Multifandom Imagines And One-Shots

Wanda Maximoff: The Lion's Den

Word Count: 2508

Ms. Maximoff was one of the professors that students feared. She held an air of professionalism inside and outside of the classroom. Her students knew that she was strict. Most of the students didn't try to push back against her methods.

There was only one student that gave Ms. Maximoff a hard time; Y/n L/n.

In Y/n's defense, she couldn't help herself. Ms. Maximoff was quite literally the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Hidden behind that sharp tone and stern eyes, was the woman of her dreams. Y/n wanted the teacher's attention and had no trouble acting out to get it.

She openly flirted with the professor. Ms. Maximoff shot her down each and every time. Sometimes she'd find herself kicked out of class or sentenced to detention with another professor.

Y/n never minded much. She loved it when Ms. Maximoff got really mad at her. When she'd yell at Y/n sometimes her accent slipped out, and it drove Y/n wild.

" Looks like I'm the first one here, professor. How about we lock the door, and you could give me a private lesson?"

Ms. Maximoff slammed the papers she was looking at on her desk," Ms. L/n, do I have to kick you out of my class before it even starts."

Y/n sat back in her seat," Of course not, Ms. Maximoff, I can be a good girl for you."

The professor glared at the girl through the rims of her glasses, " You are this close to having a week's worth of detention after class."

Y/n didn't care about detention. She would've pressed on, but students started to pile into the lecture hall. So she sat quietly and waited for the class to begin.

When Ms. Maximoff spoke Y/n's disruptions were minimal. The student was too preoccupied studying the professor before her.

Her plush pink lips, the curves on her hips, the piercing green eyes, the way her top wasn't buttoned all the way up showing a small amount of cleavage.

" Ms. L/n would you like to share your poem with the class?"

" It's not done yet," Y/n subconsciously licked her bottom lip.

" Well come up to the front of the class and read what you have," she didn't leave any room for discussion.

Y/n strutted up to the front of the classroom confidently. The paper in her hand was blank, but no one could see that except her. So she just spoke about what she was feeling.

"Trapped in the lion's den
I'm the only one unafraid
I seek the lion
I want it to bear it's teeth at me
I want it to tear me apart
It wants to kill me, I'm aware
Maybe, when our paths cross
We will embrace"

The class is in stunned silence. They never expected Y/n to actually have her work done, let alone that it was good. Ms. Maximoff was also shocked, moreso because she had moved to get a view of the girl's blank paper.

The thought that was, off the top of her head, impressed Ms. Maximoff.

Y/n cleared her throat amongst the silence," That's um all I have."

The class clapped for the young woman. Ms. Maximoff told her to take a seat. Y/n spent the rest of the class silently watching the lion from her poem. She knew Ms. Maximoff could piece it together, she was an English teacher after all.

The rest of the class period carried on normally. When Ms. Maximoff dismissed class, Y/n packed up her things like the other students.

" Ms. L/n, I need to speak with you for a moment, so sit tight."