the Wanda Maximoff x Reader Collection

You were shamelessly, painfully in love with Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda.

Your best friend.

'Friend' almost sounded like a curse word now, a hurtful word.

It only caused you pain.

"Y/N?"

You glanced up, pencil in your hand and sketchbook in your lap.

"Wanda?"

She waved to you, shyly.

"You should be downstairs," you said, scrunching your nose as you concentrated on the sketch. "Isn't everyone else training?"

"Well, yes, but I-"

"You know," you cautioned, "If you don't practice, you'll never get in control of your powers-"

"Trust me, Y/N," she burst out, "I know. I don't want to hurt anyone, and I'm justso-"

"Petrified," you finished, and she nodded.

"Yes. Petrified."

You knew the feeling.

You felt it every time Wanda's eyes met yours.

"Well," you said, pushing the sketchbook away, "You know... we could train. Together."

"No," said Wanda, backing away, her hands behind her back. "No, I don't want to hurt you-"

"You could never hurt me," you reassured. "Come on. Just... try."

Wanda cleared her throat, lobbing a ball of energy at you, gently.

With ease, you caught it, throwing it back to her.

"Come on, Wanda. We're training - not playing catch."

She sighed.

"But this is fun," she teased, wearing you down. "We could just... do this, for awhile."

You sighed, catching the ball again.

"Okay," you agreed. "But training tomorrow. I'd be a really bad friend if I didn't make you try."

"Good. I don't want to be your friend."

Your breath caught in your throat, and Wanda's ball of energy plummeted to the ground, fading into nothing.

"I'm sorry," said Wanda, quietly. "I'm sorry, that was - out of line..."

"No," you exclaimed, a little louder than you should've. "No, I... I love you, Wanda Maximoff. I'm in love with you. Always have been..."

You sighed, softly, and she caressed your cheek.

"...Always will be."