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It is now fall. I have decided.

A/n: heyyyy I finally managed to write a story!! Listen yall I am so tired of summer and just want autumn to hit😭😭 Texas heat sucks so freaking much😭 Anyway, here is the story!!

AgathaRio x daughter!reader

Y/n = Your Name

Y/n Vidal-Harkness was not one for all things summer. Sure it can be nice not to be on school and sometimes there are great summer activities but the town of Westview liked to overload on activities. Not to mention the heat being absolutely unbearable. The young witch was done.

Y/n sat up in bed like she’d just heard a ghost scream in her ear.

Which would’ve been weird…if that hadn’t already happened three times this summer.

But this wasn’t ghosts. This was something worse.

Summer.

Sticky, loud, aggressively sunny summer.

She squinted at her window, where a shamefully bright sunbeam had the audacity to break into her room. It danced across her bookshelf like it belonged there. Y/n narrowed her eyes.

Nope.

Not today.

She kicked off her blanket dramatically (then immediately regretted it….what monster invented August heat?).

Then, with all the calm and quiet fury of a girl who had just had enough, she declared:

“It is now fall. I have decided.”

Downstairs, the coffee machine sputtered its last drop just as Rio turned, eyes wide. “Did… Did anyone else feel that?”

Agatha, seated at the kitchen table with her third cup of tea and a thick novel on rune theory, didn’t look up. “Feel what?”

“That,” Rio gestured in the air, eyes darting toward the ceiling. “That sudden drop in temperature. A… shift. In the universe.”

“I felt nothing.”

Rio gasped and pointed upward. “It’s Y/n. She’s doing the thing.”

“What thing?”

“The fall thing.” Rio’s grin stretched. “She’s declared it.”

As if on cue, a puff of cinnamon-scented wind whooshed down the stairs. Agatha’s tea leaves flurried in her mug. A tiny bat—one of the decorative ones from the attic—fluttered past her head with a cheerful squeak.

Agatha blinked. “…It is August first.”

Rio, already halfway to the stairs, called, “The girl knows what she wants, Aggie! Let’s lean in!”

Y/n stood in the living room in her Halloween pajama pants, a Hocus Pocus sweatshirt three sizes too big, and pumpkin socks. She held a small, leather-bound grimoire open in one hand, and in the other her black cat ironically named Binx. Her long wavy brown hair was half up in a messy bun, and her face was deadly serious.

“Mami. Mama.” She turned slowly to face them as they entered. “It’s time.”

Agatha crossed her arms. “Time for what, exactly?”

“Summer is evil and I am declaring it banished from this house. Effective immediately.”

Rio snorted.

Agatha raised a brow. “Darling, it’s still ninety-five degrees outside.”

“I know,” Y/n hissed like a Victorian ghost. “That’s why it must be destroyed. Halloween begins now. Fall begins now. I want leaves. I want pumpkins. I want questionable themed candles. I want thunder. I want enchantments that make the fireplace crackle even though we don’t technically need heat.”

Rio clutched her chest. “My girl.”

“She’s sixteen and dramatic,” Agatha muttered, though she was clearly trying not to smile.

“Mami,” Y/n turned to Rio, “You’re with me, right?”

“I’ve already summoned the spirit of Halloween,” Rio said, snapping her fingers. A wreath of tiny jack-o’-lanterns exploded into existence above the mantel with a cackle. “It’s literally hanging out in the kitchen.”

“Rio.” Agatha gave her a look.

“What?” Rio said innocently. “He was bored!”

Y/n looked between them. “Mama, please. Just a little fall magic?”

Agatha sighed, but her resistance was soft. “Fine. But we do it properly. No summoning talking skeletons again.”

“I apologized for that!” Rio threw up her hands. “Larry was very polite…”

“He tried to unionize the ghost mice.”

“They needed representation!”

Y/n giggled.

With Agatha’s reluctant blessing (and under her strict magical supervision), the Vidal-Harkness household underwent a seasonal transformation.

Y/n waved her wand and murmured an incantation, golden-orange leaves tumbled from the ceiling like confetti. They crunched under their feet, but never got messy. A glamour.

Rio enchanted the entire pantry to smell like cinnamon rolls, which was wildly confusing when you opened it looking for cereal.

Agatha begrudgingly charmed the windows to show cloudy skies and rolling thunder, even if outside it was still 95 degrees and sunny. “Don’t mess with the thermostat spell, Rio. I swear…”

“I won’t!” Rio said, clearly already doing it.

Y/n stood in the middle of it all, smiling so wide her face hurt. Brown eyes sparkling. “It’s perfect.”

“You’re perfect,” Rio said, scooping her into a side hug.

“Too early for mushy nonsense,” Agatha said, though she ruffled Y/n’s hair on the way to the kitchen. “We still haven’t done the porch.”

“Oh!” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Can we do the scarecrow?”

Rio gasped. “The evil one?”

“Not evil! Just a little… sinisterly charming.”

Agatha sighed again. “You both are chaos goblins.”

Y/n beamed. “We get it from you.”

By mid-afternoon, the whole house was fully transformed. Cobwebs (enchanted to only tickle, never tangle), cauldrons, lanterns, softly glowing pumpkins, and glowing potion bottles lined every shelf. The air smelled like rain, books, and chai tea.

Y/n lay back on the couch, legs tossed over Rio’s lap, her head on Agatha’s shoulder.

Agatha was pretending to read. Rio was absolutely not pretending to sneak a spell that played spooky jazz through the house.

Y/n sighed happily. “Best first day of fall ever.”

“It’s August,” Agatha reminded.

Y/n just grinned. “Not in here.”

And honestly?

She was absolutely right.

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Hey!! I miss your fics, it’s so hard to find such good daughter reader fics! do you have anything in the works and anything coming soon?? 💜💚

Hi!! Thank you so much! That truly means a lot to me! I don’t really have anything planned right now, I have a few ideas, I kinda want to try crossing Agatha and Fantastic Four but I’m not sure yet! I have a terrible case of writers block right now 😭😭💚💜

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Movie Marathon Night

AgathaRio x daughter!reader! Y/n - Your Name

The soft hum of the dishwasher in the background blended with the golden glow of the early evening as Y/n scurried into the living room, her arms overflowing with blankets, popcorn bowls, and bags of candy. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, her oversized hoodie practically swallowing her, and her sock-covered feet slid a little as she navigated the hardwood floors. She plopped everything onto the couch with a proud grin.

“Alright, people!” she announced, clapping her hands together. “Operation Best Movie Night Ever is officially underway.”

From the kitchen, Agatha emerged with a tray carrying three steaming mugs of cocoa topped with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles, Rio’s idea, of course.

“You really went all out,” Agatha said, amused as she set the tray down. “This is serious business, clearly.”

“Only the most serious,” Y/n replied with mock solemnity, then cracked a grin. “I even made a viewing schedule. No interruptions. No phones. Just snacks, blankets, and movies.”

Rio followed Agatha in, tying the sash of her robe with a lazy grace, raising one perfectly plucked brow at the sight of Y/n’s setup. “We’re going to need a survival kit,” she said, surveying the pile of sweets and pillows. “Are we watching movies or going into hibernation?”

Y/n laughed. “You’ll thank me later.”

Agatha and Rio both sank into the couch on either side of their daughter, nestling into the pillows with playful groans of comfort.

“Okay, whose pick is first?” Agatha asked, sipping her cocoa.

“Mine, obviously,” Y/n said with a mischievous gleam in her eye as she grabbed the remote. “You guys are about to be educated. And no complaining.”

She hit play, and the TV screen lit up with the bright, dramatic intro of Disney’s Descendants. Upbeat music blared. A dramatic voiceover kicked off. Auradon shimmered in high-definition pastels.

Rio blinked. “What is this?”

Y/n clutched her blanket to her chest, grinning from ear to ear. “This,” she said, dramatically, “is Descendants. And it is peak cinema.”

Agatha narrowed her eyes playfully. “Is this one of those modern musical things with teenagers and excessive eyeliner?”

“Yes,” Y/n said proudly. “And you’re going to love it.”

The opening number launched, introducing the villain kids. Agatha and Rio exchanged skeptical glances, but neither said anything… yet.

Ten minutes in, Y/n was mouthing the words to Rotten to the Core, completely in her element. Her moms, meanwhile, were slowly sinking into the chaos with a mixture of confusion and intrigue.

Rio leaned in conspiratorially. “Wait. So that one’s the son of Cruella de Vil?” she whispered, pointing to Carlos.

“Yep,” Y/n replied, smiling.

“And the other’s the Beast and Belle’s son?” Agatha asked, nodding toward Ben.

“Mmhmm,” Y/n said, popping a gummy worm into her mouth. “Try to keep up.”

After a particularly dramatic scene between Mal and Ben, Rio elbowed Y/n gently. “You’re awfully invested in this. Is someone a little starstruck by Prince Ben?”

Y/n nearly choked on her popcorn.

Agatha joined in, a teasing lilt in her voice. “Or maybe Carlos?” she said, her smirk knowing. “You were definitely blushing when he showed up in that little fencing scene.”

Y/n’s face went pink for real this time.

“Okay, first of all,” she said, sitting up straighter, “if anyone’s cute, it’s Mal and Carlos.”

Both Agatha and Rio blinked.

“Oh,” Agatha said, blinking again.

“Carlos and Mal?” Rio echoed, then her eyes widened just a bit.

Y/n nodded, eyes flicking between them, cheeks still warm, but her voice steady. “Yeah. I like both. Guys and girls. I thought... I figured you knew? You didn't know?”

Agatha and Rio both opened their mouths and promptly closed them again.

There was a long beat of silence.

“I mean,” Rio finally said, slowly, “I guess we kind of assumed you’d tell us when you were ready, but...”

“We didn’t know you were already… you know,” Agatha added, struggling slightly, her hands fluttering.

“Already sure?” Y/n offered.

“Exactly,” they both said at once.

Y/n laughed softly, pulling her blanket up around her shoulders. “I figured it out a while ago. It just never felt like a big announcement, you know?”

Rio blinked again, then gave a quiet laugh. “Right. Of course. No grand press release required. Just a casual ‘Mal and Carlos are cute.’”

Agatha let out a little huff of laughter, then reached over and gently squeezed Y/n’s knee. “Well, thank you for telling us, sweetheart.”

Rio leaned in on the other side, bumping her head lightly against Y/n’s shoulder. “And for the record,” she said with a wink, “you’ve got great taste. Mal’s a badass.”

Y/n smiled, her heart warming at the way neither of them made it weird or awkward, even if they were a bit stunned.

“Thanks, guys,” she murmured.

Agatha wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Always, my darling. Always.”

“Even if you make us watch an entire franchise of singing villain kids,” Rio added dramatically.

Y/n snorted. “Oh, we’re watching all three. And the animated special. I’m not kidding.”

“I think I liked it better when I thought we were doing Pride and Prejudice again,” Agatha joked, cuddling closer.

“You just like Mr. Darcy’s brooding,” Y/n teased.

“Nothing wrong with a little brooding,” Rio murmured, then gave a wicked grin. “Although none of those guys sparkle like your original pick.”

Y/n groaned. “Let it goooo.”

They watched on, curled into each other on the couch. The movie carried on with wild magical plotlines and pop songs, and despite their initial reactions, Rio and Agatha were surprisingly entertained.

When Carlos and Mal shared a sweet scene, Mal teasing him and Carlos laughing shyly, Agatha glanced sideways at Y/n.

“Okay, I see it now,” she said.

Y/n beamed. “Right?”

By the time the first movie ended, Y/n was stretched out between her moms, Agatha’s hand absently playing with her hair, Rio’s legs thrown over the edge of the coffee table.

“So, we good for round two?” Y/n asked, grabbing the remote again.

Rio groaned but held out her mug for a refill. “Only if there’s more cocoa.”

“There’s always more cocoa,” Y/n said, hopping up and disappearing into the kitchen.

Agatha watched her go, then turned to Rio with a soft, thoughtful smile. “She’s really growing up.”

Rio nodded, eyes warm. “She really is.”

Y/n returned a moment later, mugs carefully balanced in her hands. “Okay, refueled and ready to descend deeper into Auradon.”

Rio groaned again. “Pun intended?”

“Always,” Y/n replied, grinning.

As the next movie began, the room settled into a quiet buzz of contentment, the flickering light of the screen dancing over the cozy sprawl of blankets and limbs. Outside, night had fully fallen, but inside, everything was warm, safe, and glowing with the soft kind of love that didn’t need grand declarations.

Only movie nights, gentle teasing, and cocoa with sprinkles.

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Hey guys! I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting recently, my college class is kicking my butt right now but I promise within the next week or two I will get some more stories out! I see your suggestions/requests I just haven’t had the time to get to writing them! I promise I will get to them so don’t feel discouraged about sending me prompts to write!! I hope you all have an amazing day/night/week/weekend!!!💜💚

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heeeey! just wondering if you'd be willing to write for any other aubrey plaza characters aside from rio? I saw your list, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask lmao. thank you! <3

Hey! Yes I am willing, I love Aubrey I just haven’t watched a lot of her movies (I have a list and am planning on binging lol) but yes! I will do my research on a character if I haven’t seen it yet!

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YAY! ok thank you!

could you write an aubrey plaza x daughter r? could she be 17 please?

she's a bit of a loner at school, only one friend. but her friend is becoming weirder (like ditching her sometimes and just pushing away almost).

she's always been close to her mom. always wanting to be with her but now that her friend is pushing away, she never has any plans or any activities to do other than homework, so now she is alwwaaaayyss with her when she can be. she's just comforting. always has been. can u add cuddles pleaaaase

THANK YOU!!! <3

Chapter: The Storm

A/n: I really enjoyed writing this one! If you want me to either continue this with a few more chapters or like write more about this I gladly will! Just let me know!

It was one of those days where the sky stayed gray, like it had been holding its breath all morning. The kind of day where even the hallways of school felt heavier, thick with voices that weren’t yours, eyes that never met yours, and footsteps that always passed you by.

Y/n Plaza sat at her usual corner table in the news room, hunched over her laptop. The sound of rain had just started to tap gently against the windows, a warning whisper of the storm rolling in. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, editing the grainy photos she’d taken of the junior class assembly the week before. Her earbuds were in, but she wasn’t listening to music anymore—just the dull hum of nothing, a buffer between her and the echoing silence of the room.

For the past few weeks, this was her sanctuary. It had started after Hannah joined the track team. First it was just a few missed lunches, a “Sorry! Practice ran late, next time!” text here and there. Then it was lunch skipped altogether. A quick wave in the hall. A text that went unanswered for hours, sometimes days. And then today.

Y/n looked at the clock again. 4:13 p.m. Hannah was supposed to meet her at 3:30. They were finally going to hang out. Just like old times. Y/n had even picked out her favorite playlist for the car ride home, old indie songs and film scores they used to talk over, laughing until the music drowned them out. But the parking lot had emptied. And she was still here.

She refreshed her messages. Nothing. The storm picked up.

By 4:30, she gave up.

The car ride home was quiet. The windshield wipers beat a steady rhythm, almost like a metronome to her thoughts: stupid stupid stupid. Her hands clenched around the steering wheel. Her heart ached with something sharp and dull all at once—a betrayal too quiet for anyone else to notice, but big enough that it took up all the space in her chest.

She pulled into the driveway, headlights slicing through the rain. The front porch light was already on, glowing warm and safe. Home.

Inside, Aubrey Plaza was sprawled on the couch in sweatpants and a hoodie, one arm thrown lazily over the backrest, the other clutching the remote. The TV played quietly, some documentary on haunted houses, half-watched. She turned her head when she heard the door open.

“Hey, peanut,” she called casually. “You’re home late. Everything okay?”

Y/n didn’t answer. She closed the door softly behind her, kicked off her soaked sneakers, and dropped her backpack by the stairs. Her shoulders were slouched, hair slightly frizzy from the humidity, eyes red-rimmed behind her glasses.

Aubrey immediately muted the TV and sat up, alert. “Y/n?”

But Y/n didn’t respond. She just walked over and climbed onto the couch, slow and silent, like she was made of glass. She curled into her mom, resting her head on Aubrey’s stomach, her face hidden.

Aubrey’s arms moved instinctively. One hand cradled the back of Y/n’s head, the other began combing gently through her damp hair.

“Oh, sweetie,” Aubrey murmured. “You okay?”

Y/n shook her head, barely a movement. Just enough.

Aubrey didn’t push her. Instead, she reached for the remote and navigated through the menu. “Coraline?” she asked softly.

A barely-there nod.

The opening chords of the film played, and for a while, that was all there was. The eerie lullaby of the soundtrack, the glow of the screen, and the sound of the storm hammering outside like it had something to prove.

Y/n didn’t cry. She just stayed there, curled against her mom, eyes open but unfocused. Aubrey rested her chin gently on the crown of Y/n’s head.

“She bailed, huh?” Aubrey asked after twenty minutes, her voice careful.

Another small nod.

Aubrey sighed, her fingers still weaving through Y/n’s hair. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“She said she’d be there,” Y/n mumbled, voice muffled against her hoodie. “I waited for over an hour.”

“I know.”

“I just feel so dumb.”

“You’re not dumb. You’re one of the smartest, kindest people I’ve ever met. And I’ve met Amy Poehler.”

That earned the smallest of huffs.

Aubrey smiled. “There she is. My sarcastic little marshmallow.”

“I just… I don’t get it,” Y/n whispered. “I didn’t do anything wrong. She just… stopped caring.”

“That’s not on you,” Aubrey said. “Sometimes people get caught up in their own little worlds. It’s not fair, and it’s not right, but it happens. You didn’t mess anything up. You’re just growing in a different direction than she is.”

“It hurts,” Y/n admitted, voice cracking.

Aubrey kissed the top of her head. “Of course it does. Losing a friend like that? That’s heartbreak, baby. It doesn’t have to be romantic to hurt.”

“I thought I could be okay with it,” she went on, finally lifting her head and looking at her mom. “But it’s like… I don’t fit anywhere anymore.”

“You fit here,” Aubrey said, placing a hand over Y/n’s chest. “With me. Always.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to find out.”

Y/n blinked quickly, a tear slipping down her cheek. Aubrey gently wiped it away with her thumb, then pulled her closer again. The storm outside grew louder, lightning flashing against the windows.

Aubrey grabbed the soft fleece blanket draped over the couch and wrapped it around both of them, tugging Y/n securely into her arms. “Let’s just stay right here. I’ll make popcorn later. You can pick another movie after this one.”

“I like it here,” Y/n whispered.

Aubrey smiled. “Me too. Best seat in the house.”

They sat like that through the rest of Coraline, curled up like they were the only two people in the world. And maybe, for tonight, they were.

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hi! just wondering if you were taking request right now? thank you!

Yes I am taking request!!

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Hi.can you write a fic where Agatha and Rio's daughter loses her memory in an accident.and her parents try to make her remember the past.?

BTW I love the stories that you write.they are so moving and interesting ⭐🌟

Remember Me, Remember Us

The hospital room was too quiet. Not the kind of peaceful, healing quiet Agatha wished for—but a sterile, humming silence that crawled under her skin and gnawed at her heart. Machines beeped in regular rhythms, each one a reminder of the accident, the break in their lives. The bright fluorescent lights overhead made everything feel too clean, too sharp, too real.

Agatha sat stiffly in the plastic chair beside the bed, her left wrist wrapped in a brace and her ribs bandaged tightly beneath her shirt. Every breath hurt, but the ache in her chest had nothing to do with broken bones.

Her daughter lay in the bed. Her baby. Her Y/n.

Fifteen. Only fifteen. Agatha swore it had only been a few blinks ago that she was holding chubby toddler fingers and braiding hair still damp from bathtime. But that child had turned into a teenager—funny, brilliant, stubborn, and kind.

They had just gone out for groceries. Y/n had practically dragged Agatha through the baking aisle, determined to make lemon bars before Rio got home from school. She’d teased Agatha the whole ride about how she would steal the title of “Best Baker in the House.” They were laughing when it happened.

Headlights. A sudden swerve. Tires screaming.

The impact was deafening. Like thunder slamming into the side of the world.

The drunk driver had crossed the yellow line. The passenger side, the side Y/n was on, had suffered the worst.

Now she lay still, her brow stitched, her dark hair damp and tangled against the pillow. Her face was pale, drawn. So familiar, and yet Agatha’s throat tightened. It wasn’t just the injury. It was the eyes. Wide. Searching. Not blank, exactly. But lost. Unanchored.

"She doesn't remember me," Agatha had whispered when Rio finally made it to the ER, breathless and wild-eyed. “She looked at me like I was a stranger.”

Rio hadn’t answered at first. She had just stepped to the bed, pale and shaking, and stared at the girl who had once called her Mami with a giggle and a grin full of braces. The girl who built forts in the living room, who named every worm in the backyard, who once taped a sticky note to the fridge that read: Love you forever, even when I’m mad.

And now, a day later, Rio sat at the edge of the bed, holding a frayed, well-loved copy of Catching Fire. The cover curled at the corners, the spine worn down from hundreds of re-reads.

“You used to read this every October,” Rio said gently, her voice low and even, as if not to startle her. “We’d make hot cocoa—always with whipped cream, never marshmallows, and you’d sit by the window during storms and read aloud. You liked doing the voices. You were really good at it. Especially Effie.”

Y/n tilted her head, her brows furrowed. “I don’t… I don’t remember that,” she said, voice small and uncertain.

Agatha looked away, eyes burning, shoulders stiff. She wanted to be strong. She needed to be strong. But how could she, when her child didn’t recognize the life they had built?

Rio didn’t flinch. She reached for Y/n’s hand, holding it gently. “You call me Mami,” she said. “You always have. Since you were tiny. I know that sounds weird right now, but it’s true. You used to beat me at Mario Kart every weekend. And you gardened with me—you picked out marigolds this spring. Named your sunflower ‘Henry the Fourth.’ You made little name tags for the plants and everything.”

Y/n blinked. “I… like gardening?”

“You love it,” Rio said, a little too quickly. Her voice cracked. “Last month, we planted tomatoes. You played Fleetwood Mac while you worked. You sang so off-key I had to fake a phone call to stop laughing.”

A tiny, startled smile flickered on Y/n’s lips. “That… sounds like something I’d do.”

Agatha let out a breath, shaky but hopeful.

“You were so proud of those tomatoes,” she added, her voice soft. “You made caprese salad with them. Told Mami it was the best thing you’d ever tasted, even though the mozzarella was two days expired.”

Y/n gave a tiny laugh. Just a breath of one. But it was real.

“But why don’t I remember it?” she whispered, her eyes wide and full of confusion. “Why does everything feel like… like it’s missing? Like it’s just out of reach.”

Agatha stood and moved to the edge of the bed, brushing her knuckles gently down her daughter’s arm. “Because your brain’s healing. You hit your head, and sometimes that means the memories get scrambled. But you’re here, baby. You’re still here. And that’s all that matters.”

Rio nodded. “We’re going to help you remember. We’ll tell you every story, every inside joke. Play every song. Bake every lemon bar.”

Y/n looked between them, a tremor in her voice. “So… you’re my moms?”

“Yes, sweetheart,” Agatha said, tears finally slipping free. “I’m Mama. She’s Mami. You’ve had us both since the day you were born.”

Y/n hesitated. “Did I… like that?”

“You loved it,” Rio whispered, voice breaking. “You once told me it made you feel safe. Like no matter what happened, you always had two places to land.”

There was a long silence. Y/n looked down at their intertwined fingers, as if trying to make the connection stick. Her eyes were wet.

“I want to remember,” she said. “I want to know who I am.”

Agatha leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You will, baby. And until you do, we’ll remember for you.”

Later that night, they returned home.

The house felt haunted not by spirits but by memories. The faint echo of laughter in the kitchen, the soft padding of feet running through the hallway, the hum of music playing during dinner prep—it was all still there, just quieter now.

Agatha guided Y/n to her room, adjusting the pillows just the way she liked them. Even if she didn’t know it.

Rio brought in Señor Scratchy, fluffy, temperamental, and fiercely loyal. He leapt onto the bed and immediately curled up at Y/n’s side, his chin resting on her hip.

“He’s always loved you,” Agatha murmured. “He tolerates the rest of us, but you? You’re his favorite.”

Y/n reached out, tentative, and scratched behind his ears. He purred softly.

“He’s soft,” she said. “Kind of like… me?”

Rio smiled faintly and sat on the edge of the bed. “Exactly like you.”

Y/n looked up. “Will you tell me more stories tomorrow? About… me?”

“Every single one,” Agatha promised.

“Even the embarrassing ones?” Y/n asked, the ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

“Especially those,” Rio said, grinning.

As the first drops of rain began to tap gently against the windows, they tucked Y/n in and sat beside her until her breathing slowed. Until her eyes fluttered shut.

Until they were sure she was safe.

Outside, the storm rolled on. But inside, three hearts stayed tethered by love, memory, and the unshakable truth that someday, she would remember not just who she was… But who they were, together.

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Note!!

If you guys have any requests, please let me know! I will write for most actors, especially if they are my favorite actresses! I will put a list down below. I might be missing some movies/TV shows, so I will definitely add more as I think about them! Movies: Avengers (any Marvel movie), Twister, Twisters, The School for Good and Evil, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Scream, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Mean Girls, Beetlejuice, Descendants (1, 2, and 3). TV Shows: Grey's Anatomy, Law and Order: SVU, Agatha All Along, Friends, American Horror Story, Stranger Things, Wednesday, Criminal Minds, Gilmore Girls.

People: Kathryn Hahn, Aubrey Plaza, Taylor Swift, Mariska Hargitay, Charlize Theron, Winona Ryder, Jenifer Aniston, Elizabeth Olsen, Paget Brewster, AJ Cook. What I will write: Daughter Reader, Sister Reader, Platonic things. I will not write romantic relationships with like the reader and the actress. Also I don’t really write smut. Maybe more of a pj-13 thing.

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Hi, could you please make a story where reader is 6-7 years old and She's Aubrey Plaza daughter, Kathryn Hahn is her godmother. It's 7 in the morning and Jeff Baena drops off reader at the set of Agatha All Along and reader is so happy to see Kathryn. Reader will also meet the other members of the cast. Please

Okay, I hope this turned out okay!! I tried my best!!!

Set Days & Sunshine Smiles

Aubrey Plaza x Daughter!Reader

It was exactly 6:59 AM when Aubrey Plaza stepped out of her trailer, her hoodie pulled tight around her face, and her cup of coffee in one hand. The sky over the studio lot was still a soft lavender-blue, the sun barely peeking out. She was exhausted—filming a movie at night and Agatha All Along during the day was already a nightmare schedule—but today? Today, she’d get to hold her daughter. That made everything better.

And right on time, Jeff’s car pulled up.

Aubrey’s face lit up. She immediately jogged over, all traces of exhaustion vanishing as the back door opened and out came a burst of giggles and tiny sneakers.

“Mommy!!” Y/n squealed, launching herself into Aubrey’s arms.

“Oh my God, my baby,” Aubrey gasped, hugging her tight and spinning her around. “I missed you so much, baby girl.”

Y/n clung to her mom, tiny hands wrapped around Aubrey’s neck like a koala. “I missed you more. So much more.”

Jeff chuckled as he handed over her little purple backpack and a soft stuffed dinosaur. “She’s been counting down the hours. She wouldn’t even eat breakfast until I promised you’d have snacks.”

“I packed granola bars,” Aubrey assured him, kissing his cheek quickly. “Thank you. Safe flight, babe.”

Aubrey carried Y/n into her trailer as Jeff drove off, settling her down long enough to toss her stuff inside. The little girl was already bouncing on her toes.

“Mommy? Is Auntie Kathryn here? Can I see her? Please?”

Aubrey ruffled her hair, smiling softly. “You wanna see your godmother first thing, huh?”

Y/n nodded with a toothiest grin. “She promised me last time I visited that I could help her pick lipstick.”

Aubrey snorted. “Dangerous promise. Let’s go find her.”

They stopped by Kathryn’s trailer first—empty. “Hmm… coffee time,” Aubrey muttered knowingly. “Let’s try the break room.”

Y/n, still in her bunny pajamas and pink sneakers, walked beside her mom, holding her hand tightly. The second they entered the break room, Y/n spotted the back of a familiar brunette head.

“Auntie Kathryn!!”

Kathryn Hahn turned around just in time to catch the speeding blur of her goddaughter flying into her arms.

“There’s my girl!” Kathryn exclaimed, lifting her up and peppering her face with kisses. “What are you doing here so early, sunshine?”

“Daddy dropped me off. I’m staying with Mommy today. I missed you!”

Kathryn squeezed her tighter. “I missed you too. Look at you! You got taller. You been eating all your vegetables?”

Y/n made a face. “Only the good ones.”

“I respect that.”

Aubrey smiled as she watched her daughter curl up happily in Kathryn’s lap. For the next ten minutes, the three of them sat together while cast and crew filtered in and out, some grabbing coffee, others just chatting. Y/n stayed curled into Kathryn like a happy kitten, content to listen and giggle whenever Kathryn made a funny face.

Patti LuPone was the next to enter, sipping tea and mid-yawn when she spotted the child.

“Oh my god. There’s a tiny Aubrey in here,” she declared dramatically.

Y/n looked up shyly. “Hi…”

Patti leaned down. “Hi, sweetheart. You look exactly like your mother, but way more approachable.”

“Hey!” Aubrey protested, laughing.

Y/n giggled as Patti winked at her. “I’m Patti. I play a witch.”

“I like witches,” Y/n replied thoughtfully. “Especially nice ones.”

“Oh, I’m not nice in the show. But I am nice to you,” Patti said, handing Y/n a mini chocolate she had stashed in her coat pocket. “Don’t tell the crew.”

Moments later, Shasheer Zamata entered and gasped. “Hold UP. Is this the set gremlin I’ve been hearing about?”

“That’s her,” Aubrey said, smiling at her daughter's shy face.

“Okay, we need to talk about those pajamas, first of all. Iconic.”

Y/n twirled the ear of her bunny hoodie. “They’re my favorite.”

Shasheer sat beside her and launched into a very serious discussion about the best bedtime snacks, which led to Kathryn laughing so hard she snorted, and Y/n bursting into giggles.

Ali Ahn poked her head in next. “Is she here? The star of the show?”

Y/n perked up. “That’s me!”

Ali clutched her heart. “I’ve been waiting months to meet you! Your mom never stops talking about you.”

“She tells me about you too,” Y/n said sweetly. “She says you’re really smart.”

Aubrey, suddenly bashful, muttered, “Okay, we don’t need to compliment Ali right now.”

“Too late, already in love,” Ali teased, giving Y/n a high five.

As filming started up, Y/n rotated between sitting in Aubrey’s lap while she got her makeup done—quietly asking questions like “Why do you need fake eyelashes?”—to helping Kathryn pick lipstick (which meant pulling out all the reds and saying, “This one makes you look like a superhero”).

During rehearsals, Y/n was a quiet observer on set, sitting in a tall chair next to the director’s. Every now and then, Kathryn or Aubrey would sneak her a wink, and she'd beam in response. The entire crew had already fallen in love with her within the first hour.

By lunchtime, someone had already added “Y/n’s Chair” in sparkly duct tape to the back of her seat.

Y/n was practically glowing by the time Aubrey scooped her back up after a rehearsal.

The tiny 7-year-old had never been happier. Her two favorite people were here—her mom and her godmother—and the set was like a magical little kingdom full of friendly witches, shiny costumes, and people who kept offering her snacks. She was thriving.

Back in Aubrey’s trailer, she was perched cross-legged on the couch in one of her mom’s old t-shirts that was far too big and made her look like Alice when her dress was too big in Alice in Wonderland. Aubrey sat on the floor before her, trying to fix her eyeliner between sips of lukewarm coffee.

“You should wear purple lipstick sometime,” Y/n suggested seriously.

“Should I?”

“You’d look mysterious. Like you have secrets.”

Aubrey tilted her head. “Okay, you’ve been around Kathryn too long.”

Y/n just giggled, legs swinging gently.

A soft knock on the door interrupted them, and then Kathryn’s voice called, “Can I come in, or is the glam squad still on duty?”

“It’s just me being bossed around by my child,” Aubrey called back.

The door opened and in walked Kathryn, already in costume but robe draped over her shoulders, makeup half-done. Her eyes lit up the second she saw Y/n on the couch.

“There she is, my favorite human.”

“I saved you a spot!” Y/n said quickly, patting the space beside her.

Kathryn practically flopped onto the couch with exaggerated drama, throwing an arm around Y/n and pulling her close. “You are the best thing to happen to this set.”

“You saw her an hour ago,” Aubrey teased, smiling from the floor.

“And I’ve missed her ever since.” Kathryn leaned down and bumped her nose against Y/n’s. “Don’t grow up too fast, okay?”

“I’m trying,” Y/n said very seriously. “But I already lost two teeth.”

Kathryn clutched her chest. “No! Not the baby teeth! You promised you’d stay little forever!”

“Nope. Big kid now. But I still wanna sit in your lap when you do makeup.”

“Done. That’s a lifetime agreement.”

Later, Kathryn brought Y/n back to her own trailer. It was a cozy chaos of scripts, water bottles, a half-eaten croissant, and a stuffed animal Y/n had given her last year—a lopsided crocheted cat named Mozzarella.

Y/n immediately climbed onto the couch, curling up under the little knit blanket Kathryn kept there.

“You still have Mozzarella,” she said sleepily.

“Of course I do,” Kathryn said, gently pulling the blanket higher over her legs. “She guards the trailer when I’m filming.”

Y/n beamed. “She’s very brave.”

“You know who else is brave?” Kathryn said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You. You’ve been so good even though Mommy’s been really busy.”

Y/n nodded, her voice soft. “I just miss her. But I know she’s working hard.”

Kathryn felt her heart swell and ache at the same time. “She misses you, too, honey. So, so much. That’s why today is special. You’re with us now.”

“I wish every day was a set day.”

“Well, we could ask the producers,” Kathryn said thoughtfully, “but I think they’d have to build an entire playground into the set budget.”

“I could run the snack table,” Y/n offered.

“You’d be CEO of snacks. Obviously.”

The afternoon rolled on with more cast interactions—Y/n helped Ali reorganize her costume jewelry (“This one looks like dragon treasure!”). Drew Patti a picture of her in a big red hat that Patti declared was a piece of art, and listened wide-eyed as Shasheer taught her how to do a stage bow.

But the highlight of her day came when both her mom and Auntie Kathryn were finally free at the same time.

Back in Aubrey’s trailer, the three of them lounged like it was a lazy Sunday morning. Aubrey had changed into leggings and a flannel shirt, hair still half pinned up from filming, and Kathryn was barefoot with her robe back on. Y/n lay sprawled across both their laps like a sleepy kitten, flipping through her favorite fairy tale book.

“Can you read the one with the stormy sea?” Y/n asked, handing it to Kathryn.

“Oh, you mean The Witch and the Wild Waves? Of course.”

Kathryn read in her storyteller voice—dramatic, flowing, and filled with hand motions that made Y/n giggle every five seconds. Aubrey softly played with Y/n’s hair, humming now and then, and when Kathryn hit the final line, Y/n whispered, “I like that one the best.”

“It’s your mom’s favorite too,” Kathryn said, closing the book. “You’ve got good taste.”

“I got it from you both,” Y/n said sleepily.

Aubrey looked down at her daughter’s sleepy smile and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

“I’m so glad you’re here, bug.”

Y/n murmured something against her hoodie sleeve that sounded like “me too,” already halfway to sleep.

By the end of the day, Y/n had an honorary crew badge clipped to her shirt, three chocolate chip cookies in her bag, drawings from the costume department, and a new nickname from Patti (“Baby Bat Queen”). But the best part?

Curled between Aubrey and Kathryn, falling asleep to the soft sounds of laughter, makeup brushes being packed away, and the faint scent of lavender lotion on Kathryn’s sleeve.

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The Olive Tree

So, I know I don't normally write just about Agatha and Rio, but I kind of just wanted to write this chapter based on the song "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" from EPIC, the musical concept album. Let me know what you think!

The rain came down in steady sheets, drumming against the roof of the old cottage as Rio stood frozen in the doorway, the storm clouds swallowing the last flickers of starlight. Thunder rolled through the hills, but it was the silhouette moving through the curtain of rain that stole the breath from her lungs. A figure she hadn’t seen in years, shoulders hunched beneath the weight of distance, of loss.

It wasn’t the storm that made her heart pound.

It was her.

Agatha.

Rio’s hand tightened around the worn edge of the doorframe, knuckles pale as Agatha stepped out of the shadows. Every inch of her was soaked—drenched hair clinging to her sharp cheekbones, her coat heavy with water and something far older: grief, regret, time.

“…Is it really you?” Rio asked, voice barely audible over the storm, as if the wind might snatch her words before Agatha could hear them.

Agatha stopped at the edge of the porch, boots sinking deep into the mud like roots searching for something solid. Her voice, hoarse and fragile, met the rain. “It’s me.”

But Rio knew. She could see it already—the flicker of weariness behind Agatha’s familiar eyes, once vibrant, now clouded with shadows. The storm raged on, but the space between them was louder than any thunder.

“I don’t know if I’m the woman you remember,” Agatha added, voice fraying at the edges.

Rio stepped forward, out of the doorway, into the downpour. The years between them stretched taut, like a thread threatening to snap. Yet here she stood, beneath the same sky, on the same porch they built together with bare hands and hopeful hearts.

“You look… older,” Rio whispered, blinking against the rain streaking down her face. “Tired.” She swallowed thickly. “But it’s still you.”

Agatha’s lips twitched into something like a smile but faltered. “I’m not the woman you married. I’m not the stubborn, reckless witch who made you laugh at midnight and carved promises into trees. I’ve changed.”

Rio’s chest ached. “We all change.”

Agatha shook her head, rainwater dripping from her chin. “No. I’ve done things, Rio. Terrible things. I’ve left wreckage in my wake. I’ve hardened, lost pieces of myself out there, trading softness for survival.” She looked away, ashamed. “I don’t deserve to come home.”

The words lingered like smoke.

Rio’s breath came fast as she stared at the woman she’d mourned and longed for, standing before her, alive but battered by the years apart.

“Tell me,” Rio murmured, urging her.

Agatha’s voice broke. “I hurt people,” she confessed, shoulders shaking. “But every step, every choice… I made to find my way back here. To you.”

Lightning cracked across the sky, casting fleeting light on Agatha’s tear-streaked face.

“And if I’m not the same?” Agatha asked, her voice fragile beneath the thunder. “Would you still love me? Even knowing who I’ve become?”

Rio’s eyes burned, but she didn’t flinch. Her gaze drifted past Agatha, through the doorway behind her, where the olivewood bedframe stood silhouetted by the soft, golden light inside. The bed Agatha had carved all those years ago, out of the olive tree’s roots that still stretched beneath the cottage like anchors holding them to this place, to each other.

“Then move it,” Rio challenged softly, her voice cutting through the storm.

Agatha blinked. “What?”

“The bed,” Rio repeated. “Move it.”

Agatha’s breath hitched. “Rio… you know I can’t. It’s carved into the roots. It’s part of this house, part of the earth beneath us. To move it would be to tear the whole thing apart.”

A tear slipped down Rio’s cheek, mingling with the rain. “Only my wife would know that.”

Silence.

Then, like the first break in a storm, Agatha’s walls crumbled. Her eyes widened, shimmering with understanding. And before Rio could say another word, she crossed the rain-slick porch and pulled Agatha into her arms. They crashed together like waves against the rocks, clinging desperately, shaking beneath the storm’s howl.

Agatha buried her face in Rio’s shoulder, breath ragged, as Rio’s fingers curled tightly into the back of her coat.

“I would fall in love with you again,” Rio whispered fiercely against Agatha’s ear. “Over and over and over.”

Agatha sobbed, the sound raw and unrestrained as she held on tighter. “Even now?”

Rio nodded into the crook of her neck. “Especially now.”

And there they stayed, lost in each other, as the storm raged and the olive tree’s roots held fast beneath their feet, whispering the truth Rio had known all along—

You can always come home.

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No. Just no.

Agatha Harkness x daughter!reader!

Agatha's heels clicked sharply against the worn hardwood floor as she stepped inside. The scent of old wood, dust, and the faintest hint of something Agatha was certain was mildew filled the air. She stopped dead in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, eyes scanning every inch like she was prepping for cross-examination.

"No," Agatha said flatly.

Y/n closed the door behind them, clutching her keys. "Mom."

"No," Agatha repeated, voice cool and firm. "Absolutely not."

Y/n sighed, running a hand through her hair. "You haven't even seen the whole place yet."

Agatha gestured vaguely to the crooked light fixture above. "Oh, but the exposed wiring really sets the tone."

Y/n crossed her arms, clearly fighting back a smile. "It has character."

"It has mold."

"That's... patina," Y/n countered weakly.

Agatha tilted her head, eyeing the faint water stain near the ceiling. "That's black mold in training."

Y/n groaned. "Okay, lawyer lady, come see the kitchen."

Agatha let herself be dragged down the narrow hall, her sharp eyes scanning every crevice, slightly warped floorboard, and questionable plaster crack. "Is that the actual size of the hallway, or is it just aggressively small?"

They stepped into the kitchen, and Y/n threw her arms wide like a game show host. "Ta-da!"

Agatha's lips pressed into a thin line. "Ta-don't."

"Mom."

"No. This is not a kitchen. This is a cautionary tale."

"It has a gas stove!" Y/n pointed out, trying to rally.

"It has a gas stove from 1974," Agatha shot back, stepping forward to inspect the ancient appliance. She reached for one of the burners and immediately recoiled. "I think I just touched rust."

"It still works!" Y/n said defensively.

"So do guillotines, doesn't mean we should use them."

Y/n rolled her eyes. "It's fine, Mom. Jess and Josh and I are splitting the rent three ways, it's a steal."

Agatha turned to her daughter with a deadly serious expression. "Y/n, bank robbers get better deals."

Y/n groaned, dragging her toward the bedroom. "Wait till you see my room. It's actually cute."

When they reached it, Agatha stopped cold. She looked from the tiny bed to the barely-there closet to the window that rattled slightly with the wind. The mattress looked like it had been carried up three flights of stairs by someone who had lost a battle with it. The closet door hung slightly off its hinge. The room itself was so small that if Y/n stretched out her arms, she might be able to touch both walls.

"No."

Y/n flopped dramatically onto the bed, ignoring the way it creaked ominously under her weight. "It's fine. I'm a broke photography student, not a Bond villain."

Agatha, standing stiff in the doorway, folded her arms tighter. "I would prefer you were a Bond villain. They have better housing."

Y/n bit her lip, suppressing laughter. "I can make it work."

Agatha sighed deeply, leaning against the doorframe. "I know you can. I just—" She looked around again, eyes scanning for every potential hazard, her protective instincts warring with the reality that her daughter was growing up. "I don't have to like it."

Y/n sat up, voice softening. "Mom... I'm ready for this."

Agatha's expression melted just a little, her lawyer mask cracking. She stepped inside, finally, and sat beside Y/n on the bed. "I know." A beat passed. "Still no."

Y/n grinned. "Love you too."

Agatha smirked. "You're getting a security system."

"Already on it."

"And I'm calling Jess and Josh about fire exits."

Y/n groaned, falling back onto the bed. "Deal."

Agatha blew out a breath and finally looked at Y/n—really looked at her. The confidence, the excitement, the way she was holding herself. It wasn't just a dingy apartment; it was freedom. It was independence.

"You're gonna be okay here," Agatha murmured, reaching over to brush a stray hair from Y/n's face.

Y/n nodded. "I will."

Agatha smiled faintly. "Still don't like it."

"Noted."

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Hi, can you please make a story wattpad where the daughter of Agatha Harkness and Rio Vidal (y/n who is 6-7 years old) is her first day in elementary school and as it's her first day y/n is afraid of not having friends and in front of the class of y/n, Agatha and Rio make her a big hug and kisses on y/n each cheeks and they tell her that it will be fine. The teacher of y/n finds a little weird to have 2 moms so while the parents are not there she treats y/n differently.

(Sorry english is not my first language)

Of course! Here is the chapter!

AgathaRio x daughter!reader!

A Little Bit of Fear, A Lot of Love

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the kitchen as Y/n sat at the table, her small hands gripping the edge of her cereal bowl. Her stomach churned, not from hunger but from the nerves twisting inside her. It was her first day of elementary school, and she was terrified.

“What if nobody likes me?” she mumbled, poking at her cereal with her spoon.

Agatha, dressed in her usual neatly pressed blazer for her history class at the college, placed a comforting hand on Y/n’s back. “Oh, sweetheart, that won’t happen. You are smart, kind, and absolutely wonderful. Anyone would be lucky to be your friend.”

Still in her dark-colored scrubs from her early morning shift at the funeral home, Rio leaned against the counter with a smirk. “And if they don’t see that, they have horrible taste, cariño.”

Y/n huffed, clearly unconvinced.

Agatha crouched down to her level. “I know it’s scary, but every big adventure starts with a little bit of fear.”

Rio ruffled Y/n’s hair. “And besides, you’ve got the two coolest moms ever. That already makes you the most interesting kid in class.”

That got a small smile from Y/n.

The drive to school was quiet. Y/n clutched her backpack straps as they pulled into the parking lot. Her nervous energy returned in full force when they reached the classroom door, her tiny feet frozen in place. The other kids were already inside, chatting and finding their seats.

Sensing her hesitation, Agatha and Rio knelt down beside her. Agatha gently cupped Y/n’s face, kissing her forehead softly. “You’re going to be amazing, baby girl.”

Rio grinned and dramatically kissed both of Y/n’s cheeks, making an exaggerated smooching sound. “Go show them how awesome you are, princess.”

Y/n giggled despite herself. Her mothers always knew how to make her feel better. Taking a deep breath, she nodded. “Okay.”

As they stood to leave, Agatha and Rio shared a glance, lingering at the door for just a moment longer before finally walking away.

The classroom was lively, filled with bright colors and a chalkboard with the teacher’s name, Mrs. Harper, written in neat cursive. Y/n took a deep breath and found her seat, trying her best to shake off the nerves.

The morning passed with a mixture of excitement and unease. As Y/n sat at her desk, the rest of the class was engaged in a math activity. She raised her hand, hoping to ask Mrs. Harper a question about the worksheet.

Mrs. Harper glanced in her direction but immediately called on another student, a boy named Jack, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room. “Yes, Jack?” she said brightly, ignoring Y/n altogether.

Y/n lowered her hand, feeling the sting of being overlooked. She tried again, this time raising her hand a little higher, a little more confidently.

“Mrs. Harper?” she asked, her voice soft but clear.

Still helping Jack with his problem, the teacher sighed audibly and glanced up. Her smile was tight, almost forced. “Yes, Y/n? What is it?”

Y/n hesitated, unsure of how to continue. “I—I don’t understand this part,” she said, pointing to the worksheet.

Mrs. Harper gave a small, dismissive wave. “Just ask someone else. I’m sure they’ll be happy to help.”

Y/n's heart sank. She quickly looked down at her paper, trying to focus, but the words blurred before her. The others seemed to enjoy their work, while she felt like an outsider.

At recess, as Y/n sat alone on the bench, she couldn’t help but replay the moment in her mind. What had she done wrong? Why was Mrs. Harper acting this way?

“Hey, want to play?” A voice broke through her thoughts. She saw a girl with curly hair and a bright grin. “I’m Mia.”

Y/n hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I’m Y/n.”

Mia took her hand and pulled her toward the playground. As they climbed the jungle gym together, Mia giggled. “I was scared too on my first day. But my moms said I’d find a friend.”

Y/n perked up. “You have two moms?”

Mia nodded. “Yep! Jen and Alice. They’re super cool. And they always bring snacks when they pick me up.”

Y/n grinned, feeling a little more comfortable. Maybe school wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Two days later, as they sat around the dinner table, Y/n hesitated before speaking. "Mama, Mami... my teacher doesn’t like me."

Agatha set down her fork, eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you mean, sweetheart?" 

Y/n fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. "She doesn’t smile at me like she does with the other kids. She calls on them but skips me. And today, when I asked for help, she just sighed really loud and walked away."

Rio’s grip on her glass tightened. "She did what?"

Agatha placed a calming hand on Rio’s arm before turning to Y/n. "That’s not okay, baby. Have you noticed this happening every day?"

Y/n nodded, her small voice barely above a whisper. "I thought maybe she just didn’t hear me. But it keeps happening."

Rio took a deep breath, clearly trying to control her anger. "Okay, cariño. Thank you for telling us. We’ll keep an eye on things."

Agatha kissed Y/n’s forehead. "You did the right thing by telling us. We’re going to figure this out."

The next day, at pickup, Rio and Agatha were chatting with a couple standing beside them, two women who had just greeted Mia. They introduced themselves as Jen and Alice Kale-Wu Gulliver, Mia’s parents.

As they talked, the conversation turned to their daughters’ teachers. When Agatha mentioned Mrs. Harper, Jen and Alice exchanged a knowing look.

“Oh yeah, no,” Alice said, shaking her head. “We did not like Mrs. Harper last year. She was completely homophobic.”

Jen sighed. “Yeah, we had to keep an eye on her. Mia wasn’t treated as badly as some kids, but we noticed how she acted differently around families like ours.”

Rio and Agatha took their new friends' words in, exchanging a glance that spoke volumes. They hoped things would improve, but this was clearly not an isolated incident.

The next morning, Agatha and Rio walked purposefully into the principal’s office. Ever the composed professor, Agatha laid out the facts calmly but firmly.

“Our daughter has noticed that Mrs. Harper treats her differently than the other students. She’s being ignored, disregarded, and that’s unacceptable.”

The principal shifted uncomfortably. “I assure you, Mrs. Harper is a wonderful teacher—”

“She’s a wonderful teacher to the children she likes,” Rio interrupted, her voice sharp as a knife. “But she has a problem with ours because we’re a same-sex couple.”

The principal stammered, but Agatha leaned forward, eyes cold. “I teach history, Principal Greene. I know what discrimination looks like. If something isn’t done, we’ll take this higher.”

Rio folded her arms. “We’re not asking. We’re telling you to fix it.”

By the time they left, the principal assured them the matter would be addressed. Sure enough, Mrs. Harper’s demeanor had changed the next day. She was suddenly more attentive, and her dismissive attitude was replaced with a forced but noticeable attempt at fairness. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

Y/n felt the difference, too. She wasn’t ignored anymore, and though she still kept her distance from Mrs. Harper, she didn’t feel as invisible.

Mia ran up to Y/N that afternoon, holding out an extra granola bar. “Here! My mom packed an extra.”

Y/n smiled, taking it. “Thanks.”

Mia grinned. “Wanna come over this weekend? My moms said we could have a playdate.”

Y/n’s face lit up. “Really? I’ll ask my moms!”

That night, after a long day, Y/n returned home to find a special treat waiting for her—her favorite cookies and a movie night with her moms. The three of them snuggled on the couch. Agatha was curled comfortably in Rio’s arms while Y/n sat in Agatha’s lap, her head resting softly on her chest.

As the opening credits of Y/n’s favorite movie played, Rio kissed the top of Y/n’s head. “No one messes with our girl,” she murmured, her voice full of warmth and certainty.

Agatha tightened her hold around Y/n, kissing her hair softly. “And you never have to face anything alone,” she whispered.

Y/n smiled, feeling safe and loved. No matter what happened at school, she knew one thing for sure—she had the best moms in the world. And with them by her side, she could handle anything.

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You guys, I am struggling to write right now. Like, I have so many ideas but can't formulate the actual chapters!! Lik,e I really want to write a chapter based on the Parent Trap with Agatha, Rio, Y/n, and an OC, and I have the chapter in my head but cannot for the life of me actually write it!

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August Evening

Y/n = Your Name

Agathario x daughter!reader!

A cool breeze blew through the late August evening, a welcome change from the day's heat. The scent of freshly turned soil and blooming flowers still clung to the air, a testament to the hours Rio and Y/n had spent working and playing in the garden. The little girl had been a ball of energy all afternoon, running between the rows of vegetables and helping Rio water the plants, though more water had ended up on her than on the soil.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue across the yard, Rio noticed Y/n beginning to slow. Her dark brown curls were damp with sweat, and her small hands rubbed at her eyes, trying to fend off the sleepiness creeping in. Rio crouched down and gently scooped the little girl into her arms, brushing a stray curl from her face. "Alright, sweet girl," she murmured softly, "let's call it a day."

Y/n didn’t protest, her head resting heavily on Rio’s shoulder as she was carried inside. The house smelled of dinner—savory and warm—drawing them toward the kitchen. Agatha stood at the stove, stirring a pot with practiced ease. She wore her usual calm expression, but her lips curved into a soft smile as she turned to see her wife and daughter. The golden light from outside mingled with the warm glow of the kitchen, wrapping the scene in a cozy aura.

Rio shifted Y/n slightly in her arms. "Look who’s all tuckered out," she said, her tone laced with affection.

Agatha chuckled, setting the spoon down and turning the heat to low. "I wonder why," she teased lightly, walking over to them. Her hand came up to brush against Y/n’s flushed cheek. "Was someone playing a little too hard today?"

Y/n made a small noise of protest, half-asleep and unwilling to engage in conversation. Rio laughed softly. "She had the best time, though. Didn’t you, mi amor?"

Agatha smiled and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s temple. "Why don’t I clean her up and put her into something comfy while you shower? You’ve got dirt on your face, cariña."

Rio smirked, feigning offense. "It’s called working hard. But fine, she’s all yours." She carefully passed Y/n to Agatha, who easily cradled the little girl.

"Come on, sweetheart," Agatha murmured as she carried Y/n upstairs. "Let’s get you all cleaned up."

Y/n whined softly, her head nuzzling into Agatha’s neck. "No bath," she mumbled, her voice thick with exhaustion.

Agatha chuckled as she entered the bathroom, setting Y/n down on the counter. "Just a quick one, darling. You’ll feel so much better afterward."

Despite her protests, Y/n let Agatha undress her and settle her into the warm water. Agatha hummed softly as she washed away the dirt and sweat from Y/n’s day of adventures, her gentle hands working efficiently but carefully. The little girl’s eyes drooped further, and by the time Agatha wrapped her in a soft towel, she was more than halfway asleep.

Back in Y/n’s room, Agatha helped her into a soft lavender nightgown, the fabric light and cool against her skin. She ran her fingers through Y/n’s damp curls, gently detangling them as Y/n sighed in content. "There we go," Agatha whispered. "All comfy now."

Y/n didn’t respond, her head lolling against Agatha’s shoulder. The older woman carried her back downstairs, the comforting aroma of dinner still wafting through the air. With Y/n securely in one arm, Agatha returned to the stove, stirring the pot with her free hand. She hummed a soft tune, the rhythm soothing and familiar, as Y/n’s small fingers clung lightly to her shirt.

A few minutes later, Rio came down the stairs, her damp hair curling slightly from her shower. She paused in the doorway, taking in the sight of her wife and daughter. Agatha’s movements were fluid and precise, even with a half-asleep child in her arms. The warm light of the kitchen seemed to wrap them in a glow, a picture of quiet love and contentment.

Rio’s heart swelled, and she crossed the room quietly, wrapping her arms around Agatha from behind. She rested her chin on Agatha’s shoulder, her hands brushing against Y/n’s back. "You’re amazing, you know that?" she murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of Agatha’s neck.

Agatha smiled, leaning back into Rio’s embrace. "Takes one to know one."

Rio chuckled and kissed the top of Y/n’s head. "And you," she whispered, her voice soft, "are the luckiest little girl in the world."

Agatha turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting Rio’s. "We’re the lucky ones," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

As the three of them stood there, the comforting warmth of the moment settled over them like a blanket. Agatha gave the pot one last stir before turning off the stove, and Rio took Y/n into her arms, cradling her close. Y/n stirred briefly, opening her eyes just enough to see her mom's before snuggling deeper into Rio’s embrace.

"I think she’s out for the night," Rio whispered with a grin.

Agatha chuckled softly. "She deserves the rest. Our little gardener worked so hard today."

Rio nodded, her fingers gently stroking Y/n’s back. "She’s perfect."

Agatha smiled, her gaze softening as she watched her family. "She is. And so are you."

Rio leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Agatha’s lips. "We make a pretty good team," she said with a wink.

Agatha laughed, a light, melodic sound that filled the room. "That we do."

Together, they carried Y/n upstairs, tucking her into bed with care. Y/n’s small hand clutched at the edge of her blanket, her breathing even and peaceful. Agatha and Rio stood by her bedside momentarily, their hands intertwined as they watched their daughter sleep.

"Goodnight, mi amor," Rio whispered, brushing a final kiss against Y/n’s forehead.

Agatha leaned down, her lips pressing softly to Y/n’s temple. "Sweet dreams, darling."

As they left the room, their fingers still intertwined, they returned downstairs to enjoy a quiet dinner together. The meal was simple but hearty—a stew filled with fresh vegetables from their garden and warm bread that Agatha had baked earlier in the day. They sat across from each other at the small table, their conversation quiet and easy as they ate.

Rio reached for the bread, tearing off a piece with a playful grin. "You outdid yourself again, Mama," she teased, using Y/n’s term for Agatha.

Agatha chuckled, sipping her tea. "It’s amazing what I can do when I’m not chasing after the two of you all day."

Rio laughed, the sound soft and warm. "Fair point." She leaned back in her chair, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. "I think Y/n inherited your determination. She didn’t want to stop until every last weed was pulled."

Agatha smiled, her expression tender. "That sounds about right. She’s got your energy, though. I don’t know how you kept up with her all day."

"Pure love," Rio replied with a wink, earning a fond shake of the head from Agatha.

When the meal was finished, they seamlessly transitioned into their nightly routine, cleaning the dishes side by side. Rio washed, humming softly, while Agatha dried and put things away. Their rhythm was comfortable, a testament to years of partnership and shared love.

As they finished, Agatha leaned against the counter, watching Rio wipe the last dish. "You know," she began softly, "these little moments… they’re my favorite."

Rio turned, a teasing smile on her lips. "What, washing dishes?"

Agatha rolled her eyes, but her smile never wavered. "You know what I mean. Just being here. Together."

Rio set the towel down and closed the distance between them, her hands finding Agatha’s waist. "I know," she murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Agatha’s forehead. "It’s my favorite too."

They stood there for a moment, the quiet of the house wrapping around them like a warm blanket. Then, hand in hand, they turned off the lights and went upstairs.

As they settled into bed, Rio curled up beside Agatha, resting her head on Agatha’s shoulder. Her fingers traced lazy patterns along Agatha’s stomach as the crickets’ faint song drifted through the open window.

"Goodnight, cariña," Rio whispered, her voice low and soft.

"Goodnight, my love," Agatha replied, her eyes already drifting closed.

The house grew silent, save for the steady breathing of the small family within. Outside, the stars continued to shine, a quiet witness to the love that filled their home.

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Under the Evening Glow

Y/n = Your Name

AgathaRio x daughter!reader!

The warm golden glow of the evening sun filtered through the partially drawn curtains, casting long, soft shadows across the small bedroom. Y/n, barely five years old, was nestled against Rio’s chest, her tiny hands clutching the soft fabric of Rio’s emerald-green robe. The embroidered vines and flowers seemed to come alive in the gentle light, a perfect backdrop for the intimate moment.

Rio sat on the edge of the bed, cradling Y/n close. The child’s dark brown curls, much like Agatha’s, were tousled and unruly, framing a face already halfway to sleep. Y/n murmured something indecipherable, her voice thick with the heavy pull of drowsiness. Rio chuckled softly, a sound that carried the warmth of a lullaby and pressed a kiss to Y/n’s forehead.

In the doorway, Agatha stood silently, one arm folded across her chest while the other hand rested lightly on the doorframe. Her sharp features, often etched with calm resolve, softened as she watched the two most important people in her life. The golden light caught the subtle streaks of silver in her dark hair, and her eyes glistened with quiet emotion.

She hadn’t meant to stop. She’d just finished cleaning up the kitchen and had been on her way to their bedroom to begin her nighttime routine when the sight of Rio and Y/n rooted her to the spot.

Rio, as if sensing Agatha’s presence, glanced up. Her smile deepened, and she mouthed, “She’s almost out.”

Agatha gave a small nod, her lips quirking into a faint smile. She leaned her head against the doorframe, content to stay there as an observer. She didn’t want to break the spell of the moment, this quiet magic that required no incantations or gestures.nodded

“Mami,” Y/n whispered, her voice barely audible as she snuggled closer to Rio, “will you stay?”

Rio’s hand moved in soothing circles on Y/n’s back. “Of course, mi vida. I’ll stay as long as you need.”

“Promise?” Y/n’s eyelids fluttered, fighting a losing battle against sleep.

Rio’s voice was a soft melody. “I promise.”

Agatha felt her chest tighten, a mixture of love and a pang of wistfulness. She often wondered if Y/n realized how much she meant to them, how she’d turned their house into a home. Agatha had been a solitary creature for so long, and Rio’s mischievous presence had been unexpected but welcome. Together, they had built a family that, though unconventional, felt perfect.

Y/n’s breathing evened out, her small frame rising and falling steadily against Rio. Carefully, Rio adjusted her hold, ensuring the little girl was comfortable. She looked back at Agatha, beckoning her silently with a tilt of her head.

Agatha hesitated for a moment before stepping fully into the room. The wooden floor creaked softly under her feet as she crossed the space to join them. She perched on the other side of the bed, her hand reaching out to brush a stray curl from Y/n’s face. The child didn’t stir, too far gone into her dreams.

“She’s been asking about the stars again,” Rio murmured, her voice low to avoid disturbing Y/n. “Wanted to know if they’d always be there to watch over her.”

Agatha smiled faintly, her thumb tracing gentle circles on Y/n’s hand. “She’s always been curious. Takes after you.”

Rio arched an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth tugging upward. “And stubborn. That’s all you.”

Agatha huffed a quiet laugh, her gaze lingering on Y/n. “She’s everything. Both of us and so much more.”

For a moment, they sat in companionable silence. The only sounds are the faint rustling of the wind outside and Y/n’s soft breaths. Agatha reached out, her fingers brushing against Rio’s. The touch was brief but grounding, a silent acknowledgment of their shared life and love.

Rio’s playful side emerged as she gently tickled Y/n’s side, just enough to make the little girl’s lips twitch in her sleep. Agatha gave her a look of mock disapproval, though her amused smirk betrayed her.

“What?” Rio whispered with a grin. “She’ll dream of laughing. That’s a gift.”

Agatha shook her head, her fingers lacing through Rio’s as they gazed at their sleeping child. “You’re impossible,” she murmured fondly.

“And you love me for it,” Rio shot back, her voice light with mischief.

Agatha leaned her head against Rio’s shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. “That I do.”

The minutes stretched into a tranquil eternity as the room was bathed in the deepening hues of twilight. Outside, the first stars began to appear, faint pinpricks of light against the darkening sky. Y/n stirred slightly, nestling closer to Rio with a soft sigh.

“Mama?” Y/n’s voice was barely a whisper, her eyes still closed.

“I’m here, sweetheart,” Agatha replied softly, her heart melting at the sound.

“You’ll stay too, right?”

Agatha’s hand smoothed over Y/n’s hair. “Always. Both of us will.”

Y/n’s lips curved into a faint smile before she drifted back into a deeper sleep. Agatha and Rio exchanged a tender look, their unspoken bond as strong as ever.

“Thank you,” Agatha said again, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Rio tilted her head. “For what?”

Agatha’s gaze remained fixed on Y/n. “For this. For her. For us.”

Rio’s smile was radiant, even in the dim light. “Always, mi amor. Always.”

As the night fully embraced their little home, they remained together, wrapped in a cocoon of love and quiet contentment. The stars outside seemed to shine just a little brighter, as if they, too, were watching over this small, perfect family.

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You guys I need help! I am have been trying to find this fic I read on here. It was an AgathaRio x reader and it was set during Agatha’s trial on the road but instead of Agatha getting possessed it was the reader. It was super cute and adorable! I think in the beginning the reader, and some of the coven were talking about if they would survive a horror movie because the trial was 80s slasher summer camp themed. I have been looking for it everywhere but cannot find it! Does anyone know what I am talking about??