#i was always going to love agatha no matter what that was never in question

[whim-prone-pirate]

were you guys also surprised every single week that you never hated agatha all along or was that just me

[covenofagatha]

My Fair Lady

You finally convince your girlfriend, Agatha, to attend the annual Westview fair with you and things end up leading to a roll in the hay(ride), non-magic AU

Word count: ~3000

Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, mommy kink

It’s a beautiful day in Westview when the annual fair takes place, an autumn breeze chilling the air and the smell of pumpkins and cinnamon hanging over. It’s your favorite event of the year: hayrides, pumpkin carvings, face painting stations, bobbing for apples, and even more. The fair is always two weeks before Halloween and everyone in the town turns up.

Which is exactly what you told your girlfriend,  Agatha, to try to get her to go with you. She had never attended one, even though she had lived in Westview for almost ten years, and you were determined to get her to come this year. When you had first mentioned it, she slumped lower into the couch, lips tight. The older woman could be such a drama queen sometimes. She’d love to go, she insisted, but she would be forced to see all the people in the town she didn’t like and that was not a fun way to spend a weekend, when instead, she could spend it with you in bed. She had then pulled you onto her lap and fucked you so well you forgot about the matter entirely for a few days. 

The next time you asked, she was cooking dinner for the two of you. She had rolled her eyes fondly and said she would think about it and then changed the subject, never bothering to stop cutting vegetables.

But finally, as they say, third time’s the charm. You realized where you went wrong the other times: you were just asking the question in the wrong way. You had her sprawled on her back on the couch, tongue drawing circles around her clit. Her hand was tangled in your hair, silently urging you on as whimpers fell from her mouth. “That’s it, baby girl,” she praised in a low voice. “Make mommy come.” But then you had pulled away and said you wouldn’t unless she promised to come to the fair with you. She grunted and then hastily agreed; she would’ve promised you anything if it would get your pretty mouth back on her. 

And a promise is a promise. The day of the fair finally arrives, and you head downstairs after dressing in a plaid skirt and a striped sweater. Agatha is already down there, fiddling with her keys. Your breath catches; she looks so hot. She’s wearing a white turtleneck under a brown blazer and gray pants that make her ass look great. Her long hair is wavy and tumbles loosely down her back. You almost wish you hadn’t pushed so hard to go to the fair, seeing her dressed like that. It is already mid-afternoon though, so you’ll only be at the fair for a few hours. And then she can take you home and–

She raises an eyebrow at you, smirking as if she can hear your thoughts. “Shall we, sweetheart?” 

“Yes!” You say enthusiastically, pushing your dirty thoughts out of your head. 

The drive to the fairgrounds is quiet, Agatha tracing patterns on your leg with one hand while her other hand is on the wheel. “You really like this thing, don’t you?” 

It takes you a moment before you realize that she’s talking about the fair and you nod. “I’ve gone every year since I’ve lived here. I think you’ll love it too, Aggs. I’m dying to take you to my favorite ice cream stand. And there’s face painting – you should get yours painted!” She tosses a glare your way and you giggle. “Bobbing for apples, hayrides, oh, and a kissing booth.” The last part comes out teasingly, just to see how she’ll react. 

Her grip tightens on your thigh, squeezing an involuntary moan out of your mouth. “You better not even look in that direction.” 

“How could I, when I have my very own kissing booth right here,” you say, voice sugary sweet, but she grimaces at how cheesy it is. You laugh and lean over to peck her cheek, delighting in the way the corners of her mouth perk up. 

“Well,” she says, effortlessly parallel parking once you arrive. Hot. “Where to first, my dear?” 

You chew on your lip thoughtfully and then an idea lights up in your head. “Petting zoo!” You all but drag her by the hand. 

The petting zoo has some of the cutest animals you’ve ever seen: little lambs, chicks, and a tiny horse. You coo at the tiny horse and even see Agatha reach out to pet it. You’re smiling like a dope at her when she finally turns to look at you. 

“What?” She asks. 

“Nothing,” you say. “You’re just really cute with small animals.” 

She scoffs and tosses her hair over her shoulder dramatically. “I’m always cute,” she corrects you and you snort. 

You interlock your fingers with hers and pull her to the next station, a corn maze. You have a terrible sense of direction, something not lost on Agatha as she playfully asks you which way to go everytime you come to a fork. Each time, you hold up a finger and close your eyes, pretending to be listening to the wind. Agatha watches you with a smirk, nodding intently when you open your eyes and make up some story about what the spirits told you. You then pick a direction completely at random. 

It’s over thirty minutes later when you both realize you are not getting any closer to the center and maybe Agatha should try picking which way to go. And of course, it’s five minutes and four confident turns later when you reach the statue in the middle. 

“Well, I was the one who got us so close,” you say amidst her laughing. “And then you had the easy part.” 

She stops chuckling and grabs your hips, pulling you against her. “That’s exactly what happened, baby. We couldn’t have done it without you.” Her lips brush against yours and you part your mouth so you can kiss her properly. 

It’s a soft, tender kiss and your heart fills with so much love for the older woman. You pull back just a little and lean your forehead on hers. She’s a few inches taller than you so you have to stand on your tip-toes. “Are you having fun?” You’re a little insecure that Agatha still doesn’t want to be here and she’s only pretending for your sake. If she says no, you won’t hesitate before saying the two of you can leave.

But she cups your cheek and warmly looks into your eyes. “I am, sweetheart. Thank you for making me come.” 

You smile wickedly, not being able to resist. “Oh it’s my pleasure. I love making you come.” The innuendo is not lost on her and she drags you into a much more heated kiss. She nips at your bottom lip and you whine, arms moving around her neck to try to get her closer. Her lips trail down and to your neck, softly sucking. “Agatha,” you gasp, tangling your hands in her hair. 

And then the sound of children laughing forces you apart just in time for two little boys to come running through the clearing, barely sparing you two a glance. 

“This is why I hate children,” Agatha sighs. “Let’s get out of here. Do you remember how we got here?” 

You don’t even respond, just opting to give her a pointed look. You both know you don’t. She smirks and starts walking down the path on the east. You scramble to keep up, not wanting to get separated from her. You know she’d never let it go if you got lost and the fair had to send in a search and rescue team to find you. Agatha barely breaks her stride and about ten turns later, you’re standing out front of the maze. 

You gape at her. “How did you–” She cuts you off by pointing to the sign next to the entrance, a sign with a map of the maze. Your jaw drops even more. “You knew where to go the entire time and you still let me bumble around and take every wrong turn?” 

She shrugs innocently. “What can I say, darling? You’re just really cute when you’re giving me the wrong directions.” She bops your nose, which you scrunch up at her. “Where to next?” 

You scan your surroundings. The line at your favorite ice cream stand is short so you make a beeline for it, Agatha following quickly behind. Dottie’s Famous Soft Serve Ice Cream. 

“The lime is my favorite,” you whisper to Agatha once you’ve gotten in line. “But the vanilla and orange swirl is also pretty good.” 

She considers the list of flavors thoughtfully. “I think I’ll go with the lime.” You smile, unable to help yourself. 

The line goes quickly and the two of you are soon at the front. “Two limes in a waffle cone, please,” you say to Dottie, who immediately recognizes you. You frequent her store several times a month, always getting the same thing. 

“Y/n! So nice of you to stop by,” she says, grabbing two cones. 

“You know me, Dottie. Gotta have my lime ice cream. And I’m trying to corrupt this one.” You nod to Agatha and Dottie chuckles, turning back around with your ice cream. 

“Here you go,” she says, handing them to you. “That’ll be six dollars.” Agatha pulls out a ten from her wallet and puts it on the counter. “Thank you!” 

You hand your girlfriend one of the cones and lead her to sit on a bench away from all the people. You softly groan the minute the lime ice cream hits your tongue. Even after having it so many times, it never fails to disappoint.  You glance at Agatha, who’s watching you with a certain look in her eyes. “Have you tried it yet?” 

She nods. “It’s really good, sweetheart. I knew you wouldn’t lead me astray.” 

“Unlike corn mazes, I do actually know my way around ice cream,” you retort and you both laugh. A comfortable silence settles over you as you lazily work at your ice cream while watching the people walk by. 

You suddenly hear Agatha sharply inhale and you look over with concern. She’s watching you, half her cone already eaten. You can now make out the look in her eyes – desire. “Stop teasing, pet,” she growls, pupils blown wide. 

A thrill runs through you. You hadn’t even been trying to, but you clearly had done something. “What do you mean?” you ask innocently, this time licking a deliberate stripe up the center of your ice cream, never breaking eye contact. 

Her tongue pushes into the inside of her cheek. “Finish up quickly,” she says, her raspy voice doing things to your insides. You rarely get to see her this desperate for you and you wish she’d show this side of her more often. Almost every day, she turns you into a whimpering mess for her, while she’s usually much more composed, even when she lets you take control. 

“Yeah?” You whisper. Her dark eyes dart down to your lips and then back up. 

“Yeah, baby girl. Be a good girl for mommy.” The pet names ignite a fire in your belly. You wolf down the rest of your ice cream, as does she, and then she’s tugging you back to the parking lot. 

“Wait, Agatha,” you say, coming to halt. She looks back at you. “We can’t leave without going on the hayride. It takes you around all the spooky parts of town.” 

She swallows hard. “You really want to?” Part of you wants to just say fuck it and go home with her right now, but the hay ride is always your favorite part of the fair. And you want to share that with her. 

“Yes. I’m sorry.” To her credit, she does a good job covering up her disappointment if she feels any. 

She squeezes your hand. “Don’t be. I can wait a little longer before taking you home and ruining you.” You let out a small gasp, images of her words flitting through your mind. 

“You know, the fair will be here next year,” you say, suddenly ready to call it a night. You can feel how flushed your cheeks have become.

“Oh, no, darling. You are taking me on this hayride,” Agatha insists, smirking. You grumble, secretly a little glad deep down, and walk her over to where the wagons are parked. There’s no one else in line. It’s starting to get dark and a little chilly, so you figure some people might be leaving early. 

“Just the two of you?” a man says and you nod. He holds out a hand and helps you and Agatha step into the back of the wagon. “Here’s some blankets if you need them.” He tosses two fuzzy green blankets at you, hay sticking to them. 

You smile gratefully and throw it over your cold legs. You should’ve worn pants. Agatha wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer as well so you can absorb some of her body heat. The man gets in the tractor attached to the wagon and starts loudly talking as he pulls out of the spot. He’s saying something about the history of Westview when you’re distracted by Agatha putting her hand that’s not around you on your thigh under the blanket. 

You glance at her out of the corner of your eye and you see her already watching you, a wicked grin on her face. “Pay attention,” she whispers, nodding to the back of the man. Luckily, he can’t see you and no one else is in the wagon with the two of you. 

At first, she doesn’t do much, just slowly strokes your thigh with her fingertips. But it’s enough to make the heat in your stomach fire back up. You really try to hone into the hayride tour, but the smell of Agatha and her hot breath on your neck makes it hard. Not to mention her fingers now starting to creep up under your skirt. 

“Agatha,” you breathe. 

“Yes, baby?” she says innocently, like she hasn’t just cupped you over your underwear. Her fingertips are light as they press down. Your hips jump and Agatha’s eyes flash. “Gotta be careful,” she murmurs in your ears. “Or I’ll stop. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” 

You furiously shake your head and bite down on your lip preemptively. She smiles and pushes your underwear to the side, sliding through your folds. Thankfully, the wagon is passing through an area of the town that is quiet and dark, so you really only have to worry about the driver catching you. 

“Sweetheart, you’re already so wet,” Agatha says hotly into your ear. “Does the thought of someone seeing you like this turn you on?” 

“No,” you protest, cheeks burning. 

She pushes a finger into you and your walls clench down immediately. “Are you sure?” she drawls. You take a sharp breath when she moves ever so slightly. “I think you like it. The thrill. The danger. Knowing if anyone looked too closely they’d see what a good slut you are for me.” 

You have to sink your teeth into your hand so you don’t let out a pornographic moan. Agatha chuckles. 

“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” she whispers, thumb rubbing your clit just the right way. 

“Mm, mommy, please,” you gasp into her ear. The angle at which her finger is thrusting inside you is awkward at best, but somehow she’s making it work for you. You’d be embarrassed at how close to cumming you are if it wasn’t Agatha, who could probably make you cum if she looked at you hard enough. 

“Good girl, cum for mommy.” She twists the finger inside you and roughly strokes your clit and it sends you over the edge. She gives you a few moments to come down from your high before sliding her hand out from under your skirt. She sucks her wet finger into her mouth and her eyes flash. “That ice cream was good, honey, but it’s got nothing on you.” 

You feel your cunt pulse again, and based on her face, she knows. 

“It’s almost too easy,” she jokes with a grin.

“And here we are, back to where we started,” the man driving the tractor announces, pulling back into the lot where he had been parked. You let out a sigh of release at the perfect timing. He walks around and helps the two of you step out, you not missing the 20 dollar bill Agatha slips into his shirt pocket. 

“That was the best hayride I’ve ever been on,” she gushes and winks at you. You blush and find sudden interest in your feet, not able to meet the man’s eyes. 

“Glad to hear it!” he says happily, apparently missing everything. You give him a tight smile and quickly drag Agatha away. It’s much darker now and the majority of the people have cleared out of the fairgrounds. 

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” you ask. 

“The fair, or fucking you in the back of a wagon?” You give her a look and she smirks. She pauses walking to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pull you into a hug. “I had a lovely time, darling. I love you.” 

You smile into her neck. “I love you, too.” You break the hug to give her a wicked look. “Now, you said something about me teasing you earlier? What are you going to do about that?”

The same wickedness glints in her eyes. “Let’s go find out. I can assure you it involves putting that tongue to better use than licking Dottie's famous lime ice cream.” 

She all but shoves you into the car, heat igniting your insides, desire for the older woman racing through you. 

It’s going to be a long night. 

[satxnsupreme666]

Tainted love: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader/Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader

Masterlist

Pairing: Alright so this starts as a Dark!Wanda Maximoff x reader and then it turns to be Agatha Harkness x reader (I really like the idea of Agatha helping and saving reader)

Based on the cover songsTainted love by Holy Wars and Hannah Peel´s cover of the same song

Summary: You´re living an unhappy marriage with Wanda and your neighbor Agnes decides to help you to get away from the person who makes you suffer.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, angst, Wanda maintains you captive inside Westview, mentions of kidnapping, Wanda manipulates and alters reader´s memory, gaslighting, mentions of blood.

Word count: 12k+

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

I hope you like it!

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

Taglist: @midnight-lestrange  @eliscannotdance

 Sometimes I feel I’ve got to

“Printsessa you don´t have to worry about anything! You´re fine here with me, what´s outside doesn´t matter to us, there´s nothing important outside!” You remembered Wanda hissing at you all of those words, but you didn´t understand why it felt like a dream, as if it wasn´t real, you were sure she had yelled at you the day before today but then, why it felt as if you had dreamt about it, the memory was a little blurry but you could remember her frustrated face, was it real? If it was, why were you discussing about? You couldn’t tell.

You couldn’t remember what had happened yesterday, had you gone out for some groceries? Had you gone to Dottie´s place? Why you couldn’t remember?

You sat up in your bed, and more questions came to your mind, at what time had you gone to sleep yesterday? Why you couldn’t remember simple things like that? You started to feel frustrated and tried to focus on your mind, what were all of these images of Wanda and you discussing?

“Why do you want to go outside so bad? Here you have everything you need, I´m giving you everything you want, I don´t understand why you want to leave, it doesn’t make sense to me!” Was this a memory? Have you dreamt about it? Wanda would never yell at you right? She wouldn’t never yell at you; she had told you that many times, you repeated yourself in your mind.

“Printsessa? Are you alright?” You heard Wanda asking beside you, you felt her hand passing around your waist

“I don´t know” You said while closing your eyes.

“Are you having nightmares again, my love?” You frowned

“Nightmares?” You asked with a confused look on your face

“Yes, don´t you remember? You´ve been having nightmares for the past days, you always wake up in the middle of the night, and I have to calm you, did you have nightmares again?” Wanda was really concerned, so they were just nightmares? That had to be.

But why were you doubting? You believed her right? She couldn’t be lying, could she?

“I don’t remember having them, but-“ Wanda suddenly moved herself to get closer to you and her sudden action made you feel scared, unconsciously you moved to the side and you blinked, why had you done that? You weren’t scared of her, then why did you do it?

You could see the hurt in her eyes, and you couldn’t help but feel bad, you had wanted to touch her hand to say something, but you felt there was something wrong, you couldn’t shake the feeling off.

“I can make them go away if you want lyubimaya moya” You saw the worried look on your wife´s face, there was something missing in the way she spoke, her soft tone was still there but you couldn’t tell what was missing, it felt different, and you felt frustrated, why couldn’t you remember anything from the other days? You only had some glimpses of some things, but you weren’t even sure if they were memories, dreams or nightmares.

“No!” You hastily said, you were surprised with your own behavior, why were you suddenly feeling so afraid of her magic?

“Can I hold you?” Looking at her face the only thing you saw was sadness, but why? You felt the need to let her hold you and rest your head on her chest but there was this part of you, a voice in the back of your head that told you to stay away, but you didn’t get why, she was your wife, you didn’t have to be afraid of your own wife.

Deciding to ignore that unnerving feeling in your heart, you slowly nodded and Wanda started to come closer to you, this time she did it slower, her hands up in the air as if she was letting you know she wouldn’t do anything to you, oddly her action made you feel a lot more comfortable about what she was doing, she passed her hand around your waist, her grip was soft but firm at the same time, you started to relax in her arms and slowly you pressed your head onto her chest, for a moment you felt calmed again, you felt the love she promised you, the heat of her body against yours made you remember of how a home felt.

“I´m really sorry printsessa, I just want us to be happy, but you don´t let me help you, I will make these nightmares go away, nothing will ever make you feel this way, I just want you to be happy” Before you could separate yourself from her, her grip around you became stronger, it wasn’t soft anymore, you could feel her hand on your waist, holding you tightly against her but in a harsh way, you wanted her to stop holding you so harsh but she was stronger, before you could do something else she put her fingers on your temple, you couldn’t do anything else, closing your eyes you felt unconscious in her arms.

Wanda held your unconscious body against her, she hated doing this to you, but the real memories were messing with the fake ones she had put in your mind, she couldn’t lose you, no one more time, she was not going to let that happen, you had been gone for so long and now that she had you back, she was not planning on letting you go, after all you were alright with her, nothing could hurt you anymore.

“I´m doing this to you because I love you y/n, you´re safe here with me, just with me, I would never hurt you” Wanda whispered into your ear, her eyes closed, her grip on you started to become softer and with her free hand softly caressed your face, Wanda hoped you would understand why she was doing this, it was all for you.

Get away from the pain

 You woke up to an empty bed, where was Wanda? Frowning you stood up from your bed, you couldn’t help but feel as if you had already woken up hours ago, was it in the morning or in the middle of the night? Or maybe you just hadn’t slept well, and that was why you felt so sore.

Maybe taking a shower would help to ease the pain in your head, your headache was growing and you just wanted to lay back in bed again, but you felt as if you had already slept for many hours, you really didn’t want to go back to bed.

Physically you felt exhausted, the constant headaches were awful and the tiredness you felt almost all the time was unbearable, you wanted to go out to do something else, but at the same time you didn’t feel like going out.

This made you feel conflicted you just wanted the pain to stop, but you didn’t know how.

You were supposed to be happy; you were sharing your life with Wanda, you were her wife she had given you everything you had asked for, a family, you were living peacefully with her, but then why you felt so miserable? It made no sense at all, you felt so alone in this big house, there were so many rooms and you felt like every single thing hid something inside them.

A piece of paper on your nightstand distracted you from your thoughts, you knew it had been Wanda the one who left the small paper, taking it into your hands you saw Wanda´s handwriting, she had gone out again, this time she told you it was something about her job? Last time it had been something about a committee, it was alright, you started to relax a little but, why? You missed her terribly but at the same time there was this part of you that made you want to get away from her, she had never yelled at you or hit you, but whenever she was close to you, the way her hand gripped you a little too harsh, the way she told you everything would be alright, made you feel a little uncomfortable, there was a memory of her in your mind, a memory of a loving Wanda who used to hold you against her chest, singing Sokovian lullabies into your ear when you were afraid, her touch used to be soft, now her touch was severe.

A bunch of new thoughts started to come to your mind, Wanda said they were nightmares, but were they really nightmares? You tried to focus on these thoughts, how her behavior had changed, all the little things that she now did, you remembered she had always been a jealous person, but her new possessiveness scared you.

If she saw you talking to someone, she would get so jealous, so jealous that you even feared her reaction.

What she used to do was what made you stop talking to everyone who was just being nice to you, you didn’t understand her harsh tone against the others, but what made you feel more confused was that the others didn’t mind Wanda talking to them the way she did, like that time when Dottie had asked you how your days had been going at the supermarket, you were sure Wanda was on the other side of the store, she had told you she would go check for some fruit and you wandered around, you bumped into Dottie near the cereals isle, Dottie only asked you a simple question and before you could even answer, Wanda appeared out of nowhere, telling Dottie to go bother someone else, that she was not in the mood to deal with her, your wife didn’t even give Dottie time to explain herself, you couldn’t even hear a word Dottie said, because your angry wife took your wrist with such an angry and harsh grip, guiding you to the entrance, you didn’t even buy anything!  

Wanda dragged you to your house, all the way to your home she didn’t say anything to you, you felt so scared to even talk to her, Wanda didn’t notice she was hurting you, you tried taking her hand off you but that only made her angrier.

You blinked several times, here there were those memories again, at this point you were pretty sure they were memories, but when had they happened? You just wanted to know what was going on, Wanda told you that she loved you, but why it didn’t feel like that anymore?

Trying to ignore all of these thoughts you decided to go for a walk, now that Wanda wasn’t at your home, you had the chance to go out without her constant surveillance, maybe you could even talk to someone other than just your wife, it didn’t matter who, you just needed someone else to talk about anything, at this point you didn’t even care what it could be, you even wished you could find Dottie to just hear her talking about her meetings.

After changing your clothes, you went downstairs, looking around everything you felt there was something so strange about this house, and you couldn’t even put your finger on what it was, you felt awful, frustrated, you couldn’t even remember many things, and this only made you feel worse.

Going outside your house you notice how everything was so nice, the day was really pretty, the sun wasn’t too bright and the wind was refreshening, it was good to be outside, you didn’t even remember when was the last time you had been outside alone, it felt like it had been days since you were on your own here outside.

Walking through the streets you noticed there wasn’t anyone outside, what was going on? Why nobody was in the streets? Not even Dottie was in her garden, there weren’t children playing in the street, how was that even possible? You tried to think If the other times when Wanda and you had gone for a walk, there were people a lot of people for what you could recall, you even went to some houses to try to see if there were people in there, but you couldn’t see anything, and fear took over you, your lips started to tremble, everything was quiet and you found the silence unsettling, there was definitely something odd happening, after some more minutes of wandering alone through the solitary street and with your pounding heart you decided to walk back to your house.

“Y/n sweetheart?” A voice distracted you from your thoughts, you turned yourself around too look at the person who had called you.

 “Agnes!?“ You exclaimed with a happy tone, you were happy to see someone else, and Agnes was a gentle person to you, so you felt really happy to see her

"Thanks you’re here, it seems like you’re the only person around here” You said, with your voice trembling a little.

Agnes noticed your agitated state and felt concerned about you, you were really upset and she could see it, the way you were constantly rubbing your hands against your clothes, the way you were looking your surroundings as if you were afraid of something appearing, she was sure it was because Wanda wasn’t near this place, she was sure Wanda had gone to the limits that was why no one here was moving, but she didn’t want to scare you or upset you more.

“Oh darling it may be because it’s Sunday and everyone must be watching that show that airs on Sundays” She tried to reassure you with a smile on her face, her answer seemed to calm you a little bit because you stopped biting your lip as well as you stopped turning your head to look at your surroundings, your shoulders also seemed to relax a little more, and that made her feel a little calm, she didn’t like seeing you in such a distressed state.

You thought a little about her answer and it made sense to you, you remember that show that Wanda liked to watch on Sundays, but another thought came to your head, if it was Sunday then why Wanda had told you she had left for something related to work?

“Isn’t Wanda with you?” Agnes noticed how you shook your head a little at the mention on her name

“She’s not home, she left for-” You thought a little about whether was right to tell her or not, Agnes wasn’t a bad person, you couldn’t remember interacting a lot of her, but at the same time you felt you had already talk to her many times, she made you feel calm, her presence was recomforting and there was this feeling that made you trust in her.

“She left for something related to work” You saw how Agnes frowned at that.

It didn’t make sense to her, Wanda didn’t even work? She was going to ask you more things but the way you looked, she felt bad, you looked too tired and the sadness and you had in your eyes, she couldn’t see you like this, it was clear you were suffering.

“Would you like to come home with me? You can help me with a new recipe I’ve been wanting to try for some time doll” She softly asked you and you liked the idea, you really wanted to do something else so you nodded, you saw the way she smiled and you smiled too, she waited for you to start to walk and the two of you walked side by side, arriving at her house she opened the door for you and a quick memory of Wanda opening a door for you in a complete different place came to your mind, you blinked a little, what had been that?

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Agnes noticed how your expression changed for a confused one.

“I’m alright” you told her in a rush and she let you in, you slowly entered and you felt different, it was a different feeling to be inside her house.

Agatha knew you weren’t alright, she knew what Wanda was doing, she knew everyone else was under Wanda´s mind control, but why would she do it to the person the red-head was supposed to love? Her first plan had been to take Wanda’s powers, but now her plans had changed, she wanted to take your suffering away, she had tried to wake you up many other times, using her powers and it didn’t work, Wanda’s powers were really strong, the only thing that could wake you up was that you went outside Westview, but she knew Wanda wouldn’t let you do that, so she had to think of something else. She needed to do it quickly you were really suffering and she was sure Wanda’s magic had started to mess with your head, you didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. For now, she could only try to make you feel a little better. She had to try to make you feel a little happy in all this messed up situation.

“Alright doll, so wanna start with the fun?” She asked you with her cheerful tone.

“Sure, yes, I love cookies, I want to help you bake them, where do we start?” You asked her trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts that came to your mind.

“First you will need an apron, you don’t want to get yourself stained with eggs and chocolate powder, right darling?” You nodded and she showed you a really pretty apron, she handed it to you and when you were about to tie it, she took the laces that were in your back.

“Let me do it for you darling” You felt shy at her action, you knew she used to be like that all the time, so you let her tied them for you, it was a nice gesture.

“Alright darling there you go” Agnes winked at you and you shyly smiled.

“Then let’s start, shall we doll?” You nodded and she grabbed different bowls, spoons and containers and placed them on the kitchen Island.

You came closer to her and she asked you to start pouring the eggs on the bowl but when you were about to do it, she stopped you.

“Wait darling, aren´t you going to take your pretty ring off your hand?” She inquired eying the ringer in your finger.

You blinked your eyes and slowly turned your look to your fingers, you didn´t think about it and a question came to your head, when did Wanda and you got married? Why couldn’t you remember it? You frowned a little thinking about that, why couldn´t you remember that? It was supposed to be an important moment of your life and you couldn’t recall that day.

“Are you alright doll?” You heard Agnes asking behind you.

“Yes, yes I´m alright” You said slowly to her, and took off the ring of your finger

“Do you want me to put that in a safe place so you don’t lose it?” You gave the ring to her and she took it in her hand, you saw that she put it in a small box in one of the shelves.

“Alright doll, now you can keep doing what you were going to do” Agnes said walking back to the kitchen island with her typical smile on her face.

You smiled and started to mix the ingredients in the bowl, you were really grateful to do something new, you couldn’t even remember when had been the last time you had done something else than just staying at home with Wanda and sometimes going out with her for some groceries or a short walk, Wanda was always with you now that you thought about it, but it was more like if you were under her surveillance, you shook your head, you were really enjoying your time with Agnes so you tried to push aside these thoughts.

Agnes was a really sweet person, she was attentive all the time you were there with her, if you had a question on how much of something you had to add she would explain you carefully, step by step, her perfume was really sweet you liked the vanilla smell that came from her.

“Honey you have some, let me help you” First she gestured to your face and when you try to clean whatever it was in your face Agnes laughed because you had just spread more the flour in your face, so she came closer to you, and with a napkin on her left hand she softly removed the flour off your face, her touch was so delicate, you wanted to stay like that a little bit more, but you quickly thought about Wanda, so you quickly separated yourself from Agnes and kept cleaning the kitchen island.

Agatha pouted a little, she would have liked to keep caressing your face, but she wouldn’t do it if you were uncomfortable about it.

You had a lot of fun with her and you enjoyed your time with Agnes, she was hilarious, you felt happy here with her, she made you feel good and you liked the feeling.

The older woman put the cookies in the oven and when she closed it, she went back to help you put everything you had used in the correct place.

“Can I put some music?” You asked shyly

“Of course, darling” She answered you and you happily went to turn the stereo on, the music started and it was your favorite song playing, so felt happier, at home you didn´t listen music at all, or did you? You couldn’t even tell, not again the thoughts.

“Hey doll would you like to do something else while the cookies are ready?” She asked you because she saw the distressed expression on your face, she just wanted you to be busy with something else.

“Yes” You blurted out, you didn’t need to think twice.

“We can play a boardgame, would you like that angel?” You nodded and felt your heart melt at the endearment, it felt so different, the way Wanda used to call you scared you, and you didn’t even know why.

You saw that Agnes went upstairs and minutes later she came back with a boardgame, you helped her placed everything on the living room´s table and when finally everything was placed and you had your tokens you started to play, it was awesome, Agnes had always a funny remark to say, you couldn’t stop laughing at her comments, you really enjoyed playing the game with Agnes, you were at peace, you felt inner peace, you didn’t feel like you needed to stay away from her like the way you felt with Wanda, you felt genuinely happy here with Agnes and you loved the feeling.

You played with her many rounds until you heard the alarm Agnes had set thirty minutes ago and you and her stood up from your sits to go for the cookies.

She took the cookies out of the oven and she placed them on the kitchen counter to make them cool a little, they looked really great and they smelled delicious.

“These look awesome Agnes” You said to her while pointing at the cookies with the pretty different shapes.

“That´s because you helped me, that´s why they look so good sweetheart” You couldn’t help but feel a little shy, you smiled at her biting your lip a little, you waited some minutes until she told you could start to eat them now that they weren’t too hot.

You were excited and you took one in your hand you were about to start eating the cookie you were grabbing in your hand but you heard a harsh knock on Agnes´ door.

You and Agnes frowned, who could it be? You saw how Agnes burrowed her eyebrows and she gestured you with her hand to wait for her, you understood and she went to answer the door

When she opened the door, you heard an angry Wanda and at the sound of her furious tone you instantly tensed in your seat.

“Where´s y/n?” You heard Wanda asking in an angry tone, fear took over you, you knew she wasn’t happy she was mad, really mad, maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to come into Agnes´ house, you started to regret your decision.

“Calm down darling, she´s here with me, we baked some cookies” You were too scared to even turn around when you heard quickly steps getting closer to you.

“What are you doing here?” You heard Wanda´s voice really close to you and you tensed more.

“I just, I helped Agnes to bake cookies” You said in a fearful tone, why were you so afraid of her?

“But you could have baked them all by yourself at home, you could have waited for me to arrive home and we could have baked them, you didn’t need to come here” You didn’t know what do or what to say, you just stared at the table in front of you.

“Oh darling, why are you so angry, I´m pretty sure she just wanted to get some fresh air, we haven’t seen her outside in days” Agnes said I a light tone, but when you heard she had said days, you lifted your head to look at your wife and you saw how her eyes went wide.

“Where´s your ring?” She asked you in a harsh tone changing the topic.

“I took it off so it didn’t get stained” You quickly said to her, you didn’t know where the courage had come out.

“Where is it?” She asked you again.

“It´s here darling I put it in a small box so she didn’t lose it” You saw how Agnes went for the small box and she took the ring out of it, she was giving it to you but Wanda quickly took it from her hand, she took it And you saw how Agnes burrowed her brows.

Wanda stretched her hand out to you with the ring on her hand and you got confused.

“Put it back” Wanda demanded, Agatha felt her blood boiling, how could she treated you like that? You deserved more, but she had to wait, she couldn’t risk it, she had to think carefully what to do next so Wanda didn’t hurt you, or mess with your mind again.

You were doubting, she was your wife yes, but she didn’t have to talk to you like that, you slowly took the ring from her hand and put it back on your finger.

“Let´s go” She said and started to walk towards the door, you turned your head to look at Agnes, and she saw the fear and doubt in your eyes.

“It´s alright doll, you have to go, don´t be afraid” She told you and that made you feel better, you nodded and she gave you a quick squeeze to your hand.

  The love we share

 Wanda and you arrived to your house and after you entered you flinched when Wanda slammed the door.

“Why did you go outside?” Wanda demanded to know; you didn’t want to turn yourself around to see her angry face.

“Why did you go outside?” You heard asking again.

“I just wanted to! I can´t stand being here all the time” You blurted out

“But we go outside! You can go outside when I´m here with you!” She answered back

“Bu why can’t I go outside alone?” You started to raise your voice a little, you didn’t understand why she was acting like this

“Just look at what you did today, you went to Agnes´��house and you even took your ring off!” She was being irrational.

“I didn’t do anything! I just talk to you, you don´t let me talk to anyone else anymore”

“How do you remember that?” Wanda quickly inquired.

“What? What do you mean? What are you implying?” You started to question and you saw how Wanda´s expression changed, that scared you a lot.

“I´m sorry printsessa, I didn’t want to scare you, I just, I´m worried about you” Wanda started to walk slowly and her sudden change of behavior made you fear her.

“Can I give you a hug?” You didn’t want to, you knew she was thinking something, you really didn´t want to let her hug you, there was something off, you just knew, unconsciously you stepped back

“Please my love I just want to hug you, like I always do” She started to walk faster towards you and you just felt the need to run.

You started to run towards your room but she used her magic to stop you from going upstairs.

“I´m really sorry my love, I can´t let you go, you´re mine, I´m only doing this to you because I love you”

“Wanda, please you don´t have to, this is not love, you don´t-“

“That´s not true! I love you; I DO love you, never said the contrary!” Wanda yelled at you making you close your eyes, you were trembling, at this point you were sure she had been the one messing and changing your thoughts.

“Please, Wanda you´re hurting me!” You squinted, it hurt, it hurt physically and mentally, you couldn’t keep with this.

“I´m sorry, I´m really sorry my love, I have to, If I don´t do it, you´ll get away from me, and I can´t let that happen, not again” She had tears in her eyes and you didn’t know why, you were the one who was in pain

“I swear to you, I won´t go away from you, I swear it, just please don´t do this again” You were pleading but she didn’t listen, Wanda came closer to you and she pressed her fingers against your temple, and once again Wanda caught your unconscious body against her.

“I´m really sorry for this printsessa, but I don´t want to lose you again” She whispered into your ear.

And I’ve lost my light

That night you dreamt of a different place from this one, you saw many people you couldn’t recognize, a tall blonde man who smiled at you kindly, a red-head woman hugging you and telling you that everything was going to be okay, a man with a serious expression and a metal arm saying comforting words to you, you couldn’t tell who they were but all of them seemed concerned they were worried, but why?

After that you started to had nightmares, there was a war, a big man, many people fighting against some type of creatures, and then you saw Wanda her eyes glowing red she was using her power to lift something big, but also you saw her crying over someone, that was really blurry, she was holding someone on the ground and then you didn’t see anything more.

 When you woke up again, you were surprised you remembered everything that had happened the day before, how could it be? This time you remember what Wanda had done to you, how she had used magic on you, it had been real, everything she had done was real, now you were aware, Wanda had been using her powers to erase some events and things that had happened.

You were relieved that Wanda wasn’t in the bed with you, there was another piece of paper on the nightstand and you quickly took it.

-I’m going out for work printsessa, I hope you slept well, I have a surprise for you, we can go outside if you want when I arrive home, love you-

Her small letter made you feel angry, how could she do this?

What caught your attention was the ring on your finger, she hadn’t taken the ring off your hand, but what surprised you was that the little diamond wasn’t white anymore, now it was completely purple, you thought about whether it was a good idea taking it off or not, but in the end you did it and left it on the nightstand.

You started to be more scared, now that you were sure Wanda was manipulating your thoughts so that you didn’t remember what she had done to you, you started to doubt more about her, what else had she changed in your mind? What was this place? Why where you here? What had she done to you? You couldn’t even remember more about your life. You needed to calm down a little, if you think about it, Wanda wouldn’t be back until noon, you didn’t know where she really went and you really didn’t care, you just needed to get out of this place, you couldn’t take it anymore, you used to love Wanda you were sure about it, even if you couldn’t remember you were sure you used to had something beautiful, what you and her used to have was like a dream, but now it had turned into a nightmare for you.

You really wanted to take a bath, but you didn’t even feel safe in your own house, there was no one else who could help you, everyone here seemed to live just to please Wanda, no one dare to contradict her, as if everybody was scared of her.

You went downstairs, you had the same clothes of yesterday, you weren’t even sure if it had been yesterday or not, did you even have a phone? You didn’t know, you were sure if you had one Wanda wouldn’t even let you use it.

The only important thing you needed to do was to get out of this house as possible as you could, running to the front door you took the doorknob to open the door.

“Damn it” You cursed under your breath, why was the door locked? Where were the keys? You started to look for them, but they weren’t anywhere, you didn’t find them on the bookshelf, they weren’t on the table, they weren’t on the kitchen on counter, not even in your drawers of your room.

Wanda had locked you in your own house, how could she have done that? You couldn’t believe it, why would she do that? You were terrified, this wasn’t supposed to happen, maybe she had just locked the front door, so you went to the back door of your backyard to try to get out.

“Dam it, it´s closed too” You hit with your palm the door, this wasn’t fair, you needed to get out of here, Wanda knew you would try to go out so she did this, what else could you do?

The windows! You quickly went to look for the windows in the first floor but they were closed and even if you tried using all of your strength you couldn’t open them, this was wrong, this was all wrong.

Going upstairs to check on the windows you noticed they were locked as well as the ones in the first floor, when did Wanda had the time to lock them like this? How had she done this? What if she had used her magic to lock them? You were feeling desperate you really needed to get out of here, but how?

You´ll have to break a window, it was the only thing you could do at this point if you wanted to get out of this prison.

You took some of the decorative medium size rocks that were around a potted plant, you didn’t need to think twice your next moves, so you threw the rocks aggressively against the window and you cover your face when it crashed against the big window, pieces of glass went flying and when the crashing sound you turned yourself to look at the now broken window, you smiled at the sight now you could be free from this house, you didn’t want to hurt yourself so you took your jacket off and placed it on the edges of the window so that you wouldn’t cut yourself, after making sure that all the sharp edges were covered, a little insecure you pressed your hands on the edge of it, this was not the time to be scared, you needed to do this.

Taking a deep breath you pushed yourself to be able to jump over the window of the first floor, half of your body had already passed but you didn’t notice there were some sharp edges at the sides of the table until you felt an awful pain on your left hand and arm, you tried to get out faster but your foot got stuck a little and a piece of glass teared part of your jeans, it got to your skin and you hissed, the pain was awful but you needed to get out of this.

You fell onto the grass and grunted a little, you would have liked to just lay there a little bit more, you felt exhausted but you needed to keep going.

“y/n? Oh god, what happened to you darling?” You heard Agnes´ worried voice, lifting your head to look at her she saw your tired eyes and the state you were in, she felt really guilty, she should have done something to help you, Agnes stretched her hands to help you stand and you gladly accepted them, she carefully took your hands carefully not to hurt you more.

“What happened sweetheart?” Agnes saw the broken window and some pieces of glass were covered in some blood and her heart jumped.

“y/n doll are you hurt? Let me see” The woman in front of you softly took your face in her hands looking for wounds on your face, you could see how upset she was, the worry in her eyes and the troubled expression she had, her eyes were so pretty and you felt a warm feeling growing inside your chest.

Stop, you thought, this was not the time for that, not now.

“I´m alright Agnes, I´m not hurt, you need to help me, Wanda locked me inside the house and I had to break the window to get out” You blurted out and you saw how Agnes clenched her jaw in ager, you couldn’t take it anymore and started to cry, you were desperate, you just wanted Wanda to stop, why couldn’t she just let you go? You threw yourself into Agnes´ arms and she carefully hugged you back, your sobs were breaking her heart, it had taken some time to understand what was going on with you and Wanda, at first when she arrived at Westview because of Wanda´s magic and she saw you, she just thought you weren’t having a great day, but your confused stare at what was supposed to be your house raised her suspicions, then the way she saw how Wanda dragged you to different places with harsh grip on you or the way she talked to you when someone else got near to you to start a nice conversation, she knew what had happened to Wanda,  but she didn’t knew anything about you, she didn’t know why Wanda had brought you here but she felt awful for you, your constant tired and sad look on your eyes, the way you would always look down at the ground, not even daring to look at Wanda, what had she done to you? Why did you look so scared of her? Agatha started to suspect there was something more going on between you and her, because sometimes you didn’t even get out of your house for days, the first time that she remembered that happening was two weeks after she had arrived for the first time.

All of you were in one of Dottie´s meeting, during the meeting you had been sitting next to Wanda all the time, with her hand on your waist and you even looked as if you were afraid to move, from time to time she kissed your cheek and you just stayed there, tensed the entire time, she had wanted to do something to make you feel a little less tense, maybe talk to you or made you laugh but Wanda didn’t let you alone until she found the perfect opportunity, when the meeting was over everyone dispersed and went to talk with different people some women were chatting with the others and she saw how Wanda told you something in your ear and you just nodded looking at the ground, then Agatha saw how you walked to the deckchairs and you sat down in one of them she followed you to talk a little with you, when she got near you, she saw how you just were staring at the water not even moving at all, and she frowned, why were you always so quiet?

“Hi doll, are you bored?” She asked you sitting next to you in the other chair, she saw the way you jumped a little at the sudden voice of hers.

“Hi Agnes” You shyly smiled and gave her a quick glance to her, turning your head quickly to look at the water again.

“I´m just a little bored, I would like to go now, but Wanda keeps talking to Dottie” You admitted to her, in that moment she frowned why wouldn’t just leave then? Maybe you didn’t want to go alone, she thought

“What if I accompany you to your house?” She kindly asked you and she saw how your eyes lit up for a moment.

“That would be great, but I have to ask Wanda first” The blue-eyed woman saw the way you thought about it for a moment and she nodded, you were Wanda´s wife after all.

“I´m going to ask her, wait here” You kindly smiled at her and she nodded again at you, she saw how you stood up from the chair but what disconcerted her was the way you walked towards your wife, as if you were scared of getting too close to her, she saw the way you hesitate to touch her arm, when you finally did it, you never dare to look her in the eyes, you  just stared at the glass Wanda was holding, Agatha knew there was something wrong, why would you be afraid of your own wife? She saw the way your lips almost trembled to her while you spoke and when you stopped talking to her she saw Wanda smiled at you and how she hugged you, you didn’t return the hug you just stayed still, after separating from you Wanda said something to Dottie and your wife took your hand to start walking towards her, when Agatha saw your face again she could swear you were scared, Wanda and you walked until you were standing in front of her.

“Thank you so much for offering to take my wife home, but I will take her home, you shouldn’t have to worry, I was almost finished, but thank you for the offer, right y/n?”

Agatha saw the way you quickly nodded and you didn’t even dare to lift your head to look at her.

“It was good to be here, but we´re leaving” Wanda was smiling at her but she couldn’t shake the strange feeling about her.

After that day she didn’t saw you for four days in a row, she saw how Wanda came out of your house and entered again hours later, the fourth day Agatha hadn’t seen you she decided to ask Wanda what was going on, so when she was in her garden and she saw that Wanda had arrived to your house she quickly went to say hi to Wanda.

“Hey darlin! I hope you´re enjoying your day at all, isn’t y/n with you? I haven’t seen her in a while” Agatha asked with a smile on her face, her expression didn’t match with the real emotions she was feeling, Wanda turned herself slowly from her front door and walked towards her, her annoyed expression changed into a fake smile just in the nick of time.

“Oh hi Agnes, I´m enjoying my day yes, I was just going to pass a lovely evening with my wife, she´s been feeling a little under the weather, that´s why you haven’t seen her, she decided to stay at home, but don´t worry, she´s getting better, so you don´t have to worry about her”  And with that Wanda went back to her door and entered to your house.

The next day she saw you, at the center of the town, Agatha had the unsettling feeling that there was something else behind all of this,  you were smiling and letting Wanda hug you as if nothing had happened days ago, you were holding hands with her and this time, you seemed to be happier, but Agatha had the feeling that was not the real way you were feeling inside.

And now that she was seeing you here, holding your trembling body against her she knew she had to help you, she couldn’t keep seeing you suffering.

Agatha had to do something, it had been so wrong to wait to do something, now you were here physically hurt because Wanda had locked you in your own house, your body was shaking with fear, this time she wouldn’t let that Wanda messed with your head again, not again.

“You´re safe with me doll, it´s alright, I won´t let Wanda get near you again, she won´t ever hurt you again” She was holding you tightly against her and for the first time you felt safe, you just wanted all of this suffering to end.

She took your hands in her and looked at you straight in your eyes, your beautiful eyes were red from all the crying, she needed you to explain things to you first, but she needed to do it quickly before Wanda came looking for you again.

“You´ll be fine” You heard Agnes say to you and she took your hand in hers waiting for you to walk, she guided you to the back door of her house and you followed her, she was holding you hand with a soft grip on yours, it felt so different as the way Wanda grasped your hand.

 Once I ran to you

 Agnes guided you inside her house and once again you felt at peace, you didn’t feel tense or afraid here with Agnes, the older woman made you feel safe.

“Sweetheart first I need to clean these wounds, would you let me?” You nodded and she made you sit in her couch.

Agatha couldn’t stand seeing you this way, you looked so broken, she knew there was more behind this, she wanted to make you smile, the times you had shared with her, the times you didn’t remember because she was sure Wanda messed with your memories, she was happy that you had asked her for help, she was sure that the spell she had put in your ring the day before had helped you, that spell at least helped you a little so that Wanda didn’t altered your memories, she wanted to tell you everything, but first she needed to take care of your cuts.

“I´ll be back quickly, I need to get some alcohol and cotton gauzes” She caressed your face a little before going to her bathroom, for what she needed.

You started to relax a little in here, you didn’t feel any pressure, it was good to be here with her.

You her quick steps coming closer to you and the sound of her rushed steps didn’t scare you as how Wada´s had made you feel when she came to your side demanding to know what you were doing with Agnes.

“Angel, let me see the cuts, I´ll be as gentle as possible, I don´t want to hurt you more than you already are” You felt touched by her words, so you showed her your arm and your hand, those were the ones that hurt the most, she cleaned the cuts and applied alcohol on them, then she put the cotton gauze and she did the same with the cuts in your leg, you really liked her gentle touch against your skin, it felt so nice to know that she didn’t want to hurt you, when she finished she placed everything in the small table in the living room and looked at you.

You saw how she brought her hand to your face and she softly caressed your cheek, unconsciously you lent into her touch, it was so nice to feel how she treated you with such delicacy, you were not expecting when she suddenly knelt in front of you, her hand were resting carefully in your knees and she was looking at you with almost pleading eyes.

“Doll I need to tell you the truth, but I promise you that you don’t need to be afraid, I just want to help you get away from this, you deserve so much more and I can´t let Wanda keep doing this to you” You said yes with your head and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before speaking again.

“My real name´s Agatha Harkness” You had thought she was joking but when you saw the serious look on her face you realized, she wasn’t lying.

“I´m a witch, at first I came here, because I felt Wanda´s magic and I had wanted her powers, but my plans changed, I´m not interested in her powers anymore, I just want to help you, I can´t stand seeing the way you´re suffering” She felt some tears threatening to fall at the corner of her eyes, when Agatha saw that you weren’t saying anything and that you just stared at her with a blank expression on your face she started to fear the worst, she didn’t want to scare you, she needed to tell you the truth.

“Doll, I´m sorry I didn’t tell you this before, but please you don´t need to be afraid of me, I don´t want to hurt you, I just want to help you, I put a spell on your ring yesterday so that Wanda´s magic didn’t affected you, I was sure she was going use her magic on you, and before she took you back to your home days ago I knew she would do it, so I planned on coming to see you but in these two days she didn’t leave your house, she was constantly there until now, I saw she had gone out and I decided to go see you but then I heard a loud crash and when I arrived at your house you were laying on the ground that´s when I-“ She didn’t finish her sentence because you had hugged her, you passed your arms around her shoulders and when she felt how close you had pulled yourself to her she passed her arms around your waist, you started to sob again and she quickly removed a little from you to take your face in her hands and with her fingers she wiped the tears away from your face.

“You really did that to the ring?” You asked between sobs but with a smile on your face, you were amazed, thanks to her you got the chance to go out of that house, she nodded and you hugged her again.

“Thank you so much, you don´t know how that helped me, thanks to you I can remember the day you and I made cookies, you don´t know how much I love that memory, I can´t remember a lot of things but I can remember this and it makes me so happy that you did that for me”

“You don´t need to thank me sweetheart I want to help you, I´m so sorry I didn’t do anything before to help you, I tried to wake you up before but Wanda´s magic is too strong, her magic is tied to her emotions and when she´s angry her magic becomes stronger, I don´t know how is that even possible, but I assure you Wanda won´t hurt you again” She took your hands in your and gave them a soft squeeze to them, you nodded and closed your eyes, Agatha pressed her forehead against yours and you felt happy, you felt really happy that you had someone who wanted to help you.

“We need to go sweetheart; we need to leave as fast as possible” You whispered a small “yes” and the two of you stood up.

“Wait I´ll give something to cover yourself sweetheart, it´s could outside” You felt a warm feeling growing inside your chest and when Agatha came back with one of her jackets, she helped you to put on the jacket.

“Thank you” You said shyly and she smiled, you were so beautiful, you deserved to smile and be happy.

“Let´s go darling” Agatha took your hand in hers and she guided you to the door, the blue-eyed woman held the door open for you and she let you go out first, you really loved this gesture of her.

“We need to hurry darling; I don´t know if she can feel you or not, I promise I won´t let her get near you again” Agatha said to you and she started to guide you towards the other side of the street.

“We will have to go towards the other direction” You nodded and the two of you walked down the street.

This tainted love you’ve given

 After what felt hours of walking you finally arrived to the limits of the town and you felt horrified when you saw the people who were frozen on the street.

“What´s all of this?” You asked Agatha while covering your mouth, you couldn’t believe what you were watching.

“I didn’t want to have this conversation with you, I don´t want you to feel scared, but now that you´re seeing all of this, it´s necessary that you know the truth” The two of you stopped walking and she turned herself to look at you.

“This place is an illusion, Wanda created all of this, she´s using her power to make all of these people do what she wants, they can´t help but do everything what Wanda says, these people are frozen because Wanda´s not here, It doesn’t affect me because her magic isn’t able to affect me” She said and you quickly hugged her, it was awful what Wanda was doing.

“I´m really sorry you had to see this sweetheart” Agatha pulled you closer to her body and she softly stroked your hair.

“We need to keep going darling, we´re almost outside” She was right you could almost feel the freedom.

Agatha grabbed your hand again and the two of you walked towards the entrance, when you were close enough you saw something weird in front of you and you turned your head to give Agatha a questioning look.

“This is the magical field that covers Westview, doll, I want you to know that once we cross this field, all the memories Wanda locked inside your mind, you will be able to remember all of these, I know you´re strong enough to handle them, but I will be with you all the time alright?” You were scared you were going to remember everything you couldn’t and that scared you a lot, but you knew Agatha wasn’t lying she made you feel protected and you trusted her.

“Alright, I´m ready” You said to her with confidence, you really wanted to go away from this place.

You felt her hand squeezing your and she nodded to you, you and her walked at the same time and while you started to cross the magical field, you felt some pressure over you, but when you touched the other side the uncomfortable weight on you disappeared, the next thing you knew, a bunch of memories of your real life came to your mind.

You saw your old life back in the Avengers compound, the way your family had vanished into thin air, how Natasha had died for the soul stone, the battle against Thanos, how Tony had died for all of you, you remembered every single thing Wanda had blocked from you.

You also remembered how Wanda had cheated on you with Vision, the way you had felt when you saw her kissing the synthezoid.

You remembered what had happened that day, everything was clear now, she had proposed to you years ago, she used to be a loving and caring girlfriend, but that had been years ago, she used to loved you and you used to love her, you had thought you would be sharing your life with her, years ago she told you how much one day she would love to live with you in a beautiful house of two floors in a really pretty neighborhood, she had sworn to you that she would make everything to protect you from everything and that she would make you happy, but that day when she broke every one of her promises you gave her the ring back, she had pleaded you not to leave her, she had begged you many times to make you stayed with her but you didn’t accept it, and then everything happened so quickly, you didn’t even got time to mourn on your feelings, earth was attacked and after that you had just lost all of your family.

“Are you alright doll?” You heard Agatha asking you, you blinked many times and you noticed tears streaming down your face, you felt Agatha pulling you closer to her and once again you let yourself express all of your pain by crying into her chest, Agatha soothed you and stroked your hair, now that you were finally outside she could see your thoughts and she felt the same pain you were feeling, you deserve to be happy and she was going to make sure of that.

  Tainted love

“Stay away from her” You jumped at Wanda´s voice, there was that accent, you knew there was something missing when she talked to you inside Westview, and now you realized it had been her accent.

“No, you stay away from her” Agatha placed herself in front of you

“Who do you think you are?” You could see Wanda´s eyes glowing red just as well as her hands, for a moment you feared the worst, but when you saw Agatha´s hands glowing purple, you sighed feeling relieved.

“You´re hurting her Wanda, can´t you see it?  this is not healthy" Agatha said to Wanda

“That’s not true! I’m doing this for us, I need her and she needs me! We are meant to be together” Wanda yelled and it made you feel angry, she was hurting you and you were exhausted, you couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“You need to stop Wanda!” You yelled back at her, you placed yourself next to Agatha and all of the anger started to come out of you.

“You hurt me! You made me feel awful, you were manipulating my memories, you used you Magic to make me believe a false life!” You were gesturing at her and you saw how her hands stopped glowing red.

“I love you!” She yelled and you bitterly laughed at that, you wiped some tears that had fallen down your face and you felt Agatha’s hand caressing softly your back, that made you feel better.

“That’s not true Wanda, you don’t love me, this is not love, love is not supposed to be painful, love is not supposed to make you feel exhausted, love is not supposed to scare you, you don’t love me and I don’t lo-”  You were cut off by the read-head

“That’s not true! You love me just as much as I love you! I did this all for us, I did all of this for you, this is our dream, the one we share-”

“You kidnapped me Wanda! You took me away from my home! You kidnapped me and brought me here! That’s not love!” You interrupted her

“That’s not true, that was not your home, this is our home, we can go back to it, we can live peacefully we can go back to our amazing life and forget that all if this ever happened” Wanda started to walk slowly towards you and before she could touch your arm you quickly stepped back.

“Don’t touch me!” You quickly said and Agatha placed herself in front of you.

“You heard her Wanda, you better back off” You saw Wanda’s expression changed into a really angry one

“I won’t repeat myself y/n you better come with me; I love you” You couldn’t understand why Wanda kept saying the same.

“No, I won’t go back to you, you just made me feel awful, you made me feel exhausted, you locked me in that house, YOU DON’T LOVE ME”

“We are married” she quickly said.

“That’s not true, you know that’s not true, we were going to get married years ago but you cheated on me”

You argued back and you saw the way Wanda flinched at the mention of what she had done.

“It was a mistake, I really love you, I don’t want to lose you again, please, you’re breaking my heart, I need you” Wanda knelt in front you she was holding her arms in the air towards you, she was sobbing in front of you, but this time she couldn’t manipulate you, not anymore,  Agatha looked at you and she smiled at you, her smile was comforting, she made you feel safe and now that you could finally remember every single moment you had interacted with her inside Westview, you realized that was how love was supposed to feel.

 Now I know I’ve got to

Run away, I’ve got to

Get away

 You came a little closer to Wanda and you knelt in front of her, Agatha was next to you making sure Wanda wouldn’t do anything to you.

“I’m sorry Wanda, but I won’t go back to you, you don’t love me and I don’t love you, you have to accept that, I can’t be with you, this is not love, what we used to have years ago is over, you have to let it go” You said looking into her green eyes, you didn’t recognize the old Wanda, the person in front of her was full of rage and hatred, you couldn’t blame her at all, she had lost everyone but, this was not fair to you, she was hurting you and you didn’t deserve it, you didn’t feel the same for her.

“Love is supposed to make you feel happy, as if you’re floating on air, love makes you feel safe and protected, love makes you keep going, it doesn’t stop you” Looking back at Agatha she smiled at you and you smiled back at her, she had risked herself to help you get out of it, and you knew that was how love was supposed to be, with Agatha you were sure you could have it, a real love.

“So, you fell in love with her?” Wanda’s voice was louder and you could hear her accent coming back, this time it was more present than ever, you could tell she was really mad, her hands forming into fists and her eyes glowing red in anger, she hastily stood up from the ground and Agatha pulled you closer to her.

“Answer me! Is she the reason you’re leaving me?” You saw Wanda’s jaw clenching and her left eye twitching a little

“She’s leaving you because you just inflict pain into her heart, Wanda you’ve been messing with her mind! She was feeling anxious she didn’t know what day it was, you held her captive inside a place she didn’t want to be, you just made her suffer, she doesn’t deserve this, you’re hurting her, why can’t you understand?”

Agatha was shocked at how Wanda couldn’t see what was the real problem.

“That’s not true, you’re the one who is manipulating her, you’re a liar, you’re not even who you said you were” Wanda kept talking and you felt desperate

“Stop, just stop, I don’t want to listen to you anymore” You said to Wanda while holding your hands in the air, you pressed your fingers against your temple, a headache started to form and it felt awful, you closed your eyes and  you put more pressure of your fingers into your temple.

Agatha came closer to you to softly touch your arm.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” You heard Agatha asking you.

“Don’t call her like that, you don’t have the right, she’s mine, and she will just be mine” Wanda had started to come closer to the two of you.

“Don’t come closer Wanda” you heard the blue-eyed woman warned Wanda.

“What? Do you think I’m afraid of you?” Wanda asked with a mocking tone

“Oh dear, I could easily destroy you with a flick of my hand” the dark-haired woman next to you scoffed, you could almost sense the smirk Agatha had on her face.

“Stop right there” Those were new voices; you lifted your head to see who were they and you saw many soldiers pointing their guns at the three of you.

“Not you again, not this time” The red-head started to move her hands in the air and she made all of the soldiers point to the sky, but the moment you felt you couldn’t move, you realized she was using her magic on you as well.

“Y/n!” You heard Agatha calling your name, purple magic enveloped you and you felt yourself being released, she used her magic to stop you from falling harshly against the ground.

“You need to stop trying to take her, she doesn’t want to be with you, y/n doesn’t need you!”

“That’s not true! She needs me just as much as I need her, I love her-

"STOP!” You snapped and didn’t realize the wave of magic coming from your body, your magic was f/c and when you opened your eyes again you saw Wanda covered in a new different magic, you saw your hands and your eyes widened when you realized it was you the one who this time stopped her from moving.

You gasped and this time you saw all the soldiers on the ground, they were covered with your magic too and you started to panic a little, but when you felt Agatha’s hand on your shoulders you started to relax a little.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I know you can do it, focus on what you’re feeling, don’t let the fear consume you”

Slowly you nodded and focused on what you wanted, you wanted the soldiers to go away, so you moved your hand and when you heard noised this time you opened your eyes to see all of them started to walk away from where they had coming.

“I’m so proud of you darling, you did it amazing, I will make sure they don’t come again” She caressed your cheek and you smiled at her, she stayed with you making sure no one else came to where you were.

“You think you she loves you y/n?” You heard Wanda’s laugh and turned your head to look at herk kneeling on the ground with her hands behind her back and all of your magic over her, she didn’t stop laughing for some minutes, you just couldn’t believe what was happening to Wanda.

“No one will ever love you the way I do” Wanda said back to you when she stopped laughing, you looked straight into her eyes and the only things you could see in them was madness, you felt bad for her for a minute, you knew what she had passed through but all the things she made you passed through as well, you even doubt your own sanity, you couldn’t forgive this, she had kidnapped you and she had messed with your mind, you didn’t even know how many time you were inside with her.

“You don’t love me Wanda, this is an obsession Wanda what happened-

"What happened was a mistake, let me make things right this time printsessa, I really love you, you’re the love of my life! I need you!” She begged you again, but you this time you weren’t going to fall for it, not anymore, you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before speaking again.

“You don’t really want any more from me, to make things right, Wanda, you can’t make things right, this is messed up, not only you hurt me, but you’re hurting thousands of people, let them be free, let me be free Wanda, please, I want to be free” Tears started to fall down your face

“You need someone to hold you tight printsessa and I’m the one who can do that, I can-

"You can’t Wanda, you broke what we had years ago! You broke me, and there’s no way you can fix this! If you want to make things right, you’ll let me go with Agatha, if you love me, you’ll release me”

“I can’t do that printsessa, you’re mine, you’re just mine I won’t let her or anyone else take you away from me” You saw how Wanda’s eye’s started to glow red and you moved your hands to stop her hands from moving behind her back, she wasn’t going to use her magic on you again, not anymore.

“I’m not yours, I’m not yours, the problem is Wanda that you think love is to pray, but I’m sorry, I don’t pray that way, you won’t get to me again, I don’t love you” You whispered to her loud enough to hear you, Agatha took your hand in hers and you used your magic to pull Wanda back inside Westview.

“I will find you y/n and I will make you mine again, you belong to me” You heard her yelling and Agatha pulled you closer to her.

“I will come for the both of you and I will make you pay for taking y/n away from me, you will pay and I will make sure of that” Wanda tried to break free from your magical ties but you didn’t let her.

“You can’t get away from me y/n I will always be with you and no matter what I will find you-”

Finally, you put Wanda inside the town and Agatha started to make movements with her hands, a purple mist covered the entirety of the town, the magical field Wanda had created was replaced by Agatha’s purple magic.

“This will only keep her inside for some weeks, maybe some months until she realizes how to get out from this, I trapped her inside Westview but this won’t last forever doll” You felt the older woman’s hands taking your face in her hands.

“I’m not afraid” You answered to her and you saw a proud smile on her face

“I know you’re not afraid, you’re so strong and brave, I will be with you, no matter what, I will be with you, I know you can protect yourself but I will protect you too, and when the time Wanda comes for us, I will be by your side, she won’t take you again doll, I promise”

You felt safe with her, she made you feel alright and you couldn’t help yourself, you took her face in your hands and slowly leant into her, Agatha passed her hands around your waist and she pulled your body close to hers, you felt her soft touch on you and that made your heart melt, this is how love is supposed to feel, you knew it, you presses your lips against hers, she captured your soft lips, it was a soft but needy kiss, she needed to feel you and you needed to know she was there for you, you needed to know this was real.

When the two of you broke the kiss, she pressed her forehead against yours her hands never leaving your sides.

“I know it will take a time for you to get used to this, but I promise I won’t hold you back, I want to make sure you’re alright, I want the best for you y/n” You trusted her, you knee she was saying the truth, and you were grateful with her, without her help you wouldn’t have been able to get out of your prison.

“I believe you Agatha, I want to be with you, I know you will help me to heal” You whispered to her and she smiled, she hugged you again, the feeling of your body against her made her feel alive and you felt the same, you weren’t free at all from Wanda, but you knew that Agatha would there for you to help you.

You felt something bothering in your pocket, there was something in it and when you pulled your hand inside it you felt shivers down your spine, pulling out the small piece of metal you saw it was the ring Wanda gave to you because of your “marriage” you were Wanda had been the one who placed it in your pocket with her magic, you eyed it for a minute before throwing it against the grass.

“We have to go doll” She was right, you had to go now.

Taking your hand into hers, Agatha guided you towards the forest, you didn’t know where you were going but you were sure that Agatha would make everything, she could to protect you.

The two of you walked through the forest, between the tall pines, the sound of some branches breaking because you stepped on them was some of the only sounds you could hear, the night was a little cold and from time to time you still feel a little afraid, but when you felt Agatha’s hand softly squeezing you hand to reassure she was there and she wasn’t going anywhere made you feel strong.

You knew Wanda would come for you, you were sure she would do everything she could to find you, but you were sure you wouldn’t be alone this time, you weren’t afraid of her, she didn’t have that power over you anymore.

When Wanda comes for you, you were sure you were going to be prepared, just as Wanda wouldn’t let her take you, you were going to fight Wanda, you’re not afraid of her.

Now I’m gonna pack my things and go

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unsure if you’ve already been asked this or it’s planned but would love to see a part 3 for good luck, maid! if you’re open to it 😆 not picky about what’s in the plot but might be cool to get a situation that forces either one to confess their attractions to each other ☺️

Good Luck, Maid! Part 3 (Violet Bridgeton x fem!Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The Masterlist

Author’s Note: I only write based on requests left in my inbox, this is the first formal request, and thank goodness for it, I was itching to write more for Violet! Thanks for the detailed ask (if it's not to your liking feel free to request again, don't be shy!) Happy readings to you.

Summary: Violet implores a friend to find out the circumstances around Y/n's previous employment. Y/n and Violet have another accidental meeting late at night. Violet's feelings manifest.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, touch starved Violet, fingering (Violet receiving), technically they do it in public, period typical homophobia, brief discussion of skewed power dynamics, no Beta read

Lady Danbury had been quick to agree to Violet's request for tea, and by midday they sat across from each other in the Danbury estate's drawing room.

After the exchange of usual pleasantries and talk of bubbling gossip around the Ton, Lady Danbury had surmised the true purpose of their meeting. "I take it you are ready to discuss the unspeakable?" Palming her cane in one hand and delicately bringing the teacup to her lips, Agatha raised her eyebrows in her usual prompting fashion.

Violet suddenly went to stand. Wringing her hands together she walked towards the piano, admiring the vase of flowers which sat upon it. She nervously rearranged them and cleared her throat, "Yes, it seems as though I have developed uh, how do I phrase this..." Violet turned to look at her. Patient as ever, Lady Danbury raised her chin and let a soft smile grace her lips.

"I have developed feelings for a member of my staff."

Lady Danbury threw her head back and cackled in response, "By the way you were behaving, I had thought you were going to say you had developed feelings for a criminal of some kind. To have feelings for a member of staff, while frowned upon publicly, is surprisingly common. Nothing to be embarrassed about, Dear." It never ceased to surprise her the shame that Violet Bridgerton would inflict upon herself for being like the rest of high society.

Inhaling through her nose and feeling her eyes start to sting, Violet lowered her gaze to the ground, "And if these feelings were criminal, then what, Agatha?"

Humming, Lady Danbury pondered the question. "You are no criminal, Violet..." She put her teacup on it's dish. Sitting forward with both hands on her cane, she motioned for Violet to sit on the couch across from her.

Violet sat and smoothed her dress as Lady Danbury openly stared at her. "Violet, do you mean to tell me that you are experiencing a liking of the fairer sex?"

By instinct, Violet opened her mouth to deny such a notion and then swallowed the words before they could escape, and instead answered with a simple "Yes." The woman across from her lent back in consideration. Briefly, they sat in silence.

"You are right. In this country, if you were to even speak of such things, it would be reprehensible by the law. However... in this house, such is not the case," she reached forward and grabbed Violet's hand, "You are no criminal to me, Violet, regardless of what society may say."

Choking on a sob, Violet covered her mouth with her free hand. "Thank you, Agatha. You have no idea how dear you are to me," she sniffled and tried to collect herself, "I was worried you would not find me suitable for your company once I told you."

Releasing her grip on Violet's, Lady Danbury spoke light heartedly "Nonsense. You may worry no more. Now, tell me, who has caught your eye?" Violet chuckled lightly, of course the woman would not be concerned with the controversy of the matter at hand, always more keen to hear the details of romance.

"Eloise's maid, we had to let go of mine, and Miss Y/n replaced her" Her cheeks tinted pink as she continued, "Just last night we had an encounter in the kitchen. I was restless and wandering and there she was. We spoke and it was as if we really saw each other. By the way she looked at me, it was almost as if she could see through me."

"And you are sure she was not looking through your night dress?" Lady Danbury laughed at Violet's Gasp.

"Oh Agatha, you are terrible," Violet swatted at Lady Danbury and they fell into a fit of laughter.

Once they regained composure Lady Danbury wondered out loud, "You seem quite taken with her, and with such haste, how is that possible?" Violet nodded in understanding, she had been wondering the same thing herself.

"I can't be sure, I find myself thinking of her frequently. It has become undeniable. In fact, I find myself concerned with her well being..." Violet looked imploringly at her friend, "Particularly her past."

Narrowing her eyes at Violet's words, Lady Danbury felt a smugness settle within her. She knew that Violet was tempting her with a challenge, and oh, how she loved to play games. But of course, this was mostly to help quell Violet's anxieties, not flex her own societal prowess.

"What do you know of her already"

...

The sun had set in the Ton by the time Violet returned home. The chilled night air prompted the fireplaces to be lit and extra blankets to be spread across beds. Although satisfied with her day and comforted by the support of her friend, Violet was still buzzing with anxious energy.

Knowing she would be tired the next day if she did not seek rest soon, she decided to brave the cold wood floors with bare feet in an effort to get to the study. She would read herself to exhaustion if she had to. Descending the grand stairs she squinted through the darkness, overhearing giggles coming from another corridor. Focusing, she made the voices out to be Hyacinth and Gregory, no doubt snooping through the letters that Colin had sent Anthony about his travels. She smiled softly, and listened to their childish joy, until the sound of the study door creaking open forced her to veer down the opposing hallway.

Colliding with something, she gasped. Strong hands gripped her waist, and they tumbled towards the wall as her own hands landed upon lean shoulders. Y/n pulled Violet flush against her, in an effort to keep them both from falling. With a shaky release of breath and heart beating out of her chest, Violet's eyes flickered across Y/n's face.

As Y/n went to move away, Violet's grip tightened, her fingers flexing into the material of Y/n's uniform as she steadied herself. Her heartbeat had slowed slightly, but not settled as the excitement of their position dawned upon her.

The woman's eyes took in the pink dusting of Violet's cheeks and quickly dilating pupils. Violet's hands shook as she slid them across Y/n's shoulders and toward her neck. With bated breath she waited for a response of any kind. Would Y/n push her off, tell her she was as bad as the Lord she worked for before, and leave the Ton in fear of Violet ruining her? Before her thoughts could spiral anymore, she felt Y/n's hold on her waist loosen and her hands migrated up towards the sides of her breast, stopping before making contact. With the slightest of pressure on her ribcage, she was guided backwards a few inches until she was pressed against the wall.

Shooting forward, she brought their mouths together. Every thing she had imagined in no way measured up to the soft caress of Y/n's lips against her own. With one hand she cradled the side of Y/n's face, smoothing the apple of her cheek with her thumb as she tried to commit the very feel of the woman to her memory. Her other hand grasped at her neck like an anchor.

With greater confidence, Y/n snaked her hand inward and cusped the woman's breast, causing Violet to release a gasp into the kiss. She slowly swiped her tongue across Violet's lower lip and gently prodded into her mouth. Y/n ran her thumb over Violet's raised nipple, feeling it tighten at her ministrations.

Despite the cold night air, Violet's skin was hot to the touch and the all too familiar warmth of arousal grew in her lower belly. Her legs clenched together in need as she tried to relieve the aching. Once Y/n noticed Violet's squirming she broke the kiss and lowered herself slightly to lick and suck at Violet's neck. Perfectly positioned as to not break contact, Y/n dropped her hands to Violet's legs. Through the soft fabric of her nighty, Y/n felt her way from the outside of Violet's leg to the inner crease of where they strongly pressed together. She swiftly parted them with force, filling the space with her own leg. Violet sighed heavily and let her head thud against the wall as she tried to catch her breath. Not allowing the woman a moment of reprieve, Y/n's hands wrapped around her waist and forced her upon her leg. Violet's hips involuntarily bucked at the first contact, and a hearty moan clawed its way out of her throat.

Overwhelmed by the sensation, she dropped her forehead to Y/n's shoulder and breathed heavily. She could feel the slick of her arousal cling to her night dress at the point where Y/n's leg pressed into her. She could hardly believe herself, rutting into the other woman like a wild animal, out in the open, with only the protection of darkness. She flushed at her own indecency. Y/n tugged on her nightgown, causing her breasts to become exposed. Her head shot up as she quickly searched the hall, it was useless, the pitch black of night was thicker than tar. Lips enclosed around her nipple, licking softly at the peak and then tugging it sharply with teeth. She yelped and immediately bit into Y/n's shoulder to quiet herself. Breathing through her nose, she felt Y/n's fingertips drag the bottom of her nightgown up towards her. With great anticipation, she felt Y/n gently remove her leg from between her thighs and continue the slow drag of fabric upwards.

She raised her head and met the other woman's eyes, "Please, touch me, I-" Y/n's hand cupped her radiating sex and she ground the heal of her palm into the Violet's clit and traced the opening of her lips. Not knowing what to do with herself, she laid soft kisses on the column of Y/n throat, mewling slightly as Y/n's fingers entered her wetness. Her eyes shut as Y/n rhythmically entered her, her own clenching creating a delectable drag when Y/n removed her fingers.

"Ohh, please, Y/n please," Violet begged in a whisper. She whimpered as Y/n's pace increased and her fingers started to curl into her as if she were searching for something. And indeed she was, Y/n felt for the spongy texture of her walls and ran her finger tips against it with pressure. Violet nearly choked at the sensation, even with all her experiences with Edmund, she had never felt such delight. Her legs closed, as if she were worried Y/n would suddenly remove herself. Violet's mind became hazy as she lost herself in their love making. She could feel Y/n everywhere, Y/n's mouth had consumed her entirely, her long fingers had graced her insides, and she was sure that the woman had somehow penetrated her mind.

Her hips began to stutter and Y/n could tell she was close. She watched Violet's face contort in pleasure as she played her like an instrument and listened for the beautiful music she emitted. Her gasps and whines were enough encouragement for Y/n to double her efforts and add another finger. Violet's back arched and Y/n could feel her walls quake with her release. Slowing her ministrations, she continued to guide her through the entirety of her completion.

Once she was sure Violet had finished, Y/n gently removed her fingers but kept one hand flush with her still pulsing sex and the other moved hair out of her face. Violet looked at her owlishly, face burning from the activity. She looked something out of the paintings that her and Lady Danbury had par-oozed the day she admitted her desperation for touch; breasts proudly displayed and nipples now raised by the cool air, skin reddened with arousal and hair tousled from the friction of the wall.

"We should go to my room, and talk," Violet offered breathlessly.

...

Back in the safety of her room, Violet offered Y/n a nightgown to change into. Sitting on the bed, she watched as Y/n undressed in front of her. All the bravado she had moments ago vanished, and she sat on her hands to keep herself from reaching out. When the other woman finished changing, Violet opened the bed invitingly, "Since I have no obligations tomorrow and you are the only one permitted to enter my room, you can stay the night and we will be unbothered." She smiled softly and Y/n smiled back.

Her heart fluttered with contentment as Y/n climbed into bed and opened her arms to the other woman. With her head laid on Y/n's chest, Violet released a deep breath as she settled. Her eyes began to close in relaxation until a thought crossed her mind, "was that your first time with a woman?"

"No," Violets chest tightened and her heart picked up as she listened intently, "The last house I worked for, the Lady and I became close..." Their earlier conversation came to the forefront of Violet's mind as this new information clicked into place. It was not a Lord per say who had misused Y/n, but a Lady. A Lady who Y/n undoubtedly got caught with and thus came the termination of her employment.

Her hand went to Y/n's, "It is quite a miracle you are here today," Violet thanked her guardian angels for bringing Y/n safely to her. Of all the things that could have happened to Y/n, for her to only lose a job rather than her head was an act of divine intervention.

"It is, it really is. I heard that the Lord of the house had actually passed recently, and now there are only three people who know this secret, including you and I." Violet hummed, her eyes slipped closed and right before sleep took her an offhanded thought drifted through her mind, she vindictively wished that number would be reduced to two.

...

Violet and Y/n awoke as a knock sounded on Violet's door. Startled, Y/n leapt out of bed, ducked towards the ground and shimmied underneath it. Violet's heart raced as she dawned a robe and opened it just a crack.

Before her stood Hyacinth with a letter in hand, "Mama, you have been asleep all day," she drawled, "I know you haven't been sleeping well, however I figured you should sleep no longer as we have received word," the young girl shoved the letter towards her mother, "that Colin and Penelope will be returning from their honeymoon this afternoon."

"Oh, thank you Hyacinth-"

"And I took it upon myself to invite the Featheringtons over to celebrate their arrival. It is rather perfect timing, Eloise and Francesca are yet to leave so we will have ample conversation. I have alerted the staff of all preparations needed, don't worry a thing Mama," She leaned forward and kissed her mom on the cheek before skipping off. Violet scoffed and closed her door.

"It turns out I do have obligations." The women laughed at Hyacinth's behavior. Y/n got out from under the bed, and immediately started to arrange Violet's outfit for the day.

...

Calling hour arrived and Lady Danbury swiftly made her way through the long halls of the Bridgerton estate. Her heels struck menacingly against the wood floors. The butler guiding her to the drawing room felt as though if he did not keep pace with her, she would strike him with her cane.

“Lady Bridgerton you have a caller, the fine Lady Danbury is here.”

“Let her right in, thank you.” Violet stood from the couch and clasped her hands in front of her. She was sure her friend would have quite the shock when she told her of last night’s tryst with Y/n. The moment Lady Danbury had crossed the threshold, Violet could tell the woman was eager to speak.

“Violet, thank goodness I have caught you alone. I found out about your...friend's previous employment.” Violet cocked her head to the side, she had such a blissful morning with Y/n that she had nearly forgotten about the wild goose chase she had sent Lady Danbury on.

"Oh, what did you discover."

"She was working for the-" a footman cleared his throat as he entered the drawing room.

"My Lady, the Featheringtons have arrived." He announced. Violet nodded and waited for him to exit before resuming the conversation.

"You were saying Agatha?"

"Well that’s just it. The Featheringtons."

[dontsh0vethesun]

back in town

part one of home for christmas

natasha romanoff x reader

The hallmark movie inspired Christmas story that nobody asked for.

Natasha Romanoff fell out of love with Christmas, but perhaps a certain someone could help her find the festive magic once again.

Coming home to her small hometown from her life in New York City, the children’s author is reunited with the people of her past; some are happier to see her than others.

But, will rekindled relationships inspire the Christmas story she’s struggling to write? Or will she go home empty handed?

fluff, lots of Christmas, hallmark movie cringe

for the sake of this fic, all characters are the same kind of age; ≈mid 20s

wc: 1.4k | part two

Serving customers their coffee has been an opportunity for a moment of peace lately. Wanda, as well as the remainder of your insufferable friends, had taken it upon themselves to set you up on dates. Somehow, their lack of success so far hasn’t managed to convince them of their matchmaking deficits.

So, during work hours, you’re bombarded with suggestions to which you decline time and time again. Apparently, being the Christmas season and all, it was a matter of extreme importance; the so-called ‘Christmas magic’ had to have a source of focus and, according to them, that was you.

You’d tried; the amount of boring and unsuccessful dates you’ve embarked on is almost embarrassing. You’ve had short lived relationships, fleeting flings, and so many blind dates you can’t even count them with all ten fingers. But none of them were right for you. None of the options were worthy to ‘cuddle up with by the fireplace’ or ‘entwine souls with beside a decorated tree’. Wanda had an optimistic take on your love life - you’d all be lying if you didn’t call her obsessed.

“C’mon, that girl in the bookstore was totally obsessed with you,” she spoke as soon as the customer in front of you had left with a smile and a cup of coffee in their hand.

“Wanda, please,” you groaned, busying yourself with the messed up counter, wiping down the surface hoping it’d will her away.

“She could be the one.”

“You say that about all of them,” you huffed with a laugh. She truly was a hopeless romantic. You hypothosise her obsession with your romantic endeavours is some haphazardly disguised attempt to draw away her own infatuation with a certain bookstore owner. It’s no coincidence you’re both in there so often and it’s definitely not because you have a crush on anybody there.

“Maybe this one’s different.”

“You always say that too,” you laughed. “What about you anyway? How about we get you a date with that woman you ogle, huh?”

“What woman? There isn’t a woman,” she defended, you saw right through her.

“The one that likes to give you discount on all those books you buy and never read. Agatha, is it?”

“Oh, look, you have a customer. I better get more coffee from the back,” she hurried out before rushing away.

Luckily your best friend seemed to have taken the hint for the time being and the next couple of hours passed with you working in your regular harmony.

“That man is always late, I swear,” Wanda spoke with a glance at the clock. Sam was meant to be in for his shift twenty minutes ago, though you find his lack of punctuality to be an endearing trait. And, as though his ears were burning, the man in question burst through the wreath-decorated door with quickened breaths from what you assumed to be a sprint into work.

“You will never guess who I just bumped into,” he shouted to you both as he pulled his coat off to replace it with the coffee shop apron.

“Santa?” Wanda grinned with an excitement an adult likely shouldn’t present herself with at the prospect.

“Better.”

“Nobody’s better than Santa,” she pouted.

“If it wasn’t an old guy in a red hat you’re gonna have a real sad boss to deal with,” you responded with a laugh.

“Well now I don’t wanna say,” he answered with a chuckle of his own.

“You can’t lead with that and not tell us,” Wanda countered with a poke to his arm.

“Natasha Romanoff.”

“You’re kidding.”

The pair of you answered him at the same time, a mirrored disapproval in your tones.

“Nope. She’s here for the holidays.”

“What, New York’s not good enough for her anymore?” you uttered in annoyance, rolling your eyes before plastering on an appeasing smile to the customer that approached.

“I didn’t think the small town Christmas vibe fit her new Scrooge persona,” Wanda added with an equally annoyed voice.

“I dunno, I didn’t talk to her much, I came to tell you two. You know I like the gossip,” Sam answered with a smile, though he wasn’t so pleased with her appearance either.

“You can put your matchmaking shit on hold,” you stated. “All focus is now on ‘operation avoid Romanoff’.”

“Mission accepted as long as you come up with a better title,” Wanda returned. “A Christmas themed one.”

—

“Oh my God, I need to tell you all who I saw in town this afternoon,” Kamala practically squealed as she took her seat in the booth with the rest of the group. A girl’s night out at the local bar was a no brainer after the news.

“Let me guess,” Monica voiced. “Red hair, expensive suit, kinda scary, and a knack for ghosting certain people?” She added, tapping her chin with her face contorted into one of faux musing and a pointed look towards you with her final words.

“Pretty good at breaking poor innocent hearts?” Carol added with a teasing nudge to your shoulder to lighten your mood.

“She didn’t break my heart,” you scoffed.

“Just stomped on it a little,” Kate said with the same joking tone - if there was one thing you adored your friends for it was their way of making even awful situations fell a little less dire.

“Poked at it with her expensive stilettos,” Wanda added.

“Oh, so I’m the last to know,” Kamala sighed. “That’s cool, I guess. Not that I wanted to come in here with big, dramatic news or anything.”

“No, please, go on,” you laughed. “Who was it that you saw?”

“Natasha. Romanoff,” she exclaimed with all the dramatic flare she’d hoped to achieve. And, of course, you all gasped just as you knew she’d enjoy.

“You’re kidding,” you deadpanned.

“I know!”

“I’m gonna get us some more drinks,” Kate spoke as she stood up. “No gossip whilst I’m gone, you know all the drama gets my blood up.”

And so you all talked. And talked. And talked. Every detail of your relationship - or lack thereof - was explored. Her departure and the toll it took on you was examined and you remembered just how grateful you’ve always been for their support, they’re truly the best friendship group you ever could’ve asked for.

“Oh my God.”

The phrase was grumbled out by the three of you positioned in the line of sight of the door, the faces of you, Carol and Wanda all laced with discontent at the sight.

“Alright, look behind you but be subtle,” Carol instructed. “I’m talking to you, Kamala.”

It started off discreetly to begin with, Monica glanced over her shoulder with a scoff at the image behind her. Kate, somehow, was just as discreet but, of course, Kamala being Kamala an obnoxiously loud gasp followed her gawking. It drew the attention of those at the eye of the display you were staring at and two pairs of eyes looked back at you.

“What a surprise,” Yelena grinned as she approached with her sister in tow.

“Yelena, you were literally invited,” you grumbled. “You said you had plans.”

“There’s been a change in plans,” she shrugged, clearly amused at the awkward situation she was dragging you into. “My dear sister and I are joining you.”

“I’ll get more drinks,” Natasha mumbled. The first words you’d heard from her in years and she kept her eyes everywhere but directed towards you; something about the way she still buries her hands in her coat pockets when she’s nervous stirred up a stinging familiarity.

“Lena, what the hell?” Wanda whispered when the blonde smugly took her seat in the already crammed booth.

“What?” she shrugged, feigning obliviousness at her clearly deliberate actions. “It’s Christmas, even the grinch needs a drink.”

Speaking of, the redheaded grinch in question approached with a tray of drinks and an awkward yet fleeting smile gifted to you when she pulled a chair up to the end of the table. To your surprise, she even held your gaze as she slid your glass over to you though you couldn’t muster much more than an almost inaudible thank you.

“So, you’re back,” Carol spoke, leaning forwards with her arms resting on the table.

And that began the awkward evening. There was an obvious tension between the pair of you; Natasha answered any questions she was asked and you pretended not to notice the way she’d steal looks at you over the edge of her glass. You, however, barely spoke.

How do you talk to the woman that left you behind? Especially when she comes back into town looking even more perfect than before; you scold your lustful eyes for tearing your mind apart.

[ellestra]

Even the Evil Witch loved her son

The moment I realised the song was just something Nicky made with the help of his mum (Agathe truly is the source of all Witch lore, isn't she?) it all started falling into place. I knew what was going to happen to that first witch who asked her about The Road because this is exactly what she was trying to do at the beginning. Just provoke the witches to blast her with their power so she could steal it.

The montage still helped to understand what Agatha knew and when she knew it. And since she knew The Witches Road was never real she also knew there was some very powerful magic involved when it actually appeared. Reality altering one. So of course she figured out who Billy was. It only took a while because when she last met him he wasn't real. But maybe that made him the realest to Agatha because he made himself real.

And of course that what makes Rio so aggravated. She is cycle of life and he is not part of it. Made of magic and never really born and can't truly die. And then he take William Kaplan's death away from her too. And one more kid too. Boys die sometimes and Death doesn't like when they also continue to live. But for Agatha this is exactly the kind of "fuck you" she wanted to give to Rio.

I love that the show didn't try to make Agatha a good person. This wasn't a redemption story. She hasn't changed. She doesn't care about other people. She kills other witches and doesn't even bother to remember normal people (neither Sharon Davis nor Tommy's names stick to her mind). She just has this one weak spot because she loved unconditionally and selflessly once. And Billy kind of fits into that hole. Even if she hates showing him that.

She resents him because he survived when Nicholas couldn't. Because he is just as his mother who defeated and bound her and actually has power to hurt her. And because her son was exact opposite - she didn't use any magic to make him and that's all that Billy was.

But she cares because Billy is everything Agatha wanted her son to be when he grew up. And because she sees herself in him. Someone who was cursed with power so great it ends up hurting those around him even when he doesn't mean it. Someone who was failed by his own mother because she didn't understand what she created. And just like her he doesn't give up. He fights to live when all the odds are stocked against him. Even if that means death.

I still am not sure what planting that dandelion seed was supposed to accomplish. Except for being a metaphor on Nicky's ephemeral life gone too soon. But I loved Rio telling her the truth Lillia understood - you can't escape death. It will always come, it's only a question of time. No matter if it's just a few short years or centuries. In the end Agatha understood it too and went to the other side. Where she no longer has to worry about Death following her. She has her rebirth as something new.

Agatha once offered Wanda to be her teacher but there was too many possible double crosses in that offer. And Wanda couldn't admit to herself she was a bad guy too. I loved that the season kept reminding us how horrific what she did to people of Westview was. Good intention is what read to hell is paved with.

That this level of power is not something that can be wielded safely. Believing you have full control over it is the fastest way to lose it. And it so easy to justify to yourself that you only did what was necessary. That you didn't mean it. And it's OK. And then it's so hard to stop. Wanda almost didn't.

Billy already knows what it means to kill his own coven for a made up story. Just because he wanted it to be real so much. And maybe it is better to learn on other people's mistakes. Even if your teacher is the Evil Witch.

[natashasbanner]

giving my heart over to you

Summary: Agatha wants to run away, but Rio has been holding back a truth that might change her mind. Or, Rio reveals her Death form to Agatha for the first time. A/N: This is a follow up to my other fic, "when i'm with you (it's like nothing else)", but can be read as a stand alone. I planted the idea that Agatha didn't know that Rio was Death right away and this story was born. Anyway, please enjoy :) Title from "Heavenly Kind of State of Mind" by Lewis Capaldi

Also on AO3

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“Where do you go?”

Rio turned her head to look up at Agatha, using her hand to shield her eyes from the midday sun to see her better. When her eyes adjusted she noticed Agatha’s furrowed brow and the way her lips were pressed into a thin line. Rio had found her alone in the meadow, as she so often did, sitting on her blanket with her knees pulled to her chest. She’d greeted Rio with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, but accepted the kiss Rio offered nonetheless.

Rio wanted to ask what had put her in such a sour mood, but knew that any attempt to nudge Agatha into talking about what was bothering her, no matter how gently, would only be met with snappish remarks and empty assurances that she was fine. Agatha had a tendency to retreat into herself and brood. So, Rio left her to her thoughts, instead laying at her side and watching the clouds float by across the bright blue sky, content to wait out her silence.

“Hmm?” Rio hummed in question.

“Where do you go?” Agatha repeated. “When you’re not here?”

Rio opened her mouth, but immediately snapped it shut again. She had no answer for her that wasn’t the full truth of who she was and Rio wasn’t sure that was something she was ready for Agatha to know.

“My home,” she answered evasively, knowing full well that the likelihood of Agatha accepting it was nonexistent.

Agatha frowned and shook her head. “You’re lying.”

Rio sighed and slowly pushed herself to sit upright. She was stalling, searching for an answer to satisfy Agatha’s curiosity, but coming up short.

“Why?” Rio asked instead.

Agatha dropped her gaze, drawing her knees closer to her chest as her arms tightened around them. Rio watched as she swallowed and cleared her throat, clearly fighting with her instinct to close herself off. Rio reached out a tentative hand and placed it on Agatha’s arm. When she didn’t pull away, Rio gave her a gentle, encouraging squeeze.

“I want to go with you,” Agatha muttered after a long stretch of silence.

Rio closed her eyes and slowly withdrew her hand. “Agatha,” she whispered, shaking her head.

Every fiber of her being longed to give in to Agatha’s soft request. Against the whole of Rio’s sprawling existence, the time she’d known Agatha was but a second. Despite that, and to Rio’s utter surprise, Agatha had managed to wind her way into her heart and take root there. The thought of having Agatha by her side until the end of time was almost too tempting to resist. But Agatha had no idea what she was asking and Rio wasn’t sure if she’d still want that if she knew the whole truth.

They’d known each other close to two years and Agatha hadn’t pried too much into Rio’s life outside of the bubble they created every time they met. She’d wanted to, Rio could sense as much every time she let the slightest piece of information slip, but never pressed her for more. But she always got this look on her face and Rio could practically see the wheels turning in her head, trying to put together a puzzle she didn’t yet have all the pieces to. Countless times, Rio wanted to tell her everything, bare her entire soul to the woman she loved with her whole heart, but she held her tongue for fear of Agatha turning her back on her. Because what mortal would willingly embrace Death?

“Why not?” Agatha asked, her voice taking on a desperate edge.

Rio sighed and met Agatha’s eyes again, the tears she saw glistening there making her heart break a little.

“It’s not that simple,” Rio started, but Agatha’s scoff cut her off.

“Then explain it to me,” she said through clenched teeth, the muscles in her jaw jumping from the tension.

“I can try,” Rio conceded, her heart beating furiously in her chest. “But I can’t promise you’ll feel the same once you know the truth.”

Agatha let her arms fall from around her knees and turned to face Rio more fully, giving her her full attention. Rio swallowed around the lump that formed in her throat, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. While she knew that the truth would have to come out eventually, she’d never given much thought to how she’d go about explaining her role in the natural order.

“You’re afraid,” Agatha said softly when Rio remained silent for too long.

It wasn’t a question and Rio wondered when she’d let herself become so easy to read before coming to the realization that Agatha had single handedly chipped away at the thick walls around herself. Even still, letting the last one fall was proving much more difficult, the only one she was still clinging to.

“I am,” Rio admitted honestly, but afraid didn’t fully encompass how terrified she felt.

The thought alone was laughable. Fear was such a human emotion and the idea of being rejected by Agatha was enough to inspire the feeling in Death herself. She was so far gone for this woman, more than she’d ever imagined possible.

“Is it so horrible?” Agatha questioned, bringing her hand up to cup Rio’s cheek, her thumb gently stroking back and forth in the way that never failed to make Rio melt. “This truth you’ve been hiding from me?”

Rio leaned into her touch and took a deep breath.

“No,” she said with a small shake of her head. “But not everyone sees it the way that I do.”

Because it wasn’t shame that was keeping her from revealing herself fully to Agatha, but her own reluctance to lose her. Death was just a part of the natural cycle of life, yet those who were acutely aware of their mortality had warped her image into something to be feared.

“And you’re afraid I’ll see you as they do?” Agatha deduced, understanding reflected in her blue eyes.

Rio nodded, the corner of her mouth lifted in a small smile. “I don’t think I could bear it.”

Agatha smiled, her thumb still lightly stroking Rio’s cheek. She leaned in and Rio met her half way, accepting the short kiss she brushed against her lips.

“I think you’ll find I can be more understanding than most,” she whispered against Rio’s lips.

The truth of Agatha’s words washed over Rio and her last wall crumbled. If anyone was going to understand or at the very least try, it was going to be Agatha. Her own mother feared the power she wielded as if she’d had a choice in what magic she was born with. Her own coven shunned her from the craft because they were afraid of what she might do with that power. Agatha was intimately familiar with being seen as a monster.

“I hope so,” Rio said, leaning in to steal another chaste kiss.

“Will you tell me now?”

Rio reached up and took Agatha’s hand in hers, pulling it from her cheek and placing a kiss on her palm. Agatha turned her hand over to thread her fingers through Rio’s and gave her a reassuring squeeze.

Rio nodded and offered a small smile. “I can show you.”

Agatha’s brow furrowed, but remained silent as Rio took a steadying breath. She closed her eyes, despite her new found confidence that Agatha wouldn’t immediately turn tail and run for the hills. She called forth her magic and slowly retracted the illusion of the form she’d chosen to walk among mortals. She heard Agatha’s soft gasp as her skeletal features were revealed, but Agatha’s grip on her hand remained firm. Despite that reassurance, Rio kept her eyes closed even after the thrum of her magic retreated. She felt Agatha’s pulse race beneath her fingertips and held her breath as she waited for her to say something, anything.

“Please look at me,” she finally begged after several long beats of silence hung between them.

Slowly, Rio blinked her eyes open and was immediately met with Agatha’s piercing eyes staring into her very core. As promised, she found understanding in her gaze as the pieces began to fall into place.

“Green magic?” Agatha questioned with a tilt of her head. “Growth and decay.”

Rio nodded. “The cycle of all living things.”

Agatha’s eyes widened at the sound of Rio’s voice unmasked before she let out a soft chuckle.

“The original Green Witch,” she said, shaking her head. “Death personified.”

“The one and only,” Rio agreed with a light chuckle of her own. She felt all the tension seep from her body in that moment as she watched Agatha’s eyes take in every inch of her form.

“You’re not nearly as terrifying as the stories make you seem,” she said thoughtfully, her eyes meeting Rio’s again.

“No?” Rio asked, her skeletal jaw unable to express the smirk in her voice.

Agatha shook her head and bit down on her bottom lip.

“You spent an entire afternoon conjuring up any flower I could name,” she said with another soft giggle. “It really diminishes the image of Death as a being to be feared.”

Tears welled in Rio’s eyes and her heart swelled with love for this beautiful woman she was lucky enough to get to call hers.

“Only for you.”

Agatha’s smile widened and she lifted the hand that wasn’t holding Rio’s, letting it hover in the space between them.

“May I?”

Rio nodded and sat completely still as Agatha’s fingertips brushed along the bone of her jaw. She watched Agatha’s face as she ran her fingers over her cheek bones before moving lower over her throat before she stopped at her breast bone and pressed her palm there. Her eyes met Rio’s once again, soft and so full of love that it stole the breath from her lungs.

“This doesn’t change anything,” she said with enough conviction in her voice to chase away any lingering doubt Rio might have had.

“You amaze me.” The words tumbled out of Rio’s mouth before she could think better of such a bold admission, but Agatha only continued to beam beside her.

Agatha’s eyes fell to where her lips should have been and for a brief moment disappointment colored her features. In a blink Rio shifted back into the form Agatha had become so familiar with.

“That might take some getting used to,” Agatha admitted.

“You can have all the time you need,” Rio promised her. “As long as you’re with me.”

Agatha’s eyes dropped to where her hand was still pressed against Rio’s chest.

“I still wish I could go with you,” she whispered, the smile on her lips faltering slightly.

Rio covered Agatha’s hand on her chest, tilting her head to try and catch her eye. “Me too.”

“I can’t stay here.”

Rio knew how much Agatha loathed her mother and her coven, but there was a small part of her that held out hope that they would one day embrace her as one of their own. That’s why she stayed, even if she’d never admit it out loud. Rio had imagined whisking Agatha away from it all to an imagined cottage in the woods where they could be happy together, but it was a selfish dream. Agatha hadn’t expressed any real desire to escape the only home she’d ever known until today.

“I don’t have a place for us yet,” Rio started tentatively, “but if I did, you’d leave this place behind?”

“Without a second thought,” Agatha answered with no hesitation, her hand squeezing Rio’s tightly as new hope shined in her eyes. “I just want to be with you.”

“It could be lonely,” Rio warned.

She needed to know that Agatha fully understood what she was agreeing to. Rio was bound to the constant flow of nature and that meant that she couldn’t always be there with Agatha.

“No more than it is now,” Agatha countered, moving her hand from Rio’s chest to caress her cheek again.

Rio smiled, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Okay, when I return, we’ll go together.”

Agatha surged forward, capturing Rio’s lips in a kiss that left her breathless. When she pulled away, she pressed her forehead against Rio’s and closed her eyes.

“I love you,” she breathed out.

Rio was momentarily speechless. It was the first time either of them had dared to utter those three words out loud. Rio knew that’s what she’d been feeling for a while now, but she’d been afraid it was too soon. It shouldn’t have surprised her that Agatha was the one to say it first, after all she’d been the one to initiate their first kiss.

“I love you, too,” she said and punctuated her promise with another short kiss.

“When will you return?” Agatha asked, leaning back with her hands still on Rio’s cheeks.

Rio smiled and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Nightfall?”

Agatha’s eyes widened at the suggestion, but Rio could almost feel her excitement rolling off of her in waves.

“So soon?” she asked.

“As long as you’re sure?”

Agatha nodded, dislodging the hair that Rio had just tucked out of her face. “I’m sure,” she said, her voice never wavering, her eyes locked on Rio’s.

Rio couldn’t help but chuckle as she moved her hands to caress Agatha’s wrists.

“Alright,” she said. “I have to go, but I will be back here for you just as soon as the sun sets.”

“And I will be waiting,” Agatha promised.

Rio smiled and squeezed Agatha’s wrists once more before she let her hands fall away reluctantly. Agatha dropped her hands with one last stroke of her thumb against Rio’s cheek. With a sigh, she gathered up the cloak she’d shed when she arrived. When she she stood and slung the cloak around her shoulders, Agatha’s hand caught her wrist and pulled her back down. Rio raised an eyebrow in question and Agatha only smiled up at her.

“One more kiss,” she said, already leaning in.

“Anything for you, my love.”

Rio bent and pressed a kiss to Agatha’s forehead and another one on her lips.

“I like the sound of that,” Agatha said as Rio straightened back up.

Rio winked as Agatha’s hand slipped from her wrist.

“I will see you tonight,” she promised.

Agatha grinned up at her, her entire demeanor a stark contrast to how Rio had found her. It filled her with an excitement for what the future held for her and Agatha like she’d never felt before. Rio was aware that their time together would come to an end eventually, but she was looking forward to all of the time that they had in the meantime. Rio had tried for centuries to understand why so many clung to their mortality without even an inkling as to what came next in the cycle of life. But being with Agatha, the love and happiness that suffused her simply from being in Agatha’s presence, maybe Death was beginning to understand what it meant to live.

[littlyamadeus]

Note: I forgotten to post this on the day saga came but better late than never ig.

So besides Agatha All Along's AMAZING finale, I have another thing to talk about today.

EPIC THE MUSICAL: VENGANCE SAGA

I'll start from what I didn't like as much to my favorite times.

I'm gonna be honest, please don’t come after me for this but- I feel like "Not Sorry for Loving You" was not the best, even unnecessary.

Because no matter what kind of tragic story you have, you captured a man for 7 FUCKING YEARS with the claim of "Loving him". I am not even talking about SA issues akthough they may be not cannon in EPIC universe. Regardless, what Calypso did was pure torture and she does not deserve any sympathy. Especially as someone who loved someone dearly in the past, I know I'd not give the 1 percent of kindness Ody gave to Calypso in the song.

Now that I vent about that one we con go to good part.

HERMESSSSSSSS OUR ICON CAME BACK! Gosh for real Troy proved once again how he is the PERFECT Hermes. I love his voice, love his energy. Dangerous is definitely one of my favorites from this saga.

"Don't thank me my friend/ I am not the one who fight for you" I need Athena ASAP, cryin and sobbin and chokin.

Charybidis, the music was amazing and EPIC becoming even more of a game like musical which as a gamer I am here for it!!!!

GET IN THE WATER'S INTRO IS ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HEARD. It is so short yet it immediately puts you in that Final Boss mood. I can listen that part over and over again. That dramatic piano, GOSH-

Steven Rodriguez, he is too good. Like how, the moment I hear his voice I tense in the best way possible. I mean okay I'll get in the water for you🤭 (Said the lesbian). Also when he said "I can't", I once felt the obligations and pressure that Greek Gods are always under. Like he said, he got a reputation and reputation is everything if you don't want people to question your sacredness.

Which thinking about it, it also remind me the time when Hades couldn't immediately release Eurydive because he'd become a "Spineless king".

Six Hundred Strike.... All I can say is "Next to my wife."

[chlondykebar]

Housewife in the basement

Warnings: smut, roughtop!Agatha, mommy kink, very light pet play, fem!reader , established relationship, sex magic,

18+ only

Authors note:

This is my first one yall, chronically horny reading smut for years but here I am taking a stab at it myself. Let me know if you guys would be interested in a part 2. Because I’m enjoying writing the smut I’d want to read

Your life has certainly gotten quite strange since you followed your witch girlfriend into town. “Westview” is what they call it but it feels more akin to the thunder dome.There has been so much you have not been able to understand since you fell into the world of magic, and what ever the fuck is happening in this town flew right over your head so you stay at home, away from outside, and people. Agatha had warned you that the witch you now know as Wanda may notice you and force you under your spell, which of course, you did not want to happen. So you stay inside of Agathas home, well you think its Agathas home… there are many questionable rooms that suggest a man lives here but you always brush it off as a weird design mistake. You did not mind being the house wife though, if you squinted it was almost like Agatha was coming home from work and not gaslighting her neighbour so she can absorb her power. Agatha has always been like this though, she makes it hard to stay fully committed but at the end of the night she always has you on your knees begging, its a kind of love you feel as if can never break.

You sit at the edge of the couch, mug in your hand thinking over and over again about what you saw in the basement today. It all happened so fast, you were making sandwiches for Wanda’s kids and then all of a sudden you see Wanda in the centre of the basement bound by Agatha’s power. No matter how hard you tried, it was just that moment playing over and over in your head, seeing Wanda tied up and tossed around like a rag doll sent waves of heat through your body. You went over this scenario in your head thousands of times before you were snapped out of it by the sudden opening of a door. In walks your girlfriend- but wait she’s not wearing her big “final boss bitch” outfit like you had planned.

“Aggie?! What happened” you ran over to her as she slammed the door and dropped the purse you did not remember her owning.

“I got completely fucked by the Scarlett Witch thats what” She replies and with a wave of her hand her outfit changes from the suburban neighbour look she was wearing to the outfit she had on earlier in the day except her hair is a wavy mess and fingers stained with the aftermath of the dark hold.

She slumped on the couch “I almost fucking had her too… damn me and my villainous monologues”. You sit down beside her trying to gauge the damage and what has happened.

“Are you hurt? If she hurt you I swear to-“ “What? What on earth could you possibly do to her? I got my ass beat into the ground. You couldn’t hurt a fucking fly.” She snaps. Taken aback by her anger you scoot over on the couch, her grimence softens and she replies in a lighter tone

“no, im not hurt… well other than my largely inflated ego…” . “So… she just let you go? Just like that?” You respond. “No… it was humiliating she thinks she trapped me as Agnes again don't know how she thought that would work but…” she pauses and lightly laughs “she just doesn’t know how to use all that power” she sighs and slumps into the couch.

“So… now what?” You ask cautiously “I guess we leave?” “Oh no darling Wanda will be back trust me, I’m just forced to play the waiting game” You place a kiss on her forehead as you stand up, on the way to get some more tea, but a purple wall of magic appears in front of you blocking your path.

“Tsk tsk tsk did I give you permission to leave?” Agatha scoffs. You sigh and roll your eyes “I am just going to get some more tea Aggie”. Agatha snaps her fingers and instantly your cup is refilled and one appears in her hand for herself.

“No princess, you are going to sit down and tell me why your mind is being so loud”. Damn, nothing ever gets past her. Agatha stays out of your mind because she does care about your privacy but when you feel an emotion strongly, she says she can always hear the muffled thoughts. Not clearly enough to pick out exactly what you are thinking but enough to know something is distracting you from the conversation.

“Sorry Aggs, I'm listening I promise, I guess my mind is running from the fight you had with Wanda today and all..” you try to play it off as worry. Suddenly your body is immobilized and you feel a tightness around your throat.

“Now what did we say about lying” Agatha’s voice has that tone that makes your knees weak, the one reserved for the bedroom. At that moment there was no more playing it off, she already knew what was happening. She begins to pace around your body and takes the mug out of your hand.

“Believe me angel, we probably have decades before Wanda shows back up for me to tell you about the fight- but suddenly I’m interested in something else” she smirks, releasing you from the magic. Instantly she holds out her hand and your underwear appears in it. You have now become increasingly aware of its absence against your sweatpants. Your breath hitches as she runs her blackened fingers over the underwear, picking up all the slick your dripping wet core had left.

“My my my well what do we have here” she smirks. She pushes you onto the couch and straddles your hips. You can feel the blood rushing between your legs as you whine softly.

“Wanna tell me what happened here” she purred dangling the wet underwear between the two of you. You moan, unable to form words and she grasps your chin firmly “you answer me when I address you” she snapped. You flinched

“I…. I saw you… in the basement… with Wanda” you reply basically out of breath. Agatha cocks an eyebrow and replies “you saw me in the basement with wanda?- OH” her voice deepens as she realizes exactly what in the basement elicited that reaction. She grinds into your lap very lightly teasing where you need her most and then releases standing up tossing your underwear to the side.

“You’ve got quite the dirty mind, I'll give you that” she looks over your body again, enjoying the state she has left you in. She starts pacing back and forth and you can feel her eyes raking over your body

“My little innocent angel sat here all hot and bothered just because little ol’ me tossed Wanda around a little. I knew you liked it rough but sweetheart, this is quite the new shade” she claps her hands and all of a sudden you are both standing in the middle of her basement. Agatha circles around you slowly eying you up and down. Far too distracted to notice her precious darkhold is missing. You snap out of the haze Agatha has you in when you notice the absence of the tomb and attempt to speak up

“Agatha your-“ You are cut off with a slap to the face as Agatha looms over you. The familiar sting in your face sends an ache down to your core. “You don’t get to call me that… not here” she snarls. Fine, I guess the darkhold can wait you thought, far too preoccupied with what is happening in front of you to have a second thought. You stare off into her eyes, struggling to form sentences when you feel her magic slowly lock onto your body then roughly throw you into a wall. Your body floats back to the centre of the room in front of Agatha, completely out of breath and bound just like Wanda was hours before.

“Oh Angel, this is your last warning, I wont be so nice next time, you understand me bunny?” She coos, running her fingers down the side of your face.

“Yes mommy” you speak softy. She grips your hair tight as you wince in pain “speak up” she growls into your ear. “Yes mommy” you moan, feeling the inside of your pants coat with your arousal.

“Good girl” she purs as she starts to poke at your clothing. “Now this is far too much clothes for you don’t you think bunny?” She cocks an eyebrow inches from your face. With a snap of her fingers your clothing is entirely gone, left naked and bound in front of your girlfriend. She stands back to admire her toy, running her fingers along the various bite marks she had left all over your chest. Your breath hitches as she runs over one of your sensitive nipples and you let out a small moan at the attention. She closes the distance between the two of you and attacks your mouth with pure lust. You groan as her tongue dominates your mouth, her hands slowly moving up your chest and gripping your tits hard. You grind your legs together desperate for some kind of friction until Agatha forces your legs apart, this time with separate threads of magic. She breaks from the kiss tugging on your nipples as she lets go.

“See the difference here is that Wanda was a good girl and didn’t try to get pleasure before she earned it” Agatha cooed, hand brushing down your face. You wimper desperate for some attention “please mommy… please make me feel good…” you beg. Agatha stands back and laughs

“Oh darling, its quite adorable to think you have earned that”! She releases you suddenly from the magic binding and you fall to the floor in a thump.

“You have to show mommy how much you want this cupcake” she waves her hands forming a magical collar around your neck with a leash attached. You try to hold back a moan when she pulls tightly on the leash in her hand. She snaps her hands and a bed appears behind her and her own clothes disappear. “Now be a good pet and make me cum.”

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

Baz can't be trusted here (on unreliable narrators and the comphet of it all)

Something very notable to me is that time the author (when talking about how she approached the "love triangle" in CO) said that “it's normal to date people you’re not even attracted to” because yes. I immediately agreed with that when I read it, I've seen it in real life... but it kind of blew my mind anway, because you normally don’t expect a romance author to say that when talking about her characters, and you especially don't expect to see that portrayed in their work. It's not the expectation ("I can see Agatha and Simon are not into each other, but they must have been at the beginning" it's an assumption and an expectation." They never actually express that! "It wasn't always like this, it used to be good" it's never what's said! When Penny talks about their relationship seeing better days, she likely means their friendship, because she says "I don't believe they're in love." They express feeling like they're supposed to be with each other, that they're supposed to want it) (I can and have elaborated before but not here, that's not where I'm going right now) I think this is very important to identify and acknowledge because once you start with “not in love and not attracted, then why the hell they dated?” you arrive at so many answers about who these characters are and what they're looking for. About how a relationship that existed partly because they were trying to find a place in the world makes them feel more lost than ever, and how that's a good thing, because it means they're asking questions they never even imagined existed before, questions that will help them figure their shit out (and figuring it out what they don't want, which is what they had, it's also progress).

But what brings me here right now is Baz. When people want Simon and Agatha to be "real," (as in romantic and/or sexual) the arguments they bring up (it's normal to have romantic or sexual feelings for different people at different stages of your life, which is true, but it's not what's happened with them, we don't have to insist it is for their experience to be valid or to matter, comphet is a real thing that exists etc) are things Baz has very present. I mean, look at his family. He has heard the stories about their parents, and despite her aunts' best efforts, he sees his dad's relationship with his stepmum as valid and even good for the man. He expects Simon to have had romantic feelings for Agatha, and to have been attracted. Even when Simon it's voicing how wrong it all felt (including not feeling shit when he should probably had) Baz still assumes he must've been into her at some point. But note that these are assumptions to Simon comes to find upsetting, that he fights against when Baz voices them when it would be easier not to. I think the most telling part it's when Simon practically looks at the camera in the style of the office and says "what I liked about her is that I didn't like her" – it's comfortable that she didn't awake anything in him. It's safe that he didn't experience romantic or sexual feelings with her ever, because those feelings are too overwhelming to him, too dangerous. Note how he was always losing his shit around Baz, how he comes to believe, when he finally identifies those feelings, that Baz would be the death of him. Very telling too is that while Baz hears and accepts Simon's "nothing compares to you," what Simon reveals here (which can be sum up with "this is part of why he calls himself a baz-sexual") it's shocking. It's likely also hard to internalize, because Baz has programming he had to work against, which includes seeing himself as monstrous and undesirable.

Which brings me to the point about comfort: Agatha is comfortable because she didn't awaken anything in Simon. It's comfortable that he doesn't have to manage or process shit around her, he's perfectly chill in her presence (which is certainly not "baby is in love" or "baby is discovering attraction" behavior) (especially given Simon isn't known for restraint and being chill) (his behavior around Baz, however...) She's comfortable because she's a childhood friend, she's familiar and trusted. She's also uncomfortable. We could make a list of moments that reveal Simon's discomfort with her, which is less about her and more about just not really being comfortable with going through the motions of being her boyfriend (because he likes the idea of it, what it represents, but doesn't actually like being her boyfriend, hence him being "shitty" at it while being aware).

I have compared how Baz sees Simon comfortable beside her vs how he didn't see the discomfort that was very present between Simon and Agatha in a previous scene. I think the gist of it it's discomfort at being reminded of/being perceived as a couple vs comfort at being able to simply be friends again. Again, many reasons for Agatha to be comfortable (childhood friend, familiar, trusted, etc). It stands out but "the guy who's on edge 24/7 can be at ease around a childhood friend" it's probably not something that should stand out that much. It shouldn't affect Baz, and yet...

Here I'm reminded of a recent post where the author mentions Agatha and Simon's friendship won't ever be fully relaxed again (which I find easier to believe than the alternative). In that goat scene, there's comfort that's specifically about them being able to feel like friends again, free from outside pressure and influences... while, at the same time, we're reminded of the pressure, the optics that pushed together in the first place with Baz's thoughts. The framing alone makes it so it's not fully comfortable... and what are the current standards of comfort for those two anyway, given that they have been used to discomfort while dating? Given that this very moment is followed by some level of discomfort when both have their version of "what happened there is nothing to be jealous of, it's just a moment of friendship" with Niamh and Baz? How can we know if there isn't an undertone or some lingering awkwardness that's sort of brushed aside or pushed through in this particular moment? (Simon is shirtless until he gets close to Agatha, he's fully clothed then).

I've spent so much time noting the discomfort between those two (because of the comphet of it all) that it always stood out to me that Baz highlights comfort (hence that long ass posts) and while I don't think he's entirely wrong (for reasons already stated)... he's actually not someone who can be trusted to assess shit when it's about Simon and Agatha. Every time Simon processes or reaches conclusions about how wrong he felt dating her it's in Baz's presence (because he wants Baz to understand, even when he himself doesn't) but Baz is still affected. The wounds are still fresh. At this point, he has spent a longer time believing Simon was destined for someone else than he has spent believing Simon wants to be his. It fucks with his emotions and perception, even if he logically knows he should know better. There are years of programming he has to go against. He might be good at reading others in certain circumstances (clocked Shepard's deal with Penny pretty quickly) but the "golden couple" and interest in himself are huge blindspots. Note that he thought they were happy together even when Agatha explicitly told him otherwise (when Penny was observing the same thing and essentially saying "this isn't it, please go back to being friends" – granted, she was looking more closely, but still). Note that in this very moment, Baz is looking at them and being affected by the optics of them standing together, and how that very much would fuck with him (notable that that's how Simon describes the relationship too, optics! when he should be talking about feelings! as "a picture where I look like who I am supposed to be" and what are the feelings? "feeling like a fool" and expressing discomfort) (Niamh seems affected too, but she doesn't seem like one for nuance, or to be trusted in her perception either – doesn't she still calls Simon "her boyfriend" to Agatha despite being corrected?)

Baz links the image of them standing together to the sun. He has to look away. It burns. If you can't even look at something long enough... you won't notice the details.

So how can he be trusted in his perception of how comfortable Simon truly is, about the type of comfort he's feeling (because there's the bad type, the "turning off my brain and not pushing myself to figure out what actually want" type) and where that's coming from? If there's a struggle Simon is pushing (or attempting to push) through would he even notice? Or would he be too blinded, too burned to look closely?

[maxislvt]

Teach Me How To Love

Summary: Agatha would love nothing more than to keep you cooped up in her mansion like a pet. Unfortunately, even omegas need to be let out of the house on occasion. Not even she could expect your

Warnings: smut, omegaverse, anal play, blindfolds, alpha!Agatha, public sex, exhibitionism

Author's note: This gotta be the most unethical omegaverse I've ever written in my entire four years of writing fanfiction. I actually heard the gates of heaven close in my dreams.

Growing up on an omega farm prepared you for many things. You learned how to cook, clean, and handle alphas at their lowest. For the longest time, you pride yourself on being the ideal omega. That's all you had. A big number was attached to your name because you knew your place in life. The real world was far different from the little enclosure you'd grown up in. Different in a lot of ways. The real world was big and scary. Alphas with no dignity would do just about anything to get their hands on you. That was a bad difference. 

Agatha was a good difference.

 The real world didn't come with any older omegas or betas to help you get dressed or make dinner for you. The real world gave you Agatha, who paid betas to make you dinner and clean your clothes. Dressing you was a privilege only Agatha got. Helping you get ready for bed was entirely her responsibility. Bathing you, brushing your teeth, and washing your face were her jobs. Then, she would pick out the finest clothes that would keep you comfortable and warm through the night. All you had to do was sit still and look cute. 

Being pampered was amazing, but it made you question your worth. What good was an omega that didn't cook or clean? That was a question you had no answer to and it made you antsy. Agatha had all but banned you from the kitchen and the staff was more than happy to comply. You felt like you were rotting away in the biggest house you'd ever seen. An idle omega was a stressed one, and a stressed omega was unruly. 

Agatha knew that much. She'd rather die than let you have any sort of independence, but a compromise wasn't ever off the table with you. 

"What's the matter, superstar? You're upset." Agatha's thumb ran over the small of your back as she continued studying the documents on her laptop. She watched as you mindlessly nipped and scratched at the pillow beneath you while watching TV. "Come on, tell your alpha what's wrong." A smile spread across her face as you purred and nuzzled her thigh. 

You took a deep breath and inhaled her scent. Affection was a lot better than terrorizing your least favorite pillow. "Mm, I feel useless," You confessed with your face still buried in Agatha's thigh. Even back on the farm, you were never so complacent. Maybe the younger omegas needed help getting ready or older ones needed help with dishes. There was always something to be done. Now you were just stuck laying around all day. "I can't just sit around every day for the rest of my life…I gotta do something." Another long purr came from your throat as Agatha lovingly scratched the top of your head. 

Agatha hummed before she got an idea. "You know, we moved buildings recently and the movers just can't seem to find any of my stuff. I was going to hire someone to redecorate, but I'd love to have your help instead." She squished your cheeks as you perked up. "I don't exactly have a budget or idea in mind, so you can have all the fun you want." 

You were practically vibrating from excitement. "I can do anything I want? Even make my own nest in the corner?" Agatha's nod had you practically screaming with excitement. "It'll be so pretty! I promise you!" You were so enthralled by your new task. You spent the entire weekend putting together Pinterest boards and Amazon lists, totally unaware of Agatha ordering her office to be cleared out for your amusement. 

The following Monday, Agatha woke you up a little earlier than normal to help you get dressed for the day ahead. You certainly didn't approve of her routine, not including breakfast, but Agatha promised to have a big lunch to make up for it later. 

Though Agatha's paperwork had piled high, she found herself adoring the little distractions that came from your presence. Your thoughtful hums and constant shifting of what little furniture she had in her office. She let you have fun until lunchtime rolled around. "Come on, superstar, you gotta get something in that little tummy of yours. I'll order lunch, you take a break."  She patted her lap, signaling for you to sit down between them. 

"Can you order from the fancy sushi place? I like the little green stuff on the side." You wiggled in the space between Agatha's chair and the desk. It was a lot bigger than you imagined it'd be. The smooth glass top gave you a wonderful view of Agatha's face and the panel in front made you feel oddly safe. You were in your own little world. A glass cage for you and no one else. It didn't matter how many alphas or betas walked into Agatha's office, you remained comfortable in your glass prism. It wasn't until a familiar face entered Agatha's office that you perked up. 

Wanda, the woman who initially gifted you to Agatha, had decided to stop by. Crisp black slacks, a partially buttoned red silk shirt, and black high heels to match. She looked professional. Far from the tipsy alpha that had purchased you and had you put in a box as a Christmas present. She smiled and waved at you before looking up to talk to your alpha. Wanda was usually more talkative to you, but someone else made up for her lack of attention. 

Behind Wanda, stood someone a little less professional. The first thing you noticed was the deep red collar wrapped around her neck. Then, you noticed her lack of appropriate clothes.  Her short red hair was a frizzy and uncombed mess, her pajama shorts were a size too small and constantly riding up her thighs, and she had a t-shirt that didn't match and was worn the night before. Sleep had smothered her face, but seemingly disappeared when she made eye contact with you. The smaller woman got down on her knees and crawled right in front of the glass panel. "I didn't know there were other omegas here! Hi, my name's Natasha but you can call me Nat! Can we be friends?" 

Her forwardness had shocked you. You'd never met an omega outside of the farm before, but you were happy. "Hey, I'm Y/N! I would like to be friends!"  You looked up at Agatha and gave her the prettiest pout you could muster, unaware of Natasha doing the same. "Please, I promise to come back for lunch and I won't make a mess!" You purred as Agatha affectionately scratched the back of your head. "Pretty please?"

Agatha sighed and kissed the top of your head. "Fine, but you have 30 minutes and I expect a clean plate after all that running around. Got it?" She slid back her chair and let you run off around the building to explore the building. A content sigh escaped her lips once you left. "Ah, don't give me that look! You gave them to me, what was I supposed to do? Just let them rot in the house all day?"

Wanda chuckled. "No, but it's hard to think that less than a month ago you were shouting at me to take them back and yelling about how unethical it was."  A triumphant hum escaped her lips as she sat down on top of the desk. "You know, my beloved little Natasha could use a role model."

Agatha sighed. Another one of her co-worker's insane ideas that she couldn't say no to. "It better be good or I'm pushing you off my desk." 

Wanda faked offense. "Relax, I'm not saying they have to watch Nat. I'm just saying Nat could use a role model…someone to look up to." She winked at the older woman, hoping she'd catch the hint. 

For a moment, Agatha just stared at Wanda. Then, her brows furrowed in frustration and confusion. She gave herself a few more minutes to think before scuffing and giving up completely. "You and your senseless innuendos, just tell me your stupid little plan!" A frustrated huff escaped her lips. 

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Even after you finished your little decorating spree, Agatha continued bringing you to work with her. It was the fun you needed. Natasha was always there to come up with silly games and drag you to some undiscovered part of the building or Agatha would give you some small task to do as time ticked by. 

Sometimes those tasks were risky, but that was the excitement of it all. If Agatha pulled down her fly and told you to suck, you would simply have to suck. That's what omegas were supposed to do. She'd go on and on about how you weren't supposed to stop even if one of her employees walked in. You shrugged it off as dirty talk, but it got you excited beyond reason. Fortunately for you, Agatha had always finished before anyone walked in. It wasn't until the day you decided to go slower than you realized she wasn't. 

Agatha had a bunch of your hair in a tight grip.  It was the only way she could control your eagerness. She'd push the back of your skull until you had taken the entire length of her cock down your throat. "There we go, superstar. Take your alpha's cock like a good omega." A string of deep moans came from her throat. "Oh, you're so good for me." She was always liberal with her praise. How could she not be when you behaved so well for her? The sounds of you gagging and struggling to swallow her precum made her throb inside you. "You remember the rules, don't stop until I cum, even if someone walks in." 

You nodded as best you could with your mouth full cock. It was impossible to ignore the slick that practically seeped through your underwear. Agatha had offered you her heel to hump again but you were simply too embarrassed to accept it. Instead, you focused on her pleasure, hoping she'd reward you for your diligence. Unfortunately, Agatha had other plans for you. Someone knocked on the door. Before you could pull yourself off of Agatha's cock, her hand pushed you back down her length. 

"Even if someone walks in," Your alpha said through gritted teeth. Agatha kept her hand on your head until she was sure you wouldn't disobey her. "Come in."

"Harkness, Nat wants to see- oh, well isn't this a nice surprise." Wanda chuckled fondly and tugged Natasha forward by her leash. "Well, go on. Say hi to your little buddy." There was a sick pleasure to be found in Natasha's embarrassment. It reminded her of old times. When she and Agatha were younger and could buy a beta prostitute to let out their aggression on. It was more fun with two omegas no one else could touch. "Come on, we don't have all day. Agatha is a busy woman and your friend's busy." 

Natasha nodded obediently and stepped forward. Her nostrils were assaulted by the smell of slick and her own alpha's scent. Her eyes weren't even sure where to look. "I…um." She flinched when Wanda gave her leash another tug. "Hi, buddy," She squeaked with her eyes glued to the floor. "When you're finished…can we play? It's fine if not." The omega nervously played with the hem of her shirt. 

You took a deep breath when Agatha finally pulled your head back to let you speak. Precum and spit dribbled down your chin as you struggled to control your breathing. The fog of submitting had almost completely overtaken your head and you could hardly think. For a moment, you and Natasha locked eyes. Your eyes were cloudy and thoughtless while hers were dark and anxious. "We can…we can play after lunch if that's okay with Maximoff," You said. The second you finished, Agatha pushed your head back down on her cock. 

Wanda clapped, signaling for Natasha to come back to her side. "Well, that's all we came here for. Hope you two have a nice lunch." She extended her hand out for Natasha to hold. "See puppy, I told you! Alphas play with their omegas in the office all the time," She whispered into her omega's ear as they left. 

Agatha was kind enough to let you play after lunch, but she worked you to the bone. If you weren't sucking her off, you were busy humping that damned toy she snuck in without you noticing. You spent hours putting on a show for Agatha and anyone who needed to stop by her office. The attention and praise you once loved had now embarrassed you. You were thankful none of them lingered more than a few minutes. None except for the very last person to visit. 

Monica was always nice to you. If she ever needed to check in, she always had some little toy or a piece of candy for you. She was always quick and efficient, which is why Agatha had always taken a liking to her. That day though, Monica was distracted. Though she never stuttered, her eyes kept drifting down to you in awe. "I hope this isn't too inappropriate, but how did you stretch them out? Darcy and I have been trying for a baby, but she's too tight for me to knot." 

Agatha looked up from the stack of papers on her desk. She affectionately scratched the top of your head. "Well, I honestly had no trouble with them. I wouldn't have a problem teaching you how to stretch out an omega though." A sudden decision, but one she was happy to make. "You know, you weren't the only one to ask me something like that today. Maybe I'll make a company event out of it!" Agatha just continued to dig a deeper grave for your pride. "I mean if you think it's a good idea."

Monica nodded excitedly. "Absolutely! You can't understand how much this means to me!" She leaned over the desk and excitedly shook Agatha's hand. She looked down through the glass desk and knocked on it to get your attention.  "And thank you too for the show!" Without another word, she pulled out a jolly rancher for you and left. 

Agatha pulled back her chair and leaned down to your height and kissed your forehead. "I hope you're ready to put on another show, my little superstar," She cooed before handing you your treat. Agatha watched as the stress and apprehension on your face practically melted as you put the shiny green piece of candy in your mouth. "Awe, is that all it takes for you to give away your body? You're so easy, I didn't know my omega was such a slut."

Though your cunt throbbed at the degradation, you refused to give Agatha another win for the day. You huffed out through your nostrils. "That was your idea! I couldn't even say no if I wanted!" Despite your anger, you leaned into her hand as she cupped your cheek.

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Agatha had given you a break before your little show. That much you were grateful for. What couldn't stand was being dragged around every time she decided there weren't enough toys to showcase. Almost every other day you were dragged to another sex toy and forced to watch as Agatha bought several more toys. She promised some of them were for the house, but that didn't make the process any easier. Especially considering she refused to touch you the entire two weeks leading up to the event.

It almost made you happy to be spread open, blindfolded and tied up for at least a hundred other alphas to see.  

You couldn't tell if it was a blessing or a curse to be blindfolded. There was no way you could commit to it if you could see all the other alphas that were only a few feet away from you, but it made every part of your body so sensitive. You were already soaking wet before the lesson had even started. "Just, don't be mean about this. Please?" You whispered. 

"I will if you behave," She whispered back before giving you one last kiss on the cheek. Agatha turned to look out towards the crowd. A group of alphas, all of the varying experiences and all watching you with bated breath. "Hello, my most prized employees! It has recently been brought to my attention that some of you aren't equipped with the knowledge to properly stretch out your beloved omegas!" She waited for the wave of disappointed whimpers and hums of agreement. "So I thought, what kind of boss would I be if I just let my lovely employees go about like that?"

You tried to distract yourself as Agatha continued to talk to the crowd. It was hard to keep your emotions under control. Even with Agatha gently massaging your thighs. If anything, it just made things worse. All it took was a few minutes for your slick to start leaking out. All you could do was whimper and hope Agatha planned on being gentle. 

"However, as some of you may have seen some weeks ago, my omega has been thoroughly stretched out already. So, we'll have to substitute tonight." Agatha's voice rang out with excitement. She turned to the table behind you and grabbed the roll of purple pleasure tape. Before you had any time to ask questions, Agatha put a wide strip of the tape over your cunt and gave it a firm slap. She chuckled at your surprised yelp and turned away again. "I'll have to be a lot slower but trust the vagina is built to handle a lot more." 

Goosebumps raised over your skin as Agatha walked behind you. You couldn't see her, but you could sense the movements and hear the direction of her voice change. A sharp yelp came from your mouth as Agatha suddenly began groping you. Agatha had already banned you from speaking out loud, so all you could do was whine. She twisted and tugged at your nipples until they pebbled up. 

"Lot of alphas underestimate how important foreplay is. It produces more slick and will make penetration a lot easier," Agatha said as she leaned over to grope your chest.  "Explore your omega’s body, tell them how beautiful they are." She kissed the top of your head and let her hands roam lower on your body. "Oh baby, you look so pretty with your legs spread for me. You're being so good to me." Her kisses trailed down the side of your neck. "I know it's new, but just relax and it'll feel so good." 

You nodded and turned to Agatha for a kiss. The quick peck on the lips you received wasn't what you were hoping for, but it did calm your nerves a bit. One deep breath after the other as Agatha answered questions and prepped the toys behind you. For a while, it worked. You weren't concerned about being penetrated for the first time and let yourself fall into the sea of bliss. It wasn't until you felt some cold, sticky substance spread across your puckered hole that you grew tense again. "Ah!"

Agatha continued to smear lube across your hole until she was satisfied. "Another thing, lube is crucial. Some omegas produce less slick than others and it won't be enough for you to go in comfortably." Your alpha eased one of her fingers inside of you and stopped just as her knuckle hit your rim. "Remember, always go slow. Tearing is a very real possibility and you don't want to risk discomfort." Agatha turned her attention back to you and smiled. "Oh, you're doing wonderful. My little superstar, making me so proud," She whispered before scenting you. "That's it, take a deep breath for me."

You whimpered at the slightest movement. Even though Agatha had stayed perfectly still, you couldn't. Being stretched open hurt, but it felt so good. Your body didn't know what it wanted. "Aggie, help please." A frantic string of whimpers fell from your lips. "I- ah! I can't help it!" 

"I know, baby. I know  Just breathe for me." Agatha used her free hand and pushed down on your abdomen to keep you still. "This is why you must take your time. Move too fast and —" Agatha's explanation was caught off by a loud whine and more frantic whimpering from you. Despite that, she continued to thrust her finger deeper inside. "Omegas can be really sensitive, you have to be careful not to overstimulate them. Even if the results are fun to watch." 

Tears began streaming down your face as Agatha added another finger. She spread them apart in a scissoring motion and continued to drag them in and out. You tried to close your legs, but the pleasure tape wrapped around you kept them spread. "A-alpha please!" No matter how much you begged, Agatha kept thrusting. Your cunt ached and begged to be filled, but received nothing. It clenched around nothing but you still felt an orgasm coming. "Wait, Agatha, I -"

Agatha curled her fingers and gave you one partially hard thrust, but pulled out the second you came. She turned back to you and leaned in. "Just give me a couple more minutes and we can wrap everything up," She whispered whilst massaging your thighs. Her hands worked quickly to clean you up. Careful not to overstimulate you. "Aftercare is always important! It doesn't matter how fast your session may be. Tell them they did a good job and make sure to bathe them, it shows you care." 

Though Agatha continued to answer questions, her attention remained on you. Your brain was too fogged up to hear what they were discussing. The only thing you could focus on was the sound of chairs scooting back and the door constantly being opened. Your muscles didn't truly relax until Agatha took off your blindfold to reveal everyone had left the room. "That was…new," You said through heavy pants. 

The smell of lavender and smoky vanilla filled the air. Agatha began removing the tape. "Oh, my little superstar was such a good little assistant for me." Her lips left soft kisses all over the patches of skin that had been indented by the tape. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. "Was…was the anal okay? We don't have to try again if you weren't into it." 

You could only laugh at your lover's sudden shyness. "Aggie, I came so hard the tape nearly fell off. Of course, I liked it." You kissed the top of her head and pulled Agatha into a hug. "We can do it again tomorrow night if you carry me to the car."

Without another word, Agatha dressed you and carried you out of the building. 

[wlwvampirism]

Here's me doing my own tag game.

Amaryllis (pride) — What’s a book you don’t ever plan on reading, no matter how many times it gets recommended to you?

IT by Stephen King. I've liked some of Stephen King's books before, but this one is way too long for me and I'm not even that interested in the plot.

Anemone (death) — What’s a book that got you into a “reading slump”?

Voyage of the Damned by Frances White. I just did not like the style of humor, plus there were certain elements about the worldbuilding that felt out of place to me (it was the hot dogs and finger guns that did me in).

Azalea (renewal) — Name a book that got you out of a “reading slump”.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. It was fun, short, and easy to read, which made it the perfect book to encourage me to get into reading again.

Begonia (beware) — What’s a book you would never recommend? 

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers. Sorry, not sorry.

Calla (beauty) — What’s your favorite book cover?

It's always hard for me to choose a favorite anything, but I really like the cover for Grady Hendrix's My Best Friend's Exorcism. It's made to look like a VHS tape cover, which I love.

Carnation (love) — What’s the book that made you fall in love with reading?

I think it might have been the Junie B. Jones books. I just remember reading those a lot. They were special to me because they're some of the first books I read once I learned how to speak and read in English.

Chrysanthemum (friendship) — Name a book that depicts your favorite friendship.

I wouldn't say it's my favorite friendship, but I really love the friendship dynamics between Holmes and Watson from the Sherlock Holmes stories.

Daffodil (hope and rebirth) — What’s a book you turn to when you need comfort?

The Peculiar Children books, specifically A Map of Days; I have a lot of good childhood memories associated with those books.

Daisy (innocence and purity) — What was your favorite book as a child?

I don't remember the name of the books, but it was a series of books about a mouse detective (he wears green) who solves...mysteries. The book that I remember most vividly was involved a goth mouse family (who I'm pretty sure were supposed to be the mice version of the Addams Family) and the goth mouse parents had a baby that they named Baby. Yeah. I adored those books.

Dandelion (resilience and strength) — Name one banned book that you read and enjoyed.

Sula by Toni Morrison.

Eryngium (admiration) — Who is your favorite author?

Agatha Christie for two reasons. The first reason is that she's the author whose works I've read the most of. The second reason is that I mostly read her books when I was in middle school, so she's a bit nostalgic to me.

Forget-me-not (true love and remembrance) — What’s a book you have always loved?

This was the hardest question for me. Anyway, The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen.

Forsythia (anticipation) — Name a new book release that you are most looking forward to.

Don't have one :/ all of the new releases I was looking forward to already came out this year.

Gardenia (secret love) — What is a book that’s your guilty pleasure?

Don't have one. Yet.

Gloxinia (love at first sight) — Name a book you read just because you liked the cover.

Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell.

Pink Larkspur (fickleness) — Name a book that you have mixed feelings about.

Misery by Stephen King. I'm always going back and forth on whether or not I enjoyed this one. I liked the build-up, sure, but the ending felt like it dragged on. One thing I don't have mixed feelings about regarding this book is that the movie was better.

Red Tulip (eternal love) — Name a book that you will never stop recommending.

...I don't have one yet lol. Maybe Sula by Toni Morrison.

Anyway, I'm tagging @lexreadsdiversely @books-and-strawberry-tea and anyone else who wants to participate.

[martsonmars]

@messofthejess asked: If each member of the Carry On cast was a type of pasta, what type would they be?

[Tumblr killed the ask]

OMG obsessed. Thank you for the question it's so important to me. I'm limiting myself to the main gang but PLEASE (you or anyone else) feel free to send asks or comment with other characters, I'd love to answer but I don't want to feel overwhelmed with choices.

I'm also not letting myself overthink this. There might be better answers but I'm going with gut feelings or I'll never post this. I'm going with shapes.

Baz is definitely long pasta. Reginette, with they're elegant, fancy, sharp edges. I just know the guy doesn't want to fit in the pot. So many people don't know how to handle him. Long and thin. HARD TO KILL BUT NOT TO BREAK. And when he's safe he reveals his true form. Which is still hard to handle. You need practice. You might be tempted to cut into smaller pieces. But the only way to actually savour who he is is to get past all these obstacles and wrap him around your fork and you finally understand. He could be trenette/linguine too but mostly because in my region they're eaten with pesto, and you know. Basil. Etc.

Simon is rigatoni or tortiglioni or any of the similar shapes. He's a sturdy pasta. A fighter. One the people love, but might take for granted. And yet he'll always be ready to save your meal, square shoulders and jaw. He's ready to take any challenge, and when it's finally time to rest he won't let himself go too soft. He'll keep his fierce, solid, thick shape and demand to be loved strongly. He can take it. And we all know that this is the kind of pasta to eat with a nice, rich sauce, just like our boy deserves. A sauce that sticks, that fills up all the spaces. Because we know that holes just want to be filled.

Penny is penne. Of course. The name speaks for itself, but it's also a correct choice. A no bullshit shape. One that thinks she's better than anyone else, but is she? Only trial and error will tell. But she remains a solid choice, reliable and always there for you if you're one of her trusted friends. She'll never let you down. As long as she doesn't start doubting herself. But she won't for too long, because who would doubt penne?

Agatha is difficult. I'm going with farfalle. She's pretty and elegant and sophisticated, but also misjudged and belittled and mistreated. People will see only what's on the outside and take it at face value — seeing her as too good to be true, or instead as childish and not caring about what truly matters — and won't delve deeper to see the truth. Which is that her core — the core of her beauty, of her power — is stronger than one thinks.

Shep is one of my favourite shapes — ruote. I was going to pick lasagne for him (rich and intense and friendly and happy to use their layers to host different kinds of savoury experiences), but this is perfect too. For his truck, his sense of adventure, chasing tornadoes and creatures and friends and never letting anything — danger or unpleasant British mages — stop him from being one of the best guys you'll have the fortune of meeting on your path.

[harknessxo]

Can I request Agatha Harkness x R where Agatha kidnaps R because she falls in love at first sight

Love At First Sight

Paring; Dark!Agatha Harkness x reader

Summary: When Agatha saw you she knew you were going to be hers.

Warnings: kidnapping, magic manipulation

Word Count: 943

A/n: Let me know your thoughts!

Agatha was making her way to Wanda’s house when she caught the sight of who she thought was the most beautiful woman she’d ever seen, you. You were watering the plants in your garden and you looked so innocent to her. She debated if she should talk to you or continue her way to Wanda’s. She decides to approach you.

“Hiya hun!”

“Oh uh- Hi!”

“Im Agnes, your neighbor to the left. My left, not yours,” she grinned and outstretched her hand for you to shake.

“Well I'm Y/n,” you said, shaking her hand. Agatha thought your hand was the softest thing she’s felt. “Would you like to come in for some tea or coffee?” you offered.

“That would be wonderful dear,”

Once she was in your house, you told her to get comfortable while you made tea. Agatha admired you from the living room. She couldn’t understand what you had done to her, but she knew she had to have you.

♤♠♤♠♤

Agatha had been going to visit you almost every day and each day, her need for you got stronger. She always found a way to touch you. If you were trying to get something from a high cabinet that you couldn’t reach, she would reach for it from behind you, placing her hand on your waist for support. That never failed to make your cheeks burn and she loved it.

A couple of days later she invited you for a swim in the public pool which you gladly accepted. You gathered your swimsuit and towel and you guys walked together to the pool. When you got there, you saw Wanda and the twins having fun and you decided to say hi. After you greeted her you noticed Agatha looked upset. You asked her what was wrong but she dismissed your question and told you to change into your swimsuit. Once you put it on she helped you put on sunblock because ‘she couldn’t let her best girl get sunburn’. You both got into the pool and played with the twins.

It had started to get late and everyone started to wrap up and leave, you and Agatha did the same. She walked you home like she always did to make sure you were safe. Once you got to your porch, you turned around to bid her goodbye but instead, you felt soft lips against yours. When you realized it was Agatha kissing you, you pushed her away.

“Agnes, what are you doing? You know this is wrong,” you said, feeling bad for her.

“I- I just thought you felt the same-”

“Well, you thought wrong. I think you should leave.” Agatha stared at you dumbfounded then turned around and left.

She felt her anger rise. How dare you reject her like that? She wasn’t going to let this go. You would be hers no matter what.

When Agatha entered her house, she went straight to her basement and looked through every magic book she had for a spell that would make you into her perfect little housewife. After looking for hours, she found the perfect spell. It will make you forget all your past and replace it with her. Once she had the spell, she began to make a plan to use it on you.

♤♠♤♠♤

You were making yourself lunch when you heard a knock at the door. You opened the door to reveal Agatha in a purple sweater.

“Agnes what are you-” you were cut off by her placing her finger on your temple and everything went black.

You woke up in what looked like a basement. There were weird symbols on each wall, bookshelves on every corner, and one particular book that was floating. You realized you were floating as well and your hands were tied with glowing ropes. You then heard a door slam shut and footsteps coming closer. You looked up and saw Agatha again but she had a much more enchanting aura about her now.

“Agnes? What's happening?” you asked, starting to panic.

“You know, I was so patient with you,” she said, completely dismissing your question, “I tried to make you fall for me but that clearly didn’t work so I guess I'll have to use force,” she finished now looking at you.

“Agnes what are you talking about-”

“My name is Agatha Harkness hun,” she came closer to you, “but that doesn’t matter because you won't remember a thing.”

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked her with a shaky voice.

“I'm just going to erase your memories and make you into my little perfect housewife,” she explained as if it was nothing. You felt the panic rise, your breath started to pick up and tears started to fall.

“Calm down honey, you won’t feel a thing,” she said cupping your face with her hands, wiping away your tears.

“Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone I promise!”

“I don’t think so.” When you saw her hand rise to your temple, you started to struggle against the retrains.

“NO, STOP PLEASE!” you felt her grab your jaw harshly forcing you to look at her.

“Stop resisting or I'll make it hurt,” she said in a hushed tone. She placed her finger in your temple and started chanting words that you wouldn't understand and once again, your world went black.

♤♠♤♠♤

When you woke up again, you were in bed, your head laying on someone’s chest. You looked up and found Agatha looking at you.

“Good morning hun,”

“Good morning Aggie,” you said sweetly and kissed her. Agatha pulled you closer to her and grinned knowing everything had gone as planned.

[i-believe-in-melinda-may]

First Chapter of my new Multichapter Agathrio fic, i'm posting the first chapter here before posting on AO3 within the next 24 hours.

Summary: In 1693 Agatha Harkness who was always told she should have never been born met, and fell in love, with Death Herself, in 1750 she gave birth to twins Nicholas and Prudence, one strong, one sick, with her wife by her side. In 1760, after ten incredible years as a family of four, Rio and Agatha having no idea that their daughter was giving her magic and life force to her brother to keep him alive, Agatha woke to find both her children gone, but not with their other mother. After a devastating fight Agatha and Rio realise neither of them know where their children are, but what they do know is that all that matters is getting them back; not realising, that even working side by side, it will be centuries, for them, before they are reunited with their children. This is their story; Death and her Purple Witch. 

March 17th 1693: Salem

As long as she can remember Agatha Harkness has listened to her mother call her evil, say that she should never have been born, and she always refused to believe it, she wanted to believe she was good, but as she stares at the body of not just her mother, but her mother’s entire coven, who she just killed, Agatha can’t help but fear that her mother was right and that there is no good in her.  

“I’m going to prove you wrong,” Agatha says as she reaches down and takes a locket, a family heirloom, from her mother’s body. “I can be good,” Agatha says, her voice sounding determined, almost like the desire to prove that is going to keep her going. 

“Well, that is going to be interesting to see,” A voice says, and Agatha turns to see an incredibly beautiful woman wearing a green cloak, over a green dress, walking towards her. 

“Who are you? What do you want?” Agatha asks, causing her purple magick to appear in her hand, clearly ready to defend herself if needed, as in her experience people only hurt you.  

“You don’t have to fight me,” the woman says, walking towards Agatha, looking completely unphased by both the magick Agatha has in her hand, and the bodies that are covering the clearing. 

“Who are you?” Agatha asks, repeating the question, clearly not going to ‘disarm’ so to sense until her question is answered. 

“Rio,” She answers. “You can call me Rio,” Rio says, as she gets to right in front of Agatha. “My lady,” Rio says, presenting Agatha with a flower that she clearly created from nowhere. 

“You are a green witch,” Agatha says, staring at the woman and as she cannot see any malice in her eyes, something Agatha has gotten very good at telling due to necessity, Agatha reaches out and takes the flower from Rio. 

“You could say that,” Rio tells Agatha, smiling as she is glad that Agatha took the flower. “I heard the commotion, I thought I would come and see what was going on,” 

“You are late, you missed the show,” Agatha tells Rio, still trying to figure out what she meant by ‘you could say that,’. 

“No, I arrived right on time,” Rio tells Agatha with a smirk. “You are very impressive Agatha Harkness,” Rio tells Agatha, who is very confused about how this mystery woman knows who she is.  

“How do you know my name?” Agatha asks confused. 

“I know everything,” Rio admits, Agatha having no idea just how true that is. “Maybe one day I will tell you why,” Rio says, sounding completely fascinated by Agatha. 

“Do not strain yourself,” Agatha says, before she can think better of it, causing Rio to laugh. “What… what do you want from me?” Agatha asks nervously, as something tells her that there is something incredible about the woman, something that she can’t help but feel fascinated about.  

“Nothing… I just wanted to meet you,” Rio tells Agatha, as she has been watching from a far for a while, feeling draw to the younger witch, and after watching what Agatha just did, understanding the implications of it, she suspects she knows why that is. “You have survived Agatha Harkness, in ways few others have,” Rio tells Agatha, looking her up and down, clearly liking what she sees. “That makes you formidable, incredible,” Rio tells Agatha, Rio being the only being in the world who truly appreciates that.  

“I do not feel incredible,” Agatha admits, having no idea why she is actually admitting that to this woman she has never met before. 

“You will,” Rio says, giving Agatha such a charming smile that makes her feel like anything is possible. “Te Veo, Agatha Harkness,” Rio says, before walking away from Agatha, heading back into the trees she came out from. 

As Rio walks away Agatha watches her go, not being able to tear her eyes away from the incredible person, Agatha knowing that she has never met anyone like the incredible woman who just graced her presence. 

“Who was that, Women?” Agatha mutters, staring at the trees Rio disappear into, with an amazed look on her face, and once it becomes clear that Rio isn’t coming back Agatha pins her mothers broach to her shirt, and keeping the flower in her hand, uses her magick to fly away from her mother and coven; leaving the bodies scattered in the clearing; leaving Salem with no intention of ever returning.  

May 1693

Two months have passed since Agatha Harkness’s life has changed forever, since she killed her mother, and her coven, since she met a magnetic woman who Agatha has found herself unable to stop thinking about. 

It’s late afternoon and having just got into a fight, that was more physical than the magical ones Agatha is more comfortable with, Agatha is squatting at the banks of a river cleaning her bloodied hand, trying to see how bad the injury she has sustained is. 

“That looks painful,” A very familiar voice says, and Agatha turns to see Rio, wearing the same outfit she was wearing last time they saw each other, walking towards her, once again walking out of the trees. 

“Rio,” Agatha says, trying to make it seem like she isn’t completely amazed to see her. 

“You remember me,” Rio says, sounding almost glad about that. 

“You were hard to forget,” Agatha admits, as Rio gets to her side, Agatha not noticing that Rio looks rather proud that Agatha remembers her. 

“Good to know,” Rio admits, as she squats down next to Agatha. “What happened?” Rio asks, looking at the wound on Agatha’s hand. 

“I thought you said you knew everything,” Agatha comments, her guards up, remembering what Rio said last time and Rio laughs. 

“Humour me,” Rio responds, as she wants to know what Agatha is going to say about how she was hurt. 

“I miscalculated how protective people can be of their crops,” Agatha admits, and while Rio knows that is the truth, she also knows it’s not the full truth. 

“Why did you not use your magick?” Rio asks, wanting to know what Agatha is going to say to that, and Agatha looks down at the ground, clearly not wanting to talk about it. “Agatha?” Rio asks, in a gentle voice, speaking with Agatha with the kind of gentleness she has never heard someone use toward her before.  

“I am not using my magick anymore,” Agatha reveals, as she avoids looking at Rio. 

“Why not?” Rio asks curious, gently encouraging Agatha to talk more. 

“Because I want to be good,” Agatha admits, as she continues to be good. 

“Agatha your magic does not make you bad,” Rio says, and Agatha looks at her. “It is apart of you, something you cannot change,” Rio told Agatha, knowing that if someone as powerful as Agatha were to try to deny their magick it would be catastrophic for them, and in Agatha’s case there would be other devastating consequences that Rio doesn’t want to think about. 

“So, I cannot be good,” Agatha says, causing the realisation that her mother was always right to set in. 

“You already are,” Rio tells Agatha, who has no idea what to say about that because no one has ever shown her that kind of kindness. “May I see your hand?” Rio asks. 

“Why?” Agatha asks suspiciously. 

“Because I would like to help you,” Rio responds simply, not at all surprised that Rio is on edge, and clearly interested in what Rio is going to do Agatha offers her hand. Taking Agatha’s hand Rio brings it up to her mouth, gently blows on it, then brings it closer, and licks the blood off, healing the wound as she does. “There, much better,” Rio says, letting go of Agatha’s hand, Agatha feeling very much like she didn’t want Rio to let go.

“How… how did you do that?” Agatha asks, looking between her hand, and Rio, with an amazed look on her face, as she has never heard of someone who was able to do that, not even a green witch. 

“Magick,” Rio answers, and Agatha gives her an annoyed look. 

“I gathered that,” Agatha responds. “I have never seen magick like this,” Agatha admits. 

“Because no one else has magick like me,” Rio admits. “Just like no one has magick like you Agatha,” Rio tells her. “Do not push it down, do not let others fear control you,” Rio says, knowing that is very important for Agatha’s sake. 

“Why are you so kind to me?” Agatha asks, as she has never experienced the kind of kindness Rio has shown her in their short meetings. 

“Because you deserve kindness,” Rio says, before standing up. “Te Veo,” Rio says, before stating to walk away.   

“Wait,” Agatha says, and Rio turns back around. “When will I see you again?” Agatha asks curious, not even realising that she phased the question as a when, and not an if. 

“Soon,” Rio says before once again disappearing into the trees. 

After watching Rio walks away Agatha turns back to the river to clean the rest of her blood, feeling fascinated by who Rio is and knowing that she is going to figure her out, hopefully, before she sees her again. 

September 1693

Four months have passed since Agatha las saw Rio, six months since she first met her, and despite only having two short conversations with her Agatha has found herself longing for the mysterious women.  

Since her second meeting with Rio Agatha has been thinking about her a lot, almost constantly, and those thoughts have led to Agatha developing a theory about just who Rio really is.  For weeks Agatha has been looking for an opportunity to find out if her theory is correct, and as she stands near the body of a witch who had become a witch hunter and tried to add Agatha to her list of victims Agatha knows that this is the opportunity she has been waiting for. 

“Are you there?” Agatha asks, looking around, searching for a familiar flash of green. “If what I suspect is right you should be,” Agatha admits. 

“I see you figured me out,” Rio’s voice says, as she steps out of shadows, but this time unlike the green dress and cloak Agatha has become familiar with she is wearing a similar outfit in black. “Not many do,” Rio admits. 

“Do you reveal yourself to people often?” Agatha asks, not feeling afraid despite the fact that she knows exactly who Rio actually is. 

“No,” Rio says, walking closer to Agatha, noticing Agatha’s reaction, more specifically, noticing that Agatha doesn’t seem to be afraid of her, something which is very unusual for her.  

“So, I am special,” Agatha realises, trying to make sense of everything going on. 

“In many, many ways,” Rio says, as she gets to Agatha. “Are you afraid?” Rio asks, watching Agatha carefully, with an intensity behind her eyes Agatha has never felt, as she tries to figure out just what is going on.  

“No,” Agatha responds as she obviously swallows. “Not of you,” Agatha admits. 

“Then tell me, Agatha, what are you afraid off?” Rio asks curious, moving a step closer to Agatha, so that she is standing even closer to Agatha, there being basically no space between the two of you. 

“What you make me feel,” Agatha admits, her voice quiet, but because Rio is so close she is able to hear her. 

“And what, may I ask, is that?” Rio asks, and for a moment Agatha debates the best way to answer that question, but as she decides that no words will accurately portray what she is feeling Agatha reaches out, grabs hold of Rio’s dress, and pulls her in for a kiss. 

For a second it is clear that Rio did not expect that, and doesn’t know what to do, something which makes Agatha terrified that she just made a huge mistake, but then just as she tries to pull back Rio deepens the kiss, pulling Agatha in close, as their tongues battle for dominance. 

“Does that answer your question?” Agatha asks one the two of them break apart, and Agatha has to try to catch her breath. 

“One of them,” Rio says, before pulling Agatha into another hurried kiss, Rio knowing, without a doubt, that what Agatha is making her feel is something she has never felt before, something she will do anything to hold onto. 

December 1693

Three months have passed since Agatha kissed death, something that didn’t make her die, but made her feel alive for the first time in her life. Since their first night together Agatha and Rio have continued to see each other when they can make it work, something which can be rather difficult when Rio is a cosmic being. 

It’s late at night, the last night of year, and Rio and Agatha are both lying on the banks of a river together, Agatha laying on Rio’s chest as Rio has her arms around Agatha, holding her close. 

“What does it feel like?” Agatha asks Rio, breaking the comfortable silence they have been lying in. 

“What does what feel like?” Rio asks, as she absentmindedly plays with Agatha’s hair, knowing that there are a lot of questions that that could lead to. 

“Being such a fundamental part of the universe,” Agatha responds. 

“I’m not really sure how to answer that,” Rio admits. “It’s just… what I’ve always known,” Rio admits. “It’s like I feel everything… but in someways nothing… except when I’m with you,” Rio admits, and Agatha is amazed by that. 

“I… wow,” Agatha says, having no idea how to respond to that. “So, I guess the end of the year does not really mean much to you,” Agatha assumes, changing the subject a little as she doesn’t know how to handle such a cosmic being so interested in her. 

“No, it does no,” Rio admits. “But I have spent enough time watching humanity to realise that symbols are important,” Rio admits. 

“And, from your perspective, what does the end of year symbolise?” Agatha asks curious. 

“Letting go,” Rio admits. “To me the end of the year is about letting go of the past, moving forward without the weight of what has been, to make the decision to let go of the shackles that binds; allowing oneself to start fresh by doing something that has been frightening before,” Rio explains, and for a few moments Agatha looks like she is pondering Rio’s words. 

“Interesting,” Agatha says, getting an idea, so she places a kiss on Rio’s cheek before standing up. 

“What are you doing?” Rio asks confused. 

“There is something I have always wanted to do but I was always too scared of mother,” Agatha admits, undoing her cloak and dropping it to the ground. “I want to swim naked in the moonlight as the year starts anew,” Agatha tells Rio, as the ladder pushes herself up, so she is sitting up. 

“Agatha, it’s freezing,” Rio reminds her. 

“And? I know you’ll keep me warm,” Agatha responds, as she starts to remove her clothing. 

“What makes you think I am joining you?” Rio asks. 

“Because I’m saying please,” Agatha responds. “Please, Sweetheart,” Agatha says, as she lets the last of her clothing fall to the ground. 

“Oh Agatha Harkness, the control you have over me,” Rio says, standing up and also letting her clothing fall to the ground. 

Once Agatha and Rio are both standing naked in the moonlight Agatha takes Rio’s hand and the two of them head to the river where they proceed to swim and kiss in the moonlight until, even with Rio’s powers, it becomes too cold, and they are forced to return to the bank where they enter the new year clinging to one another. 

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I don't know if you're still taking requests for the ask game, but if you are, I would love to see more of the "3+1 Colm and Wylan" fic!

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It was supposed to be a celebration. The housekeeper, Agatha, had taken out the finest table settings and Marya had ordered full crates of wine to be brought up from the cellars. The sentencing had lifted a shadow from her eyes, and Colm caught her fully smiling on several occasions throughout dinner. It seemed like knowing her vile ex-husband was never coming back home gave her a renewed sense of ownership— she walked the halls less like a ghost already, as if she was growing more herself by the hour.

There was no doubt, she still had a lot to recover from, but a victory was a victory. His heart was warm as he surveyed the table— every chair was accompanied by cleared plates. Re-filled wine glasses of cut crystal had been carried away with their guests to the parlour. The piano had already started up a cheery tune.

It was supposed to be a celebration. But there was one plate where the food had barely been touched.

Wylan had been quiet all day, and all evening.

Colm had kept a close eye. It was a skill he’d trained over the years as the single father of an unpredictable, wild child— to try and see what was going on with someone who never said what they truly thought. With Jesper it was all bluster, quick with a joke or a cutting jab. But, with Wylan, it was silence. It was like a wall built itself behind his wide eyes, and his shoulders curled into a protective shell.

He’d seen a muttering or two, his lips moving close to Jesper’s ear throughout the day, but he didn’t hear a single word from the lad until his testimony.

It was immaculate. There wasn’t a single question left unanswered, even with every smoothly covered lie crafted by Brekker. By the time Wylan stepped down from the stand, he could swear he even saw the shadowy mask of Dirtyhands crack into a smile.

But, even after that, Wylan’s ghost-like ephemeris didn’t grow more solid. He picked listlessly at the dinner on his plate, only managing a half a silent smile each time Jesper would check on him. The walls were still thoroughly in place. And, no matter how closely he looked, Colm couldn’t seem to see more than that.

He couldn’t see, but through the crack of the doorway out to the terrace, he could hear it.

Weeping. A choked, half-stifled hiccup that Wylan couldn’t hold back any longer.

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