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diamanties · 2 years

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sweet tea in the summer, cross my heart won’t tell no other

SUMMARY - wandas guilt after westview became too much and she decided to let agatha go before disappearing.

AUTHORS NOTE - a short lil unproofread fic that completely FLOPPED on my other blog

Agatha was confused, truthfully. After comforting Wanda through breaking the hex, the Scarlet Witch seemed to just forget about all of her plans to protect the world from Agatha's dark magic which held a firm grip on the dark hold. Others would believe that Wanda was maybe just feeling 'forgiving', but Agatha knew the truth. The full truth. Before Westview, Wanda had nothing. No one to go home to, no one to love, no vision. Everyone seemed to be scared of her, her magic, and she felt like she wouldn't have any more chances in the real world. So maybe, the best idea would be to create her own. No one would know her there. No one would be afraid of her. That was her only wish.

Agatha knew Wanda only felt guilty. Guilty about everything she had put Agnes, Agatha through, and others held captive. To be truthful, she felt fucking horrible. She never thought about any of the family members she stole away, and in the moment, she truly never cared. Wanda never found herself imaging if Agatha had a true family waiting for her. Until she became the Scarlet Witch. 'Agnes' showing her true colours seemed to click a switch. Agnes was never real. No one was ever real. And Agatha had a family.

So when Wanda decided to let Agatha leave without punishment, she was confused to say the least. At first, Agatha had no idea where to go, and what to do with her life. She had been living a lie for months, how easy would it be to go back to normal? Agathas first instinct was immediately to visit you. She missed you dearly, and she was sure you'd understand about her disappearance. Maybe you'd even be to scared to care. That was what Agatha wanted.

That was where Agatha found herself now. Stalking around outside your apartment like a total fucking weirdo. She wasn't sure if she should knock and scare the shit out of you, or just wait outside on your porch until one of your neighbours would be alarmed, and report to you about a woman burning holes into your door with her dark glares aimed at anyone walking past who glanced at her for longer than a second. She decided the first option would be better for everyone. Especially her, she wasn't planning to get into shit with you about her murdering your annoying neighbours.

Though still, she couldn't help but contemplate if this was the best idea. Sure, if you had moved on, she could just erase your memory of this said person and dispose of the body quickly. Easy enough, right? Deep inside, Agatha knew there was a very low chance of that happening. You could never move on from here. Agatha had shaped your way of living into her perfect life, making you into her perfect little housewife for her to control fully and love. Agatha knew that would never change. And if it did? She would just bring in the reinforcements.

Agatha knocked, once, twice. To be met with complete and utter silence. She knocked once again, to be met with the sound of your voice, a muffled "coming!" To be heard from the top of the stairs, each step making a loud impact. Agatha rolled her eyes, her patience dissipating. If she was honest, Agatha had contemplated bringing you to Westview with her magic, until she was put back on track. This wasn't about you. Or Agatha. This was all about Wanda. And she just had to deal with that.

When you finally opened the door, Agatha was truly shocked. You looked disheveled, hair un-brushed and hair enamoured with dark eye bags. You were truly a mess, and Agatha revelled in that. Your eyes widened, and Agatha almost felt bad for all that she had put you through. The fear you felt when Agatha left, the fear that you felt when you realised you were all alone, no Aggie left to look after you. By one glance at you, Agatha knew she didn't have to explain why she had left. She knew that you wouldn't care in an hour, your Aggie was back and that was all you cared about.

"Hey, hon." Were the first words spoke. By Agatha of course, she always had the upper hand. You knew not to test her about that, even after months. She leaned on the doorframe carefully, careful to not break anything, but also careful to not scare you off to early. She gave a warm smile, one she tended to give when you were scared or uncomfortable, to show she'll always be there to protect you. "Aggie?" Was all you could get out, broken and disheartened.

Agatha could hear the shock in your voice clearly, and all she wanted to do in that moment was erase your memories of the past few months. But no, she had to stop herself. She needed you sweet and vulnerable for her, just how she wanted you. "Can i come in?" Agatha murmured and all you could do is nod, still partly in shock. Agatha grinned. "Thank you, baby."

She closed the door behind her gently, taking in all of your apartment. Nothing had changed. Not one bit. Her coat was still hanging, untouched, on the rack, her shoes still messy and unorganised by the doo, her favourite candle still sitting pretty on the windowsill, still unburnt. Agatha knew these last few months couldn't have been easy on you. You're sweet, sweeter than candy, never doing anything to upset or offend anything, dangerously thoughtful.

That's what Agatha loves about you. She loves how you would sacrifice your happiness for her, doing anything she asks without thinking of the consequences. "You miss me, baby? Of course you did." Agatha got herself comfortable on your couch, signalling for you to sit on her lip with not so subtle taps on thigh. You complied, situating yourself on her lap and wrapping your arms around her neck loosely, hiding your face in her neck. "Mm, missed you so much, Aggie." Agatha kissed your neck lightly, tightening her grip on waist before grinning darkly to herself. She finally had you back, and she wasn't planning to ever let you go again, not on her watch.

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diamanties · 2 years

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you drew stars around my scars, but now i’m bleeding

SUMMARY - your relationship with natasha had been perfect from the start. she had been distant lately, but you knew she’d never cheat on you, right?

WARNINGS - dark!natasha, cheating, abuse, slapping

AUTHORS NOTE- reposting this one on this blog as its probably my fave fic i’ve wrote idk

Natasha had been more distant than usual lately, and she always somehow had a different excuse for her absence. They were believable enough for you, her poor wife, to fall for them and so Natasha could get away with her lies. Again. She knew living two lives wasn't ideal, one with you and your two shared kids in your shared family home, the home she would come home to every single nigh for dinner and affection, and the lie she lived whenever she supposedly left for work. You knew that when you accepted her proposal, most of her time would be spent at her company, and you were okay with that, as you were promised her love at the end of the day.

Everything was just perfect only a few weeks ago, but recently, everything had got too much for Natasha. But she loved you, and that was all that mattered, right? You had a simple schedule. Natasha would leave for work and bark orders at you like you were just a house maid, and with your mind fogged up by your love for her, you would comply everytime. The orders were mostly easy. Make dinner, wash the clothes, clean the dishes, raise the kids. That was the one that really got to you.Your kids looked up to Natasha as if she was a god. They loved her to pieces, so they took it very hard when you had to sweetly explain to your two young kids who didn't know any better about how their mama wouldn't be around as much, and comforting them through their soft cries for their mother. That was the worst part. They thought she was an angel that fell from heaven, and it took a heavy toll on you when you realised they blamed everything on you.

Some nights Natasha didn't even come home, and couldn't be bothered to tell you until the morning and leave you on edge and restless all night. And the nights she did, weren't any better. She would join you for dinner with the kids, and entertain them with a softness no one else ever saw. A softness she used to use with you. When she would decide she had enough of her dinner, she'd take the kids to their bedroom and tuck them in. After she'd come and join in once you had washed the dishes, and act like everything was how it was before.

The spark wasn't completely gone, and she took advantage of that. She took advantage of the hold she had over you, and wrapped you around her finger. That was how it always went. Natasha's absence turned you into a new person. Sure, you were still the same person, but were you really? Her harshness changed your appearance over the years, and soon you become unrecognisable. All your friends warned you about Natasha and you ignored them, but now all you wished for was to go back and listen. It isn't like Natasha doesn't love you, she just doesn't how the best ways of showing it, that's all.

So When Natasha started to come home later than usual, your suspicions grew, but you know she loves you, and that's all that matters."I'm gonna be home late again, baby." Natasha confessed one night when you were finishing your dinner after the kids went up. Natasha didn't know how to put it, so she was just straight up. She knew her words would affect you for the worse whichever way she put it, so she didn't stall any longer.

"What? Why?" You knew to expect this. All you wanted to know was why. Surely work couldn't be so important that she had to say overtime almost every single day? But even if something was different, you'd never be able to tell through Natasha's poker face. You were sure Natasha could lie with anything and get away with it. In fact, most of what she'd promised you were probably all lies, but you'd never be able to tell with her. "Carols asked me to stay late again.. something about unfinished paperwork. You know how busy the company gets sometimes. I'm sorry, baby."

You nodded. Her excuses were always something you couldn't say no to, but they were always painfully obvious that it wasn't the full truth: but even if you questioned her on it, she would become fully defensive and shut you out, accuse you of not believing her. "You don't believe your own wife?" She always had a way of making you feel guilty, it was almost like she was made to manipulate you. Maybe she was. Maybe she enjoyed the way you cried yourself to sleep over her, or how your revelled in the pain her harsh words gave you. Maybe it made her feel powerful. Even though Natasha had a way with her words, she would never lay a hand on you. She promised to the grave.

"Oh. Okay." You continued to poke at your food, and Natasha noticed your discomfort. "I'm sorry, babygirl. I know you hate when i have to work late. But you need to understand, without this i wouldn't be able to buy you all the luxuries i know you love." This was what Natasha always did. Guilt-trip you into believing her and bathing in the comfort she gave you. After that night, you knew Natasha was lying about her work. It was painfully obvious, but it wasn't like you would ever act up on it.

The thought of upsetting Natasha was a hard one you hated to think about, for two reasons: firstly, what Natasha would do. The woman didn't take accusations about her lightly, and would do anything and everything to clear her name. And by anything, literally everything. Secondly, you could never dream of leaving Natasha. She provided you with everything a girl could ever need: a lovely home, children, money, all the luxuries and the world, love and comfort.

Natasha could be sweet when she wanted to be, but only to you and the kids. No-one would ever believe you if you told them about the complete different woman Natasha became with her children. They loved her to the moon and back, and more. And that was what hurt. She was their role model, because they only saw one side of her. The confident, strong loving mother, completely different to the one the rest of the world saw. Oh well. They would find out when they were old enough, if she was still even present then.

Again, another night came where you were alone with just the bottle of expensive champagne stored in the back of the cupboard, waiting for Natasha to return. But what you didn't know, was that this would possibly be the worst night of your life so far. But without Natasha by your side and your side only, you didn't know any better. She was the only comfort you had, and the only calloused hand you could hold onto. You had stayed up all night, the alcohol taking effect on you as you cried for your wife.

So when you finally heard her keys jingle in the door, you were happy. Happy that your wife could give you the comfort only she could. But when you heard giggles from a woman you had never met in person but who's voice you knew, you immediately froze. Natasha hushed the woman as she quietly closed the door behind them, and it wasn't long before the woman's hands were around Natasha's neck loosely, pulling her in for a seemingly passionate kiss, which meant absolutely nothing to the red-head. But would you know in your distressed state? Of course not. So there you stood, watching silently from further down the hallway with a straight face as Natasha slipped her tongue into the other woman's mouth.

The woman moaned loudly, and Natasha immediately cursed her out. The former spy followed her instincts and quickly eyed the hallway, freezing when her eyes met your own teary ones. "Baby.." Natasha turned to you, the other woman quickly reciprocating her actions. Natasha's first instinct was to kick the woman out, and that was what she did. With the woman gone, there was nothing else to say. Natasha ran over to you, cradling your small body in her muscular arms that could crush you without a second thought.

"Don't.. don't touch me." You managed to try and whisper out, and get yourself of her embrace. Luckily for you, her grip was surprising loose and it was easier then you expected. You weren't in a mood to fight with her today after what you'd just seen, but you knew you had to. Everything was clear to you now. It was so obvious before, how could you not see through Natasha's act. Before, love clouded your senses for the woman, and now, it was all worse."I thought you loved me."

Natasha gave you a look that made you feel almost stupid and like a child, like it was the most obvious thing in the whole world. Natasha almost felt pity for you. After all these years of marriage, you never thought she could betray you like this. In reality, Natasha could not care less about this, you would always and forever be hers because she was in control. And she will destroy anything in her path for it to stay that way. It's almost funny, really. If anyone were to disrespect or upset you, Natasha would do anything to make the person who hurt you's life a living hell, literally. She could do to the end of the world to protect you, to keep you safe in her grasp.

Maybe that was the problem. Maybe she isn't as safe as you initially thought. Natasha's a hypocrite. All these promises to protect you, when she's the one causing you the most harm. If someone were to bring her up on this, they wouldn't live to see another day. You were Natasha's baby, and she would fight until the end to keep you as hers. To make sure you could never escape.

"Don't be stupid, of course i do, baby. She means absolutely nothing to me. You and i till' the end, doll." Natasha's statement angered you, the way she thought that would make every thing she's done to you better. Her tone of voice made you shiver, but the look ok her face of hoax comfort put you in distress. You were to far gone to think anymore, and Natasha revelled in that.

This was her plan from the start. To pull you so far, just to grab you back so you were good for nothing but her and only her. So from all the pain you received, all you wanted was comfort, and you would welcome her back into your heart with open arms, and you would become one perfect family again. As Natasha had planned, all the distress she caused you out you in a bad mindset, but she never thought it would cause you to lash out. "You make me feel so fucking stupid! Like I'm actually crazy or something!" You ran your hands through your hair, panicking as your breathing rate on died and trashed. Loud sobs escaped your lips as you shook and cried further. Sure, you might've upset her with your words, but you didn't actually realise the extent.

A loud crack invaded the quiet hall, and you didn't feel the harsh sting on your numb cheek until Natasha pulled back. She had slapped you. Hard. Your eyes caught sight of her bloody palms, and the dog in your brain cleared out like a pathway. The pain quickly became more evident as your cheek throbbed and you fell to your knees. Your sobs grew louder as you folded up on the floor, hiding your head between your legs, forgetting about the young children residing upstairs. Your body shook and your limbs ached, but you couldn't think about that.

You couldn't think about anything except Natasha's calloused hands. Red with blood. Your blood. It took a moment to register in your brain Natasha's actions, and what she had promised not to do when your marriage was still pure. Natasha truly didn't mean for it to happen, the anger and rage she felt just got to her head and she couldn't control herself. She crouched down on the wooden floor to join you, gently moving your hands out of your face to stroke your cheek with her deadly ones. She smiled softly in faux concern which you believed in your state of mind. More tears escaped onto your mascara stained cheeks, and all the red-head could do was shush you to be quiet. It didn't work.

Natasha froze when she heard the thuds of small feet making their way down the stairs. She quickly rose to go check on her daughters, cursing you for being so loud. Natasha was already waiting at the bottom step when your youngest daughter appeared. She rubbed her eyes, smiling gleefully when she saw Natasha.

"Mama!" Natasha immediately picked the little girl up, placing a small kiss on her face as she giggled. She rocked the young girl in her arms, sighing as she heard you go completely silently, hugging her daughter closer. "I'm sorry, baby. Did we wake you?"

The little girl nodded, and Natasha frowned. This wasn't a part of her plan. She didn't know how your little family would recover from here, but she knew it would. Well, it was her choice, you had no say in it. Really, all she wanted was the best for your little girls, and she knew she was the only one who could give them that. The stress of being a single parent would be too much for you, and she would never dare to leave you. Everything would be perfect in her mind. She would have you safe, just how she wanted you.

"Is mommy okay?" The little girl babbled, and Natasha smiled. "Mommy will be okay, baby. She's just a little upset right now," she continued to rock the young girl in her arms, humming a familiar lullaby to her daughter which made her smile a toothy grin. "Right, it's time you get back to bed, isn't it little love? Want me to tuck you in?" The girl babbled in Natasha's arms, and the former spy held her closer. "Good girl, Cmon let's get you back to bed."

Once Natasha had her daughter back in bed and safe, she could refocus her attention back on you. She quietly made her way back down the stairs, unsurprised to see you still in the exact same position from where she left you. She crouched back down, seeing the dried tear stains on your link cheeks nearly made her cold heart break. Natasha used little effort to pick you up and rest you in her arms bridal style, carrying you up to your shared bedroom. She closed the door gently behind you, letting go when she heard the soft click of the lock. She rested you on the bed and you complied, too far gone to fight back.

No words had been said since she took you up to bed, but she wasn't complaining. She didn't need any added stress. Natasha left you on the bed to go brush her teeth, and when she looked up in the mirror, a sadist grin was resting on her face. It wasn't that she was happy that she hurt you, it was just that she finally had you where she wanted you. And now she could give you what you wanted to her full potential, you just had to let her in.

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