Nicky was always meant to be stillborn. He was never supposed to live after birth, but Rio gave Agatha more time with him, and in turn he got more time with Agatha.
Whether it was implied or not, he was always the son of Death. He was always supposed to go home to his other mother. When Death finally beckoned him home that night, Rio wouldn’t allow him to join her until he kissed Agatha’s cheek. And he knew, instantaneously, to kiss Agatha not once, but twice.
Once from him, and once from Rio.
Though he was always meant to join Death at her side, Rio gave Agatha the chance to be his mother, too, and now I am a mess about it and will be thinking about this for a long time.
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11/4 edit: Wow, y'all have completely overwhelmed me with your love for this little meta, so as thanks, I turned it into a bit of fic we can all cry together about.
Read "Once (Twice) from Nicky" on AO3.
11/19 edit: So I have Agathario brain rot now (ty Jac Schaeffer) and couldn’t help starting a longer form fic because this family just makes me a mess. So, in light of this, I am selfishly adding the link to this fic below so we can all be messes together.
Read “Five Stages (in Grief’s Embrace)” on AO3.
