Ven (She/Her), 31 and feeling every year, I'm your cool lesbian aunt/mom friend who wants to give you life advice and spicy slow burn Harkximoff fics on AO3, May occasionally blog about theatre and video games
Bitter Pill (13/??) - My slow burn multi chapter fic. Rated M
Begins directly after the finale's post credit scene. Wanda needs to find her boys, and there's only one witch who can help her.
Hook, Line, Sinker (2/3?) - My smutty one shot series. Rated E
Just Between Us: Suddenly being in her 2nd trimester of pregnancy has some unexpected side effects for Wanda and Agnes wants to lend a helping hand. Takes place in the impossible time right before the 70s episode's opening theme.
Out of My Mind: Wanda can't get a certain friendly neighbor out of her head and has no idea why. Feeling confused, she turns to Vision for comfort but can't escape the fantasies in her mind.
Agatha x Reader:
Whiskey Sour (complete!) - Rated M
Agatha find the tables turned when she tries to seduce her favorite car mechanic, Butch! Reader
Ecstasy. The only word that could truly be used to describe that moment as the three girls hovered against the pastel blue sky, hand in hand as they watched the iridescence of the new Honmoon spread across the earth below them. Bright smiles on their faces beamed more radiantly than the morning sun behind them. Everything seemed so surreal. One moment, Hunter/x had defeated the king of the demons, Gwi-Ma, sending him back into the depths below in hopes he would never see the light of day again. The next? They were watching the rise of a sun that may have never been peeking over the horizon line and warming their skin with rays of gratitude.
The only thing that tethered the girls back to reality was the ever-loud cheers of their fans down below, accompanied by the roaring thunder of applause. Before the girls knew it, they were slowly sinking towards the pentagon stage below them. Their ears rang as the voices below got louder and louder, practically erupting the second the idols touched down on the ground. The colours and the sounds were almost too overwhelming as the joy and adoration of their following crashed over them in tidal waves.
Rumi, Mira and Zoey all held their hands a little tighter as they took in the scene before them. The girls looked into each other's eyes with warm smiles, having a silent conversation before nodding in agreement and turning back to face the audience. The girls bowed before taking their leave with their heads held high as they made their way down the catwalk to a secluded area backstage. Behind them, a man pushed his way through the crowd before hauling himself onto the stage and swiftly following suit behind them.
Rumi didn't even get a chance to adjust to the bright fluorescent lights, the sudden shift in lighting blinding her. She squinted as she made her way backstage when the other two girls crashed into her with brunt force. Zoey let out a startled yelp and Mira followed suit with a displeased grunt. Rumi could only let out a wheeze before she felt an arm wrap around her torso, dragging her closer into Mira and Zoey. She peered over her shoulder to see Bobby, their manager, holding all three of them with such ferocity as if he was afraid they'd disappear.
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“My girls!” Bobby sighed with his eyes closed, savoring the comfort of the three. “You guys did amazing. I'm so proud of you!” His grip tightened, making Rumi feel like her eyes could pop out of their socket if he held on any tighter. She craned her head back and looked at her friends. Mira, Rumi, and Zoey all exchanged glances before their gazes softened at their manager.
“Aww, Bobby,” Zoey giggled, resting her cheek on his head. Rumi snuggled in closer as well, her available arm curling around her manager as she muttered her thanks. The two glanced upwards towards Mira, who stood rigid with a face full of apprehension, unsure of what to do.
Rumi knew physical affection from anyone outside of herself and Zoey was hard for Mira. There was a visible battle happening behind those rich dark eyes of hers, a mixture of apprehension, vulnerability, and fear. A pale hand came into view, Zoey’s hand, offered to Mira with a look of reassurance. Rumi also extended her hand out to Mira with the same look. The pink-haired girl still seemed a bit unsure but leaned into their hands and pressed herself further into the group hug.
“Uh, yeah, thanks, Bobby,” Mira muttered, but Rumi could see the warm smile spreading across the other girl's face, letting her guard down to enjoy this moment. This hug lasted a heartbeat longer until their manager pulled back with a rather stern expression.
“Don't you ever do something like that again!” With a deep frown, he put his hands on his hips and puffed up his chest, looking as intimidating as Bobby could get (which was not very much, but it still startled the hunters).
The sudden flip stunned the girls for a moment, eyes wide and lips pursed as they did a double take between Bobby and each other. In their five years of performing as Huntr/x and working with Bobby, never once had he spoken so sternly to them. Their manager preferred to coax and nurture the three girls, leaving the lecturing in Celine's hands. Bobby's attempt at an intimidating aura lasted all of ten seconds as he deflated with a nervous sigh and brought his hands together to fidget anxiously.
“I-I mean, you guys were performing Golden so well, then you broke up on stage, and then you're crashing a Saja boy’s concert-” He paused and blinked for a second, confusion washing over his face. “Which I don't even know how we got there, but then suddenly you three are back together again and singing a new hit single I didn't even know you guys wrote.” He began to ramble on almost incoherently as the girls looked at one another with guilt on their faces.
Zoey leaned in a bit closer to Rumi and Mira.
“Do you think we should tell him?” She whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Mira’s head shot up, eyes wide.
“What are you nuts? Do you have any idea how insane we’ll sound to him?”
“It's just a thought!” Zoey bit back, crossing her arms with a huff.
“Well, un-think it!” Mira hissed and Zoey narrowed her eyes in response.
“How do you un-think a thought, Mira!?”
As the two began to squabble, Rumi's brows furrowed as she brought her thumb and index finger to her chin. A million scenarios ran through her head. Even if they didn't tell Bobby the truth, what sane-sounding scenario would make any remote sense to cover anything that took place? Not to mention, Rumi recalled the constant looks of confusion and hurt on Bobby’s face for every moment the girls had to suddenly disappear, drop out of events, and even avoid talking to him to fix problems surrounding the Honmoon. Bobby had been with Huntr/x since they first debuted. He watched over them like a father figure and constantly tried to provide the girls the best of the best. They owed him the truth.
“We should tell him,” Rumi whispered. Both girls looked at Rumi with wide eyes, dumbstruck. Rumi narrowed her eyes at their expression and opened her mouth to retort when the sound of someone clearing their throat got the girl's attention immediately.
“You guys know I can hear everything you're saying, right?” Their manager looked at the trio with a raised eyebrow as his arms crossed. “Tell me what?”
The three girls looked at each other and then back at Bobby. Where would they even begin?
Rumi's mind flooded with a jumble of thoughts and memories of the last twelve hours. Snippets of conversation rang in her ears, flashes of images blinded her eyes: the heartbreak on the faces of her friends, her pleading for them to stay, to not abandon her. The hopelessness in her voice as she asked Celine to end her. The look of deluded denial in her mentor's eyes, the desperation in Celine's hollow reassurances. The glow of Gwi-ma's hellfire creating a halo around Jinu's burning form, a demonic angel giving the ultimate sacrifice.
Jinu.
By sheer force of will, Rumi swallowed her emotions down, banishing her memories to a locked corner of her mind. There was no time for that now. A leader needed to lead.
She glanced around the hallway, realizing that where they were wasn't exactly private. While they were currently the only four here, that could change at any given second as confused fans and staff made their way out of the building. They needed to go somewhere more secluded before dropping a bomb like this. It had been a while since Huntr/x performed at the Namsan Tower, but Rumi vaguely remembered where to go. Rumi’s expression hardened with determination as she looked at Mira and Zoey with a firm nod before she grabbed Bobby’s wrist.
“Let's go,” She said, not giving their manager a chance to reply as she practically dragged him down the hall. Bobby could only let out a strangled gasp as he struggled to keep up.
“Wait, so we’re actually doing this!?” Mira exclaimed as she trailed further behind the group with her hands thrown up, almost in defeat. Zoey looked back at Mira with her eyes shining.
“Come on, Mir, what's the worst that could happen?” The maknae flashed a smile, clearly buzzing from excitement at the idea of having someone outside of the trio and, of course, Celine, knowing their secret.
“That's what I'm afraid to find out,” Mira muttered quietly, a strange look upon her face. Zoey just waved her hand dismissively without looking at the pink-haired girl as she bounced along.
After a few confusing twists and turns down winding hallways, Rumi finally located the green room, the place where performers relax or get ready before the show begins. Rumi quickly opened the door and ushered everyone in before she shut the door behind her. She turned to see Bobby bent over, hands on his knees, panting.
“You guys,” He wheezed, “Walk way too fast.” The smaller man staggered upwards and looked around with a bewildered expression. “Okay… so you wanted to tell me something?”
Rumi took a breath.
“Well, yes, a lot of somethings actually... We-” Bobby cut her off by holding his hand up nervously.
“Before you tell me, it's not something illegal, is it?” He asked in a stage whisper, gesturing to the now secluded space they were in. In all fairness, it did seem a bit sketchy.
“Depends on how you look at it,” Mira said nonchalantly, leaning against the door, suddenly very interested in her fingernails.
“Mira!” Both Zoey and Rumi exclaimed after seeing Bobby's eyes widen with shock. Both of them flailed their arms towards their manager, who very much looked like he was already contemplating what lies to tell the police. Mira blew a strand of hair out of her face and smiled slightly.
“It's subjective,” She added with a dash of sarcasm, prompting Zoey to punch her arm lightly. Mira scowled and rubbed the afflicted area.
“Not helping, Mira!” Rumi sighed, resting her forehead in her hand before looking back up at Bobby. “Ignore her, we promise this isn't anything illegal, nothing of that sort. It's just going to be really hard to explain.” Subconsciously, Rumi rubbed the markings on her arms, missing the knowing look from her friends, before Rumi dropped her hands and gestured towards the couch. “You're probably going to want to sit down for this.”
The girls could see beads of sweat lining his forehead. Bobby was equal parts curious and nervous about whatever news he was about to receive. He walked over to the lavish white couch and sat down with his hands folded on his lap. He looked up at Rumi expectantly. With another breath, she told Bobby the truth -their story- with Mira and Zoey chiming in from time to time. By the end, though, Bobby didn't seem fully convinced.
“Oh, I get it! This is a prank, right? Like the ones on TikTok?” Bobby laughed, although his beaming smile seemed a bit…. forced. “Is this a new gimmick you girls are going with? It’s not my first marketing choice, but I'm sure we could make it work!”
“Bobby-’ Rumi started before she was once again cut off.
“What kind of TikToks are you watching where someone comes out as a demon slayer!?” Zoey blurted, utterly dumbfounded. Mira also mirrored the same expression.
“I can't believe our deepest and darkest secret is being equated to typical internet content,” Mira huffed, leaning her head back on the door with a light thud as she rubbed her eyes. “What's the hashtag for this story going to be? #hunttricks?” Zoey snickered at that. Even Rumi cracked a smile before she shook her head.
Focus.
“We're getting way off track here,” Rumi looked back at Bobby with a slight look of desperation. “Bobby, please, this is the truth. I know this is a lot to take in all at once, but you know we’d never lie to you-”
Mira and Zoey shot Rumi a glance with raised eyebrows, reminding her of all of the times they had “omitted the truth” to Bobby when Hunter business came up.
“- about something this serious!” She corrected in a rush. The girls watched Bobby anxiously as his smile dropped; he looked deep in thought, as if remembering something unpleasant. A shiver went down his spine as he clenched his fists. Rumi watched Bobby's eyes trace the patterns on her arms before he lifted his gaze to meet hers.
“Okay,” Bobby swallowed hard and stood up from the couch with his hands up. “So, this definitely isn't a group psychosis. My girls are- this whole time you've been-?”
“Yes,” Rumi replied softly, but she could tell Bobby was still struggling with the concept. To seal the truth, she outstretched her arm, her fingers grazing the iridescence of the Honmoon, before a giant sword appeared in her hand. The sound of metal slicing through the air followed as Mira drew her Gok-do, and Zoey’s hands filled with her Shin-Kal.
Bobby stumbled back into the couch in sudden alarm as the weapons appeared, his brown eyes wide. There was no denying that they were telling the truth now. Even if Bobby wanted to bury his head in the sand and stay in ignorant bliss, the glowing weapons before him wouldn't allow that luxury.
“Okay, well,” Bobby began with a nervous chuckle rising from the couch once again, side stepping away from the tip of Rumi’s sword, his finger nudging the blade away. “You guys are - you uh- that sure is- and the Saja Boys-” Bobby laughed again, his voice noticeably more unhinged, rubbing the back of his neck.
Oh no. He was buffering.
“Bobby, are you okay?” Rumi hesitantly stepped towards the smaller man and dissolved her weapon with a quick flick of her wrist, her hands outstretched, worried he might faint on the spot.
“Me? Psssh, yeah, I’m great, never better!”
That was convincing, Rumi thought sarcastically.
“Just finding out my wonderful idols kill demons to save the world as a side gig, out here slaying demons like a modern Hong Gildong,” He paused for a moment. “Minus the stealing from the corrupt and.. being a man… and he didn't fight demons.” He blinked. “But the thought is there!”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” Rumi couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. The tight bundle of nerves in her stomach clenched in anticipation as she watched Bobby’s expression for any sign of rejection. His brows were furrowed in deep thought. She could almost see the gears in his mind struggling to digest everything, grinding together in fits and starts. Hushed tension filled the room once more as the girls waited for Bobby to say something, anything, that would either confirm or deny their fears.
It was Mira who had stepped forward, much to Rumi’s surprise.
“So,” Mira began, her voice was… trembling? No, it wasn't just her voice. It was all of her. Rumi watched in disbelief. Mira, their Mira, often stoic and so cold to the rest of the world, suddenly looked small and vulnerable, but tried so hard to keep that nonchalant tone. “Are you going to leave us?” Her voice faded into a whisper.
Bobby's expression went from thoughtful to shocked.
“Leave you?” He stumbled closer to the girls, his hands waving before he tugged all three of them closer. “I would never leave you guys! Demon hunters or not, you're still my girls,” Bobby smiled softly before reaching out to cup Mira’s cheek.
Rumi went rigid, almost expecting Mira to pull back, but to her surprise… she didn't. Instead, Mira leaned into it. Rumi and Zoey shared a quick look of bewilderment.
“I'm not going anywhere,” Bobby assured with a light chuckle before he let go of Mira. He reached out his hands to Rumi and Zoey, both graciously accepting as he pulled them into another group hug. “It'll take some getting used to, but I'm always going to be here for you, just please tell me what's going on in your world next time.”
“We will,” The three said in unison.
Rumi felt the pit in her stomach suddenly dissolve; she let out a sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders temporarily.
This couldn't have gone any better, she thought with a smile as she pulled away from the hug.
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“Promise no more secrets?” Bobby’s voice was soft and comforting as he looked at them with wide and vulnerable eyes.
“We promise,” Rumi and Mira said in rushed unison, both desperate to reassure Bobby. The two paused and looked at each other. Mira felt her heart clench a little as she looked into Rumi’s coffee coloured eyes. Rumi’s gaze searched hers; the look was so soft and yet hesitant as her eyes tried to peer through Mira’s walls the same way Mira could do so easily for Rumi. Anxiety filled Mira’s chest. She wasn't ready for that... not yet anyway. Mira averted her gaze, missing the saddened expression on Rumi’s face.
“Jinx!” Zoey's excited voice pulled Rumi’s attention away, much to Mira's relief. “You two owe me a soda!”
“I don't think it works like that, Zoey,” Rumi said with a melodic laugh. The sound of the two girls humorously debating the mechanics of jinxes faded to background noise as Mira fell deep into her thoughts.
Mira wasn't entirely sure what she was feeling at this very moment. Happiness? Fear? Guilt? Maybe all of the above? There was a tornado of emotions in her head, and she hated it. On one hand, Mira was beyond thrilled Bobby wasn't going to turn their back on them once he discovered the truth. That she wasn't going to lose another member of her found family, the family she had craved for so long. On the other hand? Mira couldn't stop the sinking fear at the realization that she could have lost Bobby, Zoey, and Rumi all on the same day. Rumi especially… A lump formed in Mira's throat, one born of guilt that sank its claws deep into her chest and threatened to tear it open. How would she even begin to tell Rumi how sorry she was?
A series of loud vibrations pulled Mira’s attention and silenced the room as all eyes fell onto Bobby’s startled expression. Their manager flashed a sheepish smile and dug his phone out of his pocket, the blue light blinding him as it demanded his attention, and in seconds, he was swiping frantically.
“Oh gosh, the press, I almost forgot!” Bobby's wide eyes shifted into hyper focus as he typed aggressively. “We're going to need to come up with a cover story for everything that happened.”
Shit, Mira thought bitterly, grinding her teeth a little. She almost forgot about the possibility that thousands of people would be out there demanding answers. Mira glanced at the other two and could see that they must have been thinking the same thing, but aside from the stress of the media, they looked so tired.
“Where would we even begin?” Their manager rubbed his temple with his free hand, a panicked look on his face. “We need to come up with something that would-”
“Bobby,” Mira interjected, laying one hand on Bobby’s shoulder and the other gently pushing the screen down from his view. “How about we come up with a game plan tomorrow? Today has been a lot… on everyone.” Mira tilted her head towards Zoey and Rumi. Bobby’s eyes followed her gesture and landed on the other two hunters. There was no mistaking that they looked ragged, heads drooping a little and shoulders slumping. The adrenaline was ebbing from the girls, Mira included. She felt as if she had been hit by a truck.
“The press can wait a little longer,” Mira said softly. Rumi and Zoey could only murmur in agreement.
Bobby looks at the girls in temporary confusion before mouthing the words, Oh shit. Mira raised an eyebrow in surprise. Who knew Bobby had a foul mouth?
“Right, right, you're right. Let me call you guys a ride home.”
The car ride back was interesting... to say the least. It seemed peaceful, yet there was still a tension surrounding the three that was waiting to be severed. It was suffocating and comforting all at once.
The girls were pressed close together in the back of the car. Zoey was resting her head on Mira’s shoulder, eyes shut and softly snoring. The maknae didn't last five minutes on the drive back before she promptly passed out. Zoey had originally fallen asleep with her head resting on the car window, but Mira worried about her head bumping the glass as the car drove. She had guided Zoey's head onto her shoulder so Zoey could sleep soundly. After that, Mira was locked into place as Zoey had draped her arm across Mira’s body, her hand latching onto the first thing it found, Rumi’s hand. Even in her sleep, Zoey held onto Rumi’s hand with such ferocity, as if she was terrified to let go.
Rumi on the other hand was staring out the window. Even through the warped reflection in the window, Mira could see that Rumi was thousands of miles away, in a world entirely of her own.
Mira’s eyes drifted to the patterns that swirled on Rumi's skin. The once angry purple marks were now a soft silver as iridescent coloured lights occasionally flickered through the swirls. It was mesmerizing.
They're so beautiful
Guilt pricked through her skin once again, clasping her heart in a death grip that made Mira feel like she would keel over at any second. The memory flashed through her mind like wildfire.
Rumi was standing before them, desperate and afraid. Begging Zoey and Mira not to leave her. The way Rumi, who always stood so tall and proud, folded in on herself like a frightened animal and made herself small to show she wasn't a threat. Those beautiful eyes were welling with tears of sorrow as her best friends backed farther and farther away.
Then the worst part.
Mira’s Gok-do piercing the dark like a blazing rod of hot lightning, ready to strike. Aimed at her best friend.
The pink-haired girl felt her breath hitch, that horrid lump once again making itself at home in her throat. It threatened to cut off her oxygen and let her suffocate on self-loathing. Her heart hammered in her chest as if to break out as the memories flashed over and over again.
Why did I do that?!
Mira could feel her eyes stinging with tears; her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, knuckles white as she tried to force her tears back in. Despite her efforts, a single tear rolled its way out and down her cheek.
“I can feel you looking,” Rumi’s soft voice broke the damning silence that surrounded Mira. Her voice was warm and sweet, comforting, like a cup of yuja-cha on a cold winter's day.
“What?” Mira sniffled a bit, trying to force an edge to her voice but failing miserably. “No, I'm not,” Mira denied as she turned away from Rumi quickly, so she didn't see how red and watery Mira’s eyes must have been.
Mira tried to wipe away her escaped tear with the shoulder Zoey’s head was resting on but the younger girl let out a whine upon being jostled. Her expression looked almost offended, even with her eyes closed, before she pushed Mira’s shoulder back into place with the side of her head, huffing indignantly. Zoey's lips smacked a little before she drifted back to sleep. All Mira could do was accept her defeat as the tear splashed onto her white jacket.
Mira felt Rumi shifting beside her, and then there was a sudden warmth on her thigh as Rumi placed her hand. The touch sent a jolt of electricity up Mira’s body, her chest tightened, and her stomach flipped. The heavy bundle of nerves in her chest warmed slightly, still coiled from guilt, yes, but now stoked by something softer. Mira couldn't, maybe wouldn't, put her finger on it.
“Hey, it's okay.” Rumi's sweet voice guided Mira's gaze to her own, and they stared at each other for what felt like a lifetime. Hundreds of unspoken words lay trapped in their throats, things neither of them were ready to talk about just yet. Even so, Mira could see one word present within those dark eyes of Rumi’s. Love. Mira wasn't sure if Rumi’s soothing words were for what had happened earlier or because Mira was crying, but she wasn't in a position to ask.
Mira could all but stare as Rumi shifted in her seat while she gathered up Mira's hand, intertwining all of their hands together and nestling them on Mira's lap. With a contented sigh, Rumi rested her head on Mira’s other shoulder, her soft lavender hair brushing against Mira's cheek.
Oh God, Mira thought as she could feel more tears stinging behind her eyes. What is wrong with me?
Stubbornly, Mira refused to blink, not wanting to let the tears escape her once again.
I'm not gonna cry, not gonna do it, hold yourself together, Mira!
Her lungs shuddered against her ribcage, threatening a sob, but Mira squared her shoulders and pressed her spine firmly against the back of her seat. Anything to keep her as still as possible. Even so, those tears still fell, sliding down her cheeks and her throat. Mira cursed herself silently. Her gaze drifted back down to Zoey and Rumi, both sleeping, and, oh, how Mira’s heart felt warm.
Once they had made it back to the familiarity of the penthouse, Zoey was the first one to break the silence.
“Couch!’ Her voice, while still heavy with sleep, had a sing-song tone to it. There was a bit of scuffling as the maknae kicked her shoes off before stumbling towards their white couch. Zoey didn't even bother going around the couch to take a seat; instead, she hauled herself over the backrest and plunged into the cushions with a contented sigh.
Rumi and Mira laughed at the sight. Mira made her way to join Zoey, following her example by jumping over the backrest and nearly landing on the smaller girl.
“Move over,” Mira chuckled with a gentle shove.
“I was here first!” Zoey scowled, but her tone was playful.
“You're taking up the whole couch,” The dancer whined.
“The whole-” Zoey was flabbergasted. “Mira, there's a whole body's worth of couch on the other side of you!” She chucked a pink heart-shaped pillow at Mira, which she dodged effortlessly.
“Yeah, but this is the side you're on,” Mira teased and tickled Zoey, almost earning a foot to the face as she giggled and squirmed.
Behind her smile, Mira’s mind wouldn't fully let her enjoy this moment. This was also someone she could have lost today. Not only had Mira raised her weapon at Rumi, she had also walked away from Zoey.
Stop it. Mira wasn't going to get anywhere by mentally chastising herself over Zoey and Rumi.
However, speaking of Rumi, Mira looked over her shoulder and saw Rumi still standing in front of the elevator door, one hand clutched over her chest with a soft smile. Mira waved Rumi over.
“Come 'ere.”
Rumi nodded and followed the example of the other two. She gently crawled over the backrest and sat down on the opposite side of Zoey.
“Wow, you really are taking up the whole couch.”
Zoey let out a loud groan of exasperation and crossed her arms with a huff. Her eyes narrowed in playful defiance, but broke away into a startled squeak as Rumi lifted Zoey’s head and placed it in her lap. There was an unreadable expression on her freckled face, though Mira could swear there was a pink flush forming along her cheeks.
Mira mimicked the idea and pulled Zoey’s legs over her lap, scooting in closer with a soft bump. It was really hard not to notice the slightly flustered expression on the younger girl’s face. Mira raised an eyebrow. It was cute. She paused.
Cute?
She shrugged, filing away that thought for later and patted Zoey’s knee.
“There, much better,” Mira smiled down at the smaller girl.
Rumi muttered in agreement, idly stroking Zoey’s hair. Zoey’s eyes remained half open as she smiled contentedly, sprawling out like a cat.
As the minutes passed, the tense silence fell upon the girls once again. It was clear all of them had something to say, but none of the girls could speak. Mira could only guess Zoey and Rumi were feeling the same emotion as her: fear.
One way or another, the girls needed to talk about what happened. They couldn't just avoid the topic forever.
What am I even going to say?
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This was definitely a job for Zoey, right? Of course it had to be. Neither Rumi nor Mira were talking, and the silence was slowly filling Zoey with dread. It was making her stomach twist and her heart race. She had to make it better, but the only issue was that Zoey also had no clue what to say. What should she even say? What could anyone say?
Both Mira and Zoey had pointed their weapons at their best friend, then were hypnotized by Gwi-Ma before being snapped out of the trance by Rumi, basically killed the Saja Boys and defeated the Demon King. How does one even start a conversation about all of that?
Zoey bit her bottom lip nervously and started to fidget with her fingers. The silence was overpowering now. She looked over at Mira. The pink-haired girl was fixated on the floor, her hand lazily petting Zoey’s thigh. Then Zoey looked up at Rumi and felt a twinge in her chest.
Rumi was staring blankly at the window, her gaze fixed on the morning sunlight reflecting off the city's buildings. Zoey watched as Rumi’s free hand still rubbed up and down her other arm, subconsciously trying to cover up her patterns. Her very beautiful patterns. Zoey’s heart melted a little.
Wow, they're so pretty up close.
It pained Zoey to know how Rumi must have suffered trying to keep this part of herself hidden. To hide herself from them. Rumi missed out on so much with Mira and Zoey because she felt like she had to hide. Sleepovers in each other's room, swimming during the summer time, wearing the clothes she always wanted, and even spending time in the bathhouse. The bathhouse?
“We should go to the bathhouse later,” Zoey said suddenly, and was immediately almost embarrassed at how loud her voice was in comparison to the hushed atmosphere. It startled the other two girls as the silence was broken. Zoey could feel herself starting to fumble over her words.
“You did say we could go to the bathhouse after we fixed the Honmoon,” Zoey eagerly reminded Rumi.
Rumi let out a small chuckle before brushing a strand of hair out of Zoey’s face. The gesture made Zoey shiver, but, like, a good kind of shiver.
“You're right, I did say that,” Rumi nodded as she looked up to smile at Mira. “Okay, yeah, later today, after we rest a little, we'll go to the bathhouse.”
Zoey sat up so quickly she nearly fell off the couch as she let out a thrilled squeak and clapped her hands together with excitement. “This time without men and water demons!”
“Especially the water demons,” Mira said with a shudder. “I hate water demons.”
“Ooh ooh, we could get a facial afterwards, do a whole princess treatment, y’know-” Zoey shimmied in her seat as she began to ramble, “-with the cucumber slices on the eyes? Actually, do people really do that? It always seemed like a waste of a cucumber to me. There are perfectly good salads-”
Zoey glanced back at Rumi, her grin faltering as she let her jumble of words trail off. Rumi looked happy and yet so scared at the same time. Zoey glanced back at Mira, who also bore the same expression but fixed her gaze back down on the floor, the corners of her mouth slowly falling back down. They couldn't sit in this stagnant air forever. One of them was going to have to make the first move to break the tension, and right now it looked like it was going to be Zoey. Again .
It was painfully obvious that Mira and Rumi had been putting up a front to avoid talking about what had happened at the Idol Awards. Zoey would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't guilty of projecting a façade as well.
Where do I even start? Think, Zoey, think!
Hey, uh, Rumi, about the idol awards, that really sucked and I'm sorry?
No no no.
Hey Rumi, I'm sorry I was such a horrible friend and turned my back on you just because you're part demon?
Something along those lines?
Zoey could feel herself sweating a little now.
Maybe I could get Mira to start the conversation?
Zoey's eyes flicked towards her pink-haired friend, whose eyes were still tracing the stitch patterns of the carpet.
Alright, so that's definitely a no-go. Guess it's going to be my job after all.
With a steadying breath, Zoey put on her serious face and swallowed hard. Her heartbeat had quickened, and her stomach twisted in knots. One way or another, this band-aid had to be ripped off.
“Rumi…Can we talk about wha-” She was cut off by the sound of Rumi’s phone ringing. Zoey watched as Rumi fumbled for the phone in her pocket with a quiet apology, her hands shaking a little. Once the device was free, Zoey saw Rumi’s finger hovering over the giant red decline button before freezing in place. Celine was calling.
Zoey shrank back a little when she noticed a dark expression come over Rumi’s face as her friend started to violently tremble. The maknae reached out a hand in hopes of comforting Rumi, but the lavender-haired girl stood up quickly.
“I have to take this.” Rumi's eyes were almost unreadable, but her tone was terse and strained. “We can pick this up later, yeah?” Without waiting for Mira or Zoey to respond, their leader quickly strode to her room, shutting the door behind her with a bit of force.
Zoey could all but watch Rumi go, feeling a little hurt.
“Did you see the way she looked just then?” She asked quietly.
Mira nodded slowly, her brows furrowed in concern.
“I did.”
“Did something happen between Rumi and Celine?” Zoey couldn't shake this worried feeling that crept over her. The girls knew Rumi and Celine had a complicated relationship, but never before had there ever been a situation where there was this much unease between Celine and Rumi. It made Zoey afraid. Had there been more between their relationship that Zoey and Mira had missed? What if Celine had been mistreating Rumi and they never noticed? What if something darker had been happening this whole time? Zoey had to shake her head to chase those thoughts away.
“We would have known about it by now,” Mira said as reassuringly as she could muster, though it was clear she wasn't entirely convinced either. “The last time Rumi saw Celine was with us, a couple of months ago, and nothing happened then. We were with both of them the entire time, so we would have noticed something.”
Zoey nodded slowly but couldn't shake this gut feeling that something terrible must have happened. Mira clearly felt the same by the way she clenched her jaw, her eyes fixed on Rumi's shut door. Both the girls just sat in silence, waiting, hoping the call would be quick so they could all talk. Surely Rumi would come out of her room soon, right?
The two friends gave up when the early morning glow had brightened to the full light of day, the sun's rays harsh in their sleep weary eyes. Rumi would not come out of her room for the rest of the day.
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Okay so that's chapter one! I'm making a mental note to never copy and paste things over from my phone because it's genuinely so difficult 😭
I hope you guys enjoyed, I know my fanfic writing style is a bit more novel? In comparison? If that's the right way to say it. I just really like world building and I love putting lots of thought and emotions behind a character.
I'm working on chapter two right now, I'm about halfway through and I'm throwing lots of emotion into that one as you can guess that's when they have their talk plus the addition of Celine.
Anyways feel free to ask me any questions or leave suggestions! Toodles
Summary: When a mysterious woman took place as the new professor for the History course at the University of Westview, you could not help but be intrigued by her alluring aura and the trace of blood and lavender Agatha Harkness always left behind.
Word Count: 5.2k
Warnings: blood, slightly graphic depictions of violence, vampire!Agatha, NSFW, blood kink, light mommy kink, dom/sub dynamics and overall dark themes in the next chapters.
A/N: ello there! this fic is inspired in a lot of media with vampires and interactions with my high school history teacher (kudos to her for helping me with research for this chapter)…. also, this is going to be a medium-lenght fic, but for now, i only have part 1 done. i can’t be certain about updates in the near future since i have college admission exams throughout the next months, but pinky promise i’ll try to be as consistent as i can. finally, a huge, huge thanks to my partner-in-crime @scarlets-maximoff, who beta-read this entire work ♡. hope u all enjoy it and if u want to be added to a tag list for the next chapters, dm me or just comment under this post!
likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated ♡.
In the liminal space of a deserted-street alley, saturated with neon from facades of nearby stores, you stared at Agatha as a voyeur into a universe you did not belong to, a mere intruder of what should be an ethereal experience— and the sensation that everything inside you was leaving your body arises, all to not be a witness of the self-destruction of Agatha Harkness. As if she knew how small you felt in your body, utterly human when Agatha tore each of the meticulous tableaus painted by your subconscious; when Agatha tarnished each canonized version of herself you carefully filed in a pile at the corner of your mind with dripping blood.
Oh sweet Jesus, I'm so sorry, I haven't looked at my inbox in eons! I have no idea when you sent this in, but hi, I'm still kickin'. I'll post a more thorough update soon once I get my thoughts in order.
So. Maddie lost her job a few weeks ago. I’m looking for work and I’m sure I’ll find it eventually, but for the moment I’m opening up lesbian fiction commissions.
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I've been thinking about maybe posting a writing update to let y'all know what's up, so I guess this is a sign I better do so, haha
Life has gotten a lot busier for me within the last two months and because of that, I am not able to keep up with the writing schedule I had previously. Don't get me wrong, I love Bitter Pill and it's my fucking magnum opus, it *will* get finished one day, but updates are likely to be infrequent. I'm still working on figuring out the perfect balance of time and energy I spend on the various things I have going on in my life, so I'm hopeful that I will figure out how to squeeze in writing time between my other responsibilities.
I just want to say though, thank you, to everyone who's been following me on this journey with Bitter Pill! I've met some really wonderful people in this fandom and my life is all the richer having shared my writing with you all. 💜
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Whoops, I totally forgot to plug the latest chapter when I posted it! Things are a bit crazy in my life rn, so I’m not sure when the next chapter will be up, but I promise it will happen eventually. Meanwhile, enjoy this tidbit!
Chapters: 13/?
Fandom: WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Agatha Harkness, Agatha Harkness/Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision (referenced)
Characters: Wanda Maximoff, Agnes (WandaVision), Agatha Harkness
Additional Tags: Mentor/Protégé, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Post-Canon, will earn rating in later chapters, Slow Burn, Glacial Burn
Summary:
Begins directly after the finale's post credit scene.
Wanda needs to find her boys, and there's only one witch who can help her.
Craft stores are just like "can I interest you in some...objects? some items? would you like some things?" and every time I'm like Oooh I love objects and items and things!
Bro, your Generic Fantasy Media™ is showing us a 20th Century English speaking hero decked out in 16th Century German armour using 12th Century Italian weapons to stab 9th Century Vikings in what appears to be a pastiche of 14th Century Romania, and the fact that this character is Black is the part that offends your commitment to historical accuracy?
