Taught by a Witch | Wanda Maximoff x Female reader

Inside her Head

A steady breeze lightly blew against the small house as the night faded away, the morning sunlight slipping through the cracks of the open window. The two girls had stayed up half the night, the warmth of the fire keeping them company as they talked for hours. It wasn't that they talked about anything specific, simply enjoying the comfort they had found within the cozy house. Within each other.

With little movement, Wanda stirred awake as the ray of sunlight settled over her face. However, she didn't immediately move to get up, remembering where she had fallen asleep last night. She carefully stretched awake, making sure not to wake the sleeping girl on the couch.

Wanda had fallen asleep where she had stayed on the floor, her back resting against the couch with her legs tucked just underneath the coffee table. Deeper into the night, Wanda's head naturally moved to rest on the couch, just next to where Y/n had fallen asleep above her. Y/n on the other hand, stayed sprawled across the sofa, her arm hanging off the side, just short of where Wanda's head laid on the soft cushion.

Wanda slowly pushed onto her side, turning over so that she was facing Y/n. Wanda watched the stripes of morning sun light up her sleeping face, her eyes gently closed and her lips just slightly parted. As she watched every moment Y/n's body would rise and fall with her steady breath, a feeling of comfort filled her chest.

She could've stayed there all day, simply sat, and stayed in the comfort she'd found as she watched the dreaming agent. She didn't know why she felt the way she did, the way her heart heated up as her eyes glazed over the strands of hair that fell over Y/n's face, or the way an almost inaudible snore escaped her lips every other time she inhaled. The confusion of it all only made her want to push it away. To lock it out and throw away the key. And to a certain point, she did - but that didn't get rid of all of it. Without knowing it, Wanda kept a small part of her feelings close to her, silently lingering in the back of her mind as she lifted herself off the floor.

She spotted the blanket she had given Y/n that very first night on the porch, picking it off the arm of the chair it rested on and lightly laying it over the snoring girl. Y/n tossed lightly, bringing her arm to hug the corner of the blanket, to which Wanda smiled to herself for a moment.

Y/n remained fast asleep, and it still happened to be fairly early based on the amount of light shining into the house. With the time, Wanda slipped out of the house and tucked her legs beneath her on one of the porch chairs. She looked out at the clear range of grass and trees that stretched far in the distance, trying to get a better understanding of where she could be and why an unexplainable sense of recognition came with it. But as she watched the water calmly rush through the stream, her mind carried her back to the conversation she had with Y/n the prior evening.

She found herself where she always seemed to end up, no matter how many times she tried to outrun it. Westview. It wasn't like she could ignore what had happened; it was always just there. All her mistakes, all the hurt, all the pain. She thought back to Agatha and the magic she wielded. How she understood her own abilities; the dark connection she had to her power. Wanda almost envied her for it. She had control of her power, control of herself. And Wanda... Wanda didn't understand herself at all.

"Power isn't your problem, Wanda. It's knowledge."

Regardless of how angry she was, Wanda knew Agatha was right. She knew nothing about her magic, not really. Knew nothing about the power inside her and why she had to be the one in possession of it.

"Oh, your magic's no good here. Didn't you notice? Basic protection spell, one in each wall? No? Nothing? These are Runes, Wanda."

An image of poisoned violet flashed in her memory, taking her back to the basement just next door to her own home. Where even in the world she had created, she was held prisoner by the dark witch that had betrayed her.