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Always been like this (Agatha x F!Reader)

For: @tryingmybest233333 hope you like it!

Wanda jumped, barely saving the cake she had in her hands thanks to her magic. She quickly placed it on the counter and forced a smile as she watched Agnes storm into her kitchen. She doubted the brunette hadn't seen the red threads that came from her hands, but whatever it was that had her annoyed distracted her enough not to mention it.

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"That bitch!"

"What happened?" the redhead asked carefully "is it Y/N again?"

“When is it not Y/N, Wanda?” Agnes rolled her eyes.

The younger woman felt a little awkward for asking, but she kept her smile on her face as she allowed her friend to raid her wine rack. She really didn't know how it had started, or why.

Everything in Westview was supposed to be perfect, so that she and Vision could live their lives happily with each other without worrying about a thing. Sure, she had put Dottie there, but it was simply for the occasional drama she watched on old shows when she was a kid.

However, she did not remember this. A feud between neighbors, sure, in some episode perhaps, but a damn pitched war that devastated everything? Where had that come from?! Wanda had no idea.

The only thing she knew was that for some reason, you and Agnes hated each other's guts. You couldn't see each other on the street without starting to hurl insults that you barely disguised as flirting (but everyone could hear the venom in your voice), it was normal for indecently rude gestures to be thrown at each other, and even sabotage at each other in Dottie's meetings if you had the chance.

It was common knowledge that having you in the same room with Agnes for more than two seconds was an imminent catastrophe, and over time, they had all learned to leave you alone and try not to get caught in the crossfire between you two. But no one had been able to tell Wanda why you hated each other so much.

"It's always been like this" Geraldine had told her, shrugging as Agnes shot you annoyed glances across the street.

It was as if no one knew, as if you had simply woken up one morning and decided that you hated the brunette with everything in you and she had agreed to return the favor. Something had to give in. Even if it was for the sake of her cupboard.

“Agnes” she began cautiously as her friend poured her second glass “why do you hate Y/N so much?”

"Hey! She hates ME, so I hate her back" the brunette defended herself

"But why does she hate you?"

"And what do I know?" Agnes shrugged "probably because I'm prettier and she's jealous."

Wanda laughed, deciding it wasn't worth arguing with her friend, especially when it came to the other's ego and vanity, but something in her mind was bothering her. What if she was losing control? What if she had kept this fake reality for so long that its was strating to become real? What if people were gaining freedom? She wasn't going to get a straight answer from Agnes, so she would have to go to you to try to figure this out.

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"Oh, hello Wanda!" you smiled sweetly as the redhead walked towards you "how are you?"

"Fine, thank you, Y/N" she replied "I don't want to bother you, but, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure! I'll do what I can to help you" you assured her.

Wanda smiled gratefully at you, and the doubt in her mind simply grew. She, like everyone in town, knew you for being incredibly kind and helpful, always ready to offer good advice, a helping hand, or comfort to anyone who needed it. For her, it was almost impossible to imagine you hating someone. And yet, your smile turned into an annoyed grimace and you rolled your eyes when she mentioned her friend.

"It's about Agnes" she said softly.

"What did that hateful woman do now?" you asked with annoyance

"N-nothing…I think" she responded quickly "it's just…I just want to know why you seem to hate her so much"

You looked at the redhead in front of you carefully. She looked as firm and confident as ever, but in her eyes you could see that she was actually upset, almost desperate. You assumed that your fights with Agnes were disrupting her happy married life, especially since you were aware of the brunette breaking into her house to complain about you whenever she could.

"I don't hate her" you said, deciding that you could be a little compassionate toward her "I just resent her presence."

"That…isn't that the same as hating her?"

"No" you replied "I mean, I don't wish her harm or want her to die, that would be hating her, but I don't want her around me. That damn woman is capricious and spoiled and somehow she always gets what she wants. It's annoying."

"I know Agnes can be… difficult" Wanda conceded to you "but she's a good person, maybe you guys just need to get to know each other better"

"oh believe me" you laughed softly "I know her very well, better than anyone"

You winked and smiled before turning around and continuing on your way as if nothing had happened, leaving the redhead with more questions than answers and, if the suddenly cold air around you was any indicator, even greater desperation.

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"You're a bitch"

"You love me for that"

Agatha laughed heartily as she watched you pace around the kitchen, throwing ingredients into the pan as you smiled at her over your shoulder. Ever since you guys came to Westview to steal the chaos magic, the witch had to admit that your plan to have fun in the process made every day solving Wanda's problems worth it.

"How long do you think it will take for her to break?"

"I don't know, she seemed pretty lost this afternoon" you shrugged "although that might be because you're running out of her wine supply" you smirked.

"I have to charge something for all the help I give her" Agatha joked.

“I’m sure” you laughed.

The brunette looked at you in silence for a while longer, waiting until you finished making dinner and turned off the stove before walking over to you and hugging you from behind. She placed a soft kiss on your neck as you leaned against her and you could feel the smile growing on her face.

"So I'm a bloody capricious and spoiled woman, huh darling?" she whispered

"You know well that you are the most capricious and spoiled being in the world, Aggs" you laughed.

"And you are the rudest, most terrible person" she pouted "you fight with me when all I do is love you. But I shouldn't be surprised, it's always been like this"

"It's called marriage, honey" you smiled

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zafirosreverie · 24 days

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"Would you go out with me?…I meant romantically" (Lovecraft x F!Reader)/(Poe x F!Reader)

for @stygianoir hope you like it!

H.P. Lovecraft:

He's been here for a long, long time, but he wasn't really interested in humans beyond the occasional sacrifices and tributes. There was nothing the human race could teach him, they didn't bring anything new, not even amusing for him. Until he met you.

He had been with the Guild for a long time, following orders, no matter how bloodthirsty or inhumane (after all, what did he care about the moral laws of a society that would soon disappear like so many others?), simply waiting for his contract to end so he could go back to sleep at the bottom of the ocean. But then you joined the Guild, and everything changed.

You were kind, gentle, a little distracted and radiated a pure and innocent aura, one that inevitably caught his attention. You know what they say, the darkness is always attracted to the light. He tried to approach you, the only important thing humanity had created, he needed to be near you, like a moth to the light, but it wasn't easy, you were just as shy or shyer than Alcott and Poe, which was saying a lot, and Lovecraft could see that his presence made you nervous.

However, he also felt that you weren't afraid of him, you just didn't know how to approach him. So he followed you around like a stray cat, waiting for you to get used to his presence. It wasn't his brightest move, nor the most dignified, but for an evil and ancient god, the prize often mattered more than the means, and you were definitely the prize he had longed for the most in his long, long existence.

Finally, after many months, you gave him the chance to make his move that he had been waiting for. He witnessed Twain's attempts to woo you, and although it bothered him, he had never done anything about it because you didn't really seem interested. Until one afternoon you went to him for help, saying how those flirtations and advances were really bothering you and that you wished the other man would stop. That's when Lovecraft decided to intervene, mark his territory and let the world know that you were the one to whom the eldritch horror would hand over his existence.

Listen, you knew he wasn't one for soft or cheesy talk, he just told you what he thought, direct and without embellishment and you had gotten used to it, you even appreciated his direct way of speaking because then you didn't need to try to read him or find out if the things he told you were true or if he was just being nice (you already knew he had a soft spot for you).

That's why he surprised you when one afternoon, while you sat in your study drawing, with Lovecraft's head in your lap, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked into your soul.

"Would you be my human?" he asked

"Huh?!" You blinked in confusion "I-I...I'm sure John already took that tittle"

Lovecraft frowned, as if the very idea was ridiculous and you were pretty sure he was judging you, even though his face showed no further emotion. You cleared your throat as an idea began to form in your mind, one that you really wanted to be true, but that you didn't dare say out loud.

"I mean-...you already have humans, what about the rest of the Guild? Or the people who still worship you?"

"They're not my humans" he said, as if it was something obvious "they're humans that I tolerate around me"

"You toletare me too?" you smiled a little, even as you felt your face blushing.

"I don't tolerate you. I actively seek your company" he corrected.

"…coming from you, I feel like that's an immense honor" you said sincerely, letting one of your hands caress his hair.

"It is" he replied, closing his eyes again.

You stayed silent for a while, your drawing already forgotten and abandoned while you simply looked at the impassive face of the man in your lap. Just when you thought he had fallen back asleep, you heard a soft whisper that you weren't sure if it was in your mind or he had actually said it.

"Would you be MY human?"

Clear images flashed through your mind, confirming the thought you had earlier. There was no mistaking the intentions of the horror in your arms, and as you timidly whispered a yes, you could feel as if an ancient, inhuman force surrounded you, warm and protective. The pact had been closed.

Edgar Allan Poe:

"Did she say yes again?"

Poe sighed as he sat next to Francis at the bar at the Guild base. It wasn't that they were close, he wasn't even completely sure he liked the man, but he was the only one in the organization who really had any notions of love and romantic relationships, so he was the only one who could help in his attempts to woo you.

The poor man hadn't been able to stop thinking about you from the moment he saw you. After all, you were the only reason he agreed to join the new Guild. After the disaster in Yokohama and Fitzgerald's surprising resurgence, the blonde had contacted his former employees again, in an attempt to regain the original strength of the Guild or even make it stronger.

As expected, some didn't accept. Steinbeck basically gave the man the middle finger, while Mitchell had decided to return home despite her embarrassment at not being able to regain the family's honor, and Montgomery had not even been considered for it. By the time Alcott had gone to look for him, they only had Melville, Twain, and herself on board (and Poe was sure that Herman had simply accepted out of a strange paternal sense toward Fitzgerald).

For a moment he had decided to reject the offer and wash his hands of Guild, but Louisa had asked him to at least just go see the new base, so that Francis would see that she had at least tried. It was a favor as "partners in shyness" that he had not been able to refuse. It was then that he met you.

When he and Louisa had arrived at the base, Fitzgerald had his back to the door, talking animatedly to someone. When he turned around, his eyes lit up at the sight of Poe and he quickly thanked him for coming back. Before Edgar could correct him and say that he was just visiting, Francis introduced you, and then his entire world stopped.

You were small (compared to him), pretty, young, your eyes didn't seem to be able to leave the ground and your cheeks were tinted a healthy and beautiful pink. Poe felt his heart begin to beat faster and he almost feared he had died, because there was no other explanation for being in the presence of such an angel.

"This is Y/N Y/L/N" Francis had said, breaking him out of his reverie "She will share the position of master architect with you."

The man had continued to babble further explanations, but Poe stopped listening again, simply staring at you behind the curtains of hair that hid his eyes. You were clinging to someone's arm, and it wasn't until he was able to regain control of the rest of his senses that Poe realized that you had, in fact, managed to bring two more members of the former Guild with you (although he never had the courage to ask you how the hell you'd contacted Lovecraft, or how you'd convinced Hawthorne to come back (honestly, part of him wasn't sure he wanted to know)).

And the moment you lifted your face a little to give him that smile, that damn shy smile, that had pierced his soul, Poe knew that there was no way in the world he could leave you. Not even Ranpo had been able to convince him to join the agency and abandon the new Guild. He just couldn't bear the thought of never seeing you again.

So he stayed and got to know you better. You two actually worked well together, and when Louisa joined the equation, the new Guild soon became the most influential organization in all of Japan (even the Port mafia had tried to do business with them).

It was easy to see the difference between this Guild and the old one, and for Poe, it was equally easy to discern why. It was you. Despite your shy and socially awkward nature, you were a little ray of sunshine to everyone, you knew how to keep a friendly conversation with anyone (as long as it was only one person, maximum two. Any more than that and you wouldn't talk anymore), help with their problems, you were a good listener and your silent company was always a source of tranquility and calm.

It was no wonder that Lovecraft loved sleeping near you, or that Hawthorne spent his afternoons reading next to you in your office. And for Poe, his favorite time were the nights, those in which you would timidly knock on his door and read his novels, those that he had abandoned in his obsession to defeat Ranpo and that thanks to you he had taken up again.

You had given him back a part of himself that he hadn't even realized he had lost, and because of that, he had decided to face his fears and try to establish a more intimate relationship with you.

The problem was that you just didn't take the hints. Whenever Poe tried to ask you out, you said yes, but then you would ask Louisa to join, so it was clear that you thought of it as a favor he was doing you, as part of the "partners in shyness" club.

Poe, being part of said squad as well, could never say no or correct you, so he ended up accepting the friendly solution. Louisa had apologized to him many times for that, but he knew it wasn't her fault.

"Why don't you write her something?" Francis asked, taking him out of his thoughts "You're a writer after all"

"I already tried, but I don't know how to write romance novels, and I don't think a crime scene is a good setting for a date."

"I meant letters, not a whole novel. Go back to the classics!"

That…that made sense. Edgar actually felt a little silly for not thinking of it sooner, but hey, it was better late than never, right? Days later, on one of the nights you visited him in his office, he asked you to help with something. But instead of the manuscript you had expected, he gave you a letter where he confessed everything he felt for you.

At that moment, you couldn't misunderstand anything, and all the kind invitations he had made to you before came back to your mind. You hid your face in your hands as you felt your cheeks heat up and apologized profusely for being so blind, but Poe quickly assured you that it was okay, he had still enjoyed those outings even if they hadn't been what he had planned.

“So… uhm…” he shifted uncomfortably next to you.

"I'll go out with you…romantically this time" you joked awkwardly and smiled shyly at him.

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"Oh, it's about time, you two," Mark joked when he saw you walking hand in hand. "Aw, don't blush, now that two of you are dating, you just need to adopt Louisa."

"Mark!"

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