This is me, Tori aka. mitorietta and this is my sideblog here on tumblr to post my fanfiction so it gets less confusing! On my main I post about my Ao3 works and do reposts and random thoughts and stuff. Here I'll now post all the tumblr fics! (All of them are also always on Ao3!)
On Ao3 I post all my normal fics (more than I post on tumblr) under my username mitorietta and I use covenpet as a pseud for x reader works! I'd be open to changing that if you think it's too confusing but it works for me now!
For the fics marked WIPs ... I continue if I'm motivated so comments and shit do just that sorry... but I don't abandon fics i just write on the ones that I get feedback for :)
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â°âȘŒ Wandanat
Factory Tunes (WIP)
Wanda and her twin brother Pietro have been musicians since their parents first played for them as little kids so the decide to sart a band with their friends. Just that they need a space and the providor is none other than Natasha Romanoff, who miracvulously also becomes their new bassist... And Wanda falls hard.
â°âȘŒ Agathario
The Diner (maybe follow-up)
Agathario but it's The Diner by Billie Eilish and Rio stalks Agatha while she's in her Agnes of Westview phase.
â°âȘŒ Agatha x reader
T'is the season of the Witch (WIP)
Between glimmering ballrooms and shameless gossip you navigate your missing feelings for the many suitors, your heart simply doesn't seem to desire the proximity of. Until the departure of your cousins and a few fateful bonds throw you into the arms of Lady Agatha Harkness and your world rotates. Good luck finding a husband, now that she has you under her spell ;)
â°âȘŒ Cate Blanchett
Hela Odinsdottir x fem! reader
Die for me Godess (WIP)
Hofund, the Bifrost sword got stolen and Hela wants to know by who. But she notices a defiant young woman in the crowd and can't help the feeling of need to break her.
â°âȘŒ Aubrey Plaza
Wow Platinum (Megalopolis) x fem! reader
Honey, she knows. (One shot, NSFW)
You are the heir to the Crassus empire and the daughter of Hamilton Crassus and you are on your way to warn your father about the intrigues of his new wife, Wow Platinum. What you hadn't considered is that 'Auntie Wow' has her eyes on everything she considers hers, and she doesn't plan on losing it. She wants to claim it.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Emily Charlton/Andrea Sachs, Emily Charlton & Andrea Sachs, Emily Charlton & Miranda Priestly, Miranda Priestly & Andrea Sachs
Characters: Andrea Sachs, Emily Charlton, Miranda Priestly, Christian Thompson (Devil Wears Prada)
Additional Tags: No Nate in here, Andy is single, Rewrite, Eating Disorders, Hurt/Comfort, Flirting, First Kiss, Andy wants to make things right for her Emily, Rivals to Lovers, Feelings, Light Angst, Fluff, First Movie, Runway Magazine, One Shot, POV Andrea Sachs, English Is Not The Author's First Language, I wrote this instead of studying
Summary:
Andrea doesn't manage to pay attention to what exactly she should be doing when delivering 'the Book' to Miranda's townhouse, because a certain colleague just looks a bit too distracting...
A book for a book, thats the deal. Andy now has to take drastic measures to make things right for Emily again.
OR
A rewrite of a movie segment from Tdwp One, starting when Emily gives Andy the key and ending when she gets the manuscript (and maybe something else?)
Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Agatha Harkness/Reader
Characters: Agatha Harkness, Reader
Additional Tags: Female Reader-Insert, Canon Lesbian Character, Flirting, Drunken Flirting, Witches, Salem Era Agatha Harkness, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, No Plot/Plotless, Just for funsies :), Not Beta Read, Warning: Men, Swooning, Rumors, Alcohol, Older Woman/Younger Woman, For a Friend
Summary:
Agatha Harkness doesn't look like a killer, does she? But rumor says otherwise and so do all the witches in town.
Time to take matter into your own hands and find out, because intrigue is stronger than fear and desire famously overpowers them all.
Hey does anyone wanna do like a shared fun project with me? We write a fic on ao3 and one of us starts by writing a chapter and we each get one character's pov and then we take turns writing chapters but we don't plan out the story or tell each other what we'll be doing so it's just improvising on each other's chapters?
Like they could also be super small chapters of a few 100 words and well just do what we have time for or what pleases us! I'd sooo love doing this with anyone if you are up for it!!!!
Of course we'd also set our preferences before! Like favorite tropes, slow burn or fast, if it can include angst, death, descriptions of violence, sexual or triggering themes etc. Also no go kinks or tags!
We could also take in an artist (if you are an artist ily) to like draw scenes that we have to then write about in the middle and have fanart for it :)))
Or we could even give each other a song we'd then have to have our next chapter inspired by, that would be so cool!
Ships I'd do: Swanqueen, Sachston, Ilsalanna, Wandanat, Cartinelli, and maybe Agathario or Wagatha!
-Tho I'm reallllyyy sooo into Sachston, and Swanqueen right now!!! And I can always ALWAYS do Ilsalanna (love you babies)
I'm into tension, flirting, teasing, witty dialogue, like slow to mid-long burn, yearning and all that shit! Also looove a good forced proximity, hatred, rivals to lovers kinda thing! My first language isn't english but I have writing experience! I'd love to read something of yours to see if we match and I'll send you something I wrote in return!
Itâs that time of year! Once again, Iâm hoping the fandom can come together in raising funds for the Human Rights Campaign Foundation in Kathrynâs honour! Weâre continuing right where we left off last year, where the Hahndom raised $2785!
Any amount is appreciated and if you canât donate, please consider a like or reblog to help share this across the fandom. đ
Does anyone know what happened to or happen to have a copy of the amazing story/series on A03 called Here With You Now by Kayniiine
I had really gotten into and loved that story when I first found it but then life distracted me and I had to step back. Iâd recently gotten back into it about a week or two ago only for it to disappear about a day or so later. Iâve been trying without luck to hunt it and the author down on a03. So if anyone happens to have a download copy of it or a new place I can find it please let me know because I regret not downloading it myself since it was over 70 chapters long when it went down
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Agatha.
This is her.
âOh, I am deeply sorry, I did not realize you- I-â God someone should prevent you from talking -like immediately. What is even with you? You never act like this, and you cannot find a reasonable explanation for your stomach feeling like it is doing little flips.
You must still be sick from earlier. It must be the shock. Surely.
âHas William not mentioned me?â She laughs softly. She should be upset but somehow the Ladyâs face only regards you more fondly, while her voice keeps on spinning in your head. Oh you must look like a fool right now!
âWell nonetheless he mentions you a lot!â She continues while subtly hinting she knows exactly whoâs standing in front of her. Hinting that she knows exactly who you are.
She. Knows. Who. You. Are.
Time to respond now. Come on, open your mouth and say something! Anything!
âOh no, he did mention you!â You get out in a last effort.
Agatha Harkness. Yes, indeed he talked about her.
She raises an eyebrow and throws you a cheeky smile. And when she speaks again her voice drops almost an octave, her smile losing that fond glint replaced by⊠something you cannot quite make out the meaning of.
âOh?â
Oh.
All you can do is nod and swallow the nonexistent words on your tongue. Only that simple reaction from her managed to shut you up better than anything ever had. Than anyone ever had.
Then, yet another appreciative hum responds to your nod, soothing your racing heart. Just that her praise does absolutely nothing to calm you. The opposite actually, if you begin to think the effect sheâs had on you during your conversation through. So you just stop thinking it through altogether.
All that remains is Agatha Harkness, and blue, blue, blue.
It all falls into place now and you only realize how badly you did your job of âknowing everything about everyoneâ over the last weeks, since your mother died. Actually you didnât do it at all, and it all comes back to you now with raging force. You donât even deserve your gossip title anymore.
Society wouldnât be proud if they knew how little you committed to the scandal-spreading. So little that you didnât even know what the woman your cousin regularly spends time with, actually looked like until now. And now you are not sure if you will ever be able to erase that picture from your mind.
Agatha looks at you like she knows, what youâre thinking about is her doing forbidden things. She looks at you like she likes it. Like she enjoys seeing you stuttering and flustered while still wearing the sweetest soft façade on the outside. The face of an Angel.
Does her inside match?
âOh, cousin!â The sound interrupts your thoughts along with the too-long silence that has stretched between the pair of you.
You spin around like caught in the act of something just as forbidden, just because you were thinking about it⊠But really who can blame you? Her?
It is Billy standing there, closely followed by a curious-looking Tommy, who quickly flanks your other side just in case you need protection. He throws you a questioning sideways glance, but you just nod and give him a reassuring smile. Everything is okay, isnât it? Why shouldnât it be?
âI see youâve already met Lady Harkness!â
Lady Harkness. Agatha.
âI uhm⊠Yes, I suppose I ran into her!â Literally.
Your last efforts of wit actually make her laugh, which results in a warm feeling spreading through your stomach. You seem to have somehow become obsessed with the praise of this woman, without even having noticed it. But your body makes sure to tell you anyways.
âWhy is that funny?â William raises an eyebrow at the brunette while Tommy silently tries to communicate with you through his eyes to see if you are okay or suffering from a case of heightened blood pressure because of how red you are. But you focus on teasing Billy instead of reacting to him.
âOh William darling I suppose because it was a pun.â
âA pun?â Billy echoes confused, while you furiously fixate the floor with a small grin. Tommyâs mouth drops open in sudden realization when he finally puts the pieces together just before his clueless brother does. And Thomas Maximoff famously fails to keep his mouth shut.
âOh good Lord, you literally ran into her didnât you, Pchelka? Like fully bumped?â He seems far too amused and excited about this when you avert your gaze and nod. The nod feels like signing your own death sentence but gladly -or not so- Agatha has other things in mind for the topic of conversation.
âPchelka?â
That goddamn nickname.
âPardon my brother, Agatha! Itâs Russian.â William offers kindly.
âOh really, I suppose you boys got that from your mother then?â
âIndeed we did!â Tommy grins shoving you slightly with his elbow.
âThey like to tease me with it. Did it since I was a child, but that wonât work.â You speak through clenched teeth half towards Agatha, the other half -especially on that last bit- discreetly shot in Tommyâs direction. And over your playful jabs and subtle bickering you slowly regain your composure and with that your wit. And Agathaâs eyes only light up more with every word you utter.
âHave I told you how lovely you look today?â Billy utters from the side to keep you from strangling Tommy publicly when he keeps calling you by the name and gets ready to recite the incredibly cute but embarrassing origin story of it from your childhood.
You want to roll your eyes at Billy for the obvious distraction, but it would not have been very ladylike to do so, so you reluctantly resist the temptation and turn to him with a pleasant smile instead.
âHow obsequious you are!â
âBut you blushed.â
âI did not!â
âOh cousin, we both know you glow from within every time someone compliments you!â
âThat is not true, Billy!â
âI have to give it to William, you really do look as radiant as he always claims.â Now you blush. You had almost forgotten she was there all along, if that was even possible. But Agatha had a good way of drawing attention back on her. A good and very effective one indeed.
And as if fate wants to mock your earlier protests out of spite, you blush again.
And she laughs.
âHe might have a point darling, look at you! Or maybe thatâs just the effect I have.â
And she winks! Goddamn winks at you with an audacity- Well an audacity that makes your stomach do the thing yet again.
âWell⊠maybe it just is.â
It most definitely is.
It earns you raised eyebrows from three people, but you continue, having regained some of your confidence.
âBilly does she regularly do that to you or is it just my ego speaking, like you stated earlier?â
You have absolutely no idea where that sass suddenly comes from, but you gladly welcome it because she still seems to enjoy it. And apparently you like everything she does now. Your body just decided that for you after yet again seeing her blue eyes gleam like that. It even helps you tune out Billyâs confused looks and Tommyâs suppressed laughter. You only see her.
And the evening goes on like this. Well it is not like you really talk to her anymore -to your discontent she was quickly replaced by Lord Silverton who got sick of waiting for the next dance- but you feel her blue following you across the dance floor with every gentleman that seeks your presence.
William stays by her side almost the whole time, sharing hushed whispers about other guests that pass by. But Blue always seems to find itâs way back to your tall figure -silver fabric against various black ones and then another time a red curtain in a hiding spot or a yellow debutanteâs gown adorned with feathers.
But all you really want to rest your arm on is her deep plum silk gown. And you wonder what she would do if you asked her to dance. Would she agree? Would you turn heads?
Silly thoughts. That could never happen, two ladies dancing with each other.
Why would you even want to dance with her in the first place? You got over those devilish thoughts back in your teens, didnât you?
You blame it all on the lack of a female figure in your life. Must be that. Couldnât be anything else. Not possibly!
But when you fall asleep that night the last thought replaying in your head over and over again is how her blue eyes looked at you from across the room, and it made a warm shiver prickle down your spine.
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A/N: Pchelka is a Russian term of endearment that means 'Little Bee' or just Bee and I thought it was a cute hint to the Bridgerton logo with the bee if you get what I mean haha!
Anyways, again comments are always appreciated (A WHOLE LOT)
Summary: Between glimmering ballrooms and shameless gossip you navigate your missing feelings for the many suitors, your heart simply doesn't seem to desire the proximity of. Until the departure of your cousins and a few fateful bonds throw you into the arms of Lady Agatha Harkness and your world rotates.
Good luck finding a husband, now that she has you under her spell ;)
Okay BEAR WITH ME GUYS! New chapter is up and trust me I will post it on Tumblr too as soon as possible but these will always be up sooner on Ao3! so if youâre excited go read it but ofc you can wait too!
Warnings: Parent-loss, older x younger woman, light homophobia, not period accurate
Summary: Between glimmering ballrooms and shameless gossip you navigate your missing feelings for the many suitors, your heart simply doesn't seem to desire the proximity of. Until the departure of your cousins and a few fateful bonds throw you into the arms of Lady Agatha Harkness and your world rotates.
Good luck finding a husband, now that she has you under her spell ;)
A/N: Watching Bridgerton with my sister inspired me to imagine Mother Hahn in certain scenarios and well... this is the result of my yearning, so enjoy! :))))))
(not beta-read but proof-read by me, could still have mistakes tho so tell me if it does!) I love any kind of feedback! ANY!
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The dozens of candles perched on top of the crystal chandeliers, dip the imposing set of stairs into a soft light that reflects off the diamonds woven into the fabric of countless young debutantesâ gowns. The room is full of held breaths behind rosy painted cupidâs bows that can only be released when one of them settles to be wed.
It is exactly what they are all there for, waiting, admiring and charming gentlemen with their exquisite looks and tastes.
It is exactly what you are also there for, standing atop the grand velvet-covered staircase, overlooking what you once believed to have left behind for good after your parentâs death. First your father -you never truly knew him- then your mother following him last spring. A delicious tragedy ready to be talked about everywhere you appear.
The ballroom stretches out in front of you like a display of all that society has to offer this season. Like a buffet to pick up what you like. A preview. You let your eyes roam over the small, gathered crowds of people assembled near the unoccupied dance floor.
The queen herself has yet to arrive and introduce the festivities, so they must stick to conversing with one another until the time comes. And my my, does the high society love conversing! How else would one attract an amiable young man or woman?
Oh and how would you have loved to join in, but it feels almost impossible to do so. What will they think about you showing up after what is known about your familyâs situation? Will they gossip?
Dumb question. Those scandalmongers wouldnât miss an opportunity like this. And who better know of this than you? Werenât you after all the most committed one of them all? Werenât you in fact the one and only who would be forced to badmouth yourself after tonight?
A dragged sigh escapes your lips, accompanied by yet another anxious look over your shoulder and the tapping of your silk shoe tips on burgundy carpeted floors.
You lost your cousins to eager guests somewhere on the way inside and are now here waiting for them, tucked away in a corner. Or you -more accurately- fled from conversation, pitiful smiles and curious questions.
I am so sorry for your loss Miss Maximoff.
As if you do not already have enough worrying you with it being your third season without having nearly as much as let a single suitor court you for more than a week. But how could you help it if they simply never amused you! But while you stayed unmarried and focused on your writing and education, your late motherâs eyes became more sad and tired with every time you rejected a young gentleman.
Her last wish was for you to find yourself an honorable husband to provide for you, and with that you couldnât ignore her pleads anymore. It was now your duty to do so, no matter how little you wished to. And you wished very little. But you are back, accompanied by your cousins, standing by your side, framing you. Protecting you from greedy glances and dishonorable wedding plans.
Speaking of it, where are Billy and Tommy? Pardon- William and Thomas. You have grown far too used to those casualties over the last months while living with them on their country estate where you believed you could happily spend your last days. Wrong.
You are here again among Londonâs very own, brilliant high society.
Another sigh passes your lips at this thought, but this time it catches the attention of someone else that appears behind you.
âWhat on earth has driven you to hide over here?â You flinch and a little yelp escapes your lips before your hand flies to clasp over your mouth to silence your foolish sounds. Your eyes are met with those of your cousin, that grins back at you shamelessly.
Finally!
âGood Lord, Thomas, you frightened me!â When you smack his arm with your gloved hand, it only makes him laugh more passionately and you have to throw him a warning look to silence him.
âQuiet down! Where were you? And where is William?â
âCalm yourself cousin, William is currently caught up with⊠a friend you could say.â He pulls a face.
âSince when does Billy have friends?â Your etiquette fully drops now, slipping into easy conversation as Tommy offers you his right arm and you take it, looping your hand through it and elegantly placing it on his forearm.
Your comment only earns you an appreciative laugh from your cousin while he leads you down the grand staircase. Making fun of the younger of the twins was common ground for the two of you.
âYou cannot seriously tell me Agatha is real! I just do not believe Billy willingly spends his time with a woman! Aunt Wanda would be delight-â
âNo not like that! But yes, believe me she is very real.â
âI am aware it cannot be like that! But a young lady?â You look at him rather stunned.
âWell no, not exactly.â
âWhat do you mean no?â
âLady Harkness isnât all that yo-â
Your hushed whispers are interrupted when the pair of you reaches the bottom of the stairs and a servant offers a silver plate with dance cards to you, of which Tommy takes one and ties it around your wrist with an exaggerated flick of his wrist.
He always knows how to lift your mood and Lord- you do need it, especially today. And it doesnât fail to draw your attention from the mysterious lady in conversation. At least for now-
You thank him with a slight nod, daring to let a small smirk slip through, and decide to forget to scold him for a second. Instead you let your eyes wander the crowd, stretching out in front of you, for fitting suitors.
Suitors.
A cold shiver runs down your spine.
You can do this. It is just a few men, nothing to worry about. Just men.
Men.
The evening goes on like this. A few dances under flickering lights with not so flickering personalities, one or two glasses of punch and resisting to hide from eager debutantes and their questions. This year you cannot hide again, you ought to commit. There is no other choice.
For Mother.
Do you enjoy embroidery? How do you progress on the pianoforte? I am deeply sorry about your loss. Would you care for a glass of punch?
Dreadful. âPunchâ sounds just like the right thing to do right now.
You look around for help, but Tommy is nowhere to be seen. Neither is Billy, though you could have sworn you saw his dark curls disappear near the refreshments just a second ago.
âWill you excuse me for a moment Lord Silverton? I believe I caught a glimpse of my dear cousin over there!â
Gladly Lord Silverton nods and leaves you to walk off with a polite smile. That was close. You feel like you are about to burst out of your corset while you make your way through the crowd, looking to the floor to not be noticed.
The room feels cramped and tight, the air -also tight, your clothes are tight -the laces, the shoes- Everything is suddenly so goddamn tight, and you forget how to breathe.
You catch sight of an escape. Heavens, yes! Over there is the balcony you can see it closely. You can already taste the fresh air freeing you from this unbearable tightness, you just need to get there and-Â Umpfh
The rich, earthy smell of lilies dives deep into your soul as you bump into a tall figure, standing just by the double-winged doors leading to safety. Too close yet so far away.
The missing air streams back into your lungs in rapid speed as the figure, who appears to be a woman of ripe age, turns around with a surprised sound and steadies your shoulders with her long slender fingers. They wrap around you effortlessly just like her whole presence.
The metal band of a ring framing a deep-purple colored stone, presses cold against the exposed sliver of skin of your arm, just between your sleeve and the long gloves, like she was aiming for just that. Which of course she couldnât have been.
Her long, slender fingers have light blue veins painting a delicate web of blood under the light skin. No gloves. She is not wearing gloves. She must be either very careless or of very high rank or age. Though you can contently bury that last option because she certainly is no crone.
Your breath hitches as her soft voice sounds near your ear like a hypnotizing melody. And it drips and surrounds you like warm sticky honey, matching the heat slowly spreading through you now.
âOh hon, are you alright?â
And you make the mistake of looking up and into the womanâs eyes. And everything is blue.
Blue irises pierce through you like sapphires. Blue is everywhere. Blue. The air she brought back to your lungs just seconds ago is knocked right back out, traveling through the ballroom, whispering tales of blue, blue only blue.
And she is beautiful.
Ebony waves are pinned into an elegant hairstyle on the top of her head while loose strands dance around her sharp jawline. She radiates maturity and power along with a special kind of warmth that envelops you fully.
Surely not a crone.
âI-â
She laughs. Oh god- Who is she? You have never seen her before. Surely you -especially you- would have noticed her, known of her! With a laugh like that- God that laugh, and how her eyes donât quite laugh along, dark pupils, observing, curious. Thereâs a twinkle to them, that carries something dangerous within.
âOh hon breathe!â
She says it like itâs easy and a flush creeps up your neck, dusting your cheeks with a soft rosy glow. And she still hasnât let go of you yet. She could have easily let go of you by now. Could she not? But you follow her command like magically bound and try to take deeper steadier breaths until you get your ability to speak back. It works surprisingly well and she lets out an approving hum that vibrates through your entire body.
Oh. God. Keep breathing.
After what feels like an eternity of her studying you, while you focus on the flow of air through your body, you finally feel ready to speak again.
âI am so sorry, my lady! I was not looking- â
She gives your arms a gentle squeeze and finally lets her hands slide off your arms with a soft shake of her head and a grin.
âPlease no- call me Agatha!â
Agatha?
âFriends of William are my friends too. Especially cousins!â
