#ghost agatha

[my-ny]

Agatha All Along + text posts pt. ∞

[essiesc]

Ghost Agatha - Can you dig it?

[itberice]

[tiddiewitch]

AAAK - Day 12 - Masturbation

Possessively Possessed

Ghost Agatha X Fem Reader

You recently purchased an old house, built in the early 1900s, that had laid vacant for years before you bought it. It came along with all the problems you’d expect, and one you didn’t. 

Words - 4K

Warnings - Masturbation (obvi), smut, fingering, slight choking

I've written some smut in my series but this is pretty much my first one shot. Hope you enjoy!

It was a crisp autumn day as the movers struggled to unload the one van of items that contained all you had managed to salvage from moving out on your own, away from your nightmare of a roommate. It wasn’t much. A queen sized bed, a love seat that would function as your couch for the time being, a dresser, a TV, and the few odds and ends that would allow the space to feel like your home and not like you were squatting in a vacant dilapidated house. 

The home you purchased was vast and in its time had been grand. Though now it was a shadow of its former glory. It had laid vacant for at least the last year and had a rotation of homeowners before that, none of which seemed to last more than a year or two. Dust clung to nearly every surface and cobwebs hung in nearly every corner, but that didn’t bother you. You could see the potential, where the hardwood just needed some love and a new bit of stain. Where the walls needed a fresh coat of paint and the vintage lights just needed a polish. Sure you probably needed a new furnace and there was that dripping hole in the ceiling problem in the guest bedroom but nothing that time and a little elbow grease couldn’t fix. Because of all this it happened to fall within your restricted price range and the sellers seemed more than eager to agree to your below asking price offer, making some of the major repairs before you moved in. So now with the day finally here, you were excited, thrilled, to start this new chapter of your life. 

The day went by quickly with movers shuffling in and out of the house and by the time the sun began to set, your bed was made, the power was on after a laborious phone call with the power company, and you had even managed to dig out a plate to eat the mediocre pizza you ordered on. You wandered out onto the back porch to enjoy the warm glow of the sunlight as it dipped behind the trees in your back yard as you ate. Though there was still lots to unpack you felt settled, you felt home, and finally happy on your own. 

With half the pizza gone and the cool air of the autumn night beginning to seep into your bones you headed inside. You set your plate on the counter next to the large farmhouse sink, content to leave it for the next morning and headed up to get ready for bed. After searching through a few bags you had packed you managed to find a tooth brush and your skincare products and set about your nightly routine. As the water ran and you scrubbed your face clean you think you hear a clank and a clatter somewhere about the house. With your eyes still shut and covered in soap you fumble to turn off the water and listen. 

Silence. 

Nothing but the hum of the ancient furnace pumping through the house. You brush it off as an old house quirk and continue about your business. Weary and sore after a day of moving you quickly crawl into bed and shut off the lamp beside you as you snuggle under the covers. You let out a sigh, relieved to have the weight of your sore bones cradled under the plush warmth of your comforter, and quickly drift off to sleep. 

As the night passes you delve into a series of fitful dreams, wading through endless swamps, running through dense, dark forests, being chased by an unknown pursuer, falling off a towering cliff and just before you make contact with the ground below you wake up suddenly in a pool of sweat, your breath labored and your heart racing with fear. Realizing it was just a trick of your own mind you hurry to settle yourself, slowing your breathing as you let your eyes flutter closed and urge yourself to fall back to sleep. As you start to slip into the haze of twilight between wake and slumber you catch a creaking sound just outside your door. Your eyes flash open and you turn your head to where the sound emanated. You hover for a moment on alert waiting for another sound to ring out in the night but again you are met with silence. You brush it off again as odd sounds you’ll grow used to as you spend more nights in your new home and roll over and finally fall into a dreamless slumber. 

The next morning you wake and set about unpacking boxes in your room and cleaning off dusty surfaces. As you make your way down to the kitchen to try and scrape together some semblance of a coffee your eye catches something odd. You could have sworn you left your pizza plate on the counter but here it was broken in two in the sink. The clatter you heard the night before had something toppled it over causing it to break? It’d be too heavy for a mouse to move. A rat maybe? The idea makes you grimace and you make a note to not leave food out for the time being and pick up some traps when you head to the store. 

You continue about your day, getting most of the few things you had unpacked, successfully setting up the WiFi and the TV, and even running to the store for groceries and those rat traps. Exhausted and dirty after a full day of sweat and dust you ease into a steaming shower as you ready for bed. The lava hot water soothes your sore muscles and the scent of your lavender and vanilla body wash eases you into a sleepy calm. You shut off the water and let it drip down the contours of your body as you step out naked onto your bath mat. The air is thick and quiet as the steam hangs curling in the air. You turn and reach for your towel and you swear you hear a lecherous whistle. You head whips around peering out the window to see if a passing neighbor may have caught sight of you but there’s no one. Not a soul. You frown in confusion, you’re tired, you're just imagining things. You shake your head as you wrap your towel around you and head into your bedroom. 

You lay on your bed for a moment reveling in the relief the hot shower brought you as you let your eyes flutter closed for a moment. This silent pause is suddenly interrupted by a creaking of the floorboards at the foot of your bed. Your heart stutters as your head flies up. You half expect a person to be standing at the end but there’s nothing. You look around quickly, still expecting to catch something moving at least but you are alone. You slide off your bed leaving the towel behind and shuffle over to your dresser and begin searching for a cozy night shirt and underwear. As you’re digging through the drawer you feel a chill pass by you and your nipples pebble at the sensation. You shiver as you quickly select an outfit and put it on before diving under the covers. You tremble for a bit as the sheets take a moment to bring the warmth back to your body. As the heat slowly returns you reach an arm out and switch off the light. You snuggle down deep under the covers and slip into a deep slumber. 

This night, instead of being plagued by night terrors you find yourself being touched and caressed by delicate hands working their way along your body, grasping at your plump breasts and teasing your nipples. You can feel a heat begin to pool in your core as a warm breath dances across your collar bone and soft lips begin to kiss and nip their way down your neck. The hands wander, perching themselves at your hips, the fingertips digging in before they begin to dip lower where the heat is blooming like a wildfire. They spread across the tops of your thighs before inching their way closer to where you’re craving them most. Then, just as they’re poised to sink into your aching heat, your alarm blares. 

You groan as you shut it off. Cursing the fact that you have to rise and face the day ahead instead of giving in fully to the pleasure you were so close to reaching. You throw the covers off your body and roll out of bed with a grumble as you ready for work. 

The day draws on long and slow and you ache to return to the comforts of your new home, and work out the tension that seemed to linger in your loins even as you carried out your tasks at work. As you fight your way through the evening traffic you can feel the desire sharpening to an almost unbearable ache. Finally you reach your home only to rush in heading straight for your bedroom to satisfy the itch that, at this point, was poised to consume you whole. 

You throw your bag on the ground and hurry to dig through the remaining boxes you had yet to unpack in search of your reliable vibrator. You spill the contents of a few boxes before finding what you need and you jump to plug it in as you slip out of your trousers and throw yourself onto the bed. With your wand in hand you click it on to a familiar setting and throw your head back onto the pillows as you dive between your legs. The sopping wetness pooling at your core makes the thrumming work of the machine struggle to maintain contact with your clit, building you up time after time only to slip right as you’re about to spill over the edge. You groan in frustration and throw the device to the side, resigning yourself to take a break and try and calm down before going again. In the still silence you hear a cackle grow before a voice calls out into the room. 

“Having trouble, hon?” 

You shoot up in bed, your hands and arms wrapping around you tightly as your eyes search the room for the voice. 

“Who…who’s there?” You try to shout more forcefully than your voice will muster. The room is empty but the wickedly delighted cackle echoes out again in the room. A shiver runs down your spine as you leap from the bed and bolt towards the door only to be stopped in your tracks by a stunningly beautiful glowing figure with long white wavy hair and a flowing purple dress hovering in the open doorway. 

“BOO!” Gasps the woman with a sneer as she lurches towards you. You stumble back in horror falling onto the floor pulling another cackling laugh from the creature. 

“A… a ghost!” You stammer as you scramble back against the wall. 

“Indeed, dear!” The woman lilts playfully as she floats towards you. “Don’t worry! I don’t bite…much.” She says as a sly grin creeps across her face and she stops just inches away from you. You can feel your breath coming in quick panicky bursts as the air around you begins to chill and she crouches down to your level. 

“Wh…who are you?” You manage to ask in spite of your fear. 

“The name’s Agatha Harkness!” She announced with a flourish. “Very nice to meet you, dear.” She smirks as her gaze washes over you. “It’s been ages since I’ve had a pretty young thing such as yourself in my humble abode.” 

“Y…your abode? This is my house! You…you’re dead!” You spit back at her, feigning confidence. 

“Dead?” She giggled, floating over to lounge across your bed “Not quite, but as close as you can get on this side of the veil, if you’re cunning enough.” 

“Ha…have you been watching me this whole time?” You stammer as you scramble to your feet. 

“Hard not to with the show you’ve been putting on! It’s been very…entertaining, to say the least. Like I said, those before haven’t been nearly as…enticing.” She bit with a wicked grin. 

You glance down at your half naked body, suddenly remembering what exactly you were in the middle of, and your hands lurch to hide your exposed bits. 

“Ha ha! Don’t be shy now! You were just getting to the good part!” She snickers “though not quite. Am I right, hon?” She hums as she lifts herself from the bed to hover back over near you, her long hair flowing wildly behind her as her glowing eyes seem to pierce right through your shirt to the rest of your vulnerability. A blush creeps along your chest and cheeks as you divert your gaze, landing on the device that hadn’t quite been able to scratch the right itch. “No shame in needing a little hand, dear.” She coos as she brings a shimmering hand to graze across your cheek to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You shiver at the frigid touch. “I’m happy to be of assistance, though I will say, in my current state it might be a little more challenging than it once was.” She shrugs as she drifts back to sit at the edge of your bed, leaning back on her hands as she puffs her chest forward. “But that’s not to say it wouldn’t be as…pleasurable, for the both of us.” 

You stand there dumbfounded, frozen in fear and confusion. Was this ghost really trying to fuck you right now? The idea tumbles around in your head as you feel the aching pulse return to your core. “I…I think I can manage on my own. Alone.” You say almost half heartedly. 

She gives you a pouting pitiful look as she rises once again to float only inches from your face. She crooks an icy finger under your chin as she studies you. As she does you can’t help but notice her inhuman beauty. Cheekbones that could cut diamonds, eyes that glimmer white hot and frigid cold as they devour you from the inside out, and her wicked smile that seems to stretch the entire width of her face like she could take a bite out of you at any moment and you’d crave the touch. With her long finger pressed to your chin you can feel the pulse in your cunt growing heavy and urgent. You imagine just for a second what it would feel like to have those frigid digits deep inside you and the thought sends a fresh, sopping wave of pleasure right to your core. 

“Are you sure?” She asks with a tantalizing grin as her finger flicks off the end of your chin and a soft moan escapes your lips. She lets out a delicious cackle. “That moan says otherwise! And I must confess, it’s been far too long since I’ve had any pleasure of my own. It’d be a shame to leave us both…unsatisfied. Wouldn’t it, dear?” She whispers into the shell of your ear before floating gently back. 

You can feel your heart race down into your cunt. You can’t seriously be considering this, right? Yet the wetness leaking out of you as she sizes you up with her devilish gaze begs to differ. What could possibly be the harm? You nod. “Ok, Agatha. Just this once.” 

She grins widely like the cat who ate the canary. “We’ll see if you feel the same afterwards.” She cackles as she floats up and aims herself towards you. 

“Wait…wait. NO! What are you doing!?” You screech as she barrels toward you and shoots herself into your body. You feel yourself blown back and crash into the wall behind you before you crumple to your knees on the floor. You try to push yourself up but you can’t move. Then you feel yourself shift back onto your knees as your head lobs back and you inhale a heaving breath. Your face stretches in an unnatural smile as a haughty cackle leaves your lips. 

“Ahhh!” You sigh. “It’s even more delicious than I expected!” The words leave your lips but not of your own accord. Then your hands begin to wander around your body, hugging your curves, squeezing at your breasts then sliding down between your legs to prod at your sex. You hear a gasp leave your lips as your hand draws away. “My my! We were worked up weren’t we!” You hear yourself say as your fingers spread before you with your arousal strung between your digits. 

All of a sudden you feel your whole body prickle as if it’s wired into the house itself. A bolt of energy ripples down your spine and through your left arm and just as it reaches the tips of your fingers a crackling purple light manifests in your palm. You laugh out deep and maniacally. “Even better than I expected! This is going to be fun!” 

Your body jumps to its feet and you rush into the bathroom to stare at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is wild, almost appearing windblown, your body turns examining every divot and curve and then you catch your gaze. Your eyes are glowing amethyst and electric. You can feel yourself begin to panic but the expression doesn’t read on your face, instead it’s plastered with giddy joy and delight. “Oh, honey! I couldn’t have crafted a better body if I’d tried! It feels…divine!” You hear Agatha moan as you bite your bottom lip before your gaze shifts to the bed in your room. A smirk tugs at your lips before your body rushes forward to pounce on the plush surface. 

You roll around in the covers for a moment huffing in the heady scent of orange blossom and sandalwood as you bury your face in the freshly cleaned linens. You squeal with glee as you push yourself to your feet on the bed then you begin to jump about before quickly flopping back down on your back gasping for breath. 

“Honey, we’ve gotta work on your cardio! You should not be this out of breath!” Agatha laughs as your hands begin to wander across your form once more. “Well, shall we?” She giggles as your fingers pinch at your nipples through your shirt and you feel an electric bolt shock them as your fingers depart, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout your body as you gasp. “Ugh…even better than I remember!” Agatha moans through your mouth. 

You sit bolt upright and shed that final layer of clothing exposing your naked body to the chill of the room. You can feel your skin prickle as the cool air settles around you and you slowly settle back. “Let’s start off slow, don’t want to overwhelm you too quickly, especially since you’re already so close and we haven’t even begun!” Agatha drawls through your lips before tucking your teeth around the bottom one as your hands return to your now naked breasts. 

You’re trapped, a passenger in your own form as Agatha uses your hands to dance gracefully across all your most sensitive parts. A finger lingers on the tip of your lips before trailing down, dragging your nail around your chin and down your neck. Your nails then scrape across your collar bone before wrapping around your neck and giving it a gentle squeeze. They slide down in tandem, dipping into the valley between your breasts before cupping beneath the tender fleshy mounds. Your thumbs graze against the pebbled buds once more, sending another shock of energy as they connect, drawing a whimpering moan from your lips. 

“So sensitive…” Agatha hums “so pliable! It’s going to be hard to restrain myself, but trust me dear, it’ll be worth it in the end!” 

Your mind wars between panic and pleasure as your hands continue to travel down your body. There is something enticing about being a stranger to yourself, letting the sensations come and having no power to control when or where. Yet still, in the back of your mind hangs this fear, will she let me go once her needs have been satisfied? 

Your hands skate past your most aching need to perch at the peak of your knees. Your fingers curl into claws as your nails scrape down the length of your thighs to rest at the vale of your hips leaving reddened markings in their wake. Your fingers drum in little patterns at this crest, sending shooting purple sparks that curl and wrap around your thighs back up to the tip of your knees. The feeling is pain and pleasure, teasing you towards what you crave most. 

Your fingers dip toying at the crease then your left hand shifts and swipes your middle finger through your folds savoring the wetness that’s gathered there. You feel your body hum in delight as a pulsing wave of energy radiates from the crown of your head down to your core. Your finger brushes up licking once at the sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves and you feel yourself shiver at the touch. 

“Ohm…” Agatha gasps before biting down at the corner of your lip. “I haven’t felt this turned on in ages!” She sighs as your eyes flutter closed. She brings your right hand up to fondle your tit as her left hand dares to go deeper. She brushes past the bud and dips your middle and ring finger easily into your drenched core and curls them inside you, stimulating the soft spongy surface within. You feel yourself keen as your other hand reaches up further to rest at the center of your chest. 

As the ball of your left hand presses down on your clit Agatha begins to pump your fingers slowly in and out drawing out more wetness with each thrust. You feel the tips of your fingers on your right hand begin to tingle and suddenly you feel the same pulse of energy that wrapped around your legs crawl up to circle your neck and move up into your hairline behind your head. There is a sweet and dull pulsing rhythm with your heartbeat that tightens and loosens as it snakes and binds. You can hear the panting of your breath grow more ragged as the coil in your core draws taught. 

Soon there is a buzzing, warm energy growing in your left hand and as she sneaks your index finger through your folds to join the other two. You feel a rush of energy fill you whole and you each cry out, arching in pleasure as your legs begin to shake. “Uhh…you feel so good! Fuck!” Agatha groans. 

Your right hand draws down to rest at your navel, tightening the bind as it continues to grow and creep up the underside of your chin, pulling at your bottom lip and jaw. You whimper as the pleasure continues to climb, your core tightening as she continues to pump her fingers in and out, pulling you closer and closer to the edge. The sensations are so overwhelming, so intense you can’t begin to imagine how you haven’t combusted yet. 

Higher and higher you climb as sweat begins to drip down and onto the sheets below, mingling with the arousal practically pouring out of your body. You can feel your eyebrows scrunch as a moan escapes your lips. “Yes! Yes! Ugh, you’re so close!” She digs the nails of your right hand into your chest, tightening the bind once more, just as a fresh wave of powerful energy pulses through your cunt spilling you at last over the edge. Your legs tremble violently and your toes curl as your body arches high off the bed and your eyes roll back into your head as you scream out a gasping moan. Your body radiates in ecstasy as electric shocks of pleasure cycle from head to toe. 

Then, all at once you feel the fullness release and the bind relent as your body goes limp atop the bed, your breath coming in gasps. You blink your eyes open and your fingers twitch in your right hand. You slowly curl it into a fist and let it drop to the side. You pull your other hand up from between your legs feeling it drenched in your juices and wipe it off on the sheets beside you. Having full control of yourself now you glance around the room, still heaving, searching for any sign of the ghost who pulled the very soul from your body, but there was nothing. 

Silence. 

You roll yourself to the edge of the bed and swing your legs over the side as you push yourself to sit. You slide off the edge onto wobbly legs and nearly lose your balance as you stumble towards the bathroom. You throw open the bathroom door. 

Still no sign of her. 

You turn towards the mirror taking in your utterly ruined reflection. Your hair is somehow wilder than before, your body is drenched in sweat and there is a sheen stickiness glistening on your upper thighs. A satisfying soreness is settling in your core as you catch sight of your gaze once more. Though the glowing amethyst has gone from your eyes, in its place has returned your natural human shade. You then glance down to see the marks your nails made across your body, bright red and claiming. You sigh wondering how long it will take for them to dissipate.

And then you catch it, out of the corner of your eye, a glimmer sparkling over the bathtub. You spin around suddenly to find Agatha perfectly content, stretched out in the basin as swirls of otherworldly smoke linger about like bath water. 

“Hate to say I was a bit rusty but I certainly enjoyed myself!” She gleamed as she shot your stunned figure a lecherous smirk and quirked a taunting eyebrow. “How about you hon?” 

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I am thinking about doing a part 2 of this with Rio. Thoughts?

[criticalbeauregard]

"I hate ghosts."

ghost agatha x skull face rio finally finished! this took sooo long and that ghost outfit is impossible to understand but i attempted a version without the overcoat bc the vest + sleeves are so cool looking. also unintentional but after finishing all the values i got a very ying and yang vibe with the pose which i enjoy.

also! the idea to draw these versions together came from @raventrigonsdaughter so thank u <3

(click for better quality, please don't repost without credit)

[gallifreyan85]

Scare me up (a little bit of love)

pairing: Agatha x reader

summary: this is the bring your mentor back from the dead mother's day fic you never knew you needed

Next part (and last) here

A/n at the end of fic.

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When you reached Westview it was early morning. The sun had just come out, and by the time you stepped off the bus and made your way into town, walking alone by the lonely winding road, eyes squinting from the sunlight peeking through the trees, you felt a familiar tug in your bones. The old sign at the edge of town was still there, big, white, faded letters against a scraped teal background, and you passed it in a hurry, quickening your steps in hopes of reaching your destination faster. Though once you did, you didn’t go in at once.

You stood in front of her house, taking in the view. The front door was missing, askew on its hinges and crammed sideways across the doorway, a steady reminder of what happened before you, your mentor, and her so called makeshift coven decided to walk the Witches Road. It was an eventful day, so unlike the one you were having now. You took a step off the cement driveway and opened the latch on the white wooden fence. It didn’t creak, but the paint was stale, and you had to lean against it with your full body to make the hinges budge. The grass was soft beneath your sneakers, a little slippery from the early morning dew. You quietly made your way towards the entrance, and then, with a final, shaky breath of determination, ducked underneath the skewed front door and slipped inside.

The house was silent. Old wooden tiles groaned as you stepped into the hallway, then the living room. It wasn’t very messy, but the air was thick and stale and you went to open the nearest window. All the curtains were drawn, leaving the rooms shrouded in half darkness, streaks of light zig-zagging across the dark television screen, an old bookshelf, the worn patterned couch. You sighed. There was an ache in your lungs from being back here, a house you’d spent so many years in, studying magic and listening to Agatha talk about her chaotic adventures, tease you about everything and then make some witchy herbal tea you always drank with her. You missed it. All of it.

But most of all you missed her.

The Road was a messy adventure, you’d joined her of course, without question, eager to talk with her after the three long years of nothing, and once you made it out--

You wondered if the yard was still strewn with pieces of wreckage from that fight she and Rio had had. You shook you head quickly and set yourself straight. You were here for a reason.

To bring her back.

It took a while, a long, long, long while, but you finally found it. A way, a combination of tricky, long, dreary and demanding spells and enchantments, all ingredients in bringing back a life. Well. Not quite. She was a ghost. All you’d do was get her back into her body, set things straight. Although with her, things rarely seemed to go straight. You sighed, dropped your backpack onto the sofa, and went into the kitchen. After making a black coffee-- you rarely drank it black but there was no milk in the fridge and the cabinets were quite empty, you went into the basement.

Señor Scratchy came hopping into the light from some dim corner, his little nose twitching in recognition. You bent down to pet him, running your fingers through his soft fur. You’d missed him too. You were relieved that he was alright, because after you’d stormed off and left Agatha and Billy to their adventures you wondered for a while if someone had come in to check on the bunny.

“Are the neighbors feeding you well, buddy?” you murmured into the quiet stillness of the room.

He stayed under your hand, whiskers moving curiously, and then pressed his nose against your mug. You realized then that you’d taken one of hers. You hadn’t even noticed.

“I know buddy…” you said softly, “I miss her too.”

You stayed there on the floor, crouched down with him and petting him until your coffee went cold, and then pressed a kiss to his furry head and stood back up again.

You set your mug on her desk, dark mahogany from whatever old century she got it from, and started to go through your books. You opened every needed page, got all the ingredients, luckily her basement still had some herbs and gems stashed away in glass jars, and it took you over fifteen minutes to locate the candles stashed in a wooden crate above the washer and dryer-- you really missed all the enchanted and creepy vibes of the room. It looked so bland like this. Like a normal suburban basement, even though you knew it was everything but. You missed the magic. How many tireless evenings you’d spent in that same room, whining that you couldn’t do the spells, that it was too hard, and Agatha teasing you and sighing and explaining everything from the beginning. After everything was ready, you went up into the backyard.

A soft breeze was blowing, making your hair fall into your eyes and mouth, and you tied it back before pulling out the spellbook. You set it down beside you and looked through the garage. You found a shovel. It was heavy, really heavy, but you managed it just fine. Back in the yard, you stood over the right spot, and started to dig.

The ground wasn’t too hard but it was cold, and you had to put all your strength into pushing the dirt away, slowly piling it into a heap by the side. It took a while. Not like in the movies, where the main character digs up a grave in twenty minutes without breaking a sweat. You were exhausted by the end of the first half hour, and went back inside to finish your coffee. Then you went back at it again. Continued digging. You weren’t in a real hurry, it wouldn’t be a huge problem if you did it tomorrow, but you wanted it to be done today. It was important to you. If it worked. And you really, really hoped it would.

When it was finally done, you took one long look-- at her, and sat back, sweaty and aching.

You inhaled. Took a deep, long breath. And said the words.

Clearly, evenly, a steady, perfect spell. Just like you practiced. Just like Agatha was there beside you, watching your movements and giving you corrections.

You finished the first half.

“Agatha?” you asked into the breeze.

Nothing.

Then--

A whizz of movement from behind you, and her spectral form appeared, just the same as last time you’d seen her. It had been a few weeks.

You felt your throat tighten.

“Well, well.” she drawled, a smirk at her translucent lips. “Look who decided to finally summon me. Are you missing our lessons, dear?”

You looked at her. Took a breath. Nodded faintly. She was doing small talk. You didn’t think you had it in you to follow along.

“Good.” she said, “I’m glad to see at least someone was missing me.”

You looked away.

She watched you, still hovering a few feet away, and then sighed.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re still hung up on me being dead. I’m still here, darling, aren’t I? Still here to annoy you.”

You gave a weak smile. It didn’t reach your eyes.

“It’s not the same as being alive.”

“Yes, well we’ve passed that point. I got used to it, and so should you.”

“You’re still dead.” you said, more harshly than you’d have liked.

She waved a hand.

“No-- don’t do that, don’t pretend like—”

She disappeared. Reappeared behind you, said a soft boo into your ear.

You huffed and swatted at her, and your hand went straight through.

She grinned.

“What’s this now? Did I teach you to resort to violence, student mine?”

You gave her a look.

“Please stop teasing me and focus. I called you over for a reason.”

She tilted her head, and looked around. Her smirk faltered when she saw the body on the grass, her own body. She looked back up.

“Dabbling in necromancy now? I thought we agreed to save that for last.”

“Yeah, well I did some of my own research the past few weeks.”

She spoke with exaggerated emotion. “Oh joy. I’m in such good hands now.”

You closed your eyes.

“Agatha.”

“What?”

“I’m being serious.”

“Oh I can see that.” she said, floating over to look at her body. “You’ve been so busy… How long did it even take you to dig me up, hm? Hours? Days? You’re a bit lacking on the practical side of things.”

You wanted to throw something at her. You knew it wouldn’t work but that didn’t stop you from trying. You hit her with a pebble. It went straight through her robes and bounced off the shovel. She chuckled.

“You’re determined, I’ll give you that.”

“Would you just—” you were slowly losing your patience, “Just stop teasing me and listen. Please.”

She sighted deeply, and finally looked back up at you, expression a little more serious.

“Fine. What was so important that you had to—” she waved a hand around.

You knew she knew, but like yourself she wanted you to say it first. Outloud.

“I’m,” you paused, “we’re gonna bring you back.”

She raised a perfect, silvery brow, arms firmly crossed. “Are we now?”

You nodded. Tried to seem reassuring and firm. “Yes.”

She chuckled. “Great then. Let’s get weaving, I want to get this over with so you can have a piece of mind and I can run away before you get all miserable on me like last time.”

She gave you a pointed look. You swallowed. The last time you’d seen her had been quite a mess. Billy was there, and he had the front row seat to witnessing your tearful meltdown over your mentor being dead and not doing anything to fix it. Not even trying. Not once.

As if she simply didn’t... care.

But as much as that thought hurt, you cared. And you were going to show her.

You picked up the spellbook and lowered yourself on the grass a few feet away from her.

“When I finish reading this part you’re supposed to try and get- get back into—”

She let out a gruff chuckle. “You want me to try and possess my own body? Hun, I know you had some ideas that were out there but that is never going to work. There are rules—”

“I know the rules.” you said, firmer, “And I found the right spells, and if we do it correctly it won’t be-- it’ll be okay. Just trust me. Please. Just try.”

She sighed.

“Fine. But if you start crying when I stay all-- un fantasma after you speak your little part I will leave. If you want lessons you got em’ but I ain’t sticking around as your emotional support spirit guide or some other nonsense.”

You swallowed thickly. Pressed your lips together. Half of you felt how this was going to end. You couldn’t keep from crying if it didn’t work, and you knew it probably wouldn’t. But you had to try. You owed it to her, even if she didn’t believe in you.

“Fine.” you said, opening the book.

She watched you, and for a moment it seemed she was going to say something else, but she stayed silent. Just hovered around the yard, watching you, those blue eyes now even more piercing than before.

You inhaled. Exhaled. And started to read.

One part done. Spell. Movement. A charm. Another spell. Then--

You spoke the final bit of written words in a quick but clear ramble, and finally stopped.

You looked up at her. Gave her the go ahead. Nodded.

She did what you asked, begrudgingly floating over to her body and then sinking down, out of your sight until the tips of her glowing robes disappeared beneath the surface of the ground. You watched. No movement. Her chest wasn’t moving. Nothing stirred. Not a single sound came from her, or yourself. A flicker of magic glowed, flickered briefly, and then died out.

You held your breath, felt it stick in your throat.

“A-agatha?” you called out tentatively. Your voice sounded quiet and unsure in the calm of the afternoon. The sun was low in the sky, hiding behind bright clouds. You felt the anticipation and hope from earlier drain from you, slowly replaced with a hanging dread.

Had you--

What if it went wrong? Had you-- what if you accidentally banished her?

It would mean you’d never see her again, ghost or otherwise, at all, not ever. You felt your throat tighten. Tears pricked at your eyes, your vision slowly blurring.

No.

You hadn’t--

You couldn’t have--

“Agatha.” you said again, a bit louder this time. “Agatha, are you there? Please say something.”

Nothing.

“Agatha!” you yelled.

And still not a single sound. Birds were chirping quietly. The white picket fence gate creaked from the front yard. You felt your chest tighten with panic. Fear. Dread. Guilt. So much guilt. Had you ruined it? All of it?

You didn’t bother stifling the sob that slipped past your lips, a sort of half-whimper, half-plea of her name. You started to cry. The grass was cold and damp against your stained knees, your jeans half-covered in dirt and fresh earth, your face a sweaty mess of exhaustion and tears and loneliness.

You felt desperate. Alone.

So alone.

And then--

A loud, wheezing gasp, startling you so harshly that you literally jumped backwards, scooted with a flinch into the shovel behind you that sent you wincing. You blinked and tried to clear your blurry vision.

Agatha’s body was still in front of you, but it wasn’t just her body, she was--

You watched with wide, teary eyes as she sat up, coughing and spluttering and looking very much like she was ready to hex someone for disturbing her in the midst of a very pleasant, relaxing afternoon.

You blinked.

Watched her take a shuddering unsteady breath, then another one, then another. Your hands felt numb. Tingly. Your fingers moved on their own accord, as if to grasp- to reach for--

“A-agatha?” you managed out.

Silence.

Then-

“That was very unpleasant.”

You stared. Tried to keep in the tears.

She opened her mouth to speak, probably some sarcastic, teasing remark-- you scrambled to your feet so fast you nearly slipped and threw yourself at her in the tightest hug ever, clinging to every part of her you could reach, holding on for dear life.

“What in the—” she spluttered, winded, and tried to shrug you off of her, but you clung tightly. Didn’t let go. Didn’t dare to look up into her face, her finally colourful, alive face.

You kept crying.

Into her shirt. Pressed your head into her chest and inhaled through sobs, feeling the damp smell of freshly dug earth and a faint, very faint but there, whiff of her perfume. It just made you sob harder.

She tried once more to get you off of her but quickly realized it was hopeless and instead rested her arms gently on your back, pulling you a little closer.

You kept crying. “You’re alive—” you sobbed out, “you’re b-back-- please-- Ag—”

She held you tighter against her. Vaguely you felt her chin come to rest on your head, messing up your already disheveled hair and you felt her breath against the top of your head.

Her breath.

She was breathing.

“Alright, hun, I’m here.” she murmured hoarsely.

You couldn’t tell if the cracks in her voice were from held back emotion or being literally dead, but you didn’t care. She was talking to you. She was alive. So alive.

You sniffled against her sweater and felt her grumbling above you, something along the lines of ‘if you get snot on my shirt I swear I will—’ but you didn’t find it in you to care.

She was back.

You had her back.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, sobbing and sniffling and holding onto her like a lifeboat in the midst of stormy sea, but eventually you felt your tears slowly but surely slow.

You looked up. Raised your head just a little. Her face was slightly dirty and pale and she looked rarely fragile for a moment, but her gaze landed on your and she smiled.

Briefly.

You realized there were tears in her eyes too.

You sniffled, and finally spoke, in a shaky, trembling voice. “You’re back.”

“Seems so.” she said, and you could hear she was trying to sound nonchalant, but there was an undertone of genuine emotion in her voice, something thin and bittersweet and maybe long-forgotten.

“You’ll stay this time?” you murmured tearfully.

She nodded. “I will. No more dying for anyone. Not even for you.”

You just hugged her tighter. She huffed, mock-breathless, and muttered, “Easy there, toots, I just came back from the dead, I’m not planning on doing a return trip just yet. I need air now.”

You started crying again.

She sighed, lips tight. “Too soon?”

You nodded against her, your cheek against her chest. You could feel her heart beating, slowly, softly but surely, a steady heartbeat. You smiled.

“I thought I’d never get to hug you again.” you mumbled.

She scoffed, pulling away briskly and dusting off your shoulder.

“Now now, I know you missed me but let’s not get too sentimental here, hun.”

You smiled up at her. You didn’t realize you were still crying but she slowly wiped away the tears from your face with her sleeve, a move that made you want to burrow back into her arms and stay there forever.

“I missed you.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Cause I did. I missed hugging you.”

She looked...pained. Slightly uncomfortable. Like she hadn’t been expecting such a high amount of affection coming her way so soon. But still, you heard her say clearly,

“I... missed you too, pet.”

You smiled brightly. Sniffled. She huffed at your expression and tried to get up but just ended up stumbling back onto the ground.

“Now that I’m here and all I’m gonna need my legs, you know. Can’t float out of this astoundingly very tight hug.”

You didn’t budge.

You felt her sigh, a bit more like herself now already.

“Fine-- fine- see, five minutes go by and this is what I have to deal with? The clinging, the neediness-- what are you, an octopus?”

You chuckled through a stuffy nose.

She swatted the top of your head gently and you giggled at it, still not letting go.

“Alright, now, what do I have to do to get you off of me, huh? Can I bribe you?”

“….no?”

“Thought so. Why do you insist on being so difficult?” but there was no evident bite in her voice, and you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her smile.

She nudged you. Then shoved you a little harder, then finally pulled you off of her while holding your arm and stood up, letting out a reluctant, exasperated sigh when you glued yourself right back to her, arms around her waist.

“Alright, kid, listen, I just rose from the grave—”

“Uh-huh.”

“I should at least shower.”

“Mhm.”

“I’m not taking you in the shower with me, get off.”

“Just one second more, please—”

She groaned but softly wrapped her arms around you.

“You really are something, you know that.”

“Yeah.”

She laughed. It sounded softer than you remembered.

“Yeah.” she echoed quietly, pressing her lips against your hair once more.

You felt the moment stretch.

“Come on, kiddo.” she spoke against your forehead. “Let’s go back inside." her hand found your own, "And I better not find that you made my house into some suburban, dainty—”

Suburban?

You thought about the mug that stood wrapped with a bow in your backpack, the card you'd brought with you, the one you bought and wrote in, and then erased the text five times before settling on the right words.

“It’s just dusty.” you said into her arm.

She huffed.

“I’ll be the judge of that. If I see one single live love laugh quote I’m going back to being a ghost and haunting your ass for all eternity. I’m not kidding.”

You laughed and wiped your eyes, pressed your face back into her sweater with a smile, and let her guide you both inside.

A/n: ....hey. so i just finished this, first off, i wrote this purely out of self indulgence but i really liked it and it's been a while since i felt confident about liking something i wrote this much so this was important to me. anyway. title is from Little Ghost by The White Stripes, and i'll be honest i do not know the song but when i saw the lyrics i thought of agatha at once. so... yeah. hope you liked this. a sorta part two will happen at some point. Also forgot to mention I def borrowed the phrase 'student mine' from one of my favorite ever fics of AAA, it's by @justaboot on ao3, and it is one of the best characterizations of Agatha and her dynamic with Billy- you should definitely go check it out if u want something good to read. have a wonderful day y'all. <3

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