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Ours Together

Agatha Harkness x Reader x Rio Vidal

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: Spoilers for Agatha All Along (entire series), Angsty, hurt/comfort (ig), Happy ending, Familiar!Reader, Familiar lore for this: They are weakened when away from the witch they are connected with, being with the witch amplifies powers, think of the familiar here as some mythical creature close to a witch but not exactly

Summary: When Agatha and coven summon a Green Witch to the road, they're surprised to be met with 2 people instead of 1. You yourself we're surprised and disappointed to be trapped with Rio and Agatha

An: Another one so soon... they're on my mind

Masterlist | Part 2

“Uh who is that?”

The coven was so distracted by Agatha’s reaction to Rio, that no one saw you struggling to climb out of the ground behind her.

“I’m Y/n, and I could use some assistance,” you say stretching out your hand.

Teen and Alice are the one’s that eventually help you out of the ground.

“I though we only summoned one witch,” Jen eyes you skeptically.

“I'm sorry what?”

You take in your surroundings frowning at the darkness. Your frown grows even larger when you spot Rio and Agatha.

“We're on the witch's road and-”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Beg pardon?”

“The witch’s road it’s-”

You shake your head, “Not real.”

“Then explain this sweetheart?” Agatha speaks and you glare at her.

“You of all people know that the road is a scam,” your jaw clenches as you speak to her.

“You’re more feisty than I remember, pet,” her voice keeps a teasing aura around it.

“Don’t call me that,” you snap at her, voice echoing, with your eyes being absorbed black.

The outburst makes everyone except Rio and Agatha jump back.

“Now, now ladies play nice,” Rio interjects.

“Send me home, now,” you speak to her.

Rio tilts her head, “I think I to want to stay awhile, just to see how things turn out.”

You groan and move to walk in the back of the pack. Agatha refocuses the group and they continue to move forward.

You watch as Rio attempts to rile up Agatha. You see the woman in purple stiffen a few times, throwing her hands around wildly. It makes you want to laugh, centuries pass, but her mannerisms stay easy to read.

Once Rio has had enough of Agatha she trails to the end of group by your side.

“Long time no see hot stuff,” she tries.

“Not long enough,” you shoot back at her.

Rio pouts, “I thought you came along to be reunited.”

“You know I have to go with you if you're summoned liked that,” you mumble mostly to yourself.

“Oh that's right, because we’re fated for each other,” Rio says dreamily.

“Because I'm your familiar,” you correct her.

She shrugs, “Same thing.”

You redirect the conversation, “Why haven't we left yet? You know as well as I do that this is not real.”

Her eyes shift to the ground, “You haven't missed her? Even a little?”

You inhale sharply, “Of course I have, but I respect her wanting nothing to do with us. Rio, we can never undo what we did to her.”

“It wasn't our fault,” her fist clench at her sides.

You guard drops for a moment. Your hand finds it’s way into her grip.

“I know,” you speak solemnly.

“Sometimes I wish-”

You squeeze her hand, “Don’t you dare. I loved him, you loved him, and she loved him.”

“I don’t understand why she let’s people think those things about her.”

“If there’s one thing Agatha still cares about, it’s her image. That’s one of the few marks on her life where she’s soft and no one can know that,” you whisper.

You feel Rio's eyes lingering on you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I don't want to do this here,” you refuse to look at her.

“Well this is the only chance I’ve gotten with either of you in a long time. I don’t want to waste it,” Rio shifts her gaze ahead of her.

“And who’s fault is that Rio?”

You attempt to take your hand out of her's, but she doesn't let you. You let out an irritated sigh.

“With you, it’s my fault. I’m sorry I pushed you away.”

You didn't think you'd ever hear Death apologize. It was unexpected and you didn't know how to respond. You wanted to forgive her, but was this all she had to do to regain your trust?

“Did you know it hurts physically to keep my distance from you? As your familiar I’m supposed to stay relatively close to you. When I’m not it’s like my body is burning inside. I had to get used to that feeling after you kicked me out of your life. This is the first time in over 2 centuries that I'm not in pain.”

“I thought you would’ve come back,” she says it with more sorrow than sarcasm.

“Why would I, when it felt like you didn't want me?”

Your eyes lock on Agatha’s figure, “I wasn’t enough for you, either of you.”

Rio stops walking, “You were enough. You are enough. I became obsessed with finding Agatha and it sent me down a darker path than I realized. I wanted to find her so desperately that I let it affect things between us.”

You finally meet her eyes, “I loved her too. I feel like you always forgot, that my heart beats for her. That I belong to her just like I belong to you. I was already hurting then and then you-”

“Let’s move it losers the next trial is waiting,” Agatha says from the entrance of a house, that was not there before.

You finally free your hand from Rio's, “Forget it.”

You walk faster hoping to avoid anymore of this conversation. You go through the door and when you do it’s like you're in the 70’s.

The rest of the coven finds a mirror to check out their wardrobe. Teen points out a potential way to trigger the task and then they disperse. Leaving only you, Agatha, and Rio.

“Well don’t you look good enough to eat, sweetheart,” Agatha comes up behind you.

You turn getting ready to say something snarky, but your eyes are immediately drawn to the low cut of her shirt. The exposed skin looking better than you had remembered it. You begin to wonder if it still felt soft too.

“Boo,” Rio pops up behind Agatha.

You notice that Rio’s shirt also has a deep v cut. It makes you chuckle a bit.

“What’s so funny?” Agatha says, clearly annoyed by Rio’s presence.

“I just think it’s funny the road gave you matching deep V’s.”

Rio chimes in, “It’s because we go together. Don’t we, Agatha?”

“No,” Agatha walks away after that.

You see Rio briefly deflate and you place a hand on her shoulder, “You’ll get her champ.”

“And you?” She looks at you in only the way that she can. Doe eyes, warmth & sorrow mixed together, pleading for the best outcome.

“I’m your familiar, Rio. Eventually it’s in my best interest to come back to you,” you reply and try to walk off.

“You are my love, Y/n. More than you’re my familiar,” her words stop you.

“Good to know,” is all you can manage to say before walking off.

You look around a bit, wondering exactly how this was all possible. You knew that road wasn't real, so where were you? What was this, and how did Agatha manage to get others to do this with her?

You notice after awhile Agatha and Rio are missing. Against your better judgment you look for them. You find them in what looks like a producer’s area. They’re stood next to each other talking about the glory days.

You don’t interfere until you see Agatha’s hand slide across the intercom. Before Rio can fall into Agatha’s poorly executed trap, you clear your throat interrupting the conversation.

You walk over cautiously, and fit yourself in-between the pair, effectively moving Agatha away from the intercom.

“Planning a character assassination so soon, Agatha? What’s the rush?”

Rio’s eyes land on the intercom and she laughs, “Clever as the day we met.”

“I see you’re taking her side again,” Agatha says pointedly.

“I never took sides and you know that,” you fire back at her.

Agatha scoffs, “Well you came out of the dirt together so…”

“You know how the summoning work Agatha, don’t play dumb,” you counter.

Agatha throws her hands up in exasperation, “So what, I’m supposed to believe that you two haven’t been living it up together this whole time.”

“Why do you think I was alone when I came to see Agnes?” Rio interjects.

Agatha stumbled for a moment, “Because it would’ve been weird to have another person with you in my show.”

“I haven’t seen Rio in close to 300 years,” you admit.

“ Boo hoo poor baby. That doesn’t have anything to do with me,” Agatha mocks you.

Your voice takes on an echo again, “IT HAS EVERYTHING TO DO WITH YOU! YOU LEFT ME!”

Your argument is interrupted by some loud distorted sound. It makes you cover your ears and close your eyes. You gather around Teen who played the record as a clue. The room begins to spin backwards like the record and the sound intensifies.

Agatha smashes the record player on the ground which immediately stops the song.

Lilia speaks up, “We’ve been cursed.”

Its only a matter of seconds before she screeches and hits the floor.

You see this and start muttering under your breath. Alice springs into action taking Rio’s knife and carving a circle around Lilia.

You keep chanting to yourself. Everyone but Agatha and Rio were concerned around Lilia.

“What are you doing?” Agatha questions, but you just keep chanting.

Your fingertips glow dully as you touch them to your shoulders.

“I am protecting myself,” you say once you’re finished.

Jen gets hit next and once again Alice draws a circle around her. Teen also gets attacked, being flung through the glass mirror. Alice reveals that the curse is hers after that. It’s generational, meaning that it is harder to expel than most.

“We have to sing the ballad,” Agatha says.

She goes back and forth with Alice before they come to an agreement. Everyone picks up and instrument except you. You sit as an audience member.

“What, you’re too cool to play?” Jen asks.

“You don’t need me to play, so I’m not playing,” you shoot back.

Teen tries to encourage you, “The more people we have, the easier this might be.”

Your eyes are engulfed by black once more and your voice echoes dangerously , “I’m not playing that song.”

Agatha can’t help but look at Rio in that moment. The pair are the only ones who know why you aren’t interested in singing the song.

“Let’s just start,” Agatha begins singing before anymore arguments could be made.

You hate what has become of the song. Nicky’s sweet song, was now the witch killer’s anthem. You felt like it was disgraceful. It hurt you even more when Agatha did nothing to stop the song from becoming some rock anthem. Finding out that Lorna used it to protect her own daughter softened the blow a little bit, but not entirely.

Watching them preform you notice Teen wincing while holding the guitar. Your eyes scan his body looking for indicators of injury. It’s not highly noticeable, but you spot blood seeping through his side.

Against your own beliefs you stand and begin to walk over to him. You sing the tune lowly under your breath, before taking the guitar from him.

You can see he wants to argue but you nod your head towards the seating area. Your eyes drop to his side to let him know, that you know that he’s hurt.

He looks annoyed, but takes a seat anyway opting to just sing the ballad instead.

Your eyes lock with Rio’s and you glance towards the kid. She shakes her head slightly and you focus on playing the song.

Once Alice defeats her curse, Teen is laid across the sitting area. His breathes are shallow. Agatha is the first to rush over to him.

“He’s bleeding we got to get him out of here.”

You all take him back to the road and lay him across a large stone. You sit back with Rio watching the group panic. The most panic being evident in Agatha.

She turns to Rio, “Don’t.”

The woman beside you makes no gesture. Agatha starts pleading with Jen to fix it.

“She needs water and moonlight,” you speak up.

It seems to give the potions witch an idea. Alice gathers the water and Jen starts chanting in the moonlight. She pours the water over Teen’s injury and it starts to close up.

Agatha’s gaze falls upon you and Rio once more. Before she goes to help move Teen.

“You’re here for him, why?” You ask the woman beside you.

“That’s not his body. I can’t just-”

You shake your head, “You can. So why don’t you want to?”

“Once is already pushing the limit, but to let him get away with it twice. It’s not fair, it’s unbalanced,” Rio argues.

“What is 2 souls to the hundreds of thousands that perish daily? You have William and you will have the other. You and I both know that you don’t need the body to reap the soul.”

She sits quietly, no reply on her tongue.

“I think you’re here because Agatha is here,” you say.

She glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth, “Does it not bother you that she walks down this road with another woman’s son pretending that he’s ours? She knows he’s not.”

You look at the ground.

“I know you hate it, just like you hate what they did to his song,” Rio pushes further.

“Grief is different for everyone. Agatha is still grieving and I don't think she’ll ever stop. I can’t blame her, I grieve him every day. I know you do too,” you speak softly, getting up from your spot.

You leave her with those words. Maybe you shouldn’t seek her out, but you look for Agatha.

You come across the camp set up before you find Agatha.

“Do you have any scars Y/n?” Lilia is the one to ask.

You take a seat around the fire.

“A bunch, physical and emotional,” you lift your shirt.

There's a long scar that goes diagonally across your stomach. Your finger caresses it gently.

“Jesus Christ,” Alice says.

“It’s fairly new,” you keep your eyes on the scar.

“What happened?” Lilia speaks gently.

It’s then that Agatha and Rio join the circle. They sit on either side of you, both looking at the scar.

“Got captured by some witches. They tried to kill me, harvest my organs, etc.”

“How did you get captured?” Agatha asks, not really believing your story.

Your leg starts to bounce a little, “Well, I wasn’t with anyone else and I hadn’t been around… the people I need for my power to be at my strongest. So I was weak in that sense.”

“How did you escape?” Jen asks.

You shook your head, “I got lucky. They got bored eventually because I um- I can’t really die. They ‘left me for dead’ so to speak, but Death never came for me.”

“You’re immortal?” Alice deadpans.

“No one is immortal, I’m just really hard to kill. I have an intense healing factor,” you admit.

“Then why the scars?”

You keep your gaze low, “Because I didn't have my full power. I had enough to close and heal the wound, but the longer I was there the harder it was to make them pretty.”

You hate the silence that follows.

You hear Agatha roll up her sleeve. She gives a one liner about some coven that she wiped out. It’s funny and everyone laughs. You can see it takes her by surprise and it puts a small smile on your face.

“I have scar,” Rio starts.

“No you don't,” you and Agatha say at the same time.

“Yes, I do,” Rio goes on to describe the most fragile parts of your relationship .

She’s vague but you can hear the hurt in her voice. She finishes the story, but doesn’t look at Agatha.

Agatha storms off first, Rio trailing behind her, and you hesitate but ultimately end up following Rio.

Agatha stands with her back towards the both of you. Rio chooses to stay behind her while you walk around to face her.

Agatha’s head lulls back onto Rio’s shoulder. One of her hands snakes it’s way under your shirt, running the path of the scar. You keep close to her, but don’t move.

She puckers her lips as if to kiss Rio. You can see the fight inside of the original green witch. She wants this so badly, but she must push.

You do it for her. Your hands gently grab Agatha’s face pulling her towards you. You close your eyes as your forehead rests against hers.

“My love, Teen is not-”

“I know,” she whispers, and she starts to pull away.

“Please,” you hold her in place. “Please, let me have you close for a second. Both of you.”

It had been centuries since the three of you were this close. The raging fire inside of you finally resting after all this time. The relief that spread through your body was like a cooling agent.

Rio and Agatha both take notice for the first time, realizing how tense you had been since your appearance on the road.

“How long did they keep you?”

“Some years,” you answer quietly.

Agatha whips around to stare at Rio, “Where were you?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Rio redirects the blame.

“I left her with you so -”

“SHE WASN’T SOMETHING TO BE LEFT!” Rio let’s out an outburst. She takes a deep breath before continuing, “She is our familiar. Not mine, not yours, but ours together Agatha. It hurts her to be apart from either of us.”

“What did you want me to do? Forget what you did to my son?”

“OUR SON,” Rio’s voice booms louder than you ever heard it before. You swear the entire road shakes with the reverb.

You move forward to put a hand on Rio’s shoulder. You can feel her shaking with emotion. At first you think it’s anger, but then you see her tears fall.

“He was our son too Agatha. I didn’t want you to forgive me, I’ve never forgiven myself. I wanted you to mourn with me, with Y/n. I wanted us to have each other because we needed it.,” It’s defeated when Rio says it.

“I did mourn,” Agatha argues back.

“No, you didn’t,” you interrupt them, but your eyes were far away.

“How would you know you weren't there?” Agatha retaliates.

You sigh, “You act like I didn't want to be there. Like I was the one running and hiding. I know you haven't mourned because we wouldn’t be here if you had. We all know that this is not real. You’re singing his song… walking this road with this boy that you want to be him.”

“You can't deny my grief.”

“He asked you not to. You promised him, Aggie. It was his last promise.” Your voice cracks as your tears begin to form. “And you didn’t just break it, you took his song. Our song… and you used it to do the one thing he begged you not to.”

By this point you were choking on your sobs. The sight of you broke Agatha’s heart.

“I was grieving, I was angry, and I was alone!”

You fight her again, “You didn't have to be alone!”

“Well we can't go back and fix that, now can we?”

You groan, “No, but we can move forward if you just stop running.”

Rio stops the argument, “Enough! Y/n, she doesn’t care about us. The only person she cares about is herself.”

Agatha lets her anger out, shoving the green witch, “That’s bullshit.”

Rio shoves her back, “Is it now?”

Agatha spears Rio to the ground, “You know that I love both of you. That I care for you more than I’ve cared about anything other than my- our son.”

Rio flips their position so that she’s on top of Agatha, “Then why are we fighting?”

Agatha’s chest heaves up and down; Rio’s moves nearly the same. Agatha's hand reaches up to caress Rio’s face. At that same moment Rio leans in.

They kiss. You gasp , not at all expecting things to turn so quickly. A smile of relief coats your face as you watch them. You feel a pleasant warmth spreading across your chest.

“I love you,” Agatha says against Rio’s lips.

Rio smiles, “I love you too.”

“Finally,” you say exasperatedly, causing them both to laugh.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch like a weirdo or are you going to come over, pet?” Agatha says.

You roll your eyes, but continue to make your way over to them, “You know I hate it when you call me that.”

When you’re close enough Rio pulls you into her quickly stealing a kiss from you. You blush at her brash affection. You try to hide your face in her neck, but Agatha’s finger hooks under your chin.

“What do you suppose I call you then?”

You lean into her grasp, “Yours.”

Her lips graze yours as she speaks, “Mine.”

Your lips meet hers fiercely. She pulls you from Rio's lap fully onto hers. Instead of sliding up your shirt like before her hands travel lower. The feel on her fingers causes you to moan lowly, the sound echoing as your eyes filled with black.

“Not here, not yet,” you feel Rio’s breath tickling your neck.

You whine, “Centuries apart and still teasing.”

Agatha let out a hearty laugh, “Let’s get back to the others.”

Agatha and Rio are up first, helping you to your feet. You walk between them, feeling whole for the first time in a long time. Rio’s hand is in yours, while Agatha runs her fingers through your hair.

You still had things to work out amongst each other. One talk or a kiss cannot fix everything you’ve all been through. Yet talking and kisses amongst the three of you are known to be promises. Promises of a better future united together.

[gwens-love]

Unraveled yet unbroken

Summary: You enter Agatha Harkness’s life, finding her steeped in grief and isolation. Despite her reluctance, you offer friendship, and your bond deepens into something more. But when an unexpected figure from Agatha’s past returns, the fragile connection you’ve built faces a formidable test.

Warnings: emotional conflict, loss and grief, angst with happy ending.

Word count: 2.2k

~Agathario x fem!reader~

Please don’t copy/steal or translate this work thanks

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The air was thick with unspoken grief when you first stepped into Agatha Harkness’s life. After Nicholas’s death, she was surrounded by ancient tomes, seemingly a ghost herself.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Agatha murmured one evening, her voice heavy with sorrow as she sat among flickering candles. “I don’t need pity.”

You offered a gentle smile, trying to ease her defenses. “I’m not here to pity you. I’m here to help. You’re struggling, Agatha. It’s okay to accept that.”

“I don’t need help,” she snapped, but the flicker in her eyes suggested otherwise. “I’ve handled my life alone for centuries. I can manage this too.”

“Even the strongest witches need support sometimes,” you replied softly, taking a seat across from her. “You don’t have to carry this weight alone.”

Agatha’s eyes narrowed as she considered your words. The silence stretched, heavy and taut, before she finally let out a long sigh. “Perhaps you’re right. I just… don’t want to be a burden.”

“Trust me,” you encouraged, “you’re not a burden. Just let me be here for you.”

Over the course of several weeks, you found your bond deepening as you became a steady presence in Agatha’s life. You’d bring her tea, and quietly sit by her side. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with gold and lavender, Agatha let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“I used to think I had everything figured out,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And then Nicholas… he was everything to me.”

You leaned forward, heart aching for her. “I know. Losing someone you love is the hardest thing. But you don’t have to go through this alone. I’m here.”

Agatha looked at you, vulnerability mingling with curiosity. “What do you want from me?”

“Only to be your friend,” you replied, meeting her gaze. “You’re not alone, Agatha. Let me in.”

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As your connection grew, so did the warmth between you. Just as you started to navigate these feelings, Rio Vidal burst into your lives like a summer storm radiant and powerful.

“Agatha,” she greeted, her voice warm, “I didn’t expect to see you again. Not after well everything.”

Agatha’s eyes widened, surprise dancing across her features. “Rio… It’s been a long time. I was hoping to never see you again.”

You felt a thrill of apprehension mixed with excitement. “Who’s this?” Rio asked, her gaze shifting to you, curiosity piqued.

“Just a friend,” Agatha replied, but there was a flicker of warmth in her tone.

“Friend, huh?” Rio smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Seems like more than that. You’ve got a certain glow, Agatha. It’s adorable.”

You exchanged a glance with Agatha, feeling the tension rise. “I’m just here to support Agatha through… everything.”

“Support, or something more?” Rio probed, stepping closer with a teasing grin.

“Rio, please,” Agatha interjected, a reluctant smile breaking through her facade. “This isn’t the time for games.”

“Isn’t it?” Rio countered, her tone light. “Because if I didn’t know better, I’d say there’s something brewing here that’s more than just friendship.”

“Stop it,” Agatha huffed, but her smile betrayed her amusement.

“Agatha, you’re practically glowing,” you chimed in, unable to suppress your laughter. “Rio might be onto something.”

“Alright, fine,” Agatha sighed, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her smile. “I guess we’re all a little enchanted here.”

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The seasons changed and your lives intertwined, love became a steadfast pillar. The trio navigated your complex feelings, each step forward bringing laughter, support, and moments of vulnerability. One evening, as you all practiced spells under the flickering light of the candles, Rio shot you both a teasing glance.

“You know,” she said, leaning back with a smirk, “I’m starting to think Agatha’s more in love with you than with me.”

“Impossible,” you shot back, unable to contain your grin. “You’re the one with the captivating charm.”

“True, but maybe I could share the spotlight,” Rio replied with a wink. “After all, Agatha, your heart seems to beat a little faster when you’re around both of us.”

“Stop it, both of you,” Agatha said, her cheeks flushing, but there was a lightness in her eyes. “You’re making it hard to concentrate.”

“Let’s embrace it,” you suggested, feeling emboldened. “We’re all here for each other. We can face whatever comes next together.”

As time went on, love became a constant in your lives, your days filled with shared moments and soft laughter. You became each other’s anchors, a triad bound by a powerful magic that thrived in the warmth of your hearts, but something felt off.

One starlit night, the three of you gathered outside, the moon casting a soft glow around you. “What do you think the future holds for us?” you asked, glancing between them. Not noticing Agatha’s eyes looking uncertain.

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The winter air was cold as the three of you gathered in Agatha’s dimly lit study, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls. An argument had simmered beneath the surface for weeks, and now it was boiling over.

“Why can’t you just trust me?” Rio exclaimed, her voice raised, frustration spilling into every word. “You always shut me out, Agatha! It’s like you don’t even want to be part of this.”

Agatha crossed her arms, her brow furrowing. “I’m not shutting you out! I’m trying to figure things out for myself. I need space to process everything!”

“Space?” Rio scoffed. “You’ve been pushing me away for too long! You act like you can handle everything alone, but that’s not fair to either of us.”

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a middle ground. “Can we please just take a step back? We’re all feeling this pressure. It’s okay to talk about it without accusing each other.”

Agatha’s eyes darted to you, and you could see the hurt mingling with anger. “You think I’m doing this on purpose? You don’t understand the weight of what I’m carrying. It’s suffocating!”

“Then let me help you!” Rio stepped closer, her voice softening. “We’re in this together. I love you, Agatha, but I can’t keep doing this if you won’t let me in.”

Agatha’s gaze faltered for a moment, and you felt a swell of hope. “I just… I don’t know how to let anyone in right now,” she confessed, her voice breaking.

“Maybe that’s the problem,” you interjected gently. “We’re not just friends; we’re family. We can’t have a healthy relationship if we’re all holding back.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” Agatha shot back, her frustration igniting again. “You don’t know what it’s like to carry my past, the mistakes I’ve made.”

“Neither do you!” Rio fired back, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re acting like you’re alone in this, but we’re here, Agatha! Don’t you see? You’re pushing us away!”

Silence fell, heavy and suffocating. You watched as Agatha’s expression hardened, walls rising around her.

“Maybe I need to be alone,” Agatha finally said, her voice steady but cold. “Maybe this whole thing was a mistake.”

“Don’t say that,” you pleaded, feeling your heart sink. “We can work through this. We love each other!”

“Love isn’t enough if you can’t communicate,” she shot back, her tone final. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it’s not.”

You felt a deep ache as the reality sank in. “So that’s it? We just throw everything away?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Agatha said, her voice unwavering. “I need to find myself again, without the both of you.”

“Agatha, please…” Rio’s voice trembled, but Agatha turned away, her decision made.

With heavy hearts, you both watched as she walked to the door, opening it and stepping into the night. The cool air rushed in, carrying with it the weight of finality.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “I didn’t want it to end like this.”

“Neither did I,” Rio replied, her voice barely a whisper. “But we can’t force her to stay if she doesn’t want to.”

As the door closed, a profound silence enveloped the room. The love that had once filled this space felt like a distant memory, leaving behind only the echoes of what could have been.

“I guess we should go our separate ways,” you said softly, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air.

Rio nodded, her expression filled with sorrow. “Maybe some time apart will help us all… to heal.”

And with that, the three of you, once intertwined in love and friendship, began to drift apart, each carrying the pain of a love that had unraveled before its time.

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A century later and Agatha found herself on the road with a coven of amateurs well in her opinion anyway and Teen. Summoning a green witch because her first pick wasn’t great.

What she didn’t expect was for her two exes to climb out of the ground, but alas that’s how it shall be it appears.

The first thing that came to her mind was that it was all her fault. She was the one that didn’t trust Rio, she was the one that drove the two people she loved away, and now she needed to be the one standing in the shadow while you and Rio catch up.

Ashamed was one thing she was feeling but that barely scratched the surface of everything that was going on in her mind, and more importantly in her heart.

She wondered if you two still occasionally talked or if she pulled the two of you apart when she left. She hoped that it didn’t happen, that she wasn’t the cause of a potential split between her two loves.

Conflicted and close to crying she decided to just go for a stroll. What she hadn’t anticipated was that the two of you would actually follow her, but it looked like she was going to have this conversation sooner rather than later.

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The three of you sat together, shadows dancing around as if witnessing your reunion. Agatha shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting between you and Rio, her expression softening with each glance.

“Centuries have passed,” Agatha began, her voice barely a whisper, “and I’ve had all this time to think. About us, about how I hurt you both.”

Rio raised a brow, her usual smirk absent, watching Agatha intently. You, too, remained silent, sensing that this moment was long overdue.

“I didn’t trust you, Rio. Not when you needed me to,” Agatha admitted, her gaze heavy with regret. “And that hurt you both. I thought I could protect myself by keeping distance, but I was wrong. So terribly wrong.”

Rio’s eyes softened, but she remained quiet, letting Agatha continue.

Agatha’s hand reached out, tentative, first finding yours and then Rio’s. “I’ve missed you both more than I could ever say. I want to be better for you… if you’ll have me.

You squeezed her hand, feeling her sincerity, and shared a glance with Rio, whose expression softened as her fingers intertwined with Agatha’s.

Rio’s voice was gentle, almost teasing. “You’ll have to make it up to us, Agatha. But I think we can manage that.”

Agatha laughed softly, relief clear on her face. Her arms found their way around you both, pulling you close under the starlit sky. The silence was filled with a warmth that had been missing for centuries, the three of you wrapped in each other’s presence, ready to rebuild what time and mistakes had once broken apart.

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Fin <3

[milfloveer]

Premonition 🦋

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Plot: You have a terrible premonition about the person you love

Warnings: angst maybe but comfort and some fluff wins hihi; premonition of Lilia's death

A/n: Alright fam I'm currently in grief for my wife Lilia and I need some comfort and this was what came to my mind, so please enjoy as much as I do

I woke up frantically gasping for air "LILIA! NO!" I scream from the top of my lungs, tears staining my cheeks. The contact of someone's hands— No, not someone's, Lilia's hands, grabbing my face make me look at her face and the world falls on me.

Sobbing my heart out I lounge my body to hers and hug her tightly, crying my soul out as she says sweet nothing against my ear. Our bodies rock back and forward into a comforting movement, one of her hands holding the back of my head and the other on my lower back, pushing me even closer to her, her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck as mine is against her chest.

As I calm down I slightly pull away and look her in the eyes, ignoring the other members of the coven, probably in distress for seeing the scene before them "Lilia, please don't do it..." I sob with tears still in my eyes.

Lilia looks at me confused with her eyebrows furrowed "Do what?" she asks "Please, I'm begging you- I- I need you." I say between sobs, Lilia seems surprised by my words and so seems the rest of the coven "y/n what's going on? What did you see?" Agatha asks a little frightened cause she knows my premonitions weren't a good thing.

The premonition flashes through my mind again and I tightly close my eyes as I shake my head "No- NO! Please, make it stop!" I sob gripping Lilia's hands which were now on my face trying to stop my movements "Guys what do we do?" Alice asks, concern evident in her tone and her question directed more specifically to Agatha and Lilia than to the whole coven.

Lilia looks at Alice and then at Agatha, the later masking her distress and concern by shrugging her shoulders "We can't do anything about it. So we wait." she says, making the others groan and sigh as Lilia refocus on me again. She leans in and lays her forehead against mine making me open my frantic eyes and look at her concerned ones "Please, please, don't do it- don't leave me. I need you." I whisper, barely audible at the end "Why are you saying this, darling. What did you see?" she asks softly and carefully, I take a deep shaky breath before answering "I saw you falling... Sacrificing yourself..." my voice trembles as I try to say what I saw, she frowns "Please, don't do it, Lilia. Please." I beg her, fear evident in my voice and posture.

Lilia still doesn't understand why I'm begging her, why all the fear, the crying and concern from my side about her, we're good friends, but we knew what the road was when persuaded to go by Agatha, to join her coven "But darling, why are you so afraid of losing me?" she asks "Because I love you." I blurted out making her gasp softly with the impact of the words "Y-you do?" she stutters and I realise what I've just said and try to move away from her, but she won't let me "I'm sorry, Lilia." I say trying to contain the tears of embarrassment and rejection "I hope you're apologising for not telling me that sooner, darling." she says, her voice soft, dripping with tenderness and... Love?

My eyes lock with hers as searching for the answer, then I feel her soft and delicate lips against mine. The whole world disappears and it's only me and Lilia at this moment, our lips move delicately, lovingly, like sharing all the feelings for each other without words, it's... Magic. She pulls away and rests her forehead against mine once again "I love you too and I promise I won't leave you, my darling." she breathes out, brushing against my lips and in that precise moment I knew I didn't need to end the road, my heart was complete, bursting with love for the witch in front of me.

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2:

You stood there, watching at her for what felt like hours, but it was only a few seconds. Your mind was overtaken with thoughts, scenarios, and all kinds of answers you could give to Agatha.

The majority were a polite way to decline such an offer and simply go on with your life; putting a stop to the countless times you got hurt when she left you behind.

But the yearning to be in her present was still there. The need to try for once and walk down the path with her instead of watching her go alone. The chance that you might actually be able to do something more this time.

And the hope that when this is all over, you might find yourself pressed against her body; inhaling her intoxicating scent as she gently passed her fingers through your hair, whispering praises for your obedience.

In the end, you managed to extend your time and let your mind process it better; the imbalance between the two answers was making you go crazy.

"We barely survived it the last time" you said, bringing up your little adventure all those centuries ago.

Back then, both of you were young and easily influenced. You had persuaded a few other witches to join you on the quest, only for you and Agatha be from the only ones to make it to the end.

You were rewarded with what you both wanted, or at least Agatha did. You had joined because you wished to help her and to fill some darker part of your never-ending curiosity.

Yes, you did feel the change by the time you returned, and you knew something had changed, but it was not as drastic as it was to Agatha.

Your words picked up the boy's attention. "Wait, you also walked the road?" He questioned, allowing you for the very first time to hear his voice. "She was with you?" He asked next. This time, the question was directed at Agatha; who tried not to snap back at him running the moment.

"Yeah, she did. Now be quiet. Adults are speaking, " she told the boy, ignoring his hurt and upset expression.

Agatha did not like when people interrupted her, especially when she was doing her very best to be the winner of this discussion. In addition, she did not want the boy to start digging more; for there were certain things she would have much preferred to keep hidden.

The witch walked towards you, her steps slow and confident while her bright blue eyes never left yours. They were always so expressive, deep, and mesmerizing that you could stare at them for hours and never get tired of it.

"Come on, Sugar" Agatha said, her tone having a much sweeter tone than before as she came to a halt right in front of the desk, the wooden furniture being the only thing keeping you at distance... for now. "We made it through last time. You and I, no one could stop us. It will be like old times"

Agatha extended her hand, placing it on the wooden desk as she leaned slightly forward. Her head tilted to the side, giving a more taunting look that kept you fully focused on her.

Despite her sweet words and her attempt to win you over, you could see right through it; just like you could every single time. You had recently learnt of what happened to Agatha, losing the fight against the Scarlet Witch.

By the lack of blackness on her fingers and her extensive need to persuade you into joining, you realised it was all true. She was currently powerless and you knew that meant her time on earth was limited.

Your expression softened, and a deep sigh left your parted lips. "Who hunts you, Agatha?" You asked, your voice soft, and so was your gaze.

She held back the need to place your hand against her own, emotions fighting between them on what should prevail. Your hand ha extended faintly but did not dare to move further away, as if an invisible force kept it back.

For a moment, Agatha felt the need to scoff and lie. Hide the vulnerability behind sarcastic comments and a cocky attitude, like she always did.

Then, though, she saw the deep look you gave her. Despite the passing years, despite the many times you two took separate paths; your gaze for her did not change. It was always soft, caring, and warm; a guiding light in a very dark night.

You had always been her light, the guiding force in her life. You were always the one she went when she needed someone, even temporarily, and always could sense where to find you. Like the moon on the sky, somehow you were always visible to her; forever there, even when not physically present.

She heard your honesty, showing your vulnerability and the emotions you still had for her; alas at bay, but they were still there. Only she was truly blessed to witness all your sides.

From the rising tides that made you volatile and sensitive to the dark periods of the new moon that made you cold and apathetic. She truly loved you when you were in your Waxing Moon phase; where the fire of passion burnt so bright it was almost ethereal.

In the end, Agatha gave in. "The Salem Seven" she mumbled, glancing down for a moment.

Hearing that name made you realize how serious the situation was. You had helped Agatha and protected her in the past, though never from a threat of such scale.

However, that did not mean you would stop now.

You looked at the boy, who was trying to observe some dream catchers you had for sale and pretend he was not heavily invested in whatever you and Agatha seemed to have.

"Give me the adess, kid," you said, trying to hide how defeated you sounded.

One day, Agatha would be the death of you, but you could not help it.

Like the waters forced to obey the glowing moon, your emotions were not yours to control. The tranquil waters of your souls always responded to how close Agatha was with you, rising like a tide or calming down when she was top far away.

The kid seemed happy to hear that you would join them, choosing to keep any questions he had for later. He grabbed a piece of paper from his pocket, not once questioning how you knew he carried that peper on.

"There you go. I also wrote the time, " he said existed, coming to stand next to Agatha; whose eyes were always on you.

You took the paper gently from his hands, not failing to notice the black nail polish he had chosen to wear. You glanced at the paper for a moment and then at him before finally settling back to Agatha.

She offered a sweet smile and gently let her fingers caress your lower arm in an all too familiar and seductive way.

"You are a true angel, Sugar. I will see you soon, " she said and slowly dragged her hand away, never faling to notice how your hair stood on end just by the ghost touch she had graced you with.

You were always very sensitive to her physical touch, just as she was sensitive to your tempting voice; especially when you begged whispers in her eat in the middle of the night.

You watched them leave the shop, the paper still in your hands while you stood like a statue. You still questioned if you had made the right choice, but it was too late to turn back now.

Chapter 3

[lilia-calderus-pet-goat]

Something of note about Lilia's tarot spread is that—it's hers. The cards she pulls aren't precisely who the characters are to themselves, but who they are and what they represent to Lilia. As her coven, in her life.

Like, I don't really know my tarot that well—I'm just pulling themes from within the episode and my general understanding.

But when she was reading for Billy, he was fittingly represented by the Magician. But for Lilia, he was the “windfall.” He was the tower, reversed. Miraculous transformation. Because she, having put the sigil on him, saved him from the destruction and lead to his miraculous transformation. And to her, he was the windfall, because without him, she wouldn't be here, with her coven. She wouldn't have found herself.

Alice's is very straight forward—“full of fire, fights bravely.” It's how Lilia saw her, what Lilia had once again predicted for her. 'Wound suffered, lessons learned.' Specifically, Lilia wasn't able to warn Alice, but she learned her lesson. So, this time, she makes sure to warn Agatha. “When she calls you a coward, hit the deck.”

And why does she warn Agatha? Agatha represents her 'obstacles,' after all. Maybe so—Lilia's literal obstacle at this stage ends up being the Salem Seven, who merely want Agatha. Yet she chooses to stay behind to save a woman who probably wouldn't do the same for her. And the reason is—for her, Agatha is the Three of Swords. She looks at her and sees Heartbreak, (Rio) Sorrow, (Evanora) Grief (Nicholas). And Lilia is willing to forgive her—to sacrifice herself for her—even if the universe itself doesn't think she deserves it. This is different from how Agatha views herself, or even how Billy views her, since he initially pulls out the Chariot. One might say it's a random choice, but the Chariot is described as representing “determination, success, and control.” It's about overcoming challenges and gaining victory through maintaining control of your surroundings—which, I argue, embodies Agatha pretty well. So The Three of Swords is who Agatha is to Lilia. She doesn't hate her, or see her as a force to be reckoned with. She pities her. After all, the Queen of Cups is defined by her empathy.

Then, of course, Jen. Jen is Lilia's path ahead. Not only because she has a brilliant 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 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.”

Finally, Death, Rio. Well—it's obvious. In tarot, death isn't literal. It's mist often symbolic. Transformation, end of a cycle, new beginnings. Which is why we never see Lilia's corpse, and we never see Rio collect her. Because unlike Alice, Lilia went into the afterlife willingly. And for her, it was a beautiful release. After years of running out of time—she got to start anew—knowing that this time, she managed to save her coven. (I'd also like to think that the reason we don't see Rio collect Sharon is because it was a peaceful death—joining Mr. Davis instead of suffering further. Whereas Alice finally had something to live for, but I digress. I've already made my posts about Alice.)

I think that this is all relatively obvious—but I genuinely can't stop thinking about Lilia and her dynamics with the rest of the coven.

[slutforfictionalwomen]

Take me back

Kinktober day 7

Rio Vidal x Agatha Harkness

Main kinks: Power play, use of magic, knife kink.

Word count: 1,3K

Summary: Just when Agatha is about to take her shower, her arch nemesis (who happens to be the love of her life) appears, invading her home. She claims to be there 'just to check'.

Warnings: Smut, shower sex, knife play, use of magic, switch x switch but Rio is more dominant, finger fucking.

(Please tell me if I missed anything)

The brunette turns herself around, facing the green witch. Agatha has to hold back a sigh, Rio Vidal looks as beautiful as ever. Even with wild, untamed hair and smudges of whatever all over her face.

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"I'm joining." Agatha jumps at Rio's voice. The ages old witch - with the body of a middle-aged woman - was just about to get into the shower when she heard the voice of her annoying, crazy situationship.

"What on earth are you doing here?" Agatha quickly snatches her towel off the rack, covering up as much of her body as possible.

"Oh, come on, Agatha. It's nothing I haven't seen before." Rio steps forward with her arched knife, the one she always carries on her. She uses it to pry the towel out of the brunette's hands, making it fall to the floor. "I've come here to check up on my lady. It has been a long time, after all. I consider myself lucky to walk in on you like this," Rio says with a playful ring in her voice. The green witch takes another step forward, softly pressing the knife under Agatha's chin while looking down at her with a wicked smile. Usually, they would be about the same height, Agatha may be taller. Rio wearing heels and Agatha being entirely bare makes the difference.

"I hate you." Agatha is forced to walk backwards when the point of Rio's knife stings her neck. She didn't notice she had walked into the shower cabin until Rio reaches forward past her and turns on the water. An audible gasp leaves her mouth when the water unexpectedly hits her body.

When Agatha notices how Rio has vanished and the curtain is closed, she takes a quick peek around it. There is the slim witch, standing in her bathroom, taking off her black clothes. "See something you like?" Rio questions, without having to turn her head to notice Agatha looking.

"Shut up." Agatha pulls her head back from the curtains, reaching for shower gel bottle on the floor when Rio comes in.

"What a sight," the green witch sighs when she sees her former lover bent over to pick something up under the steaming hot water. Instinctively, she caresses Agatha's lower back, sliding down to the swell of her butt.

When Agatha stands straight up, Rio immediately snatches the bottle out of her hand. "Oh, don't you dare. I can wash myself," the brunette hisses. She's furious at Rio. Invading her home of all moments when she is taking a shower and then being arrogant enough to get in with her and demand to intimately wash her naked body.

"Oh please just fucking relax, Agatha. I'm doing you a favour. How long have you been touch deprived? I bet you haven't had anyone over since we parted." Rio is entirely calm. Normally, she's psycho, crazy, fucked in the head. With Agatha, she is almost zen.

Agaths sighs when Rio's hands rub the honey scented shower gel on her shoulders, massaging her neck and eventually wandering her hands down to her breasts. The witch takes all her time to sensually wash her former lover's body. Agatha can hear the grin in Rio's voice when she speaks, "Do you still hate me now?"

"Yes." The response is breathy, full of emotion that proves the opposite of her words. Agatha drops her head back when Rio's hands touch her sensitive waist. It seems to be seen as an invite because Rio's lips latch onto her neck, which makes a moan escape.

"You're desperate. You just won't admit it." Rio's hand slides down to Agatha's damp curls and latches onto her neck again. Right after dipping her fingers in the wetness between her legs, the witch pulls back again. "So filthy, Agatha. But you'll have to wait just a bit longer." Rio goes on to casually wash Agatha's hair like it's her own. The rest of the shower session, the sexual atmosphere lies ignored around them.

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"Oh that guy is a bitch." Rio is sitting next to Agatha in her bed, watching a random movie. She's wearing an oversized T-shirt, which she stole from Agatha's closet since the slut wouldn't offer her any.

Agatha, in fact, isn't paying attention to the movie at all. Instead, she is busy stealing glances of woman next to her. The black haired witch is only wearing undies and one of her shirts, which looks so much bigger on her. Rio has this compelling thing about her face. No matter how much Agatha wants to hate her, she is drawn to this annoying but gorgeous being.

In the middle of an action scene, when Rio is paying close attention to the tv, Agatha takes her chance. She quickly throws her clothed leg over the green witches bare ones, straddling her. She takes that gorgeous face into her hands and presses her lips down hard, starved and craving only one thing, her.

Before she knows it, Agatha is slammed into her own mattress. Rio is now on top of her, holding her hands up above her head. Branches grow around her wrists, serving as a rope, tying her hands together. "I don't think so, M'lady."

Rio reaches behind her to turn off the movie, her damp black hair whipping Agatha in the face. "Now, let's have some fun, shall we?" There's a wicked, unsettling smile on the witches face. Agatha feels as much irritation as arousal due to how the tables have turned, but deep down, this is what she wanted. Rio pries her joggers off and slices her shirt with the terrifying knife she is apparently still keeping close to her. "Don't worry, I'll give you a shirt of mine some time, I bet you'd wear it every night with your fingers deep in your cunt."

Agatha groans at Rio's words, but it's immediately followed by a shriek as Rio starts sucking on her tits. The green witch chuckles and softly bites down on one.

"Mhm, I wonder..." Rio sheaths her knife, which makes Agatha sigh in relief. But that relief quickly passes when the tip is pushed onto her clit, making a sensation shoot through her entire body. She hasn't been touched in so long that she could already come from Rio just telling her to.

"Do you want me to make you come?" Rio pushes a finger into her wet pussy, not even slightly warning her. Agatha's entire body jolts as Rio starts stretching her out.

"Yes, please." The response coming from Agatha is beneath her breath, as Rio is now pumping two fingers into her, meeting her sensitive spot every time. The tip of the knife still on her clit isn't helping either. Rio knows exactly how to move the knife and stimulate the sensitive nub without making it slip away.

"Come whenever you want to." She adds a third finger, making Agatha feel fuller than ever. The moan that's ripped from the brunette's throat might be loud enough for the entire neighbourhood to hear, but both witches don't care. Rio keeps ripping strangled and loud moans from Agatha, pumping her fingers slow paced and hard into her.

"I'm gonna..." Agatha comes with a cry, tears roll down her cheeks. The intense orgasm seems to be lasting for ages. It takes about ten minutes for Agatha to come back to full consciousness.

When she opens her eyes again, the shirt and undies Rio was wearing had vanished off her body, they were probably somewhere on the floor now. Agatha also notices that her hands are no longer tied together, she she wraps her arms around the woman who is resting on top of her.

Rio reaches up to kiss Agatha sloppily. It's as sensual as it can get, with their clotheless bodies collided into each other. "Take me back, Agatha."

[ennn]

Initial Agatha All Along Ep 5 Meta Thoughts

Holy FUCK. This episode did not go where I expected it to. Spoiler-y thoughts and theories below:

The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Now I know so many folks are gonna be arguing how awful or evil or deplorable Agatha is for killing Alice. Did she do it on purpose? Or was she not aware or have control as she claims?

On a rewatch (ow my heart) and I guess in Billy’s defense it does seem textually ambiguous. Enough time passes and Agatha seems aware enough of what was happening that you see her lean into the power siphoning — euphoria evident on her face.

And on rewatch, it’s also ambiguous if she had the ability to snap out of it when her son was mentioned or whether it stopped because Alice was fully drained in that moment.

Agatha being possessed means she didn’t initiate this exchange — but something happened in the moment. Was Agatha operating on pure instinct? Like an addict trying to come clean but just had their drug shot into their system? Did she even see Alice or just the power going into her? Did the hunger and euphoria just override her thoughts?

We simply don’t know enough about how Agatha’s ability works. What we do see is Agatha looking distraught after she snaps out of it. She looks taken aback by what she’s done.

Now we know Agatha lies. She lies even to herself sometimes. Agatha lies to survive, for power and to protect herself. She puts on a show when she’s afraid, as Rio points out (more on that in a bit).

Why I think Agatha did not want to kill Alice comes from the scene after, where you see Agatha alone. She’s shaken. She’s not happy about what she’s done and here there’s no audience to put on a mask for.

She definitely reads as sincere trying to defend herself to Billy, although there is the possibility that she is genuinely lying to herself as well, in that she could have chosen on some level to give in to that incredible rush of power, everything else — including herself — be damned. Definitely not the first time we’ve seen the “magic as a drug” analogy.

My Shipper Heart

Okay so we got some delicious food this ep. Agatha and Rio giving each other their brooms all too easily, despite the awkward looks. Agatha flying free and looking at Rio like she’s her North Star, like she’s the one she wants to share this with.

And yes while Rio may seem eager to slit Agatha’s throat (who knows how their no-killing rule works!), she’s also the one who truly understands Agatha at this point.

I’ve mentioned this before but Rio’s arguably the most truthful one of this group. She’s mercurial but she’s honest about who she is and what she wants. And she’s been with Agatha enough to shed light on her truth.

Rio’s the one pointing out whose trial this is, who sees Agatha doing dumb shit as her hiding her very real fear.

And notably we see Rio toss aside her casual detachment and raise her voice for the first time on the show. No. No way!

Power, Grief and Darkness

Look, Billy is going to be a Young Avenger or something so we know he’s gonna go on an arc for the remaining eps but what a juicy one it’ll be, because at least Agatha will be there with him. I’ve suspected he placed the sigil on himself for a while now but I have no idea how aware he is of everything that’s happening.

What’s interesting is how Agatha puts the villainous mask on right after Billy claims to be morally superior. Agatha’s bullshit detector pinged and she digs into that indignation, that anger for strength. Agatha doesn’t like being on the backfoot, certainly not when it comes to feelings like regret.

I see Billy as needing to confront and understand his own darkness, and in doing so understand Agatha’s darkness. Things aren’t so black and white when you’re in pain, and angry at the world, and have the power to lash out.

Agatha is set up to be a mentor to Billy here in a way she couldn’t for Wanda, although the potential was clearly there.

It’s definitely going to be an interesting Road with them going forward, given how dark this ep got.

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

Simon knows Baz is the love of his life by 19. He escalates so fucking fast even before realizing he wants Baz (progressively touching him more and more after the truce) (quickly asking to be boyfriends after kissing him, who cares about all the years being conditioned to see him as An Enemy!!). And yeah, he has always just wanted a family… so no way he’s going to be even half a decade with Baz without wanting marriage popping up – the idea itself is already out there in SFC (“we could be married with children”) and Simon escalates quickly…

Unfortunately I’m posting because I have some comphet thoughts here (I can focus on the not fun part since I took that “Simon is probably already married by 26” “how would proposing go” tweets as Word Of God confirming snowbaz is married lol) (always feel like I’m getting jump scared when the relationship with Agatha is mentioned in a snowbaz moment such as this so I cope by analyzing, what can I say)

Comphet for Simon is very specifically about craving for a home and a family (security and stability, belonging). He matches Baz there in a way too, as comphet for Baz is also about family… because for Baz is about heirs. However, Baz is the only one who’s ever thinking “having heirs implies having sex with a girl and getting her pregnant,” and because he thinks he can identify that even the idea makes him feel sick, that he doesn’t want that, that it would be miserable for him and that girl, and so he’s able to walk away when an opportunity to be with a girl presents itself.... but a big part of that it's not just thinking and processing (overthinking by itself won't save you from the crushing weight of societal expectations) but rather... Baz has a family. The expectation of having a traditional family is caging for Baz, but having a family who loves him provides him with the confidence, strength, and security necessary to be able to resist pressure, even if that pressure is coming from his own family. Without Daphne, who softens Malcolm, and his siblings in his life, would he have that? Or would he have been more like Simon, who's exposed and neglected to such extremes he will do anything – no matter how wrong or uncomfortable – just to not feel that way anymore?

Simon defines the entirety of his relationship with Agatha as just going through the motions – neither is thinking outside of the need to belong and conform to expectations. They’re not processing their shit – Agatha breaks things off as soon as she starts to… and she’s direct in her thoughts because she is starting to process, and Simon gives things away indirectly isn’t because he’s not processing unless there's a trigger (such as wanting Baz to understand him more, even if he himself hasn't figured things out yet, or Baz expressing he believes Simon truly wanted Agatha romantically or sexually, which feels wrong for Simon because it wasn't true). Comphet tells a boy like Simon that the only way to get a family is "to settle down with a nice girl." He literally doesn't think there's any choice – that's the only path forward. Believing in the HEA is not about believing he could be happy with Agatha ("that's where my life will begin," he says, giving away that he hasn't been happy dating Agatha, nor does he even think he's living while being with her) (which is nothing personal but rather "that's how dating someone who's wrong for you/comphet feels like" and "that's how it feels like for Simon to be in love and attracted to Baz but to be with someone else because he's not able to figure that out"... it's miserable). Using the HEA as comfort, even though his true belief is that he's going to die before it ever got to that, is about believing "I can have a family"... even if he can't visualize how he wants that family to look like (outside of fantasies about his parents) because he doesn't think. And that's key, I think.

Simon is not thinking so he's not really visualizing. There are some logical conclusions to going through the motions such as "what job will I get and what house, will the doc help" which is more about housing and "how will I sustain myself, supposing I live, which I doubt anyway" which aligns with how Simon is just surviving. But Simon is not ever thinking about Agatha having his children – he never thinks about Agatha sexually, never. We have Baz's exact body proportions and you wouldn't know what size or shape to draw Agatha's breasts with Simon's POV (who supposedly "likes women because he's not mad about big breasts meaning he's a boob person" according to some – I for one call that confirmation bias and see the entire boob affair as proof he doesn't) "Previous sexual partners" gender neutral and plural makes it harder for you to associate the idea of sex with Agatha, doesn't it. It probably distracted you, even. The guy tellingly covers himself, doesn't want to be left in a room with her alone while half-naked, and self-harms through talking about having sex with her – that shit is on purpose. All of this is to say: Simon is not thinking what Baz thinks (which is part of why he does it, even though he doesn't want to).

Simon wants a family, but he's not thinking about Agatha having his children. Everyone and their moms assume "I'm gonna marry that person" automatically means "I'm gonna have children with them as well," and that's part of comphet here, but Simon doesn't process. Neither does Agatha (part of why they dated). You gotta remember how young they are too (how a kid's idea of marriage is – how much copying what they see without processing is involved as they don't have the tools to know shit – compared to a grown-up.)

"Simon was set to marry Agatha because he wanted to believe he could have a family" is not in contradiction with "but he didn't really it was going to happen as he would kick the bucket soon." And in practice? I think Simon being with Agatha because he wants a family wasn't really about building a family with her, but rather, about being a part of the family she already has. When Simon shares why he wants to date Agatha, he's projecting things onto her (like being protected, untouched) and sharing not that he wanted her, but that he wanted to be like her. When he shares everything he loves about going to Agatha's house, he mentions the nice comfortable house (the tv!) and the adults in it, and Agatha is glaringly missing from that list. It's not ever "love to spend time with good ol' Agatha" but we do get "Agatha" and "trapped in that house together" in the same sentence. Agatha the friend might be family like Penny (in a page where we should be hearing why he doesn't want to lose her as a girlfriend, he goes on and on about how said it would be if they're no longer friends) but Agatha the girlfriend is more of a door or a "device." When they break up, the list of things Simon gives to explain why that upsets him includes Agatha's parents, but not Agatha herself.

Through dating Agatha, Simon was trying to feel part of a family... but not because he ever had any intention of building something with her. But because Simon wanted to feel like a son. You assume kids come with marriage, but in the marriage-parents-children circle, Simon always wanted to be in the role of the child. It's never been about being a parent with Agatha, but about being a son. It's part of why it feels so triggering when Penny's mom seems to be rejecting him (and so he can't spend Christmas in her house).

It's part of why Simon's reaction to "we could be married with kids" "could we?" – that italicized could giving the impression this is a new idea, perhaps something to be questioned as "is it possible?" ... I don't think this is about "can gay men have this?".... I think this is Simon's first time looking at marriage like "a grown-up." Considering marriage and children while fully conscious he would be in the role of married father, and not the child. And Simon wants to build something with Baz. Simon never thought of the future outside of comforting himself with the idea that he could have a family (any family) so his "inevitable death" doesn't feel paralyzingly sad (which also tells you he didn't truly see Agatha as his future – there was none – even if admitting that would have been difficult then...).

Simon never thinks about building something... until he's with Baz. Realizing that Baz is the love of all his lives, and that a future without Baz is unbearable, and that he wants him in his bed every night, and that he enjoys the domesticity of furnishing a house with him.... it inevitably leads to "Baz is my home and my future" and what's "figuring it out he wants to get married" after that?

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Ok so imagine:

You are scared of falling in love with Logan, because you'd been hurt in the past 

ok so imagine mc being kinda like an agatha harkness / wanda maximoff just in her powers and trauma, but not rlly like her much we'll see lmao, and agatha cameo *snaps fingers* idk if this is how chaos magic works im winging it with google and somewhat knowledge before, she has bpd and she's autistic :)

When you first met Logan, you'd been coming into the mansion just as Rogue was sneaking out. Catching her before she got to far, offering her a ride to wherever she was going. She admitted that she was planning on running away, and you insisted that go with you. Ever since she had shown up at the mansion you had taken her under your wing like a younger sister, trying to let her know you kind of know how he felt. Eventually the two of you needed to stop during your trip to god-knows where, of course the one Rogue found had a cage match going on.

You watched a shirtless man with broad shoulders, tan skin, and some hair on his chest. But he looked like an animal as he beat the shit out of his opponent without doing much, knocking him around with little force. You immediately felt suspicious of the man, deciding to stay to learn more about him.

You'd felt your heart racing in your chest as stranger with brown hair that looked fluffy the sides of his hair sticking up in tuffs, sat next to you at the bar, a cigar hanging from his lips. His dark mutton chops only added to the ruggedness, but his attire was too. He was wearing tight jeans with a hefty belt on his hips. The fighter wore a couple layers of shirts, his wife beater, a flannel button up under a jean jacket, dog tags hanging on his chest. Then his brown and beige leather jacket onto of it. His sunglasses hung from neckline of his button up. You could smell the cigar smoke filling the room, as he took puff after puff. Though his freshly applied cologne also filled your senses, an almost whiskey-bourbon vanilla scent. Though combined with the cigar smoke it almost seemed homey, like you were cuddled up to a warm fireplace with your lover. Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you drank your water waiting for Rogue to do or say something as she adamantly stared at the man.

"You owe me some money. No man takes a beating like that and doesn't have a mark to show for it." Another man growled coming up behind the the larger man, who only kept a deadpanned look on his face as he took a drag from his cigar.

"Come on buddy-." His friend tried.

"I know what you are." The other man whispered, leaning in to the man's side

"You lost your money, you keep this up you'll lose something else." Logan spat, his words were straight to the point, deep and quiet. His friend tried to lure him away before he grabbed a knife than darted forward to stab Logan.

"Look out!" Rogue yelled, as you jumped back off your chair, leaning against the bar as the cage fighter stood up, claws coming out of his knuckles and coming to the perpetrators throat. Then a shotgun cocks as the bartender aims it at Logan's head, you stood up immediately, coming over to Logan's side.

"Get out of my bar, freak."

"How about we just calm down." You lured, your hands shaking as you swirled your fingers in the air getting into the bartender and the aggressive man's head. The one with the claws backing down and glancing over at you with a look, as he looked around, he noticed everyone else aside from him and the younger girl at the bar, frozen. Closing your eyes you imagined the scenario in your head, the men walking away as Logan had stepped away from both of them, and you. Shortly playing out in tandem, he followed you and Rogue out of the bar. He didn't know what you were, but he was intrigued.

"Who are you?" Logan questioned, shoving his hands in his leather jacket pockets.

"I'm Y/n, this is-." You started, looking over at the girl with the black hood over her head.

"Rogue."

"I'm Logan." He introduced

Logan offers the two of you a ride, Rogue led the conversation, though his eyes seemed to connect with yours a few times, a silent solidarity between the two of you. Then the accident happens, though everything wounds up being okay in the end, luckily the man had the ability to heal, and he had gotten Rogue out of the car in time. You had casted a protection spell long ago, so even though you'd been injured, you bounced back pretty quickly. He later found you when he got back to the mansion, listening to your words he had calmed down. Ever since then Logan had wanted to get close to you, he was fearful of what that meant for him. He hardly knew himself, or anything about his past, how could he have a future if he didn't know about the beginning?

Because you showed him that the present mattered, what was standing right in front of him. He wouldn't just think you were another beautiful girl to screw, or flirt with. You were different, you were trying to carry on meaningless conversations, when you spoke you spoke with intention. You tried not to say things you didn't mean unless you were masking, then you acted like a different person. But Logan wanted to stick around see what you were all about, you'd been nurse in the war, so you'd help Jean around the lab. Spending some time with Logan as you worked on getting some tests done. He started the conversation asking about your powers, how you got here, how you knew the girl. The two of you going back and forth, an innate truth forming quickly as you shared details of your lives with each other. Learning that he couldn't remember things expect flashes from his nightmares, made you want to reach out and help immediately.

Logan didn't know what he did wrong, why you started closing in on yourself. He wondered if he had done something wrong when you started avoiding him. The two of you immediately clicked from the beginning, the two of you were both quiet, a bit moody, long complicated past. You'd both been called monsters in your own right, finding a solidarity in each other because you've been the bad guy before.

Though when he looked at you as you claimed you were an 'animal', he just couldn't imagine you being an animal the way he was. But your past matched up to a lot of rights, though yours wasn't part of your mutation. You were born out a long line of not only chaos witches but telepaths.

You lead with intention; you didn't need the spells in the book because you made your own. You were an omega level mutant with years of magic under your belt. Though you came from a dark past being trained by Agatha Harkness. She taught you everything she knew about being a witch. Your powers slowly grew and flourished, you thought that you would be by her side, in her coven. If you had repeated her words, Agatha would say she didn't really 'do' covens. She tried to steal your power at the end of the witches' road, but you hadn't let her. You hadn't killed her that night, but she'd been close to it.

You breathed out quietly, as you tried to think clearly, which was nearly impossible with a centuries old witch sucking the life force from your body and stole your powers like it was fresh oxygen to her lungs. You watched the movement of her hands; you saw the look on her face, you felt the hold she had on your body. She takes from the core of witches' power, feeling of vibrant, dense magic your gut where she'd currently been taken from.

Instead letting her take your magic, with a twist of your hands you reclaimed your power. Taking the misty blue shade of your power was drifting between the two of you, now floating in the air as it stopped in moving towards her and there in the hallow distance. Then you pushed your back forward, throwing her back towards the nearest tree. You fell to the ground as her grasp slipped, the magic she'd taken from you slingshot back into your body. The power making your head roll back as your hands came out to your sides, closing your eyes and seeing into her mind.

"H-How are you doing that!" She yelled. "You-."

"Give me back my power." You growled, before pulling your arms back like you were a conductor in a band, the power surging back into you, blue mist created all around you as you felt your core grow darker. Once you got a grasp on her, you took some of her power, she had plenty lend out right? You gasped at the feeling, your brown eyes covered in a misty dark blue circle moving around like a wave. It was like a vampire's first sip of blood, Eve's first apple from the tree, it was exhilarating knowing that you were doing the wrong thing.

You'd been helping out Logan with his nightmares, when he suggested you show him your trauma, knowing over your own nightmares and demons. For you it was projecting the imagine in to his mind. Slience had grown between the two of you has the event played out before your eyes. You could feel Logan's hands finding your own, his large fingers grasping at your palm as you started feeling tears fall down your cheeks. You could hear his words in the back of your mind, almost as if you were in a colosseum, his deep voice echoing in your ears.

Something that had scared from the start was helping him with his nightmares. The two of you already had some type of unspoken bond.

With him it was different you connected your telepathic abilities to his memories. It had actually been Charles idea, and it only brought the two of you closer. Something that had scared you from the very start, how easy the two of you connected. You didn't quite understand why he wanted to connect with you.

You knew you had a lot of issues with your confidence, though not from a lack of trying, you always pushed yourself to wear the dress or shirt you want. Telling yourself that you know you looked good, yes you are plus sized, but you love your body. But it wasn't always that not with a mother who always seemed to hate your body, hate what you put into it. So you hated your body, and you hated what you put into it. She'd always say it was because of your health but she used it like a weapon, threatening to lock food away because you ate too much. The more she pushed more weight you gained; you looked back at your past self and sigh at how you looked. Then you would remind yourself that you do like your body you just have a complicated relationship with it. Nothing was all bad or all good, you had to remind yourself of that, so you didn't only focus on one or the other in someone.

Logan had didn't really care who he slept with, in the mid 70s-90s he fucked his way through Canada, literally. He'd get on his motorcycle and see where the road took him. Always finding some secluded space to light up a cigar, drink and look out into the night. Dreaming of a life that was far away from him now, something he couldn't quite remember but always saw bits and pieces of. Logan had slept with a many different plus size women, with two hundred years thrown under his belt, he'd been with all different body types. Sometimes you'd been talking to your friend on the phone about it. You couldn't really talk to anyone hear about it because they would just your not fat, when that's not true. 'Fat' is not a bad word, but it is offence when you used as one. Logan would walk into the room, overhearing the conversation from a distance, he stalks in and grunts,

"I don't fucking what plus size even means? Yeah, you weigh more than 100 pounds, I don't really give a fuck." Logan retorted, his eyes on yours, your cheeks completely flushing at his words. Logan always made you laugh but he rarely turned you on, well not in front of him. You wrote about him in your journals, saw him in your dreams and imagined waking up with him in the morning. Like it was a casual thing not something you thought would be inescapable.

Though you couldn't help but blurt out, "Way more than that, Logan." You mumbled, looking down at your hands. Then his large warm hand came down your knee, grasping at the bone, making your eyes flutter shut as you felt his hand on your bare skin. Something you would probably replay in your mind over and over again.

"I already said I don't really care, now didn't I princess?" You grinned up at him, as he gave you a grin, one he only reserved for you. He almost never showed his teeth when he smiled, but with you it seemed to just happen. Your hand moves on top of his, as you gaze back into his eyes, you felt a simmering tension between the two of you. His green eyes had a particular sparkle in it, in times like these you wished your morals were as bendable as they were in the past. But you wouldn't read his mind, without his consent, though he'd shrug and say he didn't mind. Your thoughts swirling in your head you gave him a light glare, you shoved at his shoulder.

"Princess." You sneer, scrunching your nose at him. "Okay kitty cat." You dropped your voice, shaking your head as you made a silly voice.

"Y/n I swear to god if-." Logan growled.

"Oh whatta gonna do stab me with your big scary claws?"

"Precisely."

"I never thought you'd kill a friend, Lo!" The two of you got caught in the laughter, your hand coming to your belly, as you lightly shoved at his shoulder. The smile that sat on his face was something so endearing, it stirred something in your gut, in your chest. Things that you haven't really felt in a very long time. You hadn't been with anyone for decades, you never wanted to. Finding out early on in your life that you didn't do meaningless sex, it was unfulling and always made you sad. You don't know why your mind was jumping to sex while thinking about your best friend, but it was Logan Howlett. 

He didn't know how he went from giggling with you one day to you adamantly ignoring him the next. But Logan knew what was going on, you had warned him before, but he just wondered what had triggered your detachment. He knew that he couldn't handle the distance, that if felt like he was missing apart of himself. Though Logan didn't want to be that sappy, you made him feel alive again.

Your emotions were intense, you could feel them run through you, if you got to excited its like you could feel it running down your spine. Sadness is settled in your chest and anxiety was in your gut. But with your Logan you always felt this longing, looking over at him, his eyes soft. You wanted to reach out and touch his hand, but you hadn't. You just closed in on yourself, numbing your feelings, focusing on your job. But then you got 'sick', Logan had brought you breakfast and coffee, taking the morning off to help you. You'd been surprised since you'd been ignoring him but he was adamant.

The bed lightly creaked as he sat next to you, his hand reaching out for your shoulder. You were curled in what you called your, sensory sock, the one you had was bigger than you. But it would not fit Logan's body, so he tried to find a bigger one online. He didn't know why but he just thought maybe one day you could use it together, if that was a thing you would do. He always seemed a little nervous when it came to your accommodations, he just didn't want to do the wrong thing or hurt your feelings, knowing how sensitive you could be.

You poked your head out of the pocket, and he grinned down at you, as he gave him a tired look. "Sorry to wake you, princess." You blushed deeply at the nickname.

"Its okay, what's up?" You murmured, leaning your head against the pillow, his eyes trailed over your soft black curly hair, reaching out to run his fingers through hair, before stopping, and looking away.

"What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Logan questioned, before you reached out for his hand.

"No-no. I just-I overthink too much and I feel these things that aren't even real but things that I made up in my brain...but I think it's real." You tried to explain, it was hard to connect your mouth to your brain, you became far too nervous, overthinking every movement and action before you start saying things that you don't mean, phrasing something you're trying to say in a condensed way. Or completely overexplaining something, talking very quickly and nervously, then feeling bad for being so skittish.

Logan leant forward, your arm coming out of the hole of the sheet, reaching out for his hand. He grasped your fingers in his large palm, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand before leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I'm just burnout, I start people pleasing but not in a good way? I say yes to things that cross my boundaries and say no to things that don't, i easily confused things like that all the time..."

"You do that with me, honey?" Logan rasped, leaning down his hair sweep down in front of his face, undone at this time of the morning. His hand moving to your shoulder lightly, you breathed a little harder before shaking your head.

Honey

Logan's hand moved back to your cheek, you shook your head as you started thinking about superficial rules of status and attraction, that he was far out of your league, that you weighed almost as much as Logan, but he didn't care. He also worked out a lot more than you did, his muscles growing and getting more toned.

"I-I um I don't..." You trailed, looking away, flustered. "I don't try to." Logan grinned over at you, his green eyes crinkling at the sides. Your eyes went down to his lips, your chest heaving with a breath as you met Logan's eyes. His own eyes going to your lips before showing you a toothy grin.

"Have you eaten?" Logan asked.

"Not yet." You murmured as he reached his hand out towards yours, you sighed, grunting as you got up, though Logan tugged you his strength outweighing your size as you stumbled into his chest with an "ompf." His arms moved around your hips, to steady you, you deciding wrapped your arms his waist. Hugging your body to his, Logan's body relaxed at the feeling of your body pressed to his, the dips of curves against his felt ridged abs, it was intoxicating for him. The feeling of his cock stirring in his pants, made him clear his throat, the imagine of his hands wondering your rolls, kissing your stretch marks and cellulite praising your body. Feeling your large breasts between his fingers, putting his face between your tits, burying his nose to your chest. Moving his hips away from your body as he pressed his lips to forehead. Logan tried not to look down at you, but it was nearly impossible with your slightly swollen eyes, the way your hair looked a little messy. He shook his head before turning around, his hand coming to your back to lead you towards the door.

"C'mon hun."

With the way he practically dragged you out of bed, you wondered if he'd ever be able to pick you up. Though you doubted it, because no one else had ever been able to. It just wasn't something that was going to happen, you weren't light, and some fantasies just wouldn't work. Even though in you fantasizes Logan could and would do anything. Much to your surprise, he'd been able to pick you up easily, one day you had fallen asleep in the library. Your head tucked into your book; Logan tried to muffle his laugh as he looked down at you. Looking over at the clock he had hit 11 o'clock, and he hadn't seen you in your room. Usually, he checked on you at night, only once and sometimes you were up so you knew about it. He'd hope that he didn't creep you out, but you found it endearing, feeling protective.

Logan reached gently for your book, resting your head against the couch, before looking for your bookmark to no avail. His hand went to his pocket as he took off his dog tags. Tucking the metal piece half way down the page before draping the chain down the spine of the book. He tucked it under his arm, before leaning down to put his arms under our back and legs. He held you close in his large arms before moving towards your bedroom. Logan tried to focus on where he was going but he was distracted but your restful face. You looked like you were at peace, nuzzling into his chest as you started to wake up. He kicked open your door before moving to set you down on your bed. Opening your eyes, you grinned as he sat down next to you and squinted, "How long you been awake?"

"Little while." You giggled, giving him a dreary smile. Logan's hand came up to your cheek, brushing the side of his thumb against your cheekbone. Then catching a piece of your hair between his fingers as he leant down to kiss your cheek. But then you turned your head, your lips accidentally pressing to his. The two of you froze against each other, Logan slightly moved forward as his eyes remained closed, before stopped. He didn't want the moment to end, but as you moved back to look at him. Green eyes reflected in your brown, his eyes shifted back and forth between your own. Your heartbeat was rushing in your ears, and you couldn't think straight as you looked back into his eyes. Logan swallowed, before leaning back offering you a soft smile.

"Goodnight sweetheart." Logan murmured, his eyes moving over your face almost as if he were memorizing it.

"Night, Lo."

note: whenever i write just have in mind, all my of mental illness', i do not want to say my ocd traits are like my autistic ones, because they are very different! if you look at welcome to my blog post i talk about them there! I just didn't want to put all five of my mental illness' in the tags lmao

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kind of curious why you think agatha and rio will have a happy ending when the show has been spelling out how this is going to end

I don't believe I ever said they are going to have a happy ending, at least not in the traditional sense of the word, but I do believe that they will both recieve exactly what they need from the road and will be able to move forward with the next chapter of their journey.

I also think it has been made abundtly clear that no matter what happens with these two, whether its them walking off into the sunset together or them going their separate ways, they always eventually find their way back to each other and that no matter how far apart they are or how long they're apart, they will always have a deep love for each other.

Even if Agatha dies, which I truly do not believe will happen, that's still not an unhappy ending because Rio is Death.

The beautiful thing about how they have written Agatha and Rio's intereoven story is that it's going to be VERY difficult, in my opinion, to have an ending that is "bad". They would have to completely derail who these characters are in order for that to happen... like just look at this last episode with Lilia's death... a huge component of that journey for her was making it clear that Death is not a villain, but simply something that happens to everyone. Rio is not a villain. Even Jac has confirmed numerous times that Rio is not a villain but an antagonist, the plot point that forces Agatha, the protangonist, to face what she needs to face, to overcome her past to be able to move forward.

I'm more than okay with that!

I also trust Kathryn Hahn. If she says she is excited for us to see the last two episodes, then I trust that whatever happens is going to do these characters justice.

[agatharkn3ss]

the Tarot reading (spoilers)

We have today's clip from ep.7, where Lilia explains the layout of the Safe Passage tarot spread. In one of the promos, there is also a shot showing cards on the table in that same spread, so I thought I'll put the two together, just for fun!

In the clip it looks like maybe Lilia is doing a reading for Billy as he's sat in front of her? But the cards below seem like they would suit Agatha better (though I'll leave the psychic interpretations to you!). So maybe they all get a reading each?

(The card meanings taken from biddytarot.com)

Card 1: "You, The Traveller": Five of Wands [Reversed]

UPRIGHT: Conflict, disagreements, competition, tension, diversity REVERSED: Inner conflict, conflict avoidance, tension release In the Five of Wands, five men appear to be fighting each other, using their wands as weapons. However, on closer observation, their wands are raised but not striking or injuring anyone. It is as if there is no real purpose or outcome in this chaotic scene other than to create conflict and sow discord amongst the group. Each man wears a different outfit, symbolising their diverse backgrounds and belief systems, and suggesting that, because of their differences, they cannot find harmony and common ground with one another

Card 2: "What's missing, the reason for your quest": Two of Wands

UPRIGHT: Future planning, progress, decisions, discovery REVERSED: Personal goals, inner alignment, fear of unknown, lack of planning The Two of Wands shows a man, dressed in a red robe and hat, holding a small globe. The world is literally in his hands, marking the enormous potential before him if he can expand his horizons accordingly. He stands within the confines of his castle, suggesting that while he is contemplating significant opportunities, the man has not yet left his comfort zone to pursue them; he is still very much in the planning phase. His hand rests on an upright wand, and a second wand is affixed to the castle’s wall, a further sign that he is still not ready to venture out. In the background, the land is fertile while also rocky, promising that he has a good chance for success, so long as he can overcome the challenges that will arise.

Card 3: "The path behind, wounds suffered, lessons learnt": The World

UPRIGHT: Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel REVERSED: Seeking personal closure, short-cuts, delays The World card shows a naked woman wrapped in a purple cloth, dancing inside a large laurel wreath. She looks behind her to the past, while her body moves forward to the future. In her hands are two wands or batons, like the one The Magician holds. It is a symbol that what was manifested with The Magician has now come to completion with The World. The wreath is circular, symbolizing a continual cycle of successful completion and new beginnings because, as the woman steps through the wreath, she is completing one phase but beginning another one almost straight away. Around the wreath are four figures (a lion, bull, cherub and eagle), similar to those in the Wheel of Fortune. Both The World and the Wheel of Fortune speak to the cyclical nature of your life and your progression through its cycles. The four figures represent the four fixed signs of the Zodiac—Leo, Taurus, Aquarius, and Scorpio. They are symbolic of the four elements, the four suits of Tarot, four compass points, four seasons, and the four corners of the Universe. They are here to guide you from one phase to the next, bringing balance and harmony to your journey.

Card 4: "The path ahead, space for growth and discovery": Page of Swords

UPRIGHT: New ideas, curiosity, thirst for knowledge, new ways of communicating REVERSED: Self-expression, all talk and no action, haphazard action, haste The Page of Swords shows a young man standing with his sword pointing upwards to the sky. His body and the sword lean in one direction, but he looks the other way as if to see what else is happening around him. A breeze blows through the young man’s hair, and the clouds behind him appear to dash through the sky, bringing dynamic energy to the card. The ground on which the Page stands is green and fertile, suggesting that the Page’s ideas are likely to bring positive change and forward movement.

Card 5: "Obstacles": Wheel of Fortune (btw this card - and the Tower card - was also shown behind William Kaplan in Lilia's tent at the bar mitzvah)

UPRIGHT: Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point REVERSED: Bad luck, resistance to change, breaking cycles The Wheel of Fortune card shows a giant wheel, with three figures on the outer edges. Four Hebrew letters – YHVH (Yod Heh Vau Heh), the unpronounceable name of God – are inscribed on the wheel’s face. There are also the letters TORA, thought to be a version of the word Torah, meaning ‘law’, or TAROT, or even ROTA (Latin for ‘wheel’). The middle wheel has the alchemical symbols for mercury, sulphur, water and salt – the building blocks of life and the four elements – and represents formative power. On the outer circle is a snake, the Egyptian god Typhon (the god of evil), descending on the left side. The snake also represents the life force plunging into the material world. On the right side rises the Anubis, the Egyptian God of the dead who welcomes souls to the underworld. And on top of the wheel sits the Sphinx, representing knowledge and strength. In the corners of the Wheel of Fortune card are four winged creatures, each associated with the four fixed signs of the Zodiac: the angel is Aquarius, the eagle is Scorpio, the lion is Leo, and the bull is Taurus. Their wings signify stability amidst movement and change, and each holds the Torah, representing wisdom.

Card 6: "A potential Windfall": The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT: Pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives REVERSED: Delays, resistance, stalling, indecision The Hanged Man shows a man suspended from a T-shaped cross made of living wood. He is hanging upside-down, viewing the world from a completely different perspective, and his facial expression is calm and serene, suggesting that he is in this hanging position by his own choice. He has a halo around his head, symbolizing new insight, awareness and enlightenment. His right foot is bound to the tree, but his left foot remains free, bent at the knee and tucked in behind his right leg. His arms are bent, with hands held behind his back, forming an inverted triangle. The man is wearing red pants representing human passion and the physical body, and a blue vest for knowledge. The Hanged Man is the card of ultimate surrender, of being suspended in time and of martyrdom and sacrifice to the greater good.

Card 7: "The Destination": Ten of Swords

UPRIGHT: Painful endings, deep wounds, betrayal, loss, crisis REVERSED: Recovery, regeneration, resisting an inevitable end The Ten of Swords shows a man lying face down, apparently dead, with ten swords in his back. A red cape drapes over the lower half of his body as a sign of dignity as he leaves this world. While the dark sky is ominous, the sun is rising on the horizon, bringing a renewed sense of hope and opportunity. The calm sea in the background also brings solace, suggesting that even in times of darkness, there is a sense of peace and calm to be found.

[isagrimorie]

What do you think about the people saying that it's a disservice to Agatha, a female gay character, being killed on her own show to prop up a man and set up his show

I can see how the optics looks but also I guess my point of view is different.

A thing that helps me is that I knew before hand that in the comics, Agatha was a ghost. It didn’t slow comics!Agatha one bit becoming a ghost. Eventually she was able to get her own body back.

Before that there was several dances of Agatha dying and then reviving but it’s almost never explained how she lived.

Honestly, I feel like I should have known this was coming since being a ghost was a big part of Agatha’s arc.

This just has the added bonus of pissing Rio off.

She loves Rio but when Agatha said she would hate Rio if she took Nicky… Agatha is a woman of her word.

And for near immortals, Agatha can both love and hate for a long, long time.

Also, honestly, if Agatha really wanted Rio to leave her alone, Agatha would have sincerely honored her bargain with Rio. Instead, by becoming a ghost Agatha ensured that some part of Rio will be searching and chasing after Agatha.

But also— I just… can’t reduce that whole thing to just sacrificing for a boy when episode 9 took a long time establishing why Agatha felt such a bond with Billy.

This is all tied up with her love for Nicky.

Agatha’s other wound that never healed. I get the whole thing about propping a boy (not a man since Billy is a teenager) but also, after the whole backstory— its clear now that Agatha All Along was about the creation of a long con, about Agatha’s tumultuous relationship with Death (big and little ‘d’). And, parenthood.

Lorna Wu and Alice Wu Gulliver and the world wide protection spell. She was able to do what Agatha couldn’t do for Nicky.

And then Agatha took Alice’s life.

Billy is the Kaplans’ son, but also at this point, for Agatha Billy is who she wanted Nicky to become.

I do understand why it’s disappointing but personally, I don’t find it disappointing because I don’t see Agatha as a prop to Billy’s story.

I see Billy as a stepping stone for Agatha to finally move forward and heal.

Nicky was a stop gap, Rio is… unable to say ‘no’ to Agatha’s whimsical requests.

After Nicky died Agatha became a walking, talking gaping wound. A blackhole of want. She is trying to fill that up with her insatiable need for power.

She cut herself off from Rio when she acquired the Darkhold.

Billy seems to be a step for Agatha to stem the tide and move on from being the Three of Swords.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Family love(less). Prologue

Self-Aware! Platonic! Yandere! BSD Characters x GN! Child! Abused! Reader

Description: You are unwanted by your family because of the circumstances of your birth. Your only company are Internet and Books.

You want to escape from this place. You want to have friends and real family.

One night, something strange happened.

You woke up on streets of Yokohama.

And a silver-haired man was looking at you.

But you didn't get here alone.

Tags: Found Family, Isekai, Spoilers for Bungou Stray Dogs Anime, Manga and Light Novels.

Warning: OOC, Platonic Yandere, Bad Relatives, Abusive Family, Bulling, Hurtful comments about Reader and about BSD characters, Physical punishment. BSD Cast want to deal with bad relatives accordingly. English is my second language.

A/N: Multi-chapter fanfic. There will be named OC. All similarities with real people are accidental. This fic wasn't created to mock or to insult anyone. I just want to write something about Platonic Yandere. Hope you enjoy.

Prologue. Storm

School bell rang. The long day of studying was finally over. Students started to put their stuff back in their backpacks. It was time to go home.

You were on a mission. You needed to leave school as fast as you can, without getting the attention of teachers and other students.

You hoped that today you will be lucky enough and no one will notice you.

You quickly grabbed your backpack and hurry to the school's exit.

Getting from class to the corridor - SUCCESS!

Getting from corridor to school exit - SUCCESS!

Getting across School Yard - SUCCE....

"Out of the way, Thing!"

Someone shoved you forward. You lost your balance and fall. You tried to stand up or, at least, rolled on the side.

Someone stepped on you. They continue walking, like you were a part of the road.

Cousin Janie...

Second person followed.... Then third... Then fourth...

Bill... Lily... Jack...

You saw, how adults just moved past you. They pretend, that they didn't see, how children just walking all over another child.

It was nothing new to you.

Miss Agatha... Mister Frank...

You were glad, that, at least, adults wasn't trying to step on you.

Finally, the last of your classmates walked away. You could finally stand up.

Slowly and carefully. Your body was sore. You were dirty. All your clothes were covered in shoe marks. Your hair was dirty. Someone spit on you, you were sure of that.

You start walking home.

_____________

To get home, you need to walk near the park. Small green 'island' in your little town.

"Hey, little rat, were you playing in the dirt again?"

Your Big Brother Steve was waiting for you here. You hoped that he already was home.

Steve was grinning. His tone of voice was full of poorly hidden hate.

"Little rat, you can't go home like this. Little Pig like you need to take a bath. Don't worry, your Big Brother will help you."

He was too strong. You could never overpower a seventeen-year-old.

There was a river in the park.

And Steve threw you and your backpack right in the river.

You were glad, that river wasn't deep.

But now you were completely soaked.

"Now you really are a Rat. A Wet Dirty Rat"

Steve is gone.

You still need to go home.

__________

You reached your home.

________

Ten slaps on left cheek for been wet.

Ten slaps on right cheek for been dirty.

Spanking for trying to leave the school without been noticed.

_______

You were tired and sore.

After the shower, you limp towards your room.

The only place you can be somehow safe.

You barely manage to get into your room. It was small. You had a bed here. A shelf for clothes and books. A small table.

And no windows.

____________

You were a middle child.

Your older siblings were called gold siblings.

Smart, beautiful, handsome, future of the family.

Your younger siblings were called rays of hope.

Cute, precious, hope for the family.

And there were you...

You were you.

For some reason, no matter, what you do, it wasn't good enough for your parents.

No matter, how good your grades are, or if you've won anything.

There were always 'Don't bother me' or 'You don't matter'.

You aren't enough.

Other adults in your family ignored you. They didn't care about you.

They don't see anything wrong with your parents' attitude towards you.

It's not like you are their child.

Besides, your parents never hurt you... much.

Every parent discipline their children.

Your cousins and siblings on the other hand...

They hate you. For some reason.

They saw you as a toy or a servant.

Because adults never tell them to stop bothering you.

They learned, that they can do anything they want to you.

Your family don't care.

Under the influence of your younger siblings, other kids start treating you worse.

In good case scenario, you were ignored.

In worst case scenario you had to run away.

Teachers in your school don't care.

They have better things to do, than dealing with your problems.

__________

You learned few things.

First, always be quiet. Don't draw attention to yourself.

Second, hide important things in your drawer. Your family won't search through your underwear.

Third, there was some wrong with your birth. Something was different. Different in a bad way. You tried to learn more, but no matter who you ask, they didn't tell you anything.

Maybe, one day, when you are older, you will find the truth.

Until then, you need to live in current day.

Right now, you need to have dinner with your family.

With every member of your family.

Today was the first day of Family Reunion.

And it will be hosted in your parents' house.

_________

"[Y/N], eat slow. You are not a pig."

"[Y/N], eat faster. Don't make us wait."

"[Y/N], eat less. You are already fat."

"[Y/N], eat more. You look like a skeleton. People might think that you are starving. Your parents will be in trouble."

"[Y/N], don't you dare shout at your younger siblings! What do you mean, they deserve it? They are younger, then you, they want to play. Yes, even if by play they mean throw food at you."

__________

After taking another shower, you finally were back in your room.

You lay down on the bed. You had some free time.

You need some energy.

You open your phone.

They bought it for you to make neighbors shut up and stop gossiping about your family been so poor, they can't afford to buy a phone for a kid.

You open the app that helped you during bad times.

Bungou Stray Dogs Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

________

You learned about BSD from your siblings.

Almost all of your cousins of all ages were big fans of anime.

They liked to watch anime and manga together during video calls.

Bungou Stray Dogs were among many titles they have watched.

And they have a very strange relationship with this manga.

They hate it and love it at the same time.

They love character designs, you were sure about that.

But you are also sure, that they hate the fact, that characters were based on writers.

You remember, how your cousin Ralph failed a test about John Steinbeck. He was on a video call with your older sister, and you could hear how he was cursing Steinbeck from manga... For some reason.

You can't understand your older relatives.

And you remember, how angry your older sister Jane was on Gogol from manga. She decided to read real world Gogol works. She bought books. When she realized, that books weren't funny, she wanted to drop it. But, because your parents already knew that 'their dear princess' start reading serious literature, she couldn't do it without disappointing them.

So, she cursed character, instead of telling parents the truth.

___________

Despite the fact, that your family has a bizarre relationship with Bungou Stray Dogs and you were too young to read it, you wanted to watch BSD too. Or read it.

There was no problem with watching it. You managed to find a website where you could watch it for free.

But, no matter how hard you try, you couldn't find a way to read BSD for free.

There were all Manga volumes and Light Novels in your house. Your older brother and sister have their own copies.

And you can't ask them to let you read their copies. Because they don't like you. Because they will laugh at you. Wondering, how someone as stupid as you can read.

You can't ask your parents to buy you manga. Because your family don't care if you want something. Phone was necessary. Internet is needed by all family members. There's no law that said that parents must provide a source of entertainment for a child.

But, one day, you were in luck. A very strange luck.

Two months ago you got a whole set of BSD manga and light novels.

_____________

Your Older Brother Steve and Older Sister Jane were... very impulsive.

They tried to stay in trend. To be loved by their classmates. To stay popular in school.

So, when another popular school group decide, that Bungou Stray Dogs manga was for nerds, because cool kids don't read anything, where they can find information about real authors, your brother, sister and your cousins (who attended the same school and were 'loyal' to your older siblings) threw away their BSD Manga and Light Novels. Before that they rip some pages out, tear apart a few books, try to drown them and dance on the poor books.

Then they tell you to throw the garbage away. That's how you manage to salvage the books.

They were in need of some serious repairs, but, you could do it by yourself. And your family wasn't that petty to count, how many tapes you were using or if you take the scissors.

You spend three nights repairing books. You were searching through a big pile of manga and light novels copies for pages in good condition. You use tape and glue on pages to make them whole again.

With great care, you manage to make yourself a full collection of BSD Manga and Light Novels.

After job well done, you were finally able to read manga. You were looking forward to that moment.

__________

In BSD World. Two months ago.

__________

BSD Characters were gathered in the Meeting Room of Port Mafia.

All of them looked tired. They were on the verge of a breakdown.

They don't know why they deserved it.

But they hated that terrible creatures, that called themselves Real People.

Time and time again, they were forced to relieve the worst moments of their lives.

And every time they have heard THEM.

Many different people that were mocking them. Laughing at them. Saying disgusting things about them.

"Why this crybaby Atsushi even here? If he suffers so much, why won't he off himself?"

"Is Chuuya really a Mafioso? I mean, he is mourning the death of the Flags. Aren't mobsters supposed to be cold and emotionless?"

"Ha! Think, what you want, but Oda's dub in this scene make brats' death hilarious."

"I think that Yosano's backstory should be more tragic. Right now it's bland. Her favorite solder killed himself and called her an Angel of Death. It would be better, if Mori was..."

"OH NO! The Clown is alive! Why?! Just Why?! He is a stupid character!"

Comment. After comment. After comment.

About how terrible they are. How useless they are.

How real people wish that BSD cast suffer.

Cursing them for having similar names with some other people from their world.

And now, they did something with them.

All BSD characters feel pain. Someone was tearing them apart. Someone was trying to drown them.

And they can't do anything to protect themselves.

And then another Kitsunebi¹ appeared.

This one was purple.

So, real people decide to end them.

No one from BSD Cast has power to fight. They were waiting for their end.

"Well, I have everything I need. Let's start with the first volume..."

_________

This one was healing them...

BSD characters feel, how their bodies wasn't sore anymore. How they're getting their strength back.

For three nights, Purple Light was taking care of them.

And talking...

"Okay, this goes here... Here we go, good as knew."

"Wow, this page will be beautiful again, when I finish with it."

"I can't wait to read BSD from the beginning. It must be wonderful. Anime was good."

BSD cast were confused. You...

Why this one was different? Was that a trick? Are they going to curse them?

The time reset again. Time to relive their lives. Again.

_________

In Bungou Stray Dogs World. Nowadays

________

"Our Dear [Y/N] are opening the App! Everybody ready?" called Yosano, finishing adding another ten power up materials in her present to you today.

The choir of "yes" was an answer to her.

No one can tell, that two months ago they all were broken and could barely stand.

Dear [Y/N], their precious Guiding Light, saved them.

Not even once they say something hateful about anyone of them. There was only love and understanding. And warmth. Warmth of a child who loved them unconditionally.

All of them cherished [Y/N]. Because they were the only one, who saw, what a great child [Y/N] were.

When they got access to [Y/N]'s phone, they heard it all.

Bullies. Relatives. Siblings. Parents.

Their comments. Their hate, that was aimed at [Y/N]. A defenseless, innocent child.

BSD Cast hate [Y/N]'s family. For what they are doing to them. And for what they have done to characters themselves.

Soon they will be in Real world. They will save Their Dear Guiding Light.

But, before that, they need to punish everyone, who wronged [Y/N].

The Portal was almost ready.

They only need to wait until Midnight.

_________

In real world

_________

You spend an hour playing BSD Mayoi. You got many notes from characters. They were cheering for you. They mentioned that they love you.

You were happier, than before.

At least someone was glad, that you exist.

You hopped that one day you will escape from your family. And find a real family and friends.

You looked at the clock.

Almost 11 pm. You need to go to bed.

Dozing off, you hear, that storm has begun. Raindrops start falling down from the sky.

_________

At the midnight, your phone start glowing white.

The lightning struck.

White light fill all rooms in your house.

When it faded, the house was empty.

And pages of your BSD books start glowing white.

_______

Time resets.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was a thirty-two years old bodyguard again. His client died recently. But right now, he has more important things to do.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was cradling a sleeping eleven-year-old child.

And, for now, he was ignoring the four people laying on the ground at his feet.

[mr-ys-phantasma]

🌙 Moon Phases 🌙

Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1269

Chapter 30:

You took a deep breath, not wishing to go further down that particular memory. It was still not a happy thing, and you would be lying if you said it didn't affect you from time to time.

Wishing to forget, you chose to stand just as you felt Rio even closer to you. She did love invading your personal space, often choosing to do that when you had your back turned; making your heart beat faster.

For you could sense her and the danger coming with her. Your body reacted with adrenaline and excitement, and a part of your subconscious yearned for her hard touch when you least expected it.

Controlling your emotions and not letting them push you towards a quick way to forget, you turned to face her.

Once again, you stood merely a breath away. Invisible waves of power radiating from both of you, clashing and mixing. The red full moon casted its light on your faces, one side brighter than the other; the perfect duality.

Rio initiated the first move, her fingers gently tucking a strand behind your ear. Her long nails carefully caressed your skin at the same time, drawing invisible lines that made you shiver and part your lips faintly.

She eyed them carefully but did not move for the claim, not yet. "You shouldn't be here, baby girl," she repeated like she had done back then in the woods. "It's not too late to leave,"

Her words managed to bypass the mixing emotions that she was causing you with her touch, and you focused on what she was saying. "We both know I can't leave the Road," you reminded her. "Not unless I am dead... and I doubt you are looking forward to that."

Rio smirked at your words.

She had taken an interest in you, a liking. You were not like Agatha.... no, your case was different yet equally compelling. You were unique, one of a kind, and she would be a fool to just let you go like that; to let you slip through her fingers.

"See, you know me too well." she finally commented after staring at you with a darker, more lustful look. Her hand never stopped caressing your skin. Her face then shifted to a more serious one. "You can get out of here, I can help you,"

You were surprised by her determination to get you out, her stubbornness not to let you continue down the path. Partially, you thought she was just being the weird, possessive, caring woman you had come to know her... but not entirely.

A little voice in the back of your mind kept suspecting that Rio had other plans... other plans for Agatha, considering their not so good terms of their former relationship. And if that was the case, she wanted you out because you would be a bigger obstacle than she wanted.

"What about Agatha?" You asked innocently, hiding your suspicions and thoughts from her sharp gaze.

"This is her fight, not yours. She has no choice."

"But I do," you countered and took a deep breath. "And I choose to stand with her until the very end of my life."

Something flashed into her eyes, and the hand that was so gently caressing your skin chose to attack it all the same. One moment, you were fighting goosebumps from showing up, and the next, you found her hand wrapped around her neck; threatening to block your air intake.

Rio pulled you closer that way, and you stared at her with wide eyes at the manhandling, one hand grabbing her wrist in a futile attempt to free your neck.

The Green Witch seemed to take inner joy and pleasure in that wide eye doe look you were giving her, the feeling of your beating pulse beneath her fingers making her high; temptations filling her mind and was so close in squeezing just a tad more.

"And Agatha thinks you are not such a witch," she commented, remembering how certain Agatha was for you.

How certain she was you would not be able to help them form the three witch coven. Yet if she could hear you know, if she could see what Rio saw... she would change her mind.

"What... what are you talking about?" You managed to ask, trying to ignore any feelings pooling in your body from the manhandling but also not let panic arise within you by the fact that you were chocked.

Rio offered a toothy grin. "Nothing," she replied as enigmatic as ever. She then pulled you closer and stole a quick, needy kiss.

Your eyes were wide at the gesture, but soon, your emotions got the best of you. The tide was high, the waves crashing wildly against the shore, and it was impossible to try and escape them as they took you with them.

And so, you closed your eyes and returned the kiss; feeling how addictive her lips felt and how oddly nice and Earthly they felt against yours.

Rio seemed to approve your willingness to follow as she pressed you more against her and attacked your lips. Her teeth bit and pulled your lower lip with hunger, satisfied only when you both felt the familiar metallic sensation of blood in your mouths.

She didn't let you pull back until she was satisfied, and only when she wished it did she let you get for some air. She released your neck and watched with satisfaction at your bleeding lip and the faint red marking of fingers against your pale skin.

You panted, staring at her with wide eyes, and you subconsciously brought a finger to your lips; only to see the bright red colour of your blood staining it.

"You should go now" she said, acting as if she had not just devoured you a second go; or the fact that she felt tempted to take you on those floor pillows with the body of Alice as a spectator.

"Why?" You found the courage to ask, your brain still trying to recover from what had just happened.

"I fear your duty as Agatha's White Knight is calling you," she replied enigmatically once again. "Oh, one more thing,"

Before you could ask her or even take a step towards the exit, you saw her licking her index finger and then drug it above your lips; specifically above her teeth wound on you.

Her magic worked fast, healing the wound as the finger passed above it, and only then did she pull back. She smirked and motioned with her hand in a 'shoo' motion, a sign it was time for you to go.

You had so many questions, so many things you wanted to say or ask, but you didn't. Rembering Agatha, you turned and hurriedly towards the exit; glancing at Rio one last time above your shoulder before you climbed the wooden ladder.

The missing coven members...

Once out, you took a moment to breathe deeply the fresh air, and you moved further down the path; expecting to find the others waiting, hopefully.

However, you came to a halt when you didn't find them. Instead, you only found Teen standing alone, a faint blue glow still visible in his hands.

He sensed you, and as he turned, you took notice of a crown that had formed on his head and that look in his eyes.

The mising Agatha...

Teen with magic...

Immediately, you connected the dots, and before he could try anything, whether to attack or talk to you, you moved in first; white magic coming alive as your temper flared.

Rio's words....

Chapter 31

[gavillain]

My thoughts and theories after Agatha All Along episode 3. Read no further if you haven't seen the episode yet.

SHARON NOOOOOOO :'( Honestly, with the way Agatha brought her along essentially to be a meat shield, it's not surprising that she died so early on the journey down the Witches' Road, but I was still surprised that they killed off the comic relief this early. But I caught that they didn't add Sharon's hair to the antidote when brewing the potion, and I think that'll be discussed next episode. The show definitely had to establish the stakes of the Road as life or death early on, and Sharon was the only character who they COULD kill off since she was the only one without a mystery to solve. Still, sad to see her go.

In more important news, though, MEPHISTO GOT NAME DROPPED. HE'S COMING ASDFGHJKL; Listen, after all the speculation we were all doing during WandaVision about Mephisto showing up, to hear him get referenced makes me EXCITED to see if that's just going to be a world building detail or if he's going to be relevant in the story.

Agatha giving up her son, Nicholas Scratch, for the Darkhold was established as a part of her reputation in this episode. The trailers confirm that it's a bit more complicated than that, so I'm curious to know the full story. Right now, I'm theorizing that the hair in the locket is Nicholas's, and, if you remember from WandaVision, she plucked that locket off of her mother's corpse after stealing mommy's powers. So, I'm fairly certain Agatha sacrificing Nicholas is tied in with why her mother tried to have her executed back in the 1600s, and maybe Mama Harkness did something that resulted in her grandson's death? I dunno, but I wanna know! I think Nicholas Scratch IS still alive, though, and I think he's going to be the twist Big Bad of the show.

Teen is pretty obviously Billy Kaplan, and it's so obvious in fact that I wonder if it's going to be a bait and switch and he's somehow Nicholas? But like... maybe I'm overthinking it and it's only obvious that he's Billy to us comics fans. For normies watching this with only WandaVision and Multiverse of Madness for context, him being Billy WOULD be a really interesting twist, so we'll see! Regardless, he's the only person on the Road who I am reasonably certain is going to make it out alive.

The hallucinations for Lilia, Jennifer, and Alice were all interesting, though they left more questions than answers: *Lilia saw what looked like Russian royalty taunting her saying "they're all dead" as they took on more decayed and corpselike forms. I joked to my boyfriend that it was the Romanovs, but that's honestly not necessarily out of the question. Lilia in the comics is the "queen of the gypsies" in Scarlet Witch's childhood, so maybe in this verse, she was a part of the Sokovian royal family before their dynasty was killed off by revolutionaries that led to the political turmoil of Sokovia that we saw in Age of Ultron. Being a psychic, I'm willing to bet Lilia survived because she saw the massacre coming but no one else believed her, sort of a Cassandra figure. I could be WAY off base, but I like my theory.

*Jennifer is the one who I have the least read on her hallucination with the weird man trying to drown her. We know that she is bound, unable to use her powers, so is this man maybe the one who bound her? Or is he someone else tied to the events that led to her being bound? She's been bound for a little over a hundred years, and the man's clothes seemed to be from that time period. In the comics, she's from Florida and was an ally of Man-Thing, so maybe something in her story is going to tie back into Werewolf by Night? We'll have to see!

*Alice's hallucinations are the most straight forward, she saw her mother weeping because her grandmother had passed away and the mother felt it. We know her mom was a witch, and we can pretty safely assume that the grandmother was one too, I think. The mother mentions that since whatever killed the grandmother got her, now it's after her, and since we know Alice's mom is dead in the present day, that would mean that this mysterious force is now after Alice too. What is this force, though? Alice tells Teen that she has a tattoo that wards off a curse that plagues her family bloodline that her mother made her get, so is it just this curse that's after her or is it connected to something else? In the trailer, we see Alice exploding with fire as a demonic entity emerges from her. I doubt this is Mephisto, since I think if Mephisto has ties to anyone here, it'll be Teen or Rio, but maybe some subordinate of his? In the comics, she and Wanda worked together to defeat a being called Dark Tongji. I think it's likely that he's the being hunting her bloodline.

Then a few notes from earlier:

1. The Salem Seven - I went back to WandaVision for a refresher, and, not counting Agatha's mom, the coven that Agatha murders and drains of their magic in her backstory numbers at seven and they were in Salem... I'm putting money that the Salem Seven is what's left of Agatha's old coven hunting her down, or at least their descendants.

2. Rio keeps getting hints that keep lining up to hint that she's a genderbent version of Blackheart, which has me excited! I don't know if they're actually going to go this route, and her being a "Green Witch" kinda makes it a bit weird. But they keep reiterating "black heart" in relation to her and now they've referenced Mephisto, his father. So I think if Rio isn't literally Blackheart, she's at least possessed by him. We'll have to see. But I do love the crackship of Agatha Harkness/genderbent Blackheart for lesbian Marvel villain lovers. That tickles me XD

Overall, SUPER into this show thus far, and I LOVE that there's so much mystery and intrigue to piece together! I CAN'T WAIT FOR EPISODE FOUR, I NEED IT NOOWWWWWWWWWW

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First, let's just get this out of the way for I'm still seething about the storytelling mess that was Familiar By Thy Side (and parts of Darkest Hour). I want to appreciate the fact that this masterpiece of an episode is more than 10 minutes shorter than the previous one, which had so many unnecessary parts; this half hour of an emotional roller coaster ride has done so much more to progress the ENTIRE show's plot. We finally pieced the puzzle of Lilia's kookiness and her "jumps". We got so much more Teen lore from this than the Teen episode itself. We now have resolution to all the (previous) trials, Alice's… state, Rio's real identity, Jen's importance… We even dealt with the damned Salem Seven as a bonus. So many things happened but it was not overwhelming at all. If this were a suit I'd say it's bespoke indeed.

Now, what I truly loved about this episode is how it was able to paint a non-linear narrative with so much finesse, with each twist and turn taking us to different parts of a single timeline, without making it nauseating, all while pulling the threads to secure the stitches in place and make sure the seams are tight without it puckering. Like embroidery that adds patterns on different areas, we finally sew it all up to see the final tapestry.

The whole fandom has definitely theorised all about how Lilia's weird "inserts" are connected, each episode giving us more pieces to make sense of. But of course it feels infinitely better seeing it ourselves, and how they make up a whole linear timeline in Lilia's mind-POV, while Agatha and the gang are left confused with the breadcrumbs of phrases left for them at different intervals. I absolutely loved how this time discrepancy was used. No more boring-ass unnecessary flashbacks filled with drivel. This time, the past is completely enmeshed with the present, and is used to decide on what's needed to be done to get the desirable future outcome.

This "time is non-linear, it exists simultaneously at all points" phenomenon has certainly been used in countless other media (Fringe and its Observers come to mind), but I love how actively Lilia used it. Her being in that tea-leaf reading lesson held so much significance to her as a Trial Subject, as a Coven Member, and as an Individual Witch. Her time in the gazebo reminds me of The Time Traveller's Wife; existing in all the times, getting sent and pulled back and sent again.

That gazebo was both her prison and her escape. Being stuck in that place made her think her life is a rigid series of unfortunate events, and she can't do anything but be helpless in the face of tragedies that befall everyone she ever cares about. Having had the power to see the future yet be unable to prevent her original coven's death perpetuated her self-depreciation, thus she spent 450-ish years giving in to the usual witchy tropes and misconceptions (the palm reading and tarot tents and the minor scams here and there, but a girl's got bills, ya know), even if it hurts her in the process.

So then, prison AND escape, right? Being tethered to that specific point in time, with her mentor guiding her path to self-rediscovery, was crucial to Lilia's ability to escape her shackles, because she needed to realise she put the shackles on herself. Having a powerful but dangerous gift and being actively afraid of it is quite the self-fulfilling prophecy of doom. You're scared so you stop using it altogether but then you can't control it so all that suppression does more harm than good (looking at you, Charles. What you did to Jean was cowardice. Also, hello? Elsa??). Lilia exclaiming "I was bad at tea leaves" at her literal first day of training might just have been the reason why she spent her life believing she's bad at it. She planted the very idea in her brain (Inception? lol).

This whole forward and back travel from the Road to the Gazebo is instrumental to Lilia coming to terms with the idea that time for her does not move in a straight line. Her confession to Jen, paired with her mentor's wise words, makes her admit that she does, in fact, have a problem. First step to recovery and all that. This then leads to her unravelling the next layer of her issues, which is death to all she holds dear. Granted, she has seen so much death within her lifetime. 450 years of life would do that to you. Something she cannot possibly control.

But that's the thing, isn't it? She was never supposed to control anything. Her job as a Trial Subject, a Coven Member, and an Individual Witch is to SEE. See the trial with the eyes of 450 years simultaneously happening, the heart of someone who wants to protect her coven, and the power of a witch who can walk through the threads of time's tapestry. Once she sees that, and once she accepts that Death is not a Bad Thing, and once she lets go of control, the pieces started to fall into place.

Which then makes her SEE that she's the Traveller. This tarot reading is about her, and she has been sprinkling the answers throughout her timeline, waiting to be plucked by the Awakened Calderu of Now. Give credence to who she is, and her power that Must Not Be Feared. Recognition that she needs her Coven in order to succeed. Acceptance for what she has lost along the way. Welcoming the path ahead no matter where it leads her. Embracing heartbreak, sorrow, and grief. Undertaking miraculous transformation. And finally, the beginning of the end, the end of the beginning.

How fitting is it that we see the start and realise it was actually the end? The fall, initially thought as something dangerous, was in fact just part of the journey. Death, once feared, now embraced like an old friend. Something that perpetuates the cycle. The past, shrouded in darkness, now illuminating the path ahead.

So now we see, she wasn't actually falling. If you ask me, she was flying. Flying to that gazebo in a garden somewhere in Sicily, 450 years ago, about to start her very first lesson in reading tea leaves. Her mentor saying, "Let us begin", and her ultimately saying, "I loved being a witch".