also with a lot of attention and affection.

Every time when he gets home from work, he welcomes you with a kiss and warm hug.

When he has a day off, he will cook with you (even tho he cannot eat it, it's just about the time he can spend with you) or you will lay on his lap with his hand stroking your hair and book in his other hand, reading to you.

Every Friday he will take you to a fancy restaurant and than for a slow walk around the nearest park.

On your birthday or on International Women's Day (or any other 'special' day) he will spoil you even more than on normal days. Expensive jewelry, perfumes, clothes, shoes,...

He will bring you flowers at least once every two weeks. And every July he will take you on vacation and you can choose where.

Lolita - Lana Del Rey

⤷ Esme Cullen - falling in love fast

Esme is such a kind soul so it's no surprise that you two fell in love with each other fast.

She will take you on a date every Saturday. Mostly coffee dates are her favourite. The two of you can talk for hours while drinking delicious coffee.

She will also enjoy baking with you (even tho she cannot eat/taste them)

She has many polaroids with you on them or with the both of you on them and has them hang in her closet or the small table beside her bed.

She loves when you paint her nails and massage her legs and she will always return the favor.

She loves sunny days but because she's a vampire and her skin sparkle on the sun, she cannot go out where people can see her, BUT she can go somewhere private like meadow or forest where you two can be alone and on the sun!

Sofia - Clairo

⤷ Emmett Cullen - he fell first and harder

Emmett was absolutely over the moon when you two started dating, because he knew from the start that you two are just meant to be.

He loves, loves, LOVES when you sit on his lap. He doesn't care if you are stroking his hair or doing make-up on him, he just want you in his lap, so he can embrace you with his big arms and muscular body.

He'll dance goofily around the bedroom with you to some catchy hip-hop songs he has found.

He loves cuddling with you especially when he can be the big spoon, because he likes how tiny you're compared to him.

Matching pyjamas and make polaroids in those pyjamas, which happens to be one of his favourite memory and polaroids.

He doesn't really like reading books but he always wants you to read to him, because he loves your voice.

She's Kinda Hot - 5 Seconds of Summer

⤷ Rosalie Cullen/Hale - you fell first but she fell harder

Rosalie has trust issues and trauma because of her past so she wouldn't fall in love easily nor fast, but trust me when she does fall in love; she loves hard.

She loves having spa day with you which includes face masks, painting nails, shared warm bath and much more.

She will take you to the mail shopping almost every day and will buy you everything you look at.

She doesn't like much PDA but she will hold your hand in public but if she gets jealous, she will show the person she's jealous off who you belong to.

She doesn't show it to others just you, but she loves cuddles. She loves when you lay next to her, face to face so she can see your beautiful face.

She's also very protective over you, so if any guy or a girl makes you feel uncomfortable (or unsafe), tell her and she will make sure they won't approach you ever again.

Prey - The Neighbourhood

⤷ Edward Cullen - first and only love

Edward waited so many years for you, but it was worth it because he finally got you.

He loves when you kiss his forehead even tho he has to lean down because of your height difference, it makes him feel safe. Still his favourite place to kiss you is on your lips.

Edward will write poets for you and about you on small piece of paper and then put them somewhere in your room where you will notice them like your closet or on your book, laptop, notebook, pillow,...and he will bring you your favorite flowers right after the previous ones he gave you have withered.

He will also write songs about you (or for you) and then play them to you on the piano. Which he absolutely loves because you sit right next to him and look at him with those beautiful eyes of yours full of love. Edward cannot read your mind but he can sure read your eyes, the small spark and the love in them when you look at him, he just loves it!

Loves cuddling with you, his favourite position is when you lay on his chest or when he's the big spoon, face to face or hugging you from behind.

He loves having deep talks with you and he'll tell you about his childhood or about the time he was born in.

Follow You - Imagine Dragons

⤷ Jasper Cullen/Hale - unconditional love

Jasper can be sometimes insecure just as much as Edward, they even have similar reasons... Jasper is afraid of him hurting you, he's afraid that he won't be able to control himself around you, but your words of affirmation and gently touch will calm him down.

Jasper doesn't talk much, he rather listens and he loves listens to you. It doesn't matter what you are talking about, he just loves your voice.

He will take you for a horse ride because he loved it back when he was a human and because he was a cowboy, but you two will have to share the horse because he wants your arms around him.

At first he was a bit scared of cuddling with you (again because of his control) but soon as your hand went to his hair, he melted. Both of you realized how touch starved he's so now cuddling is an everyday thing.

Jasper is a gentleman like Edward or Carlisle so he will also bring you flowers every even week.

He'll read to you to make you fall asleep, because his smooth voice is like a lullaby to you. But if Jasper feels that you are anxious, he will calm you down with his gift and than talk to you what made you anxious, eventually he will cuddle you.

R U Mine? - Artic Monkeys

⤷ Alice Cullen - any universe

Alice (because of her gift) always knew you were the one, her one and only true love. So when she first saw you, she couldn't help but babbling to her adoptive siblings all day how amazing you are and how she's already in love with you.

She'll go to the mail with you and make small fashion show with you in the cabins with all the cute outfits she found for you and you for her.

She's mostly the small spoon (sometimes she is the big spoon but depends on the situation) while cuddling because she loves when you hold her in your arms and stroke her back.

Outside, in front of other people, she will always hold your whole arm, not just palm.

If you have trouble falling asleep, she will gladly sing to you while stroking your hair.

She'll buy matching clothes, jewerly or nail polish, because she loves when you two match your outfits or other accesories.

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

⤷ Jacob Black - whatever it takes

Jacob is willing to do anything and everything for you, his imprint. He will kill for you, he will die for you, he will do just everything.

Jacob can be sometimes insecure because he isn't that rich like the Cullens and he thinks you deserve someone who will treat you like a queen, so once again he's willing to prove you that he's worthy of your love.

He'll make you a small wolf and your favourite flower out of wood and attached it into a bracelet, which he will eventually give you to your birthday.

He's also a big cuddle bug, because he's so warm will make you comfortable enough to fall asleep. He's most of the time the big spoon because he feels like he's protecting you but he doesn't mind to be the little spoon. Cuddling also leaves his scent on you so every vampire or shape-shifter (wolf) can smell who you belong to.

He'll take you on motorcycle rides. Also he will drop you at your school on his motorcycle and then he will pick you up. Also he'll let you ride on his back while he's in his wolf form.

Jacob doesn't like fancy restaurants, he prefers his or your bed with some snacks and movies, cuddling of course!

Galway Girl - Ed Sheeran

⤷  Seth Clearwater - love at first sight

Seth hoped that he will met his imprint someday and he heard from the others how amazing the feeling is to imprint on someone, but no one really prepared him to him because when he first saw you, your beauty hit him like a brick. And he finally understood the feeling because all he could see was you...

Seth will make sure you are always in a good mood with him, either he could tell you some stupid joke or cheesy pick-up line.

He maybe look like a cute baby but don't let his cute face fool you because he won't hesitate to kill for you, so it makes him really protective over you.

In his wolf form he's like a big puppy but only to you and he loves giving you piggy back rides in his wolf form.

Cuddling really depends on his mood; if he's in good mood he will be the little spoon with his head placed on your lap; if he's in a bad mood (mostly when he's jealous) he'll be the big spoon to show others that he can protect you.

He loves baking with you but he's clueless so he will just stand there and watch you or mix some ingredients, often sneaks up a kiss on the cheek while baking.

Dandelions - Ruth B.

⤷  Leah Clearwater - enemies to lovers

At first Leah hated the fact that she actually had a imprint, so she would try to stay away from you as much as possible and when she couldn't; she would have some nasty comments towards you, but it hurt her as hell when she saw how sad she made you or worst insecure.

She tried hard to stay away from you but she failed, miserably. She needed you, she needed to be with you, so she will explain everything to you same as she would apologize for her acting.

Very protective of you, anyone could just try and test her patience.

At first she wouldn't want you to be near her while she was in her wolf form because she was much bigger and stronger so she was afraid that she could hurt you, but she became a sucker for scratches behind her ear.

Seth will often tease his big sister because she's really soft when it comes to you, which makes Leah give Seth few playful slaps.

When it comes to cuddling, Leah is the big spoon because she has the urge to protect you and being the big spoon makes her feel like she's protecting you in you sleep.

Running With The Wolves - AURORA

⤷  Paul Lahote - rough love

With the term 'rough love' i mean that Paul is passionate lover and is willing to do anything for his imprint, you.

Paul isn't very patient when it comes to people but you are an exception. Still he's aggressive when someone push his buttons but you are always here to drag him away and calm him down.

Just a single touch and Paul's full attention is on you. Which brings me to the fact that he turns into a puppy when you touch him, your touch is just to comforting.

He's the big spoon because he feels like he protects you and it makes his scent stay on you.

He can get jealous very easily, he trusts you but he doesn't trusts the others and he doesn't want any boys or girls too close to his imprint.

Loves everything you cook or bake and will always eat everything.

Overprotective, if any vampire even dare to touch you, he'll kill him.

Little Freak - Harry Styles

⤷ Charlie Swan - old love

Charlie is old school but still a huge gentleman.

He will bring you flowers every time you had a bad day and some chocolates when you had a good day to make it even better.

He loves watching old movies or crime/detective movies with you, with his arm around your shoulder.

When he has day off, you two will go on a picnic date which always ends up with you laying on his chest while he's telling you some stories from work.

Every time you bring him a lunch into his police office, he will welcome you with a warm, thankful smile and thank you with a kiss on your cheek.

He will protect you even more than before, when he finds out that there are vampires and werewolfs (shape-shifters).

Burning Love - Elvis Presley

⤷  Bella Swan - teenage love

Bella will be awkward and nervous when she first spoke to you, because you were just too beautiful to be real. But to her surprise she made you fall in love with her which made her so, so happy.

First attempts of trying to cuddle with her or just show her simple romantic affection were awkward because she was just to nervous, eventually she will warm up and feel more comfortable.

She find our that you touch calms her anxiety and nervousness so whenever she's nervous or anxious she will just hold your hand and squeeze it gently.

Charlie was very happy that his daughter found someone like you, which made Bella even more happy when she saw how you, the love of her life and her father get along.

Often having sleepovers at her house when Charlie has night shifts, which always leads to matching face masks and cuddles.

Kisses on the cheek are her favourite, because she can easily turn and give you small peck on your cheek and visa versa.

Electric Love - BØRNS 

[heliosunny]

Hi! I wasn’t sure if you’ve played the older genshin events/have an interest in him, but if you do could I request something for yan! Albedo? His long awaited return has been causing me crazy brainrot lol I’d love to hear your thoughts on him

Rest assured, I've been one of the players since the game's release and only stopped playing after Fontaine. It was a magical game back then, but I lost interest later on and dropped it. Hope u enjoy reading this!

Contractual Affection

Yandere!Albedo x Reader

Albedo sat in the dim glow of multiple screens, his sharp eyes scanning the profiles in front of him. His fingers tapped idly against his desk.

"This one."

The assistant beside him marked the chosen candidate.

You had heard the rumors.

The Kreideprinz Corporation paid exceptionally well—better than any other company in Teyvat. But there was a catch: employees never lasted long. Some said the work was grueling. Others whispered about the CEO’s particular standards.

Then, the real surprise came.

"You’ve also been selected as his partner in marriage."

Wait—what? You're here for work though.

Before you could protest, you were ushered into his office.

"I’ve been waiting for you." 

You checked the email notification on your phone again and again.

"Congratulations! You’ve been selected as the personal assistant to Chief Albedo Kreideprinz. Additionally, you are hereby formally engaged to him under a provisional contract."

You blinked. Then read it again.

…What? How did you miss the second line?

Sure, the job posting had mentioned "unconventional benefits" but this was not what you’d signed up for. You were thrilled to get the job, maybe that's why you didn't even bother to finish reading the mail.

Albedo’s office was pristine, much like the man himself. He didn’t even glance up when you stormed in, waving your phone like a white flag of confusion.

"There’s been a mistake!" you insisted. "I applied for a job, not an—an arranged marriage!"

Finally, he set down his pen. His gaze was glacial, but there was something beneath it—amusement? Annoyance?

"No mistake," he said. "It’s a temporary arrangement. My family has been… insistent."

Alice—his adoptive mother, a whirlwind of chaos, and Klee, his little sister (bless her explosive heart), had apparently decided that Albedo’s "workaholic iciness" was a cry for help. They’d misread his quiet dedication as loneliness.

"They believe I lack 'human warmth,'" he deadpanned. "This was their solution."

You crossed your arms. "So I’m your..."

"For appearances only. The salary, of course, will reflect the additional role."

…Well. That was a staggering number. And, not that it mattered, but Albedo was unfairly handsome.

"Fine," you sighed. "But no weird demands. We keep it professional."

"Naturally."

Breaking News! The announcement hit the tabloids: "Kreideprinz CEO ENGAGED to Mystery Partner!"

Speculations ran wild. But your identity remained sealed under airtight confidentiality—for your safety, the contract stated.

…Which meant you now had to dodge paparazzi, side-eye strangers in cafes, and resist the urge to throat-punch anyone who whispered, "I heard they’re a gold-digger."

The pressure was on.

Surprisingly… Albedo was chill about it.

He treated you with the same detached politeness as before, just with added "my dear" in front of the board members.

"This isn’t working," you admitted one evening, slumping into his office couch. "People think you hired an actor. Look at this."

You shoved your phone at him. A gossip forum’s top thread: "Albedo’s ‘partner’ = paid PR stunt??"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes! If this fails, your family will just set you up again. And I’d like to keep my lucrative job." You hesitated. "We should… go on dates. Public ones."

Albedo finally looked up from his notes.

"Very well. Dinner at La Lumière tomorrow."

You should’ve known the universe would punish you for trying to help.

The photo splashed across every gossip site by dawn: "Albedo’s Future spouse Caught in Scandalous Rendezvous!" The caption screamed betrayal, but the reality was pathetic. You’d just been asking an old friend for café recommendations while Albedo took a phone call.

You’d explained. He’d nodded calmly. "I trust you."

…Which somehow made it worse.

Now, holed up in his pristine townhouse (a temporary safety measure, he insisted), you stared at the latest headline: "Heartbroken Kreideprinz: Is the Engagement Doomed?"

You groaned into a couch cushion. "I’m going to strangle the press with their own camera straps."

knock knock knock.

Albedo hadn’t mentioned visitors. The paparazzi wouldn’t dare approach his private residence… right?

Cautiously, you peered through the door’s stained glass and saw a tiny figure in a red hat, bouncing on their toes.

You cracked the door open. "…Hello?"

"Hi!!" The girl beamed, clutching a backpack that rattled suspiciously. "I’m Klee! Big brother Albedo said I could visit, but.." She leaned in, whispering loudly, "he forgot, so you gotta let me in before the monsters find me!"

…What.

Five minutes in, you learned three things:

Klee was Albedo’s sister (and a walking explosion hazard).

She adored her brother (and was thrilled he "finally got a friend!").

She had the energy of a thousand suns (and zero respect for "boring adult rules").

By the time Albedo’s immaculate living room resembled a rainbow bomb site, crayon murals on the walls, Dodoco plushies staging a coup on the sofa, and something sticky on the ceiling, you were ready to collapse.

Klee, however, was just getting started.

"Watch this!!" She brandished a handful of glitter. "Sparkly Boom—"

"NO—" You lunged.

The door clicked open.

Albedo stood in the doorway, gaze sweeping over the chaos, the overturned furniture, the glue-streaked floor, Klee dangling from the chandelier (how?!) before landing on you.

"…I was gone for two hours."

Klee waved. "We bonded! Your friend's fun, Big brother Albedo!"

"Did you now?"

You thrust Klee toward Albedo like a live grenade.

"Here. Please."

He took her without comment, though his eyebrow twitched at the glitter smeared across his sleeve while you scrambled to salvage his ruined home.

"Leave it," he said, catching your wrist as you tried to scrub crayon off the wallpaper. "I’ve already called a cleaning service."

"You—what? Then why didn’t you—"

"You seemed… invested."

Was that amusement in his voice?

With the house uninhabitable and no food in sight (RIP, the exploded kitchen experiment Klee swore was a "snack"), the three of you fled to a quiet corner of Mondstadt’s tavern.

Peace, at last.

"Big brother Albedo," Klee chirped around a mouthful of sticky honey roast, "do you like your friend?"

You choked on your water.

"Of course."

"But like-like? Like how Mom likes Dad before he went poof?"

"Klee—"

"Because if you like-like them, you gotta hold hands! And kiss! And—"

"We are engaged." Albedo interjected smoothly. "That means I care for them deeply, and we’ll be together… indefinitely."

Klee squinted. "That’s boring. Prove it."

"It’s inappropriate to do such things in front of children."

"Liar." She puffed her cheeks. "Mom kisses people all the time in front of me!"

With terrifying calm, he turned to you.

"Apologies."

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Your face burned. Klee giggled. Albedo sipped his wine like nothing happened.

"Happy?" he asked Klee.

"Mmm… barely pass." She grinned at you.

You buried your face in your hands. "I hate both of you."

-----

The moment you stepped out of the shop, you knew something was wrong.

A man you’d never seen before suddenly blocked your path, grinning like a wolf who’d spotted easy prey. "Hey there, sweetheart. Fancy meeting you here."

You sidestepped, but he grabbed your wrist. "Come on, don’t be like that. Let’s chat—"

Camera flashes erupted.

Shit. You’d been set up.

The paparazzi lurked just out of reach, snapping photos of the "scandalous encounter" they’d orchestrated. Your pulse spiked—this would be everywhere by sundown.

"Remove your hand."

You didn’t even have to turn to know Albedo was there.

The man scoffed. "Or what? You gonna fight me over your little—"

Albedo’s fingers dug into the man’s shoulder, forcing him back with terrifying ease. "I won’t repeat myself."

The cameras went wild.

You expected him to drag you away. Instead, Albedo cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek where the stranger had nearly grazed you. "Are you hurt?"

You shook your head.

Then, in full view of the paparazzi, he pulled you close, one arm locking around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Let’s go home," he murmured, loud enough for the cameras to catch.

The crowd erupted.

Once the authorities dispersed the paparazzi, Albedo didn’t let go. His grip on your hand was just shy of painful, his strides too fast as he led you through backstreets.

"Albedo—"

"Quiet."

Only when you were safely inside his car did he finally look at you.

"It won’t happen again."

--Days before the actual selection--

The stack of personnel files sat neatly on Albedo’s desk, each one meticulously reviewed and annotated in his precise, angular script. He had no patience for incompetence, no interest in those who might disrupt the careful order of his work. And yet, when he reached your file, his pen hovered.

He didn’t believe in fate. But something about you, the way your credentials aligned so perfectly with his needs, made him pause.

A practical choice. He circled your name in red ink.

But just to be sure, he'll look up for more information.

At the time, it was nothing more than that.

He hadn’t expected you to be good with Klee.

Most people weren’t. Either they coddled her like glass or scolded her recklessness without understanding the sharp mind behind it.

You handed her bandages when she skinned her knees, humming distractedly as she chattered about her latest "experiment." You packed her lunches with the same precision you applied to his reports, slipping in a handwritten note now and then ("No sparkling bombs today, okay?").

And when Albedo worked through the night, he’d find a fresh pot of coffee at his elbow, a blanket draped over the back of his chair.

It shouldn’t have mattered.

-------

The sky had been clear when you left headquarters. Albedo remembered this distinctly because he had noted the weather in his daily log—72% humidity, minimal cloud coverage, optimal conditions for outdoor testing.

And yet, by mid-afternoon, the clouds rolled in like spilled ink.

He was reviewing soil samples when the first raindrops hit the windows. A flicker of movement caught his eye—you, darting across the courtyard below, arms raised uselessly over your head as the downpour soaked through your clothes in seconds.

A logical man would have returned to his work.

Albedo found himself at the door with his coat in hand before he'd fully processed the decision.

You nearly collided with him when you burst inside.

"Oh—!" You skidded to a halt, blinking water from your lashes. "I didn't think anyone was—"

"Take this." He thrust the coat at you.

"But you'll—"

"I dislike repeating myself."

"...Thank you."

He watched, inexplicably fascinated, as you shrugged it on. The sleeves swallowed your hands whole.

"You look ridiculous." 

You laughed, shaking rainwater from your hair. "Well, it's not like I had much choice. Unless you wanted me tracking mud through your—"

"The third floor lavatory has a hand dryer." He turned on his heel. "Try not to electrocute yourself."

You returned the coat folded neatly on his desk, still faintly damp at the cuffs.

Albedo picked it up. The scent hit him like a poorly calibrated reaction. His grip tightened.

Across the room, Klee bounced on her toes. "Big brother, are you listening? I said—"

"Later, Klee."

The coat went into his desk drawer.

---

A late night in the lab, the winter chill seeping through the windows. You rubbed your arms absently, fingers numb from sorting through stacks of his research notes.

A shadow fell over you, then the weight of his coat across your shoulders.

You startled. "I’m not—"

"You’re shivering." His fingers lingered at your collarbone, adjusting the lapel. "It’s inefficient."

The fabric was still warm from his body.

You didn’t have time to protest before he was back at his desk, scribbling equations like nothing happened.

Then there was this other time.

"You’ll freeze."

The winter wind howled through the streets as Albedo looped his scarf around your neck.

"I have my own—"

"Not thick enough." He tugged the wool tighter, his breath fogging in the air between you. 

When the paparazzi snapped photos of you wrapped in his colors, he didn’t correct the headlines.

"Kreideprinz’s Future Spouse Spotted in His Clothes!"

"Stay close."

Albedo’s hand settled at the small of your back as you navigated the ballroom. This was something you didn't expect to do. Dancing and all at a party.

"We agreed—no unnecessary contact in public."

"Mm." His thumb stroked your spine. "But that reporter from Fontaine has been staring. Credibility demands consistency."

Then his lips were at your ear, his teeth grazing the lobe.

You gasped.

"Paparazzi expect them at events like this." he murmured, pulling back to admire the mark blooming on your neck. 

Your face burned. "That’s..."

"Shall I add another?"

The office knew.

How could they not? Their boss is definitely not good at hiding his true intention.

But the worst part?

You were starting to like it.

The way his gloves caught in your hair when he "fixed" your hood. The weight of his coat. The thrill when he glared down people who dared to flirt.

----

It was just another ordinary day.

You were delivering a stack of reports to Albedo’s office when a loud crash from the hallway startled you. The papers in your hands slipped, scattering across the floor. With a sigh, you knelt to gather them, only to freeze when you realized what you were looking at.

A list of names.

His original selection of candidates.

Each one was meticulously annotated—appearance, qualifications, personality traits. All of them were stunning. All of them were brilliant.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

"Wow, look at these people. Gorgeous, talented.. Why am I even here? I should’ve quit ages ago." you joked, shuffling the papers back together.

You looked up.

Albedo stood in the doorway.

"You’re not leaving, are you?"

"I—It was a joke." you stammered, quickly standing.

He stepped forward, his fingers curling around your waist. "Humor is subjective. That wasn’t funny."

"I wasn’t serious."

Just as he leaned in, his lips parting to say something far from professional.

"OH MY, IS THIS A WEDDING ANNOUNCEMENT?!"

There she was—Alice, Albedo’s adoptive mother, back from her latest trip.

Her eyes darted between the two of you, Albedo’s hand still gripping your waist, your face burning crimson, and she grinned.

"Awwww! My little chalk prince finally found love!" she cooed, clapping her hands. "And you! You’re adorable! Oh, we have to start planning—"

Before you could even process, she had whipped out a detailed baby-naming guide from god knows where and was flipping through it excitedly.

"Hmm, if it’s a girl, ‘Lumine’ has a nice ring!"

You were mortified. Albedo, however, looked completely unbothered.

"Mother," he said calmly, "this is Y/N L/N."

"I KNOW! I SAW THE HEADLINES!" Alice squealed, grabbing your hands. "You’re staying for dinner. We’re celebrating! Klee! KLEE, GET IN HERE!!!"

The "celebration" lasted three full days—three days of Alice’s increasingly unhinged wedding plans, Klee’s sugar-fueled energy, and Albedo watching it all with the quiet amusement of a man who had already accepted his fate.

By the time you finally returned home (Alice having vanished mid-party with a "Be back in a year or five! Love you!"), you were exhausted.

Klee, somehow still buzzing with energy, had insisted on a "sleepover!"—which meant she now lay sprawled between you and Albedo in the bed, her tiny limbs taking up an unreasonable amount of space.

"Hey," Klee piped up, rolling onto her side to squint at you. "Hypothetically… if Big brother Albedo turned into a dragon and kidnapped you, would you be mad?"

"What?"

"Like, a big dragon. With scales and fire and stuff. And he carried you away to his super-secret dragon castle and said you could never leave." She grinned. "Would you stay?"

You shot a glance at Albedo, who was watching you with far too much interest.

"Well," you mused, playing along, "if he was nice about it… and maybe let me redecorate the dragon castle… I guess it wouldn’t be so bad."

Klee giggled. "He’d definitely be nice! He’d give you all the books you want and never let anyone else take you!"

Albedo’s fingers twitched against the sheets.

You yawned, your eyelids growing heavy. "Mmm… then sure. I’d stay."

Klee opened her mouth to ask another question, but before she could, you were already asleep.

Albedo waited until Klee’s breathing evened out—until she, too, finally succumbed to sleep, curled up like a little firework ready to explode at dawn.

Carefully, he shifted her to the side, tucking the blankets around her before turning his attention to you.

His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.

He had made the right choice.

Not just in selecting you, though that had been flawless in its own way, but in keeping you. In letting you carve a space into his life, his routines.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, murmuring something unintelligible.

The peace lasted exactly two hours.

The bedroom door burst open with enough force to rattle the walls.

"GOOD MORNING, FUTURE GRANDBABY FACTORY—"

Albedo’s arm shot out, catching Alice by the collar before she could leap onto the bed. Klee snorted in her sleep, rolling over like a tiny, bomb-happy burrito. You jolted upright, hair sticking in every direction.

"Mother," Albedo hissed through gritted teeth, "they’re sleeping."

Alice pouted. "But I have blueprints for a nursery! And a list of explosion-proof baby names!"

Without breaking eye contact, Albedo reached for his desk intercom. "Security."

As they hauled Alice away, her voice echoed down the hall:

"FINE! BUT I’M MAILING YOU THE CRIB ANYWAY—"

The door slammed.

You stared at Albedo.

Then, slowly, he pulled the blankets over your head.

"Five more minutes" he muttered.

----

You woke in a cold sweat, gasping.

"Albedo—Albedo—"

He was already awake, "Hm?"

"I just dreamt you were a dragon," you panted, "and you...you swallowed me whole—"

Albedo laughed. Not a polite chuckle, but a deep, unhinged sound that vibrated through his chest.

"That’s not funny!" you hissed, swatting his arm.

"It’s hilarious," he corrected, wiping his eye. "And biologically implausible. Unless," he added thoughtfully, "I shrunk you first."

You gaped at him.

He kissed your forehead. "Go back to sleep."

You did not.

[s9fti3]

Hey! would you write cullens x reader who has a step dad but reader and step dad don’t get along and argue all the time? it’s okay if not!

“Motherfucker.” You muttered under your breath as you kicked a rock in your way. You walking to the Cullen house after a fight with your stepdad, again. This time he went through your room, ransacking the place before finding “something” and getting you in trouble.

Not only that, but the dirtbag left you to clean the mess of your room that he made. You opened the door to the Cullen house and made your way upstairs to see Rosalie and Emmett sitting on the couch as they watched some old love movie. Hell, they probably were able to see it in theaters the year it came out.

“Woah, hey little lady! What’s going-” Emmett didn’t get a second word in before Rosalie elbowed him, giving him a look. Rosalie knew of your stepfather, knowing the hatred you had for him as well. She got up from the couch, making her way over to you as she dragged you to her room.

She knocked on the doors of Bella and Alice, making them follow along so you all could hang out in her room. You sat down on the bed that she actually had. It was odd that she had one since she didn’t sleep, yet her room looked like every dream room.

She walked over to her desk chair, Alice sitting next to you as Bella sat on the edge of the bed.

“Okay, so what did Mr. “I’m the boss” do now?” She asked as she started to file at her nail. You went on to explain the situation, Rosalie pausing to look up at you.

“No way! What did your mom say?” Alice asked, looking at you with furrowed brows. She took your hand in hers, gently massaging it as you spoke.

“She wasn’t even there, yet even if I did tell her she’d side with him like she always does!” You speak out, Bella looking over.

“I mean, I never had an actual problem with Phil, but there were times I fought with him before coming to Forks. I would sometimes burn his food just a bit when it was my time to cook.” She admitted, trying to make you feel a bit better and give you an idea on how to get revenge.

Honestly, you didn’t know. You rested your head in the palms of your hands, signing heavily as you did you best to think. What to do, what to do.

You could always have Emmett scare him just by his looks. Maybe have Edward read his mind then black mail him. Hell, even have Jasper control his mood to make him not such a dick. You didn’t know what, but you knew you need to pick or else you’d go insane.

[transboyswitchytales]

'A Minute From Home But I Feel So Far From It'

Agatha Harkness X Witch Reader x Rio Vidal

Reader get's a ring in the mail, a marriage contract that is soul binding. She puts it on and instantly knows, she's fucked up. Or has she?Agatha isn't exactly taking no for an answer, and neither is your coven!

Part 1 , Part 2

Mommy Kink/ Daddy Kink/ Jealousy/Possessive/ Found Family/Coven Feelings/Your Lilia's Daughter/Impregnation Kink/ Panic Attack Billy/18+/Hurt/comfort/NSFW/ Fluff /Anxious Depression in Reader/ Drinking / Mentions of Weed / Chronic Cuddling / Not good communication at all/ Smoking Cigarettes/ Bad Driving MDNI 18+

My Masterlist Story MasterList A03

'Air in my lungs

'Til the road begins

As the last of the bugs

Leave their homes again

And I'm splitting the road down the middle

For a minute, the world seemed so simple'

Noah Kahn’s voice blares through the speakers Rio had installed in your old pickup truck.

You roll carefree down the back roads. You keep moving the ring on your finger. You can’t move it off. It’s been a week. A week of Agatha showing up every day to be around you. She’s not asking for anything. She just keeps you company. Almost like a shadow stitched to Peter Pan. You try to fight it, but part of you really missed her near you. Agatha, this new Agatha.. She doesn’t touch like before, she still puts her hand on your shoulder or your lower back around the house. But you see her eyes linger on your lips, and then she stops herself. Like she’s holding back, like she’s waiting for you. 

Your family calls you a million times a day. Your phone is blowing up. Alice and Jen want you over all the time. You decline every invite for dinner or lunch. Your mom keeps coming up with bullshit things she needs you to fix. You remind her that Agatha is there and can help her. 

And Billy keeps texting you memes, and you don’t get them, feeling old. Vision sends you emails now, which is odd. Wanda calls and leaves long long long ass voice memos. Saying things about her garden. About her need for you to come over and help her with a spell, about a movie on Netflix. It’s insane how much your family is bugging you, but not actually talking about it. 

Not that you want them to. 

And Rio is well, that’s complicated too. She texts and calls a lot, like the others, sure. But she keeps dropping by unannounced. Which is awkward with Agatha there. But the two sit as you work on your laptop. Or they make you food together. Neither really talking much to each other. They bring groceries too much and are too quiet.

So this morning, before Agatha could knock, you left really early, earlier than the sun came out. Pinning a note to the door for Agatha. Telling her you went on a drive, you’d be back soon. 

Agatha was amazing at keeping away most of the monsters of your mind, but they clung to your bones all the same. 

So here you were, iced coffee number two, black RayBans on your nose. Rolling down the back roads like a bat out of hell. 

You turned the sound up in your old truck as far as it could go. Agatha hated this car, called it a death trap or ‘coffin on wheels.’. 

But it was your mom's first car. And you kept it even when Rio had agreed with Aggie about it being unsafe. You didn’t care. You sped too fast down roads that were not safe to speed on. Pulling open the glove box, you found an old cigarette carton. Pulling out a light blue American Spirit. You wondered how old it was. But you put it between your lips and you lit it. 

'Feel the rush of my blood

I'm seventeen again

I am not scared of death

I've got dreams again '

You grip the wheel a little tighter as gravel flies behind you. The really big pine trees are the only thing you can see for miles. And then a little clearing, there’s a lake. You’d been to it a million times. But it’s clear blue waters reminded you of Agatha’s eyes. And you inhaled the nicotine a little harder. Blowing it out the window as the air flicked your hair in all directions. 

The cherry lit at the end burns your finger. You don’t mind the sizzle.

'It's just me and the curve of the valley

And there is meaning on Earth, I am happy

Oh'

You find yourself putting your foot all the way down on the peddle. Your poor truck wasn’t used to this abuse. Not used to how fast you were going for this long. You felt a bit out of control as you listened to the lyrics and smoked. 

'Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge

A minute from home, but I feel so far from it

The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin'

You don’t even notice your phone vibrating as Agatha calls for the 38th time. You are skidding as you don’t slow down, not breaking. Your dull tires not holding traction now. You wonder if it’ll flip. 

You speed faster around a corner, knowing that this was bad, but you stick your hand out the window and feel the air flying through your fingertips. You make invisible waves against the air. Not slowing.

'It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again

The things that I lost here, the people I knew

They got me surrounded for a mile or two

The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel

I'm back between villages and everything's still'

The song reaches it’s peak, and you put the cigarette out, and then you scream. You yell into the void of the old pickup. You scream and scream until your voice is raw. You don’t notice the magic crackling in your skin until you blow the engine. It catches on fire, and you slam on the brakes. Thank god Rio and Agatha had put in seatbelts. 

You sit for a millisecond as the car is on fire until it dawns on you that you need to get the fuck out. You open the door, remembering your phone, and you stare at the flames. You didn’t wear shoes…so the gravel cuts your feet a bit. 

You remember you are a witch now. 

Focusing your magic and you work to put out the tall flames. But the damage is done, your baby is dead. 

“Fuck. Me.” You say to the open air. 

You consider your phone for a minute…Your finger hangs over calling Agatha before you change your mind. Going to Rio and hitting the call button. You wanted Agatha but…

“Sweets! There you are! Ags is having an absolute freak-out. You just up and disappeared. And you took both of us off your Find a Friend, you asshole. We were about to go crazy and cast a spell to find you. Where are you, squish?”

“me equivoqué”

“Did you just tell me you fucked up in spanish, you really must be in trouble. Babe, tell me where you are? Daddy will be right there! Do you want me to bring backup? I can get your dog, or your mom, or Aggie? I refuse to bring Wanda anywhere. But I will, where are you?” 

Rio didn’t usually babble, but she’d started to around you. It was adorable, if not so telling of how everyone was acting differently around you. You clear your throat and focus. 

“Rio, I’m kinda in the middle of nowhere. I have a bit of car trouble…”

You are eyeing your burnt car and trying to decide if it still could be considered ‘car trouble.’

“Aggie and I both told you that thing wasn’t safe? Did you get a flat? I told you you needed new tires! Or is it the belt again?” She’s rambling, you make your best friend nervous, great.

“It was me, Rio…I- my magic I..I kinda baby witched it and now it’s fried.”

You hadn’t baby witched shit in a while. You were centuries old, it didn’t happen anymore. Well, maybe it did now. 

“Oh shit, are you ok? Are you safe?” Rios' voice cracked over the phone. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. But I might need some help getting home- If..If you are busy, I can call Alice. I don’t want it to be a big thing fo-” You realized she had a big job and a fucking life outside of your messed up one. 

“Shut up, Sweetness, Daddy’s coming! Do we tell Agatha? Mama will be mad if you continue to leave her in the dark, ya know?” 

You hadn’t called them Mommy and Daddy in so long and you noticed Agatha and Rio calling themselves it every now and then in front of you. You figured they both missed sex, bdsm, being close to you, maybe? Or maybe just the fucking intimacy you used to all share. Whatever it was, you didn’t repeat it. But they did. 

You eye the melted engine and the bits of black smoke still coming out. Not great for Mother Earth…

“Don’t bring her here. I think she’ll wig out if she sees Lucy like this.”

What was truer was that Aggie would know you did it and she’d freak about your safety..

And Lucy well.. You’d named your old truck Lucy because of ‘I Love Lucy,’ you’d loved Lucille Bal,l and you figured it had to be lucky for the car. Now maybe not so much.

“Not fixable then?” You heard Rio grunt and knew she was putting on pants. 

“I don’t know….I’m guessing not so much. I killed my love.” You said half assed as you stared at your truck. 

Rio was grabbing the keys from her bowl, and you heard her. You knew Rio and Agatha like the back of your hand. Centuries together did that. 

“Don’t be like that squish, don’t sweat it, I’ll find you another shitty truck online and we’ll fix it up.”

You can’t speak, you feel yourself starting to cry. You’ve had this truck since the 70’s. You loved this hunk of junk. 

“Hey- you there?” Rio doesn’t sound right as she asks. 

You wipe your running nose on the back of your hand and push the tears away. 

“Yeah, can you not tell anyone else, actually?”

“Sweets, we are all pretty worried about you. I don’t think Alice has stopped making protection charms for you all week. And I won’t even comment on me and Aggie. You sure you wanna keep 'em in the dark about this?”

“I need you, please.” You close your eyes, and you hear her keys start in the ignition. 

“I’m there. No questions asked. You know that. Drop a pin, I’ll find you, babe.” 

You hang up and do it. Before you climb onto the front tire and push yourself up onto the roof. You lay across the top of it and let yourself cry. You aren’t even sure what or why. But you want Agatha. You want her to hold you. You want Rio to hold you. You want your dog. You want so many things. You don’t want this. You don’t want this fight in your bones. But you can’t do all of that right now, so you cry. 

Your phone is ringing and you look at it and see your mom’s face as caller ID. 

You answer this time.

“The all seeing Calderu. Family curse isn’t it?”

“Maybe, perhaps a mother's intuition?” Lilia tells you, and you smile sadly. Something about hearing her on the phone actually made you feel like this was all going to be ok. 

“You see what happened?”

“Not exactly, I saw fire and a cigarette. Not sure which order, are you smoking again?”

“Of course not.” You chuckle but it’s wet with tears and she doesn’t ever believe your lies anyway. 

“Are you safe?”

You wondered how many people were going to ask you that.

“You see the future. You tell me?”

“You know I don’t see things linear like that. But if I had an amazing child like you, ya know what I would see?”

You sniffle and wipe your nose with your hand.

“What, Mom?”

“I’d see a strong witch. With a mountain of people who love her. With more talent in her pinky than most witches' covens whole. I’d see a woman who’s going to figure it out. You don’t need to worry.” She tells you and you smiles up at the big fluffy clouds in the sky. 

“All that from the cards, huh?” You tease. 

“Nah, that’s the family curse talking.”

You both chuckle. 

“Ma?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I don’t like this. I don’t want to feel this way anymore. I think it’s not good.” You say, and it sounds childish when you say it like that.

“You want me to come get you?”

You shake your head before telling her “no.” You aren’t sure what you wanted her to say. Even though it’s sweet, your mom wants to get you. It’s not the answer you’d wanted her to say. 

“Rios is coming actually. So I gotta go.”

“Rio? Not Agatha?” You can hear the displeasure in her voice. 

“Why do you dislike Rio so much after all these centuries?” The annoyance shows in your voice. 

“Your palm always showed two loves. The witches love line was always a longer, so Agatha. And being in love with Death can’t end well. Agatha and Rio would kill for you. I know after I’m gone, you’ll always be safe. But I worry about what loving Rio would mean.” She says honestly, and you know she’s being as gentle as she can. But it makes you see red all the same. 

“I can’t marry them both, Ma. And I know you know I’m wearing a fucking ring now. Which is nuts, by the way.”

“Who says you can’t marry two? We are heathens for Crones' sake! You can do whatever you want my sweet love. But your grandmother would not approve of Rio. And Agatha may murder her if you tried.” 

You roll your eyes. This was a ridiculous conversation. 

“No one is marrying anyone, Ma. It’s not like that. And no one wants me like that.” 

You say, but your ring shines in the light.

“Now that’s the biggest lie you told me so far.” 

You two don’t talk much more. You tell her you love her. And she tells you to the moon and back. And the call ends. You feel yourself crying again.

To Rio’s credit, she takes about thirty minutes to get to you. You wonder if she used her powers at this point. But her gorgeous '69 Dodge Charger, it’s black and dark green, just like death is pulling up. It’s extremely fast and she’s not driving slow until she see’s you. Agatha hated this car almost as much as your truck. She swore at Rio when she bought it, saying you’d never drive in it. Rio had of course proven that theory very wrong. 

You didn’t get off the truck roof as Rio pulled up next to your broken baby that was now a pile of burnt metal. 

She gets out of the car, pulling her dark aviators off of her face and up onto her forehead. Rio’s mouth is hanging open, obviously a bit shocked at the state of your truck. 

But she’s nothing if not your person, so she closed the car and she puts her big black boot onto the wheel and gets onto the truck with you. She lays next to you on the small hot metal roof. She moves to lie on her side facing you, elbow bent, holding her face up. 

“Baby, what the fuck is going on with you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it. Can you fix her?” You say, and Rio pulls your shades off your face and sees you’ve been crying. She wipes your cheeks of running eyeliner. It’s such a sweet gesture, you don’t have the strength to pull away.

“Not even an all mighty Death can bring this one back to life. I’m going to say something I’ve never said to anyone before. So you really need to listen, because I’ll never have the ability to say it again.”

You hold her hand and thread your fingers together. 

“Rio?” You say concerned, and you see fear for the first time ever in her eyes. But she pushes forward and admits it:

“You are scaring me.”

“Nothing scares you.” You say in disbelief, one eyebrow raised.

“I know, it’s a very new feeling for me. So I’m gonna ask you not to do something, and you know I never ask you for things.”

That was sorta true, sorta not, Rio asked for sex, you to love her, kisses, physical affection, and endless cuddles. But Rio didn’t like favors. So there was that. 

You sit up and both of you are sitting criss cross holding each others hands, knees touching. You look at her seriously, feeling that Rio is really actually upset. 

“Don’t play with me.”

“What do you mean? You are my best friend, have I done something? Did I hurt you?” You wonder if the teasing and flirting has gone too far and you’ve crossed a line with her. You never wanted to hurt Rio. She was too important for that. You are panicking and she pulls your hands closer to her chest. 

“Don’t play with Death.”

“Oh.” You say understanding, and she shakes her head twice, like you don’t get it. 

“Rio-” you start your spiel.

“Promise me! You are a witch and you’ll live a long life if you don’t fuck it up yourself. Why the hell am I sitting on a burnt hunk of metal? Why aren’t you at home? Why are you running from us? Why doesn’t Agatha know where you are? You are scaring us. We love you. Don’t play with me.” Rio repeats and you see something you’ve never seen in her eyes. You reach over and she grabs your wrist, not to stop you but because she doesn’t understand. You touch gently just under her waterline, and you hold it up to her to see. 

Rio just shed her first tear. 

She stares at it like it’s foreign. Rio had never cried before. Not when Agatha and her broke up. Not when Rio saw you break a bone one summer at the lake. Not when Agatha told Rio she couldn’t be with you the way Rio wanted. She never cried once. But the idea of you playing with your fate, it made her shed her first real tear. After Gods know how long being on this earth.

“I didn’t know I could do that.” She whispers like it’s a secret, and you smile at her. 

“Loves a crazy thing, huh? You do and say things you’d never thought possible.” You tell her, and she stares at you like you’ve grown a second head. You wonder if Rio is shocked you know her feelings, or if she’s shocked you are talking about it? Either way, she’s floored. 

“I don’t understand,” RIo repeats, and you know her enough to know she didn’t believe she could create pretty things. Only destroy things, it’s why she’d never really make a move for you.

Her and Agatha had rules around you. Very strict rules. 

But that was besides the point. Rio didn’t believe in certain things about her existence. Rio was cocky and confident for sure, but not about beautiful things about herself.

 It was a terrible thing to believe about yourself. But it was Rios' truth.

You bring her hand that’s grabbing you so tight, and you smile sadly before kissing her wrist. Where there’s a heartbeat, even though it’s not a mortal beat. It’s warm and she’s real. 

“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.” You quote Edgar Allen Poe, and Rio just looks like she’s not sure if this is real or a dream.  Still looking at the little bit of water sitting on your finger. 

“I can’t cry. I’m not- I can’t.”

“But you did. Maybe you can stop hating yourself so much now?” You tell her, and Rio just looks further amazed that you know her so well. Thinking, perhaps you bought her tough bad boy act. But then again, you were always her favorite. 

 “Come on Vidal, let’s go.” You say, but first you take her tear and press it to her mouth. Rio understands and she’s quick to lick it and you see the joy at the taste of salt.

 Before she laughs happily and free for a moment. You put your hands on her thighs and it grounds her and she smiles at you. You think for a minute Rio’s going to kiss you, really kiss you. Like you know, she has been dying to since the last time you three were intimate. 

But she stops herself, much like Agatha keeps doing.  

You tilt your head to the side and look at her for a minute. Feeling a bit of rejection at the beautiful moment you just had, now ending. Rio seems to realize she’s fucked up too late. 

“Sweetness I-”

“Don’t. Just don’t. Let’s go.” You release her, and Rio goes to grab your hand, but you slide off the truck quickly. It’s a dirt road, no one will probably notice your truck for a while. You reach into the truck cab, pulling your pentacle and tiger's eye charm off the rear view mirror. 

You walk over to Rio’s car, and you hear her come off the truck and follow you. Your feet are a little bloody, but neither of you say anything. 

__________________

When Rio drives you back home, you aren’t surprised to see Agatha sitting on the front porch, her knee is jumping up and down anxiously. 

Nosferatu is pacing up and down the porch until he sees Rio’s car, and he smells you even from afar. The familiar starts to bark over and over, his tail wagging. The big grey dog is so happy, and Agatha seems ready to jump out of her skin. You see, she’s sitting there with two coffees. Her’s and the one she’d brought for you. You momentarily wonder why she didn’t go inside, but you realize Agatha’s waiting for you. She’s been waiting all day. 

“Too late to run now babydoll.” Rio teases but it’s not funny to either of you. You thank her in spanish before you open the door. She grabs your knee before you can leave.  “You want me to stay? I can-”

“No, Rio, it’s fine. I’m sorry I took up this much of your day, I shouldn’t have-”

“No, I wanted to come. Damn it, Squish, you aren’t some burden we all are stuck with. You know that, right? We want you. All of us but Aggie and I really really want you!” Rio says and she looks scared again, but you squeeze her hand on your knee. Before you move out of her grasp and close the car door. 

Your dog runs to you and sits in front of you. You lean down to kiss between his eyes. The special spot he loves, Nosferatu whimpers happily. You feel bad, you left him and Agatha all day to worry. 

Your family is a tension convention. 

Rio doesn’t pull away right away.  And you now notice that Agatha and Rio are staring at each other. You know them both well enough to understand the silent exchange. You spoke their language after all. 

Agatha’s pissed Rio didn’t call her about you, Rio’s pissed Agatha hasn’t fixed this yet this whole thing. 

You slap the top of Rio’s car and it makes both of them look at you. 

“Stop it. Go home, Rio. I’ll text you.” You tell her, and she grinds her jaw, but she starts backing out, and you walk up to Agatha. Rio’s out of your driveway, and she’s speeding off, and that’s when Agatha’s shoulders ease a little down as she speaks to you. 

“Where the hell were you? Why was Rio-”

“My car kinda blew, Lucy’s kinda dead.” You chuckle self-deprecatingly. Lots of ‘kinda’s’ in that sentence. 

“What?” Agatha said in disbelief, and you can tell now like before. She’s not sleeping; the bags under her eyes are dark. She’s wearing your flannel, not her usual attire at all. Her hair isn’t its usual shine, she looks like hell. 

You feel so guilty. You crash into her arms. Holding her, and you hear those painfully truthful Noah Kahn lyrics again. 

'The things that I lost here, the people I knew

They got me surrounded for a mile or two

A left at the graveyard, I'm driving past ghosts

Their arms are extended, my eyes start to close

The car's in reverse, I'm grippin' the wheel

I'm back between villages, and everything's still'

Your hug was almost bone-crushing. Like you just needed to feel her.

 Like when one of you had a really bad day. And it reminded you of that movie that Wanda and Alice loved, ‘Waitress’.

You don’t have to wait long as Agatha moves from your hug to hold you against her body as tight as she can in return. You don’t cry this time. You just cling to each other. Neither of you breaking the hug. Your breathing is matched, and you cling to her for dear life. 

At one point, Agatha’s hand goes to the back of your neck, caressing you. The other is solid against your back. Your arms hold her waist like she’s the only thing that’s real in a world you don’t understand. 

“Aggie?” You whisper after about fifteen minutes of holding each other. Agatha’s black nails scratch the back of your head before she says something. 

“You know what I keep thinking about, Bunny?” She whisper,s her face pressed into your hair.

“What?”

“That stupid rom-com Wanda and Alice picked. We all watched it one night a few years ago. But in it she says….and I can’t believe I remember this. But I thought of you. And I don’t forget things about you, so I remember it. She said : ‘I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it.”  

You laugh and Agatha knows you aren’t laughing at her. She knows each laugh's meaning because she spent decades decoding you. Studying you and learning how to love you right.

“I was thinking the same thing. You are so perfect, Aggie.” You whisper into her neck, and she curls around you ever closer, ever more tender. 

“No baby, I’m fucked up too. Don’t put me on a pedestal now. You know better. You see me, really see me. You know what I’ve done. What I’ll do. You know all of me. And even if you don’t believe it right now, I know you.” You felt Agatha gulp before she continued. “You can’t run from me, Bun. I’ll run likea a dumb dog next to you the whole way. I’m stupidly loyal to you, in love with you. I’m enamored by you, you’re my home. I know what you are doing. I get it now, I’m sorry it took me so long to catch on. But you running away from all of us, it won’t work. We won’t let it. So you run, and we’ll catch you every time. I’ll be here to catch you, no matter what.”

You didn’t know you were crying until you felt the dampness on Agatha’s neck and realized it was coming from you.

“Agatha-” You started, but she just interrupted you. 

“You don’t have to say anything. We both know the truth. Don’t lie to me. I am sorry about Lucy.” 

“You don’t say you are sorry, and you definitely aren’t sorry about Lucy.” You try the joke but it lands flat for its audience. Agatha presses her lips against your head, not kissing but inhaling you. She’s whispering into your skin like she’s saying a prayer.

“I do say I’m sorry to you. I do a lot of things for you that I wouldn’t do for others. And as much as the death trap scared me every time you were in it. And I watched you on GPS like a hawk. I know you will miss her, I know she meant freedom for you. We’ll find you another car I know, but it won’t be the same. And you can be sad about that.” 

Your fingers turned to claws against her body, and you don’t mean to hold her like a scared animal, but you do. And you are.

The two of you stand there, for another ten minutes. Neither of you moving.

____________________

It’s Tuesday, and you and Agatha are sitting in the kitchen. She’s reading quietly, in your space, but not cuddling like you normally would on the sofa. You are typing and you take your glasses off and rub at your eyes. Agatha looks up from her book. She’s thinking hard, you know that look. She keeps giving it to you, like she’s talking to a scared creature. Not her wife, fiance, or the love of her life. And you kinda hate it. 

But you both keep ignoring the underlying issue. It’s like Agatha is being so patient, it makes you want to scream sometimes. But you don’t, not at her, you keep opening the door and letting her in. You promise yourself it’ll be the last time and you’ll stop, but you are weak for her.

Every night she stays until you fall asleep. Every mornin,g you wake up to her knocking on your door. She stays by your side all day long, your loyal shadow. 

Nosferatu gives you more alone time than Agatha does. Which is crazy. Because when you two were together, you didn’t leave each other alone for long. But this..this was different. Like she’s keeping a close eye on you at all times. It was comforting and infuriating all at the same time. 

“What is it, Aggie?” You finally sa,y turning to her. Opening your eyes and putting your glasses back on your face. She’s got her lips to the side and she’s thinking, but finally Agatha decides on a middle topic instead of what she wants to actually say. It’s stupid because you both know it’s not what she wants to talk about. But Agatha’s been biting her tongue a lot these days. You don’t appreciate it. 

“You want me to make an appointment for new glasses for you? There’s a med-witch Alice and Jen like.”

You narrow your eyes at her now. That is what she wants to say?

“No, I’m fine. And I can make my own appointments.” You snap, and Agatha doesn’t take the bait. Doesn’t flinch, she just nods. You want to throw the kitchen sink at her. 

Your cellphone vibrates for the millionth time today, and before you glare at your electronic.

You hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!” You shout, and Agatha looks annoyed by the intrusion. But Rio walks in and she’s got lunch in a big brown bag. You smell it and smile. 

“You brought me a garbage burrito?”

“Hi, Daddy, how are you? I’m fine Squish, I masturbated this morning to the image on my phone of Agatha eating your pussy. The drive was fine, I got caught in a bit of traffic.” Rio rattles off as she goes to the kitchen to grab plates. 

“No one needs to know all that.” Agatha snaps but it isn’t as tough as it could be. And Rio doesn’t acknowledge it at all.

“Which photo?” You ask and both women look momentarily taken aback. You hadn’t really been flirting with either of them lately. 

“June, big coven gathering we fucked in the garage while everyone ate hot dogs,” Rio answered and then looked at Agatha for help. Aggie was staring at you though. 

“That was fun, you both really ruined that tight dress though.” You say and you reach into the bag. Not grabbing a plate and finding your burrito with a little black heart on it.

Agatha clears her throat like she’s trying to find something in her mind. 

“Did you fix it?” Rio asks Agatha like you aren’t here, and you roll your eyes.

“Stop it.” You scold and unwrap your burrito. 

“Are you guys fucking again?”

“Rio!” Agatha scolds, but you tilt your head to the side. 

“Really?!” Rio says excited by your answer. You chew and nod before saying:

“Just once.”

“You didn’t tell me?” Rio scolds Agatha now.

“I don’t have to tell you shit!” Agatha sneers at her ex-lover and friend. 

“We talk all the time. You are telling me in your late night moping sessions you couldn’t mention you guys were fucking again?”

You were curious which part Rio was more upset about. You saw the same thought hit Aggie.

“I do not mope to you. I talk to you and now I regret that. And secondly, she’s my fiancée and I don’t have to tell you when I touch her! And you don’t need to sound like a jealous lover! And-“

You cut Agatha off before she’ll say something mean, because she’s gearing up to.

“I gave her head, we didn’t make love or anything. No big scene or ropes. And while it was fun, it was a week ago.” You tell Rio, who seems to be having a hard time with all of this. 

“A week! You told me you came in her mouth a week ago? I’m just now hearing this? From both of you?”

You sigh and bite the burrito again. 

“What do you want from me Rio?”

“You damn well know Agatha!” Rio snaps back, and she is actually mad now. The two look at each other with so much intensity.

The images of them fucking are going through your mind. 

But that doesn’t happen, because this is real life, your life. Instead, Rio walks backwards to grab the detachable sink head and she turns it on cold and sprays Agatha and her book.

Agatha’s jaw drops as she’s now very wet.

“Rio..” you say calmly, for the storm she just brought down.

“Fuck you Agatha! Forgive me already! I love her, and you love he,r and we love each other! You can’t lie anymore! Fuck you! What do I want from you? I want both of you! Asshole!” 

Rio turns the water back on and hits Agatha across the face, but this time Agatha uses her purple and it backfires against Rios face.

You laugh, so hard. At the two loves of your life, soaked in a water fight. They turn to you, and both of them look betrayed. 

“You two are so stupid!” You laugh and they lock eyes before both of them turn to you, one purple hand and one with the water foset. They spray you with water. You push your computer with your magic just in time to not ruin it. You jump out of your chair to run from them. But they are on you fast. 

Nosferatu barks and wags his tail, feeling the fun energy bubble in the house. 

You jump over the sofa and Agatha is fast as she rounds the sofa and sprays you with purple water.

It drenches your hair and face completely, and she’s laughing now. 

You use your purple on her now, shooting it across her face and it hits her like a waive and her hair is a mess. Rio laughs and you do the same to her but her top is now completely see through from getting hit with all that water. 

You grab the sofa cushion just as Rio is using her powers and Agatha rounds the coffee table and grabs the cushion. You are both trying to pry it out of the others grip as Rio aims. 

Agatha expertly kicks the back of your calf and you fall to the ground and she’s straddling your waist and you acccidently loosen your grip. So the sofa cusion is no longer your shield. Agatha grabs your wrists and you are both laughing as Rio jumps over the couch. She goes by both your heads and dumps buckets of water with her powers over you both. 

You are both coughing and laughing at the amount of water on you and Rio grabs her stomach she’s doubled over giggling at you both. Rio drops to the floor and Agatha and her both grab your wrists and pin your legs. 

“UNCLE UNCLE!”

“We don’t take prisoners!” Agatha jokes and she bends over and blows a raspberry into your neck and Rio’s smile has never been bigger at the sight. 

Eventually Agatha stops and the three of you lay on the floor next to one another, panting, wet and happy. 

Agatha looks like she wants to thank Rio. For you laughing and for this being such a needed feeling of fun. But something in her just can’t. Can’t forgive Rio. Can’t let her win this.

You open your mouth to say something when your front door is slammed open. Nosferatu barks in surprise. Rio pops her head up first and Agatha’s hands turn purple ready to fight. 

But a very angry Alice storms in and she finds you three quickly on the floor. 

Alice looks around your house like you guys had been vandalized. Like perhaps someone meant you harm, or a local teenager pranked you.  Before her eyes settled back on yours and she’s furious. Nosferatu is licking her hand. 

“So you won’t come over to my house and eat, but you guys are having weird water sex?”

You can’t believe she’s thinking this. You gasp for a secon before answering her. 

“Oh fuck no! Alice we aren’t doing anything Kinky. It was a water fight.” You defend your and the women next to you’s honor. 

“That sounds fun though,” Rio said, and you chuckle at her. Jennifer walks in holding three plastic bags and she’s looking around much like Alice had. But your friend continues her tirade on you. Agatha and Rio aren’t defending you much in this moment. 

“Jen was so worried she made you a new face peel, and I baked! I hate baking, I’m a cook, not a baker. That’s Wanda, that’s how freaked we all are. Why won’t you answer your phone? You couldn’t send me a fucking text?” 

“Jen’s worried?” You say, and Jen comes into view after dropping off the plastic bags of food on the kitchen island. 

“Alice!” She says offended by her wife’s admission.

“She made you four face peels, babe,” Alice says, and you laugh now, and Jen looks even more offended. Agatha snorts along with you. Because that was the most basic Jen thing to do in times of stress. You bite your lip to stop from your manic giggles at the news.   

“That’s very thoughtful.” You say but Rio and Agatha are belly laughing without any thought for Jen’s feelings now.

“Yeah fuck you Harkness,” Jen says to you, and you just laugh harder now, and both Rio and Agatha join your heightened chuckles. Seems that all three of you like the sound of the name on you. 

“Who- who’s watching the kids?” You wipe your happy tears away. Alice is patting your wet sofa. Jen walks away and you hear her heel slip a little at the water. Nosferatu follows her looking for a snack. 

“Tommy and Billy. Wanda and Lilia are on their way. They are picking up lunch.” Alice says and she’s looking at you like you are the weird one. 

“I had lunch already.” You say and it’s a half lie. You had three bites of a burrito that’s probably soaked over in the kitchen now. 

“Did you? Or, did you eat it or just lie about eating?” Alice calls you out and neither of the woman who love you defend your shitty eating lie. Ok not cool that no one was in your corner right now. 

“Rio brought burritos! I’m not lying! And you brought my mother? What the fuck Alice? You think that’s gonna help right now?” You chastised, and Jen comes back with towels for everyone. She’s throwing them at the three of you like she’s Oprah and they’re presents. 

“Yeah, well, she is blowing up our phones too. And Wanda can’t keep a secret. I didn’t exactly plan on making this a whole thing. I was hoping we’d come over and smoke Rios weed. You’d cry, you and Agatha would bone and get back together. Jen would let me wear the strap on tonight because she got cross faded. But none of us are getting what we want tonight!” Alice snakily states. And Jen is looking at her wife curiously now. You don’t want to think about why Alice doesn’t get to wear the strap on more often, or if it was just something they-whatever it didn’t matter. 

Then you think about what she said again and turn to your best friend. Who’s white tank top is very see through with all the water. 

“I do want weed.” You whisper, and Rio laughs again. Agatha takes your towel and squeezes your hair to get the water out. She’s done this a million times when you two got out of the shower. Her small acts of service, the way she touched you so tenderly. 

“Thank you.” You tell her, and she smiles at you. 

“That’s cute, can you two make up and get married and give me god children already?” Alice claps her hands in your face. Agatha pushes her hands away from you. 

“Fuck Alice! What the hell!” You snap at your childhood friend. 

“Hey, I have an idea, why don’t you not leave your best friend on read? And maybe while you're at it call one of your family members back? Oh, and I won’t bring your mother into your house! What the fuck Y/N!”

Alice snaps again, and you feel a headache coming on. 

“You are so not her best friend.” Rio mutters and it’s always a thing for the two of them and Wanda. It had been for so many years now. 

“I am her best friend, whatever thing you three are doing is not friendship. I don’t bone my friends.” Alice glares at Rio now. Before the two of them can get into it you hold out your hand in the air to stop them. 

“Yeah, well, the three of us weren’t really ready to entertain!” You snap, and Rio smirks at being lumped in with you two, the idea that there could be a three of you.

Agatha is giving a rather menacing look to Jen who’s using her heel to mop up the water on the floor with a towel. 

“We are family. It’s not entertaining when we are always all up in your biz!” Jen throws another dry towel at your face. But Rio catches it before Agatha can.

“So, Wanda and Lilia are coming? No one else?” Rio asks, and Agatha gets up, reaching a hand out and helping you up. You grab Rio and the three of you wrap towels around yourselves. 

“Well, we weren’t going to invite Vision and all the kids to whatever we found. And we came first in case you three were fisting each other, again!” Jen said, and Alice grimaced at the memory. 

“That was one time, and you guys never didn’t knock again!”

“It was not just one time-” Jen starts and you cut her off. 

“-Ok so I’m going to get cleaned up.” You said, and Rio and Agatha followed you.

“Not you!” Jen grabs Rio, who hisses like a cat at her. The two start to bicker, and you and Agatha go up. Neither of you sticking your neck out for whatever Jen was going to do to Rio. She was a big girl, she could help herself right now. 

You open the master bedroom and Agatha walks in. You go to the closet, and Agatha looks around awkwardly. Her wet socks making squishing noises against the large rug you two had bought on holiday. 

“What are you doing?” You ask her and she motions to her clothes.

“Do you have anything I can-” 

“All your clothes are still on your side, I didn’t burn them. I mean, I wore a lot of it, but there’s plenty I didn’t.” You say, and you take your shirt off. Agatha stops in her tracks and watches your body. You are momentarily thrown off by her shift in demeanor. Your naked body wasn’t new to her. 

“Aggie, you’ve seen me naked! Stop looking at me like a new lover! We’ve been together a long time. You aren’t a prude!” You laugh at her all flustered at you in your bra.

“I’ve seen a lot of sunrises too, doesn’t make this one any less beautiful,” Agatha says, and you wonder if she knew she’d said it out loud. It’s actually really romantic, so you think she didn’t realize it at all.  

“Aggie.” You say, and it’s sweeter than before, and she looks at your eyes.

“Yes, Bunny?” She says, and you smile at her.

“That’s very sweet, but my mother is coming over, and we are soaking wet and not in the fun way. So get your sweet witches ass in the closet and get changed. You have to put up with all of the snide comments that are coming our way tonight.” You tell her domestically. 

Agatha smiles fully at you and nods. You wish you could kiss her, but you can’t not now. So, instead, you grab her slightly wet hand and pull her into the closet. 

The two of you get changed into warm clothes and Agatha comes behind you and puts your hair up into a tall ponytail. You don’t ask her to, she just does it. And her fingers feel good in your hair. Pressing against your neck every so often. But just as quick as she’s there, she’s gone and you miss her. 

You and Agatha emerge from the bedroom and by the time you are back downstairs the house is cleaned up. Rio’s dry, cuz magic. 

Wanda and Lilia had arrived and Wanda is the first to grab you and squeeze you tight into a hug. 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” She whispered against your cheek into your ear. You squeeze her back.

“Never.” You lie slightly and she slaps your ass. 

“Hey! Not allowed Maximoff.” Agatha sorta teases but she actually means it. Rio looks slightly amused but she’s on tea duty and can’t say shit. Jen is heating up food and Alice has the slider open so everyone can eat outside. 

“Relax Husband, she’s my best friend.” Wanda teases and Agatha just glares at her. 

“She’s not your best friend!” Alice yells from outside and you chuckle. Lilia rolls her eyes and opens the fridge to find creamer and milk for the tea. 

“‘Hi mom!” You say and she throws a hand in hello. But the coven isn’t done with you. 

“Protection witch, I’m the fucking Scarlet Witch, I’m gonna tell you right now. I outrank the shit out of you!” Wanda teases but she’s got mischief in her eyes and Alice walks back in carrying a tiny cheese knife. And she pionts it at Wanda. The two are totally joking but it’s fucking entertaining to see it. Agatha and the rest of you look between Wanda and Alice sorta hoping they’ll escalate this fight. 

“You think you can just come in here and take her! You gonna have to fight me for the title bitch!” Alice says using her best sassy city girl attitude and Wanda drops her hold on you and she let’s her fingers turn red and they sparkle a little. 

“Bring it Kale!” Wanda says and the two get closer and Rio uses that moment as a distraction. Death cackles and runs into the living room, ducking down she dives around you. You yelp as she throws you over her shoulder. Your ass in the air and you kick your legs. Your head is by her butt now. This stops both Alice and Wanda as Rio runs skillfully out to the yard. 

“CAREFUL!” Lilia and Agatha yell at the same time. But you and Rio are laughing and on the run now, and Alice and Wanda are outside fast. The three of them playing a sort of tag with you helplessly giggling. Wanda is trying to catch Rio and Alice grabs the paper cups from the table and starts to throw them at Wanda and Rio. But they end up hitting your ass instead. Nosferatu runs in the yard happily with you all. 

“YOUR AIM SUCKS!” You shout at Alice. 

Eventually Rio declares herself the winner and Wanda and Alice continue to disagree but you are set down on a chair. The blood starting to rush back down to your body and not in your face. 

Lilia comes over with tea for you and she places Agatha’s cup next to you. You sniff your ex girlfriends mug. 

“You don’t want your usual chai?” Lilia asks as she leans in and kisses your cheek and you kiss back. 

“No Ma, that’s fine.” You say and Agatha has a tray of fruit and glass water pitcher. She puts them in the middle and sits in the closest chair to you. But you see her move the chair even closer. When Lilia walks back into the house Agatha takes her mug and yours and swaps them. 

“You don’t have to-” You tell Aggie but she just shakes her head and closes her eyes like ‘dont’ say anything.’ But you smirk at how attentive she is, how well she knows you. You don’t do caffeine anymore past three pm because you already couldn’t sleep well. Agatha however did caffeine at all hours as she was always sleepy. It was something you’d learned early on in the relationship. Agatha could be talked into a nap at any hour, no matter how much black coffee she’d already had. You can’t help it, between; the memories, the closet, the water fight, and Agatha being so herself for you. You lean over and kiss her cheek. You linger at the feeling of her skin against your lips. You feel the familiar tingle, a spark, a type of magic saved for you both. 

You pull back and rub your lips together like you could taste her. Agatha’s mouth is open and she closes it when she realizes how obvious she’s being. 

“Thank you.” You say again and she nods but her knee is pressed against yours and neither of you move away. You sip at the herbal tea your mom had given Agatha. 

Wanda comes back over with a huge amount of salad and Jen had sandwiches. You were tempted to comment about how as a coven and a family it was ridiculous how much food everyone brought to gatherings. But you couldn’t find it in you to make the joke. Looking around you saw Alice had indeed baked cheese danishes. You’d taught her how a few decades ago. Your mom made your favorite BLT’s with bread she’d baked. Jen had brought over sweet tea that her mom used to make, that she knew you were always asking for. 

Wanda had made muffins, cookies, and cupcakes. All your favorite’s and there was a huge greek salad with lots of fresh fruit. You bit your lip and looked at the table. Everyone sat down and started passing hot tea and sweet iced tea. Wanda was pouring Rio a tall glass of water. While Rio was serving Lilia a plate of salad. 

And the coven was oblivious to your internal panic. 

They’d all been worried about you. They’d all made things that reminded them of you. And your family had invited themselves into your home. Because they weren’t simply friends from centuries of running from witch hunters. They weren’t just best friends you’d met over time. This family that had been built was more gorgeous than anything you could ever hope for. 

And they were scared for you, and they were supporting you, with or without your consent. And that was beautiful and so scary. How could you ever leave something like this behind?

Jen was talking about something and you feel panic creep up your neck, over whelm at the love in front of you. 

Then Agatha grabs your hand and you turn to her. She’s not listening to Jen either, you see she’s been watching you the whole time. 

She brings your joined hands under the table and she flips your palm over. Agatha is skilled in the art of your panic attacks. She leans forward and whispers in your ear. 

“Breathe my love, slow and deep.” She tells you and you close your eyes and she gives you an example to follow. You match her breathing and her finger is purple under the table as she pulls it over your palm. It’s warm and it’s comforting and it breaks your upset up. It’s your own secret. You kiss her cheek once more and pull away. 

Jen is throwing her hands up and everyone is clapping. 

You turn realizing you’ve missed whatever everyone is now excited about. But as Lilia and Wanda are kissing and hugging Alice you realize the news they’ve shared. 

“Congrats!” You say and Agatha catches on with you. Raising her water glass the rest of the coven grabs theirs to toast. Rio is looking at you and Agatha though, like she see’s more than the rest of them do. Agatha keeps her hand in yours and you wonder if she is a tad jealous that it isn’t you who’s pregnant. 

“Another coven member I can teach to do my bidding!” Agatha teases and everyone laughs and you know now she’s hiding you both. But everyone clinks glasses and Wanda starts talking about the baby shower. 

It’s nice to hear them babble on you find comfort in their ongoing talking. At one point you pull your hand away from Agatha and her brows furrow. But you pull her hand over the back of your shoulder and she leans in. You rest your head on her shoulder and put your right foot under your butt. Pressing yourself against her side. Easily cuddling into her as the coven talks. 

Rio’s at the other end of the table and she looks at Agatha. The two lock eyes as the rest of the coven talks about Beltane and Litha. And how they will need to celebrate and what they’ll prepare for circle. 

Rio winks at Agatha who smiles warmly back at her. It’s a silent conversation. Rio is so relieved to see you so relaxed. And the fact that you are curled against Agatha makes everyone feel better. Most of all you and Agatha, but Rio’s heart feel’s full as she looks at you both. 

Lilia is talking about how they’ll need to have a bonfire and maypoles and Jen groans. 

“What is it Kale?” Lilia looks unamused. 

“Maypoles? Come on we know you are the Crone here but that is sooo…” Jen says and Lilia looks offended at being called old. 

“So retro, and fun! Baby what do you mean we can’t do maypoles! The kids love it! Besides last Beltane we had that huge bonfire on the beach and you got naked and danced!” Alice licks her lips at the memory. 

“That was because of the Dandelion wine! Which is totally Rio’s fault!”

You and Agatha hadn’t added anything in a while, Agatha seemed afraid to speak and break whatever spell you were under. She didn’t want to spook her Bunny into moving away now that you were curled against her. But you spoke now. 

“Not Rio’s fault, I picked the dandelions and made the wine that year.” You defended your friend who smirked at you across the table. Before crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Thanks Squish, besides Kale I seem to remember you having plenty of unprotected fertility spell sex that night!” Rio pointed out and you and Agatha both were very still for a moment. But you moved your right hand under the table onto her knee. And Agatha released a small breath you knew she’d been holding. The ring on your finger was still a topic you two hadn’t discussed in detail. And the added fertility magic was not something you wanted to talk about in front of everyone today. 

Rio’s eyes met Agatha and she seemed to see a warning in them. So she changed the subject. 

“If I promise that Sweetness and I won’t make dandelion wine this year, then Lilia should get her maypole.” 

Lilia eyes Rio curiously, and you know Rio’s trying to get your mother to stop disliking her. But you also know it won’t work. Calderu’s weren’t easily persuaded to do anything they didn’t want to do. And your mom would never trust Rio. 

Agatha watched the exchange with an understanding you were confused about. Agatha tended to defend you and Rio. Not Rio’s actions per say, but she didn’t let people push Rio around either. Agatha and Rio had always been protective of each other, not from you. You were their soft spot. But to the coven, they kept secrets. Ones only the three of you would ever know. 

“Maypole’s are a must,” Wanda says after she takes a long sip of sweet tea and hums. “Between the kids loving them and it being Beltane, we aren’t forgetting maypoles!” Wanda argued and Jen threw her hands up but Alice pulled her neck so that she could smooch her in front of everyone. 

“You can wear a pretty flower crown. But we are celebrating, oh and no fertility spells. You already knocked me up. I don’t know if you could give me twins but let’s not tempt it.” Alice said and Lilia and Wanda laughed loudly at the idea. Jen looked simply turned on and it was kinda making you want them to get a room. 

“We could always try!” Jen said and Alice rolled her eyes and kissed her again. 

“You two are really gross.” Rio says and Jen throws her napkin at Death. Who catches it and throws it back. Jen looks like she’s about to grab her water glass before Lilia puts her hand up. 

“Children! Children! No fighting at the dinner table.”

“Just because you aren’t getting to bone your girl doesn’t mean- “ Jen says and Alice grabs her arm stopping her but it’s too late. The damage is done, what went from teasing now has Rio looking angry. 

“Jen, stop.” Agatha surprises Lilia by defending Rio in this moment. You aren’t the least bit surprised but you do what you do best in this family and you smooth it out. 

“Rio, will you help me find that tea for my leg cramps?” You ask like it isn’t your home. Agatha looks both pleased that you are breaking up the fight, but also she looks disappointed you are getting up from your cuddle. You squeeze Agatha’s leg under the table and it’s sweet enough that she does her best to not look upset. 

Rio stands but she’s glaring at Jen and you feel the backyard getting hotter. You stand up and grab your mug and walk over to Rio. You grab her forearm and you feel her respond to your touch. But she’s lurking in the spot and looking ready to say something else to Jen. So you let your warm fingers trail down to her hand and you tug her behind you into the house. You close the slider and walk into the kitchen. 

“That was not nice of Jennifer. But you know she sticks her foot in her mouth. She didn’t mean to hurt you, she’s just not used to family being sensetive to each other.” You explain Jen to Rio for the zillionth time. Knowing that Agatha and Rio tended to get upset at Jen the fastest. Jen said shit without thinking and whenever it was about you, they both got upset. 

Rio put her hands into fists and leaned against the kitchen island. 

“Rio, babe.” You say and the nickname doesn’t stop the veins throbbing in her neck and forehead. So you put the mug down and you go to her side and hug her against your body. It takes a second but Rio turns and holds you now. She’s not saying anything, just breathing against you. 

Her body starts to relax against yours. 

You move to run your fingers through her silky long hair. And  she puts her face against your shoulder. Her fingers are splayed against your back and she’s warm, maybe too warm. But her breasts are pressed against yours and you feel her breathing even. Rio is concentrating on being present, being there with you. 

You can’t make out all the words. But you hear Agatha talking to Jen through the glass door. She sounds stern, like she’s not gonna allow that kind of conversation in her home, or her coven. And you are glad that Agatha’s taking care of it. You know Jen’s feeling guilty for it too. 

But boundaries are important and this is one that shouldn’t keep being crossed. 

Rio doesn’t speak but you pull away and she closes her eyes like she instantly misses you. 

“Want to see if we have any alcohol?”

Rio’s eyes open and she’s smirking now, you always knew just how to cheer her up. 

About fourty five minutes later you and Rio are sitting on the kitchen floor with a bottle of Agatha’s nice red wine. Rio could handle her liquor but she was a lightweight on Aggie’s expensive reds. 

You were sipping, and Rio was chugging. You didn’t want to get fucked up. But you knew Rio needed the distraction. 

Eventually Rio’s laughing and telling you about this guy she had to take the other day. His soul was very dirty and she was explaining his porn addiction with pig masks when the slider opened back up. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. 

You were impressed Agatha had waited as long as she had. She walked around in her barefeet stopping before you both on the kitchen floor. You were looking down at her cute feet. Her toes were painted dark red, you’d done it earlier that week. She’d been surprised at your request to paint her nails. 

But you had secretly just wanted an excuse to touch her. And Agatha had given into you. Even letting you pick the color. You were admiring your handy work when Agatha bent down and grabbed the bottle looking at it. 

“Rio, must you always drink Mama’s good stash?” She teased and Rio cackled and downed her wine glass again. 

“Hi Aggie.” You smile warmly at her and she returns the tender look. 

“You know you two are so fucking cute. I just wanna fuck you guys until the end of days.” Rio drawls and you look at her realizing she’s drank perhaps too much. You grab the bottle from Agatha and shake it a little. It was empty, oh wow. Rio made quick work of it. 

“You are not driving home.” You tell your friend. Agatha sits on the floor facing you both. She’s not chastising Rio, if anyone understands what it’s like to be made fun of in this coven for their feelings for you, it’s Agatha. 

You look over at her and the two of you are silently communicating. 

“Oh my god don’t do that like Daddy isn’t right here. I know you guys are like worried or whatever. But I’m not gonna kill the potions bitch.”

“No one thinks that.” You say and Agatha lifts an eyebrow and you roll your eyes at her. Because of course they both knew it was a possibility but she wouldn’t. 

“Ags tell me you aren’t going to make her apologize to me, that’ll be so weird.” Rio slurs and she rubs her eyes. 

“I talked Wanda out of that notion.” Agatha says and she gets Rio and you are so glad for that. Because Jen talking would only make this so much worse. 

“I can stay here tonight.” Rio grinned at Agatha who glared at her ex now. 

��Lilia will be driving you home actually. We already discussed it.”

“Aggie you are no fun, I just wanna make her cum! Besides the in-law hates me! Wait, you knew I’d drink your wine!?” Rio says and you chuckle at the last bit. Agatha groans and puts the empty bottle on the counter above her head. 

“Rio, if you think you are going to be rude to Lilia I can have Wanda drive you. She’s probably the least likely person to get pissed off by you.” Agatha ignores the rest of what her ex said about you. 

“No, I’ll be good to Mama C. I need her to like me. Why doesn’t she like me?” Rio says and she puts her head on your shoulder and then leans into your neck. Agatha’s eyes go down to see her do it. But you just keep looking at Agatha and her gaze raises to see you. You smile at her, and it’s reassuring enough that Agatha seems to settle. You open your palm, and it doesn’t even take a second for her hand to reach out and take it. 

Your fingers are purple and you heat up her hand like she did before. You both had inside things like every couple did. And this was one of them. You’d been on a coven retreat centuries ago, and you two said you were ‘holding hands to stop frost bite.’ But everyone knew you were in love. And you kept using magic to warm each other up, but also because it was intimate to use magic on each other. It was such a turn on. 

Agatha had never dated a witch before you. She’d dated death of course. But it was different, the magic was…so different. Aggie said she’d been captivated by it. And both of your magic was purple. Which freaked everyone out. No one’s magic was ever the same…color, shade and everything. 

Your fingers now danced with purple under hers and she leaned down and flipped your hands so she could kiss the back of your joined hands. 

“You guys stooooop, so cute!” Rio mumbled and you snorted. Agatha looked deep into your eyes like she was finding everything she needed in them. 

The slider opened and no one pulled away but Wanda walked in. 

“We were thinking about a movie? Any takers?” Wanda asked and you knew she volunteered to come in. After yourself Wanda was the second peacekeeper. Everyone had wanted you to be the leader of the coven. But you’d declined high priestess. Agatha said it was your destiny, but it didn’t have to be your reality today. 

And you’d agreed, she’d taken the role and told you one day she’d want you at her side to do it. But you’d pushed Wanda into the role. She was powerful and emotionally stunted. 

Wanda came over and saw the bottle of wine. 

“How sloshed are we guys?” She said and a bit of her accent came out. 

“Red, I think I see two of you.” Rio answered and one eye was open and one was closed. 

“My god you three need to work your shit out. My teenage sons talk to their partners more than you three do. Ok, so Alice will brew some coffee. None of us are leaving though. So Rio you need to start sobering up. Also sweetheart Billy is texting you.” Wanda tells you and you jump up. Rio groans at you leaving and Agatha’s face sours but you go over to the living room to find your phone. 

Reading it you see a bunch of missed calls and texts. 

“Wanda can I use your car?” You ask and Wanda and Agatha walk over to you. 

“Is he ok?” Wanda asks and you are texting back and talking at the same time. 

“He’s upset, he’ll be ok. But I’m gonna go get him.” You say and Wanda goes to grab her keys from her purse. 

“Bunny you can’t drive, you had wine. Let me come?” Agatha asks and it’s different, because normally she’d demand it. You look up after sending Billy an ETA. To see Agatha looking extremely uncomfortable. You know she doesn’t ask for things. So it’s hard for her to ask permission for something she just wants to take over. 

Wanda hands you the keys and you hand them to Agatha who breathes out a sigh of relief. 

“I’ll text you I promise.” You lean over and hug Wanda and kiss her cheek. She squeezes you tight before letting go. You walk over to Rio. 

“Will you please behave while we’re gone?”

“You and Aggie are the only one’s who like me.” Rio pouts and you know she’s just trying to manipulate an invite out of you. You kiss her forehead and she smiles and you’ve caught her faking being upset now. 

“You are too good my little chili bean.” Rio says seeing your angle now. 

“Wanda will take care of you, be nice to the coven and I’ll suprise you with something fun.”

“Oral?”

You laugh and she smiles at you. You lean in and kiss her on the mouth and she moans in delight and suprise. She tastes cinnamon and Agatha’s wine. You pull back and hear the slider. Rio’s mouth is slightly open and she looks turned on as hell. 

“Behave, for me?” You say and she nods like a good boy now. 

“For you, anything.” You laugh and see she’s used her powers and she’s sober. You laugh and leave her on the floor before moving to your mom and kissing her on the cheek. 

“Billy?” Lilia see’s it in a vision and you nodd. Before leaving and Alice is shouting after you that she didn’t get a hug! But you pull Agatha’s hand out the door. 

Agatha unlocks the minivan. And you throw the coffee cup that’s on the seat into the back. 

Climbing into the front seat Agatha adjusts the mirrors. Before seeing you have your seatbelt on and pulling out. It takes about two minutes of her holding the steering wheel like it personally insulted her for you to sigh. 

“Aggie.”

“You kissed her.” Not even a beat. 

“You know why.”

“We have rules.”

“I didn’t break a rule, it wasn’t sexual and you were there. You might not have initiated it, but it was to comfort. Which isn’t against our rules.”

“Do you kiss her when I’m not around?” There it was you thought. 

“No, we cuddle and we don’t make out. We know the rules.”

“But you want to kiss her…” Agatha presses and you don’t want to go down this road. 

“I feel like this isn’t why you are actually upset. Seeing as how she’s eaten my ass and we’ve all fucked each other a million different ways. So what’s on your mind baby?” You say through clenched teeth. 

“Nothing.” She lies and you can’t believe it. 

“Oh, wow.” You say understanding now and she turns to look at you. But you tell her to stop the car. 

“Bunny no, wait! I’ll explain-” 

“No Agatha stop I see him.” 

And Agatha slams on the breaks and you open the door before it stops. Billy is walking numly by the side of the road his light grey Wizard of Oz T’shirt is drenched from sweat. His beat up pink chucks are barley carrying him. You run over to him and he’s scratching at his wrists.

“My sweet boy.” You say and he looks up. He’s been sobbing and he’s in the middle of a panic attack. But he sees you and he falls into your embrace. You catch him. 

“Auntie!” He screams and you hold him tight. 

“I know sweetie. I know.” You tell him and he shakes. People start to honk and Agatha rolls down the window and gives them the bird. 

You pull Billy up and into the back of the minivan. You crawl into the back with him as he cries against you. Neither of you are buckled, but Agatha drives away. She’s going slow afraid of getting either of you hurt. 

“It I can’t- I can’t-, I-I-” He’s panting and hyperventilating and you have to get him to stop. 

“Baby boy, take a deep breath with me.” You tell him and you put hand on his chest and push and it helps him focus for a minute. You use your jacket sleeve to wipe the snot off his lip. He’s staring at you and you both share deep breaths together. 

You feel Agatha pull into a parkinglot and you look out the window. It’s a local ice cream shop. Agatha turns off the engine and you work with Billy to take deep breaths. Before you are able to coax him out of the mini van and into the ice cream store. Agatha opens the door for you both and you pull Billy to the farthest booth in the corner. 

Agatha goes up the front and orders. 

You drop down into plastic white seats, Billy takes the opposite one and you sit across from him you pull your sweatshirt off and give it to him. Understanding his body is probably cold now that his panic isn’t so intense. He puts it on and thanks you. 

“Is this what Agatha feels like?” He says and you look at him confused. Just as Agatha walks over with three ice creams. One of them is a soft served cone which she gives to Billy. Who takes it and stares at it. He’d taken up your same habit, having a hard time eating when you are upset. But Agatha was smart to get him something sweet and cold. Knowing that it helped you when you had panic attacks, cold water, ice cream, whatever made you present.  

“What do you mean?” You ask. 

“When you love someone and they don’t..want you or love you back? Is this how it feels?” He says and Agatha looks over at you lost. She heard what he said, but she isn’t sure what the fuck is going on. 

“Billy I do love your Aunt Agatha back, so deeply and I do want her very, very much everyday. I would move heaven and earth for her. But this is about you, and Eddie told you he loves you. He’s proven it time and time again. It’s a fight sweetheart and that happens. But love doesn’t just dissolve over night.” You tell him and Agatha’s jaw clenches but she pushes your cup of soft serve vanila with hot fudge and strawberry pieces towards you. Because of course Agatha ordered you ice cream. 

You take it and silently thank her with your eyes. You wonder if you are seeing relief in Agatha at your words to Billy now.

You push the strawberries around the cup but you don’t take your eyes off your nephew. Waiting for him to continue. 

“But..he’s pulling away and he snapped at me. He doesn’t want me. I’m too much.”

It stung to hear your own words on your godson’s tongue. 

“Billy, I’m going to break a big rule. But as Agatha and my godson you are sort of our favorite.”

Agatha smiles at you and then turns to Billy who chuckles. 

“You aren’t suppose to say that, I thought.”

“Your godmother’s don’t lie to you teen.” Agatha jokes with her student and nephew. She surprised him by running her fingers through his curly dark locks. He melted into the touch and your heart felt like it was going to explode. Agatha rarely touched people, with the large exception of you. And Rio when it was sex, obviously. But she loved Billy so much, she was making room for him. 

“Besides Tommy is technically Alice and Jen’s problem.” You say in true Harkness sarcasm fashion and Agatha is proud of you. Billy just laughs again. But he stops and stares at you.  

“What is it?” He says curious now and Agatha plays with his hair. 

“Eddie’s Dad is really sick. And he’s afraid to tell you, because he’s scared of making his worst nightmare a reality. And telling you feels big and real. But Billy, his father is going to die. There’s nothing you or I can do about that. Eddie is a mortal, and while loving a mortal is still very real and valid. There’s some big things you will have to face, and this is one of them.” You tell him and you are making your tone as gentle as you can. You’d loved a mortal. You knew what this was like. Agatha eyed you carefully, she knew your past. 

“Why wouldn’t he tell me? Did Rio tell you he’s going to die?”

“No baby, I can smell it in their home. Besides being part Calderu I see things I shouldn’t.” You admit and Billy’s shoulders fall and you know he’s scared. You reach over and push your ice cream aside. You grab his free hand, the one that doesn’t have ice cream melting. 

“All you can do is be there. For the people you love that’s the only thing any of us can do. You can’t save him, and you can’t erase Eddie’s pain with magic.”

Billy’s eyes look up at you. 

“I don’t need to read your mind to know it honey. It’s every baby witches first thought. You want so badly to help, but you just need to be there. So when Eddie is being moody, or distant. You give him the space to feel his feelings. Don’t take this on as yours to fix. Because it’ll drive you crazy.” You hope that it will be enough for him to listen. 

“You loved a mortal.” Billy said looking up at you and Agatha stopped playing with his hair. 

“I did.”

“Mom never told me that.”

“She doesn’t know kiddo.” You admit and he looks surprised. 

“I thought you guys were best friends?”

“I adore your mom, she’s a wonderful friend. But my best, best, best friend is Agatha. Just like Eddie is yours. So tonight he’s going to apologize for the fight that he didn’t mean. With the words he regrets already. And give yourself a minute, but forgive him. Because he loves you and you love him. And that is everything.” You tell him and squeeze his hand. The sharpie from drawings is smudged on his knuckles and his black nail polish is chipped. He has no scars yet, his baby teenage hands haven’t seen hard labor. They haven’t held death yet, or seen real loss. And you wish just like Billy that you could shield your loved ones from what is to come. 

“Rio can’t-” He starts scared. 

“No hon, no one can.” Agatha answers a united front with you, like always. But she grabs a napkin and wipes his sticky right hand. And it’s nurutirng and it’s one of the many acts of service that Agatha displays for love. 

“I feel bad, I didn’t realize. I’m a witch how could I not know?”

“Teen, your aunt knew but I didn’t. I’m older than her by about two hundred years.” Agatha tells the sweet lost goth boy. You snort and look at her but she’s raising her eyebrow. 

“One hundred and fifty two, but who’s counting. You cougar you.” You tease her. 

Agatha let’s out a big cat noise and you and Billy smile at her. Before Billy turns to you. 

“Can you teach me how to…how to tell?”

“No, because it won’t be what you want it to be. It’ll be sad, all the time.” You tell him and you see Agatha’s face fill with sorrow at your. Because she knows your past, she knows what you have seen, what you’ve done. The horrors you lived through. 

“But I’ll know.”

“Knowing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Now, your mom is freaking out. Even though I’ve texted the woman literally like twenty seconds ago. So, finish your ice cream. I’m going to buy one of those gross ice cream cakes because Alice is knocked up again, and she’ll be so mad if we come back without one.” 

Billy laughs and then his eyes go big. 

“I’m going to be a cousin again?”

“Oh damn kid, I think you are going to be a cousin for a while. This coven just keeps breeding.” Agatha says like it’s annoying but it’s got no malice. You stand and give the two of them a moment. You are Agatha were like the two sides of Billy. And you knew he needed her just as much as he needed you. 

Giving them a minute too. 

You stepped up to the front of the store and opened the day old ice cream cakes freezer. Picking out a large one that was Alice favorite flavor, cookies and cream. You held it and reached in your back pocket to text Wanda back again. 

You waited in line behind a guy with a blue mohawk. Before it was your turn you walked up to the front where a teenager was chewing gum and making big pink bubbles. 

“Hi, I am going to take this and can I get a pint of Rocky Road and a pint of your Coffee?” He nodded and walked into the back. You took out your credit card and after he bagged everything and rung it out you swiped it. He looked down at your breasts and you preteneded not to notice him. You also worked hard not to read his mind, it was so easy when they were this stupid. You grabbed the plastic bag and turned and Agatha held your hips to steady you before you fell into her. 

“Sorry.” You said surprised at how close she was. You were usually hyper aware of where she was. But you were not paying attention and she furrowed her brows for the same reason. 

“Bunny, you ok?”

“Yeah, sorry just lost in thought.”

She looked at you for a moment as if checking your story before she turned and looked at the guy behind the counter. He seemed to fear her in this moment and she glared at him for staring at you. 

“Come on baby, let’s go home.” You say and you grab her hand and pull her towards Billy who was outside texting Wanda. Agatha follows you hand in hand out to the mini van. 

You open the back but Billy takes the plastic bag full of ice cream and gets in the middle where there wasn’t a car seat. 

“You don’t wanna sit with Aggie up front?” You say surprised, but he shakes his head and gets in the back and texts rapidly with his mom. 

“Come on superstar, can’t get rid of me that easy.” Agatha jokes but you hear her true feelings. You close the sliding back door and then get into the front. You grab her hand and pull her palm onto your thigh. Placing it there and Agatha seems to like how much you are touching her today. 

“Take us home before the ice cream melts.” You tell her.

Agatha keeps one hand on you as she drives back to your home. 

Billy grabs the plastic bag and you tell him to go in. Agatha is unbuckling and you unbuckle too but before she can grab the door you reach over and you grab her face. She’s momentarily shocked at you. But you lean in and kiss Agatha, it starts off nice but it turns hot and needy. You slip your tongue into her mouth and she moans and grabs the back of your neck to pull you closer. After a minute of making out like teenagers yourself you pull back. 

“I don’t want to get rid of you Harkness.” You tell her and it’s not teasing and she see’s you. “You don’t need to be jealous of me kissing Rio. If you want a kiss I’ll give you a kiss. You don’t need to be so scared of me. I know we aren’t exactly in a good place right now. But my love for you isn’t the thing in question. And while I love all of those fucking witches in there. You are my best best best friend. And you know that because you don’t argue with them about the title. You know you have it. So stop looking at me like you are so fucking scared.” You shake her head slightly as you hold her.

“I am scared Bun. More than I have ever been before.” Agatha says and it’s honest. “I can’t lose you. I can’t. I won’t. It can’t happen.” She says and it breaks your heart. You kiss her forehead and you pull back. Opening the car door. She follows you into the house and you aren’t sure if the kiss helped her or hurt her now. 

Billy has already been taken by the coven. 

The group as soon as they see an upset Billy swarm him like a bunch of fucking moths. Jen starts on his nails, because that’s the only way she feels better. Alice is letting him pick the scary movie on your TV. Lilia is telling uncomfortable stories about her past lovers, ew. With no context on why he’s upset, just assuming it’s love trouble. 

Wanda practically has him in her lap as she’s cuddling him. He’s got her lipstick on his face.  He doesn’t seem to mind them though. After a rough day all the witches who love him, the matriarchs are showing him affection. Not such a rough way to go. 

Rio is doing the dishes alone while everyone is touching Billy. Agatha grabs the plastic bag and walks into the kitchen. You jump up on the counter and Rio smiles at you. You grab a towel from behind our back and put your hand out to get a dish. Rio drops her face and kisses your palm before handing you a wet plate. 

Nosferatu is sitting by Rio’s feet keeping her company. 

“You do ok while we were gone?” You ask and she nods. 

“I was on my best behavior.” She says and there’s no trace of alcohol on her what so ever. What a fun trick she can pull. 

“So you hid and didn’t talk.” Agatha says from behind you both. Pulling out the ice cream cake. But she looks down and sees the two tubs of ice cream. 

“Bunny, what’s this?”

“You like coffee and Rio likes rocky road. Even though I know you both like those flavors and steal each others all the time.” You tell her as you wipe the plate. Rio turns to Agatha in a bit of surprise. 

“You bought us ice cream?” Rio says confused. “There’s a whole fucking ice cream cake?” She states looking at the giant thing. 

“Right but you two don’t like ice cream cake and you hate cookies and cream.” You tell them as you stack a plate. 

“But you don’t like cookies and cream, and neither does Billy or Lilia. You didn’t buy them something else?” Agatha states and you shrug. 

“Billy already had ice cream and whoever else will manage. You two are my priority, and you don’t like ice cream cake. It’s not a big deal.” You say and you aren’t paying attention to the two woman looking at each other. Seeming rocked by how much you loved them. 

You just hop down and go into the living room, your big dog following you.  

Jen orders deep dish pizza to be delivered. And all of you eat spread out in the living room. Agatha is in the tight loveseat to the side and you are comfy in her lap. Letting your feet rest under Rio’s thighs to keep your toes warm. Both of them look at each other and you ignore them. Eating pizza and watching ‘As Above So Below.’ It takes place in Paris in the catacombs. You remember them well. You like the play on Datne’s inferno and you watch happily. 

The rest of the coven takes the larger sofa, they squeeze onto it. Lilia is sitting in the reading chair. You try not to think about how many times your ass has been over Agatha’s knee on that chair. But Lilia is drinking wine and her barefeet are up on the coffee table. Every now and then she feeds a bit of crust to Nosferatu. Who keeps his head in her lap. She brushes the dog over and over again. 

The movie is about halfway through and in that time some of the coven gets confused. 

Lilia and Jen ask questions too often and Billy explains. You finish your pizza and drop the paper plate on the side table. You realize that perhaps you’ve been too touchy with Agatha and your body stiffens. 

Was this wrong? Should you have been keeping the distance? You were still worried you were too much. That this was wrong, that Agatha deserved better. That maybe you shouldn’t be here. But just as you started to think about it Agatha pull you down against her chest. Your face ended up in her neck.

“Bunny, stop worrying. Don’t over think it. Just cuddle me, it’s ok. There’s no bear chasing you. Don’t panic.” Agatha told you and you sighed and Rio pulled your legs so that they stretched out and she massaged your feet. Not meeting your eyes, not making you self conscious as she watched the movie.

 While Agatha let her strong hands push and the muscle of your thighs and lower back. It was calming you down so much, the two of them working easily to make you relaxed and cared for.  

“I loved Paris.” Lilia says and looks over at you and you smile even in your euphoric state. Your mom may be a tad tipsy you realize now. Wanda and Alice stuck to sweet tea, but Lilia and Jen were not as interested in that. 

“Me too.” You admit remembering your fun times. The sex and kink clubs, the magic, the food. You were a different person then. 

“You guys have been to the catacombs then?” Billy asked and you laughed. 

“Oh yeah kiddo, your Auntie used to break in and hold circles there!” Lilia outs you to the coven. While Agatha knew about this you weren’t prepared for everyone else to hear it. Rio looks at your fiance with interest. 

Alice paused the film and turned to you. 

“What the hell! You never told me that!”

“That’s some dark shit.” Jen said as her fingers played with Alice’s hair, her wifes head in her lap. 

“How long were you in Paris?” Wanda asked not as phased with the dark magic as the other two. You loved that about Wanda, she’d done some bad shit too. So you didn’t get judged about things from her. Alice and Jen grew up in magic homes like you, but they had some more…opinions on practices. Dark magic was not always an easy topic for the coven. 

“But you held circle in the catacombs?” Billy repeated not believing it. 

“Thanks mom.” You said sarcastically. 

“I just feel like you would have told us this amazing story!” Alice says throwing her hands up. Agatha subconsciously pulls you in a little closer to her. She was ready to defend you if you needed it. Agatha wished she’d been there for everything in your life. 

“It was a very long time ago. I liked dark magic, I did bad things. We really don’t need to get into it.” You say and Rio smirks now. 

“Always liked the bad boys, did ya?” Rio teases and Agatha uses her free hand to slap Rio’s shoudler in warning. 

“I would love to watch the movie again.”

“Was it like better energy divination? Were you doing necromancy? Oh my god did you do sex rituals? You so did you kinky freak!” Jen said her imagination going wile and Lilia just looked amused at you for stirring the shit pot. 

“Wow it’s getting late, don’t you all have homes you need to get to.” You snark back and Agatha’s body tensens. She doesn’t want this to end. You in her lap, her hands on your body.

“Your Auntie is right, It’s a school night. Besides as her best friend she’ll tell me eventually.” Wanda teased and patted Billy’s shoulder for him to get up. 

“What about the ice cream cake?” Billy panicked not wanting to go home and Alice threw her fists up in the air. 

“The pregnant lady gets the ice cream cake.” Lilia tells the group who all agree. 

“I’ll happily share with my cute nephew though.” Alice grabs Billy’s shoulder and rubs it lovingly. He smiles at her. 

Lilia stands up and turns the lights on and everyone starts to clean up and get their stuff. You go to stand and Agatha grabs your hip. Rio senses something’s off and she squeezes your foot before moving to go help pack up food. 

You wait until she leaves and then you put your hand into Agatha’s hair. You pet her like the black cat she is. 

“Aggie?”

“Sorry Bun, give me a minute.” She tells you and you aren’t used to this many apologies. But you play with her hair and she takes deep breaths. It takes about two minutes before she nods and you slowly get up. Pulling her hand and helping her get up too. 

Everyone is out in the drive way and you can tell Agatha doesn’t want to go. But Lilia is tipsy and she shouldn’t drive. Before you can make your way over to the witch Alice grabs you and Lilia is next to her. Alice is hugging you and Lilia grabs your face. 

“Fun night my duci.” Lilia uses the sicilian nickname and you know she’s gonna hurt tomorrow.  She kisses your cheeks a little wetter than before and she goes over to talk to Wanda. 

“So does this mean you two are back together?” Alice asks still holding you in a hug from the side. 

“Alice, leave it alone.” You tell her but there’s not enough bite and your friend continues. 

“We’re all tired of seeing you being miserable and pushing her away. Can you just-” She feels your body get stiff under her. “Hey babe-”

“Alice, it’s not that easy. I’m sorry you don’t get it-”

“Hey wait a minute!” She chastises and Jen comes over and grabs her pregnant wife. 

“Come on honey, you gotta drive me home.” She says and Alice is ready to fight with you but Jen winks in your direction and you are thankful even in her more tipsy state, she is actually helping for once. But Alice points her finger at you she’s talking louder than before. 

“You are being secretive and I don’t like it. We love you-”

“Maybe you shouldn’t! Fuck!” It falls out of your mouth too loudly and everyone turns and looks at you now. An entire family of sad eyes fall on you. Their concern is clear as day. And you wish you could disappear. So you do what you do best, you push them away. You walk over to Billy and kiss his forehead and call for your dog. Who’s at your side before you can finish his name.

“Sweetness!” Rio yells after you and you hear Wanda yell for you too. Someone is walking towards you but you are faster. You go back up the porch and lock the door behind yourself. Marching up the steps and into your master bedroom. 

You take deep breaths and take off your clothes. Going into the shower to cry. When you emerge you put on one of Agatha’s tank tops and sleep shorts. Going into the bed you grab Agatha’s pillow and it doesn’t smell like her as much as it used to. And you beg for sleep to take you. Nos crawls on top of your feet and it helps a little. 

Until your dreams are the thing to scare you. 

You see it from Agatha’s perspective. You are being tortured in Salem by her mother. And she’s begging and pleading for your life. But you are burning, and you feel the heat.

Agatha is asking to die instead and that’s when something wet hits you. 

Nosferatu is licking your tears. And you jerk up back into the master bedroom, not in Salem any longer.

It was midnight, you realized from the clock on Agatha’s side. And you woke up from that nightmare perspiring. You turned to the side of the bed and Agatha wasn’t there, oh right. 

You look to the armchair and she wasn’t there. Right you’d slammed the door on your family. 

You grab a sweatshirt with bleach stains on the cuffs and you aren’t wearing shoes. Nos follows you into Jen’s Subaru she’d left the keys because she and Alice took different cars. And she’d been too tipsy to drive. You were thankful for it now. 

You call for Nos to get into the back, knowing you’d have to apologize to Jen for the dog hair later. 

You drive to your mom's house. It’s not far, twenty-five minutes on a night like this. 

You leave Nos in the car with the windows down, and you hesitate before you knock on the door. It takes a few minutes, but you know Aggie is on the sofa, your mom didn’t have a guest room. You knock again and Agatha opens the door. She’s wearing another one of your flannels and she’s in sleep shorts. 

“Bunny, are you ok? You aren’t wearing shoes, again.” She says looking down at your barefeet and then back at you. 

“You had a nightmare, didn’t you?” You tell her rather than ask. 

“Yeah.” She says and you can see that she didn’t sleep well. 

“About me?”

Agatha opens and closes her mouth a few times before answering. 

“Yeah.”

“Come back.” You say and it’s not the speech you planned on the way here. 

“What?” Agatha says and you realize she’s pinched her own arm casually to see if she’s dreaming. It’s so cute but you don’t comment. 

“Come home, I don’t know what this is. I don’t know how to fix it all. I’m not saying we are back together or not back together. I just. I can’t sleep right, and you keep having these horrible nightmares. I don’t know how to fix this, Aggie. But I love you. And I can’t do this without you. I love you and- and I won’t do it without you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. And I can’t promise it’ll be easy or perfect. But I can’t sleep without you anymore! And those dreams make me think you don’t want to sleep without me! I mean what I said to Billy was right, right? That doesn’t just dissolve over night! You still want me right? Oh god I didn’t think this through-“

Agatha lunged into your arms and hugged you. You wrapped your arms around her neck where her messy ponytail poked out.

“Bun what a beautiful proposal. Of course I want you. Nothing has ever sounded sweeter. Yes, I would love that. I’ll sleep in the guest room if you want or I can-“

“No, in our bed, with me. Please?” You say against her, and she nods and you hear her gasp. Before biting her lip to stop the noises coming out of her. She forms a sentence with much hard work in her mouth. 

“I would love nothing more.”

“I don’t know what this means.” You admit against her. 

“That’s ok, we don’t need to know. Day by day okay?” She says and you wonder if your mom told her that. It sounds like a Calderu sentence if you’d ever heard one. Agatha really needed out of your moms house. You turn against her and sniff before realizing what’s happened. 

“Ok, but I’m driving cuz you’ve definitely had Tequila tonight with my mom.” You laugh and she laughs and doesn’t deny your wolf nose. 

You release each other, and she goes to grab her phone and wallet inside. You hear her open the kitchen door and grab Senior Scratchy. 

 You realize she’s not leaving Lilia a note. Because your mom probably saw this coming anyway. But when she walks out and you grab your keys to lock your mom’s house, she isn’t holding a dufflebag or anything. 

“Bag?” You're confused.

“I’ve been wearing your clothes mostly, and four outfits I keep rewashing. There’s nothing in there for me.”

You realize Agatha means that in a few different ways, her home was with you. 

The rabbit starts to make happy squeaking noises when it recognizes you. You bend down and kiss his head and he only gets louder. Agatha smirks and how in love her familiar is with you, every part of her soul craved you. 

You nod and feel guilty that she’s been living like this. She gets in the sticky Subaru. You know Agatha is happy because she doesn’t complain about the smell of Jen’s car. Because it smells like a stinky pre-school for sure. And you throw one of their kiddos three feet tall stuffed Rhino into the back of the car so Agatha can sit. It makes a farting noise and you both don’t comment. Being around kids for years and years desensitized you both to weird children's toys. Aggie puts her familiar in the back with your pup. The two recognize each other. Nosferatu starts to lick the rabbits fur. The two curl up in the back seat with each other. It’s fucking adorable and you take a quick picture before Agatha panics. 

“You didn’t speed here, did you?” Agatha says, now fearing how you got here. Which was funny since she’d been doing tequila shots with your mom. And was judging your driving now. 

“No, I listened to Jen’s burned shitty CD’s since this thing doesn’t have an AUX cord. It was so much ‘If you are happy and you know it.’ So I should get a metal for not speeding. Besides you know I don’t speed with Nos in the car. Or you!” You defend, and Agatha looks sad again and you wonder what you said. 

“You shouldn’t speed with you in the car. It doesn’t matter who else is with you, Angel. You are the precious cargo.” She says and you grab her hand and squeeze it. But she doesn’t allow you to release, turning her hand over and lacing your fingers. It’s so easy, it’s so nice. Like the goddess herself carved your hands to fit one anothers. 

 And you drive easily with your left hand on the wheel. 

“How was the rest of your night?” Agatha asks, and it’s not awkward; she genuinely wants to know. You’d been upset. 

“You mean after our crazy coven left the house? Oh, it’s great my so called fiancé put a chastity ring on me so I can’t masturbate!” You laugh and Aggie looks pleased with herself. You aren’t sure if it’s more that you can’t cum without her or that you called her your ‘fiance’ but either way she’s beaming. 

“Have you tried?” Agatha teases knowing, full well if you had you wouldn’t be able to reach an orgasm. 

You turn when you come to a red light to glare at her.

“Yeah! Actually I did! Not tonight but this week. But It’s like numb or something, I can get turned on and wet! But my fingers are useless!”

The light turns green and you go again. 

Agatha laughs, and you join her at how absurd the whole thing is. But you know Agatha is laughing at you, not with you. Her sadistic ass is glad you can’t cum.  

“It’s not funny! You suck! It’s a good thing I love you, you prick!” You laugh again. And she smirks until her face falls.

“You tried alone?” She’s looking down at your joined hands, and you scoff. 

“Agatha! What the hell? Who would I be trying with? You are over every day!” You say. 

“At night, someone could come after I leave..” Agatha says and you realized she’s given this some thought. You press her stupid theory.

“Who?” You grit out, and you don’t need an answer. Agatha doesn’t even look ashamed at her misplaced jealousy. “You two are so ridiculous!” You shout, and Agatha doesn’t let go of your hand.

“It’s not an outrageous question.” She says calmly, and you laugh so sinicly at her.

“Yes, it is! Ya know, this is so ridiculous! I was late to your little romance! You two dated first! Shouldn’t I be the one who’s insanely jealous that my fiancé and friend were in love!”

“It isn’t the same!” Agatha’s tone makes it seem like you aren’t getting it at all. 

“Why! Why because, it’s me and Rio and not you and Rio?” You say outraged at the idea that is somehow ok. 

“No, because it’s you! Rio and I loved each other, and we were toxic and lost. We were co-dependent and stupid for decades. Yes, of course, we loved each other. But it wasn’t like you! I love you so differently than I loved her!”

You come to another stop light and you look at her with something akin to curiosity, and you wondered if it would end for you like the cat. 

“Explain it.” You demand, and Agatha does. 

“Loving you is magic, it’s complex and fits so right with everything in the world. Loving you has never been toxic or ugly. I don’t need to prove anything and neither do you. It’s safe and beautiful, it’s warm like home… It’s better than anything I’ve ever experienced or ever done or ever will do! Bunny, loving you was the best decision I’ve ever made. Hurting you and doing whatever this is, is the thing I regret more than anything I’ve ever done. And I’ve done a lot of murder in my day.”

She’s shaking her head at all the dead bodies before she continues. Agatha is trying so hard to explain it you almost wonder if she’ll make herself have a headache. 

“ So that’s really saying something! I love you without fear of looking ridiculous. Because big shows of devotion or time-consuming acts of service are all worth it. And to you smile at me the smile you save just for me. You are worth it all. So it isn’t the same. It’s not what you do or don’t do. It’s who you are. I can’t..it’s not the same. My love for you is strong, not some delicate little thing that you find wounded by the side of the road. My love for you never waivers, it doesn’t matter how hard times get. It’s constant and sure of itself. It’s deep in my bones an ache for you nothing but you can ease. You are always on my mind, in every decision I make in the day. I love you without fear, because loving you makes me a better person. I love how you see me, I love who we are when we are together. I love that you dog ear the pages of all my books, I used to hate when people did that! I love that you can’t watch a scary movie without feeling empathy for the monster. I love you when you are sad, when you get really upset or mad. I love you for you every inch and every scratch you’ve ever had.” Agatha says and a,t the end she looks at your joined hand again. And you sigh before biting your lip and shaking your head. 

“What about Rio?” You ask,, and you know it’s not fair, after such a gorgeous monologue on how strong her love for you is. You feel the truth in ever bit of it.  

“What about Rio?” Agatha asks like it’s obvious, she’s not on the same level.  

“You don’t love her anymore?” You clarify. 

“I’ll always love Rio. But it’s not the same. I’m not in love with Rio.”

You don’t agree with her. 

“I think you are lying, I think you can’t forgive her. And I know why. But it’s not fair.”

“I don’t love Rio. Not the way I love you. And you know me way too well to believe that is a lie. You just don’t want it to be true.” Agatha clarifies, and you pull into the driveway and turn off the car and turn to the side to look at her. Nos is panting with his head out the window because it’s hot. 

“I think you are right. I don’t want to believe you could really fall out of love with Rio.” You tell her, and Agatha bites her lip now. But she’s older and she’s strong and her resolve doesn’t break as she looks into your eyes. 

“I want to marry you. I want our souls bound. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I know Rio will always be in our lives. I will love her, and you will. But if you ask me to choose-”

You open your mouth, and she holds up her free hand to stop you. Before she uses it to unbuckle and turn to you like you had. 

“It will be you, every day of every moment for the rest of my existence. If you want to incorporate Rio more than our already stated rules, we can talk. But I have limits, and I know you, you won’t always like them.” She said regretfully, and you are proud of how strong Agatha is. She won’t bend her boundaries, and you love that about her too. 

“I’ve always respected your limits. I wouldn’t ask you to break one.” You say softly and the corner of her mouth lifts. 

“I know Angel, you’ve never put me in that position.” Agatha valued that in you. 

“So then why do you believe I’m going to run away with Rio at the very absence of you?” You whine. 

“Because she loves you, and you love her. Not in the same way you love me. But you do have a soft spot for her. And I agree with your Mother. There’s nothing good that comes from loving Rio, longer term that is.” Agatha says slowly, and you reach out and touch her cheek.

“I’m not sure where this idea is coming from. But I think the three of us are complicated. And it’s not that simple. I do love Rio, and you are right. It’s a different part of my heart than the one you own. But it’s still there. And she’s not going anywhere. And you two will have to figure this out, if not for each other, then maybe for me?” You say, and it isn’t meant to be selfish. But it’s true, the two would have to co-exist no matter what. 

“We can do that,” Agatha admits like she doesn’t call Rio and talk about you endlessly at night. You smirk at her knowingly and she is once again reminded you know everything about her. 

“Get your ass inside witch, I need a big spoon.” You say dropping, your hands and she’s all too happy to open the Subaru door. Both your familiars are inside before you open the door all the way.  You didn’t lock the house before you left, and you hear Agatha make an upset noise behind you.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Mommy wasn’t here to do it, ok!” It slips out, and you stop walking and put your hand over your mouth, shit! Agatha lets out a witch's cackle behind you. 

“Rio owes me a hundred bucks!” Agatha says and you are about to turn and slap her arm when two arms come around your waist and stop you. She puts her mouth on the shell of your ear. Her warm breath hitting you and the smell of her perfume is intoxicating. 

“You lasted longer than ever before. But you are Mommy’s girl. Daddy’s gonna be so mad at you! But you can’t help it, you even touched yourself without permission, and you know how I feel about that!” Agatha breathes against you and you moan and bite your lip. 

“I didn’t mean to say it! I didn’t mean it! Agatha!” You try to regain your composure but your underwear is already getting ruined. 

“No, no, no taking it back! I like the nickname too! And you sound so pretty saying it. And Freud would have a thing or two to say about you trying to deny your desire to say it!” Aggie giggles. 

“You don’t even like Freud! You said he’s full of shit and finger bangs people he shouldn’t!” You defend yourself and it doesn’t work. 

“I like the Doctor right now!”

To be continued...

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Oh COME ON Bella! pt2 rewrite (Felix Volturi X Swan Fem Reader)

A/N: Well, hello it's been too long, I'm going to be completely honest with you guys I have not been making my writing a priority as I should be. I have been learning how to balance my time working full time at a cooperation job is hard, I feel like I never have time for myself but i am learning how to make the time. I don't know how many people are still invested but here the rewrite for part 2.~Kenzie

pairing: Felix volturi X fem Swan reader

Type/ warnings: M for mature

Word count:3,355

Date posted: January 30 2025

Six long tortuous months have gone and passed since I was dragged to Volterra Italy where I met him, Felix, the man who has so effortlessly caught my attention. He feels so close yet so far out of my reach. The only reasons I know that he is actually real is because of the leather book which is on the nightstand by my bed as well as the memory that plays on repeat every night while I sleep.

I find myself more often than not longing for the feeling of comfort that his cold embrace manages to bring to my warm body. I have yet to hear from him but he promised, so I am not going to lose hope so easily. Though I do miss him every day even though I don’t know him very well at all. I am guessing it is the bond.

Today Jasper has dragged Bella and I to the Cullens house after school to work on their Spanish project that is due the following week while I sit on the couch next to Rosealie, she is probably my favorite Cullen as she is unapologetically honest with me. Which I very much appreciate as everyone else isn’t as straight forward as Rosalie.

I see an angry Edward storm into the room with a panicked Alice hot on his heels, “Edward you don’t have the right to do this, it’s not your place. If you follow through with this it is not going to end well for anybody involved.” Alice sped infront of Edward to stop him.

“I am doing this to protect her.” He seethes looking down at alice callously

“Since when have you ever cared about her safety. Trust me Eds you are going to do more harm than good.” Alice grabs the envelope out of his hands as this comment shocks Edward. "STAY OUT OF IT!" she adds loudly.

“Y/n/n this came in the mail for you from a very special someone.” Alice says and passes me the envelope, while wiggling her eyebrows at me playfully.

“Thank you!” I exclaim with a big smile taking it from her hand gently. I let out a barely audible giggle as I run my fingers over the fancy cursive writing that adores the front that reads y/n Swan with the Cullens address. I gently turn it around and admire the red volturi wax seal. After a second I pull open the wax seal then i pull out the parchment and allow my eyes to run over the words.

 ‘To my dearest little dove, I am happy to inform you that I finally managed to get my hands on a phone, that I have yet to accidently break. It took me longer than expected as I kept on crushing them on accident. I put my number at the bottom. Don't tell anyone about this but Aro is planning on sending us to Seattle for a mission soon. I can't say when but afterwards I’ll sneak away to come and see you. it shouldn't be too difficult to do. With much love Felix aka your giant.��� 

With a smile I feel the envelope is still slightly heavy, with curiosity I look in the envelope. I see a very dainty looking necklace. I gingerly lift it out and into my hand, it is a small yet perfect diamond. ‘A diamond for you to sparkle in the sunlight as I do.’  I let out a slight gasp after I read the note, I very carefully put the necklace on. Once it falls into place my chest swells with love and pride.

I pull out my phone and program his number under the name 'Gental Giant'. I send him a picture of me with the necklace on as well as a message ‘it’s gorgeous Fe, I love it very much Thank you.’

A few hours later on at home I hear my phone ping. I check it with a grin. It is a message from Felix, ‘I am glad you love it, I'll come find you next week to visit.’ i read while smiling wide

With a blush that he can’t see I type out ‘can’t wait giant’

I lay down for the evening as i have school in the morning.

I am soon lulled in to a deep slumber dreaming of the tall giant that has started to plague my every dream...in the best way possible of course. In this particular dream I can see him and I cuddled up on the same couch that is in his room in the corner by the fireplace as he reads out loud to me. One of his big cold hands turns the page while the other is placed on my knee, gently resting there covering it completely.

*One week passes by*

The day after I received the letter from Felix, I worked on getting him one in the mail in return. I decided to make him a bracelet out of some black cord, as well as write him a letter in return. I made sure that it got in the mail the same day. I went ahead and put two extra stamps on the envelope even though I don’t think it makes all the difference. I do hope that he got it and that it didn’t get lost in the mail on the way to Volterra. I find myself absent mindedly studying for my upcoming history test.

I am situated in the living room with music playing softly in the background. My therapy has been up for some time now and I have been doing much better overall. It was finally deemed safe for me to be by myself, So I am home by myself. Bella is either at the Cullens or with Jake at Emily’s house. Whist Charlie is at Billy Blacks watching the late-night baseball game. I am brought out of my deep trance by a crash and cursing from my room upstairs. Quietly and full of nerves with my heart racing I grab my pepper spray tiptoeing my way up the stairs avoiding the creaky stair boards. I silently enter my room, heart beating out of my chest, my finger on the trigger of my pepper spray ready to fire. When I see a very much so familiar giant that I have been missing, my body starts to relax.

Throwing my pepper spray somewhere off to the side, I excitedly exclaim, “Felix! Please tell me you are really here in front of me!”

“Yes, dove it is really me.” He reassures me and pulls me into his cold yet very comforting embrace, “Oh how I missed you.” he slightly breaths in my scent as I nuzzle my face into his strong cold chest.

“I missed you to Fe so much. I have a question; so I am in the middle of studying, would you mind helping me study for my history test please?” I ask slightly pulling myself from his embrace to get a good look at his perfect face.

“What time period Kiddo?” he jests as I lead him down the stairs by his hand.

“Kiddo really!?!” I exclaim "It is the 16th Century" I reply handing him my notes and textbook.

He asks me a random question and I answer confidently as I know it is the right answer. I see him furrow his eyebrows, “Dove I'm sorry but that’s not right at all.”

“Yes, it is Fe, it is in the textbook.” I state the obvious.

“Is that really what they wrote! That is totally not how this happened I was there.” He laughs a bit in shock

“Well, that is what they are teaching me. Glad to see that they are lying” I state and grab the textbook out of his outstretched hand, I freeze when I look down at his wrist.

I grab his and gently pull it towards me running my thumb across this cord with adoration, “you’re wearing it.”

“of course, Dove, I love it; I have not taken it off since I got it and I don’t plan to anytime soon.” he responds softly

“Thank you! I only take my necklace off when I sleep.” I state with a small smile.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He smiles "So what do we want to do now?" he asks looking at me.

"Hmm We can watch..." I am cut off by another body speeding down the stairs halting in front of us. “Fe we got to go now.”

I start to panic when I notice it is just Demetri his friend and fellow guard.

“Okay Dem I will be right out.” Felix states defeated as our time is cut short, yet again.

“Oh, and nice to see you again y/n,” Demetri smiles at me.

“Nice to see you too Demetri.” I smile politely back at him, a little sad my mate has to go so soon.

“Alright My Love sadly I got to go. I promise I will message you as soon as I can.” he says pulling me up into a hug he kisses my forehead as he starts to pull away, I squeeze him tighter to my chest, my face in his neck by his ear, “Stay safe please Felix, I need you around.” I softly plea into his ear. He puts me down and we walk upstairs to my room.

“I’ll do my best,” I hear him say as I watch him disappear from in front of me and out of my window.

I sigh with a newfound heartache deep in my chest, it feels like a hole is there. I sniffle as I walk downstairs to collect my things, I am done studying for the night. I am too upset to retain any information tonight anyway. It was good to see him, and I am happy that I got to spend time with him even for a short bit.

I pause when I see a familiar black cloak, slightly gasping I gingerly reach out and bring it to my chest, hugging it tightly. I find myself breathing in his scent, it smells a bit like cedar and is slightly musky with a very small hint of citrus. This oddly brings me more comfort than anything with lavender ever could or ever would again. Felix has ruined lavender for me and I am very okay with it. I gather my study supplies and pack them up into my backpack for easy transport. I grab the cloak and I rush back to my bedroom.

I put the cloak on my bed while I put my school bag aside for the school day tomorrow. I then take off my shoes and quickly get into pajamas. Soon enough I lay down on my side and bring the cloak of comfort over one of shoulders, like a blanket. I can freely breath in the comforting scent radiating off the fabric. I allow myself to reach the deep state of relaxation and in minutes I am out for the night. I am not sure if he left it behind on purpose or not but I am glad he did.

I only keep his cloak for two weeks as the scent of him is starting to fade. It still brings me the comfort, but it now smells like me, and I know he needs it back. Another week goes by, and I make sure to send Felix back his cloak that he left here as well as a sweet little letter. I am not sure if it was on purpose or accident. However, I am guilty of waiting until it no longer smelt of him, instead I sent it back smelling like me, I hope it may bring him the same comfort it brought me during our time of separation.

Now I am having trouble sleeping at night without the familiar smell of absolute comfort as well as the weight of his cloak. That brings us to where we are now; in a Seattle Walmart smelling the wax melts and candles with Alice trying to find one that is close enough to invoke the same comforting feeling.

I carefully grab a box of brown wax melts and gently pull open the corner to smell. The strong scent makes my face pucker in disgust, this one, smells strongly of male musk and palo santo. Nothing like my Felix," Nope!" I say and put it back on the shelf. I smell my coffee grounds and continue my search. Alice bounces off to the other side of the isle.

A small box of blue wax melts catches my eye. I read the notes on this one softly to myself, "Cedar and sea salt." I don't think it'll be this one but I grab it and gently pull the corner open to get a small whiff. Closing my eyes I breathe in softly, it's almost right but the sea salt throws it off for me, it makes it kind of smell like a sweaty man.

I am starting to lose hope in my search but while I am here I decided to get a few candles for the house. I grab a fresh linen and a pumpkin spice candle then start off in the direction of Alice.

"Alice I only managed to find sweaty males and fruity deserts." I state in defeat, "do you need anything else while we are here, I give up."

"Just let me check in one spot, there is a clearance pile over by the five dollar movie bin." She states taking off at a human's pace. I head over to the five-dollar movie bin as I have given up. I start to filter through the movies when Alice comes running at a human pace towards me, “Y/n/n what about this one, it is called Illusion, there is cedar, musk, and whatever the mystery smell is.”

"I will give it a try Alice but I have lost hope." I state before she starts to hand me the package.

I gently take the package from Alice and gently pop open the corner feeling somewhat hopeful I bring the package to my nose and gently breathe in. The smell is very strong, but it is close enough to Felix that in a tired haze it would do the trick. Happily nodding at Alice, “Alice this is almost exact. Is there more than one?”

I close the small box and start to make my way through the isle with Alice, “Sadly that is the very last one here but at least now you know which one it is, we can order you more from online."

We walk to the self-checkout as I muse, “you’re right Alice! Thank you very much for helping me I appreciate it, you are such a great friend." I muse while I scan and pay for our items and we exit the store.

“You are more than welcome, Y/n i am happy to help." she smiles as she gets into her car.

“Hey Alice, please don’t mention this to anyone, it is kind of embarrassing.” I look down at my hands that are folded in my lap. "I know Bella would view this as childish and I don't want to be made fun of." I state quietly.

“Of course, Y/n/n you have my word. You should not feel embarrassed about missing Felix though. It is not your fault that you two have to be separated at the moment. It is not forever even though it may feel like it. Believe me when I say this though, Felix is just as affected by this as you are, if not more so.”  Alice states while keeping her golden eyes on the freeway. That is one thing no one tells you about vampires, they love to drive fast as it causes an adrenaline rush, I have learned to grow more comfortable with the speeding.

“You really think so.” I ask in a hopeful tone, not because I want Felix to hurt but it hurts a little less knowing that we are both hurting together.

“I know so y/n/n.” she says with a smile, “Don’t let Edward or Bella try to convince you any different. If he says anything to you about this, tell me okay. I’ll have Emmett and Jasper rough him up for you. He shouldn't have anything to say he just needs to let you be happy.”

I am thinking of my response when Alice beats me to it, "Now enough of the heavy, let's listen to some music." I see her cold dainty hand reach over and turn the volume dial up on the radio.

The rest of the ride is filled with laughter, off key singing, and crazy dancing on the way back to Charlie’s house. When she pulls up out front it is four fifty-eight, I have two whole minutes to spare. “Thank you again Alice, for everything,”

“You are most welcome y/n/n, tell Charlie I said hi,” Alice smiles and pulls me over the center console in to a tight embrace (not too tight though).

“Of course, Drive safe Alice.” I state knowing that she is going to drive recklessly now that I am no longer in the car.

I close the car door and walk inside after I hear her say ‘always' I make my way inside to put away my candles and to burn my wax in my wax wamer that is in my bedroom.

Felix’s POV

I have been back in Volterra for a little over a week now. The sharp pain in my chest has only grown stronger each day that passes without her. I miss my little human, more than I could have ever thought possible. I have tried to distract myself with working extra hours and picking up extra missions but it never works. I come to realize that this distance thing is going to be a lot harder to handle then I first thought. I have somehow misplaced my last cloak between the constant missions. I unlatch my new cloak and place it over the couch in my room. I then exit to hunt down where Demetri is hiding away at.

I see him walking down towards the library with Heidi, fixing my bracelet I speed over to them before they can get too far.

“Hey Fe, Gianna the new girl is looking for you, you have mail.” Dem teasingly states.

With a smile I start to turn away with a smile to make my way to the front desk, “Thank you Dem, I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

I don’t wait for a reply, I instead speed down the stairs stopping in front of Gianna's desk. “Hey, Gianna Demetri told me that you have mail for me.”

“Yes, from forks.” she states in broken English handing me a box.

“Grazie.” I state and take the box in confusion, I was expecting a letter from y/n.

She nods as I walk off to my room looking at the box, I see the familiar semi messy writing that I have grown to love. With a smile I put the box down on the table and gently open it. There is a note on red paper that is on top of something wrapped in tissue paper. I pick up the note to read it more closely, ‘Fe, I hope this brings you the same comfort it brought me, love little Dove.”

Curiously I put the note down and open the tissue paper, I am hit by the strong scent of my mate, with a smile I pull out, my cloak? I put it on with a laugh, I must have forgotten it at her house that night. Her scent surrounds me and the pain in my chest subsides just a little bit. She must have been wearing it at night as her scent is imprinted in to the fabric. I smile at the image of her cuddled on her bed, her small frame drowning in my cloak. Maybe this won’t be as hard as I first thought, It’s going to suck but it is going to be manageable…for now.

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[novaursa]

Hi, can I request a rhaenicent x reader (male or female, your choice) . Reader is a Targaryen and a renowned fighter of the seven kingdoms. They win a joust and crown both Rhaenyra and Alicent as their Queens of love and beauty. Thanks !

A Crown to Share

- Summary: Your father sneaks you into the tourney. You win and name Rhaenyra and Alicent as Queens of Love and Beauty.

- Pairing.: Alicent Hightower/female!reader/Rhaenyra Targaryen

- Note: The reader is Daemon's daughter.

- Rating: Mild 13+

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

The tourney grounds of King’s Landing are alive with energy. Banners flutter in the crisp morning air, the vibrant colors of houses across the realm proudly displayed. Lords and ladies fill the stands, their anticipation palpable as they murmur about the events to come. It’s an impressive gathering, with knights in resplendent armor lining up, each determined to win glory and honor.

In the center of the commotion, unnoticed, stands a lone figure clad in polished steel. Beneath the ornate breastplate and mail, your heart races. The helm hides your face, and the crest upon your shield and surcoat are unmarked, giving no indication of your true identity. Daemon had made certain that no one would suspect a thing. You are just another knight among many, your true nature concealed.

“You’re certain about this?” he had asked that morning, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and amusement. He had always encouraged your fiery spirit, your desire to fight, to be seen as more than a princess. But even he knew the risk you were taking today.

“More than anything,” you had replied, determination hardening your voice.

And now, standing here, you feel the weight of those words. The clamor of the crowd fades as you focus on the task ahead, your grip tightening around the lance in your hand. The lists are set, the first match called. Knights clash, wood splinters, and steeds rear, the cheers and groans of the crowd rising with each decisive blow. You watch, feeling your pulse quicken, every victory feeding the fire within you.

When your turn comes, you spur your mount forward. The world narrows to the length of the tilt, your opponent a looming shadow ahead. With a shout, you charge, your lance leveled, heart steady. The impact is shattering. Your opponent is thrown back, the crowd roaring as he falls, unhorsed and sprawled in the dust.

From his seat high above, Daemon watches, a smirk curling his lips. His eyes never leave you, and you feel his gaze, feel the silent encouragement in it. He knows you are capable; he has trained you himself, after all.

Round after round, you fight with the skill and ferocity Daemon instilled in you. Each victory feels like a triumph, but your true goal is yet to come. As the final match is called, the stands hold their breath. You face the last challenger, a knight famed for his prowess. The clash is brutal, each blow ringing like thunder in your ears. But you are relentless, pushing him back until, with a final, powerful strike, you send him crashing to the ground.

The crowd erupts. You dismount, every step measured, your breath heavy inside your helm. The herald’s voice booms, announcing the victor. And then, in one smooth motion, you remove your helmet.

Gasps ripple through the stands. Shock spreads like wildfire as your hair spills free, your face revealed to all. Whispers of disbelief, of awe, rise as those who know you recognize the daughter of Daemon Targaryen, the cousin of Rhaenyra.

Daemon’s smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. He leans back in his seat, watching the chaos you’ve unleashed with a mixture of pride and amusement. You’ve done what no one would have expected, proven yourself in the eyes of the realm.

With steady hands, you take the crown of winter roses from the squire beside you, its delicate petals a stark contrast to the hardened steel of your armor. The crowd watches, silent now, as you cross the field to the royal box where Rhaenyra and Alicent sit.

Rhaenyra’s eyes are wide, her lips parted in surprise. Alicent’s gaze flickers between you and Rhaenyra, a flush rising in her cheeks. You meet Rhaenyra’s gaze, your heart pounding in a rhythm that has nothing to do with the battle just fought.

“Father,” you had asked your father the night before, voice soft, hesitant. “Do you think they’ll understand?”

Daemon had laughed, his hand resting on your shoulder. “If they don’t, my daughter, they will have to learn.”

Now, standing before them, you kneel, offering the crown to Rhaenyra first. “Princess,” you say, your voice carrying over the hushed crowd, “I name you Queen of Love and Beauty.” The roses gleam as she takes the crown, her hands trembling ever so slightly as she places it upon her head.

You turn to Alicent then, your heart a fierce, steady beat. “And you, Lady Alicent,” you continue, your eyes meeting hers, “I name you Queen of Love and Beauty as well.”

There is a moment of stunned silence, then the crowd erupts once more, a roar of approval and shock. You smile, something wry and secretive, feeling the weight of their gazes.

“You’ll have to share the crown,” you say softly, just for them, and something in Rhaenyra’s eyes lights up, a spark of warmth that matches the one in Alicent’s. The tension between them is visible, an unspoken bond that you’ve only ever seen glimpses of.

“Bold as your father,” Rhaenyra murmurs, her voice carrying a note of admiration.

“Bolder, perhaps,” Alicent adds, and you catch the way their hands brush as they each hold a side of the crown, their smiles hidden but present.

As you rise, the cheers of the crowd washing over you, you feel something settle in your chest. You’ve done more than win a tourney today. You’ve made a statement, to the realm, to your family, and, most importantly, to yourself. Daemon’s laughter, rich and proud, echoes across the field, and you know he, too, understands the significance of what you’ve done.

The day may be ending, but this victory, and what it represents, will linger long after the sun sets over King’s Landing.

[mrs-pianofandom-98]

Can we have more poly coven head canons? I love the other ones!!

So!

Lilia is the main cook Jennifer helps her the most. Because one rio and Alice do not have that attention span. And Agatha just pulls the “I’m gonna sit here and look pretty card.” She will sit on the chair as Lilia and Jennifer cook and make comments just to see if she can distract them.

Alice and Rio go on spontaneous adventures. The others could be waiting for three hours and those two come back with the most random souvenirs and stories.

Jennifer and Agatha have been banned from playing card games with just each other (the amount of games Lilia has had to replace..)

Alice is a cuddler. Agatha sitting on the couch reading Alice lays herself across Agatha’s lap. Jennifer sitting at her desk doing work. Alice plopping herself on Jennifer’s lap. Lilia sitting in her rocking chair Alice curls up to her like a cat. Rio laying on the floor Alice drapes over her like a weighted blanket.

Lilia texts them all throughout the day (more like leaves voicemails cause she hates texting) reminding them to eat and drink.

Jennifer loathes when Rio and Alice try to go out in pjs and slippers. She resorts to hiding rios dino slippers and Alice’s bat ones when they are going out. “I do not care we’re just going to check the mail go get dressed.”-Jennifer

Agatha sometimes on her really bad days just goes to Lilia and curls into her side. Silently. Lilia doesn’t say anything and doesn’t let nobody ask. She knows it’s a day Agatha just needs to be held.

Alice and Lilia started to make a photo book. Alice takes all the pictures and Lilia organizes them all.

If I don’t stop this will be way to long 😭🤚🏼

[lyrakanefanatic]

omg i just noticed something

when lyra opens her mailbox at college and gets that piece of mail that didnt have a postage, she says this:

she says that she “suddenly felt like she was being watched”. and who is known to be the watcher, PLUS has some kind of background with lyra’s father? alice hawthorne.

i feel like this was jlb’s way of hinting to the fact that it wasnt eve who invited lyra to the game, but alice. i think she’s planning something, but i honestly have no clue what. and because thomas’ file in the list was so scant, even if eve found it, she wouldnt suspect much of lyra, so i dont think lyra would have much use to her. but alice seems to have her own plan going on, and knows things that nobody else does, so she must have a greater understanding of the whole lyra’s father situation then eve does, and therefore invited lyra to the game for her own separate reason.

i think that eve and alice must have their own separate plans going on, because even though alice is kind of psycho, eve wants to completely overthrow the hawthornes in some way, and thats alice’s family, so i dont think its likely theyre working together.

however, i dont actually know whats really going on, so those are just my assumptions lol 😭😭

[adecila]

I think I remember u saying u were going to the eras tour this yr. Have u gone yet?

Anon omg??? Your timing is impeccable!!! My show was literally last Friday (Amsterdam night 2). It was amazing, I had the time of my life. And my surprise songs were literally all my faves 😭 I couldn't have asked for better mash-ups tbh!!

PS: I KNOW I KNOW. TRUST ME I KNOW. I've been gone for months. I'm slowly making my way back to my life, but it's been rough. On one hand, I don't know what to do with myself after 6 months of intense work and only being able to sneak in a bit of enjoyment here and there, but on the other hand, I'm so bloody tired I can barely function (guess that's what happens when you'reno longer functioning on adrenaline alone). I guess what I'm trying to say is lemme catch my breath, come back to having a NORMAL 9-5 and my usual family life, lemme find my muse again, and I'll dip my toes back into the fandom accordingly... until then: I am good, I'm just trying to slowly get back into things so I don't burn myself out. Missed the fandom a lot. I miss jonerys, I miss writing. I miss FTC. I missed y'all 💖

[youre-ackermine]

Hey Val! Just stopping by to let you know you're a beacon of light that brings joy, kindness and love to this corner of the internet, and I very much appreciate you! Thanks for being here <3

My dear, sweet Alice 🫶

Thank you so so much for your kind words & for being so sweet!! Well, now I'm blushing & it's all because of you!! Frankly I am the one appreciating your blog, your fics, your kindness, your humour & I'm so so happy we're moots 🫶

How have you been lately? I hope all the changes in your life went smoothly.

I'm looking forward to seeing you more on my dash & on AO3! I miss you!

Sending much love & sunflowers your way Queen Alice 🫶

[doctorwoah]

Your artstyle is delightful

Also, care to tell more information about your version of Hyde? I would be staring at you intently while asking this if I could be

Certainly! And thank you for the compliments. Hyde is the "groundskeeper" of Jekyll's university. He also supposedly delivers Jekyll's mail. This is mainly to explain why Hyde has a key to Jekyll's office. The groundskeeper title also gives Hyde access to several pitchforks, and he isn't complaining. Relationships wise, he doesn't have any friends. From his perspective, anyway. In reality, he's fairly close with two sisters named Beatrice and Alice, two of a friend's original characters. There's also that detective (A stand-in for Utterson, whose job is to be as nosy as he is).

Beatrice is pictured here. Hyde is standing on a stool. He likes to feel taller than he is. There's also a running bit that both of the sisters would be delighted to turn Jekyll and Hyde into a vampire. Beatrice because she'd like to have her friend around forever, and Alice because she likes to mess with Jekyll. Hyde does not mind this idea. Jekyll very much does.

[imhighoncrack]

Legendborn hcs p.2

‌William and Sarah are actually pretty close friends‌

• Tor used to have an incredibly popular instagram account, though she was cancelled in record time after people found out about her being racist ass

• saying sel is a night owl doesn't own him justice: his sleep schedule is the weirdest thing you'll ever see in your entire life. He might be doing assignments at 3 am out of boredom, sleep in the afternoon one day and at 9pm the next, and he basically only runs on caffeine and willpower. It all started when he was 13, as he loved reading and never found the time for it bc of his duty as a kingsmage‌

• nick has 0 spice tolerance, and anyone mocks him for it‌

• alice loved to draw, but had to stop because school was taking too much time and it's one of the most inportant things for her. The need for academic validation is so strong that she barely got time for herself, and she's constantly stressed (totally not one of my friends whose mental health i'm really worried for. Basically everything she does is to study, almost no hobbies)‌

• the first times bree used aether, she scared herself. It took her a lot of time to get over it, but still she shudders at the idea of what she could do with such a limitless pit of power‌s

• sel's hands constantly smell like paper, though his aether signature is often too strong for others to notice‌ it

• bree had a cat when she was little, but it died too soon for her to remember it (a car ran over it)‌

• alice plays the flute‌

• when the order gave natasia "limited freedom" to birth an heir, she seriously considered attempting suicide; the only thing that kept her going at first was seeing Faye again‌

• bree often went fishing with edwin as a kid. One of the main photos in the living room is her at age 9 holding a huge fish, missing teeth in her smile, while edwin hugs her ‌

• bree is definetly one of the people most against schools' dresscodes, and wrote even e-mails to her principal, which eventually resulted into the removal of some of the most strict rules‌

• once, when nick was drunk-studying, he fell asleep on his work. When he woke up, the first things that greeted him were a huge headache, a trail of saliva on his notebook and a familiar handwriting having finished his assignments. He can't remember anything, almost as if he was mesmered, but whenever he tried to recall something he could only remember a smell of whiskey, cinnamon, and annoyed grunts over his writing analisys‌

• aether signatures are influenced by personalities. sel's whiskey part of his aether signature got more prominent over the years, because 1) growing up he ended up being more and more similar to his dad, and 2) the thing he remembers most about him is his smell after a night out drinking. In those moments, sel was extremely scared of him, and as he grew older that fear quickly redirected to his demonia, which also became stronger. Sel associates whiskey with fear, and sel is afraid of himself‌, this is why it's so prominent. It's uncontious, and bree only can tell it, though she never spoke about it to sel.

• bree and alice watched most studio ghibli fims‌

• sarah loves knitting and crocheting

[pirateprincessblog]

𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄

( 𝟎.𝟐 ) 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝.

!𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 or here

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: park seonghwa x oc (alice dawson) x jung wooyoung 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.2k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: dilf!hwa, collegestudent!wooyoung, love triangle, dilf trope, eventual smut, angst, fluff 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: yet to come

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this series will be around 10-15 chapters :) please don't hesitate to leave feedback! thank you for reading <33

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"hey, i know you've been off the phone for a few days, and that you want some time alone. i just wanted to leave you a message so that you know that i am here for you."

"hey alice, it's been a week now. just thought i'd leave another voice message to remind you that i love you."

"rae says you haven't been coming to work. i'm getting worried now."

"why aren't you answering the door? are you okay?"

"you haven't spoken to your mother, either. i'm dying of worry. please at least view the messages i sent you so i know you're alive."

the redhead lies on her stomach, laptop opened on the bed in front of her. her eyes wander the articles on it, ignoring the burn from sleep deprivation and staring at the bright screen for a long time. her bladder is killing her, threatening to burst at any moment. but alice has been too lazy to get up for almost sixteen hours now, and her kidneys are pleading for mercy. she ignores it, clenching her core in hopes of relieving the pain. wooyoung's voice mails echo in the room, and she ignores that too. the knocking, ringing, calls, messages, all of it.

she opens the tab with her account balance again. the zeros on the screen are eating her inside out. the arrow on the screen clicks a different tab, and alice sighs, dropping her head on the pillow.

the famous onlyfans. it would be the easiest, fastest way. but is alice really at that point in her life? selling herself to strangers? well, pictures of herself. but still, to her, it was below her dignity. and she still had some. she thinks. what if they were only feet pictures? who cares about that? she would surely make a ton. enough to heal her mother, find a better place, and escape her pig of a father.

sugar daddy site? how does that even work? like onlyfans, but you only have one fan? and he is disgustingly older than you? what if he asks her for favours she cannot do?

a different job? she already has her dream job, and leaving it would be a disaster. the pay is god awful, but alice has never once spent her shift in a bad mood. always surrounded by the very thing she suffers from: fiction. fiction, daydreaming, imagination, you name it. alice suffers from it all. from the most wholesome and soft ones, to the evil erotic ones.

maybe the sugar daddy site will prove itself useful. they don't all have to be old and disgusting, right? after all, she can set boundaries. no live meeting, only texts, maybe a little role playing, and the money will flow. hopefully.

sugar daddy site

find exactly what you want discreetly, safely and fast. join the other 100 million members, experience love, luxury and sexual benefits.

click here to join now

it didn't take long for alice to click on the highlighted join button. she filled out the form with a fake name and address, but a correct town. after all, if he turns out to be someone actually gorgeous and not a complete creep, she wants to be within his range.

her friend requests are already flooding, along with message requests, and she has to take a moment collect herself. she doesn't have to answer any of them, she knows that. but some of those are extremely vulgar, filthy, and some straight up demanding. only two out of twenty messages are simple greetings, leading Alice to question her decision to join the site.

yourmaster75: hello gorgeous. nice tits. would love to play with them sometimes.

so muchfor a respectful hello. what a click bait. and what a cringe name. she clicks on the next one, hoping for a more appropriate approach.

sk1993: virgin or not?

alice is disgusted. she exits the site, then shuts her laptop. with her head buried in the bed, she reaches for her phone. it pains her to even unlock it, her brain having memorized the zeroes on the screen in the bank app. but she does it, feeling bad for poor wooyoung who was desperately trying to make sure she is alright. all while she was on a sex site.

my darling: i know you hate when i offer you money, but please, at least until you get some of it back, accept my help

my darling: or at least take a look at these job applications that i found

my darling: you don't even have to quit your current one, these are all two or three hours of work a day or just few times a week

alice sighs, feeling defeated. if only she had enough courage to face her father and demand her money back. instead, she is seriously considering getting a second job. perhaps it's for the best. it would serve as a distraction, keep her from thinking about her parents, and exhaust her enough to ensure a good night's sleep. the only downside would be not seeing wooyoung as much as before. but he understands, otherwise he wouldn't have sent her all those links or even offered his help.

my darling: now this one is just outside of town, but i could drive you there and you'd just get on the bus back. and the pay looks very good!

indeed, the pay looks very good. a month of working at this place is worth three of working at the library. and only a few hours a week?

babysitter needed

working hours: 17:00 - 22:00 (mon-wed-fri-sat) negotiable paycheck flexible working hours reimbursed transportation fees experience not required

requirements:

- non-smoker - sociable and extroverted - energetic and creative - proper attire and language usage

for any additional information, please call the number below to schedule an appointment.

it does not state the age of the child, which makes alice feel somewhat uneasy. if it's a toddler, she believes she could manage him. but a baby? an infant? how could she possibly know when it's hungry or thirsty? how would she know if it's in pain, and how would she help if it is? it all seems so daunting, and it discourages her from typing in the digits on her phone.

but the pay is tempting, and the young girl finds herself dialing the number swiftly, before she can change her mind. the voice on the other line is dull and snobby, it makes alice roll her eyes with each word that is said into her ear. she just can't wait to see where and with who she would work. after all, that amount of money and that voice do not belong to a regular family.

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the next few days are barely manageable. despite the annoying and obnoxiously loud device being locked away in the drawer, it still manages infuriate alice on the other end of the library. countless of calls and messages from her mother, and an unknown number. she doesn't have to guess twice who that number belongs to. but she could take a guess or two about the reason of the calls.

wooyoung, on the other hand, has given her space. he lets her know that he still loves her, leaving a good morning and good night message every day, along with a flower picked just by the sidewalk near the campus and sometimes a witty hand-written note. and alice sometimes replies, guilt eating her alive, and assures him that she loves him too. she assures herself too, pushing her feelings under the rug. she would never admit it, not even in her head, that she isn't sure in her love for him recently.

the relationship has been one-sided for a while now, with wooyoung doing everything. calls, texts, dates, everything. she was just there, fulfilling the role of the girlfriend. and she was happy while with him, really. but the moment she kissed him goodbye and shut the door, her heart gets drained of those feelings. she is scared to admit even to herself, still hoping that this is just a phase and that it will pass. maybe as soon as her mother recovers, or she fixes the damage her father has done.

yet deep down, she knows that she has cooled down. she doesn't feel the butterflies like she used to, she doesn't initiate anything in the relationship, and the only thing that is keeping her emotions somewhat alive are her books. wooyoung blames it on the situation, but alice knows she is the only one to blame. maybe it's those books, setting high standards that wooyoung can't fulfill. after all, what sane man would hold a knife to her throat as he pounds into her-

"hey, aren't you done for the day?" rae calls, causing alice to twitch and grab onto the ladder. "you were supposed to be out over half an hour ago."

"i was just unpacking the last of today's delivery. suddenly every professor, student and their mothers need this stupid book."

the curly haired girl gasps, putting a hand over her mouth dramatically. "did you, alice dawson, just call a book stupid?"

alice rolls her eyes at the other girl, hiding a smile and acting annoyed. she pushes the ladder aside, picking up the empty boxes and stomping on them to make them flat and easier to dispose.

"also, didn't you have somewhere to go today?"

"yeah, but that's at five in the afternoon."

"alice?"

"yes?"

"it's four fourty-five."

the stomping on boxes is replaced by stomping down the library, legs carrying the girl to the locker with her belongings faster than ever. her hands struggle to unlock it, items falling everywhere as she reaches for her open backpack. she collects anything she can, before storming outside with a quick goodbye to her confused and worried coworker.

the bus has departed long ago, and alice can either run there, or get a taxi. the zeroes on her screen are reducing, and alice is thankful for that. but it feels so painful to spend money now, even when it's needed. having no other choice, the girl jumps into the back seat, showing the driver the address and leaning against the window, hoping to make it on time.

her gaze lingers on the buildings as the car leaves the city behind. winter days approach, with the sun setting earlier than usual and the street lamps already coming to rescue before it completely disappears and darkness swallows the city. as the buildings slowly fade and start turning into grass and trees, her eyes decide to rest for a while.

in such a short time, she dreams of a better life. she dreams of a complete, functional family, a job that she loves but pays well, a healthy relationship with wooyoung again, a house that is not only a bedroom and a bathroom. not a mansion. just a simple house or flat, much like all people her age have.

when she opens her eyes, she sees a house she only ever saw on those luxury social media pages. dark grey stone, with vines decorating it and stopping just near the dark framed windows. large windows. alice steps out of the car, mesmerized by the view that never stops. the gates are open, allowing her to take a look at the path through the greenest grass she's ever seen. fountains, statues, fruit trees, and whatnot. alice has never been a fan of fruit, rather settling for a slice of pizza or chocolate. but her hazel eyes have never seen such deep crimson apples, shining under the last golden rays of sunshine. her mouth becomes watery, and her fingers yearn to touch.

is this what hungry eyes are? she would've never touched one in a grocery store, not even think of eating it. yet there she is, trailing behind the man who introduced himself to her at the entrance and looked at her somewhat disapprovingly, her gaze fixed on the trees.

"watch it, girl." the older man in the suit warns, putting a hand in front of her.

she halts, looking down. her feet are planted at the bottom of the stairs, and had the snobby man not intervened, she might have stumbled, gracing the beautiful cobblestones with a memorable kiss, likely leaving an imprint on her nose.

"you are about to enter the park residence, and it is my duty to remind you of some rules, miss..."

"dawson." she replies, raising an eyebrow. rules?

"lovely. miss dawson, refrain from using vulgar vocabulary, do not chew any gum, candy, whatever it is that is rustling in your pockets, and last, but not least, you are to not talk to mr park."

"and..." the girl's voice comes out raspy, and she takes a moment to clear her throat before continuing, "...why is that?"

"you are here to do business with mrs park. mr park doesn't like to be disturbed, he has a tight schedule and runs on seconds. any minor distraction, his day becomes unsucessful."

"sounds like a happy man."

the older man spares her a glance, before going up the stairs and opening the big doors. she is first greeted by a grand staircase, then hit with a pleasant smell of pastries.

"please wipe your shoes before entering, the maid has mopped the floor twice today already. if she sees a speck of mud again, she will get sent into cardiac arrest."

the redhead glances at her once white sneakers, now grey and dusty, nearly falling apart. one of the shoelaces is undone, but seeing the man already continuing the journey, she simply tucks it into her sneaker and wipes the soles on the mat. she catches up to him, her gaze sweeping the marble tiles reflecting the massive chandelier. it lights up the staircase, unveiling a red rug spilling down the wooden stairs and all the way to the entrance. alice didn't have a chance to stand on it yet, because the man led her through an alternate route. possibly because of the state of her shoes.

alice suddenly feels... cheap. the odd one out. an outcast. the more she looks at her surroundings, the worse she feels. she didn't know such lifestyle exists. used to tripping over clothes and books on the way to the fridge in her own flat, alice couldn't comprehend the vastness of the newly discovered space and everything that came with it. that's why her eyes settled for looking at the man's back, the tailcoat suddenly a very interesting shade of black.

she is lead to a kitchen, equally lavish. dark wooden cupboards, a whole kitchen island, and a cook.

"jude, could you seat the girl while i go get mrs park?"

"sure thing, franklin."

the aroma of pastries intensifies as the lady opens the oven, fogging up the kitchen briefly before revealing a batch of steaming hot cupcakes. also red in colour, with specks of white in it.

"apologies, dear. i'll be with you as soon as i pop in another batch."

as she busies herself with pouring the batter in the tins, alice decides to take a good look at her. she looks younger than franklin, the butler she assumes, but not young. her face is very mature, and her body language so graceful. clean, trimmed nails, dark haired with grey strands pulled in a tight bun, and minimal makeup on her eyes and cheeks. alice decides she likes this woman, unlike franklin.

"sit down, love. would you like tea? milk? anything?"

"do you happen to have coffee?" she carefully asks, trying to sound polite and not demanding.

"oh, sorry. mrs park hates the smell of it, in any way. coffee is absolutely forbidden in my kitchen, or in the manor."

"then, tea will do. thank you."

the woman, jude, opens her cupboards, reading the flavors she can offer. alice picks one closest to her hand, not wanting to inconvenience her. as she works on the beverage, alice sits at the kitchen island and gathers everything she has heard about the mysterious mrs park. mr park sounds horrible, and mrs park doesn't seem to be a ray of sunshine either. luckily, she would soon find out.

as she blows on the hot beverage, her eyes can't help but eye the pastries that are being aligned on a three tear porcelain plate with a golden rim. her ears don't pick up the distant clicking of shoes in the hallway, too busy listening to the sound of the cupcake wraps and jude's soft humming. it isn't until the clicking is right near alice that she jolts, setting the fancy looking cup on the small plate before her lips have touched the liquid.

"oh, great. a ginger. well, good evening. glad to see you enjoy a nice cup of tea after being late." the tone sounds sincere, but smile on the woman's face gives it away. it is bitter, almost yelling at alice to leave the place right away. "but, that's alright. you don't need to get defensive."

"uh- i was just-"

"you. don't. need. to. get. defensive. clear?" the woman claps her hands after each word, before pointing both of them at alice while still together.

"clear." the redhead says, mind still lingering on the ginger comment.

"good. now, before we begin, i- jude, what is this?"

jude puts the final cupcake on the plate, looking happy with her work. "red velvet cupcakes with white chocolate bits, ma'am. like your daughter asked."

"no, no way. how much sugar is in that?"

happiness drains from her face, replaced by furrowed eyebrows and stuttering. "i- i don't know. not much, ma'am. i promise."

"she's not having that. throw it away and make her an acai bowl or something. how dare you?"

alice's heart crumbles seeing the cupcakes being removed off the plate and shoved into a paper bag, only to be handed to franklin who exits the kitchen and makes his way outside with it.

"excuse me." jude bows her head, then follows franklin's path outside.

"right, alice. how old are you?"

the girl fidgets in her seat, anger flowing in her veins. the woman in front of her is so nonchalant, as if she didn't destroy someone's hard work with a few sentences. she is furious, her hands itching to smack the smile off the woman's face. she is disgustingly pretty, which pisses alice further off. blonde haired, with ice cold grey eyes, and clear tight skin. such a horrible person, with such a nice appearance. unfair.

"twenty two." she replies, trying to remain respectful, although she lost all her respect for her.

"perfect. my daughter turns twenty two soon, so that part is good. now..." she gets a tablet from one of the drawers on the kitchen island, sharp nails clicking against the screen.

"wait, what?"

"do not interrupt me." mrs park points a finger at alice, without lifting her eyes from the device in her hands. "now, would you say that you are active? creative? what do you do in your free time?"

"i read. when i have time."

mrs park frowns, pursing her lips. "anything else? anything that is not... boring to death?"

"reading is not boring." alice defends herself, and her dear books, resulting in mrs park whipping her head at her tone. "with all due respect, ma'am, reading is not boring. but, i guess aside from that... i used to paint and play sports."

"and why don't you do that anymore?"

"i work a lot."

"fair enough. do you enjoy shopping?"

"what kind of shopping? groceries?" alice genuinely asks, making the woman laugh.

"clothes, jewelry. you know, shopping. don't tell me you don't do that?"

"not quite, no." not since every single penny went to her mother's healthcare.

"luckily, it's addictive. you won't have any trouble getting used to that. now, my daughter loves shopping, and money isn't an issue. you'll get along very well."

"i'm sorry, i'm confused."

"well, if you would let me talk, i'd explain it to you. you're not here to babysit. not exactly. you're here to be my daughter's friend."

alice doesn't know if she heard well. she swears she read the article multiple times, and it spoke of babysitting.

"i do have a little son, milo, who will need looking after from time to time. but my priority is clara. she hasn't got a friend in the world, and she is growing really desperate. naturally, i put that article out to find a match for her."

if alice thought that she is pathetic, this just made her feel better. a mother paying someone to be friends with her daughter?

"now, everything fits perfectly, and i'm going to assume that you'll change your choice of clothes the next time you're here?"

looking down at her oversized hoodie and plain black leggings, alice bites the inside of her cheek. this woman's talent is putting other's down. perhaps it's the defiance, perhaps the pay, maybe even curiosity with such a lifestyle and how luxurious it gets, alice finds herself smiling at the woman and shaking her hand either way.

"i'll see you on monday. not late, preferably."

"yes, ma'am. looking forward to it."

"likewise, alice."

leaving the woman alone in the kitchen with a warm chair and a cold, untouched beverage, alice makes her way outside. franklin waits at the top of the stone stairs, speaking to jude. once they notice alice, they stop the conversation, and he takes it upon himself to approach her and offer to walk her out.

"see that car?" the man subtly motions towards the gates, hoping that alice would equally subtly look. but she fails to do so, glancing at the shiny black suv that is driving towards them. "don't look!"

alice jolts, returning her gaze on the butler.

"that's mr park. you are not to speak to him, only bow your head respectfully and stay like that until he enters the house. then, you can go."

"why such rules? is he a nobleman?" annoyance is evident in her voice, eyes rolling at the ridiculous behaviour.

"he is our boss, the man that provides us a roof over our heads and food for our stomachs. i realize basic politeness and ability to adapt to a more sophisticated environment are close to non-existent for you, but at least try to- good evening, sir."

franklin is forced to interrupt his scolding once the doors of the vehicle open, a tall figure stepping out of it. jude, franklin, and the driver all bow their heads. except alice. her gaze is stubbornly locked on the man, jaw almost on the floor.

a gorgeous man, who walks with such grace, and has impeccable fashion sense. a long black coat hangs from his shoulders only, revealing the full outfit underneath. he wears a loose black dress shirt, tucked into flawlessly ironed black slacks, and polished pointy shoes. his dark hair reaches to his collar, curtain bangs falling gently over his eyes, which are fixed on the phone in his hand. the driver gets into the car, going back the same way he came and parking the car in front of the gates.

"evening, franklin. jude." he greets, voice dripping honey.

alice slumps her shoulders as if trying to hide, feeling even more self conscious. she wasn't sure that was possible.

mr park must've noticed a new figure in line, one that doesn't quite fit in with the black and white dress code the manor seems to be following. he looks up from his phone, dark eyes looking into alice's. she could see the statue lights in them, making them as shiny as the silver rings on his slender fingers. he tilts his head slightly, not blinking.

"and who might this be?"

"the babysitter, sir. apologies, she was just on her way." franklin speaks for alice, and she is thankful for that. she isn't sure she can form her own sentence. not while the man looks at her so intensely.

"so joanne finally approved one?"

"yes, sir. she seems like a good fit."

"good." mr park nods, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket. he approaches alice, face so close to her it makes her audibly gulp. "well then, welcome."

he holds his hand out for her to take. she hesitates, the proximity making her knees weak and legs ice cold. he smells of lilies and sandalwood, with a trace of vanilla, and it reduces her ability to function. franklin nudges her foot with his, jolting her awake. she accepts mr park's hand, feeling a wave of relief as a genuine smile spreads across his face. her hand fits perfectly in his, as comforting as a fuzzy warm hug on a bad day.

"get home safely, miss...?"

"dawson, sir. alice dawson."

"right, miss dawson. franklin, please escort miss dawson to my car and have gulliver drive her home."

"oh, that is not necessary-" alice tries to politely decline, but gets interrupted by franklin.

"right away, sir."

"have a good night, alice."

"good night, mr park."

the butler wishes his boss a good night, then escorts alice to the gates and near the car.

"on monday, i expect you to arrive on time. in proper clothes. no crop tops, no short skirts, no cleavage. polo shirts, shirts, long skirts, long dresses, that is allowed. don't make me send you home to change. and if possible, buy new shoes. ones that aren't falling apart with each step you take. understood?"

"understood."

"good. travel safely. good night, miss dawson."

"good night, franklin."

franklin turns around, making his way to the manor. the driver patiently waits in the car, not uttering a word to alice. before entering the vehicle, her eyes notice the familiar paper bag set on the floor next to the trash bin. even their trash bin is fancy, able to open only with a chip or a password. maybe so that people like alice wouldn't go through it and enjoy their discarded possessions.

without further thinking, alice grabs the bag, the batch of cupcakes still fresh and untouched in it before hopping into the car and saying her address to the driver.

[lilyandherboys]

LILY EVANS

First year: hat too big for her head. Gaps in her smile when she grins at the mirror every morning. Best friend named sev and best sister named tuney. Loves Hogwarts. Loves Charms class, loves mail time in the mornings, loves her four-poster bed on cold evenings. Loves magic.

Second year: growing into the hat. Still has sev, but tuney fought with her all summer. Loves her roommates and their Saturday sleepovers. Doesn’t mind the boys in her year, although one of them (can’t be sure who since they travel together) left jammy fingerprints on her copy of Hogwarts: a History. Has a knack for potions too, and stays after class to chat with jolly professor Slughorn every once in a while.

Third year: read a book over the summer about saying affirmations in the mirror every morning. Has adopted it into her daily life. Only sees sev on the weekends now. Is learning wizarding chess from Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, because they need someone new to play. Admitted to the girls she thought potter was cute, but then he hit her in the back of the head with a snowball, so that’s over before it started.

Fourth year: cut bangs one night when she couldn’t sleep. Likes them, and might like the attention that boys are giving her now too. Barely spoke to tuney at all this summer. Working on advanced charms work before owls year, and grinning in potions whenever Slughorn compliments her. Embarrassed, because she couldn’t help but cry the first time she got called a mudblood, but newly friends with Alice from the year above, who lent her a handkerchief to clean up quickly.

Fifth year: still saying her mirror affirmations. The girls all line up with her to do them together now. Last year with sev, not that they were speaking a lot anyways. Got a brand new copy of Hogwarts: a history from an anonymous person who got into the girls dormitory. (A note on the cover says “sorry we got your old one sticky”. The person (people) is not very anonymous at all). Growing out the bangs, as they’re too much upkeep with class and prefect work and shouting at people for using slurs in the hallways. Breaking in a new pair of boots.

Sixth year: doesn’t talk to sev or tuney, but loves Gryffindor house more than ever. Spends a night wiping blood off of Mary’s face when she gets attacked. Spends a night wiping blood off her own face a week later. James finds out and sneaks five nifflers into the Slytherin common, except he labels their backs numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 6, so the whole house spends weeks looking under their beds and in cabinets for the extra one. She shouts at him for it, and then she kisses him, and then the girls see them in the corner and scream. Finally beats Remus at Wizarding chess.

Seventh year: has her own room this year. Graduation day, the whole year lines up in front of the common room mirror instead for affirmations. (“We’ll live” “we’ll win” “we’ll be happy for as long as we have”). Stopped going to slug club meetings so she didn’t have to hear about how extraordinary it is for a muggleborn to have her skill. Got a tattoo with Sirius on the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. Loves James. Loves her girls. Still loves magic.

A/N:

And THIS one is from a notes page that I actually titled “take your heart off your sleeve and put on your big girl boots.” That line didn’t make it into the final cut but I think the sentiment still stands