#Marvel Alien Races

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

EARTH-BOUND MASSACRE IMMINENT -- THE SPACE DEMONS HAVE LANDED.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the Dire Wraiths, space-faring demons from Wraithworld on a mission of catastrophic conquest of planet Earth, opening splash page, subsequent double splash page, and the following two pages, from "ROM" Vol. 1 #49. December, 1983. Marvel Comics.

"The wind howls in the high hollows this night, almost drowning out the hissing of the horrors that prepare to descend from the West Virginia hills. They are Dire Wraiths -- aliens -- demons from distant space driven in defeat to our shimmering planet. Their goal: conquest. Hunted here by ROM -- greatest of the spaceknights -- these sorcerous shape-shifters have determined to make their stand. And tonight, Clairton, West Virginia, ROM's adopted home -- shall share Wraithkind's revenge against the silver spaceknight!"

-- "ROM" Vol. 1 #49 (December 1983)

Story/script by Bill Mantlo

Artwork by Sal Buscema

Inks by Akin & Garvey

Colors by Ben Sean

Letters by Janice Chiang

Source: https://viewcomiconline.com/rom-49.

[ohfugecannada]

I said this earlier in the tags of another post, but given how Drax, Peter, Gamora and Rocket all acted as Groot ii’s parents, and the fact that in a galaxy full of alien cultures there’s bound to be tons of societies where non-monogamous dynamics are the norm or at least fairly common, it’s highly likely the four of them were mistaken for a polycute raising a kid at least a few times by some of their clients.

[indigosabyss]

Taking all my self control to not end the Young Justice x Assorted Young Marvel Heroes crossover like:

Reech Ambassador: I have an army. Kamala: We have a Hulk. Billy, calling his emperor husband: AND A BIGGER ARMY.

[shironezuninja]

The hidden place where humans and Beastials coexisted in harmony in Issue 4 had their own Gwen Stacy.

[necrophcge]

// something i will say... no matter the verse, you'll never see meddles make an excuse or justification for his nature. grappling with the ability to think and feel is one thing, but there are no doubts as to his design; he was ushered into the world as a killer, and a killer he'll remain

and if somone or something would take umbrage with that... well. they're welcome to try and stop him.

[syrinq]

me being obsessed with bg3 causing me to read forgotten realms lore even though i think 99.9% of it is pretty stupid because they ain't telling me why something exists outside the "oh events just happened" or "it's cool" reasonings (like the majority of rather popular fictive settings)

[keferon]

Chapter 3 of Jazzprowl mecha! >:D

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Jazz thinks Prowl is fucking weird.

With space around him and aliens and fucking teleportation and all that crazy shit...Prowl's weirdness isn't too obvious at first. But once Jazz stops marveling at the view outside the window, his attention shifts completely to his new companion.

And. Well.

"'Your plates are so squarish.'"

Prowl takes a break from reading something on his tablet and raises his eyebrows in surprise

"They are."

Jazz moves closer curiously

"No offense okay but isn't it... Hmm. Stupid?"

He raises one hand and lightly slaps the edge of his palm against the center of Prowl's chest.

"What's the point of making armor this shape? And with so many wide gaps? All the strikes will go straight through. It's kinda dangerous. "

Prowl purses his lips in confusion.

"Excuse me? As if your armor makes more sense."

"It does."

"You...wha...you know what. Humor me, explain what you mean."

Jazz shrugs.

"It's round. And the gaps are...uh. What's the right word. They're thin? It's very hard to grab with your teeth or get under with your tentacles. See? You are. Dude, no offense, but you're like, really grabbable."

Prowl just silently opens and closes his mouth for a couple seconds, trying to think of what to say in response. Finally he decides to focus, but not on the part Jazz might have been expecting

" You... were built to fight the Quintessons?"

Jazz nods

"Course I was. Why else?"

Prowl looks....Very worried and somehow sorry for Jazz.

That's weird.

Jazz lets this detail just linger in his mind. He's not sure what conclusion to draw from it yet. And it's very likely that his poor knowledge of the unfamiliar language is setting him up. He's not sure.

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Prowl has wheels. Jazz gives himself a mental smack for not paying attention to them in the first three seconds, but it doesn't matter now.

Because Prowl has freaking wheels in his shoulders and Jazz has a bunch of questions in his head.

Why the fuck does he have wheels??? In a place like this??

Prowl looks up at him.

"Something wrong?"

Jazz reaches out his hand mesmerized and spins one of the wheels.

The wheel spins.

What an amazing world.

Prowl looks confused again

"Jazz?"

"What are they for?"

Prowl faintly twitches one of his weird little wings.

"To drive."

Jazz spins the wheel again

"But you can't drive them! I mean, they're...uh."

He tries to find the right words in his head to say "inside your shoulders" but. Shit. He doesn't know how to say it so he accepts his linguistic defeat and helplessly twitches his horns.

"...They're on top."

Prowl tilts his head, clearly missing the point, and turns one of his legs around

"I've got another ones here...?"

Jazz instantly squats down and. Yep. There are wheels in the legs too.

Prowl moves his foot away before Jazz can spin that wheel too.

"I can just show you if you want."

That's a great idea. A fantastic one. Jazz is hellbent on seeing how it would actually work, because all his brain offers him is "fall on your back and awkwardly drag yourself along the ground?"

Prowl doesn't fall anywhere.

Instead, he suddenly ALL starts moving and freaking folds into himself? Jazz isn't sure what exactly he was expecting to see, but watching another mech fall apart like lego sure as hell wasn't that????

Not falling apart, he realizes a moment later.

Is it reassembling? Into something else???

A second ago, Prowl was standing next to him, and now there is a

Is that a fucking car???

Jazz can't say anything more clever than a loud "HAH???"

It is indeed a car. The design is very odd and Jazz can't recognize the model, but it looks like something vaguely race-y?

He pats the roof of it.

"That's so cool!!!"

The car somehow manages to look awkward and moves away from him sideways like some weird metal crab.

What the- what the hell-

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Prowl's mech has an amazing face.

Not that Jazz is staring, but he can appreciate the amazing attention to details. The eyes, the nose, even the lips. Who and why would make a mech with such lifelike face? That ..would make sense if Prowl had to appear in front of a camera, wouldn't it? Maybe he's some kind of celebrity like Blurr?

Jazz doubts it. Prowl doesn't strike him as someone who's used to attention.

But it's a good face, yeah.

Prowl valiantly ignores his staring, but after ten minutes gives up

“What?”

Jazz shrugs. He's been doing that a lot lately.

"You have a really cool face."

Prowl chokes on air and looks confused again. If you look closer. What is this face even made of? It looks metallic but it bends??? Literally...how?? How does it work?

Jazz is taller than Prowl, so he has to bend down to get a closer look. He wants to ask if the mech's face was modeled after the pilot's, but. Shit. How do you put it into simple words ?

Man. Okay. Uh. Appearance. How do you say "real?" True-positive? Wait, no, true and false are from English, this new language must contain one state word for true and false at the same time.

Prowl watches Jazz's struggle with the patience of a true buddhist monk.

What word even summarizes the state of being true or false? Hot and cold is "temperature", heavy and light is "weight" and then..

Jazz fumbles his fingers helplessly.

"What's the word for. You know how."

He claps his hands hard, and then again, barely audible.

Loud and quiet.

"Sound-positive, sound-negative, right?"

Prowl nods.

"But if I speak. I-mouth-positive."

He claps once more, quietly, barely audible

"I-mouth-positive. Sound-positive. Word-question?

If I do “quiet” but say “loud”. If I do one thing and say another, that's called-?

Prowl twitches his little wings.

"Ah. That would be veracity-negative."

Jazz makes happy finger guns.

"Yes! This..."

He points to Prowl's face

"Appearance-veracity-positive?"

He could probably phrase it more...accurately. Jazz chews his lips in concentration and tries to elaborate

"Appearance-veracity-positive-you?"

Prowl tilts his head

" Uh. Yeah? That's what I look like. I didn't change anything. It's..."

He pauses uncertainly

"Why are you asking me that?"

Jazz gives a thumbs up

"How do you say 'impressive'? Something like "eyes-positive-emotions-positive." Or it would be "good." Good sounds kind of cheap.

Jazz decides to add a couple more positive modifiers on top just in case. He's always been generous with compliments.

Prowl's wings bounce up funny.

One of the passing lilac aliens whistles.

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Prowl thinks Jazz is fragging weird.

Okay, to be fair. Prowl has never had to be anyone's guide to interplanetary interactions.

He'd heard that races making contact with the rest of the galaxy for the first time tended to be weird. It's alright. He can understand that. Which of course doesn't mean it's any easier for him to be at the center of it all...everything.

Jazz is clingy. Friendly. He's definitely never been off his planet before, so everything around him surprises him.

Prowl's obviously “surprising” too, but there's this weird familiarity in Jazz's attitude towards him.

Prowl thinks it's because they're both mechanical life forms. It's the only guess he has that makes sense. But Prowl realizes pretty quickly that Jazz only looks like a Cybertronian at first glance. It's the details. Small and disturbing details.

Jazz was built to fight the Quintessons. His entire body, his entire design was made for it.

Now that Prowl knows that, he's starting to see it. Now that he knows where to look, he can't stop noticing.

All the plates are either round or streamlined and sharp.

He has no face, but his head is shaped in such a way that it would be very hard to grab onto. Or to hit it.

Prowl's processor involuntarily tosses him numbers.

Every bend and edge. Every detail. The visor isn't just curved, it's arched at the most perfectly calculated angle to take hits. His chest plates have the perfect ratio of thickness and curvature so that any direct hit ricochets or slips without going through the plate directly.

And Prowl is scared to even begin to analyze the structure of those legs. He originally saw their design as something similar to Empurata's. But no. The Empurata had always made it their goal to humiliate and diminish their victims. The limbs that the Empurata created were simple and often horribly, impractically awkward.

Jazz's legs are an engineering marvel and Prowl honestly almost wants to take a closer look. They bend at...how many? Five? Six places?

He leans forward quietly, pretending to want to change his posture, trying to get a better angle. There's at least one more joint under the front plates. Seven then?

Huh.

Jazz snorts

"Like what you see?"

Prowl flinches and quickly looks away. Idiot. Just because Jazz’s head is pointed in the other direction doesn't necessarily mean that's where his gaze was pointed as well.

"I apologize."

Jazz chuckles

"Hey, don't be sorry. You're giving me a reason to show off~"

Prowl gives up. Okay. Maybe it's just that Jazz's weird openness is contagious.

"Your legs are pretty..."

"Cool," Jazz offers

Prowl nods diplomatically.

"Unusual. I think cool too."

Would it be too weird to ask exactly how many joints are in them? Perhaps yes, that's personal medical information after all.

Jazz takes a few joyful little leaps

"They let me walk on walls."

"I have to admit that's impressive."

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"Can I join you?"

The little furry alien folds their arms across their chest and says something that...sounds disgruntled. Jazz honestly can't understand a word of it. He just saw the aliens playing something remotely resembling cards and he got curious. He doesn't remember having a fight with any of them yet.

The alien stares at him expectantly for a couple seconds and then waves one of their limbs and switches to a language familiar to Jazz

"No. Go back where you came from."

Uhm. Rude.

One of the lilac creatures smiles guiltily

"We don't play with robots."

Jazz stiffens

"But I don't..."

His attempt to explain is interrupted by the furry alien

"I don't care what you say. Whatever's underneath the metal, whatever scientific nonsense you come up with. This..."

He gestures toward the entire Jazz’s mech.

"...it's a machine. We don't play with machines. It's an unspoken rule. So go back to your corner and stay out of our way."

The lilac alien folds his limbs in embarrassment

"Hey, there's no need to be so rude."

"I'm just stating facts!"

"You could have done it politely..."

Prowl raises his eyebrows and moves away, making more room for Jazz on the bench.

"Kicked you out?"

Jazz sits down next to him and confusedly begins to play with his own fingers

"They wouldn't even let me explain."

Prowl taps him on the shoulder.

"It's hard to explain anything to them. They think you're a soulless machine just because you look like one."

Jazz snorts

"Well, that's just stupid."

Prowl shrugs

"They think you don't have a soul, so you shouldn't participate in their social interactions."

Jazz twitches his horns angrily

"That's..fucking idiotic."

"Well yeah" Prowl picks up "how can they judge whether we're sapient or not?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Where's the evidence that they themselves have more 'soul' than mold?"

"Ye..Wait what?"

(..What the hell??)

Prowl frowns.

"I should probably be more...sorry. You're new to this topic and...I'll try to explain in an unbiased manner."

Jazz nods awkwardly

Prowl pinches the bridge of his nose

"In general. We don't really meet their standards of ''alive and sapient being'' and they don't meet ours. Because of that, we...don't get along."

Jazz senses that something doesn't add up. Something dramatically big and obvious. But Prowl already looks annoyed, and Jazz is uncomfortable stressing him out with another game of charades. Probably should hold off on discussing such complicated topics until he's talking better.

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Prowl finds himself mentally reevaluating Jazz.

He no longer thinks Jazz is just weird.

Jazz is terrifying.

When their transport is attacked by a bunch of Quintessons, Prowl's processor tells him they're totally screwed.

The monsters have the numerical advantage, the ship is full of tiny, fragile organics, and Prowl only has one random tourist on his side who's in space for the first time.

When Jazz excitedly jumps up and asks to be let "outside to have some fun" Prowl's processor says it's suicide. If you squint and tilt your head, the stats numbers add up into a neat little ship that goes down swiftly and surely.

Then he has no time for statistics. Because one of the organics opens the airlock for Jazz and before Prowl can say anything his space tourist is already out the window.

Frag.

Frag, frag frag frag frag frag frg

"Jazz wait!"

Prowl climbs out onto the roof of the transport just in time to see Jazz tear a limb off one of the Quintesson monsters.

The sight is...creepy.

Jazz obviously doesn't have enough strength to just yank it off, so he sort of grabs the tentacle with his hand and then very quickly rotates his forearm a bunch of times literally twisting it off. The monster screams and wriggles and tries to rip Jazz's arm off, but he just lets it clench its teeth on his plates.

Prowl is in pain from just looking at this.

The monster clenches its jaws.

Its teeth cut furrows in the armor.

Jazz doesn't even twitch.

Things only get more interesting from here on out.

Earlier, all Prowl had was Jazz's word. Jazz said his job was to fight the Quintessons. Prowl automatically assumed that to have a job like that, Jazz had to be at least somewhat good at it.

This? It's not "good". It's a killing machine.

And Prowl is, just a little bit, fascinated.

Jazz tears through monsters with more than skill. No.

Prowl's processor is speeding up, analyzing the data.

These moves aren't just devastatingly efficient. They're habitual.

Jazz rips off limbs and locks jaws. Jazz knows exactly where to strike and for how long that strike will knock the creature down.

At one point, he just takes a moment to jump on top of one of the monsters and Prowl can have the pleasure of watching the sheer panic and confusion on the face of the usually inexpressively furious creature.

Quintesson twists and twitches and struggles to throw Jazz off, but he doesn't seem at all bothered by the constantly moving and shifting surface. He's clinging on tight as a damn insecticon. In a way that Prowl himself, with his angular legs, probably never could.

He also doesn't seem to react to pain whatsoever.

Either so used to it or unable to feel it at all? Prowl's not sure.

Jazz takes dozens of hits. He's been dropped, scratched and bitten. His plates are full of fresh grooves intersecting older ones, but they go completely unrecognized.

It's creepy. It's unnatural.

Three monsters at once try to squeeze Jazz into a circle, and Prowl curses himself for not thinking to ask for Jazz's comm. There's no sound in space, making screaming impossible, so Prowl just pulls out his rifle and shoots one of the Quintessons.

The creature twitches in agony and loses all interest in the battle struggling to shake off the sudden source of pain.

Jazz smacks one of the remaining monsters in the face and quickly bounces back to a more comfortable distance from the huge teeth and looks toward Prowl. Spotting a rifle and happily making finger guns again.

Prowl looks at the fresh teeth marks on Jazz's hands and thinks...wow...that's some wild dangerous alien slag.

Then he looks at the angular visor and the little moving horns and bouncy movements and corrects himself. Not slag. And not that weird. Probably.

The weirdest thing he's seen was organic life and he highly doubts that anyone or anything can overtake it.

[wonderjanga]

Billy and Bars

Now, as you probably know, most of the time Billy is ages 8 to maybe 15 (that’s what I’ve seen anyways) and of course, his Captain Marvel form looks like an adult. So, it wouldn’t be strange for an adult to ask another adult to go to a bar with them. Which is why Billy is caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he could just say no, but after a long mission where they’d all spent like two days on an alien planet under constant heavy fire from a cute and cuddly, yet surprisingly bloodthirsty race? It’d be weird not to accept. They might suspect him for being a kid! And boy, Billy does not want that. But on the other hand, he’s not of legal drinking age.

He ends up going with them anyways. Now, all the heroes are sat at a dingy bar in Central City, out of costume, of course. Though, some of them cough Bruce cough Diana cough Arthur cough and you can’t forget Billy, still in Marvel form. (He took a page out of Supe’s book and wore glasses. He’s also for some reason wearing Hawaiian print. (He didn’t have actual adult clothes and needed to borrow from a bargain bin))

Billy thankfully found a loophole for this whole mess. That’s right, this guys gonna be sipping virgin margaritas for the rest of the night. And, he try as many flavors as he wants because you wanna know the best part? Bruce is paying for everything! If Billy could jump in joy, he would. It didn’t matter that Hal was a little obnoxious when drunk off his mind. He’s dealt with worse and it’s not like it’s all that bad. He’s kinda funnier than usual this way. He gets the spend the rest of the day with people he considers friends, that’s all that really matters.

GL: “Dude, why do you keep ordering virgins?”

Crap. What does Billy say to that? Right off the bat, Billy ignores Solomon’s first, and quite frankly, wild lie to tell.

Marvel: “Hmm? Oh uh… I… like the way they taste…?”

He’s a bad liar.

Aquaman: *drinking beer* “Try again, bud.”

Okay… It looks like he might have to listen to Solomon after all. Gosh dang it.

Marvel: “Uhm… I kinda used to maybe sort of might’ve had an addiction and had to go to AA a long time ago.” *Sips drink*

He was always better at lying when the lie was already prepared.

*Whole table goes silent*

Marvel: “Uh… I’ve been sober for a while. Like…” ‘Twelve years, Billy,’ Solomon supplied in his head. “…Twelve years.”

*Table is still silent.*

Flash: *Interrupts silence by slamming hands on table* “Dude! You cannot keep dropping Marvel Lore Bombs™️ on us like this!” (Btw this is the same universe as the Marvel Compilations post. I didn’t mean to write it like it was the same universe but I might as well connect them cause why not)

Marvel: “Whaddya mean?”

Superman: “Well, Marvel…” *scratches back of head* “You kinda have this tendency to… Gosh, how do I put this?”

Martian Manhunter: “You drop obscure information about yourself at random times.”

Wonder Woman: “Then you just go about your day like you didn’t say it in the first place. For example Cap, you can’t just tell me that at some point you were an Amazonian, you were there for my birth, and then just walk off.”

GL: “Marvel, how old are you?”

Marvel: “Uuuuuuhhhhhhh….”

Batman: “You date back to having existed before Mesopotamia. I want to know the answer to that question Marvel.” *Bat-glares Billy while sipping from his drink.*

Bruce was definitely going to add the AA thing to his quite small folder on Marvel.

The night continues on with the other members of the JL grilling Billy for more information about himself, which Solomon helps with by either supplying him with lies, or with things previous champions did. By the time the night was over, Billy never wanted to go to a bar again. He unshazamed in an alley and went home to his little place. He bee-lined to his sleeping bag and just when he was about to fall asleep, something popped into his mind:

‘Why didn’t I just say I didn’t like the way it tastes?’ That thought kept him up for a couple more hours.

[torpublishinggroup]

Devilman Crybaby meets Marvel’s Venom in Exordia, the science fiction debut of Seth Dickinson, author of The Traitor Baru Cormorant. 

Ssrin Character Illustration by Julie Dillon

WHAT’S IT ABOUT

Meet Anna Sinjari, a refugee and disaffected office worker eking an existence in New York City. Her life is about to be upended by Ssrin, an alien with eight serpent heads, no qualms with cold-blooded murder, and an appetite for turtles (yum).

The universe is governed by seven passions, seven patterns which appear again and again, across species and across time. Anna and Ssrin are bound by the last and the greatest. The cosmos itself ships their very souls. Specifically for them, that means they’ll have to outmaneuver spies, armies, and government agencies to save humanity from a diabolical alien entity, hellbent on pinioning the souls of every creature on earth.

Exordia is expansive adventure science fiction that reads like a race-against-the-clock thriller in the vein of Michael Crichton, but steeped in the irony, humor, and pain of the Internet age. An alien-human epic for those who've always rooted for the monster.

[megalony]

Vital Signs

Here is a new Eddie Diaz imagine, requested by anon, I hope you will all like it I had a lot of fun with this one. Please let me know your thoughts.

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Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Summary: Eddie asks Maddie to check in on (Y/n) when she isn't feeling well while he's at work. But when Maddie has to call an ambulance, Eddie races to the hospital to find out what's wrong with his wife.

Enjoy.

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"Dad,"

Eddie rolled his lips together and spun on his heels, shaking the scrambled eggs from the pan onto the plates he laid out earlier. One of the few things he could manage to cook without burning.

He dropped the pan into the sink and spun on his heels, hands faffing around with a tea towel while his eyes landed on his son. The ten year old was leaning against the kitchen counter, nose scrunched up and lips pressed into a thin line rather than his usual cheesy grin or tired smile.

"What's up bud? Why aren't you dressed yet?" His voice was soft and his head tilted to the side as he looked down at his boy but he could feel his smile slipping away.

Chris was still in his pyjamas even though Eddie had woken him up for school over ten minutes ago and told him to get ready. It was his routine to get dressed before breakfast and then Eddie would take him to school on his way to work. They would be running behind schedule at this rate if Chris wasn't even ready yet.

"Mum won't come out the bathroom," Chris tilted his head to the left, looking up at the ceiling for a moment while he pointed behind him towards the hallway.

It was his routine to brush his teeth and wash his face and he always got dressed in the bathroom, but he couldn't get in there. (Y/n) had beaten him to it and now she wasn't coming out the room. The shower wasn't on, he hadn't heard her run the bath or the taps in the sink, she didn't even have music playing like she normally did.

He watched his dad's upper lip curl and his brows furrowed into a confused frown.

"Okay uh, eat breakfast while I go see if she's okay."

When he reached Chris, he patted his shoulder and turned him in the direction of the table and placed a plate down in front of him. He kissed Chris's head to shush his distaste at changing his routine before he headed out into the hall to go to the bathroom.

"Baby, you okay in there?" Eddie rapped his knuckles against the door before gingerly opening it and peeking his head around.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see. Maybe (Y/n) in the bath- because he couldn't hear the shower running- losing track of time, or find her getting changed or in the middle of getting ready.

Eddie wasn't prepared to find (Y/n) on the floor. Her legs were curled awkwardly beneath her on the bath mat, her arms loosely draped over the toilet and her head practically hanging inside the toilet. Her upper body was slumped over like she had fainted but when Eddie heard her groan, he knew she was conscious.

"Oh Christ, mi amor, talk to me." He crouched down beside her, arching his knees out so he was curved around her with her between his thighs.

He was careful when he pulled (Y/n) up so he could look at her but their eyes barely met before (Y/n) turned back down and hurled into the toilet. All she could throw up was the water she had tried to sip this morning, anything she ate last night had come back up with vengeance already.

(Y/n) felt pitiful when she cried and gasped for breath, wiping her eyes on her arm but it didn't make her feel any better and she could feel more tears replacing them anyway.

(Y/n) didn't like Eddie seeing her like this, especially not when she was now going to make him late for work. This wasn't the state she wanted to be in when Eddie walked in on her in the bathroom, she didn't want to be hunched over the toilet, throwing up and looking as weak as a leaf.

Her arms could barely be lifted up in front of her, every part of her body felt sluggish and her stomach was churning but it was her chest that was the worst. It felt like nails were being hammered into her lungs that were popping and tightening and deflating in her chest.

Each breath she took was croaky and gasping and rough as if she smoked fifty a day for the last twenty years.

"Sick," She croaked with a grimace and stayed crouching over the toilet just in case she had any more bile to throw up.

She could feel Eddie's lips pressing against her bare shoulder and his hands slowly rubbed up and down her arms. His hums and shushes vibrated against her skin and made her shiver and when Eddie pulled her back and let her flop against his chest, she tried to smile and look up at him. They both knew her smile did nothing to calm him down.

"I gathered that, baby. I thought you said you felt better yesterday."

(Y/n) let out a little grumble and swayed her hand from side to side. She didn't want to worry Eddie yesterday when he was at work by saying she felt crappy and lethargic. And she had felt a bit better last night and she slept all night through, but now as the sun rose it seemed to drain (Y/n) of all her energy and wellness.

Eddie sighed before he leaned his arm over to flush the toilet. He wasn't impressed to find (Y/n) had thrown everything up and he could feel her skin burning up against his touch and layered in cold sweat. Eddie could see she was going to be dehydrated and if food wasn't staying down she wouldn't have any nutrients or energy left.

When he pressed the back of his hand against her temple, he clicked his tongue. She was getting a temperature and she looked like she was on the verge of passing out.

"Okay, I think we should get you back to bed."

(Y/n) tilted her head back on Eddie's shoulder and reached a heavy hand up to cup his cheek. When he stared down at her with that dark, infectious, possessive look, (Y/n) could have melted on the spot if she didn't feel so icky and uneasy.

She found the strength to loop her arms around Eddie's neck and he took the hint, grabbing her hips to pull her up to unsteady feet.

"Come on," He murmured against the top of her head when a whine burned at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she dropped her head into the crook of his neck. She brought her hand up to brush his jaw while he kissed the top of her head and slowly guided her out of the bathroom.

They walked in awkward tandem together, Eddie's arms bound tight around her waist and his lips attached to the side of her neck as they headed into their room.

When (Y/n) flopped to sit down on the bed, Eddie stood between her legs and cupped her face, tilting her head up so she could look up at him. His thumbs brushed over her cheeks and his wet lips smoothed against her burning temple. He didn't like how unwell she looked or the dazed look in her eyes, and Eddie didn't like the thought of leaving her home alone in this state.

His hands were soft as they moved down to her arms and gently nudged her back until she was laid down on the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, smoothing one hand up and down over her hip and her waist while his other hand fished his phone out of his pocket.

"Hey Maddie," His lips quirked into a lopsided smile when (Y/n) tried to lift her head from the pillow but she felt like she was made of stone.

Her body was sinking into the bed that felt softer than ever and her eyes were almost closing already.

She flopped her hand around until she latched her trembling fingers around Eddie's wrist and gave a small tug. She wanted some sort of comfort and touch. And the confusion written across her face told Eddie she had no idea why he was ringing her big sister.

"You're not at work right now, are you?"

"No… why, what's wrong?" The concern was evident in his sister in law's voice. It wasn't often that Eddie rang Maddie for anything other than to ask if she was coming to a party or coming round for lunch or when something had happened.

They conversed a lot in group circles and joked around when they met up at parties or for family meals, but they didn't call or text. Whereas Eddie and Buck were messaging almost every day. They had been close before Eddie fell for (Y/n)- something Buck had been against at first, having his little sister and his best friend falling for each other.

"I know you and (Y/n) were gonna meet up this afternoon, but she's not feeling well. Any chance you could come by later, make sure she's okay for me?"

Eddie knew what (Y/n) was like. He knew if he left for work and with Chris being at school, she wouldn't look after herself properly. She didn't look well enough to get up, let alone try and get to the kitchen to make something to eat or get a drink. And Eddie didn't like the thought of leaving in case (Y/n) fainted or tripped or collapsed and no one was here to help her.

"Sure. I'll come over after I drop Jee at school and I'll stay with her for a while." Maddie's tone softened and Eddie could almost see her smiling.

She would gladly spend the day with her sister and look after her. After all, (Y/n) had been round almost every day to help Maddie with Jee when she was first born, and again when Maddie came back. She helped her sister get back on track, Maddie would do anything to repay that love and kindness.

And looking after her younger siblings when they were ill was something Maddie had done since Buck and (Y/n) were tiny. She had always given them medicine and watched movies with them, snuggled up on the sofa. They were her first patients before she became a nurse all those years ago.

And if that meant spending the day watching movies with her and trying to get her to eat and drink, then that's what Maddie would do. How could she refuse?

"Alright baby," Eddie leaned over (Y/n) and pressed a few fluttering kisses against her temple. "Maddie's gonna come over and look after you for me, but if you need me just give me a ring, okay?"

When (Y/n) nodded, Eddie pressed his finger beneath her chin to tilt her head up towards him and he captured her lips in a kiss. Knowing Maddie was coming over made Eddie feel better because if (Y/n) needed anything or she felt worse, she would have her big sister right here to look after her.

But Eddie hated leaving her or Chris when either of them weren't well. He wanted to be here with her. Hopefully his shift would fly by and when he came home, (Y/n) might feel a bit better.

***

Every part of (Y/n)'s body felt sluggish like she was a model made of clay, slowly setting in the afternoon sun. The more she tried to move about, the less willing her legs were to keep going to the point where she was dragging her legs behind her and finding it hard to keep her eyes open.

She had dragged herself out of bed an hour after Eddie took Chris to school and forced herself to try and move about the house. She didn't want to be in bed all day and she wasn't sure when Maddie was coming round to check on her.

Maddie had been true to her word and turned up after she dropped Jee off with the promise that she was staying with her sister all day until it was time to pick Chris up from school. She had graciously offered to pick Chris up when she went to get Jee and bring him back home because she could see her sister was in no fit state to leave the house.

(Y/n) ran her hand across her face, trying to rub away the droplets of sweat gathering on her skin. She held herself up, making sure she didn't lean on the walls as she walked in case she lost the little effort she had and slid down to the floor.

She took it slow, walking down the hall back towards the living room where Maddie was just taking the empty cups towards the kitchen.

Something soft and loving crossed Maddie's face when she looked over at her sister. A lopsided smile graced her lips and she paused in front of (Y/n), reaching out to rub her shoulder.

"Fancy another drink?"

"Anything with ice… I'm melting."

Maddie nodded and walked ahead into the kitchen and after a second thought, (Y/n) moved to follow after her. Maybe being in the kitchen where the window was open might make her feel better. She was likely due to take some more painkillers too. If she sank down on the sofa she feared she would never get back up again.

She dragged her feet behind her as she headed into the kitchen, but she wrapped her right arm around her waist when her stomach gave an awful twang. It felt like a coil inside her stomach had snapped.

She wasn't sure whether she needed to rush to the toilet or hunch over and be sick. Her stomach had been twisting in agony all day and she'd suffered cramps yesterday which put her off her food.

Once she shuffled to the kitchen island, (Y/n) slumped down on one of the kitchen stools and leaned forward. She folded her arms on the counter and leaned her chin on her arm, trying to find something to focus on and look at.

She tried to watch Maddie who was flowing about the kitchen with ease, grabbing glasses and making two glasses of juice with lots of ice. And then she moved around to try and find something that (Y/n) could try to peck at, little bits of fruit might be worth trying.

"Here you go- are you okay?" Maddie set a glass down in front of (Y/n) and moved her hand to rest on her sister's shoulder.

A concerned frown pulled at Maddie's lips as she glided her hand up and down (Y/n)'s back. She didn't like the way her sister was hunched over the counter and for a moment she panicked that (Y/n) might have passed out, but she could feel her twitching and writhing. She couldn't sit still but she didn't have the energy to get up and move about either.

"Hm, just- just my stomach. Thanks," It took a lot of effort for (Y/n) to sit up straight and she felt the room spin around her before she managed to get her eyes back into focus.

A forced smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on her lips as she picked up the glass of juice and relished in the condensation clinging to her palm and coating her fingers. Ice. Just what she needed to cool her system down and try to perk herself back up again.

(Y/n) took a sip of her drink, listening to the way the ice clinked together, but she quickly set the glass down when she felt her hands beginning to shake.

She moved one arm back to her stomach and wrapped her arm around her abdomen, trying to take deep, calming breaths to make the sudden horrid feeling go away. Whatever Maddie started to say went in one ear and out the other. (Y/n) couldn't hear her anymore. She couldn't hear anything.

The tv from the living room playing an old comedy film in the background, the radio in the kitchen Maddie had turned on a while ago and forgot to turn off, Maddie's voice. All of it became silence to (Y/n). None of it got through over the static building up in her ears.

When her eyes started to blur and she couldn't see her sister properly anymore, (Y/n) tried to say her name. She tried to call out and override the panic building up in her system but all that came out was a quiet, mumbling groan.

"Oh, oh you don't look well. Let's go lay you down on the sofa, hm?" Maddie tried to reach out and curled her arm around (Y/n)'s waist to help her off the stool.

Her eyes had gone out of focus, her skin was sheened with sweat and she looked like she had suddenly seen a ghost. Sitting here might not do her much good, laying down might make her feel better and let her gather some strength and energy back.

But the moment (Y/n) got to her feet, the crippling pain in her abdomen amplified and both arms bound around her waist. She felt her weight shifting from one side to the next and she couldn't manage to move one foot in front of the other. She couldn't stop herself from falling to the floor. She didn't feel anything when her body collided with the tiled floor and her legs curled awkwardly beneath her. The way her head bashed into the floor seemed to flick a switch in (Y/n)'s brain and it kickstarted her hearing and shocked her body back into action.

Her arms tightened around her waist, pressing deeply into her abdomen to try and ward off the pain that was sending her shaking in spasms on the floor.

She couldn't stop the whimper from leaving her lips as she rubbed her burning temple against the cold floor.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n), oh God. Are you with me?" Maddie crashed down to her knees and reached her hands out to carefully hold (Y/n)'s neck and tilt her head back so she could see her.

Her little sister didn't look good.

Her eyes couldn't open properly and Maddie could see her pupils rolling towards the back of her head. Sweat flushed her exposed skin and the heat was coming off of her in waves. A light tremble had set across her system, shaking her arms against her stomach and causing her legs to jitter against the floor as she writhed and tried to move.

"Shh, stay still, let me look at you." She pressed the back of her hand against (Y/n)'s temple. She had a fever. When her fingertips pushed down over (Y/n)'s pulse, she could feel each thundering beat of her heart that was going way too fast to be considered normal range. "Can you tell me what hurts?"

She brushed her thumb across (Y/n)'s cheek and tried to smile at her while her other hand fumbled in her back pocket for her phone.

(Y/n) uncurled a trembling arm from her waist and flapped her hand out until she managed to grab Maddie's wrist. She coiled her arm close to her chest and tried to move their hands towards her stomach to show her sister where the pain was coming from.

"Okay, let's get you some help."

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is dispatcher Maddie Buckley, my sister's collapsed. She has a fever and severe stomach pains and her pulse is very fast." Maddie tried to be gentle as she brushed (Y/n)'s hair away from her face and glided her hand up and down her arm to keep her calm and soothe her. She could feel the distress radiating off of her sister and the state she was in told Maddie that something was severely wrong.

"Paramedics are five minutes away and being redirected to you. What's her name?"

"(Y/n) Diaz." She did her best to smile to try and keep (Y/n) as calm as possible while she writhed and whimpered, clearly in mass agony. But when she tilted her head down, her lips pressed together tightly and her breath got caught in her lungs. "She's starting to bleed."

She could see a patch of blood smeared into the back of (Y/n)'s leggings and around her inner thighs. It wasn't much or drastic, but even a small drop of blood was a bad indicator and signified that this was more than some sort of stomach bug or a sickness fever. And Maddie wasn't stupid, this wasn't her sister having a bad period, this was a bad sign.

"E-Eddie… I w-want Eddie," (Y/n) kept her left arm bolted tight around her lower abdomen that felt like it was on fire. But her right hand clutched onto Maddie's wrist and held so tightly her sister had no choice but to lean down to be closer.

Maddie could feel tears welling up in her eyes when she looked at the panic written across her sister's face. She bit down on her lip and nodded.

"When we get you to hospital, I'll call him and Buck to let them know to be at the hospital. I promise, it's all gonna be okay." There was no way she could call Eddie yet, not until she knew what was wrong with (Y/n) and what was causing the pain. She had to get (Y/n) to a doctor first because then she could tell Eddie what was going on rather than getting him to the hospital in a state of blind panic. She had to have some answers first.

"Hurts."

"I know, I know honey but not for long, you'll be at the hospital soon. It'll be okay."

(Y/n) felt like nodding, but she couldn't. She couldn't move her arms, thrash her legs, push up from where she was laid on the floor. She couldn't do anything. All (Y/n) could do was let tears flush her face and allow the horrid pains in her abdomen to override her senses.

What was wrong with her?

She wanted Eddie.

***

Eddie raked his fingers through his hair for what must have been the twentieth time in the last hour. He could feel loose strands scraping beneath his nails and the painful, bolting sensation in his scalp from pulling out a few hairs by mistake.

He bolted down the corridor, eyes looking every which way but ahead in the unusually empty corridor. The receptionist had sent him straight from the emergency room down here and told him to follow the signs for the X-ray department and he would find the family member that brought his wife in.

Why he was going towards X-ray he couldn't fathom. (Y/n) had been sick and burning up, she hadn't had any symptoms indicating a broken bone. Unless she had had some kind of accident or slipped and fell. Eddie hoped not. He wasn't sure what he was hoping or praying for anymore.

He twisted around the corner, skidded along the recently mopped floor and stuttered through each breath when his sister in law finally came into his sights in an empty waiting room.

"Maddie w-what happened, where is she?"

Eddie had been on a three hour call that drained him of his energy and left him without lunch. And he just climbed out the shower to have Buck practically in tears, thrusting his phone at Eddie and telling him something had happened to (Y/n).

He couldn't make much sense other than (Y/n) had collapsed and was in the emergency room awaiting test results. But by the time Eddie got down here- after finding numerous missed calls on his phone and ringing his Abuela to see if she could pick Chris up for him- (Y/n) wasn't in the emergency room anymore.

Eddie's eyes did another sweep of the waiting room and his heart jumped into his throat when he realised that yes, he had been following the signs for the X-ray department, but he had also been wrong. This wasn't the X-ray waiting room. This was the waiting area for ultrasounds.

Where was (Y/n)?

He could see Maddie looked close to crying. She had been swirling her ring around her finger which was a worry sign for her and the way she bit her lip and looked up at Eddie was another bad sign.

"She's gone for an ultrasound, I- I said I'd wait for you." Maddie got up from her seat and reached her hand out to rub Eddie's arm although she wasn't all that comforting when he realised she was trembling.

"What for? What the Hell happened?"

She hadn't known what was wrong when she called him and Buck at the station. All Eddie gathered was that (Y/n) had had her bloods taken in the emergency room for standard screenings, she had been put on a drip and she was getting assessed. What had happened, what had they found out to send her here? Was it her liver, her stomach- God forbid it be something wrong with her heart.

"Sit down."

Those words had Eddie shuddering and he violently shook his head as cold dread slithered up his throat. This couldn't be anything good.

"They ran her bloods in the ER… she's pregnant, but- but she was losing blood. They're doing an ultrasound to find out why she was in pain. Eddie," Maddie's hand moved to cover her mouth when Eddie's face fell completely.

She didn't have to say anymore for Eddie to get the silent message she was trying to convey. If (Y/n) was in pain, had been having stomach cramps and now she was bleeding, there wasn't much hope for the baby. She had to be having a miscarriage or a very bad complication.

This wasn't fair.

(Y/n) would have told him if she was pregnant or if she suspected she was. She wouldn't leave him in the dark and not tell him. He should have stayed home this morning. He should have stayed with her and looked after her and checked if she was okay. He should have examined her better and made her see a doctor this morning when she was sick.

"Where is she?"

As soon as Maddie pointed to the room, Eddie was vanishing from her sights and rushing towards the door. He made very little effort to tap his knuckles against the door before he headed inside. He didn't care if they tried to push him out and tell him this was confidential. Maddie told them she would send Eddie in when he arrived.

(Y/n) had been asking for him since they got in the ambulance. She wouldn't object if he went into the room, she would probably calm down and let them assess her properly if Eddie was finally within her sights.

"Sir, you can't-"

"No- please I'm her husband, Mr Diaz. Please tell me what's going on."

Eddie hurried past the doctor and the nurse to stand on (Y/n)'s other side when her hand feebly reached out for him and she whined his name.

As soon as he was beside her, he enveloped her hand in his and brought her knuckles to his lips. He gently carded his left hand through her hair and leaned down to kiss her temple that was flushed and felt like he was kissing a burning flame. He didn't like the way (Y/n) was writhing and trying to push up from the bed she was laid on.

Every time the doctor pressed the sonogram down on her abdomen, (Y/n) yelped or groaned and tried to shy away, but she couldn't move very far or do very much in her state.

She managed to twist her head to the right and nudge her burning temple against Eddie's arm. She wanted to edge closer to him and get him to wrap himself around her to make her feel better, but she couldn't move far and she could barely control her voice.

"Your wife started losing blood, we're trying to see where it came from and if there's a fetal heartbeat."

Hearing those words only crushed Eddie's heart even more and he hated the way (Y/n) squirmed when the sonogram moved again. Presumably so the doctor could see where the bleed was and if it was still happening or not.

It took all of Eddie's nerves to compose himself and he had to turn away from the ultrasound to look down at (Y/n) when he watched the doctor shake his head and mutter 'no vital signs.' There was no heartbeat. It felt bittersweet. They had been trying for a baby and the first time they get a positive result is the same time they find out they've lost the baby too.

But just as the doctor clicked on the screen to zoom in, a quiet, almost silent groan left (Y/n)'s lips.

Eddie looked down at her but his stomach pulled in and his heart started beating ten times faster when (Y/n)'s eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her forehead lolled against his arm. He slid his hand from carding through her hair to cup the side of her neck to feel her pulse as the nurse hurried forward to do the same.

Her pulse was dropping.

When Eddie looked to the right towards the doctor, he saw the elder man pale significantly and both their eyes landed on the puddle of blood forming between (Y/n)'s legs. She was having another haemorrhage.

"Page for an OR. Left fallopian tube ruptured, we need this bleeding under control now."

Maddie bolted up from her seat at the sight of two nurses rushing into the room (Y/n) was in, both scurrying in with a gurney between them. But it was the sight of her sister, limp and unconscious being wheeled out of the room that sent Maddie's heart lurching down to her stomach and had her wondering if she was going to throw up.

Her eyes couldn't focus on her sister and she couldn't try and follow after her when she watched Eddie storm out of the room and smash his fist into the wall on his right. The force he used was enough to break through the plaster and leave a broken indent spotted with flecks of blood from his split knuckles.

When he did it again, hard enough to send his arm spasming and shaking, Maddie tried to hold onto his elbows and reel him away from the wall and towards her instead.

"What happened?"

Eddie could feel his chest rising and falling like someone was sitting on his diaphragm, squeezing all the air out of his body. But he couldn't feel the split knuckles on his right hand or the adrenaline that was causing him to shake like a drunkard.

"She's going for surgery. Tube ruptured."

Maddie was a nurse, she didn't need any extra information to know what Eddie was talking about, and they were both on the same page. They both understood what that meant and what kind of pregnancy (Y/n) must have had for her fallopian tube to have split and caused such a bad bleed like this.

Her hands began to shake as she tightened her hold on Eddie's elbow and reeled him closer to her so he would turn and face her.

"Both of them?" She almost dreaded to ask, and the way Eddie's upper lip curled made her stomach sink. If both tubes were removed, (Y/n) would have a hysterectomy. She wouldn't be able to have kids if they did that.

"I don't know."

***

Eddie lifted his head from his hands that had been smothering his face for the last ten minutes or so. He stopped scratching his nails into his scalp and looked over at the bed when a small sound caught his attention.

Relief and hope sparked in his eyes and he shot up from the chair, chiding himself when his legs felt numb as if he was walking on hot coals sending pins and needles up to his thighs. He got out of the chair he had been crammed in for almost an hour and switched to sit on the side of the bed instead.

Both hands reached out for (Y/n)'s hand, being careful not to dislodge the cannula in the back of her hand giving her the IV fluids and no doubt a heavy amount of morphine.

His feet began to tap and jitter up and down against the floor out of anxious habit and he rolled his lips together as he leaned forward.

Eddie had been overly anxious this last hour, waiting for (Y/n) to wake up. He didn't know what he was going to say, how he was going to explain, and he had no idea how (Y/n) was going to feel or react once she came round from the anaesthetic.

As bad as it was, Eddie had been relieved when Maddie left. It allowed him to sit and stew on his emotions by himself. He could try and gather his thoughts and control every raging storm happening inside of him and if he wanted to lash out, no one was going to see or stop him. Maddie had gone to get Jee and she practically told Eddie rather than asked, that she would pick Chris up from his Abuela and her and Chimney would have him stay with them for the night.

He was beyond grateful and he had a feeling Buck would be round there too because Eddie had dodged every one of Buck's calls. And Bobby's. And his parents. He had let slip to his Abuela that (Y/n) wasn't well and was rushed to hospital, therefore his mum hadn't stopped calling, but he didn't want to speak to anyone just yet.

He didn't know how he would explain any of it.

His lips rolled together into a thin line and he did his best to smile when (Y/n)'s hand twitched in his hold and she groaned.

Her head lolled from left to right and when her eyes finally started to blinker open, Eddie's smile widened and relaxed. He tilted forward, reaching his right hand out to cup her cheek so he could press a soft kiss to her temple.

"E- Eddie?"

"It's me, amor. How do you feel?" He pressed another soft kiss to her temple, then lathered a few to her cheek before he pulled back to hover over her.

Tears welled in (Y/n)'s eyes that were trying hard to focus and she tried to gather her senses, but everything was foggy. She remembered being in an ambulance with Maddie. She remembered being in mass agony, and the last thing she recalled was Eddie whispering her name and squeezing her hand, just like he was now.

But she had no idea what had happened, why she was here or why she had been asleep. Did she pass out? Had they knocked her out for a procedure or a scan? How long had she been asleep?

She tried to sit forward but she took a sharp breath and sank back against the bed when a tightening sensation twinged in her stomach. Maybe lying down for now would be her best option.

Her free hand moved up and her shaking fingers dragged along her face until she could scrunch her fingers beneath the oxygen tube tucked into her nostrils. With one swift yank, she removed it from her nose and let the clear plastic tube hang loose around her neck. She didn't want that, she could breathe perfectly fine on her own.

"Do you feel sick?"

When (Y/n) shook her head, Eddie managed to smile and she could see the relief in his eyes. She watched his eyes glance across to the monitor and she knew he was watching her heartbeat. Her lips curved up into a soft smile when he pressed the back of his hand against her temple, just to make sure her fever had truly gone.

"Good, you should start to feel better now, baby." His hand moved back to cup her cheek and his thumb softly glided across her skin causing shivers and blossoming nerves in his wake.

"What happened?" (Y/n) felt groggy, but her mind felt like a TV that was rebooting itself. She was slowly coming back into focus, things were slotting into place in her mind like pieces of a puzzle, but there was still a fog clouding in over her mind.

But her tepid smile started to fade when she watched Eddie's lips drop so fast she wondered if he had suffered a stroke. Something broken and frightening crossed over his eyes that darkened like the moon had replaced the sun and she felt him shudder against her.

"Baby, w-what is it?" She squeezed his hand which she pulled closer to her chest while she watched him sit up a sit straighter against her. His right hand stayed enclosed in hers but he moved his left hand to hold her hip with his fingers tapping and squeezing into her flesh every now and then.

"Amor, they, they did bloods in the ER, and then an ultrasound, you were pregnant."

"Were?" It was more of a statement than a question, and the grim nod of Eddie's head caused (Y/n) to roll her lips together. She couldn't keep her eyes on him. The implication was clear. She might have been pregnant when she was brought in, but she wasn't anymore.

(Y/n)'s free hand moved in a small, jerking motion but she fought off the urge to press her hand to her stomach. Instead, she latched her fingers around Eddie's wrist that was against her hip.

"Mi amor, you had an ectopic pregnancy." The way she furrowed her brows indicated she didn't know what that meant. "It- fuck… it's when the baby usually grows outside the womb, but you- it grew in your fallopian tube, and then it ruptured."

Fright and agony was the only thing Eddie could see swirling around in her eyes and it broke his heart. He wished this could have happened in a different way. If they had a 'typical' ectopic pregnancy, it wouldn't have caused such damage. (Y/n) might have miscarried or they would of found out at a doctor's appointment and a few medications and check ups would be all she needed to remove the pregnancy.

Fear grappled at (Y/n)'s heart when it seemed to sink in. All that pain, the fever, the bleeding, it was because her tube had split. The baby had continued to form in some way, despite no nutrients or hormones where it was and it split her tube.

"You went for surgery, but they had to remove the tube, and you lost a lot of blood."

Eddie hated the horror that overtook (Y/n)'s face and he tried not to wince when her nails punctured into his wrist and pulled him closer. She shook her head and her nose crinkled as she tried to find the words that were spinning around in her head at one hundred miles an hour.

"But I- can I still get pregnant?" She surprised herself that she managed to get the words out in one piece.

They had been wanting a family together since they got married a few months ago. This was the first time (Y/n) got pregnant and she had gone and had such an awful, unknown experience that they had to take her to surgery. She and Eddie had been waiting for the news that (Y/n) would get pregnant, but not like this. Never like this.

"They only removed one tube. As long as you recover okay and don't get any infection, you should be fine. You can still get pregnant."

Eddie had shed a few tears when the doctor told him the surgery went well. They removed the infected tube and had been lucky that the other one was still perfectly fine, the bleeding hadn't caused any problems with her tube or her womb in general. As long as (Y/n) didn't get any infection or sepsis from surgery and she healed fine, she had every chance of getting pregnant. One less tube didn't lower their chances or make it harder.

Tears coursed down (Y/n)'s face and when she moved her hand to cup the back of Eddie's neck, he got the silent message. He leaned down into her embrace and smothered his lips against hers.

She was okay, she was going to be fine. Eddie hadn't lost her, but he couldn't go through that kind of panic again. He couldn't bear the thought of something happening to (Y/n), especially if he wasn't there to help her.

He didn't dare think what would of happened if Maddie hadn't been home with (Y/n) when she collapsed.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"....CAPTAIN MAR-VELL WAS THE YOUNG CAPTAIN SLATED TO BE THE FIRST TO MAKE CONTACT WITH HUMANITY."

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a splash page featuring Silver Age Captain Marvel, a.k.a., "Mar-Vell," Kree Sentries on the rampage, and Carol Danvers upon their first encounter with the Kree warrior, from "UNIVERSE X" Vol. 1 #0. September, 2000. Marvel Comics.

Pencils by Doug Braithwaite

Inks by Bill Reinhold

Colors by Laura Depuy

Letters by Todd Klein

"The Supreme Intelligence launched a Kree mission to Earth. Captain Mar-Vell was the young captain slated to be the first to make contact with humanity. If you measure movement according to the ability to exact change in a given situation, the Earth really did stand still that day. Mar-Vell came as a spy, but found himself soon thrust into the role of hero."

-- KYLE RICHMOND, formerly Nighthawk, Earth-9997 (story/script by Jim Krueger & Alex Ross)

Source: www.zipcomic.com/universe-x-issue-0.

[thewertsearch]

The two last trolls alive, blood of rust and royalty, will make each other pay for the crimes against their race. Their payment will be mutually dealt in the currency of punishment and reward at once. The Condesce will be rewarded with the power and immortality her new service entails, and punished by the grueling slavery for which it is synonymous. And you, young lady, are to be punished by death at the hands of your replacement. And so too will this be your reward.

As a villain speech, this goes pretty damn hard.

There’s also a smug air of detached satisfaction to it. Scratch is the one who really deserves to pay. He’s the one who's been perpetrating crimes against their race since its inception. But he’s completely untouchable, so he’s free to sit back and narrate the fight he goaded them into.

It also illustrates another parallel between Scratch and Hussie. Technically, Hussie is the ultimate cause of all the suffering in this comic – but at the same time, he can’t be ‘held responsible’ for it. That wouldn’t make any sense.

Similarly, if Scratch was called out, he’d say that he’s not causing any suffering, he’s simply 'facilitating the inevitable'. It wouldn’t make any sense to blame him, would it? He's only the narrator of Homestuck's plot, after all.

...speak of the devil.

I've been watching Hussie's progress through the mansion, but he hasn't done anything noteworthy so far. He did refer to the Ancestor backstory as ‘fanfiction’ at one point – but for my own sanity, I’m going to assume that was just a tongue-in-cheek meta joke.

Perhaps you wish to know the history of the clock, and how I came to possess it? Yes, I can see the sparkle of curiosity in your eye. It's a marvelous tale, one almost as long as it is verbosely told. Where do I even begin…

Looks like Hussie’s about to attack Scratch before he can explain the clock’s backstory - which isn't quite as bad as if he'd interrupted the Ancestor lore, but I was still hoping to learn about the origin of this artifact. A God Tier resurrection monitor seems like it’d be useful to have around.

If I have to put up with one more smug meandering interlude in my own story I am going to crack your head open and serve you a heaping bowl full of your downy soft puppet ass. How do you like that for hospitality, Doc?

...I’m having a little trouble interpreting what’s happening here.

What does it mean for a story, when the metaphorical author is accosted by the actual author? Is this just Hussie’s way of signaling that the Scratch Narration Arc is over, and we’re going back to regular programming?

Furthermore, is this even a ‘real’ event? Is Scratch’s grand plan seriously being foiled by Hussie, and not the actual characters of Homestuck?

And what the fuck does Kid Handmaid think about all this?

How do you react, when your invincible, immortal abuser is finally brought low by some random alien who appeared out of nowhere, ranted about puppet ass, and proceeded to dance a little jig?

[worldofstoriesanddreams]

Is there an age limit chapter 3 - Christmas edition

Wrapped in a straitjacket, his utility belt and every gadget stripped away, Batman pulled himself up to a sitting position and scanned the room. 

Across the room, Superman was sweating bullets — his face as green as the kryptonite handcuffs that chained him to the wall.

Wonder Woman, in the WayneTech Virtual Reality suit, was in her own world, fighting imaginary battles, unaware of their plight.

Green Lantern was trapped in a yellow cube.

In the agency cage of fire, Martian Manhatter had lost his humanoid form — incapacitated by terror.

Green Arrow without his arrows. Black Canary was gagged and had a metapower inhibiter collar around her neck. Both of them were in straitjackets, unable to escape.

Flash was trapped in a containment field which severed his connection to the Speed Force.

A bald man in a lab coat, calling himself the Master of the World, taunted the Dark Knight with empty boxes that once contained Batman’s contingency plans and resources he had prepared to take down each and every member of the Justice League, should the need arise.

Checking his watch, he announced. “It’s 3pm. Time for Captain Marvel to show up to save his friends.”

He loaded a gun with bullets from the box with Captain Marvel’s lightning on it. These bullets were made of pure lead — deadly to Daxamites. 

“Why put one into his shoulder when I can shoot all of them into his heart?” The villain cackled.

Batman’s contingency plans were never meant to kill. They were to neutralise members of the Justice League when they are under mind control or go rogue, or otherwise become a threat to humanity.

Captain Marvel crashed to the roof, landing in front of the villain.

“Release them,” said the Big Red Cheese.

Click

“Duck,” Batman growled. “Pure lead bullets!”

Bang! 

Bang! 

Bang! 

Bang!

Bang! 

Bang! 

Captain Marvel didn’t flinch as the flurry of bullets struck his chest, bouncing off without leaving a scratch.

“My turn,” he tapped the villain’s shiny head, knocking him unconscious.

He looked at the boxes with their insignias and stared at Batman. His eyes blazed with anger while his smile dropped as he scrutinised Batman. 

“Is this what I think it is?” Disappointment coloured his voice.

“Hm.” Batman glared back.

“Then you’ll know how to free them,” Captain Marvel’s brilliant smile returned as he ripped open the straitjacket, releasing Batman.

So he’s not Kryptonian. He’s not Daxamite.

What was he?

*

Back in the Watchtower, the atmosphere turned chilly. Every hero gave him the cold shoulder. They should. In their line of work, it was unwise to trust so easily. A certain level of paranoia was essential for survival.

Martian Manhunter sat in the break room, still shaken by his exposure to fire. He refused to look at Batman.

“Have some milk and cookies,” Captain Marvel walked in with a tray.  It held a plate piled high with an assortment of chocolate cookies with cream centres, and two glasses of milk. “This really helps after a tough day.” 

The alarm went off. 

There was yet another alien invasion.

Did the various alien races have some kind of time table to invade the earth on a monthly basis?

The screen showed an armada of fiery spaceships that covered all visible space. His sensors showed each ship exuded flames with heat that rivalled the sun’s core.

“Hold this," he handed the tray to Batman.

Captain Marvel beamed, “I call dibs on this invasion.”

A blur of red cleared the sky of the fiery orbs in a blink of an eye.

The Captain was back in the room, with another mug of milk in hand. “Join us for milk and cookies?” He beamed at Batman.

*

It was the night before Christmas. Batman hadn’t a clue who or what Captain Marvel really was. He was only available outside elementary school hours, so he had to be an elementary school teacher, but the bat computer scanned the photos of every elementary school teacher in the country but couldn’t match any of them with the elusive Captain.

As he retired for the night, he noticed milk and cookies laid out near the entrance of each home. Even his own children would set out milk and cookies for Santa Claus before they go to bed on Christmas Eve. 

He looked at the chimneys. Santa was known to enter homes through chimneys. Some fireplaces were still burning, so Santa had to be flame proof.

In one single night, Santa visits every home in the entire world, delivering presents to those who have been good, and coal to those who have been naughty. Bruce knew. Ever since he started those contingency plans to take down every one of his team mates, he had been getting a coal in his stocking every Christmas.

The clues fell in place.

Captain Marvel loves milk and cookies.

He’s great with the kids.

He’s flame proof, which meant, going down the chimney while the fire is still burning wouldn’t bother him.

He moves so fast, he could visit every home in the world in one night.

The way he looked at Batman after seeing the contingency boxes in use, reminded him of how his dad would look at Bruce when he was naughty.

That bright red suit and white cape - same red as Santa's suit. Same white as the trimmings.

The perpetual smile. 

The Captain’s favourite catchphrase — “Holy Moley” — “Ho Ho Ho.”

Of course.

He knew Captain Marvel’s real identity.

Captain Marvel is Santa Claus!

[dragon-chica]

Eddie Brock; Husband Material (X Reader & Facts)

Fandom: Venom/Marvel

I stand by my belief that out of Marvel Men™️, Eddie Brock would be the husband material, and here is some proof.

Though we all, (Eddie and Venom included) understand why you want to fuck the 100+ yr Foxy Grandpa with abs, prior to unlocking his monsterfucker potential, Eddie Brock was mentally and emotionally stable, which is something you can't find in magic, serum, or shiny bank accounts.

Eddie was engaged, very happily, and you know Anne would not have been down if he wasn't husband material so this is already provided evidence.

He's COMPETENT, man had a stable life, job, career, and the works before Venom started their love story, and that's just hot.

Like he thinks he's aiming high to get a shot with you but you see the whole package right there, and that's before the Bonus Offer of an alien that will turn against his whole race to love you.

Also we see him being tugged along his by tie and you know he was tie to the headboard with that, so points there. Good boy and lover (and no doubt he would be.)

He had a cat, "let" Venom have chickens, and he would be a pushover for love on the matter, he wouldn't fight having 20+ cats and you carrying in another sopping wet beast you found dumped in the alley.

If he griped at all, Venom would (not so) kindly reminded him that you still kept him when he looked like he was sitting in a wet cardboard box for days.

I believe he can cook, and he would definitely bring you breakfast in bed on days off.

Is Eddie Brock a dream in the kitchen? No, but he will make sure you both eat something for dinner and least, and on better nights in will cook and try to get you to help him, or at least sit nearby and keep him company and conversation

Would try not to wake you if you've gone to bed or fallen asleep, pro at tip toeing and sock sliding to not cause you to stir when he's still trying to finish up something before joining you.

Have you seen his lovestruck smile? pulls heartstrings, he is a good boy and loves affection.

[mintymarabell]

Platonic yandere elder yautja.

An elder whose strong and powerful in status but not fertile, his seed never taking so he never had children of his own.

He would beat himself up over it all the time, thinking he was not good enough.

He’ll be on earth just wondering around aimlessly when he sees you, a teenager who was crying in the woods.

He would watch curiously, wondering what you were doing alone.

When you get up and leave after composing yourself he’ll follow after you, when you lead him to a house that has two ooman pairs having a yelling match inside he somewhat connects the dots.

He will watch over you over the months, noticing the neglect in the household. He’s so jealous, your parents barely pay you any mind or even care for you and yet he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Maybe one time you’re in your room curled up in bed trying to sleep through your parents continuous arguing when your window slowly slides open, you don’t notice until there’s a big thump and suddenly something is in your room.

You go to scream but a large hand is cupped over your mouth to quiet the sound.

When you wake up again you’re in a different room, one much bigger than your previous one the bed huge and comfortable with alien soft sheets and silk pillows.

A small tray of breakfast sat on the nightstand to your left still warm.

He won’t reveal his scary appearance to you, living as a ghost in his own home as he provided for you better than your parents ever had.

Maybe one day, after a few months of living in the strange very futuristic like house you explore, walking around the grand halls, looking into the various bedrooms, some being children others being for an adult, you simply marveled at the design.

Maybe you walk outside to see the scenery and notice the different colors of the sky, the amber atmosphere.

You wander farther from the house, towards the pristine gates and walk out of them as you look at this ‘new world’ in hopes of feeding your growing curiosity.

Maybe you venture too far, finding you had zoned out and was now in the woods with faint growling and the once twin suns now settling into a dark sky.

Your breathing hitched as you looked around frantically trying to remember where it is you came from, then suddenly something hops from the tree, it is some beast, clearly not from earth.

The beast stalking towards you as it readied itself to attack and then it lunged, you closed your eyes and waited but it never came.

Instead a loud crash could be heard as something ran into the beast, you opened your eyes and seen the beast but nothing else.

It was as if the beast was fighting its imaginary friend, though in this case enemy.

The beast had brawled with the other invisible being, at some point in the fight the beast had landed a hit, the sound of flesh tearing and electric sparks then its invisible cloak was unveiled.

You had been inching back this whole time, slowly but surely won the race right? Though as you inched back, you noticed the humanoid was beginning to slack. Noticing a healing wound on its shoulder blade being the issue of its delay.

You had decided it was clearly on your side so you picked up a size ably sharp stick. Beginning to walk back toward the fight just as the beast had pinned the your possible new friend; you stabbed it right through the throat.

The humanoid pushed off the now dead carcass, standing up slowly. This had given you a moment to look at him truly. He had four mandibles with sharp fangs on the end, along with long dread like hair that was graying. After the awkward pause he had ruffled your hair and pushed you back in the direction of the house you had stayed at.

It had been a few months, your new father now walking around with no invisible cloak. He was in short terms, protective. If you had went out he went along and never let you go far. It appeared he lived alone, in a massive home.

You could get used to it, though you hoped it wasn’t forever it’d be like this.

[makethatelevenrings]

Day 9: Cock Rings w/ Clark Kent

gonna be honest, researching cock ring porn made me question even more than usual if I am a lesbian but I do it for u all so here u go

Kinktober Masterlist

“I don’t want to know how you got this made,” Clark said once he saw it. You shrugged and then, reconsidering, nodded.

“Yeah, you won’t be able to look Bruce in the eye for a while.”

“I just…” He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you even approach him with the idea? No wait, I said I didn’t want to know.”

“Hey Bruce,” you mocked. “Can I borrow some Kryptonian to make a sex toy for my really hot, really submissive alien husband?”

“Please stop talking.” You giggled at his distress and shrugged.

“Who knows? Maybe this will come in handy sooner than you think.”

You and your big mouth.

It was common for enemies to use kryptonite against Clark. Hell, it was their main go-to. But no one had ever used pink kryptonite until today. Bruce struggled to get Clark into the Watchtower medical bay, a place that rarely saw Clark in there unless he was visiting a teammate, and promptly fled before you could ask him anything other than what had knocked Superman out of the battle.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered as you pushed his hands away from your hips. Clark’s heavy, ragged breathing assured you that he was alive but the raspy undertone made your heart race in a way that was entirely different from his. He whined at your denial and you cursed under your breath. If you let him fuck you right now, he’d destroy you. Clark was good at maintaining his strength in his everyday life, including the bed, but with pink kryptonite involved, he had no inhibitions right now.

“Okay. Okay.” Your mind went back to the gag gift that was currently sitting in a lead box in your bag. Fuck. Maybe you were clairvoyant. How did you come up with this shit?

“I’m going to grab something, okay? And when I come back you better be out of that suit and on your knees like the good boy I know you can be. Right?”

Clark whined, his erection straining against his skin tight suit. You brushed your hand over it and grinned as he moaned. He reached for the collar of his suit and you left him to it. Your bag was close by, luckily, and you fished through it until you found the little box.

Turning around, you found Clark kneeling on the ground completely naked with his heavy, long cock hanging between his legs. Big, blue eyes blinked up at you and he had to be painfully hard based on the tears lining his lashes.

“This should help, baby. It’s gonna make you feel better and then I will make you feel so good.”

He whined again, a pathetic sound that made your traitorous cunt throb. Now was not the time to get horny. Not when he needed you to focus.

The kryptonite infused cock ring had been a joke. Clark and you had poked fun at the idea of using sex toys on him, but nothing could faze or restrain the Man of Steel. Until you had gotten drunk with Dinah one night and came up with a brilliant idea that Bruce reluctantly agreed to help make, solely so you could stop saying he owes you for saving his life that one time.

It came in handy now. Despite Clark being hard as hell, you were able to fit the cock ring snugly around the base of his cock. His balls hung heavy over the edge of the metal, but he shuddered in relief at the feeling.

“Does that feel better?” you cooed, stroking your hand through his soft hair. He pushed his head closer to your hand and sighed at your gentle touch. The pink kryptonite effects would wear off in about two to three hours, but the green kryptonite ensured that he wouldn’t hurt you as you helped him out.

You settled yourself onto the ground in front of him, your knees pressed against his, and reached out to grasp his veiny, thick cock in your hand. He was so big that it made your hands look tiny and you always marveled at the fact that you somehow fit him in your mouth, cunt, and ass.

His hips jerked at your touch and then he let his head fall until his forehead pressed against your shoulder. You pressed a delicate kiss to his temple and started a slow, even stroke along his dick as his hips rolled along with the drag of your touch.

“So beautiful, Clark. Once you’re not affected by the kryptonite, I’ll make sure to put this cock ring on you and tease you until you’re begging me. I could probably even spank you and leave a mark for once. Wouldn’t that be nice, right? Seeing you covered in pretty little red marks?”

Clark moaned, wonton and broken and perfect. With one hand cradling his head and the other jerking him off, you kept talking him through it.

“You’re so strong that this ring won’t stop you, but I love knowing I have more power than you right now. I love knowing you trust me to treat you well. You know that I will always take care of you, right?”

He nodded and you kissed his cheek. “That’s my good boy. Let’s see how many times we can get you to come until it wears off.”