☆ River ☆

(My ao3)

💐 = smut ☆ = one shot

Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal

To love is to lose masterlist

Agatha Harkness x Lilia Calderu

Sun and moon (on hold)

Lilia Calderu x Reader

☆ the best kind of view - started 💐

Agatha all along if it was in Rio's perspective and even more angsty

ᯓ★ Chapter one

Warning: heavy angst, mentions of murder and child loss

Summary: Agatha had fallen in love with the impossible. She made a deal with Rio to keep her son but in the end has to face the truth.

Word count: 1.1k

The night it happened:

We always met over a dead witch. She tricked them. I guided their spirits. Same routine every week. I had grown accustomed to it. To her. I had learned all her little quirks. The way she fidgted with her brooch, her little shrug. Cosmic beings weren’t supposed to fall in love. They aren’t supposed to be able to do such a thing. Yet, somehow, I had. I was drawn to her. She wasn’t afraid of me. I wasn’t afraid of her. It felt as if there was a missing piece to me and she was that piece all along.

Soon enough, I found myself visiting her without a reason. This was my first mistake. Then I would stay overnight at her place. Second mistake. There are rules that exist for a reason. Rules cosmic beings follow to avoid getting tangled in the lives of the living. That was my final mistake - the worst mistake of them all. I stayed over for longer periods at a time. Feelings were shared and we grew closer. In more ways than one. I don’t regret any of it, not a single moment. But now I have a job to do and I will mostly definitely regret this.

I have to collect the child's soul.

Oh, divine mother, why did it have to be this way? Why couldn’t we have met over a dead coven like old times? Why like this?

The child was a stillborn. Understandably so. It was part Death, part witch. It was incomprehensible. Impossible. I watched her from a distance, I couldn’t physically imagine the pain she must be in. I simply stood there, waiting for her to notice me. Eventually, she did. The look on her face brought an immediate wave of guilt. Nothing I could do would bring comfort, not without breaking the routine of nature. The cycle of life.

I stood there, watching. Guilt clenching at, what would've been, my heart. Holding her favourite flower. It felt pointless to bring. A flower couldn't fix the damage I was going to cause.

She whispered, “no, no,” the exhaustion in her voice clear, “it cannot be.”

I simply shook my head, “It must be.” Out of all the conversations I’ve had with her. This was the worst of them all. I hated myself for it.

She gasped in pain, “You do this, and I will hate you forever.”

Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. If I could have avoided this, I would have.

She began to cry out with a mix of hurt and fear, “please let him live! Please, my love! Please.” Her last plead was so much quieter, I almost hadn’t heard it.

There was very little I could do here. It was my job. I’d be breaking the laws of nature if I let him live. Though, I’ve already gone against the laws of nature in the past and nothing happened. It wouldn’t hurt to let him live, right? I mean if she continued tricking witches then it could be like an exchange. Their lives for the baby’s. That might be able to work. For a short while at least. I spoke softly, “I can only offer time.”

Then I vanished, I no longer had a reason to be here. I just had to hope everything went according to plan otherwise everything could go horribly, horribly wrong.

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(6 years later) 

6 Years. 6 years of disobeying nature. 6 years watching her being happy. Happy with someone who should be dead. None of this was supposed to go this way and I could only offer so much time for Nicky. Borrowed time.

I’ve spent the entire day just watching Agatha. Nicky doesn’t seem to be doing any better, if not worse. I wonder if she realises it. She must know. She’s a smart witch and Nicky is clearly getting weaker as time goes on.

The two seemed to be settling down in the forest now. Just like they had every night I’d come to check on them, I'd worry about them. Agatha always made sure Nicky had the most blanket, making sure he was warm. She was a good mother. I couldn’t help but feel proud. She was doing so well.

Night had rolled around. Both of them had fallen asleep. One stopped breathing. Please forgive me for this. I walked over to the two. I didn’t come as death, I came as Rio. Her Rio. Nicky had woken up and his eyes immediately drifted to me. Something in his eyes screamed familiarity, like he knew who I was and why I was here. I waved a finger, gesturing him to come here. No, that didn’t feel right. Just taking his soul. I stopped him there and gestured for him to say goodbye to his mother. He gave her two small, innocent kisses. I wonder if he knew he was dead, he must do. I held out my hand and he took it. His were so small in comparision to mine. A painful reminder at how young he is.

His soul crossed over peacefully. He was happy. He was telling me all about his and Agatha’s adventures as we crossed the bridge. His excitement was contagious but it didn’t stop the guilt from consuming me.

The next morning, I had decided to check on how Agatha was. This would obviously destroy her.  I didn’t make myself known, hiding.

Agatha went to wake Nicky up, whispering his name. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. A panic began to settle in when she realise, “no..! I want more time!” She began to cry out, “I want more time!” It was heartbreaking to watch, to hear. It’s my fault but it was inevitable.

I watched as she buried our child, softly singing the song the two had made. Oh, what I would offer to the divine mother to be able to comfort her, for things to be different. I didn’t dare go to her, she wouldn’t react kindly to my presences. I’m not sure she ever will. Not anymore. Not after this. I watched as she put a small bit of hair in that brooch of hers. I didn’t blame her, I would do the same thing to remember the memories. To keep them close to my heart, if I had a beating one anyways.

She was whispering a familar song, one I had heard her and Nicky sing constantly. It was adorable to watch them together, singing and creating new verses along the way. Now, seeing her singing it alone - changing the lyrics to fit the loss, left a bitter taste.

Im gonna post a few fanfics on here soon hopefully along with any updates ln fanfics I've posted on ao3/wattpad (ao3 is b3llatrix_exe and my wattpad is the same)