#coin magick

[tangledinink]

well if one is getting special bonding time with ct!michael then gemini should get some too--

@gemini-forest -> coin toss!michaelangelo

@separatedleoau -> slau!leo/one (who isn't even here but i said his name :) and also 1000% ripped diana's comic format off--)

[identity-coining]

Disney's Hercules Ficto-Religion

A flag for devotees of the chthonic gods/entities seen in Disney's Hercules.

Struggled a bit with this one as...I had no idea what to do. Never watched the movie, didn't feel called to the pantheon, and most images failed to inspire me for the color palette. Did manage to scrape this together for a request, however, to which I hope the requested likes it.

Still majorly burned out so it'll be a bit before I get back to Magnus Archives things, but I might have a spurr of energy here and there.

[receivingtranny]

Otherkin Neopronouns

sources - LGBTQIA Wiki, Otherkin Wiki, MOGAI Wiki, Human Rights Campaign, Pronouns Wiki

A flag for people that are alterhuman/otherkin/kingender and use neopronouns.

Examples of neopronouns: xe/xem, hu/hum, it/its*

Examples of otherkin neopronouns: bun/buns, gro/growl, death/deathself

*some people do use it/its in reference to their kin, for example being an it/its puppy

Fae Star Neopronouns

sources - Wikipedia, Wicca Living, Pronoun Wiki

A flag for witches and wiccans who utilize fae magick in their spiritual practice/craft and also use neopronouns.

[cthulhumystery]

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[inhalingmagic]

[oraculumni]

blog?

Hello! I'm Ophelia.

Suppose you had a patron of the arts.

What would you make if you knew that every month, your bills would be paid and you could afford to leave the house every once in a while?

I thought I knew already. I spent, god knows how long, praying for some saint to give me a job that meant doing art as my job.

Of all my artistic skills, the one I wasn't banking on was the occult stuff. I'm honestly more of a hobbyist.

It started off well enough, but now I'm just burnt out and feel super guilty about letting another donation come through, knowing I can't really do anything with it after...

I feel like I've been disconnected from the world for a really long time so... And I can't believe I'm saying this, I think I'm actually ready to go back to doing a regular job.

I applied to a new job at my local video game store and I know I shouldn't, but I'm really hoping I get it.

[saturninemysticthreads]

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[travelingthief]

Hades Devotions and Offerings

Learn About:

Parts of the Underworld

Rivers of the Underworld

Persephone

Embalming practices (ancient and modern)

Funerary rites and practices across cultures

Chthonic deities

Death magick

How gravestones are made/parts of a gravestone

Most common causes of death

Offerings

God of the dead and the Underworld:

Bones

Preserved dead animals (pinned bugs, wet specimens, taxidermy etc.)

Dog fur

Dog imagery

Cerberus depictions

Keys

Skulls/skeletons

Grave imagery

Graveyard dirt/regular dirt

Bident

Red wine, whiskey, bourbon

Mint, cypress, asphodel

Urns

Ashes

Pictures of dead loved ones

Persephone depictions

Dried flowers

Spices

Dead plants

Ghost imagery

Chains

Depictions of black animals

Black cloths

Black items

Crowns

Black candles

Snakes

Gravestone rubbings

Ashes of cremated animals/loved ones

Coffin imagery

Items from deceased loved ones

Family heirlooms

God of Wealth and Abundance

Silver/black jewelry

Gems and crystals

Coins/money

Cornucopia

Money bowl

Soil

Devotional Acts

God of the dead/Underworld

Walk in a cemetery 

Clean graves (properly and with permission)

Write an advanced directive/last will and testament

Wear black

Create an altar/shrine for dead loved ones

Leave flowers on old graves

Leave coins on old graves

Sit and visit with graves

Become death positive/death neutral

Accept death as a reality

Contemplate your morality

Donate to funeral costs

Assist bereaved people (with food, money, company, etc.)

Preserve dead animals

Embrace silence

Pray for roadkill

Sit with dead animals you see

Pray for the dead

Do ancestor work

Learn suicide warning signs

Learn overdose prevention

Learn CPR/first aid

Sit in total darkness, outside if possible

Live your life as fully as you can

God of Wealth and Abundance

Save money

Increase your financial literacy

Invest

Create a money bowl

Carry cash

Keep track of your finances

Pay your bills on time 

Donate to causes you care about

Create a weekly/monthly budget

[dancingwithfoxes]

10 little subtle ways and things you could be doing that are witchy!

(esp if you're still in the broom closet) ❤️🦊

1. virtual and online altars

pinterest boards dedicated to your gods/goddesses; quotes and aesthetics.

tumblr dedication blogs.

social media page with your witchy alias.

discord server, a private place to organise channels and create categories for what you want, i.e., spellwork, candle magick, crystal associations, etc.

music playlists, for both manifesting and connecting with your deities, they love coming through music.

2. journal/book altars

similar to the idea of a book of shadows, this will be personal writings and thoughts for specific deities.

you can customise it and decorate it much like a physical altar! i.e., stickers, washi tapes, markers, sparkles.

custom spreads for whomever you work with, you can put prayers you've written for them, words you want to convey, and express.

3. the wooden box altar, also known as a travelling altar

a place to put all your trinkets and necessities.

if you're unable to have a physical space, having one that's portable will help you take your altar wherever you go.

you can carve/paint the box to be more personal for you, or to be ultra discreet about it you can just customise the inner part so it doesn't stick out to people you don't want knowing yet.

4. origami shapes

for manifesting, write out what you would like and fold it into a star to carry out the manifestation.

use the idea of symbolism to embed your intentions, for luck, a four leaf clover. for allowing new opportunities to find you and let go, a butterfly, to succeed in something you could make a bird; "soaring to new heights."

you could also use this time to connect with your deities, just being with them in the moment.

5. financial abundance

if you can't blow cinnamon on the first day of the new month, put a dash of it in your morning coffee or tea first thing.

use of coins in the soil of your plants welcomes in prosperity.

likewise with coins, frogs are symbolic of wealth.

a bay leaf where you keep your wallet/purse, the exchange of the money you give out you will receive back with a little extra.

6. kitchen magick/green witchery

add spices/herbs to help achieve something you want i.e.,

pancakes with vanilla and honey to bring in loving and warm energy.

adding pepper/salt/basil/rosemary to encourage protection.

for clarity and insight, chamomile tea.

to have peaceful and calm resolve, lemonade with fresh mint leaves.

7. clothing and jewellery

wearing items of clothing or jewellery in honour of your deities, i.e.

rings, bracelets, and necklaces that symbolise something of them for you.

shirts with quotes you feel resemble them; colour associations work plenty.

if you crochet or make your own items of clothing, knot magick or sewing in a symbol that means something for you can help you feel confident when wearing it.

8. self-care can be devotional

doing things that make you happy whilst doing it in honour of your deities allows them to be present in your simple joys.

writing, poetry, reading; feeling called to read something because it holds a message for you.

indulging a show or something you watched in your childhood years, deities take pleasure in watching something that means alot to you and will be grateful to share that moment.

treats and specific cravings, i.e., little upg, but loki loves sweet pastries.

taking a walk about in nature gives your deities more room to show you the beauty of the world. take them to your favourite bench, to your favourite coffee shop.

knot magick, if you crochet, make something in honour of your gods/goddesses. they will ensure it brings you comfort when you hold it.

painting your nails, you can charge your nail polish beneath the moon or mix in a little moon water to be energised and intuitively connected.

9. cleansing and clearing of old energy

water

will help the bad flow out and let the good flow in.

showers/baths are good for self-cleansing.

holding a glass of water before drinking it and wish your intentions.

crying, allowing yourself to feel what it is you're trying to process in order for it to be released. can't release something you haven't finished going through yet.

moon water, I recommend this during a new moon as that's more symbolic to starting anew, planting seeds and encouragement toward growth.

sun water, can help with energising you and bringing in positive energy, also a confidence boost.

earth

holding onto a crystal for a few moments, just breathing in and out.

crystals can be used for cleansing, smoky quartz, clear quartz. there is a crystal for all your needs.

plants! plants are great for protection and for taking in bad energy. they will listen to what you have to say, and will love you as much as you love them.

food, especially grown from the earth can help you feel refreshed and buzzing with energy.

fire

burning, writing out your hardships, struggles, anger and burning them (safely please).

lighting a candle while you work on something, very therapeutic, and you can visualise the bad energy being burnt out and released.

incense, the smoke is a natural cleanser and will do wonders. you aren't restricted to using sage to cleanse; others you could use are myrrh, sandalwood, lavender, or cedar. it's completely up to what your preferences are.

air

breathing in and out during meditation, as you take in some air and release it, upon release visualise what you're letting go of.

bells, the frequency of dinging bells helps to disperse bad energy.

sound cleansing through soft music, and intentional frequencies. you'll find alot of these up on youtube.

10. divination methods (aside from tarot/pendulums that i know of)

clouds, observing what you see and the shapes you recognise, what you need to know will be reflected in nature.

ceromancy, candle wax, burning a candle after asking for some clarity or an answer and having the wax form a shape for you to interpret.

numerology, angel numbers, and the significance of the numbers.

automatic writing, done in your personal journal, it's unconscious writing that can help channel messages you may need.

bibliomancy, randomly selecting a passage or words from a book.

capnomancy, the use of smoke from candles or incense, and reading the shapes and forms casted by the smoke

conchomancy, divination through seashells, shapes, and the type of shell.

casting a set of charms on a cloth and divinating the meaning of where they landed.

[astra-ravana]

Ghost Water

Water enchanted by the dead. Useful applications include necromantic workings and baneful magick.

Needed:

• A bottle of spring water

• Coins or some manner of offering for the dead

• Access to a cemetery/graveyard after dark

Instructions:

Go to the cemetary around 10pm on the night of a full Moon. Be sure to leave some of the coins at the gate for the guardian of the cemetary. Find a grave that resonates with you and quietly ask its owner for permission to be there and to use their energy to imbue the water with their essence. Wait for some sort of confirmation such as winds, voices, sensations, shadows or even intuitive nudge before proceeding. Once you have the spirit's permission, leave some coins and the water on the grave. Return to retrieve it in the early morning hours, before the sun rises.

[identity-coining]

Dreadful Ones Neomythic

The Dreadful Ones, in a sense, are a broader category (or pantheon of pantheons) for Eldritch Entities a person on the Dreadful Path might follow. Not all Entities are necessarily fictional, but the Dreadful Ones encompasses them as well. Some eldritch entities already have set rituals and traditions, which would be known as Dreadful Traditions.

By its inherited nature as a broader term, Dreadful Ones could be considered an umbrella term for ficto-religious/neomythic terms such as Horror Faith, Lovingcraftian (not to be mistaken for Lovecraftian) and its subgroups, Avatars of the Archive (deprecated), and so forth. Those of respective faiths/paths/spirituality do not have to consider themselves aligned with the Dreadful Ones, and vice versa.

Many who follow the Dreadful Ones may be PCP (Pop Culture Pagans), but not all may necessarily be so, as Lovecraftian is already becoming its own standing belief, and there are eldritch entities who already long-standing, such as the Leviathan.

Practice and belief may vary upon the source material, and individuals will have different interpretations on the chaos magic(k) that bring such entities into being, such as but no limited to: manifestation/thoughtform, parallel worlds, unrecorded pantheon, dormant deities, and so forth.

All in all, the Dreadful Ones and their respective Dreadful Path are one the lures the heart whom gazes upon the dark sun.

"May the Ceaseless Watcher avert their gaze on us." —The Magnus Archives

Note: Changed the title to neomythic after discussion with the original coiner/practitioners; added a note to Avatars of the Archive (new name + discussion in works as of typing this); fixed minor spelling and phrasing errors. Keeping ficto-religion tags for reach.

[theblackdahliaemporium]

Dealing In Death: A Quick Guide To Death Magick

On the surface that might sound kind of scary, even downright evil, but I assure you it’s the farthest thing from. In this blog I will attempt to give you an in-site into the basics of death work. Please know that every witch does things their own unique way, so for the purposes of this work I will be trying to explain things in as unified a fashion as I can. This is intended to essentially be a starting point to bounce off of.

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• Death Energy •

Death energy, simply put is energy called from death and death symbols. It’s about stillness, endings, and the deconstructing and reconstructing processes. It’s about using what’s in the past to fertilize what’s new and grow something that has purpose in the next step of your life. It’s about the acceptance of inevitability and what we can’t change to bring about what we can. Many practitioners call on death energy in everyday spell work the same way you would any other energy. In that sense it’s not to different from life energy.

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• Cemetery Work •

For a lot of death witches, doing work in a cemetery or graveyard is a must, although there are those that don’t, a great deal more either do or will do when they get the chance. Lots goes into this type of work though and a thorough study on the subject should be done before pursuing this type of magick. However, some key points to remember are to always be respectful, obey the laws and rules of your land regarding the resting places, and listen to what the dead tell you.

It’s very important to recognize that there are always going to be practitioners that have their own unique rules on this subject, but the best way to know if the dead favor something or not is to ask them. What rules you inevitably believe should revolve around what the dead are comfortable with. That said, some of these rules are shared amongst practitioners. I have compiled a list below with some of them. Remember, this is very basic and what a practitioner adds or changes is up to them.

Typically these are the oldest spirits in the cemetery and are in charge of maintaining order. Most offerings include things like coins, drink, bread, or apples.

It’s important to let the spirits know what your intentions are. Will you be doing magick at the crossroads, magick at a grave, or foraging? The gatekeeper should let you know through energy what is acceptable. Remember each Cemetery is different and has different rules over all.

Gifts on a grave belong to the spirit dwelling there. It’s okay to pick up things like trash, or moldy flowers in still water but, rocks, dried or fresh flowers, feathers, etc should be left alone.

Try not to walk near the headstone of a grave (you’re walking on their body. Try to stay near the feet and always say excuse me politely if you have to step on it), always ask for a spirits help never demand it, and always bring them an offering as a thank you.

If you’re gathering dirt, sticks, or plants from a cemetery, even if it’s not on a grave, and you get a feeling like you shouldn’t touch it, then don’t. Spirits will always let you know what they want to keep. Obey that or it’s theft.

Being polite and thanking your hosts is always a must in general and can bring good energies between you and the dead. Especially if you intend on going back to work at that Cemetery.

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• Necromancy •

Another common staple amongst death workers and arguably one of the most misunderstood practices. Simply put, this practice is divination with the dead. It’s all about connecting to and asking the dead for answers from the beyond. Lots of that used to be done in the cemetery and as a result many wild and fantastic rumors about zombie creation were formed, but that’s far from the truth. There were indeed many radical understandings within the practices history however but as science matured so did the knowledge on what this practice actually was.

While necromancy is still done in cemeteries even today, it’s not a must. Calling fourth a spirit can be done a number of ways and will definitely alter and change based on the witch. Some working maybe more cultural than others, and some may be more complex. The uniqueness of these practices can number well into the double digits and is always interesting to learn. Some of the most common spirit summoning techniques (aside from going directly to someone’s grave) are the spirit board, a mirror, and the pendulum. As for how these spirits are called, that too can differ from witch to witch. Most often though, it can involve candles or crystals as an energy source, a personal item or favored item like food, and/or the spirits name. It can be as simple as physically calling out to the abyss, beckoning the spirit forward or as elaborate a ritual as calling in the four directional guardians or a guide to lead them to you.

Regardless of how it’s done, it’s always a good rule of thumb to be respectful to them. Don’t demand from them, ask instead, and offer gratitude and an offering when you end the session.

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• Deity and Spirit Guides •

Lots of death workers may worship deity just like any other practitioner. However the deity they are generally more drawn to are often either associated with the underworld or a psychopomp, like Osiris, Hades, Anubis, or Hecate. However they may also be a deity tide in some way to the personification of death, much like Thanatos.

Even if the witch chooses not to utilize deity they can still conjure up spiritual guides of some sort. These guides can be something as common as ancestral spirits or even animal spirits. Most common animal guides often have some death association and symbolism to them. So animals like Black cats, bats, vultures, owls, crows and ravens are quite popular.

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• Bones & Body Parts •

Its not uncommon to see bones on the altars of death witches. Many beliefs around these tools and what they represent circulate within the community. For some specific animal bones it’s believed you can use that animal spirit and energy. Other beliefs revolve not around the animal itself but rather the type of bone, as each one has its own unique symbolism attached to it. The possibilities are near limitless and for most death practitioners they are a very necessary tool within the craft. Some practitioners even collect additional things like insect exoskeletons, animal skins, and preserved body parts like a rabbits foot.

DISCLAIMER! People should be made aware that it’s always encouraged for all materials to be ethnically sourced. Any form of unlawful collection or cruelty is frowned upon and not condoned within the community.

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• Conclusion •

As started above, these are just some of the basics of death work within the pagan community and serves as a starting point to bounce off of. It’s very important to do your own research and come to your own conclusions regarding this craft and always remember to obey your local laws. Death work can be very fulfilling but not when it’s done under illegal circumstances.

[jasper-pagan-witch]

Jasper's Guide To Energyforms

The various categories that any given energyform may fall under.

There are innumerable names and ideas for energyforms. This will merely go over my own categorizations and definitions of them. These are not universal, but they’ll hopefully provide a good starting point for your own understanding! Ultimately, this is all my own understanding, and all “sources” are meant to encourage you to look around and explore this subject on your own!

What Is An Energyform?

An energyform is any entity made of energy, often your own. I use the term as the catch-all category for servitors, thoughtforms, and so forth, because having a catch-all term for them is very helpful to me. The term is derived from “manaform” from Magic: The Gathering, which is a being that is made of pure mana. [1] I altered it to energyform for my own practice.

Types Of Energyforms

Egregore: An energyform created by an entire group of magical practitioners, typically more than 4. Three or fewer magical practitioners working together on an energyform will still produce a servitor. An example of an egregore is GOFLOWOLFOG. [2]

Pop Culture Entities: One theory for the validity of pop culture magic is that the pop culture entities – including deities, heroes, spirits, and more – are egregores. This is not a universal approach to pop culture magic.

Godform: The image or incarnation of a god. [3] Not quite an energyform of its own, but an energyform can be made to be a godform or to channel parts of a god’s power. [4] A godform energyform can fall under any other category.

Living Spell: An extremely basic energyform that is only a step above the basic spell by way of being given a form to deliver the said spell to its intended target. These typically fade away or are automatically destroyed once they accomplish their goal.

Servitor: A servitor is the “default” type of energyform, lacking in “sentience” and being focused on one or a handful of very specific goals. Extremely simple to make and often look more like “people” (humans, animals, demons/angels, et cetera) than a living spell. Most servitors are best described as magical computer programs.

Viral Servitors [5]: Servitors that have automatic ways built into them to copy themselves to continue doing their job so that there are many of them. One example of a viral servitor is Fotamecus. [6]

Sigil: Most sigils are symbols created for particular purposes and are more often connected to energyforms rather than being energyforms in and of themselves. However, certain animist approaches [7] may see sigils as spirits in and of themselves!

Chao-Mines [5], Energy Store-House Entities [4], Linking Sigils [8]: Functionally the same thing, these are particular sigils or energy points that you can use to draw energy from a place, another energyform, or a thing.

Hypersigils: The term was coined by Grant Morrison and elaborated upon by Aidan Wachter. It is a work of art, such as a novel, journal, or piece of art, that functions as an elaborate sigil. [9]

Sigil Shoals: A collection of sigils that are led by one that is guaranteed to happen, thus forcing the rest of them to come true as well. [10]

Thoughtform: A thoughtform is a “sentient” energyform, though the definition of “sentient” is up for debate. Typically, thoughtforms can think for themselves and do not need to be specifically directed around obstacles keeping them from accomplishing their goals. Thoughtforms are often compared to the type of “artificial intelligence” found in science fiction.

Citations, Resources, And Further Reading

[1] “Mana” on the MTG wiki, compiled by Fandom users, through a Breezewiki mirror: https://antifandom.com/mtg/wiki/Mana

[2] “GOFLOWOLFOG” on the Paranormal wiki, compiled by para.wiki users: https://para.wiki/w/GOFLOWOLFOG

[3] “Godform” on Wiktionary: https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/godform

[4] Creating Magickal Entities: A Complete Guide to Entity Creation by David Michael Cunningham with contributions by Taylor Ellwood and T. Amanda R. Wagener “Servitors as Links” specifically can be found here: https://jasper-grimoire.tumblr.com/post/763362873038782464 “Energy Store-House Entities (ESHEs)” specifically can be found here: https://jasper-grimoire.tumblr.com/post/763362842589151232

[5] Condensed Chaos: an introduction to chaos magic by Phil Hine “Chao-Mines” specifically can be found here: https://jasper-grimoire.tumblr.com/post/763430369816182784

[6] “Fotamecus” by Fenwick Rysen: www.chaosmatrix.org/library/chaos/texts/fotamec1.html

[7] “Sigils: Scribbles to Forget or Spirits to Remember” by witchofsouthernlight on Tumblr: https://jasper-grimoire.tumblr.com/post/762793274388938752

[8] “Create Your Own Linking Sigil” by Jareth Tempest on The Shadow Binder: https://theshadowbinder.com/2019/02/22/create-your-own-linking-sigil/

[9] “Hypersigil” by writingdirty on Tumblr: https://jasper-grimoire.tumblr.com/post/710434325688123392 “Hypersigil” by windvexer on Tumblr: https://jasper-grimoire.tumblr.com/post/700376884034355200/hello-chicken-can-you-share-your-thoughts-on

[10] “Sigil Shoaling: A Chaos Magic Tool” by Cristina Farella on a personal website: https://www.cristinafarella.com/astrological-magic-tools/sigil-shoaling-a-chaos-magic-tool “Sigil Shoals and Robofish” by Mahigan on Kitchen Toad: https://www.kitchentoad.com/blog/sigil-shoals-and-robofish

“Jasper’s Servitor/Thoughtform Resource Post”, compiled on Tumblr by jasper-pagan-witch: https://jasper-pagan-witch.tumblr.com/post/762988504970100736/jaspers-servitorthoughtform-resource-post

[lilysblogofshadows]

midwestern folk magick charms

*copied from Folkloric American Witchcraft and the Multicultural Perspective*

Hexing

Witch Bullet

Witch Bone

Pillow Charms

Yellow or Black Mustard Seeds

Hanging Garlic/Onions

Protection from Bewitchment

Animal charms, sacred prayer papers, magic squares

Gun Incantations

Crushing Eggshells to prevent witches

Horseshoes hung over entrances

To Draw Luck

Black cat bone

To Banish Ill Luck

Silver Coins, Silver Bullets, Forks and Spoons

To Bless a House

St John's Wort Collected on Misdsummer's Eve, May Baskets and Wreaths

To Grow in Power of Speech and Minde

Buckeye

To read future/divine a presence

Mirror

Water, Witching Sticks, Witch-hazel, persimmon, hickory, willow

To Draw Love

Herbs: Trillium, Lad's Love

To Bind Love

Socks

Lay the dead to rest and honor

Covering the mirrors

Telling the bees

For Fertility

Buckeye

[5-puthyyy]

The Magick That Binds Us (Agatha x Rio)

AO3 LINK

Word Count: 6k

Summary:

“What exactly is your plan now, then?” Agatha asks, taking a different approach hoping to talk her way out of this, “You haven’t thought this through, clearly. Are you just going to stand there, gaping like a fish? Staring at what you can’t have?”

Rio snaps her head to Agatha, frowning at her words. “I already have you…” she claims, pulling her dagger out of her boot. Agatha gulps, clenching her hands into tight fists.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Agatha panics as Rio gently presses the blade to her neck, just above the collar of her buttoned shirt, “You can’t kill me. That’s not allowed.”

Rio grins, wide and wild. “Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart…I’m only giving you a little death.”

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Agatha tries to set Rio up but really she set herself up for a good old fashioned hate fuc---

WARNINGS! -- (18+ ONLY) SEXUAL CONTENT, CHOKING + BLOODPLAY + BREATHPLAY + FACE SLAPPING + (does vine-fucking count as monster fucking? help?) + RESTRAINTS

The Magick That Binds Us

For as long as she can remember, Agatha has been running. Running from Death who, despite being on this plane since the beginning of time, can’t seem to take a goddamn hint. Agatha feels she is well within her rights to want Rio dead, to want to never see her face again, to want her gone and out of her life. What she did is unforgivable.

But Agatha cannot force her feelings to disappear. Rio was her first love, her forever love. She knows deeper in her bones Rio is her destiny and she cannot outrun that. But it is far easier to hate her than love her, and are love and hate not different sides of the same coin?

“Agatha…” Rio’s voice echoes in the dark cabin Agatha had managed to lure her into, “Come out, sweetheart,” she continues, her voice playful and beautifully honeyed as it always is, “You’ll have to stop running eventually, my love.”

My love. Gods, Agatha hated that phrase now. She begged and begged for her love to do the right thing, to be there for her, but duty will always come first for Rio. Always. And Agatha had to be the one to suffer the consequences.

Agatha cackles a wicked laugh from the shadows, bouncing from wall to wall. Death tilts her head at the sound, trying to locate it but finding nothing but weak wood and barred windows. “My, my, the years have not been good to you, dear,” Agatha husks, her voice slithering around Rio’s neck.

“I’m in mourning,” Rio says simply, blunt and honest as she explains her new all-black attire. Agatha’s jaw tightens at her words, already feeling the anger within her rise to the surface.

“What do you have to mourn? You took everything from me!” she screeches, her voice no longer bouncing but coming straight from up the broken stairs.

Rio turns to face the direction of her voice. “I lost him too, Ag–”

“Quiet!” She yells, the sound disgruntled, twisted and angry, monstrous. Finally, she makes her appearance, stepping down the stairs from the shadows. She looks…Gods, she looks beautiful. So beautiful and broken. Rio can’t help the quiver in her lips as she frowns.

“Time looks great on you,” Rio whispers, clasping her hands behind her back to prevent them from reaching out. Agatha’s hair flows down her back in waves, still brown even in the darkness of this cabin. Her hands look skinnier, longer, somehow, fingers threateningly twirling the air. But those eyes. She’s opted for dark purple shadows that brighten the light blues in her eyes. She’s hypnotic.

“Tryna catch flies, hun?” Agatha teases as she begins circling the unmoving Green Witch. Rio stays in her spot, unable to move, terrified to move actually. She’s finding it a lot harder than she thought she would; being this close to Agatha for the first time in decades, that is. She missed her more than she could put into words. Rio has always been weak for Agatha, only her, so having to keep her hands to herself is proving to be a challenge, “Pathetic.”

Rio shakes her head at that, frowning at the cruelty of her love. She was never cruel to her, before. Agatha used to shower her with gifts, with love and affection, with that smile that shone so bright even Death couldn’t stop herself from being covered in the light of it. Now, all she can see is pain, sorrow, grief. It’s dark and dingy, wicked and sinister; there’s nothing pure, real, tangible in Agatha’s eyes as she observes Rio, circling her with the confidence of a Goddess.

She’s hiding, Rio realises; from Rio, from herself, from the grief that is threatening to consume her soul. “There is nothing pathetic about wanting you,” Rio replies smoothly, adoringly, not hiding the devotion in her wide eyes as Agatha’s pacing comes to a stop in front of her, “You know you cannot kill me,” Rio whispers, finally brave enough to reach a hand towards her witch.

Agatha aggressively slaps her hand away before it can reach her. “I can sure make it hurt, though,” she pushes through gritted teeth, smirking before lifting her hands in the air. Rio rolls her eyes adoringly, thinking if there was anyone on this plane more dramatic than Agatha, Death has yet to claim them. “Stop looking at me like that,” Agatha grumbles, pushing her hands forward.

The two stand in awkward silence for a moment, waiting. Rio lifts a brow. “Now what?” she says bluntly. Agatha grunts, using her fists instead. She takes a swing but it’s easily diverted, causing her to stumble forward into Rio’s waiting arms, “Hi there,” she smiles, wrapping her arms around Agatha’s reluctant form.

“Get the fuck off me, imbecile! What did you do?” She shoves and shoves while Rio sighs happily, burying her face in her lover’s neck. 

Agatha wonders why her Magick is not working in her own rune-protected space, desperately trying to conjure up the smallest of spells to get Rio away from her. She can’t do this, she can’t be this close to her. The scent of soil, death, mixed with that smallest touch of jasmine is too much for Agatha’s still-wounded heart. She can’t get mixed up in her again, not now, not like this.

“Did you really think runes would work on the Green Witch? You’re smarter than that, my love,” Rio chuckles, laying a gentle kiss against Agatha’s neck. The witch squirms in Rio’s arms, pushing against her chest, fighting to no avail. She remains locked in there, forced to endure the torture of this intimacy, “Look around you,” she encourages, humming in praise when Agatha listens.

“What is this?” The witch mutters, glancing around at the lit-up runes around the cabin. Rio lets go for a moment, giving Agatha her moment for reality to soak in, “How did you–”

Rio chuckles darkly, pulling her black hood back to reveal her own dramatic change. “What was the plan, Agatha?” With a swipe of her hand, a vine comes out of the ceiling, twisting around one of Agatha’s wrists, “Lure me here with angry, desperate cries?” Another vine appears, grabbing the other wrist, much to Agatha’s angry protests, “Runes…And you call me pathetic? This attempt was pathetic. I didn’t think you were capable of underestimating me, sweetheart, but here we are,” The runes flash green, indicating Rio replacing Agatha’s sketchy ones with her own.

Agatha remains silent, trying to think of a way out of this. She tugs at the vines but they’re indestructible, unmoving. Before she can think up anything else, another two rip through the air and grab at her ankles, “Vidal, if you don’t let me go, I swear to you I will not rest until you meet your end!” she sneers, suspended in the air now. Her knees are bent, calves pressed to the back of her thighs, arms behind her back. Rio twists a finger, the vines twisting to her will until Agatha’s facing her ex-lover.

“I already have,” she whispers, trailing a finger down the side of Agatha’s jaw. She hovers over Agatha’s pulse point, feeling the fast throb of her heart, in awe of how it quickens as she steps closer, “Why don’t you want me?” Rio whines, sniffing hard as she buries her face in the space where Agatha’s neck and shoulder meet.

The witch sighs, throwing her head back at the proximity. “You know why.”

It’s a simple answer that requires no explanation. But Rio demands one, needs one, needs a solution to their problem. “I had no choice,” Rio says quietly, more to herself than Agatha, voice trembling, quivering, fingers dangerously low on Agatha’s hips now.

“There is always a choice, Vidal. Always,” Agatha replies, her tone stern, unmoving. 

Rio smirks at that, stepping back, noting the subtle way Agatha rolls her body forward. “Oh, yeah? Get out then.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Agatha spits, grinding her teeth together so hard Rio can hear it in the silence between them.

Rio laughs again, a sound bordering a snort this time. “No, no, go on. If there’s a choice, get yourself out of my vines and leave,” Rio leans in close again, the tips of her fingers brushing over Agatha’s waist, twisting and turning to her lower back, “We both know you’re clever enough to do so…unless you don’t want to leave,” she smiles against the back of Agatha’s neck, dramatically licking a long strip of skin, “Unless you want me.”

“I don’t,” Agatha insists, shuffling and tugging against the vines, “I don’t,” she sneers again when Rio circles back to her with a proud smirk.

Rio takes her moment to really look at Agatha, at the twitch in her brow, the slight gulp, the way the tip of her tongue peeks out to lick at her lower lip. She’s turned on.

The smirk only widens and so does that warmth in her chest. “You can deny it as much as you wants but we’re bound to be together,” Rio lets out a loud ‘HA’ at her pun, much to Agatha’s frustration. The witch simply rolls her eyes at the stupidity, sighing in defeat.

“What exactly is your plan now, then?” Agatha asks, taking a different approach hoping to talk her way out of this, “You haven’t thought this through, clearly. Are you just going to stand there, gaping like a fish? Staring at what you can’t have?”

Rio snaps her head to Agatha, frowning at her words. “I already have you…” she claims, pulling her dagger out of her boot. Agatha gulps, clenching her hands into tight fists. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” Agatha panics as Rio gently presses the blade to her neck, just above the collar of her buttoned shirt, “You can’t kill me. That’s not allowed.”

Rio grins, wide and wild. “Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart…I’m only giving you a little death.”

With that, Rio uses the dagger to rip right through the white shirt, revealing Agatha’s lacy green bra. The buttons scatter across the floor as the tip of her dagger catches them.

“Wore this for me?” The Green Witch sighs, wasting no time as she nuzzles between Agatha’s breasts. Her witch suppresses a sigh at the feeling, choosing to thrash against the vines, still suspending in the air.

“Oh, don’t fucking flatter yourself,” Agatha grumbles defensively, huffing in frustration as Rio sucks an angry mark onto the top of her breast. The discomfort of this position is already dawning on Agatha; it’s even more uncomfortable with the growing wetness between her thighs. 

Gods, she fucking hates her. She hates how Rio makes her feel, hates the power and control she’ll always have over her, hates that Rio always gets to take and give nothing in return. And most important of all, Agatha fucking hates how much she loves it. The chase, the danger, the thrill of that dagger against her throat knowing that she’s tied and unable to stop her. Rio could kill her right now, or take her right now, and the choice is entirely in her hands. But Agatha will never tell Rio how badly she wants this, wants her all the time.

“Are you going to fuck me or leave me hanging?” Agatha asks, clearly trying to entice Rio to take the first option.

“Ha,” Rio snorts, pulling back to hold Agatha’s cheek in her hand. She takes a moment to look into her eyes, trace her slightly aged features, still as beautiful as ever, “You’ve been a bad girl, Agatha,” Rio whispers, voice low and dark as she leans in, teasingly swiping the tip of her tongue over Agatha’s parted lips, “And bad girls gets punished.”

It was frankly impossible for Agatha not to let out a whimper at that, the tiniest of whimpers ever but loud enough for Rio to hear – she must have, given the look of pure glee that takes over her features. With that, Rio quickly pecks Agatha’s lips with a whispered, “Love you,” before circling a finger in the air.

“Hate you,” Agatha sneers back, yelling in anger as she’s spun around by the vines, body twisted and positioned like a ragdoll. She’s facing the floor now, her legs lowered, her behind towards Rio. It takes her a moment, only when the breeze hits her skin, for her to realise Rio magically removed the rest of her clothes.

“I think I’ll keep these,” the Green Witch contemplates, greedily tucking Agatha’s lace panties into the back pocket of her pants, “Look at you…” Rio whispers, sighing contentedly as she indulges in feeling the soft skin of Agatha’s thighs, “So beautiful, Agatha…Always so pretty for me.”

To mark the end of her words, Rio suddenly slaps a hand to a plump ass cheek. Pushed forward by the pressure of the hit, Agatha swallows her grunt, swallows her pride, utterly exposed in this position. She won’t give Rio the satisfaction of hearing her whimper and beg like a–

“Fuck, God,” A loud whine rips out of Agatha’s throat as Rio’s hand suddenly slaps against her glistening lower lips.

The Green Witch lets out a dark chuckle, slithering a finger between Agatha’s slit. “Not God, sweetheart. You’ll be stuck with me for this life…and the next,” she rasps, punctuating her words with another spank to Agatha’s cunt. Agatha barely had time to react with a moan before she choked on the sound, taken by surprise as Rio slapped harder, this time leaving her hand to linger.

“Fuck you,” she curses, teeth grinding together in anger.

Rio merely smiles wickedly, fingers tracing wet folds and sliding between them teasingly. Death has not just felt power; she is power. But nothing can beat this, her, taking Agatha and making her submit. It was one thing at the start of their relationship, being able to touch someone as beautiful as her witch, being wanted in that way, whimpering at the whispered promises of forever in Agatha’s gentle fingertips that pressed to her shoulder blades. But after…after Nicky, after Agatha left her, blamed her, blurred the line between love and hate…after that, it became about power. Not because Rio wanted it to, but because it had to. Agatha gave no love and wanted none in return. And Rio had promised to always give her love what she wanted.

“All you have to do is ask.”

The air is sucked out of Agatha’s lungs as Rio’s fingers plunge into her, starting at a rapid pace with no plans to slow. All the while, Rio continues with her ramblings and Agatha tries to ignore her words and focus on the mix of pain and pleasure between her legs.

“I really am hurt, Agatha,” Rio grunts, using her free hand to spank Agatha’s reddening ass cheek, eyes wide and eager as she watches the pale skin change, “Not that you set this all up to try to kill me, no, if anything that’s got me absolutely soaked for you,” with a flick of her fingers, the vines twist Agatha until her back is flush to Rio’s front, “You’ll get a taste of that soon enough,” she whispers into Agatha’s ear, teasingly biting her earlobe before flicking her back into her bent-over position, “No, I’m hurt that you thought you could do it.”

Agatha groans, rolling her eyes. “Oh, stop fucking talking and fuck me like you mean–”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

Agatha sucks in a sharp breath at the sound of Rio’s demon voice; dark, cold, detaching yet angry all at once. She felt that familiar mix of excitement and fear in her as this only meant one thing. Rio’s going to absolutely ruin her. She’ll tear her apart, break her down, make her forget everything and everyone but Rio.

Rio hums in approval, curling her fingers as she drags them inside Agatha’s tight walls. “Won’t call you what you want just yet…but keep it up and you’ll get your reward,” she husks, taking Agatha’s immediate silence as obedience.

Agatha means to speak up, means to argue and fight back, claw at Rio with her words, but nothing comes out. Nothing but her shaky breaths and stutters.

“Is that really all it took?” Rio asks patronisingly, “Huh? Oh, baby, I’m so sorry for taking this long to come back to you…” Rio soothes, her touch deceptively gentle as her fingertips trail up Agatha’s spine, “Has it been that long since you’ve been touched?” She asks with a smile as she runs a hand through Agatha’s locks.

But Agatha decides that she’s not done yet. She chuckles, low and dark. “Oh, now you’re about to truly be hurt…”

Rio’s hand freezes in her hair and Agatha can’t see a thing, can’t turn back to watch that smile drop. But she instantly feels it. Feels it in the angry curl of Rio’s fingers still gently fucking her, in her tightening hold of Agatha’s hair, in Rio’s ragged breathing.

“Who?” Rio utters a single word, a command. Despite Rio exuding power, Agatha remains strong in her defiance, choosing to stay silently smirking. With a disgruntled grunt, Rio pulls her fingers out, leaving Agatha with a harsh spank that catches her clit.

Agatha whines, managing to swallow only half the sound before it comes out. Rio’s suddenly in front of her in a puff of green, too impatient to simply walk. Her hand grips Agatha’s face, forcing her to bend her neck to look up into her angry, wide eyes.

“Name.”

The silence is thick between them, so thick Agatha feels she’ll choke on it soon if she doesn’t provide Death with an answer. Their eyes remain glued to each other, unblinking in a silent battle, Rio’s flashing with vulnerable jealousy she has always been terrible at hiding. Agatha nearly wants to laugh at it, at her innocence when it comes to human emotion despite the fact that she has been here longer than humans themselves, long enough to master it. But when it comes to Agatha…well, Rio has always been weak.

“Green looks good on you,” Agatha chooses to whisper teasingly, breaking the silence. It’s a tense moment or two as Rio decides what to do with her, her hand slowly loosening before sliding down inch by inch until she’s gripping Agatha’s neck, “What–Uh, what are you doing?” Agatha nervously stutters, knowing she’s pushed Rio far enough now. The raw, untamed aggression was always the one thing that would break Agatha’s front.

Rio stares into her eyes, sucking all the fear, the anticipation, the disobedience out of Agatha, her eyes flashing darkly before she squeezes. While Agatha’s distracted, gasping at the new sensation, Rio lifts her other hand and, without warning, slaps Agatha’s cheek. The sound echoes as Agatha gasps sharply. Yet it’s nowhere near as loud as the silence that follows. Agatha slowly turns her head back to Rio, her eyes wider, brighter yet darker at once, lips trembling. Her cheek’s already turning red from the impact but Rio can only see the storm in her eyes.

She clenches her jaw, her face flickering to her Death form for just a moment, but it’s enough to threaten her little witch whose eyes flutter beautifully. “I will not ask again.”

“Her name is Grace.”

The hand tightens until Agatha’s cheeks are red and the vein on her forehead protrudes. Rio only lets go when she feels that Agatha’s call to her is close, relishing in the desperate harsh breaths in for air. She steps back, keeping herself busy by using her Magick to form a chair for herself–No, a throne, made of branches, wrapped with vines that pull from the Earth. It breaks through the wooden floorboards as Agatha catches her breath in the back.

“Hm,” Rio hums as she descends, legs spread, arms resting as she watches over Agatha’s hanging figure, eyes gleaming with self-satisfaction watching her vines controlling Agatha’s body, “I’ll ask you that question again when I’m done with you. I expect a better answer.”

With another flick of her fingers, Agatha’s body’s flung around until she’s horizontal but slightly upright, just enough for her eyes to always meet Rio’s, legs spread for Rio to watch freely.

“What…” Agatha pants, frustration growing as Rio tilts her head from her throne, “Are you just planning to sit there and watch? What happened to me getting a taste, huh? Are you going to fuck me or have you forgotten how, hmm? All these years without practice must have–”

“How would you know?” Rio interrupts Agatha rudely, paying her offended expression no mind, “I was hurt, Agatha. You abandoned me. Rejected me. How would you know whether I sought comfort in the arms of another?”

The mere suggestion has Agatha’s jaw clenching, Rio watching the sharpness of it with satisfaction. “You wouldn’t.” 

Rio lifts a brow. “Wouldn’t I?”

“No, you’re mi–” Agatha cuts herself off before the slip-up, lips quivering as she forces herself to look away before anger takes control of her. Maybe this was a mistake. Coming here thinking she could handle seeing Rio again, could forget the years they missed, could accept the fact that they were done and Rio would not wait forever for her.

The slip-up is too obvious for Rio not to notice, but instead of pride, she’s surprised that she only feels rage. “No, Agatha. You don’t get to have me. Not after what you’ve done,” she yells, her tone cutting sharp enough for Agatha to flinch, “All you get is punishment.”

With that, one of the vines twirling around starts to thicken, leaves floating to the ground. Agatha’s head snaps to it as it appears, wrapping, slithering up and around her inner thigh. “Wait,” Agatha suddenly pleads, having not expected Rio to pull something like this. She pulls at the restraints, grumbling, huffing and puffing as they refuse to loosen, “Rio, I’m–”

The Green Witch has no time to focus on Agatha’s use of her name – finally – before twisting her hand, controlling the thick vine that thrusts through Agatha’s entrance. Her witch moans deliciously at the invasion, no longer able to keep up her act. She wanted this, wants Rio, badly, given how wet she is. 

“Oh, would you look at that,” Rio comments, amused at the way her vine slipped in with no struggle, “Someone’s eager,” she snickers, pulling a leg up to rest her foot on the edge of her throne. Her hand hangs over her knee languidly, content to sit there with a soft smirk as Agatha moans, groans, and whines at the relentless pace of the vine between her legs.

This is what she wanted all along. To be taken by Death, by the Green Witch, used and put on display for her satisfaction. The true punishment isn’t the slapping, the choking, the angry, brutal pace of her thrusts, no…the real punishment is taking her power from her.

“No clever retort? Hmm, Agatha? Nothing left to say?”

God, she loves how Rio says her name, insists on saying it all the time. She pronounces every letter, spells it out slowly, gently, like it’s the first and last time she’s saying it, like she’s trying to memorise the way it feels on her tongue. Agatha’s too focused on that to reply, too focused on seeking her pleasure, her walls tightening around the intruding vine. It’s thick enough to stretch her slightly, deliciously painful as it gives no warning, no time for adjustment; it simply takes, following Rio’s command because that’s all she wants to do to Agatha. It’s all she’s ever done. Take, take, take–

“Fuck you, you crazy fucking–” Before she can finish off her angry insult, her mouth is suddenly full. Her eyes widen in shock, meeting Rio’s eerily dark eyes and satisfied smirk.

“Speak up, sweetheart, I can’t hear you,” Rio cackles, swirling her fingers to control both thrusting vines, the one between Agatha’s lips and the thicker one between her legs. She’d be fucking her with something else right now if Agatha wanted her to, if she would only be good for her. But no, that would make Rio feel every inch of Agatha wrapped around her entire being and she can’t have that now. Agatha doesn’t deserve that. Not yet, anyway.

Instead, Rio sits back and observes her lover, pushing her own needs aside despite how uncomfortable her soaked panties feel right now. Her eyes stay locked to Agatha’s wide, fearful yet lustful ones, a silent question radiating from them. Rio leaves it unanswered, breaking her gaze to glance at the vine steadily pacing inside and out of Agatha’s mouth. Her lips split apart, plump, swollen, pink and glistening with her spit that had made its way down her neck. She follows the trail to Agatha’s chest, her dark nipples painfully hard, practically begging for Rio’s mouth to take them; she has to grip the armrest of her wooden throne to stop herself from pouncing.

The final act is the most enticing. She’s been hearing the obscene, wet squelching sounds but now that she’s looking at it, Rio finds her self-control wavering. She’s barely started yet Agatha looks utterly destroyed. Red, swollen pussy lips easily part for Rio’s vine that comes out coated in more and more of Agatha’s slick with each thrust. The patch of brown curls gleams from the wetness that has spread everywhere; her inner thighs, dripping down her pussy to her puckered hole, Rio’s sure it has to be on the fucking floor too.

Agatha senses Rio’s on the edge of the barrier and moans filthily around the vine invading her mouth. She attempts to roll her hips to the thrusts, wanting more and more, wanting Rio, God, she wants her so bad, wants to be wanted, needed so badly that Rio fucks her like an unrestrained monster.

“You–” Rio clears her throat at the croak, nails digging into the wooden armrest, “You’re enjoying this a little too much for a punishment,” she says weakly, trying to save herself some embarrassment at how affected she is by the sight, but she can feel the smugness in Agatha’s eyes and knows it hasn’t worked, “Guess I’ll have to fix that.”

Rio places two of her fingertips together, tilting her head in concentration as she zeroes in on Agatha’s cunt. Deciding she needs to hear Agatha first, she flicks her other hand, pulling the vine out of Agatha’s mouth with a wet pop. Her witch immediately gasps, coughing as she sucks in as much air as she can.

“Are you–Fuck,” Agatha throws her head back at the pleasure, feeling herself reaching closer and closer to the edge of that mountain, “Are you finally going to fuck me yourself or are you still too scared you won’t satisfy me?” she manages to tease, using all the tools in her box to try to push Rio over that edge. 

Death simply looks up at her with knowing eyes, seeing right through her. She presses her fingertips together, looking Agatha directly in the eyes as she slowly pulls them apart. She takes in the wide, darkened blue eyes, the gasp, her lips parting, the whimper that slips out; Agatha’s body tenses completely, flexing her subtle muscles at the feeling, the realisation that Rio is making the vine buried deep inside her thicker.

“Fuck, Rio,” Agatha moans her name like a whispered prayer, breaking their heated gaze to throw her head back as her eyes roll, “Yes,” she hisses at the painful stretch, arching her back best as she can in her hanging position. 

Rio drops her gaze quickly to Agatha’s cunt, breathing in sharply at the sight of her walls stretched, trying to throb and pulse around the big green vine but failing miserably. She’s ethereal. Rio’s heart swells, suddenly leaving her throne and walking over to Agatha like a magnet. She can’t help but reach out, brushing her fingertips up Agatha’s calves, along her inner thighs. Gathering a little slick between them, she pulls her trembling fingers to her lips, daring herself to stick a tongue out and taste what she’s been missing for so, so long.

Agatha cannot speak a word but her eyes, her body tell all as she watches excitedly. Taste me, they say. She rolls her hips upwards, take me, they say, ruin me, devour me, claim me.

With a deciding growl, one that surprises Agatha, Rio steps back, forcing herself to her throne. She twists her fingers until the vines retreat from Agatha’s holes, the witch immediately moaning in despair at the sudden emptiness. 

“Rio,” She pleads, moans her lover’s name in the hopes of enticing her, “I’m close, so close, don’t you want to taste me? Feel me tight against your tongue?” She says absolutely everything but the word Rio needs. The Green Witch tilts her head, watching with a tight jaw as Agatha grinds her hips against the air, tugs her wrists against the vines that refuse to let go. She tugs and tugs until she yells in frustration.

“Tell me you want me,” Rio commands, her words coming with a tone of finality. It’s all Agatha can do to get what she wants. Rio’s making it clear that it is the only option.

“You want me,” Agatha retorts, trying to catch Rio off-guard, beat her at her own game. But she should know her better by now.

“I do,” She says simply, refusing to deny it, brutally, painfully, tenderly honest as she looks into Agatha’s annoyed eyes, “I want you, Agatha, I want to hold you, feel you around me, taste you, fuck you until you cry for me to stop. I want you, always.”

“Stop.” 

She doesn’t stop, comes closer, fingers tracing Agatha’s jawline. “In all my existence, I have no wanted. Until you. Now all I know is want.”

“Stop it, Vidal.” 

“Do you know how it feels, Agatha? To go your entire life with nothing, feeling nothing, wanting nothing. To have accepted that as what it is, just for your world to be flipped upside down. The aching…the longing…I spend every single second thinking about you, about kissing you, touching you, just looking at you is all I needed Agatha, but you left. Me. You left me, alone.”

“I–”

“Tell me. Do you feel it, too? Do you ache?” she punctuates the word with a flick of her finger, the tip of a vine brushing over Agatha’s clit, “Do you long?” another vine flicks hard over her nipple, “Do you think of me?” 

Agatha refuses to speak, and despite Rio seeing how close she is to breaking, she still loses her patience. With another growl, she circles her hands facing the ground before lifting them up, breaking the flooring with a wooden platform just like her throne. It’s covered in soil, another flick allowing fresh azaleas to bloom. The vines wrap around it to secure it and before she knows it, Agatha’s lowered to lay on the platform.

The vines wrap around Agatha’s wrists and ankles, blinding her, stretching her. She doesn’t bother struggling, doesn’t bother tugging; it won’t work and they both know it. One look at Rio’s dangerously dark expression and Agatha decides the best thing to do is lay back in defeat. She drops her head, surprised when it hits softness instead of rough wood.

“I missed you, my love,” Rio husks, her fingertips burning against the skin of Agatha’s sweaty thighs. They follow the wet trail left in the mess of Agatha’s desire until they reach the pulsing heat between her legs. She takes a moment to tease, twirling the damp patch of impossibly soft curls between her fingers.

“Rio, just touch me,” Agatha begs. It’s right there at the tip of her tongue, and Rio senses it, gives in for a moment but not without a teasing glint in her eyes that lets Agatha know she’s plotting something. Before Agatha can say anything else in protest, Rio thrusts two fingers into her knuckle-deep. “Fuck, Rio,” Agatha chokes on her moan, arching her back into Rio’s touch as best as she can.

Rio growls at the sound of Agatha’s intoxicating moans, jumping up and mounting Agatha with untamed desire. Her tongue immediately finds Agatha’s neck, licking up from her collarbone to her ear, all while her fingers relentlessly thrust inside of her. The act of licking her neck is filthy, but Agatha loves it, throwing her head to the side to expose more of her neck to Rio’s mouth; the Green Witch eagerly bites down, creating mark after mark as if painting over a canvas.

“Say it,” Rio demands again, panting hotly into Agatha’s ear. She clings to her goal, needs to break Agatha’s walls down until there is nothing left but the raw truth.

But Agatha remains silent still and Rio takes that as disobedience. The witch arches into Rio’s touch, eyes rolled to the back of her head, lips parted like they the gates to paradise and Rio wants nothing more than to dive in and claim it. The way her warmth is tightening, throbbing around Rio’s fast fingers is more than enough to tell Rio she’s seconds away from falling over that edge. Which is why she pulls away.

“Fuck, no, no, you–you can’t–” Agatha’s words are sucked in as Rio’s hand smacks her across the face again. Her head turns right back in defiance, attempting to stand her ground.

Rio grins wickedly. “I can. I did,” she leans down, biting Agatha’s lower lip hard enough to draw blood which she eagerly licks up, “You want to come?” Rio asks mockingly, her hand coming down to grip Agatha’s neck, “You know what you need to do.”

The thrill and pain of this torture have Agatha at a crossroads. She feels on the verge of tears, orgasm, and murder all at once, and she’s unsure which she wants the most. But what she does know is all roads lead to Rio, and she really does only have one choice here.

“Please.”

Rio pauses, her smirk faltering at the unexpected turn. “What?” she whispers in shock, no quiet believing her ears. She takes in Agatha’s expression, her brown eyes wide, unblinking and observant; she refuses to miss a single shift. The way Agatha’s brow twitches slightly, the subtle quiver of her lips, her cheekbones sharp as her jaw as she bites her tongue and sucks in her pride.

Agatha sighs out a shaky breath, blinking once, long, her blue eyes shedding a layer to show Rio her willingness to be vulnerable. Of course, it’s only to get what she needs out of this, and they both know it, but Rio lets herself sink into the delusion that this is more. Agatha will want more, she will well and truly forgive her one day and love her not because she simply does, but because she wants to.

“Rio, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

It’s not exactly what Rio wants, but it’s enough. Her fingers find their way back to Agatha as does her heart; they both sink into the unforgiving witch with a tenderness gentle enough to bring tears to the soulless. She keeps her face buried in Agatha’s neck. Rio cannot bear to look at her, cannot bear the inevitable rejection, the humiliation of it all.

“Right there,” Agatha whimpers into Rio’s ear as her lover pumps three fingers into her tight heat. It’s fast, wet, loud, and suddenly incredibly tense as Rio’s silence amplifies the sound between Agatha’s legs. There’s a discomfort and eeriness to it, to a quiet Rio. Agatha’s unsure whether she likes it or not, which is a shock to her since all she’s wanted to do is shut the witch up.

“I’ll give you what you want, Agatha,” I always will, she thinks, but doesn’t dare say aloud. She fucks her, her fingers pumping almost mechanically, her thumb twisting up to brush against Agatha’s clit with each thrust, her tongue lapping gently, lips kissing, mouth sucking, teeth biting. The claim means nothing in the end. Agatha will run again because it is less painful than bearing the truth, accepting the Magick that binds them.

Agatha writhes beneath her, her whines turning into loud, wanting moans, desire as untamed as her hair. She’s been pushed to the edge over and over again all night, this should be easy now that Rio’s fingers are inside her. But something holds her back. She tightens and tightens, forces her eyes to shut as she concentrates on the building pleasure, but she reaches that edge and stays there, her body too stubborn to let her fall.

“Fuck, Rio, I–” Agatha groans in frustration, her tone shedding another mask, “I can’t, I need–”

Rio’s mouth hovers over her ear, always obedient and eager for Agatha. “What do you need?” she asks, gently kissing the skin of her ear, “My fingers are inside you, and I won’t stop. Is that not what you needed?” Rio continues, “Is it permission? You have it, Agatha, do what you like. Have it your way, as you always do,” Rio’s words scream devotion but her tone screams defeat and Agatha…Agatha hates it. And more importantly, she hates the way a defeated Rio makes her heart clench painfully in her chest. She doesn’t want this, no, not Rio like this, so broken, so detached. No, she wants her eyes, wants her lips, wants to feel Rio’s soul sink into hers until Rio is all she can feel.

“I want you.”  

There is no mistaking the raw truth in her tone this time. Gone is the facade, the mask, the fear of vulnerability. Rio can hear it all, can see her, see what she truly wants. She slowly pulls her face away from Agatha’s neck but her eyes remain shut tight, terrified she’ll open them and see deception. Her fingers pause, curling inside Agatha like she’s attempting to carve herself into her lover.

Rio flinches at the sudden touch of a gentle hand to her cheek, the unexpected feeling forcing her eyes to snap open to meet the clear skies Agatha’s eyes are communicating to her. Gone is the storm and all that is left is…

“You. I want you, Rio. I need you, crave you, I ache for you more than you will ever believe,” she whispers, words too quiet as if she’s terrified of speaking them.

Rio lets them warm her heart as she sinks her body into Agatha. She lets herself go, wanting to be close and taking it, taking Agatha who wraps her legs around Rio’s waist and pulls her in as if she wants to mould their souls together.

“Agatha,” Rio whispers like a prayer, brushing her nose to her lover’s. She slowly begins to thrust her fingers again, sucking in the breath Agatha lets out. Their eyes remain locked together, lips brushing against each other with each powerful, deep thrust.

“More,” Agatha begs, “Please, more,” she begs, begs, begs and Rio cannot deny her, not while she’s like this, heart split open for Death to consume her.

“I would give you the world, if only you would ask,” Rio pants in confession, whining and whimpering as Agatha’s nails find the back of her neck, “I–I did all I could and more, Agatha, I swear this to you,” Rio whimpers again, letting a tear drop and slide down Agatha’s cheek.

“I know, my love,” Agatha sighs, gasps, tightening her legs around Rio’s waist as she pulls her in, “I know you did.”

It only takes a kiss to throw her over the edge. Rio leans in just as she curls her fingers and presses a thumb to Agatha’s clit. Their lips meet gently, yet passionately, hungrily sucking. There’s a swipe of a tongue and someone lets the other in, their tongues begin to dance and there is no fight this time, just surrender. 

The Sun is up by the time their lips part. Rio is resting her head against her lover’s chest, eyes still teary, hands still clutching so tightly because that sinking feeling of inevitability in her stomach has refused to leave.

“You already gave me the world, Rio,” Agatha says, voice hoarse yet stronger, shielded again, “And then you took it from me.”

masterlist + guidelines

idk why i made this painful but lmfao here you go

[hanafubukki]

chaos hype anon here and i saw all the new stuff. i am happy. Malleus: Mother will you smite you. this one from that recent post you made just makes me imagine the rest of the nrc students somehow being sideliners to meleanor and lilia fighting while the rest of Diasomnia plus MC and Dawny are doing damage control.

Just a normal day in NRC

[Masterlist; specifically about this ask]

Hello Chaos Hype Anonie 🌺🌻💚

Glad you’re enjoying all the new stuff anonie 💞💞

Ah NRC, you would think NRC would be used to this chaos by now right? Another day means another day of survival essentially.

They have to get used to OBs, powerful dorm leaders having tantrums, pass tests, try not to sign their life away, oh my.

But what they haven’t gotten used to or was ever expecting, was seeing the Queen of Briar Valley chasing one of their third years. Who, apparently, is way older than he looks and used to be a General hundreds of years ago??

At this point, you can tell them that their history teacher is secretly a lord and they would believe you.

Most of NRC watched as Lilia Vanrouge of Diasomnia ran away from Queen Meleanor, who was trying to smite him with thunder.

Malleus Draconia tried to reason with his mother, but to no avail, so he cleared the premises and magicked a shield around the area for safety.

YN: I know Malleus wouldn’t squeal to his mother about what Lilia said…so who could it be?

Dawn: It would have to be someone who benefits from such a situation.

Diasomnia + YN + Dawn: -sigh-

Headmaster Dire Crowley: -counting gold coins; sneezes- Hmm? Is someone talking about me?