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Agatha Harkness x F!OC (Aislin Stuart)

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Summary: "No new horror can be more terrible than the daily torture of the commonplace." - H.P. Lovecraft Agatha Harkness is certainly not commonplace. Nor is the witch who came to Salem one cold night in the autumn of 1691. And when the two of them collide, the world will certainly never be the same. But will it be for better or for worse?

Salem, Massachusetts 1691

The stars were different in Salem. They weren't as dim as they were over Shrewsbury, though they still seemed restrained, like they couldn't shine as bright as they wanted to when the children of the Divine Mother were so restrained themselves. And the air, it hung heavy like a woolen cloak upon my shoulders as I stepped off that wretched ship and onto the fog-laden dock. There was no greeting from local folk, no word of welcome as I and a handful of others passed the harbor master and carried on to the small cluster of homes and shops. Smoke wafted from chimneys and the scent of roasting meat caught my nose as I followed the trodden path through the town. Children were nowhere in sight, contained within the confines of their homes, and with good reason, I could wager that anyone caught wandering after dark met a rather sticky end. 

No one dared meet my eye as I walked through the town, though that could have easily been attributed to the attire that I wore which had passed me off well enough as a man to sail to the New World without hinderance. I'd be a fool to say that I didn't prefer breeches to corsets, though if any onlookers got too close of a glimpse they would have tried to see me hanged by first light. 

"Return to your homes! Seek not the devil within the cover of night!" A voice called over the ringing of a crier's bell from somewhere within the rows of houses. One by one, men and women vanished as the night grew darker and the moon in its waning cast its silvery light down upon the path before me. I planted my feet, feeling the light of the moon bathe my skin as I felt raw, natural power wash over me. 

"Divine Mother, give me strength." I whispered, feeling as though pure starlight coursed through my veins. A gentle breeze kissed my cheeks as my eyes fluttered shut. The quiet that settled in Salem after the doors were all closed, and the windows were shuttered was welcome after the sloshing of the sea and roaring of the breakers for the last three months. It was grounding, solidifying, peaceful. Until it wasn't. The breeze grew into a gust then into a small gale, before it finally ceased. A knowing smirk twitched at the corner of my mouth as I opened my eyes to see that I was completely surrounded by women dressed entirely in black. 

"Bold of you to venture into a town such as Salem... sisters." I greeted, "From what I hear you're all on the verge of being burned at the stake." 

"Mind your tongue, girl." a veiled woman snapped, "You stand in the presence of the most powerful coven in the New World." 

I bit back a laugh, "Good. That means I ended up in the right place." 

"Just who do you think you are, whelp?" 

"A covenless witch of the stars," I replied with a shrug, "seeking solitude and safety." 

The veiled woman scoffed at me, "Ha! You will find neither here. Leave this land and do not return."

"Or what?" I dared to ask, sauntering up to her with a darkened expression, "You'll kill me? Because I would love to see you try."

The witch drew back her veil and revealed an older, graying woman with a pointed, stalwart face. I met her eye with a fierce gaze, my natural power flowing off me in silver wisps. To my surprise, this woman, this leader of the Salem coven, seemed to shrink beneath my glare. A flicker of fear flashed in cold, unkind eyes. I stepped away and turned to address the rest of the coven. 

"I came here to seek solitude, and I will have it. So, let's make a deal. I'll retreat into the expanse of the wood and remain there without issue. I shall not venture to Salem again, so long as you leave me in peace. And in exchange, you can go about your business as you always have, unhindered by any intervention of mine." I scanned every witch's face for any sense of doubt, any inkling of waver and found none until my hazel gaze settled upon the deep blue eyes of a girl no older than myself. She was stood beside the old crone, but her eyes were not filled with fear or indignation like the others. Instead, they gleamed with fascination and intrigue, shining bright in the darkness against her pristine pale skin, like sapphires freshly polished. I lingered on her for a moment too long, finding that my cold exterior began to crack beneath her gaze and I was willing to allow it. 

"Do we have a deal?" I asked with a far too gentle tone, my eyes still locked on her. Beside her, the crone set her veil back upon her face and nodded. 

"The terms of your agreement are acceptable. Go now and do not cross our path again." 

I allowed myself a final second to look upon the girl beside this wicked witch before tearing my eyes away to fix them on the path that would carry me into the forest beyond. My feet led themselves away from the coven, pushing through their ranks and past the array of homes and hovels. As I walked on, the chill of the night finally began to sink in past the thin white wool shirt I wore and against my will, I shivered. That shudder was accompanied by the sound of footsteps behind me, fast approaching. I paused and glanced over my shoulder to see the girl that had caught my eye chasing after me, her dark hair following behind her in long, illustrious waves. 

"Wait!" she called to me, holding up a bundle of cloth in her hands. I was almost inclined to keep walking, but my feet remained glued to the ground as she stopped mere inches from me and caught her breath. 

"You should not be here." I told her, daring to glance back at the town in the distance, "Your coven mother is not too keen on having me here. Nor am I one to be caught associating with witches who are supposed to keep their distance from me."

"My mother is a cruel and unkind woman," she answered rather harshly, "And I've never been one to follow her rules to the letter." 

I scoffed, "Well, then you and I are rather alike, it would seem." 

I turned fully to face her and found myself captivated once more, not wanting to move an inch. There was something about this girl that was... enthralling to say the least. It was as though I were coming face to face with pure, untapped power and I had no way to contain or control it, though I had the feeling that I did not want to do either. 

"What do they call you, stranger?" she asked me, tilting her head to the side ever so slightly, a delightful smile spreading across her face. 

"Aislin Stuart." I replied with a smile of my own and little bow which loosened a few strands of my brown hair from the tie at the back of my neck, "Daughter of Dorcas Topsfield, the Scourge of Shrewsbury."

Her smile grew wider and wilder. I took a slow step forward, getting within a heartbeat from her, whispering into her ear, "And what do they call you, pet?" 

Her breath hitched, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. A chuckle rose from deep in my chest as I pulled away. Her mouth hung slightly agape as I took a step back to get a good look at her again. It took a minute for her to recollect her thoughts and reply. 

"A-Agatha. Agatha Harkness." 

"Hmm," I hummed with a softened expression, "Well, Agatha, I suppose I won't see you again. Ta." 

I started to move away, but she stretched out her hand and caught my arm with surprising deftness. 

"Wait, I, uh, wanted to give you this." she offered up the bundle of black, heavy cloth in her arms, which upon quick inspection was a warm, winter cloak, "Winter is nigh upon us, and it would seem you don't possess the proper clothing for the cold months ahead."

I took hold of the rough wool, my hand brushing against hers as I did, sending a spark up my arm and into my chest. The air became heavy again, though not due to the fear of the Salemites behind me. This was a comfortable heavy, one that shielded me from the cold for only a split second before the chill of the autumn air came rushing back. 

"Thank you." I said softly. Taking the cloak into my arms, I tossed over my shoulders and immediately felt the cut of the wind come to an end. "I suppose I should be off."

"Can I see you again?" Agatha asked me quickly. Looking back into her brilliant blue eyes, I felt a flutter in my chest. I had come here to escape other witches, only to end up being entranced by one as soon as I arrived. I took hold of a ring on my right hand, crafted from fine silver bearing a gleaming white pearl.

Holding it up to my lips, I whispered, "Invenias quod petis apud me in manu tua."

Stepping back toward her, I pressed the ring into her palm and closed her fingers around it, "When you wish to find me, simply put on the ring and it will show you your path. When you wear it, all roads shall lead to me."

I released her hand and stepped away, vanishing from sight before she lifted her eyes from the ring back to the road.

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She sought me out three days later. It had given me enough time to venture far enough into the wood that I would remain untouched by any who dared to seek me out, while also granting me the opportunity to make use of a summoning spell to establish a sturdy enough shelter until I was able to conjure something permanent. A heavy frost coated the leaf litter on the floor that morning, casting an ethereal shimmer across the wood as I sat upon a rotting oak stump and took in my surroundings.

The protection circle had continued to do its job, I had remained undisturbed during the night. The small fire that I had built was steadily growing as I continued to feed it, heating up the kettle I had hung on an iron hook. Freshly snared rabbit was roasting on a small wire spit, the scent of its roasting flesh making my mouth water as I readied a cup for morning tea. The forest was quiet, save for the rustling of leaves when a squirrel skittered past, or a deer came by to investigate. Glancing up at the sky, I could see that it was going to a clear day, a good day. It had been a long time since I had had one of those. 

The kettle began to whistle, I grasped hold of the rag-wrapped handle and filled my cup. The calming scent of black tea, calendula, and cornflower wafted up to my nose, the heat radiating from the cup warming my hands as I raised it to my lips and took a careful sip. 

"I hope you have enough to share." 

My head whipped around to see Agatha Harkness standing at the edge of my circle, a gentle, innocent smile on her face as she stood with a deep violet shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She was entrancing in the dark of night, but in the light of day, she was as radiant as the sun. Her dark brown hair shone brightly in the pale autumn light, her porcelain skin pristinely white. The shawl meant to stave off the morning chill covered most of her, though I could see the intricate black lacework of her gown's bodice peeking through it. 

"Transite in sacrarium meum, et estote suscipite." I said, gesturing to the space next to me on the stump, "I have plenty to share. Come, sit." 

With a snap of my fingers, a second cup floated up from its place amongst the personal effects I had summoned over to where the kettle was. Without lifting a finger, the kettle filled the cup and returned to its place. Agatha cautiously stepped past the ring of white stones and found no resistance upon passing fully through. Taking the cup from its place in midair she lowered herself next to me and took a sip, letting the warm liquid bring some life back into her chilled bones.

"You know I wasn't completely convinced that your little spell would work but," she glanced down at the ring nestled perfectly upon her right middle finger, "as soon as I put it on, I felt a pull in my chest, and it led me here."

"Well, I certainly wasn't going to lie to you. I only lie to those who deserve to be lied to." I replied simply, "I haven't known you very long, but I see no reason why you shouldn't be told the truth."

"Ah, then you and my mother would be quite at odds. She refuses to teach me." 

I arched a curious brow, "What witch would refuse to teach her child the craft?" 

Agatha's grip on her teacup became tense, her eyes remained downcast. She was withholding something, though what it was I couldn't be sure. I watched her sit in abject silence for a while, until she finally worked up the courage to speak again.

"My magic is dark. It aligns with evil, and because of this my mother will not teach me."

I had heard an eerily similar story many years ago. My own mother's tale of how she came to acquire her power was one of turmoil, anguish, and death. Over the centuries, she had become known to lure witches into her thrall, tell them she was establishing a coven, then like a leech to an ill man's neck drew every drop of magic from them and absorbed it for herself. The corpses piled high outside the cottage where I was born. I'm sure if I were to return to that place tucked within the forests outside Shrewsbury, they would have grown higher still. 

"My mother refused to teach me as well." I confessed, " She is a proponent of the dark arts, using power to gain more power. But my magic is rare, volatile, more in tune with the eldritch magic of sorcerers. It's as ever changing as the phases of the moon and it takes a great deal of self-discipline to master, something my mother disregards entirely. I had to spend some time studying with the Ancient One in Kamar-Taj to truly understand it myself. But... in time you could learn to master yourself as well." 

"You would teach me?" Agatha's tone suddenly became hopeful, excited even as her eyes met mine. I nearly choked on the sip of tea I had just taken, coughing up my drink onto the frost-laden ground at my feet. My gaze fixed on my shoes, drifted back up once I had regained my ability to breathe again. 

"I... apologize." I said with a hoarse tone. "But I'm not much of a teacher, Agatha Harkness." 

"Well, I'm not much of a student, Aislin Stuart," she answered smartly, a smirk dressed upon her face, "but I'd be willing to walk this unknown path if you walk it with me." 

A tightness formed in my chest. My heart pounded against my ribcage. I couldn't turn away from her, and she knew it.

"Very well then. Down the road we'll go. Our own secret coven of two." 

Part of me wished that I had leaned toward divination in that time, perhaps then I would have seen what was to come. The passion, the anger, the heartache that would certainly arise from it all... but knowing it wouldn't have made a difference. There was truly no way to predict what Agatha Harkness would do.

I only wish I had known it sooner. 

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hi there! this is my first time posting a fic and uhh yeah. hope you guys enjoy!! might post part two next week (or sunday)!! 

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Agatha sighed as she closed the front door, her forehead leaning against the cold wood. Usually she loved her trips, but this one was different. Not only was it further away than usual, it was also a lot longer. Her last few trips have been 2-3 days, maybe 4 at a push but they never extended past a week. This one was for a month. It was a month away from you, her angel, her true love. She would do anything for you, and hated being away from you for too long. It drove her insane.

Your relationship with Agatha has been your longest so far. You’ve been together for 3 years but it felt as if you’d been together for most of your lives. It felt as if you were soulmates. For Agatha, this was a whole new ballgame. She’d never been in anything as long term as this, she was usually too afraid of the other person getting hurt, or hurting them accidentally or them eventually fearing her because of what she was. But you, you took her by surprise, as you always do nowadays. You didn’t judge at all, in fact, you found it cool that she was a witch, and rather hot. The fact that she stood in her own power and didn’t cower to anyone or anything was amazing to you, and incredibly empowering… also extremely hot.

The day she met (a more accurate description would be when she bumped into) you at that coffee shop is one of her favourite memories. She remembered how much of a stuttering mess you were blurting out as many apologies as possible as you attempted to wipe the coffee you’d spilt down her shirt whilst she remained silent, watching you. It was her fault, she wasn’t paying attention but you immediately took the blame. You’d continue to panic until she took hold of your hands softly to stop you from hastily wiping, reassuring you it was okay and that no harm was done. She told you she didn’t like this shirt anyway and that now she had a reason to get rid of it (not that she did, unsurprisingly she’s the sentimental type and kept it in the end, not that she’d ever tell you). You asked how you could make it up to her regardless, and she asked for one simple thing. That you both meet the next day for coffee, at the same coffee shop at the same time. You agreed. From that day on, she knew she would never let you go, and the same could be said for you with her. You both fell for each other the second you met.

She found it odd that the only light downstairs was coming from the kitchen. She further realised that there was something else missing in the darkened front room: you. The last few trips she’d been on, the day she was returning you’d stayed up until she got home, wanting to kiss her and hug her the second she walked through the door, even if she protested that you needed to sleep; she couldn’t always guarantee she would get home at a reasonable time. She dropped her bag by the door and walked through the seemingly empty house, feeling a sense of dread until she noticed the pre-prepared cup left next to the almost cold kettle. You knew she loved to have a cup of tea when she came home, so you’d prepped one for her, putting her favourite lavender teabag in for her. Agatha’s smile returned as she boiled it again, looking around the small kitchen and remembering all the nights you’d spent together trying to bake or cook things that were sometimes successful, sometimes not so much. All the times she’d come up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, pressing soft kisses into your shoulder or peppering your cheek with them as you softly argued about needing to make dinner. She’d turn you around and switch the radio on with her magic so she didn’t have to let go of you, swaying together to whatever song was playing. She’d always tell you how much she loved you, how much you meant to her, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as she held you as close to her as possible.

She was pulled out of her memories by the kettle whistling before going quiet, alerting Agatha it was finally boiled. She poured the hot water into the mug before walking upstairs slowly, hoping you were still awake. Once she reached the bedroom she stopped in the doorway, admiring the sweet scene before her. You were curled up on the bed, wearing her favourite purple jumper, fast asleep with Senor Scratchy in your arms. Her smile widened, she couldn’t believe she’d not seen your gorgeous face in a month. As much as she loved modern technology, she still didn’t see the purpose of having a phone but that was before she met you, and realised long distances were hard on the both of you. Maybe she’d finally get one, just so she could talk to you when she’s away. She remained in the doorway for a few minutes, just taking in being home and finally seeing you. She sipped on her tea before she walked towards her side of the bed, noticing how the moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, illuminating parts of your face softly. She finished her tea quickly before she carefully opened her bedside drawer to grab her pyjamas, not wanting to waste anymore time she could be spending snuggling with you, making up for lost time.

Senor Scratchy sensed movement beside him and woke softly, turning in your arms to see who or what it was, growling quietly in case it was an intruder or someone he didn’t like and needed to protect you. Once he recognised the other person was Agatha, he began purring happily. Agatha leaned over to pet him in an attempt to calm him down. “I know, I know, shhh. You missed me, I was gone for too long, I agree. I hope you behaved while I was gone.“ Agatha whispered to make sure she didn’t wake you. They both turned to look at your face, soft and peaceful, too deep in slumber to hear them.

"I think someone else missed me too.”

Scratchy curled back up into your arms as you shivered, the cold air finally reaching your bare legs. Shorts were not a good idea when you’re sleeping alone in winter. Agatha unfolded the blanket under your legs to pull it up to your waist, so you could warm up and still let Scratchy see what was going on. When she found the pyjamas she’d been looking for, she used her magic to change rather than physically doing it, it would take up too much time and she was far too impatient in that moment.

She finally climbed into your shared bed, trying her hardest not to disturb you from your sleep. As she turned to face you, she pulled you closer to her. You found Agatha’s warmth welcoming, moving closer unconsciously. Agatha opened her arms and allowed you to snuggle against her chest, your head resting against her shoulder. She admired you for a moment before pressing a few soft kisses to your forehead and temple. She rested her chin atop your head, one hand delicately brushing through your hair, something she did to calm you down or to help you sleep. The other wrapped around your waist, her forearm lightly resting against Scratchy’s back, making sure he felt included too.

Every time she came home from her trips, this was the only thing she wanted to do, cuddle with you and Scratchy, who the pair of you affectionately refer to as her son, the two most important people in her life. You both found it hard to sleep without the other person, often only getting a few hours sleep or suffering from bouts of sleeplessness when away. That first night back together is always so important to the pair of them, hence who you like staying up to see her when she gets home. She can imagine you might be heartbroken when you wake up and realise you weren’t there to greet her when she got back, but it was okay. The fact that Agatha gets to cuddle you and hold you close now means more to her than anything, and knowing she wouldn’t have to go anywhere for the foreseeable future was even better. The rest of the week would consist of the pair of you staying in bed, not leaving each other’s arms (and the house if you can both help it).

“Next time, I won’t be gone for as long as I was today. I promise you, my angel. No more long trips, I don’t like it when you’re not next to me whether in bed or not. I missed you far too much to be humanly possible.” She whispered these promises into your hair as you continued sleeping, aware she was there but at the same time, you weren’t too sure if she was really there or if you were fully immersed in the dream you were having. You always dreamt of Agatha when she was away.

“I love you baby, more than words can say.”

She pressed a soft kiss against your lips before closing her eyes, finally feeling at peace with her lover in her arms and her son cuddled up between them.

Nothing could make her happier, knowing she would always come home to you.