#hahn au

[iamknicole]

Hanna went down to her husband's mancave and plopped down next to him, humming softly.

@annoyedkayah2395

#hahn live #hahn au #not au but au i guess #we minding ours #you mind yours bih

[comradekatara]

i feel like in every “yue lives” au i’ve seen, the presupposition is that if yue had remained human, she would’ve joined the gaang and/or become chief of the nwt, or otherwise found agency through means beyond spiritual transcendence. and i just don’t think that’s true, or frankly, very interesting. yue becoming the moon spirit is both tragic because she is sacrificing her life for the sake of the world, but also celebratory because it implies a reclamation of agency (as illustrated by her choice to kiss sokka) as a spirit who possesses capabilities beyond the very narrow & stifling limitations imposed on her as a princess. supposing that arnook was a slightly better tactician (realized that letting sokka, the only warrior who actually has an any intel on & experience with the leaders of the siege, lead the mission to assassinate zhao, while prioritizing hahn’s safety as future chief, was a better call than sacrificing hahn and limiting sokka; using waterbenders to create icebergs to sink the fleet before they arrived at the wall; etc.), meaning zhao did not actually kill hahn/tui, leads to a scenario wherein yue marries hahn and hahn eventually becomes chief. imo that possibility would lead to a far more complex, compelling exploration of yue and her relationships than a revisionist whitewashing of the darker implications of yue’s character, wherein she is magically granted agency & power because we want good things for our perfect babygirl. or maybe i just love darkness, suffering, & tragedy… who can say

#thinking about the sokkayue adultery au that lives in my head #(to be clear he is not cheating on suki they are in an open relationship. but yue IS cheating on hahn) #the dark fucked up companion to ‘sokka and yue reunite in the spirit world’ #if i wrote that it would be nonlinear and so epic. you just have to take my word for it though #yue #sokkaxyue #hahn #arnook #sokka #AUs #hot takes

[zafirosreverie]

Smells like danger (Teacher!Olivia x Student!F!Reader)

You slung the bag over your shoulder as you plodded on down the cold hallway that seemed to grow longer and darker with each step. You hated being there, not the hallway, but the school itself. You hadn't wanted to move from the small town you grew up in, but that damn scholarship had turned your whole world upside down.

You were supposed to be grateful for the opportunity, and you were! But having to leave everything you knew behind, the safety of your small group of friends, your family, everything that kept you going, was too overwhelming.

Add to that that no one at school seemed to really accept you and you were in for hell. You didn't really know what you'd done to everyone besides, well, exist, but your classmates seemed to run away from you like the plague (although if you were being honest, it wasn't like you were trying to get too close to them either).

The only ones who seemed to respect you a little were the professors, and that was only because of the scientific reports they had read when they accepted you into the university. Well, everyone except Octavius. It seemed that nothing you did could be moderately acceptable to the woman, her class was the only one you had failed and if you didn't improve soon, you would lose the scholarship. 

So you were going straight to the Kraken's lair, hoping you could do something about your grades, maybe some extra work or something, even though you knew the woman wasn't known for giving second chances and you doubted she'd make an exception for you.

"Well, here goes nothing" you thought

You timidly knocked on the door and inwardly cursed at the way your knees were shaking and the suffocating feeling you had, you could almost tell you wanted to cry but you forced yourself to keep a neutral face as the woman called you from inside.

"Good afternoon, Doctor Octavius" you said as soon as you entered

The office somehow seemed creepier and colder than the hallway and your insides churned with the desire to run out of there. You were aware that your voice was barely a whisper, but you couldn't do anything about it, there was something about the woman that always made you nervous.

"Can I help you, Miss Y/L/N?"

"I-" you stammered "Mrs. Parker sent me"

Olivia raised an eyebrow. What was May up to now? It wasn't strange that the other woman sent students to her office, with a note asking her to be nicer to them or to correct a note, but she had been clear that her criteria would be maintained, there were no places for second chances. She didn't understand why her colleague kept trying.

"I guess she gave you a note" she said, not looking impressed.

"Y-yes" you said, swallowing a bit as you took a piece of paper out of your pocket and handed it to her.

Liv couldn't help but notice how much your hand was shaking. Actually, everything in you seemed to want to run out of there, as if you were having difficulty breathing, and your eyes looked more and more glassy.

"Are you okay?" she asked without thinking

"Y-yes!" you lied "I-I'm fine"

She didn't seem to believe you, but at least she had the decency not to press the matter. She simply pointed you to the chair across from her desk before reading the note. You tried not to make too much noise as you moved it to sit down, wishing you would just disappear.

Liv, I know you hate it when I ask you to be more permissive with the students, but this is a special case. Y/L/N is here for a scholarship, which, I must remind you, is more oriented to your subject than any other, and yet your class is the only one she has failed. This leads me to think that either you have something against her personally (which I really hope isn't the case), or something is going on with her. I am not asking you to modify the note, just to help her find out what is happening because otherwise, she will lose her scholarship.

-May

Liv resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Of course, May would find even the slightest reason to accuse her of something, but this was too much. What could she have against you specifically? You were one more student that failed in her class, nothing new with that.

It wasn't the first time she'd run into teary-eyed people trying to appeal to her softer side, and that never worked. Although for some reason, she really doubted that you were trying to pull that trick on her, there was something in your eyes, in the way you kept shaking, that told her that instead, you seemed to want to keep the tears from coming.

That was new.

"It seems that my colleague is worried about your performance in my class, Miss Y/L/N" she said after a few seconds of observing you "is it true that it is the only subject in which you have had a low grade?"

"Y-yes ma'am" you answered, without lifting your eyes from the ground

God, you sounded so fragile. Like a child listening to her parents say that her effort was not enough. And for some reason, that felt like an inexcusable thing to her. She didn't know what was going on with her, but from one moment to the next, she felt the need to comfort you, and help you as much as possible. Weird.

"And do you have any idea why?" she asked, staring at you

You just shook your head. Again, you were lying...sort of. You had a pretty seared memory in your mind of your first class with her. The Dr. had asked you something and you had been too intimidated by her gaze that you hadn't even heard the question properly.

You managed to get it right once she repeated it, but since then you haven't been able to fully focus on her class. In your defense, she seemed to always be watching you, because every time you looked up, her eyes were on you, making you feel too small. But you couldn't tell her that, you couldn't just admit that you were afraid of her.

"Well, you'd better find out" she said "Miss Y/L/N, your scholarship is on the line here, and there's no reason you should be failing the class you came here for in the first place."

"I-I know" you whispered "I-I'm sorry ma'am, I...I-I'll try to improve, I promise"

She thought she was being firm, but not cruel. She wasn't talking to you any different than how she would talk to any other student, but the moment she looked into your eyes and could see the tears welling up in them, her stomach turned.

She had no idea why she was reacting to you like this, why the thought of making you cry hurt so much even though many students had tearfully walked out of her office before. What kind of power did you have over her? She didn't know it, but she was sure that there was something in you.

Liv sighed and stood up, walking around her desk so she could stand next to you. There really wasn't much of a height difference between you, not that she would have noticed it when she saw you in the halls, but right now you looked so small and broken, and for the first time in all her years as a teacher, she decided to help a student a little more. If only to make you feel better.

"Look, I've read your essays, the ones you submitted for the scholarship" she said "they're brilliant, and I can understand why you're here. You have a bright future, Y/N, and I don't know what's going on, but we have to fix this, I would hate to lose a student as bright as you."

Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't look up. You could feel your cheeks flush furiously and you were sure you looked ridiculous, but your mind was too busy to worry about it. Olivia Octavius just called you brilliant.

Coming from a renowned scientist like her, that was a huge compliment! One of the greatest privileges you would ever have. And for some reason, more than comforting you, it made the urge to cry even more unbearable. It's not that you weren't grateful, but knowing that she thought that way about you only made you feel more pressure, and you didn't know how much more you could take before you broke.

Liv seemed to realize this, or at least sense that you were too close to the edge, because she put a hand on your shoulder, caressing you gently in an attempt to comfort you a little, and her voice was softer when she spoke again.

"I'm serious, Y/N" she said "you have an extraordinary mind, don't lose this. This scholarship is a great opportunity for you"

"I don't even know if I care to keep it anymore" you muttered without thinking

The older woman was surprised and she felt you tense under her touch as you realized what you had said. You quickly tried to apologize for your rudeness or ungratefulness, but she wasn't paying attention to your rambles.

Her mind was racing, trying to understand how anyone could think such a thing of a great opportunity like the one you had, and more importantly, why did she care? Why did the idea of you leaving weigh so heavily on her?

"You want to leave?" she asked, stopping your tirade

You swallowed a bit and concentrated on your hands, not knowing how you could look at her after saying that. Surely she was already thinking that you were sabotaging your own school performance to get back home.

"Y/N, do you want to leave?" Liv asked again, a little firmer but not raising her voice.

"No" you said quickly "I just…I miss home…my friends…I miss not being alone" you confessed

You had no idea why you were telling that to the teacher that scared you the most, but a part of you felt better saying it out loud, to share with someone the burden you had been carrying for months, even if that someone was Dr. Octavius.

"You came to the city alone right?" she asked softly.

You just nodded, and even though you tried not to, you couldn't hold back your tears anymore. You felt pathetic for crying in front of her, but you couldn't help it. You felt so bad, so alone. Olivia didn't know what to do with you at that moment. Sure, she'd seen your tears and knew it was a matter of time before you finally broke down, but she hadn't expected you to do it in front of her, she thought maybe you'd wait until you were out of her office to break down.

What should she do now? She was never good at comforting anyone, especially a student, that was always May's job, but she couldn't just send you to her, she didn't want you to think she didn't care about you. But why did she do? This was all new to her, the idea of wanting to protect someone other than herself was strange and she had no idea how to proceed. She just knew that she didn't want to see you like that.

Acting on instinct (one that was rusty to her, if she was being honest), she squatted down next to you, wrapping one arm around you in an awkward but well-intentioned half-hug. She didn't want to think about the way her pulse quickened a little when you pressed lightly against her.

Silently, she took a handkerchief from the pocket of her robe and offered it to you without saying anything, watching you fight to stop what would surely be intense crying if you weren't with her. Her hand acted on its own and she began to play with your hair, thankful that the gesture seemed to calm you down a bit.

"I'll tell you what" she said after a moment "I'll help you"

You sniffed a bit and looked at her out of the corner of your eye. The older woman internally cursed you for looking so adorable, and she had to get up to put distance between you because she didn't want to get lost in your intoxicating scent, then she berated herself for thinking like that of a student. She could already feel that this was a bad idea, but she couldn't back down.

"Come to my office every day after class" she continued "we'll go over everything and make sure you don't lose that scholarship. I know it can be hard being alone in a new city, Miss Y/L/N, but we can't pass up the opportunities that are presented to us just because we are afraid, can we?"

You thought about it for a moment and finally felt brave enough to look at her. Her face was the same as always, serious and expressionless, but her green eyes seemed warmer. For some reason, that did make you feel better. You didn't know how well you could do, but it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"I-I would really appreciate it, Dr. Octavius" you said quietly "...thank you"

The woman simply nodded and returned to her chair, taking May's note and shoving it carelessly into a drawer. She was struggling to appear professional and not let you see how much she wanted to hold you close to her again. You seemed to take that as your cue to leave and got up awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

"Rest for the weekend, Miss Y/L/N" she said, not really wanting you to leave "we start Monday"

You nodded and wiped away the few tears that were still falling down your cheeks before walking towards the door.

"Thank you Dr. Octavius" you said again "see you later"

Liv looked at you as you opened the door and she was glad to be sitting down because her knees went weak at the small, coy smile you gave her and she felt her cheeks warm. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

#reader insert #x reader #olivia octavius #olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius preference #olivia octavius imagine #doc ock x reader #doc ock imagine #doc ock preferences #doctor octopus #doctor octopus x reader #doctor octavius #into the spider verse #itsv #smitsv #teacher x student #teacher au #gay for kathryn hahn #givelivagirlfriendchallenge

[mister-eames]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THe love of all that is good please write the how to lose a guy au !!! i will love you with all my heart if you do!!!!

The railing digs into Arthurs' forearms where he rests them on the fire escape, gazing down at Eames as he approaches the waiting taxi.

"Goodnight, Eames," he calls out, stopping the man in his tracks. He whirls around on the spot and waves goodbye to Arthur, a sunny smile on his face.

Hook, line, and sinker.

"You are already falling in love with me," Arthur mutters under his breath, mentally patting himself on the back for a successful first date.

He almost feels bad for Eames. Almost. Sure, he's wooing him under false pretences, but Arthur is genuinely attracted to the guy, he's hardly deceiving him in that regard. And hey, maybe there might be something, after the next week and a half, something to pursue.

Perhaps this won't be such a hardship, after all.

--

Eames drops his hand from its wave, lowering it to his lips.

"I'm going to make you wish you were dead," Eames whispers behind his fingers, blowing a kiss to the man, rewarded with a smile that brings out the dimples in his cheeks.

And he is in.

A shame, they had some real chemistry there. "Poor guy." If only he knew what he had coming to him.

Pity or not, this is going to be Eames best work yet. Nice guys are a dime-a-dozen in NYC. Getting his dream promotion is much rarer and far more valuable. He'll show them.

He enters the taxi, shelving any lingering feelings of regret as he lists off his address. This might even be fun.

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OKAY YOU'VE CONVINCED ME

#i have been cackling at the idea of yusuf filling in kathryn hahns character #arthur x eames #HTLAGI10D au #inception

[hahnsplatinum]

Although (imo) botw and totk are two of the best zelda games from a game play perspective alone, they are also probably the most heartbreaking story-wise. This isn’t a “new” Link learning how to fight and navigate the world as the princess’s knight. By the time players meet him, this Link has already done all that technically—but in the same vein he also hasnt. We as the player are learning how to do things because Game Mechanics, but Link is forced to relearn and he knows this. In botw it’s through slowly getting back his memories and hearing the tales of what he once was from others, and in totk he knows from the start what he should be able to do but has lost it all again.

By the end of totk, this single iteration of Link and Zelda will have fought Ganon 3 times. The reoccurring theme in these games of “personhood vs purpose” hits so hard and makes sense. For the first time in a long time we see an iteration of Link and Zelda that not only fully know what theyre destined to do but fears it. And they have to keep walking toward that destined end anyways. We see in botw memories of Zelda more or less resenting her forced role as the goddess’s conduit and the implied idea that Link might feel the same about his role as her knight. And in totk, everything feels like it has an underlying tone of muted loss to some extent. A kingdom just starting to rebuilt itself sent back into turmoil, a people just relearning what normal life could be losing their peace, a princess and her knight losing their promised “after”.

After Ganon, there is suppose to be peace. After today, there is tomorrow. After life, there is death.

But there isnt, and there never will be. They have always existed, they will always exist, they have never existed. Wake up, Link. There’s more work to do.

#totk #totk spoilers #?? not really tho. #pls dont spoil me either im still playing through it 🙏 #botw #loz #legend of zelda #link #zelda #ganon #loz totk #loz botw #hahns speaks #hey do yall wanna hear about my post botw/totk au #something something au where old zelda tried to break their reincarnated cycles by trying to raise a peaceful ganon when he’s reborn #old cycle zelda and link who defeated past ganon having to reconcile ideas of evil via this child who is chained by destiny just like they r #something something it ends up being their love for him that makes him ‘evil’ in the end bc he resents the ‘inevitable’ role he has to play #‘oh i have to be evil? Then i’ll show you evil’ proceeds to try and kill hylia herself or something

[thymbyll]

#michelle gomez #kathryn hahn #crackship #wishful shipping #femslash #sapphic #crossover au

[a-todd-illustration]

Hahn (16) is quite a bit jealous that the princess is spoken for when it should have been HIM becoming the next chief. He and his group trick Zuko (14) into climbing the cliffs.

Zuko falls all the way in and has to melt his way out. But it's OK because he found a gem that perfectly matches Yue's eyes! A couple years later, this will be the gem he uses to make her betrothal necklace.

#myart #fanart #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #zuko #yue #zue #zuko x yue #hahn #jealous #cuties #water tribe zuko #avatar au

[zukkaart]

In honor of ya girl posting two chapters in one night after ghosting since new years- here’s my favorite quotes from the last 3 chapters (spoiler free!!!)

Chapter 8: ”What are we even supposed to do here for four hours?” Hahn seethed. Sokka was debating putting him back on the train, but then he spotted a booth being set up and grinned mischievously.

”Now- my unlikely friend- we drink!”

Chapter 9: "Don't you dare touch me. Don't you ever! I'm not some fucking groupie Zuko! I wanted to be your friend!" He was yelling again, but didn't care.

Chapter 10: "That isn't true. We're heirs, whether we like it or not, our people have been looking up to us since the day we were born. Our people are reflection of us, and Zuko?"

"Yes?"

"Yours is a beautiful reflection."

Full fic here

#avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko #zukka nation #zuko x sokka #zukka #zukka au #adult zukka #try hard zukka #Hahn #prince Zuko #fire lord zuko #prince Sokka #Zukka fic #Zukka fic rec #Zukka fluff

[iamknicole]

@annoyedkayah2395

#hahn #hahn au #not quite au but au i guess #Josh & Treasure #Treasure Malone

[comradekatara]

So… in the modern AU, does Hahn exist? Does he have a role? Is he some random jerk at their school who wanted Yue? Mushy’s gotta know.

when it comes to modern aus, the trick is merging contemporary tropes with the implications of the source material. for instance, in a modern high school setting, hahn is of course the arrogant meathead jock (quarterback of the football team or whatever) who feels entitled to any girl he wants. yue is the most beautiful girl in his class, and he wants her. he thinks that she's much to good for sokka, and makes that opinion known. this is pretty obvious stuff. but then theres the fact that hahn is in an arranged marriage with yue. i imagine arnook to be some kind of titan of industry (chief of the northern water tribe versus chief executive officer) who is in a business alliance (i know that's probably not the correct term) with hahn's father, and ever since they were children, there's been this tacit agreement that once they reached a certain age, they would marry. because hahn marrying yue isn't just an arranged marriage, but a political marriage. so in modern au, hahn wouldn't just feel entitled to yue out of arrogance, but genuinely feels as if they are fated to marry, and resents sokka for swooping in and stealing something from him that is rightfully his. now, arnook likes sokka a lot, but he also likes his money, and knows that giving to yue to hahn is more lucrative and strategic. but because it's 21st century new jersey, he can't just sell his daughter off for power. he has to try to convince her to change her mind, even though any idiot can see that sokka is far better suited to her than hahn. so while yue doesn't actually have any legal obligation to marry hahn, she still has to suffer through many tedious, torturous dinners with hahn's family (although thankfully they have phones in this world, which means that yue can text sokka amusing little updates under the table), and with hahn's incessant flirtation, not to mention his snide, classist remarks to sokka during class (which he mostly ignores except for that one time he talked about yue like she was a piece of meat. katara filmed the whole fight it was the greatest day of her life btw). after yue dies, hahn starts a rumor that sokka killed her, but it sort of has the opposite effect as intended, since hahn is saying that and hahn is always wrong (e.g., he thought the capital of new jersey was new york), so it actually helps to alleviate some of sokka's guilt. not much, granted, but still. thanks hahn.

#sokka still does feel responsible for yue's death even though logically he knows that he wasn't #but every time hahn or one of hahn's stupid friends parrots that back to him he feels it a little less #mushy-giant-friends-for-life #asks #modern au #hahn #sokka #yue #sokkaxyue #arnook #i love thinking abt modern au genuinely thank u for these questions

[d4rkhold]

the quietest crescendo (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

OVERVIEW: Your current piano tutor moves away to take up a new job in a different country, and you are left with a new teacher - a strange and alluring creature who inevitably draws you into her orbit. For what you didn’t know, her world was painted in a purple that was harsh and almost monstrous.

WORD COUNT: 3.7k 

WARNINGS: None in this chapter.

A/N: Hello everyone! Here’s an Agatha-related AU that I have been thinking about in my head for a few months (only for me to give into the urge of throwing all my ideas onto an actual draft and turning it into an actual fic)... This will be several chapters - however, I only have Chapter 1 finished and Chapter 2 roughly planned out. Special thanks to my two lovely friends who beta-read this for me (they won’t see this, but I LOVE YOU GUYS). Anyways, I hope you all enjoy reading this fic! (Also if you want to be added to a taglist for future chapters, feel free to let me know & DMs are always open). You can also find me on AO3 (same user as this one). 

“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” - Edgar Allen Poe.

Your curiosity had betrayed you tonight as you looked at the empty doorway and stopped to hear for any signs of movement nearby. Fluorescent lights from buildings and traffic signals out on the streets were the only illumination source where beams of light seeped through the large window of the hallway outside the office. The carpet under your feet, which was usually soft, felt like eggshells as you were conscious with each step you took, slowly making your way around the large oak desk. You couldn't tell if the murmuring noises you initially heard before entering the room were getting quieter or if your thumping heart was trying to drown out the unnerving commotion.

Exquisite paintings decorated the walls amongst dark green paint, and an unlit fireplace was concave within the walls of one side of the room. You noted the items on the desk: a simple lamp, a brooch with a motif you were unfamiliar with, and sheets of music scattering the desk's surface with scribbles of blue ink on them. You clutched the score in your arms tighter as you suddenly realised the strange sounds were getting louder. 

They seemed to be coming from one of the draws, which led you to open the top ones, only to find more arbitrary personal items within them. But when your hand reached the bottom drawer, the sounds ceased for a second. You almost thought you had imagined the whole unusual situation until you pulled open the drawer to reveal a charcoal-stained book with peculiar shapes and symbols on its cover - and to your dismay, it was glowing slightly amber. A lump formed in your throat, and you poked up above the desk's height to observe any movement in the hallway again.

Right, you had to do something about your terrible nosiness later, as now you had the book in your hands, heavier than you anticipated it to be. You grazed a hand over the jagged cover, eyes wide in awe of its peculiarity, for you had never seen something so unusual before. As you began to open it up to the first page, the murmuring noises started up again, but this time they were more aggressive and high-pitched, causing you to drop it unexpectedly.

As if the book itself had snitched on you, a familiar figure suddenly stood in the doorway, her eyes cold and piercing. You felt your throat go dry and your heart threatening to claw its way out of your chest as if it also didn’t want to be there at that moment.

“Aren’t you a nosey one, darling?” A low voice muttered from the other side of the room and you swore you saw a purple glint in her eye. She stepped into the office, shutting the door with a click, and you felt the world around you diminish. There was also the sheet music for Brahm’s Intermezzo, left forgotten and wrinkled, on the carpet floor near your shoes. You could not think of a better alternative to dying at that very moment.

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The sound of laptop lids simultaneously shutting echoed throughout the lecture theatre. People around you shuffled in their seats, shoving laptops and books into bags, eager to head out and into the weekend. It wasn’t a surprise that the classroom today wasn’t packed as it usually was, considering that semester break was only a week away. “That’s it for today. Have a good weekend, and see you all next week.” Chattering filled the room that was jarringly silent about a few minutes ago. “Oh, and class - don’t forget your last quiz of the semester is due next week.” 

Physics was not your best subject, but it also wasn’t your worst. You enjoyed it a reasonable amount, but you were still trying to adjust to the amount of work that was expected of you. Yet, it was an interesting subject to learn about, as your class was currently learning about quantum physics which you really enjoyed. 

You were still typing away while almost a third of the theatre had already started to empty out. As you finished up typing a to-do list for the weekend, you felt the hard nudge of an elbow dig into your side. “Ouch! What was that for?!” You exclaimed. 

Darcy had an unamused look on her face. “Everyone is almost gone! Class is over; can’t you finish that later?” She crossed her arms. You sighed and rolled your eyes as you saved your notes and shut off your laptop. “You don’t have a single ounce of patience in you, do you?” You muttered, grabbing your things and shoving them in your bag.

“I really do not,” She grinned. “Anyways, it’s Friday, and Monica texted me earlier today asking if you want to grab a bite to eat and head back to her place. Kate’s coming as well,” You stood up and started to follow her out of the classroom. You and Darcy Lewis met during first-year physics and have become good friends ever since. She had told you that she was planning to go into astrophysics and thinking about doing a PhD afterwards. However yourself? Well, you weren’t too sure where you were heading but had some vague ideas about what you wanted to do.

You were just about to tell her you were keen to come along, but then you remembered the wrapped gift in your bag. Today was your last piano lesson with your teacher, Professor Woo (he always urged you to just call him Jimmy), and you wanted to give him a farewell gift. He was one of the state’s finest pianists and had stopped playing professionally a few years ago to become a piano teacher. Aside from his astounding skills, he was patient and got along with people of all ages. The reason for his resignation was that he was offered to mentor a group of young “prodigies” in New York, aiming to play professionally one day. Speaking of ‘playing professionally’, your mother had wanted you to become a professional pianist. You’ve been playing the piano since the age of ten - enrolled by your mother, who was a beautiful player herself and had played competitively during her youth. However, you always kept piano as a side hobby and nothing more, despite your mother’s frequent suggestions over the years that you had great potential and should pursue it further. 

You loved playing the piano. It was your catharsis through thick and thin; with each melody of every song you played, you could feel it unravel the tension of the day within your body. You weren’t the greatest player, but you were somewhat proficient and could keep up with a couple of relatively complex pieces after many hours of practice. 

“Crap… I have my last piano lesson with Jimmy today, and he’s moving away for good,” You sighed. “I won’t be able to make it tonight; I’m sorry.” 

“You’re so boring-” Darcy winced as you punched her shoulder playfully. “Ouch, I was just kidding!” You laughed at her reaction, and she stuck her tongue out at you. 

The two of you exited through the doors and saw Monica leaning against the wall. She was holding a stack of textbooks in her hands and perked up when she saw you and Darcy approaching. She seemed to struggle to balance the items in her arms as she tried to give the two of you a wave but struggled as she tried to prevent her books from falling onto the ground. “Hey, Monica… How’s it… Uhh… going?” Darcy’s eyes widened as she repeatedly looked at Monica and back down at the books in her hands as the two of you approached her. You held out your hands to Monica, who passed a couple of books and gave you a thankful look. 

“Oh Lord, thank you, Y/N,” She straightened her back. “Well… As you guys can see,” She cleared her throat. “It’s not looking too good for me… Professor Hayward said that our exam is in five weeks, so I decided to get some extra resources from the library because he teaches so badly. As well as that, my back has been killing me with all these books I have to carry around all day! I’m so over this week.” 

The three of you started to make your way outside. It was only the middle of Autumn, and you noticed that it became slightly colder every day. Star-shaped leaves of various shades of orange and brown scattered the ground like a mosaic of earthy hues while rows of trees stood unmovingly and bare in the still afternoon. “Oh yeah, Monica, Y/N said she’s not able to make it this evening because it’s her piano teacher’s last day. How lame of her, don’t you think?” You rolled your eyes upon seeing the smirk on Darcy’s face. “Darcy, don’t be a bully… It’s fine, Y/N, have a good lesson, okay?” Monica smiled.

“Alright, I’ll see you guys next week,” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as a cool breeze passed by. “Tell Kate I said ‘hi’.” Monica nodded and waved at you with her phone in hand. “We’ll text you! And of course.” Darcy was busy trampling the leaves on the side of the path, which produced a satisfying “crunch” every time she stood on one. As you turned to leave, you swore you heard a protest from Darcy as Monica urged her: “Hurry up, we still have to get food!” You chuckled to yourself as you started to make your way to your lesson. 

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It only took around eight minutes to get from your last lecture to the music building you were so familiar with, situated just on the outskirts of the city. The building itself was considered ‘old’ to many who set their eyes upon it. It must have attained its prehistoric label due to the fact that there was an old church not so far away from it and how every other surrounding building seemed to appear relatively more modern. You often thought that the music building would’ve been renovated or upgraded by now, but it hadn’t been, and you were somewhat relieved. You loved it the way it was; its ‘oldness’ stuck out to you with its corinthian-styled pillars at the entrance and the tall archways that decorated the exterior and interior. 

Every time you stepped into the building, there was a feeling of something similar to sanctity in the air as you stood in the foyer, where an old resplendent chandelier hung elegantly from the high ceiling above you and groups of people lingered and talked before and after music lessons. You made your way through a set of large wooden doors and then proceeded to make your way up a set of stairs. The building was around four stories tall - and it wasn’t just pianists who were getting lessons: there were violinists, trumpeters, drummers, and many more to name. 

When you reached the top of the stairs, you made your way down the hallway, heading for the room where Jimmy always tutored you. Entering the small room, you let out a gentle huff as you placed your bag down and sat on the piano stool. Just after a few minutes, there was a knock on the door, and you perked up when you saw a familiar face poke around the corner with a warm smile. “How’s it going?” 

You crossed your arms in mock anger. “Actually, I’m not doing very well because somebody is moving to a different country to lead a bunch of tiny future Frédéric Chopins.” Jimmy laughed at that as he closed the door behind him and sat on the chair next to you. 

“‘Future Frédéric Chopins’... That’s funny.” He put down his own bag on the floor. “Well, there goes that humour I’m going to miss. As well as that, you’ve been a fantastic player and a pleasure to teach as always.”

“Thank you, but please don’t make me cry - the lesson hasn’t even started yet.”

45 minutes had passed, and Jimmy was going over some parts of Beethoven's ‘Für Elise.’ It was such a gentle and graceful piece to play - certainly one of your favourites. However, more often than not, you did slip up on the second section of the music - the more virtuosic part, which was relatively more complicated to play at a satisfactory speed. “You don’t need to rush. Just slow it down. Remember, we need to slowly build up our tempo and rhythm before diving right into this section.” Jimmy gave you an assuring look, and you nodded in acknowledgement. 

“Alright, I think that’s all.” He smiled warmly. “Well done today. You’re doing well. Beethoven would be proud, in my opinion.” You let out a small laugh, then remembered the gift you had for him. You almost jumped out of your seat, ignoring his quizzical look and pulled out a wrapped-up box from your bag to present to him. 

“You are very generous, thank you.” Jimmy smiled as he took the box from your hands. He began to unwrap the gift to reveal a woolly dark green scarf. He gave you an appreciative smile, which made you start to feel tears well in your eyes because you had reminded yourself that this was the last time you would most likely see him. You gave him a hug. “Thank you. It’s fantastic. This will definitely go well with the snow in New York.”

After a brief moment of shedding tears - which were mostly yours - and saying your goodbyes (and to your surprise, he presented you with a small gift as well), you both fetched your things. “Oh, I just remembered. The tutor who will replace me is in the building today. Do you want to meet her now? She won’t bite, I assure you.” Rolling your eyes, you scoffed with amusement. “Sure, it won’t hurt, I guess.” He chuckled and made his way out the door to fetch your new teacher, leaving you alone in the room.

For a moment, you stood alone in the small familiar room with the brown piano that was perched against the wall, trying to listen intently to the noises coming from nearby rooms. You could almost faintly hear the sound of a violin through sound-proof walls and light laughter coming from the stairwell. The building today was quieter than unusual — probably due to the fact that it was a Friday afternoon and the start of the semester break was closing in very soon. You turned and headed to the window to gaze outside, observing how the sky was becoming quite gloomy, threatening to rain later on. There were cars whizzing on the streets below, as well as the flowing crowds of people on the pavement, all hurrying to get to their destinations.

It was interesting to think about who would become your new tutor. In all honesty, you were somewhat nervous about meeting the person who would now be teaching you how to play Beethoven and so on. What if you didn’t get along with your new tutor, or what if the two of you wouldn’t see eye-to-eye? Some musicians you were acquainted with mentioned that some instrumentalists were excellent at playing but weren’t as good at teaching. Taking in a breath, you assured yourself that it would be a fresh start nevertheless and wouldn’t be that big of a deal. 

You continued to stare out the window until the gentle clearing of the throat all but caused you to break away from your daydream. Turning around, you saw Jimmy enter the room, followed by a woman who suddenly made the breath in your throat hitch. So much for not being a big deal, you thought. 

Aphrodite had nothing on her, for the woman had wavy brown hair that fell past her shoulders and cerulean-blue eyes which were more captivating than any ocean you’ve ever seen, urging you to sink and dive into the depths of her oceanic irises.

Jimmy closed the door. “You’re lucky that I caught her; she was just on her way out.” 

Hands in pockets, she made her way over to you, pulled out a hand, and held it in your direction. “Hello darling, the name’s Agatha Harkness.” She spoke, her voice low and alluring. In all her beauty, you noticed she had a mysterious demeanour, an unusual coolness and a formidable aura that surrounded her. As well as that, ever since she entered the room just minutes ago, you could faintly smell traces of lavender essence in the air. She was the earth's electromagnetic field, and you were drawn to her orbit, her mere presence making you want to shy away but be close to her simultaneously. You told yourself that you were just lonely in terms of romantic interests. Nobody really has piqued your curiosity for a long time - or as Darcy had bluntly put it: “You hardly leave your apartment, of course, you’re not going to find anyone to swoon over.” In all honesty, she was somewhat correct - you didn’t really go out that much as you were busy fretting over your studies most of the time. However, that led to you having a lack of experience with proper relationships and an occasional melancholic prick to the heart.

You took her hand and shook it, thumbs and fingers brushing against hers while you met her gaze, a sudden heat creeping over your collarbones. “‘I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Professor Harkness.” 

A soft smirk formed on her lips. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine. Woo has been telling me how much of a lovely student you are. I’ll just have to wait and see how you play, though, my dear.” You felt your face grow warm, her sultry words and piercing gaze suddenly becoming too much. It took every inch of your body to resist averting your eyes to avoid coming off rude. How can one being subjected to Agatha’s sole attention threaten to ignite a smouldering fire within you? You thought to yourself.

“Harkness’ lessons with you will be at the same time and room on Fridays. There has been no change to the schedule, which makes it easy. She will be happy to discuss further matters with you later on.” Jimmy spoke and checked his watch, sighing. “Sorry to you both, but I have to get going. I have to get ready for a farewell gathering with some friends very soon.” You and Agatha bade your tutor a final goodbye and all the best for the future. Watching him walk through the bone-coloured hallways for the last time made you feel a wave of saturnine wash over you. But you smiled to yourself, knowing you’ll soon probably see his name in news articles and receive awards for leading an extraordinary ensemble in New York.

There wasn’t much to talk about between you and your soon-to-be tutor, which led to the two of you standing outside the music building after a short while Jimmy had left. Agatha’s effect on you was strange, for you were afraid to speak - intricately curating each response in your mind, and each time you spoke, your awkwardness was apparent to the woman. However, Agatha pretended to pay no mind to your sheepish behaviour, filing that slice of information away for later.

You sensed that it was time to part ways as the two of you stood outside on the pavement, the end of Autumn being evident as the evening was much colder today and the sun was starting to drift out of view, ready to trade places with the night very soon. Looking down, you watched as Agatha pulled out a pair of black leather gloves from her pocket and started to put them on, and only then did you notice her slender, pale fingers. The older woman in front of you cleared her throat, and your eyes shot up to her face, which she had an indecipherable look. Her mouth formed into a small curve. “I’ll see you next week, Y/N. It was a delight to meet you, dear.” Hearing your name fall from the tip of her tongue made your stomach coil and your throat dry up. It was as if you were an ocean, and she was drinking every single drop of water, savouring it slowly while you were suspended in time and immobile in your own body — sip by sip, you watched her take everything from you. 

Before you could reply, she had already turned around and started to make her way in the opposite direction, and you stood there on the pavement, watching the woman walk away from you. It could’ve almost been an ending scene of a film — her brown hair dancing gently in cooperation with the slight breeze and the people - who looked so ordinary compared to her - walked past her. She was like a goddess among mortals, and you wished for nothing but to be graced by her presence endlessly. 

Nearby, the church bells rang out - the long, deep sound you heard so frequently - but today, it sent an eerie shiver down your spine and reverberated in your chest. You then turned and made your way to a set of stairs close by, which led to the underground train, attempting to brush off the unusual feelings at the same time. 

The London Underground was teeming with people who, most of them, had finished work. Around you, you could hear the sounds of shoes hitting the concrete and light chatter amongst people who were also waiting for their ride home. Once you got on the train and sat down, you contemplated the weekend, silently cursing as you remembered you had to wake up early for work tomorrow morning at the bookstore. How annoying - you were looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow after a long week of staying up to study and waking up early for lectures. 

It was only for a small portion of the journey home that you were thinking about the coming events of the weekend until your thoughts had slowly drifted to your encounter today with the woman who was Agatha Harkness, for she had bewitched you in an unfamiliar and tantalising way. 

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x you #wandavision #agatha harkness imagine #agatha wandavision #marvel au #agatha x reader #agatha all along #kathryn hahn #house of harkness #marvel #agatha harkness smut

[hahnsplatinum]

I think swap au Kim’s version of the sideburns would be a greasy ponytail

#disco elsyium #kim kitsuragi #disco elysium swap au #is there an official tag for that yet? #hahns draws

[cissa-calls]

“Fancy seeing you here hot stuff. As much as I would love to stay and chat, time to blow this joint. It’s not your time yet darling…”

AU!Alternate ending to MoM, Agatha saves Wanda by dream walking or escaping Westview. Its finally finished!! This one was a doozy, may revise the background later…but for now, stopping here. Tap for better quality!

#wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #house of harkness counter #hahndavision #digital art #marvel #doctor strange multiverse of madness #doctor strange spoilers #multiverse of madness spoilers #multiverse of madness #marvel au #art #digital fanart #fanart #kathryn hahn #elizabeth olsen #doctor strange #wagatha #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #wanda maximoff x reader #agatha harkness x reader

[juniperhillpatient]

I truly hope no one is mad if we go back to monster of the week episodes for like… a while

#I haven’t forgotten hahn chan & ruon jian lol #I mean I think it makes sense because zhao doesn’t have any idea where the key is so he’s gotta search. for like. a long time #he has super strength but not super brain power #there are like. a loottt of monster of the week things I still wanna do 😂 #buffy au

[zukkaart]

SURPRISE

I posted Chapter 11 of Try Hard early because I love to spoil you guys.

*jealous and protective Zuko has entered the chat*

Also we learn some more Zuko lore. And for those of you wondering wtf is going on with Azula and the Northern Water Tribe - trust you will find out. I’ve already decided I’m going to name the chapter “Azula, Interrupted” (get it?)

Anyway please enjoy

#avatar the last airbender #atla #sokka #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko #zukka nation #zuko x sokka #zukka #zukka au #adult zukka #Zukka fic #Zukka fic rec #try hard zukka #prince Zuko #fire lord zuko #princess Azula #Mai #Ty Lee #jet atla #Hahn #Katara #aang #yue #yuezula #yue x azula #azula x yue #mailee