#Agatha spoilers

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Fuck

couldn't help but slow down the kiss and improve the lighting so i can watch it on repeat and go insane.

i also cut out the live billy reaction

[mirefireflies]

Agatha All Along / Because I could not stop for Death — Emily Dickinson

[moonmeg]

I promised actual Agathario art and I am a woman of my word 😌

I sure hope nothing happens to these lesbian witches 💚💜

ft. my friend who started it and who is my biggest supporter

[seizethegay420]

Did no one else read Agatha saying "Sometimes boys just die" as her forgiving Rio???

I saw that as her accepting that Rio was just doing her job.

That's why Agatha kissed her to take her power. It was an "I forgive you" just as much as it was a final goodbye.

[hippiegaymer817]

They are my scar.

"My mother needs me home." (x Agatha All Along, S01E09)

[jdslushie]

Photo studies to figure out drawing them…

[endangeredrandomfanfics]

"A Mother's Secret and the Witches' Road"

Agatha x Rio x Child!Reader

Summary: Agatha raised you well she took you everywhere she goes, sometimes making you do things to lure witches to her, but a question that's been bugging you makes you ask her - Chapter II

Chapter I

Chapter III

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The forest was hushed as dusk settled over the trees, casting long shadows across the ground. Agatha held her child’s small hand in hers, guiding them along the winding path through the dense woods. The child—now nearly eight years old—looked up at her with curiosity, their eyes reflecting both trust and the flickering embers of questions.

“Mama,” they asked softly, tilting their head up to her, “why do you… take the magic from the witches we meet?”

Agatha’s heart ached as she looked down at them. She knelt to their level, brushing a leaf from their shoulder, trying to find the words that would protect their innocence while keeping the truth veiled. “Some things in life, my love, are not easy to explain,” she began gently. “There are moments when we must do difficult things to keep safe those we hold dear.”

The child’s brow furrowed, their young mind working to make sense of her words. “But… what do they do that makes you need to stop them?”

Agatha sighed, brushing a stray curl from their face. “The witches we encounter,” she said slowly, “have chosen to use their power in ways that can harm others. They carry magic that, if left unchecked, could bring harm to the people around them. So sometimes, I have to step in and… take that power away.”

The child seemed to consider this, their small hand tightening around hers. “And if you didn’t, would they… would they hurt us?”

Agatha’s breath hitched slightly, but she kept her voice calm. “I do this so they can’t hurt anyone—including us, my love. It’s my way of making sure we’re safe.”

The child nodded slowly, though Agatha could sense the unspoken questions lingering in their gaze. They didn’t yet need to know the true reason she drained these witches—to keep Rio, their other mother, at bay. She knew that one day she’d have to explain the full story, but for now, she could still protect them from that burden.

“Come on, my little one,” she murmured, standing and taking their hand once more. “Let’s head back before the night gets too dark.”

They walked hand in hand along the winding path, the silence of the forest wrapped around them like a heavy cloak. After a moment, Agatha began to hum softly, a familiar tune that seemed to carry through the trees, filling the space between them with something warm and comforting.

Recognizing the melody, the child’s face brightened. It was their song—the “Witches' Road” ballad they had made up together, a tune woven from whispered secrets, dreams, and countless nights spent by the fire. Without missing a beat, they began to hum along, their small voice joining hers.

Agatha smiled, squeezing their hand as she continued to sing, her voice gentle yet filled with an ancient, bittersweet strength.

“On the witches’ road, we go, we go,

Through the woods where shadows grow.

With whispered words and secrets old,

The witches’ road we follow bold…”

Their voices mingled, carrying through the stillness of the forest. Agatha could feel the weight of the song deep within her, each note a reminder of her vow to protect this child—her child—from the dangers lurking in the dark.

The child’s voice grew a little stronger, the words they had crafted together filling the air with an innocent wonder.

“Through moonlit nights and dawns of gray,

We walk the path that leads away.

And though the shadows try to stay,

The witches’ road will guide our way…”

Agatha watched her child as they sang, her heart swelling with pride and love. Despite the shadow that loomed over them, they had somehow found a way to fill their life with light, with hope, with songs and stories that bound them together.

They reached the last verse, and Agatha’s voice softened, carrying a tenderness that echoed in the child’s bright gaze.

“The witches’ road will lead us home,

No matter where our feet may roam.

And though the night may seem unknown,

The witches’ road will bring us home…”

The child looked up at her with a small, content smile, their voice trailing off as the song came to an end. Agatha felt a tear prick her eye, quickly brushing it away before the child noticed. She knelt down once more, her hands gently cupping their face, her voice a tender murmur.

“You are my light, my love,” she whispered, a fierce promise woven into her words. “No matter what happens, I’ll keep you safe. Always.”

The child reached up, placing their small hand over hers. “I trust you, Mama,” they replied softly, their eyes shining with innocent faith.

Agatha pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead, feeling both the weight and the beauty of their trust. And as they turned back toward their hidden haven in the forest, Agatha couldn’t help but sing the melody once more under her breath, knowing that as long as she could keep Rio busy on her path, she would continue walking this road with her child—protected, safe, and bound by the song they had created together.

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A/n: shall I make it longer?👀 How's the fic any suggestions? Comment or you can ask me?

[silverwing2522]

In another universe, Deadpool toasts to Agatha as another Death fucker

(It happens in the comics, along with Thanos - it's hilarious)

this is how the whole coven looked at agatha after finding out she fucked Death itself

[classic-sapphic]

Agatha and Billy before and during the witches’ road:

Agatha and Billy after the witches’ road:

[noocturnart]

Cw/ suggestive

Fruity ass fight

[kinsey3furry300]

[Description: Jesse Pinkman Meme format. Jesse: "Agatha and Emperor Belos have the same MO." Walter. "What?" Jesse: "Grifter from 1600's New Englang making up fake Lore about Witchcraft to lure in a fataly drain withches of their power. Both ultimatly doomed by a Queer Teen Prodogedy who really waht's to be a witch. Walter: Jesse, did you steal my Disney+ account?

[isagrimorie]

#so Rio basically rushed over from work#but also made the effort to look her best#to deliver Agatha the Worst News ever#honestly wife material (via @ennn)

She is my scar.

[bestwitchsam]

New still of Kathryn Hahn as Agatha Harkness behind the scenes of #AgathaAllAlong

[rosalie-starfall]

Agatha Harkness

Headers

[isagrimorie]

Agatha All Along 1x08 - Follow Me My Friend / To Glory to the End

[sonofcoulson]

The bunch of scrap metal is a pale imitation of your imaginary robotic father

Sometimes a family is a gay teenage witch, his recently resurrected twin brother, the parents of the body he’s possessing, the ghost of his babysitter who kills all her covens, Death, a rabbit, a presumed dead witch who you don’t consider your mom, a bunch of scrap metal, and Patti Lupone