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Guys I need a fanfic about Rio's family Infinity, Fate, Life, Time, Eternity, Entropy, and Eon, meeting Agatha for the first time. Them wondering who's this human/witch that has turned Death into a whipped puppy and has her bending the rules and sulking. Can you imagine the family dynamics? ESPECIALLY if Rio's the youngest and they go meet Agatha without Rio knowing.😂😂

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#girl me too

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ASSEMBLED: THE MAKING OF AGATHA ALL ALONG (2024)

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Marvel Studios’ Assembled: The Making of Agatha All Along

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It's been absolutely awesome watching Kathryn Hahn and Aubrey Plaza work together, especially here in the final battle. For each take, they rile each other up. Witch cackles galore.

Marvel Studios' Assembled: The Making of Agatha All Along

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Is this really how you see yourself?

Agnes of Westview vs. Agatha Harkness

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It beats for you.

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# taking “undressing her with my eyes” to a whole other level

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AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.01 | 1.08

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Why do you let them believe those things about you? About Nicky?

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Dyingful

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She’s so hot 💜

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i love when tragedies are like —

happy birthday, @elssbethtascioni ❤

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Even Death has a heart & it keeps on breaking

Agatha Harkness / Rio Vidal Smutty angst? NSFW (no fr it has a bit of sexual content), top!Rio, bottom!Agatha

Death was found in many religions and mythologies. It was feared by most, revered by others, but no matter what it was the one certain event that no one could avoid. And despite how many tried to cheat it, sooner or later, Death came to all as it was the natural order of all things.

Agatha Harkness, however, was a disruption to said order. For, you see a long time ago Lady Death had fallen irrevocably in love with the purple witch.

She was Rio's sole exception, the only one who'd managed to make Rio bend or entirely break the rules.

Special treatment. That’s what Rio had believed it to be, yet the hatred and anguish blazing in those defiant blue eyes as she demanded for Rio to stop pursuing her finally made the immortal realize just how selfish she’d been when it came to Agatha.

First rule she broke had been to allow herself to fall in love with the witch. Death should never let itself to experience humanity; a cosmic being could not afford such weaknesses. Yet Rio truly was weak for Agatha. And it was a lapse that yielded to the creation of life “from scratch”. Yet another rule broken...

“Rio,” the witch whimpered in that sweet tone that dripped with need for Death’s touch. A touch others spent a lifetime dreading, there her witch was, desirous for it. The cry she let out could not be denied any longer as Rio finally entered Agatha with two fingers. A low, guttural moan clawing from the depths of Rio’s throat when her digits were welcomed by tight, wet heat.

“Mi amor,” the reaper of souls groaned approvingly at the feeling of Agatha’s walls stretching eagerly around her digits. Her hips rising to meet Rio’s thrusts as the witch’s nails clawed into her bare back.

Rio could only hiss her pleasure at the delectable pain Agatha inflicted while she worked her fingers inside her; pumping in and out. So good. So damned good. The feeling of having Agatha writhing underneath her, spread for Death and greedily taking her fingers while moaning sweetly for Rio. Begging for something forbidden.

“Please, my love.” Agatha moaned, soft and desperate, full of need and yearning. “Give in to me…” she pleaded, as if Death was not excessively indulgent to her every whim. “Make it so.”

Were it anyone else begging, Rio would have no qualms denying their pleas. But not Agatha. Rio was too far gone, completely lost in the way the witch’s body reacted to her —lost in the feeling of Agatha’s bare skin against hers, the way she breathlessly responded to Rio’s claiming, sensual kiss. How she gripped her shoulders and arched to meet Rio’s every thrust as she moaned for more. Honestly, how could Rio do anything other than comply.

There was something raw and primal in the way Rio stared at her lover once she broke the kiss and her long fingers pumped in and out of Agatha. The heel of her hand pressing against her clit as Rio’s thrusts picked up speed, making Agatha cling to Death itself to steady herself and meet the relentless pace with which she was being deliciously stretched and filled.

The rhythm set by Rio had them both moaning, and Agatha’s cries of ecstasy filled the cottage, resonating off its wooden walls while Rio claimed her sweet witch, indulging her insatiable appetite for Agatha as she plunged deeply and wildly into her.

The air around them grew thick with static charge. The ground beneath humming as the flames in the lit fireplace danced to the tune of a powerful energy that radiated off the two beings engaged in the throes of passion while the bed frame creaked under the punishing motions as their bodies moved in unison.

Agatha’s pliant body trembled with pleasure, and Rio’s tempo didn’t falter as inner walls clenched around penetrating digits, hungrily consuming the green force that began pulsing from Death’s fingers.

“That’s it, love.” Rio encouraged, her breath icy against the siphoning witch’s heated ear. “Take it all, every last drop.” The command was sealed with a hard kiss as Rio hungrily forced her tongue into a more than receptive mouth, taking away Agatha’s control, though the witch seemed to happy to relinquish it, falling further into submission as she was kissed ardently and fucked thoroughly.

...Rio had meant it when she had promised forever all those years ago. And she’d believed that Agatha had too. It was why she never stopped looking for the witch even after Agatha claimed to hate Rio and hid behind all that dark magic.

But here, in this fabrication of the Witches’ road conjured up by a child’s imagination, Death was able to finally understand that Agatha didn’t want her. Not anymore.

While Rio’s black heart beat only for the witch, Agatha’s harbored hate and resentment for her, eclipsing whatever tenderness she might have once felt for Rio.

And it was finally clear to see… for centuries Rio had foolishly believed she was giving Agatha preferential treatment when in reality she’d only been taking from the mortal.

Agatha possessed the unique abilito to make Rio feel vulnerable in a way nothing else ever could, and it twisted her love into something possessive, toxic and petty. And in her desperate attempts to retain Agatha and the love they once shared, Rio had been inflicting unimaginable pain on the witch.

Perhaps that was the reason as to why Death was never meant to fall in love in the first place...

And there the object of Rio’s affections stood, bargaining with Death itself to be let go. The stipulation to the proposed deal was expressed in a somber tone of voice that showed how -even after all these years- Agatha remained grief-stricken, showed that the scars of her sorrow and heartbreak were still fresh. But above all else, it brought into focus just how much the witch desired to be rid of Rio’s presence in her life.

Rio’s tolerance to Agatha’s disdain had grown over time, and at that point she believed herself numb to the feeling of having the woman she loved display mostly bitterness and hostility towards her. Yet, when hearing Agatha’s demand, a fresh pain stabbed at Rio’s chest; like a knife sinking into her flesh and piercing an already fractured heart.

The mortal's words took all the fight right out of Rio, who for over three-hundred years had been waging a losing battle.

It was high time for her to admit defeat.

The witch had warned her, after all— she would hate Rio forever. And at long last, her vision was crystal clear; Death needed to let Agatha go.

“Okay,” her tone was vulnerable and utterly subdued as she agreed to the witch’s terms before she schooled her features behind a hardened mask, then took her leave.