Agatha Harkness - Blog Posts

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I love hot boy moms who would kill me with their dark magic

Regina Mills | Rowena MacLeod | Agatha Harkness

Women of Marvel Appreciation post part 2

Fucking badasses through and through

I hope it’s a trend, I love this

Is this a trend now? We got two bitchy middle-aged witches going around with their pet gay teenagers.

And then, after seeing all that, he thought “I want to go on a road trip with her. She seems stable😀” like Sir you’re just as insane as she is

Agatha just look fucking insane to Billy when she's still trapped in the spell will never not be funny to me.

The toy gun, and daisy pictures, THE SHIRT

Let's appreciate how complex Agatha's relationship with Billy is

GIF credit to @isagrimorie

The genuine emotion brimming from Agatha in this moment is very interesting and I really want to break down all the layers of how Agatha is relating to Billy—because it is truly not as simple as Agatha feeling sentimental or motherly to Billy.

There are a few layers at work here (and I also want to give a shout-out to @trickofthelights for her excellent recap points):

Billy reminds Agatha (enough) of herself

There are two driving forces at the core of Agatha as a character. We know this because her characterisation has been incredibly consistent throughout the show and Schaeffer has talked about them, which is: (a) Agatha is self-serving and (b) Agatha loves powerful witchcraft.

Billy is a powerful witch who did a horrifying thing in order to survive. He's been lying to these wonderful parents. He also just tried murdering three people in a fit of rage, provoked by Agatha no less.

Would Agatha care if he was less powerful? Would Agatha care if he didn't have a dark side? If he hadn't shown to be duplicitous and dangerous and subject to his darker impulses?

If he wasn't alone and without a coven, a possible outcast even among witches because of his unusual origins and power?

I'm pretty sure the answer is no, she would not. She would have dismissed him the same way she did his "Teen" persona. Agatha doesn't care about witches, Agatha cares about powerful witches –because that's who Agatha is and what drives her.

And we also got hints of this with Agatha and Wanda (hello consistent characterisation). In Schaeffer's words:

There is respect and almost affection inherent in [Agatha's interest in enormously powerful witchcraft], as indicated by how she felt about Wanda. She was mean to Wanda, but really she was fascinated by Wanda and admired her and wanted to hang out with her. 

And if this wasn't clear enough, what Agatha tells Billy shortly later about breaking the rules and being a true witch just screams projection (more on that in my next point).

I was delighted that Agatha really did bounce back from the attempted murder – but it's not because she's forgiving. Oh no, I think, Agatha was testing her theory by poking the bear (calculated move, bad at math) and she's glad she was proven right.

I mean, she not happy about the attempted murder but her curiosity wins out. You see her poking at Billy and trying to figure him out in the rest of this scene.

Agatha also hates self-righteous moralising and searches out for the darkness in people – delights in it even – because she knows people and she knows her own darkness.

Billy is different but also not so different from Agatha, as much as Billy or his mom would hate to admit.

Agatha is dealing with her childhood trauma

Yes, Agatha is projecting on Billy, but she makes a choice about it. We hear her telling him what she would have wanted someone to tell her: that they shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of who they are or what they did to survive, that they are part of a community.

Don't you dare feel guilty about your talent. ... That's what kept you alive. That's what makes you special. That's what makes you a witch.

She's trying to be the person she needed when she was a child, because she simply doesn't want someone else – particularly a younger witch – going through what she did.

She doesn't want anyone to go through what her mother put her through. And that's a choice.

Because there are a number of ways a character can deal with trauma: they can lash out and bring others down, wanting others to experience to the pain they went through, or they can realise that what happened to them shouldn't happen to anyone else in their position.

There's something beautifully self-serving but also selfless in that, because this is a way for Agatha to heal from her trauma. She can tell Billy things she may not be able to tell herself.

And it's interesting because as a self-serving villain, Agatha could just be jealous of Billy's power. But in this moment at least, Agatha's empathy and compassion – as buried as they usually are – prevail.

And yes, Agatha was fond of kid Billy

This is what Schaeffer touched on in her interview answer and it makes sense, with the insight that Agatha – like any good actor – does invest a bit of herself in every role she plays.

Agatha does have feelings (as much as they might make her vomit) and I do believe she has a soft spot when it comes to kids, given her experience with her son and her own childhood trauma. And that kids don't have the level of hypocrisy and darkness that adults do.

It makes sense that Agatha would have some level of care about the Scarlet Witch's magical kid Billy. And that is a fondness that has carried onto teenage Billy – who is powerful and a survivor and has a potential for darkness in a way she can relate to.

There are layers and they intersect and it all ties back to how Agatha is incredibly complex and yet consistent as a character.

Yesssss I want my toxic found family and I want it NOW

Agatha *5 mins after Billy tried to kill her*: Credit where credit is due that was a total slay. Never let anyone tell you murder is wrong, Kid. Now come with auntie Agnes, we’re getting Toby back.

can someone who knows how to make edits make an agathario edit to Rio by Duran Duran?

Knocking on Death's Door - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I have a drabble for this final day of @agathaallalongweek ! Today is a bonus day and I picked "Celestial Agatha" as my prompt. Here is the beginning and the link to the full story will be at the end. Enjoy!

Someone was knocking at Death’s door. Rio knew it was impossible, that nothing in the universe was strong enough to open that door aside from her, and yet, she felt it rattle. The lock held, but not by much, as whatever was on the other side banged against the planks, fingernails scraping on the wood until it left deep grooves behind. When the assault ended, Rio was both relieved and worried. She wasn’t sure the door would hold another assault, and whatever had tried would certainly try again. The only thing she could do was stop them before they did.

She followed the trail of magic, because magic this powerful left a trace, until she found herself in Hollywood where she melted out of the shadows inside a sound stage. Every available surface had been painted with circles and runes and symbols while candles floated in the air for a ritual that Rio didn’t know, but could comprehend. Her culprit was here, alright. Then, once she saw the crumpled shape in the center, she felt foolish. She should have known Agatha Harkness was behind it all.

Agatha was on her knees, visibly shaking in the dark sound stage. At first, Rio wasn’t sure whether she was shaking from anger that her ritual had failed or from sadness, but then she heard a strangled sob. She approached her carefully, without making a sound, as one would creep on a lion. In the past, this would have worked, but now, even without looking at her, Agatha could sense her.

“Come to gloat?” she snarled.

She sat back, brushed the tears out of her eyes, and in the blink of an eye she composed herself to the charismatic and unshakable witch Rio knew her to be. It might have fooled some, but never her.

“I felt you calling.”

“Is that what I was doing? Because I thought I was about to bring my son back.”

FULL STORY HERE

Cause Baby, I Get the Job Done - An Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 7 of @agathaallalongweek and today's story was inspired by an awesome fanart that @cattles-bians posted a while ago. Basically, Agatha is the daughter of Mephisto and she has horns. Oh, and Mephisto wants a grandson. Agathario smut ensues. Here is the beginning and if you want to read the whole story the link will be at the end! Enjoy ;)

Agatha hated going to her father’s place. The man had only one decorative element on display everywhere, like he’d never acquired a sense of taste in the past however many thousand years he’d been alive. Sure, fire and brimstone had its effect on first time visitors, but she thought he could make an effort to spruces up the place every so often.

Mephisto sat on his huge obsidian throne that looked like someone had splashed lava on a chair and it had cooled instantly. The uneven shape of the armrests was a touch of whimsy that Agatha always thought didn’t suit the man – extra-dimensional demon – who sat on it. He looked down at her with displeasure, which she was quite used to. No matter the parent, she was always disappointing them.

“Hey dad,” she said as she stopped on the basalt dais in front of her. A chasm with lava running at the bottom separated her from Mephisto, and she could easily cross it if she wanted to, but her dad wasn’t much of a hugger and to be honest, neither was she. “Sorry I missed Father’s Day. And the one before. And the one before that.” For show, she quickly counted on her fingers then waved the whole thing off. “I’ve missed a few, I know.”

“Agatha,” Mephisto’s voice boomed around the throne room, making the imps in the wings shudder. Agatha didn’t even flinch. “You know why you’re here. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Is this about the Hindenburg? Because I figured you’d appreciate it. But that was years ago…” She pretended to think, stalling the conversation. “Is this about JFK?”

“Agatha,” he shouted at her, his voice so powerful it made all the flames on the walls tremble. “Twenty suitors I’ve sent your way, and you’ve killed them all!”

“Oh… that.”

She knew it was the reason her father had summoned her, she was just messing with him, because what was the point of having the Devil as a father if she couldn’t rile him up.

“I have given you power and knowledge,” Mephisto continued. “In exchanged, I’ve asked only one thing of you. The Antichrist-”

“The Antichrist, I know.”

“And yet in over three hundred years on this Earth, you have yet to give me a grandson.”

“Jeez, dad, I’m still a little young, don’t you think?” He glared at her and she huffed. “I’m not ready to have a kid.”

FULL STORY HERE

We Passed The Setting Sun (Or It Passed Us) - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back for day 6 of @agathaallalongweek and this is honestly my favorite story I've written for this week, dare I say the best soulmate AU I've ever written? You'll be the judge! Here is the beginning and if you want the whole story, the link will be at the end!

Agatha sat on the edge of High Bridge, looking at the dark river below. The moon was perfectly cut in half above her, as if someone had taken a knife to it. Agatha was reminded of Plato, and the Symposium, and Zeus slicing humans in half, forcing them to wander in search of their lost other half. She didn’t know whether Zeus existed, or whether God existed, or if there was a God, or someone out there responsible for the universe, someone who had separated all the souls but had decided hers wasn’t worth the slice. She didn’t know who to blame at all, which she hated. Agatha loved blaming other people for her problems.

The river stood a hundred and forty meters below, a swirling void that glimmered only where the current was the strongest. She’d picked a spot where it was at its strongest, hoping for a lot of rocks below. Was Agatha Harkness really contemplating suicide? She didn’t know anymore. For a drunken moment, it had seemed the only solution, but now that she had walked all the way to High Bridge and sobered up, she felt foolish. Killing herself because she didn’t have a soulmate? Who cared about being loved? Certainly not Agatha, who’d never even been loved by her mother. At least it had seemingly made her immortal, and she sure enjoyed watching the world spin faster and faster. She couldn’t wait to see it fall off its axis and crash in a beautiful shower of flames.

“Having a party?” a voice beside her said.

Agatha was pulled out of her thoughts and she looked to the side, where another woman was standing. She was wearing a green dress with a white apron around her waist, as if she expected some dirty work coming her way. Her long brown hair was tied in a braid that wrapped around the crown of her head, and her large brown eyes were looking at her with curiosity.

“You’re not going to jump, are you?” she added.

“I don’t think so,” Agatha replied.

The woman looked shocked, and Agatha wondered why, though perhaps it was because she was still sat on the edge of the bridge.

“I’m sorry,” the woman explained. “I didn’t think you could hear me.”

“You’re standing five feet away from me and there’s only us on the bridge. Why wouldn’t I be able to hear you?”

“It’s…” the woman shook her head. “Never mind. If you’re not going to jump, why are you up here, then?”

“None of your business is what I’m doing up here. Why are you here?”

The woman leaned casually against the stone railing.

“I’m waiting for someone. Probably someone more at peace than you.”

Agatha glowered.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

FULL STORY HERE

Guilty Feelings Have Got No Rhythm - an Agatha All Along fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Day 4 of @agathaallalongweek is "Teachers/Professors" and if you read my day 1 story then you can probably guess we are going back to the magic school! Here is the beginning of this new story and if you want to read all of it, the link will be at the end!

Was there anything more humiliating than becoming a teacher at your old school? Agatha couldn’t really think of any other worst situation. But she had no prospect – not unusual for her – and the previous song magic teacher had had a nervous breakdown. Since Agatha was one of the most talented song witches there was, wouldn’t she like to replace her in the middle of the year? Agatha told them she could use the money, so she had agreed, but only until the end of the year. Come summer, she was gone again.

The accommodations were better than she remembered, though to be fair the teacher’s room were very different from the students’. At least this time she wasn’t sharing it. She settled her bags in the sparse living room and looked over the aged decoration. Wood paneling on the walls, shaggy carpet on the floor, and a dusty six-pronged chandelier on the ceiling. When was it renovated for the last time, the 1970s? No, that wouldn’t do. The bedroom was equally hideous. The frame of the bed screamed when she sat down on it and she feared it would snap if she tried to laid down. Way to make her feel old and fat within her first hour back at school.

A knock at the open front door made her stand up. She returned into the living room only to see the one person she didn’t want to see standing in the doorway. Jennifer Kale, her old roommate and, for the past three years, the potion teacher. Jen was wearing pink – not surprising – and looking down at her with satisfaction.

“What’s this I hear? That the great Agatha Harkness has deigned to grace us with her presence?”

Agatha rolled her eyes.

“How have you been?” she asked, not that she cared.

Jen seemed to ignore her question as she looked around the room and grimaced.

“What is this room? If my room had looked like that I would have resigned on the spot.”

“Can you really afford to?” Agatha taunted her right back. “I heard you had some trouble. With the law.”

Jen groaned and whirled around.

“Fine. I’ll see you in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Don’t save me a seat.”

“I won’t.”

FULL STORY HERE

This Is a Gift, It Comes With a Price (Who Is the Lamb and Who Is the Knife?) - an Agathario fanfiction

A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to my first Agathario fanfiction! This is a canon divergence in which Rio and Agatha make a deal and so Nicky gets to live longer than in the show. Here is the beginning, and if you want the link to the full story it will be at the end! Enjoy!

The son of Death was never meant to live. Rio had tried to warn Agatha, but in her hubris, the witch had not listened. It was a sick twist of Fate that Agatha’s arrogance was also one of her most attractive qualities.

When Rio felt the pull to Nicky, it was like a kick in her stomach. She may not have carried the boy, but she had felt her growing connection to him. It was a strange tinge of familiarity – the call for Death, like a lighthouse in the dark – and foreign – nobody called Death quite like this little boy. She had always felt a connection to Agatha, and could pinpoint her anywhere on Earth, but since Nicky’s conception, that connection had been stronger than ever.

She found her love without difficulty. She was wearing nothing but her smock, and leaning against a tree as pain racked through her. Rio had witnessed so many births gone awry. She had taken away so many mothers wrenching with agony, face sweaty and legs slick with their own blood. She had taken away so many silent children, still warm and slippery from their mother’s wombs. But this was different.

As soon as Agatha saw her, her face changed from one anguish to another. All her pain was forgotten when she saw Rio come up to her, baring an orchid. Rio had felt deep distress at the thought of taking the boy away and leaving Agatha with nothing but her tears. An orchid was the least she could bring her, even if Agatha did not understand its meaning.

“No, no. It cannot be.”

Rio had so rarely felt guilt. She knew other people’s guilt, but hers was unknown to her. The look Agatha gave her brought out an explosion of guilt in her chest. Her lungs constricted so tightly that if she needed to breathe, she might not have been able to. She could barely look Agatha in the eye, but she had to. It was the least she could do for her.

“It must be.”

How many laws of Nature would they break together? Rio had stopped counting. Nicky might be the last straw, the one that tipped the scale so far that life and death lost all meaning. Nature itself could have never allowed it. The boy would never breathe, like so many before him, and so many after.

“You do this and I’ll hate you forever,” Agatha promised as she glared at her through unshed tears.

Her eyes softened as she begged:

“Please let him live. Please. Please, my love.”

Rio could not withstand the brunt of her tenderness. She had to look away, even for a second.

Hey fam!!

I'm sorry for not posting, but I ended my bachelor's degree, FINALLY, wuuhuu!! And now I'm fully working sooooo when I have the time (that I do now) I'll be working on the requests y'all have sent me and more 👀🤭

Thank you for all the support and see you soon!! ❤️

Hello! Good morning, good afternoon, or good evening! I’d like to know if you accept fanfic suggestions. If so, I’d love to request a fanfic of Lilia Calderu x Female Reader, where the reader is drawing, and Lilia approaches to take a look and asks if she can see the drawing. However, while flipping through some pages, Lilia ends up finding several drawings of herself. It would be similar to that scene from Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, when Gwen picks up Miles’ sketchbook and sees several drawings of her. (I imagine Lilia’s reaction would be the cutest ever (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)).

Drawings of you

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Prompt: (request)

Warnings: scars and history about them (reader has whip scars)

A/n: Hiiii!!! Thank you so much for the request!! Hope this is what you've asked for, please tell me what y'all think cause I think I've wandered a little 👉🏻👈🏻 Also I added some more plot hope it didn't ruin it tho.

As we finished the second trial, Alice's trial, and made sure Teen was alright we settled down and made a fire so we could rest for the night.

We sat by the fire and were currently sharing our battle scars, Lilia pointed out to her neck pulling her shirt aside making me shift on my seat "Check this out." we all reached a little closer to see better, my cheeks painted with a soft pink and then Jen asked what we were all thinking "What is that?" and Lilia, still showing it says "Vampire bite. Right before I knock out his other tooth." she says making all of us laugh.

Alice then turns to me "What about you, y/n? Do you have any battle scars?" she asks innocently, I couldn't hide my sudden face drop as my body tenses, my eyes fall to Rio cause she knows what my scars are about, her expression unreadable and then my eyes fall to Lilia's, her eyes curious about what I have to show and so I sigh "I do have them, yes. But they're really ugly and how I got them... Well, let's say it's not as funny as Lilia's." I say softly, preparing them to see my scars. I turn around, my back now facing them, and I lift my shirt, they gasp and an 'Oh gods' left Lilia's mouth.

When I turn around they all have a shocking and scared face, I look down at my intertwined hands as I could not bear their gazes directed at me "It all happened when I was in Salem, I was held captive by a powerful man... Not by power tho, but by money and other things, he was well known and respected by the people. So one day he found out I was a witch and how powerful I was, all because of a stupid mistake I've made." I said sighing in frustration memories of that haunting me "All those years he held me captive he made me do things for him, like cure people, read their fortune and if needed I would do some potions and cast some spells.... Curses even. If not or if I did it wrong he would whipp me over and over again until I had no skin left. It was that or burning in a stake." I tell as they all share a look "Dead almost caught me that time." I scoff taking a glance at Rio. Lilia shifts in her seat, her mouth opens to say something, but Agatha arrives and sits down next to Rio, so Lilia stays silent, but her eyes remain in my figure like she's trying to read me just like a book.

To take the tension out and to divert the attention from me I turn to Agatha "Agatha, do you have any battle scars?" I ask and she smirks pulling her sleeve up, Rio makes a snort knowing full well what she was going to show. Her scar is in the elbow "Knitting needle to the elbow." she says while showing it around as we all made a disgusted face "Ever heard of the daughters of liberty?" she asked and we all answered with 'no' while shaking our heads "Exactly." she says making all of us laugh.

And then, out of the blue, Rio says "I've got a scar." as Agatha quickly replies "No you don't." that makes me raise an eyebrow "Yes, I do." Rio reinforces taking a look at Agatha as she keeps explaining "A long time ago I loved someone. And I had to do something I did not wanna do... Even though it was my job. And it hurt them... She is my scar." she finishes and looks directly at Agatha, not even trying to hide who it was. Agatha then gets up saying she needs to stretch her legs and Rio follows her, leaving us four at the fire.

We all look at each other and shrug, I mean we all knew they had an history, it was clear as water, so we didn't bother. It's not like they're gonna tell us anyway.

I take a glance at the three witches "Y'all get some rest, I'll take the first watch." I tell them and they all nod, Jen and Alice got comfortable against the rock they were, Lilia did the same.

To pass time I conjured my sketchbook and pencil so I could draw something and by something I mean the elder wise witch sleeping a couple of feet in front of me. I couldn't take her out of my mind since the first day I saw her at Agatha's house, her curly hair, her curved nose, her soft looking lips, oh how I would love to kiss them, those dark irises I could drown in a matter of seconds, her angelic voice, the whole of her, I could not stop thinking about her and only her. And I couldn't stop drawing her since, my sketchbook was full of her images, profile, full body, different expressions, her hands, her necklace, I couldn't stop, I won't stop.

I now started to draw her sleeping figure, how her body was curled in as she lays on her side facing me, her hands next to her chest in a protective way. She was in a deep sleep as her now relaxed body only moved with her soft breathing. I lost myself in the lines drawing efficiently every detail of her, capturing her essence as she sleeps... But the pencil started to weigh too much and so did my eyelids, I didn't even realise when I fell asleep, sliding into a deep slumber myself.

The shaking of my body and a soft voice is what makes me aware of my sleeping state and so I jump awake "Whoa, calm down, darling, it's just me." Lilia whispers as the rest of the coven is still sleeping, I frown "What's wrong?" I ask confused, she smiles softly "Nothing, dear, I only wanted to put you in a more comfortable position as you were not looking rather comfortable in that one." she says chuckling lightly, she then looks next to me where my sketchbook fell and she reaches for it "Oh, No-" I say trying to stop her but she's quicker than me "I always wondered what you spend so much time drawing about." she says teasingly and opens the book "Oh-" she says as she flips through the pages.

My face turns red, red as a tomato, as a strawberry, as her lipstick "Lilia-" I breathe out, but she looks at me tenderly "These are amazing, darling. But why me?" she asks innocently and I am left with no words, mouth agape as staring embarrassed at her "Have you seen yourself?" I ask, my voice lower than a whisper. She chuckles and shakes her head "No need to be shy now, dear." and my only reaction is to hide my face behind my hands with embarrassment.

Lilia's soft hands grab mine and put them down, her face really close to mine "I really appreciate it." she says and I almost choke with the air on my throat as she leans in and gives me a tender kiss on my cheek. Well if I wasn't red before, now certainly I was, my heart was ready to jump out of my chest as my head was ready to explode "Now, try to rest, dear, I'll take the next watch." she says laughing softly as she backs up to her previous spot.

How am I gonna sleep after this?!

Premonition 🦋

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader

Plot: You have a terrible premonition about the person you love

Warnings: angst maybe but comfort and some fluff wins hihi; premonition of Lilia's death

A/n: Alright fam I'm currently in grief for my wife Lilia and I need some comfort and this was what came to my mind, so please enjoy as much as I do

I woke up frantically gasping for air "LILIA! NO!" I scream from the top of my lungs, tears staining my cheeks. The contact of someone's hands— No, not someone's, Lilia's hands, grabbing my face make me look at her face and the world falls on me.

Sobbing my heart out I lounge my body to hers and hug her tightly, crying my soul out as she says sweet nothing against my ear. Our bodies rock back and forward into a comforting movement, one of her hands holding the back of my head and the other on my lower back, pushing me even closer to her, her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck as mine is against her chest.

As I calm down I slightly pull away and look her in the eyes, ignoring the other members of the coven, probably in distress for seeing the scene before them "Lilia, please don't do it..." I sob with tears still in my eyes.

Lilia looks at me confused with her eyebrows furrowed "Do what?" she asks "Please, I'm begging you- I- I need you." I say between sobs, Lilia seems surprised by my words and so seems the rest of the coven "y/n what's going on? What did you see?" Agatha asks a little frightened cause she knows my premonitions weren't a good thing.

The premonition flashes through my mind again and I tightly close my eyes as I shake my head "No- NO! Please, make it stop!" I sob gripping Lilia's hands which were now on my face trying to stop my movements "Guys what do we do?" Alice asks, concern evident in her tone and her question directed more specifically to Agatha and Lilia than to the whole coven.

Lilia looks at Alice and then at Agatha, the later masking her distress and concern by shrugging her shoulders "We can't do anything about it. So we wait." she says, making the others groan and sigh as Lilia refocus on me again. She leans in and lays her forehead against mine making me open my frantic eyes and look at her concerned ones "Please, please, don't do it- don't leave me. I need you." I whisper, barely audible at the end "Why are you saying this, darling. What did you see?" she asks softly and carefully, I take a deep shaky breath before answering "I saw you falling... Sacrificing yourself..." my voice trembles as I try to say what I saw, she frowns "Please, don't do it, Lilia. Please." I beg her, fear evident in my voice and posture.

Lilia still doesn't understand why I'm begging her, why all the fear, the crying and concern from my side about her, we're good friends, but we knew what the road was when persuaded to go by Agatha, to join her coven "But darling, why are you so afraid of losing me?" she asks "Because I love you." I blurted out making her gasp softly with the impact of the words "Y-you do?" she stutters and I realise what I've just said and try to move away from her, but she won't let me "I'm sorry, Lilia." I say trying to contain the tears of embarrassment and rejection "I hope you're apologising for not telling me that sooner, darling." she says, her voice soft, dripping with tenderness and... Love?

My eyes lock with hers as searching for the answer, then I feel her soft and delicate lips against mine. The whole world disappears and it's only me and Lilia at this moment, our lips move delicately, lovingly, like sharing all the feelings for each other without words, it's... Magic. She pulls away and rests her forehead against mine once again "I love you too and I promise I won't leave you, my darling." she breathes out, brushing against my lips and in that precise moment I knew I didn't need to end the road, my heart was complete, bursting with love for the witch in front of me.

⚠️Spoilers ahead fam⚠️

I am not well with what happened to my Lilia in this episode 😭

"I loved being a witch." LILIA YOU DID NOT HAVE THE RIGHT TO BREAK ME LIKE THIS

Where are the writers? I just want to talk 😃🔪

I'm dehydrated, I love her so much, I'll be crying for the rest of my life, my heart is broken and I'm in grief for my love

Cannot, will not accept this, she's alright and I'm gonna gaslight me by telling myself she's very much alive and that at the end of the road someone will wish for the coven to be all alive and reunited (Jen I hate you but please you're the one who can wish that) 😭

Sunflower 🌻

(maybe a series?? Idk you tell me 👀)

Pairing: Lilia Calderu x fem!reader; Agatha Harkness x fem!reader (platonic/ex lovers) {if I proceed to make it a series Rio Vidal x fem!reader (platonic/ex lovers)}

Plot: Agatha came to Lilia for a proposition, but didn't know her once friend (and more) was there too

Warnings: none (??)

A/n: Weeelllll, tell me what you think!! I mean I really want to proceed with this story, but idk really; This one's short tho, but if continued I'll do longer xd

I was attending Lilia's and I garden in the little backyard we had, now watering the beautiful lilies and sunflowers we had growing in there when my ears pick three voices coming from inside.

Furrowing my eyebrows as I don't know two of them I get up and walk in "Lilia dear, who are you-" I start but quickly stop as her face comes into my vision, I freeze under the door frame, my face dropping to an annoyed and angry one "What is she doing here?" I ask my beloved walking to her side as she gives the woman a paper "It is a pleasure to see you too, sunflower." she says "Not a pleasure at all, Agatha." I bite back.

Lilia and the boy who's standing behind Agatha look at us intrigued and curious "Do you know each other, darling?" Lilia asks me and after taking a deep breath I turn to her "Of course we do! Y/n and I were really close." Agatha says with her mischievous glint raising her eyebrows before I can get any words out of my mouth "Oh?" Lilia lets out with her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes darting between us two, I see a little hurt and sadness on her face as she realises what Agatha means and it breaks my heart.

I close my eyes and turn to Agatha "Won't you just shut up? What are you even doing here?!" I ask frustrated and ready to slap her gorgeous face, but Lilia hand wraps around my wrist as she knows I can be dangerous when angry and with her touch I stay grounded "Agatha's searching for a coven to go to the road." Lilia says carefully "What?! You're crazy." and then it hits me, my eyes widen in realisation as I turn abruptly to Lilia "You're not going are you?" I asked and she shakes her head "No, love, I won't." she says tenderly as her hand caress one of my cheeks softly, her eyes drowning me with love.

"Actually." Agatha interrupts us "You're both on the list you gave me... Lilia." she states, mockingly saying Lilia's name in a deeper tone as she shakes the paper in her hand "What?!" Lilia let's out shocked "Guess you're joining us after all." Agatha says laughing and walking away, the boy who was with her approaches us and gives us another paper "Agatha's address, be there by 5 pm." he simply says and then rushes to catch Agatha.

I'm in shock as I try to process what just happened and what this means "Darling, we can't go. She's dangerous and the road... It will kill us!" I say frantically walking from one side to the other of the kitchen "Dear, dear! Hey, listen to me. This could be good for us, you know? We could have our wish come true, my dear." she says softly, placing her hands tenderly on both of my cheeks, my forehead instantly lays against her and I close my eyes "You think it is worth it? I don't- I can't lose you, my love." my bottom lip trembles as I say those words, my heart feels like it's being ripped apart just thinking about that.

Lilia pulls away from me and makes me look at her, my eyes full of tears "Do not worry, my dear. You won't get rid of me that easily." she says with a chuckle making me slightly laugh at her "I'll protect you from everything and everyone, my love. My Lilia." I say kissing her lovingly, tenderly... With all the love I feel for her.

5th episode??!! What a ROLLERCOASTER and too shooorrttt!!!

Spoilers ahead darlings ⚠️

Agathario still slaying tho, I'm living for it.

The whole flying in the broom and Rio laughing hysterically? She's just like me, my god, I'll be doing the same 🤠

What Agatha's mother said??? Girl leave Rio's and mine baby the fuck alone, she doesn't deserve it 🤺

Rio being all protective and caring with Agatha when the whole coven was against her?! Melted my heart and same Rio I'll be doing the same 💅🏻

Agatha confronting teen?? If I was teen I would have been on my knees barking.

And if he hurts any of my girls I'll be pissed (especially if it is Agatha, Rio or Lilia), I'll be hunting him down the road 🔪

RIP Alice 😔 (the song couldn't protect her from this)

No, cause why would Rio say that when all Agatha wanted was comfort after what Rio said about her being her scar and for what happened with teen??!! Pleaseeeee if they don't end up together by the end I'm gonna go insane 😭💔

⚠️ Agatha All Along Spoilers ⚠️

WHAT RIO SAID ABOUT HER 'SCAR' AND THEN- THEY WERE GOING TO KISS!!!! WHY DID RIO SAID THAT??!! I WANTED THEM TO KIIIISSSS

"My heart is black and it beats only for you"

Me: screams, cries, screams more, dies

Masterlist

Lorraine Warren

- That's my wife! Even better!

Sherlock Holmes

- Proof of love

- A little time off

Patti LuPone

- Sunflower 🌻 (Lilia Calderu)

- Premonition 🦋 (Lilia Calderu)

- Drawings of you (Lilia Calderu)

- Surprise

I'll definitely add more to the list as I progressively write and I also accept requests :)

Live footage of Rio folding every time Agatha lowers her voice.

When the lesbians will finally have a happy ending the world will be a better place

"my love" I'm not okay. This is so important to me omg

It's about selflessness, Teen. We fly together or not at all.

it's so beautiful finding out that the ballad of the witches' road began between agatha and nicholas and their bond, and earlier on we find out that lorna wu created her version in order to protect alice I AM ABSOLUTELY DESTROYED.