Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter II.

You stood there, watching her for what felt like hours, but it was only a few seconds. Your mind was overtaken with thoughts, scenarios and all kinds of answers you could give to Agatha.

The majority was a polite way to decline such an offer and go on with your life, putting a stop to the countless times you got hurt when she left you behind.

But the yearning to be in her present was still there. The need to try for once and walk down the path with her instead of watching her go alone. The chance that you might be able to do something more this time.

And the hope that when this is all over, you might find yourself pressed against her body, inhaling her intoxicating scent as she gently passed her fingers through your hair, whispering praises for your obedience.

Ultimately, you extended your time and let your mind process it better; the imbalance between the two answers made you go crazy.

"We barely survived it the last time," you said, bringing up your little adventure from centuries ago.

Back then, both of you were young and easily influenced. You had persuaded a few other witches to join you on the quest, but you and Agatha were the only ones to reach the end.

You were rewarded with what you both wanted or at least Agatha did. You joined because you wished to help her and fill some darker part of your never-ending curiosity.

Yes, you did feel the change by the time you returned, and you knew something had changed, but it was not as drastic as it was to Agatha.

Your words picked up the boy's attention. "Wait, you also walked the road?" He questioned, allowing you to hear his voice for the very first time. "She was with you?" He asked next, this time the question was directed at Agatha; who tried not to snap back at him running the moment.

"Yeah, she did. Now be quiet, the adults are speaking," she told the boy, ignoring his hurt and upset expression.

Agatha did not like when people interrupted her, especially when she was doing her very best to be the winner of this discussion. In addition, she did not want the boy to start digging more, for there were certain things she would have preferred to keep hidden.

The witch walked towards you, her steps slow and confident while her bright blue eyes never left yours. They were always so expressive, deep and mesmerizing that you could stare at them for hours and never get tired.

"Come on, Sugar", Agatha said, her tone having a much sweeter tone than before as she came to a halt right in front of the desk, the wooden furniture being the only thing keeping you at a distance... for now. "We made it through last time. You and I, no one could stop us. It will be like old times."

Agatha extended her hand, placing it on the wooden desk as she leaned slightly forward. Her head tilted to the side, giving a more taunting look that kept you fully focused on her.

Despite her sweet words and attempt to win you over, you could see right through it, just like you could every single time. You had recently learnt what happened to Agatha, losing the fight against the Scarlet Witch.

You realised it was all true because of the lack of blackness on her fingers and her extensive need to persuade you to join. She was currently powerless, and you knew that meant her time on earth was limited.

Your expression softened, and a deep sigh left your parted lips. "Who hunts you, Agatha?" you asked, your voice soft, and so was your gaze.

She held back the need to place your hand against her own, emotions fighting between them over what should prevail. Your hand extended faintly but did not dare move further away, as if an invisible force kept it back.

For a moment, Agatha felt the need to scoff and lie. Hide the vulnerability behind sarcastic comments and a cocky attitude, like she always did.

Then, though, she saw the deep look you gave her. Despite the passing years, despite the many times you two took separate paths, your gaze on her did not change. It was always soft, caring and warm, a guiding light on a very dark night.

You had always been her light, the guiding force in her life. You were always the one she went to when she needed someone, even temporarily, and she could always sense where to find you. Like the moon in the sky, somehow, you were always visible to her, forever there even when not physically present.

She heard your honesty, showing your vulnerability and the emotions you still had for her. Alas, they were at bay, but they were still there. Only she was truly blessed to witness all your sides.

From the rising tides that made you volatile and sensitive to the dark periods of the new moon that made you cold and numb. She truly loved you when you were in your Waxing Moon phase, where the fire of passion burnt so bright it was almost ethereal.

In the end, Agatha gave in. "The Salem Seven", she mumbled, glancing down for a moment.

Hearing that name made you realize how serious the situation was. You had helped Agatha and protected her in the past, though never from a threat of such scale.

However, that did not mean you would stop now.

You looked at the boy, trying to observe some dream catchers you had for sale, and pretended he was not heavily invested in whatever you and Agatha seemed to have.

"Give me the adess, kid" You said, trying to hide how defeated you sounded.

One day, Agatha would be your death, but you could not help it. Like the waters forced to obey the glowing moon, your emotions were not yours to control. The tranquil waters of your souls always responded to how close Agatha was with you, rising like a tide or calming down when she was far away.

The kid seemed happy to hear that you Will join them, choosing to keep any questions he had for later. He grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket, not once questioning how you knew he carried it on.

"There you go. I also wrote the time" he said existed, coming to stand next to Agatha; whose eyes were always on you.

You took the paper gently from his hands, not failing to notice the black nail polish he had chosen to wear. You glanced at the paper briefly and then at him before finally settling back to Agatha.

She offered a sweet smile and gently let her fingers caress your lower arm in an all too familiar and seductive way.

"You are a true angel, Sugar. I will see you soon," she said and slowly dragged her hand away, never failing to notice how your hair stood on end just by the ghost touch she had graced you with.

You were always very sensitive to her physical touch, as she was sensitive to your tempting voice, especially when you begged whispers in her eat in the middle of the night.

You watched them leave the shop, the paper still in your hands, while you stood like a statue. You still questioned whether you had made the right choice, but it was too late to turn back now.