agatha harkness one-shots

✧ hate-love team ✧

summary: Agatha and you are working together to defeat Wanda and despite the differences, you're still a team.

word counter: 1438 words

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"Did you see her face? She was freaking out!"

"I did! Poor Wanda, she almost collapsed right there."

You laugh wickedly and take a sit on the sofa while taking another sip of your whiskey. Your eyes connect with Agatha's and you both smile with a fun complicity.

Finding out what the heck is this false reality thing that an Avenger created, and how she did it, is more fun when you have someone to help you. Agatha and you have always been good friends, since the Salem days, so working together has always paid off.

Of course, there are days when both seem to hate each other, but today is the exception. Your plans are working perfectly, and every breakthrough where you don't screw it up is celebrated.

"Our next step is S.W.O.R.D undercover agent, Geraldine."

"Monica Rambeau, you mean." You nod. "Yes, she's definitely next. I can't wait to see Wanda's face when she sees the agency badge pendant again."

"Or when Monica mentions her dead brother or Ultron," Agatha watches the way emotion lights up your face just thinking about it.

"Damn, woman, when you're this evil you turn me on a bit."

With your last sip of whiskey, you place the empty glass on the coffee table and automatically climb onto the other witch's lap. You lick your lips, causing Agatha to quickly savor them with hers. Both start making out with an insatiable need.

You speak between desperate kisses, with Agatha's hands slowly climbing up your thighs.

"I can't wait to have all of her powerful magic in my possession."

"Yeah, sure." Agatha says in an ironic tone. Her hands getting lost under your dress as she kisses the corner of your lips. "That will be me, honey."

You giggle. "You're kidding, right?"

"What makes you think that? The loony avenger's magic is mine, that's the plan."

"Hell no," you take her hands, pulling them away from the area they were about to explore. She groans in frustration. "We never came up with that plan."

"And neither did one where you want to be the hero." You raise one of your eyebrows questioningly.

"You think I'm not capable of that much, right?"

Agatha rolls her eyes. "I never said that. But, honey," her hands go around your waist and her lips travel up to your neck, "we both know who is better."

You abruptly remove her arms and get off her body.

"You think you're better just because you defeated half the coven and control the dark magic." You comment a bit angrily as you adjust your dress.

"Exactly," she adds with a triumphant smirk.

"... But you seem to forget who of the two knows the most about chaos magic."

Any trace of amusement or superiority leaves her face. You know you've touched a sensitive point and you don't care. You're just making her taste a little of her own medicine.