#agatha sleeps with a knife

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: Day 736

Agatha: *passed out on the couch*

Y/N: “Aww, she looks so cute when she’s asleep!”

Wanda: “Cute? She sleeps like a medieval peasant anticipating assassination”

Y/N: “Is it the knife?”

Wanda: “It’s the knife.”

#agatha sleeps with a knife #cannonically #wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos #coven of chaos counter #incorrect marvel quotes #darkhold diaries #darkhold diaries counter #agatha: darkhold diaries

[xx-state-of-mind-xx]

Agatha: I always keep a bat by my bed.

Sophie: I sleep with a gun under my pillow.

Anemone: I sleep with a knife.

Dovey: Ho ho ho, the three of you are pathetic.

Agatha: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with?

Dovey: Lesso.

#school for good and evil #lady lesso #incorrect quotes #clarissa dovey #incorrect dovesso quote #ao3 #the school for good and evil #sge #dovesso #emma anemone #professor dovey x lady lesso #dovey x lesso #lady lesso x professor dovey #leonora lesso #lesso x dovey #professor clarissa dovey #dovey #lesbian #lgbtq #lady leonora lesso #gay disaster #gay girls #lesbians #sge incorrect quotes #sge is a bi icon #agatha incorrect quotes #agatha of gavaldon #sophie incorrect quotes #sophie of gavaldon #anemone incorrect quotes

[abbyromanoff]

Hey! If your requests are open maybe a Serial Killer! Agatha Harkness who falls for R 🙈

HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER

PAIRINGS: Agatha Harkness x reader

WORD COUNT: 2440

WARNINGS: veryyyyy dark fic, serial killer!agatha, mentions of smut, shower sex, mentions of cunnilingus, thigh riding, Agatha kinda has like BPD tbh, death, character death, angst, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS YOUR OWN!!

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to be roaming the Earth and she wasn’t meant to let that happen. You weren’t meant to lie in her bed, sleeping peacefully beside her after a night out. Your body was tangled in the sheet, your bare skin glowing under the bright light shining through the window. You looked entirely ethereal, but she couldn’t think that. No, not when you were meant to be dead. Not when you were meant to bleed out in her arms as she watched life slowly fade from your eyes. But there was so much behind them, how could she lose that?

“Good morning.” You turned on your side to face the older woman, greeting her with a small grin as she continued to stare into the ceiling. You joined her, trying to find what she was so enthralled by but coming up empty.

“What’s so interesting about the ceiling?” You chuckled, placing your elbow on the bed and leaning on your hand. Your arm loosely hung around the blanket over your chest, securing the fabric in place even though she had just seen your naked body only hours ago.

“Nothing, just thinking.” She turned to share a glance at you and couldn’t stop the smile wanting to form. She cleared her throat and turned back on her side, tossing the comforter off of her and quickly standing.

“I’m taking a shower. Join me if you’d like.”

Only moments later you were behind her under the cold water, your eyes trailing over her body. She had occasional wrinkles or cuts, but your gaze was stuck on one in particular.

“How’d you get that?” You pointed to the ripped skin with furrowed brows, her eyesight soon landing exactly where you wanted it. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing followed.

“Uhm, I, uh, I- I don’t know. Most likely from a drunken incident or something.” You nodded slowly, still unable to believe her words but choosing to act like you did. She let out a deep breath, one you didn’t know was full of relief.

You weren’t meant to be here. She wasn’t meant to be washing your back, listening to your moans as she massaged each tender muscle. She wasn’t meant to have confessed her feelings deep into the night, her lips landing on yours as she slowly removed your clothing. She wasn’t meant to love, especially not someone like you. Someone so innocent, so wholesome and pure, someone she could ruin.

She didn’t trust herself near you. She was scared her feelings would get in the way and she’d hurt you out of fear, causing you to either leave her or leave this Earth. But she wanted to be near you, she wanted to hold you in her arms while you’d wear a ring on your finger signaling your shared love. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why was pain always in her mind? Why did she instantly dream about dragging her knife through any person that came near? Her breath warm against their freezing body that slowly turned the color of her bruises.

“Agatha? Hey, you okay?” You put your arms on her shoulders as she finally woke from her muse. She blinked twice before giving a fake smile, trying her best to calm your nerves but once again failing.

“You’ve been zoning off all morning, what’s going on?” You questioned with a soft tone, nearly sending her into a panic. Most would warm at heart, but she only found it worrying to love you. She knew she did, and that was the main problem. If she let you see the true side of her, how would you react?

“And please don’t deflect it because I know you will. Look, maybe it’s best if I head out and give you some space, yeah? So you can have some alone time to think.” She wanted you to leave, but she wanted you to stay. Everything was so conflicting. God, why did she have to love you? Why did you have to be so precious? And why did you have to have the most adorable face? And the body of a goddess, the eyes of Cupid, and a heart the size of hers, one where she could perfectly fit. Your hands interlaced as if they were meant to do so, as if the purpose of them ever being developed was so she could hold yours in hers someday. Your lips felt soft against hers, as if the lipstick you constantly wore was meant to stain her neck. Your body felt so warm, as if a reminder of the coldness that was her soul. Your skin was soft, as if the lotion you lathered on daily held the scent of her, leading you to become purely addicted.

“No. No, I- I don’t want you to leave.” She spoke, and you couldn’t see a single ounce of emotion hidden beneath her dark eyes. But somehow, that thought thrilled you. You wanted to get below that layer, you wanted to see the side of her you knew could come out.

“I want you to be sure of your answer, my love.” You felt the cold tiles collide with your back in a hurried motion. Her lips were instantly on yours, moving with a passion, and gracing you with the fragile texture of her skin. They were cracked, but it felt as though you were repairing them with the way you sunk into her. She pulled back when it became a struggle to breathe, panting before she eyed your neck. There were already hickeys covering every inch of your skin, but she wanted more. She wanted everyone to know you were taken, and she’d kill anyone who tried to show they didn’t believe that.

“I’m sure,” She started. “I’m sure, baby. I’m so fucking sure.”

The water came to a stop as she guided you out of the shower, your legs shaky from your previous orgasm. You were still processing all that happened but she was ready for more, pushing you down on the hotel bed and climbing over you. You grinned softly and pulled her in for a small peck that quickly adjusted into a deep, meaningful kiss. You felt the water droplets dripping onto your skin and shivered. Her hands came to your waist as her fingernails drew lines against you. Her mouth came to your breasts as she suckled gently. Her knee found place between your legs as you instantly started a slow motion. Everything. She was doing everything possible. She knew how to make you fall apart and she was using that against you.

“So… good!” You let out through small pants, your chest heaving softly as her thumb came to your swollen clit. She rubbed small circles across the area gently, trying to ease you into your next release.

You shuddered, pulling her mouth away from your chest and looking deep into her eyes. The action made it seem as though there was more to this. You felt as though she just wanted your body, only being able to confess her love in a drunken slur while pressing herself deep into you. But this, this felt like it meant something. It seemed as though she was able to last a quick moment, allowing her feelings to step forward and take the lead, until she snapped. In an instant, you weren’t you. You were the man she killed only days ago. He was under her, bleeding out as she watched in amusement. He returned her look in horror, pleading for forgiveness with all of his will, insisting he had a family. But she didn’t care. She was a monster. She was as sick as a virus, spreading throughout your body until you became used to it. She didn’t want you to get used to this. This wasn’t fair. She wasn’t being fair to you.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” You sensed her still movements and shallow breaths, tears starting to prick at the side of her eyes. You pressed your hand against the back of her neck, giving her some sort of reassurance or reminder that you were still there. She could see you again, not him. But the love was no longer there. You were still once the man she killed for no reason besides the fact that she wanted to have fun. She was stressed, angry even. She wanted an escape and came to the only place she knew, that deep, dark section of her mind that held her fantasies. She blamed that part of her for the deaths of many, but she didn’t blame herself. She didn’t think it was right, but in those moments it seemed to take over her. She lost all control and gave in, letting her manic thoughts take action and cause blood behind every step she made.

“Agatha! It’s just me, alright? Breathe for me, love.” You guided her to lie down and tried mending to whatever it was she was feeling, but that side of her didn’t want you. Agatha wanted you, but her second wanted you dead. She couldn’t be near you and promise you’d be safe, she had to leave.

“Where are you going?” She refused to give a response, instead grabbing the tossed clothing on the ground and racing to get them on. The water adorning her skin made it more difficult, but she was persistent. Her legs moved faster than her mind when she ran to the door, leaving you sat on the bed with tears. You thought she left you for good this time, like she always does. You were flings beforehand, but you thought it would be different after her confession. But she was the same as always. Always running away from her problems instead of facing them. Only you didn’t know what she was running towards, and you definitely didn’t expect it to be the bodies that had been flooding the streets.

Your phone rang violently and you took a moment before looking at the contact, rolling your eyes as you saw the name that greeted you. It was Agatha, she was most likely calling you in hopes you’d pick her up from the bar after another fight. You knew she had violent tendencies, but what could you do? You were only one human trying to get by, how could you handle another person to take care of?

“Please, I-I’m sorry,” You were both crying when the voice came through. You decided to take the call in fear she may be hurt, but it only hurt you more. She was hoping you’d pick her up, just like you guessed. Only this time she was hiding in an alleyway, a knife in her hand as a body laid next to her. The woman was dead with a written apology carved in her skin. It was only an ‘I’m sorry’, but it wasn’t meant for her, it was meant for you.

“I-I was scared, and- and I didn’t know what to do-“

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I’ll pick you up. Get warm, I’ll be there in twenty-ish minutes.” You hung up without a goodbye. You were truly sick of this. All you wanted was her but it seemed as though there was something else occupying her mind. You’d never be able to be a priority if she couldn’t even be in the same room as you for too long.

She nearly cried with joy when seeing you, but her smile started to fade when she noticed you didn’t copy her. She gulped out of fear as you continued to drive without facing her once, you didn’t even notice her presence. Agatha started to truly believe she was a ghost, that she finally was paying for her crimes in the realm of death.

“Are you mad at me?” Silence.

“Y/N?” Silence.

“Please talk to me, baby. Please, I- I’m sorry, I really am.” Silence. Only a sniffle could be heard.

“I never wanted to upset you. I’m sorry…I mean it.” You gave a short nod, forcing her to take notice of the crack in her voice.

“We’re heading to the hotel, I’m leaving in the morning.” She sunk her head low and choked up a sob, knowing that if she let you leave tomorrow then that’d be the last time she’d ever see you. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She wasn’t going to say goodbye.

You slept with your back facing her that night, listening to her tossing and turning before she tried to reach out for you. You ignored her, refusing to pay her any mind as you didn’t believe she deserved it. This was the last time, however, so you eventually gave in and let her place a singular arm around your waist. That alone was enough to calm her down and ease her racing mind.

And when she woke, her earlier thoughts returned. She didn’t know why, and she didn’t know how to turn it off. There wasn’t a switch, but if there was then someone else was controlling it.

She gazed over your sleeping body, tears softly rolling down her cheeks as she eyed the knife in hand. She ran it across your side, leading it to the place in which your heart was stored. Your broken heart.

“I’m sorry, my love, I’m so sorry.” The sharp object plunged into your body in a rush, your gasp being heard as you were instantly awoken. Now you were forced to stare into your lover's eyes as she drove the knife deeper inside of you. You were supposed to go instantly, but she must’ve hit the wrong spot as you had a minute to suffer until the life inside of you completely faded.

“A-Agatha?” She squeezed her eyes shut before the knife was finally removed, only to quickly be joined by her own blood. She shared your reaction and gasped, looking down to where her weapon was lodged in her stomach. She wouldn’t die quicker than you, but she believed she deserved to watch you die as she bled out. This was her fault, just like everything else was.

“W-we’ll…we’ll be together again s-soon, I promise.” Her life was taken soon after yours. She laid next to you in her final moments, taking your warm hand that would soon turn cold in her hold. She tried to have a firm grip, but that soon became too difficult for her to withstand.

She’d see you in another life, whether she was meant for hell and you were destined for heaven, she’d find a way to be with you.

She always did…

#agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x reader smut #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader angst #agatha harkness x reader fluff #agatha harkness x female reader smut #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha harkness x you

[willisnotmental]

A midnight surprise//NSFW

Authors note: okay so this is my first EVER thing i've actually written and went through with, tell me if you want a part to or some shit, i did not proofread so like yeah be prepared, also i wrote this at 2am instead of sleeping it is now 3am, so god help me

(OKAY so this is the writer at a reasonable time, I wrote this 2-3am, so if it makes no sense, sorry, I was on an adrenaline rush [Also, I was just rereading this, and I think I completely changed the plot halfway through, still kind of makes sense.])

warnings: smut minors dni, possessive!wanda, mentions of drinking, toxic relationship, rough sex, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex, knife play, mentions of drinking, strap-on sex, lesbian sex (obviously), manipulation if you squint

relationships: possessive!wanda maximoff x fem!y/n, natasha romanoff x darcy lewis x carol danvers x fem!y/n (platonic), jimmy woo x fem!y/n (platonic), darcy lewis x monica rambeau (mentioned), natasha romanoff x maria hill (mentioned), obsessive!exgf!agatha harkness x fem!y/n

summary: wanda is in love with y/n, like madly in love with her, they're practically already dating, just that, y/n doesn't know it yet! so when wanda sees your ex, agatha harkness, kissing you at a bar, her anger is immeasurable, so at midnight after the incident, she decides to pay you a visit. (btw they both work for s.h.i.e.l.d)

words: 1,922

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Wanda cornered you in the bathroom, "You're mine," she said, jealousy as clear as daylight in her eyes as she held the dagger to your throat, "I don't want to see you around that whore again." She pressed the dagger to your cheek, letting the the smallest bit of blood drop onto her dagger before licking it off. "W-Wanda, we broke up months ago, I'm not into her!"

It was hard to argue back when Wanda's hand was pressed hard against your throat, your words slipping off your lips. Wanda's eyes narrowed in anger as she leaned in closer, the dagger coming dangerously close to cutting through your throat. "Did you forget already that I can do that?" Wanda pushed down harder on the dagger, her expression slowly turning into one of worry, "You won't be forgetting about this anytime soon. You're mine."

She dragged you into your apartments bedroom and practically threw you to the mattress. A couple hours ago you were just relaxing at the bar with your friends, why'd Agatha have to be there, you broke up 10 months ago, and yet when she noticed you she immediately started flirting with you. Wanda jumped on top of you and pinned you to the bed with her arms, she started kissing you neck with anger and lust, "You're mine." She repeated, "Not Agatha's, not Nat's, not anyone else." Wanda's lips went further down to your neck. She placed kisses onto your collarbone before getting to your belt buckle and unclasping it, dragging it down along with your panties. She had already ripped your shirt off so she continued to unbuckle your bra, struggling as she had you pressed under her on the bed.

You tried to flip around so you wouldn't be naked, but Wanda just pushed up her body to the side, pressing her breasts firmly on your back while sticking her dagger in your back, making you whimper. You gasped as her hand covered your mouth, "Sorry," she whispered before planting a kiss on your neck, "But I just can't let Agatha touch you. She's not going to get away with this, if I have to kill someone, it'll be Agatha" She then went to take off her pants, only to reveal the surprisingly large strap she had hidden under them.

Your mouth dropped at the sight of it, so she took the chance to thrust it into your pussy, making you moan at the haste of it all, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She put her mouth to yours and pushed her tongue inside to swallow all the noises you were making as she slowly started to thrust into you. Slowly soon turned into her bottoming you out as she thrusted deeper than you thought was possible. Her thrust were harder and faster than you've every experienced, and you were approaching the edge quickly. "You're mine Y/N!" Wanda hissed in your ear, her fingers digging into the flesh of your back before giving you one final thrust, sending you off the edge. The orgasm was so much that you passed out.

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You wake up the next morning to find you're still in the same position you were in the previous day, but now Wanda is gone. You're feeling slightly refreshed after sleeping in, but your back was really sore, and you don't feel the sheets that were covering your body. Your legs hurt from laying in the same position for so long, and your mind was more sore than your body was. You decide to get up and take a shower, still covered in sweat and smelling of sex.

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As the exit the bathroom, you think back to the night before, and your eyes darted to your bed. The sheets and bedspread were all folded neatly, but all the notes Agatha had been sending over the last few months were gone from your vanity, Wanda must have taken them. You were still unsure as to what Wanda was really up to, but you couldn't find the words to come to terms with her mind games, her manipulative actions. She practically broke into your apartment at midnight with her dagger, green jealousy radiating off her. You opened the door to see who was there and she just barged in and started walking you backwards, shutting the door with her foot, into the bathroom. It took you a while until you realized she was jealous over the fact Agatha was at the same bar as you last night and was flirting with you. How'd Wanda even find out, and more importantly, she liked you? You thought back to what happened at the bar.

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Natasha and Darcy were talking about their crushes, Maria and Monica, while Carol was observing, she noticed Agatha from across the bar and tapped your shoulder, recognizing your obsessive ex-girlfriend, you two were dating for 4 years, you had wanted to leave several times, but she always convinced you to say, eventually you had enough of her bullshit and left at night without another word. when she figured this out she was texting you for days before you blocked her. It had been 9 months since then and here she was, practically running towards you.

"Heyyyyyyy Y/N!! Howww have yoou b-eeeen!?" She was clearly way too drunk, as her words struggled to come out in coherent sentences and slurred around. "Uhm-" you tried to say, but Agatha interrupted you, "Y'knoowww, I'm reeeally sorrrrry aboout what happppednedd, I n-evvveerrr meannt tooo pusshh yoou a-awwayy!" Carol watched in silence as Nat and Darcy were trying to keep themselves from bursting out laughing, but they stopped when drunk Agatha gripped you by your suit's collar and pulled you in for a kiss.

It took you a couple of seconds to process what was happening while her lips were on yours, but when you did you pushed her away as fast as you could, "Agatha, I'm not into you, how many times must I tell you this, stop sending me your fucking letters, we broke up 10 months ago, go get laid by someone else!" You snapped, and the people around you were shocked, Agatha looked about on the verge of tears, she turned around and sped away. You immediately felt guilt rise up, but you pushed it away, Agatha should've known better. Little did you know, your other secret admirer, Wanda, was too in that bar, watching the scene unfold.

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After eating breakfast and getting ready, you headed downstairs to your car so you could head to S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters. That is wear Jimmy stopped you, "Darcy told me all about what went down last night, what a coincidence!" He laughed and so did you, "Yeah but I didn't mean to make her cry, but I just snapped, I forgot how difficult she is to handle.." "Well, more reasons as to why not to get back together!" he responded, putting a smile on your face, he always manages to do so. "Well I'll see you later, I'm heading to work." "Later!!" You heard him yell back as you walked away.

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When you arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your private study, not wanting to talk to anyone else of the incident. When you walked in you locked the door, but when you went to turn on the lamp in the dark room you were pinned against the door with speed "W-hat!?" "Shh hon.." when your eyes adjusted to the darkness you saw Wanda. "Wands?" Wanda laughed a bit at your nervousness, "Yes love."

"Uhm, why are you here, what is happening, what happened last night, do you like m-" before you could fins rambling, Wanda shut you up with a passionate kiss, when she finished she responded "Well, I never got to finish what I started last night, since you passed out, never even got a chance to taste you!" Now that your eyes were just about fully adjusted to the darkness, you could tell Wanda's eyes were blown and darkened with lust.

She rose her knee to be firmly placed against your already soaked pussy, she grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door with her body, and began to grind you into her thigh, making you moan and whimper, you bucked your knees and began going faster, already close to the edge. Her grip on your hips tightened and she started grinding you harder and faster against her thigh, and when you were about to fall of the edge, she pulled away.

"Hey what the h-" before you could protest she grabbed your neck and started kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth as she rotated the both of you and dropped you in an arm chair, she then quickly tore your shirt off and starting palming at the back of your bra. When she got it off, she put her mouth around your nipple while taking off your pants and underwear. She started kissing your neck leaving marks as she teased you. Her hands groped your tits and clit at the same time, but she also grabbed your nipples and pinched. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure as her soft touches sent waves of pleasure through your entire body.

She moaned as you started grinding into her hand, feeling your orgasm start to rise. You moaned "Ahhhhh!" loudly and leaned into her touch, and suddenly your wall dropped and your climax hit. She decided this was the right time to stick three fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and deep, through your orgasm. "Wands, sensitive, please" you mumbled, struggling to turn incoherent thoughts into coherent words. You could already feel the next orgasm coming quickly, she could tell from the way your pussy was clenching her fingers like she was their life line, "I saw what happened at the bar," she said as she was still thrusting into you, you moaning wildly, " I don't want you kissing anyone but me." and with one particularly hard thrust you fell of the edge screaming her name.

She wasn't done yet, she took out her fingers and put one to her mouth, tasting it, "Mmm, so sweet" she moaned, she put the other two fingers up to your mouth as she worked to sit between your legs, but you couldn't care less. "Try it" You opened you mouth and sucked on her fingers, groaning at the taste. "Yeah good I know right, can't wait for more" "Wait what do yo- OHHHhhHH" before you could finish, Wanda started devouring you, which you were not prepared for, Wanda was sitting between your legs and was sucking on your clit like a hungry infant, not only was her tongue going wild on you, her fingers she had just put in your pussy were slamming in and out and she took one and sucked on it. You tried to scream, but before you could Wanda took your clit between her teeth and bit down, feeling her teeth against your sensitive spot sent you to your climax, the only problem was you had no idea how.

You just fell in her arms, completely spent. Wanda crawled up and kissed you, leaning back against the wall with a smug look on her face. "Did you hear me, no more Agatha or anyone for that matter." "Yeah yeah, of course.." you mumbled as you lay comfortably in her arms. As you fell asleep, Wanda whispered in you ear,

"You're mine now detka."

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #dark wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #natasha romanoff #darcy x monica #darcy lewis #natasha romanoff x maria hill #jimmy woo #carol danvers #captain marvel #agatha harkness #first fic #possessive behavior

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A murderous game of cat and mouse

Summary: Your jealously reaches boiling point and shows Wanda how you deal with jealously, very dramatic of you to be honest poor Wanda, like she's stalked you for months and sent you poems and you treat her like this? God how dare you, poor Wanda

Words: 2,100

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI Angst and swearing, murder, blood. The serial killer Wanda becoming soft and underestimating Y/n and also brief mention of Agatha (she'll be in here more in the future)

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (if anyone wants to be added let me know!)

"So Y/n who's this grumpy cat sat next to you?" The woman sat across the booth from you with Nat stood above you and Wanda sat next to you "a friend, she's here to make sure you keep to your deal" Wanda looked at you surprised moving her hand to your knee but you didn't flinch instead keeping your eyes on Agatha and taking a drink of your cocktail "a friend huh? Well okay then"

The meeting carried on without another word about Wanda and finished in a timely manner with Agatha agreeing to keep business with you and the three of you leaving the place in relatively good spirits, that was until Wanda pulled you aside leaving Nat in the car

"Y/n my love I don't understand what's going on? Why are you upset?" Wanda intertwined your hands while you refuse to look at her "are you angry?"

You pulled your hand away reaching into her pocket for what you were looking for, the knife, you ran it across her bare arm wordlessly "Y/n?"

"You annoyed me before" you said grabbing her arm and digging the knife in cutting her "does it hurt?"

She shook her head "no" wincing slightly at the clear pain but still refusing to say it hurt

You half smiled "shame, I want to hurt you" you turned away from her leaving her bleeding but Wanda didn't want to let you go "moya lyubov' if you want to hurt me, hurt me, I can take it"

You turned back around looking at her pouting "come here" she near enough jumped into your arms happy to be touching you again, suddenly a sharp pain pierced her abdomen and she gasped "Y/n?"

You smirked against her neck "do you feel it? A hot white pain? That's how I felt seeing you flirt with my friend, you won't be sleeping with her anytime soon, you need to learn that just because you can kill a few men and sweet talk me with poetry doesn't mean you can be a fucking brat"

Wanda refused to fall down instead kissing you hard trying to get any kind of pleasure from the searing pain she felt, you kissed her back pulling the knife out of her stomach hearing her groan into your mouth

You pulled away from her "oh honey" you stroked her face, the sweat starting to gather on her face "you know you'll be okay but you know why I did it right?"

She nodded hoarsely apologising "s-sorry" she started to fall but Nat appeared holding her up by the waist "I leave you two alone for 20 minutes and you stab her? In broad daylight? You're brave" the world around Wanda started to blur and the voices echoed into the background as the blood pulsed through to her ears

"Well she wanted to see my jealousy, that's what she gets"

Nat approved "well damn, I'm impressed"

You took Wanda from Nat holding her up and kissing her cheek "don't get too cocky Nat, you're the one who started it, sleep with one eye open"

Nat laughed "yeah okay whatever, where are you taking her?"

"To the apartment, she needs to rest"

"I'll start the car up" Nat turned back to the car opening the door so Wanda could lay down in the backseat with you, her head was lay on your lap and you stroked the hair out of her face holding both hers and your hand on her wound "beautiful" you whispered and a small whimper escaped her lips "shh rest, you'll feel better soon"

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Wanda woke up a few hours later in a bed with a bandage around her stomach "good evening princess, we got you a burger, hope you're not vegan" Nat threw the bag at her and it "accidentally" fell onto her stomach "fuck off Natasha you did that purposely" she sat up stretching then immediately regretted it when the pain returned

"You deserved it you know?" The woman sat on the bed taking dome fries out of the bag eating them "I didn't think I deserved to be stabbed" she groaned

"Told you she's scary, but you impressed her by staying alive, she's waiting for you in the kitchen" Nat left Wanda alone to nibble at the burger but she eventually threw it away finding it inedible, finally she got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen seeing you sat on a stool looking through some papers and Wanda put on a happy demeanour.

"There's my killer girlfriend" she tried but you threw her a collar "wear it, I'm sick of the cat and mouse game, you want to be mine you will be, wear it"

Wanda scoffed "why don't you wear the collar? You're my pet" she picked the collar up still admiring the red colour "it is nice though"

You turned on the stool revealing another collar in your hand "I'll put it on when you do"

Wanda agreed putting the collar around her neck feeling your eyes on her the whole time "happy?" she finished and you jumped off of the stool walking towards her kissing on the cheek "you look beautiful" she kissed your lips refusing to let you stop but you pulled away just as quick "you don't get anything from me yet, we need to do something first, do you feel up to it?"

"Yes, yes anything!" Wanda cringed internally, she'd never sounded so desperate in her life "what do you need?"

Your hand skated over her bandage and the dried blood that had bled through admiring your own handiwork "I need to go and deal with someone, you can help me, come on" you left the kitchen followed by your redhead, she wondered what it was but she had a pretty good idea what it would be anyway, she was just happy you weren't still mad at her

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"So you want me to kill someone? Because you know I will, I stand by what I said detka, I'll kill anyone to make you happy"

You smirked at her desperation "and you think your a top, that's hilarious"

The woman shrugged "I'm still a top baby, we're just going through a rough patch"

You both entered an old abandoned warehouse and you searched for the light illuminating the room and Wanda's eyes landed to the middle of the room where an unconscious man sat "kill him and you'll get your wish to fuck me while covered in blood" you were pressed against her back kissing her neck and hearing her moan, god she was so sensitive for you.

"Who is he?" She asked

"Does it matter?" You pressed the special knife into her opened hand "our special knife is the perfect tool for him" you rounded her to face her and was bemused by her confused face "where has all that bravado gone mommy?"

The use of the moniker made Wanda drop the knife and then pick it up clumsily trying to keeping her composure "awe it's okay mommy I'll help you"

"Mommy doesn't need help" Wanda managed to say kissing you to hide her blush she felt creeping up "go on then princess, kill him, he's one of Agatha's little problems that needs to be solved"

Wanda nodded and moved closer to the man who started to wake up "what's-what's happening..."

"Agatha knows you're a snitch Bruce and wants you dead, my girl here plans on showing you just what happens to snitches, go on Scarlet"

"No! No come on man I haven't snitched on Agatha! She trusts me!" He tried pulling on his restraints but failed "you told Strucker about what Agatha was planning and now her plans have been sent back months-

"Fucking bitch!"

There was a hard punch stopping him talking from Wanda "don't you dare talk to you my girlfriend like that" her voice was quiet and scary making him swallow hard and twisting his face in surprise realising something "Wanda? That's the woman you've been stalking for months?! What the hell are you doing?"

Wanda's face drained of colour, she'd really hoped he didn't recognise her but that didn't work, looking back at you not realising you'd come closer and was standing behind her now "you know him honey?" You asked and Wanda shook her head "no, no I don't"

"Then do it, kill him" you kissed her shoulder letting your head rest there too "you know how to do it right? Just a stab through the carotid artery, the knife is sharp enough to do it, but you have to be confident, plus you'll be covered in blood and isn't that what you wanted?"

Wanda clenched her jaw and closed her eyes thinking, was she really going to kill an old partner of hers?

She opened her eyes taking the knife and stabbing deep in his neck, the blood splattering onto the knife, her hand and her arm, not as much blood as she wanted but enough

Bruce's gurgled noises and screams drowned out eventually and the man sat limp on the chair

"Well done princess, give me the knife" your hand found its way wrapped around the handle of the knife bringing it back to her and spinning Wanda around kissing her "are you okay?"

She smiled "absolutely" you went to speak again but Wanda stopped you taking back what little control she currently had "take your shirt off"

You stepped back "what?

Wanda wasted no time in stripping you of your shirt and going to cut your new bra off of you bit you stopped her annoying her "little girl I'm not going to be patient any longer, you've had your fun being in charge but its now time to get back to how we were, you doing exactly as I say-

You cut her off pulling at her collar "I'm not the bottom you think I am Scarlet"

You let go of the collar pushing her back a little "I was going to fuck you but you've ruined it, go and get cleaned up"

"Seriously?! Why are you acting like this?? I spent months and months chasing you, sending you poems and pictures and professing my love to you and we finally get together and your treating me like one of your victims!"

You were shocked into silence "what the fuck are you talking about? Why would I treat you like a victim? Don't ever say that to me again"

The woman continued "Oh hit a nerve did I?"

"Seem's we've gone past the honeymoon stage, shame it only lasted like a day" you were calm...too calm for anyone's liking, you picked up your shirt putting it back on without another word

Going to leave the room Wanda quickly followed you and you were both yet again seen by Nat who was intrigued by the conversation "trouble in paradise?"

"Fuck off Natalia" Wanda snapped and the other redhead sighed "so we're not having sex against a wall later? I was really looking forward to it and being covered in dirt from rolling around"

Her sarcastic voice was drowned out in the background as you both walked off back towards your apartment "why are we fighting?! Wanda shouted at you and you finally stopped turning back to her "I don't know Wanda, why are we fighting?"

She let out a sigh "okay look I'm sorry I said I felt like one of your victims why was it a big deal?"

"It doesn't matter, just-just leave me alone for a few hours please"

You stormed off leaving Wanda once again confused, stressed and sexually frustrated

"Well well Wanda, you've really messed that one up" Nat slid up to next to the stressed woman and watched you walk off, the silence engulfing them both for a little while, finally Nat spoke up first

"Her last relationship didn't end well"

She turned to Nat listening intently, she probably shouldn't be telling Wanda this but she carried on

"Long story short Miss Witch, she had to kill her because she was giving away information and we found out....she was heartbroken and when we had to do it she kept saying she was a victim of circumstance, Y/n couldn't do it, I had to do it, not that I minded she was a bitch anyway"

Wanda was shocked, is that why you sounded so annoyed when she accused you of calling her a victim?

Nat noticed her internal struggle "you called yourself a victim didn't you?"

She nodded and Nat smacked her on the back of the head "fucking idiot"

Wanda rubbed her head where she slapped and muttered things under her breath

"I didn't mean to insult or upset her-

Nat cut her off "don't apologise to me red"

"You're right, okay take me to the apartment"

Nat patted her on the back "yes second boss"

"I'm getting a sense of Déjà vu here" both women went back to the car getting in and just sat for a moment "do I get her flowers?"

Nat burst out laughing "flowers?! She's not a whiny teenage girl Wanda, just go and apologise eat her out for a few hours and she'll be fine"

"Now thats something I can do! Alright let's go"

#marvel #Marvel au #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #a murderous game of cat and mouse #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #dark!wanda maximoff #dark!reader

[p-taryn-dactyl]

this isn’t goodbye, it’s simply see you later II

a/n: thank you so much for your kind words on the first part of this series! i hope you enjoy part 2 :)

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): post break up - nightmares - descriptions of possibly graphic occurrences - Y/N is bitter - Agatha is shocked - we learn (a little bit) more of Y/N’s background - my italian is…not good so i relied heavily on google translate, my deepest apologies - feels rushed (?) - Y/N's brothers are from another cinematic/tv universe but I couldn't help myself lol - I'm not Italian, I have not yet been to Italy (but I will be this summer), I am American and all depictions of Europe/italy in this fic will be most likely stereotypical bc as stated before, I have not been to Italy and all my references are movies

prompt: agatha breaks up with you in the late 1800s because she can’t handle the idea of you dying. little does she know that you’re also immortal. years, years, and years later, you both run into each other in a market

part two: the past collides

You knew to expect the nightmares, the visions of that day, that week, playing over and over in your head like some demented film. At night, you could feel the heat, the ash settling on your skin, a blanket that trapped you within your mind. The haunting screams of your neighbors sent chills up your spine. 

At one point, they had gotten better. You could sleep at night without the smell of charred flesh keeping you awake. You could sleep without the suffocating survivor's guilt weighing on your chest. You could sleep without reliving the destruction of your home.

But then, she left you. Left you to fend for yourself while nursing a broken heart.

And so, the nightmares returned.

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When the tremors began, no one panicked. No one fled the city, no one put up any precautions, not one person felt the stillness in the air, like the gods above were holding their breath. Years later, you admitted to an itch under your skin, like you were waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. 

You were in your courtyard, examining your lemon crops, enjoying the warm breeze as your light weight dress swayed around your ankles, when the sky screamed and the ground shook. Cries of your city rang through the air as hot ash fell from the ashes, burning skin and destroying livelihoods. 

Hours compacted into minutes as you stood frozen, watching the destruction of your city. Building crumbled, people encased in ash, waves of heat blowing by to take the last strands of hope away. You remember crawling out from your crumbled courtyard, desperately looking around until you looked up to see a rock falling from the giant cloud of darkness, hurtling, hurtling, hurtling, until your vision went dark. 

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Gasping, you sat up in your bed, clutching your sheets to your chest, breath erratic. Slowly, you calmed down, running a hand through your hair and dragging it down across your face until you checked the time. Sighing, you leaned back in bed, the bright 6:00am numbers blaring in your mind. Today would be a calm day, you told yourself, melting back into your blanket, letting your eyes close, going back into the peaceful darkness-

“Rise and shine!” 

The door to your room burst open, revealing one of your brothers holding a tray full of food, some of which looked extremely unbalanced. 

“Damon, I swear to god-”

The tray plopped down on you, splashing your face with orange juice and coolled bacon grease. You struggled to hold back a smile as you wiped away the offending juices, sending your brother an amused look as he stood at the end of your bed, hands behind his back as he looked at you expectantly. 

“Did you do this yourself?” 

You asked, picking up a piece of bacon with slight skepticism. Damon rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on his lips. 

“Don’t worry, Sofie helped, and Stefan, if you count pointing out the fact I was holding a knife wrong helping.” 

You snorted, digging into your breakfast after learning it wasn’t solely the work of your brother. 

“We should really give Sofie a raise, I mean, being stuck with me for eternity is a gift but you and Stefan? Oof-”

You threw an apple slice at Damon, who dogged it with a laugh. 

“Come on, sorella, when you’re finished eating, get dressed, we’re going down to the farmers market. A friend of our fathers is in from Croatia with some extremely expensive fabrics he thought you might like.” 

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Agatha walked through the ancient streets of Italy, breathing in the clear air as her footsteps echoed on the cobblestones. She had pulled back her hair, her long dark curls swaying in the warm summer wind. This was exactly the escape she needed after the disaster in Westview and her breaking free of the mental torture Wa- The Scarlet Witch had put her in. 

It was earlier in the morning yet Agatha heard the voices of a crowd a few streets down. Turning a corner, she saw a market place, filled with Italian goods and imports from all over Europe and the world. Swallowing down a pull in her heart, a pull that reminded her of the times you would ramble about your homeland, of the clear air and the markets full of goods, Agatha made her way into the market. She twirled her fingers nonchalantly, purple smoke poofing Italian euros into her pocket. For once in her life, the witch had no agenda. 

She made her way through the crowd, stopping at every other vendor to examine the goods. At one stop, her eyes caught a gorgeous roll of fabric, its captivating color dazzling in the sun. Agatha reached for it, as if in a gaze, not noticing the other hand also going to grasp the cloth. As her hand brushed the skin of the others, a spark went up her arm, causing Agatha to gasp as she pulled away, her eyes widening as she saw a ghost from her past.

-

After breakfast, you got dressed while joking with Sofie about what had happened in the kitchen this morning. Your flowing skirt with a lightweight blouse tucked in would help you keep cool in the summer’s heat. Just as Sofie finished braiding your hair, a tradition you two had kept since the eruption, your father walked into your room with a wide smile on his face. 

“Are you ready, il mio fiore?” 

You nodded, standing up and hooking your arm with Sofie’s. 

As you walked down the streets of your homeland, your mind couldn’t help but stray into the differences that had occurred over the millenia. The culture, the architecture, the people, had all changed yet you still couldn’t ignore the distinct sense of home you felt as you passed by every house, shop, restaurant. 

Once you were in the market, Sofie made her way to the vendor which sold Venetian glass so she could definitely not flirt with the vendor's son. You wandered through the market, your father at your side, rambling about how he saw an Avenger yesterday. You nodded and smiled at a passersby, laughing slightly at your father’s ridiculous story. He gently touched your elbow, causing the two of you to pause in front of the vendor with the gorgeous fabric. When your eyes met the cloth, your mind started calculating all you could make with it. Definitely a dress for Sofie when she landed a date with that vendor’s son she definitely wasn’t flirting with. A shirt for Damon, a belt for Stefan, a pair of spectacular slacks for yourself- You hadn’t noticed you were reaching for the fabric when your hand brushed against someone else’s. You gasped, looking up as if to apologize for your daze when your eyes met shocked blue ones. Taking a step back, it was like time paused around you. Your father continued to speak with the vendor as you stared down the lookalike of the woman who broke your heart. Cocking your head to the side, you barely registered that the woman was stuttering out incomplete sentences, obviously as shocked as you were. You felt an air around her, one which you dismissed all those years ago. Magic. Agatha was a witch. This wasn’t a lookalike, this…this was truly Agatha Harkness. 

“Y/N?” 

Her quiet voice broke through your thoughts, causing your eyes to snap once more to hers. 

“How is this…? I mean, I thought you were…” 

Dead. The unused word rang between the both of you. 

You had also assumed Agatha dead, you had mourned her in the 50s, not leaving your bed as it had crashed upon you that your great love had passed. 

“You were wrong.” 

Your cold tone caused Agatha to visibly pale, her own words from so long ago echoed back to her. She opened her mouth to speak but you turned toward the vendor, your tone deceptively sweet. 

“Mi scusi signore, vorrei il resto di questa stoffa per favore.” 

As the vendor carefully wrapped your purchase, you felt Agatha’s eyes boring into you. After you paid, you told your father you would be leaving, letting him have more time with his friend. But as you turned to leave, a hand grasped your arm, fingers tightening desperately. You didn’t turn around but you did pause. 

“Y/N, please, how is this possible?” 

Sighing, you did turn around. 

“I guess there are things about me you never got to learn.”

a/n: ahhhhh I finally finished part 2!! hopefully you enjoyed this!! sorry for the sudden ending though lol

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness fanfiction

[mrsagathaharkness]

What Are We?

AGATHA HARKNESS x READER

SUMMARY: Wanting to be more than just ‘friends’.

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I couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t. This has been happening a lot lately and I really didn't know why, but the one thing that did help me wind down for the evening was reading a book, so I decided to sneak out of my house and head on over to the town library. I also decided to invite Agatha, my neighbor, to join me.

Within 5 minutes, I got a notification. I grab my phone out of my pocket and take a look.

Agatha <3: Sounds fun! Meet you there, hon, xoxo

I couldn’t help but smile. Her and I have only recently started seeing each other and it wasn't anything serious…though I wished otherwise. I couldn’t help it. From how attractive she is to her charming personality, it was next to impossible. You try having a woman as exquisite as her shamelessly flirting with you for weeks and try not to fall. You can’t.

Since I was one of the employees who worked at the library, I had a spare key. I unlock the back entrance, get in and close it behind me. Five minutes were spent browsing through the isles, until I eventually found a novel I’ve been meaning to start. I found my favorite spot in the whole building, which was a small corner at the very end of it, and snuggled into the couch.

All was at peace, before I heard footsteps.

I figured it was just my mind playing tricks on me, so I chose to ignore it...then I heard it again. I looked back at the entrance and saw no one coming in or going out. I turn back to see someone standing right in front of me, making me almost scream, when she covers my mouth,

"Shhh, it's just me", Agatha said chuckling,

"That was NOT funny!", I yell-whisper,

She sat down next to me, amused at my jumpiness. I take a moment, before scooting closer. She takes the opportunity to rest her head on my shoulder and all I could focus on was how sweet her hair smelled and how soft it was against my face.

“Which part are you on?”, she asked,

Her question brought me back to reality. I placed my finger on the 4 line. She hums and starts to read along. Her hand finds its way onto my thigh, halting my breath. All I felt in that moment was the biggest rush of butterflies in my stomach, all from just her hand on my leg. God, what is wrong with me. She notices how stiff I’d become and looks up at me.

“Are you alright, baby?”, concern present in her voice,

She didn’t not just call me baby, while I’m over here trying not melt into a puddle. Come on, it’s now or never. Just do it, coward.

"What are we?", the bluntness catching the older woman off guard,

"What do you mean?", she questioned,

Straightening her posture.

"Well, we've been hanging out more and more recently, so I was just...wondering", I explained,

The room went silent for a moments. You could cut the tension with a knife. Her sky blue orbs meet my own, as Agatha finally spoke. She gently reached over, cupping my cheek.

"We can be whatever you want…”, she assured,

Taking my hands into hers.

“All I ask is that you keep me around", she replied,

It was as if time stopped and everything else disappeared…all except…her. Was this real? Was this just a dream? Will I wake up and be faced with nothing but disappointment. All doubts melted away, the moment I felt her thumbs rubbing the back of my hands.

"Do you really mean it?", I asked,

Wanting reassurance. She simply chuckled to herself, before returning her attention back to me.

"Of course, whatever your comfortable with, I'm okay with, but to be honest, I really like you, (Y/N)", she admits,

Looking at me with the most loving gaze. I couldn’t help but smile at her words. She leans in.

“Every”

She kisses my cheek.

“Single”

Then kisses my other.

“Part”

Moves onto my forehead.

“Of”

Her lips meet the tip of my nose, causing a giggle to escape my lips.

“You”

Finally, her lips locked with mine and it was something better than I could ever have dreamed of.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness one shot #agatha harkness fluff #agatha harkness smut #agatha harkness angst

[greenxprof]

cw: mother's day, hospital

Like every year, Green, Daisy and their grandmother Agatha visited miss Sara Oak in her privative room at Celadon's Hospital to celebrate the mother's day.

They'd bring flowers and chocolate, books for Sara to read, souvenirs from all over the world in the hopes they could make her world a bit bigger once again. Then, she'd smile and speak with her weak tiny voice even though everyone would ask her not to.

But today it's different.

The past months it seems Sara's health has gotten even worse. Without strength to move or sit down, without strength to stay awake for too long. Not even her hands could sign words of reassurance anymore.

The mood inside the room was gloomy. Agatha kept complaining about how Yukinari hasn't come yet- and how he almost never did. About how this aught to be all his fault for not properly taking care of her child.

Daisy worked hard to pacify their grandmother. It was a remembrance of how Green's pregnancy took a heavy tool on her body; how it was actually his fault rather than Oak's. But the young professor couldn't say anything except stay on his foot by the door, hands tucked inside his pockets, heavy bags under his eyes.

Eventually, Agatha left after kissing her daughter goodbye.

The siblings stayed in silence for long moments, quietly listening to the low noise Sara's breathing machine would make. Carefully gazing at her sleeping face, looking so skinny and undead as a living person could.

"Green..." she started, softly. "You know none of this is your fault."

He looked down with a frown, words locked inside his throat as he felt like maybe he was becoming a little like his mother and unable to breath as well.

"Grandma is just upset about mom. Just like we are. She's not very good at expressing her emotions and that's why she gets angry. I'm sure she's just-..."

"I know." the professor cut his sister. His steps echoes as he approached his mother's bed. "I know..."

Daisy looked down at the book she bought as a gift for her mother. A history book, because she knew Sara were very interested about the past and the lore of the whole world.

There were other books around the room. Books she read and cherished, books her children has brought her so her tiny world could feel a little bigger again.

Green, without looking away from his mother's face, spoke with a harsh simple tone about something they've been avoiding for so long.

"She's gonna die soon."

It's not like Daisy had how to complain. She felt like chiding him for saying something so gloomy but the odds weren't good for them. The doctors and nurses have been giving them sad, empathetic looks for weeks now.

"Maybe it's for the best." which made his sister frown. But he continued before she could speak up: "Because then she wouldn't need to suffer anymore. Tied to this bed for almost thirty years. Only able to breath because of a machine. Physiotherapy for her legs because she's never been able to get up and walk around anymore.

I know... she's always said it didn't bother her. But I know it did... It does."

Daisy did not feel good about this. Although her little brother has a point, it's just insensitive to say such things out loud. Maybe Sara missed being free, but it doesn't mean her life here was bad.

Right?

It's not because Green blames himself for every little problem in the word that he gets to speak such mean things.

"I thought you had grown up." sharp like a knife, yet quiet. "Mom loves being alive no matter if she had to be in the hospital. She loves us, and she can be happy despite her limitations!"

That is true. But the shame just adds another weight for the scales of his sins. How would he not feel like she could have such a better, fulfilling life if it wasn't by that? We all want out lovely ones to be healthy and happy.

He doesn't look at his sister. Instead, he leans closer to his mother.

Only if he could change places with her. She'd be much happier; she'd be astounding as a history researcher, she'd make everyone so much proud. A gem that would undoubtedly make the world brighter for everyone.

Instead, he's nothing but a boy playing professor.

"You should leave if you're gonna keep acting like a spoiled kid. But... I wish she'd wake up before you go, so you can wish her a happy mother's day."

He doesn't.

Instead, he walks back to the door, still not looking back to his sister. He speaks a little louder now;

"I'm gonna go find Gramps and drag him here." that, Daisy could agree. "If she wakes up..."

"I'll tell her." she nodded slowly, ignoring as the young professor who didn't even took off his jacket left and closed the door behind him.

Despite hating the way he said it, it was clear there was a thing she couldn't disagree, no matter how hard and heart-wrenching it was. She only hopes she right when saying Sara loved her life.

But their mother did not wake up that day.

#bit angst #;;not to ruin the mood of today but #drabble #cw mothers day #mother's day #cw hospitals #leo green #mothers day

[theroyalsims]

A ROYAL BETRAYAL: PRINCESS INGRID’S BOYFRIEND ANNOUNCES *SURPRISE* ENGAGEMENT WITH HRH’S FORMER ROOMMATE

Eagle-eyed royal fans spotted a suspicious engagement announcement from none other than Princess Ingrid’s boyfriend, Caspian Ruiz.

Ruiz’s engagement to Miss Abigail Nochtrunne was announced via The Brindelton Daily, under the “Upcoming Weddings” section, along with a photo of the couple (see top photo). The announcement reads:

“Quintillan and Augusta Ruiz proudly announce the engagement of their son, Caspian Ruiz to Miss Abigail Nochtrunne, daughter of Sir Herbert Nochtrunne and Lady Nicoletta Braun-Nochtrunne. The couple will wed at St. Agatha Church later this year.”

However, the head-scratching thing about the announcement is the fact that up until the announcement was made public, Caspian is known to be dating Princess Ingrid and the two have not broken up. One insider spills:

“This is just remarkably heartbreaking for Ingrid because she was left in total darkness by her boyfriend of almost two years. Things were okay between the two. While they’re not spending as much time together - Ingrid’s been busy, especially since she’s taking on official engagements now - they’re in constant communication, and they most certainly did not split or break up. There was no fight, no argument. Everything seemed great... and then this. Ingrid literally went to sleep thinking she was in a relationship with this great dude, and woke up single.”

Even more terrible for Ingrid, her boyfriend (or should we say ex-boyfriend) is now engaged to her university roommate and close friend, Abigail Nochtrunne. Ingrid and Abigail started off as dorm mates and then they decided to live off campus and rent a flat together. They became really good friends, and they both featured quite heavily on each other’s social media accounts. 

(Above: Princess Ingrid was good friends with the bride-to-be. The two shared a flat together when they attended university. The two featured quite regularly in each other’s social media accounts. However, upon checking, Princess Ingrid’s account has been purged of all photos with Abigail, while the latter’s account has been set to private.)

And perhaps to drive the knife even deeper and make the betrayal far worse, Abigail is confirmed to be pregnant and surprise, surprise, Caspian is the father. The insider further spills:

“The wedding is a shotgun wedding, because Abigail is pregnant with Caspian’s baby. She’s well into her second trimester and both families are starting to panic because they don’t want the baby to be born a bastard. The Nochtrunnes are old rich and the Ruiz Family may be an immigrant family, but they’re immensely wealthy, too - a union of the two families would be a decent match, and more importantly, the child would not be illegitimate. 

Ingrid knew, of course that Abigail is pregnant, but she wasn’t privy to the fact that it was her boyfriend who knocked her best friend up. 

You know what makes things even worse? Ingrid sent Abigail a gift when she found out the latter was pregnant.”

(Above: File photo - Princess Ingrid exits a friend’s flat, walking hand-in-hand with boyfriend, Caspian Ruiz.)

Princess Ingrid and Caspian have always been public with their relationship. They were last seen together over three weeks ago, having dinner at a posh restaurant downtown. The two also flew to Arendahl some months ago to visit Prince Nicky back when he was still training. 

Well, we suppose congratulations are in order for Caspian and Abigail, but our hearts go out to Princess Ingrid who appears to have been betrayed by two people she loved and trusted. 

At least you dodged this bullet, Your Royal Highness! You deserve far better than a lying, scumbag cheater. 

What is it with our Brindleton royal ladies and broken hearts? Maybe there’s something in the water back at the palace?

#ts4 #theroyalsims #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #simblr #ts4 royals #ts4 royalty #ts4 royal family #ts4 royal legacy #ts4 royal story #ingrid #mystory

[ythealleycat]

Tagged by @briar-ffxiv. Thank you!

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Three Ships:

I don't think I can name three because Nhe'a and Sonja (@crafting-illusions-ffxiv) occupy my entire brain. DIY blorbo brainrot.

Nhe'a wasn't made with shipping in mind, and initially I was looking for found family type connections for him. Well and then he met Sonja and they fell for each other so hard that it completely changed the trajectory of both of their narratives.

Honourable mention to the Two Scary Tall Ladies (platonic) dynamic of Agatha and @fourteenadventures 's Celadine

First Ship:

Before I got into the FFXIV RPC, I had a period of writing DRK throuple fic with a generic WoL. It's still my favourite of all the job stories

Currently Consuming:

Mint and honey tea

Currently Watching:

My cat, who is sleeping

Last Movie:

The most recent one would be a re-watch of Pacific Rim (so sad that they only ever made just the one, alas); the most recent new movie (new to me, anyway) is Knives Out, however

Last Song:

Bishops Knife Trick (Fall Out Boy)

Currently Reading:

Harrow the Ninth, interspersed with volumes of The Way Of The Househusband. Up next is either Shards of Earth or Ancillary Justice, I haven't decided yet

Currently Craving:

Udon soup. Miso, a soft-boiled egg, bit of nori. Yeah.

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Tagging: @fourteenadventures, @alaylaria, @alun-ura, @wildgirlcinna, @riftdancing, @the-littlest-kojin, @merlwybs-wife, @starsweetiie, @dawnstriding, @magistrixbee, and anybody who'd like to

[tentaipetto]

Chapter 10

No one in the tavern noticed Agatha as she nursed her small cup of a warm wine type beverage that wasnt designed to quench the thirst but to warm the metaphorical cockles. Cupping her hands around her drink to keep the chill off them she breathed deeply, reaffirming her resolve in the fragments of the only plan she had she looked around the room from the imagined safety of her cloaks hood. There were the usual types, the old boys propping up the bar, always with a story to tell anyone unlucky enough to have to sit next to them. There were ladies in the corner who looked far too colourful for thier own good, tall muscular men in the other corner looking at the women like they were an appetizer, and the barman in the appropriate spot keeping an eye on the comings and goings. Barmen always seem to know everything without being told anything Agatha mused. It must be incredibly useful to have so much information, 'Information is Power' she had once heard from someone wise and old (so it must be true). Agatha wasnt entirely clear on how information was power, but the wise one had seemed very certain of it. So barmen, she calculated, must be very powerful indeed. It should be noted at this point that Agatha, although well meaning and fericiously loyal, wasnt the brightest button in the box. She was clever in the ways of family life, she could sort of two squabbling children soon as look at them, but she wasnt worldly. She`d never had the need to be truth be told. Her entire life had been lived in Longthorne, when it was supposed to be, where she was comfortable. This place, this place was not comfortable for her mind. Her body was rather enjoying itself though, much to Agathas annoyance. She was becoming tipsy on the surprisingly strong drink she had been served, she was feeling excitement and anticipation of where she would end up tomorrow. But it was all over-shadowed by the longing she felt in her heart to protect her daughter, her baby. Its funny how children are always babies to thier mothers. No matter how old. There are so many women out there with 30 year old babies its positively an epidemic! She had paid for a room for the night, as the thought of spending another one in a haystack really wasnt appealing. On inspection, she wasnt sure which of the two options was worse. But there were at least walls around this haystack, and she could shoo most of the rodents and insects out of it before she plopped down to rest. In the back of her mind, Agatha was clutching on to the hope that a good nights sleep would make all of this madness seem more tolerable in the morning, but realistically she knew it would look just as mad, if not moreso. She let her eyes grow heavy, her eyelids weakening to consciousness, and she drifted off to sleep, to dream of Ismelda, to dream of the end of the world.

- Agatha awoke so the sounds of the bar downstairs and the smell of bacon. Its a smell that is almost universal in how people respond to it, salivation. Agatha dressed quickly and headed downstairs to fill her belly and try and find the path she needed to take. She had to do something, she had figured, after sending Ismelda away, so she was on her way to visit the Scryer. She didnt however, have any idea how to find him. But she felt sure that if she did she would be able to glean some more information from him, some way to fix what had happened, some way to make him see that hed got it all wrong. That it was all some horrible mistake and that he should be very sorry for making her believe that sending Ismelda away was what needed to be done. Moreso than all of this though, she just needed to feel like she was doing something. It was thick bacon, the barman, now the chef, picked it up out of the pan with his knife and placed it onto Agathas waiting plate. She regarded it with some admiration, shed never known a man that cooked before, she was quietly impressed. Breakfast was a quiet affair, most of the customers were still hazy from the night before and prefered not to have too much commotion at this time of the morning, which suited Agatha who like to feel the solitude close in around her. She felt almost comforted by the loneliness. She ate in peace and then made her way towards the barman, if anyone was going to be able to offer her some answers it would be him.

The barman, a man who seemed to be built entirely of muscle and hair, stared the small wrinkled woman up and down. She must be a screw loose he concluded, no one was really that daft. She really was asking 'which way to the painted mountain' and she really did think it was a real mountain. The barman subconsciously calculated if he could make a profit out of this situation but decided that he would give the woman the information as a gift, she looked like she could use some kindness in her life and right now, he was doing pretty ok. "You appear to have misunderstood mam, the Painted Mountain is not a mountain, it is a very old building" Agathas eyes glazed over as every image she had thought up of the scryer disappeared out of her head in one fail swoop. "A building?" "Yes, in fact it is a tavern, of sorts, its kind of a tavern and a museum and a monestery….its the sort of place you need to see" Agatha nodded, this was getting more confusing by the minute, but she had come this far, it seemed silly to just wander back home now. "So, where do I find this place?" "Its a long way mam, a very long way from here, its on the border with the Western Isles, happens to be on the side of a mountain but I dont think thats relevant really" He nodded, he seemed to be finished with his explanation. Agatha figured that was enough information to be getting on with for now, at least she had a direction, something to head for. At least she was trying to find an imaginary mountain anymore. She thanked the barman for his kindness in offering the information for free, she knew that was a special thing. He smiled as best he could with what teeth hadnt been knocked out of his head through various bar brawls over the years. Agatha left the tavern with a renewed sense of purpose. Not much else, but she did have that.

[whattheabcxyz]

2023-12-27

Singapore

Jail for man who threatened doctors & nurses with Swiss Army knife & hurled vulgarities at them - drugs most likely to blame for his behaviour

Serangoon North shop owners frustrated over MRT construction barriers affecting sales

MOH says HIV disclosure law being reviewed - under current law, those with HIV/AIDS or who suspect themselves of having it must disclose their condition to their partner; advocacy groups argue that this is counterproductive to health goals

Singapore port hits all-time high of 3b gross tons in vessel arrivals this year

$15m plan by industry body to drive up chartered accountant numbers here

Indian family gets scammed trying to buy organic eggs off Facebook - they were sent a phishing link as usual, which they stupidly clicked on & used to enter their bank details, & now they are insisting that the banks take partial responsibility for their actions 😣

Money mule hiring spree goes digital as crime syndicates turn to Telegram

Bookshops, art dealers & theatre companies worry consumers will cut non-essential spending next year when GST is raised yet again - maybe then don't go into businesses like these if you're worried about making a decent living?! 🙄

30 people under probe after multi-agency anti-crime blitz in Geylang

2 women arrested for evading roadblock

Condo rents decreased for 4th consecutive month in Nov, but HDB rents rebounded

Science

Scientists destroy 99% of cancer cells in the lab using vibrating molecules - well, it's not 100%, & it wasn't done in humans

Nature

Reindeer can not only sleep with their eyes open, but also do other stuff (like chewing their food) while sleeping!

Art

^ This isn't a real human, but a sculpture!!! 😳

Home

Ceiling fan blade breaks off while in use - the family whose home the fan was installed in was luckily unharmed as they were not in the room; the fan had only been in use for 4 years

People

Parasite actor Lee Sun-Kyun found dead of apparent suicide - he'd been under investigation for drug use

Food

Stall owner in China beats customer up for adding "too much" vinegar to his meal - well, this just about sums up the Chinese mentality of everything revolving around $$$ & $$$ alone!!!

Gossip

K-pop star Park Bom's latest plastic surgery fail - those heavily plastic-surgeried pop stars & actresses all look like carbon copies of one another now

Entertainment

BBC's adaptation of Agatha Christie's "Murder Is Easy" sees protagonist changed from white colonial police officer to black Nigerian - when're they going to a do a black adaptation of Mulan or Pocahontas then? lol

#singapore #science #nature #art #home #people #food #gossip #entertainment

[caroldantops]

blood on a marble wall (iii) || a.h.

ship: evil stepmother!agatha harkness x fem!reader; mentions of fem!reader x various other characters 

warnings: 18+ only; dark fantasy au (stepcest, manipulation, corruption, brainwashing), smut (dubcon, somnophilia), illness related death, very vague depictions of murder/violence (not graphic)

part i  ▪  part ii   ▪  part iii (you’re here!)  ▪  part iv - finale  ▪ bonus

One week before you’re set to return to the kingdom, you wake up with a layer of sweat forming on your body. The thin nightgown that you brought with you clings tight to your skin, damp from your perspiration. 

You gasp as you realize that cold hands have found their way under the cloth. You catch her hand by the wrist, stopping her from exploring further down your torso. Agatha barely flinches at being caught. “You’re awake.” 

“What are you doing?” 

“Sorry, princess. I’m just a little… antsy. And you looked so precious in your sleep,” Agatha hums. You take in the way she bites her lip as she waits for you to respond before making any other move. Her hair is disheveled from sleep, and you love the way the few silvery streaks among the dark locks shimmer in the moonlight that pours into her bedroom. “You were making some cute noises too. Good dreams?” 

Embarrassment washes over you, and you release her wrist. “Um, yeah. They were good, I suppose.” 

“Oh, please, do not elaborate any further,” Agatha says sarcastically. You roll your eyes and she pinches the skin below your breasts. “Don’t roll those eyes at me, missy.” 

“Sorry.” 

“I bet it was about one of those pretty maidens you think nobody knows about. Who was it, hm? That one from the armory, the blacksmith. Carol, was it? I do see the way you admire her while she works. Or perhaps that rogue your father hires, Natalia. Quite the looker, that one. Oh! I bet it was that Bishop girl. The archer. You two do seem rather friendly.” 

“No, it wasn’t any of them,” you blush at how much Agatha knows about your trysts. 

“Oh?” She settles her hand on your stomach, fingers tracing lightly along the soft skin there. You don’t remove her hand this time. 

“It was…um. It was you. You were in my dream.” 

“Was I?” Agatha feigns surprise. She knew exactly what your dream was about. The purple glow in your eyes was still shimmering from when you were sleeping. But she couldn’t abandon the opportunity to tease you about your promiscuity. “What was I doing?” 

A gasp escapes your lips as Agatha trails her fingers to the edge of your undergarments, playing with the delicate lace edges of the silk panties that you are now realizing are slick with need. 

“Something similar to this, as a matter of fact.” 

“Mm, do you wanna tell me what happens next?” 

“Agatha…We can’t.” You don’t stop her, you don’t want to. The words falling from your lips are the last piece of logic, the last semblance of self-control you have keeping you from wrapping yourself around Agatha and not letting go. It’s hanging on by a thin string, and Agatha’s lips now ghosting over yours is a knife millimeters away from slicing you free. 

“What’s stopping us, darling? I’m the queen, you’re the princess. Shouldn’t we get to indulge in our hearts’ desires?” 

You surge forward, crashing your lips into hers. Both pairs of hands feverishly grasp at the little clothing keeping your skin from each other. Nothing you’ve ever experienced before could compare to feeling Agatha dance her magic along your skin, over your curves, through your folds. And you’re just as content to bury yourself between her thighs for hours, days, weeks. 

In fact, for the rest of the week at Agatha’s cottage, your magic lessons are forgotten. You find it much more satisfying to fall to your knees for Agatha rather than fussing over some silly potion. Besides, Agatha has plenty of magic for the both of you. 

When you return to the kingdom, your head is filled with Agatha’s ideas of how to properly take over as queen.

That day comes sooner than expected, your father’s illness taking a turn for the worst. Even the medicine from Wanda, who notably is able to cure just about any ailment, fails. 

Agatha is the only comfort during this. Though there’s a pang of betrayal that you feel run through your veins at the thought of sleeping with your dying father’s wife, she soothes you by emphasizing that you two only have each other now. 

The king passes in the coming weeks. Other kingdoms get word of this, and not taking the opportunity to strike a kingdom after the death of their king while his lonely daughter is still mourning would be foolish. 

Stephen - the most annoying of the advisors, unfortunately sharing a name with Steve, your most faithful guard - urges you to prepare the army. 

“My closest are prepared. Natalia and Yelena already have their stations set. Same with Steve and his men. Agatha’s told me there’s no need for the whole army, so long as my most loyal are prepared.” You don’t even look at the man as you sit over your father’s grave. The crowning ceremony was supposed to be tomorrow, and you know that the chances of sabotage are imminent. 

“And I’m telling you that there is. Your stepmother is going to get you killed, probably so she can take the crown.” You snap at that, shoving Stephen to the ground and marching back to the castle. 

Despite people like Stephen, most of the castle is starkly on your side. You’re not sure if they simply have such loyalty to the crown that they’re ready to take your every order, or if Agatha has some influence in this. 

(You swear when you’re talking to some of the guards, their eyes sparkle with purple)

As the ceremony begins, Agatha standing at your side as you wait with bated breath for the moment your entire life has led up to, knights from another kingdom interrupt. Civilians scramble to get away to the safety of their homes. The general calls up to you, offering you a chance to surrender. But just as soon as he says the words, a shimmering purple arrow strikes him through the heart. (Forged by Carol, shot by Kate, enchanted by Agatha.)

The army advances quickly at the death of their leader, but an earthquake rumbles and topples them all to their knees. 

You barely flinch as a scaled beast more than half the size of the castle wraps its tail around you protectively. Your hands graze the shimmering purple scales, a deep warmth emerging from them. Agatha had told you of how long she’s worked at this spell, and if the large leathery wings, curling horns, and puffs of smoke are any indication, it seems she’s mastered it. 

Some foolish members of the army attempt to strike Agatha’s thick hide with arrows, but to no avail. A thundering roar that sounds an awful lot like a laugh sends the men running. The ones that manage to get away from the flames, anyway.

Your guards manage to take a few of the men down as well, telling them to send messages of warning to their kings. You can’t help but laugh as someone as non-threatening as Kate Bishop manages to strike such fear in a hulking swordsman’s heart. But when one has a dragon on their side, it’s rather easy to look more intimidating. 

Once the chaos ends, Agatha returns to her human form, grinning at the dark smile on your face. “Now that that’s taken care of, I believe we were in the middle of something rather important.” 

Agatha gets the honor of crowning you, giving you a chaste kiss on the forehead, shimmering with purple sparks as she places the delicately crafted piece on your head. 

“My princess has come so far.” 

“Not without you,” you whisper, though the cheers of celebration from your guards and knights drown it out anyway. “After all, mother knows best.”

(next part - finale)

#agatha harkness x reader #c: agatha #stepcest cw #darkfics #silver writes #headcanons #castle au #im VERY HAPPY WIT H THIS #guys i have SOOO much lore stuff for this au godddd

[momolady]

Vampire Girlfriend: Epiphania 2

Love never dies. Not the weird musical sequel. just vampires.

Male Reader x Female Monster (both cis)

I leave the True Love’s Kiss, perturbed by what transpired between Epiphania and I, and go home to my apartment, finding my kitchen in a shocking state of disarray. My pad is on the floor and my pens are scattered everywhere. Chairs are toppled over, and the table has been pushed into the counter. My laptop, though, has been neatly set on the kitchen counter. I pick up one of the chairs and sit down, staring over my kitchen. As I do this, I see a small, blinking light in the corner of my eye. The red reminds me of my dream, and for a moment I panic before I realize it’s just my recorder, I sigh. But wait - if the light is on… I get up, picking up the recorder and checking the log on the back display. It’s been recording since I called Epiphania last night.

“Strange.” I return to the table and place the recorder for me. “Alright, what happened last night?” I whisper as I turn it on.

“Might I ask you something strange?” Dr. Epiphania’s voice stirs mixed emotions in me. She was right, the questions were easy, and the answers were the hard part. Our conversation goes on until that moment I last remember. “It won’t hurt, I promise.” Epiphania says gently.

I’m chuckling. “Okay, go ahead.” There’s some breathing through the silence, and then I can hear myself hit the floor.

“Theo!” Epiphania whispers urgently. “I’m here. It’s going to be okay.”

I hear myself speaking, but it’s not in any language I know or have heard. I keep going on and on in this strange language, my voice growing louder and deeper as I go. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Epiphania whispers. “I know. It’s okay. You don’t need to worry, Agatha and I are fine. Just take your time. Please. I know you’re here.”

I turn off the recording and sit back in my chair. “Okay,” I breathe. “That answers fucking nothing.”

I play back the recording, if only to hear my own voice coming out as something I don’t recognize. The language, the way my tone deepens… Then there’s Epiphania herself. I feel as though I should know her, and it aggravates me. When we kissed, it felt truly natural. I shouldn’t have done it, and yet I’d willingly run back to True Love’s Kiss to do it again.

I laugh suddenly. I had a kiss at the True Love’s Kiss, and for all I know, it was my first. Ever since coming out of my coma, I’ve not considered any sort of relationship. I was asked out by a coworker once, but I turned him down. I thought I wanted to figure out who I was before I dated, but maybe there’s more to it that I don’t understand.

The puncture wounds on my wrist have healed. I can’t recall if I saw blood when I passed out, and there were no signs when I awoke either. Surely some blood should have spilled on my sleeve. I look paler than before, almost matching my now-back-length hair. I go to the kitchen sink and take the knife by the counter, which I just sharpened a while ago. I press the point of the blade into my palm, expecting a rush of red. But there’s none, merely a small droplet or two of what appears to be water.

“Shit,” I whisper. The water falls from my palm and onto the counter, where the old countertops darken under its touch. I set the knife aside, then press my thumb into the cut to cover it. By the time I get to the bathroom for a bandage, it’s already starting to seal.

It would be so easy to panic right now, but I’m tired, and I don’t want to think about today anymore. I want to go to sleep and try to start fresh in the morning, to conduct another interview at True Love’s Kiss and do it properly this time. I take a shower, scrubbing myself a little roughly, then go to bed and lie there in the dark. I try to sleep, but my eyes won’t close. I stare into the darkness and listen to cars swishing past outside, their lights coming through the crack in the curtains. I follow them along the blank wall, back and forth, back and forth. It goes dark again. I can hear a cat yowling outside. Another car passes, I follow the lights, and I see a figure in the shadows.

Fear courses through me, but when lights pass again, nothing is there. Just a jacket on the wall. I fall back into bed, pulling the blanket over my eyes. I lie there, not sleeping but feeling painfully hungry. Giving up, I return to the kitchen, taking a microwavable meal from the freezer. While it cooks, I take out the recorder and play that last bit again.

“It won’t hurt, I promise.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

My voice emerges again, talking in the language I don’t know. The microwave dings, and I leave the table to fetch my meal. It smells awful, but everything does to me. As I’m stirring the contents, not paying attention, I hear myself speaking. “You have to focus when you dream,” I say. “You’re not looking when you do. All those things you see, that you believe are a blur - they aren’t. You almost had it last night. You need to look closer. We never could, though, could we?”

I spin around just to make sure no one else is in the room, but it’s just the recorder. I turn it off and take a few bites before I realize I can’t eat. The food is worse than I remember. I’m still so hungry, so drink a glass of warm water, hoping to stave off the feeling of an empty stomach until morning. I’ll go out and buy something good, but not now. Not when I feel so… inhuman.

I go back to bed, exhausted and uncertain. Lingering in this state will probably make me worse in the morning morning. I suppose I drift off, but it doesn’t feel like it. I’m staring at the wall again, lights flashing through a small opening, showing faint images on the wall. They move back and forth, blurring together. The voices and sounds all meld into one cacophony. I watch like always, letting the blur go by me.

“Look at me,” a woman’s voice urges. “Look at me!” I see her emerging from the blur, almost in between the images. She’s almost visible when my alarm goes off. I wake, gasping and heaving, struggling to take in my surroundings. I turn off the alarm and sit up, delirious before it dawns on me that I’m in my apartment, alone. I huff, hanging my head onto my knees.

I get ready for my day like usual, or at least I try to make it usual. I tuck all my new hair under a beanie, hiding it away. I try to use my concealer, but I’m far too pale for it now. In the light, my eyes look red. That’s not normal, but it’s subtle enough that maybe no one will notice. I leave, deciding to go to work and start up my article there. I want some sense of normalcy now, even if I feel like shit.

Right now I can’t stomach anything, not even my favorite donut and coffee. I tried to enjoy them, but even with hunger rotting away my gut, I can’t. I have to throw them away. When I arrive at work, I get strange looks as I go to my desk. Sitting down, I start to work, but my eyes ache, so I put on my sunglasses.

“Theo, are you okay?” a coworker asks me. “You look pale. You’d better not be sick.”

I look up and shrug. “I’m feeling a bit off. But I need to finish this article.”

“Just work from home,” she says, passing me my mail. “Get some sleep. Looks like you need it.”

I know I must look haggard, so I take the excuse and leave the office once I get some work done. It’s bright out, and it feels like the ache in my eyes goes all the way down my spine. I feel relieved once I get on a bus, but the ride isn’t long enough to rest. I get off at the stop near True Love’s Kiss, hoping to get that difficult answer once and for all.

The receptionist lets me in, looking at me shocked as I pass. I suppose they already know where I’m heading. As I go up in the elevator, I lean against the wall, which is all made up of mirrors. I sigh heavily, gazing into my reflection. I look awful, pale, cheeks sunken. Could one bad night really destroy me like this? After a coma, you’d think I’d had enough of sleep.

The doors open, and I step out into the bronze-and-blue clinic lobby. There are a couple of people waiting, and a nurse approaches me. “She’s expecting you,” she says softly, leading me the same way Agatha did the day before. She takes me to Epiphania’s office, where she is waiting. She looks at me, expression soft and perturbed, and she clears her throat and approaches. “Welcome back. You left in such a hurry, I got worried.”

“Surprised I came back?” I set my bag aside.

She shakes her head. “No. I had a feeling you would.” She looks at me sympathetically. “Are you alright? You look…”

“Awful, I know,” I sigh. “I barely slept. I haven’t been able to eat even though I’m starving.” I scratch my temple. “But honestly, that’s the farthest thing from my mind right now. Everything that’s happened over the past week… It feels like an eternity. And yesterday…”

Epiphania sits down, rubbing her knees as she watches me struggle to pull my notepad from inside my bag. “When did you last eat?”

“Really?” I have to laugh.

Epiphania nods and pats the seat beside her. “Come sit beside me. Just talk to me.”

The hair on the back of my neck bristles. “Perhaps I should apologize.”

“No,” she murmurs, and tilts her head down. “Come and sit. Let me take a look at something.”

When I sit beside her, she takes my head in her hands and tilts it up, peering at my eyes and massaging the sides of my neck. I become aware of her scent. I watch her arm as she touches me, and the pale, pearly skin looks soft and delicious. I move my head, leaning closer to her arm, and for some reason she lets me. She even presses her wrist to my lips. She speaks in the same language I spoke yesterday when I fainted.

I grab her arm tightly so she won’t move. I’m so hungry, so very hungry. I bite into her arm, tasting her blood as it pools on my tongue. I growl like an animal, drinking her hungrily. Her voice comes out in moans with each gulp I take. She sounds aroused, coming closer to me as I feast upon her blood. I move my mouth from her arm and look into her eyes, finding them lidded and glassy. She smiles and presses my face to her neck, where I bite her again. Her hands rake through my hair and up my back. She wants me to feed upon her. I’m on top of her, holding her down on the sofa. “Theophanes,” she whines happily. “Theophanes!”

I feel sated and full, pulling away from her neck to kiss her. Her hands are tangled in the back of my shirt, holding me so I don’t leave her. Her lips are stained dark red when I pull away. She licks them seductively and smiles alluringly at me. I wipe my mouth, breathing hard. “What have I done?”

Epiphania sits up, cupping my face between her hands. “You fed, like we all do. It’s okay. You fed me once, and now I get to repay the favor.”

I gaze into those ruby eyes, bewildered by what has just transpired. I drank her blood, guzzled it like wine. In fact, it was better than wine. I feel stronger than before, rested. For the first time since I can remember, my stomach doesn’t feel like a churning, messy cauldron.

Epiphania wipes my face clean and kisses me again, soft and tender. “It’s okay.” She wraps me up warmly. “Don’t be afraid.”

I rest my head on her bosom, clutching her back. “What’s happening to me?”

“You’re waking up,” she whispers. “You’ve healed.”

I cling to her desperately. “From what? I thought the coma was…” My voice chokes in my throat.

“Hush now,” Epiphania coos to me, stroking my hair through her long fingers. “The coma was only part of it. Your body is still healing.” She pulls away, holding my shoulders as she gazes into my eyes. “You’re awake, you’re here, and you’re going to be safe. I promise.”

My chest feels the same as it did during my dream, like that stake is through my heart and the garlic blossoms are shoved down my throat. “But who am I? I thought I knew… but…”

“Come, let me show you.” She takes my hand, and we go up a flight of stairs to the room I was in yesterday. She shows me a portrait on the wall, of a woman with a young girl beside her and a man standing behind them. It’s old, almost ancient in appearance. The couple are dressed in dark blue, and the young woman in coppery brown.

“I told you that Agatha and I were buried and forced to sleep for ages.” Epiphania sits down as I continue to stare up at the painting. “We had done nothing wrong except exist, but in those days, that was enough for others to take offense. My husband tried to save us. I heard his screams and tried to keep Agatha from hearing them. But I thought they had torn him apart.” She touches her fingers to her lips.

I lick my lips. “Your husband?”

“Theophanes.” She says the name and chills go down my spine. “He was a wonderful man. Saved my life and gave me purpose when I had none. Loved me even though I was nothing…” She breaks off and begins to cry. “He was my world.”

I look away from the painting and back to her. “If they killed him, why didn’t they kill you too?”

“I don’t think they did,” she whispers. She rises and places her hands on my shoulders.

I can’t look into her eyes for too long. It’s too familiar, too safe. “But I am not a vampire. That’s impossible.”

“You slept so long, and were so broken when they buried you.” She places her hand over my heart. “Stakes don’t kill us, only suspend us. You will recover, but slowly.” She undoes the buttons on my shirt to inspect me. There are scars on my chest, but I always assumed I received them at the hospital. “I think you’ve been recovering all this time. Your wounds were so deep that your body reverted in a way to allow it to heal. It’s happened before.”

I pull away from her and turn to the painting. The man in it looks tall and regal. “How do you know it’s really me?” I point at him.

“How do you not?” Her fingers brush along the sides of my neck. “When you drank from me, couldn’t you feel it?”

I turn my head to the side, and her lips brush against my skin. “I felt something.”

Epiphania kisses my skin, moving her hands down over my chest. “Look at me.”

I grasp her hands and look into her eyes as she smiles. “Show me, then. Make love to me as if I were your husband.”

“But you are,” she says brightly. She slips her fingers under my chin, kissing me softly. “You said you were hungry. Come,” she hisses into my ear. She grabs me, pulling me into the bedroom, where she throws me down roughly upon the bed. She grins, and the red corners of her mouth stretch almost back to her ears.

I prop myself up on my elbows, my fear overpowered by arousal. “What are you going to do to me, Epiphania?”

She sits down on top of me. “Do you still like me rough?”

I swallow. “I think so.”

She chuckles, then curls hand around my throat. “Get hard for me,” she urges. “Harder.” She rises enough to put a hand between her legs and rub me through my pants. “You said no one else could make you feel as alive as I do. I missed you.”

My breath shudders and I grab her wrist. Our skin is almost the same color. I can feel her grip tightening around me, tugging at the fabric and making them tight. “I thought you were dead. I thought you were taken from me!” She removes my clothes, ripping them from me and tossing them aside. She looks down at me naked on the bed, tears in her eyes. “Please…” she sobs. “I know it’s you.”

I sit up and hold my hand out to her. “What did you do when you woke up, Epiphania?”

She removes her dress, stepping out of it, and walks towards me. “I found them and I killed them all,” she whispers. “I ripped off their heads, I shredded their bodies.” She presses her body to mine. “I was so angry.”

I kiss her, letting her pin me back down onto the bed. This feels right. I always loved that she was bigger, stronger than I was. Even when she was mortal, I loved when she got vicious, her hand around my throat, her teeth leaving marks. I loved when she exerted her power over me, making me feel sweet, docile, and safe.

She cries as we make love. Her body trembles even as she tries to maintain the strength I loved. She pushes me down into the bed, biting me, bleeding me. I’ve been asleep so long, I can’t help but quake as her body rocks me.  When we’re finished, I stride across the room, picking up her robe and wrapping it around me. I light the incense she keeps in the little box on her dresser and I take a deep breath. I see myself in the mirror, with red eyes, and I smile.

“Don’t leave,” Epiphania whimpers from the bed.

“I’m not.” I go back to the bed and sit beside her. “I’m just remembering.”

She places her head on my lap. “Tell me.”

I run my fingers through her hair. “I like your hair this length. Then again, you’d always be beautiful to me.” I look towards the mirror again. “I can’t believe I forgot you.”

She rises, looking into my eyes. “Theophanes, are you really back?”

“I am. I’m sorry it took me so long.” I cup my hand around her face. “They promised me they wouldn't touch you if they tortured me. They lied.”

“They didn’t touch us. They buried us.” She smiles at me. “But you’re here! That’s all that matters.”

I hold her tight. “I’m still tired. I can’t express everything I want right now. Give me time. It will all come back soon.”

She lays her head back on my shoulder. Ages ago, she had been brought to me as an offering. Half-dead and used all her life, I took her in and saw to her recovery. I gave her a home and an education. I took pride in seeing her blossom, and she became a constant companion to me. It had never been my intent for anything romantic to arise between us, but it struck like a bolt of lightning. I fell for Epiphania like no one before, but I would not make her stay with me if there was any uncertainty in her heart. She asked for five years’ delay, but she had already made up her mind to join me in eternity. She simply wanted to age a little to match me. She drank my blood and we were wed, and for years we were happy. It wasn’t until we found Agatha, though, that we were complete.

Never having truly gotten over her past, Epiphania never let her tormentors go. She haunted them and their kind, becoming a monster to them. She took in others as I cared for her, sharing our home with them, and one day she took in Agatha. The girl was ill, and stayed that way even under our care. She was strong for a while, and we loved her so much, but we realized she was never going to recover. Unable to handle that pain, we let her drink my blood as well. She remained youthful, but she was healthy and strong for the first time. Together, we were happy but the world seemed to take offense at that.

That’s what my dreams were - those blurred-together scenes that had played so fast before me. They were my memories, begging me to read them, to even notice them. I feel like such a fool for pretending not to understand them after all this time, but I know I wasn’t ready to see them. Not until now.

“Theophanes?”

I surface from my thoughts and look down into Epiphania’s face. I smile, kissing the tip of her nose. “Where’s my child? I want to see her.”

Epiphania takes her phone and sends a message. “I’m afraid that robe is all you have to wear for now. I went a bit apocalyptic on your clothes.”

I chuckle. “I told you to.” I smile blissfully as she dresses. “Is all your clothing black?”

“I’ve been in mourning,” she says, slipping on something comfortable. “I’ve not felt like wearing color all this time.”

I chuckle. “Dramatic as always.”

There’s a knock, and I stand up. “Come in.”

Agatha comes in, her sunglasses off. She looks at me uncertainly, glancing at her mother and then back at me. “It’s okay,” Epiphania whispers. “It’s him.”

“I knew it!” Agatha’s voice breaks as she rushes into the room. She hugs me tightly, sniffling as I pet her hair. “I knew it was you when I first saw you!”

“I’m so glad you did.” I kiss the top of her head. “I’m so sorry I was gone for so long.”

“We thought you were dead!” she sobs. “How are you here?”

I smile at her face, pinching her nose and making her smile. “I’m still trying to remember exactly. But apparently, they didn’t kill me thoroughly enough.”

Agatha beams, bouncing back into my arms again.

After a while, I’m aware that the sun is rising outside. I can feel the heat even though Epiphania’s bedroom has no windows. Agatha is resting, and I want to join her. “What will you do with Theo Finnes?”

I sigh and shrug. “I’m not sure. The identity has served me well since I entered recovery. He deserves to be remembered.”

Epiphania rests her head on my shoulder. “Will you continue that life?”

“I do enjoy being a reporter, but I don’t know how I’m going to explain all of this to my boss,” I laugh. “Perhaps I’ll see what life here at True Love’s Kiss has to offer. You can train me.”

She kisses me. “I went to school.”

I look at her fondly, feeling my heart swell in my chest. “I am so proud of you,” I whisper. “For all you’ve done since waking.”

She cuddles up to me. “You told me to thrive is the best revenge.”

“You still killed your tormentors,” I remind her gently.

“Because I wanted to be thorough.” She kisses me again, then stands up. “Stay here today. Agatha and I have work to do. You’re still recovering, and it shows. Stay here today, I’ll come and check on you later.”

She gently rouses our child, and Agatha sits up and yawns, stretching out her arms. “You still want to work today?”

“I have appointments I can’t ignore,” Epiphania says as she pulls out an outfit. “Same goes for you.”

As Agatha leaves, Epiphania comes to my side. She kisses me, then exposes her neck to me. “I’ll bring you something other than myself to eat today. But for now…”

“You sure? Don’t you have work?”

She gives me that smile, and I know I am home.

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[anncanta]

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.

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[0-riya]

Do you have any dark deception headcannons?

Well, yes I do! They are mostly connected with gold watchers, but just for now. Maybe I'll change something later!

Ok, here are my headcannons:

Murder monkeys:

They can't talk, but they can imitate some sounds that can sound as words. But there're just few of these "words". So monkeys always trying to point at something with their knifes or tail

They have tails. As a replacement for hands

They all may look the same, but they have their own personalities? I mean that some of them are usually calm, someone can't control their anger and some are just dumb

Agatha:

I don't remember her cannon age but I think she is 10 or 11

Very active and enthusiastic. Looks like her energy never stops

Can travel to other portals(realms) by herself, sometimes without telling Malak. That gets her in trouble, but everything is okay

Speaking about Malak. She is in a good relationship with him. Calls him "dad" wants to spend more time with him, but he is too busy to play

Malak is her trainer. He teaches her how to use portals and do other magic tricks

She actually has her own small room somewhere in the school. Agatha just cleaned one of the classrooms and adapted it to herself

Gold watchers:

ok here we go

They don't look the same. There're four colours of their coats: blue, white, black and grey

They still have their personalities after death. The only thing that is different is their memories. Some of them remember big parts if their life and even the way they died and some don't even remember their name (so new one is given)

All sorts of souls can be turned into the monster. Criminals, those who sold their soul to the devil, those who died by the accident, those whose time hasn't come yet, whose who want revenge.

They can eat and drink, but do that rarely and for taste.

Really hooked on wine. All sorts. They'll kill for wine

Actually the thing like season change works in their realm

Same with night and day. But night is usually longer.

Gold watchers don't need sleep but they can take a nap for 2-3 hours sometimes (when there's nothing to do or they feel like it)

Gold watchers are in pretty good relationship with other monsters. Of course they have some friends and enemies, but usually it's personal to everyone

Manor is actually bigger (if I can say so). It has a library and some extra rooms

Actually there's place outside the gates. There's some kind of a field or forest. Still can't decide.

Reaper Nurses:

They are good with other girls in Malak's monster gang. Speaking about men..maybe they only good to gold watchers but it's still questionable sometimes

Love to spend time with Agatha, especially have small parties

You can always come and talk about anything. Even cry, they'll listen and maybe give some advice. Of course it happens if you are in a good relationship with them.

They actually heal damaged or Ill monsters. So their hospital is working almost 24/7

And now there're headcanons for the whole DD universe:

After the ring piece is taken, the portal doesn't collapse. It just has a some king of glitch? Monsters loose their powers, but Malak can fix that

Of course, Malak the most powerful demon in there. He is also thoughtful and responsible

About his relationship with Agatha. He doesn't mind when she calls him dad, sometimes he can spend some time with her

Though Bierce is grumpy and can humiliate the mortal, when they did good work/collected the ring piece she can praise mortal and let them have rest in the ballroom

There can be more than 10 portals (I'm still working properly on this headcannon)

I don't have headcannons for Dread duckies, gremlin clowns, Joy Joy gang and Mama bear yet, maybe they'll appear later

#Some of these headcanons cam be changed #I'm still working on my headcanon version of DD #dark deception #answering the dd ask