Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XVIII.

After you healed the boy, you all helped put him down on some leaves and let him rest, waiting until he woke up to check on him once again.

There was no hurry to move to the next trial, and after the tiring trial, you all finished; a rest and a break sounded good.

While the witches settled down and started to gather ingredients for a fire, you chose to go find Agatha, who had not let the boy's side, showing everyone a far more sensitive side they did not have her for.

Except for you. You knew she had it in her, simply hiding beneath sarcasm and the fake persona of an evil person, a defence mechanism to protect her already wounded self from further harm.

Your steps made a faint noise against the wet ground and dead leaves, drawing her attention from the sleeping Teenager.

"Hey," you greeted softly as if approaching a baby deer.

"Hey," she greeted, trying to hide her worry, but you easily saw right through it.

"He will be fine, you know," you said as you sat beside her, shoulders touching against one another. "My magic is not that weak."

Agatha offered a weak smile. "I know it's not. It never was, " she commented and glanced at the sleeping boy. "Thank you again. I know you don't like taking such risks. "

You gently nudged your shoulder with hers, earning her attention. "Well, someone once told me there is no fun in life if I don't take any risks."

She could not help but crack an amused smile, remembering how often she had told you those exact words.

She looked at you simultaneously, remembering the young girl she had taken under her wings all those years ago.

Back then, you were more innocent and shy, often hesitating to show your magic or use it, afraid you would be judged or make a mistake.

It took Agatha a lot of effort and patience to get you to trust her enough and listen to her. Then, you truly had fun with your shenanigans, crazy plans, and ideas.

Of course, you also got into plenty of trouble, but Agatha never let you feel guilty of what happened.

You did not speak anything else for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and the fact that you were beside each other. Agatha even leaned and rested her head against your shoulder, your presence always having this supernatural energy that calmed her down.

Sometimes, she needed it when her mind was torturing her with thoughts and scenarios. Sometimes, it was what she craved when she needed to stop for a moment and breathe, thinking carefully about what she wished to do next.

And sometimes... it was what she feared. Being so quick to let go of her defences and open up to you, being so willing to lay in your arms and sleep without worrying, you might harm her while she rests.

She feared feeling vulnerable and attaching to you, for you might as well turn and betray her one day or perish and leave her with another crack on her already wounded heart.

As if feeling the turmoil of emotions within her, you dared to spread your hand and hold hers, fingers interlocking into a secure grip. Your thumb gently caressed her skin, and you noticed the soft smile that formed on her face.

However, despite that sweet moment between the two of you, you had to speak up and take the step.

"Ags", you started gently, earning a faint humming response from her. "This boy... who is he? The sigil is not your design. "

Agatha took a moment to answer, clearly debating everything in her head. "I... I don't know, honestly. I feel like I know him. "

You frowned faintly. "You think he might be Little Nicky?"