I am 33 years old. I have 2 kids. I love many different things, but I absolutely love reading any story and/or fanfiction. Current obsession is Moiraine Damodred.
Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader // Agatha x Reader x Rio
Warnings: Slight Angst / Violence
Summary:
Centuries ago, Agatha Harkness was condemned by her own coven for entangling herself with the dark arts, yet when they tried to execute her she turned their magic against them, draining them of their power and leaving nothing but hollowed husks & ashes in her wake. In the aftermath of Salem, she found solace in an unlikely love, forging an unbreakable bond with the Reader and later with the cosmic enigma herself, Rio Vidal. Their passion burned bright, but fate is rarely kind to those who defy its balance.
When Nicholas Scratch was born, he was not just your son but a child of magic, a gift from Rio—one that came at an unforeseen cost. Fearful of the price that would one day be demanded, Agatha ran taking Nicholas with her in a desperate attempt to keep him safe. But no amount of magic, no amount of hiding could change what had already been decided.
Years later, Agatha stands on your doorstep, stripped of her power and seeking aid. But the wounds of betrayal are not so easily mended and the weight of grief is not so easily forgotten. How dare she return now, after all this time—after leaving you to grieve alone. Love, loss, and the cruel hands of fate weave their story together once more, But some wounds do not heal without a price.
A/N: I’ve been toying around with my story trying to perfect it but I honestly think that the writing anxiety may never leave so I’m gonna post and hope for the best lmaoo. I have the summary here & as much as the first I’ll say 900-1000 words, just to get a feel for the vibe im reaching for. I’m currently trying to wrap up the story, It’s sitting at like 5000 words right now and I have a more to cover so I may just post it in parts if anyone ends up interested 🤷🏾♀️
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Prologue:
The past has a cruel way of refusing to stay buried.
You never thought you’d see her again. Not after everything. Not after the night she disappeared, your son clutched tightly in her arms, leaving nothing behind but the ghosts of what could have been
Yet here she stands.
Agatha Harkness.
Her name alone is enough to stir something violent in you. Fury, sorrow, longing—they tangle together in your chest, an unbearable weight pressing against your ribs. You grip the doorframe, knuckles white, grounding yourself against the storm raging inside.
She looks different. The Agatha you remember carried herself with unshakable confidence, a woman of wit and wickedness, always two steps ahead of everyone else. But now… now she stands before you stripped bare, her once-powerful presence reduced to something raw and vulnerable. The sharp lines of her face are worn with exhaustion, her usually effortless smirk absent. And her eyes—those piercing, cunning eyes—are filled with something you never thought you’d see from her.
Desperation.
“Hello, darling.” Her voice is rough, as if the words scrape against her throat. A feeble attempt at familiarity, but the term of endearment is a knife twisting in your gut. Your body moves before your mind catches up. The slap echoes in the still night air, your palm stinging from the force of it. Agatha barely flinches. If anything, she looks as though she expected it.
“How dare you,” you breathe, your voice shaking. Not with fear, but with rage. With grief. “How dare you show your face here.”
Agatha exhales slowly, a ghost of a smile on her lips—humorless, self-deprecating. “I suppose I deserve that.”
You scoff, stepping back, gripping the door as if it’s the only thing keeping you from crumbling. “You deserve a hell of a lot worse.”
A gust of wind rustles through the trees, and for a moment, silence stretches between you. Heavy. Suffocating. Agatha glances past you, as if trying to peer inside, but you move to block her view.
“There’s nothing for you here,” you say coldly.
She hesitates, her throat bobbing as she swallows whatever words she wants to say. “I wouldn’t have come if I had any other choice.” You laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Of course. Agatha Harkness, only ever looking out for herself.”
Her jaw tightens, and for the first time since she arrived, something sharp flickers in her gaze. “That’s not fair.”
“Not fair?” The words taste bitter on your tongue. “You ran, Agatha. You didn’t even give me a chance to—” Your voice catches, a lump forming in your throat. You force yourself to swallow it down. “You left me.” Agatha flinches. It’s small, barely perceptible, but you see it.
“I thought I was protecting him,” she says quietly. “I thought—” She exhales sharply, pressing a hand to her forehead. “I thought if I could just keep him away, keep him safe, maybe…”
“Maybe you could cheat fate?” you finish for her, the words laced with venom.
She doesn’t answer. She doesn’t have to. You both know the truth.
Your fingers dig into the doorframe, your breath unsteady. You don’t want to do this. You don’t want to feel this—this unbearable ache in your chest, this longing for something that can never be undone.
Agatha steps forward, cautiously, as if afraid you’ll lash out again. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “But I need your help.”
You let out a slow, measured breath, staring at the woman who once held your heart in her hands—who crushed it just as easily. “Give me one good reason-” you say, voice hollow “-why I shouldn’t slam this door in your face.”
Agatha meets your gaze, and for the first time since she arrived, her walls crumble completely. “Because I have nothing left.”
Damn her—damn her for making you care, even after everything.
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saw a woman comforting her sobbing child saying “i already told you, you have to keep looking forward, looking back just gets you hurt” and i thought she was sharing a beautiful life lesson about the importance of letting go of regret and resentment. but it turns out the kid just wasn’t looking where he was going and ran into a wall
Aurelia Perron is the oldest daughter at 20 years old. Ever since she was a child, she could see, touch and feel things that no else in her family could. What happens when she and her family moves into a haunted house and something starts to terrorize her and her family? What happens when her mother gets help from Ed and Lorraine Warren, who happen to be her soulmates? How would Ed and Lorraine feel about their soulmate being terrorized?
Plot: You have a past with Agatha, one as old as your ages. Your roads often met, but more than once, she left you behind. Now, once again, your paths cross, but this time; it is intentional.
Taking place around Episode 2 of the series. Might continue it if it gets popular or leave it as a small one-shot. Give it a shot and let me know
You were a rare type of witch, one whose path not many chose to follow; but not you. The very same moon you observed and talked to as a child was the very same source of your power.
The very same moon shapes you as you grow, your moods and natures shifting like the never-ending phases. Both light and darkness resided within your soul, one path sometimes more tempting than the others and vice versa.
It was under that that you learnt to do your first spell, that you practised your Latin, and it was under the same moon that you met her...
Agatha Harkness
Under the full moon had you gathered with her and her coven, to praise the Godess around the fire; bodies void of any clothing as your magic grew wild and free.
After that, you met again and again; sometimes by mere coincidence.
Your ever shifting nature was what had kept others away, keeping you confined to a small neutral space between two covens but never able to truly join any of them. Your complex thoughts that guided your kindness and also led you down dangerous paths became a mystery for Agatha to explore... to study.
The meetings became intentional, the unique aspect of your mind was something she welcomed and encouraged; the very first sparkle between you.
Sometimes your sweet words and smiles seemed to melt whatever ice was threatening to form around her heart; seemed to bring light into days her thoughts were too dark.
And sometimes, your mischievous nature assisted her with crazy plans; noses buried behind stolen scrolls of forbidden magic.
During those moments, sparks always seemed to fly between the two of you. Sometimes, they were small, hiding behind brushing hands and contagious smiles. Other times, those sparks threatened to ignite an immortal fire; fueled by long touches, lustful looks, and forbidden secret kisses.
It never went too far, and it never became something permanent. You learnt to live with it, also unsure if this could ever work out or if it was a momentarily escape from the solitary life chosen for you.
You never judged her decisions but never tried to change her either, even when you could see the dark path she favoured was becoming too much.
You opened your door for her when she first fel like an outcast, and again after, she had taken down her coven. You offered her your house and a change of clothes, a warm tea and a shoulder to rant.
Yet when she told you of her plans, when she asked you to join her... you politely declined. This was not the path you wished to take, and whether she was hurt by your words or not, remained a mystery; true feelings hidden behind sarcastic words and fake smiles.
Eventually your paths parted and the years passed by. However, fate seemed to draw you back to one another like two halves of a whole; supernatural powers trying to keep you together.
It never lasted for long.
Your door was always open and sometimes, those old sparks seemed to reappear but by then, Agatha's mind had been taken by a need for power.
Once again, you did not follow, only watched her walk away from you for yet one more time. More than once, you thought to call her out, say you changed your opinion and join her; or even try to shift her goal... but you never did.
Like the silent moon watching over the earth, you did that... just watch. You became her light when she needed you but never dared to take the next step; your conflicted thoughts and emotions stood in the way.
Somewhere in the future, she stopped showing up, and you wondered if she had settled down at last or someone had taken her down. Both scenarios made your heart ache, and thus, you chose to forget; lock away any memories you had once created.
It worked and you continued your solitary life, never setting for a place too long and never looking at someone the same way you would look at Agatha.
Now, you had a small business right beneath your little apartment. It was not something fancy, simple crystals and tarot cards for those interested. You also offered star and even zodiac readings, being perhaps what truly ade you famous amongst your customers.
The moon always guided you, the stars spoke to you even when placed on a simple imaginary map. The houses dividing the sky exposed their secrets to you; both of past and future.
So it was no wonder all kinds of people walked through your door; some more believers than others but all with the same curiosity about their lives.
Yet you did not expect that one calm day, the bell above the door would ring and a familiar face would step into the shop.
"Hello, Hon" the husky female voice you had almost forgotten reached your ears like the sweetest melody.
Your breath caught in your throat for a moment, before your mask settled back into place. "Agatha" you greeted her back, offering her the courtesy of standing up from the wooden chair you occupied behind an old worn out desk.
Her blue eyes locked onto yours with the same intensity they had all those years, invisible flames dancing behind your irises; threatening to mix and burn everything to the ground.
As you stared into the face you often searched for amongst the stars, that little locked chest at the back of your mind was forced open. The memories you had suppressed all those years flooded your mind, making your heart beat twice as fast as both happiness and pain dominated you.
"It has been too long" Agatha said, her voice acting like a beacon that saved you from drawing in your emotions. "Missed me?"
Her signature smirk was still there, eyes flickering with mischief and tempting pink lips stretching faintly; yours for the taking, if you dared to step closer.
It was then you noticed that someone had one with her. A teenage boy, stood tall behind her; trying to observe some crystals but his eyes often lingered to you.
You didn't know whom this boy was but your mind rushed to scenarios, wondering if he was her son; the product of love with someone other than you. Even if not by blood, Agatha had chosen it; letting him take your place after she got tired of you turning down her offers.
You were not sure and did your best to remain calm, not let anything show and not lose control of yourself. Your mind was both your blessing and your curse, its mood as uncontrollable and unpredictable as the rising tide; controlled by an ethereal power far beyond your reach.
Agatha seemed to understand where your gaze lingered, the teenage boy feeling slightly uncomfortable under the vague expression casted in your eyes.
She rolled her eyes at the drama. "He is my pet, not much of an importance" she explained dryly and then sent a warning glare to the boy, ensuring he would not utter a word.
The situation was delicate, it needed proper handling. If it was up to her, she would have left him in the car, one window barely open for some air but she couldn't.
Well, she could try but the boy was persistent and at that moment; Agatha did not truly think him being there would change something.
Considering how welcoming you always had been over the course of centuries, how considerate you have been of her well-being and how willing you were to help; even when a part of you clearly wanted to stop her.
"What do you want?" You managed to ask, your voice sounding as cold as you wished it to be.
The moon was not yet full, the tide had not fully risen and there was still power to hold everything at bay.
Her timing could not have been better and something told you, that she knew it. Never having forgotten how unique your thoughts were and how they matched the white moon that offered its light when the two of you met in secret.
"I plan to walk down the road, you see. And I am in need of a coven" she said simply, making it hard for you to detect whether she was even slightly affected by your meeting after so long. "Are you in?" She asked next, not giving you much time to debate.
The clock at the wall was ticking in sync with your beating heart as you processed an answer.
Perhaps this one should be different from all the others... just this once.
I would never hurt you: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x Fem!reader
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Summary: You live in Westview and you’re trapped under Wanda’s mind control, Agatha gets closer to you and you fall in love with her, everything was great until you notice some glitches around town, you end up listening to Agnes and Wanda’s discussion at Agnes’ basement about how everything in Westview is fake, heartbroken you try to leave Westview.
Words: 4000+
Warnings: Angst, but fluff at the end, I think that´s it.
Author’s notes: Hi again!
This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.
Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.
I hope you enjoy!
If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️
You found yourself lying in Agnes’ bed, the shutters were opened and the sun was lighting up her room, you were thinking about the weird things that had happened around Westview for the past days, like the incident that took place the day before yesterday, you saw something really strange while you were choosing the food you would take home.
You tried to recall step by step what had happened, first, in the morning when you left your home, you walked past your front garden and went straight to your mailbox, now that you think about it, you found the action kind of weird, you never got any mail, but still you always checked the small container, it was something that you made exactly at the same hour every morning, as if you just were on autopilot, why did you always do that without even thinking twice? Anyway, you tried to focused on what else you had done that day.
After checking the mailbox you looked to your girlfriend’s house, and you noticed that she was not in her garden, you frowned, she was always there watering her plants and when she looked at you she would go near to the border that separates your garden from hers and she would give you a peck on your lips, you thought many things about why she wasn’t there but you stopped, maybe she just overslept, so you brushed the thought off.
Giving a quick glance to Wanda’s house you noticed it was strangely quiet and calm, it was weird for a family with two kids, well three if you think about it, Wanda’s brother was like the twins’ brother instead of their uncle, you decided to stop thinking about it, maybe they decided to sleep till noon.
Continuing with your daily routine, you started your way to the grocery store, the same store you always went to buy things.
While you were walking down the street, you saw Dottie working in her garden, she was always gardening, now that you thought about it.
She raised her head to look at you curiously, you didn’t mind her, after all she exhibits strange behavior at times, right?
You walked past her and continued your way to the store.
The mailman waved his hand at you with a smile on his face and you smiled back at him, he was always smiling and always greeted everyone, it was nice to see someone with manners, unlike Dottie, whenever she saw you she just stared at you eerily, it was kind of awkward, now that you were thinking about it again, maybe you could ask Agnes if she knew something about the odd looks and weird glances that Dottie had been throwing at you, maybe your girlfriend knew something you didn’t, maybe it wasn’t something important , or maybe Agnes had said something to her and Dottie was just feeling bitter, yes you thought that could be the answer.
Anyway, you arrived at the entrance of the grocery store and took a shopping cart from the ones that were in a row outside the convenience store.
Walking with the shopping cart you went to the beer & wine section, thinking of having a romantic dinner with Agnes later at night, you thought of buying a bottle of red wine, and you could also buy pasta, that would work, yesterday you were reading some recipes in the book that Wanda gave to you, so you could try to prepare something for Agnes and you.
Having Agnes around your house and in your life was awesome, she was always making you smile , you couldn’t help it, she always cracked you up with her jokes and her comments, whenever she had a new gossip she would tell you everything about it right away, when you arrived at her place or when she arrived at yours.
Her laugh and her smile always melted your heart, that and when she called you sweetheart, honey, angel or any other pet name she had for you, you just blushed furiously, you couldn’t help it.
Agnes loved when you blushed at her words, so she loved calling you different pet names.
Wait, you were thinking again about Agnes, you just couldn’t help it, you were so in love with her, again you tried to focused on what had happened at the grocery store, when you put the wine, the pasta, and some chocolates too into the shopping cart, you kept walking and when you turned to the left, right at the end of the aisle you were just leaving, you saw a kid running through the corridor and when he was about to turn to the other side of the aisle, he tripped over his own feet, you gasped because he was carrying a glass bottle milk, he was going to hurt himself! You ran towards the kid to try to catch him, but you were sure you wouldn’t be able to catch him in time, before you could get to him, something happened, the sound of glass shattering against the floor never came, and then you found yourself back in the beer & wine aisle, you were shocked.
What had happened? You stood in the middle of the aisle, not knowing what to do, you were trying not to lose your composure, you tried to keep calm, leaving the shopping cart in the middle of the corridor you went to look for other people and you found the same boy who was about to fall minutes ago, you looked at him and this time he wasn’t carrying the glass bottle, you were perplexed, what had happened?
Leaving the store, you went back to your neighborhood.
What was going on?
You decided to knock on your girlfriend’s door.
Knocking repeatedly, she answered with a huge smile, but when she noticed how tensed and confused you looked, her expression changed for one full of worry.
“Angel, are you ok? What happened?”
You looked at her, lost for words, how were you going to tell her what had happened when you didn’t even know what happened back there?
Agnes looked how pale you were, and took your hand in hers, dragging you to her couch, where she made you sat down in it and she sat down as well next to you, never letting go of your hand.
“Angel what happened? I need you to tell me so I can help you”- With her free hand, she stroked your face, she made you look at her and then she gave you a gentle and loving kiss, her action made you feel less stressed
-“ Agnes, I’m not sure, I was at the grocery store, and a boy was going to fall to the floor and the next thing I knew I was back at the aisle I had been 10 minutes before, I’m not sure what happened I mean, I can’t explain it”-
“oh honey, you do not have to be afraid, it’s ok, come here”
She opened her arms in a sweet gesture, she was about to hug you but you smashed your body against hers, you put your arms around her neck and she placed her hands in your waist, caressing your back.
“Doll, you do not have to worry about any of this, you won’t have to be afraid of this by tomorrow, all of this will end, trust me”
You didn’t think much about her words and just let her comfort you, she smelled like vanilla and her touch soothed you.
She dragged you to her bed, and when you laid next to her against the mattress, she passed her arm around your waist and kissed you, at first the kiss was gentle and loving, but after some minutes the kiss became full of passion.
“Sweetheart, you do not have to worry about nothing, nothing bad will happen to you as long as I’m by your side, alright?”
You nodded and rested your head against her chest while she kept petting your hair, you closed your eyes and fell asleep.
The next day when you woke up, Agnes was not on the other side of her bed, but on her nightstand she had left you a note, you took it an read it, in the letter she told you that she would come home later and that she loved you, so now you were in her bed, thinking about what had happened
You raised your head to look at the clock that was hanging on the wall, it was already noon?
Did you spend all morning thinking?
You removed yourself from Agnes’ bed and went straight to the kitchen, opening the fridge you took the orange juice and poured it into one glass.
You spent two hours trying to watch the tv, but you couldn’t focus on anything, maybe a walk could help to clear your mind.
Going outside to the front yard of your girlfriend, you noticed something, no one was outside their home and everything was eerily silent, you looked around the other houses in front of you, you decided to go to Wanda’s house, maybe she knew something, but when walked towards her house and were about to knock on her door, you saw that Wanda’s house door was open, this was completely wrong, she never left her door opened, what if it was a burglar?
You stepped back, and went back to your girlfriend’s house, you had just arrived at the front door you saw some vines on the floor, they were black with some glowing purple strands, and even though you knew you should have entered to the house you decided to follow the vines.
Walking slowly and watching carefully your surroundings, you followed all the way the vines were going to, and their trace finished on the basement doors of your girlfriend.
At this point you were afraid; Agnes was in danger?
You were afraid, but mostly you were worried, what if someone hurt Agnes?
You plucked up courage to open the basement doors and finally you entered the basement.
The closer you got to the end of the stairs, the darker it became, you were about to enter to the room when you heard Wanda’s voice, what was she doing in your girlfriend’s basement?
What confused you the most was that you heard your girlfriend’s voice too, what was happening?
“ Wanda, Wanda, you didn’t think you were the only magical girl in town did you?”-
What was she talking about? Magic?
You jumped at the sudden sound of a metallic door closing abruptly
“The name’s Agatha Harkness, lovely to finally meet you dear”-
You gasped, you were lost for words, why your girlfriend was calling herself Agatha?
You tried to keep quiet, it was too soon to draw conclusions
“ We have work to do!”
You didn’t understand anything at this point, anything made sense, what were they talking about!?
You listened to Agnes, or Agatha, or whoever she was, saying something about some runes and magic, you couldn’t stop yourself from peeking your head a little inside the basement, you wanted to see your girlfriend
Your girlfriend had a purple shirt and black pants on, but her hair was kind of messy, in a different situation you would have told her how great she looked with the messy hair, but this was different, you tried to focused on what she was about to say.
“Who are you? All those costumes and hairstyles, I was so patient, waiting for you to reveal your true self, I got close with fake Pietro, I had to play along everything you did to get close to your magic”
“When I sensed this place, the afterglow of so many spells cast all at once, oh, I couldn’t make head or tails of it, I had to come here to know the source of all of this powerful magic, I even had to pretend I was your friend!”
-“ I had to pretend I was one your little puppets, I had to play house to make you believe everything was under your mind control, how are you doing it? You’re even running illusions miles away at the edge of town! Magic on autopilot” - She stopped for a moment, before speaking again
“- What’s your secret sister?”
You were perplexed, so everything about this town was just a lie? Everything was fake? And Agnes had known all this time?
You couldn’t believe it, you loved her, you had fallen in love so badly, and everything she had been doing was, she was just lying to you all this time!
So, everything she did was act, like if everything you had passed through together had been just some performance, some kind of play, did she really just pretend everything? Even when she told you that she loved you? You couldn’t believe it
You remembered the first time you met her, you were on your garden, watering the plants and she called you over the border that separated both gardens, you blushed at the sight of your beautiful neighbor calling you, you stopped doing your things and went to greet her.
“- Hello! I’m Y/N-” you looked at her with a smile on your face
“- Well hello to you too dear, my name’s Agnes, it’s a pleasure to meet someone as endearing as you, I noticed you have been working on your garden for quite a long time, so I decided to brought you a glass of cold lemonade, I did it myself, squeezed lemons, added water and some sugar, and on top of everything I put some ice, here take it, it’s rather a hot day, and you look like you need it sweetheart-”
You sobbed at the thought, she just needed you to get close to Wanda, she knew you were her friend, and she planned every little detail since the start, getting close to you and then getting close to the Wanda-Vision family to keep tracks of Wanda, because of her power, and that’s why you couldn’t recall anything before Westview, Wanda created everything, the only thing staying was your real name, but why?
You really didn’t want to think about it anymore, you were completely heartbroken, you thought that what you had with Agnes was especial, that you two belonged together, you had imagine a whole life with her, she told you the same for god’s sake, she had told you how much she loved you, so many kisses that she had given you, and everything felt real, but it was not, you couldn’t stand it, you didn’t want to hear anymore, afraid of what else Agnes could say.
Your sight was blurry, you couldn’t see clearly, tears coming out of your eyes, you couldn’t stop the tears, you wanted to leave, so you turned around ready to leave the basement , but you tripped over a vine and fell down, hitting hard against the cold floor with a thud, you panicked, hoping that they wouldn’t have heard you, you tried to get up from the cold floor without making any kind of noise, however you didn’t succeed at making any noise because you heard footsteps coming towards you
“Y/N? What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here sweetheart, let me help you”- She tried to reach your hand and when she touched your hand you hastily pushed her away from her touch
It hurt you deep inside you the way she looked at you, at how you had reacted when she touched you, she looked heartbroken, but was she really?
You were hurt, she didn’t have the right to look hurt, she had lied to you, but even though you wanted to be angry at her, you couldn’t, you just felt sad and exhausted
“ Don’t call me sweetheart, not when you don’t mean it, please Agnes, Agatha or whatever your name is, please stop, you lied to me, why? It would have been better if you just had told me you wanted to be close to Wanda, because of her powers, you shouldn’t have made me believe that you were in love with me, you broke my heart! How could you!?”
“Honey, it’s not what you think, I would never hurt you on purpose, please let me explain everything to you, we can pass through this, together, I DO love you, I’m in love with you-”
-“How am I supposed to believe you? You just told Wanda that you had to play along, that you had to play house, I don’t even know who you truly are”-
You were sobbing really hard, and Agnes had tears streaming down her beautiful face
“Please doll, don’t cry, let me wipe your tears away, I can’t stand seeing you cry, I’m sorry I-” She said crying as well as you
-“I think I should leave”-
Despite not really wanting to leave Agnes you had to, you had to think about everything, about Agnes and about you
“Give me some time, please, I- I need to think, please”
She looked at you, she didn’t want you to go, she wanted to hold you close to her, she wanted to wrap her arms around you and oh how she wanted to tell how much she loved you, but she decided that maybe you would talk to her, when you would have calmed down, so she nodded
“I love you Y/N”
You turned to look at her one more time, and left the basement
You went straight to your not-so-real home, and looked around it, this was not you real home, who were you? You didn’t know, you had to leave, it was the only thing that you thought as something reasonable, you went to your closet to pack some things.
Meanwhile in Agnes’ basement she was having an internal fight with herself, had it been the best to let you go? She had completely forgotten about why she had entered Westview in the first time, yes at first she had just wanted to get close to Wanda’s powers, but the more she shared time with her beloved Y/N, the more she would fall for her, it was your smile and your laugh what had captivated her the most, how your smile would lighten and entire room, the way you looked at her, as if you were mesmerized by her presence, she loved you hair, she loved every single thing about you, and before she had realized she had fallen head over heels for you, she already felt a strong connection with you, she couldn’t lose you, not now, she couldn’t just lose you because of her selfish actions, she gave a quick glance to Wanda and just left her roaming free in the basement, she knew that Wanda was aware of where the exit was.
When Agatha arrived at your house, she looked for you, and you were nowhere to be seen, worry started to creep inside her, so she flew above the city to look for you, when she spotted you, walking down an avenue she rushed to go towards you, she Landed right in front of you and you gasped, she could fly? You would have guessed, she was a witch after all, you stopped walking and look right into her eyes, she had tears running through her eyes as well as you.
“Please Honey, let’s talk, let me explain”
You remained silent, you didn’t know what to tell her, you wanted to hear her out but still she had hurt you a lot
“Talk to me honey, please”
She begged you, and at that point you realized she couldn’t have been acting, you had a soft spot for her, and you loved her a lot, so you threw yourself at her, and she caught you in her arms, you wrapped your arms around her neck, she placed her arms around your waist and tightened her grip around you, as if she was afraid that you would vanished
“Why did you lie to me!?”-
You were hiding your face on her neck and almost choke on your sobs, tears staining her purple sweater
“I’m sorry, I did it to get close to her, to her power, she is a very powerful witch, and when I noticed you were a close friend of hers, I decided to be your friend, I fell for you, I didn’t mean to, but I did and it’s real, I’m sorry for lying to you, I wanted to tell you but, I was afraid, and I’m sorry that you had to hear that, please, I really love you, I can make it up for you, just do not leave me”
She kissed your forehead asking you to forgive her.
When you calmed down, you remove yourself a little from her, just to look at her baby blue eyes.
“I believe you; I’m still hurt about you not telling me the truth but I love you and I don’t think I can let go of you”
You sighed, it will take time, but you were sure that little by little you would trust completely in her.
She looked at you, and caressed your chin and you leant into her hand
“Also, from now on, you will have to tell me the truth, no more lies” -
She smiled at you and nodded
“No more lies, I will make it up to you I promise”
She then, put her forehead against yours and captured your lips against hers, the kiss was gentle and full of love, she would never let you go.
When the two of you felt the need to breath again, you gently broke the kiss, you frown when you remembered about Wanda
“I think you will have to talk to Wanda, otherwise I’m not sure if she will be mad”
She smiled a little and told you with a grin on her face:
“oh don’t worry dear, I’m sure she will understand”
You frowned and pouted, you were not sure
“Ok, ok dear, I will talk to her, but tomorrow, I want to spend the rest of the night with you, alright? I want to hold you close to me, and let you know how much I love you”
You smiled; it was a great idea.
“Ok, let’s go home, I’m exhausted, and the thought of cuddling with you sounds great”
She took the small suitcase that was lying on the floor and looked at you with a smile on her face, she gave you a peck on your lips, then she rested her arm on your waist and brought you closer to her, both of you started to walk towards Agatha’s house, now you would have to get used to call he by her real name, you still had a lot of questions, but you had all the time, you could ask her everything tomorrow morning, for now you would enjoy your night cuddling with her, after all she would never hurt you on purpose.
Summary: After you call things off with Kate, you realise that no matter how much you avoid her, your feelings won’t go away.
Warnings: Implied sex, explicit language
You don’t speak to her for a month, which is impressive considering you’re under her command. She’d tried to call you once or twice, you’d caught her staring in a few team meetings, but other than that it was like the past year had never happened. You delete the photos off your phone, shove her things into shoe box under your bed and attempt to erase any reminder of her from your personal life.
You think you can manage. UNIT’s a good job - the best job in fact, the sort of thing you’d dreamed of since you were small. You work with aliens, you save the world, you’re challenged every day. Surely all of that balances out the pain of seeing her on the regular?
Avoiding her is easy, you tell yourself. You simply make sure you’re assigned to projects she isn’t leading on, stop going for after-work drinks and keep your head down at your laptop.
It’s when the rumours about her and Colonel Ibrahim start that you realise perhaps it actually won’t be so easy. Donna mentions it to you in passing one morning, mid-gossip over the coffee machine.
“Have you heard about the Commander and the Colonel?”
You stop stirring your coffee.
“No?”
“Mel was saying she saw him pick her up from work yesterday.” Donna’s grinning like she’s caught the scoop of the century. Usually you’d have been just as invested, but instead you feel like you’ve left your body and are stood watching a stranger have this conversation with Donna.
“Oh,” you manage. “That’s funny.”
You hurry off to your next meeting, hands trembling and barely able to concentrate. It couldn’t be true, could it?
You can’t bring yourself to ask Mel. You don’t want to know, and as long as you don’t know you can convince yourself it’s not happening. You go through the motions, pretending that you don’t see the intimate whispers between Kate and Christofer on the command deck, pretend you don’t notice them sat too closely together in meetings.
Your delusion is shattered after Sutekh. You’re brought back to life rather dizzingly after being disintegrated into sand, and of course the first person you think of is Kate. Except when you look over, the Colonel’s already with her, helping her up and there they are sharing that look again. She manages to spare you a cursory glance but then… then she’s holding his hand. In front of everyone.
Your stomach rolls. You want to throw up. You think you physically feel your heart break in two and you rush off home early, skipping the debrief and breaking protocol in the process.
You thought you could do it but she’s making it impossible. You hate her. How could she? A whole year together and she was over it in a month, moving onto someone she was happily displaying around the office like she was in love. Worst of all, the staff were happy for her, leaving you her dirty secret, some mere side piece that had meant nothing.
You knock on her office door the next day and place your resignation letter on her desk.
“What’s this?” She looks over the top of her reading glasses at you. Those eyes used to make you melt and now you feel nothing but cold hard resentment.
“It’s my four weeks notice,” you tell her plainly.
“Why?” She frowns.
“I’ve decided it’s time to move on from UNIT,”
“Don’t be silly, Y/N,” she takes off her glasses and sits back in her chair. It’s the first time you’re alone together since you fucked her in that restaurant bathroom. “I’m not accepting it.”
“You can’t not accept it.”
“Watch me.”
“I’m not playing whatever game this is.” You turn to leave, but she’s up and moving around her desk, grabbing your arm. You’re immediately transported back to the last time you’d argued in here and how you’d given up the fight as soon as she’d kissed you, forgiving her for everything.
Not this time.
“Is this about us?” She hisses the “us” like it’s a bad word.
“Of course it’s about us.” you shrug her off.
“Y/N, you’re one of my best soldiers. I’m not letting you walk out of here over something so petty.”
Your face burns.
“Yeah well you’ve got plenty other soldiers to choose from haven’t you?”
Realisation dawns on her face.
“This is about Colonel Ibrahim isn’t it?”
“That and a million other things, Kate.” You tell her. “You’re insufferable.”
She has a the decency to look hurt, adopting that face of hers that looks like a slapped puppy. You had a sharp tongue and you knew how to use it.
“I can’t sit here,” you tell her, “and watch you parade your new toy boy around the office in front of everyone like we didn’t basically date for a year.”
“You’re the one who called it off.”
“Because you were hiding me from everyone!”
“I was trying to protect you!”
“From what, Kate?” You say exasperatedly, “I was in love with you and you knew it, and yet you still let our friends-with-benefits thing carry on for your own amusement. The only thing I should have been protected from is you.”
She stares at you, and maybe her eyes are a little wet. You don’t allow yourself to linger on them.
“I’ve left your stuff in a box in my locker if you want to grab it,” you tell her matter-of-factly.
“I don’t want my fucking stuff, Y/N,” she sighs, leaning against her desk - slumping against it, even. “I want you.”
“You should’ve treated me like it.”
“I thought you’d come back,” she confesses, wiping away a stray tear.
You feel your anger subside slightly, replaced by confusion. You’d never seen her cry before.
“You loved me?” She asks hoarsely.
“Don’t act like you didn’t know.”
She doesn’t reply and looks down at the floor guiltily.
“Do you still?”
“You think I’d be resigning if I didn’t feel anything for you?”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I didn’t think it would get this serious.”
“We went on holiday together. I slept in your bed for days on end. You let it get serious.”
“I know, I know,” she admits, “pure self-indulgence. I shouldn’t have led you on when I wasn’t ready for it.”
It’s the most you’ve ever gotten out of her on this subject, and still she isn’t reciprocating your feelings.
“Self-indulgence?” You repeat.
“I…” she waves her hand searching for the words. “I wasn’t ready to be in love again after my divorce. And I didn’t to have to put my kids through another one of my tumultuous relationships. And I didn’t want you to get stuck with someone twice your age and your boss. And… I didn’t want to stop seeing you. I could give you a million excuses, Y/N. They wouldn’t make up for how I’ve made you feel.”
“That’s what you mean by protecting me?” You ask, “You didn’t think I might want a say?”
She grimaces.
“Was it just sex?” You ask softly, because you have to know, once and for all.
She shakes her head.
“And Christofer?”
“A rebound.”
“Have you slept with him?”
She nods and your heart plummets again.
“Just the once,” she says, “I was trying to stop thinking about you. Trying to kid myself I could forget about it.”
You want to hate her for it but you can’t. After all, you’d slept with someone whilst you were with Kate, trying to distract yourself from your feelings. It would be hypocritical to expect differently of her.
“I tell him to piss off.” She pleads, “Say it was nothing. Hell, I’ll even find a way to fire him if that’s what you need to forgive me.”
“I couldn’t ever not forgive you Kate, that’s kind of been my ongoing issue for the last year.”
She huffs a laugh, reaching out to take your hand. You gaze at her, taking in all her familiar features that you’ve abstained from for a whole month. You’re leaning in and then… she pulls back.
“No.” She says and you want to scream but then: “This isn’t just a quick fuck. We should do this properly. Let me take you to dinner?”
She’d taken you to dinner a dozen times before but this felt different.
“Oliveli?” She suggests, “With your favourite pasta and the really good french martini’s?”
You nod.
“And then,” she suggests, rubbing her thumb over your hand, “and then maybe it’s time I sat the kids down and had a chat to them about you.”
It’s the closest admission to love you’d ever heard from her. You can’t help the smile creeping onto her face.
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
Her hand falls to the desk and crumples up your notice. Without tearing her eyes away from yours, her perfect aim lands it in the bin across the room.
abby with a breeding kink and a strap with a vibrating harness.. she’s just so nasty w it and cannot shut up about how much she needs to give you a baby
anon i luv u so much that i just wrote this entire fic and it blew the tumblr editor. let me roll another j and get into it because it's all i can think about now. I finished this at 3am so I hope it’s coherent
smuuut, fingering (both receiving), strap sucking, squirting, heavy breeding kink, some lactation kink (?), lots of talk about cum.
it's gluttony, it's fucking indulgent. a vibrating strapon that squirted.
"right now?" you ask pleadingly and abby nods pulling her clothes off and you watch her a moment, her toned stomach, her trail of her down to her mound, you licked you lips and tore your tank and panties away, taking lube from the drawer.
"wanna suck you off and feel inside you daddy," you whine, falling to your knees before abby who whines at the sight, giving you cheek a short sharp smack and bucking her hips at the sight of your eyes rolling back.
"greedy little slut, you want me to cum down your throat too?" you moan and gather the wetness between her thighs, rubbing her clit with lube and securing the rose on her clit she moans as your finger sink inside her, the sigh of your tongue licking the tip of her cock.
she moans as you curl your fingers into her gspot, fingers sinking to the hilt you whine at the feeling of her wet gummy walls around your fingers clenching as she bucks into your mouth. "shit baby, look at you go," she moans when you sputter out around her, fingers never stopping their thrusting as abby groans, pulling back and fucking into your mouth.
"you fucking want it don't you? want me fuckin - um shoot my cum - fuck" abby groans when you crook your fingers so your knuckles are hitting every part of her sensitive walls. "so good honey that's good, god fuck m'gonna cum," abby groans, pulling you off her dick and slapping your cheek, "show daddy that slutty mouth" she moans at your pouty mouth, lips wet with drool.
abby spits into your mouth, chuckling when you moan and then she slides her strap back inside your mouth, her thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. "such a fucking good girl, you gonna swallow baby?" you moan as she reaches down to feel your stretched throat and you go dizzy with the pressure she applies. she watches your eyes roll back and grunts and she cums pulling back to let some of it pool in your mouth as her pussy throbs.
abby moans watching you swallow and pulls you up by your hair to kiss you, tasting the strawberry remnants of her cum in your mouth. you both moan as your wet tongues slide together and abby sucks on your tongue, turning your back against her chest and slithering an arm between your breasts to wrap a hand around your throat.
your girlfriend gathers the wetness between your thighs and tastes you on her fingers for a moment, moaning and going down to rub your clit and through your lips. you whine as abby kicks you legs open and sinks her fingers into your pussy, to the hilt.
"fuck, oh my god you're wet, you this wet from sucking me off? and feeling my cunt?" abby moans when you nod, your head lolling back into her chest, chanting kiss kiss kiss. so she does, lays a needy kiss to your mouth as her thumb strums over your clit and she taps on your gspot. you break the kiss the moan out, only up straight because of abby's grip around you.
"that's it baby scratch me up," she moans as you grab for her anywhere you could. "give me," she moans holding you tighter "gimmie your fucking cum honey," you moan, back arching as you cum, abby's fingers rubbing through your cunt as you shiver.
abby lays you down on the sheets and you arch your back and lift your hips for her, moaning as she rubs through your cunt with the lube, moaning when she lines you up and stuff you full of her cock, you moan loudly when abby turns the vibrations on.
immediately you go lax, rolling your hips into abby. she bucks her hips into you, "that's it sweetpea just - fuck just go stupid for me, yeah," abby moves the hair from your neck and kisses and bites it. you groan as she stills, the tip of her cock pressing against your gspot and you both cum, from the little shifts and grinds on her clit, abby can't help it. your synchronised moans as abby takes and intertwines your hands.
"doing such a good job for me baby, you're doing so well - you okay?" you nod your head, whining and still backing up back against her.
"fuck, yeah my greedy little cum slut," abby moans into your ear bucking her hips and grabbing at yout tits.
"not gonna fucking stop until you're squirting and full of my cum," she groans holding your hip still so you're moaning according to the grind of her hips "fuck i wanna cum inside, put my fuckin baby in you," abby moans "s'all i can fucking think about, how good you swallow me,"
abby groans as the rose vibrates against her sensitive puffy clit. "think about you getting all swollen full of my cum, have my fuckin baby," you're both moaning obscenely, abby scratching at your hips and ass, smacking as you both cum, your legs shaking.
you feel abby pull out and whine as she turns you over, a reprieve from the vibrations and yet you whine without the torture of the fullness. "look at me baby," abby moans as you peek as her, slides in and can't even keep her own eyes open as she fucks into, turning the vibration up one more and then
"fuck! oh ofuck abby!" you near scream and she has to hide her face in the crook of your neck whining out as you cum, squirting onto the sheets and abby's filling you with her cum as she drips down her own onto your thighs.
"good, so good baby there we go, taking my cum so good, fuck, thank you honey, gonna give us a fucking baby," you moan as you shake, tears falling from your eyes. as abby holds you still, "gotta make sure it takes" she's grunts, you're both overstimulated but --
"need to make sure it takes, wanna fucking see you - your fucking tits getting full," you moan, pressing your forehead against hers "gonna take such good care of you doll," abby moans bucking just a little bit, "gonna help you out when your tits get all swollen and sore, suck on mommy's nipples, makes sure your cunt's always nice and full,"
you yelp at the title, at her words as abby tweaks your sensitive nipples, "come for me one more, so my cum takes and - fuck you have - fuck!" you both moan as you cum groaning into each other.
abby has to turn the strap off immediately, kicking it off and collapsing beside you, bringing her into your body so you can melt together. you start to laugh, the tightness and emotion from your orgasm pouring out of you.
"that was so fucking good," you sniff, wiping your eyes. abby nods, starting to chuckle, "we need to change the sheets god you made a fucking mess," she laughs, "pathetic," she's kissing the side of your head and smacking your ass.
"shut up you squirted too," you grona, stretching, "we need to chnage the sheets," you moan.
"i kinda like the smell of sex." abby moans and you laugh scrunching up your nose at her as she reaches for a water bottle.
"that was good right?" she asks rubbing you thigh and placing kisses over your shoulder,
"fucking incredible" you say after a sip of water and abby smiles bringing you into her arms.
"wanna feel my cum inside you," abby groans, her fingers comikng between your thighs,
"abby," you plead
"i just can't help myself baby you're so fucking soft inside," abby moans as she dips two fingers in, "just wanna fuck my cum into you, please," abby moans even as you're losing your mind, to sensitive to think.
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