"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
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