A/N: Hello everyone! I have a drabble for this final day of @agathaallalongweek ! Today is a bonus day and I picked "Celestial Agatha" as my prompt. Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end. Enjoy!
Someone was knocking at Death’s door. Rio knew it was impossible, that nothing in the universe was strong enough to open that door aside from her, and yet, she felt it rattle. The lock held, but not by much, as whatever was on the other side banged against the planks, fingernails scraping on the wood until it left deep grooves behind. When the assault ended, Rio was both relieved and worried. She wasn’t sure the door would hold another assault, and whatever had tried would certainly try again. The only thing she could do was stop them before they did.
She followed the trail of magic, because magic this powerful left a trace, until she found herself in Hollywood where she melted out of the shadows inside a sound stage. Every available surface had been painted with circles and runes and symbols while candles floated in the air for a ritual that Rio didn’t know, but could comprehend. Her culprit was here, alright. Then, once she saw the crumpled shape in the center, she felt foolish. She should have known Agatha Harkness was behind it all.
Agatha was on her knees, visibly shaking in the dark sound stage. At first, Rio wasn’t sure whether she was shaking from anger that her ritual had failed or from sadness, but then she heard a strangled sob. She approached her carefully, without making a sound, as one would creep on a lion. In the past, this would have worked, but now, even without looking at her, Agatha could sense her.
“Come to gloat?” she snarled.
She sat back, brushed the tears out of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye she composed herself to the charismatic and unshakable witch Rio knew her to be. It might have fooled some, but never her.
“I felt you calling.”
“Is that what I was doing? Because I thought I was about to bring my son back.”
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A/N: Hello everyone! Day 7 of @agathaallalongweek and today's story was inspired by an awesome fanart that @cattles-bians posted a while ago. Basically, Agatha is the daughter of Mephisto and she has horns. Oh, and Mephisto wants a grandson. Agathario smut ensues. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy ;)
Agatha hated going to her father’s place. The man had only one decorative element on display everywhere, like he’d never acquired a sense of taste in the past however many thousand years he’d been alive. Sure, fire and brimstone had its effect on first time visitors, but she thought he could make an effort to spruces up the place every so often.
Mephisto sat on his huge obsidian throne that looked like someone had splashed lava on a chair and it had cooled instantly. The uneven shape of the armrests was a touch of whimsy that Agatha always thought didn’t suit the man – extra-dimensional demon – who sat on it. He looked down at her with displeasure, which she was quite used to. No matter the parent, she was always disappointing them.
“Hey dad,” she said as she stopped on the basalt dais in front of her. A chasm with lava running at the bottom separated her from Mephisto, and she could easily cross it if she wanted to, but her dad wasn’t much of a hugger and to be honest, neither was she. “Sorry I missed Father’s Day. And the one before. And the one before that.” For show, she quickly counted on her fingers then waved the whole thing off. “I’ve missed a few, I know.”
“Agatha,” Mephisto’s voice boomed around the throne room, making the imps in the wings shudder. Agatha didn’t even flinch. “You know why you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Is this about the Hindenburg? Because I figured you’d appreciate it. But that was years ago…” She pretended to think, stalling the conversation. “Is this about JFK?”
“Agatha,” he shouted at her, his voice so powerful it made all the flames on the walls tremble. “Twenty suitors I’ve sent your way, and you’ve killed them all!”
“Oh… that.”
She knew it was the reason her father had summoned her, she was just messing with him, because what was the point of having the Devil as a father if she couldn’t rile him up.
“I have given you power and knowledge,” Mephisto continued. “In exchanged, I’ve asked only one thing of you. The Antichrist-”
“The Antichrist, I know.”
“And yet in over three hundred years on this Earth, you have yet to give me a grandson.”
“Jeez, dad, I’m still a little young, don’t you think?” He glared at her and she huffed. “I’m not ready to have a kid.”
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A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back for day 6 of @agathaallalongweek and this is honestly my favorite story I've written for this week, dare I say the best soulmate AU I've ever written? You'll be the judge! Here is the beginning and if you want the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Agatha sat on the edge of High Bridge, looking at the dark river below. The moon was perfectly cut in half above her, as if someone had taken a knife to it. Agatha was reminded of Plato, and the Symposium, and Zeus slicing humans in half, forcing them to wander in search of their lost other half. She didn’t know whether Zeus existed, or whether God existed, or if there was a God, or someone out there responsible for the universe, someone who had separated all the souls but had decided hers wasn’t worth the slice. She didn’t know who to blame at all, which she hated. Agatha loved blaming other people for her problems.
The river stood a hundred and forty meters below, a swirling void that glimmered only where the current was the strongest. She’d picked a spot where it was at its strongest, hoping for a lot of rocks below. Was Agatha Harkness really contemplating suicide? She didn’t know anymore. For a drunken moment, it had seemed the only solution, but now that she had walked all the way to High Bridge and sobered up, she felt foolish. Killing herself because she didn’t have a soulmate? Who cared about being loved? Certainly not Agatha, who’d never even been loved by her mother. At least it had seemingly made her immortal, and she sure enjoyed watching the world spin faster and faster. She couldn’t wait to see it fall off its axis and crash in a beautiful shower of flames.
“Having a party?” a voice beside her said.
Agatha was pulled out of her thoughts and she looked to the side, where another woman was standing. She was wearing a green dress with a white apron around her waist, as if she expected some dirty work coming her way. Her long brown hair was tied in a braid that wrapped around the crown of her head, and her large brown eyes were looking at her with curiosity.
“You’re not going to jump, are you?” she added.
“I don’t think so,” Agatha replied.
The woman looked shocked, and Agatha wondered why, though perhaps it was because she was still sat on the edge of the bridge.
“I’m sorry,” the woman explained. “I didn’t think you could hear me.”
“You’re standing five feet away from me and there’s only us on the bridge. Why wouldn’t I be able to hear you?”
“It’s…” the woman shook her head. “Never mind. If you’re not going to jump, why are you up here, then?”
“None of your business is what I’m doing up here. Why are you here?”
The woman leaned casually against the stone railing.
“I’m waiting for someone. Probably someone more at peace than you.”
Agatha glowered.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
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A/N: Hello everyone! Back for day 5 of @agathaallalongweek and part 3 of my witch school AU! Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story, the link will be at the end!
Agatha leaned back in her desk chair as the students left her classroom, relieved that the day was over. She thought being a teacher would be easy, but barely a month in and she was running out of things to teach them already. All her spare time was spent on her secret project, so that a few days ago, she’d arrived in class with no idea what to teach the first years. She couldn’t let that happen again if she didn’t want to get fired before she was done transcribing the circle.
She closed her eyes a moment and rubbed her temples. For a blissful moment, she thought all the students had left. Then, a voice resounded from the edge of her desk:
“If you have a headache, I know a good potion to get rid of it. Miss Kale taught it to us in second year.”
Agatha groaned and opened her eyes. Not for the first time, Billy was standing at the edge of her desk. He liked to asked questions, sometimes questions that didn’t even have anything to do with the lecture. His over-eagerness annoyed her.
“What incredibly out of left-field question are you going to ask me today, Billy? Let’s see… You’ve already asked me about banshees, sirens, about enchanted guitars, about cursed records, and about the role of bells in ritual casting in the 17th century.”
“And I appreciate your expertise,” he replied, then glanced around him, as if to check that the room was empty. He leaned a little closer. “But that’s not why I came to talk to you today. I’ve seen you at the old hideout at night and I don’t know what you’re doing there but I’d love to help.”
She sighed and stood up, yanking her coat from the back of the chair.
“Do you think Miss Calderu would like to know that you’ve been spying on another teacher in the woods at night?”
“I’m not spying-” he began, but she shut him down with a look because they both knew he was lying. “You could take me on as your assistant. Teachers do it all the time with seniors.”
“Oh, so you’re planning on taking song magic for your final project?”
“Nobody takes song magic anymore. Ma’am,” he added swiftly when he realized that he had insulted her. “But I can still be useful, if you would just give me a chance.”
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A/N: Hello everyone! Day 4 of @agathaallalongweek is "Teachers/Professors" and if you read my day 1 story then you can probably guess we are going back to the magic school! Here is the beginning of this new story and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!
Was there anything more humiliating than becoming a teacher at your old school? Agatha couldn’t really think of any other worst situation. But she had no prospect – not unusual for her – and the previous song magic teacher had had a nervous breakdown. Since Agatha was one of the most talented song witches there was, wouldn’t she like to replace her in the middle of the year? Agatha told them she could use the money, so she had agreed, but only until the end of the year. Come summer, she was gone again.
The accommodations were better than she remembered, though to be fair the teacher’s room were very different from the students’. At least this time she wasn’t sharing it. She settled her bags in the sparse living room and looked over the aged decoration. Wood paneling on the walls, shaggy carpet on the floor, and a dusty six-pronged chandelier on the ceiling. When was it renovated for the last time, the 1970s? No, that wouldn’t do. The bedroom was equally hideous. The frame of the bed screamed when she sat down on it and she feared it would snap if she tried to laid down. Way to make her feel old and fat within her first hour back at school.
A knock at the open front door made her stand up. She returned into the living room only to see the one person she didn’t want to see standing in the doorway. Jennifer Kale, her old roommate and, for the past three years, the potion teacher. Jen was wearing pink – not surprising – and looking down at her with satisfaction.
“What’s this I hear? That the great Agatha Harkness has deigned to grace us with her presence?”
Agatha rolled her eyes.
“How have you been?” she asked, not that she cared.
Jen seemed to ignore her question as she looked around the room and grimaced.
“What is this room? If my room had looked like that I would have resigned on the spot.”
“Can you really afford to?” Agatha taunted her right back. “I heard you had some trouble. With the law.”
Jen groaned and whirled around.
“Fine. I’ll see you in the teacher’s lounge.”
“Don’t save me a seat.”
“I won’t.”
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A/N: Hello everyone! Day 3 of @agathaallalongweek and I wrote a very bloody story inspired by Carmilla, which I hope all you vampire lovers will enjoy! Here is the beginning and if you'd like to read the rest the link will be at the end!
Nothing ever happened at Castle Salem, to Agatha’s great despair, so when servants brought back an unconscious young woman victim, she rushed back inside to see what was going on. She searched through the empty corridors until she saw the servants gathered near a door. Brushing past them, she reached for the handle just as the door opened. Her mother stepped out and gave Agatha her usual severe glare.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“There was a carriage accident up the road. I’ve sent for a doctor but I fear she won’t make it.”
Agatha frowned.
“Why?”
“She’s cold as death already.”
Agatha wanted to see for herself, but her mother stood in her way and stared her down.
“Agatha,” she said in that sharp, cutting voice that Agatha hated. “This is none of your concern. Go.”
Agatha grumbled and wanted to protest, but one glower from her mother and she walked off, stomping down the stairs to return to the garden. Simmering with anger, she threw herself on a bench and crossed her arms. She hated her mother, and she hated this place so isolated where nothing ever happened. She wanted to leave, but she had nowhere else to go.
From the corner of her eyes, she watched as the doctor arrived on horseback and entered the castle. He stayed inside for an hour, then left. Agatha couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d left because the young woman was stable or because she had died. Once again, curiosity got the better of her. She walked back inside, squinting against the summer sun above until she was in the shadow of the large castle. Dark ivy grew over the four walls of the old stone building, reaching up to the two chimneys on either side. The inside was always cold and damp, even on a bright day like this one.
Agatha tiptoed up the stairs, head on a swivel as she searched for any sign of her mother. She stopped at the edge of the hallway and peeked around the corner, but it seemed her mother wasn’t keeping watch. Agatha’s footsteps made no sound on the carpet as she reached the door. She opened it and slid inside, mindful to shut the door behind her.
“Hello?”
She jumped around in surprise, stunned when she saw the young woman sat up in bed and staring at her. She had beautiful brown eyes that seemed to glow in the shadows of the curtains, and her lips were pulled into a curious smile. Though Agatha was struck by her beauty, she snapped out of her it when she felt heat creep up her cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.”
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Happy @agathaallalongweek everyone! I'm kicking this week off with a witch school AU (part 1 of... you'll see ;) Here is the beginning and if you'd like to read the whole story, the link will be at the end! Enjoy!
Agatha wasn’t awakened by her teacher calling her name three times, but by Alice elbowing her in the side. She shot up and brushed the spit which had dribbled at the corner of her lips. Then, she realized that everyone in the small amphitheater was turned in their seat to stare at her.
“What?” she huffed.
“Your discipline for your final exam? Which one have you chosen?” her homeroom teacher, Miss Calderu, asked with obvious irritation.
Agatha stammered as her drowsy mind struggled to remember the choice she’d made. It wasn’t her fault Miss Calderu’s divination classes always put her to sleep.
“Song magic.”
Her teacher wrote down the answer and the whole room turned away from Agatha as the next young witch on the list was called.
“Jennifer?”
“Potion,” she replied from the first row of the class without missing a beat.
Agatha rolled her eyes. What a nerd. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and leaned back in her chair. Just one more month to drudge through, her final project to present, and then she would be free. She couldn’t wait to graduate from the Salem Academy for Witches. Song magic was her specialty; there was no way she would fail her project. She knew she would get an excellent grade – which would compensate for those other classes, such as divination, where her grades weren’t so high – and then she was out of this place.
“Rio?” Miss Calderu continued to call.
Rio had been staring out of the window on the left side of the room, but she snapped back to reality quickly.
“Botany.”
Agatha sneered. Of course, miss perfect was taking botany, not that it mattered. Rio had such high grades in every class that she could have chosen anything for her final project.
“Alice?”
“Protection,” she replied, her voice echoing just enough in the quiet room to be heard.
Agatha gasped as she turned to her. Alice gave her a shrug then shrank under her gaze.
She only waited until they’d stepped into the hallway to shout:
“Protection?”
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