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Can we get a tiny sneaky sneak of book three cause november is so far away?!
You actually inspired me with this question! Sorry it’s taken me so long to respond. I’ve been deep in writing and editing. But to answer your question, yes! I just posted chapter 1 of The Knots We Tie on Wattpad. I hope this is able to hold you over until that November 22 release date!
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I just dropped Chapter 1 of The Knots We Tie — Book 3 in the Unraveled Series — on Wattpad. It picks up about a year after Tangled Threads and When It All Comes Undone, and I honestly have a really good feeling about this one.
The full book releases on November 22, but if you want a sneak peek, it’s up now. Whether you’ve been with Lenora and Sol since the beginning or you’re new to the series, I’d love for you to give it a read. Let me know what you think, what you’re excited about, or just leave a little reaction so I know you were there.
Book 1 and 2 meant a lot to me (and your reviews made me cry in the best way), but this one? This one feels different. In a really good way.
Here’s the link:
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This moment right here—is probably my favorite part of Tangled Threads. The way the main character comes full circle, the weight of the realization, the humor woven into it… and that last line? Absolutely chef’s kiss. Ugh, it gets me every time. Writing this sequence was so much fun.
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I have resurrected my Tumblr account after like 5 years purely to say how much I LOVED Tangled Threads (the novel). It was AMAZING. Simply everything I’d been looking for in a wlw novel as an avid fanfic reader. I wasn’t even aware of your now removed Fic, I’ll admit to not being part of that fandom! But as a fanfic reader I’m weirdly proud to see a fanfic author publishing this absolute masterpiece.
I got through Tangled Threads in like 2 days I couldn’t put it down! There was nothing I didn’t love about it, I’ve even highlighted this gem ~ “each vertebra counted like a rosary bead” because it was beautiful and this “Like she was the unholy love child of a sex demon and the Energizer Bunny.” Because it was fucking hilarious.
This, just because…well same! “Maybe—just maybe—she was a little bit gay.”
That’s my fangirling at 11:30pm about wrapped up. Absolutely gagging for Book 2! ☺️
Ohhh my goodness thank you so much! That’s so nice to hear! Those are some of my favorite lines too.
I think one my favorite parts comes before the “little gay” line:
She’d just had the best sex of her life.
At forty-eight years old.
And it was with a woman.
The thought hit her like a truck, but instead of knocking her over, it parked, set up camp on her chest, and speared a goddamn rainbow flag right through her heart.
That whole “gay awakening” moment has a special place in my heart and was soooo fun to write!
Thank you so much again for writing this, it made my day! If you could please review it on Goodreads or Amazon I would be so grateful. And if you have friends, spread the word. It is self-published so I really rely on word of mouth and small following I have on tumblr and TikTok 😊
I am currently working on Book 2! It’s over 60% written and I’m hoping to have it wrapped up mid-summer.
Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️
Tangled Threads (Part 1 of the Unraveled Series) is officially available for purchase on Amazon! I can’t wait to hear what you all think—I poured my heart into this story, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Grab your copy today and let me know your thoughts!
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Hello, I just noticed Unravelled is no longer available on AO3. Is it permanently gone?
It's such an amazing story, I keep going back to it.
It is gone. It is actually being turned into a self-published book. Which is why I took it down. Also, there were some let’s say “unhealthy” commentary from parts of the Agathario community that really came after me. So for my mental health, I also took it down bc I was tired of the negativity.
In regard to the book, Part 1 of the book series comes out on Friday! You can purchase it on Amazon. It’s called “Tangled Threads” by C.W. Elliot. There is a kindle, paperback and hardcover. I’ve essentially taken Unraveled and swapped out the character and added more content and backstory for it to feel more like a novel instead of a fic.
I know this fic meant a lot to people, and I’m sorry for taking it away. It was something I did battle with and ultimately decided to remove.
Sun drenched sofa days (2025)
inspired by and set directly after Love is a Witch - Chapter 6 by @beauttifullife
“So what do we want?” Rio mused aimlessly scrolling through the food delivery app.
They were lying on the couch Rio’s head resting comfortably on Agatha’s chest their legs entangled, Agatha’s hand absentmindedly running through Rio’s hair while watching a documentary.
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The matching sneakers (2025)
Both tiny ficlet and fanart inspired by Unraveled by @beauttifullife
As soon as Rio had closed the front door behind her she could hear the excited pitter patter of little feet. She had barely taken off her shoes as Nicky skidded around the corner smiling at her.
"Rio, you're home!" "Hey buddy!" she replied and placed her keys in the usual place on the sideboard in the hall. "I have a surprise for you!" he blurted out jumping up and down.
"A surprise?" Rio replied smiling at him with a raised brow.
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Agatha buying plants for Rio like she buys bourbon for herself is like my favorite thing 🌱 🥃
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Tame Your Fears (Preview)
Agatha shot her a pointed look but quickly remembered why she’d come in. Straightening in her chair, she forced herself to focus.
“Look,” she began, the hesitation in her tone making her cringe inwardly. She hated how uncomfortable she sounded, but this was an uncomfortable conversation, one she’d been avoiding but could no longer dodge. “I’m going to work from home for the rest of the day.”
Rio straightened slightly at that, her playful expression replaced by a flicker of concern.
“Everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft but probing.
Agatha waved off the worry with a casual gesture.
“Yes,” she replied, though her throat felt tight as she forced the next words out. “I’m picking Nicky up from school. He’s coming back to me this week, and since he doesn’t handle change all that well—and there’s now a stranger living in his house”—her sharp gaze flicked pointedly at Rio—“ temporarily , I figured it was best to break the news to him in person. Prepare him.”
Rio leaned back in her chair, her expression softening as understanding settled across her features.
Of course, Rio knew about Nicky. She’d walked past his Toy Story -themed room more times than Agatha could count. His photos were everywhere—in the living room, the hallway, even on Agatha’s desk. And then there was the day at the park when Rio met him. They’d sat on the bench together, talking for a while, Rio’s easy demeanor putting Nicky at ease almost instantly.
Rio had to know this conversation was coming and judging by the calm, unshocked expression on her face, she had been expecting it.
“Okay,” Rio murmured softly, her eyes steady on Agatha. “What do you need from me to make this as easy as possible for him—and for you?”
And that did something to Agatha’s heart.
It was a small thing, maybe, but it struck a chord deep inside her—one she hadn’t expected. Rio’s sincerity, her lack of hesitation, and the simple, direct way she asked how to help Nicky settled over Agatha like a quiet warmth.
For so long, she’d been used to the people she saw romantically to sidestep the subject of her son, treating him like an obstacle in her life rather than the center of it. But here was Rio, meeting the moment head-on, no discomfort, no excuses—just understanding and a willingness to do whatever was needed.
Agatha felt her chest tighten, the sensation unfamiliar and uncomfortably tender. She cleared her throat, willing herself to push past the strange flutter it sent through her.
“Honestly,” she sighed, the word carrying the weight of her uncertainty, “I’m not really sure. He already took to you at the park—faster than I’ve ever seen—but he might be different in his own space. I guess…”
She hesitated, her eyes meeting Rio’s, searching for some reassurance.
“Play it by ear? He can be unpredictable sometimes.”
Rio nodded, her expression shifting into a weary smile.
“Wonder where he got that from?”
Agatha shot her a look, equal parts amused and exasperated, before letting out a resigned sigh.
“He is like a miniature version of myself,” she admitted. “Sometimes I wonder if I made him from scratch, with no help from James at all.”
Rio smirked, leaning back in her chair.
“Well, if anyone could pull off immaculate conception through sheer willpower and stubbornness, it would be you.”
Agatha rolled her eyes, but despite herself, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
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Agatha shot her a look, sharp but tinged with exasperation, before sighing heavily and running a hand through her hair. She fought to get a grip on the emotions swirling inside her.
“Doesn’t this feel weird to you?” she finally asked, gesturing vaguely around them.
Rio didn’t answer immediately, instead leaning back in her chair with a casualness that only irritated Agatha more. She sipped her coffee, her expression unreadable until she finally smirked.
“When life gives you lemons…” Rio trailed off, her tone light, teasing.
Agatha’s glare was immediate, sharp enough to cut glass, and thankfully straight through Rio stupid statement.
Rio sighed wearily at that, her smirk fading as she slouched slightly in her chair. The playful mask slipped, replaced by something quieter, more honest.
“Yes,” Rio said simply, meeting Agatha’s eyes. “It’s weird.”
Agatha flicked her hand up in a sharp exclamation.
“Thank you,” she muttered, needing the affirmation like air.
She sighed heavily, her gaze dropping back to her plate before picking up a piece of bacon and biting into it. She chewed it with deliberate force, as though trying to grind the entire absurdity of their situation into dust under her teeth.
“You know,” Rio began, her voice dripping with teasing intent, the kind that sent an instant ripple of irritation—and anticipation—through Agatha.
Agatha froze mid-chew, her eyes narrowing, already bracing herself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of the woman’s mouth.
Rio smirked, enjoying the moment far too much, and continued.
“This whole situation,” she said, pausing to take a languid sip of her coffee, her free hand gesturing lazily between them, “is like the epitome of stereotypical lesbian behavior.”
Agatha didn’t know what she was expecting to come out of Rio’s mouth, but it wasn’t that. She tilted her head in confusion at that, continuing chewing before finally swallowing. “What are you talking about?”
Rio leaned forward, taking her time to spear a piece of egg with her fork. She popped it into her mouth, humming softly before finally meeting Agatha’s gaze with a teasing glint in her eye.
“U-hauling,” she said simply.
Agatha blinked, her brow furrowing.
What the fuck was Rio talking about?
“Like… the moving truck?”
Rio’s jaw dropped dramatically, as she gave Agatha an incredulous look, shaking her head in disbelief.
“You’ve really never heard the joke?” Rio asked, her tone brimming with amazement, her disbelief as playful as it was genuine.
Agatha’s brow furrowed as she racked her brain, searching for any context to latch onto, but came up with nothing. The frustration of not knowing—of being on the outside of an inside joke—pricked at her pride. She glared at Rio, her jaw tightening, and her tone sharpened as she spoke.
“I’m sorry,” Agatha deadpanned, the words somehow both a hiss and a mock. “I’m not well-versed in the ‘ vagina monologue ,’ Rio. Please, enlighten me.”
Rio’s grin widened, a devilish light sparking in her eyes. She leaned back in her chair, clearly enjoying every moment of Agatha’s irritation.
“I forget sometimes that you're a baby lesbian,” Rio said, her voice dripping with exaggerated sympathy, her grin widening as she clearly savored every second of this.
Agatha’s left eye twitched, a telltale sign that her patience was already wearing dangerously thin.
“Alright, listen,” Rio began in a tone so placating it could’ve been meant for a toddler. She even held up her hands, before bringing them together like she was telling a story with them. “When two mommies fall in love...”
Agatha growled, her fingers tightening around her fork as she leaned forward, her voice low and full of menace.
“You know I have enough connections in the upper echelons of New York society to kill you with my bare fucking hands and still get away with it, right?”
Rio didn’t even flinch. If anything, her smirk deepened, her mouth twitching with barely contained laughter as she took a slow sip of her coffee, letting the moment stretch just enough to test Agatha’s patience.
But then, just as quickly, the teasing faded. The smirk softened into something quieter, more reflective, as she set her cup down and looked at Agatha with a serious, almost resigned expression.
“Okay,” she murmured with a heavy sigh, pausing to collect her thoughts before continuing. “There’s this running joke about lesbians—how we move fast. Women bond faster. We just... get each other, you know? No hurdles, no walls, none of that emotional baggage that men seem to drag out for years.”
She paused, as if considering what to say next.
“Even for the truly emotionally stunted women—”
Agatha’s glare sharpened. She could feel the barb coming. Agatha’s mouth opened to retort, but Rio cut her off with a look that was more knowing than teasing.
“— like us ,” Rio finished simply, the weight of the words settling between them, as she claimed she had just as many problems as Agatha, before moving on. “Even then, it’s like running the 100-meter hurdles—with no hurdles. Straight to the finish line in record time while everyone else is jumping and stumbling behind us.”
Agatha blinked, processing Rio’s words, her mind working overtime to unravel the logic—or lack thereof—behind them. She sat back slightly, her fork clinking against the table as she waved her hand in mild disbelief, as if to wave away the nonsense.
“That cannot be true,” Agatha stated, her tone flat and edged with skepticism, as though sheer disbelief might somehow undo the absurdity Rio had just said.
Rio chuckled, leaning back in her chair with the kind of ease that set Agatha’s teeth on edge. Her eyes sparkled, full of amusement.
“Oh, but it is,” Rio replied, her voice light but unyielding. It was the kind of tone someone uses to drop bigger news. “One of my friends from Texas used to say lesbians date like dogs age—one year for a straight couple equals seven for us.”
Agatha blinked, as her mind stumbled over the analogy. Before she could form a retort, Rio raised a finger to chin, her expression turning mock-serious.
“Let’s do the math,” Rio said, pausing as though deep in thought. “We’ve been at this for a little over a month now, give or take.” She feigned looking up at the ceiling, mumbling theatrically, “Carry the one, divide by seven…”
Her gaze snapped back to Agatha, and the smirk that spread across her face was absolutely menacing, practically dripping with satisfaction.
“Congratulations, my love” Rio declared, her tone teasing but triumphant. “We just celebrated our one-year anniversary.”
Agatha’s jaw dropped, and for a moment, all she could do was gape at Rio, torn between indignation and outright disbelief.
“That—” she began, only to falter, eyes narrowing. “You’re just fucking with me.”
Rio met her gaze with a deadpan look, chewing her bacon like she was unbothered by the accusation.
“Unfortunately, no,” she said, using her strip of bacon like a professor gesturing with a pointer during a lecture. “It’s absolutely a thing. I mean, I’ve done my best to avoid the stereotype my entire life, but I’ve seen it happen with my friends. Stereotypes exist for a reason—they’re rooted in some kind of truth.”
She paused, giving Agatha a pointed look that was both teasing and resigned.
“And now, look at me,” Rio added, gesturing vaguely around them as if to highlight the absurdity of their situation. “You’ve ruined me.”
Agatha scoffed, straightening in her seat and gesturing between them.
“We are not like that.”
Rio raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, as her smirk widened.
“Oh, we’re not?”
“No,” Agatha snapped, gripping her fork tightly and brandishing it like a weapon. “We’re not. For one, you’re not moving in. You’re here for safety reasons. Safety , Rio.”
She paused, frowning slightly as she tried to make her voice steadier, more commanding.
“And two, I barely even like you.”
The second the words left her mouth, Agatha winced inwardly.
Damn it.
Not as confident as she’d intended. The hesitation in her tone was a dead giveaway, and of course, Rio noticed it immediately.
Rio’s head tilted, a slow grin spreading across her face like she’d just been handed the best gift imaginable. Then she laughed—a loud, full-bodied sound that filled the room. She threw her head back, her dark hair catching the soft morning light in a way that made Agatha’s chest tighten despite herself.
When Rio looked back at her, her eyes were warm, playful, and entirely too knowing.
“Barely like me, huh?” she said, her smirk widening. “You’re so full of shit. You love me, Agatha Harkness. You can’t say it without choking, but you do.”
Agatha glared at her, though her heart betrayed her by doing an annoying little flip at the sound of Rio’s confidence.
“Did those exact words ever leave my mouth, counselor ?” she retorted, lifting her chin stubbornly, her grip on the fork tightening just slightly.
It was a strong argument, legally speaking. She hadn’t said those exact words—not directly, anyway. Sure, she would conceded that had told Rio she loved her, but not in a way that carried the full weight of saying it plainly. That admission still caused a twist of discomfort in her stomach, a vulnerability she wasn’t ready to lay bare.
Rio raised an eyebrow, giving Agatha a long, assessing look, the kind that said she was deciding just how much she wanted to push. Her smirk didn’t waver, though. If anything, it deepened, her amusement written all over her face.
Agatha wasn’t having it. She lifted her chin a fraction higher and shot Rio a pointed look of her own, her fork still in hand like a weapon of pure stubbornness.
“If it can’t hold up in court,” Agatha said, her tone clipped, her emphasis sharp as a blade, “it won’t hold up in my house.”
She added extra weight to the last two words, the “ my ” landing like a gavel striking a judge’s bench.
Rio blinked, clearly taken aback for a split second before recovering, her lips twitching into a full grin.
“Noted,” she murmured, leaning back in her chair, the picture of mock compliance. But her eyes betrayed her—dark and full of that damnable confidence that made Agatha want to simultaneously strangle and kiss her.
“Good,” Agatha said, stabbing her fork into her eggs with a precise jab, as if to solidify her point. Her tone was firm, her authority seemingly reasserted—or at least, she hoped.
One year anniversary.
How ridiculous.
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“Easy,” Agatha murmured, her voice low and steady, as she eased them both down to the cool tiled floor. She cradled Rio against her, one arm wrapped securely around her waist while the other brushed through her hair. She pressed a gentle kiss to Rio’s forehead, feeling the lingering tremors rippling through her body.
It took a few quiet moments of just that—holding her, grounding her, letting Rio’s breath even out—before Agatha felt her finally relax, her body melting into her arms. Rio snuggled deeper against Agatha’s chest, as though it was the only safe place in the world.
Agatha blinked, startled by the sight of Rio like this—not immediately bouncing back. She looked… soft, undone in a way Agatha had never witnessed before. Her eyes widened in mock disbelief, her lips twitching.
“Did I finally find your off button?” she teased, her voice light, but unable to stop the hint of pride seep into her tone.
Rio huffed, a sound that was half laugh, half exasperation. Her breath warmed Agatha’s collarbone before her voice came, muffled but unmistakable in its awe—and its possessiveness.
“Who in the fuck taught you how to do that?”
Agatha couldn’t help the snort that escaped her, her lips twitching into a wry smile as she tightened her hold around Rio, pressing another kiss to the top of her head.
“You did,” she said with a huff, her tone teasing but warm. “You had the strap-on then, remember? I nearly passed out after? I figured, sans equipment, the mechanics were still the same—and looks like I was right.”
Rio groaned into her chest, and even thought she couldn’t see it, it was impossible to miss the smile tugging at her lips.
“I want to hate how cocky you get when you’re right,” Rio muttered, her voice muffled against Agatha’s chest. She paused for a second before letting out a huff of air. “But it’s also annoyingly hot.”
Agatha smirked, running her fingers lazily through Rio’s damp hair.
“Well, buckle up, darling,” Agatha drawled, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. “Because I’m rarely wrong. So, this is going to be quite the ride for you.”
Rio chuckled at that, her breath warm against Agatha’s neck as she shook her head, a soft laugh escaping her.
“As long as I’m the only one who gets to ride,” Rio murmured, her voice low and teasing, “then I think I can handle it.”
Agatha’s smirk deepened, her fingers threading lazily through Rio’s hair.
“Possessive, are we?” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.
Rio tilted her head up, her face dead serious.
“When it comes to you? Absolutely.”
Agatha felt her chest tighten, but it wasn’t anxiety this time. She recognized it instantly, the clarity of Rio’s statement settling into her like a quiet revelation. Leaning down, she captured Rio’s lips in a kiss, firm and tender, grounding them both before pulling back.
“Good,” she murmured against her lips, her voice low and steady. “Because I don’t share well either.”
They held each other in the stillness that followed, the silence not empty but somehow full.
“How are you feeling?” Rio asked softly, breaking the quiet.
Agatha paused, letting the question settle as she searched within herself. The storm was still there, but it was distant now, its edges softened. And in its wake, there was Rio—just Rio.
That presence alone, that anchor, settled her even more.
“Better,” she answered simply, truthfully.
Rio smiled faintly, murmuring, “Good.”
They sat like that for a while, wrapped in each other, letting the weight of the world fall away for a moment. Agatha felt a warmth spread through her, a strange but welcome sense of peace.
“Thank you,” Agatha said suddenly, her voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “I didn’t know I needed that. How did you know I needed that?”
Rio shifted slightly, her head resting more comfortably against Agatha’s shoulder.
“Calculated guess,” she said with a small shrug, her tone light but her words heavy with meaning. “I feel the same way when my world starts spinning. We’re alike, you and I.”
She paused, letting the words sink in before continuing, her voice taking on a thoughtful edge.
“Power, surrender, control, submission—they’re powerful forces. They have this… way of shifting dynamics, of shifting you. They can unmake you, but they can also rebuild you.”
Rio paused, her head pulling back slightly, her gaze searching Agatha’s face as if looking for something unspoken, something she needed to see reflected back. Finally, she exhaled, her breath soft, her voice dipping into a vulnerable, almost hesitant tone.
“And I think…” Rio hesitated, her eyes lowering for a moment as if gathering her thoughts before meeting Agatha’s again, steady but unguarded. “I think I needed that as much as you did. I didn’t realize it until it was already happening, but I felt… unsteady too. With everything going on, all the chaos, I felt like I was losing my footing.”
Her lips quirked into a faint, self-aware smile before her expression softened again.
“But being with you like that—letting you take control—it wasn’t just grounding; it was freeing. Like I could let go, trust you to hold the reins, and everything would still be okay.”
It wasn’t lost on Agatha that Rio’s statement carried more weight than it seemed at first glance. Her words weren’t just about trusting Agatha to take control in the intimate moments they shared—they were layered, edged with deeper meaning.
Rio said she loved Agatha...she was trusting Agatha emotionally, letting her guard down in ways that Agatha knew didn’t come easily to her.
But it even went beyond that.
Rio was also placing her faith in Agatha physically , trusting her to protect her when the threat from Vanguard loomed over them like a shadow.
It wasn’t just about surrendering her body.
It was about surrendering her heart, her safety, her very life.
The realization hit Agatha like a wave—heavy, powerful, and impossible to ignore.
Her throat tightened as she felt the enormity of it, the responsibility, the vulnerability Rio was offering her without hesitation. And for someone who spent her entire life avoiding vulnerability like the plague, it was both humbling and terrifying.
Agatha exhaled slowly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Rio’s temple, letting the gesture say everything her words couldn’t quite reach. As she did, her arms instinctively tightened around Rio, pulling her closer, like she was building a fortress of protection around her.
Rio melted into the embrace, her breath evening out as she rested her head against Agatha’s chest.
And for a moment, the weight of the world seemed to fade.
Agatha pressed her chin lightly against the top of Rio’s head, closing her eyes as she took in a deep breath. The storm inside her had calmed, the restless energy was replaced by something far more grounding. The promise that no matter what came next, she would be Rio’s shield—against Vanguard, against the world, against anything that dared to threaten what she had found with Rio.
The sudden vibration of her phone startled Agatha, pulling her back to the moment. Adjusting her hold on Rio, she fished it out of her pocket and glanced at the screen.
"Camera's are installed," she read aloud. "They just left."
Rio exhaled deeply, a sound of relief, but then she froze mid-breath, her body stiffening. Pulling back slightly, she looked at Agatha with a mix of confusion and dawning horror.
"They texted you instead of telling you in person?" she asked, her voice wary. Then her eyes widened as her gaze darted to the door. "Do you think they... heard us?"
Agatha couldn’t stop the snort that escaped her.
"Us? No." she repeated, her tone laced with teasing disbelief. "You? Absolutely . I think the tenants two floors down probably heard you."
Her words were both a tease and a point of pride, her smirk widening as Rio’s cheeks flushed. There was something immensely satisfying about knowing she could make Rio lose control like that.
Agatha watched the flush deepen as it rolled up Rio's neck, a faint color blooming across her cheeks.
Oh.
She liked that.
She liked it a lot.
“Fuck,” Rio groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I hope none of them are on my security detail tomorrow.”
Agatha, never one to resist an opportunity to poke fun, slowly rose from the tiled floor, her joints protesting slightly—reminding her that, yes, she was too damn old to be sitting on hard tiles for that long.
“Well, if they aren’t, I am certainly going to arrange for it,” she said casually, brushing off her knees as she stood.
Rio dropped her hands from her face and shot Agatha a glare, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
“Agatha.”
Agatha smirked wickedly, extending a hand to help Rio up.
“What?” she said, her tone dripping with mock innocence. “Embarrassed?”
Rio pursed her lips, clearly biting back a retort, and Agatha’s grin widened. She was just about to needle her further when her mind suddenly snapped to the reason for Rio’s volume . Her smirk softened into something sly as she flexed her hand at her side, the evidence of their earlier activities still slick against her palm.
“Speaking of that,” she said, emphasizing the word with a wicked smirk.
Rio froze for half a second before immediately picking up on what Agatha was getting at, and huffing loudly, her cheeks flushing anew.
“I’m going to bed,” she declared, spinning on her heel and striding into the bedroom.
Agatha chuckled softly, grabbing a nearby towel to clean her hand before flipping off the bathroom light and fan, casting the space into quiet darkness. She followed Rio into the bedroom, her footsteps soft against the floor.
When she stepped inside, her eyes immediately locked on Rio, who was already under the comforter, her dark gaze fixed on Agatha.
The playful banter that had filled the bathroom evaporated in an instant, leaving a charged silence hanging between them. Agatha froze in the doorway, her smirk fading as uncertainty crept in.
Now what? Was she supposed to just turn around, walk down the hall, and go back to her room?
That thought sparked an uncomfortable, restless movement in her chest, and before her mind could catch up, Agatha was already moving. She grabbed the arm of her sweater, tugging it off in one swift motion. Her bra followed, then her sweatpants, leaving her in just her underwear as she stepped toward the bed.
Rio’s eyes tracked her every movement.
“Move over,” Agatha said, aiming for confidence but falling just short, her voice betraying a faint waver. “That’s my side.”
Rio raised an eyebrow, a soft smile tugging at her lips. That smile made Agatha’s heart hammer harder than she’d ever admit. Without a word, Rio rolled over, making space.
Agatha slid into bed, the sheets cool against her skin. She immediately reached out, wrapping an arm around Rio and pulling her close, her front pressed firmly to Rio’s back. Rio let out a contented sigh, melting into the embrace, and for a moment, the weight of the day seemed to settle around them, soft and bearable.
Their breaths slowed in tandem, their bodies sinking into the quiet.
Agatha’s body may have relaxed, but her mind hadn’t caught up. It was still locked on that specific moment in the bathroom, replaying it over and over.
“So,” she started, unable to resist, “is that … something that can happen often? Or is it like Christmas? You know, if it happens every day, it loses its holiday spirit?”
Rio stiffened briefly, then let out a snort, her body shaking with quiet laughter. Even though Agatha couldn’t see her face, she knew Rio was smiling.
“You did not just compare me squirting to Santa Claus.”
“What?” Agatha teased, smirking against Rio’s shoulder. “It felt like a gift to me.”
Rio let out a choked laugh at that, the sound caught somewhere between exasperation and fondness. She fell quiet for a moment, and Agatha thought she might have drifted off. A pang of disappointment followed, but Agatha knew herself. She’d get her answer eventually—Rio had to know she wouldn’t let this go.
“I don’t know,” Rio murmured suddenly, her voice low and slightly shy. “I’ve never done… that … before.”
Agatha’s jaw dropped, practically unhinging in shock. The silence hung thick for a moment before Rio glanced over her shoulder, catching Agatha’s expression.
Her groan filled the room.
“Oh my god—you’re going to be insufferable now, aren’t you?”
The question snapped Agatha out of her stupor, and a smirk curved her lips.
“I’m always insufferable,” she quipped.
Rio huffed, a sound that carried the full weight of, I couldn’t agree more. Then, she let out a loud tired exhale, snuggling deeper into the pillow, clearly signaling that she was done entertaining this conversation.
But silence wasn’t enough to deter her. Agatha smirked, her chin resting against Rio’s shoulder as she spoke again, her tone teasing, playful.
“So, you’re saying it can happen again…”
“ Agatha ,” Rio groaned, her voice muffled by the pillow, “go to bed.”
Agatha couldn’t hold back the chuckle that bubbled out of her. She kissed the back of Rio’s neck softly, letting her lips linger there for a moment before whispering.
“You didn’t say no.”
Rio groaned louder this time.
“Yeah well, you will never hear me say yes again unless I get some fucking sleep,” grumbled Rio.
Agatha smirked faintly at Rio’s grumbled response, knowing she was teetering on the edge of pushing her luck. But even Agatha Harkness knew when to quit—well, sometimes.
Chapter 23: Coven Two (Preview)
“Come here.”
Agatha stayed rooted where she was, her heels practically digging into the floor. She didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to be bossed around.
Not now .
Not with everything spiraling so wildly out of control.
Her jaw clenched as she fought against the wave of restlessness surging inside her. It was like holding back a dam ready to burst. Everything felt so precarious, like if even the smallest sliver of control was taken from her, she would shatter into a thousand pieces.
Rio saw it —the tension in Agatha’s stance, the way her hands fisted at her sides, her breath coming just a little too fast. And as she did the sharp edges in her gaze softened, her expression shifting to something gentler, something… patient .
“Agatha,” Rio said softly, her voice steady but pleading. “Please, come here.”
Agatha’s shoulders slumped almost imperceptibly at the word.
Please.
It wasn’t a command.
It wasn’t a demand.
It was a request, and it reached her in a way nothing else could.
Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to move, her steps slow and deliberate, until she crossed the threshold.
The bathroom was the smallest in the house—just enough space for a single sink, a toilet, and a decently sized tiled shower. The moment she stepped inside, the walls seemed to close in, pressing against her.
The weight of everything—her office, her home, her family— being invaded, the constant noise, the fear and uncertainty—it built like a pressure cooker inside her chest. She felt like she was seconds away from snapping, seconds away from tearing into Rio, of letting the storm take control and consuming everything in its path.
And then, Rio reached past her and turned on the fan.
Agatha blinked, startled by the sudden—loud, mechanical hum filling the small room. The anger that had been teetering on the edge of exploding shifted to confusion, as her mind tried to catch up with Rio’s actions.
Then suddenly, the sound of the fan drowned out everything .
No voices in her house.
No drills or hammers.
No footsteps echoing through the halls.
Just the steady, rhythmic whir of the fan.
Agatha exhaled slowly, not even realizing she’d been holding her breath until that moment. The storm inside her didn’t vanish entirely, but it stilled— just enough —as the relentless chaos from outside was replaced by the steady, grounding hum .
Her gaze found Rio, torn between irritation and gratitude.
Agatha hated being read so easily, hated that Rio seemed to know exactly what she needed when she couldn’t even name it herself. And yet, she couldn’t deny the shift—that the suffocating grip on her chest had loosened, if only slightly.
Rio stepped back, the bathroom not allowing her much space, but she moved until she was pressed against the opposite wall—giving Agatha as much a space as possible.
They stayed like that for a few moments, the hum of the fan filling the small space. The noise helped— a little —but that restless energy inside her refused to settle. It curled tighter and tighter, like a cloud threatening to touch down the earth, and destroy everything in its path.
“Tell me.”
Rio’s voice broke through the haze, soft but unwavering, cutting through Agatha’s spiraling thoughts.
Agatha blinked, her gaze darting to Rio, who was watching her with that maddening mix of patience and understanding.
Tell me.
Agatha knew what she meant. Rio was asking about her. About what was wrong—what was clawing at her from the inside out.
Agatha opened her mouth, then shut it just as quickly.
How did she even begin to explain?
How did she put into words the relentless—the suffocating weight pressing down on her chest?
How her life felt like it was fracturing all around her?
Her fingers flexed at her sides, and she looked away, staring at the bathroom tiles as if they might offer her an answer.
But they didn’t.
So finally, she settled on the only words that seemed to fit, her voice raw and strained as hot tears frustration clouded her eyes.
“I feel completely out of control.”
Agatha continued to stare at the tile, her vision blurring slightly as her fingers curled and twisted, the tremble in them betraying the storm building inside her.
Silence greeted her words.
And then, softly—barely audible over the hum of the fan—Rio spoke.
“Okay.”
The word was simple, but the way she said it carried weight, a quiet understanding that wrapped around Agatha like a lifeline.
“ Okay ,” Rio repeated, even softer this time.
Silence settled between them, heavy but not oppressive, as if the stillness itself were giving Agatha permission to just exist in the moment.
Then out of nowhere, Rio’s voice cut through the quiet, low and steady.
“Take it back.”
Agatha blinked, her eyes snapping open to meet Rio’s gaze.
“Take what back?” she bit out, confusion transforming into anger.
Rio didn’t even blink an eye. She just tilted her head, letting it rest against the wall, her expression soft yet charged with a simmering intensity that burned behind those dark eyes.
“All of it,” she said simply. “Your control. Your power. Everything you think you’ve lost.”
The words lingered, heavy with meaning, pressing into Agatha with a force she couldn’t ignore, like a flame licking at the edges of turned over oil tanker.
“It’s right here, Agatha,” Rio continued, her voice roughening, taking on a raw edge. “The one thing you can control.”
Agatha’s breath hitched, the air in the room turning heavier, warmer, pressing against her like a tangible force.
A flush rose beneath her collar, creeping up her neck and spreading across her chest like wildfire. Without thinking, her hand shot up, tugging at the collar of the hoodie, desperate to relieve some of the pressure building within her.
Rio’s gaze flicked to the movement, her dark eyes catching on Agatha’s restless hand. The look she gave wasn’t smug or triumphant—it was something far more intimate, something knowing. A quiet, unspoken challenge lingered there, but not one meant to provoke. No, this was something gentler, coaxing, as if she were carefully reaching for the storm Agatha was trying so desperately to hold at bay.
“It’s okay,” murmured Rio, eyes flashing, as she gave a nod—like she was giving permission. “ Take it .”
And yet, Agatha held herself back.
The urge to act, to seize the control Rio was so willingly offering, clawed at her, relentless and sharp. She fought it with everything she had because she knew herself—knew the force of what simmered beneath her carefully maintained surface. Releasing it wasn’t something you unleashed on a person.
It needed containment.
Solitude, with a bottle of bourbon and dark thoughts.
Rio didn’t know what she was saying. Didn’t know what she was giving permission for Agatha to do. She couldn’t possibly understand the storm she was inviting in.
Agatha’s fingers twisted restlessly at her sides, betraying the battle raging inside her. Her breathing quickened, her chest tightening as the heat and tension grew unbearable, each second stretching impossibly thin.
“Agatha ,” Rio murmured, her voice a low rasp that seemed to fill every corner of the small bathroom. Her gaze flicked down, honing in on Agatha’s restless, twisting fingers before lifting back to her face. There was no softness left in her expression now.
“All you have to do,” she continued, her words deliberate and laced with a challenge—daring Agatha to rise, “is take those restless, beautiful fingers of yours... and bury them—”
Agatha moved before the sentence could fully land. She surged forward, her hands shooting up to cradle Rio’s face, gripping firmly as their mouths collided in a kiss so fierce it was almost bruising.
Rio’s head hit the wall with a loud thud, the sound reverberating through the small space. She gasped, her lips parting in shock, and Agatha seized the opening, her tongue slipping inside, devouring her like she was something Agatha had been starving for.
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Agatha's fellow law firm partners (The Coven) absolutely roasting her when they find out she is sleeping with Rio Vidal, a first year associate in the fanfiction story, Unraveled.
“You’re sleeping with a first-year associate?” Jen asked, her tone incredulous.
“Can we maybe just concentrate on the death threats for now?” Agatha growled, her voice cutting through the tension. “You can report me to HR later.”
"I'll take her off the case. She can report to you.”
“Me?” Jen asked, startled.
Agatha rolled her eyes, exasperation etched into her features.
“Don’t act like you don’t want her on your team,” she hissed. “She’s the best associate we’ve seen walk through these doors in years.”
Alice raised her hand, looking between them.
“Umm — why does Jen get her?” she asked, clearly offended.
Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t care—you can share her for all I care. But she cannot work for me anymore,” Agatha said, her tone clipped, frustration rolling off her in waves.
“Oh yeah?” Jen shot back mockingly. “Did you come to that brilliant conclusion before or after you slept with her?”
Agatha’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and her middle finger shot up in a gesture that felt almost reflexive.
“Oh… real cute,” Jen muttered, matching Agatha’s glare with a pointed look of her own, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Um… Agatha,” Lilia interjected, her tone hesitant but firm.
“What?” Agatha snapped, turning to her.
Lilia tilted her head to the side, subtly nodding toward the glass door. Agatha followed her gaze, and her heart nearly stopped.
Rio stood outside the door, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowed at Agatha. The weight of her gaze was enough to make Agatha feel like she was back in the principal’s office, caught red-handed.
“Ohhh… someone’s in trouble ,” Jen sang, her delight barely concealed, leaning slightly toward Agatha with a smug grin.
“Jen,” Agatha hissed, whirling on her with all the fury she could muster. “I swear to god, I will break every single crystal in this fucking office.”
Jen’s eyes widened briefly before she composed herself, fixing Agatha with a serious look.
“That’s like… really bad karma, Agatha. So, just know—that’s on you.”
Agatha let out an exasperated growl, bringing her hands up in a mock-strangling motion, teeth bared.
“Rio...this is incredibly reckless,” Agatha whispered, her voice trembling slightly, her words more of an observation than a protest.
“You’re Agatha Harkness,” Rio murmured in return, her tone low and brimming with a kind of want that sent a shiver down Agatha’s spine. “Isn’t that, like, your trademark?”
Agatha huffed softly, a mix of amusement and resignation slipping from her lips.
Whatever retort she might have had dissolved as she leaned forward, her movements instinctive, driven by something deeper. When her lips met Rio’s, the kiss wasn’t just heated—it was relief.
Knock. Knock.
Agatha froze, her lips still brushing against Rio’s, her breath catching as her eyes darted over Rio’s shoulder.
And there they were.
Lilia, Jen, and Alice stood just outside the glass door, each wearing expressions ranging from barely-contained surprise to outright shock. Behind them, she could see men and women in suits filtering into the hamster cage.
Jen mouth was agape like she couldn’t believe what was she was seeing. Lilia’s face was carefully neutral, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. Alice, predictably , was grinning like an idiot.
Agatha let out a quiet groan, pulling her lips away and resting her forehead falling against Rio’s shoulder as she muttered, “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
“In my office—my sacred temple—you bring your depravity?” Jen hissed, her voice dripping with outrage.
Agatha rolled her eyes at the theatrics, folding her arms across her chest.
“It was just a kiss, Jen,” she retorted, leveling her with a pointed look. “It’s not like I bent her over your desk and fucked her.”
Jen’s eyes widened, her mouth opening and closing as if she couldn’t decide whether to be horrified or begrudgingly impressed. Finally, she huffed, muttering something under her breath about needing to burn more sage and cleanse the energy in her office as she stomped away.
Lilia, let out a poorly stifled laugh before stepping closer to Agatha. She touched Agatha’s arm lightly and leaned in as though she were about to share a secret, though her voice was far too loud for any pretense of discretion.
“I have a good feeling about you two,” she said, gesturing between Agatha and Rio’s retreating figure with a pleased smile. “I’m usually right about these things,” she added, tapping her temple for emphasis.
She started to walk away but paused mid-step.
“Oh—and don’t forget, you need to submit a workplace relationship disclosure to HR immediately,” she said, her tone slipping seamlessly into partner authority as she shot Agatha a pointed look. Then, with a satisfied nod, she followed Jen toward the conference room.
That left Agatha standing with Alice in a silence so thick it felt like a living thing.
Agatha waited, crossing her arms and glaring, but Alice just stood there, hands in her pockets, clearly enjoying herself. When the silence became too much, Agatha snapped.
“And you? What do you have to say?” she demanded, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “Go on—let’s hear it!”
Alice raised her hands in mock surrender, her face carefully neutral, though her eyes sparkled with barely contained amusement.
“I’ve got nothing,” she said casually, but as the words hung in the air, a sly smirk crept onto her face. “I mean—I get it. She’s hot. Good for you.”
Agatha’s eyes went wide, caught completely off guard by Alice’s casual remark.
“Oh—,” she stammered, the rare sensation of a blush creeping up her neck and heating her cheeks. “Umm...thanks?”
Alice nodded, and walked forward, with a little skip in her step, but then paused halfway down the hallway.
“Does she have an older brother— or a sister ? I’m not picky. Emphasis on the older though. I don't want to go to jail,” Alice quipped, her grin widening with that signature devilish delight.
And there it was.
Agatha groaned, throwing a sharp glare her way.
“I hate all of you,” she muttered, her voice low and drenched in exasperation, though the faintest hint of a smirk betrayed her true feelings.
Chapter 22: Coven True (Preview)
“This is my mess. I can foot the bill,” Agatha said, her tone firm but weary, the weight of responsibility pressing down on her shoulders.
Lilia clicked her tongue in disapproval, her expression hardening as she stepped into Agatha’s personal space—looking her dead in the eye.
“No,” Lilia said firmly, her voice carrying a finality that left no room for argument. “They come after one of us, they come after all of us.”
Agatha blinked, caught off guard by the unwavering solidarity in Lilia’s tone. She opened her mouth to protest, but the look in Lilia’s eyes made her stop.
It wasn’t just determination.
It was loyalty—unshakeable and fierce.
Jen and Alice followed suit, stepping forward to join Lilia, forming an unspoken wall around Agatha. None of them said a word, but their expressions mirrored Lilia’s resolve.
The message was clear: if they wanted Agatha, they had to get through them first.
For the first time in a long time, Agatha felt something unfamiliar but not unwelcome—a strange, quiet relief.
She wasn’t alone.
She swallowed hard, forcing down the swell of emotion that curled inside her. It was comforting in a way that made her uneasy, something she wasn’t used to letting herself feel.
The silence stretched, heavy but not uncomfortable, and Agatha shifted, her usual sharp edge creeping back in to steady herself.
“I swear to god, if one of you tries to hug me, I will hit you,” she deadpanned, breaking the moment.
Jen snorted, Alice let out a bark of laughter, and even Lilia’s lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smile.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Harkness,” Alice teased.
Agatha rolled her eyes, but the tension in the room eased, replaced by a quiet, determined unity. Whatever came next, she wasn’t facing it alone—and for once, she let herself accept that.
“What are we doing about Vidal?” Jen asked, breaking the moment, her eyes narrowing as she shot Agatha a look that made it clear she wasn’t letting go of the topic anytime soon.
Agatha met her gaze, a flicker of frustration crossing her features before she sighed, running a hand through her hair.
“She needs her own security detail. So does Nicky.” Agatha’s voice softened, a rare vulnerability slipping through her usually sharp exterior. “But I don’t want either of them to know.”
Jen raised a brow at that, giving Agatha a look.
“I understand not wanting Nicky to know,” she said cautiously. “But Vidal—she should know.”
“No,” Agatha growled, her tone brooking no argument. “This is my mess. She doesn’t need to know . I’ll take her off the case. She can report to you.”
“Me?” Jen asked, startled.
Agatha rolled her eyes, exasperation etched into her features.
“Don’t act like you don’t want her on your team,” she hissed. “She’s the best associate we’ve seen walk through these doors in years.”
Alice raised her hand, looking between them.
“Umm — why does Jen get her?” she asked, clearly offended.
Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t care—you can share her for all I care. But she cannot work for me anymore,” Agatha said, her tone clipped, frustration rolling off her in waves.
“Oh yeah?” Jen shot back mockingly. “Did you come to that brilliant conclusion before or after you slept with her?”
Agatha’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and her middle finger shot up in a gesture that felt almost reflexive.
“Oh… real cute,” Jen muttered, matching Agatha’s glare with a pointed look of her own, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Agatha opened her mouth to fire back, because, honestly, she needed this—the back and forth, the sharp exchange. It was grounding, familiar, almost comforting in its absurdity.
“Um… Agatha,” Lilia interjected, her tone hesitant but firm.
“What?” Agatha snapped, turning to her.
Lilia tilted her head to the side, subtly nodding toward the glass door. Agatha followed her gaze, and her heart nearly stopped.
Rio stood outside the door, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowed at Agatha. The weight of her gaze was enough to make Agatha feel like she was back in the principal’s office, caught red-handed.
“ Ohhh… someone’s in trouble ,” Jen sang, her delight barely concealed, leaning slightly toward Agatha with a smug grin.
“Jen,” Agatha hissed, whirling on her with all the fury she could muster. “I swear to god, I will break every single crystal in this fucking office.”
Jen’s eyes widened briefly before she composed herself, fixing Agatha with a serious look.
“That’s like… really bad karma, Agatha. So, just know—that’s on you.”
Agatha let out an exasperated growl, bringing her hands up in a mock-strangling motion, teeth bared.
“Nope!” Lilia interjected, stepping in like the seasoned peacekeeper she was. Her tone was calm but firm, cutting through the escalating tension. “We’re not doing this. We’re going to call the security detail. They have a rapid response team, and I’m sure they’ll be here shortly to discuss logistics.”
She paused, leveling Agatha with a look that was as unimpressed as it was pointed.
“You, however, clearly have…” she paused, her eyes drifting to the door where Rio stood waiting, “other things to work out.”
Without missing a beat, Lilia turned on her heel and began ushering Jen and Alice out of the office.
“Come on, you two,” Lilia said, waving them forward with a no-nonsense tone. “Let’s give her some space.”
“This is literally my office,” Jen muttered, crossing her arms, but she begrudgingly followed Lilia and Alice out.
As the three exited, Agatha felt a strange, uncomfortable pull in her stomach, a mix of relief and apprehension. Thankfully, they only gave Rio passing glances as they moved by, though the tension in the air was palpable.
And just as the door almost swung shut, Rio caught it and stepped inside.
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