#Agathario x daughter!reader

[galaxysupreme17]

Agatha's Trial

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Alice Wu Gulliverx fem!harkness!reader

Y/n stirred, blinking sleepily as she lifted her head. Around her, everyone was still asleep. Alice's arms were snugly wrapped around her, making Y/n smile softly. She carefully extricated herself, trying not to wake her girlfriend, then stretched quietly as she scanned the campsite. The first thing she noticed was the absence of her mothers—a detail that, in her experience, was never a good sign. A familiar presence appeared behind her, and she turned to see Rio standing there.

"What do you want, Mother?" Y/n asked, meeting Rio's eyes with a guarded expression.

Rio chuckled as she stepped closer. "Now, now, Mija, no need to be so defensive."

"With you? Defense is always the best option," Y/n replied coolly, crossing her arms.

Rio's expression softened, though she tried to keep her tone light. "Oh really? Just a few hours ago, you said you missed me. Admit it—I was always your favorite mom."

Y/n's eyes flashed. "You were also the mother who abandoned me. At least Mama stayed, even when losing Nicky destroyed her."

Rio's face fell, but she recovered quickly, pointing a finger at Y/n. "You don't know the whole story, Y/n. I had to leave. Your mother never forgave me, and you know that."

Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. "You don't get it. Mama forgave you the moment it happened. She still loves you, even after everything. What she hasn't forgiven is you leaving without fighting for her. For us. She was shattered, but you actually listened when, in a fit of grief, she told you to leave and never come back. The one time you should have fought her, you didn't. Not only did I lose my brother, but I lost my mother too. Mama tried hard to be there for me but couldn't help feeling she'd failed."

A tear slipped down Y/n's cheek, which she quickly brushed away before turning on her heel and heading back to the group. Rio opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came. Y/n had understood far more than Rio realized, even at ten years old.

Back with the others, Y/n noticed Lilia stirring awake with a gasp. "They're coming! We have to go!"

Y/n frowned as she gently shook Alice awake. "What? Who's coming?" she asked, helping Alice to her feet.

Hurriedly putting on her jacket, Lilia replied, "The summoning spell—we left the door open!"

Alice tightened her grip on Y/n's hand. "What did you see?"

Before Lilia could answer, Rio appeared, smirking. "Go on, Lilia. Tell them."

Lilia glanced at the others, her expression tense. "The Salem Seven."

A shiver ran down Y/n's spine as Lilia continued, "When Agatha killed her original coven—"

Jen interrupted. "By stealing their powers."

"Because her own mother tried to have her executed," Rio added defensively.

Jen glared. "Are you seriously defending a known serial killer?"

Y/n, irritated by the insult toward her mother, took a step forward. "Back off, Jen."

Alice pulled her back, looking around anxiously. "Come on, someone finish the story!"

Lilia continued, a little shakily. "Agatha spared the young children of the coven she killed..."

Rio gave a dark smile. "And now they're a feral, hive-minded coven, hell-bent on revenge."

Just then, Agatha burst around the corner, shrugging into her jacket. "Lesson learned: always finish what you start. And mercy? Overrated. Alright, everyone, grab your stuff! Let's go!"

The group bolted, running until they reached a dip in the road with a thick brush surrounding it. They heard a wolf's howl ahead and strange noises behind them.

Teen, thinking quickly, suggested, "What about a hexenbesen?"

Everyone except Rio and Y/n immediately shot the idea down, but Y/n's face lit up. She'd always loved flying on brooms.

Soon, her mothers were setting up, and Jen and Lilia also paired up. Seeing the odd number, Y/n turned to Alice. "Trade partners?"

Alice gave her a reluctant look. "What about you?"

"I'll be fine. I'll ride with you," Y/n replied with a reassuring smile.

Teen's face lit up as he realized Alice would trade with him. Meanwhile, Agatha and Rio looked puzzled when they saw Y/n standing alone. Y/n caught their expressions and shrugged. "I'm riding with Alice. I'll be okay."

As Teen finished his broom, one of the Salem Seven lunged at him. Quick-thinking, Alice struck it with her broom, allowing Teen to complete his spell. Agatha and Rio led the group into the air, and Alice soon followed, pulling Y/n up onto the broom, wrapping an arm around her waist while Y/n clung to her shoulders.

"We need to get off the road!" Y/n shouted over the wind. Everyone gained altitude, Alice laughing with exhilaration. Y/n leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, which made Alice smile. She turned her head and caught Y/n's lips softly, letting their foreheads rest together afterward.

They soared onward until the air around them shifted strangely. The group began to panic as they felt an unseen force dragging them downward. Alice tightened her hold on Y/n, determined to keep her safe.

"The next trial!" Teen shouted as a small house appeared in the distance. Just then, one of the Salem Seven appeared, insects spilling from its mouth as it prepared to attack. The group sped toward the cabin, dismounting as they reached it. Alice held Y/n close, shielding her from the chaos around them. They barely made it inside before Agatha slammed the door shut.

"Alright, we're safe," Agatha panted, trying to catch her breath.

Jen pointed to the dark figures gathering outside. "Safe? The entire Halloween aisle is outside waiting for us!"

Agatha rolled her eyes as she adjusted her hair, picking a few bugs out. "They can't get in, can they? We must complete the trial and get out before they break through."

Alice looked down at herself, then at everyone else. "So... what? Kiss, marry, kill?"

Y/n wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, I really hope not."

Teen suddenly realized he was missing his spell book and started to panic. While searching for spells, Y/n glanced down, noticing that her outfit matched Rio's almost exactly—except for a purple trim on her clothes. It was ironic, she thought, as if fate was screaming who her parents were.

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by Teen's voice cutting through the silence. "Whose trial is this?"

Rio leaned against the window, gazing out at the blood moon's eerie glow. She chuckled softly, though there was little humor in it. "Agatha's."

Y/n's head whipped around to face her mother, worry flooding her expression. Sensing her daughter's gaze, Agatha turned, catching Y/n's anxious eyes. She tried to reassure her with a gentle smile, but an unmistakable hint of fear lingered beneath her calm facade.

"The blood moon," Lilia whispered, glancing at the crimson glow in the sky. "When the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest."

Teen looked to Lilia, confused. "Wait. I thought talking to the dead was your department?"

She gave him a small, knowing smile and shook her head. "A common misconception. I read people; I read time. But spirits? Talking to them was just a con."

Rio stepped forward, smirking as she raised her dagger disguised as an ordinary hairbrush. "And who better to commune with the dead than someone who's put so many in the grave?"

Y/n rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath, "That's rich, coming from you."

A board game flew off the shelf as if on cue, skidding across the floor and landing with an ominous thud by Teen's feet. He bent down, picking it up and examining the dusty box. "Looks like the road wants us to Ouija," he remarked, holding it up to the others.

Then, a sharp beeping echoed in unison from everyone's watches, signaling instructions for the next part of the trial. After a brief scuffle over who got to read the message first, the group reluctantly agreed to gather around the board. Each placed their hands on the planchette, and Y/n chose a spot close to Agatha, her protective instincts kicking in.

They began the session, and Agatha's hands soon lifted from the board, her fingers twitching as if guided by an unseen force. Her body started to jerk, her eyes rolling back as her voice became unnatural. But Rio, unfazed, just rolled her eyes.

"She's just scared," Rio muttered dismissively.

At her words, Agatha dropped the act, blinking and returning to herself, though Y/n shot Rio a glare of pure frost. They resumed, and this time, the planchette began to spell out words slowly but surely: "P-U-N-I-S-H A-G-A-T-H-A." The message repeated, each time faster and more aggressively, until Agatha yanked her hands away from the board.

The room seemed to pulse with dark energy, a chorus of low, guttural voices rising around them, chanting, "Punish her."

Agatha slumped to the floor, covering her ears and squeezing her eyes shut as the chanting grew louder. Y/n stepped toward her mother, but before she could reach her, Rio grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"Stay with me, Y/n," Rio warned.

Y/n pulled free, her protective instincts overriding caution, and rushed over to her mom, checking to ensure she wasn't injured. Agatha, noticing this, removes her hands and covers her daughter's ears, attempting to protect her.

"What do we do?" Alice asked, looking between her friends, panic etched across her face.

"They already told us. Punish Agatha!" Jen shouted, and the voices went dead silent as if by command.

Y/n rose to her feet, planting herself firmly between Jen and her mother, her expression fierce. "Like hell, you will."

Jen crossed her arms, unfazed. "I'm sorry, Y/n, but that's the only way to pass the trial. Your mom's done... terrible things. We all know it."

"Oh, and you're a saint?" Y/n snapped back.

Teen tried to ease the tension, but his voice was gentle. "Come on, there's got to be another way."

"We could tie her up," Lilia suggested, though there was a hint of doubt in her voice.

"You can't be serious," Alice said, inching closer to Y/n as a show of support.

"Or," Rio interjected, lifting her dagger and tilting it thoughtfully, "we could just slit her throat." Her tone was casual, but Y/n knew her mother well enough to sense the underlying bitterness in the remark.

"Let's not be so hasty," Agatha cut in, her tone calm but firm as she pushed herself up, standing protectively in front of Y/n. Y/n took a step back, her heart pounding.

Suddenly, the lights flickered, casting the room in darkness, then snapped back on. Alice looked around frantically, a pang of dread in her voice. "Where's Y/n?" Her question hung in the air, and the group's expressions shifted from confusion to fear.

Agatha turned sharply, scanning the room. "Y/n? Sweetheart, where are you?"

Rio's face hardened as she called out, a note of worry slipping into her voice despite her best effort to hide it. "Y/n, Nena, come back. We won't hurt your mother."

The lights flickered again, plunging the room into darkness once more. Teen fumbled around, finally finding an old lamp. When he switched it on, he pointed it toward the ceiling, gasping at the sight above him.

"Oh my god, what happened to her?" Jen's voice cracked as she staggered back, pressing herself against the wall.

"Someone, get her down!" Alice cried, her voice laced with panic as she stared up at Y/n, who was somehow contorted and suspended against the ceiling, her limbs twisted in unnatural angles.

Rio stepped forward, her voice steely. "No one is touching her."

"But she's going to get hurt!" Lilia protested, her hand covering her mouth in horror.

Before they could make a move, Y/n's body dropped from the ceiling, hitting the ground with a hard thud. Alice stepped toward her, but Teen grabbed her arm, holding her back.

"That's not Y/n," he whispered, eyes wide with fear.

Y/n's body began to move in unnatural jerks, her limbs twisting as if controlled by an unseen force. Her head snapped up, her gaze vacant and hollow.

"She's possessed for real," Teen gasped, backing away.

Rio took a protective step forward, her voice firm. "No! She could get hurt. No one is to touch her."

"Then how can we help her?" Agatha cried, moving to Rio's side, both torn between the need to act and the fear of making things worse.

Before they could decide, Y/n's body went limp, collapsing to the floor. But before anyone could reach her, she disappeared again as the lights flickered and dimmed.

"Where is she?" Rio's voice cracked with desperation as she searched the room frantically, her face pale.

Just then, a white fog began to form by the stairs, curling upward, thick and heavy like smoke. Rio's face darkened with recognition. "That's a ghost. I hate ghosts," she muttered under her breath.

Agatha's gaze sharpened, her breath catching in her throat. "Mother?"

At the top of the stairs, Y/n reappeared, looking dazed as she cradled her injured knee, struggling to heal it.

Agatha's face contorted with rage as she glared at the foggy figure. "What did you do to my daughter?"

Evanora Harkness's ghostly figure smirked, her voice dripping with malice. "You must continue the witches' road without her."

A horrified gasp escaped from Alice. "No! No way!"

"Leave her with me, and you may go free," Evanora taunted, her smirk twisting cruelly.

"You will not take my daughter!" Agatha shouted, her voice breaking, tears pooling in her eyes.

Rio placed a steadying hand on Agatha's shoulder, her voice soft but fierce. "She's coming with us, Agatha. She's not staying here."

Evanora's gaze turned venomous. "You do not deserve to have any children. You were evil the minute you came into this world. What makes you think I would let you continue this rotted bloodline? I certainly succeeded with the other one."

Her words hit Agatha like a physical blow. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Y/n, finally healed, locked eyes with her mother, her expression fierce and unwavering.

"Mama, don't listen to her. You are amazing. You made me who I am," Y/n said softly, her words cutting through the room's darkness like a beacon.

Before Evanora could respond, her figure flickered and vanished, but not before her malevolent presence seemed to seep into Y/n, whose body twisted again, contorted and crawling down the stairs. Alice, anger flooding her features, pushed past Agatha.

"Leave my girlfriend alone, you Bitch!" she yelled, unleashing a blast of magic.

"Alice! Be careful!" Agatha shouted, reaching for her.

After a tense struggle, Evanora's spirit finally left Y/n's body. Y/n crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. Alice was the first to reach her, pulling her into her arms. Agatha and Rio knelt beside them, their hands trembling as they checked her over.

Agatha hugged Y/n tightly, her voice breaking. "I'm so, so sorry, my sweet girl."

Y/n managed a weary smile. "It's okay, Mama. I'm okay, I promise."

Rio brushed Y/n's hair back, her fingers lingering. She embraced her, Y/n melting into her warmth, and then turned to Alice, who held her close, her face buried in her shoulder. They watched as the door creaked open, signaling that they had passed the trial.

Later, the group began working to make a fire, while Rio and Agatha stood off to the side. 

Rio turned to Agatha, her expression soft but uncertain. "Agatha, I... I'm sorry."

Agatha looked at her, surprised. "For what?"

Rio chuckled bitterly. "I always thought you hated me for what I did... for leaving."

Agatha's eyes softened as she reached for Rio's hand. "I was hurt, Rio. I wanted you to stay, to fight for us."

Rio's gaze dropped. "I see that now. Agatha, I have always loved you. I just... I hope you can let me back into your life."

With a gentle smile, Agatha squeezed her hand. "You've always been a part of me, Rio. I'd love for you to stay."

Rio pulled her close, their lips meeting in a soft kiss that was filled with years of longing and forgiveness, a promise of a new beginning.

As they pulled apart, Y/n nudged Alice and whispered, "Looks like they finally figured it out."

Alice grinned. "Three centuries is a long time to wait."

Hand in hand, Agatha and Rio joined the others by the fire, the warmth of new hope settling over them all.

[wandaslittlelove]

Freak

Pairing: Agathario x Daughter!Reader Warnings: Mentions of bullying

“Mama? Mami?” the six year old calls out into the dark bedroom. It was about midnight. The moon shining through the cracks of the blinds. The girl had been put to bed hours ago but had woken up a little bit ago. Agatha wakes to her arm being shaken. She quickly turns on the small bedside lamp as she takes the small girl into her arms. Rio wakes at the movement having never been a light sleeper.

“Niña?” Rio says softly as she looks over to see her daughter in her wife's arms. There are small tears running down your cheeks as you look over at your mami. 

“Am I a freak?” Both women are taken back by your question looking at each other to see if they knew what you were talking about. They were both fully awake now Rio reaching out to brush your hair from your face and the tears from your eyes as Agatha gently rocked you.

“No baby no. Why would you think that?” Agatha asks as her hands rub up and down your back.

“The girls at school. They say that I’m a freak because of how I look because-” You pause in your sentence as you look up at Rio and immediately she understands what you mean. You had taken most of Agatha’s features. Your hair being a wavy brown and eyes a baby blue. Head to two you were like a mini version of her all except one aspect. You hadn’t learned to control the transformation yet. How to stop the bones that appeared out of nowhere. Out of all things Rio wished you wouldn’t have gotten that part of her. “They say I'm disgusting. That I shouldn’t be alive.” You whisper as you bury your face in your mama’s chest. 

“My darling, you are not disgusting or a freak, you are beautiful.” Agatha speaks as she looks to Rio. She can tell that her mind is racing. That she’s blaming herself. They had always feared you would get made fun of for it. Rio feared you would grow to despise her for it. That you would blame her for not being able to be fully normal. It’s part of the reason they had enrolled you in a school specifically for witches. They thought that maybe the kids would go easier. But it seemed that wasn’t happening.

“Do you think mami is a freak?” Agatha asks, causing both of your heads to turn at her wide eyed.

“No! Of course not.” You answered quickly as your head turned to look at Rio. Your tiny hands reached for her. Trying to show you didn’t think that. “Mami is pretty.” Rio’s heart melts at your words.

“Rio shows her.” Agatha says and Rio knows immediately what she’s asking. Rio had only shown you her true form a handful of times. Scared that you would think she’s a monster. With a deep breath the bottom part of her face turns into bone.

“Do you still think Mami is pretty?” Rio waits silently. Her nerves grow but quickly melt the second you bring a hand up to touch the bone.

“Yes.” You answer with no hesitation. Rio takes your hand in hers holding it tightly before changing back and pressing a kiss to your hand.

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“That’s right. Mami is beautiful even when she looks like a skeleton and you my love are too. If mami is beautiful then so are you because you look like her. My skeletons.” A laugh escapes your lips at your mama’s words. Rio shares a smile with you both before a smirk overtakes her features. Moving quickly she plucks you out of Agatha’s lap and lays down with you trapped in her arms. Agatha joins in quickly, her hands tickling you as you squirm and try to get free.

Tomorrow they would have a talk with your principal and find out who was saying this stuff to you. Tomorrow they would continue to remind you that you are beautiful and loved. 

[gwens-love]

The space he left behind

Summary: After Nicky’s passing, Agatha doesn’t know how to handel being a good mother to her daughter, and a partner to Rio. She navigates her grief while struggling to reconnect. As Rio hopes to recover the love that binds their family.

Warnings: Angst, grief and loss.

Word count: 1.7k

~Agathario x daughter!reader~

A/N: I used google translate for this sorry if there are mistakes.

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks.

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As you wandered through the library with a book in hand, you looked up at Agatha, or better said your Mama. She was busy, but you missed the comfort of her voice, the warmth she used to give so freely.

“Mama?” you asked softly, hoping you weren’t interrupting her too much.

Her eyes flicked to you, and a small, sad smile appeared on her face. She had been distant since Nicky was gone, but there was still a part of her that wanted to be here for you, to love you the way he would’ve wanted.

“What is it, little one?” she replied, her voice softer than you’d heard it in days.

You held up the book, looking at her with hopeful eyes. “Can you read this to me, Mama?”

Agatha looked down at you, her expression conflicted. She reached for the book, fingers trembling slightly, and let out a deep sigh. “Maybe… maybe later, my love. I’m… I’m not quite ready today.”

Your heart ached a little, but you nodded. “Can… Mami read it to me, then?”

Agatha’s expression softened, and she glanced down the hallway where Rio was bustling around. Rio heard your voice and peeked in, her face lighting up with a gentle smile as she approached, kneeling down beside you.

“Of course, mi corazón,” Rio said, taking the book from you and winking at Agatha. “Mama and I both have time for our little reader tonight.”

Agatha gave Rio a grateful smile, her hand resting briefly on Rio’s shoulder. Maybe, just maybe, things would be okay together, they would find their way forward, for you.

You nestled into Rio’s side as she settled down with the book, her aura carrying a mix of nature’s calm and something far more powerful… the kind of energy you could feel in your bones. To you, she was Mami, warm and loving, but everyone else knew her as the green witch or Death with a capital D. Her touch felt like spring’s renewal and autumn’s quiet decay, life and death balanced in her very presence.

Rio opened the book, her fingers gliding delicately over the pages. “Are you ready for an adventure, mi amor?” she asked, her voice rich and velvety, holding that magical spark that always made your heart race a little faster.

You nodded eagerly, glancing over at Agatha, who sat nearby. She was watching the two of you with a softness in her eyes, though you could sense a shadow in her heart. Rio noticed too, her gaze meeting Agatha’s, a look passing between them a silent understanding of grief, love, and the weight of the responsibilities they shared.

As Rio began to read, her voice wove the story into something almost real. Her words seemed to hang in the air, each sentence wrapping around you like an invisible charm. You leaned in closer, comforted by her presence, while Agatha, though still distant, stayed close enough to remind you she wasn’t going anywhere.

With both Mama and Mami by your side, you knew you were safe, held between life and death, love and sorrow, warmth and magic. And for now, that was enough.

As Rio’s voice wrapped you in the story, the words began to blur. You found yourself glancing over at Mama, who was watching the two of you with that faraway look in her eyes the one she had whenever anyone mentioned him.

You shifted, looking down at the edge of your blanket, and softly asked, “Mama? Where… where did Nicholas go?”

The question hung in the air, pulling both of them from the gentle quiet of the story. Agatha’s face froze for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing her features. She opened her mouth, then closed it, clearly unsure how to answer. Rio’s hand found yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze, but even she looked at Agatha, letting her decide what to say.

“Well, my darling…” Agatha began softly, her voice a blend of love and grief. “Nicky… he had to go somewhere very far away. Somewhere we can’t visit him.”

“But he’s coming back, right?” you asked, looking between them, the innocence in your eyes making it clear you hadn’t grasped the weight of what had happened.

Agatha’s shoulders dropped slightly, and she reached out to brush a stray hair from your face. Her fingers were gentle, yet you could feel the heaviness of her sadness. “Sometimes, people go to places they can’t come back from, little one.”

You blinked, processing her words, your heart sinking. “Like… like the stories? Like when someone goes into the spirit world?”

“Yes,” Rio murmured, her voice a whisper, her thumb tracing soothing circles on your hand. “Nicky went to a place like that. But he loved you very, very much, and he’s always watching over you, mi amor.”

You looked down, frowning, the ache of missing him suddenly sharper, more real. “Will I ever see him again?”

Agatha swallowed hard, her voice catching slightly. “Maybe… one day, in a different way. But for now, he’d want us to take care of each other. To remember him with love, even though he’s gone.”

You held their words close, even as you struggled to understand fully. In that moment, you could feel both their hands grounding you, reminding you that even though Nicholas was gone, Mama and Mami would always be here. And maybe, just maybe, that would be enough.

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But for Mama, that wasn’t enough. Agatha missed Nicky deeply, in a way words could never capture. She carried the loss in her eyes, in the way her shoulders sagged when she thought no one was looking, and in the quiet moments when she seemed miles away, lost in memories of him.

After she tucked you into bed that night, Agatha lingered by your side, brushing a gentle hand across your hair as you began to drift off. She stayed until your breathing slowed, your small hand still curled around hers.

When she finally pulled away, she found Rio waiting at the doorway, leaning against the frame with her arms folded, watching her with a look that held both understanding and sorrow. The green witch, Death herself, could face any darkness with courage, but this grief the emptiness left by Nicky’s absence was something even she couldn’t fully shield them from.

Agatha closed the door softly behind her and let out a sigh. “I don’t know if I’m doing any of this right,” she admitted in a whisper, her voice breaking. “I wasn’t meant to do this alone, Rio.”

Rio stepped closer, resting a gentle hand on Agatha’s arm. “You’re not alone, mi amor,” she replied, her voice low and steady. “We’re in this together. Nicky’s gone, yes, but his love he left that with us. With you.”

Agatha looked down, her fingers brushing the sleeve of her own robe as if tracing the fabric might help her remember his touch, his laugh, the quiet way he’d reassure her during nights like this. She wanted to believe Rio, to find comfort in her words, but the ache of Nicky’s absence was too raw, too present. “It’s just… sometimes, it feels like there’s a part of me that went with him.”

Rio tilted Agatha’s chin up gently, her gaze fierce yet filled with empathy. “You still carry him, Agatha. He’s in every act of love, every time you comfort mi cielo, every time you give of yourself even when it hurts. Nicky would be so proud of you for everything you are, and everything you’re becoming.”

Agatha’s eyes filled with tears, and she let them fall, silent yet heavy with the grief she’d been holding back. Rio pulled her into an embrace, grounding her, her arms strong and steady, as if she could anchor Agatha to the world again.

For a long while, they stood like that in the dim light, surrounded by quiet and loss, yet also by the bond they shared a bond born of love, even through the pain. Agatha knew she had to carry on, not just for you, but for Nicky’s memory and for the family they were still trying to build.

And maybe, with Rio by her side, she would find the strength to face each day anew.

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“I can’t forgive you. Not yet, anyway,” Agatha murmured, her voice laced with sorrow, her words hanging heavily between them. There was a deep sadness in her eyes, a glint of hurt that hadn’t yet softened, no matter how much time had passed.

Rio’s face softened, her usual confidence faltering as she held Agatha’s gaze. She nodded, understanding the weight of the pain she had caused, the way it still lingered, the wound not fully healed.

“But I will love you until the end of my days here on this earth,” Agatha continued, her voice breaking slightly as she brought her hands up to Rio’s face, her thumbs tracing the curve of Rio’s cheekbones with a gentleness that spoke of both love and longing.

Rio closed her eyes at the touch, feeling the warmth of Agatha’s palms against her skin. For a moment, it was as if the world fell away, leaving only the two of them, bound by love, loss, and the complicated history that lay between them. She knew Agatha’s forgiveness was not something that could be given lightly, nor something that could be hurried. Rio had hurt her, betrayed the trust they’d built, and she understood that forgiveness might never fully come.

“I don’t deserve you,” Rio whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with the weight of her own guilt. “But I’ll spend every moment of this life making it right, even if it takes until the end of time.”

Agatha leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Rio’s, their breaths mingling in the silence. It was a closeness that spoke of all the words they couldn’t bring themselves to say, of all the love that still pulsed between them despite everything.

They stayed like that, bound together, in a promise unspoken yet deeply understood: to hold each other, even when forgiveness felt far away, even when their hearts were heavy with grief. Because love, even in its most fractured form, was a lifeline neither of them could bear to sever.

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Fin <3

[fastlikealambo]

I HAVE UNDERSTOOD BLOOD.

A VAMPIRE!AGATHARIO X BLACK! FEM READER AU

Summary: For centuries, the men of western of the eastern and western wood have protected their sons and sacrificed their daughters to the vampires in exchange for a bountiful harvest.

You have stayed safe in secret but no longer.

The vampires Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal will have you now.

Sample chapter coming soon, use this post as a tag list so I know if you’d like to be tagged when in drops.

This will be an 18+ fic, minors DNI.

Opening Line: “There are no daughters in the western village.”

[fanofthings20]

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Masterlist

Hello fellow Nat stans, my name is Jordan [any pronouns] and this is a blog I use for writing and incorrect quotes :)

Requests are currently open and I love random asks/rambling in my inbox <3

Any fics will be under #natasharswifeywrites

My Ao3!

Natasha

How we were (& Melina Vostokoff)

Happy birthday, by the way (x reader)

Yelena

Take me home (& younger OC, platonic)

The end of us (& Vormir Natasha)

Wanda

Little red ❤️ (& daughter!reader)

AAA

It almost worked (Agathario)

MCU characters

We're the Avengers (Avengers high-school AU)

OCs

You let go (Red Room teen OC)

The Ethel incident (Nick Fury & teen OC, platonic)

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FIC LIBRARY

ROMANTIC / SMUT

WANDANAT —

You Are In Love, Run Away Toy (Dark), All Hail the Queens, Attention Stunt, The Devil’s Touch, Secret Takeaways, You Love Us (Dark), Aphrodisiac,

Anything For You (Natasha)

WANDA —

Bent Right to Your Wings, You’re Mine, Sparkling Scarlet (Masterlist), Professor Wanda Thoughts, The Art of Submission,

AGATHARIO —

You Should Have Listened, Sex Club, Sweet Flower, Let’s Get Screwed, Red Wine Supernova, Don’t They Know A Rabbits Can’t Cry, Sugar Mommy Au, Talk it Out, Lavender,

Dumb Baby (Agatha), I Didn't Do This (Rio),

CAROL —

Eye On the Prize, High On the Burn, Sugar Daddy Carol Danvers, Naughty Little Girl, Record Breaking, Impatient Acts: Part 2, You’ve Gone Soft, Danvers, I Hope You Don't Regret Me,

X-MEN —

You Smack Their Ass (Pt. 2), You Trip Well Staring at Them (Pt. 2), After Care (Emma Frost), Let Her Go (Emma Frost), X-Men w/ Pregnant Reader,

GROUP —

The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty (Kate, Carol, Wanda & Nat), Sugar Mommies - Masterlist (Carol, Wanda & Nat),

OTHERS -

Forgotten (Lena Luthor), Disobeying Orders (Maria Hill), Being Caught in the Act (Peter Parker), Mine (Lena Luthor), Don’t Touch Her (Tony x Stucky x Reader), Parenting (Tony x Stucky x Reader),

PLATONIC

AGATHARIO —

Baking Chaos, Lazy Sunday Morning, Sick Day Comforts, Rainy Day, The Storm and Revelations, Sleepless Nights, Unbreakable, Family Reunion, The Witches Road...Reunion, Seekest Thou the Road,

WANDANAT —

For You, Don’t Belong (Pt. 2), Still Works, Enough for You, Magic of Christmas, You Don’t Know Her (Reader x Agatha),

OTHERS —

Reckless (Sister Wanda), Stress (Sister Wanda), Mama Bear Sara (Sara Lance x Daughter), A Tutor (Supercorp Daughter), Adopted Teen (Lena Luthor),

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Lure of the Moonstone

Y/n = Your name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader!

The woods surrounding Westview were a haven for Y/n, especially on days when her curiosity felt like an itch she couldn’t scratch indoors. The towering trees swayed gently, their leaves whispering secrets only the wind could carry. The air was crisp, tinged with the earthy scent of fallen leaves. Her favorite time to explore was the late afternoon light casting golden streams through the canopy.

Her boots crunched softly on the path as she meandered deeper into the woods. She wasn’t looking for anything in particular, just enjoying the quiet solitude. But something drew her off the trail—a faint glimmer in the underbrush.

Kneeling down, she pushed aside the foliage to reveal a beautiful moonstone, its surface smooth and glowing faintly as if it held a piece of the moon itself. Enchanted by its beauty, Y/n couldn’t resist. She reached out and picked it up.

At first, it felt warm and comforting, as if the stone were greeting her. But the warmth quickly turned into something else. A sharp, invasive pull, like a siphon draining her very essence. Her breath hitched, and she stumbled back, clutching the stone as if letting go would somehow make it worse.

Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground, her vision blurring as the world around her tilted. The light from the stone pulsed erratically, its glow now menacing. The last thing she saw before darkness overtook her was the towering trees above, swaying as if mocking her.

In the Harkness-Vidal household, Agatha was in the middle of an intricate spell preparation when her connection to Y/n flared sharply. It wasn’t unusual for her to feel her daughter’s magic—a constant hum in her awareness. But this sudden, violent pull made her drop the herb she’d been grinding.

Her heart raced. “Y/n?” she called aloud, stepping away from her work.

Silence answered her.

The second wave hit her harder, a tug deep in her chest that sent panic coursing through her veins. She didn’t stop to think. Grabbing her coat, she used her magic to track the source of the disturbance.

When she arrived at the old oak grove, her heart plummeted. Y/n lay slumped against the tree’s roots, her body unnaturally still. The cursed moonstone rested in her hand, its glow faint but insidious.

Agatha knelt beside her daughter, her hands trembling as she cupped Y/n’s face. “No, no, no. Y/n, sweet girl, wake up. Mama’s here.”

Her voice cracked as she pried the moonstone from Y/n’s grasp. The moment her fingers touched it, a jolt of dark energy shot up her arm. She hissed in pain and dropped the cursed object, her magic flaring in defense. The stone pulsed threateningly on the ground, but her focus was on Y/n.

“Stay with me, baby,” she murmured, gathering Y/n into her arms. The girl’s skin was pale, her breaths shallow, and her normally vibrant magic was barely a flicker.

Agatha pressed her forehead against Y/n’s, her violet magic flaring around them as she channeled her own energy into her daughter. It was a delicate process, sustaining Y/n without overloading her weakened system.

One hand still glowing with magic, Agatha fumbled for her phone with the other and called Rio.

“Rio,” she said, her voice tight with fear. “I need you. The oak grove. Hurry.”

Rio arrived just as twilight began to creep over the woods, her basket of supplies swinging at her side. She spotted Agatha immediately, her wife’s figure hunched protectively over Y/n’s limp form.

“Agatha!” Rio called, rushing to their side. Her breath hitched when she saw Y/n’s pale face. “What happened?”

“That,” Agatha spat, nodding toward the moonstone lying nearby. “It’s cursed. It’s been draining her magic. I’m keeping her stable but can’t break it alone.”

Rio’s jaw tightened as she took in the scene. Without a word, she set her basket down and pulled out a sprig of rosemary, a piece of quartz, and a vial of salt.

“Hold her,” Rio said firmly. “I’ll take care of the stone.”

Agatha nodded, cradling Y/n closer. “I’ve got you, my little moonbeam,” she whispered, her voice breaking.

Rio knelt beside the moonstone, arranging her materials in a circle around it. Her lips moved in a low chant, the green glow of her magic spreading like roots through the soil. The moonstone resisted, pulsing violently as if it were alive. But Rio was unrelenting, her voice rising in strength and command.

The stone shuddered, its light faltering. It cracked with one final surge of magic, then crumbled into ash. The curse dissipated, leaving the grove eerily quiet.

Rio slumped back, breathing heavily. “It’s done,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Agatha looked down at Y/n, relief flooding her as her daughter stirred faintly in her arms. “Y/n? Can you hear me?”

“Mama…” Y/n’s voice was soft, but her eyes fluttered open, searching for Agatha’s face.

“I’m here, baby,” Agatha said, tears spilling over as she kissed Y/n’s forehead. “I’ve got you.”

Back at the house, Agatha carried Y/n to the master bedroom, her arms never loosening their grip. She eased onto the bed, propping herself against the headboard with Y/n curled in her lap.

“Mama…” Y/n murmured, her voice weak but full of trust.

“I’m right here,” Agatha whispered, brushing her fingers gently through Y/n’s hair. “You’re safe now, my love.”

Rio entered moments later with a warm mug of tea. She set it on the nightstand, climbed onto the bed, and settled beside Agatha. Her eyes softened as she took in the sight of her wife holding their daughter so protectively.

“She’ll be okay,” Rio said gently, leaning her head against Agatha’s shoulder. “She’s strong, just like her mamá.”

Agatha didn’t respond immediately, focusing entirely on Y/n’s even breaths. After a moment, she sighed. “I can’t lose her, Rio.”

“You won’t,” Rio said firmly. She shifted closer, wrapping an arm around Agatha’s waist. “Mi Vida, she’s safe. You saved her.”

Agatha’s shoulders trembled, and tears began to fall silently. She leaned into Rio, who pressed a kiss to her head. “Mi amor,” Rio murmured softly, running her fingers soothingly through Agatha’s hair. “She’s here. We’re all here.”

The room fell quiet as Agatha’s tears slowed. She leaned her head back against Rio’s shoulder, her arms still tightly around Y/n. Rio’s hand continued its comforting motions, her presence a grounding force.

Hours passed like this, the three of them cocooned in the safety of their shared love. As Y/n drifted deeper into sleep, Agatha whispered, “I’ll always protect you, my little moonbeam.”

Rio kissed her wife’s head again, whispering, “Siempre,” before tightening her embrace. Together, they watched over Y/n, the light of the moon streaming through the window, a quiet reminder of the bond that held them together.

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Echoes of the Past

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio X daughter!reader

The night had been peaceful. After a cozy movie marathon, Y/n lay fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in blankets. The soft glow of the TV cast shadows across her serene face as Agatha and Rio quietly gathered empty bowls and mugs, careful not to wake her.

“She’s growing up so fast,” Agatha whispered, her voice filled with pride and a touch of melancholy as she gazed at Y/n. “I feel like we’ve barely had any time.”

Rio smiled softly. “I know what you mean. It feels like just yesterday we were hiding from the world, wondering if we’d ever have a family at all.” She set a mug down I the shink, glancing at Agatha with a thoughtful, bittersweet look.

But before they could linger on the memories, a strange warmth began to ripple through the room, accompanied by a faint, otherworldly hum. The space around them warped and twisted, and when the haze lifted, they found themselves in a place all too familiar.

“Salem,” Agatha murmured, her heart racing as the past surged up to meet them. The cobblestone streets, earthy scents, and the oppressive silence transported them to a time long gone, a time when they were just beginning their journey together.

Rio looked around in awe, gripping Agatha’s hand. “We’re really here. This is… this is where it all started,” she whispered, her voice filled with reverence and wonder.

Before them, a younger version of Agatha stood in the shadows of the coven’s circle, barely more than a girl, her wild curls framing her nervous face. The younger Agatha watched the proceedings of the coven with a wary, guarded posture, clearly keeping herself at a safe distance from the others.

Rio squeezed Agatha’s hand, watching her own younger self step into the circle confidently, her head held high. “I remember this night,” she whispered, a faint smile on her lips. “The night I first saw you.”

Agatha watched her younger self with an aching heart. “I was drawn to you, even then,” she murmured, her gaze softening as she watched young Rio challenge the coven’s traditions with a boldness that had always set her apart.

They watched in silence as memories unfolded before them—stolen moments in the forest, whispered secrets, and soft laughter shared in hidden corners. Agatha and Rio exchanged glances, smiling as they relived their first moments of falling in love, the thrill of discovery, and the fierce loyalty that had bonded them together.

The scene shifted, and a chill filled the air. They found themselves in a dim, candle-lit chamber, watching young Agatha face her mother, Evanora, who loomed over her with a cold, disapproving glare.

“You are a disappointment,” Evanora spat, her words laced with venom. “A child born wrong, drawn to corruption and darkness.”

Agatha flinched at the memory of her mother’s hateful gaze. Rio moved her hands to rest on Agatha's waist, squeezing it, and she whispered fiercely, “You didn’t deserve that. She didn’t see who you truly were.”

A voice broke the silence in the memory—young Rio, stepping forward with fire in her eyes. “Leave her alone!” she shouted. “You’re supposed to be her mother. How can you speak to her like that?”

Evanora scoffed, dismissing young Rio with a wave. But the defiant look in Rio’s eyes never wavered, her strength radiating as she stood her ground. Watching, Agatha’s heart swelled with gratitude for Rio’s bravery. That night had been a turning point, the moment when she knew Rio would fight for her, no matter the cost.

Suddenly, the colors shifted, and the streets of Salem faded. They found themselves in a warm, softly lit apartment, surrounded by the sounds of the early 2000s. They looked around in awe, seeing themselves reflected in this new world—no longer the naive young women they had once been, but adults who had fought for their freedom.

Agatha turned to Rio, smiling as she looked her over. “We made it here together,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Rio nodded, brushing a strand of hair from Agatha’s face. “We really did.”

As they took in the cozy surroundings, they were drawn to a familiar figure—Agatha, visibly pregnant, seated comfortably on a couch. She wore a loose dress, her hand resting on her swollen belly as she exchanged soft smiles with Rio, who leaned close, tracing gentle patterns on her stomach.

Rio felt her eyes well with tears as she watched her younger self press a soft kiss to Agatha’s temple. “Do you remember this day?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Agatha nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I do. You’d spent all afternoon reading to me, trying to calm me down because I was so nervous because we were so close to her being born.”

“You were adorable when you were worried,” Rio teased, her eyes sparkling. “I’d never seen you that flustered before.”

“Are you saying you enjoyed it?” Agatha raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips.

Rio chuckled softly, drawing Agatha closer by her waist. “Maybe a little. But more than that, I was proud. We’d come so far… our little family, our life.”

Agatha leaned her forehead against Rio’s, their eyes locked. “I was so in love with you,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “I still am.”

Rio gently pulled Agatha into a kiss, their lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt moment. The world around them seemed to blur, but they were anchored in each other’s presence, wrapped in a love that had endured time and darkness.

But the peaceful scene didn’t last. A shadow loomed, and they found themselves transported again. Now, they stood in an alleyway, where a cloaked figure awaited—Evanora, her presence cold and menacing as she confronted young Rio.

“Do you really think you can protect her? Or the child?” Evanora’s voice dripped with malice. “Leave, or I’ll take the baby myself. Agatha will be broken, destroyed by what you’ve caused her to lose.”

Rio’s younger self looked at Evanora, horrified. She clutched her fists, struggling to hold back tears. “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but I would,” Evanora sneered, her gaze cold and unyielding. “And you’ll be the one to blame when Agatha loses everything.”

Agatha’s breath hitched, watching Rio’s struggle, the heartbreak etched on her face. Rio’s younger self was forced into an impossible choice, and they both knew the devastating outcome that followed.

The scene shifted once more, and they were back in their apartment. Young Agatha lay peacefully asleep, unaware of the storm about to descend upon her life. Baby Y/n, just a year old, slept soundly in a crib beside her, innocent and untouched by the darkness lurking outside.

Rio’s younger self stood over them, her face wet with silent tears. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s forehead, then turned to Agatha, her hand hovering over her beloved’s sleeping form. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, voice choked with grief. She stepped back, her eyes lingering on her family one last time before she slipped into the shadows, leaving behind a quiet, heartbroken goodbye.

As suddenly as it had begun, the visions stopped. Agatha and Rio found themselves back in their kitchen, the familiar hum of their home returning as though nothing had happened. But both of them stood in silence, still absorbing the weight of everything they’d seen.

Agatha turned to Rio, her voice trembling. “You didn’t leave because you couldn’t handle our life… you left because of her.”

Rio nodded, guilt and sorrow shadowing her gaze. “I thought it was the only way to keep you both safe. Evanora would have done anything to tear us apart. If I’d stayed, I would have put Y/n and you in danger. I thought… leaving would protect you.”

Agatha’s heart ached with the revelation, seeing Rio’s pain laid bare before her. She stepped forward, taking Rio’s face in her hands, gently wiping away a tear. “You should have told me,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with understanding.

“I didn’t want you to choose,” Rio whispered, her voice breaking. “You deserved to be free from her, free to live without that constant threat.”

They stood there, their foreheads resting against each other’s, allowing the silence to hold all the words they didn’t know how to say. Finally, Agatha leaned in, pressing her lips to Rio’s in a kiss filled with both sorrow and love, a promise to move forward together.

When they broke apart, Agatha took Rio’s hand, her gaze steady. “No more secrets, not between us.”

Rio nodded, squeezing her hand. “No more secrets.”

They looked to the living room, where Y/n lay undisturbed, peacefully sleeping. Relief filled them, but their peace was short-lived. A sinister laugh echoed through the room as they turned back, chilling them to the bone.

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The Witches Road...Reunion

Y/n = Your name

Alice Wu Gulliver x Fem!Harkness!Reader

Agathario x daughter!reader

The house fell silent, with only the sound of the timer’s incessant beeping filling the air. Y/n stood beside her girlfriend, Alice, watching her mother carefully from across the room.

"Did it work?" Agatha asked, glancing around before her eyes landed on her daughter, a hint of worry visible. Before Y/n could respond, the oven door creaked open, and Alice leaned forward, inspecting it. She shot a quick, questioning glance back at Y/n.

"Is that our exit?" Alice murmured, eyebrow raised. Y/n only shrugged, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

Lilia crouched down, peering at the oven door with clear reluctance. “I am not climbing into an oven. That happened to a friend once. She had a lovely home, too, and she…” Her words trailed off as a loud crash echoed, and water began pouring through the windows in violent waves.

Alice instinctively grabbed Y/n’s hand, tugging her away from the window. Y/n pulled back just as quickly, her gaze darting to Mrs. Davis, refusing to abandon her. “Help us with her!” Y/n called out, desperation edging her voice as the water climbed higher.

Agatha, ever stubborn, waved her arms dismissively. “Not a chance!” she yelled over the crashing waves, but her defiance faded as she looked into her daughter's determined eyes.

Teen jumped into the oven, tugging on Mrs. Davis’s arm. "We don't know what will happen if we leave her," he said urgently. Agatha finally stepped forward with a reluctant sigh, helping Y/n and Alice lift Mrs. Davis as Teen pulled her through the door. Alice turned back to Y/n, giving her a gentle smile.

“You next,” she said softly, a touch of encouragement in her voice. Y/n nodded, slipping into the oven and landing on the other side, the chill of the night air hitting her skin.

As the rest of the group stumbled out, Alice extended a warm hand to Y/n, who took it with a grateful smile, shivering from the cold. Alice immediately noticed and slipped her jacket off, heating it with a quick flick of her fingers before draping it around Y/n’s shoulders, pulling her close by the waist. Y/n felt the warmth from Alice’s touch seep into her, soothing her nerves.

The murmuring of voices around them brought the two back to reality. Agatha’s voice broke through, snide and teasing. “A little rusty there, Jen?” she remarked, unable to resist a jab.

Y/n rolled her eyes. She can’t go a single minute without insulting Jen, she thought, stifling a grin.

Jennifer scoffed, crossing her arms in defiance. “A little traitorous there, Agatha.”

Lilia cut in, her voice a calming presence. “Stop. We’re alive. We made it through the first test. Everyone is safe.”

Still on the ground and looking a bit rattled, Teen muttered, “Not everyone. Sharron’s dead.” Y/n’s face fell, her hand covering her mouth slightly as she absorbed the news. Her abilities as a healing witch allowed her to sense life forces around her, and now she understood the unsettling emptiness she had felt.

After a few moments of silence, Agatha glanced around, frowning in confusion. “Who’s Sharron?” Her obliviousness drew a few incredulous stares while Y/n barely stifled a laugh, biting her lip as she fought the inappropriate urge to giggle.

As the group dispersed, Teen began digging a grave for Sharron while Agatha checked on Mrs. Davis. Y/n watched quietly, standing close to Alice, who gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Once Agatha finished inspecting Mrs. Davis, the group debated whether they’d need a new green witch. Y/n sighed, her patience thinning, and moved to stand between Alice and her mother.

“Why don’t we just summon a backup green witch?” she suggested, her voice calm but firm.

“To the road?” Jen protested, throwing her an exasperated look. “There’s so much that could go wrong.”

Y/n’s mother didn’t hesitate, snapping, “So much has already gone wrong.” Agatha’s intense glare cut through the tension as she stepped protectively in front of her daughter. Alice reached out, gently pulling Y/n back to her side.

“I mean,” Agatha continued, her voice laden with sarcasm, “aren’t we all coven-less witches? By definition, rule-breakers, right?”

Lilia, always the voice of reason, interjected. “We’ll just have to be careful.”

“And specific,” Y/n added, nodding in agreement.

Agatha’s eyes softened with a rare trace of approval. “Yes. Well said.”

With a determined nod, Lilia asked, “Now, anybody got a spell book?” All eyes turned to Teen, who grinned and pulled out his well-worn book.

While the others began to prepare the ritual, Y/n knelt down, carefully clearing a space and drawing a shape on the ground. Agatha approached quietly, kneeling beside her daughter.

“Are you doing okay, sweetheart?” she asked softly.

Y/n looked up at her mother, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “As well as I can be.”

Agatha’s expression softened as she gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear, her thumb brushing against her cheek. “I want you to stay close to me or Alice. I can’t risk you getting hurt.”

Y/n’s heart warmed at the familiar concern in her mother’s voice. She nodded, whispering, “I know, Mama. I’ll stay close.” Agatha’s gaze lingered as she whispered, “That’s my girl.”

Finally, with the preparations complete, Alice took her place beside Y/n, who stood between Alice and Agatha. The two witches exchanged a reassuring smile before joining the others in summoning, chanting Latin phrases. Lilia went first, followed by Agatha, Y/n, Jen, and Alice. Agatha closed the Latin incantation with one last phrase, her voice resonating through the clearing.

Teen looked around eagerly. “Now what?”

“Now we wait. True witchcraft takes time,” Agatha explained, her voice laced with irritation. “The spell must marinate, gestate—”

But before she could finish, a hand shot up from the ground. The group gasped, and Agatha instinctively shoved Y/n behind her, ready to shield her daughter.

Jen’s face went pale as she stammered, “Agatha…what did you do?”

Agatha shot her an annoyed glare. “What do you mean, what did I do? This was very clearly a group effort.” Her grip on Y/n’s arm tightened protectively.

Teen’s voice piped up from the sidelines. “Did we just…turn Mrs. Hart into a zombie?” His eyes widened as the figure from the ground adjusted, popping bones back into place with an unsettling crack.

The face finally emerged, and Y/n’s heart skipped a beat. A small, elated smile crept across her face as she recognized the familiar features. Everyone else stared in stunned silence as the woman brushed her hair out of her face, a teasing grin spreading across her lips.

“Heard you guys were having a party,” she announced a playful glint in her eyes.

Agatha’s eyes narrowed, her voice tense. “How did you—”

The woman cut her off with a casual shrug. “I was in the neighborhood.” She extended a hand, conjuring a small flower. “Surprise…m’lady.”

Y/n barely stifled a giggle as Agatha’s face twisted with frustration. Agatha’s hand shot out, but before she could attack, the others rushed forward to hold her back. Y/n took a cautious step back, watching the scene unfold with amusement.

Agatha stormed off in a huff, Teen trailing after her, attempting to calm her down. Y/n hung back, sensing her mother needed a moment alone. The others turned back to the woman, who smirked as she introduced herself. “Sup. The name’s Rio.”

The woman’s gaze softened when it landed on Y/n. Her eyes glistened as she gently touched Y/n’s face, her voice barely a whisper. “Mi hermosa hija.”

Y/n felt warmth flood her chest, and she whispered, “Hi, Mami.” She wrapped her arms around her mother, breathing in the familiar scent and comfort. Rio held her tightly, cradling the back of Y/n’s head, her fingers running soothingly through her hair.

As they pulled apart, Y/n let out a soft sigh. “I’ve missed you, Mami.”

Rio’s voice trembled slightly, her eyes shining. “Oh, Dulce niña, I’ve missed you too. It’s been far too long.”

They walked in silence for a moment, and Y/n broke the quiet. “It’s been over 300 years. The night you…you took Nicky.” Her voice wavered as she put a bit of distance between them, unable to keep the memories at bay.

Rio’s face fell as she started, “Y/n, I…” But before she could finish, they reached Agatha and Teen. Y/n glanced back, catching Alice walking away. Concern flashing across her face, she quickly ran after her girlfriend while Rio’s brow furrowed in confusion.

Agatha intercepted Rio, giving her a look that spoke volumes. “Don’t,” she warned quietly, her tone protective as she passed by, following her daughter.

Y/n caught up to Alice, wrapping her hand around Alice’s and gently tugging her to a stop. She could see the tension in Alice’s face, the way her gaze drifted somewhere far off, clearly lost in thought.

“Alice,” Y/n murmured, squeezing her hand gently. “What’s going on?”

Alice sighed, glancing away. “It’s just… this next house, these tests… it’s getting to me. And knowing the Ballad of the Witches' Road by heart—it’s hard not to let it mess with my head, especially after hearing it my whole life.” She paused, a face full of pain.

Y/n’s heart softened as she watched her girlfriend struggle. It was a secret that she, Agatha, and her younger brother Nicky had written that ballad, piecing together truths, legends, and warnings. Only they knew its full history, but over the years, the ballad had spread and morphed into something darker, becoming the stuff of legends. Lorna’s popular recording had cemented it in the minds of every witch, and now, it seemed to haunt Alice even more.

“I know how much the song weighs on you,” Y/n said gently. “But remember, just because Lorna recorded it doesn’t mean she knows what it’s really about. You and I both know that there’s more to it than any version out there.”

Alice let out a slow breath, her gaze meeting Y/n’s. “So you’re saying there’s hope?” she asked, her voice soft but hesitant. “That maybe things don’t have to be like the song says?”

Y/n smiled, her eyes warm and sure. “Exactly. We know more than the song, Alice. The real story isn’t about fear, traps, or hopelessness—it’s about making our own path. And I’m right here with you. We’re writing this story our way.”

Alice’s gaze softened, and her usual spark returned, even if just a little. “I think I can get through it as long as we’re together. But promise me you won’t go anywhere.”

Y/n nodded, leaning forward, and softly kissed Alice's forehead. “Promise. We’ll rewrite this road ourselves.”

Alice’s shoulders relaxed, a small smile appearing. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go. And… thanks for reminding me who really wrote the ballad.”

They walked back to the group hand in hand, each a little more ready to face the dark and twisting path ahead, and each comforted by the knowledge that they would forge their own way through it.

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The Storm and Revelations

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

It was a perfect autumn day in Westview, making the whole town seem as if it had been plucked straight out of a postcard. The air was cool and crisp, but the sun's warmth kept the slight chill at bay. Orange and red leaves drifted gently through the air as families bustled toward the town square for the annual Harvest Festival.

Agatha and Y/n agreed to meet with their neighbors, Wanda and Vision, along with their twin sons, Billy and Tommy, for an afternoon of games, food, and laughter. Y/n, eager to escape the house's stillness, had convinced her mother to come out, even though Agatha had initially grumbled about being surrounded by mortals for hours.

"You're cheery this morning," Agatha teased as they approached the event. Her lips curved upward in amusement as she caught sight of Y/n's eager pace. "What, no moody teenage brooding today?"

Y/n rolled her eyes but smiled back. "I thought it'd be nice to get out for once and enjoy the day." She adjusted the scarf around her neck, trying to hide her excitement.

"Just so we're clear," Agatha added with a sly smirk, "if you end up covered in caramel or dragged into a pie-eating contest, you're on your own."

Y/n snorted. "I'll keep that in mind."

As they walked, they spotted Wanda and Vision waiting by the festival entrance, and Billy and Tommy were already running ahead toward the booths.

"There you are!" Wanda called out, waving enthusiastically. She looked radiant in her red jacket, her auburn hair catching the sunlight. "I thought you two were going to ditch us."

"You know me, darling. Never one to miss out on a spectacle," Agatha replied, her tone playful but with that edge of dry humor Wanda had grown used to.

Vision smiled warmly, ever the picture of calm and composed. "The boys have been talking about this all week. They may exhaust themselves before we even reach the games."

"They're kids," Y/n said with a chuckle. "I doubt anything could tire them out."

With that, they all headed deeper into the festival grounds. The town square was alive with activity. Booths lined the streets, offering games such as tossing rings or popping balloons to win prizes. Food stalls filled the air with the mouthwatering scents of kettle corn, roasted nuts, and apple cider. A local band played upbeat folk tunes from a stage at the center of the square.

Billy and Tommy were already darting between booths, dragging Y/n along.

"I bet you can't hit all three targets!" Billy shouted over his shoulder, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, you're on!" Y/n called back, laughing as she followed.

Agatha watched them go, her usual aloof exterior softening slightly. "She's been spending too much time with those two troublemakers," she remarked to Wanda.

Wanda chuckled, her eyes following the kids as well. "They bring out the best in her."

The group spent the next hour enjoying the festival. Billy and Tommy pulled Y/n into nearly every game while Vision dutifully carried their growing pile of prizes. Agatha and Wanda strolled behind, occasionally stepping in when the twins tried to use their powers to cheat.

"Not so fast," Wanda chided when Tommy attempted to use a burst of speed to swipe an extra prize. He flashed her an innocent grin, but she wagged her finger at him. "Play fair, or we're leaving early."

It was all going perfectly. Everyone was laughing, eating, and just enjoying the carefree day. But then, without warning, the mood shifted.

Dark clouds rolled in overhead, casting long shadows across the town square. The once lively chatter of the crowd grew tense as a biting chill swept through the air.

Y/n, standing near one of the booths with Billy and Tommy, looked up at the sky, frowning. "That's weird," she muttered. "There wasn't any storm in the forecast."

Agatha's eyes narrowed, and her senses were immediately on high alert. "Wanda," she murmured, stepping closer to her friend. "This storm... it's not just weather."

Wanda looked up as well, her expression hardening. "I know. Something's off."

The wind began to pick up, stirring the leaves into a frenzied dance around the festival. The once lively chatter of the crowd grew tense as families started packing up, rushing to get away from the brewing storm.

"We need to get the kids inside," Vision said, his calm demeanor slipping as he noticed the growing agitation in the crowd.

"Our house is closest," Agatha said quickly, moving toward the square's edge. "Follow me."

They gathered the children, looking around with wide, confused eyes, and rushed toward Agatha and Y/n's home. The storm seemed to chase them, the wind howling at their backs as they hurried up the front steps.

Agatha waved her hand, the front door swinging open just as the first raindrops began to fall. They all rushed inside, slamming the door behind them just as the sky opened with thunder.

The sudden silence inside the house was jarring. The thick walls muffed the storm outside, leaving the group standing in a heavy, tense quiet. Agatha took a deep breath, her sharp senses scanning the house, ensuring they were alone.

Or at least, that's what she thought.

"Mom?" Y/n's voice cut through the silence, confusion lacing her tone.

Agatha turned toward her daughter and immediately felt the air leave her lungs. Sitting casually on the couch, as if she had been waiting for them all along, was a woman Agatha hadn't seen in years.

Rio.

Agatha's ex-wife and Y/n's other mother.

For a moment, Agatha felt time slow down. Her heart raced a mixture of shock, anger, and something more profound-something she had long since buried-rising to the surface. Rio hadn't changed much. Her long dark hair framed her face, her eyes sharp and calculating, just as they had been the day she left. But there was something different now, an edge of weariness, perhaps regret, that Agatha couldn't quite place.

Rio's eyes flicked up from where she sat, landing directly on Agatha. "Hello, Agatha."

Agatha's breath caught in her throat, and her entire body went rigid. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was sharp, laced with a barely concealed fury.

The tension in the room was palpable. Everyone remained still as they sensed the sudden shift. Wanda glanced at Vision and then at Agatha, reading the unspoken energy between the two women. Something was wrong.

"Let's give them some space," Wanda said gently, herding Billy, Tommy, and Y/n toward the kitchen. Y/n tried to protest, her eyes wide with confusion, but Wanda shook her head. "Come on, let's make some hot chocolate. Agatha will explain later."

Reluctantly, Y/n followed, though her eyes kept darting back to the woman on the couch-the woman she didn't know but who, somehow, seemed to know her mother very well.

Once they were out of earshot, Agatha crossed her arms tightly over her chest, her magic sparking faintly at her fingertips. "I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing here, Rio?"

Rio stood slowly, her movements graceful but deliberate. "I came to see my daughter."

Agatha's expression hardened. "She's not your daughter anymore. You left. You gave up that right."

Rio's eyes softened slightly, though there was a steely determination behind them. "I never wanted to leave her-or you."

Agatha's breath hitched at that admission. Her pulse quickened, and her heart raced. "What?"

"I never stopped loving you," Rio said, her voice soft but firm. "Not for a second. Leaving you both... was the hardest thing ever, and I regret it daily."

Agatha's chest tightened. It had been years since Rio walked away, years since she had allowed herself to think about the love they once shared. Hearing Rio admit she still loved her stirred emotions Agatha had tried so hard to bury. She clenched her fists, willing her magic to calm, but it flared at her fingertips, betraying her inner turmoil.

"Then why?" Agatha demanded, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "If you loved us so much, why did you leave?"

Rio's eyes filled with regret, her posture stiffening slightly. "I didn't have a choice. There were... forces at play, things I couldn't control. I thought I was protecting you and Y/n."

Agatha's laugh was bitter and sharp. "Protecting us? By abandoning us?"

Rio winced, her expression pained. "I didn't want to. But I thought if I stayed, I would bring danger to our door. I thought leaving was the only way to keep you safe."

Agatha shook her head, her anger and pain swirling in her emotions. "You should have trusted me. We could have handled it together."

"I know," Rio said quietly. "I realize now that I made the wrong choice. I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I did was hurt the two people I love most in this world."

Agatha's heart clenched at those words, their weight pressing down on her chest. She had been so angry for so long, so focused on protecting Y/n from the pain of losing her other mother. But now, standing here, hearing Rio admit her regret, Agatha felt something inside her shift-just a little.

Rio took a tentative step closer, her eyes searching Agatha's face. "I'm not asking for forgiveness. I know I don't deserve that. But I'm here now, and I want to make things right. For Y/n. And for us."

Agatha swallowed hard, her mind racing. She didn't know if she could ever truly forgive Rio for leaving, but she also knew that Y/n deserved the truth, even if it was painful. And maybe, just maybe, there was a part of her that still cared for Rio despite everything.

"I don't trust you," Agatha finally said, her voice steady but cold. "But for Y/n's sake, I'll give you a chance to explain. Just know this-if you hurt her again, I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it."

Rio nodded, her expression softening. "I understand."

Just then, the kitchen door creaked open, and Y/n poked her head out. Her eyes flicked nervously between her mother and the strange woman in their living room, and she cautiously made her way into the room and toward her mother.

"Mom?" Y/n asked hesitantly, her voice small. "Who is she?"

Agatha's heart clenched as she looked at her daughter standing there. She was so young and vulnerable, unaware of the complicated history she was now caught in.

Taking a deep breath, Agatha met her daughter's gaze. "Y/n... this is Rio. She's-" Her voice wavered momentarily, and then she steadied herself. "She's your other mother."

The room fell into an almost suffocating silence as Y/n's eyes widened in shock, her gaze shifting between Agatha and Rio. "My other mother?" she said barely above a whisper. "But... I don't remember her."

"I know," Agatha said softly, gently stepping forward to place a hand on Y/n's shoulder. "She left when you were very young."

Y/n's gaze snapped back to Rio, her expression a mixture of confusion, hurt, and something else-something Agatha recognized all too well. "Why?" Y/n asked, her voice trembling. "Why did you leave?"

Rio took a step forward, her face etched with guilt. "I... it isn't straightforward. I didn't want to leave, but I had to. I thought I was protecting you."

"Protecting me?" Y/n echoed, her eyes narrowing. "From what?"

"That's enough for now," Agatha interjected, sensing that Y/n wasn't ready to hear the truth yet. "We'll talk more later. But for now, know that I've always been here for you. And I always will be."

Y/n looked between them again, still reeling from the revelation. She bit her lip, then nodded slowly. "Okay."

Agatha smiled gently, pulling her daughter into a protective hug. Over Y/n's shoulder, she locked eyes with Rio, her expression hardening again. Whatever Rio's reasons for leaving, whatever danger she thought was coming, Agatha wouldn't let her hurt Y/n again.

No matter what.

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Mother's Instinct

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Westview had always been a place of quiet, tucked between sprawling woods and serene skies. But this morning, Agatha felt a shift in the air. It was subtle, a stirring beneath the usual hum of life—a cold, prickling sense that seeped through the town. Agatha knew her magic well and knew the shape and rhythm of Westview’s energy, but this was a twisted, foreign presence, like a shadow looming just out of sight.

Agatha stood by the kitchen window, her fingers wrapped tightly around her mug of tea. The morning sunlight spilled through the glass, warming her face, but she couldn’t shake the chill in her bones.

Behind her, soft footsteps padded into the room. “Cariño?” Rio’s voice was low and careful, but there was an edge to it, a shared unease. She came up behind her wife, slipping her arms around Agatha’s waist and resting her chin on her shoulder. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

Agatha nodded, her gaze fixed outside. “There’s something out there,” she murmured, her voice taut with worry. “It’s magic—but darker, twisted in a way I haven’t sensed before.”

Rio pressed her cheek to Agatha’s shoulder, letting the steady heartbeat beneath her ear calm her own nerves. “Do we need to tell Y/n?” she asked softly.

Before Agatha could respond, Y/n came bounding into the kitchen. She had that gleam of excitement in her eyes, the one she always wore at the promise of a new adventure. She came up beside them, barely able to contain herself. “Mom, I felt something, too! There’s something in Westview, and it’s close!” Her words tumbled out, barely giving her mothers a chance to respond.

Agatha and Rio shared a look. Y/n’s eagerness was familiar; Agatha had felt that same thrill of discovery in her youth. But this was different, and she wanted to protect her daughter from its reach.

“Y/n, listen,” Agatha began, her tone gentle but firm. “Whatever’s out there, it isn’t a simple magical anomaly. This is dark magic, the kind that lingers.”

Y/n’s excitement dimmed slightly, but her resolve only seemed to deepen. “I know, Mom. But I can help! I’m not the same kid you had to protect from every spell gone wrong. I’ve been training. I can handle this.”

Agatha sighed, glancing at Rio. Her own protective instincts flared, but Rio’s expression softened, nodding in agreement with Agatha. They knew how capable Y/n had become, yet nothing could override their need to shield her from harm.

“We trust you, Y/n. But a mother’s instinct is a powerful thing,” Rio said, her voice warm but unyielding. “And right now, ours are telling us this is not something you should face.”

Y/n looked at her moms, reading the determination in their eyes. She wanted to argue, to push her way into the fight that awaited, but the fierce protectiveness she saw made her pause. Her moms were more than just powerful witches—they were warriors, protectors, and the cornerstones of her world. As much as she wanted to prove herself, she couldn’t bring herself to push them any further.

“Fine,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “But you have to let me help if things get bad.”

Agatha smiled, placing a gentle hand on her daughter’s cheek. “Deal.”

As evening fell, Westview’s quiet streets darkened, the town’s edges sinking into shadow as the sun disappeared beyond the trees. Agatha and Rio moved swiftly, their expressions sharp and determined, and every sense heightened as they approached the woods where the disturbance was strongest.

Y/n watched them from the edge of the yard, her heart pounding with a mix of pride and worry. She could see the fierce protectiveness in her mother’s eyes, and despite her frustration, she knew they were right to be cautious.

“Stay here,” Agatha had instructed her before they left, and though every fiber of her being wanted to join them, Y/n held her ground, watching as they ventured deeper into the trees.

The woods at the edge of town were dark, cloaked in a mist that clung to the trees like a shroud. Agatha and Rio moved through it silently, the pulse of their combined magic lighting their path, a steady glow in the dim, eerie darkness.

They felt it at the heart of the woods—the source of the disturbance, pulsing with dark energy. The shadows seemed to thicken around them, forming into a towering, amorphous figure that shimmered and shifted with a life of its own. The air was cold and biting as if drained of all warmth.

Agatha held up a hand, creating a protective barrier between them and the entity. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the silence.

The figure didn’t respond, but the dark energy radiating from it grew sharper, colder. It shifted, coiling like smoke, a twisted sneer forming where its face might have been.

Rio stepped forward, her expression hardening. “You’ve trespassed in our home,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “Whatever you are, you aren’t welcome here.”

She raised her hand with a swift, precise motion, sending a wave of magic crashing into the figure. The wave collided with the shadowy form, briefly dispersing it, but it quickly reformed, surging forward with a force that sent a shudder through the air.

Agatha joined her, her own magic flaring to life, weaving seamlessly with Rio’s as they pushed back against the dark energy. Their combined power illuminated the clearing, a dazzling display of light against the encroaching darkness.

But the entity was relentless. Its gaze shifted, sensing a different source of magic on the edge of the clearing—Y/n. In an instant, a tendril of dark energy shot out, aimed directly at her.

Agatha’s heart dropped as she sensed the attack, moving before she could think. She hurled herself in front of the dark blast, her body absorbing the force meant for her daughter. The magic hit her like a wave, knocking her to the ground, the impact draining her energy and weakening her.

“Mama!” Y/n’s voice rang out, breaking the stillness as she darted into the clearing, her eyes wide with horror as she saw Agatha on the ground.

Agatha lifted a trembling hand, her face pale as she forced out, “Y/n, stay back! Don’t—come… closer.”

Y/n stopped, torn between obeying her mother’s words and rushing forward to help. Her fists clenched, and she willed herself to stay where she was, her heart pounding in her chest.

Seeing Agatha hurt sent a jolt of raw fury through Rio. Her expression hardened, her jaw clenching as her magic pulsed, swelling with a fierce, protective power. She turned back toward the shadowy figure, her entire body vibrating angrily.

“How dare you to touch her,” Rio growled, her voice deadly calm yet brimming with barely contained fury. She unleashed a wave of crackling blue magic that burst forward, slamming into the entity with a force that shook the ground beneath them. The dark figure twisted, convulsed, and then shattered under the weight of Rio’s power, dissipating into thin wisps of shadow that faded into the night.

Only silence remained, the oppressive darkness of the woods lifting as the last of the entity’s energy faded away.

Rio spun around, her magic still radiating from her in waves as she rushed over to Agatha. She knelt by her wife, her hands trembling as she placed them on Agatha’s shoulders, checking her over with a worried, frantic gaze.

“Mi Amor, are you alright?” Rio’s voice was thick with worry, her earlier fury melting into concern as she examined her wife.

Agatha offered a weak smile, wincing slightly as she lifted herself up. “I’m fine. A little roughed up, but I’ve been through worse.”

Y/n, unable to hold back any longer, rushed forward and joined them, kneeling beside her mothers. She placed a gentle hand on Agatha’s arm, relief flooding her features. “Mama, are you sure you’re okay?”

Agatha nodded, reaching out to tuck a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear. “I’m okay, baby. Your mom took care of it.”

Rio softened, her fierce expression giving way to a loving smile as she glanced between her wife and daughter. She wrapped her arms around them both, pulling them close. “I’d face a thousand threats to keep you both safe,” she murmured, her voice a promise. Rio stood and helped Agatha up off the ground. 

The adrenaline from the battle had begun to wear off, leaving Agatha feeling the full weight of the magic she’d used—and the hit she’d taken. Rio’s arm was steady around her waist as they made their way back through the woods, the familiar path to their home bringing a much-needed sense of comfort.

“Lean on me, Mi Amor,” Rio whispered softly, her tone soothing as she guided her wife over the uneven ground. “Almost there.”

Agatha managed a smile, though her legs felt heavy, and her magic reserves were nearly drained. “I should be saying that to you, you know,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over Rio’s hand.

“Tonight, I’m the muscle,” Rio said with a small smirk, giving Agatha’s waist a gentle squeeze. “You just focus on putting one foot in front of the other.”

Y/n trailed close behind them, her eyes fixed on Agatha with concern. She’d never seen her mama look so worn, but watching the quiet strength Rio showed in helping her had softened the earlier anxiety. By the time they reached the house, Y/n was right at her mother’s side, gently helping her up the steps and into the cozy warmth of their home.

Once inside, Rio helped Agatha to the bedroom, easing her onto the bed. “Rest,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to Agatha’s forehead. “I’ll be back with something to help.”

Y/n moved closer to her mom as Rio slipped out off to the kitchen. She felt the blanket's comforting weight and settled beside Agatha on the bed. She reached out, squeezing Agatha’s hand. “You scared me, you know,” Y/n admitted, her voice a soft murmur.

Agatha gently squeezed her daughter’s hand, offering a reassuring smile. “I know, darling. But that’s what your mom and I are here for—to keep you safe.” She reached up, brushing a strand of hair from Y/n’s face, her expression tender. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

Y/n nodded, her face softening as she curled beside Agatha, laying her head on her mom’s shoulder. “Me too.” She reached for the remote on the bedside table and turned on the small TV, picking a favorite movie and letting the familiar scenes unfold to help ease both their minds.

It wasn’t long before Rio returned, holding a small glass vial filled with a warm, golden liquid. She paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of Agatha and Y/n nestled together under the blankets, the soft glow from the TV casting a gentle light over them. Her heart swelled at the sight—these two people were her entire world.

“Alright,” she said, crossing over to the bed with a warm smile. “I brewed up something to help with that magic drain, Mi Amor.” She gently handed her the vial, brushing her fingers over Agatha’s hand as she did so.

Agatha took the potion gratefully, raising it in a mock toast. “Here’s to your potion skills, Chérie.” She downed it in one quick swallow, wincing as the bitter taste hit her tongue but already feeling the warmth of the magic-infused mixture spreading through her, replenishing her strength.

Y/n watched the exchange with a small smile, nestling herself deeper into Agatha’s side. “Does that mean Mama's back to full strength now?” she asked, her eyes glancing between her moms.

Rio chuckled, climbing onto the bed beside them. “It’ll help, but it takes time to heal fully. Good thing you two have nowhere to be but right here.” She wrapped an arm around Agatha’s shoulders, pulling her close and brushing a kiss to her temple.

Agatha leaned into the touch, her body finally relaxing as she rested her head on Rio’s shoulder. “Right here,” she murmured, wrapping an arm around Y/n and pulling her closer.

Together, they lay wrapped in each other’s warmth, the stress of the evening fading under the comfort of their bond. The movie played softly in the background, but none of them paid much attention; this moment was all that mattered.

Rio’s hand gently smoothed over Agatha’s shoulder, tracing small circles, while her other hand gently rested over Y/n’s. Agatha closed her eyes, letting the comfort of her family surround her, the three of them cocooned in the warmth of the blanket and the love they’d woven together over the years.

They simply lay there for a while, taking in the quiet, steady beat of each other’s presence, no words necessary.

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Candlelit Blanket Fort Night

y/n = your name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Rain tapped against the windows, steady and soothing, as Y/n smiled to herself. She sprinted toward the linen closet, gathering blankets and a few spare pillows, her arms full as she stumbled back into the living room. This was going to be perfect.

Just as she was setting up, Rio wandered in, eyebrows raised at the blankets and chairs forming a small fortress. "What are you up to?" she asked, watching with amusement as Y/n carefully draped one blanket over the arm of a chair.

Y/n's grin widened. "Building a blanket fort! Mama and I used to do this whenever it stormed," she explained. "I was terrified of thunder, so she'd help me set up these little forts, and we'd read stories or watch movies until I fell asleep."

Rio's face softened at the thought, her usual composure giving way to something warmer, almost wistful. "I think I missed out on something truly special. Want to show me how it's done?"

Y/n nodded enthusiastically, and together. They set to work, Y/n eagerly explaining her process. "So, the trick is making sure everything's secure. We don't want it collapsing in the middle of the night," she said, adjusting a blanket corner over a chair. She pulled in another chair, angling it carefully to support the fort's shape, while Rio held down one edge to ensure it stayed put.

"Good thinking," Rio murmured, a small smile playing on her lips as she held the blankets in place. "It's like you've done this a thousand times."

"I kinda have," Y/n chuckled. "Mama was the expert, though. She always knew just how to make it feel cozy. Oh! We need the lights." She grabbed a string of fairy lights from a drawer, winding them carefully through the edges of the blanket fort, the tiny bulbs casting a soft glow over the makeshift space.

Rio examined their handiwork with approval. "It's... magical," she said, sounding almost surprised. She ducked into the fort and settled onto a pile of pillows, patting the space beside her. Y/n followed, curling beside her mom as they basked in the gentle light.

As the rain pattered against the roof, Y/n shifted, glancing at Rio. "Did you and Mama ever do this sort of thing?"

Rio looked thoughtful, the faintest hint of nostalgia crossing her face. "Well... in a way," she admitted. "Back in Salem, we didn't have fairy lights or movies. But we'd gather candles and tuck ourselves into a corner of our cabin. The fort was more like a lean-to—just old quilts and worn blankets. But it felt like our little world, where we could escape from everything."

Y/n's eyes widened, picturing the scene. "You and Mama in the middle of Salem, hiding away with candles. That's amazing." She leaned her head against Rio's shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. "I wish I could've seen it."

Rio wrapped an arm around her daughter, holding her close. "In a way, you're seeing it now. It's different, but that same kind of magic is here—with you."

They sat in companionable silence, the sounds of rain and their gentle breathing filling the fort. They shared stories, laughed, and eventually just lay back, basking in the warmth and peace. After a while, Y/n's eyes began to grow heavy, and she shifted, nestling into Rio's shoulder. Rio brushed a hand over Y/n's hair, her gaze softening as she took in her daughter's peaceful expression. Y/n was fast asleep in a few minutes, the rain acting as her lullaby.

Hours later, Agatha stepped quietly into the house, soaked from her magic retreat and still carrying the crispness of the night air with her. She noticed the dim glow from the living room, curiosity drawing her closer. What she saw stopped her in her tracks: the blanket fort, softly lit by fairy lights, and inside, Rio and Y/n curled up together, fast asleep.

Agatha stood there for a moment, drinking in the scene, her heart swelling. She had shared countless blanket fort nights with Y/n, but to see Rio here now, sharing this tradition filled her with a joy she hadn't expected. It felt like her past and present had finally come together, forming something whole.

She stepped closer, carefully tucking a stray blanket corner around them to keep them warm. She noticed how Y/n's hand rested on Rio's arm as if seeking comfort even in her sleep, and Agatha's chest tightened with love. She gently brushed a few strands of hair away from Y/n's face, her fingers lingering momentarily, tracing the familiar contours of her daughter's peaceful expression.

Rio stirred slightly, her eyes opening briefly. She met Agatha's gaze, her expression soft and warm. They exchanged a silent smile, sharing a moment of understanding. Rio's hand gently closed over Y/n's, and she settled back down, her eyes fluttering shut again.

Agatha straightened, feeling her heart nearly burst with gratitude. She quietly stepped back, leaving them as they were, cocooned in their own world. She slipped down the hall, her footsteps light as she retreated to her room. She couldn't wait to hear every detail of their night together and share in the happiness they had found.

In her bed, Agatha lay awake a while longer, a smile still lingering on her lips. The rain continued to fall, and the house felt warmer, filled with the love of the family they had worked so hard to rebuild.

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Dreamcatcher Crafting Night

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader!

Y/n’s restless nights had been following her for over a week now. She brushed off the worry when her mothers asked about her sleep, saying it was nothing. But the truth was that something dark seemed to lurk just beyond her reach, pulling her from sleep repeatedly. So tonight, when she shuffled into the living room with another yawn, she wasn’t surprised to see her moms exchanging concerned glances over her tired face.

“Couldn’t sleep again, sweet girl?” Agatha asked softly, her eyes filled with understanding as she wrapped an arm around Y/n’s shoulders.

Y/n leaned into her mother’s warmth, nodding. “It’s just…every time I close my eyes, it’s like there’s something there. Like I can’t shake it off.”

Rio’s brow furrowed as she brushed a gentle hand along Y/n’s arm. “Then we’re going to help you. Together.”

Agatha’s eyes lit up as an idea formed. “How about a little crafting session?” she said warmly. “We’ll make some dreamcatchers and fill them with some magic.”

Y/n’s eyes brightened with curiosity. “Dreamcatchers? I haven’t made one since I was little.”

“Not just any dreamcatchers,” Agatha replied with a wink. “We’ll add protective spells. It’ll be something special, just for you.”

Rio smiled and stood up, heading toward the storage closet. “I think I have the perfect materials in here,” she said, gathering an assortment of hoops, threads, beads, and feathers from the shelves. The supplies, organized in neat rows, felt like they were waiting for this very night. She placed them all on the coffee table, which quickly transformed into a crafting station under the cozy glow of the living room lights.

As they started, Agatha sat beside Y/n, gently guiding her daughter’s hands through the steps of creating the dreamcatcher’s web. “Start with the hoop and thread,” she said softly, looping the thread through the frame with expert hands. “Each knot you make is a promise of peace. Every thread connects to the next, like a spider’s web. Imagine it catching anything harmful before it can reach you.”

Y/n looped the thread carefully through the hoop, her brow furrowing in concentration as she tied the first knot. Agatha watched with a warm smile, occasionally reaching over to adjust a thread here or there, blessing each movement with quiet words of protection.

Rio picked up the delicate feathers and beads as they worked, adding them to the dreamcatcher with a practiced touch. She threaded in a small blue feather, tying it gently in place as she murmured, “Feathers to guide good dreams toward you, mi amor.”

The rhythmic act of crafting filled Y/n with a quiet peace. Each gentle instruction from her mothers and each touch of their hands reassured her. Little by little, the feeling of safety settled into her, filling her heart with warmth.

After a moment, Rio carefully added a silver moon charm to the hoop, brushing her thumb over it before passing it to Y/n. “This will help light up the darkness,” she whispered, placing it in her daughter’s hand. “Just remember that nothing can reach you here. We’re here to protect you.”

Y/n nodded, watching Agatha reach for a tiny crystal that glowed faintly in the soft light. “And this little one,” Agatha murmured, threading it into the web, “will catch anything that doesn’t belong and send it right back where it came from. A little ward, just for you.”

Feeling their shared care in every twist of thread and every added charm, Y/n’s heart filled with gratitude. The simplicity of creating something so meaningful together was a quiet, grounding reminder that she was loved and protected.

When the dreamcatchers were finally finished, Rio held one up, inspecting it with a proud smile. “Perfect, cariño,” she said, brushing a hand along Y/n’s cheek. “You made something beautiful, and it’ll protect you. Nothing will get through this.”

Y/n smiled, admiring the intricate design of her own handiwork, guided and shaped by her mother’s care. Y/n walked back upstairs to her room, and both her mothers followed after they cleaned everything up. Y/n carefully hung it above her bed, watching the delicate feathers and beads sway softly in the dim light.

After it was set, Agatha and Rio stayed close by her side, watching her settle under the covers. Y/n felt a warmth spread through her as she lay back, watching the dreamcatcher cast faint shadows on the walls. Agatha sat beside her, smoothing her hair back, her eyes warm with love. “Just close your eyes, sweet girl. Nothing will hurt you,” she murmured, her voice like a lullaby.

Rio sat on the other side, taking Y/n’s hand in hers, her thumb rubbing gentle circles over her knuckles. “We’re right here, my love,” she said, her words soft but steady. “Just let yourself rest.”

Y/n’s heart settled into a gentle rhythm as she closed her eyes, surrounded by the gentle presence of both her mothers. She felt Agatha’s hand gently brushing through her hair as Rio leaned over to press a kiss to the top of her head, grounding her in their warmth. With each soft word of reassurance, the tension in her body finally melted away.

Gradually, Y/n’s breathing evened out as sleep pulled her in. But her mothers stayed by her side, watching over her with tender patience until they drifted off. Eventually, Rio and Agatha lay on either side of Y/n, their hands intertwined across her, forming a shield of warmth and love.

The dreamcatcher above them swayed softly in the dark, casting its gentle, protective spell over the family. For the first time in weeks, Y/n’s dreams were filled with nothing but light and warmth, and her heart rested, deeply and fully, in the safe haven created by her mother’s love.

[galaxysupreme17]

Jealousy at the Fair

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

The Westview carnival was in full swing, with its colorful lights reflecting off the nearby lake and the faint sounds of laughter and music weaving through the air. Y/n dragged her moms through the crowd, pointing excitedly at every booth they passed. They’d already hit the classic games, winning a stuffed fox and a goldfish in a plastic bag, and Y/n was determined they’d conquer the whole carnival before they left.

As they neared the cotton candy stand, a man sidled up to Agatha, his expression overly friendly and his smile wide. “Enjoying the carnival?” he asked, his eyes not leaving her.

Agatha raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting to the cotton candy. “Yes, it’s lovely,” she replied, her tone polite but distracted. She was more interested in their evening as a family than chatting with a stranger, and she was about to move on when the man spoke again.

“Would you like some cotton candy? On me,” he offered with a smile that bordered on smug, gesturing toward the stand.

Agatha’s eyes flicked down to the wedding ring on her left hand, which she wore proudly and openly, a constant reminder of her family and everything she held dear. But the man seemed either oblivious or unbothered by this detail. Just as Agatha was about to give a polite but firm decline, Rio appeared, gliding smoothly into the conversation.

Without acknowledging the man, Rio wrapped an arm securely around Agatha’s waist, pulling her close. She fixed her wife with a warm smile and spoke as if the stranger simply didn’t exist. “What do you think, darling?” she asked, leaning into Agatha with a soft smile. “Should we get caramel apples and hot chocolate, or maybe one of those big pretzels?”

Agatha caught on immediately, leaning into Rio with a smile that radiated warmth. “Caramel apples, definitely,” she replied, her voice softening. The two gazed at each other with such genuine affection that the man might as well have been invisible.

The stranger huffed, clearly unimpressed by being ignored. With a heavy roll of his eyes, he turned on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

Once he was out of earshot, Y/n broke into laughter, clapping her hands and leaning against Rio’s shoulder. “Mom! That was amazing! You didn’t even have to look at him!”

Rio smirked, tightening her hold on Agatha as she dropped a playful kiss on her wife’s cheek. “No need to waste my energy on someone who can’t even see what’s right in front of them.” She gave Agatha a quick, soft kiss on the lips, making Y/n scrunch her nose in playful disgust.

“You two are like a rom-com waiting to happen,” Y/n teased, feigning exasperation. “Mom, you’re so protective—it’s like you’re making sure no one even thinks about stealing Mama away!”

Agatha chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair out of Y/n’s face. “Your mom’s always had a flair for making her point.” She squeezed Rio’s hand. “It’s one of the many reasons I adore her.”

Rio flashed Y/n a grin, clearly pleased with herself. “Well, someone’s got to keep everyone in check. Right, kid?”

“Absolutely,” Y/n replied with a laugh. “I’m just lucky I’m already family, or you’d probably give me the same treatment.” She glanced back at the now-abandoned cotton candy stand. “Think we can grab one of those pretzels on the way to the Ferris wheel?”

“Only if we get caramel apples, too,” Agatha chimed in with a smile.

With an arm still wrapped around Agatha, Rio steered them toward the food stands, indulging Y/n’s every whim and laughing along at her daughter’s antics. After a few games of ring toss and a round at the balloon darts booth, they were stocked with snacks, prizes, and laughter.

As they strolled toward the Ferris wheel, Y/n suddenly stopped, spotting a booth where a small magical flame danced inside a glass sphere. “Ooh, look! They’ve got enchanted trinkets!” she exclaimed, rushing over.

Agatha smiled, following her, and Rio joined, inspecting the various mystical items on display. The carnival vendor noticed her interest and explained that the flames changed colors based on mood. Agatha raised an eyebrow, turning to Rio. “Care to test it out, love?”

Rio chuckled, stepping up to the orb. She placed her hand over it, and the flame flared a deep, rich blue. “What does that mean?” she asked, half-curious, half-amused.

The vendor grinned. “Blue is for calm. It means you feel… well, at home.” He gestured toward Agatha, who was watching Rio with a smile, warmth evident in her gaze. “And that, I’d guess, has something to do with it.”

Rio and Agatha shared a tender look. Each lost in the other’s eyes for a moment. Y/n pretended to gag, though her smile betrayed her happiness. “Seriously, I can’t take you two anywhere.”

Agatha wrapped an arm around her daughter’s shoulders, giving her a playful squeeze. “You’ll understand one day.”

They finally made their way to the Ferris wheel, settling into one of the carts just as the first fireworks burst above them. The colors exploded in a dazzling display, casting hues of pink, green, and gold across the dark sky. Y/n leaned her head back, sipping her hot chocolate as the cart slowly rose, watching her moms.

Rio slid her arm around Agatha’s shoulders, pulling her close as they watched the show. Agatha rested her head on Rio’s shoulder, a smile gracing her lips as she made eye contact with her daughter.

As the ride ended, they made their way back through the crowds, Agatha’s hand tucked in Rio’s and Y/n walking beside them, still clutching her stuffed fox and occasional cotton candy bites. The energy of the evening lingered, and their laughter and closeness filled the night with a warmth that outshone the glow of carnival lights.

As they left the carnival, Y/n looped her arm through Agatha’s and leaned her head against her mom’s shoulder. “Tonight was perfect,” she murmured, a hint of a smile in her voice.

Rio smirked, nudging her daughter. “And we have the carnival’s resident gentleman caller to thank for it, don’t we?”

Y/n snorted, rolling her eyes. “Mom, I don’t think he’ll ever try his luck around you again. You were terrifying.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Rio replied with a wink. “I’ll do it again if it means protecting my gorgeous wife.”

They all laughed, their voices echoing in the quiet night as they strolled toward home. Secure in each other’s love and laughter. They had memories of the perfect carnival night tucked safely in their hearts.

[galaxysupreme17]

Birthday Surprise

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

The crisp November air whispered through the trees as Y/n stood in the kitchen, her brow furrowed in concentration. The smell of vanilla and chocolate hung in the air, mixing with the soft warmth of the oven. Flour dusted her cheek as she stirred the cake batter with enthusiasm, while across the counter, Rio sorted through a small box of decorations. String lights, candles, and little homemade garlands peeked out from the box, waiting to be put up.

“Do you think Mama suspects anything?” Y/n asked, glancing nervously at Rio.

Rio smiled, her dark eyes sparkling as she inspected the twinkling lights she held. “Not a clue, cariño. She’s too wrapped up in her work to think anything of it.”

Y/n let out a relieved sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing. For days, she and Rio had secretly planned this—the perfect, low-key birthday surprise for Agatha. Nothing too big or extravagant, just something warm and personal to remind her how much they loved her.

“How’s the cake coming along?” Rio asked, leaning over the counter to peek into the bowl Y/n was working on.

“I think it’s ready,” Y/n said, holding up the spoon and watching the thick stream of batter drip back into the bowl. “I hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

“It’ll be perfect, mija,” Rio assured her, touching Y/n’s shoulder. “And if not, we’ll just blame the oven.”

Y/n giggled at that, feeling lighter as she poured the batter into the cake pan. With the cake now baking in the oven, Y/n wiped her hands on a dish towel, stealing a glance at the clock. “We’ve got just over an hour before Mama gets home.”

“Perfect,” Rio said with a grin. “Let’s get these decorations up.”

Together, they worked swiftly, stringing the lights around the living room, lighting candles along the windowsills, and setting out the small gifts they’d hidden away. Y/n had spent hours painting a small mug for Agatha, carefully decorating it with stars and moons in various shades of blue and silver. Rio had found a vintage silver locket, big enough to hold a tiny picture inside, and she’d placed a family photo from last Christmas in it.

The house slowly transformed from its everyday coziness to something warm and intimate, with soft lighting and flickering candlelight setting the perfect mood. Y/n felt a surge of excitement. Agatha wasn’t one for grand celebrations, but she knew this small, heartfelt gesture would mean the world to her mama.

“Why don’t you go change into something comfy?” Rio suggested, her tone soft and reassuring. “I’ll finish up in here.”

Y/n nodded, hurrying upstairs to swap her flour-covered shirt for a cozy sweater and leggings. Agatha loved it when they all bundled up in comfy clothes for nights at home, and tonight would be no exception. Once she was ready, Y/n checked her reflection in the mirror, wiping away the last trace of flour on her cheek, and headed back downstairs.

As Y/n returned to the kitchen, the oven timer dinged, signaling the cake was done. Together, she and Rio pulled it out of the oven and placed it on the counter to cool. After a few minutes, Y/n began frosting the cake with thick swirls of chocolate icing. It wasn’t the neatest job, but it was made with love—which was the most important part.

Just as Y/n finished placing a single candle on top, the familiar click of the front door unlocking echoed through the house. Y/n’s eyes widened, and Rio quickly turned off the overhead lights, leaving only the soft glow of the string lights and candles illuminating the room.

“Mama’s home!” Y/n whispered excitedly, her heart racing.

The door creaked open, and Agatha’s voice floated through the entryway. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

Rio shot Y/n a playful look before stepping forward, holding the cake with its lone candle flickering softly. Y/n stood beside her, a wide grin spreading across her face as Agatha appeared in the doorway, clearly surprised by the sight before her.

“Surprise!” they said in unison, their voices filled with warmth.

Agatha blinked, clearly taken aback as her gaze swept over the room. The soft twinkling lights, the candles glowing gently on the windowsills, and the two most important people in her life standing there with a cake—it was all so unexpected, and yet so perfect.

“What’s all this?” Agatha asked, her voice a mix of amusement and affection.

“Happy birthday, Mama!” Y/n beamed, wrapping her arms around Agatha in a tight hug. “We wanted to surprise you.”

Rio smiled as she held up the cake for Agatha to see. “It’s nothing too fancy. Just a little celebration to remind you how much we love you.”

Agatha’s expression softened as she looked between them, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. “You two are too much,” she murmured, clearly touched by the gesture. “You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

“Oh, but we wanted to,” Y/n said, her grin widening. “Make a wish, Mama!”

Agatha chuckled, her eyes crinkling with amusement as she leaned down to blow out the candle. For a moment, she closed her eyes, the soft glow of the flame flickering across her face. Then, she blew it out with a gentle breath, and the room dimmed slightly as the light extinguished.

“What did you wish for?” Rio asked teasingly, her hand resting lightly on Agatha’s shoulder.

Agatha smiled, shaking her head. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.”

“Well, whatever it was, I’m sure it’ll be perfect,” Rio said, her voice soft and affectionate. She stepped closer and, without hesitation, leaned in to press a gentle kiss to Agatha’s lips.

The moment was tender, quiet, and filled with the unspoken love that had always been at the core of their relationship. Y/n watched with a fond smile, her heart swelling with the contentment that came from knowing her parents were happy.

After a brief but sweet moment, Rio pulled back, her hand lingering on Agatha’s cheek as she smiled at her wife. “Now, let’s get to the gifts.”

Agatha laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. “Gifts too? You’re really spoiling me tonight.”

Y/n eagerly handed over the hand-painted mug, her face glowing with excitement. “This one’s from me!”

Agatha’s eyes lit up as she took the mug, carefully examining the delicate stars and moons painted across its surface. “You made this?”

Y/n nodded, her smile growing wider. “Yep! I thought you could use it for your tea.”

“It’s perfect,” Agatha said softly, pulling Y/n into a warm hug. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love it.”

Next, Rio handed over the small box with the locket inside. Agatha opened it, her breath catching when she saw the tiny photo tucked inside the locket’s frame—a picture of the three of them from last Christmas, huddled together by the fireplace.

“Rio…” Agatha’s voice trembled slightly as she looked up, her eyes misting with emotion. “It’s beautiful.”

Rio leaned in again, this time resting her forehead against Agatha’s. “I wanted you to have something to keep with you, even when we’re not around.”

Agatha blinked back, the tears threatening to spill over, and without another word, she kissed Rio again, her gratitude and love pouring into the kiss. It was soft, tender, and full of the quiet promises they’d always kept between them.

After the kiss, Agatha pulled away slightly, her voice thick with emotion. “You two… I don’t even know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Y/n said softly, stepping closer to hug both of her moms. “We just wanted you to know how much you mean to us.”

Agatha wrapped her arms around Y/n and Rio, holding them close momentarily as the room's warmth enveloped them. The room was quiet, peaceful, and perfect in its simplicity. Agatha didn’t need anything more than this—her family, her home, and the love that filled the space between them.

As they sat down together on the couch, enjoying slices of chocolate cake and reminiscing about past birthdays, Y/n couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. She had the best family anyone could ask for, and moments like these were what mattered most.

As the night wore on, filled with laughter, sweet moments, and soft kisses shared between Rio and Agatha, Y/n felt truly content. Her mama’s laughter echoed through the room, Rio’s hand resting protectively on Agatha’s knee, and the three of them together—exactly where they belonged.