Daughter of a Witch

AU - Moving Day

The sun rose lazily when Agatha officially moved in with Rio and Y/n. Boxes were stacked high in the small moving truck parked in front of Agatha's house-or former house now. The cozy little home had served her well for years, but it was time to start a new chapter with her fiancée and soon-to-be stepdaughter.

Rio stood at the base of the truck ramp, clipboard in hand. "Alright, team," she called, her voice tinged with her usual no-nonsense tone. "We've got an itinerary. Furniture first, then the fragile stuff, and books last."

Agatha rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "An itinerary? Really, Rio? We're moving a house, not preparing for a state funeral."

Rio shot her a look, though her lips twitched upward. "Organization prevents chaos, Agatha. Besides, do you know how many books you own? You could stock a library."

"They're not just books," Agatha retorted, clutching a small stack protectively. "They're curated pieces of literature."

"Yeah, yeah," Y/n chimed in from the truck, already perched on top of a Classics box. "Curated pieces of literature that weigh a ton."

Agatha huffed dramatically. "That's what teenagers are for. Strong backs and no complaints."

Y/n snorted but hopped down to grab a box. Despite her teasing, she was genuinely excited about Agatha moving in. The past week since the proposal had been filled with anticipation, and this move felt like the final piece falling into place.

By mid-morning, the furniture was mostly in place, though not without some tension. Agatha's eclectic style-a mix of vintage finds and quirky antiques-clashed hilariously with Rio's clean, minimalist aesthetic.

"That armchair doesn't match anything in the living room," Rio pointed out, hands on her hips.

"It's not supposed to," Agatha replied, plopping down into the overstuffed floral chair and stretching out with a smug grin. "It's a statement piece."

"The statement it's making is 'I don't belong here,'" Rio shot back.

"Mom, Agatha, please," Y/n groaned from where she arranged to throw pillows. "Can we focus on the fact that we're trying to move, not redecorate?"

Rio and Agatha exchanged glances, realizing they'd been bickering like an old married couple. Agatha's lips twitched first, and soon they were both laughing.

"Fine," Rio relented, pointing a finger at Agatha. "The chair stays. But it's going in your reading corner, not the middle of the room."

"Deal," Agatha agreed, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

The books proved to be the most daunting task. Box after box emerged from the truck, and by early afternoon, the living room looked more like a warehouse.

"Do you really need all of these?" Y/n asked, eyeing the stack warily.

Agatha gave her an incredulous look. "That's like asking if a baker needs flour. Of course, I need them."

Rio chuckled. "She's not wrong, kid. Books are her thing. Just like embalming fluid is mine."

Y/n made a face. "Not the comparison I needed, thanks."

The three of them worked together to find space for the collection. Agatha claimed one entire wall in the living room for her bookshelves, and Y/n helped arrange them by genre.

"This is oddly satisfying," Y/n admitted as she stacked a row of hardcovers.

"See?" Agatha said with a grin. "Books make everything better."

"Just don't let them spill into my room," Y/n warned. "I like my space book-free."

"Noted," Agatha said, raising her hands in mock surrender.

As the hours ticked by, they unpacked and rearranged the furniture. Agatha's quirky decor sparked new debates, like where to put her antique globe, which didn't spin properly, or the vintage mirror with a frame carved to resemble vines. Y/N stuck between them, became the unofficial mediator.

"The globe can go in the study," she suggested. "And the mirror... maybe the hallway? That way, everyone can enjoy it."

Rio arched an eyebrow but conceded with a shrug. "Fine. But no more random trinkets in the kitchen."

"It's not a trinket," Agatha corrected. "It's a teapot shaped like a dragon."

Y/n stifled a laugh, her arms full of cushions. "We're definitely going to need a family-style guide after this."

By the time the sun began to set, they were all exhausted. Rio suggested they order takeout rather than attempt to cook, and soon, the dining table-newly adorned with one of Agatha's colorful tablecloths-was laden with pizza boxes.

"To new beginnings," Rio said, raising her glass of wine.

"To the family," Agatha added, clinking her glass against Rio's.

"And to no more moving," Y/n said with a dramatic sigh, earning laughs from both women.

After dinner, the house began to settle into a peaceful quiet. Boxes were still scattered about, but the essentials were unpacked, and the house already felt fuller and warmer. The three of them sat in the living room among the remnants of the day's work.

"It's going to take weeks to unpack everything," Rio said, leaning back against the sofa.

"It'll be worth it," Agatha said softly. She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on Y/n and Rio. "This already feels like home."

Y/n smiled, her heart swelling at the words. "It's nice having you here, Agatha. It's like we're all complete now."

Agatha's eyes grew misty, but she managed to smile. "That means more than you know, kiddo."

Rio reached over, taking Agatha's hand. "We've got a good thing here. It won't always be easy, but it'll be worth it."

Agatha squeezed her hand. "Worth it," she echoed.

Y/n shifted on the floor, her voice breaking the comfortable silence. "I hope you know you'll never win against Mom about the kitchen. Minimalism is her religion."

Agatha laughed, the sound light and genuine. "Oh, I know. But a little chaos is good for the soul."

"Not too much," Rio interjected with a grin. "I draw the line at dragon teapots."

They all laughed, the sound filling the room and pushing away the last traces of exhaustion. They just sat there for a while, enjoying the quiet and the sense of togetherness. The boxes were exactly where they were meant to be.