Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Agatha Harkness: Power

Word Count: 1681

Y/n was once a good witch. She was kind-hearted and sweet. She used her magic to help in any way she could. Her good deeds were second nature to her.

It's funny how quickly things change.

It took one encounter with Agatha for Y/n to know she was in love. She knew that Agatha wasn't the kind of witch she was supposed to be in love with, but the woman had a charm about her. Something that Y/n couldn't resist.

Their relationship was hard to manage at first. Y/n was reluctant to get into mischief, but a smile from Agatha was all it took.

Agatha loved Y/n just the way she was. It felt like Y/n was an angel and Agatha was the devil herself. Just like the Darkhold corrupted her, she corrupted Y/n.

Agatha didn't want Y/n messing with the Darkhold. She knew that the book wouldn't do her any good. The charming witch did her best to keep it out of Y/n's reach.

However, the book itself had other plans. It called to Y/n, the good witch felt it. She knew what the Darkhold was and how evil it could be.

She tried to resist the call, but it was futile.

Agatha was out of the house. The book was on the table, open, begging to be read. So Y/n, did it.

She read the book. She didn't know how much time passed. All she knew is that she couldn't stop reading. Her eyes flew across the pages of the book at an unimaginable rate. She could feel the power of the book coursing through her fingers.

Her body ached to try out a spell. Just a small one, one that wouldn't hurt anyone. Y/n had the parts of the book that she read engraved in her mind already. She mentally flipped through them and found a small spell.

She whispered the words while staring at the neighbor's yard through the window. Fire appealed in their flowerbed.

Y/n watched as the flames roared higher and higher. She wanted to laugh when the couple ran out of the house frantically. The man was searching for a garden hose while the wife screamed at the flaming flowers.

When the man finally got the gardening hose, Y/n let another spell slip through her lips. The liquid that poured off the hose was black like tar. It was thick, the spray didn't reach the bushes, the wife screamed even louder.

Y/n couldn't hold in her laughter at that point. She cackled at the mess she had caused outside.

" You won't believe what's going on outside," Agatha comes barreling into the house, talking a mile a minute about the results of Y/n's antics.

She pauses when she gets a glimpse of the girl. The book on the table is shut but Y/n's hands are hidden behind her back and her eyes are looking everywhere, but the window.

Agatha marches over to her lover and reveals her hands. Dark magic coats the tips of her fingers. Nowhere near as much as Agatha's but too much for her liking.

" You were reading the book."

" Aggie, I got curious. It opened itself up to me. I couldn't help myself."

Agatha shook her head," The book is no good for you, Y/n. You shouldn't be looking at it at all."

Y/n mumbles," You look at it."

" And I have been for years. What's done to me is done. I don't want that to happen to you."

Agatha is gentle when she takes Y/n's hands in hers. The darkness present all down her fingers. She puts her lips to Y/n's fingers and kisses them delicately.