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Wanda Maximoff x Fem OC

Title: Three Simple Knocks

Summary:

Wanda unexpectedly gets a new roommate and doesn’t know that the stranger isn’t who she claims to be. Secretly, the woman is there to give Wanda Maximoff the happy ending she deserves.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female OC

Status: Ongoing

Words: 28k+

Tags: strangers to lovers, roommates, slowburn, soulmates

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Chapter 2: A Game

"You can sleep here."

They were currently standing in the middle of Wanda's guest bedroom. It had never actually been used but Wanda still made sure to at least clean it once a month.

The bed sheets were freshly made, soft but plain. A simple gray, no actual personality. Just like the rest of the room.

There were two nightstands on each side of the bed with a nightstand lamp and on the opposite wall was a rather small TV. Wanda wasn't really sure why she even bought one, when she never used it anyway but it seemed like something a normal guest room would have. She liked normalcy.

There was a small desk next to the windows and the only other thing in the room was an empty closet. Maybe she should have decorated it more. Then again, she never actually expected someone else to stay here.

"Neat," Lucy placed her luggage next to the bed and walked over to the windows. "Did you do all that?" her finger was pointing out the window, as she glanced over at Wanda.

She didn't know what Lucy meant at first, until she spotted her garden. She nodded and took in the sight momentarily. Flowers, vegetables and fruits covered most of the green ground. Gardening had been one of her main activities ever since she came back; it was helpful when you just wanted to clear your head.

And Lucy had the perfect view from her new room.

"Some ground rules before I let you unpack." The brunette faced Wanda. "I'm all ears."

"That's rule number one; don't be all ears. I don't need you to be snooping around while you're staying here." If there had been a camera filming them right then and there, Lucy surely would've looked directly into it after hearing that.

"Rule number two." She paused, her forehead scrunching up in thought, "Actually that's it. Mind your own business and leave when you can."

Lucy held back a smile, when she realized that Wanda already ran out of ideas before she even had the opportunity to gather any momentum.

Tough front, huh.

"Yes, ma'am." She had never been good at holding back smiles.

Wanda rolled her eyes and headed towards the door.

"If you need to freshen up, feel free to use the towels and toiletries in the bathroom."

And then she left.

"Oh my God," Lucy whispered and threw herself on the bed. She couldn't remember the last time, she'd been so nervous. Of course she was aware of whom this house belonged to, but seeing her in person was a whole different thing on its own.

She let her stay though, so that gave her hope for what was to come.

Using the time, she unpacks and takes a quick hot shower. Although she had her own shampoo and other essentials, she used the stuff that was already in the bathroom, which was connected to her bedroom — very convenient, if she may add.

And she liked the way apples looked, so why not smell like them too.

When she finally left her room again, her brown hair still damp, she tentatively walked to the living room, where she found Wanda nose-deep in a book.

At first glance, it was hard to tell what she was reading, but as her fingers glided over the paper, swiftly turning the page as soon as Wanda read the last word, Lucy caught a glimpse of the cover.

Lucy knew that book and she also knew why Wanda was reading it. The realization dawned on her, filling the middle of her chest. She'd file that piece of information away for later. All it did now was flood Lucy with more determination of what's to come.

Hearing the soft steps, Wanda looked up from her book. It could totally be her imagination, but Lucy could've sworn the woman's lips were twitching.

What was so funny?

"What are you wearing?" she asked.

The brunette looked down at her clothes; a white shirt with Bibbles face planted on it and a pair of dark blue sweatpants covering her. Not like she would admit it to Wanda, but she just bought them.

"Pajamas?" Maybe she should be offended.

"It's not even 6 pm," the Sokovian countered.

"Can't a girl be comfortable in her own home," Lucy leisurely walked over to the white couch Wanda was occupying and sat down on the opposite end, "besides, there's no way I'm leaving the house today."

"Not your own home but sure," Wanda grumbled.

Silence settled between them again and Wanda genuinely tried focusing on the book in her hands, but it was difficult with the eyes of the woman burning a hole in the side of her face.

Sharing a space with someone felt weird, even weirder when you didn't actually know them, and the weirdest when they were basically openly stalking you.

Lucy didn't even try and hide it. Observing humans was her favorite way to pass some time. Body language, twitches in their faces and breathing patterns; they all told a story. Lucy had no clue what story, she never claimed she was any good at reading, yet that didn't stop her. If anything, it motivated her to continue.

Annoyed, Wanda closed the book with a flick of her wrist — a red mist surrounded said book and transported it right back to the coffee table.

Who knows when it will be able to fulfill its purpose and be read again.

Her new stalker watched, possibly in amazement, the way the magic formed at her fingertips and filled the atmosphere with its power. She'd always wondered, whether or not the mist made a sound. Now she knew it didn't. It was silent, not noticeable at all, if you didn't see it. Just like the wretchedness that had been simmering inside Wanda ever since she opened a certain door one fateful day. But Lucy had every intention to see.

"Can't you find something to do?"

The question shook Lucy out of her thoughts, "Oh yeah, sorry."

However, instead of marching away, Wanda had to stare in concern, as she noticed Lucy shuffling closer to her.

"What are you doing?" she asked incredulously.

"Finding something to do," Lucy deadpanned.

Now don't blame Wanda for where her first thought wandered. She didn't like it any more than you and she feigned no restraint in showing that displeasure for a split second.

To be fair, that phrase alone wouldn't have caused such a reaction, however Lucy basically getting in her face and invading her sacred space, hit the nail in the coffin.

At the plain look of disgust, Lucy's eyes widened.

"Not like that, perv," her hand rose to shove Wanda playfully by the shoulder. The witch just let it sway her, embracing the opportunity to get some distance between the two of them with open arms. Before she got to clarify who the actual pervert in this house was, Lucy continued. The nuisance probably saw it coming anyway.

"Let's play a game."

"No."

"C'mon, it'll be fun."

"No."

"You don't even know what game."

"And I don't need to. Crazy how the world works."

"Please," she stressed.

"No."

"You know, I can do this all day." Low blow, no point in denying that.

Wanda's answer was a groan in annoyance. Lucy took that as a great sign.

"How about 21 questions?"

When Wanda still hadn't said anything in return, she took that as her cue to explain, "I basically ask a question and yo-"

"I know how to play," Wanda interrupted.

In hindsight, the game would've been a good opportunity to find out more about her guest, which was the main reason she even indulged in her antics.

Especially because liars tended to slip up when they got too comfortable for their own good.

She faces Lucy properly, "I'll start. How do you know Clint?"

"Through a mutual friend. I've told you that already," she replied, crossing her legs to get more comfortable on the couch.

"Which friend?"

Lucy just shook her head, "Nope, it's my turn now."

Worth a shot, Wanda thought.

The brunette's eyes looked up for a second, trying to think of a question. She intended to start easy and slow.

"Why do you live so far off the city?" That should be simple enough.

"I like the quiet." Truth be told, Wanda expected worse.

Had Lucy even muttered 'Westview', she'd have shut the whole thing down.

"Why are you here?"

That was a really good question. Lucy just couldn't give Wanda the answer, she would've wanted.

"I needed a place to stay."

Irritation grew in Wanda.

"Are you reading that book for the first time?" to clarify, Lucy nodded over to where it was currently resting, the red mist of Wanda's magic long gone.

The witch tilted her head in confusion. She had no idea what Lucy was getting at but answered nonetheless.

"No." She wouldn't get into detail, how often she'd reached the last page of the novel and how often she'd flipped back to the first page again, in hopes of getting different answers.

“Where are you from?" she asked.

There was a moment of silence, in which Lucy had to take a second and consider her answer. It was only a slight pause, barely detectable but Wanda noticed and in the back of her mind, it unnerved her. Why would someone have to think about where they're from, if they aren't lying.

"I'd say further north from here."

Lucy saw the game for what it was — an interrogation.

Regardless Wanda being aware of that too by now, Lucy's avoidance was enough to piss her off.

"Stop doing that," she demanded.

"Stop doing what?"

Playing the ignorant gal wasn't always the best route, but it had to suffice.

"Giving me these vague answers that literally tell me nothing about you."

Oops, she caught on, Lucy thought.

"It's not like yours were any better," she countered and despite the threatening twitch in Wanda's eyebrow, Lucy had a point. Playing a game of honesty, where both parties had no intention of sharing, was never goint to end well.

"It's only fair that I know who I'm allowing to sleep in my house."

"It's only fair that I know whose house I'm staying at."

God, Wanda really didn't think she had anger issues.

Sure, there was the whole thing of manipulating a whole town and all, but that wasn't done out of anger.

Still, her unwanted guest seemed to get a rise out of her, "No one asked you to stay here."

Now that's when Lucy realized, it potentially wasn't the sharpest idea to test her luck on her first night. There was no certainty that Wanda wouldn't just as easily kick her out as she took her in.

After it was obvious that Wanda pretty much won the argument, which she secretly took great pleasure in, she cleared her throat, "I think the game is over."

Nothing more than a nod was given in return, until Lucy stood up from the couch. Wanda looked questioningly at her, when Lucy didn't seem to do anything else.

"I'm kinda hungry, can I check out the kitchen?", she asked.

Wanda didn't even consider that she could have any other needs; a mistake on her part. And she felt quite guilty for being such a bad hostess, albeit that was something she could quickly work on.

"Right, sorry." Now it was Wanda's turn to stand up.

Together, they made their way to the kitchen and Lucy was almost in awe.

Not because it looked grand and luxurious. No, that wasn't the case. Instead, it was because it seemed like the complete opposite of the rest of the house — save the garden.

While the other rooms she had been in; her bedroom, its adjoined bathroom and the living room, were cozy in its own kind, they didn't appear to be very lived in.

The ambiance was still cold. On pictures, it would've been decent, perfect for marketing and selling. Whereas for a place that had supposedly been lived in for the last couple of months, it seemed...empty.

The kitchen however, was warm and soft, perhaps even the heart of the house, at least for now.

Six hanging pendant lights in some kind of rustic style were the first things she noticed. They were scattered all over the room but the ones hanging near the large vertical windows by the sink were really bringing the room all together. Echoing the last light of the sun, right before twilight fell, Lucy wondered what it would look like when the lamps could rest and natural sunlight took over.

She'd have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

The rest of the kitchen was filled with wooden countertops and cream colored cabinets that were hanging on the walls. She spotted multiple plants near the window and on the small table in the middle of the room, adding to the whole vintage cottage charm.

Having breakfast in here must be a whole experience.

For now, she had to settle on dinner or some snacks.

"I got some leftovers from today, if you want," Wanda offered.

"Please."

Taking that as her cue, Wanda — the amazing hostess that she is, of course — prepares the dish for her and motions for Lucy to start eating.

"You won't have any?"

"No, I've already eaten," she replied and watched for a bit as Lucy seemed way too excited for a simple meal heated up by a microwave, but Wanda guessed she must've been really hungry.

God knows, how long it took her to get here and if that journey included any snacks.

Not exactly sure what to do, Wanda left the kitchen right before the woman got to eat. She settled on the couch again and grabbed her book.

She tried. She truly did. The book wasn't even opened though, so maybe she didn't try that hard after all. Instead, her eyes were settled on the door of the kitchen; a direct view to Lucy.

It felt strange seeing someone in her kitchen and she wasn't sure what it was, but seeing Lucy sit in the kitchen, alone, eating her meal, made her uneasy.

Sure, she still had no actual idea where Lucy was from, why she came and what she planned to do, but she knew what it's like to eat alone. Wanda did it every day. And it's silent and dull and sucks all the fun out of eating something good, if you do it often enough.

So that's why, with the book in hand, she walks right back to the kitchen and sits down wordlessly. Her sole focus on the words in her book.

However, Lucy was happily using her cutlery to devour the veggie casserole and the piece of chicken on her plate, when Wanda came. Her mouth stuffed with a big chunk of broccoli as she looked up in surprise. As Lucy saw Wandas masquerade of nonchalance, she couldn't hide the big grin forming on her face. Lucy would totally take that as a win.

Be that as it may, imagine the sight of a woman trying to grin when her mouth was barely able to cover the broccoli before that.

Chewing like you have a secret went out of the window.

When she was done, her hand patting the satisfied stomach, she promptly did the dishes before the Sokovian got any ideas. Her handiness was pretty much non-existent but it got the job done at some point, all the while Wanda stayed in her chair at the table.

Wanda left as soon as she was done, not bothering to wait for Lucy.

As she was about to follow her, Lucy stopped in her tracks once she saw Wanda standing in the middle of the hallway, a piece of paper in her hand.

She swallowed, when she felt her own empty pocket.

Had Wanda's eyes always flashed red like this, Lucy wondered, as the witch motioned to the note clutched in her hand.

"What the hell is this?"

Lucy already knew what was written on the paper, branded with her initials, before she even looked.

LM

Why aren't you a superhero anymore?

Why do you live here?

Did your fingertips ever start looking different lately?

Why don't you have any pictures in your house?

Why did you let me stay here?

Are you okay

In her humble opinion, it wasn't that big of a deal.

To someone who was wary of your whole existence, it might be.

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[nayrawrites]

Wanda Maximoff x Fem Oc

Title: Three Simple Knocks

Summary:

Wanda unexpectedly gets a new roommate, and doesn’t know that the stranger isn’t who she claims to be. Secretly, the woman is there to give Wanda Maximoff the happy ending she deserves

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female OC

Status: Ongoing

Words: 23k+

Tags: strangers to lovers, roommates, slowburn, soulmates

Ao3:

Wattpad:

Chapter 1: A Stranger

The weirdest things happen on the most ordinary days.

And it was one of those ordinary days when the witch heard a knock on her untouched door. Just three simple consecutive thuds on dusty wood. The sound of it was so unknown to her, it took a while until she was capable of placing it.

The visitor waited patiently, as Wanda made her way to the door in caution, her steps hesitant. She'd never really liked visitors and she liked the unannounced kind even less.

It could've been anyone from S.W.O.R.D. or maybe even a former colleague from her time as an Avenger — though that was unlikely, given how little of them were left, and how even less of them cared to think about her.

She turned the knob and opened the door. However, she was not greeted by either of those options —at least not to her knowledge. Instead, she was facing a beautiful woman in simple attire. Quite young, or maybe that assumption was just the effects of the vibrant energy she exuded.

"Can I help you?"

"Hey, yeah, it's me," silence. The smile she was sporting grew more awkward. the longer the silence stretched. "I'm Lucy." she clarified.

Wanda raised an eyebrow in confusion, as she scrutinized the woman in front of her. But there was no way Wanda knew the stranger.

"What do you want?", no matter how friendly the almost forced smile was, Wanda was not going to let it fool her.

"Oh, didn't Clint tell you? He said I could crash here." Only now did the witch notice the yellow backpack almost slipping down from one of the shoulders and the slightly bigger suitcase leaning against the wall of the house.

"Kinda figured he'd have sorted that out with you first...", she trailed off.

Her stern resolve falters slightly at the mention of him. Though that only added to the prominent confusion.

"Clint Barton, guy with an arrow, hearing aid?" The woman nodded hastily at the description. If the situation had been different, the uncanny resemblance to a bobblehead would've been pretty amusing. But the situation wasn't different and ever since her last fiasco, Wanda had to be on guard.

"Why would he say you could crash here?"

Ever since the funeral, Clint and her hadn't really stayed in touch. She didn't mind. She knew the loss they had both suffered and she also knew that he would use up all his time to be with his family. Five years was a lot to catch up on. She would have done the same.

After the events of the Westview Anomaly, he had texted her.

It'll be okay.

That was all it said and quite frankly, it was enough for her to break down. She assumed, he most likely waited for her to call him, not wanting to pressure her into confiding in him, but the call never came. It's not like she didn't try but no matter how long her thumb hovered over the call button, she couldn't ever actually make herself take that leap. She was too ashamed. And she was too afraid he'd think that sentiment was deserved.

So maybe it wasn't too far fetched for him to send someone. Perhaps this was his way of calling her.

"Well, I'm new here and don't really have...anything actually," she chuckled awkwardly, "Clint found out through a mutual friend and said you'd have some space." Lucy explained.

"You sure he didn't mention me?"

The witch resisted massaging her temple at the womans babbling and just motioned for her to come inside. This required a cup of tea, or five.

"I think I'd have remembered, if he did." She watched Lucy grab her belongings and rush through the door with a small smile on her face. One step closer to the goal, she supposed.

As Wanda closed the door behind Lucy, she pulled her phone out of her back pocket and gestured with her hand to another door further down the house.

"I gotta make a call. Just- stay.", at this point, she could've told her to fetch a stick or walk in a circle too, but she just shook her head and left the room.

Now that she was alone, her back slumped against the door, she took a second to herself and just breathed. She wasn't sure, if she needed that second because she was just blindsided with that strange woman or because she knew, she had to contact Clint now.

Most likely the latter.

Her finger hovered over the call button yet again, and she hated it. Hated her hesitance.

God, just do it.

So she finally did, her phone now resting against her ear, as she waited. Wanda always disliked the beeping of a ringing phone and the anticipation during it. She just wanted to get it over with. The call, however, almost immediately went to voicemail. She tried dialing his phone number two more times but it was of no use.

Sighing in defeat, the redhead went back to the living room, where she left Lucy.

The woman in question was busy inspecting the coat rack, her luggage tossed next to the front door.

"Nice red jacket," she commented, before turning around to face Wanda.

"Thanks, I guess."

She never actually got to give it back to Nat.

"Listen...Lucy, was it? You can't stay here." short but at least straight to the point.

Wow, she could've at least pretended to think about it, Lucy thought.

This was probably the first time she saw an expression that didn't include a smile on her face, her mouth parted and eyes widened instead.

"What? But Clint-"

"I can't reach him and he didn't ask. I don't know what he was thinking but this isn't a bed and breakfast. If what you're claiming is even true." The raise in her voice was more imminent by the end but Lucy didn't let that rattle her. It's not like she had any other options after all.

"It's true! Have I ever lied to you?", she protested.

"Well, no, but we also just met, so."

"Fair point." she sighed.

Lucy took a couple steps closer towards the uneasy woman, her hands lifted, to show that she came in peace. "Wanda, please. I-I could help out around the house, you know, I make a mean bowl of instant ramen. And it won't even be that long. Just until I find something else."

The pleading look was hard to resist but Wanda didn't know her and there was no way to confirm her story. Oh, how easy it would've been to just slip inside her mind for a second. Yet she knew she couldn't do that. She wouldn't, not after Westview. It was her own rule ever since. In no way would it ever redeem herself for all the pain she caused, but it was a start. Besides, it was already difficult enough focusing on her own mind.

Nevertheless, that meant she could only rely on whatever Lucy was claiming unil she got a hold of Clint.

Pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers, she stepped closer to Lucy and looked at her. She could sense the awkwardness it caused in the woman but chose to ignore it, too busy with making a decision.

She examined her, starting from the dark hair, reaching barely past her shoulders, and trailed her eyes lower, ending at the minions socks on her feet.

If she ever looked back on this moment, she would probably admit that this was the reason for what she was about to say.

"Fine, you can stay."

A woman with a pair of minion socks couldn't possibly harm someone.

She really hoped she was right.

Lucy let out the breath she was holding and a bright grin adorned her face. She clasped her hands together in exuberant glee.

"Yay," a tad too much excitement, "you won't regret it, I promise."

And there was something —maybe a glint in her eye, that showed the determination and certainty behind that declaration.

Wanda almost believed it.

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