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cuinaminute229 · 8 months ago

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With death comes life

pairing: Agatha x Rio x reader

summary: To fall in love with both life and death is almost impossible. They contradict each other, they are different sides to the same coin. Agatha once managed the impossible. But time and grief can break almost anything, and this time it breaks what feels like everything.

a/n: there will be more parts to this. I find this dynamic rather interesting and I am definitely going to explore it. not a lot of warning in this part except for mild swearing. slightly protective Rio.

part 2, part 3

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Life and Death go hand in hand.

One can not exist without the other.

It’s a partnership that transcends time itself.

Agatha Harkness does not understand this. She can not, because for the longest time all she has ever known is death.

All she has ever done is take. She takes and takes and takes until there is nothing left to give. Until there is nothing left you can give.

Death will love her. Life will despise her.

That is how it will be for centuries.

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The witches’ road is a place that does not welcome you. It fights you every step of the way.

It is a graveyard. It takes what it wants without thoughts of sympathy or solace. It digs up fear and trauma like gold. It twists and stretches and tears the desires of witches brave enough to step foot on the road.

You hate it and yet you are summoned.

The dirt between your fingers is a sensation that feels as familiar as holding death's hand. Clawing your way from beneath the earth is not something you're very familiar with.

You're not usually summoned alongside her, this is different.

The echoes of multiple screams ring in your ears as you crawl your way out of a fresh grave, growling through clenched teeth when you finally break the surface.

Your joints and bones pop as you twist and jerk to realign what's been broken. You swear you're going to ring the witch's neck that's summoned you.

You tilt your head and feel a crack in your neck, you grimace before you jerk your head and relief seeps into your muscles.

With a flex of your fingers you adjust your clothes before the colors of the leaves scattered amongst the ground catches your eye.

Just as the realization settles and you finally understand where you are, a hand that brushes against the length of your back is the only thing that seems to ground you. You lean into her touch with a slow forced exhale.

Rio is here, that is the only comfort you feel.

You absolutely hate the witches’ road.

When you finally glance up at the witches who were just screaming bloody murder, you notice her right away.

Her thick brown hair falling against her shoulders, the white button up shirt that complements her dress pants, the locket that’s always with her.

Agatha Harkness and this coven of four have summoned you and Rio to the road.

The rage that heats your blood is a sensation that you will never get used to, it burns like the sun and yet it's all you can feel as you glare daggers at her.

The only thing that stops you from lunging at her is Rio’s quick reaction. The hand that was resting on your back has encircled your waist, she tugs you back against her, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Easy there tiger.” Her soft chuckle of amusement is not distraction enough from what you want to say.

“What the fuck are you doing Agatha?” Your words are harsh and yet you feel no sympathy when she flinches at your tone.

“Excuse me?” The witch in the pink dress places a hand over her heart like you personally offended her.

“You’re excused.” You pay her no mind, your eyes are only on Agatha. “Now answer the question.”

Agatha says nothing. Her eyes look from you to Rio and back like she can barely believe what she’s seeing. Like she didn’t intend for this to happen.

“Cat got your tongue?” Rio teases, her smile predatory, the hold on your waist a touch possessive.

“How did you—?” This time she points at the two of you.

“We were in the neighborhood.” Rio interrupts her with a casual response. There is no need to explain further, she will know the truth.

“But uhh,” The youngest member of the coven, a teenage boy, lifts his hand up like he’s waiting to voice his question. You frown at the notion, not quite understanding.

“Yes Teen?” The oldest of the group turns to look at the kid who answers once the attention turns to him.

“Why are there two of them?” He gestures between you and Rio, his confusion clear as he then turns to look at Agatha like she has all the answers.

You scoff at the thought, she knows nothing. Not when it comes to you and especially not when it comes to Rio. That was made very clear centuries ago.

Agatha glares at you as if this time you truly have offended her but all you do is glare right back.

The moment of eye contact drags on longer than you thought it would. The witch's pride is a strong thing and you know she hates backing down first but you are not in the mood to give in.

You refuse to give her what she wants.

When fingers dance along the thin fabric that covers your ribs you jerk involuntarily, turn to glare at Rio. She gives you an innocent smile but her eyes burn with something that silently tells you to calm down.

“Doesn't matter.” Agatha's anger is a harsh bite, hiding the vulnerability that comes with seeing the both of you. “We have a green witch. Now let's go.”

The whoosh of her coat is followed by a slow breath that relaxes your shoulders. You can not let your anger get the best of you while here. The road will only take it and twist it until it gets a chance to throw it in your face.

“Being summoned is so much fun isn't it? Just like old times.” Rio teases you, presses a soft kiss to your shoulder in a silent apology.

Before you can turn and properly question her about why you are here a voice calls your attention. “Uhh hello?”

You roll your eyes but turn to glance at the three witches that have lingered after Agatha stormed off.

“Hello.” You merely say in return. You owe these witches nothing more.

“So uh did we summon two green witches?” The witch with red in her hair gestures to the two of you. You feel Rio shake her head from where her face is still pressed into your shoulder, her chuckle is low enough that the others do not hear it.

You find her amusement endearing and annoying.

“To keep things simple, yes.”

The continued looks of confusion merely make you smirk at the unsuspecting women.

With one last brush of fingers over your ribs, one last ghost of a kiss that tickles the skin of your neck, Rio steps away. Her smile is bright, the twinkle in her dark eyes promise nothing but mischief and self entertainment.

“We're supposed to walk this thing right?” She steps around you and points toward the road. When she only gets a few shrugs of consensus she hums in response before leaving you behind with these confused witches.

You shake your head with a soft smile, of course she would find a way to ignore all your questions for even just a little bit longer.

“Let's get this over with.”

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thewitchandtheassassin · 8 months ago

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Life, Death, and the Space in Between Part Two (Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal)

Summary: Centuries later, you find yourselves reunited once more.

Words: 2430

Warnings: Canon violence, language, arguing, etc.

A/N: I hate how obsessed I am with this couple but here we fuckin' are.

-X-

Three Centuries Later

Sipping your morning coffee, you idly flipped through the newspaper as you savored the stillness of the early hours. You had sorted through your expected duties, leaving you with a bit of time to yourself before the cosmic powers of Life dragged you back into its grasp. You may never be human, but you could at least enjoy a few mortal pleasures.

As the door to your temporary abode slammed opened, you sighed and tossed aside the paper.

“Hello, my love,” you greeted with an easy smile, tilting your head back to accept the deep, probing - almost furious - kiss from Rio’s painted lips. The aggression took you by surprise but you melted into the embrace, offering her whatever solace and reprieve she needed.

Dragging your chair back from the table, she dropped down into your lap, tossing an arm around your shoulders while downing the remnants of your drink. Protest died on your lips, knowing it would be useless to argue with the lady of death. It wasn’t abnormal for her and, honestly, you didn’t mind the quirk. You found it amusing.

“I found her.”

Head tilting curiously, you cupped Rio’s cheek, wiping a speck of blood from her cheek and knocking a piece of shattered glass from her dark tresses. “Who?”

“Agatha,” she practically growled, glaring at the dark wood table before turning her eyes to you. They softened, though you could see the fire raging within. “I wasn’t looking for her per se, but I did find her.”

Pressing your lips together thoughtfully, fighting your initial reaction, you slowly nodded. “And how did that go?”

“We fought. I made her front door explode.” She said it so casually that all you could do was blink up at her. “Turns out, little miss Scarlet Witch kept her trapped in Westview. She has no power now. Won’t be long until she has some poor idiots singing that song so she can rectify that.”

It was stated emotionlessly but knowing your former lover was mortal had clearly shaken Rio. Before, you could rely on Agatha being formidable. Powerful. To be lacking her purple, well…

“I see you didn’t reap her.”

Rio rolled her eyes, fingers playing with the baby hairs on the nape of your neck. “No. I…”

“She’s our weak spot,” you acknowledged, running a finger over the slope of her nose. “You and I are inevitable. A perfect balance. She was always our anomaly and we love that about her. Even if she still hates us three hundred years later.”

Pressing her forehead against yours, Rio poured. “Why doesn’t she want us?”

“She does,” you cooed, nipping at the pushed out lip teasingly. “She’s always been our stubborn girl. She just refuses to deal with her grief and instead-“

“Sinks a fucking unsinkable ship? Causes massive disasters so she can throw another tantrum or make a point?” she snarled, though there was little heat behind it. She’d always appreciated the dramatics of Agatha’s gestures, even if it often upset the natural order and balance you carefully crafted together.

“She was always incredibly skilled at getting our attention,” you chuckled, letting your mind wander back to the woman you remembered centuries ago. “There was never a dull moment when Agatha was around.”

“I miss her,” she admitted, shoving her head into your neck as her inhumanly sharp teeth scraped the flesh. “I cut her hand… and then I licked it clean. Tasting how mortal she is now is upsetting. I always liked how the purple sparked against my tongue.”

“If you were anyone else, I would mention how unsanitary that is,” you murmured, head tipping as a cool mouth explored the familiar expanse.

“Shut up.”

Tangling your fingers in her hair, you yanked hard and felt the lust rebound through your connection as the low moan met your ears.

-X-

As the dirt and grass shifted, the Road making way for a new witch to sink its proverbial teeth into, a passing thought flickered through Agatha’s mind but she brushed it away with a simple mental wave of her hand.

There’s no possible way. The universe can’t hate me that much.

Watching with bated breath, the newly formed coven gasped as two sets of limbs and bodies began to crawl from the wet soil.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding!” Agatha shouted, years of resentment burning in ocean eyes as you righted yourself from the fresh grave. Her stomach rolled with anguish - guilt, pain - at the brief expression of hurt that crossed your features before you leaned down, offering a hand to your other half and tugging her up from the hole she’d clawed her way out of. “Never mind, the universe does hate me.”

Teen glanced between Agatha and you, his eyes wide with fear and excitement.

“Heard you guys were having a party,” Rio greeted, her usual nonchalance in full bloom as she wandered closer to Agatha, forever drawn like a moth to its doom. “We were in the neighborhood.”

A flower blossomed from her fingers, beautiful in such drab surrounds.

“Surprise,” she gasped, eyes wide and bordering on deranged. “My lady.”

Always in step with your antagonistic lover, you were quick to wrap an arm around Agatha’s waist as she lunged at Rio, glaring at the smug woman pointedly.

“Come now, Agatha, it’s not worth the effort,” you murmured, trying to ignore how your heart fluttered at the close proximity.

She screamed in frustration, wrenching herself from your arms before storming away in a huff. The teenager chased after her, leaving you to stand awkwardly before Agatha’s makeshift coven while Rio petted the massive fucking spider on her jacket.

You might’ve been Lady Life but holy fuck, that thing was huge and kind of freaked you out. All life was important and sacred but it needed to stay far, far away from you.

“What’s up? I’m Rio.” You gagged as she guided the damned thing into her clothes, inching away as her eyes went wide and she crept towards you. “Aw, what’s wrong, baby? He’s sweet.”

“I’m sure,” you responded, stepping backwards warily. “He can be sweet… over there. Away from me.”

She growled playfully, stomping at you and cackling when you scurried back a few steps.

“So, you’re a green witch, huh? B-both of you?” the woman you recognized as Alice Wu-Gulliver. You remembered her poor mother, begging for protection for the young Alice. Watched Rio take Lorna’s soul when the curse overcame her.

“Less a green witch,” Rio replied, tilting her head in such an adorable way that you had to bite your lip to suppress a giggle, “and more the green witch.”

That frightening tone of Death startled the huddled women but you simply rolled your eyes, hooking an arm through Rio’s.

“She’s a green witch. I just came along for the ride, it seems,” you mused, studying the scenery around you curiously. To be standing on The Road, a place forged by Agatha’s lies and quick wit, was not quite what you’d expected when you’d been yanked from your home. It was born from a maelstrom of bullshit and naïve witches believing that power could simply be procured instead of earned.

How is this…

Dark eyes cut in your direction, a similar interest gleaming back.

Strolling down the dirt path, Rio whistled, knocking you into a patterned step-skip combination that was so innocent and bizarre that it made you cackle. You could hear Agatha ahead, speaking with Teen in a semi-quiet manner but your ears were keen to whispers. Despite the unsettling nature of The Road and the lack of understanding how, Rio seemed completely at home in this strange place.

It’s all real, but none of this is natural, she mused, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she peered around. I don’t think any of these witches are capable of changing reality itself but I guess I’ve seen weirder.

“I can’t tell if I hate her or if I want her number,” Jen whispered to the group behind you, nearly swallowing her tongue when Rio abruptly paused to turn and face them. An eerie grin crossed her flawless features and she waved before twisting back in your grasp and continuing onward.

“What a scary bitch,” Lilia breathed.

Should I be worried? you teased, snorting at Rio’s brow rising high.

Before you could blink, she had you shoved against a tree, tongue shoved into your mouth incessantly as she both made her point to the gawking witches and used the opportunity as an excuse to grope you. It was demanding and needy, completely indecent, and by the time she was willing to release you from her clutches, your knees were shaking.

“I-I was kidding,” you said breathlessly, panting as a familiar smirk curled the edges of her lips.

“Oh, I’m aware,” she purred, tugging you away from the still-gaping group and following after your former lover. “But we both know you loved that. You like staking your claim.”

Sliding your hand into her back pocket, you shrugged nonchalantly.

-X-

Standing at the doorway of the music booth, your eyes glided along the lithe form of Agatha Harkness. She looked good, especially in a 70’s outfit that probably would’ve looked weird on just about anyone else. It had been so long since you’d really gotten a moment to just appreciate her. Remember every dip and curve…

“Hey,” you grunted, nodding at Agatha’s drifting hand. “Must everything be a ploy with you?”

Dark eyes flittered to the witch’s wiggling fingers and she snorted, shaking her head. “You never change, do you, Aggie? Nice try, though. I almost bought it.”

“Of course you protect her. Again,” Agatha sneered, venom on her tongue and fury in her eyes at the perceived slight. “All you ever do is protect her. You can’t -”

“Bullshit,” you cut in sharply, glaring at the offended woman you still loved. It was a nightmare ignoring the burning ache in your chest, but you refused to let her grief insult your relationship with them. “I protected you just as fiercely. I went against my nature - my very being for you. So if you want to hate me, fine, but don’t you ever say I didn’t love you just as much I love her. That I wouldn’t have done anything for you. That I didn’t do everything I possibly could for you. And for him.”

Staggering away from your sudden outburst, Agatha stared at you with misty eyes. What you said was true. You both had always treated her as an equal, despite the odd, unending connection you would always share. Once upon a time, it had bothered her, that she would never have that same bond, but you did everything you could to never make her feel like an outsider.

When they’d been driven from town, you willingly killed for her and for Nicky. And for a brief moment, she considered apologizing for downplaying what you had done, for unintentionally spitting in your face, but righteous anger kept her tongue heavy as lead in her mouth.

Unwilling to suffer through your anguish any longer, you stalked out of the room.

“Hate me if you want. Believe whatever bullshit you tell yourself at night, but we fought against every power we could for him,” Rio said softly, watching Agatha’s features shift then harden. “She had to fight even harder than I did. Remember that. The universe and cosmos… they don’t forget. And they rarely forgive.”

-X-

Of fucking course it had to be that song. The bastardized, albeit sweet song-turned-protection-spell that was once Nicky’s creation. Luckily for you - and Rio - the curse haunting Alice didn’t seem to have any interest in the the ladies of Life and Death, so you flopped onto the couch to watch the impromptu jam session with unimpressed disdain. Truthfully, you hated what Agatha had done to the song, marring what innocence your son had left for the world.

I look so hot in this. So do you. Do you think the Road would be mad if you fucked me against that piano?

Shooting Rio a glance, you couldn’t stop the involuntary smile that befell you as she winked from behind the drums.

I think I might need these outfits. We can relive the 70s.

Pay attention to what you’re doing, you scolded. And maybe Agatha won’t die in this sham of a Road. And you hated the 70s.

Maybe that’s what I want, she replied flippantly, finding the beat effortlessly. I’ve been trying to collect her soul for centuries. She should’ve died quite a few times, if someone hadn’t interfered.

I…

I know.

Watching the performance, you couldn’t take your eyes off Agatha. She could hold the world’s attention if she demanded.

It brought you back to raising Nicky. How she would sing him lullabies as he fed, the songs far too mature though they seemed to soothe his moods. The nostalgia was overwhelming and for a moment, you thought you might get sick, before the tangy, metallic scent overtook your nose.

Blinking, you peered over at Teen, watching how he hunched and bowed in pain. You started to stand from your seat, but Rio’s shrewd look sent you crashing back down onto the cushions.

You can’t.

Watching the demon burst into flames, atop Alice’s shoulders, you were the first to meet Teen as his body went limp and he slammed into the floor.

“Oh shit! Teen!”

There was chaos and unfettered panic as everyone began worrying over the unconscious boy. Hands and words and thoughts came together in a crescendo of concern and nothing was truly getting done, other than Agatha snapping at her fellow witches as tears flooded her eyes. Swallowing your discomfort, knowing you probably shouldn’t intervene - that Rio would be less than thrilled by your choice - you stepped into the fray and lifted him with ease. Despite his age, he was a fairly light boy. Very unassuming. Meek.

Agatha shrieked, demanding you release him to one of the other witches, but you ignored her. You looked to Rio, whose eyes darted between you and Teen, before slipping down the stairs tucked within the piano and back onto the Road. His life was fading quickly, crimson dripping from his wound onto the ground beneath your feet and smearing across the fallen leaves.

Settling him on the nearest flat surface, you took two steps back as the coven gathered around him.

Rio took one step forward.

And all you could see was history repeating itself again.

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rezwrites · 8 months ago

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Hey, can you write something for Agatha Harkness? I love her. Yandere/Dark! Agatha Harkness x reader, reader is summoned to be part of Agatha's coven and Agatha grows obsessed with reader after becoming her friend and feeling a connection. Thank you 🩷

Of course, also I’m very sorry that this took so long!

a/n: slight au where the road is real/Rio has no presence.

Agatha and Teen had approached you asking for your assistance in walking The Road. Laughing in their face at the absurdity, “The Road is a myth.”

Even if it wasn’t, it was a death trap. Many stories from your mother and her coven about The Road have passed your ears. Every witch, with the exemption of Agatha Harkness, lost their lives trying the reach the end. You’ve felt inadequate as a witch, unable to resonate with a coven of your own. Even though you’d love to have that sister and companionships you’ve done well enough without them.

Teen droned on as you walked away from them. Only stopping in your tracks when Agatha chimed in talking about forming her own coven. A lesson drilled into your brain since the day you were born resounded within: Agatha Harkness is not to be trusted. Turning around you regarded them both, warily. Awkwardly handing you a card Teen expressed that he’d hope to see you there.

Contemplation weighed heavy on your mind the rest of the day. The possibility of finding a coven was tantalizingly, but you’d have to suffer through the proximity of Agatha and the other witches she convened. Deciding the end outweighs everything else you make your way to Agatha’s house in Westview.

Agatha kept a close focus on you the moment you made your presence known in her home. Her eye constantly shifting to you as you sung your part of The Ballad. You’re voice is beautiful she thought, like a bird singing its morning song.

After pairing with Agatha in the first trial you notice Agatha gradually getting close to you. Thankful that you had her as an anchor in your hallucination, you doing that same for her. Taking the opportunities to know more about you, realizing she’s slow to open up about herself. Rightfully so, since much of the air is still tense with distrust around her. She seemed genuine when she asked about you, making small gestures to be sure your safe- keeping you close to her, guiding your steps so you don’t trip. Her hands softly brushing over you from time to time.

After losing Alice, your distrust cemented again. Insisting that she couldn’t control it, you strayed away from her. Agatha lets you go, not without keeping close eye on you. Watching you gravitate towards Lilia, Agatha internally seethes.

Lilia’s words of wisdom and talks about her travels brought you solace. It was a devastating experience to see Lilia close the Iron Maiden, locking herself in the trial room. Screaming her name, pounding on the door the tears rushed down your face. Agatha had to drag you away and calm you down, Teen staying behind to comfort Jen.

“Lilia, no. How could she?” You could help but sob at the loss of her. Falling to your knees, your face in your hands.

“There’s nothing we could’ve done.” Agatha rests her hand in your shoulder, lightly squeezing it. Wiping your tears, you stood up brushing yourself off.

“Stay with me. I want- no need you by my side.” Agatha’s voice firmed, “You need someone to take care of you.”

“No I don’t. You think I’m weak don’t you?” Your face twists in irritation.

“That’s not what I’m saying.” Her fists clenching and unclenching.

“Then what exactly are you saying, Agatha?” You exasperated, throwing your hands up.

“In certain situations I can protect you. That’s all I want to do, darling.” She reached out to you, retracting her hands when you stepped away.

“I can protect myself. We’re almost at the end.” You walk back to gather Jen and teen, leaving Agatha alone.

Slipping into your shoes everything goes black until slit of light appears, revealing Agatha pulling you out of a body bag, “It’s alright dear. It’s just the last trial.” Observing Jen unbind herself and Teen find a body for his brother, your hope shrunk as they disappeared from the trial room.

You remained silent as Agatha grieved, planting something in the ground. You rested beside her as she cried, rubbing circles on her back. Humming a small tune you watched the lights go out by the second; attempting to make peace that this might be the end.

Agatha’s gasp caused you to look down where you saw a dandelion growing from the soil. As the ceiling started crashing down Agatha pulled you up from the floor, guiding you to the door. Coming out of the trial room you both find yourselves in Agatha’s backyard, Teen and Jen waiting for you both. Teen offered Agatha some of his power only is she doesn’t take all of it.

Watching Jen and Teen leave, you stared in thought. The Road was a waste. You didn’t find your coven, the one that Agatha conjured up dropped like flies. Back to square one with a heavy heart in your chest. A soft grip on your wrist pulled you out your bleak thoughts, but you didn’t face her.

“You think The Road didn’t give you what you needed, but it did. You’re just too stubborn to see it. The companionship you crave so much, you don’t a coven… you just need me.” Agatha’s pupils turned purple as your mind grew hazy, struggling for clarity.

“Shh…don’t fight it, darling. I’ve got you.” Agatha’s honeyed voice rang through vividly. Holding you tight against her chest, Agatha pressed her fingers closer to your temple, “I failed to protect someone once, I won’t let the same happen to you.”

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endangeredrandomfanfics · 8 months ago

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"A Mother's Defiance"

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Summary: Agatha x Rio x Reader Where in the scenario Nicholas never happened but the reader did and Agatha beg Rio not to take them, based on the episode 9 of Agatha All Along -Chapter I

A/n: I'm weak for Agatha and Rio being mother's

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The forest was silent and heavy with mist, as if nature itself had drawn a veil over this secluded place. Agatha stumbled through the dense thicket, her hand pressed firmly to her belly, her breaths shallow and rapid. She could feel it—the heartbeat within her growing faint, slipping further from her grasp with every painful step.

“Please… stay with me…” she whispered, her voice barely a murmur against the rustling of leaves and the cold whisper of the night air.

Ahead, the shadows seemed to twist and shift, growing thicker and darker. A familiar presence manifested from the haze—a tall, cloaked figure who moved with an ethereal grace, as quiet and inevitable as the night itself. Agatha’s breath hitched. She knew who stood before her without needing to look up.

Rio. Her love, her partner, her solace… and the very embodiment of death itself.

The two women locked eyes, and for a fleeting moment, all the memories they had shared seemed to pass between them—years of devotion, secrets and laughter stolen in dark corners, and promises whispered under starlit skies. But tonight, there was no warmth in the gaze Rio held; her face was calm, but her eyes carried a sorrow too deep to fathom.

Agatha sank to her knees, her fingers trembling as they clutched her abdomen. “No…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “No, not them.”

Rio stepped forward, her hand reaching out as though to steady Agatha, but then she hesitated, her fingers hovering in the cold night air. “Agatha, my love,” she said, her voice gentle yet unyielding, as steady as the ticking of a clock. “You know why I’m here. You knew this day would come.”

A sob escaped Agatha’s lips, and she doubled over, cradling her belly as though she could shield the fragile life within her. “Please,” she gasped, looking up at Rio with eyes full of tears and desperation. “They haven’t even had a chance… our child, our hope… they haven’t even seen the world yet.” Her voice trembled. “Don’t take them away from me. Not yet. Please, my love, not now.”

Rio’s expression softened, and she knelt down beside Agatha, her face a mask of quiet anguish. She reached out, her hand cupping Agatha’s cheek with a tenderness that betrayed the sorrow in her heart. “You don’t know how much it pains me to do this,” she murmured, her voice laced with grief. “If there were another way, I would take it. But the balance must be kept, and I am bound to my duty, even if it means…” Her voice broke, and she turned her gaze away, struggling to keep her composure. “Even if it means taking this from you.”

Agatha’s face crumpled as she grasped Rio’s hand, pressing it desperately to her face as if she could hold onto her love’s touch forever. “Then break the rules,” she whispered fiercely. “Just this once, my love. You’re Death, yes, but you’re also mine. I’ve risked everything for us. I would give my life, my soul, anything… just to keep our child safe. Please…”

Rio closed her eyes, a single tear tracing down her cheek. Agatha could see the conflict tearing her apart, the war between duty and love waging a fierce battle in her eyes. “To defy the laws of life and death…” Rio whispered, her voice as fragile as glass. “It could unravel everything. It could destroy us both.”

Agatha shook her head, her grip tightening as she looked at Rio with all the fierceness of a mother’s love. “Then let it,” she replied, her voice fierce and unwavering. “If it’s a choice between losing you or losing them, then let it be me who’s lost. Just don’t take them, my love. I beg you.”

Rio’s composure wavered, her face contorted with pain. She glanced away, her voice so soft it was almost swallowed by the night. “You know that I cannot deny you… not when you look at me like that. Not when you call me by that name.”

Agatha felt a flicker of hope, and she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Rio’s. “Please, my love,” she whispered, her voice filled with raw, aching desperation. “Save them. For me. Just this once.”

Rio’s shoulders slumped, the weight of her choice pressing down on her like the weight of the entire world. She reached up, cupping Agatha’s face in her hands, her thumb brushing away a tear. “If I grant this mercy… it will be borrowed, not forgiven. The debt will come due, and one day, I will have to return.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “When that time comes, nothing will stay my hand.”

Agatha’s tears streamed down her face, but she nodded, her voice breaking as she promised, “Then we’ll cherish every moment until that day. I’ll guard our child… with everything I have. Just give them a chance, my love. Please.”

With a deep, shuddering breath, Rio closed her eyes and began to murmur ancient words, a language older than the stars. The forest seemed to tremble, the shadows rippling as if in protest. Agatha felt a surge of warmth spread through her, and the faint heartbeat within her grew stronger, vibrant, a light against the darkness.

A gasp of relief escaped Agatha’s lips, and she sank into Rio’s arms, her sobs turning to laughter as she held her love close, clinging to the miracle that had been granted. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she buried her face in Rio’s shoulder. “Thank you, my love.”

Rio held her, her own tears falling silently as she pressed a kiss to Agatha’s forehead, a promise and a farewell all in one. “This life is borrowed, Agatha,” she murmured, her voice heavy with sorrow. “One day, I will come to collect the debt, and no power will hold me back.”

Agatha pulled back, looking into Rio’s eyes with fierce determination. “Then I’ll protect them. I’ll protect us… no matter the cost.”

Rio’s fingers lingered on Agatha’s face, a final touch as the shadows began to pull her away, her form beginning to dissolve into the mist. “Until we meet again, my love,” she whispered, her voice carrying a promise of eternity. “Remember… I am yours, in life and in death.”

As Rio’s form faded into the night, Agatha clutched her belly, feeling the steady heartbeat within—a heartbeat saved by a love stronger than fate, bound by a debt that would one day come due.

The forest, now quiet, seemed to close around her as Agatha remained kneeling in the wet earth, her body trembling as she tried to catch her breath. The moment of peace didn’t last long.

Suddenly, an ache seized her body, sharp and overwhelming. She gasped, clutching her stomach, her eyes wide with fear. Her body, which had been so still just moments ago, seemed to come alive with the force of the contractions. The pain was unbearable, worse than anything she had felt before. It was as though her body was splitting in two.

“No… no, not now…” she whispered, her voice hoarse as she stumbled to her feet. The night air felt suffocating as her legs gave way beneath her. She dropped to the ground, pressing her hands against the earth, the sharp pain cutting through her like a blade.

The forest held its breath as Agatha cried out, her body betraying her with every agonizing wave. She could feel it now, the child within her, pressing against her, trying to force its way into the world. Their child. Her child.

Her tears mixed with the rain that had begun to fall, the forest around her alive with the sounds of her struggle. She gritted her teeth, her nails digging into the earth, willing herself to hold on, to keep fighting for the life within her. “You can’t… you can’t go… not yet,” she gasped, her voice broken.

With every scream, with every tear, the child within her fought to be born.

And then, with one final, overwhelming push, the pain shattered, and the cries of a newborn filled the air.

Agatha collapsed back onto the ground, her arms trembling as she pulled the tiny, fragile life into her arms. She held them close, feeling the warmth of their tiny body against her chest, their heartbeat a steady rhythm in the quiet night. She breathed in their scent, her heart swelling with a fierce love.

“You’re here…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re finally here, my love.”

The baby nestled against her, their cries fading into soft whimpers as they settled in Agatha’s embrace. She rocked them gently, her tears of joy mingling with the rain. For a moment, everything felt still. The world seemed to pause, and she held her child—her and Rio’s child—close, savoring the sweetness of this moment that had almost been taken from her.

And though the night was dark and the forest whispered all around her, Agatha felt a profound sense of peace. “I will protect you… with everything I am, my love. No matter the cost.”

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A/n: Shall I turn this into a series?👀 Following the events of WandaVision and Agatha All Along???

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marvelshifter111 · 20 days ago

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Planet children name ideas

Mercury

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Mercia, Celeste, Vela, Aurelia, Seren, Velora, Talia, Merida, Feryn

ᅠ ᅠMale: Mercer, Hermes, Castor, Sylas, Vireo, Cael, Sterling, Aurex, Lucian

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Mercury, Caloris, Bepi, Matisse, Ash, Pyrris, Merx, Arden, Dash

Venus

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Venera, Danica, Vesper, Amara, Liora, Dawn, Grace, Isadora, Rosalia

ᅠ ᅠMale: Maxwell, Arsenic, Kypris, Adonis, Valentin, Darian, Soren, Blaise, Cyril

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Venus, Beta, Blair, Sage, Ember, Remy, Solace, Artemis

Earth

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Avani, Dionne, Ilana, Gaia, Ivy, Meadow, Midori, Petra, Terra, Willow

ᅠ ᅠMale: Aaron, Brooks, Kai, Reed, Forrest, Oak, Knox, Flynn, Oleander, Sorrel

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Briar, Cedar, Robin, River, Wren, Sage, Koa, Rain, Skylar

Mars

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Mara, Bellatrix, Rhea, Kaia, Zara, Lyra, Ione, Siona, Bella

ᅠ ᅠMale: Ares, Cassian, Damon, Phobos, Magnus, Axel, Blaze, Ronan, Mariner, Deimos

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Mars, Aris, Rowan, Reed, Jett, Flint, Rex, Reign, Blaze, Jade

Jupiter

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Adrastea, Leda, Ersa, Juna, Jovienne, Helia, Nova, Eirine, Aitne

ᅠ ᅠMale: Callisto, Carpo, Kale, Kore, Julius, Jove, Griffin, Augustus

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Jupiter, Juno, Io, Metis, Aoede, Echo, Pax, Carme, Kalyke

Saturn

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Sabrina, Selene, Elara, Clio, Vesta, Astra, Pandora, Helene, Phoebe, Bestla

ᅠ ᅠMale: Saturn, Cronus, Lucian, Florian, Marius, Dorian, Skoll, Tarqeq, Aegir, Fenrir

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Calypso, Quill, Eris, Anthe, Narvi, Hati, Kari, Loge, Themis

Uranus

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Cordelia, Ophelia, Bianca, Cressida, Desdemona, Juliet, Ariel, Miranda, Titania, Margaret

ᅠ ᅠMale: Obreon, Francisco, Caliban, Stephano, Trinculo, Sycorax, Prospero, Ferdinand, Setebos

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Puck, Mab, Eta, Cyan, Neo, Lyric, Auriel, Sky, Azure

Neptune

ᅠ ᅠFemale: Despina, Larissa, Thalassa, Nerina, Naia, Lorelei, Marina, Nereyda, Cordelia, Laguna

ᅠ ᅠMale: Nereid, Triton, Halimede, Naiad, Nereus, Severin, Lir, Kairos, Zale, Lake

ᅠ ᅠUnisex: Neptune, Sao, Neso, Blue, Indigo, Vale, Storm, Azraq, Rio

Planet children | Masterlist

People will probably ignore this post but wtv, i made it like a week ago

This is a lot more interesting in dark mode

#shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting community #desired reality #reality shift #shifting #shifting realities #luna's attic #luna's name ideas #luna's planet children

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mindboogling · 8 months ago

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can we get some solace siblings headcanons??

Sure! :]

Rio Solace

Like her name implies, she's usually the chill one - like a calm river.

After Sebastian's trial, she pursued forensic science in her career field.

She was a major theatre fan in high school and even as an adult. When you hand her the AUX chord, she plays show tunes. Notable favorite musicals: Six, Wicked, Fun Home, Moulin Rouge, Prom, and In The Heights. But there's a multitude of more. (Sebastian missed all of the 4 Horses of the Apocalypse: Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, and Be More Chill while he was gone and that is crazy to her.)

She's married to her wife, who is also a lawyer! (Possibly had helped the Solace family gain a larger settlement for Sebastian's innocence post-death sentence?)

Speaking of her wife, Sebastian was gone when gay marriage was legalized, but since his sister came out to him way early on, he's more surprised that gay marriage is legal than his sister being gay herself.

She doesn't live with her mom anymore, but when Sebastian was brought up, she knew she had to be there for her family.

She knows the most Spanish among her siblings since she had to help their mom translate. She and her siblings are the second generation of a Chilean-American immigrant family.

Gabriel Solace

He appears much more normal next to his siblings, but if you look in his room, his special interests are A LOT more apparent.

As a kid, he always liked to build things - He enjoys taking things apart and putting them back together. That being said, he loves Legos, Beyblades, Transformers, Gundam, model planes, etc.

He is the casual anime fan of the house. He likes mecha, but he can appreciate a good show he can put on in the background while he assembles what he's building.

His music taste is much more diverse than his siblings, but his taste includes more Alternative/Indie and Electronic Dance Music. Notable artists: Mitski, The Living Tombstone, Chappell Roan.

He does introduce his music, shows, and movies to Sebastian.

When his name is shortened, it's "Gabri" (pronounced "GAHB-RI") over "Gabe".

Thanks to the settlement they acquired from Sebastian's revised trial, he goes to engineering school! His side project is making a body for p.AI.nter.

#Rio Solace #Gabriel Solace #the solace family #my art #oc #?#pressure roblox

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my-religion-greek-myth · 8 months ago

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Freedom far away - I&J

GAh I lost my martial arts competition in the finals! The next part will be urm.. smut?

Fem Reader X Agatha X Rio

Warning: Just a bit of violence, and kissy kissy

When you finally approached the gate of your household, the familiar sight of the looming walls felt colder than usual. The night had fully settled in, the stars offering little solace as you stepped through the entrance. As you paused just inside the gate, your gaze fell to your feet.

After the torrent of tears and hurried explanations, you finally noticed what Agatha and Rio had pointed out earlier: you were barefoot when you arrived at their house. A sharp ache brought your attention to the scratches and faint traces of blood marking your skin, souvenirs of your frantic escape. You hadn’t even realised in your haste that you had run all the way to their house without shoes.

The absurdity of it made you wince. How reckless had you been to not even notice? You recalled the moment when Rio exaggeratedly gasped at your bare feet, clutching her chest dramatically. Agatha had let out a deep sigh, her sharp eyes softening slightly as she knelt to inspect the damage. They had both fussed over the small wounds with surprising care before Agatha, with a flick of her wrist and a flourish of purple mist, produced a pair of shoes that fit as if they had always belonged to you.

Now, standing at your own gate once more, those shoes felt heavier than they should, as though they carried the warmth and reassurance of the heaven you had just left behind.

Almost immediately, a servant approached, their expression taut with unease.

"My lady," they began hesitantly, bowing low. "The Lord has given orders… you are to inform him immediately upon your return."

Your stomach twisted, but you managed a curt nod. The servant led the way, the air between you thick with tension. As you reached the door to your grandfather’s study, you hesitated, your hand hovering over the handle. The faint murmur of voices reached your ears, and you realised with a sinking feeling that you were not walking into a private scolding.

When you finally pushed the door open, the sight before you made your heart sink. The room was filled—your parents, siblings, uncles, and aunts—all gathered under the oppressive gaze of your grandfather. The size of the study, usually imposing, felt suffocating, with so many eyes turning toward you.

Your grandfather stood at the far end, his presence dominating the space. His glare was like a physical weight bearing down on you as you stepped inside. You barely had time to close the door before he moved.

With one swift motion, his hand came down hard across your cheek. The force of the blow sent you stumbling back, the sting radiating through your skin as gasps erupted around the room.

"Father!" your own father called out, his voice sharp with shock and anger.

Your grandfather ignored your father entirely, his steely gaze fixed solely on you. The weight of his glare was colder than you’d ever seen, and when he finally spoke, his voice was a low, dangerous growl.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve done?" he demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut. "Running away from your responsibilities? From the marriage proposal of a lifetime? Do you comprehend the disgrace you’ll bring upon this family if word of this escapes? The ridicule—our house, reduced to a laughingstock among the nobles?" His words fell like hammer blows, each one heavier than the last. The disdain in his voice was palpable, his fury simmering beneath a thin veneer of composure.

You clenched your jaw, the taste of iron faint on your tongue as you resisted the urge to reply. The weight of his words pressed down on you, but so did the memories of Agatha and Rio. Their love, fierce protectiveness, and the way they had made you feel seen—it all swirled in your mind, giving you the strength to stand tall.

"The proposal will proceed as planned," your grandfather declared, his voice final and unyielding. "You will marry into the royal family and not disgrace this household any further."

Your father stepped forward, his expression conflicted as he glanced between you and your grandfather. "Father," he began cautiously, "perhaps we should—"

"There will be no discussion!" your grandfather barked, his fist slamming onto the desk. "She is a daughter of this house and will do as she is told!"

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of your grandfather’s authority stifling any further protests. Your mother’s gaze met yours, a mix of worry and resignation in her eyes. Your siblings looked on in stunned silence, their expressions ranging from anger to concern.

You lifted your chin, and the sting of your cheek was a constant reminder of the line you were walking. "I understand, Grandfather," you said quietly, your voice steady despite the storm raging inside you.

His eyes narrowed, his fury barely contained. "You will do as you are told," he repeated, his tone low and menacing. "Or you will face the consequences."

You held his gaze, refusing to back down, even as your heart pounded against your ribs. The room felt like closing in, but you stood your ground, knowing this was only the beginning of a new life.

As you left the study, your mind was already racing. The sting of his slap lingered, but so did the warmth of Agatha’s hand and the playful protectiveness in Rio’s voice. You did not know what you would do next, but one thing was clear—you couldn’t face this alone.

You needed them.

The heated sting on your cheek lingered as you sat in your room, lost in thought. The sound of the slap still echoed in your ears, the weight of your grandfather’s words pressing heavily on your chest. You barely noticed the door opening until your sister slipped inside, closing it quietly behind her.

She stood there for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then her gaze landed on your swollen cheek, and her frown deepened. Without a word, she crossed the room and knelt beside you.

"You shouldn’t have run away in the middle of speaking with Grandfather," she said softly, though her tone lacked any true reprimand. Her fingers brushed gently against your cheek, her touch cool against the warmth of the swelling. "I saw everything."

Your throat tightened. Of course, she had seen it.

"I could not just stay there and listen to his grand plan of marrying me off," you muttered, your voice trembling with frustration. "You know what he’s forcing me to do."

Her lips pressed into a thin line. "I do," she admitted. "And I hate it as much as you do. But running away like that only made things worse." She paused, her eyes searching yours. "You need to think carefully about what you’ll do next. Maybe…" She hesitated, then added, "Maybe run away for good?"

Your hands curled into fists as you looked away. "If I leave, he’ll just focus on you next," you said quietly, your voice thick with guilt. "He’ll push the same marriage talks onto you."

She blinked at you, startled before a hollow laugh escaped her lips. "That’s not your problem," she said firmly, her tone carrying an unexpected strength. "It’s not your job to protect me."

You turned back to her, shocked. "But—"

"No," she interrupted, shaking her head with conviction. "Listen to me." Her voice softened, but her words were no less firm. "You’ve always been the brave one, always trying to shield everyone else. Do you think I don’t know the things you endured from Grandfather to protect us? How much of his anger you absorbed so we could breathe a little easier? You’re the reason we’ve been carefree, the reason we’ve had any semblance of freedom from his suffocating demands. But this time…" She took a deep breath, her eyes locking with yours. "This time, you need to protect yourself. Not me. Not anyone else. Just you."

Her words cut through the haze of guilt and obligation clouding your mind, their weight undeniable. You opened your mouth to argue, but her unwavering gaze stopped you short.

"You’ve always been the brave one," she repeated softly. "But sometimes, being brave means choosing yourself. Not this family. Not Grandfather. Yourself."

Silence filled the room, heavy with unspoken truths. You clenched your fists tighter, your mind battling the instinct to stay and endure versus the undeniable pull to seek refuge and love with Agatha and Rio.

"He’ll be heading to the Capital tomorrow early in the morning," she added after a moment, her voice softer, like a breeze before a storm. "He’ll be busy all day with arrangements and demands, and probably won’t return until he finalises your marriage proposal. If you want to leave…" She paused, her gaze steady but heavy with unspoken urgency. "This is your chance."

Her words lingered in the air, a lifeline cast into turbulent waters. It was as if she were telling you that the tides had shifted, presenting you with a fleeting window of calm before the storm returned. Would you let it carry you to freedom, or stay anchored to a crumbling shore?

The idea was both terrifying and liberating. You wanted to see them again, to feel their warmth, their love—even though you had just left them an hour ago. The thought of returning to their realm, where the weight of your family’s expectations couldn’t reach you, made your chest ache.

You nodded slowly, your decision solidifying. Your sister’s lips curved into a faint smile, a glimmer of relief in her eyes.

"And who knows," she said, her voice suddenly teasing, "maybe I’ll run away too. After all, I love someone as well." She winked, though the sadness behind her words was unmistakable.

You stood, your resolve clear as you gathered what little you needed. Your sister watched you quietly, her smile fading into something softer, almost wistful. As you turned to leave, she reached out and squeezed your hand, her grip firm yet reassuring.

"Go," she said simply, her voice steady yet filled with unspoken emotion. "Be happy. For both of us."

You nodded, but as you reached the door, you hesitated. Turning back to face her, you spoke, your voice filled with determination. "I’ll make sure you’ll be safe, too," you said firmly. "I’ll ask them to help you."

Your sister’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion, her head tilting as though to ask who you meant. But she didn’t voice the question. Instead, she nodded slowly, trusting you even without understanding.

With a final glance, you left her standing in your room, her silhouette framed by the faint moonlight filtering through the window. You quickly wrapped a few belongings into a bundle.

The cool night air greeted you as you stepped outside, wrapping around you like a gentle embrace. The world felt quieter and calmer, like holding its breath for your next move.

Your feet instinctively carried you toward the hidden house, the realm that had become your sanctuary. Each step felt lighter, as though the burdens of your family’s expectations were falling away with every stride.

A fond memory surfaced as you thought about them—how they made you feel comfortable enough to let go of the constant pressure to speak and act properly in front of others.

The three of you lounged comfortably on the floor, surrounded by abundant soft cushions. The surreal glow of the realm bathed the room in a gentle light, casting long shadows that flickered with a soothing rhythm. You were nestled in the middle, flanked by Agatha on your left and Rio on your right.

Agatha sat upright against a large cushion as she flipped through a black leather-bound book. The glow illuminated her sharp profile, and the soft hum of her turning pages was the only sound for a while. Rio, on the other hand, was draped lazily across the cushions, her head flopped back in apparent boredom. One of her hands played idly with yours, tracing circles on your palm, her fingers warm and distracting. She grinned faintly, her dark eyes occasionally flicking up to meet yours.

The serenity of the moment gave you the courage to ask the question that had been haunting your mind. You tilted your head slightly toward Agatha, your voice quiet but steady. "Agatha," you began softly, "why did you admit to killing the shaman? You could have avoided the topic or stayed vague like the night before."

Agatha didn’t look up from her book immediately, her expression unreadable. When she finally did, her gaze was calm but piercing. "Could have," she murmured lightly. "But I didn’t."

"Why?" you pressed, the courage from the comfort of their presence pushing you forward.

Agatha closed the book with a soft thud, resting it on her lap. Her sharp blue eyes locked with yours, and a faint smirk tugged at her lips. "Because you confessed your love to us," she said simply, her tone lacking any of her usual teasing.

Rio perked up at that, her head snapping forward from where it had rested. Her grin widened mischievously. "Love moved her," she declared dramatically, earning a soft snort from Agatha.

"Shut up," Agatha muttered, though a small smile betrayed her amusement.

Rio wasn’t deterred. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up with an elbow as she leaned closer to you. Her free hand, still holding yours, gave a gentle squeeze. "But it’s true, isn’t it? Our dear purple witch has been changed by love," she teased, earning herself a swift swat on the leg from Agatha.

"Don’t make me regret this," Agatha said dryly, though the corner of her mouth twitched upward. She turned her focus back to you, her voice softening. "The truth, doll, is that your bravery moved me. You stood there, vulnerable and honest, and confessed something most people wouldn’t dare to say aloud. How could I repay that with half-truths or lies?"

Her words struck you deeply, leaving you momentarily breathless. You felt the warmth of Rio’s fingers tighten around yours, grounding you as you processed the weight of what Agatha had said.

"Oh, she’s smitten," Rio said with a laugh, her grin turning fond as she glanced between you and Agatha. "You’ve made her all soft, my lady."

"Rio," Agatha warned, though there was no real bite to her tone.

Rio grinned unapologetically and turned her attention back to you, her gaze shifting into something quieter, more sincere. "But isn’t that what you wanted, my lady?" she asked softly. "An equal relationship. No secrets, no lies. Just the truth, however messy it might be?"

Her words echoed in the air, and you realised she was right. That was what you wanted. Not just love but the trust and honesty that came with it—even if the truth was sometimes hard to bear.

You nodded slowly, your heart swelling with an odd mix of gratitude and affection. "Yes," you admitted, your voice soft but certain. "That is what I want."

Agatha’s sharp gaze softened, her lips curving into a small smile. She reached over, brushing lightly against your cheek before pulling back. "Then that’s what you’ll have," she said firmly, her voice carrying a quiet promise.

Rio’s grin widened as she shifted closer, her head resting lightly against your shoulder. "Welcome to the chaos, my lady," she said playfully, her tone light but her dark eyes warm. "I think you’ll fit right in."

The three of you sat there for a while longer, nestled together among the cushions, sharing a quiet moment of understanding. You didn’t have all the answers, but for now, you had something better—a connection you knew you could trust. And in the warmth of their presence, that was more than enough.

That memory stayed with you, wrapping around your heart like a protective shield as you took each step. You were not just running from something anymore—you were running to someone. Toward Agatha and Rio.

Toward your love.

---RAR---

Even in the dark, you knew the way to their house as though it had been etched into your memory. You didn’t stop to rest, your legs moving with purpose as you hurried along the familiar path. The cool night air brushed against your skin, but you hardly noticed. Your mind was focused entirely on reaching them—on finding comfort and safety in their presence.

When you reached the gate, you didn’t hesitate. You stepped through, the familiar warmth of their realm washing over you. The air was different here—softer, calmer, and yet it seemed to hum with energy.

The moment you crossed the gate, the door to their house opened as though they had been waiting for you. Agatha and Rio stepped out into the glow of the surreal realm, their eyes locking onto yours instantly.

Without a word, you dropped your bundle onto the ground and ran to them, your heart pounding in your chest. You threw your arms around both of them, holding them tightly as though they might vanish if you let go. Agatha’s arms wrapped firmly around your torso, her embrace grounding and secure. Rio’s embrace followed, encircling you both, her warmth seeping into your skin.

None of you spoke as you stayed in their arms, the world around you fading into nothingness. For a moment, there was only the three of you, connected by an unspoken bond that needed no explanation.

When you finally pulled back, their expressions shifted instantly. Agatha’s gaze swept over you, her sharp blue eyes narrowing as they landed on your swollen cheek. A flicker of icy coldness flashed through them, a dangerous edge to her usual composure. Rio’s reaction was even more primal—her jaw clenched, her dark eyes narrowing as her teeth bared in a snarl.

"Who," Rio growled, her voice low and venomous, "did this to you?"

Agatha’s hand reached up, her fingers brushing gently against your cheek. Despite the cold fury in her gaze, her touch was soft, almost reverent. "Tell us," she said, her voice deceptively calm. But the undercurrent of menace was unmistakable. "Who dared to harm you?"

You swallowed hard, caught off guard by the intensity of their reactions. "It’s not important," you said weakly, though even you knew the words would not placate them.

"Not important?" Rio hissed, her teeth gritted. "Your face is bruised, swollen, and you’re telling me it’s not important?" She took a step back, her hand reaching instinctively to her side, where you noticed her familiar dagger gleaming faintly in the ethereal light. Her eyes glinted dangerously, like a predator ready to strike. "Give me a name," she demanded.

"Rio," Agatha said sharply, her voice cutting through Rio’s anger like a blade. Yet her gaze remained fixed on you, her cold blue eyes softening just slightly. "Let her speak."

Rio’s jaw worked, but she relented, stepping aside with a frustrated huff. Agatha’s hand lingered against your cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over the tender skin as though trying to erase the mark entirely.

"Tell us, doll," Agatha coaxed, her voice quieter now but no less firm. "We can’t help you if you don’t let us."

Agatha’s gaze was unrelenting, her hand still gently brushing against your swollen cheek. "Who hurt you?" she asked again, her voice a blend of concern and barely restrained fury.

But you shook your head stubbornly, stepping back just enough to break her touch. "It doesn’t matter," you said firmly, your voice trembling only slightly. "Everything is fine as long as I’m here with you two. That’s all I need."

Rio’s eyes narrowed, the fire in them undimmed. "You can’t just brush this off," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Someone hurt you—marked you—and you’re telling me it doesn’t matter? I swear, if you don’t tell us, I’ll—"

"You’ll do nothing," you interrupted, your voice gaining strength. You turned to face both of them, your jaw clenched. "Because I’m not telling you. What’s done is done. I’m here now, and that’s all that matters."

Rio’s expression hardened, her lips pressing into a thin line. "That’s not good enough," she growled. "You can’t expect me to sit here and—"

"Enough," Agatha said sharply, cutting her off. Her piercing blue eyes turned to Rio, her gaze surprisingly pleading. "She’s made her choice. Let it go."

Rio’s growled furiously, her body tense as though she were barely holding herself back. But after a long moment, she exhaled sharply and nodded, though the fire in her gaze didn’t entirely fade. "Fine," she muttered, crossing her arms. "But don’t expect me to forget."

Agatha turned back to you, her expression softening slightly. "Doll," she said quietly, "you don’t have to carry this alone. We’re here for you—always."

You nodded, the weight of their concern pressing heavily on your chest. "I know," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "That’s why I came back."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the tension lingering like an unspoken question. But as the minutes stretched on, the weight began to ease, replaced by a sense of quiet understanding.

Agatha reached out, her hand resting lightly on your arm. "Come," she said softly, her voice low and soothing. "You need to rest."

Before you could respond, Rio stepped forward, her dark eyes boring into yours. "But first," she murmured, her voice dipping into something softer, sweeter. "You need to know how much you mean to us."

Her words jolt through your chest, the air around you seeming still. Before you could process what she meant, Rio leaned in, her hand cupping your cheek with surprising gentleness. Her lips brushed against yours, the kiss soft yet electric, igniting a warmth that spread through your entire body.

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding as Rio pulled back slightly, her lips curving into a satisfied grin. "I’ve been waiting for that," she said, her voice low and husky, liking her lips.

Before you could respond, Agatha stepped closer, her sharp gaze locking onto yours. "Don’t forget about me, doll," she murmured, her voice rich with amusement. Her hand tilted your chin upward, and her lips captured yours in a deeper, more deliberate kiss, sending a shiver down your spine that differed from Rio's.

When Agatha finally pulled away, her smirk was wicked. "You're so beautiful," her thumb brushing lightly over your cheek. "I could get used to this."

Rio chuckled, stepping behind you to press her body lightly against yours. Her arms encircled your waist, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, "And you haven’t even seen the best of us yet, my lady."

The warmth of their combined presence, touches, and kisses sent your mind reeling. The pull you had felt toward them since the beginning now felt inevitable, undeniable love. And as they held you between them, their gazes filled with affection and desire, you couldn’t bring yourself to resist.

For the first time, you allowed yourself to give in—to the connection you shared, to the love you felt, and to the promises their touches held. And in their arms, you finally felt whole.

But the moment didn’t end there. Your breath quickened, each exhale unsteady as a new warmth began to coil within you. It was unfamiliar and consuming, and yet you welcomed it and yearned for more of it, for more of them. The sensation was almost overwhelming, but Agatha and Rio seemed to understand completely.

Agatha’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile, her piercing eyes glinting with intent. Beside her, Rio’s dark gaze sparkled with mischief, her grin widening as though she were in on a secret you were only just beginning to uncover.

Agatha’s hand slid to your back, guiding you gently but firmly toward their large, inviting bedroom. The soft glow of their surreal realm filtered through the open windows, casting the room in a warm, almost magical light. The bed was massive, draped in luxurious fabrics that seemed to shimmer faintly as if touched by unseen starlight.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x rio vidal x reader #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x rio vidal #agatha x rio #fem reader

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7) finding a somewhat private area at a fancy party to fuck (coat closet, empty office, secluded corner on the big balcony, hedge maze if we wanna get dramatic, etc)

this uhhhh got crazier than i anticipated! oops sorry not sorry ehehe

The party was droning on, everyone around them was getting increasingly more intoxicated. Christmas parties for the Westview Police Department tend to get ... sloppy over time.

Agatha nurses her beer, sweeping the banquet hall with her eyes as she mentally takes notes for who is doing what with who. She laughs to herself, watching the Chief's wife try to pry the whiskey sour from his hands. She huffs and stomps off, leaving the moustached man grinning as he slams the entire glass and places it back on the table before swinging his hips off beat to the song playing.

"This is a shit show ," Rio says, sliding next to Agatha and wraps her arms around her waist, "I've never been to a Christmas party before, to be fair. Didn't expect it to be this wild."

Agatha pats Rio's forearm, pointing with the beer bottle at the crowd of people forming in the dance floor. "Herb is about to show off the one dance move he knows. It's not great."

Rio looks to where Agatha points but can't help but notice the crowd of people is growing exponentially, leaving only the two of them standing by their respective table.

"Hey," she leans in, whispering in Agatha's ear. "Wanna sneak off and fool around?"

Agatha's eyebrows shoot to her hairline as she sets her beer down harder than she intended. Rio smiles, mischief in her eyes, and grips Agatha's tie to lead the two of them out of the banquet hall and down a hallway neither of them wandered down before. Rio keeps walking, turning again down another hallway until they could only hear the subtle beat of the bass from the dancefloor.

She stops, reaching for a doorknob and twists it. It opens with a soft thunk and she flicks the light switch on, laughing.

"A broom closet?" Agatha asks, "Really?"

Rio pulls Agatha by her tie into the room, slamming the door and pinning her to it. "You have a better idea, baby?"

Agatha shakes her head, hands reaching up to cup Rio's face as she closes the distance between them and kisses her. Rio's hand grips at Agatha's suit jacket before they wander down and grazes against the the bulge underneath her slacks.

"You always pack for these?"

Agatha swallows hard, running her fingers through her hair. "Normally, it's easier when the pants aren't as shape defining. You'd never know unless I want you to."

Agatha layers her hand on top of Rio's, having her cup the toy through the slacks. She groans into it, pressing her hips into the harness so it hits her clit. Rio looks up at Agatha, smirking.

"I know that look," Agatha runs her tongue against the inside of her bottom lip. "Tell me what's on your mind, pretty girl?"

Rio takes her hand from underneath Agatha's, maintaining her eye contact as she unbuckles her belt. She tugs at the clasp on the slacks, dropping them to pool around Agatha's ankles. She has the harness overtop of loose boxers, ones with the button fly on top for access.

Rio flicks her tongue into her mouth, eyes dropping down to the toy before she spins around in front of Agatha and hikes her dress up. Agatha can't help herself but touch the new exposed skin on Rio, her smooth hips and backside. She nearly doesn't notice the lack of underwear.

"You planned this all along, didn't you?"

Rio nods, bending over and grabbing her knees. "Wasn't expecting you to pack, but I was expecting to get fucked during this party."

Agatha grips at the toy, teasing it into Rio's cunt as she sighs happily. Regardless of how chaotic their lives became, she'd always find solace with her cock buried inside of Rio.

"We'll have to be quick," Rio hisses, wiggling her hips to take more of the toy faster than Agatha was allowing. "Someone's going to notice the agent and detective somehow gone."

Agatha growls, the thought of anyone pulling her away and out of her girlfriend striking a nerve. "Don't care about them, just you."

Rio catches the deeper tone, stilling her hips to let Agatha push the toy further inside. The thoughts of someone banging on the door cloud her mind and she snaps her hips into Rio, filling her suddenly.

Rio exhales through her teeth, hand gripping into Agatha's on her hips. "Easy, daddy. It's just us."

Agatha sheds Rio's hand, instead she bends down to press her chest against Rio's back and wraps her hand around her throat. She pulls the both of them up, one hand still on Rio's hips, and she jerks her hips into Rio harshly.

"You're mine," Agatha rasps in her ear, fingers gripping her throat and pressing in at the sides. "No one can take me from you."

Rio gasps, eyes unfocusing as Agatha fucks into her relentlessly. Her hand drops from her throat and palms at her chest, squeezing one over the dress. She keeps Rio held tight against as she ruts into her.

"Fuck," Rio chants, trying to keep quiet as Agatha works the toy in and out, "I-, you can't-, I'm not gonna last, baby."

"Good."

Agatha keeps going, maintaining her pace. Rio cries out, having to lift her hand to muffle herself. Her hand is forced away as Agatha pins her arm behind her back instead.

"Let 'em hear you," Agatha snarls, "Wanna let 'em know you're mine."

Rio bites her tongue to keep quiet, knowing she'd be heard otherwise if anyone was actually looking for them. Agatha drills the toy deeper into her, the wet sounds of the soaked toy thrusting in and out of Rio's core filling the tiny closet they were in.

"Whose making you feel this good?"

Rio pants, lips parting as she relents against her internal fight. "You, baby."

"What's my name?"

"Agatha!"

Rio cums in an instant, coating the silicone cock as she loses herself. Agatha keeps her thrusts up, fucking her through it until she cums as well. She feels her boxers sticking to her thighs from her overwhelming wetness but can only grin wickedly.

Rio's chest heaves, gulping in breaths to regain control of her brain and body. Agatha pulls out, tugging her slacks back up around her waist and buckles her belt.

"Not gonna clean it off?"

Agatha shakes her head with a smug lopsided smile. "I like the thought of your cum all over my cock while I drive us home. I'll clean it later."

Rio stands up, now no longer held against Agatha's body after the onslaught. She blinks hard, wetting her dry lips, and exhales with her cheeks puffed out.

"Possessive?"

Agatha shrugs nonchalantly. "A little."

Rio places her hand on Agatha's chest, over her heart. She takes her lips against hers in a gentle, soft kiss.

"I'm only ever yours, Agatha," Rio says plainly, brown eyes staring into blue. "No one will ever change that."

#asks #butch!agatha #rio vidal #agatha harkness #agathario #lilithschosen #in case you had to ask: yes i like Agatha packing!!! its a good mental image!!!#also yes shes possessive :)#rio doesn't mind whatsoever eheheheheheh

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