#you'd think I'd have the date of this movie memorized by now with all those captions. had to look it up

[soupy-sez]

Al Pacino, Marthe Keller, and Sydney Pollack on set of Bobby Deerfield, 1977, © Bertrand Laforet

[slashbitch2]

Prove Me Wrong, Darling

who doesn't love a bit of enemies to lovers? :)

You and Agatha had never gotten along. From your perspective, it was due to a conflict of interest. Whereas if you asked her, she'd likely say it was a conflict of intelligence, or something else insulting along those lines. Though the issue you had with the fellow witch wasn't her attitude, rather her underestimation of your powers. It'd started with her massacre of the Coven, when she'd attempted to end your life alongside the others. But to her surprise, you'd been strong enough to defend yourself and escape. Since then, there'd been several instances where your paths had crossed, and you hadn't let her live down the failure yet.

This particular occasion was different, however, as Agatha had asked you for help.

It'd taken everything in you not to immediately mock her. But you knew that she'd leave without further explanation if she felt ridiculed, and you were just dying to know what had made her stoop to your level. So, you'd swallowed your pride and attentively listened to her proposal. It'd mostly featured the repeated phrases "immense power" and "huge source of energy," and even a confession that she was baffled by the cause, which only intrigued you further.

Although you weren't too interested in accumulating anymore power, the opportunity to be on level ground with Agatha was too good to pass on. You confessed this to her upon accepting the invitation, which resulted in an unimpressed eye roll. Regardless of her annoyance, you left that same day, arriving in the least expected location. A quaint town in New Jersey.

"Well," You landed behind Agatha in the middle of a road, surveying the picturesque, colourless neighbourhood. "isn't this lovely."

She pursed her lips, looking round similarly perplexed. "Lovely?" She echoed. "This is like every outdated suburban stereotype rolled into one. Like some kind of picture-perfect movie set."

Her condescending comment jogged a memory. "That's what I was thinking of!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands enthusiastically. "Did you ever watch that sitcom- from the 50s? The Dick Van Dyke Show?"

"From the title alone I'm glad I didn't."

"Seriously, it's practically the same setting." You moved to stand directly in front, forcing her to look at you.

"So, what you're saying is someone used this insane amount of power just to recreate their favourite TV show?" She quirked an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your theory.

"Well, wouldn't you?"

"No."

"Anyway." You glanced down at the rather eye-catching ensemble Agatha was currently wearing, then at your comparably casual yet modern clothes. "This isn't going to work." With a wave of your hand, the jeans and jumper combo was replaced by a more period accurate pencil skirt and blouse. Satisfied, you looked up at her expectantly.

Taking it as a challenge, she copied the gesture, managing to both create a new dress and fix up her hair. She smirked, enjoying the chance to show off her superior abilities.

"It's not a competition." You huffed.

She placed a hand on your arm fake comfortingly. "Of course not, dear."

The contact caused you to shiver slightly. It felt as though her touch ignited sparks, though the sensation wasn't exactly unpleasant. Quite the opposite, in fact. But indulging in it didn't feel right either, so you were grateful when Agatha removed her hand.

Her face dropped, eyebrows furrowing. Slowly, she swivelled round to point at a house. "There. Can you feel it?"

Following her outstretched finger, you tuned into the energy, focusing specifically on the house. "Mhm." Unsurprisingly, Agatha was right. An unfamiliar energy was being emitted from whoever was inside. You tried to pinpoint what kind of magic the user possessed, but found no trace of any familiar type. "Shall we go meet the neighbours, then?"

"You read my mind." She muttered, narrowing her eyes and offering an arm without so much as sparing a glance in your direction.

You hesitated, taken aback by the kind gesture. It hadn't dawned on you until then that an incredibly powerful being was residing little over 10 metres away, and that you were both about to willingly walk into their house. Looping your arm with hers created a naïve sense of safety.

Neither spoke as you approached the house with faux confidence, only pausing for Agatha to summon a potted plant. A house warming gift, you guessed. The simple gesture of goodwill brought a smile to your face.

"I didn't expect you to be such a considerate neighbour." You whispered.

"Gotta make a good first impression." She reached out to knock against the door.

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You sighed. Barely an hour spent in this black and white world and you were already bored. Everything was so tiresomely perfect, so normal that you questioned how you'd ever suffered through those terrible old sitcoms in the first place. Sitting in Wanda's living room, the only entertainment was your partner in crime Agatha, or Agnes, as you ought to say.

She was currently flipping through a magazine, tracing the page with her index finger and reading aloud to help Wanda prepare for her anniversary.

"Any notable date you can remember? Special occasion?" She asked the redhead. "You know, to remind him of good times." She winked suggestively, briefly glancing at you with an expression that only you could decipher. She was enjoying flustering Wanda a little too much.

"Oh...I don't know." She trailed off, untrustworthy eyes darting around the room. "Do you two have any memorable date? Maybe I could steal some ideas."

Had the sitcom spell effected you, this would've been the ironic moment in which you spat out whatever drink was currently in your mouth. Fortunately though, you'd declined the offer of tea earlier, and opened your mouth to correct her.

Agatha beat you to it by nudging you with her elbow. "Oh don't we just?" She laughed deeply until you joined in with a forced chuckle.

Deciding to join in with her game, you hummed thoughtfully. "What about that picnic we had? In Salem, remember?" Judging by the way her eyes flashed dangerously, she knew you were referring to that dreadful night with the Coven, serving as revenge for the sudden change in relationship status. "Agnes decided the best time to go on a date would be at night- and in the middle of forest of all places!"

Agnes threw back her head in exaggerated laughter. "Oh hush! I thought it'd be romantic. Besides, you're the one who got us completely lost, dear." She continued, further adding depth to the altered anecdote. "And I'd say it went pretty well regardless." She turned to whisper conspiratorially to Wanda. "So I'll spare you the dirty details."

The three of you fell into easy laughter, only interrupted by the shrill ring of the telephone. "If you'll excuse me." Wanda stood up to answer. "That's probably Vis."

You took the distraction as respite from forcing such an overly hospitable smile, finding that your cheeks were already aching. For the last few minutes, you'd been aware of a pair of eyes watching you closely, and finally turned to face the witch sitting next to you.

"What?"

Agatha said nothing, her invasive eyes never leaving yours as she took a sip of her drink. You could practically see the gears turning in her head as she thought something through, and dreaded to wonder what she was about to say.

Reaching some form of a conclusion, she leant forward to place her drink down on the table. "Kiss me." She murmured through clenched teeth, momentarily glancing at Wanda, who's back was turned.

"Excuse me?" Out of all the possible things she could've said, this request seemed the least plausible in your mind.

"When Wanda turns round she should see us-" Agatha gestured her hand back and forth as if vocalising what she was implying was too sinful to put into words. Her vagueness was met by your blank stare. "Y'know?"

"No?" You shook your head, unable to comprehend why she'd ask such a thing, untrusting your interpretation of her suggestion.

"Just-" Agatha raised her hands to grasp your face. Hesitated. Then threw them back down into her lap and sighed in frustration. The fact she was struggling to initiate contact was laughable, though eventually you took pity on her.

Leaning forward, you kept your eyes open to watch for Agatha's reaction. You found it amusing that upon realising what you were trying to do, her eyes shut impossibly fast. Satisfied that she was consenting, you raised one hand to cup her cheek and continued to chase after her lips. The kiss was chaste and affectionately mundane, exactly at it should be.

In response, she grabbed your knees and pulled you closer, nipping at your bottom lip. Clearly Agatha wasn't on the same wavelength as you. Her hands shifted further up to your thighs, bringing a startling heat to the kiss. You gasped, virtually melting at her touch. You wanted this. One hand slid to rest on her shoulder. But it wasn't the time or place. You gently pushed against her.

Agatha pulled away, breathless. She scanned your face with pupils blown wide and mouth slightly agape like she'd just reached some new revelation. You were certain your expression mirrored hers.

Wanda cleared her throat somewhere in the distance.

"Gosh, Wanda I'm sorry." Agnes' cheerful voice reappeared as she addressed the redhead without breaking your intense shared eye contact. "But I think we ought to be heading home now." She said unabashedly. Like you hadn't just been caught making out on the neighbour's couch.

"Of course." You could hear the understanding smile in her voice, the slight awkwardness from intruding. "It's been lovely meeting you both."

Summoning an ounce of brainpower, you turned to Wanda. "And you. Feel free to keep the magazine." Then tugged Agatha up and began dragging her toward the front door. For once in her life she went willingly, allowing herself to be pulled along, calling out a last minute farewell to Wanda.

Upon reaching the end of the garden, Agatha wordlessly took the lead. Staying true to her fabricated story, she set a determined course for the house to the right, waltzing up as if she owned the place. A quick flourish of your fingers and the lock was rendered useless. Now the house was yours.

As soon as the door shut behind you, she turned on her heel and pushed you against it. Her mouth quickly sought out yours with a desperation only appropriate in private. Had you known Agatha was this good of a kisser, you would've done this ages ago, but elected not to vocalise the praise knowing she'd never let you live it down. You felt her smirk against your lips, and briefly wondered if she'd somehow infiltrated your mind. You wouldn't put it past her.

As she began trailing kisses down your neck, any concern about the invasion of privacy became inconsequential. You sighed. She rewarded the sound with a nip at your throat. Due to the haze of lust clouding your better judgment, you didn't register the sound of footsteps until it was too late.

"Woah!" A man called from the top of the staircase, presumably the current previous resident of the house. Agatha froze, her lips still pressed up to your neck.

"If you two beautiful ladies hadn't already broken into my house, I would've happily invited you in." The man grinned obnoxiously, slowly continuing down the stairs.

Agatha disinterestedly waved her hand, incapacitating him. The sound of the stranger tumbling down the stairs caused her to let out a short, cruel cackle, before returning to bury her face in the crook of your neck.

"Not big on roommates?" You joked, sliding a hand up and down her back soothingly.

She nipped at your flesh, a little harder this time. "Trust me, he doesn't want to be here for what I'm about to do to you."

Already impatient, you decided to tease her in hopes it would speed things up. "You're all talk and no action, Harkness."

She all but growled as she returned to your lips. Without warning her hands squeezed your hips. "I don't think you're in the position to be insulting me, love."

"Then prove me wrong, darling."

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Prologue

~ My love for you is a journey starting at forever and ending at never. *Unknown ~

I. The Perfect Girl

~ Oh, my darling, it's true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too. *Unknown ~

II. The Tattooed Poet

~ You were a risk, a mystery, and the most certain thing I'd ever known. *Beau Taplin ~

III. The Strange Mission

~ And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and to find my soul. *Unknown ~

IV. The Fancy Invitation

~ If you want the ultimate thrill, you've got to be willing to pay the ultimate price. *Mark Foo ~

V. Nico's Best Friend

~ A best friend is someone who makes you laugh even when you think you'll never smile again. *Unknown ~

VI. A Memorable Evening

~ You want to know who I'm in love with? Read the first word again. *Unknown ~

VII. The Unexpected Occurrence

~ When love is real, it finds a way. *Avatar Roku ~

VIII. Their First Dance

~ I may not often get to see you as often as I like. I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night. But deep in my heart I truly know, you're the one that I love, and can't let you go. *Unknown ~

IX. The Eccentric Master

~ I don't live in darkness. Darkness lives in me. *Unknown ~

X. Battle And Emotions

~ The strongest people are not those who show strength in front of us but those who win battles we know nothing about. *Unknown ~

XI. Naked And Defenseless

~ One of the most striking of abstract art's appearance is her nakedness, an art stripped bare. *Robert Motherwell ~

XII. The Suspiscious Advice

~ Beware the person who stabs you and then tells the world they're the ones who's bleeding. *Jill Blakewell ~

XIII. Dates And Movies

~ We stumbled on a view that’s tailor-made for two. *La La Land ~

XIV. She Who Dances

~ Inside every dancer is a beginner that fell in love. *Unknown ~

XV. The Diabolical Amalgam

~ The thing about being brave is it doesn't come with the absence of fear and hurt. Bravery is the ability to look fear and hurt in the face and say, move aside, you are in the way. *Melissa Tumino ~

XVI. The Unacceptable Truth

~ Sometimes, the person you'd take a bullet for ends up being the one behind the gun. *Unknown ~

XVII. Aspect Of Future

~ The future is not inevitable. We can influence it, if we know what we want it to be. *Charles Handy ~

XVIII. Change Of Heart

~ He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man. *Dr. Johnson ~

XIX. Tears And Sadness

~ There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love, but what really broke the heart was taking away its dream - whatever dream that might be. *Pearl S. Buck ~

XX. Rejection And Heartbreak

~ It takes a strong heart to love, but it takes an even stronger heart to continue to love after it's been hurt. *Unknown ~

XXI. He Who Loves

~ A person that truly loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is. *Unknown ~

XXII. He Who Fights

~ I fight for what I want. It takes a lot for me to give up on something or someone. I can't just give up because things are hard, especially if that person means something to me. I'll keep fighting and fighting, until I have nothing left in me, and giving up is the only option left. *Unknown ~

XXIII. He Who Protects

~ A true friend is someone who protects you like a shield, cares for you like a brother, and fights for you like a warrior. *Unknown ~

XXIV. Run, Rabbit, Run

~ Everyone says destroy what destroys you, right? But, what if the thing destroying you is yourself? *Unknown ~

XXV.A. Hope Has Fallen

~ Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal. *Unknown ~

XXV.B. Hope Has Fallen

~ Oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world - wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips, oh, you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, a dateless bargain to engrossing death. *William Shakespeare ~

XXVI. A Second Chance

~ Can we start over? Can we be strangers again? Let me introduce myself. We can laugh and talk. And relearn what we already know. And come up with new inside jokes. And create new memories. And give each other a second chance. *Unknown ~

XXVII. One Last Shot

~ Sometimes, there is no next time. No time - outs. No second chances. Sometimes, it's now or never. *Alan Bennett ~

XXVIII. He Who Regrets

~ I can never regret that you have been a part of my life. I can never regret that I love you, because it is exactly what I wanted. *Unknown ~

XXIX. The Little Lamb

~ Sometimes in life we need to share, our feelings that are hard to bear. When in our hearts we feel such pain, that extra strength we have to gain, from someone who will keep us safe, and listen when we lose our faith. This Guardian Angel's here for you, to light the way and help you through. *Unknown ~

XXX. When She Left

~ Sometimes, I don't know what haunts me more. The memories of you, or the happy person I used to be. *Ranata Suzuki ~

XXXI. Father And Son

~ My father gave the greatest gift anyone could give another person: he believed in me. *Jim Valvano ~

XXXII. Her Precious Friends

~ And you will seek me and find me, when you search for me with all your heart. *Jer. 29:13 ~

XXXIII. The Disposed Vessel

~ Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and I don't think I'm winning anymore. *Unknown ~

XXXIV. And Then, Finally,...

~ There was a boy. A very strange enchanted boy. They say he wandered very far, very far over land and sea. A little shy and sad of eye. But very wise, was he. And then one day. One magic day he passed my way. While we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me: The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return. *From Moulin Rouge, Ewan McGregor / Nat King Cole ~

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XXXV. I Will, Gladly!

~ Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self - seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. *1 Cor 13: 1 ~

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