#agatha rio

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Agatha All Along + text posts pt. 19/?

[livingfandomly]

Shocking that when you focus on quality and give the story to actual writers they can successfully cement a character, give you her entire backstory, make you fall in love with her and make you cry when they kill her off, all in a span of 30mins.

[asterinthesiren]

maybe Death isn't so bad... she's certainly hot

[riosblackheart]

Sometimes babygirl is a hundreds of years old lesbian witch that pretends to be tough but is actually a softie when she lets her guard down and is also SO unhinged that Death fell in love with her because they can only match each others freak. And I think that's beautiful.

[wo-mary]

AUBREY PLAZA as Rio Vidal in Agatha All Along (2024) and her naughty tongue

[queer-red-panda]

Look at these two gifs

In the first one, Agatha looks horrified but at the same time she’s just so used to the insult that it doesn’t hurt as much. Just hearing it again, centuries later, is what opens the wound, maybe.

Rio. She’s keeping it together and knows for a fact how much that statement has hurt Agatha in the past, and knows how much it hurts hearing it again. She wants to stop her but doesn’t know how to.

And it literally KILLS HER 😭

[localvamp1re]

thinking about the way agatha melted into rio’s touch..that woman is TOUCHED STARVED!!!

[swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters]

You know what? I would love to see the first episode of Agatha through the Westview resident's pov lmao

Like, if THIS was her "car" then how did she get around?

I mean, where and how did this interaction take place?

Or these ones:

Like, did she actually go to the police station or did she barge into their houses?

And what about this one?? Where did it take place? Did Rio actually show up dressed like this?

I mean, we saw the chase and teen's interrogation from his pov and it was even more hilarious, but I really would love to see those interactions from the Westview resident's pov

So many questions

[endangeredrandomfanfics]

"A Mother's Secret

Masterlist

Agatha x Rio x Child!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Walk, walk, walk the road"

"I walk the wind-y road....

"Walk, walk, walk the road"

"I walk the wind-y road...

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

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

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

Oh. You walk this road alone, do you?

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

"Walk, walk, walk the road"

"We walk the wind-y road"

"Wherever it may bend

"I'll be there at the end....

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

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

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

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

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

[ronance4life42]

Part one?

[stayevildarling]

can I request an agatha x reader fic. in westview so no witches road or anything (need a break) . where someone stalks reader bc she‘s agatha‘s girlfriend and tries to get closer to them in order to steal agatha‘s powers or get to her. maybe reader gets hurt. very angsty and overprotective agatha please!!

Agatha Harkness x Reader- Shadows of Magic

A/N: Thank you very much for requesting this! I love requests like these 🤍 This is somewhat an AU but not really, basically Aggy x Reader live in Westview and share their lives together there. Also please ignore my description of seasons, I‘m just gonna pretend they have the same seasons as Europe there😅

tw/tags: established relationship, mention of witchhunters, mention of blood, mentions of injury, overprotective agatha, dark agatha, hurt/angst/comfort

word count: 4k

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The days in Westview had grown colder lately, darker even, fall unfortunately almost coming to an end, as the leaves slowly began falling from the trees, another reminder of another year passing by. Usually you wouldn‘t mind this, loving fall with every fiber of your being and spending the best Halloween ever with your Aggy. You loved the winter, the beginning of Snowfall and Christmas and you had already began working on your presents for your girlfriend.

But something had felt different this time, it began with something almost unnoticeable, a prickle at the back of your neck when you are alone, the feeling of eyes lingering on you for too long. But you brushed it off every single time, assuming it was just your imagination or watching too many horror shows and Halloween movies with your girlfriend. But as more days pass, the feeling becomes hard to ignore, often turning around when walking on your own but never noticing anything suspicious. At first you assumed it was maybe Aggy pulling a prank or even occasionally following you as she was undeniably overprotective but the thought quickly vanished when you remembered the deep trust between you both.

Ironically enough you didn’t feel like you could tell Agatha about this, not because you didn’t trust her but because you didn’t want to worry her. She was so busy, providing for you both, working on her magic and especially working effortlessly in her basement over the last few weeks. One evening it happened again, picking up some groceries for dinner, the street empty and some fog rolling in, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminating the scene further. You were almost home when you felt it again, your breath catching in your throat but as you glanced over your shoulder there was nothing or no one there.

Back at the house, Agatha was humming softly in the kitchen, waiting for your return as she finished for the evening. „Everything okay, hon?“ she asked and you considered then but seeing the exhaustion in her eyes and at the same time that playful smile, excited to spend time with you, you couldn‘t ruin the moment, instead forcing a smile and reassuring her you are okay. But it never stopped, the last few weeks the feeling growing more intense and causing your anxiety to act up slightly as you were more fidgety, more careful with your movements.

And Agatha being Agatha of course she noticed the change, despite the business, despite your secrecy, she could tell something was upsetting you, making you nervous and so she watched with quiet concern, deciding to keep an eye on you as her attempts to talk to you and get some truths out hadn‘t been successful so far. But the brunette was too late.

It‘s close to dusk when you finally step out of the little shop, arms full of carefully wrapped presents you picked out for your girlfriend for Christmas. It was early really, maybe too early but you wanted it to be perfect for her, give back for all the things she would do for you on a regular without you ever asking. You linger for a moment, smiling at the parcels and imagining the soft look on her face before she would scold you for getting her so many. But you had listened carefully, gotten a few books and crystals she had mentioned as well as some little things you knew she adored.

You are just a few blocks from home, feeling your phone in your pocket vibrating a few times, assuming it must be Aggy but unable to reach for it with your hands full. The sudden feeling creeps over you again, sharper this time but before you can respond, speed up a little or reach for your phone you realize this had never been your imagination to begin with. Out of nowhere, a hand grabs your arm hard, yanking you into a hallway as the packages fall from your grip and scatter on the pavement. You try and twist, seeing who has pulled you into darkness but another set of hands presses against your mouth, muffling your screams.

„Quiet now“ a cold voice commands and you shiver as you feel somehing sharp and cold brushing against your cheek. „Wouldn‘t want to cause a scene, would we?“ he hisses and your stomach twists at his word, the disgusting tone and hands still gripping you tight. You try to fight, sqiurming and clawing but they are too strong and as another person appears, blocking out the last glimpse of daylight, you know it‘s too late. Their faces are hooded but you can feel their gazes, intense and calculating. One of them leans in close, their breath warm against your ear.

„She‘s powerful isn‘t she?“ one of them spits and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. „Agatha“ he says her name, rolling of his tongue in a way that makes your blood boil. „People say she‘s untouchable.. but everyone has a weakness“. Their grips tighten around you before another adds „Looks like your hers“. Defeat fills you as they drag you away into the back of a van, your cries and pleas unheard and as the doors slam shut, Westview fades away, leaving nothing but the scattered gifts on the floor and your sobbing, chained form in the back of a van.

Meanwhile Agatha has been pacing the livingroom, glancing at the clock on the wall for what feels like the hundreth time. You had told her you would be back by now and despite telling herself you might have just gotten caught up with something while shopping, there is a strange feeling gnawing at her insides. She picks up the phone again, this time opting to call you instead of texting but when the call goes straight to voicemail, she can‘t help it, grabbing her coat and leaving the house.

A part of her worries she‘s too overprotective, maybe even controlling when it comes to your safety but she hadn‘t let anyone come this close into her life, opening her heart in a way no one else had. Changing her selfish ways and life completely as you undeniably brought sunshine into her life. She steps through the quiet and now dark neighborhood, making her way to the shops. Her heels click against the sidewalk as she heads towards the area you mentioned, her eyes scanning every shadow and empty corner, seeing the stores closed now. But she can‘t see you, knowing if you had been on the way home, she would have caught you as there is just this one direction leading towards home.

Then, something catches her eyes, something metallic and torn and when she steps closer she sees the pieces of wrapping paper, discared on the ground. Her heart twists in her chest, still trying to stay calm but when she takes the contents into her hands she knows. The books she had mentioned, the crystals. Moments later as she digs through the things she stumbles upon your phone and her heart stops, knowing this was no coincidence, realizing the last few weeks hadn’t been either.

„Where are you?“ she whispers, her voice laced with panic but as she looks around further she sees some droplets of blood leading towards an now empty ally. With clenched fists she stands in the silence of Westview. Realizing that something must have happened, someone must have taken you. Guilt instantly fills her, realizing she should have done something weeks ago, the feeling of being followed, your anxiety and all the things she had been brushing off. Knowing she should have been more careful, knowing she should have accompanied you rather than working on her magic. Each regret feels like a sharp twist of a knife into her heart, your sweet smile and your gentle eyes filling her memory and causing tears to fill her features. „No..“ she mutters, sadness, shock and fear overwhelming her as she thinks about what may have happened.

But then her voice drops to a dark whisper, purple smoke filling the air around her as anger overtakes her, knowing someone had touched what belongs to her. „I‘ll find you. I swear it“ she whispers before picking up the scattered items, quickly making her way home, more determined now than ever to find you quickly and hold whoever is responsible for this accountable. And she wastes no time in practically running home, almost stumbling down the stairs into her basement as she begins laying out countless items, partly belonging to you as she begins casting a spell on finding you.

And Agatha being one of the most powerful witches around and this not being her first spell on finding someone, she manages to trace your steps instantly, wasting no time as she hurries into a car, wanting to leave no traces of her own behind by teleporting as she doesn‘t know just who she is dealing with yet. In the meantime, you had been dropped into a room, chained and picked up by your hair as they dragged you through a cool and damp space, seemingly big as every single noise echoes around. There is silence for a while as you sniffle quietly, feeling the effects of your stupidness hit deep as you really should have spoken up. You pray that Agatha won‘t find you, having not a single doubt about her abilities but having heard their plans as they dragged you inside, knowing that this was a trap, that they wanted her to find you.

The witches love brings her close to you, a trail of purple ahead of her as she follows with a heavy heart. All sorts of thoughts fill her head as the dread of losing you becomes stronger. She thinks of the times when you first moved to Westview, how you met almost by accident and how you both somehow had been captivated by each other. Your hearts intertwined with the first kiss, before that gentle silent love confessions through locking eyes or the ocassional finger brushing against each other‘s skin. The witch learnt what true love was, forgot her sometimes selfish reasons in life and what it meant to be ready to lose everything for the one she loves. You made her better, every minute of every day you made her stronger, forget about her past and hauntings of it. She loved holding you close to her chest, seeing your face light up when she would show you some magic or when she would spoil you rotten.

Agatha adored the way she could make your face fall apart, how your bodies worked its on magic with each other and how you would always fall on your knees for her. And she couldn‘t imagine a life without you anymore, speeding through the dark night sky and eventually getting to an abandoned building outside of town. And meanwhile they had taken off the blindfolds, throwing all sorts of questions at you on how to get to your girlfriend, how to lure her there and asking specific questions about her magic. And a part of you couldn‘t quite grasp how stupid they are, having assumed they would be good enough at this to know all of those things already and bit by bit you hoped that Aggy may find you. But it took her a while to get to you, the people having captured you growing impatient as they begin to leave their frustration and lack of planning and organisation out on you, their fists landing hard on your face, leaving stinging bruises and droplets of blood.

They begin moving in some weird machine looking things that you hadn‘t seen before, designed to take Agatha‘s power and you begin feeling the confusion, their questions not matching their actions and as you watch them interact with each other you can tell one of them is desperate to get answers, hitting you repeatly until you eventually see stars. One of them watching in sorrow despite the mask and ushering him to stop over and over again while the third seemed to not care what is happening at all. And you hoped he would leave again, hoped you could reason with the seemingly nice one. And as he steps away for a moment you try your luck, a desperate attempt as your body aches with the pain they had inflicted on you, stars filling your vision and your voice quiet.

„Please… please let me go“ you whimper, not finding the strength within you to plead with him properly. You watch him through your blurry vision, almost thinking he was going to answer you when the other one returns, a bucket of water this time, as he forces a cloth over your face, pouring the freezing cold water over you, causing you to choke again and again. You eventually black out from the ordeal, hearing the occasional noise just before everything goes black, their echoed shouting, whiring of a machine and some metal clanging nearby. You never notice Agatha rushing inside, how the machines are supposed to stop her but just as you had expected they didn‘t plan or think this through as much as you both had assumed by now. She walks straight past the machines, feeling a light tingle but nothing that could take her magic like they intended to.

Her eyes search frantically for you through the dark and it takes her a while until the familar cloud of purple appears, her magic sensing her distress upon finding you, slumped in a chair beaten and bruised. „Oh god Y/N“ she cries out as she runs over to you, dropping to her knees to look at your features. She checks your pulse first, sighing in relief as she finds one, weak but there. With a flick of her wrist the chains and blindfold disappear and she gently wipes the blood from your cheeks, your eyes fluttering open for a moment despite the exhaustion, your heart and body sensing your Aggy was close. „Oh thank god“ she whispers before you give her a dopey smile upon seeing her. „Aggy“ you whisper croakily and she knows you can‘t walk, gently taking you into her frame and putting one of your arms around her shoulders to get you to the car. She would have taken you into her arms but she could feel their presences around her and knew she needed to stay on guard, still unsure what game they were playing, their attempts harmless on her magic but the torture on you so vivid.

„It‘s okay sweet girl, I‘m here, I‘m taking you home“ she whispers on the brink of tears as she helps you get up and begin walking. Her blood quickly begins boiling as she watches the three frames enter her vision, standing there pathetically with weapons in their hands. „The trap worked“ one of them laughs in a way that causes her anger to increase. „Not really moron, your machines did nothing“ she hisses and he grins in disbelief as he starts up the gun in his hand, blue blasting lights blaring towards you both and bringing Agatha to her knees. They had been much more calculated than you both believed, the machines a mere distraction to make it seem like they didn‘t know what they are doing, the torture not necessary as they knew all those answers already, only wanting to let off steam and you playing into their sick fantasies.

Agatha feels her magic burning in her veins, a feeling she had felt before, all to familiar as she slowly feels her abilities beginning to leave her. The impact of Agatha dropping to her knees startled you awake, your vision still slightly blurry, body still aching but watching it all unfold. Agatha‘s eyes searching yours, filled of regret and defeat, knowing she couldn‘t help you. You watch with a pained expression as the „nice guy“ struggles with whats happening, the other seemingly careless guy having already ran by now. And you pull all your strength together, pushing Aggy out of the way as the blue blasting stops, hitting through your body instead of the woman‘s. „No“ she screams as she regains her strength, sending the guy flying to the next wall, watching your weakend body on the floor. „No wait“ you scream as she flicks her wrist and points it at the other guy.

„Not.. him“ you pant, knowing he somehow didn‘t mean for any of this to happen. Her face twists in horror and confusion, not thinking about sparing either of their lives. And she wastes no time, sending him flying to the nearest wall sucking their life force out of them as she walks past, her anger burning and parts of the old Agatha back. She picks you up this time, crying, shocked and hurt. She doesn‘t care about your pleas or shivering in her arms as she gets you home. Despite the shock of it all, you manage to relax and fall asleep beside Agatha in the car, your head leaning against the window, the exhaustion heavy on your body.

By the time your girlfriend has you home, you are passed out asleep, sleeping off the lingering reminders of pain and trauma that the events of this have had on you. Once she has you home and safe, she is back to your old Aggy, taking you gently into her arms, careful where she is touching you, before tugging you into bed. She stays by your side, laying awake next to you as the events from this night linger on her mind, your broken and exhausted form, your pleas and the way your face crumbled and twisted when she did what she had done. But she doesn't feel an ounce of remorse, no one getting to touch you, ever. The only thing replaying in her mind is your face, sending a pang of guilt through her body, wishing you never had to see any of this, wishing none of this would have happened, wishing she just went with you and never let you near any danger.

It's early morning when you next wake up, your eyes slowly adjusting to the first peaks of sunlight streaming in through the curtains. For a split second the world feels normal, like none of this happened. Like this was just a bad dream but when you feel the pain radiating from your entire body, a pounding headache, the memories slowly wash over you again. And then they come crashing, leaving you trembling and shaking as their voices repeat in your mind, their hands sting and leave more bruises. But Agatha is there in an instant, turning over to you and taking your shivering form into her embrace. ,,Shh I'm here'' she coos, holding you close to her chest and soothingly rocking you back and forth. ,,They can't hurt you now angel'' she coos and despite trying to reassure you, she sends another wave of anxiety through you as you remember what happened, how they had been on the floor when you left, looking lifeless and cold.

,,Aggy.. you... you killed them'' you whisper, staring into her eyes in realisation and when she sees the scared in your eyes, her heart breaks, for the first time ever seeing you scared of her and she didn't know how to act, instinctively pulling you a little closer as she was scared you would slip through her fingers further. She could never explain this to you, the love she felt for you ever since seeing you for the first time, your adorable smile, your shyness and squirming around her and how your hearts seemed to realise much faster than either of you did. How she would kiss death in order to safe you every single time, how she would go back to her old ways in order to save you, how the universe could never be a priority as long as you are alive.

The brunette doesn't know what to say, silence filling the bedroom but as your eyes meet hers, you can see the vulnerability in them, the scared of your reaction, the hurt of your reaction and the guilt. ,,I wanted to keep you safe'' she admits and your eyebrows furrow before she whispers again ,,No one gets to touch you, hurt you, ever'' she carries on, her voice filled with a seriousness and overprotectiveness that takes your breath away. And then you realise that no one had ever cared for you the way your Aggy had. No one ever listened to you as intently, no one ever cared about your interests in the way she had, letting you ramble about plots of a book or tv shows for hours on end and never getting tired of it. How no one had quite ever cared about your physical wellbeing the way she had, always holding your hand before crossing a street, always making sure your seatbelt is buckled when driving somewhere. And the realisation brings tears to your eyes, just how much Aggy loved you, just how far she would go for you, going back to the darkness in order to save you.

She instantly notices your tears, hesitant as her fingers hover above your cheeks but wiping them nevertheless, the sight of you crying breaking her heart every single time. ,,I'm sorry for scaring you'' she admits, her own tears reflecting in her beautiful orbs. ,,You.. you saved me Aggy'' you whisper, getting to understand the depth she went through for you and grateful nevertheless. You both knew this would take time to heal together, to talk this through together but all you both want right now is to hold each other, appreciate being with each other and fate not having seperated you further. Agatha watches your body up and down, the bruises and cuts on your face, the guilt reflecting in her orbs.

„Did they..“ she begins but stops herself as she looks away, wanting to be strong for you. „Hurt you anywhere else?“ she asks hesitantly after a moment and you quickly shake your head and a sigh of relief leaves her. „I‘m - so sorry I wasn‘t there with you“ she whispers and the guilt radiates off her that much that all you can do is lunge forward and take her into your arms, wrapping around her and seeking her warmth and safety. And despite wanting to give her comfort and reassurance right now, being in her arms makes you feel complete, slowly washing away the events and pain from the previous day. „It‘s not your fault Aggy“ you reassure and she stays silent while the two of you quietly hold onto each other. Neither of you speak for a while, the fireplace softly crackling in the background as you hold each other, the events from before slowly melting away.

After a while she pulls away ever so slightly, her hands still on you to reassure and show you she is right there. „How about we get you cleaned up sweet girl?“ she offers and you nod, holding the hand she is offering before following her into the bathroom, both of you noticing the exhaustion heavy on your features again and still aching body. But Aggy is there, gently wiping your bruises and the blood away, gently hovering her hands over them and making them go away one by one. And softly she would soothe you back to sleep, hold you in her arms and whisper reassuring nothings into your ear, holding you steady, not sleeping herself in order to be there. And softly and slowly Aggy would soothe you through this, shushing the nightmares, always ready to listen and hold you. And she was sure to never let you near harms away again, keeping you close to her heart and hand at all times. Protecting you, always.

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Agatha All Along + text posts pt. 17/?

[livingfandomly]

That was literally one of the best episodes I have ever watched period. Not just in aaa but EVER. That was genuinely so so sooo perfect and satisfying and it itches my brain so nicely.

[asterinthesiren]

agatha harkness they could never make me hate you

[riosblackheart]

Aweee this new photo of Agathario in the next episode is so cute 💚💜

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Sometimes I'm having a normal day just going about my business, but then I remember that Agatha was completely naked under that robe and probably flashed Rio a few times when Rio tossed her