#Agathario x daughter!reader

[galaxysupreme17]

The Quiet One

Y/n = Your Name

Agatha Harkness x daughter!reader!

AgathaRio

Y/n adjusted the lens of her camera, sitting cross-legged on the school's front steps. The late afternoon sun bathed the courtyard in a warm glow, perfect for capturing the cheerful faces of her classmates. Madison and Dani, her two closest friends, posed in front of the school banner, their laughter ringing through the air.

"Make sure you get my good side!" Madison teased, tossing her golden hair over her shoulder.

"Every side's your good side," Dani quipped, nudging Madison playfully. Her red curls bounced as she struck a dramatic pose, earning another round of giggles.

Y/n smiled softly and snapped the shot, capturing the carefree energy of the moment. Photography came naturally to her-being behind the camera was her comfort zone, where she could observe without being seen.

"Got it," Y/n said, lowering the camera.

"Let me see!" Madison bounded over to peek at the screen, Dani following close behind.

"These are amazing!" Madison exclaimed, scrolling through the images. "You've got to use these for the pep rally article!"

Y/n nodded, slinging the camera strap over her shoulder as she stood. "That's the plan."

"Are you coming to the rally tomorrow?" Dani asked, walking backward with a grin. "You can't just take pictures-you have to cheer with us!"

Y/n hesitated. "I'll be there, but... I'll probably stay on the sidelines."

Madison and Dani exchanged knowing looks. "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us!" Madison called as they walked away, already chattering about face paint and posters.

Y/n lingered for a moment, watching them go. She often felt like the observer in their trio-the one who captured the memories but rarely made them. It wasn't that she minded; she just wasn't sure where she fit into the bigger picture.

When Y/n got home, the scent of Agatha's cooking greeted her as she stepped through the door. The comforting aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, blending with the faint sound of classical music playing in the background.

"Sweetheart, is that you?" Agatha called from the kitchen.

"Yeah, it's me," Y/n replied, dropping her bag by the door and heading toward the noise source.

Agatha stood at the stove, a wooden spoon in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. She wore her usual workday outfit-trousers and a tailored blouse-but her sleeves were rolled up, and her hair was slightly out of place from a long day of lecturing at Westview University.

"Hey, Mija!" Rio greeted warmly from the dining table, where she was jotting notes on her clipboard. Unlike Agatha, Rio seemed to thrive in the chaos of multitasking. Her short, dark hair was tied back, and her sharp brown eyes flicked between her notes and Y/n as she set down the clipboard to open her arms.

Y/n walked over, enveloping herself in one of Rio's hugs. "How was school?"

"Fine," Y/n mumbled. "I took pictures for the pep rally article."

"Ah, our budding journalist," Agatha teased, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk. "And how are Madison and Dani?"

"They're good. Excited about the rally," Y/n replied, pulling away from Rio to sit at the table.

Rio leaned her hip against the counter, watching Y/n discerningly. "You seem quiet today, mija. Everything okay?"

Y/n shrugged, her fingers playing with the strap of her camera bag. "It's just... sometimes I feel like I'm always on the sidelines. Everyone else is so confident and loud, and I'm just there, taking pictures."

Agatha set down the spoon and walked over, her hand rubbing Y/n's back softly. "Oh, darling, you're much more than 'just' anything. You have a gift for seeing the world in ways others can't. That's not something to underestimate."

Rio nodded, sitting beside Y/n and taking her hand. "You have a way of making people feel seen, mija. That's powerful. You don't need to be loud to make an impact."

Y/n looked between her moms, feeling the familiar warmth of their reassurance. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice soft.

"Now," Agatha said, clapping her hands, "wash up and come eat. You'll need your energy for tomorrow."

The next day, Y/n arrived at school early to set up her camera for the pep rally. The gym was already bustling with activity as students decorated banners and rehearsed their routines. She found a spot near the bleachers to see the action clearly.

Rio was already there, clipboard in hand, as she supervised the basketball team's setup. As both the science teacher and the girls' basketball coach, Rio was a familiar presence in the gym. Her easygoing nature made her popular with the students, who often sought her advice on everything from plays to lab reports.

"Y/n!" Rio called, waving her over.

Y/n jogged across the gym, her camera bouncing against her side.

"Need any help setting up?" Rio asked.

"No, I'm good," Y/n replied. She adjusted the camera bag strap, glancing at the banners the team was hanging. "Looks like the team's excited."

"They're ready to put on a show," Rio grinned. "You should come sit with us later-unless you're too busy being a superstar photographer."

Y/n laughed. "We'll see."

As the rally began, the gym filled with the sounds of cheers and drumbeats. Y/n stayed at the edge of the action, snapping pictures of the cheer squad's high-flying stunts and the football team's antics as they hyped up the crowd. The energy was infectious, even from the sidelines.

Agatha arrived midway through the rally, sliding onto the bleachers beside Rio. Her tailored jacket and calm demeanor stood out in the sea of energetic students. She waved discreetly at Y/n, who smiled and waved back before focusing on the cheerleaders' routine.

"You didn't have to come," Rio said, leaning closer to Agatha and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Agatha raised an eyebrow. "What kind of fiancée would I be if I missed my family's big day?" Her lips quirked into a soft smile as she added, "Besides, someone has to document how ridiculously invested you get during these things."

Rio chuckled and turned away, looking at the court and watching the students. "Fair enough."

Toward the end of the rally, Rio joined the cheerleaders and football players in leading a chant, her booming voice carrying across the gym. Agatha clapped along a mixture of amusement and pride on her face. Y/n couldn't resist snapping a picture of her mom's mid-cheer, their enthusiasm lighting up the room.

After the rally, the gym slowly began to empty, with students and faculty heading home or off to the local diner to celebrate. Madison and Dani waved to Y/n as they left, still excitedly buzzing.

"See you tomorrow!" Madison called, her voice echoing in the now quieter gym.

"Don't forget to send me those pictures for the article!" Dani added, giving Y/n a thumbs-up before following Madison out.

"Got it!" Y/n called back, giving them a small wave before turning her attention to her camera.

She knelt on the floor near the bleachers, carefully packing away her lens and other equipment into her bag. The rally had been a success, and she was pleased with the shots she'd captured-the cheer squad mid-flip, the basketball team's energetic entrance, and even a few candid moments of the crowd's excitement.

As she zipped up the bag, she glanced across the gym and spotted her moms. Agatha and Rio were chatting with a few students, their easy laughter carrying across the room. Y/n smiled softly. No matter how big the event, her moms always had a way of making everything feel personal and connected.

Throwing her camera bag over her shoulder, Y/n made her way across the gym. Agatha noticed her first, her sharp blue eyes lighting up.

"Finished with your pictures, darling?" Agatha asked, slipping an arm around Y/n's shoulders as she approached.

"Yeah," Y/n replied, leaning into the touch. "I think I got some good ones."

"Of course you did," Rio said, her grin wide as she finished her conversation with a student. "You're a pro at this now, mija."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "Hardly, but thanks."

"Are you ready to head home?" Agatha asked, her hand lingering on Y/n's shoulder.

"Definitely," Y/n said with a tired smile.

The ride home was quiet and comforting. The rhythmic hum of the car was soothing as Rio drove, and the familiar warmth of her mom's presence filled the space. They made a quick stop at their favorite Italian restaurant. Agatha efficiently placed the order while Rio added dessert, much to Y/n's amusement.

By the time they reached home, the comforting scent of garlic bread and marinara filled the air as they unpacked the food onto the coffee table in the living room.

"Couch dinner is the best," Rio declared, sinking into the cushions with a contented sigh.

"Only when I don't have to cook it," Agatha teased, setting down plates and utensils before joining her fiancée.

Y/n chuckled as she settled onto the couch, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around herself. "Thanks for letting me crash your night."

"Letting you?" Rio snorted. "This is your night, mija. Besides, it wouldn't be the same without you."

Agatha smiled, leaning over to kiss Y/n's temple. "She's right. Now dig in before the pasta gets cold."

After dinner, Y/n leaned back against the couch and sighed, contented. "This was perfect."

"Good," Agatha said, setting their empty plates on the coffee table before gesturing Y/n over. "Come here, darling. You've had a long day."

Y/n didn't hesitate, curling up on the couch and resting her head in her mama's lap. Agatha's fingers immediately found their way into her hair, combing through it in soft, soothing strokes.

Rio leaned back into the couch, her arm draped casually over Agatha's shoulders. Agatha shifted slightly, leaning into Rio with a contented sigh of her own, her free hand resting lightly on Rio's thigh.

"What are we watching tonight?" Rio asked, glancing at Y/n.

Y/n smiled, her voice muffled by the blanket. "Something fun. What about Mamma Mia?"

"Oh, you just want to hear Rio sing," Agatha teased, her fingers never pausing in Y/n's hair.

"Excuse me," Rio said with mock offense, "I have an excellent singing voice, thank you very much."

Y/n laughed softly. "You're not bad. A little loud, maybe, but not bad."

Rio chuckled, grabbing the remote and turning on the movie. "Well, get ready for the performance of a lifetime."

As the opening notes of "Honey, Honey" filled the room, they settled in. Agatha leaned more fully into Rio, her head resting lightly on her fiancée's shoulder.

Y/n closed her eyes, the soft rhythm of her mama's touch and the sound of her mom's laughter making her feel safe and content.

"You okay, sweetheart?" Agatha asked softly, noticing the peaceful look on Y/n's face.

Y/n nodded, her voice drowsy but happy. "Yeah. Just... glad I came home with you two."

Agatha smiled, bending down to kiss Y/n's forehead. "We're glad too, darling. Always."

Rio kissed the top of Agatha's head, her voice warm as she said, "Family nights like this are the best."

As the movie played on, the room was filled with warmth, laughter, and music-a perfect end to the day and a reminder that the home was always where her moms were no matter what.

[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.”

[natasharswifey]

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)

[fanofthings20]

Masterlist & Open Requests

Agatha All Along

Agatha Harkness is open for requests

Will be added

TBT request by anonymous (reader x Agatha: sick!reader, caregiver!Agatha) WIP

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Agathario with Adopted Teen!Reader

BlackFire Series updates coming soon

To Be Titled series Agathario x Biological daughter!Reader ________________

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Actresses

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[spideyysenses]

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, A Whole New World (Series)

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),

[averagearcanewatcher]

~ request rules

PLEASE READ BEFORE MAKING A REQUEST <3

characters i write for:

ARCANE:

-jinx

-vi

-caitlyn

-isha (platonic/ mother, daughter req)

-mel

-sevika

-caitvi

-jinx x isha (platonic)

-jinx vi (platonic)

MCU:

-natasha

-wanda

-maria hill

-wandanat

-blackhill

-kate bishop

-yelena

-bishova

-carol danvers

-valkyrie

-carolnat

-valcarol

-agathario

-agatha

-rio

RIVERDALE (some people like it ig):

-betty

-veronica

-cheryl

-toni

-choni

-beronica

OUAT(ONCE UPON A TIME):

-ruby lucas

-red beauty

-swanqueen

-regina mills

-emma swan

if there’s another character/show that you want me to write for, just ask! i’ll try my best and i need new things to watch anyway. just a reminder that i don’t write for male characters or for male!reader. it’ll be afab fem or afab gn.

that’s all anything else you’re free to do. don’t forget to claim an anon if you think you’re gonna be requesting a lot of things! (i will dirty talk you in replies if i have your consent)

[galaxysupreme17]

The Birthday Skip

Y/n = Your Name

Agatha Harkness x daughter!reader!

Y/n blinked awake, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of morning light spilling through her curtains. She yawned, stretching as the delicious aroma of pancakes wafted through the air, tugging her fully from her dreams. She barely had time to sit up before her bedroom door swung open, and in swept her mom, Agatha, balancing a tray with her signature theatrical flair.

“Good morning, birthday girl!” Agatha declared, her tone warm and cheerful as she placed the tray on Y/n’s lap.

Y/n’s eyes lit up at the sight: a neatly stacked tower of golden pancakes, a colorful medley of fresh fruit on the side, and a steaming mug of hot chocolate crowned with an artful swirl of whipped cream and sprinkles. A single pink candle stood atop the pancake stack, flickering gently.

“Happy 13th birthday, darling!” Agatha beamed, flicking her fingers to light the candle magically.

Y/n grinned wide. “Thanks, Mom! This looks amazing.” She leaned forward and blew out the candle in one breath, earning an approving nod from Agatha.

Y/n dug into the pancakes without wasting a second, savoring the buttery, syrupy sweetness. After a few bites, she looked up, her gaze softening as she caught her mom watching her with a tender smile. Agatha sat perched on the edge of the bed, her chin propped on one hand, looking entirely content just being there.

“You said I get one magical wish today, right?” Y/n asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Agatha arched a perfectly groomed eyebrow, her lips twitching into a playful smirk. “Indeed, my little enchantress. One wish, no strings attached. So, what’s it going to be? A trip to the stars? A private concert by a rock band from another dimension? Or perhaps you’d like to ride a dragon through the clouds?”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “Nothing like that.” She set her fork down, her smile turning shy. “I just want to skip school and spend the whole day with you.”

Agatha’s smirk faltered momentarily, replaced by a look of surprise, then something much softer. “That’s it? No grand magical adventures? No bending reality?”

“Just you,” Y/n said, shrugging with a sheepish grin. “We don’t get to hang out like this much anymore. I miss it.”

Agatha pressed a hand to her chest, pretending to be struck by Y/n’s words. “Oh, darling, you wound me! How could I resist such a heartfelt plea?” Her theatrics earned a giggle from Y/n.

“But,” Agatha continued, her expression turning mock-serious, “what if Principal Fletcher sends me a strongly worded letter for allowing such truancy?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, laughing. “Mom, please!”

“Alright, alright,” Agatha relented, her grin widening. “How can I say no on your birthday? Consider it done.”

Before Y/n could respond, Agatha stood and snapped her fingers. The tray disappeared in a puff of violet smoke, reappearing on the bedside table, and with a flick of her wrist, the curtains closed, plunging the room back into a cozy dimness.

“Back under the covers with you!” Agatha commanded playfully, crawling into bed beside her daughter. Y/n laughed, shifting over to make room.

The two snuggled under the blankets, the world outside forgotten as they dozed off again for a little longer. When they woke, sunlight streamed through the curtains again, and the clock read 8:00.

The morning that followed was lazy and full of laughter. Y/n modeled the cute sweater and jeans combo her mom had gifted her, twirling for Agatha’s exaggerated applause. They planned the rest of their “rebellious” day, giggling like co-conspirators over pancakes and tea in the kitchen.

Once they left the house, their first stop was the spa, a quaint and cozy place tucked away on a quiet street, its air filled with the soothing scent of lavender and eucalyptus. The spa attendants greeted them warmly, ushering them to plush chairs. Agatha chose a manicure for both of them, winking as she said, “Nothing says birthday like a bit of pampering.”

Y/n picked a sparkling lilac polish that shimmered like a galaxy under the lights, while Agatha went for a deep, velvety purple that exuded sophistication. As the technicians worked on their nails, Y/n glanced at her mom. “You know,” she said, a teasing lilt in her voice, “purple is so on-brand for you.”

Agatha smirked. “What can I say? A little mother-daughter glamour never hurt anyone.” She held up her hand to admire their matching shades. “Besides, these nails will look fabulous when I’m casting spells later. Maybe I’ll even add a little extra sparkle to yours.”

“Only if you don’t turn my nails into fireworks,” Y/n retorted, grinning.

By the time they left the spa, both were glowing—from their perfectly polished nails to the laughter and lighthearted teasing they had shared.

Their next stop was Y/n’s favorite coffee shop, a charming spot with mismatched chairs, shelves of books lining the walls, and a chalkboard menu featuring an array of whimsical drink names. Agatha ordered her usual—a strong black coffee—and Y/n opted for her favorite caramel latte, topped with a mountain of whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles.

They found a cozy corner table by the window, the winter sun streaming in and warming the space. As they sipped their drinks, they reminisced about Y/n’s earlier birthdays.

“Remember when I turned six, and you conjured a pony for the day?” Y/n asked, giggling. “It ate all the cupcakes before my friends even got there.”

Agatha rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched with amusement. “I seem to recall that same pony trampling my rose bushes. Never again.”

“Totally worth it,” Y/n said, grinning.

From the coffee shop, they strolled to Y/n’s happy place: the local bookstore. The familiar scent of paper and ink wrapped around her like a warm hug when they stepped inside. Agatha waved a hand toward the shelves, her smile indulgent. “Three books. Your pick. But don’t go overboard—you still have unopened presents at home, and Christmas is in under six weeks.”

“Three?” Y/n gasped, pretending to be scandalized. “That’s not nearly enough!”

Agatha placed a hand on her hip, her tone mock-stern. “You’re lucky it’s your birthday, young lady. I’m already giving you free rein to bankrupt me, you little bibliophile.”

Y/n laughed, darting off into the aisles with the energy of a child in a candy store. She moved from shelf to shelf, pulling out books and reading the blurbs, occasionally holding one up for her mom’s opinion.

Agatha followed leisurely, her fingers trailing along the spines of the books as she watched Y/n in her element. There was something magical about how her daughter’s eyes lit up when she found a story that intrigued her.

After much deliberation, Y/n returned to Agatha with her selections: a fantasy novel with a beautifully illustrated cover, a gripping mystery, and a historical fiction book she’d wanted to read for months.

Agatha raised an eyebrow at the stack. “No textbooks or magic manuals? I’m shocked.”

“Mom, it’s my birthday. Those don’t count as fun,” Y/n replied, rolling her eyes but smiling.

Agatha slipped an extra book onto the counter as they checked out, giving the cashier a conspiratorial wink. Y/n didn’t notice until they left the store when she spotted the fourth book in the bag.

“Hey!” she said, her eyes narrowing playfully. “What happened to ‘only three books’?”

“Consider it a bonus,” Agatha said breezily. “Besides, I couldn’t resist. It’s one of my favorites—I think you’ll love it.”

Y/n hugged her mom impulsively, her heart full. “Thanks, Mom. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Agatha replied with a smirk, though her tone was soft.

As they walked down the street, arm in arm, the day already felt like one of the best birthdays Y/n could remember.

As they walked down the main street, arms laden with bags and laughter spilling freely between them, Y/n’s stomach growled loudly. Agatha glanced at her with an amused smirk.

“Sounds like someone needs sustenance,” Agatha teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Shopping is hard work,” Y/n replied with mock seriousness.

“Hard work? You’ve been gleefully picking out books and clothes while I play pack mule,” Agatha countered, holding up the bags she carried.

Y/n laughed, linking her arm with her mom’s. “Fine, fine. Let’s call it even. How about Chinese for lunch?”

“Perfect. There’s that little takeout place around the corner,” Agatha said.

They ducked into the small restaurant, where the warm aroma of soy sauce, ginger, and garlic welcomed them. The cheerful woman behind the counter smiled at them, and Y/n eagerly scanned the menu on the wall.

“Egg rolls, sesame chicken, fried rice,” Y/n began, her finger darting to each item on the menu. “Oh! And crab rangoons, please.”

Agatha added a few dishes of her own choosing—shrimp lo mein and wonton soup—before they paid and waited for their food. While they stood by the counter, Y/n peeked into one of her shopping bags, pulling out a book to show her mom.

“This one’s about a witch who travels through time,” Y/n explained, her eyes bright. “I figured it might give me some ideas for my own magic.”

Agatha glanced at the cover, nodding approvingly. “Witches and time travel? That sounds like a recipe for chaos, but I’m intrigued.”

Their order was ready within minutes, the neatly packed containers steaming in a paper bag. With lunch secured, they returned home to enjoy their feast.

Back in the cozy comfort of their living room, they set the containers on the coffee table, grabbed plates and chopsticks, and made themselves comfortable on the couch. Y/n carefully distributed portions of each dish, snagging an extra crab rangoon before her mom noticed.

“Hey! I saw that,” Agatha said, narrowing her eyes playfully.

“What?” Y/n replied innocently, popping the Rangoon into her mouth.

They settled in to watch Gilmore Girls, with Y/n choosing an episode she claimed was one of the funniest. As the fast-paced banter between Lorelai and Rory filled the room, Y/n leaned back against the cushions, thoroughly enjoying her meal and the time spent with her mom.

Agatha, meanwhile, alternated between rolling her eyes at the small-town antics on screen and occasionally laughing at the sharp wit of the characters. “Does anyone in this town ever mind their own business?” she muttered.

“That’s what makes it entertaining,” Y/n said, grinning.

Once their plates were empty and the episode ended, they reluctantly got up to clear away the remnants of lunch. Agatha insisted on washing the dishes while Y/n organized her new books on the living room shelf.

As evening approached, Agatha began preparing Y/n’s favorite dinner: creamy chicken Alfredo. Y/n perched on a stool at the kitchen counter, chatting about her favorite moments from the day while her mom worked. The rich aroma of garlic and Parmesan cheese soon filled the air, and Y/n couldn’t help but sneak a piece of garlic bread fresh from the oven.

“Hey, hands off!” Agatha scolded lightly, catching her in the act.

“It’s too good to wait for,” Y/n replied, taking another bite with a mischievous grin.

Agatha just shook her head, smiling as she plated the meal. They ate together at the dining table, the warm light of the chandelier casting a soft glow over the room. Between bites, they shared more stories, laughing over Y/n’s childhood antics and their memories together.

After dinner, it was time for presents. Agatha handed Y/n the remaining gifts, watching with a mix of pride and affection as her daughter tore through the wrapping paper. With its shimmering spellbook charm, the charm bracelet was the highlight of the evening, and Y/n’s eyes lit up as she slipped it onto her wrist.

“This has been the best day,” Y/n said, hugging her mom tightly.

Agatha hugged her back, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You’re the best part of every day, darling. Happy birthday.”

Their laughter and conversation naturally led them back to Agatha’s bedroom as the night stretched on. The big, plush bed was always Y/n’s favorite spot to end a cozy day. They brought a stack of blankets and snacks with them, ready to continue their Gilmore Girls marathon. Agatha propped herself against the headboard, and Y/n sprawled beside her, clutching a throw pillow like a lifeline.

“Okay,” Agatha said, grabbing the remote. “Next episode—are we prepared for more Lorelai and Rory antics, or do we need an emotional breather?”

“Bring it on,” Y/n declared, grinning.

As the episode played, Agatha absentmindedly began braiding Y/n’s hair, her fingers gentle but sure. It was a habit that dated back to Y/n’s childhood—Agatha would always braid her hair during bedtime stories or whenever Y/n needed calming. Tonight, it was simply a gesture of quiet affection, the rhythmic motion soothing them both.

Y/n sighed contentedly, leaning into her mom. “Best birthday ever,” she murmured, her voice soft but full of conviction.

Agatha paused momentarily, resting her chin lightly on Y/n’s head. “It’s always the best when I get to spend it with you, my little troublemaker,” she said, her voice warm and full of love.

Y/n smiled, closing her eyes as her mom pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re so sappy,” she teased, though the happiness in her voice betrayed her.

“Don’t tell anyone,” Agatha replied, smirking. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

They continued watching, pausing only to share a few snacks or comment on the show’s most ridiculous moments. As the hours passed, the room grew quieter, and their laughter softened into a comfortable silence. The glow of the TV illuminated their faces, and the flickering light added a magical quality to the scene.

By the time midnight rolled around, Y/n was tucked snugly under the blankets, her head resting on Agatha’s shoulder. Her eyelids drooped, her earlier energy giving way to the peaceful exhaustion of a perfect day.

Agatha glanced down, noticing Y/n’s breathing had evened out. She smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her daughter’s face. “Goodnight, my little star,” she whispered.

Reaching for the remote, Agatha turned off the TV and let the quiet of the night settle around them. Wrapped in blankets, warmth, and an unspoken love that filled the room, they drifted into sleep together, cherishing every moment of their magical, ordinary day.

Tomorrow would come with its own adventures, but tonight, they had each other—which was more than enough.

[galaxysupreme17]

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.

[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.

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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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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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Finding Home

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader!

The familiar scent of worn pages and fresh ink filled Y/n's senses as she stepped into the quiet sanctuary of the small, tucked-away bookstore. It was her favorite refuge—where the world fell away, and she could breathe. The bell above the door jingled softly, announcing her arrival, but the only response was the whispered rustle of pages turning.

Y/n drifted toward her usual corner, a cozy nook lined with towering shelves of ancient texts and dusty tomes. Today, however, something felt different. A presence lingered—two presences, to be exact. She glanced up and met the eyes of two women sitting at a nearby table, their expressions soft but curious.

One had dark, wild curls with one white streak in the front and an air of mystery, while the other had a quiet strength about her, her eyes warm but watchful. Y/n couldn’t help but feel a strange, magnetic pull toward them. It wasn’t fear or apprehension—more like recognition, though she couldn’t place why.

The curly-haired woman smiled first. “You have good taste in books,” she remarked, nodding toward the stack in Y/n’s arms.

“Thanks,” Y/n replied shyly, hugging the books. “They help me... focus.”

The second woman, with a voice smooth like velvet, chimed in. “Focusing is important. Especially for someone with... potential.” Her eyes twinkled knowingly.

Y/n tilted her head. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” the first woman said, offering her hand. “I’m Agatha. This is Rio. We’re... kind of new around here.”

Y/n shook their hands, feeling an odd warmth spread through her fingers. “I’m Y/n.”

Days turned into weeks, and Y/n continued to return to the bookshop. She wandered to her usual corner, running her fingers along the spines of books until her eyes caught on two familiar figures. They were seated at a table near the window, deep in conversation. Y/n hesitated, feeling the familiar pull toward them. She couldn't explain it, but something about these women felt... right.

Agatha noticed her first, her eyes softening as she gave a small, inviting smile. "Y/n, come sit with us."

Y/n blinked, surprised they remembered her name. "I don't want to interrupt."

"You're not," Rio said, her voice smooth and warm. "We were just talking about how cozy this place is during storms."

Y/n slid into the chair across from them, suddenly feeling more at ease. The conversation flowed naturally, starting with books but quickly shifting to magic. Agatha's eyes twinkled as she spoke about ancient spells while Rio listened with a quiet intensity that made Y/n feel seen.

"You have magic, don't you?" Agatha asked softly, her gaze unwavering.

Y/n hesitated, then nodded. "It's... hard to control sometimes."

Rio tilted her head. "Magic like yours shouldn't be controlled. It should be understood." She paused, studying Y/n. "If you want, we can help."

They began meeting regularly. Coffee shops, secluded corners of parks, and even the bookstore became their classrooms. Agatha taught Y/n how to channel her magic, while Rio helped her understand the balance between power and restraint.

One afternoon, they practiced in a quiet park. Y/n stood between Agatha and Rio, focusing on a crystal Agatha had given her.

"Let it flow," Agatha instructed. "Don't force it."

Y/n closed her eyes, feeling the familiar purple and green magic swirl within her. She directed it toward the crystal, which glowed faintly, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. The crystal shimmered brightly when she opened her eyes before returning to its original state.

Agatha clapped her hands together, beaming. "Perfect."

Rio reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Y/n's face. "You're a natural, cariño."

Y/n smiled, though a flicker of doubt crossed her mind. "Why do you care so much? I'm just a kid with messy magic."

Agatha's expression softened. "Because we've been where you are. And... because we care about you."

Rio nodded, her eyes filled with something Y/n couldn't quite name. "You're not just anyone to us, Y/n."

~~

Months later, on another stormy day, Y/n, Agatha, and Rio spent time together at the bookstore. Thunder rumbled low in the distance, a soft warning of the chaos to come. Y/n sat curled up on the worn leather couch in the corner, a steaming mug of hot chocolate nestled in her hands. The warmth seeped into her fingers, grounding her in the moment.

Across from her, Agatha and Rio watched her with quiet fondness. Their bond had grown stronger over the past few months, deepening in ways that felt both inevitable and comforting.

“You always order hot chocolate,” Rio observed, a teasing smile on her lips. “Even in the summer.”

“It’s comforting,” Y/n replied, taking a sip. “Reminds me of... I don’t know. It just feels right.”

Agatha leaned back into Rio's arms, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “And what about the marshmallows? A necessity, I assume?”

“Absolutely,” Y/n said, grinning. “What’s the point of hot chocolate without marshmallows?”

Rio chuckled. “She has a point.”

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, the storm outside a soothing backdrop. Y/n felt safe here, cocooned in warmth and familiarity. But something was in the air—an unspoken tension that she couldn’t quite place.

Rio removed her arm from around Agatha and set her cup down, her expression turning serious. “Y/n, there’s something we need to talk about.”

Y/n’s smile faded, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. “What is it?”

Agatha reached for her hand, her touch gentle but grounding. “It’s about who you are. And who we are.”

Y/n frowned, her heart beginning to race. “What do you mean?”

Agatha’s voice softened, but there was a tremor in it that betrayed her emotions. “You’ve felt it too, haven’t you? The connection between us.”

Y/n nodded slowly. “Yeah... I have. But I don’t understand it.”

Rio’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “You’re our daughter, cariño. You were taken from us the day after you were born.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Y/n stared at them, her mind struggling to process what they had just said.

“I’m... your daughter?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Agatha nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks. “Yes, darling. We’ve been searching for you ever since.”

Y/n’s vision blurred as tears welled in her eyes. “I always felt like something was missing. Like I didn’t belong anywhere.”

“You belong with us,” Rio said firmly, pulling Y/n into a tight embrace. “You always have.”

Y/n clung to them both, her body trembling as the weight of their words settled over her. For the first time in years, she felt whole.

~~

Their training sessions continued as usual, but Y/n felt lighter and more at peace. She was finally where she belonged. 

They had just finished a session in a secluded area just outside the city, the air crackling with residual magic when the hum of a Quinjet filled the sky. Y/n’s heart sank as she saw Natasha, Wanda, and Steve step out, their faces tense.

“Y/n,” Natasha called, her voice sharp. “We need to talk.”

Y/n stood her ground, Agatha and Rio flanking her protectively. “About what?”

“About them,” Wanda said, her gaze flicking to Agatha and Rio. “They’re dangerous.”

“They’re not,” Y/n shot back. “They’re my family.”

Steve held up a hand, trying to mediate. “Y/n, we just want to make sure you’re safe.”

“I am,” Y/n insisted. “They’ve been helping me.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed. “Helping you with what? Dark magic?”

“It’s not dark,” Y/n said, her voice rising. “You don’t understand. They’re my moms.”

A stunned silence followed.

“Moms?” Wanda echoed, disbelief coloring her tone.

“Yes,” Agatha said, stepping forward. “She’s our daughter.”

Natasha’s expression softened, but her voice remained firm. “Y/n, we need to talk. Alone.”

Y/n hesitated, glancing at Agatha and Rio.

“It’s okay,” Rio murmured. “Go with them. We’ll figure this out.”

Back at the Avengers Tower, Y/n’s world closed in.

When they returned from the clearing, Natasha led Y/n to the common area. Her expression was unreadable, but her body language was tense. Wanda followed, her red magic flickering faintly at her fingertips, a sure sign of her simmering frustration. Y/n trailed behind them, her heart heavy with dread.

The moment they stepped inside, Natasha held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

Y/n’s eyes widened. “What? Why?”

“You know why,” Natasha said, her voice calm but firm. “You can’t keep talking to them.”

“They’re my moms!” Y/n protested, clutching her phone tightly. “You can’t just take that away from me.”

Wanda stepped forward, her gaze softening slightly. “Y/n, we’re doing this to protect you. They’re dangerous.”

“No, they’re not!” Y/n shot back, her voice rising. “You don’t know them like I do.”

Natasha’s jaw clenched. “It’s not up for debate. Hand it over.”

Y/n glared at her, defiance burning in her eyes. “This isn’t fair.”

“It’s not about fair,” Natasha said, her voice cold now. “It’s about keeping you safe.”

With a frustrated growl, Y/n tossed her phone onto the couch. “Fine. Take it. But this is wrong, and you know it.”

Wanda sighed, picking up the phone. “We’re not doing this to hurt you, Y/n.”

Y/n crossed her arms, her posture rigid. “Then what do you call it?”

Natasha exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “You’re not walking to school alone anymore. We’ll arrange transportation.”

“What?” Y/n’s voice cracked. “You’re serious? You’re going to babysit me now?”

“Yes,” Natasha said without hesitation. “Until we know you’re safe, you’ll always have someone with you.”

Y/n’s hands balled into fists. “This is ridiculous. I’m not a child.”

“Then stop acting like a rebellious teenager,” Natasha snapped.

“Stop treating me like one!” Y/n shouted back. “I’m not your kid. You’re not my mom.”

The words hung in the air, cutting deeper than they expected. Wanda’s face fell, and Natasha’s eyes hardened, though there was a flicker of hurt beneath the surface.

“We love you,” Wanda said quietly. “We’re trying to protect you.”

“If you loved me, you’d trust me,” Y/n whispered, her voice trembling. “But you don’t. You never did.”

Natasha took a step closer, her voice low and controlled. “We trust you, Y/n. We don’t trust them.”

“You don’t know them!” Y/n’s voice cracked. “You’ve never even tried.”

Wanda sighed, rubbing her temples. “This isn’t a discussion, Y/n. It’s already decided.”

“Of course it is,” Y/n muttered bitterly. “It always is with you two.”

Without another word, she turned and stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her.

~~

Days blurred into weeks. Y/n felt like a ghost in her own life, drifting from one moment to the next with no purpose or direction. School became a monotonous routine, each day punctuated by the presence of an assigned “escort.” They never left her alone—not even for a second.

Natasha and Wanda watched her closely at home, their eyes filled with concern, but Y/n shut them out. She barely spoke, her once vibrant spirit dulled by the suffocating restrictions. Every attempt they made to reach out was met with silence or a cold glare.

One evening, Y/n sat on the balcony, staring blankly at the city skyline. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the buildings, but she felt none of its warmth.

Natasha found her there, her steps quiet but deliberate. She approached cautiously, sitting down beside Y/n but leaving a respectful distance between them.

“Y/n,” Natasha said softly. “Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to say,” Y/n replied, her voice flat, devoid of emotion.

Natasha sighed, resting her elbows on her knees. “I know you’re angry. I get it.”

“No, you don’t,” Y/n said coldly. “You don’t get anything.”

“We’re trying to help,” Natasha said, her voice gentle but firm.

“I don’t want your help,” Y/n snapped, facing her. Her eyes were cold and distant, far from the warmth they once held. “I want my family.”

Natasha’s expression softened, but there was a sadness in her eyes. “We are your family.”

Y/n shook her head. “No. You’re not. You never were. You were just... there.”

The words hit Natasha like a punch to the gut. She opened her mouth to respond but didn’t know the words.

From the doorway, Wanda watched silently, her heart breaking at the sight of Y/n’s pain. She exchanged a look with Natasha, a silent agreement passing between them.

They knew something had to change.

With Rio and Agatha

Meanwhile, in Westview, Agatha and Rio were struggling with their fears.

“She’s not answering,” Rio said, pacing the living room. “Not her texts, not her calls. Nothing.”

Agatha sat by the window, her arms wrapped around herself. “Something’s wrong,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”

Rio knelt beside her, taking her hands. “We’ll figure it out.”

Agatha’s breath hitched as she closed her eyes, and suddenly, she wasn’t in their living room anymore. She was back in that sterile hospital room, the walls painted in muted colors that did nothing to soften the harsh reality of what had happened.

The nurse’s voice echoed in her mind. “I’m so sorry... your daughter is gone. We believe she was taken.”

Agatha’s chest tightened, the weight of that memory crashing down on her. She’d felt hollow that day like someone had ripped her heart from her chest. And now, years later, the fear of losing Y/n again felt just as raw.

“I can’t lose her again, Rio,” Agatha said, her voice breaking.

“You won’t, my love,” Rio promised, pulling Agatha into her chest. “We fought too hard for this. We’re not losing her again.”

Agatha buried her face in Rio’s neck, her body shaking with silent sobs. The memories of losing Y/n the first time resurfaced, raw and painful.

Rio held her tightly, whispering soothing words while brushing her fingers through her hair. “We’re going to get her back. I swear it.”

~~

The next day, while Y/n was at school, Natasha and Wanda invited Agatha and Rio to the Avengers Tower. The air inside the meeting room was tense, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Agatha and Rio sat on one side of the long table, their postures straight and composed, though their eyes betrayed their worry. Wanda and Natasha faced them, their expressions guarded but not hostile. Steve stood nearby, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, ready to mediate if necessary.

Rio’s gaze flicked from Natasha to Wanda. “You said this was about Y/n.”

“It is,” Natasha began, her voice measured. “She’s not doing well.”

“She’s shutting us out,” Wanda added, guilt weighing heavy. “She’s distant. Withdrawn. It’s like... she’s not herself anymore.”

Agatha scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Because you cut her off from us. What did you expect?”

“We were trying to protect her,” Wanda said softly.

“From what?” Rio’s voice was sharp. “From her family?”

Natasha sighed, leaning forward. “From what we don’t understand. Look, you both have reputations. Agatha, you’re a centuries-old witch with a history of... questionable alliances. And Rio—”

“I’m Death,” Rio interrupted, her tone calm but firm. “I know what I am. But I’m also Y/n’s mother.”

“We get that now,” Natasha admitted. “But at the time, we didn’t know what to think. We were scared for her.”

Agatha’s gaze softened, but her voice remained steady. “Do you have any idea what it felt like to lose her once? And then to find her again, only to have her taken from us all over?” She paused, her voice breaking slightly. “I won’t survive that again.”

Wanda looked down, guilt etched across her face. “We made a mistake. We see that now.”

Steve, sensing the shift, stepped forward. “The point is, we all want the same thing: Y/n’s happiness. We need to work together.”

Rio nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. “Good. Because we’re not giving up on her. Ever.”

Natasha leaned back in her chair, running a hand through her hair. “Neither are we. So... how do we do this?”

Agatha exchanged a glance with Rio, her expression softening. “We take it one step at a time. Together.”

Wanda nodded. “Together.”

~~

Later that afternoon, Y/n walked through the front door earlier than expected, her steps slow and weary. She dropped her backpack by the entryway, rubbing a hand over her tired eyes. When she looked up, her breath caught in her throat.

Agatha and Rio were standing in the living room, their eyes filled with equal parts hope and worry. For a moment, Y/n thought she was dreaming. But when Agatha opened her arms, everything inside her broke.

With a choked sob, Y/n ran to them, practically throwing herself into their embrace.

“I missed you,” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Agatha held her tightly, pressing a kiss to her temple. “We missed you too, darling. So much.”

Rio wrapped her arms around them, her voice gentle and soothing. “It’s okay, Nena. We’re here now. We’ve got you.”

Y/n clung to them, her body shaking with relief. For the first time in weeks, she felt safe. Whole.

From the doorway, Natasha and Wanda stood watching, their eyes filled with guilt and relief.

Y/n pulled back slightly, glancing at them. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

“You don’t have to be,” Wanda said, stepping forward and pulling Y/n into a gentle hug. “We just want you to be happy.”

Natasha nodded, her voice softer than usual. “We messed up. But we’re here now. And we’ll figure it out together.”

Y/n sniffled, nodding. “Okay.”

~~

After the emotional reunion, Y/n wiped at her eyes and gave a watery smile. “Come on,” she said, grabbing both Agatha’s and Rio’s hands. “I want to show you around.”

They wandered through the sleek hallways of Avengers Tower, Y/n pointing out different rooms and telling stories. The tension that had weighed on her for weeks seemed to lift with each step, replaced by a sense of comfort and warmth.

“This is the training room,” Y/n announced, pushing open large double doors. The room was massive, with high ceilings, sparring mats, and various equipment.

Rio's eyes narrowed as she took in the space. “This is where they’ve had you training?”

Y/n nodded. “Yep. It’s also where I almost broke my nose sparring with Peter.”

Agatha’s brow shot up. “Peter Parker?”

“Yeah,” Y/n grinned. “He’s... not great at controlling his webs.”

Rio chuckled, shaking her head. “Sounds like a handful.”

“You have no idea,” Y/n muttered, rolling her eyes. “He’s a walking disaster.”

Agatha crossed her arms, a protective gleam in her eyes. “And they let you fight him unsupervised?”

“It wasn’t exactly unsupervised,” Y/n said quickly. “Natasha was there. She laughed.”

“Of course she did,” Agatha said with a chuckle.

Rio, however, didn’t look amused. “I’m going to have a word with Natasha.”

Y/n snorted. “Good luck with that.”

They continued their tour, eventually stopping in the lounge area. The space was cozy, with a large sectional couch and an oversized TV mounted on the wall.

“This is where movie nights happen,” Y/n explained, gesturing to the couch. “We always end up arguing about what to watch, though.”

“Let me guess,” Agatha said dryly. “Natasha always wins.”

“Pretty much,” Y/n laughed.

They moved on, passing through several other rooms before finally arriving at Y/n’s bedroom. The atmosphere shifted as they stepped inside, the space feeling more personal, more intimate.

Agatha’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the dark circles under Y/n’s eyes and the tired slump of her shoulders. She frowned, reaching out to cup Y/n’s face. “Sweetheart, when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

Y/n shrugged, trying to brush it off. “I’ve been fine.”

Agatha’s gaze softened, but her tone was firm. “No, you haven’t. You’re exhausted.”

Rio stepped closer, her own expression filled with concern. “She’s right, Nena. You need to rest.”

Y/n sighed, her defenses crumbling. “I guess I haven’t been sleeping much.”

Agatha gently guided her to the bed, sitting down beside her. “Then tonight, we’re going to fix that. No more worrying, no more stress. Just us.”

Y/n smiled faintly. “What should we do?”

Rio plopped onto the bed beside them, pulling out Y/n’s laptop. “Movie night?”

Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Can we watch something good? No more action movies.”

Agatha chuckled. “Deal. No explosions, no superheroes.”

Rio smirked. “How about a classic? Something cozy.”

They scrolled through options before settling on a feel-good movie with a soft plot and heartwarming moments. Y/n nestled between Agatha and Rio, cocooned in blankets and pillows.

As the movie played, Agatha absentmindedly ran her fingers through Y/n’s hair, a soothing gesture that made Y/n’s eyelids grow heavy. Rio leaned against the headboard, her arm draped protectively around Y/n’s shoulders.

Halfway through the movie, Y/n’s head lolled onto Agatha’s shoulder, her breathing evening out as sleep claimed her. Agatha smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Y/n’s face.

“She looks so peaceful,” Rio whispered.

“She’s been through so much,” Agatha murmured. “But she’s strong. Stronger than I ever was at her age.”

Rio kissed Agatha’s temple. “She gets that from you.”

“And from you,” Agatha added, her eyes misty.

They stayed like that, watching the rest of the movie in comfortable silence, the soft glow of the screen casting gentle shadows across the room. When the credits rolled, neither of them moved, unwilling to disturb the peaceful moment.

Agatha pressed a kiss to Y/n’s forehead. “One day at a time,” she whispered.

Rio nodded, pulling the blankets up around them. “Together.”

As the storm outside finally began to quiet, they drifted off, wrapped in warmth and love.

For the first time in weeks, Y/n slept peacefully, cocooned in her family's safety.

[galaxysupreme17]

Storm’s Fury

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader!

The storm rolled in with a vengeance, dark clouds swirling over Westview like an ominous shroud. The wind howled, shaking the branches of the old oak trees lining the street. Flashes of lightning illuminated the darkening sky, and thunder rumbled in the distance like a brewing argument.

Upstairs, Y/n was sprawled across her bed, her textbook open and a notebook balanced precariously on her lap. She tapped her pen against her lips, staring at the same line for what felt like the hundredth time. The storm outside was distracting, but not in a bad way. She’d always found comfort in storms—the way they seemed to wash the world clean, their sheer power a reminder of nature’s force.

Still, this one was louder than usual. The first boom of thunder startled her, and she glanced toward the window. The wind whipped the trees violently, and the first raindrops began pelting against the glass. She sighed and reached for her phone, snapping a quick picture of the brewing chaos outside.

Y/n: "Looks like the apocalypse out there. Power bets?" Rio: "Ten bucks says it’s out by dinner." Agatha: "It’ll last. I have faith in this town's ancient wiring." Y/n: "Famous last words."

She laughed to herself, putting the phone down and returning to her notes. The storm was growing louder by the second, and the flicker of her desk lamp didn’t inspire confidence in the power grid. A particularly loud clap of thunder rattled the window, and she groaned.

“Fine, universe, I’ll take a break,” she muttered, snapping her book shut.

Downstairs, the kitchen was alive with the sounds of chopping and sizzling. Agatha moved with practiced precision, her hands deftly preparing eggplant parmesan. The kitchen smelled heavenly, a mix of roasted tomatoes, garlic, and fresh basil filling the air. She was muttering to herself, half a spell and half an argument with the stubborn cheese that refused to grate the way she wanted.

“Talking to yourself again?” Rio teased, leaning against the counter with a mischievous smirk.

Agatha shot her a look but didn’t pause her movements. “I’m talking to the cheese, actually. It’s being uncooperative.”

Rio laughed, sauntering closer and slipping an arm around Agatha’s waist. Her fingers danced absentmindedly over Agatha’s side, earning a soft shiver. “Want me to hex it for you?”

“No,” Agatha replied, her tone exasperated but fond. “I’ll manage, thank you.”

“You always do,” Rio said, kissing Agatha’s temple and lingering there momentarily before resting her chin on Agatha’s shoulder. Her free hand slid down, resting lightly on Agatha’s hip.

Agatha sighed but leaned into the touch. “You call stealing mushrooms off my cutting board ‘helping’?”

Rio grinned, plucking another piece of roasted mushroom and popping it into her mouth. “I call it quality control.”

“Thief,” Agatha muttered, though her lips twitched into a small smile.

Just then, Y/n appeared in the doorway, her socks sliding slightly on the polished wood floor. “Smells amazing in here,” she said, dropping her phone on the counter.

“Don’t encourage her,” Rio said, though her eyes sparkled affectionately.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Agatha announced, sliding the baking dish into the oven with a flourish. She wiped her hands on a towel and turned to face her daughter. “How’s the studying going?”

“It’s not,” Y/n admitted, leaning against the counter. “Too noisy.”

“Excuses,” Agatha said with mock sternness. “I studied through blizzards in Salem.”

“You didn’t have Wi-Fi back then,” Y/n said, grinning.

“Touché.” Agatha grabbed a spoon and stirred a pot of marinara sauce simmering on the stove.

Once the food was ready, the three of them settled at the dining table, their laughter and conversation filling the room as the storm continued to rage outside. Agatha served generous portions of eggplant parmesan, the melted cheese bubbling perfectly on top.

“This,” Y/n said around a mouthful, “is ridiculously good.”

“Of course it is,” Agatha replied with a smirk. “I made it.”

“You’re insufferable when you’re right,” Rio said, though the way her hand found Agatha’s on the table suggested she didn’t mind one bit.

The storm intensified as they ate, the wind howling like a living thing. The lights flickered once or twice and then went out completely, plunging the house into darkness.

“Called it,” Y/n said, reaching for her phone to use as a flashlight.

“Don’t worry,” Agatha said, waving a hand. Purple orbs of light appeared above the table, casting a warm glow over their faces.

“Show-off,” Rio teased, nudging her wife.

“Practical,” Agatha corrected.

After dinner, they moved to the living room. This time, Rio took charge of the fire, crouching by the hearth. Agatha sat on the loveseat, tucking her legs under herself as she watched Rio with a soft smile. When Rio finally lit the fire, she stood, dusting her hands off theatrically, then settled beside Agatha. Her arm draped lazily along the back of the loveseat while her other hand rested on Agatha’s thigh.

Y/n glanced up from her blanket cocoon on the couch. “Gross,” she muttered, though her tone lacked any real disdain. “Seriously, do you two have a switch, or is it just constant?”

“It’s constant,” Rio said with a smirk, squeezing Agatha’s thigh for emphasis.

Agatha chuckled. “She’ll understand someday.”

“Doubt it,” Y/n quipped, pulling her blanket over her head.

“Let her sulk,” Rio whispered, leaning closer to Agatha, their foreheads almost touching. “More time for us.”

“You’re impossible,” Agatha replied, though she didn’t move away.

“Gross!” came Y/n’s muffled voice, earning a round of laughter from her mothers.

Eventually, the storm’s noise became more of a background lullaby. Y/n yawned, her phone slipping from her hand.

“Tired already?” Agatha asked softly.

“Maybe,” Y/n mumbled. “Can I sleep in your room tonight? Just… for the storm?”

Agatha smiled gently. “Of course, darling.”

The three of them went upstairs, Y/n trailing behind with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders. They piled onto the bed in the bedroom, Y/n snug between Agatha and Rio.

“Goodnight, my loves,” Rio murmured, her voice soothing against the raging storm.

“Goodnight,” Y/n whispered, already half-asleep.

Although the storm continued to roar outside, inside the Harkness-Vidal home, everything was calm, warm, and safe.

[galaxysupreme17]

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.