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✦ we were galaxies in the wrong era

f/f | Agatha Harkness/Rio Vidal | canon divergence | Death x Chaos | heartbreak | Agatha dies (but not to Rio) | 3.2k

Summary:

What do you do when even Death can’t keep the one she loves?

You mourn. You remember. You ruin yourself quietly.

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Death fell in love with a witch.

And for the first time in all her endless, aching centuries —

She wanted something to live.

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Agatha was a spark in the dark.

A flame that dared to laugh in the face of fate.

A wildfire wearing a smirk and too much eyeliner.

Rio — Death, cloaked and quiet — had seen everything end.

Stars. Empires. Love.

But she had never met a woman who could make the end seem optional.

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They weren’t supposed to find each other.

But chaos has always loved to dance with endings.

Agatha said, “You look like the kind of woman who never stays.”

Rio said, “I don’t. I wait.”

Agatha smiled like a dare. “Then wait for me.”

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And Death did.

She waited through spells and silence, through stolen kisses and burning covens.

She waited while Agatha burned brighter than anything had the right to.

She waited too long.

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When the others came for her — afraid, as always, of too much power in one woman’s hands —

Rio couldn’t stop it.

She is Death. But she is not a god.

She only takes what is given.

And that night, they gave her Agatha.

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No last words. No body. Just smoke.

Rio, the End of All Things, stood in a clearing of ash and whispered:

“You weren’t supposed to leave me.”

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A year passed like rot under the skin.

Death doesn’t forget, but she can repress.

Until she couldn’t anymore.

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She returned to the place Agatha vanished.

Left a letter in the dirt like an offering.

I’ve ended galaxies.

But I couldn’t save you.

They think I’m cruel —

But you were the first thing I ever wanted to keep.

I would’ve unraveled time for you.

But you were never mine to hold.

She vanished after that. No one saw her for another decade.

Even Death needed to disappear.

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Because here’s the cruel truth:

When Life dies, Death does not win.

She grieves.

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✦ end notes:

to love something you were meant to take — and lose her anyway?

pookie death girl rio will never recover.

neither will we.

—kat 🥀🖤