Multi-Fandom One Shots

An Eternity of Longing ~ A. Harkness

Request: Hey! I love Agatha Harkness. I want to ask if you can write a yandere! Agatha in a universe where R is a witch too. Agatha falls in love in the times of her coven was alive and have an obsessive love with R, it starts as a normal relationship but it became very insane so the other witches help R to escape. Agatha searched for R for years but she can't find her. R was living in Westiview and Agatha see her as a neighbor in the meeting with Dottie

The sun kissed the greens of the Salem, stretching across. Looking at the village, one would see nothing unusual. The church stood in the center, directly beside the town hall, entwining law and religion. Every other building was an outhouse or a port of a house, if not the whole house. The rest was wildlife enclosures. Cows, sheep chickens, all normal. 

But it was under the pale moon that the truth emerged. Under the cover of dark, the coven convened. During the day, witches taught witches in the safety of their homes. They met in the school most taught or learned at. Tonight, Agatha Harkness brought forth the topic of inducting Sister Greta's son into the coven. He was showing signs of magic abilities and the coven would rather take those powers than help him develop them. 

Unfortunately, Sister Agatha was challenging the coven's commander and chief, her own mother. "We have made attempts before. Boys, men; they are terrible at concealing their uniqueness."

"Why would they have to? They're used to not having any restrictions," you mumbled to yourself, thankfully unnoticed. You stood directly behind your love, head bowed. 

Except by said witch. Her eyes his the purple of her magic in the blue of her eyes. She always had her eye on you, magical or normal. After becoming the second worst kept secret in Salem, she'd been keeping in close contact with you. "A man being born a boy, he cannot help. Why should he be punished for something so out of his control? He is as bound to his fate as we!" Watching Agatha fight for the defenseless made you proud. Watching her mother beat her defense into the ground hurt in your heart of hearts. 

The blonde had anger issues, eyes widening. "I am Priestess! My word stands!" She shut the meeting down without another word and the executioners followed her out to the man. 

You took Agatha's hand when she went to follow. "Aggie, she's right. She's the High Priestess. Her word is law. Defy an official proclamation and we could be exiled or executed with him."

Blue eyes cleared of their anger when she awed down at you. "We?" She wasn't truly surprised, as she always grouped you both together in her head, but she always wanted validation from you that you felt the same as her. 

You melted, looking up at the taller woman. "Of course!"

Long fingers trailed over your jaw, cupping your face. She swooped in, swarming your senses. She was all you could see, hear, and smell. You relaxed as the gentle lavender smell clung to your joined bodies. And she completed your senses when she kissed you. So overwhelmed by each other, neither of you heard the screams from the man exploding with violet-lavender energy. 

The witches drug the man to the edge of the forest. Wiping the memory of witches and magic from his mind, he was returned to normal society. 

Oh, well. Agatha was only fighting for him because you wanted to and because you were watching. Pulling back, she pressed her lips sweetly to your forehead. "Come on," she whispered, leading you out the back door. 

You stayed close to the Agatha, thankful none of the Puritans were outside at this hour, lest they be accused of amoral practices. Leaning, your head on her shoulder - the part you could reach - you fit against her beautifully. 

Once the business was done, Evanora gradually made her way to intercept you both. She pulled her hood down, showing her regretful expression. You didn't really care if she regretted it; she'd done it. "Ladies." She smiled briefly, regarding you both. "I was very proud of you," she told her daughter. Agatha's eyes on the older blonde stared down at you next. Her smile was a thousand times stronger, entirely directed at you. "I see I made a very wise decision, bringing you into the coven." She reached a hand out, exploring your features in the same way Agatha had. She looked up at her daughter, observing the dark look on her face and angry eyes. "I'd quite like to bring you to my home for some lessons."