not really online as much as I used to be. used to talk about Batwoman, queen sugar, the good place, and random MCU things. I tag by first names linked with an X; not ship names. + everything I write is on ao3.
People are calling Agathario queerbait?????? And comparing it to actual queerbait ships???? Besties….theyre literally canonical exes. AGATHA TRIED TO KISS HER??? THE SHOWRUNNER CONFIRMED THEY USED TO BE TOGETHER??? Does no one know what actual queerbait is anymore
Teen's Little Inquiries // agatha all along (mcu), coven fic
about: Teen missed the initial bonding night with the coven, but he uses his recovery time to get to know the other witches. First up, he asks Jen how she came to know Agatha. Was it through her midwife work or the centuries of rumors about the witch killer? + read on ao3
notes: Jen’s up first, and I may do the others. I love our coven a lot. Want to see everybody bonding and speculating and having a good time. Naturally, Agatha's the subject of conversation, but so are the lives of our beloved witches.
This includes a pre-canon flashback that alludes to infant/child death; it's at the end of the chapter.
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Jennifer Kale doesn’t normally doubt herself. She’d had centuries of practice as a rootworker (and, yes, a witch) before she’d been bound. She trusts and believes in her abilities to heal those around her.
It’s just been a long time since she’s been entrusted with the life of someone as innocent as Teen. In fact, it’s good medical practice to follow up on a patient. She’s practically required to check on Teen the morning after his near death experience.
He smiles at her with more life than any of them have seen. A literal bed of flowers rests beneath him, and Jen’s eyebrows furrow before she can help it.
“Did Rio do that?” Jen asks.
Teen glances down at the flowers with a beaming grin. “She wasn’t lying when she said she was the green witch. Her power’s amazing, isn’t it?”
Jen nods around the envy in her chest. The Road has enough residual magic that she’s been able to feel that hum beneath her skin again. She’ll have power of her own soon enough. She doesn’t need to be envious of Agatha Harkness’ ex-girlfriend.
Jen sits down on a stump near his bed. She scans Teen’s body for any signs of jaundice or pain.
“How’s your wound? Let me see it,” she says.
He lifts his repaired jumper easily. The wound’s stitched back together pretty well. No sign of infection.
“It might scar,” Teen says. “But at least I’ll have a cool souvenir from The Road. Better than a t-shirt.”
“Rio may be able to heal it farther,” Jen tells him. “If she’s as good as she wants us to believe, she should have other healing properties.”
Teen cuts his eyes down The Road where Rio’s twirling a flower in a bed of dirt. She doesn’t look as terrifying like this. Contemplative maybe, as she sits in the quiet of the trees under the endless moon.
Still, Teen shakes his head.
“I’d rather not ask her too many questions.”
Jen’s got a few questions for the other witch. Like what Rio meant when she referred to them as ‘her bodies?’ Is she more than just an ex-girlfriend? Is she Agatha’s ex-partner in witch crime?
“There were rumors once,” Jen finds herself saying. “About the witch killer playing house with someone as twisted as she was. I always thought they were just, well, era typical homophobia.”
Teen nods. “How long ago was that?”
Jen can’t quite remember. “A lot of time blurs together after your first few centuries.”
“Right, of course. I can’t wait to get there,” Teen says. His enthusiasm is a little inspiring. Then his eyes narrow just a smidge. “How, uh, long have you known Agatha?”
Jen shrugs. “Everyone knows the witch killer. It’s hard not to hear about her.”
“Yeah, I heard plenty when I started researching, but the way you two go back and forth, it seems personal.” He stares expectantly at Jen. “Like you really knew each other once.”
Jen doesn’t know what to say to that. She can spread rumors easily enough. Warn the kid from getting close to someone who has a reputation for killing as easily as she breathes. But getting into the heart of how Jen knows Agatha feels like crossing a line somehow.
Teen clears his throat. “During the trial, she mentioned keeping you alive because your work was important. So, did you… know each other… through your work?”
His eyes are so earnest. Hesitantly so, since everyone has shot down his questions more than he’d like.
Jen hasn’t been around teenagers in a long time. The ones that come to her shop aren’t trying to get to know her. They want free products in exchange for TikToks and to know if they can counteract aging that hasn’t even happened yet. For all his goth aesthetic, this teen doesn’t even try to cover how much he yearns for knowledge. How much he cares about this makeshift coven and this journey that he coerced them all into.
“Why are you here, Teen?” Jen asks him.
His eyes flash before he blinks away his panic. He chuckles in a mask of that teenage awe.
“The Road is, like, the ultimate witch adventure. It’ll tell me everything I need to know.”
“About your sigil,” Jen surmises.
“About everything,” he whispers. His eyes drop down to the ground around them.
Jen’s spent long enough feeling like an intruder in her own life and body. She can recognize the emotion on someone else. She sets her hand on his shoulder.
“You’ll get your answers if you make it to the end. I don’t know if you’re asking the right questions though,” she tells him. “But yes, Agatha and I did cross paths, through my work. If you want to know more, you’ll have to ask her yourself.”
Teen scoffs under his breath.
“You try getting anything out of her.”
Jen can’t help but grin. “Oh, I have. That’s how I got a different scar.”
Teen looks at her, confused.
Jen waves him off. “Right, you missed the story circle last night. We’ll have others, don’t worry. Get some rest, alright? Answers can wait until you’re ready.”
“What if…” His sentence trails as his fingers brush along his lips. “How will I know when I’m ready?”
He won’t, but that’s not the kind of answer he needs right now.
Jen summons every bit of measured guidance in her, and she lies. “You’ll just know.” Then she leaves before he can ask her anything else.
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Over a century ago, there was a particularly painful birth where Jen knew that the child wouldn’t make it. She coached the mother through, and once the baby was cradled in the woman’s arms, Jen told the mother to make the most of what time she had.
As soft cries from mother and child filled the cabin, Jen stepped outside to give them privacy. The door barely closed before she spotted someone, propped against the trees. Agatha Harkness.
Jen stiffened. She didn’t raise her voice, so as not to trouble her patient inside. Her words carried over well enough.
“You’re not welcome here, witch killer. She’s been through enough.”
Agatha didn’t scoff dismissively. Didn’t brandish her magic or assert her power. If anything, she sounded wary as she replied.
“I’m not here for either of you,” Agatha said.
Jen didn’t know what to make of it, but Agatha’s eyes skirted across the landscape without seeing anything. There was something else she was after then.
A realization chilled its way down Jen’s spine. “You seek Death.”
Agatha’s lips twitched. The first true sign that Jen was onto something.
“We have unfinished business,” Agatha said.
Jen frowned. “You should know better than to intervene.”
“Unclench, High Priestess. I couldn’t intervene if I tried. Now do us both a favor and head back inside. You’re not welcome here.”
Jen heard the threat at the tail end. A grave promise that Agatha would have to hurt Jen if this meeting was interrupted. It was more warning than most witches got.
Jen turned back into the cabin.
The mother had started sobbing. The grief grew heavier in the air by the moment. Jen couldn’t help but notice a few flowers on the water that hadn’t been there before.
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a/n: what's up? what do you think Agatha wanted at that house? who do you think will check on Teen next? how'd you like Jen's POV?
finally... touch // agatha all along (mcu), agatha/rio oneshot
about: Ep 101 - Agatha and Rio's reunion fight takes a turn while they're still on the ground -- Agatha in her robe, Rio beneath her. Rio's interested in several kinds of touch at the moment. + read on ao3
notes: just pretend Teen isn't there at Agatha's/Agnes' house/ Here's Agatha and Rio reuniting and sussing out each other's intentions in a more hands on way than the pilot gave us. idk they've got switchy witchy intensity that I needed to tap into.
excerpt: Agatha sits back on her heels. And waits for Rio to crack. It’s a glorious sight, to be fair. The strongest witch in the known universe, chest tight and straining, eyes burning, lips parted just for her.
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Agatha isn’t dressed for a fight like this. She has no powers, no weapons, nothing to stop Rio Vidal from killing her in the house that Wanda trapped her in.
Her hand burns from Rio’s knife. Blood drips down her throat. She's got two wounds in less than three minutes. It’s pathetic. She’d be ashamed if she had the opportunity to do anything but react.
Rio rears up to attack her again, but Agatha tackles Rio to the ground.
In an instant, one hand goes to Rio’s throat, and the other holds Rio’s knife arm down. She doesn’t bother truly choking the green witch. Not that it matters. Rio grabs Agatha’s wrist to add pressure herself. Such a glutton for punishment.
Agatha laughs despite herself.
Rio reminds her, “You can’t kill me.”
“You can’t kill me,” Agatha roars back. “It’s not allowed.”
Rio laughs beneath her. “But we can try. Push our limits.”
Before Agatha can react, Rio lifts her hips and the leg that’s pinned between Agatha’s. The contact’s instant. Agatha’s only wearing the thin robe. The slick leather of Rio’s pants gets Agatha’s attention quickly enough.
Agatha hisses. She shifts back, but she can’t get away. Rio has a firm grip on the hand still wrapped around her throat.
“Don’t tell me she changed you that much,” Rio taunts. “Where’s my favorite witch?”
Agatha recovers enough composure to glare down at Rio.
“Didn’t you hear? Wanda took everything from me,” Agatha says.
“Not everything,” Rio says. It’s too honest, too weighted. Like she’s a second away from saying that she’s still here for Agatha.
Agatha sneers, “Just everything I care about.”
Rio grits her teeth around whatever else she’d wanted to say. Her eyes flick away for a moment.
“Well, she’s dead, so you get the last laugh. You can do anything you want. Spit on her grave. Do something… more creative.”
Rio’s thigh moves again.
Agatha growls. “I’m not fucking you on that witch’s grave.”
Rio gasps mockingly. “Well, we know where your head’s at.”
Agatha screams. Loud and guttural. All the frustration of three years in a warped confinement and centuries of playing the part that everyone else needed her to play.
Rio coos, “That’s it. Let it out, sweetheart.”
“I am not your sweetheart,” Agatha snaps.
She wrenches herself away from Rio’s grasp. But all it does is pull the green witch up with her.
As Agatha stumbles back, vulnerable on her knees, Rio pounces forward. Wind rushes around Rio, blowing air under Agatha’s robe.
Agatha throws her hands up, just enough to catch Rio by the shoulders. It doesn’t leave much distance between them. Just enough that Rio can rake her eyes down from Agatha’s face to the blood still trickling down her throat.
“You don’t want me like this,” Agatha tries.
A brief flicker of sincerity breaks through Rio’s pursuit.
“I always want you.”
It takes Agatha’s breath away. It shouldn’t. She shouldn’t care at all about the witch straddling her. Rio has never been worth the madness and destruction. Some things are entirely unforgivable.
They are.
They have to be.
But Rio gently presses down until her lips ghost the cut her knife made. Her tongue starts at the base of Agatha’s throat. She licks her way up.
It takes everything in Agatha not to moan. Not to clench or react in any way.
Her voice shakes when she speaks though.
“You better be healing me with that tongue of yours.”
She can feel Rio’s grin against her skin. Her hands are still on Rio’s shoulders. She could push Rio off of her. Actually enforce the distance that she let slip.
“Mmmm, or what?” Rio asks. So peaceful, so languid.
Agatha knows this part of their game. She can use this. Every second that Rio’s distracted is a win for Agatha.
“Ten seconds,” Agatha tells her.
Rio hums again. A question that neither of them bother finishing.
Agatha counts to herself. At ten, Rio nips at Agatha’s throat. Nine, eight, and seven are all kisses up her neck. Six is the side of Agatha’s jaw. Five, the corner of her lips.
“Four,” Agatha whispers into Rio’s waiting mouth.
Rio waits, brown eyes catching blue. More questions in them than Agatha could ever answer. What is this? Is this happening? Can I kiss you? Do you still love me?
“One.”
Agatha flips them. Hard.
Rio winces and moans in equal measure as her back slams into the cold floor. Her eyes dance, and Agatha focuses on that familiar heady rush.
She’s missed this. Missed the power and the dance of it all. Missed having someone who sees the full force of her fury and welcomes it.
She doesn’t have to hold Rio down this time. Rio’s hands find Agatha’s bare thighs on either side of her. Her fingers close around Agatha’s robe.
“Can you take this off?” Rio asks.
“Let’s get this off you first,” Agatha says, lifting up enough to reach for Rio’s top. But the skin tight fabric doesn’t give. As Agatha tugs, Rio bites down on her lip.
Agatha’s eyes narrow. She scoffs. “Is this a bodysuit? Honestly, Rio, you could wear anything, and you chose this?”
Rio huffs. “It’s got cut-outs. Don’t tell me you’re even more of a snob than before. Leave it to New Jersey.”
“You could’ve worn something a little easier to take off,” Agatha grumbles.
“It’s three hooks, Agatha,” Rio says. Her gaze drops down her body. Agatha’s follows obediently.
If Agatha still had her powers, she would’ve done away with Rio’s clothes in an instant. There are times for moving slowly and times for using their magic to their advantage.
Agatha shifts off of Rio. Her hands grab the pants that are certain to catch on the heeled boots Rio wore for this showdown.
“Dramatic ass outfit.”
“You love it,” Rio says.
Agatha isn’t sure if she’s meant to correct that. Or if she even wants to.
In this moment, when the threat of dying is gone, when her mind and body are her own again for the first time in so long, all she wants to do is bury herself in this woman. Dig into the depths of damp soil and be born anew again and again.
“If you want this,” Agatha starts, “you’ll have to earn it.”
Rio’s hips lift up so that Agatha can pull down her pants. But the moment they catch on the boots, Agatha stops and lets go.
Rio’s lips purse.
Agatha sits back on her heels. And waits for Rio to crack.
It’s a glorious sight, to be fair. The strongest witch in the known universe, chest tight and straining, eyes burning, lips parted just for her. Knees bent, ankles trapped together by simple cloth.
Rio’s nostrils flare. Agatha doesn’t need her powers to hear Rio’s voice in her head. You can’t break me. You won’t win.
“Take all the time you want,” Agatha says. “I always win. Eventually.”
Rio rasps, “War’s not done.”
“But we are. Aren’t we?”
Their position begs to differ. The heat radiating off of them. Agatha holds still. Her blue eyes locked on Rio’s. She knows how impatient Rio can be at a time like this. Centuries have gone by. Maybe Rio doesn’t want her as badly, but there’s a tremble in Rio’s jaw before Rio locks it.
Before she croaks out an answer. Are they done?
“You tell me.” Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Her eyes drop to Agatha’s, then jump back in compliance. “You’re in control.”
“Then take it off, and earn your reward.”
Rio rolls her eyes. She hunches over to yank off her boots and her pants. Throws each to the side without bothering to look where they land. Faintly, Agatha wonders just how mottled her kitchen will be after this. Will she even still live here tomorrow?
Rio goes a step further. Once her pants are off, she splays back onto the cold ground in front of Agatha. Rio toys with the flap that holds her bodysuit together. Three small clasps over the part of her that aches for Agatha the most.
“Should I take this off too?” Rio asks. “Is that what you want from me? Stripped down and bare before you?”
“Among other things.”
But Agatha doesn’t want to waste too much time playing Rio’s game. She wants broken pleas in her ear. Wants to wrench away every bit of strength and defiance, then sink into whatever’s left of the woman beneath her.
Agatha slaps Rio’s hand away. Smirks at Rio’s hiss and the way Rio bites down on her lip.
“I really thought you’d come to claim me,” Agatha whispers. She runs her thumb along the thin fabric, but makes no move to open it. “Should’ve known your knife was nothing but foreplay.”
“It wasn’t,” Rio bites.
Agatha hums doubtfully. “Then do it, Rio. I’m right here.”
She brings both hands to the tie on her robe. Grins as she pulls the fabric open and feels Rio take her in. Rio starts to sit.
“Wait,” Agatha orders.
Rio stops, but her tongue flicks out to wet her lips. Her eyes devour every inch of Agatha’s skin. It’s mostly her chest. A thought that must bother Rio since a slight breeze blows across Agatha’s thighs a moment later.
Agatha closes her robe again. Rio increases the breeze.
“I want to see you.”
Agatha snorts. “Of course you do. You had a century to plan what you’d do when you saw me again, and what’s the first thing you do? Spread your legs for me.”
Rio’s jaw ticks. Agatha smirks at the first real sign of frustration. There she is.
She brings her still bleeding hand to cup Rio’s cheek.
“Don’t get quiet now,” Agatha says. “This is what you came for, isn’t it? What do you miss most about me? My touch or the fact that I’m the only one who truly sees you?”
Rio won’t admit it. Soft words fell away a long time ago.
Now, Rio turns her head enough to lick Agatha’s palm. Agatha’s eyes flutter closed at the hum of Rio’s magic. If only she had more cuts, more reason to feel Rio stitching her skin back together. Rio takes Agatha’s finger between her lips.
They groan in unison. Agatha’s eyes fly open. Focus.
“What’s your end game here?” Agatha asks. Rio swirls her tongue around a second finger instead of answering. “Is this really all you want? To see me, to feel me?”
She slowly pulls her fingers out of Rio’s mouth. Runs those down Rio’s body and slips them under the clasp of the bodysuit. Her own traitorous body reacts in kind.
“Answer me,” she says.
She leans down to Rio’s face. The other witch stares at her lips.
“Say it, Rio, and I’ll do anything you want me to. You can feel me here….” At the aching heat between her legs. “And here….” Agatha nips her teeth at Rio’s ear. “And….” She wraps her hand around Rio’s throat again. Digs her nails into Rio’s skin.
A whimper nearly rips out of Rio, but she holds it back. Her eyes flash. Rio rolls her hips to force more contact. Agatha lets it happen, lets Rio grind for a touch that’s not quite right.
Rio whines, “You didn’t used to be so needy, Agatha.”
Agatha has always needed assurances from Rio. Promises of safety in the wake of destruction.
She slips inside of Rio’s heat, and the ground shudders beneath them.
“I’m needy? I’ve barely touched you, and look at you. Look at what you’ve become.”
“For you,” Rio groans. It’s a start. Agatha rewards her with a squeeze of her throat.
Purple or not, there’s plenty of magic in Agatha’s fingers. She draws curses out of Rio that make the walls shake. She lets go of Rio’s throat so she can tug on the strap of the suit.
Rio takes the hint immediately. Shudders, and her clothes melt away. Agatha’s robe too. Agatha digs her nails into Rio’s hip as punishment.
“Greedy,” Agatha warns.
But Rio shakes her head. “I missed you.”
She reaches for Agatha’s face and pulls the dark witch into a kiss. It’s softer than it has any business being. Hungry and demanding, yes, but Rio kisses Agatha like every second without her has been agony. Sighs into her mouth and pleads for Agatha to keep going. Stay with her this time. Don’t leave. Don’t push her away.
Cabinets clatter. Agatha has to break their kiss to keep her head from spinning. She latches onto Rio’s breast instead. Sucks taut flesh and bites down to feel the gravity shift in the room.
“You’ve been looking for me, haven’t you?” Agatha asks. “How long?”
“Too long.” Rio answers between moans as Agatha pumps into her. “Decades. The Blip. The hex. I couldn’t feel you. The moment she was gone, the moment I had her, I saw you. Had to find you first.”
Agatha’s eyes narrow. Who else is after her?
Rio grabs her wrist urgently. Their eyes lock.
Rio promises her, “I won’t let them get you. You’re mine, Agatha.”
Her chest clenches. Agatha has to pull on a smirk to hide it.
“Pretty sure it’s the other way around,” she taunts. She drops her eyes.
Rio tries to catch her eye again, so Agatha goes where Rio can’t find her. Kisses her way between the green witch’s legs and loses herself between them.
It’s better this way. She gorges herself on this sacred river. Her nails carve moons into Rio’s hips and thighs. Rio’s tight grip on her hair keeps her rooted in place. She finally feels like herself again.
“Agatha.” Each moan of her name. “Please.” Each hitch of Rio’s breath. “I need—“ It’s home.
Rio comes with a surge of wind around them, the ground pulsing in time with her body. Agatha should ease up. If this is a game, then she’s won, right? If this is a distraction, then now is her time to go.
So why does she kiss the inner thighs of her lover? Why does she allow herself a moment curled around Rio as the earth finds its axis again? Why does it take Rio, whispering her name again, for Agatha to pull herself away?
Rio reaches for her, and Agatha lets their fingers interlock. Rio has always been beautiful like this. Not many people have ever needed Agatha the way Rio does. Longed for her, held her close, and made her feel like she belonged.
She can’t afford to let this happen again. It cost her too much last time.
“Well, there you go,” Agatha croaks. “You got what you wanted. That should hold you over for another few decades.”
Rio chuckles. “Yeah, right.”
Agatha averts her eyes. “Best be off. Can’t exactly use this method on all my enemies.”
Rio’s grip on her fingers tightens. She sits up.
“I could stay. Help you get your purple back. Like old times.” Her free hand brushes Agatha’s thigh. Agatha’s thighs clench. “Let me make you feel good.”
Rio knew her body better than anyone. It wouldn’t take much for her to get Agatha there. Not when Agatha’s painfully ready to give in. When Rio’s right here, practically begging to touch her.
But Agatha fixes Rio with a hard stare and asks, “Why would I ever let you touch me again?”
Rio’s eyes flare. A mix of darkness, rage, and despair.
“I could tell them where to find you.”
Agatha scoffs. “Is that the new arrangement? I fuck you to stay alive?”
“That’s what it’s always been for you, hasn’t it?” Rio spits.
But there’s an urgent plea there for Agatha to correct her. To assure her that she hadn’t misremembered centuries together.
There was a time when it had been different. When Agatha left bodies like a trail of rose petals to call Rio home to her. When they’d lost themselves again and again in the serenity of the end. When together, they’d created a new coven, one they’d never have to say goodbye to.
But Rio ruined that.
Agatha will never make that mistake again.
She lets go of Rio’s hand. She stands up and swipes her mouth clean.
“You’re welcome to come back once I’ve got my powers back. If you want to fight again. Otherwise, I think we’re done here.”
Rio blinks back furious tears. “You—“
“Haven’t seen the last of you, I know.” Agatha forces herself to walk away without looking back. She gets as far as the stairs before it occurs to her. Rio’s favorite goodbye. “Te veo, Rio.”
Maybe next time, Agatha will be ready for whatever comes next.
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a/n: talk to me. you ready for more agatha all along fics?
notes: more to come later, but here's an excerpt from an Agatha All Along ep 1 oneshot where Rio craves a different kind of touch when she reunites with Agatha, and their fight takes a turn.
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Agatha tackles Rio to the ground. In an instant, her right hand goes to Rio’s throat, and her left goes to hold Rio’s knife arm down.
She doesn’t bother truly choking the other witch. But Rio grabs Agatha’s wrist to add pressure. Such a glutton for punishment.
“You can’t kill me,” Rio reminds her.
“You can’t kill me. It’s not allowed,” Agatha roars back.
Rio laughs beneath her. “But we can try. Push our limits.”
Before Agatha can react, Rio lifts her hips and the leg that’s pinned beneath Agatha’s. The contact’s instant. Agatha’s only wearing the thin robe. The slick leather of Rio’s pants gets Agatha’s attention quickly enough.
Agatha hisses. Shifts back, but Rio has a firm grip on the hand still wrapped around her throat.
“You didn’t think I only wanted to hurt you, did you?” Rio teases. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Agatha recovers enough composure to glare down at Rio.
“So that’s what this is? A century apart, and you came here for what — a booty call?”
Rio blinks innocently. “I came here to tell you that you’re free now. You can do anything, Agatha. Spit on her grave. Do something… more creative.”
Agatha growls. “I’m not fucking you on that witch’s grave.”
Rio gasps. “Well, we know where your head’s at.”
Agatha screams. Loud and guttural. All the frustration of three years in a warped confinement and centuries of playing the part that everyone else needed her to play.
Rio coos, “That’s it. Let it out, baby.”
“I am not your baby,” Agatha snaps.
She wrenches herself away from Rio’s grasp. Has to throw herself backwards, and it leaves her with her back to the ground. Vulnerable.
She scrambles back, crawling backwards, but Rio pounces. Wind rushes around Rio, blowing the bottom of Agatha’s robe. Agatha can choose safety or modesty.
She throws her hands up, just enough to catch Rio by the shoulders. It doesn’t leave much distance between them. Just enough that Rio can rake her eyes down from Agatha’s face to the blood still trickling down her throat.
“You don’t want me like this,” Agatha tries.
A brief flicker of sincerity breaks through Rio’s pursuit.
notes: more to come later, but here's an excerpt from an Agatha All Along ep 1 oneshot where Rio craves a different kind of touch when she reunites with Agatha, and their fight takes a turn.
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Agatha tackles Rio to the ground. In an instant, her right hand goes to Rio’s throat, and her left goes to hold Rio’s knife arm down.
She doesn’t bother truly choking the other witch. But Rio grabs Agatha’s wrist to add pressure. Such a glutton for punishment.
“You can’t kill me,” Rio reminds her.
“You can’t kill me. It’s not allowed,” Agatha roars back.
Rio laughs beneath her. “But we can try. Push our limits.”
Before Agatha can react, Rio lifts her hips and the leg that’s pinned beneath Agatha’s. The contact’s instant. Agatha’s only wearing the thin robe. The slick leather of Rio’s pants gets Agatha’s attention quickly enough.
Agatha hisses. Shifts back, but Rio has a firm grip on the hand still wrapped around her throat.
“You didn’t think I only wanted to hurt you, did you?” Rio teases. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Agatha recovers enough composure to glare down at Rio.
“So that’s what this is? A century apart, and you came here for what — a booty call?”
Rio blinks innocently. “I came here to tell you that you’re free now. You can do anything, Agatha. Spit on her grave. Do something… more creative.”
Agatha growls. “I’m not fucking you on that witch’s grave.”
Rio gasps. “Well, we know where your head’s at.”
Agatha screams. Loud and guttural. All the frustration of three years in a warped confinement and centuries of playing the part that everyone else needed her to play.
Rio coos, “That’s it. Let it out, baby.”
“I am not your baby,” Agatha snaps.
She wrenches herself away from Rio’s grasp. Has to throw herself backwards, and it leaves her with her back to the ground. Vulnerable.
She scrambles back, crawling backwards, but Rio pounces. Wind rushes around Rio, blowing the bottom of Agatha’s robe. Agatha can choose safety or modesty.
She throws her hands up, just enough to catch Rio by the shoulders. It doesn’t leave much distance between them. Just enough that Rio can rake her eyes down from Agatha’s face to the blood still trickling down her throat.
“You don’t want me like this,” Agatha tries.
A brief flicker of sincerity breaks through Rio’s pursuit.
“I always want you.”
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finished fic now online here. love these gay witches. kbye
I'd really love if people got into the habit of tagging like 'Novelization' or 'Canon Scene' or something if they're essentially going to put the exact scenes from a show/movie into prose and post that. like something to let us know that it's basically 100% just canon from someone's pov
