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You don’t need to be alone anymore: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader

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Requested by: @midnight-lestrange

Summary: You´re a lonely witch who was never accepted in any coven because everyone was afraid of your dark powers, you got used to live alone for many centuries, but when you meet Agatha in Westview you fall in love with her, you´re scared of getting attached to her so you try to ignore her, but Agatha never gives up.

Words: 7k+

Warnings: Angst but fluff in the end.

Author´s note: Hi, this was a requested story, I do not know if I should tag the people who requested at the time, I want to be respectful, so I am not sure if I should tag them, I will try and do it since it was their request and their idea and if any of the people who requested back at the time now feel uncomfortable being tagged, please let me know and I will delete the tag.

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you like it!

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

Taglist: @midnight-lestrange  @eliscannotdance

Doing everything on your own wasn’t a big deal for you, passing all your life alone had made you stronger, you didn’t need anyone in your life and you were alright by just being on your own.

At least that was what you kept telling yourself at nights when sometimes the only thing that you needed was a hug.

The feeling of a hug someone had gave to you felt so far away, almost like a dream as if it was something unreal, dreaming about the feeling deep down you craved the most.

But then just as the thoughts of needing comfort came to your mind they quickly vanished too.

Now that you were trapped in Westview playing the role Wanda had given to you it wasn’t too hard.

The fact that Wanda had given you the role of a lonely girl living by herself and from time to time having to attend to Dottie’s meetings wasn’t a hard thing to do, it was not far from who you really were, so it was not a big thing to do.

Eastview was a really grey and kind of a sad place to live in, it had been some centuries ago when you arrived to the town, by the time you first stepped in, it wasn’t even called like that, and it was a really good thing that there were no other witches around when you arrived.

Witches were afraid of you because of you dark powers, and not just a few witches, centuries ago you had looked for a safe coven to be part of and at first, they all had accepted you with open arms but just as soon as they saw your powers, they became afraid.

Being the daughter of a witch who had practiced dark magic for most of her life well, you had inherited dark magic as well, you were not sure how that was possible but it had happened and you couldn’t get rid of your magic.

You really didn’t understand why all of the other witches were so afraid, you were not a bad person and you thought that you could help people even if you had dark powers, but your opinion didn’t matter to them, they just wanted you away from them and that hurt a lot.

Going from coven to coven with high hopes that maybe in the next one they would help you control and understand your magic, but none of that happened, no one wanted you near, so you just accepted your faith.

You realized no one would ever be there for you and no one would ever stand up for you, so you decided that you didn’t need someone and that no one would ever hurt you or abandon you again, this time you would ignore everyone.

Two days ago, when Wanda arrived at Eastview you sensed her magic and before you could even understand what was going on, everything changed, your house and your clothing had changed too and, in your mind, there were pictures of a different life you had never had.

You quickly understood what was going on, someone was trying to implant fake memories but your magic was stronger than this new magic, so this didn’t get to you.

Wanda’s magic hadn’t affected your mind but it looked like it had affected all of the inhabitants of what was now called Westview, you found it interesting how this could have been possible? You brushed the thought off maybe it was not so bad.

The clothes were pretty cool and maybe a little change in the town wasn’t so bad, you just had to play along the memories that were supposed to be real and you even got a new name as well as everyone, but you were a bit curious, had the personality of your neighbors changed as well or did it remain the same?

It was kind of late and you wanted to rest, and according to your new memories and the calendar tomorrow you had a meeting at the club so tomorrow you would find what else had changed.

Now you were just waking up and the weather was nice also you will have a meeting with other girls so now you would know what really was going on, feeling quite excited to know what else was new you prepared yourself for the day and after getting everything done and giving a final check at yourself in the mirror you left your house, walking down the street you already knew where you were walking as if there had been always this club and you had attended hundreds of times, yes it was weird but at the same time interesting.

Arriving at the club you noticed that just three women were sitting in the poolside benches but you were sure the others would arrive at any moment, so you just sat at one of the chairs that formed kind of a circle.

One thing you noticed was that the other residents had a dim red light around them, if you put enough attention you would see it around them that’s how you know they were being controlled.

When everybody start to arrive at the chairs you noticed they were walking behind Sarah and they were talking to her as if she was a celebrity, so her role was to be in charge of everything and the other women just followed her, you found this funny, Sarah was usually nice to you but sometimes she could be a little mean to other people but actually she was not that bossy so you didn’t mind, still you wanted to know more.

You were looking at all the other women and how some of them were acting far from how they really were, some of them used to be really nice and now they were just like some kind of mean girls, one of them was really shy when normally she would be making everybody laugh, you were so focused on examining everything that you didn’t notice some sitting right next you.

Now you just learned that Sarah’s new name was Dottie and everyone wanted her validation, even though you found this funny you were not a person who would usually express how you were feeling, it was something you had learnt to cover over the years.

The meeting kept going mostly with Dottie speaking all the time you were really not paying attention until you heard someone at your side

“This might help a little” Your heard someone saying that beside you and when you turned your head to look at the owner of the voice you saw a woman with dark-brown hair showing you what it looked like a small alcohol container, you were trying hard not to laugh but her comment had been really funny, you just looked at her and tried to ignore her quickly putting your attention or at least you tried to, back at Dottie, but what it was interesting is that this woman didn’t have the red tint around herself, also you had never seen her, but you tried to ignore that fact too.

After 10 minutes later you heard the same voice of the pretty woman whispering again

“Really, how is anybody doing this sober?” This time you had to bit your lip not to laugh, she was really funny, but you had to maintain a serious face.

You noticed this woman was eyeing you by the corner of your eye, she was looking at you, she was trying to see any type of reaction at her words, she was interested and just as you notice the red mist around the people, she had noticed the same and she could see that you didn’t have any, and by the time she was entering the club she felt a strong magic coming from the place, it was dark but at the same time she didn’t feel any type of danger coming from this magic.

When she noticed you sitting in the chair, she became aware that the power was coming from you, it was strong, how could Wanda not notice it? Well, she was immersed in her own made up world so it would be hard for her to notice there was something different around this town.

She wanted to catch your attention but you seemed like you were not interested in her at all.

Finally when the meeting finished you saw Dottie walking towards you and you wondered what she wanted, maybe a little help with the organization of the talent show, you noticed that the two women next to you were still sitting there, the woman who said the funny comments and the other one, now you could see the other woman you realized she had been the one who had changed everything in the town, you could feel her power and the same red mist that emanated from her.

“Sweety would you like to help decorating the place?” Asked Dottie, you nodded you really didn’t have anything else to do and this was quite interesting.

“Hey Dottie I can help her to decorate the place, many hands can do better things than just a pair” The humorous woman said winking at you, deep down you were laughing internally but physically you just sighed and kept looking at Dottie

“Great, now my favorite girl won´t be alone, right?” It was curious, Sarah the real person, when she first met you she wanted to get close to you, she wanted to be your friend but of course you didn’t want that the story of someone leaving you would repeat again, so you just acted cold towards her and in the end she decided to distance herself, but now with the new personality, Dottie treated you like when she first met you.

“ OH, her favorite girl huh? Why is that, are you two, you know?” Said the dark-brown haired woman with a smirk in her face, Dottie just rolled her eyes at her

“Now Agnes that doesn’t concern you” So her name is or more like her role was to be Agnes, you thought, who was she really?

“So now that Agnes offered, you two can deck out the garden and I will make sure that everything concerning the chairs and the tables is in order” You nodded saw that while Dottie was leaving the woman that was next to Agnes followed Dottie.

You were about to leave to go to the place where everything was supposed to take place and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Now darling I think we have a lot to talk, don´t we? We really don´t have to decorate anything it was just something Wanda-“ Agnes pointed at the woman with the red hair before speaking again

“Wanda made Dottie say, I think she wanted to talk to her alone, you´ll see there will be more people decorating, now I need to talk to you, let´s go to a more private place away from Wanda, shall we?” So now you understood that she knew you were aware, you saw her stretching out her arm, it looked like she wanted you to link her arm with hers, you were not about to do it.

“Let´s go to a different place but please do not link your arm with me, we can just walk side by side, but that´s all, alright?” You started to walk towards the exit and you didn’t see Agatha squinting her eyes to look at you, she was curious, you were a little different, and she wanted to know what was going on with you, how had you ended up here in Westview and how you had dark magic.

Agnes placed herself next to you, she was a little taller than you and she eyed you again, she didn’t understand why you were such a serious person.

“Maybe we could go to my house darling, no one will interrupt us there, is that alright with you?” You just nodded you really didn’t have anything to lose.

Agnes guided the walk you just followed her through the streets, her house was not so far from the club.

Arriving at her front porch she opened the door and let you in first, you found this very cute and charming from her part but you were not about to say that to her you also tried to hide the slight blush that appeared in your face.

She smirked she could swear she had seen you blush but she decided not to say anything.

Agnes closed her door and she saw you standing there in her living room, you looked lost.

“You can sit darling this will take some time” You nodded again and decided to sit in one of the couches, just when you sat down Agnes went to what you guessed was the kitchen, you took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, rubbing your hands against your dress trying to soothe yourself, being around Agnes who is a really pretty woman you couldn’t help but to be nervous, although you were pretty good at hiding what you were actually feeling, when you heard her footsteps coming closer you sat straight and put on your serious face.

“Here you have sweetheart a glass of cold lemonade, I did it myself” She said handing to you the glass, you took it from her and took a quick sip, it was great.

“Thank you” You said without looking at her, she waited some minutes, waiting to see if you were going to say something else, but when she realized you were not going to say something else, Agnes sighed.

“Alright I can see you´re a quiet girl, but that´s alright I have a lot to say for both of us” She said looking at you all the time, you just nodded and finally you stared at her, now that you were looking cautiously you noticed how pretty her blue eyes were, she was really pretty and her power was really strong you could sense it, you felt drawn to it, maybe because her powers were like yours, both of your came from dark magic.

Agnes sat herself in the couch in front of you, never taking her eyes off you.

“My real name is Agatha Harkness, buttercup, and I´m a witch but I´m pretty sure you already know that, I can sense your power, is strong, really strong and I can feel the darkness coming from you, but I´m curious dear, I don´t feel any danger coming from your magic, what is it? Who are you? Just a few witches are brave enough to embrace the beauty of dark magic”

You were lost for words, she was not afraid of your magic, she was interested and everything she had said about dark magic was simply beautiful, no one had ever spoken about dark magic like her, you felt something breaking inside you, you wanted to tell her everything, suddenly you just wanted to tell her so she could hold you, denying yourself a simply thing like a hug for centuries now was taking its toll on you, you just wanted someone to hold you.

Agatha never stopped watching you, and she could swear that she saw you struggling with your own thoughts, you were not a threat and she could feel that even though you had dark magic you wouldn’t be able to put someone in danger, you looked so broken but you hide it behind that cold mask, Agatha had seen all of this by just looking at your sad eyes.

The feeling didn’t last longer, you quickly composed yourself and took another sip of your lemonade.

“My name´s y/n, and it is not my fault that I possess this dark magic, it was my mother´s fault, she was pregnant when she started to play with dark magic, and I´m not sure how but my mother told me that when I was born, dark magic was already running through my veins”

You told her trying to act as if that hadn’t doomed you to be alone for the rest of your life.

Agatha was surprised, she had never heard of someone who had been born out of dark magic, this was strange, how could you have dark magic within you but at the same time you were not interested in your powers, you seemed as if you despise them.

“Have you used them to obtain something? Dark magic can be very powerful dear” The pet names she was calling you were too much for you to handle, no one had ever called you like that, and you were dangerously liking the way she was talking to you.

Should you tell her that you didn’t know how to use your powers? No one taught you how to use them, all the witches were afraid of you.

“I´m not interested in my powers” You told her looking right into her eyes in order to make her believe that you were telling the truth.

Agatha of course didn’t believe you; you had a great power within you, how could you not be interested in it? This was unbelievable, but she realized that you were not going to tell her the truth, so she had to try something else, Agatha sighed again and she placed her hand under her chin, examining you.

“Alright, then how did you arrive here? Did you feel Wanda´s power too?” You just blinked, so you were right she didn’t live here, she arrived after Wanda came here, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

This look didn’t go unnoticed by Agatha and just kept staring at you.

“I already lived here; Eastview has always been a peaceful place to live” You simply answered not wanting to keep talking, you stood from the couch and Agatha was confused, then how a powerful witch like you had ended up here?

“I think I should leave; the talent show will be ready in a few hours and I think this woman Wanda wants all of us to be there”

Agatha quickly stood and placed herself in front of you touching slightly your arms and you tensed.

“Hey you know, maybe I could help you with your magic, I know a lot about dark magic, we can work together, I can help you to develop more your powers, I can be your mentor” Agatha said with a genuine smile, that was what you had wanted the most years ago, if only someone had offered you help, you hesitated for a moment, you really wanted her help but what if in the end she just leaves like everyone did?

Agatha sensed your hesitation, now she really wanted to help you but she couldn’t understand why you couldn’t accept, what was stopping you?

“Thank you but no, I´m really good on my own, I really don´t need the help of anyone” Once again you were hiding behind that cold mask.

Agatha wanted to insist but she didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable so she decided to give you time to think.

“Alright, then I will see you at the talent show angel”

“See you there Agatha” Agatha gave you a half smile why wouldn’t you let her help you, with a confused look on her face she went to the door to open it for you, you thanked her and stepped out of her house, however Agatha couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way you looked so sad but at the same time so strong, what had happened to you? She had been interested in Wanda´s magic but now you just had drawn her attention, she wanted to get to know you better.

Some hours later you decided to go the talent show, you had never attended to one and even though you had seen real magic in action you were excited for this, it was something new.

Arriving at the place you saw some of the women who had attended to the club already sitting in the chairs, seeing some chairs in front a table that were not taken you sat down there waiting for everything to start.

Putting your elbows on the table you placed you chin on your hands, and minutes later you heard someone sitting next to you, turning your head a little you saw it was Agatha, she smiled gently at you and you waved your hand a little.

“Are you ready to see some dumb fake tricks darling?” She asked winking at you, you just nodded for what it felt like the tenth time in the day.

You noticed Agatha kept looking at you, her glance was so intense that you were afraid she would burn a hole in your face.

By the time the show started you saw Wanda on stage accompanied by a tall man, you didn’t know who it was.

“That’s Wanda’s husband, Vision, dear” Agatha whispered in your ear and your body shivered, this time you couldn’t hide your reaction and Agatha noticed it.

“This is boring, wanna see some real action there darling?” You couldn’t answer because you saw Agatha moving her hands and smoke purple emanated from her hands and quickly you saw what she had caused on stage, you really couldn’t help but laugh, this was really funny and even if you wanted not to laugh you couldn’t help it.

Agatha found it so cute the fact that you were trying to cover your laugh with your hand, she saw the movement on your shoulders and she smiled, she thought your laugh was so sweet and she wanted to make you laugh more.

You couldn’t ignore Agatha; she was a really funny person.

When the tricks and Vision’s act ended you heard him saying he needed a volunteer and Agatha was faster than anyone to make a comment

“Are you sure you don’t want an audience volunteer named "my husband Ralph?” That cracked you up, and this time you laughed, hard, she was hilarious and the other people who heard her laughed as well.

Agatha heard the sound of your laugh and her heart melted at the sound, she looked at you and saw the way your eyes squinted when you were laughing, she had never seen someone so beautiful but with a lot of sadness at the same time, she wanted to do something, she wanted to see you happy and even though she had met you some hours ago, she felt something warm growing inside her chest.

“Darling, you have a beautiful laugh” When you heard that you instantly froze and stopped laughing, your face became serious again and you cleared your throat.

You just turned your head a little you look at her to give her a shy smile

Agatha smiled back at you with a sad smile, you were so beautiful why were you trying so hard to hide yourself? Why didn’t you want to be seen?

When the talent show ended and everyone else clapped you decided it was time to leave, standing up from the chair Agatha stood up as well

“Hey darling do you want me to accompany you to your house?” She asked while trying to grab gently your arm, but you stepped back a little

“No, it’s alright, I can walk alone, have a goodnight Agatha” You said in a rushed you didn’t want to spend a lot of time with her, you couldn’t let yourself get attached to her, if she decided to leave she wouldn’t even think about you, so it was better to evade any other type of interaction, she was just here because of her interest in Wanda’s magic, and she could leave any time, you were not about to fall for a woman you had just met.

Walking alone through the street you arrived at your house, once again the loneliness and sadness took over you, talking to Agatha felt so risky, you didn’t want to end up with your heart broken, she was just so sweet and you couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Agatha wanted to be close to you she wanted to help you with your powers, but you just pushed her away, she felt disappointed because she really wanted to help you one way or another.

Later that night you noticed Westview changing again, and once again the furniture and the decorations changed too, it was a nice change and you notice right away the era had changed you were pretty sure now it was the 70´s, you had already passed through that time years ago.

Days kept passing and Agatha tried to talk to you, she would always come to your house just to ask if you were doing fine, you weren’t sure how she had discovered where you lived but maybe she had just asked Wanda where was your house, of course Wanda knew where everyone was.

During her quick visits, sometimes she would give you little gifts, one day she gave you flowers, you still blushed at the memory, that day you couldn’t stop thinking about her, she looked so pretty with her straight hair you had seen her passed by your street riding her bike, you had been looking through the window thinking about how things were going on Westview and what had caught your attention had been the sound of the bell in her bike, when you saw her you smiled, whenever she was near you felt happiness but that was something you wouldn’t let her know.

After the first time she passed riding her bike in front of your house, then minutes later she passed through again and you laughed, you were sure she knew you were in the window, 10 minutes later again she passed again and this time she waved her hand at you just to disappear again on the other side of the street, you waited another 10 minutes because you thought she would pass again but this time she didn’t and you felt disappointed so you walked to your couch to take a nap or at least to try, but when you had placed yourself in the couch someone knocked on you door, you went to answer the door and this time you couldn’t hide your smile, Agatha was standing in your door with a bunch of flowers in her hands, you looked at them and they were so pretty.

“Hello angel, I was on my way to my house and I decided to bring you these, I hope you like them dear” Agatha handed the flowers to you and you took them, Agatha saw you biting your lower lip and she smiled too, little by little she was starting to see a change, she just wanted to make you smile and wanted to be near you, and this was what she started to do.

“Thank you seriously, you didn’t have to but I´m glad you brought this to me, they are really beautiful” You said while smiling, a genuine smile, for the first time you didn’t feel like hiding and Agatha was glad that she could finally see you smile.

“ I wanted to baby girl, now I have to go back to my house to make sure everything’s in order, see you later sweetheart” Your heart melted, you really liked when she called you like that.

You laughed at the memory of that time when you had gone into town to buy some things you needed, and how weirdly it had been that Agatha had bump into you, you couldn’t help the smirk in your face that day.

“Hey sweetheart isn´t amazing that we just met again? I didn’t know you were coming to the- uh, to the grocery store, I came here for some things as well, you know things to prepare dinner”

That day you walked side by side with her, you felt really comfortable around her and that day you realized how much you had fallen for her, how couldn’t you? She was so sweet, she treated you right and she was always making you laugh and just with her presence you didn’t feel the need to hide again, you really wanted to express to her how much you loved her, how much she had captivated you.

After that day full of quick glances towards each other, shy smiles and gentle brushes against each other you realized you loved her, a lot.

Agatha brushed her hand against your hand and even you could feel her fingers touching yours, it was such an innocent move that left you yearning for more and what made you feel happier was the fact that Agatha didn’t even buy a single thing, she just helped you put things into the shopping cart at the same time she said funny things that cracked you up, she had completely forgot to actually buy things, she had done it on purpose, the fact that she had bumped into you that day on purpose made you feel happy, she just had wanted to spend some time with you, and for the first time in your life you felt loved.

But the feeling didn’t last longer, when you said your goodbyes and you came back home, all the memories of the people you had loved, your mother, your sisters of the coven, your witch-friends, they all had abandoned you, they had forgotten about you, no one ever helped you, you had to learn to stand up for yourself because no one would have ever done it for you, you learned how to stay away from everyone because deep down you knew everyone would leave you.

You really wanted to be close to Agatha, you wanted to hug her and to kiss her, but what if she in the end just leaves you like the others? You wouldn’t be able to bare another heart break, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t, but the feeling of loneliness for centuries that had never gone away, it felt like it was coming back everything at the same time, you couldn’t bare it anymore, you wanted to be loved but at the same time you were just so afraid of the many what ifs.

It had been three days since Agatha and you had gone shopping together and since that day you didn’t dare to leave you room, you couldn’t control the way you were feeling you just wanted to cry, you wanted to yell to break things, finally someone showed interest in you and you kept pushing her away, you couldn’t help it the constant fear of being thrown away didn’t leave your mind, you were not happy being alone but it was the only thing you could do in order to protect yourself, you kept saying to yourself how good you were just in your own, but deep down you knew you craved for a hug or just a simple touch of hands, you wanted to hold Agatha´s hand you wanted to tell her everything but the fear you felt didn’t let you.

Agatha was worried about you; had she crossed the limits? She couldn’t guess but she was worried, you hadn’t left your house in three days in a row, and you usually went for a quick walk, it was not that she had been spying on you, well, maybe just a little, but she wanted to know if you were ok, she worried about you a lot, and she had fallen for you, she knew you were just broken and she wanted to help you fix the broken parts of your heart, she was just waiting to be sure that you were not afraid anymore, and she had thought that the shopping day had been the right path, Agatha thought that you were finally opening yourself a little, but now after three days of not knowing anything from you she couldn’t help but to be worried sick.

So of course she became worried sick when she hadn’t heard anything from you, the first day after the shopping, she waited for you at the sidewalk, she knew on Mondays you always went for a quick walk, but after 30 minutes of waiting she realized you were not coming, it was strange, maybe you were running late but after waiting 15 minutes more she decided to go home, she would look for you later.

Agatha started to walk towards her house when she saw Dottie walking to the direction, she was coming from

“Hey Agnes, when you see your girlfriend can you say hi to her for me? I really like her but now that she’s so smitten by you, the only person she talks to is you, Agnes I must say I’m kind of jealous, you’re a lucky woman Agnes, please say hi to her for me”

Agnes was dumbfounded, she was not expecting Dottie to say that to her, but at least she was happy that someone had said to her that she could draw your attention, with that she kept walking to her house with a big smile on her face, she couldn’t wait to tell you how she felt about you.

The second day she went to look at your house again, but the feeling that something was wrong took over her, she knocked on the door and you didn’t answer that was something strange, whenever she visited you, you didn’t make her wait too much, she stayed there for over twenty minutes more and even though she wanted to enter to make sure you were alright she didn’t dare to do it, what if you were mad at her? Or what if you thought she had crossed the limits? Frowning she decided it was better to leave, maybe think about what could had gone wrong between the two of you.

She wanted to see you so bad but now you were nowhere to be seen, no one had seen you left your house, of course Agatha asked the neighbors but they told her the same, that you hadn’t gone left your house.

The third day she felt something different in the air, she could sense something was wrong and of course she could sense your magic in it, she had to go look for you, there was something wrong she was right, leaving her house in a rush she almost ran to your house, this time she didn’t knock on you door, Agatha simply used her magic to open it and when she entered a hit of dark magic almost made her step back, it was strong, your magic was really strong.

Looking around your living room she didn’t see you in there and all the lights were off, the room was eerily silent, and for the first time in her long life, she was scared, scared that something had happen to you, quickly she went upstairs and in the middle of the stairs she notice something there.

Scrunching down a little she saw some type of vines, they were completely black, she followed the vine and they ended in a room and she supposed it was your room.

She took a deep breath preparing herself to enter, she reached for the doorknob and frowned a little, Agatha opened the door in a hasty movement, she had been preparing herself to fight whoever may be hurting you, but she had not prepared herself to see what was in front of her.

Inside the room there were many vines around your body, you couldn’t move and you had tears streaming down your cheeks, she gasped, you were trapped under your own magic, you were lying in the bed but the black vines were all over your body and some of them were even hanging on the walls and the ceiling, she wanted to cry, she couldn’t believe you were doing this to yourself, taking her hand to cover her mouth and walked towards you.

Agatha crouched down on the floor near your bed and she placed her hand on your forehead.

When she touched you she could feel all the sadness and sorrow you felt, all the pain that you had been hidden through all the years, all the loneliness and fear you were feeling all the time, it was too much pain and her heart clenched, you had passed through horrible things alone, now she understood why you were so afraid, you had been abandoned by everyone in your life, she wanted to help you, she would never leave you, she would never leave you alone.

Agatha used her magic on you, purple smoke covered your head, and she could see that it was working, slowly all the black vines started to disappear and the ones that you were trapped in disappeared after some minutes of her using her magic on you.

When you opened your eyes again you saw Agatha staring at you with a concerned look on her face, you felt the soft touch of her fingers in your temple, you were shocked, you had been trapped on your own memories that you didn’t notice your magic had reacted at your feelings, the vines were protecting you from the outside.

Blinking a few times, you stood from the bed to throw yourself at Agatha, you hugged her putting your arms around her neck, Agatha caught you and she placed her arms around your waist, now the two of you were on the floor, hugging each other.

You were sobbing you couldn’t contain the tears that kept coming from your eyes, you were in pain form all the things that happened to you, but at the same time you felt happy, Agatha had saved you from yourself, she cared for you and what she had done meant the world to you, while you were trapped in your memories, you could feel Agatha´s magic, helping you, her magic was calling you to wake up, and what you felt was love.

Agatha soothed you while you cried, she gently stroked your hair and she placed a kiss on your forehead, you were hiding your face in her chest and for the first time in many centuries you finally felt the warm feeling of a hug.

When you calmed yourself a little you separated yourself from Agatha to look at her eyes, oh how beautiful her blue eyes were, without thinking twice you leant and kissed her, she captured your lips on her own, and she kissed you back, it was a soft kiss, she wanted you to feel all the love she felt for you, Agatha pulled you closer to her, she wanted to feel you, she wouldn’t never leave you.

Breaking the kiss to look straight into her eyes, you smiled you wanted to say many things to her but you were lost for words, you opened your mouth but closed it again, you didn’t know how to start and before you could say something to her, Agatha lifted your chin and gave you a soft peck on your lips again.

“Oh angel, I just felt what you feel all the time and I caught glimpses of your memory, I know what you had been through and I´m really sorry that they were afraid of you, but please let me help you, if you let me, I will make sure to always be by your side, guide you and teach you about your magic, like anyone else have done it before, let me hold you and care for you, I promise to never leave you, please let me be in your life doll” You wanted to cry again, but this time out of happiness, everything she had told you was real, you could feel it, she was offering you what you had craved for a long time, you have never felt as happy as how you were feeling, Agatha could be your home, something you had been looking for a long time, and now this was your real chance, you could have it all with Agatha.

“I want to be with you, I have fallen for you quite deep, and what I feel for you is pure, I tried to push you away because I was scared but this time, I won´t make the same mistake” You rested your head on her chest again hearing the thumping of her heart, Agatha was amazed by you, she was mesmerized, she had never felt the urge to be with someone and now she just wanted you to be with her and she wanted to hold you so much, she would never hurt you and she would make sure that you always feel loved, kissing your forehead again she stroked you back with her hand.

“I know honey, and now you won´t need to push me away anymore, I will be with you and no matter what I will always be there for you, I want to make you happy and I will make sure to always show you how much I love you, you don´t have to hide anymore”

You felt safe in her arms and you knew this was the start of something beautiful, now you didn’t feel scared, for once in your life you felt brave enough to let someone love you and you were going to love her just as deeply as you knew she loved you.

You lifted your head an Agatha saw you had a beautiful and real smile on your face, she liked seeing the real you, now you wouldn’t need to hide your feelings, not anymore, you knew your feelings and you were safe with her, and she would never do something to hurt you, how lucky you really were, she couldn’t take all the memories again, but you were sure with time all these memories wouldn’t hurt as much, and with her help one day all the memories wouldn’t hurt and affect you anymore, finally you had found your home and your place in the world, and that place was with Agatha, finally you felt at peace, you were sure Agatha will make you fix the broken pieces of your heart, Agatha would never leave you, you wouldn’t have to be alone again.

[bunnybuunn]

Little puppet.

Summary: Agatha finds out that little!reader is Wanda’s weakness and decides to steal her from the witch.

Warnings: Age regression, slight Mommy!Wanda, manipulations, force regression, Dark!Agatha.

Agatha knew, that she just has to wait. It won’t take too long until she finds something, that might be Wanda’s weakness, and when she would find it, she won’t hesitate to use it against the redhead. Agatha spend days, watching closely as Wanda was living her little perfect dream life, and honestly, the witch was getting bored out of her mind. Until one day when she saw someone, who might’ve helped her with her little mission.

You were sitting on the front yard of Wanda’s house, reading some children’s book. At first your unusual mannerism and childlike behavior confused Agatha, but then she looked closer and saw you as the perfect opportunity to get more control in the whole situation with Wanda.

Her sly smile grew bigger, when the witch came out of the house to check on you with an anxious look on her face. Just like that Agatha realized, that taking you away from Wanda would make her lose her stability and the last crumbs of her sanity.

The next couple of days Agatha spend waiting for a perfect opportunity to show up at Wanda’s house. And when that opportunity finally came, the witch was there to use it.

Wanda was already losing control of everything, and she felt extremely bad because she couldn’t be a nice caregiver to you today and give you enough attention. When her neighbor entered her house, she almost sighed with relief.

She actually needed help today, even if that meant letting Agnes take care of you for a couple of hours.

„But Mama, I can’t leave you!”

You protested, not wanting to leave your mama’s side. Wanda smiled softly at you. She didn’t want you to see her struggle so much and she definitely didn’t want you to worry about her. It was her job to take care of you, and now she was failing at it badly.

„I’ll be fine, baby. Just go with Agnes!”

You glanced at her once again and nodded. You wanted to help her feel better, but maybe she just wanted some alone time or some peace and quiet. You got up from the floor and grabbed your stuffie, excepting Agatha’s hands. The woman leads you out of the house and then brought you back to her place, not letting you out of her sight not even for one second.

Something strange was in her eyes, her look wasn’t caring like Wanda’s, it was more of the possessive one. You tried to hide your obvious anxiety, but Agatha could’ve still feel it.

The woman approached you from the back when you were putting your teddy bear down on the couch, and you almost flinched when you notice how close she was to you right now.

„Why are you so scared, my dear? I won’t bite.”

You haven’t notice when and how her eyes started to shine with a purple glimpses, you were too busy worrying about your mama. Your body and mind only reacted when her fingertips touched your forehead, making your brain blow up with the sudden tones of reappeared memories.

Your life flushed before your eyes, as you finally got free from Wanda’s spell.

„See? I just wanted to help you."

Agatha voice was the first thing you heard when you finally got back to your usual mindset. You shook your head before taking a long glance at your own body just to see yourself wearing some stupid pink clothes. It wasn’t your style at all, but it was what Wanda wanted to see on you.

„So, I am free now, right?”

You asked Agatha, hoping that you finally found a way out of the Hex and soon you’ll be able to return to your usual life without someone playing with you like if you were a puppet.

However, Agatha haven’t given you an immediate response.She just winked at you slyly and then put her hand on your back, gently caressing it.

Somehow her touch made you more relaxed and you were almost close to slip into the littlespace once again, even though it was the last thing you needed right now, giving the whole situation.

„You are free, darling, there’s just something I have to show you, so you won’t get fooled by that witch again.”

Agatha slowly lead you to the basement door. In any other situation you wouldn’t go in the strangers basement, but since the woman had just freed you from your kidnapper you couldn’t say „no” to her simple request.

You went along, not pushing her away or fighting her touches. You needed some comfort right now, after you just got your mind back.

As both of you got downstairs you felt the familiar anxious feeling that made your stomach twitch. The basement were empty and cold, and it didn’t take you long to realize that it was just another trap. You were ready to turn around and run, but Agatha soft whispers prevent you from doing that. Her words were soft and even though your mind couldn’t understand what she was saying exactly, it felt like your whole body understood her just well.

The next moment you felt how your mind went empty again.You weren’t feeling pressured that time like you had before. There were no struggles or fear, it was just pure peace and emptiness. Your body became much lighter, and you almost lost your balance, but Agatha’s hands quickly caught you before you could’ve fell to the cold floor.

„Feeling better now, my dear?”

You immediately nodded, giving in to her powers. You were not only regressed, but completely folded under the pressure of her magic and her soft whispers.

Agatha chuckled, titling your head up a little bit so she could see your little face and your beautiful empty eyes.

Now she knew what exactly Wanda had found interesting about you.

„Use your big girl words, doll. Mommy can’t understand you.”

You frowned, trying to say something, but failing to complete a whole sentence even in your thoughts. Agatha smirked, knowing that she had you exactly where she wanted too. Too weak and empty minded to argue or talk back. Or talk at all.

„Yeah, Mama.”

When the words had finally escaped your mouth, she smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss on the forehead. It was strange for her to feel some kind of affection towards someone, but she wasn’t resisting. It was nice to have someone by her side, even if it was against their will.

„Good.”

Agatha murmured, her low voice send chills down your spine, but somehow still kept you calm. It was almost like you were depended on the sound of it now, but you weren’t complaining.

You couldn’t complain.

Agatha gave looked you up and down, before gently pulling the bow out of your hair. She got used to Wanda’s awful fashion choices, but now when you were in her care, she wanted you to look exactly like she wanted you too.

„I know that you got used to red and pink, but I hope you don’t have anything against purple, doll.”

Taglist: @tinylilacbun @aew-regression-cove

[and-claudia]

Yours Pt. 4 (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

Warnings: DDDNE (that is your warning that this is gonna get a little fucked up here), manipulation, controlling relatives, lying, p in v, infidelity, let me know if I missed any

Word count: 4355

Taglist (Read the rules, follow them or I will remove your response)

After we were shown around the house, we made our way back downstairs. Ant had to go finish his chores outside which included checking on the animals. Agnes wanted to go see them as well and so after getting approval from Paddy, she was allowed to go. Lousie being the overprotective mother she was of course had to follow her out, which prompted Ben to go as well. 

“Ciara, why don’t you join them? I am going to check on dinner.” He said, and she gave him a smile and nod before following them out. 

I had actually ran upstairs to use the bathroom and when I got back I was going to head out with the rest of them to not create any suspicions just yet, but Paddy stopped me. 

“Yn, wait, I need to talk to you.” He said, urgency in his voice. 

I walked over to where he stood in the kitchen with a confused look on my face. 

“Remember how I said that we are going to have to be very careful about what we say and do around Ciara… she may be a little jealous over what happened in Italy.” He said. 

I covered my mouth in shock, “I’m so sorry, Paddy… I thought she was okay with it… I- I had no idea… did she see the pictures too?” I asked nervously. 

He shook his head, “It’s okay, and she was for that one night… but after that…” He sighed heavily and shook his head, “And no, I hid the pictures, keeping those for my eyes only… and don’t get me wrong, I still want you more than anything… I just need some time to take care of some things first, okay?”  

I was a little skeptical, “Paddy, I have to ask… you told me I wasn’t going back with them… if that’s the case, what is happening with you and Ciara? I may be young and sweet, but I am not one for sharing, not long-term… so how does she fit into this?” I said, motioning between the two of us. 

Paddy flashed his charming smile and looked me in the eyes with his piercing blue ones, “You still trust me, don’t you?” 

His charm was like a spell. However, it was one that I not only didn’t mind being under, it was one I wanted to be put under. 

“Of course I do, Paddy.” I said, biting my lip slightly as I glanced down at his before focussing back on his eyes. 

“Ata, girl. Come here.” He said, pulling me to him and kissing me roughly. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” 

“Okay, … is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, genuinely wanting to help him with anything he needed me to. 

He smiled at my offer and used his hand to cup my cheek before giving me one last kiss, “Not yet, baby, soon, but not just yet.” 

I had no idea what he meant by that, but the way he said it sent a wave of excitement over me for some reason. And the smile he gave me made me melt. I knew that when it came down to it, I would help him with anything. 

Reluctantly I stepped away from him and went to join the others outside. We stayed out there until the sun began to set. Conversation mostly just included the two kids having their own while Ciara talked with Ben and Louise, leaving me to just sit and listen mostly. I was beyond relieved when Paddy opened the door and called out, letting us know dinner was ready. 

We all went inside and made our way to the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a dish covered in tin foil. It smelt absolutely amazing. 

“Ta-da!” Paddy said as he grabbed the tin foil and ripped it off, revealing some type of roasted bird. 

“Wow, that looks amazing, Paddy.” Ben said. 

“Thank you. Was, Libby, our prized goose, out on the farm. Killed it and cooked it with my own hands.” Paddy said as he began to slice it. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that.” Louise said from where she stood off to the side, clearly already uncomfortable. 

“You’re our VIP guests. It’s the least we could do.” Ciara insisted. 

I watched as Paddy sliced off a piece of meat and the turn to walk with it over towards my aunt. He approached her, holding out the fort ready for her to eat off of it, “Our gift to you, Louise, the best part of the roast.” He said, bringing it up to her. 

She tried and failed to deflect it to someone else as Paddy insisted further, “Come on, doctor’s orders.” He said and she finally gave in, taking the fork in her mouth. 

I had to hide my laugh behind a cough as I watched it all happen. To tell the truth, I couldn’t tell if he had purposely done it or not, considering she had told them she was a vegetarian in Italy. Either way, watching her struggle to chew it was satisfying. If it were anyone else, I probably would have spoken up on their behalf so they wouldn’t have to eat something they were against. But she was such a people pleaser it was satisfying to watch her reap the consequences of it. 

The rest of dinner went on fairly uneventfully. That was until Ciara turned her attention towards me. 

“So, Yn, why do you still live with your aunt and uncle? You’re old enough to move out by now, aren’t you?” She asked. 

Her question must have caught Paddy off guard as well because his eyebrows shot up as he looked over at her and then to me, waiting for an answer. 

“I’ve been trying to save up to move out, actually. But it can be hard, making a steady income doing what I do.” I said, causing Ben to scoff slightly. 

My uncle didn’t approve of my career choices, saying I would never make a living doing it, but it was my life. 

“Oh, what do you do?” Ciara asked. 

“I’m a photographer. I’ve done a few bigger jobs like weddings, but I mostly try to stick to private photoshoots.” I explained. 

Paddy nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen her work. It’s stunning.” He said, giving me a subtle pointed look, and I knew what he was actually referring to, “She showed me some back in Italy.” 

“Ooh, I’d love to see them sometime.” Ciara said, and I nodded. 

“Of course. Maybe I can even take some for you while I’m here.” I said.

“That would be nice.” Paddy said with a smirk that only I seemed to catch. 

After dinner concluded, everyone began going their separate ways. Ciara and Louise went upstairs to put the kids to bed, leaving just Paddy, my uncle, and myself downstairs. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay sleeping down here? You can always stay with Louise if you want to. I can stay down here. I won’t mind.” Ben offered to me out of nowhere. 

“What? Are you and here still having issues? If you don’t want to sleep with your wife, say so. I am fine sleeping down here.” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“It has nothing to do with that, and you know you’re not supposed to bring that up. I just wasn’t sure how you feel being so… exposed to an older man in his house.” He explained. 

“Oh, after Italy, I thought us two were just going to bring up things the other has explicitly told the other not to… and for the record, I feel perfectly safe around Paddy.” I said just as Paddy walked into the room. 

“The two of you have got to try this. Here.” He said, handing each of us a bottle. 

I eyed it suspiciously, waiting for him to explain.

“It’s hard cider, made it myself with our farm-grown apples.” He said, popping the lid off his and taking a swig. 

I followed his lead and did the same with Ben not too far behind me. It was unsurprisingly very good. After that dinner Paddy made, I had little doubts that there was anything he couldn’t do with his hands. 

“Damn, Paddy, this is really good.” I said, before taking another drink. 

“Slow down, killer,” He said, leaning forward as if to say something to just me, but he still said it loud enough, obviously, for Ben to hear it, “I don’t think your aunt and uncle would take too well to me getting you drunk again.” He joked. 

“Getting her drunk again? When was the first time you got her drunk?” Ben asked, clearly suspicious. 

“Okay, maybe not me directly, but when she, Ciara, and I went to the club in Italy, Yn did get quite drunk.” He explained, throwing Ben off his trail immediately. 

Ben nodded, “Oh, that’s right.” 

As the two other adults arrived back down stairs, Paddy was pulling out a hand-rolled cigarette. I eyed it, wondering if it was, in fact, what I thought it was. Neither Ben nor Lousie knew I had ever smoked weed before.

“Geez, it’s so quiet out here. Do you even have neighbors?” 

“Yeah, all the way across the valley, but you know we look after each other,” He paused, taking out his lighter,  “You don’t mind if I?” Paddy asked, hesitating before lighting it. 

When he was met with no pushback, he lit it up and took a long drag from it. 

Ben laughed to himself before responding to what Paddy had just said, “Ours are right across the hall, and I don’t think we’ve ever spoken.” He said. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Gibson. They’re a sweet old couple. Have cute Tabby cat that I’ve taken pictures of before.” I said. 

“Well, I guess Someone has spoken to them. When did you even meet them?” He asked, confused. 

“When we moved in.” 

“Louise, you have a bad neck?” Ciara asked suddenly, diffusing the tension building between Ben and me and drawing the attention to my aunt. 

“No, uh… it’s just something that flares up sometimes.” She said. 

I rolled my eyes. Yes, she had a fucked up neck. Has had it for as long as I could remember, honestly. But again, she’s a people pleaser and would never admit to anyone that she wasn’t 100% comfortable, nor would she ever let anyone know that she and her family were anything less than perfect. 

“Medicinal? It’s homegrown.” Paddy offered her his cigarette. 

“No, thank you. I took a pill.” She said. 

“Oh, modern medicine. It is amazing…” 

As Paddy spoke offered it over to Ben, and I was truly stunned when Ben took it and brought it up to his mouth. He passed it back to Paddy after taking a hit. Truth be told, I wasn’t listening too much to the conversation, too busy watching Paddy as he smoked. The thoughts running through my mind were filthy. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now and have him shotgunning it into my mouth. 

I snapped out of my trance as Paddy leaned forward once again to pass the blunt over to Ben. But before he could grab it, I leaned forward and snatched it. I settled back in my seat with my eyes closed as I took a long drag from it. I slowly exhaled. When I opened my eyes, everyone was looking at me. 

Ben looked just plain shocked, Lousie looked mortified, Ciara seemed slightly annoyed and Paddy looked like a mix between proud and turned on. 

“Yn, what are you doing?” Louise asked. 

“Enjoying myself.” I replied, taking another hit. 

“When did you start smoking pot?” Ben asked. 

“You make it sound like I do it all the time. I just do it when I feel like it. And for the record, like 4 years ago.” I said before finally passing it back to Paddy.

“Who would have thought this perfect, sweet girl would have such a wild streak in her?” Paddy said, leaning back in his chair before taking a long drag. 

“She does seem to be full of surprises.” Ciara agreed, sending a worried shiver down my spine. 

“You don’t even know the half of it.” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. 

I continued to sip my drink and just listened, I had closed my eyes, letting the weed in my system and the warmth spreading through me from the cider relax me. That was until I felt like someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes and scanned the room, expecting to be met with Louise’s unapproving sideways gaze, but she wasn’t looking over here. My eyes then landed on Ciara, and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under and then some. But the moment she saw me catch her eye, she averted her gaze to Paddy as she looked at him lovingly and reached over for his hand. I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit me as I reminded myself that in a few days, somehow, he would be all mine. 

“Well, I think it’s about time we retire for the night. Let Yn get some sleep.” Paddy said. 

“I think that’s a good idea.” Louise said. 

There were plans to go out on a hike the next day so we really should be getting to bed soon. 

“Oh, Yn, just a heads up so I don’t scare you. I do get up quite early to do the rounds with the animals. I’ll do my best to be quiet, though, so I don’t wake you.” Paddy said, sending me a subtle look. 

“Oh, Paddy, I am sure it would be okay if you slept in for once. I mean, we do have guests. I don’t think the animals’ schedules will be thrown off that badly. Besides, you wouldn’t want to accidentally wake her. He’s never quiet in the mornings.” She said the last bit, turning to me. 

“It’s alright, Paddy, I am intruding on your home. Please do what you need to, and don’t worry if you wake me up. I really don’t mind.” I said sweetly enough to let him know I got his hint but not enough to cause suspicion… I hope. 

I was gathering up my PJs and facewash to go get changed and ready for bed in the bathroom when Paddy came back downstairs. At first he paid me no mind as he went to lock the front door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I turned around and found him standing right behind me. 

“Shit, Paddy, don’t sneak up on me like that.” I said with a small laugh. 

“Sorry, just needed to see you before I go back up there.” He said, reaching a hand up to cup my cheek. I immediately leaned into it. 

We stayed like that for a moment, in a comfortable silence, just reveling in the fact that we were back together once again. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. 

“God, this may be worse than just having the pictures to look at. Knowing you’re down here, so close, yet not being able to have you is absolutely tortuous.” He whispered. 

“Soon.” I said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “That’s what you told me, right?” 

He nodded, straightening back up to his full height, and dropped his hand, “That’s right.” 

“What time do you get up in the morning?” I asked. 

“Early. 5:30.” 

“Mhm… out in the shed?” I asked. 

“Sometimes…” 

“Well… hopefully you are tomorrow, preferably with a blanket at… let's say 5:45? Because that’s where I’ll be at that time…” I said sweetly. 

“I think I can manage that. Just know what you agreed to. You sure you’re going to be able to go on the hike later tomorrow after I’m done with you?” He asked. 

“Hmmm, we’ll see I guess.” I said giving him one last kiss, “You should get back upstairs before she gets suspicious.” I said with a sigh. 

“After you.” He said, stepping to the side and nodding me past him to go up first. 

I laughed, knowing he was just letting me go first to stare at my ass, not that I was complaining. When we got to the bathroom, I stopped and faced him. “Good night, Paddy.” 

“Good night, Yn.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before passing me and heading up to his and Ciara’s room. 

Once he was out of sight, the door to the guest room opened, and my aunt stepped out. 

“What was that about?” She asked, confused. 

“What?” 

“I thought I heard Paddy out here… telling you goodnight.” “He did, he came downstairs to lock up, I was heading up here to change and wash my face.” I said confused by here questing what was happening. 

“Did… Did he, um, kiss you goodnight?” She asked, eyebrows knitted. 

“It was a quick peck on the forehead, no more than the one he gave us when we left Italy. What’s the big deal?” I asked, getting annoyed. 

“Isn’t that still a little weird?” 

“No, I think he’s just friendly. It doesn’t really bother me… Look its late, we were in the car all day I really just want to get to bed.” I said before slipping into the bathroom, not giving her any room to say anything else. 

When I got downstairs I set an alarm on my phone just in case I didn’t wake up when Paddy came down in the morning. Luckily I fell asleep quickly with the anticipation of being with Paddy come moring. 

When my eyes peeked open again I found Paddy sitting at the other end on the couch. He was lacing up his boots seeming completely unaware that I had woken up. That was until he spoke up. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked with a smirk. 

I stretched some and sat up, “Hm… maybe.” I smiled. 

“Make sure you turn your alarm off, darling, don’t want to wake anyone else up.” He said, leaning over to kiss me. 

I smiled into the kiss, “Should I just come with you now?” I whispered. 

“I was hoping you would.” He said, pulling back and standing up. 

He offered me his hand and I took it. I was secretly hoping my hair wasn’t a complete mess as I slipped on my shoes and followed Paddy outside. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as he led me through the yard, to one of the doors of the shed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather cord that was attached to one of his belt loops on one end and had a set of keys on the other. He unlocked the door before gesturing me in. When he stepped in he shut the door before moving to lay down the blanket on top of the straw-covered floor. 

“Sorry, it’s not the fanciest.” He said, turning to look at me. 

“I don’t care.” I said, immediately closing the distance between us and kissing him. 

His response to the kiss was instantaneous as he took control and backed me up to the side wall. My back hit the rough bricks, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. 

“I’ve missed you darling… missed this with you.” He said between kisses. 

“Take me, Paddy, please.” I begged as he began working his way down my jawline to my neck. I had been dreaming of this moment ever since we left Italy. 

“So eager.” He mumbled against the hickey he was making on my collar bone. 

Part of me was worried it would be seen by the others, part of me didn’t care, but secretly the majority of me wanted them all to see it. I wanted them all to know I was his… especially Ciara. 

Next thing I knew, he was moving us away from the wall and over to where he had laid out the blanket. I kneeled down, bringing Paddy down with me. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” I asked, feeling something weird under my ass. 

I grabbed it through the blanket and found it was a lock. 

“What’s this for? Is it like some secret sex dungeon? Or are you secretly like a serial killer or something?” I teased. 

He let out a small laugh, “It’s nothing. Promise. And do you really think I could be a serial killer?” 

“I don’t know, you may look cute, all covered in blood, chasing me down…” I said, only half joking. 

“What is wrong with you?” Paddy asked in amusement as he shook his head, smiling. 

“Okay… one of my biggest crushes is Billy from Scream, okay? Just something about fucking with their victims before killing them, it’s kinda hot. I know that’s like so fucked up, but I can’t help it! Ever since I watched the movie at like 15, I was hooked, and it never went away…” I admitted. 

“That’s so fucked up, Yn. He killed people…tsk tsk.” He said, shaking his head but still smiling. 

“I know! I know, I can’t help it though.” I said blushing slightly. 

“Hmmm… so you like serial killers then?” He teased. “I mean, I guess in theory.” I said. 

“And in practice.” He said, tone suddenly changing to be much more serious.

On the surface I was confused but something deep down in me understood. 

“Paddy… what do you mean?” 

“I think you’ve already connected the dots… I told you, you wouldn’t be leaving… and I meant it. Your aunt and uncle won’t be either… I want you to be by my side when it happens… you can even help if you want to. Or, you can let me take care of it, let me free you from them… you said you were mine, didn’t you?” He asked, gently caressing my cheek. 

I nodded immediately, “I’m yours Paddy. Please, free me.” 

I pulled him back down to kiss me. He groaned into the kiss, gripping the back of my head to pull me closer. Then in one swift motion he flipped us so that I was straddling his waist. I could feel his hard cock, begging to be freed from his jeans underneath me. I grinded my hips down onto it and let out a soft moan as his bulge bumped up against my clit. 

His hands went to my hips, slipping up under my sleep shirt. It raised up exposing the fact that I hadn’t worn any bottoms. 

“No panties, sleeping on my couch? You trying to drive me crazy?” He asked. 

“Hm… maybe.” I said, pulling away and reaching down to undo his belt.  

I unzipped his pants and he helped me pull them down along with his underwear just enough to free his cock. 

I lifted myself up on my knees and reached down to line him up with my entrance, but he stopped me. 

“Wait, darling.” He said, reaching down into his pocket that had been shoved down. He pulled out a condom and used his teeth to open it before quickly putting it on. 

“There we go, don’t want to risk anything, do we?” He said, grabbing my hips once again. 

He guided me down onto his cock slowly. I let out a loud moan as he stretched me open slowly. Once he bottomed out I sat there for a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him. 

“As much as I love the pretty sounds you make, love, I’m going to need you to keep it down. Okay? Don’t want the wife hearing you now, do we?” He asked. 

I shook my head. Then he gave my hips a gentle squeeze before guiding me to move up and down on his cock. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. One of my hands stayed on his chest to steady myself, and the other went down to my clit. 

My pace was matching his pace, slow circles just enough to drive me crazy as the pressure slowly began to build. 

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?” He said. 

“Yeah,” I sighed out, subconsciously speeding up my pace on my clit. Paddy picked up his pace as well, sending me even faster to my climax. 

“Fuck, darling… you look so good, so fucking good, on my cock like that.” He said, and I knew by the way his cock twitched inside of me he was getting close as well. 

“Paddy, shit. I’m…” Before I could finish my sentence, my walls were clutching onto him as I came. 

“Damn it, love…” Paddy groaned as he came as well. 

Honestly, I was cursing that condom from preventing me from feeling him shoot his cum deep inside of me. But I knew it was for the better. We were already taking so many risks together we couldn’t afford to be that risky… not right now at least. 

We both caught our breaths and after a moment I went to lift myself up, but Paddy stopped me. 

“Not yet, just come here, darling.” He said pulling me down to lay on top of him. 

I laid down gently, resting my head as best I could onto his chest. 

“I fucking missed you, darling, and your perfect pussy… it truly was made for me, wasn’t it? All of you was made for me.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. 

“Only you, Paddy. I want to help kill them. All of them… I just have two conditions.” I said. 

“What are they?” 

“I get Anges and… I get to kill Ciara.” I said, turning my head to look at him. 

“Who said anything about killing her?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I did. I said I am yours, if that’s true, then you don’t need her anymore. She needs to go too.” I said simply. 

He smiled evilly, “I like your logic, dear… you have yourself a deal.” 

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Hello !

Please make my dream come true! 50!s Agatha protecting lesbian reader who wear men's clothing (if you are ok writing this topic of course)

Thank you very much !

and what about it? || 50s!agnes x reader

tags; touchy agnes, agnes & wanda are r’s best friends, dottie being evil, r being made fun of for how she’s dressed, yearning, light makeout

a/n; i actually loved writing this, i hope i did ur idea justice! also i love this pairing so like if anyone has any other requests for these two, not as like a series but as a group of one shots that can still be standalones pls lmk bc i ❤️ 50’s!agnes !!!!!!!

hands shaking, you made your way over to the group, who sat huddled together around dottie’s pool, except for agnes and wanda, who both sat slightly further away, agnes pouring more alcohol into her glass, and wanda sipping what she already had gently as the pair giggled at what seemed to be an inside joke. as the gate creaked open, the pair spun around to look at you.

you knew you dressed differently to the other women, opting for trousers and jackets over dresses and cardigans, but you didn’t see why it should be as big of a deal as it was, and neither did your two friends. you could tell that this was not going to be the case with this particular group of people as soon as you saw their expressions.

“oh my god, what is she wearing?” dottie asked, earning a giggle from the rest of the girls, bar agnes and wanda, as she swirled her drink.

this is a bad idea you thought, grateful that you’d recieved an invite from wanda, but currently wishing that the idea to do so had never ever crossed her mind. as you spun on your heel, deciding that you should just leave, agnes grabbed your wrist, tightly.

“hiya, hon!” she grinned, moving over on the seat and motioning for you to sit next to her. the grip on your wrist loosened, but never left as she began to fidget with a chain bracelet that you wore around it, a birthday gift from wanda. dottie opened her mouth to say something else, but agnes shut her up quickly, sending a glare in her direction. she seemed to get the hint as she looked back at the other girls to join in on a conversation, probably about some gossip that you didn’t care about.

you sat, listening to wanda recounting a story about when she was moving in with vision, as the three of you giggled. agnes lifted her hand, and when she put it back down, it rested on your thigh, causing your breath to hitch slightly. you had always known agnes to be quite a physical person when it came to showing affection, you had both seen it and experienced it first hand, but the way she linked arms with wanda and touched her arm when she found something shocking or funny were very different to her holding your waist when she was talking to or messing with your hair when she thought you weren’t looking.

suddenly, the conversation going on with the other women died down, and dottie cleared her throat.

“you know, y/n,” she began, causing agnes to roll her eyes and reach for the wine yet again, “you could be really pretty if you weren’t dressed like that.”

“well thank you dottie, really appreciate it.” you spat, ready to leave.

“why is it that you dress like that again?” she asked, glaring up at you.

“because i like it.” you replied, frustration lacing your tone.

“but you look like a boy.” she replied, furrowing her brows.

“and what about it?” agnes butted in, something in her tone that you’d never heard before, “what’s it doing to you?”

“agnes-“

“no, hon! i want her to answer me.” she was seething.

dottie could do nothing but mumble as agnes downed the rest of her drink, and dragged you out of dottie’s garden by the waist.

“agnes, you didn’t have to-“ you mumbled as she led you out.

“i know i didn’t, doll.” she nodded, as you stopped out on the street.

“so why did you?” you asked, wanting answers,

“i didn’t like how she was talking about you, baby.” she replied, before she stopped as the nickname seemed to slip out of her.

“what is this, agnes?” you asked, preparing yourself for her answer.

“what’s what?” she laughed, nervously.

“this.” you motioned between you, “this ‘doll, baby, hon, darling’.”

“well they’re just nicknames.” she smiled, trying to play it off.

“i don’t see you calling wanda baby.” you pressed.

“well that’s because…” she started, but the words seemed to run away from her.

“that’s because what, agnes? use your words.” you whispered, as her hands pulled you closer and yours fell onto her waist. her breath hitched.

“i don’t want to.” she let out all in one breath, and she couldn’t even take another one before her lips were on yours. you weren’t sure what you were expecting when she kissed you, but it was not this. you couldn’t get enough of each other. her lips fought with your own as she backed you into the wall of dottie’s house, gasping for air between kisses. she kissed you harder, running her hands through your hair as you let out a quiet noise.

“what do you say i take you home, huh hon.” she mumbled as she attempted to break the kiss.

“sounds good.” you replied, before you closed the gap between you again.

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━ ✧ unraveling you | chapter 1 - welcome to westview!

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series synopsis: Trapped inside Westview, Agatha Harkness was reduced to Agnes. The noisy neighbor and nothing more than that. Until a meteor rain brought something strong to Westview. Something strong enough to help her, and maybe strong enough to free her. You. In a journey to save herself by teaching you the ways of magic, Agatha Harkness wants one thing only: to avenge herself.

Agnes woke up before the alarm, unsure if she even slept last night.

Standing in front of the bedside table, surrounded by shadows and whispers of familiar voices, cold water soaked her feet. It rained at midnight. She remembers it now. Soon Agnes will forget about it, but for now she remembers.

The analog glitched, its numbers changing again. Agnes tried to blink. It never works. Not before the right time. Rubbing bellow her sore eyes, Agnes felt the trace of tears. It wasn’t raining, a familiar voice whispered on her ears. If only she knew whom it belongs to. My tears flooded this cursed place.

Something trembled inside her mind. Hatred. Agnes didn’t knew she could name her feelings. Hatred, hatred, hatred. That made her laugh, but then the clock changed again. Time to wake up. The rebellion was gone just as quickly as it came.

She made her bed, without noticing that the pillowcase was left backwards. Agnes opened the curtains. It had stopped raining already. Something told her to dry the floor. It was an order, and she obeyed. What else could she do?

The kitchen was next on her assorted routine. Agnes made coffee, without any sweetener, althought she prefers tea. She drank it all in one gulp. It burned her tongue and throat.

She stared at the knifes on the counter top. It was impossible to not wonder. To not imagine a different path. An exit door. If only she were allowed to get near them. If only Agnes could grab one of them and just…

Agnes took her keys and stood before the main door. She smiled widely. As she walked outside, her hands waived automatically to her neighboors.

An empty puppet, something whispered in her ears. You lived far too long. Agnes agreed.

― Good morning, hot suff! ― Agnes purred, opening the fence. ― A good day to be good, am I right?

Sarah Proctor bumped her head against the car. It was too early for someone to be that noisy. She rolled her eyes and went back to taking her groceries out of the car, ignoring Agnes’ presence.

― Just drop the act ― Sarah murmured to herself.

Agnes passed by her, continuing her daily walk through town. After wandering around the center, her path ended at an isolated grove. She sat on a bench still damp from last night rain and gazed at the sky.

After an hour the watch on her hand bipped, allowing Agnes to go back home. Later that day, the clock on her kitchen’s wall gave her permission to eat. Another on the living room made her turn on the TV. Then off. One informed her of when to go to bed.

That morning, when the clock woke her up, Agnes threw it against the wall. It ricocheted, the metal colliding against the bricks, and slid under her bed. It kept on echoing inside her head.

When Agnes got out of bed, it stopped.

Agnes ate eggs with no salt and drank old, icy coffee.

― I am happy ― Agnes smiled, glaring at herself through a mirror on the kitchen’s wall. Lips ever so enchanting. Her cheeks burned. And so did her eyes. ― Don’t look at the knifes. You are happy.

Forced to walk out of that place ― she can’t call it home, no magic or spell can make Agnes call it home ―, Agnes felt the cold tears against her skin. More of a drizzle than a tempest, but uncomfortable still. Without an umbrella or warm clothes, Agnes continued her day.

Part of her wanted to know what month it was. It’s raining more often. Which season are they on? The other part knew that time meant little now. It lost its meaning when she stopped trying. She can’t remember how long ago that was.

She can’t remember most things now.

Gazing at the sky, all she could see were gray clouds. They moved slowly, the air changing their shapes as it continues to rain. Then, something passed right throught it. An blue line crossing the sky, leaving an trail of smoke behind. Dozens upon dozens of them fell from the sky, all ending the gray hanging over Westview.

Meteor rain.

It burned so brightly. The fire catching as they passed right throught the atmosphere seemed rosy from where Agnes stood, watching intensively the espectacle. The rain ceased, the clouds dissolving so the blue sky was visible.

It is beautiful. Agnes laughed. The world really is.

Agnes watched as they dissapeared in the sky. All meteors burned until they were barely tiny rocks. Once so powerfull, now reduced to nothing out of Earth’s nature. Except by one. It was bigger than the others, and it glistened red. It continued falling, crossing the sky with ease, as if its fate was to be a constant presence.

Her laugh ceased when Agnes realized it was too close.

Unable to move away, to say anything, Agnes was the witness of its destruction. It crashed into the trees of the grove, tearing everything on its way down. The wood turned into dust, the grass disappeared, the rainwater boiled. An endless moment of pure despair.

It was so beautiful.

A circle of fog expanded throught the grove with its impact. It covered everything there. Agnes coughed, trying to protect her face from the hot air.

Agnes tried to find her way towards the meteor. Ignoring the destruction, she focused on a pearly glow deep into the grove. Outlined by the trees, it glistened. Agnes just wanted to see it closer.

It has been so long since she last wanted something.

The pearly glow started to fade, and a woman’s silhouette appeared in the middle of it. It looked like she was walking on fire, then it suddenly was the opposite. She was brighter than anything else. The only thing shining in this whole world.

And she looked at Agnes, eyes burning in a white liquid light. A sign of strength. Of power and potential. Agnes was unaware that her own shined purple, overflowing with her magic.

The woman fell unconsious on the floor, leaving Agnes to figure out how to take her home.

 ― Welcome to Westview ― Agnes murmured to herself. ― Home is where you make it.

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The universe was fated to end in harmony.

All worlds crumbled together. Suns imploded in waves, disturbing the planets orbiting around it. Galaxies crashed against one another, satelites imploding and changing comets’ paths.

Colors that were once infinite, sounds that were once the only unavoidable event, all faded.

Nothing remains. No darkness, no vacuum, no space to be rebuilt. Nothing except them, ready to go and never look back. The job was finished. They turned out the lights, cleaned the mess. Now it’s time to leave and lock the door behind them.

― I can start it over ― you declared. ― Get it right this time. Do it right.

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The ceiling was molding. It was the first thing you’ve noticed. Not only was it visibly molding but you could smell it too. Those facts came accompanied by a doubt: who’s ceiling was that?

― Morning, beautiful ― a energetic voice startled you.

You moved your neck, now seeing the woman standing at the other side of the room. As you sat on the bed, back against the icy wall, your whole body throbbed.

― You’ve slept for quite sometime now ― she pointed out. A voice so full with energy, and yet her eyes were sore. She looked exhausted. ― Do you remember anything that happened?

You tried to think of what you did last. Of where you were. Nothing came to your mind. You are here now. There is no before. There is just this room, that tired woman and doubts you don’t have a way to answer.

― Who are you? ― You rubbed your face, trying to get your mind to work. Your heart vibrate inside your chest. ― What is happening?

Agnes saw that same light pooring through your eyes again. That pearly glow defying the rules of gravity. Little rays of energy came out of your fingers, and their intensity made the room vibrate.

Your magic was untamed.

Tempting.

― I know as much as you do ― Agnes sat down beside you. She reach out for you, stroking your back slowly. As if you were a beast chosing between attacking or running away. ― Breath in, breath out. There is no need for you to panic.

You tried to do as she said. Again and again, you tried to calm yourself. The energy on your eyes disappeared, the power gone, revealing tears about to escape.

Agnes wiped your cheek. The tear glistened, and Agnes saw it for what it was: a crystal. When her thumb brushed against it, the crystal penetrated her skin. She saw it disappearing on her finger, but felt nothing.

Keep her around, that voice told her. This time, it sounded different. Like it came from a different plane of existence, one that suddenly became closer to her own. Agnes recognizes it now. That voice was her own. Don’t let her go.

You did something to her. To Agatha Harkness. Not Agnes, not the noisy neighboor, not an middle age lady with something flirtatious to say. She is Agatha Harkness. You shattered something, and Agatha needs you to fully break it.

― There is something about you ― still, the words were pronounced by Agnes. That tooth-aching sweet tone, so fake and unhuman. ― Something impressive about you. Reminds me of someone I used to know.

― Used to?

Agnes opened her mouth, but the words she wanted didn’t made out of it. Agatha could think, but Agnes is the one that can act. And Agnes isn’t allowed to do as it pleases her.

― It’s fine ― you saw right throught her. She wanted to say something, but couldn’t. You felt it in your bones. ― If you can’t talk about it.

Can’t. Not don’t want. You said can’t.

The clock interrupting her line of thought once more. Time for another walk. Agnes kneeled down, getting it from under the bed. She glared at it, broken in pieces and still ticking.

That bitch can’t be simple, can she?

Agnes’ threw it out of the window.

― It’s that annoying?

― Honey, you don’t even know.

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The leaves levitated, dancing on the sky. From the questroom on the second floor you couldn’t see the ground. For you, the leaves were flying etternaly. A matter of perspective.

Your back burned. You were being watched. Turning around, you expect to see Agnes. The woman you meet a day prior. That funny, tired, noisy woman who took care of you when you needed it the most. Instead, by the open door of your room, tiny black eyes glared at you.

You kneeled down and waited for it to get closer. When it did, you stroked its ears. So soft against your palm, malleable and warm. A rabbit. You remember. That tiny animal is called a rabbit.

― Let’s buy something different for dinner ― Agnes entered the room, cleaning her hands with a towel. You smelled raw meat. And you don’t know how, but you knew she would rather starve than to eat that again. ― Put on some clothes.

You continued to scratch the rabbit’s ear.

― I’m already using clothes.

― You’re using a nightgown.

― And? ― It was a honest question. Agnes could tell. ― Is it wrong to wear that?

That naivety intrigues Agnes. She saw it on Wanda before. That need to pretend the world is somewhere simple than it is by turning yourself into someone easier to be. Something happened to you. Something that you rather forget than face.

No honest questions or sweet smiles will make Agnes forget you came with the meteors. That you smelled like magic and potential. You’re strong. Strong enough to recover from whatever stole your memories. All you need is time. Agnes will give you that.

And when you’re to pay for your debt, Agnes will chose what to take from you.

― He likes you ― Agnes said. She opened the wardrobe, looking for something you could use outside. ― Señor Scratchy, I mean. That’s no very common.

― I like him too ― you yawn. ― You could feel it, right Señor Scratchy?

Cute.

Agnes put some clothes on the bed and walked from the room, giving you time to change. After long enough for Agnes to get impatient, you appeared on the kitchen. In front of the main door, Agnes grabbed the keys.

― Do you remember anything else now? ― She unlooked the door, trying to look like she wasn’t giving to much thought to the subject.

It wasn’t the first time Agnes asked you that, but it was the first time you had something to say.

― Yes, I do!

― Oh ― Agnes smiled. ― And what is it?

― Señor Scratchy is a rabbit!

Agnes opened the main door, nodding to herself. That was on her, she admits it. She better lower her expectations. Althought, it is curious you know what a rabbit is. She wonders if maybe you hit your head after the meteor crashed. Perhaps it’s a medical case, not a magic one.

But her intuition says the contrary, and Agnes trusts it enough.

― Of course, sweetheart ― she murmured. ― A rabbit.

You weren’t paying attention on her. Wandering out of the house, you just observed the world. It was the first time you got out of the house. So many lights and colors, they all blend together to create new things. From that tiny window, all you could see were trees and the skies. But this…

― Wow ― you laughed. ― Oh my.

Agnes held you by the shoulders to make you walk towards the center. Instead of behaving, you just walked whenever you wanted to. A few times Agnes had to stop you from crashing against a car.

― Can you stop moving? ― Agnes hissed, following you. ― We were supposed to head…

― Morning, Agnes! ― A neighbor she don’t remember the name waived at her.

― Morning, sweetie!

When she turned back, you were gone. Agnes cursed, running towards you on the other side of the street. Agnes crossed the park’s entrance, but stopped trying to reach for you when she noticed what this place was. A graveyard.

She just wanted to buy pork.

Agnes made to where you stood, glaring at an old grave. It was molding, and part of it fell down. In silence, she observed it. The birthday was unkown. The death was a few years prior. What happened to them?

― What are those? ― You looked at her. ― That’s a weird place.

― They bury dead people here ― Agnes explained to you. ― And write some things about them on stone. Birthday, date of death, name, maybe a pretty sentence.

― Why?

― I’m not really sure ― she admitted. ― I guess it makes the living feel better.

― I don’t have a name ― was your response. You pointed at the grave, but Agnes kept on looking at you. ― I want that one.

Agnes laughed. A real, belly aching laugh.

― Stealing someone’s name, huh? ― Agnes nodded to herself. ― I don’t think they will miss it.

As you explored the cemetery, Agnes watched over you, testing your new name on her tongue.

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Palace of the Sun

Sequel to Shadows We Cast.

Georgeann Mercer has been hard at work since her meeting with Congresswomen Singer and Mother Dusk. The Red Stone Project had been shot down, but the Mothers had thought about it and had decided that it may not be the worst idea to have a real home at Red Mesa. Somewhere their followers could visit or live without the need to camp in the wilderness. So it was that the Red Stone Project was revived with a new goal in mind.

All the mining provisions were stripped away and replaced with plans for a palace set into the stone. There would be room enough for dozens of followers to pay worship to the Sun and to pay fealty to the Mothers in their garden.

Georgann proved to be quite the asset for the Daughters of the Sun. She worked hard and gathered resources quickly and quietly. Mother Dusk had even blessed her as a Daughter of the Moon, something she never thought she'd do on their first meeting. But her worship had been fervent and her tongue had been impressive.

For the grand opening, Dr. Card brought her mother and her sister. They'd been desperate to see where Katherine had been doing all her research. But they were surprised when they arrived to find a palace made of shining white rock inlayed with swirling gold veins. They'd surely been expecting to find what Katherine had found on that first visit: firepits and canvas tents. They'd come a long way in a short time.

Katherine was sure to introduce them to Mother as soon as they arrive.

"I'm Agnes," the woman said, holding out her hand. Even her skin was like gold and so warm. Each woman shook and felt a little more at ease. "We're happy to welcome you here. Katherine has become like a member of the family. So that means you're family, too."

They sat down to dine ass the sun set and Katherine poured her family a glass of the clearest water they'd ever seen which they happily drank. The palace was beautiful but the heat was getting to them.

"This is the same toast I was given on my first night here. The same drink and the same prayer," Katherine told them. "So He fills us with his heat, we fill you."

The lightheadedness came. The warmth from within.

"So He leaves the Earth bare in the night, we must be bare as well."

The women were already too groggy to gasp as Katherine's shawl slid from her shoulders leaving her completely naked before them.

"So He brightens our lives, we must brighten each other's."

"I was the one to bring Katherine into the fold," Agnes said, also stripping naked at the table. "It was only right that I be here for your induction. You may now call me Mother Agni. I am the keeper of the flame and the bringer of heat, and you are now my disciples."

"Say, 'Yes, Mother,'" Katherine whispered in their ears.

"Yes, Mother," her mother and sister intoned sleepily. Katherine pulled their clothes off and placed them on the table. She pulled them to their feet, presented before their Mother.

"The Sun makes no distinction between His creatures. He heats them all and brings them joy. And so we make no distinction either. You are not mother and daughter here. You are both only Daughters of the Sun. Lay upon the table and drink of each other's juices. Worship Him by satisfying His work and stoking His flame."

"Yes, Mother."

The two collapsed onto the table, each mouth locked onto the other's dripping cunts. Moans of ecstasy filled the room and Mother beckoned Katherine to her side.

"You have done well, Katherine. You must be proud of your family."

"My only family are the Daughters of the Sun," Katherine said reverently. "They were my family once, and now they can be again."

Mother Agni smiled at her disciple and noted her zeal. She could make a good Mother someday.

Continue the Story in Bathed in Light.

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Mood - Trent Alexander Arnold x black female reader part 2

Summary: In which you and Trent were sneaky links at one point in life and he got sick of you. You’ve now returned back to Liverpool and old feelings resurface.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Asshole!Trent, swearing, smut if you squint a little,Toxic!Trent, and probably more that I can’t think off the top my head.

Excuse any errors

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“Cmon Trent. Faster Arnold. Faster.” Coach Klein practically spat out. Blowing the players ear drums. It was way too early for them to be doing sprints and jogging around the pitch.

But that was Coach Klein for you. It was karma for the boys that decided to go late drinking last night. Some didn’t even show up but the others were suffering and throwing up on the grass due to their hangover.

Thankfully Trent wasn’t like those idiots and instead focused more on getting his extra gaming time. Which consisted of him gaming non stop from 6pm to 3am.

Pretty crazy right.

“How are you not dying.” One of the guys panted, adjusting his shirt as he had gotten tackled to the ground earlier.

“Because I was smart unlike you guys and didn’t go out binge drinking before a practice.” Trent scowled as he began doing high knee touches. He was fine.

“Oh shut up Arnold.”

The sound of loud music blasting through a speaker had made everyone glance up to see who it could be. Tyler the oldest Arnold had came running from the building.

“Trent!” He called out frantically once he finally got come on the pitch. Trent paused confused on why he was so static.

“What?”

Tyler attempted to reveal what had him rushing over here but damn did he wish that he was athletic.

“Agnes is coming.” He rasped out hands on his knees and all. However Trent didn’t see anything odd about her appearance.

Because she was known to always randomly show up at his training sessions. Only because she wanted to see Ibrahima.

The two were in the talking stage and she had taken a huge liking in him. Of course Trent approved but threatened him with the typical.

If you break her heart I’ll break you. But he knew that he was harmless so he didn’t really mind.

“Okay and what? She always comes to the training session.” Trent still wasn’t seeing the messages and tried to push past Tyler to see why the whole team was crowded around the fence.

“Bro can you move…” Trent rolled his eyes but Tyler didn’t budge. He just looked down knowing mostly because he knew that Y/n and Agnes had arrived which of course was turning head.

All he wanted to do was protect his brother because lord only knows how he was gonna react. After a more seconds of arguing back and forth Tyler saw how Trent’s face dropped and it dawned on him.

Trent couldn’t think straight. Was that you? You had surely matured physically. You had golden locs that went down to your bottom. Your body was covered in a couple of tattoos. Nothing to extreme. He wasn’t exactly surprised as you had voiced wanting to get tattoos when you two were “together”.

But you never did it because he claimed that it wouldn’t suit you. What a cunt right. And as soon you had glanced up your face fell and your heart dropped to your ass. It was like you were in a trance that you couldn't seem to break out of. Especially since this supposed pick up that Agnes needed to get was from Trent?!

Which she failed to notify you the second she woke you up from your beauty sleep claiming she needed to get her charger and she didn't want to go alone. Now you felt dumb because clearly this was her plan.

To get you to rip the band-Aid off and get the unwieldy situation over and done with. Better to do it now then at the family get together. Suddenly you felt the urge to let everything out you had this morning. Dashing past Agnes, you sprinted past her in her directly into the ladies restroom.

Meanwhile Trent had turned to the nearest bin and released his stomach. Causing all of his teammates to grimace in disgust, and in sympathy as some knew the reason for his little episode.

''It's okay buddy, let it all out.'' Tyler patted his back with a uptight smile, not knowing his brother could get a weak stomach from just seeing his ex.

'' I can't believe you lied to me!'' You seethed at Agnes aggressively chucking water at her which she dodged trying to not laugh. You were currently hiding in the restroom not wanting to go out there as you expected Trent to still be present practicing.

Honestly you didn't think you would be able to take the stares after your little stunt plus him being there let alone was a whole dilemma.

''To be fair I never lied to you, I already told you I was getting something from a friend.'' She shrugged not seeing the problem at all.

''Yeah well Trent isn't your friend he's your brother and my ex sneaky link!'' You recalled acting as if she had amnesia. The two continued quarrel until finally y/n had gotten over mini mental break down and they went to the pitch where all the guys had continued their drills as if her presence was known existent. Good. It was what you had desired.

''Good to see you y/n. I'm sorry that my idiot of a sister didn't give you a heads up.'' Tyler side eyed Agnes, as he brought you into a hug which made you chuckle. Years later and they still bickered like little kids things never change.

''Oh piss off Ty!'' She rolled her eyes knowing that her intentions weren't pure and that the plan didn't go through. Trent and you still haven't spoken however you could feel his heated gaze on you which was quite annoying.

''No because you knew damn well what you were doing talking about damn charger my ass.'' You had zoned out from the conversation and let your eyes drift up to the dread-head who was already looking at you.

He rolled his eyes and went back to kicking the ball which made your heart clench a little. Why was he being so cold? Acting as if you were the one that left him all high and dry when in reality it was him that fucked up your situationship.

Now he just ruined your mood completely you're gonna a have a attitude the whole day because of him.

"Trent, bring your butt over here!" Agnes hollered loudly sounding like one of those hoodrats, which judging by the way Trent grimaced he was without a doubt embarrassed.

He quickly jogged over and you couldn't refrain from ogling how his thighs looked so scrumptious in those football shorts. As he jogged over the way they tensed, and how his build was so broad but the second he opened his mouth you wished he never opened it.

Or the way his locs bounced with every jog he truly was beautiful but he no longer belonged to you.

''Yes what do you want Agnes. im in the middle of a game.'' He scorned his tone dissmissive as he greeted her with a hug, and barely acknowledged which made you swallow the lump in your throat.

prick

''First of all you better fix that tone and i dont care if you're in the middle of a game. I want my charger.'' She hisses,making him groan as his teammates chuckled in the back at how he was getting his ass given to him by his older sister.

'' fine fine its in my bag.'' He quickly retreived his bag and chucked her the charger going back to the field.

''Wait, are you even go greet Y/n!?' Trent simply ignored her comment jogging back on the field which made Agnes so furious, that she almost was about to beat his ass for his lack of manners but Tyler held her back.

''He's such a dickhead how is gonna greet me and not you.'' Agnes ranted as she drove back to her apartment. She couldn't wrap her head around why her brother was so rude and moody.

She spoke with him on the phone earlier and he seemed to be in good sprits, then now as soon You came into the picture he was suddenly a heartless prick.

''Seriously, Agnes it's fine you know him better than I do he'll come around eventually hes not a rude person, the walls will crumble eventually.''

Agnes sent you a odd look. This was not the y/n she knew she was more hot headed and probably would've have slapped Trent on that field after his nonsense.

''You seem less madder than me, what's up with that girl?''

You let out a chuckle leaning back in the passanger seat.'' Oh trust me, I am pissed. But I am not gonna let some dread-head ruin my mood. I came to Liverpool for you not his punk ass.''

On top of that you had been dedicating spending more time with god and this was a prime example of you changing for the better. Because like Agnes stated the old you would've killed Trent for his little stunt.

Yet you decided to be the bigger and better person. You don't need him in your life he was temporary. Maybe its good that he ignored you could be released from his shackles.

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A few days later

Today was the day that you were meant to go to visit Dianna and Victor. Oh how you missed Dianne's cooking her scrumptious shepherds pie that she would make every holiday. Fortunately, it was Easter so this was the only thing you were quite exhilarated for besides seeing the rest of the Arnold family.

''Why are you in such good spirits.'' Agnes had came out of her bedroom to see you dancing and singing along to Megan thee Stallion. A broom in your right hand being used presumably as your microphone.

You glanced up not even bothered by her appearance instead turning down the music and observing how her beautiful curly hair was a birds nest.

A frown was displayed on her lips at the amount of ruckus going on.

''Because I am happy to see my husband."' You recited that one tik tok audio of Beyonce, that has been going viral. And she chuckles knowing damn well you were talking about the shepherd pie.

"Okay is that all? Because I have a really sexy looking man and his name is bed.'' She chortled with sarcasm.'' And I really really wanna see him so do you mind!'' Agnes was slowly starting to lose her mind and you've only been here for a week.

She just can stand how you randomly get burst of energy to do something.

Like one time she woke up at 4am to find you vaccuming the floor as you claimed the white noise soothed your mind. Or the time where her and her man were trying to get her freak on and you barged in asking about what pizza you wanted.

Lets just say, being your roommate was not the easiest. She loved you to death but honestly she gives Trent credit for keeping up with your shennigans.

Having a talk with you is definitely one of the things on her list after the dinner.

''Of course not, knock yourself out girl.''

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Time skip to dinner

It was around 6:30 pm now and you and Agnes had arrived an hour early to keep her parents company. Fortunately for you, Trent and his brothers were sent out to get Nandos for the family so you just missed him. However that didn't mean that his name still wasn't being mentioned even though he was not present.

''So how are you and Trent.'' Diana smoothly brought her son up, as you helped her in the kitchen with the turkey that was due to be placed in the oven.

Peering up, you flashed her a fake smile not wanting to tell her how he practically gave you the cold shoulder the other day while at his practice. It was petty and childish.

He should have greeted you but you were with Trent long enough to know how petty he was. So you weren't entirely shook by his cold demeanour

'' Respectfully Dianne, there was never a Trent and I. We were just two kids mucking around.'' Dianne had straightened up her face was netural which scared you a bit. Because you never knew how could she be feeling.

''It was pointless and in the end he made up his mind to end it so that's it. So can we please focus on the more positive things.'' You exhaled, trying to not get yourself riled up over her son,

Dianne just pursed her lips with a soft smile , you had matured so much since the last time she had seen you. Because the old you, oh lord knows you would've made Trent's life hell.

'' Understood.''

As on cue, the boys came home their loud scouser accents filled the entire household along with Caleb's laughter. Once they boys had noticed you they wasted no time rushing over and hugging you.

Well Trent…. he just nodded.

Lord take the wheel was all you thought.

this was going to be an eventful night.

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I’m so sorry for the long wait guys! I had major sitters block but this imagine is written and that’s all that matters!

And I also wanna thank you guys so much for all the love and support in both the Jude and Trent imagines. I honestly didn’t think it would blow up but thank youuuu.

I’ll see you in the next part.🤎🤎

[deeptrashwitch]

A Haunting Past (part 13)

This is the last appearence of Aly (@alypink OC) and the WTF (@islandtarochips OCs) until the end of this serie! So thank you so much for letting me include your OCs here, queridas! They were so funny to write and made the story a lot more dinamic :3 LOVE YOU!!

Also, as usual, thanks and a shout out to my bestie @islandtarochips for being my beta reader. You're marvelous 💖💖

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Tw: This part has no triggers! So it's safe to read, enjoy it ^^

Alicia was sitting behind her desk, her mind once again going through all the possibilities about Artemis' death. With a long sigh she passed a hand down her face, bouncing her leg out of pure stress. As she leaned against her chair the silence became unbearable and again her thoughts went over and over everything. Especially William's cause of death.

Haloperidol. An antipsychotic used for many illnesses, two of them are schizophrenia and panic disorder. It only made her remember the last time she spoke with William, he told her about his diagnosis of severe panic disorder and it only made her wonder one thing. Who else knew? No matter how long she thought about it, there was no way William's wife or kids did that…then who?

Soon Wraith called her back to reality. It was time for the WTF, Aly and Lily to go back to their homes. In silence Alicia nodded and went to the yard with her sunglasses covering her tired eyes. She managed to smile a bit as she shook hands with Agnes, Nigel and Aelan, noticing that her team basically monopolized them to chat for a while before they headed towards the airport. Then she looked at Aly, Lily, Kanoa and Tiala as she tried to smile more when she noticed how they were already exchanging their goodbyes.

She hugged Aly first and poked Lily's cheek. "Thanks for everything, Aly. Come back whenever you have the chance to visit. My doors are always open for you and Lily."

"Maybe when everything is done, okay?" Aly said with a soft smile. "Take care, Licia, you're doing great."

"Thank you…"

After that the Humvee that came for Aly and Lily left Black Tomb. For a second she didn't move, then she went to speak with Tiala and Kanoa. She hugged Tiala tightly as she thanked her for coming to help.

"Don't thank me, that's part of our work." She said jokingly before leaning back as she gave the Captain a small and friendly smile. "Also, what are friends for? I'm happy we could help even for just a little bit."

Alicia smiled a bit. "You helped us more than you think. WAY more."

"Good to know, Licia. By the way, are you okay? You seem tired, more than usual."

"I'll be fine," Alicia said as she looked away, "don't worry, Tia, it's just…a memory."

Tiala looked at her worried. "I see. I hope you find some rest and peace soon."

"...I hope the same. I'll keep you informed if anything happens." 

"Yeah, thanks. Take care, seriously." 

Alicia nodded and then looked at Kanoa, who simply hugged her in silence. For a minute they stayed like that and Alicia didn't say anything as a tear ran down her face.

"Please, Licia…if anything happens…you can always call me or Tia." Kanoa said softly, tightening the hug.

"I will." She promised as she closed her eyes. "I just need time to sort this out but don't worry, I don't intend to give up on anything now."

"Lelei..."

Alicia scoffed and smiled sadly. "Sorry for worrying you, Noa."

"Don't say sorry. Just get well soon."

"I will, I promise."

Then they broke the hug and Alicia stared down as the two vehicles that transported the WTF also left the base. In silence, the smile on her face disappeared and her shoulders fell with tiredness. At the same time, Wraith impulsed herself off the wall she was leaning into and walked towards the tiring Captain.

"You can't keep doing this." Dominique said with a sigh. 

"If it's for the clash of interests-"

"It's not that. I see how tired you are. Since Brazil you've been going on without rest and being stress of all of this. This isn't helping."

"So what? You'll send me to medical leave as the Marines did?" Alicia asked bitter and rudely. "Am I that discardable?"

"Alicia…"

Then she sighed and put a hand over her face. "I'm sorry, I…"

"...Take a rest, at least two or three days. Go home."

"I guess it's for the best, huh?"

"For your health."

Alicia nodded and simply looked at where her team was. "Luke, you're in charge while I'm gone."

"Alicia? Are you going somewhere?" Luke asked, surprised as he looked at his Captain.

"I'll go home for a few days. Please keep the base running, yeah?" 

"Uh, yeah, sure." 

"Thanks, boy."

And like that Alicia left Black Tomb that same night towards her parents' ranch. Once there, she put on a good face as she hugged her mom and helped her dad inside his workshop. Trying to keep up with the jokes as she was thankful that her siblings weren't there. 

And once the night arrived. She found herself inside the same room she stayed in during that year she was out. 

She left the bag over the bed and in the middle of the silence and the darkness, she sighed heavily as the thoughts started again. However, this time she wasn't wondering about anything. Now she simply started to laugh in silence as she felt her blood boil and as soon she saw the damn badge of that operation. Something snapped. A deadly anger crossed her face in a second.

With a rageful scream, she threw down everything over her desk and her breathing became shallow. In the middle of her anger, she kicked her chair and broke a leg of it before throwing the stupid badge against the wall. She calmed down after a while and she stared at the disaster inside that room, just to feel disgust.

It was like those days when she was back from Angola. It felt like she was that version of herself that she tried to hide. The remains of the Guardian she once was.

"Oh God…what am I doing?" She whispered as she let herself collapse on the floor. 

In silence she hugged her knees while the silence took over again and the mess that was around her stayed still. She denied herself to break or even to admit what she really wanted. It wasn't the time and neither a good idea for her to do.

Days passed and Alicia received some little updates from Luke about Black Tomb but nothing big. She left her phone over her desk before going outside as she sat under a tree and closed her eyes with a long sigh. For a while she stayed like that before the sound of soft crunch on the grass caught her attention and it made her open her eyes. When she straightened up a bit, her eyes widened.

"Alejo?" She asked surprised.

He smiled sadly. "Hey amor. I hope I'm not late or arriving on a bad moment?" 

"No, I…was just taking a break from work, that's all." 

"Good to know."

He sat beside her and they didn't say a word for a moment.

"I assume you have an answer, right?" Alicia asked.

"Yeah."

"Y'know, I get it. I kinda know what you're gonna say and…I can't blame you. I'd leave too." Alicia said with her voice broken and almost on the verge of tears.

"I'm not leaving."

"What?" 

"My answer is still the same as I gave you once." He said as he gave her a soft expression before cupping her face. "No matter what you did or what you have done. I'll stay."

Alicia shook her head as she closed her eyes and cried in silence. "You…you don't even know what's going on inside my head. The kind of thoughts I have."

"I will stay anyway." 

"I might lose myself in all of this."

"I won't let you."

"There might be a point when I'll become a monster, y'know?"

Alejandro cleaned her tears gently. "You aren't a monster, I don't think you'll ever be. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier…"

Alicia started to choke on a sob before hugging Alejandro as she rested her head against his chest. She started to cry. All the stress, the pain, the sadness and the fear she felt slowly started to bubble up as she cried. Meanwhile Alejandro just held her in silence, feeling impotence as he saw all the pain his lover had endured all this time. For a while they stayed in that position until Alicia ran out of tears and just looked at Alejandro with her red puffy eyes from crying.

"I'm quite curious about something." Alejandro asked cautiously.

Alicia sighed and smiled tiredly. "Is it about Firewall?" 

"More or less, I just need to understand how you came to that point." 

"Remember when we first broke up?" 

"I do. You had an offer and I assume it was for the 267."

She nodded calmly as she stared at the landscape. "As I became a Sergeant, I was offered a place inside the 267. I was really happy about that."

"Yeah, I bet you were really excited."

"Almost as much as you when you were accepted into the Los Vaqueros too."

"True, we were both really excited. It…feels like a long time ago."

"It was a long time ago." Alicia said with a tired chuckle.

Alejandro smiled softly. "...How was the 267?" 

"They…they were amazing. We were some of the best Marines across the US. At least in the continental US." She said with a sad tone of voice. "I arrived while Artemis was Captain and Deepwater was Lieutenant, they were good leaders."

"Artemis? Deepwater?" Alejandro asked confusingly. Since he never heard of those names before.

"William was Artemis, he got the nickname because of his aim. The bastard was a grumpy asshole and he made us train until we almost collapsed. He was…the one that encouraged me to volunteer for the Lanceros course, I mean, I had the idea but he gave me the last push, y'know?"

"He sounds like a good man."

"He was. And well, Oliver is Deepwater because of his apnea record. We met inside the 267 and we became friends soon enough. He has always been mysterious and cynical too, but always had a good joke or some snarky comment to make." Alicia said with a sad smile. "When he became Captain…he became a bit colder, but other than that, he was the same."

"Was? Like, in the past?" 

Alicia sighed and closed her eyes, leaning her back against the tree. "After Operation Firewall and the case Broken Statue, he blamed me for letting my people die. And honestly? For a while I agreed, and he became colder and more resented against me by the day."

"I see."

"He still is cold because of what happened, maybe also because William died and I wasn't there to even say goodbye."

Alejandro nodded and sighed softly. "Alicia, I just want to know something more."

"Shoot."

"If you find out who betrayed you, what will you do?"

"Honestly……I have no idea." Alicia admitted with a sigh, "For so much time I thought I'd feel AFRAID of ever knowing, but…"

"But?"

"I'm ANGRY…to a point I think I might be able to kill that person if I ever learn who it was. And yet, at the same time I feel like it wouldn't be the right thing to do."

"Would you forgive them?" 

"No, I'll never. But I don't think I'll kill them myself either. I have so much to lose."

Alejandro nodded in silence and simply hugged her gently, to which she just leaned against him with a sigh. Soon Andrea, Alicia's mom, poked her head outside of the house looking for Alicia.

"Oh, sorry if I interrupted." She said with a chuckle. "But your phone's ringing, Andina, seems urgent." 

Alicia frowned slightly. "Uh, did you see if the number was private or had a name, mom?" 

"It said Deepwater, does it ring a bell?”

“Actually, it does.” Alicia murmured confused, then looked at Alejandro. “Sorry cariño, you mind if I-?”

Alejandro nodded. “No worries, go ahead.”

Alicia smiled and kissed his forehead before heading inside. Once inside the house, she took her phone and frowned slightly at the number. She was quite confused seeing that it was Oliver, from all the people, who was calling her. Despite that, she answered.

“Hello?”

“Captain Marchant.” Oliver said, a bit irritated. “I assume you’re free right now?”

“Yes, sir.” She answered a bit tensely. “I’m on a little leave right now.”

“Good, I hope you have time to spare me and speak, Captain?”

Alicia was weirded out for the sudden request. “Sir…?”

Oliver sighed and his tone changed, to one that Alicia hadn’t heard in a long time. “Please, Alicia, we really need to speak. And this is as an old friend more than as your superior.”

“I’m not anywhere near Camp Lejeune.”

“That won’t be needed, I’m in Texas, in Arlington to be specific. Can we meet and get a drink?”

Alicia doubted for a second. “How long will you stay?”

“Two days more.”

“Let’s meet tomorrow.”

“Marvelous, we have a lot to discuss together. See you soon, Alicia, looking forward to it.” Oliver said kindly before hanging up the call.

When it finished, Alicia stayed there for a second with mixed feelings. On one hand, it was weird hearing Oliver being so civil and kind to her. But on the other hand, it just reminded her of the old days, the good ones. For a second she tried to understand what he would want to speak about, but…she really had no clue. She just needs to be patient and find out tomorrow.

[zariasona]

The Unending Struggles

Early morning came all to soon. The sun rays slowly came into the master bedroom of the manor, shining upon the bed. Buried under the blankets was a purple haired woman who slept peacefully. Slowly, she stirred, her slender arm slowly coming out from under the blankets searching for something, someone. Feeling nothing more than an empty bed, Feylonis slowly came from under the covers.

Pink eyes scanned the room. She knew this dance all too well. The armoire that held the attire of the Magistrix was left open. One. The sword that hung upon the wall was gone. Two. Climbing from the bed, she looked upon the desk, finding a note. Three.

My darling Feylonis, I am sorry. You know where I am. I love you, always.

She offered a heavy sigh, a faint smile upon her lips. The naked woman soon navigating the room to grab hold of her own attire. This time, she was going to go after her. This time, She needed to.

"When will you learn, dalah'surfal? When?"

Normally, she'd wear her gowns that barely covered her form, but this morning was different. She pulled out her trousers, her blouse, her boots. Slipping them on, she soon made for the door of the bedroom.

Descending down the stairs, Agnes was seen in passing. Agnes looked up at Feylonis, seeing the attire.

"Again?" Agnes said.

Feylonis merely offered a weak nod. "I'll bring her home. Just as I always do."

Agnes merely offered a nod, and moved into the living room. "I won't tell the Little Lady she's left, though I haven't seen her this morning either."

Feylonis chuckled. "I'm sure she's pestering that new whelpling in her room, or the dracthyr. She'll be okay."

Moments later, Feylonis opened the large door of the manor and left. She knew where she was going. Preparing for the worst, she kept her eyes open and scanning the area around her. The dark woods were never inviting for her.

**Late that previous night:*

Late night came, and Zariasona awoke from yet another nightmare drenched in sweat. They always happened as she spent time with a new love. It was always the same. Flashbacks to a time she only wished she could forget. The thoughts never left her mind. Not since the days when it all transpired, to the days after the attack, not for over 400 years. It never strayed from her mind.

Looking beside her, she say Feylonis in a deep, deep slumber. Oh how she envied her. How she hated her. But no matter what happened, Feylonis always stayed beside her. Why? Why do you stay with me? It was the question that burned in the mind of the Magistrix. Never once did she think she was worthy of love, affection. Not since-

It didn't matter. She knew her worth, and to have someone so wholly devoted to her was beyond her understanding. Fear gripped her as it always did, desperately trying to take from her everything she worked hard for. Before she knew what was happening, she was silently lifting herself from the bed. This dance was all to familiar to her, and she knew the steps far better than she'd ever dare to admit.

The armoire opened, and she pulled from it her usual attire. Usual, as in it was was she usually pulled when the fear gripped her like this. The black pants, the black blouse, the black boots.

Upon the wall was her favored sword. At least, it was favored in times like these. The blade was heavily damaged, the knicks upon it making it look as if it were serrated. Once upon a time, it was just a sword. Now, it was nothing more than a stress relief.

It didn't take her long to leave the Manor. She was thankful for the cover of night. The house slept peacefully. as they should.

The walk into the woods was arduous. At least, it would have been if she hadn't done this countless times. Everything looked the same. The same as it always did.

Until--

She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw it. Normally, she had been able to keep these woods clear. But every now and again, a resurgence occurred. Damn how they always came back. The blade that sat upon her hip quickly found its way into her hand as she trekked carefully across the mass of bodies of dead worgen.

Looking upon the havoc in the midst of her path, she saw the massacre. Someone tore the bodies apart, flesh and bones broken and strung about the area. Part of her was relieved that someone had taken to doing this, as it saved her a slew of work herself. It meant her daughter was safe, her family, her home.

The other side of her was gripped with fear as to who would do such a thing. This was more than mere massacre. She knew people didn't tear into bodies like this, unless they were after something. She shook the thoughts from her mind, her own fears and worries quickly coming to the surface. "I'll have to deal with this later.." The thought crossed her mind as she continued on her trek.

Time passed as she made the trek, though she had lost track of how much time. It didn't matter to her, she knew where she was going, why she was going, and what she was doing.

It wasn't long before she found her safe space. A small clearing in the middle of the forest where the tree stood. Her favorite tree. The tree that was subject to her fears. The tree that took the brunt of it all. The tree that, despite the damage she had caused to it, it still stood tall.

Her lithe fingers gripped the blade tightly, as both her fists clenched tightly. Alone. Solitude. It was what she wanted, and it was what she needed. A bellowing howl into the night soon came from her, echoing into the woods. The ravens that hid in the trees soon fled upon hearing the sound. They too knew what was coming. They didn't wish to see it.

The tears came, and streamed down her face. Thoughts flooded her mind as she tried to find the answers she needed, wanted, desired.

With blade in hand, she began her continued torment upon the tree. The shadows pulled from the darkest recesses of the forest and consumed her form as shadowy tendrils soon formed that familiar protective boundary around her. She couldn't be bothered to stop once she started.

A familiar dance had started, one that resulted in the blade meeting the tree as she unfurled her fears, worries, darkest desires. Her cries echoed into the night, knowing that not a soul would hear them.

In that moment, she had lost herself wholly to her fears as they consumed her. Nothing else mattered except unleashing the blade upon the mighty oak as she fought desperately to clear her mind of these thoughts.

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By now, hours had passed by. Zariasona stood before the tree. That same tree she always abused with that piss poor excuse for a sword. It was on the verge of breaking in two like a splinter. Her body was coated in sweat, blood, and tears. Her movements upon the tree formed blisters upon her hands that soon came and broke. The continued use brought on the blood.

She stood there heavily panting, her throat hurting, her eyes red and puffy. She couldn't do anything more. Exhaustion gripped her form. Her actions had taken its toll upon her. The woman was fully devoid of caring at this point. All she knew was the pain, the fear, the panic, that gripped her like a vine. Try as she may she couldn't shake it from her.

"It's only a matter of time.. He'll leave me too." The back of her hand came to wipe the sweat from her brow, her eyes. Another heaving sob and the blade fell into the dirt.

Feylonis had been watching from a safe distance. She knew when it was safe to approach her beloved dalah'surfal. The moment that sword fell from her hand was the moment that Feylonis came to her from the edge of the forest into the clearing.

"Dalah.." She said softly as she tried her best to make her footfalls loud and noticeable.

"What.." The wailing Magistrix uttered. "What do you want? Why won't you leave me?"

Only then did Feylonis run to her. Only then did she embrace her tightly as she always did. "Because you are dalah'surfal. Forever, and always. Because of our daughter. Because of Tere. Because of our home. Because of our kinsmen, even if they have no clue who I am. There are many reasons, and you know them." Never once did her grip loosen, but instead in only tightened with every reason why she was not leaving. "We do this every time, and I tell you every time."

Zariasona's body went limp. Exhaustion finally had taken its grip upon her. Feylonis wasn't the strongest, but it was this incidents that made her stronger. The first time she collapsed to the ground trying to keep Zaria from hitting the hard dirt, and now she could reasonably stand there and hold her without her falling. She had a bit of pride in herself for that.

Feylonis slowly lowered the two of them to the ground, even if it meant she was going to be covered in dirt, soil, mud, moss. It didn't matter to her, not in this instance. The only important thing was that Feylonis held onto her beloved tightly until she awoke.

The last thing that Zariasona heard from Feylonis was, "I took your name for a reason."

And then the lights went out.

(Date: 4/4/23)

[megafunk]

I was rummaging through my old files and came across this sketch, among others haha. For context, these characters, and a few others, came from a very very vivid dream. In the dream, the world is slowly being engulfed by a black substance just known as the Fog. The fog has a misty appearance when looked from afar, but turns more thick when touched. Think of cotton candy. It slowly creeps up to anything alive and takes it over. Mageknights are the world's response to the Fog. They are well trained and just as the name says, both mages and knights, and mostly specialize in either enhancement or projectile magic. In this world, the magic is very taxing on the body AND the mind, so to practice it properly you have to be physically fit. The dude on the left in the first picture is "Sir" "Veraten". Sir Veraten was an actual mageknight, but he and his horse crashed into the Fog when he was drunk because of a bet. The Fog is itself very alive and very curious about all of life, so it let a piece of itself use Veraten's body to explore the world without being eradicated on sight. The body itself is now essentially a corpse and its movement is closer to the movement of a something pretending to be a person rather than an actual person(go figures). New Veraten is completely silent but has an insatiable thirst for knowledge and experiences. He loves gardening, but unfortunately his Foggish influence monsterfies the plants :(. He doesn't seem to mind it though. Sir Torven is a mageknight captain who was sent with 19 men to the monastery outpost closest to the ever-growing wall of Fog. At one point or another all 19 men gave up and left Torven alone. That is what the official texts back home say, anyways. Torven arrived at the lonely monastery with one remaining, although weird looking mageknight at his service. Torven is a very energetic and happy-go-lucky guy, a perfect leader. But he is painfully unaware of Veraten's true nature. The lady on the right in the first pic is Sister Agnes, one of the few remaining nuns at the lonely monastery. She was the most excited out of all of them to welcome their new "saviors" and soon found herself befriending them. She and Torven became something of parental figures to Veraten, in that they keep him out of trouble, such as hurling himself off of the monastery walls to see what's going to happen.

Ages ages ago I made a bad mock up of what the Fog looks like in the world.

This is all so silly and nowhere near as serious of a worldbuilding project as Eraden, but still close to my heart. I might expand upon these dudes and their world soon. For now, gonna call tag relevant posts with #KnightsOfDren

sorry for the wall of text, I like explaining shit. Any questions? My ask box is open :D

[silvestromedia]

SAINTS NOVEMBER 16

St. Alfrick, 1105 A.D. Archbishop of Canterbury who faced the Norse invasion of England. Alfrick was a monk in the Benedictine Abbey of Abingdon, England, noted for his holiness. He was appointed the bishop of Wilton, England, in 990 A.D., worked in the area, and was known for his charity. In 995 A.D. he became the archbishop of Canterbury and faced the devastating results of one of the invasions of England.

St. Margaret of Scotland, 1093 A.D. Margaret was an English princess. She and her mother sailed to Scotland to escape from the king who had conquered their land. King Malcolm of Scotland welcomed them and fell in love with the beautiful princess. Margaret and Malcolm were married before too long. As Queen, Margaret changed her husband and the country for the better. Malcolm was good, but he and his court were very rough. When he saw how wise his beloved wife was, he listened to her good advice. She softened his temper and led him to practice great virtue. She made the court beautiful and civilized. Soon all the princes had better manners, and the ladies copied her purity and devotion. The king and queen gave wonderful example to everyone by the way they prayed together and fed crowds of poor people with their own hands. They seemed to have only one desire: to make everyone happy and good. Margaret was a blessing for all the people of Scotland. Before she came, there was great ignorance and many bad habits among them. Margaret worked hard to obtain good teachers, to correct the evil practices, and to have new churches built. She loved to make these churches beautiful for God's glory, and she embroidered the priest's vestments herself. God sent this holy Queen six sons and two daughters. She loved them dearly and raised them well. The youngest boy became St. David. But Margaret had sorrows, too. In her last illness, she learned that both her husband and her son, Edward, had been killed in battle. Yet she prayed: "I thank You, Almighty God, for sending me so great a sorrow to purify me from my sins." Let us take this saintly Queen for our example. While we do our duties, let us keep in mind the joys that God will give us in Heaven.

St. Joseph Moscati, Moscati remained true to his Roman Catholic faith his entire life, taking a vow of chastity and practicing charity in his daily work. He viewed his practice of medical science as a way of alleviating suffering, not as a way of making profits, and would retire regularly for prayer. He also attended Mass daily. Nov 16

ST. GERTRUDE, VIRGIN, BENEDICTINE Nov 16

ST. AGNES OF ASSISI, ST. CLARE' S SISTER, VIRGIN Nov 16

[butterflies-dragons]

Saint Agnes and Sansa Stark

A time ago I wrote a piece about the Blackwater Bay battle in Sansa's A Clash of Kings chapters. In that post I described Sansa as the incarnation of the Mother fighting with the devil represented by certain characters, especially by the hound, and how she prevailed over them with her prayers.

Well, yesterday I was thinking about the violence and brutality described in hagiography, especially the hagiography of female saints, which reminded me of my post, and then my mind associated Saint Agnes with Sansa Stark.

Who was Saint Agnes?

Agnes of Rome was a beautiful young girl of 12 or 13 years old. Sansa has the same age and her beauty is well known.

She was the daughter of a wealthy Christian family from Roman nobility. House Stark is one of the Great Houses of Westeros.

She had many suitors. Sansa has many suitors.

She refused all her suitors because she made a promise to God to remain a virgin. Sansa remains a virgin despite her forced marriage to Tyrion Lannister.

She was reported to the authorities for being a Christian, and was condemned to be dragged naked through the streets and raped at a brothel. Sansa was a hostage of the crown, stripped naked and tortured at court, threatened by rape several times.

Her hair grew to cover her naked body and any man who attempted to rape her was struck blind. Marillion tried to rape Sansa and later was cut and mutilated (fingers and eyes).

She was sentenced to death by fire, but the wood would not burn so she died by the sword. Sansa's head is wanted for kingslaying.

She died a virgin martyr.

She is the patron saint of girls, chastity, virgins, victims of sex abuse, betrothed couples and gardeners.

Her feast day is 21 January.

But the detail that really struck my mind from the life of Saint Agnes in relation to Sansa, was the white shining garment that God sent to the young martyr to cover her naked body, after hearing her prayers:

Then the infuriated judge bade men take off her garments, and lead her, thus naked, to the harlot's house; and commanded them to cry throughout the streets, and make this known. Lo then! God's power was mightily manifested, so that the maiden's hair covered her all about as soon as the executioners tore off her clothes; and the hair covered her alike on every side. Then they dragged the maiden to the harlots' house; but she at once found there a shining angel of God, so that no man, because of that great light, could either look upon or touch her, for the house all shone as the sun in the day-time; and the more closely they looked at her, the more their eyes were dazzled. Then Agnes prostrated herself, praying to the Almighty, and God thereupon sent her a shining tunic. Then she thanked Christ, and donned the clothing, which fitted her size very exactly, brightly shining, so that men might see that God had sent her the shining clothing. —VII Of Saint Agnes - Ælfric's Lives of Saints.

Then the judge all araged made to take off her clothes, and all naked to be led to the bordel. And thus St. Agnes that refused to do sacrifice to the idols, was delivered naked to go to the bordel, but anon as she was unclothed God gave to her such grace that the hairs of her head became so long that they covered all her body to her feet, so that her body was not seen. And when St. Agnes entered into the bordel anon she found the angel of God ready for to defend her, and environed St. Agnes with a bright clearness in such wise that no man might see her ne come to her. Then made she of the bordel her oratory, and in making her prayers to God she saw tofore her a white vesture, and anon therewith she clad her and said: I thank thee Jesu Christ which accountest me with thy virgins and hast sent me this vesture. All they that entered made honour and reverence to the great clearness that they saw about St. Agnes, and came out more devout and more clean than they entered. —Volumen II, Chapter XXIV Of Saint Agnes - The Golden Legend by Jacobus Voragine, translated by William Caxton.

This particular scene from the life of Saint Agnes has been depicted by painters like Ribera and Cowper, where an angel gave Saint Agnes the white shining garment to cover her naked body:

St. Agnes in Prison, 1641 - Jusepe de Ribera

St Agnes in Prison Receiving from Heaven the "Shining White Garment," 1905 - Frank Cadogan Cowper

Looks familiar?

While Saint Agnes's prayers were rewarded by God with a shining white garment to cover her naked body, in ASOIAF, Sansa Stark was given a -not so shining- white cloak to cover her naked and shivering body:

"Someone give the girl something to cover herself with," the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine. —A Clash of Kings - Sansa III When she crawled out of bed, long moments later, she was alone. She found his cloak on the floor, twisted up tight, the white wool stained by blood and fire. The sky outside was darker by then, with only a few pale green ghosts dancing against the stars. A chill wind was blowing, banging the shutters. Sansa was cold. She shook out the torn cloak and huddled beneath it on the floor, shivering. —A Clash of Kings - Sansa VII

Sadly, there were no angel or hero intervention there for Sansa. The givers of the stained white cloaks were the villains, an Imp and a hound.

Moreover, in the hound's case, he didn't do anything to prevent Sansa's beating and stripping until Tyrion's intervention, and he even tried to rape Sansa before leaving his stained white cloak on her bedchamber's floor, but it was Sansa's prayer to the Mother's mercy what kept him from raping her.

The hound was more evil than angel for Sansa, in accordance to the marked duality of his character, but also because in Martin's works, even the villains are capable of noble deeds, at least once or twice in their lives... Oh wait, even Lucifer, was an angel, a fallen angel.

So, are all these similarities just a coincidence? Has George taken inspiration from the life of saint Agnes for Sansa Stark? Is George even aware of the martyrdom of Saint Agnes? Probably. George is, after all, a catholic school boy fascinated by the hero saint that gave him his name: Saint George, the dragon slayer.

Saint Agnes is also the matter of one of John Keats's poems "The Eve of St. Agnes." And John Keats is one of George's favorite poets. Vincent, George's beast, often read Keats poems to Catherine, George's Beauty.

Keats's poem is alluded in Rudyard Kipling's short story "Wireless." And Rudyard Kipling is also one of George's favorite authors.

An scene from Keats's poems was depicted by John Everett Millais in his namesake piece "The Eve of St. Agnes." John Everett Millais was one of the founders of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood. And the works from the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood's members are ones of George favorite paintings. Paintings full of beautiful redhead ladies.

Eve of St Agnes, c. 1863 - John Everett Millais

There you have it.

[helaintoloki]

Meet the Family

pairing: Pietro Peter Maximoff x fem!reader

warnings: angst, manipulation, reader is a Westview hostage controlled by Wanda, etc., 2.5k in length

notes: writing a piece that takes place in the WandaVision universe was such a challenging and fun experience, and I really tried to capture the same dark undertones of the show so I hope you enjoy!

summary: An innocent family dinner with Pietro’s new girlfriend reveals that life in Westview is not what it seems. Uncle Pietro introduces y/n to the family!

Y/n almost feels like she’s being watched as the warm hand of her boyfriend— since when do I have a boyfriend?— carefully guides her trembling figure up the front steps of his sister’s house and rings the doorbell. Her grip on the glass dish of brownies in her hands is so impossibly tight she fears she might just break it, and when the silver haired man swoops down to steal a kiss from her cherry gloss stained lips she can’t help but to feel nauseated. The sickness morphs into guilt immediately, and when he looks down upon her with a gaze so tender and fond she forces herself to bat her eyes and smile at him. What kind of girlfriend is horrible enough to be disgusted by a kiss from her own boyfriend? Something isn’t right here...

“Don’t even sweat it, babe, my little sis is going to love you!” Pietro comforts with an easygoing grin plastered on his features.

“I hope so,” y/n murmurs quietly, nervously chewing at her bottom lip. This is the audition, her one shot at impressing the boss, and if even one tiny minuscule detail is thrown out of place then there goes her new house and fancy wardrobe and y/n is written out of the show. Permanently.

“My girlfriend is such a worrywart,” he laughs fondly with a gentle pinch of her cheek. It’s as if a switch is flipped inside of her, and this time when she smiles at him it is genuine and full of unadulterated love.

“I just want everything to be perfect, I know how much this means to you,” she replies earnestly, too dazed to notice the soft aww that drifts through the air from the audience. Pietro smiles.

“Man, did I luck out on finding the most perfect girl in the world or what?”

“Well us being together certainly isn’t a coincidence,” she notes with a small smile. The uneasiness begins to wash over her again, but y/n isn’t given a chance to dwell on the feeling as the front door swings open and a vibrant looking young woman stands in the doorway, almost beaming at the two with pure glee.

“Thank goodness you made it!” She exclaims, hand delicately resting on her chest to showcase her relief before she pulls the stranger her brother into a hug.

“Like we’d really miss Sunday dinner,” Pietro jokes before pressing a chaste kiss to his sister’s cheek. His hand returns to the small of y/n’s back and the fond smile pulls at his lips again. “Wanda, I’d like to introduce you to a very special little lady, my girlfriend y/n.”

“Oh, she’s very special indeed,” Wanda notes with an overzealous wink, ignoring the way in which the brownie dish begins to tremble in the poor girl’s hands. Just a little stage fright, that’s all. “It’s very nice to meet you, y/n. I’m Wanda.”

“It’s an honor to meet you,” the girl replies earnestly, “Pietro has told me so much about you.”

“Well aren’t you sweet! Please, come in,” Wanda grins, ushering the two inside before shutting the door. “Boys, Uncle Pietro is here!”

“What a lovely place you have,” y/n compliments. Her eyes scan the perfectly decorated home in wonder, awe, and a third thing she can’t quite place for if she dwells on it for too long her head begins to ache and her surroundings begin to grow fuzzy.

“Oh, please, it’s just a little something I threw together,” she jokes, canned laughter echoing distantly in the background of y/n’s mind.

“Uncle Pietro!” Two voices exclaim, and y/n watches curiously as her boyfriend lets out an ecstatic laugh before rushing forward to scoop the twin boys in his arms.

“If it isn’t my favorite little trouble makers!” He grins, making sure to ruffle both heads of hair. “Billy, Tommy, say hi to your aunt y/n.”

“Hi, aunt y/n,” Billy greets politely. Tommy is at her side in an instant, movements so quick y/n can’t help but to let out a startled yelp as he lunges for the dish in her hands.

“Are those brownies?!”

“Tommy, where are your manners?” Wanda chides gently, shaking her head with a laugh and reaching for the pastries. “Boys will be boys. I’ll take these off your hands.”

“Oh, uh, yes, thank you...” y/n murmurs softly, brows stitched together in discomfort.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband’s absence, another late night at the office. You know how it is, don’t you?”

“I can’t say I do.”

“Hmm... Well, make yourself comfortable. Dinner will be ready soon, I’ll just go put these in the kitchen.”

“Oh, do you need any h-“

“No,” Wanda blurts out abruptly, startling everyone in the room. She plasters on a smile, “No thank you. How can I be a good hostess if my guest is doing all the work for me?”

“You’re right, I’m so sorry,” y/n flounders, panic clear amongst her features. “I-I didn’t mean to impose at all.”

“No apologies,” the woman murmurs quietly, a small smile on her lips and an admonitory glimmer in her eyes, “we’re going to have a nice family dinner, and everything is going to be just perfect.”

The tension in the air is suffocating, wrapping itself in a slow growing hold around y/n’s neck. Her eyes begin to water, bottom lip quivering in fear as she looks around the room that suddenly feels too big and too bright. She doesn’t belong here with these people, something is wrong, the man she came here with is not hers, and as Wanda’s figure retreats behind the kitchen door y/n makes a mad dash towards the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Pietro exclaims with an uneasy laugh, and in a blue flash she suddenly finds herself being scooped up off her feet and tossed back down on the couch in between the apprehensive twins faster than her fried brain can even comprehend. “Not so fast there, missy. Just where do you think you’re going?”

“I... I don’t feel right,” the young woman murmurs, wincing at the uncomfortable dryness of her throat as she swallows. “I want to go home and lie down.”

“Don’t be like that, babe,” he chides with a disappointed frown, “this is my family.”

“But what about my family?” Y/n whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she realizes that whenever she attempts to picture the life she once lived not a single thing comes to mind. “I don’t have a family.”

“This is your family now. We talked about this, remember? We came to Westview to make Wanda happy, and you don’t want to upset her, do you?”

“No,” she replies meekly, shuddering when the calloused pad of his thumb swipes across her warm cheek to remove any evidence of tears. No, I don’t want to make her unhappy, because if I do then I’m written off the show and I don’t know what will happen to me if I am. “I want to spend time with my new family.”

“Atta girl,” Pietro grins as he cups her face with both hands and brings her in for a kiss.

“Yuck!” Tommy exclaims in disgust from beside the couple, and this time y/n can’t help the bubbly laughter that escapes her at the young boy’s antics. Any memory of her previous meltdown is quickly wiped from her mind, and all she can think of now is how utterly grateful she is to be loved by such a wonderful man and be taken in by his wonderful family.

She pulls Pietro in for another kiss and giggles uncontrollably when he responds by tickling her sides, all while Wanda watches carefully from behind the scenes.

~~~

“Dream of better lives, the kind which never hate. Trapped in a state of imaginary grace.”

Her voice is quiet and serene as she hums along to the Modern English song playing on the radio, a content smile on her face as she washes the dishes leftover from dinner. It was the least she could do after the lovely evening Wanda had hosted; her sister-in-law had been called upon by the neighbor Agnes for a task that hadn’t quite been specified, so y/n was happy to tidy up while her boyfriend spent quality time with the boys. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt as happy and content as she did now— she couldn’t remember anything, really— and y/n knew then and there that moving to Westview with Pietro had been the right decision for the family, for his sister and themselves, and for the children, too. Yes, everything was just peachy keen.

The kitchen door swings open and in walks a man y/n has never seen before. He looks just as surprised as she is when their eyes meet, an awkward smile on his red face and the morning paper in his hands, and y/n slowly drops the dish she had been washing back into the sink.

“Hello,” the man greets curtly, “I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before.”

“I’m afraid not,” y/n agrees with a bashful smile, quickly removing her rubber gloves so that she may extend her hand towards him for a shake, “I’m y/n, Pietro’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, yes...” he murmurs lowly, cautiously shaking her hand and sizing the woman up and down until she shrinks under his gaze. He means her no harm, but he isn’t sure whether or not she’s part of this cooky little play or just another victim cast under Wanda’s spell. He smiles suddenly, the gesture startling the girl. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Vision.”

“Oh, yes! Of course. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“May I ask where my wife is?” Vision asks.

“She went off to the neighbor’s,” y/n explains before promptly returning to her dish washing. The radio sounds distant and warbled now, the song she had been singing along to now nothing but static and jumbled up syllables, but to Vision’s dismay she doesn’t seem to notice in the slightest.

“How are you enjoying Westview?”

“I’m having the best time. Pietro and I have been talking and we might just have to hunker down in our own little place,” she says with a giggle. “It would be nice to be closer to you all.”

“I must say, having you and Pietro here was quite the surprise.”

“Not a bad one I hope,” she frowns. Vision guiltily refuses to meet her gaze.

“No, not at all. But, might I ask how you two came to be?” Vision asks apprehensively, adding on so that she doesn’t feel cornered, “I’m sure it must be a lovely story.”

“Oh, yes! I remember it like it was yesterday,” y/n swoons dreamily, a fond smile plastered on her face and her gaze casted out towards the living room where Pietro sits playing video games with the boys. She blinks once, twice, eyes never once leaving the silver haired stranger in the couch. A pregnant pause hovers over the two, the porcelain plate trembles in her hands, and Vision watches in silent horror as her eyes begin to well with tears.

“Y/n?” He calls gently, fingertips carefully brushing against her elbow in an attempt to bring her focus back to him. He removes the plate from her iron grip and sets it back carefully in the sink before turning the girl by the shoulders to face him; she still wears that same adoring smile despite the tears that silently fall down her cheeks.

“Forgive me,” she murmurs quietly, “I can’t seem to gather my thoughts properly.”

“Who did this to you? Was it Wanda? Pietro?” Vision press urgently. Y/n sways slightly when he shakes her by the shoulders in a desperate attempt to break her from her trance but still her smile remains.

“Pietro? Oh, he loves me, and I love him.”

“My dear, I don’t think you do,” the man utters sympathetically.

“Of course I do, silly. We were made for each other.”

“Perhaps you were, but not in the way you think. Y/n-“

“Please let go,” she interrupts in a soft, steady voice, looking up at him like a scorned child, “you’re scaring me.”

“If you would just let me,” Vision begins to say, fingertips reaching for her temple in preparation to break her from the spell only to be interrupted by another presence in the room.

“Whoa, what’s going on in here?” Pietro asks with a raised brow and uneasy laugh. “Hey toaster oven, you mind maybe letting go of my girlfriend?”

“Of course, my apologies,” Vision murmurs, stepping away from the girl and allowing her to run into the arms of her boyfriend.

“You okay, babe?” He asks with a raised brow. She isn’t, not in the slightest, but she has a job to do and a role to play, so she merely bats her eyes at him before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Never been better. Hey, how does dessert sound?”

“I think that sounds lovely,” Wanda chimes, her sudden appearance in the kitchen doorway startling the already present trio. Vision looks like a deer caught in headlights when Wanda saunters over and gifts him with an innocent kiss to the cheek. “Why don’t you and Pietro get the boys settled down while y/n and I prepare the dessert?”

“What a lovely idea, darling,” Vision chimes with an easy smile— y/n isn’t the only one with a role to play. “Come now, dear brother-in-law.”

“Take good care of my girl, little sis,” Pietro calls on his way out. Wanda smiles, her eyes never once leaving y/n’s trembling frame.

“But of course. What is family for? Y/n, be a dear and grab the plates, won’t you?”

“Yes, Wanda,” the girl chimes obediently. She smiles.

“I noticed you seemed a little shaken up just now, is everything alright?” Wanda asks, feigning obliviousness.

“Oh, you know, just some friendly questioning from my new brother-in-law. I’m sure he just wanted to make sure Pietro had found the right match,” she explains with a passive wave of her hand. Wanda hums softly.

“Well we don’t need to worry about that,” she notes. “You’re here for a reason, y/n. Do you know that?”

“For Pietro, and for you,” she replies earnestly, smiling when Wanda takes her hands in her own and gives them a gentle squeeze. “You’ve always wanted a big family, a real family, one that would never turn its back on you or leave you behind ever again. You want a sister and nieces and nephews and love, and I’m here because I can do all of that and more for you.”

“Exactly right. Family is forever, y/n. Are you ready for the commitment that comes with being a Maximoff?”

“I’ve never been more ready,” y/n responds eagerly. Wanda smiles.

“I’m so relieved you said that,” she utters gently, pulling y/n in for a hug so that she may not see the way in which her eyes begin to glow red and waves of energy begin to emit from her fingertips as she carefully settles herself fully into the girl’s mind. She fills her head with thoughts of Pietro and family, with memories she’s never lived and feelings she’s never had, she fills her with love, and y/n is none the wiser.

“Congratulations, y/n,” Wanda utters quietly, comfortingly stroking the girl’s hair, “you’re a Maximoff now.”

[crankynewt]

Back to the Future - Chapter Three

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Summary: As you begin to remember who you and Peter really are, the truth of WestView is revealed as you attempt to break free from the endless mind games.

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Major WandaVision Episode Seven spoilers!

A/N: Here’s the much anticipated continuation of Be Okay and Life Could Be a Dream! I had to take more creative liberties than I had intended since we got so little Peter last episode (which is even more of a crime than that beanie), but I hope you guys enjoy anyways! 

The hard ground was cold and damp beneath your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, darkness was only met with more darkness. After your sight had adjusted to the gloom, you could make out a faint purple glowing coming from the walls. It was almost as if it was omitting from the tangled branches warping across the stone surface.

Pushing yourself off the ground, your bones ached as you used what little energy you had left to sit yourself up. There were no windows in the tiny room and the wooden door across from you was more than likely locked. It’s not like you even had enough power to move over there anyways.

With a sigh, you rubbed your palm against your forehead as you tried to figure out how you’d gotten there. The last thing you remembered was asking Wanda why Peter couldn’t remember you as your real memories came flooding back to your conscious mind.

You didn’t know how long you were falling when you landed on the cold evening grass. There was still just enough adrenaline left in your system for you to immediately jump to your feet, eyes glowing yellow as you raised your fists raised as you took in your surroundings. 

You were on the lawn of some mansion, the towering stone structure dimly illuminated by the lights left on in a few of the windows. Your heart raced as you turned around quickly, seeing nothing but hedges and grass on the massive lawn. 

Although your mind was still racing, you eventually reached the conclusion that knocking on the door was the best option. With your cape trailing behind you, you strode across the grass and up the driveway as you made your way to the front entrance. Despite how intimidating the massive oak doors would normally have seemed, you bravely reached up to the heavy knocker and slammed it down thrice. 

Rather than feeling anxious, you felt annoyed more than anything. Of course Thanos would send you somewhere far away from where you needed to be. You only hoped that this really was Earth and you weren’t stranded on some random planet.

You weren’t sure exactly how long it had been when a timid looking man with glasses finally opened the door.

“Can I help you with something?” He asked, furrowing his brow as he took in your super-suited form. A little part of you was almost embarrassed at your appearance, but there were more important things to worry about.

“Yeah, where am I?” You asked, crossing your arms and pursing your lips. 

“Uh, Charles Xavier’s School for the Gifted… I’m sorry, who are you?” He replied, opening the door slightly wider as his confusion intensified.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N). And where is this school?” You said, pushing the topic even more. “We are on Earth, right?”

“Are we on Earth?! Why wouldn’t you be on Earth? That’s not just something you don’t know.” He retorted, and you could see the veins on his hand growing a startling shade of blue. You decided to ignore it, if this stereotypical scientist guy wanted to fight then you could easily take him out.

“Okay, so the titan behind the attack on New York a couple years ago, Thanos, is trying to gather these things called infinity stones to wipe out half the universe. Some of his goons were just trying to get the time stone from this wizard in New York, and Iron Man, Spider-Man and I wound up having to save him, which led to us winding up on Thanos’ home planet, Titan.” You explained, making gestures with your hands as you spoke. “Long story short we were there fighting and he opened some portal and dropped me through it and now I’m here.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Bye!” He began closing the door in your face until something, or rather someone, stopped him.

“Wait!” A British voice called from inside the school, prompting the glasses-clad man to open the door even wider than before. This new figure was bald and seated in a wheelchair, rolling closer to you with a curious gaze. “They’re not crazy Hank.” He addressed the man, who quickly stepped out of the way so that you could enter the building and closing the door behind you.

“Professor Charles Xavier.” He introduced himself, reaching out to shake your hand with a knowing gaze. “You are a long way from home, aren’t you. The reality you remember is much farther away and about thirty years in the future.”

“Wait, what?! Thanos yeeted me back to the eighties?!” You exclaimed, shock and terror flowing through your veins as a gust of air blew past you.

“What’s a ‘yeeted’?” A new voice asked and you suddenly noticed a silver haired boy leaning against the wall nonchalantly. “Are you some Marty McFly Back to the Future-character or something?”

You glared in response as you felt annoyed with this stranger and his childish antics. This was going to be a long night.

The memory of your first meeting with your beloved Peter was enough motivation for you to push yourself off the ground, wobbling on unsteady legs as you rushed to the door. Wiggling the knob to no avail, you took a few steps back and raised your hand in an attempt to blow it off it’s hinges.

“That’s not going to work, you know.” A familiar voice behind you spoke. Whipping around, you saw Agnes, except now her hair was tangled and her eyes were glowing purple.

“So you’re the one doing this. Not Wanda…” You said, sizing her up as the woman stroked the rabbit in her arms. 

“Oh no, Wanda is doing this, but I’m the one behind the wheel.” She bitterly smiled. “Agatha Harkness, dear. You see, I needed a Pietro for Wanda but the real one’s been dead just a little too long. Your ‘Peter’ was the perfect replacement, but unfortunately you tagged along when I ripped him from your reality.”

“Peter and Pietro are completely different, Wanda’s eventually gonna figure that out.” You snapped, growing more and more furious with each syllable passing through her lips. 

“Peter’s playing his part like a champ! He won’t be missing you anytime soon.” Each word was nails on a chalkboard to your ears. “But don’t worry about being lonely, you won’t be alone down here much longer.” With a swish and a flick of her fingers, Agnes disappeared into a swirl of purple and Tommy and Billy took her place.

“(Aunt/Uncle) (Y/N)!” They shouted, terrified and immediately running over to where you stood. You met them with open arms, holding the twins close in a hug as you whispered that everything was going to be okay in a failed attempt to comfort them. 

“Mom said Pietro isn’t really our uncle… Who is he?” Tommy questioned as you let go of the duo.

“He’s not… His name is Peter, and he’s from another reality. Your Mom’s brother died a long time ago, but Agatha brought  him over because technically they are the same person? I think? I’m not sure how it works, but they are both Maximoffs and Peter has a little sister named Wanda, too. It’s complicated, but that witch is controlling him.” You explained, answering questions that you didn’t really understand yourself. 

“You’re thinking really loud…” Billy commented, holding his head in his hands as he attempted to block out the noise of your mind rushing a hundred miles an hour.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could talk you felt a gentle tap in your mind. Then another, this prod slightly stronger. And again, the poking becoming quite the nuisance.

“Billy, please don’t try to read my mind.” You said, staring into space as you attempted to keep the child out of your thoughts.

“I’m not.” He replied, dropping his hands to his sides as me met your eyes with a look of confusion.

You matched his puzzlement, the poking continuing and becoming even harder to ignore. Maybe it was a lapse in judgement or your exhaustion catching up to you, but you decided to drop your defences and let this strange presence into your head.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N), can you hear me?” A voice in your head asked.

“Charles!”

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I've loved you through centuries ch.6

The wedding

Harry Styles x fem!reader reincarnated au

Previous chapter

Summary of the chapter: William learns of Agnes's disappearance and seeks comfort in his mother's arms. The wedding starts and William's father avoids him. Turns out Vittoria isn't as bad as she seemed.

!Photos from mood boards are from Pinterest, credit goes to the creators!

!The people in mood boards in no way represent the looks or skin color of the characters. These are the first photos I found that looked the closest to the image in my mind.!

warnings- Shitty father, arranged marriage, crying, threatening, talks of sex, talks of non-consensual sex, historical inaccuracies

!All people in this story are made up, no one is a historical figure!

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“Mom please, don’t make me do this,” William pleaded and she shook her head.

“William, you know we can’t do anything about this.” She explained and he angrily brought his fist down on the wooden table in front of him.

“I don’t want to marry her,” he angrily said and turned to face the window behind him.

“I understand darling, but it’s your job to make sure this kingdom will have rulers, once I and your father pass,” she explained and William rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Maybe you can go and see Agnes before the wedding, maybe it will calm you down,” His mother suggested, and William absent-mindedly watched a random carriage move away from the castle.

“You still have an hour, so go and see her,” she encouraged.

“You are right,” he smiled at her and quickly moved in the direction of the staff’s bedrooms.

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He knocked on the door of her room. No sound came from the inside, which made the young price a bit anxious, she should be on her break right now. The door creaked open and William walked in. He looked around the room just to find it, much to his shock, empty of all of her items. The bed sheet laid on the bed was neatly folded up with the uncomfortable pillow carefully placed on top of it. The chest at the foot of the bed was opened up, clearly stating that she was in a hurry to collect her belongings.

The walls were also bland of all of the papers, sketches, and paintings that she stuck on them. It was like she disappeared from the face of the Earth.

William quickly walked out of the room with the door making a loud sound as it closed behind him.

The chatter in the kitchens died down as soon as the prince entered the room.

“Can you tell me where Agnes is?” he asked politely and Kate stepped closer to him.

“I am so, so sorry your highness, but she was sent away,” She looked at him with a sad expression on her face.

“what do you mean she was sent away?” he asked with a shaky voice. He can’t do this without her, without his love.

“What do you mean by that,” he raised his voice a tiny bit and Kate looked to the ground.

“She told us that your father sent her away your highness,” she whispered and William’s heart dropped. He found out about them. He punished her by sending her away.

He thanked the staff in the kitchen and stormed through the castle halls towards his father’s office.

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He didn’t even bother with knocking and stormed into his father’s office. The older man was sitting at his desk, writing some sort of a letter when he saw his son enter the room.

“What is wrong with you? How dare you send her away, how dare you to punish her instead of me!” William screamed angrily with some rouge tears slipping down his cheeks as he closed the doors behind him. He stomped closer to his father and the older man calmly stood up.

“Dry your tears boy, be a man,” the king said loudly and moved around his desk.

“I have no idea what you are talking about son, but I will not tolerate these types of accusations against me,” He raised his voice and William shook his head, angry.

“Now get lost, you have a wedding to get to in less than half an hour,” the king spat and William left his office, scared to go against his father anymore.

As William walked back into his chambers, he cursed himself for walking away from his father’s office like a little kicked puppy. ‘I should’ve fought for us, I should’ve fought him, I should’ve…’ These thoughts stopped when he opened the door of his chambers and found his mother, standing there in her formal attire, ready for the wedding.

“She is gone mum,” he whispered and the queen’s brows furrowed.

“What do you mean William?”

“He sent her away and I, I don’t know where she is,” he whimpered out as he hugged his mother, seeking some sort of comfort.

“You mean your father? He did this?” she asked and he nodded, still hugging her tightly.

“William we can’t do anything about this, you have to marry Vittoria,” She said and he shook his head.

“Please don’t make me do this mother,” he begged but she only stroked his cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry son, but we don’t have time to postpone, we have to go down right now,” she whispered and William nodded. He knew that this was the end. Nothing would save him from this. He lost and now had to marry a woman he did not love. It was the end.

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William stood in the chapel as the people sitting in front of him settled down for the ceremony. It was just a matter of time and he counted down the seconds before he would see his future wife.

The chatter in the room disappeared as William’s parents, king Thomas and queen Joan. They sat down at their designated place on the right side of the chapel.

He knew the bride and her parents would soon come through the doors and the suspense was killing him. The shirt of his uncomfortable ceremonial outfit slightly choked him with the heavy fur coat wrapped around his shoulders making his knees buckle. His head also hurt from the very heavy and hard golden crown at the top of his head. Before he could complain to himself anymore, the doors of the chapel opened up.

And there she was, the soon-to-be princess of England. She wore a large white gown with a long train and delicate lace sewn at the surface of the snow-like fabric. Her hair was pinned up and a flower crown of white flowers was sat on top of her head, as a sign of innocence for her future husband. A symbol taunting William by reminding him of what everyone wants to happen after the festivities end in the late night.

When William looked her in the face, the only thing he saw was sadness. He didn’t want to be mean but it comforted him. The fact that none of them want to be there.

His eyes then trailed off to the faces of her parents. King Fabrittio was on her right side with his left arm hooked with hers. The expression on his face was hard and determined. The queen of Italy, Francesca, didn’t look happy either. She looked even more miserable than her daughter. Her eyes were red from crying and her breathing heavy and shallow, indicating that she stopped crying just a few moments before they stepped into the room.

The trio walked to the altar and William awkwardly shuffled his feet. He watched them move towards him as his eyes darted in all directions of the room. When he saw how heavily guarded it was, he gave up on his plan to escape. When he snapped out of his thoughts, queen Francesca was already sitting at their designated place.

“Take good care of my daughter,” King Fabrittio said to him as he offered the hand of the frightened Italian princess. William only nodded and took both of her hands into his. The priest then came to the altar and started talking. William was too anxious to listen.

The only thing he could think about was Agnes, her soft voice and her laugh and her smile. Everything about her was perfect and he cursed himself for not cherishing it enough. The way she laughed at his constant complaints of his language teacher from when he was younger, or the way she caressed his hair after a hard day full of meetings with the kingdom’s council. She was there to soothe his pain and to make him laugh when he had a bad day. She was there through everything and the young William was dumb enough to think it would last forever. He cursed his younger self, for not appreciating her presence and existence as much as he should’ve.

“Now, these two souls will be bound together by exchanging these rings of promise. The rings symbolize eternity which is how long your souls shall be together for.” The priest broke William out of his trance and the young prince looked at him frightened.

He did not believe in the stories of souls and future lives. But the thought of his soul being bound to Vittoria’s for the rest of the time made him extremely uneasy and frightened.

The priest’s helper brought a pair of golden bands on a velvet pillow and presented it to the soon-to-be wedded couple. They both looked at each other with wide eyes and both of them reached out to take a ring with a shaky hand.

“Please exchange your rings, to let your souls be bonded for the rest of the time, Price William, please start,” the priest announced and William nodded as he took Vittoria’s hand. She presented her ring finger and William swiftly slid the gold band on top of it.

“Princess Vittoria, please put the ring on the prince’s finger,” the priest encouraged her and she quickly turned to look at her mother. Queen Francesca only nodded encouragingly and Vittoria shakily smiled. She turned back to face William, quickly took his hand, and stuck the ring onto his ring finger.

“Now these souls are bound together and will travel together for the rest of the time, I present to you, Prince and princess of England,” the priest announced and the room erupted with cheers. William slowly took Vittoria’s hand and linked his arm with hers.

“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered into her ear, trying to comfort the distressed girl. She nodded her head and William led her out of the chapel, both of them wearing fake smiles on their faces.

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He dropped Vittoria off in her chambers, where her maids took care of her. He immediately went into his chambers to get out of the ceremonial outfit he was wearing and change into a more comfortable, but still very princely, outfit he laid out for himself a few hours before the ceremony.

He didn’t spend much time in his chambers; he quickly left, trying not to think about Agnes too much. He made his way back to Vittoria’s chambers because they were meant to enter the post-ceremony celebrations together.

He gently knocked on her doors and a maid opened up. The maids were Vittoria’s own, which came from Italy. The maid motioned for him to come into the room and he complied.

“Hello, your highness,” Vittoria greeted from the big room which she used as a wardrobe.

“We need to go, people are waiting for us,” William informed and could hear her hum. She walked out just a few moments later, adorned in a completely different outfit from the one she wore at the ceremony.

The long yellow dress with floor-length sleeves was made from a velvet fabric, with orange gems sewn around the waist. The flower crown from the ceremony was gone and got replaced by a golden diadem that sat in her hair gently.

“Ready your highness?” William asked formally and Vittoria nodded. He intertwined their arms and made their way to the main dining hall on the opposite side of the castle.

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The newly married pair walked into the main dining hall and the people waiting for them clapped and cheered, delighted to see the future rulers. William maneuvered them around the tables and led them to their seats, at the head of the main table.

When they both sat down, the staff immediately started to bring food to the tables. As everyone ate their food and talked lowly, William looked around the room and looked for his father. But his chair was empty. He looked at his mother with a confused look on his face; she only shrugged and went back to the food in front of her.

“Are you alright?” He heard Vittoria ask and his head snapped in her direction.

“Of course, just thinking that’s all,” he answered and she nodded, probably feeling a bit awkward.

The whole dinner lasted for about 2 hours before the staff started to take away the empty dishes from the long tables. The wedding guests were then led into the huge castle ballroom, just a few hallways away from the main dining room. And with the orchestra ready to play, the ball part of the wedding started.

“May I have this dance?” William found himself asking his wife and she nodded with a soft smile. They gracefully moved around the room. She wasn’t a really good dancer. Her feet stumbled and she constantly bumped her knees with his.

“I have to apologize, this is my first time dancing,” she apologized softly and William shook his head.

“It’s quite alright, don’t apologize,” he reassured her as he continued to lead them around the ballroom. After a few moments, he got a glance of his father, leaving the room, seemingly in hurry.

“You have to excuse me, I have something I need to take care of,” He swiftly curtsied and left the room, trying to catch up to his father.

“Father,” he called out as he rushed into the hallway but it was empty.

“Father,” he called out again but didn’t hear anything. He sighed and returned to the ballroom.

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After the festivities finished, the newly wedded pair walked into William’s chambers, both of them shaking, because they knew what had to happen. He closed the door behind them and immediately went to put away the incredibly uncomfortable boots. As he picked out his sleeping clothes, he heard a quiet sniffle coming from his sleeping chambers. He quickly rushed in to see princess Vittoria sitting on his bed and quietly crying into her hands.

He slowly walked towards her and crouched in front of her. She looked at him through the gaps between her fingers and put her palms down.

“What is wrong?” He asked still a bit awkward about calling her by her name.

“I know what is supposed to happen but I am not ready, I don’t want to do it tonight,” she whispered out as she tried to quiet her cries.

“You don’t have to worry, we won’t do anything,” William announced as he stood up.

“What do you mean?” she asked with wide eyes and William sighed.

“Look, I know what everyone who attended is expecting us to do something, but I want you to know that I am also not comfortable with doing that. And even if I was, I would never push you to do something you are uncomfortable with,” he explained and the princess’s shoulders fell in relief. He could see the relaxed expression on her face, appearing for the first time that day.

“Thank you so much, I was so afraid and anxious all day, I just… I am not ready and I’m really glad I ended up with someone who understands and feels the same.” She smiled and he nodded.

“Of course, I would never make you do anything you don’t want,” he smiled and then offered her his arm.

“Come on, let’s get you back to your chambers, I don’t think we should sleep in the same bed,” he offered, she smiled at him and hooked her arm into his.

They walked through the halls of the castle and ended up in front of the doors of her room just a few minutes later.

“Thank you, this night didn’t turn out as I thought it would, and I’m incredibly grateful for that.” She smiled, turned around, and walked into her room. Before she closed the door, she smiled at him again and softly said.

“Goodnight William,”

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The next morning rolled by and the first thing William did was knock on the doors of his father’s office.

“I know you avoided me yesterday and I let it slide, but you have nowhere to go,” William stood in the middle of the office and glared at his father.

“Whatever do you mean son,” His father gritted out as he sipped his morning tea.

“Tell me where she is,” William shouted and the king raised his eyebrows.

“Listen to me,” he started as he grabbed the young prince by his collar pretty roughly.

“You have some nerve to talk to the king like this, I am your king before I am your father, never forget that!” he screamed into William’s face as he pushed him back roughly. William stumbled a bit as he tried to gain his footing once again.

“I did what I had to for this kingdom, I couldn’t let some peasant ruin the future of this kingdom,” he spat the word ‘peasant’. And at that moment William saw red. He launched at the man in front of him but he quickly moved from the prince’s way.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, She is with one of my many close friends, and let me tell you, they won’t hesitate to kill her if something happens to me,” he smirked and William’s shoulders dropped.

“You wouldn’t,” he whispered and the king smirked.

“You shouldn’t try it, you have a lot to lose son, now go and get to know your new wife, you will spend a lot of time together,” The king smiled an evil smile, and William rushed out of his office.

He rushed through the halls and bumped into someone. He hissed out in pain as he felt the sting on his knee.

“Are you okay?” A soft voice asked and William’s heart started beating. He wasn’t in the right state of mind to do this. To practically re-live the moment he met Agnes but with someone else.

“William, are you okay?” Vittoria’s voice rang through his ears and he shook his head as he struggled to get up.

“William, let me help you,” she touched him and that’s where he snapped.

“Don’t touch me,” he said loudly and Vittoria stepped back, eyes wide with fear.

“Please just leave me alone,” he whispered and rushed down the hall in the direction of his chambers, leaving a stunned princess behind him.

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When he rushed into his room, he slammed the doors behind him and slid down the wall. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was too much, the wedding, the loss of his love. It was too much at the same time. And so he spent the rest of the morning crying in his room and mourning his loss.

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