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Assistant: Title: Lights, Camera, Magic
        Author: lunargrrrl lunargrrrl 
        Chapter: 1/49 
        Summary: Agatha Harkness sits in the director’s chair of some of your favourite movies. Your world suddenly turns upside down when you’re invited to audition for her latest screenplay, “Witching Hour.”And yes, yes I did get the entire idea for this fic from that one WandaVision GIF where Agatha turns around and is in the director’s chair all along.
        Contents: Chapter 1: The Audition
    

    


      
        
          Hi, pets. 💜Firstly, welcome to the wild ride that is this fic of mine.It’s a long one, but I promise it’ll be worth it. Please check tags for warnings so you know what you’re in for. To avoid the list of tags from getting out of hand, please note that some chapters have their own warnings in the author notes.Secondly, I adore a playlist, and so I’ve curated one with a song dedicated to each chapter. I hope you enjoy it.Finally, if you're new to x reader fics, I (and many readers) have fancast Margaret Qualley as reader for those of you who might prefer to envision someone else as opposed to yourself.May I suggest these edits for a little inspiration:Important director!Agatha x reader viewing material by @hahnswiife.More important director!Agatha x reader viewing material by @motherstrap.Now, sit back, and enjoy the show. Because it’s time for your audition, superstar.✨🎥🪄
            
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 Lights, Camera, Magic
    
You never imagined that you’d end up in Hollywood.When you were younger, you were always more into books than looks.More into the stars in the sky than the stars on TV.But now, you find yourself pacing around the wooden floor of your bedroom, practicing lines. You’d been waiting for this moment for weeks. When your agent called you to tell you you’d been shortlisted to audition for the next Agatha Harkness movie, you couldn’t quite believe it. Your favourite director, and what could potentially be your “big break”.You’d been scouted one Tuesday morning while grabbing coffees for your office at your dead-end job, the office of which just happened to be near Sunset Boulevard. You were working your first proper job out of college; you hated your boss, and you counted down the days until the weekend.You thought that the guy in the coffee shop had been joking when he asked you to come along for headshots and see if you could act, then handed you his business card. Thought that maybe it was the fading British accent that he’d picked up on when you were ordering coffees. Since moving to the US, if there was one thing you’d found, it was that people just loved to hear you speak. You’d also been told often that you looked like a “classic English rose”, whatever the hell that meant.Either way, you couldn’t quite believe it when you landed an agent and were suddenly lined up to audition for a supporting role in the next movie that Agatha Harkness directed. It all happened so fast.You’d spent the past couple of weeks rewatching the director’s catalogue of movies: Coven of Curses, and its sequel Cauldron of Chaos being fond favourites of yours. They were often dark, thrilling, romantic, and more often than not, witchy.Ironically, that’s also how your friends described you. Witchy. Maybe it was your dark hair and striking green eyes, or perhaps it was that somehow luck always seemed to magically turn in your favour.Spent your time as a kid wishing you could move to the States? No problem, your dad just happened to land a job in California when you were younger.Hating your first proper job out of college? Don’t sweat it, you’re suddenly scouted by one of the best agencies in Hollywood and are now auditioning for the next Agatha Harkness movie.Manifesting had always worked in your favour, and you’re hoping that this audition brings more of the same.You gulp as you take a last sip of your iced coffee, you pick up your phone ready to call an Uber. Because, right now? It’s showtime.The drive to the studios is a blur. The traffic out of Santa Monica isn’t too bad, however you suddenly hit bad traffic heading into downtown LA. And, as if by sheer luck, space opens up in the next lane just before a bottleneck forms. The Uber driver glances at you in the rearview mirror.“Looks like you’ve got some good timing,” he says. You notice him quirk an eyebrow at you.You force a smile, but your mind is elsewhere. Your hands are clammy and your heart thuds in your chest. You’d been to a few auditions before; small ones, commercial work, and even landed roles in some shorts as well as an indie movie you’d filmed earlier in the year. But this? This was different. This feels different.You’re about to audition for Agatha Harkness. The Agatha Harkness: the woman whose films have made waves not just in the industry, but in your life. There was something about the way she captured the delicate line between darkness and beauty; how her characters walked through worlds of magic and mayhem yet stayed so human.And now? You might just get to be part of it.The Uber pulls up to the gates of the studio. And as you step out of the car, you try to shake the jitters that have been slowly creeping up on you.You take a deep breath.F@ck it, you think, what have you got to lose?The receptionist at the front desk hands you a visitor’s pass, and you make your way through the labyrinthine halls of the studio. You look at the movie posters lining the walls: some of Agatha’s work, others from blockbuster hits you’d grown up watching. Everything feels bigger, louder, more alive than you imagined.You stop in front of the casting office where a line of other hopefuls waits in nervous silence. You join the queue. You clutch at your script, trying to stay calm. Every person that walks out of the audition room looks either relieved or shattered.Finally, your name is called. The door opens, and you’re ushered inside. And the room is surprisingly minimalist. A large table stretches across the centre, with three people sitting behind it. But it’s the woman in the middle who commands your attention. Agatha Harkness herself.Her presence is even more striking than you imagined. Dressed in a deep purple sweater, her dark brown hair cascades over her shoulders, and her sharp blue eyes are fixed on you. At her collar sits the iconic cameo brooch she’s renowned for wearing. She sits with confidence; one arm draped over the back of her chair, the other resting on the table, holding a pen. She gives a slight nod, acknowledging you, and your breath catches in your throat.You suddenly panic internally, because how are you even here in the first place? It’s so bizarre, so surreal.But her voice snaps you out of it. That raspy warmth that’s so uniquely her.“Whenever you’re ready, hon,” she says in that assured, undeniably sexy voice you’ve heard a hundred times in interviews and director’s commentaries.You steady yourself and try to stand as tall as you can, refusing to let the casual term of endearment throw you off.And then you begin your lines.The scene is tense. It’s a moment of confrontation between two witches: one whose power is on the rise, the other on the brink of losing everything. You channel every ounce of focus you have. Let the words flow through you. You try to draw on the same energy that had always made your friends jokingly call you "witchy."As you finish, the room falls silent. Agatha’s eyes never leave yours, blues locking into greens, and you have no idea what she’s thinking. She leans forward slightly, fingers steepled, and it feels like you can feel your pulse in your throat.Finally, after what feels like an age, she speaks.“That was... intriguing,” she says, almost whimsically. “Tell me something, doll. What draws you to this character?”You swallow hard. This was the moment that could make or break everything. But instead of the anxiety you were expecting, something else rises in you. A small surge of confidence.“She’s more than just timid,” you begin, and your voice sounds much steadier than you feel. “She is fiercely intelligent, but she’s also deeply afraid of what she desires. She craves knowledge and power... but she hides that ambition beneath her shy exterior. There’s this constant struggle within her. A fear of losing herself to the darkness she senses growing inside her. I think we’ve all felt that at some point... fear of losing ourselves to something bigger... to something we can’t understand.”Agatha studies you for a moment longer, and then, to your surprise, she smiles. A small, secretive smile, but it feels like a victory.“Interesting perspective,” she says softly. “You can wait outside.”You nod and turn to leave. Your legs feel weak as you step out of the room as ordered. The door clicks shut behind you, and the reality of what just happened hits you like a wave. You did it. You stood in front of Agatha Harkness, delivered your lines, and survived. Somehow. Just.As you sit in the waiting area, time stretches on. And the nerves return. A few more people are called in, but none of them seem to come out with the same look you did. Finally, after what feels like hours, the casting assistant reappears.“We’ll be in touch,” she says, handing you a folded piece of paper. “Agatha wanted you to have this.”Your heart leaps as you unfold the note. In pointed, striking handwriting:
  
    I see a spark in you. Let’s nurture it.
  
Beneath it is a signature: 
  
    A. Harkness
  
You stare at the note, your hands shaking slightly. Did she mean what you think she meant? And even then, what was it that you think that she meant? Or was this just a cryptic way of keeping you on your toes?Either way, one thing was certain: you were now on Agatha’s radar.And in Hollywood, that was more powerful than any spell.You walk out of the studio with the note still clutched in your hand. And your mind spins with what just happened. You’re not even sure how your legs are managing to carry you across the parking lot as your body runs on some kind of post-adrenaline autopilot. The cool LA air hits your face, bringing you back to the present just enough to keep you moving.“I see a spark in you. Let’s nurture it.”Agatha Harkness herself saw something in you.You read the words over and over again.You do your best try to grasp their meaning. But the more you think about them, the more elusive they become. Your eyes examine the cross of every “t”. The bold signature. The harsh lines of each letter. You can’t help but feel starstruck each time as your index finger traces over the black ink.
  
    A. Harkness
  
You reach your Uber and slide into the backseat, still holding the note tightly between your fingers. This driver doesn’t say much this time, probably picking up on your dazed expression. The car pulls away from the studio, but your thoughts remain trapped in that audition room with Agatha.As the cityscape of LA blurs past the window, you can’t stop wondering: what happens next?Will they call? And when? And most importantly, did you really impress her, or was she simply intrigued by you?The rest of the night passes in a blur. You try to distract yourself with mindless scrolling on your phone and the muted sound of the TV in the background, but your thoughts keep circling back to the audition.Your roommate comes and goes, her laughter and chatter drifting through the apartment as she talks on her phone to whichever guy has caught her attention this week. Her voice fades into the haze surrounding you. In a city where rent prices soar to astronomical heights, sharing a space is a necessity for most twenty-somethings, even if it means listening to the ups and downs of someone else’s romantic escapades.As you lie there, your mind wanders to Agatha Harkness. You can’t help but wonder where she calls home; surely somewhere extraordinary. Perhaps, a stunning hillside home in Beverly Hills, vines climbing the walls, offering a glimpse of the sprawling city below.You wonder what her taste would be like. Perhaps, it would mirror the dark, mysterious themes of her films, or maybe it leans more towards minimalist elegance.At some point, you fall asleep. But Agatha’s words echo through your dreams like a weird whispered spell. You can almost feel her blue eyes on you just like they were during the audition. Carrying a weight that lingers even in your dreams.The next morning, you’re woken by the buzz of your phone. Your heart leaps into your throat as you see the name (or lack thereof) flashing across the screen: No Caller ID.With a deep breath, you swipe to answer.“Hello?”“Is this—” a voice asks, but you cut them off in your excitement.“Yes, yes this is she!”There’s a pause, then a soft laugh on the other end. “Good morning to you too, hon.”It’s her. Agatha Harkness. Her voice is unmistakable. Raspy and warm. Smooth and commanding. It drips with a confidence you can almost feel through the phone.Your breath catches. “Agatha… I—good morning.”“I don’t normally make these calls myself,” she begins, and her tone is matter-of-fact. “But I wanted to tell you personally, you’ve made an impression.”Your chest tightens. “I... I don’t know what to say.”You hold your breath, stomach flipping.“I’ve decided,” she continues, and her voice is measured. Teasing even, “that I want you for the part.”For a moment, the world seems to tilt, and all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears. “You... you do?”“Mhmm. I see something in you, hon. Something raw, untapped. I think you’re going to bring something special to this role.”You have to steady yourself against your bedside table, biting your lip to keep from grinning like an idiot.“I don’t know what to say. Thank you. Really.”“You’ll know what to say when you’re on set.” There’s a pause, and you can almost feel the weight of her eyes on you, even through the phone. “But just a heads up, I’m not easy to impress twice. You’ll need to bring your A-game.”Her words send a thrill through you, the challenge sparks something in your chest.“I will. I promise.”“Good girl,” she replies, her tone softening just a touch, almost cooing. You feel your stomach flip at the sound of her praise, heat rushing up your neck. “Welcome to the team, superstar.” 
  
    
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
          Woah boy, it has been a LONG time since I wrote a fic. I went back-and-forth for the POV on this, settling on second person fem!reader, however I was close to making the protagonist of this fic Rio instead.Thoughts? Comments?! Perhaps this idea is too niche.Can you tell that I've also recently rewatched Mulholland Drive? Highly recommend watching that if you fancy getting more of a feel for this fic. ANYWAY, I felt inspired to write for the first time in so long, I just had to get this down. If anyone does read/like this, I love experimenting with my fics, so any feedback is appreciated!Chapter 2 is almost finished, coming later today...'
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