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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.

hi hi my bao buns! i hope you enjoyed it! it was quite long, i must say, haha. do request more and i’m working on the rest currently!

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Rewrite The Stars - Liandrin Guirale/Lanfear

A/N: New fic for the latest prompt 'In the meadows' from @flashfictionfridayofficial

Liandrin Guirale rarely got to be outside the White Tower, so when Lanfear feels a pull to go to her and sees Liandrin’s body fail her, she move swiftly, scoops the woman into her arms and carries her away under the stars. She doesn’t stop walking until she’s free of the city, Liandrin’s soft breathing reassuring her even as she settles them both into the cool peace of the nearby meadows.     Liandrin stirs a moment, soft but pained blue eyes meeting dark and loving eyes as Lanfear strokes her hair.     “Selene?”    “Yes love...”    Lanfear knows Liandrin knows the truth, but every time the woman uses her name, her real name, the name she allows herself love with, she feels her heart warm further.     “You came...”    “I always will.”    The words are a promise even as she looks into her lover’s eyes, letting their lips meet.    “Rest, sweet girl.” 

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ohhhhhh i wanna live on that island with them

Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Lanfear/Liandrin Guirale

A/N: Fic 13/30 for my Summer 5x5 @julybreakbingo card with Alts.

Liandrin Guirale has never been sure that Lanfear cares for her. She knows the woman still steals her way into her dreams, she has always been aware of that ever since Lanfear exposed herself, her truth. She still does not believe that Lanfear loves her.     Then she starts waking up to Seashells on the pillow beside her. Love tokens from Lanfear, her eyes are fixed on them the first time, the second time she starts to understand. Lanfear always knows when her emotions are swirling like a storm chased sea, now it seems Lanfear is trying to remind her that peace, too, can come from the sea.     The seashells continue, right until Lanfear finally saves her from what should have killed her. She’s supposed to be handed to another Forsaken, Lanfear using her abilities to seem to be that woman, then, finally, bringing Liandrin away from her home to the sea, to her own home, hidden away on an island only they know. 

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Kathryn Hahn as Agatha Harkness in AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024) dir. Jac Schaeffer, Gandja Monteiro, Rachel Goldberg

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You know I want you//It's not a secret I try to hide//I know you want me//So don't keep saying our hands are tied – Liandrin Guirale/F!Reader

A/N: Fic 6/6 for @thepotatoislost. Request here: Hi! Could you please do either or both Liandrin and/or Lanfear x reader where they comfort the reader about the reader’s scars? Or the reader gets hurt while protecting them so Liandrin or/and Lanfear take care of them and their injuries? If not that’s okay.

“NO.”    Your anger pushes you forward even as the channeled power comes towards you, throwing up enough of a shield to guard most of your body, the sting of the power pushing you back burns and you can feel Liandrin’s own channeling behind you, the woman’s aim deadly and true, your eyes close as you push the shield wider, dropping to one knee as the pain flows over you. The other woman, blue Ajah, the worst of them, falls at last and your breathing rasps even as you push to your feet, turning your attention to Liandrin, not caring for the pain as your lips meet hers, finally chasing what you really want.    She pulls away only when she’s sure you’ll be alright standing without her, her eyes flint sharp and angry even as she swipes at the tears on her cheeks, unbidden, you know that much, feel that much even as she attempts to marshall her feelings back to what it should be. Sisters, not lovers. You’ve never cared for rules.     “I told you to stay behind me...”    “I’m not watching you die Liandrin.”    You step closer again, breathing catching at the look in her eyes when she turns to look at you. She terrified, you realize.    “I’m not going to bind you, Lia.... I want you, exactly as you are. Free and powerful.”    Later you sit, allowing her to tend your wounds slowly, there are not many, a bruise on your shoulder where the burning heat of Liandrin’s channeling power brushed you, power burns at your wrists, but you are used to them. Peace follows, she slips against you like a whisper, burrowing deep into your hair with a sigh. She is yours, at last.

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Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams//Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me – Lanfear/F!Reader

A/N: Fic 5/6 for @thepotatoislost . For the request: Hi! Could you please do either or both Liandrin and/or Lanfear x reader where they comfort the reader about the reader’s scars? Or the reader gets hurt while protecting them so Liandrin or/and Lanfear take care of them and their injuries? If not that’s okay.

“She could not have hurt me...”    Lanfear’s voice is soft as she pulls you to your feet from the floor. Your last channeling had been rough, almost brutal, but knowing the woman was gone was enough. You take her hand, push up and try to hide the wince at the tug of your still burning skin.     “She cut you, killed... you... did she not?”    “Once...”    “Once is enough Selene.”    The name comes unbidden and you can feel her flinch, your hand closing over hers.    “Lanfear... beloved... I am alright. With you.”    She nods, once, leads you away to home, the place you both hide, lets you wash and clean yourself then moves to kneel, soft fingers skimming over burning skin, soothing the fire within with a touch so light you can hardly feel it.  Peace washes over you and you move to cup her face in soft hands, pulling her up to a gentle kiss.    “We’ll be okay, Lanfear...”

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A Warriors Wounds - Lanfear/F!Reader/Liandrin Guirale

  A/N: Fic 4/6 for @thepotatoislost. For the request: Hi! Could you please do either or both Liandrin and/or Lanfear x reader where they comfort the reader about the reader’s scars? Or the reader gets hurt while protecting them so Liandrin or/and Lanfear take care of them and their injuries? If not that’s okay.

It comes so quickly you barely have time to move. The sheer pain of the collision of power into your body knocks you back enough that you feel your body shudder with it, dropping to your knees and sending your own angry channeling back at the other woman. You know her well, had almost become her ajah, almost... then you had chosen Liandrin, had followed Liandrin to Lanfear and now you fought for them both.     The woman falls, a dead faint that you aren’t sure isn’t more, you push yourself up and walk away slowly, welcoming the feeling of Liandrin’s arm at your waist and Lanfear pulling you both home, away from harm.     You collapse willingly into them as they tend to you, healing what they can, the burning mark against your skin fading with each slow caress, Liandrin insists she knows little of healing but when Lanfear guides her it works and it’s working now.    Sleep comes on you slowly when you are healed and you rest peacefully with Liandrin’s face pressed to your neck, Lanfear wrapped around your other side like a resting serpent, dark eyes glittering even as you rest, guarded at last. 

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Warriors Marks - Lanfear/F!Reader/Liandrin Guirale

A/N: Fic 3/6 for @thepotatoislost. Written for the request: Hi! Could you please do either or both Liandrin and/or Lanfear x reader where they comfort the reader about the reader’s scars? Or the reader gets hurt while protecting them so Liandrin or/and Lanfear take care of them and their injuries? If not that’s okay.

You have never liked scars, never liked showing them, but as you settle with both Lanfear and Liandrin it’s easier to ignore them, finding comfort in the way both of them look at you and touch you with such complete reverence and love. You have never shared how they happened, perhaps you never would, but you didn’t need to, not with them. Lanfear was fiercely loving, loyal only to her heart and wants, Liandrin was more methodical, careful and careless in equal measure. You might not love the scars of fighting for them, for yourself, for life and love, but you would take them all when love came so sweetly. Comfort comes easy now, with them, held close. 

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Beautiful Things - Lanfear/F!Reader

A/N: Fic 2/6 for @thepotatoislost, written for the request: Hi! Could you please do either or both Liandrin and/or Lanfear x reader where they comfort the reader about the reader’s scars? Or the reader gets hurt while protecting them so Liandrin or/and Lanfear take care of them and their injuries? If not that’s okay.

“There, my fierce one...”    Lanfear’s arms are always safety. You’ve known that for years, but you’ve missed the certainty of her touch. She’s been gone a while. You’ve grown scars since she left, many and for many different reasons, some you caused yourself through risks you take, others you gained by fighting to live, all of them seem less fearful now.     “You’ve been fighting again...”    She’s smirking, you can feel her lips turned up at your shoulder, her touch lingering over the worst markings, long, gifted to you by Moiraine, the fight had been worth it all the same, even as you felt your body shudder at the spark of her love over the markings, she’s never rough with you, not really, but she also doesn’t always understand that pressure can be painful. It’s a pain you welcome, loving her, even if the scars will be slow to fade.

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Tracing Stripes - Liandrin Guirale/F!Reader

A/N: Fic 1/6 for @thepotatoislost . Written for the request: Hi! Could you please do either or both Liandrin and/or Lanfear x reader where they comfort the reader about the reader’s scars? Or the reader gets hurt while protecting them so Liandrin or/and Lanfear take care of them and their injuries? If not that’s okay.

“I’m not that...”    Your words trail off at the way Liandrin’s touch lingers over a scar, her voice low as you fall silent, struck by the quiet reverence of the touch.     “You are perfect. Just as you are. Our bruises, burns, scars.... those are ours for a reason.”    She means it, that much shows in how fiercely she speaks, curling her arms around you to trace over another scar as you stand in the mirror, watching her touch even as you soak in her love. She’s not often like this, tactile, but when she is, it’s always with a reason.

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liandrin and lanfear would be such good parents!!!! AAAAAAAAAAA

And I know it can't be positive//What if it's positive? - Lanfear/Liandrin

A/N: Quick fic just because.

She’s pacing as she waits. Lanfear watches the woman from the shadows until it’s clear what’s going on. Liandrin’s hand drops to her stomach, pressing flat. It’s this, the small moment of understanding that pushes her to step out, move closer, wrap an arm around Liandrin from behind and let her lips find the woman’s ear.    “Are you sure?”    “I....”    Liandrin’s breathing hitches and she nods, her voice low.    “I can feel it.... feel... her.”    “Come then, come away, come home with me...”    "I can’t just disappear Lanfear I’m not... I’m not you...”    “When they find out... they will disown you, you just got welcomed back...”    “I know.”    Liandrin’s breathing hitches and she turns slowly as she pulls away from Lanfear.    “If I come with you I.... I’d never be able to come back.”    “Do you want to?”    Silence, time ticks past, Liandrin’s eyes close.     “No.... not without you.”    Later, months later, Liandrin watches her former friends from the shadows as she raises her child, the little girl is blonde, dark eyed and full of fierceness, the absolute perfect blend of her mothers. It’s not what she planned, but it feels... right.

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