#Lilia and Jennifer i just... i adore them

[saudadexmses]

i watched the Lilia episode yesterday (i'm missing the last two episodes) and i just adored that episode

[cassiebones]

Obsessed with the concept of The Coven going to Pride.

Alice makes everybody wear shirts that say "Free Mom Hugs" for all the baby queers at Pride who are estranged from their homophobic families. She made them herself in each of the Coven's signature colors.

Agatha being the first one to don hers, bright violet with white font, checking herself out in the mirror, making model faces at herself while the others roll their eyes.

"Don't hate me because I'm hot," she huffs, strutting toward the door.

Rio puts hers on, forest green with gold font, but singes the ends to give it an edgier look. She nods at herself in the mirror, grinning toothily, before following her wife to the door.

Lilia puts hers one (pale yellow with black font) and smiles happily in the mirror, a tear coming to her eyes. She grew up in medieval times, where even the concept of Pride was nothing more than a sin. Now she gets to give comfort to those who need it most, openly.

Jennifer's is pink. Her magic is blue because she's the Water/Potions witch, but Alice knows she prefers pink. She tucks the shirt up so that it's a bit cropped, going adorably with her glittery skirt.

Alice puts on her orange shirt last, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a smile. She shares a lot of physical similarities with her mom and, in that moment, can almost feel her arms around her again.

Jen pulls her out of her thoughts with a tug on her hand, pulling her outside where their coven waits for them.

Teen (they know his name, but he's just Teen to them still) meets them at Pride, with his boyfriend. They wear cute red shirts that say "Twink 1" and "Twink 2" and hold hands, a giant MLM flag draped over their shoulders.

Twink runs straight into Alice's arms, however, the second he sees her. She hugs him back so tightly despite her tiny stature. He doesn't want to ever let go.

But he has to so that he can hug all his other coven moms.

He hugs Rio and Agatha last, together. Agatha presses a kiss to his jaw (she's too short to reach his forehead) and strokes his cheek, looking up at him, proudly.

When he pulls back, he turns to look at all the people in the streets, all kinds of flags waving in the air. His chest swells and he looks back to the coven, his coven.

"You're going to be busy today," he tells them. "Thankfully, you're not the only ones." He motions to a couple of butches, both of whom wear "Mom Hugs" shirts under their vests.

"I'll give as many hugs as it takes," Lilia says, "to make somebody know that they are loved in this world. We didn't always have that, you know."

Teen nods. "I know," he says, tears in his eyes. He reaches back out for his boyfriend, kisses him, and then smiles at the coven. "We'll see you all later," he says. "Lunch?"

Agatha nods and gives him one last wave before turning back to her coven.

"Okay," she says. "So where do we head off to first?"

"I need some potion ingredients," Jen says. "And that looks like a farmer's market right there. Trust the gays to set up organic goodies at Pride. Bless."

"I'll go with you," Alice says, taking Jen's hand and blushing when the others throw her knowing smirks. "Shut up," she mutters, pulling a surprised Jen away.

"When did that happen?" Agatha murmurs to Rio and Lilia.

"Just now, I think," Lilia retorts, smirking.

"Excuse me?" a voice says behind her. Lilia turns to see a 20-something transgender girl, holding her partner's hand tightly in her own. There are tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, but could I have a--"

Lilia doesn't even let her finish the sentence, reaching out and pulling the girl into her arms, holding her tightly. The young woman towers over Lilia, but she still looks so small in Lilia's arms as the older woman hugs her so fiercely.

"You are loved," Lilia says, reaching for her ear. "You are valid. You are good."

The woman's shoulders wrack with sobs, and Agatha finds herself reaching for Rio's hands, squeezing tightly as she remembers a time when that would have been her.

That was her. When her mother had found out that she'd been kissing other girls, non-witches, she had been furious. She had screamed and cursed, calling Agatha all kinds of names. Evil spilled from her lips so easily.

All because Agatha liked women.

Now here was somebody who became a woman - or who always was one, but never allowed to be one until now - with the transgender pride flag on her shirt, being hugged and loved on by an older generation (medieval old) and reveling in it.

Tears spilled from her eyes and she felt Rio reach out, wiping them from her cheeks. She canted into the touch, leaning in to place her forehead on Rio's. She could see the glint of tears in her wife's eyes, as well.

"How long have you two been together?" a voice asks, breaking them out of their little bubble.

Agatha blinks and looks away from Rio, toward a pair of teenage girls, no older than fifteen, smiling dreamily at them both. They have rainbow stickers littering their bodies, Pride flags sticking out of matching buns in their hair. They're both brunette, one a slightly darker skin color than the other. One of them has braces and deep dimples in her cheeks.

They're so young, Agatha thinks. So filled with joy and hope that Agatha never got to have at that age.

She looks at Rio and they share a smile.

"It's been decades," Agatha says, casually, squeezing Rio's hands.

"Centuries," Rio corrects, grinning. It sounds like a joke to the uninformed, but they know the truth.

"Aww, that's so cute!" the taller of the two girls, who's wearing a pink and orange checker-patterned shirt. "I hope that's us one day, Aggie."

Rio's eyes widen at that. "Aggie?" she asks. "What's that short for?"

Aggie rolls her eyes, wrinkling her nose. "Agnes," she huffs, crossing her arms. "My mom named me after her grandmother. It's so embarrassing."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Agnes," Agatha says, holding out her hand. "I'm Agatha."

Aggie's eyes widen at that. "Seriously? Another Aggie?!"

"I prefer my full name, actually," Agatha says. "And Agnes isn't a bad name, either."

"Of course you would say that," Rio snorts low enough that the girls can't hear her. Agatha elbows her, lightly, in the side. Rio snorts, then looks at the other girl. "What's your name?"

"River," the taller of the girl's says.

Agatha and Rio share a wide-eyed look.

"You're kidding," Agatha says, looking at River.

"Nope," River sighs. "My parents are kinda hippies. I have a brother name Moon and a Sister named Elm."

"Elm?" Rio asks. "That sounds more like the name of a green witch."

River's face blooms pink and her eyes widen. "What?" she says, looking around in a panic. "N-no! We're not...witches! That's ridiculous!"

Agatha and Rio share a look, then each raises their hands and allow a little of their magic to seep out in glowing purple and green clouds, making both girls' eyes widen.

"Witches!" Agnes gasps. "Seriously? That's...wow!"

"So, when you said that you've been together for centuries...?"

"We meant that literally," Rio confirms.

"With one teeny break of a few...decades," Agatha says, waving it off.

"But we're back together," Rio says, squeezing her hand, "and you'll never be rid of me again." She bats her eyes at Agatha, who gives the teens an unamused look, eye roll included.

The teens giggle, then they each hold up their own hands, sparks flying from them for a few brief seconds.

"Ooh," Rio says, "witchlings. Sweet."

"Orange and blue," Agatha points out. "Protection and Potions, respectively. You know, we have a couple of witches in our own coven that match that description."

"Seriously!?" Aggie gasps, shaking her girlfriend's hand. "Where are they? Are they here? Are they..." she flicks her wrist, which makes Rio snort.

"As far as we know," Agatha confirms. "They're also together, like, romantically." She nods in the direction of the farmer's market stalls, where Alice is being embraced by a group of young women, all with multiple piercings and dyed hair, while Jen is embracing another young woman with twists in her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You can't miss them," she says. "We're in uniform today."

The teens share a look before each embracing one of the witches. Agatha and Rio are both taken aback by the affection, before wrapping their arms around them in return.

"You are loved," Agatha whispers into Aggie's hair, holding her tightly. "You are valid."

"You are good," Rio says into River's hair.

The girls pull back and all four of them have tears in their eyes. Agatha wipes at hers, then shoos the teens away, sending them toward their coven mates. The girls immediately clasp hands, waving back at them over their shoulders.

"We could never have done that in our youth," Agatha murmurs, frowning slightly. "Just walked openly in the middle of all these people, holding hands, making it clear that we were gay. The world has changed so much."

"For the better, in this instance," Rio adds, squeezing Agatha's hand. Agatha nods, resting her head on Rio's shoulder. Rio places a kiss on her temple and they enjoy the moment of silence and solitude for a moment.

Then, "Where's Lilia?"

"Over there," Rio says, nodding to where a line of people have gathered, just to receive one of Lilia's hugs. There aren't only teenagers there, but people of all ages, some even looking older than Lilia herself (though it's improbable that any of them actually are). She hugs them tight, then whispers soothing words to them as they cry.

"She is really in her element," Agatha says, looking at her, wondering what her youth had been like if she'd had somebody like Lilia there to tell her that she was loved, that she was not evil, like her mother had said. Would Lilia have helped her escape Salem before the execution? Would she have consoled her, hugged her, told her that she was worthy of something more?

Rio had been the one to do that for Agatha, at the time, but it was after the death of her original coven, after the damage had already been done.

Agatha is just grateful that there's somebody for these kids now. That the world is changing, that they can be out in the open, that they have the language to express themselves like she'd never had.

"We should get married," Agatha says, suddenly, looking at Rio.

"What?" Rio asks, lifting a brow. "We're already ma--"

"Legally, too," Agatha says. "I mean, I know in witch law, we are married. But...we should get married again. Legally, by government standards."

"Why?" Rio asks.

"Because we can," Agatha retorts. "Because we couldn't the last time we were together. We couldn't even really be out in the open, not like this." She looks around at the other Pride attendees. "I want to stand in front of as many people as possible and tell everybody that I am gay and in love with you and that we'll be together for the rest of our existence." She takes a deep breath. "Do you want that, too?"

Rio grins down at her. "More than anything," she breathes, leaning in to kiss Agatha's lips, pulling her tightly against her own body.

When they pull back, Agatha has her hand clasped around something, smiling up at Rio as she gets down on one knee.

"Rio Vidal," she says, getting the attention of everybody within hearing distance, "will you spend all of eternity with me?" She hears several people gasp, including Lilia, but she doesn't turn to look at any of them. Her gaze is focused only on Rio.

Rio, swallowing thickly as tears fills her eyes, nods furiously, holding out her left hand. Agatha opens her fist, revealing a platinum ring with a bright, glittering amethyst embedded in it, sliding it onto Rio's fingers, then allowing herself to be lifted off the ground and into Rio's waiting arms, sharing a deep kiss with the love of her life as applause thunders around them.

This is something she had never imagined could happen when she was thirteen years old, sobbing as her mother called her evil for daring to touch her lips to those of another girl. It was a shame that was planted deep in her chest, blooming anytime her thoughts drifted toward another woman, no matter how innocently.

Rio was the one who had pulled that shame out of her, by the roots, making her feel proud and loved and unashamed of herself for the first time.

And now Rio is the one she will spend the rest of her life loving, free of shame.

When they pull away from their kiss, Rio is grinning madly at her, holding something up. When Agatha sees what it is, she rolls her eyes. It's a gold ring with an emerald setting, looking kind of black at the edges, in the shape of a heart.

"You're very cheesy for the embodiment of Death," Agatha murmurs even as she allows Rio to slide the ring onto her finger.

"You love it," Rio whispers back, pressing another kiss to her lips. "Admit it: it makes you go weak at the knees."

"At least I have you to hold me upright."

"Who's the cheesy one now, huh?"

"YOU GUYS ARE ENGAGED?!"

Without warning, Teen wraps his arms around them both, hoisting them up about a foot in the air and spinning with them a few feet before he runs out of steam. Still, he embraces them, hugging so, so tightly.

Then the rest of the coven joins in - Lilia and Alice and even Jen - and Agatha would usually feel suffocated by so many people around her, but now she just feels...loved.

[mrs-pianofandom-98]

Can I be good..?

Agatha has always had a tendency to push people away. To deny herself any good because she knows it never last. Even when her girls make it hard for her to try to push…(Currently going through a breakup so you can all suffer with me)

(..Agatha’s thoughts..)

It was a saturday morning agatha had prompted to sleep alone without any of her lovers that night. She just wanted a moment and they all understood knowing they all had those moments. But she hadn’t slept. She knew it was one of her bad nights. She had tossed and turned,got up to redo her lesson plans or to read her text. She knew if she just went to lilia she would make her some tea or to Rio she would hold Agatha till she fell asleep.

But everytime she found the longing or the want to go and see one of them she pulled herself back. She knew she had been closed off and snippy all day,she didn’t think she could go out there and apologize and ask for something..anything to make her head quiet. Because the Agatha Harkness didn’t apoligize when she was the one being annoyed! Annoyed by billy’s constent updates through his classes (she asked him to do) or Jennifers blubbering about her work (Agatha loved the way her eyes lit up when ranting). She was the one allowed to be annoyed!

She groaned as she set up in her bed feeling her head pounding as it was just as fed up as she was. She tried to wipe away the exhaustion as she went downstairs and smelt breakfast. They all were off today, a rare occurrence (Of course she had to have a bad day and ruin it). Lilia was in the kitchen swaying about with her pulled up still in her soft yellow nightgown humming to herself as she flipped the pancakes. Agatha had caught Alice sitting on the counter next to the stove in her white tank top and black sweats looking at Lilia with the same love struck look the investigator gave them all. (She had grown to love that look)

“Morning ags!” Alice said as she looked up at her girlfriend. Usually Agatha would give her a wink or a “good morning dear” but she just hummed as she poured herself a cup of coffee. (Trying to ignore the saddened look Alice had given her) As she looked up at Jennifer and Rio coming downstairs as they had both slept in Jen’s room last night. Jennifer kissed both Lilia and Alice a goodmorning as Rio went over to Agatha as she leaned in but Agatha blocked her by putting up her mug “Not right now you have morning breath.” Agatha said as she walked past Rio into the living room grabbing the paper.

Rio narrowed her eyes at the action “What’s got you so moody amor.” She asked slightly hurt with a hint of annoyance as they knew how agatha got when she was in a mood. Agatha hated (adored) how they knew her actions so well she was so used to being able to make anyone leave her alone.

“Nothing. And I don’t get moody please, that's for the teenager.” She scoffed at the comparison. “Then care to explain why we’ve gotten the backlash of whatever has gotten you into a bitchy mood.” Jennifer questioned as she took a sip of her tea. At this point Agatha noticed the stove was turned off and they all were looking at her.

“Is having a bad headache such a crime jen.” Agatha snipped harsher than she intended. Jennifeir eyes narrowed as she looked at agatha. “It is when you're taking it out on us again.” The way Jennifer said again made agatha tense as she recalled how many times she had done that before but she wasn’t going to admit it. Agatha quickly put up her walls of indifference as she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever do you mean dear,I’m fine.” Agatha knew how much Jennifer hated the condescending and false kind tone Agatha used. Jennifer had stood up from the table walking straight in front of Agatha. “Agatha Please,” she said,her voice softening recognizing agatha's defense. “Your not fine and you know it. You’ve been distant,snappy,and cold. You barley talk,rarely even look at us anymore. It’s like your avoiding us.”

Agatha felt a pain of guilt at Jennifer’s words. She knew it was true but didn’t want to acknowledge the fact she caused this subconsciously on purpose. Agatha looked away, ignoring the lump in her throat. “I’m so sorry I haven't been able to be the perfect partner like all of you jen.” Agatha said harshly as she stood up. Jennifer looked slightly hurt before her eyes narrowed “I said nothing about that Agatha. I didn’t compare you to us! I’m simply-”

Agatha cut her off with a glare and sarcastic smirk “You're simply comparing me to all of you! Simply telling me every way I'm not doing what all of you are right?” Agatha knew she was being unfair but this was how to get them to leave her alone. (Right..) “Agatha you need to calm down.” Lilia interrupted as she looked at the escalating argument. Agatha scoffed as she looked at them all “I’m so sorry I can’t play house everyday. My bad I can’t be the good woman you all claim me to be! Maybe finally you’ll fucking understand I don’t need your dame help! I just need you to leave me alone!” Agatha had repeated the phrases that had been haunting her head since she allowed herself to open to this relationship.

Agatha's eyes were glossy with unshed tears she hid behind with the scowl she was wearing. As she slammed the mug and the paper down and grabbed her coat and keys. “Where are you goi-”Alice tried to ask worriedly but all Agatha did was walk out slamming the door.

(Pt 2?)

[lalchimiedecupid]

Sins of the Past buried at the Old Creek:

(Lilia×Agatha×Rio)

III: The Myth of Sisyphus

Disclaimer: Things don't follow the script, but the storyline. So scenes are not the same but they have the same concept!

TW: Religious guilt. Small mentions of cannibalism through religion. Religion bashing, torture? (Whipping at confession)

"He's very hungry" Lilia said softly as she watched Agatha nurse Nicholas quietly.

"He is" She murmured, leaning her head against Lilia's chest as the older woman sat behind her.

"Oh, how adorable he is" She said softly, kissing Agatha's temple, and her cheek as the younger witch giggled slightly.

"He is. He's all adorable with that little nose of his and his chubby cheeks" The dark witch said quietly, turning to capture Lilia's lips in a kiss.

Their lips moved against one another in a slow and passionate dance, oh so family to them before the sound of Nicholas cooing broke them apart.

"I'll take him to bed" Lilia said softly, taking him away from her as she kissed Agatha's forehead once again.

A few minutes later and Lilia was back in bed with her, the two of them cuddled up together, their lips on each other's skin. It has been a few weeks since Agatha gave birth, Nicholas being an absolute angel and sleeping through most of the night. But only Lilia knew that it was Rio that watched over him as she let Agatha and herself rest. The divination witch held Agatha's head to her chest, pressing soft kisses onto her head, her face.

"Lily?"

"Yes, Mellilla?"

"I think I love you" It was a quiet whisper, murmured against skin with her face buried in Lilia's neck.

"Oh" She gasped ever so quietly, her hand tangling into Agatha's hair as she pulled her closer. "I'll take care of that heart of yours, Mellilla."

"So..how do we get to the next trial?" Billy asked awkwardly as he stared at both Lilia and Agatha, Rio nowhere in sight .

"We walk" The dark witch said with a scoff.

"Are you okay?" Jen asked Lilia worriedly as she hugged the older woman.

"I'm okay" She murmured against her shoulder,feeling Agatha's eyes glare at them both, almost with disgust.

"Okay, enough mushy mushy feelings! We're at the end of the road!" She said, pulling Lilia away from Jennifer's arms and into her own.

Lilia was hers and hers alone. Hell, even Rio lost that right to be with her.

"Guys— Aren't those our shoes?" Billy asked as he looked at their shoes.

"We're back where we started" Agatha gasped out, her hand grasping onto Lilia's wrist, keeping her close, worried.

"Wh—What that's it?!" Jen exclaimed, eyes wide as she turned around, looking for something, anything to tell her that this was just a sick joke and that the trial was somewhere near.

"There's no way we're—"

"Come on! This is probably just a trick!" Agatha said, forcing a giggle out of her as she clapped her hands together. "We just need to keep looking around. Walk the road again!"

"No! Noway am I goin through this hell all over again!" The potions witch argued.

"I'm done! This road— It's killing us all one by one. I'm not— I'm not doing this anymore" Billy scoffed, grabbing his shoes and beginning to put them on.

"I don't think that's the right thing to do—" Lilia spoke finally, her grip onto Agatha's wrist tightening.

"I'm done respecting the road, because it clearly doesn't respect us either—" The teenager grumbled under his breath, putting on his first shoe.

"Don't even —" Agatha grabbed onto him and pulled him away from the shoes.

"Take it off. We're walking again" Each word was punctuated with an underlying tone of anger and determination.

Lilia looked around the forest once again, her eyes taking in her surroundings. This damned road seemed like a corn maze, takes you around in circles, when you're finally supposed to be reaching the end.

Cursed thing it is.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she noticed some movements, near the trees. Turning on her heel to face whatever creature it was she saw, she was met with Rio instead, holding her index finger to her mouth, a mock shushing noise, one oh so familiar to her. The dagger raised in the air and Rio cut through the fabrics of reality, almost as if she were tearing at soft fabric, so breakable, so fragile.

The divination witch sucked in a breath as her eyes widened almost comically at the sight before her. Slowly, her eyes trailed towards Billy who was busy arguing in with Agatha over his shoe, the dark witch attempting to stop him from putting them on. And just like the cold winter breeze, the realization settled in deep into her fragile bones. The Road is a con. A fragment now created by Billy himself, and Agatha..Agatha knows.

Oh no.

It was 1373, The Plague has ended almost two decades ago and Lilia began to wander all across Europe once again in search of home. Something she knew better than to hope and pray for, because with the scent of Death lingering in the air, home can only ever be temporary.

And so, she wanders the streets of an old village in Germany, her feet taking her towards a church in the middle of the Village. It was big and fancy, with golden details embedded into the rocks that kept it standing. A church filled with riches and luxury no one could dream of having, and yet, it welcomes the poor, or, so they say.

She seemed to have walked in on the Priest giving a lecture, right after reading the bible. And if you're wondering why she knows such things as a witch, well, she grew up Catholic. Or as Catholic as one can be when they're a witch. So she sat in the back rows of the church, and listened to the lecture.

"We as Christians are not good christians. We let Pagans and those Muslims corrupt humanity" The priest said, waving his hand around."Witches take our children and burn them! They use them for their own good! For their evil!" She felt herself flinch at his words, but otherwise didn't say anything else. "Our children should be protected, as well as our women!"

The priest kept on yelling his words of wisdom angrily, screaming them as they echoed through the walls of the church. But one of the things he talked about was our only act of Cannibalism.

Communion.

When we take the bread and wine into our mouth, it is not food we are feasting on, rather the body and blood of Christ. The Salvatore that came to liberate us from our first sin. But oh, how much sin one can have and hold in them to not be able to feel and taste the skin and blood of our Savior.

For we do not deserve to taste the body of Christ if our bodies are filled with rot and sin. For sinners do not hold the ability of distinguishing what is holy and what is mere food on their plates, that if they ever had a taste of food. So people come to church for the bread and wine, to fill their empty stomachs , because they are greedy. They don't understand that, the body of Christ puts an end to our hunger and our thirst, to our greed and our lust, to our temptations and our gluttony.

And the priest carried on before eventually it was time for communion, and everyone welcomed the body of Christ into them, whether they were sinners or not, whether they were listening to the reading, to the lecture or to the prayers. Whether they had confessed their sins or not, the body of Christ was eaten by everyone, except for Lilia. And why you may ask? Well it's simple. Lilia did not confess. She's a witch too to add it on top of all, a witch who's betraying both of her kin. The Catholic and the Spiritual.

Before she knew it, the prayers were over and everyone could retire to their homes. Everyone except for Lilia as the priest approached her.

"I see you didn't come for communion, my child. Why is that?" He asked, his accent thick as he eyed her up though a smile was plastered on his lips.

"Oh, forgive me father but I haven't gone to confession, I was too engrossed with your lecture to abandon it" She said, flashing the man a semi nervous smile as she fiddled with her fingers as she always did.

"No worries my child, follow me"

Swallowing thickly, she looked around before following the man as he left her no other option.

He lead her to a small office where he told her to kneel by the chair as he took a seat. It seems like he was going to make her confess one way or another. So she knelt by the chair and joined her hands together, before she began with the usual process.

"Forgive me father, for I have sinned"

He muttered a small prayer under his breath and said "Go on my child, tell me of your sins"

Taking a deep breath, she thought for a moment. What would she tell the priest? That she's a witch? That she lost faith? That she's one of the guilty women they should burn at the stake rather than the innocent who've died for nothing? That she should be welcomed with Pitchforks and fire? Swallowing she finally said.

"Father I find myself straying away from religion, from our God. I feel..abandoned" She said quietly, saying her words with a wavering confidence as she watched the man scoff and puff his chest.

"That's filth that comes out of your mouth child! God does not abandon us! We abandon him!" He yelled, standing up and going towards his desk. "And you refusing communion, his body and blood! The one he died on the cross for us to taste! For us to heal ourselves with! To put an end to our hunger and thirst! Your refusal is a sin by itself!" His voice grew higher and higher, the voice coming from the back of his throat and in the middle, filled with spit and snot. A filthy man he truly is.

She watched him grab a Cat-o'-nine-tails and that's when everything registered in. She needed to get out now.

"Tell me! Tell me what witch you've encountered that has soiled your head?!" He snapped, the whip making contact against her thigh, hidden beneath layers of skirts.

A yelp escaped her lips as she crawled backwards before she managed to turn on all four, ready to push herself back up before the whip collided with her back and wrapped around her torso. A pained scream shook her chest, causing her to stumble back down onto all fours.

"F—Father—!" She exclaimed, feeling her magic bubble up inside of her, gut twisting almost painfully. An ache for a release.

"You filthy sinner! Running away from your punishment! From your only salvation to liberate yourself from your filth and sin!" The next hit was far more painful than the first two, breaking both flesh and clothes.

She let the hits come, feeling herself succumb to her guilt, to her pain and her misery. The guilt almost suffocating before a strangled scream echoed through the chamber and the priest lays dead on the floor, Death's scent heavy in the air with her dagger raised up.

The metalic smell of blood filled her nostrils, her lungs, reminding her of the murder that occurred by her own hands. Looking up at the skeletal figure, she watched as the dagger was also tainted in blood.

"We broke the rules" She whispered.

"Don't worry, in 1374, a plague will hit Aachen. Things will balance out" Death whispered, caressing her cheek. "Rest now, you're in good hands"

Lilia awoke with a gasp, mud filling her mouth as she crawled her way out of the wet soil. Looking around, she found herself in a backyard, unfamiliar to her while the wind cut through the layers of her skin and froze her bones, and the lightning roared in the sky, it could only mean one thing.

Death has come to take what she wants.

The boy.

Or Agatha.

Never her.

A loud cackled was heard in the air and her eyes traveled up to the sound. There she was. The Lover, the Friend, the Foe, Death.

❛°•☽☼☾•°❜

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**SPOILERS AHEAD BEWARE**

Agatha All Along just came out, heres what I think about it.

So, starting off with the cinematic factors of it, I loved it. it was exactly what I was expecting, nothing less. I was very surprised with the plot though. It was so so funny, I had watched it with one of my friends and she loved it as well. Props to all who were apart of Agatha all along. The references of witchy movies, like the trap door and Snow White? I loved that Easter egg, I probably sound crazy but I swear it’s there.

I loved how dramatic Agatha was, her sarcasm, her impaticnce, her wickedness, spot on, even her haterd for Wanda. Agatha has lots of emotions, as much as I can tell. She just conceals them so much. She looks conflicted and angry when she sees Rio, she seems playful and antagonizing with Jen, laid back with Lilia, dismissive with Alice, impatient with Ms. Davis, and genuinely irritated and annoyed with Teen. She seems much more open on the show, less… distant and cruel? Maybe it’s the many many fics I’ve read that’s clouding my judgement but I was surprised to say the least. But it wasn’t a bad one. I love Agatha in this, there’s so much to tell about her her life, and I’m hyped to find out what’s up.

(Side note, one of my predictions was right! Rio's magic is in fact not something that can be taken. That was one of the few predictions I had made, and I'm so glad that that little detail was right.)

And Rio?! Oh my goodness, she's just as cryptc and lore filled as I imagined her. Her harshness with an underlined gentleness is killing me! And her licking Agatha’s hand better? Oh my that had me in a chokehold, so many golden ideas portrayed beautifully. And I have reason to believe that Agatha sacrificed Nicholas. The first sign is the childhood bedroom from episode one, Agnes being upset about it, two, the jab that Jen made, and three, when Rio mentioned the Darkhold, and its darkness, theres definitely some lore there, and I think it’s something that Agatha caused. Also does anyone have any clues as to what Rio says when she makes her dramatic exits? I only know some Spanish, but I’m not fluent 😭

Anywho, let’s talk about Teen. So when I first saw him I was fairly surprised. I didn’t expect him to try and steal something, nor did I know that it was an illusion of some sort? Maybe? Whatever it was, I know that Teen is not to be underestimated. He has some powerful qualities, even if it’s not as flashy as Agatha or Wanda’s. I love his perkiness and how he’s just happy to be there, even if it is as Agatha’s ‘pet’.

My next victim is Lilia. I had originally thought that she couldn’t use her magic or, predictions freely, only when vision came. But I was happily wrong. I don’t think she can use it whenever though. I love her style as well, such a level of grace and colorfulness really brings her character together. Patti did a fantastic job of portraying someone as kooky as Lilia.

Now we have Jen. I knew that they had some history because if something Kathryn had said on an interview, but I don’t think it was a lot. But clearly something went down to make Jen have a level of hatred towards her. But besides that, I get aesthetic, the pinks, the candles, the jewelry? It’s all so beautiful, I especially loved the septum piercing. It was a cute touch. Anyways, moving on from that, Agatha had mentioned that Jennifer is magic bound because of some curse? I wonder what that’s about. Over all, I adore Jen’s personality, I love how she knows what she’s worth and that she seems to always know what to say. She’s very confident of herself which is something I live to see. And I can see how Jen’s sarcasm and Agatha’s sarcasm may clash from time to time.

Moving on, we have Alice to discuss. Now I have written a little about how I portrayed her in my fic Natural Order, and I think I got her pretty well. I surprised myself I’m gonna be honest. I was half expecting her to be the exact opposite, but that’s a happy accident I guess. Anywho, I love her style as well, I wish we got to see more if the ship she had formally worked at, it was such a cozy and spooky place, I wouldn’t mind working there myself. The designers outdid themselves truly. Alice is very dismissive, and is always one step ahead, I love that about her (so far). She seems to be pretty laid back, while also being very vigilant as well.

Lastly, but certainly not least, Ms. Davis. I find her absolutely darling, she was so sweet and I had a good laugh when she came on screen. I love her obliviousness and utter happiness to be included, similar to Teen in that way. I hope she sticks around, u trying so, there’s not a bone in my body that doesn’t like her, she’s such a good ‘temporary’ addition to the coven.

The Salem seven seem to be like… the witch police? Maybe? I’m excited to see more of them.

Honorable mention: Senor Scratchy serving as always.🫡

A little treat I took:

(Also, height difference??!!! Loved that shot.)

[slut4alicewu]

Happy Birthday

~ alice wu gulliver x fem!oc (Astrid)

summary: alice and astrid celebrate their twins' birthday.

warnings: magical pregnancy (no men here), bad parentship and crappy writing.

note: i need to cure my broken heart 💔

The sun filtered through the trees, casting a warm golden light over the backyard, where laughter echoed and a sense of joy filled the air. Red and Pink balloons danced in the gentle breeze, and a banner reading “Happy 3rd Birthday, Cassandra and Lorna!” hung proudly across the patio. Today was a day of celebration, a day of joy, but beneath the surface, emotions ran deep for the adults present.

Alice, radiant and teary-eyed, stood beside her wife, watching the twins as they played with their new toys, her heart swelling with pride. “Can you believe they’re already three?” she murmured to Astrid, who cuddled her, wiping away a stray tear. “It feels like just yesterday we were in the hospital, holding them for the first time.”

Astrid smiled, her eyes shimmering with happiness. “I know. They’ve grown so much, Alice. Look at them.” She gestured towards Cassandra and Lorna, who were giggling as they built a small tower with colorful blocks. “They’re our little witches.”

As the twins squealed in delight, Alice couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness. “I just want to shield them from everything,” she admitted softly, her voice thick with emotion. “The world is so big and scary, and they’re so small.”

Astrid wrapped an arm around Alice’s shoulder, drawing her close. “We’ll protect them together, just like we always have.” There was an unspoken understanding between them, a bond forged in the fires of their past. "When we discovered I was pregnant I was so scared.” Alice looked at her wife. “I don't want to be like them.” she didn't asked like who, she knew she was talking about her parents.

Nearby, Sharon, was busy preparing the cake, humming a soft tune. The twins adored their grandmother, her sweet and kind nature a perfect counterbalance to their chaotic personality. “Can you girls help me with the frosting?” she called, and they scampered over, eager to assist.

“Granny Sasa, look!” Lorna exclaimed, holding up a dollop of frosting. “I made a cupcake!”

“Oh, that looks delicious, my sweet!” Sharon praised, her heart swelling with love for her now granddaughters.

Lilia watched from the sidelines, her expression serious but softened by the warmth of the moment. “Don’t get too much frosting on your clothes, girls,” she said, her voice firm but with a hint of amusement. “You don’t want to give your moms a reason to be angry.”

The twins giggled at Lilia’s seriousness. “We’re careful, Granny Lia!” Cassandra chirped, brushing her hands together, frosting smudged across her cheek.

Jennifer, was nearby, setting up a piñata that hung from a low branch. “Alright, who’s ready to break this open?” she called, her playful demeanor contagious. The twins jumped up and down in excitement, their eyes shining with anticipation.

“Me! Me!” they shouted, and Alice couldn’t help but laugh at their enthusiasm. “Thanks Auntie Jen!”

As the festivities continued, Agatha observed from a distance. Though her demeanor was often cold, there was a playful glint in her eyes as she watched the twins interact with their mothers. She had always kept her emotions tightly locked away, but something about being around the girls stirred something deep within her.

They reminded her of Nicholas.

“Come on, Auntie Aggie! Time to break the piñata!” Cassandra called, her tone loud as always. The twins rushed toward her, taking her hands.

Agatha just chuckled.