[Reader...]
Wanda and I are best friends, the best of best friends. I loved her more than anything in this world, so much, I wish I could marry her.
But my family was everything to me, and I vowed the rest of my life to not allow our traditional ways to become a part of us. Wanda is promised to my brother, Austin. My sister, Lavinia, aspires to find her true love. She longs to get married, have a family, and live for her husband.
I, however, have never wanted that... no, not with a man. All of my life, I believed I never wanted to be a wife at all, but since Wanda and I have started our affair. I found that I no longer wanted to be a spinster, I longed to be her wedded wife, and mother to her child, and my brothers child, unfortunately.
I wrote poems inspired by solely her.
Never have I wanted to cook, or clean, or do anything other than write. But when I am with her, she makes me want to do crazy things, like changing a diaper, when I never wanted children.
Wanda longs for it as well, she asks every day to run away with me. She lives next door to my family, I live with my mother and father, but so much did I wish I could just walk over with my things and sleep in the same bed as her.
What was seemingly weird is, I cannot remember much of my family. We know of each other, we know each other. But I suppose it is why we all bicker so much, I suppose it is why my brother is so drunk unable to speak, unable to stay faithful.
My brother was undeserving of his wife, of their child, and of their love.
If I did not yearn for the love of a family united as one, I would have milked my family dry to run away with Wanda and her baby, our baby.
You are magic in the palm of my hand.
You are like a beach, with my feet sunken in the sand.
You have my heart beating a million miles a minute.
You make me speechless in the middle of my sentence, before I can even finish.
I walked over to Wanda's house, my brother out in a drunken state somewhere, only god knows.
I knock on the door, hearing a gentle 'come in'. The voice as softly spoken as an angel, a Sokovian accent.
I walk in the room, to see a woman I most definitely wanted to runaway with, and the product she created with my brother that I so deeply wanted him to know, although he did not deserve them, it did not help the guilt I felt.
"Hello, my love." She says with a big smile walking towards me, she kisses my lips, I smile against hers.
"Hello, darling." I husk
You are beauty in all of its origins.
You're voice is like a song, and the words are all the best choruses.
"I've missed you." She says, a smile upon her face. I smile gently.
"And I, you." I say planting another gentle kiss upon her lips. She smiles into it.
"Would you like to see our child?" She asks
"You mean, yours and my brothers' child?" I ask, already knowing the answer, she meant mine.
"You know what I meant, darling."
"I do, does not mean the guilt doesn't come crawling up my spine at what we are doing..."
"You know he has done much worse, what we have is love-"
"What we have is considered, wrong." I interrupt her
"Wrong... but if it feels so wrong, why does it feel so right?" She asks then she continues.
"Never have I had a love as deep and passionate as ours, yet we keep it behind closed doors where no one can see. My love, my darling, we can run away, take our son, take some money and start a life somewhere new, somewhere bold. New York."
"You know as much as I desire for such a thing, it is a fantasy." I admit
"Oh, but is it?" She asks cupping my cheeks, I hold in my breathe.
I am a confident person, but you make me sweaty, clammy, and constantly averting my gaze.
I look anywhere but her eyes, but she only puts her face where I was staring in order for me to look at her.
"Your brother, a drunken husband and neglecting father would not care a soul for what we do." She admits
"Your mother too busy with her own self- pleasing your father and consistent guests in her home, father too obsessed upon his own up and coming death possibly years away, and sister desiring of both their attentions. All I ask is for you, and your poems, my love." She says caressing my face.
"Will you not take that into consideration, my love... my admiration for you and your work?- our child, one day could grow to be as smart, and thriving, and as loving as his other mother."
"But I am not his other mother, sadly. I am his aunt, my brother- his father. As much as I would love to be his-"
"You are. No matter how much you say he is not your child, he is. I promise you, y/n. I do not take your brother's last name, but yours. I am not Wanda Dickinson, wedded to Austin. I am Wanda Maximoff, in love with y/n Dickinson. I take none other than your name, my love is cared for by none other than you." She says
"Take me, and we will live happier."
"I wish I could, my love. But I simply cannot." I say sadly
You make me feel as if lightning struck me right in front of my face.
"You know, I do not take no for an answer, my beloved." She says sternly, tilting her head.
"I can simply use a bit of-" she lifts her hand as red came out of her fingers. I quickly grab her hand lowering it as I looked around the empty house for servants.
"Wanda, what are you doing? You'll get yourself killed!" I whisper-yelled.
"Please, it is my reality. If I wished to be caught, I will." She smirks, I look at her confused.
"Huh?" I ask
"My love, take my offer. Let us live happily ever after, I do not wish to corrupt your mind once again. Please say yes, willingly. And we may live... and love together in peace." She smiles
"Wanda, you speak of nonsense."
"I will give you one last chance, my love."
"Or what?" I ask
Suddenly my memories were flooded, one minute I could remember everything. Being an Avenger, fighting along Captain America, Iron Man, Natasha Romanoff... Wanda and Pietro... the other, not a thing.
Where was I?
"Darling, let us leave and live happily ever after." She says caressing my cheek, i scrunch my eyebrows. Did this already happen? My head felt light, deja vu?
"And my poetry?" I ask
"Will be honored and loved by many." She says happily
"... in New York?" I ask
"In New York, where it will be appreciated not only by your son and I, but by hundreds... maybe thousands of readers. What do you say?" She asks
"I say, let's... finally, live for ourselves." I say trying to find the words, she smiles brightly.
"Oh, my love!" She yelps happily jumping into my arms as I catch her. She kissed my lips passionately.
I want a love, considered criminal.
But do not wish to be prosecuted for the crime.
In each and every way I have experienced love, it has been minimal.
I believe now isn't the best time.
I cannot and will not be able to live freely
For this love is not mine
You may scream your versus into my ear from dawn into the night.
You refer to me as a sinner, and accuse me, I have sinned.
You call me hopeless, and believe that god will not let me in.
You speak to me as you choose to say I am disgusting, and refuse to accommodate.
You call me every word in the book and refuse to amuse in how you can relate.
Stand in my shoes, only for a minute alone.
In how loving a woman, can be the start of the finish, feel so right but is said to be so wrong.
So I say this with great will, ease, and determination.
I only wish to love, I am not an abomination.
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Hello, how was this? Did y'all catch on? If you did, write the POV and whoever gets it right will get a shoutout in the next one shot.
(Btw, this are my poems not Emily Dickinsons) I used the ones I made for my crush lmao. I love writing like this, old fashioned talking. Ugh, so much better than 'bruh' 'lit' and shit.
What do you guys think of this?
Anyways, enjoy, in honor of Dickinson coming out today! I am so tired, update on my brother is he's very very slowly recooperating. My mom wants me to quit my job to help nurse him at home but, I just can't. But I will if I have to.
Depending on how y'all like this will determine if there'll be a second part. And also, Jealousy Jealousy will be updated this weekend or go reread it!
Thanks loves! Don't forget to vote and comment!
Goodnight, lots of love, AK.