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I Love You In Every Universe | Wanda Maximoff

Summary: After the events of Avengers: Endgame, Wanda enlists the help of Agatha Harkness to help her move on from the death of Vision

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Angst, violence

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: This was a request I received on Wattpad from @joewatt111. A bit of a twist on Multiverse of Madness if you will...enjoy!

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When Agatha Harkness heard a knock on her door earlier, she hadn’t anticipated seeing Wanda Maximoff standing at her front door. Agatha took one look at her and couldn’t help but feel bad: her eyes were bloodshot from crying and tears streamed down her face. The bags under her eyes showed she hadn’t slept in days. And in her hands she clutched a photograph, its edges charred and torn from the explosion that destroyed her former home. She warily invited Wanda in, offering her a cup of tea. As Agatha put the kettle on and rummaged for some tea bags, Wanda recounted the events of the previous week. She explained how the last thing she remembered before being undusted and fighting Thanos was watching him murder Vision in front of her. Agatha listened intently to the young witch’s story, wondering why she was even in her house telling her all of this in the first place. She had no idea who this woman was anyway or why she was in her house. While extending a steaming mug to her, Wanda told Agatha what she wanted: to have Agatha cast a spell to make her find a new soulmate.

“Wanda, I’m telling you, witch to witch, this isn’t the best idea,” Agatha warned as the younger witch stood in the corner of her basement eyeing the Darkhold.

“I don’t care. I want you to do it. I can’t deal with this anymore.” Wanda’s voice was strained with pain as she spoke. She stared at the book sitting in front of her, running her fingers haphazardly over the embossed cover.

“Sweetheart, listen to me. I know you’re hurting right now but this isn’t the answer,” Agatha responded. “There’s no magic in the world that will fix this. You need to grieve for him.” “I am grieving,” Wanda snapped, her eyes glowing red. “I have been grieving every day of my life. I’ve grieved for my parents, for Pietro, and now for Vision. Do you know what that does to a person? How it eats away at every fiber of your being from the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep until there’s almost nothing left except the worst of you?” She was utterly broken. The world was crashing down around her and drowning her in a steady stream of sorrow. For the first time in her life, Wanda Maximoff felt completely and utterly hopeless.

Agatha sighed as she saw the anger drawing up in Wanda. She paced back and forth away from her as she thought of a way to help her without causing any more damage. “Look,” she finally said as she turned to face her. “I can do what you’re asking. But there are risks. You need to understand that this spell will-” “I don’t care what the risks are. Just do it,” Wanda hissed. She slapped the table with her hands, causing the Darkhold to fall off its stand. She quickly replaced it in its rightful spot.

“Fine.” Agatha flicked her wrist, the cursed book whizzing past Wanda’s head as she summoned it to her person. She knew the spell she needed and had the book reveal its dark spell to her. “Just don’t expect me to pick up the mess you make.”

Wanda looked at her eagerly. All she wanted was for the pain to stop and it was within her grasp. She was abuzz with anticipation as she stared at Agatha poring over the Darkhold’s spells for the one that would finally bring her the happily ever after she’d always wanted.

“Okay so just stand right there. This won’t take but a minute.” Bright red orbs appeared around Agatha as she instructed Wanda. They were sloppy and misshapen, connected by black tendrils that linked them together in a sort of cocoon around her head. She filed through them until she found the one she needed, reaching forward with a hand to summon the spell to her.

As Agatha began to chant the incantation, Wanda found herself being sucked into a completely different world. Her reality grew black around her, closing in on her eyes as she felt herself being jerked back as though a rope was wrapped around her midsection. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to stave off the disorientation but she could still feel the world falling around her. When she opened her eyes, she realized she wasn’t in a different reality. She was somewhere in the depths of her subconscious, a strange world being manipulated by the dark magic inhabiting her mind. Red and purple tendrils danced in front of her field of view, battling to see which one would take prominence. Her eyes darted back and forth as she looked for literally anything. That’s when she saw him.

It was just a face. He was human. He was handsome. He was smiling. He had kind eyes. He had Y/H/C hair. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. She gazed at him with wonder, her heart fluttering as he broke out in laughter. She hadn’t felt so giddy in such a long time. Of course this would be the man she fell in love with. She knew nothing about him but something about this handsome stranger made her feel at home. He radiated the warmth of a winter night’s bonfire: warm and inviting.

Before she knew it Wanda found herself lying on the damp floor back in reality. Agatha leaned over her, a look of concern plastered on her face as she watched Wanda fall out of her trance. Wanda pushed herself up on her elbows, breathing heavily as she stared up at the older woman. “Who is he?” she asked frantically. “How do I find him?”

“If you had let me finish, you would’ve learned that this spell only shows you the face of your soulmate.” She extended her hand to Wanda, pulling her back onto her feet.

“But how do I find him?” She was desperate. This stranger, who already felt so familiar, was out of her grasp. She needed him more than she’d ever needed anyone before. He was the answer to her problems, the way for the pain to stop.

“I think you know the answer, hon,” Agatha replied, her eyes darting to the unholy book that sat on the altar of sins in front of her.

“The Darkhold,” Wanda murmured. She stumbled over to the table, her legs still weak from the recent ordeal. As she grabbed the book, she heard voices calling out to her. The whispers were unintelligible, merely a cacophony of garbled sounds fighting to share their dark secrets with her.

“Wanda,” she warned. “You’re not ready for what’s coming if you open that book. Let me help you.” “No,” Wanda snapped, her eyes glowing red as she whipped her head around to look at Agatha. “I don’t need your help.” She hugged the book close to her chest as she backed out of the basement. “I’ve got to find him.”

Agatha sighed. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop her from leaving with the Darkhold. Wanda was a woman driven by grief. The rawness of her loss prevented her from thinking rationally. As much as she was hurting, it pained Agatha to think of what was coming. But she knew that this was a lesson Wanda was going to have to learn for herself. So against her better judgment, she let Wanda go.

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Over the next few days, Wanda locked herself away in the desolate cabin in the woods. She spent her waking hours studying the Darkhold, the whispers becoming more coherent the further she descended into darkness. She searched for anything that might help her uncover the identity of the man from her vision. At night she dreamt about him. They started off the same as her vision: just his face. Over time the dreams evolved. She eventually saw herself with him, living a peaceful life in a house in a small suburb. They were glimpses into a life where she could be truly happy once and for all. With each passing day Wanda grew more and more desperate, gravitating toward darker and more dangerous spells until she found one that could help her: dreamwalking. Dreamwalking would allow her to possess the body of an alternate self. If she possessed the version of herself that was living with this man she could find him. Once she found him, she’d have to find a way to jump through the multiverse to his universe to be with him. But she could do it. Through her exploration of sin she’d come to realize a fuller extent of her powers, learning that her magic was stronger than she ever imagined.

On the night she decided to test out her dreamwalking theory, she wandered around the cabin gathering all the candles she could find. While picking up one that sat on the dresser in her bedroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror for the first time in what seemed like days. She barely recognized herself. Her face was pale and gaunt, her eyes sunken from the lack of sleep and the hours of strain she imposed on them through her endless studying. Her hair was disheveled and falling out of the messy bun she’d tied. Running her hands through her hair, she noticed her fingertips were stained black. The corruption of her soul was stained on her skin like the blood that haunted Lady Macbeth. But Wanda didn’t feel corrupted. For the first time in a long time she felt in control.

Setting the candles up in a circle around her and summoning the Darkhold to her impious site, Wanda began to cast the spell. She found herself falling into the throes of this dark magic, surrendering her physical body to the feeling of weightlessness as her consciousness flew through depths of the multiverse. She focused intently on her doppelganger, the version of herself that was with him, as she felt herself fall into the abyss…

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Wanda woke with a gasp as she dropped the dish she was drying on the floor, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” she heard a voice call from another room. She didn’t know how to respond. She had no idea who’s voice that was until she saw a man walk into the room.

“Honey, are you okay?” the stranger asked.

“You,” she gasped. It was him: the man from the vision. This was her soulmate. This was the man who was supposed to make her happy again. What on earth could she possibly say to him?

“Well, yeah, duh it’s me. Who were you expecting, Steve?” he chuckled, shaking his head as he saw the shattered dish scattered around the floor. “Everything okay?”

“You’re the man from my vision.” She couldn’t help but stare at him. It was the first time she had seen more than just his face. She was taking in every inch of him, how he looked dressed in his grey sweatpants and cutoff Avengers hoodie, how he stood in the presence of her, how he made her feel instantly at home.

“I thought we weren’t going to talk about our visions until later tonight, but hey if you want to talk about them now I’m down with that,” he joked with a wink. She swooned at his insinuation.

“No. We don’t need to talk about them. I saw you in my vision. You’re my soulmate, the one who’s supposed to take away all this pain. And now I’ve found you.” Wanda felt herself growing possessive over the stranger. She was bubbling with a jealousy towards the woman whose body she was inhabiting. This woman had what she wanted and she would do anything to make herself the only woman in this man’s life. “I’ve found you and I’m not going to let you go. Ever.” She felt her lips twist upward in a menacing smile as she flicked her wrist, causing all the doors and windows in the house to slam shut and lock.

“Wanda, what’s going on?” he asked. Something was…off. She was behaving strangely. The grin that spread on her face made him uncomfortable. But the way her eyes started to glow red was completely unlike her. She’d sworn off magic after retiring from the Avengers. So seeing her use her magic like this told him that something was horribly wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, darling. I finally have you where I want you and now that I have you, everything’s going to be so much better.” She slunk towards him as she spoke, her voice eerily deep and sultry as she ravaged him with her eyes. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest with the knowledge that everything was falling into place.

The man slowly backed away as Wanda walked towards him. He felt a sense of doom looming as she crossed the floor, stepping on the broken glass and conjuring a red ball of magic with her hand. “Wanda, I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to stop,” he told her as he raised his hand up in front of him.

“No!” she snapped. “I’ve spent too much time trying to find you to let you go. You’re my soulmate. That’s what Agatha told me. You’re supposed to be the one to make me happy again.” She felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she spoke.

“Wanda, I’m serious. Back. Off.” he warned.

“NO!” She threw the magic at him. He dove out of the way, slamming into the couch as the magic blew a hole in the wall. She was seething. He was supposed to be her soulmate, so why was he fighting her? He climbed over the couch and rolled off the back as Wanda threw it against the wall, shattering the window.

“What the hell?” he shouted, incredibly confused as to why his wife was attacking him in their living room. Before he had the chance to jump up and run away, he felt something wrap itself around his ankle and drag him across the floor. He struggled to pull himself away, reaching for the leg of the coffee table. But Wanda destroyed it with a blast of magic, leaving him unable to resist her. As the red tendrils dragged him across the floor and flipped him over so that he was on his back, he saw her staring down at him, the same terrifying grin plastered on her face as he found himself being flipped upright and levitated in front of him.

“Come now, my love,” she cooed as she stroked his cheek with the back of her hand, the action making his blood run cold. “You don’t want to make me mad now, do you? Not after all the work I put in to get here, to find you. You don’t know how many worlds I searched through just to find you”

He was thoroughly confused. What did she mean when she talked about all the work she put in? His mind was racing as he struggled to pull an explanation together. Suddenly it hit him like a rock. “You’re not my Wanda, are you?” he asked.

Wanda paused. “Of course I’m your Wanda,” she spat, grabbing his face harshly. He shook his head against her strong grip. “No, no you’re not. You’re dreamwalking, aren’t you?” The grip on his face loosened as Wanda stared at him in horror.

“How do you know what that is?” she pressed.

“Wanda, I’m married to a witch. A very powerful witch who has an extensive knowledge of magic, both good and bad.” He smiled weakly at her. “A witch who has since given up the use of her magic, well, except on the nights neither of us wants to do the dishes.”

Wanda recoiled in horror. She didn’t know what was going on. “I don’t understand. Agatha said that you’re my soulmate. I don’t understand what’s going on. You’re supposed to love me, not her!” Tears began streaming down her face as she started to lose control of her emotions. “She said she could do the spell!”

The man watched as Wanda backed herself into the wall, crumbling down and curling herself into a ball as she cried into her arms. He felt bad for this other Wanda. She was a woman in immense pain who had gone to great lengths to alleviate her suffering. She’d been captured by the Darkhold, which had fed her lies and corrupted her down the very fibers of her soul. It was gut-wrenching to watch her suffer like this. A lump formed in his throat as he watched her break down completely.

“Wanda,” he whispered. “Let me go.” She looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot as tears smeared the makeup around her eyes. Nodding, she flicked her wrist. He felt himself being lowered to the ground as the strands of magic disappeared from view. As the witch sniffled, he extended his hand to her, gently pulling her to her feet. She looked at the ground, crying, too ashamed to look at him. “Hey, look at me.” He lifted her chin with his hand, bringing her head up so he could look her in the eye. “You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?” He was trying to be gentle with her.

“Everyone I love is dead,” she cried. “Mama, Papa, Pietro, and now Vision. He was my…” she trailed off, unable to finish her thought.

“He was your person, wasn’t he?” Wanda nodded. “I’m sorry. About all of them. I don’t know who Vision is, but my Wanda’s lost her family, too. And I know how hard it is for her. But what I don’t know is why you got involved with the Darkhold.”

“I wanted to find another soulmate. I didn’t want to hurt anymore. I found a witch who could cast the spell to help me find who it is and I saw you. I didn’t know your name or where you lived or anything. So I used the Darkhold to track you down. Once I was able to dreamwalk, I was going to find a way into this universe to be with you,” she admitted. She was ashamed at what she’d done, embarrassed at the way she’d let herself be tempted by the dark magic.

“Oh Wanda,” he sighed, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “What have you done?”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry,” she cried. “I still don’t even know your name.” “Really?” he chuckled. “”Well it’s Y/N. Y/N L/N. In this world, you’re my wife.”

She smiled. “How long have we been married?”

“A little over a year. But we’ve been together almost a decade. We met in high school and that was that.” “Do we have any kids?”

“One on the way,” Y/N smiled as he glanced down at Wanda’s stomach. “We just found out last week, so we haven’t told anyone yet. But we’re so excited to have a little one of our own.” Wanda smiled as she looked down at her stomach. She wasn’t showing, it was too early. But she felt a sense of wonder and excitement knowing that this other her was about to embark on the journey of motherhood for the first time. “I’m sorry for hurting you. And for taking over your wife’s body.”

“I forgive you,” he replied. “My wife might not, but I do. You’ve been through so much and you just want to be happy. I understand that. But this isn’t your world, Wanda, and you’re not my wife.”

“I know,” she sighed. “But I don’t want to go.” She wiped her face with her hand, sniffling as she turned to use her magic to clean up the broken dish by the sink.

“You have to, sweetheart. I don’t think my Wanda would enjoy spending the rest of her life being trapped in her mind.”

“I know. I just don’t want to leave you.”

“You’ll be okay,” Y/N soothed. He empathized with this other Wanda, feeling bad that she would return to a world where she was completely and utterly devoid of love. But there was nothing he could do to ease her suffering. She would have to piece herself back together one day at a time.

“Y/N?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“Can you kiss me?”

“Wanda-” “Please?” She felt herself welling up again, scared of losing yet another someone.

He sighed, a soft smile spreading across his face as he brought his hands to her waist, pulling her in close as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her lips. For the few moments their lips touched, Wanda felt nothing but pure bliss. She savored in the sweetness of his lips, how they felt pressed up against hers. As he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I love you in every universe, Wanda,” he whispered. “But now you have to go and let me have my wife back.”

She sniffled as she smiled. Taking a step back from Y/N, she sighed as she brought herself out of the spell and back into her own body.

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“Told you there’d be consequences,” Agatha smirked as Wanda sat across the table from her, holding a cup of tea in her hands. “But no, you wanted to do it yourself and look where you are now, mourning not only Vision but this soulmate you’ll never have as well.”

Wanda looked down at her own mug, too ashamed to respond.

“And let’s not mention the fact you’ve been toying with the Darkhold. Nope, nothing dangerous there.”

“Teach me,” Wanda said, still looking down at her mug. “Teach me how to do it safely.”

“Wanda-” “I’m serious. I need help, Agatha. I think you’re the only one who can help me right now.”

Agatha sighed, taking a sip of her tea. “You’re darn right, kiddo. You should’ve let me help in the first place. But honey, you need to sort out your priorities first. Get your mind set with this whole Vision thing, give me the Darkhold, and come get me when you’re in a better spot. I don’t need to clean up any more messes in this world.” She stood up, pushing her chair in as she started to leave the kitchen. “Your room is the first one on the left after you get upstairs. Take as much time as you need.”

Wanda sighed, gripping the mug tighter in her hands as the warmth from the liquid seeped into her body. She knew that she’d have to go through the process of grieving all over again. But as she started the proper mourning process for Vision, she heard a small voice echoing through her mind: I love you in every universe

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 9 months

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Hiiiii Char

could you write a fluff oneshot between Agatha Harkness x fem!r? maybe they are having a date and Agatha is just sweet with r

pairing: agatha harkness x fem!reader

summary: your first date with agatha!

content warnings: none

word count: 1.5k+

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A/N: Hi!! I had a lot of fun writing this, I hope you enjoy!! Sweet Agatha has my heart <3

photo cred: me

The First of Many

The lights around you flickered, their soft warm glow casting a warm ambiance over the cozy little cafe nestled in a quiet corner of the town. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the delicate scent of blooming flowers, creating an inviting atmosphere that seemed to cocoon the space in comfort. The sound of other patrons conversing, the chatter of baristas, and the light rain pattering on the window faded into the background as your attention was captured by illustrious blue eyes.

At a corner table draped in a deep shade of burgundy, you fought the urge to blush for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight. After countless failed talking stages, you’d decided to give up on dating for a while. The woman across from you, however, refused to take no for an answer. After she’d sent a myriad of different colored flowers to your office (you still had them, and smiled everytime you walked into your office), you’d finally agreed to a date.

You were currently speaking excitedly about your newest project, a sequel to your first book. Agatha's eyes sparkled with genuine interest as she leaned in, her hand gently cupping her chin. "And do tell me, my dear, what intrigues you most about writing stories?"

"Well, I've always been fascinated by stories. The way they transport us to different realms, evoke emotions, and connect us with characters—it's like magic in its own right." You said, running out of breath towards the end of your sentence. You found yourself once more lost in Agatha’s vibrant eyes as they traveled over your face, seemingly memorizing every feature.

"Ah, magic," Agatha purred with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "A subject quite close to my heart."

You laughed, sipping on your latte as Agatha’s fingers played with the rim of her own mug. Attempting to turn the conversation onto her, you asked, “What is something you’re passionate about?”

Humming thoughtfully, Agatha sat back in her chair, crossing her arms as she answered. “I’m passionate about my work.” At your gesture for her to continue, she smiled before pulling up a picture on her phone. Turning the screen towards you, she watched your eyes crinkle at the edges as you took in the image of an adorable white rabbit.

“His name is Señor Scratchy,” Agatha said, putting her phone away and cupping her mug with both hands as she smiled at you. “I work with many types of animals as a veterinarian, and the company I work for specializes in rehabilitation. Unfortunately, Señor Scratchy wasn’t selected by any families, so I decided to take him in.”

You watched Agatha as she spoke, the walls around your heart crumbling slightly at the soft smile she was wearing. “Señor Scratchy sounds like an amazing friend, you’ll have to introduce me sometime.”

Blue eyes lit up, and Agatha looked at you for a moment like you hung the moon and the stars. After a second, she coughed lightly and nodded. “I would really like that, and I’m sure Señor Scratchy would love to meet you as well.” She watched you smile into your mug, raising her own to her lips. She’d had enough of talking about herself, and turned the attention back on you with another question about your book.

As you spoke, Agatha watched as your fingers tapped lightly against your mug, the table, and even the rims of your glasses. It was like you couldn’t stay still, your fingers constantly itching to clatter away at a keyboard. Agatha simply adored it, and leaned in, smiling wider at the cute blush that rose to your cheeks at the action.

You weren’t used to so much attention being thrown your way. With every second that passed, you were grateful that Agatha had put so much effort into asking you out, and you wished desperately to reciprocate.

“I was thinking, for our next date, I would love to take you to this cute little park. They have plenty of grass and green space for Señor Scratchy to run around, and there’s always food trucks!” You continued to ramble, talking about which food trucks you wanted to try with her as Agatha rested her chin in her hand, watching you with sparkling eyes.

You paused, having been startled out of your thoughts at the sight of Agatha looking intently at you. “W-what?” You asked, worried that you’d gone overboard. It certainly wouldn’t be the first woman you’ve scared away.

“You’re adorable.” Agatha simply said, her eyes not leaving yours for a second, enjoying the way that you ducked your head at her compliment. “Already planning our second date, darling, while we’re still in the middle of our first one.”

Your mind latched onto the pet name, and you avoided eye contact as you fought to keep your blush down. Was it getting hot? You were incredibly nervous all of a sudden. A cold hand gently cupped your cheek, and you raised your head with wide eyes.

“You alright there, hon?” Agatha’s voice was soothing, and her blue eyes held nothing but sincerity. You nodded, immediately missing the physical contact of her soft hands as she pulled away.

“I hope that wasn’t too forward of me,” You began, pressing your lips together in a shy smile as Agatha shook her head slightly.

Draining the last of her coffee, Agatha stood and offered you her hand. “I would be honored to go on a second date with you, dear.” She smiled down at you, already mentally clearing any other plans she had for the day.

Accepting her hand, you allowed Agatha to pull you up, her grip surprisingly strong. She pulled you closer, leaning in until her lips were inches from your ear. “If you’d like, can we start that second date now?”

Pulling away, Agatha watched your face go through multiple emotions within a few short seconds. Surprise, suspicion, excitement, and happiness. In that order.

Smiling softly, you nodded.

Agatha smiled, the whites of her teeth showing as she pulled you from the cafe. As you navigated down the cobbled streets, wary of any puddles that had formed from the aftermath of the light drizzle that morning, you found yourself taking Agatha’s hand.

It surprised you, how comfortable the action felt, and judging by the way Agatha’s hand tightened against your own, she felt the same. As you strolled along the sidewalk, closing in on the park you’d mentioned, the quiet hum of conversation lingered comfortably in the air.

"Do you believe in first date kisses?" Agatha asked in a playful whisper, a hint of vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. You turned to face her, resting a hand on her shoulder as you pretended to think it through.

A soft breeze swept through, tousling Agatha’s long brown hair and adding an element of serendipity to the moment. Without hesitation, you leaned in with a smile, your lips meeting in a delicate, tender kiss. It was a fleeting yet electrifying connection that left Agatha’s heart racing and a wild blush on your cheeks.

A stupid smile made its home on your lips, and you felt like cheering when you saw the same smile adorning Agatha’s face. She smiled, intertwining her fingers with your own as she pulled you further into the park, muttering something about food trucks and a grumbling stomach.

You allowed yourself to laugh, the sound surprising you as you walked. Amidst the echoes of your doubts, a flicker of hope began to burn brighter within your chest. With each step forward, you felt your insecurities fading slightly as Agatha’s smile grew brighter with every glance she stole towards you. Allowing your mind to drift for a moment, you envisioned a future of yourself with Agatha. The only thing you felt was excitement and contentment, filled with blue eyes and laughter and a promise of love.

“So is this still a first date, or is it now the second?” Agatha asked, her voice playful as you refocused back into the present moment. Her eyes shone as she watched you frown in mock thoughtfulness.

“Well,” You began, pulling her under the shade of a nearby tree. “This is the official end of our first date.” You lightly pushed her backwards, and she raised an eyebrow at you when she felt her back hit the rough bark of the tree.

“The first of many, I hope?” Agatha asked, her hands lightly resting on your hips as you wound your arms around her neck. You smiled playfully, pressing your lips against hers in a brief kiss. Pulling away, you grabbed her hand and pulled, laughing at her surprised expression.

“Of course,” You said, the walls around your heart crumbling completely at the soft look she gave you. The soft sunlight illuminated her features, casting a warm glow that seemed to mirror the newfound warmth in your chest. With a playful twinkle in your eyes, you tugged her towards a small bench, the air alive with the scent of blooming flowers and the soft murmur of a nearby fountain.

As you sat on the bench, one leg pressed against Agatha’s, you let yourself hope. With each soft touch, you hoped. With each stolen glance, you hoped. With each beam of sunlight that dared to touch her skin, and light those dazzling blue eyes, you hoped. And when Agatha finally admitted the extent of her feelings for you, that hope blossomed into something that promised familiarity and content.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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