#mon demon

[lamb-of-wrath]

i was not expecting that writing Death observing Agatha and seeing sex for the very first time would turn into writing a crackfic

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[neemakraa]

[lamb-of-wrath]

i'm writing agathario shadow/tendril sex and rio is just an utterly confused mess of shadowy tendrils and she keeps touching agatha after realising she can do that and keeps asking questions but agatha is unable to explain because she just keeps moaning and rio doesn't even realise she is edging her "rio i'm going to come" "come where?" "keep going, i'm going to-" "you are going again? to the same place?" "ORGASM IS NOT A PLACE RIO" djmskandksaj someone sedate me

[lamb-of-wrath]

(from my tired google docs, I'm planning to post it at some point, but I just wanted to share this because god, the brainrot is brainrotting)

“I prefer power.”

“Power,” Death’s voice flows around her, the sound of it almost like a sigh. “I have met many like you, they wanted nothing but power. Such a pointless pursuit. In the end-”

“Everybody dies,” Agatha interrupts, finishing the sentence herself.

“Do you believe power will save you from me?” Death asks, voice soft as falling snow.

A wicked smile curls Agatha’s lips as she shakes her head. “Nothing saves anyone from you, that much I understand. I don’t need saving, and I don’t run from death. I dance with it.”

A moment of complete silence passes between them, sipping through her fingers like sand. And then, Death laughs, but it’s a soundless thing. A vibration in the air that makes the ground tremble beneath Agatha’s feet. Even the trees seem to shiver. It’s not a laugh of amusement, not even mockery – it’s the echo of something ancient and eternal.

“Such ambition.” The voice grows darker and deeper, and Agatha can hear it everywhere. “You hunger, but it is limitless. Hunger without limit devours even the most powerful.” The last word snaps its teeth right next to Agatha’s ear, sending a shiver down her spine, and she forgets herself for a fleeting moment as her shoulders tremble ever so slightly.

She looks into the darkness, and something in it resembles a smile.

“You will take, and take, and in the end, I will take you.”

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[lamb-of-wrath]

[SNIPPET] Ma Mort (more Rio!!!!)

everyone seems to love Rio in this fic and I want to cry happy tears every time someone tells me that so have some more anjksdnjkaskbda

“Explain it to me. I need to understand. You said ‘I’m going to’, but you did not clarify where exactly you were going,” Death’s voice hums calmly.

“Rio,” Agatha utters out after taking a deep breath, “dearest,” and she quickly has to take another before continuing, “orgasm is not a literal destination.”

“You sounded very certain and dramatic,” Death states simply as the shadows pulse once, gently, “I thought it might be a place of particular significance to you.”

“When I say that ‘I’m going to come’, I mean an orgasm, not a bloody pilgrimage!”

Although silent, the shadows flicker with a subtle tremor. Agatha has come to recognise this as Death’s form of contemplation. “Orgasm is not a place.”

“No, it’s not,” Agatha confirms, still trying to calm herself down. “It’s an event. You have made me come a lot of times, Rio, you know that. It’s like a release. An explosion,” as soon as a few strands of darkness start twitching, she hurriedly clarifies, “not a literal explosion! A metaphorical explosion. Like I’m dying, but in a very, very good way.

“I see.” A thoughtful pause follows.

“Right, excellent, so can we–”

“You wish for me to induce an explosion that you do not die from?”

Agatha is going to kill her. She would find a way. Somehow.

the fic | ao3 | kofi

[lamb-of-wrath]

[SNIPPET] Ma Mort: La première émotion

here's something from the upcoming chapter (hehe)

It doesn't take long for Death to start breaking rules.

Agatha Harkness becomes her routine. Whenever she can, she finds her. Most times next to at least one corpse. Sometimes, there is nobody else. Other times, Death watches from afar how different women make Agatha feel good, just like she did not so long ago.

One time, she arrives and collects four souls, one of which turns out to be a child. Agatha explains that there are sometimes simple casualties. They should not happen, but do so anyway, and there is nothing that can be done. Death does not question.

“I've missed you,” Agatha murmurs when Death arrives to see five corpses around her. It touches her wrist gently, and Agatha closes her eyes with a smile. “Touch me, Rio.”

And Death does, just like the first time, she holds Agatha mid–air, covers the entirety of her skin, and pulsates. Just like the first time, one of the tendrils slides between Agatha's legs and enters her with ease. Death remembers now, so it quickly begins to move in and out, thickening it, and Agatha moans, “I could do this all the time.”

She comes with a scream and Death’s name on her lips.

And they, in fact, do it all the time.

the fic | ao3

[lamb-of-wrath]

Ma Mort: La première rencontre OUT!

"Death comes for us all, but she only comes for Agatha Harkness." (my fiancée said it, not me)

Chapter #01 of Ma Mort, a prequel to Mon Démon - titled La première rencontre - is now L I V E. 🖤

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

[lamb-of-wrath]

Mon Demon was soooo good omfg thank you!!! I think I now have a mommy kink thanks to how well you wrote it haha! But for real. The way you write makes the tension, desire, and list they have for each other palpable! You have a real talent! 😍

Do you have any plans to write a sequel?

OH MY GOD? Thank you so much!!! This means everything to me, seriously. (And I can't even blame you for developing a mommy kink....)

Actually, I decided to change it into a whole series!!!! LMAO I'm already writing a new fic which will be called Ma Première Mort and it's about Agatha and Rio's first meeting!! Every title in the series would basically follow the pattern (as in Mon XYZ/Ma XYZ). WE'LL SEE WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDS