Agatha all along one shots

Falling for you

Rio had always been the quieter one in the room, content to blend into the background while Agatha stole the show. Agatha Harkness, with her dramatic flair, sharp wit, and a presence that demanded attention, was the kind of person who could walk into any space and make it hers. Her laugh was infectious, her confidence unshakeable, and her magic? Well, that was something else entirely.

Rio had been in awe of her from the start.

At first, it was just admiration. How could it not be? Agatha was powerful and unapologetically herself—two qualities that Rio respected deeply. But admiration soon morphed into something more, something Rio hadn't anticipated. It hit her one quiet evening when she caught Agatha in a rare moment of peace, the powerful witch curled up by a fire, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. There was no show, no pretense—just Agatha.

That's when Rio knew. She had fallen first.

It wasn't something she wanted to admit to herself, of course. Falling for someone like Agatha meant navigating a whirlwind, and Rio wasn't sure if she wanted to get caught up in the storm. But the more time they spent together, the harder it became to deny. Agatha had a way of teasing her, pushing her buttons in ways that were annoyingly charming. She'd toss her hair back, her smirk deadly, and Rio's heart would beat just a little faster.

Agatha, on the other hand, was completely oblivious.

She continued her life with the same energy she always had—manipulating situations, casting spells, and being her usual self-assured self. Rio thought her feelings would always be one-sided, like an unspoken secret that Agatha would never have to know. But then something changed.

It started small. Agatha's glances lingered a little longer, her teasing turned softer, more personal. And every time Rio spoke, Agatha found herself listening in a way she hadn't before. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about Rio—something that made her laugh a little more freely, made her feel... grounded.

The realization hit Agatha out of nowhere one day. She was in the middle of explaining some ancient spell to Rio when she noticed how intently Rio was listening, eyes focused, completely present. It was something Agatha was not used to—being truly seen for who she was, without pretense, without the need for theatrics. And it was in that moment that Agatha realized she'd fallen too.

But of course, being Agatha, she couldn't just admit it to herself easily. No, she had to wrestle with the idea, overthink it, try to push it down—until it became impossible to ignore. Because when Agatha fell, she fell hard. She caught herself thinking about Rio when she wasn't around, looking for excuses to spend more time together. The sarcastic remarks she usually threw out now had a warmth to them that wasn't there before.

One day, it all came to a head. Agatha was preparing a spell, something she'd done a thousand times before, but her mind was elsewhere—on Rio. And it was messing everything up. With a frustrated sigh, she finally snapped, turning to Rio.

"Why do you always have to be so... you?" Agatha blurted out.

Rio blinked, taken aback. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means," Agatha said, throwing her hands up, "that I can't focus because you're here, and it's driving me insane!" She paused, as if she couldn't believe she was actually saying the words. "I can't get you out of my head."

For a second, Rio just stared, unsure if this was another one of Agatha's games. But then, she saw the vulnerability behind Agatha's eyes, and it hit her—Agatha wasn't messing with her. This was real.

"Well," Rio said, grinning softly, "I guess that's fair, since I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either."

Agatha looked at her, startled, as if she hadn't expected that response. But instead of her usual smugness, she simply let out a relieved breath, the tension melting from her shoulders.

"You know," Rio said, stepping closer, "I think we both saw this coming."

Agatha chuckled, shaking her head. "Maybe. But I definitely didn't expect it to hit me this hard."

Rio smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from Agatha's face. "You always do have a flair for the dramatic."

Agatha smirked, but this time it was softer, more genuine. "And you like it."

"Maybe," Rio admitted, their faces now inches apart, "but I like you more."

In that moment, everything just fell into place. It wasn't about who had fallen first, or who had fallen harder. It was about the two of them, finally on the same page, finally admitting what had been there all along.

And as Agatha pulled Rio in for a kiss, she couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, falling this hard wasn't such a bad thing after all.