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hey! Could I make a request of more agathario as users mothers? Reader goes with Agatha on the witches road and they reunite with mami Rio? And reader is young? Thanks!🤍

hola mi vida (agatha harkness, rio vidal)

summary: when mama takes you with her on the witch’s road, what can she do when you meet your mami again, after all the years of her vanishing?

fic type: fluff

pairings: agatha harkness x child!reader, rio vidal x child!reader

word count: 2.3k

It was just a normal afternoon—the air was calm, quiet, cool with the shy onset of autumn. The park was not deserted, as you sat on the swings, using a stick to trace patterns on the ground. Or rather, Wiccan symbols that the town children always saw you making (and made a point to stay away from you about).

It was only when you skipped home, sage and stick in hand, that you saw the door blown down, a random boy in the hallway all tied up, and your mother going off her rocker.

“Mama?” You questioned, confused.

“No time to talk, hon, grab that bag and let’s get in the car,” she said, pointing at your school bag on a chair.

“But mama we don’t—“ you began, confused, but she simply grabbed your bag, picked you up and whisked you away into the car. Or rather, Teen’s car.

“You trust me?” She asked, buckling you in.

You nodded, fidgeting with your stick. “Mhm,” you hummed.

She smiled and winked, linking her pinky with yours, kissing it gently. “Mama always protects you, okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled.

“So…she’s yours?” Teen asked, pointing at you in the backseat where you sat, playing with some sort of wooden puzzle from your bag.

“No,” Agatha said, sarcastically. “I picked up a random six year old in the park cause I’m a pedophile,”

At his gobsmacked expression, she frowned, irritated, “Of course she’s mine, pet, look! Don’t you see the resemblance?”

You look at Teen through the rearview mirror and smiled angelically. Apart from maybe your facial structure you took after Rio more than her.

“Doesn’t matter, just drive,” she sighed, irritated.

The first stop was Lilia’s house, which seemed like a nice place. Except the energy felt a little too buzzed for your liking.

“Alright hon, you don’t talk unless I tell you to, okay?” Agatha said, kneeling at your level, a smile on her face. “And if Mama makes a silly voice, you don’t question it,”

You nodded, smiling at her. “Okay, mama!”

“That’s my girl,” she said, pinching your cheek gently, standing up and putting her hair in a bun before wrapping a shawl around her shoulders.

The place was as odd as its energy, with you disliking the sound of clattering beads from the bead curtain, hand holding your favourite stick (rather a crooked wand Agatha didn't use anymore).

"Welcome to the curious," said Lilia, appearing from the back room.

You looked at the lady, frowning, "You're kooky,"

"Now, now, sweetheart, we ain't rude to the nice lady," Agatha spoke in a thick Southern accent. "Good day, madam, Oh. Thank you so much for seein’ us. We are hopin’ for a miracle today,"

You looked at Agatha weirdly, confused with her accent. She never talked like this usually...did she?

"This is my boy, Beauford, and my princess Charlotte here," she smiled, pointing at you both. When Teen went to protest, she shut him up, "He doesn’t talk much. He’s got social anxiety. Their daddy recently passed, and we miss him somethin’ awful."

A long while and several witches later, you stood in Agatha's basement with the other witches, happily vibing with their rendition of the Ballad. However, just as the door made itself known, the Salem Seven crashed into the house, Teen coming downstairs in a flurry of panic to scoop you up and dash down the Road's entrance.

The first trial passed, with only one casualty--Mrs. Davis, but it left you mostly shaken up. You had never seen so many witches hallucinate single-handedly before.

The forest was quiet, the only sound being that of the shovel scraping the ground as Teen dug a grave for Mrs. Hart.

You knelt next to the dead woman, tilting your head as you peered at her, poking her with your stick gently.

“Mama?” You asked, looking at Agatha. “Mama, she feels very not-alive,”

“Yeah hon,” she smiled, side-eyeing Jen. “Because Jen didn’t give her enough antidote so she is now not-alive,”

“Are you really badmouthing me to a six year old, Agatha?” Jen deadpanned. “How petty can you be?”

“Very, apparently,” Lilia rolled her eyes.

“Kooky lady is correct,” you nodded, earning a snicker from Alice.

“I’m not kooky!” Lilia scowled at you, only to receive an angelic smile in return.

You hummed to yourself as you walked around the clearing while the adults and Teen argued.

At the mention of an incomplete coven, you tugged at Agatha’s sleeve, asking softly, “Mrs. Hart wasn’t a witch, so if this is the Witch’s Road, can’t you call for a green witch?”

“Yes, thank you, little one!” Teen said, pointing at you. “How does a six year old have more brains than you all combined?”

“People have told me I’m something called ‘insightful’,” you shrugged.

“More like irritating,” Lilia scowled, looking at you.

“She isn’t the one bickering like a bunch of old ladies, is she?” Agatha shrugged. “Now come on, we have a spell to cast. Vamonos,”

You skipped after her, excitedly, helping her map out the person shape on the ground with your stick.

“Am I helping nice, mama?” You asked her, grinning proudly.

She nodded, fixing the outline, kneeling at the border of it. “Oh absolutely, sweet girl. The most helpful out of all these idiots,”

You smiled angelically, making her mutter, “You sure as hell didn’t get that smile from me, that’s for sure,”

As the witches gathered to start their spell, you stood with them—young magic was the most effective, honestly.

“May she be strong and wise, and the best at her craft,” said Lilia, placing down a crystal.

“May she be smart and not annoying,” said Agatha, placing another thing down, adding, “And also, not super political,”

“May she be pleasant looking,” said Jen, wrinkling her nose.

“Can she bring some Advil?” Alice sighed, placing her crystal down.

“Can she annoy the kooky lady?” You asked as Agatha tapped your shoulder to put your offering down. “May she be…fun,”

“I’m not kooky!” Lilia snapped at you.

“Are too!” You giggled, sticking your tongue out at her.

“Y/n, for the love of god just behave,” Agatha sighed. “I can’t deal with this right now,”

“Now what?” Teen interjected.

“Now we wait,” said Lilia. “True witchcraft takes time. The spell must marinate, gestate—“

She was interrupted by a hand sticking out of the mud behind you all, causing a scream to erupt from everyone.

Agatha shoved you back, arms out protectively as you giggled excitedly at the sight.

“Agatha, what did you do?!” Jen exclaimed.

“What do you mean, what did I do? This was very clearly a group effort!” She protested.

“It’s so silly!” You squealed, laughing at the cracking noises the witch’s bones made as she emerged from the ground.

“Your kid is a psycho like you!” Jen said, judging you as you laughed like this was a particularly funny episode of Bluey.

“She’s got character!” Agatha retorted sharply.

“Oh, my God, did we turn Mrs. Hart into a zombie?” Teen exclaimed.

“What spell did we cast?” Alice cried out.

Panicked and looking into Teen’s spell book. “Why is the print so small?” She wailed.

The witch righted herself, and you peeked from behind Agatha, intrigued and suddenly elated to see who it was.

Mami.

“MAMI!” You squealed, about to run to Rio, happy beyond belief.

“Heard you guys were having a party?” Rio gasped. She looked over at you, winking, “Hola nena,”

“How did you…” Agatha breathed, horrified, keeping you back despite your indignant squirming.

“I was in the neighborhood,” she gasped, opening her palm to reveal a flower. “Surprise. My lady,”

Agatha snatched the flower, screamed, and tried to attack her, but everyone held her back, Jen and Alice keeping her in check.

“We just summoned her!”

“We need her,”

As Agatha stormed off, Teen followed. You didn’t care about her little temper tantrum. It wasn’t the first you’d seen her have.

You were more concerned about Rio.

She was your Mami, the one who would play pranks on Agatha with you, the one who could calm you down in even the worst meltdowns, the one who accompanied you to the park every time the bullying got bad. Your Mami.

You hugged her tightly. She smelt the same, she felt the same. She was soft, she was the comforting kind of cold. She smelt like earth and old books and cinnamon, a scent so familiar that it made you bury your face into her robe to simply take in her scent.

“Nena,” she laughed. “You got so big,”

“I’m six, mami!” You gave her a broad grin, looking up at her.

“I guess we know now where the psycho comes from,” Jen muttered.

“Hey, what’s up, I’m Rio,” she said, nodding at them, still holding you close.

The three gave her a quiet, somewhat terrified and awkward greeting, before she gave them a cheeky grin and went after Agatha.

“So what do you think, can we trust her?” Alice asked.

“Agatha hates her, I’d say that goes in the ‘pro’ column,” Lilia shrugged.

“I mean…the kid thinks she’s legit,” Alice noted.

“The kid’s as psycho as she is,” Lilia scoffed. “Like calls to like and all that,”

“You’re just salty cause she calls you kooky,” Alice grinned.

“I’m not!”

Meanwhile, you walked with Rio, playing with her fingers gently as you talked her ears off.

The conversation eventually took a serious turn as you both paused and waited for the others.

“Mami,” you said, kicking a stone as you walked with her. “Mami, why did you leave me and go? Did I do something? Did mama? Did Nicky?”

Rio sighed. She knew this question was inevitable. She couldn’t avoid it, she knew that.

She stopped and knelt to your height, holding your arms in a gentle grip, making the others pause in their tracks.

Her voice was so soft, so gentle. “Mira, mi amor,” she said softly. “Sometimes…things happen which can’t be fixed unless one person removes themselves from the equation. It was not yours or Nicky’s fault, alright?”

She sensed your apprehension. An apprehension that broke her heart because she didn’t want to leave. She had to. She had no choice.

“Is it a grown up thing?” You whispered, voice barely audible.

“It is, nena,” she nodded. “But you’re still a little girl, you’re small. You won’t understand even if I explained it simply. I want you, my smart, sweet girl, to know that mami going away was not your fault,”

She thought before adding, “I am sorry for leaving, though. Mi vida, lo siento,”

It made you feel better, indeed. “It’s okay, Mami,” you smiled. “I’m happy you’re with me now,”

She grinned and scooped you up, putting you in her shoulders deftly, making you squeal with happiness. There she was, fun Mami. Your Mami.

“Come on now, let’s make some trouble,” she grinned up at you, winking. “Mami’s not going anywhere anytime soon,”

“What if I get hurt?” You asked quietly.

“Then mami’s always here to protect you,” she grinned, squeezing your hand gently.

You nodded, trusting her words.

The Road was long and it was hard.

But maybe things wouldn’t be too bad.

Mami and Mama protected you. Always.

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generallycharmingcriminalminds · 26 days ago

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My heart was ripped out...do it again

just pictures on paper (lilia calderu)

summary: lilia sees a particularly jarring in her cards. who should she trust? her divination or her darling?

fic type: angst

word count: 0.8k

pairings: lilia calderu x fem!reader

warnings: sad, angst, no happy ending

Outside it was as per a normal day--with the occassional grief-stricken lunatic coming in for a consultancy for a hundred bucks an hour, after which you and your girlfriend would enjoy a nice, warm cup of tea together.

However, today was odd.

She'd been acting strange lately, after having dropped her tarot deck, only to see a seven of swords right there, face up, calling to her.

She wanted to ignore it, but she couldn't. The image stayed burned in her mind for days, but she didn't realise how it affected you.

It started three days prior, the change.

A simple Sunday afternoon, the windchimes on the porch jingling with the occassional breeze, you humming a tune as you cooked lunch, while Lilia did her magic in the front rooms.

"My love," you smiled, coming to kiss her cheek. She turned away from it, muttering something about tarot and having a long day.

It stung, but you gave her the space she needed and wanted.

"Lilia, would you like some lunch now, love?" You asked softly, massaging her shoulders gently, coming up behind her. She flinched away from your touch.

The tarot card had distorted her image of you, she didn't know what to believe. A hidden agenda? What could you possibly want? Her power? No, that seemed unlikely. Money? She barely had any.

Then why did the tarot warn her of deception and hidden agendas? Why?

You decided to let it go. "Fine, I'll keep it in the casserole, you can heat it when you want," you were hurt, no doubt, but you didn't really want to show it. You didn't want to guilt her into anything.

The next day it started with her simply sliding out of bed earlier than you, without kissing you gently to coax you awake, without suggesting some morning coffee.

You hated disruptions in routine. And this was one, certainly. Could you blame her? Maybe. Did you want to? No.

The whole day you both barely spoke ten words to each other. With her avoiding your every touch, gaze, and remark, with her getting up whenever you sat close to her.

Today was the worst. You'd only just come back from a shift at the diner, feet hurting and head pounding.

"Lilia, dear, would you be a doll and just get the hot water running for me?" You asked, barely able to stand.

She simply huffed, "Why must I?"

You flinched. She never turned down a polite ask from you. Never. "W-Well, I've had a long shift, and I genuinely need a moment to sit down before going in--" You explained, confused. "Lia, my darling, what's been up with you lately? Have I done something?"

She rolled her eyes, silent. "I don't know, have you?"

You blinked, confused beyond belief. "I...don't believe I have, my dear,"

"Don't call me that," she scoffed. "You two-faced little lady,"

Ouch. "Two-faced because I asked you to get hot water running...? I feel like there's a disconnect between our reactions--" You admitted, tilting your head, a frown passing over your face.

"I saw the cards," she said, glaring at you. "I thought of you, and pulled the seven of swords. What hidden agenda do you have with me, Y/n L/n?"

You were baffled. Hidden agenda? What, was wanting her delicious sugar cookies 24/7 a hidden agenda? You were quite sure it wasn't.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Lia--"

"It's Lilia to you,"

You nearly stepped back, eyes wide. "Lilia, why--why are you doing this?"

"The cards don't lie," she said plainly. "And I know what I saw. I don't think...I don't think I want to be involved with a two-faced snake,"

"Two faced snake?! You saw a picture on a piece of paper and suddenly I'm a snake?!" You exclaimed, recoiling. "I've done everything for you!"

"Like what? Make me breakfast, coffee, fuck me from time to time?" She snapped. "What's your motive, hm?"

You looked at her like she was crazy. And at this point you were quite sure she was, too. "I have no motive!"

"Really? Explain to me then, why a diner worker would be interested in a witch of immense power, hm?” She exclaimed, brow raised.

“First, tone down the scorn at my occupation okay? Second, I don’t know, cause the witch is the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen and she loves her from the second she laid eyes on her?!” You said, getting angry now.

“Oh yeah?! Well my tarot says otherwise!” She scowled. “Seven of swords, a hidden agenda. You were on my mind, Y/n. And I saw it. It jumped from the deck, it needed to catch my attention. I know something is wrong, you have a motive. I just don’t know what it is yet,”

“I have no motives, Lilia! Don’t you trust me?!” You said, close to tears.

“I don’t, not anymore,” she whispered, looking at you right in the eye.

You were shocked, her revelation was confusing and valid and stupid all at the same time. But what hurt the most was that she didn’t trust you.

“You…you believe a picture in a paper over me?” You whispered, taking a step back. “After everything I’ve done for you, you believe the tarot over me?”

She felt her resolve nearly break but shook her head of it all. “Yes. I want you to leave, Y/n. I won’t let you hurt me,”

“But I don’t want to hurt you, Lilia,” you said, hands fidgeting nervously, tears in your eyes. “I’ve only ever loved you, and that has been my only agenda. To love you forever, till the day I die,”

She didn’t reply. She turned her back and went to the kitchen, shaking her head.

You nodded. “Alright. I see where I stand now. I’ll be out by tomorrow,”

You did just that, and Lilia would be lying if she said it didn’t hurt, it didn’t hurt that your smile didn’t greet her first thing in the morning. That you weren’t there to hold her when her visions plagued her.

She pulled a card. The lovers reversed. A grave mistake, poor judgement.

But it didn’t matter now.

You were gone for good.

All because of pictures on a paper.

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