#Agatha Harkness x Y/N
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sweet daisy and the violet witch (agatha harkness x fem!reader)
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summary: you are a baby witch in a tough situation. when a mysterious, brooding woman offers to teach you how to control your powers, you can't refuse. but what does she want with you? and... what do you want with her?
warnings: smut (18+), captivity and bondage but reader isn't exactly unwilling, mind-reading, sexy magic, humiliation, praise kink, dirty talk, enchanted strap, squirting, agatha is dark ofc, reader has a shitty sexist ex-boyfriend but he's only there to set up the story
notes: MY FIRST AGATHA FIC! this is set pre-westview and it is just pages upon pages of detailed, heretical, homosexual filth. it's been a long time coming, and i'm really proud of it. hope you guys enjoy 💜
tears streamed down your face as you stormed out of your now ex-boyfriend's house. the relationship had run its course, you knew that. but you never expected the breakup to be so ugly. he called you a "crazy bitch" and threatened to call the cops on you for destroying his living room.
and you didn't even do anything! at least, not on purpose.
the fight lasted an hour. you told him you wanted to break up, and he didn't take the rejection well. he started cursing you out, following you around the house as you frantically gathered your belongings.
now, you could handle the insults to your appearance and the comments about all the other women who supposedly wanted him. but when he started making sexual remarks—talking about how "frigid" you were and lamenting that he never fucked you hard enough to put you in your place—you lost it.
"shut up!" you cried, and the house shook with the impact. a wave of daisy yellow light burst from your chest and wreaked havoc on the living room. every lightbulb in every lamp shattered. the tv fell off the wall. books flew off their shelves and hurtled toward your ex's head. the carpet was singed. a few cracks appeared in the ceiling.
your ex ducked to avoid the flying books, then fell to his knees. he was uninjured despite the destruction, but his pride was wounded. you used his moment of weakness to grab your bag and rush out of the house, running down the street as fast as you could while he shouted obscenities.
you ran for a minute or so before a black car with tinted windows pulled up beside you. you froze in fear, but quickly relaxed when the driver rolled her window down. she was an older woman, and a beautiful one at that.
long, dark waves framed her face, and concern was written in her expression. her left arm extended out toward you, and you could see she was wearing a deep purple blazer.
"hey, hon. i heard some commotion from down the street and then saw you running. are you alright?" the woman's low voice was soothing, and you felt much safer already.
"i'm okay, thank you. i just broke up with my boyfriend and it didn't go over well," you admitted, your shaky voice betraying your anxiety about the whole situation.
"well, i can't let you walk all the way home, sweetheart. how about i give you a ride?"
you considered her offer. it was cold and rainy outside, and your apartment was a good distance away. this woman was a stranger, but she put you at ease for some reason. besides, much worse people than her could be out at this time of night.
"that would be great. thank you so much. i'm y/n," you said, stepping into the passenger seat.
"agatha harkness," the good samaritan replied, offering her hand to you. you took her hand and shook it, noting the delicate veins running up her long fingers. her thumb stroked the back of your palm for a few seconds, and the skin tingled when she stopped. "lovely to meet you, dear."
you told her your address and she put it in the gps, beginning the 15-minute drive to your place. agatha was pleasant and kind as she listened to your story, how your boyfriend had treated you and how you'd reacted—omitting the magical details, naturally.
when the car pulled up in front of your apartment, you thanked agatha and gave her a hug. she smelled like violets and old books, and you hesitated to pull away. when you did reach for the door handle, it didn't budge.
it all happened in a flash: purple smoke obscured every window, your hands and feet were bound by glowing purple ties, and agatha smiled. the smoke cleared, and you were not at your apartment. instead, the car was parked in front of a small black house with gothic accents.
"wha—how—" you stuttered.
"i'm glad you asked. it was a simple illusion spell. couldn't have you getting suspicious, could i?"
"s-spell?"
"yes, darling, a spell. i'm a witch. you are, too, but i'm sure you already knew that."
you looked down at your lap and shook your head.
"oh? that's a surprise. i mean, i knew you weren't the most sophisticated witch, but i figured you'd at least have a grasp on what you are."
your mind reeled at the revelation. although she had basically kidnapped you, you felt a strange pull to the woman in the driver's seat. your gut told you to trust what she was saying: you were a witch.
"tell you what, baby witch," she offered, a mischievous glint in her eye. "if you promise not to run, i'll untie you."
what choice did you have but to obey her? you didn't know how to control your powers, and sooner or later, they were going to get you in trouble. agatha knew more than you did, and she was teasing you with the irresistible chance to understand your magic.
"i won't run," you whispered. you felt agatha lift her magical binds.
"good girl."
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agatha did what she always did. she promised to teach you how to master your powers, lulled you into a false sense of security. and at night, when you were sleeping soundly in her bed, she would try to take your power.
it only took her a couple of days to realize that she couldn't access your magic. she tried everything, but your bright yellow power was totally incompatible with her mystic purple—a fountain of light, untouchable by other witches.
oddly, agatha accepted this. unlike any of her previous conquests, you inspired a curious fondness in the older woman. you were smart and beautiful, powerful yet unassuming. and you were hers to teach, to touch, to protect and corrupt. with some training, you would be a formidable ally.
as for you? you were neither her victim nor her partner, but something in between. you abandoned your old life and happily crawled into bed with her each night—so she could keep an eye on you, she said.
"women like us will never be safe in this world, y/n," she would whisper into your hair. "that asshole saw what you can do, and he didn't like it. you're too precious for the stake, honey. i have to keep you close."
agatha hated your ex, but she could use him to channel your rage. as you worked through the emotional toll of the breakup, you worked on your telekinesis. as you processed the extent of his manipulation, you learned the basics of mind control.
one day, agatha wanted to see if you could hold your own against her. she was anxious to know if you could protect yourself with the strategies she'd taught you.
"you ready, superstar?" agatha asked, looking you up and down hungrily. you were wearing the outfit she had picked out specifically for this occasion: a black mesh halter top with a little yellow skirt, "ideal" for mobility. "don't worry, i'll go easy on you."
"i think so," you responded, trying to settle your nerves and anticipate her first move. but it was hard to focus when she stared at you with dark eyes, hair pulled back into a ponytail and arms crossed, emphasized by her tight purple t-shirt.
"don't get distracted, now," a sultry voice whispered from behind you. agatha had teleported, and you were too focused on her arms to notice. "that's rule number one."
you shuddered at the feeling of her hot breath in your ear, but kept your guard up. purple strings began to flow from her fingertips and wrap around you. you swiftly floated up and out of her hold, yellow sparks carrying you across the room.
you landed with a flourish and agatha raised her eyebrows, impressed. she didn't let you rest for more than a second, though, as a blow of her magic struck you right in the chest.
you stumbled back, but quickly retaliated. with a snap of your fingers, agatha was knocked off balance by a burst of yellow. she smirked and waved her palm. but this time, you remembered to block, crossing your arms and projecting a white shield in front of you.
"so you have been listening to me," she cooed, flying toward you and pushing you up against the wall with her magic. "you always seem so preoccupied when i'm teaching you, like your pretty little mind is off somewhere else. tell me, do i scare you?"
the answer was complicated. yes, agatha scared you, but not in an unpleasant way. it was a thrilling kind of fear that left you breathing hard and wanting more.
"no, ma'am," you decided, using her momentary surprise to push back against the magic pinning you to the wall. agatha withdrew.
"hmmm, 'ma'am.' i like the sound of that," she drawled as you awaited her next move. "you're doing well, baby witch, but you forgot one thing."
in a split second, you were lying flat on your back, purple threads binding your hands and feet to the carpet. before you could even attempt to react with magic, agatha was on you. she hovered above your restrained form and leaned in.
"rule number two: protect your mind," her voice above you was the last thing you heard before being plunged into darkness.
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when you came to a few minutes later, agatha was still on top of you. she wore a coy smile as she watched the purple swirls disappear from your eyes.
"welcome back, sweet daisy," agatha husked. "after reading your mind, it seems like you're not as sweet and pure as i thought."
you struggled against her restraints, but they didn't budge. you were definitely losing the fight, but with the way she was looking at you (like she wanted to ravage you), you didn't much care.
"you wanna know what i saw, pretty girl?" she taunted, and you swallowed thickly but did not respond. "i saw myself on top of you just like this, pumping my fingers inside you while you screamed out for mercy."
well, your secret was out. but agatha didn't seem displeased; on the contrary, she was basking in your humiliation like a true sadist. you felt wetness gathering in your panties at the sight.
"i saw myself bending you over," she continued, using her powers to lift you off the ground and maneuver you so you were bent over the couch. "punishing you for forgetting your spells."
she swatted your ass once, hard, and you whined pathetically.
"i saw you kneeling between my legs," she said, once again manipulating your body into that position. "listening to my directions, being my good girl."
on your knees, you nuzzled agatha's leg in embarrassment, and she stroked your hair. you stayed like that for a minute before agatha lifted you into her lap, spreading your legs wide.
"and i saw you grinding in my lap, squirming and whimpering like a needy whore," she concluded, running her hands up and down your inner thighs as you straddled her. "what do you have to say for yourself, honey?"
you were at a loss for words, now incredibly turned on and burying your face in her neck. her fingers twitched and you were pushed out of your hiding place, her magic forcing you to face her.
"your mind is so dirty. how are you feeling? excited?" before you could respond, she slipped her hand between your legs. she lifted up your skirt and traced your slit over your panties, inhaling sharply when she found them soaked. "oh, you are. you just can't control yourself around me, can you? all hot and bothered. do you need me to take care of you?"
"yes, please," you begged, wiggling impatiently in her arms. tendrils of purple magic snaked around you, tickling your skin and preventing you from moving any more.
"much better," agatha hummed as she restrained you. she laughed seeing your helpless face. "don't pout. i'm going to touch you, make you feel so nice. but you need to sit still and take it like a good girl."
you nodded, and she rewarded you by vanishing your top. she took your breasts in her hands and kneaded them, working her way to your nipples. when she rolled them between her fingers, you yelped.
"shhh, i know, you're so sensitive," she cooed as she toyed with you. "you're in for a treat, babygirl. have you ever used your powers to play with yourself?"
she knew the answer. of course you hadn't. you didn't even know how. but she reveled in the way your face scrunched up in wanton embarrassment at the mention of touching yourself.
"allow me to demonstrate," she said, removing her hands from your nipples and whispering a latin word under her breath. you gasped when a purple buzz settled on your buds, replicating agatha's touch without physical contact. "feels good, hm?"
you merely whined and tried to grind against her, frustrated when you couldn't move an inch. she seemed to know what you needed, though, as your skirt then disappeared in a flash of violet.
"as much as i love that little skirt on you, honey, it's in the way of what i really want to see," agatha drawled, and you held your breath with the anticipation. with no warning, she gently lifted your hips up toward her, leaned down, and latched onto your clit through your panties.
"oh my god!" you moaned as she suckled through the fabric, putting delicious pressure on your bundle of nerves. then she sat up again and returned you to your position on her lap, once again whispering the incantation to continue stimulating your clit.
"i'm flattered, but there's no god here. just me," she smirked, watching you writhe in tortured pleasure. "alright, superstar, you with me? watch this."
she held two of her fingers up to your eye level, and your eyes grew wide as her fingertips lit up. with a predatory grin, she thrusted her fingers upwards, and you felt them inside you. you couldn't suppress your sinful moan.
"don't you see how powerful we are? i'm not even touching you, and you can feel me in your pretty little pussy," she mused, drunk on her power over you. "and if i do this," she curled her fingers just right, and you screamed as she stroked your special spot, "i can feel you squeezing me. like a tiny piece of heaven."
while her fingers continued thrusting and curling, her power pumping in and out of you, she used her other hand to explore every inch of your body. she touched you like you were the most precious work of art, a soft and delicate masterpiece in her arms. her touch and her magic were all over you, and you felt yourself getting close to the edge.
"won't be long now. you're so easy, sweetness," she sang proudly. her free thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles on it, direct touch compounding the pleasure from her magical suction. not even a minute later, your release swept over you. "there you go."
when you came, agatha lifted the restraints so she could watch your legs shake and your core convulse. she kept pumping her fingers until she heard you whimper helplessly, squirming away from her invisible touch. she then withdrew the magical stimulation and ran her palms up and down your sides to comfort you.
"how was that, sunshine?" she smiled as she checked in with you. you gave her a breathless kiss, pouring all of your passion and admiration for the older woman into her mouth. her eyes sparkled with adoration as she looked at you, fucked out and struggling to stay upright in her lap. she inched closer to whisper against your lips. "i want to fuck you."
you weren't entirely sure what she meant, but you knew from your recent mind-blowing orgasm that anything was possible through magic. you started to get antsy in her lap again. you stood up on shaky legs and started toward the bedroom.
"don't be silly, superstar," agatha laughed as she effortlessly raised you into the air until you were hovering bridal-style in her arms.
agatha swiftly brought you up the stairs and into her bedroom. she laid you down on the bed and nudged your legs apart with her magic before retreating to the closet.
"do you know what this is, princess?" agatha asked, emerging from the closet with a large purple strap-on dildo in hand. you swallowed thickly at the sheer size of it and nodded your head.
"it's a strap-on," you replied sheepishly.
"correct, smart girl. this is a very special strap-on, though. do you know why?"
"no, ma'am."
"well, i want you to think of it as my cock. because when i put on the harness," she snapped her fingers and the strap was secured between her legs, "i can feel everything."
she gave the dildo a few rough strokes and groaned to illustrate her point. you trembled in anticipation. agatha was going to take you with the biggest cock you'd ever seen. and she would be able to feel the warmth, the wetness, the fluttering of your most intimate place with her own flesh. you unconsciously spread your legs wider.
"ready for me?" agatha crawled on top of you and dragged the tip of her cock through your messy folds, getting it lubricated. you nodded tentatively. "i'll be gentle. wouldn't want to break my delicate little flower. at least, not yet."
the second her tip breached your entrance, you inhaled sharply. it was going to be a tight fit, even though you were soaked. agatha recognized your discomfort and leaned down to kiss your lips sweetly. with another latin whisper, you felt those soft kisses all over your body, on every part of you all at once—even your clit. this relaxed you, and agatha gave you a few more inches.
"you're so tight," the older woman breathed, marveling at the sensation of feeling your wet warmth around her. "and all mine, little witch. you'd like to be mine, wouldn't you? i'd dress you every day in those mini skirts and no panties, play with this pussy all day long."
agatha's words worked exactly as she intended. you lost yourself in the hazy fantasy of being hers, and she penetrated you all the way. you both cursed as she bottomed out.
"good girl, taking my cock so well, letting me fill you up. let me just..." she trailed off and pulled out before thrusting back in at a new angle, hitting your g-spot and conjuring stars behind your eyes. "there she is."
once she knew you were okay, agatha seemed to lose the last of her restraint. she fucked you fast and rough, slamming her tip into your sweet spot on every thrust. she forced her cock even deeper by pinning your knees to your chest with her powers. then she snapped her fingers and the suction was back on your clit, only three times more powerful than before.
"come on my cock, y/n," agatha commanded, sending you flying into an orgasm. this one felt different from the first one, like a spark in your core spreading into an uncontrollable fire throughout your body. your legs jerked and your face twisted up, and the sight of you sent agatha over the edge too. you felt her hot release coat your walls, satiating you.
agatha pulled out of you and coaxed you to sit up, at which point you noticed the mess. a glowing purple liquid seeped out from between your legs, and agatha's midsection was dripping with clear liquid... wait, was that glowing too? the yellow aura looked unnatural, almost neon.
"rule number three," agatha chuckled, sensing your confusion. "don't be alarmed when things start glowing. comes with the territory, dear."
"how did that...?" you wondered aloud.
"well, for me it was an artistic choice. some women really enjoy the idea of me coming inside them, so i added a special enchantment to make their dreams come true," she explained. then her face broke into a smug grin. "and you, my darling, you squirted. it's not a magical experience on its own, but apparently it was for you."
your eyes followed her hands as she gestured to the glimmering evidence of your climax.
"have you ever done that before?" she asked while waving her hands in the air. before she finished the sentence, you were both suddenly clean and wearing fresh pajamas, warm like they'd just been in the dryer.
"no," you admitted, still a bit shy after losing control so dramatically. agatha hummed and pulled you close, and you grew drowsy while she cuddled you.
"oh, sweet daisy girl. i still have so much to show you."
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I don’t know if you write about about Agatha Harkness but I would love to see Aggs with sick reader. Agatha tries to take care of her but panics because reader is the most valuable thing she has 😊
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〚 Summary - You get sick, Agatha tries to make it better. 〛
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“You okay over there?” A soft voice pulled you out of your daydream, “You’ve hardly said two words since we got home.”
Your girlfriend was standing in the doorway with a concerned look on her face. Her dark hair was neatly arranged, and her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of worry and affection behind them as a thin furrow creased her brow.
You offered her a small smile as you nodded, "I'm alright, today was just really tiring," You said, in reference to the day you'd both spent hiking together. While that was partly true, the majority of your silence could easily be pinned down to the scratchiness which had formed at the back of your throat a few hours ago - but you didn't want to worry her with that.
“Hmm, if you say so,” She replied, clearly not entirely convinced by your response, “You know, I can always whip up a little something to soothe those tired muscles of yours if you fancy.”
That did sound tempting, you had no idea how she did it, but Agatha always managed to make some sort of concoction which would almost always help. The first few times she’d offered you were worried her remedies would have you turning blue or growing a second head, but you’d come to learn that being in a relation with a skilled witch had their advantages.
“That’d be really nice Aggs,” You nodded to which your girlfriend smiled widely in excitement before turning on her heels as she hurried off to make something.
In the meantime, you sank further into the sofa. Only getting up to grab one of the knitted blankets you kept in a basket before returning back to your original position. As you settled back down, your small orange kitty purred and came to curl up on your lap. The pair of you taken her in a year ago and she never failed to cheer you up.
As you closed your eyes, the exhaustion from the day's activities combined with the soothing warmth of the blanket and the gentle purring of your cat began to lull you into a drowsy state. The hazy evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room as you drifted off to sleep.
Not too long later, Agatha returned to the room, proudly holding a steaming cup in her hands, “Here you go dear, I made-” She paused her eyes lingering on your peaceful form, smiling innocently as she watched you slept.
But the concern she had felt earlier only grew stronger as she saw the flush which had settled on your cheeks, a contrast to your pale skin. She placed the mug on a nearby table and approached you, looking over your features with worry.
"You're not well," Agatha murmured to herself, her fingers gently brushing against your forehead. The heat radiating from her you sent a shiver of worry down Agatha's spine. A small purple glow came through her fingertips before she continued, "You've got a fever. Why didn’t you say something darling?” She sighed to herself before, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you continued to sleep.
After debating what to do, Agatha carefully picked up your sleeping form, cradling you in her arms as if you were the most fragile treasure. With a soft, worried expression, she carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed and tucking you in and smiling as the orange kitty followed suit and came to lay alongside you.
“They’ll be okay Penny, don’t worry.” She whispered to the cat, but it was more so to herself than anything before she returned to the living room, her mind racing with thoughts and plans. She needed to bring your fever down and make you comfortable, that was first on the agenda.
Agatha began rummaging through her collection of herbs and potions, her hands moving with practiced precision. She mixed together a concoction designed to bring down your fever, her brow furrowing as she concentrated, trying to remind calm despite the panic settled beneath her skin – you were far too important to her.
Returning to the bedroom, Agatha sat beside you, carefully lifting your head and helping you sip the potion. "Come on, my love, you need to drink this for me please," She urged gently, her voice a soothing murmur. You stirred slightly, groggily complying, the taste slightly bitter but not unbearable.
Agatha stayed by your side, dabbing your forehead with a damp cloth and murmuring sweet nothings as you dozed off and on. As the evening turn to night the room was enveloped in a tranquil hush, broken only by the occasional muffled sounds of Agatha's soft humming and the rhythmic purring of the orange kitty nestled beside you.
The hours passed by in a blur, the fever slowly relenting under the influence of Agatha's potion and care. Your sleep was restless, punctuated by moments of discomfort and delirium, but Agatha remained a steadfast presence by your side. She continued to adjust your blankets, occasionally waking you up to take sips of the cool water she’d retrieved before stroking your head as she lulled you back down to sleep.
Before long the first light of dawn painted the sky with shades of pink and gold, and when you woke up, your fever had finally broken. Your eyelids fluttered open, and you found yourself staring into Agatha's loving gaze. She smiled warmly; relief evident in her eyes.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," she whispered, her fingers brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "How are you feeling?"
Your voice was a mere whisper, hoarse from the earlier scratchiness, but you managed a small smile. "Better… thanks to you."
Agatha's smile widened, and she leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I'm just glad you're on the mend now love. You had me worried there for a while."
You shifted slightly, wincing as your muscles protested the movement. Agatha was quick to help you find a more comfortable position, her touch gentle and soothing. "You still need to rest," she advised, her tone firm yet caring, "But I’m going to right here by your side.”
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synopsis: You are lucky. At least, that's what you've spent your whole life believing. After the blip, seeing what the world has become, you finally understood: you were a witch. Afraid of what that meant, you decided to isolate yourself. It would be safer for everyone. You just didn't think you would end up in a sitcom. Or that you wouldn't be the only person to realize that. [6K]
warnings: agatha fantasize about killing you (you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid). mutual hate to reluctant allies to future lovers. sunshine x grumpy. murder (but only if you really think about it. so just don't). reality stone powers. what if... manifesting was a power. probability control. post-blip. discovering powers. blue magic!reader. reader is pretty much a reckless being to the point there is a borderline suicide attempt. curse words. female!reader. wanda maximoff. pietro maximoff (dead). geraldine (monica rambeau). dottie (sarah proctor).
Some people have difficult lifes. Some people need to work hard and don't even get what they want. Some people always lose. Don't matter what they do, don't matter how much they try. Of course you feel terrible sorry for them. You just can't relate.
You don't have the time to count how many times you heard stories about people hating their new haircut. That must be sooo awful. Or that myth that some people don't like how they look in front of a dressing room mirror. And imagine how painful it must be to break a nail.
You can't even imagine how complicated this might be. Life is just... easier for you. You collect coincidences, are best friend with chance, can guess the writings of fate. What else can you say? You're lucky. Very, very lucky.
Yes, you don't know how it feels to miss a bus. And yes, you quickly got a new, better job everytime you got fired. And yes, it's true, you are guilty. At least if having what you want, how you want it, when you want it is considered a crime.
But apparently you are not that lucky.
Because all those things... they don't really matter. Your life wouln't end if you got one or two B grades at school. And breaking a nail probably isn't that painful. At least you think so. Having a bad haircut must be a... humble experience. Working in a horrible job because money is the only thing that separates you from death must be a traumatic lifestyle, but you can do it. You can. Yes, you totally can.
There was only one moment that you needed to be lucky — you didn't want to, you didn't prefer if you were, you had to. You needed to be lucky, you needed to. And in the only moment that really mattered... all that lucky just vanished.
And it only took one snap.
In a moment, you were trying on the earrings you saw through a shop window. Swarovski. You didn't intend on buying it, dear lord, you just wanted to see how they would look on you. Black swans in pavé on two-centimeter pearls. They cost more than half your salary.
And when you turned around to ask if you could try on the white swan pair, all you saw was an abandoned storefront.
There were no more display windows, no more sparkling crystal, no more saleswomen with bright smiles and elegant attitudes. There were no other customers, no mirrors, no white light. No furniture, no movement, no life. Empty. Countertops smeared with dust. Sheets covered the display cases, but dim light filtered through them.
That must be a weird dream. You pinched yourself and the pain surprised you. You could hear your heartbeat, feel your hair tickling your face and your mouth drying. Awake. Alive.
You guess that, well, that mean those earrings... are yours now?
Slowly, you walked to the locked door. The moment you grabbed the dusty doorknob it broke in your hand and the door opened by itself. The light blinded you when you left the store.
Everything was different. Completely different. It wasn't in that street you walked on earlier. These cars... you've never seen anything like this before. And why is it getting dark? You were on your way to work, it's still early. Why it is so dark out of sudden?
Then you noticed the powder... no. Not powder. This was different. These particles came together and in moments there was a person in front of you.
You... No. No. That's not happening. You're not... Nothing made sense. Nothing was right. Your heart began to ache in your chest, your heartbeats deafened you, your mind no longer knew what to imagine.
Horns woke you up. You were in the middle of the street. Have you been walking? You don't remember moving. You tried to cross the avenue, but there were so many cars. Some managed to stop, causing others to hit their rear. Some drivers swerved to the side and ended up hitting other cars.
When you reached the sidewalk, there was only chaos left behind you. And you didn't have a single scratch.
You're lucky, you always knew that, but this... This is not a coincidence. This is not chance. Something is really wrong.
It didn't took you that long to understand what happened. Five years for others, mere seconds for you. For days you felt like you were trapped in a nightmare. But there was one thing that kept you on your feet. One thing that stopped you from going batshit crazy.
Your luck. Or, well, something else. Entirely. You can't call it luck anymore. It's a Thing. A Thing that helps you, that protect you, that shapes the world around you.
Little by little, you started to notice things. How you never got sick. How you don't remember feeling pain. You just don't. Nothing bad really happened to you. Your life wasn't perfect, and certainly you don't enjoy being blipped for five years, but before that nothing bad happened to you.
And the world has changed a lot. Its been so long since powerful people started to show up. And you saw somethings. They were really so different between one another, from a nordic deity to a rich genius, but they were more than normal people. And since you come back, you think you might be more too.
So you made a decision. And you assume it was reckless. You assume it may have gone really wrong. But you never were know by your caution.
You started to test that Thing. You started to try it out. To play with its limits. To see at what point it would stop working. At what moment it would break.
You crossed the street without looking. Let knives fall towards your feet. Went to places without knowing how you would get out of there. Ignored police warnings. Touched bloodstained blades. Walked towards the subway stop. Took off your belt during turbulence in the plane.
You did everything you could, but it just wasn't enough. Not enough to prove that something wrong was happening to you. So you did something else. Something stupid. Something so uterly reckless that it was borderline a suicide attempt. Something that, if you survived, would mean that you were right.
You had no idea it was so easy to climb over the railing of a bridge and hang over the river. Shouldn't it have some kind of protection? What if someone tried to do something to themselves?
You hesitated. You prayed. And then you jumped.
In your defense...
You have none.
Except that you didn't fell into the water.
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Westview wasn't on Agatha's initials plans. She didn't plan on going to a bankrupt small town in the middle of nowhere. Agatha could be anywhere, doing anything, but she sensed it. The power. The desolation. The inexperience.
It was such a strong presence it seemed like a trap. Agatha couldn't help but to give it a chance. The reward was worth the risk.
When she saw the hex, Agatha couldn't help but feel hunger. Crossing the deep layer that separed the town from the rest of the world, Agatha was able to read the signs. Read the project signature so to speak. That made her giggle in antecipation.
Agatha got so melancholic when Thanos snapped and Wanda Maximoff was turned to dust. She had so much potential. Within good condition and time, Wanda could grow. She could become stronger, wiser, effective. Agatha always wanted to drein it from her.
Now she has the chance.
And that's how she became Agnes, the nosy neighbor. She enjoyed the black & while aesthetic, and its been long since Agatha got the chance to have fun with her prey. Pretending to help Wanda with her special dinner, Agatha settle everything for her to fail. For her to wake up from this humiliating dream and left those stupid things behind.
She assumes that making Mrs. Hart beg for Wanda to stop was a little too much. Agatha thought she needed to be abrupt, sudden, but it's not the case. That dinner was too much. Agatha needs to be more subtle, more unerving.
There was the moment she came up with Dottie. Intimidating, but not violent. Assertive, but not too aware of her surroundings. Confrontational, but too busy to focus on something.
Dottie was the perfect character to ruin Wanda's ilusion. It was suppossed to create just the right amount of fear and anxiety to make Wanda stop that bullshit. It was suppossed to be the end of Agatha's struggle and the beginning of Wanda's. It was suppossed to be so many things.
But you.
Disobedient, friendly, conciliatory you.
"We only have a few hours until show time", Dottie picked on Wanda's distraction as quickly as she could. Such a great pawn. "So a little less cross chatter and a little more focus."
Wanda tried to hide her embarrass. When she was about to say something, you placed your glass on the table, drawing everyone's attention to you.
"I agree with Geraldine. Those are some really nice pants, dear", you smiled to Wanda. Looking at Dottie, your smile seem to grow even bigger. "Please, go on, Dottie. It's an honor to count with you to bring a smile to those little boys and girls. For the children."
"For the children", the women spoke in unison. Except by Wanda, who was followed by a laugh track. The same thing happened during the round of palm.
Whenever Dottie was about to make Wanda uncomfortable, you found a away to step in. You pest. You kept on smiling at the wrong moment, reassuring Wanda whenever she couldn't understand a social clue, making Dottie laugh and lose track of what she was saying.
Agatha was so close of snapping your neck. She could see life escaping from your eyes, your warm blood against her skin, your pain emanating until there were no you anymore. Agatha didn't care if you weren't her target, if she wouldn't take any power from you: she wanted to see you dead.
But Wanda would notice your abscence on this stupid nightmarish town.
So Agatha tried to stop you. To lure you into being quiet, into being mean to Wanda, into saying you needed to go. Apparently Wanda's desire for you to be the kind, young neighbor was too strong. Perhaps Agatha thought too little of her.
What Agatha didn't know was that she'd also underestimated you.
As soon as Wanda wasn't near she grabbed your wrist and pulled you to a more private place. "Stop talking", Agatha said through her teeth. "And don't be near Wanda."
Your smile was filled with distrust, but she didn't notice it. "Sure, Agnes", your sweet words were almost replaced by an incredulous laugh, but you managed to hold back. You blinked to her, still into your character. "As you wish."
You watched as that lying bitch went closer to whisper something on Sarah's ear. No. You have to make sure to remember to call them by their fake names. So you watched as that lying bitch whispered something on Dottie's ear.
You did as Agnes — or whatever her name is — said, but not because she could control you. You did it because you had a lot of questions, and you knew that being subtle was your only way to maybe get some answers.
You're getting to know Wanda. Trying to understand if she has control of what is happening. If she even understands what she's doing. Wanda is a hero. She saved so many, fought so much, lost more than someone should ever. Your know that someone must be controling her. Using her. You just don't understand for what.
But why that fucker was pretending to be part of that town? Agnes wasn't here before. She wasn't here even at the time this whole magic trap started. Why did she entered the town? What did she expect to get from here? Why she is stronger than your neighbors?
Agnes isn't the only intruder. Geraldine also is not from here, but she don't seem to get a say into what happens. Agnes ordered you to do what she wanted, Geraldine seem like someone trying to get information. While one treated you like a brain-washed puppet ready to obey, the other tried to understand why you were in this situation.
And honestly, you also don't really know. At the time it seem like a wise decision. But now... Now it just looks like you're unlucky. And you never thought you would believe such a thing.
Your powers were the reason why you runaway from NYC. Not even a million dollars would made you stay there, not now that you are so sure you have powers. It would be only a matter of time for you to end up drawing atention. This city looks like it has magnets to super villains. You didn't want to fight anyone, to be part of any group, to fear for you and your loved ones safety.
Moving on was great. You got your house in such a great deal. And in Westview you can really breath in. The world is crumbling, the blip made everything worse, but there... There you feel like a person, not like a being that lost five years of your life. You felt a little bit less empty.
You planted blue lilies. You didn't know you had a talent for gardening, it was a nice surprise. Sarah Proctor and her daughter welcomed you with chocolate cake and cherries. Your favorite. For the first time in your life you bought a welcome mat. Sharon — now Mrs. Hart — became your gossip buddy.
It was nice there. Westview was a good place to grow up and rest a little bit. You would even say it was perfect. Until it happened.
At first you thought it was just a weird sensation. You had weird dreams, dreams that looked like someone else's memories. It was entering in rooms someone had just left. Or knowing that someone is just waiting for you to get out of a room to enter it. It was words that didn't felt like yours, actions that didn't felt like yours, clothes that didn't felt like yours.
You felt trapped, but couldn't see your jail. Today you woke up after a nightmare that wasn't yours, put on clothes you never saw, and walked towards a neighbors meeting you didn't know would happen. And in that moment, when you saw Wanda entering the club area all your neighbors were silently waiting for her, you woke up.
You could hear Wanda whispering into your mind. Sending you directions of what to do, what to say, what to think. After you started to help Wanda you could also hear Agnes' instructions, normally going against Wanda's ones. They wanted different things from you. Wanda wanted empathy, Agnes wanted you away from the avenger.
So you gave them both what they wanted.
You didn't talk to Wanda for the rest of the meeting or got near her. But whenever you felt that she was scared, or uncomfortable, you just did something to draw atention to you. Dropped a glass, spoke louder than you should, fell into the pool.
For Wanda, you were the comic relieve she needed. For Agnes, you kinda of behaved.
"Wanda", Dottie called the redhead when she was almost getting out of the pool area. Wanda came back with a bright smile and anxious eyes. "You were selected to clean the area today."
"I'm so lucky to help", Wanda's smile got even bigger. So obviously fake. "Who else will help me?"
"No one", Dottie blinked. "It's work for one woman."
"I can help", you raised your hand. "Two brains are better than one, and four hands get the job done."
Before anyone could speak, you felt arms getting intertwined with yours. Agnes gave your forearm a gentle squeeze, her flashy smile catching your attention. "Haven't you agreed on helping me with my presentation? If I depended on Ralph's help I know for sure that everything would just explode."
You forced an sweet laugh, pretending to know what she's talking about. "Sorry, Wanda. But the next time you're selected, I gonna help you for sure."
"It will be soon", Dottie whispered. "Now you both should finish your own presentation. And don't forget-"
"For the children", you three shouted at the same time.
That made Dottie relax a little bit. Poor, Sarah. It may be something your mind made up, but you see melancholia on her eyes. She must be so scared. If everyone here can also hear Wanda's instructions and nightmares, than she's also so tired.
Will the Avengers came to help? Will they save everyone and defeat whoever is controling Wanda? Do they even know this is happening?
What can you do? What should you do?
Agatha started walking, what made you do the same. You kept yourself quiet, unsure if this curse made Westview' citizens stay in their character even if they are away from Wanda. You forced a smile, just in case.
"I'm guessing Ralph isn't a helpful..."
Agatha held your wrist, her nails marking into your skin. "Quiet", she ordered. You chose to do as she said. And you did it with a smile.
Walking throught the neighborhood, Agatha didn't even knew she was making you a favor. You spend the last days locked into the same scenario, and just now you could understand what was happening to your brain. With Agatha forcing you to follow her, she gave you the chance to see how things are going.
Even without Wanda near, all your neighbors acted how they were suppossed to. Infinite smiles, chores done perfectly, key phrasew repeating here and there. But the more you walk, the more haunted this town seems. The more lifeless it is.
And when you almost thought this all may be just a bad dream, Agatha pulled you against a wall. Surprised, you didn't knew how to react when she grabbed you by your chin.
"Wanda worked a lot on you." Her eyes glowed with a deep purple tone. Her hands were warm against your skin. "So obedient to her, so difficult to work with." Agatha looked into your eyes. It was so difficult to keep on looking at her, but you did it anyway. "I'll love to break you."
Before you could open your mouth, she touched your forehead and a electric wave passed through your body. When you opened your eyes again, Agatha was still in front of you. But her eyes, her forest green eyes, were lifeless.
And with a certainty you never expected to have you just knew: Agatha was into your mind. You could feel her wandering. Exploring. Trying to find a breaking point hidden inside of you and destroy it.
And you just couldn't just let her do whatever she wanted to you.
You didn't knew how your magic works. You don't know if you can be considered a witch. All you know is that reality bends towards your needs and desires. So you did the only thing that has always worked for you.
You thought about what you want to happens. You desired it with all your being, closed your eyes and begged to have what is yours, and waited. So you waited.
And before you could say hocus pocus, Agatha blinked. She spend a few seconds just looking around, completely lost. It remember you of all the times as kid where you woke up in your bed, so scared and confused because you had slept on the couch.
"I was", Agatha dry tone come out. Not those high pitches she uses to appear friendly, her real voice. It was so different. So mature and certain. "What was I doing?"
"I thought you were about to kiss me", you still used your fake tone. "I'm not Ralph, sweetie!"
Agatha stared at you, but this time you didn't feel threaned. You just felt seen. She looked at every detail, not caring about the time she was wasting. Agatha analized your eyes, looking deep into your soul. Her gaze seem to carress your skin, shivers went down your spine. Agatha eyes landed on you mouth for a second, and then came back to your eyes.
"Yes." Agatha like she has touched something secured and received a chock. "You're nothing like him." It wasn't a fight nor a battle, but she felt like she lose one. "What are you?"
Something glimpsed in your eyes, Agatha was sure she seem it. Did her little tricky woke you up from Wanda's magic? But at the moment she was sure something happened to you, that same bright smile came back to your face. "Clearly not Ralph", your forced laugh hurted Agatha's ear.
Agatha made you follow her, but this time she didn't felt the need to be violent. Her silence wasn't a threat, but a sign that she was thinking. Maybe Wanda is stronger than she thought. Maybe she was able to create a protection barrier in some of her play things.
But that does not change what she saw in your life yes. When Agatha made sure Dottie would behave, for a few minutes she saw pure fear. Dottie tried everything to get help, then everything to get away from her. But you... She didn't saw fear.
She saw determination.
When you both got near to your house, right in front of Wanda's, everything was normal again. Neighbors talking more, their gestures making sense, their eyes not showing any emotion. Wanda must be at her house now, so life quickly decided to follow her steps.
At your doorframe, you took the keys from your pockets and unlocked the door. "Do you already know what you will do for the talent show? I'm really good with flowers, but I don't think it can be of any help."
"I won't do anything", Agatha didn't noticed she answered you. A few minutes before she would ignore you, but this time she just talked back. "See you in the next scene."
When you closed your door, you locked it really slowly. When nothing happened, you breathe in and tried to calm yourself. Everything is okay. You can do it.
You need to.
On her way out of the entrance of your house, Agatha noticed the blue lilies — they were black and white, but Agatha knows they're blue just as she knows that Wanda's flowers are red and hers are purple.
It wasn't just a fabricated line. You really are good with flowers.
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Your usually don't notice the decades changing.
The last time it happened everything was still black and white and you could hear laugh tracks from inside your house. You thought you were on a Lucy episode, the moment you realized it wasn't the case was when you found pants on your wardrobe.
Althought Wanda changed everything — and you have a theory that she does it at her sleep, not even aware of what is happening —, you still found little ways to retain your autonomy wherever it happened.
Like those pants. Their tissue was too thick, it didn't feel nice. You prefer when it is more silky. So you put them on your wardrobe and closed the doors, imagining what you wanted them to be.
When you opened it again, they were perfect.
Your powers don't look like the witch movies you grew up watching, nor with the things you know Wanda can do. You don't cast spells, no one taugh you magic, you don't have black cats waiting for you at your house. But you do have a way with changing reality.
And, yes, it can be seen as a selfish act. Like when your hair was cut during your sleep. You took a bath and your hair grew while you washed it. Easy, peasy. Mostly selfish, but you also use it to help your neighbors.
You restored your neighbors clothes. You know it worked because you saw Sarah using her worn out mom jeans at her bedroom during the 60's. And you also shut Wanda's mind. Now they can have dreamless sleeps. All those horrible nightmares now are only hers. And yours.
Wanda has a lot of them. About her parents, her brother, her husband. She's always suffering, remembering her bombered country, her days at Hydra, her moments with the Avengers. A monster after another, a death after another.
You could feel melancholy taking over your body, rising like static through your legs and freezing your mind. It is impossible to speak, move, change something. It's disabling. Is this how Wanda feels?
Is this how Wanda always feels?
You wanted to be able to help her, to fix everything, but you never have a chance to be alone with her. Maybe if you could only talk to her, not playing a character or trying to fool her, you can do something. Just a genuine sign of kindness, of care, of worry. A friend. Maybe this all she needs. A good friend.
But they are always following her. Vision — you were so sure he died, but now you don't know if you can trust the things you heard —, Dottie, Mrs Hart. Geraldine. She is still a question mark for you, but you feel she have good intentions. But it wasn't just them. It would be so easier to make them go away. The real problem is Agnes.
You're sure she's plotting something. You know that. Maybe there is someone hidden in this town and Agnes is using Wanda's powers to found them. Maybe she's dreining her. Or she's being paid to do that. You wished you were smarter. Than you may have already found a way to stop her.
But what can you do? What could you ever do to those help people? You don't know how to fight, how to protect you, how to protect them. You don't even really know what exactly you are. What scares you is... what if this is all you can do? What if this is your best? That all you are able to do is make them sleep better at night?
That night you went to be wishing for someone to taugh you how to use your magic. You desired it with all your heart. And in some ways your wish was granted. But not how you wanted. Not how you expected.
It was as easy to noticed when it changed to the 70's as to hear the babies' crying from Wanda's house. When you got there, accompanied by your closest neighbors, the next hour where the scariest of your life. You've never felt so uncomfortable, small, impotent. And you have your reasons to be sure about it:
1) Wanda wasn't pregnant the day prior her labor;
2) Those babies were way older than just a few hours;
3) Geraldine was at her house and now she is nowhere to be found;
4) You have a husband.
And that is way more than you can take. Isn't enough all the anguish you're going through enough? All this concern, fear, hopelessness? Apparently you are the only person that could do something, but you can't and this is killing you. And now this. This!
He followed you everywhere. Talked to everyone. Held Billy and Tommy while implying that you both would be the next couple to have kids. He even tried to kiss you!
And no matter when it was finally night and you went to your house: he kept on following you. Calling you love. You did all you could, screamed at him and slapped him across the face,but it never worked: he ate dinner with you, walked around your house with you, went to sleep with you.
His snoring kept you awake all night.
You knew that being subtle was the best choice, but your bondaries have been crossed a long time ago and now you can't take it anymore. That's enough.
"My husband will dissappear", you murmured to yourself. You kept on saying this again, and again, and again. A new mantra, your own way to fall asleep.
You had a dream, and in this dream you were a witness.
You saw two kids. They were young, their faces so rounded, you couldn't help but to smile. They were watching something, a old soap opera where someone finally revealed their true identity. One of the kids, the little boy with naive eyes, gasped so loud you almost got scared.
You only looked at her when the little boy stared at the other side of the couch. Somehow you knew that he wanted a confimation that this was really as surprising as he thought. But when you looked at the redhead girl, all you saw was a blank expression.
She wasn't bored. You knew that. She was just sad. Filled with melancholy, she glared at the TV but didn't really payed attention.
The little boy got up. He was what, four eyes old? Maybe five. He left the room, keeping the sad girl even more apathetic on her seat. Time passed, the commercials started, and when the boy came back he was holding a glass.
"Your happy juice", said the kid. He reached for his sister, waking her up from her daydreaming.
"What?"
"You are sad", the boy explained. She took the glass from him, it was so full some drops fell on the couch. "And you always smile when you drink your juice. I want to see you happy again."
"Thank you", the girl smiled, and it reached her whole face. It was like a breeze passed through her, taking all the sadness with it. She drank everything in two big sips. "Now lets clean the mess you made at the kitchen, Pietro."
You woke up with tears running down your cheeks. You touched them, your hands trembling against your face, and imagined Wanda doing the same thing.
With lights turned on, you saw that you were alone. Barefeet, you wandered around your house. No one was there. You were alone. Just like Wanda. Lonely, confused, hurt.
Back in your room, you saw by your window that Wanda's bedroom. And you saw the lights turned on.
You didn't planned anything when you get out of your house and runned towards hers. You just knockes on the door, using all your strenght, and screamed her name until your throat ached.
Wanda was in need of a friend. A true one. And you can be that person. You can be her person.
When someone touched your shoulder, all did was shiver. "What do you think you're doing?" Agatha was right behind you, so close you could feel her warmth.
You tried to clean the tears marking your face. "I had a nightmare", you whispered. You couldn't think of a good lie, so you told her a half truth.
Agatha sighed. She's getting tired of this mess Wanda created. Nightmares, really? She should've be able to control them. "Come with me", she ordered.
You didn't move an inch.
Before you could even understand what was happening, something pulled you. Not a hand, not a body. Looking down, you saw a purple energy around your waist. It made you float, following Agatha as she walked towards your house.
She only let you free in your living room. You fell on the couch and immediately try to go back to Wanda's house. Without even looking at you, Agatha locked the front door. "Don't try me, sweetie."
Agatha touched the photos hanging on your wall. Real photos, with real people. She touched your friends smiles, pouted at your childhood friends, slid her fingers throught your degree. Her eyes land on a photo of you in front of the house you're in now.
"Damn", Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "You're new here? How unlucky you need to be so this happens right when you move in?"
You didn't answer her. Agatha turned her head, glaring at you on your nightgown. "It will end soon. Don't worry so much."
You swallowed hard. "Why do you say that?"
Agatha noticed your voice wasn't a high pitch. No pretty words, pretty expressions. Just you, with traces of tears on your face and a real question. "She will be done soon."
"And when will you be done?"
Agatha crossed her arms. "You're a really talktive puppet", she got closer to you. Agatha was taller than you, and she seen stronger too. You felt vulnerable under her watch, but not scared. You don't have time for that anymore. "You really will never behave?"
You breath in, closed your eyes, and gave her the best smile you could. "I need to sleep, Agnes. Good night, girl!"
Without giving her time to say something, you went up the stairs. You don't want her at your house, touching your things, messing with your life. You entered your room, turned off the lights, and when you were about to lay down her voice came back to haunt you.
"Where's your husband?" Agatha asked you.
Fuck.
"On the bathroom."
"No. He's not." Agatha pointed at the open door. "Where's he?"
"Well, I-", you sttutered. You never did that before, and Agrha noticed it. Agatha understood it. "He must be doing something in the garage. You know, men and their endless projects."
Agatha smiled at you. "Sure." She turned around, and you turned your back to her. You heard the sound of the door closing, the silence lingered, but you knew. Agatha was still there. This stupid chase reached its end. "What's your coven?"
You sighed and sat down on the bed. Agatha managed to see you, without any trace of acting or pretending. She saw your tiredness, frustration, impatience. You tucked your hair behind your ear and rubbed your eyes. "I have no idea what that means."
Purple cables attached themselves to your limbs. They were made of the same energy that forced you to return home. They pulled you, stretching your members, glowing against your skin. "Who are you?"
"Oh, don't you know?" Even though it was the worst thing to do, you provoked her. "You couldn't find anything in my mind, witch? Was that what you did to Wanda? Did you mess with her head so you could control this town?"
Agatha stepped closer to you. Instead of screaming at you, using her magic to hurt you, she did something pretty simple. She laughed. At you. "You think that was me?"
"You're using Wanda."
"Oh, sweetie", Agatha held you by your chin. Even with all the lights off, her eyes seen to shine. She carressed your skin. "Your hero is the one doing that. I'm only trying to stop her."
"No", you defended her. "Wanda would never do that."
"Can you tell me who's nightmare woke you up then? Who's desires are being attended by this act? Who's dead husband is alive?" Agatha touched your hair gently. "Done thinking already? I gonna give one more chance of saying the truth. Who are you?"
There was nothing you could do. No wish that would change Agatha's memory. That was the end of his little theatrics. And if this really is the end, you will not die in despair. You won't die begging. If this is the end, then so be it.
"You already know my name. If you want to know what I am, I won't be able to give you that answer. I don't know what I am. I can't cast spells, no one taught me magic. I don't even know what is happening here. So if you want to kill me, just do it already."
With your eyes closed, you were at peace. No one could say you didn't try. That you didn't want to change the situation for the better. Waiting for pain, the mercy of a quick pain or the sadism of a slow one, the strands of energy disappeared. Slowly you fell onto the bed, the feeling was like waking up from a bad dream.
When you opened your eyes, Agatha had her hand outstretched to you. You hesitated, but accepted the touch. She helped you sit down, and it was impossible to silence the question. "You're not going to kill me, Agnes?"
"Agatha", she corrected you. It was a pretty name. "You want to save this city, don't you?" Agatha asked. That was the first time you felt like she actually cared about the answer.
"More than anything."
"Good." Agatha breath in. "So help me make Wanda wake up from this scripted nightmare. Make it end and you will have your town back. As well as your life."
You blinked a few times. "Why are you offering me this?"
"The people of this city are useless to me. Their life or death doesn't hurt me or make me happy. I don't strive to hurt them in the same way I don't strive to save them. But I need Wanda to wake up. For her understand reality. Be my partner, do what I ask, and your life will be yours again. I think offering you this is a purely logical decision", Agatha extended her hand to you with the intention of sealing this contract. "Or maybe this is just your lucky day."
You didn't know if that was a genuine response from Agatha or her desire manifesting itself. You didn't know if Agatha cared about Wanda, if she was trustworthy, if what she promised you was true. You didn't know who Agatha was, what she wanted, how she would treat you. You didn't know so much.
Lucky day. Yeah, that part kind of makes sense.
You shook Agatha's hand. "We have a deal."
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a/n: this was not requested but I couldn't for the life of me get the idea out of my head. this can be considered a dark!fic bc of the events and plot points so please read the warnings before reading! I hope y'all enjoy! also, I already have part 2 written so this is one series you don't have to wait weeks for an update, only a day 💜
word count: 1.4k
warning(s): graphic depictions of crime scene/dead body - murder - blood and gore - this isn't really a happy fic - I'm not the fondest of writing things that show serial killers in a romanticized way so this...isn't going to end well - people die in this guys - if you do not like blood or anything to do with death do not read this - even though I absolutely love forensics I am in no way an expert and all my info comes from my singular forensic class and all the forensic files I watch - this is fiction plz don't come for my inaccuracies - (reader also does profiles bc why not)
pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha
prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you. (I'm not good at descriptions)
You knew you would never escape this feeling.
The chills that ran down your spine as you walked through the scene, the only sounds being camera shutters and shuffling footsteps of your team, the way the air was suspended around you, imitating the way you held your breath. You forced your emotions into a box and shoved it to the back of your mind, your eyes turning from sympathetic to analytical, necessary for your job. The only one who noticed the change was your Crime Scene Photographer, Darcy. She pursed her lips at you, tilting her head towards the bedroom, acknowledging your shift into your role of head CSI.
This scene was different than the others, you immediately noticed as you crossed the bedroom threshold. Blood took over the wallpaper, staining the costly vintage pattern. The body lay face down on the bed, stab marks on the back, mostly shallow and jagged, indicating a struggle had occurred. Your thoughts were proven as your eyes scanned over the blood spatter. This victim fought back, causing a fight your killer hadn't anticipated.
She was the tenth one this month, the bodies being found more and more frequently, the killer getting more confident.
"Y/N."
Your name sounded behind you, making you turn around. Lead Detective Jimmy Woo stood with a grimace on his face, eyes expectant. You nodded as you brought him over to the side of the bed, where you could see the wounds better.
"This one is different, Jim. The scene is a mess, the body mutilated and uncharacteristically stabbed, not to mention the lack of sophistication."
You turned from the bed and walked over to a pile of cleaning supplies, crouching down and cocking your head to the side. Your eyes widened when you noticed what had caught your eye. Pulling out your tweezers from your toolkit hanging by your side, you called out to Jimmy, asking for an evidence bag. As he handed it to you, he asked an important question.
"Then how can we be sure it's the same killer."
Without hesitating you answered.
"The victim fits the profile. A woman in her early to mid 50s, lives alone, estranged from family," you nodded your head to the dusty photographs on the dresser, now decorated by dried drops of blood, "and the cleaning supplies, the same ones we know for a fact were used at the other scenes."
As you bagged the strand of hair, your mind thought back to the other crime scenes. The bodies of the victims lying in bed, dead for days or weeks at the longest, the rooms cleaned meticulously, the only mess being the crusty blood stains from the single slit mark on the women's neck. You thought that those scenes were the worst, but now as you looked around, you knew you hadn't seen the worst of humanity yet.
Handing Jimmy the evidence bag, which he passed on to the officers on the scene, you stood up.
"Forensics is done here, all pictures taken, swabs done, and now all evidence is bagged. Help me roll the body over."
Your plastic gloves were already soaked with blood as you and Jimmy rolled the victim onto her back. Jimmy choked on what he saw. You merely sighed. The slit on the victims neck was jagged but shallow. The scene played out in your head. The killer did the normal business of coming from behind with the knife, but this one struggled, making the cut not deep enough to kill. The killer pushed the woman onto the bed, trying to suffocate her with the pillow but she kept struggling. Finally, the killer resorted to stabbing the woman until the act was finished, even some post-mortem. Then, instead of having time to clean the scene and position the body, something unexpected happened. Someone visited the victim, the young next door neighbor who felt sorry for the elderly woman who never saw her family. The killer had to rush out the back, leaving countless pieces of evidence behind and ruining weeks of planning.
"Let's get her in a bag, make sure to contact the family and ask for her will and wishes upon her death."
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On the drive back to the station and your team's lab, you allowed yourself a moment to text your wife.
You: Hey hon, I don't think I'll make it for dinner. I might stay the night.
You let yourself slip information, a breach of protocol but you trusted Agatha.
We finally have enough to catch this bastard.
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The sounds of reporters never stopped as the hours passed, your team logging and entering every piece of evidence from this scene and past. You ran every single strand of DNA evidence you had through every database you had legal access to. Monica Rambeau, your secret weapon when it came to, well, weapons, made multiple 3D replicas of the suspects height and body weight, using the angles of the blood spatter and the stab wounds. You and your team had discovered a separate blood profile in the mix, a break that had you desperate for a culprit. Now you sat in front of the equipment in your lab, the rest of your team resting while evidence was being processed and while the detective went over profiles and case reports, looking for details they might've missed.
You kept yourself from drifting into sleep by scrolling on your phone. When you opened your messages, your brow scrunched together. Agatha hadn't responded to your text, leaving it delivered. Frowning, you started typing but realizing the time, you thought she would be sleeping. Maybe you missing dinner tonight had struck a nerve with your wife. Sighing, you slumped in your chair, practicing your apology in your head. You knew it wasn't common of you to miss dinner, so maybe she had something special planned for tonight, even if it was nowhere near one of your birthdays or an anniversary. But that didn't mean anything, maybe it was a surprise date night. You were so lost in your worry, you almost didn't hear the ping from your computer indicating a match. You read the results, a hint of surprise at the determined sex of the killer. You started to type some notes in an email for Jimmy when your computer indicated it had found an 94% DNA match in a database. You paused, your hands still hovering over your keyboard as the killer's picture came up on your screen.
Time suspended around you, suffocating you as your vision tunneled. The buzzing of your phone broke you out of your stupor and with shaking hands you opened the message from your wife.
aggie❤️: no worries about dinner love, how's the case going?
Your eyes flickered from the text to the picture on your screen, your wife's cold blue eyes staring into your soul. You hesitated before you answered.
You: not well. everything came up a dead end, ig it's back to square one.
You put your phone face down on your desk, quickly exiting out of the page, your wife's picture replaced with your background. Which did nothing to sooth your rapidly panicking state, as it was your wedding photo. You slammed the power button, relief flooding your body at the black screen. With shaky hands, you cradled your head.
This can not be happening. You thought, pinching your arms, desperate to wake up from this vivid nightmare.
This
Can
Not
Be
Happening.
Your phone buzzed with your wife's reply and you read it through blurry vision.
aggie❤️: im sorry to hear that hon. text me when you're on your way home <3
Normally, the heart as the end of the text would send butterflies ablaze in your stomach but now all it did was sending waves of nausea coursing through you. Were there signs you missed? Something you overlooked through the haze of being in love?
Were all these women dead because you were too blind to see what was in front of you the whole time?
You stood up suddenly, your chair crashing behind you. Darcy rushed in, concern lacing her actions.
"Y/N, are you-"
"I have a migraine. Staring at a screen for too long and all that." You cut her off, even giving a slight chuckle at the end to play it off. Darcy still looked concerned but let you gather your things and walk out of the lab.
"If anything comes up, I'll call you!" she called out, not knowing her words caused your stomach to hardened.
As you went to walk out of the station, you noticed Jimmy had recklessly left his gun and holster on his desk.
You walked out of the station, pulling your jacket tight against your body as you got into your car.
No one had noticed Jimmy's gun was no longer on his desk.
a/n: ok I really hope y'all enjoyed this bc ive been waiting to write it for forever!! part 2 will 100% be out tomorrow bc ive already written it lol. I like writing true crime/mystery fics or fics with the same vibe so hopefully I did it well!! thank you for reading and I love all of y'all so much <3 sorry I haven't been writing that much
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can i request sub!agatha dreaming of reader fucking her with a dildo and waking up to reader doing the exact same thing to her?
you’re my favorite kind of night
pairing: agatha harkness x reader
warnings: 18+, smut, cnc, somnophilia, cockwarming, light d/s
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There's nothing in the world Agatha loves more than you filling her holes up.
She loves to warm your strap on a slow day, where she would just sit on your lap and lazily make out with you. She loves to sit on your cock while you braid her hair and trace random shapes on her back. She loves it when you fuck her until she's sore, or just slow and gentle love-making.
Her constant need to be filled up and close to you has once resulted in you falling asleep with your fingers still buried in her.
But what she loves most is when you lie behind her, your tits and stiff buds pressing against her back. One of her legs would be intertwined with yours, securing it in your hold so she won't close her legs. Your hand would be guiding the dildo into her cunt, the toy bigger than the one attached to your strap. It hits all the right spots, and Agatha would always find herself close to orgasm, her arousal fueled by your warm body close to hers as you kiss her neck, murmuring sweet nothings.
“Good girl,” you'd say, and she instantly melts at the raspiness of your voice. “You're doing so well.”
“More,” she whines, her hips lifting slightly, meeting your thrusts.
A particular deliberate thrust pulled Agatha away from dreamland, the blurred lines between her wet dreams and reality becoming clearer as she realizes you were in the exact position in her dreams. She tilts her head towards you, your lips brushing her cheek. Pressing a soft kiss, you whisper. “Good morning, sunshine.”
“Mmm, morning,” she shot back, sleep still evident in her voice.
“You were making pretty noises in your sleep, and you're soaking wet, too. Were you having a naughty dream, baby?”
Agatha sighed as your thrusts became languid, wanting more, wanting release– but she couldn't find it in her to complain.
“Mmhmm.”
“What were you doing in your dream?”
“I'm...being your good girl...bunny...mommy,” she answers, coherent enough while tethering between sleep and full consciousness.
“That's right, and good bunnies like you deserve a reward, don't you?”
Agatha's sleepy moans turned into a yawn. “Ssshhh, go back to sleep, bunny. I promise I'll take care of you and that sweet little cunt.”
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Could you write a fic about Agatha Harkness x fem! Reader? I love my evil witch
My girlfriend is a witch
Summary: I’m your neighbor to the right. My right, not yours.
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x female!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 372
a/n: first (very short) Agatha fic!
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore
Rampant knocking on the front door gets Y/N finally out of the kitchen. “I’m coming!” She calls out, drying her hands to the small apron on her waist. The black and white knee length dress she is wearing moves with her as the white heels clack on the ground.
With a big smile, Y/N opens the front door. “Hiya neighbor!” A woman who is holding a flower pot in her hands smiles widely. “I’m your neighbor and decided to come say hi. I’m Agnes, and you dear?”
Y/N looks at Agnes up and down, taking in her checkered dress and black, curly hair. “I know who you are Agatha. No need to pretend, the cameras aren’t on us.”
“Oh thank god.” Agatha closes the front door and puts the pot down to a small table. “I was worried the magic might’ve taken you in.”
Y/N grins. “You worry too much. I might not be as strong as you are, but I’m still strong enough to protect myself.”
“I know you are, dear.” Agatha has her never-leaving smirk on her face. She stares at the outfit Y/N has on, winking when she gets caught. “You look great even in black and white. I think you should wear these kind of dresses more often.”
“You just want me to be your housewife.”
Agatha laughs. “I certainly wouldn’t complain.”
With a roll of her eyes, Y/N goes to step away, but Agatha’s hands grabbing her waist pulls her closer. They stare into each others eyes. Agatha has a sultry look on her face, slowly she keeps pulling Y/N closer and closer. Tired of the teasing, Y/N kisses Agatha with full force.
Agatha tightens her hold of Y/N, returning the kiss with as much force. She starts moving them to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Y/N on her lap.
“You better steal her magic quickly, because I don’t know how long I can be without using my magic.” Agatha pulls away to raise one of her brows, making Y/N roll her eyes. “Or live in a different house than you.”
“Shut up.” Mumbling, Agatha gets back to making out her witchy girlfriend.
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The Comfort of Rain
A/N: Hi!!! I'm back after another long hiatus!!! It has Not been my year and I feel bad for abandoning this blog lmao :,) I've really missed writing, especially for Agatha and I'm excited to start again. I have some stuff planned!! So stay tuned!! + I wanted to keep the Readers stressors as ambiguous as possible so anyone could project their situation onto this fic but yeah I hope u all enjoy and find some comfort in it like I did <3
Also I just finished editing this and it's 1AM so if I missed any nonsense... oops.
Thank u to the lovely person who requested this! <3<3
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: None, I think. As always, lmk if I missed any!
Coming by sleep has been hard recently. It’s always hard when life keeps taking from you, taking and taking until you’ve given everything you have to give. And then it keeps expecting more, demanding more, pushing you to your limits until you break. Sleep is impossible, at this point. How could you possibly rest when you’re so stressed out that anxiety has plagued you to the point of nausea for days? Sleep isn’t an option. Why would your brain allow you such a simple comfort?
The only thing that slows your racing mind is the steady thrumming of rain against the window. It quiets those anxious voices and stressful thoughts possessing you. You smush the side of your face into the cool sliding glass door, and it soothes your puffy, red eye.
Rain is, quite possibly, the greatest natural comfort in life.
You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, and although the hardwood floors are extremely uncomfortable to rest on, you find yourself curling into the sliding glass door, as if trying to immerse yourself in the image in front of you.
Your heart weighs heavy in your chest, like a rock weighing you down. You don’t even flinch when a loud crack sounds far beyond the safety of your home, a bolt of lighting flashing through the sky. Your apartment lights up momentarily, and just as quickly as the light had appeared, it’s gone. The rain is doing nothing to fill the empty silence of your apartment, the echo of a ticking clock somewhere in your home ringing through the dark.
Your eyes are droopy and heavy with exhaustion, tired from crying. And yet, you still can’t find sleep. Then, you hear it. Cutting through the dead silence, just loud enough to hear over the rain- the familiar creak of your front door opening. You tilt your head slightly to your right, just barely enough so that you can see the entrance to your home. Warm, yellow light pools in through the open door, cutting through the cold darkness, and you can make out a familiar silhouette. A small smile cracks onto your features as you watch her enter, pulling a suitcase in behind her.
You’re grinning ear to ear. She wasn’t supposed to be home for another few days. Agatha closes and locks the door, abandoning her suitcase next to her. You watch as she toes off her sneakers, reaching to turn on the living room light.
“Ag’s, you’re home!”
Your voice is heavy with exhaustion but alight with excitement. Agatha pauses, freezing just as she was about to flick the light switch. She drops her arm, and though you can’t clearly make out her features from across the apartment, you know that she sees you.
Agatha knows right away that you’re not okay.
Her sock clad feet softly pad across the living room, and then across the kitchen before she reaches you at the sliding glass door by your dining table. You’re looking up at her from where you’re curled into the window, a drowsy smile curled onto your lips.
“I missed you.”
Your words are a whisper, so soft and barely loud enough for her to hear. She smiles softly, crouching down to your level. Now, you can finally make out some of her features in the darkness.
“I missed you too, baby.”
Agatha raises a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. She then moves her hand to pet all your stray hairs into place carefully, taking the time to smooth them down against your head.
“Why are you sleeping on the kitchen floor, silly girl?”
She coos softly, her voice so gentle and gushing with so much affection and kindness that you feel safe in her words. She’s like the rain. Her tone, the way she speaks, everything about her. The way she looks at you, her eyes, her considerate touch, it all makes you feel so safe and comfortable you could just melt in her arms.
“I can’t sleep so I decided to watch the rain.”
You mumble in response, your voice scratchy and eyes still sore from how you had been crying earlier. She presses her lips into a firm line, eyes squinting ever so slightly as she studies you. Now, that’s when you know that she knows that something is wrong. Quickly, she masks her worried gaze by smiling softly at you.
Agatha stands, the steady thrumming of rain playing as background music to the scene unfolding between you and Agatha in your dark kitchen. It’s deathly quiet otherwise, the silence is so thick and hanging heavy in the air as it often does in the late hours of the night and the very early hours of the morning. As if one wrong move, one loud noise would wake the entire world.
Agatha bends over slightly, holding her hand out to you.
“C’mon, sweetheart.”
You blink dumbly up at her form for a moment, all of her features cast in a gray tint and shadows. A crack of lightning splits through the sky behind you, roaring loudly and once again lighting up your apartment for a brief moment. And in that brief moment you’re allowed a quick look at Agatha in color. Her rosy cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes, soft pink lips and messy brown hair you could run your fingers through all day. You melt at the sight of her before she’s cast in black and white again, and you take her hand.
Agatha pulls you into her arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she begins to guide you across the kitchen and into your living room. You're grateful for her guidance, considering the darkness, and that you're sleep deprived, along with your head being stuffy from all the crying. She guides you to the couch, and you sink your weight into the soft cushions as she stands above you, hands on your shoulders.
“That’s it.. Sit right there, baby.. Good girl.”
She coos softly, her voice gentle and as sweet as honey. Your eyelids feel heavy as you look up with her, a yawn forcing its way out of your throat. Agatha tugs softly at the edge of the blanket that’s wrapped around your shoulders, and once your yawn has settled it takes you a moment to process what she’s doing. You scrunch up your face in confusion.
“You’ve been on the floor, sweetheart.. That blanket is filthy. Lemme get us a clean one.”
Her voice remains gentle and patient, she pauses, waiting for you to relent. You do after a moment, releasing your tight hold on the fabric so that she can unwind it from your body.
The second the chilly air of the apartment kisses your skin, a shiver trails up your spine and your shoulders shake as a result of it. You pout a bit, wrapping your arms around yourself. Agatha grins at you, a teasing edge to her smile. But that typical taunting edge is blunted when she speaks.
“You’re such a freeze baby.”
She coos, dropping the dirty blanket on the floor before she takes the hem of the soft, purple sweater that she's wearing into her fingers and begins to pull it off. She’s shadowed in darkness, but you can make out the tight black tank top she’s wearing underneath her favorite sweater, her mess of brown curls trailing after her head as she pulls the sweater off.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to get cold.”
You mutter softly, your words slightly slurred from exhaustion. Agatha quirks a curious eyebrow at you, holding out the bunched up fabric for you to take.
“You’re always stealing this sweater from me, every chance that you get. Now that I’m offering it to you, I’m supposed to believe that you don’t want it?”
Agatha is grinning, shaking it playfully, as if to tempt you. Like tempting a dog with a toy. Still, you eye her suspiciously. She sighs.
“I promise I won’t get cold.”
Reluctantly, you reach out and take the sweater dangling from her hand.
“Good girl.”
She grins at your compliance.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”
She seals her promise with a kiss against your forehead. She turns, making her way through your dark apartment and towards your shared bedroom. You frown softly, closing your eyes to allow yourself a moment of rest as you grab the sweater abandoned in your lap and blindly pull it over your head. You don’t even care if you put it on wrong, it’s still warm, extremely soft and comfortable, and it smells like Agatha. That’s your four basic needs for survival right now.
You’ve always been obsessed with this sweater. It’s just as much your favorite as it is Agatha’s, but for different reasons. She wasn’t wrong when she mentioned how you constantly steal it from her. You do. No matter how many times you wash it, it still smells like Agatha. The smell that's distinctly and uniquely her, that smell that makes your heart turn to mush and the dorkiest smile break out onto your face immediately upon registering it. You run your fingers of the impossibly soft fabric, forcefully peeling your heavy eyelids open to glance out the window.
It’s still raining.
It’s let up a bit, but not a lot. The thrumming against the windows is softer. Some moonlight is actually clearly making its way through. Shuffling sounds from the hallway, and you shift your eyes over to see Agatha, her wild locks somewhat tamed in a bun piled atop her head. She’s in the same black tank top and skinny jeans she was wearing moments ago, the only notable wardrobe change being that she peeled off her socks as she pads around on bare feet. She has your softest blankets piled in her arms as she approaches you.
She smiles softly as she sets down the stack of blankets on the couch next to you, gesturing her hand in a vague motion.
“Turn around, face the window.. Please, honey.”
She directs you, and you obey thoughtlessly, shifting yourself so that you’re sitting horizontally with the couch, the back cushions brushing against your arm as you glance over your shoulder at her. Agatha moves behind you, pressing her front against your back and trapping you between her legs. She grabs a blanket and lays it across your lap and her legs, tucking you in.
“What are you doing?”
Your voice is soft, still a bit scratchy from your crying earlier in the night. It cuts through the silence of the quiet apartment like a knife, the muffled sound of rain beating against the window doing nothing to fill the silence.
“You couldn’t sleep so you wanted to watch the rain, right?”
Agatha asks, shuffling behind you. She wraps her arms around your front, blanket in her hands as she tucks it around the both of you. Your love pulls you to her chest, and you shift down enough to where you can rest your head on her shoulder. She tilts her head, pressing a kiss against your temple.
“So, we’re going to watch the rain together.”
She speaks softly against your skin, her breath tickling you a bit as she holds you close, guiding you so that you both are resting against the cushions of the couch. You’re facing the window with a perfect view as rain droplets continue to splatter against the glass.
Your heart constricts at her words. You don’t know why, but it causes something to snap in you. An overwhelming wave of emotion drowns you, and you find yourself tilting your head and burying your face into her arm as you begin to cry. You can’t seem to hold yourself together as your cries escalate into sobs, and unlike your breakdown earlier, you feel the tension in your chest release. The knot of anxiety burrowed in your heart begins to untangle, a bit of a weight lifted off of your shoulders, knowing that you’re not alone.
Agatha knows you so well. Better than you know yourself, apparently.
She holds you tighter, comfortingly running her hands up and down your skin as she shushes you. You cry into her arm, finally finding what you needed in her embrace and her love.
“It’s alright love, I’ve got you.”
She speaks softly into your hair, pressing another kiss to your head.
Agatha Harkness is more comforting than the rain.
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A Minute More
Agatha Harkness x Reader
SUMMARY
One day, you both eat brownies that a vendor was selling. You didn't know it had marijuana in it, so you bought a bunch of it and devoured it together.
A/N: Does not end happily.
You were walking round the town circle not sure where you should go next and you saw a woman sitting on a bench, you decided to approach her, when you came nearer you see her staring at notheing looking far away, you clear your throat and ask her a question.
"Excuse me, miss, would you happen to know where this is? I'm bad at directions, and it's pure luck that I even got here if this even is the right place." She looks at you with extremely creepy wide smile and strained teary eyes. You just shrug it off and start to back away. She probably doesn't want to be bothered.
"Hey hot stuff, where are you going? you came to the right person, I know this place like the back of my hand." You hand her the paper with an address written on it. She looks at it and stands up to go wherever the address says. You just follow her and on the walk over to the address she asks you lots of questions, some of it pretty personal and invasive for total strangers, she comes off as nosy but you didn't care you just wanna get to your new house and rest.
She stopped at a white picket-fence house "this is where the address say dear. I'm Agatha I live next door she said pointing to the house next to yours If you ever need anything just come a-knocking." She gives you a wink. "Will do. I'm y/n by the way, thank you so much Ms Agatha." You thanked her, "Agnes" she said and you move closer "what?" "It's agnes" she repeated, "I'm pretty sure I heard Agatha but if that's what you want me to call you, I will" "Oh don't be silly dear, you can call me anything you like" she said and you said "and I'm sure I will" you give her a wink and took her hand and squeeze it, "but thank you really, I would be lost without you, literally." You let go of her hand and take a few step back, "I'm heading in now, you should too or else you'll catch a cold, it's a bit chilly," you turn around and walk towards your door, after a few steps you turn on your back to look at her "see you when I see you Aggie." You now walk backwards towards your house and turn around when you came near.
As the days passed you both grew closer together. Closer than normal even. She'd spent a lot of time with you. You like your personal space, and Agatha also likes it.
You went to a park together, accompanying her walking the other neighbor's dog cause she volunteer but auddenly regrets it and convinced you to tag along. She tied the dog to a post and you both took a seat at the nearest bench.
You move closer to her and she did as well, you turn to look at her and see her already looking at you with such a sweet gentle smile on her face, you cupped her cheeks and softly caress them with your thumb, she hummed by the action you put your thumb to her lips, tracing its outline you move closer and whisper in her ear "you're so beautiful." You took your hand back and continue to enjoy the natural view like you just didn't admire the ethereal view. How could you look away from her and not give her the most passionate kiss? surely she feels the same about you, right?
She softly nudge your forearms and said in a lively manner "you're as beautiful dear." There it is again, that super creepy wide grinned smile with her teary eyes, like she's trap within her ownself asking you to free her, but that would be silly, would it? But even if she's really trapped, how would you even free her? So you did the only thing you could, the only thing you thought could somehow help, and maybe it did. You pulled her in a tight hug, it is soft and it is warm, almost freeing, almost.
She stayed at your house most times and when she didn't stay at yours you'd stay at her, watching movies, gossiping dancing to music being silly and all. She always cooks you good food and always care for you, you always care for her too much more than you normally would other people, but she's not others, she's something else entirely.
One day, you both eat brownies that a vendor was selling, you didn't know it has marijuana in it so you bought a bunch of it and devour it together.
You both are now high as the clouds, feeling so good, you danced your heart out, sing your heart out. When you both got tired you both dropped on the couch, you put your hand on her thigh not fully aware of what you're doing. "I'll get us water" you took your hand back and stand, she missed the contact and suddenly pulls you down, she's also not aware of what she's doing. "Do it later, just be here with me for a minute more hun," you settled on the couch following her request, she lays her head on your thighs and you gently play with her hair. She puts her hand on your neck and pulls you closer, your lips now just inches away from the other and suddenly the bell door rings, "I think that's the pizza you ordered," you said "right. I'll get it, you just sit here and wait dear." You shook your head in disappointment, and she sighs.
"Hi'ya hun, just came to see if you've eaten, cause I haven't... Maybe we could eat at the same time together," she said "Aggie, I was just about to order in, please come in. What do you want?" You told her, "you-" she said "I was thinking chinese, is that ok with u?" You answered oblivious of what she really meant, "okie dokie artichokie."
You both sat side by side in the couch, it was your usual movie night. Everything was just so domestic. You were watching a "romantic" movie and it gives you both the courage. You both finally did what you always wanted to do.
You finally kissed and WHAM! The kiss emits a rainbow glow travelling the earth but not as fast as light would but just like a cold gentle breeze in a summer night. The curse she was in is now broken thanks to you.
True love kiss breaks all curse.
One would thought she'd flew away, seek wanda and get her revenge. She didn't. She chose to stay with you.
She told you everything. From when she first became a witch, how she came to power, how she crave it, how it all backfired, and how she ended up being cursed. "Serves you right for being such a greedy monster" you joked trying to ease the tension and you pull her into another kiss. She chuckled "I know, hun. --Good thing, I'm greedy for something else now." You burst out laughing which she mirrored, you stop when she did, this is the first time you've heard her genuinely laughing her ass off, and you think it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard.
You now have an established relationship. Living together for years, and you both were at your happiest, you have everything you need. Everything is perfect, or it seems to be, you both have no idea of the darkness that lurks within. Who are we kidding, nothing is ever perfect and no one could actually have it all.
One day on a rainy day you went out to buy groceries, she offered to come with but you refused and said "you just wait here my queen, I'll be back before you know it." You give her a peck on the cheeks and walk out.
You were on your way back and a black purple smoke surrounds you and you suddenly dissappear like a bubble dissolving into thin air, that it lived its purpose and you've lived yours. It's there and it's gone, you're there and you are gone.
Agatha doesn't feel right not going with you, she always convinced you to let her come, but today is different, there's something wrong, something bad, and she can feel it. She took an umbrella and decided to follow you to the supermarket.
When she got there, you were nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be found. She checked the security cameras and she watched, you were about to walk out the glass door and suddenly the computer screen glitches and you were gone just like that. She played it over and over again, but it doesn't matter how much cause it will never change the outcome.
Agatha went back to what she knew before you, dark magic. She'll do anything just to have you back.
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A virgin’s pray (Agatha x Fem!Reader)
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“I am sure there are a lot of virgins who would love to marry you, Miss Wren” you said and gave the woman in front of you a fake smile.
You didn’t listen to her answer as you took the small rock in her hand and closed the door behind you, pinching the bridge of your nose. When will they learn?! You already rejected this woman three times and she wasn’t even one of the worst people who wanted to court you.
“I’m going to need a bigger chest” you rolled your eyes as you threw the stone into your heart’s chest.
You loved living in the coven and the path you chose, but sometimes, you wished it could be an easier one. It’s not that virgins were treated like garbage or like an object or something like that, that was human’s gross nature. In witchcraft, virgins were the most precious thing they could find.
They were the most valuable wives any warlock or witch could ask for, because virgins had the power of innocence and it meant that their blood and souls were powerful and clean of all terrenal bounds.
So, to have a virgin offer you her "gift" meant the purification of your magic and life.
Something that most magic users seeked for. You see, maybe some dreaming soul could imagine that being able to use magic was something amazing, incredible, useful and totally the very best. And it was...most of the time. But there was always a price in magic.
And it was that, the more you used magic, the more it became contaminated. It seems simple, but that was only the first of the problems. Because you needed to use it in order to gain control of it, which meant that, inevitably, magic will always end contaminated with terrenal bounds, which also meant that it became weaker with time.
It was something that most warlocks and witches feared. And that was what made virgins so special, because by receiving this gift, they were allowed to unleash the magic at its purest but with all the control they already learned.
It sounds wonderful, right?
Well, not for you. For you, it was a pain in your ass.
As a virgin by choice, you had to deal with witches and some warlocks trying to court you, wanting you for the power you held. Yeah, maybe your magic was technically weaker than theirs, but yours couldn’t be contaminated. It was a choice that everyone in a coven made when they turned 18. You could choose the power of witches or the purity of virgins. And when the time came for you, some years ago, you chose the second one.
At first, it seemed like the best decision ever! Yes, it was hard to give up a part of your power, but it was worth it in your opinion. You had freedom, you didn’t need to train as much as witches and it meant that you had the right to reject anyone who tried to marry you.
Against what the world might think, consensual marriage was an important thing for every coven, because if a virgin was forced into marriage and she didn't want to give her gift to her spouse, then they’d be cursed and their magic would be corrupted beyond all help. Useless, uncontrollable, dangerous. No warlock or witch would want to take the risk.
That's why most of them would spend a lot of time courting you and the other virgins.
Which led to many, many people to your door.
You couldn’t really blame them, it was totally your fault. You would never take marriage lightly, especially not after seeing how your father treated your mother, or the way your sister, another virgin, had been burned at the stake because of her wife. You had tried to help her, but there was little you could do, and from that moment on, you swore that you would not marry the first one who asked you, like she did, you’d rather wait for someone truly worthy.
Your mother had made fun of that, a few days before she ended up in the hands of mortals. She had told you that true love was just a fairy tale and that you should be realistic. It wasn't that you were a hopeless romantic, you just knew a different kind of magic that she didn't. And you trusted that at some point, your soul would choose someone worthy. You just had to wait.
Too bad the magical beings were so impatient. Especially when it came to power.
Every time a virgin rejected someone, that person had to give her a rock that contained a piece of their magic. It was a kind of trophy for the virgin. You called them "hearts" simply because it was fun to see their expressions when you’d tell them that you would add theirs to your chest of hearts.
Maybe it had been a bad idea, looking at it objectively, since that little joke of yours had helped your reputation grow and your name was known not only in your coven, but in other close ones as well.
You had rejected many, many people, so you still had the gift of purity, which could only be given once, and your collection of "hearts" was getting bigger and bigger. You knew that, although for you they were mere ornaments because your magic could not grow any more, for anyone else they would be a strong temptation, because by marrying you, they could access them.
"At this rate, whoever I choose is waiting for a great buffet of magic" you joked to yourself.
You cursed internally when you noticed the sun beginning to set. Hell, that woman was seriously wasting your time! You were supposed to be ready for the ceremony in less than an hour!
That was another thing you hated, the fact that when a virgin married, the entire coven had to go. As long as the bride was not you, why would you care if someone married or not? But rules were rules, you guessed.
You prepared the water for a quick bath and took the first dress you found. You had no intention of dressing up more than you should just because it was a wedding. You just prayed it would end quickly.
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Agatha sighed as her mother yelled at her to hurry up. She didn't even want to go to a stupid wedding! But it wasn't about what she wanted, it never was. It was about absurd and ridiculous traditions.
But she knew better than to anger her mother when it came to ceremonies. It seemed that they were the only occasions in which she remembered that she had a daughter, that she was the heir to the position of matriarch and she demanded that the brunette behave as such.
Honestly, the whole virgin thing and stuff seemed absurd to her. Why would anyone want to give up some of their magic just to help others have more power? It was useless, degrading, and foolish.
"Agatha, for the last time-"
"I heard you" she interrupted the older witch and took her cloak
"You will not go dressed like that" Evanora crossed her arms
"why not?" Agatha asked "I'm not the bride" she smiled and walked out the door, ignoring her mother's sigh.
It was better for the universe that this ended soon and she could go back to her books.
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You rolled your eyes when Evanora finished giving her speech about power and trust and bonding and whatever other shit she said. Honestly, you had stopped paying attention in the middle of the speech.
All weddings in the coven were always the same. Evanora would give her approval after hearing false oaths from the couple, where they lied when saying that they loved each other and that they would always be faithful to each other. You well knew that your mother and sister had endured various infidelities.
There was no one who had a bond as strong as the one everyone swore.
"Ten crystals that he promises to treat her like a queen" someone said behind you.
You jumped a bit and turned to find an incredibly blue pair of eyes staring straight at you, and a mischievous smile that was just too contagious. You knew this woman. She was Evanora's daughter, Agatha.
It was a surprise to see her here. You were sure that the brunette would have no problem sneaking out of the ceremony, after all, she was well known throughout the coven for being irreverent, rebellious and a free spirit.
"Ten more than she blushes and giggles" you said with a smile.
The brunette smiled back at you and you both turned when the groom started with the list of promises that he would surely break in a year. As Agatha said, he swore to his bride to treat her like a queen and she blushed, looked down and laughed with what she surely thought was a cute laugh, but that to your ears it seemed the most false they have ever listened.
You looked at the woman next to you and you both shared knowing smiles. It was strange being so close to her, because you had never been someone who easily joked around with strangers, but Agatha had something about her, something that made you want to get closer.
The brunette couldn't take her eyes off you. She knew perfectly well who you were, as did everyone here. Your physical beauty had drawn her gaze from the moment she and her mother had arrived at the ceremony and after watching you roll your eyes at her mother's practiced speech, she decided that she had to get closer to you.
She had been sure that you would either ignore her or politely apologize and then walk away from her, but you seemed to enjoy her sarcastic comments and before she knew it, the two of you were exchanging comments and teasing about the entire wedding. Agatha had never met someone like you.
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Evanora glanced at you as the couple in front of her completed the ritual that would unite them in magic and soul. She had noticed the moment when Agatha had disappeared, of course she did, but she had assumed that her daughter had escaped to the lake, perhaps to loot the kitchen while everyone was busy, anywhere far from here.
That was why it had taken her by surprise when she reappeared at your side. And her stomach churned when she noticed the ease with which the brunette struck up a seemingly friendly conversation with you.
As the matriarch of the coven, Evanora had an obligation to know each and every person in her charge. And she knew perfectly well the power you had and how dangerous it could be in the wrong hands.
More specifically, in the hands of Agatha.
Her daughter and her hunger for power were a burden enough, she didn't need her to gain more power than she could control. She trusted you to have good judgment and to walk away from her, but the more she saw you tease and get closer to each other, the more nervous she grew.
She knew you had just met, and she begged all powers that this was just a one time thing. That you were just being nice and that's it. But she wasn't stupid either, and she knew there was a magic beyond her control, one that acted on its own whim and that nothing could be done when it trapped two souls.
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You laughed at Agatha's last comment as you watched the newly married couple disappear, probably to end their "duty" at home.
"That was shorter than I expected" you said
"Do you think they lacked lies to tell?" the brunette smiled at you
You laughed easily and playfully punched her on the arm. In the last hour, she had proven to be better company than expected and you would be lying if you said you didn't find her beautiful. But there was something that terrified you.
You could feel a part of you calling out to her.
Agatha was about to say something else, when she felt her mother's eyes on her back. She didn't even need to turn to know that she was viewing her with disapproval and fury. Nothing new. But for some reason, the idea that her mother might do something in front of you, embarrassed her.
The brunette had never cared what people said about her, but for some reason, she respected you enough.
"I think you'd better go home" she told you "so much love and lies must be tiring"
You laughed and blushed slightly "And I'm sure you miss your books" you said "Well it was an honor to meet you, Miss Harkness"
"The pleasure was mine"
"Have a good night"
You both smiled one last time before bowing respectfully to the other and going separate ways, but with a feeling of closeness.
Evanora sighed in relief when she saw you walk away from her daughter at last. You were a good girl and she would hate for Agatha to corrupt you. Or so she told herself, but deep down, she knew it was fear that she was feeling. Fear that her daughter would find an enormous source of power, one that she definitely didn’t deserve.
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When you went to sleep later that night, there was a voice in your chest, a tender one that invited you to follow her. It scared you, and you told yourself it was your imagination, because you didn't want to accept that maybe, just maybe...
Your soul was choosing.
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pretty in pink
Adopting a hybrid bunny girl becomes one of the best decisions you've ever made in your life. Despite the blurred lines that form in your relationship, you wouldn't trade anything in the world for your sweet angel that is Wanda Maximoff.
the excellence of misfortune
Moving into Westview to escape the demons that chase you, there you meet Wanda Maximoff, a married woman who's looking for the same kind of escapism. Where one seeks order and the other seeks thrill, maybe you can show each other a little neighbourly support, and perhaps, find the excellence of misfortune.
ONESHOTS:
spooky scary skeletons the one where you're ghostface and wanda maximoff is your next victim.
nsfw alphabet your sex life with your girlfriend, told through snapshots of the alphabet.
the pirate and the mermaid in the midst of a voyage, a notorious pirate stumbles upon a pretty little mermaid.
arabella as a writer, your love for wanda transcends the boundaries of words.
medicine after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed.
doctor's orders barbie!wanda hasn’t got a clue about how her newly-human body works. thankfully, you happen to be the best gynecologist in town.
babysitter duty | pt.2 the mom of the kids you babysit is extremely hot.
kick a ball, score a hot mom wanda's sons have soccer practice, while she spends some time with their young and ridiculously good-looking coach in the equipment closet.
extra credit the one where professor maximoff promises you extra credit if you make her squirt, and you're a fast learner.
taunt the several times wanda scrunches her nose at you.
god, you're insatiable a formal work party gone wrong when wanda's co-workers get a little too close to you.
giddyup in which you wake up to your girlfriend riding on your abs.
boudoir photography the finals assignment where your top student submits her nudes.
heat waves omegaverse - the one where an omega wanda in heat goes to the bar to find some relief, and meets the alpha bartender.
study break in which straight A student wanda maximoff studies with the school's jock and jerk, you.
rockin' around the christmas tree in which "rockin'" is a euphemism for sex.
'tis the season to be horny making gingerbread houses with your horny girlfriend.
last christmas | pt.2 the one where you reunite with your toxic ex on christmas.
i'm (c)reaming of a white christmas when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow, certainly not...... this.
all i want for christmas is you (to fuck me] the only thing on wanda's wishlist is you.
slow hands | pt.2 college au where you had always thought wanda was out of your league, until that night at tony stark's party.
DRABBLES:
babygirl wanda
more babygirl wanda
babygirl model wanda
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home is where the heart is
In which your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)
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After saving a mystical cat from a deathly experience, you're hauled into the world of Gods and Goddesses with one wish to get whatever it is you desire. Turns out, all you crave is the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff. Steamy entanglements turn into love-filled confessions, but the two of you were star-crossed from the very start.
ONESHOTS:
mile high club on a plane ride to dubai for a romantic getaway, natasha takes matters into her own hands, and your cock into her own mouth. (oops?)
arsonist's lullabye natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player.
mechanic jacks and jacked mechanics natasha's car breaks down in the dead of the night, and an unbelievably sexy mechanic shows up to fix her right up.
let me fuck your tits? your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately, but it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you just wanna fuck her tits.
i wanna be yours despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast... and gets a lot more than what she bargained for.
widow's web natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file by seducing a high-ranking executive goes a little too smoothly, and she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be.
break the rules when visiting the strip club downtown with your co-workers, you catch the eye of none other than the 'black widow'.
obsession, possesion! your roomate's an innocent little thing, the prettiest girl on campus, whose boobs you're a little too obsessed with.
office hours | pt.2 natasha romanoff is your new secretary, and she's ready to help you with your every need.
DRABBLES:
natasha plays a prank
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if god forbid (Peggy Carter x Gn!Reader) you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or at least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers.
the super soldier theory (Wandanat x Amab!Reader) being a supersoldier had its perks, like getting to fuck the black widow and scarlet witch on a mission.
DRABBLES:
subby!agatha
possesive wandanat
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PEOPLE I WILL WRITE FOR: Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Kate Bishop, Possibly others if requested.
THINGS I WILL WRITE: Legal age gap, Mommy/Daddy kink, smut, fluff, amab/intersex (only for characters not reader), pregnancy, breeding kink, praise kink, degration kink, thigh riding, dark fics, sensitive topics, cnc, lactation kink, anal play, ABO, will only write sub reader, and more just to name a few.
THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE: Incest, pedophilia, men x reader, male!reader, amab/intersex reader, underage, dom reader, and more that I can't think of.
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WANDA MAXIMOFF:
A Crazy Love Story Pt1 (☽)
Roles Reversed (𖤓)
Seeing Double (𖤓)
There Is Nothing Wrong With You (❁)
I'm Sorry (☽)
NATASHA ROMANOFF:
You're My Comfort (❁)
Little Bug (❁,age regression)
Please Don't Leave Me Pt 1 (☽)
Gone Pt 2 (☽)
Oh Baby (❁,age regression)
WANDANAT:
Complications (☽,✧,❁,𖤓)
I Did (☽,❁)
We'll Keep You Safe Pt 1 (☽,✧,❁)
Save You Pt 2 (☽,❁)
I Don't Even Know You Anymore Pt 1 (☽)
What About Now? Pt 2 (❁,☽)
Our Omega (𖤓,❁)
AGATHA HARKNESS:
My Little Bunny (✧,𖤓)
You're Mine Now Pt 1 (✧,𖤓)
You're Not Going Anywhere Pt 2 (✧,𖤓)
Let Them See (𖤓)
Please Stay (𖤓
My Office (𖤓)
Love So Deep (𖤓)
Why Are You Here? Pt 1 (☽)
You Came Pt 2 (𖤓)
Why Pt 3 (☽,❁)
You Don't Know What You Do To Me (𖤓)
We're Going To Be Late (𖤓)
Unexpected (𖤓)
KATE BISHOP:
Let Me Use You (𖤓)
You're All I Ever Need (☽,𖤓)
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I Want You (𖤓)
I'm Ready (𖤓)
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Hi there! Can I request Agatha Harkness x virgin! reader with smut? I thought maybe Agatha and reader first time
Something super soft 🥹🥹
Stay with me - Agatha Harkness
DO NOT COPY ANY OF MY WORKS. MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
Summary: The date ended in Agatha's bed. There's only one thing you didn't tell her. This is the end?
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x f!reader
Warnings: SMUT, top!Agatha, sub!reader,fluffy fluf fluf and again fluf, a lot of kisses, hurt/comfort, first time, age gap, a little dirty talk, praise kink
DISCLAIMER: ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE SORRY FOR GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES
Word count: 1.5k
AN: Hi anon! Thanks for the request! I've been feeling sad and anxious lately so it felt really pleasantly to write something sweet like this. I hope you'll enjoy <3
You don’t remember how many dates you’ve gone on together but you already knew exactly how it would end today. Agatha sat opposite you in a stunning white suit with a revealing cutout at the chest. Usually the woman wore something more modest, but her outfit today, more frequent touching and obvious little teasing spoke for itself. The prospect of a night with her filled you with excitement, excitement and... fear. You never told her that you were a virgin, afraid of disappointing the older woman with your childish inexperience. Besides due to the age difference, you always tried to be older than your age for her.
You poured yourself another glass of red wine, which she carefully ordered to suit her taste. Dinner was coming to the end, a hand with a neat red manicure rested on your thigh. "If you're done we can go." Something dropped in your stomach. “Will you stay with me tonight?” Oh my God... Your cheeks flushed with color and you just nodded shyly and silently began to get ready. Agatha noticed that you were unusually quiet, took your chin and raised your head to look at you. “Superstar, is everything okay? If you want to go home, tell me, I’ll take you.” Her blue eyes looked at you with boundless tenderness and your heart shrink. You shook your head “No Aggie everything is fine.”
Agatha's dark purple Nissan parked in the driveway. When the front door closed behind you, Agatha’s arms wrapped around your waist, pushing you closer to her. "Hi". Your heartbeat quickened. "Hi. We were together all evening, did you forget?” She studied your face for a few seconds, her eyes shining, the woman gave you a smile before leaning down and pulling you into a gentle, slow kiss. Sometimes she treated you like you were made of porcelain. Your hands grabbed her shoulders and then slid into her mischievous dark hair. Her chest pressed against yours and the feeling was driving you crazy. Only after a minute or two did Agatha let go of you and bury her face in the crook of your neck. “Shall we go to my room?” A quiet whisper broke the moment of silence.
With slow steps, without breaking the kiss, she led you to her large plush bed. You've already been in her house, woke up with her in her arms, but it never went as far as now. You fell onto the bed and Agatha straddled your hips, kissing you over and over as she began to lightly grind you. When her mouth descended on your neck, your back arched from the feeling of her light bites and kisses, she found your erogenous zone too quickly and accurately. “Oh my God Aggie, so good..” She pulled away and looked at you with the question “Already? I haven’t started doing anything yet baby.” Your cheeks turned red and you buried your face in the pillow, avoiding looking at her.
Agatha began to add 2 and 2, analyzing your behavior throughout this evening. Holy shit..."Baby?" She tried to get your attention back. “Mmmmm?” You muttered something into the pillow. The woman gently took your face in her hands, turning you to look at her. Agatha decided not to delay and ask directly, “Are you a virgin?” While you were thinking about telling the truth or lying, the silence dragged on and she didn’t need your words to understand that the answer was affirmative. “Why didn’t you tell me? What if I hurt you?" Tears began to accumulate in the corners of your eyes, it seemed to you that she was angry at you, you thought that now she would leave.
Agatha took this as a sign that you didn’t want all this and began to get off you. Her heart sank. You stopped her by grabbing her hand. “Stay” little whines and sobs came from you. The woman sat down next to you on the edge of the bed and wiped away the tears from your face with her thumb. “I don’t understand baby, talk to me.” There was clearly concern and excitement in her tone. You took a couple of breaths. “I wanted to be old enough for you. I thought that you would leave if you found out that I’m not as experienced as you.”
Agatha sighed and took your hand. Her face moved closer to yours and small kisses peppered your cheeks. “How could you even think that? If I had been embarrassed by your age, we wouldn’t have even had one date. Please tell me everything from now on." You sat up to look into her eyes. "Aren't you upset?" "I'm only upset because you didn't tell me." You wiped the remaining tears from your cheeks and reached out to her for a hug. "Sorry Aggie."
Your lips found hers again and the older woman returned to your lap. "I'll be careful." She whispered and her deft hands began to undress you. When the upper part of your body was freed from clothes, her lips fell on your nipple, softly biting and licking the bites. Your hand slid into Agatha’s hair, pressing her closer. The feeling of her mouth on your chest made you needy and wet. You began to rub your thighs, which did not go unnoticed by the older woman. “Does my baby girl want more already?” “Mmmm yes Aggie please.” Another kiss, but more bold than before. Her tongue finds the entrance to your mouth and she begins grinding your thighs again, eliciting a series of whines and sighs from you. “Fuck...” You grab her hips to help her move. It’s Agatha’s turn to moan, “Damn baby, you’re so beautiful, I want you so bad.”
Your hands took off your jacket along with her tank top and threw it somewhere on the floor of the room. The sight of her bare breasts made your mouth water. "Can i?" Such a sweet question and your puppy dog eyes drove her insane and she wordlessly pulled your head towards her. You played with her nipples, then moved to her neck, your hands found their way between her legs through the fabric of her pants, but she grabbed your wrist. "No no no, now it's about your pleasure." "But I..". You didn’t agree when she got off you and undressed you completely.
Her eyes darkened at the amount of moisture between your soft thighs. She kissed everywhere: neck, chest, stomach, thighs. You squirmed and whined under her. "Please, please touch me." She gave in and settled between your legs, softly licking and sucking your swollen clit. "OH MY GOD FUCK AGGIE." The scream that came out of your mouth was music to her ears. “So sensitive and responsive. God I won’t stop until you cum all over my face.”
Another series of licks, you are the most delicious thing she has ever tasted, she was already addicted to the feeling of your thighs around her head. “Do you want my fingers inside baby?” She stopped and bit her thigh. “Yes please, I need it so much.” You covered your face with your hands, mumbling inaudibly. Agatha rubbed her cheek against your thigh, teasingly. “Have you ever touched yourself? Did you put your fingers in that pretty pussy?” A hum of agreement came from somewhere above. “Tell me how it was? What were you thinking about when you came?” Shame consumed you all. Your hips rose towards her mouth, urging her to take action. "I won't continue until you answer."
Through shame you began to speak. “I...I thought about you that evening. I just returned home after our date...” Silence filled the room. "Continue." The woman insisted and bit your thigh. “I’ve never done anything like this before. But you were so beautiful. I couldn't resist. I did it and when I came I thought only of you.” You said it in one breath, two of Agatha’s fingers were already rubbing your entrance. The woman was very flattered by all this. “You’re a good girl Y/N. Such a good girl for me.” The tips of her fingers were in you, “Such a pretty little thing.” The praise made you clench tighter around her. “Someone likes to be praised.” Her fingers went even deeper and were completely inside. She waited for your permission before moving. Her fingertips rubbed and hit that nice spot inside you so well. “FUCK FUCK GOD YES.” You screamed as she took your clit into her mouth again. The stimulation felt so good, you raised your hips to meet hers and grabbed her hair with your hands. Your wetness dripped onto her palm, and it didn’t take two minutes for you to cum around her. “That’s it baby, so wet and tight. This is all for me." The woman prolonged your orgasm and then licked you clean. You were lying on your back, she got up and lay down next to you, pressing her lips to yours. "My good girl."
You remembered that Agatha had not cum yet and finally tried to take off her pants. “Show me how to please you.”
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Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 731
Y/N: “I made you both some tea!”
Wanda: “Thank you!”
Agatha: “Appreciate it hon!”
Y/N: *happily leaves*
Agatha: *dumps both cups in a plant”
Wanda: “What are you doing?”
Agatha: “Saving your life - and your stomach - see?”
Plant: *withers and dies*
Wanda: “Why don’t you tell them that the tea is so bad it could be classified as a biological weapon?”
Agatha: “I will NOT be the one to crush their dreams. I may be evil, but I’m not a monster”
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let me feel you | agatha harkness
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synopsis: All you wanted was for Agatha Harkness to being you the towel you forgot. How could you know that your night would end with her magic strap-on inside of you? You wouldn't trade it for nothing else. [1K]
warnings: smut. bondage. penetration. strap-on. fingering. breeding kink. mommy kink. rough sex. spit. cum eating. praises. degradation. possessiveness. kinky use of magic. gp!agatha harkness. mean!dom agatha but also soft!dom agatha. she's a woman of layers. female!reader.
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times...
You didn't even get out of the shower. The hot water continue to fall on you, relaxing your sore members, a thin fog dominated the bathroom. You just opened the box's door. "Babe!"
"Towel", you heard Agatha yelling back from your shared bedroom.
She was right. It's the forth night in a row you forget it folded on your bed. Getting that she was waiting for you in bed, you're pretty sure Agatha noticed and waited to see if you would remember to get it. Of course you didn't.
You heard when she opened the door. You got out from under the hot water, wishing that somehow your temperature wouldn't change. With goosebumps rising on your skin, you shook the excess water out of your hair.
Agatha opened the box's door, a smirk decoring her face. She looked you up and down, admiring the way water runned down your body. It seem like don't matter how many times she sees you, it always feel like the first time. "That's such a bad habit of yours. What if one day I'm not at home?"
You reached out for the towel, but Agatha held it away from you. "It isn't a habit. It's a constant silly accident."
"So that's how you prefer to word it?" Agatha crossed her arms. You tried to get the towel again, but she took a step away from you. "'Cuz that sounds like a lie, sweet thing."
You extended your hand with your palm facing the roof. "Gimme that."
Agatha held your waist, not caring about the water. All she wanted was to feel your warm skin against her. Her thumb caressed your tummy, while her other fingers grabbed part of your thigh. "Don't think I should. I pretty much prefer this view."
"Than stop complaining", your nails scratched her forearm, fingers following the veins until you reached her hand. You closed yours over hers, making Agatha use more strenght to hold you. "And I promise to always forget my towel."
Agatha response came in a electric feeling against your wet skin. She was doing it again. You watched the purple strings circling your body, enclosuring your feet and hands. Agatha walked away from the bathroom, and her magic made your follow her.
You giggled, enjoying that feeling of being throw around without having to put on any effort. It feels so good when Agatha just put you were she wants and take everything she can from you. You feel like a doll. Like something precious.
"Let's seal the deal", Agatha dropped the towel on the floor and you on your bed at the same time. You couldn't care less about the bed sheets. "Open your legs for me."
She could have opened them. Agatha knows you like to give up control, just as you know she loves to take it. But she wanted to see you revealing yourself. To make you show her where you wanted to be touched, where you needed her.
She crawled and held your thights, pulling you closer to her. She bit your delicate skin, marking it with her teeths. "I won't ask twice."
You did as she ordered, and Agatha licked the bite as a reward for your good behavior. Agatha stayed there for some time, provoking you by being so near where you wanted her and still so far away.
"You'll ended up marking me", you tried to argue with her. To use your logic to make Agatha do what you wanted. You rolled your hips, but Agatha moved away from you.
Agatha kneeled between your legs, and it filled you with a sweet rage to see that you were naked and wet while she was wearing so many clothes. So unfair. "You're mine, aren't you? My dirty girl, my sweet princess, my pretty slut."
"You know I am."
Agatha caressed your cheeks, and that normally pure act of affection never felt so depraved. She kissed your shoulders, licked your neck, pushed her nose against your skin. When her lips were about to touch yours, she grabbed your chin and held you in place. Her nails scratched your face. "Then I can do whatever I want to you."
You put your hand on hers, stroking her skin while looking deep into her eyes. You kissed her thumb, scratched gently her fingers, pulled your face against her skin. You kissed each finger of her hand, then licked them. You kept eye contact, moaned with her fingers on your mouth, and let them go with a dirty pop.
"Please", you whimpered. "Touch me, please. Pretty please."
Agatha slide her fingers through your body, so slowly that for a second you thought she wouldn't do a damn thing. Then she smiled, and her fingers finally laid on your needy pussy.
While her fingers played with your lips, the speed changing whenever you were almost getting used to the feeling, Agatha finally kissed you. It was so rough, filled with a burning desire for one another. It made you feel hers. It made you want to be hers until the finish line.
Agatha moved to suck your nipples. Her tongue was made for you. The way she knew your body, doing exactly what you wanted her to do, made you moan her name.
Agatha groaned against your breasts.
So you did it again. You whimpered her name, whispered it, screamed. Her name was the only word your mouth knew.
"Such a good girl", Agatha moaned against you. You didn't even touched her, but you were doing exactly what gave her pleasure. You praised her, you begged for her, you treated her like your owner. Because she is. You're hers. You will forever be hers. "Doing exactly what mommy taught you."
Before you could even react, she penetrated your pussy. Her pussy. Two fingers, wet with your own saliva, made their way into you. They felt so right, so perfectly made for you. She curved them inside you, and with your eyes closed the pleasure expand into you as waves.
When her tongue rubbed your clit, not even her name was something you could say. You made inhumans sounds, so lost in pleasure. When she was fast, you felt your eyes turning. When she was slow, it was such a great torture you felt like anything would be enough to make you scream. Don't matter what Agatha gives you, it's always what you need.
When Agatha noticed you weren't breathing, she bit your tight and got next to your face. She kissed you, making even harder to breath, and made you taste yourself.
Agatha loves to feel you breathless against her.
You were being so good for her. So docile. You gave up control to her. Many would think that this means you're weaker, but those people aren't worth your attention. You trust her. You want her. Agatha can do anything to you but not because she owns you, but because she knows you.
And for being such a sweet thing, Agatha will do whatever you want. No games, no edging, just you and your pleasure.
"What do you want, pretty girl?" Agatha fucked you even harder. She didn't wanted you to think about it, to imagine what would make Agatha happy, she wanted the truth. "Mommy will give it to you."
Between lossen moanings and her rough kisses, your mind was reduced to something else. To something animalistic. "I- Want", your words didn't felt right. Were they even words? You don't remember. You can't remember. "I want... you. You filling me up. I want to feel you coming into me."
Agatha froze.
When the lack of any movement endured, you opened your eyes. Looking at Agatha, you understood what you have said. "Oh, no", you whispered. "I didn't mean to- Look it wasn't... I swear I wasn't imagining you're a man or anything I just... Dear lord, please kill me or I..."
But this time what shut you wasn't the cacophony of thoughts. It wasn't your fear that Agatha may think you want something more than her. It wasn't the shame of saying something and feeling judge. It was Agatha's fingers deep into your mouth.
"So my dumb slut want mommy to cum inside of her?" You blinked and unsure of what to do you nodded. It was such a pathetic view. You, clearly embarrassed, nodding with her wet fingers into your mouth. "Than that's what mommy will give to her."
A electric wave went throught your body, but this time it wasn't meant to you. When you looked down, you saw Agatha's magic doing something you never imagined that was possible.
Agatha has a dick. Not a strap-on, not a sex toy, but a purple member. And it was exactly how you like it. The exactly measurements you like the strap-on you use the most. The veins, the rounded tip. Have she ever saw it? Does she knows you uses it?
Without warning, Agatha entered you. It was so perfect. Just what you wanted. It felt so good inside you. So made for you. And when you thought it couldn't get better, Agatha moved her hips.
From there you couldn't think anymore.
But the best part was to look into Agatha's eyes. To see her almost whimpering for you. You knew she could feel everything. You could see it on her eyes. So you made your pussy get even tighter, torturing her on such a good way.
"Fuck", her breathless moans made you so wet. How could she never did that before? You will never want something different from now on. "I'll never get out of you. I will fuck this pussy until you can't take no more. I will be inside you forever."
Agatha kissed you, but both of you felt so sensitive. She couldn't close her mouth, so you licked her tongue. It made such a nasty sound. "You do me so good", you whispered.
Watching you licking whatever you could, so hungry to have Agatha on your mouth, she felt that you would do anything for her. That just as Agatha would turn every wet dream of yours into reality, you would make anything that could possibly make her feel good.
So Agatha decided to test her theory. "Open you mouth."
You did just as she wanted. You put your tongue out, almost as if you knew what Agatha wanted. As if it was your thought, your desire, and Agatha was just doing as you wanted.
She spat on you tongue, and you took everything she had for you. Agatha couldn't look away from your eyes. They were teasing her, begging for more while also demanding. You moaned as you drank her saliva.
That was her limit.
Agatha groaned against you, and slapped your thight. The sound you made was so perfect. She put your ankles on her shoulders, and fucked you like her life depended on it.
And at that moment, it was true.
Feeling your insides welcoming her, Agatha gave you everything she had. She went harder against your pussy. For a second she was sure you could see stars. That even herself would.
And when you closed your eyes, your legs shaking and pussy aching, Agatha reached her breaking point.
She came into you.
And for the first time in your life you felt complete.
Agatha buried her head on your neck. "I gonna burn every single towel on this house."
You laughed, or at least you tried since you hadn't been able to breathe in a while. You kissed her temple, and just then you realized that your nails were deep on her back. "Deal."
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way down we go (ii)
a/n: hi! I hope y'all enjoy this second part! thank you for reading!!
word count: 1.3k
warning(s): blood - Agatha is a bit crazy in this and reader shouldn't be as into it as she is - knives/guns - reader has a bit of a breakdown? I mean her wife is a serial killer so I think it's justified - not happy, not sad ending/neutral ig - I hope this is good
taglist: @tr333sus @getlostsquidward @our-blood-is-our-ink @nyx-aira
pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha
prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you.
The drive home was silent, your knuckles white on the wheel. Your eyes never faltered from the road, your mind on autopilot as you pulled into the driveway. You looked away from the house to gather your things, shoving your car key into an accessible pocket. When you looked back up, the hair on the back of your neck stood straight up, freezing you to the drivers seat.
In the front window, blocked by curtains stood the shape of your wife, her shadow seemingly staring straight at you. She turned and walked away, breaking the spell on you. You quickly got out of your car but before you shut the door, the gun sitting innocently in your passenger seat caught your eye. You hesitated before you quickly grabbed the gun, tucking it into the waistband of your pants, covering it with your jacket. You tried to casually walk up the steps of your home but nothing could stop your hands from shaking.
This is a bad idea, this is a bad idea You kept repeating to yourself as you unlocked the door, pushing it open and crossing the threshold, holding your breath. You let yourself breathe before calling out for your wife, desperate to appear as if nothing was wrong.
"A-Aggie?"
Internally, you cursed yourself for your stutter but your wife's response was immediate.
"In the living room, my darling."
You headed down the hallway, coming up with possible outcomes for how the next conversation would go. Nothing prepared you for the outcome you faced as you turned the corner.
Once more, you found yourself frozen, your back pressed painfully into the wall. Your wi- Agatha, sat in her lounge chair, legs crossed and holding a full wine glass leisurely in her hand. Her face was splattered with dried blood, her shoulder and arm the same along with scratches from when the elderly lady had fought back. But the sight of the very proof you didn't want wasn't what froze you. No, it was her eyes. The sharp blue bore into you, her expression stone cold. She raised her glass to her lips and took a sip, never once breaking eye contact. She only looked away when she set the glass down on the end table with a sigh and that's when you noticed it.
The knife.
Her fingers traced the blade before she picked it up, blood of the earlier victim still staining the metal. Your whole body was shaking, your breaths coming out in stutters, your lips wobbling from unshed tears. Agatha noticed this and in a split second she was standing in front of you, one hand cradling your face and the other holding the knife.
"My love, don't cry. There's no reason to cry."
Before you registered what she said, you found yourself melting into her palm, a sense of safety washing over you. But then you realized. And pushed her away as best you could.
"No reason?" You scoffed, tears now rolling down your cheeks, "No reason? You killed people Agatha! Innocent women who-"
"They were not innocent!" She practically roared, pushing away from you to stand a few feet in front of you, using the hand with the knife to point.
"They broke their families. They kept secrets from everyone and used their daughters as nothing but collateral!"
As she yelled, your mind connected the dots and you let out a sob, making Agatha pause to stare at you. You ran a hand through your hair, shaking your head as you started to laugh hysterically under your breath.
"This, all this, has been because of your mom?" You started out quiet then began to yell, "These women were not your mother! Their lives were not yours to judge, not yours to take! Your mother treated you horribly yes, but that is not an excuse for murder!"
Your voice cracked on the last word, like you were finally accepting your reality. Your wife was a serial killer, an unstable serial killer. And what's worse is that you couldn't find it in you to hate her.
In a flash, your wife was back to crowding you against the wall, the knife now at your throat, her eyes ablaze.
"You have no idea, none at all, what I went through! How dare-"
She paused at your hiss of pain and watched, mesmerized, as a drop of blood slid down your neck. Your eyes met and she watched as sadness, confusion, betrayal swirled. She relieved the pressure of the knife, leaning in closer. You cursed yourself as your eyes flickered down to her lips. You barely saw the smirk before her lips crashed against yours, desperate and possessive. It was a tidal wave of emotions, Agatha desperate to hold on to you and you were saying goodbye.
It ended when your phone rang.
Agatha pulled away. You made eye contact before you pushed Agatha with all your strength and ran. You ran through your house, towards the bedroom, very aware of your wife chasing you. You made it to the room, slamming the door open and using your body weight to keep the door shut, even the lock started to budge from the force of Agatha's pushes. With shaking hands, you pulled out your phone and answered it. Darcy's frantic voice filled your room.
"Y/N? Oh my god Y/N, it's Agatha, it's your- Oh my god, you need to get out, I already sent cars, they're on their way. Y/N? Y/N!"
You struggled against Agatha on the other side of the door as she became more aggressive with Darcy's words.
"I'm-I'm okay right now Darcy, I'm going to be fine-"
The door broke down, sending you flying to the floor, sliding across it as you phone fell from your hand. You clutched your sides in pain as you watched Agatha pick up your phone.
"Goodbye, Ms. Lewis."
You could hear Darcy's panicked yelp before Agatha hung up. She turned to you, head cocked to the side as she took your lying form in. She started to walk towards you but you remembered your weapon. Too quick for either of you to understand, you had a gun pointed at your wife. Agatha practically skidded to a halt, her eyes radiating hurt. You pulled yourself up, now standing, never wavering in your stance.
"You would shoot me?"
Agatha's voice was small, almost scared. It almost fooled you, almost tricked you into lowering your guard and your gun, forgiving your wife of all her sins and finding a way to escape before the cops showed up.
But then your mind replayed the crime scenes in your head. The one from this morning fresh in its brutality. The slit throats, the methodically cleaned rooms.
You swallowed down your tears, voice wavering as you spoke.
"You don't give me another choice. This is my job, Agatha, to catch people like-like you. Did you think I would never find out?"
Agatha blinked as she finally showed an ounce of remorse. Not for her victims, for the relationship with you she killed.
"That was the plan."
Her words made time stand still around you, the sounds of sirens muffled as you stared at your wife, who didn't make any move to run as cops flooded into your house. As they handcuffed Agatha, you saw her eyes break away from you to someone at your side. Jimmy gently and cautiously took his gun from you, holding onto you as you collapsed into his arms, sobs wracking your body. At the sight of your crumpled form against your friend, Agatha started to fight against the handcuffs. The officers pushed her out of the room and you followed, watching as she was shoved into a car. Before the door shut, you caught her mouthing words at you.
I love you.
The tears wouldn't stop coming as you fell to your knees on your doorsteps, your body shutting down as you became silent.
All you wanted was to wake up from this nightmare but you knew you were stuck, this monstrous reality holding you hostage, striping you of your happiness.
It wasn't until the cars pulled away and your street went silent did you realize you were alone.
And alone you would now stay.
a/n: ok idk how I feel about the ending but this is last full fic of this AU! im not saying I have other things planned but im not denying it either. hopefully you enjoyed this and stay tuned :)
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can we get an agatha harkness x reader where agatha comforts reader through period cramps and she makes a sly comment where she like “you know, orgasms are said to help relieve the pain..”
thank you very much 🫶
double trouble
pairing: agatha harkness x reader x eve fletcher
a/n: combined them bc why not, and now i want them both at the same time.
summary: period cramps are the worst, but luckily, you have the two bestest girlfriends in the world.
warnings: period, period cramps, talks of menstrual sex but no actual smut, mommy!eve and daddy!agatha because i'm a whore
You were curled up on the bed, holding your stomach. It was supposed to be a good day, but discomfort from the stupid cramps welcomed you instead. Periods suck, but the good thing is that you have two lovely girlfriends that take care of you as if their life depended on it, even competing against each other to see who can make you comfortable the most.
Agatha went out to buy some stuff because apparently the painkillers, pads, and tampons run out fast when there are three people bleeding every month in the same house.
Meanwhile, Eve is cuddled up behind you, her hands resting on yours. Her whole body emanates heat, better than any heating pad.
You were about to ask what's taking Agatha so long when the door burst open, the woman in question carrying two large paper bags. “Now that's just unfair. You made me go away while you steal cuddles?”
“Ags...” you groaned, sitting up to scour the bags for the pain meds and chocolate bars. You knew she would buy tons of them.
“Oooh, ice cream! Come here,” you smiled happily, your arms wide open to embrace Agatha. “Thank you. I love you.”
She immediately took up on your offer, letting you bury your face in her neck as she eyed Eve, now seated against the headboard with a glare. “Who's unfair again?”
“Oh, don't be jelly, Eve. You're a sexy human heater,” Agatha taunted with a smirk.
You don't know if you would feel annoyed or amused at their bickering, but it warms your heart knowing that you're not alone in dealing with this pain, and though they've made this into a competition, their thoughtfulness makes you want to cry. “I love you too, Eve.”
After two chocolate bars and a tub of ice cream later, you were resting against Agatha's front, waiting for the pain reliever to kick in. You place her hands on your stomach, sighing with relief, feeling pretty lucky to have two warm heaters of girlfriends. On the other hand, Eve was massaging your legs as the pain has spread out on your lower body.
“You know, orgasms are said to help relieve the pain...” Agatha coos as she kisses the back of your neck, eliciting a shiver.
“Is that so?”
“Agatha!”
You and Eve exclaimed at the same time. You were certainly interested, both because you wanted the pain to go away and because you were slowly getting aroused with Agatha's lips on your neck and Eve's wandering hands, though her actions weren't inherently sexual.
Eve was just, well, stunned and caught off-guard. Agatha's filthy mouth and unusually high libido never cease to surprise her, but she would be lying if she said she isn't interested.
“No harm in trying, and our baby would feel better. What do you say, hmm? Do you want mommy and daddy's fingers?”
“Yes, please.”
“Honey, are you sure?” Eve asks, concern lacing her voice.
“God, yes, I want you both to fuck this cramp outta me, please.”
Eve gulped with how needy you sound, her eyes connecting with Agatha's, two pairs of bright blue eyes darkening with arousal.
“That’s our good girl.”
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