Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)

Chapter XIX.

"If you two are the same, then I should be concerned," Agatha said, eyes narrowed at the two of you.

"Agatha," you exclaimed in shock, taking a step back.

Surprisingly, Rio's grip was loosened; though you swore, you felt the slightest of resistance coming from her fingers.

"Came to join the party, sweetheart?" Rio asked with a smirk, clearly not caring how intimately was caressing and looking at you just a moment ago.

She even dared to draw you back towards her, trying to place her hand around your shoulders, but you resisted; any influence she might have on you was long gone.

"There is no party," you argued, fearing Agatha might get the wrong impression.

After all, she didn't know you knew Rio already, and you were unsure how she would react. Judging by the glare in her blue eyes, you started to suspect she was connecting the dots and was not happy with it.

"Return to the others, Y/N," Agatha said; nicknames and sweet tones were long gone, something that only existed when things were serious.

When she was serious.

Instead of sweet and teasing words or remarks, there was this hidden warning buried beneath layers and layers of ice but still visible to anyone paying even the slightest attention to it.

You felt the need to say something, to argue she could not order you around; you were an adult and a powerful witch, not that young, shy girl she had met during a full moon ritual.

Your lips parted, and yet she stopped you from uttering a single word. "Now,"

It felt like you were standing on thin ice, carrying yourself above a frozen vast lake. Cracks had formed on it, threatening to break the ice beneath your feet and let you sink into the cold, dark waters beneath.

You would think someone of your status would have no fear of such things, but even the wisest of beings knew when to step back.

You knew there was no place for argument, and even if you tried to make any, the cracks would grow and multiply as Agatha's anger would rise.

Ultimately, you would fall into the cold waters, and you might lose what you had built so far with Agatha.

Defeated, you walked towards her and noticed how intensely she was staring at Rio as if waiting for her to make a move.

She didn't do anything, not even try to hold you back, and simply watched you walk the same way Agtha had come, not once looking away from her lover... and yours.

Once you were far away, Rio rolled her eyes at the drama. "Come on, Agatha. We were having fun. " she placed one hand on her waist.

Agatha took a few steps closer. "There is no fun there, Rio," she corrected her former lover. "Y/N is off the limits,"

This intrigued Rio. "Is that jealousy I peeked up, sweetheart?" She asked mockingly. "Didn't expect you to be so possessive of your little toy."

Rio knew that Agatha did not like how she called you, referring you as a lifeless item to be passed around.

"She is not a toy, and she is not part of any of this. So leave her out, " she hissed faintly.

Yet she could not keep that intense stare and angry attitude for long. The trial, the almost loss of the boy... they had mentally drained her. Rio could see it in her blue eyes, feeling this need to hug and comfort her for a change.

Then she could go back to teasing, annoying and even trying to kill her.

"What do you fear, Agatha?" she asked as she slowly walked around the magicless witch. "Think of what we could do if she were to join us," she continued, one hand gently being carried across her back as her tone was a taunting whisper in her ear. Three is the magic number, and we all remember what happened to the last three witches that paired together."

Agatha would lie if she said she didn't think about it carefully for a moment.

Three was a powerful number in magic.

Three faces of the goddess

Three fates

Three moon phases

Three basic elements

Three rings to the Ballad

The number three was everywhere, amplifying powers with its multiples. Hence, covens aimed to have member numbers equal to multiples of three.

And, of course, there were the rumours of a triple witch bond.

Three witches are bound together by more than just coven rituals. They amplify one another, making them a very high-level threat when serious.

"It is a cursed idea," Agatha managed to say, though even Rio saw right through it.

"Come on, sweetheart." She said as she stood in front of her. "We both know those are the words of old hags, too afraid of change,"

Agatha continued to oppose the idea, saying, "It would never work. She is not that kind of witch."

Rio smirked. "Are you sure about that?" She asked, making Agatha raise an eyebrow. "I believe we both know what kind of witch she can be. You know when the... moon is just right, " she whispered the last few words and chuckled before walking away. "Think about it, love. It is never too late."

Agatha did not even turn to look at her. Those last phrases had gotten stuck in her head and were being repeated like a broken record.

"You know when the... moon is just right."

Something didn't click right there with Agatha for one simple reason... how did Rio know?

No matter her role or 'skills,' she could not know this unless she had witnessed it firsthand unless she had been more present in your life than you let her know.

A frustrated sound left her lips, and Agatha rubbed her hands against her face, trying to regain her composure.

The Road, the Boy, and the fact that she was powerless and that Rio was present did not help her mentality or her sanity.

Having this new riddle into the puzzle... it was simply becoming too much.

Agatha pinched the bridge of her nose and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. She had to think this through, and most specifically, she had to prioritise.

Any questions she had about you and Rio had to wait until you were off the Road. Then, she would sit you down and tie you if she had to until you would spill everything and then apologise for hiding it.

Left with no choice, she started to walk back to the others, taking notice of the warm pyre they had built and how cosily they had sat around it. Even Teen had joined, looking as if he was never in front of Rio's door.