#AGATHARIO KISS BUT AT WHAT COST

[prent1ssjareau]

KISS OF DEATH KISS OF FORGIVENESS

[postureofashrimp]

THE KISS OF DEATH ARE YOU KIDDING ME

[sapphireofmars]

i'm distraught... that was the most beautiful, heartbreaking kiss i've ever seen, i fear i will not recover from this

[parlapina]

"my love" I'm not okay. This is so important to me omg

[perpetuallyexhaustedlibrarian]

Wondered how long it would take to show up on my dash

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.08 - Follow Me My Friend / To Glory At The End

[mari-thesapphic-lady]

WE HAD A KISS AGATHARIO!!

BUT AT WHAT FUCKING COST??

I WANT MY MOTHERS TOGETHER AGAIN!!

MARVEL, WHY!?!?!

[gayafsowhat]

Agathario kiss but at what cost

[ifnotlovepersevering]

agathario kiss but at what cost

[xxstrangermusicatxx]

@maken-cheezy

You might not hear the end of this for a minute, I fear, apologies in advance bc ohhh-

We just can’t have nice things ig…

You’re gonna have to check on your local woman kissers after tonight bc goddamn

[iheartsteve0704]

Agathario fans: what was that ending??? What about Agathario????

Loki/Sylki fans: okay so in season 1, Sylvie kissed him (yay!) but then at what cost because he got pushed through a time door and into another timeline and he was kind of lost for a while. But then we got a season two (yay!) but again at what cost because Sylvie was too busy working at the McDonald’s and their entire relationship ark was kind of scratched because Kate Herron was gone and then in the end he was a tree and Sylvie is who knows where

[codeopod]

Agathario headcannon:

Every kiss isn’t the kiss of death, but maybe Agatha was Rio’s first kiss. (And vice versa) They didn’t know what would happen, they waited years, pined and longed for eachother until it wasn’t worth it to be apart anymore. Not even if it meant costing Agatha her life.

Agatha chose to become a ghost so easily because it was a calculation she had made before, long long ago, in a very similar situation. Their first kiss wasn’t of death, but their last one was.

[littlyamadeus]

Okay but the fact that we got two "We got the kiss but at what cost?" situation on a ROW????

Like- Girl I was just recovering from Agathario kiss -a lie- and that last silent cry from Rio as Agatha died...

AND NOW, AND NOW!! CATE AND VI- OH MY GOD LIKE I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.

The way Vi just cried😭 She reminds me so much of Rio's desperation towards Agatha honestly. I wanna hold both of them, come here my babies...

[dollycxre]

.....well we got agathario kiss....but at what cost?

[cassiebones]

Agathario hot drink/baking fic perhaps? My heart is weak and damaged and only fluff fics can fix it

Agatha couldn't cook for shit.

She didn't typically need to cook, really. Stealing the power of other witches over the centuries had provided her with enough sustenance to keep her satisfied, alive.

But she still liked to bake. She was pretty good at baking, actually. She was a true witch, able to follow the steps to a recipe on the back of a box until she concocted something delicious.

Like brownies or cookies. Or a whole cake.

And she could decorate that cake. With magic!

Which is what she did for Rio's birthday. Or, well, what they considered her birthday. She had been alive for as long as humans had, before the modern Gregorian calendars were put into use and, until the mid-1690's, she hadn't even considered a use for a birthday.

Until Agatha.

Agatha, whose birthday was July 7, 1675, the night of a blood moon. Her mother had never celebrated her birthday as enthusiastically as the other coven mothers celebrated their own daughters' birthdays, but she put up a good front, crafting a cake and singing a traditional witches' song on the day of her birth, though Evanora sang less joyfully than the others. Agatha was always in attendance at the birthday celebrations of other young witches, watching with envy as their mothers showered them with praise, good wishes, and gifts. Agatha's gifts were always practical, like a new dress or re-soled shoes, or a hairbrush. But the other girls received heirloom jewelry to mark the occasions. Or new journals and spellbooks.

Evanora did her best to keep Agatha away from magic at all costs, even hindering her powers.

Agatha didn't care about the trinkets, though. She liked the cake. Her mother rarely made anything sweet in their home, but she always made the best cakes for birthdays, trying desperately to show off for her friends. Agatha had watched her for years, learning how to follow the steps for a delicious cake, writing them down in her own journal. One day, she decided, she would make her own birthday cake. She wouldn't need her mother anymore.

And, one day, she did just that.

But for Rio.

It was two years after they'd met. Two years since they'd fallen in love. Two years since Agatha's entire coven died trying to kill her. Two years since they'd left Salem behind and found their own abandoned cottage in the middle of a secluded wood. Two years since they began sharing a bed, since Agatha felt true affection for the first time in her life.

"When is your birthday?" Agatha had asked, her cheek resting on Rio's chest, now covered by a thin sheet.

"You know I don't have one," Rio laughed, running her hand through her lover's hair. "I am ageless."

"I know, but there must be some way to mark the start of a new year in your life--er, existence."

Rio cackled. "I've never needed one," she said. "Though, perhaps now, it would be the day that I met you." She cupped Agatha's cheek, running her thumb over the ridge of bone. "I never really felt alive before that. I don't think I actually was."

"You must say that to all the young maidens you bed," Agatha teased, pressing a kiss to Rio's collarbone. Rio leaned down, cupping Agatha's chin between her fingers.

"Not a single soul in this entire universe," she said, "even compares to you. They cannot hold a flame to the great Agatha Harkness and her power."

Agatha felt a thrill run through her and she crawled up the bed, over Rio's body, allowing the sheet to fall from her own chest as she straddled Rio's middle, leaning down to kiss her. The curtain of her hair fell around them, shrouding them.

"Let me make you a birthday cake," she murmured against Rio's lips before kissing her. Rio moaned against her mouth, her arms tightening around Agatha, one hand sinking into her hair as she pulled her closer.

"Whatever you want," she husked against Agatha's lips as they pulled back, breathless and needy. "Just never stop doing that."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Agatha said, smiling against her mouth as she leaned back in, her hands disappearing under the sheets.

They met on June 2nd, 1693, but Rio's first "birthday" celebration was three weeks later than the two-year anniversary, after Agatha had gathered all the necessary ingredients for a proper birthday cake, including three candles.

"It's only been two years," she said, looking down at the cake, which Agatha had decorated by hand, her sloppy, handwritten frosting melting under the heat of the wax candles.

"The third one is for good luck," Agatha explained. "It's meant to represent the year ahead."

"And what am I meant to do with a burning cake?" Rio asked, raising one brow in mirth.

"You make a wish," Agatha huffed. "You've observed humans for thousands of years and yet you still don't know anything about how we celebrate our time on earth?"

"There are so many different traditions, all over the world," Rio huffed. "It's very English of you to think that this is the most common one. Lighting a cake on fire?" She snorted.

"Just blow out the candles," Agatha said, glaring at her, "so I can give you your gift."

"A gift?" Rio asked, her eyes twinkling with delight. "Why didn't you mention a gift?"

"It's meant to be a surprise," Agatha said as Rio blew out her candles. Agatha took something from her pocket, placing it on the table in front of Rio. It was small, wrapped in leaves, tied together with string.

"Ooh," Rio said, her voice like a child as she snatched the package from the table, making quick work of the string and leaves, tearing it all to shreds to reveal...a rock.

A geode, actually, broken open to reveal iridescent gems on the inside, the colors shifting in the light from green to purple. Rio's eyes widened, her lips parting as she turned the geode this way and that, marveling at the rocks.

"I have never seen anything quite so...exquisite," she breathed, then looked up at Agatha, who was watching her with a soft smile. "Well, almost anything."

"Always a charmer," Agatha huffed, smiling affectionately down at her lover. "I found that in a cave not far from here. There are more. I can show you."

"Why do I need more?" Rio asked. "This one is perfect." She pressed it to her chest. "Thank you, my love."

Agatha leaned down, pressing her forehead to Rio's, brushing their noses together. "Happy birthday, Rio," she whispered before pressing their lips together in a gentle, loving kiss.

[yourlocalkatiesimp]

i strike again, here’s my take on the final agathario scene 🔥

definite angst, 407 words, a really short analysis of Rio during these moments!

here’s the summary:

It was then that the tears came. They burned. Scorching trails down her cheeks, searing skin as each one blazed its own path. Death was not meant to cry. ——— aka the one where they kiss, but at what cost?

lmk if you read it!!

[lanasgirlfr]

AGATHA ALL ALONG FINALE SPOILERS

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WE GOT AGATHARIO KISS BUT AT WHAT COST.