#they cried for you Bug and you bathed in their tears

[not-5-rats]

Bug probably had Hunter friends, they may not have had a very long career as a Hunter but they managed to get the boys to like them pretty quickly so Bug magic y'know

They thought it was ridiculous to send such a novice Hunter that far out, especially given the rumours of the size of monster that lived out there. Even if they were good, it was too soon. Yet they were sent away. Their friends didn't rest properly whilst they were gone, sure they'd lost people before, in this business it's bound to happen eventually, but this was different, this fucker was their friend. If even just a work friend. They were valued, they couldn't be beaten by this stupid fucking mission

Yet the days passed, those days turning to weeks and there was no sign of Bug. Bug was happy, living in peace at last, with a family who cared, an odd family of those they weren't meant to like let alone care for in such a close way, but a family nonetheless. But in the local town people grieved them, people cried thinking of the fate that Bug met out there, out with those cruel beasts. They mourned, they buried Bugs spare weapons, their uniform, since they had no body.

Bug was finally at peace, but they didn't consider the lives they tore apart by finding that peace...but sometimes that's how things have to be. They wouldn't understand...it was better this way. It was better for them to simply dissapear than for them to 'betray' their cause, their colleagues, their friends. It was better to kill the Hunter they were so they could live the rest of their days as the Bug they were meant to be

...but those people would still continue to mourn, they'd be remembered as a young lost soldier, somebody who could've lived an amazing life but had that ripped away from them by the very thing they were trying to protect. They would continue to grieve a soul thay was never true, a person thay never truly existed...they continued to cry for the death of a stranger as the physical being they 'knew' would live as their true self not too far away

[emily--prentiss]

I LOVE YOU, ALWAYS FOREVER

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

cw: mentions of pregnancy/childbirth, no use of Y/N, just pure fluff and love

a/n: I’ve caught the writing bug again! after so long not writing anything, I now can’t seem to stop. anyway, please enjoy this short fic of aaron just being absolutely smitten with his girls <3

word count: 1.2k

You hadn’t thought it was possible to love him more.

From the moment he’d first asked you on a date - uncharacteristically timid, stumbling over his words, so unlike the fearless leader you’d come to idolise and respect since joining the team all those years ago - he’d treated you as if you’d hung the stars in the sky yourself.

He wasn’t overly affectionate in public, but you didn’t mind. You were well aware that he had an image to uphold. When you were alone, however, he showered you with affection. It was overwhelming at first, and you’d felt undeserving, not used to being in a relationship with someone that adored you, that loved you completely, that respected you all the more. But as time wore on, you’d become accustomed to these little romantic gestures that, even now, had your cheeks tinting a light pink, butterflies forming in your stomach, and a smile that you tried (and failed) to suppress tugging at your lips.

On the nights where you were apart, back when you were still living in your own apartment, he formed small, affectionate habits. He’d send a text to check you were home safe, following a date or a long day at the office. He’d have flowers delivered regularly, bright bouquets waiting on your doorstep when you returned home from a gruelling case, always accompanied by the sweetest, handwritten note (you had a shoebox full of them tucked away in your closet, a physical reminder of his love for you). He’d call you as you settled into bed, his voice gentle over the phone as he was wished you sweet dreams, told you how much he missed you, how he couldn’t wait to see you again.

When you moved in with him, just a few short months before he proposed, his gestures changed in tandem with your relationship. If he had to be at the office early, you’d wake to a note left atop his pillow, hastily written messages of love and adoration ensuring a beautiful start to your day. After a particularly difficult case, he’d usher you into the bathroom the moment you got home. He’d run you a bath, help you ease into the water, and disappear into the kitchen to cook you one of your favourite meals while you allowed the hot water and bubbles to melt away your troubles.

On your wedding day, he’d allowed himself to be less reserved. The moment he saw you, as you began your descent down the aisle, he was consumed by emotions, his beautiful eyes shining with unshed tears. He’d leaned into you as you took his hand, matching smiles on your faces, and whispered sweet nothings into your ear, telling you just how beautiful he thought you’d looked. He seemed unable to resist touching you after that initial contact. At any given moment, his hand was pressed to the small of your back, or his fingers were intertwined with your own, or his lips were pressing tender kisses to your forehead, your cheeks, your lips. Though he kept reminding you of his love for you throughout the day, whispering it into your skin, you could feel it through those small gestures, too.

He held you close to him as you danced together for the first time as man and wife. His eyes were on you the entire time as the pair of you moved effortlessly around the dance floor, surrounded by your loved ones, his ever present smile unwavering. During his speech, you’d cried tears of happiness, so overwhelmed by the life he’d given you, the joy he made you feel every day.

He loved you wholly, and you didn’t think you could love him more.

That was, until the first time you saw him hold your daughter.

It had been gruelling, the birth. Long. Tiring. Aaron had been by your side constantly. He held your hand, wiped the sweat from your brow, and told you over and over how proud he was of you.

And the smile that had consumed him, all teeth and dimples as your daughter had come kicking and screaming into the world, left you breathless.

He was smitten from the moment he laid eyes on her. Had waited for your subtle nod of assent before he left your side to be with her while the nurses weighed her and cleaned her up, unable to take his eyes off of her for a moment. When she was placed in your arms for the first time, he’d wrapped his arms around the two of you as a choked noise left you, somewhere between a sob and a laugh. And although you weren’t alone in the room, midwife and nurses alike still floating around, it felt as though the world had shrunk to just the three of you - husband, wife, child.

He whispered against your cheek how perfect, how beautiful she was. Just like her mother. You’d scoffed then, partly because you’d always been unable to accept a compliment, mostly because you were certain you were anything but beautiful in that moment. Your hair most definitely resembled a birds nest, your lips were chapped and dry, and the sweat had dried uncomfortable onto your skin. But as you’d looked up at him and found his gaze settled on you for the briefest of moments before he’d leant forward to press a gentle, loving kiss to your lips, you thought perhaps he’d truly meant it.

Aaron didn’t hold the baby - Ivy, you’d settled on fairly quickly - until the three of you were finally alone. Though he’d refused to stray far, he knew how important those initial moments of bonding were between you and your tiny speck of a baby, so had refrained for as long as possible. But after a while, you’d looked over at where he stood towered over your bed, eyes roving over the baby as if trying to memorise every tiny detail of her little body. When you’d finally caught his eye, you’d tilted your head in a silent invitation that he join the two of you on the bed, a small laugh bubbling out of you at how quickly he shuffled in beside you. The baby was transferred into his awaiting arms, and as you curled yourself into his side as best as you could, you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight of them.

Ivy, who was already a little small for her age, appeared even more so as she nestled into her father’s chest. The palm of one of his hands encompassed her back, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against her through the blanket she was wrapped up in. The baby had grizzled as she’d been moved from her mother’s arms to her father’s. But as Aaron whispered into her ear how much he already loved her - something he’d done to you countless times over the years - she settled, as if she knew she was safe. Protected by the first man to ever love her.

And as the three of you rested in comfortable silence, you felt it again.

That love for him, a love that already felt all encompassing, growing even more.

[leahsgf]

LIFESAVER - leah williamson

leah williamson x child!reader | based on this request!

leah sighed as she awoke to the sound of your cries ringing through the baby monitor for what felt like the tenth time that night, wincing even more when she checked the time - it of course being only five minutes before her alarm was due to go off, only her luck.

you were usually a pretty good sleeper, and rarely cried in general, never mind throughout the night - so she had known almost instantly the first time you had awoken that you were feeling under the weather, and her worries had only proven right as the night had gone on and your state had worsened.

and again, as if it was part of a well planned routine, your cries only intensified when she eventually padded across the hallway and pushed open the door to your room, your little arms immediately throwing themselves up towards her, desperately in search of any form of comfort.

she bent down and scooped you out of your crib, cradling you in her arms in an instant, never one to deny you her embrace.

“i’m here sweetheart, i’ve got you. what’s the matter hm? can you tell mama?” she soothed for what felt like the hundredth time, running her hand through your bed head, voice so gentle that no outsider would believe it was the same stoic england captain they were so used to if they witnessed it.

you simply whined, more tears angrily slipping down your noticeably red cheeks as you buried your face into her neck, whimpering - her feeling warmth radiating off of you like a heater.

she had picked up on your temperature over the night and had kept an eye on it, and whilst it had definitely now started to come back down, she could tell that you still weren’t feeling great. she could guess based on how sniffly your cries had become, paired with the level of sick you'd been over the course of the night - that you’d picked up the latest nasty bug, most likely from your nursery, despite you only going there once or twice a week.

the nursery that you now wouldn’t be able to attend for the next forty eight hours whilst your mother went to training.

usually, leah wouldn't even hesitate to call jonas and let him know that she wouldn't be able to make it to training - you were her number one priority always, but of course, the one day you get ill happens to be the one day of the season that leah can't miss, or arrange for somebody to look after you at home.

meaning she'd have to bring you with her.

“okay my bubba. we’re gonna make you all better in no time, kay? you're gonna be my little helper for the day and come to work with me, and see all your aunties! they'll be so excited to see you.” she chatted away to you as she made her way down to the kitchen - prepping your morning bottle and fetching you some 'magic' medicine, whilst bouncing you gently in her arms.

you settled finally as you drank, clutching onto the bottle for dear life as leah stroked your forehead, it’s temperature finally going down to somewhat normal as the medicine started to kick in, your tiredness following, and catching up to you.

you were almost fast asleep as she bathed and changed you into some fresh, non sicky clothes, texting the arsenal group chat as a pre warning of your previously unexpected arrival.

she was grateful to say the least when she looked in her mirror to see you still knocked out in your car seat as she drove to the training ground - hoping that you finally getting some rest in meant that you were on the up, and that you'd wake up feeling better again.

“come on then my girl, let’s go see everyone then shall we” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your head as she unbuckled and lifted your sleeping frame into her arms, slipping your dummy into your mouth and grabbing your blanket, before grabbing both of your bags and heading inside.

-

“there’s my favourite girl!” an unmistakable irish voice boomed down the corridor from behind the pair of you, leah wincing as you stirred ever so slightly - not wanting to deal with another repeat of this morning.

thankfully, no such thing happened - katie getting the hint after a single look from the blonde, and a slap on the arm from caitlin.

“shit, sorry! do you want us to take her whilst you go and speak to jonas and kim about the plan for the day? they said it won't take long today” katie whispered, already reaching out for you before she had an answer.

“you’re a lifesaver, thank you! i'll be as quick as i can - if she does wake up there’s anything she’ll need in her bag, but she should hopefully be out for a while.” leah gently transferred you into katie’s waiting arms, a now well practiced routine with the team whenever they wanted baby cuddles and you were sleeping, and passed the aussie beside her your bag.

-

by the time you woke again, nearly four hours had passed - and you had been in pretty much everyone in the building's arms at some point or another as the team took turns doing drills.

your auntie viv was the lucky one this time, your eyes fluttering open slowly as she swayed with you wrapped up in her hold, humming a dutch lullaby. she was easily one of your favourite people, and had been for as long as you could remember, having cried in everybody else's arms apart from hers, the most awkward and freaked out person over holding a baby in the room, when you were a couple of weeks old.

"vivi" you mumbled, voice muffled by both your dummy and the sleep as you glanced up at her, playing with her fingers ever so softly.

"hi tiny, you feeling any better?" she asked, knowing that you probably had no idea what she was asking you, and that the fact you weren't crying was probably the best answer she was going to get.

you had perked up massively, some colour finally returning to your cheeks as your sleep clearly fought off whatever nastiness you had been feeling earlier on.

you babbled incoherently and pointed towards where alessia, katie and steph were chatting - another sign that you were definitely feeling a little bit more like yourself, wanting to be involved in what everyone was doing again.

the dutch woman placed you down on the floor as you wriggled and attempted to get down yourself, chuckling and following after you as you determinedly toddled over to the trio.

katie was the first to notice you and scoop you up, pretending that you were a rocket ship, making you squeal with laughter before steph had reminded her to be gentle with you. she only tickled you softly in response before placing you back down and letting you kick a ball to her and alessia, as steph rummaged through your backpack for a top up of medicine and a snack for you - knowing that you'd likely be starving.

the australian had very nearly been met with a complete meltdown when you'd spotted the medicine, it only being resolved because you saw lia stopping to get a snack and take her own medicine for her leg, letting you go and happily sit with her, thinking you were as cool as your auntie lia as steph popped the syringe of pink liquid into your mouth.

-

leah had been checking in on how you were doing every half an hour or so, and she had never been happier to see you run towards her when she caught your eye.

"hi my baby! how are you feeling?" she cooed, granting your wish to be in her arms immediately and fussing over you whilst thanking all of the girls for their help.

“she’s been good, slept like a champ and just had some more medicine - think she’s officially on the mend.” steph answered, grinning at you and playing with your hair as leah pressed kisses to your cheek.

you clapped your hands and cheered, not understanding the words but loving the attention that was on you - and how the horrible ache in your body had started to fade.

“alright then! we’re all done for the day so we’re gonna head off for some much needed rest - thank you girls for all of your help with this one. say bye to your aunties then bubba.” leah collected all of your stuff and waved goodbye - you copying her almost identically, as expected.

“bye bye.” you said as clearly as your dummy would allow, waving again at each of the girls individually, who had all gathered near you, their usual place whenever you were around.

“clumsy lessi.” you mumbled as you pointed at alessia, the rest room erupting in laughter just like every other time you said it, and the striker once again protested.

“she knows like ten words and those are two of them!”

"don't get mad at the baby for speaking the truth russo!"

[mommyslittlebird]

hybrid!reader sorta runs away and gets lost for a while and wanda or someone else finds them? LOVE U :3

You and Wanda were playing in the park when you saw it: a beautiful red fox. You pounced, sticking your bottom in the air and wagging your tail. This is the thing you were made for. You had to go get it. You ran after it as it darted into the forest.

Oh, this was gonna be so wonderful. You were gonna do your job and Mama was gonna be so so proud of you when you showed her the fox. She would tell you what a good puppy you were, finding that beautiful fox for her. You would get so many scratches and treats.

You ran happily through the woods, but unfortunately you were so busy thinking about mama that you lost the fox’s trail. And when you turned around to head back to mama, you realized she wasn’t there. You were surrounded on all sides by trees and forest. You tried to come back the way you came, but you couldn’t quite remember which way that was.

“Mama? Where are you mama?” You cried into the empty woods, but there was no one around. First you ran, looking hopelessly for an end to the forest. Then you got tired, so you walked. Then you got so tired you fell to the forest floor and cried.

After what you can only assume had been days, maybe even weeks, you found a clearing. Your paw pads were sore from walking through the brush. You were on the brink of both dehydration and starvation. You couldn’t even cry anymore, as you were out of tears. (It had been ~4.5 hours.)

“Hey there, little puppy,” said a stranger, reaching out to help you. You were too tired to run away. “Are you lost?”

You nodded, starting to tear up again. “I need to find my mama.”

The stranger nodded in understanding. “Okay, sweetheart. We’ll find your mama. Do you know her phone number?”

You shook your head. You weren’t good at remembering big numbers. “It… it’s on my collar.”

The kind stranger look at your collar, dialing Wanda’s number and giving her your location. Wanda was there within minutes.

“Oh, baby!” She exclaimed, running to you and scooping you up in her arms. “I thought I lost you. Look at you! Poor thing, a mess of burs and sticks all over. Let’s get you home, my love.”

And after a short thank you to the stranger, Wanda was driving you home. You babbled the whole car ride about your harrowing experience in the forest. “Mama, it was terrible! There was… spikes on everything! I even hurted my paw mama. See? It bleeded all over. And all the animals made scary noises and…and there was bugs and… and they bited me all over!”

“Oh no! I can’t believe all those nasty bugs bit you all over and all those spikes scraped you up. It’s okay baby. Mama’s here now. No more bugs or thorns. We’re gonna get you all cleaned up and back in mama’s arms where you belong,” she cooed sympathetically.

When you got home, Wanda took you immediately to the bathtub. “Poor baby. You must be exhausted. You’re not even fighting mama about getting in the bath.”

She worked diligently with scissors, shampoo, and conditioner to work the burs and twigs out of your hair. She cooed and praised you the entire time, not even complaining when you covered her dirty water.

When she was finally done, she picked you up out of the water and dried you off with a towel. She covered your scratched paw in gauze and wrap, then she picked you up and carried you to bed.

You immediately curled up in the soft sheet, circling around and arranging the pillow and blankets in a perfect nest for you and mama to sleep in.

When you both settle in, and she wrapped her warm arms around you, you said, “mama? I don’t think I’m a very good hunting dog.”

She chuckled and kissed your head. You were, in fact, a terrible hunting dog. “That’s okay baby. You can just be mama’s perfect snuggle buddy instead.”

[eggcompany]

Jayce cries after sex. Viktor’s in his lap, their bodies still connected, kissing away his tears. Jayce is sniffling, arms wrapped around Viktor, pressing their chests together uncaring of the brace hard against his torso.

“So well Jayce, you did so well. I love you.” Viktor whispers, kisses all over the other man’s face, wiping the tears away. Jayce looks at him like he hung the moon.

“I love you too, I love you so much Vik, I love you” Jayce said, something so bone deep and heady in his voice as he lays his head against Viktor, hiding away in his boney shoulder.

Viktor would huff a laugh, a big dog, Jayce reminds him of. He rubs up and down the muscular, strong back before him, pressing kisses to Jayce’s hair, ears, wherever he can reach until eventually he gets carried to the bath.

Jayce just gets so overwhelmed by his own emotions, the release of an orgasm shattering his resolve. Viktor doesn’t mind. He likes seeing his strong man of progress turned into nothing more than a sniveling cuddle bug.

[socratestheegg]

Contraversal opinion but I think when Wesker is very overwhelmed (I’m talking like incompetence from everyone, Excella bugging him every five seconds, his experiments not going his way) he goes home to his partner and gets them to lay in bed with him while he cries into their chest. 

(A/N: I have a slight headcannon that Albert is autisic/has autisic traits due to how he was raised, such as he gets overtsimuated a lot, hyperfixations, everything has to be done his way or the highway to hell, doesn't understand social cues, has a comfort person, and just idk... this is just a little whip I made, not the best, I hope its okay :?)

“Dr. Wesker, we can’t find the sample”

“We need to redo the experiments, there was an error.”

“I spilled coffee on my laptop, I need a new one.”

“We haven’t been paid for this week.”

“I need vacation time for tomorrow.”

Albert clenched his teeth, all he wanted was a coffee and now all of Tricell was trying to gain his attention. He clenched his eyes shut rubbing his forehead as he pushed through the crowd of people.

Splash!

Suddenly his white button-up was stained with the dark brown liquid, steam flowing from the material. 

“Dr. Wesker I–”

“Do you know how much this cost?” Wesker hissed.

Silence from everyone, Wesker sighed pushing past everyone, storming to his office, his safe space.

“Albert!” Excella called out, her heels clicking against the tile floor.

Wesker picked up the pace, ignoring her, trying to at least have five minutes to himself. 

“Albert! I have to talk to you!” she yelled out, picking up her pace as well.

Wesker burst through the door of his office and locked it behind him, before quickly drawing the blinds, encasing the office in the dark. 

Albert sighed picking up his desk phone and dialing the house.

“Hello, Wesker residence.” 

The maid.

“Could you please put–”

“Who is this?” the maid cut off 

“Albert Wesker. Your boss.” He snapped. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Wesker I didn’t recognize your voice on the phone–”

“Yes, yes. Now is my wife there?” 

“No, she’s out, she’s gone to–”

Albert hung up and dialed your phone.

“Albert–”

“Dearheart I–”

“Albert, my phone is about to die, can’t talk right now.” you interrupted. “Love you bye!”

The line went dead

Albert rubbed his eyes before slamming the receiver down, shattering it. 

“There you are! Now I needed to talk to you about what I’m going to wear to the gala!” Excella whined holding up two dresses. 

The first one was a red short piece, too tight even for the hanger it was on, it looked like it was something a stripper would wear before tearing off.

The second one looked like someone spray-painted a wedding dress gold.

“How did you get into my office?” Wesker growled. 

“I’m thinking the–”

“I said how did you get into my office?!” Wesker yelled.

Excella rolled her eyes dropping the dresses on the floor. “I have a spare key, god, for the future god of this world you’re not–”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Wesker snapped unbuttoning his wet shirt. 

Excella smirked watching his display, “Oh? Have you finally realised that—” Wesker threw his shirt aside, exposing his muscular body covered in bite marks, scratches, hickeys, and lipstick marks that were slightly faded.

“What have I realised?” Wesker demanded, grabbing his spare button-up from his desk drawer.

“Nothing.” Excella sighed.

And the crocodile tears started. 

Albert rolled his eyes pushing past her and storming off to his car.

When Albert walked in, he noticed your carefree demeanor, and how you radiated happiness against his awful day. 

“Albert?” you asked gently, “are you okay?” 

No response.

“Albert.” you sighed unbuttoning his shirt, slowly taking it off of him before leading him to the bedroom. You sat him down, taking off his shoes and socks. 

“Do you want a bath or a shower?” you asked.

“... shower.” Albert murmured.

“Do you want to choose dinner?” you asked again. 

He shook his head.

You nodded undoing his belt and pulling off his pants, you guided him to the bathroom letting him do his thing.

When he came out of the bathroom the bedroom was turned into a dimly lit place, his favorite takeaway on the side table. 

And there you were.

Completely naked sitting in bed with the covers pulled off, welcoming him into the bed.

Albert crawled into bed and buried his head in between your breasts, you stroked his hair as he sobbed into your chest, holding you close. 

The purest form of intimacy for him.

“I love you,” he whispered. 

“I love you too.”

[zegrasdrysdale]

Jamie or Nico where the reader is sick has the stomach bug or somthing and being really sweet and either Jamie or nico is takeing care of the reader

[ i’ve got you ] n. hischier

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : Nico takes care of his girlfriend while she’s down and basically out with the stomach flu

warning(s) : the stomach flu, throwing up, being sick in general

author’s note : this request coming in while i was sick and throwing up myself was very funny

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The bathroom floor has become her friend over the past 24 hours or so. She’s spent more time in the bathroom than she has in her bedroom. The doctor at the urgent care told her to get as much rest as she could before she goes back to work, but the social media interns have been slacking since the stomach flu took her out two days ago. She hasn’t exactly been listening to the advice she’s been given and has been working from home.

This morning is no different than the last few days. Her back is against the wall right next to the toilet. Her eyes are closed but she’s not asleep. She’s probably going off of ten hours of sleep total in the last 72 hours because of the amount of time she’s spent in the bathroom.

The door opens and a pajama clad Nico walks into the room. Her eyes open and she looks up at her boyfriend of two years. Nico takes two large steps toward her and crouches beside her. He rests a hand on her forehead.

“Temperature hasn’t changed,” she croaks. “I checked it when I woke up. Still over 101 but less than 102. It’s like 101.6 or something. I can’t remember right now. I think I’m throwing up my stomach at this point because I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left in there to actually throw up.”

Nico frowns and sits crisscrossed in front of her. “I think you should go to the emergency room, liebling,” he tells her. “Your fever hasn’t broken and you’re still throwing up even though there isn’t anything to throw up. I know you are still working too so maybe not being home would be a good thing.”

Her stomach knots up and she reaches for the toilet. Nico grabs her hair and holds it up for her as she throws up for what’s probably the twentieth time in three days. Her throat is so sore from the bile she’s puked up.

Tears prick her eyes when she flushes the toilet and sits back. “I hate being sick,” she cries to Nico. “I hate that I practically live on the bathroom floor.”

Nico brushes her tears away. “I know,” he replies. Nico pauses for a second. “I’m going to tell Keefe and Fitzy that I’m going to stay home for the roadie so you aren’t alone, okay? I’ll do interviews or whatever here if they want me to. I’ll work from home like you even though you shouldn’t be working at all.”

“Interns don’t know what they’re doing,” she mumbles.

“This is when you let them figure it out,” Nico laughs as he brushes her sweaty locks out of her face. “Let your department head take over until you get back. Working isn’t helping you get better, liebling. It’s keeping you from getting better. Stressing about work isn’t good for you when you’re sick.”

The worst part is that she knows he’s right. Working isn’t helping her get any better. Stressing about what the interns are doing isn’t helping anything.

She sighs and looks up at him. “I’ll call my boss and tell her that I can’t work until I get back in the office,” she tells Nico. “I guess I’ll let the interns destroy the social media.”

“Leave it alone,” Nico tells her with a smile. “Your boss is capable enough to cover it. They won’t destroy the social media. I’ll call your boss for you while you soak in a warm bath. No more worrying about work. You’re not working from home anymore. That’s me if they need me to do an interview or two while they go on the road.”

After she nods, Nico starts a warm bath for her in the tub while she slowly strips out of the disgusting clothes she’s been living in since the first day she got sick.

Nico helps her into the warm water, which feels good on her aching body. He leaves the room for a couple of moments. She sinks down until her chin is submerged. Her eyes close as she finally doesn’t feel like she has to throw up for the first time in three days.

She doesn’t realize that Nico came back until he sits her up and sinks down in the water behind her. “You’re going to get sick,” she mumbles. “If I was going to get sick then I would’ve gotten sick already. Let me take care of you, liebling. I’ve got you.”

He grabs a cup from the ground beside the tub that he must’ve brought in with him and leans her head back to wet her hair. She hums at how good it feels to have warm water on her scalp.

Nico washes and conditions her hair, with her instruction because she wants to at least make sure her hair is done right. He helps her clean her body. He’s very gentle with her since her entire body is aching with fever.

“Do you think you can eat something?” Nico asks. “I can make you toast or you can snack on some crackers.”

She shakes her head and leans back against Nico’s chest as she shuts her eyes. “Wanna sleep,” she mumbles. “So sleepy.”

Her body relaxes and she feels herself enter a daze. Until Nico gently shakes her awake. “Can’t sleep in the tub,” he tells her. “Let’s get you dressed and into bed. Maybe I’ll have something ready for you to eat when you wake.”

With a tired groan, she allows Nico to help her out of the tub and wrapped up in a towel. He helps her into their shared bedroom where he grabs one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants for her to dress into.

As soon as her body hits the mattress and her head hits the pillows, she begins to drift off to sleep. Nico presses a kiss to her temple and mumbles, “Sleep well. We’ll try food when you wake up. I love you.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

When she wakes, it feels like she’s blinked. She feels only slightly better when her nap is over, but she looks over at her bedside table and finds a piece of unbuttered toast. It looks like it was recently put there. Something small to get in her stomach since she’s thrown up everything else she’s tried to eat.

There’s a voice coming from the other room so she goes to investigate when she’s done eating. She throws on one of the hoodies she borrowed from Nico and heads out into the living room of their apartment.

Nico looks back at her as he’s saying, “… a couple of days away from the team. I’m not hurt but my girlfriend is very sick and shouldn’t be left alone.” He pauses. “Yes, just put me on leave for personal reasons. Say I have to deal with a family emergency for a couple of days.” He pauses again and turns his back to her. “Yeah, I’ll be available for an interview or two once this is announced. I know a lot of people will have questions and I’m not afraid to answer any of them.” He pauses one last time. “Thank you. Let me know if I need to do any interviews or if I need to send out a statement.”

Then he hangs up the phone and turns back to her. “You got your leave?” she questions.

He nods. “Yeah,” he sighs. “They understood that I need to step away. I don’t want to be in California while you’re here sick. I want to make sure I’m here if something happens and you need to go to the hospital. It’s one thing if I’m playing in a homestand, it’s another if I go on a California roadie for a week.”

She frowns and is so exhausted and overwhelmed that tears form in her eyes. They roll down her cheeks and she does her best to wipe them away before Nico sees them, but it’s too late.

Nico walks up to her and wraps his arms around her. “I don’t deserve you,” she sobs. “I’ve been such a bad girlfriend recently and stressing you out because I’ve been stressing myself out. I haven’t been listening to anything that anyone is saying to me because I thought working was more important than resting and getting better.”

“This is why I’m here,” Nico tells her. “To help you out in moments like this. Remind you to take a break. Relieve some of that stress by telling your boss to take over your work until you get back and help you into the tub so you can soak.”

The tears don’t stop at Nico’s words. They only get worse and her sobs get louder because she’s so tired and overwhelmed.

Yet, he holds her the entire time she cries in the living room.

This is the reason she loves Nico. It’s never been a choice between her and hockey for him. He’s picked her over his career numerous times over the past two years or so. Even at her worst moments, like right now. He’s always stepped away from hockey to take care of her.

It’s what makes him a great captain too. He’s always putting his teammates above himself, no matter what team he’s on or what country he’s playing in. Their needs, their injuries, their illnesses. It’s no surprise to her that those qualities come into play in their relationship.

She finally stops crying after five minutes, and Nico never lets her go. She looks up at him and he dries her cheeks with his thumbs.

“I love you,” she tells him. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Nico kisses her forehead. “You seem a little cooler,” he says. “Are you feeling better?”

“I don’t feel like I have to throw up the toast yet,” she sighs. “Key word being ‘yet’ in that sentence.”

He laughs and suggests, “How about a movie and you can sleep if you want? Does that sound good?” She nods.

The pair go back into their bedroom. She curls up at Nico’s side as he finds something to watch on Netflix. She never finds out what he put on because she was back asleep before he picked something.

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[luveline]

For Eddie and Roan, can you write a ficlet where Roan wakes up sick and goes to Eddie's bed to wake him up and tell him she doesn't feel good and he's worried and takes her temperature and sees that she's fever, so he stays at home taking care of her?

eddie and roan ♡

Roan's head feels heavy as a bowling ball. She focuses very hard on not falling over, and so she doesn't realise you're awake and sitting up until she's climbing onto the bottom of your bed. 

“Hey, princess,” you whisper, holding your finger to your lips, “daddy's still sleeping.” 

She loves you, but she ignores you. She loves you, capital L, but she needs her dad. You don't try to stop her, the book on your thighs closing as you let your hiked knees fall. “Ro?” you ask. 

“Dad,” she whines, “I need you to be awake.” 

Eddie puts his hand up to her face. Roan groans and tips her head back as he feels along her head to the soft crop of hair at the base of her neck. “Why?” he asks hoarsely, pulling her in blindly.  

Parcelled against his chest, Roan can hardly breathe. “Daddy,” she says urgently. 

He lifts his head on the pillow, eyes peeled back painstakingly slowly. “What's the matter, Ro?” 

She knew he'd know there was something wrong. Her dad knows everything even when he says he doesn't, and her eyes fizzle with tears in the gentle embrace of his arm. He rubs her back accordingly. “What's wrong, baby?” he asks, adopting his softest of tones. 

Roan hides her face in his chest shyly. “I feel bad…” 

Eddie feels suddenly and extremely worried at the sight of her. He panics hard, heart in his mouth sort of panic, but then you touch his elbow and he remembers he's not doing it alone anymore. 

“What kind of sick?” he asks. 

Roan curls into her pill bug shape on top of him and cries about her head feeling weird and her tummy aching. He puts his hand on her stomach and finds it bloated despite it being rather small otherwise. He has no idea what it means, but he assures her it'll be okay the way he always does, murmurs said between teeny kisses pressed to her temple and his fingers raking down through her hair one rumpled curl at a time. 

Your second alarm rings. 

You get dressed quickly and Eddie doesn't move. He knows he can't go to work, not when she's like this. He can't imagine sending her to school, and can't imagine leaving her home this sort of sick without him. He remembers all those years ago feeling sick as a dog wishing Wayne could stay home just to keep him company, and he remembers being smaller, his mom on the couch, his sweaty head in her lap.  

You hop into one of your socks, smiling at him over her head. He smiles back. What can you do? it says. 

Perfume sprayed, hair done, you stand in the doorway brushing your teeth. “I can go get you some stuff before I go to work if I rush. Sorry, I wasn't thinking. She likes the cream of mushroom soup, right? Or is it cream of chicken?” 

“Both. Mushroom’s her favourite. And white rice. And cranberry juice.” 

“I know she wants cranberry juice,” you say around a mouthful of froth, waving your hand, “don't insult me, Eds.” 

He feels her forehead. She'd felt warm enough to guess she was sick, but her forehead is ember hot. “Aw, god,” he says, sitting up despite his twinging back, Roan held tight to his chest. “Can you get me a hand towel? Soak it in some cold water?” 

“Sure thing,” you say, rushing off. 

“This isn't cool, Ro, you weren't gonna tell me you're a human furnace? Thought we told each other everything?” he asks, brushing her hair back from her face. 

“I'm hot,” she says. 

He taps the tip of her nose. Her eyes focus on his finger, so he figures she'll be okay for now. “I know. I can feel it.” He'll hold a cold hand towel to her head for a bit to give her the chance to calm down, and if she doesn't cool he'll give her a lukewarm bath. There will be things to do, taking her temperature, calling the school, calling the doctor, rubbing her small back, but he's done it before. He can handle it without you. 

“I'm just a phone call away, okay?” you say, passing him the wrung towel carefully. “If you need anything, just call me.” You kiss his cheek, then Roan's. “Promise?” 

“I'll call you,” he says honestly. “But we'll be okay, won't we, babe?” 

Roan mumbles something unintelligible. Eddie's pretty sure she's saying we'll be fine. 

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Helaena X Reader: A mothers pain

a/n: i want to give Helaena a hug so bad. My poor girl

Warnings: attempted suicide, talks of death, grief, crying, angst, no use of y/n, happy ending, not proofread.

Word count: 1,5K

It's an odd feeling, one she has not experienced willingly in a while. Her mother often tried to touch her. To pull her into her cold embrace but she always denied her. Today at the funeral she’d almost broken down. She’d tried to climb in her mothers lap like she did as a child. The thought seemed absurd now but it had made sense to her at that moment.

Your body is warm against her, your arms wrapped around her frame. She’d stopped crying a while ago, there were no tears left to shed. Instead she stared at the floor as you held her. You’d always been there for her. Whenever she needed you you were just a call away. It didn’t matter what her request was, you would find a way to give it to her.

You’d been the one who had brought in the bugs for her collection. You would sneak into the kitchen when she had pregnancy cravings in the middle of the night . And you’d been there when she’d given birth to the twins. It seemed natural that her body seeked out your touch but it surprised you all the same. 

She’d stumbled into the room followed by her maids. You were already there waiting for her. She had glanced up at you in silence. You waited for her to call your name before you moved closer. She seemed so frail, standing in the middle of the room without knowing what to do. You placed your hand on her arm, the contact causing her to look up at you. Her eyes looked dazed but she met your eye contact anyway. Slowly you moved closer to her, your arms wrapping around her. She didn’t move against you for a moment but then you felt her body begin to shake. You tighten your grip on her as she lets her body sag. You allowed her to pull you down to the floor with her. Her maids looked at you in questioning. You merely pointed to the door telling them to leave. 

Helena cried for hours and you held her the whole time. Your hand stroked her hair as she tried to regain her breathing. You could feel her breath skim over your neck as you held her. She called out your name in a whisper, causing you to look at her.

“Yes, your grace?”

“I’d like a bath.”

“Of course.”

It was already dark outside. You moved over to the bathtub, filling it with warm water. Helaena sat at the edge of the room, her hands wringing each other as she waited for you to return to her. Once you finished preparing her bath you made your way to the young queen. You placed your arm out to her, allowing her to use your body to steady herself. You walked over to the tub making sure Helaena was as close as possible.

“Do you want help with your clothes?”

Helaena nodded at your question, her eyes staring into the water. You moved gently, removing her dress and underclothes with great care. She was pliable, allowing you to move her around to make removing her clothing easier. You’d never seen her quite so out of it. The sight pained you a lot. You were used to seeing the joyful side of Helaena, not this sad shell that stood before you now. 

You help Helaena climb into the tub. The water splashed around as she slowly allowed her body to become covered. You grabbed a sponge, rubbing small circles on Helaena's pale skin.

“You can dunk your head in now, your Grace.”

You stood up, turning to grab something you’d forgotten. Helaena sunk into the tub, allowing the water to cover her upper side entirely. She remained under the water for a moment. It felt peaceful, the dulled sound made her feel sleepy and the warm water felt like a hug. Her hands gripped at the edge of the tub, forcing her body to continue under. The need to breathe began to overwhelm her but she pushed it down. She wanted to go to sleep. She wanted to sleep and not wake up. She closed her eyes allowing her thoughts to drift.

Helaena felt something strong grab at her body. She felt the water move around her, the sudden dull sound being replaced by your voice. Her head throbbed a bit. She opened her eyes, finding your fear stricken face. Your eyes were wide and you looked paler than normal. You tugged Helaenas body into your arms not caring about getting your clothes wet. When you’d turn around you’d expected to see Helaena sitting in the tub with her head above water. Instead you’d find her knees sticking out of the water, her hand gripping at the edge of the bathtub until her knuckles had turned white. You’d acted on instinct, immediately reaching for her. 

Helaena shivered against you. You wrapped a cloth around her body, your hands tugging her as close as possible. Helaena could hear your heartbeat. It was beating quite fast. She could feel your hands shake as you dried her off. 

“I’m tired.”

You took a breath in, trying to calm yourself. You’d almost watched Heleana commit suicide, your mind was having a hard time forgetting that. But you had a job to do.

“Let's get you to bed.”

Once Helaena was completely dry you helped her put on her nightgown and had guided her over to bed. You tugged the covers up allowing her to climb in. Helaena watched you pull the sheets on top of her, shielding her body from the cold. In this light you seemed like you were glowing. You looked like an angel. Helaena placed her hand on yours causing you to look at her. You gave her a small smile.

“Everything alright?”

“I’m sorry I frightened you. I just wanted the pain to go away.”

She sounded like a little kid. Your heart hurt as you took in the pureness of her soul. She was a grieving mother who had been through far too much pain for someone so young. You pushed her hair out of her face before, moving to wrap your hand around hers.

“Just promise you won't do that again.”

“I promise.”

You let out a breath giving Helaena one last smile before moving to leave the room. You’d almost made it out the door when she called out your name. You turned sound, your eyes finding Helaenas frame. She was sitting on the bed, her sheets pooled around her waist.

“Yes you grace?”

“Lay with me?”

“I’m not sure King Aegon would-”

“He doesn't come here. He hasn’t slept here since….”

She didn’t need to say it, you knew what she meant. You closed the door, making your way back to the bed. You climbed on the opposite side, settling on top of the sheets. Helaena laid down again, looking at you.

“You’ll be cold.”

She moved her hand so that she could lift the sheets for you. You knew you shouldn’t risk getting the bed dirty but you couldn’t deny the queen's wishes. You lifted your body, tugging the sheets from beneath you. You climbed under the sheets. You could feel the heat radiating from Helaenas body. She inched herself closer to you, moving so that she could rest her head in your chest.

“Tell me a story.”

“Okay. There once was a little girl who lived in a castle.”

“Was she a princess?”

“No, she was a server girl. She worked in the kitchen. And then one day she found a young princess playing in the garden. She asked the princess what she was doing there.”

“What did the princess say?”

“She said she was looking for caterpillars. The server girl told the princess that she’d get in trouble if her mother, the queen, caught her outside. She told the princess to go back inside and that she would look for the caterpillars herself. So the princess went back into her room and waited for the server girl.”

Helena had grown silent. You wondered if she’d fallen asleep.

“Then what happened?”

“Well, the server girl found the caterpillars but she was caught on the way to the princesses room. She was going to be punished for walking around the castle in places she wasn’t supposed to but before they could take her away the princess came to her rescue.”

“What a brave princess.”

You smiled at Heleana, your hand stroking her hair.

“Yes she was.”

“What happened to the server girl?”

“Well, the princess spoke so well about her that they gave her a promotion. She became the princess's handmaiden.”

“And her friend.”

You laughed at Helaena's comment, realizing she’d figured out you were telling her the story of the two of you. 

“Yes and her friend.”

Helena looked up at you, a small smile appearing on her face.

“Thank you for the story. Will you stay until I fall asleep?”

“Of course.”

Helena had become tormented by dreams of her son. She would relive the moment of his death over and over, not managing to sleep for longer than a couple hours. Tonight however she fell asleep in your arms. Feeling safer than she had in days.

[mikkomacko]

https://www.tumblr.com/mikkomacko/781366328000937984/stopp-jersey-is-so-cute-love-that-shes-got-that

does it ever get really bad that reader has a hard time with jersey and kinda breaks down?

You knew life with Nico wasn’t going to be easy, not with the type of life he lived. But everyone has issues adapting to married life and then adding kids into it so you never cared. You love Nico. You can handle the unsteadiness that comes with his career because he’s worth it.

Sometimes though, you think you were stupid for ever believing that you could manage everything.

You think of the other wives, the ones with two or three kids, how they always seem fine. Put together, perfectly styled and primped every time you see them. Their kids, while rambunctious, never uncontrollable.

Never like this, like Jersey.

Pacing up and down the hall, you bounce her in your arms and pat at her bottom, cooing in what you hope is a soothing matter. Not that it matters because you’re sure she can’t even hear you over her blood curdling screams.

It feels like it’s been hours of this, of you fighting with her to swallow down bites of pasta that she just spit up all over you and the table. Of you wrestling her into the bath as she flailed around, screamed and splashed water and bubbles at you. More fighting and wailing as you dressed her for bed.

You know exactly what it’s about too, but in case you somehow forgot, her raw cries of “papa!” are serving as good reminder, albeit a little heartbreaking.

Jersey doesn’t fight you now, curled into your chest and hugging her arms to her little body. But she won’t calm down either, screeching and hiccuping in your ear.

“My papa,” she wails, pressing into your already damp shirt. You tuck your nose into the top of her head, shushing her as best you can as tears of exhaustion and frustration burn at your eyes too.

“I know baby, I know.” You soothe, your own voice cracking. “Go to sleep my love, daddy will be here in the morning,”

“Want him now!”

You can’t help it. You’re so tired, so lost as to what you can even do to help. Honestly you have no idea how she’s even awake still, the time bleeding into the middle of the night by now. And you know most of this tantrum is coming from that, but some of it is also the fact that the Devils team flight back from Canada had been delayed by a storm and Nico’s arrival time of 6 pm just kept getting pushed back.

To the point that once Nico had told you they were boarding, you’d left your phone somewhere in the kitchen with the mess of her dinner. You’d been delaying forcing Jersey into getting ready for bed, whatever little bug she’s been nursing all week making her congested and grumpy, and combative. You couldn’t put it off any longer now though.

You have no idea when the flight actually took off, if it’s landed yet, if he’s mid-air right now. Calling isn’t an option either way even if he isn’t on the flight. You doubt he’d be able to calm Jersey down enough to be able to get her to hear him.

Still pacing up and down the hall with her, you squeeze her into your chest and cry. From another point of view it might be funny, the two of you wailing at each other, exhausted and hostile but clinging to each other because Nico isn’t here to help yet, to do what he does best.

Make you two happy. Like mother like daughter, you suppose.

You’re sniffling back sobs when a figure appears at the end of the hall, and the fact that you didn’t even hear him unlock the door or drop his things makes you startle.

��Baby what?” Nico asks, almost frantic as he takes in the tears in your eyes, listens to Jersey still screaming.

“Nico,” you whimper, unsure of what to even do. He seems to know though, rushing down the hall and laying a hand on Jersey’s back, cupping your face in the other. His eyes examine you for a moment, quickly turning to Jersey when he realizes the most concerning thing about you right now are the bags under your swollen eyes.

“Hi leibling,” he murmurs, tapping his fingers on Jersey’s back and you see him wince when she lets out another ear ringing cry.

“Papa!”

Happily, you hand Jersey over to him, your clothes feeling damp and sticky without her sobbing into your neck now. Nico holds her up for a moment, strong hands around her middle and he looks her over for any physical signs of distress. Then he’s snuggling her into his chest, her chubby arms wrapping around his neck.

“It’s ok sweet girl,” he murmurs, shooting you a worried look. You want to stay and help, to do something but the heartbreaking sounds of your baby crying, knowing you can’t do anything to help her is going to make you spiral if you stay here any longer.

Wiping at your wet cheeks, you duck around Nico and Jersey, moving into the kitchen to clean up the dirty dishes and dried splatters of food. Faintly, you can hear him pacing with her the way you did, her cries already quieting to little hiccups as he voices unintelligible things to her.

Five minutes. It took him five minutes to do what you couldn’t do in three hours.

You’re harshly scrubbing at one of Jersey’s sippy cups, ears ringing with so much failure and embarrassment that you don’t realize you’ve begun crying again until Nico is coming up behind you, his chest warm and strong as he reaches around you to pry the items from your hands.

Gripping the edge of the counter instead, you squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to take deep breaths, hoping it’ll curb whatever breakdown you’re having.

“Oh baby,” he murmurs, nudging you back by the hip and that’s all it takes for you to turn around and bury your face in his neck the way Jersey had just minutes ago.

He rubs your spine soothingly, pressing kisses to your temple as he shushes you almost the exact same way he’d done for her. Two minutes. You give yourself two minutes to be pathetic and a baby and just cry in your husband’s arms before pulling back enough to dry your face.

“I tried to call,” he says, lips pulled down in a frown as he runs his fingers through your messy hair, still drying from when Jersey smacked her hand across the surface of the bath and drenched you.

“Phone was in here.” You whisper, voice weak and tired. “Didn’t hear it over her.”

He hums, cupping the back of your head and drawing you in to press his lips to your forehead.

“How long was she crying?”

Self deprecatingly, you laugh. “Hours, I don’t know. She was grumpy all week. Today just seemed to really do it.”

You don’t tell him it was because she missed him, because she’d been hearing that he’d be home by a certain time and when he wasn’t it all snowballed. It doesn’t matter. You should’ve been able to handle it.

“I’m sorry you were alone,” he says, “that you had to do all that by yourself.”

“I didn’t do anything,” you bite back, staring at the wet splotch on his shirt from Jersey’s tears. “I cried Nico. She needed to go to sleep and to eat and to take cold medicine and all I could do was cry.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he gasps, thumbing at the sore spot on your jaw from clenching your teeth. “You got her fed, didn’t you? And she was bathed and dressed. That’s enough baby, she may not have been asleep but she wasn’t hurt. And maybe she wasn’t happy about it but she was taken care of. She was just tired. And like her mama, she gets a little watery when she’s tired.”

Barely, your lips quirk into a smile.

Nico ducks down to meet your gaze, eyes so warm and earnest when he murmurs, “you’re a good mother, y/n. The best, I swear. You shouldn’t be expected to do everything and yet you do it with minor casualties,” he lightly winces and you can’t help but giggle. “You pull the slack for me when you shouldn’t have to. I can’t ever tell you how much that means to me, to our girl.”

“Yeah?”

He nods, bumping his nose into yours. “Wouldn’t want to be standing here with anyone else covered in food and baby snot.”

“Oh shut up!” You attempt to pull away from him but he holds you tighter, silencing your grumbling with his lips. He kisses you for a moment, soft and sweet in the middle of your half cleaned kitchen.

“Let me put you to bed baby,” he says after stepping apart, nudging you with a hand on your back. “Take care of this in the morning, yeah?”

His bags get forgotten by the door. The stove light stays on, dirty pans and leftovers reflecting the warm glow. The bathtub stays scattered with toys and the shavings of underwater Crayon that you didn’t wash down.

Nico barely gets you into a change of clothes and wipes down your face and neck with a warm rag before you’re fighting to keep your eyes open. And then, once again like mother like daughter, all he has to do to get you to sleep is hold you tucked into his chest.

[sturniolo04]

hii!! could you do a fic where chris’s daughter is supposed to be sleeping in nicks bed with him for a ‘sleepover’ but in the middle of the night cries and cries for chris and nick and matt in the morning take a picture of reader and chris sleeping in chris’s bed?(chris is a single dad) and in the morning reader is laying(sleeping) on chris’s chest!

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

dividers: @issysh3ll

Chris and Madison were two peas in a pod they did everything together. He loved her and she loved him. They always had a connection, see Chris was a single parent and was raising her all on his own with the help of his brothers Nick and Matt. Savannah was always a light sleeper and Chris knew that so I don’t know why he thought she was going to stay sleep for a ‘sleepover’ that she requested with her uncle nick.

“I thought you were with madison”

Chris questions nick as he makes his way downstairs into the kitchen.

“I just came down to get a drink she is fast asleep I will be back up there in a minute”

Nick states simply and Chris simply nods his head letting out a soft sigh he truly was exhausted and was glad that madison was finally able to sleep but he knew she wasn’t going to stay sleep for long she never was a heavy sleeper.

“Oh shit”

Nick quietly whisper beginning to hear wailing from his bedroom.

“Hold on im coming”

Chris states letting out a small sigh heading up to  nicks room finding his poor daughter in pure tears.

“What’s wrong love bug”

Chris coos out picking her up in his arms pacing the floor with her while combing his hands gently through her brunette hair.

"Dadda"

madison wailed purely as chris slowly attempts to soothe her, maybe she always had a problem with going to sleep and staying sleep because she could always sense when she was alone, and she doesn't like being alone. It seemed like a couple minutes or so had passed and Chris couldn’t figure out how to get madison to calm down enough to go back to sleep.

“Hey sweetheart talk to me what can daddy do to help you”

Chris huffs out purely exhausted as he and madison are now located in the kitchen, her sitting on the kitchen counter, her crying this persistent. He didn’t know what else to do he tried rocking her back to sleep, a warm bath, and even playing lullaby music to get her to calm down but nothing seemed to work.

“Maybe some apple juice what do you think”

Chris asks really more to himself as he makes his way to the refrigerator grabbing some for her and putting in her cup holding it up to her lips. Her immediately taking it in her hands calming down. Finally

“There we go”

Chris softly coos as he carefully grabs madison’s waist picking her up and heading over to the couch sitting down with her head rest on his chest and her in his lap. Once she had finished the juice her tight grip remained on the bottle as her little arm is draped over his stomach and sure enough both chris and madison fell asleep. It wasn’t until the next morning when Matt and Nick found the pair on the couch still sleep way past 9am.

“Oh good he was able to get her to go to sleep”

Nick sighs out as Matt chuckles grabbing his phone taking a quick photo of the pair.

“There’s something you don’t see everyday”

Matt chuckles out posting the photo on his private story.

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[venomvalley]

hormones aside, Sevika deserves love. She deserves a pretty little housewife who always kisses her when she comes home.

She probably sleeps with her prosthetic on honestly, :( there's always so much trouble lingering in the background that she can't afford to let herself be vulnerable without her strongest weapon, even for a moment. :( She deserves a home somewhere that she can relax after a long day of work and feel comfortable enough and safe enough to shed her arm. :) She also deserves a hot tub because her muscles must be so sore, especially because she always loses fights against everyone. :(((((((((( Anyway, I'm going to write a story and give her some cute little pillow princess wife who loves kissing her and massaging her shoulders.

Maybe they'll have three cats, maybe a dog, maybe wifey will be a weird girl bringing home bugs all day long, and even when Sevika cringes, telling you to take them back out, her words hold no malice because she loves how weird you are.

though when she has to start sharing her bed with the creepy crawlers, that's where she draws the line.

though all it takes is a flutter of lashes and she folds

‘Fine, they can stay; just keep them away from me.’ she grouses

(She feeds your bugs for you when you're sick.)

She once took them outside for ‘air’ and accidentally lost one scrambling to find a replacement, and you never questioned why your worm suddenly is smaller than usual.

(You watched her drop it, and the effort she put in for something as small as a bug warmed your heart.)

Sevika has a hard time showing you that she loves you. Her ways of affection are... different. I suppose if you want something, she'll buy it for you, no questions asked. If you suddenly climb into her lap and confess your undying love for her, she'll shrug and say something along the lines of, “Yeah, okay—what's for dinner?” and after a few minutes (an hour), she'll reluctantly pull you in and whisper it back with a soft kiss (though if you ever bring up that rare moment of vulnerability, she'll deny it till she's blue in the face).

You've always dreamed about having a kitchen of your own, a real one, big and there for you to destroy, and your rambles with those gooey eyes of hope were too much for her to handle, and she gives you just that: a kitchen that you can call yours.

I'm a firm believer she would NEVER live in Piltover, even as a councilor, because why would she want to live in that city with the people who oppressed her? She got some nice little house in one of the nicer areas of Zaun.

The biggest area in the house was the kitchen, and you cried with joy, kissing all over her face, leaving lipstick marks everywhere. You soon got to baking, filling the house with cookies and sweet treats, and maybe, just maybe, her small sacrifice was worth it.

Starting from that day on, you feed her—not that you already haven't been (waking her up with fresh muffins, packing her cute little snacks for work). You fatten her up, always asking her to taste test your creations, always preparing a nice little dinner for her to come home to, always cooking her up some childhood favorite of hers. It brings tears to her eyes, though she'll never admit it.

Baths are a staple; she enjoys unwinding after a long day in a warm bath with her wife in her arms (the bugs were in their terrarium next to them per your orders, and she would swear that beetle was staring her right in the eye). baths would last hours doing nothing but enjoying the water and chatting about anything and everything, and she'd use this time wisely to put her flirting skills to use just because she loves that pink hue on your cheeks and your shy giggles (forty and having butterflies in her stomach—how pathetic).

children.

That's a topic she's never brought up or even thought much about. She vowed to never let herself care after losing Isha and Jinx, but then you come home one day with a little pigtail-wearing girl in tow, chubby cheeks and innocent eyes hiding behind your back, and that's all it took.

“she lost her family in the war” you had said with a solemn look in your eyes. “Just for the night?”

‘just for the night’ turned into three days and three days turned into a week, and a week became a month and before she knew it she was actually looking forward to being woken up at the crack of dawn by the child jumping onto her and jostling her awake, there was now a third chair at the dinner table, and evenings were a lot more lively with her around and she'd come home to you both painting the spare room in every color imaginable decorating it for the kid. sevika acted like she hated the arrangement in the beginning, scowling when the kid clung to her mechanical arm with awe-filled eyes or giggling to her about her dolls she was scared to lose another kid she cared for and she tried to distance herself, stay out longer, sat on a dark rooftop that overlooked her childhood home and frowned drinking her pain away because she was scared so so scared

It happens one day she's on her way home from work, and she is walking through the streets, taking a long way. She passes by a vendor that's selling candies, and despite her mind screaming at her that it's a bad idea, she purchases a handful of lollipops. It was the way the kid's eyes lit up upon seeing them and hugged her with as much strength as her little arms could muster did she finally break, hugging the kid back and trying to hold back her tears

Suddenly life is ten times better. She has a wife and a kid and cats that can't stop eating everything in sight and bugs that annoy the living hell out of her, but it was good—no, perfect. Yeah, that was the word; her life was perfect.

I got a bit carried away. 🤭😓

Sorry, lol, probably too long of a rant. 😭 I need to shut my big mouth.

ANON IM SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!! ITS WHAT SEVIKA DESERVES SHE DESERVES THE WORLD!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly Severide- A New Baby Pt2

I drop Harper off at day care and run to the store and grab a box of pregnancy tests. Quickly heading home and to the bathroom I pee on the stick and wait for the results. Kelly sits on the edge of the bath tub while I sit on the toilet seat

"It's going to be positive. You threw up again this morning" Kelly smiles

"I don't want you to get your hopes up Kel. There's a chance I might just have a bug from Harper"

"But there's a higher chance of you being pregnant, because Harper hasn't been ill"

"Well we will see in a couple of minutes"

"If hypothetically it isn't positive, we can always try again. But you my beautiful wife, are pregnant" I laugh shaking my head at him.

We wait for the timer to go off and when it does I pick the stick up

"And?" Kelly asks me with that smile as if to say he already knows

"I'm pregnant" I smile in defeat that he was right all along. Kelly lifts me up making me squeal "how the hell is Harper going to react?" I ask nervously. Kelly puts me down

"Whatever happens we will get through it together" he kisses my forehead.

We tell Harper not long after I find out that I'm pregnant, in hopes that she will come round to the idea before I give birth

"Ok Harper. Mommy and daddy have something to tell you"

"What is it?" Harper frowns at me

"Mommy has a baby in her tummy. So in October you will have a brother or sister" Kelly explains. Tears start to run down her face as she cries

"But I don't want a baby. Your my mommy and daddy not theirs" she points at my stomach

"Harper. We will always be your mommy and daddy and we will love you both so much"

"No you'll love them more than me!" she shouts

"I promise you that we won't" Kelly puts Harper on his lap

"No!" Harperscreams as me and Kelly try to comfort her. Tears start to form in my eyes

"Come on Harper. Won't it be nice to have a brother or sister to play with?" Kelly wipes her eyes

"No!" she shouts again and crosses her arms with a frown

"You know you might even like the baby when they're born"

"No mommy I won't. I only want you and daddy. No more only us and dogs" I sigh feeling defeated as she runs off. Kelly places his arm around my shoulder and kisses my cheek

"She'll warm up to the idea"

"I hope so"

"Can you give the baby back?" Harper ask me after I finish reading her a book

"No Harper"

"But I don't want a brother or a sister" she pouts

"I know, but me and daddy did want another baby"

"But I don't"

"Wouldn't you like to a friend to play with?"

"Why don't you give the baby to auntie Gabby"

"But I want the baby. Why don't you go to sleep. You might feel differently"

"I won't" I sigh kissing Harper on the head before getting out of her bed and switching the light off

"I love you" I tell her

"Love you to mommy" I pull her door to and head downstairs

"Well that didn't go very well" I say sitting on the couch with Kelly

"She's used to being an only child. It's a big change for her"

"She's stubborn, like her dad" I cross my arms

"Give her time. We can talk to Hermman, see if he's got any ideas on how we can help her"

"That's not a bad idea actually"

"I'll have a word with him tomorrow"

[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 10)

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Content Warning: Soft unwilling unsafe vore, violence, blood

Word Count: 2.1k

------ Chapter 10: Pain and Peril ------

Human. 

I hone in on the scent like a bloodhound. It’s sweetly perfumed, like burning incense, with a savory undertone that gets my juices flowing. It pierces through the other scents—black coffee, paper and ink, cigarettes—with crisp clarity.  

I have an unusually perceptive nose, even for a giant. None of the other giants around me appear to notice the faint smell. I sniff the air, creeping closer to the source, sweeping the floor with my eyes as I search for one of those little rats. I doubt a human running loose would go undetected for more than a minute at most, however. No, this human is hidden somehow—perhaps masked by a chemical odor? There’s a giant man across the room who positively reeks of cologne. No man with a nose that dead would even bother to cover or accentuate his smell. It’s suspicious. 

He leaves the store, and I follow him. The more I stalk him, the more I’m certain he must have a human with him. I don’t question why, nor do I care. My stomach growls, eager to be satisfied. He’s an easy target, significantly shorter than me. Weak. Unsuspecting. I’ll overpower him easily. 

He's going out to his car, in a deserted parking lot. I pick up a huge, jagged rock from a nearby planter and prowl behind him, edging closer and closer. When he stops and starts to turn around, somehow alerted to my presence, I strike. I slam the rock into his skull, causing him to crumble to the pavement, flat on his back and out cold. A halo of blood materializes around his head. 

I stand over him, sniffing. Under his cologne bath, I perceive that distinctive human fragrance. I rummage through his clothes, searching. Hungering. As I stuff my hand into his front jacket pocket, my fingers collide with a living creature. It squeaks and darts away, but I snag it and drag it out. 

As I hoped, it’s a human: a small woman, thrashing desperately in my fist. My finger doesn’t even budge as she pushes against it with every ounce of strength in her muscles. “Chester!” she cries. “Help me!” 

I bare my teeth in a triumphant snarl and squeeze my fingers around her, eliciting a shrill, frightened yelp. “Finally!” I proclaim, to nobody in particular. “I have my own human!” I’ve dreamed of this day. Usually I’m too impulsive: I see a human, it runs, I catch it, I wolf it down like a starving beast. My impulse to hunt and devour kicks in and I don’t slow down to enjoy my prey.  

I want to play with her before I eat her. I hold her up closer to my face to study her. Her features are plain, but she’s plump and healthy, and her scent is mesmerizing. I have no doubt she’ll be a tasty morsel. Her puffy cheeks grow moist with tears. 

“Please… let me go,” she begs. “You’re hurting me.” 

I don’t care. I stuff her into my coat pocket and rush home. I live nearby, in a dilapidated shack off the beaten path. As I ponder how to toy with my fresh snack, my stomach starts to rumble and my maw drips with saliva. I gnash my teeth with savage desire. 

I make it home and shut the door behind me, shrouding the inside in darkness. I click on a bare grimy bulb overhead, which casts a dull flickering glow on the surface of my dining room table and not much else. I drag the woman out of my pocket and toss her roughly on the table. 

She has the common sense not to run, with the understanding that a fall from the table would conclude in a bleak death. Even when I sit down, I still tower over her. I plant my elbows on the table and rest my chin in my hand, watching her coldly, like a scientist might study a bug under a magnifying glass. She jitters and cowers, hugging herself with her arms. I let her stew in her terror, savoring her distress. 

After a long pause, she quavers, “W-w-what are you going to do with me?” 

I cock a brow as my leer burns into her. “I haven’t decided yet.” My chair creaks as I hunch forward, letting one of my hands fall to the table alongside her. She steps back, sweating hard. Her scent becomes more pungent, hanging in the stagnant air as a hypnotic plume. I can almost taste her fear, and it’s a delicacy. 

I reach for her, roping my finger around her waist when she flinches away so she’s forced to face me again. I lift her head up with the tip of my finger under her chin and rotate it side to side, so I can see her delicate facial features in more detail. She winces and squeezes her eyes shut, even though I haven’t hurt her—yet.  

My hand explores. I pinch her arm between my index and thumb and twirl it curiously. I encircle her with my fingers, examining her miniature legs and feet, marveling at how delicate they are. Her hands are easily engulfed by the plushness of my fingertips. I love how tiny she is, the control I hold over her, how she vibrates uncontrollably with fear within my grasp. She doesn’t dare to move, lest I destroy her with a twitch of my hand. I can do anything I want to her, and there’s nothing she can do to stop me. I feel like a god, drunk with power. 

“How lucky I am,” I mumble. “Not just any human, but a young woman. My favorite flavor.” Women tend to be sweeter in taste, while men are more meaty, though every individual is different. While I eat both indiscriminately, I do have a preference for sweet meats. I’m curious about her taste, with how tantalizing she smells. I drop my head down and jerk her arm up to my lips. 

She screeches as I close my lips around her arm, slurping it into my mouth up to her shoulder. She strains to pull away, hammering her other hand into my chin, to no avail. Her arm wriggles between my teeth like a worm, while her microscopic fingers claw at my tongue. I wrap the slimy muscle around her arm to sample her. The taste is perfectly balanced, even better than I imagined. I’m tempted to bite, to sever her wrist with my front teeth, but I want her to last. I refrain, releasing her. She collapses back on the table with a splatter of spit. 

I want to have some fun first. With a vicious grin, I reach into my pocket and pull out my pocketknife, unleashing the gleaming blade with an aggressive flick. She gasps and stumbles back, white as a ghost. She scrambles away but I smack her down with my hand and pull her towards me, pinioning her flat on the table. 

She writhes frantically, slapping my fingers with spastic energy. I flip the blade of my knife up and slide it under her shirt. The sharp edge cleaves the fabric, nicking her belly in the process. Her whimpers of fright escalate into high-pitched screams that tickle my ears. 

The seductive smell of her blood drives me wild, beckoning me forward with an irresistible magnetism. I brush my fingertip along her wound, triggering another shriek from my victim, before acquainting my tongue with her crimson nectar. 

“Mmmmm, your blood is savory,” I utter as the coppery tang pervades my mouth. “Delicious. Maybe I ought to carve you up in pieces and eat you that way.” I’m rewarded with more panicked squeals and squirms. I take my time, pondering my options as she becomes increasingly desperate to get away. With a grin, I loom over her, bringing in my face close enough for her to feel my hot breath on her skin.  

“Then again, I’d prefer to have you alive inside my stomach. It feels so much better when you humans wriggle around in there.” She makes a faint choking sound in response. Her heart is thrumming beneath my finger, her chest convulsing with frenzied breaths. She jolts as I attack her with my knife again, this time cutting through her pants and the meat of her thigh, stripping her of all her clothes. She wails again. 

My bloodlust is awakened, my thirst for violence begging to be quenched. I scrape my knife along her other leg, then both her arms, her face, even her breasts. I use just enough force to cause pain and draw blood, but not to maim or kill. As much as I’d love to cleave through sinew and bone, I want her to have plenty of fight when I inevitably swallow her. As the blood oozes from her wounds, I imagine how she’ll taste and feel in my mouth when I eat her, and my tongue glides over her sliced-up nude form. I’m sure my saliva will sting her cuts and worsen her agony.  

Her screams devolve into heaving sobs that rattle her chest. “Please,” she implores. “Please, don’t torture me like this. Just kill me!” I’m amused by her grim supplications. I pull back and sheathe my knife, casting it to the side. Her confusion at my unexpected retreat morphs to alarm as I pluck her off the table and dangle her above my face.  

I impale her with a baleful, frigid stare. She’s gasping for breath while her legs swing uselessly in the empty space. The tension strains her every nerve, as she clings to a hope that will never materialize. She shudders all over, like she’s dying of hypothermia. Her eyes, soft and brown, meet the frozen tundra of my irises. A trickle of blood dribbles off her foot and plops on the table. 

“No,” I declare with finality. I have no intention of sparing her, and I’m more than willing to crush her final glimmer of hope into oblivion. The singular word devastates her; she slumps against my digits in defeat. I snigger with abusive venom at her misfortune. She winces and squeezes her eyes shut, wringing out streams of bitter sorrow. 

My appetite is sufficiently whetted; I can’t hold myself back any longer. My stomach bubbles boisterously, pleading to be sated with human meat. I open my jaws wide to envelop her in my drooling maw. She springs to life again in a futile effort to resist her fate, not yet resigned to a gruesome, barbaric death. My dripping tongue wraps around her and my teeth clack shut. I relish her feisty flailing as much as her succulent exposed flesh, seasoned with her sapid blood like a macabre ketchup. 

As much as I’m tempted to chew, to experience the gratifying discharge of blood, organs, and muscle that would occur when I pop her body like a balloon, I crave her live agitations in my gut more. Regardless, I still tease her, shoving her between my molars and grinding them against her. Her fists tap against my teeth and gums in distress. I slurp on her with more suction in response. 

When I’m ready to swallow, I force her towards my gullet with my tongue. I’m disappointed to find she isn’t fighting back anymore; perhaps I was too rough on her, and unintentionally broke her. However, I’m startled by a sudden ferocious kick to the back of my throat that causes me to choke. She’s flung forward, but I manage to close my teeth so I don’t expel her from my maw.  

Prey that enter my mouth never come back out. I’m irritated by her antics. Repressing my gagging coughs, I scramble for a drink of water to ease the scratching in my throat. I tilt my head back and part my teeth just enough to chug down a waterfall of the cool, soothing liquid. I pour the human down my throat with the water, swallowing her entirely with a muscular throb. I sigh with satisfaction as her nude body, reduced to nothing more than an energetic lump, pulses down through my chest, until my esophagus dumps her into my stomach. 

I exhale again, rubbing my belly in contentment. She didn’t lose any of her vigor after all, and I feel a perverse vindication as she kicks and punches my stomach lining. My digestive organ groans and churns loudly as it eagerly works to chemically and mechanically tear her down. I settle back into my chair and pat my gut. I burp into my hand, grinning to myself. I wish I could’ve restrained myself a bit, and made her last longer, but I have plenty of time to enjoy her death throes inside me, before she draws her last breath. 

Chapter 11

[timaeusterrored]

(Let it out)

V doesn’t cry for a while.

You’d think after everything he had been through, losing Johnny, Jackie, and T-Bug, and losing himself would cause him to break. But it doesn’t. He doesn’t cry for a while.

He doesn’t cry until about two months after he and Kerry are married, and he’s admitting to himself that the relic ruined him in deeper ways than he thought. Rogue passed over the torch of the Afterlife to him, promised she’d still be around if he needed anything, and that was that.

Vax was standing in his massive penthouse, sounds of a bath running upstairs and soft music playing over the surround sound. A calm night, the husbands still deep in their honeymoon phase and their “holy shit can you believe we lived through that?” Phase.

“Vax?”

V wasn’t aware of the tears running down his face until warm hands cupped his cheeks and wiped them away. No judgement or harshness, just pure concern from his lover.

He tried to answer, say he was okay, but his voice broke and a sob wracked through him. He covered his mouth as Kerry brought him closer, petting his hair and whispering to him. He wonders how long this had been anticipated. How long people were waiting for him to break.

He cried for Jackie, the first one he lost in this chaos. Then for T-Bug, who died quicker than he had time to process, he didn’t even know she was dead until a week later. Then he cried for Johnny, the one he came to see as his other half. By the end of it, he was ready to accept that he and Johnny were one. That he could find a way to save them both. He loved Johnny, in such a way it hurt to not have him anymore.

He cried for his lost youth. For Vex, who had to become a mother quicker than anyone ever should. For himself, raising the both of them on the streets for 15 years. Then he cried over the burn on his hand, a signal for the start of the worst years of his life. Maybe if that night had never happened, he would have never met him. Maybe he could take showers like a normal person and swim in his perfectly good pool.

And then he cried for Kerry. For the poor man that didn’t deserve any of this. Who probably thought he was signing up for some fun with a young man and got stuck with a wrecking ball instead. Vax had spent the last few years trying so hard to be that. He hated watching Kerry take care of him after the space station, waking up to Kerry holding him to his chest after a nightmare. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, it was supposed to be the other way around.

“Hey… sweetheart, look at me.”

Vax felt his face being pushed away from the safety of Kerry’s shoulder. Back to the harsh reality of Night City… but in that moment, he was in their living room. Warm and safe from any horrors in the city below. The warm hands holding his face were full of love and as Kerry promised him on their wedding day, protection.

They couldn’t protect each other in the same ways, but they still loved each other.

Kerry bumped their foreheads together, forcing eye contact. Vax hated eye contact when he was vulnerable like this.

“I love you.”

Those three little words, ones that took them so long to say with confidence. Now he said it with his full chest, eye contact and all.

“How long have to been waiting for this?” Vax’s voice was broken from crying, still trying to catch his breath. But Kerry just smiled.

“A while. Crying on our wedding day doesn’t count either. Had bets with everyone going. I thought you’d cry about a month after you came down, Judy had two-“ Vax started laughing before Kerry could finish teasing him.

“Hey…” Vax closed his eyes, holding his husband’s wrists.

“Hey handsome.”

“I love you too.”

[castawaycat]

The Tales of a Little Tiger: Chapter 16- Fevered Magic

Summary: Y/n faces a medical mystery.

You fussed as you threw your sippy cup filled with lactose milk on the ground. It didn’t taste bad, but it wasn’t your mama’s milk. No matter how many times you signed to your mama’s that you wanted them to feed you, they just kept handing you back your sippy cup. 

“Y/n, drink your milk. It’s good milk.” Wanda said as she took a sip from your (favorite color) sippy cup. She smiled as she handed it back to you. 

You took a few sips and rubbed your tired eyes. Not only had you been fussy about your mama’s giving you less breast milk, but you were also teething. 

Natasha scooped you in her arms as she held your sippy cup for you and began to sway in a gentle motion. She frowned when she felt how hot your forehead felt when she leaned down to kiss your head. “Wanda, will you bring me the thermometer? Y/n, feels a little warm.” 

Your mama’s doted on you as you continued to fuss in their arms. “Do you think we should take her in for a checkup?” Wanda asked as she frowned at the thermostat that read 102.5 fahrenheit. 

“Let’s give her some medicine and maybe a special mommy popsicle (frozen breastmilk) and see how she does.” Nat said as she took you to the kitchen and placed you in your high chair, her heart shattered as you cried at being put down. “I know my baby. You don’t feel good do you? Don’t worry, we are going to make you feel better.” 

You screamed and cried when your mama Nat put a syringe of icky yucky medicine in your mouth and made you drink it. Your face was red from the fever and sticky medicine. When it came to taking medicine, you were the worst. You would often spit it out and your mama Wanda would have to hold your hands away from your face. 

After Nat was satisfied with the amount of medication you actually swallowed she grabbed a “mom pop” from the freezer and handed it to you. 

Your face lit up as you reached for the popsicle and happily stuck it in your mouth. The coldness from the popsicle instantly soothed your gums and the taste of the milk comforted you. 

Wanda worked fast to take your shirt off. You were going to need a bath after you finished your little snack. Something in her gut told her that your fever was due to more than just teething, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. 

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Wanda felt uneasy as she watched you sleep. The bath did little to lower your fever. Natasha had already called Helen and asked to keep a spot open in case they needed to come in. She also called Pepper to ask if maybe Peter was down with a bug. 

“This doesn’t make sense. I mean I know she is teething; but she shouldn’t be this sick. Peter and all the kiddos who were at the party are completely fine.” Nat said as she paced back and forth. 

“I think we should take her to Helen… Do you think it could have anything to do with her powers? Did she ever tell you when she got her powers? Wanda asked as she focused on your chest rise and fall. 

Nat bit her lip and shook her head as she let out a long sigh. “All she told me was that she started to experiment with her powers when she was a little girl, and because of that she lost her whole family. From what she’s told me her magic was pretty strong.” 

Wanda teared up at the thought of you carrying the guilt of killing your whole family. You and Nat had never talked to her about your past in regards to your powers. She understood how uncontrolled chaotic magic could hurt others. She wondered if your magic was similar to her chaotic magic. After she lost her boys and Vision, she stopped using the tome to research her powers deeper. 

“Wanda? Are you alright?” Nat asked as she looked at her girlfriend with concern shining in her eyes. 

Wanda tried her best to pull herself out from her thoughts. She gave a weak smile to Nat, “I’m alright. I’m just worried.” 

You let out small whimpers as you started to wake up. Your whole body hurt and you felt cold even though you were wearing a warm onesie. Tears leaked down the side of your face right before your mama Nat scooped you up. 

“What’s wrong, malen'kiy?” Your mama did her best to soothe you as she rubbed your back, she frowned when she felt heat radiating off of you. “We need to get her to Medbay. Call Bruce too, we need to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to get y/n ready.” Nat said as she rushed in getting your diaper bag all packed, making sure to pack your Tigey. 

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You cried deep painful cries as your mama’s rushed you into Medbay. There Bruce and Helen worked fast to get you admitted into a room where they could monitor you. Your fever had reached a worrisome degree and the medical staff were working hard to get your temperature to drop. 

They had you hooked up to an IV drip so that you wouldn’t be dehydrated. Both of your mama’s had to hold you down as they put the needle into your tiny arm. Hearing your cries broke everyone’s hearts. 

After what felt like hours you had started to calm down and you nuzzled your tear streaked face into your mama Wanda’s neck and let out a tired whimper. The medication that Helen had given you was starting to lower your temperature and take some of the aches and pains away. 

Bruce walked into the room with a tablet in his hand. “On a physical level y/n is teething, but on the superhuman level, we don’t have enough data on her powers to be certain that they are causing her to be sick. I think it’s best if we keep her here for a few days to run more tests.”

Nat nodded her head in agreement, “whatever it takes we will do. I just don’t want y/n to be in any more pain like how she was today.”  She leaned down and placed a kiss on the top of your head. 

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As you slept you whimpered from terrible nightmares that were plaguing you. Images from your past haunted you as you saw blue magic explode from your hands killing your whole family along with the Hydra soldiers who had come to take you away from your family. Your body trembled as your whimpers turned to cries of distress. 

Wanda and Nat watched in horror as they ran to your side as blue magic shot out from your little hands opening up a portal that was sucking everything into it and was growing bigger by the second. 

Your eyes flew open as you cried, “mama!” You felt the pull of the portal and before they could even grab you, your small body flew through the portal.

Authors Notes: Ooof, I know I've left you all on a cliffhanger, but I promise it's for a good reason. In the next few chapters we are going to learn more about y/n's magical powers as well as meet other characters/little's.