Killy (Agatha x reader)

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Warnings: angst

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You couldn't scream. You were so scared but you couldn't scream. As two of your former sisters grabbed you by the arms and dragged you through the forest, the only thing you could hear was steps and Agatha's pleas behind you as she was being dragged too.

You cursed yourself for not knowing this would happen. Well, you knew it, but you always thought you would be smart enough to avoid it, or at least fast enough to escape. Oh how wrong you were.

The witches tied you to the pole and you wanted to cry as Agatha was being tied beside you. You could feel her fear and that was so much worse than the trial itself. When Evanora stepped forward, you knew it was it. You were going to die.

"Agatha Harkness, are you a witch?" Evanora asked and Agatha nodded "And you, Y/N Y/L/N, are you a witch too?" she asked and you nodded too.

"And yet, you broke our laws" she growled and you gulped.

It was true, in your case at least. You were Agatha's best friend and were always by her side. You loved her sarcastic comments and the way she flirted with everyone (although this made you jealous inside and broke your heart when she did it with you, because you knew she didn't mean it). So, when your friend came to your room one night and asked you to help her break into the forbidden seccion of the library, you agreed without a second thought.

Agatha was brilliant with magic and the dark one seemed to like her. A lot. It was almost natural for her and you knew it was because the magic wanted her. Most witches didn't know it, and always mocked you for saying it out loud, but you knew that magic was a living being, one that chose some people to bear it. And this dark magic had chosen Agatha.

Agatha. Not you.

It wasn't a surprise, to be honest. Your magic seemed to be weaker for a witch your age, but you didn't mind. You enjoyed the feeling of it in your veins and always had conversations with it. Of course it caused you to be called a freak by other witches, but Evanora allowed it because she thought you were just a silly girl. And Agatha was always there for you, so you really didn't care about the others. You couldn't tell the exact moment you fell in love with your friend, but it didn't matter.

However, the dark magic seemed to notice you were too weak for it, so it ignored you. Agatha didn't break any rule. Practicing magic was what your coven was for. But dark magic was another thing. It was out of the limits. It was dangerous. It was Powerful. It was everything Agatha was. It belongs to her, which made this trial a gigant injustice. She was just learning to control the gift that was given to her. That was all.

You were the only one that deserved this trial. You were the one that asked Agatha to teach you dark magic, even when you knew you couldn't contain it. You were the one that made a dangerous mistake. You were the one that played with a gift that wasn't your. You broke the rules. You and only you.

And you wanted to say it, you wanted Evanora to know it so she could free Agatha. But you couldn't find your voice. Not that it mattered. Everyone knew deep inside that the youngest Harkness was becoming more and more powerful and that it scared the eldest. Evanora just wanted an excuse to get rid of her competition.

You were so lost on your thoughts that you actually missed most of the trial. When you blinked and focused again, you saw the witches getting ready to kill you. Great, you missed your own death sentence.

"Hold my hand" you heard Agatha whispering to you and you frowned.

She still had fear all over her beautiful face, but she was trying to be brave and you knew she had a plan. You were about to ask her how you were supposed to hold her hand while you had yours tied, when you felt her fingers. She was struggling to reach you, even when her hands were tied as well. It melted your heart.

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