Red Days, Purple Loves - A.H
Summary: You were having a particularly low day... accompanied with your red day. How will your centuries old wife handle her not-so-mortal-anymore younger girl? What will even happen when she's scared of the same girl who's several inches smaller than her?
Author's Note: Ahhhhh, my first ever Agatha fic! My red days are coming up, i was ugly crying earlier when my grandma scolded me ignoring them and again for no reason! Thankfully, she still bought me my fav drinks and grapes!
Warnings: periods, sad y/n, fightings, soft agatha? and did i already say softie agatha? should there also be a warning for a wifey material agatha? broken glass, yelling, blood
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You can't remember clearly when the fight started—what it caused. As you sat on the couch, a heating pad on your lower tummy and the bear plushie that Agatha had won for you at the amusement park that you practically cried your way for her to go with you.
You clutch onto the cozy blanket bundled up on your lap as you anticipated when your wife will come back home. Staring at the television with the same glossy eyes you held earlier when she left you standing in the kitchen, choosing to leave than to yell back at you.
As you watch the movie that both of you are fond of—The Notebook, the same one that Agatha would make up stories and say if she's in Noah's position, she would also be doing all of that for you. It made you miss her, glossy eyes started becoming a river and a puddle of tears as guilt started creeping up on you. You just wanted to spend time with her!
As far as you remember, she was down in the basement for hours, you just wanted to spend time with her. You didn't do anything wrong, that's for sure—the 'water' you 'accidentally' pushed was not your fault, you tripped on her books that were stacked up. She shouldn't have those laying around everywhere.
As you sniffled with your puffy nose, you held on tightly on the plushie in your arms and wiped your tears with the other using Agatha's sweatshirt that you wore, which is too big on you. A small frown formed in your forehead as you remembered how she scolded you, almost yelling.
As you started wondering where she has been in the past 1 and a half hours the sound of a car pulling up on the front made its way to your ears, making you turn hastily, lips parted as you sighed in relief. Your eyes were stuck there for a moment, trying to catch a glimpse of your wife but failed when you heard the opening of the front door.
You turned back to watch the movie that is playing on the television, but your attention was elsewhere. The hold you have on the blanket and the plushie tightened as you waited for the pair of arms you woke up in this morning. You waited and waited and waited and wait-... The sound of her boots passed behind you until it disappeared inside the bathroom you had near the kitchen.
Suddenly, what she said earlier came rushing back in.
"God, can you just give me some space for a couple of minutes, Y/n? I'm almost done here! I told you I'll get back to you immediately, baby."
Yet, she left. Maybe, she was already getting tired of your attitude. Your sillyness. Your immaturity...
With lips trembling, you stood up, not caring about the remote, blanket, heating pad and the plushie getting in contact with the floor. Not even bothering to turn the TV off and picking up everything, you ran off up in the stairs, Senior Scratchy gazing at your form.
Agatha's ears alerted her at the sound of things clattering around the floor, it was a faint sound yet it still caught her auditory sense. Shaking her head as she washed her hands, she caught sight of something in the bin. Pads.
Her lips became a thin line as the realization hit her. Her eyes narrowing as she remembered the way you acted earlier.
"Aggie?..." There was a certain edge lacing through your voice, making her look up immediately, her hands dropping to the side and her eyes averting from the book to yours.
"Yes, my love?" With eyebrows raising, she looked at you with gentle eyes, seeing you clad in her sweatshirt that are almost covering you, stopping by your mid thighs, making your shorts invisible to the naked eye.
Your hair was in a messy updo, a visible frown on your face yet her heart jumped at the sight of you. Never did once falter, even after being with you for 10 years already.
You were a mortal, she met you since westview, having caught her eyes as soon as she saw you and since then, she never let you go. It was... hard at first, to say the least.
You were younger—so much younger, while she is older she seemed like she doesn't aged, but you do, so when she figured out how to make you don't age like her, so you can stay with her forever, you were both so happy. Getting married immediately after the spell was cast.
"When are you going to finish that?" She offered you a smile before her her attention averted to the things around her big table, her hands reaching out to seemingly gather what she needed for her next 'experiment'.
"Almost done, darling. I will just need to put all these in the cauldron and cast some spells, then voila..." She chuckled while your eyes gaze at how veiny her hands are as you slowly stalked forward.
Your eyes analyzed the table, realizing that she is not 'almost' done, the same phrase she would tell you but broken one too many times. You suddenly felt irritated.
"But, I'm hungry..." Agatha snapped her head and looked at you, her eyes narrowing and an unsure smile forming in her face.
"Then... cook something, baby...? I got you some fruits earlier, remember?" Going back to what she was doing, missing the way you frowned as your hands clenched into a fist. "Eat those for the meantime, yeah? I'll cook you something later." She dismissed, her hands working on whatever on the table.
"But... I don't want fruits..." You tried to reason out as you started getting frustrated. Usually, when you come down here, it's a sign for Agatha to finally take a break... you know it's still too early to take a break, but... you want her to do it now!
"Hmm, well what do you want, my love?" She asked, not bothering to look at you but if flashed a hope inside of you. A smile made its way to your face, your frown disappearing.
"Uhmmm, sandwich? And uhmm, some hasbrowns! And hotlinks! I could do just the hotlink with bread." You explained, waiting for her to clean up everything, but you slowly frowned when she started reading something on the book, her hands working on it painfully slow.
"Oh yeah?" You nodded, even though she couldn't see you. "Well, then why don't you cook those? I just restocked everything yesterday, baby, suit yourself and wait for me? Yeah?" Your breathing started to get uneven, you lips parted as you breathed heavily.
If you're inside a cartoon show, there would be smoke coming out of your ears.
"But, I want you to cook it!" Stomping your feet, Agatha's head snapped to meet your eyes, her eyebrows furrowing at the sudden attitude. "You've been here since forever!" You yelled out, your high pitched voice ringing in Agatha's ear before you punched both of your hands on the table—too hard, that the cauldron beside your hand that you didn't notice fell as the side of your hand landed on small table that it was sitting up on.
"Y/n!" Agatha screamed in concern, her hand immediately reaching out for yours to look for any injuries, ignoring the substance that she waited for days to be used flowing on the floor, wetting some of her books.
You pulled away immediately as soon as her hands came in contact with yours, the action making her frown more as the situation hit her like a bus. She was just trying to check on you! Right after you gave her an attitude!
"What the hell is happening to you?" She asked, not yelling, but sounding like a mother scolding her child.
She was overtowering you so you had to stand on your tippy toes as you screamed like a child, yet you still didn't meet her height. "I just want to spend time with you! You've been here for like ages! Am I even your wife?" You said, as if she did something so bad to you.
Frowning even more, she backed up, as if scared of you—a big bear in front of her. "W-what? Baby, it's just been two hours? Why are you acting this way-" She was cut off by your high pitched voice once again booming in the atmosphere.
She was so gentle. God, she was so so gentle, and somehow it made you so pissed even more. You wished she did something bad to you, like cursed you or something so you'll have a good reason to give her this treatment. The same actions she's been dealing with and also trying to make right.
"I'm acting this way because you don't wanna spend time with me!" At the feeling of wetness on her feet, frustration grew inside of her.
"God, can you just give me some space for a couple of minutes, Y/n? I'm almost done here! I told you I'll get back to you immediately, baby." She was scolding you, but god was she so gentle with it. It made your eyes gloss as guilt started to creep up, just as soon as it entered your system, it quickly left when she walked passed you.
"God, Y/n..." You heard her whispered under her breath. Your lips trembled as the floodgates opened, you were left the standing as Agatha left the house, deciding to cool her head off, not wanting to say mean things to you as she felt it resurfacing.
It had happened a couple of times and she was not proud of it, she gave no mercy to anyone whom will cross her, it happened to you once when you fought over something so stupid. She didn't like how she treated you, and even when she has the reason to say those words to you, she will never give herself any consideration for making you feel the way you felt.
You breaking face was enough for her walls crumble, after the last fight, she learned how to handle her anger issues, how to press a stop on her tounge before it can be sharpen towards you, and especially how to deal with bad situations before it can lead to a big fight.
She won't lie, you were immature, she slowly learned that especially when you first started dating, being an only child and getting everything you wanted, but she dealt with it oh so perfectly, helping you improved. Gladly, you did improved, you developed and she was more than proud of it.
She knew she had it in her plate the moment she decided to date someone younger... not just by a course of year, a hundred of years... plus, you were a mortal. A young mortal who still haven't experienced much and learned many. Agatha herself was even surprised with how understanding she had gotten, especially with you.
"Huh..." Realization hit her as she stared into nothingness. She should've known. Gosh, stupid. She was too caught up in making a new antidote for when you would get your allergies at night that she didn't managed to put pieces together.
Of course you had to be on your period to be acting that way.
Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, before standing up leaving the bathroom. As soon as she left the bathroom, her eyes went on the living room, frowning when she saw the things on the floor, immediately going there and picking it up one by one.
Looking at the television, her lips turned upward before shutting it off. Clutching the plushie in her arms after putting the rest on the couch, she turned and started walking towards the stairs, meeting Senior Scratchy along the way.
Bending down, she picked him up, cradling him in her chest. "Let's go get Mommy, hmm? Gotta make her happy even though she's mean earlier, yeah? But, Mama loves her so much so we gotta be the one to say sorry..." Chuckling as she baby talked the rabbit while making her way to your shared bedroom, where she knows you'll be—she could feel you, she can't be wrong.
Knocking three times softly, putting the plushie beneath her armpit, locking it between her side and biceps. "Mrs. Harkness?" Receiving no response, she opened the door, her eyes immediately dropping down to the human outline underneath the big blanket.
"Someone's got a delivery for you..." She said softly, her voice playful as her eyes raked over your hidden figure. Sitting down on the side of the bed, she put the plushie down and Senior Scratchy beside it. "Darling..." Reaching down, she tugged at the blanket, surprised when it easily went down and revealed your face.
With your hair all over, some covering your face while your cheeks was left with an evidence of tears, she couldn't help but feel guilty. Though, she knows she has no reason to, her heart is reserved to be the softest only for you, even her powers is no good when fighting it.
"Oww, my sweetness." She mumbled, her hands reaching out to gently put your hairs away from you closed eyes. You must've cried yourself to sleep, thinking of the worse and Agatha could only imagine, knowing you, she knows exactly what you thought.
She didn't approached you earlier immediately fearing that you're still mad and upset. She only went to the coffee shop you both loved and refreshen up, losing track of time as her mind wandered off to the things she would love to do with you on the upcoming winter. Even after a fight, her mind always wanders off to you and think of tha many things she'll doo with you and many more memories to make with you.
She always finds herself come running home to you.
"Sweetheart..." You mumbled something she couldn't understand, your head turning to face her unconsciously as you felt her touch. "Baby, I'm here now..." Turning her body so she's sitting on the bed with her feet on it so she could get a better look at you—to touch you better.
Pulling the blanket down even more she craed your face, coaxing you to wake up. Bending down, she left kisses on your face, and slowly you got a hold of your bearings.
"I'm sorry, my love..." She started, still kissing you soflt all over your face whil cradling it with one of her hands as the other went to the back of your head. "Why didn't you tell me you had your period, hmm? I would've come to you sooner, my love..." She continued.
Your lips trembled at the treatment your receiving, every bad thing you were feeling towards her was gone, left only was the guilt of your actions towards her and the longing that makes your heart ache.
"You have me all to yourself now, baby... I'm not leaving, okay?" Now looking straight in your eyes that are filled with tear, she frowned. "Hey, heyyy... come here..." She pulled you up to lay on top of her—more like sit as her back settled on the head board, Senior Scratchy avoiding your feet as he hopped on the other side of the bed.
"Hey, my love... don't cry... we're okay now, yeah? I'll cook you whatever you want for dinner, baby... are you hungry?" She felt you clutching her shirt with one hand as the other went behind beneath her armpit snaking upwards behind her neck.
You shook your head, small sobs and quiet whimpers coming out of you. "I'm sorry, Aggie..." It is so soft and oh so broken, Agatha's insides churn as she held on too tight on you, her lips pressing down on your forehead. "I was mean and I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry... I'm really sorry, Aggie..." You continued.
Agatha's hand caressed your hairs away that kept falling on the side of your face. "Shhh, baby, it's okay... I forgive you, yeah? You were not so kind earlier, but I understand that you were having one of those days. What I didn't like is the way you put your hand down on the table like that... you could've gotten hurt, my darling..." You thought she was going to scold you for acting like that in front of her and towards her, but no, she didn't like that because you could've gotten hurt.
She was worried, not for her but for you. It made tears burn up to your eyes even more as sobs racked through your body. "I'm sorry, Aggie... I won't do it again, I promise..." You felt so disappointed in yourself. She already talked to you about your temper and child-like attitude, having your parents tolerating you for everything is not easy, but she took her time in helping you overcome it.
Hiding your face on her neck, you held on tight on her like your life depends on it. "I'm really sorry, I love you so much..." You said in between of sobs and sniffles.
You felt Agatha's arms encaging you tightly as one of her hand pulls your head away from her neck gently so you could breathe properly. "Hey, hey, I know that, sweetness, and I love you more, right?" She felt you nod and she smiled down at you, finally catching your bloodshot eyes with a little snot escaping your nose. "Now, don't cry because me and Senior Scratchy gets sad when we see you cry..." She smiled so widely at you that it made you let out a small airy giggle.
She doesn't smile often in front of other people, only when it's sarcastic, but with you, it seems like her smile is stuck on her face. And it feels good to see her smile—especially knowing that it's only for you.
"There's my favorite smile..." She mumbled, bending to kiss your forehead as her hand rubbed your back up and down. "How about we go down and cook you something for your tummy, hmm? I'll cut those fuits for you and make you anything you want." She said, her voice almost lulling you to sleep with how soft it is.
"No..." You mumbled, closing your eyes as you take her in. "Just stay like this for 5 minutes..." You continued.
She smiled down at you, her hand continues caressing you head. "Okay, whatever my love wants." She replied back, her smile staying as she looked down at your face, wiping away your tears before bending down to kiss the skin near your eyes.
There's no fight so bloody that she'd back down on just so she could stay with you for forever, but she will gladly concede defeat if it means she get to hold you even for just a minute. There's no mountains so big and ocean so long she wouldn't cross just to get to you.
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Author's Note: Hope you like it! tell me about your thoughts in this one, my requests are open! if you would like me to do another one just tell me mweheheheh, i have so many ideas for Agatha.
