Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Agatha Harkness: A Young Ache

Word Count: 2048

There is a difference between a pain and an ache. A pain is temporary, surface level. A cut can cause pain, a burn can too, even a broken bone is simply a pain. Eventually, pain fades away. But an ache, an ache, is embedded within. An ache will act as though it has vanished, only to reappear and cause ten times the hurt.

Not being able to be with Agatha didn't cause Y/n pain. It spread an ache throughout her whole body. Agatha was different from the other members of the coven. It wasn't because her mother was the leader, there was an innate beauty in Agatha that Y/n could see.

It was something she worked hard to convey without her words. She refused to let them fall from her lips, afraid of the consequences. Instead, she managed to be the sole coven member that showed an ounce of care towards the girl.

What she couldn't say to Agatha, she wrote in her journal.

The sun hasn't risen 'til my eyes have laid upon her face
Darkness is impending without her presence
Magic cannot fix the infatuation she has brought on to
I wish to lie with her the way that lovers lie together

" What are you writing?"

Y/n shut her book with a swiftness, "Nothing important. Did you need me, Agatha?"

" Need is a strong word, but I'd like your company."

Y/n smiled, "You needn't ask for my company. Simply steal it away."

Agatha rolled her eyes, nonetheless she grabbed Y/n's hand, dragging her out of her cabin. Her hands were cold, as always. They carried the same softness that Y/n had grown accustomed to. Holding them, no matter how much time, subdued some of her aching.

It was about 6 paces out of the cabin until Agatha let go of her hand. Y/n still followed the girl blindly. She ignored the looks the other young witches gave them. They'd always stared at Agatha. Not the way that Y/n did. They hated the girl, the reason was unknown to Y/n. There was always a murmuring of something 'off' with the girl, but no one ever got pasts conspiracy theory.

" You're always in the clouds when I speak to you," Agatha turned in her spot to face Y/n.

You make me want to float

" The ground doesn't interest me much."

Agatha huffed, "Are you saying I'm uninteresting ?"

Y/n was quick to dispel that thought, "No, I'd never tell a lie so brash. You're by far the most interesting person I've ever encountered."

Agatha cheeks become dusted with a light shade of pink. She doesn't say anything as Y/n eyes bore into hers. The tension between them is innocent and light. It's a feeling that Agatha can't comprehend.

" My mother hides this book of spells. I want to get a look at the pages. Who knows what she's hiding from us?"

Y/n pauses to think of her words, "Agatha... that sounds like trouble."

Agatha nods pensively, "Trouble is what makes the ground less boring."

The possible consequences for stealing this book seemed endless. If Agatha were to be caught with this book, her mother would show no mercy. She already had some disdain for her daughter. Y/n assumed it was jealousy. Agatha was young, bright, beautiful yet her mother was nothing more than a hag.

" What do you need me to do?"

A gleeful smile cascaded over the girl's features, "I need you to keep watch. I can get the book easily enough, as long as I can count on you."