Rio Vidal lives a quiet, quaint life on her houseboat in northern New Zealand, tending to her plants and the occasional text from her daughter, away at college. On a day like any other day, the winding course of her path is interrupted by a woman, seemingly falling out of the sky -- and right into her lap. What does it take to fall in love with somone? Familiarity? Time? Recognition? Rio has none of that and yet, her descent begins the moment their palms touch, and an unbelievable journey across the world unfurls in front of her.

Agatha and Rio from Agatha all along💕 It starts off a bit rocky so bear with me, it gets better! ⚠️I don't own any of the characters⚠️

"Agatha, why don't you show us your battle scars?" Jen smiles whilst saying this, not in an unkind way at all, but Agatha swallows the lump of apprehension in her throat. Logically, she knows that Jen does not mean to say this to embarrass her, but there's a hot flash of humiliation in the pit of her stomach. Obviously, she's being irrational; nobody knows about.. those ones. Not even Rio. She forces the heat creeping up her neck down and says, "I don't have any." OR Agathario angst. Everyone needs a hug. Old scars. Girls kissing. Lesbian feelings. You get it. (Now a chapter fic! Chapter one was written as a one shot, and it can be read as a stand-alone.) originally posted on ao3