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fakeagatha · 6 months

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a headcanon about harkximoff having a stablished relationship in westview? 🥺

hex or after hex, whatever you want :))

A/N: I'm still not 100% on what an established relationship is but I hope I got it right :)

I have 1 more request that's been in my inbox for months, I promise I'm getting to it, I can only use my laptop because I have no storage on my phone! (I use Wattpad for oneshots)

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Wandagatha in an Established Relationship Headcanons

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🔮Agatha entered Westview with the goal to defeat Wanda and steal her powers, so she wasn't expecting to instead fall in love with her.

❤️‍🔥In the beggining, Agatha was extremely jealous of Vision, but at the same time didn't want to hurt Wanda.

🔮When Vision "died", Agatha was somewhat relieved.

��️‍🔥To Agatha's own surprise, she had mercy. Her plans on stealing Wanda's powers couldn't go through the way she had planned because God, she loved this woman.

🔮So instead, she pretended to loose the battle.

❤️‍🔥Long story short, something inside Wanda went off, and she let Agatha free.

🔮Wanda rebuilt the houses and buildings in Westview, so it could function like a neighborhood once again, even though many people avoided stepping foot in the borders.

❤️‍🔥It was awkward for Wanda and Agatha to be neighbors again, but they managed to rebuild their relationship in a different way.

🔮In a few words, Wanda realized that she was also into women, and Agatha was proud of herself for that.

❤️‍🔥Fast forward a few months, Wanda used her powers to turn their houses into one, as they decided to move in together.

🔮It was great for both of them, waking up next to each other, or Wanda complaining to Agatha about not flushing the toilet.

❤️‍🔥Agatha normally lied in, which gave Wanda the opportunity to attempt to make her breakfast in bed.

🔮Most of the time, it went perfectly, and Agatha fell more and more in love with her.

❤️‍🔥But neither of them will ever forget the time that Agatha spilled baked beans all over the bedsheets when Wanda attempted to make an English breakfast.

🔮One day, Wanda had decided to surprise Agatha by making an entire room for Señor Scratchy, which included a large cage, beds, toys, his food and water stations, basically a paradise for him.

❤️‍🔥Agatha was so delighted that she then surprised Wanda with a cat, named Ebony.

🔮They changed up the room and added a cat tower as well, and they were both so proud of their children.

❤️‍🔥Agatha has the habit of not closing the toilet seat after using it, and it drives Wanda crazy, so it's normal to hear her yelling "Agatha, the toilet!!" At random times throughout the day.

🔮Wanda has a habit of forgetting where she's left things, which is the reason the two are often late to their duties.

❤️‍🔥Agatha is purely what you would call a "Facebook Mom", possible because of her age, but it makes Wanda's day when she's at work sees a marvelous, blurry selfie of Agatha, the lense way too close or too far away from her face, and a very awkward angle.

#agatha harkness #wandavision #kathryn hahn #agatha all along #agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness x reader #agatha x reader #agnes wandavision #wandavision x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x agatha #wanda x reader #wanda maximilf #wanda maximommy #harkximoff #wandagatha

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cissa-calls · 11 months

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Countdown to Coven of Chaos: Day 468

Coloring in, I love rendering curly hair - will I finish in time for Wandagatha week? Let’s hope

#wandavision #agatha harkness #house of harkness #agatha all along #hahndavision #house of harkness counter #marvel #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #coven of chaos counter #coven of chaos #wandagatha week #art #in progress #my art #digital art

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aparticularbandit · 1 year

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I want to write a thing but I also want to do another thing so instead I will leave y’all with this image because. I can.

Agatha Harkness curled up, not quite asleep but not quite awake, drowsy and neatly uncertain, on a bed not of her own making. She knows that it isn’t hers because it is too soft - she loves a soft bed but rarely creates one for herself; it lowers her defenses, and she needs to wake up; a soft bed would ensnare her so easily (it has now, but she tells herself it hasn’t). She shivers and tugs the blankets closer about her; she wears nothing beneath them but does not know why, and her back aches in a way it hasn��t since she crafted spells to keep the pain in check. Her breath is fire, and it warms her.

The sound of a door creaking open. Agatha squeezes her eyes shut. Makes herself small. Curls in on herself to conserve warmth, and winces when she does.

Silence. Not even the footsteps of someone approaching. All of which can be a bad idea after a door has opened because really it just means that someone is staring at her. Which is an uncomfortable acknowledgment to make if she keeps her eyes closed because that sort of staring can mean all sorts of things, especially if they think she’s dozed off, which she nearly has. She can’t bring herself to care.

Then the long-suffering sigh of someone she can almost remember and a voice that she definitely does (and would cringe if she could get herself to care about it enough to do so):

Agnes - a hiss between clenched teeth - what the hell are you doing here?

Agatha cracks her eyes enough to stare up at Wanda Maximoff, all soft sweater and Mom jeans and green eyes like daggers. No magic yet. That’s...that’s something.

And yet, still, she corrects her, mumbles out, It’s Agatha, dear, before coughing hopelessly into one hand, shivering, and closing her eyes again.

She doesn’t need her eyes open to note the sudden scarlet light burning in Wanda’s direction, but she knows that it’s warmer towards her than the caster wielding it is.

#musings #bandit fic #bandit writes fic #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wagatha #wandagatha #harximoff #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #idk if i'll actually go anywhere else with this #just #visuals

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littlefeatherwitch · 1 year

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. * . ᗢ . * . -ˋ ༻ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༺ ˎˊ- . ⁺ ˚ ⋆*･ﾟ☾

/ MINORS & MEN DNI /

* .·. . ✧:. ·. 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 .· .:✧ . .·. *

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

I’m 19 years old and in my first year of university; I’m a lesbian - She / Her

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↷ 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇

Before making a request, please read the list below. When requesting please be nice and clear that it’s a request. I can't guarantee the length of a fic.

Please take into account that I can't write all the time and that your requests may take some time but I will write them as fast as I can <3

What I write :

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ﹕Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Agatha Harkness, Maria Hill, Regina Mills, Leonora (Lady) Lesso and fem reader.

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ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴛᴇxᴛ ﹕smut, angst, fluff, oneshot, hurt/confort, dark fics, kink/fetishes & more...

I will not write :

bodily fluid kinks (some piss is fine), incest (stepcest is fine), pedophilia/underage, heavy pet play, heavy age play, g!p, extreme violence, male reader/character, scat,...

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#fem reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #scarlet witch x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #mommy wanda #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x maria #wandanat #fanfic #readermarvel #swanqueen #wandagatha #emma x regina #reader x regina mills #readerxladylesso

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lovelybucky1 · 2 years

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Marvel Masterlist

matt murdock x reader masterlist

bucky barnes x reader masterlist

steve rogers x reader masterlist

stucky

headcanons + drabbles

captain kink +

gay bar $

40s stucky dancing $

fics

youth $#

stucky x reader

headcanons + drabbles

steve discovers porn +

stucky x trans!reader $

winterbaron

oneshots

bark like a god +

loki x reader

headcanons + drabbles

trust is for children and dogs +

loki calms you down during a panic attack $

loki kneeling +

agatha harkness x reader

headcanons + drabbles

dinner with agatha $

natasha romanoff x reader

oneshots

teenage dream +

sam wilson x reader

headcanons + drabbles

joining the mile high club +

carol danvers x reader

headcanons + drabbles

getting teased +

yelena belova x reader

headcanons + drabbles

nsfw alphabet +

wanda maximoff x reader

headcanons + drabbles

nsfw alphabet +

ikaris x reader

nsfw alphabet +

frank castle x reader

headcanons + drabbles

through the wall (frank x matt x reader) +

outdoor sex +

sundress +

wandagatha

retribution (wandagtha) +!

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agathaslittle · 3 years

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Feverish Love - Little!Reader x Agatha Harkness and Wanda Maximoff

Summary: You refuse to tell your mommies that you are feeling sick, but that sure can't last for too long.

Requested by Anon: “Maybe 15, 25, and 39 from the fluff prompt list? Maybe little!r isn't feeling well but won't tell wanda or agatha and instead is really clingy and whiny, until they realise when they feel she has a fever.”

15. “I'm right here.”

25. "You're really warm.”

39. "Why are you scared of loving?"

Word Count: 1388

Trigger Warnings: Age Regress.

"Good morning, baby."

Wanda's voice was the first thing you heard before slowly opening your eyes, closing them immediately when the sun's rays hit them.

"What a sleepy bunny we have here," Agatha chuckled when you yawned, stroking your hair, still spooning you, "but it's time to get out of bed."

Get out of bed. Yeah, you didn't want to do that.

Your mommies' cuddles were too warm, as was the blanket, and you were too cold. Your head ached and you just wanted to go back to sleep. So when Wanda pulled the blanket down, you whined loud, pressing yourself against her chest.

"Come on Y/N, it's breakfast time," mama Wanda brushed your hair out of your face, "I promise to cook your favorite if you're a good girl."

You pouted but sat up in bed, eliciting a smile from the two witches beside you, who soon kissed you on each cheek. But then they got up and you felt the cold that made your body ache, so when they turned around expecting you to get up too, you made grabby hands to mommy Agatha, whining once more.

"Oh, so we're very little today, uh?" She said before lifting you into her arms, holding your butt and your back, letting you wrap your legs around her waist and sink your head into her neck.

You almost fell asleep again as she slowly rocked you, but then mama called your name and you realized what she had in her hand. The purple pacifier mommy had chosen was mere inches from your face and Wanda shook it lightly, "say 'ah' to mama."

"Aaah," you opened your mouth and she slid the pacifier into it, giggling when you sighed before starting to suck on the pacifier.

"Good girl, Y/N," mama praised you.

You remained on mommy's arms as she sat in the kitchen chair, the pacifier soothing you but not enough to keep your stomach from churning at the smell of breakfast.

Little you was feeling more and more frustrated about being sick, wanting to cry for your mommies, but a small part of big you was holding you back. They already had a huge job taking care of you everytime you regressed, you didn't want them to have to deal with your illness too.

You could hang on until you're big again and then deal with it yourself.

This was a solid plan until the plate of grilled cheese was placed on the table. You tried to disentangle yourself from Agatha's arms, who frowned as she wrapped her arms around your waist, preventing you from getting up.

Wanda pursed her lips understanding that you didn't want to eat, "honey, this is your favorite, you should eat a little bit."

With a muffled wail you shook your head, still nestled on Agatha's chest.

"Why are you so whiny today?" Mommy asked, running her hand over your hair, "tell us what's wrong, bunny."

You remained silent, squeezing your eyes shut from the throbbing headache.

But there was no need to answer anything, because soon mama's hand was on your cheek, an attempt to get you to react, you supposed, but that made Wanda gasp loudly, "you're really warm!"

Quickly mommy's hand was on your forehead, "fuck!"

Wanda covered your ears in a second, "language, Agatha!"

"She has a fever!" Agatha pointed out exasperately, ignoring Wanda's reproach.

"Yeah, I noticed that much," Wanda shook her head, looking back at you.

This time your eyes were open, meeting the concerned green eyes of the witch. Guilt washed over you, you didn't want this to happen, you didn't want to be sick and you didn't want them to find out.

The sudden feeling was the last straw, overwhelming you completely alongside with your pain and you started crying, the pacifier falling from your mouth when you sobbed suddenly. The redhead's eyes flashed red quickly to keep it from falling to the ground, but she didn't put the pacifier back in your mouth, letting you cry instead, knowing you would just drop it again.

Again Agatha's arms wrapped around you, one of her hands stroking your back as she murmured "shhhhh" into your hair, letting you hold her pajama top while the sobs rocked your body.

Wanda's fingers brushed over your cheek, wiping the tears away sweetly, "don't worry my love, we're going to lower that fever, okay?"

In a second you were engulfed in red smoke, taking the three of you straight to the bathroom. There the brunette carefully passed you to Wanda's arms, who kissed your temple while holding you in her arms.

"Mama," you muttered tearfully.

"I'm right here," she cooed, "mama's right here taking care of you."

With some difficulty, the sorceress managed to take off your clothes and tie your hair while Agatha prepared the bathtub, putting a bath bomb and some toys in it for you to accept to get in it easier.

When mama lowered you into the tub, you expected the water to be hot and the bath to warm the cold you were feeling, but then your body came into contact with the icy water and you yelped, desperately trying to get back into Wanda's arms.

You only stopped thrashing in the water and crying out when mommy also got into the tub, making the water overflow but that was the last worry on your mommies' minds, wanting this situation to be as painless as possible for you.

Wanda knelt on the wet floor to wash you gently while Agatha held your shivering body, she too had been chilled by the water but her skin contact soothed you for the tortuous minutes you spent in the tub.

"You were so brave, love, we're so proud of you," mommy kissed your forehead as they gently dried you.

Mama nodded in agreement, "such a good girl for us."

You smiled for the first time that day, letting them dress you in clean pajamas and carry you back to bed. There you clung to Scratchy Junior and silently watched the two of them dry off and change clothes as well.

The covers were taken out of your reach when you tried to cover the three of you, making you pout. You were still cold and the shiver that shook your body was proof of that.

"Come here, little one," Agatha called out to you, sitting down and pulling your back to her so you faced Wanda, entwining your legs and hugging you, bringing back some of the warm comfort you were looking for.

"Why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well earlier, Y/N?" Mama asked.

You bit your lip and buried your face in the stuffed bunny, hiding yourself. Or well, hiding as much as you could, anyway.

"No worry," you mumbled, not even sure they could hear with the stuffie muffling your voice.

"Y/N, it's our job to worry about you," came mommy's confirmation that they had indeed heard your answer, "why are you scared of loving? Of your mommies loving you?"

Your bottom lip trembled a little before finally facing mama again.

"B-bother," you felt your voice breaking.

"You are not a bother, Y/N," Wanda said, once again wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

"Never," Agatha agreed, "you are our little love, but we can't take care of you properly if you don't tell us when something is wrong with you, do you understand?"

You felt your chest warm up at the reassuring words and nodded, smiling tearfully.

"Come on, enough tears, honey," the red-haired sorceress pleaded, before bringing a bottle out of thin air and red mist, holding it to your lips, "drink it, this will help you feel better."

This time you accepted the milk without delay, it tasted so sweet that you couldn't help but sigh when you felt the warm liquid hit your mouth.

Your eyelids began to slowly close as mommy and mama whispered sweet nothings to you, feeling the little kisses they left on your shoulder and face.

You then let yourself relax and fall asleep once more, knowing that you no longer needed to be strong on your own, you were in your safe place, in your mommy's arms and they would take good care of you.

You really were the luckiest little in the whole world.

#Agatha Harkness x Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Agatha Harkness #WandaVision #Imagines #Marvel #Wandagatha x Reader #Wandagatha

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rxsephinepearl · 3 years

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Y/N is the new neighbor who recently moved to WestView

Wanda: Hey, I see those leaves, where are you from?

Y/N: Sokovia!

Wanda: AAYYYE, I KNEW IT! ME TOO!

Agatha: Darling, did you just identify a country by looking at its... leaves...?

#wagatha #wandagatha #violetwitch #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #scarlet witch #wandavision #marvel #incorrect #incorrect quotes #reader #x reader #wanda maximoff x agatha harkness #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #reader x wanda maximoff x agatha harkness

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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Micro-tale 1:

I loved you when I met the ocean in your eyes, when I tasted the blood in your lips and lost myself in the night of your hair.

I loved you when you made me fight the darkness for the right to love you. And I won because losing you would be my death.

But darling, I couldn't fight this time. When the red came and wrapped you in her scarlet arms, I couldn't win.

And now my voice is fading away, disappearing in your indiference. And it hurts seeing you with her.

Because you never loved me back and I...

...I did want you to be the one.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x y/n #agnes x reader #agatha harkness x you #gay for kathryn hahn #wandagatha #idk what this is #I just felt like posting it

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venticalooks · 3 years

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Stuff I Wrote!

(updated 4.29.21)

Agatha x Wanda:

Bitter Pill (10/??) - My slow burn multi chapter fic. Rated M

Begins directly after the finale's post credit scene. Wanda needs to find her boys, and there's only one witch who can help her.

Hook, Line, Sinker (2/3?) - My smutty one shot series. Rated E

Just Between Us: Suddenly being in her 2nd trimester of pregnancy has some unexpected side effects for Wanda and Agnes wants to lend a helping hand. Takes place in the impossible time right before the 70s episode's opening theme.

Out of My Mind: Wanda can't get a certain friendly neighbor out of her head and has no idea why. Feeling confused, she turns to Vision for comfort but can't escape the fantasies in her mind.

Agatha x Reader:

Whiskey Sour (complete!) - Rated M

Agatha find the tables turned when she tries to seduce her favorite car mechanic, Butch! Reader

#ventica writes #harkximoff #agatha harkness #wandagatha #agatha harkness x you #agatha harkness x reader

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chaosvillainy · 2 years

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Agatha: Did you take out Wanda as I requested?

Y/N: Wanda has been taken out, yes.

Agatha: You have my grat-

Y/N: It was a great restaurant.

Y/N: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Y/N: Wanda proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

Agatha: Idiot...

#wanda maximoff #wandavision #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff x reader #source: google #wandagatha #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #wandagatha x reader #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #marvel

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fakeagatha · 1 year

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Masterlist

Old Masterlist

Oneshot

Headcanons

Drabble/Imagine/Scenario

Series Fic

★-Angst

Agatha Harkness

Breathless | Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: You fall for your neighbor, and one day at her house your intrusive thoughts get the best of you. Does she feel the same way?

Not Ready | Agatha Harkness x Reader★

Summary: What happens when you take your final breath?

I Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha takes you on a road trip, but you got bored, so she shuts you up with ice cream.

DrunkaVision|Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: You and Agatha get ridiculously drunk and are laughing at everything as you start making comments towards Vision, making Wanda annoyed.

Love Sucks | Agatha Harkness x Reader★

Summary: You are in love with Agatha, but she isn't in love with you.

Dating Agatha Harkness in Prison

Disastrous Soon to Be Wives | Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Evanora goes to prison, she requests to see Agatha. Agatha will only go under one circumstance- you accompany her.

Needles | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: You give Agatha a tongue piercing.

Fake World | Agatha Harkness x Reader★

Summary: Something happens, making you aware of yourself again.

Icing | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Summary: Agatha wants to start baking again, and requests your help. The only problem is that you have no idea how.

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Wandagatha / Harkximoff

Wandagatha in an Established Relationship

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Eve Fletcher

Mrs Fletcher | Prof!Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Summary: You and your professor fall for each other. What will you do with your feelings?

#kathryn hahn #agatha coven of chaos #agatha all along #agatha harkness #agatha x reader #mrs fletcher #eve fletcher #agnes wandavision #wandavision #wandavision x reader

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our-blood-is-our-ink · 2 years

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Anyone wanna give me two random numbers and I'll post something from my WIPS/drafts/unpublished shit sitting on google docs with zero context?

#i wanna feel accomplished without having to go through the mental breakdown first #i wanna write but this block is brutalizing me #its all #agatha harkness #agatha x reader #wanda x agatha #wandagatha #wandavision #kathryn hahn #house of harkness

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aparticularbandit · 2 years

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Kisses Through The Decades I - 1960′s

Summary: The world is full of various shades of grey – charcoal, smoke, silver, ash, pewter, steel, iron, and so on. For all the black and white, there is relatively little of that. Agnes’s hair trends as dark a grey as the world allows, but even it isn’t a pure black. The closest to that is the ribbon tied tight around her waist, accenting the narrowness of it, the hourglass shape of her. Wanda’s hands have found that waist far many times to count at this point, if only to usher her out of the kitchen when she’s stayed – not past her welcome, because that sounds rude, but…well, past her welcome. Problem being, of course, that the more Wanda guides her by the waist out of the kitchen and through the back door, the more her hands find a proper place there.

Five Times Kissed; Wagatha; Westview

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The first time they kiss, there is no color.

Or, at least, there isn’t supposed to be.

The world is full of various shades of grey – charcoal, smoke, silver, ash, pewter, steel, iron, and so on. For all the black and white, there is relatively little of that. Agnes’s hair trends as dark a grey as the world allows, but even it isn’t a pure black. The closest to that is the ribbon tied tight around her waist, accenting the narrowness of it, the hourglass shape of her. Wanda’s hands have found that waist far many times to count at this point, if only to usher her out of the kitchen when she’s stayed – not past her welcome, because that sounds rude, but…well, past her welcome.

Problem being, of course, that the more Wanda guides her by the waist out of the kitchen and through the back door, the more her hands find a proper place there. Now, even when Agnes is more than welcome, looking over one of far too many pots or pans bubbling away, Wanda finds her hands on Agnes’s waist, holding her in place as she moves past her or guiding her left or right so that Agnes can continue cooking at the stovetop while Wanda pulls bread or roast or cake out of the oven.

And the more Wanda’s hands finds their proper place on Agnes’s waist, the more, when they aren’t cooking, that she wants to leave them there, hugging the curves of her, thumb brushing along the ribbon she always ties just above her skirt, fingers aching to—

Nothing, really.

Most of the time, when her mind heads in that direction, Vision appears soon after, briefcase over one shoulder, hanging his hat on its hook by the door, lips stretched into a happy, pleasant smile. He isn’t a distraction, certainly. It’s just that the more hours she spends with Agnes, the more likely it is for Wanda to feel…to feel, and the height of those feelings always tends to happen just when it’s time for Vision to arrive. And his arrival always makes those feelings dissipate.

Except.

One day, Vision doesn’t come home as promptly as he always does.

Wanda glances to the calendar – there’s no heart to mark a meeting with the Harts, as there had been only a short while ago (in an entirely different decade, though no one but Wanda seems to have noticed), but there is a pair of binoculars. Symbols are a little too easy to read incorrectly – to forget their meaning – and underneath that, in Vision’s tidy little scrawl, is the memo: Neighborhood Watch Meeting, 6pm.

Of course. Vis had mentioned it earlier that morning – he’d intended to stay downtown, to stay in the library for some research before the meeting, and to maybe go out to get drinks with them later (although he couldn’t drink with them, it would be nice to spend time with them). He’d suggested she go over to the Bohners’ house for dinner or maybe set up a girls’ evening with Agnes; actually, he had suggested this over a week ago, and Wanda had conveniently forgotten about it until just now. Her gaze easily shifts from the note on the calendar to Agnes, and her lips press together in a thin little line.

As if feeling the weight of Wanda’s eyes on her, Agnes turns and leans against the kitchen counter. “Something bothering you, hon? I wouldn’t want to be getting in the way of your time with Vis.” She smiles in that cheery way that she has.

Wanda feels something in the center of her chest clench hopelessly. “No. He’ll be out late.” She offers Agnes a smile of her own. “But if Ralph is waiting for you, then you’d better—”

“Oh, Ralph doesn’t mind.” Agnes waves one hand dismissively. “He’s got himself a nice TV dinner and a football game to keep him company. He won’t notice I’m gone until the Anthem plays.” Her eyes light up. “Say, how do you feel about a game of bridge?”

They leave the food to keep warm on the stove and settle on the couch. Wanda eats a little – she isn’t very hungry – and Agnes follows her lead. About halfway through dinner, Agnes digs into her purse and pulls out a little flask. “I know you have your own,” she says, unscrewing the lid, “but if you’d like to try some of mine?” She holds the flask out for her.

Wanda looks at the flask. She’s noticed a bit just how much – and how often – Agnes seems to drink, but that’s not what flickers like static through her mind right now. What she thinks of first, almost immediately, is how she can see the print of Agnes’s dark lipstick on its rim, how she would leave her own mark where Agnes’s lips left theirs. Her mouth grows dry, and she finds, despite the glass of water sitting next to her, that she is incredibly thirsty. “Sure.” She reaches out for the flask and takes a swig, sputtering at how strong the drink is before handing it back. “How do you drink that stuff?”

“Grew up with it, I guess.” Agnes shrugs once before taking a much longer drink of her own. Then she holds the flask back out. “Do you want more?”

“No, thanks.” Wanda shakes her head. Her gaze lifts to the kitchen, where a bottle of wine waits in the refrigerator. She licks her lips and decides against it. “Hey,” she says, “why don’t we turn on a show? I’m a horrible bridge player. Honest.”

Agnes gives her a look, not quite startled, but not quite sure. Then the smile comes back, easy as anything. “Sure, dear,” she says. “That’ll be swell!”

Despite the fact that this episode should be brand spanking new, Wanda feels as though she’s seen it before. That makes it less of a distraction than she’d hoped, and instead of focusing on the show in front of her, Wanda finds her eyes wandering instead over to Agnes, taking in the way she smiles at the jokes, how her eyes widen at moments of shock, the fidgeting of her fingers when something seems to be going too terribly wrong. Worse, every so often her eyes flick to that silken ribbon around her waist, noting the way it catches the light, despite how dark it really is.

Eventually, Agnes’s gaze flicks over to Wanda herself, catches her eyes just before a commercial break, before Wanda has a chance to look away. “Wanda,” she says, hesitant, “why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?”

“No, no, there’s nothing.” Wanda looks away immediately, not at the television or the commercial – something about a watch with an interesting logo embossed within it – but at her hands, at her fingers, which fidget together worse than Agnes’s had only a few moments prior.

Agnes reaches over and places her hand over Wanda’s stilling them. “You’re acting anxious, dear. Is it the liquor? Was it too strong for you?”

Wanda presses her lips together and shakes her head. She glances up through her lashes and finds that Agnes has moved closer to her and is looking at her curiously. They’re so close, she can feel Agnes’s thigh brushing against hers. It isn’t entirely unpleasant. “It’s not.” She swallows once, hard, and she tries to meet Agnes’s eyes, but her own fall to her lips and refuse to move any higher. “It’s not the liquor.”

In another moment, Wanda would continue that statement – would question why exactly Agnes had liquor that strong in her flask in the first place, would follow that line of thought so that she could be distracted by it – but Agnes is…honestly, not really much closer than she is when they cook together in the kitchen, so she should…she should be fine. All she has to do is—

Wanda reaches over and places her hands on the small of Agnes’s waist, just where that ribbon accentuates her curves, where they fit just so. She intended to slowly move her away, but she doesn’t. Instead, her thumb rubs gentle along the silk ribbon. Her head tilts to one side. “Agnes?”

“Yes, dear?”

It’s not a simple thing. She tells herself later that it is, but it isn’t. It isn’t at all.

Her nose brushes gentle against Agnes’s, and she gives her plenty of time to pull away. Plenty of opportunity. She hopes, briefly, that her breath doesn’t smell of liquor, but given just how much Agnes drinks it, she thinks perhaps that wouldn’t be too horrible. The thought leaves her mind entirely as their lips just. barely. touch.

Agnes relaxes into the kiss, and that tells Wanda she hasn’t done anything wrong – Agnes relaxes into the kiss, not the slightest bit startled, meeting Wanda’s hesitancy with her own gentle response. Her lips are softer than she’d imagined, softer than Vis’s, and where he could run so cold, Agnes is warm as an apple pie just out of the oven.

When their lips part, Wanda leans her forehead against Agnes’s. She leaves her hands at the small of her waist where they just fit, but she wants to raise one, to run her fingers through her dark hair, to cup her face and brush her thumb along her cheekbone as she kisses her again—

The door creaks open, and Wanda pushes away from Agnes as though she’s been burned. Her eyes flick to the door; it’s just opening, but she knows Vision is on the other side, and she doesn’t want him to see—

Doesn’t want him to see what?

Wanda’s gaze returns to Agnes, who seems to have closed in on herself. “Agnes, I—”

Agnes glances up just enough to meet her eyes with her much brighter ones, and one corner of her lips lifts in a somber, sad smile. “Don’t you worry about a thing, hon. I’ll be quiet as a mouse.” She raises one finger to cover her lips.

She should wink. Wanda feels like she should wink.

She doesn’t wink.

#bandit fic #kisses through the decades with wanda and agatha #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness #wagatha #wandagatha #harximoff #wanda x agatha #agatha x reader #wandavision #mcu #i mean arguably there's also wanda/vision in this in the background #but primarily this is a wanda/agatha five times kissed fic #and apparently the kisses are individual chapters and not entire vibes #someday maybe we run on vibes #i miss vibe fics #alas

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