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Come Inside of My Hearth (Final Part - W.M.)

"Y/N."

At the sound of her voice, Y/N turned her head slightly but didn't fully face her.

"Oh, hey," Y/N murmured, voice thick, like she hadn't just been caught crying. Like she hadn't known exactly where Wanda had been the entire time.

But she had.

She'd felt Wanda's presence the second she stepped out of the room. Had sensed her trailing behind in the hallways, just barely keeping her distance. And when the compound door had clicked shut a second time behind her, she knew.

She assumed Wanda had heard everything.

Kate's words. Her words. G'iah's words.

The weight of it all pressed down on Y/N's chest, making it harder to breathe. It settled deep, constricting, as if invisible hands were tightening around her ribs, refusing to let go. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, loud and uneven, drowning out everything else.

Her hands trembled.

Her breaths came quicker, shallower.

No, no, no—

Not now.

Wanda shifted, hesitating for only a heartbeat before taking a step closer. Her voice was soft, almost unsure, as she spoke. "Y/N?"

Y/N couldn't answer. Her chest was tightening, her breaths coming in sharp, uneven gasps. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ground herself, trying to pull herself out of the spiraling panic. But it wasn't working.

And Wanda could see it.

Her own breath caught at the sight of Y/N unraveling right in front of her. The woman who was always in control, always steady, was struggling—and Wanda couldn't just stand there.

So she reached out.

Gently, carefully, she raised a hand, red wisps of energy flickering at her fingertips. She hesitated for only a second before letting them reach out—soft, warm, a gentle pulse wrapping around Y/N like a quiet embrace. The magic wasn't invasive, wasn't forceful. It simply hummed against her skin, a subtle, calming rhythm syncing with the erratic beat of her heart.

Slowly, Y/N's breathing began to even out.

The tightness in her chest loosened, just enough for her to take in a deeper breath.

The fog in her mind cleared, if only slightly.

It wasn't immediate, but she felt it—the steady, grounding sensation of Wanda's magic, soothing the storm raging inside her.

Y/N finally blinked her eyes open, her gaze meeting Wanda's. And that's when she saw it—the flicker of worry in Wanda's expression, the way her lips parted as if she were second-guessing herself.

"I—I'm sorry," Wanda stammered, pulling her hand back as if she'd been burned. "I didn't mean to—I shouldn't have—"

Y/N shook her head quickly, still catching her breath, but her voice was firm. "No."

Wanda froze.

Y/N swallowed, wiping at her damp cheeks before taking a step closer. Her voice was softer now, steadier. "You didn't overstep," she murmured. "You helped."

The tension in Wanda's shoulders didn't ease right away, but Y/N saw the flicker of relief in her eyes, the way she exhaled just a little deeper, as if she had been holding her breath.

"Thank you."

Wanda only nodded, though her gaze lingered on Y/N as if searching for any lingering distress. She wanted to ask if Y/N was okay, if she wanted to talk about it—but she also didn't want to push.