Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XXII.

After Agatha confessed to you, things seemed to be better. With less worry and jealousy in your heart, you found sleep coming for you faster than you anticipated.

Agatha has chosen to rest a little further away from the rest of the coven, and you have followed suit. Her warm body spoons you from behind the lullaby you need to close your eyes and relax.

Time passed oddly for everyone; no sign of sun or anything to indicate how long the group had been asleep.

The first to wake up was Agatha, whose dreams were haunted by bitter memories of her past, this time about Nicholas.

Having almost lost Teen and then having Rio telling her the boy was not hers... it unlocked some dark moments from her past, and unfortunately, not even your presence could truly help.

Thus, she found herself the only one awake, her hand gently brushing your hair as you had subconsciously leaned more on her folded lap and presence.

Agatha observed you as you slept, a small warm smile forming on her pink lips as she observed you; you looked so peaceful and trusted her so much, not to mention yearning for her touch, even while asleep.

When she was away, when she was faking a new identity in Wanda's hex, she often felt how empty the bed was. She would often lie there, extending a hand and wondering how you were and if you would take her back when she came to your doorstep again.

She had been thinking about you. She was not going to lie, but she could not just bluntly confess it. That was not her.

A part of her was always fighting to protect herself by hiding her weaknesses and preventing her from confessing how she felt, and maybe that was okay because you understood her.

Agatha sensed when someone approached, not surprised to find Rio coming your way. She had not slept like everyone else but had sat down close by, especially after you had fallen asleep.

Ironically, her unique danger made you snuggle closer to Agatha; a subconscious needed to be closer to her.

Now, was it because you were seeking protection or to protect Agatha? No one truly knew.

"Funny. I remember you giving me the same smile, " Rio commented, her tone a mixture of mockery and maybe even slight jealousy.

Agatha looked up at her. "She came first, and you know it. I had made it clear to you back then, "

Rio scoffed faintly. "And yet you still don't want the three of us as one." She folded her hands in front of her chest. "That's fine by me. Keep your little moon, girlie. "

As the Green Witch started to walk away, Agatha dared to move and actually stand up. She carefully walked around your sleeping form and trailed after her former lover.

"I will, but first, I want some answers," she said in a hushed tone, bringing Rio to a halt. "How do you know her?"

Agatha faced Rio's back for a few seconds before the Witch graced her by turning to face her. They locked eyes as they stood in front of one another, merely a single step separating them.

Rio tilted her head faintly to her side, her thin dark locks following the movement of her head as she did so while she played with the curved knife in her hands.

"I found her," she started, observing how Agatha hung from her every word. "After she took care of those witch hunters. Kept my eye on her, talked... you know the drill. You and I met under similar circumstances."

"My case was different," Agatha argued. "And you didn't exactly make it clear who you were either."

Rio shrugged and glanced at your sleeping form above Agatha's shoulder. "I wasn't with her, either. She found it out on her own, but I will give her credit for her determination in doing so. "

Agatha frowned. "How did she find out?"

Before Rio could answer, Lilia's shouts reached them. It disturbed the silence existing in the forest and was enough even to wake you up.

You took a moment to process where you were, and when you did, you noticed Agatha and Rio standing not so far away, clearly discussing something private.

Before you could ask what had taken place, the distant sound of a howling wolf reached you, and you swore you also heard a raven as it flew above you.

"The Salem Seven," you exclaimed, standing up so fast that you almost tripped.

You looked at Agatha, whose eyes were wide with fear. She didn't have to say anything as she grabbed her discarded purple coat and rushed towards the coven, you close behind her.

Rio just casually followed, unbothered by the presence of the cursed seven witches who wanted Agatha dead.

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As you approached the coven, you heard Lilia explaining to the other witches what she saw and who was after them.

"Scary black dresses?" Teen asked, recalling the creepy figures he saw in Agatha's House before he rushed to find them in the basement.

"When Agatha killed her original coven..." Lilia started.

Once again, Jen had to comment. "By stealing their power, " she added, making you wonder what Agatha did to her to cause such hatred and anger against her.

"Because her own mother tried to have her executed." Rio suddenly added, having reached the coven around the same time you and Agatha did.

Even though she was further behind.

You didn't stay nor bothered to question, somehow having an explanation already.

After all, it was Rio you were thinking about.

"Are you really defending a noted serial killer, you creepy lurker?" Jen asked, taking a few steps closer to Jen.

Something seemed to snap within you. You were not sure if it was Jen's negative attitude, her tone, or the unnecessary name-calling, but you found yourself standing between her and Rio.

"Back off, Jen. Direct your attitude elsewhere, for this is not the point," you barked, one hand extended to keep Rio further behind you while your other pointed a single digit at the Potions Witch.

She pulled her head faintly, surprised by your outburst and sudden character change for the new Witch. After all, just a few hours ago, you had been glaring nonstop at her, and now you were opening up to defend her.

Jen opened her mouth, feeling insulted and ready to serve you some attitude as well when Teen interfered, once again stopping things from escalating too far.

"Come on, someone finish the story." He said, glancing at the rest of the coven.

Lilia took her gaze from you and focused on the boy. "When Agatha murdered her sister witches, she spared their young children."

"Yeah, and then they became a feral, hive-minded coven bent on revenge." You argued, showing where you stood on the topic.

"Whoa, ah!" Agatha exclaimed as she finally managed to wear her coat, all this time comically fighting to put the second sleeve on. "The moral of the story, kids, is always finish what you started. Also, mercy is overrated. All right, everybody, pack up your shit! Let's go!"

You started to fix your tie, which had loosened before you slept and buttoned up your black vest while everyone gathered and wore their stuff.

Before you were even fully ready, you had to run and follow Agatha, only to hear the same wolf howl from the path up ahead.

By instinct alone, you chose to run the opposite way, but the sound of a raven made you realize you were practically trapped.

"What about a hexenbesen?" Teen suddenly suggested, earning negative answers from everyone but you.

"Guys, I think we—" Before you could voice your opinion and perhaps persuade them to change their mind, the Salem Seven did it for you.

An inhumane screech reached you like claws against a board or wood. Your hair stood on end in response, and you all had this innate feeling of prey caught in the line of sight of a predator.

"No, brooms are great," Agatha exclaimed, and you hummed in agreement.