Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XIV.

It was not long before the next trial appeared in your path. Once again, it was a house, though different from the last one.

There was no beach, no sunset, and no expensive vibe coming from it.

What was different, though, was the fact that Alice seemed to recognise it.

"Pass." She exclaimed, going as far as to take a few steps back.

You arched an eyebrow and looked at her, getting the feeling that there was something inside there she wished to avoid or, worse, something she did not want to remember.

Something was telling you this would be her trial, her own fear and personal test that they all had to pass if they wished to make it to the next trial.

Rio gasped in joy. "A mutiny already?" She asked rhetorically with a toothy grin that made you all uneasy... well, almost all.

Agatha sighed. "Alice."

Yet the witch refused to take a single step.

You turned to face her. "So, what's the plan, Alice?" You asked, trying to make her see that no option was left.

"Go back. Go around. Go anywhere but in that house." Was her answer, and she went as far as to try and walk back where you all came from.

Yet a few steps later, she gasped upon spotting the house blocking her way. It was becoming evident rather fast that the road would not take a No for an answer.

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Ultimately, the group walked towards the next trial, Alice trailing behind with hesitation.

Immediately, you noticed the glass-stained door, depicting a moon phase once again in a rather favourable deep red shade.

"Waxing moon," Lilia informed, her hand gently brushing over the protruding 3D stained glass.

"The fire phase." Teen exclaimed, earning a nod from the older witch.

You glanced at Alice, seeing her regretting everything, and you were now even more certain this was her trial.

Of course, you could not help but be curious about what kind of trial you would face.

"Okay," Agatha exclaimed and pushed the door open. "Come on. Don't drink anything. Don't eat anything. Don't touch anything... It feels like there's a story there."

The moment the door closed and trapped you inside, everyone dared to look at one another and then at themselves.

"Oh, check me out," Agatha said, slowly passing her hands above her rather revealing dark outfit, which has 80s-90s rock ballad vibes.

You could not help but stare a little longer, your eyes unwillingly following her hands as you took in every curve of her body. Your gaze remained a little more on both the view of behind and also the very open cut of her cleavage and abdomen, barely covering her perked-up chest.

Agatha caught your gaze and slowed down her hand movements on purpose, enjoying the reactions she was drawing from you. She was a killer in that outfit. She would not lie and loved how she practically enchanted you without even trying.

Eventually, she chose to tease you. "Lips closed, sugar. We don't want any flies going in."

This made you focus on her and realize you had been staring with your mouth slightly open, an embarrassing thing to admit. Clearing your throat, you averted your gaze towards yourself and prayed your cheeks had not blushed from being caught red-handed.