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Hello all! This is my first time posting on Archive! I used to post on Fanfic under the name darkwolfknight. I wondered over here now. It’s been a long time since I have posted any type of fan fic but after watching Agatha All along and the dynamic with Agatha and Rio. I had put it on pen and paper before bringing it on here. This story that is going to be put out, I saw someone saying something like well, if Wanda knew Agatha use to have a child and was happy, she would have used her powers to alter reality to give her that. It’s my version of this. So, with that said I hope you all enjoy the journey that I will be taking Agatha on.
Agatha underestimated Wanda Maximoff in the end. She thought her naïve, maybe stupid, to just use her powers to manipulate the town of Westview. Its her stupid fantasy with her stupid, perfect family, when she could have used her powers for so much more. Agatha ignores the pangs of jealousy that Wanda has her husband-machine Vison and the twins to love. To have when she did not. Well, not anymore. Anyways, she went through each shift, manipulating where she can in the background. The purple witch had to admit she found Wanda intriguing. The Darkhold has a whole chapter dedicated to her, the Scarlet Witch. So much power in her grasp and here she is just using her powers to make a family. It made her sick when Wanda could do so much more. In the end, Wanda did. She has her on the ground in Westview, her powers gone sucked up by the Scarlet Witch. Agatha’s arrogance led her to this moment. Powerless, at the mercy of someone else. Something she promised herself she would never be after her mother tried to kill her. For the first time, in an exceptionally long time, she felt helpless.
Agatha crawls backwards from the advancing Wanda, her hands glowing the usual, bright red color. Her body aches with each push but she is desperately trying to think of anyway out of this situation.
“Wanda…come on now.” Agatha starts but shrieks and covers her head when a hex bolt explodes near her head. Bits of concrete shatter all over her. That was a warning shot to keep her from talking her way out of this.
“I considered you a dear friend, Agatha. How could you?” Wanda asks, her lips curl up in seething anger when a cackle comes from the down witch.
“It was so easy, Wanda. Like taking candy from a baby.”
Blood spurts out of the brunette’s mouth when a red boot slams into her chest, forcing Agatha’s head to bounce off the pavement. Her head swims as Wanda’s face swirls around her vision. A dead look is in the blazing eyes. Wanda’s hand is raised to make the final strike. Agatha hears a remarkably familiar laugh in her head, but she mentally shakes it away.
“Do you know what it’s like, Agatha?” The Scarlet Witch questions, her voice even but hard as iron. Agatha spits out the excessive blood onto the boot that is holding her down.
“To go nuts and force people to be in your sick fantasies. No, not really”
Agatha hisses through her bloody teeth when more pressure is put onto her chest causing her to sink closer to the ground.
“To lose the ones you love. To watch them die before your eyes and know there is nothing you can do about it. To want a family when you have none.”
Wanda expects to see a sneer along with a snarky comment but to her shock that is not what happens. She watches as the smirk slowly morph into a frown as well as an intense flash of grief and pain in the now cool, blue eyes. Wanda lets up her foot off of the witch’s chest just a bit. Her hands go down to her red glow slowly dims. This is not what she expected.
“You do.”
Tears well up in Agatha’s eyes. All the deep pain and hurt she has buried is worming its way back up at the sympathetic look she is getting now. She doesn’t need anyone’s sympathy. She has survived this long without it.
“You know nothing!”
Wanda bends over, her eyes curious, as she puts a finger to the middle of the purple witch’s forehead. For the first time, she can see into her mind. She has to see. She has to know why. Agatha screams in anguish as Wanda delves into her mind. Flashes of a beautiful women in green holding Agatha’s face. The light, brown eyes reflect the deep love for the woman. Agatha’s own reflecting the same love and intense happiness. The two were about to kiss when there is another flash.
This time Agatha is by a river. Her stomach swollen from pregnancy. Her face racked in pain as the pangs of labor is in progress. Her face fearful as she pleads to her not to take her child.
“ Please, my love.”
“I can only offer time.”
Another flash. Agatha holding a baby boy in her arms. A mother’s love written on her face as she carefully holds her newborn to her chest.
‘ Nicholas Scratch’
Wanda watches as Agatha raises the child. A sickly child to which nothing could cure except for other witches lives to prolong his own. She then sees the woman in green making sure the child kisses Agatha before the two walk hand in hand under the green fire. The heartbreaking sobs when the purple witch realizes her child has passed away during the night.
“No…No…No, I need more time.”
She manages to see his little grave when Agatha’s wrathful voice breaks through her many visions.
“Get the fuck out of my mind!”
Wanda is tossed off with all the strength Agatha has in her. Tears are streaming down her face as she slowly gets to her knees. She is panting heavily. It took all of her mental and physical strength to get Wanda away from her.
“I’ll fucking kill you for violating my mind” The purple witch promises as she hastily wipes away her tears. Those memories are hers and hers alone. Wanda looks at her with both pity and understanding. Agatha scoffs.
“I don’t need your pity, Wanda.”
Wanda gets to her feet then walks over to her with unshed tears. They are more alike than she thought. They carry the pain of loss but in different ways.
“I understand now.” The Scarlet Witch replies softly. She has different plans on how to deal with Agatha. She was going to use her powers to turn her into the nosy neighbor she played in all her scenarios. It seemed fitting but now she has a new plan. Agatha moves her head away from the outreaching fingers, but it doesn’t stop the Scarlet Witch.
“You deserve better. I’ll give it to you.” Wanda promises with a gentle smile. Agatha knits her eyebrows together at those words. What is she playing at?
“And how is the Scarlet Witch going to do that? Make sure I’m never born?” Agatha asks sarcastically and with a sniffle. Her heart aches more than the actual physical pain in her chest. She has kept that pain behind her concrete wall. There is only one person who would understood it, but she pushed her away. She let her sadness and pain morph into hatred towards her even though she loves her more then anything. Well besides Nicholas.
“No, a chance at what you never had.” Wanda answers with genuine affection and sincerity as she cups one of the tear-stained cheeks. Underneath the snarkiness, sassiness, power is a woman who has lost so much but yet kept marching forward. A kindred spirit even if Agatha would whole heartedly deny this. The brunette looks up to her with confusion at those words.
“What do you mean?”
Wanda doesn’t respond as she moves her hand up from the cheek towards the fearful, blue eyes. Her hand is glowing red. Agatha’s heart is hammering in her chest.
“What are you doing?!”
The world bleeds from red to black as Wanda’s voice echoes from a faraway place.
“Giving you your family.”
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A loud, continuous buzzing fills the black void. Agatha groans as she blearily opens her eyes. A cellphone is lighted up as it continues to buzz away. She reaches for the phone and pulls it up to see 5:30 am on the screen as the alarm is going off. She stares at it with confusion. She doesn’t remember doing this let alone setting an alarm this early in the morning. She can be an early riser but not this early. Hearing the birds chirping this early in the morning is as bad as hearing people sing before she had her morning coffee. She goes to swipe the phone screen to shut of the ear grating sound and go back to sleep when she notices a golden glint on her left, right finger. Noticing a lamp on the side desk, she sets her phone down and reaches for wherever the place is to turn on the lamp. She gives a slight ack at the sudden brightness hitting her retinas.
“Why does it have to be so bright?”
Agatha blinks her eyes a couple of time until her eyes adjust to the new light. She holds out her left hand under the white light. Her heart flips when she sees a wedding band. The outer part is the gold, but the middle part is unique. She turns her hand around to see the inside is pure amethyst but in the middle of that is a smaller band. It is brilliant emerald going around. She is married. She has never been married before. There was only ever one person she’d ever consider that, but she made sure she’d never see her again. Not after acquiring the Darkhold.
She feels movement around her waist. Agatha pulls the purple comforter to see a remarkably familiar green painted fingernails splayed on her slightly exposed stomach. A copy of her wedding band is resting comfortably on the left, ring finger. Though the colors on the inside are reversed. It’s mostly emerald with a smaller band of amethyst. Her whole body begins to shake. This is not possible. What did Wanda do?
The fingers on her stomach curl as the one person she didn’t want to see stretches against her. She inhales when breasts are pressed lightly against her back followed by a light kiss on her neck. Her body naturally relaxes into the old but familiar touch.
Rio’s voice whispers into her ear.
“You going to turn that off, Agatha? I was sleeping like the dead.”
Rio chuckles before kissing the side of her face. Agatha rushes out of the embrace earning a confused look from the green witch.
“Agatha?”
Agatha looks at Rio, who is completely nude with the covers pooled around her waist. The brunette wildly points a finger at her.
“What are you doing here? Is this some kind of sick joke?” Agatha accuses. A flinch goes across Rio’s beautiful, brown eyes before she gives a laugh.
“You’re calling me being your wife a sick joke?”
Rio cocks her head to the side at the confused but hateful eyes staring at her. She has only seen that look when the woman in front of her is having a really hard suspect.
“My love, what is wrong?”
Agatha grits her teeth at the pet name. She growls at the woman who took away their son.
“Don’t call me that! You lost that privilege a long time ago.” The purple witches hiss with so much venom that Rio’s eyes furrow deeply in thought. She flings the covers off of her. Something is wrong with her wife. She hasn’t spoken to her like that ever. Yes, they have had their arguments, but Agatha has never spewed something so horrible to her.
“Agatha, you’re acting strange. What’s going on?” Rio asks, making her way around the bed but stops when a purple bolt is hurled towards her. She easily blocks it with her own magic. Agatha has a wild look as she looks around the bedroom. It’s like it’s the first time she has seen all of this. This has to be a spell to make her forget. Maybe implant false memories. Agatha juts out her bottom jaw in thought, her hands still glowing.
“This isn’t right.” Agatha whispers, slowly inching her way towards the closed bedroom door. “None of this is right.”
She has to get out of here. Her eyes narrow in thought at who could have done this to her.
“Wanda.” Agatha hisses before running towards the door. She opens it with such force that it slams against the wall, drowning out Rio’s desperate call to her.
Agatha is breathing heavily, her slightly unkept hair clinging to her glistening skin. She follows the darken hallway to a set of stairs that go down. She looks over her shoulder to make sure Rio isn’t following her. She huffs some of her hair out of her face before rushing down the stairs. Her feet hit the cool, wooden floor. Her eyes wandering around for the fastest exit. She sees the front door isn’t too far from her.
“Bingo!”
She starts to pad towards it when a low, rich questioning voice speaks up from behind her.
“Where you are going, mom?”
The brunette freezes at the unfamiliar voice calling her by that name. She turns around to see a young, twenty-year-old woman. She is dressed in Westview police department uniform. She has a bowl of cereal in her and as she puts a full spoon into her mouth. Its like looking in a mirror. The only thing that is different really is that she has Rio’s nose. Blue eyes look at her curiously. Head full of her chocolate, brown hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail.
“You’re my ride since we go work at the same place.” The woman’s voice is muffled as her mouth is full of cereal. Agatha slowly walks towards her. Her hands are out in front, ready to attack this person who claims that she is her mother.
“Who are you?”
The woman gives a confused snort. She swallows her food before speaking.
“Uh…did you hit your head? I’m RJ. Your daughter.” RJ replies. Agatha’s eyes twitch at the admission. She shakes her head incredulously. That is not possible. She never had a daughter. She only had a son.
“Cute. I never had a daughter so who the hell are you?”
The purple witch slowly begins to build up her purple to blast this nobody. RJ cocks her head to the side with a frown and hurt in her eyes at the accusation. She is about to put her breakfast down and seek out her mother. Maybe she could talk some sense into her mom.
“Like I Said, I’m your daughter. Rose Jane Harkness-Vidal.” She answers, taking step forward. She has never seen her mom act so erratically. Its scaring her. She needs her other parent for support.
“I don’t have a daughter!” Agatha yells as her powers builds up even more. She then pushes it towards her supposed daughter. RJ yells when the purple hits her. She goes flying backwards. She hits the kitchen island, sending various kitchen items flying all over the area. She rolls over it herself and slams down on the other side. Agatha is breathing heavily with her hands out in front of her with a purple glow. She carefully goes around the island to see RJ’s body limp on the ground. Blood is starting to pool under the body. The purple witch kicks the body, but she doesn’t move. She breaths out and puts her hands down. Now she has to find Wanda and have another conversation with her. She may not have the Darkhold, but she has her powers again. It will be her downfall.
“Agatha! Rio exclaims while finishing wrapping a green, silk robe around her body. Agatha glares at her when she puts a hand on her shoulder. She is going to say something when she sees her daughter, bleeding and unconscious, on the floor.
“RJ!”
Rio immediately goes down to her knees and by her side. She swallows hard as she carefully turns the downed woman over onto her back. One of the butchers knives is sticking out of the side of her chest. She lovingly caresses the side of the pale face. The green witch looks up to her wife with a harden look.
“Why did you attack our daughter?” Rio demands, standing up and hitting the brunette hard on the shoulder. Agatha mouths an ow while rubbing the offending apart. Rio is stronger than she looks.
“We never had a daughter. We only had a son. Nicholas. Which you took from me!” Agatha counters heatedly, standing toe to toe with her apparent wife and the father of their daughter. She will never forget waking up to see Nicholas dead in her arms. The grave she built for him. That is what she remembers not this woman who claims to be her daughter. Rio squints her eyes at her. Her thoughts are going in all different directions.
“The only place I took Nicky is to NYU. To be a doctor.” Rio answers with much concern for the woman she love so much. How could she forget all of this? Their lives. Their children. She reaches forward and touches the side of her wife’s face. Agatha doesn’t move away from the touch as all this confusion is making her head pound. Nicholas is alive and they also have a daughter. Wanda gave her a family like she said she would.
All of a sudden, Agatha’s mind is assaulted with memories of this new life. She clutches her head as she bends over. The pain grows in intensity as her new life plays in her mind like a movie real. She sees flashes of her and Rio’s wedding. Small and intimate. In a graveyard. Rio wearing a stunning, black dress. Deep love and happiness in both of their eyes. The rings slipping onto each of their ring finger.
Another memory flashes by. Agatha is in the hospital giving birth. Rio being so attentive to her needs. She sees twins. One boy and one girl. She finally has the family she has always wanted.
Another flash. Rio is hold their children in her arms. RJ is happily touching the skull part of Rio’s death form. Nicholas sleeping against her chest.
Another flash. Seeing Nicholas off to NYU to start his career as a doctor. Agatha proudly seeing RJ being accepted into the Westview police department.
“Agatha! Agatha!”
Rio’s voice sounds worried and so far, away but it anchors her down to the present. The memories stop finally. Agatha gives a sharp gasp of air. Its like she just come out from under the ocean. She unclenches her eyes; her hands limply drop down to her side as exhaustion sets in. Rio’s hands are on her back as she slowly stands back up.
“My love, are you ok?”
Agatha breath hard through her mouth while looking to Rio, her wife.
“Yeah…I’m ok.” She answers hoarsely, she feels a trickle of liquid run down her nose. She wipes it away with the back of her only to see crimson blood splashed against her skin. She then cup Rio’s face and presses a deep, loving kiss on the parted lips. Rio relaxes at the familiar touch. It looks like Agatha is back to her normal self. The brunette breaks the kiss then rests her forehead against her wife’s. She closes her eyes.
“I’m so sorry how I acted. I don’t know what happened.” Agatha apologizes, giving another kiss but this time to reassure her concern wife. Her eyes fly open when she remembers what she did to her daughter.
“RJ!”
There is a soft, painful groan behind the kitchen. Hands land on the countertop and with an efforted grunt RJ’s head appears above the black marble countertop. Blood stains the side of her face with a pained expression.
“Don’t worry about me.”
RJ slowly pushes herself up into a standing position. She looks to the knife sticking out of her chest. She grasps the handle. She breaths rapidly as she psyches herself up to do what she needs to do. With a pained gasp, she pulls out the butcher knife then drops the bloody knife onto the countertop.
“I’m great.”
Agatha brushes past her wife to go to her injured daughter’s side. She can’t believe she attacked her own flesh and blood like that. She killed her mother yes, but her mother was trying to kill her first. It was self-defense. She would never willingly hurt her children. RJ hisses at the iron grip hug her mom as engulfed her in.
“Not healed! Not healed mom!” RJ groans in pain but doesn’t really struggle to leave her mom’s embrace. Agatha immediately pulls away not wanting to cause her even more pain. The young woman looks to the side where she was injured. She pulls at the uniform to see what the damage was. All three women watch as the gaping, bloody hole begins to knit itself back together: sinew by sinew. It is only last for a couple seconds until it returns to smooth flesh.
It still amazes Agatha to see RJ heal instantly from her wounds. Nicholas has the same ability but not as powerful as his sister’s. She inherited more of the green witch then he did. His powers will help him be the best doctor around.
RJ clicks her tongue ruefully at the hole in her uniform.
“Well, good thing I have a spare.”
She sighs softly before casting a concern at her hovering mom. She has never seen her so fearful and erratic.
“Are you ok, mom?” She asks with heavy care. The brunette has grabbed towel to wipe away the blood off her daughter’s face. Leave it to RJ to shower her with concern when she was the one who threw her counter, injuring her. She lovingly tucks some of the brown locks off of RJ’s face.
“I’m ok.”
RJ smiles but it doesn’t displace the worry in the familiar, blue eyes. The young woman opens her mouth to counter, but Rio pops up next to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. She needs to get her in new clothes while talking to her wife alone.
“Go get changed, mija. I’ll take care of your mother.” Rio gently urges with a squeeze. RJ nods her head silently before walking away. She casts a glance back towards her parents. Rio extracts the towel from her wife’s hands. She turns it around to a clean side. She uses it to carefully wipe away the blood off of Agatha’s face.
“You want to tell me what happened?”
There is no accusation in her tone. She just wants to understand how it all happened. Agatha shakes her head while licking her lips. She doesn’t understand it at all. It was like her head was in a fog and she couldn’t get out of it. Rio uses the back of her hand and caresses one of Agatha’s cheeks to which the brunette leans into the touch. It calms her. Centers her.
“I-I don’t know.”
“You mentioned Wanda.”
Agatha sharply opens her eyes at the name. She hasn’t seen said woman in years. She misses the glint of jealously in her wife’s eyes after bringing up her name.
“I did?”
Agatha’s forehead starts to pound the more she thinks on it. She has had her run ins with the Scarlet Witch. Hell, they were neighbors for years until the Maximoff family just up and let one day. Why would she say her name? It doesn’t make any sense.
“I-I can’t remember.” Agatha whispers truthfully. Rio cups her face. Then caresses her cheeks with her thumbs.
“It’s ok, Agatha.”
She gives a light kiss on the trembling lips.
“Maybe you shouldn’t go to work today, and I’ll stay back from mine.”
Agatha feels a surge of affection for her love. She kisses her forehead. When Nicholas and RJ was born Rio decided to kind of step down as Death. She created avatars to help souls cross over into the afterlife. She actually got a real job. Corner. She can’t stay away from death permanently.
“No, I’m ok. Plus, I’m RJ’s ride.” Agatha answers. Rio isn’t one hundred percent sold but she will relent for now. They can pick this up later. She fixes her robe.
“Well, go get changed then. Don’t want to be late” She concedes. She grabs the bloodied butchers knife to clean her daughter’s blood off of it. Agatha stares at her back before doing just that.
The brunette is leaning against her care, waiting for RJ to emerge from the house. The door opens up and RJ walks out of the house, putting her police cap on top of her head. Agatha beams with pride. To say that RJ wanted to follow in her footsteps made her happy was an understatement.
“Let’s go catch some crime, Office Harkness-Vidal” Agatha proudly proclaims before opening the driver’s door.
An exceedingly long first chapter but I didn’t want the chapter to end on a cliff hanger with Wanda shifting reality for Agatha. I really like from AAA that Agatha was a detective, so I stuck with it. I feel like it actually kind of fits her. I also gave her powers back because I do write better with a more fantasy aspect then real grounded one. I gave her twins because Wanda would have thought it would be better for Nicholas to have a sibling like she did, and her children did. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter. I will try weekly updates, but I can’t guarantee it.
Anways…. see you all in the next chapter.
DWK