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Agatha All Along Week — Day 1: Jealousy

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surprise surprise i’m late but who gaf!!!

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Agatha All Along Week Day 2: Fake Dating/Marriage

Summary: It doesn't hurt to lie about your wedding anniversary to get a free dessert does it? It doesn't hurt to keep pretending you're married to celebrate your anniversary night does it?

Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor/Agent Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: White Wedding by Billy Idol

*Italicized parts are lyrics from song inspo above*

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"I hope you two have a wonderful anniversary!"

Agnes stopped mid-chew of her steak as the waiter placed down a plate with expensive looking cake and two dessert forks for them to share. There was a lit sparkler shoved right in the middle of the dessert; Vidal beamed up at the waiter and gave him their thanks. Agnes waited for them to be alone once more before swallowing the chunk of meat in her mouth.

"Oh, come on...free cake!"

Vidal whispered as she picked up the dessert fork to dig in. She waited for the sparkler to die out before removing it and placing it onto her napkin. Agnes finished chewing and swallowed her dinner, nodding her head as her eyebrows rose up questionably.

"Anniversary of?..."

She put her fork down and stared at the dessert fork in front of her, wondering if she should play into whatever little game Vidal was playing here. The restaurant was highbrow enough and now for sure, they were going to be deemed suspicious if they ever came back here and pulled the same stunt again.

"Of us, silly...come on, have some of our anniversary cake...we are celebrating oh...how long as it been, my handsome wife?"

Vidal smiled before scooping up another little piece of cake and popping it into her mouth. She closed her lips around the fork and smiled again. She loved nothing more than to push Agnes' buttons and make her squirm just a little; filling her mind with thoughts that were usually borderline inappropriate. She knew 'wife' would strike a different nerve altogether and was right about it as she watched Agnes adjust the collar of her shirt.

"Depends on who you ask, doesn't it?"

Agnes finally picked up the dessert fork but hesitated as she continued to watch Vidal enjoy herself. Obviously this was more than just a ruse to get free cake; Vidal always had other motives for doing things like this. Usually, Agnes mused as she swiped up a piece of cake with her fork, it meant that Vidal wanted to push some sort of limit they had never pushed before.

"Well...we should finish up and head back home, shouldn't we? Anniversary nights and whatnot..."

Agnes scoffed as she set her fork down and nodded her head; mind already churning with what could possibly await them when they got home. Vidal was without a doubt up to something and now Agnes was burning to know exactly what.

There ain't nothin' sure in this world/There ain't nothin' safe in this world

Agnes parked the car in their driveway and waited for Vidal to get out before she got out and locked the car behind them. Vidal was making her way up the walkway to the front door; taking care not to trip on the stones with her heels. Agnes was right behind her with a cautious hand outstretched just in case Vidal stumbled back.

"Let me get the door for you..."

Agnes quickly offered as Vidal stopped in her tracks, letting Agnes move by her to fish her keys out of her pocket to open the door. Vidal eyed Agnes up and down; smiled at the thought that the woman standing in front of her with her dress pants and dress shirt was all hers.

"You should carry me inside, Romeo...it is our anniversary after all..."

Vidal was only half teasing with her words as Agnes half turned just enough to allow Vidal to walk past her and inside. But, Vidal stood there and sized up Agnes instead. The detective could feel her face flush as she took the liberty now to glance over Vidal and the always beautiful, always stunning dress and heel combination she would piece together for nights out like this. Agnes swore it was her superpower to always look so fucking good without even having to try.

Agnes moved swiftly back to her position behind Vidal but closer; close enough to bend her knees and lift Vidal up into her arms. Vidal fell into it with ease, with knowing. She allowed Agnes to carry her bridal style into the house. She watched over Agnes' shoulder as the detective used the back of her foot to close the door behind them as they now stood in the hallway. Vidal turned her head so that she was looking at the side of Agnes' face. The agent leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to Agnes' temple.

"Take me up to bed, handsome..."

There ain't nothin' pure in this world/I look for something left in this world

Agnes put Vidal down when they got to their bedroom. She set her down and stood there still, watching Vidal stare into her eyes with nothing but love. Agnes bit her lip as she didn't dare pull her gaze away; some different spark had been ignited between them and Agnes wanted to see now where it would go.

Vidal slipped her heels off before turning herself around so her back was to Agnes. Silently, she brought her right arm up behind her back; signaling silently for Agnes to help her with the zipper. The detective sucked in a breath as she took a step forward and took the metal pull between her fingers before slowly sliding it down. The zipper ended just past the small of Vidal's lower back.

Agnes watched as Agent Vidal slipped out of her dress; watched it slink and bunch to a heap on the floor around her feet. She stepped out from it with her heels still on and turned back around to face Agnes.

"I thought white would be appropriate..."

Agnes' eyes went wide as she realized the underwear set Vidal was wearing. White lace that was purposefully revealing and purposefully see-through in all the right places. Agnes licked her lips without thinking about it as she soaked Vidal up. All of this for a fake anniversary?

"Hey..."

Vidal nodded as she watched Agnes' facial expression change from confusion to realization; watched as the detective's face went from uncertainty to full blown lust. Vidal smiled as she took the opportunity to walk backwards slowly until she felt the back of her legs hit their bed. She hoisted herself up slowly; shoes and all and brought out her right hand with her pointer finger curled. She beckoned Agnes to follow.

And Agnes did; of course she did.

She walked towards the bed until she stopped right in front of it; her shins hitting the frame. Vidal sat up on her knees as her other hand came up to join her right to undo the buttons on Agnes' dress shirt. Vidal started from the bottom and worked her way up until she was at Agnes' neck.

Agnes felt Vidal's finger slip in between the notch of her tie before loosening it so she could yank it apart with one pull. Vidal collected it in her hands before she threw it around Agnes' neck. Agnes shrugged her shirt off and felt Vidal yank down on the tie; pulling Agnes down closer and at the same time, making the silk around her neck tight.

"You like that, handsome? You like that feeling of..."

Vidal's words slipped away as she quickly used both of her hands to tie a knot and pull the ends until it pressed hard against Agnes' throat. She watched as the detective's eyes widened and her fingers curled and grip the sheets besides Vidal.

"...me tying the knot? Oh, I bet you do..."

Vidal pulled even tighter and watched Agnes' eyes close and mouth open. The two of them weren't that big into choking or being choked but when the opportunity arose; Vidal was there to take it so long as Agnes was willing to receive it.

"We should do this more often...you and me, posing as a married couple...we could even get rings to wear when we go out...to work..."

A choking sound filled the bedroom as Agnes tried to reply despite her neck being compromised by compression. She felt like her nails were going to burrow holes through the sheets with how hard she was gripping onto the fabric; trying to get some semblance of balance as she hung over Vidal.

It was sudden but Agnes felt the ease around her neck for a hot second before it came again. She opened her eyes to see that Vidal had made one end of the tie longer that was still in her hand and the other end short and almost knotted around her neck. Agnes was going to open her mouth to speak until Vidal beat her to it.

"Kneel."

And Agnes did; of course she did.

She moved down as much as she could before she watched Vidal shift herself and slink off of the bed to stand in front of Agnes; the toe of her heel against Agnes' knees. She pulled on the tie which forced Agnes to look up at her; Vidal's dark hair and the stark white of her underwear set. Agnes felt like her brain was going to explode with so many different sensations and emotions rushing through her.

"Do you like being my wife?"

And Agnes nodded without a second thought.

"Do you like belonging to me?"

And Agnes nodded a second time and felt the burn of the carpet on her knees.

"Do you like it when I use you?"

And Agnes nodded for a third time as she felt the tie get tighter around her neck as Vidal started to move her legs.

Agnes would have to follow and she knew it.

Nothing but hot shame filled her and then a quick release of desire as she crawled along the carpet. She knew Vidal was smirking at her as she led her around the room; around the bed to the other side. The corner of the room where the standing mirror was placed; Vidal wanted to show her off this way.

Agnes lifted her head to look up at herself in the mirror, to see her position. She could see the flush in her cheeks and felt the burn behind her skin. The length of the tie was up and behind the back of her head to where Vidal was holding onto the other end.

"Do you see that, Agnes? How handsome you are when you're down on your knees for me and only me?"

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Love In My Arms

Agatha All Along Week: Day 7 - Breeding

Summary: "Something on your mind, handsome?” Rio asks her eventually, probably noticing Agatha’s somewhat restless energy. “I’ve been daydreaming a little. About us.” Rating: Explicit Pairing: Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal

Content: daddy kink, ejaculating strap, breeding kink (duh)

@agathaallalongweek I am exceptionally late with this but oh well.

An ache begins to form in Agatha’s heart.

It’s subtle at first: the constant need to keep Rio close, to hold her, to provide for her becoming stronger than ever.

She understands it when she finds Rio in the kitchen one day, singing along to the music she was listening to while making bread for the station's barbecue in the evening. It’s a hot day and Rio is wearing the prettiest summer dress, her hair up in a messy bun and no shoes on her feet.

Agatha loved the way Rio shifted so fluidly between her feminine and masculine side, simply taking each day as it was without overthinking it. Thanks to Rio Agatha had become kinder with herself as well. She wasn’t close to something she would call self-love but she respected herself and felt comfortable in her own skin more often than not these days – and how couldn’t she when Rio always loved her so fiercely, so complete with everything she was.

Her hands she often found too rough, had been kissed tenderly, held protectively and were often Rio’s way to ground herself during bad days.

Her shoulders that had been called too broad had carried Rio after long nights out, worked to build her raised beds for all the herbs she liked to grow and flexed beneath Rio’s nails digging into her skin as she unraveled her again and again.

Her breasts she sometimes tried to hide because she thought she had to in order to fit the way she presented herself were kissed and touched lovingly after days of binding and complimented on when she spent especially hot summer days at home shirtless.

Rio loved all of her and she loved all of Rio. Unconditional love. Something they both dreamed of in their youth but never imagined to be actually possible. Both had grown up with families that took and pushed without stopping to think about what their children needed. Boundaries were unheard of and acting up was punished or shrugged off. They were luckily past these people now – a lone sign of their existence being at most an unread Christmas card in the mail.

They had each other. They were a family.

And now Agatha was still standing in the doorway of the kitchen and her heart keeps on growing. Her feet carry her over to Rio and she doesn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around her from behind. She kisses her neck and breathes in the fresh scent of her shampoo.

“You’ve been standing there for a while,” Rio notes, a playful undertone in her voice. Ever the observant FBI agent. “Did you like what you see?”

“Very much so.” She rests her chin on Rio’s shoulder; her own boots and Rio being barefoot granting her a height advantage she usually didn’t have. “You’re breathtakingly beautiful, my love.”

Rio laughs in delight. “Want to try some of the sample bread? I’ve kept it in the oven to keep it warm.”

“A sample bread. You really won’t leave anything to chance.” Agatha kisses her shoulder then and let’s go of her before moving to the oven. “The whole house smells delicious,” she says as she pulls out the tray.

“It’s the rosemary. Gives it a little kick.”

When Agatha had tried the bread and moaned a little bit exaggerated at the taste, she hops onto a part of the kitchen counter Rio wasn’t using and watches her working for a while.

“Something on your mind, handsome?” Rio asks her eventually, probably noticing Agatha’s somewhat restless energy.

“I’ve been daydreaming a little. About us.”

“Nice things I hope?”

“It’s about what we’ve talked about a while ago. When I wasn’t sure yet. I… I think I am now.”

Rio tilts her head a little, obviously doing some mind gymnastics in search of needed context, before it clicks and her eyes widen, head turning to her girlfriend.

“You want to have a child?”

Agatha nods carefully, with both happiness and fear. “Yes. I think we would do a great job at being parents and…” she has to smile a little as she thinks about it. “Honestly I think that’s it. We would love our child and do our best for them. It doesn’t need more reason. I just want a child with you. Share our love.”

Rio pulls her in for a kiss so fast that she almost falls forward.

Agatha can’t keep her hands to herself for the rest of the day. She spends the entirety of the barbecue hovering around Rio and fussing over her, so much so that Rio eventually snaps at her and bans her from coming near her for at least twenty minutes.

Figurative tail between her legs Agatha trails off to the small circle of her colleagues surrounding the grill and the chief hands her a beer while another detective looks at her with sympathy.

“Feeling some extra TLC today, Harkness?” she asks and laughs when Agatha glares at her. “What? You’re the definition of ‘look at my wife, I love my wife’.”

“She’s not even my wife,” Agatha grumbles.

“Yet,” the chief chimes in.

“Will you mind your own business?”

“I’m just saying.”

Agatha sighs and throws Rio the saddest look she can muster. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work and somehow she manages the entire terrible twenty minutes of separation.

A few days later Agatha corners Rio the second they get home from work. They have a long weekend ahead, courtesy of Agatha bullying the chief, and she has every intention of making each hour count.

She’s holding Rio from behind and kisses her neck a few times before asking the question that had been burning on her mind since the day of the barbecue.

“Should we start trying?”

“Someone’s eager,” Rio says amused but she sighs when Agatha’s lip find one of her favorite spots.

“We didn’t have time all week,” Agatha notes and pulls Rio’s hips against her crotch, the bulge of her packer pressing against her ass. “I’ve become impatient.”

Rio gasps softly. “Agatha…”

“Do you feel me, babe?”

Rio nods, grinding back on her own accord now. Agatha groans and tightens her hold on her.

“I want to take my time with you. I want to undress you, I want to eat you out,” she mumbles into her ear, her hands moving up Rio’s waist. “And when I made you come so good that you’re shaking and begging for me I want to take my cock and fuck you. Slow and deep.” She moves her lips slightly, giving Rio the smallest idea of what was to come. “I am going to breed you tonight. I am going to fill you up until my cum leaks out of you. And when that happens I am going to fuck it right back into you where it belongs to make sure that it sticks.”

Agatha works absurdly fast as they get to the bedroom, grabbing a harness and the brand-new squirting dildo she had bought before digging further into the drawer to find the bottle with the cum-colored lube.

Rio watches her, equally turned on and enamored with her girlfriend, but before she can comment something Agatha kisses her in a way that almost makes her knees buckle and asks her to wait for a moment.

She goes into the bathroom, takes all clothes except her boxers off and fumbles the packer out of its pouch before stepping into the harness and fastening it. Her hands shake a little in excitement as she fills the syringe connected to the toy but once everything is in the right place she feels the weight of what the evening would entail settle right back into her mind. This wasn’t just one of their little games, it was the pledge to a step they would be taking together in the future.

The day before they made the decision to wait until next summer, when Rio would find out if the FBI would finally make her position at the Westview police station a permanent one after four years and then they would look into both adoption and IVF. It was exciting – it made Agatha lightheaded.

Now however she rushes back to Rio.

Agatha undresses her slowly, kisses and touches every inch of skin exposed, tells her how beautiful she is and that she can never get enough of her. When she sinks between her thighs Rio is wet and aching for her. She sighs Agatha’s name in the prettiest way when she comes and they spend minutes with making out after before Agatha pulls away again.

“Bend over. I want to see you.”

She’s kneeling behind Rio, teasing her folds with the tip of her strap before sliding the tip into her – just enough to stretch her a little.

“Agatha… fuck me

“Try again.”

“Please. Please fuck me. I need you. Need your cock.”

Now pleased Agatha proceeds, setting a slow pace to help Rio with adjusting to her.

It’s minutes of this until Rio whines for her to go faster, to go harder.

“You should see how pretty your pussy looks when you take me,” Agatha says with a gasp, her eyes fixed on the silicon shaft – shiny with Rio. “So fucking tight, clenching around my cock. I am going to cum in you soon, fill you up.”

“You’re going to make me a mommy, aren’t you, daddy?”

Something inside of Agatha’s brain detonates and she grunts through gritted teeth as she switches to a brutal pace with her thrusts. “Fuck – yes baby. You’re going to be growing our child in no time. I’ll keep you bred properly until we know for sure. Daddy can’t wait to see your belly swell, the way your pretty tits will grow. Everyone will know that you are mine.”

Rio topples over, followed by Agatha who slides a hand between Rio’s legs so she could touch her clit.

“Fuck, daddy-“ Rio whines beneath her. Agatha can see her white knuckles as she clings to the sheets.

“You’re taking me so well, baby, do you think you’re ready for my cum?”

“Yes, I want it – need you…to breed me.”

Agatha, almost beside herself from lust, reaches for the syringe snuck between the waistband of her boxers and her skin and pushes her thumb down while thrusting hard into Rio one more time – staying still as the cum spills into her.

It takes only a few more fast circles rubbed against her clit for Rio to come with a cry of Agatha’s name, her body trying to thrash around but Agatha presses her down with her own weight, keeping her pinned in place between herself and the mattress.

“Stop moving and take it,” she growls into her ear. “Take. My. Cum.” She accentuates each word with a sharp snap of her hips.

“It’s too much, daddy…” Rio mewls but presses her ass back against Agatha to keep her right where she was as she rides out her orgasm.

“Oh, is it?” Agatha tuts and pulls almost completely out of Rio’s stretched out cunt which has her whine even louder. “Do you want me to stop?”

Rio shakes her head. “No.”

“Good girl. Now, get on your back.”

When Rio doesn’t move on her own Agatha turns her around, a little concerned about her until she sees the wide and blissful smile on her face.

“Are you too fucked out to move?” She asks and laughs when Rio nods. “Speaking is also not possible?”

“I am perfectly content right now, shh. Don’t disrupt the vibe.”

“Gods, you are so adorable,” Agatha sighs and leans down to kiss her deep and slow. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

The tension builds again slowly, their hands moving lazy while their mouths meet in loving kisses. When Rio reaches between them and grabs the toy Agatha smiles against her lips.

“Back inside,” she orders and Agatha follows suit. She slides into her with no resistance; the lube and Rio’s cum making it perfectly smooth. “you wanted to fuck your cum back into me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Agatha jokes and stills for a moment when she’s fully buried inside of Rio again. They hold eye contact as Rio begins to move her hips, fucking herself with Agatha’s cock.

“So greedy,” Agatha groans. “Making sure not to waste a single drop of my cum. What a good girl you are for me.”

Rio’s movements soon falter until she stops with a pitiful whine. Agatha feels her thighs shaking – sees the way her chest rises and falls fast. She’s sweaty, she’s flushed – a beautiful mess just for Agatha to enjoy.

“Exhausted from coming twice already, hm?” Agatha leans forward, supporting herself with her hands positioned next to Rio’s arms. “Do you want daddy to help you, pretty girl? I can feel you clenching around my cock.” She pulls out slowly, before harshly thrusting back into her.

“Yes, please please, fuck me, daddy,” Rio sobs and grabs Agatha’s wrists.

She lasts barely a minute this time – overstimulated and still so hungry for more that it doesn’t take much from Agatha. A few thrusts, a little twist of her hips and Rio is seeing stars.

“Shit,” Agatha curses and lies down next to Rio, still half draped over her body.

“Yup, I’d be definitely knocked up now if this was legit cum.” Rio nods in thought as she looks down between her legs where a rather impressive puddle had built up.

Agatha laughs and kisses Rio’s neck. “A little bit of practice can’t hurt, right? Wanna go take a bath?”

“If you carry me.”

“Aw. Pretty princess needs to be carried.” She teases but Rio doesn’t let it get to her.

“Yes, she does.”

Rio gets into the water first and sighs pleased when the warm water surrounds her slightly aching limbs. She smacks Agatha’s ass when she steps into the bathtub as well and giggles at the offended look she gets in return.

“You are such a little shit,” she remarks before settling between Rio’s legs and leaning back against her chest.

“You love me.”

“I do.”

“That was really fun,” Rio hums after they’ve been enjoying the warm water and the skin-on-skin contact in silence for a while. “And really hot. Next time it’s your turn though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, you’re not the only one with mad breeding skills.”

Agatha sighs. “Has this become a competition now?”

“If I actually do get you pregnant I win.”

“If you get me pregnant I won’t even ask questions and just roll with it.”

“Because it would be some sort of miracle?”

“Because I love you and want your child.”

Agatha hears Rio’s sharp intake of air and just when she’s about to ask what’s wrong Rio wraps her arms and legs around her and pulls her in with such a force that Agatha shrieks in surprise – embarrassingly high-pitched.

“What the hell?”

“We are going to have a kid. You and me.” Rio says, completely in awe and Agatha hears her voice tremble a little which in turn drives some tears into her own eyes.

“Yes.”

“We are going to be great parents. I’ll be the cool dad and you’ll be the lame dad.”

“Excuse me? Why am I lame?”

“The Birkenstocks with the white socks…”

“Oh, you little shit.”

Agatha frees herself from Rio’s grip and stands up. She glares down at her but Rio seems to be more occupied with Agatha’s wet and naked body in front of her than her faux anger.

It’s silent for a moment until Agatha decides that Rio had done enough staring. She climbs out of the bathtub and wraps a towel around her waist after drying herself off haphazardly.

“Come back in here and let me fumble you.”

“I have a better idea. You apologize on your knees for calling me lame and I’ll let you eat me out.

With that Agatha turns around and marches back into the bedroom.

She is followed by the sound of water splashing and a few curse words as Rio hurries after her.

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Ever since aaaweek25 I’ve been thinking of a foxxay 🤝 agathario crossover. Would anyone read that or is it like, so 11 years ago?

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this week's fanfiction is also my (only, unfortunately, since i didn't have time to write more than that) contribution to this year's aaa week

learning something new (that wasn’t on the curriculum)

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Agatha All Along Week — Day 2: Fake Marriage & Day 3: Vampires

muscular rio makes me drool and bloodpotions is such a badass ship name but they are my soft babies

also nobody asked but i put on loop back to friends by sombr and destinasi cinta by siti nurhaliza for agathario and alicifer/bloodpotions respectively so it’s officially their theme songs now

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Agatha All Along Week — Day 6: Soulmates/Soulmarks

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another case of nobody gaf but i really fw agatha x jen

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Agatha All Along Week Day 5: Rio Gets Injured

Summary: Cowboy!Au. Vidal recounts her journey so far alongside Agnes out in the desert and the way their relationships holds out in the vastness of such a space.

Pairings: Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor/Cowboy!Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: Pony, the album, by Orville Peck & @evgar 's cowboy Agnes/Vidal art (naturally)

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I am up before everyone; including the sun and the stars. Agnes misses the rabbits again as they only appear at dawn and dusk when the sky turns her favorite color. She says purple, and I argue indigo, but we both know it's the color of the bruises I leave inside of her inner thighs on nights she can not sleep.

The dust always settles now before anything is awake enough to stir it, including the rolling heat that passes through the valley. Agnes can not stand it; wasn't built to endure the pressing and suffocating heat that envelopes us like a blanket. I love it; soak it in and watch as the rays change me. Almost like a flower reaching towards the light; growing towards it while Agnes shrinks back in fear of being burned.

She has been burned before; one can see it on the hard lines of her face. She carries it well, of course, but you know it's there like a bad sunburn from the inside out. I've already checked on our horses and brought them what they needed; cleaned the dust from their coats and ran my fingers through their tangled manes. Agnes still sleeps soundly in our tent; without a doubt, curled up to my green itchy blanket she loves dearly.

For someone as stubborn and direct as she is, she sure loves to sleep in and get a late head start on the day. The cotton candy clouds start to drift away and leave the almost white sky overhead to wreak havoc for the rest of the day. Searing hot; fat hitting a pan hot. I can't wait to watch the beads of sweat fall on Agnes forehead and down her neck into her blue plaid shirt where I'll no doubt strip off of her come dusk.

Dusk is her favorite time of day when the coyotes come out and the rabbits that she always says she misses. I don't understand her; how can she miss something like that? They're fast but catch the corner of your eye like a lightning strike. She misses them, she mumbles under her breath as she kicks off her well-worn boots to sit comfortably at the fire, they're too fast for me.

She said I was that rabbit once; almost missing me. She had seen me around, and when our paths almost crossed, she almost missed the opportunity; didn't know if I wanted to be with someone like her. But we worked well, and of course, we fit a groove in one another no one else did. Agnes was that perfect grooved piece; a little jagged and chipped, worn smooth like a river stone. But Agnes, fit me. Caught the speedy rabbit in her canine teeth like a coyote at dusk hunting its dinner.

Agnes was the coyote.

I heard the flap of the tent, and Agnes stumbled out with a groan as she pulled her shoulders back and let her muscles crack. She rolled her neck and spit into the dust; no moisture hit the ground with how hot it was already in the morning air. Everything was dry, and it was going to stay that way for a long, long time. Agnes knew it as she rustled around for her boots. I tossed her a lopsided grin as she did the same; nodded her head in my direction as if we were nothing more than two clouds passing one another in the sky. As if, last night, she hadn't had me between her teeth and whimpering into the quiet of the desert.

"You sleep ok, Vidal?"

Her voice was scratchy and dry. She desperately needed some water from her canteen. She may not need sunlight, but she needs water. I removed myself from my rock perch that we had put the tent near to block any sand storms from blowing it and getting into all of our gear; any cover and resistance was good. I made my way over to her and the embers of the fire from last night, the rocks in a tight little circle to keep the fire contained. Things could still burn in the desert; things had burned.

Agnes' hands on my hips as she guided me into our tent and placed me down onto our sleeping bags and the scratchy green blanket. The way her dust-coated hair hung limply over her shoulder in that messy ponytail she refused to ever fix. I felt like I had dust in my eyes, fire in my veins as she pushed her knee in between my legs and pinned me down so she could have her way with me. She wasn't one for talking or babying; wasn't one for striking up a conversation. Her eyes spoke loud enough just as her hands did; always talking, always speaking. Denim to denim until she mumbled about me taking my pants off for her, and before she knew it, both of our pants had come off and tossed into the corner of the tent.

I could feel the blanket underneath me, bunched in such a way that lifted my lower back upwards. Her knee came back, slotted in between my legs, and the sudden warmth of Agnes thigh against my skin made me moan. Her eyes sparkled like the fire we had left alone just outside the tent to ward off anything or anyone who thought it was a good idea to get close.

Agnes was the only one I ever let get close.

The heat outside had evaporated rapidly, and the coolness of the desert unfortunately didn't find its way into the tent; not when Agnes was looming over me and ready to strike. Her teeth found my neck before I even realized it; holding me down as her knee worked a little into me. I knew she felt the slick coating her hot skin; felt the way my body would give me up before my words ever did. The way I reacted to her touches wasn't without doubt. She was, in some ways, my sunlight.

I was, in some ways, her moonlight.

Cool and calm and collected; she found her solace in me as her knee slipped away and was replaced with her strong and study hands, her fingers. She cupped me then, held me close, and traced her fingers over me like a map. She was plotting her next move, her next trail. The way her fingers moved on my skin was indicative of someone who had mapped before and read things into everything; found the path in the stars above and the way the cactus grew sporadically in pockets of stone.

Not something to be conquered but something to be coveted.

She reminded me of an indigo blot in the sky; dark in the distance but lighter the closer you get to the horizon. She was my indigo sky at dusk and dawn, when the heat melted away and the cold came through.

Her fingers pressed a little deeper into me now; anchoring me to her. Tethered like a good lead rope; a stake into the ground to hold our tent in place. She wouldn't let me, not that I ever wanted her to. Held in place as I rocked my hips to her, and my hands held onto her shoulders to get even closer. Her mouth had unlatched from my neck so she could breathe heavy and wet against my soon-to-be bruised skin.

She and I were covered in bruises and bites and scratches. We painted each other like it was the only canvas we would ever put paint to; like it was the only medium we knew we had some skill in.

The only injury we ever gave one another was the bleeding hearts we carried in our rib cages that couldn't be mended.

She was running from something, and I was running towards it.

It was a strange dance, the way we gave into one another. She filled me in ways she needed filling, and I held what she gave me in ways I needed being held.

I could feel her fingers curl upwards now and press hard and deep into that spongy tissue she only knew how to work in my favor. She had found the X on the map and made sure to stake her claim each and every time. I allowed her, of course, wanted her to stay planted here for as long as she could.

She turned her face to look into mine; stared into my eyes as I did into hers. Blue like the sky during the hottest time of day and mine, brown like the soft fur of the rabbits she swore she never saw.

Vast and deep like an ocean

Dusk and dawn and coarse, coarse

dirt that clings under your nails and never

falls away. Not even when her lips are pressed so

gently and tightly to yours. Maybe the softest thing

you'll ever find out in the desert. Insult to injury in the form of

bruises coating the side of your breasts as she bites down

onto your soft skin. She won't let go, will never let go. Tethered

here now like a hitch in place.

She will never let go. Blue plaid against a green wool blanket;

you cannot escape the coyotes jaws even if you tried because then,

you would be admitting the absence of love you

crave

so

desperately.

[ragnarockz]

Agatha All Along Week Day 4: Professors/Teachers

Summary: Cowboy!Au. Agnes reflects on how she and Vidal are both teachers and students to one another in this life they are trying to figure out.

Pairings: Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor/Cowboy!Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: We Ride at Dusk playlist & @evgar 's cowboy Agnes/Vidal art (naturally)

Italics at the end are from an excerpt from a Gay Cowboy Love Poem

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Vidal never failed to remind me how good of a teacher I am.

She said I was strong and oddly charismatic; convicted in my knowledge about a vast number of things. I could be patient when needed but also offer a firm hand and push. I was a teacher, and she believed herself, my student.

She would come to me in the blazing heat of the day and ask me if I knew how to fix and, teach her at the same time, how to fix her spur or the lining of her hat. She'd come up over the hill where she would ride her horse and ask me, as the dust settled around her feet when she dropped from Death, if I knew how to mend broken spirits and hearts and if so, teach her.

Always craving knowledge; always wanting to expand, Vidal swelled like the horizon and kept going farther and farther out until you couldn't tell anymore where the land and sky were separate from one another.

Maybe that's how she pictured us.

When we finally settled, like the dust did, and I built up our little cabin of a home; Vidal was front and center with her own hammer and nails. We'd work side by side to build it, and she made sure, stubbornly, to add her own touches.

My hand would ghost over hers as she held the boards to cut and when she would pick out straight nails from the can I kept them in. She would look at me with this determination in her eye and I'd had to drop what I was doing to wrap her up in my arms and pin her against the one wall we had managed to erect so far for our home.

Her eyes would spark as she looked down at my lips and let her hair snag against the freshly cut wood behind her head. Vidal was an adventure, territory I'd map out a thousand times and still find something new. She would teach me how to hold and touch her right. She would teach me how to use my tongue and lips and fingers properly.

"Make sure you lift your leg a little higher, Agnes...yes, just like that..."

Slotted in between her thighs; her eyes told me then that I had done a good job, a fine job.

"You're pretty smart, huh, Cowboy?"

And my heart would swoon as I made contact with my lips and teeth against her neck; desperately wishing that green bandana around it wasn't in the way so often.

When we got that house built; out of the way and up a trail that we had been on thousands of times, that was just far enough where it could just be the two of us, she begged me next time I went into town to grab her a rake, a hoe and, seeds.

"I'm going to teach you now how to tend the earth."

Not lost to me, but it had been some time; desert living in a tent doesn't give you the opportunity to grow much in such a barren landscape. We had learned that ourselves and tried to forget it.

She plotted out a patch of land that she toiled away herself until she ushered me over with the wave of her hand to come and take the hoe from her.

"Like this, Agnes...nice steady lines down...not too deep, we want the seeds to grow, don't we?"

I think I asked her something then about using fertilizer, and she reached out, grabbed me by my belt buckle, and dragged me into the cabin.

She had multitudes to teach me, and I knew it from the way she pulled off her belt and dropped her dirt-coveted jeans to the floor.

"Make sure you-"

But she didn't need to teach me that anymore; I had mastered it.

I did move my leg higher and closer, no more gap between my thigh and her pussy as she moaned deep and loud and let her hands grab onto the fabric of my shirt. Her face scrunched up slightly as she humped downwards; slow and methodical. It was like sowing seeds perhaps; nice steady lines up and down the thigh of my jeans where she made damp patches the longer and harder she went.

I didn't fathom then what she was alluding to with the seeds and the constant need to drag me away inside. This was a new lesson, and I, just a curious student. Vidal was the sort of teacher who would give you your lesson first and then explain afterward when a cup of coffee busied her hand. She would toss a sly smile my way, and my heart would leap, and she'd tell me then that,

"We are planting seeds for tomorrow."

I would take it with me as we rose together, early in the morning when fog hung around our home and in the garden patch. We'd water and weed and admire our handy work and wonder when the seeds would start to sprout from the ground. She'd pull her eyes away sometimes like I hadn't been listening but then bring her gaze back and let them rest on my waist.

A student never forgets it seems; she made sure I couldn't forget.

Those seeds had been long gone now. Thrown into the wind and let to dry out and die. That little boy I didn't get to know because nothing more came from that. He was a lesson that didn't include Vidal as the teacher. She was nothing more than a bystander. Nothing more than a hand-me-down collector of knowledge that made her uneasy and sad.

I wasn't sad any longer but that didn't mean she wasn't. Vidal, sad for things that were never hers and sad for things she wished she could unlearn.

Maybe her heart wouldn't be so sore if she didn't know about my boy before it was too late to do anything about it.

Maybe she wouldn't take me into her arms at night and sooth my back with one steady hand while the other, like a snake, coiled up my belly and claimed itself with my breasts. I would hear her in the night; louder than the crickets chirping and the coyotes howling as her words drifted into my ear and her sweet breath tickled my neck.

"I don't want you forgetting who you are..."

And I couldn't; not when she would teach me over and over again about the things I lost and the things I gained. Not when Vidal flipped me over onto my back and straddled me; her long dark hair covering her face like a bandit in the night. We had made sure our room when we built it and chose it, would gather moonlight from the window to beam down on us. She was illuminated in grayish-white as I watched her hands slip away from my body and lift up her nightgown and sit comfortably on top of me and, have her inside of me.

Fused together in some way that was both natural and unnatural, she wouldn't let me forget how much she loved me. She toss her head back and expose her neck and make me stare at the stiff peaks of her nipples. She'd coil her hand around my neck when she came back in; lowered herself to me so we were basically a breath away from one another. Her hips never stopped as she rolled front and back; steady lines up and down as each grind sent throbs right to my clit and made me tangle my fingers into her hair.

We only lost a few rows of our seeds; most likely pecked at by birds and dug up by squirrels. She told me we could buy more seeds and plant them; not all was lost out here in our garden. She said it with such power, with such certainty. Where were those words when there was no longer any hope for my boy? Would someone, anyone, had told me we could just try again? Would Vidal had said that to me if she was there then?

Would she want to try again? Would she want to go through more heartbreak after losing something so invaluable?

With or without my boy now; Vidal made it very clear that she did. She wanted something more from me and with me. More than the seeds in the garden that had begun to sprout tiny little greens that were so weak and fragile. More than the house we had built and made love in as much as we could. More than the desert we had left behind with all its secrets we would never know, could never know.

More than the need to be the teacher at all times or the students; forever in flux like the landscape, the sky and, the stars.

Oh, outlaw. Oh, spur in my side.

Oh, blue jeans & a thin layer of dust on everything,

even our mouths. A dip in the creek as a bath

for the heart. Tender as a slab of meat

& a thousand wild horses.

[ragnarockz]

Agatha All Along Week 2025 Day 3: Vampires

Summary: A full moon is the perfection combination for Vampire!Vidal and Werewolf!Agnes to establish the hierarchy of their control over one another

Pairings: Detective Agnes O'Connor/Agent Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: Lachryma by Ghost

*Italicized parts are lyrics from song inspo above*

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Night swirled in just as quickly as ever; Vidal and Agnes took that with a thankful acceptance. A full moon changed everything for them. It was the one and only time where they could give into themselves fully.

Agnes paced in one spot and felt the dried, dead leaves crunch under her feet as Vidal stood in one spot, completely still as her face was turned skyward. Vidal stared at the moon while Agnes hunched over as if she had been impaled through the gut.

"It's almost time, my love..."

Vidal whispered as she looked down at Agnes who was now, slowly shedding her clothes. She tried to put all of her belongings in a heap so maybe, possibly, she could come back to collect her things.

"If you think you're going to get a head start..."

Agnes growled under her breath as she turned her head slightly; catching Vidal's gaze as the two of them stared at one another.

Vidal smiled and flashed her pointed upper canines.

Agnes smiled back and flashed her pointed upper and lower canines.

The night was rolling in faster and the two of them could feel the changes taking over quicker and quicker.

Vidal moved like the wind; too fast for even Agnes to track her as she stood over the detective now with her hand outstretched to grab Agnes' neck. Vidal could feel the muscles of Agnes' neck ripple under her fingers and the animal blood now coursing underneath. Vidal smiled as she clutched tighter and bowed down to meet the side of Agnes' neck with her mouth.

She gently kissed the skin; smooth against tough as her lips pressed tightly. She could feel the blood coursing underneath and the power that laid underneath Agnes. It was something inherent yet dormant; much like her own gifted power.

Ripping through every poem/Like a vampire should/And it takes one to know 'em/Like I knew you would

Vidal opened her mouth wide and let her teeth graze against Agnes' skin before she unhinged her jaw a little wider and sunk her teeth into Agnes' flesh.

Vidal heard Agnes yelp and then scramble to push herself up onto her feet. Agnes couldn't move an inch; not with Vidal's hand and teeth at her neck. Agnes kicked at the earth beneath her as she tried to break free. All she could feel was her blood and energy slip away and into Vidal; so much so that it reminded Agnes of any other sexual act they had done with and to one another. It was just as intimate; a carnal and feral and innate desire and need for power, for union.

"Fuck...Vidal...please..."

Agnes whined as she basically laid herself down onto the ground and felt the earth shift beneath her. She knew that Vidal would not drain her completely; would not take her life away nor turn her into what she was. She allowed Vidal to feast because she trusted her and knew that Vidal needed this to survive.

Vidal's teeth pulled out and Agnes could feel the pressure release. Agnes moaned as if she had just allowed herself to release; orgasmic as the pressure subsided and she could feel herself once more. Numb yet fulfilled; lethargic yet empowered. Vidal's hand released from Agnes' neck and pushed her away; pushed her down into the dirt as she stood there as powerful as ever. Vidal was the dominant one now; the one fully in control.

Agnes hadn't even shifted yet and she knew, having no energy now, she would not be able to. The power that coursed through her veins was stalled and the animal inside would have to rest once more. The wolf inside of her was tamed once again by the power of Vidal.

"Good thing you already got undressed for me, love...not that you'd be able to do it now...you just relax...I got this..."

Vidal's voice sounded sweeter, more tempting and there was no way that Agnes was going to argue with her. The detective laid back onto the cold earth and watched as Vidal shifted unnaturally above her; towering over as she stood with Agnes caught between her legs. She had trapped her once more and Agnes knew she was at Vidal's mercy once again.

Agnes watched in silence as Vidal stripped away her clothes and tossed them into the heap that Agnes had started. Her skin was illuminated by the moonlight; her hair a dark halo around her head. The whites of her pointed fangs shone brightly when she opened her mouth to smile down at Agnes before she dropped down to her knees. Agnes opened up her legs a little wider to give Vidal room.

The vampire's head bowed as if praying to the woman laying before her. Agnes sighed in desire as her hands timidly reached down to run her fingers through Vidal's hair to hold her down, to hold her close as she physically could go. Vidal glanced up and smiled once more at Agnes before pushing her head closer until her lips made contact with Agnes' folds.

Vidal heard Agnes hiss through her canine teeth above her as she continued to kiss Agnes' hot skin with more determination. She could feel every muscle twitching against her lips; the silent plea to give her more. She would give Agnes more in due time but she knew that Agnes was always impatient.

"I'll get to sucking your clit...just relax..."

Agnes heard Vidal's words infiltrate her mind. It was something that Vidal's kind could do and it always threw Agnes off. She moaned in response so that Vidal knew she had been heard.

More sweet kisses and feathered touches until Vidal got the hint that Agnes was starting to push over the edge. Vidal couldn't have that; not when it wasn't under her power. Lips moved up an inch and her tongue slipped past her lips to lick up and around Agnes' twitching clit.

Vidal felt Agnes' claws drag across her scalp as she became more desperate. Vidal laughed against Agnes' clit as she changed the direction of her tongue; clockwise now to keep Agnes on her toes. The agent could feel Agnes' legs press hard against the side of her body. She was trying to squeeze Vidal like a vice; trying to take some of that energy she had taken back.

Vidal kept up what she had started and felt Agnes' hips start to buck rapidly towards her mouth. She was getting closer; almost on the precipice of her orgasm. Vidal, once again, wouldn't allow for Agnes to be in control.

Tongue pulling away so her words could be loud and clear from her mouth and not from her thoughts; this was almost like a slap on the wrist for Agnes to behave.

"You don't cum unless I let you... you know better than that..."

A deep growl cut between them as Agnes bucked her hips wildly once more. She was starting to get fed up, impatient. She had already been feasted upon and now she was being denied some semblance of ecstasy.

When had they decided that it was Vidal who would get the upper hand?

"You're...you're lucky I didn't get a chance to...change..."

Agnes barely managed to groan out as her nails sunk a little deeper, a little harder into Vidal's scalp. To Vidal, it felt nothing more than an irritating paper cut against her skin. She was indestructible and Agnes knew it.

"Oh, sure...of course...you keep telling yourself that..."

Another unnatural shift and Vidal had managed to slip from Agnes' grasp and free her head so that she was now sitting upright with her pointer and middle finger of her dominant hand already encircling the opening of Agnes' wet and clenching cunt.

Vidal watched those icy animal eyes dig into her soul before snapping shut and Agnes' head falling back into the hard earth beneath her.

"Ohh...that's it, Babe...you give yourself over to me and you'll get what you want...what you crave so badly it makes you look like a slut..."

Vidal's sweet words turned sour in Agnes' mind as they fell through the cracks of her brain. Another deep guttural groan slipped through her lips at the same time that Vidal's fingers slipped up into Agnes' cunt.

There was nothing for Agnes to do but lay there like the helpless, hopeless animal that she was and let Vidal take more from her. Blood and sweat and tears, cum covered fingers and tongue and lips and teeth.

Grit and dirt and decay; the light of the full moon giving way to both of these creatures that defined all sense of science and sense.

The vampire of the night couples with the werewolf of the night in their own terrible, lust-filled way that only made sense to them. A way that was only accessible to them.

To drain the blood of a Werewolf by Vampire was a connection built without convention.

To drain the blood of Agnes by Vidal was a connection built upon the transfer of control.

In the middle of the night, it feeds/In the middle of the night, it eats you

[byulyi]

a heart's a heavy burden

Agatha All Along Week: Day 5 - Rio gets injured

Summary: Agatha finds out that she is still Rio's emergency contact despite them being divorced. Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal

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"She did what?!" Agatha yelled at the nurse who had just called her in the middle of the night to inform her that her ex-wife had been injured in a bar fight. "You better make sure that she is conscious when I get there because I want her to feel it when I am killing her."

"Ms. Harkness, please, your wife is lucky that she didn't need to have surgery. I understand that you are angry but…"

"Oh, she is my ex-wife. I guess she didn't bother changing her emergency contact."

"We can call someone else."

"No, don't bother. I am already awake now, aren't I? I'll be there."

With that Agatha ends the call and for a moment she considers throwing her phone against the wall. Two months since their divorce and Rio had nothing better to do than to fuck with her life even further? Screw her.

She makes a point of pushing one of Rio's potted plants to the ground as she enters her apartment before stomping over to her bedroom. Mountains of clothes scattered all over the floor greet her. Apparently, she hadn't been able to decide on an outfit for the evening or she just stopped caring about keeping things tidy after Agatha moved out.

Agatha throws the doors of Rio's closet open and grabs a few pairs of sweatpants and shirts to toss into the suitcase she had brought with her. Knowing Rio, she hadn't bothered with buying her own set yet.

In the drawers she finds some underwear, socks, and unfortunately also her collection of sex toys. She slams the drawer shut again immediately, not wanting to be reminded of the times they were making very thoroughly use of them together.

The next annoyance of the night jumps into her eye as she looks at Rio's desk. Next to her two computer screens is a framed photo of Agatha grinning into the camera. A horrible picture in her opinion, but Rio had insisted on keeping it on her desk as she worked from home most of the time.

She takes the frame into her hands, torn between taking it with her or just tearing the picture in it apart. Agatha does neither of these things. Instead, she puts it back into its spot and leaves the room.

In the kitchen she finds Rio's phone charger and a picture of them both hanging on the fridge.

For someone who hadn’t even bothered with saying a word to her when they left the courthouse after finalizing their divorce she sure had an awful lot of reminders of their time together in the apartment. 

At the hospital she waltzes to the front desk, flicks her hair over her shoulder and glares at the young man occupying it.

"I am looking for Rio Vidal."

"Are you a rela-"

"I am her wife for god's sake. Just tell me where I can find her and you might get to live to see the end of your shift."

"Or I call the security because you just threatened me."

"Do you think this is your lucky day…" she takes a look at his name tag. "Billy? Really? Do your parents hate you?"

"Why are you so bitchy?" He asks, just as snappy.

"Because I was woken up in the middle of the night with the information that my wife was injured and I would like to go and see her now before I will grab your skinny ass and wipe the floor with it," she explains with a wide and predatory smile. Why was this boy trying to make her life harder than it already was?

"Fine! Jeez." He types something into the computer in front of him and almost takes a little too long for Agatha's liking. "Third floor, room 243. Please never talk to me again."

"I won't try to make it a habit, Bucky."

"It's Billy!" He calls after her.

"I don't care, Bobby!"

She hesitates a moment before softly knocking at the door. There's no reply but she enters anyway.

Rio looks terrible. Her left eye is basically swollen shut, there’s a stitched up wound on her cheek-bone and Agatha can tell there’s more blemishes on her body by the way she winces as she sits up in her bed.

“Agatha?”

"What happened?"

"I was out with Alice and Jen. Some dude didn't like it when they kissed."

"And you picked a fight."

"Damn right I did. He was bigger and meaner but I got him better.” She grins. Agatha wants to wipe it off her face. "Thank you for coming."

"Didn't have much of a choice, did I?"

"Changing my emergency contact wasn't really my first priority after everything.”

"True, your first priority was getting drunk and then sending me tons of messages with insults of varying degrees.”

"Agatha, come on. The divorce wasn't really a fair process.”

“If you wanted a fair divorce you should have considered talking to me first before handing me the papers."

"I thought it was for the best."

"You sure did." She regards Rio for a moment. Their relationship always had their highs and lows but the day Rio gave her both her engagement and wedding ring back would forever be one of the worst ones in her life. "I am leaving. There is everything you will need for a few days in the suitcase. Keep the damn thing and change your emergency contact. Best delete my number while you are at it.” She puts the key to Rio’s apartment on the small table next to her bed.

"Agatha."

"Bye."

"Agatha, please wait."

She reaches for the door.

"I love you."

"You forced me away by insisting on divorcing me without giving us the chance to work it out. I have a very hard time to see how this is supposedly love.

"I was scared after almost losing you.”

“So you sent me through hell to actually lose me but on your terms?” Agatha has a hard time keeping her voice down. “Do you know how fucked up that is?!”

“Yes. I am sorry. I am so fucking sorry.”

She looks at her, sees the woman she had vowed to love and protect long before they had even considered getting married, sees that same woman literally beaten down and crying.

Agatha knows better than to return to someone out of pity. She doesn’t pity Rio. She had gotten herself into all these messes.

“I’m glad you’re sorry. You should be.”

She knows Rio is broken down now - miserable and in pain. She’s looking past Agatha.

“Do you want me to get a nurse?”

Rio shakes her head. “Can you just sit with me?”

Agatha wordlessly takes off her coat, exposing the shirt she had been wearing to sleep.

One of Rio’s. Some way for her to stay connected to the woman she loved – despite it all.

If Rio notices she doesn’t comment on it. She mumbles a thank you when Agatha is settled into a chair a few steps away from the bed.

Agatha watches over her in silence. She’s watching over her when she drifts to sleep and she’s watching over her when a nurse comes to check in on her. They don’t try to send her away.

Only when the sun begins to rise and she can barely keep her eyes open anymore Agatha shifts. She gets up and moves the chair to the side of the bed before sitting down again.

Rio remains asleep when Agatha slips a hand into hers.

To hell and back.

[ragnarockz]

Agatha All Along Week Day 6: Soulmates/Soulmarks

Summary: Cowboy!Au. Uncertain in the possibility of souls/soulmates; Vidal searches for a confirmation in Agnes that they will always find one another - in this lifetime and the next.

Pairings: Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor/Cowboy!Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: We Ride at Dusk playlist & @evgar 's cowboy Agnes/Vidal art (naturally)

The quote Agnes quips is from A.R. Asher

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Agnes sat across from me at the fire with one leg up and her foot resting on the stone we had used to build the pit. Her hat was down low as if trying to hide from the fire that burned in front of us. She was unnaturally quiet for having such a busy day that I thought she was getting sick. A hand-rolled cigarillo dangled from between her chapped lips.

She hadn't lit it yet.

"Something on your mind, Cowboy?"

She looked up at me and tipped her hat back for a better look. The cigarillo moved with her lips as she broke onto an easy smile. It was then she remembered she had it still between her lips. Her left hand dove into her jeans pocket to take out her silver flip-lighter that had an etching of two vultures flying side by side. She lit her roll and puffed the smoke out like a chimney stack or a train; tried to make herself appear bigger than she was.

"Been thinking of this cabin and what we want to do with it..."

"What do you mean? We already live in it..."

Agnes shook her head and looked away; out to the wide where the small horse stable stood. There was something eating away at her, and I knew she wasn't going to tell me. Maybe not ever.

Agnes loved to be selfish with her thoughts. I had to do something, say something. She was going to suck on her tobacco all night and not say another goddamn word to me, and I knew it. We'd go back inside and get into bed; smelling like smoke and cigar and outside and Agnes true to form, would fall asleep holding me without another word out of her mouth. And me? Left up all night tossing over in my mind the words she didn't utter hours ago by the fire burning between us into the dark, starry night.

"There was someone in town the other day... talking about the soul..."

Agnes barely blinked as she puffed away and maybe pretended not to hear me. I stood up from my seat on the log and walked around the fire to take the empty spot beside her. She took her hat off and rested it on her right knee.

"They were talking about what happens to it after you die and how souls find each other over and over again into the next life..."

Silence from the stoic cowboy as she chewed on the end of the rolled up, dried leaf in her mouth.

"... Got me thinking about us...our souls. Do you think... they had found one another when we met? Have we met already before?"

Agnes scoffed as she blew her smoke away from my face. I could see the lines at the corner of her eyes deepen as she tried to hold back her laughter. She placed the cigarillo out from her lips and held it away so the smoke wouldn't choke us up.

"Sounds like something a drunk would spur on about... what? Soulmates? That's what you're getting at, Vidal? Do you believe in that?"

"Do you? I'm asking you..."

I could see her tongue poke at the inside of her mouth as she thought it over. The cogs in her brain were turning; trying to place proof with her belief. She was fighting something inside of her heart and mind before she opened up her mouth.

"We should get inside... head off to bed..."

This was unlike her; wanting to run off to bed without having a discussion about something, anything I threw her way. It was like she was avoiding me and the conversation; as if she was afraid to lean one way or the other or stand straight and tall like those odd trees out in the middle of the desert with nothing else around it.

"You're avoiding my question...do you believe in soulmates?"

I watched as Agnes took her hat off of her knee and placed it back onto her head before she stood up and plucked the cigarillo from her lips before flicking it into the fire that burned before us. She stayed quiet as she turned her back on me and headed up towards our cabin; off to bed to avoid any further discussion on the topic I had laid bare in front of her.

Sometimes with Agnes, the most common things were like pulling a dog's tooth.

I followed her up to our little cabin we had built together; followed her until we were in bed. We had both undressed in silence, in the dark. She had her back to me but I faced her and hoped she caught a glimpse here and there of how open I was allowing myself to be. How open I was letting my heart be spotted. She climbed into our bed and watched me as I stood tall and still and waited for her to address me in any way she knew how.

I wanted her to speak first.

"Come into bed, Sweetheart..."

"Are you scared of the souls you don't want to be tethered to?"

The silence hung around us as if it was nine months pregnant; heavy and languid. We didn't dare take our eyes off of one another in that burdened silence between us. Those same cogs by the fire were moving again in her mind and I could see she was trying to tide over the fight in her heart. In her soul.

"Some of those souls don't deserve to come back over and over again. There are people...people out there who have done awful, nasty fucking things and I-"

She caught herself then as she looked down at her naked chest; the blanket had slipped away when she had sat up a little more to face me in the dark.

"I...don't think they deserve to be attached to anyone. I don't want certain souls comin' back to find me in this life or the next..."

I nodded my head because I understood; of course I understood. She wanted to be free like those eagles that swooped overhead of us when we rode our horses down into the valley. Free like the coyotes and hares that roamed dawn and dusk. Agnes craved a freedom she knew she would be fighting for the rest of her life.

Did she think I would ever be the right key to open that door?

"What about me?"

It was a selfish thing to say as I finally got into bed and crawled over and on top of her. I pressed her down with my thighs; boxing her in so that I was sitting right on top of her. Bare skin to bare skin; I felt hers become hotter with each passing second and her roaming hands reached around to cup my ass and pull me in closer, pull me down deeper.

I stared into those eyes as if they were rare sapphires I would never see before me. The way her hair framed her face; pulling out both hard and soft features, I only hoped I would find Agnes O'Connor in my next life just like this. Did her heart scream the same things too? Did she feel it in her bones the string of fate we had between us; tying us up like herded cattle and pulling us along and far? Did she ever feel that tug in the lower pit of her stomach and feel the desperate hunger for me like I did her?

"What about me, Agnes O'Connor?"

Bolder. Louder. My arms locked around her neck as it was my turn to draw her in closer and seal the gap between us; like an ocean away. I knew we never felt that far from one another but this was different; this question that hung in the air between us was solid and heavy. Her words would be my only resolve and I was scared that she would only give me an answer in actions.

Agnes cleared her throat and closed her eyes and drew her brows together as if she was trying to remember something. Her words started slow and then became confident, sure. I beamed when they fell from her mouth and could hardly wait to seal the last one up with my lips pressed to hers.

"There...is my heart, and then there...is you...and I'm not sure there is a difference."

She pulled me down deeper and harder until our bodies were against one another's; heat and wet transferring between us. She moaned into my mouth and I brought my hands up the back of her neck to run through her hair. I felt her fingers dig deeper in the softness of my ass and knew then the desire inside of her ignited.

I rocked against her and she against me and we felt then, in that moment between us that what we had was sacred. Our bodies did a lot of that for us; showed us how special we were for one another. A right hand in a right glove and the same goes for the left. A true matching pair; worn down from so much love and use but we fit. I could feel her pulse against my skin and I knew she could feel me doing the same; exchanging body heat and slick; coating each other with each passing score of pleasure that rippled through our bodies as it came easily and freely.

Without judgement, without fear.

She was sure and truthful about the words she spoke to me. I was her heart and Agnes was mine.

And there was no difference between us; nothing that could outweigh the sun or the moon, the earth or the sky.

Rio Vidal and Agnes O'Connor were of one beating heart that filled every creek and dune and grass that brushed between our horses as we rode far and deep into canyons and plains; as we stole moments together by fires and inside of barns.

One single heart for all of our memories and feelings; thoughts and dreams. All the sadness Agnes poured into me I served with happiness. All the confidence and bathed me in I scrubbed away with fear.

One in the same; two halves of a whole.

Agnes O'Connor and Rio Vidal were enough for us now and would be forever more.

[ragnarockz]

Agatha All Along Week Day 7: Breeding

Summary: Cowboy!Au. Vidal recounts her experience with the unspoken desire between herself and Agnes to start a family and be parents.

Pairings: Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor/Cowboy!Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: We Ride at Dusk playlist & @evgar 's cowboy Agnes/Vidal art (naturally)

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She was shooting blanks down in the valley; the only target she chose was the horizon before her.

"We can't waste bullets on target practice."

Agnes would say as her gun hung low on her hip and her hat tipped back so I could see her eyes; blue as the cloudless sky.

"You've shot blanks before...you won't miss."

My voice was pushed around by the warm breeze that caught in my hair and made the green bandana around my neck flutter. Agnes loved the bandana; loved to hook her grit-covered fingers under it and pull me into hot kisses that were borderline predatory.

She took her horse and rode out that mid-morning to go shoot blanks while I kept my gun loaded and in my hand instead.

Many of those blanks she had fired I had begged her while on my knees not to be; wanting substance in them. She could only laugh and groan in my ear and against my hair and tell me if she could, she would.

And I believed her.

I believed that if she could do it, she would. Stubborn as the hard scraggly grass that grew out here between the rocks and out from the sand. That was Agnes. She would pin me down with her strong thighs and hips and plant herself inside of me and tell me without conviction that she would put a baby inside of me.

Gun at the ready for snakes while my free hand ghosted slightly over my stomach.

Would she be doing the same as she sat on her horse now? One hand on the reins and the other holding herself against her faded and worn shirt? Could she feel the swell? Had I done my duty?

She could have easily bucked me off of her last night as I climbed on top and tried her own methods. My thighs were strong but not like hers; a strength in sheer need. Desire clawed at her insides like an animal needing to be free.

My desire was gentle, soothing. I wanted to put her mind at ease and make her forget all of the horrible things she carried inside of herself. I didn't want to shoot blanks as I slipped myself inside of her and held fast, pressed deep and watched at her forehead wrinkled in absolute pleasure.

Shooting blanks to us meant two things now: alone time to gather your thoughts in the unrelenting landscape and, the aching, burning desire to give life to a place that felt devoid of it.

Agnes used to joke that we'd make good parents and live off the land while we did it. She'd build us a home somewhere green where I could have dirt at the ready and make things grow to my liking.

A seed is a seed and not a blank, she moaned into my ear one night as her fingers teased me inside of my jeans.

She always had this on the mind, it seemed; life from something so small.

A promise. A seed. A bullet.

And I couldn't detest her, not even when I was the one promising as I filled her up and made her plunge over the edge. She was beautiful when she let go, and those powerful, strong legs and arms sunk to the floor of our tent in heavy bliss.

Agnes held herself like she held her gun; a heavy grip that demanded ownership. She could be gentle if need be but I never asked her to; never begged for her to be that way with me. I wanted everything she had and everything she wanted to give and that was true when she coaxed my body to relax enough through nothing but love and security as she made herself home inside of me.

She said she loved how I felt and how she felt inside of me. She said she loved my tanned legs wrapped around her hips that held her close; pulled her in. Most times, it felt like she was chasing me even though I was on my back. Trying to catch up and hold me still; sink her teeth into me and catch me limp. She did, most of the time anyway, because of how good it always felt to have her inside of myself.

She would string promises then to me with each push forwards that filled me to the brim and triggered tears in the corner of my eyes. Promises that got caught up in my hair as she grabbed it and promises that carved into my skin with each bite she took into me.

Just like the stars in the sky, she strung her words and I knew by day they'd be gone. Some things you cannot hold onto, especially promises that result in blank shots. Sure, they felt real enough; felt good enough. The way my fingers grabbed onto anything to hold myself down and the way my toes curled as Agnes filled me; slower and sensual now as if this would without a doubt cause the seed to sprout, I knew it would never take.

Why should it?

Was that not our only downfall?

The only thing we could not wish upon and receive it?

She showed me once how to shoot blanks in the valley with her body pressed hard behind mine. I could feel the bulge in her pants that wasn't the silver belt buckle. I could feel her sweet breath on the back of my neck that made the sweat on my neck run cool. Her fingers laced over mine and her arm pressed to mine; feet locked together as she moved with me as I squeezed the trigger.

We shot them together; adjacent.

She said she was proud of me then; told me I was 'good' and a 'true cowboy'. I beamed like the sun that shone into her eyes and made her squint and turn her face away; the sun that chased her into the shadows of her own heart. She wanted to make me a mother of some sorts and I wanted nothing more than to give her the same.

But the desert, as one knows, is not the place to plant a seed.

She wanted nothing more than to pick my bones by the fire and hope that in some way, in doing so, she could give me what I wanted.

I wanted nothing more than to offer myself in ways she had never dreamed about; not even when dusk rolled in and the coyotes made themselves known throughout the canyon.

I knew that, when she came back to camp and hitched up her horse and put her gun away and made her follow behind her into the tent... I knew that, when I peeled off my dusty clothes and laid myself down and waited for her to do the same... I knew that, when I climbed on top of her and sat upon those hardened thighs and felt her hands guide me down upon her... I knew that, in that second as her eyes traveled down from my face to my breasts to my stomach and landed on the spot between my legs, that Agnes was tired of shooting blanks in the desert.

[byulyi]

Unshatter

Agatha All Along Week: Day 2 - Fake Dating/Marriage

Summary: Rio accompanies her best friend Agatha to her mother's yearly charity dinner. Knowing that Evanora had plans to set her up with suitable bachelors, Agatha asks Rio to play her fiancé for the night. Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Pairing: Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal

Warnings: Homophobia, emotional abuse

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“Your mom is probably the greatest bitch that ever lived, Agatha.”

“Don’t I know it.”

Agatha sighs and turns to look at Rio who was spread out on the soft grass and chewing on whatever plant she had believed to be fit for human consumption.

Rio Vidal had been deemed weird by many of their peers but that had never stopped her from unapologetically being herself. Agatha admired this about her, or at least she did so nowadays. They had been more or less mortal enemies during high school, both striving for perfect grades and neither of them was above using every opportunity to throw the other under the bus.

Things between them had only changed when Rio found Agatha crying in an unused classroom a few weeks before graduation.

Agatha was yelling at her to leave her alone but Rio ignored it and instead pulled out a flower she had plucked earlier from her coat pocket and handed it to Agatha who was so dumbfounded by the gesture that she stopped crying.

They sat there and talked for the rest of the day, skipping their classes.

Nothing had been able to get between them ever since. They found out that they would be attending the same college and swiftly decided to move in together for it.

While Rio’s parents were glad about them making peace and even becoming friends, Agatha’s mother was more than displeased. She had always done her best to isolate her daughter from other people unless she deemed them as appropriate association, which had cost Agatha many potential friendships throughout her childhood. The only reason she had even been allowed to attend a public high school was that the next private one was too far away for her mother’s liking.

With Agatha growing up and becoming a young adult, she saw her influence over her daughter slowly fading away and became even harsher in the way she treated her. Agatha, nowadays aware of her mother’s wrongs but still conditioned with the desperate need to please her and meet her expectations, was constantly torn between wanting to break free entirely from her clutches and doing everything so her mother wouldn’t have a reason to call her a disappointment again.

The friendship with Rio had been doing wonders for this. She was patient with Agatha, understood when she had a day where she avoided her and didn’t hold a grudge when she would come to apologize. She had met Evanora three times and if it was up to her, she would never do so again.

They were in their senior year of college now, both 23 and looking forward to the gap year they would be taking together after graduating.

“I know it’s asking for too much…” Agatha begins after the silence had stretched on for a while.

“Just ask.”

“Would you possibly come with me?”

“To your mother’s fancy charity dinner aka the auction of her daughter?”

Agatha flinches. “You don’t have to say it like that, you know.”

Rio sits up and looks at Agatha who has an open book lying on her lap – a plant-guide she had gotten at a garage sale a while back. “To make sure you don’t accidentally poison yourself.” She had told Rio who was surprised and very happy about her friend’s sudden interest in the local flora.

“But isn’t that just what it is? Eligible bachelors and their rich parents. Certainly not people you have been friends with.”

“I guess you are right. Which is why I am asking you to come with me.”

“And what would that accomplish?”

Agatha leans in a little and lowers her voice to a conspiratorially whisper. “You like pissing my mother off, right?”

“Now we are speaking the same language. What do you have in mind?” Rio meets her eyes with a grin. This rather boring afternoon in the park certainly was about to get much more interesting.

Agatha arrives way later at the venue than her mother had told her to which was of course a carefully calculated move.

“Are you coming?” She asks Rio who is still sitting in the passenger seat of Agatha’s car and looks very unhappy about her circumstances.

“Do I have to?”

Agatha shrugs. “You can do whatever you want, honey.”

Rio grumbles something and gets out of the car, careful as she stands on her heels. Agatha knew that she would always get her way eventually with calling her cute pet names and she happily used it to her advantage.

“The one time in my adult life I am wearing a dress would of course be for you,” she remarks as she smooths the fabric down. It wasn’t that bad of a feeling, actually. She liked the dark color and the cut made her legs look fabulous.

“And where did I force you to do that?” Agatha asks her in an annoyed tone, but Rio sees the fondness in her eyes.

“Nowhere. But with you wearing a suit and the rather conservative company that we will be keeping tonight I thought it would make for quite the commotion when you show up with the most beautiful femme in the world.”

“You act like you don’t take an hour for your make-up every day,” Agatha notes.

“Yea, but that makes me look hot in an androgynous way. This here? This is top tier femme make-up.” She gestures at her face. “Two hours with a YouTube tutorial. You are welcome.”

“You do look beautiful.” Agatha sounds sincere and Rio takes note of the way she turns her head a little to the left, as if she’s trying to hide the slight flush of red on her cheeks.

This, in return, has Rio’s face turn warm and she clears her throat to focus her mind on the situation at hand again.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself, Harkness.

Agatha laughs and holds her arm out for Rio. “Shall we go then, milady?”

Rio’s hand slides to Agatha’s elbow. “Let’s face the music, handsome.”

Somewhere in the safety of their own minds they both come to the realization that this feels weirdly like they were nervous teenagers on their way to prom.

All eyes are on them the second they walk through the doors. It’s almost movielike the way most chatter ceases and heads turn to stare for a moment.

“One wouldn’t think that we are living in the 21st century with the looks we are getting,” Rio mumbles and Agatha huffs in amusement.

From the other side of the room Agatha sees her mother approaching and despite the serene expression she had put on she knew exactly that she was fuming beneath it. Something inside of her wanted to run, but she stood her ground and held Rio a little closer.

“You are late,” Evanora hisses after greeting Agatha with the coldest hug Rio had ever witnessed. “And who is this? I didn’t tell you to bring company.”

“You know Rio, Mother.”

“What, that boyish troublemaker who made you move out of my house?” She turns her head to look Rio up and down, disdain written all over her face. “Seems like you switched roles for the night. A suit is entirely inappropriate for this occasion, Agatha.”

“The invitation said formal wear and I think this suit is perfectly formal.”

Rio feels the tension in Agatha’s body and she squeezes her arm, hoping to ground her a little. It wasn’t easy to deal with the walking reminder of your traumatic upbringing but Agatha was doing her best and Rio was proud of her.

“You should leave,” Evanora then says to Rio with a smile that probably would have made a shiver run down her spine if she wasn’t so entirely unimpressed by her attempt to intimidate her.

Before she can reply Agatha takes the word. “Rio is my guest and she is going to stay.”

“It’s my event, Agatha.”

“If you throw her out, I am leaving with her.”

Evanora was getting seriously pissed now, Rio could tell by the throbbing vein on her forehead which was the same as Agatha’s.

“Whatever. Go mingle then. Dinner will be served soon and I want you to say a few words as my daughter and heir of the family business.”

“That again? I am not going to run your company.”

Evanora doesn’t say anything – much to Rio’s dismay – and simply leaves.

The tension leaves Agatha’s body all at once and she takes a few shaky breaths while Rio rubs her back in soothing circles.

“You fucking aced this, Agatha,” she praises her.

“I kind of want to throw up.”

“Oh please, do that during dinner.”

Agatha laughs and looks at Rio with pure affection in her eyes. “Right in the middle of the table, huh? Yeah. Maybe. I think part two of the plan will hit worse with the crowd than throwing up though.”

“Are you sure you want to go through with it? Not that I doubt your plan but I am maybe a little afraid for our physical integrity after assessing the vibes from these people here.”

“I am absolutely sure. If it gets too bad, we are out of here.” She takes Rio’s hand and entwines their fingers. “Let’s get some liquid courage and socialize.”

Glasses filled with expensive champagne in their hands the pair makes their way through the hall, chatting here and there with people who mostly were a little less terrible than Rio would have expected. Sure, they were snobs and had mastered the art of backhanded compliments but they were not nearly as condescending as Agatha’s mother was.

The most annoying thing were actually the men of various ages who kept flocking to Agatha, asking about her plans for after college and trying their best to somehow relate to her. It was almost pathetic, actually. Some of them were really desperate to get five minutes alone with Agatha but Rio remained glued to her friend and pretended to not get the hint.

The time between their arrival and dinner eventually passes and when everyone’s seated at their assigned tables Agatha stands up to do as her mother had requested.

“Good evening everyone, thank you for coming to my mother’s yearly charity dinner. It’s an event very dear to her and myself as well. Uhm, I thought I’d take the opportunity to share some exciting news since my mother asked me to say a few words.”

Evanora, seated at the same table, was getting suspicious. The change in her expression was subtle but Rio found it rather funny.

“It’s a charity dinner to collect money for multiple good causes but I think my mother wanted tonight to also be about me finally finding myself a nice suitable partner to get serious about. I am not getting younger after all and soon enough I would become a charity case in her opinion.”

People are laughing and Agatha takes the moment to take a breath. “While I appreciate your effort, Mother, the search is already over. I would like to announce that this wonderful woman right next to me…” she puts a hand on Rio’s shoulder who puts her own onto it and smiles serenely at the crowd. “is going to become my wife. We’ve recently gotten engaged; I just didn’t find the time to tell my family and friends about it yet.”

Agatha thinks she may be close to having a heart attack, if the rapid hammering of her heart is any indicator, but her face remains perfectly controlled as she awaits the crowd’s reaction.

There is a moment of silence, but then, much to Agatha’s surprise, people begin to cheer and call out good wishes to them. There are a few sour faces in between, but overall, the mood doesn’t shift dramatically – except for Evanora’s.

She had always hated that her daughter was a lesbian and that nothing she did or said had been able to eradicate these “tendencies”. Agatha had once mentioned some sort of religious summer camp she was sent to when she was 14 that sounded suspiciously like conversion therapy to Rio, but the only thing that came from it was Agatha making out with multiple girls and her realizing that she was an atheist.

Naturally Evanora had spent years talking about how no one around them would accept Agatha after her sins committed but she was never able to crack this part of her daughter.

Still, Agatha had simply assumed that none of the people who regularly interacted with her mother were approving about people being anything but straight. Apparently many of them didn’t care – which made the expression on Evanora’s face this evening even better.

“Of all the things you did to me,” her voice suddenly booms across the table and people fall silent. “this is the most rotten one. Giving birth to you was the biggest mistake of my life.”

Agatha feels the sting but there is also gratification because Evanora Harkness was finally letting her carefully crafted mask fall in public. Unfortunately, she realizes that she can’t find her voice anymore right now and cold dread mixed with well-known panic starts to sneak up her chest.

But then Rio rises from her seat.

With one arm wrapped protectively around Agatha’s waist she glares down at the woman she hated with every fiber of her being. This was off-script but she was done with Evanora’s bullshit. If it gets too bad we are out of here. Well, Rio had decided that it was getting too bad now.

“You don’t deserve to have Agatha in your life. She is the only good thing you put into this world and she remained good; despite of all the horrible things you did to her.”

The entire room is silent and even the staff has paused their task of serving food and drinks to listen.

“Agatha became everything you tried to erase from her so badly. She is kind, loving and protects the people she cares about. She is critical and won’t tolerate people mistreating her. The only person I have ever seen her take shit from without going berserk was you and personally I think she has every right to shoot you into the sun. I know you told her that there’s only darkness inside of her, which is messed up in itself, but you couldn’t be more wrong. Agatha is a being of light.”

Every single word of Rio sinks into Agatha’s mind and soul. She nearly forgets the pain caused by her mother for a moment.

“If you can’t find it in your cold dark heart to love your daughter then that’s your loss. I plan on doing so for the rest of my life. Unconditionally, by the way. She will never have to fight and crawl to secure herself my love – she simply has it. Always. So do me a favor, Evanora and go fuck yourself. We are out of here.”

Rio then confidently leads a flabbergasted Agatha out of the hall before anyone can say something. Her last glimpse of Evanora was her face being pale as a wall.

They had just rounded the corner to the parking lot when Agatha suddenly halts and pulls Rio back to where she stands.

“Rio, wait.”

“Yea?”

She looks down at their joined hands. “It sounded like… you sounded like…”

“Like I meant it?” Rio asks quietly.

“Yes.”

“Well, I did.” She cups Agatha’s cheek, gently urging her to look up again. “I am in love with you. I do want to keep loving you for as long as I can. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with you, my best friend.”

“Rio…” Agatha feels her throat closing up and she carefully kisses the palm of Rio’s hand still cradling her face, as if she’s afraid to overstep. “I love you too.”

“You do?”

She nods. “Everything you did for me – with me. How you let me take care of you as well. We’ve been planning our future together for years now even without looking past our platonic bond. It was always supposed to be us, no matter what and no matter how, right? You are always on my mind and I’ve been wanting to kiss you for quite some time now.”

Rio’s playful side returns, paired with the confidence of someone who had just gotten everything and more. She reaches for Agatha’s tie and pulls her closer with it.

“Enemies to lovers, hm? Slow burn too.”

“Don’t apply story tropes to us, for the love of god.”

What little space was left between their faces disappears as they move in and after one last look into clear blue eyes Rio kisses Agatha – finally setting things right for them.

[byulyi]

Who the fuck is Michelle?

Agatha All Along Week: Day 1 - Jealousy Summary: Rio had been watching Agatha’s recent secrecy and sneaking around with growing concern. Rating: General Audiences Pairing: Agatha Harkness & Rio Vidal

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Rio had been watching Agatha’s recent secrecy and sneaking around with growing concern.

A month ago, she began having appointments she didn’t want to explain to her, either after work or even on the weekend. She was often glued to her laptop and became very defensive when Rio tried to catch a glimpse of whatever she was mumbling about.

She also texted way more than usual. Once she had been so focused on whatever she was typing that Rio had to say her name several times to catch her attention and even then she went straight back to it - laughing loudly about whatever the other person replied to her.

“Agatha, are you having an affair?” She asked her one evening over dinner. The silence before had been uncomfortable but it was nothing compared to Agatha almost choking on her food after the words left Rio’s mouth.

“Why the hell would you even think that?” Agatha asked between two coughing fits, head bright-red and tears in her eyes.

“The sneaking around, you not telling me what’s going on with all these mysterious appointments and correspondences? Who wouldn’t get suspicious?”

“Rio… no. I am not having an affair.”

And with this the topic was off the table – at least for Agatha as it seemed. Rio remained suspicious but tried to move on. Maybe it was just a weird time for Agatha work-wise.

She was just the same in all other aspects and treated Rio like a queen, kissed her whenever she could, complimented her and brought her flowers when she came past Rio’s favorite flower shop. The only thing that had started changing a little was their sex life, but that wasn’t because Agatha wasn’t up for it. Rio was the one who distanced herself a little in this regard since her doubts hadn’t faded completely yet.

Maybe Agatha was annoyed with Rio’s pushing about moving in together. In a way they were doing so already; taking turns where they stayed for the week. Rio had things at Agatha’s place and Agatha had things at her place. Rio longed for a place that was theirs though and she thought that Agatha had similar wishes after they had been driving through the city for fun, looking at houses that were up for sale and discussing what they liked about them, where they could imagine themselves sitting on the front porch and yelling at children when they were old and grey.

And then nothing came from it.

With Rio’s lease about to end in a few months she thought a serious conversation about moving in together was appropriate but Agatha kept pushing it to a further date, excusing herself with work or simply not being in the right mood for it.

A few days later things escalated.

Agatha’s phone rang multiple times while she was showering and even though Rio wasn’t one to spy on her girlfriend she had become annoyed at the repeated calls. What the hell could be so important that it warranted multiple calls and apparently also messages on a Saturday morning?

The next time the phone rang she looked at the display and felt a sudden sting in her chest.

Who the fuck was Michelle? She didn’t know of a colleague or friend named like that and while it was of course perfectly fine with Rio when Agatha made new friends, it didn’t sit well with her in this whole situation.

The second Agatha returned to the bedroom she nailed her down with a look. “Agatha, we need to talk.”

Her girlfriend nodded, dropped her towel and began to get dressed. “Okay, what’s wrong?”

And when she looked so calm and so absolutely unbothered by everything something in Rio snapped and she began pacing around the room.

“You know, I’ve been really trying these past days. I told myself that you have your reasons for your weird behavior, that I was just being overly sensitive about it, but apparently I wasn’t wrong with my suspicions after all.”

Agatha raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Rio, what are you talking about?” Her eyes then dropped to Rio’s hand. “What’s up with my phone?”

Rio stopped in her tracks but didn’t look at her. “Tell me. Are you having an affair?”

“Again, with this? No! Why the hell would I have an affair?!”

Rio laughed sarcastically. “Okay. Then please explain to me who Michelle is and why she keeps blowing up your phone?”

Agatha’s eyes widened and Rio took it as the confirmation she needed.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” She yelled and got even angrier when Agatha started to laugh. She actually laughed so hard that she had to sit down, clutching her shirt in her hand.

“Fuck, Rio. I feel really bad now.”

“What the hell man? What kind of freaky game are you playing here?”

“Let me explain,” Agatha began but then her phone rang once again in Rio’s hand.

Rio looked at Agatha. “I am going to kill her.”

“Give me the phone.”

“What? No.”

“I want you to talk to her.”

“Why the fuck would I want that?”

Agatha held out her hand and Rio all but threw it at her. She took a breath, picked up the call and put the phone on speaker.

“Agatha, sweetheart! You didn’t pick up your phone. I have news! And we have to be fast about it.”

“Michelle, hi. Do me a favor, will you?”

“Uhm. Sure? But we really have to meet as soon as possible.”

“You are on speaker.”

“Okay?”

“I would like you to finally meet the love of my life, the reason for all this.”

“Oh, cat’s out of the bag?”

“She thinks we are having an affair, actually. Please explain it to her because I don’t think she will listen to me right now.”

“I told you this wouldn’t work, didn’t I? Rio? My name is Michelle Marten; I’m a real estate agent. You may have seen my face plastered on some walls. I am happily married to my husband and I am very straight and not interested in having an affair with Agatha.”

“And…?” Rio asked, still waiting for a proper explanation.

“And Michelle is the real estate agent I hired to help me sell my house and buy a new one.”

“Huh?”

“I hear you are busy, but Agatha, you gotta come sign the papers now. You know how he gets.”

“We’ll be there in ten. Or twenty, depending on whether my girlfriend is going to kill me after all.”

The call ended and Agatha and Rio stood in front of each other – the silence hovered uncomfortably above them.

“Explain it to me.”

“Can I explain on the way to the car?”

Rio trailed after her – a still rather explosive mixture of feelings in her chest.

“So.” Rio began as soon as they got into the car and Agatha started the motor.

“So. I am not fucking the real estate agent I hired as I actually prefer fucking my mistrusting girlfriend.”

Rio glared at her, even if she had started to feel a little bit bad about the whole thing. “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t have been mistrusting had you been in my shoes.”

“Oh, honey! Of course I would have been mistrusting. I would have located and killed her already,” Agatha said with a huff. They had to stop at a traffic light and she turned to look at her. “I am really sorry, Rio. This was supposed to be a surprise but everything took longer than I wanted it to and to be honest, I thought I was doing a better job at keeping you away from all of it.”

“What went wrong?”

“Well, selling my house was no problem. You know how I love keeping everything in perfect condition. I made a ton of money on top of what I paid for the house, actually. Anyway. The second step of ‘Operation Harkness-Vidal residence’ was cursed from the beginning.”

“I don’t…”

“I wanted to buy a house for us but the current owner of the house I want is an undecisive bastard and kept fucking me over every time I thought we had a deal.”

“Agatha… are you for real?”

Agatha’s eyes become soft. “Yes, love. When you thought I was avoiding the conversation I was already in the middle of planning everything.”

“Jesus,” Rio put a hand on her forehead. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Because it wasn’t clear if we’d get the house and I didn’t want to get your hopes up only for it to not end up being ours.”

“I feel so stupid.”

When they arrived, Rio took one look at the house and gasped. It was the one they had been standing in front of the longest, the one Rio had felt such a positive energy from that she almost didn’t want to leave again.

It stood empty for years now but the owner had paid for regular upkeep – inside and outside. It was surrounded by lush but well-managed greenery and the neighborhood was quiet. The photos in the house’s online listing were beautiful as well. There were large rooms with high ceilings and especially the gorgeous wooden floors had done a number on Rio. If it were for her they would have made an offer right away.

But then they didn’t and things happened.

“Agatha, hi!”

Rio heard the same high-pitched voice from earlier and turned to face the woman who had been costing her quite some sleep recently.

She could tell that Michelle wanted to go in for a hug with Agatha but Agatha blocked it politely and put her focus on Rio instead.

“Nice to meet you,” Michelle said, her smile genuine. “I am really sorry for how things went down.”

“Me too,” Rio replied. “Leave it to Agatha though to come up with some random scheme that nobody needs.”

Michelle barely suppressed a laugh but Agatha took it with stride and just urged Michelle on to get them into the house.

After Rio received a tour through the house Agatha signed the necessary papers with her blessing. She too would become the owner of the house once she had taken care of everything related to her apartment.

“You will have the keys by Monday,” Michelle promised and soon she was gone and Agatha and Rio were alone outside of their house.

“I can’t believe that stubborn mule didn’t pull back again,” Agatha muttered and sat down on the steps of the front porch with a sigh. “I swear I got about thirty new grey hairs from all of this.”

“How would you know that?” Rio quipped. “You’ve been dyeing your hair for a least thirty years.”

“Okay, I get it! I fucked up. Can you please stop now?”

“Hm, okay.” Rio sat down next to her, put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “Sorry for not trusting you more. I’ll work on it.”

“I’ll work on my communication skills. Or my surprise skills. Maybe both.”

“It will be a surprise, huh?” Rio remarked with a grin.

Agatha made a face. “Stop the dad-jokes.”

“No.” With that she leaned in, closed her eyes and kissed her girlfriend softly. “I am happy that we’ll be moving in here. I love you.”

Agatha’s smile was warm and she kissed Rio once again. “Me too, dear. I love you too.”

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Agatha All Along Week Day 8: Bonus Day (Sun x Moon)

Summary: Cowboy!Au. Vidal is the sun and Agnes the moon and together, they make the universe shift around them.

Pairings: Cowboy!Agnes O'Connor/Cowboy!Vidal

Rating: Mature (NSFW)

Inspo: We Ride at Dusk playlist & @evgar 's cowboy Agnes/Vidal art (naturally)

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@whomstthephucque , my very loving and super talented gf, MADE THIS FOR THE PROMPT AND WOW?! WOW!!! So, enjoy this lovely fanart of the Queen of the Night (Night Blooming Cereus):

There is a flower that only blooms at night. They call her Queen of the Night or, Night-blooming Cereus. Agnes and I have seen her once or twice if you're lucky to be awake that late and if the cold of the desert hasn't scared you off into your tent for warmth. Agnes is obsessed with them and tries to take as many photos of them as she can. She'll stalk outside in the moonlight and wait for them to open up so she can sit in all their glory and turn to me with a toothy grin and say,

"This is why I love it when the sun goes down."

But I am the sun to her moon and I know, without a doubt, she does love it when I go down.

Sinking further between her knees as my lips and teeth and tongue graze generously on the soft skin of her inner thighs that are peppered with hair the closer you get between her legs. She smells like home as my nose buries in between her pubic hair to lap up her sweetness on my tongue like its the only liquid left out here in the desert. She tastes like home the deeper my tongue pushes up inside of her, and of the coolness and stillness of the desert at night.

Agnes is always this way; calm and cool and collected despite that chip on her shoulder. She can't help it, she tells me as she strips away her dusty, sweaty clothes and sits at the fire with nothing on but her boxers. I can see the muscles in her arms and stomach and the way her breasts hang freely with the shadow and illumination of the fire set in front of her. She pokes the embers with a stick and watches as they fly up towards her face. The contours of it; hard and soft just like her makes my heart swell in love and lust. She belongs to the dusk.

Those moments between her legs as we settle down for the night in our tent tick by as slowly as the moon reaching its peak in the endless starry sky above us. We hear owls and coyotes all night and Agnes will tip her head one way and then the other as if she can make out what they're saying; a call only one would be able to hear if you were a child of the night.

And she is because this is where she strips herself bare and allows the shadows to cover over her and hide everything she has bottled up. I don't mind, never have. I know how to use my fingers and tongue and I know, without a doubt, how to fill that emptiness that stirs inside of her on restless nights.

She wants to be tasted first and foremost as if that secures what's next to come. It's a dance, a ritual. An exchange for something else; something sacred. Who am I to detest that? Once she knows I've had my fill and she's gotten to the point of no return (when her body jerks and shakes against my mouth and she lets out a moan that only raises in pitch), she moves to the floor of the tent and waits for me to continue.

Agnes surrenders herself at night; gives over to the sun in the darkness. My fingers trail up her body and rest on her neck as I bridge the gap and find her mouth with mine. My body lines up and I can feel her throbbing against me; still wet from just moments ago. I buck my hips towards her and she does the same back to me and for a moment or two we come to find our special, private rhythm.

Agnes is loudest at night when she can uncover herself yet slink into the shadows that loom inside and out of our tent. I can see her more clearly; like a night sky filled with stars. Little tiny windows of light shine through her and I can understand all that it is she wants.

Love, acceptance, pleasure. She is not too hard to understand in these moments of want; not too hard to wrap my head around as I rub myself against her bare skin and feel the unmistakable heat between us. I let her roll her hips more to allow her to find what she needs because I know Agnes needs a lot that she doesn't verbally say.

She stays closed up just like the Cereus until the timing is right; bucking down her hips and locking her legs around mine to get the right amount of friction as I feel her clit and labia grind hard and quick and wet against my own. She watches my face in the dark and grins wider and wider as if she's about to lunge towards me and sink her teeth into the side of my neck.

She has, on occasion, done exactly that.

I know, just by the look on her face, this is what she wants to do. She wants to stop and pull herself away; let our arousal drip down her thighs as she crawls towards me on hands and knees to get me underneath her.

It is nighttime after all and this is her element.

I back off to let her make her move; falling onto my back with a soft thud. My legs fall down and apart and welcome her just as the sun does when it climbs up over those hills. Full and shiny and bright; heat soaked and sweat broke and cum filled.

The sun bursting at its seams as the moon creeps closer and takes over in a dangerous, delicious game.

Agnes pushes herself down onto me and I feel just how wet she is and the desperation in her movements. She's grinding down onto me as if she has that purple toy between her legs like the appendage she believes it to be. It is part of her just as she is part of me. Tonight however, she uses her body as is to deliver pleasure she needs to offset; pleasure that coils in the pit of my stomach and makes me whine like the insects do when the sun is at its hottest.

The sounds I make drive her to a madness I've only known from someone like her. It's raw and it's desperate and it puts anything else to shame in how determined she is to dish it out. She wants to leave me ruined and incoherent; love drunk on her wet skin and pulsating muscles. Agnes wants me to fold under pressure as her body presses down into mine and traps me against the floor of our tent.

"Agnes..."

I whisper, breathy and hot against the side of her face as I watch from the small gap between our bodies as she rubs herself against me.

Her head lowers and her tongue pokes out from her chapped lips that became that way from the sand and the sun. The tip hits my sternum and gathers up my sweat as it travels under my breasts and then upwards to take the left into her hungry mouth.

An explosion bursts behind my eyes as I roll them back and see the burning white of the sun behind my lids. Searing into my vision as I focus on the sensation of her lips sucking at my nipple and then a gentle tug with her sharp teeth. She wants me in ways I can only expect from her; ways that make carnivores hang their heads in shame.

My hands come up and my fingers curl into her messy hair and soothe her scalp. I feel her exhale with my nipple still in her mouth before she lets go with a wet-saliva pop. She stares up at me with those cloudless blue eyes; drunk and hazy like whatever she managed to suck out of me was intoxicating. Maybe that is true just from the way she tips her head to the side and smiles at me with a lopsided grin.

"Vidal...my love, my light..."

It's fleeting like a burst of rain out here in the desert but I catch it, savor it before she bows her head once more and her tongue drags across my skin once more. I bring up my knee and try to slot it in between her legs in such a way that she can still reach my skin as her tongue drags dangerously low where it stops at my navel and lingers.

"Come on, Vidal...let go..."

She lifts herself up now so that we're at a better angle for each other but she watches me now, wide eyed as I sit up and crawl towards her. She sits there now, knees pressed together and sitting on her haunches. She watches me in silence as she tries to catch her breath and I, turn myself around before I sit onto her lap. I feel her legs open ever so slightly so I can sit down on one of them and rock my hips, fucking her thigh and coating her once more; slicking up her skin.

Agnes guides me with her hands on my hips and pushes and pulls like a sandstorm rolling across the valley. She pushes me down hard and I know it's because she wants me to reach orgasm with nothing more than friction at my clit and the dull ache inside of myself. She wants me empty just like the night; no fullness that the sun brings in the day.

Her hands wander as they do; as a cowboys hands roam. Up and to my breasts as they cup them and pull; knead them softly at first until she sinks her goddamn teeth into my shoulder and gropes them hard. My head falls back and rests on her shoulder as I groan into the night and for once, I compete with the crickets that chip into the deep, dead night.