They Met Over Corpses: An Agathario Story

Part I

Agatha was always a bit evil. She'd always flaunt her alluring purple magic whenever she wanted. If someone dared to question her, she'd let it be known that she could destroy them in a second. Like anything else, this came with a unique twist. Though, the dark witch never cared. In fact, she embraced her dark powers. She knew she held the universe in the palm of her sleek hands and absolutely nothing could compromise her constrictive grip on the world.
To common folk, she's just a normal woman. She's the lovely neighbor down the street who is always ecstatic to lend a helping hand. She's the woman next door who can never say 'no' to gossip. Although she may be rather inquisitive, she stops before being downright exasperating. But yet, looks can be deceiving.
"Agatha, please!" The blonde woman pleaded on her knees. Tears stream down her cheeks, similar to water cascading down the side of a cliff. "I have kids and a husband. I can't leave them to be all by themself. They need their mother." Her voice ran frail and weakened down to a low murmur. "Please."
The taller woman stood over her and placed two slim fingers under her chin. She lifted her fragile face to meet with her own blue eyes. "You know, you're lucky. You have a husband and kids. Some people in the world have neither and frankly, I think you're being ungrateful. I'd kill for anyone to love me like that. I have no one." She hissed.
The blonde woman stammered, desperate for her life. "My son's name is Liam. H-he helps his father with hunting and gathering. His eyes are the most beautiful shade of hazel you could ever see. My daughter.. she has the longest honey-colored locks. Her name is Katarina. She's a total momma's girl. She helps me with the sewing and she-"
"Enough!" The dark witch exclaimed, her face turned into a shade of crimson. Her weary heart drowns in jealousy. She longed for the blonde woman's life more than ever but she knew her love was frowned upon. She's never found herself looking at men. It's quite the opposite. Agatha knew she longed for a wife and a child but that was not possible for she needed a man to even create a child. Upon that, she knew she could never find a woman who also was undoubtedly attracted to other women.
"I've had enough of your bitching! I don't care about your family!" She paused then uttered. "I'll tell you what. I can spare you, but you'll let me have at it with the kid." "Never! Take me!" The woman growled. "You're sick, Agatha Harkness." Her eyes scanned the area. Scattered all over the floor were dead bodies, drenched in blood and bruises; as well as dirt.
"Well then, you've left me with no choice." She beamed then let out a loud cackle. She stood up and allowed the luminous purple orbs to form in the palms of her hands. The world surrounding them seemed desolate, despite its overflowing of bodies which had been met with death. "So, what's your name again blondie?" Agatha inquired.
    "Fiona.. Fiona Evans." The woman stammered, anticipating the quick end to her time on earth. "Ah, Fiona. Well, I'd say it was nice meeting you but you'll be dead soon so it doesn't really matter." She cackled thunderously, completely displaying the pure and utter evil lying beneath her facade. She launched a large, purple ball of force onto Fiona. A loud shriek erupted from the poor woman. The sound of a loud and painful struggle echoed through the woods under the sounds of Agatha's loud cackles.
    Fiona's body went limp under the weight of Agatha's purple force. Her body lay against a tree stub, completely lifeless. Agatha's body met the ground with a loud thud after exerting all of her energy into the deaths of all of the witches. Like any witch, she believed in the original Green Witch despite her not seeing the majestical witch yet. Killing a large majority of witches was almost Agatha's way of telling the universe to lead the green witch her way.
    "Okay well, I've got all the bodies. Does she need that much longer? I mean c'mon.. she doesn't have much else going on besides collecting bodies." She muttered to herself while catching her breath. "What else does she even need? Do I have to hide in the trees or something?" She paused. "Wait yeah I'm going to hide in the trees." She bolted to hide in the trees. Branches and leaves all poked and scratched at her exposed skin as she peered between the tall trees.
    And there she saw in all of her glory: Lady Death. She was encapsulated by her glorious robe and the hood which covered her head. From afar, Agatha could make out some of her face but it's all a blur. There was the faint lining of a skull from her nose down but also she had skin; not just bones. Agatha could feel an almost magnetic pull to the woman. It's something she's never felt before and she hates it, but she gave in.

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Author's note
OH MY GOD I MISSED WRITING SO MUCH!!!! As some of you guys know: I've LOVED Marvel for years and I'm so happy that we finally have some real lesbian representation in the MCU now. I sobbed so hard watching them almost kiss and seeing their relationship evolve. I decided to hop on this opportunity to pick back up on writing and have it finally be less cringy than my dumb middle school writing. Anyways, I'm just so excited!