With much resentment and a lot of time, Agatha had just begun to accept her family name and the weight that came with it until she met Rio Vidal. The newest student in her biochemistry class. The girl had her feet up on the desk, her dark hair hanging loose around her ears with an expression plastered on her face that conveyed a hatred toward this place and everyone around her, it was a look that captured everything Agatha despised. Rio was in fact very very different to the other girls and that's what drew Agatha in. She was new and she was bold but it wasn't until she picked her eyes up off her book to look at Agatha that she knew she was trouble. It was at that exact moment everything in Agatha's life changed and nothing was ever going to be the same again. Agatha x Rio wlw

What if Agatha had been there in the MCU all along?

Sometimes Life pulls you in many directions, but her Mother, Agatha Harkness, dragged her to Germany to help her find the Scarlet Witch who bound her. But, diverting her from her path, she meets a women that steps in as a Mother figure when she needed it most. The story of a 115 year old baby witch, born from Rio Vidal and Agatha Harkness, Luna Potentia Harkness A Little Bit of Harkness a narrative of Motherhood and Mystery.

The first time Rio and Agatha meet is just after she killed her entire coven. From that moment on the are bound. Or why Death is so obsessed with Agatha's life? Warning for shameless smut ahead, and a very possessive Rio!

Part 2 of Death's Echo. Death had always given peace, silently guiding souls to the release they craved, though it was a gift meant only for mortals. For eternity, she carried out her duty, untouched by the solace she granted-until she met Agatha Harkness. Agatha's soul burned brighter than any other, drawing Death in with her power and complexity. Curiosity turned to connection, and in Agatha, Death found something she never thought possible: love, and with it, peace. But when Agatha died, that peace vanished. And she wanted it back.

When Rio joined Agatha on the witches' road, she wasn't scared. If anything, she was cocky. The idea of walking the witches' road with her wife again felt like an adventure-an opportunity to be by Agatha's side, even if Agatha clearly didn't want her there. Rio thought it would be fun, familiar, despite the trials ahead. She had convinced herself nothing could touch her. But when the second trial arrived, everything changed. Rio found herself standing on the porch of the only home she had ever known-the home she shared with Agatha and their son, Nicholas. The witches' road was ancient, as old as she was, and it had reached into her mind, plucked her deepest fear from the darkness she refused to acknowledge. It wasn't a monster or some forgotten villain. It was a memory. The memory of the day she lost everything. And in that moment, standing on that porch, Rio realized the truth: for all her bravado, the witches' road knew exactly how to break her. Because the one thing Rio feared more than anything was reliving the day her world shattered.