#Agatha doesn't try to reason with her

[critter-of-habit]

alright y'all I've been musing it over with some moots, and by god didn't everything about that episode feel so off compared to the others?? Everyone turned on Agatha so fast, and nothing was solved or resolved - she wasn't tested at all, she performed no magic, demonstrated no skill. Theory: Either the trial isn't over yet, or it was never a real trial to begin with and was the Salem Seven messing with them. Agatha knows it, that's why she reacted strangely to her "own" magic at the end and had such a sudden change in attitude to Teen - she knows something is up.

OR I guess Marvel just tricked us into thinking this show had good writing and booted it all out the window for a dramatic Wiccan reveal which is a very strong possibility ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[marvelousazula]

Agatha in WandaVision: nosy antagonist

Agatha in AAA: PTSD incarnated hehe

[bloggerspam]

Cousins, Clones and Conning the Family

Family Reunion AU, where cousins Maddie and Clark try to smuggle their clone children into the family reunion that happens every 5 years and pretend they've been there the whole time.

Spoiler alert, one of them does significantly better than the other. Mainly Kid POV, and also on AO3! Multichapter. ===

The problem with big family reunions, Danny thinks, is how utterly fucking lost Danny is all the gosh dang time.

"Well now, you're Maddie's son now ain'tcha? How old is you now?" The woman standing before him guffaws, ruffling his hair. He lets it, trying desperately to remember the speadsheet Jazz created for the family and (obviously) failing to recall this woman's name.

Agatha? Selene? Riri? No, Aunt Riri is over there—

"Yes ma'am," Danny smiles up at the unnamed aunt, accent going a little twangy like it always does at these functions, "I'll be hittin' 17 in a coupl'a months or so."

"My, my, you youngin's sure grow like weeds!" The aunt coos, gesturing to a height by her hip, "You used to be this tall last time I saw ya, betcha don't r'member me now do ya?"

It's a trap. If he says he doesn't remember, which is expected at reunions such as these that happen every 5 years or longer, she'll start going on and on about the stories she has of the family. Danny would have to stand here and demure and laugh at these cousins he doesn't really remember too well, but know enough to know that she's gotten them all mixed up.

"Pshaw," Danny doesn't react when a whisper breathes the answer into his ear, "I'd never forget a pretty lady like you, Aunt Helena!"

It works like a charm.

The second he's out of her clutches, he feels around for a cold spot. There, trailing just behind him, is Ellie. She's not invisible anymore, so he tucks her under his arm and bee-lines it towards the metaphorical kid's table.

"Thanks, Ellie. Weren't you supposed to stay with Dad?" Danny leads them around, trying to avoid any other mishaps. "Did Jazz send you?"

"She made me flashcards!" Ellie smirks up at him, ignoring his other question and pulling a corner of an index card out from the palm of her hand. She's always been better than him at manipulating the ecto in her body, for obvious reasons. Danny's not bitter about it at all.

"Damn, all I got was a presentation." Danny grumbles. Jazz and Dad somehow know every single one of their family members, which is ludicrous when even Mom doesn't know despite it being her side of the family.

He still can't really believe how big his family actually is, but he supposes that's natural. He only sees them once every couple of years, the only relative they see even on a remotely regular basis is Aunt Alicia, who has no kids and refuses (rightfully so) to remarry.

Danny's fine with that, he gets the best of both worlds after all. Cozy holiday stays with Aunt Alicia and he has places to stay all over the country if he really needs it, no questions asked.

Plus, crazy as they can be, these reunions have always felt like a big country festival for Danny.

"She likes me better." Ellie snickers, tugging him back to avoid Uncle Charlie's drunken stumbling.

"Everyone likes you better," Danny rolls his eyes, pushing Ellie's head down and ducking to avoid a stray kid's toy flying overhead, "I like you better."

As if somehow knowing Danny's being self deprecating again, Jazz shows up to smack him on the head. "I like both of you equally in special ways."

Danny makes a disgruntled noise, grumbling as he rubs his head, "Mooooom, Jazz is therapizing me again!"

Even though he was only half joking, Mom does show up specifically to laugh at him. "Honey, your father and I love all our children equally!"

"It's a secret," Dad says from behind Jazz, kids climbing all over him, "But Ellie's the favorite!"

"Jack!" Mom yells at the same time Jazz screams, "Dad!"

Ellie dissolves into giggles, making everyone but Dad helplessly laugh. It's good to see Ellie laugh, she does it a lot but it still doesn't feel like it's enough. Danny picks her up, giggling mess and all, and tosses her at Dad.

She lands, as expected, straight into the pile of children who scream and accept her easily.

"Nice." Jazz chuckles, this time patting him gently on his head in approval. Danny shrugs, dusting his hands off and heading back towards salvation: the food.

He and Jazz mingle a bit, exchanging greetings and school updates with the Aunts and Uncles they occasionally bump into, making their way slowly through and keeping an eye out for the other cousins.

Eventually, Jazz gets nabbed by Cousin Dermot just as Danny reaches the table, tossing a pig-in-a-blanket into his mouth and chewing with glee. The locals of the family usually something potluck style—and though Dad's genes are strong and the Fentons can't cook, the bulk of the Walker family definitely can.

In fact—Great Aunt Martha said she was going to bring some mini pies right?

Danny spies a pile of them in the middle of the large table and reaches for one, only to bump into the spikes of black fingerless gloves.

The gloves are, of course, attached to someone else.

It's a boy, around Danny's age, in a spiked leather jacket (matching the gloves) and white tee shirt with ripped jeans. He's got the tiniest John Lennon sunglasses and piercings everywhere—it makes Danny squint at him, with how much the sun keeps catching on everything—the spikes, the piercings, the metal arms of the sunglasses, is this dude also wearing lipgloss?

Danny's not judging, a guy can appreciate proper hydration to avoid chapped lips or even just for the aesthetic, but it doesn't help with the glare.

"Sorry, my bad." Right, okay, city slicker then. Not that Danny's much of a country boy or anything. "Did my spikes get you?"

Maybe Cousin Jenny brought a plus one? Danny eyes the guys jeans—they look tight. Was Cousin Mark into guys? Is this dude a guy or possibly a masculine girl? Ack. Stupid sun frying his brain.

"It's okay," Danny says, blinking away and tossing mini pie to the other person. "Aunt Martha's pies are worth the minor injury. You comin' in with one of the cousins?"

"Uh, yeah." Citypunk looks at Danny nervously, "I mean, I am one of the cousins." The guy bites his lips, shrugging, "Uh, one of the Kents, actually. Ma's real proud of the pies."

Danny blinks.

"…You're not Jon." Danny says, very carefully and slowly.

"…No…" Stranger Danger draws his vowels out, "I'm Conner. His, uh, older brother? Can't blame ya for being confused though!"

"…You can't." Danny agrees, because out of the two them, Danny definitely isn't to blame for the confusion.

"Yeah, lots of cousins, and all," Curiouser and Curiouser beams at Danny, shrugging and rubbing the back of his neck, "Plus, I know Jon's more sociable at these things."

"Right, he really is rambunctious, that guy." Danny nods, as if that's the problem, and not the fact that Danny knows every single cousin his age. Big as his family might be, Danny's generation came out the smallest. Cousin Jenny and Cousin Mark are the only two his age.

With Ellie and Jazz each being four years younger and older than Danny, and the other cousins being well beyond those ages in gaps, there is no way this guy is a cousin.

"Don't worry," Punk'd laughs self deprecatingly, "I know he's the favorite. even if Mom won't admit it."

Danny feels a vein throb in his right temple.

He's unsure if he should slowly back away or get up in the guy's face. It's just—now that Danny thinks about it, if wedding crashing is a thing, does that mean family reunion crashing is a thing too?

What's the protocol here? Should he fight this guy for having the audacity to use Great Aunt Martha's name in vein?

Wait, no, that's Jesus.

Is Great Aunt Martha Catholic? ...Is that the one with Jesus, or was that Christianity?

Wait, Danny, you knuckle head, Uncle Clark was adopted. Conner could be adopted too! Even though he looks exactly like that Uncle Clark when he was younger…

"Is this your first time at a reunion?" Danny ventures, "We only have 'em—"

"Every 5 years, yeah." Conner huffs, "Nah, I just used to hide with Ma in the kitchens."

Okay, clearly Great Aunt Martha isn't in on this, because Danny used to hide with Great Aunt Martha in the kitchens. Danny's about to lose his shit on this guy—or maybe sic Ellie on him. Whichever is worse.

"Oh yeah? That's must have been cozy." Danny grits out, taking a deep breath so his eyes don't flash.

"Yeah, it was!" Conner beams shyly. though all Danny sees is a smug smirk. "She's real nice-like, I'm sure you know. Real lucky to have her for a Grandma."

"Real lucky." Danny agrees, because Great Aunt Martha really was one of the better Great Aunts. Though most of the Walker Kin were hardy and tough, in that badass kind of way. Mom really liked Great Aunt Martha's lessons on bull wranglin' back when they were younger. "Speakin' of, she ain't here?"

"Nah," Conner makes a sad little pout. "She hadta stop by Auntie Agatha's for an emergency. She left two days ago, so she's runnin' a little behind. Cl—Dad went to go pick her up."

Danny squints at the possible imposter. That sounded like he was going to call Uncle Clark by his name, which makes things confusing for Danny. Guy will call Aunt Lois Mom but he won't call Uncle Clark Dad easily?  Maybe he's a kid Aunt Lois had before marrying Uncle Clark? But Aunt Lois would never hide a kid, and Great Aunt Martha would never let her treat a kid like that. That's not even taking into account that this kid looks way too much like Uncle Clark for it to be a fucking coincidence. Plus, Danny knew about Aunt Aggie's emergency and how she might not be making it to this year's reunion—this gives Conner's story credibility.

But Danny knows that the best way to lie is with truths, even if the truths are confusing.

So what the hell is going on? Is Clockwork fucking with him? Did an alternate timeline get switched with his?

It wouldn't be the first time, but Clockwork at least had the decency to let him know at least.

"What the—" Danny blinks, as Conner picks up a very familiar, eye-searingly green colored post it note that was stuck to the plate under a mini pie. "Is this yours?"

"Yeah," Danny huffs. taking the note and rolling his eyes as lies roll off his tongue, "Sorry, y'know how it goes with Jazz."

"Oh, yeah." And Danny has to give it Conner, he at least rolls with the punches real quick, "I heard about it but didn't ever uh, see it in action."

"Really?" Danny feigns surprise, head pulsing in irritation at the words all is as it should be written in purple pen. There's no mocking smiley face, but Danny feels it in the ink anyway. "Thought she got all the cousins at the last reunion."

Conner chuckles nervously, "Oh, yeah—Guess I'm just, easy to miss you know?"

"Uh huh…" Danny eyes the guy and his piercings and very distinct style, from the tip of his clearly styled hair and needlessly ostentatious big black studded boots. "…Right."

Conner laughs, wincing. "These're new. High school debut."

"…You're a freshman?" Danny tilts his head, squinting.

"Junior." Conner automatically corrects, before stiffening. "…I just wanted to reinvent myself for Junior Prom."

"Right." Danny repeats, drawing out the vowels and finally giving up. He can tell Conner already knows what Danny is going to ask, and is trying to exit this conversation post-haste.

Fortunately for Conner and unfortunately for Danny, Jazz comes barreling in, almost knocking the former out in the process as she grips the latter's biceps tightly with her eyes wide and nervous.

Unfortunately for Conner and fortunately for Danny, though the look in Jazz's eyes thoroughly distracts the latter and gives the former a window to escape, Jazz's hissed out words end up keeping Conner rooted to the floor.

"Baby Jon has powers!" Jazz hisses as she moves Danny away from the possible imposter a couple feet. Even though she says it low enough for only Danny to hear, Conner's wide eyes as he whips his gaze towards them suggests that Jon's not the only one with powers.

And then words actually register along with that thought.

Danny hisses out the first thing he thinks of. "Since when?? I thought he took after Aunt Lois!"

"Since now," Jazz gruffs, switching her grip to drag Danny away, "and I need you to do something about it!"

"What?" Danny doesn't struggle, going along even as he eyes Conner who seems to be following them at a distance. "Why?"

Jazz pushes him towards the kid's area, rushing out a frantic "He's in the bounce house with Ellie!"

Danny freezes, or tries to even as Jazz keeps tugging him along, before shaking off her hand and booking it towards the bounce house.

Once the bounce house (a castle) comes into view, Danny clocks several things in succession:

One: Ellie and Jon are thankfully the only ones in the bounce house right now.

Two: Ellie and Jon are laughing, and through the mesh Danny can see Ellie watching Jon jump way too high to be considered normal.

And three: The bounce house is about to fucking tip over.

There's a gaggle of Aunts herding the younger cousins towards the food that's dense enough for cover, but sparse enough for Danny to dash through.

Between one blink and the next, he disappears.

[haenels]

daddy rio headcanons:

rio obviously had a little crown matching her own made for nicky

rio calls nicky "mijo", nicky calls rio "mami"

when rio is home, she and nicky spend all their time outside where rio teaches nicky all she knows about nature

when rio brings people to the afterlife, nicky will often excitedly meet her at the end of the bridge, telling her about his day

he's especially good at welcoming other children who are scared—he will take them by their hand and echo all the things rio has told him about life and death being a circle as he brings them to their destination with rio walking two steps behind them, beaming with pride but also ridden with unwarranted guilt that she gets to experience their son's beautiful personality every day and agatha doesn't

as rio brought alice to the afterlife, nicky jumped out at them, wearing a plague doctor mask, trying to scare them and rio said "excuse my son, as you can tell, he got all of my looks but all of agatha's personality"

actually scratch that, rio refuses to acknowledge that nicky is a carbon copy of her, completely blinded by all the parts of agatha she sees in him

rio has never badmouthed agatha to nicky—on the contrary, every time she comes home to nicky without agatha and sees the disappointment in his eyes, she makes sure to tell him that the only reason a witch as magnificent as agatha would even consider death an option is to be reunited with him and that she will try to do a better job bringing her back with her next time

but rios anger with agatha is also directly proportional to the amount of excuses she has made to nicky as to why agatha keeps avoiding death—and with that, nicky—so vehemently

rio sees nicky as the only good thing that has ever come of her. she's so used to people lamenting her existence—even agatha ended up getting hurt by the nature of her existence—so in rio's mind, nicky is the only thing of her making, her being, that has caused unbridled joy and love and happiness and she would put him before anyone else—EVEN agatha

which is why agatha "choosing" billy over nicky at the end of aaa has really good story arc potential for s2 because while rio will absolutely sit back and take everything agatha hurls at her, she would never forgive her son being betrayed (watch your back billy maximoff 🙃)

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Something of note about Lilia's tarot spread is that—it's hers. The cards she pulls aren't precisely who the characters are to themselves, but who they are and what they represent to Lilia. As her coven, in her life.

Like, I don't really know my tarot that well—I'm just pulling themes from within the episode and my general understanding.

But when she was reading for Billy, he was fittingly represented by the Magician. But for Lilia, he was the “windfall.” He was the tower, reversed. Miraculous transformation. Because she, having put the sigil on him, saved him from the destruction and lead to his miraculous transformation. And to her, he was the windfall, because without him, she wouldn't be here, with her coven. She wouldn't have found herself.

Alice's is very straight forward—“full of fire, fights bravely.” It's how Lilia saw her, what Lilia had once again predicted for her. 'Wound suffered, lessons learned.' Specifically, Lilia wasn't able to warn Alice, but she learned her lesson. So, this time, she makes sure to warn Agatha. “When she calls you a coward, hit the deck.”

And why does she warn Agatha? Agatha represents her 'obstacles,' after all. Maybe so—Lilia's literal obstacle at this stage ends up being the Salem Seven, who merely want Agatha. Yet she chooses to stay behind to save a woman who probably wouldn't do the same for her. And the reason is—for her, Agatha is the Three of Swords. She looks at her and sees Heartbreak, (Rio) Sorrow, (Evanora) Grief (Nicholas). And Lilia is willing to forgive her—to sacrifice herself for her—even if the universe itself doesn't think she deserves it. This is different from how Agatha views herself, or even how Billy views her, since he initially pulls out the Chariot. One might say it's a random choice, but the Chariot is described as representing “determination, success, and control.” It's about overcoming challenges and gaining victory through maintaining control of your surroundings—which, I argue, embodies Agatha pretty well. So The Three of Swords is who Agatha is to Lilia. She doesn't hate her, or see her as a force to be reckoned with. She pities her. After all, the Queen of Cups is defined by her empathy.

Then, of course, Jen. Jen is Lilia's path ahead. Not only because she has a brilliant future of her own ahead of her in the mcu, now with her powers unbound. Because Lilia senses all the trapped light and bound power that Jen carries—“The High Priestess: Immense spiritual power, unable or unwilling to use it--” but also because Jen, the survivor, is the one who will carry on Lilia's memory. All those centuries, Lilia had been alone—there was no 'path ahead.' Everything was a jumbled mess, her “path” was non-linear and twisty. And Jen, after centuries of solitude, was her light in the dark, guiding her through the dark tunnels, as her mind wandered through her timeline searching for answers. Jen was the only person in centuries who bothered to see her as something more, to acknowledge her strength, and to help her fill in the gaps as best as she could. And so Lilia sees so much hope in Jennifer—who won't stop becoming better and better. Because for Jen, the Queen of Cups is her path behind. Wound suffered, lessons learned. “I couldn't save Lilia, I didn't even try to save Alice, I'll be damned if I let you two idiots die.”

Finally, Death, Rio. Well—it's obvious. In tarot, death isn't literal. It's mist often symbolic. Transformation, end of a cycle, new beginnings. Which is why we never see Lilia's corpse, and we never see Rio collect her. Because unlike Alice, Lilia went into the afterlife willingly. And for her, it was a beautiful release. After years of running out of time—she got to start anew—knowing that this time, she managed to save her coven. (I'd also like to think that the reason we don't see Rio collect Sharon is because it was a peaceful death—joining Mr. Davis instead of suffering further. Whereas Alice finally had something to live for, but I digress. I've already made my posts about Alice.)

I think that this is all relatively obvious—but I genuinely can't stop thinking about Lilia and her dynamics with the rest of the coven.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Walking the Road for Her

Wanda Maximoff x Gray Witch!Reader

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: You can't live without Wanda and you've tried everything else so when Agatha comes knocking on your door you accept immediately, but the teen that's with her...he seems so familiar

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 3 OF AGATHA ALL ALONG! Grief/Loss, hallucinations, death/mortality, emotional distress, supernatural elements, implied self-sacrifice, character death, reunion with a deceased loved one

Authors notes: Thank you @scarlethexelove for indulging in my random Wanda thoughts.

When Agatha asked for you to walk the witches road, you didn't hesitate. She was put off by your eagerness, but never told her why you were walking. You kept that part to yourself she didn't seem to mind. Everyone had a reason, and everyone had their secrets, so no one asked, and you weren't about to tell them you wanted, no needed Wanda back.

You would give up anything and everything to have Wanda back. If it meant to team up with Agatha, you would do it.

So you did. You met up with her and put on the cheery smile she hated. You always assumed she hated you for being a younger witch still full of life, but since Wanda died, you felt like you died too. You got along well enough with the others. You knew Jen the best being closer in age, though you didn't care for her products.

The teen seemed eerily familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. Why does he remind you of Wanda of a life you can't seem to remember.

You're overly protective of him. You don't let him have the wine, and when you hallucinate from said wine, you blink, and suddenly, you're looking at Wanda. Back in her early twenties with the eyeliner, ripped stockings, painted nails, and rings on every finger. You cry over it, cupping her face until it turns back to his.

“Are you okay.” He looks at you with concern. You pull away quickly and wipe your eyes.

“S-Sorry.” You quickly run the ingredients back, trying to escape the feelings. You need to stay strong. You need to get Wanda back.

You end up getting through the trail. Not without its costs. Losing Sharon wasn't something you had in mind, but the witches road is treacherous and has no place for mortals. You never should have let Agatha do that, but hindsight and all that. You knew you had to press on and on the road Teen asks,

“Are you sure you're okay? You and Sharon called out for the same person.” You swallow hard.

“Yeah I'm fine. We all had hallucinations about things. I'll be okay.” You tell him and then mumble under your breath, “Not like I don't deal with it every morning...” his head swivels.

“What was that?” He asks.

“Nothing, just mumbling to myself.”

The further you journey, the harder it gets. Sometimes, you want to give up, to give in, and join Wanda another way. But something stops you every time. You almost think you can feel her, feel her all around you. In the trees, the air, the leaves beneath your feet. With a quick turn of your head, you think you so the soft auburn color you miss so much. The road is playing tricks yet keeping you grounded to your goals.

You make it to the end. Finally passed the last trial everyone who had made it. Their prize awaited them. You waited, didn't see her, and then you heard a whisper in Sokovian.

Your name.

You looked around everywhere. “Over here milaya.” You hear her call. You whip around and see her. She doesn't look like the Scarlet Witch anymore. Back before that. Like when you were on the run. You run into her arms without a second thought.

You can't help as you cry. Burying your face in her neck as your body shakes with sobs. Her vanilla scent invades your senses. “Shhhh sweet girl, I've got you.” Wanda holds you close. Your heart feels whole again now that you're back in her arms.

Your sobs turn into sniffles. “I've missed you so much.” You mumble against her. Her nails lightly scratching at your back. Something she's always done to sooth you. Kissing the side of your head and letting her lips linger.

“I know Detka. I'm so sorry. I'm here now. I'll never leave you again.”

You held onto Wanda tight, afraid to let go as if she'd disappear again if you stopped.

Wanda opened her eyes, looking past your shoulder her eyes widened in surprise and then softened as she saw him.

“Bi-Billy?” Wanda's voice shakes slightly. You pull back but not fully letting her go. You follow her gaze that lands on the teen. Your brows furrow before you look back to Wanda.

“Wanda?” You question her.

She lets go of you when Teen responds to the name. He tries to say something, but the sigil protects him. A wave of Wanda's hand changes that. “Billy?” She asks again.

“Yes, that's me.” You're really confused as you see Wanda's red tendrils come out sending red waves through his eyes before disappearing. “M-mom? H-how did you...?”

Billy runs towards Wanda, slamming into her, but she doesn't budge. She holds him tightly in her arms. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn't know my own son?” Wanda whispers. It's just loud enough for you to hear. Confusion morphs into realization as you look on.

The reason he looked so familiar, the reason he reminded you of her. Of course, it was one of the twins. Sure you hadn't been a part of the hex, but you had seen the recordings of it. Last you had seen the twins, they were 10 inside the hex.

Your heartbeat quickens when you remember what you had seen next as the hex fell the you Wanda had created was destroyed along with the twins. She had held you tightly until you were no more.

It's a shock to see him in the flesh. To understand who he really is. He pulls away from Wanda and turns to you. “Mama?” He's cautious having been giving the memory from Wanda and realizing that you had never got to meet him. Do you even know who he is? Will you accept him as your own?

Your breath catches. It's like waves of memories flood through you as if they had always been there. Everything from the hex coming to life as tears fill your vision and spill over. “Oh my sweet little boy...look at you!” Your arms wrap around him tightly. It had been there, blurry when you thought about it. Of this being your son. “Mama is sorry you had to go through all of this.”

“Mama don't apologize. I'm happy to have you back.” He pulls away slightly keeping an arm around you and opening his other for Wanda. She joins into the hug.

“I'm happy to have both of you back.” You can feel the tears pricking your eyes.

You hug them both tightly. This still left you without one son, but you knew you'd find him. If Billy made it out somehow, then Tommy must be out there, too.

Wanda cups both of your cheeks and looks between you. “Moya lyubov i moy syn (my love and my son).” Tears in her eyes she can't believe she is back and that she had both of you. Her heart is almost complete, but there is still a missing piece to the puzzle.

You didn't need her powers to know what she was thinking, “We'll find him, milaya.” She smiles at you, giving a soft peck on your lips.

“We will. Now that I have you two I know we will.”

This was more than you could have asked for at the end of the road.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 | e.m

ᡣ𐭩 pairings : Eddie Munson x Popular!FEM!reader

ᡣ𐭩 wc : Eddie being a dork and a gentleman, I must warn you that this is going to be so fluffy, no use of y/n, establishing a relationship, sprinkle of angst, Robin is besties with reader, Eddie is pretty much unfazed and oblivious about readers hints to him

ᡣ𐭩 navigation : EDDIE MUNSON | AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE

"So, how do I look?" You twirl around to give a full 360 of your entire ensemble

"Girl, come on, you always looked good" Robin huffs as she stood up at the edge of your bed, muttering words under her breath

"I just needed to make sure" you fixed your blouse once more and pull down your denim skirt

You tweak your makeup and hair one last time until Robin had you scraping off your feet at the mirror by the door of your house as you rolled your eyes as she hands your keys to your house as she goes over to your car

You scoff, "Robs, in a few weeks, it will be the happy heart's day week"

"And so?" she says as she opens the passenger seat

You gasp as you clutch dramatically on your chest, "I needed to get ready as much as possible before the biggest event begins"

Robin chuckled as she shakes her head, "Babe, you always looked perfect even when there's no occasion!"

"Thank you!"

"What?"

"That's what I needed to hear because getting ready is not made for the weak"

You sit with your friends at lunch, Robin is over there with Nancy where you should've been sitting but you got a duty to fill in

Outside of school, that's where who you wanted to be and on the inside you're just pretending and it feels absolutely exhausting and you don't feel like yourself anymore

You do not enjoy it

Sooner or later, you're gonna cut off silently of the "group" that you're hanging out with

You feel how plastic and fake everyone are, the fact that you always have to look good all the time to maintain your fucking what.....social status? your reputation at school? I mean, ever since they made you "popular" (even it's against your will they just pulled you into their world) completely changed everything for you

You gonna have to stay consistent and you have to follow what are the trends are, of course, the popular ones should always be on the track

You even became conscious on the things that you aren't even paying attention that includes your body and face

While you're on the thought of dissecting at how bullshit social class at school, Unbeknownst to you, there's one person in the cafeteria who is clearly admires you

It's expensive and the fact that you always have to invest on every little thing that you and Robin know that you don't even needed it

What's the point of anything?

You don't even like what they're talking about always gossiping about every student in Hawkins, the varsity boys are always been so fucking disgusting at how they kiss and tell, you try to put a facade that you're interested

The only real ones there is Chrissy

Robin keeps an eye out for you, "I just know she's on the edge"

"Who?" Nancy asks as she follows Robin's line of sight as she hums

"Yeah, probably, she has to leave them for own good"

"Wait, nance, look" She points out

Robin and Nancy watches the infamous long haired rockstar passing through slowly at the table that you are sitting

"You should try the facial cream that I am using" Rebecca suggest as she inspects your outfit

He can sense your uncomfort as he continues listening

God, you feel like a fucking animal at a zoo

"S-Sure" you stutter as you forced a small smile

"Rebecca, stop, she looks fine!" Chrissy defends you as she rolls her eyes as she puts on a lipgloss

"Well, she's gonna have to keep up with us if she still wants to be included" she shrugs as if her words don't sting you

"What the hell? Rebecca? she can't even can catch a break-" Chrissy reasons with her but someone else interrupted

He doesn't even mean to pry but can't help but eavesdrop on your ridiculous conversation

"I think you look fantastic"

You, Chrissy, and Rebecca and the rest of the group looked turn their heads as their faces grimaced when their eyes fall into the opponent except you and Chrissy but he didn't care about them

He only looks at you, he didn't even falter, he didn't broke the eye contact when you finally do look at him

The way he saids it, it just felt so genuine, you know deep within your heart, it's bad to have someone such as a man to validate your feelings, no, that's not what you're looking for

What you're looking for is someone who is authentic enough not to see you as a girl who always trying to impress others (you don't even have to if we're being honest) but you want someone to view you as a human being

"Thank you" you say shyly as you flash him a smile

"Anytime" he says with a wink that made your cheeks flushed before he walks away getting back to his table

Chrissy grins beside you as she nudges your shoulder, she giggles as you bite your bottom lip to hide your smile

Rebecca watches the whole exchange as she overheard the boys "as if he could pull her" they snicker, she slowly turns around her head at the metalhead with a stern look on her face as she snaps you out of it

"Hey! don't even think about it"

"Boys like him are dangerous"

Granted, that you don't know him well enough, but he has always been so kind even for just small gestures like that, it is just insane that everybody else assumes that he is unpleasant person, you couldn't even stand it, let alone letting this disrespectful comment slide

Before you could even stop yourself, "Oh really? I am much more scared of the boys that we had in our clique"

The boys are scoffing as you flip them off, you know they can't say anything because they're fucking cowards that's what, they're just beefy with you because hell, you can't let them boys have you, they're so untrustworthy, only wanting you to be bedded and headed out to next victim, it's sickening

you're the only one who can talk to Rebecca like that, the one with the sharp tongue not afraid to fight back

Chrissy almost spat her drink as she puts her cup on the table to compose herself

A couple of collective "oohs" threw in your way making Rebecca abruptly stop retouching her makeup as she puts down her compact mirror to squint her eyes at you

She incredulously laughs as she leans forward closer to you, "Don't come running at me crying getting your heartbroken to some guy with no future"

You glare at her, "No, I won't, you'll see"

Robin is right

You're fucking close to ditch them

Rebecca's words echoed into your brain "It's the policy, wanna stick with us? you're gonna fake it till you make it"

You're so uncomfortable and it's so itchy that it actually makes you wanna scream and tear the clothes to shreds

Who the fuck that you let them rule you?

Being a people pleaser is such a draining and makes your sanity crumble

"Lose the jacket"

Out of your ear ringing rage someone in the back spoke up as you close the door on your locker

As you live and breathe

It's him

You look at him bewildered as he opens his mouth again but closes it as he motions for you to take off your tacky jacket that Rebecca advices you to wear every goddamn Thursday because of the outfit policy for the campus, it's so bullshit

You finally registered what he's trying to tell you as you take it off in a swift move

You decided to wrap it in your waist as you can breath easily and your skin isn't irritated anymore

"What do you think?" You look at your outfit but in his eyes, even though it isn't your style and it's also not exactly your style as well but to him?

It fits you and only you can wear something like that

"Better"

You smile at him as he gives you a tight nod, you taken a notice of his attire, he always dresses up real nice (it's actually what you wanted, the freedom to do what you want)

"Oh, are you auditioning for the talent show?"

His brows shoots up in your imply, "Y-Yeah, I am with the-"

"Corroded Coffin, yeah"

You caught his eyes light up, "Y-You know m-my band?!?"

"Hell, yeah, I do! I like your stuff, it's cool"

He can't believe himself right now, "So, you know my name?"

You laugh at his adorable looking face as he watches you with a dumbfounded expression

You cupped your mouth, "Yes, I do know you, Eddie"

"As the weirdest and the freak, huh?" You noticed his cheeks grew pink, it's so cute that you want pinch it

You click your tongue as you aggressively dismissive your hand at him making him chuckle, "I absolutely do not approve of such statement in my department"

You giggle, "I admire you though for being so selfless, I wish I had that"

Eddie never thought you'd care for a nobody like him, but now, after this interaction he felt like a somebody because someone really sees him

You overheard one of your teachers telling all of the participants to get ready, you looked over his shoulder and saw his bandana hanging from his pants

You had an idea

"Do you mind?" You point at the bandana, Eddie furrows his brows at you as he nods and he removes his bandana from his pants

He gave it to you, Eddie watches you intently as you fold his bandana, he doesn't know what you're doing but he has never been so focused on your looks and he has never seen you this close but damn

He is so entranced by you

The moment you're done with the bandana, you quirk your brow at him for a permission as you raise it aiming at his head and he just shrugs making you chuckle slightly

He feels so hot as he felt your fingertips grazing his scalp and it tingles his heart wickedly

You adjust and secure the knot at the back for good measure and you take a step back to look at your final makeover to him making him so nervous yet again and so bashful under your gaze

You nod in satisfactory for yourself, "So metal"

He beams at you and your compliment as you reached for his hand and you pull him startling for a sec as he immediately intertwined his fingers with you and your heart expands at the touch,

Both of you stopped at the nearest corner of the room that has a mirror on it

"Woah" he moves his head sideways and your grin stays intact as you watch him in the reflection

"See, I told you it will be a nice touch"

"You're far more greater stylist than any of your blood sucking friends"

You stare at him with big wide eyes and he thought he offended you until you bursted out loud cackling as he laughs with you

"Never would've thought that I will be saying this but I fucking agree with you"

He felt how frustrated you are with them, he can tell it by the way you cussed out

"Then why stay?"

Your laughter died down as you smile at him sadly, you sigh, "Well, I'm just like anyone who is new at school trying to be accepted from anyone who has opinions of me and yeah, just your typical social climber, I guess"

He takes your words carefully as he begins to smile, "You don't have to be"

"What?"

"You don't have to do this or that just to fit in, I'd say, let it go and let yourself flow and I think you are already amazing and you don't have to prove anybody else and you let yourself shut off just for other person's sake"

Your mouth open up slightly at his words, you know he is wise but you never thought he had words that are so profoundly true, now, you understand why those kids at school love him

He turns his body to you as he face you completely with a serious look, "Are you happy?"

You frown as you took a deep breath, "N-No, I am not"

"That's your answer"

Your lips curled into a grateful smile, "Thanks, Eddie, you don't know how much your words mean to me, I needed that"

"Don't need to thank me, sweetheart"

Oh, okay, the sweetheart rolls so nicely on his tongue

"I'll get going, see you around, Eddie"

"Sure thing"

Before you leave out at the door, you hurried back as you shout out loud, "And best of luck to your performance! I'm gonna cheer for you or else, I'll wring their necks!"

He snorts at that as he shakes his head and smiles as he exits the room

So, you came up at the event and wore the puffy red satin strap dress that has petticoat underneath with a sling bag on your shoulder as you carry the heart balloons on the other hand

You did your makeup and hair like you always wanted to do, you smile to yourself as you look down at your creation

You feel good

It's so liberating

You finally felt contented and most importantly

You feel like yourself

Chrissy's mouth hanging agape as she smiles brightly as she looks at you

"She is such a little bitch" Rebecca slams her party cup on the table as she stomps her way to you

The whole class is there, they all given you compliments here and there and you've never been more so happier

You didn't saw her coming as you felt a harsh push on your shoulder almost stumbled you over

"What the fuck are you wearing?!?"

"Have you never seen a dress, Rebecca?"

"Are you jealous? because she can wear it better than you?"

You bite your bottom lip as you stop the laugh erupting from your mouth as you heard Robin's voice out of nowhere, causing the whole crowd to react

Nancy elbows Robin as she also laughs at her as well

Eddie is headed at the kitchen to pour himself a drink but abruptly stops at the commotion in the living room when he saw you there, wow is all he can think of right now

The cherry lips looks so enticing and inviting on you, he nod to himself, you've listened to his words and you took his advice that he never thought you would do but you just did

Yeah, he's mind is going blank the longer he stares at you

"Who the fuck said that?!?" Rebecca exclaims

"Here's the balloons that you're asking for me to bring" you hand it out to Chrissy as she gingerly took it

You turn your back around her but before she could lay a hand at you

You dodge it as you step aside making her lose her balance as she fall face flat in the floor making everyone in the room, boomed with laughter

"Ouch, that's gotta hurt" you tease with a smirk on your face

She grunts and grumbles, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Hey, I'm not done talking to you!"

"I think we are done-"

"You are not welcome-"

"Guess what, Rebecca, I don't give a shit about your self-proclaimed righteousness clique bullshit"

You lean down as she moved backward as you caught her faltered at her bratty attitude hinting that you are dead serious to your point, you got her right under your claws

You grinned, "You might be not so feisty anymore, huh"

"It's official, y'all, I'm balling out-"

"But I made you!" She tantrums like a toddler

You laugh in disbelief at her behavior

How fucking pathetic this is

"Well, it turns out highschool isn't about based on whether you are popular or not, it's about being a state of mind, I am choosing for myself now"

"Me too!" Chrissy snakes her arm onto yours as you beam at her

"No- you-" she grab a hold to her calf but she yanks it freely

"I am fed up, Rebecca! Don't make me tell everyone how you're so abusive to us, making us what to drink and what to eat, I am sick of it!"

A loud audible gasp fell at everyone's mouths

That's where it fell apart for Rebecca, the shell has been broken and it's clear, the real her squeaked as she ran towards the door out of embarrassment and ashamed

You and Chrissy chuckled at each other as you got a glimpse of Robin and Nancy raising their cups to you as you nod at them

"We're having a party, don't we?!?" You announced

After a beat of silence, everyone cheered and the music started playing

You said to Chrissy you will be out for a minute as she lets you to it

The moment you closed the door behind you at the backyard, the heavy feeling is now gone out of you

You can breathe easily now unlike before

You sat down at one of the pavements at the small stairs towards the pool

The sounds of chains jingling as you turn your head around who is approaching to your silent peace celebration of victory

He appears in his usual style, but except for he's wearing a maroon polo, (you don't see him wearing any like that before) a few buttons open at his chest revealing his silver of skin, ripped black jeans and belt chains

As always his favorite black boots, you felt thrilled to see him again

"Oh hi, Eddie"

"Hey"

He's holding a heart balloon which he offers to tie it around your wrist as you let him

You both hold eye contact at each other as he moves your bangs that it's poking your eye as you blush at his gesture

Does he have any idea of what he's doing to you?!?

You scoot as you offer him a seat next to you as he gladly accepts it with a smile

"I saw what you did back there"

You chuckle, "I'm sorry for stealing your moves"

"My moves?"

"I only did what you always do at the cafeteria"

"Oh that" he laughs "Y-Yeah, I always just speak up and standing for what it's right-"

"Exactly, I've always loved at how you preach"

He sheepishly smiles as you can see how deep his dimples are, you're fighting every bone in your body not to squeeze his cheeks right there and then

"Say, um- c-can you join me?"

You act dumbly, "On what?" but you know damn well what he's implying

Fuck, focus, Eddie

"Me, just me"

"You?"

"Y-Yeah, the two of us"

"Together?"

"A-a date" he blurt out and gauging himself at your processing expression

Your eyes sparkled and Eddie's chest is about to blast off at the proximity that you moved even closer to him

He can breathe the living days out of you and he can't stop smiling at your reaction

"I thought you'd never ask"

"Wait, what-"

You quickly peck at his lips as he swallowed hard and his cheeks turns bright red as you giggle at the transfer of your lipstick to his

He is frozen as a rock but his brain electrocuted to wake him up

He cups your cheeks as he leaps and gives you the most leg wobbling kiss that you ever gotten in your life

You dive deeper as his hands flies to hold your waist tightly as your freehand goes to his neck as you place your hand on his chest

You both breath heavily as you both cackled of your lipstick being smeared at your faces

You take a wet wipe to clean his face as he did yours gently, avoiding not to remove your makeup

"What would Rebecca thought about you and me together?"

"Why should I care? When I already love him the way he truly is"

He looks at you as he reads you carefully, no trace of uncertainty just pure genuine care and love for him

He slowly smiles as kisses your cheek as you sigh in content

You heard "Hey Lover by The Daughters of Eve" started playing at the party

"Eddie, that's our theme song!"

He follows your line of sight as he listens, you begin to sing a long to it, he finally got the meaning of it

"Hey, hey, lover, you don't have to be a star, hey, hey lover, I love you just the way you are"

He chuckles as he watches you, "I love you too, sweetheart"

a/n : let's pretend this is a very late valentine's gift to all of you but nonetheless, I made it! I had this idea for so long but I found the right song to relate the story that I had in mind! :))

please don't forget to like, comment and share! I will be so appreciative if you did all three and thank you so much of your support and take care! 🥺🫶🏻✨

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 2

(Wandavision entries: [1][2][3])

(AAA entries: ep1 [1][2][3][4] ep2 [1][2][3][4] ep3 [1][2][3] ep4 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][+1] ep5 [1][2][3][4][5] ep6 [1][2][3] ep7 [1][2][3][4][5][6] ep8 [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9] ep9 [1][2][3][4][5][6])

agatha closes her eyes when rio confronts her, she's scared and overwhelmed like during their fight in episode one, when she couldn't quite hide her panic behind all the posturing. their moment of complicity is gone, and rio's anger is back in full force

they're both posturing tbh. they're playing the old "killing is so sexy of you" game, but it's not working, flirting and deflecting is no longer possible, there is too much pain and resentment involved. these bodies, alice and lilia, are heavy between them, they're an open wound and an accusation.

agatha follows the script, but with no theatrics, no fake drama. there are no masks she can hide behind anymore, especially not in front of rio. it's just her, naked, with the grief and pain in full view.

and look, the placement of that tree has to be deliberate, it wasn't there a moment ago. the tarots cannot lie. the real agatha, stripped down to her ugly soul, carries this unfathomable pain, these three swords piercing her heart.

and there it is again, the elephant in the room. rio can't and won't ignore it.

agatha still tries to deflect, to buy time. look at her, she knows it's useless. she's crying, and she's so full of spite. flight is not an option anymore. fight it is.

they have BEEN through this. rio is supposed to do her GODDAMN job

but it's so much more complicated than that now. agatha literally went and fucked up a perfectly good grim reaper, is what she did. once upon a time rio would have had no hesitation, no resentment. but now she knows that harming billy will ONCE AGAIN hurt agatha and make agatha hate her even more, and it's too much to handle. agatha has put her in an impossible situation. again.

and THIS BITCH still has the AUDACITY of denying it. she still tries to walk out of the conversation, and rio has to step in front of her and physically stop her

te veo. always, always, always. despite all this shit between them, rio cares about her SO MUCH, all she can think about is what agatha is doing, how agatha is feeling. trying and trying to fix the impossible.

agatha attempts a mocking smile, but she can't. she can't put up that barrier anymore. rio's words are making her extremely uncomfortable. she is the one who observes, who schemes, who studies others for her own advantage. I can't believe I keep bringing up agatha's nakedness in such a non-horny way, but this woman HATES being perceived, hates showing weakness and revealing her fragility. it's a trauma response dialed up to the max.

this walk with another woman's son on a road that doesn't ex-

oh, rio. oh, baby. you're jealous. another woman, another child. she has chosen them over you, and refuses to see how much it's hurting you. how much she is hurting you. you're so, so angry.

rio is almost at her limit, and look at her. she is still trying to break through agatha's thick stubborn skull. it's no use, no use.

agatha is cornered. she's shaking with fury. she cannot run, she can only scream and lash out.

and dear lord, rio is still being soft. she's holding her ground, she's speaking her mind, but despite all, she doesn't yell, she's being so gentle with agatha. she's still trying to make her see reason. look what I did for you, agatha. I bent the rules of the universe for you. how can you not see it?

did I already say how glad I am for kathryn hahn's golden globe nomination? it's so well deserved. look how different she is here from her usual agatha, so still, devoid of any silliness. just pain and white hot rage. you call WHAT YOU DID special treatment.

and aubrey too, honestly. her characters are always so over the top and weird, and she is being so understated here. she flinches at agatha's words like she can't quite believe them. they really never had this goddamn conversation, agatha really avoided it and ran away screaming for two centuries straight. all rio wanted was to explain herself and to be forgiven, even though she's not guilty of anything and she knows it. but agatha's pain goes beyond reason. no, worse than that, agatha's pain is her reason, her raison d'etre, agatha protects it and fuels it and rio cannot compete with it.

the way she's almost breathless. like the pain is so much it's physical, like it's punching her stomach and chocking her airwaves.

and rio snaps at that. rio has her walls too, and she's very good at keeping her personal feelings at bay. agatha is headbutting those walls like a mad bull, and she's almost through. you are the one who takes, agatha. everything is always about you, your needs, your anger, your pain. there is never room for anything or anyone else.

agatha tries to run again, rio puts her whole body in the way, again. remember their first interactions in the show, when agatha kept running and rio would just let her? that's all over now.

rio hesitates. she takes a beat, and tries to deescalate. i cannot believe she is STILL trying, still pushing her anger back and asking about agatha's feelings instead, acting like a therapist. she is once again acknowledging agatha's pain and trying to walk her through it. do you see how unbalanced this is? and from someone who's ostensibly all about balance.

why do you make people hate you? why can't you open up about all that happened to you? why don't you want their help? my help?

she doesn't say nicholas. she calls him nicky. it's the intimacy of a child and grief that they share, no matter how much agatha wants to make it only about herself.

agatha needs a moment to answer, she needs to collect all her strength first. but she finally says it, and it's another tiny, tiny step ahead. there's almost a question in her voice, like she's testing these words so obvious but so strange to her. she'd rather make people believe she's cruel and uncaring, that she hates everybody, she hates children! that she exchanged her own son for the darkhold.

the truth is that she had a son she loved so fiercely, he was six years old, and he died. the truth is, she couldn't save him. and that is just too awful for anyone to comprehend. and so she lashed out, she inflicted pain, she embraced her anger and protected it like a treasure. being angry was easier than being sad.

meanwhile billy is still grappling with what lilia did.

jen too is grappling with lilia's selflessness. lilia has set an example that has affected her deeply.

she explains to billy what Green Craft is and why it makes sense for Death to be a green witch, and she's not as calm as she's projecting, there are tears in her eyes and she's sniffling, her voice is hoarse from screaming.

yeah, kid. it's a lot.

jen is like, have you MET agatha?

next up: rio has somehow convinced agatha to sit and talk. will they finally work their shit out? (spoiler: no they won't.)

go to episode 8 part 3

[gothsoyl]

Agathario x reader (reader faints for some reason and her girlfriends get overprotective

┊┊┊⁺ ⁺ DECEMBER CHALLENGE

"Don't do that again" rio vidal x reader x agatha harkness word count: 965 note: sorry it took some time (＋_＋)

“do you think she's finished yet?” you kick one of the stones under your feet to the side, absorbed in universal boredom.

“no,” rio shakes her head and gently fingering the flowers that grow near her feet. she carefully plucks one of the flowers and holds it out to you, nudging your hip lightly to draw attention to herself. you immediately lower your gaze and the corners of your lips stretch in a soft smile, “but I feel that death is already close”.

you giggle softly at her words and take the flower, holding it to your nose and inhaling a pleasant, sweet fragrance. you slowly sit down next to rio, feeling her arm around your waist. you feel the cold of her body even through thick clothes, but you don't even think about pulling away – you got used to it and even began to enjoy how goosebumps all over your body pass from just her presence.

“are you worried about her?” you throw a short glance at rio again, but she just shakes her head, and the usual sly smile appears on her lips. she gently runs her hand along your side, as if trying to calm you down.

“no, I'm too confident in her...”

at this moment, a strange cry is heard in the distance and the foliage on the trees begins to make noise, crows rise into the sky with deafening cawing. you jump up and and your heart sinks into your heels – what if something happened to agatha? what if her tricks didn't work and she was attacked?

thoughts immediately begin to flow through your mind like a river, but you don't even have time to make out one, as you take off, hurrying to the side of the forest where agatha found the witches. 

you never liked what she did. not because of the wrongness of her actions, but because you were afraid that something might happen to her in the end. she was the most amazing witch you knew, but what if…

“wait!” 

you hear rio screaming from behind, but you don't even think about stopping. 

at some point, your legs start to burn from the load, and your throat burns from the air that you gasp so hard with your mouth. 

the voices are getting louder, and your breathing is completely out of control. you see agatha in the distance and a couple of witches who surround her, but even so, a sly smile shines on her face, which doesn’t bode well.

more screams. splashes of color – orange, white... and most importantly purple.

you take a few more steps towards her, but then one of the clusters of light flies into you, and your body begins to burn. the last thing you feel before you lose consciousness is the cold around your waist that goes from rio's arm.

***

“you should’ve been watching her!”

“I was watching. and, as you can see, she's still alive.”

your head is buzzing so much that you think it's going to explode, and your girlfriends voices aren't helping at all. you're usually glad to hear them in the morning, when you haven't really had time to wake up, but now every word brings you only a throbbing pain in the back of your head.

“not so loud...” you literally mumble these words, unable to open your mouth properly. 

rio and agatha immediately look down at you and fall silent, you only hear agatha's quiet steps in your direction and rio's gentle fingers in your hair. it takes you a couple of seconds to fully open your eyes. you blink for a few times, trying to come to your senses, after which you finally look at agatha, noticing her worried expression. you could swear you've never seen her like this. 

“scared?” you tease her, and your lips part in a nasty smile. agatha immediately rolls her eyes, trying to hide her embarrassment and excitement, but it doesn't help. 

“she didn't leave your side one step,” rio only adds fuel to the fire with her caustic remark, in which there is nothing but playfulness and love that she felt for you and agatha. 

“calm down, both of you,” agatha waves her hand at you and rio, but doesn’t even think to leave or continue this argument. she just sits closer to you and gently reaches out to your face, stroking your cheek with her fingers, “don't do that again.”

you're silent, not taking your eyes off her. it doesn't feel so funny anymore when you try to remember everything that happened. you came to your senses a couple of times, but also quickly lost consciousness, catching only snatches of conversations between rio and agatha, but that was enough for you. the fear with which agatha spoke to rio and how rio tried to calm her down, saying that “I won't take her away.”

“I'm sorry,” you sigh softly and carefully lift yourself up. rio helps you sit up, holding you by the shoulders. you lick your lower lip and gently take agatha's hand, still feeling everything spinning around, “I was just worried about you.”

“I know, baby,” agatha smiles a little sadly, but still squeezes your hand in hers, her sharp nails slightly scratch your delicate skin, but you don't even pay attention to it. you just look at her with stupid adoration, like there's nothing around, “but I'm a strong witch. I can protect myself.”

you barely nod and look at rio, who is staring at you, as if trying to figure out if everything is okay with you. but eventually, she gives up and leaves a light kiss on your forehead.

“but don’t test how good she’s at protecting you, okay?” she whispers with a grin, and her cold breath touches the skin.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Wanted (Rio Vidal x Reader)

Summary: Rio takes an interest in a mall cop and well... acts very Rio about it.

Words: 2182

Warnings: Language, stalker behavior???

A/N: Agatha and Rio are just friends. Not exes. So... just to clarify. Also--I do not condone fucking and/or dating your stalker. That's all. It's not implied if this is AU or not and honestly... doesn't matter either way.

-X-

The fluorescent lights were too bright, humming a little too loud as Rio stepped into the mall, poised like it was a cathedral of worship instead of a house of capitalism. And maybe it was because of the reason she was here that she didn’t pay the screaming kids or obnoxious people any mind as she glanced around. Her boots thumped steadily off the old tile, Agatha—her oldest and dearest friend—sighing like a woman dragged into a crime she hadn’t agreed to commit.

Rio looked far too put together and expensive for a mall this lowkey. Tight slacks, a dark satin blouse that dipped just enough to draw the eye without begging with a necklace made of thin silver links shimmering at her throat. Her hair, styled with almost theatrical care, framed her face in soft waves.

She looked like she didn’t belong here.

Her eyes scanned the floor ahead—not for stores, not for sales—but for one specific figure she couldn’t stop dreaming about. And when she saw you across the atrium, standing with that slumped, bored stillness only security officers had, something tightened in her chest. Her teeth caught the corner of her bottom lip.

“You’ve been here five times,” Agatha muttered beside her, pulling a cigarette from behind her ear and twirling it with the muscle memory of an ex-chain-smoker. “Five. You bought bath bombs. You hate baths.”

“I love the way she looks when she says ‘ma’am,’” Rio answered, not looking away from you. “Like she’s trying not to say something worse.”

“You need therapy.”

Rio’s smile widened. “I need her to search me.”

Agatha turned to face her, exasperated. “You realize this isn’t a porno, right? If you try and talk her up again—while she’s detaining you—you’re less likely to get laid and more likely to end up slapped with a restraining order and your picture behind the help desk.”

Rio didn’t respond right away. Her gaze dropped to your hands, tracking the way your fingers flexed at your side, the hint of skin and maybe possible ink peeking from under your sleeve. Then back to your face. “She doesn’t look like she minds me being here,” she said finally. “She looks like she doesn’t know what to do with me.”

Agatha stared at her, blinking slowly like she was trying to remember why they were friends. “That’s because she doesn’t. Because you’re a mixture of ‘hot neighbor who’ll bend over trimming a garden while you’re jogging to get your attention’ meets ‘I will slash your car and lock you in my fucking basement if you look at another woman’.”

Rio looked at Agatha. “I’m going to steal something,” she said, expression far too serious and open for what she just announced, completely disregarding Agatha’s exasperation.

“…you’re what?” Agatha gaped at Rio like she’d just informed her that she was going to become a clown and join the circus. Or take up juggling bowling pins on a street corner.

“From that weird novelty store with the security camera. I checked. I’m going to put it in my coat pocket right in front of the clerk. She won’t even stop me. I’m… irresistible.”

“You’re certifiable.”

But Rio was already walking. Head high and eyes fixed straight ahead. Her heartbeat thudded behind her ribs like a war drum as she put her plan into motion, ignoring Agatha’s incredibly vocal scolding behind her as she chased after Rio.

From your spot against the security desk, you absently glanced at the security camera feed, not really expecting to see much. But then you noticed her—again.

Fifth time in four days. Five.

You counted without meaning to.

At first, it was coincidence. Then curiosity. Then the unmistakable prickle of her watching you as she passed—like she’d walk by just close enough for her perfume to sink into your clothes, just long enough to say something that didn’t sound like a compliment until you replayed it hours later.

Now, she wasn’t pretending anymore.

The store she drifted toward was one of the weird little novelty boutiques with shelves of incense burners and dragon figurines. She picked something up—no tag check, no wallet, no hesitation—and then slipped it straight into her coat pocket. Blatant and deliberate, like she wanted to get caught.

The clerk barely noticed, too busy laughing at something on her phone. But you? You saw it on camera, clear as day. From across the atrium, Rio turned her head toward the camera, toward you, and tilted her chin.

It wasn’t a smile; it was a dare.

Agatha appeared at her elbow then, clearly scolding her. You couldn’t hear her words, but the sharp hand gestures and muttered curses were obvious. Rio answered with a shrug and a half-turn of her mouth—half apology, half challenge.

Your radio crackled, a bored voice from Dispatch murmuring something about a possible petty theft. "Store's not pressing, but we logged it."

You were already moving.

The scent of cloves hit first as you approached—subtle, smoky, expensive. She didn’t look up right away, but her shoulders straightened like she’d felt you coming. Agatha took one look at your expression and immediately backed off, muttering, “I’ll go warm the car.”

Rio didn’t flinch. She turned to face you fully, dark eyes dragging up the length of you like she was taking inventory.

“Officer,” she purred, voice low and syrupy, undeniably amused. “We really have to stop meeting like this.”

“…ma’am, I’m going to need you to come with me for a moment,” you murmured, brow arching in a manner that was bordering on knowing.

That look you gave her—curious, sharp, just the edge of something cautious in your voice—had Rio’s breath catching like she’d been kissed instead of detained by a fucking mall cop. Her eyes, wide and hazel and unnervingly full of focus, drank in every detail of your face like she was storing it for later.

She didn’t resist.

Instead, she gave a slow, mock-innocent blink and stepped closer, the stolen bottle still warm in her coat pocket. “Did I do something wrong, Officer?” she asked, voice syrupy with pretend confusion. Her voice was barely above a whisper, just for you.

No one else in the atrium even looked your way.

"I hope you're not too rough with first-time offenders," she added, quieter now. Teasing.

Behind her, Agatha sighed loudly in disgust, clearly making a point of ignoring the entire thing as she headed for the exit.

Your hand wrapped gently around Rio’s wrist as you led her away from the store. You were eyeing her with an knowing expression.

Her breath hitched—sharp and audible—and her lashes fluttered like you’d touched something more than her arm. Her pulse was wild beneath your hand, hammering against your fingers as you guided her towards the “security” office—which was more of a broom closet than anything else, but… whatever.

“I’ve been so clumsy lately,” she murmured, just behind you, her voice lilting like some dark lullaby. “Slipping things into pockets they don’t belong in. Forgetting where I put them.”

She leaned in as you passed under the skylight, the warmth of her breath brushing your neck. “You know,” she whispered, “I came here for a keychain. Ended up stealing a reason to see you again.”

The security office was ahead, tucked beside the empty info kiosk. Rio glanced at the door, then at you, and gave a smile that barely held its shape.

“How long do you plan on keeping me, officer?” she asked, voice dipped in syrup and mischief. “Long enough to teach me a lesson?”

“Is that what you want? To be punished?” you rasped, nudging her into the room.

Her entire body seemed to stutter on that threshold, one heel catching slightly on the tile as your words rippled through her. She stepped inside without resistance, like she’d been waiting her whole life for that rasp in your voice, for that implication.

The door clicked shut behind her.

Inside, the office was dim and colder than the rest of the open-plan mall. A metal desk and old filing cabinets that looked like they were from the 80s. A single overhead light buzzing faintly. Not glamorous; hell, not even private.

She turned to face you, hands sliding into the pockets of her coat—so calm, so rehearsed, except her pupils were blown wide and her lips parted on a breath she couldn’t quite catch. Her fingers slipped slowly from her pocket, holding the stolen perfume bottle delicately between two fingers. She held it up like an offering.

“You gonna frisk me, officer?” she asked, breathless now.

You plucked the bottle from her hand, turning it over absently between your fingers. “Why’d you really steal it, Rio?”

She stilled.

It wasn’t the words. It was the knowing in your voice—that gentle, deadly kind of insight that cut deeper than threats ever could. Her lashes dropped for a heartbeat too long, shielding her eyes from you as her chest rose and fell in a slow, deliberate breath.

When she looked back up, something unguarded flickered behind the smirk. A need lingering on the tip of her tongue and burning in her gaze.

“Because,” she said softly, stepping forward until the air between you was no longer air at all, just heat and breath and tension, “I haven’t stopped thinking about your hands since the first time you touched my arm.”

She swallowed hard, her voice breaking just slightly at the edges. “Because you look at me like you don’t know what to do with me and that makes me insane. Because I wanted to know what your voice would sound like when you were alone with me.”

Her hand skimmed along your chest slowly. Teasing the buttons at your collar as black-painted nails plucked at them with faux-innocence.

“…you know you could’ve just asked me out, right? You think I haven’t noticed you coming in five times in four days?” Your hands gripped her hips, pressing her against the edge of the metal table. “Most people would call this… stalkerish.”

Her breath caught with a trembling sound that barely made it past her throat.

“I know,” she whispered, voice cracking as her hands, still loose at her sides, flexed once—like she didn’t know if she should reach for you or run.

“I tried,” she confessed, her tone soaked in something guilty, almost pleading. “I’d say something and then see that look on your face, like you didn’t know whether to kiss me or arrest me, and I’d panic. I didn’t want to scare you off. I just—”

Lifting a hand, your finger hooked under her chin, lifting her head up enough for your eyes to meet.

“You seem kind of fucking insane…” you whispered, breath ghosting over her mouth. "But I kinda love it... how about I pick you up tomorrow night? Somewhere that isn't this mall?"

The soft gasp she let out was the sound of a woman unraveling, of bad plans but good intentions—maybe—finally being rewarded after days of restraint… or whatever constituted restraint in Rio’s world.

Her lashes fluttered, lips parting, her breath mingling with yours in that tiny pocket of air that vibrated between two people on the verge of something criminally good.

She didn’t lean in. But something about your breath on her mouth had her frozen in place like prey caught in its most willing trap.

"Yes," she breathed, so softly it barely existed. Then again, firmer, hungrier: "Yes."

Her hands rose to rest lightly on your chest, not pushing, not pulling, just grounding herself like she needed the weight of you to stay upright. “I’ll wear green,” she murmured. “Or nothing. I haven’t decided.”

Smirking, you kissed the corner of her mouth before pulling back, leveling her with a serious look.

“No more petty theft, okay? You can’t exactly come see me again if you get banned from the mall for stealing from a fucking Spencer’s.”

She nodded slowly, biting her bottom lip to keep the grin from turning into a full-on wicked thing. “God, I didn’t even like what I took. It smelled like a boys’ high school locker room.”

The humor faded, though, as her eyes locked on yours again. She leaned in, brushing the tip of her nose along your jaw in something dangerously close to intimacy. Like she’d already imagined what you two would look like ten years from now and you didn’t have a choice but to go along with it.

And honestly? You could live with it.

“I’ll behave,” she promised, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “If it means I get to see you tomorrow night. I’ll be good…”

Then, wicked and sultry, her breath warm against your ear:

“…unless you want me to be bad again.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you muttered with a chuckle, patting her hip as you led her out of the ‘interrogation’ room—if you could even call it that.

“…only the little kind.”

[corkinavoid]

Case File: Nosy Neighbor (Updated)

Maybe Agatha Patel is a vampire.

Tim can't find any other explanation to why she never sleeps at night, instead keeping watch in the hallway by her door. Some very creepy neighbor behavior, that is, and even her old, fluffy slippers and a faded, comfy even by the look of it night gown don't make her look as unassuming as she likely hopes.

He steps out of the elevator, keeping eye contact with her as the doors close behind his back. The old lady doesn't blink — and doesn't move, just standing there like she's waiting for Tim to make the first move. Is this a staring contest now? He is not in the mood.

He is painfully aware of how bad he looks: white, expensive just by the look if it dress stained with blood, hair like a raven's nest, both heels broken and his makeup smeared. There's quite literally no excuse he can come up with that would explain it all, aside from plain truth.

The question is, does he really need to explain himself to his nosy elderly neighbor?

Agatha blinks, finally — great, Tim won — and then frowns. Yet, it's not in disapproval; she looks vaguely concerned, her eyes scanning over Tim’s bloodied sleeves and corset. Like she's genuinely worried, and, oh, right, a retired nurse, how could he forget.

"It's not mine," he croaks out before he can second-guess it. His hoarse voice sounds way too loud in the empty hallway, but Agatha's eyes snap back to his face instantly. Her concerned expression doesn't fade, however. Instead, it softens to something deeper, something carefully gentle.

Tim is so, so tired.

He takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment, and when he opens them, the buzz in his heavy head feels just a little quieter.

"Aggie, I think I'm in love," he whispers like confessing a crime. The old lady presses her lips together, tilting her head in thought.

"Is it the boy you've told me about?" She asks, not curious — maybe just a little — but low and serious, "Your boss's godson?"

She has a good memory; Tim supposes it comes with the title of the all-knowing gossip of the entire block. He nods, "Danny, right. He's..." he pauses, taking another deep breath, like trying to calm down even if there's nothing to calm down from. It's been almost an hour since the Gala came to its abrupt end, an hour since Vlad started sorting out the mess and giving the few remaining guests outside apologies and rides home. An hour since-

"I shouldn't be in love with him," Tim keeps going before his thoughts spiral back there, words spilling from his mouth without his control, "I can't be in love with him, it's going to ruin everything, but at the same time, I can't just... not. Not because he is a bad person — no, he's nice, and kind, and smart, and all that. Reckless, also, but in a good way, I guess? Dumb like a brick sometimes, too, but he cares about people a lot, and he-" Tim pauses, suddenly out of breath.

He looks up at Agatha, not sure when he started staring down at the floor, and finds a disarming, knowing fondness in the way she looks at him.

"He kissed me, but his godfather might be a crime lord, and I don't know what to do," Tim breathes out, barely above a whisper.

Agatha Patel, the old lady from next door who likes sticking her nose in other people's business, huffs a creaky laugh.

"Oh, Caroline dear," she smiles at Tim, and he's never had a grandmother, but her voice sounds very much like she is one, "You wouldn't believe me, but I know the feeling. Go," she gestures at the door to Tim's apartment with her bony, wrinkled hand, "Change into something comfortable, soak your pretty dress in cold water, and come have tea with me. I baked a pecan pie yesterday and might still have a slice or two left."

For some reason that Tim doesn't want to pick apart, his head feels lighter.

Did I tell you Aggie is great? She's great. I really feel like the whole Batfam could use a grandma in their household. Don't get me wrong, I love Alfred, but there's nothing quite like an old woman that tolerates no nonsense and knows three hundred ways to offer emotional support while wielding a wooden spoon and a pair of old slippers.

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This is a part of Crime Scene Do Not Cross fic and takes place right after Chapter 5.

Tim ends up dumping his whole drama about Danny on her. He never mentions Bats or any specific names, of course, but Aggie doesn't ask him to, she's perfectly okay with getting only the emotional context. Because that's the part she likes — she doesn't care for who exactly Caroline is sleeping or working with, she's here for the juice. She also feeds Tim three slices of pie (unheard of!), and takes care of the blood stains the next day, arguing that there's no reason to waste a beautiful dress just because some stupid boy bled on it.

[ragnarockz]

Agatha making reader cry (#1 on the smut request list) would be sooooo 😍

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You know Anon, I think so too. 😁🥵

Music inspo: Got You (Where I Want You) - The Flys (THIS HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD FOR DAYS), Violence - Grimes, Leash - Sky Ferreira, Rev 22:20 - Puscifer, War Pigs - Black Sabbath

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"What's a nosy little thing like you doing down here? You know this isn't where the extra tea towels are..."

Your head whips so quickly to glance over your shoulder you see Agatha in a blur. She's standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed over her chest and maybe even, purposefully pushing up her breasts.

But you can't think things like that right now. Now when she's caught you red handed snooping around her dungy and cold basement.

It's unnaturally cold; like you've stepped into a walk-in freezer. Your skin has been goose pimpled since you made it to the bottom of the step when you snuck down here moments ago.

You were sure Agatha had gone outside to cut some fresh flowers for the vase on her dining room table.

You guessed wrong.

"Agatha...I..."

"Mmmhm?"

"I thought they were."

She laughs at you; cold and calculated and dark before she walks over to you. Her gaze never falls away from you as you remain semi-hunched over the shelves. Something had drawn you down those wooden steps and across the dirty concrete floor. Something whispered sweetly in your ear; summer sweet and warm like soft grass against your face.

You could almost smell the sunshine in the voice that pressed you to move your feet towards the basement door.

And now you were here, down where it wanted you. Caught by Agatha herself.

You had always known this part of the house was off-limits. She had welcomed you everywhere else but here.

She waits for you to stand up straight and face her; turn away from the shelves and her boxes of decorations and books she's collected over the years. The second your body is turned to hers, you feel a tightening around your neck.

You almost see stars or maybe, they're dust motes floating behind your eyes. Burst of light; pin pricked as you gasp for breath.

Agatha laughs again as she presses her body right up against yours.

"Open up, Sweet Thing."

Your body obeys before your mind does as your lips separate and your tongue hangs loose in your mouth.

Your watch with downcast eyes as Agatha bring her left hand up between the two of you; pointer and middle fingers pressed together as she traces your bottom lip with her fingertips before she slides them into your mouth.

The tightness around your neck is amplified and you almost choke.

Agatha doesn't seem at all concerned.

You can see wisps of purple from the corners of your eyes; unsure if that's just light bouncing off of something she has down here. But, as your brain starts to work itself to reason, you notice it's almost solid.

Like tendrils, tentacles.

"..A..Ag..."

Agatha presses her fingers down onto your tongue and slips them further back into your mouth. You had to shut your eyes closed; unable to take the pressure coming from two places at once. Tears prick behind your eyes and fall from the outer corners of them. You try your hardest to slow your breathing all the while, you're trying to savor Agatha's fingers on your tongue.

Your body and your mind are fighting with trying to stay alive and trying to get off on the situation simultaneously.

"Shhh...let me take care of you..."

You can hear Agatha's voice but something deep inside of you tells you she hadn't needed to open her mouth to speak. You shiver and slowly allow your eyes to open. She's grinning; her smile takes over her face and you want to shut your eyes closed once more.

But you don't, you can't. Something is screaming at you to pay close attention to when she pulls her fingers out from your mouth.

Your tongue curls upwards as if trying to lick her fingers clean; press in between them. She clicks her tongue against her teeth and her head recoils back. Her smile fades to an open mouthed response that more turned on that shock.

Her fingers come out of your mouth dirty.

Sooty. Stained.

The dirt that covers them goes right down to the knuckle. Even her nails are blackened.

She brings those fingers up to her own face, lets them trail her jawline seductively until she slips them into her own mouth to taste you.

You moan and your sounds echo; the concrete and dirt don't help with muffling anything.

You watch her pull the same fucking maneuver as she curls her tongue up to push it in between her fingers. She holds your gaze as she does; daring you to blink away from her stare. She moans softly as she slowly pulls her fingers out of her mouth and lets the saliva string.

Her fingers are still black.

"Such a desperate one, did you forget what dignity feels like?"

Before you could even attempt to respond, those purple tendrils around your neck begin to move or maybe, duplicate. Over and over again until your body is almost covered in them. You have no control anymore; not of your body anyway. Your mind is over-heightened and maybe, you realize, that's exactly how Agatha wants you.

The purple vines pull you down until your on your knees and your hands are behind your back. A single tendril pushes up underneath your jaw to keep your head titled up at Agatha so you can watch her as she looms above you.

You feel that all familiar throb between your legs and instantly hate how your body betrays your mind.

That curled hand under her chin shifts as her fingers begin to move. She curls them, moves them back and forth like she's creating a wave with only her fingers. Something shifts in the air between the two of you and it takes you a second to realize she's no longer wearing the outfit she had caught you in.

It's a silk purple slip now that hangs loosely on her shoulders; one strap already fallen down her arm. Her hair looks even wilder than before and the darkness that had sprouted from her fingertips now stretches down past her wrists and stops just below her elbow.

You can't explain it at all but those tiny tears that had pricked your eyes become full on tears that roll down your cheeks. It's almost as if that's the final blow you give Agatha to continue. She watches from above as you cry for...pleasure? Pain?

Agatha.

She hoists the ends of her slip up over her thighs as she takes a single step towards you. Her toes touch your knees.

All you can think of is the rightful queen taking back her throne.

Queen of Swords.

The tentacle at your jawline recoils to tip your head to a neutral position before it wraps around your neck once more like a gentle scarf. The 'tip' of it pushes the point of your chin back ever so slightly so that Agatha has the perfect seat.

Because you know, she deserves perfection.

You breath in deeply as you feel her skin connect with yours. The tip of your nose just grazes over her clit as she positions herself to her liking. There's a scent and even a feeling of desperation coming off of her. She's pushing teasing and foreplay out of the window as her lips meet yours and you realize, she's cutting right to the chase.

You try to press soft kisses to her folds to show nothing but devotion but Agatha, as always, has other plans as she grinds down onto your face. You realize you feel no tension in your neck muscles and come to the conclusion that the tendrils are supporting you to be as comfortable as possible.

Agatha wouldn't want you cramping up while you're eating her out.

The thought makes you groan into her skin; a domino effect of sorts that makes you decide to push your tongue out to trace her lips. You can feel her shudder above you as she grinds down a little deeper. You wonder where those sooty hands of hers are now. You picture them groping her own breasts against the silk of her slip and moan once more.

"You...are...so goddamn...precious..."

Her voice is a hot and wet whisper as it spills from her lips.

Your tongue pulls away from tracing to dip into her wet core.

Those purple wisps come back to coil around your neck; squeezing harder than before. Your vision almost goes to black and images of her fingers inside of your mouth, your cunt fill your thoughts. You're not even sure if you're still able to control your tongue, your lips as you eat Agatha out. Are you even conscious? Is she controlling you? Are you even, if ever, in control?

You swear you can feel her fingers deep inside of you, scissoring as they collect your cum. But maybe that's not true; not when you can feel her wetness in your mouth, covering your lips. You feel it drip down your chin and wonder then if that sweet summer whisper that lured you down here was Agatha all along.

[b0nbonnieb0n]

I cant stand the sge movie just because of the fact that everyone is such a good bean.

Sophie? Not nearly bad enough. No murder. No heartbreaking revelation that she believes her best friend should be doomed to a life a crime, misery and loneliness because she is "ugly".

She's just a scared teenaged girl.

Agatha is SO PRETTY that it posses me off that EVERYONE in the movie is trying to convince us that she isn't. That actress is GORGEOUS wth are they talking about. Also, she's not nearly edgy enough. Not as snappy, or scary. She's just a slightly awkward, equally scared girl.

I will not talk about Tedros because they removed any reason as to why Agatha must hate Tedros. They deleted the sort of enemies to lovers thing.

Don't get me wrong, I think movie Tedros is such a darling, and every interaction he has with Agatha is so adorable that It makes the plot seem... Off? Why would he ever date Sophie when he was flirting a lot with Agatha, and he doesn't even think she's ugly?

It just doesn't make sense to meeeeeee

[barbwritesstuff]

There are a couple of questions that might be up to interpretation, but I wanted to ask if you had a personal canon/headcanon about:

If Marcel isn't a close enough ally to go underground with you, he's dead by the time we're released. Did Gaius kill him, or Nathan, or something/someone else?

How much older is Gaius than Lucius? Decades, centuries, millennia?

What did Gaius take from the other lords, and why? (Like Marcel, if he killed him, or why destroy Hemmings' face?)

Not knowing doesn't impact my enjoyment of the story, but I'm curious if those lean more toward, "there is an answer and I know it; it's just not really necessary for MC to know that, so it doesn't come up" or "it's up to interpretation, but my theory/instinct would be..." 🙂↕️

Gaius is the one destroying the lords of the Night Court. If Marcel isn't in prison with you, he'll be destroyed by the king.

Gaius is a lot older than Lucius. Gaius adopts new identities every few thousand years... and when he picked out Lucius to be his brother, he adopted the persona of a Roman noble. Before that, he was a warlord. Before that, he was someone else. He's been doing this for longer than even he knows.

Gaius takes bits from the lords who offend him. He's most offended by submission, so if perceives a gesture to be submissive, he'll take a body part associated with that offence. Eg, Sister Agatha spoke in Latin to try and appeal to him, so he took her tongue. Lord Wu held his hands behind his back, so Gaius ripped them off at the wrist. Ravima wouldn't look him in the eye, so Gaius took their eyes.

But Gaius is gross and likes trophies, so sometimes there isn't a good reason for the body parts he takes. Sometimes he chooses them flippantly. Sometimes, he just likes the look of something... like MC's jawbone.

[notlhecxzsa]

The Shade Of Harkness - A.H

Summary: Finally, the day has come for you to have an interview in the company your friend has applied you to. Almost flying away from the known notorious CEO, Agatha Harkness, you were caught in her orbit—and you don't even know it yet. Was it an accident that you also saw her in your workplace, the one you told her you work on? No, maybe it wasn't. Just like how you saw her again at your school.

Author's Note: Happy holidays! Here's the first chapter of CEO!AgathaXFem!reader, mweheheh. Hope you'll like it! Again, this is inspired of 50 Shades Of Grey, so you might see some preference and familiar lines along!

Warnings: Cursing, stalking (but, y/n doesn't have to know that, right?), not that much for now, a little weirdo agatha (what's a dark fic if she's not weird), SIMP AGATHA

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3rd Person's POV:

"The 5th interviewee will come up in 5, Agatha..." Wanda called out to her boss—who she could also call a friend, peeking her head through the unreasonable huge doors of the room when she was met by a wide view of the expensive city through the big windows behind the woman who was sitting in the middle of the room.

"Hmm..." Wanda rolled her eyes at the answer she received, already used to it as the right hand of one of the woman who seemed to be colder as the ice in Antarctica and harder than the stone that littered on the moon.

Agatha finished what she was reading as Wanda closed the door, almost rolling her eyes at the thought of another stupid presence to float in her orbit. Shame on Wanda for even thinking an assistant would do her any good—unfortunately, the countless employees who ran out crying from her office were not enough for Wanda.

After putting the red head in a higher position, she refused to be Agatha's part time assistant. Knowing that Agatha wouldn't fire her for declining the demand of the job, Maximoff won.

"Y/L/N?..." Y/n snapped her head from looking at the direction where an interviewee had come running to— crying as she did so, to the red head who has been the one managing them all. Ms. Maximoff, whom she learned her name of, was a beautiful red head dressed in a very professional dress, making her feel so self conscious.

All of them here are so beautiful, so professional that Y/n thought she'd only fit in and get a job of a cleaner. Shaking her thoughts away, she stood up, clad in her jeans, comfortable sandals and a cute plain blouse that was covered by a blue cardigan. God, why did she even let Miya send an application to this kind of company?

"Ms. Harkness will meet you now." The warm welcoming smile almost made Y/n feel a little less scared, she was the last one and so, she entered the hug doors that was held open by Ms. Maximoff with little to no hope in her heart.

She offered a small nod and a small nervous smile in return, gripping her bag in front of her as if she was trying to hide from the fatal truth that she has no chance in this and probably just wasted her time driving for almost an hour just to get here.

Before she could even appreciate the view that was laid out in front of her, she tripped and landed on the floor, with the door already closed, she didn't have Ms. Maximoff coming towards her to help her up. Only the sound of heels marching towards her is what she was met with. Immediately looking up with a flustered face, she saw the woman who she'd only seen on billboards and countless news and articles.

She was wearing a noticeably expensive red suit, that Y/n could confirm. Without even thinking anymore, she scrambled up on her feet, already standing up to take the hand that was supposed to help her up and shook it, almost cursing herself with how her hands trembled and felt cold.

Y/n could feel a shiver ran down her spine at the striking look she received from those blue eyes. Great! Just great, now she has more reason to run away and never look back from this place.

"Ms. Y/L/N?" Even her voice sounded so expensive, Y/n thought as she she stammered for the answer she could barely offer the woman.

"Y-yes..." Immediately clearing her throat, the flush in her face was already spreading on her neck. "Yes, Ms. Harkness." Swallowing the lump on her throat, she saw how the woman's gaze stayed on her face with something she couldn't fathom before it went down to their hands that are still entwined. "Oh..." She almost inaudibly let out before pulling away, keeping her gaze down on the floor.

"Come sit." Looking up, she saw that Ms. Harkness was already walking away from her and towards the big and once again, expensive office table in the middle of the room that Y/n wished to take her time exploring her eyes on.

Y/n waited until the woman was sat, waiting for her to motion to her that she can start introducing herself. She couldn't help but to analyze the woman in front of her. She looked so much more beautiful than the pictures she'd seen online, she's breathtaking.

Once again, feeling conscious about how she looked like, her gaze snapped down on what she was wearing, swallowing the invisible rock that seemed to be stuck in her throat.

"Do you want me to wait for you until you're done checking yourself or what?" Y/n eyes widen as her head snapped up faster that any human could to face the woman.

"I-I... I'm sorry, Ms. Harkness..." Clearing her throat, she saw how the woman opened the envelope that she gave to Ms. Maximoff earlier that contains everything about her. Deciding that it was her sign to start introducing herself, she inhaled before starting to talk.

"I'm Y/n Y/l/n, I'm currently graduating for college and I applied in your company hoping for it to give me a certain experience that I will need for when I start working." Gazing at the older woman's face, Y/n could feel her heart trying to escape her chest as she noticed the woman's eyes scanning the whole application form.

"And what exactly are you expecting from my company..." Before Y/n could even continue, Ms. Harkness spoke up, trailing off as she slowly gaze back up at the young woman's face. "Ms. Y/l/n?" She saw how she swallowed for the nth time ever since she came here, Agatha's gaze trailing from her neck up to her lips as she started talking.

"Uh... I know how big your company is, Ms. Harkness and so I do expect that you will give me a job that would make me credible for any position that I would want to have in the future. I can do so many things..." Y/n could feel her throat tightening with how the woman was gazing at her face—like she knows all her secrets, all her problems and all that she is. "I uh... I worked before, in a coffee shop... uhm, I also joined in a lot of organizations from high school and until now..." She tried to find some more things to say, her voice trailing off only to think of nothing when the older woman stood up slowly, her head moving up at the same pace.

She watched as the woman sauntered in front of her slowly. "Hmm? Tell me more of what you can do, Ms. Y/l/n. I'm sure my company—well, I, could give you experiences you've never done before... and you could use in the future." Y/n could feel the heat from earlier now boiling with an anticipation bubbling up inside her, one she couldn't name what kind.

Stopping in front of the table, leaning her lower part on it, Agatha crossed her arms, looking down at the girl who seemed to have caught her attention more that she intended to give a person. "W-well, I also write books... uhm, I am currently working as an employee in a hardware shop. And now, I am looking for a more... compatible job for the course I'm taking and for my future job, which I-..." Y/n shrugged, looking down as if her next words makes her feel shy.

Maybe that was the reason, or maybe it was because she couldn't handle holding the gaze of the woman in front of her anymore. "... I hopefully get."

"Hmm..." Squinting, Agatha, exhaled. "You don't seem too... sure about your... future." It sounded like she was mocking her, and if it weren't for the nervousness that Y/n was feeling, she would've thought about that.

Looking up through lashes, Y/n bit her lip as she tempted what to tell the woman, not noticing how Agatha's fist seemed to be tightened up beneath her arms that was crossed. "I am currently taking a Psychology course... I am sure of it... it's just that..." Seeing the serious attention she was getting from the woman, Y/n continued.

"My parents never really... supported it. So now, I'm hoping for a flexible experience when I can still use my degree on for when I apply for a job in the future." Y/n doesn't seem to notice it, but as she let out an information she never knew she'd be getting out in this, the weight on her shoulder flew away little by little as she continued.

"They kept... thinking that Psychology isn't a good start on having the perfect life they wished for me to have, but, it was what I wanted so I went with it. I know it wasn't just about mental care just like what they always think about... but, sometimes I just hope they supported me a little more." Biting her lips, she looked down, not wanting to witness the pitiful look that she would always receive from Miya, her friend whenever she would talk about that.

But, she doubt Ms. Harkness would even give her such thing.

You do know your parents loves you yo death, and they make you feel that, always. You just wished sometimes that they are better when it comes to the things you wanted, such as taking that course where you see yourself being in the future.

"Stop biting your lip." A small frown of confusion appeared on her face as she looked up at the woman in front of her again.

Still biting her lip, Agatha took her time scanning the younger girl's face. Her eyes held an amusement she never inteded to give as her lips was in a thin line that almost gave away what she was thinking.

It wasn't often that people would open up personal things like that with Agatha, but whow as she to compalin when she was the one who asked of it. Just confused with how easily the girl seemed to be talking to Agatha with everything, the woman felt a little surprised.

"You should not think of what the others though of you... what you do." Agatha shrugged, uncrossing her arms before putting both of it on her side, her palms flat on the table as she crossed her foot. "Your destiny is what you want it to be..." Gazing at the girl who was looking at her that made her feel an unknown... warmth. A familiarity she wasn't familiar with.

An unexplainable feeling of unknown.

"Your future is yours to hold and make." She finishes, still gazing deeply in your fac, as if she was trying to remember every part of it like how she did in the many application forms that fell on her desk.

The 2x2 professional picture on your application form did not do you any mercy, that she could confirm.

"Well... they're my parents." There was a sudden small chuckle that came out of your mouth as if what she said makes you laugh.

"And? Are they the ones who will make your future for you, Y/l/n? The ones who will do the hard work while you offer your life to a boss that doesn't show you an ounce of appreciation? They are your parents, but they are just your parents, and you... you hold what you will be." Agatha said so casually, she almost wanted to stop talking when she became self aware of how personal the conversation are seeming to become.

But, with those eyes that seemed to be catching every word that came out of her mouth, those wandering eyes that seemed be so... sparkling with so much wonder than the world had intended it to be. She couldn't stop, as if your attention caught her tounge... and it makes her seek more of it.

"I guess, I just... care about them too much..." Y/n said, as if she's talking herself.

There was a moment of silence, as you both hold your gaze. Agatha could tell that you were lost, seeing the gears running inside your head to process what she just said. She couldn't help but take her time on scanning your face once more, analyzing too deeply than she intended herself to do.

Too deep that she had ever done.

The line that was invisible in the atmosphere above you that seemed to be getting longer in each moment, was cut short by the knock in the door. Only your head snapping to it, only to see Ms. Maximoff's head and half body poking through it.

Out from the trance you were in, but your attention on the certain red head, the pair of eyes that was burning holes on the side of your head weny unnoticed by you.

"Time's up, the next interviewee will come see you now-" She was cut off by the voice that seemed to be less cold earlier when talking to you.

"Cancel it, we're not done yet." Seeing how the red head's eyes narrowed in wonder, you cleared your throat and got up.

"N-no, it's... it's fine, Ms. Harkness." Looking back at the woman, you almost flinched with how she was looking at you. As if right there and then, she knew that you were the one who ate Miya's cake from the fridge last saturday night. "I can go now-"

Agatha's head turned to Wanda, dismissing you as she stood up straight. "Cancel all the remaining interviews. I'll tell you when we're done." She said, only to receive a nod from the red head that held a hopefull gaze.

The gaze you didn't noticed as you stood there, all your attention on the woman in front of you. Just then, you noticed the height difference between that both of you, how she overtowered your small frame and how her scent invaded your senses.

You hands trembled as it hold the strap of your bag, not knowing what to do or think. Then, it was like a fleeting moment before her eyes were on you again, it didn't hold the sharp professional gaze she gave the red head earlier. There was a certain amusement with how she looked at you, a spark you couldn't name if it's confusion or something along the lines of wanting more information.

As you stand there, you watched as one of the side of her lips turned up, before walking towards the expensive singke sofa beside yours. Sitting down on it oh so casually, she patted her hand on the arm of the sofa and motioned her gaze for you to sit back, which you did.

"So, tell me more about you, Ms. Y/l/n."

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"Its smart business." Agatha explained after Y/n asked about the charity she did on Africa."You don't agree?" Agatha immediately asked, seeing the uncertain look she received from the young girl.

"I don't know enough about it." Y/n said truthfully, her face full of innocence about businesses. "I just wonder, if your heart might be a bit bigger than you want to let on?" She continued, saying it carefully as if she fears that she'll say something that the woman would not like or be offended from.

"But some people say I don't have a heart." Agatha sai flatly, her eyes looking for something on Y/n's face before looking away.

"Why would they say that?" Seeing the confused frown for the young woman's face, she smiled as if she was asked about a joke.

Shaking her head as if she's in disbelief, she answered, "Because they know me well." Hearing the silence from the other person inside the room with her, Agatha felt her heart jump a little at the distant look on Y/n's face.

Agatha thought deeply on what she might be thinking. Does she think bad of her now? Just like what everyone thought her to be. Made her to be.

Before she could even overthink more, a question casually fell out of Y/n's lips that she had caught herself gazing at for the nth time.

Y/n shook the thought of her interaction with the famous CEO in the city of Westview, one of the big cities in the country of New York City. Y/n thought how she was so far from what they pictured her to be.

Those tabloid that reported how men and women were left on her trail with a heart broken and a company crumbled into pieces. She's the infamous CEO that either often bad mouthed on or praised. Y/n doesn't know, but she saw she saw and experienced what she did.

There was kindness underneath that walls that Y/n could see she built so high, it makes her think so deep if she's the only interviewee that Agatha had talked to like that, maybe, the universe was just in good mood.

The interview ended when Ms. Maximoff once again went in, telling the CEO that she has an important meeting to go to. It might've been just Y/n being delusional, but she saw how Ms. Harkness—or should she say, Agatha, stared at her for too long. Contemplating wether to end the conversation or once again cancel something.

With a few more serious demand from the red head, she heard the CEO sighed and they bid their goodbyes with Agatha accompanying the young girl on the way to the elevator.

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Y/n's POV:

"Y/n." Agatha said, it sounded so rich. My mouth agaped as the elevator dinged, surprised with how it rolled off on her tounge. I'd die to hear it one more time—what?! No, shut up, Y/n.

Before the door closed, I managed to let out, "Agatha." A smile playing on my face.

Shaking my head as I restock a layer of locks, being in the hardware could so boring, tiring and at the same time satisfying. And what I mean by satisfying is I get to organized things like this.

"Hey, would you mind helping me back there?" Eric asked snapping me out of my thoughts, one my co-worker who is on shift today with me.

"Oh-, yeah, yeah, sure." He nodded with a grateful smile and walked past me, going straight to the storage room.

Sighing, I put aside the box and took a mental note to finish it all off later. Inhaling with closed eyes before I started walking off, stretching my neck as I did so.

"Thought it was you." Jumping at the sound of a familiar voice, deep and with a certain playful tone.

"What the fuck?..." Thankfully, I managed to whisper it and tone my voice down, but with the look on her face, I knew she heard it.

"What a pleasant surprise, Ms. Y/L/N." She said with the same smirk that she gave me so many times back in her office.

"Y/n." I blurted out, waving her off as I started walking slowly towards her unconsciously. "Just... Y/n." Stopping when I'm a few feet away. "You're here?" I asked, looking behind her when I saw that another customer just got it.

She shrugged. "I was in the area of business. Need to pick up a few things." She looked back behind her, noticing that I was checking the hardware. "Are you free?" My eyes snapped at her, not clearly understanding what she was asking.

Mentally cursing myself, I immediately answered. "Yeah, what can I help you with?" She shook her head before looking down while chuckling quietly, as if having a silent conversation with herself.

She started listing off the things she needs and I nodded. "Cable ties, yes we do have those. I can show you if you want." I offered, looking at her as I bite my lip, waiting for her answer.

I caught her staring at my lips, making me pull away and lick it. "Lead the way, Ms. Y/L/N." She said, now with her voice sounding a little bit lower than usual, just then her gaze met mine.

Smiling slightly. "It's Y/n." I reminded before turning to lead her where the cable ties are.

"You know, when you said you were working in a hardware... I was having thoughts about it. But... here you are." Frowning as I gave her the cable ties, which she accepted immediately.

I saw a smile playing on her face. "Why?" I asked curiously, a short giggle coming out from my mouth.

She shook her head. "Nothing, just that... you don't seem like a girl who would deal with so much testosterone around her." Shrugging, she pointed on the rope, and gestured a number 6 with her fingers.

Nodding, I went over to it and started measuring. "Hmm, stereotyping, aren't we, Ms. Harkness?" I narrowed my eyes at her and once again, I was met with one of the most gorgeous chuckle in my lifetime.

She looked at me with a certain amusement playing in her eyes, shaking her head as she took the rope from my hand. "Just kidding." She put everything in one hand, before looking around. "Do you have tapes?" I nodded and pointed on an aisle we haven't passed through.

"We have one inch and two inches, but the truly self respecting handyman would have both in his tool box. Of course he will. It's rare to find a connoisseur these days..." I rambled, not giving her chance to reply, I gave her both.

"Are you a girls scout?" I smiled and shook my head.

"I told you, I'm a member of so many recreational... organization." I said as I look at her things, only then noticing what she was wearing. She looks so simple but so... argh, magnificent at the same time. Clad in purple long sleeves and slacks.

"Are you done checking me out or do I have to wait til I can check these out?" She joked, and I giggled, looking away, trying to hide the mark of an embarrassment crossing my face.

"I just thought how you'd be a perfect casting for a serial killer in a movie right now. We have overalls, if you'd like. Blood might stick on your million dollar clothes." I bite back, looking up at her teasingly, only to find her smirking at me as if she's very entertained by our banter.

Well, I am too. I don't know where I'm getting all that courage to even try on coming toe to toe with her. Maybe it's the way she seemed to be listening so intently on me, hanging on to every words that I say, or maybe it's because I feel comfortable in her atmosphere.

"Could just take off my clothes." Immediately pulling out the smile on my face, my eyes widen a little before she chuckled once again.

"Okay, let me lead you to the counter now." I said, finishing whatever's going to happen in our conversation.

She was still chuckling quietly until we reached the counter when I started checking out the things she got. "Did the company emailed you already?" She asked out of nowhere, making me frown in confusion and look at her face.

"Hmm, my laptop's down... I haven't really checked my email yet, why?" Looking at the computed before I bagged her things up, not thinking much of her question.

"Well, you should. Wanda's been tearing my ear off because you're taking too long to answer and she's—unfortunately, getting tired of me." Rolling her eyes while shrugging.

My eyes narrowed. "Wait... does that mean?..." I asked, not knowing what to say but she seemed to know what it was as she smiled softly and nodded.

"If you don't email back until today, I might change my mind." She shrugged, looking at me teasingly and I gasped, jumping on my tippy toes.

"No! No, no! I'll check it out and send something as soon as possible! I promise! I'll just borrow Miya's laptop." I rambled, and she nodded.

"Your friend, right? Roomate?" She said, taking the bag from my hand and I smiled, amused and surprised that she even remembered that.

"Wow, you remembered..." I said, amusement lacing my tone. "Yeah, yeah, my friend and roomate." I confirmed.

"Well then, I'll be waiting for your email, Y/n." She smiled at me before a person lined up behind her to check out.

"Very well, Agat—Ms. Harkness." Smilling back up at her.

"It's Agatha." She replied, already turning to leave.

"Not until today." I said, giggling, only to receive a shrugged from her, just like that she's gone.

God, the universe might have been having a very good week.

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Sighing, I got out of my knocked up classic car—still the car that I love so much. It's from my dad, gifted it to me for Christmas when I turned 18. Thankfully, it was not that busy on the hardware earlier today, I managed to get off of work early.

It's almost dinner, I doubt Miya would be here, since she's been spending more time on her girlfriend's house for the semestral break. But, as soon as I step inside the house, a body collided with mind and warmth filled my body as I smiled.

"Oh my god! I missed you!" I giggled, almost carrying her with how she's putting all her weight on me.

"Miya! You're here." I laughed. "When did you get home?" I asked and it took her several seconds to pull away before answering, pulling me with her on the couch.

"Yelena dropped me off earlier, and you! We have so many things to catch up! What happened to the interview? How've you been? Did you get that dog you've been wanting to adopt?" I looked at her weirdly but in a playful away, putting my hand on her mouth.

"Okay, okay, slow your horses down." She giggled and pushed my hands away, only to intertwine hers with it and put it in between of us. "First of all, you're acting like we haven't seen each other in months, gosh." I exasperated, rolling my eyes with the same smile playing on my face.

"Hey!" She pulled her hands away and crossed her arms in front of her. "A week is too long! We barely even text." She bit back and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, if you didn't always choose your girlfriend over me then you won't miss me big time." I teased. "Okay, let's stop this..." I crisscross my legs and put my whole front facing her.

She giggled and did the same, looking at me with awaiting eyes, making me smile once more. "Start at the interview! Was she hot? Oh! Is she like... mean? God, I bet all you could think was those fictions you read on wattpad." She laughed, throwing her head back and I frowned.

"Hey! You mean, those weird things that you made me read? And, I am certainly not like that or into that. Okay, wait! The interview went..." I trailed off, now did I only pondered deeply how did it really went. Gosh, I knew I thought of it—or her, mostly.

I mean, I knew I won't pass the intervew and get the job, the less expectations the better. That's why I was really shocked to hear her say that I got it, which I took a mental note on borrowing Miya's laptop later that she left on her room.

"Well?..." I said, not knowing even to myself if I am saying it to her or myself. Her mouth opened and I knew I am getting a whole bunch of heavy and loud questions, demanding a straight answer, but before she could even continue, the doorbell rang and we both looked towards the door then back at each other.

"I got it!" She stood up quickly, rushing to it and I was left thinking what should I tell her.

I mean, I know she'll think of so many things if I told her that the interview didn't really went as an... interview about the job, right? And, I can't tell her about how oh so casual did the famous CEO of our city acted so... casual and normal with me. God, I certainly can't tell her that I saw her again earlier.

Miya will yap my ear off about her weird fantasies that I sometimes get tired of... and also plagues my mind in the most annoying way.

"Hey, you got a gift." Before I even knew it, her feet came into my view and I looked up at her frowning, looking at the big box in her hands, not daring to take it.

"What? What's that?" Full of curiosity lacing my voice.

"How could I know, dumbass." She dropped it on my lap before taking a sit next to me.

I was left to hold the box, gazing at it as it would give me answers only to see a note peeking on the side. It was only a paper folded in a half, making it easier for me to get a glimpse of what is inside when I opened it, which is a short letter and an initial at the end.

Hoping for my assistant's immediate answer, Ms. Y/L/N. Maximoff so close to resigning.

-A.H

"What does it say?" Leaning towards me to get a glimpse of the note, she pondered. "A.H?" She asked out loud.

Then it hit me. Before I could even take it away from her sight, I heard her gasp. My heart jumping miles away from the sky. Not bothering to look at her, I opened the box and was met with a brand new MacBook that probably cost my income for 10 months.

"Oh my god..." I mumbled, not knowing what to feel.

"Ms. Hakrness sent you this?!"

"Oh god."

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Author's Note: Merry Christmas! 🎁

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Found-Family headcanons for a³'s coven of chaos, part 1: (because they all deserved more time with each other)

(part 2, here.)

(part 3, here.)

Agatha learned spanish for Rio, obviously—and spices up her dialogue with Spanish phrases out of habit. I assume she also knows other languages, being alive for as long as she has.

But I'd also like to think that language-learning gradually becomes something they all surprise each other with. And this is definitely super self-indulgent, because I'm always ecstatic when my native English-speaker friends are interested in learning my language.

For example, I definitely think Billy would ask Alice to teach him korean—and she'd be really excited for that. Not to mention, I feel like Billy just has the vibe of someone who'd be interested in learning different languages. (and korean in particular I think he'd definitely find interesting.)

I also definitely think Jen would try learning Sicilian for Lilia, considering the effort she makes to understand her and keep her comfortable towards the end. Lilia would be so moved, because she probably hasn't spoken to anyone in her mother-tongue in centuries. Like, it's literally considered an endanged language. (“Currently considered a “vulnerable” language by UNESCO, Sicilian faces increasing pressure from standard Italian, though it remains stronger than nearly all other Italian language varieties.”)

Mrs. Davis loves making food for all of them, always trying to diversify her cooking to suit their appetites, their cultures, the things each of them can eat, etc. It's a lot, but she doesn't mind!! She's a grandma!! She loves feeding people—and she missed having someone to cook for.

She grows her greens all by herself, too. Rio occasionally helps her with weeding and stuff. Mrs. Davis is freaked out by her rancid vibes at first, but ends up saying she's a “very sweet girl,” to which everyone responds by staring at her horrified.

Mrs. Davis would also definitely make a chore chart for everyone, but it never works out for a NUMBER of reasons.

First or all, Agatha always skips her turn with cleaning, saying that “she forgot.” She knows that either Billy or Sharon will just take care of it anyways. (Jen refuses to do any of Agatha's chores. “She can either do it by herself or drown in her own garbage-”)

Lilia always gets distracted and leaves her chores unfinished. She can only ever remember laundry, for some reason—she does everyone's laundry. But other than that, jeez. My girl is messy and that's okay. She has her very own unique way of finding where she puts her stuff, but others would merely call it chaos. Jen always picks up after her—and Lilia always huffs and puffs about how, “well now I can't find anything!”

Alice is the sort of person who accidentally creates messes everywhere, then stuffs everything wherever she finds. In drawers, under beds, you name it. Very, “out of sight, out of mind.” Like, she probably has “a chair” where she throws all her clothes.

Billy is very responsible, always abiding to the chore chart and oftentimes doing Agatha's chores too.

Jen is a total neat freak. She wants everything to be organised and under control—and she needs everything to smell nice.

She always makes the others scented candles. Agatha claims they're “useless garbage,” but uses them anyways.

Jen is also the one who usually keeps track of the bills and expenses, since she earns the most through her, “real job.”

Lilia is the sort of person to get lost in the mall, or even just the super-market. Alice has needed to look for her more than once.

Agatha loves crushing Jen's videos by appearing in the background and doing whatever bullshit she feels like.

Alice and Billy are everyone's mediators. Whenever someone gets in an argument, they're the ones who force them to work it out.

Alice is very protective of Sharon and Lilia, because she has mommy issues. Agatha has the opposite sort of mommy issues—but Sharon and Lilia treat them both like they're their kids.

The first time Billy brought Eddie to meet his coven, they literally put him through trials to decide whether he's worthy to date their son. Eddie is surprised he's been coven-approved.

“These women are insane, Billy—but then again, so am I for sticking around anyways.”

Eddie is very tired. His favourite coven members are Jen and Alice, who he considers the most normal. I REALLY think he'd fuck with Jen, because they're both so done with everyone else.