Title: sauce.
Fandom: MCU—WandaVision.
Characters: Wanda and Agatha.
Prompt: 167 Step.
Rating: PG.
Length: 360.
Content warnings: Talk of murder.
Author’s notes: Set post-show. Also written for the word prompt "choke".
Summary: Agatha reveals the key ingredient to murdering your partner.


"Question for you, honey," Agatha says, smacking her lips and curling her long nails into the palm of her hand. She holds her jaw in a way that doesn’t bode well for Wanda.

Cocking her brow, Wanda tries to appear unflappable for her part. Her kitchen smells like heaven—the sun shines brightly through the windows, the warm spring air convinces her she could take flight any moment and flutter away. She holds the wooden spoon between her fingertips and looks back down at the pot to stir the sauce. It looks thick and red, and if she was to truly stand over it, the aroma would have her salivating in the desperate need to taste it on her tongue.

Agatha licks her lips again, tasting what she can of the remnants of the sauce on her tongue. From the corner of her eye, Wanda notes how Agatha smiles sweetly at her. Too sweetly. "Are you trying to kill him?"

With a press of her lips, Wanda regards her with a look that’s clearly unimpressed. It’s enough to have Agatha smiling, dimples appearing in her cheeks. "It’s not that bad," she insists. At Agatha’s arched brow, Wanda peers down at her pot with worry. "It’s not." Her brows furrow tightly as she peers at Agatha in a panic. "Is it?"

Agatha’s hand is gentle between her shoulder blades. "Every witch tries to kill her man at least once every ten years," she says, rubbing her hand comfortingly against her back. She pats her and sighs in a way that provokes Wanda’s eyes to widen in terror. "It’s just your turn. Nothing to feel bad about."

Wanda’s stirring slows as the sauce bubbles and boils like a potion. Agatha’s hand falls away from her back as she peers over the pot of sauce, smelling it as if it’s the most beautiful scent she’s ever smelled before. She’s quick to reach for a small red bowl filled with a spice Wanda favours too much.

"Now, if you want to do the trick," Agatha almost singsongs, pinching her fingers inside of the paprika dish and sprinkling it over the sauce, "add more paprika."