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Voodoo4Dummies

Wanda x y/n

Agatha x Wanda (friends only)

Nat + yelena + y/n (sisters)

Y/N gets killed on a mission, leaving her one true love, Wanda to deal with the consequences. Throughout the weeks after Y/N’s death, Wanda seeks out help from her old friend Agatha, in which they stumble upon multiple books, the Dark Hold, The Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy and Voodoo for Dummies.

WANDAS POV

“im closing in on the room with the, what did you call it tasha? a goober?” Y/N’s voice echoing through the earpiece which allows the team to speak to one another during missions, with a hint of sarcasm she speaks in her Russian accent. Following this Natasha chuckles into her earpiece and following up with “shut it y/n/n, get the USB and get out”

I smile at the interaction they share while fighting off another round of hydra agents.

“Uh guys. So I took the USB out of the computer and now there’s a timer on the screen. i- I think it’s a bomb” y/n announces with a tremble clear in her voice

“hey, hey no malysh, cmon, it’s okay just get as far away from that room as possible, what floor are you on?” Yelena says in a comforting tone, recognising the fear in her baby sisters voice

“Fuck I don’t know Lena, but it’s high maybe 5th floor from what I can see” my heart sinks, memories of Pietro’s death flood back into my brain, she can’t die like this. I can’t loose her. “My love come on, just keep running please” I plead with her, I can hear her heavy breathing through the earpiece.

One I manage to get outside, all the hydra agents on sight are dead and the whole team are out front looking at the door waiting for one of Y/N’s last minute miracles, she always gets into trouble on missions because she is careless with her life, always diving head first into trouble and unlike any normal person she always ends up surviving. It’s an ongoing joke that her power is luck.

I run over to Natasha and turn to the building in hopes y/n runs outside and into my arms. Tony points up to a window “what is she doi…*BANG*”

the whole team falls to the floor in attempt to cover from the flames that burst out of the building. We all watch as Y/N jumps through the window of the 5th floor, her body on an incline toward the floor, a scream rips from both mine and Yelena’s lungs as our y/n hits the floor in one swift motion, her small frame, slumped against a car, her head hung low, her tactical goggles covering her eyes, her raven curls covering the remaining surface of her face.

Everyone stumbles to their feet to get to y/n, yelena making it to her first, falling to her knees and holding her younger sisters lifeless head up in her hands, she cursed under her breath as the rest of the avengers huddle up around the two, i kneel next to yelena with panic. “Is she awake?” I say in a sense of urgency as I lift up my girlfriends tactical goggles off her eyes, her head still resting in yelenas hands.

That’s when it hits me.

I cant hear her heartbeat, I lift my hand up, my palm just in front of her face, my fingers grazing over her forehead. Strands of red magic float around her head.

“i- I can’t feel you” I say in a whisper to y/n before looking around “I can’t feel her” I announce to the group in panic “why can’t I feel her?” I say as Natasha pulls my body into hers, wrapping her arms around me as tears cascade down my face. Yelena starts to gently slap Y/N’s face “come on little one, this isn’t fucking funny, wake up. Wake up y/n, WAKE UP” Yelena’s screams can be heard from anyone, probably even from universes away.

“wake up, come on Wanda, wake up your having a nightmare” I am shook awake, my eyes flutter open as my body is shook by my best friend Agatha, she looks down at me with fear in her eyes. I rub my eyes, tears staining my black stained fingers, I slowly lift my body into a sitting position opposite Agatha. “Oh hun, it’s okay, we will find her body and bring her back, just like we said, yes?” Agatha says in a hopeful yet reassuring tone of voice. I nod slowly knowing today is the day I am to go to S.W.O.R.D headquarters to talk to general Hayward about Y/N’s body.

- time skip -

I walk into S.W.O.R.D headquarters with a plan and an right to commit to my plan.

“Ah yes, hello miss Maximoff. Here to see general Hayward? Right this way, let me get this door for you” a man on front desk greets me but I know where I need to be “I’ve got it but thanks” I say interrupting the kind man as I use my powers to open the door.

Once in Haywards office he greets me with a nod “hello miss Maximoff” he smiles “okay yes I know your here for your girlfriends body but I’m sorry to inform you, she’s the government’s property” i tilt my head in anger knowing he would say something like this, and because of that me and Agatha came up with a plan, I would distract him while Agatha goes in and teleports Y/N’s body back to the house we share. “If it where that the two of you had married before her death then I would of been allowed to hand over her body to you” that one hit a nerve, the night my love died I was planning to propose to her after our weekly movie night. After a breif moment of silence I went to speak, just as the radio attached to Haywards fancy suit blazer goes off “general Hayward, the mutants body has been compromised” I smile a little knowing they meant Y/N, however she wasn’t a mutant she just… well she was a mutant, but she wore a power dampener in fear she would hurt the ones she loved, I remember her staying up for weeks upon end in the lab making the stupid gadget, she would stay up until she passed out in someone’s arms. My thoughts are broken as I see Hayward run out of the room, I chuckle knowing she is already at the house, I drive back to mine and Agatha’s small house quickly with excitement radiating off my body.

Once entering the driveway, i quickly get out of the car and run into the house, without wasting time, I go straight to the basement, throwing my overcoat off my body, Agatha already has your body upon the medical table we built. “You ready hun?” She says in a comforting voice

I grab the only book that had gotten me and Agatha any progress. We had tried the Dark Hold but this book, voodoo for dummies was a remake of a old witches book from the 1600s a spell for reincarnation had been left opened in the book. I smile at Agatha and nod. We had done this spell many of times in the last week, we would kill people before bringing them back, it would work.

Agatha on one side of the table, me on the other, we lit candles and as much as it hurt me to do we had to carve runes into your skin, we started on your arms, carving over your scars, then we had to rip your shirt and I had to carve over your heart. Once we finished we started chanting in Latin. After a few minutes your body started to shake as if you where having a seizure I pressed my hands down onto your freezing shoulders and held you down. all of a sudden your body went limp again and Agatha threw the book “what a crock of shit” she curses. And turns around to pace the room.

I sigh and look down at your body, caressing your cheek lightly, this is when your eyes flutter open slowly, “my love?” I say quietly as Agatha quickly spins around to look at what I’m talking to. “oh my, Wanda she’s alive, she’s alive” Agatha nearly shouts.

very excited for this, she deserves so much love <3

heres the link to the article if you would like more information :))

https://www.empireonline.com/tv/news/marvel-planning-agatha-harkness-spin-off-disney-plus/

Empire

Marvel Is Planning An Agatha Harkness Spin-Off For Disney+

The hit-making witch is reportedly receiving her own 'dark comedy' series from WandaVision showrunner Jac Schaeffer. Read more at Empire.

Ok, so I already commented on this and I know im late doing this but,,

The author did an absolutely amazing job with this fanfic and I feel really happy and special that someone wrote a fanfic off of one of my Agatha imagines. definitely check out the author, their @ is @poetsdeadxo thank you SO much for doing this and I’m completely in love with this fanfic, we stan soft Aggs :))

home to you [1/2] (agatha harkness x reader)

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)!! 

this is inspired by a post made by @agatha-harkness-simp​ (i hope you don’t mind and if you’re not happy with it i can take it down i don’t mind honestly!!)

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.

so imagine Agatha went away on a trip because shes a witch and stuff and she comes home to find you in your shared bed in her purple sweater asleep holding Senor Scratchy

agatha imagine

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Imagine your running from Agatha’s coven with her after both been found guilty of learning dark magic and when they eventually find you your both looking down a cliff and they think they have cornered you both but you both just laugh and kiss each other and then jump off the cliff laughing and holding hands. The coven looks down to see if you have both fallen to your death, they find you hanging onto Agatha and flying away.

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im so gay for this woman

does anyone else just think about running away with agatha?

just saying Agatha would totally call you Bunny if you were dating her