agatha harkness one-shots

✧ naughty drunkie witch ✧

summary: Agatha is drunk and... well, good luck with that.

word counter: 2336 words

a/n: i hope everyone is doing more than good. thanks for reading ♥

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Something is wrong.

The magic show ended a couple of hours ago and Agatha still hasn't returned to your fake house. That's not your biggest concern, because she loves to cause trouble among the neighbors with her invented gossip. What catches your attention are the strange events that began half an hour ago.

The artifacts began to change. The house was transformed into a modern one in a few seconds, and then passed to different times, the fifties and eighties especially. You had to return everything to "normal", which you only did with a flick of you hand.

Wanda no longer  ontrols her own created reality, as two people take care of that now: you and Agatha. And because you didn't, the equation is easy to solve.

On your way to downtown, you check that there are no new unexpected changes. Luckily, there aren't, although that doesn't leave you any less relieved. You can't stop wondering if everything is alright with your beautiful witch wife. Perhaps Wanda's magic managed to affect her in some way. You really hope that's not the case.

But you're far from your assumptions.

You raise one of you eyebrows when you find Agatha talking really close to Dottie, who's allowing her to play with her hair. Now, that's super weird. That eccentric woman wouldn't allow anyone to touch her, much less her precious hair. But her eyes aren't purple, so you're assuming it's actually real.

"You should divorce him, d-darling. Women are sooo much hotter and better lovers."

"Agnes, I think- Oh, thank goodness." Dottie cuts herself off, a bit relieved, when you step in. "Your wife got all drunk and I don't know what to do anymore!"

"I do." Agatha adds with a sassy smile. "We could take off our clothes-"

"Agnes!" You quickly cut her off, helping her lift her butt off the chair. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Dottie."

"Don't worry, dear. A little flirting doesn't hurt anyone."

You glance at the woman pretty much surprised. She's married, both in reality and in here, but what if she's bi? You don't even know why knowing the answer piques your curiosity. But it does.

"W-would y-you like a trio?"

A pleasant chill run through your body due to your wife's words caressing your ear. You meet her gaze and the impressive scent of whiskey makes you dizzy for a sec. She gives you a quick kiss on the lips, smiling mischievously.

"We can d-do it on that s-s-stage over there."

"Shush, you're drunk."

"But s-still consciousss."

She tries to kiss you again but you cheek receives her kiss this time. You look at Dottie to say goodbye, because you're a person of manners. She's already on her back, talking to the rest of the show planning committee.
But it's as if the woman already knew your intention, because she practically turns her head to smile kindly and wave her hand at you.

But what really puzzles you is the fact that she winks at you - in a flirty way. That's weird. But hot. Damn, Dottie.

"Did you see-"

You shut myself up when you realize that Agatha is no longer standing next to you. You're not surprised, to be honest. She's sneaky as hell. You quickly scan the surroundings but have no luck.