Work Text:
“Agatha?”
Agatha’s eyes fluttered open at the sound of that voice. Soft, warm, heartbreakingly familiar.
Then she saw her.
Rio was kneeling beside her, eyes wide with relief and something gentler beneath it. “There you are…” she whispered, like she’d been searching forever. And she had .
Agatha blinked, disoriented, her gaze drifting around the room. The house was a mess. Photos taped to the walls. Furniture askew. She was naked, but someone (Rio, of course) had draped a sheet over her.
Agatha’s throat was dry. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Rio offered a hesitant smile. “Your neighbor’s husband died, so I was in the area. I heard a rumor about a crazy witch playing detective, and… then I saw you. You were under one of Wanda’s spells, so I broke it.”
Agatha groaned, pressing her palms to her temples as fractured memories scrambled for clarity. “I didn’t need your help.”
Rio stood slowly, holding out a hand with gentle insistence. “Maybe I just wanted to help you.”
Agatha swatted her hand away and stood up on her own, the sheet slipping to the ground.
Rio’s eyes went wide. She scrambled to catch it, but Agatha was already storming toward the door.
“Agatha, wait I don’t think—” Rio started, trailing behind.
“Quiet!” The purple witch didn’t even look back.
Outside, the morning sun stung her eyes. She spotted her neighbor tending to his plants.
She marched up to the fence. “Herb! How long has it been since Wanda Maximoff was here?”
The man, startled by her nude form, blanched and quickly averted his eyes. “Uh… hey, Agnes! Uh, it’s been a little over two years. It’s John, by the way. Herb’s just, um… what Wanda used to call me.”
He lowered his voice to a whisper. “We don’t really say her name around these parts anymore…”
Agatha rolled her eyes and snapped back, “Because you’re cowards!” She crossed her arms. “And me?! What the hell have I been doing this whole time?!”
Rio, trailing behind like a damn dog, tried again. “Agatha, please— just come inside, let me help—”
“Knock it off!” Agatha snapped, swatting at the sheet in Rio’s arms without even glancing at her.
John cleared his throat, gaze still fixed somewhere to the left of her ankles. “Well… mostly just being in your own world! But everyone’s, uh, really grateful for your heroic efforts in getting… the witch out of town. We take turns bringing groceries, checking in…”
Agatha’s nostrils flared. “So I was losing my mind, and the lot of you just watched?”
He stammered. “We couldn’t really do much… Harold and Sarah tried to get you to a doctor to see what the issue was, but then you punched Harold and bit Sarah so…”
He gave a nervous chuckle. “On the bright side, your witchy wife came to help!”
Agatha whipped around to glare at Rio, who stood awkwardly, holding the sheet like a peace offering. Her face was hopeful. Too hopeful.
“She is not my wife,” Agatha growled.
John winced. “Oh… Right. Sorry. She said— um—”
He awkwardly shrugged off his jacket, holding it out to her. “Maybe just take this and—”
Agatha scowled, knocking it to the ground with a sharp flick of her hand. She was already turning on her heel, stomping back toward her home.
And Rio followed, of course she did.
Agatha stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her… except Rio slipped through at the last second, nearly getting caught in the frame.
Agatha grabbed the purple floral robe hanging on the hook, shrugging it over her shoulders in a rush. She took a breath, flicked her fingers, and twisted her wrists, trying to summon even the tiniest spark of magic.
Nothing.
With a growl of frustration, she screamed.
Rio’s voice came soft and careful. “Agatha, I can—”
“Rio, just shut up and let me think!” Agatha snapped, spinning on her.
Rio flinched, her mouth clamping shut as her eyes dropped to the floor. “Sorry…”
Agatha’s jaw tightened. She didn’t apologize. She never did. She turned away, pretending the sting in her chest wasn’t from guilt.
She stalked toward the basement, the echo of her steps heavy with rage. Rio followed silently behind.
When they reached the bottom, Agatha stopped cold.
No magical dungeon. No glowing runes. No enchanted tools. Just pipes. Concrete. Shelves full of cleaning solutions and paper towels.
Agatha moved toward the shelves like a woman possessed, rummaging through boxes and bottles, ripping open containers in the desperate hope that something had been left behind. A single spell. A relic. A crumb of power.
Rio stood at the base of the stairs, nervously fidgeting with her sleeves, watching with quiet heartbreak.
Agatha opened a bottle of Windex, sniffed it, poured some out. Nothing. No glamor. No trick.
With a roar, she hurled the bottle at the wall. The plastic cracked. Blue liquid sprayed across the floor.
She pressed her hands to her face, dragging her fingers through her hair like she could tear out the frustration by the roots.
“Are you alright, my love?” Rio asked, soft and cautious.
“Don’t call me that!” Agatha’s voice cracked with rage. “And no! That bitch took everything! My magic, my dungeon, and the fucking Darkhold! Who the fuck does she think she—“
“I can bring you to her!” Rio blurted.
For once, Agatha didn’t immediately tell her to shut it.
She turned, eyes narrowing. “And how, exactly, do you plan to do that? Isn’t she hiding behind the Darkhold?”
Rio nodded quickly. “Yes, but her magic’s amplified by the Mind Stone. And… as you know, my siblings and I made the infinity stones. My magic is in her. So unlike you… I’m able to trace her. No matter where she is or what she has.”
Agatha raised a brow, considering.
“Well,” she muttered. “For once, you’re actually useful.”
She stepped closer, poking a firm finger into Rio’s chest.
“Good. I’m going to get dressed. And you…” she jabbed again, “are taking me to her.”
Rio smiled, nodding eagerly. “Of course. Anything for you.”
Agatha turned on her heel, stomping up the stairs.
“Get ready to ferry a soul tonight,” she snarled, “because I’m going to kill this scarlet bitch.”
An hour had passed.
Agatha descended the stairs, calm and composed. She wore a crisp white button-down, tucked neatly into high-waisted dress pants, her sleeves rolled to the elbows. Her hair was pinned just so, a bit of makeup adding definition to the quiet fury in her eyes.
Rio lit up at the sight, practically beaming. “You look exceptional, sweetheart,” she said, conjuring a small flower with a flick of her fingers.
Agatha’s hand twitched.
For a moment, it looked like she might take it. But then she scoffed and looked away.
“And you look…” Her eyes swept over Rio’s usual grim ensemble. Dark robe, hood up, all shadow and solemnity. “…like Death.”
Rio blinked, then looked down at herself. “Would you prefer something more casual?”
With a snap, her outfit shifted, dark jeans, a fitted black T-shirt, black Converse. Still monochrome, but softer. Approachable. She smiled. “I don’t understand why you insist on changing by hand when you could wear anything in an instant.”
Agatha rolled her eyes. “Beautiful things take time.”
Rio tilted her head, her smile warm. “Indeed they do.” She held the flower up again, this time wiggling it gently between her fingers.
Agatha didn’t look at her. Her jaw tightened, and she turned sharply away, refusing to let Rio see the faint pull at her lips.
“Well. You gonna take me to the bitch or not?”
“Right! Of course.” Rio fumbled slightly, trying to recover her poise. She stepped forward and sliced the air open with her knife, revealing a green, glowing portal.
She bowed dramatically, arm extended. “After you, my lady.”
Agatha flicked her hair over her shoulder, hiding a smirk. “You’re insufferable.”
Still, she stepped through the portal.
Rio followed, flower still in hand.
Agatha wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it certainly wasn’t this.
They stood on the terrace of a top-floor apartment in a decadent Manhattan skyscraper, the city pulsing far below them like a living machine. The terrace was alive with plants. Ivy spilling over the railings, tall potted trees pressed against the walls, vines twisting through wrought iron.
A clutter of jars and bottles lined one table, glass vessels filled with glowing liquids, dried herbs, and stranger things. At the far end, two modest chairs and a small table looked out over the skyline.
Agatha blinked. “How the hell is she considered missing in action when she’s living in a fancy ass New York penthouse?”
Rio shrugged. “Well. Technically, it doesn’t exist. It’s like a pocket dimension, hidden from perception. Not just humans, either. Witches, celestials, even most cosmic forces can’t find it. But again, her magic is technically mine, so I can come and go as I please.” She slid open the glass door, gesturing inside. “Also, it’s… bigger on the inside.”
Agatha stepped through with practiced confidence… and stopped.
It looked like a cathedral swallowed by shadow. The sunlight from outside was gone. In its place, a cavernous interior lined with stone columns, marble floors with a long red carpet. There was no furniture. No actual windows. Just a single grand door beneath a massive stained-glass panel, the glowing scarlets, maroons, and crimsons forming the unmistakable shape of the Scarlet Witch, crowned in her headpiece, robed in power.
Agatha scoffed. “Could she be more full of herself?”
But Rio didn’t answer. She had gone still, eyes wide, trembling just enough to catch Agatha’s attention.
“The detail is incredible…” Rio whispered. “It almost feels like the Sagrada Família. Only… darker.”
She walked forward slowly, fingertips grazing the carved columns. Each one depicted a moment of Wanda’s life. Her childhood in Sokovia, the falling bombs, her and Pietro in HYDRA, Pietro’s death, the Infinity War, Westview, the twins, Vision.
Then… blank columns. Empty. Waiting.
Rio stopped before them, hand hovering as if afraid to touch. Her voice was barely audible. “I’ve never felt this much power…”
Agatha frowned.
This was Death. She’s walked through galaxies collapsing, kissed the last star as it faded. And now she stood here, trembling.
Agatha clenched her jaw. “Haven’t you been here before? Stop gawking and bring me to her already.”
Rio blinked out of her trance. “Oh! I, um. I haven’t actually been here. I can always sense her, but ever since she acquired the Darkhold she’s been… terrifyingly powerful. She could write me out of reality with a few simple words, then go about her day like nothing happened.”
Agatha’s voice sharpened. “If you’re so scared of the ‘big bad witch’ then why the fuck are you here?!”
Rio looked at her. Simply. Quietly. “Because you asked.”
Agatha faltered. Just for a second. Then she turned. “Well, we’re here. Where is she?”
Rio rubbed her neck. “I’m… not sure. Her trace led us here but now I feel her… everywhere.” She shuddered. “We’ll just have to… poke around, I guess?”
Agatha rolled her eyes. “Back to being useless again.” She marched forward and pushed open the grand wooden door.
A long, dark hallway stretched before them.
The first room they entered looked like a witch’s workshop straight out of a cliché.
Agatha almost laughed. Seriously? A cauldron sat in the center. Potion jars hung from the ceiling by twine. The dark oak cabinets lining the walls smelled like old herbs and smoke.
Too nosey for her own good, she strode to one of the cupboards and pulled it open. Her jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?” She held up a jar like it was evidence in court. “She stole my good herbs! And she’s not even using them!”
With a scoff, she shoved the jar into Rio’s chest, already opening the next cabinet, grumbling as she tossed her more random objects.
Rio stumbled, catching stuff. “Are you… robbing the Scarlet Witch…?”
Agatha groaned. “Her name is just Wanda. Don’t act like she’s some kind of divine being. And no, I’m not robbing her, I’m reclaiming what’s mine. Although… she does deserve to be robbed.” She tossed Rio a relic, an ornate vase pulsing faintly with ancient energy. Something Agatha definitely hadn’t owned before.
Rio conjured a bottomless bag and dumped the items in with a sigh. “Agatha, I really think we should be careful here…”
Agatha was already elbow-deep in the next cabinet. “Just because you’re afraid of her doesn’t mean I am.”
She yanked on another handle, only to be blasted back by a jolt of red magic. It hit her like lightning, crackling through her body. Too fast for her to siphon. She hit the floor with a thud.
“Shit! Goddammit— ugh!”
Rio dropped the bag and rushed over. “Agatha! Are you okay?”
She stood up. “I’m fine—”
“Let me look.” Rio gently took her arm, rolling the sleeve higher. Agatha hissed through her teeth.
Glowing red lines, like burning lightning bolts, had embedded themselves into her skin. They pulsed with pain. Living magic.
Without hesitation, Rio brought her glowing green fingertips to Agatha’s arm, tracing the damage. Her magic was soft, delicate, warm. Agatha shivered at the contact. When the red finally faded, Rio didn’t pull away. Instead, she lifted Agatha’s hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.
“All better now,” she said softly. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
Agatha froze.
Those eyes. Big, dark, sincere. They were too close now. Too tender. Rio was beautiful. Loyal. Loving. But Agatha couldn’t look at her without seeing their son’s face. Couldn’t see love without remembering loss.
“Fucking stop looking at me like that!” Agatha snapped, yanking her hand away.
Rio flinched. “I— I’m sorry, I just wanted to—”
“I don’t care! God, why are you so fucking needy?!” Agatha’s voice cracked. “Why can’t you just— just— i need you to— I can’t— fuck!” She turned away, clutching her head. Breathing hard.
Then she picked up the bag, shoving it into Rio’s arms.
“You listen to me,” she said through clenched teeth. “You are gonna be quiet the rest of the time we’re here. Don’t help unless I ask. And walk behind me. I don’t wanna see your fucking face, got it?”
Rio didn’t move. Her lip trembled, jaw tight. But she nodded. “Okay…” Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
The silence that followed was brutal. Agatha’s chest tightened, but she shoved the feeling down. She had a mission. She had to stay focused.
“Good,” she said. Flat. Cold. “Off we go, then.”
She turned, walking toward the next room without looking back.
They passed through more rooms. And more rooms. And more rooms.
A massive library with towering shelves full of romance novels and self-help books, Agatha noticed not a single spellbook or grimoire in sight.
Next came a kitchen so overstocked with pots it looked like a blacksmith’s forge. Pots hanging from the ceiling, pots stacked in cupboards, pots sitting inside other pots like Russian dolls. And yet… not a single goddamn pan.
The dining room? A banquet table long enough to seat thirty, yet only two chairs, dramatically placed at either end like a standoff.
Bathrooms.
So. Many. Bathrooms.
One was a rainforest spa with a standing stone shower. Another had a pink clawfoot tub shaped like a swan. One was just a pit filled with rose petals and steam. One was… suspiciously medieval.
Then came the modern additions: a home theater playing old sitcom reruns on loop. A gym with pristine machines and a glowing neon sign that said “Pain is Power.” A sleek laundry room with golden detergent bottles labeled “Enchanted Fresh.” A shooting range, but no guns. A bowling alley where the pins screamed when knocked over. A greenhouse that looked like the Singapore Airport.
A swimming pool filled with lavender-colored water and glowing koi fish. A wine cellar that required a password (Rio guessed it was “TeamCap69” and was correct). A gallery of abstract paintings that all vaguely resembled Wanda’s face.
The strangest room was bathed in purple growing lights, packed with rows of planter boxes. The pungent smell hit them instantly. Agatha gawked. “Is she growing marijuana? In a cosmic cathedral?”
Rio shrugged.
Some doors didn’t lead to rooms at all, but to places. A beach in Boracay. Snowy mountains in Sokovia. A cozy café in Los Angeles. The Canadian tundra. A waterfall cave in Puerto Rico. A fox shrine temple in Kyoto. A rooftop in Cairo. A neon-lit alley in Seoul.
At one point, they opened a door and saw nothing but a void filled with floating clocks and whispering shadows. Agatha shut that one quickly. “Nope.”
She was beyond frustrated now. Not just because Wanda was nowhere to be found, but because Rio (ever obedient) was still following her silently. She knew she told her to shut up, but still, she didn’t expect her to actually listen.
At least she was racking up a collection of cursed trinkets and cosmic tchotchkes along the way.
Finally, after what felt like a descent into the fever dream of an architect on shrooms, they reached the end of the hall.
An obsidian door loomed before them, slick and gleaming like glass, with delicate red veins pulsing faintly beneath its surface. It looked less like a door and more like something alive, something watching.
Next to it, a spiral staircase snaked both upward and downward, each step carved from shadow, lit by flickering candles that floated midair. The top spiraled out of sight into darkness, and the bottom vanished into a chasm that smelled faintly of blood, lilacs, and regret.
Agatha stared at the door. Then at the stairs. Then back at the door.
She felt her eye twitch.
“If this isn’t the right door,” she muttered, voice low and clipped, “I swear to the gods, I am going to burn this entire fucking labyrinth to the ground.”
Behind her, Rio remained silent. Agatha could hear her shudder but didn’t look back.
She lifted her hand, hesitated. The red glow in the door seemed to pulse in response.
No going back now.
Upon entering the room, one thing became immediately clear: Wanda had committed herself to a theme. The ceilings stretched cathedral-high, but the space itself was surprisingly intimate. A vanity covered in eyeshadows and potion bottles stood in one corner. An old, boxy TV sat in front of a velvet couch, humming faintly with static. A delicate paper folding screen with cherry blossoms inked in graceful strokes, divided the space in half, as if trying to keep the chaos politely quarantined.
Then came the noises. The subtle creak of a bed. Pages turning.
Rio’s breath caught. Agatha pressed forward, boots silent but floorboards eager to betray her with each creak. They rounded the screen, and stopped cold.
There she was.
Wanda Maximoff. Lounging like a spoiled deity on a king-sized bed with an intricately carved wooden headboard. She wore shorts so small they barely qualified as clothing, a tank top cropped so high it was practically a bra now, and a silk maroon robe slipping from one shoulder like it had somewhere better to be.
One leg crossed over the other. One hand behind her head. The Darkhold floated lazily above her, pages turning with each flick of her fingers, like a bored teenage girl flipping through Vogue Magazines.
Her fingers and part of her palm were stained black with rot, an indicator of too much dark magic. Her hair had grown longer, the brown roots bleeding into red ombré at the tips. And her bangs… she had cut them herself. A choppy, uneven fringe that was a telltale sign of a mad woman.
She didn’t look up. Didn’t even flinch. Agatha cleared her throat.
Wanda’s eyes finally slid toward them, and her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning. “I knew you’d come soon!”
With a flick of her wrist, the Darkhold vanished in a puff of red smoke. She bounced up, perching cross-legged on the edge of the bed, grinning like the fucking Cheshire Cat. Dark circles around her eyes contrasted her pale skin.
Agatha crossed her arms, scowling. “Well, it’s not like I’d let you get away with stealing my magic, my book, and, oh right, my free will.”
Wanda shook her head gently. “Not you.” She raised a finger and pointed past her. “You. Behind the angry one.”
Agatha blinked, then stepped aside to reveal Rio, who looked like she’d just wandered into a lion’s den armed with a spoon.
Rio pointed at herself. “…me?”
Agatha frowned deeply. “Rio? What the hell do you want with her? She’s Death, sure, but she’s not some miracle worker. She doesn’t mess with the sacred balance or human conflicts. She’s just a glorified ferryman.”
Suddenly, Wanda was behind Rio. Hands snaking onto her waist like they’d always belonged there. “My, oh my… you really are something up close.”
Rio startled, whipping around. “Um. Hi.”
Wanda giggled. “No need to be scared, sweetheart. I’m not gonna hurt you… Unless you’re into that.”
The green witch audibly gulped.
Wanda’s eyes sparkled. “So you are!”
Rio opened her mouth, flailing for words that didn’t come.
“Yes, I’m reading your thoughts. Don’t be shy.”
With practiced ease, she plucked the bag from Rio’s hands and tossed it at Agatha’s feet. Then her attention returned to Rio. Her fascination.
She began to explore her like she was some new magic object, lifting her arm, caressing her bicep, brushing her fingers over her forearm, comparing their hand sizes.
She hummed in approval.
Then she moved behind her, fingers sliding under Rio’s shirt to trace her back. Nails danced lightly across tense muscles, making Rio shiver. Her hands moved further down.
And then came the squeeze of her ass.
Rio yelped. “Wha—?!”
Wanda beamed. “Oh, I definitely like that.”
Rio stiffened, swallowing hard. “Okay. Wow. So. I brought Agatha like she wanted. Mission accomplished. I’ll just… go now—”
But Wanda shook her head, circling around to face her again. She ran her hands through her hair, then caressed her face. Feeling the soft skin, curve of her jawline, and slope of her nose. “You haven’t told me your favorite room.”
Rio blinked. “Uh… I like the greenhouse? Really cool plants. And I like the door to the Inari Shrine. It’s actually one of my favorite pl—AGH!”
Wanda had pulled her jaw open, peering into her mouth like a dentist.
“I like the greenhouse too!” she chirped. “Some of those plants don’t even exist in this universe.”
Agatha had officially lost the last of her patience. “Wanda, what the hell are you doing?!”
Wanda smiled, pulling her hands free. “You’ll see.”
Then she lifted Rio’s shirt, exposing taut muscle and smooth skin. Her jaw dropped in amusement.
“Oh… Now that is perfection.” She traced her fingers along Rio’s abs like she was admiring a sculpture.
Then her hand slid downward.
Rio caught her wrist. “I, uh— don’t think—”
Before she could process it, Wanda grabbed her by the hair, pulled her forward, and kissed her like a starving woman devouring her last meal.
It was filthy. Obscene. Tongue and teeth and want. The moan she let out, low and guttural, sounded like something out of a pornographic fever dream.
Rio froze, eyes wide in shock. Her hands hovered awkwardly at her sides like they had no idea what to do.
Wanda tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and pulled back, running a thumb on Rio’s lip, wearing a smile like she was plotting something.
Agatha stood there, slack-jawed. Beyond furious.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
Wanda smiled, facing Agatha while her hand stayed snug around Rio’s waist. “This one is absolutely divine. No idea why you’d ever let her go.”
She turned back to Rio, fingers dragging lightly across her chest. “You’re gonna breed me,” she said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Rio recoiled instantly. “WHAT?! No. I can’t— That’s not—”
Agatha let out a scathing laugh. “I’ve been corrupted by the Darkhold before, but this? Legitimate insanity.”
But Wanda didn’t even flinch. She stepped into Rio’s space again, backing her into the wall like she belonged there. Her voice lowered into something intimate. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? Our magic drew us together. We’re bonded. I know you felt it. I heard you, when you thought you were alone.” She tilted her head, voice softening just a little. “You feel me everywhere.”
Rio looked away, jaw clenched. “No… it’s not right. Chaos and Death don’t go together. I’m the natural order. You disrupt that. You break the rules.”
“But that’s why it works,” Wanda said, eyes gleaming. “I’m wild. You’re still. I tear things apart, you put them to rest. It’s balance, baby. You and me.”
Rio shook her head, but she couldn’t keep her expression from faltering. “It’s not about balance. I— I just—” She swallowed hard. “I can’t.”
But Wanda wasn’t letting up. “Don’t you get lonely in that cold little Realm of the Dead?” Her voice dipped, warm and coaxing. “You don’t have to be alone anymore. We could have something real.”
Agatha’s eyes narrowed. Her arms were crossed, but her nails dug into her sleeves. She was weaponizing Rio’s biggest weakness: her longing for something normal.
Rio’s breath hitched. Her eyes burned. “You don’t know what you’re saying…”
Agatha scoffed under her breath, though her heart twisted. Oh, she knows exactly what she’s saying.
“Yes I do,” Wanda said, voice almost tender now. “Come on… don’t you wanna make me a mommy? You’ll be the daddy. And we’ll have our own little family. We deserve that. After everything the universe has put us through.”
Agatha could practically feel Rio’s defenses crumble in real time. She didn’t need a mind-reading spell to know what was going through her head. Rio, who commanded death itself, would’ve given up immortality in a second just to be someone’s wife. Someone’s safe place. Someone’s home.
Rio froze. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She wanted to laugh, or scream, or vanish into smoke, but instead, she just stood there, lips parted, trembling. She didn’t even care about the sex. Not really. What caught her, what dug deep into her, was the way Wanda looked at her like she was precious. Like she was someone worth choosing.
“I…” Rio stammered. “I’m not— I’m not the kind of person someone should build a family with…”
There was a pause. Rio looked down, letting her mind indulge the fantasy for a moment. Just a brief moment.
Wanda in a sundress, barefoot in some otherworldly field, kids giggling at their sides. Kite-flying in the Spring. Beach days in the Summer. Pumpkin patches in the Fall. Snow angels in the winter. Matching outfits. Museum trips. Movie nights. Bedtime stories. Then when the kids were fast asleep they could—
… … …
Wanda giggled, brushing hair from Rio’s cheek. “You don’t have to think about me naked when you can see it for yourself.”
Rio flushed, stammering. “That’s not— I wasn’t—”
Her voice caught in her throat. She was lying, and badly. Wanda could see right through her. Hell, Wanda was reading her thoughts.
Wanda’s grin turned downright wicked, tilting her head. “You were imagining it all, weren’t you? The kids. The bedtime stories. The way I’d curl into you after a long day, whispering how much I love you while you…” She trailed off, a teasing glint in her eyes.
Rio looked away, jaw clenched, ashamed of the sting in her eyes.
Agatha rolled her eyes, trying to scoff, but the sound caught in her throat. This is embarrassing. This is insane. She’s not actually considering this, is she?
“I just—” Rio tried, voice shaking, “I didn’t think anyone would want that with me.”
Wanda’s hand slid back to her waist, pulling her close again, voice soft and unnervingly sweet. “Well I do. I want you. All of you.”
Agatha’s fingers twitched at her sides. She wanted to say it was manipulative, but the worst part was… it wasn’t. Wanda meant every word. She wanted a family. She wanted Death incarnate, someone who wouldn’t die, because everyone else would, and she couldn’t stand to lose another.
And Rio? She was falling faster than Agatha could stand.
She leaned in to whisper just above Rio’s lips. “So stop pretending you don’t want me back.”
“Enough!” Agatha snapped. “I came here for my magic. Not to watch this bizarre breeding ritual pitch.”
Wanda turned, smug. “Relax, Agnes. I can drop it off later. You don’t have to be here for this.”
Agatha’s jaw tightened. “I’m not leaving without her.”
Wanda’s eyes sparkled. “Well, alright. But… weren’t you the one who said you didn’t want to see her face?”
Agatha was fed up. No magic didn’t mean no fists. She swung, ready to knock Wanda flat, only for everything to twist in a flash of red.
She was suddenly tied to an armchair against the wall. “The fuck?!” She writhed, pulling at her restraints. “Wanda, let me go—”
“What the hell?” came Rio’s voice. Agatha snapped her head up. Rio was sprawled on the bed, wrists pinned above her with glowing red magic. It should’ve been nothing. Rio could break out of any magical bind with barely a flick.
But then, Agatha realized she was struggling. Actually struggling.
“Wanda!—“ Agatha started.
“Sorry baby, are they too tight?” Wanda cooed, suddenly on the bed above Rio.
Rio’s voice cracked. “I can’t get out… please… please let me go. Let Agatha go too…”
Wanda leaned in, brushing her lips against Rio’s cheek, causing her to flinch. She ran fingers through her hair, soothing her like a child or a beloved pet. “Hey, hey… shhh… it’s okay, pretty girl. She insisted on staying…”
“Like hell I did!” Agatha shouted.
But Wanda ignored her, fingers stroking through Rio’s hair. “You don’t have to be scared. I’ll take care of you. Always.”
Rio whimpered, trembling beneath her. “Why are you doing this…”
Wanda’s smile was almost sad. “Because you’re perfect. You just don’t see it. But I do. I was made for you.”
Rio’s breath caught in her throat. Her magic sparked instinctively, but fizzled out. She didn’t even try again.
Because deep down, there was a part of her that didn’t want to fight it. A part that wanted to believe it. That she could be someone’s perfect. That she could be loved like this. Wanted like this. Chosen, not out of duty or guilt, but obsession.
And Wanda? She made obsession feel like love and adoration.
Agatha’s voice cut through the haze. “Rio. She’s being controlled by the Darkhold. Don’t fall for this shit”
But Rio barely heard her. Wanda’s mouth was on her neck, kissing hungrily, marking her with magic-laced bites that pulled a groan from deep in her chest. Guilty, involuntary, aching.
Wanda’s fingers traced a slow line down Rio’s front, her touch crackling with chaos. With a hiss of magic, Rio’s shirt split open and fell away like paper. Wanda hummed approvingly, pressing kiss after scalding kiss down her torso, each one burning with possession.
“Don’t listen to her, baby,” Wanda whispered. “She’ll never see you the way I do. You don’t have to chase her love anymore.”
Rio’s wrists trembled in their restraints, her voice shaking. “Please… we shouldn’t… we don’t even know what could happen if we had children— our bloodlines, they’d be too powerful. They could destroy everything—”
Wanda climbed higher, her hands tender but commanding as she cupped Rio’s face. “Then we’ll raise them with love,” she murmured, brushing her lips against Rio’s cheek. “They won’t destroy anything… not if they have us.”
Agatha strained against her bindings, fury rising like bile. She tried to turn away, but her neck was frozen. She tried to close her eyes, but she saw right through them. Wanda’s magic forced her to watch every second. Every kiss, every shudder, every look Rio gave that should’ve been hers.
Then she saw it. The bite marks Wanda left on Rio’s skin… didn’t fade. They stayed.
Agatha’s heart dropped.
All the times she had marked Rio, clawing down her back, biting her shoulder, dragging nails across her thighs… her healing factor erased it in seconds. But Wanda’s magic was embedding itself like a brand. Like a claim.
Rio whimpered again, her body betraying her even as her mind flailed.
“You’re a fucking God, Rio.” Wanda purred, brushing sweaty strands of hair from her forehead. “And gods don’t beg for love, they receive it. You were meant to be worshipped. And I will. Every inch of you.”
Agatha’s blood ran cold as Wanda leaned in close, kissing Rio’s hip softly, lovingly, and Rio didn’t stop her.
She just shuddered.
Wanda’s mouth moved to hover over Rio’s abs, her breath warm and steady. Her tongue darted out, gliding against her skin with slow, meticulous purpose. The shape she traced shimmered faintly, like molten metal cooling against divine flesh.
Agatha’s eyes widened. A claim rune. Lethal to anyone who tried to… have Rio, with the exception of the witch who cast it.
“Wanda!” Agatha snapped. “You can’t just mark Death like that!” Then muttered under her breath, “That shit shouldn’t even be possible…”
Rio flinched at the heat searing just beneath her skin. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” she yelped, thrashing weakly against the restraints. “How did you even—”
But Wanda had already moved on, her mouth now hovering above Rio’s heart. She traced another rune, simpler, older. A calming rune. This one glowed a soft rosegold as it sank in, and with it, Rio’s chest loosened. Her pulse slowed. The panic ebbed away. “What…” Rio whispered, dazed. “What did you do?”
“Just quieting the noise in your head,” Wanda murmured, brushing her fingers over Rio’s side like she was soothing a fever. “You were getting so worked up. Poor thing.”
“I— Wanda— we can’t do this. I don’t want this.”
Wanda’s eyes sparkled, something between mischief and madness. “There’s no point in lying to a mind reader, Rio. But why lie at all?”
She kissed up her throat, lips tender, almost reverent. Then, gripping Rio’s hair, she tilted her head back to bare her neck. Her tongue drew another rune, sharper, angular, thrumming with magic. It lit up red, then sank into Rio’s skin. A truth rune.
Agatha hissed. “There is seriously something wrong with you.”
Wanda didn’t even flinch. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want, baby,” she whispered, before kissing Rio hard, deep, and desperate.
When she finally pulled away, her thumb brushed the rune at Rio’s throat.
“Now…” she said, voice like velvet laced with poison, “look at me and tell me you don’t wanna fuck me.”
Rio’s eyes flicked to Agatha. The shame hit first. Then the guilt.
Agatha struggled against her chair, her expression twisted with disgust.
Rio turned back to Wanda. Her voice came out as a breathless whisper.
“I can’t…”
Wanda’s fingers drifted lower, teasing the hem of Rio’s ruined shirt before slipping beneath, peeling the fabric away inch by inch. She planted slow, reverent kisses along her collarbone, her lips warm and steady.
“Since you’re telling the truth now,” Wanda murmured, brushing her mouth against Rio’s ear, “I think I’ll do that too.” She unbuttoned Rio’s jeans and tossed them aside, leaving her in just her boxers.
She kissed just beneath her jaw. “I’ll start by telling you what I see.”
Her hand settled over Rio’s heart, fingers splayed gently. “You just want to be loved. Appreciated. Wanted.” She looked up, her voice tender. “Is that right?”
Rio whimpered, soft, broken. Too ashamed to nod. Too undone to lie.
Wanda pouted, bittersweet and solemn. “It’s okay,” she whispered, kissing Rio’s cheek. “I’m here for you. It’s cruel, isn’t it? Going eons without feeling anything. And when someone finally teaches you how to love… they rip it away. Like it never mattered.”
Agatha’s breath hitched. The words landed like a blow to the gut.
A tear slid down Rio’s cheek. She blinked hard, biting the inside of her cheek, refusing to look at either of them, Wanda or Agatha. She felt pathetic. She was Death incarnate, a force older than time itself… and yet her greatest weakness was the heart she had shaped with her own magic.
And Wanda knew. She always knew.
She cradled Rio’s face in both hands, brushing away the tears with her thumbs. She kissed her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth.
“My poor baby…” she cooed. “I’m yours, okay? She didn’t know how to love you. Nobody does. Only I can.”
Rio couldn’t speak. The words felt too real, too sweet. Everything she’d ever wanted. Maybe, for once, she wouldn’t be punished for being who she was. Maybe she wouldn’t be hated for being Death.
Wanda had lost so much. Her parents, brother, superhero teammates, husband, children. She had every reason to loathe Rio, to destroy her, to wipe her from existence.
But she didn’t.
Across the room, Agatha had gone still in the chair. Her body was tense, her jaw clenched, but the fight had drained from her. She stared at Rio, devastated.
She hadn’t meant it. All those times she told Rio to leave, that it was over, she thought Rio knew it wasn’t true. She thought Rio would see through it. But apparently you can only push someone away so many times before they stop trying.
Agatha scoffed, forcing a laugh that cracked too early. “This is pathetic,” she spat. “You think this little performance is getting to me?”
Wanda didn’t even look at her. “You’re watching, aren’t you?”
“Because I’m forced to,” Agatha snapped. “Not because I care.”
Wanda smiled against Rio’s neck, planting mindless kisses. “Sure, Agnes.”
Agatha tugged at the bindings, magic-proof and mocking. “She’s always been this easy, you know,” she said coolly. “Say the right words, look at her a certain way, she just melts.”
Rio’s eyes dropped, shame burning beneath her skin.
Wanda’s hand slid up, resting flat against her chest. “That’s not weakness,” she said softly. “That’s devotion.”
Agatha sneered, but the edge had dulled. Her voice dropped, low and bitter. “You’re just a fantasy to her. You’re not real. You’re a rebound in a pretty robe.”
At last, Wanda sat up, turning her head. “And what were you?” she asked. “A lesson in heartbreak?”
Agatha flinched.
Rio whimpered, quiet and wounded.
Wanda leaned close again, brushing damp hair from Rio’s forehead. “She made you feel like a burden. I make you feel wanted.”
Agatha’s fists clenched against the arms of the chair.
“You don’t know what she needs.”
“And you knew for centuries,” Wanda said. “Yet you did nothing.” She kissed the corner of Rio’s mouth, smiling faintly. “At least I listen. At least I don’t run from what scares me.”
Agatha looked away, jaw clenched, eyes burning. Not with magic.
With guilt.
Wanda nuzzled into Rio’s neck, trailing lazy kisses before biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
“Let’s play a game,” she purred. “Since the truth rune is working so well.”
Rio didn’t respond, her breath still unsteady. Wanda sat up a little, brushing her fingers down Rio’s collarbone.
“Who do you think is prettier?” she asked, her tone light but laced with challenge. “Me… or her?”
Agatha rolled her eyes. “Oh, please.”
Rio blinked, eyes darting from Wanda’s hovering form to Agatha’s restrained glare. “I— I believe you’re both equally beautiful… in your own distinct ways.”
Wanda raised a brow, lips curling. “Hm. Of course that’s the answer,” she muttered.
Agatha huffed. “Typical.”
Wanda ignored her. “Better question, then. What’s your favorite thing about me? Could be something physical… or something deeper.”
Rio swallowed hard. “You already know what I’m thinking.”
“I do,” Wanda smiled. “But I want to hear it.”
Rio turned her face slightly toward Wanda, her voice quiet. “Your green eyes.”
Wanda smiled. “Oh? And why’s that your favorite?”
Rio hesitated. “My favorite color is green,” she said softly. “And yours sparkle in a way I haven’t seen since the universe began.”
Agatha let out a disgusted sound. “Ugh. Seriously? That’s what gets you going? You could’ve just said ‘your tits’ and been done with it.”
But her voice cracked, just slightly. She bit her cheek.
Wanda beamed, practically glowing with delight. “God, you’re adorable. That deserves a reward, don’t you think?”
She slowly scooted up Rio’s chest, running a hand through her hair with a grin. “My original idea was to touch you first, but Rio, baby… your thoughts are so loud, I can hear you begging for a taste.”
Rio’s breath hitched, her mouth suddenly dry. Her whole body tensed beneath Wanda’s weight, shame and arousal warring in her chest.
Wanda’s robe draped over them like an angel shielding something precious with its wings.
“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” Wanda hovered just above her mouth, her sweet voice laced with heat. “You wanna be my good boy and make me come all over your pretty face?”
Rio gave the faintest nod, her gaze flickering with need and guilt. She couldn’t speak. Not with Agatha still there. Not with the truth branded into her skin like fire.
Wanda cooed, “Oh, honey… It's okay. I won’t make you say it out loud. I won’t humiliate you like that.”
She didn’t bother taking her shorts off. Just pushed them to the side, close enough to tease, like dangling candy in front of a starving child.
Wanda threaded her fingers through Rio’s hair. “Now be a good boy and stick out your tongue.”
Rio obeyed.
Wanda sank down with a shudder, grinding against her mouth. Rio groaned at the taste, like she’d just sampled a Michelins Star dish for the first time.
Wanda moved slowly, teasing. But Rio wasn’t nearly as patient. She jutted her neck forward, tongue desperate for more. Wanda allowed it for a moment. Her breath hitched, gasping as Rio’s tongue traced firm, hungry circles on her clit.
She moaned, soaking in the pleasure, before suddenly grabbing a fistful of Rio’s hair and pulling her back. She lifted her hips just out of reach, causing the girl to whine in protest.
The witch tutted with a smirk. “Someone’s greedy… We just started. Can’t have me finishing too soon.”
Rio looked up at her, eyes wide and pleading. Doe-like, desperate, broken in that soft, coddle-me way. “Por favor… I’ll be a good boy. Come back…” she whimpered quietly, ashamed by how quickly she folded.
Wanda’s smile softened, wicked and sweet. “Alright, honey… but you’re gonna sit still and let me do the work.”
Rio nodded eagerly. “Yes. Yes, oka—mmph!”
She was cut off as Wanda sank down again, fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her against her pussy just how she wanted. Once they settled into a rhythm, Wanda’s grip on Rio’s hair loosened. She kept petting her gently, like something rare and precious.
“Oh, you’re so good. So obedient,” she murmured, hips rolling slow and steady against Rio’s tongue.
Agatha scoffed, desperate to cut through the moment. “I hope you know that whatever she does, she did it for me first!”
Wanda didn’t even flinch. She wore a blissed-out smile, picking up the pace just slightly. “And I hope you know,” she said sweetly, “that whatever she did to you first… I’ll be the last she does it to.”
Agatha froze.
Rio groaned, muffled and eager, the sound vibrating through Wanda. Her tongue worked faster, more desperate, more confident. She tugged on the restraints, aching to touch her.
Wanda gasped, then chuckled, dazed and breathless. She leaned forward, intertwining their hands and pinning them down.
“Not so fast, baby,” she teased. “You don’t get to use your hands just yet.”
Rio managed to nudge her face free. Wanda paused, letting her gasp for air, slick shining across her cheeks and chin.
“Then I won’t use my hands,” Rio said simply.
And before Wanda could speak, she dove back in.
Wanda groaned, gripping her tighter, still holding her down, but then she felt it. A hum of magic pulsing beneath her. She looked down. A glow of green light flickered between her legs.
She didn’t even get to ask before it hit her—
A slender, vine-like tongue slid inside her like a spell she never saw coming.
Wanda let out a surprised, pleasured shriek. Her jaw dropped as she collapsed forward, one hand braced against Rio’s wrists, the other tangling in her hair, nails digging into her scalp.
“Jesus—fuck, Rio! Where the hell did you learn that?” she gasped, her voice breaking on the moan as the smooth vine twirled and pulsed inside her.
Agatha smirked from the chair. “Take a wild fucking guess.”
Wanda grinned, barely able to speak as Rio’s magic thrust deeper. “Then I guess I have you to thank for how good I’m being fucked right now. Oh—” she moaned, head falling back, “—you taught her so well.”
Agatha’s smirk dropped. Of course Wanda would find a smug way to spin her words.
It didn’t take long for Wanda’s legs to start trembling. Her thighs clamped around Rio’s head as she let out a raw, wanton moan. Rio didn’t stop, letting her ride it out, drinking in every sound, every shake of her hips.
But of course, Rio wasn’t finished.
Wanda gripped her hair, yanking her away, breathless. “Fuck— fuck, Rio, I already came—”
Rio gasped for air, the slick vine slithering back into her mouth with a wet snap.
“I need more,” she said, voice hoarse with hunger.
Before Wanda could respond, the vine shot out again, but this time it split in two.
One wrapped tight around her waist, dragging her back down, while the other slid right back inside her.
Agatha’s jaw clenched. “Damn, Rio. Save some for the class, will ya?” she muttered, half a joke, half a warning.
But neither of them even heard her. They were utterly lost in each other.
Wanda’s body was trembling, limp and overworked, but she couldn’t even fall forward, not with Rio’s magic holding her up.
The vine around her waist elongated, coiling up her body like a cobra. It slithered higher until the tip flicked teasingly at her breast, brushing her nipple with deliberate slowness. Wanda’s eyes rolled back, her lashes fluttering shut as the dual sensations tore another helpless moan from her throat.
“Rio— Rio, oh fuck, just like that— I’m!—“ Wanda’s voice cracked, raw and frantic. Her fingers scrabbled weakly against Rio’s hair, her grip trembling and useless.
She cried out again as her second orgasm slammed into her, but this time, Rio didn’t let her come down.
The vine inside her split again, a third tendril curling around her thighs to hold her steady. The tip flicked her clit with cruel precision, over and over, rhythmic and merciless.
“Jesus, Rio, are you trying to fuck her into a coma?!” Agatha barked.
Wanda convulsed, her body twitching with aftershocks. This wasn’t a third climax. It was an echo, an amplification, a second orgasm made unbearable by the overload.
She couldn’t form words anymore. All she could do was sob and moan and shake as the magic surrounded her, teased her, filled her.
“Rio— Rio, baby— if you keep doing that I’ll— fuck— oh god— FUCK!—“ Wanda choked on the last word as her body gave out, spasming through another blinding release. She came hard, squirting all over Rio’s face.
Rio didn’t miss a drop. She drank her in like worship, slowing only when she felt Wanda truly begin to unravel.
When she finally stopped, the vines merged back into one, coiling firmly around Wanda’s waist before gently lowering her beside Rio.
Wanda lay there a moment, catching her breath. Then she shrugged off the damp robe, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool on the floor. She climbed on top of Rio slowly, pressing soft, grateful kisses to her face, her neck, her chest.
“I knew you’d be good for me,” she murmured with a lazy smile, lips brushing against Rio’s throat.
Rio only nodded, still dazed, still processing everything she’d just done.
Wanda leaned in and kissed her hungrily, claiming.
“Jesus, Maximoff,” Agatha muttered, tugging at her restraints again. “Already at full stamina? Can we go now?”
Wanda looked back at her with a grin. “Not quite yet.”
She turned her attention back to Rio, kissing her way down her stomach, dragging her tongue across each line of muscle, nipping gently at her waist before sliding lower, toward her hips.
“Now it’s time for my treat,” Wanda purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She raised her hand over Rio’s boxers, a crimson glow sparking to life at her fingertips. Slowly, a prominent bulge began to grow between Rio’s legs, stretching the fabric.
Rio’s eyes went wide. “What the fuck— how did you?—”
Wanda didn’t answer. She just grinned, pulling the boxers down in one swift motion. Her gaze darkened with hunger as she took in the sight. She wrapped her hand around the newly formed length, stroking lazily, as if she had all the time in the world.
A soft, broken whimper escaped Rio’s throat. Her back arched involuntarily, heat rippling through her with every gentle squeeze.
Agatha’s jaw went slack. Her and Rio have messed around with enchanted toys before. But this? This wasn’t silicone, vines, or illusion. That was real. Flesh, blood, and lust. A good 6 inches of it…
Rio blinked rapidly, her mind racing. “Wanda, um— is it gonna— how does it even work?”
Wanda looked up at her, biting her lip as she was damn near drooling. “Just like the real thing, baby. Except unlike a man…” she said with a wink, “…it won’t quit after one round. You can come as many times as you want.”
A shiver rolled through Rio. She couldn’t tell if it was nerves or anticipation, but Wanda’s warm breath against her skin didn’t help either.
“I thought you wanted me to… I mean, that won’t get you pregnant, right? So—”
“Rio,” Wanda interrupted, her voice suddenly low and firm. “Do you wanna overthink this, or do you want your cock in my mouth?”
Rio’s jaw fell open, stunned silent. “I— oh, FUCK.”
She didn’t get the chance to say another word.
Wanda didn’t tease. She didn’t build up. She simply sank down, swallowing her in one smooth motion, and the world shattered into white noise.
Her hands, her tongue, her throat. Wanda worked like magic. But ironically, she wasn’t using a single spell.
Rio’s panted and whined, her body jerking with every motion. Wanda’s moans thrummed through her, delicious vibrations sending sparks straight to her core as the witch bobbed her head with a relentless pace and insatiable hunger.
“Wanda— please— shit, fuck, slow down… más despacio—” Rio whimpered, thighs trembling. “Espera, por favor— I’m not gonna last if you keep going like that.”
Agatha scoffed from her magical bindings, her voice sharp with poorly veiled resentment. “Fucking hell, Rio, it hasn’t even been a minute.”
She tried to sound annoyed, bored, above it, but her stomach twisted. Those raw, helpless sounds Rio made? She knew them. She used to be the one who coaxed them from her. Now she was watching someone else do it.
Wanda lifted her head with a wet pop, lips glossy from slobbering over her dick like a damn whore. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, wearing a predatory grin.
Rio finally caught her breath, then let out another whine as Wanda’s hand continued pumping her length, slow and merciless.
“Oh, cariño…” Wanda purred, “that’s exactly what I’m counting on.” Her fingers moved with expert ease, stroking, twisting, squeezing, never once letting Rio recover. “You’ve got all that… love bottled up, and nowhere to put it.”
Rio whimpered, nearly coming at the sound of that soft Spanish endearment.
Wanda grinned at her reaction. She leaned forward and dragged her tongue up her length in one long, tantalizing lick.
“Now…” she whispered, planting a hot kiss to her tip, “pour it all into me. Make me take it.”
With a lazy flick of her wrist, one of the magical restraints snapped open.
“Wh— AH!—“ Rio cried out as Wanda enveloped her again, deeper this time, moaning shamelessly as Rio’s hips bucked helplessly beneath her.
Her head fell back against the pillow, and the now-free hand flew to the back of the witch’s head, refraining from pushing her down too hard (not that Wanda would mind).
And across the room, Agatha clenched her jaw, refusing to let her hands tremble. She had no right to be jealous, not after everything, but that didn’t stop it from eating her alive.
The room thickened with desire, echoing with wet, obscene sounds. Wanda groaned, gagged, and choked. Her cheeks flushed red from lack of air.
Rio croaked, “Fuck, Wanda— Wanda, breathe— it’s— it’s not going anywhere—“
She attempted to pull her back a bit, not wanting the girl to black out, but she was adamant. Absolutely hell-bent on devouring her cock like her life depended on it.
The green witch began feeling dizzy when Wanda reached to massage her balls. Teasing, fondling, kneading. She let out pathetic, desperate sounds she didn’t even know she was capable of.
Rio thought she reached her limit… until she made the mistake of looking down. Her brown eyes met Wanda’s green.
And that was all it took.
Rio’s grip tightened in the woman’s hair. Her head fell back, hips bucking uncontrollably as she fell apart. She was barely coherent as she fucked Wanda’s pretty face.
“Oh god— fuck. FUCK— Fuck…” Rio grunted. “Díos mio, you’re incredible… fuck— me estoy corriendo!—“ she cried, body quivering with pleasure.
Agatha didn’t need Wanda forcing her to watch to know what was happening.
And Wanda sure as hell knew too, especially with Rio’s come shooting down her throat.
As Rio’s convulsing wound down, Wanda finally slowed, begrudgingly lifting her head. A string of white clung to her lip, she wiped it with her finger and sucked it clean. Swallowing.
She moaned in satisfaction. “You even taste perfect.”
Rio could barely breathe, her mind hazy. “Christ, woman… where the fuck did you learn that?”
Wanda straddled her waist with ease, cupping Rio’s flushed face. “Got around in HYDRA,” she said, then kissed her softly. “But now? No one else will ever be in my mouth. Only you.”
Rio gave her a soft, stupid little smile.
Agatha scoffed. “Wow, Rio. You really are so fucking easy.”
Her voice cracked more than she meant it to. “I mean, Jesus Christ… Powerful girl bats her lashes, plays your praise kink like a damn violin, and you’re already switching where your loyalty lies? Really? She’s still the bitch who took my magic, my Darkhold, and my free will. You gonna let her take you too?”
Rio flinched. Her gaze dropped, guilt blooming across her face. “I… I’m sorry, Agatha. I’m so sorry… I don’t know what—”
“Ugh!” Wanda rolled her eyes. “You’ve made it plenty clear that you don’t want her.”
She flicked her fingers. Agatha raised an eyebrow, confused. Nothing happened.
Then she saw Rio’s eyes go wide.
“What— what did you do to her?” Rio’s voice cracked, panic creeping in as she tried to push herself up on shaky arms.
Agatha glared, still very much present. “What the fuck do you mean? I’m right here.”
But Rio didn’t respond. Didn’t even look her way.
Wanda gently freed Rio’s hands and took them in her own. “Shh. It’s okay, baby. I just sent her home. You didn’t need to hear that noise.”
She leaned in close, her voice like velvet. “She doesn’t want you, Rio. She wants Lady Death. She wants the power, not the person. And now she’s pissed that someone else is willing to love you properly.”
Then, inside Agatha’s head, Wanda’s voice echoed like a whisper behind her ear.
She can’t see or hear you. Enjoy the show.
Agatha’s breath caught in her throat.
“You cruel little—” she snarled, fists clenched. “When I get my magic back, I swear you’re DEAD, Maximoff!”
But no one responded.
Rio sat up slowly, lip trembling as she toyed with Wanda’s fingers in her hands, her voice barely a whisper. “Shit… What the hell am I doing…? I love her…”
There was a beat of silence. Then a quiet, broken hiccup as her voice cracked again. “Why doesn’t she want me…?” Tears spilled from her eyes as she looked up, lips pouting, eyes red. “No matter what I did, it was never enough. I just—” Her breath hitched, dissolving into a sob.
Agatha’s heart sank.
Wanda pulled her into a gentle embrace, cradling her against her chest like something fragile. She stroked Rio’s hair softly. “I know, baby. I know what it’s like to be hated for something you couldn’t control. I know you’d give anything to fix it. But I need you to hear me… You’re more than enough. You’re everything. And I’ll always want you.”
She tore off her own shorts in one fluid motion, nothing underneath. She straddled Rio again, rolling against her cock with aching slowness. They both shuddered.
“You feel that?” Wanda whispered, breath hot. “That’s how much I want you.”
Rio gasped softly against her chest, frozen in place as she stiffened from the dripping heat between them. “You’re… fuck. You’re really wet…”
Wanda rocked her hips harder, breath catching. “For you. Only you.” Her eyes fluttered, lip trembling with need. “God, I want you. I need you.”
Tentatively, Rio’s hands settled on her hips, barely holding. But she gave in, letting herself feel it, grinding her throbbing cock between the slick folds, drinking in the way Wanda whimpered near her ear when she brushed her clit.
Wanda reached between them and guided the tip to her entrance, about to sink down, but Rio’s hands tightened on her waist, halting her.
“Wait—” she said quickly. “I just… what if it doesn’t work? Or what if it does… and I have to… take our child the day they’re born…”
Agatha’s jaw clenched.
Wanda tilted Rio’s chin up, fingers threading through her hair. “Hey. Look at me.” She searched her face, then with a soft exhale, read what she needed. “It’s okay. Your son couldn’t survive because some people’s genes aren’t strong enough to mix with cosmic energy.” She smiled faintly. “But mine are.”
Tears pricked at Agatha’s eyes. But she refused to let them fall.
“You’re so fucking sick for this,” she snarled, unheard. “You’re manipulating her. And how dare you bring my son into this. Our son…”
Wanda’s voice echoed in her head once more, quieter, crueler.
She always felt like she wasn’t enough for you. Maybe… it was the other way around.
Wanda leaned in, kissing Rio’s neck, long and lingering. Rio let out a breathy sigh, eyelids fluttering.
“Please, baby,” Wanda breathed desperately. “Your magic’s been in me for years. Be a good boy… put your kids inside too.”
Rio blinked, dazed and teary, as her hand found Wanda’s waist. Wanda pulled back to look at her, and Rio met her gaze with those soft, searching eyes Agatha knew too well—eyes that used to look at her like that.
“Promise me you’ll stay,” Rio whispered, voice so small it barely carried. “Even if things go wrong. Even if it doesn’t work… I don’t wanna be alone anymore…”
Wanda cupped her face with both hands. “I’m not going anywhere,” she said, warm and deadly certain. “And neither are you. You’re mine, Rio. I’m never letting you go.”
Rio didn’t answer. She just nodded. Quiet, trusting, and lost.
She reached down to guide herself back inside, but Wanda caught her wrist, redirecting her hands to her hips.
“You let me take care of that,” she purred.
She slowly sank down onto her, slick and ready, barely any resistance. Both of them moaned softly as Wanda took her all the way in, bottoming out with a breathless sigh. She began rocking her hips in a slow rhythm.
“You’ve been doing the universe’s dirty work since the dawn of time,” Wanda whispered, each roll of her hips fluid, hypnotic. “You don’t have to think anymore, baby. Just feel. Just belong to me.”
Rio hummed, dazed in pleasure. “Yes, m— Wanda.”
Wanda’s eyes sparkled. She gave a slow, teasing grind, her smirk widening. “What was that? What did you almost call me?”
Rio let out a mortified moan, hiding her face in Wanda’s neck.
But Wanda wasn’t letting her go that easy. She tugged her back gently, pressing a kiss to her lips, deep and intoxicating. “You just can’t wait to make me a mama, can you?” she whispered against her mouth. “Say it. Tell me what I am.”
Rio whimpered, trying to chase her lips, but Wanda pulled back just enough to keep her wanting. “Say it.”
“Mama…” she gasped as Wanda started moving faster.
“Fuck, yes,” Wanda moaned, eyes fluttering shut. “Oh, you’re so good for mama. Such a good listener…”
Agatha growled, “You’re not the first person she’s called that!”
Oh, but I’ll definitely be the last.
The sight of Wanda riding her, the flushed skin, gyrating hips, sweat-slick body, was enough to short-circuit Rio’s mind.
“Can I… please, I—” she whimpered, eyes fixated on Wanda’s bouncing breasts.
Wanda looked down at her, knowing exactly what she meant. “You wanna suck mami’s tits, don’t you?”
Rio nodded frantically, pathetically.
“You never have to ask, cariño. I’m all yours.”
She didn’t bother taking her shirt all the way off, just lifted it to expose her chest. Rio immediately leaned forward, wrapping her lips around one nipple as her hand came up to palm the other.
She moaned softly with every lick, suck, and graze of her teeth. Small, grateful sounds vibrated against Wanda’s skin. Wanda threaded her fingers into Rio’s hair, holding her close, arching into her touch with a shiver.
Rio pulled back, dazed and breathless, looking up at her like she was divine.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much, mami.”
Wanda let out a shaky groan as Rio latched onto her other breast. “Oh, you’re so perfect, cariño. You were always meant to be here. In my arms… under me… inside me.”
Rio’s arms wrapped around Wanda, holding her like she might vanish. Her nails traced lightly down the small of Wanda’s back as she collapsed against her chest, lost in the sensation.
“Shit— fuck—” Rio whimpered, voice cracking. “I can feel you— ah— clenching around me. Fuck— It feels like you’re sucking me in.”
Wanda let out a breathless moan as she fell forward, bracing one hand against the headboard, the other gripping Rio’s shoulder. Her hips rocked frantic and uneven, the rhythm completely lost as her face buried in Rio’s hair.
“I’m close— Oh god, I’m so close— you feel so good. I’m so lucky you’re mine. No one else could have me like this. Come inside me, baby. I want all of it. I want your children. I want you.”
Rio let out a choked whine, cock twitching at the words, body trembling as she buried herself in Wanda’s embrace, spilling inside her. Wanda came with her, gasping into Rio’s mouth as they kissed, messy and raw and full of need.
Agatha sat frozen, heart pounding in her chest. It was done. Wanda was going to have Rio’s children. Her Rio. Except she wasn’t hers anymore. Because Agatha had been too afraid, too proud to let her in. And someone else had.
Someone who already took everything else.
They collapsed back onto the bed, the white, hot liquid dripping from Wanda’s entrance. She curled into Rio’s side, placing soft kisses along her neck as Rio panted for air.
Rio gasped softly. “Thank you… for letting me come.”
Wanda smiled against her skin. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. You can do that anytime you want.”
A beat passed as they laid there, quiet and warm in the aftermath.
“So…” Rio sat up slowly. “What do I do now?”
Wanda tilted her head with a teasing smile. “Well, I’d never keep you here. The restraints are gone. I know you’ve got work to do, and I won’t stop you. You can go, unless…”
She trailed off.
Agatha’s bitter laugh echoed. “She’s not staying. Now that she’s free, she’s leaving.”
Wanda’s voice filled Agatha’s mind like a knife slipping between ribs.
If that’s truly what you believe, you don’t know a damn thing about her.
Rio’s gaze searched Wanda’s face. “Unless what…?”
Wanda leaned up, brushing her lips against hers in a soft, grounding kiss. “You’re mine. But I’m yours too…”
She finally peeled off her shirt, letting it fall behind her. “I’m not here to control you, baby. When was the last time someone let you take the wheel? Between doing the universe’s dirty work and being Agatha’s bitch…”
Wanda smiled, laying back slowly, elbows propped behind her. “Nobody ever lets you choose. So go ahead. Walk out that door. Or…”
Her voice dropped to a whisper, silk-wrapped steel.
“…or you can claim what’s rightfully yours… Any. Way. You. Want.”
Rio opened and closed her mouth, caught in the weight of choice.
She shifted toward the foot of the bed, feet hitting the floor as she stared down, lost in thought.
A beat. Then she stood.
Agatha cackled. “See? What did I say?”
Wanda didn’t respond, she just smirked, patient and certain.
And then Rio turned. Slowly. Eyes scanning Wanda’s bare, waiting body like it was holy ground.
“Make it bigger.”
Agatha’s smile shattered. Her breath caught. “What…?”
Wanda tilted her head, red magic already curling around her fingers. “How big?”
Rio climbed onto the bed, crawling up Wanda’s body with deliberate grace, her movements unhurried, reverent. Wanda hummed blissfully, sinking into the mattress as warm lips trailed up her thighs, then across the soft curve of her stomach.
But there, Rio paused.
She rested her cheek gently against Wanda’s belly, one hand smoothing over the skin like a promise. Then she pressed a lingering kiss, right where she knew their future would begin. Where their children would grow.
Wanda exhaled shakily, her fingers slipping into Rio’s curls.
Another kiss. Then another.
Only once she’d honored that space did Rio continue, mouth grazing over her ribs, up her chest, feathering across her collarbone, then finally tracing her way up Wanda’s neck until their lips met.
Pulling her in for an emotional kiss not desperate, but accepting, like she belonged there and finally knew it.
“Four more inches,” she whispered against her lips, cupping her face gently. “Is that alright?”
Wanda’s grin spread like wildfire. “Perfect.”
Her hand snaked down between them, magic flickering. Rio’s cock pulsed, growing until it was 10 inches long.
Agatha thrashed in her restraints. “No. NO! Stop! Rio, STOP! Enough already— you already— what the FUCK!”
But Rio didn’t hear her. Couldn’t.
Her entire focus was on Wanda, on the way her eyes fluttered, how her chest rose and fell in anticipation. She lined herself up, pressing in slowly.
Wanda gasped at the stretch, hand flying to Rio’s chest. It wasn’t just longer, it was thicker.
Rio paused, concern flickering in her doe eyes as she brushed a strand of hair from Wanda’s face. Her voice dropped to that soft, aching place that Agatha remembered all too well.
“Are you alright? Is it too big? You can change it back if—”
Wanda silenced her with a kiss. “I’m okay, baby. It’s okay. Keep going.”
Rio nodded, kissing her forehead before pushing in deeper. She made it three-quarters in when Wanda’s breath hitched, her body tensed, a brief wince flashing across her face. She quickly recovered, but of course, Rio caught it and paused again.
“Don’t be shy, honey,” Wanda gave her an encouraging nod, voice rich with arousal. “Take what you want. I want it too.”
“I don’t wanna hurt you…” Rio whispered against her lips.
“You could never hurt me.”
Wanda wrapped a leg around her waist, pulling her in. Their bodies met with a shared moan as Rio bottomed out. They stilled for a moment, allowing each other to adjust to the sensation.
“Oh— fuck— you’re so fucking tight…” Rio whined, nearly delirious.
Wanda nodded through a gasp, nails digging into Rio’s back. “Fuck— it’s huge… I’ve never taken anything this big. Only you can stretch me like this, Rio. I trust you. I’m yours.”
Rio shuddered as she felt Wanda’s muscles begin to ease, the tightness still gripping her. “Can I—”
Wanda cut her off, voice low and commanding. “Rio. No more asking permission. If you want something, take it. Show me how you treat your favorite toys.”
Rio’s eyes widened slightly, the words hitting somewhere deep.
But Wanda softened, her hand caressing Rio’s cheek. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much, okay? But trust me… you will never be too much for me.”
Rio gave a shaky nod and began to move, slow and delicate at first, like she was afraid to break her.
Wanda threw her head back with a moan. “Oh, you feel so good inside, mama. So perfect. So sweet. So deep. You’re gonna be such a good daddy.”
“Fuck…” Rio gasped, her rhythm faltering for just a moment before she began to pick up pace, hips rolling with a little more urgency.
Wanda beamed at the reaction. “You like that? You’re excited to be a daddy, huh?”
“Yes, mami…” Rio whined into her neck, her thrusts growing needier, deeper.
Wanda bit her lip, her voice slipping again into Agatha’s mind, calm and cruel.
You do understand, don’t you? No matter how powerful I am, I still can’t control a cosmic entity. This is her choice. This is what she wants.
Agatha let out a guttural scream. “You’re evil! Why the fuck am I still here?! Why do I have to watch this?! Let me GO!”
Rio’s mine now, and you hurt her. I protect what’s mine. So now? You get to see what it looks like when someone actually loves her. Every heartbreak, every rejection you put her through… You’re feeling a fraction of what she felt.
Agatha screamed again, voice cracking. “I get it, I fucked up! Please… I can’t watch this anymore…”
Wanda didn’t respond. She just arched into Rio’s thrusts, pulled her down, and moaned wantonly into her neck. Her lips brushed Rio’s ear as she whispered, voice dripping with lust, “Fuck me harder, papi. Be rough with me. I can take it. I need to feel how much I belong to you.”
Rio groaned, her control finally snapping. She pulled back slightly. Wanda prepared to tease her for the shift, until Rio grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
The teasing died on Wanda’s tongue, replaced by a strangled moan as Rio slammed into her with the same rhythm, but more force, more claim.
Wanda’s jaw fell slack, eyes fluttering back. Her mind turned to static as Rio kissed and bit her neck, branding her in more ways than one. Molding her insides around her cock.
“Oh, just like that! That’s it, papi! Don’t hold back on me!” She begged breathlessly.
“You’re mine until the end of the multiverse,” Rio growled against her skin. “Your magic. Your heart. Your body. Your soul. I own you.”
Rio’s hands moved from the witch’s wrists to intertwine their fingers, holding her hands softly while she hammered into her.
Wanda cried out, voice cracking with pleasure. “Yes! Fuck, yes! I’m yours, papi! Yours to breed! I’ll never think of leaving, I belong to you!”
Her body went limp beneath Rio’s, every nerve lit up. The room echoed with elated whines and the wet slaps of their skin.
Agatha could only sit there, numb, praying for it to end. But her heart sank further when Rio’s head dipped, tongue tracing a rune against Wanda’s sternum. The same claim rune that was done to her earlier.
Wanda moaned as the green magic flared under Rio’s tongue. And then… the matching rune on Rio’s abdomen pulsed red.
A haze of red and green magic lifted from their bodies, floating above them like the Northern Lights. Agatha had never seen anything like it.
The magic danced. Twisting, curling, merging like lovers reuniting after eons apart. And maybe they were. Because Wanda’s magic, after all, had been a product of Rio’s creation. That damn mind stone.
This wasn’t domination. It was devotion. A reunion of souls and magic that had always been meant for each other.
Wanda yelped as Rio stood, slipping a strong arm beneath her. With one fluid motion, she yanked her up and slung her legs over her shoulders, hands gripping her ass to keep her steady.
Rio let gravity do the work. She bounced Wanda effortlessly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her shins, her chest, her neck, and finally her mouth.
Wanda mewled, her sounds breathy and broken, overwhelmed.
Then, Rio slowed as her hands slid to Wanda’s skinny little waist, trembling beneath her grip. She paused, speaking softly against Wanda’s lips. “Tell me if it’s too much…”
Wanda barely had time to register the warning before Rio’s grip tightened… and she moved.
Rio manhandled her like she was nothing but a fleshlight, a toy for her use, pounding into her with such force that Wanda felt like a ragdoll, and almost swore she felt her ears ringing. She had no control, but that only made her wetter.
Wanda let out a guttural moan and cried out, “Oh… oh fuck yes! That’s it! Use me, papochka! Use me to get off! Fuck!”
Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by pleasure that hit too fast, too deep, too good.
She began spouting nonsense, high pitched and breathless. “My pussy is yours! I’m nothing but a cocksleeve for you— a bitch for you to fuck— an object to dump your come into—YA tvoya shlyukha!“
Rio groaned at the words, continuing to pound her senseless as her mind hazed. “You take me so fucking well, mama. Ty deystvitel’no sozdana dlya menya. My perfect woman. Ty budesh’ tak krasivo smotret’sya ryadom s moim tronom.”
Wanda whimpered, brain barely able to form words, let alone speak them. The sound of Rio speaking her language sent another jolt through her.
“My realm’s been so lonely,” Rio rasped. “I’ll build a throne for you. Right beside mine. Ty budesh’ moyei korolevoy, i ya podaryu tebe rebenka— Fuck—”
Her pace faltered for a moment as the vision overtook her.
“The prophecy was right. You were meant to rule the cosmos. Ty neimoverno sil’naya, mama. Kak boginya. You’re the only woman I’ve ever feared.”
Wanda’s head lolled back, her voice cracking as she babbled between ragged breaths. “You don’t ever have to be afraid of me—not if you keep fucking me like this. Oh god, I—”
She clenched around her, body coiling tight as Rio slammed into her again and again, hitting her cervix over and over until she saw stars.
“Please— please come inside me again,” Wanda begged, desperate tears streaking her face. “Ty mne ochen’ nuzhna— I need you to fill me up, oh my god— papochka… pozhaluysta!”
Rio let out a strangled moan, high and raw. “Fuck!— If you keep squeezing me like that I’m gonna— oh!—”
She stumbled back into a wall, knees nearly buckling from the sensation. She moved quickly, flipping them so Wanda’s back was now pressed to the surface. She slid Wanda’s legs from her shoulders, guiding them to wrap around her waist instead.
The orgasms crashed through them simultaneously. Wanda trembled at the feeling of Rio’s come overflowing from her cunt. Her cock filled her up so well, hardly anything else could fit.
Rio’s thrusts continued, hard and deep, helping them both ride out their orgasms. But when she tried to slow down, Wanda growled, feral and craving.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop until you’re completely satisfied. Use me until there’s nothing left in you.”
Rio blinked, stunned for only a moment, then her expression darkened with hunger. Who was she to say no to the Scarlet Witch?
She obeyed without hesitation, tossing Wanda back onto the bed like a promise.
Agatha disassociated.
She didn’t know how much time had passed, if any time passed at all in this cursed labyrinth of a home. It felt like eternity. A torturous stretch of moments, strung together by helplessness. All she could do was watch as the woman she was too afraid to love folded her greatest enemy into positions that used to belong to them. Some she didn’t even recognize.
Rio gripped Wanda’s throat from behind, whispering English, Spanish, and Sokovian filth in her ear as she had her flush against her front. She held her in her lap, bodies moving in sync, Wanda’s head tipped back in bliss. She bent her over, face pressed against the mattress while Rio pulled her hair.
Cowgirl. Reverse cowgirl. The scoop-me-up. Reverse scoop. 69. Standing 69. The Lotus. The Wrapped Lotus. The Pretzel Dip. The Ballet Dancer. The Valedictorian. The David Copperfield. They even did it on the ceiling, held up by magic just because.
They fucked like college students alone at a damn AirBnB, and Agatha just sat through it all. Powerless. Silenced. Erased.
But the worst wasn’t the filthy words or the obscene sounds or the ridiculous positions. The worst was now.
Rio hovered above Wanda, soft and trembling, her thrusts shallow and spent. She pressed kiss after kiss across Wanda’s face, worshipping her like a relic. Wanda cradled her with the ease of someone who knew she was adored.
They climaxed together again, weak and raw. Rio collapsed on top of her, face buried in her neck, breath hot against Wanda’s flushed skin as she finally pulled out. Both of them were utterly ruined.
The sheets were soaked, slick with the aftermath. Rio’s come leaked from Wanda’s cunt. Drops of it clung to her stomach, streaked her thighs, trickled from her chin, smeared on her back. If this didn’t get the bitch pregnant, then absolutely nothing would.
“Shit… I think I’m spent… Did I… was that alright?” Rio panted. “Too much? Not enough?”
Wanda smiled, worn out but glowing. She ran her fingers through Rio’s hair, slow and loving. “You were so perfect for mama. I’m proud of you for lasting so long. Rest now, okay cariño?”
She waved her hand lazily, cleaning the ruined sheets with a flick of magic. A blanket fluttered into existence and draped over them, brushing against Rio’s overly sensitive cock.
Rio whimpered.
“Can I… go back to having a vagina now?” she mumbled. “These things are really sensitive…”
Wanda chuckled. “Of course.”
With another flick, Rio’s body softened and shifted. She let out a dreamy hum.
“Mucho mejor…” she whispered. “Thank you for wanting me…”
She curled into Wanda’s chest like a koala. Content, vulnerable, loved, and fell asleep almost instantly.
Wanda held her close, rubbing gentle circles on her back, kissing her temple. Rio gave tiny little happy sighs in her sleep.
“You took everything from me,” Agatha said. Her voice was weak. Not bitter. Just broken.
Wanda glanced up, brow arched, voice low so as not to wake the woman in her arms.
“Hm. Yes, I did take your magic. The Darkhold. Some of your herbs. Two years of your life, give or take. Sorry bout that. But this?”
She looked down at Rio’s peaceful face.
“You threw her away. Then got mad when someone else picked her up.”
Agatha’s jaw clenched. “She’s mine.”
“She was. But now she’s mine. And not because I forced her to be. Because she chose me. I’m the only one capable of giving us the family we always dreamed of.”
There was no arrogance in Wanda’s tone. Just quiet conviction.
A tear slid down Agatha’s cheek, just one. That was all she’d allow.
Wanda’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you go. You get your magic back. But I keep her. Fair trade?”
Agatha hesitated. “You’re telling me to choose between… Rio or power?”
Wanda tilted her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
“I think you made up your mind a long time ago.”
And Agatha’s heart sank, because she had. That’s how it always was. Her hunger for power always came first. Rio, always in her shadow. Cleaning up messes. Loving her anyway. Asking her, begging her, to slow down just a bit and settle in a quiet cabin with her.
But Agatha never listened.
Wanda sighed, shifting to hold Rio more securely as she read her mind. “Well. That’s disappointing. I was secretly hoping you’d finally make the right choice. But… more for me, I guess.”
“Wait— Wanda!—“
But it was too late. The smoke swallowed her whole.
She didn’t feel pain, only heat. A crackle of magic as it surged back into her bones. Familiar and overwhelming. Wanda didn’t just return what she’d taken. She paid interest.
When the smoke cleared, she was back on a Manhattan rooftop. The armchair beneath her replaced with a steel garden chair. She wasn’t restrained anymore. She was free.
But she was alone.
The bag from earlier sat in front of her. Neatly packed. Like a farewell gift.
So that was it. No more Rio.
But hey. She got what she wanted. Her power. Her tools. Her freedom. She’d even stolen from the Scarlet Witch and walked away alive.
She won.
So why did she feel like she lost?
She didn’t cry. Not again. She just sat there, for a long time, staring at the skyline like it might give her an answer. But it didn’t.
Eventually, with a flick of her fingers, she disappeared, returning to her Westview home.
Still powerful.
Still alone.
7 YEARS LATER
Agatha sat idly on her couch, lazily flipping through shows on HBO Max. Time had slowed since the day Wanda let her go.
About two months after that, she drained her first coven with her newly restored power, and was surprised to find someone waiting. A thin, ghostly pale young man with dark hair, looking barely out of his twenties.
“Who the hell are you?” she snapped. “Where’s Rio?”
The boy flinched but quickly straightened, offering a polite wave. “Oh! Hello. Most people can’t see us. I’m an acolyte of Lady Death. She and the Queen Consort are occupied with family matters. These days, Lady Death only tends to higher souls: celestials, gods, omega-level mutants, etcetera. The rest of the work falls to folks like me.”
Agatha’s expression faltered.
Queen Consort. Family matters.
She blinked, then asked, “Since when is Death married?”
The boy smiled softly, like it was common knowledge. “Haven’t you heard? She and the Chaos Queen are expecting. They wedded once the pregnancy was confirmed.”
Agatha’s breath caught for a moment. She steadied herself. “Right. I had no idea.”
The boy tilted his head. “Did you know them? I could pass along a message if you’d like.”
Agatha shook her head. “No… but thank you.”
“Very well.” He gestured politely to the drained coven behind her. “If you’ll excuse me…”
Agatha turned and left without another word, trying to ignore the hollow echo in her chest.
Since then, she’d only drained a handful of covens. Not out of hunger, but out of habit. The thrill was gone. It wasn’t the same without Rio waiting to collect her work, arms crossed, eyes bright with exasperated affection.
Now? It just felt hollow.
Still, she lived her life.
She tidied up her house, traveled when she wanted, dined in luxury restaurants and compelled the bill away. But the silence always followed.
Not that loneliness was anything new. She prided herself on being a covenless witch.
But lately… it felt less like pride. And more like punishment.
She hit play on season 2 of White Lotus, not caring that she hadn’t seen season 1. She told herself it wasn’t because that character Harper looked hauntingly similar to Rio. But she knew that was a lie.
Then the doorbell rang.
With a sigh, she paused the episode and padded barefoot to the door. She flung it open.
“What?!”
No one was there. She looked around, annoyed, until her foot nudged something. A sleek red box.
No markings. No writing. Just sitting there.
She brought it inside and placed it on the coffee table.
Eyed it suspiciously. Poked it with a stick.
Nothing happened.
Eventually, curiosity won. She lifted the lid…
And froze.
The Darkhold.
She pulled it out, leafed through the pages. Real. Intact. Whispering with old power.
At the bottom of the box, a folded note.
Agatha Harkness,
I put the dark magic behind me years ago. I do apologize for how cruel I was that night. But I have to thank you for breaking Rio’s heart. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the chance to put it back together. I hope this gift shows my gratitude. She’s doing well, by the way. I truly wish the same for you.
Kind regards,
Wanda Maximoff-Vidal
Agatha’s jaw clenched.
She flipped the note over, and there it was: a moving photograph. A memory. A moment through Wanda’s eyes.
When she touched it, the vision swirled.
Rio stood at a stovetop, a boy perched on her shoulders, tugging gently at her hair like he was Remy from Ratatouille, guiding her every movement. Laughter filled the air, light and familiar. Beside them, a little girl twirled in a yellow princess dress, giggling as Rio lifted a spice jar for the boy to sniff.
Twins.
The girl had Wanda’s pale skin and striking green eyes, but her nose and smile were unmistakably Rio’s.
And the boy… Agatha’s breath caught. He wasn’t just similar. He was practically a carbon copy of Nicky, down to the long, dark hair, the curious eyes, the way he clung to Rio like she was his whole world.
Her hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes burned.
It was everything Rio ever wanted. Everything that should’ve been theirs. And someone else had given it to her.
She gently placed the photo back into the box, closed the lid, and slid it aside.
Then, she picked up the Darkhold.
Ran her fingers over the cover. Let the familiar hum of forbidden power settle in her bones.
Now, she had everything Wanda had taken from her.
Everything… except Rio.