Summary: You slip into your headspace and have a bad dream while Agatha isn't home.
Requested by Anon: "Wondered if you'd write something for either 30, 38 or 50 from those fluff prompts?"
30. "I'm never going to leave you again. I promise." 38. "You're safe now, I'm here." 50. "Its okay, I couldn't sleep anyway."
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Sometimes Agatha disappeared.
Not in the most literal sense of the word, but that's how you felt.
A few times a year the witch would just tell you that she would be gone for a while and leave without saying much more. You knew this was because she didn't want to involve you in her plans, as Agatha was afraid someone would use you against her. So the less you knew, the better it would be.
Most of the time she came back in a week or so, always more powerful and clearly proud of herself, and even though part of you didn't understand why the witch was so obsessed with getting more and more power, you were also proud of her.
But then you started to regress and the witch started being even more careful about when she left, always making sure you were big before she left.
And then WestView happened. The biggest surge of power Agatha had ever felt in her entire life.
You were about to say you felt yourself slipping that afternoon when she gasped, getting up from the table without even finishing her lunch. She looked so anxious when she told you she had to go, that you didn't have the heart to stop her and trap her there with little you.
Surely you could hold out for only a few hours, the time the brunette promised you she would be gone.
Yes, you could handle it. Anything to see her happy.
And her idea really was just to scan the area, gather some information, and then go home. But when Agatha realized it, she was already cast as one of the main characters for the disturbing sitcom of none other than Wanda Maximoff.
And to make matters worse, time passed differently inside the Hex, and then in the blink of an eye it was nightfall, making all the neighbourhood to fall into a deep slumber, but Agatha couldn't close her eyes, thinking about you.
She didn't want to bring you to the madness that was that town, or risk the other witch hurting you in any way. But at the same time the brunette also couldn't sleep, knowing that she had made a promise that she would be back soon. Not knowing how you were was consuming the witch from the inside out.
And the truth was, you weren't doing very well.
In the beginning it was easy to stay big. You sat on the couch to watch a series so you would stay focused on something so the hours would pass more easily. And soon she'd would be back.
As the scenes played on television, you began to feel restless, squirming on the couch, seeking Agatha's embrace. Shaking your head you got up, going to your room to get Scratchy Junior.
I won't slip, you tried to convince yourself. You just needed something to cuddle with, that's all. Only until Agatha was back.
But then night came and as you had to accept that she wasn't coming back. The realization made you want to cry, sapping your willpower to stay big.
The tears only started to fall, however, after you layed in bed and fell asleep, dreaming that your mommy would never come back and that monsters could get you now that you were all alone.
You knew you shouldn't pester Agatha when she was away, unless it was an emergency. But as your eyes opened, still blurry with tears, and all you saw was darkness, it felt like a very urgent emergency.
With shaking hands you opened her necklace pendant, coming face to face with the mirror she had enchanted for you. It was connected to the mirror inside Agatha's brooch, the most convenient object for her, as she always took it with her. That way you would always have a way to communicate with her, without worrying about phone signals or whatever.
Agatha didn't need another second after hearing little you cry "m-mommy" to teleport back home, her heart breaking as she appeared beside the bed, watching your body shake under the blanket from the force of your sobs.
And your crying got even worse when the blanket was pulled down to uncover her face, making you scream in despair "MOMMY!" and thrash against the arms that suddenly enveloped you.
"You're safe now, I'm here," Agatha hugged you even tighter, waiting for your heart to slow down and for you to realize she really was there with you. You stopped struggling and buried your face on her neck, still sobbing heavily.
"I-I thought you w-wouldn't come back anym-more, mommy," you stuttered the almost incomprehensible sentence, letting more tears wet the old-fashioned dress she was wearing.
"I'll always come back for you, baby, always," she kissed your temple and then your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears. She had caused this pain in you and wouldn't forgive herself if she did it again, "I'm never going to leave you again. I promise."
"You won't let the monsters get me, r-right?" You pouted.
"If any monster tries to get my girl, I'll kick their ass," she smirked.
You giggled, whispering an adorable "okay then," before yawning, the tiredness from crying finally taking its toll.
"It's late, angel, go back to sleep, I'm not leaving your side," Agatha told you, stroking your hair soothingly.
The mention of the time made your eyes open again, searching hers, "did I wake you mommy?"
She shook her head, "It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway," she kissed your eyes as they closed once again, "but now I know I'll sleep very well with my baby beside me."
Agatha knew that sooner or later she would have to take you inside the Hex, not wanting to risk leaving you alone again.
But that's a problem for tomorrow's Agatha, she thought as your soft breath lulled her to her own sleep, her arms still protectively around you, so no monsters would ever reach you.
