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The Witches’ Road

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Summary: Your gone!, Agatha's been through different eras with you gone, but are you really? -Chapter VI

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The morning light seeped through the forest canopy in fractured beams, creating a patchwork of gold and shadow on the soft earth below. The world was quiet, save for the faint rustle of leaves swaying in the breeze.

Agatha stirred, her dreams dissolving into the edges of wakefulness. Her hand moved instinctively to the small, warm body that had been nestled beside her the night before.

Her fingers met only the cold fabric of the blanket.

Her eyes snapped open.

“Darling?” she called softly, her voice still thick with sleep as she turned her head. The blanket lay empty, the faint imprint of a small body still pressed into the folds. She reached out, brushing her hand over it as if the warmth might somehow still linger.

It didn’t.

She sat up slowly, her heart beginning to race. “Darling?” she called again, louder this time. Her gaze darted around the clearing—the remnants of their campfire, the pile of kindling they had gathered together, the cloak her child had been using as a pillow.

Nothing else.

A cold dread washed over her. She scrambled to her feet, her breath catching in her throat. “Darling!” she shouted, her voice echoing through the trees. She spun in place, searching for any sign—any sound—that might lead her to them.

Her magic flared instinctively, and she thrust her hands forward, palms open, eyes glowing with desperation.

“Show me where they are!” she commanded, her voice trembling as tendrils of purple energy rippled outward from her fingertips. The magic spread like roots, snaking across the ground and into the air, searching for the faint spark of life that was her child.

For a moment, she thought she felt something—a flicker of warmth on the edge of her awareness. Her breath hitched, and she poured more of herself into the spell, her veins alight with power.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered, her voice tight with hope and fear.

But the flicker vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving only emptiness. The connection that had always been there—bright and steady, like a candle in the darkness—was gone.

“No…” Agatha gasped, stumbling backward. She clutched her chest as if trying to hold herself together, tears streaming down her face.

“Again,” she muttered, her hands trembling as she raised them once more. She cast another spell, her magic surging outward in a wild burst. This time, she forced her senses to stretch farther, pushing past the boundaries of the forest, beyond where her power would normally reach.

It was no use. The emptiness remained.

Her knees buckled. She collapsed onto the forest floor, her hands clawing at the dirt as her breath came in short, panicked gasps. “No, no, no…” she whispered, shaking her head violently as tears began to blur her vision.

“Rio!” she screamed, her voice breaking. “You can’t take them! They’re mine! I need more time!” Her cry rang out, raw and desperate, swallowed by the vastness of the forest.

Her mind raced, memories flashing before her eyes—her child’s laughter as they splashed in a stream, their small hand slipping into hers as they walked together, their voice calling her “Mama” for the first time.

“I can’t feel you…” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t feel you…my baby!...” She pressed her hand to her chest as though she could will the bond back into existence. But there was nothing. Just a hollow, aching emptiness.

The minutes passed, then hours. Agatha remained on the ground, her body trembling as she wept into the soil. She had always known this day would come—Rio’s shadow had loomed over them since the moment of their child’s birth. But knowing hadn’t prepared her for the unbearable weight of it.

When her tears finally subsided, she wiped her face with trembling hands and forced herself to stand. Her legs felt like lead, but she couldn’t stay there, couldn’t sit in her despair.

As she turned, something caught her eye—a glint of sunlight reflecting off a small object nestled against a rock. She moved toward it, her breath catching when she saw what it was.

A single strand of hair, glinting gold in the sunlight.

Her child’s hair.

She knelt down, her hands trembling as she picked it up. It was so fine, so delicate, and yet it felt heavier than the world itself.

“Oh, my darling…” she whispered, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. Her hand moved to the brooch she always wore around her neck—a simple, circular locket that she had enchanted long ago. With careful hands, she opened it, revealing the empty space inside. Slowly, reverently, she placed the strand of hair within, sealing it with a whispered spell.

“There,” she murmured, her fingers brushing over the brooch. “You’ll stay with me. Always.”

She gripped her chest as the fear turned to sorrow. Rio had taken them. Rio had taken her child in the night, as she’d feared.

Her eyes burned with tears, and she pulled herself up from the forest floor, feeling the weight of loss pressing heavily on her heart. The urge to do something, anything, overwhelmed her. She stumbled toward the clearing, her hands shaking as she began to form a small tomb.

When the small mound was complete, Agatha knelt before it, her body trembling. Gathering flowers close by.

She carried them to the small mound of earth she had formed earlier—a symbolic grave for the child she could no longer hold. The sight of it made her heart ache anew, but she placed the flowers atop it with quiet reverence.

Then, softly, she began to sing:

♪ This road is cruel and wild

I bury my own heart

Here with you, my child…" ♪

Her voice cracked, but she pressed on, the melody rising like a fragile thread in the air:

♪ "If one be gone, we carry on

But every mile I go

With every bend

Beyond the end

Your mother loves you so…" ♪

The song ended in a whisper, the final note lingering in the stillness. Agatha stood motionless, the weight of her grief pressing down on her.

Her sobs punctuated the final notes, her hands gripping the earth as though it could somehow anchor her to the remnants of her child.

It was then a voice broke the silence.

“You must know the way, then?”

Agatha’s head snapped up, her grief momentarily replaced by fury. A woman stood at the edge of the clearing, her presence unassuming but her eyes sharp with curiosity.

“How dare you!” Agatha hissed, her magic sparking at her fingertips.

The woman raised her hands in surrender. “Forgive me,” she said, her tone soft. “I heard your singing. I thought you might know the way.”

Agatha’s eyes narrowed. “The way to what?”

The woman hesitated, then said with a slight bow of her head, “The Witches’ Road.”

And in that moment, an idea sparked in Agatha’s mind—a way to channel her grief, her rage, into something purposeful. If witches were drawn to the idea of the Witches’ Road, then she would give it life.

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The Witches' Road was a lie—a beautiful, treacherous lie whispered into the ears of desperate witches across the ages. It was born from Agatha’s grief, her desperate attempt to mask the agony of losing her child. Every tear she shed became another thread in the intricate web of deceit, a tale spun so expertly that it transcended time and culture. Agatha became both the architect and the phantom of the myth, promising what witches desired most in exchange for their ultimate downfall.

The Victorian Era: A Dance of Deception

It began in a grand manor, lit by flickering gas lamps and the soft glow of enchanted crystals. The coven gathered there was one of the most prestigious in England, a secret society of women who controlled vast wealth and influence. They believed themselves untouchable, their magic unmatched.

Agatha arrived in the guise of a grieving mother, her black dress modest but elegant, her face pale and hollowed by feigned sorrow. She knocked on the manor’s towering doors during a rainstorm, her soaked figure trembling as she was ushered inside.

“I have nowhere else to turn,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “My child is gone, stolen from me by powers I cannot fight. Please, I beg you, help me find the Witches’ Road.”

The coven leader, a tall woman with steel-gray hair and piercing eyes, frowned. “The Witches’ Road? That’s a myth, a story told to scare the foolish.”

Agatha’s gaze sharpened, though her tears continued to fall. “No,” she insisted, her voice trembling with desperation. “It’s real. I’ve seen it. I’ve felt its call. But I can’t find it on my own.”

Her conviction planted seeds of doubt and curiosity in the witches’ minds. Over the following nights, Agatha spun tales of a mystical road that led to the fulfillment of one’s deepest desires. Power, immortality, revenge—whatever they sought, the Witches’ Road promised it all.

Under Agatha’s guidance, the coven performed elaborate rituals, convinced they were on the cusp of unlocking the road’s secrets. But when they least expected it, Agatha struck. She drained them one by one, her power swelling as the coven fell, leaving no witnesses to tell the tale.

The manor burned that night, and the whispers of the Witches’ Road only grew louder.

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The Roaring Twenties: A Jazz Age Mirage

In the heart of New Orleans, a speakeasy thrummed with the energy of forbidden jazz and hidden magic. Here, witches mingled with mortals, their spells woven into the music and the cocktails they served.

Agatha entered the smoky room wearing a sleek black dress, her lips painted crimson. She commanded attention with her confident stride and the mysterious aura she carried.

The witches in the speakeasy were younger, more reckless, drawn to the idea of magic as entertainment. Agatha played on their ambitions, weaving her tale with the sultry rhythm of the jazz band in the background.

“The Witches’ Road,” she said, her voice low and enticing, “is not just a path. It’s an invitation. It chooses those who are destined for greatness.”

A young witch with golden curls leaned forward, her eyes wide with fascination. “How do you know it’s real?”

Agatha smiled, her expression enigmatic. “Because I’ve walked it,” she lied. “And I’m here to show you the way.”

Over the next few nights, Agatha lured the witches into her fold, promising them a ritual that would reveal the road’s entrance. They gathered in the bayou under a crescent moon, their laughter turning to screams as Agatha drained their power, leaving their bodies to sink into the swamp.

By the time the speakeasy’s patrons noticed the witches’ absence, Agatha was long gone, her legend spreading like wildfire.

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The Medieval Era: The Healer’s Trap

In a small European village, whispers of a healer who could cure any ailment reached the ears of a struggling coven. They sought her out, desperate for help after a series of mysterious deaths within their ranks.

Agatha greeted them in a humble cottage, her appearance modest and her demeanor kind. She listened to their woes with feigned compassion, offering remedies and advice that earned their trust.

When the coven confided in her about their fears of a rival group, Agatha’s eyes gleamed with hidden delight. “Have you heard of the Witches’ Road?” she asked, her tone conspiratorial.

The witches shook their heads, their curiosity piqued.

“It’s said to be a place where all wrongs are righted,” Agatha continued. “A path that grants the strength to overcome any obstacle. But it is not for the faint of heart.”

The coven, hungry for a solution, begged Agatha to guide them. She led them into the woods under the pretense of performing an ancient ritual. As they chanted and cast their spells, Agatha revealed her true intentions.

“You’ve walked right into my trap,” she said coldly, her magic flaring. “The Witches’ Road doesn’t exist, but your power will serve me well.”

The forest echoed with their cries as Agatha drained them, leaving their lifeless forms behind as she disappeared into the night.

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The 1980s: Suburban Sorcery

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, a group of witches gathered in secret, hiding their magic behind the façade of PTA meetings and bake sales. They were cautious, wary of strangers, but Agatha had perfected her act over centuries.

She appeared as a desperate mother once again, her story tailored to the modern era. “My daughter,” she said, tears streaming down her face. “She’s gone. I’ve tried everything, but the Witches’ Road is my only hope.”

The suburban witches, touched by her sorrow, invited her into their circle. Agatha praised their magic, subtly planting the idea that they were destined for greater things.

When she finally proposed the ritual to open the Witches’ Road, they eagerly agreed. The ritual took place in a dimly lit basement, candles flickering as the witches chanted.

Agatha waited until their defenses were lowered, their magic focused on the task at hand. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she turned their power against them, draining them in an instant.

As she walked away from the quiet suburban street, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. The Witches’ Road myth had claimed yet another coven.

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In the end It all lead to a Never-Ending Cycle

For centuries, Agatha moved from era to era, adapting her story to suit the times. The lie of the Witches’ Road grew stronger with each coven she destroyed, its legend whispered among witches who never knew the truth.

And Agatha, carrying the weight of her grief, continued her hunt. Each coven she drained brought her further from the child she had lost, yet she could not stop.

“This is for you, my darling,” she whispered into the night, her voice carrying the echoes of a mother’s love and the shadows of a predator’s deceit. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep your memory alive.”

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A/n: I made it longer this time cuz why not <3 how was your day leave a comment, mine was shit so... yeah new chap for a happy day or night?<3

[frost-queen]

Witches road (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

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Summary: Agatha seeks a coven to walk the witches path. Yet there is one name on the list, she had not thought about for a very long time. With no other faith, she follows a familiar to the darkest hour. [Witches road series]

Seekest thou the road to all that's foul and fair

A bell chimed.

Once, echoing hauntingly through her mind. Making her slowly turn back. Her gaze going up to the fence, seeing a black cat sit. It’s tail swishing from side to side. Agatha’s eyes widened, recognizing the cat so fondly. The cat meowed loud, making her jump out of her skin, hand pressed against her chest.

The cat’s green almond eyes piercing through her. It made her swallow deep as if being read by the cat. Agatha. She felt the world closing in on her as the cat kept staring back. Agatha. The cat’s head slightly bend forwards as it purred. Agatha.

Agatha. A hand grabbed for her shoulder, making her startle. Spinning round she came face to face with the teen. – “Are you alright Agatha?” – he asked furrowing his brows a bit. Agatha settled the fear in her expression, washing it away with a subtle change.

“Get a move on.” – she said giving the teen a shove. He stumbled forwards, looking confused back at her. Agatha gave him another shove when he wasn’t hurrying enough to her liking. The teen followed her to the divination shop. – “Let me do the talking.” – Agatha proposed slapping her hand against his chest.

The teen rubbed his chest mindlessly when Agatha adjusted the shawl around her shoulders. Entering the shop with a smile too grand. Putting on a thick accent, she proposed for a reading. Coming only with one purpose.

To find a coven to walk the witches road. To be rewarded at the end with her powers. Her powers that were taken from her when the darkhold was destroyed. Powers she desperately wanted back. Being vulnerable at the moment as the seven were coming.

The wind stilled as Agatha quirked an eyebrow up to Lilia. Confused looked Lilia down at the paper in her hand she had written vigorously on. – “This should be enough.” – she said giving the paper to Agatha to be rid of it. – “Now leave before I start charging you again.” – Lilia finished with a sway of her hand. Agatha curled up a smile. – “Well your name is on the list.” – she said turning the paper to her.

Lilia sighed loud as the teen approached her, handing her the address of Agatha. Agatha looked back down at the list, her gaze stopping at a certain name. A cat meowing chimed around her, startling her once more. Now there was no ignoring it. Something she had hoped to avoid for a very long time. Yet the chiming of a bell alerted her this was the path she needed to follow. A path that would lead her to someone she had long forgotten in the past. You.

“Who is next on the list?” – the teen asked once stepped outside. Agatha folded the paper in her hand. – “Shut it Toto.” – snapping her finger, she pointed at the car. The teen obeyed and got back in the car. Agatha tried to avoid the name on the list for as long as possible. Focusing on persuading the others to form a coven. A coven she needed for the witches road.

The teen and Agatha returned from the last one as she heard another cat meow. Making her turn her head to distinguish where the sound came from. To her surprise no black cat in sight. With furrowed brows, she walked to the car. Perhaps she had imagined it. Perhaps she had been fooling her head too much with it. Agatha and the teen got in the car. The car got in motion as the teen had to press the brakes hard. Making Agatha nearly fling forwards.

In the way stood a black cat. Staring hauntingly at Agatha. – “Agatha?” – the teen questioned when Agatha heard another chime of a bell. Numbly, she opened the door, getting up. The black cat meowed soft for her attention. – “Agatha?” – the teen repeated not sure what was happening. The cat meowed louder. Agatha didn’t move as the cat came running over to her.

Frightened Agatha stumbled back. – “Agatha? What’s going on?” – The teen could clearly see the fear on her face. Agatha was breathing loudly as the cat came jumping on the hood of the car. Meowing loud before turning his head in a direction. The cat jumped back down, strutting further up the road. Waiting in the middle for them.

“It want’s us to follow him.” – the teen said with a curious smile. Agatha shook her head inn protest. – “This familiar can’t lead us anywhere. Only to death and ruin.” – Agatha responded. Agatha got spooked hearing another hauntingly chime. The cat waiting patiently.

“I’m going to follow it.” – the teen said getting in motion. – “Toto!” – Agatha shout-whispered to keep him on his leash. The teen wasn’t listening making Agatha go after him. Down, down, down the road. Down the wide and wicked road. Leaves rustled with the wind around her. Blindly she followed the black cat, down, down, down the road.

The cat strayed from the path, leading to a woodsy part. Ground covered by brown crumbled leaves. Crunching beneath their feet. The teen looked happily back to Agatha. Agatha wary of what would await her at the end of the road. Another bell chimed as she could see appear between the trees a chapel. Agatha’s heart began thumping loudly as she entered the darkest hour. Following thy familiar down, down, down the road.

The black cat came to a halt underneath an archway. Agatha looked with wide eyes up to the archway. Cemetery. It read. – “Agatha?” – the teen said out loud, waiting for her guidance. The cat meowed once more, drawing her attention down. – “It can’t be…” – Agatha whispered. Knowing only blood, tears and bones awaited her. Down, down, down the road.

The cat got in motion once more as Agatha moved past the teen to enter the cemetery. Nothing but death and ruin breathing. With each step she felt her heart heavy down. Following thy familiar down the road. Her gaze fully fixated on the cat. Not straying from the path. The cat went down the path, disappearing as it made Agatha stop.

Gasping loud at the headstone. Reading thy name on it. The black cat appeared once more, having jumped on top of the headstone. Laying down, his tail swaying down over your name. The teen came joining Agatha, pantingly.

Agatha pulled out the crumbled piece of paper, unfolding it. There she read it once more. Your name. Salem was the last time she had seen you. Haven no idea you were dead. The bell chimed as it made Agatha look shockingly up. Seeing the bell move slowly, waiting for the next chime. Two more chimes rang, deafening the century. Earthly and divine. The cat looked down at the ground.

A second later, broke a hand free. Grabbing for Agatha’s ankle. The sudden grip made her look down with a scream. Lifting her foot up, the hand got pulled out more, revealing more of an arm. The grip faltered around her ankle as she stumbled back. The teen preventing her from tripping. Her eyes widened when another hand shot out from the ground. 

Feeling the wind around her set off. Swirling around her. The pair of hands were crawling for a way out. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. Carried along the wind. The earth tangling as an opening was made. A head popped out with a loud gasp. Hair caught with sand and leaves.

Agatha sunk to her knees watching you crawl out of the grave. A hand against her heart, with a heaviness in her eyes. The cat jumped down from the headstone coming to sit before you as you pulled out your legs. Reaching your mudded hand out, you petted your familiar. Then you slowly rose. Naked to the flesh. Risen from the grave. – “Y/n.” – Agatha whispered out. Tilting your head up, you greeted her with a trickery expression.

The bell chimed once more as it made Agatha grasp for her heart. – “I heard you seek the witches road.” – you said. Agatha slowly rose, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. Wanting to be certain you were here. You let your cheek brush against her palm with your eyes closed. Enjoying her touch.

“I’m sorry Agatha, but who is she?” – the teen questioned with a confused look. Agatha gazed upon you fully, smirking a bit. – “Y/n.” – Agatha responded holding her palms against your cheeks once more. In her eyes, you saw a question waiting to be answered. – “I hold death's hand in mine. Primal night, giveth sight. Familiar by thy side” – you told her. Agatha smiled.

She quickly undid herself off her jacket, giving it to you. You pulled her jacket closer to you, to give yourself warmth. Your eyes fell upon the locket dangling around her neck. It made you reach out to touch it. Letting your finger brush over the roughness of it. – “You’ve kept it.” – you spoke with a soft smile. She took your hand, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“It is dangerous to seek out the witches road.” – you told her, lowering your hand. – “That is why I need you.” – she replied. It made you quirk your eyebrow up, looking briefly down at your familiar. – “My familiar says you have been avoiding him. Were you afraid to see me Agatha?” – you questioned.

Agatha chuckled nervously. – “Well…” – she started, gasping loud as you had grabbed her by the throat. Squeezing your fingers in her skin. – “Bound by earth and buried by thy coven from your mistakes.” – you reminded her, squeezing her airpipe shut. Agatha was grasping for air.

“Y/n let her go!” – the teen begged. With one last squeeze, you let go. She dropped to the ground, grasping for air. Agatha looked up to you, holding her neck. You walked past her, humming loudly. Down, down, down the road. Down the witches road. You sang hauntingly with a smile, leaving the cemetery behind you.

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[dramaticpandabear]

Can we just stop and appreciate Kathryn Hahn’s talent for a moment? My god her acting in that hallucination scene in episode three was so enthralling it gave me goosebumps despite it being such a short scene.

[marvel]

Waiting for Wednesdays like 👀

Agatha All Along is now streaming on Disney+

[dontyoudarebitch]

To the person who decided that Aubrey Plaza should play the drums in Agatha all along…

The gays thank you

[slaybebe]

In my ✨Coven Era✨

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[agathaharknesscovernofquotes]

Teen: I cannot believe you killed him! Agatha: Well you should have heard what he said to me! Jen: What did he say? Agatha: "What are you going to do? Kill me?" Rio: Sounds fair. Alice: No.

[gabaghoul-fandom-meme-queen]

The witches are back bitches!!! 😈💚🖤😈💚🖤😈💚🖤 #agathaallalongspoilers #aaaspoilers

[bestwitchsam]

Agatha <3

[sycamorelibrary754]

I haven’t done this in centuries…

Please do not steal! Re-blogging is fine.

[vintagegoddess12]

It’s the way Lorna Wu, a covenless witch, knowing a curse runs through her veins, still gave life to Alice, protecting her in the many ways she knows how, leaving a legacy to continue protecting her daughter despite her demise.

It’s the way Evanora Harkness, mother of a coven, believes her own daughter to be born evil, refused to understand and help her learn more of what makes her different, tied Agatha to a stake, sees her as a monster, eventually dying by the hands of the person she refused to save. Her legacy runs in Agatha’s veins, her cruelty used as a shield by the child she had forsaken.

It’s the way Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, with all the power she can have wants nothing more than to be with her kids, willing to tear the cosmos apart just for a chance to be called mom again, learned to let go of what she wants to hold the most, “died” for trying to reach the boys she knows she lost. Her legacy lives in Billy (who may be Teen), who is willing to walk the most treacherous of roads, ready to face the trials with the most infamous witch of all time, brave enough to try and take advantage of her and her coven, just to reach out to an unnamed mother who is calling for him from the beyond, just to connect to someone who may not be there anymore.

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"A Mother's Secret

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Agatha x Rio x Child!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Walk, walk, walk the road"

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

"Walk, walk, walk the road"

"I walk the wind-y road...

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

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

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

Oh. You walk this road alone, do you?

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

"Walk, walk, walk the road"

"We walk the wind-y road"

"Wherever it may bend

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

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

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

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

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

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

[frost-queen]

Witches road // part 6 (Fem!reader x Agatha Harkness)

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Summary: With coven three you take on the next trial, knowing it is beyond your knowledge. Reunited to coven five. More is revealed by tarot cards [Witches road series]

Tame your fears, a door appears, the time has come to go.

The road curved. Going on forever. Billy and Agatha up ahead. You walking mindlessly behind them. Your familiar walking by your feet. He meowed soft, making you stop. Turn over your shoulder to look behind. Behind the path you had already followed. Feeling like with each trial you were losing a sister.

Coven broken and crumbling down brick by brick. Turning back to the front, your gaze stopped at Agatha and Billy. Knowing there were many trials ahead. Unsure how many more bricks would crumble in your coven.

With only three standing. Would anyone reach the end before their downfall. Your familiar meowed once more to catch your attention. Kneeling down, you went to pick him up.

Giving him a caring kiss on his head. Getting in motion again, you followed them. Knowing there would be a price to pay. Perhaps you should’ve been kept buried. Unsure how you were able to break through the spell of entrapment. Isolation.

Up ahead grew a tension between Agatha and Billy. – “Are you reading my mind?” – Agatha said teasingly with her hands in her pockets. – “No.” – Billy responded. – “Oh…” – Agatha answered as an awkwardness rose. – “If you have anything to ask, just say it out loud. Tell me Billy do you have any questions for your old babysitter.” – Agatha asked after some silence.

Feeling the need to fill it up. – “What did you do to Y/n.” – Billy asked. It made Agatha stare in shock at him for a second. – “Not that.” – she responded harsh. Annoyed that she avoided the question, he knew better than to push her.

“Alright is Wanda Maximoff still alive?” – he wanted to know. – “No...” – was her first answer. – “Yes… well maybe?” – she then filled in leaving more questions than answers to Billy.

“Did you see her body?” – he said keeping his gaze on the path he was walking. – “Yes…” – Agatha responded hesitantly. Billy looked over his shoulder sensing you had been lingering. – “Y/n stay close.” – he called out. You picked up your pace as Billy slowed his down for you to join his side.

Agatha gawked at what was happening. She then scoffed like it didn’t bother her at all. – “Looks like you’re taking favourites.” – Agatha whispered to Billy. Billy rolled his eyes at her, speeding a bit up to shake her off. Agatha and you fell into step. Glancing nervously at each other before looking away.

Agatha started to fiddle with her fingers, biting her lip hesitantly. – “What… what my mother said…” – Agatha started as you didn’t want to be reminded of it again. – “Is in the past.” – you replied. – “Y/n… I…” – Agatha answered as you didn’t want to continue talking about it. – “Agatha!” – you called out loud, startling her.

Quickening up your pace, you left her behind. Agatha slowing down a bit to reflect on your meaning. She tried hard to make it seem like it didn’t hurt her, but it did. The road went on. Billy coming to a stop. Agatha and you joining his side. – “Well this is different.” – he said.

Up ahead a dark castle. Different from the houses before. This one could come right out of a fairytale. For the first time you were hesitant to enter the next trial. Having endured a few, it always ended up with leaving someone behind. Something you didn’t want.

Because what if it was Billy that staid behind or Agatha. Looking down at your familiar it let his head curl up to your chest. Knowing exactly how you felt and what you were thinking. If anyone needed to stay behind. It would not be them. With a heavy and tender heart you followed the road.

The castle drawing closer. Each step weighed your heart down. Would a coven three be enough to pass the next trial. Crossing the draw bridge, you paid attention to the moons. Now it was time to tame your fears for a door appeared. The door creakingly opened as one by one you stepped in.

Agatha turned feeling green. A resemblance of the wicked witch. Teen admired himself as a resemblance of Maleficent. Moving your hands to your stomach, you looked down at your own clothing. – “You look like a Sanderson sister.” – Billy pointed out.

Agatha gave you an interesting hum. Moving closer to the mirror, you observed yourself. Indeed you resembled one of the Sanderson sisters. Unsure to what fairytale you had fallen through. Your familiar hopped onto the table, meowing loud. Billy walked up to it taking the deck of cards in his hands.

A heavy click set the trial in motion. A timer turned. – “Tarot… I know a bit of tarot.” – Billy said bravely to himself. Agatha gestured with her hand as she came sitting down dramatically. Billy sat down as well. You stood up right by the side of the round table.

Billy took out a first card, showing it to Agatha. She teasingly glanced at him, hearing him stumble and stutter over his words to explain the card. Agatha laughed loud that he wasn’t very good at it. Annoyed Billy placed the card down.

A dangling sword cut through the air. Falling down not far from your familiar. It spooked him, making him jump into you arms. – “Sorry.” – Billy said to your familiar. He hissed loud as you shushed him, stroking his back calmly.

“Be careful.” – you told him as he took out his next card. – “I… I know this one.” – he pointed out. – “Go on then.” – Agatha answered for him to continue. Billy explained the card as he placed it down. Another sword dropped down. Falling somewhere behind Billy.

“Give me that!” – Agatha called out, snatching the cards from his hand. She took out card after card, placing them down. – “That is not how it goes.” – you shouted at her but she wouldn’t listen. Laughing manically as she placed them down.

More swords came falling down. Making you gasp loud at each one that fell sharp around you. Billy looked up, eyes wide. Seeing the sword drop, he leaped to the side. The sword cut right through his chair. – “That is enough!” – you called out, letting go of your familiar.

Lifting the hem of your dress up, you went up to the table. Plucking the cards from her hands. – “This isn’t helpful!” – you told her as the ceiling of swords started to come down. – “Well at least I am doing something miss pretty Sanderson.” – she replied mockingly.

It made you groan annoyed at her. At this point you weren’t sure why you kept loving her. In times like this where her bad nature came above, you hated it the most.

“Just laying useless cards on the table isn’t the answer.” – you shouted back showing her the deck of cards. – “We just need to think.” – Billy said panicky trying to keep his nerves under control. – “What we need is Lilia!” – you made clear shoving the cards against Agatha’s chest hard.

Agatha blinked surprisingly at your anger. Sudden knocks made all of you stare at the wall. The bookcase crushed down as Lilia and Jen stumbled through. Dressed as Glinda the good witch and the evil witch from Snow White. You smiled bright. Coven three now coven five.

Lilia quickly moved to the tarot reading table, gesturing for Billy to sit. - "Ask your question Billy." - Lilia spoke. - "How do we get out of here." - Agatha interrupted. Lilia sighed loud. - "He has to ask the question." - Lilia clearified. Agatha nudged him hard. - "Ask her how we get out of here." - she let in on him.

Knowing this was wrong, you grabbed Agatha by her elbow, pulling her away. She protested a bit. - "Let her work." - you hissed at Agatha with annoyance. - "Am I William or Billy?" - Billy asked as Lilia pointed out that was a good question. Billy kept taking out card, yet the dangling swords kept falling.

One came slicing down as Agatha grabbed you by the shoulders. Turning you away before the sword could hit you. Sticking into the ground behind you. Agatha breathed out a laugh, touching your chin teasingly. - "It's not working!" - Jen called out in a panic.

Lilia stared in front of her till it hit her. - "I am the traveler." - she said revealing a card and placing it down. Queen of cups. Three of pentacles, the coven. Knight of wands, Alice. The high priestess, Jennifer. Three of swords, Agatha. Tower reversed, Billy.

Everyone watched with anticipation for the last card. Agatha glancing your way. Lilia seemed to be lost in her thoughts. Till she gasped loud. Lilia took out a card, saying it out loud without looking. - "Y/n is the hanged man." - she let out.

"Sacrifice, release, martyrdom." - her gaze fixated on you. Her gaze then went to Agatha. Agatha chuckled nervously. The ceiling kept coming down as Agatha plucked the card from her hands and placed it down. An ominous sound opened a doorway.

Agatha spurted out first wanting to get out. Billy second. Your familiar jumped in your arms as you lingered. Lilia pushing you and Jen to the opening. - "I'm going in after you." - Jen said. Lilia shook her head. - "You are what is up ahead." - she replied shoving Jen inside. Lilia touched your chin with a saddened smile.

"I loved being a witch." - She let out before shoving you in. Closing the door behind you. You tried screaming wanting to return but the road had set you back. Unable to reach the house once more. Coven four. Looking over your shoulder, you glared hard at Agatha. For your past became just a bit clearer.

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[iskisaggie]

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[littlyamadeus]

Maybe I am the only one in this and that's totaly okay but I think people (especially on tiktok) are too greedy.

Like, Okay, yeah. We would all love a happy ending with Rio and Agatha but it wouldn't be realistic. The way they introduced and ended their story was spot on, both for the characters amd future projects.

And I saw a lot of people saying "Oh we lesbians never get a happy ending"- Honestly I wasn't even expecting this much from MCU, I'll take what I can get. And as long as it is good written, the ending really isn’t that important.

I even saw someone saying why Billy took the spotlight that much- GIRL WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? It doesn't make any sense to me.

I feel like a lot of people in our community ignores things like storyline etc. just for the sake of seeing two women kiss. I remember there were people who said the Billy episode was unnecewsary and they just wanted to see more Agathario. Please, just no..

[sunnysatyr]

Hey guys, so @crashsanderson just suggested this to me about Agatha All Along and it blew my brains out, honestly.

What if all witches were skeptical about the Witches' Road... because it just doesn't exist? What if Billy subconsciously willed it into existence, wished so hard for it to be true that he created the Road (or his own iteration of the road?) to find himself and be able to get his brother back? The door to the road glowed with BLUE light, and after all it showed up when the Salem 7 were attacking him (as his powers have worked so far only when he was feeling intense emotions).

We know now he had already met all the witches in the coven (even Rio, if we consider he was dead for an instant) and the names of the coven were mysteriously written after Lilia had a vision. Besides, he's the one that has started every single trial, every time (picking up the letter, playing the record, picking up the tarot deck…). He also hinted he was unsure Agatha even walked the road the first time... Maybe because it's just something he unconsciously put in her head while she was vulnerable, still under Wanda's spell.

I don't know, but I'm so excited because it doesn't seem farfetched at all as the episodes go by.