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a soft giggle leaves agatha and she nods, leaning up once more to kiss her jaw. " go change, dinner will be on the table when you're done. " her loving smile grows and she slips her hand into maren's to give it a gentle squeeze before pulling away and moving back to the stove, humming softly to herself. once dinner was done, agatha dishes everything out and sets the plates down on the table, placing the timer for dessert next to her own plate. as aurora enters the dining room, she greets her with a smile and a kiss to the top of her head before sitting beside her, awaiting maren's return.

maren's lips curled into a fond smile, large hands still firm around her wife's waist, keeping the fae close, " i can tell. it smells wonderful as always, dove, " the blonde leaned down to press another kiss to her lips, holding her cheek in her scarred palm, the pad of her thumb brushing just under agatha's eye, " allow me to go change and wash up properly. the kids were rambunctious today. " the woman sighed.

her students were always rambunctious in a way, but they were near unruly today. and she was exhausted from the day's work. she wished to sit down for a meal with her family and forget about grading papers.

@fiorserpen / con.

" sanji! " the faerie greets him with a big smile, beckoning him to come further into the shop. her head tilts slightly at the sight of the basket in his hand, her gaze flickering back up to him when he speaks. " oh, sanji, you're so kind! you really didn't have to do any of this for us. " but still, agatha does appreciate it (more so since she forgot to make lunch for herself). she sees the treats under the lunch he made for her and her smile grows. " i don't think they'll mind, i think they'll really appreciate this! i'll be sure to give them these treats when i can. " agatha moves from behind the counter to embrace him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. " i really appreciate that you were kind enough to bring me some lunch. i kind of maybe forgot to make some myself. " she giggles sheepishly, rubbing her cheek. " i definitely forgot. "

⟬ @fiorserpen / s.c ⟭

"Good afternoon, Agatha~!" Through the door of the flower shop came a chipper tone. Swinging at his side was a small basket packed with food, which he happily opened once he reached the counter. "I brought you lunch!"

But that was hardly all he brought her. Tucked under the lunch he made was a clear container packed with treats. "Made something special for Maren and Aurora too. Didn't want to leave them out, so I hope they don't mind!"

" i told you to stay in bed, dove. i can make you soup.

" i know what happens when you cook, my love. " she manages a raspy laugh, pulling her blanket tighter around herself as she stirs the pot of canned soup. agatha would've opted for homemade soup, but her energy has been almost totally sapped. " don't worry about me, okay? i'll— " a fit of coughs interrupt her and she braces herself against the counter, coughing into the crook of her elbow. she groans, bringing her hand up to her head. the pounding headache has returned, the kind that makes her brain feel twice as large and her skull twice as small. gods, and she thought her seasonal allergies were rough.

" i just... n-need to sit now. " she sighs, making her cough a bit more. whatever it is that she picked up when she brought maren's lunch to her a few days ago, it's awful. agatha moves into the dining room, lowering herself into a chair, holding her head in her hands. " the soup just needs a f-few more minutes and then i will get b-back into bed, i promise. "

the faerie stirs from her deep slumber, yawning and stretching before rubbing her eyes. though her wife and daughter were already away at work and school respectively, she decided to spend the morning getting a bit more sleep. what a refreshing sleep it was, too. she goes about her morning routine as usual; brushing her teeth, washing her face, brushing her hair and putting it up in a braid, taking her pills and then getting dressed. she debated staying in her pajamas, but she didn't feel like being quite that casual today. next would be breakfast, but agatha stops when she feels a wintery chill by the front door. strange, it isn't prone to drafts, nor would maren leave it open (never in a million years). now, through the frosted glass, she sees a familiar silhouette. short stature, spiky hair— it could be none other than her dear friend from the soul society, captain hitsugaya, and that alone is enough to bring a smile to agatha's face.

she unlocks and opens the door, an umbrella already in hand and opened up, holding it out over him to keep the rain dripping from the awning off of him. her free hand rests on her hip. " captain. " agatha greets, her smile growing as she gestures for him to come inside. " come in, come in. i would assume it's too cold and wet, even for you! " she laughs softly, closing the door behind him once he steps into her home. " i just woke up a little while ago, so i apologize if i still look a little tired. regardless, is there anything i can get for you? drink, a snack, sweets? i just baked these chocolate chip cookies yesterday, so they're still fresh. "

@fiorserpen

━━━━༺ ᵒ ༻ ❖ ༺ ᵒ   A s if the skies, outspread with viscous clouds aloft the earth, had conspired to depredate the entertainment of excursions with unsympathetic acrimony; a tempestuous deluge of objectionable rain unanticipatedly precipitated 'pon the metropolis's residents sans proferring him, as in a singularity, time to compose an assured course of returning to his apartment sans an iota of tribulations --------- wholly disrupting his mundane errand of acquiring noonday sustenance. ---- Prompted by an unappeasable urge to seek and thereupon locate refuge from the relentless downpour of an innumerous abundance of droplets, he unwittingly found himself standing at the entryway of Agatha's abode, a cordial associate he hadn't visited in countless months. Anxiety gripped at his lungs like a serpentine, constricting each breath as he grappled with the uncertainties of trampling over agendas within his endlessly proceeding mind. Conveniently, however, despite internal dissidence, there was an overhang protecting his unkempt alabaster mane, albeit only temporarily for the zephyr only augmented in velocity and vigorousness. Which is to say, the rain will inevitably breach the borders. -With his unoccupied extremity poised to employ a greeting knock, its fingers coiled into a tightened fist, hesitancy seizing it mere inches away from the wooden veneer, he was torn asunder 'tween announcing his presence and sparing those within from any unpremeditated encumbrance. - Exhaling a breath he hadn't realized was withheld, he opted for the latter out of reverence. Hoping the weather will expeditiously dissolve and bestow them anew the unparalleled luminescence of the sun's relieving embodiment.

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" oh, you're always spoiling us rotten, sanji. " she giggles, her smile growing as she nudges his arm with hers. she won't lie, though, she does enjoy it. she knows doing this is one of the ways he shows he cares and is thinking about them, and she appreciates it greatly! at least now she won't have to close her shop for a little while so she could have lunch, nor will she have to listen to the growling of her stomach until she can head home and have something to eat.

" only hectic enough to forget to make lunch for myself. maren had to go into work early so i was the one that had to drive aurora to school. i missed my alarm though and i nearly made her late! so i only had the time to pack lunch for her. " agatha explains with a sheepish smile, her hand coming up to rub her neck. it was fine, though, she didn't really mind waiting to eat until she got home, she's just glad she doesn't have to now. " have you eaten today, sanji? i'm more than happy to share this with you. "

"I know I didn't have to," he acknowledged with a laugh, "but I wanted to. What's the point of being a cook and having a restaurant a few streets away if I can't spoil the people I care about?"

Agatha and her family were the definition of darling, and it hardly felt right to not use his skills to make others happy.

The hug and kiss to his cheek send his hear into a purely joyful tizzy. This was why he loved to cook, why he loved to create. Knowing she would share the treats with her family made his heart skip, and he was glad for it.

"I had a feeling. Even if you had remembered, I would have brought this, anyway." Leftovers never hurt, and she could always save it for later. "Did you have a hectic morning?"

" you won't be able to walk straight when i'm done with you, my pretty... pretty dove... "

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

her breath hitches at maren's words, a soft moan leaving her. gods, her wife really knows how to excite her, doesn't she? " only if you promise to carry me around and give me the princess treatment after we're done. " agatha tells her with a smile, gazing up at her as maren hovers over her, her fingers caressing her wife's arm. of course her beloved promises to do so, which is followed by many, many kisses and quite the night of rigorous lovemaking. sure enough, agatha was very sore later. she couldn't even get out of bed to take a bath, her maren had to prepare it for her and carry her into it! even here, relaxing in the tub, her legs feel like they've turned into jelly.

agatha lays back against her wife, holding her hand, bringing it to her lips to press gentle kisses to her knuckles. she closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of lavender hanging in the air from the bath bomb maren had tossed into the hot water. she hums softly in content, laying her head back against her wife's chest as she now holds her hand against her cheek, gently nuzzling her palm. " you always take such good care of me, my love. " agatha murmurs, then giggles softly. " making up for making a mess of me earlier? "

" i'm here. i'm real. " ( maren after she saves aggie :^)))))))))

hit 'em where it hurts. / accepting!

the mind is capable of a lot of things. some of the things it does and the why are still a mystery. in many ways, it's like a living computer, and like computers, something terrible can happen. something can break it, cause it to act strange, cause it to malfunction. things can easily cause the human brain to make someone see things that, to their dismay, aren't really there. ny herlighed has done it to her before and agatha was certain this time wasn't any different. she was imagining the commotion, she was imagining her girlfriend, here and still alive.

it has to be in agatha's imagination again... right?

she knows it is. that's all this can be: another hallucination. is she perhaps just that desperate to see maren again? even when she was convinced that she truly wanted nothing to do with the faerie, even when she was convinced she was dead? agatha's love for her never waned, never disappeared altogether. she still holds that torch, some part of her wanting desperately to believe that ny herlighed has been lying to her this whole time. why else would maren also want a child with her? what would she have really gained from tricking the faerie, making her believe she truly and wholeheartedly loved her, from having a child with her, from having a wonderful life together? why would she help to change agatha's view of herself, to raise her confidence and self esteem, why encourage agatha to get help, only for it all to to be one big ploy? and yet... the mind, even when tricked, is a powerful thing.

even as maren approaches, blood soaked clean through what was once a white suit, the faerie shies away from her. not because of the blood or her weapon, but because she knows she isn't there. she's just tired, she just wants this to be over. why can't this just be over?

she whimpers, tears pouring down her face despite how tightly her eyes are closed, feeling maren's bloodied hands cupping her face, hearing her plead with the faerie to look at her. but she can't, she won't. she won't open her eyes to another hallucination! if— if she just keeps her eyes closed, then she'll go away. right? because she's just in her head. she isn't here, she isn't real, she's gone.

no matter how hard she tried to will away what she perceived to be a hallucination, she opens her eyes to find the image still there. sometimes that happened when the hallucinogen was especially strong or when they gave her a little too much. maren would still be there sometimes, just as she is now, that same pleading look on her face as she tries to get agatha to realize this is real. she is real.

" m-maren? " she finally manages to get out, her jaw quivering, her eyes shiny with tears. where there once was nothing in her eyes, there is now a spark of life, a glimmer of hope. oh, gods, she so desperately wants to believe that she's real. please, please, let her be real. agatha wraps her arms around her, holding her tightly as she sobs against her, uncaring of any of the blood (that she knows couldn't possibly be maren's — she wouldn't willingly let any of these people touch her) getting onto her. that didn't matter, not right now.

" p-please, please take us home. p-please, maren. i-i— i j-just w-want to be home again w-with you a-and aurora. "

deny ( marggie hehe )

spicy action. / accepting!

[  DENY  ] ;  the sender denies the receivers orgasm.

there aren't any moments quite like these where the faerie is absolutely sure maren takes great pleasure in making her squirm and beg to let her cum. it drives her crazy, being continually brought to the brink, only to be pulled back from the edge by her wife stopping whatever she's doing. every time she does this to her, agatha ends up a whimpering, trembling mess. this time was certainly no different.

with her wrists and ankles bound, she can hardly move, save for squirming and writhing from the overstimulation. it was just too much! and she knows maren knows that because she's the one that holds her orgasm in her hands, and she was the one that would eventually decide to let her cum.

even with the blindfold, agatha still tries to look at her wife, managing to lift her head from the bed only a little. " p-p-please, my love, i-i— i can't t-take m-much more. " she pleads, pulling at her restraints as she desperately tries to move against maren's hand for any ounce of friction she could get. " i-i-i b-beg that you l-let me cum. p-please? please, maren, i-i w-want to cum s-so bad. "

when maren speaks to their daughter, her gaze moves to her, smiling as she listens. " you always do so well on your projects, i know you'll do so on this one as well. " her teachers all seemed very proud of her and were happy that she and maren attend every parent-teacher conference. all in all, aurora was generally an A student and the two couldn't be more proud.

agatha's gaze flickers up to maren and her smile grows. " it went really well! an engaged couple placed an order earlier today and i'll be supplying flowers for their wedding! so i'll be pretty busy with that soon. " she answers with a delighted laugh, her eyes shimmering as she smiles. " since it's spring now, there'll be a higher demand for the seeds and starters i sell! among other things, of course. "

maren smiled at her wife, moving to press a kiss to the back of her head, right against her soft curls, before she disappeared to the bedroom to change out of the day's clothing. wearing a suit for dinner with the family seemed a little much, and she wanted to get out of her work clothes. maren would return to the kitchen moments later, dressed in a gray tank top with jeans to match.

" how has your day been, my little dove? " the woman asked of aurora, who gave her a simple answer, 'it was okay. i have a science project to work on soon', to which maren cooed about how well she was going to do, her attention turning towards agatha, " and you, dove? "

" oh, quite hectic, but... " she trails away, smiling fondly at her memories of aurora. " it's worth it, i believe. " agatha tells him, looking back up at him. sure, there were moments that caused great worry or frustration, and of course there was the whole ordeal with ny herlighed, but she doesn't regret having aurora with maren. not one bit. they love their daughter dearly. there isn't anything they wouldn't do for her to make sure she's safe and happy.

" and i think you'd be an amazing father, sanji. " she likes to think they've been friends long enough to be able to tell him that and be sure of it. " i doubted myself, too. i think it's natural for everyone that wants kids to doubt themselves, but it's really maren that convinced me that i'd be a good mother. " agatha reaches out, resting a hand on his upper arm. " any kid you have in the future would want you as their dad, sanji. "

as she sees him blush now, she can't help but giggle. " oh, sanji. come on, you're sharing this with me. " agatha's smile grows and she takes his hand, tugging him into the room at the back of her shop. it was part workspace and part relaxation area, a worktable and supplies at one end and a couch with a coffee table at the other. she sits, making herself comfortable. " eat with me sanji, please? "

At her claim, Sanji gifted her a beaming grin. His fluttery, flirtatious behavior had stopped once he learned she was happily taken, but that would never stop him from spoiling her and her family. She was a brilliant woman, one who deserved care of every kind, and he was glad to be one of the ones privileged enough to call her a friend. And he firmly believed that even friends ought to be spoiled now and again.

"Having a kid sounds hectic. I wonder if I'd be able to pull it off." The ideas of having a little one of his own had sprung to mind more than once, but the fact that he was single always made that idea feel like an awful one. He knew of brilliant single parents, but he wanted a proper family, like the one Agatha had.

He would have to wait, however, as it seemed he couldn't take care of himself. Now it was his turn to blush and give a sheepish smile.

"I was so worried about making sure you had something to eat that I didn't make myself anything. I wouldn't want to take any of it from you, though!"

" that's because i'm just so lovable. besides, how can you say no to this face? " she asks with a giggle, opening up the basket, the delightful scents of food wafting up toward her face now. boy, that smells delicious. " i bet your kitchen smelled really amazing while you were making all these treats for us. " then again, sanji's creations always smell wonderful and look so delectable.

" oh? " she looks up at him before taking out a container with chocolate chip cookies. " ah— is that molasses i smell? " agatha asks, her smile growing. she could even see toffee bits in them, which made the edges slightly crispy and almost caramel-like in texture, the molasses making the centers more chewy. " gods, these are delicious! "

agatha offers one of the cookies to him. she's sure he tried them after baking them, but still! she feels it's only fair to share them. " i love these! i'm sure maren and aurora will enjoy them, too, if i don't eat them all. " she tells sanji with a laugh, which would certainly be easy for her to do when they're so good, but no, she's already putting the lid back on the container and trying the other sweets.

It seemed that no matter the situation, no matter the feelings Sanji willingly voiced, Agatha knew exactly what to say it set his mind at ease. She understood the doubt and knew exactly where it came from, but the fact that she had confidence in him helped to further solidify the idea that, some day, he wouldn't mind becoming a father.

"You're too kind." The hand she placed on his arm was covered with one of his own, fleeting touch a gentle thank you for investing even a few seconds of her time in encouraging him.

He hadn't much choice, but Sanji didn't mind being dragged. She had invited him, and he knew that it would have been cruel to deny her company when she wanted it.

"I have time, and you know I can't really say no to you." He sat beside her, giving her plenty of space but not treating her like a stranger. "You'll have to let me know what you think. I made some changes based on the last time you tried this."

" well... it is a little warm, but it's okay! " not it isn't, she's suffering already. please pity the poor faerie and give her some ice.

@fiorserpen

" --- Please don't hesitate to let me know if the temperature rises. I will be more than delighted to provide you with an ample amount of ice to help you cool yourself down. "

an anxious smile forms on her lips as he looks at her like that, like he's trying so hard to read her and decipher what she really wants. oh— damn her and her stubbornness. it doesn't help that she's also indecisive. agatha would very much like the ice because the heat just doesn't agree with her but she doesn't want to bother him! gods, but the heat is really starting to get to her now. for pete's sake— " can i please have some ice, toshiro? "

H is brows furrowed as she answered in turn. ---- She was always challenging to read and comprehend so indecision pinched at his inner crux in the semblance of pincers to adjacent clothings. - Once affixed it was essentially unattainable to acquire a pacifying liberation. Which is to say a precise discernment of her words." ----- If you're certain. "

" they seem to be awfully interested in you, dove. " rigelig. maren uwu

@rigelig

" do they? " agatha asks, looking through the honeycrisp apples with a hum, looking for some to make apple pie with. she doesn't glance up toward the women her wife is talking about, she isn't even interested. why would she be? besides, could they not see the ring on her finger or that maren had come right up to her? maybe it just didn't seem that a woman like her could be agatha's wife.

she looks up now, smiling at maren. " why would i show any interest when i have you right here beside me? " agatha asks, reaching for her beloveds' hand and slipping her own into it, gently tugging her down into a kiss. " you know i have eyes only for you, my love. "

at the familiar voice, agatha's gaze and head lifts and she straightens up, expression immediately brightening upon seeing it's her dear friend. " oh, toushiro! it's so good to see you! " the brilliance of the smile she wears now could easily outshine the sun, feeling elated to see him. she'd give him a big hug if he allowed such a thing, but agatha remains by the window of the shop. " yeah. " she nods, her gaze drifting back to the boots she'd been staring at for some time now. she could just call her wife and ask her to come down here and pay for the shoes, but... well, she's probably home grading papers. agatha would hate to disturb her work. " it isn't totally unreasonable! i mean, they're a good pair of shoes from a good brand! nice and sturdy and comfortable. the price is worth it. "

" Oi. -- Something has clearly captured your interest there." he stifles a chuckle to not discomfit the unknowing woman. -- Agatha was the last person he'd foresee catching, her midsection semi-arched in front of a shop's window, her nose virtually abutting its stained outward glass, on the streets amid his midday promenade.He situates himself at her flank, akin to an apparition abiding the position of one's penumbra, extremities profoundly within pockets, and peers aloft her hunched shoulder, at the commodity that had held the fullness of her engagement." Boots, huh? "he says, re-straightening.

      " ---- Their listed price is, quite frankly, unthinkably high and unreasonable."

@rigelig / starter call.

she taps her finger against her chin, humming as she thinks to herself. there was something she overheard a couple talking about in the shop earlier, but now she can't remember what it is! finally agatha groans, rubbing her temples. she heard it not that long ago, how could she forget it already? man, she should've written it down, then she wouldn't have forgotten. then again, she probably would've lost the note. like an idiot. agatha laments her forgetfulness with a sigh, drumming her fingers against the kitchen counter as she leans against it. agatha stops, straightens up. wait— she remembers! she leaves the kitchen and hurriedly makes her way to the living room, features alight with excitement. she tugs maren's arm. " maren! do you think we could go to the planetarium? please, pretty please? "

" yeah, there is that... " she hums, tapping a finger against her chin. " i suppose we could just make them! finding the ingredients will probably be easier, and a recipe, too! " agatha smiles, her excitement renewed. " maybe what we make will be even better than what you find in the cafes and such. "

" we can certainly make some pumpkin spice lattes, dove, but the most popular flavors here tend to be lamb and berries. not sure how easily we will find pumpkin spice lattes. "

" i'm not sure... hold on, let me look up a recipe. " agatha takes out her phone and searches for recipes. she hums softly as she does so. " okay, no, it'd just be better to get these ingredients from the store. we already have some of these, but the others, like the pumpkin puree and the espresso, we don't have. " she tucks her phone back into her pocket, smiling up at maren. " at least it shouldn't take long to find them. we can also get anything else already on our grocery list, too! "

maren's lips pulled into a slight smile as she listened to her wife, the former assassin brushing her fingers through agatha's hair, " anything you make tastes wonderful, songbird. why don't we head out now before the stores close and find the ingredients? " she paused, her hand returning to her side, her head tilting slightly, " unless you have some in the garden? "