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cosmichahn · 2 years

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Agatha Harkness x Artist!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: it has been a long night at the workshop, and the only thing you wanted was to be in Agatha's arms once more.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: nothing, just you being tired and some fluff

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 2.2k

Through the decades, your eyes always seemed to have caught a glimpse of her. The centuries together with her; different eras, opportunities, even people. Yet it was only her who you'd let in your heart. The way even her eyes smile as she looks at you, her messy hair entangled with your fingers as she drowns in your touch. She always had a way of entering your mind, a way to make you smile. It was her all along. She brightened you up in dark days, comforted you and stood by your side in broken ones. She was such a gentle person when it came to you; she delicately held you in her arms, inhaling each other's presence as if it were only the two of you left in the world.

Agatha Harkness

That name had its way to get imprinted in your mind. She was witty and smart, her jokes making you laugh almost every time. A joy she was to your life. It dates back to the trials she faced before; you both held onto each other for dear life, swearing to be there for one another when in need of it. The world would have caved in between the two of you, yet you still had her.

The modern era it was, currently. Even though the two of you basically could live for centuries, it still was a desire to achieve sidelined things; these in which Agatha taught young witches magic, helping them control it and get the hang of it, while you occasionally helped out, but mostly focused on your job as an artist in mediums of painting.

The current day though, was quite busy and draining. The whole day you had to stay in your workshop, finishing commissions as the day ended with you coming home later than usual. Footsteps from across the different lawns, your feet basically taking steps at a ponderous pace. A sigh of enervation escaped your lips, a sign that you were tired and your hands obviously were very sore and calloused from the countless paint brushes and tools you used to make your breathtaking artworks. The moon was up and vivid, perhaps the time was closer to midnight by the time you exited your workshop. The moon was as always, beautiful; the only thing you remember as your eyes gazed at it was your wife. She was dashing, charming even. God, you were in love with her. Like it's always the first time with her without it even feeling new. Centuries have passed and her undying beauty was always there, haunting your dreams as she held you close in her arms as a way of slumber. You chuckle to yourself, eager to see her once more like how you do basically everyday. A few lawns more and there you were. At home at last.

Walking leisurely, you held up your hand onto the silver door knob that had flowers engraved on its handle; you remember carving and molding it yourself, perfectly customized to the two of you. It had a special lock that you came up with, Agatha and yourself being the only ones who know and have the key. As you turned the knob, the feel of home walked past you, missing that comforting feeling you always felt everyday. You hung your bag on one of the racks before taking your shoes off then placing it on its shelf. Who knew your wife would be so much of a perfectionist at times, a clean lady. You went towards the couch, basically falling on it on your back; you're breathing deep, exhaling a sharp sense of breath out of exhaustion. Eyes glued to the ceiling, inhaling the aura of your home. It was silent, wondering if Agatha had already gone to bed after her long day. Sad, because you wanted to chat with her about her day, but understandable since she herself was quite busy.

Eyes closed, you were almost asleep when a fluffy ball of fur came cuddling on your chest, swiftly slipping under your hands. A quiet giggle escaped you, softly caressing his back as he snuggled closer towards you. Footsteps were then coming from the stairs, although it didn't catch your ears; instead, it was the sudden voice you've been wanting to hear all day. "Don't keep the hugs all to yourself, Señor Scratchy.", a smile formed on your lips, your ears sensing her voice as a chuckle escaped hers. You felt her footsteps get closer as you remained laying on the couch, eyes moving towards her. "Busy day, hun?", your wife said, walking towards the sofa. She sat beside your head with you moving carefully, so now you were laying your head on her lap. Her eyes matched yours with a twinkle as she brushed her fingers through your hair. "You don't wanna talk about it?", Agatha asked, you simply nodded your head then closed your eyes. A sudden pause between you occurred shortly.

"I love you."

You said under your breath, enough for her to hear. It was peaceful with Agatha; everyday it was like this, and yet you never got sick of it. Well, you never got sick of her. A sly smile graced her lips, leaning down to give your forehead a kiss.

"I love you too.", she said softly.

A moment of silence as the two of you remained in your position, but it had to end. Knowing how you were still in your work clothes, you wanted to freshen up before laying with her in bed later on; you stood up shortly before telling your wife. Then and there, she patiently waited for you upstairs in your shared room while Señior Scratchy went somewhere else.

“Shall I wait for you, darling?”, she asked as you sat up from your position. You looked at her with your eyes tired, but still had that bloom. Even with this messy facade, glasses and unblemished face, she still looked beautiful. “No need, please go to bed without me.”, you told her with a smile before she gave you one last kiss for the night before standing up, “Goodnight, love.”

As Agatha went to your shared room, you entered the bathroom with a couple of clothes in hand. Upon entering the bathroom, your fingers touched the switch as the lights turned on, swiftly closing the door then looking at yourself in the mirror; on your face were a few drizzles of paint splatters, your hair was basically a neutral mess. Mind wandering how on looks, you and your wife were basically opposites, as she keeps her appearance tidy and you on the other hand, wouldn't bother wiping away the un- blemishes. Even though it's the looks, you knew of your insecurities in dating, although to note that it has always been the two of you for centuries. It was always a question that came across you on why this Harkness lady loved you the best, when she was literally higher up than what league you're in. You believed that there are other women who are far more prettier than you, other witches that were pretty much better than you, but still, it was you she chose. And you who she loves everyday. She just never ceases to amaze you. After a soft exhale of yours interrupted the unending thoughts in your head, you went and brushed your teeth, eyes scanning the paint that happened to get on you. Afterwards, you just proceeded with the usual: you put on your clothes, then placed your dirtied clothes on a rack, and a simple swing of your finger made it tidy once more, snapping away for it to be placed in your closet.

You walked across the hall where the bedroom is located, and as your hands arrived on the doorknob, you opened it slowly so as to not make a loud creaking sound. And there she was, laying in bed with her eyes closed; an obvious sign of slumber, seeing her chest raise from time to time, breathing. Quietly, you made gentle footsteps, before burying yourself under the covers, facing her as her back was turned to the bedside table. Eyes closed, you felt the sleep kicking in, but suddenly it just disappeared. It's that common thing again, where you just couldn't sleep; a phone can't fix it, and honestly, you didn't want to use magic on yourself, so you lay there with eyes closed, and the only things keeping you company is your thoughts that never seemed to have an end, and your wife who you're glad is getting the rest she deserves. Your heart was beating fast, as if it were in an inescapable cage; you breathed deeply, like it was your last breath.

"Sweetheart, I can sense your thoughts."

, a weight of what seemed as Agatha's hand reached up inside your shirt as she circled her thumb on your waist, a usual gesture she made that gave you comfort. "I'm sorry, Agatha.", you moved yourself closer to her as she held you gently to her chest. "I've been very exhausted lately-", a warm exhale left your lips, burying your face on her neck, her hand caressing your back. "-but I know it'll be better as long as you're here with me.", your voice was a bit raspy as you kept it low enough for her ears to hear. She was worried, especially at times like this. The common sense of using your magic to create and finish your artworks was there, but painting it yourself and taking time to give it all of the details was so much better. It displayed the emotions that drove off the finished product, making it as special as every other piece crafted by your hands. “Hun, please take care, ok?”, she gave a light kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you and I’m here with you. Always and forever.”

She hummed you a familiar tune to drift you off to a calming slumber. It was the same melody she sang to you under the moonlight at a forest clearing, her skin luminesced under the midnight gleam. The memories of your youth with her, sneaking and messing around. Her beauty never fades, centuries old, and yet her visuals were always so breathtaking. The type to make you melt with a single smile, a single chuckle. “Thank you”, you blurted, kissing a spot on her neck,

“Thank you for being here.”

Morning soon arrived, feeling the empty space on your bed. It wasn’t unusual for this to happen as she’s a morning bird, you however, were a night owl. The door slightly opened, as a faint sound of music echoed all throughout the house. The captivating smell coming from the kitchen had lingered around your nose; a good morning. Perhaps today was a special day, although you’ve looked through holidays and occasions spent with your wife, and none of it for today. You wondered what it was that made the house all giddy. But shortly, you sat up, giving your back a little stretch before tidying up the bed with a single wave of your fingers, alongside changing your clothes into something more casual, and comfortable; perfect for a warm Saturday with Agatha. A breath of relief, it was a free day, so that means you got to spend the whole day with your beloved, mind thinking of various activities to do with her. Perhaps just staying at home, watching television and just enjoying each other's presence.

You gave the room a last check, making sure that everything is tidy and organized, before making your way downstairs. Your ears received the melodious voice of Agatha. She was a good singer, heck- she's good at a lot of things, which just made you fall for her harder than at first glance. She heard your footsteps going below as she swiftly turned around, gently untying the apron wrapped around her waist then hanging it by the fridge. "Good morning, my Dear.", as always, she greeted your day with a smile. "Good morning to you as well, beautiful.", her response was a sly chuckle at your sudden compliment, her feet bringing herself towards you. Agatha was all touchy and hands on, so you always expected her to brush her hands somewhere on your body; her touch was just so gentle, so endearing. "Your gramophone's playing Frank Sinatra.", a sentence you said in which indicated a happy occasion for her, or to be a bit more frank, a special day.

"It's a Saturday, and I get to spend it with the person I love the most."

, she gave a flattering laugh before pulling you into the middle of the living room. Both of her hands placed on your waist, yours around her neck, fumbling them through her wavy hair. She bursted in song as she danced around the room intertwined with yours, "In other words, hold my hand." You swayed with her, lightening up your mood with her antics. "In other words, baby, kiss me.", she leaned in forward to give you a quick kiss, following them up more from the corner of your lips to your blushing cheeks. "Oh, Agatha.", you left out a chuckle, placing your forehead against hers with closed eyes. "You make everyday better, darling.", a soft whisper she gave you.

"Everything is nothing if it isn't with you."

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randomshyperson · 3 years

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Sorry for your loss - “I will move on” #04

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Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.

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Chapter Four - I will move on

"And I guess that's about it." You say as you finish telling Agatha about your last few weeks. She smiles as she shakes her head.

"I have to say I am proud of you." She comments gesturing briefly with her hands. "Are you sure you don't want to add anything else?"

You shrug, unable to remember anything relevant that you haven't mentioned.

You told her about writing again, about trying to drive again. About helping Wanda to stay home without having panic attacks, and to go back to work. You had only managed to drive in the supermarket parking lot, but it was still progress, and Stephen was very happy to hear it about too. The only thing missing to get your life back to normal was your apartment. And you had already arranged with Wanda to visit later that week.

"I have two questions for you then." Agatha says when you confirm that you have nothing to add. "Don't you think it's time to try to reconnect with your friends?"

You hesitate, thoughtfully.

"I don't know." You said slightly uncomfortable. "My friends weren't just mine. They were Nat's friends too. And then she died, and I isolated myself. And well, I guess they were in their own grief too, because none of them tried to look for me anymore."

"You took your time to heal." She says. "Maybe they took theirs too. And now might be the time to reconnect."

You sigh, looking away.

"Yeah, I'll think about it." You speak. You look back at Agatha a moment later. "What was the other question?"

Agatha hides a small smile.

"A sensitive topic for patients who lose their beloved lovers." She says and you frown in confusion. "Well, dear, I need to ask if you are trying to date again?"

You gasp in surprise, feeling your face heat up.

"W-what?"

Agatha lets out a giggle.

"I know this may seem insensitive at first, and that's more because of the sexist socioeconomic construct that treats widowed women as violated property that must belong to their lover for the rest of their lives than anything else but I need you to understand that it's perfectly natural to move on." She narrates and you just stand there with a shocked expression and your heart racing. "You are a single woman now, and you have sexual and emotional human needs. I'm going to help you work through any kind of guilt, because judging your progress, you seem ready to be in a relationship again."

"I...I don't..."

"Don't worry, honey." Agatha interrupts with a giggle. "I'm not telling you to go around fornicating." She jokes. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. But I don't think it's really your style at all."

You feel your face heat up, frowning at Agatha, but she continues to speak.

"Anyway, I'm saying that it will be good if you get back into romantic relationships with other people. Casual encounters, that sort of thing. You are allowed to love someone again, there's nothing wrong with that." She explains getting up toward her own desk, and then gives a mischievous little smile in your direction. "Not to mention that orgasms are great stress relievers."

You choke in surprise, but Agatha just smiles, turning to write the appointment report.

Your face is still very red when you leave her office.

//-//

"I'm going to make a gardener out of you yet, huh?" Monica joked as you finished composting, making you laugh lightly.

"Well, I had a good teacher." You joked back as you stood up.

You were at Wanda's flower shop again. It became routine for you to help Monica with the garden and the flowers. And as the days went by, you got used to being in the greenhouses while she was attending to customers and Wanda was working in the office. It took two weeks for Monica to start joking that you had become a staff member at the flower shop. You don't really mind helping out. Botany has turned out to be something surprisingly relaxing for you. The hours of Wanda's shift passed by quickly when you keep your hands busy with the plants and flowers, your anxiety long forgotten.

"Are you hungry?" Monica asks as soon as you return to the store's front desk, and she pulls out the " break" sign tucked under the counter.

"Sure."

"Let's take a lunch break. See if Wanda wants to join us while I attend that boy." Monica says looking forward toward the window display. There is a boy clearly unsure about whether or not to enter the store and you exchange a chuckle with her before heading towards Wanda's office.

She is on the phone when she answers the door for you, and signals with her finger in her mouth for you not to say anything as she makes room for you to enter. As she mumbles in agreement on the call, you look around. She seems to be working on the organization of some big event judging by the whiteboard in the corner filled with notes, and you figure it's a party or some wedding, because you and Monica have been growing more flowers for this kind of thing lately.

"That sounds pretty good, actually." You listen to her speak as she jots down a few things in an agenda. " Don't worry, we have enough for the engagement party and the ceremony."

The shelf on the side in front of the whiteboard catches your attention, and you walk over to the furniture next.

Wanda moves a little behind you, adding some stickers to the whiteboard. You keep looking at the bookshelf, distracted by the objects on it. There is a picture of the twins that makes you smile, some books, and other small pots of plants. You lightly caress the bonsai before looking down.

You run your fingers over the red flower on Wanda's bookshelf, trying to remember the name. Monica has taught you many things, but you don't know many as well.

"Anthurium" Wanda whispers behind you, as she turns off her cell phone and realizes that you are looking at the flower with curiosity. You murmur in understanding, turning to make comment that it is very beautiful, but your speech dies in your throat when you realize how close Wanda is. "What did you want?" She asks curiously and you are almost leaning your body against the bookshelf, trying to think clearly.

"I-I came to ask if you want to have lunch with us." You say while mentally telling yourself not to look at Wanda's lips.

Wanda murmurs in understanding, and you can barely breathe when she stands even closer, her hand outstretched to something above your head. She pulls out a small stick caught in your hair, and all you can do is stare at her with a racing heart as she bites back a smile, and tosses the stick into one of the vases on the shelf behind you.

"I'd like to join you, but I'm busy." She says and her gaze falls to your lips for a second before she turns her head away and walks off. You let out a breath, wiping your sweaty hands on your pants as Wanda walks toward the table in search of the notepad and pen she was using before hanging up her cell phone. "Can you please bring me something to eat? I'm starving. I just don't know exactly what I want..."

You smile as you see Wanda's thoughtful expression with pen and notebook in hand. You approach, putting the notebook down with your hand gently.

"Don't worry, I know what you like." You say simply, and Wanda blinks in surprise, smiling awkwardly. "I'll stop by that confectionery shop you like and also bring you a dessert, okay? You look stressed."

Wanda laughs lightly, her cheeks flushed.

"Thanks, love."

The nickname slips so naturally from her lips that it takes a moment for both of you to realize what has just been said. Your gaze falls to Wanda's mouth the same minute that her pupils dilate. You are almost breaking the distance when Monica opens the door, not noticing the closeness of the two of you because she has her gaze on a piece of paper in her own hands.

You and Wanda immediately turn away, embarrassed.

"We have a big order, girls." She announces excitedly, raising her eyes to you. Monica frowns slightly at the guilty expressions and reddened faces. "Sorry, did I interrupt something?"

"No." You answer in unison quickly, surprising Monica again, who acquires an expression of suspicion and humor. You clear your throat and Wanda lets out a short laugh.

"We were just talking about lunch." You say. "And well, Wanda has a big order too. I guess you guys will need my help then."

Wanda turns to you again with this statement.

"What? No, I can't make you work for me..."

You interrupt with a laugh.

"Wanda, don't even start." You say. "I love staying here. And I'm happy to help, really. Don't worry about it."

"You sure make my shifts more fun." Adds Monica with a smile, making you laugh. Wanda looks at you intently.

"Are you sure?" She asks, and you smile as you nod in agreement. "We'll talk about it later. You can't work for free, and if you're going to help you need a schedule, and breaks and chores."

You laugh, nodding.

"Yes, boss." You murmur playfully and Wanda pats your arm, making you and Monica laugh.

"Let's get our lunch now, I'm starving." Monica orders as she turns to walk out the door. You murmur in agreement, and quickly kiss Wanda on the cheek before following the other woman. Wanda has a foolish smile on her face until you return with her lunch many minutes later.

//-//

You call Carol Danvers the day before you return to your apartment.

Things go much better than you expected, but it's not surprising, because you usually expect the worst case scenario.

Carol is very happy to hear from you, and you are happy to know that she doesn't hate you for not calling before. You talk for a few minutes, but she can't talk much on the phone because her shift is about to start. You are surprised to learn that she is working in a nightclub downtown now, unlike months ago when she worked in a rock bar in Queens.

She tells you that Bruce was traveling because of his internship, but that he would be in town for the weekend, and invites you to visit her at work. You hesitate because you are not sure if you are ready to go to a club, but you accept as you think of Agatha's words about reconnecting with your friends again.

You are the one who drives to your apartment the next day, after you and Wanda leave the flower shop. Your heart is racing the whole time, but Wanda rests her hand on your thigh to calm you down, and as the minutes go by, you can no longer tell whether you are nervous about the trauma or something else.

Parking in the small condo cluster, you take a deep breath. Wanda gives your thigh one last squeeze before she pulls her hand away and gets out of the car, completely oblivious to the way your entire body trembles at her touch. Shaking your head slightly to push that kind of thought away, you step out of the car.

Your hands are shaking wildly as you take your keys out of your pockets, just as you reach the second floor, after you have politely waved to the people who recognized you on the way to your apartment.

"Hey, breathe." Wanda asks softly beside you. And you take a deep breath, and it helps. And then you turn the key, and go inside.

It is exactly the same as the last time you were here, many months ago, on the day of the accident.

Your mother cleaned it up, of course, but it is still the same. Everything is in the exact same place, even the shoes that Nat left lying in the corner of the bookshelf. And you felt your chest tighten when the flashes of memory began.

You walked around, looking at the surroundings while Wanda followed you. A few tears streamed down your face, but you said nothing.

You were in the kitchen when the first sob escaped your throat. Leaning your hands on the counter, you dropped your keys and tried to push away the memories that were clear in your head.

It was as if you could feel Nat in the room. Seeing her in the armchair, laughing at your jokes, or being a disaster in the kitchen on nights when you tried to eat something homemade. Her books mixed in with yours on the bookshelf, your wedding and graduation pictures on the mantelpiece.

You moved away from the counter quickly, however, as Wanda looked at you intently, unsure whether to approach or not. Walking down the hallway, you stopped in front of your bedroom door.

And you stood there. Long minutes staring at the wood. Unable to move.

Feeling arms around your waist, you sighed, your body relaxing considerably.

Wanda hugged you from behind, and waited. You were crying again, and you only stopped after a while. Taking a deep breath, and lightly stroking Wanda's hand to ask her to let go, you waited for her to let go of you to open the door.

Wanda waited for you outside. You just walked around the room, your face wet as you breathed with difficulty, your arms crossed as if you were afraid to touch anything.

When you came out, you took a deep breath once more. And then you said you needed to call your mother.

That's how you spent the rest of the day packing up your apartment together with Wanda, your mother, and Pietro and Monica, who came to help after Wanda said you needed more people.

You came back the other day too, until the only things left were larger pieces of furniture.

"Are you sure you're going to sell?" Your mother asked you in the parking lot as soon as you left there in the late afternoon. Wanda had just gone home with her brother and sister-in-law.

"That was her apartment, Mom." You say as you put the boxes in the trunk. "I could never live here without Natasha."

"It's a good property." She comments, making you chuckle lightly.

"I'm sure the next owners will love it."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful, dear. It's just a nice apartment, not the kind of thing you get every day and..."

"Are you wanting to keep it by any chance?" You interrupt, irritated at your mother's lack of sensitivity. She sighs, and you frown.

"No. But maybe someone else wants to."

It takes a moment for you to understand what she is implying.

"You know Nat didn't talk to her family."

Your mother looks away.

"Actually..." She begins and you close the trunk with a confused expression, "I've been seeing Melina since January."

You blink in surprise, and then let out a dry laugh.

"I am speechless." You say in shock. "You...are you serious? Wow, I...wow."

You lean back against the car, impressed and annoyed. Your mother sighs guiltily, stepping in front of you again.

"Look, I know I should have had something, but you were so..."

"Sad? Yeah mom, my wife died, I had a right to be."

"That's not what I meant."

You sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, I know." You grumble. "But it sucks that you kept it from me. What the hell does Melina want anyway?"

Your mother looks away for a moment.

"She wanted to see you actually." She says and you let out a wry laugh. "I know how ridiculous it sounds, but her daughter died and you were the only remaining connection to Natasha."

You push your fingers against your forehead lightly, thinking you are starting to get a migraine from this conversation.

"You know what, Mom?" You say. "Since you two have become such good friends lately, tell her that her chance to connect with me was lost the moment she didn't attend the funeral."

Your mother sighs, but you are already turning to get into the car. She follows you a moment later, sitting in the passenger seat.

You drive in silence back home.

//-//

Over the weekend, you almost canceled your plans with Carol.

Your mother was giving you the silent treatment for the way you refused to talk about Natasha and Melina, and you were very irritated by the whole situation.

Grumbling about how ridiculous it all was, you agreed to have coffee with the two women the following week, and your mother's mood changed considerably, the complete opposite of what happened to you.

But you forced yourself to smile, and got up from the couch to get ready.

Around seven-thirty at night, you arrived at the place, which was already very busy, neon lights peeking through the windows along with the loud music.

"My goodness, look at you!" Greeted Carol cheerfully as soon as you met her at the counter. She turned around to hug you tight, and you felt your chest swell with happiness. You had missed your friend so much.

"You got a haircut" You comment in the same excitement, smiling at her. "I missed you, Danvers."

She smiles, mumbling that she missed you too. She asked you to sit on one of the stools at the front of the bar, and you did so while she went back behind the counter.

You updated each other a bit as she served some customers, and a while later, Bruce arrived.

"Banner I can't believe you are wearing a suit in a nightclub." Carol teased as she greeted her friend, making you chuckle slightly as Bruce explained that he didn't have time to look more casual.

"It's good to see you." He said to you as he hugged you, you repeated the words, then sat at the bar.

A few drinks and laughs later, Carol's shift ended, and she sat at a table with you two.

Between telling your friends about your progress in therapy, and hearing how Carol had left her previous job after punching a slacker client in the face, and learning that Bruce was working as an aspiring scientist, and lecturing around the country, the three of you had enough beers for the direction of the conversation to make your cheeks flush.

"I swear to you, she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" Carol told you, making you and Bruce laugh at her excitement.

"Now you're going to say that the next second you saw the next most beautiful woman in the world?" You teased wryly, and Carol laughed as she told you to shut up. "Are you even dating this Gamora girl?"

Carol hid a smirk, taking a sip of her beer.

"Actually." She began. "We're living together."

You widened your eyes in surprise, and then laughed.

"My god, Carol Danvers in love!" You teased making her laugh as she flashed you her middle finger. "No, but seriously, that's amazing! I'm happy for you, Carol."

"Yes, yes." She says smiling, "But what about you? I know you and Nat were like, madly in love or whatever cheesy stuff you put in your books, but it's been months. It would be nice if you met someone new."

The topic is quite sensitive, and the mood at the table changes because of it. But you are far more embarrassed than upset, and you lower your gaze to your bottle before answering.

" Oh, well, i..." You begin half-heartedly. Your stomach does a flip-flop, because you are thinking of a person. "There is someone, I think. But I don't know if we're both ready to take that on yet."

Carol makes an agreeing noise with her mouth, and then has an insinuating little smile on her face.

"Do you still remember how to be with a girl, champ?" your friend teases, and you nudge her shoulder shyly as she and Bruce laugh.

"Aren't those things like riding a bike?" The other man asked timidly, getting a wry look from Carol.

"You know, Bruce, your innocence is admirable." Carol teases making you laugh.

"Don't be mean." You say poking her lightly in the ribs, but Bruce doesn't really care. It's been that way since college when he told you guys he was asexual. The whole thing was funny because Carol has always been very, very sexual. And they have been teasing each other about it for years.

"Ah but I won't be, I promise." She assures. "Actually, I'm much more interested in hearing about your new girlfriend."

You laugh shyly, drinking some of your beer.

"I don't have a girlfriend."

Carol laughed, her gaze running around the room before returning to you.

"Well, that blonde girl has been looking over here for a few moments. I have a girlfriend, and Bruce doesn't like sex. I guess you're the one who's going to have to talk to her."

You widened your eyes at your friend's words, looking forward quickly.

A blond woman was indeed staring at your table.

"I don't think that's a good idea." You mumble clumsily, and Carol gives a little laugh.

"That's too bad, because now that you've looked, she's going to come here." Your friend warns, and you choke on your beer when you see the girl actually getting up from the countertop.

"Carol, help me." You awkwardly whisper but your friend just laughs, and then the stranger catches up with you all.

"Hi." She greets sensually, looking up at you. You swallow dryly as your friend holds back a giggle. "Would you like to dance?"

"I-I..."

"Use your words." Carol teased lowly next to you, making the girl laugh at your clumsiness.

"Don't be shy, I don't bite." The girl added maliciously. " Unless you ask me to."

You feel your face heat up with embarrassment, and you spread your mouth open, not knowing what to say next. Carol murmurs impressed.

"Sorry, sweetie, she used to function better than that." Carol interrupts the interaction, taking pity on your distress. "I think she's taken. But if it's just a dance, we can all enjoy it together."

The girl bites her lips, seeming to consider. She takes one last look at you, and then accepts the invitation.

This is how you end up on a dance floor, trying to escape the hands of a stranger.

You remember how to dance, and the drink helps a lot. But there are hands running over your body before the woman turns around and starts rubbing against you in rhythm with the music. You feel your breath catch, the excitement of having so much intimate contact after so long reaching you completely.

"Are you sure you're taken?" She whispers against your ear, and you give a short laugh, feeling your head spin.

"Yes." You half-heartedly assure her, using all the rest of your drunken control to push her hands away from you.

The woman didn't mind, stealing a short kiss on your cheek before dancing away, swaying her hips.

Carol threw her arms around you next.

"Wow, you really are in love!" She enthusiastically shouts to be heard between the beats of the music. You laugh with flushed cheeks, saying you need to take some air.

Your friend continues to dance, pulling Bruce close, and the man laughs awkwardly as he puts his arms around the blonde. You chuckle at the scene before turning to go outdoors.

It is easier to breathe outside.

Your first action is to take your cell phone out of your pocket, and check your notifications. Your heart melts when you open a message from Wanda. It is a picture of her and the boys, lying together between a comforter. The caption reads "movie night, doesn't even look like they were jumping on the couch two minutes ago".

You stare at the picture for a few seconds after sending a heart emoji to Wanda. And then you gasp softly, realizing. You really are in love with her. Like in romance movies, and fairy tale books. But also like the real thing. Because you love Wanda's company, her sharp jokes, the way she talks and behaves and cares for everyone. You don't want to be in a bar, or meet another girl. You want to be wrapped in a comforter with Wanda and the kids.

Trying not to panic at this conclusion, you put your cell phone back in your pocket, deciding to go back inside to say goodbye to your friends.

//-//

You are trying to find a way to tell Wanda how you feel. The problem is that you are insecure, because you have no idea if she is ready for a relationship again. You don't even know if she likes women.

With so much suffering in the past months, you also don't want to face a broken heart. So you decide to wait and see how things will turn out.

It is something about the way your life is completely intertwined in Wanda's now, in the same way that she has wrapped herself around your heart that makes you sigh when you think about it everything.

You are distracted while you work, and Monica smiles because you have a smirk while tinkering in the gardens, which is clearly not related to the plants. She doesn't say anything, because it's the same way Wanda smiles when you bring her coffee, or when you two come back from lunch. She can only be excited to think how it will be to organize your wedding.

It is at lunch after group therapy that Wanda invites you to her father's wedding anniversary party. You hadn't met him yet, and a party was a good thing, because you wouldn't have all his attention on you, and it lessens your anxiety considerably.

The party will be at Wanda's father's country house, and you will be able to cross the "take a trip" goal off your therapy to-do list.

In the meantime, you prepare to see Natasha's mother.

It is a Thursday, and you set aside your lunch period for this, because you really don't want this meeting to last more than an hour.

Your mother and Melina are already in the restaurant when you arrive, and you nod politely to the woman when you sit down at the table, signaling that she doesn't need to get up.

"So, what did you want?" you ask snidely, earning a scolding from your mother. Melina doesn't seem to mind your aggressiveness however.

"Let's order something to eat first please." Your mother says before the other woman can respond. You roll your eyes, not disagreeing.

After the waitress takes your orders and leaves, you cross your arms impatiently.

"Look, I know it's hard for you to hear from me after all this time..." The woman begins.

"Hard for me?" You cut her off with irony. "No, Melina. I was not the daughter you abandoned. It was just hard for Nat not to have you around. I simply don't like you myself."

"Honey" Your mother warns, but you let out a dry laugh.

"No, really." You continue firmly. "What do you really want with me?"

Melina sighs, straightening herself in her chair.

"Your mother told me that you intend to sell Natasha's apartment." She says. "I don't approve of such a decision."

You stare at her for a moment, and then let out a laugh.

"I should have known you'd only show up for the money." You say feeling your stomach turn with anger. Melina rolls her eyes, but doesn't deny it. Your mother looks surprised that you are right.

"I gave that apartment to Natasha..."

" I beg your pardon?" you interrupt angrily, your loud tone attracting the attention of the next table. "You gave her the apartment? Are you listening to yourself now?"

"We don't need to get carried away." She asked with irritation in her eyes, drawing a nasal laugh of indignation from you. "You know I'm right."

"No, Melina." You retort seriously, lowering your tone. "Clarify for me how you can possibly think that putting an apartment full of debt in your daughter's name to escape the state, making her work two shifts to pay for everything, sets up like giving an apartment to someone?"

"You are manipulating the facts." She hits back and you nod in disbelief, closing your eyes momentarily. "I had financial problems, and Nat didn't object when I suggested..."

"She was 15." You cut in. "You forgot that little detail right? You also forgot about going to the guardianship board to emancipate your 15 year old daughter just so she could take on a debt of yours?" You asked angrily. "Oh, did you forget about Nat working in a diner throughout her teenage years to pay for everything?"

Melina clenched her jaw, glaring at you angrily. You really weren't in the least bit of patience for this conversation, and it was a good thing the waitress arrived with your orders, because you were about to turn the table.

"I am not hungry anymore." You grumble as soon as the waitress leaves and you look down at your food, your stomach turning. Then you look forward. "When I sell the apartment, I will talk to your lawyer and if you are entitled to anything, you can rest assured that it will come in the mail. Now do me a favor, and never look for me again."

After saying these words to Melina, you exchange a quick glance with your mother and get up, walking to the exit.

//-//

You are pretty upset about the whole Melina thing, but your mood improves almost immediately when Wanda invites you to visit her.

Actually, she needs help with the kids, because she's busy with a rich lady's wedding that required priority on the flower project, and the summer vacation started that week.

Monica was helping Wanda with the whole design, so you and Pietro would take care of the kids.

It was quite fun to do it, because you loved children. Pietro even had the bright idea of setting up a little lemonade stand outside Wanda's house, and while the other women were working, you and he took the kids outdoors.

"Don't you think a million dollars is a lot of money for a glass of lemonade, Billy?" you ask the boy as you watch him put several zeros on the price cardboard. Pietro laughs as he helps his daughter pin up her hair.

"I don't know." The kid tells you without stopping drawing. "I'm a kid, I've never paid anything."

You laugh, looking forward. You and Pietro are sitting on chairs placed on the grass while the children play around the lemonade stand.

When some of the neighbors buy the lemonade, you tell Billy that a gold coin is worth a million, and he doesn't argue.

The temperature rises considerably throughout the day, and around two in the afternoon you and Pietro decide that it would be good to take the kids swimming.

"Call the wives please." Pietro says to you as you stand in the living room after you two walk back in and put everything away, and he is helping the children put on bathing suits. You feel your face heat up at the innocent insinuation of Wanda being your wife, but you say nothing and he doesn't even seem to notice.

You knock on the door, then enter the office, and smile at the two women inside, who seemed to be concentrating on their own papers.

"Let's go for a quick swim girls?" You ask, ignoring the way your stomach gets butterflies when Wanda looks up at you.

Monica lets out an excited exclamation.

"Yes, please!" She says. "This room feels like an oven!"

You and Wanda laugh, and you make room for Monica to walk past you.

"Any chance you have a bathing suit in my size?" You ask Wanda next, and she bites back a smile, thoughtful.

"Let 's find out."

//-//

It is only upstairs that you realize that you have never been in Wanda's bedroom before.

All the times you have been here, you were reserved for the living room, the kitchen and the office. Except for the times you were in the twins' bedroom, and well, when you used the bathroom.

You stood still a bit past the entrance, not knowing exactly what to do with your hands as Wanda searched the closets for a bathing suit for you.

"You know you can look around right?" Wanda commented with playfulness in her speech, making you chuckle shyly.

Stepping forward, you twiddled your fingers together nervously as you looked around. You smiled at the decorations, and especially at the pictures on the dresser.

"Damn, I think I only have one pair." Wanda grumbled as she closed the closet, turning to you next, a swimsuit in her hands. "Do you want to wear it?"

You smiled wryly.

"Not if it's the only one you have." You say. "Don't worry, I'll keep my T-shirt on."

"Don't be silly, it's really hot outside. I'll lend you a bra."

Wanda leaves her swimsuit on the bed and walks over to the dresser behind you. You step aside to give her room to open the drawers.

You look quickly away from the underwear drawer, feeling your heart race at the intimacy of this moment. It only gets worse when Wanda hands you a black sports top, which she is glad to have found.

"Thank you, Wands." You mutter as you accept the garment.

You widen your eyes as Wanda begins to unbutton the shirt she is wearing, but before you have a heart attack, she flashes you a small smile and picks up the swimsuit from the bed, turning toward the bathroom as she uses her free hand to keep the shirt closed.

You take advantage of Wanda's exit to quickly take your shirt off, put on the top and then the T-shirt over it.

A moment later she returns, and your breath catches in your throat.

"This swimsuit has a tie in the back, can you help me with that?" Wanda asks distractedly as she tucks her hair into a bun. You swallow dryly, trying to keep your gaze off her exposed legs.

Wanda stands facing the dresser, watching you approach through the mirror. You ignore your uncompensated heartbeat as you stare back at her, and let out a shy smile as you lower your gaze when you notice her flushed cheeks as you stand right behind her.

Raising your fingers to the height of her back, you gently touch the skin exposed by the opening of her swimsuit. The contact makes every inch of the woman's skin shiver in front of you, and she sighs softly, the sound making your stomach turn.

You risk looking forward again, at your reflection, only to find Wanda's mouth ajar, her eyes dark. You risk dragging your fingers further inside the fabric, making her choke lightly.

Completely mesmerized by the way Wanda's body responds to your touch, you raise your other hand, trailing a finger up from the length of her coccyx to the opening of her swimsuit, watching Wanda close her fists as her cheeks redden.

You can hear the sounds of her uncompensated breathing, but you can also hear the muffled laughter from the distance downstairs, and that motivates you enough to ignore the trembling of your fingers as you zip up Wanda's swimsuit.

"W-we should go downstairs." You whisper in a hoarse voice, ignoring the urge to rip off Wanda's swimsuit.

The redhead swallows dryly before slowly turning toward you. Your faces are so close that you can feel her breath on your cheek.

"I..."

"Mommy why are you taking so long?" Billy's muffled scream coming from the backyard through the window makes you and Wanda jump in fright.

Pietro and Tommy repeat the same sentence next, and you clear your throat, taking a step back. Wanda can't keep her gaze on you as you both walk down to the pool outside.

You can only distract yourself from the feel of Wanda's skin on your fingers because you play in the pool with everyone, and these thoughts are pushed to the back of your mind for the rest of the afternoon.

It is only when you have to leave, after the children have had a bath, and are dressed in comfortable clothes in front of the television, and you have hugged Monica and Pietro goodbye that these thoughts come flooding back when you have to repeat the gesture with Wanda.

You disguise yourself, smiling politely at the couple standing behind the redhead as you let your arms circle her waist as you hug her. Resisting the urge to close your eyes and sink your face into Wanda's neck, who has her hands on your shoulders, you hold back a sigh as you pull away.

"See you on Monday." You murmur in a husky voice, and the redhead nods, her gaze falling quickly to your lips.

You think you'd better get in the car before you lose control of your body.

//-//

Startled slightly, you opened your eyes with difficulty. Someone was calling you, but it must have been very late, because you couldn't see anything in the room but the blinking light on your dresser.

Grumbling, you stretched your arm out to reach for your vibrating cell phone and answer the call.

"Hello?" you asked in a voice hoarse from sleep, closing your eyes again.

"Hey, sorry to wake you." It was Wanda, and her whiny voice made you open your eyes quickly, worried.

"Wanda? Did something happen?"

"Yeah." She agrees, sniffling softly. "I just... I'm so sad. The whole fucking time. Then Tony came over and started saying these things and now I'm crying and I can't stop. I'm sorry, it's not your problem, I shouldn't have called and..."

"I'm coming."

You think Wanda tried to say something to stop you, but you ended the call as you stood up.

"Where are you going?" Your mother asked as soon as you came downstairs, and you were startled to find her awake, but you didn't ask as you noticed the laptop in your lap.

"Wanda." You mumble simply, looking for your keys.

"Kitchen countertop." She informed and you muttered a thank you as you picked up the item from the mentioned spot. "You know, if you're going to start leaving the house at dawn to see her, it might be best to move in with her."

You chuckled awkwardly at the comment as you put on your shoes.

"Try to get some sleep, work will still be there in the morning." You tell her to change the subject, and your mother sighs, turning her attention back to the screen. "You don't have to wait up for me."

"Oh, I figured." She teases last making you roll your eyes in embarrassment before opening the door to leave.

//-//

You didn't have to knock on the door, because as soon as you parked the car and got out, you had a view of the outside garden porch, and you could see Wanda sitting on the rocking bench, looking at the ground.

You sighed, opening the garden gate to enter the backyard.

Making a noise with your feet so as not to startle her, you felt your heart squeeze as she wiped her tears away quickly, turning her head to the side. You sighed, taking a seat on the bench in front of her, rocking it slightly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked a moment later, and from the redhead's silence, you figured not. But she nodded next, looking down at her own feet. "Tell me what happened then."

It takes a moment, but Wanda speaks. She tells how Tony Stark showed up at her door at three in the morning, saying that he blamed himself for his brother death but that this was a good thing now because it was exactly what he needed to change his life and stop drinking, and that she punched him in the nose, saying that this was always his problem, everything was always about him. Tony promised that he would be someone decent now, that he was going to change, and Wanda just pushed him away, telling him to go change somewhere else.

"I feel like the worst person in the world right now." She grumbles as soon as she finishes narrating.

"Why?"

"Tony has been an alcoholic since he was fifteen, and he's finally getting better. I think he was in need of someone to help him."

You shook your head, letting out a short laugh.

"And why is that your problem?" you retorted, surprising her. "Wanda you are under no obligation to suppress your feelings to make others feel better. You have every right to feel angry with Tony. And to not want him in your life again."

Wanda takes a deep breath, burying her face in her hands for a moment, as if trying to believe your words.

You bit the inside of your cheek, deciding whether to speak what you wanted to.

"Wands?" You called after her, and she looked at you. "You said you were sad. Do you want to talk about that too?"

The redhead looks away from you, a weak smile on her lips.

"I don't know how to talk about it really." She starts by looking down at her feet. "I never did."

You wait, stretching your leg out and lightly tapping your feet together with her on the floor. Wanda smiles at the movement, and then bites her lips.

"I think it started when I was a kid." She counters thoughtfully, her gaze straying to the yard around her. "Ever since mama died, or maybe before. There's this sadness, stuck in my chest. And no matter what I do, it won't go away."

You listen intently, waiting for Wanda to finish.

"When I was younger, Papa worked all day and Mama took care of me and Pietro. But she got sick, and granny came to live with us to help. I was ten when she died, and Pietro's anxiety got worse." She swallows dryly, as if the memories are choking her. "Granny didn't know how to help my brother, so I took care of him myself. And when we were in high school, she got sick too. And well, Dad didn't know what to do really, so I took care of her at home while he and Pietro worked to pay for the medications." She adds, and sniffles lightly. "I just remember being tired. All the damn time. I'd go to school, and come home, and I'd eat, and play, and watch TV, but I wasn't really there. I started to think that's how everybody else felt, because I had a normal life, and I had no reason to feel sad."

You frown slightly, but bite your tongue to keep from interrupting.

"Grandma died just before I graduated, and I barely had time to miss her, busy with college applications, and taking care of the funeral at the same time." She counters with a wry laugh, as if realizing how unfair it was that she was left to take care of everything by herself. "And then I met Vis, and he was sweet and kind and he was everything anyone could want. The perfect boyfriend, perfect friend, and brother and husband. So I choked down that sadness, because it wasn't fair that I was with someone so amazing, and I wasn't satisfied." She recounts as she lets the tears flow. "When the twins came, everyone told me that my life was complete. That children were exactly what everyone wanted, and that I had the perfect life. So I kept that image."

Wanda raises her hand to wipe away a tear that ran down her cheek, but others kept falling next.

"With Vis's death, everything started to fall apart on me." She says after a pause, biting her lips slightly to hold back the crying. She lets out a nasal laugh next. "But I wasn't going to let that happen, so I gathered the pieces together. I put a smile on my face and continued to be the mother my children needed. And then I met you."

You frown in confusion, but Wanda does not look at you. She runs her hands through her hair, shaking her head slightly.

"You came into my life at its worst possible moment. And all you did was make me feel better again." Wanda declared with a sigh, and you felt your cheeks heat up, looking away to your feet. "You don't expect me to be happy, or polite, or sociable. You don't care that I get cranky and irritable, that I wanted to skip work or eat junk food." She counters, wiping a tear from her cheek. "I feel like I can breathe again, because when you look at me you don't judge me like everyone else. You just listen, and observe. And take care of me."

You sigh, impacted by the intensity of the confessions. You think that if you keep quiet long enough, Wanda can hear your heart beating fast.

The redhead takes a deep breath, twisting her fingers slightly before speaking again.

"That's why I called." She counters in a sigh. Her eyes fill with tears again, but she doesn't let them fall. "You've been the only person who makes me feel this way. And when Tony came along I felt I was drowning into those terrible thoughts again. I needed you to pull me back up."

You raise your head to Wanda, but she is looking down at the floor, her cheeks flushed. You smile, rising to sit beside her.

"I will." You whisper as you interlace your fingers, looking forward. Wanda stares at your entwined hands before leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Thank you." She murmurs a moment later.

"Don't mention it." You reply in the same tone.

You stand like this for many minutes, Wanda wiggling your fingers together. You are about to close your eyes when a childish voice startles you a little.

"Mommy?" it's Billy, dressed in adorable teddy bear pajamas, scratching his eyes sleepily. "Why are you out here?"

Wanda looks at him in surprise.

"Come here dear." Wanda asks signaling with her free hand for Billy to approach. The boy yawns, walking over to you two. You mess up his hair as Wanda releases her hand to sit her son on her own lap.

"Why are you here, Y/N?" The boy asks sleepily, making you and Wanda smile at how cute he looks.

"I am a friend of your mother's, Billy, I come whenever she needs me." You reply with a smile, trying not to be affected by the way Wanda looks at you.

"You should come more often, y/n. Mom is happy when you are around." Billy declares causing Wanda to let out a surprised exclamation, and you feel your heart race.

"Oh, really?" You tease with a little smile, and Wanda pushes her shoulder against yours lightly. "I promise I'll visit more often then."

"You can live here!" Billy exclaims excitedly next, making you laugh in surprise.

"Don't be silly, Billy." Wanda adds embarrassed. "We don't have a room."

"She can sleep with you mommy." Billy retorts as if it's obvious, "Daddy's not here anymore, and your bed is too big, because it fits Tommy and me together!"

You swallow dryly, surprised and embarrassed at the way Billy is casual above all, but mostly worried that this comparison might have hurt Wanda. But she lets out a little laugh, shaking her head.

"It's time for bed, enough of this talk" Wanda warns the boy next, getting up with him on her lap.

You accompany the two of them into the house, waiting until Wanda comes downstairs after putting Billy to bed.

Billy's words in your head were still echoing when Wanda suggested that you sleep in her bed after she came downstairs, and part of you wanted to, but you figured that night wasn't the best time. So you slept on the couch, and left after breakfast, ignoring how warm your chest felt at the image of the table with Wanda and the twins having coffee.

//-//

Your first stop after leaving Wanda's house was the cemetery.

Taking a deep breath, you stared at the memorial stone in the ground. The small photograph of Natasha carved into the stone.

"I miss you, pchelka" You whispered softly, leaving your hands in your pockets as you looked down. Your chest hurt less than the first time you came here, but the pain was still there. You imagined that it always would be. "I won't ever stop. But I want to live again. I hope you won’t be mad at me, from wherever you are, and understand that."

Part of you knew that Natasha would be happy for you. It was one of the reasons you loved her so much.

Kneeling down, you pulled out of your pocket the items you had left in the car's glove box a few days ago, planning to do this since the day of the bar.

" This belongs to you." You whispered, after digging in the grass next to the headstone, and pulling out of the small wrapping your wedding rings. You placed the metal in the dirt, along with the daffodil seeds you brought with you. Using some of the water from the bottle you had in your hands, you watered after burying the items. "Rest in peace, my love."

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2 17 35 with Agatha please :)

Sure sure! I’m really excited to write this one for the idea that I had.

Home Is Where Your Heart Is

Summary: After Agatha stopped Wanda’s mind control on Y/N and made her aware, Y/N distanced herself from Agatha, needing some time to process everything. However one day it becomes too much and she needs her girlfriend.

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This wasn’t the reaction Agatha had been expecting when she freed her girlfriend from Wanda’s mind-controlled. She expected happiness, she expected to be able to hold her tightly in her arms and never let go, she expected to plan their revenge on the redheaded monster together.

Instead, what she got was Y/N looked absolutely terrified, as if IT had come to life, and she turned around and just ran away, looking like she might shatter at any moment as if her bones were pure glass.

Agatha stood there like a stick figure in a state of shock, watching this unfold. When she finally snapped back to reality, Y/N was out of her line of vision, having gone home. The Witch’s first instinct was to follow her, and that’s what her heard cried out to do, but then she remembered that Y/N would need some time to digest and adjust to everything, so she sadly let her be.

A couple hours later, Agatha tried calling Y/N’s phone. It rang and rang and rang until it automatically went to voicemail. The brunette bit down her frustration, reminding herself it wasn’t aimed at Y/N, and left a kind, comforting voice mail. She then tried to busy herself with her revenge plans and her spell books, and the very next day she tried again. The same thing happened.

This went on for a few more days and one night Agatha was at her wit’s end. She was curled up on her couch, trying yet again to keep her mind of Y/N and wondering if she had done something wrong? What happened? Why wasn’t Y/N talking to her? Was she okay? Was she hurt? Should Agatha check on her? The brunette let out a strangled grumble and stared intensely down at her spell book, annoyed with herself for letting her mind ramble yet again.

Agatha was only half-concentrated on the spell book now, and as each second passed, more and more of her mind was focussing on Y/N and less on the scribbled spells in fading ink. She was so caught up in her thoughts that the short and almost timid-sounding knock on her front door made the usually composed woman jump and almost fall onto the floor.

Who could be here at this hour?

Her mind instantly went to Y/N and, as she put her spell book aside and stood up, she tried tamper that hope down so it wouldn’t grow and get stomped on when she opened the door and it wasn’t Y/N standing there-

Expect it was.

Agatha’s eyes widened, not believing for a moment that her girlfriend was standing in front of her, but the surprise was forgotten when Y/N sniffed and caught her attention. She suddenly realized the state Y/N was in: her hair was a mess, she was hugging herself tightly, gaze on the ground, and tear streaks covering her cheeks . . . This was not the Y/N Agatha was used to.

“Oh, my dear, what’s wrong?” Agatha asked, lurching into protective girlfriend mode as she ushered the distressed woman inside and locked the door.

“I can’t sleep. Can I stay here?” Y/N asked quietly, not meeting Agatha’s eyes. The Witch could see the clear reluctance in her to ask that question, and it baffled her, especially because Y/N avoided her question.

“Of course - you don’t need to ask,” Agatha said, trying to play it off as a chuckle when in reality there was a worried gleam as she gestured for Y/N to sit on the couch.

Agatha didn’t miss the brief, surprised look flash across Y/N’s face, or how she shuffled to the couch and plopped down, a deep frown replacing her usually bright and cheerful smile. This sight only sparked frustration and curiosity in Agatha, why was Y/N acted so uncharacteristic?

She decided to just ask her.

“Y/N, you’re not acting like yourself. What’s going on?” Agatha asked, making sure to express her concern but have her words be firm at the same time, before she sat down on the couch next to her.

Y/N didn’t answer for a couple moments and instead played with her hands. When she did answer, she dragged her words out and kept her eyes locked anyplace but on her purple-dressed love of her life.

“When you first stopped Wanda’s control, I needed to just process it all, which is why I ran. The entire time I was under her control it hurt like hell and at night, when I’d sleep, I’d see her nightmares. Then . . . as time progressed I started to forget why I was fighting against her, so I stopped fighting, which was the worst part. And then, now, I just . . . I feel like I’m not even myself anymore, even though I am. I feel like she’s still here, in me . . . I have nightmares of her nightmares and sometimes I still feel the pain. It’s just been so exhausting feeling like my life isn’t even my own!”

After she finished, Y/N sat back, blinking. It was clear that she hadn’t expected for all of those feelings and those thoughts to slip as they did, and Agatha needed a couple moments to take everything in. As she took a deep breath, thoughts swarming her mind, Y/N let out a content one after all that she said.

After nearly a minute, Agatha shifted a bit in her seat, the troubled look on her face going away as she found her voice. “I am so, so sorry about what she put you through, love . . . I know I won’t understand what it was like, but I’ll listen, I'll support you, I’ll help you heal and get through this,” she promised, her voice the most delicate and soft and comforting that Y/N had ever heard, and it made tears well up in her eyes, as she was so relieved to finally say everything.

When Agatha saw this, she immediately scooted over and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, pulling her close. Y/N laid her head on her shoulder, happy to be in her arms. However, not all the doubt had been erased from her mind . . . “Are you sure you’re okay with me, here?”

“Of course, Y/N! Stay here tonight,” Agatha immediately reassured her, kissing her forehead. She didn’t want Y/N to feel unhappy for even a split second.

Y/N nodded, and allowed herself a smile, stretching out her legs to get comfortable on the couch. They stayed there, silent, for who knows how long, but Y/N loved it. The warmth of Agatha’s body heat, the sweet smell of her perfume, how her beautiful black curls fell onto Y/N’s head . . . It was home.

“I’m so happy that you feel like you can come here because you can - always,” Agatha finally broke the silence with a voice a little above a whisper.

Y/N smiled as she thought, glancing around the house. “It’s just - you make me feel safe,” she said, struggling to put her exact thoughts into words that were worthy of Agatha hearing, and the brunette only held her tighter, smiling, too.

After a while, Y/N finally fell asleep and slept through the night, feeling comforted and at home for the first time in a few days.

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alpacaparkaseok · 3 years

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Inside “The Pact”

Hello! For those of you that followed along with The Pact, I received a few questions and requests to get an inside look. I’ll link the post here that explains a bit more about what this is gonna be about.

We’re gonna break this down into sections: first will be answering your questions about The Pact & the characters. Then I’ll show you guys a little about my notes & decision making process (which is very obscure because I just tend to keep a hypothetical tab open in my brain most of the time lol) as well as some pictures of my ideas!!

Thanks for requesting such a fun thing to do now that this series is over. It’s been fun to look back!

Q. What song did the boys dedicate to y/n?

A. “Her” || This is a sad song, but I felt like it fit so well with how the boys had to hide a part of themselves (their feelings) away for the sake of the pact!

Q. Did the boys get mad/how did the boys react to Jungkook’s kiss?

A. Jungkook was a little shocked, and felt extremely guilty on the drive back home. He wasn’t sure if he could stand to tell his hyungs, but he also knew he couldn’t lie to them. Naturally, the second he walked in the house and everyone saw his face, they knew. It was just quiet, everybody was a little hesitant to say anything/bring it up because they were all upset. Only Jimin has heard all of the details of JK’s kiss, whereas the others are simply aware that he kissed her and that’s that.

Namjoon was the most upset, although he didn’t say anything. He just sat there on the couch and did the jaw-clenching thing he always does. Yoongi just tried to change the subject and ask about other aspects of the date. Taehyung was actually pretty pissed, especially because he’d been so good about refraining from kissing you even when you’d asked for it. Hobi had a chat with him later that night and calmed him down. Jin wasn’t angry so much as he was worried that he missed his shot & couldn’t stop replaying his date in his head.

Q. Who fell for y/n last?

A. Namjoon. He’d had a little crush, and that’s why he was willing to go along with the pact. But it hit a point less than a year ago when he fell hard and fast. (you called him in the middle of the night when he was on tour and he realized that your sleepy voice is possibly the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard) The boys noticed and as a result teased him endlessly about it, because he doesn’t quite know how to navigate his feelings.

Q. Who did the boys bet on? (We already know that Jimin bet on Yoongi and won lol)

A. Namjoon bet on JK, Tae bet on Hobi, Hobi bet on JK, Jin bet on JK, and Yoongi bet on Jin, and JK bet on Namjoon (because we all know JK would pick Namjoon lol)

Q. Didn’t y/n ever date other guys? How did the boys react?

A. hahaha ok I actually would have such a fun time writing this Yes, she dated around a bit. For the first year of the pact, she had an on again, off again bf. It wasn’t very serious, and she always made that clear to the boys. They still hated the dude. After they broke up, she only went on a few dates here and there. Didn’t really seriously date. (except for that one time she went on vacation and had a fling, but everyone has decided to forget that) They just smiled and supported her, although Tae was always very clear that he didn’t like any of the guys she dated.

Q. In Namjoon’s date, who was the 1950′s author mentioned?

A. Agatha Christie, the queen.

Q. How did y/n meet Jimin? (he was the one that introduced her to the rest of the group)

A. She was a PR intern for Lee Hyun. Jimin and Lee Hyun are close, and they crossed paths fairly often until Jimin decided to invite her to hang out.

Q. What is y/n studying in school?

A. Public Relations (which will honestly come in handy with her new relationship lol)

Q. Where was Jin in the last chapter when y/n came to the studio?

A. Agh how could you ask me this and bring back all that pain?! Jin was at his brother’s restaurant for some much needed R&R. He ended up staying the night with him, not wanting to go home just yet and have to face his decision.

Q. Who would you personally choose to end up with and why?

A. KIM SEOKJIN. Date #5 was basically for me lol. Like, unapologetically wrote that for myself. Not just because he’s my bias, but because I personally felt like I could picture myself chilling on that couch watching Dateline with him. And it was beautiful. 🤧 Also, while Jin can be loud and goofy, he’s an introvert. I’m an extravert with introverted tendencies, so I just feel like his date would have been the most comfortable for me.

CREATING THE PACT - AN INSIDE LOOK AT MY NOTES

First thing’s first, I have an on-going page in my notes on my phone which is FILLED with ideas & half-formed thoughts. Before I began writing The Pact (or even Spooked, for that matter), this happened:

So you can see that I had no idea what I was doing lol, but I thought that it would be cool. Mainly I wanted an excuse to write OT7 and display all the members in a sweet light. Also, we see that not all of these actually made it into the series. (Tae w/ the family)

BUT THEN, “SPOOKED” HAPPENED, AND A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY POPPED UP

ngl, I cracked up when I looked back at my notes and saw this.

“Sweet Gloria what am I doing to myself” 😂😂 this was when I was pushing “Lost & Found” out and planning for Taehyung’s series (which is why so much is blocked out on my notes, because it’s riddled with spoilers lol) so I literally had no idea why I was jumping into another project as I was already super busy. That’s why I scheduled it for just Saturday’s! (and also why I sometimes posted super late at night lol)

As you can see, Seokjinnie’s date was literally always on my mind. From the very beginning. Which is odd, considering the fact that he didn’t end up being endgame. wow it’s like he’s my bias or something

Occasionally I’d take breaks from hw and work on getting to know how the boys were with y/n. Quotes and poetry serve as a great source of inspiration, and I assigned a quote to each member. (notice the little stars by Jin, Yoongi’s and JK’s names lol, they were my top three as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now)

There were a couple of things that I didn’t think of adding until I was reading through your theories and got an idea of what you needed to push the series in the right decision. i.e. bringing Gina back to explain that she closed the door in Spooked.

I have a whiteboard in my room that I use to map out what I need to do that week for whatever series I’m working on (as well as jot down ideas for new series, which I why this photo doesn’t show the whole board haha)

So here’s a peek at my thought process for writing about how the pact was formed. Sorry if you can’t read it haha

NOW, the last few questions you guys had:

Q. Did you ever change your mind while writing the pact?

A. Yes! I actually originally intended for Hobi to have written the note. It fit very well with how angry he was at first and how worried he was during the date. But by the time I'd gotten to Jin’s date I kinda knew that he wouldn’t be that petty but Jin would haha

I also planned on Yoongi kissing y/n on their date. It was supposed to be on a rooftop somewhere, which we know didn’t happen. In fact, I didn’t really intend for their date to be so disastrous until I was coming closer to having to write it. I think I was a mess, so the date was a mess lol

I had no idea what I was doing for Tae’s date until I wrote it, all I knew was that there had to be a museum. The rest I just made up as I wrote and hoped that it made sense. (also, for some reason I hated the museum portion of the date. Idk why, but it just felt so stark to me. still don’t like it lol)

Q. When did you know how it was going to end?

A. That’s a....difficult question lol. Honestly, I thought of just doing an audio recording and uploading it because it I didn’t really know how to put it into words, but then I realized that most people probably wouldn’t wanna listen to that lol. So here we are.

I had the ending scene in mind before The Pact even became a thing. I knew I had a series that I wanted to end with baking cookies. (weird, I know.) It didn’t exactly go how I planned, but I remember having the thought while writing Spooked (when I thought I was just writing a one shot) that it would be nice for y/n to be with Yoongi. I just instantly felt like they had a connection, when he was the first one she went toward. From then on out, I always kinda kept Yoongi in the background.

I had a crisis about halfway through (right before Jin’s date) when there were a bunch of people rooting for Tae, because he hadn’t even been on my radar. But then Jin’s date went much better than I thought it was going to/received better, so I think that got me back on track.

But from the beginning, Yoongi was #1. (I wrote this in the back of my Career’s notebook lol) when I was trying to figure out for myself who wrote the pact.

So yeah! There you have it! Just an FYI, I had to physically restrain myself from throwing caution to the wind and making Jin endgame. Especially when so many of you were on board. :( However, the survey helped because Yoongi was the majority of votes (closely followed by Jin & JK) and that showed me that we were still on the right track!

Ngl, my brain stopped working around Wednesday of last week, so writing the finale took FOREVER because nothing would compute. But I’m so happy you guys enjoyed it and reached out to me about it! This really is like a part-time job most days, and I really felt like this series paid off.

Hopefully I covered everything! To end, here's the most satisfying part of every project for me:

Thanks guys!

#the pact stuff #b:rants #about me #bts fluff #bts dating au #ot7 bts #bts x reader #ot7 bts x reader

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anncanta · 3 years

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Wing to wing

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Characters: Count Dracula, Agatha Van Helsing

Relationship: Dracula/Agatha Van Helsing

Rating: Mature

Thanks to @khyruma – the beta of this work. You are beautiful and I am your fan.

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‘Was it necessary to tell them that Mr. Balaur was you?’

Agatha tried unsuccessfully to move and leaned back again on Dracula, to whom she was tied back to back. On the other hand, she thought, okay, he did a stupid thing, but who was making her talk? Why did she claim to be a vampire?

‘What should I say? Balaur is important to all of them. To some, he is a partner, to others – a patron, and they had nothing to accuse him of,’ Dracula responded angrily. ‘I wanted to calm them down. If you didn't meddle with your... lectures on linguistics, we would be free.’

‘You would be free,’ Agatha corrected. She jerked her hand awkwardly and groaned as pain pierced her wrists.

When taken by surprise in cabin number nine, Dracula presented the imaginary ‘killer’ to the frightened captain and passengers, Agatha was dragged to hang without any equivocation. Standing with a noose around her neck on a barrel and fighting weakness and nausea, she tried to appeal to their minds. Alas, in vain. They needed the culprit for the horror they experienced. Agatha was perfect for this.

She looked down at Dracula, as Olgaren and Sokolov were arguing, who was casting meaningful glances at her, and shouted the first thing that came to her mind.

And she made a mistake.

Whatever Agatha wanted to achieve, the word ‘vampire’ did not help her in this, sowing panic and anger among the passengers. She was helplessly watching the dispute, turning into a fight, when suddenly Olgaren, apparently deciding to end everything at once, jumped to the mast to which Agatha was tied, and pushed the barrel.

Peeling off the skin, a rope cut into Agatha's neck. Almost blinded by horror and pain, Agatha felt herself falling down... and landed in a tight embrace.

‘I still think, gentlemen,’ she heard through the noise in her ears, ‘that the situation should not be made... ugly.’ Lifting her eyes and rubbing her neck, Agatha looked at Dracula skeptically. ‘We'd better turn the criminal over to the authorities.’

‘Who are you to tell us what to do?’ Olgaren asked snootily.

Then Dracula said it. That he is Mr. Balaur.

The rest happened so quickly that neither Agatha nor Dracula had time to react. Surprisingly harmoniously for the people who had almost fought a minute earlier, the remnants of the crew and passengers of the Demeter pounced on them and, tying them to each other, dragged them to cabin number nine.

‘How I hate it,’ Agatha said, looking at the wooden ceiling. ‘This fatuous cabin. And you probably provoked them on purpose. Your games again!’ she flared up. ‘If you were so easy to tie, I would have –”

‘What?’ such a frank smile sounded in Dracula's voice that Agatha wanted to elbow him. Alas, she still couldn't even move her hand. ‘Would you tie me up? Immobilize me?’ he paused. ‘And then what, Agatha?’

‘I would kill you,’ Agatha replied casually.

‘Are you so sure?’

‘What else can I do with you?’

‘Judging by how cleverly you handle the knife,’ he grinned, ‘you yourself have a liking to… different games. Those bodily, hot, and passionate.’

In the silence that followed his words, Agatha heard her breathing and the distant rustle of waves coming from the porthole.

‘You think too… highly of yourself,’ she said quietly, looking down at her own bound hands. ‘And besides,’ she turned slightly, speaking louder, ‘you wouldn’t allow me anything like that anyway.’

‘Oh, why?’

‘Because you are arrogant, obsessed with power, and... and why are we talking about this at all?’

The broad back, on which Agatha was leaning, straightened.

‘You are wrong, Agatha,’ ignoring the question, said a low voice near the top of her head, ‘I would gladly put myself into your hands. And take whatever you’d give me.’

Agatha felt her cheeks begin to glow and knew that with the nape of his neck he felt the pulse beating on hers. She took a breath.

‘You have a false opinion of me,’ she said, clearing her throat. ‘I know little about such pleasures. As you can see, I'm not pretty,’ Agatha added sharply. ‘Therefore, no one was particularly eager to…’

‘You are attractive, intelligent, and passionate,’ he smiled again, ‘an enchanting combination. And I don't care about those who were so blind as not to notice it. As for inexperience – it just means that before letting you deal with me, I should... well, let's say, put you in the know. Trust me, it's very fast.’

Saying this, he made a short movement, and the ropes that held them together disappeared. Agatha looked at the scraps on the floor and shook her head. Another performance, as she thought.

‘I don’t want to listen to your obscenities,’ she frowned. ‘Have your respect, Count Dracula. Remember you are talking to a nun.’

‘To the same nun who teased a naked man in the middle of the yard?’ clarified Dracula, getting up. Agatha said nothing. Now they stood looking at each other. ‘Exactly, a nun,’ said Dracula. ‘Aren't you interested in how it all works?’

‘That’s none of your business,’ snapped Agatha. She tried desperately not to look embarrassed, telling herself that he was just palavering to her, trying to fool her, like the passengers and the crew – with rope and captivity. She needs to find out what he really wants.

He looked around.

‘No, we need to get out of here.’

‘So you can possess me?’

‘So you know what you are giving up.’

Dracula went to the porthole and began to examine the lock.

‘To possess…’ he muttered annoyedly. ‘Where do such expressions come from? Were you raised in a monastery? Oh yes,’ turning to Agatha, who grunted, he held out his hand to her. ‘Come here.’

‘I’m not going anywhere with you,’ Agatha said. ‘You are ill-mannered and socially dangerous.’

‘Well, you were definitely taught by a German governess with a three-foot ruler,’ Dracula sighed and went up to her. ‘Do you want guarantees?’

‘What guarantees?’ Agatha was surprised.

‘What do you suggest,’ Dracula threw up his hands. ‘How should I behave so that you condescend to my company?’

‘Stop drinking blood,’ Agatha said uncertainly. ‘Do not attack people –’

‘Die,’ continued Dracula happily.

‘Listen!..’

‘Quiet,’ he raised his hand and walked to the door. He stood for a while, listening, then returned to Agatha. ‘Here's what we’ll do,’ he said. ‘I'll taste animal blood. Let's say dogs or pigs. This will at least prevent me from starving to death. I’ll still need human blood, Agatha,’ seeing her eyes flashing, Dracula immediately said. ‘Blood is lives. Not just food, but stories. But I'm sure that I can think of something here too,’ he added. ‘And now – we are leaving.’

He went back to the porthole, tore off the iron lock with one hand, then grabbed the frame and tore it out by the roots. Agatha, amazed, watching his actions, approached and carefully touched the edges of the splintered boards sticking out in the place of the window.

‘Why did you do it?’ she asked. ‘You can turn into bats.’

‘For you,’ Dracula said shortly and pushed her towards the aperture. ‘Hurry.’

Taking a deep breath, Agatha climbed out the window.

***

‘They'll think they were right about us,’ Agatha said, leaning the back of her head against the side of the carriage.

‘Because the guilty are running?’

Agatha nodded.

Dracula shrugged.

‘The main thing is that there should be no chase. But I think they were happy to get rid of us.’

‘Oh yes,’ she smiled involuntarily. She closed her eyes. ‘I feel so dizzy... And the road is so... bumpy.’

‘Lie down.’ Looking at Dracula, Agatha saw him pointing to his lap. ‘There is nothing more I can do for you,’ he said in response to her indignant look.

‘I did not ask…’

‘We have a few more hours to go,’ Dracula interrupted her. ‘You will vomit. I have nothing against natural fluids,’ he said, ‘if you remember. But I don’t think you will enjoy traveling in a carriage full of…’

‘I get it,’ Agatha said wearily. ‘Thank you,’ she added very quietly, her head resting on his firm knees covered with a woolen cloak.

‘You are welcome!’ smiled Dracula, running his fingers through her hair.

Agatha quickly fell asleep from rhythmic swaying, fatigue, and weakness.

***

Agatha woke up feeling herself being carried somewhere. Opening her eyes, she breathed in the scent of fine wool mixed with the smell of the road, and at once, remembered everything.

‘We're almost there,’ Dracula's deep voice resonated in her chest and echoed throughout her body.

‘Put me down, I'll go myself,’ Agatha said in a voice hoarse from sleep.

‘Not worth it,’ Dracula turned, took a few more steps. The sound of the door being unlocked was heard, and, raising her head, Agatha saw that they had come into the bedroom.

‘Bed,’ Agatha moaned with relief.

‘And clean linen, and a bath, and breakfast,’ Dracula laughed cheerfully. ‘People need so much.’

‘You need that too,’ Agatha said, wrinkling her nose. ‘By the way, what about your… food…’ she began as Dracula threw back the covers and put her on the bed.

Dracula straightened, smiling, as she pulled the covers up to her chin.

‘Don't worry, Agatha,’ he said. ‘I will not stay hungry. Not far from here there is a barnyard with pigs in it. Not the most sumptuous breakfast, but…’

‘But better than killing innocents,’ Agatha yawned. Her eyes began to droop again.

‘If I start killing the guilty, I’ll get fat,’ Dracula chuckled. ‘I’ll leave you, dear. If you need anything, call the maid – her room is nearby.’

‘But what about your desire to show me... what is there... what I have lost...’ Agatha muttered sleepily, ‘when I left for the monastery?’

‘Not today,’ she opened her eyes when he was again very close. ‘Get some rest. We will talk about your lapses in life and your innocence later,’ Dracula finished in a very intimate whisper and left the room.

Agatha looked after him thoughtfully, turned over on her side, and fell asleep.

***

The next day, waking up fresh and rested, Agatha found at her disposal a wardrobe full of clothes, a helpful and efficient maid, and an excellent breakfast. Having dealt with the latter, she washed off the road dirt, and, asking the maid where she could find the Count, Agatha went down to the first floor.

The house was large, obviously old, and the previous owners seemed to have left it quite recently. Looking out of the living room window, Agatha saw the garden and the outbuildings peeping around the corner. Noticing the figure of Dracula passing next to one of them, she headed there.

Going around the perimeter of the house and heading into the backyard, Agatha passed the small stable and moved towards the barn – voices came from it.

‘...an exceptional sample. Landrace*,’ Agatha heard, pushing the door open. Stepping inside, she stopped at the threshold.

Dracula stood in the middle of the barn, dressed in a white shirt, exquisite vest, and trousers. In his hands was a large pink pig.

‘I can guarantee the quality,’ said a short man, standing with his back to Agatha, who looked like a merchant. ‘You can be certain of it.’

‘Fine,’ Dracula said, lowering the pig to the floor. It crawled into a corner and, it seemed, lay there on a heap of rags. ‘Excellent breed, I'm happy with everything. Get me four of them by the end of the week.’

‘As you command, sir,’ the merchant replied. ‘Noble pigs,’ he added proudly, looking back at the corner where the animal lay, grunting. ‘Rest assured. Everything will be at its best on Friday,’ he hurried, catching Dracula's impatient gaze. He repeated: ‘The pigs are excellent. If you want, maybe a litter.’

‘I don’t need the litter,’ the Count responded coldly. ‘On Friday you will bring the pigs, then you will receive the money. I am not delaying you any longer.’

The merchant nodded respectfully, bowed, confusedly said goodbye to Dracula, and, without looking at Agatha, left.

‘What is it?’ When the door slammed shut behind the merchant, Agatha asked, after a short pause.

‘Breakfast,’ Dracula shrugged. They turned and looked at the pig for a while in silence. The animal seemed absolutely content with life. ‘They surprised me, you know,’ he said.

‘Tasty?’ Agatha asked carefully.

‘Smart,’ Dracula threw up his hands.

‘Wow,’ turning around, Agatha moved to the exit. ‘Well,’ she said, breathing in the fresh morning air, ‘one less problem. Agree – ’

‘How are you feeling?’ he was next to her so quickly that Agatha almost recoiled. Straightening her back and not wanting to show that she was scared, she ceremoniously replied:

‘Good, thank you.’

Dracula smiled.

‘Shall we take a walk?’

Agatha frowned. After a moment's hesitation, she accepted the hand extended to her.

They walked towards the garden.

While they wandered among the yew hedges and fruit trees, Agatha learned from Dracula that the house he had brought her to was not the one that Harker's firm had bought for him. Not wanting to shake for another hour in a fiacre through London, Dracula asked the coachman where a decent housing could be rented nearby and found out that the Duke of Wilmore's mansion in the West End was vacant. The owners left there just the other day and put the house up for sale.

‘Do you like it here better?’ Agatha asked with interest. ‘You only know Carfax from stories, though,’ she recalled.

‘I like it here,’ Dracula said slowly. ‘What about you?’

‘I... well, I…’ Agatha stopped. Suddenly, she realized that she was not at all thinking about herself, about where she was – and about the future. Rather, from the moment she offered Dracula to eat her instead of Mina in the monastery, Agatha was sure that she had no future. Now, when it turned out that Dracula intended to eat Landraces, his question puzzled her.

What is she going to do next? What status is she in here? And how is she going to deal with all this?

She looked at Dracula. He was joking, wasn't he – when he said that he was taking her with him in order to...

‘Do you have friends in London?’ her thoughts were interrupted by Dracula.

Agatha shook her head.

‘Nobody.’

They walked a few more alleys and turned towards the path that led to the main entrance of the house.

‘You could be my attorney,’ Dracula said after a few minutes of silence. ‘After Jonathan’s death, I don’t want to deal with his law firm again,’ he explained in response to her surprised look. ‘And you are smart, educated, and will do an excellent job with this.’

‘I'm not a lawyer,’ Agatha said. ‘If you need…’

‘I need a person who can manage my affairs,’ Dracula did not let her finish. ‘This does not require a lawyer's license. And I will pay you handsomely.’

Agatha stopped and turned to face him.

‘Are you trying to buy me, Count Dracula?’

‘I'm trying to give you what you deserve.’ He looked like he was holding back a laugh. You don't have to agree. But I think it's better –’

‘What about your plans?’ burst out from Agatha.

Dracula stared at her in silence.

‘You said you'd be glad to put yourself in my hands,’ she said smoothly. ‘Have you forgotten?’

The pause did not last long.

‘No, I haven't forgotten.’ Dracula tilted his head and moved closer to her. ‘But I also remember that we figured out that before that happens, you need…’ he smiled briefly ‘some overview lessons. I do not want to suffer from clumsy hands.’

It's all nerves, travel and blood loss, Agatha thought indifferently. Otherwise, it would never have occurred to her to answer:

‘I am at your service, Count Dracula.’

Dracula's eyes sparkled. For a moment he looked at her – her hair loose over her shoulders, a simple brown-gray dress. He smiled anticipatingly.

‘I will come to you tonight. Don't lock yourself up.’

They walked the rest of the way home in complete silence. Once inside, Dracula moved down the corridor towards the living room.

‘Still, think about being an attorney,’ he said, hiding behind the door.

***

He came after midnight, when Agatha, who had been wandering around the house and the garden all day, had already changed her clothes for bed and even thought that in the end, she would just sleep. He opened the door and entered without bothering with questions and permissions. This is his home, Agatha reminded herself, as she watched Dracula approaching her.

There was no need to talk. She did not even want to be ironic and did not want to argue. With amazing clarity, Agatha suddenly realized that the fact that he was here was not only – and not so much – his decision, and this is obvious. It was always obvious.

Dracula raised his hand and carefully touched her shoulder.

It reminded her so sharply of what was in the monastery that she recoiled.

‘Agatha?’

When she came to, she realized that she was sitting on the bed, silently looking at Dracula and as if she was numb.

‘Agatha, if it's that scary…’ Dracula began.

‘No. No... it's okay,’ Agatha said slowly.

Dracula looked at her hand, with which she unconsciously grabbed her left shoulder, and understood everything.

He sat down beside her and leaned over to her.

‘Give it here.’

Obediently opening her fingers, Agatha exposed her shoulder. The scar was not the same as Jonathan's – not a laceration, a thin cut. Dracula leaned forward, touched it with his lips, gently sucked in her heated skin, and let go.

‘That's better?’

‘I think so,’ Agatha whispered, feeling the tips of her fingers begin to tingle.

She let him lay her back into bed and unbutton her nightgown to her waist. Seeing him lower his head to touch her breast, Agatha closed her eyes. The needles in her fingertips turned into flames and slowly crawled up her arms.

When he pulled away from her, she opened her eyes.

‘Agatha, how could you consider yourself unwanted?’ Dracula asked in a hoarse voice. ‘My blood boils for you.’

Agatha smiled, embarrassed.

‘Just don’t burn me,’ she said softly.

‘No way,’ Dracula whispered, burying his face in her neck, starting to caress her again.

He was impatient and unhurried at the same time, and Agatha did not understand how this was possible. He touched her as if he knew exactly where and how she wanted, forcing her to moan, bend, sob and beg.

And then it was tender. Deep. It hurt a lot, but when he stopped to let her catch her breath, Agatha shook her head in protest. With her arms and legs wrapped around him, she did something she had never done before – let go of control entirely.

The pleasure wiped away the remnants of pain, scattered doubts, it appeared as crystals of salt on her skin. She seemed to be whispering his name. Or maybe she just swore from the heart – also for the first time in many years.

Very slowly, Dracula slid off of her and pulled Agatha after him, not releasing her from his embrace.

‘My name is Vlad,’ he muttered somewhere in her hair; the low voice mixed with laughter and happy weariness. ‘I wanted you to know – just in case.’

Unable to move, Agatha only groaned something unintelligible and made herself comfortable, letting languor and drowsiness take possession of her.

Tomorrow. All the rest is tomorrow.

***

Opening her eyes, Agatha saw that outside the window was a cloudy misty morning, and she was alone in bed. Getting up and throwing on the lace peignoir that lay in the chair, she went to the window and flung open the high sashes.

It smelled of moist spring air and the feeling of close summer. Agatha sneezed and looked down.

In the courtyard in front of the house, Dracula stood and, apparently, was arguing with a tall, large man. In one hand the man had a big knife, in the other – known to Agatha – yesterday's Landrace. The pig jerked its legs and struggled desperately.

Vaguely, Agatha remembered that Dracula, upon arrival, could find only a maid and a butler for the house. The rest of the servants, including the entire staff for the kitchen, he was going to recruit later, and at first, the maid could handle the preparation of the simplest food.

Well, Dracula probably decided to start home improvement seriously and hired a cook, Agatha thought distantly, looking at a tall reddish fellow who cheerfully brandished a knife. Either he accidentally hit the Landrace, or simply frightened it with loud screams, but it squealed, broke free, and rushed across the yard at a gallop.

Dracula and the red-headed giant simultaneously rushed after the boar. But Dracula, of course, was the first to do it. Picking up the pig in his arms, he gently scratched it behind the ear and turned to the cook. Agatha did not hear what he said, but, apparently, something very stern. Agatha could have sworn that there was a triumphant expression on the Landrace's muzzle. The chef's face turned to stone.

Holding back her laughter, Agatha put her palms on the windowsill and leaned out of the window.

‘Vlad,’ she said clearly and loudly. Dracula turned around and grabbed the Landrace more comfortably.

‘What?’ he asked with a smile, causing a wildish fire to crawl along Agatha's spine again, like the night before.

She lifted the corners of her lips slightly.

‘Don't play with food,’ she said sternly.

‘Or what?’ The pig in his hands twitched an ear, and Dracula soothingly ran his fingers along the top of its head.

Agatha felt her cheeks go red.

‘I’ll be very angry,’ she said and closed the window.

Just five minutes later, footsteps were heard outside the door, and Dracula entered the room. He was without a Landrace – instead of a pig, he held in his right hand a long silk curtain cord. Agatha glanced briefly at the rope – at Dracula's fingers caressing the ribbed surface, at the heavy tassels hanging from the ends.

‘I didn't have time to sin very much... today,’ he said quietly. He walked over and handed her the rope. ‘But you have to start somewhere.’

As if in a dream, Agatha nodded.

* Landrace is the first specialized bacon-type pig breed.

#dracula bbc #dracula 2020 #bbc dracula #dragatha #count dracula #agatha van helsing

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xavadak3davrax · 3 years

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Poisoned Lovers

Prince!Fred Part 3

Fred Weasley x Fem Reader

Title: Poisoned Love

Warnings: NSFW, 18+! unprotected sex ,dom/sub /Fred is called sir) degradation, dirty talk, overstimulation, dirty talk, light degradation, spanking, grinding,this is bathroom sex. if I forget anything please warn me

Taglist: @manuosorioh @itsbebeyyy

Summary: y/n has been working for fred for a month and they can’t stop thinking about each other. None of them knows this until fred makes an unexpected move.

a/n: posting this until is appears in the tags because it isn’t showing.

Part 1. Part 2.

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Y/n had been working for Fred for a whole month. To say she was tired was an understatement. She knew it would be a big step from working for her parents (even though she did a lot more outside their little stand, like getting everything they needed). But wasn’t just in the Prince’s personal staff. About two weeks into y/n’s there Agatha thought she wasn’t doing enough. After all being a maid for the prince didn’t require much when he himself woke up always late and almost never was present (something y/n was thankful for since she was still trying to get over her attraction over him). So her superior found her other tasks around the castle that she would suitable for. Fred did know this and didn’t think it was wrong doing, if she wasn’t being taken from the main tasks she was put to do.

Never once did she complain about this, since she was able to get a little more money that what she first expected. y/n had also started to make friends around. She soon found out a lot of the girls working in the kitchen and has maids were the same age has her and they become close very soon, sharing a lot of experiences with her, of what it was like working for royals.

In the days she did see the Prince she was never alone and so she only ever spoke to him when necessary. She was quick to figure out the simple things about him, how he liked his things done a certain way, the people he did allow near him when alone in his chambers. She figured a lot of them were girls, but they never spent the night. She also so how his mood had changed since the first week she had started there.

Things with his marriage were going very fast, but she never asked him personally about it, after all it was not her business and she was merely working for him. But she heard rumors, specially from the queen’s personal maids, who knew almost every detail. The date was set, so it was official from what she could see. But Fred never once mentioned anything even in the few moments they had alone in his chambers when she was preparing something.

He usually kept to himself, trying to busy his mind but when she wasn’t looking he would let his eyes fall on her, on her soft skin, on her beautiful tender face. And more often then not on the soft curve of her breasts, bunched together by the corset she used underneath her working dress. How the skin looked so inviting, how he wished he could undo every little knot on her dress and see her in all her glory. He let himself imagine what her soft hands could do. Never had he watched her do anything without care, and gentleness. How they would feel on cock, how he would moan her name and feel his knees tremble.

He has never felt her touch for more then mere second and however he could not let himself stop from thinking all these filthy thoughts. He wished she would stay longer in his chambers, he wished she would help him undress to get in his bath, he wished she would get in with him. He wished so many things. His thoughts would run so wild at night, in the nights he had no one to touch or hug he would think about her and then would have to stock his cock until he could silence his mind. And in the nights he did have someone he would think that she was the one there, the one calling his name and cuming undone for him.

But the reality wasn’t so good. He had to watch you from a far and dream of you at night. He had to imagine you while he was sitting had the breakfast table, with his future wife in front of him.

“The water is ready, sir” y/n spoke, she was just now leaving his bathroom but since they weren’t alone she decided treating him by his first name was risky and would not be well seen. Fred nodded and then look at the rest of the maids in his chambers.

“You can leave, I will not need you for the rest of the night.” He said, and you took this has your cue to leave, so you placed his towel in his chair and started to leaved after the other maids. “Actually y/n I need you to regulate the water, it was very cold yesterday.”

He didn’t want her to look bad in front of her colleges but he needed her to stay behind, today or never. So he had to think os the best excuse and that would fit and not make her stay look suspicious in front of everyone else. So she nodded, looked at the others with a small smile and closed the door, going immediately towards the his bath and waited for him there. She knew what this would entail, seeing him naked, having to look at him like that and not being able to say or do anything, scared of the consequences.

“I barely see you these days.” He was now in front of her and with a small gesture of his head and hands pointed to the very hard gold finery that adorned his body. When she didn’t move he had to speak. “Would mind helping me take it of? Today’s events called for something more formal and I hate this because I can never seem to take them off.” A lie, but also not a lie.

With shaky hands y/n got close to his raiment and started undoing the buttons. It was indeed hard, but she figured since her hands were not has agile had others, that would justify it. He surely could take this himself could he not? From what she was told in the beginning he never had anyone present when he would bath himself. He was always alone, so why now, and why her of all people? A hand full of them have worked here longer than he has. She tried to maintain silence upon them, but it looked like that was not on his books.

“You can talk to me you know, we’re alone.” He made a move for his hand, coming to brush against her arm, in a slow and gentle, but still somehow sexual move. He could’ve sworn he saw her shiver. So she was affected by his touch. “Do you know how much time I spend of my day thinking of you?” he figured there was nothing to loose after the way he had examined her behavior since they were left alone.

“You highness, please,” her voice came out in a whisper “don’t do this, we-we can’t.”

“We can’t what?” Fred had now his hand on her neck where his fingers brushed her skin slightly and then put his hand behind and neck and very gently tucked closer to him. Her breath hitched in her throat and she felt her hands shake. It was getting harder to finish up her task. “Do you not desire me?”

She kept her head down, pretending to concentrate on the last button she had to do, also that task not being hard since he has taller than her by some. “I should not speak of such matter.”

Once she had finished the buttons she took a few steps back letting Fred’s hand fall from her and then she looked at him. Without a word he took the piece of clothe of him, and then proceeded to take the white tunic underneath with him, leaving his chest bare. He was now only adorned in his pants, his feet uncovered and hitting the cold ground. He came forward to close the gap y/n had opened and took her face in his hands.

“It’s just us, please y/n, please.” He begged. His thumb caressing her cheeks. And they both looked at each other they somehow knew there was no turning back from this. She nodded, unsure of herself and of what this would mean. But her brain didn’t let her overthink the moment because she felt his rosy, warm lips hit hers and everything else seem to fade for a few moments.

His hands traveled thru her body slowly until they stopped at her waist and pushed y/n flushed against his body. She lost all sense she had In her and let her hands rest against his chest, his muscles moving and flexing underneath her touch. “y/n,” he said against her lips while workings his hands to undo the strings from the gown she wore. “if we do this, I’m afraid I won’t be gentle. That is not how I’ve imagined taking you.”

As he spoke he finished undoing them and helped y/n get of from her dress, it pulled around her feet and she stepped out of it. Her breath now a little more rapid, her lips swollen from the kissing, but her trembling seemed to have disappeared. She now had other feelings, starting in her core that travelled all the way thru her body, but mostly coiling in her belly. She could feel herself getting wetter, only by the mere kissing of Fred Weasley.

“Shower with me.” She nodded at his words, and they both helped themselves of the remaining clothes they had. Any shyness she might have had was nowhere to be seen now, now that she was so vulnerable to him. Her nipples were hard from the cold hair of the bathroom, she was wet and she could feel it, now that she didn’t had the panties to cover any of it, that it was covering and running down her thighs. He was hard, his cock was stiff and red at the head. Pre-cum was cuming from his tip. It was somewhat painful what he was feeling, like he’d never been touched before, and he was touched starved for her. But he did not feel like pushing her against the wall and fucking her right then and there would satisfy his need for her. So he took y/n by her hand and helped her get in the big tub in front of them, steamy hot water in it. She felt all her muscles relax almost instantly, clearly no use to this kind of thing, since her baths were usually taken with cold water.

Fred seated himself first, and in the few moments she stood there in front of him, completely naked he had to take every bit of her in his mind. Before he allowed her to seat directly on him, he let his hands roam her thighs, squeezing them knowingly, and let them travel all the way to her ass where, without anything as a warning he gave it a light slap. The moan that came from her throat made it self feel now only on her but also on Fred’s cock.

“You like that princess, don’t you?” he came forward a little and pushed her against him so his face was in front of her pussy, and he kissed her gently on her clit. y/n brought her hands to his shoulders for support or she would’ve fallen on top of him in that moment. “I would very much enjoy it if you use your words.” His dominant side had come out the second he had slapped her ass, or even before that, when he has just looked at her fully naked, he didn’t exactly know.

“Yes, sir, I like it very much.” She squeezed his should when he left another kiss on her clit and sucked not so gently on it, while his hands massaged her ass.

“I will not taste you properly today, as I’m afraid I’m also being selfish and in need of you in this moment, but I will taste you on our next time.” He pulled back from her and then guided to seat on things that were spread a little to allow y/n to have her space on him. As soon as she seated on him, her pussy brushed pass the head of his cock making her whole body shiver and a moan of his name leave her lips.

“That’s right princess, just like this.” He positioned his hands on her waist and rocked her back and forth on him so she was griding right on his cock. Her moans had become a little louder and so he had to kiss her as to know arouse any suspicion from the guards that stood outside his door. For all they know she was just helping him with the water, little did they know she was helping in something more than that.

“So b-big.” y/n had put both of her hands on each side of the tub for support and was griding a bit faster on him, since the pleasure was consuming every cell on her body, and the rhythm that Fred had put for her was not enough.

“Greedy little thing princess, that’s what you are. Just grinding way on my cock, just claiming it as yours. You would like that wouldn’t you? To have my cock all for yourself just so you do this all the time. I bet you would like me to be inside you all the time.” The words came from his mouth so effortlessly, the filth spiling from him had her on the brim of her orgasm.

The grinding, his filthy words, and the sweet little name princess were starting to be to much for her.

“Please, please Fred, fuck me.” Her head came to rest on his shoulder while she took the chance and her words to grab at the base of Fred’s cock and direct to her entrance. She was a bit scared now. She hadn’t been with anyone in months, she didn’t know what is was to be touched sexually in months, so she feared it would hurt. Of course it will, she thought, Fred was very big along with a thickness that her mouth water just from thinking of it. She wished she could suck him. Just nibble and suck on the head of his cock and the take him down her throat the best she could to satiate her thirst for him.

“Did I gave you permission filthy girl? Did I allow you to touch me, ahm?” When she didn’t answer he slapped her right ass cheek with some force, but nothing ever that would make her scream in pain. “Answer me, now.” His voice came out strong, and an octave down making her roll her eyes with the pleasure she felt just from him speaking with her like that.

“No, sir.” Although she had answered this, she didn’t let go from the position she had on him. She stroked her hand thru his cock with gentle pressure making goosebumps appear all over his body and a groan leave his mouth.

“I didn’t did I? But since you are so starved for me, go ahead and fuck yourself princess. Make yourself cum on me.” y/n didn’t waste a second, and positioned him again on her entrance and started to go down on him , slowly trying to adjust to his size and thickness. The moan that left her mouth was so filthy that Fred’s hips gain life and came to meet hers half way, making y/n loose all her balance and him being fully seated in her cunt. He could feel himself being engulfed by every little piece of her, and he could that he was touching the sweetest and forbidden spot inside her that would make her go limb.

“You- I-” They were incoherent thoughts coming from her mouth. One of her hand shad the tub and was positioned in her belly.

“Can feel me in you belly baby can you? It feels so good baby, knowing the only thing you are full of is me. Your Prince. Full of me is what you will forever remember. You are mine now. Mine, and my cock will forever be engraved in you, made for you.” He put his hands on top of hers, and pulled them both again the sides of the tub and in a position that was suitable for both of them. He started to thrust his hips into hers, slowly at first, because he wanted to enjoy every feeling her pussy was giving him, and then started to fasten his moves, not being able to keep that slow pace much longer because he needed to feel her, to hear the moans of his name that came from her mouth. His face came to nibble on one of her nipples, and his eyes were on her face.

y/n had her eyes closed, her mouth opened and sometimes no sound came out. Not that she wasn’t feeling pleasure, but it was so much that her mind and body couldn’t process it all at once. She could feel him hit her g-spot over and over again, making her tighter but which of his movements. Her orgasm was approaching like lighting speed, only mere minutes after he had been in her. Could blame her? He was different from all the guys she was ever with, she didn’t know she would be like this, and it would feel like this.

“You’re gonna come princess, I can feel it” Fred had drawn himself from the nipple he was working on to speak. Waited for her answer and when y/n nodded, he smiled, his lips coming to meet her other nipple. She felt a little shy by cuming so fast on her first time with him but it all melted way from her mind when all the feeling from her orgasm hit.

She felt chills all over her skin, her body tensed for mere seconds and her pussy contracted around Fred’s cock, making his moans come out more often and his sucking on her nipples stronger. Everything he did contributed for this strange but amazing orgasm that left her speechless and numb against the Prince.

Never once did he pull out of her, and instead, gripping strongly and with his head now in her neck he started to move again, when he felt her high has now subsided. Her hands were shaking violently from the different pleasure she felt now, overstimulated by her first orgasm, and with Fred pounding into her more fiercely, his hair a complete mess, y/n’s hands were now on it making it even messier and pulling on it hard making his moans louder.

“Shhh” it was her time to speak, teasing him for what he had said earlier, about the noise. But her teasing got caught on her throat when he gave a particularly hard trust that hit her g-spot and had her scream his name.

“Better watch that mouth Princess, or next time I might have to cover it.” The delicious smirk on his face made you roll your eyes.

Fred kept his face on the crook of her neck and bite on it. In a place were he knew it would be hard for her to hide. “So everyone will know you belong to me.” He knew they wouldn’t know it was him exactly, but they would know she belonged to someone and would be approached by anyone.

“I’m gonna cum.” It came out strangled by the harsh tug of y/n, on Fred’s bright red hair. She squeezed deliciously around him that was is undone. He came inside her. Rapid spurts of his cum coating her walls, filling her up good and making her second orgasm even better than the first, everything around them didn’t matter because they were in each other’s embrace.

They stayed like that for a few minutes. Trying to relax and come down from the high of such strong orgasms.

“I hope you know, princess, that you’re mine now. This pussy is mine and for me to do what I want with it.” His dominant voice was not so present anymore, but he still spoke in a way for her to know not to contradict him. y/n moved her head “yes” the best she could. She didn’t want to think about it much, not after what they just did, but she couldn’t help herself.

What had happened here was a mistake for crying out loud. He was the future king, soon to be wedded and she was his maid, someone he met a mere month and half ago, who he barely knew yet somehow was attracted to, and thought this could happen again? It couldn’t, but in this moment, with his flower and sweaty smell evading her nostrils, and his soft skin under her touch she didn’t bring herself to tell him that.

That this wouldn’t happen again. That they couldn’t be a thing, that they shouldn’t be a thing. That she would distance herself, for his good, but also hers. y/n could handle a lot of thing, but not a heartbreak.

#smut #fred weasley smut #fred weasley #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley imagine #golden

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imherongraystairstrash · 3 years

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De-age Will Part II

I just realized I’m incapable of writing normal-sized fics ✌️

Part 1

(I just realized how weird the word “part” is lol)

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Henry was walking past when he heard Charlotte’s voice speaking softly. He poked his head into the room and saw that she was reading a storybook, little Will pressed to the side of her body yawning tiredly and rubbing his eyes with his small fists. Henry leaned against the door and watched as Charlotte smiled while she read, not able to help keeping the same smile from spreading across his.

Her voice was vibrant and fluctuating in tone as different characters spoke. Her eyes widened when she put extra empathizes on a word and whenever she turned a page, she would plant a kiss on Will’s forehead or cheek. She would also periodically rub his back or stroke his cheek, which never failed to make Will nuzzle closer to her, enough so that he rested his tiny fists on her abdomen.

Henry’s heart yearned for Charlotte, so much so that each day he seemed to love her more and more. His Lottie. She may not love him the same way, but being able to call her his wife, to wake up every morning next to her, was the greatest blessing he could receive.

As he watched her reading to Will, it struck him how much he wanted a child. One with Charlotte. They had Jem, Jessamine, Will, Sophie and Thomas, but a baby would be different. A little child they could hold at night a fuss over and teach all sorts of things, like how to walk and talk. Henry knew, however he could never ask that of Charlotte, for she did not feel the same, and perhaps she didn’t share the same feelings over a child… Or, maybe she didn’t wish to bear his child. They could always adopt, but that would still require a certain level of affection towards each other, affection Charlotte didn’t hold for him. It would be easy for Charlotte to file for a divorce, if she wanted one, however, it got more complex once there was a child in the middle.

So, Henry just watched as Will’s eyes slowly closed and soon he was asleep against Charlotte’s shoulder. She kissed his forehead and gently tucked him into bed before following Henry out the door.

Henry cast a final look at little Will before closing the door behind him.

Charlotte’s smile remained on her lips the entire walk back to their room.

Henry wanted to put his arm around her, to hold her close as they walked through the empty institute halls. But, he loved her too dearly to ever do such a thing as make her uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and Charlotte looked up.

“You were wonderful with Will.” he said, blushing.

She blushed too as she replied. “I didn’t know how much I adored children until I had to take care of one.”

“I feel the same way.”

She glanced up at him, surprised. He looked down at her, tilting his head to the side.

Charlotte turned a dark shade of crimson as she spoke again.

“Do you wish to have a ch—” she cleared her throat. “A child?”

Now it was Henry’s turn to blush. “I guess I would, if you want one too.”

Charlotte looked up at him in wonder. “You would want a child?”

“A child with you, Lottie, would be a blessing.”

She turned her head in an attempt to hide her smile, but Henry already saw it.

“Likewise.” She whispered.

They reached their room and Henry opened the door to let her in. As she walked inside, Henry couldn’t help but think that sometimes, it felt as though Charlotte truly loved him.

She turned on her heels. “Do you want to try tonight?” she asked quietly.

“Try what?” Henry asked.

“To…Oh, never mind.” She said, clearly embarrassed.

“What is it Lottie?” Henry said, eyebrows furrowed worriedly. “What did you want to try?”

Charlotte looked at him, took a deep breath and spoke quickly: “To conceive a child.”

Henry was appalled and must have looked it, too, for Charlotte appeared to be horrified.

“Henry, no, I was—”

Henry crossed to the room and held her small hands in his.

“Of course. Of course I want to.” He whispered.

Charlotte looked up at him in wonder, a piece of hair escaping from where it was tied back. Henry took out the pins that held it into place. Her hair cascaded down to her shoulders, framing her lovely face.

“You’re beautiful.” Henry whispered. “Lovely Lottie, my angel from heaven.”

Her lips pressed against his and for a moment, they seemed to forget. Forget that they thought the other didn’t love them, because that moment, and what was to follow, was nothing short of glorious.

…

The next morning, Jem woke up to find a pair of dark blue eyes hovering over him. He yelled. Will put his small hands on Jem’s face and stared intently into his face.

“Good morning, Will.” Jem said gruffly.

Will giggled and put his arms around Jem’s neck. Jem’s head fell back on his pillows and he closed his eyes, still very tired from tossing and turning all night, worried for his parabatai and the fading rune. It’s not that Jem needed the bond; Will would always be his other half, as though, before they came into this world, their souls made a pact that they would keep a part of the other, so that they would have find each other again in the mess of the earth, to give back what belonged to the other. But, Jem couldn’t imagine never getting to see Will as an adolescent ever again. Will was still Will, but Jem couldn’t lay beside him at night and speak of his worries. His Will was like his twin brother, not a little child.

Jem sighed. This was too strange. He put an arm around Will and let him rest on his collarbone until Charlotte came inside.

“Oh, there he is, that little minx. He got away from me.”

Jem sat up and held Will out to Charlotte, but Will didn’t seem to want to be parted from Jem just yet, and made a fuss over the whole exchange until he was back in Jem’s arms.

“He’s much more spoiled, as a baby.” Jem said, regarding Will, who was smiling wide and embracing Jem furiously. For a toddler, he had a surprising strong grip.

“Yes, well.” Charlotte said. “I suggest you get dressed, Jem darling. Ragnor has agreed to come.”

“He has?” Jem asked, appalled.

“Yes, though he made it very clear that his schedule was busy and that he couldn’t stay for long.”

“In that case…Will,” he said, turning to the boy. “Why don’t you go with Charlotte? I’ll be right down.”

Will looked sad, but acquiesced, stretching his hands out to Charlotte. She took him in her arms.

“We’ll be downstairs.” She said, closing the door behind her.

Jem sighed and slowly got out of his pajamas and dressed in day’s clothes, trying (and failing) to not think too hard about Will.

…

What entailed after Ragnor arrived at the Institute was simple. He deemed that Will would be fine and that the spell was temporary. Should Will not be back to normal in three days time, they could message Magnus Bane, who was not nearly as busy as Ragnor was.

“You’d think he’s the emperor.” Sophie said to Jem, “With how busy he is all the time.”

“I really wish he would just say he doesn’t enjoy our company.” Jem said. “It would require so much less effort.”

“I suppose he is being diplomatic.” Sophie said with a shrug. Will ran up to her and hugged her legs. “Oh,” Sophie said to Will. “What do you want, then?”

He put his fist up and Sophie held her hand out. Will dropped a piece of yarn into her palm and ran away.

“Why does he keep giving me these things?” Sophie asked, holding the yarn out in front of her.

Jem shrugged.

…

Charlotte cursed in her head. Why is it that everybody feels the urge to pay the institute a visit when it’s the least convenient to her?

“Mr. Lightwood!” She said pleasantly, as he came in. “What a surprise to see you here; we weren’t expecting you.”

“Let us skip the pleasantries, Charlotte, I have business to discuss with your husband and yourself.”

He walked past her and strode to the direction of the institute study.

…

Jem watched as Charlotte and Mr. Lightwood walked up the stairs and Sophie sped away to fetch Henry. Will was standing next to him and Jem didn’t know whether to hide him, or just pretend like it was normal to have a small replica of Will at his side. He decided that the latter might lead to questions he couldn’t answer, so he nudged Will towards the direction of the kitchen, where hopefully Agatha would keep an eye on him.

Jem then watched as Gabriel strode over to him and, when he came to a stop, Jem couldn’t help but notice a bruise on Gabriel’s cheekbone. He must have been staring because Gabriel scowled and cleared his throat just as he was going to inquire about it.

“Where’s the other idiot to your duo, then?” Gabriel asked.

“He’s…out.” Said Jem.

“Out?”

“Yes, he’s having an…erm…episode?”

“Why am I not surprised?” said Gabriel dryly.

“Don’t say something you’ll regret, Gabriel.” Said Jem, darkly.

Gabriel side-eyed him. “What are you going to do? What with your debilitating sickness, I would assume—”

Miniature Will, like his older counterpart, seemed to know the exact worst timing to appear.

He ran at Gabriel and hit his leg with a spoon. Gabriel’s face softened but then quickly hardened into a grimace. Jem couldn’t help but wonder if Gabriel was fond of children and was trying to hide it.

“Who is this brat?” He spat. “By the Angel, the poor child looks like Herondale. How unfortunate for him.”

Jem stopped breathing as Gabriel took a closer look.

“Actually, he looks exactly like Herondale. The resemblance is quite uncanny.” Gabriel stopped and then a delighted smile stretched across his face. “Wait a moment. Is this Herondale’s bastard?”

“No!” Jem said, picking up Will—who was still attacking Gabriel with his spoon— and shoving him behind a door. Jem knew Gabriel wasn’t going to be so easily fooled by the Cartwright story so he improvised the best he could. “He’s Will’s cousin. His…sister brought him here.”

“His cousin?”

“Yes. And as a matter a fact, he is very territorial and doesn’t like meeting new people, so I suggest you leave.”

Gabriel scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “His sister brought him here?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, how I pity that sister.” Gabriel said. “Imagine Herondale being your brother. And the poor fool who marries her. What if the children look like William? Oh Lord, now that would be a curse.” Gabriel shuddered.

Jem was about to say something when Benedict Lightwood and Charlotte came back.

“Get in the carriage.” Benedict snapped at his son. “We’re leaving.”

Gabriel’s shoulders hunched ever so slightly as he trailed behind his father without so much as a wave goodbye to Jem. Hopefully, Gabriel was too preoccupied with his life to further inquire about this the next time they met.

Just as the Lightwoods were leaving, Will (somehow) managed to open the door and began chasing after them. Charlotte had barely managed to grab the collar of his shirt to keep him from running off.

Benedict Lightwood must have heard the commotion and turned around. Jem tried to move in front of Will in an attempt to cover him up, but Benedict had already seen.

“Why is it that every time I come here, there’s more children? You’d think they’d created a cloning machine and activate it every time they realize their current children are failures.” He grumbled to himself.

Once he walked out, Thomas shut the heavy door closed with an air of finality and, everybody’s ramrod straight backs, relaxed.

Charlotte whirled around to face Will. “You better turn back into your old self again before you get us into any more trouble, do you understand me, young man?”

Will blinked at her.

Charlotte sighed and turned around, perhaps too stressed to deal with this problem at the moment. Henry walked in and Charlotte pointed to Will.

“Jem, why don’t you take Will to the park or something. Benedict came in to give Henry and I a lot of work to do and it should take all morning.”

Jem nodded and held his finger out for Will to grab. The smaller boy gleefully wrapped his hand around his parabatai’s index finger.

…

Will’s eyes darkened. “Duck.” he spat out.

Jem looked at the ducks that were standing idly by the pond. “Will, they’re not going to do anything.”

Will still looked mutinous.

Jem sighed. Why couldn’t Will be like normal children, who could stare at ducks for hours on end? Better question yet: How is it that Will’s hatred for ducks ran so deep that even as a child, he despised them?

“Come here, Will. How about we sit down?” Jem crossed his legs and Will followed suit.

Jem had brought a biscuit for Will, and gave it to him while he stared out at the landscape in front of them.

Jem sensed that there was something strange in the atmosphere, and it wasn’t London’s normal, filthy, city air. It was like the calm before the storm; something was brewing and it was about to explode.

Before Jem could order further, a duck suddenly came from behind them and quacked before Jem could stop it. Will screamed and ran away, which caused the duck to chase after him.

“Why do these sort of things always happen to me?” Jem grumbled, chasing after Will and the duck.

.....

Tagging some people who enjoyed the last part:

@autumnangel20 @heronstairs2014 @hitheresomeoneusingthus @itsdaughterofthemoon @carstairstessa @minaxcarstairs

#will herondale #jem carstairs #henry branwell #charlotte branwell #fairwell #charlotte x henry #Sophie collins #thomas tanner #gabriel lightwood #benedict lightwood #tid fic #pre-tid fic #tid au fic #tsc fanfiction #tid fanfiction #William herondale #james Carstairs

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themadauthorshatter · 3 years

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I'm bored.

I'm continuing with that Tagatha rework I made little while back, the one where Tedros is with Sophie even though he starts having feelings for Agatha.

We start off where we left off last time, but with Tedros and Sophie in their Surviving Fairytales class. She kicks her apologizing into overdrive and states she had panicked and didn't want to be indecent, going as far as to say she had gotten some bruises and cuts she didn't want him to see.

He nods and fakes a smile, telling her to drop it so they can just go back to how they used to be, since that's all she wants.

A little too much salt for her liking, but she hugs him and promises to be the best girlfriend he's ever asked for.

Agatha sees this exchange, and Tedros look at her with a look that says, 'There. Happy?' She mouths back, "Thank you."

If this were a movie, we'd see Tedros roll his eyes and smile back, but frown as he and Sophie join the rest of the class.

TIME JUMP TO TEDROS AND AGATHA'S SHATED CLASS!!!!!

Everyone's being good little students and taking notes or working on their assignments in a mostly quiet classroom, mostly because there's the scratching of quills on paper, the chirping of birds, the blowing of the wind, rustling of trees, and maybe some humming from Dovey as she sits at her desk. I'm not sure what she's doing, but it's keeping her busy enough to not notice Tedros and Agatha's whispered conversation, which goes as follows. Remember, they're whispering, and Dovey is right in front of them:

"I get wanting to keep your friend happy, but why'd you REALLY want me to talk to her?"

(Agatha keeps writing necausr she wants her lost points back, the ones she lost from 'helping' Sophie) "Shh!"

"Agatha."

(Agatha uses Ignore, which doesn't seem to be very effective.)

(Tedros uses Poke) "Agatha."

"Do your assignment."

(Tedros shows her a full, complete paper as he smiles.)

(Agatha glowers at him, quickly checks on Dovey, and keeps writing her paper.)

"What's Sophie ever done for you after all your favors for her? Aside from being your friend?"

"Let me work."

(Tedros leans back in his seat and thinks back on their conversation from the other night, about how she misses home and Sophie is possibly the only friend she has. He also remembers that they're both Readers, how Agatha asked how someone could talk to the School Master, and Agatha's claim that the two of them met the School Master. With all that, he puts the pieces together, and the final result makes him a little sad.)

"You think she's my true love, too, huh?"

(Agatha stops writing for a second before continuing, eyes locked on her paper.)

"And you think that if we kiss, you'll get back to your village?"

(Agatha nods this time, finished with her paper.)

(Tedros is silent as well for a while. The students turn in their papers, one after another, and Tedros catches Agatha just as she comes back from turning hers in.) "Do you really think you'll be happier in your village instead of here?"

"Tedros, Agatha, since ypu two have takem a liking to each other, would you mind sharing your conversation with the rest of us?"

(Both almost jump out of their skins when Dovey speaks up, and soon all eyes are on them, especially a jealous, angry Beatrix, a confused but encouraging Chaddick, and Kiko, who blushes and stares at Agatha.)

(Agatha starts fretting over the attention, but Tedros, for once, has her back.)

"I had a hard time with the assignment. Since Agatha's so smart, I figured I'd ask her for help."

(The whole class gawks at the two of them, surprised at his kindness towards Agatha, who is staring wide eyed at him.)

(Dovey's stern look changes to one of surprise and then to glee.) "How nice to see you've had a change of heart, dear Prince."

On her way to her dorm, Tedros catches up to Agatha, and walks next to her, repeating his question before Dovey cut him off.

The only answer she gives him is, "I'll know when I'm back home," and a door in the face.

Tedros gives a smile. It's not that she's playing hard to get, he just wants an answer out of her. And he's starting to like this down to Earth, real girl.

And she NEVER said she would be happier back home.

IT'S THE NEXT DAY IN SURVIVING FAIRYTALES! ANOTHER FINDING GOOD CHALLENGE! RULES: 6 EVERS AND 6 NEVERS WILL BE DISGUISED AS ROSES OR TULIPS. THE FIRST TO FIND AND CORRECTLY IDENTIFY A PERSON ON THEIR SIDE WINS!!

Tedros listens to his heart completely and is the first to find a disguised Agatha.

Both win the challenge.

Agatha is surprised.

Sophie is a little pissed.

She's even more pissed when the nymphs kick her out of the Ever line at lunch and sees Tedros not only ignore her, but walk toward Agatha and Kiko.

"Is it okay if I join you two?"

Kiko immediately responds, 'yes,' and Agatha makes room for him.

Sure, Kiko has a crush on Tristan, but she's a little more interested in Agatha and Tedros; if she's failing, at least Agatha will have herself a date for the Snow Ball.

Tedros is silent as they eat, Kiko and Tedros making small talk and trying to include Agatha. It eventually leads to one of them telling a joke that makes Agatha laugh, and Tedros and Kiko seeing a softer side to Agatha, one that CAN laugh and be beautiful.

She stops after a little while and remembers Tedros's question, which makes her frown.

Now that she has a friend that is actually nice to her, amd is starting to somewhat have a good time in her school, Agatha can't help but wonder if going home would really make her happy.

She avoids him and Kiko for about a week ,taking her assignments and homework and then locking herself in her room.

It also doesn't help that Sophie's been avoiding her and yelling at her because, "she's stealing her prince, and ruining her fairytale. If she had the chance, she'd throw Agatha off the bridge between the two schools for ruining everything in what was supposed to be her Happily Ever After and her life as a whole. She's nothing but a cruel, evil, ugly witch, and she wishes she'd left Agatha to rot in her house on the hill in the cemetary." There's more, but you get the point.

To get in on the "being nice to the witch train," and to try cheering her up because she heard Sophie going off on Agatha(Tedros ALSO heard this, but pretended to ignore it. You'll see why later), Beatrix tries coerce Agatha into a makeup and gossip session with the other Evergirls, even letting it slip that Sophie has been talking shit behind her back more than she thought and it might be good for Agatha to spill the beans and get it all out.

She gets a clump thrown at her face for this.

Agatha's silent in Good Deeds, after almost two weeks of hiding away in her room, though does have to fight a mini giggle fit as Tedros acts silly behind Dovey's back, i.e. waving and 'psst'-ing to get Agatha's attention. He doesn't get caught.

Agatha shakes her head and ignores him, tired from crying and just wanting to stay in her bad mood.

With a challenge accepted, in his mind, Tedros tosses some crumpled up notes her way, five to be exact.

THIS gets him caught, and a week of clappong chalkboard erasers.

These are the notes he tossed to Agatha in order:

'Sorry if what I said made you upset. Still, would you be happier here ir back home?'

'Kiko's nicer to you than Sophie. Just saying.'

'Please stop ignoring me (insert sad puppy face doodle)'

'Meet me in the hall after everyone's asleep, around ten or eleven. We have to talk'

They meet and Tedros, covered in some chalk dust, asks his question a third time.

Agatha snaps with, "I don't know!"

It silences Tedros, even as Agatha goes off on a very tearful and flustered rant about how she WANTS to go home, but doesn't want to leave Sophie behind, because she's Agatha's best friend, or, admittedly, Kiko, because she's super nice and didn't want to see her fail. She hadn't fully had a good time at school, but it has been enough for her to reconsider going home a little bit. She misses her mother and knows she's probably worried sick, even though Callis is probably just anxious about hearing Agatha's adventures in Evil. She wants to go home, but doesn't want to leave Sophie behind, as she's in danger in Evil.

She's worried about her mother back home, but is a little more worried about Sophie's safety.

Tedros states it shouldn't matter because of how Sophie's been treating her.

Agatha only responds, "She's the only friend I have. I don't have anyone else."

Tedros sits next to her and almost holds her hand, but falters, sort of getting that even though they're not insulting each other, they're still not THAT close yet. "You have me. A-and Kiko. Is... that enough?"

Agatha awkwardly wraps her arms around his neck and keeps crying, muffling the sound in his shoulder.

Tedros returns her hug and rubs and pats her back, telling her to let it out and that it's okay, she's going to be okay.

In his heart, he makes his decision in who he might love more.

The next day, while Agatha's sitting alone, hidden from the sight of anyone, hiding really well somewhere, Tedros asks Sophie if they can talk alone.

They go off into a small clearing away from everyone else, Sophie smiling and happy to possibly get her prince back and Tedros sullen and quiet.

He asks her if she cares about Agatha, mentioning all the things she did in order for the two of them to be together and kiss, which should send them home.

Sophie brushes it off by saying Agatha is a liar and never keeps her word.

"Funny. That sounds more like you than anyone else."

Sophie snaps that Tedros that he shouldn't care about Agatha because she isn't his true love.

Tedros counters with a question: Does Sophie REALLY love him? If she did, then why hasn't she told him more about Gavaldon, her family, even about her basic school life? Even better, what's the REAL reason she didn't she help him in the trial?

Sophie doesn't have an answer.

He apologizes and says that the two should just stay with their respective schools, even apologizing that he couldn't help get her or Agatha home.

Sohpie tries callimg him back, but he ignores her and starts looking for Agatha.

It takes him a WHILE, but he eventually finds her.

Apparently she's a better observer than he could imagine because she is sitting perfectly balanced in a willow tree.

"What do you want now?"

"I was just wondering if you needed a hand, but I don't think you do."

"Anything else?"

"The mates have practice later, and I still have detention. Are you doing anything at sunset?"

Agatha blushes and says no, and then admits she can't get down.

Tedros holds out his arms, Agatha slides and falls off the branch she's on, and lands safely in Tedros's arms, leading him to notice some climbing bruises on her legs.

"Come on, let's go to class."

"You're just doing this to get out of detention, aren't you?"

Tedros smiles and shrugs. "Your shoes aren't tied. I don't want you falling flat on your face."

This was part 2 of the Tagatha Touch-up AU!!! A bit longer, but kinda worth it. The ending was a little cheesy, but I hope you guys liked this! I had a good time with this, it's fun being cupid☺️!

Thanks again for reading and I hope you enjoyed!!

#school for good and evil #sge agatha #sge sophie #sge tedros #tagatha #agatha of woods beyond #sophie of woods beyond #tedros of camelot #school for good and evil Tedros #Tedros #Agatha #Sophie

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silveanna · 3 years

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In The Next Lifetime

Non-idol!Jaehyun x Fem!reader

Summary: your bestfriend Jaehyun is dating someone for 5 years now you should be happy for them right? A big NO, he’s your soulmate and he’s supposed to end up with you in this generation. And clearly it’s too late for that to happen.

Genre: Slight angst, Reincarnation!au, Soulmate!au,

College!au

Note: Agatha is your great great grandmother:)

Even though time has changed you’re still the one I will choose in the next life

“In the past few days, I keep dreaming about you” your best friend Jaehyun said, you two were at his rooftop laying down while looking up in the night sky.

“Really?”

“Yea, you were wearing a historical gown and it seems like we’re still super close in those dreams” he explains, the image of you in his dream flashes in his mind again.

“Well I dreamed about you too, and as far as I can remember, you’re a son of a farmer”

You change your position and faced him “do you think it means something, Jae?”

“Hm... maybe”

It was weekend again, you and your family visited your grandma and stayed in her house for the night. It was 8pm when your grandma knocks on your door, you quickly opened it and greeted her with a sweet smile “Yes nana?”

“I want to show you something, come follow me” she smiled and gestured you to follow her, confused, you put your phone in your pocket and followed her.

She lead you into a unfamiliar place of the house, it’s also a bit dark and dusty. At the end of the hall it was a dead end, and there’s large bookshelf there.

You were wondering if she wants to give you a bunch of books to read not until she pulls out one book and suddenly, a tunnel opened. You and your grandma immediately went inside, it was completely dark so you turned on the flashlight in your phone.

In the end of the tunnel, there was a small room filled with very old stuffs. Your grandma finally found the switch and turns on the light, it wasn’t bright enough to lightened up the room though.

What are all these stuffs? “Is this what you wanted to show me nana?” You looked at her, she smiled and shook her head. She went to a large object that looks like a painting and removed the cloth covering it. “This”

What the-

You silently gasp and hold your head, seeing the painting suddenly made your head ache.

It was a woman wearing a historical gown, her hair was long and curly, and she looks exactly like You “Are you alright?” Your grandma ask you.

“Yes..uh, is that me?”

“No, She’s your great great grandmother. Agatha. She looks exactly like you right?, Beautiful” she runs her fingers softly to the dusty painting. “This is the only painting of hers that she passed through the generations, why? the love of her life is the one who painted this”

“What’s his name?”

“Jaehyun, the eldest son of the farmer who works for Agatha’s family”

Year 1894

“What? Why?”

“Well isn’t it obvious? He’s noble, respectful, handsome and can cook. Agatha, He’s the right guy for you” her father explains, suddenly she loses her appetite to eat.

“But I love someone else..” she whispered.

“What?” the tone of her fathers voice suddenly changes, he hardly even heard her but he’s sure she said something that’s against his plan.“N-nothing, I’m full thank you for the food” she forced a smile and immediately went upstairs to her room.

Her father arranges a marriage for her with a man she has no idea who is, Agatha wanted to protest and tell him she loves someone else but she’s too scared.

It was midnight and everyone was peacefully sleeping, Agatha took this chance to sneak out and meet up with someone. She uses a match to light up the small lamp and took it with her. She immediately went to the garden where there’s a small house located, it took few knocks before someone opened the door. “Jae..” Agatha whispered and hugged him tightly.

“Darling what’s wrong?”

“It’s Father,he arranged a marriage for me with someone else, I don’t want it Jae. I want to be with you” she hugged him even tighter, Jaehyun sighed and stroked her hair.

He didn’t know what to do, the man your marrying must be rich and he can’t compete with him since he’s just a son of a farmer. You’re in a era where the rich are powerful.

Jaehyun closed his eyes took a deep breath, him and Agatha really love each other and there’s no other choice but to “let’s runaway, let’s find a house very far from here, build a family after a few years and live happy together.

——

“Absolutely not”

“Father please I’m begging you” Jaehyun’s father is utterly against the plan, he didn’t want to let go of his boy,still hesitating. “But it really looks like you two love each other, well then i will escort both of you on the way out..”

“Really? Thank you Father! I promise once we get there, i’ll write you a letter” Jaehyun hugged him, his Father patted his back while forcing a smile trying to hold back his tears. “I’ll visit you two on holidays”

Agatha was also weren’t quite happy about the running away plan, she has a lot of responsibilities at home but she also don’t want to be stuck with a man her family forced her to love.

all of them finally went out, but before the couple leaves Jaehyun’s Father hugged him again for the last time. It didn’t last long, Agatha’s Father came marching with a bunch of guards, his face filled with anger. “Traitors!”

“Father I-“

“Silence! And you rascals! I treated your family very well and this is how you will repay me?! Abducting my daughter?!” The way Agatha’s Father just casually calls Jaehyun and his father rascals angered her. She wanted to protest but the guards are holding her back.

“I’m vanishing you to this town and never to be seen ever again! If you dared to come back I will not hesitate to kill you!”

“No!” Agatha screamed, the guards took her back to her room and there she cried for hour and hours until she no longer feels anything. Completely numb and lonely. She stood up and searched for something, a painting of hers precisely.

While staring on the portrait, happy memories of her and Jaehyun started to flash in her head “Stay still! This may turn out badly if you keep moving!”

As expected, the next day, Jaehyun and his family is no longer around and has completely disappeared in town. And in that day, Agatha started to receive letters from him and she would always write back. But the letters stopped coming and Agatha eventually got married and had a family.

Back to Present time

“The end”

“Wow, that’s so sad.. did they get to see each other again nana?”You ask sounding like a little kid.

“Sadly, no, but the last letter that Agatha received from him says that Jaehyun will be searching for her in their next life” your grandma explains, you suddenly remembered the dreams you and jaehyun were talking about the other night. Maybe it does means something, it wasn’t you who Jaehyun saw it was Agatha!

And both of you are the Reincarnation of Agatha and Jaehyun in the past life!

It didn’t work in the past but the universe gave them/you another chance to try again.

“Argh!” You heard a piercing sound and your head started to hurt again, “Sweetie are you alright? Come let’s go back to your room so you can rest.” Your nana helps you on the way out.

After hearing Agatha’s story, you’ve been spacing out the whole weekend, you wanted to call Your bestfriend but maybe it’s the best to tell him everything in person.

You were packing your things in Your room when your grandma came knocking in. “Yes nana? Do you need something?”

“No, it’s just that.. I wanted to give you this” she handed you an old notebook it says ‘Diary’ on the front cover, “that’s Agatha’s Diary, something is telling me that I should give it to you because it might be a help” she explains. You nodded and hugged her.

“And you can keep it” she added.

You furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief “I don’t think— but since something is telling you to, then sure I’ll keep it”

It was already 4am but you couldn’t sleep, something is bugging the hell out of you. Maybe it’s the Diary? You look at your study table where Agatha’s Diary sits.

You turned on your lamp and read the first few pages, it was quite entertaining. The untold stories lies in her Diary. You read further and come to a small portrait of Jaehyun. He’s wearing the same attire you saw in your dreams. You flipped the pages again and a paper slipped out, you quickly picked it up and read what’s written in it.

‘I Promise to look for you in the next life’

“That’s it?” You said, quite disappointed and looking on the other side of the small parchment. But that’s all it says. You sighed and put it all back. Going back to your bed and forced your self to sleep since you still have school later.

“Hey Y/N!” Your bestfriend Jaehyun greeted you. But your too busy spacing out so he flicked your forehead “Ouch! What was that for?” You glared at him and rubbed your forehead.

“You’ve been spacing a lot lately Y/N is something wrong? What happened at your Nana’s?” He ask.

you didn’t know where to begin, Jaehyun has the right to know but what’s holding you back?

“Hi Jae!” A girl pops out of nowhere and pecked Jaehyun’s lips.

Your eyes widened, “who the hell is she?” You pointed at her. It confuses you more when he puts his arm around her shoulder. “My Girlfriend, Remember? We’ve been dating for 5 years now. Y/N did you hit your head on something?”

You’ve been pretty busy minding Agatha’s story and her Diary that you forgot Jaehyun in fact has a Girlfriend. You softly shook your head and look at the girl, “u-uh what’s your name again?”

Confused, she replies “Lily, Seung Liliy”

But Jaehyun is supposed to be with you right? what the hell did you do in the past years that made him fell in love with someone else?

“Anyways, my friend is throwing a party at her house if you’re free then we can come together?” Lily changes the topic.

“Sure, how about you? wanna come with us Y/N?” Jaehyun and Lily both looks at you waiting for your response.

“Yea yea sure, why not” you shrugged.

The music was very loud you barely even hear your own voice, so you decided to stay outside for a while. It was a bit chilly, quiet and you were lonely but it’s fine. It’s better if you’re alone.

“What are you doing here?”an unfamiliar voice spoke behind. You turned around and saw it was Johnny Suh.Your classmate.

“It’s loud inside... and, I can’t find my friends” you looked down avoiding eye contact, you felt a bit akward since this is the first time Johnny talks to you. He nodded, “same”

“Johnny?”

“Hm?”

“What would you do if your soulmate is in love with someone else?” You ask randomly, you weren’t that close to ask him about things like that. But he’s the only person who showed up and it seems like you can trust him. “Well if they’re really in love and happy with that someone then so be it, i don’t want to ruin the relationship. Not all soulmates end up with each other” he answered.

You nodded your head and looked down, “I was given a chance but it’s too late when I found out” Johnny has no idea what are you talking about so he just stayed silent. But after that, you changed the topic. The conversation last long until it’s time to go home, “see you at school” you smiled and waved goodbye at Johnny. He did the same.

Jaehyun droves you home and when both of you are finally in your doorstep you stopped and faced him, “Jae, Do you love Lily?”

“What made you ask that? Of course I love her”he replied.

“Like Love LOVE?” You ask him again.

“Yes I Love LOVE her truly, I could see my whole life with her without cringing”

“Ok then... see you tomorrow”before going inside your apartment, you smiled at him and after that you shut the door. You leaned back on the door and took a deep breath while running a hand thru your hair.

I’m sorry Agatha.

Year 2105

Lunch time, but it was too crowded in the cafeteria so Y/N decided to eat at the rooftop instead.

Her eyebrows furrowed when she saw a boy standing near the edge of the building, he was about to jump but luckily Y/N immediately pulled him down and he ended up falling on top of her.

“What the hell” the boy said and got up.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to say that, WHAT THE HELL What are you doing?!”

“Well isn’t obvious? I’m committing suicide!” The boy shouts back.

“Stop screaming! and if you really died the doctors gonna see you naked, do you really want that?”

They both paused and looked at each other, the boy scratched his head “well that changed my mind”

“Also, you dropped your diary” he pointed behind her.

Y/N picked it up and removes all the dirt in it, “it’s not mine, it looks really really old and I’m not the type of person who writes in a stupid Diary”

“And who still writes in a Diary? It’s 2105” she added.

“Just keep it, there’s no way you’d find the owner anyways”

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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can you please write this: agatha have a love/hate relationship with y/n, she put her through what she did to wanda (living difficult moments of her past) and during the scene where yn was with her ex gf she gets a bit jealous watching it and makes comments about it

I loved this ask! Thank you so much for it. I hope you like what i did with it, dear! ^ - ^

The universe between your hands (Agatha x Fem!reader)

You growled as Agatha’s voice came behind you. She had you trapped in her basement and used her magic to keep you from using yours. You were totally gonna kill her.

This has been your relationship with her since the very beginning. You two hated each other, always fighting and trying to be the best witch. That led to nights staying awake together, reading the spellbooks as fast as you could, fights in the forest that usually ended with one of you having to carry the other, just to avoid being scolded by the older witches, and flirting. So much flirting (at what, you had to admit, Agatha was better). It wasn’t anything serious, but the older witches didn’t want to hear the two of you arguing, so you ended covering your arguments with sarcasm and flirting. It was natural for you both at this point.

“Ready to talk, dear?” she asked, walking around you like a lion playing with her prey. You rolled your eyes.

“You haven’t even offered me a cup of tea” you answered. “You’re losing your touch with your guests, Aggie”.

She chuckled at the name and grabbed your face with her right hand while playing with your hair with the other. Her baby blue eyes locked with your e/c ones. You always found her eyes really beautiful.

“My guests usually don’t try to kill me, darling” she whispered “the best you deserve is coffee”

“two spoons of sugar, please” you growled and Agatha smirked.

She caressed your cheek before she let your face and hair and started walking behind you. You blushed when she wrapped an arm around your waist and pressed you against herself.

“Tell me what you learnt and I’ll let you go” she whispered in your ear “You’ll be free to play in the stars, love” she promised.

The stars. That was the reason you were here right now. You always knew you could be better, always knew there was so much more to learn. Just, not here on earth. You found a way to travel across the universe, and you learnt so much from the magic on other planets.

You were on Antares when you felt the chaos magic and it felt like a good time to visit your old home. The plan was simple: go to earth, learn chaos magic, go back to your studies on Antares. But travel across the universe took so much of your power and you always ended tired and almost knocked out when you did it. By the time you arrived at Westview, you could barely stand on your feet. That was the only reason Agatha was able to capture you. She wanted the power you got from the stars.

“I thought you were not interested in it, Aggie” you said and cursed yourself for feeling butterflies on your stomach when she giggled on your ear and used her free hand to play again with your hair.

“You know I’m interested in anything you do, Y/N” she said and you blushed.

That was true. She was always asking for you around the coven, wanting to know whatever you were doing, that was how she managed to be a step ahead of you sometimes.

That’s why she was the one having a trial and not you, a voice in your head said and you felt guilty. You had been the one planning to steal the books, to learn dark magic. It was your idea. You were the one who planned to break the rules. Agatha just did it first because you lost a fight against her and she read your mind.

“I’m a little busy, hon” she whispered in your ear, interrupting your thoughts “so, let me save both of our time”.

You gasped when she released you, allowing you to stand on your feet. Too bad your knees were too weak because of her proximity. You would have hit the floor if it wasn’t because of Agatha’s arm that was still around you.

“Careful, dear. I haven’t even taken you up stairs” she joked and you rolled your eyes, feeling your cheeks a little warm.

“fuck you” you mumbled as you stepped away from her. You just heard her chuckling. You weren’t sutpid, you knew she put some runes around the room to avoid your magic. Smart ass.

You felt her approach you from behind again, and suddenly, everything was black. You blinked before you noticed the new scene. You were in the forest. What the hell? Agatha stood beside you and you two watched your memory. It was that time when you sent a poor girl through a bunch of trees.

She was a younger witch that tried to make fun of Agatha. You remembered being angry at her, because it was your thing. No one else was allowed to talk like that about the brunette, just you. It was common knowledge in the coven. So, you just were defending that privilege, it wasn’t because of Agatha’s eyes being filled with tears.

Then, the real Agatha made a move with her hand and the memory changed. This time it was her who was defending you from hunters. You had made a mistake and the men from the village saw your magic before you could hide it. You ran but you were still young and you couldn’t control your magic like you do now. When they were too close to you, you felt a magic that wasn’t yours and suddenly a wind too strong took the men away from you. You would later learn to identify that magic as Agatha’s.

“You were pretty stupid back then” you heard Agatha whisper and you frowned before you turned to her.

“look who’s talking” you rolled your eyes. She only giggled and changed the memory again, to the one when she saved your ass from the older witches by saying you were with her all the time. You were actually outside the forest, which was not allowed to younger witches, but Agatha lied for you.

“How am I going to beat your ass myself if you’re expelled?” she had said when you asked her why she did it.

The memories kept changing for a while and you felt something strange inside your chest. Some of them were always present in your mind, but some were almost forgotten. What you noticed while watching them, was that you and Agatha acted like an old married couple most of the time. But no, you hated each other and that was the only truth you knew.

You didn’t say anything when Agatha skipped the memory of her trial. It was a silent pact you both made a long time ago. That night...never happened.

The memories changed to ones from a closer time. Both of you were older, you knew more about the world, your goals changed. You took different paths, but would find each other from time to time. Even then, your dynamic remained the same. It was almost comical, now that you had the chance to watch it from the outside. It seemed like you’ve always had complete faith in Agatha surviving, while she seemed to have (well founded) doubts about your ability to stay alive.

“Just take what you want, Aggie” you suddenly said when you recognised the memory that was playing now. Your reaction seemed to be interesting for her, because she giggled and hugged you from behind.

“Where’s the fun in that?” she whispered in your ear. She seemed to like doing that, you noticed.

However, you just wanted to stop the memory right there. “I’ll tell you what i learnt, we don’t need to keep watching this” you said, but she ignored you. She now definitely wanted to see this.

You tensed when another voice came from the memory.

“Y/N? Love, where are you?” a female said. It was your ex girlfriend. Agatha was still behind you, so you didn’t see her frowning.

“oh, there you are, silly. Are you ready?” your ex asked and you watched yourself nodding and taking her hand. She kissed you and you stared at her with love. It made you sick because you knew how this memory was going to end.

“You’ve been busy, Y/N” you heard Agatha saying, but there was something else in her tone. You just couldn’t put your finger on it.

You watched as your past self and your ex went on your date. Agatha’s arms pressed you more against her when the memory showed your ex doing the same while looking at pictures in the museum. It was the same position, but you couldn’t help but notice it felt better with Agatha.

“She took you to see the same boring paintings you’ve known for centuries? how original” Agatha said and there was that tone again. As if she wanted you to notice how bad of a match your ex was. Well, she didn’t need to do it, you knew now.

The older witch couldn’t help herself, but she felt...something. It was strange. She planned to watch your memories just to steal the knowledge you had from the stars (even when a little voice in her head said that she also wanted to see what was going on in your life. She didn’t see you in a long time, after all), but now that plan was quickly being forgotten.

She frowned when she heard someone else calling you “love”, watching this woman taking your hand, playing with your hair and kissing you lips, was too much for her. With the exception of the kissing part, those were the things she usually did with you. It was normal for her to play with your hair, to grab your hand and even hug you (for lord’s sake, she was holding you in her arms right now!), it was her thing, something she always thought that was special for you both, and watching someone else doing it, felt like an insult to her. As if that woman was stealing what was hers by right.

That annoyed her. So she did what she always does when something annoys her. She tried to get rid of it. These were your memories, so she couldn’t actually do anything to the woman, but her brilliant sarcasm should be enough.

“Really? a fancy restaurant? how cliché” she said, trying to get a reaction from you. But you seemed lost in your thoughts.

You watched the scene and the moment your past self walked on that restaurant, you wanted to stop yourself, you wanted to yell, to tell yourself to walk away from there. But what happened, happened, and there was nothing you could do about it. So you just kept hearing as Agatha kept making sarcastic comments about your ex.

When you watched your ex offering you a drink and your past self smiling lovingly at her, you felt Agatha’s hold tightening around your waist and unconsciously leaned against her. For someone who has spent the past 300 years trying to kill you, Agatha surely knew how to make you feel safe.

Agatha felt you leaning more into her embrace and some of her rage faded away. However, she decided to stop the memory when she saw the woman pulling out a small box from her jacket. No, she didn’t want to see that.

You blinked as you two went back to Agatha’s basement. What happened? She didn’t even get the memory she was looking for, the one about your new powers. Instead, she pressed her lips in your temple and remained quiet. Almost as if she wanted to stay this way for as long as she could, not that you were complaining.

You stared at her hands around your waist and took want of them in yours. You watched it carefully, noticing every vein, spot, freckle and wrinkle it had. You watched how your own fingers slowly intertwined with hers. It felt good. But you couldn’t remain silent. Not when your mind wanted an answer.

“Why did you stop?” you asked softly. Agatha didn’t answer right away, too lost on the feeling of your fingers.

“I don’t need to watch the proposal. Nor the wedding” she finally whispered in your hair and you frowned. There was that tone again, the same she kept in her comments all the time she watched your memory of your ex. This time, you knew what it was. Jealously.

The thought made you blush. In another time, it would have been enough for you to start a war and laugh at her. But something felt different this time.

It was strange. There was nothing that was different from your previous encounters. There was nothing different from the way you acted with each other, and still, it didn’t feel the same. This time, it felt more intimate, more dangerous. There was a line you didn’t know you were walking to, and now, it was time to decide whether to cross it or not.

“There was no wedding” you said and slowly turned around in her arms to look at her. She frowned, confused and you couldn’t help but notice how cute it was. You noticed the passage of time on her face. She seemed wiser, but also tired. Stronger but broken.

But she was as beautiful as always.

“She did propose” you continued, sighing “but it was a lie. She worked for HYDRA, and wanted my powers” you said, playing with a stray of her hair “so i killed her”

That made Agatha blink, and she stared at you for a moment before a small smile appeared on her face. “Really? The great and always right Y/N, murdered someone?” she joked and you chuckled. You were as naughty as her, and you both knew it, but there was a time when you would have preferred to let yourself be killed than to kill someone.

“I had to. I think that, if someone who isn’t you, kills me, we’ll both be very disappointed” you said and she giggled. Has her laugh always been this cute?

“Good to know that you still hold me in high esteem, love” she said and it was your turn to laugh.

You stared at each other’s eyes and you knew that the time was over. The line was right there and you had to cross it or walk away from it. The way she brought her face close to yours and the silent question in her eyes was all it took to happily jump the fucking line as you gently kissed her, wrapping your arms aroun her neck.

You came to earth thinking you’d be gone quickly. But suddenly, the stars were not as interesting as this universe between your hands.

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pedropascalonline · 4 years

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Love is fire

Maxwell Lord x Reader

Summary: Y/N is saving up to attend the university of her dreams,she is shocked to find out that her father got her a job as Maxwell Lord’s assistant. Y/N can’t stand him but soon enough they become infatuated with each other.

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N : Hello everyone. I’m an absolute simp for Max Lord. I hope y'all like this and want me to continue. Feedback is appreciated and remember to let me know if you want to be tagged.

“I’m sorry Wyndham but there’s nothing to do, I just don’t have an opening at the moment.”

“That’s okay, Mr.Lord I was just hoping that maybe there would be a place here for my y/n I have worked here for years and I was kind of envisioning the same thing for her.”

Wyndham had been Maxwell's personal driver since he was 40 and Maxwell only 20, now that he was 65 the time came for him to go home indefinitely at the end of his shift today.

“Mr.Lord, I have them on the phone for you.” said his redhead assistant Anna. Who was visibly uncomfortable in her high heels.

“Are you alright Anna?” asked Wyndham noticing her uncomfortable walk.

“Oh yes thank you, I just can’t wait for this one to finally come out, he’s making my feet swell like crazy,” said Anna as she looked down at her swollen belly.

Max rolled his eyes at interaction.

“Right Wyndham I need to take this call I’ve been waiting for it all week, I’ll see you later then. Remember it’s straight home tonight.”

“Of course Mr.Lord.”

Wyndham and Anna took their leave and left Max to do his job, which seemed like lately, it was only screaming at people.

You sighed as you wiped down the sticky counter top, you couldn’t believe that it was the fifth time a child had knocked over their drink on your shift. Every time you reminded yourself to never have children.

“Y/N when you’re done there can you please come to help me in the back ?”

“Yes, Charlie I’ll be there in a minute,” you answered.

Charlie was your boss but also your best friend. He’s the one that got you your waitressing job after you finished high school together.

His family owned the cafe where you worked. Your family didn’t have enough money to send you to the university of your dreams so you decided you’d make the money yourself. It was proving to be more difficult than you initially thought.

“What’s up?” you asked Charlie.

“Are we going out tonight or what? This week has been exhausting and I need a distraction.”

“You can say that again but unfortunately not tonight, it’s my dads last night of work and I want to be there when he gets home.” You said smiling sadly.

Charlie sensed your change in mood and hugged you.

“Hey, cheer up. It’s the 80’s anything can happen, just don’t give up yet.”

“My parents are old, and now my dad won’t be bringing back money anymore, my mum is getting tired of looking after kids all day and now I’ll have to start helping with bills. I don’t mind doing it but this just isn’t how I saw my plan going yah know?” tears were spilling down your face at this point and Charlie pulled you in tighter.

“Listen, you’ve got this. If there is anybody that can do this, it’s you. I’ve never seen you fail at anything and I won’t have you start now.”

“I love you so much,” you said as you held him closer.

“I love you too babe.”

“You ready Mr.Lord?” Asked the elderly man.

“Always,” replied Max as he got into the back seat of his limousine.

Wyndham got into the car and adjusted his mirrors for the last time. He put on his driving hat. His eyes meeting Max’s in the rearview mirror.

“Going home, Mr Lord”

Maxwell only nodded as the car took off. He’s heard those words for over 25 years and now it’s suddenly stopping. His new driver will be picking him up on Monday morning and he sighed at the thought of having to get to know someone all over again.

The city was alive with teenagers partying, adults dancing and kid’s at the movies. Sometimes he wondered...

The view of The Lord mansion came into view as the large iron gates opened. The doubted rooted in the middle of the drive-in looking especially beautiful with the recently added lights. The head housemaids idea. Agatha practically raised Max since his parents were always away for business.

Wyndham and Agatha were about the only people Max could stand. Well, and of course the exception of his assistant Anna and maybe just maybe his Gardner but he never really saw him all that much but he reminded him of one of the friends he has as a child. Heck, he didn’t even know his name. Alec maybe? Or Rodney?

Wyndham opened the door for Maxwell and swiftly closed it behind him again.

“Well Sir, it was a privilege working for you. I’ll never forget how good you were to me.” The old man’s eyes turned glasses as he took off his hat, handing it over to Max.

“Keep it please, it won’t be same in somebody else. Are you sure I can’t give you any kind of compensation?”

“No Sir please we’ve been over this, I’ve managed to put away a sum of money each month, I couldn’t take any more.”

“This doesn’t feel right Wyndham, is there anything I can do? Anything at all.”

“Well, perhaps there is one thing...”

“YOU GOT ME A JOB AS MAX LORD’S ASSISTANT?” you were fuming.

“Oh come on Y/N this could be your big break,” said your dad trying to cheer you up.

“My big break? Dad, I’m not working for that prick.”

“Hey you watch your mouth, that prick is who paid your school fees and fed you your whole life.”

“I know it’s just...I’ve never liked him, he’s so cold and have you seen him on tv? He’s so full of himself and he doesn’t know what to do with all that money and...”

“Didn’t you use to have a crush on him? You would see his commercials and go all read.” said your mother from across the room.

“MOTHER !!!”

“Listen, honey, just give it a chance. It’s good money and it will look great on any university application.”

“Your father is right Y/N just see how it goes, we would never force you to stay if it’s unpleasant.”

You never could say no to your parents and half of the time they were right.

“What if I take the job but work at the cafe at nights with Charlie?”

“You could do that but won’t that be exhausting?” questioned your mother.

“Being a personal assistant can be a lot of work especially for Mr.Lord.”

“Maybe your right, I’ll go down to the cafe tomorrow and talk to Charlie. How did you get me this job anyway?”

“Well, his current assistant is pregnant and is going on leave soon. When I dropped him off tonight I asked him.”

“And how did he react ?” you hated that you were curious.

“Well he wasn’t surprised but since it’s only temporary he agreed, he mentioned sometime about how he cannot wait to meet you.”

“There she goes all red again.” said your mother giggling.

“Stop bothering the child Lillian.” said your dad grinning at your mother. Enjoy your embarrassment equally as much.

“Okay fine I’ll do it but if he gets on my nerves I’m quitting.”

“What on earth are you wearing ?!” Charlie practically had a heart attack.

“What do you mean this is all I had? I wore it to a christening.”

You shyly pulled down the hem of your dress to get the dress to cover your knees.

“We’re you the one being christened?”

“Oh shut up.”

“Okay listen if you were leaving me to work for Max Lord then you can’t go in looking like that. They will eat you alive. It’s business not pancakes.” said Charlie as he desperately tried to put your hair up.

“What do you suggest?” You asked defeated.

“We'll start by curling your hair if you are going to wear it loose or at least pin it up. Your make up shouldn’t be all over your white-collar and it’s the 80’s your allowed to wear pants, get rid of that dress and maybe buy a pencil skirt.”

“With what money Charlie? I can’t just make a new wardrobe appear.”

“I’ll tell you what. I know this cute thrift place downtown, I’ll take you there and give you your last paycheck early. Sides you get a gift as a thank you for your service yah know.” said Charlie as he grinned at you.

If it wasn’t for Charlie you probably would be a lost cause.

“Okay fine, you and me after work okay. I need your advice if I’m gonna take over the business world.”

Both of you started laughing. Your laughter stopped however when you saw Max’s commercial on the TV that was in the kitchen of the cafe.

“Shoot I’m late, I gotta go. See you later.”

“There she goes.” Mumbled Charlie as he watched you run off.

“Being late isn’t exactly a good first impression Y/N.” said Anna as her eyes landed on you.

“I know I’m sorry I lost track of time. Has he asked about me yet ?”

“You’re in luck, he’s not in today. He’s away for business he’s out the whole week. That’s good because if he saw you in that outfit he’d probably send you home.”

“He’d send me home for wearing a short dress what a - “

“No don’t even go there, he’s not like that, he’d send you home because you have terrible taste in fashion,” said Anna as she gave you a stern look.

“This is not an easy job but I trust in you. I’ll show you the basics today and then at the end of the week you’ll be starting on your own.”

The idea was scary. Would you be able to cope all alone in a big office? The one upside though was that Max’s assistant had their own little office away from the other workers which mean nobody could stare at you the way they did when you came up.

At least you could go shopping with Charlie after work, you didn’t want to admit it but you wanted to make a good impression now that you knew you had a second chance. Maybe your parents were right. This could be good for you.

Monday morning came zooming than you would have hoped. Your thrifting with Charlie went well and at least now you had a decent enough outfit.

Why did you even want to make a good impression, don’t you loathe this man?

Maybe it was just to avoid the uncomfortable stares from your co-workers. Everyone here looked like they belonged somewhere like they had to succeed.

To be honest, you felt intimidated walking to your office, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, maybe you should just go home and -

“Ohf, I’m so sorry I didn’t look where I was going.” you apologized.

Your bright e/c eyes traveled up to meet the dark brown ones of the man you had just bumped into. It was him. Max Lord.

“That much is clear.” His words sounded forced, almost like he didn’t even want to waste his time talking to you.

“I...I -“

“Out with it girl.”

“I'm new I’m filling in for Anna.” you managed to string together a sentence while still locking eyes with his.

“Oh yes, I was told you’d be here. Uh, why are you standing about? You know where to go.”

“Yes of course.” You muttered.

“Also, why don’t you get me some hot coffee. I’ll be in my office. Knock before entering.”

And just like that, he walked off. People seemed to be in awe of him, you couldn’t blame them, so were you.

You hurried down to the cafeteria and got Max his coffee, luckily Anna had shown you how to make it. No sugar, no milk, no cream no nothing.

“Black, like his soul.” Anna’s words came back to you. She chuckled when seeing your fearful face.

“I’m only joking, he isn’t all that bad. Just don’t cross him and by no means be a smart mouth.”

You wondered what she had meant by that, why would anyone want to talk back to Max in the first place?

You timidly knocked on his office door and entered when you heard his authoritative voice permitting you.

“Here’s your coffee Mr.Max.”

He looked amused at you, not in a good way.

“Mr.Max? Honestly are you that nervous, it’s pathetic.”

“So just Max then ?” And there it was. It’s his fault he made you want to talk back.

It was your turn to look amused as he almost choked on his coffee.

“Cat got your tongue, Max?” For God’s sake why couldn’t you stop talking.

“You may call me Mr.Lord or Sir if the former is going to be a struggle for you.”

“I guess we’ll have to see.”

You turned on your heels and made for the door, ready to go stick your head in a hole.

“Were you this much trouble working at that pathetic little cafe ?” He spat back.

“Oh, much more Sir.”

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pogues-never-say-die · 4 years

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Rome

So I was listening to “Rome” by Dermot Kennedy and I thought, “Wow this would make a great OBX story”. And I was going to go to one of my favorite blogs and request it but I love this song so much that I was worried no one would be able to write exactly what I was envisioning - so I decided to write it myself. This is my first time writing something like this so please be nice, and let me know what you think.

Also please listen to the song while you read, it’s beautiful.

CHARACTERS: JJ Maybank x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, mentions of sex but no smut, curse words

LENGTH: 2k words

Remember that first laugh? All it changed once I had that

Like a hurricane, but I don't care where I land

JJ always said to you that that first night felt like Agatha had hit all over again, except now he didn’t have time to find shelter first...and he didn’t want to.

“Yo Kie, who’s the fresh meat?” JJ said after seeing you throw your head back laughing at something Pope said.

“You call my friend meat again I’m kicking your ass”.

JJ didn’t even hear her sassy response, he was too busy memorizing the curves of your face. Watching the way your jaw clenched as you tried to hold back another laugh, your beautiful eyes squinting with every contained chuckle.

“That’s y/n. I’ve only told you about her like 30 times. She’s the Touron I made friends with a few summers back. Her Kook parents finally decided to pack up and move here.”

“Of course she’s a Kook,” JJ said, hoping that holding your background against you would keep his heart from falling out of his chest.

“She’s probably more pogue than I am. Same with her parents. Some of the chillest people I’ve ever met. Her mom is an environmental lawyer, dad is a former pro surfer. I promise she’s chill,”. This time Kie’s words rang heavy in JJ’s brain. A surfer kid that looked like that? Had he actually found the gold way sooner than he thought?

So, dance carefree, I hope it's easier knowing me

Now, your soul is yours, but I'll help it move if I can

“Care to dance m'lady?” JJ said after finally catching you alone. You were the life of the party and JJ had been following you all night - waiting for the moment he could talk to you one on one. When you finally sat down on a log in the Boneyard, taking a drink and watching the sunset - he knew he had to take his shot.

“Oh hey, you’re Kie’s friends right?” You said, acting as nonchalant as possible, as if you also hadn’t been eyeing the tan, toned, beauty in front of you all night long.

“Baby, I can be whoever you want me to be,” JJ shot back, regretting the cheesy line the second it left his mouth.

“Can you be a better dancer than you are at pickup lines?”

At that moment JJ lost all the breath in his body. He didn’t think someone that looked that sweet could be capable of such sass, but he didn’t think he could have liked you more.

And as you took his hand to pull you up, wrapped your arms around his neck and then swayed alone in the sand, he knew he was wrong on that account too.

Do you remember when

Midnight drives when you'd sing

I'd play you songs you were in?

I just want to be there again

Do you remember when

With Rome below us that day

You said, "I wish we could stay"?

I just want to be there again

After that first dance you talked for hours, sitting on the beach, just the two of you. At one point JJ slipped off his hoodie and gave it to you, with the fire long burnt out he didn’t want you to get cold. And as the sun rose, signaling a new day, he took the biggest risk of his life. Slipping one hand around the back of your neck, he pulled you in for what he hoped might be his last first kiss.

From that moment on, you were his.

Days were spent hanging with the other Pogues, letting them roast you guys for being so “lovey dovey”. John B would gag everytime JJ planted a kiss on your forehead and Pope would make sure to say “Baby” in a mocking tone every time JJ used his favorite pet name for you. But he didn’t care what his friends thought, you were his baby, and he was happy.

Nights were spent exploring each other's bodies. JJ obviously was not a virgin when you met, but you were. He made sure your first time was slow and patient - whispering how much he loved you every time a tear slipped from your eye. You didn’t orgasm that first night, but you couldn’t have asked for a better first time. And it didn’t matter anyway, JJ made sure you came every single time after that.

And after you were done leaving a hickey on every visible section of JJ’s neck and scratches down his back - you weren’t typically the jealous type, but you wanted to make sure all of the Tourons who stared your beautiful boy down every time he took his shirt off knew who he belonged to - you guys would just drive.

You’d climb into the passenger seat of the van, JJ would turn up the radio, and with the windows down you’d explore the OBX in the middle of the night - where there were no cops or parents or Kooks to bother you guys.

You never drove with any kind of road map or plan, except for one thing, you’d always end up at the overlook above town.

“You know, if you squint your eyes real tight - this could look like a beautiful European city”, you said as you were curled up against his chest on the hood of John B’s van.

“Oh really?” JJ chuckled. “And where in Europe would you like to be tonight?”

“Rome,” you answered quickly. “I’m in Rome.”

“Well if you’re in Rome baby, then so am I.”

So, what's the past for? I'll need it if love don't last long

You can run around infinite in my head

Oh, you can't see, oh, I'd stay if you asked me

Now you know I care, but it's hard to tell when you're scared

“Are you okay?” You asked, kissing the tiny bruise above his right eye. You weren’t an idiot, you knew that his home life was rough. That’s why you spent almost every night together at the Chateau or climbing through your bedroom window - his house was never an option.

“Yeah baby, I’m just fine, what are we watching tonight? More RuPaul?” He said picking up the remote for the TV in your bedroom, hoping your favorite show would shut you up and change the subject.

JJ knew at one point he’d have to fully let you in. But for the first time in his life he was terrified. He was terrified if he got too real about what life was like, what he went through at home, what he went through in his brain - you would never look at him the same.

But even knowing you cared enough to kiss his bruises and check on him was enough to make his heart soar. So he’d pull you closer to his chest, wrap his arms tight around you, and fall asleep to the sound of you breathing.

But last night

It hurt me to hear you say it felt broken

And even though I tried

All these memories run my mind in slow motion

“What the fuck do you want from me y/n?” JJ didn’t know why he was shouting at you, he never talked to you like this. He knew better. But his dad had gotten into his brain and all common sense had gone out the window.

“Number one, I want you to stop cursing at me right now, you know I don’t like that. Number two, I want you to talk to me!” You shouted back, deciding you didn’t care anymore if everyone else inside the Chateau heard you.

“Fine, you want to talk? Let’s talk about how I want you to fucking leave me the fuck alone, let’s talk about that”.

You’d never seen your sweet boy like this. You’ve seen JJ mad - mad when Rafe started things with him or when Topper hit on you. But this wasn’t like that, this was different. It was dark, and twisted. Your instinct was to turn and run.

“Is this it? Are you too broken to let me in?” You whispered, tears streaming down your face.

I don't ever wanna leave when you cry

I know I give you reasons to hide

I need you to stay by my side

“What do you mean ‘is this it’? What the hell does that mean” JJ’s voice was still full of rage but now it was covering up the deep fear he had, the fear that he had finally pushed you to the brink.

“It means, is this the end of us? Because I care about you too much to let you keep secrets from me, but I also respect myself too much to be treated like shit,” JJ knew he messed up the second that swear word came out of your mouth. You never cursed, unless you were incredibly mad or you were in bed and he was making you feel incredibly good. And you definitely weren’t in bed right now.

“I know I do this baby, I know I push you away. But I need you to trust me. I have a lot of stuff going on with my dad. He’s not that great to me sweetheart. And I promise, I promise if you give me a chance I will tell you. I’m just not in the right space to talk about it right now. But I need you here, with me.” He said, finally calming down.

His calm voice didn’t stop the tears from flowing down your face.

“I’m going to go home, I just want to be alone,” you said, turning away to start walking home.

“Will you let me drive you home please? Please” He knew he sounded pathetic begging, but he was hoping just 15 minutes in the car with you, he’d be able to turn this night around. JJ couldn’t afford to lose you.

First shootin' star that you ever saw

We were right on our feet though, right?

Opening the car door for light

I really thought I'd lose you that time

“I’m sorry” JJ said as he parked the van in your driveway.

“Are you? Because it doesn’t feel like it”.

At that JJ opened his door, turning the lights on in the van. They were bright in your eyes, but you never lifted your head from its resting place on the window. You were terrified if you looked at him directly, he’d use that moment to tell you it was over.

“Baby look at me,” JJ lightly grabbed your chin with his strong, calloused hand. No matter how mad you were at him, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, still keeping your eyes closed.

“I am, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I swore at you. I’m sorry I made you cry. I promised I would never do that. I will never be able to tell you how sorry I am. Just please, please, don’t give up on me.”

That made your eyes shoot open.

“I will never, ever, give up on you,” you said, putting your hand on top of his that had now moved it’s way up to cup your face. “You keep trying to get me to run, but I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. As long as you want me, I’m right here”.

JJ smiled at that, leaning forward to put a kiss on your lips. Both of you not caring that you were covered in tears, sweat and the dirt from the day. You couldn’t imagine what you looked like to outsiders, two dirty teenagers tenderly kissing under the dimmed light of this beat up van.

But that’s the thing about you and JJ, you never really cared what people thought anyway.

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l'amor che move (il sole e l'altre stelle) - chapter 1

AO3

2016

SIMON

Salò is the place to be.

I know that it’s not the first Italian city many people think of. Many people care about Milano, Venizia, Napoli, Roma or Pisa, but Salò is the best city in the country in my humble opinion. I know that it’s not much, since I’m eighteen, almost nineteen, and I’ve barely left the area, but that’s how I feel as I walk along the pier with my ice cream in hand.

It’s summer, which means that it’s tourist season. I’ve never minded the tourists and I can understand the appeal of the Lago di Garda. I have a summer job as a tour guide. After all, English is my first language.

I was born in Wales, but I can’t remember any of it. My mum and I moved to Italy when I was a baby. My mum is English, so we speak English at home, but of course we’re fluent in Italian. As I look around the city, I can see it happening. I will be a tour guide and I will have a reason to stay here for the rest of my life.

It definitely beats going to university.

I am still walking along the pier and I’m happy with how content I am with my decision to not go to university. I’m glad to be here in Salò. My classmates are busy with getting ready for university, but I’m enjoying my summer. My mum fully supports me and again, maybe I can become a tour guide even after the summer. People will always love Lago di Garda, right? Or maybe I can find a job elsewhere. I’m strong and good with my hands. I’ve always fixed everything in the house. I’m great at swinging large hammers.

But it’s June. My birthday is soon and the whole summer is still ahead of me. I can focus on amusing semi-interested tourists. I can give directions like a boss. I can spot tourists easily. They always walk around with their maps and camera’s and weird hats to protect them from the sun.

One guy in particular is wearing a huge sunhat. I stop to look at him. I know it’s rude, but there’s something about this guy. He’s looking around.

He looks in my direction and our eyes meet.

Suddenly, I feel… something. I don’t know what this is, but there’s something that I recognise and also can’t place at all. It feels like home.

BAZ

The heat is fucking unbearable. I’m English, let me complain about this heat. (Which I have. A lot. Agatha’s phone’s been blowing up with my rants.)

I knew I was signing up for this when I decided to move to Italy to “learn the language and discover my roots” or whatever bullshit I fed my father, but when you’re used to a 25 degrees summer, 37 degrees is unimaginable. It’s incredibly hot, even for Italian summers.

Luckily, Italy is more used to hot temperatures than England, and the long, narrow streets in Salò give me enough shade. The amazing gelato definitely helps.

When I announced to my family that I was going to move to Italy, my parents immediately assumed that I’d go to a big city like Milan. Which, fair, look at my impeccable dress sense, but I knew that I wanted to go somewhere relatively small. I’ve only been here for three days, but I already feel more at home than I expected.

Now that I’m surrounded by tourists, I realise I could’ve gone somewhere even smaller, but when I walk around, it feels right to be here. The city is gorgeous and the water of Lake Garda is beautiful. Unfortunately for me, the pier isn’t as well-protected from the sun.

I’ve come prepared. On my first day here, I realised that my complexion does not like the Italian sun, so I bought a ridiculously big sunhat. Truly, the size of this hat is ridiculous and the shop owner was very hesitant when I tried to pay. The joke’s on her. I can pull it off.

I honestly should’ve thought it through: a vampire in Italy. Merlin, what was I thinking? The sun is scorching and the amount of crosses in this country is absurd. Luckily, I can handle the garlic. I don’t know who decided to spread the idea about vampires not liking garlic. (I don’t know anything about vampires myself, to be honest.)

I know what I was thinking: I wasn’t. I was so desperate to get out of England, so when my father suggested Italy, I agreed immediately without thinking this through. I guess I can blame my father for this. This is what happens when you try to ignore that your eldest son is a vampire, father.

Still, his argument about my mother convinced me. My mother’s roots lie in Italy, so coming here to feel closer to her wasn’t complete bullshit. Sure, it’s not Sicily, but it’s closer than England. Okay, I have a lot to complain about, but Italy feels right. I can’t really explain it. I decide to walk towards the pier so that I can take in the view once again.

I hit some poor tourists with my hat on the way to the pier. I want to be annoyed at them, but I should’ve seen this coming when I decided to buy an 80 centimetres wide sunhat.

(“What is the largest hat that I can buy?” I had said desperately.) (80 centimetres, apparently, and the shop owner sounded very nervous when she told me that.) (Still, I fucking rock this hat.)

That’s when I feel it.

Magic.

A fuck lot of it.

It’s almost unbearable and the closer I get to the pier, the worse it gets. This amount of magic is making me want to cry. I thought I had left it behind. The World of Mages wasn’t going to affect me any longer.

Now, I obviously know that there are mages all around the world, Italy included, but this amount of power must mean that there’s at least a big community in Salò. I arrive at the pier and I look around, trying to find a group of people.

Then I see one guy.

Just one guy.

He has gorgeous blonde curls that shine in the sunlight, he’s wearing cheap looking sunglasses, and he is holding an ice cream cone. This one guy is leaking magic.

And now he’s walking towards me.

SIMON

The large hat is very distracting, but when I see that guy’s face, there’s another weird feeling.

“Mi scusi, posso farle una domanda?” I ask him. I don’t know what exactly compels me to talk to this stranger, but these strange feelings don’t go away.

The guy looks at me in a weird way. It’s almost as if he can’t believe that he’s seeing me.

“Oh, uh, me… io non parlo italiano.”

“Ah, do you speak English?” I ask.

“Yes. I’m from England.”

I should’ve known that this guy’s a tourist. The hat is… noticeable. Although sometimes people think that I am a tourist. The people in Salò know me, but if I go to another city with my mum, people assume we’re tourists from England. I’ve had people talk shit about me in Italian. It’s always priceless when they realise I can understand them perfectly.

I study the guy’s face. He seems to be overwhelmed by something. It’s probably the heat. It’s even killing me and I’ve lived here most of my life.

“Ah, so you’re definitely not from around here?” I say.

“Is it that noticeable?”

“The hat sure is a statement.”

“I burn easily in the sun.”

I can understand that. I’ve applied layers of sunscreen for a reason. Sunburns are the absolute worst.

“Well, welcome to the beautiful city of Salò. Is it your first time at Lago di Garda?” I asks. I notice that I’ve shifted into tour guide mode. I regret talking to him. I’m bad at small talk and I know it. He might be here for some peace and quiet.

But I feel like I need to talk to him.

“Yes. It’s nice here.”

He still is a bit standoffish.

Oh, what if he thinks I’m trying to sell him a tour? Maybe I should’ve approached this differently, but it’s as if something within me pushes me towards him. Which is ridiculous. I know.

“Well,” it’s time for me to leave this poor guy alone, “It was nice to meet-”

“I’m sorry, I hope I’m not sounding rude,” the guy interrupts me, “but what are you?”

I blink a couple of times in confusion. That’s a strange thing to ask a complete stranger. What am I? What am I?

“I… am a tour guide,” I say.

This time, he’s the one looking confused. Maybe we’re both terrible at small talk. We match.

He keeps staring at me for a long time and it’s incredibly uncomfortable. This was a mistake. I start to apologise, but he cuts me off again.

“Well, I’m in Italy to learn the language.”

“And you chose Salò?” I asks in amazement. I love that he didn’t pick a big city like Roma, which is filled with places to learn Italian. Instead he’s here.

He shrugs. “I like the lake.” Then he holds out his hand. “My name’s Baz and I am a disaster. That’s what I am.”

I shake his hand and that weird first feeling increases. It’s almost as if a shock ripples through my body, which is also ridiculous. The heat is getting me. I also should buy a ridiculous hat.

“Simon. And I am definitely a tour guide.”

BAZ

The sheer amount of his magical power is destroying me. It’s killing me. I shake his hand and I feel like dying. I can feel his magic, but something’s off.

This guy, Simon, doesn’t seem to feel my magic. If he had, then he would’ve answered my question more accurately. A tour guide? No, I’m wondering what kind of mage you are!

His English accent is perfect, so it can’t be a language misunderstanding. I wonder where he’s learnt English like that. Italians aren’t known for their English skills, which is why it’s a necessity for me to learn Italian as much as possible.

I wonder if he feels my magic. I am nowhere as powerful as him, assuming that he’s a mage, but I still inherited a lot of magic from the Pitch side. My mother was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone at Watford told me that ‘Pitch magic’ is faintly felt by others.

But Simon either doesn’t notice or he just doesn’t tell.

“So. You can tell me all about this city?” I ask. I don’t want him to go.

He nods eagerly. “Salò is the place to be!”

He is so enthusiastic, it’s endearing. He rubs his neck in embarrassment, since he was pretty loud, but it only makes me laugh.

“I mean, it’s cool. Or, well, not cold cool, since it’s fucking hot outside, but it’s a cool city. I also know more about the entire Lake Garda area, but Salò is definitely my main spot.”

“Well then, Mr. Tour Guide, tell me all about this place.”

Simon tells me stuff that I already know. Of course I looked up Salò before moving here, but I let Simon talk about how this town used to be the capital of Mussolini’s Repubblica Sociale Italiana, and how Salò has historic relations with other places in the area, and how the Lake became popular. He’s so incredibly happy to tell me all of this. He adds a more personal flare to the story. It’s not a dry history lesson about the three communes of Lake Garda.

I bet he usually doesn’t include the story of how he went missing as a three-year-old in Lazise, which is located in the Veneto commune. Or how he tried to jokingly convince someone that San Felice del Benaco, another place in the Lombardy commune, is home of the San Bernadetto brand, even though that’s named completely differently. Or about a time he and his mum rented a boat and just went nuts on the lake. Or about that time he almost dove in the lake for €10, which is a lot of money when you’re a kid.

During all those stories, magic never gets mentioned. It’s all so Normal. After being around him for a while, the magic sort of sets in. That’s what magic does. You get familiar with it. It still makes me want to cry, but it no longer makes me want to die, which is a win.

Simon’s talking for ages, and I do not mind at all. My stomach does.

“Oh…” Simon stops when he hears my stomach rumble. Now it’s my turn to be embarrassed. I haven’t had lunch and I definitely need to find some more rats. Hunting’s quite difficult in a place where all the buildings are mashed together, but the parking lot has to do. Really, what am I, a vampire, doing in Italy?

“Let me buy you something to eat,” Simon says, “It’s the least I could do after wasting your time.”

He didn’t waste my time. I feel like my time would never be wasted with him.

“How about this? I buy my own lunch, but you join me?” I dare to say. I really don’t want him to go. I’m still intrigued about his magic, but now I want him to stay since he’s a joy to talk to. (I don’t experience a lot joy in my life, so I need to savour this moment.) “Maybe you can teach me how to order in Italian.”

After all, when I did it on my own, I was an absolute disaster. On my first night, I asked for the sconto instead of the conto. The waiter had a laugh.

Simon smiles.

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