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Could I pls get my fav fic lark for wip Wednesday 😁😁

"I never felt that way about you," you said quietly, hoping the conductor would turn around to face you.

Kicking a pebble with her foot, Agatha sighed as she stared at the twinkling of the Los Angeles skyline in the distance. "As always, dear, I think you're giving me far too much credit for something that I don't deserve."

-The Lark Ascending (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

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So episode 4

Briefly answering this and dodging spoilers left and right because I haven’t watched yet 😭 Report back in around 4-5 hours and I will post my thoughts!!! 🫶🏻

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Chapter 3 so good I’m probably going to re-read the entire series, you’re insane.

Oh my gosh stop hahahaa 😭 I’m so so so glad that you enjoyed it- it’s one of my favorites I’ve written but my absolute fave chapter is yet to be posted 😭

I hope you’re well thank you sm for the ask 💜💜

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Coming out as film anon LMAO thank you for your support you have no idea how much it means to me!!! I so agree with you that it’s getting worse and worse. The people who just argue right back at you without taking a single second to even absorb what you’ve told them (much like they do with media sigh) it enrages me so bad i just avoid any conversation on it now 😭😭

Hope you’re well!!

Ahhh, helloooo ✨ And oh my goodness, of course. I’m positive you’re going to be beyond successful in whatever you choose to do after school- I’ll be rooting for you! Yeah it’s quite disappointing and I’m sort of seeing it everywhere, haha. What’s even worse is most of the time explaining the plot or something along those lines isn’t even grounds for starting an argument. I usually just mute people now when I see that 😭✋🏻

But again I hope your studies are well and you’re getting excited for the Agatha show :)

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The Lark Ascending: Chapter Four (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Summary: The working relationship between a conductor and their soloist was supposed to be seamless. But what happens when you're dealing with the notoriously fickle (and your ex to boot) Agatha Harkness?

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: Hello! Here's chapter four of my conductor!Agatha sequel. Updates unfortunately depend on my schedule, but I always try to write when I can :) I've updated my tag list for Lark, so if you'd like to be added feel free to let me know! This is my favorite chapter yet, and I've linked the main piece I listened to while writing, Rachmaninov's 14 Romances: Op. 34: No 14 (Vocalise) . As always I hope you enjoy and feel free to let me know your thoughts!

Tag List: @fanficreadinglistandarchieve @chiar4anna @marisacoulterswife @getlostsquidward @rigglemethat @aquvr1us @dazzlinghahn

Previous Chapter

The relationship between a conductor and a soloist was special, as you had learned throughout your various performances. There was a certain level of trust that was required on the soloist’s end; to have no doubt that the conductor would follow their lead and guide the rest of the ensemble along with them. 

The conductor needed to hold the same belief, only that the soloist was confident enough in their music to make it through the selected concerto without faltering. One missed entrance or unsteady tempo change could send the entire orchestra falling off the cliff with them.

It was a push and pull dynamic, with the temperament of the conductor and potential ego of the soloist threatening to throw everything off balance. You had never experienced any issues with past conductors you had worked with, but none of them were Agatha.

You had scarcely seen the conductor since your intimate conversation at the gala the week prior. While her words of encouragement had been giving you the boost of confidence you had been lacking, it was hard to focus on any of that when your brain had been so fixated on what happened right after. Or rather, what would have happened if you hadn’t been interrupted. 

It didn’t help that you failed to catch Agatha alone in the days after. She was usually with Tony going over (rejecting) his new marketing ideas, or being trailed by a frazzled looking Scott frantically writing down whatever instructions Agatha would bark at him from over her shoulder. 

The more you thought about it, you really didn’t understand how that particular arrangement was working out.

You had been trying to work up the nerve to approach Agatha all week, which was why you decided to come in earlier than was needed. There wasn’t a rehearsal you needed to attend and no meetings until the afternoon, so you were hoping to catch the conductor when she came in.

It was strange, feeling this conflicted. To not really know where you stood with her after all this time. You believed her when she said you were friends, and maybe that was all you were supposed to be. 

You didn’t want to linger on why that thought made you as upset as it did.

However, it appeared luck was on your side this morning, as Agatha was rounding a corner, engrossed in reading something on her phone. Her dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, and your eyes focused on her white dress shirt that was tucked into her purple dress slacks. You couldn’t help but notice her bare skin, as she had left a few of the buttons undone. 

She noticed you after a moment, and her face lit up.

“What are you doing here?” Agatha asked curiously, pocketing her phone and removing her glasses. “I don’t have you scheduled for rehearsal until Friday.”

“I know,” you said suddenly, craning your neck to look over at her. “I was hoping we could talk about the other night.”

“Hm?” Agatha responded as she glanced at you, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt. “Whatever do you mean?”

You averted your gaze at the sight of her toned arms and her lithe fingers securing the sleeves stayed in place. If Agatha noticed the faint blush on her cheeks she didn’t comment on it.

Clearing your throat, you gave her a pointed look. “After the gala?”

The conductor had a blank expression on her face, before she nodded. “Oh, you mean my assistant? It’s so hard to find good help nowadays.”

“No, I don’t mean Scott,” you dismissed her, frowning as you tried to get her attention. “Agatha, come on, are we really not going to talk about what almost happened?”

Agatha feigned innocence, giving your arm a quick gentle squeeze . “You’ve been under so much stress these past few weeks, dear. Consider it all forgotten.”

“What?”

As the conductor went to open her mouth, she shook her head. “If you’ll excuse me, I have an assistant to reprimand.”

Whipping your head around, you found Scott struggling to carry three huge cardboard boxes down the hallway. 

“Lang! I know I asked to have those delivered to my hotel. What are they doing here?” Agatha seethed as she stormed off.

As Scott started to explain, he dropped one of the boxes in the process and you watched as it comically fell to the ground. Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration, not assisting him in picking it up, merely instructing him to take them one by one to her office. 

“Believe me, none of us get it either,” Monica said as she came to stand next to you, observing Scott and Agatha. 

“How long has Scott been working for her?” You asked, as you couldn’t help but wonder if he had just started.

Agatha wasn’t known for her patience, or for giving second chances. The multiple assistants she had apparently fired before you, and dozens of interns after, serving as proof to the high standards she tended to live by. 

“I think he’s been her assistant for over a year now,” Monica explained, looking puzzled as Scott tried pushing all three boxes stacked up on top of each other. “It’s funny, it’s the longest she’s kept someone around since…”

It took you a moment to realize she trailed off, and you forced yourself to look away as Agatha told Scott to stop, insisting that she would take care of it herself.

“Since what?” You prompted, and Monica uncomfortably looked to the ground.

“Well, since you,” Monica said, keeping her voice low enough so none of the other musicians could hear her. 

“I’m sure that’s not true. She had to have kept someone around for a while, right?” You asked, thinking back on if your former stand partner ever mentioned any of your replacements, until you came short. 

Out of all the things you and Monica would discuss whenever you both had time to catch up you realized she never once brought up Agatha.

Monica grimaced, shooting another quick glance in Agatha’s direction as she was shooing Scott away from trying to help her. “Not really, no. It was pretty bad after you left.”

“Bad how?” 

Monica sighed, and it seemed like to you she was torn between telling you or not. She tugged on your arm, leading you away from the concert hall to a deserted corner.

“None of us thought anything of it at first. You know how she can be,” Monica said quietly, and you nodded because you did know how difficult Agatha could be to work with. “A few people thought she was trying to annoy Hayward by firing them so quickly, but then he was arrested.”

“Yeah, you could have mentioned that before,” you said, remembering Agatha dropping that bomb on you last week.

Monica shifted then, an uneasy expression on her face. 

“What?” You questioned, not liking the way she was looking at you.

“Nothing,” Monica insisted, but she refused to meet your eyes. “Hayward was gone, and she seemed to get along better with the new guy, but she was still going through a new assistant every few weeks.”

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” you commented, but Monica looked at you then and shook her head. “So what changed?”

“No one knows,” Monica admitted. “She hired Scott on and it’s been that way for around a year, maybe a little longer. To be fair she’s been gone a lot of the time, but still.”

Right, you thought to yourself, Agatha had been traveling a lot. Not that you knew where she was going.

Unfortunately that was the moment the conductor in question came traipsing back around the corner, more agitated than before, and you could just barely hear her telling Scott to go feed Scratchy after rehearsal. 

“Orchestra,” Agatha called out, roughly running her fingers through her hair as she strolled past you. “As much as I’d love to sit around a campfire with all of you and join hands as we go around sharing stories on our past traumas and various metaphorical battle scars, I believe it would benefit all of us to be on stage for rehearsal, yes?”

“I’ll see you later,” Monica said reassuringly, before taking off in the same direction as the rest of the orchestra. 

Later that afternoon, you were getting ready to go home for the day. You had a rather productive meeting with Pepper over any changes you wanted for promotional materials going into opening night.

Unfortunately, you spent most of the time stewing over Agatha’s typical elusiveness. You were used to it by now, but you couldn’t help but feel frustrated over her hot and cold behavior. It was just how she was with everyone, and if Agatha hated anything it was being inconsistent.

As you prepared to leave, you noticed someone entering the building. It was a woman you had never seen before.

She was beautiful, you noted, and wore an expensive looking pale pink pantsuit. Holding a matching clutch in her hand, she took off her designer sunglasses and she appeared to be lost. When she noticed you, her face lit up, heels click-clacking on the floor as she walked over to you. 

“Excuse me,” the woman said, lowering her clutch to her side as she looked at you. “Do you know where Tony Stark’s office is?”

“Oh, yeah it’s right down that hallway. First door on your left,” you answered, pointing in the correct direction. 

“Thank you,” the woman replied politely, sticking out her hand to shake yours. “I’m Jennifer Kale, but I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

The name sounded relatively familiar, but you failed to place how you knew of her. Giving her an apologetic smile, you shook your head.

Jennifer raised her eyebrows, surprise coloring her features. “Well, I’m the founder of Kale Kare. We focus on providing musicians with holistic health and wellness.”

Kale Kare…you had heard of that once or twice, but you still couldn’t remember how. Maybe a social media ad?

“Oh cool,” you said sincerely, blushing slightly at the small smile Jennifer gave you in return. “I’m-”

“I already know who you are,” Jennifer said, and laughed at the dumbfounded look on your face. “I mean, how could I not? Half the city is plastered with posters of your face.”

Oh right, the LA Symphony promotional posters, you had actually passed a few on your way into rehearsal earlier.

“I keep forgetting about those,” you quietly admitted, and Jennifer laughed again.

“Besides, even if I hadn’t seen those, you certainly look like her type,” Jennifer added conversationally, and you froze.

“I’m sorry?”

“Agatha is a lot of things, but she’s always been predictable,” Jennifer sighed, looking you up and down. “You’re not the first soloist she’s been with.”

Letting out a nervous chuckle, you looked down at the ground. “I’m not with Agatha. You must have confused me with someone else.”

“Oh?” Jennifer asked, tilting her head to the side as she regarded you. “Are you not the assistant she was sleeping with back in New York? The one who left for Vienna?”

Oh.

“That’s not…” you trailed off, wondering if maybe you somehow hit your head earlier and were actually dreaming this entire interaction from a concussed state. “That’s not how I’d describe it.”

“I must have it wrong then,” Jennifer shrugged, but gave you a look that suggested she didn’t believe you. “That’s just what I had heard.”

“Heard from who?” You hesitantly questioned, as you had been under the impression you and Agatha had been rather discreet during the time you spent together.

“You know how musicians are, always gossiping,” Jennifer offered, giving you a wink. “But I guess they were mistaken.” 

There had been a few instances in which you had wondered if you and Agatha weren’t as careful as you once thought. But, replaying the conversation you just shared with Monica, you wondered if there was truth to what Jennifer was suggesting. Both that you were less discrete than you thought, and more troubling- that Agatha actually cared when you left. 

No, that can’t be it. You were sure Agatha’s attitude after you left didn’t have anything to do with you, she didn’t strike you as the type to pine. 

If only you had been as lucky in that department.

“Yeah, they must have been,” you insisted, trying to shove those thoughts to the back of your mind.

Maybe you should talk to Monica later, get some peace of mind.

“I thought I smelled the faint stench of desperation and fraud,” Agatha’s voice cut through the awkward silence that had filled the hallway, and you jumped at the sound. 

The conductor approached you and Jennifer, hands in her purple dress slacks as she sauntered over, a hesitant Scott closely following her. “What pray tell have we lowly peasants done to deserve such a pleasant surprise, Jen?”

“I’d say it’s nice to see you again Agatha, but lying is more your specialty than mine,” Jennifer greeted the conductor, a smile tugging on her lips. “I’ve heard you’ve been keeping busy.”

Agatha sniffed, tossing her bag at Scott, nearly taking him down to the ground. “No more than usual. What are you doing here?”

“I’m expanding my business to the LA Symphony,” Jennifer announced, her eyes locked on Agatha’s. “I have a meeting with Tony to go over our upcoming partnership.”

“Oh good, another potential lawsuit to add to your ever growing collection,” Agatha quipped, raising her left hand as her index finger tapped against her cheek, a contemplative expression on her face. “By the way, how are your legal woes faring?”

It was then you remembered how you knew of Kale Kare…Agatha. The conductor had once briefly ranted about the company and its founder, Jennifer. It was unsurprising that Agatha wasn’t sold on the holistic remedies that the company swore by, but you never asked what had happened between the two of them that made the conductor as sour as she appeared to be.

“Funny, Agatha, but almost all of those were thrown out by the judge,” Jennifer fired back, and you wondered what ‘almost all of those’ meant. “Besides, based on what I’ve been told, you could actually benefit from some of our treatments.”

Agatha pursed her lips, the frown lines on her forehead becoming more prominent as she arched an eyebrow. “I highly doubt that, I’d be surprised if any of that goop you sell is actually organic.” Turning to Scott, she tossed her keys at him, shaking her head as he fumbled attempting to catch them. “Lang, why don’t you make yourself useful and go lock up my office.”

Scott looked thankful to be excused from the conversation, as he scurried away. You had to admit, you were slightly jealous he was able to leave, as you were currently stuck between Agatha and Jennifer.

“Well Stephen certainly seems to think differently,” Jennifer continued, taking a step closer to the conductor, folding her arms across her chest.

“Of course he’s one of your clients. That man has been living in LA for far too long,” Agatha deadpanned, shooting Jennifer a nasty glare. 

“Typical Agatha, hiding behind some biting insults,” Jennifer observed, giving you a quick once over. “Besides, there’s no need to be so humble. I’m sure your…soloist was flattered by it.”

“Flattered by what?” You questioned, looking back and forth between the conductor and Jennifer, confusion growing.

“You didn’t tell her, did you?” Jennifer guessed, poorly attempting to stifle a laugh whilst Agatha balled her hands into fists at her side. “It’s nice to see you haven’t changed, Agatha.”

“Didn’t tell me what?” You asked, focusing on Agatha who shrugged in response.

“That’s my cue,” Jennifer said, brushing her hand against your arm as she started to walk away. “It was nice to meet you, good luck with your concerts.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, waiting until the woman was out of earshot before narrowing your eyes at Agatha. “Agatha, what was she talking about?”

“Ignore her, all of those wellness treatments and supplements have made her more delusional than normal,” Agatha insisted, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to turn you around in the opposite direction.

Your breath hitched at the physical contact, but attempted to remain your composure. “I thought we were done with the games. What aren’t you telling me?”

Agatha froze for a moment, eyes shifting around before refocusing, not removing her arm from where it was wrapped around your shoulders. “It’s nothing to worry about, dear. Jen just enjoys getting under my skin.”

Only, the more you thought about it the more you realized you didn’t believe her. There were far too many inconsistencies in the conductor’s stories, but what you were failing to grasp was why she wasn’t just telling you the truth. 

What she was doing in LA. What happened to Stephen, because that particular question had more bad possibilities than good. Where she had been traveling to so secretly for the past year. 

Why she refused to talk about your almost kiss.

Shaking her arm off, you shook your head. “No. This isn’t like before, Agatha. I’m not just some assistant you can boss around and belittle.”

“I don’t think I ever belittled you,” Agatha lightly corrected you, and you let out a deep sigh. 

“That’s not the point.”

“Oh? Is there a point to this little temper tantrum?” Agatha questioned as she crossed her arms across her chest. “I was worried you were breaking barriers and rising above the diva allegations most soloists succumb to. It’s nice to see that isn’t the case.”

“That’s really nice,” you said sarcastically, attempting to keep your temper in check. “What did Jennifer mean when she brought up Stephen?”

There was a flash of displeasure on the conductor’s face before she masked it. 

Giving you a sly grin, she winked. “Are you interrogating me, dear? Should we take this somewhere more private?”

“Stop it,” you said dismissively, growing more irritated with every word she spoke. “Why can’t you just give me a straight answer.” 

“Well I think we both know the answer to that,” Agatha teased, leaning in closer until her breath was warm against your face. “But if you need a reminder, I’d be more than happy to provide one.”

“Stop it,” you repeated, patience wearing thin. 

Agatha always enjoyed having the upper hand, and as easy as it felt to slip back into a role you were once very comfortable with, things had changed. You changed. Deciding to switch up your line of questioning, you thought back to what Monica had just shared with you.

“Why did you go through so many assistants after I left?”

Agatha noticeably tensed at that, her eyebrows furrowing and she took a step back, putting her hands in her pockets. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Of course you don’t,” you said, letting out a bitter laugh as Agatha’s expression hardened. 

“Whatever it is you’re implying, I suggest you stop. Maybe spend more time focusing on your upcoming performance,” Agatha suggested, lips curling upwards to form a smirk. “After all, we wouldn’t want a repeat of last week’s…incident, would we?”

The memory of your anxiety attack and conversation that had followed with Agatha came rushing back to you. You bowed your head, feeling your cheeks warm at the humiliating reminder. 

“I should have known better,” you mumbled, each second you chose to stay in this conversation proving to be a mistake. “I thought maybe you missed me, but you aren’t capable of feeling that way towards anyone, are you?”

Agatha’s eyes flashed menacingly, and she recoiled as if you struck her. Turning on her heel she stormed off without another word, leaving you alone once again.

The regret hit as soon as she was out of sight, you knew you shouldn’t have said that to her. But then again, maybe if she was more forthcoming and honest with you, then you wouldn’t have snapped. 

Agatha had a special talent to make you lose your mind, in more ways than one. She was unlike anyone you had ever met, and as many positives as that held there was the occasional reminder of her darker side. 

You sometimes questioned if any of her feelings for you back then were real, or if she just got off on the power trip. 

It was hard, being this torn, and as much as you still cared for her you were starting to get the feeling that it wasn’t reciprocated. At least, not in the way you wanted it to be. You didn’t just want to go back to how things were before. You weren’t just an assistant anymore, you had made a name for yourself.

It was foolish to think you’d ever be as well-known or talented as Agatha, but you liked to believe that you were on a more equal footing this time around.

But it appeared Agatha didn’t feel the same way.

As you finally left for the day, one of the interns came running up with a bag addressed to you. Apparently Jennifer Kale had left some of her products for you to try, along with a note suggesting the two of you talk about a possible PR partnership for the brand.

You spent the rest of your afternoon and evening the way you typically did when you needed to unwind and not spend too much time practicing. Setting your violin in the sitting room, you spent a few hours curled up on the couch reading a book. You would periodically check your phone, some part of you secretly waiting for a text or message from Agatha, but there was nothing.

It did cross your mind that maybe you should apologize, but knew it was moot. You both needed time to cool off.

Deciding to look at the products Jennifer gifted you, it wasn’t a surprise that everything looked and smelled nice enough. Her company certainly seemed to spend enough time with the presentation, as the bottles were all beautiful and almost looked like potion vials. You decided to try out one of the face masks, and you briefly read a few of the ingredients. 

A small voice did question how 100% natural it was, but it smelled nice and it was free so you weren’t going to complain.

You were so wrapped up in applying the face mask you barely heard your doorbell ring. It took you a moment to register the noise, and you checked the time on your phone to reveal it was half past ten. You weren’t expecting company, so you ignored it, spreading the mask evenly over your face. 

The buzzing of your phone caused you to pause, rinsing your hands in the sink before grabbing the device to reveal you had a new text message.

Agatha: Knock knock

After your last conversation with the conductor she was the last person you wanted to see right now, but if there was one thing Agatha was, it was persistent. The doorbell rang again and you huffed, she really had some nerve. 

Storming out of the bathroom, you whipped the front door open, revealing Agatha with her finger pressed against the doorbell. The conductor’s dark brown hair was pulled back with a hair tie, loose strands flying everywhere. You did a double take at her casual attire, the baggy black sweatpants and tight fitting t-shirt that read ‘What’s The Difference Between A Conductor And God? God Doesn’t Think He’s A Conductor’. 

“Took you long enough,” Agatha mused, nose scrunching in disgust when she saw what you had on your face. “Didn’t realize you were interested in having hives break out across your face.”

“What do you want, Agatha?” You questioned, ignoring her jab.

The conductor paused, appearing to realize how irritated you were. Her bright blue eyes were locked on your own, and she took a small step forward, placing her hands against yours. “Can I come in?”

“You’re joking,” you retorted, the earlier argument still ringing in your ears. “You have to be joking. No, you cannot come in. Goodnight, Agatha.”

As you went to slam the door in her face, she stuck her foot in, blocking it. She gave you a rare pleading glance. “Please?”

You could count on one hand the number of times she had ever said that word to you, or to anyone for that matter. Feeling your annoyance fade slightly, you relented. Moving to the side to allow her to come in, trying to restrain the shiver of feeling her body brush against yours. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked again, folding your arms across your chest after you shut the door, locking it.

The conductor was looking at you with an unreadable expression, as her tongue slowly licked her lips. Your eyes were fixated on the gesture, unable to look away until you finally cleared your throat, forcing yourself to look at her with a newfound sense of confidence.

“If you don’t have anything to say I think you should be going,” you asserted, something that surprised both you and the conductor as she raised her eyebrows. 

“You’re wrong,” the conductor said, so quietly you could barely hear her.

“What?” 

“You’re wrong,” Agatha repeated, louder this time.

“If you came here to insult me, you can leave,” you stated, going to open the door.

It was hard to say how it happened, really. Agatha was a lot faster than she looked, and she had your back pressed against the wall, hands pinned at your sides before you could blink. She towered over you, chest heaving as you felt her breath hot against your neck. 

“Agatha…” 

“I’ve never met anyone as stubborn as you,” Agatha breathed out, releasing one hand to gently cup your chin, forcing you to look up at her. “Do you have any idea how infuriating you are?”

You blinked, feeling your head spin as you wondered if this was really happening. Agatha had made countless appearances in your dreams over the years, each feeling more real than the last. It felt like she was haunting you, a cruel shadow you could never escape from. 

But this was real, you noted as you breathed in the subtle but rich scent of her floral shampoo. After all this time, she was really here.

“Agatha,” you whispered again, heart pounding against your chest as blood rushed in your ears. 

The conductor released your other hand, raising her own to tangle in your hair as she pulled you impossibly closer to her, lips ghosting over your own. 

Before you could form a coherent thought, Agatha finally did the one thing you had been yearning for since you left her all those years ago, closing the distance as she smashed her lips against yours. 

All of the times you had reminisced on this, the random bodies you had used as replacements over the years, nothing could ever come close to the real thing. The very real feeling of Agatha’s mouth moving fervently against your own, as she hungrily drank from you like a woman dying of thirst. Her tongue darted out, seeking entrance to your mouth and you could only let out a small whimper as she deepened the kiss.

Agatha let out a muffled groan at that, growing more desperate in her attempts to unravel you, which is why you let out a disappointed whine as she broke away, fingers still woven in your hair.

Panting, the conductor closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath, and you were thankful she had you pressed against the wall because you doubt you’d be able to stand on your own. When she reopened them, her pupils were fully blown out. Her hand caressed your cheek, and you leaned into the tender gesture. 

“I missed you,” Agatha murmured, and she was holding you so delicately, like she was afraid you would break if she pushed too far. 

“I missed you too,” you echoed, feeling tears begin to swell in your eyes.

You thought getting your big break as a soloist would fix the giant hole leaving Agatha had created. But despite all you had accomplished, it still felt like something was missing. You had tried everything, but it wasn’t until this very moment, feeling Agatha’s body flush against your own, with her bright blue eyes searing into your soul, did you come to the startling revelation of what you had been missing. 

Agatha. 

It was always Agatha.

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Temporary - Chapter 1 (Agatha/Wanda Story)

Story-Overview // >>> next chapter

Chapter 1 - Prologue

WordCount: 1.3k

A/N: Hey y’all! I am back with another story that is so twisted I had to write several spreadsheets to get the storyline right and reproducible. This following chapter is short, but sweet and as a prologue just right to set the tone for my new baby. Here we go again - let’s see where this goes.

As always, thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoy whatever I am coming up with now!

Song: The idea for this story title came to me when I listened to Halsey’s Bells In Santa Fe and I really do believe you should give it a listen to, because it certainly inspired parts of the overall story-idea. :) Agatha-Tag List: @danvers97 @ara-a-bird @queennoella087 @our-blood-is-our-ink @harknessesbae @dazzlinghahn @emril-osvigne @kusenpai​ Temporary-Tag List: @drukkari-forever​ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter One _______________________________________________________________________ Agatha Harkness didn’t mean to fall for Wanda Maximoff. Long, elegant fingers fly over her computer’s keyboard, as the brunette stares at the screen, trying to put her thoughts into the right words. The carefully curated letters are reflecting in the blue of her eyes and her face is bunched up, leaving a trail of deep lines in her forehead. 10.38am. Agatha sighs and rolls her shoulders back a couple of times before stretching her fingers and adjusting her posture. It has taken her way too long to find the right time and place to meet the woman occupying her every thought to screw this up now. Closing her eyes for a short moment, she takes another deep breath. To her right, there lies a well-read book with a dark, broken in cover. Glistening red letters decorate the front, the name „Wanda Maximoff“, practically yelling at her in bold lettering - next to it, the book’s title jumps right at her as she carelessly traces the word with her fingernail. „Scarlett“. A fond smile finds its way onto the brunette’s lips while her soft fingertips come to a stop at the end of the second ’t’. She taps it a couple of times thinking back at the book’s content. Right as she found it online a few weeks ago, she devoured it within a couple of hours, drawn in by this story of a devilish witch going after a baby witch to find her destiny and fulfill her life wishes. The magic described within feels almost too huge and majestic to be real. Too murderous to come from such a lovely author’s mind. Shaking her head, Agatha lets go of the cover and looks back at the screen. Struggling to find her words, the brunette huffs and puts the author’s name into google once again, simply staring at her perfect face. The cursor hasn’t moved in a long while and time is slowly but surely running out. Writing the letter again and again, Agatha ends up erasing it all and starts from the beginning - writing a whole paragraph only to delete it yet again. This letter needs to be perfect. It has taken her ages to find a chance to meet the author, her favorite author and tell her how much she adores her. Wanda Maximoff has been a firm part of Agatha’s mind for quite some time now and she has watched every single interview she could possibly find, desperate to take in every single facet about the red-heads mysterious personality. An annoyed look on her face, she sighs once more and finally slams the computer shut before looking at the wall opposite of her where a huge mirror is placed to make her office appear more spacious. She stares at herself. “What?“, a huff escapes her lips as she raises an eyebrow, allowing the blue of her eyes to shine even brighter in the sunlight coming in through the wide-opened window. Agatha shakes her head and gets up from her desk, picking up a scruffy bunny as she leaves the room. Stroking his little head, the brunette makes her way into the kitchen, desperate for a cup of tea to calm her nerves and finish this god-forsaken letter. --- Unaware of the restlessness she causes in the other woman, Wanda also stares at her desk, a script covered in notes, scribbles and thin colorful markers right in front of her. Next to her pen, that she carelessly put down after taking her last note, a phone has been ringing non-stop for the past few minutes. The author stares at the screen with blank eyes before she closes them and leans back in her chair. A nagging feelings runs up her spine, urging her to take a look at her phone again. Rolling her eyes, she sighs and finally takes the call. “What?“, thin fingers run through ruffled red hair that desperately needs to be washed. The last couple of days have been stressful and Wanda does not know where to find all the time she needs to write a new book, organize a book-tour and answer fan letters she gets from her readers. Some ask her about her personal life and work, some talk about her books and characters, and some are full of stories and emotions, getting Wanda teary eyed whenever she reads. “Wanda, are you still there?“, a concerned voice halls through the speaker. “What? Uh, yeah!“ Wanda rapidly shakes her head to get her concentration back on what’s most important right now. “You… You want to stock up on seats for the book tour? Are you sure? Are we selling enough tickets?“ She quints and bites her lips, waiting for a response. Her manager doesn’t take long to respond and his answer is short: Yes. Yes and Wanda desperately needs to stop worrying and asking this many questions. Her work is good, but not good enough to start acting like a Diva now. The redhead suppresses a groan, a flaming red sensation piling up in her whole body. This is giving her a headache. All she wanted was to share her stories, to give her running thoughts a space to exist to keep them from occupying her dreams and every part of her brain, even when she is awake. The young author doesn’t pay much attention to whatever her management is telling her. It has to be something about the upcoming tour date. Probably time management. They will send her an e-mail anyway, so why bother clouding her brain with this kind of information now? Wanda scuffs, losing control over herself. “Come again?“ The manager must have heard her and she rapidly moves her hand up to cover her mouth. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just… I have to go now. Bye!“ Wanda speaks faster than ever before, nearly yells the word and throws the phone away as soon as her finger hits the red button, “Fucking men.“ She shakes her head again and gets up, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. As the key clicks in the lock, her shoulders fall. Rolling them back, she forces a cracking sound in her spine before straightening out her arms by pointing to the floor with her hands on each side of her body. If she closed her eyes, she might as well start elevating just like Scarlett does in her books. A wicked grin appears on her face before she releases a long breath, ready to take the night off. --- It’s the middle of the night as Agatha Harkness makes her way back into her office. She nearly trips over yet another copy of a Maximoff novel that must have fallen from the couch as she hurries through the dark. Cursing herself, gives the book an annoyed look before picking it up and taking it with her through the heavy wooden door. A dream kept her up and forced her into an upright position, urging to finish her letter. The brunettes eyes scan the dark as she once again tries to come up with the right words to convince the red-head to meet her in person. Stroking the scarlet letters as she thinks, she bites her lip until it bleeds. The moon is mirrored in her crystal blue eyes and a cheeky smile appears on her face when her fingers finally grasp the pen and start scribbling a single line in cursive lettering.

[annie-mit-ie]

Hostage Of Your Eyes - Chapter 2 (Salem!Agatha x Reader)

Story-Overview // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: In which she loses trust.

WordCount: 1.9k

A/N: Heya! I can’t believe how well y’all received this new story of mine. The ride has only just started and we have a couple more chapters to go - hope you still enjoy! xxx Annie

Warnings: this story includes sensitive topics and descriptions, blood, a rather unhealthy relationship, the description of being tied up, physical fights (later on) and therefore needs to be approached with caution.

Sexual Content: first of, there will be NO sexual violence. Secondly, as always, possible 18+ content will be clearly indicated, so reading is save for everyone enjoying some angst.

Tag-List: @danvers97 @natalia-helena-alianova-romanov @queennoella087 @our-blood-is-our-ink @harknessesbae @dazzlinghahn @emril-osvigne @kusenpai

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Won’t You Ever Let Me Feel The Open Sky?

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Agatha nervously shakes her foot as she sits in her kitchen, unsure of how to proceed. She didn’t plan any of this. Never intend to keep you here. Never intended to talk to you at all. But now, everything has changed. Now, you are angry, convinced Agatha did something she didn’t do. Convinced that she hurt you, convinced that being a witch makes her someone worth killing. The young witch feels for you, has felt your pain as she healed you, but right now she needs to save herself, leaving her no choice but to keep you with her. For a while at least.

Agatha’s dark hair is wilder than usual and she buries her hand deep into it. She is tired, drained even, and the bags under her eyes give away how she feels within a second of laying eyes on her.

Inexperienced, the young witch used her power wrong, healed you, but not completely, emptied out her power onto the bed, loosing herself in the process. Still sitting at the table, she falls asleep, ignoring your pleads for help until deep into the night.

Of course, Agatha could simply choose to put a spell on you that makes you shut up, quiets you down and makes life with you more bearable, yet, she is scared to miscast, hurt you again, take something from you that she wouldn’t know how to give back.

She shouldn’t care about that, but she does.

Being pushed away by her coven, Agatha keeps up a wall around her self at all times, pretending to be selfish, not to care about anyone and anything. But that’s not how she is. That’s not who she is. The young witch wants to be loved, adored even, and aches every time someone leaves her.

Letting out a long sigh, she awakes from her slumber, stiff from falling asleep at the kitchen table, powerless from what she did to you.

Your pleads have calmed down when you finally fell asleep, exhausted and aware that the pain was slowly crawling back into your body. Unnoticed by you, the door opens slowly and Agatha approaches you with soft steps.

She sits down on the corner of your bed and looks at you for a moment before she reaches forward and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, letting her fingers trace your cheek bones and caress your soft skin.

Her heart aches upon seeing you like this, glowing under the moonlit sky, still painfully bruised, the rope burning into the skin on your wrists. Agatha is aware it’s not too tight, but you must have moved around a lot, trying to free yourself.

A sad look in her eyes, she stops caressing your face and strokes over the reddened part of your forearm where the rope irritated your skin and left a visible mark.

Another heavy sigh and she gets up again, making her way over to the door where she turns around for just a second, before she decides to sleep on the couch, leaving her room to you.

The sun is tickling your nose and you awake with a long groan, eager to rub your wrists, yet, unable to do so. You look around and remember the situation you are in. Slowly loosing track of time, you fail to remember how many days you have been here, with her, captured in the middle of the woods.

Just as you let out another long sigh, the witch enters the room, a plate with food in her hand. She offers you a soft smile.

“Hello.” Her voice is beautiful, calming even, but it doesn’t change how you feel about her.

As she takes on step too far towards the bed, you jerk up and try to move back, hitting your back against the wall. The brunettes eyes widen in shock and you can tell she does not intend to scare you, slowly calming you down.

“I brought you some bread.” She speaks again as she puts the plate on the bed without stepping closer.

Without saying anything, you stare at her, an angry glim in your eyes. A moment goes by before she realizes what she is doing.

“Oh! Oh my god. I am sorry, of course.” She moves forward and tries to ignore the way her touch makes you flinch as she opens one of the ties with shaky fingers.

Hungrier than ever before, you start eating right away, never stopping the eye contact with her as she sits down on a far away corner of the bed.

“Who are you?” You manage to ask in between two bites.

The other girl looks at you, unsure of how to react. You can see how she sucks in her lower lip and softly nibbles on it, before she talks. “Agatha.”

You nod. “Agatha who?”

Agatha shakes her head. “If I tell you, I definitely will have to kill you.”

Now, you are the one nodding. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

You continue eating in silence, as she gets up and is about to leave the room again, following her with your eyes.

Right as she reaches out for the door, you speak again. Louder this time, trying to get her attention.

“I am the major’s daughter,” you explain in a desperate attempt, “he will come search for me! Everyone will search for me. I’ve been gone for too long this time.”

Agatha’s ear reacts to that. “Have you run away before?”

She turns to fully face you and realizes quickly that you don’t answer, your silence saying more than a thousand words could ever.

Biting your lip, you curse yourself. How unbelievably dumb of you. But as you think about what to say, how to fix your mistake, she already turns around and closes the door behind her, leaving you alone again.

For a moment, you sit there, stunned by your own stupidity, until it hits you. She made a mistake. Bringing your left hand up, you twist it around to look at your wrist and it takes you a moment to realize she really did forget to tie you back to the bed.

Frantically, you take another bite of the bread and get to work, trying to free your right hand with shaking fingers. It’s a strong tie and you are sure she used her magic to fasten and loose it as it hurts the tip of your fingers and buries deeper into your flesh as you move.

Hissing, you try not to groan in pain as you continuously fail to free yourself, until it finally works and your hand slips out.

Stunned, you hold both hands up in the air, looking at them for a moment before your instincts set in and you rush up from bed, nearly throwing the plate down in the process.

You curse yourself once again, this could have been the end of your escape, before you get up on unsteady legs. Unsure of how many days you have spent lying down, you slowly move forward and try out your steps one foot at a time until you realize that it your footing is not good, but you can certainly work with it.

Agatha, reading in a spell book about how to heal you further without damaging you, is unaware of your situation.

You make your way over to the window, and slowly, achingly slow even, push it open, trying to stay as quiet as possible. Closing your eyes for a moment, you make one last desperate attempt to calm yourself down, as your heart beats up into your ears and you can’t even hear your own thoughts anymore.

It feels like an eternity later, when you finally move and realize you are higher up then you thought you would be. Slowly, you climb out of the window, holding on to anything you can with bruised fingers, fighting for your life.

You have just moved your whole body outside, as the door flings open and you make eye contact with the witch for a second before you let go with your hands.

“Fuck!” Agatha jumps forward and tries to reach out for you, but you have already hit the floor, wincing in pain.

Before the brunette can make a clear thought, you force yourself to get up and move away from the house, getting dangerously close to the shield Agatha has built around it to make it invisible and soundproof to others.

Snapping out of her state of shock, the witch disappears, leaving behind a trail of purple dust and reappears right in front of you, prompting you to run right into her.

Both of you fall and she hits the floor hard but manages to swirl herself around right away, placing her legs on both sides of you and pushes your hands down next to your head, holding you in place. Panting, she looks at you through clear blue eyes and you lose yourself in them.

You have never been this close to her and just now realize how beautiful she is. Her eyes remind you of the calm ocean at night when the stars get mirrored in it and a soft trail of freckles hugs her nose. Dark, majestic brows grant her with a look that only gets topped by the witty smirk you have seen her spot before.

“WHY?” She hisses, still trying to regain her breath.

Still awestruck by her appearance, you fail to answer. Agatha raises your hands a few inches from the ground and slams them down again. You snap out of your thoughts.

“WHY?” She says again, anger in her eyes.

You frown, unsure about the question as the answer is so clear to you. You want to be free. You want to go home. You don’t want to be with her. She scares you.

You look away from her, into the forest, watching the clouds move by over your head.

“I wanted to feel the open sky,” you finally whisper, looking at her with tears in your eyes, closing them immediately.

Your body aches more than it has before and news of a broken bone wouldn’t surprise you. Realizing you have no chance to put up a fight against her, you relax against the cold floor and open up your fists, letting out a long, deep sigh.

“Close your eyes.” She finally says after watching you for a moment and you obey, finding yourself back in bed right the next second.

Your hands are still up next to your head, but this time, there is no ties. Purple dust swirls around them and panic sets in as you grow aware of the magic surrounding you. This is your biggest nightmare coming true. The worst possible thing to happen and you look at her with pleading eyes.

Growing aware of the fact that you will never be able to leave because she is not just stronger, but also incredibly powerful, you start crying again.

“Please let me go. I won’t say a thing. To no-one.” Another desperate attempt to reach her feelings that she obviously seems to have. You saw how her eyes changed when she hovered over you and the pain set in. She felt it. You know for sure.

The brunette shakes her head. “I can’t. I can’t, and I won’t. You just proofed that I can’t trust you.”

She looks at you with sad eyes and moves her hand in a small gesture. Purple moves across your face and fills your eyes as you can feel yourself getting tired again.

“Now sleep,” she whispers as you try to fight the slumber, shouting angry words at her in your mind before you pass out.

[annie-mit-ie]

Glimpses: Finale (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<<

Summary: Eventually, all good things end. Don’t they? But in true Marvel fashion, you should sit through the whole thing. ;)

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Hello Y’all! I can’t believe this took me a month. I am really sorry and hope this chapter makes up for it. Shit happened and I have a new job, new things to worry about - all that jazz. But I managed to hand in the paper on time and got a B+ on my 22 pages!!! Anyway. Let’s do this. One last time. And, as I said I’m the “summary” - stay until the very end. Just like you would in a movie theatre. xxx Annie

Warnings: there IS a NSFW part and, as always, it is clearly indicated. Enjoy! 💕

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“So… WHO are you?“ Lena looks at you over the brim of her coffee mug, her eyebrow slightly raised as she squints sligthly to study your facial expressions.

You bite your lower lip, trying to hold yourself back from mirroring her, before you put your drink down on to the table. The two of you went to the café that’s located right outside of the studios after roaming around the area, occasionally stopping to watch the tram shoot smaller scenes, for a long while. Lena showed you different departments and equipment as well as the cafeteria and lounge before you decided on the case as she had told you how much she likes the drinks there.

She is still eyeing you from across the table, waiting for an answer, while you scan the hazelnut brown of her eyes, trying to figure out her intensions with you.

“I am Y/N?“ you try, still unsure where this conversation is going.

Lena chuckles and slightly shakes her head before she pushes a long strand of brown hair behind her ear. She smiles at you and, for the first time, you notice the soft trail of freckles that hugs her nose. She is beautiful and you can’t help but see similarities between her and Kathryn, right when she stops touching her hair and lets her hand sink to the table before she she places it on your forearm.

“I know that, silly,“ she chuckles, releasing your arm again, “what I mean is who ARE you? I have never seen you before but you seem to be very close with some of the cast and.. I mean… Unless I am overstepping, of course.. Excuse me, if I am being to forward, you just seem so nice and I am genuinely interested and like… I mean…“

You stop drinking immediately and shoot her a reassuring smile. “Hey, it’s fine. I don’t have a problem with the question. I… Wow… I have never really told anyone my age face to face like that before…“ you take a deep breath, “to answer your question: I am close with some of the cast because I am Kathryn’s girlfriend. GIRLFRIEND girlfriend, I mean.“

Lena’s eyes widen. “OH.“

There is a moment of silence in which you look at her, unsure, unable to say anything at all, unable to take another sip, unable to move.

“Oh, right, I should have totally understood that the first time! That’s cool!“ Suddenly, the brunette breaks out into a big smile and looks at you with sparkling eyes. “Lovely to finally meet you, dear! Kathryn talks about you all the time but never has her phone on hand to show pictures. Excuse me for not recognizing you right away.”

You smile at each other and Lena eyes you for a moment before she reaches for her drink again. “Anyway. So.. how is that?”

You tilt your head. “Being with Kathryn?”

The brunette nods and smiles over the brim of her mug before she finally takes a sip again.

You think for a moment, considering what to tell her and decide to start from the beginning, reminiscing about the crush you’ve had on her for a long time and how she was the one who actually wanted to meet you after you had shared glimpses at the event in spring. With a wide smile on your face, you tell her about the times you have spend in the garden and the trips to Europe. You tell her how caring Kathryn is, how you cook and bake together and how you taught her to play video games while you sit on the couch giggling from the wine you’ve had.

Lena smiles wide as you slightly blush from your memories and talk about how kathryn met your mom and how much they seem to love each other. Talking about the relationship feels light and easy and Lena’s reaction is so supportive it warms your heart even more.

She sighs. “Honestly. This is exactly how I imagined Kathryn to be outside of the studios. She is so funny and genuine and I totally get you. Like… you hit the jackpot, obviously.”

A smile crosses your lips as she says more positive things about your girlfriend and you blush even more now that she winks at you and tells you Kathryn obviously hit the jackpot, too.

The rest of the conversation is just as exciting and easy and you tell Lena about how wholesome your life has gotten ever since you moved in with Kathryn. When you are done, Lena tells you a bit about herself and her work and you exchange numbers to hang out some day and are just about to continue your conversation as a bell rings and tells you that the shooting is over for now and it’s safe to walk onto the property again.

“JESUS. We’ve been here for a long time,” Lena chuckles and ruffles her hair before she looks at the watch on her arm. “Let’s get back inside and see how far they are along, shall we?”

Grinning, you nod and pay for both coffees, before you follow her outside. Lena’s hair flows in the wind and she radiates sunshine as she explain even more things to you while you walk through the studios until you reach the long hallway again where Kathryn left you a couple hours ago.

The woman in question is already leaning against a wall, Elizabeth is standing across from her, and the two actresses discuss something in a very animated manner while they wave their hands around and it seems like they are casting invisible spells just like they did back at the MTV awards. They immediately put their hands down as they see you approach.

“Hello again, pretty ladies,” Elizabeth chimes as soon as you reach them.

Lena grins and Kathryn makes eye contact with you, exchanging a short, loving smile before she leans forward to kiss you softly.

“Oooooooh, now would you look at that,” Lizzie grins watching the interaction before she winks at Lena, who blushed slightly.

Your new friend looks around, smiles politely and excuses herself, knowing the three of you are all set up for a date. “It was nice meeting you! Text me if you want to hang out anytime soon, yeah?”

You nod and your heart warms as you see the excitement on Kathryn’s face as she realizes you’ve made a personal connection to her work.

“Shall we?” Elizabeth breaks your eye contact as she draws Kathryn’s attention in.

“Oh but of course,” the older woman chuckles more to herself than to any of you and wraps her arm around Lizzie’s before she grabs your hand. “Let’s go, my loves.”

The three of you are an odd looking group, yet, every outsider immediately notices the love that surrounds you as you exit the property and fall into the car Peter already has waiting for you.

A short while later, after endless stories about Elizabeth’s new love for gardening, her hate for social media, and a broad discussion of the women about how stressful it is to maintain a public profile, you finally get to the restaurant Lizzie has chosen for the occasion. The sun has already set mostly and you look up the tall building towering in front of you.

“This is it?” You ask, unsure, as you have never been out in West Hollywood before.

Lizzie nods and walks straight into the closest elevator, pressing the button that says “Catch LA” in tall, golden letters.

“Ladies,” she motions out of the elevator door and Kathryn lets you go first, holding your hand while your mouth falls open upon seeing the beauty of the restaurant entrance.

The hallway’s ceiling is plastered in greenery and every possible spot holds beautiful flowers, putting a huge smile on your face.

“Welcome to my favorite Asian place.” Elizabeth smiles as she makes her way past you, walking straight towards a heavy metal door that she pushes open to reveal a restaurant that is filled with furniture made of dark wood, accompanied by dark grey accents. There is a tree in the middle of the room, surrounded by tables that seems much more green than usual trees and you can’t help but gasp as you lay eyes on the enormous window fronts, West Hollywood’s lights shining through them.

“This is beautiful,” you whisper, slightly squeezing Kathryn’s hand, who whispers “Bananas…” in return.

You get seated at the window front right away, clearly receiving some kind of VIP treatment that still amazes you whenever you remember Elizabeth and Kathryn aren’t just anyone.

“So,” Lizzie starts as soon as you sit down next to Kathryn, who immediately places a hand on your upper thigh, “how are my favorite ladies doing?”

You smile at her softly but stay quiet as Kathryn takes the lead. “Oh, you know, Y/N just moved in with me two weeks ago and I’ve been reading and learning scripts while she studies. Nothing much.”

You nod eagerly, grinning wildly at the thought of how you actually spent the last two weeks. Not that you never left the bedroom or anything, but there definitely was lots of time for intimacy. Other than that, besides lots of studying for both of you, you had cooked together a lot, spend your evening around her fire place in the backyard, went on prologued walks in a nearby parks and gotten to know each other even better.

Whenever you had time in between your studies, you FaceTimed Alex and shared short stories of your day with her, occasionally joined by Kathryn herself. The two of them had fallen into a beautiful relationship where they’d tease one another and make jokes exactly the way you always wanted your future girlfriend to joke with your best friend. It was heart warming, just as much as it was annoyingly funny.

Shaking your head to get back to reality, you look at Kathryn and Elizabeth, who has just asked you what exactly you do in life. Following that, for the next few minutes, you tell her about classes and essays you write. On a more personal level, you talk about Alex and her wife, your mom and the great afternoon you’ve had with Lena.

“Lena, huh?” Kathryn nudges you from the side.

“She is actually really nice, you know? We talked the whole time and she reminds me of you a lot, babe.” Elizabeth and Kathryn simultaneously raise an eyebrow.

“Oh does she now?” The blue of Kathryn’s eyes pierces you.

Now you’re the one to tease and softly nudge her in the side. “Is someone jealous?”

Elizabeth grins as she watches the exchange, knowing Kathryn is far from being the jealous type.

The brunette laughs and takes her hand from your thigh to put it on your hand. “You should know I am not. Far from it,” a grin plays on her lips and you can’t help but roll your eyes at her antics, “I am actually very glad you have found someone. Lena is great help on set. I like her a lot.”

Elizabeth nods eagerly before you all fall into a comfortable silence and look around the room to scan the atmosphere. The food comes soon after and Kathryn and you share yours with one another, anytime the other wants to try something.

After dinner, Kathryn orders a bottle of white wine for the table and announces that she would like to stay for a little while longer, happily agreed to by her colleague.

You listen to the women talk about upcoming projects, the plan for the next to weeks, catch some minor spoilers every now and then that you should be mad about, but really, you don’t mind because it means you are part of it all, one of them.

Whenever she can, Kathryn eyes you from the side and smiles as a familiar feeling rises in her stomach as she remembers her love for you. You just finished commenting on a fan theory Elizabeth found especially interesting as Kathryn suddenly pulls you in for a loving kiss, watched by her friend.

“You guys are disgustingly adorable. I hope you know that,” she laughs, before she takes out her phone to capture the moment.

Kathryn grins from ear to ear and places her hand on you again, emptying out her glass with the other. “You should come visit us at home soon, Lizzie.”

The younger woman immediately takes out her phone to check her calender and look for some time off to follow the invitation, luckily finding a day instantly.

A short while later, you find yourself in the car again, on the way to Elizabeth’s house. She hugs you both tight and whispers in Kathryn’s ear before she walks up her driveway and waves again.

Kathryn turns towards you with a wink, knowing you’d never ask. “she said, she’d better be invited to the wedding.”

Your girlfriend grins and pulls you in for a short kiss before you both climb into the car again and drive off.

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Soft snow is tickling against the cold window of a cabin in the middle of the woods. You’re watching it fall with a smile on your lips, leaning against the frame while a fireplace is softly cracking in the back of the room. The scent of hot cocoa fills the cabin and you can hear Kathryn hum to herself in the shower.

It’s New Year‘s Eve and she has invited you on a short vacation for just the two of you after you had spent Christmas with your mom and her team and she finished on her latest project.

You haven’t put too much thought into it all, but Alex is convinced Kathryn is going to propose to you at midnight. You’ve laughed along with her on FaceTime at the idea because it frightens you just as much as you think it would be the best thing to ever happen to you. Thinking about it makes your heart race again and you don’t notice Kathryn entering the room until she is right next to you and kisses your temple.

„Penny for your thoughts, my love?“ she places a soft hand on your shoulder and looks at you with warm, blue eyes.

You place your hand on hers and shoot her a soft smile. „Just happy. Enjoying the silence. That’s all.“

She nods and makes her way to the kitchen to get yet another cacao and you just now notice the outfit she is wearing. Due to the fire in the room, the cabin is warm enough to wear short clothes, which allows Kathryn to only wear a long red button up shirt that she loosely closed with a single button so that you get a glimpse of her chest every time she moves. Riling up, the shirt exposes her underwear and you bite your lips as you analyze the black silk.

You can’t help yourself and let your eyes wander - staring at her legs as she walks away, blushing hard when she turns around to wink at you upon noticing. A wicked grin plays on her lips as you bite yours and even harder and you notice a short glim in the blue of her eyes before she disappears into the other room.

You sigh and move away from the window to sit down in front of the fire place as it has gotten a little cold this close to the outside world. Sitting down on the soft carpet, you wrap a blanket around you and watch the dancing flames until you can hear Kathryn’s footsteps coming towards you again. She places the mugs on the nearby coffee table before she sits down next to you.

“Enjoying yourself?” She nudges her shoulder against yours before leaning over to place her head on it.

Immediately, you twist a finger around one of her long locks and nod. “Of course. Especially with the woman of my dreams close by.”

Kathryn chuckles and raises her head to kiss you, prompting the blanket to fall off your shoulder. You shiver, but less from the cold than from her fingers that she now runs up and down your arm. In one swift motion, the brunette moves herself to sit on your lap and runs her hands through her hair that falls loosely on her shoulder, a freshly showered, wild mane.

“Kathryn…” you feel your body tickling as she looks you up and down and her already open shirt riles up as she moves herself into position.

You look at her abs that she flexes in the process and your breath hitches as she finally cups your face to pull you in close.

Alex’ words hall in your head and you wonder if this is it, if this might be THE moment, the beginning of the rest of your life. You eye Kathryn with blown pupils, waiting for her to take the next step, as she finally moves and pushes you back down on to the floor.

Her hair tickles your nose and your heart beats up into your throat as her lips meet yours and she wraps you up in a longing kiss. You moan against her and can feel hers lips curl as they part into a knowing grin.

Sneakily, Kathryn moves a leg between yours and softly pushes against you, gaining yet another small noise from you. She sits up again and grabs the collar of your shirt to pull you up with her.

Following right away, you crash into her, meeting her lips for yet another hungry kiss, all while your hands roam her body under her shirt, teasing her before she notices what you are up to.

Before she manages to take another breath, you run your fingers over the bare skin of her front, a trail of goosebumps forming right underneath them.

Your girlfriend’s pupils are fully blown as she looks at you and a hissed “bedroom, NOW” escapes her lips.

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Both of you struggle to get up and you nearly fall down again as she pulls you up and you crush into her, wrapping your arms around her to open her bra and toss it aside on your way outside of the living room.

Kathryn giggles and grabs your hand, pulling you with her. One fast step and you have reached her again, right as you pass the huge couch that is pushed up against a wall. Without hesitation, you push her down onto it, into a seated position, before you slide onto her lap and pin her hands to her side momentarily.

Desperate for more, the brunette tries to touch you and you decide to allow her to do so all while you’re leaned back, undressing yourself under her hungry eyes.

You grin widely, making the decision to seduce her right there and then on the couch. Achingly slow, you raise your hands and unbutton her shirt, all while keeping eye contact with her. As soon as it is open, you lean forward and kiss her soft breast, before you let your tongue slight over it.

Her breath hitches, bringing your attention from her chest to her face again, prompting you to cup it before you meet her in a kiss that starts soft and emotional, but soon turns into a steaming exchange of lust.

As it ends, you lick your lips and slowly, achingly, let your thumb wander from her jaw to her lips, sliding over them in a gentle touch. Naturally, they part and you feel a rising heat in your core as she softly takes the tip of your finger into her mouth, sucking ever so slightly.

Your heart is racing and you retract it immediately, before you use a single pointer finger to draw a line from her lips, that are still slightly parted, down her chin and neck to her chest and down her perfectly toned stomach until it disappears in between your bodies.

She shivers, biting her lip hard, as her eyes follow your movement. “P-p-please, babe. I am begging you.”

The way she looks at you now hits hard and your breathing gets heavier as you lose yourself in her eyes. Noticing, she reaches around you and picks you up to finally carry you into the bedroom as you hold on to her tight and laugh wholeheartedly as she drops you down on to the bed.

“God, you are so beautiful,” she whispers, before she immediately leans down to kiss you and gasps as you sneakily let your hand slide in between her legs. Her knees give in and she collapses on top of you, softly biting your neck.

The sudden sensation makes the heat unbearable and you move your hips up in a desperate attempt to create friction. Noticing, Kathryn pushes against you even harder, before she slides down, taking your remaining clothes with her.

Her knees hit the floor and she spreads your legs before she looks up at you and enters you without any further hesitation, before she climbs up, fingers still inside, to be able to look right at you. Whispering sweet nothings, she watches you come undone and shivers under your moans, about to lose her sanity.

Whimpering, you turn into a puddle under her touch, but shock her as you recover immediately, getting your sweet revenge.

You grin and use all your strength to turn around and place Kathryn on her back, before you climb on top of her for better access. Her pulse is running now and you can see how unsteady her breathing is in the fast rising and falling of her chest. Concerned, you look at her for a moment, before she meets your gaze and nods slightly, a loving smile in her eyes.

Smiling back, you move yourself down in between her legs and kiss the inside of her upper thighs, hard, leaving a trail of purple bruises, your own arousal taking the lead. She bites her lip and her eyes grow wide as you slightly brush over her while you move to the other thigh. Before she can make another noise, you finally grab her underwear and pull it down in one swift motion, before you grant her release right after and she screams your name, sending your arousal through the roof.

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A long while later, you collapse onto her yet another time and place your face in the crane of her neck, softly kissing it before you close your eyes and let out a long breath.

She wraps her arm around you and plays with your hair behind your back, humming softly to herself. While you have your eyes closed, she lets hers wander around the room and lands on her phone that is still placed on the night stand. In one motion, she taps it, making the time appear on screen.

“It’s 11.24pm, babe. Let’s get up and celebrate at least a little.” She smiled softly against the top of your head before she places a loving kiss right there.

Holding on to her tight, you groan in frustration. “Do we have to?”

“I would love to.” She moves away a little and manages to look at you. “Please?”

The sudden realization makes your heart speed up again and you remember Alex’ words once more, urging you to jump out of bed immediately.

Minutes later, you are dressed in underwear again, a comfortable sweater and sweatpants hugging your body that matches Kathryn’s look.

You sit down across the fireplace again that she has relit while you got dressed and sigh before you close your eyes again until she plops down next to you on the couch, handing you a glass with champagne and fruits.

You smile before you look at her and take the first sip, amazed by the taste. Knowingly, she nods and drinks some herself, before she leans back and gets comfortable, all while moving herself so that she faces you.

It’s 17 minutes until midnight.

“So.. what was your favorite thing about this year?” She grins.

You laugh and shake your head. “Meeting you, obviously.”

A grin forms on her face. “Mine was getting to know you. You’re easily the best person I have ever met.”

You blush and look at her with eyes filled with love. “What we’re your top 5 favorite moments?”

Kathryn let’s her head fall back on the couch and looks at the ceiling for a moment, before she closes her eyes to think. She presses her lips together and sucks them in slightly, biting down on the lower part.

“Hmmmm. Well I mean. The MTV awards are all the way up there. Meeting your mom was a good one….” She thinks a little harder. “Spending time with Alex! Also when I went on a road trip in Europe with Jen and Agnes… yeah… I liked that.”

“And….?” Your question is more a whisper than anything.

She pauses and looks at you, taking in a deep breath. “And my favorite moment was when I fell in love with you.”

You have never talked about it before and are suddenly taken aback by the realization that you have always had a crush on her that just developed into love while you have no clue when it happened for her.

You move into a comfortable position and lets your finger slide over her forearm. “When was that?”

Your heart skips a beat and a whole family of butterflies erupts in your stomach as she moves her arm so that she can softly take your hand into hers. “Well… I knew you were special when you offered to sleep on the couch on our first night. And I fell for you when… well… first, I had a crush on you that definitely was noticeable at the MTV awards, which is why I also love those memories so much, to be honest.”

Her eyes sparkle. “And then I’m fairly certain I knew when you came over to my place and then surprised me with a date. Remember?”

Both of you dive into your memories for a moment, blushing slightly at the thought before Kathryn continues. “I think I was already falling but this really tipped me. And then we looked at the stars and when your hand finally touched mine, I knew. Do you remember that moment?” You nod eagerly. “Good! Because I do, every time I look at you. And then… well… realizing I loved you was easy. I couldn’t hold myself back. It’s your smile and the way you talk. The way you treat me. The way you turn my world upside down in all the right ways.”

She reaches forward and places her hand on your cheek, softly caressing it with her thumb as you lean into her touch.

“I really do love you, Y/N,” she whispers, looking at you with longing eyes.

It’s nearly midnight now.

Kathryn gets up again and excuses herself for a moment, leaving you behind on the couch. The fireplace cracks and you smile to yourself before you take out your phone from underneath a book.

Alex has texted you, wishing you a happy new year, asking eagerly if Kathryn has dropped the big question yet. You shake your head, giggling to yourself.

“Shush. She is not going to.” You text back, knowing that it would be too good to be true but maybe also too soon but maybe you’re mot ready but maybe it’s because you don’t want to get your hopes up but then again you are not sure if you maybe want to be the one to ask.

A moment later, Kathryn comes back, smiling to herself. She places a bag on the table and sits down next to you again, checking the clock.

When it hits midnight, you look one another deep in the eyes before she meets your lips for a kiss that let’s you know you’re hers forever.

She doesn’t ask you. Never planned to. But you don’t mind, because you didn’t really expect her to.

Two days later, the magic is gone and you have to get back to your shared home and face reality. Your classes start exceptionally early this year and you have to prepare to get back to them, lovingly supported by your girlfriend.

Not too long after, in spring, Kathryn wraps up and starts to promote her newest project and you have to babysit the house by yourself for a week as she is on the other side of the country for it. Thinking back at the moment she told you about it all, you get mad at your prof again for not allowing you to miss a couple of classes.

Kathryn agreed that uni always comes first, though, so you couldn’t just ditch him and have to face the consequences now.

You turn on loud music and are standing in the kitchen, preparing Kathryn’s favorite dish for the night, “Couldn’t Believe” by the BROODS in the background. Kathryn’s plane was scheduled to land half an hour ago and you’re anxiously waiting for her to arrive, as you couldn’t pick her up yourself due to that stupid class of yours.

You sigh at the thought and continue preparing, wrapped up in your work until a warm pair of hands wraps around your waist.

Kathryn places a short kiss on the back of your neck before she reaches to grab your hand and twirl you around to properly greet you.

“You are supposed to look after the house, babe.” She laughs.

Frowning, you look at her with question marks all over your face. “Well, I did?”

She chuckles. “I walked in here and nearly startled you to death.”

“You didn’t.” You lie.

The brunette raises her eyebrow and looks you up and down. “Whatever you want to tel yourself, sweetheart.”

Wrapping her hands around you again, she looks over your shoulder and watches you, as you continue cooking. Noticing it’s her favorite dish, her whole body starts to tingle once again and she smiles wide.

“Alright. I’m going to unpack real quick. Do you want to eat on the couch tonight? I am exhausted.” She sighs and speaks more to herself than to you.

You turn around and watch her leave, smiling to yourself because of the cute rose dress she wears that flows around her silhouette, hugging her body just right. “Sure, hon, whatever you wish for.”

You hear her unpacking and moving around in the bedroom as you prepare two plates and glasses of her favorite white wine and place them on the couch, eager to spend a nice calm night with her. The living room is dipped in warm, yellow light as if the inside of your heart was pouring out.

“Dinner is ready!” You call out to her, right as you place the plates on the couch table.

She doesn’t answer and startles you, yet again, as she already stands in front of you when you turn around to look for her.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.

“I did, too.” You wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her in for a hug. “I’m glad you are finally home again.”

You stay wrapped up in the hug for a while and let out a long breath you didn’t know you were holding, before she removes herself from you.

“I want nights like this forever, you know? Coming home to you and all.” Kathryn looks at you with glistening eyes. “I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone. A little more each day, actually.”

You nod, holding on to her hand, unwilling to end the moment just yet. “I love you, too, Kathryn. I really do.”

“I know. I’ve never been this sure of anything. But I know.” She smiles reassuringly. “I feel it every day. And I want to feel like this forever. Until the end of days.”

Your mind races and your hands start getting sweaty as she suddenly lets go of yours, leaving you a shaking mess.

Before you can process what is happening, Kathryn goes down on one knee, looking up at you and takes your hand again.

“I know we haven’t been together for a long time, but you are my home. You allow me to be myself. You give me a purpose. And I don’t ever want to be without you again.”

She reaches behind herself without breaking the eye contact and makes a small box appear from in between the couch cushions. Opening it, she looks right at you, the biggest smile on her face.

“Y/N… Would you do me the honor… and marry me?”

The End.

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I’ve always said that if I ever made a movie, I would put this song in the credits. This is as close as I will ever get to making one, so please feel free to put this on while you imagine a long list of names appearing on screen.

Thank you, to Grayson for encouraging me to write this. Thank you, to my wife, for listening to me gushing about Kathryn basically 24/7. I love you both. Thank you, to my IRL and internet friends, for listening to me rant about each and every chapter for days and sitting with me while I typed, even when you were around. Thank you to everyone who shot ideas my way and helped me come up with this story that I love so much. Lastly, thank you to everyone who came, read, and stayed. And to all those who didn’t stay. Thank you, for being with me on this crazy 6-month journey. Really, I appreaciate each and every one of you.

Until then and off to new adventures! All my love, Annie.

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“Mommy?” A small voice comes in through the half opened bedroom door.

Kathryn groans, nudging you softly into your side.

You sigh. “He wants you, honey. Please talk.”

Taking in a deep breath, the brunette slowly sits up and looks at the little silhouette standing in the dim ray of light coming in from the hallway. “What’s up, buddy?”

The little boy rubs his eyes, pushing his hair behind his ears. “Mommy, I think the man in the moon is gone. Can we go have a look? I’m too afraid to go alone.”

You chuckle to yourself, glad to finally hear Kathryn move. “Of course, baby, thank you for not going outside alone.”

She notices how eagerly the child nods when she gets closer to him, his little hand already reaching up to her. There is a big grin on his face and his eyes blink in excitement. “I hope he is still there! He is my friend.”

Kathryn nods, still fighting her sleep and walks down the hallway, hand in hand with your son. She realizes it might be too cold outside in the middle of the night, so she takes him back to his room and opens the blinds again. Picking him up, they both look out of the window now.

“He is there,” the little boy exclaims in excitement, “hello my friend!”

His tiny hand waves towards the moon and Kathryn’s heart bursts from all the love she feels. She turn towards the child in her arms and kisses his cheek. “See. And now we say good bye and go back to bed.”

“Good bye!”

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Kathryn Hahn returns in Glimpses: Married Life - available everywhere 2023 ✨

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Hostage Of Your Eyes

The 1600s. A dark forest. A kidnapping.

Found and healed by a young witch, you are uncertain about your future as she is forced to keep you hostage in the woods.

Will you ever be truly free again?

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Hostage Of Your Eyes - a 7-part Salem!AgathaxReader story.

Chapter 1 - My Hands. Can’t Get Out. I’m Tied.

Chapter 2 - Won’t You Ever Let Me Feel The Open Sky?

Chapter 3 - You Can Be So Quiet. You Can Be So Cold Sometimes.

Chapter 4 - You Know You’re So Pretty. Oh, Make Me Fall In Love.

Chapter 5 - Can’t You See That We’re About To Lose Our Minds?

Chapter 6 - You Can Be So Violent. You Can Be So Cruel Sometimes.

Chapter 7 - You Know Love Is Blind

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Warnings: this story includes sensitive topics and descriptions, blood, a rather unhealthy relationship, the description of being tied up, physical fights (later on) and therefore needs to be approached with caution.

Sexual Content: first of, there will be NO sexual violence. Secondly, as always, possible 18+ content will be clearly indicated, so reading is save for everyone enjoying some angst.

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Temporary - Chapter 2 (Agatha/Wanda Story)

Story-Overview // previous chapter <<<>>> next chapter

Word Count: 1.5k A/N: Hey y'all! I am incredibly sorry this took so long. Another covid phase hit at work and I was one of the last men standing so whenever I got home at night it was all eat, sleep, shower and basically no "actually having a hobby" :(Regardless, I hope you enjoy and I will definitely upload something again much sooner!!! xxx Annie Agatha Taglist: @danvers97 @ara-a-bird @queennoella087 @our-blood-is-our-ink @harknessesbae @dazzlinghahn @emril-osvigne​ @m-h-r-h​

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Chapter Two

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When Agatha gets to the book signing, the room is already crowded. People of every age and social group hang out in the dim light of the local library as the air is filled with the smell of old books and wooden shelves. Some of the guests are already seated in their chairs, some are pressed against the walls around the place, whispering in small groups, champagne glasses in one hand, Wanda`s book in the other. The air is filled with everybody’s excitement and the never-ending murmuring that fills the room helps Agatha to drown her nagging thoughts and fills her with a calmness she has never experienced before.Taking a deep breath, the brunette lets her free hand slide through her hair in one slow motion, before she finally steps towards the seating area, her crystal clear eyes scanning the place for a vacant seat. She finally finds one tucked away in a corner where the dim light won’t reach her face and she can take in every inch of Wanda’s features without her noticing.

Nodding to herself, she checks her surroundings once again and allows herself to fully take in the room’s energy. Next to her, there is a group of young girls, most of them seemingly younger than the author. They sit close to one another and stick their heads together, quietly discussing a scene, tapping their fingertips against highlighted pages. Behind her, an old man grabs the free hand of his wife and fondly smiles at her, as her other hand rests on red letters. Smiling to herself, Agatha falls back into her seat and rests for a minute. Her view to the stage doesn’t seem to be restricted in any way and so she finally takes a breath as her hand slides into her bag, searching for the letter.A few minutes strike by until her heart nearly stops as she gets ripped out of her thoughts when a young man comes to a halt right next to her.“Care if I sit there?“ He points to the seat that is currently occupied by her bag.“Hm?“, Agatha looks around, noticing the room has filled nearly to the brim, “oh, yeah, sure!“

A warm smiles appears on the man’s face as he slides past her, falls onto the now empty chair and makes himself comfortable. A minute later, he turns towards the brunette.

“Tell me.. What brings you here?“ His deep brown eyes scan Agatha’s features, excitement radiating all around him as he becomes one with the surroundings.

When Agatha does not answer right away, he takes the lead and answers for himself. “Her new book is my favorite. The story just keeps getting better every time she creates something new. Actually.. I’ve seen this young artist online who uses her stories and creates that comic for Scarlett. Have you seen it by any chance? It’s based on Ms. Maximoff’s facial features and let me tell you, it’s HOT. I mean she looks amazing both in there and in real life, but my favorite author as the Witch herself? Dope.“

He grins and watches as Agatha nods and a tiny line appears in between her eyebrows as she thinks about what she has just learned. After a few seconds, she gathers her thoughts and is just about to answer as he continues speaking. “I really just hope she notices me today. Maybe I get to take her home tonight - who knows?“

He winks and a smug grin appears on his face, sending a cold wave of disgust down Agatha’s back. I mean, let’s be honest. He isn’t wrong. Wanda IS hot. Very hot indeed and Agatha has spent quite some time thinking about that fact, but she would never talk about another woman like that. Not about Wanda. Not in public.

Before Agatha can say anything and voice her antipathy towards basically everything her seating neighbor just told her, the backdoor opens with a loud crack and a familiar figure appears in the light shining in from the outside. Everyone turns around to catch a glimpse and its absurd how much all of this feels like a wedding. For a moment, Agatha’s breath catches in her throat as she first lays eyes on Wanda. This is it. This is the moment. This might change her life.

Wanda continues walking along the rows and greets everyone with a warm smile, trying to make eye contact with as many of the fans as possible. In contrast to her neighbor, Agatha ducks back into the shadows, unwilling to raise Wanda’s awareness just yet. When she finally reaches the podium and takes a step into the stage lights, her hair looks like red flames for just a second and maybe the stranger is right. Maybe Wanda is the perfect witch herself. Her green eyes definitely work into the aesthetic and her smile is so mesmerizing it has to be magic.

Before Agatha gets to form another thought, Wanda has reached for the microphone end regards the crowd. She is different. Smaller. Quieter. Softer than Agatha imagined after everything she has read about the author. Upon closer inspection, Wanda pretty much is the opposite of the character she writes about. Just as if the witch was someone she wishes she could be.

“Good evening, everyone. Lovely to see you all tonight.“ She grins as she scans the crowd and her gaze lands on a small child in the front of the audience. “There are so many people here today. Wow. My management stocked up on seats so more of you fit in here and I honestly can’t believe so many of you actually came.“

She looks around once again. “Anyway, welcome to today’s reading. I hope you all brought your copy and are ready to jump right back into the story with me. Everyone who doesn’t - I hope you are ready to meet the new and improved Scarlett.“

A witty smile crosses her lips for just a second before she opens her book in one swift motion, sits down and starts to read without saying another word. For the next 90 minutes, Wanda takes her time to talk about her writing process, tell little stories about her life and read a couple pages at a time to make the readers ache for the upcoming publishing of her newest projects after reading the current book.

Whenever she looks into their direction, Agatha’s neighbor starts to breath a little heavier and she can’t help herself as she continuously rolls her eyes at his antics. He is clearly not the only one smitten by the author, but by far the most obnoxious and the brunette can’t believe how unlucky she was in her choice of placement within the crowd. Regardless, she is so mesmerized by Wanda’s personality that nothing else matters for most of the time and she doesn’t even notice when the reading is over and people start lining up to get their books signed and share a word with the author.

Due to that, Agatha is one of the last to get in line, but it’s not like she minds much, as it means she has more time to feel the other woman’s presence. Throughout the next, seemingly endless hour, she admires the library a little more, drinks another glass of wine and reads a couple more pages in her book as she tries to ignore the nagging feeling in her stomach that urges her to get to Wanda faster.

Luckily for her, the security guards urge the audience to move along rather quickly and ask everyone not spend endless time talking to the author as, like she stated right at the beginning of the reading, there were way more people in the audience than originally planned and Wanda has a long night ahead as there will be another reading in another city the next day.

The minutes take forever to go by and Agatha keeps herself busy by trying to catch close up glances of the red-head on the podium whenever she takes a step closer towards her, secretly hoping their eyes would meet. Interestingly enough, the closer she gets, the faster she can feel her heart rate going. Slightly embarrassed by that, she tries to calm herself down by stroking the edges of the letter in her pocket, manifesting her desired outcome.

When it’s finally time for her to take the final step onto the podium towards the author’s table, Wanda looks incredibly tired. She lets her hand run through her hair and greets the brunette with a soft smile. As she finally looks up, for a moment, time seemingly stands still.Blue meets green and, once again, Agatha’s breath hitches.

It’s time.

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Glimpses: The Book

EVERYONE! Exciting News! As you might have noticed - the final chapter of Glimpses is out NOW. ( FInd it here: https://annie-mit-ie.tumblr.com/post/668678077625270272/part-1-previous-chapter)

To keep this story forever, I saved the story in book format and will print it for myself, but decided to make it available to anyone who wants it. The file will be in PDF format, but you are (obviously) allowed to have it printed at your local book service. If you do so, the book will have about 415 pages, so that’s fun.

The PDF is completely free and I would be beyond thrilled to share it with you all! Interested? Shoot me a mail at glimpsesbook@hotmail.com and I will provide you with the file as soon as it is fully edited. 

Thanks, love you, byyyyyye. 

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