fighting immigration off with a stick

The pair of you were sat in your London apartment, sitting on the sofa watching whatever was on the TV when you fell into conversation out of sheer boredom. The topics began with you asking your girlfriend about how her training went, and she told you all about the antics the Arsenal women got up to that day. You chuckled at Leah’s retelling of events, often knowing she wasn’t exaggerating when it came to some of the stuff that actually happened.

But then the conversation flowed to you, the defender asking about your day. Sighing, you told her you were nervous for your upcoming tour. After having just released your third album a while ago, it had already been a hit and of course with that, meant a tour was bound to happen. Now the time was finally here where you would be playing a sold-out O2 in London to an insane number of people. This was easily the biggest night of your life so far, and the most anxiety inducing. Fame for the pair of you just seemed to grow and grow over the past couple of years, which meant the microscope was placed awfully close on your relationship. People don’t realise, but that kind of pressure has a tendency to cause cracks in a relationship.

“Seriously? Because I can totally pull out-“ Continuing your rambling, Leah shifted her body on the furniture to fully face you and slap her hand over your mouth.

“You done?” She quirked a brow and you nodded, signalling for her to remove her hand before you undoubtedly did something gross and licked it. “I mean it, Y/N. You won’t back out because it isn’t a big deal. It’s a bunch of songs you wrote during a bad time and people love them! You can’t disappoint them and not go out there to give them their money’s worth.”

Sinking into the sofa a little more, you shifted your gaze to look out of the window. Of course, Leah had told you she didn’t mind you singing songs you wrote during your breakup, but it was tough to believe it. The last thing you wanted to do was upset her, and you had already done that enough before.

“I know, but sometimes there’s more to this than just what other people think.” You began. “I promised you that I would never prioritise anything over our relationship again, and I don’t want me bringing up the past to ruin things.”

You finally turned to look at the blonde who had obviously been watching you the whole time. Her eyes scanned over your face before finally catching your gaze.

“This isn’t bringing up the past. You got your feelings out, and turned it into something amazing.” Leah told you, her hand reaching out and grabbing your own. Which was a nice change from slapping you over the mouth to shut you up. “I’m not gonna change the way I feel for you because you’re out performing songs you wrote during our breakup. Hell, I’ve heard them a dozen times before!”

“But you cried when you did!” You answered back, a playful lilt to your tone, which caused Leah to crack a smile. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

“Yeah because you wrote a fucking album about me, Y/N. An incredibly beautiful one at that.”

“But it was about our breakup.”

“It’s not like you called me a bitch or slagged me off. Did you forget what you wrote?” Leah quizzed, her tone now a lot more quiet and serious as she asked you that last question.

You fell silent for a brief moment, remembering the months you spent alone, without the love of your life. It was one of the hardest things you’ve ever been through, knowing that she wasn’t here anymore and there was a good chance she never would be. So you did what you do best, and wrote it all down straight from the heart. Initially you had no intentions of ever doing anything with those songs, since there was only a few and it was so personal, but the more you thought about it, and the more you realised the likelihood was that Leah had moved on; that maybe you should release the songs as an album. This is what songwriters were supposed to do, write something real people could relate to, and nothing is more relatable than heartbreak. Sure, it makes up 90% of the songs on the radio, but this was way more personal than that.

There had always been speculation about your relationship with Leah. About how you guys met, whether it was strictly platonic or not, but neither of you ever confirmed it because you never felt like you needed to. You weren’t exactly hiding, but you weren’t broadcasting it either. But with Leah’s win at the Euro’s and your success as a music artist, people were starting to get too involved with your relationship.

You and Leah had been together for two years until the breakup, which happened weeks after England’s European win, and it tore you up inside. Still in contact with a few of your mutual friends, like Katie McCabe, who had informed you completely by accident that Leah had moved on. The news blew your heart to smithereens, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be angry. You gave up on that relationship because you were afraid it would be too difficult to maintain, since both of your jobs took you to opposite sides of the world. Leah didn’t exactly fight for you either, but it was safe to say you were the one to put the final nail in the coffin of your romance.

Months and months with nothing from you, fans began to speculate on the breakup, but nothing could be confirmed. Truth was you had basically shut yourself off from the outside world and moved to Spain. You spent your time writing, and the outcome was ‘Smithereens’. The rather vague yet on the nose title felt right, and upon reflection and some self-healing, you had presented it to your record label and it was ready to release.

Until one night you got a text from a number you deleted.

I miss you.

Read 11:34PM

The phone practically fell from your hands. All of the feelings you thought you had overcome and healed from came flooding back like a tsunami. It changed everything. But you and Leah talked things out, with the English defender revealing that she had entered a relationship not long after the two of you had broken up, but it never felt right. So, Leah took a stab in the dark, and texted you and she still claims to this day it was the best decision she ever made. You both promised eachother it would be different this time around, that there wouldn’t be anything above your relationship, and you would work harder to maintain it. However, there was one small cog in the works that threatened to rip the rug out from underneath your feet.

The album.

In a frenzy in your Spanish home one night, you revealed what you had written and that the label planned to release it next week. You were on the verge of tears, thinking Leah would hate you. Thinking that you were trying to profit off the misfortune that befell your relationship. But instead, she calmly asked to listen to it, and with some convincing, you let her.  

In your home studio, you let the songs play out. Anxiously sitting in the corner, studying her every movement and facial expression as she listened to the melodies, your leg bounced restlessly, praying to whatever higher power that she wouldn’t storm out.

But she didn’t. In fact, she listened to the whole thing without a single word. As the last beats of the final song played out, you got up and turned the system off as Leah finally looked at you. Her eyes glistened as tears began to pool in her eyes. Your instincts kicked in and you rushed over to hold her, letting her emotions out on your shoulder as you held her tightly. Finally pulling away, she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie and spoke:

“I’m so sorry I made you feel this way.” Her voice cracked, and you frowned, shaking your head.

“No, no. You have nothing to apologise for. At all.” You told her sternly, chasing eye contact with her before you got it, finally locking her gaze. “This was my fault. I didn’t fight hard enough for us. This album, these songs…they’re the punishments for my own bad choices. I- I just need you to know that, okay?”

Leah nodded and slipped her cool hands up to your warm cheeks before pulling you into a kiss.

It had been a good few months since that moment, nearly a year. Leah could finally listen to the album now without crying, but still, you were worried that singing these sentimental songs to a live audience would reopen old wounds.

The night was finally here, and you were doing a soundcheck on stage in the O2 before the opening night of your show. The venue was empty, some security getting ready to put up safety rails knowing how crazy some fans could be, some sound techs tampering with lights.

You were instructed to play through the set as a warmup for the actual thing, and that wouldn’t have been a problem if the girl you had written the damn songs about wasn’t right in front of you, sitting at the end of the stage.

“Y’okay?” The blonde asked as you walked over to her, microphone in hand, sitting down beside her as your legs dangled from the edge of the stage.

“Nervous, a little more than usual.” You admitted with a huff, toying with the mic in your hands. You were only dressed in shorts and an oversized hoodie right now, whereas Leah was fully dressed in tight fitting trousers, complimenting black boots, a beige top and leather jacket.

“You’ll be fine.” Leah nudged your arm with her elbow.

“Oh, I know that.” You teased back, cockily, which earned you an eye roll. “It’s just weird singing about a breakup with a girl when she’s watching you from the side of the stage.” Leah let out a laugh at that, but before she could launch into a rant about how it was all in the past, you pressed your lips against her own, savouring the moment of having the love of your life sat on the stage you would sing your heart out on.

“Y/N! Do you wanna do a test run of one of the songs?” One of the event technicians called to you, ruining the sweet kiss you shared with Leah. You both pulled apart, now sporting a rather irritated grin at being interrupted, to which Leah smirked, her eyes wandering elsewhere to avoid bursting out laughing.

“Sure.” You shrugged. Pushing yourself up, you walked over to the tech and picked one of the songs. Before you made your decision, you looked at Leah, who was still gazing out into the empty arena, before selecting one you think would be best.

The speakers made some strange noises, like they were being turned on, and Leah turned around.

“Hang on, dickhead! I need to move.” Leah shouted, but you shook your head.

“Stay right there or you’ll ruin it.” You instructed, and the song began to play.

Leah swore she was about to get up anyway, swivelling around to stand up on the stage, but the song you had chosen left her stuck in her spot. You smirked devilishly, knowing that it was a good choice, her favourite. Clearing your throat, the first verse began.

Swear I couldn't sleep a wink last night No point in turning off the lights Not the same without your head on my shoulders Growing pains, but I don't wanna get older Almost like we left it all on read

As you sang, you took several steps closer to where she was sat, not daring to take your eyes off the girl you were practically serenading in this empty arena.  

Couple feelings never laid to rest Didn't know that the party was over And it's true that I need you, get closer

Leah had heard this song plenty of times, but hearing you sing it in person, in front of her was totally different. This was about her, for her. Your steps had finally taken you close enough to her, where you basically towering over her.

Burning photos, had to learn to let go, whoa I used to weep Somebody in another skin (another skin) I heard that you're happy without me And I hope it's true (I hope, I hope it's true)

You took the small break in the song as opportunity to sit down in front of her. A deep breath was let out before the next lines, knowing they were the most crushing to write.

It kills me a little, that's okay 'Cause I'd die for you You know I'd still die for you

It was a strange feeling, singing a song about watching the love of your life move on with someone else, knowing there was nothing you could do about it.

I hope you're getting everything you needed (needed) Find the puzzle piece and feel completed (completed) Just wanted you to know every reason Hope you really know that I mean that Couldn't see the forest from the trees The only time we speak is in my dreams

You never had any ill-will toward Leah and her at the time partner, since you had no right to be. Despite how much it hurt, you would love her even if she wasn’t yours, and do anything for her to be happy, even if it meant letting you go.

Burning photos, had to learn to let go I used to weep Somebody in another skin (another skin) I heard that you're happy without me And I hope it's true (I hope, I hope it's true)

Your free hand reached out and shifted to tuck a stray piece of Leah’s hair that had fallen out from behind her ear, studying her eyes as the once again welled with tears.

It kills me a little, that's okay

You sang the last few lines to her, like there was no one else in the room but you two. You needed her to know that no matter what had happened, you still loved her. You always would. She had left an irremovable mark on your heart that would follow you forever.

'Cause I'd die for you You know I'd still die for you

The song trailed off, and once again, like the first time she had heard it, tears began to flow.

“You promised you wouldn’t cry!” You complained, falling back dramatically as you switched off the mic and dropped it to the side. Lying on your back, you heard Leah laugh and sniffle, before a familiar warm body collapsed on top of you, wrapping arms around your side.

“I can’t believe you wrote that for me.” She whispered in your ear, allowing you to put your hands on her back and hold her close on the stage.

“I wrote several for you, in case you forgot.” You chimed in, getting a slap on the head for your comment. “I’m kidding.”

You both sat up, but this time with Leah basically sat on your lap. Her arms around your neck, yours placed on her waist.

“I love you. Always have, always will.”

“I love you too. Always have, always will.”

There came no reply to your pleads to talk, and eventually you were going to have to give in and let Wanda have the space she had requested. But you wanted to show her you weren’t going to give up that easily, that she meant more to you than some stupid fear.

“Let me out! I will get us back inside.” Khaos spoke in your ear, and you shook your head, frowning.

“There’s no point. She’s pissed and wants space.” You sighed, letting your gaze fall to the floor. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

Your symbiote chuntered in your ear, some expletives thrown around, but you had learned to ignore the mumblings and berating that often came from the alien whenever she disagreed with you. Beginning to move away from what was your home, but not for tonight, your feet carried you wherever they ended up. Hopefully at a bar, but you knew that wasn’t going to help you get back into your wife’s good books.

It was a stupid disagreement. Something you wished you had never even argued about, but it was bound to happen eventually.

Feeling cold and a little bit sorry for yourself, you had no idea where to go, especially not this time of night. Until Khaos had an idea.

“Let us go to the Russian’s apartment. She will know what to do.” She told you, and to be honest, it seemed like a solid idea. You knew what awaited you, which made you cringe a little bit. A lot of shouting, calling you an idiot which you already knew you were. But Natasha was smart, life smart. She would know how to approach this best. At least you hoped she had something more for you than a Russian rant.

Natasha’s apartment remained in a fancy part of Manhattan, so walking from the suburbs would take you a long time. Khaos offered to take you there faster, to which you initially denied, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself. But you conceded, letting the symbiote overtake your body, and clamber to the rooftops and take you to Natasha’s place.

It was far quicker letting Khaos clamber around and throw herself from rooftop to rooftop. You ended up outside Nat’s apartment, Khaos clinging to the fire escape outside her large window.

Before Khaos could give back over control, a body walked past the window, one neither of you recognised. The woman noticed the large tar like figure snarling outside the window, and screamed in fear.

Panic overtook you, and you demanded Khaos retreat, which she did. But before you were stood as yourself on fire escape, the woman was gone, possibly rushing off to warn Natasha about the alien outside her window. You rolled your eyes, huffing before pushing the window up and letting yourself in.

“I swear to God, Yelena! Right outside that window!” The same voice you heard scream began retelling as three women came into the living room of the large apartment, a smirk displayed on both Natasha and her sister, Yelena’s face.

“Kate, that’s just Y/N and Khaos, relax.” Yelena soothed in her thick Russian accent, clearly finding the whole thing quite amusing. The ‘Kate’ girl was clearly still shaken up from seeing a gigantic monster on the balcony and now a woman stood in front of them.

“Uh, hi?” You tried to offer somewhat of a greeting in an attempt to calm her down, but she straight up looked ready to pass out.

“A phone call would’ve been nice, L/N.” Natasha surmised as she folded her arms. “Probably would’ve saved Kate here a heart attack.”

You looked back at Kate again, who was still trying to regain control of her breathing as she stared at you in a total state of confusion.

“I- but you were- and now you’re-“ Kate tried to speak, but it was all rambling.

You felt bad, which wasn’t great on top of what you were already feeling.

“I have a symbiote. That was Khaos.” You explained, gesturing back to the window lazily with your thumb. “And I’m Y/N. We sorta share a body.” You gestured back to yourself with a nervous chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood.

Kate was still in shock, so Yelena wrapped an arm around the girl before guiding her to the couch. “C’mon, Kate. Let’s sit down and breathe like a normal person.”

You and Natasha watched as the two sat down on the couch, already lost in your own discussion which Khaos could hear was about the two of you.

“Scaring people is fun. Halloween will be great this year.” Khaos chuckled deeply, but the thought of Halloween made you think of Wanda, then kids, then the argument. Your mood quickly fell again, which didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead across the room from you.

“So, asshole. Other than scaring my sister’s girlfriend to death and breaking into my place, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Natasha cocked her head the same way your wife did.

You sighed.

“I kinda need a place to stay.”

“Oh my God.”

“What did you do now?”

A chorus of complaints came from both of the Romanoff sisters, and Khaos laughed internally, making you wince at the volume.

“I- I just… we had a disagreement.” You told her, ignoring Yelena and her unhelpful commentary that was most likely going to occur.

Natasha shook her head, before taking you into the kitchen where she made you both a hot drink, gesturing for you to sit down on the stool by the island.

“Talk to me. What did you guys argue about?” Natasha’s immediate first reaction was to joke about the situation since you had a history of being somewhat of an idiot. But you and Wanda rarely argued, and when you did, it was usually serious. So, she approached this one with care, saving the teasing for later.  

You rested your elbows on the counter, putting your head in your hands as you rubbed your eyes.

“We were talking, just about like…life. And, well, Wanda mentioned about having kids.” You began slowly, and Natasha nodded, already sensing where this was going. “I told her I didn’t want to have kids.”

“Y/N!” Natasha yelled, surprised but not at all surprised.

“I know! I know.”

Natasha placed her palms on the counter, leaning forward slightly, trying to regain your eye contact.

“You know Wanda’s always wanted kids. You knew that when you married her. What’s going on?” Natasha asked you softly. It was an unusual tone to come from her, but when it involved her best friends, she would do anything to help. But first she needed to understand.

"I lied. To her. I want kids, I want that with her, but.” You trailed off again. “I mean, I can’t. I can’t be a parent.”

Before Natasha could interject, you exploded. Your emotions bubbled to the top, and Khaos was being unusually quiet.

“I can’t be a parent! I share this fucking body with an oversized alien with a mouth big enough to swallow a tank! I’m not fit to be a parent anymore, least of all for the family that Wanda wants. Khaos is a monster, and so am I."

“I am not a monster. I am a symbiote.”

“A parasite.” You snapped back to the voice in your head. It was misdirected anger, but you were feeling a lot right now.

Natasha took a deep breath, looking around the room briefly before speaking up again. Part of you hoped that Yelena wasn’t listening in, despite your little outburst. She was not as socially trained as her sister, and would absolutely find a way to take the piss out of you, especially since you nearly stopped her girlfriend’s heart with that little window jumpscare.

“Y/N, look at me.” Nat demanded, and you were not one to disobey a scary Russian ex-spy. “Just because you have a symbiote does not mean your any less able to be a parent. I mean, look at Bruce for fucks sake! He has a kid! But the bonus you have is that you get to be a parent with Wanda. If there was anyone to do something as incredible as having kids with, it would be with her.”

“Are you hitting on my wife?” You tried to joke, but your voice broke and betrayed you.

“Shut it.” She snapped, and your half smile dropped. “Don’t throw away a dream you both have because of your own insecurities. I mean, I know Khaos would never do anything to endanger anyone. She’s a protector. She’s protected you, me, Wanda, the whole team! Why would that change if you started a family? You just get to be the cool parents with superpowers and an extra helping alien-hand.”

Natasha made a good point, unsurprisingly so. She was always good with words one on one.

“Spare room is free. Don’t complain if you hear Yelena and Kate going at it. I put up with living next to you and Wanda in the compound for years.” Natasha told you all at once. Moving around the counter, she took her drink and patted your shoulder as she went to re-join the other girls in the living room.

“Why did you not talk to me?” Khaos asked you, and you let out a sigh.

“Because! I- was parenting ever on your to do list? Probably not!” You yelled exasperatedly. But the symbiote growled in your ear.

“Of course it was not! But, that was life before we met Wanda. She is our everything, and I would do anything to make her happy, including eating that girl in the other room-“ The symbiote began to ramble, but you whacked the side of your head in an attempt to shut her up.

“Dude!”

“I was kidding! My…mission has changed. I protect you and Wanda, including any demon spawn you may have.”

“That was a weirdly nice sentiment, K.” You smirked, the alien humming in approval. “Fuck, I really messed up.

“You’d be surprised what you can achieve from talking.” The symbiote mocked.

“You literally eat people. Shut up.” You grumbled, before pushing yourself up from the island and treading down the hallway to Natasha’s spare room. You pulled your phone from your back pocket as you reached the room, opening your messages to the thread with Wanda. Hesitating slightly, beginning to wonder if texting her was even a good idea and what you would even say to her began to run through your head.

“We’re married, you knew I wanted this! We wanted this!” Wanda yelled at you from across the bedroom.

“I know! But- I didn’t consider the whole, y’know, me and Khaos thing! I married you because I loved you, Wanda.” You tried, but the witch just rolled her eyes, growling.

“You also married us for a future together, Y/N. Last time we spoke, that included having a family and Khaos was very much around for that conversation.” Wanda told you, and you saw the anger growing in her eyes with the flicker of red in her irises.

“She wasn’t exactly talkative during that conversation, back then she was only focused on eating HYDRA agents!” You screamed back. Clearly, the two of you were clearly getting nowhere, and Wanda was losing her patience.

“The lack of communication between you and your symbiote is not my fault!”

“I never said it was!”

“But here I am, suffering the fallout for it because you’re too afraid! You and I both know that Khaos would never hurt anyone, not anymore. Retirement was something I wanted for both of us, and I supported your decision to stay on call for the Avengers-“

“-so this is about me working?” You asked, partially to take the heat of off you.

“You’re being a dick, Y/N.” Khaos chimed in. She was a lot more chilled out now, having begun to settle into a non-violent lifestyle.

“No, it’s not! This is about us! I want this with you, but you don’t want this with me.” Wanda’s tone went calm, but still held venom. “Just, get out. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“I have to suffer for this one’s idiocy as well?!”

“Wanda-“

“Get out!”

Yeah, things did not end well.

Writing a big, long paragraph about how sorry you were would mean nothing to Wanda. Actions spoke louder than words, and some half-assed texted apology was not the way to go about making amends with your wife.

So you settled for something straight from the heart.

[Wands <3]

I love you

Delivered 11:49PM

You were surprised when Khaos quickly took control of your hands, her tar-like hands beginning to type on the phone screen.

We love you.

Delivered 11:50PM

“Nice touch, Khaos.”

 You placed your phone face down on the nightstand, shredding your shirt and kicking off your shoes and socks, slightly thankful you were wearing sweatpants. Getting sleep tonight would not be easy, but with every minute that passed would be a minute closer to seeing Wanda again.

Staring at the dark ceiling, you felt stupider than ever for what you said. You did marry Wanda because you loved her, but you married her for everything else that came with loving her, including having a family. You wanted it, but your fear had held you back. But here it was, the fear itself telling you there was nothing to worry about. Khaos was right, she was here to protect you and your family, not harm it.

You just wanted Wanda back. Sleeping in a bed without her was wrong, it felt wrong.

“Khaos! Put me down!” Wanda squealed with laughter as Khaos tossed her over her shoulder, leaving the witch at least ten feet off the ground.

“The louder you scream, the higher you go, Wanda!” Khaos roared back playfully, grabbing her figure, and swinging her around the living room of the compound. It was empty, and Khaos had taken advantage to play around with Wanda.

“Khaos, dude you’re gonna make her sick!” You warned from the inside.

“She is an all powerful witch! Wanda can handle some horseplay!” Khaos ignored your warning, and you smirked internally at their bond. Wanda loved Khaos, her more playful side and less eating-brains side.

Eventually Khaos put Wanda down, who stumbled slightly as the blood rushed from her head. Khaos retreated back into your body, leaving you stood in front of your girlfriend with a goofy smile on your face.

“Khaos will be plenty of fun when we have kids.” Wanda commented half-heartedly, still catching her breath.

“Kids?” Khaos spluttered.

“We aren’t even married yet.” You smirked, slipping your hands around Wanda’s waist.

“Yet. We’ve got all of that to come.” Wanda smiled up at you, pressing a kiss to the side of your mouth.

“Mhm. I can’t wait.” You agreed, sealing it with a kiss.

Those were better days, but it only reinforced that Wanda was right. You did want all of that, and it was your fault for not talking to Khaos sooner.

You had only hoped that Wanda would give you a second chance.

The sound of yelling in Russian awoke you. The sweet symphony of two sisters arguing was your alarm clock that morning, and it made you want to get out of there even faster. Pulling on your shirt and shoes, you dashed into kitchen to kiss Natasha on the cheek, slap Yelena on the back of the head and mumble a sorry to Kate before dashing out of the window like a crazy person.

“Thanks guys!” You yelled back as Khaos took over your body and began dashing through the city, building to building.

“She is such an ass.” Yelena grumbled, rubbing her head as the three women stared in the direction of the now open window.

“Yeah, she is.” Natasha mused.

It didn’t take you long to arrive back to your shared home, Khaos retreating and allowing you control back. You straightened yourself out, brushing off some dust on your shirt before sheepishly knocking the door. Well, you were about to when the door opened as you raised your hand to knock.

“Oh, um, hi.” You were greeted with a red-eyed Wanda.

“Hey.” She almost whispered back, your heart breaking slightly as you heard the strain in her voice.

“Look, I just-“ You tried to talk, but instead Wanda just grabbed your arm, yanking you inside the house and slamming the door behind you. Leaving you well and truly trapped between her and the door.

“Talk in here. Instead of, y’know, screaming in the street like a crazy person.” Wanda scolded, despite her initial intent to be playful. You felt shame wash over you, and Wanda must’ve noticed because her gazed softened.

“Wanda. Look, I’m sorry. I know, I know that’s a lame fucking starting point, but it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m a coward for hiding behind my own fear because, now that we’re married it’s real! Having kids is an actuality, and I’m scared. Partially because of Khaos, but because of myself, too. I have no idea what I’m doing, and I’m afraid that somewhere down the line one of us is gonna lose control and either of us could put our child in danger.” You began rambling, but Wanda let you continue. “I would never forgive myself if something happened. I know you wouldn’t either, so… it was easier to run from the problem. Wanda, I love you. More than anything, and I know that Khaos does too. That’s enough for me- us. As scary as having kids is, I don’t care, because I get to do it with you. I get to do all of that with you! The most intelligent, beautiful, loving woman in the world! We fought fucking aliens together; we can raise a baby. I don’t care what we do, I just want to do it with you.”

Wanda didn’t say anything, but the trembling of her bottom lip and the pooling of tears in her eyes was enough of a tell that you either did a really good or bad job.

“Wands?” You asked after another beat of silence, before she grabbed either side of your shirt, balling it between her fists and pulling you in for a kiss. She slammed her lips against yours, feeling her hots tears fall upon your own cheeks. It was seamless, like nothing had ever happened with the way you deepened the kiss and slipped your hands on her waist.

Wanda sniffled slightly pulling back from the kiss, but still leaning her forehead against yours.

“You stupid, stupid idiot.” Wanda huffed against you, making you both chuckle. “I really love you. And I can’t wait to do all of this with you, too.”

A growl left your body that certainly wasn’t yours.

“Sorry, both of you.” Wanda corrected herself, which appeased the alien within you. “I love you.”

“We love you too.” You whispered back.

“Don’t do that again, you fucking ass.” The witch pushed you away, letting go of your shirt.

“Yeah, fucking ass.”

“Khaos, lay off, man!”

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