#and and and. an evil witch mama who would do anything for me

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I'm late, but I'm sure! Sorry guys! My routine is crazy, really. I'm still trying to adapt. But I think I needed this as much as you did!

Cliffhanger, huh?? You didn't see anything yet muhahahaha 😈

Enjoy <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Pairing: AgathaRio x Fem Reader

Summary: After Billy's speech, you end up finding out what was wrong and you have to fix it or not.

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The Truth

You were frozen. Your eyes, slightly widened, and your exasperated breathing locked onto theirs as they searched yours like you were a case to be studied.

Source?

What the hell was this, anyway?

You ran your tongue over your lips nervously, debating whether you should ask the question burning on the tip of your tongue. After releasing the breath trapped in your chest, you spoke:

"The what…" You started, your lungs tight. "What is a source?"

The word echoed in your mind, an irritating hum clouding your thoughts.

"Someone from whom everything originates?" Yelena said, trying to sound obvious, only to receive a reprimanding look from Alice.

The young woman stepped closer to you, feeling your growing desperation drowning you. "So, do you remember the legend?" she began, her tone cautious as if you were fragile glass about to shatter. "A mystical being, vast, powerful, that drains energy—life itself."

She finished with careful precision, and you let out a disbelieving laugh.

"Oh, come on, Alice?! What kind of stupid joke is this?" You laughed, but the lump in your throat still scraped at you. "That was our dumb school project, Alice! It has nothing to do with—" you narrowed your eyes, fighting back the tears threatening to spill.

"I lied!" Alice’s voice broke, sharp and desperate, making everyone in the circle flinch. "I lied, okay? It's real. And Rio Vidal is that ." Her voice cracked at the end.

The ground disappeared beneath you.

Rio.

Your Mama.

No. No, that couldn’t be.

"This is bullshit." The words were thick in your throat. You wouldn’t believe this. "Oh, let me guess—Agatha is the woman who saved Rio from herself and was turned into some horrid monster?!" Your sarcastic tone made Alice clench her jaw.

"A witch. Agatha Harkness is a witch," Billy interjected.

"And how the hell do you know that?!" Anger flared in you—pure, burning rage. They were talking about your mothers.

You wanted to kill them.

Sew their mouths shut so they could never speak these atrocities again.

So they could never hurt you like this again.

"It's what they say." He shrugged, completely unfazed. He didn’t care. And that only made you angrier.

"And who the fuck are ‘they’?" You took a dangerous step forward, breathing hard through your nose.

Billy kept twirling a card between his fingers, annoyingly calm. His eyes were sharp, like a cat toying with its prey. "Have you never felt it? The constant exhaustion. The need to always be near them. The way your body feels… drained whenever you're away?"

Your stomach churned.

You had felt it. You always had.

Because there had always been something. Something you could never name, but that slithered under your skin every time you were apart from them.

A weariness that wasn’t just physical. A hunger that wasn’t for food. An emptiness that only faded when Rio touched your face or Agatha whispered soft words into your ear.

The lump in your throat tightened.

"This doesn’t make sense," your voice came out weaker now, less certain. "Are you trying to say that—"

"That they’re more than you think," Billy finished, tossing the card onto the table.

You looked down at the deck, the symbols shimmering as if laughing at you.

"So what?" Your own voice surprised you. The rage had faded, replaced by something more fragile, more dangerous. "If Rio is this… If Agatha is this… then what does that make me?"

Fuck this!

They were yours, and you would defend them with everything you had.

Alice hesitated.

She finally moved, placing a trembling, cold hand over yours. "We’re not telling you this to scare you."

"Then what the fuck is the point?" Your voice was sharp, but your heart pounded wildly.

Jennifer let out a low, nervous chuckle. "We want to help you."

"Help me?" You laughed.

You didn’t want their help. You wanted them.

"With the truth."

The words hung heavy in the air.

Billy flipped the card toward you. The image depicted a pure, shining spring of water, but around it, dark shadows drank from it, draining its glow until the source became shallow, dull.

"Sources don’t last forever, you know..." he said, his voice disturbingly gentle. "Eventually, they dry up."

It felt like the air was stolen from your lungs.

Your chest clenched. Your mind refused to accept it, but your body betrayed you—your skin prickled, your stomach burned.

"You’re saying that I…"

"That you’re being used," Jennifer finished bluntly.

The world stopped.

No.

No, that couldn’t be true.

But the gears in your mind began turning.

The exhaustion. The heat. The overwhelming need to be near them. Agatha holding you in her lap as if cradling you after a nightmare. Rio always knowing when you were about to break.

Dread clenched your chest like a fist.

"No." You shook your head. "This is insane. You don’t even know what you’re talking about!"

Billy leaned back, crossing his arms. "We can prove it."

Alice bit her lip, hesitating.

Tears stung your eyes as you stood up abruptly. Alice followed, grabbing your hands in a futile attempt to calm you. "Breathe," she said, her fox-like eyes watching you closely.

"I know it sounds crazy. But this… This force exists, and now it’s in you."

You tried to yank your hands away, but Alice held on. Not forcefully, but with a gentle insistence, as if she feared you’d disappear if she let go.

"This doesn’t make sense." Your voice cracked. You swallowed against the bile rising in your throat. "I’m nothing. I’m not special. I don’t even know what you’re talking about!"

"But they do."

Billy spoke quietly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. "All four of them. Agatha, Rio, Calderu… Wanda."

Her name hit you like a slap.

"I—" You stepped back, only to feel the edge of the table press against your back.

Alice loosened her grip slightly. "Breathe."

But you couldn’t.

They knew.

They had always known.

The things that once made sense—the overwhelming affection, the intense looks, the way it felt like you were being absorbed by them—now felt wrong. Stained.

You shook your head, struggling to inhale. "This… This can’t be real."

"Then why are you reacting like this?" Yelena asked, raising a brow.

Alice stepped closer, eyes locked onto yours as if watching a wild animal about to bolt.

"Because, on some level," she whispered, "you already knew."

The silence in the room thickened, heavy and suffocating. You could feel the weight of their gazes pressing into you, burning your skin, as if they were waiting—no, hoping—you would understand.

But you didn’t want to.

The air felt too thin. Your lungs refused to work, as if something dense and invisible wrapped around your throat. Your heartbeat was erratic, too fast, too wild.

"This doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t. It doesn’t." Your voice was a whisper, broken and pained, a desperate mantra that still echoed through the stifling room. You looked around, waiting for someone to laugh, to say this was some cruel joke.

But no one laughed.

Billy just watched you, arms crossed over his chest. Jennifer averted her gaze to the table, her fingers tapping anxiously against the carved wood. Yelena sighed, like she had seen this moment unfold before.

But it was Alice who stepped closer again, her fox-like eyes locked onto yours, filled with something you couldn’t name.

“Breathe,” she whispered again.

But you couldn’t.

You swallowed hard, your knees threatening to buckle, and everything seemed to snap inside you. Like your mind was trying to connect the dots. Like something was whispering in your ear, but you couldn’t understand it.

Agatha. Rio. Calderu. Wanda.

The four of them.

Always close. Always present. Always touching, watching, calling your name like a prayer.

Always taking care of you.

Protecting?

Or feeding?

After all, that’s all you were, right?

Your stomach twisted, and you had to grip the edge of the table. Your vision blurred for a moment.

They knew.

They always knew.

The wave of emotions was too much, too raw, and the words slipped out before you could stop them:

“How is this possible?” Your voice shook, and you hated it. “Why me?”

Alice sighed, as if she had been expecting that question. The others remained silent, but you could feel the electricity in the air, the dense tension between them.

Billy was the first to break it.

“The pure, untainted energy of a good heart is one of the most valuable resources in existence,” he said, spinning a card between his fingers. “It’s more than enough to make hidden beings desire it.”

You frowned, not understanding.

“Why?”

Alice squeezed your hands. Her gaze was intense, sharp, like she was measuring how deep she could go before you broke.

“Because it invigorates them,” she explained. “It strengthens, sustains, rejuvenates. You’ve heard stories of how ancient gods were nourished by the worship of their followers? How their temples were centers of energy, rituals, sacrifices?”

You nodded slowly, your own breath coming unevenly.

“It’s possible through sex too,” Jennifer said, her voice light but cutting.

Your insides turned to ice.

“You—” You stopped, your throat dry.

Billy leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “There are many kinds of hunger, and this is the most primal. The oldest. The most powerful.”

You shook your head. No. This was madness.

“But…” Alice hesitated, touching your face, forcing you to meet her eyes. “What worries me isn’t what they do with your energy. It’s how long you can last before it consumes you.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening. Every word they spoke made your mind spin, like it was trying to piece together a puzzle you never realized you were assembling.

“And…” You tried to speak, the words stuck in your throat, cutting like glass. “How do I get rid of it?” Your own voice came out unsteady, almost a painful whisper.

You couldn’t believe you were even asking, feeling the weight of the words on your tongue.

You felt like you were betraying them.

Billy and Yelena exchanged glances. Jennifer looked away, suddenly focused on spinning a ring on her finger. Alice, however, didn’t.

“That depends,” Billy finally said.

“On what?” Your impatience coiled tight in your throat.

“On how deep the connection is,” Alice murmured, still holding the small glass vial between her fingers. “If it’s just a superficial bond… it’s simple. Getting rid of it wouldn’t be difficult.”

You swallowed hard. Something in the way she said that made your skin prickle.

“But if it’s deeper…” Jennifer finally spoke, her voice low and measured. “If they’ve already rooted themselves in you… then there’s no easy way.”

“Rooted?” you whispered, the word foreign in your mouth.

Billy leaned in, pushing the vial toward you.

“If you want the truth, drink this before you sleep.” He held your gaze. “And pay attention to the sounds around you.”

The object felt ten times heavier in your palm. You stared at the dark liquid, a shiver running down your spine.

“What will happen if I drink it?”

Alice hesitated.

“You’ll notice things you normally wouldn’t,” she finally said. “And hear… what has always been there.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs. You wanted answers. You needed answers.

But were you ready to hear them?

The way home was a blur of lights and shadows. The cold wind bit at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the ice spreading in your chest, suffocating, cruel.

Your mommies. Your women. The only ones who ever loved you, the only ones who ever protected you.

And what if it was never real?

You felt each heartbeat like a sharp blade. Every memory—Agatha holding your face with firm, warm hands, Rio pulling you into a lazy hug on the couch—felt like poison now. You wanted to push them away. You wanted to rip them out of you, but they were buried too deep.

You almost laughed, a dry, humorless sound.

Rooted. Just like Jennifer said.

They were inside you. Feeding on you.

The glass vial burned against your skin in your pocket. Your hands trembled.

When you arrived home, everything felt even stranger. There was no usual comforting silence. No familiar scent of Agatha’s woodsy perfume or the expensive candles burning around the house.

There was something else.

A voice.

Familiar.

Rio.

Your stomach dropped. She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not this soon.

She was still supposed to be in Paris, preparing for the exhibition. You checked the time on your phone. Not even close to 9 PM. What was happening?

Well, did you miss me?

Walk on water just to kiss me

Oh, come and get me

Drag me out, destroy me

I've been expecting you, I'm ready

Deliver me that bad news baby

Your feet hesitated as you approached the living room, trying to make as little noise as possible. But it was pointless.

“My baby!” Her voice, warm and naturally mischievous, hit you. And it hurt so much. It hurt to imagine she was deceiving you.

Using you.

You forced a surprised smile, but you felt the burn behind your eyes, the frustration-laced tears that weren’t allowed to fall.

“Mama,” the word came out strangled from you. “What are you doing here?”

Rio gave you a lazy smile, the kind that always made you feel safe.

Your heart clenched with confusion. She stood up in one fluid movement, walking toward you as if there wasn’t an ocean of doubt and betrayal between you. Her strong arms wrapped around you in a warm, perfumed embrace.

The familiarity of her touch nearly made you crumble.

“Well, Mommy had an unexpected issue here, so of course, I had to come. I left Vision in charge. I didn’t really want to go anyway.”

You pulled back slightly to look at Agatha, who was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in hand. She sighed, watching you with forced patience.

“An issue?” Your eyes narrowed slightly.

“Nothing you need to worry about, darling.”

The words should have been comforting. But you felt the weight of them, the unspoken truth behind them.

Am I your dream girl?

You think of me in bed

But you could never hold me

You like me better in your head

Make me evil, then I'm an angel instead

At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead

You sat down beside Rio, feeling her warmth against you. She seemed relaxed, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the hem of your sweatshirt. Before, you would’ve adored this gesture. Now, it felt like a magician’s trick—something beautiful and deceiving, meant to distract you from what really mattered.

The wine on the table reflected the soft glow of the fireplace, the clink of ice against Agatha’s glass the only thing filling the momentary silence.

You had to act normal.

You had to deceive the deceivers.

They couldn’t know what you knew.

The knot in your throat doubled in size, but you swallowed it down along with your suspicion. You forced a small smile and stood up.

“I’m going to take a shower,” you said, making yourself sound casual.

Rio runs her fingers lightly along your arm, her lazy blue eyes meeting yours as she nods. Agatha merely tilts her head, watching you like a puzzle she’s trying to solve.

You step away, feeling your back burn under their gazes.

With every step toward the bathroom, your heart pounds harder.

You needed to get out. Needed to think. Needed to understand what was happening before they realized something inside you had already shifted.

Hot water cascaded down your skin, washing away the weight of the day—but not the weight of your thoughts.

You braced your hands against the damp tiles, inhaling deeply, trying to ignore the small bottle sitting on the sink. The dark glass seemed to pulse toward you, demanding a decision.

Should you drink it? Unravel the truth once and for all?

Dream girl evil, dream girl evil

Dream girl evil, dream girl evil

Your heartbeat thundered in your chest. If Alice and the others were right, drinking it would shatter the illusion. It would be like opening your eyes for the first time—but were you ready for that? Could you bear the truth that came with it?

You swallowed hard, fingers closing around the bottle. The dark liquid inside swirled like ink, thick and opaque. Slowly, you twisted the cap… but your hands trembled. The temptation to take a sip was there—but so was the fear.

What if this was a mistake? What if it was just another trick to pull you away from the only people who had ever truly mattered?

You exhaled sharply, snapping the lid shut and shoving the bottle into the bathroom cabinet.

Not now.

Stepping out of the shower, you wrapped yourself in a towel and glanced at your reflection in the foggy mirror. Your eyes looked different. You couldn’t tell if it was just exhaustion or something deeper—something already changing inside you.

Drying your hair quickly, you left the bathroom and stopped in the hallway. In the silence of the house, you found yourself standing between two doors.

Your room or theirs?

Your grip tightened on the towel, chest rising and falling with hesitant breaths. Your room meant safety, distance. But theirs…

You could almost smell Agatha’s familiar perfume, feel the warmth of Rio’s arms—the place where you had always felt safest. The weight of that longing made you waver for a moment.

Should you keep your distance?

Did I disappoint you?

Did mommy make you sad?

Do I just remind you

Of every girl that made you mad?

Make me perfect, make me your fantasy

You know I deserve it

Well, take it out on me

Or should you go to them, curl into the space that had always been yours, and pretend nothing had changed?

You pushed open their door and found everything... normal.

Too normal.

Am I your dream girl?

You think of me in bed

But you could never hold me

You like me better in your head

Make me evil, then I'm an angel instead

At least you'll sanctify me when I'm dead

Rio sat in the corner chair, the cold glow of the iPad illuminating her face as she scrolled through the screen, seemingly absorbed.

Agatha stood at the vanity, massaging floral-scented lotion into her arms with slow, meticulous movements. The sweet, woody aroma filled the room—a scent that once brought you comfort but now felt suffocating.

They looked up at the same time when you entered.

“Finally,” Rio murmured, eyes still on the screen. “You were taking your time, baby.”

“I think I relaxed a little too much,” you replied, aiming for casual as you walked toward the bed and sat down.

Agatha smiled at your reflection in the mirror, rubbing lotion along her neck. “Did you relax… or did you need some time alone, sweetheart?”

Your stomach twisted.

“How was Alice?” Rio asked, closing her iPad and crossing her legs.

You shrugged. “Fine.”

Silence.

Agatha turned to face you directly, one brow arched. “Fine?”

Rio smirked, the corner of her lips curling like she was enjoying this.

“You know,” Agatha continued, stepping slowly toward the bed. “Calderu mentioned she’s quite the troublemaker.”

You forced a neutral expression. “Is that so?”

“It is,” Rio answered before Agatha could. She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees. “Great ideas, but sometimes too much creativity… affects her in ways it shouldn’t.”

Agatha sat at the edge of the bed beside you, her perfume weaving around you like a web.

“She might start seeing ghosts, for example.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

You forced a laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rio stood, walking toward you at an unhurried pace. “It means some people are easily influenced. They pick up bad ideas. Start believing things they shouldn’t.”

Agatha’s eyes gleamed with something unreadable. “Oh. And I bet she’s filled that silly little head of yours with the most filthy nonsense.”

Dream girl evil, dream girl evil

Dream girl evil, dream girl evil

It happened too fast.

The grip.

Her fingers found your throat—firm, demanding.

You gasped, not from the force of it, but from the shock.

“And I think we deserve to know the truth, don’t we, sweetheart?” Agatha murmured, leaning in close until your faces were nearly touching.

Watch me shimmer (shimmer)

A projection of your mother (mother)

But don't come crying (crying)

I am nobody's moral center

Rio moved behind you, her hands sliding over your shoulders—cold, chilling.

“Let’s have a real conversation, baby…” Rio whispered against your ear, her warm breath drawing a shaky sigh from you. “Just the three of us.”

Agatha’s fingers tightened around your neck, the floral-scented lotion making the grip feel almost intimate, at odds with its brutality.

It cannot hold, it cannot hold

It cannot hold, it cannot hold

The room—your safier sanctuary—was now a cage.

And you… you were trapped inside it.

~*~

Another cliffhanger chapter cuz I know my babies love that.

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Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 8

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

so anyway rio could have stepped in at any moment and ejected billy into oblivion / prevented agatha from getting a full recharge. but did she? no, no she didn't. this is absolutely a fucked up game they're playing instead of talking about their feelings. rio tried to talk and agatha rejected her (almost) every time, so theatrics and blood it is! god it sucks so much that this stupid flirt/hurt/posture/dance is the only way agatha allows them to communicate.

agatha's smirk! she's like, now you're gonna get it! now I'm gonna fuck you up!!! rio has been throwing her around like a rag doll, but now that she has her powers back agatha can finally put allllll her shields up and do a little show of her own.

when it comes to agatha everything is about being in control of the narrative, being the one who hurts rather than being hurt, never showing any weakness or vulnerability. she was awfully vulnerable without her powers and that has allowed rio to creep in closer, something that agatha had managed to escape for so long. it's no coincidence that she chooses this appearance, the same one she chose when going face to face with wanda. this is what she was trying to look like with her purple coat too: the formidable, merciless witch. it's an armor she clings to, a mask to feel powerful that won't ever show the mess she's hiding underneath. this is what agatha chooses to look like when she's scared.

rio: fuck off you little meddling twink the adults are talking

agatha: mwhahahah I'm such a big scary villain just lemme check if billy's okay real quick.

actually let me gush for a second about agatha's greenhouse being full of herbs and potions! her witchy basement disappeared because she had built it with a magical illusion, but in here she's been totally experimenting with physical craft (neeeerd).

billy's like, are those two fuckers honestly actually flirting right now

CHILDREN I swear to god

LEAVE MY INFURIATINGLY STUPID EVIL MOM ALONE!!!

poor rio. just her luck that when she finally gets to corner agatha a baby maximoff comes into the picture. I love my perfect mama's boy.

the bittersweet look she gives billy. she's truly having a lot of firsts, now she finally admits that all her dancing/fighting with rio is futile, it's just for show and it won't ever truly solve anything. what is she even doing, involving billy? billy who's still so earnest, so eager to help.

I SEE YOU JAC SCHAEFFER! I SEE YOUR EVIL WAYS! I SEE YOU CREATING THESE SILLY LITTLE SHOWS SO YOU CAN EXPLORE THE IMPOSSIBILITY OF LOSS AND GRIEF AND OUR OWN MORTALITY!!!!

but she's being 100% genuine here???

okay, no, this is still agatha we're talking about.

she's being aT LEAST 80% GENUINE! she's having a moment of clarity, she's contemplating the true awfulness that would be sacrificing billy on the altar of her own fucked up issues. the mask has slipped and the real agatha is peeking through, swords in her heart and all.

her parting words to billy: you are not bad. the same words she wanted to imprint on him when they had their first mask off conversation. don't let people cast you as a villain, like they did with me.

Neither are you, says Billy.

You're the only one who thinks so.

The thing is, being so hated, doing all the fucked up things she does, really hurts agatha. It's no justification whatsoever, doesn't make her any less of a villain. she goes out of her way to be misunderstood, to never show any weakness, to selfishly rationalize all the horror she inflicts, because the alternative is opening up to more potential hurt, and she's been hurt too fucking much in the past. and the more she pushes people away, the lonelier she is. it's a vicious circle.

three people loved her despite it all: rio, and she ran away from her when things got too overwhelming. nicky, and that's a whole other mess that I'll get into next episode.

and now billy loves her, and she craves that love just as much as she wants to run away from it. she'll hurt billy to protect herself, she'll hurt him first because she's afraid that he eventually will leave or die or get mad and will hurt her. because right now? she's feeling so much love for billy, and that's terrifying to her. the more she loves, the more she opens up to heartbreak.

both gorgeous shots

billy: I'm not that nice.

also billy:

then she got an idea. an awful idea. agatha got a wonderful, awful idea.

oh this is perfect, isn't it, agatha? you somehow convinced the boy to turn himself in! if he goes through with it, rio has promised to leave you alone! you'll be free to crawl back to your dark dark corner and accumulate bodies and power like the old miserable smaug you are!

you can see agatha's survival instinct kick into high gear. this is how she has survived so long. this is what she does.

BILLY'S FACE. I got to laugh a bit, sorry kid.

rio shaking her head both in triumph and exasperation. of course you betrayed the kid, agatha you piece of shit. rio didn't expect any less from you.

and she can't even look at him, the coward.

but I thought we were having a moment??

he went ahead and made a grand gesture without being ready to actually sacrifice himself whatsoever, and now he's going "mom??? come back and pick me up, I'm scared??" it's like agatha is kicking a puppy.

the slow, dramatic turn. the evil grinchy grin. this is the most egregious example yet of agatha putting her mask on, and we have all the context to understand exactly what she's doing and to see what's going on both on the surface and inside her wretched little soul. she's not cruel and uncaring, that's play acting - she's actually small and scared and a coward. she's once again running away screaming, rationalizing it as a smart choice and breaking her own heart in the process.

so I know billy's telepathic line was added in post because disney execs feared audiences wouldn't buy agatha turning around on her own. what absolute buffoonery, such massive disregard for your viewers' intelligence.

...on the other hand. billy full on misreading the situation and trying to fix things that are beyond him, only to accidentally hit the target? somehow fixing a delicate fragile problem by hitting it with a hammer? totally on brand for him.

is this how nicky died? it kind of is. she did choose her own fear over nicky's well being, despite loving him so so much.

whether you choose jac's version or disney's version, here's what happens next: agatha stops in her tracks. her stupid grin fades away, and she clutches her chest. she finally did it, she told a lie too big. her poor heart, already bleeding from all the swords stuck in it, simply cannot take one more stab. sure she's all about self-preservation, but at this point she's damned either way: she either goes out saving billy or she's killed by her own regrets and sorrow.

she turns around. she runs. not to billy. to rio.

going back to what my mother jac schaeffer (whom I love more than jesus or pizza) said: this is not agatha enacting a grand plan, she's not taking a ~calculated risk like she'll tell billy later, the fucking liar that she is. sure, she had a vague hope of turning into a ghost, but she didn't know for sure. this is agatha's emotions taking over her brain - like they tend to - and forcing her to use what are probably her final moments on earth to TAKE WHAT SHE'S BEEN CRAVING ALL ALONG

agatha grabs rio's face and SMASHES their mouths together. FULL ON proceeds to EAT HER FACE she wants her so much. rio is shocked for a moment and then closes her eyes and gives in completely. and you can see the poison taking over because this idiot - this gorgeous, tragic dork - has decided to kill herself by absorbing rio's powers - but this is not going to be a mere 'peck of Death', no sir, that's not what it's called! agatha is gonna SNOG Death, she's gonna TONGUE that immortal being, she's GETTING ALLLLL HER MONEY'S WORTH. dear lord the HUNGER and YEARNING and DESPERATION on her face.

and I love that she's taller here. they're basically the same height so who's taller depends on the shoes they're wearing, but I love love love that agatha gets to engulf her for once. agatha taking control, rio giving herself up completely

what? you thought that now that magic has been absorbed THE KISS would be over???? well THINK AGAIN. because now we're going to switch angles, we're going to linger, we're going to make it look like almost gratuitous fan service, oh yes we are!!!

I truly don't know what to say. I would like to thank jac of course, and kathryn hahn and aubrey plaza for MAKING THE FUCK OUT and exchanging so much spit on camera like the true professionals they are. thank you writers room, thank you to all the crew who had to listen to the ungodly noises these two were undoubtedly making. thank you gandja monteiro for directing this. I'm going to even thank the lighting department for making it thunder so we can (more or less) see what's going on. this was truly a group effort. well done you all!

and they keep kissing until the very last available moment, and rio doesn't know how to let her go

but this is so on brand for agatha. you know if rio was in her place she'd try to be as gentle as possible to ease agatha's grief. agatha literally went for the most dramatic, most over-the-top, most emotionally devastating way to go. this was supposed to be rio's big moment! and what does agatha do? she makes it all about herself. again. should be the other way around, but once again rio gives, agatha takes. you just gotta laugh at this point.

Death looks on stone faced as her love turns back to nature and balance is restored. she wraps herself in her cloack and tries very, very hard not to cry.

agatha really went and made rio kill her, didn't she? rio, who isn't ALLOWED TO. these two are soooo wrong and so toxic for each other and yet they love each other so freaking much, I truly cannot get enough of them.

go to episode 8 part 9

[scarletwitchproperty]

Can’t remember what I used to fight for - Chapter 1

a/n: ...let's just assume, for the sake of this fanfic that I'm writing (as if I don't have other WIPs glaring at me from their files waiting for me to finish writing them), that Wanda is alive, everyone is too and AgathaRio made up and are back to being the wives they deserved to be because I said so 💅🏻🥰

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Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal (we’re not quite there yet for Wagathario our ladies and savior 🫢)

Words: 1.7k

Summary: A supposedly walking dead boy finds himself inside the home of a not quite but believed to be dead woman. (also said walking dead boy’s mother is panicking just a little cause her sweet boy’s soul is nowhere to be found 🥰)

Warnings: ahem…I don’t know? Nicky panicking because he’s supposed to be dead and our resident sweet boy thinks his mommy will be mad because he is? 😭 (Wanda having attachment issues and immediately swearing to protect Nicky like he’s her own 🫢 idk if that’s supposed to be a warning but there you go, might’ve forgotten something 😂)

He doesn’t know where he is, darkness his only companion.

He also knew that he was not supposed to be where he was right now. His mommy had left him in her realm, hidden from all the other souls like always, promising him that she would not be long, that she had her job to do. He was happy, patiently waiting for his mama to join them. He knew that was still a long way to go, but he had waited three centuries, he could wait a few more.

It still didn’t explain why he now found himself in a house that wasn’t his, nor why there was a red headed woman dressed in red looking at him anxiously. His tiny blue eyes fell upon her barely darkened fingers, confusion filling him as he didn’t see the book he knew was the cause of this floating nearby.

‘’Miss did you use the Darkhold?’’

‘’How-how do you know that?’’ The woman looks tired, Nicky realizes. She has cuts that he knows mommy would be able to heal in the blink of an eye, dried blood covering her entire outfit. Her green eyes have this faint red glow as she looks over his body, as if she is trying to read him. ‘’Where do you even come from child?’’

‘’My mommy’s realm, why?’’ Nicky sees the red head sigh as she pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘’Ooooh, you want to know where I was born? I think it was Salem, but I’m not too sure anymore.’’

‘’Of course it is, goddamnit,’’ the witch rolls her eyes, an amused smile appearing on her face as she slowly walks over to Nicky. ‘’Pray tell, who’s your mommy? And how do you know about the Darkhold?’’

‘’My mama used it, that’s why mommy couldn’t find her for years!’’ Nicky says as he grabs the witch’s hand, surprised that she lets him do it. ‘’Oh! And my mommy is Death!’’

‘’She’s who now?!’’

‘’Oops, sorry. I mean, my mommy’s name is Rio,’’ Nicky says with a sheepish smile on his face, knowing that not everyone takes the news of his mommy being Death well. That’s why he was kept away from all the other soul in his mommy’s realm, some of them were really mean to him after learning who he was. ‘’Rio Vidal. Do you know her?’’

‘’Sweet boy no, I wouldn’t ask you if I did.’’

‘’Do you know my mama then?’’

The witch audibly sighs, it being louder than her previous sigh. She was surprisingly patient with him, but then again he didn’t feel anything evil coming from her. Nicky was good like that, knowing if someone had good or bad intention. Mommy always said he got it from his mama.

‘’No, sweet boy. But why don’t you tell me your name?’’

‘’It’s Nicholas Vidal-Harkness.’’

‘’H-Harkness?’’

‘’Yeah! Like Agatha Harkness! She’s my mama, do you know where she is? Maybe she can bring me back to mommy then, I’m not allowed to be with the alive people.’’

‘’Huh? You look pretty alive to me.’’

It’s only then that Nicky really looks at himself. What should’ve been the translucent skin that he’s known for the last three hundred years was instead replaced by his very much solid human skin.

How was that even possible?

‘’No no no no no, it can’t be. Mommy said I wasn’t allowed to come back, she said it’s not allowed!’’ Nicky yells in panic, thinking about how his mommy is going to be so mad and so sad that he’s gone. If it is true, if he’s really alive, then something really bad must’ve happened for it to be his new reality. ‘’Oh no, mommy’s going to be sooo mad!’’

‘’Why would she? Isn’t she supposed to be glad that you’re alive?’’

‘’NOOO! I’m supposed to be dead!’’

And that stuns the witch into silence. She knows more than anyone that you can’t bring back the dead without any consequences. Look at what happened to Strange when he possessed the body of his deceased self from another universe.

Wanda, as it is really her, really looks at the child, the little boy in front of her. He does have the same bright blue eyes as her ex…friend, yes. Agatha was her friend, in a way. Even if she ended up trapping her in her own mind, even if they did fight it out like they were going to kill each other. Agatha had been her friend, even if briefly, helping her raise her boys inside the Hex, being there for her in her own unique and quirky way. Being Agatha.

Nicholas does look a lot like his mother, but then again some of this features don’t look like Agatha at all. If she is to believe the little boy, which she does, he half resembles Agatha and Death. And really, how does that even work? How does one get pregnant with Death’s child?

She sees the little boy start to panic, his breath coming in quick short gasps. He falls to the floor of her cabin, curling in a ball and rocking back and forth. Wanda falls to her knees in front of him, her maternal instincts calling out to her to comfort this little boy. She might not ever get hers back, but she’ll be damned if she lets another child get hurt in her home.

‘’Shhh, it’s okay Nicholas, it’s okay. Come here sweet boy, it’s alright,’’ Wanda hugs the little boy to her chest, gently rubbing up and down his back. Nicky starts to follow her breathing pattern, and soon enough he goes back to a somewhat normal state. Tears are still slowly going down his little face but at least he’s not on the edge of passing out. ‘’You’ll see Nicky, I’ll help you find your mommy alright? I’m sure she won’t get mad at you, you’re her little boy!’’

‘’…only mama and mommy call me Nicky…’’

‘’Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like me to call you anything else?’’

‘’No, it’s okay. You’re nice, you can call me Nicky,’’ says the six year old, burrowing his head in Wanda’s chest. She felt cozy, the magic he could feel inside her chaotic but oh so beautiful. ‘’You feel warm, just like mama used to feel before I died. Will you help me find her?’’

‘’Of course, anything for you sweet boy.’’

Yes, sue Wanda for getting attached to another woman’s son. He reminded her so much of her Billy and Tommy when they were his age, inside the Hex. She knows she would want someone to help them find her if they were somewhere in this universe, and although Wanda doubts Agatha would do it for her considering all that happened between them, she was not cruel enough to turn away a small child in need of help.

In a house in Westview, days after the end of their adventures on the Witches Road, courtesy of young Billy Maximoff, which ended with everyone alive, thank you very much (except for Sharon, the poor innocent woman), one Rio Vidal appears, panicked, in the middle of the living room during what appears to be her wife’s coven’s very intense game of Monopoly. She looks downright horrified, and if it wasn’t for the fact that it was the first time she ever went back to her realm since the beginning of their little adventure, Agatha would’ve thought nothing of it.

‘’He’s gone.’’

‘’My love, you’ll have to be more specific.’’

‘’Nicky, he’s…’’

‘’How can he be gone if he’s already dead?’’

‘’JEN!’’

‘’What? That’s a valid question!’’

Rio crashes to the floor in front of her wife, gripping her thighs as she falls hard on her knees. For the third time in her life, Death cries.

‘’I told you, I do not let him, ever, be with the other souls I reaped. I left him in that little house I created in my realm, I even made it look just like ours used to look back in the days,’’ Rio confesses, head propped up on Agatha’s legs. ‘’I made him promise to wait for me, not to wander away. He’s six, has been for centuries, but usually he’s a good boy and he listens to me well. But today I couldn’t…Agatha, he wasn’t there.’’

‘’I’m sure you must’ve missed something, he might’ve run away for once.’’

‘’No my love, you don’t understand. I can’t feel his soul anymore. It’s like he wasn’t even dead to begin with.’’

‘’…Rio, don’t you dare get my hopes up like that…are you saying what I think you’re saying?’’

‘’I don’t know my love. I don’t want to get your hopes and mine up, but maybe…’’

Suddenly, Lilia lets out the biggest gasp of her life and everyone turn towards her in anticipation.

‘’The Red Witch is on her way, enemies beware. The son of Death under her wing, if harm comes to him, destruction she will bring.’’

The divination witch shakes her head, narrowing her eyes on her coven who looks at her like she grew another head.

‘’What?’’ Lilia looks at Billy then, the teen desperately trying to hold back his own tears. ‘’Why do you look like you’re crying?’’

‘’Maybe because you’ve just told him his mom is on his way?’’

‘’Oh, shit.’’

a/n: if you’ve seen this on ao3, yes you did. I posted it on there first and just decided why not on tumblr too (same with my taylor x oc I posted weeks ago on here)

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The Scarlet Witch

Y/N: 12 years old Story: After finally escaping hydra, Y/N discovers her mother is the Scarlet Witch… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV I'm sitting in Central Park in New York after so many failed attempts to get someone to tell me where my mom could be. My mom is an Avenger and apperantly the Avengers are pretty famous, so why nobody knows where's Wanda Maximoff?

It's been 4 years since the last time I saw her… or I think. I was taken by hydra when the agents attacked the Avengers compound. They kept me in a cell, but then something happened and in 5 seconds the place was all clear. No one was around. So I ran…

I wish I could see her again, but anyone I ask doesn't know anything about her. I just need to find out what happened to her.

It's been 3 days since I got out of that terrible place. I always like to walk around this weird house with something on the roof that looks like a big eye. I don't know why, but I can feel some sort of power from this house.

I managed to find out that a man called 'Doctor Strange' lives there. According to one older lady, he has some sort of powers too. I want to ask him if he by any chance knows anything about my mom, but everytime I knock at the door, no one opens. But I can't give up, I have to try again.

I knock at the door, praying someone will finally open. I let out a sigh after a few minutes of standing there. I sit on the stairs in front of the house, resting my head on my knees.

My eyes widen when I hear the door creak. I immediately stand up, turning around and looking at a tall man with a cup in his hand and a clock who stands there, looking back at me.

"H-hello, don't you know by any chance where-" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Listen, kid, this is not a place to play. Go home" He says coldly, already closing the door.

"Wait! Do you know Wanda Maximoff?" I blurt out, the door opening again.

"Wanda Maximoff? Why would you look for her?" He raises an eyebrows.

"I-I need to talk to her. She. Hm. She's my mom" I explain, but only earn a look that tells me he doesn't believe me at all.

"Okay. I understand you're probably a fan, but go home, kid. It's getting late" He says, rolling his eyes and closing the door again. I've never wanted to do this, to use my powers on other people, but he gives me no other choice. He clearly knows something about my mom and I just need to know.

I close my eyes, concentrating only on the power I feel from this house. I take a deep breath, trying to get into the guy's mind. It takes a while, but once I'm in, I carefully search for any information about my mom.

Finally, I find out that the man is heading to some place called Kamar-Taj where my mom is supposed to be too. This will be hard to get there, but I'm a witch after all.

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Took me more than a whole night to actually find my way to Kamar-Taj, but I did it. Now I'm hidden behind one of many statues that are around this place. There's a huge castle and people in pajamas looking outfits. I mean… it's literally almost 1pm, why would they wear pajamas? Whatever, now I just need to wait until my mom shows up.

Suddenly the sky darkens, all the people watch the sky, waiting for what happens next. My mom appears, the guy from yesterday flies up to her and they start talking. I'm just watching it, wondering what they could possibly talk about, but then Doctor Strange flies back and the pajamas people make a shield. I don't get it, is my mom the bad one now? She's always been very caring, she wouldn't be evil, right?

I watch in confusion as my mom tries to break the shield, throwing her magic at it until it breaks. She flies down on the ground, knocking everyone down. Tears form in my eyes, this can't be true, my mom can't be evil.

She starts walking towards the castle and since no one is outside except for the dead bodies, her and me, I get out of my hiding spot.

"Mama?" I say shyly, tears quietly running down my cheeks. Mom turns around, her face impression turning into a shocked one when she sees me.

"… Y/N/N?" She whispers, walking towards me, tears building up in her eyes.

"No" I take a step back, unsure of her next actions. She stops, tears running down her cheeks too by now as she's looking at me, hurt visible in her eyes. "Mama, why would you do that? You're not evil, you can't be" I tell her, my voice breaking at the sight of all the dead bodies surrounding us.

"Y/N/N, I… I just wanted you back" She says, her voice also breaking. "Please, sweetheart. I-I'm sorry, I missed you so much" She takes another step towards me on which I shake my head, tears still running down my face.

"No, please don't hurt me" I step back, shaking my head. "I want my mama" I cry out, my breathing not really working right now.

With a swift move of her hand, her clothes change into jeans and green jacket, her hair is put into one french braid and her fingers don't have the black color on them.

"I'm here, Y/N/N. You need to breathe, sweetheart. Breathe with me, honey" She holds my shoulders, looking me in the eyes and trying to help me to breathe.

"Mama" I wrap my arms around her, burying my head into her chest.

"Mama's here, my little monkey. You're safe. You're okay" She says, rubbing my back and kissing the top of my head. "You're okay" She repeats. "Where have you been, baby?" She asks when I finally manage to take a deep breath, wiping away my tears with her thumbs.

"Hydra" I manage to say, wrapping my arms around her tightly once again. "Please don't ever leave me, mommy"

"I will never ever leave you, my little monkey. I promise I'll always protect you, no matter what" She smiles and kisses my forehead. "I will never let anyone take you from me again"

"Mama, I don't like it here. Can we go away?" I ask, not feeling comfortable at all here. I just want to cuddle with my mom on the couch and watch a cartoon.

"Let's go home" She smiles and presses a kiss to my forehead before taking my hand in hers and leading me away from this place.

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Wanda deserves a happy ending🫶🏻

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[brunhielda]

New idea:

You have pretty set magic system with types of magic wielders in pretty well defined categories. Sometimes people do some wild and unique stuff in those categories, but they are categorized nonetheless.

Marvel’s new witch system from Agatha All Along, for example. (Inspiration, but this would still be funny for any system- it would be hilarious in Avatar, or DnD)

Someone new joins the group, who just sort of shrugs and says “I tell stories,” and refuses to elaborate any further. Everyone has different ideas- maybe they mean divination, maybe they are faking, maybe they think they have powers but are really just a wannabe.

But MAYBE, just maybe, they are the most powerful one there?!

Turns out newbie is just BENDING LUCK around anything they are involved in and mildly shifting the universe to suit their needs?!

They observe the situation, then either tell the problem or the group at large- “I have heard this story, you have too, it’s about (insert major trope here). But this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. ____ ALWAYS does _____ because _____. What is wrong here? Why is the story going wrong?”

They don’t mind control any opponents, or make anything big and miraculous happen. Nothing suddenly appears out of thin air to save the day. But some imperceptible tone just SHIFTS and suddenly, things might just work out for everyone after all.

Like, in a tv show/cartoon, the ONLY thing that changes during their story is the background music. Everything else remains the same. It is still a precarious situation, it’s just winnable now.

After awhile, the whole group has to acknowledge that though they can’t define it, it is very real, and they refuse to go anywhere without their luck bender.

They comedy (beyond shock value) comes from this: They cannot be defined by any of the categories of magic, which confuses, annoys, and just PISSES some people off.

“What do you mean, tell stories?!”

Shrug “I don’t know, I tell stories and things work out.”

“You… change reality?”

“Not really. Everything stays the same. It just works out for me. When it might not have before.”

(Person looks at other group member, who shrugs)

“They tell stories.”

“But what does that MEAN?!”

Basically just an unknowingly genre savy character who tells all the antagonists and the occasional natural disaster “no, you are doing it wrong.” 😂

Example- in Agatha all along, this witch would have walked over to Mama Harkness’s ghost and said “Now I agree Agatha deserves to die. Not disputing that. At this point she has done some terrible things. But from what I understand you stood in a circle around a pyre and tried to burn her- is that right?”

“She was evil. It had to be done.”

“I feel like that COULD be debated, but not right now. My problem is this- I know that story. Everyone knows this story. A mother realizes she has raised an evil child. That the child is going to hurt other mother’s children.”

“Exactly. You understand my pain.”

“No I don’t think I do, actually. Because in the version I know, the mother goes with. If a child is evil, it is not the child’s fault. The first time a mother looks at her child and says “this one is MINE.” They enter into contract. To care for, to love, and to take responsibility for, to serve in place as punishment. So when a Mother turns to look at their child, and sees they are evil, that they must be stopped to protect others, then she sends them off to sleep with soothing poison. She does not let them suffer for Mother’s sins. And then mother drinks it herself, to make sure child has someone in the next world, to atone for her part. If you thought fire was necessary then you were supposed to drug her first and climb on the pyre with her. Maybe if she had seen the world some and returned maybe, maybe, you had some justification, but she was still in your care, and you abandoned her when she needed you. You did not love her enough to take responsibility for her. You did this WRONG. Which makes me wonder- what else did you get wrong? Was she really evil all those years ago? Or were you just eager to shift blame? I agree she is evil now, and she will have to atone for everything she has done in the centuries since, but for what happened that day? What happened before? If she had anything to atone for, she did when her mother turned on her and she was left utterly alone in the world. You have no claim here. Punishment was dealt for both your sins that day. Go, or we will make you.”

It is just talking. Just reframing around a story trope that highlights what is wrong in the situation. That’s it. Is it even magic? In DnD for example, could it just be absurdly high charisma masquerading as magic? Did luck actually bend, or was the character just distracting/deescalating/convincing? Is it both? Are they convincing the UNIVERSE that this should go differently? (John Constantine in DC Universe claims all magic is this, and I find that neat).

“No no no. The story doesn’t go this way…”

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I wanna enroll her in a contest so infopost here we come

casual outfit still developing, please stand by

rottmnt OC Chimera Solbritt, she’s a bombyx. Aaaaaand also she’s a witch (i’m almost sorry for Donnie).  

Va: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFOBe5rGrqc&list=PL0ZdQpFsexGEB8-p_dN7jflu7y7bB4Upe&index=5 Noël Wells

Her little caterpillar-like buddy is Cat (as in Cat-tools and caterpillar)

 Really hate that we saw so little of witches and furthermore they were not so…..thrilling. I’m not a good writer, so i’ll just throw out some facts about her and backstory. Maybe my headcanon will make creators and nickelodeon so angry that they’ll decide to continue the show just to prove me wrong.

info below:

So this little cutie has problems with her family (on account of them being killed) and were took in by Big Mama and trained by her great-aunty Moti, so her english is better, otherwise that would be a disaster.

BM took her as last favor to her friend (a witch), trying not to dig Chimy into her illegal business too much, but girl would peak her nose once in a while (she’s a real fan of true crime, how could she miss something like that?). 

She’s a product of love of a human (scientist) and yokai (witch), whose bond was a problem for the witch’s town by itself, and a reason of their demise. Chimera was thought to be dead too, but she was teleported by her papá along with Cat, who was supposed to be her nanny, but became a life-long companion. He recorded some things from the crime scene, including her father’s goodbye and face of the killer.

Unfortunately, it took some time to reach her mother (she was in the witch town currently, while dad was above), and since she had no idea her daughter was alive, she took the poison to rejoin her fam.

Knowing that Mira (I really see so much potential In her being evil), would want her own granddaughter dead, Moti knew that girl cannot stay, so by the advice of  Chimy’s mother, she took her to the hotel, sneaking there once in a while to teach her and tell stories of her parents.

Of course, Mira was playing the victim, crying and telling that both of her parents died in the accident from one of their experiments.(those damn scientists can’t do anything right). 

It was hard for Chimy to study, especially, when she saw Gentry getting the attention and magic lessons from Mira she craved so much. But i guess  with having the half of capabilities of others-it is how it is. Or maybe Mira didn’t trust the bombyx just as much.

So to begin her way to the top properly, Chimera had do enlarge the amount of magic she can hold\produce, call it mana if you want. Before that, to learn magic ways properly, she had to use her enchanted umbrella and Cat’s help to make and store potions and elixirs, particularly healing ones. Quite a useful buddy this Cat, after all, a creation of magic AND science. 

School days weren’t exactly easy, on one hand, because she enrolled in the already formed collective that got used to each other, on the other, because Chimera was mostly looking humanish, the only things visibly telling that she is certainly not a human were her little wings, teeth, eyes and ears. She’s not unusual enough to blend in with yokai, and way too unusual to blend in with humans. Her fluff, retractable arms, spots and colour, the size of her wings were developed during all these years, heck, even the silk wasn’t always the thing. All of that made it only harder to get used to, she was clumsy and insecure. You can’t say she was bullied necessarily, but she’s never felt being a part of community. It definitely affected her, so she seeks admiration and attention.

Being tired of this buzz of thoughts and failures in her head she quitted the school and embarked on her little adventure outside the New York, (approximately during the time of season 1-2 and the movie) travelled to the temple where she empowered her dark magic (hence the mark’s ob her hands, the more she uses them, the more they grow), and enlarged her mana. 

Coming back to NY, she had to pass an exam to show her progress in magic, which wasn’t a problem for her this time, and took private lessons from a wizard.

FACTS TIME

second and third pair of arms are retractable. First pair, normal skin, second-fluffy, third-more like a chitin, they’re thinner than the other pairs. Her height is actually about Mikey’s, but since she’s walking on her “tiptoes” (it’s more comfortable bc of her bone structure) she appears to be higher.

produces silk (uses it to lengthen the range for touch-based spells or to crochet) and pheromones (to attract or to repulse, futile against humans and mutants, they only work on yokai)

umbrella has planetary signs and on the top is a sun sign (solely decorative)

her bailiwick is dark magic mostly (darkness based harm\destruction spells, creating a field of darkness), but she tries to learn other kinds of elementary attack spells, but they’re more tiring for her to perform.

has bags under her eyes,mostly because she stays up late, her sleep schedule is a mess. She just likes staying up late and doing hobbies, with all that learning there’s should be time for fun, right? After meeting the Mad Dogs, she could spend several nights without sleep, learning\practicing spells or looking for a particular one that they need. 

Even though she sometimes seems insensitive, she’s very emotional towards animals and animated little creatures (like robots),probably because she feels they are weaker and has an instinct to protect them.

doesn’t like any physical touch if she doesn’t like\know you. For some reason, this irritating, orange masked turtle grew fast on her…maybe her shell is getting thinner. (they’re totally besties, she freaking loves Dr. Delicate touch)

Also she crochets\sews, watches true crime videos, destroys the patriarchy, u know, girl stuff  

uses her wings for DAZZLING and casting(it’s absolutely extra), more than for flying, because that would be an easy target and not as fast as umbrella and magical means. So she uses umbrella for fast travel\dodging, but at least she looks great. If she opens her wings people in the close distance can't evert their gaze unless she moves from them or if person wers some kind of eye protecting equipment.

She considers incident in witch town very amusing (Donnie vs witch town),considering her tense relationship with this place.

She genuinely finds Donnie entertaining. Her reaction to his noises and attempts to be a mad scientist is pretty much the same as Luz’s reaction to King (like: awww he steppet his wittle foot~) Does it irritate him? Very much. But at least they both have a topic to infodump (science and magic) and they can’t understand eachother, which is a new experience for Donnie, to be in his brothers’ shoes. But she actually supports Donnie and tries to listen, though rarely understands terminology.

Giggles almost every time boys have an argument (if it’s not very life-threatening situation or it’s a real time to be serious)

She likes Raph’s roughness combined with his sweetness. She would totally crochet smth for him.

Leo is the one she shows her new nails first.

April is a kind of friend she always wanted, she can tell her about her nails with the same interest as about true crime (and learn smth new from April). She would also teach her magic too or escort her somewhere she could learn it.

She has a good developed emotional intelligence but rather from a logical point of view, like “ofc they do not know they’ve hurt u, they’re not u, but if they did it on purpose and u found out about it-ditch them, u deserve better that that”. Hates showing strong emotions like crying in public, it makes her feel weak.

 She tells “failing is okay” to smbd mostly to absorb it herself, she will try to comfort them with the words she would like to hear. But it’s only if she cares for you, otherwise you can jump off a roof and she’ll be like “do a flip”. 

Even though she seeks attention, she’s an introvert and she needs to “recharge” every once in a while to avoid being overwhelmed. Otherwise she’ll be a real buzzkill.

Totally infodumps boys about serial killers and true crime stuff, Raph and Leo ARE DEFINATELY CONCERNED. 

Greets u with “Supies~” and it irritates Don-Don (that does too)  because it’s not a real word

She hates dancing, because she hates embarrassment. But somehow Donnie takes it personally and insists on dancing lessons from him ofc. She says yes just to get him out of her hair ,but he takes it seriously. Somehow, it’s fun with him, even though very awkward at first. 

eyesight isn’t that great, wears special lenses to be less sensitive to light

learns spanish 

sings when she’s nervous

has slight anger issues

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Finn : New spell, okay new spell. Here goes.

*drumroll*

Finn : Spell. I need a spell. Think Finn, think. What is the spell that I need?

*Ding*

Finn : I got it. *Clears throat* Orc--uh...Orc-uh...

Lemon : JUST DO THE THING ALREADY!

Finn : Uhh, Orc-hoo-dious?

*Drumroll finish*

Lemon : You did well, but you'll have to think first. It's called orchideous. (Does her magic) See? Now you try.

Finn : Right.

*drumroll*

Finn : *breathes in and out* Let's settle this. It's now or never.

Lemon : Just do what I was told you to do.

Finn : Gotcha. Orchideous!

*drumroll Finish*

Lemon : See? I'd knew that you get the idea hanging. You finally did a Spell Just like we did.

Finn : Why yes, thank you. I would like another reason that this spell will give me a--

*reveals his arm turned into an evil monkey*

Lemon : EVIL MONKEY HAND!

Finn : What the...AHH! Oh Dear! OH MY GOD! *gets face eaten*

Lemon : Finn! Deactivate that spell!

Finn : Oh my God! Oh dear!

Lemon : Okay...That is not what happened. One syllable spell can be a little too dangerous.

(next)

Lemon : *reading the ingredients* Hmm...This should be interesting. If I'm gonna make strawberry lemonade, but I need a volunteer who can taste test it. Be careful adding two drops of--

Dot : Bottoms up! *Gulping*

Lemon : Uhh, I wouldn't think that you were supposed to add another drop to taste test it. But the Strawberry Lemonade isn't Strawberry Lemonade, it's wolfsbane Extract that I used to change eye color.

Dot : Yeah? Then what extra dop of Wolfsbane that Is gonna make? Make my head go-WOAH!

*Teeth Grows very big that pop out of his mouth*

Dot : AAAAAARGH-! *His head explodes*

Lemon : Okay, exploding our heads like that-IS NOT A SUBSTITUTE FOR A SPELL TO CHANGE OUR EYE COLOR!

(last)

Lemon : Okay, it's just me and you Mash. I finally learned a spell and I'm not afraid to use.

Mash : Okay.

Lemon : Here goes my lucky spell. Stand back, this is going to take a few seconds.

*uses her spell*

Lemon : Here I Go!

*Magical Zap*

Lemon : Did it worked this time?

Mash : I hope so.

Lemon : (sighs with relief) Guess it was hardly revolutionizable to have this opportunity going.

*The Cream Puffs Suddenly lives*

Cream Puff : Dada.

Mash : Huh? It talks.

Lemon : Aww, I think it kinda likes you.

Cream Puff : Kill Dada.

Mash : Or maybe it not.

Cream Puff : Kill Mama, no kill dada. Mama is bad as f-[dolphin chirp]

Lemon : What?! What was that?!

Cream Puffs : Mama a witch. Mama must die now!

Lemon : How dare you that you say that to me, you little piece of-

*an army of Cream Puffs awaken*

Lemon : Uh-oh. I just had to make them to me as a bad mother didn't I?

Mash : Oh yes.

Lemon : Why bother having that killer tomato feeling? Jack Frost didn't say anything about little snowballs being a mother to a bunch of little Monsters.

Mash : Hey, at least they were cool about it.

Lemon : (stoically) I'd say I think I had enough for a while. This is getting out of hand. But in my opinion, I think the Cream Puffs you eat and live is going to eat me as their sacrificial food

Mash : Good thing, that I have a reputation that you know how to use it before. Using your magic is for the good guys. Not to create an army of evil monsters that is an afternoon snack.

Lemon : Yeah, I know. And also...they're going to eat me aren't they?

Mash : That figures

Lemon : Well, for the record, I did my best to serve you good. But now, I'm a loser cannon.

(iris out)

*Sounds of Lemon eaten alive*

Lemon : *SFX : SONIC EXE SCREAM*

Mash : The Cream Puffs are good tho.

[ideahat-universe]

Face like a frog

For a long time I have had a disagreement with my mother about the Disney film as The Princess Frog.

She didn't like it because it was demonic. This confused the hell out of me. My father was like "But you read the Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe." and I was like "You watched The Little Mermaid as well as every other Disney film with magic in it."

She couldn't explain why she didn't like it beyond those simple, seemingly hypocritical terms. My mom isn't one of those "Do as I say, not as I do." people so this was mighty vexing.

Just recently though, I think I figured it out but it required additional research.

Viewers, when does the Disney Princess Frog take place?

1920s in New Orleans. The story of the frog prince is in the medieval ages but you already knew that but that's just one anachronism.

The other? Voodoo in the 20th century. In the 18th century Protestants were already stamping out pagan worship and teaching black slaves the good book (mostly to mollify them as the bible advises slaves not to be violent).

So by the time the movie happens voodoo was socially unacceptable and against the law. You would have protestants up your ass and of course racist white people punishing you for your jungle magic.

The whole idea of Voodoo is that you speak with spirits for guidance but in the Christian faith anytime you speak with a spirit that isn't the big three you are speaking with a demon. Speaking to your dead grandma? Nope, demon, Got a message from a celebrity at 3:00 am?

No, demon.

This means that even the "good" voodoo shaman Mama Odie is demonic by basically all standards of that time.

I get it, "Oda, who cares about Christianity, it's not an essential part of black culture!" to which I say, "actually it is."

Since the mid 18th century Black Americans have majority adopted variations of Methodist and Baptist Christian faith.

So this movie about the first black princess, takes a white medieval story and then slaps voodoo shamanism on top of it and then paints it in an era where voodoo would be rejected by the majority of people, including Black Americans who are Christian and would consider anything involving voodoo to be demonic and objectively evil.

There's plenty of reasons why this movie failed, it's kind of slow, the cast of characters start and end with Dr. Facilier.

It's a really slow movie with one good song but part of why it doesn't work is that it's just a mish mash of things white people think represent black people.

Jazz music! African royalty! Voodoo! Get some churchy music for the good Voodoo Shaman (completely heretical) song, Strong independent black woman setting up a business in New Orleans. Frogs! because black people eat frogs in that area? Am I right?

Now this critique is all well and good but what would the alternative be? I don't know, a christian black American stamping out a evil voodoo shaman?

Faith: New Orleans edition?

As a Disney princess film though? Black Christian faiths don't typically let women be anything more than deacons.

Lets circle back to the beginning. Prince Naveem. Now we don't have a lot of evidence of an African Prince ever visiting America much less during a time when blacks did not have equal rights and several minorities were oppressed but if we can have an African Princess. Just change some things around and there! First Disney African Princess.

Wait, African Princess? That's not the same as a Black American Princess. FUCK.

America never had a king which means America never had a princess which means there could never be a Black American Disney princess.

There is no system of traditional nobility.

We'd have to do something crazy and call a black celebrity a "Princess" because Hollywood celebrities is the closest to traditional aristocracy.

But how do you make a movie about Josephine Baker and not have it be an offensive mess like Pocahontas ended up being?

I'm starting to see that this idea was doomed from the start.

[authorautumnbanks]

Wish I Could Curse You (12)

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Satoru side eyes the man with stitches across his forehead, not that the man would be able to tell since Satoru has his bandages wrapped firmly around his eyes.

Something isn't right about that man, but he can't put his finger on what it is. The man's eyes are shifty. Though, what sorcerer doesn't have shifty eyes? Sorcerers are truly just con men at the end of the day. And his smile doesn't fit his face, but there's no malicious intent coming from him. Either the man is just naturally a shitty person, or he realizes he's outclassed.

Outnumbered.

Or maybe it's both.

His muscles tighten. All he needs is a single twitch. A look. Anything, really, and Satoru will end this man's life.

"Please enjoy your stay," the man says, bowing. "Should you need anything, please do not hesitate to find me." He bows again and then leaves them alone in the room, which could be bigger considering the Lord of this estate says they are esteemed guests or whatever.

Or maybe this is the best that they can do? A couple of sleeping mats and a divider, as if they are going to use that.

"He smelled funny," Shippo says, wrinkling his nose. "Not full-on zombie like Kikyo did. But hers was more like the smell of clay."

"Kikyo? Have I heard that name before?" Satoru questions. There's been a lot of names thrown at him these past couple of days that he can't keep track of who he should have beef with or not.

"Oh, InuYasha and Kikyo were lovers," Shippo answers. "But she died, and some witch reanimated her using part of Mama's soul."

"And she's at rest now," Kagome interrupts. She crosses her arms and leans against the wall. "We have bigger problems." She sighs and looks at Suguru. "You were supposed to find an estate that didn't have an evil spirit."

Suguru laughs. "It wasn't on purpose. Though I don't think we have to look far. That sorcerer may be a curse user." Suguru cracks his neck. "Is he leaving?"

Satoru tugs at his bandages just enough to reveal one eye. "Seems to be that way. Must've scared him off."

"We can sleep here, or we can leave and make camp," Suguru says.

"You want to go after him?"

"Not really. It's late…unless Kagome wants to."

Kagome blows out a breath. "Satoru, you can track his energy, right?"

He nods. It's not a big deal to go after the curse user, though a small part of him wants to stay here and get more information out of Shippo.

"We could ask around, gather some more information. If something is amiss, then we track him down. Shippo, you said he wasn't really like Kikyo. Was he like Rin or Kohaku?"

Shippo scrunches his nose. His bushy tail swishes back and forth. "Yeah, I'd say like them. He's died before, but isn't quite like Kikyo."

"Then he wouldn't need the souls of the recently deceased to survive."

Satoru frowns. He glances over at Suguru. All this soul talk is making him itchy. Kagome and Shippo are far too flippant about souls being snatched, living off half of one, and now there's a difference in how a dead person smells?

"So this Kikyo needed the souls of other people to survive, but you didn't?" Suguru asks.

Kagome tilts her head. "Well…most people would have been dead."

"Yeah, Mama is super strong," Shippo says, jumping up and down. "She even pulled her soul back. And when Kanna tried to steal what she had left, it was too big to be contained."

Kagome closes her eyes and sighs. "Point being, I'm an anomaly on that front and Kikyo was too." She opens her eyes and pins Shippo with a look. "Most wouldn't need to collect the souls of the recently dead because they would have taken the soul of someone else. And probably be at the mercy of whoever rose them from the dead." Kagome pushes away from the wall and sits down on the bedding. She blows out a breath. "Someone like Rin or Kohaku, though, came back to life with their souls and not someone else's. It's a different process and I believe you can't be dead for too long for it to work. Kikyo was dead for 50 years."

50 years? Satoru scratches his head. "InuYasha and Kikyo were lovers, though? He got with a zombie?"

"Uhh, no? Kinda." Kagome presses her lips together. "InuYasha is like over 200 centuries years old. Shippo wasn't lying when he told you his age."

Suguru bends down and squints at Shippo. "You're older than me?"

"And more handsome," Shippo quips.

Satoru doesn't bother to hold his laughter back. Suguru turns and flips him off, which only makes Satoru laugh harder.

Kagome stands and walks towards the door. Satoru reaches for her, grabbing her wrist in a loose hold. She pauses and when she looks at him, he swears she takes his breath from him.

"Hi."

"Hi?"

"You come here often?"

Kagome blinks and then rolls her eyes. "You're the most unserious man I know."

"A shame you know other men."

"Hey!" Suguru walks over to them and flanks Kagome's other side. "You forget I knew her first."

Satoru snorts. "Let's ditch the wannabe monk," he says. "Besides, Suguru got to spend time alone with you earlier and I didn't."

Suguru narrows his eyes at him.

"Is this how you two flirt?" Shippo asks.

Satoru whips his head back. Shippo sits on the floor with crayons in hand. Huh. Shippo really likes drawing. Maybe he should get him a sketchbook to keep all his pictures together? "We aren't flirting. It's called establishing dominance."

Suguru makes a choked sound.

"Establish away," Kagome says, pulling her hand back. "I'm going to talk to Lord Kitagaki and see if we can't get some more information on what's been going on around here. If that guy is up to no good, then I can't just stand by and turn the other way. He could have been the type those monks were after."

"Sesshomaru may want to kill them. They didn't want to listen to reason," Shippo chimes.

"…That too."

"You're gonna go talk to some man that is obsessed with you, wearing that?" Satoru asks, readjusting his bandages.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" She plants her hands on her hips and leans forward. Satoru shivers. This shouldn't be turning him on, but the fire in her eyes makes him want to add more wood to the flames. "This is a traditional priestess garment."

"Nothing's wrong with it…it's just…" He bites his lip. "Shippo, don't you want your own room?"

"Uh, no?" Shippo replies. "Why would I want my own room when this place is creepy?"

"Not you too, Suguru?" Kagome looks over her shoulder.

Suguru shrugs. "I think Shippo should get his own room after we confirm there is no danger here."

"I'm not leaving this room," Shippo says with a huff. "I'm sleeping with Mama."

"Awww, you want to cuddle with me?" Kagome turns and holds open her arms. Shippo puts his crayons down and runs forward, leaping into Kagome's embrace like a cat. Er…fox. Whatever. Either way, it's not fair.

"He is a grown man," Suguru mutters. Kagome gasps and cuddles Shippo closer to her chest.

"Shippo is only in his 60s, he's a child," she admonishes. "You have to watch what you say to him. He's delicate." Kagome runs her hand over Shippo's hair and mock glares at Suguru.

"…." Suguru exhales. "Right. Right. Shippo is a poor, innocent child who did not have a trap lying in wait for someone to walk into it and get crushed by some fox statues."

"Papa Suguru likes to tell crazy stories," Shippo chimes. "Maybe he's getting senile with his old age."

"I think so too," Kagome sighs.

Suguru splutters. "You were there when he had the trap laid out."

"Oh Papa Suguru," Shippo says, shaking his head slowly. "I would never do such a thing. Why I'm the best kit ever. I never cause trouble and I definitely didn't do something to your hair bottle."

Satoru covers his mouth and wheezes. Now he wants to know what Shippo did to the shampoo bottle. Suguru glares at him and flares his nostrils. Ugh. Fine. "Shippo," Satoru says, doing his best to not laugh. "You shouldn't play tricks on Suguru without me."

"What? I thought we agreed that tricks would be played on Satoru only?"

"Papas, please. I have enough tricks up my sleeves for everyone. You don't have to beg me to scam you." Shippo shakes his head again. "Mama, where did you find these strange humans? It must be that cursed energy of theirs. Got them going crazy."

Wait a minute! Satoru snaps his mouth shut. How the heck did Shippo turn it around like that?

"Okay. One of us needs to go investigate and it can't be Satoru, since he's supposed to be blind." Kagome blows out a breath. "If we could get this taken care of before dinner, that would be great."

"So, me?" Suguru asks, but he says it more like a statement. "And Shippo." He grabs Shippo by the back of his shirt. Shippo rolls his eyes. His tail swishes back and forth like an annoyed cat.

"I mean, I was going to go," Kagome points out.

"Best if you don't. I might end up plucking that lord's eyes out," Suguru says, straight-faced.

"You wouldn't pluck his eyes out," she scoffs. "Whatever, investigate away then." She waves Suguru and Shippo off as she heads back off to the bedding. Satoru bites his tongue. No way is he about to open his mouth and ruin this opportunity.

He waits until Suguru and Shippo leave the room and places his ear against the door, listening for movement. He could simply track Suguru's cursed energy, but for this he wants all of his senses put to use.

"What are you doing?" Kagome asks.

"Making sure they're gone." He turns and stalks towards her. Kagome squirms. Ah, now she realizes the predicament she's in. He grins. A big, wide Chester's grin. "What's wrong, Gome-chan?" He drops to his hands and knees before her. "I'm just trying to be a good concubine and make you feel good."

"A good concubine knows how to keep their mouth shut," she teases.

"M'afraid you'll have to keep this disobedient concubine's mouth busy." He leans forward and kisses her. Kagome wraps her arms around his neck and falls back on the bedding as he cages her in. Satoru breaks the kiss and sighs. He places his head between her breasts, careful to not put his whole weight on her.

"How are you feeling?" she asks after a moment. Satoru lifts his head. "About everything that's happened."

"I've got the love of my life and my best friend." He tilts his head. "And a son that likes to play tricks." He eases off her and lies on his side. "Hoping for another one." Satoru places his hand on her stomach. Actually, he blames Suguru for this. He wasn't thinking about having kids at all until Suguru started scheming.

"You two are serious about this?"

"Mhmm. Suguru is strong, but he's not cut out for jujutsu work, so having him home with you brings me a sense of peace. I'm a clan leader and one of the strongest, so I have a lot of enemies." And he wasn't there for Suguru back then when he needed him the most. He will not turn his back on Suguru now.

"Are you referring to the darkness in him?"

"Darkness?" If she means how fragile Suguru's mind was back then, then sure. "I mean, you have to be a bit insane to be a sorcerer." He interlocks their fingers. "I can see his cursed energy, but I don't think that's what you're referring to."

"No." She shakes her head. "It's been settling down since I've started addressing it. I just wanted to check in with you. You've been more unhinged since we've been here."

Satoru shifts. The tips of his ears burn. "Is that a bad thing?"

"…No. I guess you can't go all out in our time." She bites her lip. "As long as you're fine, then that's all that matters."

"Speaking of unhinged." He smiles at her. "Can I rip this off of you?"

Kagome gives him a flat expression. "No. What happened to being a good concubine?"

Satoru sighs. "I don't want to be a good concubine. Can't I just be your husband?"

Kagome flushes.

"Oho? You didn't think I'd just make you a baby mama? Thought it was a given."

"I haven't been doing much thinking lately," she huffs.

Satoru laughs. She's cute when she's flustered. "I'll talk to Suguru, but on paper, you should be my wife for more protection."

"I don't need protecting."

"Everyone needs someone watching their back. Besides, you'll have twenty kids to watch over. You'll need all the help you can get."

"Twenty!"

His brows furrow together. "Did you want more than that? That'll be too much on your body."

Kagome jerks her hand back and sits up. "You are ridiculous."

"In love," he coos as he reaches for her leg, pulling it into his lap. "When we get back, I need to take you out on a proper date."

"You mean you want to take me out on a date."

"There's no wanting with you. I need you."

The door slides open. Suguru's expression is murderous. Shippo twitches in Suguru's arms.

"What happened?" Satoru asks, rising.

"We're leaving."

"What?" Kagome stands and scratches her head. "We just got here and we haven't—"

"Kagome," Suguru interrupts. "We're leaving."

Kagome stares at Suguru for a beat and then turns to gather her things. Satoru exhales. He's not sure what's going on, but Suguru isn't the type to talk to Kagome like that, so it must be serious.

Suguru packs the rest of the items and stores them in the worm curse while Shippo clings to his back. Satoru blows out a breath as he slides open the back door.

"Can't we just fly to Sesshomaru's?" Shippo asks.

Kagome shrugs. "It's fine. I guess."

Suguru summons a giant bird curse that bends and spreads its wings. "You can ride in my lap, so you aren't directly on the curse," Suguru says, stepping in front of Kagome. "I can explain on the way there."

But Suguru doesn't explain. He doesn't say anything the entire flight unless it is to direct the curse to follow Shippo's directions.

They land a little way from the estate. Kagome slides out of Suguru's lap and stretches her arms.

"I nearly killed him," Suguru admits.

Satoru clucks his tongue. Ah. So that's it.

"Why would you nearly kill Lord—"

"He asked to buy you."

"He didn't want me?" Satoru pouts. His fingers clench at his sides. Of course, that man tried to buy Kagome. With how he went on and on about the Shikon tale, he probably sees Kagome as an object and not a person.

Kagome blinks. "That's all?"

…That's all? What does she mean by that's all? Shouldn't she be a little angry? Or annoyed?

"Mama gets proposed to all the time or someone kidnaps her to make her their bride. That lord was pretty tame," Shippo says. "But Sesshomaru says that wandering eyes should be eaten." He throws up his hands and shrugs. "But if that were the case, then Miroku would just be dead because he used to have wandering eyes, and hands, and his mouth was loose too."

"That's demon customs," Kagome says. "Suguru, you'll drive yourself mad if you try to go after every male or female that approaches me."

Satoru twitches. Male or female? Now he has to worry about females making a move on her too? He rubs his forehead. At this rate, he'll be going insane too. A surge of energy sweeps over the area. Satoru grits his teeth. The hell is this? This is nothing like the demonic energy he's encountered so far. Kagome beams and heads towards the surge. This energy is oppressive. Shouldn't Kagome be more sensitive to it than him? Or does it not affect her as much because she has holy energy?

"Sesshomaru wants to know why we're standing around," she says over her shoulder. Shippo bounds after her.

Satoru takes a step, but Suguru reaches for him, so he drops infinity. "What's up?"

"That man with the stitches wasn't doing anything that I could find."

"Did he return then?"

Suguru shakes his head. "He must have left because of Kagome. May have suspected her to be in cahoots with those monks."

Satoru frowns. Something about that man still doesn't sit right with him, but he hasn't given him a reason to go after him. They walk side by side, keeping some distance from Kagome, though Satoru suspects Shippo can hear their conversation. He should test out how far away Shippo can hear them.

"Do you want to go after him?" Satoru asks.

"No. He didn't do anything to the people there. They said he's been here for years and were shocked that he was suddenly gone. Said it wasn't like him to leave, but those monks being so close to the village is no coincidence."

Satoru hums. "Anything else, or did we really leave because that lord wanted Kagome?"

Suguru stops. "It was that or kill him. I chose to remove us from the situation. Didn't trust that he wouldn't try something." Suguru resumes walking.

"Why are you two walking so slow?" Kagome asks, turning around to look at them. She crosses her arms. "Come on, before Sesshomaru gets cranky."

"Sesshomaru is just a friend, right?" Suguru asks, keeping his expression easygoing. Satoru snorts. Now Suguru wants to ask that?

"No, he's family."

"…I see." Suguru sighs.

"What's up with you?" Kagome raises a brow. Shippo crosses his arms and mimics Kagome's pose.

"Just a little wound up from today's events is all."

"Oh." Kagome smiles. "Don't worry, my room leads to a private hot spring. So you can relax when we get there."

"Can we take a family bath?" Shippo asks.

"As long as the family bath comprises us and not Sesshomaru," Satoru quips, though truthfully, he wants time alone with Kagome and Suguru. As fun as Shippo's company is, he's damn near busting at the seams to have quality time with Kagome. Once they go back to their time, it's going to be a headache. Jujutsu society will probably freak out on him for being sick for so long and then Suguru is stepping away from that cult of his.

Suguru's 'family' may be a problem, but they can handle it together.

"This Sesshomaru would not lower myself to bathe with a bunch of humans."

Satoru's muscles tighten. He didn't even hear this demon approach. Sesshomaru steps out from the shadows. Satoru grimaces. He looks over at Suguru, who wears a similar expression.

This is Sesshomaru?

Satoru snorts. He's much better looking than this demon.

"What are you talking about? I'm human," Kagome says, rolling her eyes. "Sesshomaru, this is Satoru, and that's Suguru."

"You don't count," Sesshomaru says. He sniffs. "Two mates?" He sniffs again and then hums. "Come, I will have the servants attend to you." Sesshomaru turns on his heel and flicks his long silver hair back.

Suguru catches up to Kagome and reaches for her hand. "Did you bathe with him?"

Satoru frowns. He would like to know that too.

"Ah, not intentionally. I didn't realize he was already in the spring. But that was so long ago." She shrugs.

"Anyone else I should have on my hit list?" Suguru asks as though he is teasing, but Satoru knows Suguru is serious about this hit list. He should speak up. Put a stop to it.

But.

Damn. His list is growing, too.

"InuYasha saw Mama naked plenty of times. Sometimes he'd lie and say there was a demon attack, but there was no demon," Shippo says. "And then Miroku used to spy all the time. He even asked Mama to have his children, but he is with Sango now, so I guess Sango didn't mind his perverted ways. And then there was that pig demon that—"

Kagome bends down and places a hand over Shippo's mouth. "Do you want me to read you a story after you eat dinner?"

Shippo squints and then nods his head.

"The priestess has many would-be suitors," Sesshomaru says, "As far as hit lists…. This Sesshomaru will test you in the morning."

"Test us?" Satoru and Suguru parrot.

"The priestess doesn't always have the best judge of character."

"Hey!"

"And should you prove to be weak, this Sesshomaru will simply kill you for wasting the priestess's time."

Shippo runs back and jumps into Suguru's arms. He cups his hand over his mouth and whispers, "That means you guys have partly won him over. If you were a regular human, he would have just killed you."

"He would have killed us and not respected Kagome's wishes?" Suguru asks.

Shippo snorts. "Mama…." He sighs. "A weak male could not handle Mama. She gets into so much trouble."

"I do not," Kagome says.

"The last time the priestess was here, a lowly cat demon tried to kidnap her for breeding."

"And I defended myself!"

"There was also that tribe of imps—"

"Thank you, Shippo." Kagome sighs.

Suguru and Satoru share a look. Kagome is far too nonchalant about these things. A normal person would have broken under the trauma, but Kagome waves it off as though these occurrences are nothing more than an annoying insect bite.

"We'll do your test first thing in the morning and then we'll be on our way," Suguru says.

Sesshomaru doesn't respond, but instead leads them to the estate, where the overwhelming energy of demons oozes out of the cracks. Though it's nothing to the amount coming from Sesshomaru himself. Satoru grits his teeth. His cursed energy swirls in his gut, wanting to rise and flare back against the oppressive energy.

They eat in a dining room with a table long enough to sit several families. Shippo jumps and squirms in his seat. He's far more excited to be here than he was at that human lord's estate.

"Why is there so much on my plate?" Kagome grumbles, staring at the massive pile of meat. Satoru squints at his own. It's nowhere near as much as what Kagome has. No way she can eat all of that.

"Because you'll need the energy." Sesshomaru sips from his drink. "Rin and Kohaku have left to visit InuYasha's whelp. They may have already left the village to patrol the area."

"Speaking of patrols," Kagome says, picking at her food. "We ran into some monks. I think the same ones that tried to rescue Rin. They attacked Satoru and Suguru for having cursed energy."

"Most with holy energy go after those with cursed energy. It has been this way for centuries." Sesshomaru sets his drink down. "Perhaps if those with cursed energy weren't so secluded then they could have taken the place of monks and priestesses in the eyes of the villagers." Sesshomaru looks at Satoru and then at Suguru. "It's rare to come across those with energy, such as your mates. Most of them are weak."

Satoru shrugs. That isn't new information to him. Most sorcerers are weak. They die too early.

"Mama, can I have that bed-time story now?" Shippo yawns as he pushes his empty plate away. Kagome's plate still has a massive amount of meat and no vegetables on it.

"Of course." She stands and then looks around the room. "Jaken!" A green imp waddles into the room with giant bug like eyes. Satoru grimaces. This Jaken is one of the uglier demons he has seen.

"Human, do not call me as though you are my master. I only respond to Sesshomaru-sama."

Kagome rolls her eyes. "Please show Satoru and Suguru to my room. I'll be there after I get Shippo settled in."

Satoru perks up. Shippo has his own room? He nods his head in agreement. Suguru covers his mouth with his hand and yawns to hide the smirk that keeps trying to snake its way along his face. They thank Sesshomaru for his hospitality and follow Jaken as he leads them to the North wing.

Jaken grumbles as he stomps away. Satoru shrugs and walks into the room. Oh. That bed is massive. He rests his arm on Suguru's shoulder.

"That bed looks modern," Suguru points out.

"That's what you care about?" Satoru huffs. "Give me the stuff so I can get the room ready." He takes the bags from Suguru and sets the lube on the vanity. He's no history junkie, but Suguru does have a point. Some of the stuff in this room does feel modern. Kagome either instructed them on how to make it, or demons are more advanced than the humans of this time.

"I was just making an observation," Suguru says. "This room is specifically tailored to Kagome, even though she's hardly here. Sesshomaru must care a great deal about her." He makes a fist. "I have a lot of questions. Why would a demon consider a priestess to be family?"

Satoru scratches the back of his head. "I don't think it's so much that a demon considers a priestess to be family, as it is so much that you can't help but love Kagome."

Suguru unclenches his fist. "She truly is something." He smiles gently.

The door opens and Kagome walks in. She blows out a breath and leans against the door. "Shippo wanted me to read him three books, but luckily he knocked out mid-way through the second one." She shakes her head and then freezes. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?" She takes a step back, but there's nowhere for her to go.

"Hey, Gome-chan, your barriers are soundproof, right?" Satoru asks, going for nonchalant, but failing miserably.

"Kagome," Suguru calls. "Come lie on Satoru's back."

Satoru glares over his shoulder, but Suguru quirks a brow, challenging him to do something. Kinda hard to do something with a cock in his ass though.

"Don't listen to him," Satoru says. "You can lie down in front of me." He wets his lips, pleading with her to do just that. He needs to see her. Needs to taste her.

Needs Suguru to stop trying to monopolize her.

"I asked first." Suguru grips his hips and slams into him.

Fuckkk. Satoru breathes out his mouth. Kagome bites her lip as she approaches. She swings her legs over and uses Satoru like a chair.

He groans. Suguru is always hogging Kagome. Whatever happened to sharing is caring or whatever?

"Good girl," Suguru praises. "Now lie back and touch yourself." He snaps his hips and Satoru squeezes his eyes shut.

This is bullshit.

"Like this?" Kagome murmurs.

"Shit yeah," Suguru breathes. "Baby, you're so wet."

Satoru turns his head, but he can't see shit, and this is complete and utter bullshit. Suguru is a dick. He wants to see Kagome too.

"Give me your fingers, I wanna taste," Suguru commands. He hums. Suguru's cock twitches while Satoru's balls tighten.

This is bullshit. This is bullshit. This is bullshit. He chants to himself, gnashing his molars.

"Kagome, please," he begs as his body rocks forward. Suguru's fingers dig into his hips. "Kagome, please." He's whining now.

She slides off his back. "What is it, Satoru?" There's a twinge of concern in her voice. He swears Kagome is the only one that considers his feelings around here.

"Ride me," he says.

Suguru scoffs as he pulls out. He slaps Satoru's ass. "Turn over, brat."

Satoru sighs as he does that. He reaches for Kagome and urges her to climb on him. His cock twitches. So close and yet so far away from what he wants.

"You're so needy," Kagome breathes, gripping his cock with one hand as she eases down on his length. Her eyes roll back. "Fuck. Satoru you're so…"

Suguru tugs Kagome's head back by her hair, forcing her body to arch as he sinks his cock into Satoru's ass.

"He is needy," Suguru agrees. "But so am I." Suguru pounds into him. His balls slap against his skin in tune to Kagome rocking her hips.

His body doesn't know what to focus on. The pleasure of Suguru's fat cock in his ass, or the way Kagome's pussy grips him like a vice.

"Shit," he breathes, forcing his eyes to stay open. Kagome is arched so beautifully with her tits in the air. Suguru lets go of his hold on her hair and wraps an arm around her neck.

Kagome cries out. One hand on his abdomen and the other on Suguru's bicep. Shit. She fucking likes that. Satoru lets out a shuddering breath. He didn't think she could get any tighter.

"So close," she slurs. "He's feels so good."

Satoru's nostrils flare. When she says shit like that, it drives him crazy. He digs his heels into the bed as she rides him. He's close too. Gonna fill her up until she's leaking all over the bed with his come.

Suguru pulls out and lifts Kagome up and off Satoru's cock. His mouth pops open. That mother fuck…

Kagome gasps. Her hand wraps around his cock as her head rests on him. Her body jerks forward. Suguru grips her hips and snaps his hips into her.

Damn.

Suguru is fucking her like he seriously wants to brand his name on her. Satoru swallows. His cock twitches, needy, in Kagome's hand. Damn. He was close.

"Get over here, Satoru," Suguru barks out.

Satoru huffs. "Excuse me?"

"Get your bratty ass over here and eat my ass," Suguru snaps as he pounds into Kagome, whose eyes roll back.

Shit. She looks drunk. Dick drunk. And Suguru expects him to move from his spot and miss out on this view?

Kagome lets go of him and tries to lift herself up with her arms, but Suguru only pounds into her harder. Suguru's eyes snap to Satoru's.

He grumbles as he shimmies out from under Kagome and moves around to the end of the bed. "How the hell am I supposed to do this?"

Suguru looks back at him and pants. His long hair sticks to his back. "You're a genius, aren't you?"

Cheeky bastard.

Satoru grins, but it's all teeth. He lies on his back. "Can't believe I'm letting you sit on my face," he grumbles, before licking Suguru.

"Sug—ah! I can't—"

"I know you can," Suguru growls. "You can and you will take it." He hisses.

Satoru reaches down and strokes his cock as he eats Suguru out. He would much rather be eating Kagome out. The way she tastes when she comes on his tongue has him wanting to go back for seconds, thirds…at this point, he'd gladly put her come in a cup so he can taste her every time he gets thirsty.

Suguru lifts, so Satoru sits up. He turns around and forgets how to breathe. Suguru clamps down on the spot between Kagome's shoulder and neck.

Oh shit.

Suguru is trying to brand her.

His Adam's apple bobs. Fuck, now he wants to brand her. He needs everyone to know just who she belongs to at first glance.

Suguru wraps his arms around Kagome, keeping her upright and keeping her flush to his body as he dominates her. It's the only other description Satoru can think of. Suguru isn't just fucking Kagome. No, he's dominating her and leaving no room for misinterpretation. Maybe it's something in the air or maybe it's from being around nothing but demons—dog demons—in this estate, but something primal has taken over Suguru.

Something primal has taken over him, too.

He hops off the bed and grabs the lube, squirting a generous amount into his palm. Satoru strokes his cock with the lube and then squeezes a bit more into his palm. He doesn't want to hurt Suguru. At least not this time. Satoru climbs back onto the bed and fingers Suguru's ass, preparing him.

Suguru freezes and then shudders. Not once does he let go of his hold of Kagome. Satoru smirks as he adds another finger. He bites his lip as he pulls his fingers out and guides his cock in.

"Really?" Suguru huffs.

"I'm not the only taking it up the ass tonight," he quips, wrapping his hand around Suguru's hair.

"F'ucking brat," Suguru pants, rocking forward as Satoru snaps his hips forward.

Kagome groans. "You two aren't seriously arguing right now."

Satoru's eyes roll back as he pants. His balls tighten. Kami, even her groans of exasperation, gets him off. "Keep talking, baby," he grunts out.

Kagome squeals. "Suguru!"

"Ah, I'm not sorry," Suguru quips.

"Fill her up," Satoru commands, tugging harder on Suguru's hair. His hips move back and forth erratically. He's blindingly chasing that sweet pleasure. He's so far gone, he doesn't even care about releasing in Suguru. The night is young. There'll be plenty of time to come in Kagome before the morning light. His curse energy surges within him, seeping from his gums to his teeth.

"Sa-to-ru!" Suguru grunts, falling forward. His arms shoot out, caging Kagome in.

Satoru inhales. He doesn't know what's going on with him, but he clamps down harder on Suguru, imbuing him with cursed energy. He continues to thrust into Suguru, causing Suguru to rock into Kagome.

"Shit," Suguru breathes. "Feral bastard."

"You love it," he quips, raising his head. He swipes his tongue along his lips. "Kagome loves it more."

Kagome laughs, but it turns into a low whine as Suguru wraps his arm around her, pulling her flush against him. "How about I love you both?"

"Mhmm, you should love me more," Satoru says. His eyebrows pinch together as he lets go of Suguru's hair and grips his hips. "I love you more than Suguru."

"Fuck off," Suguru grunts.

"I'm trying to."

"It's okay," Suguru huffs. "My love for you is more than enough to fill in the love you have for Satoru."

Satoru narrows his eyes, pulls back, and surges back into Suguru one more time. He comes with a sigh. His head rolls back. Suguru groans and pulls out of Kagome right as Satoru does the same. He catches his breath and then tightens his hold on Suguru's hips and not so gently tosses him to the side.

"Satoru! You fucker," Suguru yells, from the floor, but Satoru brushes his cursing off like water. He has more important things to do. Satoru reaches for Kagome's legs and hoists her up, pulling her cunt closer to his face. He dives right in, humming in pleasure as his tongue plunders inside of her.

"Satoru," she half squeals. Her legs tremble. Kami, she smells amazing.

"Someone has to clean ya up."

"You're a fucking glutton," Suguru says, climbing back onto the bed. He runs a hand over Kagome's hair. "You want to take a bath after this?"

"Mhmm, yeah."

"Who said I was done?" Satoru complains, pulling his face away to grab Kagome's leg. He lifts it up and nudges her on to her side.

"Y-you're not?" Kagome's eyes roll back. "Sensitive."

"Hope you weren't planning on getting sleep tonight," he quips.

"What?" Kagome tightens around him and he breathes out of his mouth. "Suguru! You're on my side, right?"

Suguru strokes his cock and then kisses Kagome. "I'm always on your side." He licks his lips and then makes eye contact with Satoru.

"I'm not going to survive the night," Kagome grumbles.

Satoru and Suguru laugh. Oh, she'll survive the night alright. He won't guarantee she'll be walking properly in the morning, but that's a problem for tomorrow. For now, he wants to savor this moment. Satoru pulls back and thrusts back into her. Her breasts jerk from the action, and he has to bite his lip.

Yeah, he's gonna savor this alright.

***

A/N: This chapter ran away from me. Kenjaku is only a problem in the modern world. He wasn't in a body fit for fighting and even if he was, he wasn't gonna try to take them on. Normally I write a chapter in chronological order, but the sex scene actually came to me first (I'll see myself out lol). Next update will probably be Accidental again since I have some of that chapter drafted and then I'll update One Night.

"Was Sukuna part of this lore too?" - No, only because Sukuna didn't know about Satoru's CT at first so I figured that meant the big three clans didn't come into play until after Sukuna had already split his soul.

"If she's pregnant by the time they return to the present, will passing through the well affect the fetus?" - I don't see why it wouldn't since that would mean the baby is constantly being exposed to outside magic.

"Do I know about the JJK x Disney crack ships?" - Yessss, those tick toks had me in a chokehold for a while lol.

"Where am I publishing the original story?" - On Tapas and Scribblehub because they have a schedule option. I'll start posting it in April. Chapters will be free to read and I'll have a ream (like ) for early-release chapters.

Hope you have an amazing weekend! Stay safe and warm. Drink your water and take your vitamins. Refill your well and make sure you are taking in media that brings you joy. Take care and see you next week!

[howdeepthegrave]

This would be gut wrenching. Agatha would so deeply want to believe that somehow the universe was giving her a chance. Just one more chance. Just a little more time. And no matter who tries to tell her, or how, she would refuse to believe that's not her precious little boy back with her somehow.

Here have some poorly written claptrap.

"Mama, please, let's go now."

Agatha looked down at her son and smiled.

"All right, Nicky, we'll go. We'll go where no one can bother us or hurt us, okay?"

Billy stepped in their way.

"Agatha! Agatha, that is not Nicky!"

All Agatha could do was laugh at the boy's pathetic attempt to turn her away from her child. From her own flesh and blood.

"Jealousy almost suits you, Billy. It makes you seem even more like Wanda, somehow."

"Agatha..."

"Billy, leave her," Tommy said. "There's no point."

"But she... We have to get her away from that thing!"

"Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you, Mommy Issues?" Agatha spat.

"Please, Agatha, you have to know that..."

"That what? That you thought you could replace what I lost? How could you ever hope to do that? You're just the nasty end result of the Scarlet Witch not knowing what she was doing with herself. You're no one's son! You're nothing!"

Billy staggered back, the words striking almost as solidly as a weapon. Tommy ran to his side, buoying him up and pulling him away.

"Forget that old witch, man. What'd she ever do for us?"

"She helped me to find you. Tommy, she... I can't let her end up like this. She helped me, even when she didn't mean to."

"Billy, anything you've done, you did on your own, with your own power. Sure, maybe she helped you with some control..."

Turning, Tommy and Billy saw Agatha reach out and take the hand of the thing she believed to be her son. Billy fought back tears, horrified to know that perhaps there was nothing he could do. Agatha waa lost to this thing. Already he could see how it had dimmed and drained her, could envision what would happen to her under its further control.

"Have you tried tugging at her heartstrings with your mind again?" someone suggested.

Looking back, Billy saw Death, Rio for now, casually leaning against a light post. She seemed deeply unconcerned that the woman she once claimed to love was walking away hand in hand with a simulacrum of their dead son, a disguise for codified evil.

"Stop her! Please, Rio, you..."

"Silence, Abomination. I can't stop Agatha from doing this anymore than I've ever stopped her from doing anything."

"Can't you?"

Rio shrugged.

"So you'll just let her go? Let her keep rotting away again under the influence of that... That thing?"

"She never wants to see me again. And if she's content to end her days enslaved by delusion, by a... By an image of Nicky, who am I to stop her?"

"It's lying to her! It's lying about Nicholas, about her child. About your child. Aren't you..."

"OF COURSE I'M OUTRAGED!" Death roared, surging forward to knock Tommy back and grab Billy by the throat.

"Then do something," Tommy said.

"I... I can't," Rio said, releasing Billy.

"If you love her, please, please help her," Billy gasped.

"I..."

"Just prove it's not Nicky! You should be able to do that."

And then Rio was gone. Further up the way, Agatha and the thing pretending to by Nicky had paused.

"If they wanna go, why doesn't she just, like, teleport 'em away?" Tommy asked.

Billy shrugged.

"AGATHA! AGATHA, THAT IS NOT OUR SON!"

The voice was like thunder surging around and over them. They saw Agatha stop, saw her release the hand of the Nicky-thing, and Billy thought they ought to take a chance.

"Tommy, go grab it!"

"What? I..."

"Just go!"

In a flash Tommy cleared the distance, made a grab for the Darkhold Kid, and snagged the back of its jacket.

"Mama, help!"

Agatha heard her son cry out, turned aside, and blasted Tommy. He fell to the ground, screaming, and Agatha smiled, though she staggered as she moved to take Nicky's hand again.

"It's okay, Nicky. Mama's right here. We'll never be apart again."

Why did she feel so tired? So drained? She could feel Billy approaching, rushing to check on that brother of his. Would it be worth it to turn back a moment and bait him to see if she could siphon off his power? After all, he had given willingly before.

He had given willingly.

"Mama, come on. We have to go before..."

"Agatha, that boy is not ours."

Spinning, Agatha snarled, pulling Nicky behind her.

"You won't take him from me again, Rio! You can't."

"Agatha, Nicky... How could that be Nicky? I know you can feel that's not him. Not our blood. Not the sweet soul we made."

"My blood. The soul I made. You never cared about Nicky, or you would..."

"Agatha Harkness, I have loved two souls in my existence! You are one. The other... The other is still in my realm, safe from pain and harm. I love our son, Agatha, as much as I have always loved you. Please, my love, turn from this illusion. From this lie."

"You... You monster. You took..."

"Only when I had to, my love. Only when our boy, our son, was so tired that his soul could not stand a moment more. I gave you all I could. I would have given you anything."

Agatha felt Nicky's grasp on her hand tighten, felt her mind waver strangely.

"Mama, she hurt me! She took me so I could never see you again! She killed me, Mama!"

A jolt went through Agatha, and she looked back at Nicky... At her son... At...

At whatever this was.

There was a gasp, not of breath, but of reality tearing. Again Agatha turned and saw that Rio had sliced the veil.

"I can offer a moment," Rio said.

"Mama? Mama, when will you come home and see me?"

There he was. Nicholas. Her son.

"Nicky?"

"Mama, I miss you all the time."

"Nicky, I... Oh, sweet boy, I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything. Everything I did. Everything I exposed you to. Everything after you were gone."

"Mama, you were scared. You get scared a lot. It's not a bad thing. Scared makes you pay attention. You told me that once. Maybe you just pay too much attention."

Oh, that was him. That was her boy. Her sweet, sweet boy.

"That's the lie, Mama!" the Nicky behind her cried. "That's not me! I was never like that! I'm your son. I'm just like you; I do what it takes to survive."

"No, Nicky," Agatha said, "you were never like me. Not that way. You... You were more. You were always, always good."

Something snapped, not in Agatha's mind, but at it. Something sharp and cold and heavy that made her physically stumble back away from Rio, from their son on the other side of the veil. She felt the hand if what she perceived as her child latch tight onto her wrist.

"Come on, Mama," it said, and she could hear how its voice was a cruel parody of Nicky's.

"Agatha, let it go!" Billy shouted, and he was close by, so close by, kneeling over Tommy, but he seemed leagues away.

With all of her strength, Agatha sent a pulse of power down her arm, just enough to knock away the grip of the child-thing, the creature.

The Darkhold.

She felt laughter bubble up from her throat and she fell forward onto her knees, shaking not so much from the laughter as from the utter lack of surprise. Of course. Of course she had lost control again. That was how she was, after all. Uncontrolled. Wrong. Bad. Evil, straight from the womb.

"You're not evil, Mama."

Nicky. Her Nicky. Her baby. He was right there, still right there, but oh, that tear in the veil was closing so fast.

"Our son is right, Agatha. You're many things, but you're not evil."

Looking up at Rio, Agatha smirked.

"Aren't I?"

"Not quite, my love. You're not that thing, at least."

Rio's blade was pointed beyond Agatha, to the place where the Darkhold stood.

"Do you not know how to expel evil, mi corazón?"

Agatha knew hundreds of ways to banish evil, from simple incantations to master workings. She knew many, many ways to do away with darkness.

"I may need a little hand this time, my love," she said.

She slumped, feeling Rio catch her by the shoulders and turn her so that they both faced the Darkhold. It was standing there, looking so like Nicky, so like their son, but its face bore an expression of ancient hatred.

"You think you can stop me? Prevent my dominance over this petty world? You think..."

Curiously, Rio's dagger suddenly sprouted from the Darkhold's neck. Agatha's stomach lurched, her mind straying again to imagine that it was Nicky who had been hurt, Nicky whose hands were scrabbling at his throat, seeking to pull the blade free. A moment later she was back to herself, back in the moment, and she raised her hand.

"No one needs you," she said, feeling strength flow into her and unleashing a wave of power that knocked the Darkhold back.

When it hit the pavement, it was a book again, much like it had been once when she had first taken possession of it. Of course, this copy had Rio's dagger jammed through it.

Rio eased her down, left her lying there on the pavement a moment, walking over and grabbing the Darkhold, wrenching the blade free and then vanishing. Agatha pushed herself up, shook her head, and saw Billy and Tommy nearby.

"Boys, are you..."

"We're fine," Billy said, his voice with a sharp edge that she was unused to from him.

Struggling to her feet, Agatha tried to think, and then tried not to think, of the things she had done under while once more under the influence of the Darkhold. The pain she had unleashed. It was probably pretty on par with most of what she had done down the centuries, but now...

"Tommy, Billy, I'm sorry. I... Wasn't myself."

"You were, actually," Billy said, "but just your worst self."

He was still looking at her with eyes full of betrayal as he helped Tommy up and they walked away from her. Agatha closed her eyes a moment.

"You know, getting away from it all for a while is great for mental relaxation and recovery."

When Agatha opened her eyes, Rio was right in front of her.

"You know some good little getaway spot?" the witch asked Death.

"Baby, I know 'em all. But right now, if you're interested, I'm thinking a secluded little woodland cottage. Simple, quiet, and cheap since no one's lived there since, oh, 1750."

Chuckling, Agatha shrugged.

"Sounds cozy. But before we head off, the Darkhold..."

"Threw it in a black hole. It's now cosmic spaghetti."

When Rio offered her hand, Agatha took it.

"Like old times, huh?"

Death smiled.

"Yeah. Like old times."

Other characters touch the Darkhold and their life turns to shit

Meanwhile Agatha takes it, uses it, plays with it and is fine and unbothered. And it’s all to get away from her baby mama

Honestly what is there to be afraid of when you can get Death to bend the rules of nature for you

Agatha Harkness, the woman you are

[skenpiel]

if i had a dream it would be to live like the big baby in spirited away

[freakystrashdump]

🔮The Oracle Bakery🔮

Emperor Belos|Phillip Wittebane/OC

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, Belos is a content warning by himself

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Chapter 11: Glowing reviews

It was around midday when an unexpected visitor came to the bakery, way past the morning rush and still not quite the lunch one. So the bakery was, for the most part, vacant of customers, Selena and Pip relaxing behind the counter, Katya having taken a day off for 'mentorship reasons', as she put it.

"Welcome to the Oracle- oh!" Selena gasped, eyes lighting up "It's you, the human girl! Hello, welcome to my bakery!"

It was indeed Luz Noceda, the human who was under Eda's care. A bright smile on her face and mischief in her eyes, the girl sauntered over to the counter, leaning against it "Ahyup! Tis I, Luz, the human! Gawk at my radiance!"

Selena laughed and clapped her hands together in delight "Truly your radiance is blinding, Luz the Human!" She giggled enthusiastically "How may I be of service today?"

"Weeeell~" Luz's grin stretched even wider, the girl pulling out a paper snail and stretching it out theatrically "I heard this is the only place on the Boiling Isles that sells human food, and mama, I am starving !"

"Oh wow, look at little miss Big Money." Selena whistled "I thought Eda couldn't keep the stand running, where'd you get all those snails?"

"Eda and I were gifted copious amounts of selkigris after we heroically saved a Selkidomus and their baby from certain death!" Luz boasted, puffing out her chest.

The older witch made an impressed 'wow' as she looked over the stock of human pastries she had left "Oh wow, selkigris? You two are lucky , that stuff is worth a fortune down at the night market!" She cleared her throat "Not that I would know anything about such illegal things."

"Oh, of course not!"

"Of course not."

The two looked at each other, before bursting into harmonious giggles.

"So, Luz the heroic human, it would seem you are in luck today!" Selena announced proudly "I've been testing out a new recipe for my…unsavoury side gig in the palace, and I have a bunch of new stuff for you as well." She gave Luz a cat-like grin "You get to be my guinea pig before I make the final batch for our annoying ruler of the isles!"

Luz made a grimace at that, hissing out through her teeth as if hit "Oof, yeowch. Don't tell me you work for the Emperor."

"Unfortunately." Selena let out dryly, piling up as many baked goods as she could inside one of the pretty boxes "I got manhandled into being his personal pastry dealer a little bit after the…" she cleared her throat "...well, actually, it was on the morning after the conformatorium incident, now that I think about it." She placed the box on the counter with much gusto "I deliver to the palace up to three times a week. He really likes the exotic novelty of 'authentic human food', apparently." Her face soured as she explained herself to Luz "Anyway, there is a bright side to this!"

Luz scoffed "How can working for an evil tyrant have any bright sides?"

"Jeez, you sound just like my mother." The baker deadpanned "But the bright side is, since these are the test batches, you can have all of this-" she gestured to the overfilled pastry box "-for half the price!"

"Bright side begrudgingly accepted!" Luz squealed, pulling the box closer to her and instantly stuffing her mouth like a little gremlin. "Oh my god…" she sputtered through a full mouth "Ooooh my god…" with some struggling, she finally managed to swallow the abundance of food that narrowly fit inside her mouth "This…this is sooooo good~" she sighed dreamily.

Selena laughed "Well if I got the local human's approval, that means I'm doing something good." She noted excitedly "Does it pass your rigorous taste test?"

"It's so good! Like something super familiar, but with a hiiiint of demon realm twang. " She gave her honest review "As the only human of the Isles, I rate you a 10/10 on the human-accurate scale!"

"What an honour! I'll have to put that on a nice plaque!"

Instead of leaving with her hard earned (and discounted) loot, Luz decided to stay, perching herself up on one of the chairs at first, her delicious treasure on the table in front of her, just talking away with the baker. And Selena welcomed the company, feeling giddy at how casual talking to a human would be - truly they were alike, humans and witches, just like she always knew they would be! What a dream come true, and she was more than happy to answer any weird questions about humans Selena had floating around in her head. And Luz enjoyed the attention, as it brought back the feeling of when she first arrived to the Demon Realms, when everything was magical and new and people were curious about her, and there were no evil emperors and or Days of Unity threatening all of the human realm and everything she loved.

And the pastries made her even a little bit homesick, too. But she swallowed that feeling down just as she swallowed those delicious croissants.

"And he's soooo annoying, ugh." Luz blew a raspberry in annoyance. By this point, she had moved from the chair to the sofa in the corner, lounging lazily with her hoodie pulled over her head as she vented "Look at me, I'm the Golden Guard, I'm sooo cool and mysterious with my stupid mask!"

Selena laughed "Yeah, that sounds about right. He is quite full of himself, isn't he?"

Luz blew out more air "Oh yeah, you go to the palace, I forgot." She muttered mostly to herself "So you've met him? Is he always like that?!"

Selena hummed in thought, the story Luz just told her about how the Selkidomus rescue came to be fresh in her mind "Oh, I have. And he is." She poured a fresh cup of tea for Luz and a mug of coffee for herself, placing both on a neat little tray. Making sure to give a sleepy Pip a little pet on the way, she left the counter and carried the tray over to where the human was, placing it on the table for her to take "But he's easy enough to deal with, found out recently he's surprisingly fast to fluster, just by being nice to him."

"Pff, boys. So, so easy." Luz snorted "If he attempts to mess with me again, I'm gonna be the friendliest opponent he's ever come across!"

"That's the spirit, Luz! Kill him with kindness!" The oracle agreed with much enthusiasm "And when that doesn't work, blow him clear off of a building! Kid could use some humbling."

"Ye-ye-ye- yeah ! Violence!"

"He's the one who got me stuck with the palace job, you know." Selena clacked her tongue, lounging dramatically in the worn out wicker chair "My devious bribe -so he'd stop badgering my shop with his bad vibes- backfired horribly once he decided he'd do the noble thing and share the bribe around. And just my luck, the Emperor has a sweet tooth for human food." Shoulders dropping, she sighed "Well, I guess if there is a lesson to learn from this, it's not to bribe government officials." She spoke solemnly, "Nothing good comes of it."

"Weeeell, at least I got all of this half-off!" The younger girl gestured to the food "Luz comes up on top once again!"

A small chuckle escaped Selena, finding Luz's enthusiasm contagious. "If someone has to profit off of my misery, I'm glad it's the coolest human of the Boiling Isles."

"Ah, you're just saying that because I'm the only human of the Boiling Isles." Luz chided her somewhat smugly, finger guns pointed at her direction. Selena just gave a smug grin back, firing back with her own (albeit single) finger gun. "But it is kinda cool, when you think about it!" Luz continued on "You're like a spy on the inside, playing the beautiful and mysterious double agent. Like how Hecate played the double agent after she turned to the side of good and joined with Azura!"

Selena smiled through tightly shut lips, pretending she knew what the girl was talking about. She really hadn't kept up with modern novels, so she had no idea what book the girl could be referencing. Maybe it was a human book? Oh titan, is this what it's like being old? She used to know all the cool books the kids were into back in the day.

"Well I'm not so sure about being a real cool spy . I'm not cool." She let out awkwardly "And it's not like he's out there discussing his plans for the day of Unity with the local baker…"

Luz was on her feet in seconds, playing out the scenario she narrated with much gusto "Ah, but that's where the mysterious and beautiful part comes in!" She dramatically announced "For the Emperor is but a man , and every man in the end is ruled by their heart ." Selena frowned when Luz propped one leg up on the table, making a mental note to clean there "A woman of your beauty is sure to ensnare even the most iron of wills and loosen their lips!"

The Oracle felt heat rush up in to her cheeks and the tip of her ears "...I am…incredibly flattered, but I do not think-"

"Imagine!" Luz cut her off "A beautiful maiden, preparing the food of a mystical, far away realm! Word of her prowess reaches even the evil emperor of the Kingdom, who takes interest in such an exotic, unheard delight!" She narrated so earnestly and passionately, much to Selena's embarrassment "And every day the evil emperor sees her, he grows fonder of the maiden, an enigma, whose eyes enchant him! Eyes he sees in his mind, eyes that keep him awake at night-"

"Luz…"

"And suddenly the Emperor was only a man, with a taste of sweet delights upon his lips-"

Selena groaned and hid her blushing face behind her hands "Oh my titan, Luz… "

"Oh, but alas, she turns out to be working for the rebellion, a woman on the inside, and he fell right for her trap! But he can't stand it, the thought of her being his enemy, the thought of being away from her, it drives him mad , so the evil emperor changes his ways for the maiden of mystery and-

"-and we all wake up from that lovely little dream." Selena finally cut off her tirade. The annoyance in her voice was enough to catch the human off guard, making her stop mid-sentence. Frozen with her fist in the air, she looked like a passionate bard in the middle of a poem. "It's not that I think that wouldn't be a lovely thing - a man like Emperor Belos changing, but men like him do not change, Luz." She said in the kindest voice she could muster "Not for mysterious maidens of unimaginable beauty - which I am not by the way - not for anyone."

She couldn't explain the twinge in her chest when she said that. The oracle attributed it to her so callously denouncing Luz's compliments. 

"Men like him are so set in their ways they would rather drag the whole world with them than to admit they were ever wrong."

Luz's shoulders fell and she slumped back down into her seat, arms crossed "I guess that's another thing the human and demon realm have in common, huh?" She muttered.

Selena sighed "Old men in positions of power they always seem to abuse? Afraid so, kiddo."

~*~*~*~

And suddenly the emperor was only a man…

"Are you alright, Selena?"

The woman in question jerked at the mention of her name, looking up at Belos who called for her in a somewhat worried tone. One more morning spent at the palace, persuaded to spend time with the Emperor, this time with the promise of tea. Awkward as it was, seeing as she was the only one drinking it, Emperor Belos unable to do so on account of his mask.

She felt like a beast at the zoo.

"Ah, I'm fine, I'm fine!" She quickly waved in response "Just a bit spacey, that's all."

The tea was hot when she came to the drawing room, forcing her to sit and wait for it to cool, thus spending more time at the palace. The only saving grace was when she first arrived, Emperor Belos wasn't there yet - he had some affairs to take care of before he could greet her, and he apologised first thing as soon as he arrived. Being forced to accept the tea made her realise she never did see him eat any of the food she brought. Which was weird to think about.

Luz's words echoed in her head once more as she wondered what he looked like under that mask. Only a man, what a concept, so alien to think of the Emperor as just that.

"You know, I got some… glowing reviews recently, and it left me wondering - have you been enjoying the new recipes, Emperor Belos?" Selena asked, holding the saucer steady as she brought the teacup to her lips. Not that she didn’t like tea; quite the contrary! But this early in the morning, a cup of coffee would have suited her much more.

"Each and every one has been an absolute delight." Belos didn't hesitate to shower her with praise "They are the closest I have felt to the human realm in a long, long time. They sate my longing for the realm I visited so many years ago, if just for the few short moments until my meal is done."

Humming into the tea, Selena placed the cup back on the saucer "I'm so glad to hear that." She smiled, and it was an honest one this time. After all, who doesn't like hearing praise, even if it were from him "I've been worried about how accurate my human baking was for a long time, but now, ever since you gave me the journal with your first hand experiences, I've never been more confident."

"Always glad to be of help to a rising artisan such as yourself." He said, and Selena felt the blush rise up her neck.

She broke into a nervous giggle "Ahah, I wouldn't call myself an artisan, now, that's excessive!"  Hiding behind the teacup, she continued "I should get a review from the Golden Guard as well, all of this would look great on a nice wooden plaque in the store window."

A pause "Oh, the Golden Guard?"

There was a sudden scratching sound, too soft for most to hear, but one that Selena recognized too well, one she was attuned to over the years. The fact that the little critters were somehow supernaturally bound to her because of her divination abilities is probably why she could sense them as they seemed to always to call out for her. Her eyes glanced quickly to the window, and saw a moth outside, the size of her fist, bumping against the glass. She knew a warning when she saw one, and realised she may have misspoke. She had no choice, however, but to carry on and try to defuse whatever wrong thing she may have said.

"Mm. I've been giving him some sweets on the side lately. Titan knows he could use the fuel now that he's head of the Emperor's Coven."

There was a low hum coming from the Emperor as he stared her down "I do not remember approving of this, has Hunter asked you to deliver to him?"

Oh, he used his name. That probably wasn't good, the oracle thought, the Emperor rarely lets personal things like that escape him. The Golden Guard was always his title when he spoke of him, and to let out his name so haphazardly must have meant she should have kept her mouth shut.

More scratches. Another glance - there were now four moths at the window.

"Oh, no no, it's my own good will." She tried to rectify the situation "I just have a soft spot for kids; I thought he would appreciate the gesture, he always looks so high-strung!." Putting her hands defensively in front of her she continued "You don't have to worry about the charge, it's a treat on my end!" Goodness gracious, she could hear his jaw clench. She really messed up, hadn't she. And inadvertently, she worried that Hunter might suffer for it. Darius was right, that kid really needed someone to give him support if his own uncle was like this.

"I appreciate your…charity-"

"It's not charity." She quickly quipped, cheerfully as she could. 

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

"What ever you call it, Hunter has no need for sweets and trites, such an indulgence is a distraction."

Selena couldn't stop her jaw from dropping "I am sure a teenager won't be harmed by some pastries, Emperor Belos." the bewildered laugh that she made came out on its own, just shocked so much by the Emperor's words. What a bizarre thing to get worked up over, just because she was giving his nephew sweets on the side? She couldn't take him seriously!

"And I am sure you can do what you are told." The harshness in his voice was one she hadn't heard from him till now, and it made her body freeze up in fear. The instinctual urge of 'flight or fight' was one she had to push down, for neither option was viable right now, no matter how much her body screamed at her to do either. "As the Emperor, and more importantly, as his uncle I hold the right to decide what does or does not harm my ward."

The oracle sat in silence, only the irritating sound of the moths calling to her filling her head. "Play the part" she thought "Sweet and subservient." Like a mantra, she repeated it over and over, but it did little to quell her anger. The frown and gritting teeth started warping her face in to obvious irritation, despite herself. Something about that condescending "I am sure you can do what you are told" rubbed her in all the wrong ways.

It was flight or fight, and oh baby, she was fighting .

Feeling no need to explain herself, she stood up and started gathering her things, making sure to put as much aggression as she could behind her movements. "Well if that is how you feel, Emperor, who am I to disagree with your indisputable knowledge , hm?" She looked up with a glare "After all I am just a baker, what do I know." She had started for the door, making sure to stomp her feet as she walked. Behind her, she heard the Emperor get to his feet, protesting her impertinence, so she stopped in her stride and turned back around to face him "Oh I do, however, know - simple baker that I am - that a gentleman of…" she paused, looking him up and down, noting how his entire body tensed "... your age, shouldn't be indulging in my products as often as you do."

She saw him flinch, just barely "I beg your pardon?!"

"Oh I think you've heard me." She stomped her foot and crossed her arms. "At your big age, why, eating so much sugar and breads is incredibly unhealthy." Selena raised an eyebrow up at him "Perhaps I should limit you to only one delivery a week? That is, if I don't decide to cut you off completely after the rudeness you've shown me-"

Belos, even with the mask, pulled the most aghast expression Selena had seen on a man (a feat in itself, seeing how she couldn't even see his expression), and slowly stalked towards her " My rudeness?!" He guffawed "I think you are mistaken, my dear, the only one who has spoken out of place here today has been you ."

"Oh goodness me, I've spoken out of place!" Selena gasped mockingly "Not so hard to do when having a difference of opinion with the Emperor of the Isles instantly means you've done so!"

The loud thud of the Emperor's hand slamming against the door behind her made her bravado falter, suddenly feeling very trapped. The fear and anger made her shiver and the hair on her arms stand up, so she gripped her forearms harder, pushing nails in, to keep herself grounded somehow.

"Watch your tongue, girl ." Belos hissed, and she swore she could hear something… inhuman in his voice. Something growling beneath, threatening.

But it was too late to give up now, wasn't it? A Fortuna never backs down, no matter what.

"No, you watch your attitude, Emperor." Despite how crowded she was, Belos looming over her and caging her against the door, she carried on, pointing an accusing finger to his face "You know my grandmother, you know how us Fortunas feel about being bossed around!" She puffed her chest and squared her shoulders, hands placed defiantly on her hips, all in an attempt to make herself appear bigger "I didn't ask for your permission to give the boy pastries. I am going to continue doing it, and by the Titan if you speak of this to him and try to reprimand him, I will blacklist all deliveries to the entire palace if I have to!"

She felt like a kitten standing up to a lion, the way his eyes glowered down at her.

"Hunter is a child who deserves an indulgence now and then, if not even more so than you, oh mighty ruler of our land, and I intend to continue giving it to him. And if you, as his uncle, cared for him - for his well being - you would be agreeing with me! Frankly, I am appalled you aren't! Now-" she poked his chest with a single accusing finger, still glaring straight into the somewhat visible eyes behind the mask - he was so damn tall, damn it, her neck was starting to hurt "-you can either accept that, and we continue our lovely little arrangement we have going here. Or, you try to tell me what I can and cannot do, and I never deliver human food to you again ."

Selena kept her every muscle taught in an attempt to quell her shivering, the blasted reaction a clear show of how terrified she was. She got cocky, she got very cocky, but she wasn't about to back down now. The sound of wood splintering to her right grated on her nerves, but attempting to look at the damage he caused to the door would be showing weakness, so she kept her eyes trained on him.

The hand he just removed from the door moved and took hold of her accusatory one that was still pressed to his chest, and Selena was once more reminded of how much bigger his hands were in comparison to hers.

"Well, well." Belos tsk'd loudly, bringing her hand along with him as he straightened his back (and forcing Selena to awkwardly step closer, arm raised high above her head) "I never would have expected claws from someone as…domestic as you."

Selena would have felt insulted, if she wasn't too preoccupied by the fact they were literally chest to chest, his face so close to hers that, if it weren't for the mask, she would have felt his breath fan over her. And his eyes, even in shadows, were so…

Blue.

Swallowing down the gasp, she bit down on the inside of her cheek instead. She was close to him before, yes, but every time the blue of his eyes seemed so...overwhelming.

Thankfully, he gave her some space to breathe before continuing his spiel "I am well aware of the stubbornness your bloodline carries, however with how timid you are, I was almost convinced that trait finally skipped a generation. Seems I was mistaken, hmm?"

And stubborn she was, as she looked to the side in defiance. Seeing her do so, Emperor Belos let go of her hand in lieu of tightly gripping her chin, forcing her to look at him. And he held her there, not saying a thing, as she had nowhere else to look but at the gold of the mask, and the blue of his eyes. Much younger than they should have been. Still, she kept up her glare and her pouted lips, not about to let him know how badly he affected her. If it's a stare-down he wanted, then a stare-down she would give him. It lasted for another ten seconds before he spoke again.

"Fine." Belos let out as he released her from his grip "I'll allow you to keep up with your little tokens of kindness." The oracle exhaled a breath of relief, taking this as a win despite how condescending he sounded. "However, if you ever accuse me of being cruel or uncaring towards my ward, I will not be as tolerant of such claims as I am now." He warned

"Have I made myself clear?"

At least the sound of the persistent moths finally stopped. She glanced at the window again, and there were at least ten of them, now tranquil and no longer flying into the glass.

Fingers ran along her wrist, feeling the heat left over from his tight grip earlier and soothing the dull feeling it left behind "Crystal clear." The oracle let out dryly "I promise not to bring it up…" she gave him a pointed look "...Of course, unless you give me reason to." 

A humourless chuckle came from the Emperor "Careful with your attitude." She swore she could hear the smirk in his tone "You're a darling little thing, but you're not that darling that I'll let you continue to run your mouth with such insolence."

Selena strategically chose not to dignify that with a response.

As Emperor Belos dismissed her and turned to walk away, she turned to the door with the intent on leaving as fast as possible, deeming that spending another second in that room was going to drive her insane. And as she did, she could see where his hand was, where she heard the splintering wood, and felt her gut drop. Dented into the wood, as if made by claws, deep and violent, one deep scratch for each of his fingers. Exactly to the right of where her head was, exactly where his hand held her caged.

And suddenly, she wondered, was he only a man?

~*~*~*~

Bonus ending!

[morizoras-cave]

Kid problems (Request)

MCU cast x child!reader, mostly Scarlett Johansson x reader and Mark Ruffalo x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Request Description: Please may I request a mcu cast x child!reader where the kids the daughter of a new female superhero actor (made up) and the cast finds up she’s been verbally/ physically abusive so the kid and confront the lady about it and comfort the kid? You don’t have to if this makes you uncomfortable though!

Warnings: physical and emotional child abuse, language, mean insults, bad mom

(A/N): i thought i wasn’t going to write today but i had a (not so) busy day and i fell asleep for like three hours and now i cant sleep, so here we are! ya’ll i feel like this one kinda sucks but lets not talk about it. not proofread as always

“Stay quiet and be polite, and for God’s sake, don’t be so clumsy like you always are!” your mother spoke roughly, eyes on the road in front of her. “Knocking things over and ruining everything..”

“I won’t,” you mumbled quietly. 

She had recently made her big break as an actor, landing the role as Abigail Brand in the Marvel universe. As far as you understood, she had met her coworkers a few weeks ago and it had went well. 

Now, she was bringing you to meet them, because apparently they had spoken about how it was cool for kids to see a movie set, and your mom had run out of excuses not to bring you.

You were determined to be quiet and polite and to not be clumsy. All you wanted was to please your mother and make her proud. She just always seemed so angry. But that was your fault.

“Alright, we’re here,” your mother sighed. She exited the car and opened your door, practically dragging you out of the vehicle and into the filming area. You didn’t really understand anything or what anything was, so you just stayed quiet and stayed close to your mother, although avoiding touching her. She was always extra violent after you did so.

“M/n! You’re here, and with this little nugget?” a man with a funny beard and cool sunglasses came up to you. He smiled and then crouched down to your level. Your mom laughed awkwardly. “What’s your name?”

“Uh, Y-Y/n.” 

The man smiled at you and you smiled back cautiously, looking to your mom to see if it was okay. She seemed annoyed like always. 

“She’s shy, huh?” the man joked, and got up again. You watched, anxious to mess up. Maybe this time you could finally satisfy your mother and stop being such a useless child.

“Yeah, she is. I try to tell her to be more talkative, but she’s just naturally like this,” your mom smiled warmly at the man. Now you were even more confused. Did she want you to talk more? No, right?

You were introduced to the rest of them. Their names were Robert, Mark, Chris, Chris (again), Jeremy and Scarlett. They were very nice to you. They were very careful and caring, and it made you wish your mom was like that. 

You mostly just watched them work and talk. Eventually you sat down drawing, because you were bored.

“Can I see that?” Scarlett asked, gesturing to the drawing you were working on. You shyly nodded and stopped drawing, putting the crayons down. “Woow, that’s so pretty!” 

You shook your head, “no, it’s not.” Scarlett looked at you in confusion. 

“Why would you say that?” she asked, caressing your arm carefully. 

“My mama says my drawings are bad,” you mumbled. Scarlett looked up at your mom in confusion. Your mom was already dashing over to you, having heard the conversation.

“She means her nana, I call my mom mama and so she calls her mama.. My mom is not very good around kids,” your mom explained away. You furrowed your brows. You didn’t mean nana? You and mama stopped talking to nana long ago. 

Scarlett, who had previously tensed up, relaxed and let out an understanding laugh, “oh! I got worried there for a second!”

Your mom made a strained smile and then looked down at you. She had that glint in her eyes, although her face was friendly, you could tell she was disappointed. You teared up right then and there, so tired of disappointing her.

“Alright, Y/n, let’s go to the bathroom,” she grabbed your small hand roughly, and pulled you away from the nice adults. Tears rolling down your face, as your mom brought you into the women’s bathroom. 

“You little-” she cut herself off, gritting her teeth and checking if there were people in the stalls. There weren’t and she turned back to you with that angry face. 

“How dare you? Can’t you ever just stay quiet like I tell you to? You useless child! You were a mistake!” she hissed. It hurt you so bad, it felt so bad, and your crying worsened as you attempted to stammer out an apology. 

Your mother slapped you across the face. “Stop crying, you nuisance,” she said and indeed you forced yourself to stop crying. You held it in, trembling. 

Meanwhile Scarlett and Mark had been walking past the bathrooms, when they heard the slap. Of course, to them it could’ve been a lot of things. They exchanged glances, and Scarlett had said that she’d check it out. 

She walked quietly into the echoing bathroom, stopping when she heard the sound of angry and aggressive whispers.

“You’re so stupid and useless. You have no talent. Just stay quiet from now on! Shut the fuck up.” 

Scarlett was shocked to hear your mother’s voice. It took a moment for Scarlett to realize who she was talking to, and the thought drew a very real gasp out of her. Now, not giving two shits, she stepped away from the wall to see your mother crouched down in front of you, an almost animalistic expression on her face.

“M/n! How dare you!” was all she could say. Her instant reaction was to simply walk over to you, and get you away from your mother, but as she tried to your mother grabbed your arm. The both of them tugged at you.

“Get away from my baby!” your mom yelled. The commotion drew Mark to enter the bathroom, bewildered at the situation. Your mom and Scarlett both tugging at you, and you in the middle, red face and puffy eyes, conflicted as ever.

“What’s going on here?”

Mark’s sudden presence startled your mother, and in a moment of surprise, she let go and you fell into Scarlett’s grasp. She picked you up in her arms, and just started walking out of the bathroom.

Mark followed, looking between you and your mother. Scarlett didn’t know where she walking, but far from that witch. 

“M/n was- she was saying these horrible things to Y/n. Like, seriously horrible things,” Scarlett said. Meanwhile she rubbed your back and held you close, something that made you feel so nice inside. Your mother never did that. 

“I think what we heard was- Like, a slap?” Scarlett said, and when she met Mark’s eyes, he too had gotten a serious and worried look in them. He turned to you, resting on Scarlett’s chest.

“N/n, uh, did your mom hurt you, by any chance?” he asked and you stirred from your resting place.

“Hurt?”

“Like, hit you in any way?” 

“Mhmm,” your simple hum, like it was the most normal thing in the world, made the two adults’ hearts sink. 

“ScarJo, Ruffalo!” Chris (Hemsworth) greeted, but his cheerful welcome, did nothing to cheer up the two shaken adults. 

“Downey, you gotta call the Russos and tell them to get another Abigail Brand,” Mark instructed, while Scarlett put you down on the couch and then looked down the hallway to see if your mom was running after you. Ominously, she was nowhere to be seen. Scarlett couldn’t decide what was worse: if she had run after you, or the fact that she just left you. 

“What? We’re weeks into filming?” Chris (Evans) exclaimed. Him and Jeremy were sitting by a table behind Robert and the other Chris. 

Scarlett gave them knowing look and pulled up the sleeve of your small, purple sweater. Your tiny arm was littered with bruises, now and old. The others’ eyes widened, and there was a moment of silence where everyone looked at each other in confusion, anger and hurt. 

“I’ll go talk to them,” Downey said, smiling to you softly, before disappearing to somewhere else on set. 

“Where is M/n now?” Chris (Evans) asked. Him and the other two, Jeremy and Chris (the other one), seemed much angrier (not that the others weren’t but perhaps a different type of angry).

“I don’t know, I think she left in the opposite direction,” Scarlett murmured and Mark nodded. Without a word, Chris, Chris and Jeremy stood up and started walking down the hallway to find your mom.

You just watched in confusion mostly, as everyone scattered purposefully. Mark and Scarlett then finally turned to you. 

“Where’s mama?” you asked innocently. The two shook their heads.

“Your mom isn’t good for you..” You furrowed your brows. 

“What do you mean? Does she not want to be with me anymore? Can you tell her I’m trying really hard? I don’t why, but I keep messing up,” you said, your lip trembling. You could cry again. Was your mother leaving you, disappointed in your work at being a good daughter? 

“No, no.. Your mom is the one is that wasn’t good enough for you. Moms shouldn’t hit and yell at their kid like that..” Scarlett sighed, holding your hand comfortingly. 

“Oh..” was all you said. Your mom was fired and the proper authorities were called. You didn’t really know what happened, but somehow your entire day-to-day changed. You started talking to a nice lady, who was trying to explain to you why your mom was bad. You still didn’t understand it, but hopefully you would in the future.  

You were adopted by some very nice old people. The adults from that day stayed in touch with them, and sometimes some of them came over with their kids and you played together. 

The day you met them, changed your entire life, and when you did grow up, and you realized why your mom was ‘bad’, you felt eternally grateful to them, for putting your life on a better course. And you made sure to let them know, when you did meet them every once in a while. They were just happy to see that you were seemingly unscathed by this, and that your mom’s evil actions hadn’t ruined you in any way. You were happy and bright and you could thank it all to them. :)

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[novankenn]

Fall had become winter and once again spring had awaken on the kingdom of Vale. It was a rather unseasonably warm day and the Army of Arc Angels had descended upon the nearest park. It was utter bedlam and chaos. Emerald, the Super Nanny, as the media had nicknamed her for he ability to wrangle two dozen children, all in or near the terrible twos with seamless skill; was in her glory

Pyrrha and Weiss had to step in with their agents and legal teams to make sure Emerald was given her proper royalties for the comic series based on her likeness.

On a bench nearby watching the literal platoon of children he had fathered, sat Jaune Arc. He was happy, and relaxed, even though Pyrrha, Wiess and Ruby were all once again expecting. Not far away Cinder pushed a specially crafted pram. Beside her walked Salem, who Jaune was hoping wasn't a distant relation.

Jaune: I would say it... but something would happen, so I'm just going to enjoy the day.

????: NO! NOT GOING TO LET THIS SLIDE!

Jaune: This doesn't sound good.

Cinder: You stay away from my angels! You're not taking my happiness from me!

????: Your happiness? You Tried to Kill me!

Salem: *Waving for Jaune as she stepped between the two women* Please there are children present.

Jaune: *Approaches, allowing his goofy lovable face swap to his dad means business face.* Mam, I must ask you to step away...

????: NO! This NOT fair!

Jaune: Mam, please. Can we move this... conversation to somewhere more... private? *Jaune waves for Salem to get Cinder's babies over towards Pyrrha and the others* There are children present, can we not... expose the,

????: I...

Jaune: Please. I will go with you and Cinder so you can have a... conversation, but away from the children.

????: Fine.

The scarred dusky-hue skinned brown hair woman walked off. Jaune nodded to Cinder and then motioned for his wives to hold back. So Jaune and Cinder followed the young woman to stop a short distance away.

Jaune: Now...

????: She tried to kill me! She did this *points to her scars* to my face! And SHE gets to have a happy ever after? Where's mine, huh?

Cinder: Amber... I... I'm sorry. I am. I know it doesn't excuse or change anything but I was in a very bad place...

Amber: Damn right it doesn't change anything! Yet here you are a villain, an evil .... *sees some of the children looking their way* witch, and you're rewarded? *starts to sob* A loving family, beautiful children? *Falls to her knees crying* Why? Why? I didn't ask for this... why do I have to suffer?

Cinder: *drops to her knees and wraps her arms about the despondent young woman* It's okay. Let it out. It's okay...

Jaune: I have 28 right now, another 9 on the way... why do I feel like I'm going to be seeing that drama-queen doctor again? *Sees Cinder looking up at him, and sighs. He knows that look, and can see it appearing very soon on his wives' and other baby-mama's faces*

Jaune: If the gods are listening... if this happens... like I know it's going to happen... because you'll for what ever reason... ALLOW it to happen... please not triplets... and maybe a son?

Jaune freezes for a second as images of his childhood being the center of attention for all his sisters flood his mind... and then he multiplies by a factor of 5...

Jaune: No. *Looks up into the sky and clasps his hands in prayer* Forget I said anything about a son!

Cinder assists Amber up onto her shaking feet, before escorting her in to the waiting concerned arms of Pyrrha, Weiss, Ruby, Yang and Blake.

Jaune: In fact PLEASE let there be no more kids! Just let my wives console her and find her her own husband, PLEASE?

Pyrrha: Shout out to the man that made me realize I was bi....

Ruby and Weiss each being held under the crook of her arms...

Pyrrha: AND into polyamory! 💕💕

Ruby: Eh?

Weiss: Huh?

Vanishes into JNPR's dorm room with them...

Pyrrha: 💕💕 Jaune honey! I found our WAIFUs!!! 💕💕

[hunterkinniie]

The Owl House - human rain shower {short piece}

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Amity wasn't sure what she loved more here, the warm and inviting atmosphere of this home or the sweet smiles both Nocedas sent her way. Sitting on the coach as she carefully watched the confusing overly bright and colourful show that played on it. Despite the neon colours, she really enjoyed the plotline of the series so far, she just hoped it wouldn't end with a cliffhanger as it seemed like it was going to. Though she really didn't like the strange portrayal it had of witches and them all being apparently evil and cruel, she wasn't evil! Couldn't say the same about her parents. A loud clap of thunder snatches her focus away from the screen and she jumps out of her seat. Scrambling to get upright, the witch turns her attention to Luz and looks mortified. Rain! They had to cast a spell to protect this home somehow, it was too nice to be eaten away at! Hurry!

" Quick, Luz, we need to protect this place from the rain!" The witch shouts, she starts to focus on the spell she needed to use, expecting her girlfriend to do the same. They simply laughed instead. Not in a mean though, more of a teasing sort of giggle. While, Mrs. Noceda gave her puzzled look at the panick she displayed, she quickly sent her a comforting smile.

" No acid rain in the human realm, remember, Ams?"

Amity grows red in the face. Luz told her once about human rain, how it never burned flesh like the type on the Boiling Isles did. Which was honestly a pretty interesting concept for rain; some sort of non-acidic downpour, now that would seem like a fantasy back home. She made her way to window and peered out of it, taking sight of the storm going on outside. There was no sign of steam or the panick that usually came with Boiling Isles rain. Maybe she could go out and touch it, or would that be a bad thing? Even if it wasn't burning rain that could harm anything that it touched, Amity still had no real idea what the human realms could do. Perhaps she could ask anyways? And like they had read her mind, her beautiful girlfriend came to sweep off her feet.. Well, that didn't exactly happen but she imagined it that way, instead Luz had opened up the front door. Smiling brightly, as usual, and motioning for her to follow her outside. " Wanna come and play in the rain with me?"

The witchs eyes widened at her offer and her face turned red, it was almost like that romantic movie Mrs. Noceda had put on a couple hours ago! Except the main characters love interest had offered them a chance to dance with them after the rain, wait, what if she did the same with Luz? Or would with that be too dangerous, she didn't know what type of creatures that roamed around this realm. What if something bad happened! Oh, come on, get ahold of yourself Amity! Remember what Luz said, the human realm is far less dangerous and way more calming than the Boiling Isles. Luzs mother seems to instinctively realize their plan and calls out to them from kitchen.

" Don't play too long out there girls, it's going to turn into a pretty cold downpour and get worse! No quiero que ambos se enferma! Especially Amity!"

" It's fiiine, mama! We'll be fiine!" Luz reassures their mother, drawing out the words she says and quickly leads Amity to the porch steps before the witch comes to a stop. She pulls her arms close to her chest and gives the rain a suspicious stare. Her girlfriend takes notice and holds. " Don't worry, Ams, the rain won't a bit.. See?"

Luz takes the chance to run into the rain and twirl around in the concrete sidewalk, right... Only to slip up from the water and land right on her face, but it didn't seem to bother her any despite the grass stuck to her face now, it was more like a momentary inconvenience to her. She leaps right back to her feet, doing a cute a little pose afterwards and pointing their hands towards her. Amity heard her call that hand gesture "finger guns" once. It was kind of cute if she was being honest, she considered trying it out one day herself.

" I am a-okay!"

That makes Amity laugh softly and cause her girlfriend to blush in return. The witch takes a deep breath and begins to cautiously make her way down the porch steps.. She sticks a hand closer to the pouring rain, squeezing her eyes shut, and then.. She feels the odd sensation of luke warm water pelt away at her hand. Amitys eyes snap open and she looks amazed, she steps forward into the rain and grins, excited by this. Luz extends a hand and she takes, picking off the pieces of grass her girlfriend had on their face as she did.

" Is it always like this?" Amity questions, her girlfriend shakes her head in response.

" Pffft, I wish it was! But no, sometimes it doesn't rain and sometimes it rains even more than this, sometimes it's super cold! Sometimes it's.. Well, I don't think I've heard of hot rain in the human realm soo.. It really just depends on the humidity and stuff!"

Luz grins, all too happy to start explaining the different types of rain and how it was in the human realm. One thing Amity loved about them. Always so passionate when discussing the things she loved and knew a lot about.

" I like it." The witch holds out her hands, catching the falling water and showing it off to Luz who quickly began to do the same. Luz gains a rather playful look on her face, right as she tosses up a handful of water and it splashes down on the two of them. Causing both witches start to giggling like mad. " Ah, come on, Luz!"

" I really like the rain too, now let's go, I got something else to show you about human rain!" Her girlfriend smiles, grabbing ahold of her hand gently and leading her down the sidewalk.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

A Witcher's Pack Chapter One

Masterlist

Chapter Two

Warning: Adult situations +18 SMUT, Breeding Kink, A/B/O

A/n This is the brainchild of me and @havenoffandoms who helped me a lot with suggestions that I hadn't even thought of xx this will be a short chaptered fic hope you enjoy

Geralt finds his omega and Jaskier helps.

A Witcher's Pack Chapter One

You sighed watching the younger children running playing, weaving in and out of the sparse stalls in the village market. You sighed wistfully as they played chase, not a care in to world. You was jealous. You had that at some point, a reason to laugh, smile and play. You hand tightened on the basket as you were spotted by one of the mothers she was glaring at you. A beta. Most people here were betas there was only two alphas in the village. One an old waif of a man long past his prime and the other a young teen who had only just presented now that puberty had hit him and it had hit him like a brick wall, you smirked as you recalled the mouthy little shits wails as his senses were overloaded and had caused him to erupted in the most unsightly of ways.

You smiled as you remember him kicking, screaming and groaning, how he could be an alpha was beyond you ,he was a well known mamas boy even now at eighteen he hid behind her skirts. Your bet was on black magic Alphas presented at puberty he was eighteen summers old. But of course his presentation was a good omen and there was a celebration over it. You sneered 'yes it was fine for them'. You hissed in your mind as you strode across the market picking up vegetables for the week. Quickly taking your share you turned leaving the market without a second glance heading through the gates, the village didn't need a wall but apparently you was a threat. you almost felt honored they had been so wary of you they built a wall to keep you out. How thoughtful. You quickly walked to the old granary shack it was tiny but you'd been condemned to on the outside of the village. We wouldn't want the omega to seduce the villagers with her evil sinful ways now would we?.

You cringed remembering that day. You was eleven. Playing with the other children much like the ones in the market today and you began to feel unwell. The bakers son sven who you was sweet on, walked you home. That night you got the shivers your mother tried to help but the fever persisted and got progressively worse. By dawn you was moved to the healers cottage. You remembered how every breath was agony, the air was freezing in your heated lungs you truly thought you was dying as each breath was a struggle. Sitting by the fire you could still feel the pain, reliving it your bones ached and your head felt fuzzy then it happened it felt like you had been drowning your whole life everything muted and suddenly you was above the water hearing, smelling, seeing for the very first time. Terrified the village was convinced at first it was a curse, or maybe they hoped it was. You never really found out all you knew was that after the awakening came the cramps and your first bleed. The pain that sealed your fate was agonizing and nothing soothed it. You was an omega, it was a daunting realization. Omegas are a commodity around these parts either sold to an alpha to produce more alphas or sent to whore houses, but our village didn't have either and you had presented young a whore house probably wouldn't pay much, you didn't have tits yet.

The next option was killing you, an honor killing they said before you could disgrace your family with your depraved instincts. Your mother was against it, she was torn an omega was a bad omen believed to only present just before a disaster that would kill many the thought being the omega would repopulate and replace those lost and on the other hand you was her little girl, her youngest, miracle child who was born without breath yet somehow managed a cry after being declared dead. So at her insistence you was banished from the village, you could enter for commerce but nothing else, they couldn't risk you tainting them anymore then you had. you cringed as a cold wind swept through the shack planks were missing from the side and your hearth consisted of a small pit in the center of the space with rocks haphazardly strewn in a circle to try and avoid the place burning to the ground, a rug was your bed with a thread bare blanket for comfort. you survived on vegetables and berries, no one in town would sell you weapons for hunting they refused to waste the meat on you that was for there own.

Not you.

Luckily you had managed to dig through the soil with your hands and plant some of the seeds you had carefully picked from the food you was allowed to have.  you watched as the sun began to fall below the walls casting a red glow above them. You wanted them to burn. It may be bad but you didnt care. Three days was all it took for you to become an animal to them. A child they had watched grow and flourish, was cast out without a second thought. You sighed poking at the fire adding a some tinder and curled up before the fire trying to preserve as much body heat as you could.

"Geralt are you sure this is the place? it looks to- well its not exactly high brow is it? i though witches like fancy places not back water villages" for once Jaskier wasn't spouting nonsense.

Geralt sighed looking up to the sky. it'd be snowing soon, he really should turn around and make his way back to Kaer Morhen for the winter. He glanced down from roach at the bard who was still trailing behind him. he found himself doing that more and more recently, checking the beta making sure he was still there. looking forward again as he contemplated what exactly that meant, witchers didn't have packs. Or at least they weren't supposed to but Geralt had found himself classing Jaskier as pack and now couldn't help but look out for the weaker male wanting him to remain close. he shook his head irritated tho he was a witcher he was also an alpha and that was something the mutations couldn't take. But it wasn't all bad he summarized, he didn't endure ruts and didn't fall prey to heats like other alphas that's not to say he didn't find omegas appealing, they were a good fuck responsive and fed his ego, called him alpha and let him do as he pleased well until they realized he couldn't knot them then things changed very quickly. They went from wanton bitches to spitting hellcats so fast that even he couldn't keep up. He glanced forward sitting straighter seeing their destination peak over the long stretch of tundra.

A village that had rumors off a witch casting dark magic across the village or that's what he had been told when he was asked to come, normally witches struck places that held valuable artifacts or rarities. The meager defenses of wooden stake walls and simple slat gate that he could probably scale with roach didn't suggest there was anything here of value.

"I'm sure bard, lets get this over. Its probably just a widow and nasty break out of fever" he grunted already thinking this as a waste. But the coin was good and if it meant he just had to place some protection runes to give them piece of mind he'd be a fool to pass it up. He began feeling funny as he closed in on the village noticing something off as small barely standing shack sat outside of the makeshift walls. A scent it was pleasant, very pleasant it didn't burn his nose like most did now. Rosemary, mint and something else he couldn't put a name to. It wasn't thick like most. Many scents felt thick and muggy to Geralt's witcher senses but this was free and wafting. He took a deep breath enjoying the scent more and more as he approached the shack wary it was different, too different from anything he had ever smelt ,even Jaskier seem to be inhaling deeper.

"What is that? oh it smells divine" he said without thinking the bard followed the scent. Geralt swore getting down from roach following the beta that was probably about to be caught up in some form of trouble. They both followed the scent until arriving at the door to the shack. He peered in. His heart stopped as the scent washed over him making him growl low. he took a dominant pose squaring his shoulders. Omega. But what the fuck was she doing out here?! she should be inside the walls not sleeping out her almost freezing to death!. He wasn't sure just where this immediate protectiveness came from but he was ready to slit the throats of who ever had allowed or forced the young female out here.

"Oh an omega." Jaskier said sadly almost sympathetically, he wasn't angry . Why wasn't he angry?. He should be omegas were rare. Rarer now then ever as attitudes had changed. But that was just it attitudes had changed. Omegas were no longer cherished as they should be, as they had been when Geralt was younger. the reality was that She was most likely abandoned. Geralt felt his rage shaking him to the core as he peered over the tiny malnourished omega she shivered in her sleep pulling her knees to her chest. His gaze took in the room. This was not a nest. No comforts for her, Nothing soft for her to sink into. Nothing to defend herself in her heats. Not even a proper fucking hearth. 'I will make her a nest. She will be safe'. He was disturbed by just how his thoughts turned he had never had this reaction to an omega before even when they were in the depths of heat pining fora male.  Jaskier moved to her side about to stroke her face. With no control over it Geralt snarled and snapped at him fangs dropping.

"No!! OFF!MINE!" Jaskier slipped back nearly toppling over unprepared for the out burst as Geralt lunged forward at him. His .His omega. He heaved deep breaths watching Jaskier with predatory eyes. He was challenging him for the female. Jaskier shaking and completely frazzled only just managed to present his throat to the feral witcher, surrendering to his alpha. That seemed to pacify him as Geralt swung his cloak off draping it across the female smiling as she snuggled into it and her shivers ceased. he sat down heavy beside her casting axi on the dying fire bring new life and a burst of heat. after a few moments Jaskier slowly made his way to him and sat cautiously.  

"G-Geralt what was that? is- you called her yours... I thought witchers didn't you know?" he was hesitant with his question. Geralt cast him a fleeting glance.

"We don't... Well not normally... Honestly we aren't taught about it just told that we are impotent and wont have ruts... But I suppose it could be like all mutations, they are all expected to do certain things but all mutations have varying results and mine are different anyway." he looked down at the content female by his side. His omega. Thats what his lesser had called her. And it wasn't a lack of judgment either. Once the words left him it had clicked , A soulmate just for him, A scent tailored to for him. That would be why she didn't smell like any other. A mate. A pack. He lifted a finger to her slowly running a knuckle across her slim cheek. She would never go hungry or cold again. Now that he found her he wouldn't let her go.

"Bed down for the night we will talk to the master of the village tomorrow." Jaskier nodded uneasy going to roach to retrieve the bed rolls.

You whimpered coming to you was warm. Oh my god yes. You groaned melting into the warmth that encased you feeling a large heavy fabric like a huge warm hug. And the fire before you was roaring hot on your face and the scent of meat filled the space. You wiggled a little pressing your face into the hot firm cushion below , must be a dream. You flinched as other scents followed two. Male. Both intoxicating one of herbs and something tangy and addictive the other was musky and sandalwood-no oak like an aged whisky barrel deep masculine and alpha. You tensed as you came to then frowned warm? no that's not right and the fire? that dies every night something was seriously wrong, you squeezed your eyes tight whimpering dreading opening your eyes in case you found yourself sold to a whore house. You fears grew when you felt a huge hand scratch your scalp lightly

"sshh its ok don't worry I've got you now" you opened your eyes there was a male in front of you sleeping soundly on a bed roll he was a beta you- you just knew soft kind features he looked healthy and you bet he had a glow when awake he was resting peacefully. So the one stroking your hair must have been the alpha. You gulped taking in your surroundings you was in your home still. They had broke in. You shivered getting hot ,sweat beaded across you as the scents swirled around you in a delicious overwhelming mix. Effecting you like a sorceress potion. You panted panicking lifting your hands to the hand in your hair pulling expecting resistance but instead he let you remove his hand.

He sighed shushing you again a deep voice that vibrated through you. A large warm hand landed on your shoulder rolling you to your back. It was then you realized that he was sitting cross legged you'd been using his thigh as a pillow. You looked up gasping as you met two amber irises long silver hair fell framing his angular face slight stubble donned his face making him even more handsome. You wanted to panic. Should have panicked but you instead had this overwhelming urge to bury yourself into his chest. To drink in as much of his scent as you could. You whined crying softly as the heat that had begun to race through your body became a scorching fire. Torrents of boiling and uncontrollable lust flooded your body leaking onto your skirts. This mus be it. The disgusting shameful desires of omegas you was spat at for. You'd had heats but never this way. It was coming fast and merciless, you watched as the alphas nostrils flared  he released a slow breath.

"No wh-what hahahah i cant - What have you done!?" you panicked as your body was bending to his will and you didnt understand why. had the village done this? sent him to seduce you? or have they done what they always threatened and sold you to an alpha?. you cried out thrashing hitting him.

"no wh-what hahahah I cant Wha-what have you done!?" you panicked as your body was bending to his will and you didn't understand why. Had the village done this? sent him to seduce you? or have they done what they always threatened and sold you to an alpha?. You cried out thrashing hitting him.

He wouldn't allow you of his lap instead lifting you into it. Your bottom on the floor knees bent over one leg back resting on the other.

"Its ok.....Its ok omega... I'm your mate, your true alpha your body is responding  it want's to mate... wants to bond" your cries must have woke the other male as you both looked to a new voice.

"Ge-GERALT! What are you doing to the poor thing?!?" he called moving to remove you from him. The alpha, Grealt growled as he went to touch you.

"Fuck off Jaskier I'm trying to help her, I've sent her into a proper heat!" Jaskier stopped scenting the air before going pink embarrassed.

"Well she looks terrified! you should explain to her, i doubt they teach omegas here especially considering she is out here not in there" Jaskier gave a small smile.

"Do you know what you are love? Whats happening?" you nodded then shook your head sobbing yelping as another cramp, worse this time longer tighter and lower.

"I'm a harlot, bad" was all you could get out as you fell into your more basic state not capable of coherent thought. Geralt growled at that then crowded you holding you close wanting to sooth you.

"No...No your not bad.... Your good such a goood girl... It hurts I can make it stop...Please let me make it stop it will keep getting worse until I do please..." he kissed your face cradling you into him his need to help his mate was almost to much but he would not touch you if you refused him. Unlike other males he did not use instincts as an excuse for such things. Jaskier watched unsure of what to do, he didn't doubt his alpha for a second but this female was young uninformed she was fragile and frightened and he suspected that she didn't know much about what she was or what was to come. She cried grasping at Geralt

"H-how?... I-help please make it stop its bad..... Really bad" you pleaded weakly with him. unable to move as your body quivered in pain as it felt like one continuous cramp. The alpha called his beta over ordering him to help rid of her clothes, he would stay and help. Jaskier gaped, alpha's generally didn't let anyone else near omegas in heat but it would seem his alpha was different on many levels. Quickly recovering you felt hands pulling and tugging the sticky dress from your body discarding it quickly you created as your slick made your cooled your heated skin you felt dirty, shameful. Wailing trying to cover yourself from them as Geralt quickly striped himself cock relieved as it sprung up tall and proud. He wont waste time pushing Jaskier before her as he moved her into position she was to far gone to try and protest as she was bent over on hands and knees then GeraLt pressed between her shoulders angling her for him. He wont bite not today. No he would get her threw this and then when she was back down to earth he would talk to her. Or at least that is the plan.

"Jaskier help her stay calm and still." he ground out watching with bright eyes as Jaskier crouched by you head letting you reach out to him clutching as his hands scared not sure what was happening as Geralt poised himself then quickly drove forward sheathing enough to quickly break threw the barrier that he knew was just inside wanting it out of the way as soon as possible.

"AAAHH! NO I-STOP!" you scrambled tying to dislodge him constricting your walls to push him out whimpering as he held firm holding the same position, his hot calloused hands cupped your waist holding you still not allowing you to move an inch from him when you bucked forward and he followed. You leaned so far that your knee slipped and Geralt had to catch it before you fell ripping him out of you. He growled

"Jaskier fucking help her!" he grunted still tucking his chin to his chest trying desperately to refrain from moving for your sake the worst was over. The beta quickly cupped your face wiping the tears away reassuring your quaking form.

"shh shh its ok the worst is over now... good girl I know he's a grump isn't he but its fine...... so good" he winced as you cried pitifully he knew you would be soothed in a moment but it was gut wrenching for him to endure try and temper your cries. Slowly Geralt began pushing forward dragging you back on him impaling you as gently as he could. You keened as you stretched to accommodate his lust, so full and taught almost felt as if you was tearing apart at the seams. Grunting lightly as your passage rippled across him he groaned moving a hand across your back rubbing soothingly.

"Yes that's it relax...... OH FUCK.. Yes that's it so precious..... See it feels better now doesn't it? all that fuss you made" you tried nodding it did feel better almost as if you'd applied a healing balm to your insides. You moaned digging your nails into Jaskier's hands. panting as Geralt's hips finally pressed into yours his balls resting on your little bud making you squeak and try to rub back against him trying to grind up into the light taps they delivered.

"Ha-oh is that it?... You like that?.......All you needed?.... Good girl all there now" his praise made you glow  he rocked slowly , just enough to reward you with soft pats from his balls against your clit. You gasped trying to buck against him.

"AH! Please-Alpha PLease I want!" you panted forcing the words

"Oh I know what you want... you want to be bred like the good little bitch you are" his words were filthy derogatory and perfect, Jaskier watched wide eyed as Geralt placed a hand below you rolling the pad his finger against your erect bud . Gulping Jaskeir closed his eyes, face on the rug beside you drinking in your moans and pants that went straight to his own cock, he moaned softly a hand sneaking to his bottoms cupping and rubbing, smoothing his digits around the engorged flesh. His eyes popped open glazed and hazy as you moved a hand to his crotch slim and dainty holding him through the fabric. You cried out as Geralt withdrew and pushed back forcing your body to give way to him.

"Don't you .....omega you want to be bred? full and round..... your so fucking ready for pups aren't you?" he grunted as his pace quickly escalated as he lost himself faster than he ever had. His own words revealing his own darkest desire. A pup of his own. Watching his mate swell with proof of there coupling. Yes. He closed his eyes relishing in the impossible image. You screeched holding Jaskier's thigh moaning and crying your pleasure all the way. Your walls fought him at every plunge of his hard flesh, resisting his punishing deep thrusts as he kissed at your cervix yet at the same time clutching at him trying to take as much as it could, muscles trying to capture him properly as nature intended but at the same time clenching to push him out. It was cruel and delicious  Jaskier couldn't help it you look to appetizing he leaned down licking into your open mouth coaxing your hand down into his bottoms you clutched him underneath his palm as he began making you stroke him in fast even strokes he groaned loud a beautiful high sound that, to Geralt was much better then his singing. Grunting, Geralt's fingers pried and pinched your clit and flicked the tip of the swollen bud that peaked from between his tight fingers you screamed squeezing Jaskier he faltered as your hand was ripped off him. Geralt was powerless as his fantasy became to much of a temptation making a snap decision, as he saw Jaskier on the floor beside you crying and panting himself trying to fuck into your hand faster and harder.

"Jaskier here now!" Geralt couldn't stop he needed it. Needed to see it, to feel the kick of pups in the telltale bump of his omega. He longed for the soft heart beat's he had heard enviously in the past. He relished in the glow that all omegas had when full with a litter. He wanted that happiness for his omega. He would give that to her one way or another. Jaskier was confused but obey rounding the rutting couple unsteady. He was caught off guard as Geralt pulled him to rest his forehead to his still pulling and pushing into the small wailing female. The alpha kissed him not deep or lewd a chaste kiss and pulled back holding the smaller male's gaze.

"wh-what? I cant do that?" Geralt growled as he felt his end coming trying to fight it until this was sorted.

"YOU! have a cock don't you?!? do it bard SHE needs it!" you moaned not hearing much of anything as you tucked your hands beneath yourself rocking quicker and quicker chasing something needing more.

"PLEAASE! please pleaspleas I-I dont know wha-I need please alpha!!" you brawled scratching and digging at the rug. Jaskier looked between you and his alpha the desperation that you both leaked was to much, he bit his lip then nodded. Relieved Geralt finally let loose roaring his release spraying his useless load into you the force hitting your cervix grunting low as you came at the sensation, howling into the floor below. panting Geralt sat back on his heels grabbing Jaskier by the scruff sitting his ass on his thighs ignoring the bards protests as he shucked his trousers down and gripped his cock using his scruff to raise him into position

"I-I cant do it-ger-GERALT!" he shouted gasping as geralt lined him up with your entrance the witcher thrust his pelvis forward forcing the beta into your quivering heat. You squealed as your sensitive walls caressed a new cock, although not as large it was still an addictive feeling you lowered back down pressing your chest to your makeshift bed pebbled nipples rubbing skimming the rough fabric as they swayed with each rock of your body.

"AH-OOHH! please yesyesyes... please fill me!" you withered below the new male as Geralt was on his knees behind Jaskier still holding the bard by his neck.

"Don't worry love..... You'll be full soon enough...Well you better be..." Geralt threatened as Jaskier took over holding you and rocked into you grunting quietly trying so hard not to think of the alpha watching as his cock disappeared into you. You cried as you felt a familiar hand return to play with your tender clit your body spasmed violently finding a second release with a loud high pitched cry. Geralt held Jaskier up not allowing him the chance to bite a mark into you at the same time he ground his pelvis to the his ass pining him still and deep as your twitching passage milked him with a loud series of grunts he came into you not as powerfully as Geralt but still spurting pleasantly tickling your insides.

"Jaskier deeper- I want her bred" Geralt stated noticing that as the bard finished he had arched removing an inch of so as he did. Sighing as Jaskier was to lost moaning and rocking he rolled his eyes at the beta. Omegas were the best fucks and this was most likely the last time he would fuck you he would want to make the most on of it. Geralt hooked an arm below your hips tugging you back you cried as you was forced still and tight against them. Jaskier still leaking small streams of cum this time you felt it at your true opening wetting and burning as his seed trickled past it. you cried.

"oh-OH fuck its- done yes fuck I-hot its hot" you babbled trying to raise up stopping as you heard a growl

"No stay there let it keep going... Good girl.... I'm so proud.... Cant wait to see you round with them....Fuck yes you'll be so good" Jaskier stayed still awkwardly clamped between the tow of you. Amazingly enough feeling like the third wheel even if it was him pumping you full. geralt slid back patting jaskiers rump

"Stay... I'll be back" then left Jaskier blinked smoothing his hand across your back.

"you ok down there?" you nodded sleepy folding your hands below your head content and ready for sleep. Geralt returned carrying a pack then dragged the bard off you dropping to the floor  legs spread placing you between them his inner thigh against your pussy pressing tight trapping everything inside you leaning you back cradling you he tugged a black shirt of his from the pack sliding it across your arms and buttoning it up. Jaskier sighed pulling up his trousers

"dont bother with them you'll need to give her another load soon." Jaskier sputtered

"I'm sorry? what?"

"Beta or not if your going to breed my omega you'll breed her like an alpha, now drop em" Geralt said seriously as he reached over to the almost forgotton meat tearing small chunks bringing it to your lips. You took the bites happily still lost in your haze.

"I'm sorry Geralt I'm not an alpha I cant just pop one off on demand"

"Not with that attitude you wont, sit eat your going to need it breeding is serious business" the bard was speechless then huffed throwing the trousers to the floor he wasn't going to win so whats the use, taking a seat by you both helping himself to the meat deciding that he should fuel up if this was going to last for a whole heat. Secretly excited about the prospects of the new addition to the small pack and pups.

You sat there thrilled some primal part of you understanding that your alpha was tending to you, Feeding and providing for you and had called the other pack member to eat with you. You took several bites before turning away from his hand. He tutted.

"No you need your strength, come on open up we need you big and strong for the pups." you contemplated the words agreeing as you let him continue to feed you. Jaskier just stared watching Geralt drop all walls for the first time. He looked happy. Truely happy. There was a slight worry for the future but he brushed it away choosing to bask in the glow of the newly formed couple.