Daughter of a Witch

Singing Demons?

The rain came down in steady curtains outside the little house in Westview, New Jersey, making the windows blur with droplets. The kind of day where the whole world felt tucked under a gray blanket, and it was the perfect excuse for staying indoors. Inside, however, the energy could not be more different. The living room lights glowed warmly against the stormy gloom, and the coffee table was already buried under a mismatched feast of popcorn bowls, chips, candy, and a plate of Agatha's questionable but deliciously enchanted cookies that sometimes sparkled faintly when the light hit them.

"Okay, Mama, Mami, no excuses today!" Y/n stood in front of the couch, remote clutched triumphantly in one hand like it was the staff of a victorious warrior. At seventeen, Y/n had inherited both her moms' dramatic flair and a streak of stubbornness that could move mountains—or at least move her mothers onto the couch for a movie night. "Netflix finally released the K‑pop Demon Hunters sing‑along edition, and we are watching it. Together. All of it. You promised."

Agatha, curled on one end of the couch in a cozy cardigan that didn't quite hide the glimmer of a pendant at her throat, arched a brow. "Darling, I distinctly recall saying I might be persuaded, should the right bribes be offered."

"Mama," Y/n groaned, pushing her dark hair out of her face. "We already made snacks, I put your blanket in the dryer so it's extra warm, and Mami said she'd watch it with me."

Rio, who was leaning against the doorway with a mug of coffee, smirked over the rim. "That I did. And if I'm suffering through two hours of neon demon boy bands, then you, babe, are suffering right along with me."

Agatha rolled her eyes dramatically, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, my love, why must you conspire with our daughter against me?"

"Because she asked sweetly," Rio said, striding over and pressing a kiss to Agatha's temple before settling on the other end of the couch. "And because she knows that deep down, you'll love it."

"I will not," Agatha sniffed, crossing her arms. "Musicals are one thing, but...Singing demons?"

"Mama," Y/n interrupted, planting herself firmly between them on the couch, blanket in her lap. "Trust me. This is art. It has fighting, it has magic, it has music, basically your whole personality."

Agatha narrowed her eyes playfully. "Flattery will get you most things, my darling girl." She sighed and reached for her own mug of tea. "Fine. But if I end up hexing the television, it's on you."

Y/n squealed in victory, hitting play before either woman could back out. The Netflix logo pulsed onto the screen, thunder rumbling outside in perfect theatrical timing. Y/n burrowed between her mothers, throwing one half of the giant blanket over Agatha and the other over Rio.

"See? This is perfect."

"Perfectly damp and sugary," Agatha muttered, eying the pile of candy, though her hand reached for a chocolate bar without hesitation. "What is this movie even about, hm? K‑pop singers slaying demons with the power of jazz hands?"

"Close," Y/n said, popping popcorn into her mouth. "It's about Huntrix, this girl group who fight demons disguised as a boy band. And the music is part of their magic rituals. Like, the songs are spells."

Agatha blinked, looking mildly impressed despite herself. "Spells set to music... That's actually not the worst idea."

"I know," Y/n said smugly. "Just watch."

As the opening scene unfolded—bright lights, glittering Seoul skyline, and five animated idols bursting into choreography—Agatha let out a small snort. "Their costumes are ridiculous. Who battles the undead in sequins?"

"Mama," Y/n whined, nudging her with her elbow. "Suspend your disbelief."

Rio chuckled, already a little too invested. "I like her hair," she admitted, pointing to the leader of Huntrix. "Full on purple hair. Fierce."

"That one's Rumi," Y/n said instantly. "She's my favorite. She's the lead singer. Everyone on the internet loves her...and Zoey...and Mira."

Agatha tilted her head. "Hmph. She's got presence, I'll give her that. Though her kimbap sniffing technique is questionable."

Y/n choked on her popcorn, laughing. "You saw that meme?!"

Rio smirked. "Of course, we saw it. Your mother tried to replicate it in the kitchen last week."

"I was testing a theory!" Agatha said defensively, though her ears went pink. "Perhaps food can be enchanted by inhaling its essence..."

"...Or you just looked like you were trying to hex your lunch," Rio teased, nudging her ankle against Agatha's under the blanket.

Y/n beamed, soaking in the banter. "See? You're already quoting memes. You're practically fans."

An hour in, the room had fully transformed into the coziest movie haven. The rain hammered harder against the roof, thunder punctuating the dramatic moments on screen. The three of them had melted into the couch, the blanket a tangled cocoon. Agatha had given up pretending she wasn't enjoying herself; her hand tapped absently against her mug in time with the songs, her eyes narrowing in focus when the choreography doubled as spell-casting.

"This scene, this is basically a gut ritual," Agatha muttered, half to herself.

"Mama, shh," Y/n whispered, though she was grinning. "You're ruining it for Mami."

Rio shook her head. "No, I like it. It's like watching with a director's commentary. Except sassier."

Agatha smirked. "Sass is a family trait."

Y/n threw a handful of popcorn at her, which Agatha caught with a lazy flick of magic and popped into her mouth smugly. "Cheater," Y/n accused.

"My love, if you can do it, it's not cheating."

Rio leaned her head back against the couch, chuckling. "You two are impossible."

"And you love us," Agatha said, leaning across Y/n to brush a quick kiss against Rio's jaw.

Y/n made a gagging noise. "Ew. Parents kissing during my movie night. Illegal."

Agatha raised a brow. "Oh, sweetheart, you've seen nothing yet..."

"Mama, don't you dare."

Rio just laughed and pulled Y/n tighter against her side. "Don't worry, mi corazón. We'll keep it PG."

By the time the credits rolled, the living room was a nest of empty bowls, crumpled candy wrappers, and the faint glow of the TV screen. The storm outside had quieted to a gentle drizzle, raindrops pattering softly like applause.

Y/n sat up, stretching. "See? Wasn't it amazing? The music, the fights, the symbolism?!"

Agatha hummed thoughtfully, but her lips twitched upward. "I'll admit, it was... engaging. The demon transformations were nicely grotesque. And the "spells," clever."

Rio nodded. "The songs are stuck in my head already. That 'Golden' one? Very catchy."

Y/n gasped, eyes sparkling. "Mami, you liked it too?!"

"I did," Rio admitted, smiling. "You were right, querida. It was worth it."

Agatha gave her daughter a long look before sighing in defeat. "Fine. Yes. It was entertaining. But if you tell anyone I enjoyed a sing‑along edition of anything, I will deny it until my dying breath."

Y/n giggled and leaned over to hug her. "Thanks, Mama. Best rainy day ever."

Agatha softened instantly, squeezing her close. "Anything for you, my darling girl."

Rio wrapped her arms around both of them, pulling them into a warm pile of tangled limbs and blankets. "Family movie nights," she murmured. "We should do this more often."

Agatha rested her head against Rio's shoulder. "Next time, though, I pick the film."

"Deal," Y/n said, grinning. "But only if you promise not to hex the remote."

Agatha smirked. "No promises."

The three of them laughed, their voices mingling with the fading storm, the warmth of their little home wrapping tighter around them than any spell could ever hope to weave.