Agatha notices the side-eyes Tedros gets. The giddy, drunken flapper boy with his dress straps falling off his shoulders, singing a jazz song to himself and trying to re-do his lipstick at the same time. He didn't look very convincing. Most people were of the opinion Agatha was pretending he'd done it in order to give him more of a threatening reputation, to stop a repeat of last summer's kidnapping. But Agatha had heard what he'd whispered as he'd flung himself into her lap. -- GMTG sequel oneshot

"Well, don't worry 'bout it." Agatha said. "Much as Hester and Anadil like to posture, you're far more consistent. You're hittin' on all six." Dot brightened. "You think?" "Sure. Come to expect it, to be honest. You've been here longest. Reliable." She leaned over and squeezed Dot's arm. "Whatever shit happens, I know I can rely on you, at least." -- 1920s au oneshot. mostly set after the events of gmtg. written for the 1 year anniversary of me finishing the original fic!

"Just go." Callis says. "I can basically hear you arguing with yourself." "They said I can't." "You'll be pissed off at yourself if you don't." "You're not listening, they said--" "Who gives a shit what a bunch of spindly quacks said?" Callis props herself up on her elbow. "Don't you think he'll be upset if we all leave without saying goodbye? If we all ditch him and leave him with no one except Beatrix, Dot and the few guards who didn't turn out to be spineless traitors?" -- a cut BURN chapter which was originally supposed to go in-between chapter 20 and the epilogue.

your first kiss doesn't count if it's with your enemy/rival/grudging friend/classmate on a random wednesday evening, after you just spent like an hour crying about how much you hate your school, right? right? agatha's asking for a friend, obviously. obviously. haha. --- collab with @feelin-peachy-keen, based on the first three parts of @IsabellaRoseMcfluffy's first "trashy school days" comics!

Agatha had thought she was doing rather well at this whole "modern world" business until now. "Let me guess," The albino girl behind the counter says dryly, shooting an unimpressed look at the money Agatha is holding out to her. "Recently surfaced immortal?" Agatha hesitates. Sophie has told her this shop is the hub for all non-humans in the area, but to be identified so quickly-- "Er. Yes. I suppose. Is this not a sufficient amount of money?" "Shillings aren't legal tender anymore." -- by an immortal, ageless vampire's standards, eighty years is not a long time. But it seems to Agatha that 2019 is rather different from 1939. woken by the millennium celebrations in 2000, she's skulked in her house for 19 years, trying to pluck up the courage to come down and explore the modern world. now she's really wishing she hadn't. especially when she stumbles across her oldest... ah, *friend*, trapped in an aquarium. (written for the SGE Big Bang 2020. Cover by @ kirstenlana_ on Instagram!)

The next generation of School for Good and Evil kids are sent back in time to make sure their parents fall in love and have them.

Modern boarding school AU! Dot knows when someone is pining and she uses that to her advantage to make a team of people. A crush support group. This one is really just meant to be a comedy lol

A Plan For Sophie's Three Months Of Father-Ordained Hell In Netherwood: a) upstage everyone in a grand entrance (roses?? pearls?? maybe bring doves) b) avoid the queen (still can't remember her name) for said three months, allow her to admire from afar (and afar ONLY) c) find REAL friend, courtier of unknown rank named aggie (short for something???) d) scope out elegible courtiers (doubt there'll be any...) e) go home, having learned nothing (that will teach the old fools) (nicola/sophie bodyguard au, with side queen and knight tagatha. Cover by @ kirstenlana_ on Instagram!)

"Why didn't you just say that?" It's a pointless question, given they both know Agatha isn't particularly forthright when it comes to personal things. Agatha can't shrug, so she doesn't do much. The suggestion of weak sunlight is playing around the edge of the curtains. "Well, then." murmurs Hester, after a pause. She yanks off her shoes and scrabbles back onto the mattress beside Agatha. She's careful not to touch her, but stays close, close enough for Agatha to hear her breathing, feel the warmth of her body, and notice every tiny movement she makes. She doesn't sleep, though. Every time Agatha jerks out of her fitful doze, she can see her, watching her silently from under her arm. She's still awake when Agatha struggles out of the fog of a heavy, confusing, dream in the morning. -- long before tedros, there was hester. and long before anadil, there was agatha. not lady a. not yet. just agatha. (1920s au oneshot, pre GMTG. Cover by @ kirstenlana_ on Instagram!)

Although his lips are pursed and his eyes are narrowed and he wears an expression like a disapproving high-class grandmother from the eighteen hundreds, he's still hot? What the hell. So Agatha leans back on the stupid creaky plastic chair and smiles a stupid fake smile and asks this stupid guy with his stupid blonde curls that he probably dyes why he's being a dick. Okay, she didn't actually say that. (tedros and agatha are feuding soccer moms whose kids are, unfortunately, friends.)