agatha harkness one-shots

✧ drunk and super powers, pt 2 ✧

summary: Agatha looking after you and turning a bit... Soft.

word count: 2274 words

a bit angst/fluff.

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Your head hurts like a truck ran over you. You feel the terrible need to close your eyes and sleep for hours but somehow you are smiling and applauding Wanda and Vision's act at the magic show.

When did you get here? You don't remember leaving your house to walk here. Let alone taking a seat. But you are. You're here, and you don't want to. You don't want to be in this place - what is this place, anyway? Why do people call you Josephine instead of...? What's your real name, what's your...?

Remember. You have to.

No. Wanda's voice whispers in your mind. It hurts, fighting. So you stop.

On the other hand, Agatha continues to use her magic to mess with the act of the red-haired woman and her husband, amusing herself with the terror on their faces when things don't go as planned. She glances around, to check that none of the guests are aware of what's going on.

All the neighbors are focused on the show, which is blowing their minds. The Salem witch rolls her eyes. They should thank her. The show is being entertaining because she's pulling the strings and...

Her eyes suddenly fall on one of the neighbors, immediately catching Agatha's attention. She furrows her brow at the sight of a young woman, one who looks highly familiar.

And then her mind begins to project memories.

It's you, the person she left in her fake house sleeping, so that the effects of the alcohol would wear off. So what the hell are you doing here?

Shit, Agatha thinks as she realizes she forgot to protect your mind from Wanda's mind control. You attend Dottie's meetings so it makes sense you're present at the event-it's in your script.

Eventually the magic show is over and you stand up, more than ready to make your way home. But everything around you spins and your steps become clumsy, making you lose your balance. You're about to stumble when someone tackles you in their arms.

"Need some help, doll?"

Because of the proximity, your breath leaves Agatha nauseous. She could literally get drunk from the simple but strong smell of alcohol leaving your pretty, delicate mouth.

"Agnes?" You ask hopefully, clinging to her arms, genuinely confused. Is she real or not?

"Have you been drinking again?" You offer a slight nod, smiling simultaneously. "Why? How?"

"I w-was woken up by one of Wanda's nightmares and.... You left your flask of endless whiskey nearby so..." Shit, Agatha's inner voice curses once again. "I knew y-you didn't have super p-powers to protect me."

Guilt. The Salem witch feels a wave of guilt raining down on her when your statement is accompanied by a faint smile, one of total surrender and exhaustion. As if that weren't enough, your thoughts are loud and chaotic enough that she can't help but peek, just a bit.

There's so much grief making you suffer-Wanda's grief. It's as if your mind doesn't belong to you anymore, Agatha can barely hear your true self in there. This would explain why you turned to alcohol without a second thought. You're looking to numb the voices in your head and all the overwhelming emotions that aren't yours, aren't you?

"Come on, dear, I'll take you home."

"Noooo," you protest, "I want to stay with you."

Of course you're going to stay with her. Agatha couldn't afford to leave you wandering around the neighborhood in this drunken state of yours. Like it or not, she generated this problem all by herself. And now she must solve it.