Agatha Harkness : one shots

Dinner

You prepared the perfect meal. Anything for your wife, you knew she'd be home soon, and probably in a sour mood.
Ever since you'd arrived in this altered reality she'd been acting off.

You knew it was due to Wanda, your neighbour and Agathas new obsession.
All she wanted lately was to steal her power.

You couldn't help but feel neglected, under appreciated even. After all, you had followed Agatha to Westview and supported all her schemes. You'd do anything for her, but would she do the same for you?

The door slammed shut snapping you back to your senses. You braced yourself for the inferno of rage threatening to befall the house.
Leaving the kitchen you found Agatha grumbling. Pacing back and forth in the living room as her magic flared up.

"Darling what's the matter?" You asked, cringing at how conservative your sounded.
"You know what's the matter!" Agnes snapped, her words causing you to flinch.

"Please just calm down." You pleaded, "I prepared dinner."
"I don't want dinner Y/N I want to know how Wanda did all this."
You sighed.
"I know you do...I know, but can't you just take the night off. For me?"
Agatha softened and traced her fingers along your for arm.
"Your right I'm sorry." She said, words melting you.
"I've just been under a lot of pressure."
You stroked her cheek and tucked a strange of hair behind her ear.
"I know, I know." You said in a soothing voice.

Agnes pulled you into an embrace, hands rapping around your eyes waist.
"Thank you for putting up with me." She said.
"Of course..."
She pulled away slightly to kiss your forehead, causing butterflies to stir in your stomach.

"You look very stunning in that dress you know," Agatha smirked, "I could get used to this."
You blush profusely and avoid eye contact.
"You know I hate everything being in black and white, and don't even get me started on the shoes."
You chuckled unaware of how it made Agnes smirk. Grabbing you by the waist she pulled you to the couch.

A smile played at her lips as you bit your lip.
"Oh dear," she said, "what am I going to do with you."
Heat rising in your cheeks your pressed a kiss to her lips.
"I can't think of a few things."
"Oh yeah?" She ran a finger over your bottom lip.

"Dinner first." You said pulling away, "we wouldn't want the food to get cold."
Agnes smiled playing with a strand of your hair.
"I know you hate being so domestic darling but I think you secretly love it for me." She said.

Getting up you flashed her a mischievous look.
"I'll admit I less than detest it." You said.
Agnes followed you to the kitchen where the food was eaten hastily.
"Are you still hungry." You asked hiding a smile.
Agnes just replied with a kiss and I suppose you can imagine what happened after that....

Guys I'm so sorry for how cringy this is, I can't write. Also there's probably spelling mistakes.