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circle sewn with fate, unlock thy hidden gate (part 1)
summary: your perfectly 'normal' friday morning got interrupted by the mad search for a coven with a witch who's reputation precedes her.
fic type: angst
pairings: agatha harkness x teen!reader, teen x teen!reader
word count: 1.6k
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You sat at the kitchen island and watched your mother go off her rocker and ballistic about…well, everything. It was entertaining, to say the least, but it was also nothing short of absolutely irritating.
“Coming in here after all that time, thinking she’s gonna…” she muttered angrily. “Look at my front door!”
“Well, if you weren’t such a hopeless lesbian and just, I don’t know, talked to Mami, we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You scoffed, annoyed.
“What?” She rounded on you, before yet something else caught her eyes. “Ugh! Whose shoes are these?”
“Probably the guy you kidnapped,” you shrugged, nodding at Teen, who stood at the closet entryway, trying to undo the tape from his mouth.
“Okay. She’s unstoppable,” she said, pausing for a moment.
“No, she’s not, you’re just being stupid,” you said, rinsing your bowl and putting it away.
“And you’re giving me attitude?” She scoffed.
“Oh, tragic,” you rolled your eyes, walking over to grab a broom, ready to sweep the mess up.
“The house is yours, random boy. Be sure to tell the vengeanceseekers I said hi,” Agatha said hurriedly, gathering some stuff. “Y/n, grab stuff we can use to survive on the road—“
The boy bunny-hopped to the doorframe, and spent a moment taking off the tape around his mouth before blurting out, “Take me to the Witches’ Road!”
Both you and your mother froze, looking at each other.
“Come again?” The older woman said, brow raised.
“The Witches’ Road,” the boy repeated. “I want you to take me there. Please?”
“Is this twink for real?” You asked, eyeing your mother.
“Hey!” He protested, only to receive a shrug in return.
“The Witches’ Road doesn’t exist,” Agatha said, crossing her arms to face him.
“You’re lying,”
“Am I?”
“That’s just what real witches say to keep the amateurs out,” he replied. “The Road will give you the thing you want the most,”
“And what could you possibly desire? Free glitter eyeliner for life?” You snorted, leaning on the broom.
“Dude, what is your problem?” He said, irritated.
“Hey, I’m my mother’s daughter,”
“The road does give you what you desire,” Agatha interrupted. You already sensed the cogs turning in her brain and it made you sick. “If you make it to the end,”
“And I can. I will,” he said indignantly.
“Hmm,” she hummed thoughtfully, casting you a sideways glance which you reciprocated with a scowl. “The Road is no place for a kid,”
“I’m 16!” He protested.
“Oh, sorry. Teen,” she replied mockingly. “I don’t know where you heard about The Road…Books, the Ballad, legend, lore…But it will kill you,”
“Didn’t kill you,” he countered.
“Cause she’s a stubborn bitch,” you huffed under your breath.
“Well, I’m exceptional,” she said simply.
“That’s my point,” he said.
“No, please don’t fuel her humongous ego—“ you sighed.
He rolled his eyes and added, “Okay, so, confession, I know an egregious amount about you. I’ve been obsessed since I first read up on your Salem days,”
“So not only are you a twink, you are also a creep, fantastic,” you nodded sarcastically.
He rolled his eyes at you, continuing, “One of my favorite “you” eras,”
“That’s a good one,” Agatha nodded appreciatively. She looked at you and said pointedly. “At least a omeone appreciates my work,”
“That’s why I came here last night,” he said. “That’s why I saved you from the spell you were under,”
“If you’ve got the goods to break a spell cast by the Scarlet Witch,” Agatha said, eyeing him curiously. “Why do you need The Road?”
“I mean, I’ve studied, don’t get me wrong,” he said, making her smile tightly in acknowledgment. “But that can only take you so far. I wanna blast, to shield, to levitate—“
“So you want a shortcut,” she interrupted. “The Road promises that what’s missing awaits you at its end,”
“Oof,” you chuckled. “That’s rough, never meet your heroes, Teenie,”
“Shut up,” he snapped, turning back to Agatha. “Power is what I’m missing. Sounds like it’s what you’re missing, too,”
You paused and watched your mother nervously. She was a strong woman, crazy every now and then, but she wasn’t stupid, was she? She couldn’t possibly take up on this offer with some random kid she kidnapped under a spell.
“Nope. Too risky. No time,” she said finally, about to walk off again.
“If you wanna run, fine,” he shrugged. “But these people who are coming tonight sound serious. You really think you can outrun them with no magic at all?”
“Twink’s got a point,” you sighed. While yes, it was an idiotic thing to do, the Road was safer than the Seven, without a doubt. At least there, death would be quick and painless and devoid of any nightmarish methods.
“Who are you?” Agatha asked, squinting at him.
“My name is…” his words distorted, and you saw his lips vanish completely, only to reappear again after he had finished.
"Say again," your mother demanded, eyes squinting slightly at the sight of it.
"I'm..." there it was again. Distortion, something scribbled over his lips.
Your mother and you shared a look. 'Something's up,'
"Interesting..." she mused, eyeing him curiously. "I'm driving,"
You groaned. This woman was on a whole different level.
"I don't like this, Mom," you muttered, catching her by the wrist. "I really don't,"
She shook your hand off her. Ouch. A glare graced her sharp blue eyes. "Trust me,"
"When was the last time those two words meant anything to you?"
"When was the last time you weren't so suspicious?"
"Whatever," you huffed.
Of course it was like this. Power, power, power. You couldn't remember the last time she'd stopped, paused, asked you 'how was your day, baby?' but she wasn't that kind of mom...was she?
Fix it, fix it, fix--
You shook your head. Stupid voices. This is what happened when Death and Chaos raised a child. There was nothing you could fix. Not when the thing you wanted to fix was...
...sitting at a makeshift car.
"Need your pills, Mama?" You scoffed, walking right past her, grabbing the keys, only to have them snatched from you by Agatha.
"You’re driving," she tossed the keys in Teen's direction, much to your dismay.
The crisp Westview afternoon beat down upon you, with sharp sun gleaming over suburban rooftops, casting sharp shadows over the empty streets. It was quiet, normal, calm--
"Miss Harkness! Miss Harkness!"
And there it went, right as you were enjoying it. Teen.
"What do you know about covens?" He asked, enthusiastically.
You rolled your eyes. "Calm your ass down, fanboy,"
"Y/n," Agatha warned before walking and continuing, "Just that they’re drawn together by mysterious forces of fate, and that they’re the truest form of sisterhood and--"
"Oh, my God. Are you taking me to meet your coven?" He gasped, interrupting her.
She shuddered. "No. Those harpies are dust. But we do need a coven to access The Road,"
"Right. Of course, that makes sense," he muttered.
"Wow, it can understand common sense," you gasped sarcastically. "Well done, Junior,"
"Fuck off," he huffed. He caught up with Agatha. "It is the Witches’, plural possessive, Road,"
You glared daggers into the back of his head as he sat in the front of a Subaru, Agatha beside him. Jealousy, ugly and burning, twisted in your chest. What was she trying to do, palling up with this random kid she kidnapped on a Thursday evening in delirium? Had she no sense? No dignity? No grief?
Your fingertips tingled, and the voices rose. Fix it, fix it, fix it. Fix what? Fix a relationship like porcelain? Fix this power-hungry woman with a thirst for nothing else?
"So where do we just find a coven?" Teen asked.
"You call yourself a witch?" You scoffed. "You got some homework to do, Twinky,"
"Wherever you are, a coven there shall be," Agnes shot you a look through the mirror.
"That’s beautiful,"
"Hardly," you scoffed.
"She's right. It’s definitely not," Agatha shrugged. "But it is the Covenstead Rule. Within any three mile radius, there will be a collection of witchy enough people to form a coven,"
Teen fished around in his pocket and held out a worn journal. "Can you actually jot that down for me?"
"Ooh, where's the unicorn fluffy pen, Twinky?" You teased. "Gushing about your dream guy from class in your diary?"
"No," he gave you a pointed look. "There’s a pen in the glove compartment,"
"Oh," Agatha had that look in her eye as she got the pen. "Okay. Of course. Will this be…" she promptly flung it out the window.
"I'll remember it," he shrugged. "So, with a Covenstead, it’s unlikely we’ll find witches as high profile as you--"
"Yeah, there’s no such thing, Teen," she interrupted. "You know, but all we need is a bit of talent. Even the most downandout witches, when in close proximity with each other, bring out a magical spark,"
"A spark you seem to have lost," you muttered as the car stopped. Here, the energy felt strange--buzzed like a frat party, but calm like before a storm. Your eyes landed on it: Madame Calderu's.
A psychic. You hated psychics. Know it alls who had no notion of personal space or intellectual personal space.
"You think there’s a real witch in there?" Teen asked as Agatha did up her hair.
"Nah, probably some ugly fucking harpy," you scoffed, shoving past him.
"We’ll see if she knows the secret handshake," Agatha shrugged. On seeing that he was believing her, she groaned, "No,"
A grin spread over his lips. "I feel really optimistic about this,"
The shop was dim, lit primarily by the candles of the space. It smelt of incense and essential oils, and it made you want to throw up. Trinkets hung from every place, and it made your chaotic thoughts more chaotic than usual. The lights glinted off the surface of the crystal ball--which warped the floral tablecloth it was placed over.
hi bao buns! sorry this is SO overdue, i've been swamped with work, motivation problems, and now studies. i figured it'll be exhausting to write out such huge chapters for every episode, so i might break them down into parts <3 thank you for your patience!
hi everyone! this is just a tiny announcement for the ones who’ve been a bit worried about my disappearance—I’ve just started my 12th grade so my writing has reduced considerably, but fear not, I’m coming back every now and then with an update , but I’ve really got to lock in now so I’ll update when I can! I love you all bao buns!
Hi positivity again this time it’s gonna be happy emojis because I feel like sh*t and I’m exhausted so sorry this one isn’t very good!
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oh I’ve been so busy! hiya motivational dumpling! I’ve been reading your asks but it’s been super hectic of late so haven’t had a moment to myself, I’m so sorry! thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me!!
Day 5 of positivity and encouragement! Almost the new year 🥳!!! Hope you’ve been having a great day! I’ve been binge reading your fics and they are so good!!! I’m loving literally all of them. (Sorry this one is really lacking I’m trying really hard but I’m sick and have a concussion right now)
oh my goodness do take care of yourself bao bun! i will now dub you motivational dumpling so yeah :) thank you so so much you are amazing ily!
This is my 3rd (might be more?) trying to encourage you and bring you positivity! I really wanna highlight the Lilia x daughter! Reader fix because when i told you it was AMAZING it was AMAZING!!! That was emotionally touching and when she promised to come back and I know unless you go way off track she won’t I was crying!! You knocked it out od the park! Awesome job Jace and have an awesome day!!
anon ! my bao bun ! i love you so much ! you better take care of yourself omg ily ily ily ! *puts you in a blanket to protect* have an amazing day!
Hi hi! Just wanted to remind you that you are amazing inside and out and that all you’re writing is emotionally provoking and so so entertaining to read whether it emotionally shatters me or not. Please don’t forget to take care of yourself even though I always appreciate you writing because again it’s amazing but be sure to prioritize yourself.
(I hope this had good enough manners I didn’t know if I could do ma’am or anything like that)
(firstly, i’m genderfluid so nothing too gender specific, you can just call me jace!)
second! you are the sweetest little thing, bao bun! i am so so so happy that you like my works so much! i surely will remember to take care of myself, and you should take care of yourself too, bao bun! love you!
summary: lilia meets agatha, and has to convinve you--her inexhaustible 'stray' baby witch--to allow her, before she embarks on a journey to the witch's road.
fic type: angst/fluff
pairings: lilia calderu x fem!child!reader (family)
warnings: reader invading agatha's personal space, some crying, so much soft lilia you might just weep <3
word count: 1.4k
Afternoons in the sleepy town of Westview were very often uneventful.
A gentle breeze carded through the curtains, ruffling the papers on the table, eviction notice included. The birds twittered faintly outside, along the cars which rolled past with a steady, quiet rumble. The windchimes jingled softly, caught in the wind's dance, the suncatchers on the windows casting tiny rainbows on the hardwood floors.
The kettle rattled as you kept an eye on it like Lilia had asked. Beside it, a pot stood full of dinner--contents of it long gone cold.
Through the quaint shop in the front, you heard a jingle. You reached up and switched off the kettle, following Lilia as she took her place through the beaded curtain.
The front room, or, the shop, was lit with candles, Lilia's magic keeping them from overheating the place. The scent of essential oils and incense was strong, but comforting. You took your place beside the nearby shelves, ready to help Lilia.
"Welcome to the curious," she said mystically as two people--a boy and a woman who had a strange energy around her. You didn't like it. Or rather it took you longer than usual to get used to it.
"Good day, madam," said the woman in a thick Southern accent. "Oh, thank you so much for seein' us,"
"You look strange," you admitted, coming up to her and touching her shawl.
"Y/n, sweet little, if you could please step away," Lilia smiled, noting the look of scorn and disgust on Agatha's face as she yanked the shawl out of your grasp. Trying to quell the situation, she added, "Don't mind my apprentice, she is young, a bit too curious sometimes,"
"That'll get her in a few spats," Agatha muttered, hissing at you like a cat, making you frown.
"Y/n, can you go out back, find me my special deck of tarot cards?” Lilia smiled, looking at you pointedly.
You nodded immediately, rushing out back to find the special deck--the one which felt like her, the one which made you feel safe.
"Miss L--huh?" You skipped back to the reading room, to find her nowhere to be seen.
You heard pained yelling from the kitchen and saw her--golden aura around her head like a halo, making you concerned. You hurried over, tugging at her sleeve for her attention.
"Miss Lilia," you whispered, poking her slightly. "It's just your mind, it's making up silly stuff,"
She took a deep breath, smiling down at you. "You're such a darling, sweet little," she chuckled.
"So you’re a bit of a kook. Every witch has their process," Agatha butted in. "You showed some real skill out there,"
"I didn’t read your fortune. I read your reputation," Lilia said, turning to her, placing a hand on your chest to push you behind her protectively. "Witches like you are the reason people think we poison apples, and steal children, and eat babies,"
"You eat babies, Miss Lilia?" You gasped, looking up at her, tiny brows furrowed with worry.
Her nose scrunched a bit as she smiled and shook her head. "No, sweet little, I don't,"
"I do," said Agatha. "Babies are delicious,"
"Ugh," Lilia groaned, going over to the stove to start with dinner.
You went over to Agatha where she sat on the sofa, poking at her inquisitively. "I've never met a baby-eating witch before..."
The chaos witch made a face at you. Despite her ease around children, you made her regret ever having an affinity towards them. "No, shoo, get away," she said, flicking your nose.
"Ow!" You exclaimed, pushing her shoulder.
"Y/n," Lilia warned without turning around. "What did I say about space?"
Agatha made that hissing noise at you again, which you countered with a blown raspberry before you stood next to Lilia again.
"How old are you? 410? 415?" Agatha asked, giving the older witch a once-over.
She turned sharply, offended. "How dare you?"
"Oh, I apologize," she chuckled in return. "You don’t look a day under 450,"
"Years old?" Teen asked, baffled.
"Mhm, Miss Lilia is very old," you nodded at him, which earned you a sharp but gentle smack upside the head.
"You get, what, maybe two suckers a day in here, and 20 bucks later, you’re sitting on a bed that’s also your wall," Agatha pointed out, her hand gesturing at the bed you and LIlia shared. Which, to be honest, was indeed a bed that was also a wall.
Agatha stood up, trying her hardest to convince her. "Don’t you miss the glory days?"
"When I was chased out of every village I passed through for accurately predicting tragedy?" Lilia asked, heading towards the kitchen. "No, I do not. Beat it, Harkness,"
"Yeah, beat it, Harkness," you said, crossing your arms to give Agatha a once-over.
"Tell your familiar to watch it," Agatha snapped.
"Absolutely not, you heard her," Lilia scoffed. "Beat it,"
"I’m gonna walk The Road," she finally admitted.
"The Road is a death wish,"
"I survived,"
"Yeah? Where’s your power now?"
A beat passed. She'd hit a nerve.
"Time to restock," she countered finally. "I need a Divination Witch,"
"Are you honestly asking me to coven up with the single most infamous witch on this continent?" Lilia laughed.
"Oh, please. Name a badder bitch in South America, or Europe," Teen said, crossing his arms.
Lilia gave him a look, scrutinising him. "Who is this child?"
Before he could reply, Agatha butted in. "My pet. This is my pet. Say hi, pet,"
Looking like he'd have rather swallowed nails, he sighed, "Hi,"
"Hi, pet!" You smiled, giving him a high-five.
"Y/n, sweet little, why don't you go play outside?" Lilia asked, patting your head gently, her gaze fixated on Agatha's.
You huffed, but nevertheless obeyed, grabbing a stick to play with as you went outside of the shop to play in the empty street outside.
Eventually, Agatha left with a disgruntled hiss at you, which you again countered with a raspberry, stomping back inside.
The candles were dimmed, and there came the sounds of Lilia singing soft Sicilian love songs in the kitchen. The pot bubbled, the refrigerator hummed, the lights buzzed and flickered.
"Sweet little, would you be a dear and set the table for me, please?" Lilia asked with a soft smile, turning to you, her song ceasing momentarily.
You nodded, grabbing the plate for yourself and placing it on the table. You sensed a variation in her energy, and asked, "Miss Lilia, why was Miss Harkness asking about the Witch's Road?"
Lilia paused, plating up the pasta she'd made. Her expression was thoughtful as she sat, handing you a fork.
"Well...Miss Agatha needs me for a sort of...plan that she has," she explained as you started to eat.
"Why does she need you?" You asked, swinging your legs a little as you ate happily.
Lilia's heart swelled--such an adorable thing you were, and she'd have to leave it behind. She didn't want to, but she had to.
"The process to begin the plan involves me, sweet little," she said, standing up as you did, too, plate in hand.
"You're super important then," you said, yawning a little. Afternoon nap time.
"Mhm," she hummed, scooping you up in her arms, grinning aas you squealed. "Super important,"
"I think that's so cool, Miss Lilia," you giggled softly.
"Problem is, sweet little, I'll be gone for some time," she whispered, laying down with you in bed, you flat on your b ack while she lay on her side, head propped up on her fist.
Your heart stopped. "G-Gone?" You whimpered, hand coming up to grip her shawl. "I don't want you gone,"
Her heart broke. "I know my little dove," she said, stroking your hair soothingly. "But I'll be back before you know it, I promise."
"No, no, no," you shook your head, tears streaming down your soft cheeks. "You're not gonna go!"
Lilia was quick to pull you close, your head on her chest as she soothed you by rubbing your back in gentle circles. "I have to go, sweet little, but don't fret, I'll come back..."
"But--but--" you began to protest, but her voice was firm.
"I will return to you," she said. "Have I ever broken my promise?"
You sniffled and shook your head. "N-No, Miss Lilia,"
"Have I ever lied?" She asked, making you face her, one hand wiping your tears.
You shook your head again. "N-No, Miss Lilia..."
"Precisely," she chuckled, kissing your forehead. "I'll come back to you, I promise,"
You nodded, eyes drooping as she rocked you to sleep, your worries washing away slowly as the tide of drowsiness dragged them away. One thought was what kept you content, one simple thought.
She'll come back to you.
hi my bao buns! jace here! i'm so sorry i've been mia for so long, but i'm back now! i would like to thank my anon bao buns as well as @lilia-caldareyou and @evildin0saur for motivating me to write again <3 thank you all!
hi!! honestly your romantic alice fic was the first one I’ve read of Alice and I still read it from time to time!! It holds a special place in my heart, ALSO your other fics?? literally amazing I LOVE YOUR WORK
Jace!!! Your writing is amazing!! Every time you post whether it’s you talking or a fic it brightens up my day!!! It is always so fun to read what you write! Whether it’s fluff that makes me feel warm and cozy or smut that makes me squirm and blush you ALWAYS knock it our of the park!!! Don’t forget to take care of yourself though alright?
oh my gosh! this is so sweet im crying 😭😭 thank you, bao bun <3 i will definitely take care of myself, it really makes me feel so happy you like my writing so much!
hi hi, my bao buns! i'm lacking motivation to write because oddly enough i've started to feel like my writing sucks 😭😭so if you guys could help me regain my confidence somehow that would be heavenly <3 thank you!
hi bao buns! I’m sorry for being so inactive lately, mental health’s been a bitch :< I’m back now, and I’ll work on all your requests and on my drafts okay? thanks!
