#agatha harkness x wanda maximoff

[gingiesworld]

Control

Agatha Harkness x GN! Reader/Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff. Dark theme. violence. Manipulation.

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff @bimad (if you want to be added to my taglist, please DM me or comment)

Word Count: 3.1k

18+ MINORS DNI

“So you’re coming straight home?” Wanda asked over the phone as Y/N locked up the cafè.

“I am.” They answered her. “I’m just leaving now Wan and I’ll be home in 30.”

“Please be safe.” Wanda told them. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” Y/N replied as they turned around and started to walk through the dark and empty streets of Westview. Westview had always been a quiet and safe place, never really anything bad happening, well that was what everyone thought before the two married Avengers moved there, just wanting a quiet and simple life.

As Y/N turned around every corner, they continued to look over their shoulder, especially having the feeling they were being watched, a feeling they have had for the past few weeks. Every time they looked over their shoulder, all they saw was the stillness of the town, not noticing the shadow lurking around the corner, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

Of course, that was the moment Y/N had started to feel unsteady, dizzy and light headed. Before they could take another step, they collapsed to the ground unconscious. Not noticing a smirking woman who has been obsessed with them approach.

Wanda paced the living room, the twins already in bed asleep as she watched through the window, hoping to see Y/N walk up the drive. But with each minute that passed, they were becoming later and later. Wanda tried their phone again, only getting their voicemail instead.

“Hello?” She heard Nat’s groggy voice answer.

“Y/N’s not home.” Wanda told her frantically.

“Wanda, I’m sure they’re just running late.” Nat tried to reassure her.

“No.” Wanda almost yelled. “They are never late, not once. You know this.”

“Ahh yes. One of their most annoying qualities.” Nat sat up as she rubbed her eyes. “I’ll be around in an hour and I’ll look for them ok.”

“Thank you Nat.” Wanda sighed gratefully.

“Just try and get some sleep Wanda.” Nat told her. “I’ll let you know when I find them.” With that she hung up.

“Who was that?” Maria mumbled as she tried to get Nat to lay back down.

“Wanda.” She told her. “Y/N is over an hour late and she is worried sick.”

“They might have just stopped off at the bar for a drink.” Maria suggested as Nat finished getting dressed.

“Yeah, but I’m still going to find them and drag their ass home.” Nat told her.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Maria questioned.

“No, you have that mission tomorrow.” Nat told her as she leaned over her. “You should get yourself some rest.”

Y/N woke up in a daze, feeling extremely hungover before looking over to the woman beside them. A smile on their face before they planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Where are you going?” Agatha questioned as Y/N gave her a tender smile.

“I am going to make a start on breakfast.” They told her before they got out from under the covers. “Pancakes or Waffles?” They asked her with a mischievous grin.

“Is that even a question?” She asked as she got out of bed herself. “You are not cooking either again after you almost set my kitchen on fire.” She slapped their ass as she walked past them. “So, I will do the cooking while you can sit pretty and watch.”

“Yes ma’am.” They saluted her with a childish smile, making her shake her head as a chuckle escaped her lips, soon following behind her towards the kitchen. “You know, I love perfect mornings like this.” They said as they put on a fresh pot of coffee.

“Me too.” Agatha smiled as she mixed the ingredients, enjoying the little pocket reality she had created in their minds.

Wanda made sure that the twins were ready and on the school bus before Nat had arrived.

“Anything?” She questioned as Nat shook her head.

“I’ve asked Tony for help in tracking them, their cell, their smartwatch but they have a cryptic code on it so it’s proving difficult.” She informed her.

“Yeah, Y/N created that code.” Wanda told her with an apologetic look. “They wanted to make sure that none of us would be tracked, especially since the twins were born.”

“Do they know?” Nat questioned as Wanda shook her head.

“They think Y/N is at work.” She spoke sadly. “But how do I tell them that their parent is missing?”

“You need to tell them Wanda, they’re smart kids and they will figure it out eventually.” Nat told her.

“I know.” She sighed as she rubbed her brow, soon broken from her thoughts when there was a frantic knock on the door.

“Where is Y/N’s computer?” Tony asked the moment she opened the door.

“In their office.” She told him, confused as she watched him move past her, both Nat and Wanda right behind him. “What are you doing?”

“That code that Y/N had written is difficult for me to break so I can’t track them.” Tony told her as he set up his own equipment. “For me to at least be able to track them, I need to know more about it.”

“Ok.” Wanda nodded as they watched him get to work.

Y/N stood just on the porch, enjoying a cup of coffee as they watched the kids from the neighborhood running around, laughing and playing together in the morning sun.

“There you are.” Agatha spoke cheerfully as she leaned on the doorframe. “I was wondering where you had run off to.”

“Do you ever think of having kids?” They asked her, making her laugh as she moved to stand beside them.

“Why?” She questioned as they sighed, looking back out at the street.

“I have always wanted to be a parent.” They told her. “I was always alone when I was a kid, my parents were never there and I didn’t have any siblings, none that mattered anyways.”

“I think so.” She answered them. “I had never really given much thought to it before but I guess we can try.”

“Really?” They questioned. “Are you sure that is something you want?”

“”I don’t want to pressure you into anything Wanda.” They reassured her. “I just, I have always wanted kids and we have never really spoken about it.”

“Y/N.” Wanda tried as Y/N carried on rambling.

“I know we should have spoken about this before we even thought of marriage but.” They took her hand in theirs. “I just want to build a family with you, build a whole new life with you, away from being an Avenger. We can always open that cafè you always wanted, buy a house in the suburbs with the swingset and porch.”

“Y/N.” She spoke louder as she cupped their face. “I would love to build a family with you, especially after we deal with this Thanos problem and the universe malarky.”

“Really?” They beamed as she nodded.

“Really.” She told them. “I want to build our family, but I want to do it in a safe world where we can live our lives without looking over our shoulders.”

“I really do love you.” They leaned in and kissed her lips, making her smile before they broke apart.

“I love you more.” She returned before kissing them once more.

“Y/N?” Agatha spoke concerned, her hand on their back as they held their head. “Talk to me?”

“I uh, I don’t know what that was.” They told her as they squeezed their eyes shut. “It felt so real, like it was my memory.” They turned to look at her. “I just, I don’t know who that woman was.”

“What did she look like?” She questioned, curiosity getting the better of her as they started to describe Wanda. Her heartbeat racing at the possibility of Y/N remembering their old life, the possibility that she will lose her obsession.

“I guess she meant something to me in that dream or whatever that was.” They told her. “I just, I need to lay down.” They kissed her head before heading back inside, missing the purple flash in Agatha’s eyes as she looked out into the sky.

“Ok, so now I have about a million firewalls to break down before I get to that code they created.” Tony mumbled.

“How long will it take?” Wanda asked as Tony sighed

“I don’t know.” He groaned. “I just never knew they knew their way around a computer or codes, let alone be able to make one.”

“Well, they did go to MIT.” Nat informed him.

“What?” He questioned. “I just thought they were some dense metal head.”

“No.” She told him. “Before you joined SHIELD, they were the one who helped me with a lot of my missions.”

“Just please find them.” Wanda told him before she left the room, heading straight to their bedroom.

“We will find them Wands.” Nat told her as she stood in the doorway. “Tony will crack the code and we will bring them home.”

“I just.” Wanda took a deep breath. “I can’t lose them.”

“And you won’t.” Nat told her confidently. “Also, Pepper is going to take the twins for a while, at least until this has all blown over.” Wanda could only nod before she turned to look at the glasses on their night stand.

“Have you ever felt like something is too good to be true?” Y/N questioned as they sat beside Agatha on the sofa.

“Why?” She questioned as they shrugged.

“I don’t know, it’s just this feeling I’ve got and it’s unnerving.” They told her, watching as she set her book aside and took their hand in hers.

“This is very much real Y/N.” She told them.

“But the memories, they feel like memories.” They spoke unsurely.

“You’ve had more?” She questioned as she sat up straight, her hand going to the back of their neck.

“Yeah, and it’s all with the same woman.” They told her. “I think her name is Wanda, that is what I heard in one of them.”

“I’m sure your mind is just playing tricks on you dear.” She cooed as she mumbled incoherently into their ear, their eyes flashing a brief purple before they leaned down to cuddle into her. “Go to sleep dear.” She smirked as she ran her hands through their hair.

“O’pa! Look what I did!!” Billy beamed as he rushed into Y/N’s office holding a piece of paper.

“What is it?” They asked with a smile on their face, taking the paper from his hand.

“I drew us.” He beamed as he stood beside Y/N. “Look, there’s you, mom, Tommy and me.”

“This is amazing.” They beamed as they reached in their draw for a pin, moving from their desk to pin it up on the wall. “I love it almost as much as I love you.” They ruffled his hair before pulling him in for a hug.

“I love you too O’pa.” He snuggled into them as they kissed his head, soon moving when they heard Wanda yelling.

“I guess your brother is winding your mom up.” They chuckled as Billy nodded. “Let’s go and help her, yeah?” Billy nodded before leading them out of their office.

Y/N woke up with a start, alone on the sofa, looking around and not recognising where they were.

“Billy?” They mumbled as they moved as fast as they could. “Tommy?” They headed towards the door, just as they reached the handle they were frozen in place.

“I didn’t realise you would be this strong against my magic.” Agatha groaned as she pulled them towards her. “But I guess I may have to resort to other methods to make you forget about your pesky life.”

“What did you do to my wife and sons?” They asked her as she shook her head.

“They’re perfectly fine.” She told them. “I only wanted you, and I always get what I want.”

“You’re going to pay for this.” They seethed, making her laugh maniacally.

“What makes you think anyone is looking for you?” She sneered. “I know who you are, I know who your wife is and I know about the twins' powers.”

“Don’t you even think of hurting them.” They yelled, only to be thrown across the room.

“You know, I thought we could have a nice little life together, you and I.” She used her magic again to lift them off the ground. “But I guess I will have to take away your family, I know there will be people interested in having two 10 year old boys with powers.”

“I will kill you.” They seethed as they struggled against her.

“That’s funny.” She laughed as she approached them. “It’s funny that you think you even have a chance against me. You’re weak. You have no powers, whereas your wife on the other hand, has a power that I wish to possess, and I will drain it from her as you watch.” With that she threw them down the stairs towards the basement, knocking them out.

“Do you have anything?” Nat questioned as she stood behind Tony. “It’s been days and Wanda is, well you know.”

“I am close to breaking the code and getting a location.” He informed her.

“Do we have any idea what or who we are dealing with?” Maria asked as she entered the room.

“No.” Nat informed her. “It could be another terrorist group or someone who has some sort of vendetta against Y/N or Wanda.”

“Well, I have everything we might need.” Maria told her as she unloaded the bag. “We also have these new taser-like weapons. If the suspect is enhanced, it will mute their powers long enough to put the handcuffs on them.”

“Good.” Tony clapped his hands. “Grab what we need because we are going to Eastview.”

“Eastview?” Wanda questioned.

“Yup.” He told them. “That’s where they are.” He pointed at the screen. “We should head out now.” With that they all went to Nat’s car, speeding towards Y/N’s location.

“We’re going to get them back Wanda.” Maria reassured her as Wanda only nodded as she looked out of the window.

“You know, you are indeed quite heavy.” Agatha teased as she walked around the chair she had tied Y/N to. “And I can see that you do indeed work out.” Y/N remained silent, looking ahead and avoiding her eyes. “This would all be easier if you just give in to me.”

“Why would I want to trade my life?” They questioned her. “I have the most amazing wife and sons. I am happy with my life.”

“Don’t you miss the excitement of being an Avenger?” She questioned them.

“No.” They answered her honestly. “Building a family and watching it grow is more exciting than anything.”

“You run a cafè for crying out loud.” Agatha laughed. “You live the life of a sappy rom com.”

“No.” They told her. “I am living the life of someone who is in love with their wife, someone who’s greatest achievement is watching my sons grow into amazing young men.”

Before she could answer, they heard a crash from upstairs, then multiple footsteps approaching.

“Looks like the cavalry’s here.” She remarked as she remained with her eyes on the stairs, watching as the four walked in the basement.

“Y/N?” They heard Wanda’s voice. “Who are you?” Wanda questioned as her eyes found Agatha.

“Well, hello dear.” Agatha sneered, her eyes watching as Wanda tried her hardest to use her powers but came up short. “Your magic isn’t welcome here, these runes prevent you or any other trespassing witch from using their powers.” With that she used her powers to immobilize the four.

“What do you want with Y/N?” Wanda questioned.

“Well, I never really wanted them.” Agatha pondered. “They were more of bait to get to what I really want.” She stood just in front of Wanda. “I wanted them to watch as I drain your magic, watch as you wither and die but now, I want you to watch as I kill them.”

“Don’t you dare!” Wanda screamed as she struggled against Agatha’s powers. None of them knew that the four had back-up right behind them.

“Oh, but I do, dear.” She smirked as she moved to behind Y/N, her hands resting on their shoulders as she taunted Wanda. “Don’t worry, I’ll take my time so you will get to say your goodbyes.”

“No.” Wanda tried again and again, tears forming in her eyes as she watched Agatha pick up a knife.

“You know, usually I don’t like to get my hands dirty.” She taunted, teasing with the blade on their skin at the base of their neck. “But just this once, I’ll make an exception.”

Before she could move the blade around, she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, before she felt her power diminish vastly. Fear etched onto her face as she watched the four fall free from her grasp.

“What did you do?” She yelled at them, soon seeing Captain America himself stood before her, holding a gun.

“You messed with my family.” He told her as he approached her. “So now you must suffer the consequences.” He put on the cuffs, making sure that she couldn’t use her powers. “There is a cushy cell on the Raft with your name on it.” As he pushed her up the stairs, Wanda was fast to run to Y/N, helping untie them before cupping their face.

“Are you ok?” She asked them.

“How did you?” They questioned as they looked between the four.

“That code of yours was a bitch to break.” Tony told them. “But you will have to show me how you came up with it, so we can update everyone’s security.”

“Yeah.” Y/N nodded as they got to their feet unsteadily.

“Let’s get you home.” Wanda told them as she wrapped her arms around them.

“The twins?” They asked as she smiled.

“They’re safe.” She told them, kissing them softly.

“Thank you.” They told her. “For saving me.”

“Well, it is about time you’re not saving me.” Wanda chuckled with them, the two finally feeling at ease with being back in each other's arms, safe and right where they belong.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x y/n #natasha romanoff #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff

[batllethinker]

maybe g!p agatha + breeding kink for your kinktober...? lol idk

All over her | a.hk + w.mf

Warnings: breeding, Agatha has a penis, dubcon, magic restraints, dom wanda, sub agatha, mommy Wanda | 18+ minors do not interact

A/N: this is really late and really early at the same time :} and really short

It was a fluke, really, Agathas' plan had been way more elaborate. She would slowly manipulate Wanda until she was on her metaphorical knees for her, she would have the scarlet witch just for her.

Well, that plan was fruitless as Agatha found herself tied to Wandas' bed, the younger woman on top of her with a small, teasing smirk as her hips ground against the brunettes' clothed but noticeable bulge.

"Did you really think that would work? Just look at you. How pathetic" Agatha trashed against the red restraints, hips canting up as the pressure on her cock increased, just about ready to explode.

"Oh no, not yet, not until you give me what I want." The older woman frowned and watched as Wanda moved off of her, both of her hands rubbing up and down Agathas' thighs, her sharp nails scratching her with every drag.

"You seriously can't tell? I need this cock" Wanda suddenly gripped her through her pants, tight enough for her hips to jump but not nearly enough, "to breed me full of cum, to impregnate me"

Agatha sputtered, blushing a bright red at the blunt language. She ofcourse knew about Wandas' want need for a family, but to be used like this? She honestly couldn't complain.

She could feel her cock twitch against Wandas' hand and she knew Wanda could feel it too, judging by her dangerous smirk.

"You want it too, just look at this." Agatha whimpered as Wanda pulled her pants, along with her boxers down. The cold air was harsh against her overheated skin, her cock slapping against her lower stomach, and precum dripping onto herself.

"Let's make mommy happy, shall we?" All the older witch could do was nod pathetically, watching with rapt attention as Wanda gripped her cock and moved on top of her again. Agathas' breath caught in her throat as the redhead finally sunk down onto her, a deep moan leaving Wanda as she did.

Wanda closed her eyes for a moment, really only focusing on controlling her breathing as Agatha squirmed beneath her. The younger woman sighed deeply before opening her eyes again, her sharp eyes staring down at the restrained woman.

"Be patient, kotenok" Agatha nodded but her eyes shone with a desperation Wanda hadn't seen before, and she was still squirming uncomfortably under her.

Wanda sighed and shook her head with disappointment before finally circling her hips, her rhythm was not nearly enough for Agatha but she could make due, especially with the way Wanda was moaning above her, head thrown back, and hands splayed across her ribcage.

Agatha whimpered when Wanda sped up, her hips slapping against the older woman. It was not until Wanda waved her hand and her hands were freed that she could finally touch Wanda, her hands immediately gripping the younger womans' hips to properly guide her up and down her dick.

"Oh fuck, that's it, such a good girl." Wanda was struggling with even getting the words out as the brunettes' hips moved up to meet hers, her own moans tumbling past her lips as Wanda clenched around her.

Agatha was rough, her grip was rough and her hips just as rough, but Wanda loved it. Moans only growing louder as her hips move to meet Agathas' own, the mixed sound of their skin meeting, their moans and the filthy sounds of Wandas' wetness filling the room.

It wasn't until Agathas' hips slowed that Wanda actually whined, dissatisfied at the near non-existent pace, her eyes moving to lock onto the older woman.

"Ah, I, I'm going to cum, can't" It wasn't until she saw the pure desperation in Agathas' eyes that she lit up, the woman was afraid she would cum too soon.

"Baby, I want you to cum for me, don't hold yourself back." Wanda was looking at her with the utmost conviction, and it didn't help that she was clenching perfectly around her.

Agatha nodded, finally giving in, her hips picking up the pace to give herself that one last push. The redhead sighed in satisfaction, her own orgasm brewing under her overheated skin.

"That's it, cum for me, bun" The brunette nodded desperately, her hips losing their rhythm as she came with a loud moan, spurts of cum staining Wandas' walls. It was not until then that Wanda allowed herself to cum, her orgasm milking Agathas' until they both were fully sated.

#request #wagatha #mommy wandas horns #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #cas writes #bun agathas ears

[lowkeyerror]

Mini Masterlist Marvel Edition

Welcome to my Mini Marvel Masterlist. New format because of the 100 links cap! Just like before, unless stated otherwise everything is female x reader. Well I'm sure you saw the greeting messages at the main masterlist, if you didn't here. Find something you like and get all comfy cozy, hope you enjoy!

Natasha Romanoff

I Lost Everything Pt1 & Pt2

Ex Military, New SHIELD

I Never Thought You’d Say It

She Wouldn’t Want This

You Left Me

Failure

I Wish I Would've

Adapt

Not What I Expected

Not From This Universe

A Little Mischief

Reformed

Exhaustion

Open the Door

Young & Capable

Ms. Romanoff

Nobody Knows

Spend My Time On Us

Wanda Maximoff

Invisible Thief Pt1 & Pt2

I Have To See Her Again

Distraction Pt1 & Pt2

Party

Simple

Little Brother's Best Friend

Holiday Season 🎄

Love Thy Neighbor

More Than Just A Mission

War Pt1 & Pt2

I'm Yours

Power Dynamics Pt1 & Pt2

Insecure

Unforgettable

Ex-Avenger

Best Friend's Wedding

Feeble Minded

Unsober Activities

Messy

Prom

Don't Forget You're Mine

The Gardener

Drunk

Comfort

Strong

The Lion's Den

The Villain's Hero Pt 1 & Pt2

Reputation

By Your Side

Effort

Warmth

WandaNat

Teammates Pt1 & Pt2

Syllabus Week

My Fault

Third Wheel Pt1 & Pt2

An Earth Kiss

No Escape

The Family Buisness

Agatha Harkness

I Can’t Do This Anymore

I'm Sorry ( Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff)

A Young Ache

Power

Real

Yelena Belova

Nights With You

Car Troubles

Ambush

Kate Bishop

Partner

Drowning

Hero

Home For The Holidays

Teamwork

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #yelena belova imagines #yelena imagine #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x reader #kate bishop imagine #kate bishop x reader #masterlist

[abbyromanoff]

AGATHA HARKNESS MASTERLIST:

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Kathryn Hahn, Agatha Harkness (MCU), Claire Debella (Glass Onion), Eve Fletcher (Mrs. Fletcher), Carla (Bad Moms)

Morning After (smut, fluff)

$ting (smut)

Say Yes To Heaven (smut, fluff)

Evergreen (smut, angst)

Manipulation Tactics (smut, angst)

How To Get Away With Murder (smut, dark!!!, angst)

Stockholm Syndrome (smut, dark!!)

Let Me Love You (fluff, dark!!)

Hoax (Claire Debella) (fluff)

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #agatha coven of chaos #agatha x reader #wanda x agatha #agatha x wanda #Agatha x reader smut #Agatha smut #Agatha fluff #Agatha angst #agatha harkness smut #Agatha Harkness fluff #Agatha Harkness angst

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

Because of the Marvel TV show Agatha is coming out soon and because we found out Rio Vidal is Agatha's ex wife in the show I need someone to make a Wanda/Agatha/Rio Vidal story involving these 3 ladies.

Having both Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal in a relationship with Wanda is what I desperately need.

#agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #wandavision #wanda maximoff #agatha: darkhold diaries #agatha harkness #agatha coven of chaos #rio vidal #wagatha #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner #lokius #loki odinson #loki series #loki laufeyson #loki #sylvie laufeydottir #clint barton

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

✨ Masterlist ✨

Agatha Harkness & Reader

One Shots:

The Coffee Shop

Completed Series:

Chaconne

Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

WIP:

The Darkhold Sonata

#agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader

[aparticularbandit]

Instigation: Chapter One

Summary: Steve sends Wanda to seek out an old witch he once knew, and eventually, Wanda brings said old witch back to meet her family.

Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: T.

AO3

next chapter

Mid-May, 2015.

Wanda stands outside the New York Sanctum.

It’s an impressive building.  Huge.  Gorgeous glass with a shape that might as well be mystical etched into it in shining gold.  The top is a dome, which is even more impressive given its age.  It literally gleams in the sunlight, which is odd, given how many pass it by without even stopping to look.  But, then, they’re probably used to it.  They see it every day.  If she lived here, maybe she would be used to it, too.

But Wanda doesn’t live here.  Even now, she only lives on the outskirts of town, and live is an interesting word.  She has no American citizenship, nothing to say she deserves to be here, nothing to say she can stay if the government—

The government isn’t going to send her away because the Avengers, that superpowered super team, has decided to keep her here.  With them.  It’s the same as before: she becomes immune to government interference because a more powerful political opponent takes her under her wing.  Never mind that these Avengers are apparently good.  She’d thought the same of Hydra.

It’s easy to believe when she wants to believe.

Wanda stands outside the New York Sanctum with a slip of paper in her hands, looks down at the address on the paper, reads it for what feels like the millionth time, looks back up at the Sanctum, squints, and then walks past the Sanctum to the apartment complex next door.  It’s shabby.  Old.  Probably as old as the Sanctum itself, if not older, and probably more expensive to live in, even with what are likely horrible apartments.  She knows a thing or two about those; when they could afford it, she and Pietro lived in plenty.

“You have got to be joking,” Wanda murmurs in her thick accent.  She glances down at the address one more time – and, yes, there’s an apartment number on there, so it’s definitely the apartment complex Steve meant and not the much bigger and more impressive Sanctum.

“When I was a boy,” Steve had said, “there was a woman with power similar to yours who lived here.  We didn’t see her very often; Mom told me to have nothing to do with her.  But every now and again, when she was desperate enough—”

“Sounds like an old fairytale,” Wanda had cut him off.  “I don’t need a cottage witch.  I don’t do magic.”

But Steve insisted Wanda at least go check the place out.  Seventy years might be a long time, but she could still be alive.  She’d be in her nineties, but with her power, he was certain she’d still be around.  Or maybe a new “witch” lived there, someone who took on that woman’s place in society.  Vision looked up the apartment and the records of ownership, finding that whoever lived there in the forties still lived there now.  Wanda chalked that up to rent control and an apartment that got passed down to a son or daughter or gifted to a family friend, and for a while, she adamantly refused to check things out.

Eventually, though, Wanda grew so tired of Steve’s insistence that she agreed to go.  Nat even offered to join her, although Steve’s stories reminded her of so much folklore that it made her uncomfortable, but she told her there was no point.  She wasn’t going to find anyone there and didn’t want anyone else to waste their time going with her.  Now, though, standing in front of the apartment complex, she decided there was one good thing about being here: if she struck out at the apartment, she could always check out the Sanctum next door.

Not that she believes her powers have anything to do with magic.

Wanda walks into the apartment, only to find that it smells of dust and mildew, and walks along the very, very long hallway to a door waiting at the very end, one situated on the side that looks out on the Sanctum.  She checks the number, checks her paper again, and then steels her face before climbing three floors of stairs, all the way to the top of the building.  It doesn’t matter how high up she gets, the Sanctum next door is still taller, and what’s worse is that the smoke that she hadn’t smelled on the first floor seeps into the air on the second and grows stronger with each floor.

Dirty, dank, and disgusting.  Just like the apartments she’d lived in with Pietro.  But that doesn’t make this smell like home.

On the top floor, at the apartment that holds the same space as the one she’d checked previously, Wanda reads the number, reads her paper again, and sighs.  It matches.  Well, then, this is her stop.  She steps forward and knocks on the door twice, not as loud as she could, but not too soft either.

“Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want any!” comes calling from within.

“I’m not selling anything,” Wanda says, cheeks flushing quickly with frustration.  “A friend of mine sent me to see an….”  She checks the paper again, trying to read Steve’s not so tidy scrawl.  “Agatha Harkness?”

There’s some shuffling inside the apartment before the door cracks open.  “Who wants to know?”

Wanda stares at the woman standing in the doorframe.  “Um.”

See, Wanda wouldn’t have really cared too terribly much about the woman’s appearance in and of itself.  She’s attractive, sure, and there’s something about how wild her dark hair is that makes Wanda want to tangle her fingers in it, to pull her to her, and, in an attempt to tame it, make it excessively worse.  But she can ignore that, she can ignore the woman’s pale skin, she can even ignore the light smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, but what she can’t ignore is that the woman is dressed in a t-shirt that barely makes its way down to her bare thighs because she isn’t wearing any pants.

“Hey, hon.”  The woman’s voice breaks through Wanda’s thoughts.  “My eyes are up here.”

Wanda jumps.  “Sorry, sorry.”  She runs her fingers through her hair and draws her eyes back up, trying not to linger on the woman’s body any longer than she already has, but then she meets her eyes, thinking that will make things easier, and has to stop again.  “Um.”

It honestly is not at all fair, how this woman looks and how she should be wearing more clothes.  This is not her fault.

The woman smirks.  “You’re not so bad yourself, toots.”  She breaks eye contact with Wanda, lets her eyes wander the way Wanda’s already have, and deepens that smug look.  “You wanted something?”

“You’re Agatha Harkness?” Wanda splutters out, refusing to believe it.  Agatha Harkness was an adult when Steve was a child; she’s got to be ninety or a hundred or something like that.  There’s no way this woman – this very attractive woman – is any older than her mid-thirties.  She’s got to be a new resident.  Or a hot daughter or grand-daughter or some sort of extended relative.  This can’t be—

“Who wants to know?” the woman asks, eyes dropping to the paper now held tight in Wanda’s hand like a lifeline.  “You said something about a friend, hon?”

“Uh, right, yes, right.”  Wanda’s accent grows thicker as she grows more flustered, and she mutters in Sokovian under her breath with the assumption that the other woman can’t understand her.  “Steve.  Steve Rogers.  He said his mother used to visit a witch here when he was a child.”  She can’t help but roll her eyes.  “He did not call her a witch, but she sounds like a fairytale to me.”

The woman listens to her words and gives a little nod.  “Steve Rogers,” she echoes.  “You mean that hunk they’re calling Captain America?  Isn’t he a hundred years old?”

Wanda’s gaze shifts away from the woman.  “Eighties.  He’s in his eighties.”  She bites her lower lip.  “I told him she wouldn’t be here anymore, but he was so insistent that she could help me.”

“You got tired of his nagging, hon.  Don’t try to shortchange it.”

“I got tired of his nagging,” Wanda admits.  She glances up.  “But you don’t look to be her, so—”

“Help you with what, doll?” the woman interrupts.  She gives Wanda another onceover, and her smirk returns.  “Don’t tell me you mean this attraction between us.”

Anyone else, and Wanda would grow so frustrated that she would have left without another word.  But this woman….

She’s attractive, and Wanda can’t help it.  She wants to show off.

“With this,” she says, lifting her hand and letting her power out.  It turns the paper she’d been holding to ash, and as she turns her hand, letting the power thread through her fingertips, she lets the ash dump out onto the floor.  For all that the complex smells horribly of smoke, her addition doesn’t hold the same scent.  Then she brings her hand up, that scarlet power still snaking around her fingers.  “He thought his old witch would be able to help with this.”

The woman’s eyes focus on the power, and its light reflects scarlet in her pupils.  Surrounded by her bright blue irises, it seems like there’s a thin ring of deep purple between them.  “What’s your name, hon?”

“Wanda,” she says, drawing her power back and letting her hand drop.  “Wanda Maximoff.”

The woman takes Wanda’s hand in hers and squeezes.  “Agnes Harker.”  Then she tugs on Wanda’s hand and pulls her into the apartment, shutting the door behind her.  “And I can teach you everything you need to know.”

#bandit fic #december banditnanza 2023 fic #instigation with wanda and co #mcu #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #agatha harkness #steve rogers #natasha romanov #vision mcu #mcu vision #harximoff #wandagatha #wagatha #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

The Art of Healing: Chapter 4

Photo Cred: Me

pairing: wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

summary: they discuss the bad people after wanda, and have a nice nap. also, agatha being horny.

content warnings: talk of killing, wet dream

word count: 2.2k+

Series Masterlist

The Build Up

Agatha watched the windows shake, a spiderweb of cracks appearing in the corner of one as Wanda’s eyebrows threaded together in frustration. She let out a tiny sigh, splaying her fingers out on the table as she turned her eyes towards Wanda. 

“Control yourself.” Agatha’s tone was stern, and Wanda gritted her teeth before harshly setting her pencil down. The lead dug into the paper, the point of it snapping off as Wanda took a breath in and counted to ten. By the time she reached seven, the energy beneath her fingertips had faded into a slight buzz, instead of a roaring wildfire that threatened to escape. 

Looking up, Wanda watched Agatha closely, waiting for the woman to say something. Almost as if she was waiting for Wanda’s eyes on her, Agatha strummed her long fingers against the grain of the table, smirking. “Good girl.”

Green eyes shot up from where they’d been watching Agatha’s fingers, a small flush appearing on Wanda’s cheeks at the praise. She returned her gaze to the paper in front of her, picking up the pencil much more calmly than she’d set it down. She refocused, jotting down notes and copying the spelling of different incantations scattered throughout the pages. 

Watching as Wanda’s magic settled, Agatha called her own magic back from where she’d been subtly painting protection runes around her living room. Sure, Wanda had gotten much better at controlling her magic, and subsequently her emotions, but Agatha really didn’t want her house to end up dusted. 

The soft ringing of the alarm clock she’d set earlier jolted Agatha out of her thoughts. She looked up to find Wanda watching her carefully, her pencil twirling between her fingers as her eyes glanced between the alarm clock and Agatha’s still form. 

Reaching out, Agatha absentmindedly turned the alarm off before reaching for Wanda’s notebook. Gentle fingers against her wrist snapped her out of the daze she was in, and she looked up sharply at the touch. 

“I’m sorry,” Wanda began, quickly pulling her fingers away. She set them in her lap instead, fiddling with the rings Agatha had gifted her after she’d learned her first set of runes. “You’ve just been absent all morning, and I wondered if anything was wrong.”

Green eyes peered hesitantly up at Agatha from under long eyelashes, nervous energy rolling off of Wanda’s tight shoulders in frenzied waves. Abandoning the notebook, Agatha stood up and rounded the table before offering her hand to the redhead. 

Without saying anything, Wanda slipped her hand into Agatha’s, standing as the woman pulled her towards the couch. Pausing slightly as Agatha sat down, Wanda chose a spot at a respectful distance from her. Twisting her hands in her lap, Wanda bit her lip as she waited for Agatha to speak. 

Blinking, Agatha looked at the slight distance between herself and Wanda. The young woman’s shoulders were tense, her posture rigid as she regarded Agatha with wide eyes. Letting her lips quirk up, Agatha spoke softly, “Why are you all the way over there, hon?” 

At Wanda’s slight blush and duck of her head, Agatha reached out and practically pulled her into her side. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” Then, she winked, “Unless you ask me to, of course.”

Wanda’s cheeks blazed, and she was suddenly hyper-aware of Agatha’s body heat against her. Her mind wandered, her gaze locked on the older woman’s mouth as vivid scenarios flashed through her mind. She felt a comfortable heat spreading in her lower gut, and squirmed slightly to relieve the sudden ache between her legs. 

Smirking, Agatha let herself enjoy the fantasies playing through Wanda’s mind for a moment, before reaching a hand up and taking her chin firmly between her fingers. 

“Focus.”

Wanda’s pupils dilated, and Agatha had to stop herself from attacking those plump lips with her own as she felt small puffs of air against her face. Wanda’s lips were slightly parted, and her tongue quickly wet them before she blinked, seeming to get a hold of herself.

“Why are we on the couch?” Wanda asked, pulling back slightly and shivering as Agatha’s fingers dragged down her face briefly. She let her gaze drop down to those fingers, only for a moment, before her eyes glanced back up to find Agatha smirking at her again. 

Taking a breath, Agatha’s face turned serious. She let her hand rest on Wanda’s thigh, her magic subtly checking on the younger woman’s magic levels. She didn’t want her to accidently blow up her house, or worse. 

“The HYDRA base you were staying at was on a lot of radars, hon. And now that it vanished overnight, people are starting to ask questions.” Agatha paused, having felt Wanda still beneath her touch, her magic rising slightly. “Important people, in positions of power are asking questions”

Wanda started to speak, but Agatha stopped her with a quick squeeze of her thigh, her fingernails digging in. “I’m not finished.”

With an audible clack of her teeth, Wanda closed her mouth, gesturing for Agatha to continue. Agatha paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to phrase her next sentence. She could feel Wanda’s agitation rising, and let her fingers move, rubbing soothing circles against her thigh.

By the time Agatha had collected her thoughts and looked over at Wanda, the young woman’s cheeks were red, her fingers twisting her rings as her eyes watched Agatha’s hand. Agatha couldn’t help but be pleased, but quickly sobered up as she remembered her last train of thought. 

“The people we have to worry about are the not well known individuals. The people with too much time on their hands and too many questions.” Agatha twisted her fingers, bringing her laptop to her lap with a few purple wisps. Wanda’s eyes followed the magic, her expression eager as she took in the laptop. 

Within a few seconds, Agatha had a file pulled up. She tilted her screen so Wanda could see, letting her read through the information before speaking again. “This man has gotten the closest, having already been researching the facility.”

“Why does he matter, wouldn’t a bigger organization be more of a threat?” Wanda interrupted, her eyes sharp. 

“No, individuals are more dangerous because they don't have rules holding them back, and they can work under the cover of anonymity.” Agatha explained, and Wanda nodded. “For example, the Avengers can’t do much without risking their public image or giving away what resources they have. This man, however, doesn’t have to worry about any of those things, which makes him dangerous.”

Wanda’s face grew somber, and she took a few deep breaths. The red wisps that had formed around her fingers disappeared, and Agatha let a proud smile onto her face. At least the windows had stopped shaking, that’s all she could ever ask for. 

“So this man,” Wanda began, her accent dripping with every word she spoke, “We need to find him, and eliminate him.” 

Agatha’s surprise must have shown on her face, because Wanda pulled back slightly. “Or, not? What should we do instead?”

Clearing her throat, Agatha chuckled. She closed the laptop, sending it back towards her office with a careless wave of her hand. Wanda’s eyes tracked it, before swiftly returning her attention back towards Agatha, her expression guarded. 

“I was planning on slowly introducing the idea of murder, but it seems you jumped the gun, sweetcheeks.” Agatha said, twisting her torso towards Wanda as she let her legs fall into a more relaxed position. Green eyes darted down, taking in her slight manspread and the hand still on her thigh before they looked back at Agtha’s face. 

“Oh.” Wanda said, feeling slightly foolish. “And, that’s alright with you? The idea of murder doesn’t disgust you?”

Agatha let out a loud cackle, smiling broadly at Wanda as she gestured towards herself. “Oh hon, I wouldn’t have survived this long without a few well-planned murders along the way.” Then, her eyes narrowed as she took in Wanda’s still nervous posture. “Although something tells me you’re still withholding information.”

Green eyes widened, before they darted down towards her fingers. Wanda began twisting the rings in earnest, breathing deeply to keep her magic at bay. Cool fingers grazed her jaw, before cupping her cheek and turning her face towards Agatha. 

“Do you trust me?” Agatha murmured, smiling when green eyes glanced at her lips, darkening at the lack of space between them. 

Wanda nodded, her magic settling as she focused on the heat spreading from Agatha’s fingers as her body warmed quickly. Pursing her lips, she took a deep breath before words came spilling out of her mouth. “I’m remembering parts of that day, and one of the main things I can recall is killing the guard that rushed to my room.”

A slightly shaking hand reached up, Wanda’s fingers ghosting over her neck as her eyes became distant. “He had a collar, one that would have suppressed my powers. And I was already out of control from feeling Pietro-” Her voice cracked. 

Agatha nodded, her fingers moving in small patterns on Wanda’s thigh. She watched Wanda breathe, a feeling of pride erupting in her chest when no red wisps appeared. 

“Aside from the unrelenting waves of grief,” Wanda’s voice had a hard edge to it, and Agatha wisely kept her mouth shut. “I remember feeling a sort of fizzy feeling, right when I felt my magic tear through him. And when he slumped onto the ground, the fizzy feeling intensified, until it became too much. And that, coupled with the tearing of my soul, was the last thing I remember.”

Green eyes watered slightly, but no red wisps appeared. Wanda turned her head towards Agatha, “Does that make me a terrible person?”

Blue eyes widened slightly. “In all honesty, hon, I am not the person you should ask about moral dilemmas.” 

Wanda let out a chuckle, the noise soft as it washed over Agatha. She felt her heart soften slightly, before she blinked and reigned her wayward feelings back into an iron grip. “But, I don’t think that makes you a bad person.” She shrugged, letting a nonchalant expression onto her face as Wanda smiled brightly. 

“Oh, thank you.” Wanda’s eyes were wide, her smile blinding as she gazed at Agatha. Then, she yawned. 

Agatha raised a single eyebrow, fighting the sudden wave of drowsiness that washed over her as she watched Wanda’s eyes droop. “It was quite draining, trying to keep my magic in during that conversation.” Wanda mumbled, her head dropping to Agatha’s shoulder. 

“It’ll get easier with time.” Agatha assured her, before standing and scooping the young woman up in her arms. “Naptime, I think.”

Green eyes peered up at her as Wanda wrapped her arms around Agatha’s neck. “Will you join me?” At Agatha’s hesitation, she pouted her lips. “Please?”

Taking a shuddering breath, Agatha nodded quickly. Within a few moments, she’d reached her bedroom door, and she tucked Wanda in as best she could before making her way to the other side of the bed.

Lying on her back, Agatha let her mind wander as Wanda rolled over and wrapped herself around the older woman’s body. She felt the redhead’s lips graze her neck before throwing a leg over both of hers. Fighting the urge to tug Wanda closer, Agatha simply relaxed as she wrapped her arms around her waist. 

This was going to be a long nap.

—

Hands skimmed down her sides, leaving hot trails behind them. Sharp nails dug into the skin of her breasts, her back arching. She let out a moan, her hands burying themselves in dark curls. A wet tongue traced patterns against her neck, before sucking harshly and leaving a throbbing mark. 

The pressure in her core was becoming unbearable, and teeth started nipping frantically against her lips. Her body was heating up, blue eyes and wild curls taking up her vision, purple hues dancing around them. Skin slid against skin, deft fingers sliding lower and lower and lower and lower and…

Agatha’s eyes shot open, and she jolted slightly before the weight of Wanda’s warm body stopped her. Blinking dazedly, she let herself wake up before gazing down at the still-sleeping redhead. 

Feeling a comfortable heat pooling at her core, Agatha groaned as she felt slick juices escape her, dampening her underwear. She tried to dismantle herself from Wanda’s tight grip, but the girl held on. Her lips parted, and moved slightly against Agatha’s collarbone as the young woman mumbled incoherently. 

Within a few seconds, Agatha realized that the wet dream she’d had wasn't her own. It was Wanda’s. Her eyes widened, her pulse racing as she felt Wanda’s leg move slightly until it was between her own. 

Drawing a shaky breath, Agatha let herself think about the wet dream. In all honesty, she was impressed with how detailed Wanda’s thoughts were. However, she didn’t want to rush the young woman, no matter how sexually frustrating she was. But that was proving quite difficult as of late, with the glances at her lips and now this.

Wanda shifted again, her fingers sliding slightly lower until they reached Agatha’s hipbone.  Groaning, Agatha let her head fall back against the pillow.

How the fuck was she supposed to navigate this.

Next Chapter

#mcu #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #marvel

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Y/N: *singing under breath* I'm asking nicely, give me what I want

Agatha: *walking into the room* what do you want?

Y/N: sex

Agatha: ...That can be arranged

Wanda: that is NOT HOW YOU FLIRT

#i don't know what this is #anyways #agatha harkness #kathryn hahn #wanda maximoff #elizebeth olsen #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

[getlostsquidward]

glimpse of us

pairings: agatha harkness x reader; maria hill x reader; agatha harkness x wanda maximoff

a/n: part two is possible, but i can't promise a happy ending. i'm living for the angst

summary: agatha is convinced that she's fine and she's moved on—she has wanda now.

but as she watches you in maria's grasp, all she can think about is the love that you shared, the way it was.

warnings: angst, hurt no comfort i'm sorry (i'm not), exes to ???, not canon compliant at all, no happy ending, everyone is miserable

Strobes of different colors fill the sky as the Avengers along with the reinforcement fight off the enemies. Agatha never was interested in doing this, more so aligning herself with the so-called heroes, preferring to be on her own. It just so happened that Wanda is an Avenger and had mentioned her to them, along with a painfully familiar person they had mentioned in passing—a name that she had not heard from in a long time, the Avengers' unknown ace hidden up their sleeve that she couldn't say no to.

Wanda is the reason she's here, not you.

She desperately tried not to get too excited in stepping foot onto the compound and tried not to get too excited about seeing you again. Agatha desperately lies to herself that she only wants to see how your magic has progressed since she left.

Agatha wasn't supposed to be excited.

But she did, seeing you do a number of spells that is above your age and station. You have come so far, and her heart swells with pride.

It takes Agatha back to the old days; her powers and yours beaming across the clearing of the forest you used to go to as she teaches you how to use them. The green wisps of your magic would always eclipse the lush meadows. She has fallen in love with every shade of that color since.

Her eyes fluttered to its source, only for it to vanish.

As Agatha looked in your direction, her eyes widened seeing your body take the hit of the scepter, all in slow motion, like time stood still, the loud noises in the battlefield completely muffled out by her heart ringing out of her ear. She could hear your breath go shallow, could feel your pulse weaken, your magic fading out as every millisecond passes.

She called your name, your fear-stricken eyes flickering to her before you hit the ground. Her lips tremble as she sees you close your eyes and slip into oblivion. Air was knocked out of her, she can't find her voice.

She could not feel anything but worry and fear at the moment, and couldn't care less about the rest of the Avengers on the field. The older witch didn't know the extent of the scepter's power, but she had an inkling that it is powered by an infinity stone, making her worry increase tenfold.

Just as she was about to flick her hand to teleport to you faster and catch you, someone beats her to it.

Maria Hill wraps you in her arms, yelling at her earpiece and checking you for any injury, protecting you. It was once her promise to herself. You didn't need protecting, she knows you're as strong as she is, but Agatha took it upon herself that she was ready to burn the world for you because you're worth more than the entire damn planet for her.

Agatha freezes at her spot as she watches the Avengers provide cover for her as she carries you towards the quinjet. 

She should feel relieved that you're safe for now, but she couldn't feel anything, she's numbed—or more accurately, she couldn't dare put a label on them.

If she would ever do so, it would be jealousy, confusion, and anger.

Agatha is jealous because she should be the one who has her arms around you. She should be the one on your side, holding you, embracing you. She's confused because she shouldn't feel jealous—not when she's the one who caused this. She's been long stripped of the right to be jealous since she ended things between you half a decade ago, leaving your heart smashed to pieces and taking with her a huge part of you.

You too had taken a piece of Agatha with you. Ending the relationship years ago tore Agatha's heart, and it also tears now seeing you in the arms of another. 

Agatha is confused because she should not feel this way about you, her former lover, because she now has someone in her life.

Agatha Harkness is angry at herself, because as her current lover kneels with her and cups her face with such worry in her eyes, she could only see your e/c eyes and the way they shined as you look at her like she's the only person that mattered. She could only feel the warmth of your palm against her skin and the way it spreads to her chest, your magic perfectly resonating with hers. 

Above all else, Agatha is hurting.

Tears blur her vision, her lover swiping them with her thumb as it falls to her cheeks. Her vision clears as she blinks, the faraway memory of you fading away and she finds olive green eyes staring at her. Agatha blinks the remaining tears away and clears her throat.

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” Wanda asks, gently helping the older witch up. “We're done here. They're waiting for us on the quinjet.”

“How–how's Y/N?”

“They say she's unconscious but stable. She needs to be checked by Dr. Cho just to make sure.”

Agatha only nods, steeling herself once again, not ready to see you like that—with her. “You go. I'll see you at the compound.”

Wanda opens her mouth but Agatha disappears with a puff of purple smoke, leaving the redhead alone. Her shoulders sag as she sighed, running toward the rest of the team.

//

Agatha leaned against the wall, her arms crossed against her chest as she watched the Avengers gather around you. You gained your consciousness back after four days, leaving everyone scared and worried. A SHIELD agent came running towards the common room alerting everyone that you were awake, removing a huge thorn on her throat. 

She keeps her eyes on the floor as everyone coddles you. She refuses to look as Maria holds your hand, where it should have been—

“Agatha.”

Agatha thinks she might cry over the sound of you calling her name. Even after all this time, it still has an affectionate ring to it.

Too deep in her mind, she didn't notice the room was already cleared out minutes ago, eventually leaving the two of you alone. “Hmm?” She could only hum in response, afraid that her voice might break.

“Thank you.”

She looks up and meets your eyes, her brows furrowing in confusion. “For what?”

You stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and Agatha would freeze time if she could.

“You were about to come for me, weren't you? Maria just came to me first.”

“Oh. I'm just doing what I'm here for.”

Agatha's urge to come closer, to reach for you was beyond words. She aches to brush her fingers through your hair, to take your hand to hers and rub your thumb.

“Okay,” you replied with a tight-lipped smile. She's staring at your eyes, but she can't fathom what lies behind them. Agatha does know that your smile was genuine, unlike the ones you've given her after the first time seeing each other after a long time. They were all forced and strained, given out of politeness. Conversations were kept to a minimum, both trying to be civil to each other so no one would be suspicious that the two of you go way back.

“Okay...” the brunette witch trails off, unsure if she should end the brief conversation at that. “...get well soon. These idiots are insufferable without you.”

Agatha disappears, remnants of purple and the smell of lavender filling your senses, lulling you back to sleep. 

//

The harsh sunlight hits your face as you open your eyes, instantly covering your eyes with your hand. A figure beside you reaches for them, brings it to her face, and kisses your palm. She hovers over you, effectively blocking the sun. Her dark hair ruffles and sways against the ocean breeze.

You couldn't make out her whole face, still blinded by the sun, but the glimmer in her eyes as she stared at you cannot even compare to how the sun shines. Her eyes are the color of the sky and sea, the prettiest you've ever seen.

tags: @ilovehotactresses @midnight-lestrange @minszhuo @tr333sus @thenastoaster @apricxtt @pianogirl2121 @thenazwife @poetsdeadxo

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x y/n #agatha harkness #maria hill #maria hill x reader #maria hill imagine #maria hill x you #maria hill x y/n #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #mcu x reader

[p-taryn-dactyl]

For the prompts, 44 with harximoff maybe?

(I like your Wanda a lot. You write her so well.)

hi! thank you so much, i love writing for Wanda lol. this is my first time writing for harximoff and since I dont really ship it, i kinda made this into an AU? psychiatrist!Agatha and author!Wanda, i hope it’s okay, i just thought those jobs fit them the best!

word count: 702 (ik it’s not that long, I’m sorry)

pairing(s): agatha harkness x wanda maximoff

44: I’ll sleep when I’m dead

Sleep When Dead

Sighing, Agatha got out of bed, dragging her feet across the cold wood floors until she could see the light filtering out from under the office door. Gently, she pushed the door open, eyes growing fond as they landed on her wife. Her wife who was tirelessly typing away on a typewriter, a gift from Agatha for their tenth anniversary, the clacking ringing through the air. Agatha leaned against the doorway, basking in the intensely focused air that radiated from Wanda. Her dark curls were pulled up into a messy bun, coils falling out and brushing the nape of her neck, bouncing with every excited click of Wanda’s fingers. Slowly, after a few minutes, Wanda seemed to notice the presence in the room. Pausing with the faux excuse of getting a new sheet of paper, Wanda turned around and sent Agatha a smile. 

“zdravo ljubavi,” she whispered, exhaustion evident in her tone. Agatha smiled softly, moving from her place at the door to wrap her arms around Wanda’s torso, resting her chin on her wife’s shoulder as she returned to writing. She placed a gentle kiss on Wanda’s neck before speaking. 

“The bed's getting cold without you, libe,” Wanda’s typing only slowed a fraction, “When were you planning to join me?” 

Wanda continued typing before sighing and stopping. 

“I had a burst of inspiration while showering and I just had to write it down, you know how hard this book has been for me.” 

Agatha nodded. She did. Ever since Wanda’s first book, No Strings On Me, a chilling retelling of the beloved story of Pinochio, became a New York Times best seller - with practically every book store’s shelves clearing within a month of the release, Wanda’s agent had been pressing her to release a new novel. Not a sequel necessarily but another book written with the magic that only Wanda seemed to have. Wanda claimed it wasn’t her talent that got her to where she is but her typewriter, always saying that you could write absolute horsehit and the typewriter would turn it into gold. 

“I do, darling, but stressing yourself and losing sleep isn’t the answer. Come with me back to sleep and after we wake up and have breakfast, you can write while I look over medication and transfer release forms.” 

Wanda contemplated this, a smile growing on her lips. She loved the days where she and Agatha worked silently in the same room, soft music in the air from Agatha’s record player she refuses to get rid of. But a trickle of disappointment interrupted her happy thoughts, making her lean back against Agatha. 

“Thank you, Aggie but I need to finish this chapter, it won’t take long I promise!”

Agatha sighed, shaking her head. She played with the fallen curls of Wanda’s bun, eyes starting to droop from exhaustion. 

“You need to sleep, Wanda.”

Her wife chuckled, humor sparking her dark eyes. 

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead, žena.” 

Agatha rolled her eyes, nipping at Wanda’s ear, making her wife squeak in surprise, before standing up straight again. 

“I did not go through twelve years of learning how the brain works for you to brush off your health. You can finish your chapter in the morning, my dear, just write down your thoughts and come to bed.”

Not wanting Agatha to go on another rant about the effects of sleep deprivation on the growth and removal of toxins of the brain and also hearing the desperate tone her wife was probably purposefully emphasizing, Wanda grabbed her fancy ink pen, scribbling down the plot twist on a sticky note. She stood up, letting Agatha hold her hand as she made her way to the bedroom. Her last thought as her head hit the pillows was that Agatha was probably going to “forget” to wake her up in the morning to continue writing. Wanda found that she wasn’t bothered by this thought as sleep wrapped itself around her like a comforting hug. 

Agatha watched as her wife fell into a deep sleep, carefully leaning across her to turn off the alarm on Wanda’s phone. She wrapped her arms around Wanda and fell asleep to the sound of her wife’s heartbeat.

a/n: i hope you enjoyed this! It’s my first time writing for harximoff so it might be a bit choppy but thank you for reading!!

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[batllethinker]

Agatha whimpers and there's something truly magical about that

#agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #wagatha #cas talks

[ellastone-olsen]

Plush-Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: GP!Natasha Romanoff × f!reader

Summary:After a long, difficult mission, Natasha come back home. It's been the most exhausting week of her life and you, as her sweet loving girlfriend, decide to take care of her.

Warnings: NSWF, bottom!Nat, top!reader, dry humping, blowjob, breeding, dirty talk, praise, aftercare, little fluff and hurt/comfort

Word count: 1.6k

AN: I remembered my love for Natasha and especially for the bottom Natasha, I promise someday I will write a fic without smut

In the silence of the spacious apartment, the front door slammed. Something seemed to fall on the floor, then there was the sound of running water in the bathroom. You became wary and got out of bed, putting the book on the nightstand. The door was only closed and you quietly looked through the crack where the light was coming from to understand who had just climbed into your and Natasha’s apartment.

A shock of red hair flashed and you relaxed. Natasha got back, but... something was wrong. You knocked and quietly entered; the woman was sitting with her back to you in the bath, her arms wrapped around her knees. "Babe? Hi, I missed you so much, did something happen?...” You fell silent when you got a better look at her back. All covered in bruises and scratches. Natasha turned her head and smiled at you over her shoulder, it seems her face suffered no less. "Hi дорогая (sweetheart)" She said quietly, “I brought you a small gift, it’s in a bag in the hallway..”

You cut her off and walked over to take her face in your hands. She was covered in dirt, her lip was clearly broken. Natasha looked like a beaten kitten. “Oh my god baby what happened to you?” Fear settled in your eyes and she turned her head to rub her cheek against your palm and then kiss it. "It's been a terrible week." She wheezed. “I just want to take a bath and go to bed please.”

You nodded and rubbed the pad of your thumb over her slightly sore cheekbone. “Should I help you?” She shook her head in protest and directed the shower stream onto her sore back. "Okay, then I'll wait for you in the room." You walked out and closed the door behind you.

After 20 minutes, the sound of the water stopped and Natasha came out with only a towel on her hips. Her chest didn't look as bruised as her back, but there were still yellow bruises on her abs. She sighed and found clean house clothes in the closet. “Wait, I’ll treat your back, don’t get fully dressed.” The woman pulled on loose sweatpants and sat on the edge of the bed. You took out the first aid kit and moistened a piece of cotton wool with an antibacterial agent, barely touching it, wiping her wounds.

“Everything didn’t go according to plan. I should have already left there, but I was delayed and I got the worst of it because I was protecting the weight.” You listened to her without stopping your work. “Damn, it hurts.” “Shhhh I know my love, I know.” You applied healing ointment. When you finished, your hands rested on her shoulders, gently kneading her tired muscles. "I'm so happy you're with me again." A small moan escaped Natasha’s lips in response to your actions. The hands moved to her neck and then dropped back down. “You did great, let me take care of you.” You bit your earlobe and your hands slid to the redhead's breasts. Natasha’s breathing quickened as you played with her nipples and squeezed her soft breasts.

“Oh damn Y/N.” The woman's hips jumped up and you noticed the bulge forming in her pants. You grinned and turned her head towards you for a soft kiss, but almost immediately Natasha's tongue begged for permission to enter your mouth. "No no, I'm in charge here today." You said as you pulled away and grabbed her rock hard cock with your hand through the fabric her house pants. She sighed noisily, the woman's head leaned back on your shoulder while you stroked her length, watching as a small wet spot appeared on her pants. Your lips touched her neck, your teeth biting the sensitive skin. Whining began to come from Natasha. "What do you want baby?" Your hands were stroked wherever they could reach. “You..” The redhead’s thoughts were confused. "More concrete." You said sternly and squeezed her balls. It was so good, so good the redhead thought that she would cum just from this. "Fuck...Y/N please. I need your mouth, your hands, your pussy on my cock."

You moved to the floor between her legs and slowly pulled the gray sweatpants down her legs. Her throbbing cock jumped out and hit Natasha's stomach. The tip was leaking pre-cum and looked red and sensitive. She could hide it, but when you took the initiative into your own hands, it turned her on more than being on top, she went crazy when such a cute little thing like you did whatever you wanted with her.

You collected her pre-cum starting to stroke Natasha's length, obscene squelching sounds filling the room. She began to push into your hand, but you held her back, prohibiting any action on her part. "I told you. I'm in charge." With that, you wrapped your lips around her tip and took every inch of her cock into your mouth until your nose touched the woman's stomach. The redhead's head fell back from this sight, her hands clutching the sheets so as not to start fucking your mouth. "Fuck oh god baby." You continued to suck, looking into the green eyes from above, one of your hands fell between your legs, starting to rub your swollen clit through the fabric of underwear. Not only Natasha enjoyed this, you liked sucking her dick even more than fucking her. You realized how sensitive you both were now and before at least one of you came, you stopped and stood up.

"Lie on your back." You commanded and the redhead climbed to the head of your shared plush bed, taking the desired position. The woman watched as you took off your panties, but left your light housedress on and took out the lube from the cabinet nearby bed. Cold thick liquid dripped onto her length and she twitched, you quickly warmed and rubbed it, and then pressed your soaked folds against her length to slide and rub. "Please baby. I can't take it anymore." She felt that she would cum at any moment. With every movement, your clit hit her red tip, making you even wetter. Your nails dripped into her shoulders as you processed what she said. Your hips began to move faster. “That’s it Natty don’t hold back, cum for me.” Her hands flew up to your hips, helping you move against her. Her hips still began to jerk involuntarily and within seconds ropes of her cum fell onto her flat stomach. "Fuck Y/N oh god." You were still grinding her cock prolonging her orgasm, your hand reached out and the tip of your finger gathered her release. You put it in your mouth, tasting it as if Natasha was the most expensive dish in the world. The redhead's eyes darkened at this sight and her dick twitched, she so needed to be inside you.

"Mmmm I didn't even have to try to make you cum. And you're still so hard." You leaned down and press your lips onto her, licking the stinging wound. “Do you want another round Natty? Although your dick speaks for you..” You stood up to finally line up the tip with swollen folds, rubbing your clit with it a little.

In one motion, you sank down Natasha’s cock, taking the entire length at once. The feeling of your warm wet walls around her made her ready to explode instantly, she was still so sensitive. Your hands grabbed hers and pinned they to the bed as you began to ride her quickly. "Oh yeah Fuck baby I love your big fat cock so much." Your thighs slapped against her, wetness flowing between your bodies. Her tip hit the sensitive spot inside you every time. "Do you want to cum in me Natty? Fill me up to the brim. I'm going to love it so much." The redhead nodded quickly and buried her face in the pillows, you grabbed her and turned her back. "Look at me when I fuck you." From the fast pace and your rude words, Natasha’s orgasm was approaching at breakneck speed. One of her hands moved away from your grip and her thumb rested on your swollen clit. "Oh fuck fuck cum with me baby. Come on, can you do it for me Natty?"

She did it, how could Natasha upset you? The feeling of her cum inside you made you see stars and your pussy milked her cock dry. Your legs shook and you fell into Natasha's arms, her hands rubbing circles on your back as she fucked you through your orgasm.

You lay together in this position for a few more minutes, after which you slowly got off Natasha and her cum immediately flowed out of you, dripping onto her stomach. The redhead reached over to the bedside table and grabbed wet wipes to clean herself and you. "Thanks babe." You kissed her gratefully and lay down next to her, resting your head on her shoulder.

You both closed your eyes and began to fall asleep when Natasha suddenly jumped up and walked towards the corridor. "I forgot about my gift." Her voice came muffled. She walked back into room holding something behind her back. You sat up, taking an upright position. "What do you have there?" Natasha pulled out her gift from behind her back and you laughed. "Plush seal? Oh my God, he has such a funny face." The redhead frowned. "What don't you like?" "Oh I really like it, give it here." You lay down again hugging a new toy. “Are you going to sleep with it now and not with me?” The woman feigned offense and lay down with her back to you.

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

One Shots

First Encounters (Daddy!Natasha x Fem!Reader) 18+

My Masterpiece (Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x Subby!Student!Wanda) 18+

Submission (Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x Subby!Student!Wanda)

Oh Captain My Captain (Carol Danvers x GN!Shapeshifter!Reader) 18+ requested

My Voice of Reason (Carol Danvers x fem!Avenger!reader) requested

How You and I Became We (Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader)

Under Her Spell (Top!Mommy!Agatha Harkness x subby!bottom!fem!Reader) 18+

Tender Temptations (Experienced!Agatha Harkness x innocent!reader) 18+requested

Stress Relief (Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested

Please Mommy? (Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Sugar baby!fem!reader) 18+ Requested

Mommy Can We Play? (Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby!fem!reader) 18+

Mommy’s Good Girl (Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested

The Price of Power (Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested

Healing Bonds (Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader(past))

The Widow's Shadow (Natasha Romanoff x enhanced!Stark!Fem!Reader) 18+

If You Love Her (Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader(Past))

To Warm you Up (Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader)

Revolving Around You (Beefy!Natasha x Fem!Reader)

Calling On You (Wanda x Natasha x fem!avenger!reader) 18+

Lost and Found (Carol Danvers x Avengers!GN!Reader)

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue (Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader) 18+ Requested

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[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

Look if Agatha Harkness gets to have Senor Scratchy as her Familiar then as a fellow witch Wanda should have a familiar as well. I'm thinking of her having Ebony from the comics as her familiar

GIVE WANDA AN EMOTIONAL SUPPORT FAMILIAR!!!!

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[the-scarlet-witch-22]

The Darkhold Sonata (Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff)

Word Count: 2.9K

Summary: Legendary film composer Agatha Harkness is given a new challenge when she’s asked to help Wanda Maximoff with the score for Stephen Strange’s newest movie.

A/N: Hi tumblr friends, I’m back with a new story! This was inspired by The Batman soundtrack, I love Michael Giacchino, and I think the overall ‘vibe’ is very Agatha coded. I’ve included the link to one of the songs that this story is based off of :) Anyways, I am not a composer or pianist so please keep that in mind while reading, but I hope y’all enjoy it. Please let me know your thoughts and as always my DM’s and asks are always open for questions! Oh, and if you would like to be added to the tag list please lemme know :)

The sound of thunderous applause roared throughout the packed Hollywood Bowl as Agatha took her final bow. Although she had been apprehensive at first of the LA Symphony’s idea of a “Maestra of the Movies” concert, she wasn’t displeased with the outcome. The concert sold out within hours, as many anxiously awaited the chance to hear some of her greatest compositions performed live. It was a fascinating experience, conducting her life’s work all at once; while she stood by every decision she ever made, it was interesting to watch her work progress over the years. From Academy Award winning scores to Grammy nominated soundtracks, Agatha Harkness knew she was the most decorated film composer the world had seen in decades.

Coming off her fifth Oscar win, Agatha made the difficult decision to take the next year off. There was a project she had waited years to start, and it would be near impossible to finish with some insipid director throwing deadlines at her. Exiting the stage, Agatha skillfully dodged members of the press who were hoping to get a quote, and she almost winced upon hearing the word ‘retirement.’ As her eyes scanned the crowd gathering backstage, she spotted the one individual who knew what she was working on. Stephen Strange. She figured he would be in attendance this evening. After all, most of the themes played were composed for his films.

Stephen Strange was one of the few directors Agatha could tolerate working with- even though he had an ego almost as big as her’s, they seemed to balance each other out. While most directors expected the score to fit the script, Stephen would always take Agatha’s opinions into consideration; although Agatha would usually bite the head off any director who tried to give a suggestion on what could be added to her music, Stephen gave constructive feedback that she could tolerate. They worked well together, and they had worked almost exclusively together for the past decade on various projects. It was also no secret that Stephen was struggling to find a new composer for his latest film, with Agatha taking her long sought hiatus.

“Strange,” Agatha greeted the director. “I didn’t realize you were coming.“

“And miss hearing the scores for most of my movies?” Stephen countered as a small smirk formed on his face.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “I believe you mean hearing the music that was accompanied by your homemade videos.”

Stephen laughed, shaking his head at the jab. “It’s good to see you, Agatha. Although, I’m surprised you agreed to this.” He motioned to the large crowd. “This doesn’t seem like your scene.”

Agatha frowned at the number of people that were accumulating. She had always been a private person, and tried to avoid the public eye as much as possible, a fact that Stephen knew well. “It’s not, but this is my life’s work. I couldn’t just trust someone else with it.”

“Not that you trust anyone with anything,” Stephen quipped, and Agatha sighed.

“Yes, yes, very funny. Now I’m assuming you didn’t drive all the way over here to just mock me, hm?” Agatha questioned, before adding. “It is rather presumptuous of me to assume you drove at all. Did you take the private jet again? God forbid you sit in an hour of traffic like the rest of us mere peasants.”

“You really don’t get nearly enough credit for your wit,” Stephen commented lightly, and Agatha noted how he was avoiding her question of why he was here. “But then again, you do spend most of your time locked away with only your piano to keep you company.”

“Yet I still have one more Academy Award than you,” Agatha fired out, as she motioned for the director to follow her to her dressing room. “Perhaps you should reconsider those month-long vacations in Europe.”

Upon reaching her dressing room, Agatha all but slammed the door shut. “Why are you really here?”

Stephen took a seat in an empty armchair before replying. “Agatha, you’re the most successful composer in the industry. You know I’ve enjoyed our time working together over the years.”

Stephen was right, Agatha had worked with him for a long time. They had their fair share of victories, with almost every recent project resulting in an Academy Award win. That was why Agatha knew he wanted something. She had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. It wasn’t a surprise, everyone in Hollywood was always looking for favors. She could list off the number of directors and actors who had tried to convince her to give their children piano or composition lessons. But what could Stephen possibly want? He knew Agatha was taking the year to work on an independent project, and he knew better than to push her; it never ended well for those who tried.

Agatha took a seat across from the director, folding her hands in her lap. “And you know I don’t need, or want, your help to inflate my ego. What do you want, Strange?”

“I found a composer for the film,” Stephen explained, pulling a folder out of his bag, sliding it across the table. “She has a similar style to you, actually, which is why I chose her. I’m sure you’ve heard of her, she’s become quite popular in Europe. Here’s what she wrote for the main character’s theme.”

Opening the folder, Agatha’s eyes scanned the score and she scowled when she saw it. Wanda Maximoff. Of course. Agatha had heard plenty of the Sokovian composer, and she wasn’t impressed. She was a newer composer on the scene, but she had become rather well established over the past five years. Though Wanda seemed to grasp the most basic composition skills, Agatha felt that she always fell flat in comparison to the work of other film composers. “Why are you showing me this, Stephen? We both know I’m not working on this film.”

“We’ve known each other for a long time, Agatha,” Stephen stated, and in the many years Agatha had been acquainted with the director this had to be the first time he appeared to be nervous. “And you know I wouldn’t be coming to you if I thought I had other options.”

“Spit it out,” Agatha practically growled, her patience wearing down. She needed a drink.

“Wanda is gifted, and I have no doubt that she’s going to excel at this. But I chose this project with you in mind,” Stephen continued, and Agatha attempted to envision where he was going with this. “I was hoping you would consider looking over her progress with the score, to make sure she’s on the right track? This film has the potential to make it all the way through awards season, and this could be monumental for me.”

Agatha took a moment to consider his request before repeating her earlier words. “But I’m not working on the film, how does this benefit me? What, I help this Sokovian princess compose a breathtaking score and she gets all the credit?”

“Wanda has the potential to be a fresh talent in Hollywood,” Stephen pointed out. “If she succeeds, and everyone knows you were backing her, well that certainly wouldn’t hurt your reputation, right?”

“I don’t need a pat on the back from anyone, and I’m not grooming her. Find someone else. Maybe Stark or one of his lackeys.”

“Agatha,” Stephen rubbed his temple, and Agatha could tell he was growing tired of this argument. “I’m coming to you as a friend. I’m asking you, as my friend, to help me. Please, will you work with Wanda on the score?”

It wasn’t like Stephen to ask anyone for help, and Agatha knew he was serious about the potentially astounding success this movie held. Although Agatha would never, ever, admit it out loud, Stephen was one of the few people in this industry whom she trusted; he was her friend.

Sighing, Agatha finally nodded. “Fine. Send her to my studio on Monday morning. I’ll look over the score then.”

Before Stephen could get another word in she added. “And you’re buying me a drink. Let’s go.”

That Monday morning Agatha entered her private studio with a large cup of coffee- she had had a small studio built on her property a few years ago, and she personally thought it was one of the best decisions she ever made. The studio was well lit, with lots of windows and light shining in, framing the grand piano in the main room, where Agatha did most of her writing. The walls were lined with her awards, an almost overwhelming amount at this point. She had a small kitchen installed as well, for the days where she was so focused on a project and didn’t want to walk back to the house. Finishing her coffee, she sat at the piano and decided to get to work until Wanda showed up.

The only time Agatha felt at peace was when she was composing music. She always had dozens of themes and melodies floating around her head, playing on a loop, and the only way to get them out was by sitting at the piano and figuring out how to construct them. While a lot of the newer composers preferred online software, Agatha swore by doing everything by hand. It was the only right way to do it, as she didn’t believe it to be possible to feel the music if you were doing it through a screen. Composing had always come naturally to Agatha, and she never had any difficulty finishing a project, except for the one she was currently trying to work through.

The staff paper was nearly blank, as it had remained for almost a decade. It was untitled, and besides the key signature scribbled in her messy scrawl, the only writing was a short phrase that came to her in a dream. Every time she tried to add on to it, to continue the phrase or begin a new one, she was unable to. She was stuck, and it was a complicated puzzle she was intent on solving. Usually when she had difficulties writing for a film, she would watch over the scene and take notes, all while the various themes began to form in her brain. That was easy. But she had never experienced this mental block before.

Checking the time on her Cartier watch, Agatha shook her head at how late Wanda was before focusing her attention on her music. Attempting to find some inspiration, she began playing various riffs and chords on the piano in the key of B-flat minor. Composing was a lot like telling a story, and each part held equal importance. The introduction had to lure the audience in, and be captivating enough to make them want more. However, it was essential to not show all of your cards at once. Throughout the middle it was important to maintain a constant pulse, for falling off rhythm would be both distressing to the musicians reading the music, as well as potentially derailing the entire film. The ending was arguably the most difficult- wrapping things up in a way that made it cohesive was never easy. On top of that, it was fundamental to incorporate the main themes heard throughout the score, all while making sure it fit the director’s vision.

When Agatha thought of the composers who inspired her work, there were a few that immediately came to mind. There was Mahler, of course. The way he wrote his symphonies made it feel as if the music he was writing was coming to life off the page. Tchaikovsky made Agatha think of beautiful, soaring melodies that left an audience teary eyed. His works brought out the deepest emotions in both the performer and listener. Then there was Shostakovich. His abrupt contrasts in his music, and darker themes were intoxicating. There were others, of course. Holst, Sibelius, Beethoven, and at least a dozen others that Agatha studied over the years. But there was something special about the former three, something that resonated with Agatha.

Taking a deep breath, the composer closed her eyes as her fingers moved over the keys. Visualizing the notes, she tried to channel what she was feeling. Normally, Agatha was by no means an overly emotional person; she saved it all for her compositions, whose intensity she was renowned for. To her, it was crucial that no matter the level of musical expertise the audience held,that they were able to be overcome with whatever emotion Agatha wanted them to feel. That was the power of music. Even in a huge blockbuster filled with adventure and wonder, one of the shining features should be the tantalizing orchestral melodies, or the blaring trumpet solo.

As her fingers hit the keys, Agatha fell into the rhythm of the slow melody. The untitled piece was currently in a compound meter, labeled as a 6/8 time signature. That put an emphasis on the feeling of two big beats, so as she began her lethargic triplets, she was silently counting them to stay steady. The main melodic line was a phrase that Agatha played in a dream. It was full of hope and longing, and seemed to slowly lead further and further until it disappeared. The other times she had attempted to add on to it were futile, until today. Today she knew how to build onto the existing phrase, and lead into the next. Just as she was able to fully envision where she wanted to go, there was a knock on the door.

Of course. Huffing at the interruption, Agatha scrapped the piano bench across the wooden floor, yanking the door to her studio open. There in front of her stood an annoyed looking Wanda Maximoff. About time she showed up. The Sokovian composer’s messy auburn hair was pulled back, and she was dressed comfortably in jeans and a sweater. For the briefest of moments Agatha was stunned at how pretty she was. Wanda had a deep frown on her face, and her eyes kept darting back and forth as if she was annoyed with being there.

“You’re late,” Agatha said in lieu of a greeting, holding her arm out in invitation for Wanda to enter.

“You never gave Stephen a time,” Wanda corrected her, and Agatha frowned as the younger woman brushed past her. “Should we get this over with?”

Agatha was stunned at her tone, what exactly was Wanda annoyed by? She should be thrilled that Agatha wanted to work with her at all, as Agatha could think of a dozen other things she’d rather be doing. Leading the redhead through her quaint studio, she took a seat at the table. Wanda followed suit, and set her leather work bag down next to her. Agatha assumed the polite hostess greeting would be to offer Wanda a drink, but the composer saw no point in that. She was the one who wanted to get this over with, not Wanda.

“Stephen mentioned you finished the main character’s theme,” Agatha said conversationally, trying to keep her tone as polite as possible.

Wanda gave a small nod. “He said you looked at it over the weekend.”

Despite only being in Wanda’s presence for a few minutes, Agatha was beginning to get the feeling that the woman was about as thrilled as she was to be in this situation. “I glanced at it, and it was good. Perhaps I could take a look at the rest of it?”

Wanda opened her bag and pulled out her laptop, and Agatha grimaced. Of course she was using her computer. Wanda noticed the frown, and looked up at her. “Is something the matter?“

“No, no,” Agatha replied, thinking of the multiple favors Stephen Strange was going to owe her after this. “Carry on.”

After taking a few moments to get her score pulled up, Wanda slid the laptop across the table for Agatha to grab it. The composer took one look at the score and frowned again. She read it slowly, looking over each measure Wanda had completed, all the while making mental notes for things she would change. It wasn’t bad, not bad at all. Wanda was talented, Stephen was right. But she was sloppy at times. There were certain instrumental parts and phrases that didn’t quite fit together in some areas. Luckily that was something that could be resolved, as long as Wanda put in more effort. When Agatha was done, she closed the laptop, and was immediately met with Wanda staring at her with an unreadable expression.

“It’s not bad,” Agatha politely stated, still keeping her tone in check. “There are just a few things that could use tweaking. I’d suggest adding in more strings in the beginning, and perhaps more accents to emphasize certain notes.”

Wanda gave her an incredulous look. “Stephen said you were just going to look at everything, not that you would be making changes to my work.”

Any patience Agatha had left disappeared at that point. “I’m sorry if this is news to you, Maximoff, but constructive criticism is a big part of composition.”

“This wasn’t my idea to come here and work with you,” Wanda pointed out, growing more defensive. “I didn’t sign up to have my work torn apart by a has-been composer.”

Agatha could feel her blood boil at that statement. How dare that ungrateful imbecile even think to say that to her. Seething, she stood up, heading over to the grand piano. “Get out of my studio. Now.”

Wanda left without another word, whilst Agatha stewed at the piano, hoping that would be the last interaction she ever had with Wanda Maximoff.

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