Summary: Wanda shows up unexpectedly at the Harkness holsehold while you're in your headspace.
Requested by Anon: "Little!Reader x Agatha but Wanda meets the little!reader? Maybe a little jealousy from Aggie?"
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This was not expected. And it was definitely not planned.
Wanda almost never left her house, too focused on her husband to worry about the rest of the city. The only exception had been Dottie's reunion, but Agatha hadn't expected her to go out again anytime soon, at least until the talent show.
But clearly she was wrong, and quite unprepared.
The witch was preparing lunch when the doorbell rang, and like the good girl you were, you yelled from the living room "I'll answer it!" and immediately ran to the door, not giving her time to stop you.
She didn't want Wanda to know you, much less in your little state, as Agatha was afraid that the great power the other witch possessed might affect you. Also, you weren't very discerning when you were little and could let your real identities slip by accident.
But what was done was done, and in that moment there you were, opening the door for Wanda. At least Agatha had been careful enough to change your clothes to the 60s style that morning; you wore a collared and swirly dress, colorless, since everything in town was in black and white. It was clear that your style was childish, and Wanda quickly realized that.
"Hey there, what's your name, honey?" She asked in a soft tone, her head tilting to the side with a sweet smile.
"It's Y/N," you replied quietly, a little shy with the stranger's presence, "what's yours?"
Damn it, Y/N! Agatha thought as she heard the conversation from the kitchen, her blood turning to ice. You two had talked about your false names, but she already imagined that this conversation would not have reached the little you.
"My name is Wanda, I'm your neighbor to the right, your right," she pointed to the house next door.
It was time to intervene, so Agatha wiped her hands on her apron quickly, practically running into the living room.
"Hey, Wanda!" She smiled falsely, putting her arm around your waist and stepping to the side to let the witch enter, "I see you've already met my little one."
"Yes, she's adorable," Wanda nodded with a kind expression, walking through the door as you buried your face in Agatha's neck, feeling that she was tense, "but I don't remember you telling me about her."
"Oh, must've slipped out my mind to tell you, you know how it is, being a housewife can be tiring sometimes..." she lied naturally, getting a nod of understanding from the redhead, "but anyway, you need to something, dear?"
"Well I came because I want to ask for your help with one of Dottie's requests, her list is very confusing."
"Of course I can, but would you mind if I went into the kitchen for a few minutes? I have to take the pots off the stove and finish lunch."
"If you want I can help you with that," Wanda offered, but that was the last thing Agatha wanted. She needed to get you to another room and fast.
"No need to, sugar, I'll finish it faster than you can say lunch," Agatha giggled, "come with me, Y/N."
You were about to go, but the redhead stopped you both, "you can leave Y/N with me, I'll take care of her for you, I'm sure this cutie and I will get along well."
Agatha forced a smile again, knowing it would be suspicious to deny that request. She then sighed and pulled away from you, stroking your hair, "be nice to Wanda, alright?"
"Okay, mommy," you agreed, running to the living room rug and sitting there near where Wanda was on the couch.
Agatha glanced once more at the two of you before heading to the kitchen, the quicker she finished lunch, the quicker she would solve Wanda's problem and the witch would be gone. She wished she could use her magic to speed up the process but the brunette didn't want to risk being caught.
Still she remained calm, knowing that she would be able to see part of the living room and hear everything that happened from the kitchen.
Meanwhile, you took your stuffed bunny and hugged it, feeling a little embarrassed to be alone with Wanda, even more so when she, too, sat on the rug, looking at you.
"What's your little friend's name?" She pointed to her bunny.
"It's Scratchy Junior," you smiled, petting his fluffy head.
"Ah," she pursed her lips in approval and nodded her head, "just like Señor Scratchy?"
"Yeah, because he's a bunny too and looks like him..." you rambled in a baby-ish way.
"And what does Scratchy Junior like to do, honey?"
Honey? Agatha scoffed mentally, taking the pots off the stove. The pots were boiling, but no more than her blood while she heard Wanda interacting with you.
"He likes to jump around, like this, look," you held him in one hand and mimicked the bouncing of a rabbit all around you until you placed him in Wanda's lap, "and he likes you."
"Awww," Wanda cooed, stroking the stuffed animal with one hand and your hair with the other, "I like him too."
That. Was. It.
"Lunch is ready!" Agatha yelled from the kitchen, her tone a little louder than necessary.
Then Wanda got up, still holding the bunny and offering you her hand, which you held to get up and didn't let go until you reached the kitchen. You clearly liked Wanda, she looked nice.
But seeing you hand in hand with the witch infuriated Agatha, even though she couldn't show it. Instead, she served the plates as if nothing had happened, frowning a little as you sat down in the chair next to Wanda, "come sit at mommy's lap, baby."
And you didn't even question the sudden request, just happy to have lunch on your mommy's lap, and if Wanda noticed that Agnes was jealous, she didn't say anything about it. You barely paid attention to the boring subject about Dottie, enjoying Agatha's affections and Wanda's attention.
She had put your bunny on the table, pretending to feed him every now and then, making you laugh and bounce all over. Agatha had to hold on to keep her eyes from rolling in annoyance to seeing you getting along so well with Wanda.
When you all finished lunch, Wanda felt satisfied enough with Agnes help and finally decided to leave, but not before hugging you tight, promising that she would soon see you and Scratchy Junior again.
This time Agatha almost threw her entire plan out the window, wanting to blow up that little witch - little bitch - for her insolence.
As soon as the door closed behind Wanda, Agatha was already pulling you into her arms, "why did you say you like her baby?"
That made you shrug, "because I liked her."
"Do you like her more than me?" Agatha practically pouted.
You shook your head.
"Silly mommy, I like her but I only love you," you replied as it was obvious, because, well, it was obvious to you. Agatha, however, seemed delighted at your answer, pressing you even closer to her with a big smile.
She would never get tired of hearing those words come out of your lips.
When the news arrived the next day, Agatha wasn't truly surprised to learn that Wanda was pregnant, expecting a baby of her own, coincidentally after meeting you. Even though it smelt of chaos magic, the witch felt a little relieved, knowing that Wanda would no longer be focused on you.
