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f1 testing is only there for me to appreciate loud cars asmr and scream when 2026 wdc charles leclerc gets P1 'cause timings in testing means nothing unless it's abt charles being on top ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )
the common fanon is that they met over the eight dead bodies of agatha's original coven. and it makes as much sense as anything else
I know this wasn't a prompt but. I'm feeling fic-ish after all the unfinished questions. I'm not fact checking anything against canon, buckle up and come along for the ride if you please. How did they meet.
Agatha is reeling. She's sobbing. She feels like she can't pull enough fresh air into her chest. She's on her knees, surrounded by the mummified corpses of her coven. Of her mother. Of the only family she has ever known. The only thing she can see through her tears is purple light. It's cracking around her, popping and sparking and warm against the cool New England night.
And when she lifts her head, there's a soft green glow in the distance. She blinks once, twice, and her vision goes from purple to green, with a face alarmingly close, wide eyes peering at her curiously. Surrounded by calm green light, she can finally pull in a full breath of the cool night air, and another, and another. And suddenly, she's breathing rather than sobbing. And the dark eyes are still on her, brow furrowed in concern.
Moments pass, maybe seconds, maybe hours, with both of them breathing in unison. Just... breathing. Remembering how to breathe. Learning, perhaps. For a moment, she thought she might have forgotten how. But it's coming back to her. She's coming back to herself.
The purple has calmed too. It's dancing quietly along her fingertips now. Her vision is clearing. The woman's eyes are still on her.
Agatha knows all the women in town. This one is different. Unfamiliar. Clothes of moss and bark that almost appear to be growing from soft flesh. The woman tilts her head curiously, and Agatha mirrors the gesture. "Who are you," falls, unbidden, from her lips.
The woman startles, as if crashing back to reality, the soft calm in her eyes giving way to something else, something, for a moment, almost skittish, as her gaze flicks to the bodies. But Agatha shivers, and sways, exhaustion catching up to her. How long have they been here?
All at once, the ground seems to be rushing up to meet her, but not as quick as the woman. Her landing is soft.
Cough Cough if ur lookin for a shonen to read pls read majin tantei nougami neuro and we can giggle about it and ill read it with u and we can talk about how Neuro is a dumb stupid doo doo head and how Yako is our angel child and Sasazuka is rly cute and we have a crush on him
Freddie tomlinson your dad has real matching tattoos with harry
ok but… get back to me when louis and harry lock themselves in a hotel room and tattoo EACH OTHER.
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