Despite my pain, I ran all the way home. I considered going to bathroom in the school but that risked Wanda finding me sooner. I know she knows where I am, it won't take her long to come to my apartment. As soon as I closed the door, I slumped down against it. I felt exhausted and defeated. More than anything I felt betrayed. The same person I wish was holding me again in her arms, is the same person who wants me dead.
I let myself cry on the floor for some time. When my tears dried up and my body craved water, I struggled to get up with my good arm. Forgetting I'm a witch, I mumble a spell I remember learning from my mother and feel the pain in my arm stop. Shuddering at the fact Wanda probably broke it, I finish off the water, gather myself together and get into the shower.
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I'm laying in bed when there's a knock at my door.
She's later than I expected her here for, but nonetheless I force myself to get out from under my sheets, letting her linger there a little longer.
I open the door as she goes to knock again, this surprises her as suddenly we're just a few inches apart again.
"What?" I ask, feeling my eyes well up with tears and I turn to face away from her.
"Y/N, please. Please let me talk to you" she pleads with me. I hear her voice is shaky, like she has the nerve to be acting like a victim here.
My heart tugs at her, the sympathy for her starts to flood my conscious.
"Whatever Wanda, come in" I turn from her as she follows me inside, letting my magic close the door behind her. She turns quickly to watch it, knowing this is the first time she's seen me use my magic.
"There it is, super threatening right? Definitely something worth murdering me over" I scoff as I sit down on my couch, bottle of wine in one hand and a tissue in the other. I look like such a breakup cliché, when in reality I am just starting to fall in love with someone who is torn between liking me and wanting me dead.
Who almost got murdered by my mother.
Who is also some terrifying witch avenger hybrid.
Someone pitch this to Hollmark
She sits down quietly, probably trying to find the words to say. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her turn to face me. I am still starring at the TV, downing my wine, refusing to give her the satisfaction of me looking at her.
I take a big gulp, "You wanted to talk, talk" my voice is cold. I have lost patience.
"Y/N, what I did to you back there, I am so sorry. That wasn't me. I have tried so hard not to be that person anymore. I-I could say sorry a thousand more times but I know it'll never be enough and that's understandable".
This makes me face her, letting her see my eyes. Letting her see my face so she can feel guilty.
She deserves to feel guilty.
As I look at her, her eyes are just as exhausted as mine. Swollen and a little bloodshot, she clearly spent time crying. Maybe she does feel some remorse for what happened
"You broke my arm" I choke out, tears I didn't think I still had in me flow down my cheeks.
"You were so angry in that moment, so malicious. I was so scared of you!"
"Y/N-" her tears stop her words, but she gets up and sits down closer to me.
As much as I want her so far away from me, I am torn between wanting her even closer. I hate this. I hate everything about this.
She takes my hand in hers, her other hand helping my chin up to look at her.
"Your mother, did some horrible things to me. I know she would have killed me if I let her have the chance, and she almost did. She drained me of my powers, letting me become a corpse. She showed me she did the same thing to your grandmother and her coven" Wanda's words are hoarse, and my hand grips hers tighter.
"My grandmother?" I choke through tears. I know nothing of her, but knowing now that my mother killed her makes me feel like I could be sick.
Wanda nods silently, tears not stopping. "She sought me out for my magic, and took away the only happiness I had felt in such a long time. She introduced me to the Darkhold, which only further ruined my life. I almost killed a friend, a child I had never known, and a mother of children I now know weren't mine" this makes her sob violently. Without hesitation I pull her in close and wrap my arms around her tightly, knowing this is hard for her to relive.
I hold her tightly and let her cry into me. I felt her tenseness subside and her hands grip my back, almost like she can't hold me close enough.
She feels safe with me
I started to feel like she didn't mean to do what she did, and her here being this vulnerable gave me more proof of that.
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This conversation went on for a few hours. I opened another bottle of wine for us to share, while we told stories that made the tears basically flood the living room.
We shared vulnerable parts of ourselves that I don't think I've personally let anybody else see. I let her know more about my mother and what she did to me and my brother, and Wanda shared with me her traumas of losing everyone she ever loved.
No wonder she was full of so much anger, any person in her situation would have lost it probably worse a lot sooner.
As her head lays on my shoulder and she tells me more about her life, I realize how strong she is. She's made mistakes, but now I better understand why.
"Y/N?" she asks, pulling herself out of the crook of my neck
"Yes?"
"I am so sorry" she holds my hands tightly in hers.
"I know Wanda, you've already apologized"
"No, for everything. Your mother is a horrible individual, nothing she did to me compares to what she's put you through. I am so sorry I thought you were capable of being anything like her" she looks down as she picks at the leg of her jeans.
I see tears drip off her chin, and I can't stand to see her cry anymore. Her and I have both shed enough tears tonight to never cry again.
"Babe," I start and hold her chin up so she's face to face with me, "I forgive you. I am sorry for everything you've gone through. I can tell you're trying hard to be a better version of yourself. I am proud of you" this earns me a smile from her.
"I feel like I've known you forever. I can't explain this feeling. I only felt this with Vision and he wasn't even technically human until 4 years after we met" she lets out a genuine laugh. I can't imagine what it's like falling in love with an AI computer turned human, but I think I know what it's like to fall in love with a witch.
She goes quiet as she looks up at me, her eyes darting back and forth between mine and then down to my lips. My heartbeat picks up and all my anger and sadness from before are suddenly replaced by lust and desperation.
I swallow hard, this she notices and takes it as an advantage. She lifts herself up to slowly straddle me. Her hips grinding into mine teasingly before becoming more aggressive.
"Wanda," I say breathlessly as her hands make their way up under my shirt, bra unhooking with the smallest tilt of her head. Her eyes are fierce as she watches the reaction this gets out of me, and a small devilish smile plays upon her lips.
"I think we both deserve a little bit of a distraction after today" she whispers in my ear hungrily. She lets out a light moan for only me to hear, and I don't think twice before hoisting her up off the couch, her legs wrap around my waist as she giggles and I bring her into my room to show her just how good of a distraction I can be.
***I didn't realize its been this long since I've put something on here. My life has been so horrible lol, like everything that could go wrong has gone wrong. I don't know who's actually reading this besides myself but hello friends, hope summer is treating you well. I have so much I've written just not put on here so stayed tuned!! I hope you guys like it***
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Forbidden Love
FanfictionY/N is the daughter of infamous witch Agatha Harkness. Living in the shadow of her mother always made Y/N resentful, but especially more so when her mother left and hasn't contacted Y/N in over a year. Entering her third year of University alone, sh...
