#but agatha was powerful enough to keep parts of herself

[iccarian]

okay bc i figure it’s safe enough now to post about it…here are my tentative canon divergences from the finale until i flesh them out fully <3

agatha does not die, period. she stated explicitly clearly herself that she will die a long long long x2 time from now, because she’s a witch, and because these are the years she can take back after centuries thrown away to grief, to the darkhold. ( she doesn’t see it that way, at least not yet. but she is adaptable and she doesn’t entirely mind not having the darkhold anymore — even if it was the one thing numbing her grief. ) it wouldn’t take a single day of knowing a boy that reminds her of her son for her to become self sacrificial when she has been self preserving to a cruel & selfish extent her entire life. do i think she’d bargain with rio? absolutely. i don’t think agatha has never particularly cared about what’s supposed to be right in the cosmos because she, herself, has always defied all odds and rules. ( that’s what makes you a witch. ) i frankly do not care about comic book easter eggs etc, she didn’t have to die to become billy’s mentor, which i think is a role she secretly would have loved! she’s at her best when she’s teaching, we even saw this with wanda to an extent. give me agatha living her life and popping in to help billy at certain times and also drive him up the walls.

onto the topic of rio: i think agatha’s anger makes sense in that it is her desperate way of not acknowledging the love and heartache she’s been burying for centuries. it’s easier for her to act like she hates rio, to ask never to see her again ( or as in the original script, for rio to retire her form because it’s the rio she fell in love with ohuuhuuhuuu that fucking wrecked me ) because agatha doesn’t do vulnerable, she doesn’t do emotions, not when she has a task at hand. and it’s a hell of a lot easier to pretend rio is simply death, that her grief never had a stake in this. but. the very end, taking one last kiss from her love as she siphons her power to die — that wasn’t it. there was no reconciliation. no true conversation. no resolution for the end of agatha’s path as the three of swords, where she is supposed to face and accept her grief. and i genuinely don’t think it was her time yet lmfao like come on!! neways, i think the fight could have ended in a hundred different ways, one that i like in particular in which agatha acknowledges rio’s hurt, and they like idk. talk. like ex lovers. in their own very messy and begrudgingly communicative fashion.

slightly on topic, i was incredibly unsatisfied with the lack of actual agathario backstory in episode 9. it’s all but confirmed that nicky was their child by some stroke of a cosmic occurrence. i’m willing to explore rio leaving them in peace to give them time, time they never should have had, but i personally like the idea of rio still being there with agatha because hello? they’re wives???

and onto the darkhold! i think agatha acquired it for a multitude of reasons. after nicky, the only thing that made sense to her was power. it was a sound place to bury her rage and heartbreak and also, we know she’s a knowledge seeker. that she’s probably tousled with the sorcerer supreme. she goes places she shouldn’t because she wants to know, because what could possibly be of consequence now? she probably acquired it sometime in the early 1900s, and made a deal to keep it satiated: power and knowledge ( and hiding her from her only love ) in exchange for it siphoning off her own memories of love, of sorrow, etc: it didn’t take them necessarily, but it numbed them. she enjoyed that at the time. she also didn’t let it take her over completely: her soul is most definitely tainted and she dabbled in forbidden magics, relentlessly searched for ways to bring back another soul that didn’t shred it, but she was still largely herself. so, wanda! the scarlet witch! a being of spontaneous creation of chaos magic. how could agatha not crave her power? how could a part of her still not rage against the fabric of the universe, demanding magic that could stitch souls together, fix the dead? and then she was gone, and so was agatha’s magic, and the darkhold, and suddenly for the first time in hundreds of years her grief was palpable and overwhelming. it’s no wonder she projected it onto a young boy with his heart on his sleeve the moment she woke from wanda’s spell.

as for the witches' road con, she definitely knew there was a real one but even that wasn't something agatha dared to dabble in. she let the word spread, though. the song written by her and her son sung by hundreds of witches throughout the centuries. it was a nice little sham to get juice.

anyways all in all! the finale left more questions and i hate it. WHAT’S THE SIGNIFICANCE OF JUNE 2ND? WHEN DID AGATHARIO MEET? HOW LONG DID THEY LOVE EACH OTHER??

[littlenahsstuff]

Way I request a Rio x reader x Agatha where while they hate each other, Rio and Agatha both adore reader? And reader trues their best to make them be at least somewhat nice to each other while they're around

Down the Right Path

Warnings: not proofread. You are Sharon’s replacement. I had only watched the first to episodes when I started writing this. Ignore the plot holes.

Word count: ~2.9k

The witches road was a dark place. The leaves beneath your feet may have been soft but the cold and misty air bit into them. Overall you were scared, but part of you couldn’t wait for the reward. You may have been a young witch, but you knew of the roads powers. Not long after you entered a witch named Rio joined you. You could not deny both her and Agatha were totally smoking but they seemed to have a weird tension. You could only notice it briefly before you were consumed with worries of the path ahead.

“Hello replacement,” Rio purrs into your ear. You startle. “Relax, I don’t bite too much.” You give her an awkward smile.

“It’s okay, um… my names Y/n, by the way. I’m a newer witch if you couldn’t tell. It’s Rio, right?” You question, falling behind the group slightly. Rio gives you a grin.

“Lovely name, baby witch. Yes, I’m Rio. Did you know Agatha before this, you seemed to be sticking to her like glue before I arrived?” Her grin sticks but the question is said with underlying bite. You glance up ahead to where Agatha grumpily walks fast.

“Yes,” you sigh ,”Back when Wanda was hexing everyone I happened to get swept up in it. Funnily enough I was her wife. Even though it wasn’t real it stings that she knew the whole time it was a spell and didn’t help. After she forgot everyone and became a mean detective she didn’t remember me so I didn’t see her much.” You admit.

“Wow such a sad backstory. I guess that makes you another one of her ex-wives. Even if it was fake,” Rio says with an airy laugh.

Your brows furrow, “She was actually married at one point, who got the real deal?” Rio bites her lip and wiggles her eyebrow.

“Looking at her. Welcome to the ex-wives club hot stuff-“ Rio is interrupted by Agatha’s angry beckon for her.

“See you later babe,” Rio finishes with a wink and teleports up to Agatha. You stay wide eyed in the back.

“You called?” She questions with a huff.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing with Y/n but leave your no good mitts off of her. She’s too good for you and you know that.” Agatha scolds, keeping her voice low and eyes ahead. Rio laughs.

“Oh come on, you of all people appreciate a little corruption now and then. Besides she already told me you weren’t interested in her herself. As far as I’m concerned she’s free game and a delicious way to get at you Aggie” she responds. Agatha fumes.

“Oh so you’re playing dirty now, got it,” Agatha glances back at you and you smile, making her heart beat a little uncomfortably fast. Rio’s eyes light up.

“No way, you really do care. This is going to be so fun!” She gasps. Agatha groans.

“Whatever, I’ve got places to be.”

***

The coven decided to set up camp, much to Agatha’s dismay. Agatha lit a fire for light and everyone sat around it. You sat on a log immediately followed by Rio to your left and Agatha to your right.

“So baby witch, you’re an earth witch too, what a coincidence. Seems like Wanda knew Agatha had a type,” Rio whispers in your ear, but loud enough Agatha could hear it. You feel your face heat up.

“I guess, yeah,” you laugh awkwardly, staring a little too intently at the ground. Agatha looks behind you at Rio with a death glare. Rio responds with a smile and slowly puts an arm around you.

“We have so much in common already. Tell me baby witch, you seeing anyone? It’s been three years after all.” Rio’s question takes you off guard and you look at her.

“Um, no.”

“Well what a shame.” She pauses and her eyes light up, “A pretty girl like you ought to have someone. Something… real.” Her voice sent shivers down your spine. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out if she was genuinely flirting with you or planning something else. You stand up quickly.

“I- I’m gonna go get more kindling for the fire,” you rush out before speeding away.

Still at the campfire, Rio cackles and Agatha clears her throat. Grabbing Rio by the collar and pulling her up to stand.

“You’re coming with me,” she grits out, tugging Rio harshly to the opposite direction you went.

Once alone she lets her temper burn much like the fire at the site.

“You miserable bitch, why are you going after her like that?!” Agatha hurls, her arms flailing.

“Well… hmmm. Maybe because it’s so delicious. And at first it was just to get back at you… but, and I can’t deny this, she’s a pretty thing. You never did like sharing your toys, but you mistreated this one and now she needs a new home,” Rio’s eyes light up as she watches every angry twitch on Agatha’s face. Agatha puts her foot down.

“I know I did, but that doesn’t mean you can too-“

Rios eyes widen, “Now now, who said I would mistreat her? No no no. I want her terribly. I want someone a little more malleable. Someone I don’t have to worry will trade me for silly magic tricks.” She takes turns her back to Agatha.

“Don’t you turn your back on me! You’re such a child Rio. Don’t act like you weren’t gallivanting naked with young witches in the woods while we were still together!” Agatha groans in frustration as Rio walks away, “Hey, come back here!” Rio gives yet another cackle.

“You’re still invited to the wedding!” She calls back.

Agatha, disposed of her magic still, is forced to run to catch up. Just as she’s about to jump and tackle Rio, the other witch teleports back. Agatha is left huffing on the forest floor, spitting a stray leaf out.

***

Once enough time has passed, it never really was morning on the road, everyone continues the trek. Once again you find yourself at the back of the group, trailing behind everyone else. Everyone else but Rio and Agatha of course. The both of them cling to you like urchins. They aren’t actually touching you, but they’re a breath away each.

“So…” Agatha clears her throat, “haven’t been able to talk to you much since… you know. How have you been?” She hates that Rio had to be here too while this happens but it’s better to her to clear the awkward tension between you and her asap.

You sigh slightly, “not bad, um… how’s Señor Scratchy? I miss him.” Agatha gives you a soft smile despite the pang in her chest.

“Alive and well, still my little trouble bunny. I think he got it from you,” she says, tilting her head back and forth. You giggle and roll your eyes.

“Nope, all you. He’s your familiar after all. I’m glad he’s well. I’ll have to give him a treat if I see him again.” You offer it, an underlying sadness to your tone. Agatha picks it up immediately. You missed her too but would never admit it, after all you were the entranced one while you two were together.

“When. You’ll see him again…” she corrects, making you smile softly. The sight brings hope and warmth to Agatha’s chest. She looks at you, but she’s distracted by Rios maniacal face behind your head. Sensing it’s her turn to speak Rio seizes it.

“So… Y/n, you like animals? I happen to be able to turn into many, that’s my earth witch specialty right there,” Rio says cheerily. Her grin displays her pearly whites. You turn to her, making Agatha’s heart clench.

Your eyes light up, “really, wow. I personally work with herbs and plants more but that’s incredible. I do love animals, what kinds?” Agatha internally groans at having lost your attention so marvelously.

Rio beams with pride, “All kinds, but crows and wolves I’m particularly fond of.”

You ooh, “I love birds a lot.” You add, “maybe you could show me sometime?” Rio grabs your hand, making Agatha bristle, her hair practically standing up in outrage.

“Of course beautiful, it’s a date.” Your stomach does flips at the thought but you try not to read too far in it.

“Sure,” you chirp.

***

After another day of exhausting walking camp is set up again. Agatha cannot truly remember how long the trip was originally, but it seems about right. Much to Agatha’s surprise, you ask her to talk alone with you. Rio wants to join but she knows it would affect her chances with you.

You take a deep breath. This area of the road seems darker, but the magic lull does not cease.

“Agatha, may I ask you a question?” You start. She’s suspicious but nods. “If Rio was the one on your list, why did you bring me?” She shuffles, exhaling.

She knew she would have to tell you eventually… “well, I know there’s no excuse for allowing you to be in so much pain in Westview, but I felt awful. And Rio can be more manipulative than me. Don’t trust her too much. I know I couldn’t. But… I know you can’t trust me either. You’re a bright witch Y/n. As much as it kills me to admit it I truly am sorry. For what it’s worth I was having so much fun with you that I forgot you weren’t completely there.”

Her admittance was spur of the moment, but it made her feel better nonetheless. That may have been the first time she apologized in a very very long time. To her surprise you smile at her.

“That means a lot actually. And I kinda left you there for three years, so… I guess it’s safe to say you paid the price. Even?” You say, Agatha can’t honestly believe her luck tonight. She’s starting to think that genuine apologies are some sort of witch craft too.

“Thanks. Even.” She states, but she notices the frown on your face. You glance in the directions of the camp.

“Hey,” your brows furrow, “what do you mean I can’t trust Rio?” Agatha internally squeals at her luck.

“Well, Rio has been known to flaunt around the pilgrimage if you know what I mean. It’s half of the reason we broke it off,” she switches to a mumble, “the other half was me.” Your eyes widen.

“Oh…”

“Besides she’s using you to get back at me.” Agatha says too nonchalantly. Your eyes widen even more.

“What?” Your tone is angry. You kick yourself for getting too hopeful. Of course, they love each other still. How could you not realize. You’re just a stupid pawn. Again! “Oh…” you say dejected. Agatha was expecting to enjoy watching your relationship with Rio burn, but her stomach develops a pit.

“Well, hey now… I mean she was, b-but-“ Agatha would rather die than admit to you that it could be real.

“Let’s just go, we have a big day tomorrow. Just try not to fight each other too much.” It’s safe to say Agatha was in deeper shit now.

***

The journey continues and both Rio and Agatha have noticed you avoiding them the best you could.

“What did you tell her,” Rio grits and Agatha sighs.

She responds with, “the truth,” reluctantly. “That you were talking to her to get back at me.”

“Well did you tell her just that or the whole truth. Did you tell her of our feelings cause right now she’s all emo like the teenager,” Rio objects, her hands grabbing Agatha’s shoulders.

“I may have omitted that part yes,” she says unashamed (she was very shamed).

“Oh my god you don’t change do you! You always were so cryptic. It’s one of the reasons I love you but-“

“Love present tense?” Agatha interrupts. She’s internally freaking out a bit but she plays it off with a smirk and a teasing tone. “Oh that’s so sweet hun. Couldn’t get enough, could you.” Rio groans and rolls her eyes.

“Oh baby- one can hate and love,” Rio smirks.

Agatha’s about to give another witty reply when a scream breaks out in the distance. They know it’s you. They break into a run… well Agatha does. Rio teleports.

You’re on your elbows trying to get away from some sort of invisible force they can’t see. What they can see is an ugly gash on your arm.

Rio immediately calls upon some vines and they thrash around. Blindly hitting something

Agatha grabs a big stick and tosses it at the creature. She holds her breath, internally freaking out. She feels so helpless, the full effects of her being without magic getting to her. Thankfully the creature lets out a yelp.

You back up more, the invisible beast swipes at you again. Alice sends a protective shield over you, giving you enough time to get away. Right as the beast is (presumably) stunned, Rio stabs a sharp root right through it.

Everything stills. Agatha kicks it carefully and there isn’t a reaction.

Now that the coast is clear both Agatha and Rio focus back on you. Lilia is holding you. The gash doesn’t look too deep but you don’t look good. You feel the cold of the road run deep through your bones.

“Oh shit,” Agatha murmurs, kneeling down.

“Jen, tell me you can find something to help her. There’s mushrooms and roots up the wazoo!” Rio stresses, her arms flailing. Jen’s eyes search the ground for any herbs or mushrooms. As if the road felt like it’s done enough, Jen spots a cure.

“Agatha, Rio, I need two rocks, preferably one pretty big and one small without dirt on it,” she says, frantically de rooting the herbs. Rio looks around and spots a rock. She frantically tosses it to Agatha who barely catches it.

“Did you just throw a rock at me!” Agatha yells. She brings the rock to Jenn. Lilia had already given her the small one.

Rio runs her fingers through her hair. “Relax bitch, you just need to work on your hand-eye coordination!” She sneers. The volume makes you wince.

“Guys- if I die please don’t let your loud-ass bickering be the last thing I hear,” you speak weakly. Jen grinds the roots and herb into a paste, using the dew of a leaf to bind it. Agatha and Rio shut up, both a little embarrassed.

“I mean seriously you both still love each other.,” you add, hissing. Jen is applying the paste to the gash. It’s chilly, but healing. It’s magic of course so the healing process quickens. Jen smiles at her work. Both let out huffs and give one another a begrudgingly hopeful look.

“No,” Rio speaks, “We just both have our eye on the same thing.” You scoff, able to sit up.

You argue, “Are you kidding, I see the way you sneak glances at one another when the other doesn’t know they’re looking. The same thing is each other.” They mull over your response but Agatha sighs and looks down.

“Perhaps that is true…” she starts, “But Rio is right too, we both want you.” Your eyes widen.

“No, you’re using me. I just want you two to get along.” You rebut. You feel as if it would be too good to be true, but you did see that you were being used. You stand and wince. “The witches road is dangerous, it’s best to get these feelings out now when we may never be able to later.”

Rio crosses her arms defensively. “No, we really do like you, each other is debatable but you my dear are the poisoned apple of our eye.” You actually give a giggle.

“I’m flattered I suppose… but Rio, that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve said to me in the time I’ve known you.” Your laugh makes Rio want to escape, but she can’t resist the fact that it completed her in a sense.

“It was,” Agatha adds, “and yes you’re part of this.” She gives you a pointed look. You smile.

“So you both mean it? No witches tricks?” You double check. if you’re about to achieve your life long dream you better make sure you’re not getting punked.

“Yes,” they sigh, exasperated and in unison. You embrace them both, putting them eye to eye between your arms.

“Well thankfully I’m still here…” you turn to Jen, “thanks to you Jen. Glad I was able to grow those herbs in time.” There’s a certain pride in your voice.

“That was you?” Agatha says surprised. You nod.

“What can I say I’m an earth witch.” You curtesy goofily.

“All I can say is that I’m glad they’ll stop the bickering now,” Lilia adds. “You lovebirds have fun with all that messed up shit.”

“You mean Agatha?” Rio chuckles.

Agatha’s eyes widen, “Why you-“

“LADIES!” you but in. “Stop that. You like each other, remember that before I force you to hold hands the rest of the way.”

“Fine” they both huff. You smile. They’re a handful, but they’re now your handful.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Dream a Little Dream

Dark Witch!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Word count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Somnophila, dubcon, cnc, possesiveness, magic used like a drug

Authors notes: Mmmmmm somno

Agatha stepped through the door of the dimly lit house, her coat trailing behind her like a shadow, the soft sound of her boots against the floor the only noise breaking the stillness. The air was heavy with the scent of burning candles, herbs, and faint remnants of her last spell, lingering from her earlier work. It had been a long night of ritual casting, ancient incantations still tingling at her fingertips, but none of it compared to the pull she felt when she thought of you.

Her sharp eyes scanned the room, looking for you. The usual stirrings of life and warmth you brought to the home were missing. It only took her a moment to notice the faint glow of candlelight spilling out from the slightly ajar door of the bedroom. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She could feel you before she even opened the door—a soft, sweet energy that always welcomed her, even in your dreams.

Quietly, Agatha pushed the door open, her smile deepening when she found you curled up in bed, already fast asleep. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. You had fallen asleep without her, completely oblivious to the darkness she carried with her from her rituals.

"Couldn't wait for me, could you, darling?" she whispered, more to herself than to you, her voice laced with affection and a hint of possessiveness.

She leaned against the doorframe for a moment, just watching you. Her fingers itched with the desire to reach out, to touch you, but she held back—for now. 

There was something about seeing you like this, so unguarded, so trusting in her presence. It stirred something deep within her, a dark satisfaction knowing that you were hers, even when you were unaware.

With a flick of her wrist, the lights in the room dimmed further, the shadows deepening around the bed. She slowly unfastened her coat, letting it drap over the chair in the corner, her footsteps almost soundless as she approached. Her eyes never left you, drinking in every inch of your resting form, how your body moved ever so slightly beneath the covers, your lips slightly parted in sleep.

"Such a good little thing," she purred softly, her fingers grazing the bedpost as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her magic rippled through the air, wrapping around you like a second skin, keeping you tethered in your dreamscape, ensuring that you wouldn’t wake just yet.

Agatha leaned down, her lips hovering over your temple as she whispered, “Did you miss me, darling? I know you did.”

Her touch lingered there for a moment, just enough to make her presence known even in your dreams. She could feel the pull, the way your body unconsciously reacted to her proximity, even in sleep. It made her heart race, her desire for you stirring beneath the surface, dark and all-consuming.

Agatha lingered by your side, the edges of her dark power curling around the room like smoke, thickening the air with something almost tangible. She brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her fingers featherlight as they ghosted along your skin. You stirred faintly, shifting in your sleep, but her magic kept you locked in your dream world. A soft, pleased smile spread across her lips as she felt you relax again beneath her touch.

“Always so sweet for me, even in sleep,” she murmured, her voice velvet-smooth and dripping with affection. Her hand moved to your shoulder, tracing a lazy path down the length of your arm, as if savoring every inch of you. She paused when her fingers reached the hem of the blanket, her eyes flickering with a darker intent.

Gently, carefully, Agatha peeled the blanket back, revealing your body to the cool air of the room. Her breath caught as she took in the sight of you, still peaceful, still vulnerable, your chest rising and falling in time with your steady breaths. She could feel her desire for you deepening with every second that passed.

Her fingers danced along the edge of your sleepwear, tracing the fabric where it clung to your body. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against the soft skin of your neck, her breath warm as she whispered against you. "Do you know how much I crave you, even when you're like this? Especially when you're like this? You're mine—always mine."

She could feel the magic within her thrumming with anticipation, pulsing with the temptation to lose herself in you completely. But for now, she kept herself tethered, her control a thin thread that could snap at any moment. There was something so intoxicating about having you like this, in this state, where she could take her time—where every touch, every whisper was hers to control.

Slowly, her hand slid beneath the fabric of your nightclothes, her fingers gliding over your skin, warm and soft beneath her touch. You shifted again, a quiet sound escaping your lips as your body instinctively reacted to her, even in sleep. Agatha's smile widened, her heart pounding with dark satisfaction.

“Don’t worry, darling,” she purred, her lips brushing against your ear. “I’ll take care of you… even when you can’t ask for it.”

Her other hand followed, tracing over your body in slow, deliberate strokes, her touch growing more possessive with every passing moment. She watched the way your breathing hitched, your body reacting to her without thought, without reason, and it made her pulse quicken with a heady rush of power. You were so completely at her mercy, and the thrill of that realization sent a shiver down her spine.

She lowered herself beside you, her body pressing gently against yours as she settled into the bed, her lips grazing your collarbone now, leaving a trail of warm, fleeting kisses. “So perfect,” she whispered, her voice dark and honeyed. "So mine."

Agatha’s hand slipped further, her fingers ghosting over your abdomen, drawing soft, lazy circles as she continued to explore your skin. The tension in the room thickened as her touch grew bolder, more possessive. Every time you stirred in your sleep, she felt the rush of control tighten around her, and it made her desire burn hotter, deeper.

“You have no idea what you do to me, even like this,” she murmured, her lips pressing softly against your shoulder, her fingers teasing at the edge of your sleepwear.

Her magic pulsed again, wrapping itself around you, keeping you in your slumber, ensuring you were hers—body, mind, and soul. Agatha’s hunger for you deepened, the dark witch relishing every moment of your vulnerability, every breath you took in her presence. And she wasn’t done yet.

Not even close.

Agatha’s fingers slipped lower, tracing the curve of your waist as her lips pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, savoring the taste of your skin. You shifted again beneath her, the soft sound of your breath catching in your throat making her smirk in delight. The magic she’d woven around you pulsed softly, binding you to sleep, keeping you in that perfect, blissful unawareness as she toyed with your body.

Her lips hovered just above your ear as she whispered, her voice a low, sultry murmur. “You’re so beautiful like this, darling. Completely helpless… completely mine.”

Her hands wandered slowly, deliberately, taking their time to explore the dips and curves of your body, reveling in the way your muscles twitched beneath her touch. She loved knowing that even in your slumber, your body responded to her, as if it instinctively knew who it belonged to.

Agatha’s eyes darkened with hunger as her hand ghosted over your stomach, teasing the edge of your underwear, her thumb brushing lightly against the fabric. She could feel the heat radiating from you, and it only made her desire burn hotter. She leaned down, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she whispered, “I wonder… if you’ll wake up when I touch you here…”

Her hand dipped lower, sliding beneath the thin fabric. The second her fingers made contact with your clit, a soft gasp escaped your lips, and Agatha couldn’t help the wicked smile that spread across her face. She moved slowly, her touch gentle but firm, teasing you in slow, deliberate strokes, her magic keeping you right on the edge of consciousness.

“Do you like that?” she murmured, her voice dripping with possessiveness. “Even in your dreams, you’re aching for me, aren’t you?”

Your body responded to her touch, your hips shifting slightly, a quiet moan slipping from your lips. Agatha’s breath hitched, her eyes dark with desire as she watched you writhe beneath her. Every sound you made, every movement you gave her, only fueled the fire inside her. She wanted to devour you, to claim every part of you, body and soul.

But she wasn’t in any rush. Not tonight.

Agatha’s lips pressed against your throat, her teeth grazing your skin as she quickened the pace of her hand, her touch growing more insistent. She could feel the way your body tensed beneath her, the quiet whimpers that escaped your lips only making her pulse race faster. “That’s it, darling,” she purred, her voice low and commanding. “Just let go for me…”

Her fingers worked you expertly, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from you, watching with wicked delight as your body arched beneath her, your breath coming in soft, shallow gasps. You were so close—she could feel it, the way your muscles tensed, your thighs pressing together as you teetered on the edge.

But Agatha wasn’t done with you yet.

Just as you were about to tip over, she pulled her hand away, leaving you gasping, desperate for more. She grinned down at you, her eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as she watched your body tremble, your chest heaving as you hovered on the brink of release. “Not yet, darling,” she whispered, her voice dripping with control. “I decide when you get to fall.”

She leaned down, her lips capturing yours in a soft, lingering kiss, her fingers brushing gently over your cheek. “You’ll get what you need… when I’m ready to give it to you.”

Agatha shifted beside you, her body pressing against yours as she slid her hand back down, her touch even slower now, more teasing, as if savoring every moment of your desperation. She loved the way your body reacted to her, the way your hips unconsciously sought more of her touch, more of the pleasure she was so expertly denying you.

“You belong to me,” she whispered, her voice low and commanding, her magic wrapping tighter around you, binding you to her will. “And I’ll take care of you… when I’m ready.”

Her hand resumed its slow, torturous rhythm, teasing you right back to the edge, keeping you on the brink, your body aching for release. She could feel the tension building again, your muscles quivering beneath her touch, and it only made her want you more.

With a wicked grin, she leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “Now… let go for me.”

Her fingers moved faster, pressing harder, and within moments, your body arched beneath her, a soft cry escaping your lips as pleasure crashed over you, waves of ecstasy pulsing through every inch of you. Agatha watched with dark satisfaction as you came undone beneath her, completely at her mercy, completely hers.

As you lay there, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, Agatha leaned down, her lips pressing softly against your forehead. “Good girl,” she whispered, her voice soft but commanding. “Now rest… you’ve pleased me tonight.”

With one last lingering touch, Agatha pulled away, settling beside you, her fingers running gently through your hair as you slipped back into a deeper, dreamless sleep, completely unaware of how thoroughly she had claimed you.

And as she lay there, her magic still wrapped around you like a protective shroud, Agatha smiled, her heart racing with dark satisfaction.

You were hers—always.

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Stars

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Notes: Requested, fluff, violence, soulmate au, enemies to lovers, a lil angst but not a tremendous amount

Summary: You're in the middle of a fight when Agatha notices your soulmate mark. She goes mia after that, leading you to track her down because... you miss her

An: Took awhile but I got it done. I have 1 or 2 more request before I get to the ones asking for more Help With The Curiculum & Instant Attraction but some more of both of those soon stay tuned.

Masterlist

Agatha was not a woman who often cared what fate had to say. She was not preoccupied with societies fascination surrounding soulmates. At least that’s what she would tell herself. She was busy doing whatever she wanted. Perhaps sometimes that meant tracing over the small star pattern on her wrist, thinking if she was really meant to be with someone.

“Would you at least pretend to be interested in the fight, Agatha?”

She found herself laid out on the ground as you stood across the trees from her. A scowl rests on her features as she shoots her magic at you.

“Could you just die already?”

You smirk at her, “You’d miss me too much if I did.”

“Do not flatter yourself.”

Agatha would never admit how much she enjoyed the banter between the two of you. There were sparks whenever you stood opposite of each other. Violent embers of her purple magic swept up in your elemental powers. It was more a challenge fighting you than other of her own kind. She couldn’t just drain your magic because your power was something entirely different.

You deflect her magic, redirecting it with the air. As you approach her, she keeps firing it at you. You’re used to her aggressive style of attack, so it does not stop your approach. Soon you’re nearly standing over her. She aims for your leg, leaving you no choice but to shoot up in the air. She takes that moment to stand.

It happens quicker than you expect and soon you’re being yanked down onto the floor. Agatha’s feet at your laugh, her dark cackle filling the air, you squirm in pain as you hit the forest ground.

Agatha squats down, so that you’re face to face. She’s a moment away from saying something snarky, but the words quickly die on her lips. She feels a pit in her stomach as her eyes lock on something behind your ear.

She’s quick to turn your head to the side, further pushing it into the ground. She moves your hair out of the way to make sure she is seeing things correctly.

“Get off of me,” it’s muffled of course.

Even if it wasn’t Agatha would’ve paid no mind to focus on the tiny stars littered behind your ears.

“Why get a tattoo here, where no one can see it doll?”

You try to break from her hold, but with her holding you down by your face, it was easier said than done. You huff in annoyance, “I don’t have tattoos. Now are we going to stay like this or are you going to let me kick your ass some more?”

For once in her life, Agatha is completely speechless. Instead of confronting what she has seen, she finds herself feeling nervous. Her enemy just had to be her soulmate as well. Did life ever get tired of testing the woman’s patience?

Agatha doesn’t say anything more, opting to just vanish. You were not used to abrupt ends to your encounters with Agatha, especially those of the silent variety. Agatha never left without getting the last word or knocking you unconscious.

As you got off of the ground, you looked around. Part of you wondering if this was some kind of trick. You called out her name to no response. Your hand traces over where her hand was pressing into your face. You felt hot under her touch, her gaze felt like it was setting you on fire.

Your hands move from your jaw to the spot at the back of your ear. You knew there were stars, but you had always had them. They had been there this entire time. So why had the witch taken a sudden interest? You didn’t understand, but you didn’t care enough to discover the reasoning. Plenty of people had some sort of weird unexplainable symbol on them, you just assumed it was a normal thing.

Agatha decided that day not to go near you. She didn’t want to deal with whatever this was supposed to mean. It was easy to ignore the stupid soulmate stereotypes before she knew who her soulmate was.

After seeing those stars all she could think about was you. It was painfully irritating for Agatha. She knew just enough about you to drive her crazy, but not enough to be satisfied. She knew what your hands felt like on her skin, she knew what kind of moans and groans slipped through your lips, she knew about the softness behind your eyes. The most important thing she knew was that you were too good for her. Maybe you weren’t an outright hero, but she was aware that your moral compass was on tighter than her’s would ever be.

You had an entire life ahead of you. A life that should afford you a family, a lover you age, kids, and someone that was less chaotic than she was. Agatha never thought she would be in love again, just because she knew her soulmate didn’t mean she would stop thinking that.

For you on the other hand life without Agatha was feeling a little too mundane. The woman wasn’t the only person you fought with, but you were finding out that she was the most exciting. Everyone else was too dull in comparison. No playful banter or skill bouts, just people equivalent to busywork. It was weird coming to terms with missing the woman.

Your mind was full of images of your previous encounters. No one had the heir that Agatha carried herself with. Everything with her felt electric. At first you chalked it up her power, but something about her was addictive. It was more apparent than ever since you’ve gone this long without seeing her.

“Alright, what's going on, you aren't even paying attention?”

You were spending the day off with your friend Kate. She was a little more on the good side than you were, but you grew attached due to the fact that you were constantly running into each other.

You stare at the archer, shrugging, “Haven’t seen Agatha in a while everything’s boring without her.”

“Awe you miss your villain, that’s cute,” Kate says sarcastically.

“I just have this feeling that she’s avoiding me.”

Kate sighs, “Fine we’ll play this game, I guess. Why would she be hiding from you, when she’s the bad guy?”

You pout, “I don’t know, last time she was being kind of weird about my stars.”

Kate’s eyes go wide, “Your soulmate mark.”

“My what now?”

“Your soulmate mark, Y/n. Does Agatha have the same marking?”

“I don’t-”

“Think harder,” Kate pushes.

You start to walk through your encounters with Agatha, trying to get a glimpse of her exposed skin in your mind. You can picture yourself on top of her, pinning her down at the wrist. There’s a moment where you can see the small stars on her wrist, and it has you reeling.

“I uh I think so, on her wrist,” you say slowly piercing together what Kate is saying.

“Oh fuck, she’s your soulmate,” Kate starts to freak out.

“That’s no- it can't be real. That’s not a real thing,” you speak.

Kate lifts her shirt, and you see a little flower on her ribs, “This is my mark, Yelena has the same one on her finger. It's like fate or whatever. Y/n it’s a big deal. Agatha is your soulmate.”

You shake your head, “No, no. Agatha and I are destined to be enemies, that’s it.”

Kate rolls her eyes, “Oh I miss Agatha, everyone else is boring. Her hair’s so cool, her skin’s soft, blah blah blah.”

Your face heats up, “Hey I don’t sound like that.”

“But you do and now it’s finally making sense. She probably saw it and now she’s avoiding you.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Yes dummy. Honestly, I don’t even know what you’re still doing here. You need to go find her.”

“For what?”

Kate looks at you as if you are an idiot, “To be together, duh.”

“She’s a bad guy Kate,” you try to reason.

“Ok, but you’re not exactly a hero yourself and plus we both know that you like the villains anyway.”

“But what if-”

Kate begins to push you out of the door, “Less, what if and more, telling me about it after you find her.”

“I don’t even know where to look,” you protest lamely.

“You’re literally a master tracker,” Kate deadpans.

That’s how you end up at a normal-looking house in the suburbs. You know Agatha’s inside; you could feel her. It’s something you couldn't explain before, but now you suppose it’s because of this whole soulmate thing.

You walk up to the front door, feeling yourself become uncharacteristically nervous. That cockiness that you usually had was nowhere to be found.

“Just ring the doorbell, Y/n,” you whisper to yourself.

You do as you tell yourself. You stand awkwardly with your hands in your pocket. When the door opens, Agatha is surprised to see you.

She hides it with a quip, “Since when do you do house calls?”

You struggle to find your own words. Your eyes dart down to her wrist, hidden by her long-sleeved shirt. She feels your gaze and her face heats up.

“Can I- can I come in?”

She steps aside and lets you into her home. You follow her into the living room. She takes a seat on a chair, and you sit on the couch across from her.

The silence is new. Your normal encounters are filled with bickering, charged energy, and fighting. There’s never been a quiet moment between the two of you.

“Are we going to just sit here are we going to talk?”

Your voice is unsure as you speak, “We can talk.”

“Well, you came to find me, Y/n,” she speaks defensively.

Your eyes snap to her’s, “Because you started hiding from me.”

“I- I wasn’t hiding, you aren't my only enemy,” Agatha rebuts.

“You aren’t mine either,” you repeat the sentiment.

Agatha sighs, “Why’d you come here?”

You look away, “I think you know why.”

“Who told you?”

“A friend, why didn't you tell me?”

Agatha feels herself getting frustrated, “When exactly was I supposed to do it? Before or after I knocked you on your ass.”

“I’m sorry,” you say quietly.

“No, fuck I’m sorry. I just- this isn’t something I’ve ever taken seriously, but it feels serious now. Especially knowing that it’s you, I don’t really know what to do here doll,” she was honest with you.

“Would you consider it?” You look anywhere but her eyes.

Agatha gets up from her spot on the chair to move next to you on the couch. She leaves space between you. She focuses in on her wrist, avoiding eye contact just as you had.

“Y/n, you’re young and at the end of the day, a good-hearted girl. I’m neither of those things. I don't want you to think because of these starts we have to be together.”

“Classic Agatha, you didn't answer my question,” you chuckle softly.

“Would you consider it?” She repeats your own question.

You scoot a little closer to her, “I’m here, aren’t I?”

“You didn’t have-”

“I wanted to, I-I’ve missed you,” your hand is cautious as it reaches for her’s. She lets you grab it; your thumb slides down to her wrist, rubbing against the stars. You let yourself ramble, “I’ve been chasing other criminals and doing city patrols and it’s all so boring compared to you. You just have this… this energy around you. It’s always tugged at me, pulling me into deep water. I’ve always thought I’d drown in it.”

“You could,” she says watching your hands mingle.

“The thing is I don’t think I can. I control the elements.”

She finally looks at you, “Whatever metaphor you’re going for I don’t get it.”

You meet her gaze, “I’m not scared of doing this with you, Agatha. I want to try."

“You didn’t even know what this meant a few weeks ago,” she points out.

“I didn’t, but as soon as I found out, I came straight here.”

“Y/n I don’t know,” she tries to pull her hand away, but you don’t let her.

“Kiss me,” you say, finding your confidence.

“What?”

You lightly turn her head towards yours, “It’s what soulmates are supposed to do; keep up witch killer.”

For a moment you don’t think she’ll do it, but suddenly her hand leaves yours and she’s pulling you in by the face. Her lips smash against yours and you feel like you just got electrocuted.

She’s warmer than you expected. Her lips are softer than you thought. You find yourself yearning for more.

You’re no longer next to her, but on top of her as you continue to kiss. Getting lost in the moment was almost a given. Agatha breaks the kiss when a moan slips from her lips.

Her forehead rests against yours. Your chest heaves up and down, but your eyes stay closed.

“I’ve never felt anything like that in my life,” Agatha whispers.

You open your eyes to find her already looking at you, there’s something in her eyes that you haven't seen before.

Your thumb gently tugs on her bottom lip, “Try this with me Agatha.”

You think she’s going to deny you, instead she takes your hand in her’s kissing against your knuckles.

“Ok.”

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i have been holding space for the Agatha finale (i’m in queer media) and am pleased to report that my feelings about it have shifted quite significantly. follow me, my friends, to a more or less coherent, very long text post at the end

primary thing: this show is very much about motherhood. idk why that didn’t totally register for me in the first half given how often they mentioned Nicky, but realizing this changed my analysis a ton. Billy doesn’t just remind Agatha of Nicky — Agatha loves Billy like a son. (i know “like a son” is an oversimplification, but I’m sticking with it for this post.)

with that, my thoughts on Agatha’s arc almost completely flipped. when Rio shows up in E8 and says she has to take Billy, Agatha is revisiting her deepest wound all over again. her reaction is harsh, but it’s not some long-simmering revenge plan or a calculated effort to hurt Rio. Agatha is literally just reacting to the fact that, after all of the almost-reconciliation, the love of her life is taking her son again. i think she was trying to get Rio to fight for her or to say the trade was too high a price and bend the rules. Agatha was trying to get Death to act only as her lover, and looks devastated when Rio actually walks away instead.

and so, when Agatha goes to the morgue trial and says that “sometimes, boys die,” she’s continuing that realization that Rio isn’t personally chasing her down and causing her grief. sometimes, death just… happens. and “out of Death, life” is largely about Agatha realizing that Rio did bend the rules for Nicky, but also doubles down on the Nicky and Billy parallels. both of Agatha’s sons were literally borne of Death and living on stolen time. loss is inevitable.

i think Agatha genuinely believed that Rio could have kept Nicky alive and chose not to. we know that Agatha blamed herself for Nicky dying (“the truth is too awful”). so Agatha, who was taught by her own mother that nobody would ever actually love her for who she is, probably thought that the love of her life just… didn’t love her as much as she thought she did. going back to E1, i think “you don’t have a heart” is equal parts about Nicky as it is about Agatha herself. her main takeaway is that everyone will betray her, even when they claim to love her, and so she hides behind power and a god awful reputation so that she can keep everyone at arm’s length and never get hurt again.

ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY: when Billy is about to die, Agatha almost retreats back into the version of herself she became after Nicky died, but she doesn’t. she turns around and faces the pain head-on.

and I want to take a second to appreciate how immensely hard that would be. Agatha spent centuries killing people so she could be powerful enough to stay numb. Agatha spent all of that time pushing away the love of her life, who still loves her, who still sees her fully, and who Agatha is clearly still desperate to return to. Agatha realizes, probably to absurd amounts of despair, that she was wrong about all of it. and she still turns around.

it’s not about Agatha randomly sacrificing herself for a last minute villain kind-of-redemption. it’s about Agatha breaking the cycle she’s trapped herself in for an unfathomably long time, admitting that she knows Rio couldn’t change the outcome, and acknowledging that, yeah, she actually does love this kid.

and honestly?? i don’t think Agatha becoming a ghost counts as killing her. she’s literally still around, doing stuff, picking up brooches (👀 Rio wya), and getting a second chance at… not motherhood, exactly, but caring for a child. (and a queer child! and the idea of Agatha, who has been queer since the *1600s*, getting to tell this gay kid over and over again that there’s nothing innately wrong with him makes me actually sob.)

HOWEVER! i maintain some criticisms. i think Jen deserved to have an actual fight with the doctor who bound her. (the oops! it was Agatha All Along twist was… complicated. i have mixed feelings. essay for another day, but i wanted Jen to have rage time that everyone was just cheering for.)

i needed Death lore. how is she physically with Agatha so often if, as Agatha states, 120 people die every minute? is she Death the cosmic entity, or are green witches sort of responsible for decay on earth?

some of the plot elements were severely under-developed, and frustratingly, the vast majority of the underdeveloped plotlines had to do with Agatha/Rio’s romantic relationship, Agatha’s mother, and Agatha’s reasons for killing people. (the fact that they said she’s a siphon in interviews and not once on the show will never stop baffling me lmao.) i find it very frustrating that a LARGE chunk of the underdeveloped stuff relates back to Agatha’s queerness in some way.

however… i am willing to be generous about some of that, because i find it difficult to believe that this *extremely queer* creative team actually just disregarded major queer plot elements. i am far more inclined to believe that they were operating under a hostile corporation and pushing as far as they could, and in that case, they did a fucking phenomenal job.

i genuinely think that the way they landed the show opens the door for them to… dare I say it? … give Agatha/Rio a happy ending?? ghost Agatha literally need only show up to Rio’s house or cave or dimension or whatever and be like “heyyyyy, yeah that kiss was forgiveness and also i’m solid enough to use my hands now” and it would be believable. the fact that it would take them only 15 seconds to give us two fucked up lesbians having their version of happily ever after is actually pretty cool

anyway, this is an abridged summary of how my feelings abt the Agatha All Along finale went from like a 4/10 rating to an 8/10.

[lotsofmilfs]

Shades of Cool Part 2

Pairing : Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary : After sharing your magic with Agatha, the bond is stronger, so you start to tease her through it.

Word Count : 6.8kish

Notes : Part 3 soon! (NSFW 😏) i’m sorry if this ended up being repetitive, i’ve edited this for days in a row and keep changing things lmfao.

Part 1

The warmth of her touch lingers as Agatha steps back, her hand still loosely holding yours. The bond between you hums steadily now, like the soft rhythm of a heartbeat. Her magic flickers through the connection—not as strong as it once was centuries ago, but it’s alive, pulsing faintly like a spark waiting to ignite.

You’re exhausted, your body feeling lighter, almost hollow, but there’s no regret in the act. If anything, there’s a strange comfort in knowing she feels more whole now, even if it came at your expense.

Agatha seems to sense it, her sharp gaze softening. “You look like you’re about to collapse,” she says, her voice still laced with that familiar sardonic edge, but there’s an undercurrent of concern that wasn’t quite there before.

“I’m fine,” you say, though your knees threaten to betray you.

“Liar,” she mutters, her free hand reaching out instinctively to steady you. Her fingers brush your arm, firm but careful, and the bond thrums faintly in response. “You’re always so reckless, always giving and never thinking about the cost. You—” She stops herself, her expression twisting into something conflicted.

“Spit it out, Agatha,” you say tiredly, though there’s no real bite in your tone.

Her lips press into a thin line. For a moment, you think she won’t say anything, but then she exhales, her hand lingering on your arm. “You didn’t have to do that,” she says softly. “You didn’t have to… give up part of yourself for me.”

You meet her gaze, your exhaustion tempered by the raw vulnerability in her voice. “You think I’d just stand by and let you suffer like that? Agatha, we’re bonded. I feel what you feel. I couldn’t ignore it even if I wanted to.”

Her jaw tightens, and she looks away. “You’ve always been like this,” she mutters. “Too selfless for your own good. It’s so fucking infuriating.”

You laugh faintly, the sound dry but genuine. “And you’ve always been too stubborn to admit when you need help. So I guess we balance each other out.”

She doesn’t respond right away, her fingers still lightly gripping your arm. But there’s a warmth in your chest, and you can feel the gratitude she’s trying so hard not to voice.

“Come on,” she says after a beat, her tone lighter now. “Let’s get out of this wretched place before you decide to martyr yourself any further.”

She moves to step away, but you catch her hand before she can let go. Her eyes widen slightly at the gesture, and you can feel her surprise ripple faintly through the bond.

“Agatha,” you say, your voice steady despite your exhaustion. “Don’t let this go to waste.”

Her expression falters, her carefully crafted walls cracking just enough for you to see the emotion beneath. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she squeezes your hand in return.

“Okay I- I���ll try.” she says quietly, her voice carrying a weight that feels like a promise.

You nod, satisfied, and let her lead you forward. The mist around you begins to thin, the glowing blue light of the witches’ road shifting to a soft, golden hue. It feels like a small victory, like the road itself is acknowledging the fragile progress you’ve made.

As you walk, Agatha’s hand brushes against yours every now and then—not quite holding, but not quite letting go either.

The quiet between you feels different—less strained, more… charged. You try to ignore it, chalking it up to the magic you just shared, but the truth lingers at the edges of your thoughts. The bond isn’t just a connection of power; it’s always been more than that.

And now that it’s whole again, it’s impossible to ignore.

“Do you feel that?” you ask suddenly, breaking the silence.

Agatha stops, her brow furrowing as she glances at you. “Feel what?”

“The bond,” you say, gesturing vaguely. “It’s… different now. More than it was before.”

Her lips press into a thin line, her gaze flickering away as if she’s considering how much to say. “Of course it’s different,” she replies, her voice carefully measured. “You gave me your magic. That kind of exchange would strengthen any connection.”

You narrow your eyes at her, sensing there’s more she’s not saying. The bond pulses faintly, carrying her unease like a ripple in a still pond.

“It’s not just the magic,” you press, stepping closer. “There’s something else. Something I didn’t feel before.”

Agatha exhales sharply, her jaw tightening. “You’re imagining things,” she mutters, though the flicker of guilt in her eyes betrays her.

“I’m not,” you insist, your voice firmer now. “Agatha, what aren’t you telling me?”

She hesitates, her fingers twitching at her sides. For a moment, you think she might deflect again, but then the bond hums with something deeper—an emotion that feels startlingly raw. It makes your eyes water slightly as it fills your chest.

“You’re not the only one who feels it,” she admits finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “The bond… Us… it’s always been more than just magic. But I buried it. I had to.”

You blink, the weight of her words settling heavily in your chest. “What do you mean?”

She looks at you then, her expression guarded but vulnerable in a way you’ve rarely seen. “When we first started to forge the bond, I felt it, those nights in the forest,” she says, her voice steadier now. “Something more than connection, more than power. But I couldn’t handle it—not then. I was too afraid of what it meant. So I ignored it. Tried to bury it deep enough that even you wouldn’t feel it.”

Her confession leaves you breathless, the bond between you flaring further as her emotions ripple through it. You remember those early days—the intensity of your connection, the way being near her felt like standing too close to a fire.

You’d thought it was just the magic, the strength of the starting bond itself. But now…

“Agatha,” you say softly, your voice tinged with disbelief. “Are you saying… you felt this back then? Even before…”

“Yes,” she says, her tone clipped but honest. “And I thought you did too. But you never said anything, so I assumed it was one-sided. That’s… Another reason why I left.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, memories flooding back with startling clarity. The trial, the first night after she left, the ache of her absence that felt more than just betrayal. It wasn’t just the severed bond that hurt—it was losing her.

“I didn’t know what I was feeling back then,” you admit, your voice trembling. “I thought it was just… the magic. I didn’t realize…”

Your words trail off as you look at her, the weight of the moment settling between you. The bond pulses again, and this time, it’s impossible to deny the warmth that spreads through you.

Agatha steps closer, her gaze searching yours. “And now?” she asks, her voice quieter, almost hesitant.

You swallow hard, the air between you charged with something fragile but undeniable. “Now… I think I Do.”

Her breath catches, the bond roaring underneath your skin, as the truth settles between you. Slowly, tentatively, she reaches out, her fingers brushing against your wrist. The touch is light, hesitant, but it sends a jolt through you that makes your heart race.

The world around you feels distant, the golden mist fading into the background as your focus narrows to her—the way her eyes soften, the faint tremble in her hand as it lingers near yours.

“Don’t run again,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. “If this is what we are—what we’ve always been—don’t run from it anymore.”

Her lips part, her expression flickering between fear and something softer. Slowly, she nods, her fingers curling around your wrist with a steadiness that surprises you both.

The stillness between you is filled with the quiet hum of the bond, stronger now, resonating like a steady undercurrent. Agatha’s thumb is brushing lightly against your skin—a small, unspoken gesture that sends heat pooling in your abdomen.

She’s not running this time. That realisation alone makes your throat tighten.

Neither of you moves to break the fragile moment, but the bond speaks louder than words. You feel her unease, the raw edges of her vulnerability, but also the faint flicker of something else: hope. It’s tentative and cautious, like a flame coaxed to life after years of darkness.

“I never wanted to hurt you, you know” she says finally, her voice low, almost trembling. Like she couldn’t keep it in anymore. “Leaving… it wasn’t because I didn’t care. It was because I cared too much. After… Listen like i said, you never said anything about any extra feelings and sometimes i just felt like I would die if i didn’t-” she cuts herself off and sighs deeply.

You blink, her words settling heavily in your chest. “You thought running away would help?”

Her lips twitch into a humourless smile. “I thought it would be easier to sever the bond and save us both the trouble, I was so scared, to feel more, to be more, to have everything with you. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“You think?” you say, though there’s no heat behind it. If anything, your voice is softer now, touched with the faintest trace of affection.

Agatha huffs a quiet laugh, her fingers sliding down to tangle with yours. “You don’t have to be smug about it.”

You bite back a smile, studying her carefully. In the glow of the road, her features are softer, less guarded. Her usual sharp edges—the sardonic quips, the biting humour—are still there, but muted, stripped down to something real.

“Why didn’t you come back sooner?” you ask, the question hanging heavy in the air.

Her gaze drops to where your hands are still joined. For a long moment, she doesn’t answer. When she does, her voice is quieter, almost a whisper.

“I thought you hated me,” she admits. “And I didn’t blame you. After what I did—after what I didn’t do—I thought it was better for you if I stayed away. I killed other witches for sport for years, I figured you’d move on, find someone stronger, someone who deserved…” She trails off, shaking her head.

“Deserved what?” you press gently, stepping closer.

She looks up, her eyes searching yours. “You,” she says simply.

The word hangs between you, heavy with meaning. You feel the bond flare again, emotions rushing through it too fast to parse: guilt, longing, regret, and something warmer, deeper, that makes your heart skip a beat.

For a moment, you’re at a loss for words. You’d spent centuries convincing yourself you didn’t need her, that the ache she left behind was just a relic of the bond. But now, standing here with her, the bond humming strong and full, you realised how wrong you were.

“You idiot,” you say softly, though your voice lacks any real venom. “You’ve always deserved me. I just didn’t realise what that meant until now.”

Agatha’s breath hitches, her hand tightening around yours. Her gaze flickers to your face, searching, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. But you don’t pull away.

Instead, you lift your free hand and let it brush against her cheek, the touch light and hesitant. She freezes, her eyes wide, but she doesn’t pull back.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you murmur, the words soft but firm. “Not this time. And I’m not letting you go either.”

Her lips part as if to respond, but no words come. Instead, she leans into your touch, her eyes closing briefly. Through the bond, you feel the tension in her begin to melt, replaced by a quiet, cautious relief.

It’s a fragile thing, this moment, but it’s real.

When she finally opens her eyes, they’re softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re not making this easy,” she mutters, though there’s no real bite in her tone.

You smile faintly. “Good. You’ve made me wait long enough.”

Agatha huffs a laugh, shaking her head slightly. “Right, yeah it was all me.” Your palm cups her other cheek and she licks her lips before her gaze flickers to your lips for the briefest moment, and your breath catches. But instead of closing the distance, she presses her cheek into your left palm, her eyes closing again. It’s not quite a kiss, but the intimacy of it is enough to make your heart race.

“Come on,” she says finally, her voice quieter now. “We should keep moving. The road doesn’t wait forever.”

You nod, letting your hand fall reluctantly, though your fingers linger against hers for a moment longer than necessary.

As you walk side by side, the bond pulses steadily between you, stronger than it’s ever been. And for the first time in centuries, it feels like you’re finally moving forward—together.

Each step forward feels lighter, though the weight of the moment lingers between you. Agatha stays close, her hand brushing yours with each unintentional sway. It’s not deliberate—at least, not entirely—but the proximity is unmistakable.

You don’t speak, letting the bond fill the silence. It thrums with a steady rhythm, no longer jagged or uneven, but it carries a tension neither of you can quite shake.

When you glance at her, you find her doing the same—her sharp, calculating gaze flickering away as though you’d caught her in something private.

“Something on your mind?” you ask, your voice light, though your curiosity is anything but.

Agatha exhales sharply, her lips quirking into a faint smirk. “You, apparently.”

The admission catches you off guard, though her tone is sardonic enough to make you question how much she’s revealing. Still, the bond tells another story. The emotions simmering beneath her words—warmth, vulnerability, longing—are unfiltered and raw, impossible to ignore.

“Should I be flattered?” you tease, tilting your head to watch her reaction.

Her smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of something softer. “You always had a way of getting under my skin,” she mutters, her voice quieter now.

You slow your steps, turning to face her fully. “You’re one to talk.”

Agatha stops too, her arms crossing defensively even as her gaze softens. “You’re different than I remember,” she says, her voice almost wistful. “Or maybe… I just forgot.”

Her words settle between you like a confession, the bond humming faintly in response. Memories flash through your mind—moments of laughter, of quiet companionship, of stolen glances you never thought twice about back then.

“I don’t think you forgot,” you say softly, stepping closer. “I think you were just too scared to see it.”

Her jaw tightens, but she doesn’t deny it. Instead, she looks at you with an intensity that makes your chest tighten. “And you weren’t?”

You hesitate, the truth catching in your throat. “I was,” you admit, the words feeling heavier than you expected. “But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t know what we were I thought we were just…”

“We should keep moving, this area” Agatha cuts you off gesturing around at the forest, “It’s getting cold,” she says, her voice steadier than you expected.

You nod, though you don’t miss the faint tremor in her body as she brushes past you. The bond hums softly, carrying her emotions—conflicted but warm, her resolve wavering but not breaking.

As you fall into step beside her again, the silence is less oppressive, though the tension remains.

The bond wasn’t just magic. It wasn’t just power or connection. It was something more. Something that always had the potential to be everything.

And now you’re starting to piece it together, you always knew there was a reason why you didn’t marry, but you didn’t realise why. Didn’t understand why you couldn’t get over the loss of Agatha, and now, you can’t help but test the waters.

You glance sideways at Agatha, noting how her eyes dart toward you and then quickly away, as if she doesn’t trust herself to look too long. The bond hums with her emotions, faint ripples of curiosity and unease laced with something sweeter—something she’s clearly trying very hard to ignore.

“Agatha,” you say, your tone light, playful.

She raises an eyebrow, her guarded expression slipping into something sharper. “What?”

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you let the bond speak for you, sending a gentle pulse through it—nothing overwhelming, just a soft nudge of warmth, like the magical equivalent of a hand brushing against hers.

Her steps falter for the briefest moment, and her sharp gaze snaps to yours.

“What was that?” she asks, her tone suspicious.

You feign innocence, your lips curling into a faint smile. “What was what?”

Agatha narrows her eyes, and through the bond, you can feel the flicker of her irritation—tinged with just a hint of something more. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Do I?” you tease, sending another soft ripple through the bond, this time carrying a spark of affection—light and fleeting, but unmistakable.

Her cheeks flush faintly, and she glares at you. “Stop that,” she says, though her voice lacks its usual edge.

“Stop what?” you ask, your smile widening.

“You’re actually impossible,” she mutters, picking up her pace as if putting distance between you will help.

You follow easily, keeping stride beside her. “I’m just trying to make this bond more... interactive,” you say, the bond pulsing again with a playful nudge.

Agatha groans, her hand rising to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I swear, if you don’t stop—”

“What?” you interrupt, your voice low, teasing.

Her steps halt abruptly, and she spins to face you, her eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and something deeper. The bond flares faintly, her emotions rippling through it—frustration, yes, but also warmth, fondness, and that ever-present flicker of longing.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” she says, her voice low and laced with warning.

You take a step closer, your smile softening. “Maybe.”

Her breath catches, and for a moment, she looks at you like she might actually give in—like she might say or do something that would change everything. But then she shakes her head, her lips quirking into a wry smile.

As you fall back into step beside her, the bond hums with a quiet warmth that feels like laughter, like the shared amusement of two people who are finally starting to understand each other.

You let it carry another ripple, this one deeper—a soft wave of warmth that lingers longer than the others. It’s not overwhelming, but it’s enough to be unmistakable, enough to make Agatha’s steps falter slightly.

Her head snaps toward you, eyes narrowed. “Seriously. What are you doing?”

You bite back a grin, your expression one of feigned innocence. “Walking,” you say simply.

“That wasn’t walking,” she snaps, her voice sharper than it needs to be. But through the bond, you feel the flicker of something else—frustration, yes, but also heat, a spark of something she’s trying desperately to ignore.

“Agatha,” you say, your voice light and teasing, “if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re a little flustered.”

Her glare sharpens, but the faint flush creeping up her neck betrays her. “You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” you ask, and this time, you let the bond carry not just warmth, but a roaring heat in her abdomen, a phantom brush of your hand against hers. A hand sliding up a thigh.

She stops walking altogether, spinning to face you with an expression caught between irritation and something far more vulnerable. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I’ve spent centuries not understanding what we were,” you say honestly, taking another step closer. “And now that I’m starting to figure it out, I want to see where it leads.”

Agatha stares at you, her expression flickering between disbelief and something softer. “You can’t just—”

But she doesn’t finish, because you send another wave through the bond, this one gentler, but more deliberate. It’s a feeling of closeness, of warmth, of trust—everything you’ve always felt for her but never quite put into words.

Finally, she exhales sharply, running a hand through her hair in a rare show of frustration. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

You step closer still, until there’s barely any space between you. “Why don’t you just tell me? Please Agatha” You’re silent for a moment. The bond feels almost suffocating now, a shared pulse of magic between you, thick with what she’s been holding back.

She finally speaks, and when she does, the words feel like they’ve been ripped from the very core of her. “I’ve been trying to ignore it, to push it down… But you’re making me want you so badly, okay?” She meets your gaze, and you can feel the rawness in her words—her vulnerability laid bare, for once. “I’ve been trying so hard to pretend that this bond, that you aren’t driving me insane. But you are. And I’m so tired of fighting it.”

Your breath catches, the magic between you sparking with the sudden intensity of her admission. You step closer, your heart racing as her emotions flood through the bond—she’s frustrated, yes, but there’s something more, something far deeper: the longing you’ve always known was there.

She continues, her voice barely above a whisper, “Every time you get close, every time you… tease me, I can’t think. The bond, your magic, the way you look at me, I—” She cuts herself off, visibly exasperated. “I’m not saying it’s just magic, because it’s not. I can’t keep pretending like it is.”

You take a step closer, backing Agatha against a tree, and this time, she doesn’t move away. The space between you is a breath, a heartbeat, nothing more. You can feel the heat in her skin, the pulse of her heart beneath your fingers as they brush lightly against her arm.

“You never had to pretend,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. The bond hums in agreement, a feeling of closeness, of shared emotion, building. “Not with me.”

Her gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and the bond throbs, sending waves of heat, of longing, through both of you. She doesn’t speak, but you feel it in the way her breath hitches, in the way her hand shifts slightly, almost as if reaching for you. It’s too much, too close, and yet—there’s nowhere else either of you can go.

“Agatha…” You say her name, soft and almost pleading, as the bond pulses with magic too strong to ignore. “Please my angel… stop fighting this.”

She breathes in sharply, and before you can say another word, she closes the gap between you. Her lips crash against yours, urgent, hungry, desperate—as if the bond, the magic, everything between you is finally too much for her to fight.

The kiss is everything: the years of longing, the months of silence, the centuries of distance and heartache all colliding into one desperate, aching moment. Her magic flares around you, and you feel it in every touch, every press of her lips against yours. It’s not just a kiss—it’s everything, all at once, the bond weaving between you with threads of magic and emotion.

When she pulls back, breathless, her forehead resting against yours, she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. You both know now, in the deepest parts of your being, that this—whatever this is—is what you’ve both been craving for so long.

“I think I’ve been in love with you forever.” You lean forward and take her lower lip into your mouth, sucking on it and humming in response to her moan. You let the lip go with a pop and you look into her dark eyes. “I should’ve kissed you centuries ago.”

Agatha’s eyes are focused on your lips, unable to think of anything else, and she’s about to kiss you again when she hears the snap of a limb breaking underneath someone’s boot.

“Where the hell have you guys been! We’ve been walking hours!”

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Agatha All Along - Paralleled Characters: Breaking down the pairs from the broom scene.

So, in Agatha All Along, the characters who end up closely paralleling each other and being crucial for each other's arcs, are the characters who exchanged brooms during the hexenbesen ritual.

So, let's look into them one by one:

1) Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal (“Out of Death, Life.” || “She is my scar.”)

First of all, let's get the obvious out of the way. Agatha and Rio, the ultimate push and pull. Tied together eternally by the strings of fate in a way that is almost codependent. Agatha—the maiden—romanticised death. Death is erotic, artistic, beautiful to the maiden. The form she fell in love with. Death is comforting. Death cradles her. Death rescues her from her mother's cruelty. Death loves her.

Agatha—the mother—views death as any mortal would. Death is terrifying, vile, evil. It chases her as she ages. It threatens to take he son, to stop her heart. Death is ugly. Death is uncomfortable. At best, death is a means to an end. A necessary evil, for the sake of survival.

For Agatha–the crone—death is a part of life. Death is miraculous transformation. Death is the end of a cycle. Death requires acceptance. Death is the natural order of all things. Death is everything at once and it is not to blame—but maybe the crone still is. And so she finds herself stuck in limbo. Death is forgiven, but the mother still isn't.

And to Death, Agatha's her scar. She's a representation of everything Death can't have: she can't have love, or a family... Because the one time she dared to try, her son was a stillborn—out of death, life. The one time she loved, so deeply that it planted a pain deep within her chest, a heart of obsidian—she was met with how her own nature is terrifying to mortals. She was met with the idea that she's some cruel thing. She was hated, just as strongly as she was loved. And Death can't understand why she's unwanted. Death can't understand what is wrong with her. Death keeps balance—she keeps order. But for her scar, she bended the rules and gave her time. Death grants time. But it's never enough. Not for the mother.

Rio needed to be accepted. Agatha was always going to be in denial. How could they balance the grief of losing a child, when Agatha wouldn't even accept it being gone? How could they be anything but doomed, when their love created life so brief and fleeting? How could they ever be over each other, when even inside Wanda's Hex, Agatha's feelings for Rio were ever-present—and she would always see her there?

When the words of Agatha's mother—you were born evil—were repeatedly confirmed by the mere fact she could only take, and take, and take. And the only one she could ever give anything to, was Death? To keep her close, at first, and then to keep her away, too busy to take her son? Because Agatha couldn't heal, or protect, or divine—she could only drain. And so Death was her satellite. The satellite of the covenless witch... Two women, both of whom were doomed by the nature of their power to be covenless.

2) Alice Wu Gulliver & Billy Kaplan / Maximoff (“A lot happened to me at 13, too.” || “She was protecting you, but you don't deserve it.”)

The youngest ones, sharing the same aesthetics, whose lives were both cut short, (in billy's case, cut in half) just as they were getting started. Haunted by scarlet and orange, even as their finger-tips are blue. A lot changed for each of them at thirteen—and all of it had to do with their mothers.

Each of them carries their own sort of curse. Alice's is generational—she's on the road to lift it. She's on the road to save herself. (Even if, at the end, she saves someone else at her own expense—which is her real curse, if you ask me.)

Billy has a sigil to lift, but even when it's lifted, he's not sure who he is. Is he William Kaplan, or is he Billy Maximoff?

Alice goes her whole entire life searching to find herself—but she never can. She's a shadow. Her mother's shadow–as is Billy. Each of them try desperately to make sense of the ashes left behind by their mothers. Each of them try to piece things together to understand what's wrong with them.

And each of them holds bitterness towards their mother. Alice claims that Lorna wasn't well. She feels that everything her mother taught her was a lie. She feels like her mother chose strangers—her fans, her coven, over her. Billy says that Wands isn't his mother at all, because he had a mom already. He doesn't remember her loving him. He only remembers her 'choosing a town full of strangers over her own flesh and wires.'

And as it happens, Billy and Alice both have no idea of the sacrifice and pain their mothers went through, all for their sake. The lengths each of them went to just to keep them alive, to protect them.

And Alice finds out. And her anger is replaced by sadness—sadness for her mom. But also catharsis—because what is grief, if not love persevering? Billy has yet to reach that point.

But when they understand each other so well, when they've bonded so strongly, from the very first trial—when they're the only ones who volunteer to dig Sharon a grave, who are sensitive to loss... Is it such a surprise that Alice's death is such a turning point for him? That his trust in Agatha wavers? That his power moves uncontrollably? It is not, because Alice is much like himself.

3) Lilia & Jen (“I'm not going before you.” || “You are the path ahead, Jennifer.”)

Jen and Lilia are juxtapositioned from their very first interaction. They immediately butt heads. And their relationship's development is crucial to each of their own developments.

From the moment each of them are introduced, they are parallels. First of all, they are frauds. They use some sort of lie that somewhat resembles their magical skillset, (Madame Calderu's Psychic Readings / Kale Kare) but actually requires no magic at all. They could be doing something important, but they've both found themselves unable or unwilling to. They're both hermits who have completely distanced themselves from the Witchcraft community, claiming that they don't need it, that they don't care for it. Their powers are both repressed—Lilia's because she choise to repress them, Jen's because they were forcibly bound. They both pretend they are content—toughened through the passage of time and the cruelty of history tiwards women like them—but they're both met by dead ends. Lilia's eviction notice, no different than Jen's upcoming lawsuits.

And they continue to butt heads throughout, judging each other. From 'chemical peel' to 'pitchy' & 'flat,' to Jen pushing Lilia out of the way because her own survival is her only priority. To then singing together, sharing scar stories, exchanging brooms, 'Jennifer, look what you did.' To opening up. To Jen no longer wishing to go before her, no longer wishing to put herself first. Because she sees her, now, as something more than a crazy old broad. She cares to see her—like no-one has in centuries.

And for Lilia, whose timeline, whose path isn't linear, Jen has always been there. Her family. Her sister in the craft. Whose presence she lacked, like a memory she couldn't grasp. Nostalgia she couldn't quite place anywhere. Nostalgia for something you've never even had. Because in the future, she always had her. And the flow of time is an illusion.

Lilia's road, her path, has always been windy. But Jen is her path ahead. The Path Ahead is in Lilia's reading. Jen is Lilia's path ahead. Not only because she has a brilliant and bright future of her own ahead of her in the mcu, now with her powers unbound. Because Lilia senses all the trapped light and bound power that Jen carries—(“The High Priestess: Immense spiritual power, unable or unwilling to use it--”) but also because Jen, the survivor, is the one who will carry on Lilia's memory. All those centuries, Lilia had been alone—there was no 'path ahead.' Everything was a jumbled mess. Her “path” was non-linear and twisty.

And Jen, after centuries of solitude, was her light in the dark, guiding her through the dark tunnels, as her mind wandered through her timeline searching for answers. Jen was the only person in centuries who bothered to see her as something more, to acknowledge her strength, and to help her fill in the gaps as best as she could. And so Lilia sees so much hope in Jennifer—who won't stop becoming better and better. Because Jen finally decided to put someone else first, to prioritise someone other than himself. To re-discover inside of her the nurturing, protective nature she had buried and bound alongside her magic. Because even when bound, she is a healing presence. She is still the midwife, the 11th generation root-worker. The woman who was doing something important—and she didn't need magic to be that woman.

Because for Jen, the Queen of Cups is her path behind. Wound suffered, lessons learned. “I couldn't save Lilia, I didn't even try to save Alice, I'll be damned if I let you two idiots die.” Lilia reminded her how to be a good person. And for Lilia, she was a light in the dark. Even as her path winds out of time—Lilia lives on in Jen. The one and only survivor of the Witch's Road—(since Billy is more of a Dungeon Master.)

And of course, a million other things can be said about each individual dynamic in this coven—because all of them were fated to meet, and all of them were written for each other. There is not a single unexplored dynamic in this group, not one. I could make a million other posts about each of them. Agatha & Billy -> motherhood. Agatha & Jen -> oppression and begrudging trust. Agatha & Alice/Lilia -> protection from a mother's love. The list goes on and on and on.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 8 part 3

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I love how after all the I'M THE BIG SCARY EMBODIMENT OF DEATH WHERE ARE MY BODIESSSSSSSS bit rio just wants to sit and TALK to her wife. that's all she ever wanted, ONE MATURE CONVERSATION

and I also adore the way aubrey chose to sit here 10/10 no notes

both know that the Road isn't real but they talk as if its power is real. because it is, like I said, Billy created a 100% functional, DEADLY Road

so we learn that tommy is still a soul floating somewhere and billy is the only one who can give him a new body. it's interesting that Death herself couldn't find and collect tommy's soul, it means that, like everything concerning wanda and billy, it's beyond Death's realm of expertise - which is the natural order of things. she hates ghosts because they're souls that resist the sacred cycle and linger behind on earth. billy and tommy are even worse than ghosts because they bend the rules even further.

is agatha bluffing when she gives up on billy this easily? yes and no. she is a huge nerd and a scheming mastermind so she'll keep looking for a way to save billy - but if she doesn't, she fully believes she'll be capable to sacrifice him to save herself and be absolutely fine about it, she won't die of Severe Grief Constipation or anything

oh?? but what is this? is rio hesitating? did detective agnes find a clue?

bingo!! lol her jessica fletcher light bulb moments

rio looks SO grumpy. curse her wife's beautiful brain! this is the first time we ever see agatha take the upper hand I think

billy the marvelous immortal homosexual

YEAH NO SHIT SHERLOCK. oh no, Death is really cute when she's all frustrated about the Sacred Balance. she's such a nerd too.

yes agatha you're a genius! like all your plans this is going to work spectacularly and won't blow up in your face or anything of the sort

goddamnit

rio immediately calls bullshit

agatha walks toward her and look at rio's body language, she's getting ready, but it's almost playful. this is what they do, agatha bluffs and rio gently but firmly calls her out. she's going to learn what's agatha's latest scheme and she's gonna fix it. this is what she's always been doing, she brings balance to agatha's chaotic existence. or at least, she tries to.

I cannot express enough how stupid this woman is. like, she is so smart but she's is SUCH a clown. COMPLETELY incapable of making good choices

rio is like, HA, nice try sweetums, but that's not how it works

but as agatha talks, rio's face start to fall

this is agatha lashing out, making it once again all about herself and punishing rio for her grief. agatha is making her own life hell, she's not going to magically feel fine if rio goes away. can you imagine what would happen if she handed billy over and rio left her alone? agatha would probably fall back into her most toxic habits and commit so many atrocities to numb the pain, she'd be so completely alone and miserable.

a long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long, long, long long time from now (stupid ass clown)

aaaaaand she went and did it. she said the most hurtful thing she could come up with. that's what happens when you fight with someone you know so intimately, you can pick the magic words that will inflict the most damage. not only she doesn't want to see rio now, she doesn't want to see her when she dies. yes, you heard that right rio! fuck your sacred balance, fuck the natural order of things, you'll have to bend the rules for me again! you don't get my soul, and what's worse, you don't get to bring me to nicky. you're NEVER going to fix me. I'd rather roam the world as a disgusting, angry ghost!

there is some scheming too because this is agatha we're talking about and becoming a ghost is a good contingency plan. but mostly? she's just angry, she's scared, she's hurting. and she's just made a huge mistake.

count how long it takes for rio to answer. twenty seconds, that is an eternity on a tv show. she opens her mouth but can't find the words, she looks down, she looks to the side, she can't believe what just happened. it's like agatha slapped her.

and this is all she says in the end: okay.

okay, you win. okay, I've had enough. okay, it's over.

we're over.

and this pathetic sad sack of a woman just goes, wait... what?

she was bluffing. she's always treated rio as a bottomless well of patience and forgiveness, as her very own emotional punching bag. rio has demonstrated time and time again that no matter how low agatha punches, she will always come back. but there comes a time when even the person who loves you the most will give up on you if you give them nothing and demand everything in return.

rio was the person who loved agatha no matter what. until today.

so far it's always been agatha running away or demanding rio to leave. it's the first time rio just up and leaves on her own.

consequences of your own actions, baybeeeeee

NO, rio, don't look back you ridiculous bottom of a sapphic, STAND YOUR GROUND. no time for a te veo. don't try to be cool! just go!!!! you're DEATH for christ's sake!! have some dignity!!

she looks back TWICE. you know if agatha fell on her knees and begged right now rio would take her back in a heartbeat, like a LOSER.

I can't with rio cutting open the set with her knife and leaving, I saw it the first time and went, oh that's cool! no, it kinda looks cheap and ridiculous? no, wait, it's actually brilliant??? love that they had no CGI budget and had to come up with stuff like this, it's a great callback to wandavision and hints at the Road being staged. and only rio can see it!

"yeah whatever, this is exactly what I wanted!!! doesn't hurt one bit!!!!!!! all according to plan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

next up: agatha is absolutely calm and composed and doesn't at all go ballistic on billy and jen.

go to episode 8 part 4

[vigilante24ish]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1. - Chapter 2. - Chapter 3

Chapter 4. - Chapter 5. - Chapter 6

Chapter 7. - Chapter 8. - Chapter 9

Chapter 10. - Chapter 11. - Chapter 12

Chapter 13. - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

Word Count: 1410

Chapter 15:

After your little talk with Rio, you wandered around the room; keeping an eye on everyone as you went.

You could see that Alice was uncomfortable being around, trying not to touch anything while nostalgia was hidden behind her round red tinted glasses.

Your attention went mostly to Lilia, who had returned to the main room shaken, and you swore she could be on the verge of tears. Glancing behind her, you faintly noticed certain arts on the wall; depicting witches burning at the stake.

Lilia was the oldest amongst you all. You knew that much. You suspected she had bad memories from the time of the trials and felt sympathetic once you .theorised she must have lost friends that way.

Considering her prophetic abilities, you could not comprehend how outcast she must have felt back then.

As you all gathered in the main room, you realized two people were missing... Agatha and Rio.

Narrowing your eyes faintly, you were about to go find them when the speakes got activated. You heard clearly what was supposed to be the conversation between the two witches; coming from the outer part of the recording booth.

"I get the pleasure of watching you do what you do best." Rio voice was heard over the PA.

Agatha's followed next. "Which is?"

"Killl all the witches around you. One by one."

"Then what?"

"You get your power, and I get my bodies."

Agatha gasped loudly. "Hey! That's my coven you're talking about. I'm m not that kind of witch anymore."

Immediately, the three witches rushed towards the booth; clearly furious with what they had just heard.

You trailed back, hesitant to follow your rushing emotions and thoughts.

Something was not right, and you knew it.

Agatha had tried to frame Rio, perhaps to make the coven mistrust her? Or to make herself sound better and regain some of their confidence to her?

You were not sure.

What you were sure about was Agatha's gasp and last words. That spesific gasp and tone was fake, an overdramatic reaction; a mere acting moment to make others buy it.

You remained further back from the group but close enough, to ensure no one would be throwing hands anytime soon.

Their arguments were loud in your ears but then a different sound reached you. Like nails against a blackboard, like a pin draged against glass...

The background demonic and loud noise seemed to strike deep into your magical core and even in your mind, causing you inscrutiating pain.

Before you knew it, you were on your knees; hands pressed tightly against your ears in a futile attempt to block the noise. You made no sound but by the way you bit your bottom lip, it was evident you were in pain.

The rest of the coven had similar reactions, some like Alice and Jen reacting strongly; yet not to the level you did.

Rio was the one least bothered, and Teen tried his best not to react to it. While being busy to explain, he played a record backwards; causing all this.

While everyone was fighting against it, it was Agatha who dared to act.

She was the first to see you on your knees, trying hard to block the sound from driving you mad and he knew that face of yours... the face when you were in pain.

Her own ears hurt and she swore this sound would haunt her nightmares for the years to come but she had to act.

The others were too weak, and she would not be standing there while you were in pain.

She had no idea what was happening, but if it affected you that way, it was bad. She did not stay to think about it and merely grabbed the record player before smashing it to the ground.

To ensure the job was done, she stepped on it and the cursed record; ensuring the sound would stop, and it did.

Now, free of whatever was that, you all took a moment to gather yourself.

You slowly stood up, taking silent deep breaths before you felt a metallic taste in your mouth. Bringing your hand towards your face, your fingers touched something wet against your lips. Upon inspecting it, you realized it was blood... your blood.

To try and fight the pain, you had bit your lip so hard you had actually bled it.

You tried to hide your shock and quickly wiped the evidence with the back of your sleeve, all while avoiding Agatha's intended gaze; not wishing to decipher it at the moment.

Yet Agatha kept watching, eyes darker at the sight of your bleeding lip. She could not help but remember the times she had bitten your lip enough to draw blood, only to lick it and then kiss you with hunger; letting you also taste what your blood felt like.

She managed to focus on the present, not letting her thoughts and fantasies get the best of her.

There were still things she had to focus on.

"We've been cursed." Lilia suddenly said as she recognised what had taken place.

At least that made some sense to you, though you had never truly been cursed; not that way. Physical curses had been your biggest enemy but you could fight, purify them even when the moon was full.

Now verbal... it seemed to be a loophole into everything. You were not how to feel about that.

You didn't have the time to do so, either, for a metronome on the piano nearby started to tick.

"I think this means the trial started." Teen pointed out.

Jen took notice that Rio was not exactly shocked or even scared, like the rest. "Why are you smiling?"

Agatha rolled her eyes. "She's a tourist." Was her argument.

Once again, Jen did not agree. "She's a psycho."

"And nothing's happening." Teen pointed out. "Maybe this curse isn't so bad."

You immediately locked your sharp gaze at him, making him feel uncomfortable. One finger was pointed in his direction.

"Do not, under any circumstance, say those words again." Your voice was serious, and it made every single hair on his body stand on end. "Last thing we need is the Road proving us wrong"

As if your words had once again predicted the future, something unexpected happened.

Lilia started to fan herself with her hands, feeling hotter when suddenly she started to scream. You swore you could see some sort of faint smoke coming from beneath her clothing, and the smell of burning flesh quickly reached your nose.

"It burns!" She shouted, grabbing an invisible wound by her shoulder.

Everyone stood close in panic, not sure how to help when Jen remembered something.

"Alice, protect her." She instructed her fellow witches.

Just like her assigned role, Alice did what she had to do. Using Rio's knife, she carved a circle around a screaming Lilia while changing a protection spell in Latin.

By the time the circle was complete, Lilia was laying on the floor but she was no longer burning by some invisible power.

Jen looked terrified. "I need you to draw one of those circles around me, right now"

You paid her no mind as you helped Lilia stand. You did not ask her anything but you could see in her eyes that she was thankful for your help .

"So, breaking a curse," Teen started as he tried to think what he knew. "Smudge sticks? A salt bath... What if we locate and reason with the witch who cast the curse?"

"Once vengeance is loosed, you can't reel it back in." You so wisely commneted as you stopped holding and supporting Lliliam

"So what do we do?"

Once again, the older witch had an answer. "The only way to end a curse is to face it."

New screams drew your attention and everyone turned to Jen, who was suffering the same effects of the curse.

Alice rushed to repeat the protective circle, doing her best to be fast and save Jen from suffering this burning sensation for long.

Surprisingly, when she was done; something became noticable. Jen's skin seemed to bear a mark, a burnt brand on her skin.

Lilia confirmed she had the same, making you all exchange looks of worry with one another.

This was new, way more physical than the other trial, and you were not sure you liked it that much.

Chapter 16

[5-puthyyy]

The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 3

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Summary:

Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...

Ch.1 ~ Ch.2 ~ Ch.3 ~ Ch.4 ~ Ch.5 ~ Ch.6 ~ Ch.7 ~ Ch.8 ~ Ch.9 ~ Ch.10

The first week of living with Agatha and Rio has been difficult, to say the least. It’s been labour, labour, and labour, over and over again. You’ve had dirt under your nails after every morning with Rio in her garden, and you head right back inside to Agatha afterwards, letting her wash your hands clean as she tests you on Rio’s Earth Magick lessons.

The most difficult part is actually keeping your hands and eyes to yourself; it’s impossible not to lean into Agatha’s gentle touch as she rubs your hands with soapy water, taking her time to get your fingertips clean. A few days after this routine, she bought out a kit to care for your nails, cutting your nails short enough to not get dirt deep under them, then filing them down until they’re smooth.

“When will you teach me?” you asked Agatha one afternoon as she wiped your wet, freshly cleaned hands with a hand towel.

Agatha pauses, looking at you with amusement in her gaze. “Are you not satisfied with Rio’s teachings?”

Your eyes widen in panic as you immediately shake your head. “No, I am! I’m enjoying my lessons very much,” you answer, desperate to not seem ungrateful.

Agatha raises a brow at you. “Then what, pray tell, is the issue?” she teases with a knowing smile, standing up to place the towel on the side of the washstand. Your eyes follow her movements, glued to the way the tight brown vest she’s wearing shows off her figure that would be otherwise hidden by the flowy white shirt she has on under it, “I asked you a question, little dove.”

The sudden sternness in her tone grips your throat, forcing you to choke and stutter, falling into a sudden cough as nervousness takes over you. Her soft hands are on your cheeks in seconds, the commanding gaze in her eyes taken over by concern.

“Breathe, darling,” she soothes, her thumb rubbing at your temple, up and down, “Follow my lead,” she says, taking your hand to her chest before you can protest the closeness. It feels far too intimate, especially considering she has a lover, one that is just outside these walls tending to her garden.

“Agatha,” you pant out, trying to catch your breath but becoming even more breathless when you blink your eyes open to find Agatha’s eyes, darkened, hooded as you breathe her name out, “I–I’m sorry–”

“What ever for?” she says confusedly, tucking your hair behind your ear, holding your face in her gentle hands as if you could never do wrong in her eyes. She breaks away from you the moment she hears the backdoor opening then closing shut.

After that discussion with Agatha, something seemed to have switched. Rio was more distant in her teachings, mumbling incoherent thoughts to herself after she tasked you with planting a new type of flower using Magick. You’ve made a mistake or two, but after that you got the hang of it pretty quickly, sometimes whispering the incantations in bed to make sure you keep the memorised. But, distracted by thoughts of Agatha’s touch and Rio’s distance, you messed this one up.

“Come on,” you grumble frustratedly, whispering the incantation again and again but the only azalea that blooms is one that dies moments later.

Rio comes up behind you, twirling a large pair of scissors in her hands. She watches you fail again and again, humming as you get angrier and angrier with yourself. She only steps in the moment she sees your nails digging into the inside of your palms. Her hands cover your fists, the sudden touch shocking you, unexpected from her.

“Don’t do that,” she simply demands, nodding her head at you when you whisper an apology and relax your fingers. Hers relaxes on top of yours, hesitantly hovering. She doesn’t really want to let go, you think, hearing her ragged breathing behind you as she moves closer.

“Rio,” you breathe out, leaning into her touch as her nose brushes through your hair, gently resting against your neck. Your breath hitches as you hear her gently take a breath in, immediately growling and burrowing her face deeper, “Rio, is everything okay?” you manage to ask between your heavy breathing. Your words seem to bring her back to her senses as she freezes behind you for a moment before jumping back as if your skin was on fire.

Without another word, just quiet muttering, Rio spins on her heel and practically sprints back inside, leaving you to tend to her plants. Doing your very best, you take a deep breath and calm your mind, and whisper the incantation again until you get it right.

You don’t understand what triggered your dream a few nights later. Typically, the dreams that meet you are sweet, innocent, and peaceful. You suppose the feeling you had by the end of it was peaceful in a way, but it was definitely not innocent…

You dreamt of Agatha’s hands. She was sitting in front of you but you were on her and Rio’s bed, not your own. She had on the thinnest nightgown, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. But you barely had time to gaze at her, your eyes shut tightly the moment you felt those hands that are always so gentle to you, but this time they were gentle elsewhere. And as you moaned at Agatha’s touch, Rio was behind you, kissing you to breathe your sounds in, her earthy scent wrapped around your lungs.

You refused to let yourself dream this way since your banishment, as this was the very reason for it. There’s something wrong with you for wanting this, for wanting to be touched this way. Desire was wrong, is what your coven believed. All forms of it. You lived day-by-day, rationing food because it kept your gluttony tamed. The simple idea of wanting something more than the necessity was a terrifying thought to you as you grew up. Because the older you got, the more you wanted. You started to see things, see people differently. Men, and women, a sharp jawline, piercing eyes, lips so pretty and pink. You started to want. It was bearable, avoidable, until it wasn’t. Until you got caught.

You will not get caught again. You cannot be banished from here, you don’t think you could bear it. So when you woke up that morning, you beat yourself up in the mirror, glaring until the dream disappeared into the back of your mind. You applied some powder to hide the blush in your cheeks before finally making an appearance.

“Good morning,” you greet Rio and Agatha as you walk into the kitchen, “May I help with breakfast?” you offer with a warm smile, waiting patiently for an order.

The pair in front of you raise their brows suspiciously. Rio crosses her arms over her chest as Agatha continues stirring the pot over the fire.

“You wish to help?” Agatha asks with humour twinged in her tone.

You nod enthusiastically, clearing your throat before stepping forward. “The two of you have been incredibly kind to me. I feel I have not done enough to…to earn what you freely give.”

Agatha’s stirring pauses at this, turning her head to look at you over her shoulder. You cannot read her eyes this time, clearly unable to break through the extra guard she’s put up there. You were sure you used the right words; Agatha herself said you needed to earn their trust that first morning.

“We have to go. For a while,” Rio breaks the tense silence by dropping that pin. You freeze, your chest tightening as you try to fight the panic creeping up, “We have business to attend to.”

Agatha senses your fear and tries her best to soothe you before you begin to panic. “We will only be gone a short while, little dove, and we will be right back here. We have some things for you to do while we are gone.”

The reassurance that they will be back is enough for the panic to dissipate for now. But with that comes a new surge of humiliation at your feelings. You have only been here with them a short while, a few weeks now, and you already feel attached to them. This has become about more than just learning the ways of Magick. It has become about them, about the small moments spent with Agatha and Rio. Are you meant to wake up alone, have breakfast alone, tend to the garden and the household chores alone?

Agatha carries on, taking the pot off the heat and coming to stand in front of you. “I want you to study. I have books, spellbooks and history books, books of all kinds. It will surely keep your mind occupied, little dove,” she smiles softly at you, raising a hand to brush your hair out of your face. But that only exposes the fear in your eyes, fear of abandonment. Agatha frowns, shaking her head lightly and pulling you closer, this time into a hug. You breathe deeply as you bury your face into her neck, the scent of lavender and honey taking over your senses.

Rio’s hand suddenly presses against your back, startling you momentarily before her fingers trail up and down your spine soothingly. “We will be back before you know it, sweetling,” she reassures in a kind whisper, a freaky juxtaposition with the frowning look on her face.

The position reminds you of your dream; a soft wave of desire surges through you, making you swap a little, unsure whose touch you want to lean towards. They seem to sense your struggle, both leaning in until you have Agatha’s front pressed to yours and Rio’s pressed to your back. A soft sigh escapes your lips from the heat of their bodies. Strong but gentle arms creep until they’re wrapped around your waist, and another pair slither around your neck until you’re secure, warm, safe.

“We’ll be back,” Agatha whispers, her soft lips brushing against your flushed cheek, fingers gently sifting through your hair.

Agatha wasn’t lying when she said she had all types of books in her little study. The shelves are overflowed, disorganised with piles straight and some stacked together. There are even a few on the ground next to the various plants Rio has planted into pots scattered around. There’s Magick everywhere here; you can taste it each time you step into the space.

The spellbooks are complicated to understand without a teacher, so you pass on those after attempting to read a few pages. But it’s the history books that managed to catch your attention. You were unaware that there is a written history of your community, of witches. It took you a few chapters before you realised the handwriting is oddly messy. Once you reach the chapter titled ‘Agatha Harkness’ you slam the book shut, concluding that Agatha herself must have written this. It feels wrong to read the history of her life, a strange invasion of privacy. Not only that, but part of you wishes to learn things about her from her, spending more time with her and Rio. 

After a while, you open it up again, but this time skipping her chapter. The next is entitled–

Oh.

‘Intimacy’.

It’s a chapter on sex, and the more you read, the faster your breathing gets, realising the majority of this is focussed on female relationships. It��s more of a history of sapphic culture within the witch community, emphasising the healing power of unity, and the heightened pleasure of mixing Magick with sex. It shocks you when you reach a page with an illustration of a coven in a forest, clearly all engaging in sexual activity together.

Slamming the book shut, you hurry to your bedroom and force yourself to sleep to avoid the heat pulsing between your legs – despite the Sun still shining brightly. But thoughts of Agatha and Rio find you in your dreams, forcing you awake in a sweaty gasp. This is wrong. It must be, as the alternative is all you have known your entire life is wrong, and that thought terrifies you.

You cannot think about them this way. You will not give in to the monstrous desire, and you will do all you can to tame it, as you should have done months ago. If you had, you would still have a coven, a family, and your mother.

Sleep will not find you that night and the Sun is only just setting. To avoid your thoughts, you decide to ready yourself to head back to the Inn for the night, needing a drink or two to hopefully lull you to sleep later. It is isolating in this cabin, despite it feeling like home now. It’s not home when you’re without them.

Unsure of when Agatha and Rio are to return, you decide to spend most of the evening at the Inn. It’s good to see some regulars still there, the singing man tipping his hat in apology when he spots you mid-song. The hour is later and your limbs are lighter after a few drinks, a few easy conversations, a few happy claps of your hands to the music. That is when she finds you.

“Y/N!” The innkeeper’s daughter yells out your name, rushing down the steps from her lodgings. She holds onto her dress to avoid tripping but lets go to tackle you in a deep hug.

“Catherine, it is always lovely to see you,” you greet her with a laugh as she squeals, refusing to let go.

You spend the entire evening together until the latest hours of the night, drinking one too many ales, and flirting with one too many drunken men just for the two of you to run off giggling. By the time the pair of you stumble outside for fresh air, half the Inn has taken to their lodgings or left to wander drunkenly.

The two of you press against each other for warmth as the night breeze dares to tease pushing Catherine’s dress up. The sounds quiet into a hum as you pull back with a giggle, eyes blurred from the ales running through your bloodstream. The blurry face looks like Rio’s sharp jaw, and those eyes look blue with the moonlight’s reflection reminding you of Agatha.

“You’re very pretty,” you mumble shyly, turning away when her eyes widen in surprise. 

A shaky hand dares to brush against your jawline. “As are you, I always thought so,” she whispers as if it is just a secret between the two of you, “Will you tell me where you have been?” Catherine suddenly asks, her tone curious but only to hide her concern, trying to avoid telling you that she cares about you more than she should.

You turn your head away, clenching your teeth, and think of Agatha and Rio and the power they hold over you. “I cannot.”

Silence fills the space between the two of you and it makes you notice Catherine’s hand has been absentmindedly stroking your cheek for the last minute or so.

“Will you be back? Soon?” she pleads, frowning when you sigh and she takes it as a no, “Please, Y/N, I missed you dearly.”

Seeing the pained look in her eyes, you sigh again. It wouldn’t be a bad thing to visit more often; you have had an enjoyable night. You’re just unsure whether you would even want to leave when you have Agatha and Rio at home. “I will try. If not for the free ale, then for you,” you tease, pinching her cheek playfully as she giggles and leaves the softest of kisses on the tips of your fingers. She holds them against her lips, scared you’ll pull away from the intimacy, but your drunken mind soaks it up. It’s been terribly lonely at the cabin; a little attention here doesn’t hurt.

But suddenly, a throat clears by your side, forcing you to push her touch away in fear of being caught by an agitated drunken man. But what you find is far worse. There stand Agatha and Rio, dressed in acceptable dresses but their hair up in a quick tie, letting you know they came here quickly. Their expressions are mostly unreadable, dark and distant. Agatha’s jawline is clenched tightly, while Rio’s brows are down to her eyelids in a glare. But you can barely focus on that; all you can focus on is that they are here, and they look so beautiful, and your heart feels like it’s about to break through your chest.

“Oh, are we blocking the entry? Apologies, friends. Come in,” Catherine laughs, grabbing your arm as she pulls you to the side. Your body moves with her but your eyes stay glued to the silent pair.

“We were just passing by,” Agatha says curtly before turning and walking away, pulling Rio with her. A feeling of dread sinks into your stomach as you watch them walk off into the darkness without you, but you cannot follow, not now. It’ll be too suspicious. You must find the patience to wait before dismissing yourself from Catherine.

By the time you head back home? Can you call it home yet? By the time you head back to their cabin, you expect them to be asleep but you can see a few candles lit through the window. Not knowing where you currently stand with them, you hesitate by the door, unsure of whether you can just walk in. Choosing to remain respectful, you knock a nervous hand to the wood, waiting for the sound of footsteps.

Rio opens the door, the glare still on her face, though the disgruntled expression is one of her more common looks anyway. She says not a word, simply turning back to march inside, leaving the door open in a silent invitation. Agatha sits on her chair by the fire, a cup of freshly brewed tea in her hand. She refuses to look at you, instead choosing to stare out the window to the moon. 

With the way the glow of the moon dances on her pale skin, she looks more beautiful than anyone you have ever laid eyes on. You cannot help but think the most skilled poets could spend years attempting to write the perfect words to describe her beauty but will only end up weeping in failure. No words could capture her.

“I did not know when you would return,” you whisper, clearing your throat when your voice croaks. Agatha does not move a muscle, so you continue, “I–If I knew, I would have been here, waiting, with–with tea, and I would have baked a pie, and–” you sigh as you cut yourself off, knowing the what ifs will do nothing to fix this, “I missed the both of you,” you settle, instantly regretting it as Agatha turns to you with a dark glare on your face.

“You missed us?” Agatha asks, her tone cold, angry, distant, “Dearly?” she adds almost mockingly, confusing your still tipsy head. 

“Honey,” Rio interrupts, trying to calm Agatha down but now that she has looked at you she cannot stop the words from coming out. Her emotions take over her face, hiding nothing of what she feels.

“We have been gone for less than a week, Y/N, and you could not control yourself?”

Your brows scrunch together. “Agatha, I am sor–”

She interrupts, the chair screeching against the wooden floor as she stands up. “Have we not given you what you have wanted? Freedom? Acceptance? What have we done to displease you so? Can you not tame your desires?”

Desires. Of course it’s about that. Despite the history books in her study, she is just the same as…as your mother. This is not acceptance, this is just like the moment your mother caught you with the tradeswomen and locked you away while the coven decided what to do with you. But this time you will do it yourself before they can.

“Y/N, I did not mean it in that way,” Agatha immediately attempts to correct herself as she observes the way your face reacts to her words, connecting the dots on what you could be thinking about, but you’ve already spun on your heel to your bedroom, tears glistening in your eyes, “Little dove,” she calls out, her tone softer, quieter, more desperate, but you cannot hear anything over than her displeasure with you, “Please, wait a moment for me to explain what I mean by–”

The door slams shut behind you, your back pressed to it to prevent them from coming in. You drop down to the ground, sliding against the door, and let the tears fall.

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pornwplot is better, fight me on this. its coming guys patience haha

[fixated-on-fictional-characters]

I just wanted to say, to those people who are saying Agatha did not grow at all. You are wrong.

She’s centuries old and her mother, the person who was supposed to love her no matter what not only turned against her and tried to kill her but also turned her entire community against her.

She has been alone for so so long, always having to look out for herself and only herself because no one else was. So the type of character growth everybody wanted could not in anyway ever happen in a 9 episode series. It is impossible and would have just been so untrue and wrong to the character.

The only reason she cared about Billy in the first place is because she projected her son onto him. Even when all the clues were right in front of her eyes about his true identity, she wanted to cling on to the hope that Nicky was back. So it’s kind of hard to figure out who she actually cares about. Billy? Or just the parts of him that remind her of her own son? Especially when she seems to care about him quite a bit before betraying him.

But, I think betrayal is so ingrained in Agatha. She always has had to put herself first, in her mind it’s either betray or be betrayed, so she chooses her own survival over his. Keep in mind that right before, she had heard him say ‘ Agatha Harkness will never be more than a covenless witch’. (She remembers this since she mentions it after betraying him) That was when he thought he was all alone with Jennifer. So obviously, when Billy later on says ‘you’re not so bad’ Agatha Harkness who has been betrayed so much by her own community, by her own witchkin, who just heard him say what he did behind her back, won’t trust him. Won’t trust that he really cares about her or sees the good in her. At least not enough to sacrifice her own life. Not when she’s spent literal centuries protecting it. So she does what she has always done to survive. And she betrays him.

But, Agatha has grown. She’s learnt that not all witches will turn against her. That some witches, will even sacrifice themselves to protect her (Lilia and Alice) She helped Billy find his brother’s soul and find a body for it, she wouldn’t have done that in ep1, she would’ve made him power her up first at least. She actually listened to Lilia’s advice, smth I’m not sure she would’ve done either had it been the same witch in ep1. And I think her kissing Rio was a way for her to show a tiny bit of forgiveness. Of understanding. She could’ve stolen her powers in any other way but she chose to do it by full on making out. I like to think she kissed her because she didn’t know if she could touch Rio when she became a ghost and wanted to have one last kiss with her. That perhaps is the biggest growth for Agatha. Forgiveness and letting down her guard again. Forgiving her community and forgiving Rio. The two biggest heartbreaks of her life.

This doesn’t mean she doesn’t have more to grow, but we have not been watching the same show if you think she didn’t progress at all.

[pruesgaultier]

lets talk: agatha all along finale

ahead: spoilers obvi, and my VERY annoyed thoughts read at your own risk. and remember something VERY important: these are MY thoughts, MY opinions on MY page.

before i get into the bad, which there was a lot of imo, lets talk about what i loved

☆ i loved that jen got away and got her powers back. i really love her character and i hope we see her again. still crazy how agatha is the one who bound her like omg ???? good for her love that diva

☆ i love the agatha and nicky scenes. and then creating the ballad together, soooo sweet. she was such a good mom im so sad

☆ i love the alice part as heartbreaking as it was

☆ the part where billy created the makeshift grave for alice, lilia, and sharon

☆ "MY LOVE" "YOU LOVE ME" "WHY DON'T YOU WANT ME" im sickkkk they're absolutely insane and i love them so so much

☆ rio planting the flowers over agatha's grave, im sickkkk

☆ AGATHARIO KISS !!! was so so beautiful and passionate i love them.

☆ ghost agatha is sexy, don't know how i feel about her hair tho. some angles i like it, some angles i dont

now what did i hate, just about everything else.

☆ i hate how the first time we get a lesbian kiss in marvel, one of them dies. the bury your gays trope is so fucking tired. wrap it up. i don't care about male gay rep because they already had it in the mcu with eternals, it's not fair that when lesbians finally get rep, we don't get to keep it.

☆ not only do i just not fucking like billy, i hate how so much of this show centered around him, like if this was supposed to get me excited and into billy, it failed drastically. FUCK BILLY ??? WHO CARES ??? the show is called agatha all along and i feel like it was billy all along in too many parts. we didnt even get to see too much of her because of HIM. ALSO her sacrificing herself just to end up basically being his ghost side kick is also stupid. because while i get agatha not being able to face her son again, then why kill her ? why not let her live, what because he's a maximoff that we're supposed to see in later projects ??? like who gives a shit.

✧ they put entirely too much of this show on wiccan / joe's popularity and it didnt work nor make sense.

☆ also, on the topic of billy, i don't get why agatha just didnt drain his power and kill him. i know she made the deal with rio and stuff but he could've reincarnated into another body and they could continue wiccan's journey like that but in a different body. it honestly just seems like marvel sacrificed agatha to keep joe locke and its like who fucking cares.

☆ i hate how im left with more questions than answers.

✧ how and why did rio and agatha get married? agatha has been killing witches for so long, and im assuming rio appeared everytime, when did they get together?

✧ rio referes to nicholas as nicky, why? from what we saw in those 6 years agatha and nicky were together, she wasn't there.

✧ why did they make it seem like we would see them raising nicky together?

✧ they described agathario's history as "long and complicated", yet we never saw that or the aftermath of their relationship after rio took nicky? did rio and nicky meet before? because he seemed to know her or at least not be scared enough to feel "stranger danger" like what happened.

✧ in episode 4, we get agathario almost kiss and hat seemed like a healing moment for them and in the end we get agatha never wanting to see rio again ? why ? what happened that we didn't see for this seemingly drastic change.

✧ in ep 5, rio very clearly hates agatha's mother and refuses to let agatha go with her, and obviously we as an audience can infer the reason why, agatha told her what happened but still.

✧ how did the agatha trading nicky for the darkhold rumor even start ? agatha gave birth alone in the woods and gave him a completely different name, who knew about her son ? how did they find out ? im sooo confused by all of this

i love this show, or at least the concept, but i don't love the execution. it was supposed to be about us learning and getting to know agatha and i honestly feel like i don't know her at all. i loved eps 1-4 and ep 7, everything else, eh.

thanks for coming to my ted talk !

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Death and the Scarlet Witch

"She tried to wreck my life, destroy my family, literally murder me after she thought she'd stolen my power," Wanda says, using her fingers to count off all of Agatha's crimes. "She also tormented me with my past and lied to me. A lot."

That does, Rio has to admit, sound like the woman she loves. Especially the lying part. She can't keep a smile off her face.

This probably makes slightly more sense if you've read Scarlet. Rio goes to visit the Scarlet Witch, during the time Wanda is hanging out in that cabin at the end of Wandavision studying the Darkhold.

This one has warnings for lots of mentions of death, small-d, and also Rio is not always very nice. She is, however, very romantic over Agatha.

Death is everywhere. She is on a Road that doesn’t exist and, in that same second, she is next to the hospital bed of a young man, both of them ignoring the flurry of activity around them as nurses and doctors try valiantly to save a life that has already passed into her hands.

“I wasn’t ready,” he says.

“Most people aren’t,” Death replies. “How was what you had?”

He thinks about it, then gives her a tentative smile. “It was pretty good?"

She offers him her hand. “Sometimes, that’s the best you get.”

In the same blink of an eye, she sits on wet pavement next to woman staring at a mess of twisted metal.

“I wasn’t ready,” the stranger says.

Rio keeps her sigh internal. “Most people—“

An elderly woman in a nursing home. A child swimming where they shouldn’t have been. A man killed in a fight gone wrong.

Death is everywhere she needs to be.

And simultaneously, she is at a cabin in a beautiful, remote wilderness, a cabin that radiates an achingly familiar dark power.

She pushes open the door, startles a woman making herself a cup of tea, and has to hastily deflect the bolt of red energy flung toward her.

It isn't a very good deflection and in her head, she can hear Agatha murmuring, you’re so sloppy. You have so much power, but your technique—

Yes, Ags, I know. Shush now.

“Hi,” Death says. “I’m Rio.”

The woman stares at her, then gives a short, mirthless laugh. “I know who you are,” she says. “You have followed me all my life.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Rio says.

She can’t help but notice that Wanda is beautiful.

Not like that. No one is beautiful like Agatha, frustrating, gorgeous monster that she is. No, Wanda Maximoff is beautiful like an apocalypse. She is the end of any number of worlds, the potential for a sea of corpses the likes of which even Rio has never seen.

It does amuse Rio to imagine how jealous Agatha would be, though, were she here. She always hates when Rio is looking at anyone but her.

Rio never is, of course. Not really.

“What do you want?” Wanda asks, snapping her back to this moment alongside a million others. “Is it—is it my time?”

She sounds so hopeful.

"No," Rio admits. "I wanted to talk."

She isn't sure what she wants, not really. Revenge, maybe, but why should she? Agatha doesn't deserve her fury, would scorn her protection.

Rio wants to protect her anyway.

Still, there are rules. She can't simply take Wanda. And she's made enough exceptions for Agatha already.

Wanda's laugh turns softer and simultaneously more hollow. "To talk. Death wants to talk to me. Why not? I feel at this point we should be good friends, you and I." She sits in a chair that wasn't there a moment ago, and Rio is coming to the interesting realization that Wanda is not entirely well.

Agatha had told her once that the Darkhold broke weak minds. She'd told her that while throwing bolts of dark magic at Rio and crowing over her success in having mastered the Book of the Damned, of course, but the point still stands.

"Lots of people die," Rio says. "You aren't special."

"Aren't I? Aren't I special? The Scarlet Witch," she says the words with too much emphasis, drags her voice over the sounds. "There's a whole chapter on me in the Darkhold, did you know? If that is not special, I don't know what is." She laughs again and there has never been a more humorless sound.

"Riiiight," Rio says. She's starting to think she doesn't need to enact revenge, she can sit back and let the universe take its course.

Feels a little passive, though.

"What more can you take from me?" Wanda asks. "What more can I lose?"

Yeah, I'm trying to figure that out too, she thinks. "I'm not here to take," she lies. If Agatha can do it, so can she.

"…Do you understand grief? Can you?" Wanda asks without prelude, and now Rio isn't sure this broken woman, sitting in a chair that doesn't exist, is talking to her at all.

She's also starting to notice a very interesting similarity between that chair and a certain Road she's currently walking, a Road she always knew wasn't real.

"I do understand grief,” she says, no lies this time. There is something she grieves more deeply than she'd ever thought possible.

Wanda is still talking, still mostly to herself. "I had a husband. I had children. I had everything I ever wanted."

"The ones you made with magic?" It had taken her some time to find Agatha—she isn't sure how long, she's never been good with time—to find the strange little town and the stranger situation her beloved had gotten herself into this time. But find and save her she did, unsticking her from that miserable curse.

Not that Agatha had appreciated Rio sweeping in to save her. She never does.

Still, she remembers Agatha screaming herself awake, sobbing in Rio’s arms, and she does hope there is something more she can take from the Scarlet Witch.

Wanda nods in listless agreement, that family, the fake magic ones.

How fake is suddenly a very interesting question.

"Hey, I want to ask you something," Rio says.

Wanda only nods again, staring vacantly into the past with the expression of a woman who has not fully lived in the present for some time.

"When you broke the spell, you also broke a woman's mind and left her in that place, imagining she was someone else. Someone even more annoying. Why'd you do it, Wanda?"

Now Wanda's attention snaps to her, rivulets of scarlet magic racing up her neck and down her arms, and oh, she is dangerous, all that power with so little control. Rio can picture Agatha's sneer.

"Agatha," Wanda hisses the name. "Is that who you're here to ask me about? Death has come all this way to ask me about Agatha Harkness?"

"That's the one," Rio agrees.

"She tried to wreck my life, destroy my family, literally murder me after she thought she'd stolen my power," Wanda says, using her fingers to count off all of Agatha's crimes. "She also tormented me with my past and lied to me. A lot."

That does, Rio has to admit, sound like the woman she loves. Especially the lying part. She can't keep a smile off her face. "Still. Aren't you supposed to be the good guy?"

"Not that good, I guess," Wanda says, and now even more of her attention is focused on this conversation. Though much like Rio, some part of her always lives elsewhere.

Motorcycle accident. Liver failure. A bad heart. Death deals with all of them without taking her eyes off the Scarlet Witch.

"Agatha did also break you out of your weird sitcom project," Rio points out. "Made you realize that what you were doing was hurting people. Did you know, I wonder? What you were doing to them? Did you know and try to ignore it, in order to keep everything you wanted?"

Wanda comes to her feet, surges like a wave, staggers like a corpse. Her teeth bare with fury, her eyes leak pain. "Of course I didn't! Are you just here to torment me?! Do you think that I don't have nightmares about what I did to those people? Do you know what I lost to make it right?"

Wow, she's dramatic.

"She only did it because she wanted my power. I was in her head. That woman has never done a single kind thing for anyone in her life, not without getting something in return," Wanda continues and Rio can't hold back her laughter, high-pitched, shrill giggles that contain a note of unfettered delight.

"You've got that right," she agrees, and ugh, she wants Agatha, Agatha smiling, Agatha laughing, Agatha complaining about things not happening fast enough, Agatha kissing her—

Agatha whirling her around with a crown of flowers in her hair, her expression that of someone being tortured on the rack. Agatha, laughing too loudly, cheeks flushed with cheap beer, toasting to them both. Agatha, explaining some ritual in intricate detail while she inscribes runes, talking to Rio mostly to keep herself on track.

Agatha, in their bed, lit by the fireplace behind her, head on her hand, looking at Rio like she hasn't in centuries. "I've missed you," she admits, with a sly smile. "I've been thinking. You and I always made a great team. What do you say we get the band back together?"

This isn't right. This isn't how it happened.

"Can you forgive me?" Rio asks anyway, hating how desperate she sounds.

Somewhere a man falls from the top of a building, several stories too high for survival to be a possibility and lives anyway.

"Of course I can," Agatha says. "I love you."

Hah, as if. Even during their best times, Agatha never would have said it so easily. But her hand is on Rio's cheek, and she's so warm, she feels so real. It would be so easy to lean forward and kiss her.

There’s something important she's forgetting.

An ICU has a quiet night, no deaths even among their most critical patients.

"Rio, kiss me," Agatha prompts, and the smile on her lips is so close to being right, a taunting, teasing, tormenting expression. "My love, come to bed."

This is what she wants, isn't it? This is what she's always wanted, Agatha, gentled a little, sweeter, softer, but still the woman she loves.

No, she thinks, this isn’t what I want. I want the real thing. I want the jagged edges, I want the cruelty and the manipulation and the way she screws up her face before she says anything even slightly romantic. I want the way she makes big, sweeping gestures to prove her own power, the way she kisses me like she owns me, the way she sings silly, made up songs to herself when she thinks no one is listening and how she can never sit still, not even for a minute—

I want my Agatha.

A girl falls from her bike, in front of a car and—

Death roars back into the world.

Now it’s Rio’s turn to stagger, as reality reasserts itself. "...You got into my head," she says, and she's still so shocked that she's not even angry about it, only impressed. "Congratulations, no one has ever done that before, not even Ags."

No wonder Agatha went after Wanda. Enough power to, however briefly, divert Death. And suddenly, she's very glad that Agatha, who at least claims to hate her, did not succeed in gaining that power, no matter how much Rio loves her.

"You love her," Wanda murmurs. "You really—kind of creepily—love her."

Rio throws her head back and laughs, a shrill, sharp sound, the squeal of tires on the road, the scream of witnesses. "I do," she admits. "I really, really do."

"I could see you, for a moment. The whole of you," Wanda continues. "All the places you are. All those people. So many, all the time. I don’t know how you stand it." She sags suddenly, leans her weight against the much more real counter. "…Can I ask you something?"

"Go for it."

"When I die, will I see them again? My boys and Vis?"

"Yes," Death says, with absolute certainty. "You'll see them again."

Wanda sinks to the floor, pulls her knees to her chest and shakes with relief, tears rolling silently down her cheeks. "That's all. That's all I needed to know."

"Not yet, though. It isn't your time. You still have things to do," Rio says. "Because you know what, Wanda?"

Wanda only stares up at her, face slick with tears.

"You're right. Death will follow you all your life. In fact, I think we'll be seeing each other again very soon," Rio says, letting her mask drop, and she can see her own skinless reflection in Wanda's widening eyes. "You and me? We are going to have so much fun."

Then, as Wanda starts to form a question, Death is gone. After all, how could she take Wanda now? There is still so much the Scarlet Witch can give her, so many bodies.

Besides, it would be breaking the rules.

But it turns out that there is something of Wanda's she can take. Something waiting for her on a Road that doesn't exist, something she's overlooked, something Agatha, manipulative as always, has been hiding in plain sight.

Rio will make certain that Wanda sees her boys again.

She leaves the cabin, but remains everywhere else.

Somewhere a girl sobs on her shoulder and Death pats her back with practiced movements, perfected over millennia. In that same blink of an eye, she holds an old woman's hand, kisses an old man's cheek, listens patiently to a priest perform his own last rites and guides a protection witch beyond the veil.

Then she steps back onto the Road, hands behind her head, whistling to herself. She's going to go find Agatha. She's already annoyed by all that has been kept from her, and she has no doubt it will be a fight, one where her beloved will probably say something manipulative, cruel or both.

Still, even knowing all of that, she can’t wait to see the real thing.

Want to read something sad? Try Nicky

Want to read something fluffy? Try Flirting

Want to read more Rio thinking about Agatha? Try the thief

[roots-symphony]

what's so interesting is that agatha and nicky clearly had their cons well-oiled, and at the end it seems they even started turning their song into a part of it as well, like i don't think that was the first time nicky sang that song for an audience and they used it to lure witches (i do think it's the first time that it /technically/ didn't work), and how after nicky died it continued to gain popularity and be so well-known it became a legend, and along with that agatha being known as the only survivor of the road and people (like billy) seeking her out to walk it or just for knowledge of it. and i think that had been the idea when they first started using it as a con. making it so they no longer had to travel and scavenge, using it as a lure to bring the witches to them in order to keep nicky alive, but only one small misstep and rio got him anyway

and then thinking about how lorna, who had a generational curse placed upon her family that is going to kill both her and her daughter and who desperately wants to see her daughter survive, heard this song and created her own version to use as a protection spell for her daughter and, like agatha did before her, she made her version so well-known and so popular that years and years after death it's still protecting her daughter, until ultimately her daughter was finally able to use it to break the curse and save herself

idk just.. they're like two sides of the same coin, or distorted mirrors of each other

agathas love was so powerful and so strong that death gave nicky time

lornas love was so powerful and so strong that the ballad gave alice time and even freed her

if nicky hadnt been taken that night, could it have eventually freed him as well? rio said agatha used the dark magic of the darkhold to hide herself from rio, so was that the end goal? they'd continue to lure witches to both keep nicky alive and to have agatha become powerful enough to forever keep them hidden?

[anasui-at-disneyland]

Chelsea Van Der Zee - Villain Re-Write

Chelsea is probably the one thing that makes me feel conflicted the most about this movie:

I love her chemistry with Ruby and the scenes where is just them hanging out is by far the most entertaining parts of the movie

I hate her as a villain because she´s on the level of "I´m evil because the plot needs a villain" (and her twist being Nerissa downright sucked).

With that in mind, this is a bit of my "re-write" of her as a villain to give her a bit more depth:

*Most of the events of the movie remains the same, just modifying the bits with Chelsea

Make her Nerissa´s actual daughter (because that twist was dumb, came out of nowhere and I´m dying on that hill).

2. After her mother´s death on her battle against Agatha, she´s raised by the Mermaid kingdom´s courtiers basically her entire childhood.

3. She´s indoctrinated into believing Krakens aren´t these so called protectors of the sea, but rather they heavily police the rest of the kingdoms so they can´t expand their reach and keep that territory all for themselves (That way, just like Ruby, she´s being told the other side is in the wrong).

4. Through her life she develops a passion for all kinds sea creatures, and isn´t to fond of the idea she was taugth about Krakens controlling how much other sea kingdoms can expand.

5. The courtiers tell her there´s a way to bring her mother back AND to lower Kraken´s power so the sea territories can be balanced, and it´s by spell/ritual that involves the trident and Kraken´s blood.

6. She meets Ruby, and upon realising she´s a Kraken, at first sticks with her to manipulate her so she can retrieve the trident and take her blood to bring back her mother.

7. Over time, she actually starts bonding with Ruby over their shared interest over sea creatures and get to know each other backgrounds, so propose to her to get the trident as a peace sign between both kingdoms to reach balance (By this point, it plays a lot like in the actual movie, only that Chelsea still omitts the Kraken´s blood part because she believes Ruby would not accept if she knew that detail).

8. Ruby brings back the trident, and when Chelsea is preparing the spell, she stabs Ruby´s arm-tentacle, a weakened Ruby is baffled by this and Chelsea tells her it was necessary for the plan and she has to understand.

9. The trident reacts to Kraken´s blood and manifests Nerissa´s soul, to which Chelsea greets her mother as is the first time she sees her since she was a child.

10. Chelsea explains she learnt eveything about her and the courtier´s plan to balance the sea territories, and she even convinced Ruby, the heir of the Kraken´s throne to the plan.

11. When Chelsea asks how the trident could do all of that, Nerissa says that the trident never was intended as a peace sign, but rather a weapon with enough power to kill a Kraken, and when the Krakens are gone, all sea creatures would unite and obey the Mermaid kingdom as the supreme sea kingdom, and the ones to no comply would run into the same fate as Krakens.

12. By this point both Ruby and Chelsea see both of them got played, Ruby by accepting to the spell and Chelsea by trusting the courtier´s plan, now not only Ruby´s family is at risk, but pretty much every other creature on the sea.

13. Chelsea tells Nerissa that the plan is complete madness, and as heir of the throne of her kingdom, she wouldn´t let it happen, to which Nerissa says that she no longer has a voice on it since she was back as queen, and the role she plays on her plan is being her avatar to wield the trident, and that for starters, she was going to get rid of Ruby.

14. Chelsea refuses, Nerissa tells her how dissappointed she is that her daughter is so weak, but she got a contingency plan for that, if Chelsea doesn´t do it herself, then she would.

15. Nerissa´s souls enters Chelsea´s body to control her, but while Chelsea still has some control she struggles against the possesion, tells Ruby to escape and pushes her to give her a headstart, letting Ruby to get into a sea current, pushing her away while she sees Chelsea falling to her mother´s control and starting to grow.

16. Ruby gets to the Kraken´s palace and tells her mom and grandma everything that happened (the big kaiju fight takes place as normal).

17. Once the trident is shattered, Nerissa´s soul vanishes and Chelsea shrinks back to her normal size several meters mid air, to which Ruby rushes to catch her, saving her from the fall.

18. Upon waking up and staring at Ruby´s giant eyes, Chelsea breaks down after realising how she almost doomed the entire sea AND hurting Ruby (This way we can see Chelsea on a phase we never saw her before, instead of being bossy and self-confident, she´s now doubtful of herself and the things she did).

19. Ruby´s grandma tell Ruby to bring Chelsea to her so she can fry her, to which Ruby refuses (Just like in the actual movie, despite everything that went down, Ruby still advocates for Chelsea´s life).

20. There´s a talk between the 3 royal Krakens (Grandmamah, Agatha and Ruby) about what they should do with the trident´s shards, since it´s too dangerous if it´s assembled back.

21. Ruby has an idea and says they could scatter all parts across the sea, so there´s no way someone could find all of them, to which Grandmamah and Agatha recognise it might be a good idea, with the issue that they being as big as they are, that would draw to much attention and would risk to spot the shards.

22. Chelsea still shocked by everything that just went down, overhears their talk and says that she could scatter all the shard, since being smaller she would pass on as a regular fish.

23. Grandmamah and Agatha immediatly turns down her initiative after all that happened and how she backstabed Ruby, to which, Ruby stands up for Chelsea and tells her mom and grandma that she would be dead and couldn´t be able to alert them about Nerissa´s return not being that Chelsea fought back against her mother.

24. After some time pondering about it, they accept the initiative, under 2 conditions, those being that Chelsea must hide the shard where they tell her too being escorted by a guard, even if that includes land as well, AND, once she´s done with it, she must stay at the palace, since they don´t want to risk another betrayal (by doing this, Chelsea is given the chance to redeem herself, without immediatly being forgiven so she can work on her character for a possible sequel).

25. Chelsea accepts her new duty, and after they give her the map and her designated guard to start her journey, she goes to Ruby to say her farewells, hoping that Ruby will forgive her, to which Ruby says it may take some time, but she is grateful that she once gave her the determination to embrace her Kraken self and becoming better, so she will be waiting for her to comeback.

I know that this re-write may come as a long, dramatic and a bit corny (because it´s all of that, I recognize that), but that´s because I wanted to write both Ruby and Chelsea as 2 sides of the same coin:

Both of them were taught about the dangers of another sea creatures.

Both of them had good intentions at heart wanting to make the sea a better place.

Both of them got their trust played with and in consecuence got hurt by it.

I just really like Chelsea´s character and design that much that I don´t want her to go to waste to not be seen again.

___

But sadly, things are set in stone now, and unless they decide to do some crazy retconing for a sequel/series, we will be stuck with Nerissa "NO Chelsea" Van Der Zee.

But hey, not everything is doomed, in the words of Luz Noceda:

...

Hey, if you´re still reading this actual wall of text, you deserve a pat on the back, I knew this was LOOOOONG.

[ennn]

Finale predictions for Agatha All Along

Time to lock in your bets! Here's what I guess/expect will happen based on shots from trailers/promos. 'Tis in good fun and some of these I'm definitely more confident about than others -- under a cut because this post is a long one:

The Earth trial in episode 8 is focused on Billy because he is part of the coven. I expect it to tackle the question raised of "Am I Billy or am I William?" I mean, we know he's both but I'm sure they'll execute a dramatic answer. I'm guessing Agatha's grabbing his head for a spell to unlock his suppressed memories and power.

The trial should still have a heavy death theme (the characters emerge from body bags when entering the area). Someone (apologies i forgot who) mentioned that it makes sense because Billy should be dead and in the earth. The danger of the trial is being buried alive.

At some point during the trial I guess Agatha tells Billy and Jen something about Nicky as there's a promo shot with her holding the locket open and saying "death". I assume both Billy and Jen hear this as there seems to be only one big cell of a room. Yay coven bonding time!

I guess we'll get a split of Agatha backstory flashbacks across Episode 8 and 9. I do expect an Agatha and Rio flashback kiss happening in 8 and flashbacks would make sense if Agatha's telling her story to the two of them during 8.

So, we know from ep 7 that there are ways to leave the Road without completing it.

Given we get a shot of Jen crawling out of the ground at what looks like the outskirts of Westview near the town sign, I'm guessing Agatha's going to get Jen and Billy off the Road before the End by tricking or outmanoeuvring them somehow (credit to @trickofthelights for this idea by the way).

Agatha's actually trying to keep them safe from Death but they'll think she's a manipulative asshole (just when they were bonding!). I call it the Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways plot thing.

Before they split Billy gets a clue of what Agatha's up to when his mind-reading power unexpectedly kicks in – the setup I talked about here. Either Agatha is too distracted in the moment to shield her mind or she deliberately does so to give him a hint.

There's also a promo shot of Billy doing his blue magic over what looks like the entrance to the Road. He's wearing different clean clothes so I guess he and Jen have been out of the Road long enough to clean up and probably work out what Agatha's really up to. I'm guessing Billy's doing something to help Agatha or influence the Road. He's emotional enough that his magic kicks in. Probably where he suits up as Wiccan.

Agatha and Rio face off in the final "battle" and Agatha gets absolutely wrecked because throwing hands with Death with zero powers ain't gonna work any better the second time.

I doubt the fight will be a straightforward one, even after Agatha gets her powers back. Schaeffer doesn't like simple, black-and-white conflicts. See: the Black Widow movie and Wandavision where even Agatha who was really being self-serving made valid points.

And I don't think Death herself can be defeated in a conventional sense. As a genre-savvy rule, even if you are able to, binding or trapping or hindering a personification of Death is usually a bad thing (can you believe I looked up the recent Puss in Boots movie for further validation on this). You shouldn't mess with Death because it messes with the natural order and witches are supposed to be rooted in nature.

My guess is with Rio some kind of balance needs to be restored, Agatha owes some kind of debt that needs to be paid – before the Road can give her what she needs. This goes back to the initial concept Schaeffer had before Rio of a "debt collector".

I'm also still hanging onto my theory that something is up with that crystal gem thing Death looks to be holding now but was previously wearing. What is that in her left hand?