I write stories on Wattpad and Ao3 - @loggiepj Follow me also on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for more silly posts and boring updates about my life 😅😘💁♀️❤ LINK TO MY BOOK : https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=pfbid02JJfvqJYGzF7yA1ju8rWXDRaPhpGLf92mdWjE5TeAark6XN3soxWusfiEtkqdazk5l&id=100063788387914&mibextid=Nif5oz
2. I enjoy making fanfics (mostly about Wanda, although I also wrote some fanfics about Hermione, Wayhaught, Rooney and Cara, which were posted only on Wattpad)
3. Bi and proud 💁♀️💁♀️💁♀️🌈
4. I'm also an awkward introverted person, so I'm not really good with conversations.
5. Follow me on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter for more silly posts and boring updates about my life 😅
If you guys also want to support me, my ebook Blind Date Gone Wrong is now available for download on Beebly PH app.
Also, my book Her Brother's Murderer is now available for pre-order. Please see my post for more details. Thank you! 😊
As most of you can tell, I've only started using Tumblr this year to read more fanfics about Wanda, so I'm still struggling on how to properly post a story here. Bear with me 😅
I can't help but think about Jen spreading the news to other witches that the Road was real and she got her powers back because of it. 😂😂😂 I wonder if she'd find a coven one day because she has another goal. 😂
Sorry, I haven't posted in a while. Something terrible happened these past weeks and I'm not in a good place right now. But I plan to finish the Cersei fanfic, because I have already drafted the last two chapters.
Again, thank you so much for all your support and for continuing to read my stories. 🥺❤
A door softly creaked behind you, the eerie sound making you turn from where you were sitting only to look at the intruder.
Queen Daenerys had typical Valyrian features of silver-gold hair, purple eyes and pale skin. Anyone would be a fool to deny of her beauty. Aside from her slender like figure, what stood out the most was the tough exterior she possessed from her gaze.
One thing was for certain. Your sister looked more Targaryen than you could ever be.
"How's your wound?" Queen Daenerys asked. Missandei was standing behind her with head bowed down.
Forcing out a weak smile her way while massaging your arm, you shrugged. "Pain's barely there anymore, Your Grace."
"Please," she said as she chuckled, moving inside the room then taking a seat beside you on the bed. "You're my sister. . . My only family left. Call me Dany."
"You're my Queen," you declared, the word causing a bitter taste in your mouth. Cersei would always be your Queen. And you'd bleed for her a thousand times if you had to. It sparked a dilemma inside your heart.
"You don't have to prove your loyalty to me," Daenarys said as she stood abruptly, heading towards the window where she could see your dragon Nymeros towering over her children. It was apparent that Nymeros was older and more massive than the Queen's two smallest dragons combined. "We're Targaryen by blood. And the right rulers of the Seven Kingdom. I'm sure nothing could persuade you from that," she paused, "well, not unless you're still devoted to her."
Your gazes met and hers sported a questioning curiosity. You knew she was referring to Cersei and your love affair. Upon knowing Tyrion as her hand when you arrived at Dragonstone just two weeks ago, you believed Daenerys knew more about you than you knew about her. Varys was even one of her counselors. There wasn't a single thing Varys didn't know.
"I'm sure you have heard about what happened in the Capital upon their return," she went on, walking past you as she headed back to the door.
Of course, you had. It was chaos.
Cersei had taken over the throne. It turned out that after her father's death, King Tommen had gone mentally incapable to rule the Kingdom, rendering him bed ridden and mute. You pitied the boy so much but who wouldn't go crazy if your own wife would leave you just like that.
But you couldn't blame Margaery either when she went ballistic upon finding out her grandmother Lady Olenna was assassinated by Ser Jaime himself. It appeared that the Lannisters had finally found out she was the culprit behind late King Joffrey's murder.
They had also taken captive those from Dorne who attempted to execute Princess Myrcella, including Oberyn and your guardian father.
If you had to be honest, you felt a bit hurt that Cersei was now ruling with the support of Prince Doran, your real father, by her side, considering what he did and did not do to claim you as his child.
"People like them have no heart to rule Westeros," Daenerys continued, bringing you back to the present. "It will never change. . . All we have now is each other."
~~~
"I thought I'd never get to see you again," you said, greeting Tyrion as he climbed down a boat along the shores of Dragonstone. There were a group of men following his stead, and a couple of others still on their boats.
"I still have luck on my side, My Lady," he replied, looking at the sky where anyone could see four dragons flying around the castle. "It's a nice addition to the group, you know. If I had known sooner you're more than just a viper from the South, I would have served you well."
A forced cough made you look at the strangers. There was a different kind of aura coming from the burly man with a beard looking at you as if you knew each other.
"Excuse my bad manners, Lady Y/n, this is Jon Snow—"
"King Jon Snow," another man with thin white hair corrected, stepping beside Jon. "He's King in the North now."
"Right." Tyrion could only sigh. "This is Ser Davos, Jon's advisor."
"I thought the Seven Kingdoms only have one ruler," you said, earning a curious look from Jon. "I don't think my sister will appreciate such title."
"We have business to discuss with Queen Daenerys," Jon answered, walking past you, "about the things happening right now in the North. Titles will have no meaning if we're all dead."
You looked at Tyrion in confusion as he shrugged his shoulders. He urged for you to follow them as they headed towards the castle, where you could see from a distance Queen Daenerys looking down below at all of you. "The North is currently at war against the Night King."
"And we need more men," Jon added, his voice sounding urgent, "and we need more dragonglass and forge them into weapons."
"Dragonglass are known to be effective against the White Walkers," Tyrion explained by your side as you walked together. "They had been mining back and forth for months now."
"So it's true then, what they say about the White Walkers?" you asked.
Jon gave one look at you before he nodded, "Either you have dragonglass or Valyrian steel, we have no chance against them."
"What about the dragons?"
Jon bit back his mouth before he turned, walking away from you. Ser Davos gave a small bow before he went after Jon.
Tyrion sighed beside you. "He's still convincing the Queen to fight alongside him."
"What's stopping Dany?"
"Cersei."
You turned to look at him.
He went on. "Queen Daenerys will only fight with Jon if they both bent the knee in her favor. Both Jon and Cersei."
You knew then Jon would have to fight alone because there was no chance Cersei would do such a thing.
~~~
After what seemed like a lifetime discussing about the plans on the war against the White Walkers and how to convince Cersei to give up the Iron Throne, you surrendered to the darkness of the night outside the castle, facing the lonely shores of Dragonstone.
You had visited Nymeros half an hour ago. The dragon was happy it was finally where he belonged yet you could tell he was uneasy for the fight that was about to come.
"You look so much like your mother if you only had silver hair." The alluring accent made you alert and look behind you. It was none other than the Red woman herself, Melisandre. She was wearing her red cloak, a hood over her head as her eyes pierced right through you.
"What are you doing here?" was the first thing that came into your mind. The last time you remembered, she was serving Stannis Baratheon, who died during one of the battles in the North.
"Serving the true heir to the throne," she replied, wrapping her arms around her body as the cold breeze from the sea blew towards the both of you.
"My sister have four dragons to her side," you said, chuckling lightly. "I barely think she needs a dedicated follower of the Lord of the Light too."
"I wasn't talking about her," Melisandre replied, now looking at the dark horizon before you.
Her firm response made you stare at the woman. There was no chance she knew about your parentage.
"You were there," you began, slowly remembering, "you were there at the boar hunt Joffrey had planned, at the ambush."
"I was there to protect you," she answered, "as I have sworn since the day you were born."
"What?"
"If I weren't there when Stannis' soldiers attacked you, that arrow would have lunged straight to your heart."
"But you distracted me—"
"Did I really?" Mellisandre looked at you with a smirk on her face before she turned away.
You swallowed nervously. "When you say since the day I was born. . ."
"Yes, I was there when Rhaella gave birth to you," she said. "You were so tiny then, yet your cries were as fierce as a dragon's. Rhaella made me swear to look after you and I did. All these years."
There was a brief silence of you trying to understand what she was telling you. No, she could just be lying to you. She was a witch after all.
"It was me who set Nymeros free from his chains in the cave when you were still young," she went on, "if he'd still be chained, he wouldn't be able to save you from drowning. Or that time you were held hostage by a band of thieves from Braavos, where you mysteriously succeeded in escaping not knowing your captors were already unalived."
"Why? What are you to my mother? Why do you owe her that much to save a child you barely knew?"
Melisandre only went silent, avoiding your gaze.
~~~
"Let me convince her," you said, seeing defeat from your sister and Jon's faces when they came back from the Capital with no good news. Cersei didn't waver. She was stubborn, face stoic as what Ser Davos had observed when she watched a White Walker Jon had captured from the North just to convince everyone in Westeros that death was real.
Daenerys even lost one of her dragons for that quest, yet Cersei was still merciless and selfish.
Daenerys scoffed. "You think she'd bend the knee just because you did? I thought you know her enough."
"I know she'd never bend the knee, but she'd fight alongside with you if she knew what we're facing against—"
"She had enough of that evidence running straight to her face yet it still didn't scare her," Ser Davos butted in.
"Cersei, however less of expression her face shows, is mighty convinced the sea surrounding the Capital will keep the White Walkers away," Varys chimed in. "Unless they have figured out ways to swim or fly."
"Which they can now that they have one of my children," Daenerys hissed.
"I know Cersei since I was a child," Jon interrupted. "She has no heart—"
"You're wrong," you said, defending Cersei. You were whipped, but you knew the Lannister woman better than anyone in the room did. "You don't know her better than I do. She cares enough even when she doesn't show it—"
"Maybe to you," Tyrion said. "But what about now when you're no longer a good fuck to her?"
You glared at Tyrion, knowing he had a point. You didn't exactly leave Cersei in good terms.
"You always knew what she was but you loved her anyway," Tyrion added, sighing in defeat.
"At least, let me try," you pleaded, now facing Daenerys. She was hesitant to let you go. She hadn't even let you go with them. Maybe she did care about you. Or maybe she didn't trust you enough to be loyal to her and go back.
"Bring Nymeros with you," Daenerys said, as she walked away from the counselors. You nodded eagerly amidst the complaints from others, not wasting another second to leave the room.
~~~
"Did you forget what I said I'd do when I see you step your foot in the Capital?" Cersei's cold voice echoed through the entire hall. "You are looking for death if you think I'd help you and your usurper of a sister's cause."
You knew you should be scared. Tyrion had been right all along. You were immediately captured the moment Nymeros left you as soon as you landed on the shores of the Red Keep, near the Blackwater gates.
But even when the Queen's guards poked you with their spears as they forced you to kneel before her, before Cersei herself, you couldn't find it in yourself to be terrified of her.
For almost two months of not seeing her, all you wanted to do was kiss the woman, hug her, touch her and more. Cersei looked much fiercer and tougher than she was the last time you saw her. She had changed yet beauty still incomparable. Her golden hair was adorned with the most elegant looking crown with the Lannister's sigil.
Aside from Nymeros, she was truly the only beautiful thing you had ever witnessed in your life.
But of course, Cersei never cared about you. You were just a good lay, as Tyrion had said.
"My Queen," you bowed down your head, "I plead for you to take mercy. We need more men to fight in the North. We cannot defeat the White Walkers without your help—"
"And what? After the war, you all would seek the throne? When my men are already depleted, you'd take advantage over us? Do you think me of a fool, Lady Y/n?"
You met her gaze, and she was gritting her teeth, anger seething.
"I will never bend the knee," Cersei said with finality in her tone. You exhaled heavily. If you could just talk to her alone, you'd make her understand.
You were about to retort but she held her hand, stopping you. "We will deal with what it's left when you fight against the White Walkers."
Your eyes never wandered as you stared right through her, waiting if she'd also break like you did. However when Prince Doran entered the hall, his eyes on you, you looked away.
"Y/n Martell," Doran called, now standing beside the Queen. "Finally on your knees ready to commit to your crimes?"
"For what? For being your daughter?" you snide back.
Doran went silent for a moment before he walked slowly towards you, unsheathing his sword from his belt. "She was never born. You're no daughter of mine. You're an impostor."
"She is mine to execute," Cersei said, standing up from her seat.
Doran shook his head, facing the Lannister woman. "I chose to serve you, Your Grace. But when one of my people had betrayed me, they will only answer to me alone."
Then he looked back at you. "I've loved Rhaella with all my life but she also chose to betray me in the end. I married her even, convinced the Citadel to annul their marriage beforehand," the statement made everyone in the hall whisper, "yet when I told her to go to Dorne to finally be with me, she chose to stay with the Mad King."
"Are you not sure she was not referring to stay away from you?"
Doran glared at you before he raised his sword ready to hit, but a blade went through his chest, making him gulp in his own blood.
"Bring Y/n to the dungeons," the Queen announced when Doran's body hit the floor with a loud thud. Jamie stood behind Doran, holding a bloody sword. The guards dragged your frozen limb, your eyes still on the bloody figure of the man you thought who'd accept you as his own.
~~~
"The Queen has requested me to escort Y/n to her council room," Qyburn announced to the soldiers guarding you outside your cell in the dungeon not half an hour later from the incident.
When you and Qyburn headed through empty corridors of the castle, you attempted to untie the rope around your wrists. Qyburn helped you when you both have arrived at the door and you were still unsuccessful of untying it yourself.
Cersei was alone, staring out the windows with her hand on the railing, when you entered the room. Qyburn then closed the door, leaving you two.
The air had suddenly gone heavy. The Queen turned her head to finally look at you.
When it was only the two of you, there was an unspoken tension. You swallowed nervously, ready to speak yet Cersei's eyes on you didn't waver.
And as if on instinct, she moved forward towards you as you met her halfway, her arms welcoming you as you embraced her back so tightly. Breathing everything that was her, you tightened your hug around the woman, afraid that if you'd let her go, it would be the last time.
Cersei's hands fisted around your tunic, unbelievable strength coming from the Lannister woman. Then you pulled away as you cupped her face, pulling her close as you pressed your lips against hers.
And it was carnal. The hunger you had for each other was incomparable. Her hands held your head against hers, pulling you closer and closer.
She was devouring you like she had been deprived from sustenance. You pushed the woman against the wall as you returned the same force she showed, tongues dancing against each other, short breaths, gasps, sighs, and moans managed to come out from the little moments your lips would pull away from each other before reconnecting.
And then you could taste it. The bitter taste of Cersei's tears made you pull away, cupping her face gently as the woman only tried to chase after your mouth.
Leaning your forehead against hers, your thumbs wiped the offending liquid before meeting her lips in a slow soft kiss.
"I miss you," Cersei croaked, misery evident in her voice.
Giving her a weak smile, you nodded back. "There's not a day when I didn't think of you, Cersei. Even my dreams were filled with the thoughts of you."
"Why?"
You slowly pulled away as you met her cold hard gaze, her eyes carrying a look of disdain.
"Why did you not come back?"
"I couldn't —"
But then Cersei was already pushing you away as she walked towards her desk, licking her lips with the taste from you. "You didn't even send me a raven."
"Dany—"
Her mocking laughter stopped you. "Dany? You've barely even known her and you're already calling her Dany—"
"She's my sister," you answered, moving towards her.
"Well, I'm your . . . ," she stammered, hesitant. "I'm your . . ."
You could see the dilemma on her face and you pulled her closer. "You're still my Queen. You're my other half, the one I love."
Cersei bit her lower lip to stop herself from sobbing. Then she shook her head as she pushed you away again, turning to look at the window.
"It doesn't matter," she replied, exhaling a heavy breath. "Your love doesn't matter. Your feelings don't matter."
There was a pause of silence before you ended it.
"Then why are we here? Why did you allow me to come?"
The Lannister woman scoffed. "Not to help my enemies collaborate in my destruction. Jon Snow has now chosen to serve her. You have already submitted to her, and now you're making me too—"
"I want you to help us. To help the realm—"
"But eventually, you want everyone to bend the knee to her."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I think she will make the world a better place."
"You think she will not be like her father, the Mad King?"
"She has trusted advisors who would check her worst impulses instead of feeding them."
"Mm, my traitor of a brother. Fine," she walked away, "serve her. Choose her. What you said are true. I don't care about checking my worst impulses. I don't care about making the world a better place. Hang the world. That thing they dragged here, I know what it is, I know what it means. And when it came at me, I didn't think about the world. Not at all."
She stopped, her hand on her stomach. Then she looked at you and she still looked as lost as she was.
You heard Nymeros roar from a distance, growing impatient wondering where you were and why you had not come back.
"Ever wondered why your dragon did not attack me that day you left Dorne?" she asked. You stared at her in confusion. "It was because a part of you is already living inside of me."
And your eyes instinctively went to the hand on her stomach. You slowly approached her, your shaking hands caressing her lower stomach.
"It's . . ." You stopped, memories of Jaime's threats swimming in your head.
The sight made Cersei sad, her hand cupping your face. "I have not been with anyone other than you. I swear on my mother's deathbed. If the dragon had sensed it, then you should know it's true. It's yours, Y/n."
"It's mine?" you asked again, voice almost crying from happiness. The smile on your face hurt. She nodded back, pressing her forehead against yours. Your arms slithered around her, hers around your back, her head buried in your neck as you hugged each other.
"Then you know that I must leave," you said, making the woman lose her control, pull away and sob in front of you, shaking her head. "For you and our baby, Cersei—"
"No, Y/n, I want you here! With me! With us!"
"Death is upon us if we won't take action," you reasoned with her, hands cupping around her face. "I won't let that happen."
"You can't do anything to stop them," Cersei spat back. "They had even defeated one of her dragons—"
"We have three against one—"
"If the dragons can't stop them, if Dothraki and Unsullied and Northmen can't stop them, how will our armies make a difference?" she hissed, tears rolling down her face as you failed to stop her from crying. "This isn't about noble houses anymore, this is about the living and the dead! And I intend to stay amongst the living."
"Cersei—"
"Let the Stark boy and his new queen defend the North. We stay here where we've always been, where we belong."
"I made a promise to my sister—"
"Our child will rule Westeros. Doran admitted his marriage to your mother Rhaella. I made Qyburn consult with the Citadel Maesters and it's true what Doran said. Rhaella's marriage to the Mad King was annuled before she bore Daenerys. This makes you the rightful heir—"
"Our child will never be born if the dead come south," you said.
Shaking her head, Cersei stood her ground. "Let the monsters kill each other. And while they battle in the North, we take back the lands that belong to us, that your sister took."
"And then what?"
"And then we rule."
"When the fighting in the North is over, someone wins. You understand that, don't you? If the dead win, they march south and kill us all—"
"If the living win, and we've betrayed them, they march south and kill us all! They already want to kill us all. Most of them will die in the North."
You slowly pulled away, knowing there wasn't a single thing that would change the Lannister woman's mind. She was set to be selfish. But you'd do anything for her, for your child.
Cersei sighed as she made her way to her desk, leaning against the wood. You made your way to the door, planning your escape, knowing your visit was a failure. "Leave through the tunnels down the Kitchen's Keep. It will lead you straight to a trail beside the Blackwater Rush. The soldiers won't see you there."
You turned to look at the woman, who was already staring at you. Eyes spoke more what words couldn't. "I hate that you still choose to betray me."
"I love you," you said, "and I'm doing this for the both of you."
When you were about to close the door, you heard shuffling behind before the woman engulfed you in an embrace, hugging your back, her arms around your stomach.
"Cersei—"
"Come back to me alive," she whispered. "Promise me you'll come back alive and I will give that sister of yours thousands of my men to fight alongside you."
A smile crept into your face as you turned around and hugged the woman back. "I promise. You're my home, Cersei. You'll always be my home."
The clutch Cersei had on your back tightened as she buried her face deeper into your chest.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
"I FIND that too hard to believe, Miss Maximoff," a guy with a hard British accent had said, making its way through your ears. Am I in the right place?
You took a step back and looked at the shop's sign. Флора Вундагора. Flora Vundagora.
When you heard Wanda's laughter ringing afterwards, the kind of laughter that was not forced, like an innocent child laughing, your heartbeat started to race. You hadn't heard her laugh like that for years, and it was a bittersweet sound.
It was depressing to know you weren't the reason for that anymore. All you ever did was make her sad and cry. Maybe it was for the better that you two wouldn't get back with each other.
Finally, you could see two figures behind buckets and buckets of flowers on a table. As you hesitated to enter Wanda's flower shop, your hand on the handle, you figured the sound was from the mysterious guy standing beside the brunette, probably a college student, who was wearing a flowery apron with the same color as the shop.
Wanda had hired a young assistant. And it made you jealous and furious even when you knew you have no right anymore.
The guy offered some fresh flowers in front of her face to let her nose bury into it as she smelled them, before they both exploded into laughter. Probably an inside joke.
It felt unfair.
You had moved on, but then she had to come back into your life and you had to start all over again. And this, whatever this was before you, hurt you like you hadn't moved from your spot ten years ago. It was as if all those years you spent forgetting about her, were pointless. And you were back to the starting line.
You abruptly entered the shop, the ring of bell by the top of the door interrupting the two. Wanda jumped from the sudden presence that was you, but you didn't meet her gaze. You went immediately to the younger assistant as you looked through the rows of flowers in the buckets before him.
The younger assistant stopped laughing and began to assist you like a role model he was. Employee of the month, you guessed.
The name tag on his chest said Peter, and random thoughts began to swim in your head, whether Peter had also been pleasuring Wanda on his knees. Maybe, Wanda's type hadn't changed after all.
"What flower do you suggest I should buy if I had just asked this person to a date?" you asked in a forced cheerful voice, a faint smile on your face. "I don't want to come off as too strong but I also don't want her to think I didn't make an effort, you know."
You could feel Wanda's glares at you as she busied herself with the register.
The guy replied enthusiastically as he began to show the fresh batches of flowers that were delivered that morning. After a couple more suggestions, you chose a particular bouquet of carnations and Peter rang it up in the cash register. Wanda was no longer there.
THERE was a loud knock on the door later that night after you had gone home from work. Stressed from reading your students' thesis papers, you begrudgingly made your way to the door.
"Who is she?" Wanda's question was what bombarded you after opening the door.
"Good evening to you, too, Wanda," you greeted nonchalantly, leaving the door open to let her in.
Wanda's eyes searched through your entire apartment until they landed on the kitchen counter top where a vase containing the flowers you bought earlier were placed. She exhaled a sigh of relief, and you could definitely hear it.
"I . . . I thought—"
"That I gave the flowers to my date?" you finished, a smirk on your face as you sat on your couch, watching the woman with your arms crossed over your chest. "You know I will eventually settle down with someone sometime in the future, Wanda."
This made the brunette tense, as she looked at you with pained eyes. It tore you apart to see her like that. You wanted to make her laugh, like she did in the shop. But you weren't that person anymore.
You sighed, going on, "Just like you're doing with Peter."
Wanda's brows raised. "Peter? My shop assistant?"
You only fell silent, regretting it once you saw Wanda's lips lifting up to a smile.
"You're jealous," Wanda declared, chuckling softly. "I should have known."
You almost stood up. "I am not—"
"You were," she insisted. "Not considering the fact that he's gay, you know I have no interest in anybody right now but you."
Wanda then approached you by the couch as she kneeled before you. Her eyes glistening with tears, stopping herself to cry. She then grabbed your hands and you let her, you missed her touch. The warmth and softness of her skin. You longed for her.
"I am so sorry about everything, Y/n," she said. "I am so sorry. And I will not stop until you give me another chance. . . Please."
You felt sorry for her, maybe the sight of her on her knees made you grow weak, vulnerable. But you were both vulnerable at the moment, you only got the upper hand. "I don't . . . I don't want to get hurt again."
Wanda nodded before she moved forward, straddling herself on top of your thighs, cupping your face as she did. "I promise I won't hurt you ever, Y/n. . . I promise you with my life."
But you couldn't just forgive the woman that easily. You still had second thoughts she'd leave you in a heartbeat once you had surrendered and she found you boring.
"Y/n," she called softly, brushing the strands of hair covering your face to look into your eyes. And you could see in hers, swirling in deep and darkest greens, how genuine she was in her apology. "I love you. I still do. After all these years, I have never stopped loving you."
She then leaned in slowly, hesitant if you'd meet her halfway. But you did as you kissed the woman.
It was unlike any kiss you had shared these past few months. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't angry. It wasn't forced. It was different. Good kind of different as you began to wrap your arms around her, lifting her up as she clung unto you, her legs around your waist. You moved to the bedroom without breaking the kiss.
Wanda's hands were busy threading her fingers through your hair as she deepened the kiss, moaning into your mouth. When you placed her on your bed, your hands instinctively went into the hem of her shirt. She helped you undress herself before she yanked your shirt off.
And when you were both finally naked, you performed a passionate sacred dance in your sheets as you grind against each other, kiss never stopping. Moans and grunts were being silenced by mouths and tongues craving.
And it was heavenly when you both exploded at the same time. Wanda held your trembling body on top of hers as she convulsed underneath you.
You realized then it wasn't just sex that night. You were making love with each other.
IT WAS one of the National Writers Summit that you bumped into the one you dreaded the most. You were at the corner with other professors from the university, promoting your recently published book. It was only released digitally last night and you had no time to celebrate.
Wanda had congratulated you early that morning, sending you a bouquet of flowers through a courier at your apartment. It made you smile giddily like a teenager.
While the weather hadn't been kind outside the venue, the event still went through.
"Y/n Y/l/n, it has been a long time," Vision said, offering his hand for you to shake.
You forced a smile his way, as you shook back his hand. You felt yourself hyperventilating until the effects of the alcohol from the champagne you had consumed entirely had done its work.
"You know each other?" Another writer and professor of your university, Thor, asked. He was the one who suggested to introduce you two as Thor and Vision remained good friends in the writing industry.
"Y/n here used to be a student of mine," Vision answered. "I always knew she would become a great writer one day. It's a privilege to meet you again. I love your book. I've read it on the way here."
Thor and Vision continued to converse, talking about the upcoming conference they were planning to go. You pretended to be interested, nodding blankly along every statement or question headed your way. Leaving was the only thing you wanted at that moment.
But fate had other plans for you.
"Y/n," Vision called, when Thor left both of you to talk to another guest. "May I have a private word with you?"
"This is private," you replied in a cold voice, making the man's eyes widen. "Sorry, I—"
"No, it's okay," he interjected, smiling. "I deserve the cold tone anyway. I have been vile and wicked when we've last seen each other."
When you only stayed silent, he went on. "I just wanted to apologize for how I acted years ago. I know I do bad things sometimes but what I did to you was horrible. You did not deserve that. Wanda did not deserve that. I know how you loved each other, and I realized then I couldn't compete with that."
You froze, nerves wracking up, wondering if Wanda had told him all along that something happened between you.
A brief awkward silence passed through, before you sighed. "It's ten years ago. I . . . It's in the past now. Marriage makes couple do crazy things just to keep it alive."
Vision's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No, I mean, I broke the two of you apart. That's inexcusable, I know, I was even cheating on her, and our marriage was already at its end at that time. It's just that I was mad, insecure what could you possibly have that I don't—"
"What do you mean you broke us apart?"
Vision stared at you, perplexed. "I thought Wanda had told you. . . I made a threat on your education if she wouldn't end things with you. It's horrible, I know—"
"You did what?"
"I made Wanda end things with you," Vision said. "Just for you to graduate—"
Vision wasn't able to finish his sentence when you punched him so hard on the face, his nose bleeding from said action. "I. . . I deserve that as well," he said, nursing his nose. "I'm really sorry, Y/n."
A DIM LIGHT could be seen from inside the shop, but you couldn't get yourself to move. Wanda could be home as you stared at the door that had a Closed sign displayed on it.
You see shadows moving inside but maybe the tears on your eyes were only playing with you, making you see things that wasn't there.
Then you could see Wanda behind the glass door with a bewildered expression.
"Y/n!" Wanda yelled when she opened the door. She hurriedly grabbed you to get inside the shop. You were soaked through, drenched from the storm that was still going on, your shoes creating squishy sounds.
"What the hell are you doing under the rain in the middle of night?!" she scolded you, leading you through a flight of stairs behind the shop. "You could have called me when you plan to visit."
Warm light greeted your eyes when you entered Wanda's apartment. It was a cozy place and very Wanda. You haven't been inside her apartment before, which was just located on the top floor of her flower shop. She had always told you where she lived but you never dared visit her until that night.
She left you by the doorway as she went to her bathroom. Coming back with a large towel in her hands, she then placed it around your wet hair, motioning for you to bow your head down so she could dry it.
The act of endearment brought even more tears down your face. There was complete silence in the room, and when she heard you sniffling, she stopped.
Wanda lifted your face as she cradled you gently, worry shown on her face as she could see your eyes red.
"What's wrong?" Her gentle voice made you cry a little more. Wanda carefully wiped your tears from your cheeks. "Did something happen at the event? I was planning to go, but I'm not sure I'd get in without an invitation."
Of course, you hadn't invited Wanda because you weren't sure what she was in your life yet.
"Vision," you said, making the woman freeze. "I met Vision."
She swallowed nervously. "What did he do?"
You wiped your tears from your face, making Wanda let go of you. She didn't dare break the space and respected it as you pulled back. "Vision told me. . . Vision told me how he made you end our illicit affair. . . Is it true?"
Wanda paused as she avoided your eyes before nodding. "It is."
"Then why would you hide that from me?"
She looked back at you with tear stricken face. "Because the path I've chosen. . . the words I've chosen to say to you that day were all mine, Y/n. Not Vision's." She sniffled. "I. . . I couldn't handle the thought that I was the reason you couldn't graduate. At first, I thought Vision would threaten me by taking custody of Billy and Tommy, but he knew he had no chance against it with evidences of him cheating. . . And the boys don't really love him that much, you know. So he did what he thought he had an edge, that would hurt me. I said very terrible and hurtful things to you because I knew it would be the only way you'd let me go."
Wanda exhaled a nervous breath, her voice shaky as she went on explaining. "But I realized then how harsh it was, what I did and how I did it. That was my biggest regret of my life, Y/n."
Licking to wet your lips, you said, "You could have talked to me, you know."
Wanda sniffled as she nodded. "I know."
"I would have listened," you went on. "I would have waited."
"I'm sorry." Wanda shook her head, her hands trembling on her sides as she remained on her spot, afraid of not respecting your space but she needed your warmth so much.
"Is it too late now?" Wanda croaked, now sobbing, her shoulders shaking.
"I. . . ," you swallowed a lump. "I think asking for some space right now is not something that I'd choose to do anyway."
She forced a tiny chuckle as she nodded fervently. "Do you want me to leave New York? I'd transfer my shop to—"
You shook your head no.
There was a long silence between the two of you, waiting for something, either the end or something more. The rain had now stopped falling outside the window. You now could hear the sound of Wanda's favorite tv show being played in the living room across the hallway.
Then you took courage to look at her, finding the brunette already looking at you.
"One chance," you muttered so softly, making Wanda sob in happiness as she walked closer, cupping your face as she pressed her forehead against yours.
"One chance," she confirmed, nodding as she chuckled breathlessly. You smiled back at her before she pushed her lips against yours. She smiled into the kiss when you kissed her back.
"One chance," she repeated.
"One chance."
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
"The wedding will start in an hour, Your Grace," Cersei's handmaiden announced when she knocked on her chamber's door. The Queen Mother was at the balcony overlooking the fields of Sunspear and the neighboring ocean, gaze fixed ahead on the ship that will bring them home after the wedding.
"I'll be out in a minute," Cersei replied, making the girl bow and left in a hurry. She drank a mouthful from her cup of wine, staring blankly ahead.
She knew she shouldn't be intoxicated during her daughter's wedding, but it was the only way she knew how to remain approachable around the Martells during the event, especially around you.
Her nails dug into the wooden rail as she tried to control her fury. Why did you have to keep the truth from her? Why did you have to betray her this way?
When another servant entered the room saying, "A raven came from your brother, Your Grace."
She motioned for the servant to come forward and hand her the scroll.
The Lannister woman's lips ticked upward into a smug smile the moment she unrolled and read the contents, knowing she could only trust her family and no one more. She knew Jaime would do everything to ensure the throne's safety. Their son's safety.
"I would like to be escorted now to the garden," Cersei said to the servant, as she placed the empty cup on the nearby table.
~~~
It was total torture to look at the woman you loved and couldn't do anything about it. You hadn't talked to Cersei since that very night, and you terribly missed her. Failed attempts to talk to the Queen Mother had been your task since then, but Cersei had always found ways to escape you.
Haunted by nightmares causing sleepless nights, you were so close to give up on Daenerys and surrender to Cersei alone. But you wanted to give your sister a chance. She was your own blood.
The wedding was held in the Water Gardens, where Trystane and Myrcella first met. And there Cersei sat at the royal seats, looking so elegant and beautiful in her shiny red and gold flowing dress, looking everywhere but you.
It was cruel to see how she completely ignored you as if you were one of the Dornish servants. Even others could tell the unspeakable tension between the two of you, it even caused an issue when you tried to explain the situation to Oberyn.
It's easier this way, Y/n, was what he said to you.
Maybe you and Cersei weren't just for each other. Just like two parallel lines, close but never meant to be together.
~~~
“Let it be known that Prince Trystane of House Martell and Princess Myrcella of House Baratheon, are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.”
As you watched the couple go through their lines, the corner of your eyes caught a sliver of unusual movement. One of the Dornish guards was acting out of the ordinary, even its uniform was poorly worn. You decided to ignore it, you had no time to think about decency at a time like this.
“I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days,” Trystane said as Myrcella spoke her line, “I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.”
There was a burning sensation in your gut telling you something was wrong. So when you looked back at that guard, he was no longer where you had seen him last, and had seem to neglect his position.
Your eyes began to search around. Until one corner, you finally saw him at one of the palace's balconies. Adrenaline filled you the moment you saw him nock an arrow that was pointed down towards Myrcella.
You made a run for it and jumped in front of the girl, pushing her to the ground as your arm took the hit. You let out a pained yelp, but you knew you need to act fast.
The attack brought a commotion amongst the guests, sending them scurrying towards the exits. Fighting then ensued.
With an injured arm, you unsheathed your sword as you yelled at Trystane to protect Myrcella, before heading towards where Cersei was seated.
As expected, the enemies had cornered Cersei, as if it was their plan all along when they managed to execute the poor Lannister guards protecting the woman. You fought your way through as you defended the Queen Mother, metals clashing against metals, blood splattering everywhere.
And when the last one fell down, you grabbed Cersei's arm as you led her to safety.
Another guard, who you knew was one of the Sand Snakes, blocked the exit. You let go of the Lannister woman as you fought against him valiantly, avoiding his attacks with mere luck.
"Cersei! Get back to the palace!" you shouted, pointing towards another hidden exit as you swung at the enemy. "Trystane's guards will protect you."
You couldn't paint Cersei's face. She looked so helpless as she was when you fought against the Mountain. She hesitated to leave your side. But the Queen's safety was the only thing in your mind at that moment.
Another pair of Sand Snakes came running from the exit, making you yell at Cersei again. "Leave now!"
This made the woman move and run towards the door you pointed. Thankfully, the Dornish guards had managed to eliminate the enemies in the garden and came to help you.
But the help you thought would be provided to you after defeating the Sand Snakes was the opposite, as the Dornish guards only pointed their spears at your throat, making you drop your weapon to the ground as surrender, confusion filling your head.
They tied your wrists behind your back then pulled you back inside the palace. Fear continued to grow inside you, knowing the inevitable.
~~~
"I can't believe you'd betray me like this," Doran began. "My very own blood."
Oberyn was kneeling before him, his hands tied up behind his back the same as yours. Ellaria, your guardian father and some of the Martells and Sands accomplices were kneeling next to Oberyn and you.
The outdoor courts were seldom used in trials. Today would be the exception, knowing what the Prince had on his mind.
Your eyes searched for the Lannisters women and found them safely beside the Prince's guards, Myrcella beside Trystane, and Cersei behind Myrcella.
"The Lannisters are the true enemy, brother," Oberyn replied. "You knew that from the start, yet you're the one who betrayed us."
Cersei's cold face as she avoided your eyes made you lose any hope to what was happening at the moment.
"I expected better from all of you, but to harm a young girl in my land, is treason enough," Doran said. "We don't harm young girls in Dorne."
"Girls are always harmed everywhere," Ellaria interjected, her voice cold as she glared at the Lannister. "Tell them, Cersei! Tell them how you have one of our daughters in your cells, captured against her will!"
It made you glance back at the woman. Surely Cersei had her own reasons for doing that. But knowing Cersei, she could just be a hateful woman.
The woman only maintained a cold facade, unaffected by the accusations. Doran went on as if nothing happened.
"You knew what this means, right?" Doran stood, motioning towards his trusted guard who immediately headed to the weaponry to retrieve his sword. "Any act of treason is punishable by death."
Everyone who witnessed expelled murmurs of disbelief and wonder. Shedding blood in Dorne was unknown for ages. But Doran had gone mad.
You swallowed nervously as you stared at the ground. This is it. Your death.
"How could you?!" Oberyn protested as he was the one being pulled forward by one of the Dornish guards, then Ellaria, then you.
You saw a movement from the corner of your eye, Cersei walking towards Doran as she whispered to his ear things you couldn't hear. Doran only waved her away, dismissing her. Cersei's stature changed as she went hectic.
"Any act of treason," Doran reiterated, ignoring the Queen Mother. "Is punishable by death. I have told Y/n about it—"
"She protected me!" Myrcella countered, stepping beside her mother. "She took the shot!"
"A shot she knew was happening!" Doran said.
"She had no idea! She's not involved with our plans!" Your guardian father stood, making everyone silent. "Have mercy on her. If not us, just her. . . Your very own daughter!"
Shocks filled the entire court. Cersei's eyes went back to yours then back at Doran, disbelief displayed on her face.
Doran only froze, his eyes finally meeting yours.
"Have you never wondered? What with the multiple times you spent with Rhaella in the Capital as she was being punished by the Mad King, comforting her, and protecting her?" your guardian father continued.
"Rhae- . . . Rhaella said," Doran stuttered now avoiding your eyes. He almost staggered back without the help of his cane. "Rhaella said she lost her child. Our child."
"And why do you think she did that?" Oberyn butted in. "It's because you had gone mad, brother. She was planning to tell you before before she left for Dragonstone. But she said you had changed. You supported the Baratheon's assassination plans to execute all Targaryens just to secure your land in Dorne. You were involved in the slaughter of Targaryen blood, if I do so recall. She only protected your own daughter from . . . you."
"She . . . is no daughter of mine," Doran hissed. "Our child was unborn."
Your eyes shutted on their own, fighting back tears. You had been rejected before but never like this, causing tremendous hurt not yet encountered. By your real father. By Cersei. By the entire Martells.
Cersei could see you avoiding everyone's gaze and somehow she felt the urge to go to your side and comfort you. She was mad at you for lying to her, but not to cause your own demise. She couldn't live to the thought of losing you like this.
You didn't deserve it. She knew deep down inside you weren't involved in the attack. She wished she could convey this message to you, if you could only lift your head and look back at her. But you didn't meet her gaze anymore.
Oberyn then moved forward. "Then let us leave in peace. If not us, just let Y/n leave. She doesn't deserve your wrath. She's innocent. Just because she's partly Targaryen doesn't mean she's like the Mad King."
"No!" Doran was fuming. "I will not stand to false gossips! You're only prolonging the execution, distracting me." He looked at his trusted guard. "Proceed!"
Cersei immediately stepped forward, holding Doran's arm."Stop this nonsense! King Tommen would not agree to this! They should be given trial in King's Landing!"
"I do what is pleased in my own land, Lady Cersei," Doran insisted, brushing her hand off him.
"If this is still your land after King Tommen finds out what you did," Cersei threatened coldly. "He could have you beheaded for acting on your own without consulting his counsel."
Trystane came forward with Myrcella. "Father, Y/n saved my betrothed. At least, she deserves a fair trial."
The commotion were getting loud as you all that were acquitted guilty were being dragged into the pits waiting for execution. You were pushed to the ground by one of the guards, making you close your eyes as you waited for cold steel against your neck, as you waited for the end.
It didn't come. There was a beastly growl coming from a distance that made everyone freeze and look at the sky.
"Nymeros," you whispered, opening your eyes as you lifted your head to look up.
Nymeros appeared at the courts, flapping its wings against the ground before it landed right in front of you. When it roared in anger, the Dornish guards stood back, the weapons of some even slipping from their hold.
The guests were frozen for another second before they all scattered to run away from the pits.
Doran then ordered, "Attack!"
But the attacks were only extinguished by flames when Nymeros blew towards them, Dornish soldiers running ablaze screaming in pain.
When it moved forward towards Prince Doran, Doran only cowered in fear.
Then Nymeros looked at the Lannisters, at Cersei, snorting breaths of smoke her way. Cersei had never been terrified and amazed at the same time. She couldn't find herself to move. Dragons, the witch had said.
But Nymeros didn't attack her as the dragon continued to smell the Queen Mother, who only stood her ground.
"Nymeros!" you called, making the dragon look back and turn towards you. "Leave them be!"
Cersei then realized it was you, the reason the dragon didn't attack her. It was your dragon.
"Leave us, Y/n," Oberyn said beside you. "Leave for Dragonstone. Queen Daenerys, your sister, will be waiting for you."
"I can't just leave you all here," you answered.
When Doran had ordered another attack, Oberyn then insisted. "You're our only chance! I will convince my brother, don't worry about us!"
"Just go, Y/n!" your guardian father yelled and you could see he was holding back his tears.
You immediately climbed unto Nymeros' back when you saw a long huge spear being readied by the Dornish guards, preparing for the attack.
Your eyes met Cersei's one last time, and you knew then she was sorry as you also were. Sorry that love wasn't enough for the two of you who were not meant to be together. A lion and a dragon were not a good pair.
"Sōvēs!"
Nymeros then jumped and flew to the sky, away from Sunspear castle, away from Dorne. Away from Cersei.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
"I dare you to make out with Steve," Tony challenges Bucky, making everyone roar in laughter.
"That's not fair! They're already going out!" Sam counters as the couple happily kiss one another.
"Okay, Steve, your turn," Tony says.
"Mmmm," his eyes scan through all of you before she settles at Carol. "Carol, truth or dare?"
"Truth," she speaks too quickly, "I don't want to be smooching you all tonight."
This earns another round of laughter. "What's your body count?"
"Four," she replies proudly, chugging from her cup of beer.
"Who?"
Carol only laughed, shaking her head. "I already gave an answer. It's my turn now." Then her gaze lands on you, making you swallow nervously, drifting towards your hand linked to Wanda's. "Wanda!" she calls, making the brunette jump from her seat.
"Truth or dare?"
Wanda glares at her friend, knowing what she'll be asking when she would say truth, and she doesn't want to admit to anyone how she likes you so bad just yet.
"Dare," she answers.
"I dare you . . . ," Carol says, raising her eyebrow, "to spend seven minutes inside that small toolshed with . . . Y/n."
This makes the brunette let go of your hand as she replies, "That's—"
"Oh, oh! No backsies!" Natasha teases. There's a lot of commotion as Wanda argues with her friends, and others saying 'rules are rules'. But Wanda is nervous because you haven't moved from your spot since. Now, she's growing more insecure each second longer. Do you not want her?
"You don't have to do it, Y/n," Wanda mutters to you. "Carol is just being Carol."
"It's—"
"If you don't want it, I can take on that offer," Vision suggests, chuckling as he attempts to stand up from the ground. His teammates cheer for him.
You could see Wanda uneasy, making you abruptly stand up faster than Vision. "It's okay."
Wanda smiles in relief, as she links your hands together again.
You have no idea why you joined their game of truth or dare in the first place but there you are being led by Wanda towards the small toolshed behind the beach house.
"We don't have to do anything," Wanda says when she locks the door. "It's just my silly friends being silly, you know."
You nod back, wishing you have brought yourselves drinks.
There is a full minute of just silence and staring as you both leaned your backs against the wall, across from each other. You're thankful the darkness in the shed hides how red your cheeks are, because even when she's covered in her robe, you're still able to see her in her swimsuit and it isn't helping your case.
"Would you believe I haven't have my first kiss yet?" Wanda breaks the silence.
"First kiss?"
"Not just a kiss. You know, first kiss kiss? A proper full on kiss."
The question makes you look at her as you shake your head no. "Not even in middle school?"
Wanda laughs. "There's probably times when I was in eighth grade, but I hardly remember it. And it's just a peck on the lips from people I don't see anymore, never the type of kiss you see in movies though. . . You know, I think the movies are exaggerating it. I don't believe kisses should look like you're devouring each other."
You laugh at Wanda's adorable revelation.
"Do you want to try it?" Maybe it is the alcohol in you that brings the boldness out of you.
Wanda's eyes widen before her lips turn into a smirk. The sight makes your knees weak. "Y/n Y/l/n, offering to give me my first kiss kiss. I'll be damned."
You chuckle nervously, rubbing the back of your neck feeling embarrassed. Your offer could destroy your friendship. You think of apologizing, taking it back as a joke, but when you look at Wanda, the way she stares at you, like a predator finally catching its prey, only render you speechless.
Wanda thinks she should react quickly, she barely has enough time to have you all to herself.
"But," she says, now stepping closer, "who am I to refuse such a great offer?"
She pauses before you, waiting for you to make the first move. Trying to remember the movies you've watched and books you've read, you start to nervously lean forward then gently cup her face.
"Are you sure?" you ask, doubting if you're taking advantage of her.
Yet the way you're being a gentlewoman only turns her on.
Wanda nods fervently as she grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling you towards her. When she presses her mouth against yours, the movies are definitely not exaggerating it. It's the most wonderful feeling Wanda has ever felt in her life as her eyes flutter shut.
You pull away against her will, your thumb pressing on her lower lip as you part her mouth open before you reconnect your lips on hers.
Wanda gasps from the action as she snakes her arms around your neck. When she feels your tongue enter her mouth, she welcomes you with desire, tasting you as she plays with your tongue. Your hands somehow end up on her waist inside her robe, the touch of your hand on her bare skin making her yearn for more.
Fuck. This is so good, Wanda thinks to herself even when no coherent thoughts are in her head right now as she almost devours you. And it's really true, Wanda wants to consume you as if you are her only lifeline.
It gets heated the longer you make out in the shed. Wanda hastily pushes you against the wall as she presses herself unto your body, her hands threading through your hair as she takes the lead, keeping you there.
A knock on the door makes both of you jump and pull away from each other, panting. "Time's up!" Carol shouts.
"Do you guys wish to extend?" Maria then teases from the outside.
"Yes!" Wanda shouts to her friends, before she impatiently pulls you back closer. "Kiss me again."
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
When Steve invites you to join their volleyball game in the pool, Wanda can't seem to take her eyes off you as you get rid of your shirt, gaze ogling over the skin you mercifully revealed.
When one of the seniors, Jane, whistles and says "Where have you been hiding all this time, Y/n?" , Wanda's mood suddenly changes as she almost swims over to where Jane is and pull her hair harshly for staring at you. She doesn't want anyone looking at you like that but her.
It isn't until Natasha nudges Wanda's side when she realizes she needs to toss the ball to start the game.
Your team wins the first round, and Pietro carries you on his shoulders as he parades you through the group while giving each of them high fives. Wanda smiles at how adorable you look, comfortable as if you are not scared of anyone anymore.
Then she realizes, when you grab a cup of beer after Pietro puts you down beside the pool, that you're slightly drunk.
When you see Wanda staring your way, you head towards her near the speakers, a slight sway in the way you walk.
"I'm here to ask how the losing team is," you joke, giving Wanda a cup of beer.
Wanda slaps your arm playfully, trying her best not to focus at your exposed stomach.
"Don't get too cocky," Wanda warns coyly as she accepts the cup, "We'll win the next round."
When the stereo plays a catchy song, Wanda abruptly pulls you. "Oh, I love this song! Let's dance!"
She grabs your drink and places it on a nearby table along with hers then snakes her arms around your shoulders as she dances to the beat.
You can't stop smiling, your face hurts as you twirl the girl before you, dancing and laughing with her. Before long, your classmates begin to join as well. You dance with her for a couple more songs before the song switches to a slower beat.
Wanda slows down as she catches her breath, before leaning towards you.
"I'm happy you came," Wanda softly says, hiding her face at your side as she hugs you through the dance.
"I'm glad I did too," you admit, looping your arms around her body, smelling her shampoo and savoring how soft and smooth her skin feels against yours.
When Wanda pulls back slightly to look at you, you feel your heartbeat quicken. Everything seems to slow down around you. The sound of music becomes faint noise in the background as you hear your own breathing and the loud thudding of your heart.
Wanda isn't faring as well as she licks her own lips nervously, her eyes focused on your mouth alone. She leans forward so slowly and you feel yourself doing the same. There's probably an inch left and you can already feel the tip of her nose against yours until Steve blows a whistle to begin the second round, breaking the moment.
You two look like deers caught in headlights, embarrassed and guilty.
"I need to go check on Pietro."
"Nat's probably looking for me."
You both say at the same time, letting out nervous chuckles as you pull away from each other.
Wanda might have a word with Steve later for disturbing the moment.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
"Ooohhh, Wanda came prepared," Natasha teases her bestfriend, who's busy watching herself on the mirror while picking what swimsuit to wear for tomorrow's Seniors outing.
Wanda has no trouble choosing before, she knows she looks just amazing as she is in a cheerleader's uniform.
But when she found out you'd be going to said event, she wanted to look perfect for you that your eyes wouldn't stray to anyone else.
"Wanda, you've tried out a couple already," Maria comments. "Give it a rest. Y/n only has eyes for you, you know that."
Her friends have managed to convince her to stop trying out different sets of swimsuits. She picks the navy blue one giddily.
But when she sees Christine in a skimpy dark red swimsuit the following day, Wanda should have chosen better.
You on the other hand is fully clothed as you are busy taking pictures of everyone.
"Look at all these hot babes," Yelena says, making you turn to glance at who she is talking about.
And as if in slow motion, Wanda walks in with her friends wearing the sexiest two piece that makes your mouth almost water.
Yelena notices you staring as she jokes, "Close your mouth or a fly could get in."
You ignore your friend laughing your way as you turn back to Wanda's direction. She is now talking to Vision, the school's basketball team captain rather animatedly while the guy places his arm around her shoulder.
The sight makes you hurt so you decide to walk away from the pool, making Yelena wonder why you're leaving.
"Okay, I guess, the ocean's view is beautiful," Yelena mutters when she sees you taking photos of the seashore instead.
Unbeknownst to you, Wanda has been looking for you for quite a long time now. At least, she sees Christine talking to someone else other than you. But then she catches your friend Yelena going inside the beach house to replenish her drinks.
"You seen Y/n?" Wanda asks.
Yelena purses her lips. "Somehow enjoying the ocean's view over there."
Wanda smiles as she thanks the blonde girl, before running towards your direction.
When she sees your back as you look through your camera's photos, she creeps behind you before she covers your eyes with her hands.
"Guess who?"
The angelic laugh of Wanda makes you smile from ear to ear as you turn.
"I thought you couldn't come," Wanda adds, smiling. You try to avoid looking at her below the neck.
"Change of plans," you say, "And Piet needs some photos for this month's issue. You know how dedicated he gets."
"Come on, let's meet the others," Wanda says as she threads her fingers through yours and pulls you to the pool's direction.
"I don't know, Wands," you reply, letting the girl lead the way, "I'm not really good with crowds."
"Don't worry," she assures you with a sweet smile on her face. "I won't leave your side."
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
"Any second now," you whisper to Wanda, unaware the brunette hasn't left your side so close to your face as you handle the telescope before you. And the sound of your sweet soft voice whispering through her ear makes Wanda want to just grab you for a kiss.
"There." You lean back, allowing Wanda to look through the telescope.
"Wow, that's the space station?" Wanda asks in awe. "It's so small."
"Yep, but in reality, it's the size of a full length football field."
"How long do we see it in the sky?"
"Just for a few minutes, then we won't be able to see it until next month."
"It's gone," Wanda says, leaning back.
"It just moves fast. Let me." You move forward to fix the view, your hand touching hers giving Wanda goosebumps. And Wanda doesn't want the feeling to end.
She likes seeing you like this, fascinated about space and sharing what you love with her. She yearns to reach out for you. You are so close yet so far and unreachable. If you could only turn your head slightly to your right, you'd meet her waiting lips.
Until the moment is disrupted by Christine as she pulls you to her side, asking what she is seeing through her telescope.
And you are too nice to refuse.
Wanda would have just kept her cool if it wasn't for the evil smirk Christine was sending her way.
Wanda knows she has to act fast, so she looks for Pietro who is on his phone at the time, sitting beside Yelena who was playing a boardgame with another student.
Wanda then tells Pietro about someone from her cheerleading team commenting about the awful change in the design of the school's newspaper, making him instantly worry and call for Christine for an urgent discussion.
She chuckles giddily as she skips back towards you. You pull away from the telescope, noticing Wanda is beside you instead of Christine. You give Wanda a smile as she mirrors it back.
"What's in the other room?" Wanda asks as she starts to walk towards it.
You follow her. "Pictures taken from the Hubble and James Webb Space Telescope. "
"Fascinating," Wanda says as she touches the image. "Are you here quite often?"
"Not much. Pietro found this place and it kinda became a spot where we hang out most of the time."
She smiles at you, finding you immobile in the center just staring at her. She then avoids your gaze when she blushes.
"Is this really in space?" Wanda touches a photo beside her which looks like a large round green explosion.
You then approach her. "That's the Ring Nebula, a nebula appears when a star is in its dying stage, releasing various chemicals around it creating that much light. James Webb took a clearer picture of it. Actually, it reminds me of you."
Wanda curiously looks at you. "How?"
"The green in your eyes," you explain shyly. "It's kinda like looking into Aurora Borealis. Sometimes, I get lost looking at them."
Wanda freezes as she feels her heart race. Did you just flirt with her? Of course, you did.
She leans forward slowly, thankful you're not pulling back. Is this going to be her first kiss with you?
But then Pietro walks into the room and asks further what other comments Wanda's team has on the newspaper, with a smirking Christine in tow.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
"Hey, Y/n!" Wanda greets you when they finished their performance. "How did we do?"
You swallow nervously, hand instinctively rubbing the back of your neck as you shyly reply, "It's amazing, Wands. You did great."
Wanda smiles giddily from ear to ear as she approaches closer. "How about you and I—"
"Wanda!" The basketball guy called, as he runs towards both of you. "We're having this party at my house after the game. I'd like to invite you and the rest of your team." Then he looks at you. "A friend of Wanda can come too, you can share the photos of our game to us."
You feel the ick towards the guy and you hate it.
"I'll tell Nat about it," Wanda replies, ecstatic. When he leaves, Wanda turns to you. "You're coming too, right?"
"Oh, I . . . I have to do this . . . stuff back home," you excuse poorly. "You should go, you guys deserve it."
Wanda's shoulders slump so low. "But I want you there. Please."
And she is doing that adorable puppy eyes towards you as you internally fight your own reasoning. Then your eyes catch the guy humping over the ball sexually as he talks and laughs with his teammates and you feel disgusted.
"Parties are not really my thing," you say, making the brunette frown even deeper. "You make a good couple, you know."
"What? Who?" Wanda turns around and sees Vision being gross, she wants to vomit. "Vision?"
"Y/n!" Pietro calls, his arm around your shoulder. "Yelena and I are heading to the observatory, if you wanna come. Christine will be there too."
Wanda's demeanor changes as she glares at her brother. "Wanda, you can come too, if you prefer nerding out about the stars and the moon."
Wanda only falls silent.
"Bye, Wands," you say, forcing a weak smile her way. Then Pietro pulls you away from her.
After a couple of minutes waiting for Pietro and others before heading to the observatory, you find Wanda skipping towards you, changed in a yellow sundress.
"Is it okay if I join you guys?"
You can't help but smile. "You're always welcome, Wands."
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
Eyes scanning along the cheerleaders dancing at one of the school's basketball games, you finally find the beautiful brunette you have been crushing on for months.
You still have not plucked up the courage to ask Wanda out. You stand no chance against the number of suitors she has every time you see her in the school's cafeteria.
"I'm bitchin', great hair,
the boys all love to stare."
Wanda carries the team's choreography of the cheerdance so well, making the crowd roar in support. She brings the light in every game. You hear cheers from the basketball team, especially from their captain, a guy with blonde hair. You saw him once giving Wanda a bouquet of flowers and you knew you stand no chance against a jock. Wanda would be stupid to stoop so low to be with you.
But there are times during your walks together that makes you think there's a small tiny bit of chance she might like you back.
"I'm wanted, I'm hot,
I'm everything you're not."
You take a couple of pictures from their acts and you swear you see Wanda looking straight at you in your camera's viewfinder. You lift your head to glance back but Wanda appears to be looking towards the crowd.
"I'm rockin', I smile,
and many think I'm vile."
Your eyes linger longer on the smooth way she dances, her body flexible as she moves. She even manages to jump so high professionally and with little effort, knowing her team would catch her in perfect timing.
"We act like we're on speed.
hate us 'cause we're beautiful,
but we don't like you either
......we're cheerleaders!
......we are cheerleaders!"
And when Wanda does a toe touch jump, you find yourself motionless, your mind swimming with naughty imaginations you feel bad having for the girl.
"Did you manage to take that? That jump could make this month's headlines," Pietro says.
"Sorry," you quickly apologize, "There was bad lighting."
And you wish Pietro doesn't figure out you were just checking out his sister.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
Pietro has consulted his friend Christine who's into graphic design to help improve the layout of the school's newspaper. And that means afterclass meetings with the group, especially between the two of you.
Through time spent together, you and Christine turn into somewhat friends but she only talks to you often even if Pietro is around. You don't put much thought into it, until one afternoon when she asks you out on a date.
"Oh," is all you can reply at first, reasoning afterwards that you have no plans to date for the meantime and to focus on studies first. Although, in your heart, there's already a reserved space for the one and only Wanda. And she's still occupying that space.
Christine however is not sad when you turn her down. It only spurs her determination.
The relentless flirting from Christine does not stop, and even Pietro has noticed it during meetings.
He brings it up by mistake one Saturday night to Wanda when they two have dinner alone together, not knowing Wanda likes you that way.
"What do you mean?" Wanda snaps.
Pietro wonders why his sister's mood suddenly changes. She was just happy narrating earlier about her walk home with you.
"Christine has been flirting with Y/n during our afterclass meetings and it's bothering me whether I made the right decision inviting her to the group. I don't want Y/n to be uncomfortable and all."
Wanda falls silent, thinking about you. No, she totally does not accept this. You are hers and only hers.
"And how did she react?"
Pietro purses his lips. "I can never tell with Y/n. Maybe, I'm just the one bothered. I just want this month's issue to be great, you know. And if my staff is not one hundred percent focused, I might even lose the next month's budget increase."
And her brother's answer doesn't sit well in Wanda's stomach.
She has to know from you. That's why on Monday, she dashes towards the school's darkroom with the "Do Not Enter" sign on the door to look for you.
"Piet?" you call into the darkness, looking behind you only to find his sister. "Oh, hi, Wanda."
"Are you and Christine going out?" Wanda asks, fuming.
You stutter, "No, why would you think that?"
"Do you like her?" she asks, now avoiding your gaze.
You shake your head no. "No, I don't."
Your answer softens Wanda's composure, making her look at you. Her heart soars with delight. "That's. . . That's good."
"Why do you ask?" You approach her.
"Nothing," she hurriedly replies. "I got to go. I have an 8am Biology class."
Confused, you find yourself nodding back. "Okay."
Wanda smiles as she brushes a strand of hair over your ear, making you blush. "You look more beautiful with your hair down like this."
You are thankful the darkness hides your red cheeks.
Then she leaves you there frozen. It isn't until Pietro arrives when you realize you still have work to do.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link. Thank you so much. ❤
Holding off another moan, you curled your fingers into a fist as you clutched against the sheets tightly. Early in the morn, when the sun hadn't greeted the horizon yet, Cersei started to torture you with her mouth as you laid on the bed.
She was having a way with your cock at her own leisurely pace and you weren't allowed to touch her.
One wrong move and she'd stop whatever she was doing.
Cersei's hand lazily stroke your hard shaft up and down, while she occasionally licked the length, her eyes trained on you watching your every reaction.
Your cock twitching against her hold brought a proud smirk on the Queen's face.
"Cersei," you moaned, "I don't think I can hold it anymore."
She only chuckled softly, her hand wrapping tight around you, making you pull the sheets.
Cersei stared at you as she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking lightly, then letting go.
"I enjoy this so much," she said, her hand never stopping.
You laughed, only to be cut off with another moan as she nipped the tip. "I . . . I can tell."
When you came for the nth time that day, you pleaded rest for an hour making the Queen Mother laugh.
"Clearly, I overestimated your stamina," Cersei said, chuckling as she laid down next to you. "You seem to be getting old."
You joined in laughter, still breathless, wrapping your arm around the woman as you placed your head on top of her stomach. "Father has just been exhausting me from training."
Fighting your eyelids from drooping to sleep, you began caressing the skin of her upper thigh, mesmerized by the creamy color of her skin.
"I see you've been obtaining injuries as well," Cersei added, her fingers carefully dancing around the fresh wound you got on your shoulder from falling a number of times riding Nymeros.
You wished to tell Cersei everything, about you being a Targaryen, about the dragon, about Daenerys, wanting nothing to hide from the woman anymore. But it was a story for another time, as you started to pepper kisses on her lower stomach past the faint blonde hair above her cunt down to her dripping center.
"Y/n—"
Seeing the Lannister woman like this was what kept you from telling the truth. Oberyn's warning still hadn't left your mind, doubting Cersei would still choose you if she only knew. And you didn't want this to stop just yet.
~~~
Nymeros had been patient with you. If it wasn't for the Targaryen blood running through your veins, you knew you'd be burned to ashes for how poorly you had trained with the dragon.
The dragon had no experience when it came to battles, having been imprisoned inside the cave for decades. At first, you were afraid how Nymeros would react to the outside world, seeing him hesitant from stretching his wings. But it didn't stop Nymeros from flying across the sky the second it saw birds flying in groups. Later on, you let it wander around near places with you on its stead.
Besides keeping a low profile training in deserted islands near Sunspear, it was a challenge training the dragon.
You had no idea how monstrously huge Nymeros was out in the open and against the sun. The wings could create a tsunami if the dragon wanted to and the talons could tear skin through bone if one would suffer such misfortune.
It had been a living dream to be able to ride a dragon, let alone petting and ordering it with what few High Valyrian words you learned. You just wished you could share all your tales to the woman you loved.
Uneasy with the way your days had been going with Nymeros, Oberyn and your guardian father had been silent on their own, always changing the subject whenever you tried to bring up how things were with Daenaerys.
You knew they had only been contacting in secret so as not to catch any attention from Prince Doran, yet it didn't lift your spirits up having been kept out of the discussion.
The marriage between Trystane and Myrcella was to push through. Servants and other guests were busy as they began with the preparation, with other houses flocking to Sunspear to witness the union of two strong houses.
However, there was something in your gut telling you to keep wary of Myrcella's safety as she chose a number of colorful wedding dresses with her mother inside her chambers. So you picked one of your trusted guards to keep them company at all times.
It was when Prince Doran called for you when you realized you had underestimated his patience.
"I believe your father has been a great influence on my brother Oberyn, and I'm truly grateful for that," Doran began. "But if something I have been forbidding happens anytime soon, trust me when I say I can never be forgiving on second chances."
"I am not—"
"Do you think I'm not aware of what's happening with the Sands' rebellion in the open desert? I have eyes and ears, Lady Y/n."
Your eyesbrows furrowed deeper.
"That's why I called for you," he went on. "Because I trust you out of all would ensure the Lannisters' safety given your fondness over Myrcella's mother."
Swallowing a nervous gulp, you replied, "I promise not to let harm come their way, Prince Doran."
"I surely hope so," he said. "Treason is punishable by death. I've reminded Oberyn of it, but I trust you will talk some sense out of him and your father."
~~~
The creaking of bed and breathless moans filled the entire room in the middle of the night. Illuminated by the candle on the desk, the shadows danced passionately along the walls of the Dowager Queen's chambers.
Cersei's legs were wrapped around your waist as you pounded into her. Her nails dug behind your back, keeping you in the present. Your arms on both sides of her head, supporting you from resting your entire weight on the Queen.
When Cersei grabbed your face to hers as she pressed her mouth against your parted lips, you let out a strained moan.
Resting her forehead against yours, she looked into your eyes as she panted, "Marry me."
You opened your eyes wider, pausing your movements as you looked at her.
"What?"
Her fingers brushed along the sides of your lips before she clarified. "Marry me after my daughter's marriage. I want you beside me as I go back to King's Landing."
A smile slowly crept into your face as you continued to stare at the woman, wondering if it was the bliss from your lovemaking that made her confess to such a thing. But you treasured every moment of it.
"Are you—"
"I am sure," Cersei confirmed, chuckling softly seeing your adorable face. She brushed a strand of your hair over your ear before she cupped your cheek. "I've grown quite fond of you, my Lady, if you don't know that yet. . . Marry me and make me the happiest Lannister there is in Westeros."
You nodded back enthusiastically as you murmured against her lips. "Yes, yes, Cersei, my Queen, I will marry you."
And you swore you could hear happy sniffles from her end as she kissed you back, the movement urging you to continue thrusting into her.
When you both fell asleep from tiredness that night, with your head on her chest, you didn't notice Cersei's hands playing through your hair as she lulled you to sleep.
You didn't notice her lips pressing a longing kiss on top of your head, smelling your hair and loving it.
And you surely didn't hear the tiny whisper she made before she let sleep consume her.
"I love you, Y/n."
~~~
But all happy things would eventually come to an end.
Tywin's death had reached Dorne some time in the morning while you all were breaking the fast, somehow ending the bliss between you and Cersei. It was a week before Myrcella's wedding.
And it was Tyrion that delivered his father's untimely demise, surprising you. But you doubted if it was a setup when another innocent whore was also murdered in Tywin's chambers that night, not expecting Tyrion could do such a thing.
Cersei avoided you for two nights until you finally had enough. When she let you enter her chambers that night, you embraced the Lannister woman for comfort, ready to accept whatever insults she may have your way.
You knew the Queen felt it deep inside that you were to blame. If Tyrion was only executed, her father would still be alive.
"I'm sorry," you apologized, leaning your forehead against hers.
She sniffled as she pulled away from you. "It's going to be fine. My brother Jaime will hold the fort after our father's death. I trust he would advise Tommen just as wise as our father did."
You nodded, sitting beside the woman, waiting for her to permit you to touch her.
And you thought she never would when she rode you that night, coming on top of you for a few times with your hands tied to the bed posts, helpless.
When you both came for the final time, tired and out of breath, Cersei finally let you loose.
"I hope you know now how being kind is a form of weakness," she whispered as she laid on top of you. "And weakness only create multitudes of problems."
~~~
Why would you support a usurper?
It was the only thing in Cersei's head since she received a raven from her brother Jamie, how Varys was involved in helping escape Tyrion from King's Landing and how Jamie had overheard Daenerys has been waiting for your arrival in Dragonstone.
Were you keeping things from her? You of all people were the only Martell she could trust and yet you chose to betray her.
Saving Tyrion in exchange to her father's death, she would forgive you in an instant. But if what Jaime said was true, it was certainly unforgivable.
The Lioness could only grit her teeth as she crumpled the tiny scroll with Jamie's handwriting.
Of course, Jamie just wants to destroy whatever relationship Cersei has with you.
"Mother," Myrcella called, making Cersei look at her daughter. She could see the sheepish smile displayed on the younger Lannister. "Is something going on between you and Lady Y/n?"
Cersei forced a weak smile. "Wherever you hear this, my child?"
"People talk, Mother," she replied, giggling. "And before you deny any allegations, I would just like you to know that it's okay. You deserve to be happy too, Mother. With all the things going on, in King's Landing, my brother's death, the war across the narrow sea, I think we all do deserve to be happy at least once."
"How did you grow up so fast and get so wise?" Cersei said, smiling from ear to ear as she embraced her daughter.
There was little hope inside Cersei that Jaime was just being Jaime. Envious of you.
~~~
Making love with you was the only thing that kept the Queen Mother occupied and away from worries in the world. In your chambers or hers, there were only you and her, no one else.
"Y/n," Cersei moaned in your parted mouth, holding your head behind her and your hand that was gripping her hips.
The sound of wet skins slapping was the kind of music Cersei had grown accustomed to, your groan even more memorable as you thrusted into her cunt from behind.
"Cersei." One of your hands went to cup and squeeze one of her breasts, enjoying the way the woman's chest was rapidly rising and falling with every thrust you gave.
Cersei felt so wonderful having herself be fucked by you, your cock stretching her out, filling her good. It had immediately erased any thought there was in the Queen Mother's head, even her own name that kept on replaying in your mouth as you didn't dare stop.
When your fingers slipped forward to roll her swollen clit, Cersei lost her composure as she leaned forward and held tight against the sheets.
It felt so good, Cersei thought of speaking yet only whimpers and moans came out of her throat as she thrashed before you.
You weren't faring well as you held her ass and fastened the pace when you felt her clenching around your cock. And when she finally came, shuddering beneath you and juices dripping down both your thighs, you fell down on her back as you came just seconds after.
"Cersei, Cersei," you groaned, head buried into the back of her neck as you spilled more cum inside her. "I love you so much."
When you said it, the blissful smile on Cersei's face eventually disappeared as every thought and doubt began appearing inside her head.
The older woman crawled out from under you as she laid her back on the bed, making you wonder if you said something wrong. Laying next to her and still panting, you let out a chuckle in the silent night.
"I swore one of these nights, Oberyn may come down knocking on our door just to silence us out."
"Do you?" Cersei's sudden serious voice made you frown in confusion.
"Do I what?"
"Do you really love me?" she asked.
Breathless, you turned around to face her. "I do. I do love you, Cersei. What's wrong?"
Cersei licked her lips, denying any doubt she had seeing your innocent face. No, you wouldn't do such a thing towards her. You weren't that capable of hurting her, were you?
"Hey," you called again, caressing her cheek, bringing her to look back at you. "I can tell something's bothering you. You can tell me anything."
"It's stupid—"
"It's not stupid if it bothers you this much," you said.
Cersei regained her breathing before she spoke. "I received a letter from Jaime saying you and the Martells are set to meet and serve Daenerys in Dragonstone, make plans to overthrow my son from the iron throne," she sighed, "I know it's just one of my brother's ways of destroying what we have—"
You stiffened, making Cersei's eyes widen because she surely noticed it.
"It's not true, is it?" Cersei asked, her voice unsure.
You pulled back to a sit, looking before you, avoiding the woman's gaze.
"Y/n!" Cersei demanded. "It's not true, is it?"
She could see you troubled and the only instinct she had at that moment was to fight before you could move. You may had planned to murder her after the sex you had.
Fast as lightning, Cersei grabbed the dagger she gifted you from the table, straddled herself on top of you as she held it against your throat.
"Cersei—"
The cold steel pressed against your skin as she asked, "Is it true or not?"
"It's true," you replied, holding your hands up in the air in surrender. "It's true. But it's not what you think—"
"What I think is here I am not believing a word Jaime has said when I have every reason to," she spat coldly, leaning forward towards you as you pulled back from the weapon.
"Cersei, let me explain," you began. "Please."
The small drop of blood from your neck made the Lannister woman climb off you, hastily getting dressed.
"Cersei, listen to me," you said, dressing up as well. "Tommen is not the rightful heir—"
"How dare you use me—"
"I did not use you, Cersei. Believe me," you begged. "I do love you. I have loved you desperately. My heart calls your name. I swear my loyalty to you. You're my Queen."
There was a tiny pause before she laughed evilly.
"Is that what you call to one of your whores? My Queen of the Martell Chambers?!"
Cersei headed towards the door before you got ahold of her. "Cersei, I was planning to tell you."
"When? When you and I have already gotten married and I have no choice but to attack my son just because the true heir wants to sit on his throne?!"
"The iron throne belongs to Queen Daenerys —"
"I am your Queen!"
"You are, you are—"
"I was wrong," she said with a scornful tone. "Whatever this is, it's over."
And it broke your heart as much as hers did. She fought herself not to cry.
"You betrayed me," she said in a low voice, you almost didn't hear it.
"Cersei—"
"Stay away from me!"
"Cersei, she's my sister, I can't —"
"What?" Bewildered eyes met yours as you took a step forward towards her.
"Daenerys. . . She's. . . . She's my sister," you confessed, tears on your face. "I recently found out about it, I swear it was not my intention to betray you. I have no choice."
Cersei gritted her teeth as she tried to absorb the information.
Dragons, the witch had said. Cersei's greatest love and heartbreak. You.
"Then choose," Cersei said, her voice hitched.
"What do you mean?"
"Choose between me and her. Choose between me and Daenerys. "
"Cersei, it's not that easy—"
"Just choose!" Choose me.
But you only fell silent, lost on what to do. She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Once we leave Dorne," she started, "do not ever attempt to contact me. Do not ever set foot in King's Landing, for I will not hesitate to order the Kingsguard to have you beheaded for treason."
Cersei left, slamming the door harshly behind her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
When you see Wanda brush her arms from the cold, you immediately take off your hoodie then place it over the girl.
The sweet gesture makes Wanda all flustered, her fingers holding the hoodie around her, letting your scent infiltrate her senses. She may ask you later what perfume you use so she can smell you everyday. She may never return this clothing.
"Thanks," Wanda murmurs, making you smile back as you slip your hands into the pocket of your jeans.
You're happy Wanda said yes when you offered earlier to walk her home, finding out the engine of her car was broken. The school is not that too far from her village, which is also next to yours anyway.
"What are you listening to?" she asks sheepishly.
You pick one of the earbuds and hands it to her, the cord hanging between the two of you. Wanda immediately puts it in her ear and listens to the melody of the song.
"It's Lunar One by Seventeen Evergreen," you reply. "It's one of my favorite songs that I cannot get enough."
Wanda nods, appreciating the song. She'll add it to her Spotify playlist once she gets home.
"It's amazing. I love the chorus part," she adds.
You two are now walking so close to each other so Wanda can listen, even your fingers are brushing every now and then. Wanda longs for you to hold her hand, but that will be for another time as she enjoys your company.
Wanda wishes her father won't have to fix her car so soon so she can get to be with you every day.
The next day she has to convince her brother Pietro not to give her a ride home for she will be late practicing for cheer. And she smiles when she sees you at the library reading a book after the practice, knowing you are waiting for her.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
Thank you so much. ❤
You are taking pictures of random strangers passing the street when Wanda finds you outside the coffee shop.
Wanda can't help but admire the way you look. How you're so dedicated and passionate about photography. If it isn't for the school newspaper, you wouldn't get to be friends with the chief editor Pietro and he wouldn't have invited you at their residence. Wanda wouldn't have met you.
"Hi, Y/n!" Wanda greets you with a cheerful voice, one that brings sunshine inside you.
"Hey, Wanda," you reply, turning off your camera.
"What you doing?" she asks with a giddy smile on her face. She flashes her chest forward, remembering Maria's advice earlier to wear the revealing dress proudly.
And she reminds herself to thank her friend later when she catches your eyes briefly looking at her breasts.
"Oh, my mentor has told me about street photography and stuff, so I'm just testing my skills out. How was your day?"
Wanda blushes for she didn't expect you'd be interested in a cheerleader's life. "We did a new dance routine this afternoon."
"I can't wait to see it," you say. "I got us a table inside."
Wanda smiles as she loops her arm around yours, leading you inside the coffee shop.
Your breathing quickened as you try to maintain your cool. After sending a signal to your friend behind the counter, you lead Wanda to the table you reserved earlier.
You pull Wanda's seat before her, making the brunette blush even more.
Your friend Yelena starts to serve you the cheesecake and coffee you ordered earlier. "Enjoy your date," Yelena teases, "Wait, sorry, I mean your meal."
And you promise you'll scold your friend later for that.
"I hope you don't mind. I remember Pietro said your favorite is cheesecake and I believe your coffee order earlier is vanilla latte. I asked Yelena of your usual."
"Oh, Y/n, you didn't have to—"
"It's no trouble. I owe you one, remember?"
"Thank you," Wanda says happily. "This looks like a date. Are we on a date?"
You gulp, nervous. "I—"
Wanda then giggles. "I'm just teasing you. Relax."
And Wanda still imagines this is a date as you both talk about your day.
You show the pictures you have developed in the darkroom earlier with Pietro, oblivious that Wanda is finding any excuse there is just to touch your hand as you hand her the photos.
Author's note: I truly appreciate your continued support in reading my stories. You can help me create more stories by supporting my writing thru this link.
gummygunk
turnnoffyourmind
stormborns
blakekathryn
prguitarman