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Temporary – Chapter 10 (Wanda/Agatha Story)
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EVERYONE!
I can't begin to tell you all how sorry I am this has taken me so long. I have lost touch with my passion after working on my final 70-page-thesis and taking all of my exams to complete my studies. However, I did it! And, starting today, I have 76 days until I start work as a proper teacher, where my life will be turned completely upside down, once again.
Until then, I aim to finish this work and share the coming 7-8 chapters with you, to give you all closure with this storyline, before I move on to a new chapter in life myself.
Thank you for everyone who is still reading. Thank you for waiting. I hope I make it worth while.
Here we go, again.
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“Good Morning.“
Agatha looks up from the book that’s placed on top of the kitchen island in front of her, hand resting on the page she is currently reading.
“Hi you.“ She smiles softly, as her eyes land on the young author appearing in the door frame.
Wanda frowns, overlooking the state of the room as Agatha had apparently spent the night on the couch, unwilling to leave the house. Hugging herself with her arms crossed in front of her body, she slowly caresses her elbow with her thumb.
“You’re still here.“ It’s more of an observation than a question, yet, it might as well raise one: “Why?“
The older woman smiles. “Because I can’t leave. I’ve told you. We need each other.“
One eyebrow slightly raised, the brunette slides a cup of coffee across the island, inviting Wanda to sit with her accompanied by a swift motion of her hand.
“Agatha. You can’t just barge into my life, command to stay, order me around, tell me all of your… all of your stories, and expect me to just… accept… all of this.“ Wandas green eyes are wide open as she tries to contain herself, threading a trembling hand through her long red hair.
“I know,“ the response is barely more than a whisper and, upon noticing, for the first time Wanda does not feel intimidated by the other woman. Taking a deep breath, she finally sits down across from her guest, where the women sit in silence for a moment.
Suddenly interrupting the calm, Agatha closes the book and looks at Wanda with an intensity the other woman has never seen before. “How much of this have you looked at, by the way? I mean… Did anything ever happen?“
Wanda thinks back at all the times the book called out for her touch. And the times she gave in. Unwilling to fully open herself up just yet, she decides to keep most of it to herself. However, her eagerness to find answers takes over control and she slowly begins nodding.
“I read those words. Latin. Something about disrupting and… Reverting, I think.“
She gets interrupted by Agatha: “Disparuti et non revertum.“
“Right. That. And I feel like something happened when I touched them, when I….“
“You touched them?“ The brunette nearly tips over her cup as she looks at Wanda in disbelief. “Why would you… How?“
Thinking back at the pain of the moment, Wanda looses her focus on the other woman and winces, immediately caressing her previously burnt fingers upon the memory. Before she knows it, Agatha is next to her, extending her hand, palm up, expecting her to place her own hand within it.
The air is static as the women are closer to each other again, urging Wanda to refuse eye contact and keep her focus on their now joined hands. Agatha’s palm is warm – the fingers gracing over the younger woman’s skin are soft and gentle as she observes the surface of her fingertips with squinted eyes. A shiver runs down Wanda’s spine upon the softness of the other woman’s touch that is so full of intend it makes Wanda loose control for just a second.
Looking up, she melts into the deep blue sea that belongs to Agatha and her breath quickens upon the other woman’s gaze. For a moment, time stands still and Wanda is sure her guest can feel her racing heart through her skin, might notice the dilation of her pupils or the radiation spreading from her as the heat within her rises. Seemingly unfazed, Agatha interrupts every single one of Wanda’s bubbling thoughts, breaking the silence.
“Wanda… The damage you did is irreversible. You can’t see it yet, but your – well – this witch part of you will carry these marks around forever.“ She graces over the finger tips still resting on the palm of her hand, making the black tips appear just like they were when Wanda first touched the page. “You’ve touched runes. That’s something you shouldn’t – can’t do. It will always be like this. Wanda, this is exactly why you need me. The Darkhold is dangerous and I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to find what you’re searching for without seriously damaging yourself.“
Agatha finally shifts her focus from their hands back to the woman in front of her. “You have to trust me.“
Wanda nods, finally retracting her hands from the other woman’s touch. Putting some distance between them, she steps away, taking her unfinished coffee with her. “But I need time.“
She would get time.
After waiting for this moment for decades, Agatha is unwilling to destroy her chances of finally taking the Darkhold back home. So, she keeps her distance. She stays in Wanda’s house, but doesn’t engage unless the younger woman encourages her to. Every now and then, both women would steal glances at each other. Whenever someone cooks, she cooks for the other as well. Conversations are short and far between, but somehow, the two women find themselves constantly gravitating towards each other.
For a week, the two witches move around the home in comfortable silence most of the time, learning to trust the other more in the process, while granting each other space. In the morning, Wanda would sit at the kitchen island and type away on her computer, working on her newest novel. In the afternoon, she would find Agatha on the couch, frantically scribbling notes onto papers that Wanda doesn’t feel like she is allowed to look at, so she doesn’t.
However, after a while, whenever she finds the other woman occupying the space on the couch, she sits down with the her, mindlessly swiping through pages of magazines and light hearted books.
On the eighth day, just like so many times before, Wanda enters the room as Agatha is already seated and tugged away into the corner of the couch. Preparing two cups of steaming hot tea, the younger woman softly hums to herself and grants Agatha with a genuine smile as she bends down and reaches out to place the second mug into waiting hands. This routine has been going on for just a handful of times, yet, it seems familiar and… domestic.
“Thank you.“ Agatha smiles, closing her eyes as she moves back into the corner, finding a comfortable position. “Wand–“
“Agatha, I–“ both woman furrow their brows in amusement, having interrupted each other.
The older woman smiles fondly, nodding just once to urge Wanda to go first.
“Thank you, for giving me space,“ Wanda smile, “I really appreciate that.“
She is met with genuine eyes in return. “Of course.“
“But I can’t help but wonder… What are you working on? Your writing is a little unsettling.“ Raising one brow, she takes a long sip of her tea, awaiting an answer that might never come.
Despite her worry, Agatha smiles and sights, putting her own mug on the coffee table in front of them. “I have been studying the Darkhold this week. Noted down any runes and practices I might have to teach you in order to understand yourself. In a way, I would say I came up with a study plan, creating lesson after lesson. That’s what I’ve been doing. Don’t worry. Nothing bad.“
Unable to contain the look of surprise on her face, Wanda seems perplexed. “ But… I haven’t agreed to do all of this yet.“ “I know.“ Agatha looks up, really looking into Wanda’s eyes for the first time since their last kiss.
Once again, the brunette can’t wrap her head around how beautiful the younger woman is. She remembers the other day, where she had touched her hand so carefully, trying to ground the other while making sure she was save. Being this close to Wanda was dangerous, Agatha knows that, and when their fingers touched, she had a hard time containing herself to not let all of her old feelings overcome the distance and broken promises they had endured.
For a moment, both woman just stare at each other and Agatha feels the familiar pull yet again, but decides to resist. Wanda, on the other hand, doesn’t. Instead, she sighs and regards Agatha with another smile, before she moves her legs up onto the couch, slowly and carefully resting her toes under Agatha’s tights.
Perplexed by the sudden touch, the witch’s breath hitches, and she looks at Wanda, whose focus has already shifted to the magazine on her lap, unaware of the other woman’s emotional state. Taking in a long breath, Agatha makes the decision to not comment on it. Instead, the corners of her mouth twitch up and she finds herself displaying a fond smile, before she lets her hand sink down onto Wandas legs with a silent, shaking exhale.
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Temporary – Chapter 9 (Wanda/Agatha Story)
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Hours later, Wanda still sits leaned against her bedroom door, shutting Agatha and everything connected to her out in an attempt to pretend the conversation didn’t happen. Scenes from before are running around in her head, replaying behind her eyes over and over again. Love. Hate. A fight, death? A silent tear runs down her cheek as she bites her lips, trying not to freak out.
Over and over again, the red head rubs her eyes, making stars erupt behind her lids, before she caresses the spot between her eyes and takes in a shaky breath. If all of this is true, why would Agatha come back? Why would she… Do all of this and then stage her death and search for her anyway?
“Wanda?“ A familiar voices appears right outside of the door, once again. “Wanda, please. Let me talk. I don’t want to fight. I’ve been searching for you for so long. I…. We… Wanda, please, let me explain.“
Shaking her head with teary eyes, Wanda bites her lip, refusing to answer.
On the other side of the door, the older woman places a soft hand on the cold wood, letting her head hang down. “Wanda, please. I don’t want to hurt you, or anything.. I just want to talk.“
Agatha’s heart is banging into her throat as she finally decides to turn around and slowly slides down against the cold door herself. “Okay. Well. If you don’t come out, I’ll just have to talk to myself. Maybe you will listen.“
Still refusing to answer, Wanda bites the insides of her cheek, thinking about the shake in the older woman’s voice. For a moment, she wants to believe that this door would be strong enough to keep her out. Her words. Her aura. Her overall presence, with her cheeky smile and those beautiful blue eyes. Praying, Wanda hopes for this door to push the outside world aside and keep her safe, just for a moment. Just for another day. With closed eyes, she takes in another shaky breath and decides to listen anyway.
The brunette woman on the other side draws in a deep breath herself, making up her mind, as she contemplates where to start. “Wanda….. please. I don’t want to do this like that.“
Annoyed, the younger woman finally answers. “Listen, talk or leave. But stop calling my name. Stop begging. I am tired.“
The door between them, Agatha finally begins. She tells Wanda about the fight, leaving out all of the intimate details about their previous relationship. About how good her fingertips felt on Wanda’s soft skin and how her lips would grace over every inch of the other woman’s body. Neither does she mention the life they’ve had and the home they had built together. Instead, Agatha talks about the  fight and the pain it brought onto her. She talks about the day it all happened, how Wanda hit her with all of her power, ending her tale with how she fled the scene, staging her death.
Silence.
Neither of the women knows how long they’ve been sitting agains their opposite sides of the door as the red-head interrupts the silence. “Why did you come back?“
Another long moment of silence follows, before Agatha finally confesses how she managed to find Wanda, the best-selling author, and how she read all of her books and watched her. For years.
Turning around on her side of the door. Wanda places her hand on the surface, frowning. “Agatha.  I need you to answer. Why did you come back?“
The words hang heavy between them. Forgotten promises and soft touches, buried underneath lies and wrongdoings. For a moment, it seems like the women would snap right back into what has been. What both of them had missed without knowing.
Instead, Agatha sighs. “Please come out. Let us sit down together and I’ll tell you everything. I promise.“
“And why would I trust you?“
Moving away from the door, Agatha stretches her fingers, before adjusting the assortment of rings on them. “To be honest… you probably shouldn’t.“
And with that, she leaves.
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It takes a moment for Wanda to appear in the kitchen door frame, her eyes immediately landing on the older woman sitting on her couch. Unsure what to do, Wanda stays standing still, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.
“Why. Did you. Come back?“ Wanda’s face as she talks tells Agatha everything she needs to know about the other woman’s inner feelings.
There is no more time to fuck around.
“You might want to sit down for this.“ Agatha motions to the empty seats on the couch next to her and Wanda follows, slowly.
Green eyes wide open, Wanda locks eyes with Agatha, trying to remember what had happened in their past. “Let’s get this over with. Start.“
Agatha looks at Wanda, still unsure where to start and takes in a deep breath before she introduces the younger woman to a world she seems to be no longer part of. This time, the brunette skips the details of their fight and talks about something that occurred while she was in hiding. Aiming to own and conduct the Darkhold – a book that originally belonged to Agatha –, a strong magician called Dr.Strange was after Wanda, apparently, fighting her for the ancient work of art.
“And this man, Dr.Strange“, Agatha continues, “should NOT.. no, must not own this book, under any circumstances. He is evil and tried to suppress the whole world more times than we can count. And we’ve been fighting him, for years. Trying to safe everyone we know from his darkness.“
Wanda sighs, “Well, I get it, but what happened, then? What does any of that have to do with why you are here?“
A soft, sad smile appears on the older woman’s face. “Once I was gone, the Darkhold belonged to you. So he must have looked for it in my absence and… he came for you.“
Agatha moves closer to Wanda, reaching for her hand in comfort. 
“And when he finally found you, he realized you were too strong for him. Strange could not win. The Darkhold would never fully belong to him, unless he conquered you. So, instead of just giving up and leaving without the book, he erased your memory. Sent you down here, to this place. This… man locked you, the Scarlet Witch in this space, trapping you without any knowledge of who and what you are. Of your strength and, well, your destiny. And, even though the Darkhold is still in your possession, he made you forget how to read and use it.“
The younger woman frowns, trying to connect what she was just told with the pieces of what she can remember herself. After a while, she nods. “And you are here, because you want the book? If it can only be read by one person – the person who owns the book. Me. – what would you want it for anyways?“
Once again, Agatha sighs before she continues to talk. “I can read it.“
Confused, Wanda locks eyes with her once again, a single eyebrow raised. “But how?“
“I wrote it. The book. I wrote the Darkhold and I want it back. To keep it safe.“
Wanda nods slowly. This information should shock her, but honestly, what is life anymore anyways? Contemplating Agatha’s words for another second, she talks. “But… why don’t you just take it back from me then?“
Nodding to herself, Agatha Harkness gets up from the couch and slowly makes her way across the room. “Well, for starters, since you repeatedly say you don’t trust me, I assume you will not just hand the book to me per my request. Therefore, and for the Darkhold’s magic to fully reach its potential, I will have to fight you. Perhaps to death. At least til exhaustion.“
Following the other woman with her eyes, Wanda readjusts herself on the couch and gets comfortable once more, leaning against the biggest cushion she can reach. “But then… just fight me?“
Agatha cackles, flinging her long, dark hair over her right shoulder. “Darling, I would, but I don’t stand a chance. Not against you. Not against the legendary Scarlet Witch.“
Caught off-guard by the nickname, Wanda blinks several times as she tries to comprehend the meaning behind Agatha’s words. Suddenly, Agatha moves towards the door, seemingly ready to leave the room. “Wait!“
Wanda’s voice interrupts Agatha in her movements. “Wait! I have a deal. If what you say is true, this Dr.Strange seems to be a serious threat to me. I will hand the Darkhold over to you under one condition – help me remember who I really am. Help me find my power again. Teach me how to read the book so I can gain back my strength. Teach me how to shield myself from his power. Then, and only then, you can leave.“
Thinking for a moment, Agatha bites her lips to keep herself from smiling as she secretly balls her hands into a fist, celebrating her victory. “Deal, darling.“
Now would be the moment to leave. The conversation is clearly over, what needed to be said is said. And yet, Agatha keeps standing still, unable to move away from the other woman, who is sitting on the couch looking like a hurt puppy.
“Are you okay?“
The red-head looks up. “Me? Yeah. I mean, I think so. It’s just a lot. You have turned my life upside down in like a day. Those stories you tell. How can any of this be real?“
Desperately trying to control herself, Wanda takes in shaky breaths, finding herself on the brim of a panic attack. Her pulse quickens and she can feel her sight tunnel in, making it hard for her to think rationally. Immediately noticing, the other woman launches herself back towards the couch, instantly embracing Wanda in a loose hug to steady and support her. After a while, the brunette starts to caress one of Wanda’s legs with the hand that’s not holding on to her, in an attempt to ground the younger woman.
Interrupting her panic, Wanda softly places a shaky hand on Agatha’s, gracing over the rings on her fingers. “This ring.. The one on your ring finger. Where did you get that from?“
Agatha smiles the warmest smile she can conquer, looking at the smaller woman. “You are right to wonder. You carry the same one around your neck, I noticed earlier today. That one is also mine.“
“What? No!“ Instantly, Wanda retracts from Agatha’s touch, who smiles reassuringly and nods slightly.
“Yes,“ she says, “I gave it to you as a promise. Centuries back.“
Wanda frowns. “And here you are, still wearing it. Why?“
For a moment, a heavy silence hangs between the two woman, blue melting into green, before Agatha launches forward, crashing her body into the other woman’s short frame, pushing her back against the couch cushions. “This is why.“
Before Wanda can draw another breath, soft lips find their way onto hers, drawing her in, inviting her to melt into the embrace. Desperate for more, Agatha allows her hand to travel down in between them, caressing the other woman’s body on the way down as she keeps stealing kisses from her.
A soft groan escapes Wanda’s lips as she moves up into the touch, hitting the remote that’s placed on the couch and lands on the floor with a crash in the process.
Instantly, Wanda is back in the present, pushing Agatha off of her, before jumping up from the couch and taking a step back.
“Stop,“ she pants, “I… I still don’t trust you.“
And with that, she is gone.
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Temporary – Chapter 8 (Wanda/Agatha Story)
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A/N: Hello Hello! As you all know by now, I am working on my final thesis to become a teacher.For that, I am currently working on a survey, collecting data on the importance and the loss of queer characters on television/in movies. Please take a couple minutes to answer 10 small questions to help me with my paper. It would mean the world!!!! & its completely anonymous <3 Just click here: ---> https://surveyhero.com/c/ekxdxkqp Until then, enjoy! xxx
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“Wanda! Wanda, calm down!“ Agatha holds on to Wanda’s hands at her side as the younger woman tries to calm herself down and flattens her heartbeat. “Wanda, breath! You’re having a panic attack.“ Desperately, blue eyes search for recognition in a green sea. Looking at the other woman with wide eyes, Agatha takes in a sharp breath and tries to force Wanda to focus on her face.“What…?“ Utterly confused, the redhead suddenly looks around, locks eyes with Agatha and starts hitting her with full force. “Get off!“
Agatha, who is now securing Wanda’s hands and arms to her sides, trying to defend herself while making sure Wanda is save by keeping her in place.
“You bitch! Let me go!“ Wanda riles herself up, seemingly fighting for her life, as Agatha huffs, trying to pin her down.
Using more and more strength to hold on to the redhead's hands, Agatha moves her face closer to Wanda’s, her breath gracing over the younger woman’s lips.Suddenly, time seems to stand still and Wanda stops moving. Green meets blue and the world takes a conjoined breath as both women stare at each other. Seconds go by, maybe minutes, but for the two women, nothing matters anymore.
The younger woman furrows her brows. “Who are you really?“ It's nothing more than a whisper, but enough for Agatha’s skin to break out into goosebumps, shying away from the answer.
Licking her lips, she looks down at Wanda, trying to contain herself. The younger woman, in return, keeps holding eye-contact, before her gaze travels down onto the brunette’s lips, staying there a tad bit too long. Biting her own lips, she refuses to look away.
“I…“ Agatha starts, but she can’t seem to find the right words, entranced by the other woman’s beauty. Her breath quickens and she can feel the slightest sting in her lower abdomen, her body aching for the other woman. Desperately, she grabs onto the other woman’s bare arms, holding on tight.
“Wanda…“ Something hangs in the air. Words unspoken. Actions undone.
Wanda looks right at Agatha, losing herself in the blue of her eyes. Suddenly, the brunette lets go of Wanda’s arm, too weak to make sense of her own body, as Wanda moves closer, up, close enough to tickle Agatha’s lips with her breath.
Every second away from the other woman physically hurts Wanda, forcing her even closer than she already is. Slowly moving, she raises her hand and places it onto the other woman’s face, gracing her thumb over her cheek before slowly sliding it over her lips.
Agatha’s lips part and she sighs, too weak to form another word, before she moves down, crushing her lips onto the red-heads features, who welcomes her with a soft squeak.
The kiss erupts stars behind Wanda’s eyes, turning her whole life upside down. Every inch of her body reacts to the other woman’s touch, raising up and crushing down, nothing there to hold onto. Wanda sights, melting into Agatha’s touch, who, unstoppably, roams around the other woman’s features, losing herself, touching the younger woman’s temple with the tip of her pointer finger in the process. — Suddenly, Agatha is gone. She is gone and Wanda finds herself alone on an open clearing.
It’s cold.
And dark.
Nothing around but some trees and the moonlit sky.
“Hello?“ Stumbling around, Wanda falls to her knees.
Tears are streaming down her face as she looks down onto her bloody hands. Her whole body aches, her knees open, her face bleeding. Suddenly, another blast of purple magic pulls her off her feet. The redhead gets tossed around, hitting her whole body against a tree, before she sinks down against it, releasing a moan as she closes her eyes.
Opening them, a figure appears, gliding down from the sky, softly placing one foot in front of another as she lands on the green grass, before she walks towards the young redhead.
“Wanda, Wanda. You didn’t think you could just come here and steal the darkhold, did you?“ Agatha grins, her purple magic eluding from both hands. “I can’t believe I have ever loved you. Did you know that, with one touch, I could end your pathetic little life?“ Agatha laughs, cackles, as she moves closer towards Wanda.
Leaning down, the redhead can see her eyes and feel the darkness within them. Before the older woman can say another word, she is hit by a blast, throwing her across the meadow towards a cliff.
“Aaaaaaaah“, furious, Agatha bends backwards, collecting all of her strength to throw the strongest hit back towards the other woman, missing her by an inch.
Sensing her chance, Wanda regains her strength, channelling all of her power to hit Agatha one final time. As the red lighting hits a nearby tree that Agatha is hiding behind, the older woman is gone, leaving behind nothing but a trail of dust. Watching it move towards the floor, the younger woman exhales a breath she has been holding for weeks. It's finally over. She has finally won.
Sinking down back do earth, Wanda lands on her knees and burying her hands in the deep, fresh grass, as her head hangs down.
Taking a deep breath, she looks up towards the sky, thanking whoever helped for her strength to fight the keeper of the darkhold.
Smiling to herself, Wanda slowly gets up and collects the book off the grass, before she evaporates into thin air, leaving nothing but the silent clearing behind. — Frantically moving her hands off of Wanda’s face, Agatha stumbles back and falls off the couch with a thud.
“YOU.“ Wanda follows her, trying to reach her, stretching out her hands in an attempt to push Agatha down onto the floor.
Before she gets to her, the older woman has raises her hands, shielding herself, holding Wanda in place without even touching her, an unknown force in between the two women, unspoken words hanging in the air.
Wanda blinks.
Once.
Twice, trying to get through what Agatha has done, until it hits her.
The woman lying in front of her is a witch.
And so is she.
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Temporary - Chapter 7 (Agatha/Wanda Story)
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A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to 2023!!! I can't put into words how sorry I am this story is taking me so long to update. I hope everyone understands that I am in my last semester at uni - writing my final thesis and like.... 100 pages don't write themselves :D Anyhow. I am eager to continue and, ultimately, finish this story, hoping you all enjoy!!! Have a nice Sunday and I great start into the new week!
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The following week goes by in a blip, but, simultaneously, time appears to stand completely still. Right when she wakes up, Wanda contacts her management team and asks for them to find and get in contact with the other woman. The person who took away her breath at the signing. Agatha. Everything else is now out of her hands, so, for the next week, the author fully immerses herself into the book. Tries to understand. Learns the runes. Reads as much as she can. Just like before, pages start to appear and disappear, and she feels drawn to the page of the other woman over and over again.
Convinced of a PR-stunt, Wanda does not spend a single second trying to get behind the book. Trying to figure out how it works or what it is for. Because she wishes for Agatha to tell her. For the beautiful woman, the talented author, to come to her office, sit down in her library with her, and tell her about her plans for THEIR novel.Little does she know that, one day, she will wish she never hoped for that.
Three weeks go by in which Wanda spends every waking moment on her newest book. She writes, day in, day out, drafts over drafts pile up in her basement as she sits on her chair, hair up in a messy bun, eyes squinting as she hovers over yet another page of the darkhold.
The office is filled with takeout boxes and bunched up papers from endless nights of writing. Years ago, Wanda had asked her team to stay out of her home. To give her privacy. With only a few exceptions in which they had meeting in the redheads living room, everyone granted her her wishes and gave her every space she had asked for. Because of that, Wanda finally gets a call one day, instead of an executed assistant running down the stairs to her basement.
Groaning, because her brain does not connect the dots yet, she picks up: “Yeah?“
“Wanda… Ms. Maximoff. I mean.. Boss. We found her.“ The person in line is nervous.
“You WHAT?“, noticeably confused, Wanda nearly kicks over the glass of water standing on her table as she jumps up from her chair.
Without hesitation, the other person in line continues. “Ms. Harkness! We found her. She agreed to come see you.“
“Come see me? Ms. Harkness?“ It takes another few seconds for her to get it. To understand who Ms. Harkness must be, and when she does, she needs some time to process the information, this sudden development being too unexpected to fully set within her just yet. “The woman we’ve been searching for for like a month agreed to come see me? In my home? I assume, soon?“
The other person in line must be nodding right now because there is no immediate answer. “Yes! Exactly. You name a time and date and she will be there. In your home. Alone. That was her only demand.“
Pinching the top of her nose, Wanda considers. Of course it feels strange for a complete stranger to demand being in her home all by themselves, but then again, maybe she wants to go over drafts, compare ideas, speak about a project she hasn’t told anyone about just yet. Wanda gets it. She probably would ask for the exact same thing. After all, she was the one who came up with the location. Ms. Harkness is just adding another circumstance.
She arranges an appointment with her assistant before she hangs up and releases a long breath she didn’t know she was holding. Sighing, Wanda makes her way up the stairs towards her living room, where she grabs a glass and pours herself some white wine to celebrate the occasion.
It takes her until she plops down onto her couch until she realizes what had just happened. This woman wasn’t just some author. She was so smart her work had wrecked Wanda’s brain for the last month. And she was beautiful. So beautiful that her pretty blue eyes had followed Wanda in her dreams, every night ever since she had first fallen into them.
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Another couple of days go by before the day of the meeting has finally come. Excitement rushing through her veins, the young author finds herself standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. “Why do you care so much? Jeeeeez. This is a work meeting.“ She squints as she bites her lips.
Closing her eyes, Wanda takes a deep breath and slides her hands across the sink table as she exhales. One last look into the mirror.. and it’s time.
Just a few moments later, the doorbell rings. Wanda had decided to meet the other woman in her own four walls because that’s were she feels most comfortable. That’s where her books are and where her creativity flows best. After all, she was gonna convince the woman to work on what might be the project of their lives with her. This could be a huge opportunity, this could change her life. Forever.
“Hiya, Hon!“ The brunette chimes and flashes a bright smile as soon as Wanda opens the door. She is as beautiful as Wanda remembers. Long dark hair flows down and hugs her shoulders, highlighting the crystal blue eyes looking up at her. Her smile is dazzling and the soft wrinkles around her eyes speak of a lifetime of laughter and joy.
The redhead’s lips curl upwards in a shy, sincere motion. “Hello there.“
This is so different than she had imagined. Instead of the formal professional greeting she expected, the other woman has already made her face flush before extending her hand for Wanda to grab. As soon as their fingers touch, the young author takes in an unnoticeable breath and her heart rate speeds up. Silently cursing herself, she finally takes a step to the side.
“Come in!“ Holding the door open for the other woman, she extends her arm to grab her jacket. “Welcome!“
Taking in the place, Agatha walks right into Wanda’s space as the redhead puts away her belongings. Respectfully, she doesn’t walk too far into the house without the other woman at her side. “Beautiful home you have here.“ She turns around and smiles.
Nodding, Wanda finally joins her at her side and leads her to the sitting area. The TV hanging on the wall across the house is currently set on frame-mode, displaying a variety of beautiful classic paintings. Sitting down, Agatha’s eyes land on the screen, dazzling as the Starry Night by Van Gogh appears.
“That’s my favorite..“ Wanda sighs, as she sinks down on the opposite side of the couch, following Agatha’s eyes.
For a moment, the women sit in silence.
Even though she is intrigued by the mysteriousness surrounding the other woman, Wanda finally has enough. “So… Ms. Harkness. Who are you? What do you want?“
Taking her eyes off the frame-TV, the brunette finally makes full eye contact. “Right! I’m so sorry! I forgot that you must have no idea about any of it.“
Wanda slightly squints, trying to figure out what ‚it‘ means.
Getting no reaction from the redhead, Agatha continues. “My name is Agatha, Agatha Harkness and I’ve been a huge fan for years. Read all your work. Loved Scarlett. Really. Big fan.“
Wanda nods, but doesn’t answer, as this is not the kind of information she was hoping for. Unable to tell where this sudden awkwardness is coming from, she shivers as the air around them changes.
“Right, Agatha. Nice to finally meet you. I’m sorry my team hunted you down like that but I, I really needed to talk to you after reading that book you’ve planted in my home. You really gotta tell me how you did that, by the way.“ She takes a quick breath. “But really, I know their ways of finding you were unconventional and I…“Agatha falls right into her sentence. “Let's not talk about that. In all my excitement when preparing this for you, I must have forgotten to include my name in the book.“, she huffs, “Really, I’m just glad they found me.“
Slowly nodding as Agatha talks, Wanda lays her forehead in folds. How does someone forget to put their name into their work of art? Something that essential forgotten by someone genius like that? Uncertainty and concern spreads in her chest, leading Wanda to come to the decision. She will not share any idea about her book’s content without getting to know the other woman and her intentions first.
“I’m glad they found you, too.“ Looking up, their eyes meet again and Wanda remembers the first time they’ve ever seen each other. The times she thought of her. The dreams she’s had of her. Damnit.
Taking any decision out of her hands, Agatha finally starts talking. “I know you’ve probably invited me here to talk about my book. I would be highly interested in working with you. Being at your reading fully convinced me of it, if I wasn’t convinced before,“ she winks, “however, I really feel like we should get to know each other before we start to get to work. After all, this project could possible take ages and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.“
Not that Wanda would mind. Giggling, why the hell is she giggling now, she agrees and gets up. “Do you drink wine? I’ll pop a bottle for us and then we can… talk.“
Agatha grins, “White, please.“, and makes herself comfortable in her corner of the couch.
As soon as she gets into the kitchen to open a bottle, Wanda pours herself half a glass and downs it right away, before making her way back to the other woman.
Finally plopping down onto the couch for good, she inhales and slowly exhales, before locking eyes with the brunette. Said woman smiles back, raising her glass. “To us. Thank you for having me.“
“To us.“ Glasses cling and the first sips are taken.
“So… Agatha, what kind of stories do you write?“ Wanda raises an eyebrow and keeps her eyes glued to the other woman, taking in her full frame. The way her slim fingers wrap around the glass, her silver rings complimenting them, the lightest twitch of her lips before they break apart into the sweetest smile. Agathas eyes focus on a droplet of wine as it moves towards the brim of the glas as she picks it up to take another sip before answering. Taking her sweet time, she moves her pointer finger around the top of the class. “Well, mostly mysterious. Dark dramas. Thrillers even. I used to study runes and ancient tales - Witchcraft - which is why I came across your books and fell in love with them. And writing in general“, she adds quickly.
“Runes, huh?“ Wanda smirks. “Looking at the book you prepared for me, I got really interested in them myself. Maybe even believe in their magic. Have you got a favorite one?“
For a moment, Agatha is perplexed, noticing the vulnerability coming with this kind of question. Answering truthfully, she will lay out a part of her unconscious inside thoughts she’s never talked about. Nevertheless, she is eager to share, hoping the beautiful redhead will continue spending time with her. Choosing the most mysterious answer, she smiles to herself as she starts talking.
“The 14th rune of the old Futhark. Perthro.“ Interested because she has never heard of this specific one, Wanda leans closer as Agatha continues. “I like it because it’s the one rune I couldn’t get behind. It’s like it’s keeping a secret from me. From us all. But… The one thing it appears to be useful for is.. well.. finding something that is lost.“
A soft smile plays around her lips as she locks eyes with Wanda again.
Wanda inhales. Her voice is soft. “And… Did you find what you were searching for?“
They both sit in silence for a moment, seemingly moving closer. Their hands on the couch inch towards each other, radiating heat off of them. Wanda bites her lower lip as she tries to calm herself down, noticing Agatha is, indeed, gravitating towards her. Her breath quickens and she feels her body reacting to the moment until…. A loud peng pulls her out of it all.
“Oh god, oh, I’m so sorry“ Agatha crumbles and bends over, down towards the floor, wanting to pick up the fallen over wine bottle. As she does, she beams. “Oh, it’s fine! Look, it was empty.“
Looking at the other woman and the empty bottle in her hand, Wanda finally catches herself. What went into her? What was she thinking? Taking the sign, she gets up from the couch, searching for a way to leave the moment. THE BOOK. Right. They keep talking about it, so it only makes sense to get it upstairs again.
Shooting Agatha an apologetic look, Wanda excuses herself and takes the stairs to the basement, eager to catch a short breath by herself, leaving behind a baffled brunette. As soon as she finds herself in her sacred place, the young author has to hold on to one of her bookshelves. This woman will be her death. It’s hard not to want to stare at her. Touch her. Be closer to her. Let alone now that they had somehow agreed to drink wine to loosen their tongues. Wanda shakes her head, furiously, trying to get rid of her nagging thoughts.
Book tugged under one arm, she comes back upstairs a moment later, rounding the corner to find Agatha still sitting on the couch. Making her way back to it, she softly places the book on the table, opening it to a page she thinks Agatha might be ready to talk about.
Agatha smiles at her, probably thinking of the moment before. Trying not to channel another moment of nearly getting too close, Wanda keeps a straight face and looks at the book on the table. She has studied this page before. Multiple times.
A seemingly young woman is floating in the air, black lines leading away from her, surrounding her like snakes. On her head, there is what appears to be a crown, the details not visible due to the pictures black, dirty look. Wanda taps on the page with one finger, looking at Agatha just briefly before focusing again on the woman. “This one is most interesting. She doesn’t have a face. So… Who is she? What’s her story?“
Looking back at Agatha with her beautiful green eyes, Wanda is now fully immersed in what the brunette has to say and doesn’t notice her getting closer yet again. Childishly, her fingers are still resting on the page as she waits for the other woman to start explaining as, suddenly, her focus shifts.
Agatha’s movements are followed by an airflow that grants Wanda with the sweetest scent that has ever hit her. The brunette smells like lavender that is growing on a clearing in the middle of untouched woods. Like a chilling breeze dazzling through her hair in cold summer nights. Like the feeling of falling asleep on a blanket under the stars.
Right when Wanda is about to lean way closer to Agatha than she should to take in more of her scent, the brunette places her hand on Wandas, gently taking it off the page, before touching the page herself. With two fingers this time. Her face darkens.
“This, Wanda, is the strongest being in every universe. The one person undefeated by anybody.“ Agatha looks up, fingers still on the face. “This page is showing you someone I’ve been searching for for an eternity. The Scarlet Witch.“
Wanda frowns, unsure of where Agatha is going with this, using her own character for her story already without consent. The other woman’s smile changes, something wicked finds its way onto her face, as she slowly moves her fingers from the page, locking eyes with her.
Scared by the sudden change in Agatha’s eyes, Wanda looks back down onto the page, her heart dropping to the floor. Shaking, she raises her hand to her lips. The sketch suddenly has a face. A face that is staring right back at her. Just like a mirror.
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Thank you for the tag, @ara-a-bird ✨
Alright. I don’t remember the last time I’ve done something like this… but let’s give you guys 10 random things about me 🙈
1. winter is actually my fav season because the part of Germany I grew up in used to get snow 7-8 months a year and it was just a winter wonderland ❤️
2. I am 26 and married the woman of my dreams (@moon-dust-will-cover-me 🥰) at 24 ✨
3. when I was 12, I started writing a novel and wrote about 50 pages by hand before I just stopped 💀🙈
4. I used to be an athlete, started skiing at 2, did karate from 6-15 and successfully represented my school in several sports teams 😩😅
5. in third grade, I was convinced I would one day be German chancellor. For 3 years, I actually worked in politics and represented my region in state wide conferences, but I ended up studying to become an English and Philosophy teacher anyway 🤣
6. I can’t walk past cute plushies in stores and if my wife refuses to buy one, I’ll pick it up and make it talk until we both can’t put it down again 🙈
7. Kathryn Hahn was actually the first significantly older actress that I had a crush on (plus she introduced me to Marvel) 👀
8. I have seen about 32 seasons of Grey’s Anatomy because I keep rewatching it, am still totally falling for Lexa - which makes me obsessed with The 100, but still would say that the best TV show ever is Orphan Black. ✨✨✨
9. I own 5 acoustic guitars, an electric guitar, a bass guitar, an electric violin, 2 ukuleles, a piano and a kalimba, can play all of them but none properly and sometimes I am REALLY mad I didn’t just choose one. 😩
10. I play Fortnite basically everyday for like 20 minutes before going to bed and honestly? There’s nothing embarrassing about liking something that is not meant for you 🤷🏻‍♀️
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I am from India, and I belong from a long ass line of of people called Kauravas (search them up.If indians are confused how, then maybe you guys remember their half brother and their sister.)
Between my first and my last name there are 4 more names. (so yes, my name is long AF.)
I am allergic to capsicums.(they give me food poisoning)
I am 5'6 tall.
Even though I am an Indian I have a pretty fair skin because I belong from the mountain parts of India (myother is himachali so her genes made my skin more fairer than rest of the people around me.not saying its a good fact about me. It’s just a fact, if I would’ve been dark skin I would’ve said it.)
I belong from a political family, where every adult from my family is a politician or in army (except my dad, he is a general surgeon.and my few cousins are also doctors.)
My family consists of 70 people in total (not counting distant cousins.)
I like Hollywood and Indie Films more than bollywood (it’s filled with shitty remix music and trashy films, though old bollywood and 2010s bollywood was dope as hell.)
I am trilingual.
I have a sister.(is that a fact?)
@flwersgarden @adoresbutlers @s-r-writes @msookyspooky @audrey-emeralds @emmymaehereeeeee @ruubesz-draws
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“Wanda?“, a soft voice whispers, “Wanda, darling, wake up!“
Long, steady fingers caress the red-head’s cheek with lasting, meaningful strokes, spreading a warmth in Wanda’s face that she hasn’t felt in ages. A soft smile plays around her lips as her eye-lids flutter open and a beautiful face grins back at her.
“Hey pretty!“ The fingers stop moving as the hand reaches to palm her cheek and hold on to her for a moment.
Wanda’s smile turns even wider as she slowly rises up and gets closer to the woman leaning over her. Upon closer inspection, she recognizes her – a nagging feeling knocking in the back of her brain, but she can’t pinpoint exactly why. Her nose starts tickling, when a strand of long, brown hair breaks loose from behind the woman’s ear and falls onto the red-head’s face.
The woman leaving over her releases a soft laugh, before she leans closer to plant the softest kiss on Wanda’s lips, who instantly raises her right hand to place two fingers on her lips, exactly where she felt the touch.
The whole scene seems blurry and Wanda is unsure of her surroundings or anything that happens beside the trace the foreign finger’s leave on her pale skin, as all she can see are the woman’s beautiful deep blue eyes, framed by warm brown hair. Just as she wants to reach out again, touch the woman’s face, pull her close and get another taste of her, everything fades and a deep, dark fog falls over them.
Panic setting in, Wanda reaches out, tries to hold on to the other woman, grab her, but she evaporates into thin air and disappears, leaving Wanda cold and empty, longing for more.
Jerking awake, she suddenly finds herself back in the middle of her study, face placed on the cold surface of the mysterious book, she was browsing through during the previous night, the witch still staring back at her. Shaking her head, she gets up, sleepily making her way back to her bedroom, where she slides under the cover, hoping to find her way back into the pretty dream just started to have. 
For the next few days, Wanda goes back and forth between her bed and her basement, spending hours at a time on her desk and wandering through her personal library, reminiscing about the woman she had seen in her dreams. It took two more nights for her to finally wake up and remember the woman’s face, leading her to the realization that she was, indeed, dreaming of the beautiful stranger from the book signing.
Wanda throws her hands up in the air and leans back against her seat as she lowers her fingers into her hair and runs them through it. She needed to find this woman, Sooner rather than later. Or she would combust.
She huffs and, trying to distract herself, puts her focus back on the book as she opens it with a serious look on her face. Today was the day. She can feel it. Squinting, Wanda reaches the page of the witch again, the blank face staring back at her as it has so many days in a row.
“Who are you…?“ Wanda whispers to herself, as she taps on the sketch’s face with one finger.
Suddenly, it clicks and she rises up, turning around so fast it is a miracle she did not kick anything off of the table, and walks to the back of her private library, picking out an ancient looking book that’s plastered in runes. Frantically skipping through the pages, she lands on what she is looking for and falls onto her chair once more.
Aligning the book of runes with the book on her table, the world begins to spin as everything falls into place. Before she can blink again, the words start to form before Wanda’s eyes. 
And it clicks!
She gets it now. Wanda finally understands, and before she knows it, she finds herself in her writer’s bubble, digging through the pages – taking in all their contents with ease as her brain focuses on the patterns and reoccurrence of runes and their supposed meaning. 
Losing herself in the words written on the pages, she doesn’t realize how her fingers lead her back to the page of the Scarlet Witch. Lips moving ever so slightly, she reads out the page to herself. “Being that can only be forged. Not born. Not part of a coven or in need of incantation. The Scarlet Witch is the most powerful being in the multiverse.“ There, the book has a scratch, thick black lines underlining the word “multiverse“, highlighting it, followed by a question mark. Wanda stops, frowning, and bites her lower lip as she read the word over and over again, trying to grasp its meaning. Underneath a couple of runes she can’t decipher and she hovers over them, thinking deeply as she tries to make sense of them. A couple minutes later, she gives up and places her hand on the runes to bend down and read out a couple of latin words on the bottom of the picture, carefully forming every word, a whisper, more to herself than to the world.
“Disparuti et non revertum.“
Wincing, Wanda retracts her fingers from the page and instantly puts them into her mouth for soothing, the tips of them slowly turning black as she finally looks down at them, frantically trying to rub the black off of them . “No… no no no no. This is not possible. This can’t happen.“
Mouth agape, Wanda stares at her hand, turning it back and forth, stretching out her fingers before holding them with her other hand. This is fucked up. When she looks back at the page, the runes had disappeared, forcing her to blink several times, unsure if she was losing her mind or if she was just too tired to function. Looking back down, her fingers still hurt, but look normal again, as well.
A weird feeling fills out her body, her blood pressure rising, leaving her vision ever so blurry as her body fights the state of shock she is in. Puls quickening, she skims through the pages, past stories of summoning cosmos madness and working with demons until she lands on a page she hadn’t seen before.
“Keeper of the Darkhold“, it says. Located at the end of the book, it must’ve been easy to miss, but not that Wanda was look to it with her whole mind, she realized something major she probably should’ve seen before reading out anything or getting involved with any page at all.
A wicked smile grins back at her, arms extended wide, fingers outstretched as darkened fingertips summon what might be the cosmic madness she had just read about. Leaning closer, it isn’t the long dark hair that gives the woman away, it’s the eyes, the spark within, that rips Wanda out of reality, throws her back to the night of the signing where she first met her.
This was the woman. Occupying her dreams, her every thought, keeping her up whenever she wakes from dreams she can’t remember. Agatha Harkness.
Wanda stares at the pages. This has to be a trick. A book smuggled into her home somehow. PR, staged by the woman herself to promote a book of her own. Smart. Smug.
The young author likes the idea of connecting this ancient book to her stories of Scarlett and collaborate with the pretty stranger she had met. She will call her management right the next morning. At least, she now knows her name. Finding her shouldn’t be too hard, given her connections and resources.
Happy with her train of thought, Wanda nods to herself, satisfied with the fact she had finally figured it out. Her next book is going to be a spectacle, at least judging by the ideas forming in her head as she walks up the stairs to her living room.
Meanwhile, Agatha wakes from her trans, her back rested against the couch. Wiggling her feet, she prepares her body to get up from her carpeted floor, where she must have slipped down on during her practice. Just as the young author, the older woman is satisfied with herself beyond words.
It all worked just as she needed it to. Now it is just a matter of time.
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Word Count: 1.3k A/N: Hey y'all! The last month has been crazy af as I am teaching English to several classes at a high school, all while finishing my last term paper. Finally sent that in today, so I felt like blessing y'all with this chapter.Please excuse its “unsteadiness”, it needs to be written for the story to have background and REALLY pick up within the next two chapters.Anyways, it’s 3am and I am rambling. hope you ENJOY!!! Agatha Taglist: @danvers97​ @ara-a-bird​​ @queennoella087​ @our-blood-is-our-ink​ @harknessesbae @dazzlinghahn​ @emril-osvigne​ @m-h-r-h​
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Chapter Five
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Releasing a long yawn, Wanda stretches her back and moves her neck from side to side, before she slides her strong fingers into her auburn hair and carefully moves it to the back of her head to be able to put it in a messy bun. Leaning back in the chair that’s in front of her desk while stretching her arms, she releases a long, shaky breath.

“Time to hit the sheets,“ the red-head murmurs to herself, before she gets up, leaving the ripped up, dark book with its undecipherable letters behind, and makes her way back up into her house, trying to push the mysterious book out of her mind.


Reaching her bedroom, Wanda gets undressed and looks at herself in the mirror, letting her fingers trail over her soft, silky skin. A long scar underneath her ribcage reminds her of a failed childhood game, a scratch on her forearm of a hunting game played in a forest. All of those little markings on her skin are telling her life story, her childhood framed in glass, looking back at her with curious eyes. Wanda smiles, as she puts on her sleepwear and slides back under her covers, falling into a dreamless sleep.
Tickled awake by the sun, Wanda opens her eyes and scrunches her nose. Covering her face with her hands, she releases a long yawn before she realizes how much pain her whole body is in. Sitting up, she slowly raises her hand to her temple, rubbing it softly.
Eyes still closed, the author reaches onto her nightstand, searching for her glass of water and a package of Advil, that she always places there - just in case. Instead of touching the cold glass, her fingers wrap around the corner of something solid, yet movable. Shocked, her eyes fly open and she nearly strains her neck, given the speed she moves her head in.
There, on the nightstand, right next to where she was sleeping all night, lies the mysterious book. Putting her forehead into a deep frown, she finally grabs the book and slides it onto her lap.
“What?“, she murmers to herself, mind racing.
This can’t be. Didn’t she leave the book downstairs? Did she read in bed? Did she took her work upstairs? She rarely does. What on earth was going on? An ice-cold shiver runs down her spine and Wanda shakes her head as she skims the pages, finding herself face to face with a woman surrounded by runes she has never seen before. But not only the runes seem unfamiliar - the young woman has also no noticed the sketch before, as she was busy deciphering the letters on the first few pages in the previous night.

Not wanting to rile herself up too much, Wanda slides her legs out from under the covers and sits down on the corner of her bed, looking at herself in the mirror. Tired. That’s what her face screams. Her eyes are surrounded by deep, dark circles and they look as if she hasn’t slept in days. Shaking the sleep off of her, she stretches her arms once again, before she gets up and shakes her shoulders on the way to her bathroom.
A cold shower and a few slaps in her face later, the young author makes her way back into her bedroom, reaching for the book to take it out of the room. Even though she tries to keep her calm and not overthink it, the whole scene leaves an uneasy feeling in her gut, shaking her deep in her core. She needed to figure this out. What was it about this book? Why did it occupy her thoughts so much?
Before she knows it, Wanda reaches into the closest pen holder and carelessly rips a page out of a random recipe book sitting on the counter, to note down her thoughts. - young, single woman finds creepy book in own basement - book is always around and disturbs her dreams and occupies her thoughts - seems to have its own life - What is book? Why is book?
Tapping her pen against the kitchen table, she bites her lower lip and softly caresses the rim of the book next to her, thinking about where to go with her notes. This could be it. This could be the next chapter for Scarlett.


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“I can’t do this anymore.“ Agatha picks up her pet rabbit from her kitchen table and places him in the crane of her arm. “She just doesn’t connect the dots, Sir Scratchy.“
Rolling her eyes, she turns around and walks towards her window.
“It would be so easy. She just needs to look at it. Really look at it. Look into her eyes. I know she can. We need her to, Scratchy, don’t we?“ Raising the rabbits nose to her face, she places a soft kiss on his little forehead, before she pulls him close again, caressing his back. “I need her to.“


It’s the middle of the night when Wanda abruptly sits up in her bed. Her pulse is racing and she is out of breath as if she was just running a marathon. Finding herself in a pool of sweat, the young woman struggles to focus on her surroundings and desperately slides her fingers through her hair, trying to ground herself.
1-2-3. Breath. 1-2-3, Breath.
Slowly, Wanda’s pulse slows down, finally giving her the chance to take in a long, shaky breath. Bringing up her hands to her face, she slowly rubs her skin and puts pressure on her eyes, trying to get herself back into reality. Just as stars start to form behind her eyelids, she remembers something.
The book.
There, lying next to her, the open page basically screams, urging her to pick up the book and take a closer look. It’s right where she left it. The woman in dark, thick ink looking back at her. A deep frown on her forehead, she absently scans the page, trying to remember the dream that startled her awake. Slowly, Wanda closes her eyes and, once again, puts pressure on her eyelids to collect her thoughts.
A few minutes later, the usually patient author rapidly starts shaking her head, angry about the fact that her brain seems to find her. Unable to build any coherent thought, she slams down her hand on top of the open book, looking at the woman on the page in rage.
“Witch.“
Her breath catches. Did it always say that? Another shiver running down her spine, Wanda looks away, keeps her eyes focused on a cupboard for a moment, before she looks down back at the book.
“Scarlet Witch.“
This can’t be. Wanda squints, starts to blink several times, all while simultaneously running her hands over her face. This must be a dream. Her fingers shake as she moves them towards the page, wanting to touch it. Trying to figure out whether the ink was fresh. Whether her mind was playing tricks on her and she simply did all of it herself.
Pulse rising again, Wanda’s breathing speeds up as she slowly moves forward, feeling an unfamiliar, never before experienced pull dragging her in. Breath going even faster now, she comes close to hyperventilating, shortly before she touched the page, right on the woman’s forehead.
She can be mistaken, but Wanda is certain that, right before she makes contact with the ink, the page eludes a red shine that moves up into her hand, travels through her blood, reaching her eyes, before it settles right in between them, in the middle of her forehead. Unnoticed by her, her irises widen and her lungs fill with fresh air as her body takes in its new surroundings.
Before the young woman knows it, everything goes black.
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Chapter Five
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Releasing a long yawn, Wanda stretches her back and moves her neck from side to side, before she slides her strong fingers into her auburn hair and carefully moves it to the back of her head to be able to put it in a messy bun. Leaning back in the chair that’s in front of her desk while stretching her arms, she releases a long, shaky breath.

“Time to hit the sheets,“ the red-head murmurs to herself, before she gets up, leaving the ripped up, dark book with its undecipherable letters behind, and makes her way back up into her house, trying to push the mysterious book out of her mind.


Reaching her bedroom, Wanda gets undressed and looks at herself in the mirror, letting her fingers trail over her soft, silky skin. A long scar underneath her ribcage reminds her of a failed childhood game, a scratch on her forearm of a hunting game played in a forest. All of those little markings on her skin are telling her life story, her childhood framed in glass, looking back at her with curious eyes. Wanda smiles, as she puts on her sleepwear and slides back under her covers, falling into a dreamless sleep.
Tickled awake by the sun, Wanda opens her eyes and scrunches her nose. Covering her face with her hands, she releases a long yawn before she realizes how much pain her whole body is in. Sitting up, she slowly raises her hand to her temple, rubbing it softly.
Eyes still closed, the author reaches onto her nightstand, searching for her glass of water and a package of Advil, that she always places there - just in case. Instead of touching the cold glass, her fingers wrap around the corner of something solid, yet movable. Shocked, her eyes fly open and she nearly strains her neck, given the speed she moves her head in.
There, on the nightstand, right next to where she was sleeping all night, lies the mysterious book. Putting her forehead into a deep frown, she finally grabs the book and slides it onto her lap.
“What?“, she murmers to herself, mind racing.
This can’t be. Didn’t she leave the book downstairs? Did she read in bed? Did she took her work upstairs? She rarely does. What on earth was going on? An ice-cold shiver runs down her spine and Wanda shakes her head as she skims the pages, finding herself face to face with a woman surrounded by runes she has never seen before. But not only the runes seem unfamiliar - the young woman has also no noticed the sketch before, as she was busy deciphering the letters on the first few pages in the previous night.

Not wanting to rile herself up too much, Wanda slides her legs out from under the covers and sits down on the corner of her bed, looking at herself in the mirror. Tired. That’s what her face screams. Her eyes are surrounded by deep, dark circles and they look as if she hasn’t slept in days. Shaking the sleep off of her, she stretches her arms once again, before she gets up and shakes her shoulders on the way to her bathroom.
A cold shower and a few slaps in her face later, the young author makes her way back into her bedroom, reaching for the book to take it out of the room. Even though she tries to keep her calm and not overthink it, the whole scene leaves an uneasy feeling in her gut, shaking her deep in her core. She needed to figure this out. What was it about this book? Why did it occupy her thoughts so much?
Before she knows it, Wanda reaches into the closest pen holder and carelessly rips a page out of a random recipe book sitting on the counter, to note down her thoughts. - young, single woman finds creepy book in own basement - book is always around and disturbs her dreams and occupies her thoughts - seems to have its own life - What is book? Why is book?
Tapping her pen against the kitchen table, she bites her lower lip and softly caresses the rim of the book next to her, thinking about where to go with her notes. This could be it. This could be the next chapter for Scarlett.


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“I can’t do this anymore.“ Agatha picks up her pet rabbit from her kitchen table and places him in the crane of her arm. “She just doesn’t connect the dots, Sir Scratchy.“
Rolling her eyes, she turns around and walks towards her window.
“It would be so easy. She just needs to look at it. Really look at it. Look into her eyes. I know she can. We need her to, Scratchy, don’t we?“ Raising the rabbits nose to her face, she places a soft kiss on his little forehead, before she pulls him close again, caressing his back. “I need her to.“


It’s the middle of the night when Wanda abruptly sits up in her bed. Her pulse is racing and she is out of breath as if she was just running a marathon. Finding herself in a pool of sweat, the young woman struggles to focus on her surroundings and desperately slides her fingers through her hair, trying to ground herself.
1-2-3. Breath. 1-2-3, Breath.
Slowly, Wanda’s pulse slows down, finally giving her the chance to take in a long, shaky breath. Bringing up her hands to her face, she slowly rubs her skin and puts pressure on her eyes, trying to get herself back into reality. Just as stars start to form behind her eyelids, she remembers something.
The book.
There, lying next to her, the open page basically screams, urging her to pick up the book and take a closer look. It’s right where she left it. The woman in dark, thick ink looking back at her. A deep frown on her forehead, she absently scans the page, trying to remember the dream that startled her awake. Slowly, Wanda closes her eyes and, once again, puts pressure on her eyelids to collect her thoughts.
A few minutes later, the usually patient author rapidly starts shaking her head, angry about the fact that her brain seems to find her. Unable to build any coherent thought, she slams down her hand on top of the open book, looking at the woman on the page in rage.
“Witch.“
Her breath catches. Did it always say that? Another shiver running down her spine, Wanda looks away, keeps her eyes focused on a cupboard for a moment, before she looks down back at the book.
“Scarlet Witch.“
This can’t be. Wanda squints, starts to blink several times, all while simultaneously running her hands over her face. This must be a dream. Her fingers shake as she moves them towards the page, wanting to touch it. Trying to figure out whether the ink was fresh. Whether her mind was playing tricks on her and she simply did all of it herself.
Pulse rising again, Wanda’s breathing speeds up as she slowly moves forward, feeling an unfamiliar, never before experienced pull dragging her in. Breath going even faster now, she comes close to hyperventilating, shortly before she touched the page, right on the woman’s forehead.
She can be mistaken, but Wanda is certain that, right before she makes contact with the ink, the page eludes a red shine that moves up into her hand, travels through her blood, reaching her eyes, before it settles right in between them, in the middle of her forehead. Unnoticed by her, her irises widen and her lungs fill with fresh air as her body takes in its new surroundings.
Before the young woman knows it, everything goes black.
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Chapter Four
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The letter suddenly feels as if it is on fire. Like an electric shock, the overwhelming feeling of fear roars through her trembling body. Wanda lets the letter fall onto the couch and moves away from it, nearly hurling herself off in the process. A book, that was lying next to her, hits the ground with a loud thud, forcing yet another shriek out of her. She looks around, her gaze darting back and forth, and stops moving for a second - catching her breath while she calms herself down enough to finally reach out for the letter again.
Turning it around back and forth in between her fingers, she analyzes the paper and the thin lines on it with an arched brow. Without actually noticing, she slips her lower lips in between her teeth and softly bites down as she traces the paper, thinking back at the stranger she got the letter from. The brunette had watched her all night, curious blue eyes never leaving her podium. They had made eye contact a few times and Wanda had definitely felt it.
A twitch. Deep inside of her.
Was it the woman’s beauty? Was it those eyes? Clear as day. So blue she felt like she was drowning in an ocean of mesmerizing beauty. Or was it the way she carried herself over to the desk, as if she was holding a century old secret? Wanda can’t pinpoint the exact reason - and its killing her.
Aside from the woman, what grinds her gears most are the words she had left her. I know who you really are. The writing stares back at her. If she didn’t know better, the young author would argue the page was screaming at her. Eager to occupy Wanda’s thoughts for a long while.
She stops thinking.

It’s been a few hours since the red head has opened the letter. It’s now hidden under the rest of her mail, neatly tugged away in a folder that she will take down into the basement later, where she keeps her writing. Where she works. Where she spends most of her time.
Taking a deep breath, Wanda rips herself away from the kitchen island that she has thoroughly cleaned for the third time now to avoid moving down into the basement and turns around, looking at the folder. She fixes herself another drink - wine this time - and grabs the pile of paper, ready to move down into the basement for the rest of the night. Usually, she doesn’t mind being down there. Rarely gets scared in the dark. Never experienced a single moment of weirdness between the cold walls of underneath her house.
 Today should be different.
A shiver running down her spine, Wanda turns on the lamp on her desk and looks around. Thousands of books line the walls of the dark place, the result of two decades of research and writing, traveling and becoming friends with world-known authors. Every now and then, Wanda would come down here and softly stroke over the spines. Take some books out and open them, read the authors signatures and their little notes dedicated to her and their friendships.


A smile playing around her lips at the thought of it, she slips onto her reading chair and sets down the folder next to her, ready to sort today’s collection in neat piles before she tugs them away in her shelves. She is specific that way. Needs to be in control of things. Not knowing where things were going was madness. That’s why she liked being an author. She was the leader. She was the one making the rules. The one deciding on the ending. On the love. On who lives and who dies. Not knowing one’s fate is madness - and Wanda hates that. And that’s why she stops at the brunette’s letter once again, thinking - deciding to take matters into her own hands.
Several days later, Wanda, once more, finds herself sitting at her desk late at night. Next to her, high pile of old books she has gotten from the nearest library. Floating around in her head, the words Agatha had left her clouded her brain and occupied her every thought until she decided to dig deeper. Thinking about it all, the red head realized she, indeed, doesn’t know a lot about her own heritage. Parent’s dead, brother long gone, she lives a life all alone, hidden away from the world in between her books. On days like this, she usually sits down and uses her feelings to create. To give characters a new face and come up with background stories so gripping her readers won’t be able to put their books down before they’ve read the very last page.


Today is one of those days and so, for the next few hours, she looks through old pages and traces back what she thought her ancestors could’ve been up to in their past to use the discovered information for the backstory of one of her newest characters. One of the books particularly speaks to her, as it reminds Wanda of a book she has on her own shelf. It is filled with runes and old tales of northern men, fighting in thick coats, using a strength of unbelievable strong force.
Putting her forehead in wrinkles, Wanda abruptly gets up from where she is seated at her table and walks towards the back of her shelves. To the very last one that is nearly hidden behind a corner. The one where she keeps books that are either too fragile to actually be on display or used too rarely to make space for them in the open room. Wanda brings her right hand up to her lips and softly bites down on the tip of her pointer finger as she scans the backbone of each book, looking for the cover in question.
“HA!“, she exclaims, reaching out to take a dusty book from the shelf.
Thinking about it, Wanda isn’t too sure why exactly she had the desire to find and get this book, but now that she is holding it in her hand, tracing the delicate, rather scary emblem on its black cover, she feels like she definitely needs it for her new character’s background to work in her story. At least that what she tells herself. Whatever lets her sleep at night.
Walking back to where her seat is still turned around in front of her desk, she carelessly skims through the book’s pages before she puts it down on the wooden surface, close to the book she is currently using for her research.

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Meanwhile, Agatha lies awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling. For the past few days, the feeling of restlessness hadn’t left her. Ever since she dropped the letter off at Wanda’s book signing, Agatha’s life only had a single anchor point. Her. All her thoughts only evolved around the pretty red head with the cute smile she had met when she decided to channel fate and take matters into her own hands.
Not taking matters into her own hands was madness. And Agatha does not approve to that. Madness is dangerous. Madness is trouble. Sighing, she sits up and lets her hands wander through her hair. Her long, thin fingers get tangled in her curls and she lets go of her mane, focusing on her temples to rub out an oncoming headache.
Just as Agatha decides to get up and leave her bedroom to take a hot shower and take the edge off, she feels herself drifting off into sleep and finally lets go, ready to find some rest. A moment later, she sees Wanda. The young author is sitting on her desk, working, desperately looking for answers to a question Agatha knows nothing of. A soft smile plays around the brunette’s lips as Wanda scrunches her face as she turns yet another page.
The whole scene creates a pull insight of Agatha she has never felt before and she is drawn in so much that she can see little specks of dust walz around in the air as they get reflected by incoming beams of sunlight.
“HA!“, Agatha’s attention is back on the red head, away from the dance, as the young woman turns from desperation to excitement upon picking a book out of her shelf.
Laying her forehead in wrinkles, the older woman concentrates on Wanda’s movements once more, really takes in every detail as she watches the woman trail back to her desk and put the book down on its shiny surface.
Suddenly, it hits her and she jerks up, finding herself in her own bed, the image of Wanda carrying the black book still burned into her mind.
That’s it.
She did it.
Agatha finally found the Darkhold.
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Word Count: 1.4k A/N: I AM BACK. Y'all. I can't express how sorry I am for ghosting you like this. But don't threat, not a single moment did I think of abandoning this baby!!! Life was wild, lots of really bad things went down and university assignments have me in a chokehold. On top of that I signed with a rather large German page as a free author to write pop culture-y-articles for them. Besides the training process I had to make sure that I was not breaking any part of my contract, before I could continue writing on here - better safe than sorry. However, I am back. I have to hand in another 8-page-assignment on Sep 15, and another 20-page-one on Sep 23rd. After that, I'm a free elf again, ready to continue this story in a faster pace. xxx Annie Agatha Taglist: @danvers97 @ara-a-bird @queennoella087 @our-blood-is-our-ink @harknessesbae @dazzlinghahn @emril-osvigne @m-h-r-h
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Chapter Three
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A dazzling smile appears on Wanda’s face and Agatha’s knees go weak as her heartbeat speeds up. Unaware of how she makes the brunette feel, the author politely takes the lead. „Hey! How are you?“

Blinking twice, Agatha slowly lets her tongue dart out and wettens her lip as she looses herself under Wanda’s gaze. Before she knows it, her top teeth softly bite down on her bottom lip, scratching on the surface just enough to create friction. Slowly but surely, her brain turns upside down and a never before felt fog falls over her, blurring her senses.

“Move along, sweetheart!“, someone a few people down the line suddenly yells out, ripping Agatha out of her thoughts.
Shit. This wasn’t supposed to go like that. She had to come top with something, ANYTHING to say to explain herself. Give Wanda the letter and move on. Nothing more.

 “Sorry, I… You’re just really pretty up close.“ Damn it. Not that.
Wanda chuckles, “Well, thanks.“

The red-head locks eyes with the brunette once more and extends her hand, reaching for the envelope in Agatha’s grip. 

The older woman finally catches herself. “Right! Uhm, thank you for coming here. I.. I really enjoyed myself tonight.“
Wanda nods lightly, a soft smile still playing around her lips, “Thank you for being here.“
Agatha finally lets go of the piece of paper, already dreading to end the conversation. Simultaneously, she can’t wait to get out of this library and manage to catch a breath again.
Just as the brunette opens her mouth to say her goodbyes, the voice speaks up again, “I swear to got, this is taking ages.“
Both women look up, meeting the gaze of Agatha’s neighbor from earlier who impatiently bops his foot up and down. Raising an eyebrow, Wanda ever so lightly shakes her head, fixing her gaze on the other woman, “Men, am I right?“
A soft chuckle escaped Agatha before the security finally steps in and moves her out of the way, unable to say another word to the author who gazes after her with a puzzled look on her face before getting to the next person in line.
Without looking back, the brunette makes a bee-line back to her car and slams the door before she buries here face in her hands, releasing a deep breath she didn’t know she had held. What the actual fuck. Slim fingers move from her forehead to her temple, were she rubs lightly as she closes her eyes. This went bad. She totally screwed up the plan. Messed everything up for herself and her future. Wanda would probably toss out the letter without even opening, let alone reading it.
Agatha was almost 100% certain that she had embarrassed herself enough for Wanda to find and block her on all of her social media accounts. As if the author actually managed those platforms herself. Releasing another huff, she finally turned the engine on and drove off into the night.
For the rest of the evening, said author sat at her signing table unable to grasp a coherent thought that wasn’t interrupted by those crystal blue eyes. She had managed to politely smile her way through short conversations with several obnoxious guys, all practically undressing her with her eyes blatantly enough for security to notice before they showed all of them out one by one.
But it wasn’t all bad. In between the people Wanda would love to avoid, there were interesting stories, lovely youngsters sharing a part of their life with her, finding themselves in her characters and stories. Caring to continuously come back for every book she brings out.
And then there is people like HER. She didn’t even catch her name, let alone remember what envelope she had gotten from the older woman. All she could see whenever she tried to rewind the moment were those eyes. The way she drew her in. Wanda had felt like falling into the ocean. Unable to come up for air, trapped under a series of waves, as a thunderstorm was raging above. Something hadn’t felt right. Yet, all of it had felt too right at the same time. The author smiles to herself as she remembers the feeling the brunette had left in her lower abdomen. The way she had looked at her. The way the corner of her lips had moved up ever so lightly, making her eyes shine just a tad brighter.
Shaking her head, she grabs the letters and small gifts she got tonight from the table and shoves them into her bag, ready to get home as quickly as possible to get through them before her management would urge her to hand in the next chapter of her upcoming novel.
Meanwhile, it had started to rain and soft drizzle gets could in Wanda’s hair as she rushes out of the library and into the car that is already parked and waiting for her. Her driver, an older man with thick white hair looks at her through the rear mirror.
“Rough night, boss?“, he arches an eyebrow.
Wanda takes a moment to answer as she is caught up in her own thoughts once more, mind racing around the mysterious woman she had just met.
She sighs, “You know the drill, Tom. I can’t wait to get home and hide in my office for a week or so after this.“
Noticing the red-head is not in the mood for smalltalk, Tom looks straight ahead once again and lets a hand glide through his hair, focusing on the traffic instead of talking to the author until they get to her home. As he gets out and opens the door for her, she places her hand on his for just a moment, letting it linger as she takes in the calmness radiating from him.
“Thanks Tom,“ She slides him a bill, “Take the weekend off. I’ll be here. Writing. Sleeping.“
“Sure, Ma’am.“ Another nod and he is back in the car, driving off into the distance, leaving Wanda on her doorstep.
Without any further hesitation, she hurries up the front steps, unlocks the door and kicks her shows off before she unzips the black dress she is wearing and pulls her hair up in a messy bun to keep it out of her face. The young woman makes her way into the kitchen, looking through her home that desperately needs to be cleaned but she hasn’t called her cleaning lady in ages, too busy to actually have social contacts interaction with other people.
“You need to take a break“, a voice in her head whispers, but, as always, she ignores the urge to find a blanket and just hide away from the world.
Instead, Wanda opens the cupboard and fetches herself a glass before she makes her way towards the wine fridge in the corner of the kitchen. Yes, a wine fridge. Wanda loves wine just as much as she loves writing. And Rain. And the forest. And the fog that elevates from the forest whenever it rains. Reaching down, she grabs a bottle of unopened Rosé and pops the cork before she makes her way back into the living room. She sets the glass and bottle onto the table, moving away again to grab her bag and look through the letters and gifts.
Half an hour later, Wanda had opened and read most of them, still searching for whatever the mysterious woman had written. Finally, her gaze falls onto an envelope that has a tiny dent in one of the corners, arousing interested.
This is it. She can feel it.
Unsure of what to expect, Wanda flips the envelope over to see if the woman had left her any note or something that might hint at her whereabouts. Nothing.
Somehow, this didn’t feel right. Once again, the author thinks back to the moment the two had met, letting the interaction replay in her mind. The way she was drowning, losing herself. Unnoticed by her, she sinks back into her couch cushions just as the memories creep back in, paper knife in hand. Slowly, she slides the blade into the envelope right where the corner is bend.
Unlike any expectation she might have had if she was being honest, there was no big letter, no confession of love, no words of adoration. Instead, a single line on a single piece of paper:
I know who you really are.
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Chapter Two
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When Agatha gets to the book signing, the room is already crowded. People of every age and social group hang out in the dim light of the local library as the air is filled with the smell of old books and wooden shelves. Some of the guests are already seated in their chairs, some are pressed against the walls around the place, whispering in small groups, champagne glasses in one hand, Wanda`s book in the other. The air is filled with everybody’s excitement and the never-ending murmuring that fills the room helps Agatha to drown her nagging thoughts and fills her with a calmness she has never experienced before.Taking a deep breath, the brunette lets her free hand slide through her hair in one slow motion, before she finally steps towards the seating area, her crystal clear eyes scanning the place for a vacant seat. She finally finds one tucked away in a corner where the dim light won’t reach her face and she can take in every inch of Wanda’s features without her noticing.
Nodding to herself, she checks her surroundings once again and allows herself to fully take in the room’s energy. Next to her, there is a group of young girls, most of them seemingly younger than the author. They sit close to one another and stick their heads together, quietly discussing a scene, tapping their fingertips against highlighted pages. Behind her, an old man grabs the free hand of his wife and fondly smiles at her, as her other hand rests on red letters. Smiling to herself, Agatha falls back into her seat and rests for a minute. Her view to the stage doesn’t seem to be restricted in any way and so she finally takes a breath as her hand slides into her bag, searching for the letter.A few minutes strike by until her heart nearly stops as she gets ripped out of her thoughts when a young man comes to a halt right next to her.“Care if I sit there?“ He points to the seat that is currently occupied by her bag.“Hm?“, Agatha looks around, noticing the room has filled nearly to the brim, “oh, yeah, sure!“
A warm smiles appears on the man’s face as he slides past her, falls onto the now empty chair and makes himself comfortable. A minute later, he turns towards the brunette.
“Tell me.. What brings you here?“ His deep brown eyes scan Agatha’s features, excitement radiating all around him as he becomes one with the surroundings.
When Agatha does not answer right away, he takes the lead and answers for himself. “Her new book is my favorite. The story just keeps getting better every time she creates something new. Actually.. I’ve seen this young artist online who uses her stories and creates that comic for Scarlett. Have you seen it by any chance? It’s based on Ms. Maximoff’s facial features and let me tell you, it’s HOT. I mean she looks amazing both in there and in real life, but my favorite author as the Witch herself? Dope.“
He grins and watches as Agatha nods and a tiny line appears in between her eyebrows as she thinks about what she has just learned. After a few seconds, she gathers her thoughts and is just about to answer as he continues speaking. “I really just hope she notices me today. Maybe I get to take her home tonight - who knows?“
He winks and a smug grin appears on his face, sending a cold wave of disgust down Agatha’s back. I mean, let’s be honest. He isn’t wrong. Wanda IS hot. Very hot indeed and Agatha has spent quite some time thinking about that fact, but she would never talk about another woman like that. Not about Wanda. Not in public.
Before Agatha can say anything and voice her antipathy towards basically everything her seating neighbor just told her, the backdoor opens with a loud crack and a familiar figure appears in the light shining in from the outside. Everyone turns around to catch a glimpse and its absurd how much all of this feels like a wedding. For a moment, Agatha’s breath catches in her throat as she first lays eyes on Wanda. This is it. This is the moment. This might change her life.
Wanda continues walking along the rows and greets everyone with a warm smile, trying to make eye contact with as many of the fans as possible. In contrast to her neighbor, Agatha ducks back into the shadows, unwilling to raise Wanda’s awareness just yet. When she finally reaches the podium and takes a step into the stage lights, her hair looks like red flames for just a second and maybe the stranger is right. Maybe Wanda is the perfect witch herself. Her green eyes definitely work into the aesthetic and her smile is so mesmerizing it has to be magic.
Before Agatha gets to form another thought, Wanda has reached for the microphone end regards the crowd. She is different. Smaller. Quieter. Softer than Agatha imagined after everything she has read about the author. Upon closer inspection, Wanda pretty much is the opposite of the character she writes about. Just as if the witch was someone she wishes she could be.
“Good evening, everyone. Lovely to see you all tonight.“ She grins as she scans the crowd and her gaze lands on a small child in the front of the audience. “There are so many people here today. Wow. My management stocked up on seats so more of you fit in here and I honestly can’t believe so many of you actually came.“
She looks around once again. “Anyway, welcome to today’s reading. I hope you all brought your copy and are ready to jump right back into the story with me. Everyone who doesn’t - I hope you are ready to meet the new and improved Scarlett.“
A witty smile crosses her lips for just a second before she opens her book in one swift motion, sits down and starts to read without saying another word. For the next 90 minutes, Wanda takes her time to talk about her writing process, tell little stories about her life and read a couple pages at a time to make the readers ache for the upcoming publishing of her newest projects after reading the current book.
Whenever she looks into their direction, Agatha’s neighbor starts to breath a little heavier and she can’t help herself as she continuously rolls her eyes at his antics. He is clearly not the only one smitten by the author, but by far the most obnoxious and the brunette can’t believe how unlucky she was in her choice of placement within the crowd. Regardless, she is so mesmerized by Wanda’s personality that nothing else matters for most of the time and she doesn’t even notice when the reading is over and people start lining up to get their books signed and share a word with the author.
Due to that, Agatha is one of the last to get in line, but it’s not like she minds much, as it means she has more time to feel the other woman’s presence. Throughout the next, seemingly endless hour, she admires the library a little more, drinks another glass of wine and reads a couple more pages in her book as she tries to ignore the nagging feeling in her stomach that urges her to get to Wanda faster.
Luckily for her, the security guards urge the audience to move along rather quickly and ask everyone not spend endless time talking to the author as, like she stated right at the beginning of the reading, there were way more people in the audience than originally planned and Wanda has a long night ahead as there will be another reading in another city the next day.
The minutes take forever to go by and Agatha keeps herself busy by trying to catch close up glances of the red-head on the podium whenever she takes a step closer towards her, secretly hoping their eyes would meet. Interestingly enough, the closer she gets, the faster she can feel her heart rate going. Slightly embarrassed by that, she tries to calm herself down by stroking the edges of the letter in her pocket, manifesting her desired outcome.
When it’s finally time for her to take the final step onto the podium towards the author’s table, Wanda looks incredibly tired. She lets her hand run through her hair and greets the brunette with a soft smile. As she finally looks up, for a moment, time seemingly stands still.Blue meets green and, once again, Agatha’s breath hitches.
It’s time.
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Hey annie, how are you doing?
Meh. Have been doing better. We had/have another Corona outbreak at work so I’m pretty much constantly working and am d*ad tired when I get home and my wife was quite sick all week and over all it’s just so much stress and all I wanna do is be creative and write or draw or do something… anything at all, but it’s just… meh 😩😩😩
My goal for the weekend is to write something, though, anything. It’s not like I haven’t started yet… I just never got to finish 😅
How are you? 🥰🥰🥰
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annie-mit-ie · 2 years
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When are we going to get Temporary chapter 2??
Planning to write it this weekend ✨✨✨
This workweek was hard af - so sorry for the delay 😩
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annie-mit-ie · 2 years
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Temporary - Chapter 1 (Agatha/Wanda Story)
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Chapter 1 - Prologue
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A/N: Hey y’all! I am back with another story that is so twisted I had to write several spreadsheets to get the storyline right and reproducible. This following chapter is short, but sweet and as a prologue just right to set the tone for my new baby. Here we go again - let’s see where this goes.
As always, thank you so much for reading! I hope you all enjoy whatever I am coming up with now!
Song: The idea for this story title came to me when I listened to Halsey’s Bells In Santa Fe and I really do believe you should give it a listen to, because it certainly inspired parts of the overall story-idea. :) Agatha-Tag List: @danvers97 @ara-a-bird @queennoella087 @our-blood-is-our-ink @harknessesbae @dazzlinghahn @emril-osvigne @kusenpai​ Temporary-Tag List: @drukkari-forever​ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chapter One _______________________________________________________________________ Agatha Harkness didn’t mean to fall for Wanda Maximoff. Long, elegant fingers fly over her computer’s keyboard, as the brunette stares at the screen, trying to put her thoughts into the right words. The carefully curated letters are reflecting in the blue of her eyes and her face is bunched up, leaving a trail of deep lines in her forehead. 10.38am. Agatha sighs and rolls her shoulders back a couple of times before stretching her fingers and adjusting her posture. It has taken her way too long to find the right time and place to meet the woman occupying her every thought to screw this up now. Closing her eyes for a short moment, she takes another deep breath. To her right, there lies a well-read book with a dark, broken in cover. Glistening red letters decorate the front, the name „Wanda Maximoff“, practically yelling at her in bold lettering - next to it, the book’s title jumps right at her as she carelessly traces the word with her fingernail. „Scarlett“. A fond smile finds its way onto the brunette’s lips while her soft fingertips come to a stop at the end of the second ’t’. She taps it a couple of times thinking back at the book’s content. Right as she found it online a few weeks ago, she devoured it within a couple of hours, drawn in by this story of a devilish witch going after a baby witch to find her destiny and fulfill her life wishes. The magic described within feels almost too huge and majestic to be real. Too murderous to come from such a lovely author’s mind. Shaking her head, Agatha lets go of the cover and looks back at the screen. Struggling to find her words, the brunette huffs and puts the author’s name into google once again, simply staring at her perfect face. The cursor hasn’t moved in a long while and time is slowly but surely running out. Writing the letter again and again, Agatha ends up erasing it all and starts from the beginning - writing a whole paragraph only to delete it yet again. This letter needs to be perfect. It has taken her ages to find a chance to meet the author, her favorite author and tell her how much she adores her. Wanda Maximoff has been a firm part of Agatha’s mind for quite some time now and she has watched every single interview she could possibly find, desperate to take in every single facet about the red-heads mysterious personality. An annoyed look on her face, she sighs once more and finally slams the computer shut before looking at the wall opposite of her where a huge mirror is placed to make her office appear more spacious. She stares at herself. “What?“, a huff escapes her lips as she raises an eyebrow, allowing the blue of her eyes to shine even brighter in the sunlight coming in through the wide-opened window. Agatha shakes her head and gets up from her desk, picking up a scruffy bunny as she leaves the room. Stroking his little head, the brunette makes her way into the kitchen, desperate for a cup of tea to calm her nerves and finish this god-forsaken letter. --- Unaware of the restlessness she causes in the other woman, Wanda also stares at her desk, a script covered in notes, scribbles and thin colorful markers right in front of her. Next to her pen, that she carelessly put down after taking her last note, a phone has been ringing non-stop for the past few minutes. The author stares at the screen with blank eyes before she closes them and leans back in her chair. A nagging feelings runs up her spine, urging her to take a look at her phone again. Rolling her eyes, she sighs and finally takes the call. “What?“, thin fingers run through ruffled red hair that desperately needs to be washed. The last couple of days have been stressful and Wanda does not know where to find all the time she needs to write a new book, organize a book-tour and answer fan letters she gets from her readers. Some ask her about her personal life and work, some talk about her books and characters, and some are full of stories and emotions, getting Wanda teary eyed whenever she reads. “Wanda, are you still there?“, a concerned voice halls through the speaker. “What? Uh, yeah!“ Wanda rapidly shakes her head to get her concentration back on what’s most important right now. “You… You want to stock up on seats for the book tour? Are you sure? Are we selling enough tickets?“ She quints and bites her lips, waiting for a response. Her manager doesn’t take long to respond and his answer is short: Yes. Yes and Wanda desperately needs to stop worrying and asking this many questions. Her work is good, but not good enough to start acting like a Diva now. The redhead suppresses a groan, a flaming red sensation piling up in her whole body. This is giving her a headache. All she wanted was to share her stories, to give her running thoughts a space to exist to keep them from occupying her dreams and every part of her brain, even when she is awake. The young author doesn’t pay much attention to whatever her management is telling her. It has to be something about the upcoming tour date. Probably time management. They will send her an e-mail anyway, so why bother clouding her brain with this kind of information now? Wanda scuffs, losing control over herself. “Come again?“ The manager must have heard her and she rapidly moves her hand up to cover her mouth. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just… I have to go now. Bye!“ Wanda speaks faster than ever before, nearly yells the word and throws the phone away as soon as her finger hits the red button, “Fucking men.“ She shakes her head again and gets up, leaving the room and closing the door behind her. As the key clicks in the lock, her shoulders fall. Rolling them back, she forces a cracking sound in her spine before straightening out her arms by pointing to the floor with her hands on each side of her body. If she closed her eyes, she might as well start elevating just like Scarlett does in her books. A wicked grin appears on her face before she releases a long breath, ready to take the night off. --- It’s the middle of the night as Agatha Harkness makes her way back into her office. She nearly trips over yet another copy of a Maximoff novel that must have fallen from the couch as she hurries through the dark. Cursing herself, gives the book an annoyed look before picking it up and taking it with her through the heavy wooden door. A dream kept her up and forced her into an upright position, urging to finish her letter. The brunettes eyes scan the dark as she once again tries to come up with the right words to convince the red-head to meet her in person. Stroking the scarlet letters as she thinks, she bites her lip until it bleeds. The moon is mirrored in her crystal blue eyes and a cheeky smile appears on her face when her fingers finally grasp the pen and start scribbling a single line in cursive lettering.
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