Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff needs a drink

"Stop that, you're distracting me."

You frown. "I'm just breathing."

"Do you have to be so loud?" Wanda retorts still with her eyes closed.

"Well, maybe, I will have pneumonia and I'm about to die and you will feel guilty for the rest of your life for fighting with me about it."

A ball of scarlet energy hits your back hard and by your meditation position and being caught off guard, you lose your balance completely and fall into the lake in front of you.

Some of the meditating masters around you look at you, but Wanda continues with her eyes closed, a small smile playing on her lips as she takes a deep breath.

"Peace and quiet, detka. Peace and quiet." She asks again, and you walk off annoyed from inside the lake, leaving her alone in the garden area to search for dry clothes.

You have been at the Kamar Taj for a few weeks now, and Wanda's training means training for you as well. The Ancient One welcomed you with open arms, and everything Wanda learned, you did too. But while you were growing stronger, Wanda was growing more confused.

There was something about her power that didn't fit there, and it was only until that day that you were left not knowing what she was.

"Miss L/N, do you have a minute?" You raised your eyes to the bald woman, shrugging.

"Sure." She led you to a private area, not caring that you were making a trail of soaking steps.

"There's something I need to discuss with you, about your friend."

You grimace. "Don't you want to call Wanda? She's meditating outside."

"I already talked to her about it." The Ancient declares surprising you a bit. "You may have noticed some change in her behavior."

You sigh. Wanda has been particularly difficult the last few days, but you thought maybe she was stressed from the training. And honestly, you were the best at tormenting her, so you didn't think anything had happened.

"Is it something bad?" You worry. The Ancient One forces a smile, stopping walking.

"Here at Kamar Taj, we look after the education of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, Miss L/N." She begins. "But our masters are not the only ones capable of performing magic."

You scrunch your nose slightly. "Yeah, like witches and all that stuff, right? Isn't it all the same thing?"

"I'm afraid not." She says seriously. "A Sorcerer is someone who borrows energy from another dimension to perform spells. Witches are born with this innate ability and draw from their own life force the power needed to manipulate magic. The practice of witchcraft is seen as unnatural, and is forbidden."

You chuckle half-heartedly. "Come on, that's kind of hypocritical, don't you think?" You casually return, leaving her in shock. "In the end, everyone is doing magic. What difference does it make where the energy comes from or whatever?"

"That's a rather frivolous opinion on the matter, but I'm going to dismiss your position for the simple fact that you've only been here a few days." She retorts surprising you with her seriousness. The woman sighs softly. "Wanda is a witch."

You chuckle shortly. "Okay. So what?"

The elderly woman does not smile. "A natural witch, Miss L/N. Not a sorceress, like us from the Kamar Taj."

You grimace, rubbing at the back of your neck. "I don't think I understand, is this a problem by any chance?"

The woman sighs impatiently. "Did you hear any of what I just said? Witchcraft is a forbidden practice in the Kamar Taj, there is nothing we can teach here-"