I'll spill the ink on the empty page.

When Agatha discovers that her husband has been cheating on her by using a dominatrix agency, she is furious. And can't wait to give both of them a piece of her mind.

Enter Rio Vidal--not the woman in question, but a part of the agency. Rio is enigmatic and flirtatious, and Agatha is immediately drawn under her spell.

Which is, quite frankly, unacceptable. But Rio keeps popping up in her life in increasingly annoying ways, and before long, Agatha finds it harder and harder to keep her distance...

Hiiiii! It is very nice to see familiar faces in new fandoms. I do feel like there are a lot of parallels between agathario and root/shaw… but maybe it’s mostly just that they both like knives 🤣

“What unfinished business could you possibly have?”

“Mm, wouldn’t you like to know?” Agatha grins and then lifts her hand in a wave. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a teenager to haunt. See you around.”

“Agatha!”

Rio’s voice rings out all around her as Agatha flees.

She passes through houses as she goes, cackling long and hard.

Oh, death is going to be so much fun.

"It isn’t the first time they’ve been in this position—Villanelle thinks of pinning Eve against her fridge, smelling her perfume on Eve’s neck; thinks of pressing a knife to Eve’s stomach as Eve promised to give her whatever she wanted—but Villanelle thinks this might be the first time they’ve had an actual conversation instead of dancing around the topic.

Maybe this is what they’ve needed all along—to be trapped together with no escape, forced to confront the things they’re both trying so hard to push away." An alternative ending to 4x06, immediately following Villanelle leaving the hotel room, because I need them to have one (1) actual honest conversation and the show seems to be refusing to give that to me.

Rage simmers beneath Villanelle’s skin, sits hot and heavy at the back of her throat, so thick it’s hard for her to breathe.

She barely sees a thing as she strides down the hotel hallway to the elevator, slamming her palm hard against the button despite the elderly woman waiting beside the two sets of closed doors. It earns her a scoff and a glare, and Villanelle’s hands curl into fists as she imagines reaching out and snapping her neck.

Would it make her feel better? Villanelle loves nothing more than watching the light fade from someone’s eyes, but she feels hollow, despite Hélène’s fresh blood drying beneath her nails.

We share a bath, echoes in Villanelle’s mind, and she wants to scream.

Kate returns from Christmas with the Bartons to find a familiar intruder in her apartment, waiting for that drink...

“Home sweet home,” Kate said, unclipping Lucky’s lead as she slipped her key into the lock of her front door. “You glad to be back?”

Lucky stared up at her with big brown eyes.

Kate had no idea if that was a yes.

She wasn’t even sure if she was glad to be back herself. A week ago, if someone had told Kate she’d be spending Christmas with Clint and Laura Barton, Kate would have laughed hard enough to pull something. But she’d had fun, on a ranch in the middle of nowhere, embraced into the Barton’s family traditions without any of them blinking an eye. They’d treated Kate like she was one of them, like she belonged, and now here she was, back in the city she’d always been proud to call home.

Except now it didn’t feel like home. Now it felt tainted, dirty, lonely because her father was gone and her mother was locked away, and Clint was back in Missouri and Kate was here, lost and adrift and without a mission—

Not that she was being dramatic, or anything.