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WandaVision // Agatha All Along

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if anyone sees me being manipulated by a 40-60yo woman, do NOT intervene. i am right where i need to be in life.

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Happy Father’s Day daddyhahn 😮‍💨

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part two of serial killer agatha x innocent reader? 🥹

-> part one

Warnings: 18+ mdni, noncon, stalking/kidnapping/being held hostage, forced intoxication, violence, police, therapy, fingering

You awoke with a pounding headache and stuffy nose from crying the night before. You aren’t sure how you managed to fall asleep after everything that happened.

Agatha was sat between your legs, her hands calm as she ran them over your knees. She propped your leg up leaning her cheek on your knee, “I drafted up a resignation letter for you.”

“You what?” White, hot anger boiled beneath your skin. How dare she. Not only is the woman you loved a murderer and holding you hostage, but completely ripping your life away from underneath you. You glared harshly, mentally shooting daggers at her.

“It won’t change the fact that it already happened. Get over it.” She scoffed, pressing her lips to your inner knee.

You reared your leg away from her, kicking her square in the chest. Pushing her with all the force you could muster, Agatha fell to floor with a hard thud. She huffed as she pulled herself off the carpet, “You know I hate it when you’re upset with me.”

“Upset doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how I feel.” You spat back at her.

Agatha brushed herself off before stomping out of the room. Attempting to free your wrist from the handcuffs only backfired, the metal digging deeper into your skin with each pull. You huffed in defeat just as Agatha returned with cup in her hand.

She sat beside you placing the edge of the cup to your lips, ordering you to drink. You could smell the stringent scent of the alcohol swirling in the glass, turning your head away.

“Drink.” Agatha roughly grabbed your chin lifting your head. Tilting the cup you could feel the burn of vodka on your tongue and hit the back of your throat. Sputtering up the alcohol, Agatha clamped her hand over your mouth forcing you to down it. She repeated that process until the cup was empty. Lying back into the pillows your head felt fuzzy, tears prickling the edges of your eyes. Agatha hovered over you smiling as she caressed the side of your face. Pressing a kiss to your lips you felt her murmur a ‘good girl’ before leaving again.

Days past in a blur with Agatha keeping you in a hazy, buzzed state most of the time. You were slow to register most things until after they have happened. Agatha seemed to enjoy your deliriousness, laughing when you struggled shrug her hands off when they roamed your body; the shirt and shorts she put you in gave her better access. Looming over your body Agatha treasured the sweet moans that escaped your lips as her fingers thrusted into your dripping pussy. Delighting in the confused faces you gave her as you watched her suck her fingers clean of your juices, just see the realization plaster on your face as you felt the delayed thrum of your orgasm spread through your body.

Agatha only kept you sober enough for small conversations, if your tongue felt like it didn’t weigh a ton. Each day that passed your hatred grew every time you looked at her. It was sickening to see Agatha act as if everything was normal.

In your small bits of clarity you tried to find anything to make a weapon or a tool to free yourself, but nothing turned up. Your wallet and small belongings on the far side of the nightstand, except your phone.

You watched with delayed reactions as she scurried about the cabin, shuffling in and out of the bedroom. Agatha was moving too fast for you to keep up so you closed your eyes, opting to listen to her footsteps rise and fall. You registered a pressed kiss to your forehead before you heard the front door click shut and the faint engine of Agatha’s car start up. You felt like you could breathe, now that she left.

The house was silent for a while until a faint knock rapt on the door. It was light enough that you thought you had imagined it. Opening your eyes you strained your ears to see it if happened again. When it didn’t, you deflated, damning wishful thinking.

Outside the window you heard soft crunching in the snow. Agatha had left the blinds up letting you watch the snow fall. A fleeting flash of red wisps of hair passed by. A hope.

“Help!” You strained loud enough for the person to possibly hear you.

The figure backtracked and you swore you never felt your chest so light seeing the face of your friend. “W- Wanda!?” The shock and panic on her face seeing you through the window could be equally compared to yours. Peeling off her black hoodie she wrapped it around her fist, the thickness of her hoodie saving her hand and arms from the glass shards as she broke through the window. Brushing the shards away she climbed through the window, glass crunching beneath her boots.

“How..” the words died on your heavy tongue, still in disbelief. Unpinning her hair Wanda stuck her bobby-pin in the keyhole of the cuff, twisting it to free you. The bruises on your wrist pulsated with returning blood flow.

“We shared locations before you left, remember?” You blew a puff of air as she helped you sit up. Her hazel eyes ran over you, checking for other injuries. Vaguely, you remembered her pressing you to share locations. Relief washed over you realizing that that was your saving grace.

“We have to get out of here.” You mumbled, slowly sliding to the edge of the bed.

“I know,” She stated, “The car is running. Come on.” Wanda helped you stand up, your inactivity has caused your legs to weaken slightly. Quickly swiping your wallet, she carried you over to the window, helping you out of it.

The chilly fresh air in your lungs felt surreal despite the freezing snow numbing your feet. Wanda hopped out the window pulling you on her back, briskly walking to her car. Setting you in the passenger seat she covered you with a blanket to keep you warm.

As Wanda peeled out the driveway, the cabin growing distant, dread pitted your stomach. It felt too easy. It was too easy to get away. A whirlwind of emotions stirred within. Tucking your knees to your chest your body wracked with sobs. Wanda drove as quickly as she could to the police station. You kept looking back in the side view mirror every few minutes.

Spending the rest of the day at the police station was exhausting, to say the least. Wanda sat with you the whole time as you told the detectives what happened, including the secret room in the basement. Wanda saved the location of Agatha’s cabin on her phone, handing to the police for the investigation. Wrapping up all the details you were free to leave. Wanda drove you to her apartment, you and her both knew your place wasn’t safe anymore.

Nowhere where Agatha had been was safe. Completely altered by the presence of her. Her memory tainting, twisting, and warping anything that had been good. You really would have to leave everything behind: your job, your apartment, just to feel a shred of safety.

You hadn’t realized tears were falling until Wanda wiped them away, her soft voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hey,” She gently held your hand, reassuringly, “They are going to catch her.”

You just nodded, leaning into her. Wanda turned on the late night news, the first thing that you saw was the breaking news headline. You perked up, listening closely. Your heart instantly plummeted, face drained of all its color.

The news reporter stating that the detectives have searched the cabin only to find it cleaned and stripped of everything with Agatha no where to be found. No sign that she was even there to begin with.

No. No way she’s gone.

Breathing became a struggle as the tears reappeared again. Wanda made sure you watched as she locked the door and windows. Every slight noise you heard through the thin walls of the apartment made you jump. Wanda didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night. Even when she needed to get up she brought you with her.

Putting in your official resignation was difficult. Wanda had urged you to take the much needed time to recover, going as far as to spruce up a spot for you in her apartment.

—

The next two weeks were terribly agonizing. You played news played nearly constantly, afraid to miss any headway in the investigation. It only fueled your fear when they recounted the gruesome ways each victim was found. Sleep wasn’t an option. Agatha had infested your dreams, distorting them into violent nightmares. Frequently, you would wake up screaming, backed into a corner.

Finally, Wanda had enough. Too many sleepless nights for the both of you had been her breaking point. Wanda had often come home to find you hiding because you heard a noise that scared you. She had sat you down to discuss therapy, unable to continue to bear witness to the paranoid, sleep deprived state you’ve slipped into. Agatha had utterly destroyed the person you once were.

Once you agreed Wanda set up an online therapy session, sitting in on the first one with you to ease your anxieties. The bathroom had become your private space when you were in sessions. Though you slowly progressed, it was ugly. It greatly disheartened you when the detectives and news began to move away from your case. Wanda would hear your voice raise through the walls as you vented. One day you feel like you were getting better just to crash back down again. There were times where you would verbally lash out at Wanda, immediately regretting afterwards. Wanda understood, never judging. Always gently reminding you to take it one step at a time. That healing isn’t linear.

Gradually, Wanda had watched the light slowly revive in your eyes, your smile returning as well. Still struggling with social anxiety, you’ve settled into a remote position. When the nightmares flared up you were able to overcome them with the coping techniques you’ve learned, sleep able to return to you once more. Wanda had helped you get a new phone, though you avoided social media.

Food delivery had been a blessed discovery. When the days dragged on and work seemed never ending delivery had kept you going. You set the preferences to no contact, so the deliverer would be gone by the time you got your food.

Leaning back in your chair you stretched out, alleviating the slight ache in your lower back. The blurred screen of your computer stared back at you as you rubbed your eyes. Your phone pinged. The alert on your screen telling you that your food had arrived.

Opening the door your eyes widened in shock. Not only was the deliverer still standing there but Agatha’s hard eyes were staring straight into yours. A deceptive smile on her face, hiding her monstrosity underneath. Rushing to close the door Agatha stuck her foot in the doorway keeping it from closing, forcing her way inside.

Gasping you stumbled back, gazing at her in disbelief. How the fuck did she find you? A harsh wave of nausea washed over you, a chill running down your spine. Your hands shook, intensely.

“Did you have fun? Did it feel good to think you’ve won and were rid of me?” She tilted her head, stalking forward.

“Leave me alone, you sick fuck.”

She just laughed, lunging at you. Tightly gripping your arm she yanked you towards her. Her arm wrapped around your neck, sweeping your legs from beneath you, cutting off your airway. One of your hands came up the claw at her arm trying to tear it away, your other arm elbowing Agatha in the ribs. Agatha grunted withstanding your blows, her hold coiling tighter. Darkness blotted the edges of your vision as your body steadily lost its fight.

“I told you I needed you.” She pecked the outer shell of your ear, whispering, “I intend on keeping you.”

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part two of serial killer agatha x innocent reader? 🥹

-> part one

Warnings: 18+ mdni, noncon, stalking/kidnapping/being held hostage, forced intoxication, violence, police, therapy, fingering

You awoke with a pounding headache and stuffy nose from crying the night before. You aren’t sure how you managed to fall asleep after everything that happened.

Agatha was sat between your legs, her hands calm as she ran them over your knees. She propped your leg up leaning her cheek on your knee, “I drafted up a resignation letter for you.”

“You what?” White, hot anger boiled beneath your skin. How dare she. Not only is the woman you loved a murderer and holding you hostage, but completely ripping your life away from underneath you. You glared harshly, mentally shooting daggers at her.

“It won’t change the fact that it already happened. Get over it.” She scoffed, pressing her lips to your inner knee.

You reared your leg away from her, kicking her square in the chest. Pushing her with all the force you could muster, Agatha fell to floor with a hard thud. She huffed as she pulled herself off the carpet, “You know I hate it when you’re upset with me.”

“Upset doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of how I feel.” You spat back at her.

Agatha brushed herself off before stomping out of the room. Attempting to free your wrist from the handcuffs only backfired, the metal digging deeper into your skin with each pull. You huffed in defeat just as Agatha returned with cup in her hand.

She sat beside you placing the edge of the cup to your lips, ordering you to drink. You could smell the stringent scent of the alcohol swirling in the glass, turning your head away.

“Drink.” Agatha roughly grabbed your chin lifting your head. Tilting the cup you could feel the burn of vodka on your tongue and hit the back of your throat. Sputtering up the alcohol, Agatha clamped her hand over your mouth forcing you to down it. She repeated that process until the cup was empty. Lying back into the pillows your head felt fuzzy, tears prickling the edges of your eyes. Agatha hovered over you smiling as she caressed the side of your face. Pressing a kiss to your lips you felt her murmur a ‘good girl’ before leaving again.

Days past in a blur with Agatha keeping you in a hazy, buzzed state most of the time. You were slow to register most things until after they have happened. Agatha seemed to enjoy your deliriousness, laughing when you struggled shrug her hands off when they roamed your body; the shirt and shorts she put you in gave her better access. Looming over your body Agatha treasured the sweet moans that escaped your lips as her fingers thrusted into your dripping pussy. Delighting in the confused faces you gave her as you watched her suck her fingers clean of your juices, just see the realization plaster on your face as you felt the delayed thrum of your orgasm spread through your body.

Agatha only kept you sober enough for small conversations, if your tongue felt like it didn’t weigh a ton. Each day that passed your hatred grew every time you looked at her. It was sickening to see Agatha act as if everything was normal.

In your small bits of clarity you tried to find anything to make a weapon or a tool to free yourself, but nothing turned up. Your wallet and small belongings on the far side of the nightstand, except your phone.

You watched with delayed reactions as she scurried about the cabin, shuffling in and out of the bedroom. Agatha was moving too fast for you to keep up so you closed your eyes, opting to listen to her footsteps rise and fall. You registered a pressed kiss to your forehead before you heard the front door click shut and the faint engine of Agatha’s car start up. You felt like you could breathe, now that she left.

The house was silent for a while until a faint knock rapt on the door. It was light enough that you thought you had imagined it. Opening your eyes you strained your ears to see it if happened again. When it didn’t, you deflated, damning wishful thinking.

Outside the window you heard soft crunching in the snow. Agatha had left the blinds up letting you watch the snow fall. A fleeting flash of red wisps of hair passed by. A hope.

“Help!” You strained loud enough for the person to possibly hear you.

The figure backtracked and you swore you never felt your chest so light seeing the face of your friend. “W- Wanda!?” The shock and panic on her face seeing you through the window could be equally compared to yours. Peeling off her black hoodie she wrapped it around her fist, the thickness of her hoodie saving her hand and arms from the glass shards as she broke through the window. Brushing the shards away she climbed through the window, glass crunching beneath her boots.

“How..” the words died on your heavy tongue, still in disbelief. Unpinning her hair Wanda stuck her bobby-pin in the keyhole of the cuff, twisting it to free you. The bruises on your wrist pulsated with returning blood flow.

“We shared locations before you left, remember?” You blew a puff of air as she helped you sit up. Her hazel eyes ran over you, checking for other injuries. Vaguely, you remembered her pressing you to share locations. Relief washed over you realizing that that was your saving grace.

“We have to get out of here.” You mumbled, slowly sliding to the edge of the bed.

“I know,” She stated, “The car is running. Come on.” Wanda helped you stand up, your inactivity has caused your legs to weaken slightly. Quickly swiping your wallet, she carried you over to the window, helping you out of it.

The chilly fresh air in your lungs felt surreal despite the freezing snow numbing your feet. Wanda hopped out the window pulling you on her back, briskly walking to her car. Setting you in the passenger seat she covered you with a blanket to keep you warm.

As Wanda peeled out the driveway, the cabin growing distant, dread pitted your stomach. It felt too easy. It was too easy to get away. A whirlwind of emotions stirred within. Tucking your knees to your chest your body wracked with sobs. Wanda drove as quickly as she could to the police station. You kept looking back in the side view mirror every few minutes.

Spending the rest of the day at the police station was exhausting, to say the least. Wanda sat with you the whole time as you told the detectives what happened, including the secret room in the basement. Wanda saved the location of Agatha’s cabin on her phone, handing to the police for the investigation. Wrapping up all the details you were free to leave. Wanda drove you to her apartment, you and her both knew your place wasn’t safe anymore.

Nowhere where Agatha had been was safe. Completely altered by the presence of her. Her memory tainting, twisting, and warping anything that had been good. You really would have to leave everything behind: your job, your apartment, just to feel a shred of safety.

You hadn’t realized tears were falling until Wanda wiped them away, her soft voice pulling you out of your thoughts. “Hey,” She gently held your hand, reassuringly, “They are going to catch her.”

You just nodded, leaning into her. Wanda turned on the late night news, the first thing that you saw was the breaking news headline. You perked up, listening closely. Your heart instantly plummeted, face drained of all its color.

The news reporter stating that the detectives have searched the cabin only to find it cleaned and stripped of everything with Agatha no where to be found. No sign that she was even there to begin with.

No. No way she’s gone.

Breathing became a struggle as the tears reappeared again. Wanda made sure you watched as she locked the door and windows. Every slight noise you heard through the thin walls of the apartment made you jump. Wanda didn’t leave your side for the rest of the night. Even when she needed to get up she brought you with her.

Putting in your official resignation was difficult. Wanda had urged you to take the much needed time to recover, going as far as to spruce up a spot for you in her apartment.

—

The next two weeks were terribly agonizing. You played news played nearly constantly, afraid to miss any headway in the investigation. It only fueled your fear when they recounted the gruesome ways each victim was found. Sleep wasn’t an option. Agatha had infested your dreams, distorting them into violent nightmares. Frequently, you would wake up screaming, backed into a corner.

Finally, Wanda had enough. Too many sleepless nights for the both of you had been her breaking point. Wanda had often come home to find you hiding because you heard a noise that scared you. She had sat you down to discuss therapy, unable to continue to bear witness to the paranoid, sleep deprived state you’ve slipped into. Agatha had utterly destroyed the person you once were.

Once you agreed Wanda set up an online therapy session, sitting in on the first one with you to ease your anxieties. The bathroom had become your private space when you were in sessions. Though you slowly progressed, it was ugly. It greatly disheartened you when the detectives and news began to move away from your case. Wanda would hear your voice raise through the walls as you vented. One day you feel like you were getting better just to crash back down again. There were times where you would verbally lash out at Wanda, immediately regretting afterwards. Wanda understood, never judging. Always gently reminding you to take it one step at a time. That healing isn’t linear.

Gradually, Wanda had watched the light slowly revive in your eyes, your smile returning as well. Still struggling with social anxiety, you’ve settled into a remote position. When the nightmares flared up you were able to overcome them with the coping techniques you’ve learned, sleep able to return to you once more. Wanda had helped you get a new phone, though you avoided social media.

Food delivery had been a blessed discovery. When the days dragged on and work seemed never ending delivery had kept you going. You set the preferences to no contact, so the deliverer would be gone by the time you got your food.

Leaning back in your chair you stretched out, alleviating the slight ache in your lower back. The blurred screen of your computer stared back at you as you rubbed your eyes. Your phone pinged. The alert on your screen telling you that your food had arrived.

Opening the door your eyes widened in shock. Not only was the deliverer still standing there but Agatha’s hard eyes were staring straight into yours. A deceptive smile on her face, hiding her monstrosity underneath. Rushing to close the door Agatha stuck her foot in the doorway keeping it from closing, forcing her way inside.

Gasping you stumbled back, gazing at her in disbelief. How the fuck did she find you? A harsh wave of nausea washed over you, a chill running down your spine. Your hands shook, intensely.

“Did you have fun? Did it feel good to think you’ve won and were rid of me?” She tilted her head, stalking forward.

“Leave me alone, you sick fuck.”

She just laughed, lunging at you. Tightly gripping your arm she yanked you towards her. Her arm wrapped around your neck, sweeping your legs from beneath you, cutting off your airway. One of your hands came up the claw at her arm trying to tear it away, your other arm elbowing Agatha in the ribs. Agatha grunted withstanding your blows, her hold coiling tighter. Darkness blotted the edges of your vision as your body steadily lost its fight.

“I told you I needed you.” She pecked the outer shell of your ear, whispering, “I intend on keeping you.”

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how is she so…pookie but scary at the same time?!

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KATHRYN HAHN FOR VARIETY 'ACTORS ON ACTORS'

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I am in love with her your honour ❤️

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1950’s Wanda getting butterflies in her stomach when she talks to you on the phone, excited about seeing you again. She’s invited you for lunch at her home because it gets a little nerve wracking trying to act like she doesn’t want to hold your hand in a more than friendly way in public way!

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𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒘𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅

Lamia!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader Greek Myth AU

word count: 3.8k

Warnings: +18 MDNI, TW:self- destructive behavior, threats of harm, strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, fluff, process of shedding snakeskin

photo credits: pintrest

“The horrid Lamia has returned!”

A weary man stood in the street screaming, urging anyone to listen to him. The pure desperation in his pleas as he tried to rally anybody strong to join his hunt. Even going as far as to tell others in the agora to stand in the streets warning citizens to beware the serpentine creature that lurks about at night.

Carrying on, you ignored them knowing that the rumor of this so-called beast that steals and eats children is nothing but a tall-tale. At least that’s the case with Wanda. She would never- could never hurt anyone. Poor girl would much rather run from danger than fight. Stopping at the fruit stall you recalled your past with her.

The forest was where you stumbled upon her wading in a secluded watering hole. You were only there to fill your hydria with water for your family. As a child the way the storytellers told tales of the Lamia, you were lead to believe that they are creatures of the past.

That day you were proven wrong as one towered tall ahead of you. Her back facing you, wavy scarlet hair cascading down to her shoulder blades. Slowly approaching the water, you tried your hardest not to alert her.

Unfortunately you had lost your footing, slipping in the mud. A screech burst from your chest as you crashed into the shallow end of the water. At the sound of the interruption Wanda set her sights in your direction. Quite contrary to the stories of Lamia harming any person they encounter, her face paled when she spotted you.

Your jaw fell open at her sheer beauty. It’s as if Aphrodite herself took the time to perfectly sculpt her. Soft facial features contrasting with prominent cheeks bones. Her stunningly powerful tail caused the water to slosh and quake as she hastily fled. Soaked clothes clung to your skin as you sat there breathless, captivated by the way her body glided along the forest floor, until she was out of sight.

The second encounter was pure happenstance. You were merely checking your hare traps when you spotted her movements out of the corner of your eye. For her large size she sure moves silently, almost as if she is not there to begin with. Out of curiosity— and possibly a bit of stupidity you followed her from a distance.

Many paces behind her you carefully stepped, making sure you didn’t slip or snap a twig. Along the way she would stop to pick up things off the ground before continuing on. Completely enchanted by the light, honeyed tune she was humming you blindly followed her deeper into the trees. The forest grew eerie and unknown; deafening silence surrounded you. You observed her descending into a hole hidden behind an oak tree, tucked against a cliff.

Low hanging, nimble branches billowed in the wind, leaves rustling. Unable to resist a compelling feeling you took a pomegranate from your basket setting it down near the entrance of the hole before walking away.

The path from your home to that tree quickly became muscle memory, walking it as part of your daily routine. Most days you made your way to and fro unbothered, calmly leaving fruit and honey-sweetened bread by the thickest root. Each afternoon you returned, happiness filled you finding that your gifts have disappeared. Now whether it was her or another critter, you weren’t sure but you liked to imagine the former. Despite your frequent time around her home you haven’t caught another glimpse of her.

One day you were running late due to your goats escaping from the farm. The evening sky a salmon-pink color by the time you arrived at the tree. Placing the fruit down you turned to leave, caught off guard by a low voice calling out to you.

Why do you keep coming here?” The voice questioned. Glancing down you spotted half her face her peeking above the ground, inquisitiveness swimming in her crimson orbs.

Briefly you paused before answering, “I do not know.” You tried to search for an answer, but you just weren’t entirely sure why you kept returning to her cave, however you assured, “I mean you no harm.”

She simply nodded, disappearing again.

Many weeks past Wanda slowly warmed up to your presence, eventually beginning to sit underneath the tree waiting for you. A wide beaming smile on both your faces the first day she did that.

All the time spent with Wanda you learned that she has such a kind soul, always wanting to learn about the world around her. In absolute awe when she talked about traveling around before she settled here. On walks you both immersed yourselves in nature appreciating the beauty of it. You helped her collect any trinkets she found, happily admiring her as she fiddled with them. She confided in you that she felt very vulnerable with the way the hole in the ground was unprotected, exposing her home. The next day she watched you secure a net over the entrance, scattering leaf litter over it. Stepping back it looked inconspicuous, but Wanda could still leave freely.

She had gasped lifting you off the ground arms wrapped tight around you, watching her strength so she didn’t hurt you. You reveled in the coolness surrounding you, the light scent of berries coming from her chiton. That was your first hug with her, slowly realizing that you wanted to be wrapped in her arms all the time.

After learning she had no light or heat in her cave, especially with winter approaching, you taught her how to make a fire and torches. Throughout the cold months you stayed with her longer bringing more than enough food and firewood. She laughed when you hauled a handful of blankets in her cavern, draping them over her.

“Will you stay tonight?” Her small, shy voice piped up. Her large, smooth hand ghosted over yours, captivating eyes pleading to you. Casting a soft smile her way you climbed under the blanket she held up for you. Situating yourselves her head rested on your chest, her large frame nestled beside you. You had carded your fingers through her locks lulling yourself to sleep.

Feeling movement from Wanda you opened your eyes. She had lifted her head facing towards you, close enough to take in her cherubic features. “Thank you for coming into my life,” she whispered, breaking the silence. Before you could respond Wanda planted a meek peck on your lips, which you gratefully accepted. You deepened the kiss, affirming your reciprocated affection. A deep smile on both of your faces when you broke apart. She shyly lied her head back down, and your hand went back it its position on her head. The two of you fell back into a comfortable quietness as the snow began to fall outside.

—

Finally, the spring has come back around. Happiness blossomed at the thought of going on walks with Wanda, now that she has the freedom to leave her home again without worrying about freezing to death.

Walking further away from the town the loudness of the crowd faded into pleasant bird songs floating down from the tree canopies. Decaying leaves crunched beneath your feet as the warm sun rays graced your skin.

Descending the mountain you stuck close to the cliffside, the trees began to taper away. Cautiously traversing the rolling hills each step you took had the woven basket in your hands bumping against your thigh. Serenity washed over you at the sight of the sun setting over the cerulean lake, waves shimmering in the waning light. Once the grass turned into sand you pivoted on your heel, walking along the shoreline. The saltiness from the water traveled on the wind, grainy sand getting trapped in your sandals. Spotting multiple shards of sea glass you picked up each one arranging them in a random order, twisting them in twine.

Peeling back a curtain of thick, well-placed vines you squeezeed into a small crack in the cliff, making sure your basket doesn’t get squished.

You reached up tying the twine to a stalactite hanging from the ceiling of the cave. Stepping back you admired the myriad of swaying sea glass and trinkets Wanda had collected before winter, some entangled with an array of dried flowers. The torches perched on the wall illuminated the cave, the decorations twinkling in the firelight, casting multi-colored shadows on the roof.

Rounding the corner into the cavern where Wanda mainly stays you spotted her folding the blankets into a corner. Her eyes lit up at the sight of you, lips curling into a smile; you couldn’t help but swoon at the her.

“I bear gifts!” You cheerfully set down your basket, pulling out an assortment of fruits and an amphora of pomegranate juice. Meticulously, you had picked the best fruit to bring to her.

“You always do,” she lightly chuckled, gently pecking your cheek, “How is the farm?”

“It’s doing well. Thank, Demeter, for the blossoming harvest last year. We just finished tilling and sowing seeds.” Offering Wanda a fig you noticed how sluggish she was as she reached for it. The color of her tail held a darker reddish hue than usual, scales spaced apart more. “Are you about to molt?” You wondered, trying to suppress a frown.

Wanda nodded silently, finishing the small fig in one bite. She shifted you into her lap, maneuvering her tail to coil around your legs. “Wanda?” You questioned settling your hand on her tail, her calm heartbeat pulsing beneath your fingertips. Wanda peacefully sighed, nuzzling her face into the back of your neck. With her sweet demeanor it’s easy to forget how strong she is; that her tail is pure muscle.

“Hm, I can’t coil around you? Hold you close?” Her arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer to her. Twisting around you cupped her face softly kissing her lips, “Of course, you can. I just didn’t know if you wanted to be touched during this process.”

“I’m alright for now,” She stated, using her tail to slide the food over, she grabbed the amphora, taking a sip. She lowly moaned at the tart, sweetness of the juice. Brushing your thumb against the corner of her mouth, catching a small drop that threatened to spill, popping it in your mouth.

Placing the amphora down Wanda caught her bottom lip between her teeth, playing with her fingers, “Do you plan on staying tonight? I was thinking we could look at the stars.”

“I would love that,” You excitedly hopped up tidying the space before walking to the back end of the cave, Wanda’s towering stature following close behind you.

Tossing the cover aside you climbed up to the surface, turning to assist Wanda up before repairing the net to its original position. Wanda held your hand, intertwining her fingers with yours. Anxiousness seeped off of her, keeping you close as she guided you through the woods. Dense vegetation grown along the long forgotten road

Entering the clearing you awed at the abandoned tholos that stood there. Stepping up on the circular platform the moonlight shined directly downward. Some pillars broken, lying in decay, but the entirety was decorated with roses and violets scattered around oil lamps. The effort Wanda put in this little sanctuary for you both deeply touched your heart.

Turning around you were speechless, tears welling up in your eyes. The beauty of Wanda’s smile could rival the moon, her eyes holding a hidden nervousness, “I did all this the second I could. I wanted to do something for you for a change.”

Striding over to her you cupped her face pulling her down to kiss her. Deepening the kiss Wanda backed you up towards the middle, lying you down on the cold marble. Settling down next to you, her lengthy tail circled you both as the two of you gazed up at the night sky. No words were spoken as you held hands staring at the clear sky. Hundreds upon thousands stars shining above.

Turning to look at Wanda you swore you saw Aphrodite herself. She looked so relaxed, not a care in the whole world, stars reflecting in her eyes. Silently, you thanked the gods for that fateful day at the watering hole.

Giving her hand a soft squeeze, she looked at you. Rolling yourself on your side, you reached out caressing her smooth cheek, “I love you, Wanda.”

Surging forward she kissed you; hasty and needy. Teeth clashing, hands roaming desperately to hold on to each other, making sure to not run your hands up her scales. Wanda pulled away gasping for air, “I love you. So so much.”

You both spent hours under the starry sky, wrapped up in each other’s arms until the oil lamps burned out. After stacking the lamps Wanda scooped you up, carrying you back to her home.

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The faint aubade of the gulls woke you. Slowly wriggling out of Wanda’s embrace you quietly moved around reviving the dying fire, pulling out the rest of the fruit and some cheese.

Looking over at Wanda your eyes widened, sucking in a quick gasp. Her eyes were glossed over in a milky liquid, a frown etched into her features. She kept her voice calm, trying to reassure you, “This is normal. Don’t worry.”

“H-how long will it last?” Your voice shook in worry. She’s told you the process of shedding before, but it’s surreal seeing with your own eyes. Your heart aches that she has to deal with this, especially when her beautiful orbs turn this way. “Can you see at all?”

“Everything is very blurry, mostly silhouettes. It will last the day, then I will molt afterwards,” You scrambled over to help her sit up. “I can still help you hunt in the morning.” She offered, finding your forehead to plant a kiss.

You sighed declining, “No, you need to conserve your energy. I will run to the market and check on the farm. I will return as quick as I can.” You got up grabbing your pouch of drachma, slipping your sandals on.

“I left the food and juice next to the fire if you get hungry.” Stepping to her, you gently cupped her face pressing kiss to her, “I promise to be back soon.” You hurried to the front of the cave, scurrying off.

Wanda’s shoulders slumped hearing you leave, sulking that she started her shedding process. She really wanted to help you hunt, to watch you in action as you provided for her. You’ve done so much for her, always the attentive lover.

Her chest sunk, thoughts weighing on her mind. Despite the gesture last night, she regrets letting you do everything in the relationship. Realizing her situation her self- deprecating thoughts started to spiral. She kept telling herself that you deserved better, that you deserved a human girl. She could never walk in public with you, witness festivals or theatrical performances at the amphitheater. In that moment she hated her skin. Her tail, she wanted rip off. Heavy sadness threatening to drown her under its waves. Holding herself she dug her nails deep into her triceps, keeping herself from crying.

Wanda sensed new scents before she heard the anything. Sliding to the back entrance, her ears straining for any sound.

“Father we have been at this hunt for days. There has been no sign of the Lamia.” A young male voice croakily complained. Covering her mouth Wanda froze, not wanting to make a sound.

“That depraved evil beast murdered my son! Your brother!” An older, more gruff voice resounded, anger seethed with each word, “I will skin it and parade its body around town if it’s the last thing I do.”

Terror chilled Wanda to the bone, regardless of the fading footsteps above. Her heart pounded in ears as she Wanda crept back smothering the fire with her tail, wincing at the pain. Taking the torches off the wall she doused them in the hydria, leaving the cave in complete darkness. Curling herself into a ball she quieted her breathing, until you came home; praying over and over to the gods that those men didn’t find her.

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Coming back, the first thing you notice was silence and darkness completely enshrouding the cave.

“Love?” You called out, concern bubbling up. Restrained sniffles alerted you to her figure balled in a corner. Discarding your stuff you rushed to her side, “Wanda!”

Upon hearing your voice Wanda uncurled herself, lunging at you. Effortlessly knocking you over, you immediately noticed how firmly she was clinging to you. ”Wands, what happened? Why are the fires out?”

“Men were near the cave. I smothered the fires and hid,” her voice shaky, clinging to you tighter that it began to hurt, “They were looking for me. One of them wanted to skin me.” Her voice grew panicked, her breathing picked up.

“I’m here now Wanda. No one is going to hurt you,” Sitting up to cradle her you held her as tightly as you could. Your heart ached at her state. She was immensely trying to make herself small, trying to disappear.

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed. Hard.

“Baby, you don’t have to apologize,” you tried keeping your voice steady, beginning to cry yourself.

You felt her shaking her head in your chest, “No. I’m weak. You have to do almost everything for me.” Wanda sobbed harder, burying her face in your neck. Wet tears slid over your collarbone, a mix of yours and hers. Wanda mumbled out, “I feel like such a burden to you.”

That shattered your heart. “No,” you stated matter-of-factly, ”Wanda, you never have been, never will be a burden.”

Attempting to soothe her further, “I enjoy doing things for you. So, you have the pleasure to do whatever you wish without the worry of basic things.” You continued telling her comforting words until she fell asleep.

Softly settling her on the ground you fumbled around for the firewood, flint, and steel. Repeatedly striking the steel on the flint, you finally got the fire going again. The scene saddened you: the food strung across the ground, the torches in the hydria, and Wanda’s tear stricken face. Her nose red, and her bottom lip wobbling in her slumber.

Once you scooted back next to her you gently pulled her head into your lap, playing with her hair to subconsciously soothe her and yourself. Your eyes glossed over her form noticing the small burn on the side of her tail. Your eyes closed in worry and frustration that you couldn’t do anything about it right now.

At some point in the night Wanda dragged you into her embrace, holding you close to her as if you would suddenly disappear. Listening to the even rise and fall of her chest, guilt gnawed in yours; knowing she went through something terrifying and you weren’t here to protect her.

Slowly trying to maneuver yourself from her grasp Wanda whimpered in protest. Her tail constricted around your legs, stilling you.

Running your hand through her soft locks you kissed her forehead, “I have to go hunt for today’s food. Im not going far, I’ll be right on the beach casting the net.” A weight lifted off your chest seeing her eyes clear again. With an audible whine and a pout she reluctantly let you go.

You paced yourself cleaning up ahead of grabbing your supplies, not wanting to leave her too soon. Kneeling in front on her you peppered her face is light kisses, reassuring her, “I’ll be right outside.”

Wanda wished nothing more for you to come back. Tears prickling her eyes at the incessant itch in her skin starting to creep up around her hips. Peeling off her chiton relief filled her as she glided around the stalagmites of the cave, freeing herself from her old shed.

She ended up lying on her back under all the dangling decorations, majority of her body spread throughout the cave. Hearing your soft grunts as you cast the net calmed her with the knowledge you were right there. Twisting on her stomach she watched you through the opening of the cave, enjoying the cool breeze that blew through the from entrance.

Satisfied with your catch you headed back to the shore. The refreshing water on your ankles gave way to the hot sand sticking to your feet.

Re-entering the cave you were surprised to see Wanda lying at the entrance looking up at you with doe eyes. Heart skipping a beat as your eyes wandered her bare back. Using her palms to push herself up she looked fatigued, but that didn’t stop her from smiling a little at your presence, “Hi.”

“Hi, baby. Did it hurt?” You inquired, gesturing to the long dead skin lying about the cavern.

She nodded her head, “A little.”

“That’s not too bad,” you hummed, walking deeper in the cave to place the plate of small fish down. Grabbing a pyxis of honey, a blanket, and a chestnut peplos you walked back to her crouching next to her.

Handing her the peplos you helped her fasten the linen material over her shoulders. Shifting down you gently applied the honey to her wound, ripping a strip of the blanket off tying it firmly around her injury.

You began to roll up her shed, the crinkling echo of it reverberating through the cavern. Dropping your shoulders, a sigh fell from your lips thumbing the edge of the hole in the shed where Wanda was injured.

“I’m sorry,” Wanda apologized again, fingers running across the edge of the peplos. Dropping down to the floor her pupils thinned into slits, focusing on your movements.

Looking into her eyes, her whole being,“Wanda, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m upset that you got hurt and I wasn’t here to protect you.”

Her hands wrapped around your forearm, then sliding around your torso, hugging you. Resting her chin on your shoulder, she announced, “With every fiber of my existence, I love you.”

“Wanda, I would defy the gods if it meant I can keep you by my side,” You reciprocated the deeply affectionate words. Tilting your head as you ran your hand down her smooth scales, “What do you normally do with the shed?”

“I normally burn it. My own little sacrifice to the deities in a way.” You nodded hoisting her up, guiding her to the fire.

Handing the old skin to her, she thanked you tossing it into the fire. The flames licked up the sides of the old skin, quickly burning it to ash. Her hands slipped from your body, interlocking with each other. Bowing her head she chanted in a foreign tongue.

You closed your eyes in a silent prayer: a solemn promise to her and yourself that you both won’t be alone again.

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It's like their smiles are having a secret conversation

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wanda hovering above you in bed using one hand to prop herself up and the other to curl her fingers so perfectly against your g-spot that she coaxes you to squirt for the first time all while praising you n telling you what a mess you’re making >>>>

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THIS IS LITERALLY WHAT I NEED!!!!

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I have some gay thoughts

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my love language is being annoying and difficult and insufferable

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Kira’s arrows don’t miss—Yumeko and Ryan just made the mistake of breathing. 🎯💥 And if I’m next? Worth it.