Agatha all along one shots

Stirring the Cauldron

Agatha stood at her desk, rifling through a collection of ancient spell ingredients, her movements sharp with focus. The room was dim, save for the flickering glow of candlelight illuminating the old tomes and vials scattered across the wooden surface. She muttered incantations under her breath, fully immersed in her work.

Then, as usual, Rio appeared at the doorway, her presence more of a playful shadow than an interruption.

"Agatha, darling, you know you're going to wrinkle that pretty forehead of yours if you keep frowning like that," Rio purred, leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest.

Agatha's eyes flicked up briefly, then returned to the spellbook without a word.

"Aw, don't ignore me," Rio drawled, sauntering into the room, her steps slow, deliberate. She circled Agatha like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. "You know, for someone who claims to be all-powerful, you spend so much time with your nose in a book. It's cute, really. Kind of old-school."

Agatha's hand froze over the page she was about to turn. "Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?" she asked, her voice cool, laced with that biting edge Rio loved to provoke.

"Not really," Rio replied, unbothered, grinning wide. "But I know you get tired of it. Which is exactly why I do it."

She slid onto the edge of the desk, knocking one of Agatha's carefully arranged vials slightly out of place, just enough to annoy her.

Agatha's eyes snapped up this time, narrowing. "You have a real talent for being insufferable, you know that?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Rio smirked, tilting her head, her dark curls bouncing with the movement. "But I must admit, it's fun watching you get all flustered. It's like poking at a beehive and seeing if the queen will sting."

Agatha took a deep breath, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she fought to keep her composure. "If you don't want to leave this room as a toad, I suggest you move."

But Rio only leaned in closer, her grin widening as she rested her chin in her palm, clearly unfazed by Agatha's threats. "Oh, come on. You wouldn't. You enjoy this little back-and-forth way too much." Her tone was teasing, but there was a hint of truth in it. They'd danced this dance many times before.

Agatha huffed, flipping the spellbook shut with a dramatic thud, the sound echoing through the room. "You think you know me so well, don't you?"

Rio shrugged, her smile never wavering. "I know exactly how to get under your skin. And you let me. Every single time."

Agatha stood, stepping dangerously close, her eyes flashing with a mix of irritation and something else—something Rio was all too familiar with. "You know," Agatha said softly, her voice dropping in a way that sent a shiver down Rio's spine, "you should be careful, Rio. Push me too far, and one day, I might just follow through on one of those hexes."

Rio's smile faltered for the briefest second, but she quickly recovered, leaning even closer, their faces inches apart. "Maybe I like living dangerously," she whispered back, her voice teasing, eyes locked on Agatha's.

For a long moment, neither of them moved, the tension hanging thick between them. Agatha's jaw tightened, but her eyes, betraying her, gleamed with amusement beneath her annoyance.

Finally, with a roll of her eyes, Agatha stepped back, waving a dismissive hand. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here I am," Rio grinned, hopping off the desk with a twirl, satisfied. "Impossible to resist."

Agatha let out an exasperated sigh, but the small smirk tugging at her lips gave her away. She hated how right Rio was. "Out," she said, pointing to the door, though there was no real anger in her voice. "Before I change my mind and decide a spell involving frogs is exactly what you need."

Rio winked, sauntering out of the room with a victorious swagger. "I'll see you later, Agatha. Try not to miss me too much."

As the door closed behind her, Agatha shook her head, muttering to herself. But despite everything, she couldn't suppress the smile that crept across her face. Rio always knew how to get on her nerves—but she wouldn't have it any other way.