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Update (again)

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HUGE apologies to @multimilfs whose fic was not included in the original version</3 I accidentally marked it as added when it in fact, was not. PLEASE go check out their Rebecca/Agatha fic! and reblog this version around

[aaararepairszine]

Rare Pair Week Update

Our Rarepair Week event will be the week of Halloween! Starting Oct 25th and ending Oct 31st

We're aware that's a long ways away, but it gives everyone time to plan and think. Theme list will drop early August <3 feel free to send us theme suggestions in the inbox, just please make sure they are character agnostic!

[aaararepairszine]

If you’re accepting prompts on: maybe something to do with being rivals (I may or may not have plans to put Alice in situations with Agatha and Rio)

We're deciding on days at the moment but will open a google form this weekend for theme submissions and an eventual poll!

[aaararepairszine]

The people yearn for a rarepair week!

We hear you and are planning

Start thinking of character-agnostic prompts to submit! We want to make sure any AAA character and pair can be used for each day and will try to balance out fluff and angst :3

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Hey rarepair lovers! We're brainstorming something :3

If we were to hold another rarepair event, would you rather have it be

Rarepair event part 2

Another zine (possibly with theme)

A theme-a-day week!

Voting ended onMar 27

[aaararepairszine]

Update!

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The zine has been corrected! And now in a version that can be live-updated, again huge apologies to @applebottomclaudiajeans and @ilunzaiola!

If ANYONE else sees an issue with their work please don't hesitate to reach out! It can be fixed much more easily now <3

[yelenaslightchangeofplan]

“She was doomed to survive even with this Agatha-shaped hole in her chest — the place where her black heart used to beat. She has no choice but to try to fill it with something. She’ll start with tossing Jen in.”

Or: After Agatha’s death, Rio seeks comfort from an unlikely source.

Written for @aaararepairszine [zine link here]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mrs-pianofandom-98]

Professor Kale x Dr.Harkness

If you asked the students at West-point university about Dr.Kale and Professor Harkness they would have different opinions on their respective professors.

Ask about Professor Harkness students would tell you she’s terrifying,blunt, but brilliant. Her class is one of the hardest courses in the university her students always have a project or paper do for her. But all the ones who seem to take that class seem to thrive after college.

When you ask about Dr.Kale her students say she’s lenient,firm but fair. She has a set schedule she never courses off of she trust her students to do the work she gives them. Her class is always full everyone wants to take her class because upperclassmen make it seem like she’s almost like an older siblings mentor. But if you push Dr.Kale to far she never gives a second glance of dropping you from her class.

They are both great professors..but students swore they hated each-other. They seen the glares passed in the halls. The passive aggressive comments when they just popped into one another classrooms. And on more than one occasion they had to be subtly puller apart by Ms.Gulliver or Professor Vidal. It was a never ending show for the students who got to witness the feud.

But the stuff the students knew nothing about..the brown lunch bag always left on Dr.Harkness desk was from leftovers of whatever Professor Kale had left from dinner. They didn’t know when Agatha peeked into Jennifer classes it wasn’t always for some witty comment she remembered Jen had a horrible migraine on their way to work and wanted to check in. No one knew that Agatha and Jen had what their students would call double dates with Alice and Rio.

Agatha and Jennifer on the outside to those who only knew their careers would say they hated each other or at the very least were frenemies. But the matching rings the one shining on Jennifer’s hand and the one dangling from Agatha’s necklace she kept tucked in her vest were the truth to what they really were to one another.

( I plan to build onto this at some point but just wanted the idea out!)

[jenniferoksana]

Our Lady of the Upside Down (Jen Kale/Agatha Harkness, E, pre-canon)

So I realize I didn't post my own version of the @aaararepairszine entry on my Tumblr, so here goes. ~5500 words, Jen/Agatha during Mardi Gras. Sex, death, magic, and lots and lots of banter. I appreciate the comments on the fic so far so much! (And yes, the title is a Hadestown reference)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[mrs-pianofandom-98]

Killer coven

Poly coven serial killer au (one of my contributors to @aaararepairszine !)

The house on Rosewood Lane didn’t look like a house that held five serial killers.It looked like something out of a cozy magazine spread—vines trained up trellises, a hand-painted mailbox, the faint scent of fresh lavender hanging in the air. Kids biked past it on their way to school. Couples walked dogs past the garden. No one ever suspected a thing.

Jennifer made sure of that.She answered the door with her soft smile, wore sundresses with just the right amount of cleavage, and hosted brunches that became the stuff of neighborhood legend. Jen knew how to fold napkins into swans and laugh like she’d never buried a man in pieces across state lines. That was her gift. She made rot and ruin look like grace.

At the dining table, Lilia flipped through the paper, eyes darting across headlines like she was scanning for a prophecy. Alice sat at her feet, carving slow designs into her bass guitar with a pocketknife—half lullaby, half threat.

“Rio,” Lilia murmured without looking up. “Last night’s disposal. I need to know you didn’t get sloppy.”

“I never get sloppy,” Rio said from the kitchen, voice smooth, amused. “And besides, Agatha was watching.”

“She was watching the fire escape,” Agatha said, without lifting her gaze from her laptop. “Not you. You slipped.”

“I slipped,” Rio echoed, like the word amused her. “Babe, I made it art.”Jen snorted softly, swirling her mimosa. “You left a shoe print in the alley. The detective with the sharp jaw saw it. He asked about it at the coffee shop.”Lilia looked up.Just a glance.Rio fell quiet. So did everyone else.

That was Lilia’s power stillness, silence, and a gaze that could flatten empires. She didn’t have to scream. She just looked. And they all remembered their places. What she held between them wasn’t fear, not quite. It was responsibility. Worship. Guilt.

“A shoe print?” Lilia asked, voice still soft.Jen glanced at Rio, as if to say don’t make it worse.Alice’s carving slowed.

“It won’t lead to us,” Rio said after a moment her dark eyes lowering to the ground. “It was controlled. I didn’t touch the body after.”

Agatha finally looked up, eyes dark and narrow. “We don’t get to make almost mistakes.”

“We don’t make statements unless it’s cleared,” Lilia added.

Rio sat back in her chair, mouth twitching upward, eyes glittering. “I was inspired.”

Agatha closed her laptop with a decisive snap and a scoff.“That’s not good enough,” she said. “You want to play the artist, get permission first. You don’t improvise. Not with bodies. Not with timeframes. And not with cops.”

There was tension now, but it wasn’t new. Not in this house. The way Agatha watched them with her eyes like a predator ready to witness a feast. Agatha loved conflict. She didn’t pretend otherwise. When the others got loud, when things unraveled, when one of them fucked up and another called it out, she was the one who leaned back and watched the sparks. She didn’t start the fire but she loved to feel the heat.

Lilia set her mug down and finally looked at Agatha.That’s when she went quiet.

Lilia didn’t like when they turned on each other. She didn’t stop it..not always. But she chose when it was useful.Lilia’s control was godtier. And they all knew it. If she disn’t

“Rio,” Lilia said. “Apologize.”

Rio met her eyes for one long second.

Then softly and so very reluctantly “I’m sorry.”

“For?” Lilia asked with thin lipped smile.

“For making a move without clearing it. For getting too close. It won’t happen again.” Rio grumbled like she was a scolded child.

Lilia nodded, satisfied. Her calm settled back over the house like a snowfall. Jen went back to sipping her drink. Agatha tapped out a new password. Alice resumed carving. Rio leaned against the counter, fingers drumming, quieter now.

“You’re still beautiful,” Rio said under her breath.

Lilia smirked faintly, but didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. They all lived off her approval like oxygen.

Later that day, Jen sat at her vanity, applying eyeliner with practiced precision. She hummed a soft tune—one she used to sing in the church where she’d been kept as a child. The cult had made her believe she was a vessel. They branded her at thirteen. Tried to break her mind, her body, her heart. But she might have been modeled into whatever the created but her lethal knowledge was still her own. Her way to love she carved herself.

Now, she smiled into the mirror, a picture of domestic poise. When Agatha appeared behind her, watching her reflection with those shadowed eyes, Jen didn’t flinch.

“You didn’t tell me about the detective,” Agatha said.

“I told Lilia.”

“You should have told me.”Jen turned slowly, lipstick in hand, smirk on her mouth. “And if I had, would you have stopped the kill?”“I might’ve,” Agatha said. “Or I might’ve joined.”

They stared at each other for a beat too long. Then Agatha reached out and tilted Jen’s chin up with two fingers. Jen didn’t pull away.“I like when you try to lie,” Agatha murmured. “It makes it so much sweeter when I see through it.”Jen leaned forward, almost brushing lips. “And I like when you think you’re in charge.”

Agatha smiled. “I am.”

“No,” Jen smirked as she looked up at Agatha . “You know your not. You impulsive. She doesn’t let you be in control.”

In the basement, Alice tuned her guitar.

The strings buzzed under her fingers, and the sharp scent of gasoline lingered faintly in the air—her comfort smell. She didn’t say much to the others unless spoken to. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t need praise.

She’d set her mother’s house on fire after the woman refused to leave the bedroom. She waited till the screams stopped. Then she walked to the police station and sat on the curb till someone came.

Agatha found her that night.

“What are you doing down her hun?,” she’d said, kneeling in front of her. “Playing with fire?.” A playful smirk on her face. Agatha would never forget when she brought Alice home to them. The tired,wide eyed, sneering creature who swung her axe at Agatha, But when Agatha pinned her down and told her she could come home with her or she could be put out of her misery she could see Alice was in.

Alice had followed her home.

She’d never left.

Now, she ran her thumb along the edge of the bass, where she’d carved another name into the wood. Someone who screamed too loud, fought too long, and bled out on ceramic tile while Alice watched, head tilted like a curious pup.

And the only thing more dangerous than them loving each other was if they lost one another..

[femmeetart]

meet at the bone orchard

for @aaararepairszine !!!

[ilunzaiola]

AAA Rare Pairs Zine: A Star In My Garden

Before her fall, Lilia Calderu gifted a prophecy to Agatha, his grimoire to Teen, and to Jen...

"You are the Path Ahead".

When after her fall Lilia unexpectedly returns to the tunnels under The Road with Jen, she embarks on a mission to find a better legacy to leave for her sister in the craft.

Here is the link to my entry for the @aaararepairszine.

Also, a couple interesting? tibdits about it

The name of the fic comes from this old 80's spanish song called "Una estrella en mi jardín". Fun thing is, I was already writing the fic when, by chance, I heard the song for the first time in many many years and I realised that it matched the spirit of the story like, a lot.

The lyrics in english:

"She arrived without permission

The star of yesteryear

The one that used to be just light.

She fell suddenly

From the blue of the world

And my heart shrank.

Now I know

Where you hide.

Now I know

Where you dwell,

But I don't know

Why have you come back

Here, to my garden.

Why me,

A star has fallen in my garden

Now I don't know what to do with you

I'm going to hold you, I'm going to adore you

And launch you to your sky.

Why me,

A star has fallen in my garden

Why have you descended like this

From your other time,

Here, in my garden."

Another curious thing: in Lilia's first jump (when she goes to the point where Agatha, Billy and Jen arrive to the starting point of The Road) you'll realize that, at the end of the scene, Jen does something that we don't see in the episode. But, technically, she did it... There's a behind the scenes AAA video out there where it can be seen where they recorded the scene with Jen and the shoes. In the final cut of the episode we only see her face, but in that bts it could be seen the full picture, and she was on her cradling Lilia's shoes. Do I objectively understand the change (not wanting to give the impression that, for Jen, Lilia's death was more important than Alice's or Sharon's?). Yes. Do I subjectively yearn for that full picture of her to be the one shown in the final cut? Also yes :')

I wrote the story in 6 days, english is not my first language, and all of it probably shows... Hope those of you that go read it enjoy it anyway :)

[trickofthelights]

it may look like a walnut

Rebecca Kaplan's solitary grief is interrupted by a very naked stranger in her backyard.

It's a weird meet-cute, but Rebecca's worried: Eastern European women don't just fall from the sky... do they?

Written for the @aaararepairszine!

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[aaararepairszine]

Pssst... I think there's a little error in the Zine... Pages 53 and 54 are repeated, and where Page 54 is there's a page missing... In case you want to fix it, and if for whatever reason you don't have the page anymore, I can pass it to you ☺️

Oh no!

So sorry about that! Despite our best efforts, there are a few issues with the zine. I'll add it to the laundry list and post a fixed version that addresses the other errors as well on monday (as I'm sure more will crop up)

for now, please feel free to post your fic here and/or on AO3!

sorry about the mistake again!

[aaararepairszine]

The AAA Rarepair Zine is live!!!

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Thank you SO SO MUCH again for everyone's contributions!

here's the AO3 collection for both art and fics <3 https://archiveofourown.org/collections/AAARarepairZine

Please share your works with the aaararepair tag and link to the zine so that everyone's hard work gets shown off <33

[aaararepairszine]

Only a few hours left!

Huge thanks to my buddy lynnyx (tumblr) for stepping in to help me with formatting! We're in the home stretch

Originally I was going to have each author approve the layouts but we are running out of time! if you have an issue with the way your fic is formatted im so sorry, but the AO3 collection will open shortly after the zine's release so that each fic can be read without formatting <3 so excited!!

[aaararepairszine]

Still editing!

We both need to catch a few hours' sleep, but we have over 70 pages of rarepair goodness to share with you! Cover reveal as a thank you for your patience <3

[aaararepairszine]

Only a few hours left!

Huge thanks to my buddy lynnyx (tumblr) for stepping in to help me with formatting! We're in the home stretch

Originally I was going to have each author approve the layouts but we are running out of time! if you have an issue with the way your fic is formatted im so sorry, but the AO3 collection will open shortly after the zine's release so that each fic can be read without formatting <3 so excited!!