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All I'm saying.

Better be what szn 19 look like after this episode.

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I'm so overwhelmed I might just cry-

IM SO OVERWHELMED. I MIGHT CRY.

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Happy June 2nd to Agnes and her husband "Ralph"

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Quiet on the Set

pairing: actress! Lilia Calderu x director! reader summary: While filming a movie, you're faced with the demanding nature of the Lilia Calderu. But when it comes to a crucial sex scene, you suddenly can't take her demands anymore. warnings: language, smut, verbal teasing, talking through, hallucinations of sex a/n~I give gift, its slight, but it gift. happy Friyay ho.

The barely awake sun snuck into the windows of the house. You stood on set, ready to start a day of filming. The script in hand as your eyes traveled over the very words you had written a year ago. 

It was the most intimate day of filming. The only people inside on set were you, the director, your cinematographer, Rio, the intimacy coordinator, Agatha, and the actresses, Lilia. The rest of the crew you had them set up and then be done till later. Alice was the only one who stayed inside in case you needed anything adjusted. 

That was your favorite part of filming in a house. Those who didn’t have something to do right then and there could go relax in a different room till you called. Along with the privacy it gave for these scenes. The scenes that were trademark for your movie. 

Throughout your movies, you’ve been known to depict some of Hollywood’s steamiest sex scenes. Always capturing your audience and making them feel exactly what you want: lust. 

The sound of quick steps began to echo on the floorboards. Earning your head to turn just in time to see Jen, clearly in a state of frustration already. “I know she is one of Hollywood's treasures, but I swear on my entire career!” She was rambling as she flopped onto the couch, groaning when the comfort wrapped her up. “It’s too early to be dealing with her already.”

“Who?” You knew she was talking about Lilia. After all, Jen was her makeup artist for this film. 

Her head rolled to really look at you. Questioning if you actually just asked that question. “Obama. Who else?!” You chuckled before plopping down next to her, a common sign for her to continue. “I mean, she signed the contract to do this movie. Agreeing to everything. But now she’s against doing the morning sex scene. She won’t cooperate with me on makeup, for Billy to do her hair, and goodness knows costume is going to come in crying.”

Sounds about right. You could only sigh, “this is exactly what Stark warned me about.”

“Didn’t he have to completely scrap his sex scene?” 

“All because she wouldn’t do it…He spent days trying to convince her as well. Pay raise, bonus, expensive wines, anything he could think of he offered up to her. Not a single thing worked so he pulled it and his movie was missing that extra nudge. It would’ve sealed him awards, both of them.” You were staring down at the very scene. There wasn’t an ounce of dialogue in this, all just action. “I’ll go talk to her.”

Jen scoffed, “if Stark’s budget couldn’t get her, bless your heart thinking yours will.” Her joke was so truthful though. You didn’t get the same budgets as the male directors. You had to beg companies to see you through. To give you just a scrap of money to proceed. “What if she does say no?”

You stood and turned to meet her concerned brown eyes. “Her choice is either work with me or we scrap everything.”

“That’s a lot of money you’ll have to pay back…I wish you luck, really. You’re going to need a miracle with this.” Jen patted your butt before you left. Listening to another one of your exhausted sighs escape.

This was a recurring talk. Lilia said she wouldn’t do a scene for some unknown reason, and you would have to spend anywhere from ten minutes to an hour trying to get any compromise from the actress. It would usually end with you taking a breath of relief after stepping out her trailer. The same ritual would happen at least once a week while filming. 

You were too into everything now to even think of a rewrite on the fly. Why couldn’t Lilia just cooperate for just one full week? If she didn’t want to do any of these scenes, why take on your movie? A lot failed to make sense for you. But now it didn’t matter if she made sense or not, what was important was figuring out her issue of the day.

As you approached her trailer parked out front, you could already hear Lilia. Billy must’ve tried to do her hair. Her yells from a far already caused your headache to begin. Jen was right, it’s way too early for her. You must prevail however. 

Your sneaker clad feet brought you to the bottom of the stairs, staring at the white door. There was no room for you to run, this was your set. Everyone looked to you to straighten out this woman’s behavior, and as you glanced around to the crew setting up for the other shots you caught a few eyeing the trailer already. 

Everyone was already aware of the tantrum being unleashed. 

Right as your hand went to grab the handle, the door was opened from the inside and out came Billy. “I can’t. She’s a literal kook!” He snuck past you shaking his head. Stopping once he was a safe distance and spinning back to you. “Pray for your movie.” 

For a split moment you stayed frozen. The thought that you were so fucked silenced everything in your mind. Yet even for how quiet, the silence was splitting your brain in half. A hand raised to rub your forehead and blindly you climbed the few steps and shut the trailer door behind you. 

“Lilia…exactly what is the issue today?” You spoke so lightly to her, you did to everyone, but extra light to her. It was the easiest way to manage anything with someone as needy as her. Always looking for a way to sneak her way in, you knew her tricks from day one and let them happen. Now you can’t help but wonder if her tantrums are your fault. 

“I don't want to do this scene.” She stated from the chair. There was no room for argument within it. 

“And why not?” Your arms crossed as you leaned back against the door. Being able to catch her stare through the mirror. “You signed on knowing you’d have to.”

The reminder did little to change her attitude. Lilia huffed, “I don’t feel comfortable with that many people in the room.” It sounded like a lie to you. 

“I thought I told you that there’s only going to be who I need in that room. It’ll be Rio, Agatha, you, and I. Because you threw a fit about this last week when we shot the cooking scene. So, I am going to ask you again, Lilia. What is your issue?” You let your head tilt to the side and eyes narrow slightly. Your words are soft but cutting. 

Lilia must’ve been expecting some other answer because she sat silent for a brief moment. “I don’t want to touch myself on camera. So, you’ll just have to rewrite the script or take out the scene.”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep you had gotten making sure everything was set for today, but you could feel the patience you had slipping through your fingers. Quickly. Maybe she truly thought that it would be that simple. Or maybe she was just being difficult again with you for no reason. 

The laugh tumbled out dryly. “Rewrite the script.” You repeated. “Cut the scene.” A trembling hand pushed through your hair, tightening in any sense to distract the inevitable from happening. “You’re fucking with me right?” The smile on your lips was mocking. 

“I don’t see why you can’t?” Lilia turned in the chair, staring you head on. One arm over the back as the other held the wooden armrest. Her pose exposing her freckled chest from behind the white robe

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you sensed no humor. “Lilia. We are in the last two months of filming. Do you know how hard it would be to take out this scene or even rewrite it? I know we haven’t shot in order so it seems so easy, but I simply cannot do that for you. It is either you shoot this scene or this film gets scrapped.”

“A sex scene can not be that important to a story line. I won’t do it.” She turned back, crossing her arms over her chest. Lilia was determined to win this one. “Rewrite it or take it out.”

“No. This is my movie. And I have been very reasonable with you and all thirty million temper tantrums you’ve thrown-”

“Temper tantrums? I haven’t had one-”

“In a week. I have weighed in every single demand you have demanded. I have prioritized your comfort. I have given and given and given into you Lilia. So this one time, and I hate that this is how I have to do this, but I’m prioritizing the film now.” Your feet inched closer to the chair. “I am going to send Jen and Billy back in here, they are going to do your hair and makeup. Wardrobe will come in then soon after, you will change into what they give you. And then Calderu, you will haul ass onto set and be ready to instantly start. Seeing as you wanted to throw another fit over nothing once again.” You stood right behind her, hands holding onto the back of the chair. “Do I make myself clear?”

It was an intense stare through the mirror, one that led you to believe she was really mulling things over. “No, I’m not comfortable doing that.”

“You gotta be fucking me.” You groaned, stepping away from the chair and sitting on the couch behind you, head falling into your hands as you laughed. “Do you seriously think this is the time to pull your shit?”

“Excuse me?!” Lilia’s head whipped around, eyes already filled with fire. She slipped from the chair and came to stand right in front of you. A reach away really. 

“There is no room for your shit. Was I not clear the first time? I've been nothing but understanding and compliant for the last seven months.” You bravely looked up from her sock clad feet. 

In her eyes you read a number of emotions. Anger. Joy. Annoyance. Pride. They mixed and conflicted the other, leaving you just as confused. “So then be compliant and change out this scene.”

You should’ve expected this weeks ago honestly. And it was right on the tip of your tongue to sigh and figure it out, but then it was like you remembered you were the boss here. You were the one in control, the one with the final say. You felt the end of your rope finally pass through your fingers, “Or Lilia, you can stop being a brat and just do the fucking scene!” You shouted. For the first time you had raised your voice at her.  “And you’re lucky I’m even sitting here debating this with you! Knock your shit off! You are a professional and are acting like my two-year-old niece!”

“You will not speak to me like that!” Her volume easily matched yours. “Maybe if your whole thing wasn’t all about sex!”

“You signed on to this movie knowing it was! You knew you were going to have to do this crap!” You stood now, wrapping around the small coffee table and standing toe-to-toe. “What is your issue today?” It wasn’t a question to be avoided when you practically glared down at her. 

Lilia didn’t like how intense you had gotten now. It was no longer her fun and harmless ways. She had pushed you a bit too far now. Your hardened gaze lacked your usual warmth and humor. You were at the final point with her. She was aware of that. 

Her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek, followed by her huff and looking away. But you weren’t having it. After her whole fit, you were going to make her say exactly what it was to your face. Your hand, delicate but unforgiving, caught her jaw and forced her to look back at you. 

The tension was thick.

“What is it about the masturbation scene that you won't do?” You asked again, voice back to its natural softness with eyes that still countered it. “I don’t want to force you to do it, but if I have to I will. I won't be happy about it, but if it's what needs to be done to finish this film.”

Lilia was stunned in her spot. Your hold feeling cool against her warming skin. This is exactly what she wanted from you. To lose that control and put her in her place finally. For seven months you let her win in some way, and she couldn’t stand it. She needed to see the other side of you. “I won’t.”

You sucked on your canine. Head slowly nodding as your hand fell back to your side. “You leave me no choice then Calderu. I’m going to send everyone back in here, you are doing this scene. And if someone comes back inside and says you still won't cooperate, I will personally come in here and make sure it happens. There are thirty minutes until we need to start shooting. I expect you to be on set by then.”

There wasn’t an opening for her protest as you left the trailer with a slam of the door. From the inside, Lilia could hear your frustrated yell. It honestly made her worry if her plan wasn’t working anymore. 

The only reason why she ever complained was because she knew it would lead to one on ones with you. Talking about what exactly she wanted and listening so carefully to her needs and wants. Over the months it began to do something to her. She would spend nights wondering if you catered to all your stars the way you did for her. Or was she special?

While Lilia stayed in her thoughts, you sent everyone back in. A part of you swore everyone on set was staring at you differently, like there was this new found fear of you. And they were, it took you this long to finally snap and nobody knew what would come next. Would you continue the day like you hadn’t already lost your patience? Or would it show easily?

Spoiler alert: It showed easily.

Not even ten minutes had gone by before Jen was slowly creeping into the room. Nervous herself that she would be the next victim of your yell. “I got the makeup done…but Billy cant even get close to do her hair and costume literally dropped it off and ran.” You didn’t even look away from the window. 

“Go clear the trailer but of her.” You spoke so coolly. Hiding any sense of reignited annoyance. You seriously couldn't wrap your head around this. 

With each step closer back to the trailer, you couldn't help but think of the months of tantrums she's thrown. Lilia was a praised actress with a demanding nature, one you underestimated greatly. But you were a fierce director who produced piece after piece. 

Three rapid knocks were given as you walked right in. This time locking the door behind you and clearly skipping the foreplay. You moved to stand behind her. Not saying a word as you examined her hair. It was still up in the bun she wore to set and after talking with Billy several times, you knew this wasn’t his vision for her hair. “You’re wasting my sunrise.” Was all you spoke before starting her hair (Lilia didn’t dare argue with you here). “I have the nicest team around, sometimes a little snarky, but they make shit happen. However, you won’t let them.” Skilled fingers getting lost deep in her pepper curls to remove the hair tie. 

Deep brown eyes watched intently through the mirror. Taking in how you didn’t even need to glance up to know she was looking back at you. “He was-,”

“No. I didn’t ask or say you could speak. I’m in here because you just couldn’t get over yourself. Billy has been working in hair for years. I picked him from the college internship because I trusted his talent. You should’ve been thanking him for doing your hair. But instead, he is sitting in the living room with the rest of the team who was getting you ready. All defeated and fed up with your childish acts.” You were speaking freely, whether you realized or not. 

Fingers curling certain curls to give them a better shape. It made Lilia choke on her own moan how you tugged slightly at each one. Not enough to cause any actual pain, but enough for the actress to start growing warm. Your cold demeanor didn’t help her case either. 

“So they sent me in, because now I have to be the one to tame you and get you back in line. Thankfully for the both of us, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been knowing what I’ve been doing. You are the only person on this entire project who just has an issue with the way things are being done. What’s even funnier, is you refuse to tell anyone why. Why every scene you’ve cried over was some sort of intimate shot. Truly, I’m one more complaint from anyone before this whole film is scraped. Never in my years have I had to deal with so much bullshit.” You kept going, hands still styling the hair into a subtle mess. 

You dropped her black curl, needing a moment as all the pent up frustration had made your hands begin to shake. They gripped the back of the chair and you stared down at the floor. Taking low, deep breaths to steady yourself. Only after the third intake did you meet her eyes in the reflection. 

“I took this chance with you Calderu. I’m trying to help you and your career. That’s what I do. I write and direct movies that are second chances. After your filming with Stark, you were going to be doomed. He was warning everyone who wanted to work with you about how stubborn you were. He even warned me…” you were confessing a truth you thought would stay secret forever. “I ignored him though.”

Lilia’s eyes were glossing over in seconds. Everything you were saying seeped into her body and she felt the weight of it all. “Why?” fell from her pink lips like a feather through the air. 

Your head tilted slightly, “because I had a feeling about you Lilia. When I wrote this all, thought of it, you were the only person who seemed to fit the main role. I knew you were working with Tony when this was all just a jumble of words. I came to the set, saw you act, and I knew I was making a choice.”

“But you just said he had nothing good to say about me,” Her brows furrowed. “His voice in this industry is powerful and his words stick to people.”

“But they were wrong, Lil…If I believed everything people said about everyone, I’d have no one. I saw you for you, for your talents, your skills, I wanted what you brought to the table. Yet, you have only fought me in each scene.” You suddenly resumed doing her curls, only your hand sunk in a different way. Nails running up her scalp and twisting the mane around each finger and tugging her head back. Leaning right next to her ear and still holding her gaze. “Why does it have to be hard with you?”

The older woman felt stunned. Your actions are the complete opposite from the personality you’ve shown for the last seven months. How you let your lips brush the shell of her ear and eyes scowl at any thought she had to say some excuse. For her you seemed ready to eat her in one bite. Her cheeks grew color the longer the silence went on.

“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” You loosened your grip and put some distance between the two of you. Your eyes, reading her very being, raked over her. “Strip.” You ordered only to leave from behind her and reach for her costume. A pair of maroon panties and a navy blue t-shirt with baggy socks. They were folded neatly on the counter closest to the door. “You scare my crew.”

“You scare your crew.” She retorted with ease. Her sense of self coming back to her now. Only you took it right back when you spun sharply to face her. 

“Do I scare you?” You crept closer, one step at a tedious time. She was deducted to a shake of her head. “Does someone else?”

Lilia shook her head clear. “No, nobody scares me. It’s not possible to scare me anymore.” She reached for the clothes, not expecting your hands to pull them back from her. You watched the way her brows pulled together, every crease that was formed. 

“You that big and bad, Calderu? So if it’s no one scaring you, it must be something else. Unfortunately, there’s no time to get into that. Light is changing, you need to be too.” You stuck out the pile and gave a tight smile when she took it. “Go on.”

Her lashes fluttered as she blinked a few times. “Y..You're not gonna turn around or anything?” Lilia felt her heart begin to race like a horse. “I’d prefer if you did.”

“And I preferred to already be filming. You’re gonna have to do it for the scene anyways, so what's the difference?” You shrugged a little bit. “I’m not afraid to change you myself.”

As your foot lifted to step forward, her finger stopped you. “I can change myself.” Lilia whispered. Hands fidgeting with the tie of her robe. Unsure of how long this was going to stretch for. But nonetheless she undid the tie. Her sternum, kissed with freckles of age, bared itself to you. Along with her soft tummy that hung over the underwear she was already wearing. 

The white fabric fell from her shoulders, revealing everything to you. Respectfully, you didn’t let your eyes drop but you did shift in your stance. Even while there was the brief moment where she was blinded by the shirt over her head, you didn't dare sneak a peek. 

But the moment Lilia pulled her own panties down, your body twitched with a need. In your peripheral, the darkened spot that was glistening in the lights made your throat run dry. Your hands squeezed your biceps. There was no way you were seeing right. 

“I'll see you on set, Calderu.” You hummed and as casual as possible, you left. Heading back upstairs and waiting for your actress to finally make her way up. 

During this moment, you tried to collect your thoughts. You had lost control-felt like you were watching yourself from the corner. But then again, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed how your hand felt in her silky curls. How they curled around your slender fingers. Then there was Lilia herself. Barely able to speak.

You could imagine so much of her now. In ways you scolded yourself for. In ways that seemed impossible. In ways that would make the devil blush. She just overtook every atom that made up your very being. 

“Get it together,” you mumbled to yourself. Head falling into your hands and taking the deepest breath possible. There was a movie to be made this morning, fantasies could wait till the night.

“Calderu has you pep talking yourself in here?” Agatha led in, Rio close behind her. “Ya’ know, people are usrprised it only took seven months of her whining for you to snap.”

“Lost money on it,” Rio grumbled while starting the cameras up . “What’d you say to her anyways?” The brunette twisted her neck like an owl to ask you.

All you gave was a tired shrug, “that it was do the scene or scrap the film. That everyone was just here to make a movie basically and she was making it difficult.” You stood, ready to drop the conversation and start discussing angling. 

Agahta let out a scoff, “I highly doubt it was that easy.”

“I never said it was, but it is not relevant for what we’re doing here. The problem was solved and now we are moving on with our day.” You stood and stepped closer to the camera. “Plus, you know we’ll talk about it over drinks.”

“After today, you’re gonna need a lot more than just some drinks.” Rio teased with a sneaky smirk pulling her lips. “How do you want this to be shot?”

You rolled your eyes but then you and the cinemotgrapher really got into how this should be shot. Sharing brief ideas. About a minute or two in, Lilia had joined the room. She was hyperaware of your eyes tracking her every move. Her and Agatha began talking about how she would ‘touch’ herself. It was meant to be a smooth shooting, no more than five takes.

Yet…by the third you knew something was wrong. None of what Lilia was doing seemed real, even for faking it. If anything, you swore she seemed scared to touch herself. Even as your eyes jumped to Agatha behind you, she also was grimaccing at the performance. 

Fingertipis rubbed between your brows, trying to soothe the ache. “Cut.” You sighed, the fake gasp stopping instantly. “It’s hardly believable, Lilia. Do you need to run it one more time with Agahta?”

Her curls shook around her flushed face. “I can’t get into it, I dont know why..” she turned to stare out the window. Gazing off into the miles of green fields. 

You focused on her though, thinking of some way to solve this. The tiny voice in the back of your head had an idea, leading with the haunting memory of her wet panties form earlier. Sedning a shiver down your spine as it flashed before you. Making it impossible to think of any other solution. 

“Reset, I have an idea.” You let your crossed arms fall and helped fix the bedding back. “Just relax this take. This time I want you to actually slip your hand into the underwear. It might help, but just breathe.” 

There was no more room to question or anything, after all, you were on a time limit. You were back behind the camera, eyes darekning slightly as Lilia laid so sweetly in the middle of the bed. Her big doey eyes waiting for your cue, your command, like she’d die if you didn’t say anyhting soon. “Action.”

Lilia started the scene once more, waking from a wet dream to be all hot and bothered under the mornign sun. Her wised hands started their course of action, carefully hovering over her own thighs. Her chest rose and sunk drastically, like the feathlight skimming was enough to work her over. The issue you seemed to find though, was her faux sounds and expressions. 

“Look at you.” You hummed, earning her eyes to snap right to yours. “Touching yourself first thing in the morning.” Dark and demanding eyes bored onto her. 

The actress felt confused, one because neither of Agatha or Rio seemed surprised by the director, and two because you were speaking right to her. Her hands stilled for just a second, “uh-uh. Keep touching yourself. Those pillowy thighs…you’re a fucking sight Lilia.”

There was a sharp gasp that filled the room. A cunning smirk formed on your lips. Eyes trailing the hands that began to run up her torso, pushing the shirt up. Lilia groped at he brown boob, eager to roll her nipple between two fingers. “There she is, the praised actress. You’ve been holding out, hmm? To busy being a little brat.”

A whine ripped through her throat, agreeing with your words without any of her own. Her second hand came to her other breast. Now fondling both while her chest began to burn red. “Take your shirt of, baby. You’ll get more done with it.” You encouraged, creeping to the side of the bed behind Rio. 

Gawking as the woman scrambled to rid the navy blue fabric. Sitting up for a brief moment before flopping back down with a ‘whoomph’ of the bedding. Her curls splayed over the pillow, and you wished to be the camera above her to see just how stunning she was. Desperate fingers were back roaming her body. One still on her tit while the other ventured downwards, disappearing beneath the maroon. 

“I bet your still soaked from your trailer,” it was quiet. Not loud enough to be lost into the room, ut quiet enough to be clearly just meant for Lilia. Her head rolled tot he side, pleading with you. “Start slow, build yourself up.” 

Lilia felt like she was being tortured. Never in her years had a director began to talk her through it. But that wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was that it was you. This women loving director who bowed to their stars needs. They talked greatness about you, about how personal  you were with everyone. Was this what they meant? Or was this the only time you did this?

“Such a precious thing. So ethereal in the sun light. How it highlights your curves…pick up the pace a bit. Imagine it was someone else. Someone you wish was sfucking you right now. 

And suddenly, you were on top of Lilia. Your hand buried deep between her thighs and teasing her clit with steady storkes. “Fuck, Lilia…you drive me insane.” Your lustful gaze took in every twitch of her brows. “I could get lost with you forever.”

Her sigh was mixed with a laugh, “you’re just saying that.” She looked away to the side, exposing her neck to you. Which without second thought, you bite down on her muscle. Sucking hard and making sure you left a mark for the next morning. Lilia moaned loudly into the air.

 “I’m telling you the truth. You’re mine forever.” You growled against her skin, fingers digging into her hip and speeding up on her clit. “After the months of your tantrumns just for my attention, you have it all now.” You kept kissing all over her neck, going low to her collar bones. “You’re so perfect, Lilia.”

Her body started to tremble under your words. How simple everything you were doing was and yet how quick you were bringing her to the edge. “Please..” she gasped, anils scratching your shoulderbaldes. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re already ready to cum, hmm? So sensitive baby. Cum for me sweet thing.” Your words were in her ear.

Lilia moaned loudly into the room. Chest heaving rapidly as she came back to her senses. “And cut.” Your voice broke into the slowness of it. Rooting her back to the bed where when she opened her eyes, she was staring right at you. “It wasn’t that hard, now was it?” You still wore a shit-eating smirk.

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Chat I say this with my whole chest and will stand by it:

If jemily deadass happens this season I will never speak ill of the criminal minds writers ever again. Idk what the fuck they got going on this season but paget and aj are feeding jemily like no tmr rn like we are starved children for like 16 years.

That's my truth. I'm a sailor who sinks with her ship. I will drown if I must.

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YES THANK YOU AUDI😩😩😩 LIKE FUCK SHE SO BAD SHES SO TALL SHES SO CUTE SHES JUST AAAAHHG

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Bro. I just know it's big and I just want one chance to know how big big is😊

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2 bad bitches at the same damn time.

This images makes me wanna start crying and screaming in the freakiest way possible.

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I WANT TO MARRY HER 😭😭😭😭😭 HER VOICE IS COMPLETELY ADDICTIVE AAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

I WANT HER I WANT HER 😭😭😭 I'm going crazy

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Dread of Secrets

Jemily x OC (Natalie Hotchner) Warnings: AGE GAAAAAAPPP CUS EEEEEEHEHEHEHE, Natalie is 27, Emily is 55, and JJ is 45 Teasing, kissing, touching, Penelope secret dropping, some profanity, kinda humiliation kink?? summary: Natalie is Aaron Hothcner's younger sister (27) and for seven years she's kept a secret against the BAU, until the day Penelope Garcia slips up and all comes out. a/n~ and if I said this is me trying to clear out my drafts (there's 20 other unfinished stories staring at me) then what? HAs this been in my drafts since July 4, 2024? Yeah, but there's 2023 in here too😍

"Oh man! This is so gonna ruin the tour!" She laughed at her phone. For the day, Natalie had came to visit her second family at work. Even after her brother had finally retired, she was still welcomed back to the BAU any time.

Today was no different as she laid on JJ's couch in her office. The blonde had taken interest at the outburst. "What tour?"

"Justin Timberlake," Natalie was still laughing at the picture. Flashing the phone over so the older could see the mugshot. "He got a DUI. Shame that the cop didn't know who he was." She let the joke out.

JJ shook her head, "god I'm getting old." She laughed as well at the situation the pop star was in. But she went quiet at the scoff, her eyes looking past the phone to witness the end of an eye roll. "Oh? Someone's got a little attitude today?"

"If you were old you wouldn't be kicking ass as an FBI agent still. Now Rossi, that's a grandpa, but you Mrs. Jareau are far off from grandparent age." The young woman scolded. A serious look on her face this time, not the little playful smirk she always wore.

Right before JJ could process the behavior change she was gone. Already on a set path to Emily's office.

Knocking three times before just walking in and flopping on the couch. "Justin Timberlake got arrested," she said before engrossing herself into the screen once more.

Emily chuckled, "this is so gonna ruin the tour." She joked, never looking up from her case files. "You come from JJ's office?"

"Yeah, she was still in deep for her files. She's hot when she focuses," Natalie mumbled the second half. Hoping that there wouldn't be much thought given to her words.

Emily smirked to herself, agreeing entirely about her wife. "So how's Hotch?"

"Him and Jack are doing ok. He's worried about his upcoming birthday. Sixteen and he wants to go to an actual race track to race with friends." She briefly explained the old man's worries. "Jack in quiet asked me not to show up cause he wants to be the best racer there."

"You do know how to drive, how did you ever learn?" Emily finally looked over. Pleased when the visitor tore her eyes off the screen, a devious smile on her lips.

"If I told you, then you'd know too many of my secrets. And you know enough for who you are." She had a cocky look on.

"And who I am?"

"You are the woman who knew my brother well before you knew me." She simply mentioned. Knowing that she had more of Emily's loyalty than he did.

The woman shook her head and looked back down. "Fun way of calling me old." She threw back. And the groan caught her attention.

She was expecting a classic comeback. "You as well? Like I told JJ. Until you have grandkids who are well into their thirties, you're not really old. Old is like...seventy minimum. Plus, you're still kicking ass. Automatically that makes you younger."

Before Emily had the chance, she was gone. Already at the glass doors and turning towards Penelope's office. Emily however could only watch, thinking over the words.

She didn't waste another second before heading to JJ's office. Closing the door fully and drawing the blinds. At first the blonde was confused, what was happening? "Did you say something about age to Nat?" Emily started.

JJ nodded, "yeah and then she made a comment on how I'm not old till grandparent age and it was a little more..."

"Serious?" Emily quirked a brow. Getting a nonverbal confirmation. "You think everything is ok with her then? Usually she makes some comment and then she goes back to her phone."

"I don't know...maybe? Maybe her frontal lobe developed fully? Maybe that's why she's acting different?" JJ gave out the possibilities. "Her birthday did just pass?"

The idea was pondered, but then they both agreed it was something different. "She's been mature for awhile, this was different. She got upset when we called ourselves old?"

Meanwhile, Natalie had been laying on the floor in Penelope's office, going on about the two agents. "Unfortunately that's what I get for being born too late and for knowing what I wanted since I was sixteen."

"Oh sugar plum, I can tell you now. Nobody thinks you're too young here. You've been through enough that we all know you are mentally older than twenty-seven. Which only makes you roughly twenty years younger than those two." The blonde typed away at her computer. She knew all about Natalie's crush on the two woman. Always playing it down to just a measly school girl crush, but ever since her twenty-second birthday, she looked at them in a serious crush way. But never once acting on anything. "It's supposed to rain soon, you should head out. God knows you don't own an umbrella."

Natalie snickered before popping up. Placing a peck to the blondes cheek before walking out alone. Making stops all around to bid her goodbyes. Finding everyone mostly by their desks, except for Emily and JJ.

"She's in JJ's office," Tara had looked over towards her bosses door. "I bet they're talking bout you." She teased. Tara was one of the first team members to pick Nat apart, also the first to call her on it.

"Bet they talking bout yo' mama!" The brunette dropped before jumping down the small staircase. Earning a high five from Luke while passing.

He was laughing with pride, "she caught you lacking!" He pointed at Tara, who only rolled her eyes and dropped her focus back to work. "Damn she got you good," Luke sighed as his laughs subsided.

Natalie had shook her head at the two's ongoing battle. Leaving the room to find the only two she hadn't said goodbye to.

She took in a lot while walking up to the wooden door. How it was fully closed and the blinds were drawn. It must be something important, she figured. Knocking three times and waiting for someone to answer.

When she did open the door, she met Emily's brown eyes first. Noting how both seemed surprised to see her suddenly. "I was just stopping to say bye, I'm heading out. PG said it's about to rain."

"Oh," both had said at once. Earning a worried laugh from the younger.

"You guys ok? Seem a bit shocked to see me or something?" Natalie crossed her arms, an eyebrow quirking as she jumped to look between the two.

Emily stuttered out a few sounds first, "no. No. It was um just...you just seem more mature than usual today?"

"What? Because I told you both that you're not old I'm suddenly more mature?" She saw only humor in the situation. "If all it took was me saying you both aren't old for you to think I was mature I would've said it when I was sixteen. But I'm heading out and just wanted to say bye....so bye!"

And she was gone once more. Leaving the two to share a questioning look. Had they read her words right?

~

A little over a week had gone by and Natalie had played it a little safe. After both women seemed to take note of her behavior change, she couldn't go back anytime soon. Worried they would figure her out.

Only, a little text from Penelope made the worries no longer be worries but reality. I slipped up. She had said, and she didn't need to say more. Natalie knew what she meant.

The once peaceful night had suddenly crashed and Nat was in a world of panic in her apartment. Her phone on the coffee table as she walked laps around. There couldn't be any possible way that Penelope Garcia gave her away. What would even have been the context for her to come up like that?

"Nat come see you this week?" Emily popped her head into Penelope's bat cave. JJ had already been sitting in there and they were chatting.

Penelope, without much thought, was already speaking. "That girl would've been at either of your doors begging for your attention before coming to me." She laughed at her words, then instantly dropped her smile. Her head whipped around to look at the two.

They were both processing what that meant, and if they knew better, they knew. "What do you know?" JJ asked with a quizzical look.

Their blonde genius shook her head. "No. No, I've already spoken too much." She shut it down, keeping her eyes off either of them. One thing about Penelope was she could never look her favorite people in the eye and say no.

"Penelope," Emily warned lightly. She would be lying if she said she didn't want to know more. To know what the other knew. She caught Penelope's eyes, and felt satisfied when she sighed in frustration.

"Look, it's not from me....but maybe..she's got a thing for older women who may or may not specifically be you two." She let out, upset with herself for not being able to keep a secret just this once.

The two shared a look, reading what they were both putting down. And with two set smirks, they took their leave. Penelope was quick to pick up her phone once her door closed.

This was bad. This was so bad. Her nerves were working. They were working overtime like Emily had last week. Like JJ did just a few days ago. Natalie couldn't stop thinking of the two. How they knew she liked them. Oh god. They knew she liked them. Oh god. She needed to take something to calm her.

Natalie knew exactly what she needed. They would be strong. They would take her mind away from it. That's how the bag of cheeto puffs went from five down to three. Taking the time before it they hit to set herself up for success in her living room. A few snacks on a plate, a glass of water, a glass of juice, and a can of soda all set up. Her phone face down and on do-not-disturb.

She took a seat in the middle of the couch and let the craziness kick back up again. Emily and JJ knew she had a crush on them. What was she gonna do? How was she to face them? Would she ever be able to? How could Penelope?! Actually...it was Penelope. For her to keep it secret as long as she did was more of a surprise. Nat knew that the day she told her. It was like she was asking to eventually get caught. Was she?...oh god she so was! What was she thinking?! She should've told only Tara and taken the teasing!

Well...on a good note it was out in the air. Maybe she could joke about it. It would be pretty good. 'Oooh Nat how's your love life' someone would ask. 'Still pawning over two sexy agents?' And to which she would probably answer with a flirtatious remark of 'oh you know it' and would wink towards the two. It would make them laugh. Maybe they'd flirt back. 'You're too sweet' one would simply say. It would be equal to a crumb but she would eat it like a whole damn meal. If only though. A girl could dream.

She did dream matter of fact, quite a lot as well. The two seemed to always be in her dreams without her noticing. That warm feeling they always made her feel was present even when she was asleep.

There was a knock on the door. Natalie was going to answer it but her body felt so heavy. Like she was one with the couch. It didn't matter though, the door was opening up anyways. Her head rolled to see who it was and she was fucked.

She'd never been high in front of Emily or JJ. How was this getting worse and worse?! "You ok there?" JJ had smiled while setting her bags down, trying to mask the worry that seeped through.

"Are you spending the night?" Nat hummed, noting the bag. They only brought them in if they planned to stay closer to work. She never minded when they would surprise her with a little sleepover.

"Were you having a little movie party?" Emily took note of all the snacks. "With three drinks?"

"Yeah I like an assortment of drinks. The soda is to get a nice carbonation going, the water to cleanse the pallet, and the juice- mmmh the juice. It's a nice topper and refreshing." She explained to them. Pointing to each drink without making eye contact.

There was a silence, she figured they shared one of their looks they did. "You've been drinkin'?" Emily dropped the question rather abrupt. Rounding the couch a bit to actually see Natalie's face.

"No," She said quietly. Never in her life had she been thankful for dim lighting. That lamp was the best investment when she moved in.

JJ had set down the glass of juice after taking a sip, the glass clinking against the ceramic coaster. It made Natalie's eyes travel up the arm and to those beautiful blue eyes. Oh those eyes knew. She was doomed.

The woman squinted looking down at her. A hand coming to gentle hold her chin so Nat had no choice but to look up. JJ saw the slight droopiness. "Natty...are you..high?"

The youngest frowned and nodded. She was doubled fucked. Emily was take a back by that. She was processing that detail, but then she saw the bag on the corner. Picking it up and examining the three Cheeto puffs. Without thinking, and under the assumption the younger had smoked something, she ate one. Handing the bags over to JJ and sitting next to Nat on the couch.

"What'd you smoke out of?" Emily questioned, trying to find the source herself.

Nat shook her brown waves while reaching forward for the soda. "I didn't smoke, I had edibles. They were right over..." her eyes couldn't find the bag. She knew she was high but there was no way she'd misplaced the bag.

JJ sat down and set the bag with one Cheeto puff left down. Nat swore she was just being pranked. The cameras could've come out at any moment and shock her.

Her head fell back and her hands slapped over her eyes. "You both just ate a Cheeto puff." She whispered. It was more to herself than to them. "The edibles were the Cheeto puffs. Oh this night is so fucking bad." She sighed.

"The...oh we're gonna need more snacks." Emily laughed. She thought this was the funniest thing to ever happen this year. Emily herself wasn't a newbie to being high, she had her fair share of it. But everyone knew JJ didn't dabble at all. And the look of worry was plastered all over her face.

Both Emily and Nat got into the kitchen, shuffling around each other to get a bigger collection of snacks. Natalie reached up to a bowl for the chips, her body just not stretching far enough to get it. Emily saw and came up right behind her. Hand on her hip as she pulled down the bowl. The younger's jaw had slacked and she didn't know how to respond.

The kitchen light was lighter and a traitor to the home owner as she turned in Emily's grasp. "You're blushing, babe." She smirked, patting her hip twice before moving to look for chopsticks.

"They're in their own drawer now. We've started a collection." Nat had worked on autopilot, moving to get them. Yet, she was still stuck in the corner. She hated that they knew and she didn't know how to bring it up.

"Is the room supposed to be getting smaller?" JJ called from the living room.

"How strong were those things?" Emily laughed even more.

"Too strong." Was all she answered before following back to the living room. Ready to reclaim her spot in the middle. She placed her hand on JJ's knee, giving it a small squeeze. "You'll be floating in a few more minutes."

As she went to sit, her hand was pulled. Falling into JJ's arms as she hugged her. Holding her and burying her head into Nat's back. "How long does it last?"

The girl was a tomato at this point. "I...I couldn't tell you. Everyone reacts different." She managed. Feeling how the blonde readjusted them to be sitting and leaning back a bit. "JJ..."

"Bet you weren't expecting her to be overly affectionate did you?" Emily teased from her side of the couch, her eyes trained to the scene in front of her. "But you like it don't you?"

There. There was that teasing. The teasing that what seemed like ages ago she had thought would never happen. What the fuck was happening tonight?

Nat's breathing was normal but her heart was thumping ever so loudly. "What...what did she say?"

"Penelope told us..." JJ hummed from behind. Her nose in the crook of her neck now and taking a deep breath in. Exhaling slowly, letting her warm breath travel the skin. "You got a little crush going," JJ had answered. Her hands sliding to her waist and pushing Nat back into the middle of them. "Specially for two older women."

Oh it was so bad. Penelope would definelty be getting a lecture. She could've just said it was for older women. "Oh." She shifted to sit criss cross between them.

Emily stifled her laughter and place a hand on the others knee. "You're cute, ya' know? So when did it start?"

Natalie shook her head with her brows drawn together. "You're gonna question me about it? You knowing is already embarrassing enough. Also this is the worst movie night I've ever had." She was quick to hide her face again in her hands.

JJ was quick to wrap her arms back around the younger. "Can you really blame us for being curious Natty? See it from our eyes, we just found out what you've been known."

Natalie saw her point, her eyes peeked out and focused on the tv. "Seriously since I was twenty-two, but always since I was twenty."

"Seven years?!" Emily did a double take. Earning a soft, she almost had missed it, noise from the one in question. "How'd you even get that by us for so long?"

"Correction, I would've still gotten by if Penelope didn't say anything. And I grew up around Sean. I'm programmed to be sneaky." She dropped her hands, reaching for the remote to start looking for a movie.

The conversation dropped as the three all got comfortable on the couch. Natalie in the middle leaning against JJ as her legs were splayed over Emily's. They had found some Netflix original eventually and their night was set. Snacks being distributed as the intro began.

Eventually, each had slowly fallen asleep after the other as the show dragged on. Not even making it to the third episode.

The show played far off while they slept, but Natalie was a lighter sleeper than both of them. So when the faint explosion sounds filled the room, instantly she was up. Eyes still heavy from the edible.

She glanced around, taking in the dim surroundings and the two agents who were still out cold. Yet only now she was pulled back into JJ while Emily laid out on their legs, her arms wrapping around both outer thighs. The youngest sighed and shifted more into the position, a hand finding its self in the silver waves.

There was this blanket of warmth that draped over her in the moment. The two seemed ok with the crush, even as they cuddled her and gave her no out. She reveled in the feeling though, there was no telling if this would ever happen again. She sighed content and let herself drift back to sleep.

~

"Where do you think she found Cheeto puff edibles? Especially ones that strong," Emily had asked to her wife. The two had come back from the land of sleep and had agreed not to move till the one back in question woke up.

JJ have a half shrug, "you can find anything now and days. The real question is why she took them tonight of all nights."

"Maybe she knew before we came over. I mean really think about it, Penelope didn't mean to slip up so she would've probably sent a warning text. She's been crushing for seven years." Emily reasoned.

Only JJ laughed, "yeah and you waited over fifteen till you finally said anything about your crush. Then Penelope wouldn't drop it for days."

"It was like avoiding the inevitable. But we're not talking about us." Emily pushed off the embarrassing memories of running from her own crush. But looking at it now, she did get the girl in the end.

"Do you think it was cause she was nervous?" The blonde had proposed.

There was a grumble, "yes. You're both hot. Yeah I'm nervous." Natalie had began to stir awake. Only catching the end of the conversation as her eyes slowly blinked open. She inhaled sharply, finally coming through just enough to process. "And Emily had never been secretive, everyone knew she wanted you....well except you."

"Oh so you wake up instantly funny?" Emily pinched her thigh, earning the softest laughter she's ever heard from the younger.

"Mm-hmm, can't switch it off basically even in my dreams I'm a comedian." Nat had let her eyes flutter open on their own, finally seeing the raven-haired woman gazing up at her.

"And what are in your dreams?" Emily let a small, knowing smile grow on her lips.

"Well since I'm the topic, why'd you guys even show up?" She dodged the question, and then sat up. Her eyes looking down to Emily then glancing back to JJ. The two shared a similar look but it was hard to pick out for her.

As much as Natalie knew the two, they knew each other better and deeper. They knew every look and its meaning without fail. So she let out an exaggerated huff and detangled herself. Slipping from the couch and to her feet. When Nat turned, both women were staring with lust filled eyes. They finally took in her pajamas. The cut shirt hanging loosely around her shoulders and the plaid pajamas pants just barely teasing a tramp stamp.

Natalie was no fool to such stares, she's seen them continuously throughout her life. Yet, something about it being from the two women of her dreams seemed to be more intimidating than she expected. Her heart beat began to beat within her ears. "You're both staring."

"Natty...come back to us." JJ had patted the spot she left lightly. Blue eyes drowning out any opposing thought Natalie could think of, leaving her with nothing but to obey.

She cautiously climbed right back between them. Back once again to JJ's chest as Emily made herself even more comfortable on their legs. Staring through her perfect lashes up to Nat and meeting her warm brown eyes. The way they enticed her after each teasing joke.

"You really think we're attractive, baby?" Emily had lulled her head to the side. Needing to finally hear it from the girl, not that they needed any more confirmation. But all her answer was was a delayed nod. "Oh no, you could tell everyone else about your little crush, so tell us now."

"Please," Nat meekly got out. Her cheeks burning up at the demand. It was one thing talking to Penelope and Tara about the details, but to these two it felt like being dragged through the Rocky Mountains by a F-150. ( A/n: Y'all I love making jokes about f-150s).

JJ nuzzled her nose right behind the girls ear, hands slipping back under her shirt and around her waist. "You ever dream about us?" Her voice low and aged, it made Natalie's body shiver with desperation. Her cheeks only seemed to grow redder as they both stared her down.

And that's when Emily saw it in those caramel eyes. "This embarrasses you?" Her lips curled into a sinister smirk. Using her hands to push herself up, she got right to Natalie's eye level. "But that's whats turning you on right now isn't it? Being caught finally."

Nat's eyes glazed with an undeniable guilt. "I...I'm sorry..." She swallowed thickly, not knowing what there was to be apologizing for. Maybe because she knew these women as her step-dad's colleagues once. Maybe it's their age difference and how controversial this would all be. Maybe because she knew they were going to pull every string from her, figure everything out in five minutes tops.

Her body tingled as JJ's used her right hand to brush the deep sea of brown over to the other shoulder, placing a delicate kiss to the exposed skin. Watching as goosebumps rose instantly in her wake and all down the girls arms.

"Don't be sorry, sweetie...just tell us about it." JJ's hands tickled at her sides. The blonde always seemed so much more playful, but Natalie sought it out the same way she did Emily's teasing nature.

Emily hummed in agreement, leaning in yet she went past Natalie. It happened beyond her peripheral, but she heard the kiss. A soft whine just barely made it out her lips.

Natalie had a brief moment of clarity. She realized the situation she was in now. The woman she dreams of were caging her in and kissing next to her. Like they had something to celebrate suddenly.

Then the silver-haired woman kissed right next to where her wife had. "When did you realize?" She raised the first question, placing another kiss only closer to the rushing pulse.

Natalie shivered in their touches. "What part?" She whispered, it seemed her voice was slipping away from her. Her eyes staring directly off to the side, not brave enough to keep holding eye contact.

"The first time you realized anything for us." JJ answered this time. Letting her hands roam over the soft torso, enjoying the body heat under her fingertips.

Natalie was caught with a shaky exhale, searching deeply in herself for the courage to talk about this while they were all over her. Their sweet vanilla and deep cinnamon scents mixing becoming an intoxicating drink that should cost a fortune. It was expensive on both parts, Nat knew that. She's seen them buy their perfumes on several occasions. Never once though had she considered them this close in more than just a fleeting hug.

"The first day." Was all she managed, a whiny hum following as Emily squeezed at her thighs.

Abruptly, her head was forced to turn. Meeting the dark, almost black, eyes of the chief. There was the tiniest smirk of evil playing at her lips. "You ever kiss an older woman?" Emily asked again. Her obsidian gaze, hard and unbreakable, but full of curiosity. Natalie moved against the hand in a silent 'no'.

"You've never been with a woman, have you?" JJ's hands had found their way to hold Nat's wrist, pinning them into the couch lightly while always feeling the thundering heartbeat under her grasp. The idea of just talking Natalie through it was enough to sedate her for now, especially feeling how well it was working.

Emily watched as the embarrassment only seeped only further. The girls brows furrowed as her features began to frown and her eyes began to tear up.

Natalie tried to steady herself, never knowing she could get so worked up from just simple questions. It wasn't that this was a bad embarrassment...it was just one she didn't let get too far because of this exact reason. For the same reason her body rattled with her deep intake. "I..I've tried."

"You've tried?" The blonde woman hummed before pushing the youngest closer to Emily. JJ started to rearrange how she was sitting. Bringing her knees in and folding them under her , listening to the quiet whine of her jeans as they hugged around her legs.

Nat sat sandwiched between the married couple. Lips just slightly parting as she took in every tiny detail on Emily's skin. The faintest scars from her job being almost invisible. So lightly, "they just weren't either of you..." Her eyes flickered down to the growing smirk.

"Oh so you really wanted to hide this from us, huh?" Emily couldn't contain the constant teasing. She was falling in awe of that embarrassed look. "How many before you gave up?"

The brunette inhaled, eyes widening. The answer was embarrassing. Beyond what she already felt in this questionnaire. Natalie shook her head, jumping from her spot and finally feeling the coolness of her apartment once again. Her feet stumbling around the coffee table to get even more space. She was dazed entirely.

Both women stood as well, keeping their distance on the other side, but in the dim lighting they seemed like the hungriest of carnivores. "Natty...'s the answer that bad?" JJ's words were a dangerous growl.

Natalie's head snapped up at the creak of floorboards, her own step back being taken. "I don't like this game anymore." She so simply stated, eyes pleading to Emily.

"I bet you went on for years trying to forget us," the silver fox faked her hurt. Another step closer. "Was it more than five?"

Her hair shook swiftly with her head, eyes then going to JJ. Natalie managed her biggest puppy eyes, "Jayge..." her voice was nothing but a whine.

In a moment of hope, she saw how the blues eased up. Not thinking further of it, Nat approached the other. Stopping right when her feet were situated between JJ's. The security of the position heightening when arms wrapped around her and rested low. Natalie was positive she was free from the continuous questions. That this would be the moment where they pause and laugh about how tense it got.

"Be a good girl and answer our question."

Natalie let her jaw drop in shock. How she hated controlled expressions. Yet, the nick name whipped her entire thought process and once again she was left to feel her voice slip away. Her big brown eyes gawked up. With a shaky hand, she raised one finger.

"Only one woman?" JJ tilted her head slightly, earning a slow nod. "You kiss her?" A shake of the head. "Did you want to?" Another shake. "Have you ever kissed a woman?" A long, silent beat passed.

A shake of the head.

"Do you wanna kiss JJ?" Emily's warm breath breezed passed her ear. She had made her way over quietly as the two were trapped in their own moment. "You wanna kiss my wife, don't you Natty?"

Her chest rose and fell deep. Nat only glanced down for a second. It was fleeting really, but when she looked up, the two were flush against her. Officially trapping their prey in her inevitable end.

JJ brought a steady hand to cup the girls cheek. Staring down at her with such a fauxed innocence. "It's ok if you do, sweetheart. You just gotta use those pretty words and tell us, yeah?"

Natalie swallowed thickly. Taking a second to let the words come back to her. It was intriguing how the two literally stole her ability to speak. "I do...I wanna kiss you.." Her voice quivered.

"Good girl," they both purred. The sounds wrapped her up for certain now. She was theirs, she always has been. It was just a matter of when they'd notice.

"Well, go on then. Kiss her." Emily nudged slightly. The eager lint in her voice only obvious to JJ. Her dark brown eyes tracing from the side as Nat leaned into the blonde.

Her shaking hand coming from her side to bring JJ down closer. Keeping the slightest distance for her to call the joke now, but it was her lips crashing to Nat's that made it all real.

Natalie's heart was deafening as it felt like heaven. JJ had soft lips, they knew how to lead a kiss with care and ease. Like they knew how fragile this moment was for all three of them. It was the start of what they would only find out later.

It was the groan of Emily that brought Nat back from the kiss. Reluctantly, she had pulled back and stared star-dazed up at JJ before spinning in the middle to face the other. Taking a step right into the blonde as she saw how primal Emily gawked at her. Ready to eat her entirely in one bite.

"Ya' know, it was Em who wanted you first? When you first came to the office, she just couldn't stop asking about you. Wanted to know all about you Natty. The littlest Hotchner." JJ had the firmest grip on the others hips, holding her to her spot. It contradicted how delicately she spoke about the memory.

Natalie let her eyes grow impossibly wider, "really?" It was an exhale more than a whisper. Her own disbelief becoming completely seen. "But..you weren't there the day I came in?"

"No, I was still with Interpol, but the picture Penelope sent me was enough for me to know everything I needed. You looked so perfect in that dress you had made, making sure you were seen. I almost flew that afternoon to try and meet you." Emily sounded almost winded as well. Finally speaking the same things she did to JJ that night over call.

"I thought I was going to have to fight for my spot as her wife still." JJ joked from behind, seemingly the only one not panting for her life. "But then I got to know you so well Natty."

"She would tell me everything about you until I came back. Then I finally got to meet you myself. I remember how you stared at me at your brother's resignation party." Emily let a hand brush over the others hair, sliding to hold her cheek possessively. "Baby, you were never slick about this crush."

Nat froze in fear. Seven years of being played had to be the icing on the embarrassment cake. They always knew? "No way..." She furrowed her brows, her lips frowning as tears began to pool in her eyes. "But...then.."

"It's too cute seeing you try to hide it." Emily leaned in, planting a kiss to the escaped tear. Licking the salty liquid from her lips and humming in approval. "I bet you are just the sweetest, aren't you?"

She raised a hand to Emily's chest and took a very sharp breath. It cleared her mind just enough, "I think we need to pause. I need a minute." Natalie was serious in such a polite way somehow. Physically shuddering as both women back off.

"What's wrong Natty?" JJ was instantly concerned and infant of the younger as she took a step into her own space.

Natalie didn't really know how to express still being a virgin. She knew these two were ready to pounce and take everything she'd give up, but she just didn't want this to her just being some toy in their marriage.

"What...what is happening?" Slipped and her glassy, big doe eyes shined in the living room lighting. "Are...are we about to..."

JJ and Emily instantly knew what the hesitation was. "Oh sweetheart we don't have to rush into anything if you don't want. If you're not ready for anything we can take it slow." The silver haired woman explained first.

"Never would we want you uncomfortable. If this isn't what you want then it won't happen till you want." JJ reassured, watching it work as the younger eased up and stood more loosely. "What do you want?"

Natalie thought for just a moment. She wanted them, yes, but she wanted to be the third to their marriage. If they would let her in that far. She wanted to be the face they came home to after a case or long day at work. But those were all long run objectives. Right now, she wanted to start something new.

"I want to kiss Em and then just talk?" She seemed to be asking if they also were ok with that.

The room bubbled in quiet laughs and just that happened. Emily stepped closer and gave Natalie the lead to lean in first. Making sure this is what she did want. But when their lips met, Emily instantly lost all restraint and pulled Natalie in tightly, deepening the kiss just slightly.

JJ from behind shook her head at her wife before patting her shoulder to remind her about the conversations literal seconds ago. Then she disappeared into the kitchen. Leaving the two to break away and stare with smiles.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Natalie confessed. Sighing as she knew her words were true. Her eyes glittered with such affection, Emily knew she would have to seriously talk to JJ at home.

And when the other came back, she saw the look in Emily's eyes. It was one she saw directed at her for years. She could already hear the conversation for later and she knew it would be an ease agreement.

JJ found a spot on the couch, just like the one she had earlier, and patted the cushion next to her. Getting both sets of brown eyes napping out the trance, and suddenly all the love and affection was directed to her.

Both wasted no second before all sitting close on the sofa. Silently admiring each other instead and it was peaceful. So peaceful, Natalie let her head roll back and her eyes close. Her chest rising as the air filled her lungs.

"How long will this last?" She asked into the chilled air. Not to anyone in particular, more like she was asking the universe. "Don't let it ever end."

JJ and Emily shared a knowing glance, their thoughts entirely synced up. "Natalie." Emily called first, bringing the younger's head forward and being captured by her adoring eyes. "Let us take you to dinner."

Her head tilted to the right, "Like a date?"

JJ chuckled, "exactly like a date, hun."

She was quiet, acting like she had anything to think about. "Make it somewhere pretty, I know exactly what to wear." Her smile was shining as her cheeks began to warm once more.

~ "Have you noticed the change in their wardrobes in the past few months?" Penelope was burning through the glass window of Emily's office. She leaned against Tara's desk and knew she wasn't the only one to notice the change.

"Maybe they're trying something new. It's hardly different...just way more..." Tara was trying to figure it out. She had noticed how much more expensive both had began looking.

"Possessive girlfriends?" Natalies voice came from behind the two. "Yeah, as a fashion designer, I had some say in the shopping trip. Should've seen them at dinner the other night though," She blew out before walking past. Spinning and leaving the two with a wink before disappearing into the office with the two as well.

Penelope and Tara were left speechless as they watched the blinds close. They turned to each other with jaws on the floor as they had clearly been left out on a very important conversation.

"We defenitly need to bring her out to a girls night and pull those answers from her." Tara spoke first.

"I can do Friday night." Penelope was already conjuring up a text. They were going to leave no choice for the woman, even if they had to show up to her house. They were getting their answers.

[mandy-asimp]

Hi! If you’re taking request, could I request Agatha Harkness x reader please? Where reader is dancing around home, headphones in, eyes, closed, singing as loudly as they please to their favorite song while she is cleaning? Agatha is in the doorway watching reader with a loving smile on her face

Basement of mysteries

Agatha Harkness x reader

Warnings: alcohol usage, language, teasing, a brief smut, drug usage (edibles), oh carol lowkey was the victim to portraying the asshole unfortunately the plot called for it, oh age gap like of almost twenty years

Songs mentioned throughout: All My Heart by Sleeping with Sirens, Dance for You by Beyoncé (thank you Beyoncé for letting me write this), Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

A/n: if you can't tell based on how I wrote this I'm so ready for summer😔 I hope this is to your liking anon

You had just walked across the stage, grabbing that degree you worked four long tedious years for. You were finally free from the grasp of Westview University and now it was onto the actual world. Although, as of now you were running in heels to hug your mother, Wanda. Laughing as she had the happiest tears rolling down her cheeks as you had done it.

Her oldest child is finally an adult and no longer her baby girl. “I’m so proud of you, detka!” She squeezed you tightly. “I always knew you would make it far, and you only have further to go.”

Your cheeks heated, “thank you mama! But I couldn't have done it without all of your guy’s support,” You pulled your father into a hug next. “And your money!”

Vision had really laughed at that one. “It’s a blessing there's still eight years till the twins go. Now it’s just a matter of putting that degree to a good cause.”

Your head nodded eagerly, “it will not be wasted, pinky promise.” You held up your small finger and beamed widely, only to lose it as your younger brothers attacked you and almost knocked you over. 

“Does this mean you’ll finally be back home?” Tommy had so eagerly asked. In his eyes he would finally have some real competition for gaming with you home again. “I need someone who actually can stand a chance against me in video games again!”

“Hey!” Billy had frowned.

You threw your head back in laughter, “please! You don’t stand a chance against me in any game. But I’m pretty sure mama and pops got rid of my room so you,” your finger playfully jabbed into his chest, “could have your own room?” Your eyes were back up to your parents who wore guilty smiles.

“They grew so fast and you had left the nest…can you really blame us?” Wanda had given a nervous chuckle. It did raise the question where you would stay since giving up your apartment.

“She can stay in my spare room for the summer,” an all too familiar voice echoed behind you. It rang in your ears.

You were instantly back to your full height and spinning, the biggest smile plastered on your face. “Aggie!” You threw yourself into a crushing hug. 

Agatha Harkness was your next door neighbor and your mother’s best friend in Westview. You considered her one of the most important people in your life. She helped you through so much more than she had to. When the twins were born and you needed peace and quiet, you’d be at her dining table while she worked in her basement.  She even had let you spend a few nights when things were a little rough at home with the two boys. 

But what really sealed her importance to you was once you hit sixteen, you were a real teenage girl. You had snuck out while on the worst grounding of your life for a party. Yet, your plans had backfired and hit south by your third drink. You knew your mother would’ve let you have it after making sure you were safe, but Agatha didn’t. She came to get you and was beyond worry. She let you stay that night, and the next afternoon she brought you back home and made up some lie for you.  

“I’m so proud of you, hun.” She whispered into your ear and it only made your heart stutter in your chest. The words made your hold tighten just a little more before pulling away. 

“Well, when I had your help it was cake work. This is our degree technically.” You felt your cheeks warm even more under her gaze. You then turned to face your family again, stepping over slightly so Agatha was included. “But, as lovely as having an actual room and not a living room couch sounds, I couldn't possibly. I have at least ten tubs full of clothes…”

Wanda’s brows furrowed tightly. “And where did you acquire all these clothes?!” She honestly wanted to believe you to be exaggerating but knowing her own daughter, you weren’t.

You only flashed a toothy smile, “I did a lot of thrifting in my free time here! I just assumed I’d be able to store most of it in the basement? Unless you already did something to the basement?”

“It’s our hangout spot!” Billy beamed. “Whenever we have our friends over it’s easier to keep us all in the basement than scattered in the rooms!”

You raised your rows at the twins who were already pulling up pictures to show you. “Wow…so I left for two years and you renovated the entire house basically?” You were obviously teasing your parents who were reduced to stuttering trying to defend themselves. Your hair only shook as you looked at Agatha again. “Are you sure you’re willing to give up your sanctuary to let me stay? I promise I'll find somewhere as soon as possible!”

“Hun you have always been more than welcomed in my home. Well store everything in the garage since it's more than empty. Ralph cleared it all out during the divorce.” She planned already, knowing there was more than enough space for you to store all ten tubs of clothes and then some. “All you have to do is abide by the rules and we will have no issues.”

You frowned at her for a brief second, she still had her silent rules. You figured at this point she’d be done with whatever it was she was always working on. “You’re still in that basement?”

“It’s a study that takes more than a few years,” she laughed it off. 

You wanted to follow along, but you honestly had no idea what study she could be commencing in her own home like that. So, without further questions you agreed to comply. “Ok, deal. Now though, as we stand in this setting sun, we should go get dinner. Tomorrow is going to be a day full of moving out!”

“And where would you like to go, prodigy of mine?” Vision raised the question. After all, this was your day. Whatever you wished was their command. Yet by the smirk that grew on your lips they knew the answer already. 

It was Wanda's turn to shake her head. “Alright, then we should get going before it gets too busy. Boys you’ll ride with us and Agatha can ride with your sister.”

There was a fit of protest from the two as they reluctantly followed your parents. Leaving you and Agatha to walk to your car on the other side. At first it was silent, mostly because you had no idea what to really say. But once you were driving with your music softly playing, you found it.

“You know, I did mean it. Besides mom and dad you really were my biggest support. And honestly…don't tell mama, but I think you were tied with her. I relied a lot on you and you never gave up on me. This is our degree Ags.” Your words were sincere and you spoke them so delicately.

“You credit me too much hun, you did all this. We just helped when you needed it.” She tried to discredit herself from your praise. Truly not thinking much of it.

It was when you rolled to a red light you turned to face her. Catching her blue eyes already on you. “Agatha. I’m serious. I wouldn't have made it this far as easily without you. The nights you stayed on the phone to keep me focused on writing papers? The amount of times I quoted you and was able to be at the top of my game? It was all thanks to you, really.”

And in your eyes she could see how much you really wanted your words to get through to her. “I’m glad I could help you then, especially since it all paid off. Now…what’s your plan?”

“Enjoy my summer before I have to get to the real work. I’ve done enough future thinking within the last four years that I’ve missed some summers.” You sighed in relief at the thought of doing absolutely nothing for the next two or three months. 

Agatha chuckled at that, knowing you really did mean it. “So what? You’re just gonna lay around my house all summer?” Your head eagerly bobbed. She let out another laugh and then the silence took back over. 

That night you had enjoyed dinner with your family. Catching up on the last months where you had told almost nobody about what it was you were working on. Telling your parents about all the work you had actually done to graduate with the top five of your class. Although, these were things Agatha had already heard about and listened with a content smile to her lips. The boys had asked you many questions about what it was like and along with what half the words you were saying were. All to which you answered with ease as they saw the glimmer of genius in your eyes. 

Even as you had gone back to your apartment for one last night, you couldn’t help the giddiness of finally being done with college. And you assumed neither could your friends as they had texted you by nine to come out with them. You weren’t going to pass up one more night with your closest friends.

“And in walks the prodigy!” Kate had beamed, dragging you to the tall table that had shots waiting for you. “Drink! Then greetings!”

You did, you threw back the two shots that had your name written all over them before being slid a purple mixed drink. “This is going to be our best night. No doubt. We finished and are actually holding degrees.” You were all ready to confess the secrets you've kept for four years.

“Are we finally getting to know the secrets on how you finished in the top five out of everyone?” Yelana raised a challenging brow. She was the first one to grow suspicious that you were always cheating on your papers to make them damn near perfect. 

You blushed at the thought of Agatha, “I had a little help is all I'll start with. And that helps name is Agatha Harkness.” Prying eyes grew curious as you ended with taking a sip of your drink. Face contorting at how strong it really was. 

“Double shots all night long baby!” America beamed as she took her own sip. “And this, Agatha, will we ever get a face to the name or are we just supposed to believe that's what you call ChatGPT?”

You threw your head back in a laugh. “You got me! No, Agatha is my mom’s best friend and our next door neighbor. I would call her when typing papers if I ever had a question, then she would stay on the phone with me while I typed the entire paper in one night. She was just someone who always kept me on track.”

“You got the hots for your neighbor, don't you?” Yelena called you out instantly. She knew your tells so easily, along with your type. The darkening crimson confirmed her accusation. 

“Oh, this just got ten times more interesting. So when you went home all those weekends, was it just to spend time with her?” Kate joined the teasing game.

Your head shook in disbelief they picked you apart so easily. “I’m only two shots in and this conversation is definitely for when we’re all drunk giggling.”

“What's a conversation for drunk giggles?” Cassie had finally arrived, taking her shots without missing a beat. “Congrats prodigy, you actually held your spot as number one!”

“She has a crush on her next door neighbor, who’s also her mom’s best friend, who also fed her everything to hold that spot as number one.” Kate was quick to spit out the facts that had already been covered. 

“If we get you drunk enough will you call her to come get you so we can all meet her?” Cassie never missed the chance to tease you. “Does this also explain why you refused to get any girlfriend here on campus?”

There was a collection of realization in the form of gasps. “Oh you’re so getting wasted and talking more about this woman. Do you have a picture?” America leaned closer to you, her finger landing on your phone.

Which to your luck was a picture of you and Agatha from a few summers ago. It was her learning over while you balanced on her back taking the picture through the bathroom mirror. It was from the night you had gotten into a small argument with you mom, it was over something so stupid but you couldn’t remember what. All you remember was going to her house and spending the night laughing over the stupidest things together. 

“Oh! Is this her?!” America snatched your phone, bringing into the group circle you were left out of as they all examined the woman. “You got more pictures of her?”

You stared with your lips pressed into a tight smile. “You guys don’t know what privacy is.”

“And you don’t know what sharing details is. She's hot, and assuming that this is on the lock screen, there's definitely an album dedicated to her.” Yeleana was the one to hold the phone next, making your blood run cold as you knew she knew your password. You no longer stood a chance.

So, you downed the rest of your drink in one go before rushing to the bar to get another round of shots for everyone and another drink. Coming back to them all with their hands folded and knowing looks. You handed out the shots before letting them continue to eat you alive.

“To graduation, ladies.” You raised up both your shots and led them through it. Pushing the now empty glasses into the middle and homing another drink. 

“Over three hundred photos together.” Kate stated. She tried to fight the laughter that begged to break free as her brown eyes glittered with the taunts she had lined up. “That’s more than my album. And I’ve been around since freshman year continuously.”

“And she’s been around longer.”

“The earliest picture you have with her is from your high school graduation. You do see how this makes your crush look?” Cassie was still scrolling through all the pictures. One in particular caught her attention. “Explain this one to us, like in great detail.”

The phone turned and you were greeted with a picture of you on her back once more. It was a little more blurry as you were clearly fake screaming with a smile. Agatha was also caught mid scream in the photo. You didn’t answer right away as you tried to remember how you actually accumulated the moment.

“Oh so you were drunk? So it’s a natural thing to call her while you’re influenced, huh?” America didn’t even need to think twice about her words. She knew how forgetful you were when really drunk. “You’ll call her tonight right?”

You felt too hot under this spotlight. “I don’t know why I kept you all around this long. You’re all invaders, you know that right?”

Yelena, stared at you the longest in this moment. “You need a little push.”

“No!” you protested, but it was far too late. The other three were holding you back as the blonde was already searching through your contacts. The phone hit her ear and you felt mortified at the suddenness of all this. “Yelena, hang up the fucking phone!” You cried, still fighting against the holds. 

“Hi! Yes, is this Agatha? Yes! Yeah, she's perfectly fine but she wanted to invite you out for drinks!” And as the conversation kept going, you felt your heart rattle your ribs. There was no escaping this anymore, they were going to embarrass you and force your confession. “Great! We’ll see you soon then!” 

You stopped moving and were in complete disbelief. “You’re a bitch.”

“You love us, and you’ll thank us!” She beamed her bright smile as the phone was finally back in your grasp. “Besides, she sounds nice.”

“I need something stronger.” You were no longer in this reality. You couldn’t be.

“Are you sure you wanna be drunk in front of her?” America twirled her straw as she wore such a taunting smirk. “What if you slip up and say something provoking?”

The idea crossed your mind. You pondered everything that you could say and everything they could say. You loved your friends more than anything, that was clear, and they loved you just as much back. They wouldn’t let you say anything that would really be detrimental to any of you. They weren’t that evil. “Fuck it.”

By the time Agatha had arrived, your group was all feeling the buzz of each drink and shot. You were mid sentence when you caught the slight elbow Kate gave Yelena. Your eyes narrowed before whipping around to find the woman of the night. Her blue oceans drowning you in seconds flat as she got closer. 

“As we live in breath, the walking ChatGPT!” Kate grinned as she came closer to you. “You must be the famous Agatha Harkness? I’m Kate!” She was quick to get her name and hand out. 

“And let me guess, Cassie, Yelena, and America?” She pointed to everyone. Agatha had taken her spot right next to you at the table. “This one here has told me many stories about you all.It’s nice to finally see the faces all in person.”

America hummed, “And yet we just found out about you tonight. She likes her secrets, especially when they make her seem so smart.” 

“We should get you a drink!” You interfered with the line of questions that was inevitable. “‘M assuming your classic order?” You didn’t need her to confirm anything, you already knew her answer.

“That would be nice, thank you hun.” She flashed that inviting smile as you skipped away. Although, you wished you had the right mind to not leave her with your friends. 

You were leaning against the bar so simply waiting for the bartender. Not paying any mind to anyone around you as you picked at your baby pink acrylics. Your mind was full of Agatha without you realizing. She smelt better than you’ve ever remembered. The deep hints of cinnamon were paired nicely with maybe honey, you didn’t get enough to really tell. But all you knew was you wanted to fall into the scent so bad. Then there was her hair, it was free from the styling of earlier. It was just those dark waves that could wash away any issue you felt. 

“And what is a pretty thing like yourself doing at a bar all alone?” A voice came into your ear, along with a body pressed to your back. Whoever it was was radiating warmth, their voice low and full of mischief. Your head turned so slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of the blonde loose curls. “Aren’t you just a cutie?”

“I’m not alone…” You had managed out, turning back to the bar top and accepting the dark drink. “I’m here celebrating with friends.” Fully turning, you got a better look at the woman. Her eyes were a striking brown and her smile was bright like the sun. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen her somewhere but maybe that was just the drinks. 

“And what are we celebrating tonight?” She leaned in closer. Her perfume, although you questioned if it was a cologne, invaded your smell. Heavy musk wrapped around you in an alerting way.

“Graduation. I’m free from the grasps of college finally!” You couldn’t help the grin you flashed at her. Talking about it still felt like a dream, one you finally lived out. “I’m a prodigy as my friends would say. Which I should get back to them.”

“No, no, stay a little longer with me. What’s the rush? Got someone at that table already for you?” Her question rang in your head, bouncing off every other thought you had. “I’m Carol.” 

You giggled, “like Carol Danvers?” It was meant to be a joke.

“That would be me, what? I have a reputation or something?” Her soft smile turned to a wicked grin, like she knew that answer already.

The gasp escaped you before you could stop it. You were a freshman when you heard all about the infamous Carol Danvers. For as smart as she was, she loved to drag other girls into her trouble. Always finding a way to turn all the consequences away from her. Now you understood how they always fell into her trap, she was so confident it was hard not to want to go with her. Especially when her hand had snuck its way around your waist and brought you flush against her.

“So, pretty girl, what’s it gonna be?” She was right there, almost giving you no option.

“There you are!” Agatha’s voice pierced through the tension. Her sharp eyes questioning you and the situation. “Is that my drink hun?” She pointed to the glass that was pressed into your exposed chest. Agatha noted how flushed it was up close. Lost for words, you nodded and turned to hand it over. Your words choking you was honestly a blessing, you would so much rather be dead than in this spot.

“And who’s this?” Carol raised a curious brow, eyes raking over Agatha and sizing her up. In her head, the older woman was absolutely no match for her. She would be dragging you to her bed in a matter of minutes.

“Agatha Harkness, dear!” Her name was delivered with a cunning smile. “And who might you be?” 

“Carol Danvers.” Was all the blonde said. Her fingers tightened on your waist. “We were just about to get out of here.”

Your jaw dropped to say anything, but alas not a single sound came out. Only a pleading look filled your eyes as you never broke your gaze from your neighbor. To Agatha, you looked absolutely frightened as the woman tried to pull you closer to her. “I dunno, looks like she would rather stay here with her friends and I. You know, her girlfriend.”

The title finally made you give a quiet squeak. You must’ve been burning up, or the room had to be scorching. It felt like a fire was ignited right beneath you. 

“Her girlfriend?” Carol clearly didn’t believe such a claim. “And what's someone like you doing with someone so young?”

“That’s not something you need to know. Now. Take your dirty paws off her.” Agatha was tired of playing nice. Her patience ran thin the moment she had turned to see you pinned against the wooden counter. 

“Or what? I’m sure she can make decisions for herself.” She didn’t seem to know what backing down was. Nor did she seem to know who she was messing with.

You however, knew exactly what Agatha was capable of and tonight you really didn’t want to be kicked out the bar. “Ags…let's just get back to the table.” You tried to break into the intensity of their staring match, failing miserably by how quiet you spoke. 

The brunette stepped closer to you, no..closer to Carol. A deep glint of something flickered and you just could feel how horrible this was about to go. You had to be the one to stop this. Your hand had placed itself to Agatha’s chest, stopping her from coming any closer. You could feel her heart drumming against her chest.

“And look at that, she's made her choice to leave the old hag.” Carol’s words slipped past your ear and it was milliseconds from the nastiest bar brawl you would’ve ever witnessed.

Agatha tried to get closer, but you managed to be faster. Grabbing her free hand and immediately dragging her away. First was to the table to set her drink down, and then was the bathroom. You pulled her in and locked the door behind you. 

“No, let me give that dumb blonde a piece of my mind! If she thinks she can talk to me like that and walk away without a scratch- oh boy is she wrong!” Her hands clenched at her sides as she attempted to step around you.

“Ags…” you whispered. Brows furrowed as you looked ready to sob. Maybe those shots between the call and her arrival weren’t the best choice. “Let it go..Carol Danvers is known to start problems. You don’t want to be tied to anything she has to do, you quite literally won’t win.”

She let a sharp breath out her nose. “And what? You know everything about her from the few minutes she had you? Doesn’t it make you upset she would just pull that on you?” You could feel the anger radiate off of her.

You stepped into her space, grabbing ahold of both her hands and squeezing them. “Carol Danvers has a reputation. It precedes her everywhere she goes. That is why I’m telling you, she is not someone you want to fight with. I’ve seen girls move countries because of how bad Carol did them.”

“So she just gets to walk around and do whatever and whoever?” Agatha couldn’t see the logic behind all of this. Your head sluggishly nodded. “That’s bullshit.” You nodded once more.

“It’s graduation night Ags..let it be a thing of the past now. There are drinks calling both our names, can't you hear them?” You gave her hands one more squeeze before dropping them, giggling as you began to whisper her name like a ghost while unlocking the door. But then abruptly you were back to facing her. “And you’re not an old hag. That would mean you’re unattractive…and say what you will, but I’m the one who's staring at you.” Then you were gone.

Agatha was left in the bathroom, blinking a few times at your words. You didn’t leave any room for a second guess, she knew what you had said without saying it straight on. Her heart skipped a single beat. It couldn’t handle the idea of it. She needed a drink for sure now.

~

You had no idea what the hell was happening. They kept handing you drink after drink. They claimed (from what you could gather) was because you had Agatha to get you back to your apartment, you had no limit anymore. And their last college wish was to see you on the verge of blackout.

“I dunno guys,” you mumbled as you swirled the straw in Agatha’s glass. “I think Imma miss college?” Your eyes were glassy as you stared at the four girls. 

Kate, just as equally drunk as you, “why because you wont get to sneak home for anymore weekends?” She giggled as your head snapped up and you gasped. “What? Am I wrong or am I right! You yourself said this was a conversion for drunk giggles, and I’m pretty drunk and so are you. So spill sista!”

“I liked going home for the weekends because it meant I was in a work free environment and had no pressure on me. I could finally sleep.” You began to think of all the weekends spent in Agatha’s house. “Especially when Ags would humor me and go along with everything…Did I ever tell you guys about the one picture?”

America smirked and reached for your phone, slipping it to Yelena to unlock it. “And which photo are you particularly talking about?”

You hummed and were handed back the open device. Without thinking you just went through your camera roll, more specifically the album dedicated to the woman next to you. That was the night Agatha had found out you had a decent amount of photos of her. But then you stopped and clicked on one.

It was from the weekend you had come home and showed up on her front step in tears. She had held you the entire night as you cried out all your stress from classes. You had told her you felt like you weren’t good enough no matter how hard you worked on everything. Even with her help, nothing was right and you were wrong for pursuing the degree. That it all felt like a big path to absolutely nowhere but failure despite everything you’ve done. Eventually you had fallen asleep in her arms and she just decided to carry you to her bed. 

When she had tried to leave you in her bed, you had let out a whispery cry and your body shuddered. She swore to herself that she would only stay for a few more minutes and leave once you were deep asleep. Only, she had fallen back to sleep herself and it was something about holding you that night that kept her deeply out.

You slid the phone to your friends who all shared a knowing look. “Tell us about it.” Yelena sipped her beer. Her green eyes hard on Agatha as the woman only stared at you, eager to hear what you were going to tell them. As she herself didn’t even know the story.

“You remember the week where everything was going to shit?” You started.

“The same week you had missed one class and thought your professor was going to hate you forever?” Cassie pulled the week to the front of everyone’s mind. They only knew the light part of it and talked you down from the academic ledge you were on.

“Yes! That was the week where I didn’t tell you guys that I actually was going through a life crisis! So I went home and not to my mom, it was like two in the morning by the time I drove back. Not that my mom wouldn’t have comforted me, she would’ve, but she just wouldn’t have understood any of what I was talking about. Ags would’ve since she had  been a part of a lot of my work. She was holding me super tight when I woke up. So I took the picture. Kept it secret too. She’s an amazing cuddler.” You storied before taking a long moment to stare at the picture, a smile growing wider with each second. “Yeah, I’m an amazing secret keeper.”

Kate held up an imaginary mic, “and Agatha? Your side of this story?” The table's attention, including yours, turned to the woman. Sparks of excitement danced within their eyes.

The brunette, caught off by the full attention, could only look to you for help. But you were the most wonder-filled gaze she could stare at. You were trying to really take in every detail of what she would say. “I was awoken by her calling, asking to be let in. I just wasn’t expecting her to throw herself into my arms right away.”

“She never throws herself at us,” Yelena sighed, a joking hurt behind her true words. “I mean truly, the last time she cried to any of us was that day, which was back in sophomore year. Must be more special than us, Harkness.”

You chuckled, “bold of you to assume you were even in the same league.” Your brows danced to taunt as your lips hugged around the straw. Only to laugh at the paper wrapper being thrown at you. “You all have respectable spots on my council!”

“And where is she in the government?” America baited, it was too perfect.

“Vice president obviously. We've been hand in hand since the start of the campaign!” You grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers and holding it up for them to all see.

It was Agatha who chuckled this time, hers was nothing like yours though. It was warmer and coursed through her entire body. Dragging you into the sound without fail. “And since when did you get an entire government?” Your hands fell back down but didn’t separate.

“When I won the election last year. Keep up Ags.” You giggled in response.

The four girls had cheered though, bringing you back to where you actually were. “She’s actually drunk! Giggling and shit!” Kate seemed pleased with herself for keeping you going. “Haven’t seen this side of you since freshman year welcome week.”

“Oh my God! That was such a bad choice!” You instantly turned to Agatha, ready to tell her the entire night. Only, you seemed to lose your balance and she caught you around the waist. A fit of laughs came tumbling from your lips. “I’m really fucking drunk.” You managed out. Your friends were joining your fit within seconds.

Although once one of them had managed to get it together, so had the rest of you. “I think that means it's time to call it before you can barely stand alone.” Yelena had concluded, raising her half full beer up. “Bottoms up!”The glasses clinked and you all made your way to pay out your bills. Bidding goodbyes once outside and heading in separate directions.

You wondered though, how many times Agatha had driven herself home after drinks to be this smooth with it. It was like she had hardly even drank, which wasn’t true as you watched her have a few drinks. “Are you gonna stay or drive back to your hotel room?” You whispered into the quiet car, although your eyes were focused on the town going by. 

“Probably back to my hotel room hun, that’s where all my stuff is anyways.” She let her gaze jump between you and the road. “Why? What’s going on in that head?”

Your lungs filled with a deep breath, letting it all escape in a sigh. “I enjoy any time I spend with you Ags…I always get sad when it’s over. I’m just usually better at hiding it. I was actually really glad Yelena had called you, it meant you finally got to meet my friends. They’re all truly amazing people.”

A soft laugh tumbled from her lips, “you're vulnerable when drunk, huh? How about this, we can stop at the hotel, I’ll check out, and then we can go back to your apartment?” She adored the way your eyes lit up like the night sky. 

~

Agatha woke first, feeling a weight keeping her to the mattress. Her blues had traveled their way from the white ceiling down to you, tucked tightly into her side and one arm folded up while the other draped across her exposed tummy. How blissful your skin on hers felt. You were an absolute treasure…she always had known that. But you were Wanda’s pride and joy, which meant you would always be out of reach for Agatha. Despite the fact she knew of your little crush on her.

She honestly always scolded herself for ever thinking that there was a world where she could have you. It was wrong on so many levels really. You were hardly an adult. You are her best friend’s child. She was nearing her forties now. Yet…she still dared to dream. 

Her mind would run wild with all the possibilities. What it would be like to have you always around in her home. To continue to wake up with you tucked under her arm, radiating your sleepy warmth into the usually cold room. You were the source of her happiness and it would be something she would never tell you. Scared of the issues her issues would cause for the both of you. So, her life with you would stay tucked away for her nights alone. 

Agatha soaked you in while you slept. Engraving it all into every nook and cranny of her brain. Around all the knowledge she knew, around every nerve that told her to breathe, around it all. She never wanted to leave this moment.

Fortunately, you didn’t even stir for another half hour. A lazy hum vibrated the air between you both. Everything in you willed you to hide further into your pillow and stay asleep longer. The hangover not even giving you a second before making itself known. Although, when you pulled the pillow in closer and buried your face further, you noted the intoxicating fragrance. “Good morning, Aggie.” You spoke into her side.

She loved when you called her that. Aggie. You were the only one to ever use that nickname with her. You didn’t use it enough in her opinion. “Good morning hun…feeling that hangover already?”

You groaned this time, “mmmh don't remind me.” Finally you peeked into the world. You could see the fabric details on her shirt. You were so close. “What time is it?”

“Still early, your family won't be here for another hour or so.” She answered your real question. Her hand brushing through your hair earned a soft moan, just one of satisfaction. She continued to repeat the action.

For a moment, you basked in her touch the same way a plant basks in the sun. You liked when her attention was just yours to take. Even as a teenager, she never failed to give you it all. It was like no matter what, there was someone who you knew for certain would listen. But, only for a moment could you linger in this moment with her. There were things to get done today.

Your body stretched first before you propped yourself up to really stare at her morning face. It was bare and free from anything the day could bring. Just raw, vulnerable, emotions in the rising sun. You’re beautiful whispered in your mind, begging to be spoken aloud. Suddenly your mind was running wild, picturing morning kisses with her and other morning activities. 

“How were you planning to originally get home last night?” Her question brought you back, but the small smirk on her eyes led you to believe she knew why your cheeks were burning up. 

Your arm moved from under you and you were now laying on her stomach on folded arms. “I didn’t plan to drink that much originally, but friends will be friends. How’d you manage to drive us home anyways?”

Her body hummed in laughter, a feeling you only got the graces of feeling only a few times. “I’m a wiser drinker than you are hun. I don’t take that many shots in one night.” It was a jab at the bill by the end of the night, double shots were not a good idea. 

“From what I really remember is they wanted to get me to spill my secrets finally.” You defended your name, fingers beginning to trace patterns over her sides.

Agatha’s blues turned dark at the sensation. “And what secrets were they after?”

“You.” It fell from your lips so easily. “They wanted to know who was the real mastermind behind my smarts. That’s actually how the conversation had started…then America had seen my lock screen of us and then some more in between and then you got called. Rest of the night blurs.” You only recalled so much. “We should start getting up and ready.”

She agreed and the rest of the morning was filled with just the music from your speaker. For you, it was a simple thing, part of a routine, to play music loudly while getting ready. Dancing to the beat to start your day right. For Agatha though, she could hardly concentrate with it being that loud (and with you dancing and signing freely about). It filled the place to no fail. 

Yet, when All My Heart began playing, she didn’t seem to mind. Especially when she caught your eyes on several parts. You snuck into the bathroom by her, “you always made me feel okay. Those late summer nights we spent talkin’ all night,” you had held her eyes in the mirror before slipped right back out by. 

Agatha didn’t let your voice fade out of her hearing, doing everything to pick it out under the song. A part of her held the tiniest of hope you really meant those words with the following lyrics. “Let them talk and talk and talk!” She stared into her own reflection and willed her cheeks to cool back down. You were just singing, there was no meaning deeper behind it.

Your eyes had trapped her though the moment she stepped back into the room. “You’ll still be beautiful then, bless your beautiful heart!” The smile carved your lips anyways, this was the only way you could ever say things like this to her. After all, you swore Agatha would’ve found it weird if she knew about the crush. You spun around to face her head on. “You still have all of my,” you began stepping closer to her. “You still have all of my,” you were halfway there. “You still have all my heart,” you were right there, toe-to-toe. With glassy eyes looking up at her, she was finally infected by your smile. “You still have all my heart…” 

The drums kicked in and you were dancing once again. Body rocking to the beat as you picked out the last outfit you had unpacked. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to save me! Who could believe that all the love is gone!”  And finally the song faded out and into the next. 

And like the music, something in the air had changed as well. It was small and only noticeable between the fleeting glances. You were ready to let it go undiscussed, silently blaming the song that had charged whatever that was, but really you knew. Agatha had picked up on exactly what you had just done and it was written all over her. 

You first saw it in the way her fingers twitched at her side anytime you passed by now. Then it was the constant flush to her cheeks when you caught her staring. She was trying to pick apart your thoughts. A voice in the back of your head told you she was going to succeed. However, you were saved by the knocking at your door. Your family has arrived to help you move out.

~

You sat in the living room of your teenage home. Brothers on either side of you as you all raced around a track in Mario. You obviously in the lead with Tommy in second and Billy in third. You crossed the last line and cheered loudly once more. “Oh yeah! Told you you had no chance! Once a champion, always a champion!”

“How do you always get that last corner?!” Tommy was desperate to know your secrets. In all his years, he’s never been able to beat you. Even when he had cried to your mom, you refused to let him win.

“Skills, speedster! One day you’ll figure it out, but by then, you’ll be an old man.” You taunted the poor boy. A whack to the back of your head was your mother’s response. “Mama!” You whined.

“Be nice to your brother, detka. He’s been excited to play games with you since last month.” She playfully glared at you with those motherly greens. “Talking about all the new games he wants to play with you.”

“Aww, you missed me!” You instantly changed your mood, smothering your brother in a hug and ruffling his hair. He tried to protest against your affection, but in the end it was true. Everyone missed you around home.

“Yes, and while I enjoy seeing my children get along, boys it's time for bed.” Wanda had redirected the topic. Already knowing the complaints would come, her finger raised in the air. “You still have school in the morning. When you’re on summer break, then you can stay up later.”

Their tiny sighs of defeat made you giggle, “don’t worry curfews become non-existent at sixteen. Before you both know it you won't ever be home.” You flashed them a tired smile.

“Those two don't need a curfew because they won't be as reckless as some of my kids. Goodnight boys.” She dropped two kisses to their heads before letting the sounds of their footsteps carried them to their rooms. “So..you’re back home finally. Anything you’d like to do this summer?”

You hummed out, “maybe a cruise? Somewhere where my summer clothes are put to good use. Somewhere sunny with a sea runs forever. Oh how I long for the sun mother!”

Wanda chuckled, she knew that was exactly what you would’ve said. “You are so my child. I had a feeling that's what you were going to want to do, so in advance here is your graduation gift.” Her hand handed over a folded up piece of paper.  Watching with delight as you undid it and read over the words. She had booked a week-long sea adventure around the caribbean.  “Congratulations, detka. You’ve made us all so proud.”

You waddled closer and hugged her tightly. Really appreciating your mom for everything good she has given you. “Thank you mama, who's all coming?”

“It’d be us, your father and brothers, and so you’re not singled out and having to hang with your parents the entire time, we invited Agatha to come along. I know you two spend time outside of my knowledge together, so I figured she’d be an easy choice.” She chuckled at your furrowed brows. “What? You think I haven’t ever noticed how much time you two really spend together?” Your waves shook around you. “Please! You spent most of your senior year over there. A mother isn’t stupid, ya’ know.”

Your jaw dropped, “how much do you know?!” You didn’t realize how you ratted yourself out for having more to share. 

“One, you wear your emotions like an outfit. Two, I’ve never once seen you look at anyone the way you openly gawk at her. I’ve always known you had a little crush on the neighbor.”  Wanda didn’t give you much more room though to say much. Instead she silenced you with a kiss to the hair line, “and third, you’re my daughter. I know you better than you know yourself. Now, go get some sleep and don't forget you’re picking your brothers up from school.” Then she was walking up the stairs to find her own bed for the night.

You were stunned to say the least. Your mother had always known and just now decided to say anything. To even mention knowing. You felt your world start spinning backwards. If your mom knew there's easily no doubt Agatha does too. They tell each other everything! But what you couldn't shake was your mothers lack of objection. There was no 'don't try anything’ or ‘if I find out’. Just the truth of she knew and let it be its own thing. Maybe she was already ok with it…if anything happened which you doubt would. 

Meanwhile your feet carried you back over to Agatha’s home for the night. Slipping up to the guest room and situating yourself to settle down for the night. The house was quiet with you the entire process. It was a familiar feeling for you. Like you were twelve again reading a book on her couch while she was in her basement. You wanted to go check on her. Knock on the wooden door and call out for her. But rules were rules, and rule two was: never disrupt her while in the basement. So, you sighed and rolled over for the night. 

~

That Monday morning you continued your stay in silence. Getting ready with your headphones on to go get yourself some groceries. It was a trip that took you all of an hour, from eleven to twelve. Yet somehow you weren’t back till two-thirty and only had time to unpack everything. Which was no problem really, you could just get the boys and something fast.

You were lost with the music that played on your headphones. Focused on the task more than your surroundings. Missing Agatha leaning against the doorway and watching you dance around with bagels in your hand towards the pantry. You were so lost in your own rhythm it amazed her. 

Her blue lasers traced over your every move, waiting patiently for your attention. Something she never dared ask for. Agatha knew herself better than anyone else, and if she got your attention from just simply asking once she knew she would never stop. Asking for you to only pay attention to her and not the rest of the world. She was selfish in that way. But the very little self restraint she's held against you has stopped her this long. 

Your yelp of fear brought her instantly back. Now it was your laughter that filled the afternoon air. “So silent, Ags. Even last night…could’ve thought you were dead down there.” You continued to put away the rest of your snacks.

“I was working. After taking off to come see you graduate, I just need a few things finished up.” She stepped into your world when she crossed over the threshold into the kitchen. “I had food here ya’ know?”

You smiled at the hospitality. “Yeah, but I need my snacks for when I get the munchies, late night cravings, things like that. And no offense but your snack game is…weak. Maybe I’ll let you into them as well.”

“The snacks or your stash?” She teased. Agatha had come to see the pantry, rolling her eyes at how much color filled her pantry once again. “You still eat like you were twelve! Aren’t you tired of all this sugar?”

Your head shook left to right, “I knew what was up as a kid. And maybe both…who knows what happens now that I’ve graduated. Your promise anyways.” Agatha turned and furrowed her brows, confusion dancing in the creases. “When I was sixteen and it was the worst fight with mama I ever had, I came here. Then somewhere along the lines of the many questions I had asked you that night, one was if you’d ever smoke or drink with me. And I’ll never forget when you promised me once I graduated college. And I’ve done just that. And you’ve already drank with me, it’d make no sense not to go both ways.”

Her eyes narrowed, the memory slowly coming back to her. “I guess I did promise you that, didn’t I?”

“And I have the perfect idea on how to do it!” You beamed already letting the mischief radiating off your body. “You’ll find out later though, I have to go get the boys from school. But I’m thinking we cook to really crack into this new dynamic.”

Her pink lips curled into a questioning smirk. “What new dynamic?”

It was subtle how you stepped just slightly closer into her space. Fingers tapping the cool counter just centimeters away from hers. You could barely feel her comforting warmth. “We’re roommates now, Aggie. There’s many probabilities that come with that.” Your eyes twinkled. 

You knew your implications, and so did Agatha. You were preparing yourself to sail into uncharted waters this summer. Whether it's a good or tragic voyage.

~

The cruise was coming up by the end of the week finally. And the tension between you and Agatha was palpable. 

Truly, you were playing every risk you could manage. What was worse is you did them all so silently around her house that she never knew what to expect. One day you could be doing nothing but lying around in booty shorts and a top reading, the next you could be laying in nothing but a bikini tanning in her backyard. The one thing you always had though were those headphones. 

Agatha began to wonder if you did anything without music. She's caught you more times with them than without really. It was like they were glued to your ears. 

Today though, you decided to really up your tanning game. One of the outfits you had planned just would look better with your back perfectly tanned. 

You started situating yourself outback by ten-thirty. Laying out the towel in the smack dab middle of her yard. A book, headphones, sunscreen, and tanning lotion laid next to the fabric as you came back in. You intended to get a water bottle before going back out, but the shining vodka bottle shined and you could only agree. Twisting around the kitchen to find anything to make some concoction to settle you in the sun. 

Agatha had been in the basement when she heard the floorboards above her creak. That was the second time you were in and out but now you were lingering. She brushed it off at first. But it was after you had left the first time you made several more trips within the next two hours in and out. 

The crying boards kept pulling her focus (they reminded her of what you were doing). She couldn't focus especially when your voice started to carry through the boards. You were singing something, she could tell from the volume of which you did sing at. 

Her blue eyes rolled and hands slammed against the table before she stomped up the stairs. Agatha was building her courage to berate you for such behavior. You knew her rules and never broke them. 

Yet when she came round the corner to see you in that skimpy bikini pouring a drink, headphones on and movements messy. You fauxed not seeing  she was there. It twisted her heart to think you didn't notice her. “This is for the time you gave me flowers, for the world that is ours!!”

Instead you carefully played your moves. Swaying your hips a little more as you skipped to put everything back. Twirling the little straw as you snuck right back out to the sunshine. “Sit back, sit back, it's the pregame show!” You gave her a show of pulling the strings of your swimsuit apart. Letting the fabrics loosely dangle round your body as you lay face down. Then you managed the pieces from under you and off to the side of the towel. 

Now you were completely exposed to the sun and her. Her fence was tall enough that no prying eyes could even catch you. Something you both know. You were doing this just for her prying eyes. 

Your head turned and you immediately found Agatha's piercing blues trailing over you. Once she realized she had been caught, you had sent her a wink before lifting your top half up and reaching for the drink you had made. 

As you sipped the sound of the back door opening caught your attention. Your head snapped over, drink in tow. Suddenly you were watching Agatha crouch down to be eye level with you. Her head tilted just slightly to the side. 

“You disrupted my work, you know better.” Her eyes begged to drop just slightly to your bare chest, to catch just a glimpse of more of you. “And you’ve been in my liquor cabinet.”

“I’m having fun tanning. I want to go onto the cruise with an almost perfect tan. I have a backless dress for one of the dinners. It’s beige and has little starfish. I think you’ll like it.” Your arm twisted out to offer her a sip. “It’s time you start your summer break, Ags. Your work isn't going anywhere without you anyways.”

You were inviting her with that look in your eyes. The one telling her to cave into the mischief that you offered. That her need for you was perfectly normal and natural. “What would your mother say if she knew you were lying here drinking the day away…in my yard…” her hand brushed a loose strand of hair before grabbing ahold of your chin. “...basking in the sun…” skilled fingers began to move over your shoulders, barely grazing your sun kissed skin. “...such a tempting thing…”

Your breath hitched and suddenly the sun felt icey. Agatha’s eyes were drinking you all in, not even caring if you could feel the intensity of her gaze. “Maybe that’s my goal…” you hummed with warmed cheeks. 

Agatha's gaze returned to yours, agonizingly slow. She tried to read you in that moment, desperate for a peak into your thoughts. “That’s a dangerous game to play, hun…next time you come in you better not be singing at the top of your lungs.” 

There was no chance for you to respond as she got up and walked away. Leaving you naked in her yard to consider your next move precisely. You needed to push her every button. To make it impossible to deny your wants. You were determined to have Agatha Harkness longing for you. 

However your next move wasn’t till Wednesday when you both were packing your bags finally. You were in the midst of trying on outfits and seeing what worked, every now and then popping into Agatha’s room and asking if she thought it looked good. And each time, her eyes dragged over your entire frame. The clothes being the last thing she could even think of. Then she would throw you some compliment before watching you skip back into the guest room. 

It was fine too, merely you asking for advice and looking in her full length mirror to fully see your outfit. Spinning around a little bit to fully see. Then, as your bare feet patted across the wood floors and her door creaked open. 

You skipped asking her all together and went straight for the mirror. You were trying to find an outfit to explore one of their islands. The jean shorts had covered your bathing suit bottoms and hardly any of your ass. The top part was simply just the matching purple top piece. 

Agatha had to admit, you made yourself impossible to ignore. She had caught onto your little game on the third outfit, when you came in wearing the backless dress you had mentioned Monday. Your tan was perfect as you had planned. 

“Whaddya’ think?” You kept turning in the mirror as if there was much to really think about. Your eyes running over yourself before jumping up to Agatha’s. They were dark and filled with desire, it was undeniable at that moment. 

Her steps were precise as she came closer. A aged hand coming around and creeping over your hips, the denim being the only thing between your skin and her touch. “You just love flaunting yourself around, don't you? Prancing in here when you know the outfit is fine.”

You twisted in her grasp, in the mirror she could see how little the shorts were fully. “Or maybe I like flaunting for you.”

“Have you always been this bold?” Her perfect brow arched into the air. Her gaze was challenging.

“Well when you’re as avoidant as you are, it seems I need to be. We both know and I think it's time we stop beating around the bush.” Your hands came to rest over her shoulders as her other hand found your hip as well. 

Agatha softly huffed, “do you now? And what bush is it we’re beating around exactly?” She wanted to hear it straight from your lips. To hear the truth that your mother had told her after your first college move-in. She always found it odd of the timing.

Your cheeks reddened and your heart suddenly was doing construction work with how loud it beat. A smile managed to take over, “that I like you Aggie. I know mama has told you. So, are you in or are you out?” 

This time the woman let out a chorus of laughter. “There’s nothing to be in or out of hun. Nothing has  happened between us to have a starting ground.”

Your eyes narrowed and your smile dropped. “Scared of enjoying me too much?” Her face went serious as well as she grappled with the shift in humor. “It’s ok, I promise to be nice while you are. I won’t judge you. I’m known to be quite enjoyable.” Your hand had slid against her cheek suddenly, you had tugged her only slightly closer. 

Agatha had realized here that you were a siren. Your every word is a call to lure her into you further and further and now she is here. In your very trap and about to let you take every last bit of restraint she had left. “You’re impossible,” her grip tightened on your hips. And much to your dismay, she pushed you just slightly away. “You’re not thinking of the consequences of this. I’m your much older neighbor and mother’s best friend. Your brother’s babysitter, yours former.”

“And now we’re both adults. Nobody has to know right away. Who's to say it won't be a summer fling? Like one of those silly rom-coms?” You weren’t going to give up until she was certain of a ‘no’. 

Yet her eyes saddened only slightly and in a  deep breath it was gone. Of course she would only ever be some summer fling for you. “Because this isn’t one of those silly rom-coms. This is real life and it’d be fine for you once you get out of here, but that’d leave me to clean up the damage.”

“So you’re going to live with me knowing this? With the tension for at least two months?” Your arms crossed across your body. “We’re just supposed to live it out, is what you’re saying?”

Agatha could sense your defensive guard was present now. There were two ways now that she could continue. One being defensive as well and only hurting you both even more, or she could bare you her soul for just a second. Make you understand why it can't just be a fling. 

Her sock clad feet stepped closer. “I guess we can’t do that…but I can’t do a fling, hun.” She took another step, a hand coming to brush the side of your head. “I need stability, I've done the rough route.” She was searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. That you'd suddenly realize she isn't who you want. 

Your face glowed as you closed the space between you, “I can promise that…if you promise to not always hide in the basement?” Your hands found home on her cheeks. The warmth behind them contradicts the a/c as it blows in the distance. 

“I don't hide in the basement,” Agatha was quick to defend. Her brows furrow at such an implication. 

You had your turn to laugh now, “ok sure. Everyone spends twelve hours in their basement in silence. What is it you even do? This study?”

“That's not something you need to worry about. I promise not to hide down there everyday.” She was good at avoiding questions, especially about her studies. 

“Mmm we both know one day I'll end up down there. You might as well tell me what I can and can't touch…” your hands brought her face closer to yours. You could feel her breath fanning your cheeks. 

Her blues playfully narrowed, “why would you be down in my basement?” Meanwhile her hands slid to your lower back. Splaying out and into your shorts. Her touch burnt against your bare skin. 

“The thrill of being caught. I have nothing to hide anymore, you've figured me all out…but not all of me.” You didn't waste another second. The arousal was building quickly and you were growing needy. You were the one to start the first kiss. 

Hums of content harmonized into the air as it was slow and meaningful, but then deep and lustful. A battle for dominance soon broke out the first moment her tongue swiped your lip. Agatha had let out a low groan when she finally managed her control. 

Her hands pushed you impossibly closer into her. Lips dropping from yours to your jaw and down your neck. And as much as you wanted her to sink her teeth in and leave you all love bruised, a vacation was two days away. So reluctantly, you pulled her head back just as her canines grazed your skin. 

“No marks where everyone can see,” you mumbled just slightly. Feeling shy in her hungry gaze and hold. How her fingertips pressed into you was something you'd never forget. 

“You're hardly wearing anything the entire trip.” Her voice was rough and low. “Almost all of you will be on display.”

You giggled before pecking her lips once more. “You make it sound like a bad thing. You'll just have to figure out a different way to work me up. I'm sure it won't be hard.” You were such an insinuator. “We should finish packing…I have to get the boys soon as well. But who knows, maybe you’ll get more.” Your lashes fluttered as you winked at her, all before taking off to go finish the few outfits left. 

Agatha had only hummed as her arms were now filled with the air. She truly hadn’t processed exactly what just happened. That she had kissed you…you had kissed her. Her mind was reeling as her body moved on autopilot to finish packing up.

~

The two of you sat lazily on her couch, a movie long forgotten in the background as you just talked. Discussing what it was each of you wanted to do on the cruise actually and what had to be compromised. Which was rather easy as you seemed to want to naturally do the same things mostly. 

“The only thing I really want to do though is bask in the sun. Tan even more, and really feel the vacation wash over me.” You sipped down the rest of your water, the glass housing just the melting ice now. 

“You’ve been tanning for the last week, that wasn’t enough for you?” Agatha chuckled, her delicate fingers running over your exposed leg. “I mean you’re already golden, won't you burn?” Her grasp squeezed your calf and then pulled it into her lap. Fingertips pressing into your muscles so nicely. You wondered if this was a subconscious move.

Either way you were scooting closer to her, making her hand travel up to your thigh. “You can never get too much sun. But I guess you wouldn't know anything about getting sun…”

“Watch it young lady.” Her fingers pressed harder in warning.  

There was a jurassic shift in the air the moment your legs began setting themselves on either side of her, folded neatly so you could sit in her lap. “Or what Ags…you can’t handle a little teasing? A jab at you and your study?”

Agatha was caught off guard by how easily you found your place in her lap. Her hands run further up your legs, sliding under the silk pajama shorts and squeezing at your ass. Catching you off guard now. She wasn’t afraid of playing your game. “My study will be revolutionary.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” You grinned down at her, hands cupping her cheeks and you swore you had been in love before, but nothing as demanding as Agatha. It was radiating off of her every second more you gave her your attention, someone who could finally bask in it.

Her teeth bared as she answered, “because nobody has lived long enough to tell the details of it. I’ll be the first, the all knowing.” You could see deep in her blues that she meant it. “My name will forever be known.”

“You won't forget about me when you’re all busy will you?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, waiting only until she went to answer to start pressing slow kisses all over her face. “It’d be such a shame if you did…”

Agatha gasped when you began dropping lower towards her neck. Grazing her muscles with your teeth before returning to your kisses. “No, baby. I could never forget you.” Her hands held you a little tighter, a little closer. Her head rolled back to give you more access. 

You hummed your content. Both in her answer and her body's answer. You were going to have this woman coming undone in no time. The thought of her being deprived of such love made your head spin. She deserved to feel it just as anyone else. 

Your fingers fiddled at her shirt's hem, pinkies brushing against her warm skin. “I bet you look  hot while working…” It slipped from your lips with ease as your imagination did wonders. Hands slipping fully under, you held at her waist. “You do when you come up at night.”

“You flatter me hun,” She arched into your touch. Glorifying your hands on her in such a way.

The noise from you was low, a growl against her velvet skin. “I worship you, Aggie.” 

Agatha moaned at how swift you moved after such a confession. Hands pushing up her arms and ridding of her shirt finally. Lips still attacked her neck without a single care. You were ravishing her. “Then show me.” She finally got something out. 

Your tongue licked over where your lips had just been. Sitting back to meet her eye for eye. Pupils were blown wide for both of you as your smiles grew. Having just a moment to recollect yourselves as such and intensity. Processing what was about to continue tonight. 

You gave her a quick peck before standing up and pulling her with you. “Your bed has more room yeah?” You started stepping backwards up towards the stairs. Eyes never leaving Agatha as they caught how her hands were twitching eagerly by her sides. 

Her primal gaze stalked you the entire way up. Even as you knelt backwards towards the middle of her bed. Agatha soaked in how precious you looked here. The champagne silk complimented your skin, like you knew exactly how tanned you would be. You stood tall on your knees, tongue darting out over your plump lips as your mystical stare drew her near. She stopped at the edge of the bed.

The brunette went to raise her leg to crawl towards you, but you dropped to all fours and went to her instead. You watched as her breath caught and she shuddered. As soon as you were to her, you sat back to your heels and pulled her in by the waist of her jeans. Your neck craning back to look up at her fully. 

A trembling hand touched at your heated cheeks, eliciting a soft smile. “Such a pretty young thing…so ready to please.” Agatha didn’t hide the vulnerability in her voice. It was because she just never thought she’d be doing this again. Having the rush of adrenaline from the way your eyes gleamed up at her and the way your hands felt against her only fueled it as they held onto her waist. “Are you sure you want this?”

You knew the real reason she asked that. “I promise, you’re who I want.” Your lips pressed between her boobs. Her heartbeat was like a stampede against her ribs, her skin was the ground beneath being shook. This was your doing. “Let me spoil you.” You hummed, continuing the ministrations all over her chest. 

The delicate moans that slipped from her kept you moving. You were covering every inch of her, but it wasn’t enough. Agatha knew it as well, reaching a hand behind her back to unclasp the black bra then letting it slide in between you both. She watched the way the light moved in your eyes, like she was a hidden treasure.

To you she was. A treasure hidden for far too long but here you are now. Ready to show the world what they had missed. Your tongue flattened over her right nipple, earning you a low hum that vibrated her body. You did it again. And again. On the fourth swipe your lips had warped around her and you delivered a subtle suck. Meanwhile your hand kneaded the other in an attempt to even the attention. 

Her hand had made home at the back of your head, fingers tangled within your hair and gave light tugs everytime you hit the right nerve. Agatha had forgotten how sensitive her nipples actually were. When she would touch them it hardly did anything for her, but with you and that..that fucking mouth of yours, her moans only grew with each passing second. Only growing more and more sensitive as you switched boobs. “Fuck hun…you’re gonna make-”

“How long has it been?” Your voice was still full of sweetness, but what followed it was sour. 

Agatha snapped her lust filled blues down to you, brows furrowing. “What?” She moaned loudly when your teeth grazed her.

You stared up through your lashes at her, “How long has it been since the last time someone really tipped you over that edge?” 

Her answer was lost in her string of moans. Your mouth began working quicker, smoother, slicker against her. Neither of you knew where the question had stirred from, but it ignited something deep inside. You were so lost in her, everything about her in this moment, that you just kept on pleasing. Her grip was fierce and she came with a cry of your name. 

You kissed her chest through the high, a dopey smile hidden as you did. “How long, Aggie?” You raised it once again, trailing your lips back up as you kneeled to her height. 

“Too long…way too long.” That was all the answer you knew you were getting. 

Yet, it did answer a lot of teenage suspicions. “I knew it. Ralph seemed like he could barely take off a bra.” You were slightly nodding along, feeling proud at being right. You gave her one more kiss before slipping off the mattress. Another kiss to her chest and a long warming hug. “I promise not to waste your time. I’m going to make sure you know what you deserve.”

Agatha adored your words, “I don't doubt it hun, not even for a second.” She knew you meant those words, for tonight at least you did. 

~

The summer with Agatha was like a daydream. The cruise was exactly what you had needed. It was all the better with Agatha by your side at each moment, sharing stolen kisses and longing glances. On her request, she wanted to keep the relationship a little more intimate while getting the groundwork of it done. She explained to you her many worries of what people would think and say about the both of you. For her, she was used to being the main rumor and topic, but she didn't want that for you. You had more to focus on. 

Yet, inside those four walls when you got back from the trip were days you’ll never forget. The freedom to hold, touch, kiss, everything without any judgement. The days would start with soft kissing, basking in the morning rays.

 Then Agatha would slip away first to start her studies for the day (much to your dismay, you always begged her to stay longer with you). By noon you would finally have gotten up and somewhat ready as you and your headphones worked on lunch for you and the woman trapped by her own will. To bring her up, you’d start dancing with heavy feet for her to know. The chatter would be light and always playful as you ate. 

But the latest she'd agree to your protest was until three, then Agatha was swept back to her studies. Leaving you with a thank you and a kiss to your hairline. In this time, you never knew what to really do. All your hometown friends had eventually gone off to their own lives, which was getting the hell out of westview. You sometimes did let yourself wonder if you were getting out or if you’d be like Agatha and live here all your life. Would you live with her?

By six you would have dinner started. Headphones back on as you worked the kitchen like your bitch. Your mother would be proud to know all those cooking lessons she gave you actually paid off. It was usually like this, a quiet home as you cooked. Like lunch, when you were done you'd dance a little harder to bring up the woman of the house. 

Jokes would be shared, and so would compliments. Although, it was usually you rambling on about the world seeing as Agatha was naturally out of touch with it. It would lead to you teasing her about how the old Agatha, the times when she went by Agnes used to know everyone's business. “The nosy neighbor, you used to be. Now nobody sees you outside.” You’d always end with. 

The nights weren’t perfect, but you were getting her out more. And if it took some lonely days in her house then you would silently cry when she wasn't around, then you would stare daggers at the basement door. You were tempted a lot during the summer.

Even as it neared the end of the season and suddenly you couldn’t contain the need to know what was down there. What was this woman studying? What could possible demand this much attention? What stole her away from you so abruptly? Why couldn’t you know? Why was it so secretive? Why did it drive you insane not knowing?

One night, however, it got you. The insanity had finally eaten you away all day. The woman of your every waking thought was locked back behind the wooden door. She hardly talked to you that day. You could practically hear her thoughts still being trapped in the basement. She could barely give you the human decency to actually look at you for more than a fleeting second. A quick flick of her eyes really. Maybe three times. Then she was gone. 

The door laughed and mocked you for the hours you glared at it. You simply couldn’t take it and needed some release. You had a blunt, and a brownie edible to start. Smoking it out in your car so Agatha wouldn’t smell it and neither would the neighborhood. Last thing you needed was for your mother to come stop by and see the crazed look in your eyes. 

While cooking, you kept going. Pouring reasonable glasses of the red wine you had bought. Keeping yourself steady the entire time because if you planned right, the edibles would kick in by the time you finished cooking. You’d eat a nice dinner then drag Agatha to bed for the night.

The plan was solid in your head, but so were the lyrics to your music. “You make me wanna fall in love.” It started as a soft mumbling truly, along with subtle body sway. Yet, maybe you were feeling the effects of the edible sooner and it was mixing with the wine, because eventually you were singing at the top of your lungs. “Give me more than just some butterflies!”

 Agatha had heard your songs through the floor and was immediately confused and frustrated. FInishing up what she could before deciding that she was going to have to be done for the night. She assumed already you would have headphones attached to your head like every other night. She wasn’t expecting you to be leaning against the counter all posed up. 

“Adore me.” You tilted your head back and your hair fell like the perfect waterfall. “Hold me and explore me.” Your hand not holding a spatula roamed across your big t-shirt. Agatha knew you were wearing that and the skimpiest pair of shorts known to womankind. But she was entranced by how you touched yourself, hand at your neck. “Mark your territory.” You lightly gasped into the chilled air. “Tell me I'm the only, only , only, only one.”

The brunette stayed by the door the entire time. Enjoying the show all too much. She wasn’t surprised you knew how to move in such a way honestly. She knew you had a dancing bone in you somewhere. What got her was how well you still could dance while clearly drunk. Agatha could only smile lovingly as she kept watching you. 

“Give it to me, baby. You make me wanna fall in love!” You hit an ending pose and then immediately fell back to cooking. Still missing the other entirely. 

Her claps startled you though. “Quite the dancer you are, huh?”

It must’ve been the time she spent away that led you to throw yourself at her and almost cry into her, or maybe it was that wine about to start speaking the truth. “You are going to kill yourself studying that long.” You held her tight. 

Her chuckle was reassuring in a way. That she wasn’t mad at you or anything. You could check that possibility off the list now. “I made a lot of progress. And you were so quiet today, it was like a ghost town in this house today.”

“I hated it.” Slipped freely. Your eyes were trained to the living room walls across the way. It was cold the way you said it. 

Dinner that night was a little tense. In your rambling about the world, there were sly little remarks you managed in. They weren’t anything too extreme, but you could tell she had picked up on them by the way she would wince a little. 

Agatha had tried to get her own reassuring points in to you. Mentioning how she could almost be close to the end of the study, even though she knew there was only more after this book. She’d give you extra kisses in passing while cleaning up. Extra touches. It just wasn’t enough to break into your trance. 

Getting ready for bed was no different. You were off in a different world entirely. “Hun…do you wanna talk about what’s bugging you?” Agatha tried to coax it out of you when you both were laying in bed. Her hands pulling you in nice and close and her natural heat mixing in with yours. “You feelin’ ok?”

You gave a slow, very distant, nod. “Just tired more than usual.” You whispered to ease her worries. Snuggling in even closer to her and letting your eyes close. 

When they reopened though, it was a whole new experience. Your eyes stared straight into the basement door. It was haunting you even in your sleep now. In a tired state however, you just said fuck it. Your hand was on the door knob and opening up a room of mysteries. It felt almost like a tingling sensation as you were pulled down the stairs. 

There were many things you were expecting down here. A finished basement for one. An office for two. And some crazy experiment for three. But it was just a laundry room basically. Maybe some extra storage. 

You started laughing. Subtle giggles turned to full maniacal cackles. You had officially lost your mind about this damn basement. You fell to your knees and just kept on laughing, even as tears slipped from your eyes. “Hun?” Called distantly. “Hun, you all right?” Agatha wiped away your tears as you stirred awake,

It took only seconds to register what had occurred. “Aggie…your study is driving me insane. What is it please? Please, I need to know.” Your horse voice was begging for the answer to all your issues. “I promise I won't ever judge you.”

Agatha was silent about her next moves. Grabbing your hand and carefully draggin you with her. Through the dark and silent house to the wooden door that's been mocking you for the past few weeks now. Her lack of hesitation to open it and bring you down now amazed you. She hadn’t once let you even touch the door in the past decade. 

Right before you could see down anywhere, she turned and looked at you. “You promise this won’t change how you see me right?” The vulnerability of being half asleep is always something you love. You raised your pinky for her to know it was serious now. 

With a sigh, Agatha had finally let you into her basement. She knew you would almost instantly know the design of it. In silence though, she stood and watched you take in every detail you could. Making an entire lap around the area before spinning once in the middle and stopping to stare at her.

“A witch.”

[mandy-asimp]

Chat. Read this. Cus holy shit.

── ꨄ︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ( a. amberg)

── ꨄ︎ pairings : avis amberg ✘ fem!reader ── ꨄ︎ word count : 5.5k+ ── ꨄ︎ warnings / mentions : SMUT , fluff and bit of plot, gift giving, face sitting, overstimulation, oral ( avis receiving ), soft!dom!reader, strap usage ( reader using ), sub!avis, praise, cunnilingus, smudge of orgasm denial, fingering, romantic shittttt bc im fucking delusional

── ꨄ︎ tags : @multifandomme @multixfan @nutritionat @ephemeral-love-4

── ꨄ︎ dividers by : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : DOES IT REALLYYYYY have to be one day of love when it can be the entire month ( ignore the fact that we're abt to end the month, ZIP it before I start swinging all sleep deprived ). ENJOYYYY bc I pulled 4 all nighters while doing personal art projects and now I am going to crash hard <3333

── VALENTINE’S DAY was a celebration Avis Amberg never thought she would revisit — certainly not like this. Not with a fervent devotion that poured unbidden from her every touch, nor with someone whose gaze held her as though the universe itself revolved at her feet. It simply was never meant for women such as Avis Amberg.

Or so she had convinced herself through the decades — each February fourteenth arriving like a hollow echo of what could have been.

Once upon a time, she had celebrated it with girlish enthusiasm, basking in the thrill of passion and romance, the holiday had been a canvas for her to paint her devotion in vivid strokes.

She had forgotten feeling like this. A melancholy of unspoken longing had always lumbered, it had always been this way ever since she was with… well, him. Decades were spent enduring his neglect and it had drained her of that hope to feel, to experience. The extravagant dinners and impersonal gifts he offered in the past were all exhibitions, vacant deeds to maintain appearances rather than tokens of affection.

Those years had extinguished something in her — bit by bit, day by day, until she believed there was no longer such purpose for such a superfluous day. For Avis, Valentine’s Day had become a performance — one she no longer cared to attend.

And then came you, rekindling that long-forgotten flame.

You were far from anyone she had ever encountered, youthful and unjaded by life’s cruelties. There was a vehemence in the way you treasured her, solely not for her beauty or her appellation, yet for the very profundity of her existence.

You worshiped her, something she had not thought she craved for until she got a taste of it, greedily consuming every droplet of whatever you provided. You did not see Avis Amberg, the former starlet or the long-suffering wife of Ace Studios’ kingpin; you saw a woman that longed to be cherished. And in return, she found herself rekindling the capacity to love, wholly, impenitently.

From the moment her eyelids fluttered open, the day unfurled exceedingly just for her. Her bedroom, once upon a time a mere retreat for sleep, had transformed into a haven of serenity, soaked in the gentle hues of dayspring's gold as it poured through extensive windows.

“Good morning, my love,” a soft peck had been met with her temple while she had blinked away the dosage of sleep. Your eyes were brimming with childlike enchantment as you stared down at her, as if the entire day ahead were a present waiting to be unwrapped. Breakfast awaited for her in the dining room, fruit glistening, pastries warm, tea rich and hot — just how she liked it.

Humming, Avis had simply reached for your hand and held it, her thumb circling the skin there with a smile upon her lips, auburn locks nestled against the elegant line of her clavicle.

“You’ve been busy, haven't you?” she mused, tone still soaked with rest, yet undeniably teasing when her gaze swept over you, your flushed anticipation, the way your body all but reverberated with the desire to please.

Your cheek lifted. “Just trying to give my love everything she deserves.”

That earned you the warmest gaze she always gave when it came to you. Lips puckering to linger on yours in a sweet kiss, fingers stroking the angle of your jaw.

Then, with the refined elegance of a woman who always knew what she wanted, she pulled away and shifted, fingers still tangled with yours when she moved to straddle your chest. Her robe, a silk, lush red, loosely tied, pried open just enough to display the velvet skin of her cleavage.

“But you wouldn’t mind if I took my time waking up first, darling?” she murmured and tilted her head, amusement flickering those pretty browns when she rolled her hips forward, just enough for the heat of her to press into you.

You gave her a cheeky smile, her fingers carding through your hair. “None at all.”

Flutters within her flowing core, damp lace between her thighs. Desire blazed from your gaze and searing palms curved over her ass beneath robes. Even through silk, she felt the force of your teasing smack against her thigh before yanking her down to your salivating mouth.

You worshipped her, a queen seated upon her very own throne carved by flesh, blood, and bones. Valves of heat trickled down the base of her spine and slithered into the pit of her stomach with every lap, every slurp, every soft suction you gifted.

Desire drove your tongue, lapping at the dripping seam of her cunt; prying open the puffy folds and you indulged in more of her slick cascading from her hole.

She almost choked on a moan of pleasure when you squeezed her rear, her clit kicking against the press of your nose as you sealed your mouth over her plump cunt.

A constellation of tears clung to the edges of her fluttering lashes, flaming sparkles swirled in her vision. “That’s it, baby, fuck…”

Vocals were stinging within her throat and she struggled to breathe, thighs constricting around your head while your hands curled over her hips, controlling the slow, gyrating motions created as they escalated.

The gentle suckle of your lips coaxed the knot in her stomach to unfurl, your own veins flooded with white hot bliss and her nerves frayed. A blistering moan puffed against her searing skin as her juices spewed, translucent weaves webbing your fervently moving lips, dribbling down your chin as you drank up her intoxicating fill, lovingly coaxing her to ride out her orgasm.

Your hands slid her hips down to your stomach, propping yourself up in order to capture her ecstatic features entirely in your mind. For a second, all she could do was breathe, her chest rising and falling, fingers twisting over your shoulders. Eyes fluttered open, gaze heavy-lidded when she looked down at you with a fulfilled smile.

“That’s a way to start the day,” she serenaded in her exhalation, stroking back a few damp strands of hair from your forehead, her thumb then sweeping across your cheek. “You spoil me, darling.”

You turned, pushing a kiss into the center of her palm and paralleled her expression. “That is exactly what I intend to do this entire day.”

The hours passed in a blur of ecstatic indulgence. You had arranged everything meticulously, ensuring she needed only to follow your lead, already tinkering ahead of time for her to not be needed in the studio. A decadent breakfast — her favorite — enjoyed on the balcony overlooking the fine greeneries and lush flowers of her garden. A leisurely afternoon spent exploring a curated selection of vintage records and rare books you’d sourced, each one chosen with her particular tastes in mind.

And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the pinnacle of your plan unveiled itself.

Even though you had made it clear today was to spoil her endlessly, Avis spared no expense, of course. She never did when it came to you. She was not the type to hold back, and Valentine’s Day was no exception. A new dress in your preferred hue, tailored to your every dip and curve. A box of imported confections that dissolved like velvet on the tongue. A cord of dazzling pearls clasped around your neck by her own fingers, her lips brushing the slope of your collarbone as she breathed out just how stunning you appeared sporting them.

And apart from the luxury, there was a heartfelt sincerity woven through her generous gestures in which reminded you that this was not just some display of wealth. It was love, fervent and deeply rooted.

Now that fervent love was awaiting to be unleashed with her gloved hand clasped atop of yours, opening the door and allowing for her to step in first. The household had been empty for the night, seeing as you paid the staff generously to give you time alone with Avis, and Claire had been out and about on a romantic rendezvous with her boyfriend, so everything had been greatly set in plan.

“After you, love.”

Her lips, lacquered in a shade of wine, tilted upward in an alluring curve, only for it to widen and chuckle at the feel of your palm squeezing and gently pushing at the clothed curve of her ass. “What surprises await for me now, hmm?”

You tapped her lower back, motioning for her to go upstairs. “You’ll see.”

A flawless brow rose at the light laugh erupting from you, and her hand pried away from yours. She clutched at her bouquet of crimson roses you had gifted her, the point of her nose brushing along their floral leaves, inhaling their aroma.

As she sauntered forward, she could not help but tilt back and look at you. It was still there, that lovesick smile. The smile lingered on your kiss-supple lips, hiding behind the faint stain of her ruby lipstick there as well, clogging her brain at the notion that you were hers.

You were studying her figure intently, no doubt making a mental list of all the places your lips would caress once you got to the bedroom. The jacket cinched at her waist, its sharp lines softened by the trim that rested over her shoulders. Her matching skirt hugged the plump curve of her hips, ending just below the knee, the sway of it graceful with every step.

She came to a stop at the front of the doors. Turning, she came chest to chest with you, and she sighed deeply. Overwhelmed at that stare of adoration when you became her line of vision. Overwhelmed at the way you nudged your nose across the bridge of hers, inhaling her with fluttered eyelids, and that made one of the two moan.

You gave a small laugh at the way she felt foreignly bashful, because of course she was the one who moaned. The simplest acts of affections done by you will always draw a reaction out of Avis. “You are crushing my roses now.”

Hazed eyes, seemingly only aware of her and that flushed demeanor that went perfectly with the rust wine of her outfit, fluttered quickly down to the flowers in her hold, yet the proximity with Avis was not lost. Your forehead brushed hers, murmuring, "Don't worry too much ... there's more of them in there."

Avis glowered, eyes darting between yours when you reached for the door and pushed it open, motioning for her to go in. She stepped further into the room, and her breath seemed to catch, her gaze darting to every delicate detail you had so thoughtfully arranged.

Velvet-soft petals lay scattered like whispered promises across the floor and the vast expanse of the bed, their rich hues a striking contrast against the crisp linens. Candles adorned every surface, standing in elegant stillness, their wicks unlit yet their scent lingered in the air.

For a long moment, nothing was uttered by her. The soft click of the door closing behind her felt distant — her focus entirely enraptured by the romantic beauty laid out before her. Her breath slowed, her chest rising and falling in measured anticipation as her eyes traced the scattered petals, the curve of the bed, candles sparking to life as you moved around the room, lighting them each.

When she finally moved, it was hesitant, as though afraid to disturb something sacred. The pads of her fingers brushed along the edge of a petal on the bed, and it was soft, so soft, that it drew a tremble from her.

"You did all this for me?" There was wonder in her tone, but beneath it, something sounded a little fragile.

"Well, it wasn’t that much trouble," you started as you lit the final candle, words spewing out a tad bit faster than your thoughts could catch them. "The staff was kind enough to help — truly, they were wonderful. I just had the idea, but they made it happen, and—"

Her dark-aligned brown irises softened, and it was enough to make you string together the rest of your sentence. " I just wanted everything to be perfect for you."

The words disintegrated on your tongue when the soft click of her heels echoed through the space. She set her roses upon the table in front of the windows and then stood front of you. Her hands slid along your jaw, angling your face just enough for her lips to kiss yours.

She captured every ounce of breath from your lungs and caged them within her ribcage. Molding, desirous, loving. "What did I ever do to deserve you, sweetheart?"

The longer you gazed at her, the more you discerned just the way she adored you, the way she was still reconciling herself with being adored in return. How much she missed this type of love, just how much she needed you as you her. Yearning for her was an all-consuming feeling, your entire being craved her in any moment, that yearn amplified beyond reason when she looked at you like that, it surpassed understanding. "Simply exist."

She tried stifling her giggle, letting you pull her close and connected your lips, desire spilling out of you and into her, discarding her from clothing.

The gloves were the first to go — your fingers sliding them off one by one until bare skin burned against yours. Then your hands moved to the buttons of her coat and silk beneath, slipping them free slowly, savoring every inch of skin you uncovered. Avis mirrored you, her touch just as flaring, just as desperate, and soon you were both shedding the every top layer that kept you away from basking in one another's entire blaze.

Her heartbeat grew unrelenting when you made her sit at the hem of the bed, her body sizzled into your frame while tucked beneath her soft jaw was your head, the twines of your hair grazing her warm-toned flesh with every movement of you burrowing deeper into her neck. “You are breathtaking, Avis.”

Two of your fingers had been raised to trace down her spine, tips soon straying from its path to outline every exposed ridge and valley of her back, to follow every speck and slope. The lingers of your torturous ascent elicited a shiver from your lover, an elicit you hoped for.

"Hm, do that again." Her request did not surprise you. She reveled in your touch without a shame in her bones. Avis longed for your hands on her being and you could never deny her, so you of course obliged. That hum of approval from her she only ever gave to you, it was what you were after, it was what you basked in. To provide. To grant her what she deserved.

Your nose stroked down her clavicle, softly moving over the skin there while your digits stalked her side, sliding to the swell of her breasts, descending, sliding the stockings down the curve of her thighs, rolling them down. The slip followed soon after, leaving her in lace and warmth and the gentle flush spreading across her chest.

You created a seamless transition from tender graze to demanding massage between her legs. There was a moan, a low one, it expanded inside her with a plan to free itself. And it was the reaction you sought after, your intentions made known when you smiled against her.

“Y/N.” Her voice was of warning, one you did not pay regard to. “Don’t tease me.”

Your giggle reverberated through her and you tilted your head towards her, “I didn't do anything.”

She pulled you closer, lips becoming fervent, rougher. Her hips wounded into your touch and you could tell she was in need of direct contact. Your lips mapped along the lines of her neck, trailing open-mouth kisses along it.

Breathing you in was second nature. Three distinct scents intermingled on your person: the waft of your fragrance, the expensive one she bought for you because she knew it would pair perfectly with the second one, your natural essence. The last one, unyielding lust paired perfectly with the prominent aromas.

She loved them all, embracing it all as you slipped your fingers into her tailored skirt. “Lift your hips for me.” low, rough, a hushed command. Your voice dipped into that tone you knew unraveled her. Without hesitation, she obeyed — lifting off the bed and offered herself up to your hands. The skirt dragged down, fabric whispering against her skin as you bared more of her to your gaze, your fingers grazing every curve. Cool air struck her most delicate, making her gasp and quiver alike. “You’re a damn sight, Avis.”

Your warm remark tugged a bashful chuckle out of her, one that immediately morphed into a low moan when you stroked two fingers from her swollen nub to her awaiting hole.

Plummeting in and out of her at the most excruciatingly slow pace known to an aroused and desperate woman, known to mankind, taking time to bask in her oasis, to sweep and press along her walls with your wandering finger pads. Your strides elongated, digits slick as they shoved within her warm cunt.

Your way with her was both something that made her adoration grow for you, The way you took your time with her, always, always. The flat of your palm nudging her swollen clit with each thrust. Digits extending inside of her that made her crave more.

“Fuck…” You inhaled deeply, her rich fragrance whirling within your lungs, hoping to keep it there as your only source of oxygen, letting your tongue slowly lap down the length of her neck before allowing your teeth to so subtly sink into the junction there.

You were fond of leaving your mark upon the older woman; it drove you both mad, the idea that you could nip at her skin so lovingly, that you could trap the textured skin between your lips and leave feverish blemishes behind, blending with the boldness of petals beneath her. Scattered across the flesh of her neck, continuing its descent from her collarbone to bosom, and uniquely crafted by your mouth and no one else's. Body, existence tethered completely to you. “You're drenched, Avis.”

All she could manage to release was a honey dipped moan as she allowed her head to bow back when she hitched her hips into your hand, pace slowing down — fucking hell, how and why did you slow down even more? — until your thumb soothed over her eager clit, each caress more gratifying than the last. “Am I making you feel good?”

She nodded, breaking the potent eye contact to shut her eyes tight. She was heaving, so consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by amber heated lust blown into shards, piercing, and wanting to deliciously seep into her every bone, every nerve. Something only you could ever conjure within her.

“No, uh uh, keep those eyes on me, hmm.” You hovered over her naked body, her chin gently clasped between your thumb and forefinger in order to lower her eyes, so brown and abyssal, towards yours. “There we go, Avis … just let me see those pretty eyes. Please, momma?”

Your digits were still carving deep into the soft velvet hush of her walls and when you spoke in an almost sweetly deriding manner, she released a sigh that prolonged into a whimper, right into your parted lips.

You were aware that she yearned for you to kiss her senselessly, she was feening for your tongue to be down her throat, but your mind had been fixated on another route. You kissed her, something more fleeting to describe it as a peck, and it made her huff, consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by lust and exasperation. 

“Darling, I need more. Please, give momma more.” Her aerated speech met your grinning mouth. Your head shake created a spark of friction that she wished would flicker into a blaze and consume her to the core.

“I know, I know, love. I am going to give you more, just be a little more patient with me, okay?” Her palm clipped to your nape and yours once more found her soft soaked mound, pushing so deliciously. It had her hips rocking forward into a rhythm you so easily recognized and synchronize with.

Auburn locks were free from their habitual up-do, curling at the swell of her heaving chest, alluring, hypnotizing you closer and before you knew it, your lips and teeth collided there with her bare breast, suckling her so sweetly, so leisured it tormented her. With every carnal swirl and flattening of your tongue around her nipple, leaving oozes of thick spit behind before switching to the other.

Avis remained filled as you tore yourself away from her soaked front in order to slide down and between her legs, knees burying into the rich rugs beneath you, keeping her own apart while you watched her nectar spilling slowly from ripened blossoms, absorbed into the silk sheets beneath.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me …. do something, for God’s sake, please!” A beseech assisted her words, unfurling her body in response, and you grinned at the sight.

She was never one to beg — always one to command, but somehow, it was you who had coaxed her to the edge, filling her to the brim with a yearning that stripped her of pride and left only need.

You allowed your middle finger to push through dampened folds, stopping at her clit, and proceeded at a torturous pace. You wanted to make her wait for it, push her even more to beg for it, the shadowed depth of your irises spoke enough.

Your hand emerged to your mouth, tasting her, your favorite flavor, dissolving and becoming one with your taste buds. You never hesitated to display just how much you relished it, and in other situations, she would have you utter to her just how much you liked momma’s taste.

Your gaze remained fixed on her, hot, unbreakable, and you slowly drew your finger out of your lips before sucking it back, each pull igniting the hunger already coiled tight within her.

You marveled at the way you had the ability to unravel someone such as Avis, at the way you left her drenched in desire, pure and lustrous, moaning into your mouth that she belonged to you, body and breath. It happened often, and each time, you still could not fully grasp the depth of your own power over her.

Your gazes locked, a silent rope yanking tight between you as she watched you lean down, blow a soft breath, and eat her out. The sight alone was a decadence, but the sensation, goodness, the sensation was something beyond earthly.

Your tongue lolled out, wide and flat, before your head moved forward and licked a bold stripe from above her spasming hole, slowly up to her nub, creating the motions in a relentless tempo, building, coaxing her toward that precipice with each stride and press. She was opening, trembling, clutching under the luxury of your mouth.

You added your digits once more into the mix, into the soaking heat of her, filling, stretching, curling just right. You hummed into her cunt, fingers accelerating, beckoning her orgasm forth. “You’re close, love? Gonna come around my fingers?”

Your words had opened the floodgates of ecstasy within her. You could feel her convulsing around your fingers. “I wanna make you happy.”

You added another one and she palmed at her tits as you pumped her. She breathed in deep, matching your rising chest. Your eyes carried something, it was hard to decipher at first, but when you spoke, her smeared mouth twitched in familiarity at your words.

Your mind… your mind had already drifted to the secret she kept, the one you had both indulged in before. The items she kept so discreetly tucked away — elegant, carefully hidden, but not unknown to you. Of course Avis Amberg, well connected and wealthy, had connections to such items.

Her lower lip curled its way between her teeth while the ends hoisted into a soft grin, “Yeah? What do you wanna do to make momma happy?”

“Avis…” you rasped, “I want to use one of your little secrets on you tonight.”

You did not miss the flicker of excitement that sparked in her eyes — lustful starvation and something even softer beneath it. “Which one?” she breathed out, hands running through your hair.

You grinned a bit, pace escalating, hardening between her thighs and you murmured against her stomach, “The one that lets me fuck you properly.”

The sound she made was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her body already arching toward you and you seized that in uttering more words, suckling softly at the skin. “I want to fuck you, wanna make momma feel so good.”

“Hmm, yes, yes, shit, baby do whatever you want—” You felt it, the etchings of her awaiting orgasm. It was right there, so close she imagined tasting it. Yet it never came. You had committed your first act of cruelty of the night, the one she did not expect especially tonight; you had denied Avis Amberg her release.

Your fingers left her squirming hole and were brought up to her parted lips, stopping the spills of retorts and moans. “Not yet.”

Frustration colored her features, but she eased when you pecked her lips, once, twice, and retracted. You retrieved the toy from her dresser; the contents were just as you remembered: delicate silk ties, polished glass, smooth shapes made of fine materials, and your fingers brushed over it — dark, sleek.

She could not help the breathless laugh leaving her at your anticipation, biting her lip before muttering a soft, “Come here.”

You stood before her, and she scooted at the edge of the bed, her hands hot and sure as they slid along your waist. She helped you, steady and practiced, the leather straps sliding around your hips, fingers adjusting the buckles, brushing against your skin teasingly as she worked.

When it was finally in place, her hands remained at the front of your abdomen, and her chin tipped up to look at you, dark lashes fluttering. “You wear it well, darling.”

Your kiss deepened, murmuring against her mouth, "Lay back for me."

You reached your hand between both your bodies, gripping the lathered dildo, and positioned it at her sopping entrance as she sprawled herself open with two fingers. One more glance and her eyes spoke more than enough. "I'm ready for you."

You obliged, and the feeling of you entering her was overwhelming, the stretch burning only slightly. You moved in gently until the entire length of the strap pushed inside her wanting hole.

“Oh fuck!” The cry jumped from her throat to your ears. It was enough to ignite the flame within you, one that blazed brightly. Your thrusts angled as her breathing picked up. Digits flexed around her hips, pushing into the impressionable sensitive flesh with your thumbs as you fucked into her in a measured pace.

Wet lips caught hers for a passion-filled kiss and both of her legs hooked around your hips. “How does that feel?”

All she could manage were incoherent slurred babbles. Carmine nails chafed your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and her stiff peaks penetrated into your breasts. Wielding power to make Avis feel every single divot as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to. Can you do that for me?”

You did not believe it possible that Avis could get any wetter, but my, she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier as you pulled back completely before shoving back in.

“Y-yes, yes — I-it's perfect, you're making momma feel so good.” You smiled then at how her face crumbled, your pounding lessening its pace, however you did not lose its hard impact. "B-baby, go faster, please—"

“Not yet, love. I want you to feel everything I'm giving you.” You continued your slow, languid jolts, and she wanted to wail. The deeper you plummeted, the higher she unraveled — each nudging stroke drawing her closer to that edge, closer to the place where she felt most at home. She belonged here, beneath you, cradled in your arms, her body yielding so perfectly to yours.

“You know why I'm doing this? Hmm?” You burrowed your face into her perspired neck, gnawing the spot lightly, tongue slowly gathering every individual droplet that it made her moan straight into your ear.

The action steadied you somehow, allowing you to dive the dildo in further, to hit her bundle of nerves deep within. This angle was new, but held the same severity.

"Because you deserve it, Avis," You pulled out, filling her up once more without warning. "You deserve all good things. You're so fucking perfect for me. You know that, right?"

The tip of her nose brushed the side of yours as she nodded, but that did not satisfy you. "Words, momma. I need to hear you."

How good you were to her. How she wallowed in that dominating side you had, besides always wanting to take care of her with your affections. Avis would never tire of it. "I-know that, y/n, I'm perfect for you—"

"That's right, yes you are—" You grunted at her words, rocking in and out of her cunt and finally speeding up. Every jerk of your hips drew her orgasm near and she latched on to that feeling, that ceaseless yank.

"You're gonna come, love?" Lips wrapped around her nipple, nipping at it.

Fingernails practically sliced the skin at your shoulder blades. The jolting pain caused you to hiss, combining with the lustrous joy you were experiencing. “Yes! Make me come, baby, I need it—”

An ocean of thoughts swam through your hazed mind, not a single one of them a coherent one. There was never a moment when you did not believe Avis Amberg was stunning, a single glance at her and you were ruined and drenched, but fuck, when she came? All kinds of things it did to you, bringing forth moans from your throat. 

Her moan was boisterous, booming, certain to startle those outside of these four walls, the entire household even. It made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her swaying breasts.

You gently pulled out of her and heard her shudder out a soft moan, immediately missing the feeling of being filled. Soft kisses were nuzzled between her breasts, gently moving aside her disheveled curls to ascend your kisses over her collarbones and shoulders as you soothed her.

“I know, love, I know.”

Words were caught in her throat, vision yet to return to its normalcy. "B-baby, I-I-"

You only shook your head and sweetly kneaded her hips. " 'T's okay. Would you like a massage? Does that sound good to you, Avis?"

Her head fell back against the cushion, still catching her breath. Her hand lifted in the air before giving you a loose flick of her wrist that indicated a 'yes'.

You chuckled and leaned down, placing a kiss on her cheek, then her mouth. "I adore you."

Avis huffed out a chuckle and watched as you got up. "And I love you, sweetheart. Thank you ... for taking care of me."

You settled back onto the bed with her preferred soothing oils, and you simpered at her soft expressions. "oh, just wait till you see how I take care of you even more later."

She hummed at the feel of your lips latching on her neck, already anticipating for that later to inch closer. "Momma."

"How does it feel having me deep inside you, hm?" It was a rhetorical statement this time — Avis could not form a response, not with the way you had her positioned, in her request. Arms were stretched out against the mattress, hands rumpling the sheets, the side of her face embedded in the pillows tucked beneath, the soft material smudging the remains of makeup.

Yet you enjoyed hearing Avis struggle as your strap tunneled into her cunt from behind, so you queried her again, a tinge of firmness. “You didn't hear me, momma?”

Avis gasped something out of place and you chuckled before dragging the girth's expanse back into her in rapid strokes. The third orgasm of the night was reaching its peak, and you made sure it dragged out as long as it could the last round. This time, you decided to be fair, fingers snaking their way from her hip down to her clit and rubbed generously.

"it feels great — Fuck! O-oh, keep going! c-close—"

"We're almost there, momma. Almost there. Fuck, just look at how well you take my cock." Her depths enveloped you so perfectly, gushing, gliding, squelching louder at your salacious speech.

Your spine curved, breasts pushed against her upper back and your arm looped around her middle to hoist her up a bit. Just sufficient enough for your lips could soothe the flushed shell of her bejeweled ear. "Come on, give it to me."

Her fingernails dug into the sheets at this angle, cheek mushed against plushness, and Avis was unraveling with you inside her, knocking with full force against the spot that spiraled her.

You kissed the slope of her shoulders, lips tracing over each freckle stroked by time and crease carved within her flesh. She gasped, threading through each individual letter of your name, and she sank into the mattress. Your touch followed, avid fingers squeezing over the swell of her ass, crest of her hips, tremble of her thighs, soft slope of her stomach, hushed praises sinking into her bones.

Panting, she tipped her head back, gaze slipping over her shoulder, half-lidded. As you pried out of her fluttering hole, kisses still being delivered upon her skin, her hand reached back to tug on your hair in hopes to get your attention. "Darling."

Your smile was second nature when you stared into those whiskey irises, knowing exactly what she wanted. Your neck bent, lips coming down to meet hers sweetly, considerately. The kiss was lingering, exactly what she anticipated as she spoke an 'I love you'. The gentleness of it, the affection that powered it.

You pressed one more kiss to her smiling mouth, and you knew there was nothing you would not give her, no part of yourself you would not offer. Because Avis Amberg deserved this, all of it. The softness, the fervency, the love. You would spend every moment you had making sure she never forgot it.

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[mandy-asimp]

When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no.But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Chapter 7

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chapter 8

Lilia’s home felt empty and cold. The warmth of the company sizzled out a while ago. She hadn’t slept alone since she was a child. It was keeping her up and stressed about the state of the other. “Where are you dolcezza?” She mumbled into the darkness. 

“Meow, meow, meow!” Life was there in a blink. Standing at the end of her bed on two feet in a white silky pajama set. She stood proud in her semi-natural form. “It seems I have nowhere to go now. This was the only place I could call home and…I’m sorry I lied to you for so long Lilia. It was easy to watch you as a cat and protect you with how fast they move. And I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from telling you everything if you had asked once.”

The apology fell on deaf ears as Lilia scrambled out of the covers and to the end of the bed. Pulling Life into her embrace and holding her head tightly against her shoulder. “Nobody knew what happened to you. I was so worried.” She was crying but the other couldn’t see, she just knew. 

Life wrapped her arms around her in such a polite possessiveness. This was her greatest life ever created and she got to watch it all first hand. Holding her without saying anything, instead just reveling in the fact she was here in one piece. And honestly that’s all that seemed to matter between the two. That they were there together.

“Are you always naturally this heated as a human?” Lilia had asked all of a sudden. Backing out of the hold only slightly, Life’s hands felt perfect on her hips that were covered by the big shirt. They were doing the best job at chasing out the coldness. Lilia let her hands hold the round cheeks, even they held so much heat. “You’re like a personal heating pad…What happens now?”

“Whatever you want to happen, this is your life after all.” It was such a gentle joke, and the small giggle that followed was just as gentle. “So, what will you do with your life now Lilia? What adventures will you go on?”

Her lips curled up into a sad smile, “you already know that answer don’t you?” Her lashes fluttered softly in the night. 

And it was a silent agreement. Life did know what was about to follow. It’s why she crawled with Lilia further up the bed, opening her arms for the witch to lay soundly against her. Her ear pressed to where a heartbeat should’ve been. It would’ve been questioned by the mortal, but the comfort of the radiating heat pulled her into a deep sleep almost instantly. 

Leaving Life to stare widely as the grip around her waist only tightened and Lilia got impossibly closer. She’s never felt such a hold against her like this before. It was nice, she deemed after a moment. There was someone, a life she had watched over and protected, to not see her just as Life, but an equal. To hold her like an equal. Was this what Rio had experienced with Agatha? Was this the feeling that made Death bend to someone else’s needs? Why had Life never done this earlier? So many questions had ran circles in her mind as her arms held Lilia in place next to her. 

~

Lilia stirred to the drumming under her ear. It had only just begun, and it only grew louder and faster. Her eyes didn’t even open, her body just began to move to get away form the noise and back to the realm of sweet sleep. Unbeknownst to the sleeping woman, she had managed herself on top of Life and was trapping her to the mattress beneath. 

Life was absolutely perplexed by this uprising feeling. All night she had tried to figure out what the feeling was, and why she liked it so much. But the moment she finally searched through all the lives and feelings she's witnessed and pulled out what it was called, her heart had suddenly formed. The beats made her choke on her own realization. Lilia didn’t help by laying directly on top of her. The feeling was so overwhelming and prominent, eventually it had its natural effect.

The peppered curls shook and tried to bury themselves deeper into the others neck. Her steady breathing abruptly stopped and became a heavy huff. Lilia had sat up and her thighs caged in Life’s. Her cheeks were burning with blush and she had finally opened her eyes to reveal her blown pupils. “You’ve never felt this before have you?” Her voice was filled with the remainder of her sleep. Soft and yet rough. 

“I’ve never felt a lot of things…I only know of these feelings from other lives. Piecing together what a human could feel and trying to feel it myself.” Life felt her own cheeks begin to fill with a matching hue. Those brown eyes were swimming with so much of something she hardly knew.

“This is your first time feeling love?” Lilia’s question was genuine. Surely even Life has had someone to love? Yet she shrugged under her gaze. “How has Life herself never felt the greatest feeling she’s ever created?”

“I don’t know if I ever did create it…it was just something that was always there for people to find themselves. Is that what this feeling is though? Love?” Her grey eyes shone in the sunlight leaking in. 

Lilia couldn’t speak though. The leading emotion choked her up. She hadn’t felt it in so long herself. But here was Life…staring at her with only love and care in her eyes. It kept getting more and more intense the longer the two sat in silence, so intense her fingers began to scrunch up the silk top. Life’s pale midriff coming into view. Her soft tummy glistened naturally in the morning glow.

She didn’t stop herself from needing to touch the exposed skin. Needing to know if it was a s soft as it looked or if the moment her fingertips caught a simple touch Life would vanish from under her. It was in fact soft, and so was the gasp from above. Lilia’s eyes snapped back up, like she was back in the reality of their sacred moment. 

“What am I supposed to call you?” Lilia’s voice traveled so smoothly through the thickness of the air. Ringing loudly in Life’s ears and almost rendering her deaf. Her voice was the only thing Life wanted to hear forever. “Dolcezza can only be used in so many situations…what if I’m angry with you and want to curse your name?”

“My…name?”

“Yes, baby. What name will you give yourself?”

One beat of silence.

Two beats of silence.

Three beats. 

Your smile grew as you whispered your name so carefully into the world around you. And when she repeated it back to you, your body buzzed with an electrifying want. “Say it again, please?” She did. She repeated it over and over as she leaned down closer to you. “Lilia…” you murmured as she was right there, teasing you with the littlest of space.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” she smirked right before closing the gap. Reveling in your whimper and the way your hands grasped her plush thighs. Squeezing them to stabilize you in the moment. However, it all ended too soon. Lilia sat back up and was gazing on your hazed face. “That’s a kiss sweet-thing. And what you’re radiating is indeed love. It must be why you suddenly have a beating heart.”

Your brows furrowed, but raised as she placed your own hand over the rhythm. It was steady but quick. “I think it beats for you then?” You seemed so childish to her now, learning of all these basic things.

Her cheeks warmed and her wised hand cupped your cheek. “You’re going to be full of curiosity now aren't you? Eager to know everything you’ve only watched?” 

“You’ll teach me it all right?!” You sat up now, neck craning back to stare up to her and arms wrapping around her. Your chin rested against her chest, eyes dilated as they beamed up. “What else is there with this? Does it go away? I hope not…I enjoy this feeling Lilia. I really, really enjoy what love feels like.”

She chuckled and placed a kiss on your hairline. “How can a natural being be reduced to a questionnaire?”

“Oh! Can you blame me! One minute I have no heartbeat, something even Rio has mentioned having, and then the next you’re giving me a kiss. Which might I add is a very pleasing act.  Of course I want to know more! You’re the only person I want to know it from though. You’re the one who made me even realize such a strong emotion.” You spewed the truth, partially because you were tired of lying or avoiding the truth with her. All you wanted was for her to let you stay by her side forever and ever. 

Lilia bit the inside of her cheek, trying to contain her bright smile. “You do know what this means right?”

“What?!”

“You’re absolutely devoted to me.” Her smirk implied so many things that eventually you would know what they all mean.

Your smile became toothy and you only laughed, “That's obvious! I’ve been devoted to protecting you forever!”

Her curls shook, “No baby, not in that way.” Your brows furrowed but she leaned closer again, you at first thought she was going to kiss you again, but instead she went for your ear. Whispering about the way she meant being devoted to you and your body naturally responded by gripping at her pajamas a little tighter. 

“Can we try that now?” Were the first words your brain could think of and they drew out a loud laugh. You were serious though, whatever she had just described to you, you wanted to try it.

“Maybe later, for now it’s time for breakfast. And after the adventure we just had, I could use something to eat. I'll even teach you how to cook.” She began slipping away from you, managing to get out of the bed but not far from you as you were instantly grabbing for her hand. She frowned at the sad look taking over your once joyous features. “Now what?”

“I don't know…you left and I just felt this wave of something…it was like an emptiness?” You followed her out the bedroom and to the kitchen, never letting go of her hand. 

Lilia felt her heart swell though. You had felt lonely the moment she just left you in the bed. You truly were devoted to her and didn’t even know how deep in you were. But she did. She read you like a second grade reading level book. With ease. “I’m never going to be alone again am I?”

“Why would you want to be alone?!” You managed your arms around her again and rested your chin on her shoulder as you both looked into the practically empty fridge. “There's not much in here…”

Her hum was in thought, “it seems we’re going to have to do a grocery trip. Usually I’m only cooking for one.”

“I would offer to eat the cat food again, but I don’t know. As a cat it tasted great, but I don’t think I’d enjoy it in this form.” You joked, “Is grocery shopping fun? I’ve never been.”

Your answer was a laugh as the woman brought you back to the bedroom to change. It wasn't till she looked at you expectantly that you realized she was asking if you were staying in here while she changed. And when you didn’t make the effort of leaving, her laughter only grew. “You have no idea how much fun teaching you is going to be. When someone goes to change, usually you give them privacy. After all, I have to get naked to change.”

“I can’t stay?”

Her smirk turned devilish in a flick of a switch. “If you do, that later might be now.” She stood near the door now, waiting for you to step through, but you really wanted to try that thing she whispered. So you stood still and blinked a few times. “Really?” You nodded. “Alrighty then, we can do the grocery shopping later. I’ll go first, teach you once how it's all done, and then you’ll get your turn. To show how much you remembered. Got it?”

“Got it!” You had no idea what was to come. 

~

Lilia was thriving in control. How she so easily got you onto the bed and under her with just a mere glance to the mattress. Her lips attacked all over your skin, covering your once untouched neck in a scarf of purple. Biting at your pulse anytime she passed it, reminding you that you were beating and now living for her. Feeling an overwhelming pleasure at hearing your gasp to each touch. “You’re so sensitive, dolcezza. I bet you’ve never even imagined being touched like this.”

“I..I didn’t know you could be touched..in such a way.” You were struggling to get your words together and out all at once. This was heavenly. The way her hands slid on your body to feel your bare skin. The way they would squeeze every so often, causing your body to arch itself into her hands.

“There's so many ways, you’ll tell me if it's too much right?” Her lips had stopped pressing against your skin and her hands stilled under the silk top. “I don’t want you to push yourself.”

“I’ll say something…promise. Just, please..keep going.” You were nowhere near being the big bad being she met on the road. You were hers now and forever. Of course, you didn’t know that yet though. 

Lilia though, oh she knew you were absolutely head over heels the moment she woke up to herself feeling the love. It’s why she couldn't help but tease how devoted you were. “So polite,” she hummed slowly. Her lips found home once again on you, only they dropped lower onto your collarbones and sucked hard. Making you whine at how good the harshness felt. “So responsive.” She did it again, only this time adding a sharp bite in tow. 

“Lilia-” you choked on her name and a hand fisted at her shirt again. She didn’t say much, too lost in you and the way you kept trying to arch into her. 

Her hands roamed, and roamed, and you groaned when they roamed right over your boobs. Running her fingers over the hardened buds only to pinch them carefully between them. “And to think I’m the only one who’s ever gotten you like this…I bet you’re just going to burst in no time. Then we’ll start all over again. Build you back to that edge you’ll feel.” Her words were right in your ear but the squeezing her hands did made them sound fuzzy and distant. Lilia Calderu was about to break you into her little ball of life. It wasn’t going to take much, just a few nudges into the right directions and you’ll be glued to her every second of the day. 

You could tell she knew what she was doing, and it must’ve been right cause it sure felt fucking right. “Wha..what else is there?” You moaned out, glossy eyes trained to the ceiling above you. From the white sky to Lilia, she stared down with pride.

“Now…now I’m going to eat you-”

“What?!” You cut her off with a worried wave taking over everything. “Why would you want to eat me?!”

She was still for a moment, not knowing how to tell you this. “Baby…I'm finding this a little hard to believe you don’t fully understand sex? You do know that's how any living thing is made, right? It’s what gives you someone to give a life?”

“People eat each other to produce babies?!”

“Oh my- why don’t I just show you?”

“I don’t want you to eat me!”

“I'm not going to eat you! I’ll tell you everything I’m doing, ok? That way you know exactly what’s happening.”

“And you promise this isn’t some scheme to eat me? Because this would take such an unfortunate turn if you do.”

Lilia chuckled and shook her head. “I promise. I'm gonna start by getting you out of this cute little set.” Her hands fiddled with your pajamas before pulling them off. Revealing your goddess sculpted body and all its glory. The fabrics fell to the floor next to the bed and then you were the only focus for her. 

She kissed her way down your entire body, peppering the most amount to your inner thighs up to your center. Eyeing the glistening folds that beckoned her closer. “It’ll feel…new at first, but just breathe and it'll melt into something better.”

You listened, taking a few deep breaths before you felt it. Her tongue swipes right through you and makes your body shiver instantly. Goosebumps rose all over you as she did it again. A hand found itself tangled into the curls. She kept repeating the action and she was right, it did melt into something better. So much better you began to squirm under her. “Lilia..I..” white heat started filling your body. “What..” 

“You taste so fucking sweet baby. So pure,” she spoked dangerously low and her hands tugged your thighs open wider. Preventing you from even thinking about closing them around her head. “Just like that baby,” she felt how your thighs tensed under her fingertips. “Let it take over. Don’t fight it.”

“Lil..” her name barely made it off your tongue as it was replaced with a sharp gasp. “Oh my- Lilia!” You cried her name as she gave you one final swipe. 

Her espresso iris' stared at you bare chest heaving with a deep red hue to it. Giving you the time you needed to catch yourself. Her hands brushed and massaged into your thighs the entire time. “And that my darling Life, is what being eaten out feels like.”

Instantly, you were staring with the biggest eyes she’s ever seen. “SO YOU DID EAT ME?!”

“Oh my god!” Lilia gave a belly-laugh before placing a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself still on her and it rattled your heart a little more.

When she pulled away, you hummed. "It's only fair I get to eat you now. That way we're both eaten." Your words were soft but eyes determined.

She gave you another laugh, "we'll have to work on your sex talk, but yes I guess that would make it fair wouldn't it? Do you think you picked up enough? Or shall we go one more demonstration?" Her hand cupped your cheek and she stared down at you. Dominating your every thought.

You hummed for a brief moment. "I think I followed along enough. So Lilia Calderu! Prepare to be eaten!"

"Eaten out, dolcezza. Eaten out." She corrected before situating herself in the pillows. Her lustful gaze watching your every move, from how you crawled into her lap, to how your hands roamed over her covered chest.

You were much more delicate with your actions. Savoring everything that this new experience was bringing you. It was heavenly. Lilia was heavenly.

Your lips dropped to her neck eventually, mocking the way she had sucked down the expanse of it. Listening to her soft pants and hums. "There you go baby..." she encouraged you so sweetly.

With more pressure, you bared your teeth only slightly. Grazing across the vein and down. She shuddered under you. Finally hitting the collar of the big shirt, our brows furrowed as you brought yourself back to stare at her. "Is this where I take off your shirt?"

"Do you want to take off my shirt?" Her eyes challenged you. You stared at her covered chest for a moment longer, trying to picture it yourself but coming up short. Which made you realize how as a cat you gave her more privacy when changing than you ever noticed. Your golden curls bobbed around you. "Then take what you want. Do something about it."

Her words wrapped around you, do something about it. And something you did, hand sneaking to the hem before running the fabric under your fingers. Teasing yourself with how slow your hands seemed to work at removing the piece. But once it was off, you felt hot.

Lilia's index finger hooked under your chin and moved your gaze to hers. "You seriously haven't ever been intimate?" A shake of your head. "My baby's a virgin...well was." The taunting made you quietly whimper, a rush of heat covered you from head to toe. "I've taken your purity away."

"Will I ever get it back?" You so dumbly questioned.

Her chuckle was deep. Daring. Dangerous. Deceiving. "As long as you're with me, you will never have to worry about that sweet thing. Mama's gonna take good care of you."

You didn't get it. Why was she calling herself Mama? And why did it make your body shake suddenly? Did you like it? It sure did something to you but."I don't understand what I'm feeling."

"Explain it for me." She held your bare waist as you stared with such a far gone look.

"When you...when you call yourself mama, it made me feel something. It was warm, and it made me shudder. Am I supposed to be the one calling you mama?" You tried to keep up with the breathtaking witch. Really wanting to understand this..this sweet moment with her.

Her lips pressed to your neck again, sinking her teeth just barely into you. You whined, "you were feeling a rush of excitement."

"I've felt excited before, it's never felt like that."

"Mm, no baby, this is a different type of excitement. One that makes your body react with a need. Does your head feel a little fuzzy?" Her fingers were brushing back a few strands before holding the side of your head. You nodded slightly, truly feeling a slight fuzz to your thoughts as they rolled out of you. "Good, now keep letting it take over your thoughts and continue."

"But-."

"Continue." Lilia's voice hardened only slightly, but you heard it. Felt it too. It's what made you continue. Kissing all down her neck again and to her chest. You froze for a moment, not remembering exactly how it was she had held your own, much smaller boobs. Your glossy eyes flicked up to her. "You wanna suck mama's boobs, don't you? I can see it hidden in your eyes."

You blinked a few times over, each blink getting fuzzier than the last. It was like your head moved on its own though, as it bobbed up and down eagerly. "It'll be just like eating ice cream, you've had that before right?" You gave a much slower nod.

You looked at her waiting chest, "and this'll make you feel good?"

"So good baby, and after we'll explore more of what turns you on." That's what did it. The word exploring had you attached to the woman's breast in record speed. Sucking and swirling your tongue around like it was the best ice cream you had ever had. And quite frankly...she was. She was so sweet and delectable.

Lilia was instantly hooked on how well you worked that pretty tongue. Yeah, you were never going to leave her once she had her way. Her gasps and moans were low and tantalizing in your ear. Spurring you on with each passing second.

Her hand had to eventually pull you off her now bruised and swollen buds. Her chest taking deep falls as she wildly focused on you. "You think you can use that tongue while you-."

"I get to eat you now!" You were grinning and kissing your way so quickly down her. Making sure to still give her the attention she deserved. Yet right as you had her lying back and your lips pressed right above her underwear, she brought her hand to the back of your hair. Restricting you from moving any further.

"Say it." She demanded within her eyes and tone. You frowned, clearly confused once again. "Slip into the fuzziness baby, and say it. I know you want to. Stop fighting the worries and let it happen. I will be here to keep you safe, just like you did for me. "

Your lips quivered as you tried to let it out. To listen and slip into the fuzziness that was at this point surrounding your brain. "Mm...Mama.." you whispered it at first. Testing it on your lips before, "mama." You spoke it to her.

Lilia let that cunning smirk take over, "see baby, that wasn't so hard. Now go on and make mama feel good. Put that pretty tongue to work."

There wasn't another second spared, and just much like her boobs, you were hooked on her slick. How she melted against your tongue and kept herself so low and mannered. "Mm, you're practically a natural at this baby."

You felt it all suddenly as well. The fuzziness, the warmth of the room, the sex that filled the air. All of it. Your mind was clouded but you could feel the lust burning into your body as you ate her further and further. "Fuck...you're making mama feel so good."

Then it hit Lilia too. The way your were projecting your feeling without even noticing. Her body felt like it had grown a million times hotter and everything seemed so heightened. She could feel how your tongue swiveled and swerved against her core on a sensitive level. "Keep going, just like that....'m so close.."

You went deeper. How? Who honestly could say, but Lilia had never felt this much pleasure. You just knew how to do things to her without even knowing what you were doing.

Lilia had came with a cry of your name. Withering under you as she held a fistful of your hair to ride out her high. Only to let you go and crawl back up her body. Leaving a trail of sloppy kisses all the way to her lips. "Did I do good mama?"

"Absolutely amazing, baby." She was still catching her breath as you settled in next to her. "Do you need a break?" Your head shook and you were so curious to know what else she was about to introduce. "You trust me right?" Another nod, "no use those pretty words of yours."

"Yes, mama."

Her grin turned sinister as she was hit with a second wave. Flipping you both over so you were under her again. "The next thing will feel even better than the first."

"It gets better?" You were bubbling with excitement now, wanting to find out what was better than her eating you.

"Oh baby you have no idea how far better it'll get. But I want to take my time and work you up, build you to be able to handle mama's cock." She couldn't contain her plans anymore. Anyways, it wasn't like you really knew what she was talking about.

Your brows furrowed, but the questions. You had fell from you as two fingers plunged into you. A gasp left your lips and hands were instantly holding onto Lilia's shoulders. They moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to such a feeling. "This is called fingering. And I'll add as many as I please. Stretch your perfect pussy out just enough to barely slip into you later."

You whined in her ear as she begun speeding up, curling her skilled fingers just right. Her palm bumping against your clit with each thrust. Your thoughts were solely her and how she was making your body bend to her touch. "I can feel you so close already. So new to such a world, hun. So naive. But don't you worry a single thing, mama won't let anyone use it against you."

"Mama..." you mewled as your body began to grow hot once more. And right as you were on the edge of that white heat again, she slowed her movements. The tears were slipping past your temples before you even realized you were whining for more.

Lilia didn't think she would enjoy such a sight. You flushing and needing more of her so soon. The tears made her own pussy throb as she leaned in close and swiped them up with her tongue. "So perfect for me...it's like you were made for me. For mama to fuck anyway she wanted." Her fingers were moving viciously in you. "I'll never let you go again."

Her words slipped into your fogged brain and suddenly you were struggling to breathe and stay still. Withering against the sheets that were cooling your burning skin. "Please..." your plead came out a broken moan. Nails digging into her shoulders as she had you as putty in her hands.

But this was where that deception had shown itself. Lilia was no longer taking it easy on you. Not when you sounded so enticing pleading for more and more. Her pace was borderline ruthless in a blink. Railing into your quaking body as she watched you fall apart on her fingers. "Just like that, sweet girl. Cum all over my fingers..." She kept fucking you through the high, pushing you into a second wave within no time.

You tried to hum for her to stop, yet it only was lost to the cry of her name. Her lips were all over you and her hand kept going. She was relishing every drop of you. "Lilia...." You whined loudly as that third wave drowned you.

And as your eyes shut tight, Lilia's big brown eyes took in her work. You were spent beneath her and she wouldn't have had it any other way. She honestly wanted to push you to a fifth orgasm for the night, really it took every ounce of restraint for her not to, but with how heavy your breathing was she opted out of it.

Leaving you for only a brief second to grab a towel to clean you up. Not that you even processed her disappearance. "La mia dolcezza..." She whispered into the air.

Your eyes snapped open suddenly, sitting up and cradling her face with all the care and love in the world. "I love being your sweetness...I don't ever want to stop."

She was a bit perplexed at how you switched mindsets so casually, like it was a channel on tv. "You'll never have to worry about loosing that title. I promise you. After all, it's been yours for over four hundred years."

"I mean it though. Anytime you need me, all you have to do is whisper it and I'll be there in seconds flat."

And it was your truth. Whenever she had called for 'dolcezza' you were there within no time. Ready to always cater to her needs in the moment and keep her close till she no longer needed you. Life served to Lilia Calderu without ever needing a second thought.

"Then it's settled...you're mine forever." She sealed the deal with an actual kiss.

It felt meaningful and emotional. Warming every inch of the home and you didn't need her to tell you what emotion was settling between you two. You already knew it was love.

~

the end :)

A/N chat I forgot how much I loved writing chapters, I haven't done this in like years. BUT I hope you all enjoyed reading, I enjoyed writing this one!! thoughts, comments, and concerns are always welcomed but until the next fic!

[mandy-asimp]

When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Chapter 6

Story masterlist

chapter 7

(sorry for the late posting!!)

There was this radiating warmth. It confused Lilia…she thought Death would be cold and bone rattling. Her eyes fluttered open and she was greeted by the ceiling of her shop. She took in her surroundings and found it weird to not be on the ground (ceiling?) of the last trial. Her trial. 

The bell above the door jangled and suddenly Jen and Alice were rushing by her side to help her up. “What..something isn’t adding up.” Her thoughts vocalized themselves. “I was falling.” She was doing everything to piece it together herself, but there were gaps. God, how she hated having these gaps.

“We’re just as lost as you are,” Alice sighed. Her eyes traveled the walls, taking in the personality of Lilia via house form. “One minute Jen and I were in the last trial with Agatha and Billy, and then we were pulled out. Waking up in Agatha’s basement feeling so incredibly warm.

Lilia frowned, “Where’s Billy and Agatha?” Both women shrugged. “Rio?” Head shakes. “...Life?”

“Last we saw her was in your trial. What happened after you closed the door?” Jen led them over to the small living room.

There the three debriefed everything they could. Covering all the information that they knew and piecing together the missing details. In the end they had solidified this much:

Agatha knew Rio was Death all along. 

Billy was the son of the Scarlet Witch looking for his twin brother who Life had told him was in fact out there. 

Rio was M.I.A since Alice’s death back in the cabin.

Lilia was meant to be dead but was somehow sitting in her shop’s living room.

They had cleared the trial, and Lilia was ready to sacrifice herself to rid the Salem Seven. 

The last trial was in an empty cold room where they had to free themselves before the lights went out. 

That was the last known location of the other two.

Jen and Alice woke up and found a note with Lilia’s address and a heart signed with an L taped to the basement door.

And finally, Life was nowhere to be seen ever since vanishing.

“I can't remember what happened in between closing the iron maiden and falling…it’s like someone took the memory from me.” She sounded so defeated over the fact. She was missing something crucial. Lilia could feel it in her bones that she was missing something. 

Then the bell jangled once more and Billy came stumbling back. He was covered in dirt, the red cape that draped just over his shoulders almost a burgundy. “Agatha…she’s dead.” He broke the news. His weary eyes searched the open area though. “Life…she’s not here either?”

“We haven’t seen her since Lilia’s trail either.” Alice sighed, leaning back into the cushions as they all went silent. 

“What…what if she moved on? She said she knew everyone’s entire life including their death part. What if she knew Lilia was meant to die in the trial…and she couldn't bare it and left?” Jen offered what seemed like the most reasonable answer. “After all, she spent centuries as your familiar. There’s no doubt she didn’t have some deep connection to you.”

Alice shook her head though, “no…she sees the death to Rio’s void. She stayed lingering even after I had gone before turning back.”

Billy joined and took a seat on the floor between the chair Alice sat in and the couch that Jen resided on. “Plus, she was trying to learn human emotions on a deeper level. I don’t know which one she felt when it was just her, Alice, and I. But the tears…they weren’t sad. They literally sparkled like diamonds rolling down her face.”

Another beat of silence had passed. Nobody could really give a good explanation on where Life was hiding. If only they could just get a single clue on the missing time frame they could put this all together. Find the starter to every order and bring her some ease that they were all fine. 

Yet, while the four sat in Lilia’s living room, Life, Death, and Agatha stood in a tense circle. “I gave you four lives. I left them all alone. You owe me now.” Rio flashed that cunning smirk. “Life has favorites it seems.”

“I know what you want already. Do you really think it’ll erase everything that’s already happened though? I can give him back, but it wont get rid of the hatred she felt for you for so long.” Life’s head nodded towards Agatha who was seemingly stuck from becoming a ghost (she knew Rio wouldn’t bug her as one, after all, she hates ghosts). 

“What is happening right now?” She stared at her hands, questioning why she wasn’t becoming transparent. “Whyyyy can’t I leave?”

“Agatha Harkness. The Witch Killer. It seems Death has led me into a deal that benefits you more than her. You’re stuck here because as Life, I can’t let you continue on to the afterlife..no matter the form you try to take. There is someone who still needs you.” Life’s voice was nothing like Death’s. Her was a melody that swarmed like a warm summer breeze, while Death’s was echoing always into the world around her. 

The ground beneath their feets began to rumble. Rocks tore up the grass as they pushed their way through. It was a grave all too chilling for all three of them. “What type of joke is this?! Life this is cruel!” Agatha cried on sight. It brought up every feeling of a mother’s grief that she had tried to bury so deep within herself that it would never exist again. “Stop this!”

“Mama,” a familiar little boy's voice danced around them. It made his mother wail in pain. “Don’t cry…Life said it’d be ok.” His small spirit stood right in front of her. Nicky looked entirely different from what Agatha remembered. He looked better. “She even visited me while I was gone! She would bring me some gifts that you had always set aside for me!”

Agatha fell to her knees, hands holding his full face. He was oh so healthy looking. “Yeah? And what were those things?” Her eyes fell to Life who had that warm grin inviting her to finally breathe again. 

Nicky conjured up the few toys that she did in fact keep for him. Anytime Agatha saw one she knew he would’ve loved, she added it into the chest dedicated only to him. But what really caught her attention was his own purple magic conjuring each one up. 

Her larger hands grabbed his and broke his rambling about each toy. “Honey…who taught you how to do that? To use your own purple?”

“Agatha, you did.” Life spoke, stepping closer and letting the natural warmth grow warmer. “But he’s going to be taught more if he’s gonna carry his mama’s legacy. So, my little chaos machines enjoy your lives together. Because they are long and beautiful and I would hate to see them turned for the worst.”

Agatha’s eyes were wide. “Wait…you’re giving him back to me?”

“Life keeps her warriors and I get to see you happy again. She’s giving you the lives you’ve always wanted.” Rio stared at the two as they were her favorite sight to ever see. 

“Thank you my love…Thank you Life. Both of you, thank you so much.” It was the most heartfelt thank you Agatha Harkness had ever given out.

And as she blinked, she was waking up in her house and quickly rushed into the once empty room. Finding her son sleeping soundly in his bed. Her heart swelled with love as she tucked him in tighter and kissed his forehead. Knowing if she stayed too long he’d wake from her tears falling onto his face. Instead she crept back out and downstairs. Finding Life and Death in her living room but as humanly as possible. 

“Yeah, just because you got him back though doesn’t mean we’re skipping over between you two.” Life was in the chair facing the couch. “So grab a cup of coffee and join us for the first therapy session!”

Agatha wasn’t even upset by this…if being honest she wanted to talk about it, and with Life right there, she knew nothing could break out. So she did. She grabbed herself a cup of coffee and joined them in the living room. Where for the entire time Nicky slept upstairs, the two threw everything onto the table. Listening to the other speak over every feeling that had been caused by the boy's first six sickly years. Hearing how they were going through the same feelings in different ways and instead of being there for each other, they had turned on each other. Eventually though, the session ended as the boy came jumping into his mother’s arms. 

His sleepy eyes questioning what was for breakfast as his tummy had grumbled. “I should get going, you all should make pancakes for breakfast. Maybe it’ll help ease back into the flow.” Life stood from her seat, brushing off her skirt once.

“And what about you? Where are you going to go?” Rio raised the next issue. “You think Lilia’s gonna let you walk right back in?”

“Well… seeing as she’s patting the bed for the missing cat, I think my chances are pretty high.” Life shrugged, seeing the divination witch alone in her bed.

Agatha furrowed her brows and chuckled, “so you’re gonna be a cat forever again? She’ll know those eyes belong to a bigger being than a feline.”

“No, unfortunately I think my cat days ended back on The Road. Maybe I’ll resign as Life and actually get myself a name. I mean seriously. I’ve gone this long without one and it’s never bugged me before, but now…” She let herself get lost in her train of thoughts.

Rio smirked, remembering the reason why she picked a name was because she wanted to grow closer to Agatha before telling her the truth. She had managed to fall in love with the witch from the first sight. “I bet you’ll figure a lot out when you see Lilia again.” 

Life shrugged it off for now, maybe Rio was right and she would figure it all out in the shop. Bidding her goodbyes to the reunited family and leaving them to make their first meal together. Although she did leave the house buzzing with lively warmth, a final gift for the three to live in.

Now it was a matter of Life finding out her path from here.

~

Chapter 8.

[mandy-asimp]

When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Chapter 5

Story masterlist

chapter 6

Lilia and Jen had come tumbling through the bookcase. Answering Billy’s wish for the divination witch to be here. The tarot cards were horribly spread out. Her cocoa-kissed eyes were locked right to Life who stood in another version of herself. “You hardly changed…” Her response was a wink and a head tilt towards Billy who looked worried that there would be issues between them. 

“Alice?!” Jen rushed over in her rags to hug the lost member. Tears stung her eyes, “How…how are you standing here?” 

“There’s no time for that!” Agatha groaned as the sand timer kept running. “We can have a happy reunion later, the clocks ticking!” 

Lilia sighed while looking at the boy. “Don’t worry, we’re cool. Now, who butchered this spread?” She had approached the table, ignoring the offense of the big pink dress. Although, Life quite enjoyed seeing her move so gracefully. She truly was the good witch.

Yet, as they moved through the trial, Life felt something unfamiliar. It was like she couldn’t see anything suddenly in any of their near futures. Something she’s been doing this entire time. As each card kept getting placed she felt like she was being pulled through a sequence of some sort. Every person that was within them was blurred. It was like she had lost her perfect vision and was left to be surprised. She didn’t like this feeling. 

Lilia kept placing cards down, traveling through her life as she recalled each card that she had started speaking since Agatha and Billy had appeared at her door. She had understood something without telling anyone anything. All she knew was she would fall. She would fall and Life would cry out for her. 

So, as Agatha slammed down the card of Death, the ceiling  began to lift itself back up. Freeing them all from the stress the trial had brought. “Rio…is Death. You knew all this time?” She raised a challenging look at the brunette who got them into this mess in the first place. 

“What can I say, I like the bad boys. But you shouldn’t just be upset that I kept that from you, after all, I wasn't the only one who knew.” Her blue eyes were piercing diamonds as they glimmered over at Life. “Your precious kitty knew since the very dawn of time. So, what do you have to say for yourself…Life?”

Jen furrowed her brows, “Life? Like…Life and Death?” 

But the question didn’t matter as the iron maiden opened and the Salem Seven could be heard just outside. “Quick everyone into the maiden.” Lilia began rushing. Agatha was the first to go, “When she calls you a coward, hit the deck.” Next was Billy and all she had to offer him was his spell book.

“But how did you-”

“Magick.” She smirked before pushing him through. Alice was next, “Your mother would be proud of you for overcoming everything you have. You are one of the strongest witches I've had the honor to meet.” 

Jen had been last, “no. I’m not going before you.” 

It didn’t matter anyways, Lilia had shoved her in. “You’re the path ahead Jennifer,” her wised hands grabbed at the doors. With one last glance back, it would be just her left in the trial. Life must’ve vanished, she assumed. “I loved being a witch.” Were her final words to the coven as she shut the doors. Ignoring the screams of Jen who was pounding onto the iron.

It wasn’t long before the ancient witch was surrounded by the seven. And as she had smirked, having this all figured out in her head, she flipped the tower's card and so did the gravity. Pulling her and all of them down. Lilia held onto the table and watched as their bodies were impaled by the silver blades. 

This is where she fell.

Yet, she was being held onto suddenly. Hands held her wrist and arm so tight she wasn’t going to slip through them at all. “No.” Life had appeared from above. “No. This is not what’s supposed to happen. This isn’t your end.” 

“Dolcezza…you’ve got to let me go. My life no longer continues after this. Death comes for all of us.” She spoke it like it was comforting, but for Life it wasn’t. It was haunting. “It’ll be ok.”

Tears began to spill down her pale cheeks. Her narrow eyes blurring as the crystals of sadness kept forming. “I…I can't let you. I saw your life every day, this was never here. I would’ve known. I wouldn’t have let you come here if I did know. So why didn’t I know?!” She was growing upset at herself. This was wrong.

Lilia was so perplexed by this scene. Life crying over a witch who’s been living for too long already. It clicked as soon as a tear fell to her cheek and she was also shedding tears of her own. “You’ve always been protecting me…”

“I’m not about to stop…please Lilia..don’t do this to me. I’m supposed to be the unfair one, you can't be unfair to Life herself.”  Life’s grip was weakening as every tear that fell against her soft hands seeped between and made her hold slippery. 

Behind her, on the ground between the swords, was Death. She lurked in the shadows and waited for the woman to fall. Eyeing the unusual reaction from the situation. But she knew, after all, Death had once experienced the same feeling.

“This is my end, baby. I’ll be ok, I promise. I’m sure Rio can’t be as bad as what humans make her out to be.” Lilia let herself begin to slip. Feeling that warmth spread over her arms and fingers as she was being held on by a sliver. “Maestra told me about the promise…when I went to visit her in the mix of everything. She was pleased to hear that you saw it till the end. Thank you, dolcezza…for everything.”

And then she was falling. Her eyes saw Life cry out and scramble to catch her arm. She smiled so sweetly up to the natural being, right before she closed her eyes and accepted her fate. The wind breezed by her body as it seemed like she fell through darkness of her own. It was cold and just her, all alone for the first time in her entire life.

Life didn’t even think about her next move. It was just happening. She too was falling. Pushing herself as quickly as possible through the air to grab the woman and pull her in so tightly. Her own eyes closed as she braced to meet the swords herself.

But life…life is such a funny thing. 

~

Chapter 7.

[mandy-asimp]

When She Calls

Lilia Calderu x Life!reader (she/her)

Warnings: language, deaths, sprinkles of angst, fluff, smut (but that's for waaay down the build up), whole lotta friendship, I'm like 87% sure that's it

Summary: when Life is asked to make a promise, she doesn't seem to be able to say no. But that promise was going to be served out so much longer than what she could see.

Chapter 4

Story masterlist

chapter 5

(Happy Friday, enjoy two (4+5) chapters :))

The trial had emptied out after Agatha, except Alice stood still there. Mortified by her own body. She turned to Rio…who seemed so much wickeder than seconds ago. “Wait..that’s it? That’s all the time I get?” Rio only eyed her in the moment. “B-But I finally broke the curse! I can finally do something with my life!” A slender finger pointed towards the right, a glowing white was suddenly known. Alice was so confused.

Tears rolled down Life’s cheeks. Mourning the loss of such a life. “I’m sorry, my wild ember…”

“You.. Why are you here?” Alice stared at Life, her white hood covering the cascading waves. 

“Before Death is Life…its a balance, and I’m here to see you over. You died protecting someone, that was what you were born to do. And I know it’s unfair that you finally beat your biggest monster, and now you don’t get to continue with that pride here.” Life was so precise with her words, knowing how to present each one to be comforting.

Rio sighed, not in any annoyed way, she just did. “You continue on in my realm though. It’s not as bad as people claim it to be. Some beings wouldn’t let me torture her lives.”

Alice felt warm for just one more second. “This entire time…”

Rio walked towards the door. “Are you ready?”

The protection witch glanced back to Death, then back to her body. Tears falling lightly from her eyes. Finally, she went to meet Life’s eyes. “Did you always know this would be it? Do you know everyone’s lives?”

Life stepped closer, a caring glint in those calm grey skies. A storm always lurked in them, ready to strike at any second. “My ember, it’s time to go…I promise Death will be good to you.” She leaned closer and lowered her voice. “She likes you anyways, you protected the one she cared about. She owes you peace there. So, go on.”

Alice had eyes glazed with a swarm of emotions, a look both natural beings were used to seeing in this moment. Reluctantly, she went. Following Death into the green void and leaving Life behind. Alice walked with, although she wanted to run back. To beg for more time from Life. This didn’t feel right. 

“Even if you did go back and beg her…she’s never made an exception. She’s unfair that way.” 

That didn’t stop the woman. She was sprinting back to the door, desperate for more time. Barging back in, Life still lingered, a knowing smile was her greeting. “Please. Please, I have more to do in this world…Just a little longer and if nothing has happened then I’ll go. Just, please.”

Death stood in the doorway, waiting to collect and be on her way. Life stood in the open area, eyes gleaming with joy. “And how much longer is longer? What is it that is still out there for you?” She radiated a lively warmth.

“No! You can’t do this!” Death exclaimed from her spot. “She’s supposed to be coming with me.”

Alice instantly picked up on what was being done. “I want to explore more, to know what else I can do with my magic…wait…will I get that back?”

Life blinked her joyous tears away as her smile turned into a blinding beam. “My wild ember, your new purpose for this life will be to be my wildest ember. Do good out there and then when your time comes again, you shall have lived the life you’ve always wanted.”

A shaky breath was all Alice could get out before she was lying on the floor gasping for oxygen. Tears streamed past her temples as she slowly got herself back up. Laughing slightly before rushing out after the coven. 

Meanwhile, Life and Death stood in the cabin staring at each other. “But you couldn’t help Nicky?” Rio’s voice came calm, yet a venomous vang was bared with it. “You hardly knew her.”

“Just because I didn’t give him the full life you wanted, doesn’t mean I never helped him.” Life didn’t have any bite in her words. She was being delicate and sincere. After all, that was Rio’s son just as much as Agatha’s. “He lived the life that was designed for him. Which was longer than the original 9 months that he was supposed to have.”

But Rio shook her head and felt anger bubbling in her. “You’re distributing the order. Just like Maximoff did.”

“How can I disturb an order that I start?” 

~

Billy stared at Alice, tears full of relief spilled carefully. “But..they all said you were unsaveable?! How? Oh…oh I’ve made a mistake then..” He had so much to think over so suddenly. “Ok, wait, how are you alive?”

“Life…Lilia’s cat was Life herself and Rio told me she wouldn't budge, but I couldn’t accept that that was all I had. She cried for me…” Alice thought it all over once more, turning back to the exit and giving a grateful smile. “She really didn’t mean any harm.”

Billy hugged the woman, squeezing her tightly. “I thought I’d never get to see you again…and I also kinda knew she was Life. She helped me into this one when I was in a crash a few years ago.” He let go and reluctantly backed up. “I may have lashed on everyone and thrown them off The Road.” He hung his head in shame. 

“Well…in your defense you defended Agatha for how long only for her to prove it to be meaningless.” Alice stepped closer and placed her hand on his shoulder. “You were upset. You had lost a friend.”

Life hummed, appearing from around the trees. “It’s a funny thing isn’t it? Life? Me? You two are special though. You have a different protection to you. One that keeps you on a steady path, of course a few bumps and potholes, but that’s just life for you.” She was so polite as the two crushed her in a hug. It warmed her to know that this was that human connection she had been searching for. 

It was the warmth of good friends bringing out this new fit of laughter. It was full of serotonin and soon the other two were laughing just as well. All growing rosy hues to their cheeks. “Is this your doing?” Billy chuckled out, his cheeks slightly starting to hurt. “Were you the one responsible for the tears?”

Life couldn't contain laughter at all. “I’m sorry!” She was trying to get them down to mere giggles, but it seemed useless. “Sometimes, when I understand and truly feel what you all do, I can't help but to want to infect every life around me.” She had finally managed to subside the dominating feeling. “If it makes you feel any better, Salem Seven also just broke out into a fit of laughter.”

“You don’t understand human emotions? But if you create us?” Alice furrowed her brows. How could Life not know what feelings…felt like?

Her shoulders raised to her ears, “I don’t exactly create you, you’re still created by your parents, but your very life is from me. I’m the first one to really know you and everything you’re destined for within this life. However, because I know all of your choices and next steps, I’m not allowed to interact with you all often. But I had once made a promise that took and forced me to break that. I’ve learned very little as a cat, mostly because as a cat I can’t understand humans.”

“What was the promise?” Both had curiosity, it twisted in the deep browns and shined under the rising light. 

Agatha however scoffed. “Does it matter? We’re walking The Road with Life herself. No doubt Death must be near.” The witch then saw Alice standing right alongside them. “And here I thought you had no heart.” The stab was deep.

“That’s funny coming from the witch killer.” Billy took the lead to argue. “At least she uses her magic for good unlike you.”

Her eyes narrowed onto the boy. Picking him apart bit by bit. “Same way it's funny that the son of The Scarlet Witch is on The Road? Tell me…how did you come across this vessel? How did you escape the grasp of the Hex?” 

“Ease up, Harkness.” Life flatly said. Eyes ready to throw daggers at her if she said anything out of line. Billy stayed silent on the matter, he knew the truth, and so did Life.

“Alright, fine. You dont wanna tell me. But don’t you dare feel guilty about your talents. You survived like witches have been doing for years!  You saw an opportunity, an empty vessel, and you moved in! So you broke a few rules and slipped past this one!” Her hand gestured to Life. “That's what kept you alive! That’s what makes you a witch. That’s what makes you special.” She stood toe-to-toe with him. She needed to make sure he knew that he did what anyone would do in his situation if given the chance. “It’s nice to see you again…Billy.”

He let out a subtle breath. “Billy…William…you can hear me now?”

“Everyone can, every witch with a beating heart.” Life hummed from next to Alice. Her tone was inviting, the same one she used to lure him to his second chance. She sent him a small wink. 

“But this doesn’t answer-” he let his complaint fall once he met those cool grey eyes that told him everything he needed to know for now. “It’s further down my path.”

“Well, if we want to finish thi-”

“We?” Billy interrupted Agatha. “I don’t think I even need you anymore. I don’t know if I ever did. And especially after the last trial…we,” he directed it towards the three facing the brunette witch. “We will finish this road without you.”

Her brow quirked high into the air, and then it fell into a teasing look. “Hmm…what could Billy Maximoff want from the road?” She crept closer, soon to start circling around the young witch. “Is it…find mama? No, she chose an entire town of strangers over her own flesh and wires! Is it…find Papa? No...we all know that robot is offline somewhere. So who does that leave?” Her index finger tapped against her chin as she slowed to be right in front. “Oh that's right! There's two of you! You’re after Toby!”

Even Alice winced at the clear usage of the wrong name. “Tommy.” Billy had corrected her.

“That’s what I said!” Agatha kept poking. “And let me guess, Life’s just unfair?” The blue eyes snapped over immediately. “She had to obviously let you slip past her. I’ve never known her to let one go by. Everyone is destined for Death. But to let only you slip by and not your twin brother? Doesn’t that make you wonder why she only saved one of you?” Life stood silent, intrigued with where she was going to take this. “I mean, if she has the ability to bring Alice back with all her power…why couldn’t she help him as well?”

Billy slowly spun, questioning eyes bored into the figure in white. He waited for the answer to come out on its own. Especially since her mind was so silent. “Tommy couldn’t hear me the way you could. I wanted you to hear my calls…but that doesn’t mean he’s gone for good.”

“So he’s still out there?!” Billy was instantly filled with this hope that this, all this chaos, wasn't going to a waste. “Then we finish this.” He shifted back to face Agatha, “but just know. I do not trust you. At all. I never have.” It was cold and distancing. 

Something Agatha was so used to already, all she did was let her smile fall and agree. “Fine. Let's move then. Last one to the next trial is a nice person.”

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Chapter 6.