Dr. Ghost Writer

prompt list: -> here

“rules”: -> here

Shows & Characters:

Criminal Minds:

Any character

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau:

Two hearts collide ~

A baby for Christmas

Did I hit too hard…

Derek Morgan:

• Under fire

Once Upon A Time:

Regina Mills (favorite to write in like love/wife stories)

Scars for Love pt. 1, pt. 2

Until My Last Breath

Out at Sea

Running Back to You

Black is my color ~

Power bottom(request) ~

Spellbound

Power Plays ~

Zelena Mills

Wife gives birth(x reader request)

Emma Swan

Other characters

Agatha All Along

Rio Vidal

Dancing with Death Herself ~

Agatha Harkness

Your Honor, She’s Irresistible… ~

Hold my hand, pt. 2

What love left behind ~

This Christmas ~

Echoes of our Magic

From Death comes Life

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems:

Always You, pt. 2, pt. 3

Give You Everything

Seeing Green ~

I Buried You Once

Morticia

other characters per request

Marvel CU:

Natasha Romaoff:

You’re Not Alone

Dark Nights

Jealousy looks good on you ~

Maria Hill:

You are the Calm to my Chaos

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

When Lightning Strikes

Bucky

DC Universe:

Diana Prince

Lena Luthor

When the Sky Falls

When the Sun Sets on Us

Alex Danvers

Bond of Steel

Arthur Curry(Aquaman)

A Royal Bloodline

Grey's Anatomy:

Arizona Robbins:

If I Just Lay Here?

Already Taken

You’re my Comfort

The Shooting(request)

Next Time We’re Driving

My House, My Rules ~

Snowed In

Screaming into Silence

Callie Torres

A Superstar with a Scalpel

Holding onto you, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4

Addison Montgomery:

Code Black

Supply Closets & Satin Sheets ~

Operating Rooms

Some other characters but those are primary

X-Files:

Dana Scully (obvi):

You Remembered(prompt)

True Temptation ~

Fox Mulder

Monica Reyes:

Monica Reyes

When I say go(prompt)

Others are special request

Desperate Housewives:

Lynette Scavo

Bree Van de Kamp

To love again(request)

Other wives and some other characters can be special request

Law & Order SVU:

Olivia Benson (The only right answer for a wife)

Something to Fight for...

ED(request)

other taskforce members

Rizzoli and Isles:

Jane Rizzoli:

That Thin Line pt. 1, pt. 2

Maura Isles:

Drown Our Problems ~

When the Music Fades

Frankie or Tommy Rizzoli

The Rookie

Lucy Chen:

Survivors

Scream:

Sidney Prescott:

We All Scream Sometimes pt. 1, pt. 2

Blood on the knife

Orange is the New Black:

Alex Vause:

Ex-Lovers (request)

Saints and Sinners ~

The 100:

Clarke Griffin:

Takes a Village

Abby Griffin

Octavia Blake

Game of Thrones(GOT):

A Rightful Heir

The Walking Dead

Reader gets shot (request)

Reader has baby during run

911

Evan Buckley:

• 911, What’s your emergency?

Crossovers:

(Criminal Minds) x (X Files), Pt. 2

Is there anyone that would be interested in a Sanctuary fic?

Is there anyone who has seen the show? Would anybody read the fic?

Summary: (pt 2 of In the Quiet After) It's time to brush off the dust and move on after losing the love of your life. But when love comes back again you're faced with a choice, run away or stay and fight for something new.

But what happens when you choose hope?

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3 weeks later and you felt different.

Not lighter, or happier just different.

The halls of Nevermore still carried their usual hush, students moving between classes, voices low, exchanging notes, occasionally one would look up and give you a smile.

But something was different, something in your chest had shifted - subtle, unfamiliar.

Hope was such a dangerous thing.

You stood in front of the mirror in your office, adjusting your vest for the millionth time that day. Your reflection stared back at you, composed, immaculate, and yet somehow lighter.

Everything was in place, just as it should be, and yet it wasn't. Your sleeves were rolled up, showing off tattoos you had once hidden, your bun slightly loose, letting curls escape. You had relaxed, and it felt so good.

But you knew better.

Your fingers brushed the chain at your neck, the cool metal resting agaisnt exposed skin.

"I'm trying," you whispered as if the walls would listen.

I know, darling.

A cool draft blew through the office, and it's almost like you could hear her voice - warm and gentle.

You closed your eyes briefly before smiling to yourself, turning on your heels and heading for your classroom.

The halls leading to it felt longer now, quieter, as if the very walls remembered what you were trying to forget.

Standing outside the big ornate doors made you slightly nervous; you hadn't set foot inside your classroom in months, memories of Larissa haunting the room like lost souls. Grief felt like thorns wrapping around your ribs, breath catching in your throat. You expected dust. Neglect. Something untouched, frozen in time like the grief you carried.

With a wave of your hand, the doors creaked open, and you stilled.

Soft candlelight flickered across stone walls, casting shadows that danced like something alive. Heavy wooden beams that lined the walls had dried herbs and flowers hanging in delicate clusters, their scents weaving together.

Bookshelves lined with grimoires, journals, and enchanted novelties were organized with quiet precision. Even the glass vials along your worktable had been polished, their contents catching the low light—deep reds, smoky violets, liquid gold.

Plants thrived in the corners, creeping vines curling along the edges of the stone, reclaiming the space with slow, deliberate life. A stark contrast to the darker elements

You ran your hands along the wooden tables, runes carved into the old wood; you could feel the faint pulse of sigils etched into the floor, residual magic only you could feel.

Standing in the center of the room, tears welled in your eyes, pain and grief wrapping around you like a heavy cloak. You slowly walked down to your desk, running your fingers along the wood. Papers sat neatly organized, the chalkboard once covered in your semi-cursive scribbles and diagrams, now adorned in elegant script.

Your eyes took in the details - the care, the intention. Someone was here, someone who understood you.

A quiet breath left your lips, something tight in your chest loosening just slightly.

For the first time since Larissa…

It didn’t hurt to stand here.

You didn't realize you were crying until you felt the coolness of tears drying on your cheek.

You walked around your desk reaching for a tissue, and that's when you saw it. One of your fountain pens is sitting neatly next to a piece of paper with elegant handwriting:

Some places carry love too deeply to be forgotten. Rooms like this don’t forget their magic— they just wait.

I hope you don’t mind me clearing the dust so you could see it again.

—Isadora ♡

Your thumb lingered over the small heart at the bottom, such a simple thing.

And yet you stood there, taking in the room, letting it all settle; the scent of dried herbs, feel of wood under your palm, the warmth of hope, of a new beginning blooming in your chest.

Your grip tightened as you carefully folded the note, slipping it into the inner pocket of your vest as you walked towards your door. Your hand paused on the handle, just for a moment, before pulling it open.

The door closed behind you softly as you stepped back into the halls of Nevermore.

You walked down the ornate halls, banners and pictures adorning stone walls.

The breezeway that overlooked the courtyard had ivy slithering up stone pillars. The breeze smells of fresh bloom and old books. Then you heard it, soft music filling the space, sound bouncing off the weathered stone walls.

You saw her before she saw you.

Standing in the quad, sunlight catching her hair, she was smiling.

Something so simple and yet when directed at you it felt so intimate.

She was swaying silently, humming to herself as her fingers delicately touched the keys of a piano, and then when she finished, she looked up, students softly clapped and she let out a little laugh with a bow of her head.

A sound that used to rip through your chest, now brings hope.

As if sensing you, Isadora glanced up, and stilled.

For just a second, amber eyes meeting you across the space.

Then, slowly, she smiled.

Not the polite smile she gave colleagues. Not the easy one she gave students. This one was softer. Quieter.

Yours.

Slowly she waved the next student up, before stepping down.

She smiled at you again, coming closer.

"Good morning, Principal Vale," you looked down and shook your head.

"Sorry, Y/n," she blushed, "I apologize if we were disturbing other classes."

You smiled, looking back up and meeting soft amber eyes, tears pricking your eyes before you could stop them.

"Don't apologize, I haven't heard that sound in a very long time."

"Oh? and what sound is that?" she whispered, slightly confused.

You reached for her hand, "Hope."

She squeezed your hand, her eyes searching yours. And for a moment no one spoke.

The world around you fading into something distant, the murmur of students, rustling of ivy in the breeze, the quiet hum of life breathing.

Your thumb soflty brushed over her knuckles, grounding yourself in her softness.

"I was afraid of this," you whispered.

Her brows knit together, "Of what?"

"Feeling again," your voice wavered slightly, "I kept running from it, because it means there's something to lose."

Her grip tightened, "And yet, you're still here."

You let out a sigh, your tear-filled eyes finally meeting hers, "Yeah... I am."

A chuckle escaped your lips as you looked out over the courtyard, the placed that shaped you, and nearly broke you.

"She always told me to move on and be happy," your gaze drifted back to Isadora, "I think her way of reminding me... was sending me you."

Isadora's lips curved into a small knowing smile, "I like to think she has good taste then."

That earned a quiet laugh from you, something real and unguarded. The sound catches slightly in your chest, but doesn't hurt the way it used to.

You didn’t let go of her hand, didn’t feel the need to.

For once, you weren’t looking back, weren’t standing in the ruins of what you’d lost.

You were standing in something new, fragile, uncertain… but alive.

Because hope is a dangerous thing.

I owe everyone an apology, I came back and opened my inbox, published one thing and then went mia again.

I really want to get back into writing but adjusting to a new job and some life changes has been interesting. On top of that I've really been wanting to work on my writing style, and try to write things that everyone enjoys reading.

As of now I don't plan on going anywhere; messages and my inbox will still be open for requests but it might take a lot longer.

I'm going to try and write my original ideas, get the creativity flowing again. I might throw in a few prompts for you to vote on here and there, possibly a request or two.

Thank you for staying and supporting, with much love💋

I would love to!!

Drum rolllllll 🥁… after voting commenced Isadora Capri came out on top, so here is a long awaited fic… and if it goes well I might consider making it a multi part story!!

Pairing: Isadora Capri x reader

Summary: The day she died, you did too... only slower. After Larissa's death you thought you would never find happiness let alone love again. Well, until you meet Isadora and she teaches you to breathe again.

TW: there are mentions of death, character death, some mental health.

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462 days...

Almost a year and a half from the day you lost her, your wife, the love of your life.

The day you married Larissa was the happiest day of your life, and the day you lost her was the day you broke. You remember it like a fresh wound.

You remember the students rushing to Wednesday as she walked out of the front gate, battered and bruised. You remember the way you looked for her, praying to see the pristine white hair towering over everyone, but it never came.

You called for her, your magic rippling under your skin as you started to panic. The look in Wednesday and Enid's eyes as they saw the green flowing through your veins when they told you she was gone.

You didn't wait, you ran as fast as your muscles would let you, superhuman vampire speed wasn't even fast enough. When you reached her she was lying on the greenroom floor, she looked peaceful her eyes closed, lips parted, not a hair out of place.

Larissa, my darling, please... open your eyes, please baby... let me see those blue eyes...

She was unmoving.

Larissa, please, please, please, breathe... I just need you to breathe...

You felt a hand on your shoulder, but didn't bother to see who it was.

Her heartbeat, I can't hear her heartbeat... Please baby please... Why can't I hear her heartbeat...

You let out a raw and guttural scream, holding her in your arms.

That was almost 18 months ago, now you're sitting in her office, long since converted to yours. After her death, Nevermore closed down for some renovations following the fire, and they attempted to replace the staff, but found it difficult to find someone willing to rebuild. That's when you stepped in, transitioning from professor and head of occult studies to principal. You went from teaching classes like hemomancy, dark alchemy, arcane history, ritual magic and shadows, even parapsychology. Now your spending your days keeping her legacy alive.

You spent every waking moment at the school, you made sure everything was perfect, including yourself, you used to show off your sense of style, students loved your tattoos, a stark contrast to Larissa. Now you wear pristine suits, tattoos covered, no hair out of place.

It’s been a few months now and the memory of your wife lives on, her portrait now hangs up in the grand hall, the students whisper stories of the great principal Weems and how she gave her life for the school.

But you remember her in different ways, the smell of her favorite perfume still lingers in the office, a bottle sits in the corner of your home vanity, you now wear your wedding ring on a gold chain around your neck, to painful to see it on your fingers most days.

You plastered on a bright smile as you walked the halls, greeting students, you tried your best to teach classes and not sound like a drone.

That was until you met the new music teacher, Isadora Capri. When her application came across your desk you didn't think twice, a child prodigy, a legend in the music industry AND an outcast, you couldn't say no. She immediately jumped in and took over the music department.

You told yourself that was all she was… another phenomenal professor added to the Nevermore roster. But she had a way of drawing attention without meaning to. Laughter followed her down the halls, the kind that used to echo here when Larissa was alive.

You were halfway through your morning rounds when you heard it… that laugh… bright and effortless, carrying from the large auditorium. Students had gathered around the new music teacher, their notebooks open, some whispering about how amazing she was, and others watching intently lost in the stories she shared.

You should have kept walking. You were never one to hover. But the sound was disarming in a place that had been silent for too long. You found yourself pausing by the doorway, sliding your phone into your pocket, your fingers finding the cool metal hanging over your beating heart… the wedding ring heavy against your chest.

That was a sound you hadn’t heard in so long, an unapologetic laugh, uncontrolled and alive.

Isadora looked up mid-sentence, catching your gaze. Her smile faltered for just a breath… polite, composed…before she turned back to her students. Still, something in the air shifted. A subtle pull that you couldn’t quite shake.

You smiled softly back at her before straightening your posture and walking back to your office. You told yourself that she was just being polite and that the smile didn’t mean anything. I mean what if it did, you recently lost your wife, could you really turn your back and start another relationship.

That was one of the worst nights you’d had since Larissa died, you hated yourself for even thinking of someone else, even with Larissa’s words echoing in your mind… promise me that if anything happens, you move on, find happiness my love… it still felt like betrayal.

That is until one night…

You had tried to keep things professional but you were avoiding Isadora to say the least, you spent long nights in your office making sure everyone else was gone before leaving. It wasn’t that you disliked Isadora; if anything, she scared you. She represented something you hadn’t let yourself imagine since Larissa: laughter, warmth… a future.

Tonight was no different. Your office was dim except for the lamp beside your desk. A half-written lesson plan sat in front of you, emails and research cluttering your laptop screen. You pretended to be at ease, until something interrupted your silence.

A melody…

You know that song. Larissa played it the night before the fire, humming it under her breath as she pinned up her hair, glancing in the mirror to find you sitting on the bed content with admiring her.

See something you like darling?

Well of course, though I would like it more if you weren’t clothed… you smirked

Now the melody curled through the corridors like candle smoke. Filling every empty and silent space. You set down your pen, staring at the closed office door as if the sound itself were calling to you.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re moving… heels clicking softly against the stone floor… following the sound down the hall like a ghost chasing warmth.

When finally you found it, Isadora was seated behind a gorgeous grand piano, eyes closed as she swayed, her hands moving like they were apart of the music itself. You watched for a moment, tears pricking your eyes before you knew you were crying.

Finally you stepped forward, your hand hovered over the polished piano surface, terrified that if you touched it the sound would fade to dust.

You hadn’t noticed that she looked up, her dark eyes studying you softly. Her hands started slowing and the music faded gracefully.

“Principal Vale… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” She apologized.

You just shook your head, unable to form words. She didn’t push, only watched you gently, letting you breath, letting you feel safe.

“That song… she was humming it the night she died…” you whispered softly, as if your voice break the very foundation of the school.

“I’m so sorry, I had no idea… I just started to play and it came over me.”

“It’s okay,” you said, your throat tight. “Maybe it’s her. A sign. Telling me to be happy again.”

“Principal Va-“

“Please call me Y/N.”

Isadora nodded, her lips curving into the faintest, understanding smile. She moved aside and gestured to the seat beside her.

You were hesitant at first but then slowly sat with her, you hadn’t been this close to someone in so long. The warmth of her arm brushing yours almost startled you.

“So Miss Capri…”

“Please call me Isadora.” A smile crossed her lips as her hand settled on top of yours for a moment.

“I want to say I’m sorry, for your loss… she sounds like a remarkable woman.”

“She was.” You didn’t look at her; your eyes stayed on the ivory keys, “She made this place feel like a safe haven. I’ve spent every day since trying to make it feel the same again.”

"For me, no place has ever felt like home, until you brought me to Nevermore... I'd say you've more than lived up to that goal." she smiled softly.

your fingers brushed the keys a soft sound resounding and filling the deafening silence of the room, "It wasn't easy," you whisper.

"But you made it look easy."

Her hand slides to your thigh in an innocent and comforting way, but it lit your skin on fire. You could feel your stomach twisting, your heartbeat racing, a feeling you haven't felt since your wife.

You hesitated before closing your eyes taking a breath to let your body calm, thoughts flooding your head, she's a werewolf she can probably hear your god damn heartbeat.

She just sat there admiring you, she didn't mean to stare, truly, but she couldn't help it. From the moment she arrived at Nevermore, she admired you, the quiet authority you carried, the way people instinctively softened in your presence.

You made power look effortless.

Her gaze drifted over you now, lingering on the once sharp lines of your suit, your button-up slightly undone, and your pants slightly wrinkled from working tirelessly in your office. It made you look softer, still intimidating but more human, and all the more attractive. You always did that, balanced strength with humility and gentleness, never raising your voice and yet always being heard.

She thought of times passing by your classroom, catching your voice flowing so elegantly and gracefully... You could somehow take something so clinical and grim, and make it sound like a story worth listening to. You spoke like someone who had seen the darkest parts of the world and still chose to believe in it

And your eyes... god those eyes. A breathtaking silver-grey, with a faint green that surfaced when your magic stirred... like life breaking through stone. When you smiled, it felt undeservedly intimate, as if you'd let her see something you didn't show anyone else. It made her feel, for the first time, that she'd finally found home.

Her hand lingered on your thigh, feeling the warmth of your skin, and she heard it... the quickening of your heartbeat. Her chest tightened at the thought of causing you any pain. Slowly she pulled back, not wanting to push you, not when grief still wrapped itself around your ribs like iron.

Instead, you reached out, your cold fingers wrapping around her hand to still the movement. The silence that followed felt fragile, as if a single sound would shatter everything. You turned to glance at her, and you could see the emotions swirling in her dark eyes, like ghosts of feelings unspoken.

For a moment, neither of you moved; the air between you felt suspended, trembling with something neither of you dared to say. Your eyes met, slowly studying the other, you took in the warmth of her hand under yours, the weight of it softly resting on your thigh.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." she murmured, voice barely above a whisper, "I didn't mean to overstep, I j-just..."

You shook your head slowly, your thumb brushing over her knuckles.

"You didn't. I just..." the words caught in your throat, "It's been a long time since someone's touch felt safe, since it didn't hurt."

Her gaze softened, and hope flashed in her eyes, "Maybe you weren't meant to hurt forever." The smallest smile ghosted over her lips.

"Maybe you're right..." you murmured, returning the msile as tears welled in your eyes. "Before she died Larissa made me promise, promise to move on, to find love again, to be happy."

"And have you?" she asked gently.

"I think so. I found someone who makes me feel again, who makes me believe in a future," your voice trembled, eyes searching her, flicking down to her lips before finding her gaze again.

"Have you told them?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, you could hear the tiny sliver of hope.

You lifted a hand to her cheek, your thumb brushing softly along her skin. A small smile tugged at your lips, tears tarting to fall as you felt her hold her breath. You leaned in, your breath mingling with hers, waiting for her to pull away.

But she didn't, she met you halfway, her plush lips soft and tentative against yours, your tears wetting her cheeks. Both of you letting out a sigh of breath, almost as if you could finally breathe again after months of pain.

When you finally pulled away, she leaned forward again, instinctively chasing your warmth before catching herself, her eyes flickering open to meet yours.

"I think she already knows," you whispered with a quiet laugh, the sound breaking as a sob as happy tears traced down your face.

“She does,” Isadora laughed softly, the realization dawning in her eyes. “I didn’t know your story when I first came to Nevermore. But the more I saw you… the way you carried grief like it was a kind of strength… the more you amazed me. Every time I saw you, every time you flashed that charming smile, or I listened to you teach, even just watching you when you used your power… I fell in love with you. I wanted to know you, to understand you. But I also knew the pain you carried, and I didn’t want to push or cause you more.”

“You didn’t,” you said, your voice steady but soft. “You saw me in a way not many do. I didn’t want losing Larissa to be the reason people respected me. I wanted to earn that on my own.”

You hesitated, then took a quiet breath before continuing. “When I first came to Nevermore, it was just to teach. Larissa had heard my story and welcomed me with open arms. What I didn’t realize was that she already knew my whole story.”

Your smile wavered. “I was born into one of the oldest and most elite vampire families… but I wanted more, to make something of myself. I always admired witches and others with wild, untamed abilities. So I searched for ways to have that power for myself. I went too far… I delved into dark magic, and it changed me. I became something new. Something both vampire and witch.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “You’re a hybrid?”

“I am,” you said quietly. “One of the first. And Larissa knew. She understood what it meant to never belong anywhere… to always be too much of one thing and not enough of another. She loved me anyway. She wasn’t afraid of what I was, of the power I held. She taught me to love every part of myself.”

You smiled faintly, tears threatening to fall. “We built a life together. And I promised her I’d never let another outcast feel that kind of loneliness again.”

Isadora was quiet for a long time, listening to you. Then she exhaled softly…not quite a sigh, not quite a laugh. “I think I understand that more than you know.”

You tilted your head, curiosity flickering in your eyes.

“I was eight when the world decided who I was,” she said. “The prodigy. The girl who could make pianos weep and violins sing. Everyone wanted the performance, the perfection… but no one wanted me. Not the temper, not the fangs, not the full moon.”

Your brows furrowed softly. “You’re a hybrid too?”

She nodded. “I don’t know how, My parents were both werewolves, my father part Hyde… and they were ashamed of my powers. They kept it hidden as long as they could. I wasn’t allowed to shift, wasn’t allowed to talk about what I was. When I played, I had to be human… graceful, untouchable, contained. But when the wolf came out, I lost that control.” She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers like she could still feel claws. “One night during a recital, I shifted. Right on stage. And everyone saw me for what I was.”

She scoffed softly. “Overnight, the prodigy became the monster. My name stopped being whispered with admiration and started being spoken with fear.”

You stayed quiet, your heart twisting as you listened.

“I ran,” she said simply. “And I stopped playing. I didn’t touch another instrument for years. Until Nevermore.” Her gaze lifted to yours again — dark, vulnerable, and steady. “Because this is the first place I’ve ever felt safe. You made it that way.”

You swallowed hard, words catching in your throat.

She smiled faintly, her voice almost trembling. “You built this school out of grief and love, and somehow you made it feel like home. You gave me a place where I didn’t have to choose between the wolf and the woman.” Her eyes softened, searching yours. “How could I not fall for the person who gave me that?”

You looked at her again…really looked at her. The way her fingers fidgeted with the rings in her lap, the nervous rhythm she probably didn’t even realize she had. The soft red curls catching the light, glowing gold around her like a halo. Her skin seemed to hold its own warmth, faintly illuminated in the hush of the piano room.

You reached out, your fingers brushing hers before taking her hand fully. She looked up at you then, and you could see it — the quiet sorrow swimming in her amber eyes, the kind that mirrored your own.

“How could I not fall for the one person who saw the pain I was trying to hide… and loved me for it anyway?”

For a heartbeat, neither of you breathed. The air between you felt sacred, fragile, alive.

Isadora’s lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she squeezed your hand, her thumb brushing over your skin like she was memorizing it.

Outside, the wind howled against the windows, but inside the music room, it was still — just the faint hum of the piano and the sound of two hearts finally steadying.

okay anyyyway here’s my story… there are like 12 others in the works so don’t worry if what you requested isn’t out yet… I’m just yk taking me time hehe

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🥀I Buried You Once🥀

Pairing: Larissa Weems x reader

Summary: You loved her in life, you mourned her in death. You built a life out of ashes she left behind. But then the ghost you loved walked back into Nevermore like she’d never left… and you’re reminded that nothing at Nevermore truly stays dead. (Some angst with a happy ending)

⚠️TW: mentions of death, miscarriage and losing a baby.

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tick tock, tick tock

you could hear the clock on your wall, the crackle of the fireplace. Your laptop buzzed, the white screen mixing with the warm glow of the fireplace and casting ghostly shadows across the room, another late night in the office for you.

You let out a sigh, leaning your face into your hands, your elbows digging into the old wooden desk, her desk, your wife’s desk… or at least it used to be.

10 months ago she’d gone missing, presumed dead. You never heard from her again, figured either she was truly dead or she left you without a thought. You didn’t feel her death, not like you expected, you thought maybe there would be a gut feeling, a heaviness in your very soul, but it never came. Night after night you would sit in your home and wait, but eventually that got to painful, so you would sit in her office. Every ounce in your being longed to hear the click of her heels as she walked in, the jingle of keys as she tossed them into her purse, maybe even the drop of a hair pin and she finally let down her soft white locks, but it never came.

You still wore the ring, but it now resided on a chain around your neck, to painful to see on your finger. A reminder of everything you’d lost.

You and Larissa had plans, she was principal of Nevermore, and you were a professor, you were married, just bought a gorgeous house not far from the school. Then one day you decided to try having kids, Larissa would’ve been a great mom and you couldn’t wait to be pregnant. And you would’ve been, you found out 2 weeks before she went missing that it worked, you were pregnant with her baby and you couldn’t wait to tell her. You got some help from Wednesday and Enid and you were going to tell her that night, but she never made it home.

Of course you kept that baby, you decided you would raise it by yourself, that’s what Larissa would want. And right now you would’ve be holding a newborn, except 2 months after she went missing the Jericho town board came to you asking you to take her place as interim until they figured something else out, you quickly agreed. But the job took a toll on you, being principle while balancing professor duties, along with the loss of your wife and a pregnancy… it was all too much and something had to give.

Unfortunately at 4 months you woke up one night with intense bleeding, you were rushed to Jericho General Hospital only to find out you had lost the baby.

That’s when you fell into your work, barely making it home. You would spend 18 hours days on campus or in your office, working yourself to exhaustion. Just like tonight.

You sighed again, setting your blue light glasses on the desk and running your hands through your untamed curls. Your eyes burned from staring at the computer so long and you were getting to the point that your brain was slowing.

You needed sleep.

You didn’t want to go home, not when it reminded you of her and all the promises you made together. It hurt to much, the wound still fresh, but you needed to shower and sleep in a real bed.

Quickly deciding to leave everything in the office for once you grabbed your car keys and purse and headed home.

Rain slid down the windshield, lights reflected off the wet pavement making all the colors seem like they were running down the gravel in streams, water glistening on the white paint of your suv. Larissa loved this damn car, you wanted a sleek black sedan but she insisted on buying you a luxury white sport suv.

The conversations fresh in your mind…

“Larissa, why would I need an suv, especially anything that fancy?… I do just fine with my car now.”

“Well darling, I think you deserve a little luxury and besides, we’re going to need the room…”

“The room? For what?” A laugh escaped your lips.

“For us… and the little one that we’re going to have next year.” She stepped in close, a hand softly falling to your stomach.

…that was three weeks before she went missing…

The memory played in your head, and you felt numb pulling into your driveway. Not realizing you hit the button to open the garage until you put your car in park, and the door was closing behind you.

You walked inside, slipping off the heels, tossing your suit jacket over a nearby chair. The fridge light flooded the room as you grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring a glass before settling in on your living room couch, scrolling through Netflix to find something to distract you. Orphan Black piques your interest and you let it play until eventually you pass out.

A few hours later you wake up to find the show still playing, episode 10 coming on, the wine glass from earlier now sitting on the coffee table. Your phone is also on the table, and there’s a blanket strewn overtop of you. You sit up confused, you fell asleep with your glass sitting on the floor, something your wife used to hate, saying that one of these times it would get spilled and there would be a wine stain in the carpet. Your phone was in your hand and there was no blanket on you, the closest blanket was the one on the chair across the room, and you don’t remember getting up to get it.

The blanket slips off your shoulder as you sit up, groggy and blinking against the soft lamplight. You don’t remember turning that on either.

Finally realization crawls slow down your spine, your pulse spiking…

Someone has been here.

You scan the room, the shadows bending and flickering like they’re watching you back. Your magic felt like electricity beneath your skin as you tried scanning the room, mind still disoriented.

“Hello?” your voice cracks the silence, thin, uncertain.

No answer. Just the faint raging of the storm outside.

Then—movement. The tall shape by the window, half-obscured by the curtain. Your magic lashes out before your brain can catch up… raw energy flooding your senses. Lights flicker, air thickens.

And yet… something holds you back from letting it loose. There’s a pull, a familiar feeling, a deep instinct, an ache that feels too familiar.

The figure turns slowly…

Your chest tightens….

It’s impossible…

The pale hair, the poise that used to drive you insane, the eyes that once saw through every mask you wore.

You can’t breathe, you can hear the rush of blood, your heartbeat racing in your eardrums.

Her name feels like a prayer and a curse on your tongue.

“Larissa?” Squinting, your eyes trying to decipher if she was real or not.

“Y/N.” She replies softly.

“Y-you’re here?”

“I am…” she trails.

“You’re alive?”

“Darling…” she starts

But you don’t give her the chance, “What the fuck?”

“I know, you’re probably very confused…” she responds.

“confused?… confused?!… where have you been, it’s been 10 months.” You cut her off.

“It hard to explain.” She whispers calmly.

“Hard to explain?… no what’s hard to explain is how I’ve been struggling everyday to keep going without you by my side and now you just randomly show up… do you have any idea what I’ve gone through the last few months?!” Warm tears running down your cheeks.

"I'm so sorry, Darling, please."

“You’re sorry?… I buried you, Larissa I buried the love of my life… I was at your funeral…I put flowers at your headstone every week for months praying for a sign that I wasn’t wrong… that my wife wasn’t dead and buried under my feet…”

“Please let me explain…”

“Explain what?… how you abandoned me, no calls, texts, letters… not even a god damn, I don’t know anything, anything to let me know you were okay…” you yelled and watched as she stood, so calm, gentle.

“Y/N, I’m begging please let me explain.” She pleaded.

"Beg all you want, you have no fucking idea..." you snapped back.

You watched her intently as she stood unmoving, but in her eyes, you could see the recoil, the pain she carried weighed heavily on her frame. You could see it in the way her eyes looked sad, her shoulders softer, her head hung lower, almost like she'd softened in the wrong ways. You had to turn your back; you couldn't look into her eyes when the tears started, you could see them filling her water line, and you felt them pouring down your cheeks.

"Darling," she whispered.

"Don't... you don't get to call me that..." you whispered, your voice finally breaking.

You stood there every fiber of your being screaming, part of you wanted to run away, lock yourself in your room and never see her again, to wake up from this nightmare. There was another part of you that longed for her, that wanted to feel her close to you again, a part that brought you to your knees. You didn't even wince when your knees hit the cold tiled floor, your body shook as you finally let out a sob.

Behind you Larissa stood, tears streaming down her face, she heard the cry tear through your body, she couldn't even imagine the pain, she just wanted to hold you, to feel the weight of you in her arms.

She didn't even think twice; she quickly walked over, dropping to her knees beside you. Her long arms wrapped around you, one arm crossing your chest, and you brought your hand up, grasping her forearm. She held you as you let out cries of agony, all the pain from the last 10 months pouring out onto the floor.

"Please Y/N, please let me in..." she whispered into your hair, you could feel wet tears hitting your hair as she cried above you, her chin resting on your head.

"You don't know... w-what I've gone through... Larissa I thought you were dead..."

"I know, I'm so sorry..."

"I-I thought my wife was dead, I loved you so much... a-and th-the baby..."

“Y-you were pregnant?” Realization dawned on her features, her voice finally breaking.

“I found out two weeks before you went missing, I was going to tell you that night…”

“Oh my sweet girl…”

“I carried it for 4 months and work up one night, sheets stained with dark blood… t-that’s when they told me… I had miscarried… the stress from losing you, it c-caused…”

"Shh... Sweetheart it's okay..."

"I lost the baby... our baby," you let out another sob as she pulled you closer, you could feel the small sob she let out as she hugged you closer. You both sat in silence for what felt like hours, she held you as you calmed, your breathing slowing to eventually match hers.

"You left me to pick up the pieces... and I hated you for it..."

"I hated myself so much more."

Thats when it happens, you look up at her tear stained, into the piercing blue eyes you fell in love with. And something snaps inside you, the dam breaking, anger and longing tangling together, and before you can stop yourself your kissing her softly. Gently letting your lips meet hers, almost as if testing if she's real or not.

“Darling I’ve missed the warmth of your lips.” She bends down closer, almost as if asking permission.

“Please Larissa…” you almost beg, your eyes pleading with her.

She bends down, your soft lips finally meeting yours, her hands come down to your waist, pulling you impossibly close; your hand finds her hair, the other wrapping around her shoulders. You kiss her, it's not soft, it's desperate, messy, full of longing and pain, everything you've bitten back for the last few months, stinging like a reopened scar, as you finally feel her again.

When she kisses you back, there's a reverence in it, heat intertwined with ache and disbelief, as if she breathed too hard, this moment would fade, as if you would vanish.

Your tears mix with hers as they stream down your cheeks. You sob into the kiss, into her as she finally pulls you close, wrapping you in her arms.

"Darling," she whispered as she hugged you closer.

She held you up as you finally let yourself bleed into her, the warmth of her porcelain skin seeping into your bones.

You don’t know how long you stay there, in her arms, breaths stuttering in the quiet. When you finally pull back, her hands linger at your face like she’s afraid you’ll disappear if she lets go.

You stare at her for a moment, taking in every feature—the small pout of her lips, the way her blue eyes catch the dim light, the soft waves of her white hair falling loose around her shoulders. It was so rare she left it down… but she knew you loved it.

Your fingertips trace the slope of her cheekbones, like you’re mapping a memory you’ve spent months trying not to forget. Then you lean in and kiss her again… this time with enough force to bruise. One hand falls to her thigh, the other tangling in her hair. She moans softly into the kiss before you both break apart, foreheads resting together as you gasp for air.

“Y/N, my love…”

“I want to know if all of it…everything that happened...”

“And you will,” she whispers.

“But not tonight… tonight, I just want to stay here. I want to feel you again. I want to take my wife to bed.”

She nods slowly, the understanding in her eyes wordless but complete. You rise, extending your hand. She takes it, towering above you, and you meet her gaze before kissing her once more. Then, without speaking, you lead her down the hall.

In the bedroom, everything is untouched… just as she left it. She watches silently as you undress, clothes falling in soft whispers to the floor. Her gaze traces every curve, every breath, as if she’s relearning you. You slide beneath the blankets and pat the space beside you with a quiet plea in your eyes.

She steps closer, slips out of her clothes, and then notices your robe draped over the chair. She pulls it around her shoulders and joins you in bed, taking your hand.

“Please,” you whisper, voice trembling, “I just want to feel your skin. I need to know this is real—not another dream I’ll wake from.”

She pulls you close, her breath warm against your ear. “Darling, I promise. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

...you stayed this long... okay okay focus, little update on current fics/requests I'm working on... we have:

Regina Mills x pregnant reader(request)

Swanqueen x reader(request)

JJ x reader (criminal minds)

Maura Isles x reader(request)

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In the final battle of AAA with Agatha says 8 ”When I say go you go, don't look back no matter what you hear." to fem reader y reader tries to obey but doesn’t want to leave Agatha behind so she comes back to be with Agatha until the end, which awakens reader’s true power. A happy ending for Agatha and reader

Reader’s power manages to push back Death herself and makes Death escapes. Death believes that reader is an aberration that can destroy the balance.

From Death comes Life

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The battlefield in Westview was chaos, the air crackling with magic and tension as Agatha faced Rio, the embodiment of death. Teen stood beside you, fidgeting nervously, but your focus was on Agatha… on her power, her determination, and the sinking fear in your chest that you weren’t enough to help her.

You hurled spell after spell, but it wasn’t enough. Your magic sputtered, barely forming against Rio’s overwhelming darkness.

Agatha spared you a quick glance. “Focus, darling!” she barked, violet magic twisting from her fingers. “Don’t just throw it—mean it!”

“I’m trying!” you shouted back, frustration bubbling in your chest as another one of your spells fizzled out.

Agatha’s lips thinned, her voice cutting through the chaos. “When I say go, you go. Don’t look back. No matter what you hear, no matter what happens. Got it?”

“Agatha, no—”

“Don’t argue with me!” she snapped, her tone fierce but trembling at the edges. “Promise me!”

Your heart twisted painfully, but you nodded, the lump in your throat making it impossible to speak.

Then the moment came, too soon. Agatha shouted, “Go!”

You hesitated but obeyed, running away as fast as you could. Every step felt wrong, and with each one, the sounds of the battle behind you grew louder, more desperate. You stopped, panting, your heart screaming louder than your thoughts, muscles locking you in place.

“No,” you whispered to yourself. “I can’t.”

You lifted your hand and in a cloud transported yourself back, just as a shadowy tendril lashed toward Agatha. You threw yourself between them, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “Are you insane?!” she yelled.

“Probably!” you shot back, standing firm. “But I’m not leaving you!”

Before she could respond, Rio’s dark power surged toward you both, but something deep inside you snapped. A blinding white light erupted from you, your magic pouring out in a way it never had before. At first you trembled as it coursed through you, every fiber of muscle electric, skin glowing with power, raw and untamed.

Agatha stared, stunned, as your eyes began to glow silver. “Well, now,” she murmured, voice tinged with pride. “There’s my girl.”

Rio recoiled, her shadowy form flickering. “You… You’re not supposed to exist,” she hissed, her voice shaking with rage.

“I do exist, from death comes life remember,” you said, your voice firm as your power surged again, “you’re playing my game now.”

Every strike of Rio’s magic was met with a wave of your own, the white light pushing her back. Teen cheered loudly behind you, his voice breaking through the chaos. “Oh my god, you’re amazing! This is so cool!”

Rio glared at you. “You’re an aberration,” she spat. “You disrupt the balance. Life will always bow to death.”

“Not today,” you replied, your magic flaring once more as Rio let out a furious scream and vanished.

Silence fell over the battlefield, broken only by Teen’s whooping. Agatha stepped toward you, her face a mix of pride and relief, power sparking from you and striking her hand as she reached for you.

She cupped your face, her fingers gentle against your skin. “Y/N?” she asked softly, “baby?”

“Let me see those green eyes,” she murmured softly. “The ones I love so much.”

Your silver gaze faded, and her lips curled into a small smile, her eyes flicking between yours taking in the colors she loved so much.

“There they are,” she whispered before leaning in to kiss you.

The kiss was slow at first, but it deepened quickly, her hands sliding into your hair. When you finally pulled apart, your breath mingling with hers, she tilted her head, smirking. “You didn’t listen to me,” she said, her voice deceptively calm.

“Agatha…”

“You disobeyed me,” she continued, her eyes narrowing. “You’re lucky I love you.”

You huffed. “You’re lucky I came back!”

Her lips quirked into a grin, her voice dipping into a teasing tone. “I don’t know whether to scold you or seduce you. That power of yours…” She trailed her fingers along your collarbone. “It’s dangerously attractive.”

Your cheeks heated as you leaned into her touch. “Is that so?”

“Oh, yes,” she purred, her lips brushing against yours again. “I always knew you were special, but this…” Her smile widened, wicked and smug. “…this makes you irresistible.”

Before you could respond, Teen came bounding up to you, his face glowing with excitement. “Did you see what you did? You were amazing! The silver eyes! The light! You… you…!”

You laughed, but Agatha sighed dramatically. “Thank you, Teen,” she said, not even trying to hide her annoyance. “You’ve made your point.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Teen protested. “I’m not done…”

“You are now,” she said, waving him off with a flick of her wrist.

“But… come on…” he finally walked away, pouting and grumbling under his breath, you shot her a look. “That was rude.”

“Was it?” she asked innocently, her arms sliding around your waist. Her lips grazed your ear, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Or was it the act of a woman who wants her powerful, beautiful lover all to herself?”

Your breath hitched as she pulled you closer, her smirk deepening.

“Yeah,” you murmured, leaning into her. “That tracks.”

She chuckled, her lips brushing yours again. “Good girl.”

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My loves after my little writing break I have returned... this story is a long one so you might want to get cozy.

Pairing: preg!Agatha Harkness x fem!wife!reader, Agatha x reader x Rio

Summary: Agatha is pregnant with your first baby together, and stubborn as ever she goes into labor one night while your both at home. Agatha goes into labor and you call Rio Vidal, Agatha's ex-wife and your best friend, for a little help.

Warnings: slight mentions of death, child loss, birth

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You sighed as you walked into the kitchen and let the safe feeling of your home flood your senses.

You owned an apothecary shop and typically you spent your days with customers, but with Agatha's due date approaching you let Lilia and Jen handle the shop operations so you can spend more time at home with your wife. Today was an exception and you had spent most of the day in your office, and you'd had enough, wanting nothing more than to find your very pregnant wife and curl up with her.

You leaned on the kitchen counter, letting out another sigh, magic pulsed faintly in the air, a comforting reminder of the life you and Agatha had built together. The house was unusually calm considering the chaos and power that defined your life together. You turned to face the living room when you heard the padding of footsteps.

Agatha waddled slowly into the room, her hand pressed against her lower back, grumbling under her breath. The pregnancy hadn’t been easy for her. Her body ached in ways she hadn’t expected, and the weight of her past lingered heavily.

“Agatha,” you said softly, watching her settle into the chair by the fire, shifting uncomfortably. She let out a sharp exhale, one hand rubbing her swollen belly while the other drummed impatiently on the armrest. “Why don’t you let me help you? You’ve been on your feet all day.”

“I’m not fragile, darling,” she replied dryly, narrowing her eyes at you. “I’ve survived centuries of persecution, wars, and betrayal. I think I can handle a bit of discomfort.”

You smirked, used to her sarcasm, but you caught the exhaustion in her eyes. Agatha might have been one of the most powerful witches to ever live, but even she had limits, and this pregnancy was testing every one of them.

“I know you can handle it,” you said, stepping closer. “But you don’t have to do it alone.”

She looked up at you, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Stubborn as ever,” she muttered, leaning back in her chair.

You knelt beside her, your hands coming to rest on her thighs.

“You love me for it,” you teased letting your hands settle on her hips, placing a kiss to her belly. “Now, let me get you settled on the couch. You need to rest.”

She rolled her eyes but allowed you to help her up, her movements slow and careful. The weight of the pregnancy, both physical and emotional, was noticeable as you guided her to the couch. Once she was settled with a blanket tucked around her, you pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Better?”

“Mmm, much” she said, her voice softening as she leaned into your touch.

You kissed her softly before turning back to clean up the room, your magic weaving through the air as you organized books and straightened up the scattered remnants of your day. Every so often, you glanced back at Agatha, as she rubbed her belly absently, lost in thought.

Her groan snapped you out of your focus, and you quickly turned to see her shifting uncomfortably again. “Agatha?”

“I’m fine,” she said sharply, though her hand gripped the armrest of the couch. “The baby’s just… enthusiastic tonight.”

“Do you want me to...”

“No,” she interrupted, waving you off. “Sit down. You’re hovering.”

You hesitated but obeyed, settling behind her on the couch. Your arm draped around her shoulders, and she leaned into you with a sigh. “You’re too good to me,” she murmured softly.

“You deserve it,” you replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. “After everything you’ve been through… you deserve this. All of it.”

Her hand tightened around yours, and you felt her tremble ever so slightly.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s too good to be true,” she admitted quietly. “After Nicholas… after everything… it feels like I’m tempting fate.”

“You’re not,” you said firmly, pulling her closer. “You’ve fought for this, Agatha. For us. For this family. You’re not tempting fate... you’re rewriting it.”

Her eyes held unshed tears as she looked at you, and for a moment, the walls she so carefully kept around herself came crashing down. She pressed a hand to her belly and whispered, “I just want this baby to know love. Real love. Not fear… not loss.”

You covered her hand with yours, your magic mingling in a soft glow of reassurance.

“They will,” you promised. “Because they have you, and me... and we can't forget Rio, and the rest of the coven, that will probably spoil our baby rotten.”

The mention of her ex-wife brought a faint smile to her lips. Despite the complex history between the three of you, Rio had become one of your best friends and you trusted her with your life, her presence in your lives had been a grounding force in the whirlwind of magic and emotion. Agatha nodded, her shoulders relaxing ever so slightly as she let out a deep breath.

For a while, you sat in silence, the weight of the moment settling between you. The baby shifted again, and Agatha let out another groan, though this one was softer, almost amused. “I think they’re already taking after you,” she muttered.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “That’s not a bad thing.”

“No,” she agreed, her voice warm despite the fatigue in her eyes. “It’s not,” she said settling back into you and letting her eyes drift closed.

You stayed like that for awhile Agatha leaned back against you on the couch sleeping, your hands intertwined on her belly feeling your baby move, though eventually you found yourself back in your office cleaning up spell books and various other apothecary things.

Your thoughts often drifted back to Agatha. You couldn’t help but worry, her restlessness and sharp retorts lingering in your mind, the way her bump seemed to hand lower, and her groans grew more labored.

Suddenly, a familiar presence filled the doorway. Agatha stood there, her figure framed by the dim hallway light. She was clad in an oversized, lavender sweater that stretched comfortably over her swollen belly, paired with a pair black leggings. The sweater’s neckline slipped off one shoulder, revealing a hint of her porcelain skin, and her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in, unkempt waves. She looked simultaneously radiant and utterly exhausted.

"My love, I thought I left you resting on the couch?" you smirked at her.

"That is where you left me, and I was finally comfortable until you got up."

"Agatha, my love... I was keeping an eye on you, I just needed to finish some things up, and then I was coming right back to curl up with you."

“Mrs. Harkness,” she teased, one hand resting on her hip while the other supported her lower back. “You think I haven't noticed the way you've been watching my every move?”

You smirked and leaned back in your chair, gesturing for her to come in. “I can't help it, my gorgeous wife has been pacing all day, and I’m worried you’re about to go into labor.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, her lips curling into that familiar, sardonic smile. “And here I thought I married someone who’d let me handle things on my own.”

You chuckled softly. “Oh yeah?... well I'm not sure who you married then, because I don't let you handle anything on your own... I’m not about to miss a single moment of this, especially if our baby decides to make an early entrance.”

She stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, and perched herself on your lap. Her belly brushed against you, and you couldn’t help but reach out instinctively, resting a hand there. She rested a hand on yours and raised an eyebrow.

“You do realize I’ve done this before, right? Centuries ago, but still.”

“That’s exactly why I’m worried,” you countered, your voice calm but firm. “You’ve been restless, shifting around, and now you’re in my office. Feels like someone might be in denial.”

“Braxton Hicks,” she shot back without hesitation. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, darling.”

Your lips twitched at her casual dismissal, but you didn’t press further. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when the contractions kick into high gear.”

She scoffed and stood, smoothing her sweater down over her bump. “I’ll be upstairs. Try not to hover too much, Mrs. Harkness.” She emphasized the name with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way you’d taken her last name.

You watched her waddle out of the room, shaking your head before placing a few more books back on the shelf. Still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that her discomfort was more than she wanted to admit.

Upstairs, Agatha paced the bedroom slowly, her movements filled with tension as a low groan escaped her lips. She paused by the window, gripping the windowsill as another contraction surged through her. It was stronger this time, and she knew you were right.

She was in labor.

But stubborn as ever, she wasn’t ready to admit it. Not yet. She’d done this before, alone in the woods, with no one to hold her hand or soothe her fears.

She could handle it now. Couldn’t she?

Back downstairs, the house fell quiet, and you grew uneasy. Agatha wasn’t exactly one for silence. You moved quietly upstairs, pushing the bedroom door open, you froze at the sight before you.

Agatha’s back was to you, her dark hair falling in wild waves over her shoulders. She swayed her hips slowly, her hands braced against the foot of the bed as another low groan slipped past her lips. The sound was filled with pain and frustration, and it made your heart clench.

“Agatha,” you murmured, her name slipping from your lips like a curse and a prayer.

She startled slightly, turning her head just enough to glare at you. “I’m fine,” she snapped, though the tension in her voice betrayed her.

You approached her slowly, your hands softly falling on her hips. “You’re not fine,” you said gently but firmly. “You’re in labor.”

“I’m not actively laboring yet,” she argued, her tone sharp as she straightened herself. “We have time.”

“Agatha,” you pressed, your voice laced with both concern. “You don’t have to do this alone. You’re not hiding your pain from me to protect me. Let me help you.”

Her glare softened for a moment, but she shook her head. “I’ve done this before...”

“And this time, your not doing it alone,” you interrupted. “I’m your wife. Your support system. I’m not letting you shut me out.”

Agatha opened her mouth to retort, but a sudden sharp contraction cut her off. She gasped, clutching the edge of the bed as her knees buckled slightly. You moved to her side, guiding her to lean on you, her head falling against your neck.

"Y/N..." she started, one hand under her bump, her other hand slipped under your shirt and grasped at your warm skin.

“I’ve got you,” you whispered.

Before she could protest further, her body stiffened she let out a small moan, and a warm gush of liquid soaked through her leggings. She froze, then lifted her head slowly, her lips pulling into a disgruntled frown. “I think my water just broke... you were right.”

You couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that spread across your face. “Told you so.”

“Don’t you dare,” she grumbled, but the fight was leaving her as exhaustion took over.

You gently guided her to lean on the bed, your hands steady and comforting. “Let me help, Agatha. It’s my baby, too. I'm not letting you go through this alone.”

"Y/N," her blue eyes searched yours and she nodded slowly. She leaned into you, her head resting against your shoulder. Her breath was shaky, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m scared.”

You held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her hair. “I know. But you’re not alone. We’ve got this... together.”

The dimly lit bedroom felt charged with magic and anticipation as Agatha’s labor progressed. You helped her out of her soaked leggings and grabbed one of your oversized flannel shirts... a deep navy and black plaid that hung loosely over her frame. As you helped her slip into it, buttoning it carefully over her swollen belly, she took a deep inhale.

“Your perfume,” she murmured, her voice softer now, almost distracted. “It clings to your clothes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that,” she replied quickly, her lips quirking into a faint smile. “I love it. It's my wife. It’s… calming.”

You smirked but didn’t say anything, knowing she’d accuse you of being insufferable if you teased her. Instead, you kissed her temple before stepping back to let her pace again.

As the minutes stretched on, you suggested taking her to the hospital, but Agatha immediately dismissed the idea with a sharp wave of her hand.

“We’re not going anywhere,” she snapped, bracing herself against the bed. “The baby’s too low already. I can feel it.”

“Agatha,” you began, your voice steady but concerned.

“No,” she interrupted firmly, straightening up with great effort. “This baby isn’t waiting for a hospital gown and fluorescent lights. It’s happening here. Now.”

You moved about the room calmly, collecting everything you’d need... towels, scissors, and a clamp for the cord... keeping one eye on her at all times. Occasionally, she would pace back to your side, leaning heavily against you for support as another contraction rolled through her body.

The pressure in her pelvis seemed to build rapidly, her moans becoming deeper and you could see the determination etched into her face. She continued pacing the room, her movements slower pausing every now and then, her breaths shallow and focused. You stayed close, ready to catch her if she stumbled or needed support.

Eventually, she returned to you, her steps unsteady as she leaned heavily into your chest. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close as her head rested against your neck. Her breath was hot against your skin, punctuated by soft grunts as her body worked through another contraction, you had a feeling that she was already pushing, she just didn't want to let you know yet.

During one contraction you felt her tense against you, a low groan escaping her lips, you kissed her temple and felt the muscles in her jaw clench.

“Agatha,” you murmured, your lips close to her ear, “are you pushing?”

She nodded weakly, her voice strained. “Pretty sure… the baby’s crowning.”

Your heart raced, but you kept your tone calm and steady. “Okay. Let’s get you settled, my love. We’re almost there.”

Agatha groaned, a mix of frustration and pain. “Don’t you dare smirk. I swear if you...”

“I know, I know,” you interrupted gently, guiding her toward the bed. “You’ll hex me. Later. Right now, we need to focus on meeting our baby.”

She gave a faint laugh, "We're going to meet our baby..."

"Yes my love, but you've got to get through this part first." you said kissing her temple again.

"ugh... easier said than done... nnghhh." She moaned clinging to you as the next contraction began to surge, her head still pressed against your neck as you gently rubbed soothing circles on her back.

She was trembling now, and when she whispered, “Check me,” there was no trace of her usual snark. Her voice was firm and raw, laced with both urgency and trust.

You eased her away from your neck, brushing her hair back so you could see her flushed face.

“Alright,” you murmured, gently lowering yourself to check her. With one glance and a careful hand, you confirmed what you already suspected... the baby was crowning.

"Okay my love, baby is crowning, you're doing so well." you stood up in front of her, your hands supporting her hips as her hands grasped your arms.

"I told you darling, our baby is as impatient as you." she grimaced.

You exhaled softly, muttering, “You’re so stubborn, Agatha.”

She scoffed, a smirk tugging at her lips even through the discomfort. “Takes one to marry one, darling.”

You rolled your eyes your laugh cut short by Agatha letting out another low groan, “Okay, just breathe, I'm right here Agatha... What do you need, love?”

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I need to move, let gravity do the work.”

At first, she stood with your arms wrapped tightly around her, her body trembling as she leaned heavily into you. Her head nestled back against your neck, and you murmured soft words of encouragement as she bore down with another push. But as the pressure increased, her knees buckled beneath her, and you instinctively steadied her.

“Agatha, my love, you’re going to drop us both to the floor if you don’t lean on me properly,” you said, voice light but firm.

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she rasped between breaths. “You love when I’m on top of you.”

“Not exactly what I meant,” you chuckled, guiding her back a step before sitting on the edge of the bed.

Agatha followed your lead, letting you support her as she squatted between your legs, her back leaning against your chest. Her hands gripped your arms for balance, her nails digging into your skin as another contraction took hold.

“Mmm you owe me big time after this,” she groaned. “you’ll remind me of this moment forever, won’t you?”

You kissed the side of her temple, your lips lingering there as she strained through another push. “Not forever. Just for the next few centuries.”

Her laugh was weak, more air than sound. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” you whispered, your voice soft and full of affection.

Agatha gritted her teeth, her breathing labored. “Mmnnughh... the baby… It’s so low.” Her voice cracked as her head fell back against your shoulder. “The crowning... fuck, it’s so intense.”

You tightened your arms around her protectively. “I need to see, love. Just to make sure everything’s okay.”

“No,” she growled, shaking her head even as she trembled in your arms. “I’m not moving.”

You sighed, brushing strands of damp hair away from her face. “Okay, okay... Then let me feel, okay?”

Her lips curled into a faint, mischievous smirk despite the sweat glistening on her brow. “Your hands between my legs… isn’t that how we ended up here in the first place?”

“Not exactly the time for jokes,” you muttered, though your lips twitched with amusement as you reached down carefully.

The moment your hand reached down, you felt it... the firm, soft curve of your baby’s head emerging. Your breath caught as Agatha let out a low, guttural moan, her nails biting into your arms as she bore down.

“You’re incredible,” you whispered, pressing another kiss to her temple. “You’ve got this, Agatha. You’re so close.”

She grumbled under her breath, her body shaking with effort. “Still not moving.”

“Of course not,” you murmured, though you tapped into your magic, summoning a mirror into your hand. You positioned it just right, giving you a clear view of your baby’s head as it slowly emerged.

Agatha let out a strained groan when she realized what you’d done. “Using magic? Really?”

“You love me for it,” you teased, brushing a kiss over her damp hair. “Now, hold on. I’m calling Rio.”

Her head whipped around, her glare sharp despite the pain. “No. I don’t need her. I have you.”

“You do have me,” you assured her, dialing Rio’s number anyway. “But we could use an extra set of hands. Someone we trust.”

Agatha groaned, muttering curses under her breath, but didn’t argue further as you quickly explained the situation to Rio. Within minutes, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house, and Rio’s familiar voice called up from below.

You kissed Agatha’s shoulder as Rio climbed the stairs and entered the room, her sharp eyes immediately assessing the scene... you seated on the edge of the bed, your arms wrapped securely around Agatha as she squatted between your legs, her body trembling with exertion. She glanced at you, then at Agatha, arching a brow.

“Well,” Rio said with a smirk, shrugging off her coat. “What’s the saying?... ‘It takes a village’?”

“More like two stubborn witches and a very patient ex-wife,” Agatha grumbled, though her voice softened as Rio approached, her presence instantly grounding the room.

“Then it looks like I got here just in time,” Rio said with her usual calmness, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. She slipped off her coat, tossing it aside.

"How's she doing?" Rio directed her attention to you.

"Contractions are coming hard and fast, baby is crowning..." you filled her in, your voice steady.

Agatha let out a guttural groan that silenced both you and Rio. Your attention snapped back to your wife as she gritted out,

“The head… mother of... it hurts.”

You nodded to Rio, who moved carefully to kneel in front of Agatha, her hands gently running over your wife’s trembling thighs. Rio’s gaze flicked to yours, searching your face, and you gave her a slight nod.

When Agatha’s blue eyes met Rio’s espresso-brown ones, a wave of emotion washed over her face. Centuries of history passed between the three of you, unspoken but palpable in the room. Agatha’s lips trembled, and you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Rio needs to check, love,” you whispered softly, your voice grounding her.

Rio’s expression softened as she looked between the two of you. “Is that okay, Agatha?” she asked gently, her voice soft and soothing.

Agatha hesitated for a moment before giving a slow nod. Rio carefully shifted, her movements gentle and respectful as she glanced down. The baby’s head was fully crowning now, and Rio looked back up at Agatha with a warm, reassuring smile.

“You’re doing beautifully,” Rio said softly, her hands resting lightly on Agatha’s thighs.

Another contraction overtook Agatha, and she let out a strained cry, pushing with everything she had. Rio’s voice was calm and steady as she murmured, “Good girl, Agatha. That’s it. Keep going.”

You joined in, your lips brushing against Agatha’s damp hair. “You’ve got this, my love. You’re incredible.”

Agatha let out a strangled moan as the contraction finally eased, and her body leaned heavily against you. Her breathing ragged, as she shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes as she began to ramble.

“I did this before… alone,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Nicholas… I was alone, and Rio left, and…”

Your heart clenched, and as you glanced at Rio. The haunted look in Agatha’s eyes wasn’t just pain... it was memory, memory of the child she had birthed centuries ago, alone in the cold, unyielding woods. The memory of Rio leaving to protect her and Nicholas from forces too dark to fight.

Before you could speak, Rio’s hands moved to Agatha’s trembling legs, grounding her. “This is nothing like before,” Rio said firmly, her voice a soothing balm. “Your baby is safe. You’re safe. You have her, ,” she nodded toward you, “your badass wife that would kill to keep you both safe, and you have me. Nothing will harm you or your child, Agatha. Not this time.”

You pressed your lips to Agatha’s temple, your voice low and steady. “You’re not alone, love. You can cry, scream, yell... whatever you need. You are loved, and you are safe. And you’re not doing this by yourself. I promise you, everything will be okay.”

Tears spilled down Agatha’s cheeks as she nodded weakly, her grip on you tightening. “I just…” Her voice cracked, and she looked between the two of you. “I’m scared.”

Rio’s gaze softened as she reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from Agatha’s face. “It’s okay to be scared,” she said gently. “But you’re stronger than your fear. You’ve got this, and we’ve got you.”

You felt Agatha take a deep, shuddering breath, her trembling beginning to subside. She nodded again, her tears falling freely now, and you kissed her softly, murmuring against her skin, “You’re safe. I’ve got you, Agatha. We’ve got you.”

Agatha leaned into you heavily, her back pressing against your chest her nails dug into your thighs, the sharp sting barely registering, you held her steady, your arms wrapped protectively around her swollen frame, and your gaze flicked to Rio, who knelt calmly before you both.

Agatha’s labored breathing filled the room, each moan growing louder, more strained. Then came the threats.

“If this child doesn’t come out soon,” Agatha growled through clenched teeth, “I swear, I’ll hex both of you.”

You and Rio exchanged a quick, amused glance. “And here I thought you liked the attention,” you teased lightly, earning a sharp glare from your wife.

“This is your fault,” she panted, her voice shaking as another contraction took hold, her words cut off with a sharp cry, and her nails bit deeper into your thighs.

“Yeah, yeah,” Rio chuckled, her tone calm and soothing as she glanced up. “Blame her later, Agatha. Right now, keep pushing.”

It happened suddenly... Agatha groaned and then let out a panicked, frantic cry, her breathing growing erratic. “The head... it’s out! The head's out, help me!”

You tightened your arms around her protectively, whispering, “You’re okay, love. We’ve got you... Rio?”

Rio leaned forward, her hands steady as she confirmed what Agatha had said. “The head’s out,” she said with calm authority. “You’re almost there, Agatha. Just a little more.”

“I can’t!” Agatha gasped, trembling against you.

“Yes, you can,” you whispered firmly, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face. “You’re almost there, my love. You’re doing so good.”

Agatha bore down again with another strained cry, and you could feel her body trembling with the effort. She fell back into you, exhausted, and you adjusted slightly, pulling her closer into your arms so that your thighs bracketed hers.

At first, she resisted, her voice laced with her signature sarcasm. “Are you trying to smother me?!”

“Let me help you,” you murmured firmly, your hands steady on her hips. “Trust me, Agatha.”

For a moment, she hesitated, but as the next contraction rolled through her, she finally gave in, leaning fully into you with a soft, broken groan.

She pushed again, a guttural scream ripping through her as Rio’s eyes suddenly widened. “Stop!” Rio commanded sharply, her voice slicing through the tension.

You froze, the air leaving your lungs as dread gripped you. “What’s wrong?” you demanded, your voice tight with fear.

Agatha’s panic was immediate, her breathing erratic as she gasped, “What... what is it?... What’s wrong with her?!”

Rio hesitated, her usually calm demeanor slipping for just a second before she spoke. “The cord. It’s wrapped around her neck.”

A sinking feeling settled in your chest as Agatha’s body stiffened against you. “No,” Agatha whispered, her voice breaking. “No, no, no. Rio... please, please not my baby! Don’t take her. Don’t take my baby.”

“Agatha,” Rio said firmly, “I’m not taking anyone. I need to unhook the cord. You both need to stay calm.”

But calm wasn’t an option. Your magic flared instinctively, crackling around the room as a protective wave surged from your chest. “Help her,” you growled, your voice low and dangerous.

Rio glanced up, her sharp eyes locking on yours, green magic flaring against your silver magic. “Control yourself,” she said evenly, her hands still steady. “I’ve got this.”

Agatha sobbed, her head dropping back against your shoulder as another contraction came. “I can’t... Y/N, I can't...” she gasped, her body trembling violently. “I have to push!”

“No,” Rio said firmly. “You can’t push yet, Agatha... I need to help your baby.”

Agatha’s cries grew louder, her panic palpable, and you pressed your lips to her ear, whispering softly, “You’re okay, my love. I’m here. Rio’s here. You’re not alone. Breathe for me.”

Her grip on your thighs tightened painfully as she sobbed, but she tried to match your steady breathing, her body slowly relaxing against you.

Rio worked quickly, her hands gentle but precise. “I need to ease the head back just slightly,” she explained, her tone calm but focused, “...to loosen the cord and get it unstuck.”

“Do it,” you said, tightening your arms around Agatha as she let out another agonized scream.

The sound tore through you, and you whispered in her ear, your voice full of emotion. “You’re okay, Agatha. You’re strong. You’re safe. She’s safe.”

Rio worked meticulously, her movements precise as Agatha’s screams echoed in the room. Then, after what felt like an eternity, Rio’s voice cut through the chaos.

“Got it,” she said, her expression softening as she carefully unhooked the cord and looked up at both of you. “She’s okay. You’re okay. Just a few more pushes and you bring her into the world.”

Agatha sobbed, relief flooding her as she clung to you. And with your combined strength, she found the resolve to push again, this time ready to meet the little girl she’d fought so fiercely to protect.

Agatha’s sobs softened as she leaned fully into you, her back trembling against your chest. You whispered reassurances into her ear, brushing your lips against her temple. Her tears dampened your skin as you held her tightly, grounding her with your strength.

Rio stayed in front of her, calm and steady, a sharp contrast to the storm of emotions swirling in the room. “Alright, Agatha,” Rio said softly, her hands poised to catch the baby. “She’s ready. You’re ready. Just one more push. You can do this.”

Agatha whimpered, shaking her head. “I can’t—” she panted, her breath hitching as another contraction built. “It hurts. I’m so tired—”

“You can,” you whispered firmly, your arms tightening around her. “You’ve come so far, Agatha. You’re the strongest woman I know. She’s almost here, and I’m right here with you.”

“And so am I,” Rio added, her voice full of encouragement. “You’ve got us both. You’re not alone.”

With those words, Agatha let out a trembling breath and bore down, a scream tearing from her throat. You felt her entire body strain with the effort as her nails dug into your thighs again. You winced but stayed steady, murmuring praises into her ear.

“That’s it,” Rio encouraged, her voice firm but gentle. “Good girl, Agatha. Keep going. She’s almost here.”

Agatha let out another guttural cry, her body trembling violently as she pushed again. Her hands flew to yours, clinging to your arms like a lifeline as she leaned against you.

"Y/N... It hurts..."

You pressed your cheek to hers, whispering, “I know my love, but you’ve got this. Just one more and we meet our baby girl.”

Agatha nodded, let out a deep scream and then a high-pitched cry pierced the room as Rio carefully guided your daughter into the world. Agatha sobbed, her entire body sagging against you in exhaustion and relief.

“She’s here,” Rio said, her voice thick with emotion as she held up the baby, red, wriggling, and alive. “You did it, Agatha. She’s perfect.”

You looked over Agatha’s shoulder, tears blurring your vision as you caught your first glimpse of your daughter. Rio quickly cut the cord, her hands steady. Then she reached for a towel, carefully wrapping the tiny, squirming form before handing her over.

“Here,” Rio murmured, her voice soft as she placed the baby in Agatha’s trembling arms.

Agatha let out a broken sob as she looked down at the tiny bundle, her fingers brushing over the baby’s flushed cheek. “She’s... she’s beautiful,” Agatha whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

You kissed her temple, tears streaming down your face as you gazed at your daughter. “She’s perfect,” you murmured, your voice choked.

Agatha looked up at you, her blue eyes shimmering with tears. “We did it,” she whispered, her voice full of awe. “She’s ours.”

You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her lips. “We did it, my love. You did it.”

Rio stood silently, her expression soft as she watched the three of you. There was no jealousy, no bitterness... only love and understanding as centuries of pain melted away in the warmth of this new life.

“She’s strong,” Rio said finally, her voice full of pride. “Just like her mothers.”

Agatha let out a shaky laugh, her tears spilling freely as she cradled the baby closer. “Welcome to the chaos,” she whispered to your daughter, her voice soft and full of love.

And as you held your wife and child in your arms, surrounded by the warmth of Rio’s presence, you knew this was just the beginning of a new, beautiful chapter for all of you.

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