Agatha's Little (Little!Reader x Agatha Harkness One Shots)

Of Braids and Boo Boos - Agatha Harkness

Summary: Mommy Agatha gets you ready for a day at the playground.

Requested by Anon: "Would you be able to write something with #10 & #15 from the fluffy prompts you reblogged?"

10. "Stop moving and let me braid your hair."

15. "I'm right here."

"Calm down, bunny," Agatha asked for what felt like the hundredth time as you practically bounced up and down, making the witch's mission of getting you ready nearly impossible.

After Wanda had her twins, a playground appeared in the park and, suspiciously, it was almost always empty, except for when Wanda's own children were there.

But they weren't the only ones interested in playing there. Agatha had mentioned the change in the park to you while you were still big, but little you apparently hadn't forgotten about that. And then, when you woke up the other day, you were already a ball of energy, begging her to go and play.

And since Agatha couldn't say no to your pleading little eyes, there she was, getting you both ready to go to the park. Or at least trying to.

"Stop moving and let me braid your hair," she grumbled, splitting your hair with a comb.

"Why do you have to braid it? I can go with it loose!" You argued impatiently.

"Because we don't want it to get stuck or tangled up somewhere so you get hurt, do we?"

"No, mommy."

"Well then let mommy braid your hair and we can go."

You sighed, knowing there was no other option. Agatha tried to be as quick as possible, knowing that soon you would be unconsciously jumping up and down again.

"There, thank you for being so patient, now let me look at you," she asked.

You took a step and spinned in front of her, making your sundress and braid twirl as well.

"Aw, you look so beautiful, love," Agatha cooed softly, kissing your cheek.

You giggled, "thank you mommy, you look pretty too."

Agatha looked at her '80s exercise clothes and laughed, it was obvious that only you would think that, "thank you baby."

And then hand in hand you left the house. The day was beautiful, the sun shining in the sky but the weather wasn't too hot, the perfect time to get out and about. You had a skip on your step, swinging your arms back and forth.

Despite everything, Agatha was happy that WestView's environment didn't disturb you, quite the contrary, little you seemed to love the place more and more. Silently she promised that when she had Wanda's power, she would create such a place just for you. Of course, in a much better way, she wasn't an amateur like the other witch.

Soon you arrived at the playground and in less than a second you were already running for the swings, despite Agatha's screams not to run.

You sat down on one of the swings and started swinging, laughing as the brunette approached you.

"Want me to push you?"

"Higher, mommy, higher!" You nodded happily.

"Not too high," she said before stepping up behind you, pushing you every time the swing came back.

Your braid and dress swayed in the wind, the sun hit your face pleasantly, and you could only smile. But soon you noticed the other equipments on the playground and had a brilliant idea.

Of course, you could ask mommy to stop the swing so you could come down. But there was a much faster and cooler way, which made complete sense in your little mind.

So when Agatha pushed you once again, you let go of the ropes and lunged forward, planning to fall on your feet and run to the slide.

But you only realized your mistake when you heard mommy scream your name in surprise as your knees and hands hit the stone floor, your eyes filling with tears with sudden pain.

In a second Agatha was by your side, sitting you on the ground so she could look at your wounds. You couldn't stop sobbing, your vision completely blurred with tears.

"M-mommy," you cried, reaching out for a hug.

"I'm right here," she kissed your head, stroking your back in a soothing motion as she hugged you, "mommy's here."

"B-boo boo h-hurts."

"I know, angel, I know," she comforted you, cringing at the sight of the blood running down your legs.

Agatha glanced around the park, there were a few people in the streets but they all seemed to mind their own business, not even bothering to look at the crying little on the floor. And most importantly, none of them were Maximoff.

Sighing, Agatha held you against her, letting you snuggle into her chest. Quickly her eyes glowed purple and the wounds disappeared, along with the pain. Still, you continued to cry softly, the fall not yet fully processed in your mind.

"Come on baby, I healed your boo boos, do you want me to kiss them?"

You nodded and tried to dry your tears, but Agatha's hands stopped you.

"No, no, baby, they're dirty and it's gonna hurt your pretty eyes," she lowered your hands and then gently wiped your tears, before placing two pecks on your knees.

You gave a shy smile, "thank you, mommy, doesn't hurt no more."

"Such a polite girl, you're welcome, baby," she gave you an innocent peck on the lips, making you giggle, "there it is, the sound I like to hear."

Agatha took your hand and helped you to your feet, stopping you so you wouldn't run off to the slide right away.

"Please promise me you won't jump from anywhere again without asking me first, you could have been hurt a lot more and that scared me."

You bit your lip, feeling embarrassed for acting so recklessly and worrying mommy, "I promise."

"Good girl," she squeezed your hand once more before letting go, "go play."

Before you left, you smiled at her, "but at least I didn't tangle my hair up anywhere, right?"

Agatha laughed, "exactly, and you better not forget why."

And soon the tears were forgotten, replaced by many more laughs. Agatha waved at you before you went down the slide with a squeal, and in the distance she could already hear the music from an ice cream truck.

She sighed, the day would be long. But your smiles made up for it everytime.