Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter I.

You were a rare type of witch whose path few chose to follow, but not you.

The very same moon you observed and talked to as a child was the very same source of your power.

The very same moon shapes you as you grow, your moods and natures shifting like never-ending phases.

Both light and darkness resided within your soul, one path sometimes more tempting than the others and vice versa.

It was under that that you learnt to do your first spell, that you practised your Latin, and it was under the same moon that you met her...

Agatha Harkness

Under the full moon, had you gathered with her and her coven to praise the goddess around the fire, bodies void of any clothing as your magic grew wild and free. 

After that, you met again and again, sometimes by mere coincidence.

Your ever-shifting nature was what had kept others away, keeping you confined to a small neutral space between two covens but never able to join any of them truly. Υour complex thoughts that guided your kindness and also led you down dangerous paths became a mystery for Agatha to explore... to study.

The meetings became intentional. She welcomed and encouraged the unique aspect of your mind, the very first spark between you.

Sometimes, your sweet words and smiles seemed to melt whatever ice was threatening to form around her heart; they seemed to bring light into days when her thoughts were too dark.

And sometimes, your mischievous nature assisted her with crazy plans, noses buried behind stolen scrolls of forbidden magic.

Sparks always seemed to fly between the two of you during those moments. Sometimes, they were small, hiding behind brushing hands and contagious smiles. Other times, those sparks threatened to ignite an immortal fire fueled by long touches, lustful looks, and forbidden secret kisses. It never went too far, and it never became something permanent.

You learnt to live with it, also unsure if this could ever work out or if it was a momentarily escape from the solitary life chosen for you.

You never judged her decisions but never tried to change her, even when you could see the dark path she favoured was becoming too much.

You opened your door for her when she first felt like an outcast and again after she had taken down her coven.

You offered her your house, a change of clothes, warm tea, and a shoulder to rant on. Yet when she told you of her plans and asked you to join her, you politely declined.

This was not the path you wished to take, and whether she was hurt by your words or not remained a mystery; true feelings were hidden behind sarcastic words and fake smiles.

Eventually, your paths parted, and the years passed by.

However, fate seemed to draw you back to one another like two halves of a whole, a supernatural power trying to keep you together.

It never lasted for long.

Your door was always open, and sometimes, those old sparks seemed to reappear, but by then, Agatha's mind had been taken by a need for power.

Once again, you did not follow; you only watched her walk away from you for one more time. You thought of calling her out more than once, saying you had changed your opinion and joined her, or even trying to shift her goal, but you never did.

Like the silent moon watching over the earth, you did that... just watched. You became her light when she needed you but never dared to take the next step; your conflicted thoughts and emotions stood in the way.

Somewhere in the future, she stopped showing up, and you wondered if she had settled down at last or if someone had taken her down. Both scenarios made your heart ache, and thus, you chose to forget and lock away any memories you had once created.

It worked, and you continued your solitary life, never setting for a place too long and never looking at someone the same way you would look at Agatha.

Now, you had a small business right beneath your little apartment. It was not fancy; it was simple: crystals and tarot cards for those interested. You also offered star and even zodiac readings, perhaps what truly made you famous amongst your customers.

The moon always guided you, and the stars spoke to you even when placed on a simple imaginary map. The houses dividing the sky exposed their secrets to you, both of the past and the future.

So it was no wonder all kinds of people walked through your door; some were more believers than others, but all had the same curiosity about their lives.

Yet you did not expect that one calm day, the bell above the door would ring, and a familiar face would enter the shop.

"Hello, Hon", the husky female voice you had almost forgotten reached your ears like the sweetest melody.

Your breath caught in your throat for a moment before your mask settled back into place. "Agatha," you greeted her back, offering her the courtesy of standing up from the wooden chair you occupied behind an old, worn-out desk.

Her blue eyes locked onto yours with the same intensity they had all those years, invisible flames dancing behind your irises, threatening to mix and burn everything.

As you stared into the face, you often searched for amongst the stars; that little locked chest at the back of your mind was forced open. The memories you had suppressed all those years flooded your mind, making your heart beat twice as fast as both happiness and pain dominated you.

"It has been too long", Agatha said, her voice acting like a beacon that saved you from drawing in your emotions. "Missed me?"

It was then that you noticed that someone had one with her. A teenage boy stood tall behind her, trying to observe some crystals, but his eyes often lingered on you.

You didn't know who this boy was, but your mind rushed to scenarios, wondering if he was her son, the product of love with someone other than you. Even if not by blood, Agatha had chosen it, letting him take your place after she got tired of you turning down her offers.

You were unsure and did your best to remain calm, not let anything show and not lose control of yourself. Your mind was your blessing and curse, its mood as uncontrollable and unpredictable as the rising tide, controlled by an ethereal power far beyond your reach.

Agatha seemed to understand where your gaze lingered, the teenage boy feeling slightly uncomfortable under the vague expression cast in your eyes.

She rolled her eyes at the drama. "He is my pet, not much of an importance," she explained dryly. Then, she sent a warning glare to the boy, ensuring he would not utter a word.

The situation was delicate and needed proper handling. If it were up to her, she would have left him in the car, one window barely open for some air, but she couldn't.

Well, she could try, but the boy was persistent, and at that moment, Agatha did not truly think his presence would change anything.

Considering how welcoming you had always been over the course of centuries, how considerate you have been of her well-being, and how willing you were to help, even when a part of you wanted to stop her.

"What do you want?" You managed to ask, your voice sounding as cold as you wished it to be.

The moon was not yet full, the tide had not fully risen, and there was still power to hold everything at bay.

Her timing could not have been better, and something told you that she knew it. Never having forgotten how unique your thoughts were and how they matched the white moon that offered its light when the two of you met in secret.

"I plan to walk down the road, you see. And I am in need of a coven," she said, making it hard for you to detect whether she was even slightly affected by your meeting after so long. "Are you in?" She asked next, not giving you much time to debate.

The clock at the wall was ticking in sync with your beating heart as you processed an answer.

Perhaps this one should be different from all the others... just this once.