#fictional au

“I’ll give you to the count of 5, Herb, where’s the product?”

“I-it got lost! In transportation! It wasn’t me I swear!”

Agatha would consider herself a connoisseur in very expensive luxurious items. She always had an eye for soft delicate fabrics, sweet and rich desserts, finest tailored suits, and the coldest, rarest weapons Westview had to run. She was known as the wicked witch of Westview, one of the most avoided crime bosses with a war path that had the ability to stretch for miles.

“You were in charge of bringing it to me, yet…I see you empty handed. Do you know how much those little bunnies cost me?”

“I-I’m s-s-sorry boss please I’ll do a-anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes please, boss, anything?”

“Hmm…”

Agatha pretended to ponder the pawns blubbering nonsense, but between the tears carving their way through the grime of his cheek, and the snot no doubt making its way passed his lips, she decided…this man was fucking disgusting. She turned on her heel to exit the dark room, sauntering with a grace that made it feel like her feet never touched an inch of soiled ground.

“Light him up boys.”

With a flick of her hand and without looking back, Agatha left the premises leaving the dirty work for her pack of brutes.

It took a lot of time and hard grinding work to get to this position of not having to get her hands dirty anymore. Agatha Harkness, literally fought tooth and nail for her position at the top of the throne. She always had an eye for the finer things and of course not coming from a wealthier background…well she had to take matters into her own hands, however she saw fit.

That’s how she got into illegal arms smuggling and essentially starting her own crime ring. Eventually gutting the one man she ever allowed close enough, the one that taught her everything she needed to know about being the baddest witch in one of the smallest towns. Something so small and shitty the feds would never be able to sniff out a thing.

She marched out of the abandoned warehouse building with a purpose and migraine. Handling business never failed to wear her out. She was above handling rats, above arguing with dummies. Sometimes a boss’ job is never done. She humbled herself for still being able to ‘roll around with the cockroaches’ as she called it. She needed a pick-me-up.

Agatha sauntered to her sleek black sedan, dusting off her plum colored dress pants and crème blouse and gracefully got into her car.

She liked to frequent this little place closer toward downtown (if you could call it that). They served the best blueberry cream cheese pastries, with the most divine wild berry gentilly cake anyone could get their hands on, but that wasn’t the only reason for her continued return.

She had a soft spot for the little pastry chef that ran her own little shop. Always had her eye out for her ever since they met. “Met” was a reach, for the last 2 years 6 months 3 weeks and 14 days, Agatha has shown up to your little bakery to see you. The pastries were just a plus. Once a day she’d walk in the room smelling of fresh crème and baked doughs, order a slice of something she liked, and sit in the back corner booth and day dream of the day she could ask for more from you.

A date, a kiss, fuck it, it didn’t matter an extra breath she just wanted you in her life closer than you were now. But Agatha she was a stalking predator, a panther maneuvering through thick foliage and you were her sweet lamb. Agatha could only view herself as all rough edges. Nothing about her was sweet. She was sharp and possessive. She craved carnally, and fought fearlessly. You were everything she couldn’t possibly have.

Agatha white knuckled her grip on the steering wheel the whole way. Her jaw tensed as she could only think of how soft you probably felt under her harsh grasp. Her hands were rough and calloused, oh but she bet yours were softer than satin gliding along her tired muscles.

She visibly relaxed when she parked in front of the bakery, and when she entered, it was like exhaling a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You smiled at her so warm and peachy. She swore her life moved in slow motion as she watched your lashes flutter against your rosy cheeks. Your hair was pulled back in a low bun, her eyes trailed down to look at the baby pink dress with white trimming you were wearing. She could almost feel beneath her palms the texture of that dress and how it would feel pressed against your hips. She bet you smelled of rose hip oil and cinnamon.

“Agatha! Welcome in, I just finished a strawberry gentilly cake, I know how much you like them, Jen is finishing cutting it up in the back!”

Agatha blushed, visibly blushed, as you went on about how much you remembered her liking gentilly cakes. They were airy and sweet but not tooth rotting sweet. Not enough to make her swear it off. Sweet enough to want more every time, just like you.

“Hey Baby! Sure I’d love a slice.”

She watched as the blushed crawled from the center of your nose across to both cheeks. It made her bite the inside of her lip, heaven help her.

“For here or to go?”

“Here!” Agatha spoke too quickly. “Always here.”

She tried to laugh off her nerves lest she look too eager to you. She didn’t know that you wouldn’t mind, one single bit. She didn’t know how you stared at her face trying to memorize the creases by her eyes or the smile lines when she laughed. She never caught your lingering gaze on her brunette tresses as you imagined how the strands would feel weaving through your fingers. She even missed the way you would sneak glances every time she was avoiding staring for to long. The two of you danced around each other like orbiting planets destined to collide.

Agatha took her usual seat at the back of the bakery. She found herself being too nervous for some reason. She had been doing this for years why was she so nervous. She stress-bit her lip and nervously played with her own fingers. Even trying a breathing exercise to will her frantic heartbeat down. You’re okay, you’ll be okay. She kept telling herself. Trying to will away the tension she was feeling just being in this building. She was able to busy herself with her phone, checking on messages, watching CCTV footage to make sure nothing looked suspicious.

She jumped when you entered her peripheral. When did you walk up? How had she not heard you? Her crystal blues met your eyes as you gently placed her slice of cake down with a small cup of iced lemon tea. Agatha gave you a bashful smile then watched you walk all the way behind the counter again.

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Somehow staying for a slice turned into Agatha fiddling with her phone for a couple hours. You had shown up intermittently to check on her and make sure she didn’t need anything. Every time she reassured she was fine, even if she wanted to beg or whine for your number or a date. Maybe even take your hand and kiss the back of your knuckles. Would you blush harder at her? Would you allow her to take you anywhere you desired? How would you look at her when she was finally able to wrap herself—

“Freeze! Nobody move!”

Two robbers ran in straight to the counter. Both of them had bags but only one had a gun, the other a knife. Everyone who was already in the building began to panic but Agatha’s eyes just went wide.

She watched the two men storm over to the register and point the gun at her Baby’s face. Agatha bristled, rage began to boil, how dare they threaten her babygirl. How dare the attempt to soil this place at all while she was here.

“We don’t want any trouble! Give us all the money in your register!”

Agatha had to watch your scared face pale, you fumbled with the register attempting to get them anything they were asking for as fast as possible. They made one mistake though, none of the men had eyes on Agatha. She quietly stood from her spot in the booth and drew her gun from her back holster. The men were too busy waiting on you to fish out all of the money they didn’t hear or see when Agatha pressed the mouth of her gun to the temple of the one man with a weapon.

At the dock of her gun everybody froze.

“I want everyone out right now!”

She commanded that room in that instant. Every patron left chaotically, you remained frozen in your spot behind the counter. The man holding the gun still had his hand raised. Agatha’s deadly blue gaze shifted to you.

“Listen to me, Baby, I need you to go to the back and hide. Either a bathroom or a closet, and don’t come out until I come to get you. Bring Jen with you too, I’m going to handle this mess, okay?”

You nodded hard and backed up carefully to the door that led to the back of house. Once you were safe you scrambled to grab Jen and do exactly what Agatha had requested. The two of you held each other as you heard a lot of commotion come from the dining area. Agatha never visibly looked like someone who could take two grown men, but you doubt she would’ve made you leave if she couldn’t.

All of a sudden two gunshots rang out in your building. You and Jen heals your breaths as you waited to find out what was going to happen next. You almost jumped from your skin when the door swung open but it was just her. She was safe, your hero.

Agatha bent down quickly to hold you and your arms wrapped around her in return. You could feel her warm palm cup the back of your head while the other stayed protectively at your back. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to calm down now that you were one hundred percent safe. Jen was the first to break the silence, but inadvertently made the two of you separate from one another.

“What happened out there? What happened to those guys?”

Agatha’s gaze shifted between the two of you trying to think of how to go about this.

“I need you both to something very important and listen to my instructions; Jen, you’re going to leave out the back, get in your car and go home, you didn’t see anything you just ran, okay?”

Jen nodded in blind confirmation and left without asking any more questions. Then Agatha looked to you again.

“Baby, I need you to come with me okay? I have some guys coming to clean this mess up, they’ll make the place look just like new. I’ll help with an alibi on the way to my place alright? Are you going to let me take care of you?”

Your eyes began to fill with tears, the adrenaline probably wearing off, it pained you to leave your bakery in the hands of some people you didn’t know. Hell you hardly even knew Agatha outside of her usual orders, but she helped you today. What if those men decided to do something worse, what if she hadn’t been there to help you at all? You owed it to her to at least listen and go with her. Your body began to shake and Agatha wrapped her arms around you again to hold you still and will you to calm down.

Carefully she was able to get you to your feet and usher you out to her car. As you passed through the bakery, Agatha kept one of her hands on the side of your head to tuck you into the crook of her neck.

“Keep your eyes down, Baby. You’re safe now okay?”

The stress and anxiety still buzzed through your bones, and as you looked off to the side, the pool of blood at the floor made your eyes start to water again. You couldn’t hold back a sob as everything started to surface slowly. You were robbed. At gun point. And Agatha saved you. And your business.

She was holding on to you so strong too. Her arms weren’t shaking, her breathing wasn’t erratic, the only think Agatha knew in that moment was to be strong for you and get you comfortable. Somewhere between the building and the car you blacked out and only came to when you heard the sound of the driver side door close. You don’t remember getting in or sitting down.

Your sweaty shaking palm reached out to her own forcing your conjoined hands into your own space. You needed something to ground you to hold you. Your whole body felt on fire and Agatha was the cooling water calming you down. Your two soft hands held Agatha’s one larger hand in your lap focusing on your breathing and running your fingertips over her skin.