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atarathegreat · 2 months

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ZombieLand3 Tokyo Revengers

Haven't done one of these in a while :'(

ft: Rindo Haitani, Shinichiro Sano, Kakucho Hitto, Seishu Inui,

He has survived this long after losing you, not that he was proud. He'd told you in his vows that his heart would stop if he ever lost you. So why was he still breathing? Why was he still fighting? He sighed as he got ready to take his shift on guard for the small town you had both joined.

The dark sky was pretty, if only it hadn't been accompanied by the groans of the dead below. Rindo was tired of hearing the ugly sound every time he was out on watch, knowing that those hideous creatures had taken you from him. There was no other reason for you not returning from a scavenger hunt, you were too good at what you did. Rindo knew the only way you were going down was if you were cornered by too many of these fucking walkers.

"Shut up, one of us smells like ass and it isn't me." Rindo threw a rock at one of the heads below.

"I don't know man, you kind of stink." His partner laughed from the seat beside him. Two people on watch at all times, that was the rule. Maybe if two people had been with you...maybe you would have returned to him, and he wouldn't have to sit alone in that too small apartment. Rindo tossed a rock at the man and told him to shut up.

Everyone knew he was upset about his wife, despite him never having brought it up. Rindo kept his personal feelings to himself.

He sighed and threw another rock down, "These fucking things are pathetic. Moaning and groaning while they stalk around doing nothing all day."

A bang resounded from the tin just below the watcher's ledge, it was loud and drew some attention from the walkers for a split second. Rindo and the other man were on their feet instantly, looking down.

"The fuck...?" His partner squinted, "Am I seeing this right?"

Rindo slapped the guy in the back of the head, "Lower the ladder!"

Rusty hinges cracked to life as the guy rotated the metal wheel. "Go get whoever is supervising right now! Hurry!" Rindo shoved the dude away as people started climbing the ladder. If he thought Rindo stunk, he should've smelled these guys. Whoa. "What the hell are you all covered in?" Rindo had to hold his breath to keep from throwing up.

"Geez, Rinny, you sure know how to make a girl feel missed."

Surviving was easy enough for Shinichiro, who was quite the pro on blunt force trauma from slamming his head into any and everything in the garage. Slamming a heavy wrench into a human's skull wasn't the most satisfying thing he had done in his life, but it was necessary if he wanted to live. And he did.

So, he stood at the door to the little house the group was holed up in, just watching. The chain-link fence did a good job of keeping the yard walker free, but watch was just to make sure the damn things didn't climb over. Shinichiro glanced back into the torn-up house, Emma and Mikey asleep on the dirty couch with his grandpa trying to keep the squat fire contained.

"She's not gonna magically appear next to me, boy." Grandpa sighed, "Stop staring at me."

"Not looking for her." Shinichiro lied, "Making sure you don't kick the bucket over the fire."

Grandpa chuckled as Shinichiro looked away, "I'm old, but not that old, Shin."

Shinichiro rolled his eyes, not seeing the figure that was creeping over the fence, "You're old enough."

He could've shreiked as a cold hand covered his mouth, "How many times do I have to tell you to be nice to your grandpa?"

"This is so fucking lame. Why can't we be out there actually killing these things?"

Kakucho was really getting tired of this brat. Another sad child that was just angry at how the world had become. Not that Kakucho was happy with the way things had gone, but at least he wasn't this angsty teenager anymore. "Just get dressed. We have a job to do." Kakucho groaned as he tugged on the leather jacket.

"Well, hey, wait!" The kid ran to keep up with him, "Didn't you have a wife? My mom says-"

"I don't give a damn what your mom says." Kakucho grabbed the brat by his shirt, "Your dad got himself killed trying to save her when she was perfectly safe anyway. If my wife comes back and I'm dead because I acted stupid, she'll bring me back to life and kick my ass."

The kid stayed silent the rest of the walk to the assignment room. But Kakucho couldn't get the thought out of his head. Should he have gone out to find her?

No, she was smart and capable. She would be back one day and Kakucho would be able to whisper his vows to her as she fell asleep all over again. He felt bad for being so rude to the kid and wrapped an arm over his shoulders, "Your dad was a great guy, he just let his emotions control him and we have to be more careful than that."

"Yes, sir."

"Aw. My sweet Kaku always knows how to make people feel better."

Inui followed the rule you set for the both of you: Always travel. Always travel, always pack lightly, never keep a big group. And for the most part, he'd been able to do just that.

Until he lost you. Now he just traveled, if he came across a group and they traveled together for a while then so be it. But he didn't go out of his way to find a group.

He thought about it as he sat watch, gun in hand as he rested on the doorstep of the shop. Somehow, he had gotten turned around and ended up right back in your hometown. Part of him thought it wasn't an accident. Inui constantly, subconsciously, returned to you. Inui sighed and pulled out his wallet. He'd found that keeping coins and paper money did help in some situations when he needed to obtain things from machines.

Yet he wasn't reaching for his money. Inui only really cared about the polaroid in his wallet. The one of you and him on your wedding day, you looking absolutely stunning in your wedding dress and him making sure that you got your spotlight. It was your day, your perfect wedding, your photo. "I didn't even want that whole event..." He sighed, regretting that he hadn't wanted to make a spectacle at the time, but glad that he loved her enough to let her shine.

"And yet you stood at that altar looking wonderful. All for me."

I like leaving these open ended so that the reader can create their own. I love stories like that.

#anime #manga #x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #rindou haitani #rindou haitani x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #kakucho hitto #kakucho x reader #inui seishu #inui x reader

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ithinkdogshouldvote2 · 8 months

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Shut the fuck up. SHUT UP! LISTEN!!!

In the alternate universe, where Willy picked normal instead of scary. Terry would have died protecting his stepdaughter by shielding her from the bullet. Because Willy would have set the collars to aim specifically at scary.

There is NO SHOT that normal didn't talk to willy about feeling hurt and unappreciated by how mean scary is. Willy, (through a combination of being sick and fucking tired of hearing normal bitch about it and an act of "service" he can use to guilt normal with) has all the collars set to shoot scary on sight.

Terry Jr. dies and scary (or rather terri) is confused and trying her best to help figure out what's going on, while normal is left stewing in guilt knowing that Willy did this for HIM. Normal is the reason Terry Jr. is dead.

And scary should be screaming at him, rightfully furious and hateful and mean. At least REMIND him of why this happened in the first place, give him a taste of those cutting, hurtful words that he deserves right now. That led them to this point. But she doesn't.

He's left with sweet, undeserving, 12 year old Terri marlowe. Who loves soccer, whose mom is her best friend, who just wants someone to be proud of her, who doesn't even KNOW who terry is. She doesn't even realize what she just lost. What normal just TOOK from her. And shes trying to comfort HIM, she's telling normal that they'll figure this out, that whatever he's talking about, it's gonna be OK, when they find whoever scary is, terri's sure she'll understand that it's not his fault.

Normal puts on the nightcap, to talk to willy, to scream at him, who fucking knows. But he barely gets through his stammering, accusing recounting of what just happened before Willy cuts him off.

"That's what you wanted, right?" He's nonchalant about normals frenzied panic, not even bothering to look up at him, "She was so mean to you. She didn't appreciate you. She was jealous of you. I'm just giving you what YOU asked for. "

Willy tells him to go break the last anchor. that if he REALLY doesn't want the dads to kill scary, keeping her in that brain-dead fugue state should keep their collars from kicking in and offing her. At least for long enough before Willy can get in there and change them. Normal tries to interject with another accusation, but Willy's glare is withering.

"I'm going out of my way to clean up YOUR mess, kid. I only did this because YOU said that scary's attitude was getting in the way of the plan. If you hadn't spent SO MUCH time devoted to bitching and moaning about it, I wouldn't have deemed her a liability."

Normal stumbles back out of the dream space, still next to the body he tries not to look at. Terri is animatedly gesturing to him (or is it the body next to him?) on the ground, as she explains something to Lincoln and Taylor, who must've come in while he slept. Linc starts giving orders to those around him as normal rises to his feet, wiping his wet cheeks with his sleeve. None of his friends look at him. He's glad. he doesn't want to be looked at. Everyone in the room begins to quickly disburse, running off towards whatever tasks they were assigned. Normal stumbles forward after scary and grabs her wrist before she can get too far.

"I- I'm so so sorry." he chokes, voice watery and thick with guilt. Terri only cocks her head, giving a sympathic but confused smile.

"For what?"

#evil normal brainrot go!#willy is such is pos its not even funny #dndads #dungeons and daddies #normal swallows oak garcia #normal oak #terri marlowe #terry jr stampler #scary marlowe #swap au #?#idk what its called #this is so badly written im sorry #willy stampler #willie stampler

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tr-mha-fan · 1 month

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🥀Memories🥀

Baji Keisuke x female reader

PART 2 HERE

AU where everyone is alive and friends until they got into a fight and went their separate ways (except you and Baji, who stayed friends and eventually dated)

⚠️Trigger Warnings ⚠️ blood, death, crying, robbery (is that even a warning???), Guns

This was just supposed to be a normal date with your boyfriend, so why?

Why could you hear muffled screams inside the cafe?

Why were their masked people, stuffing money into bags?

Why were you on your knees?

Why were you grasping your chest?

Why was there blood oozing out from between your fingers?

Why were there two bullet holes right where your heart is?

Why could you hear your boyfriend's muffled screams for you to stay awake?

Why could you see, with your blurry vision, the tears that streamed down your dear Keisuke's cheeks?

Why was Kei now carrying you on his back?

Why were your arms lightly wrapped around his neck, your grasp loosening every second?

"Y/N, stay awake, please, I'm begging you..." Keisuke's voice wavered as he spoke to you, running as fast as he could towards the nearest hospital.

"Kei..." you called, voice low and exhausted. "I won't make it, don't tire yourself."

"No! You're staying awake! You're staying with me! You're surviving this, you hear me?!" Your heart ached at your dear boyfriend, you didn't like it when his voice shook. It barely ever did. The only time you remember him being this scared was when his mom got severely injured in an accident. But, you found it hard to keep your eyes open any longer. Your eyelids felt heavier than Burj Khalifa. (This sounds kinda outta place in such a serious moment)

"I wish...I could've seen them...one last...time," a tear finally found its way out your tear glands and down your cheek.

Memories started flooding your brain in your last minutes

"Kei, I'm so sorry.." you shut your eyes closed as a twelve year old Baji looked at you confusedly.

"What are you talking about?"

Before you could even answer, Kazutora had already dumped a bucket of cold water on Baji's head.

"I'M SORRY!! I WAS BRIBED WITH ICE CREAM AND ANIME!!" You frantically screamed as you made your escape, Kazutora not far behind.

"COME BACK HERE YOU FUCKERS!!!" Baji angrily ran after the two of you, as you hysterically laughed.

"Guys look!" Sanzu barged into Toman's hideout, holding a katana in his hand.

"Wooah! A katana?! Where'd you get it from?" Chifuyu asked in awe.

"I bought it!" The proud smile on Haruchiyo's face made your mischievous demons whisper to you.

Without a second thought, you snatched the katana and took it out of its cover thingy.

"HAAH?! GIVE IT BACK!" The pink haired male called after you as you ran away, katana in hand.

"NEVER!!!" You saw Mikey in the distance and decided to mess around.

Long story short, you ended up getting lectured by Mamasuya for almost injuring Toman's president.

Many photos passed your mind, you and Chifuyu reading manga, you and the girls hanging out at the mall, you being Mitsuya's fashion model.

No words could explain the deep wave of regret which you felt that moment. The fight was over a trivial matter, but it ended up splitting you up. You never even got the chance to apologize to anyone.

"Kei, could you...maybe tell everyone I'm sorry? Make up with them for me, ok?"

"Y/N, you apologize to them yourself, once you get out of the hospital." The tears streaming down his face only increased.

"I'm sorry Kei, I love you..." your arms suddenly went limp around Keisuke's neck. Your skin went cold. The short frantic breaths you were heaving a second ago stopped.

Baji's steps slowed and came to a compete halt. His eyes widened, his breathing picked up.

He had, just now, and in his own arms, lost the love of his life. And what made it worse, the engagement ring in his pocket, the one he never got to give you.

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Hello there hoomans! What a lovely day for angst 😍! In case you didn't notice (I'm sure you did) this was very much inspired by Emma's death 😈)

Ahhh, I sure love writing heart breaking angst

Anyways, hope you liked it!

Kazutora out! 🐯

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 years

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Maddi: Lucifer, it's been a while since I've seen you. How are you doing? *came uninvited to the house of lamentation*

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: Quite busy. How may I help you?

Maddi: *reaches her hand to him, gesturing him to kiss it*

Lucifer: *has to oblige*

Maddi: *smiles in satisfaction* Don't worry. I'm here to have some fun. I hope you can grant me a few moments of your precious time.

Lucifer: I apologize, but I have to decline. I'm with someone now.

Maddi: Oh. Are you? But I see no one.

Lucifer: ...

MC: Because you're still at the entrance.

Maddi and Lucifer: *looks at them*

Lucifer: *feels relieved* Ah, Miss Maddi. I want you to meet MC, my partner. MC, meet Miss Maddi, the great witch.

Maddi: *smiles* It's a pleasure to meet you. So what kind of slum did you come from?

MC: Hm. Not as worse as yours.

Maddi: ...

Lucifer: ...

Maddi: Lucifer, your partner has quite a smart tongue.

MC: And hard too.

Lucifer: *smiles*

Maddi: ...I'll take my leave. It's unfortunate I can't spend time with you, Lucifer.

MC: It seems fortunate for him.

Maddi: ...

Maddi: *glares at them before finally leaving*

Lucifer: *goes to hug MC* Thank you. I didn't expect that you would come to my rescue.

MC: I don't really care if you fuck anyone else besides me. But choose, will you?

Lucifer: *smiles* Of course.

Mammon: Bruh... You did that to Maddi?

MC: Yes. Why?

Mammon: I'm proud of you, but I'm also scared for you. What if she tries to curse you or something?

MC: ...

MC: If she could.

Mammon: What d'you mean if she could— Oh... Right. You don't have to worry about that.

MC: Anyway, I heard she's joining the pageant. You sure you still want to be the prize?

Mammon: Of course. I'm sure she's not gonna win this time.

MC: How so?

Mammon: Because you're there.

MC: ...

MC: Yeah. I would like another prize if ever I win.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: I'll give you my spicy cup noodles.

MC: You're so cheap. Deal.

Mammon: *laughs* Fuck you.

MC: ...

MC's mom: Simeon will be your escort for the beauty pageant.

MC: I'm a concubus. Why would I need one?

MC's mom: Because you have to? And look, I have already bought matching outfits for you and him. You'll become apple of everyone's eyes~.

MC: ...Yeah. Sure. I'll blind them with my impeccable beauty.

MC's mom: That's the spirit, sweetheart~!

MC's dad: Your child's just being sarcastic.

MC's mom: SHUT UP.

MC's dad: ...

MC: *sigh*

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me maddi #a hell of a relationship

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terxez · 2 months

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐌𝐏

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩.

SAD

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖭𝖺𝗆𝖾: 𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪

2007

TW: suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide.

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☆ NATALIA'S POV

The door to my room was closed as I sat on the floor by my bed. Only my father was at home, I lost my mother when I was only 5 years old. Everyone thinks she died from cancer, but I know the truth. She committed suicide. It's not like someone told me...

I saw it.

I still see her in front of my eyes.

The way she's sitting on the bed crying. The way she's apologizing.

I didn't understand what was happening at first. I was 5. Mom disappeared out of nowhere and I was told she was sick and her heart couldn't handle it. But I realized it later.

all the apologies, the tears, the letters. It was all because she couldn't make it.

My father started beating my mother after I was born. He was yelling at her, scolding her, hurting her. later it got to me as well, when I brought home a bad grade from school, he started yelling at me.I could never have a boyfriend, I could only have friends, that he allowed me. I couldn't go out without him knowing who I was going with, where I was going, and where I would be. Ever since my mom died, it's gotten worse. My father started drinking and is always drunk.

“Natalia!! Bring me one beer” My father shouted at me from the living room. Even if I didn't want to, I had to. I said no once and it didn't go well. I got up from the cold, wooden floor and quietly went to unlock my door. I quickly reached the kitchen and headed for the fridge. As soon as I opened it, the cold that the refrigerator hides poured out on me. I reached for the nearest can and strode towards the couch where my father was currently sitting. I got goosebumps when I saw the face of a person who was half me. My shaky hands put the can on the table. Then I turned around so my back was facing his face ready to go back to my room.

“This is not the beer I wanted!” My father yelled at me. I automatically turned to face him. Rage burned in my body before I clenched my hands into fists . “Maybe you can get the fucking beer by yourself!” I let my emotions win before I could think twince. Only now I realized what I had caused. My mother wouldn't be proud of this.

The man who ruined my life got off the couch. His eyes were red. “Who do you think you're talking to, young lady!” My eyes were wide open, I didn't even have time to answer, and there were streams of water coming out of my eyes. I knew what was going to happen. “I'm sorry” I whispered quietly, wondering if he'd heard me. He started to raise his right hand to hit me, but I quickly turned around and ran into my room. The floor below me crackled as I slammed my door shut. I heard my father running after me, he started banging on my door and yelling my name, but I ignored it. I sat down on the bed again and began to cry, my eyes were tired. I was too but for a different reason.

I wanted to end it.

Now and here.

The noise my father was making didn't stop, he was even louder. “Open the fucking door slut! I swear I will beat you!!” His words hurt. The pain he caused me couldn't be healed. I hate him.

It's all my fault. It was always my fault. Maybe I was the reason my mother left me. What if there's something wrong with me? I look for mistakes in others, but never in myself. I'll never be happy again, it's not even possible. I can't talk about my family because there's nothing nice about it. I don't even have any family.

I'm nothing.

My life is meaningless.

I lifted my weak legs and looked out the window. My vision was blurry, my pulse quickened and my breathing irregular. I've never felt worse.

it was dark outside. Birds sang softly, children outside playing and enjoying their life, while I was locked in my room knowing that I had no one. The mess from the living room stopped. The only thing that could be heard was my father's television and me sobbing. I opened my dusty window and, slowly jumped out. I started running as fast as I could, wanting to be away from the place. Sticks crunched beneath me, leaves rustled and the wind blew violently. I decided to go to an old building where I used to spend a lot of time.

I stopped in front of an abandoned tall building. It didn't even have doors -The windows were broken and walls ruined. The stairs were dirty but stable. And with my final decision, I went up the stairs until I was at the top of the building. The view of the city was amazing, but my last.

I stepped on the edge of the building and just stared down. Up here the breeze was soft and calm, the air cold and fresh. The light fought with the darkness. It was quiet up here. You could hear some footsteps, but they weren't mine.

“Take a step back” someone behind me said, breaking the silence. I didn't turn around. Whoever it is, I don't want them to see my face before I jump. “No, I don't want to” I replied coldly, still looking down.

“Please don't jump” I sighed and put my hands in my pockets, it was getting cold. “Why are you trying to save me? You don't know me.. uhm-” My eyes started to water again, but I didn't want to look weak, I held them back and didn't let one fall.

“Bill, I'm Bill... and I don't want to let you take your own life, you still have time to change your decision” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “I'm serious” He assured me, and I just nodded “My life is terrible, it's not worth living and if you knew me you'd understand” You could tell he had no words. I don't want him to see me like this, but I warned him. No one will take my decision away, even if he tried real hard.

“What are you doing here anyway? Nobody comes here” I asked him, I've never met anyone here. Who would go to a abandoned place alone just like me? “I wanted to clear my mind.. and find the right words for my songs” I stayed silent. I guess he makes music or something - at least someone has some sense of life, if not me. “um, can you please leave now? I'm sure your family is waiting for you” I said with tears in my eyes. Just thinking about my family drives me crazy.

“The same goes for you”

“But I don't have a family”

Silence again. My heart was beating faster and my hands were shaking again. I want to end this as soon as possible.

“Last words, that you want to share with me?” I asked him annoyed. I know it's not his fault and he just wants to help me, but my heart is arguing with my brain whether to end it now or later.

“Please don't-” His voice cracked, his soft sobs could be heard. “I'm sorry.. Bill” I heard his screams behind my back. I was scared, but I knew I had to do it. With the last words, I stepped forward with my foot, taking one last look at the mesmerizing view that will eat me in a moment. I closed my tired eyelids and fell off the edge of the building.

Everything went silent.

I can be with my mommy now.

I'm sure that there are mistakes. I wrote it late at night when I was tired ^^ my first storyy, I hope you like it 🫶🏻.

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #sad stories #tw depressing stuff #tw sui attempt #tw sui implied #2000s #2000s fashion #tw abuse #child abuse #mommy issues #daddy issues #family issues #tw kys mention

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eskawrites · 5 months

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25. "This isn't right."

"This isn't right," Nancy mutters as she paces past Robin. Again.

Robin takes a deep, quiet breath. "Nancy--"

"It's not right," she says, sharper. "We should be in Hawkins by now."

"I know," Robin says, as gently as she can without sounding placating. "But the flight was canceled. There's nothing we can do until--"

"We should've gotten a car," Nancy says. "We could've hit the road hours ago, we could've--"

"Baby, it's a mess out there. The roads are--"

"I don't care. We can manage."

"It would still take longer to drive."

"Not if we didn't stop."

"Okay, but we'd have to stop, because it's a fifteen hour drive."

"I could've--"

"No, Nance." Robin grabs her as she paces by again, taking her by the arms and turning her gently so they can face each other. "You cannot drive for fifteen hours through the night in the middle of a snowstorm. They said we'll be able to fly out tonight, okay? We'll get to Hawkins. I promise."

Nancy jerks away from her grasp. "Not soon enough."

Robin ducks her head, trying to meet her eyes. "Nancy--"

"I should already be there," Nancy snaps. "Mom is running around doing everything herself, and Mike said Holly can't stop crying, and you know my dad is absolutely useless and I need to be there now. Not tomorrow. Not later tonight. Now."

"But we can't get there now," Robin says. "The closest way to get there is to stay here and wait for the next flight."

Nancy closes her eyes. She breathes in, and Robin can hear it catch in her throat.

"I need to be there," she says again, but it's weaker this time, little more than a broken, desperate whine. Robin swallows.

"Come here, Nance," she whispers, reaching for her again. Nancy crumples at the first touch, all but falling into the seat beside her and letting Robin wrap her arms around her. "You're doing everything you can do, Nancy. You are, and your family knows it."

Nancy hides her face against Robin's shoulder. "I should've been there."

"Your grandmother wanted you to go to college. She was so proud of you for getting out of Hawkins."

"But I wasn't there." Nancy's voice breaks. She digs her fingers into Robin's shirt. "And now our flight is cancelled, and I'm not there, and what if we miss the funeral?"

"We won't--"

"What if Mom has to do everything by herself? Who's going to make sure she takes care of herself? And what if Holly gets overwhelmed by all the extended family in the house? Who's going to keep an eye on her? What if--"

"Nance." Robin leans back so she can meet her eyes. "We're going to be there, okay?"

"But what if--"

"Then Mike will keep an eye on Holly and sit with her when she gets overwhelmed. And Joyce and Claudia and Mrs. Sinclair are going to swing by and make sure your mom takes a break, and Steve and all those kids are going to be around making sure everyone is alright. And then we will get there and you will be able to hug your mom and Holly and Mike and you will get to say goodbye to your grandma."

Nancy looks at her helplessly. "I just wish..."

Robin reaches up and catches a tear in her thumb. "I know. I'm sorry."

Nancy's eyes slip shut. She leans forward, and Robin wraps her in a hug again.

"We'll get there," she whispers. "I promise we will."

#asks #anon #ronance #angst prompts #this is more hurt/comfort than angst. but the angst still predates the hurt/comfort i suppose

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superconductivebean · 1 month

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#939: poppy sweeting headcanon post - 1

Tagging @caramel-hufflepuff and @thriftstorebabayaga right away.

Imelda headcanons posts: >>>1 (sfw) || >>>2 (nsfw) || >>>3 (sfw) I'll probably make a series now? We'll see.

Once again raising my head from the Brainrot fog to share some character headcanons with the world. Brainrot is a fic I'm working on.

Demisexual girl. Hogwarts was rarely a friendly place to her and relationships were no exception. Poppy felt alienated as she grew older; thought something was very wrong with her seeing her peer after peer being courted or sought courtships, and feeling no such wish or desire herself;

Poppy faced quite a lot of verbal bullying. Brainrot: She was never afraid to talk the bullies back though, she nearly always had someone to back her up: 1) the Sallow twins, knowing perfectly what's it like, couldn't tolerate it at school; 2) Ominis is aware of all the gossip, past and recent, he wasn't hesitating to murk waters; 3) Imelda has no desire to play in one team with disgraceful people nor she had patience for anyone who would to talk her down for all the same reasons Poppy was constantly disparaged; 4) Garreth, a troublemaker he is, found certain usages of potions wasteful and utterly disgusting;

These friendships and acquaintances began with ever-so-friendly approach of the Sallows. Anne wanted to be everyone's friend, Sebastian could only help her with it, each could feel if anyone needed a shoulder in this castle -- each was longing for a sense of trust and company friendship offers, which came from the loss of their parents and living with an uncle of rather thunderous temper;

Brainrot: Poppy's first year at Hogwarts was Professor Sharp's second year of his teaching tenure. Students would describe him as an acute wizard but his demeanour was as rugged as his looks. Poppy heard of Potions before and thought she'd never go through the curriculum with a barking menace of a teacher like him. Gran, aware of the circumstances of his early retirement, told Poppy not to worry about what he has to bark what he has to say. Gran's reassurance didn't help Poppy not to be afraid of Sharp and that fear lingered;

Brainrot: Poppy… knows how many kinds of potions ingredients are harvested. How quills are harvested. What it takes to draw blood, obtain eyes, rip off wings. All in exact detail. She couldn't force her hands to grab anything that was taken from a beast; that one time she was made to pick something and throw into a brew she experienced what we would call panic attack. Little shits laughed at her, Professor Sharp send each in a lengthy detention and thus shattered Poppy's fear of him;

Poppy's greatest secret -- coming from a family of poachers -- isn't exactly a secret for anyone of the staff members. They took it upon themselves not to let Poppy repeat her parents' footsteps, instead, they re-acquainted her with her family's legacy, Havelock Sweeting was an important part of it for her. Unicorns typically avoid wizards -- and he was a wizard;

Poppy knew she had in her -- to shut bullies' mouths -- but she couldn't figure out how to do that. The Sallows could fight back; Anne spent quite a hefty amount of time in detentions for fighting with someone, to the point she'd put her place in the Slytherin House Quidditch team at risk. Nobody wanted to cross Ominis' path, regardless if his threats were nothing but a bluff. Garreth was a presumed menace. Imelda sent people off with just a stare, and recreating Sharp's bark felt impossible, he must've picked a habit at the Ministry;

Silly as it sounds, she learned a few things from Leander. The guy wasn't a bully but could slip in a rude remark, however, Poppy felt like she was making him a nicer person proud to mention his mom's garden than herself becoming a snake with sharp fangs;

Things got better after Natty was enrolled. They quickly became friends, both sharing grim experiences with poachers and their operations, both being victims of their dishonourable livelihoods. Natty, too, had a snap to her. No one dared to speak badly of them, but Poppy sensed, it was only delaying the inevitable. After the school would be over, who would save her then? How does one learn to defend oneself against unceasingly pestering gnats;

Indubitably, the biggest change in Poppy's life was MC. Frankly, she couldn't ever come to think all she needed was a dragon, its egg, and a reckless friend who would get scared to death midway through the returning of said egg to its mum.

If you've any requests for certain headcanons, including nsfw ones, send an ask or leave a reply.

some tags: @catohphm @celestial--sapphic @ladyofsappho @limonnitsa @phinik @endeavour12345

#днявочка #eng tag #днявочка: hlegacy #utlitd brainrot #poppy sweeting #aesop sharp #hogwarts legacy #днявочка: фандомное

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softsweetwhispers · 8 months

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hey mom, do you still remember me, all the way up there in heavenhellpurgatorywhereveryouare, or maybe that's not how memory works when you're dead.

hey mom, it feels like everything is wrong now, everything is different, it's not right, it's - it's complicated, i guess. it's impossible to talk to dad, it's impossible to talk to his now ex-wife, it's impossible to talk, it's impossible to, it's impossible.

hey mom, your daughter tells me i look exactly like you. it makes her cry. i wish i could tell her how guilty it makes me.

hey mom, i told dad i didn't need a therapist, (i've already been thorough two, he tells me it's not working because i'm not receptive to it. or something. another problem, i guess.), but i lied and i think he knows.

hey mom, i'm fucking drowning.

hey mom, i found something i really love and even though it feels like i'm ripping out my insides/ and bent-over-at-the-knees hurling, even though i've sewn my mouth shut at the expense of everyone else, i really do love doing it. i think i might go to college for it. i wrote a poem about you, i'm not sure you would've liked it, though.

hey mom, i realized the other day you won't be there when i graduate.

hey mom, i got a girlfriend. you always took us to church and we weren't raised religious, but you believed and i think sis does too now, or maybe she just uses it as an excuse to get closer to you. i don't know what you thought of gay people, but i like to pretend you would've liked her, even though i'm pretty sure, at this point, you wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence.

hey mom, do you think if i killed myself I'd see you in heaven? or do you think the stories are true, and I'd go straight to hell?

hey mom, i got a girlfriend. and we have a dog and two cats. and dad has a girlfriend who's a little too young, but we both know she's not gold-digging, and it's obvious they really love each other.

hey mom, it took me five years of fighting, and not crying, and seeing everyone mourn, and hating you, and resenting you, and missing not you, but what could've been, and breaking down silently while everyone was asleep, and hurting myself, and - none of this will change, but i think - it took me five years, but i think i forgive you. mostly.

hey mom, would you be proud?

| k. - @nosebleedclub xxi. questions to ask your mother (DRAFT)

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 1 year

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Wishing

Matilda Age: (15 years old)

Warnings: dont remember them since this is a old imagine

Summary: Jay wishes for something horrible now she ends up in the hospital

Never say, I wish

Me and Matilda were in a fight over her grades. She had gotten a C- after i told repeatedly to study instead she was on her phone talking with friends and watching Disney+. Things had gotten to the point where Will tried to interfere but I ended up snapping at him.

“Do you ever listen to my instructions?”

“I do, oh my gosh Jay you never give me a break. It's always Mattie study, Matilda this Matilda that.” She argued

“Because you don't listen whenever you need to. This always happens. You don't study, you don't do your homework.”

“That was one time Jay” She said with an attitude “and everytime you say" Mom wouldn't be happy with what you're doing”. I wish you would just stop bringing her up”

“I wish you were never in my life” I snapped

As soon as I said that, I immediately regretted it and wanted to take it back. Matilda just stood there looking like she was about to cry.

“Mattie i'm sorry” i said

She just ran up to her room and slammed the door shut. Will gave a death glare and I knew I was so screwed not only with will but because I knew he would tell Hailey and Hailey would give me the worst lecturer of my life.

“Man why the hell would you say that”Will yelled

“I don’t know it just slipped”

“It just SLIPPED?”He yelled “Are you insane did you not think about what you said before you said it”

“I'm sorry I didn't think, I'll go say sorry to her now.” I said walking

“No, let her calm down first because what you said was so wrong”.

And just like that i had put myself in the worst situation

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Matties POV

Why would he say that? Does he actually mean that? Maybe he is right, mom wouldn't be proud of me. I'm just a burden to both of them.

Walking around I felt a familiar feeling. The feeling of fainting. “Ugh of course this has to happen now” I yell in my head. I go to sit down on my desk chair but I don't make it very far when I can already feel myself falling.

Everything hurts so much.

All I can see is black.

***

Wills POV

Im sitting scrolling on my phone glancing at jay everyone once and a while who looks antsy to go see Matilda. I look back down at my phone and I hear a loud thud. Hoping its matilda releasing her anger by throwing things i yell to make sure she's ok. “Mattie you good up there?”

I don't hear an answer from her and I yell aging. “Mattie!” Me and Jay both exchange a worried look before running up to her room and barging in.

“Matt why aren't you- Shoot Mattie can you hear me? '' Will said, slightly slapping Mattie's face.

“Jay go get the car ready we can't wait for an ambulance” Will immediately checked to make sure she had a pulse and was relieved she did.

Jay nodded and ran out to the car so he could pull it out to the front.

I picked Matilda realizing how light she is. I ran out to the car and jay opened the door for us and we sped off to med

“This is 50-21 gorge. I'm headed to Chicago med. 15 year old female was found unconscious in her room.” I could hear jay radio in

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“See Jay, this is why we don't say things like that. I had a co-worker in New York who wished that she didn't have a sister. the next day her sister died on the way to her house.”

“I'm not gonna say anything until I see Matilda. I could never forgive myself if something happened to her and that was the last thing I ever said to her.” Jay said, i could hear his voice. He was on the verge of tears but Jay doesn't like to cry in front of people because he thinks it's embarrassing.

Just then connor came and me and jay stood up hoping for good news

“So she's stable and it was just another episode. She does have a concussion. I assume she fell on her head because she didnt get down fast enough. “

“Can we see her now?’ I asked already knowing the answer.

“Of course, good luck with her. She's delirious from the meds.’ He chuckled and left to continue his work.

“Matilda, stop. How many times do I have to tell you to stop playing with your IV”. Making her jump because she didn't see us walk in.

“Ok Jay, you can say whatever you want to say now.”

“I'm so sorry I said that Mattie, I never meant to say that. I just had a bad day and I shouldn't have taken it out on you.

“I forgive you, and i'm sorry to i should start to listen to you guys more often” She admitted

I just let out a small laugh and we all broke out in laughter on how stupid the argument was.

“I love you guys” Mattie said

“We love you too Mattie” Jay replied

I hate this one but i just wanted to post something while im working on a new imagine, even though i could've picked from many of my imagines i never posted

#chi #chicago #chicago pd #one chicago #jay halstead #halstead brothers #h #will halstead #halstead sister #hospital mention tw #one chicago imagine #chicago med #fainting #arguing #argument

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urbanflorals · 3 months

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chapter 1 of shattered innocence

one of my videos is based off this :)

Ezra

It happened on September 24.

The day my already crumbling life fell apart even more.

And all because of

H E R.

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I push the school doors open and walk inside ignoring the stares that follow. They burn into my neck and brand me.

I walk past the whispering students, the resentful teachers, everyone.

I used to be not popular but not an outcast either. I was known, teachers smiled at me, people waved and said hello. Not anymore. The only hope for a word from anyone now is a teacher telling me I have homework. But even then it isn't more than a few sentences.

When I reach my locker, I don't bother to look at the hateful words written, taped, stuffed on and inside it.

Just one more.

One more step.

One more day.

You can do it.

Just one more.

I pull out my books and wish to every god that has ever existed to bring back Emerson. She is my best friend. My ride or die. My everything. And she had left for an overseas trip to France, a eight week ballet workshop, just before the incident. Emmie deserves it though. Its her dream to go to one of these workshops and she had finally made it happen. I'm proud of her. She texts me relentlessly, making sure I'm okay, but no matter how much she wants to come home, I refuse to let her give up her dream.

So I wait. Wait for her to come home. Another two weeks and she'll be home and I doubt I'll ever be let out of her sight.

I smile softly and look at the photo - slightly crinkled but still bright - of me and Emerson standing out the front of the local ice cream shop with sundaes and goofy smiles. We were twelve.

"Why is she even smiling? Planning her next murder?" That wipes the smile of my face. Because when you've been accused of murder you can't be happy. Can't even smile. Why should a monster be able to be happy?

I shut my locker and turn to walk to my homeroom the crowd of students parting like the red sea when I walk by.

One more class.

I silently walk into the classroom head down hugging my books to my chest like your average nerd in the movies. The room quiets, and the whispers start. The bells rings.

The homeroom teacher Mrs. Owen quiets the class and starts role call.

And then she arrives.

Lacey Burgess walks into the classroom with a bright smile on her face, waving at the teacher. "Sorry Ms. I dropped all my books and it took a while to pick them up." Anyone with their head screwed on right would see that that was a lie. But Lacey being Lacey Mrs. Owen just smiles and nods her head continuing role.

Lacey smiles and makes her way to the back of the classroom where her seat was saved by her friends. Her eyes flick to me once almost in pity. But I don't want it, not from her anyway.

The interesting thing about being framed for murder is that everyone hates you - that's fucking obvious - but usually they hate your family as well. It doesn't apply to Lacey apparently though. As soon as it was said I was a killer, people were reaching out to her to say they were sorry she was even half related to a monster. They were saying sorry to her.

Her Mom, even my fucking Father. They were sorry he had unwillingly raised a monster.

But he is the monster.

Lacey is the monster.

Pippa is the monster.

But no one would ever believe the girl who killed Mr. Winter; the richest man in the state let alone the town. Not when her supposed "family" are supporting the Winters. Telling them that I'm the killer. That they'll do anything to help.

Not then.

"Ezra?" The sound snaps me out of my hateful thoughts. The bell must've rung already because the classroom was empty.

"Yes?" I say my voice quiet, I'm still looking at my battered converse.

"Are you all right dear?" My eyes fly up, thinking that Mrs. Owen was actually asking that. But instead I'm met with my second favourite person on the planet. Mrs. Barnes. My singing teacher and the only person who - though not publicly - doesn't think that I'm a killer.

I take a deep breath.

One more smile.

"I'm fine, just lost in thought," I say, looking over her shoulder to see Mrs. Owen tapping away on her computer.

"Okay, let me walk you to your next class alright?" I don't have the energy to respond so I just nod and smile weakly.

Collecting my stuff we both walk out of the classroom towards the science block. Its comfortable silence. Her presence is nice, reminding me that at least one person here didn't hate me to the core. She still gives me lessons every week in her music room after school as not to be caught by anyone else.

I don't know why she does it. Or why I still like her. She only supports me in private - but I guess it's better than nothing.

Mrs. Barnes drops me off at the classroom and I walk in finding my seat at the back of the class with what I call the Ezra bubble. A certain amount of seats and desks that will remain empty unless a teacher asks someone to sit there.

I zone out when the teacher starts to talk. Somehow still writing notes and reminders down. Science is fun - when you're doing the crazy shit experiments - not the theory.

The rest of the day is a blur of whispers and stares, hiding in the library at lunch, forfeiting food for quiet.

When the final bell rings. I practically launch out of my seat to get out of here. Grabbing everything from my locker and getting on the bus - do you remember that one scene in the Lego Ninjago movie when Lloyd is sitting on one side of the bus and everyone else is on the other? Just imagine that, but a hundred times shittier.

I look out the window and watch as Lacey flirts with some jock I can't be bothered to name and gets in her car driving off. Lacey gets a car. I get a whole side of a bus. Who's winning now Lacey?

Still her.

Our relationship dynamic is like that; Lacey, the golden child the one everyone likes. And me; the child that's just there, and now is a murderer.

One more stop.

I just want this shitty day to end so I can call Emerson and hear all her gossip about France. She'd had taken a particular liking to a french boy the last time we talked.

The bus pulls up outside of my street and I quickly get off, ignoring the fact that as soon as I got off everyone went back to their normal seats and that the bus driver seemed to shut the door quicker than usual as if he's stopping the air around me from staying in the bus.

I walk down the street and... yes the driveway is vacant no one is home. My so called "family" are all out somewhere.

I'd never thought of Stefan Charleston as a Dad figure much. Before I found out about the cheating and shit he did, he was never around so it was just me and Mom. Then Mom died and Pippa and Lacey moved in. And to top it all off, Lacey was my half-sister who was the same age. I had lost all respect for Stefan Charleston that day. Three weeks after Mom dies you invite your mistress to live with you, the same mistress you've been hooking up with for the last fifteen years before Mom died. Its shit and I seriously hope he knows it.

Once I'm inside the house and away from the hateful glares of the neighbours who come outside to make sure Lacey gets home safely everyday. I run up the stairs and collapse onto my bed throwing my bag across the room not caring if the books inside are ruined.

School is shit.

And everybody knows it.

Heh, that rhymed maybe I should run away to Paris and become some big time songwriter. I pull out my phone and dial Emerson's number, she answers on the first ring.

"Hey babes!" Its so nice to here the voice of someone who doesn't hate me.

"Hey, Emmie! How are you?" I ask a smile already creeping onto my face.

"You remember that french boy Pierre?"

"Yeah, was he the one who had the paint all over him?"

"Yes! And anyway he asked me out! I said yes of course because he was hot- who wouldn't? And he took me to the Eiffel Tower at night! It was so romantic!!" I roll onto my stomach and listen to Emerson as she rambles about her date. Its funny how one person can calm me so much with their voice.

"Oh and he also took me onto his mother's balcony to stargaze! It was so romantic and we had to sneak out at dawn."

"So you like, like, him?" I ask a smile fully overtaking my face.

"Yes! It was so romantic!" Emerson is most definitely a little puppy when it comes to love. She gets excited and her energy is infectious. Its quiet for a few moments before she asks. "How are you doing Ez?"

"I'm doing good," I lie.

"Ezra."

"Fine?"

"Ezra."

"Catastrophically in danger of being thrown off a bridge?"

Emerson sighs, "Will you let me come home yet? The last two weeks are honestly nothing special, we're just showcasing the skills we've learnt. I can come home and showcase my skills to you, I don't need some judgemental Parisians to do it."

"Emerson Morgan. No. You have worked way to hard to let this dream go and I'm not going to let you give it up. Not even for me."

"You're being accused of fucking murder. So yes I can give my dream up for that. Because its currently fucking you against the world Ezra. And I'll be damned if I let you go through this alone. You're my best friend. I don't give a shit if the town hates me I'm not letting you do this on your own. And I will-"

"Emmie," I say softly. She quiets. "I love you, but please don't do this, just finish the course then come home, please do that for me. Stay in Paris for two more weeks I'll be fine." Lie. I won't be fine, but I can make it through. "Go on another date with Pierre, I'm sure-."

"I made him up. Well not entirely, I just wanted you to think I'm actually doing well and having fun instead of worrying about you every spare second."

We're quiet for a few minutes.

"Emmie."

She sighs, "Okay, I'll stay. But that doesn't mean this is over Ezra."

"I know. We'll have this exact same conversation tomorrow."

"Mhm."

We talk for a bit longer before I hear the front door jingle, Lacey's home, we say our goodbyes and I hang up before walking over to my desk and opening my school bag and pulling out books, shoving them onto my desk and starting on my math homework.

I swear to god whoever put letters in math needs to have a conversation with whoever decided to give women's clothes fake pockets, maybe they both have the same evil thoughts about torturing the human race.

"Yes, I know Clara, its soo gay." Lacey's voice appears outside of my door, on the phone to one of the girls in her posey. "No, because they were making out, I don't know why some would be making out with another guy and then as soon as they're caught say that he's not gay."

She talking about Josh Hunters the captain of the lacrosse team. He's definitely gay - just in his denial era.

"Okay C honey, I'll call you back I've got to talk to her now. Yes, I will be safe don't worry. No, you do not need to let the police know where I am. I'll be fine." She hangs up and walks into my room.

Lacey is the stereotypical popular blonde girl. Fake everything, extensions, nails, personality (I'm pretty sure I've heard her talking shit about Clara before), everything.

"Whatcha working on?" She asks.

"Math."

"Ugh I hate math, I got Peppa to do the homework for me." She looks around my room. "Have you ever though about re-decorating in here?"

"What do you want Lacey?"

"Oh yeah right, Mom and Dad want to have a talk when we get home tonight, to go over the story again. You can't have any cracks in your performance."

They want me to lie in court. Aren't they just the best?

"Okay."

"Great see you later Ezra make sure you get that homework done."

I think if I spend another day in this house I'll actually murder someone.

I pick up my phone and look at the texts I had sent. Seven of them, one to my grandmother, and the others to my Aunts and Uncles. We have all met before and used to go on large family day trips with my Mom. No responses yet. So now I wait.

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theautisticcentre · 1 year

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TRAGEDY VIA ODIN

Father!Kratos x GN!Reader, Little brother!Atreus x GN!Reader

Warnings: Angst, AU, Death, SPOILERS FOR GOD OF WAR: RAGNAROK AND GOD OF WAR (2018)

Summary: A rant from you at Týr ends in tragedy.

Notes: In this AU, Odin ends up killing you instead of Brok.

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"He does hate surprises..."

"...Hold on," you said, as you walked in front of Týr, "I wanna hear about this way into Asgard you know." Throughout your groups entire journey, Týr had apparently had a way into Asgard he neglected to share until now, which ate at your mind like Brok did to Fuckin' Gratitude.

"Well?" "It's an ancient path. We can't reach it from here," responded the norse God of War, as he turned to walk away from you. However, you were still unsatisfied. "If not here, then where?" Tyr turned back to you and said, "Let me collect my things, and I'll show you." "You don't have anything," you perceptively pointed out, before continuing.

"And by the way, that mask. Give it here," you angrily said, before you took the wooden mask from his hand and throwing it onto the nearby table. "You didn't earn that mask. My brother did." Atreus quickly moved to separate you two, and told you, "Y/N, it's OK..." but you angrily responded, "No, it's not, Atreus! This isn't right. The pieces aren't connecting. Like- Hey, what's with you calling him "Loki"? You know his name!"

Týr slowly turned away from you. Your rage reached it's peak as you gently pushed your brother aside and stormed up to Týr to continue your rant.

"Hey, Týr! Answer me!"

Before you could react, a magical knife pierced your chest.

"DO YOU NEVER SHUT UP?"

You fell to the ground as the truth unveiled to the others, as Týr's form devolved to reveal Odin. Atreus was quick to rush to your side, as Kratos and the others rushed to confront the All-Father. "Of ALL the things-" "Odin! If my son/daughter/child dies..."

Your focus quickly turned from the confrontation to your younger brother, who was desperately trying to heal the wound, or close it, or do anything. Flashes of your time with your brother came to your mind, from when you first held Atreus, to when you and your father both helped him hunt a deer just after your mother passed, and most of all, of your team up in your final battle against Baldur. As the tears fell from your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at how far he'd come.

"Y/N, please, hol-hold on...Maybe if we go back to the Lake of So-Souls, we can-"

"No," you groaned out to Atreus, holding his cheek. "Wh-why are you smiling," he asked in tears. You let out a slight chuckle, and responded, "...Because of you...Look how far you've come...I'm so...proud. And mom...would be, too..." As you smiled, you ended up coughing up blood.

"No, no!...Father..." By now, everyone was near you, with Atreus and Kratos right by your side. "Y/N...son/daughter/child...I-" "Shh..." was your response to your father, as he held you. "Father...thank you...for helping me and...and Atreus...survive..." You could feel your strength to even breathe slip by the second, but Kratos kept his hold on you tight. "Y/N, you must hold on. For us. For-" You help Kratos' cheek, your eyes practically waterfalls now.

"It's OK...You...you can let go..." you said as you moved one hand down to your father's, and another to your brother's.

"I'm...I'm going to see mom now..."

And with that, you let out one last exhale, and slipped away.

"No! Wake up, Y/N! Wake up," screamed Atreus, as he shook your body.

"Wake up!"

"WAKE UP!"

"Wake up, Y/N..."

"...Mom?"

THE END.

#kratos god of war #god of war ragnarok #god of war 2022 #god of war #god of war kratos #kratos #god of war ragnorak #gow ragnarok #atreus #god of war atreus #atreus god of war

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griffin-girl-r · 8 months

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Worried sick

Created: 06.06.2023

Finished: 11.06.2023

Edited: 14.09.2023

Age: 21

Word count: 5,190

Warnings: Stabbing, Blood, Inappropriate/Dirty words

Request: Yes (Tumblr user)

Pairing: BlackHill

Summary: Your mother, Maria, is assigned to coordonate your mission from the base, but she gets distracted while doing so.

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"Alright, girls." Natasha clapped her hands "Line up. I want to see you both together."

Maria Hill, Natasha's wife, took a step forward, deeply sighing in annoyance at her wife's actions.

Y/N, Natasha and Maria's daughter, also took one step forward with one roll of her eyes and lined up with her Mom just like her Mama instructed.

"You're both looking absolutely stunning." Natasha beamed up with a proud smile

The redheaded woman proceeded to smooth Maria's hair and straighten your suit, wanting both, you and Maria, to look your best.

You have been assigned to an easy solo mission.

Just gather some intel then leave as quickly as you arrived.

Easy, right?!

Or at least is supposed to be easy since, your Mom, Maria, has been the one assigned to coordinate your mission from the operational center, guiding you through your earpiece.

That's why Natasha wanted you and Maria to look your best for this mission.

She wanted to make sure that you and your mom were showing everyone that you deserve their respect only by looking at you both.

"Can we leave now?" You asked bored

"Just let me give you both a quick hug." Natasha smiled, pulling you and Maria into a bone-crushing embrace

Maria looked at you with wide eyes, the look on her face screaming for help but she was only met with an equally scared face that was silently pleading for help as well.

"I'm so proud of you both." Natasha kissed your cheek, then Maria's "I love you so much."

"We love you too, Natty." Maria smiled, patting Natasha's back "But we really have to go or we'll be late."

"Yeah, Mama." You jumped in "Mom's right. We love you but we have to go."

"Okay..." Natasha sighed with a nod "Just promise me that both of you will be safe."

"We promise." You and Maria reassured in unison

"Maria, take good care of our daughter or I'm going to kill you and you'll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of your life." Natasha playfully threatened with a hint of seriousness in her voice that told Maria her wife wasn't just playing around

"Yes, Ma'am!" Maria gulped

"Good girl." Natasha winked with a smirk at Maria before turning her full attention to you "Be careful out there, sweetheart." She cupped your face "I'm waiting for both of you to come back home safely to me."

You gave Natasha a genuine smile "Not to worry, Mama. I have the Romanoff blood mixed with the Hill blood running through my veins. I'm an excellent fighter."

"I'm counting on that." Natasha pinched your cheeks, completely ignoring the fact that you were now a fully grown-up adult

"Let's go, kid." Maria pushed you out the door "We have to go."

"Bye, Mama!" You shouted with a wave of your hand

"Bye, baby!" Natasha shouted after you "Bye, Mia!"

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"Can you see that door at the end of the corridor?" Maria's voice echoed through your comms "That's the room you need to get inside of."

"Copy that, Agent Hill." You responded, taking off running towards the door

"Agent Hill?" You heard a guy's voice chuckle in your comms "Hill, little Romanoff-Hill baby here has a lot of nerve to call you 'Agent Hill'."

"Oh, shut up, asshole." Maria answered the guy "Or you'll be left without a job very soon. I'll make sure of that."

"You know..." The man kept challenging Maria "Why would you do the impossible to have a child with a woman when there are so many amazing men that could give you more pleasure than eye candy Romanoff could ever give."

"Watch your mouth when you talk about my wife, Ward." Maria sounded angry this time

Just as the argument between him and your mother started to heat, you were suddenly surrounded by enemies, that quickly circled you while you were waiting for the files from a computer to download, giving you no way to escape.

"Umm... Mom?" You panicky called out for Maria "Mom, what do I do now?"

"No, you know what, Grant?" Maria shouted, completely ignoring your voice through her comms "Suck it!"

"Yeah?" The same guy, Ward, challenged Maria again "She will never be able to give you the same feeling a man can when she's on top of you."

"Mom!" You shouted again as agents started fighting you from all sides

"Just so you know." Maria mockingly chuckled "I'm the one who's on top of her."

"Bullshit!" Ward shouted "Save it!"

"Mom!" You called out before receiving a punch to your stomach from one enemy

"You really want to know why I got together with Natasha?" Maria deepened her voice, completely oblivious to the fighting sounds that were coming from her comms and your call for her "Because your dad was so fat from all the beer he drank that I couldn't properly fuck him. That's why!"

"Mother!" You let out a high-pitched scream not wanting to witness more of that stupid argument and also because you just got hit on your back "Mom, please!"

"How can you say something like this?" Ward gasped offended "Take it back!"

"I for sure am not." Maria childishly dragged out "And I also bet that your-"

"Ahh...." You screamed, first from pain and secondly, because your ears were hurting from the amount of dirty words you've heard in these past 5 minutes since Maria started arguing with Ward

"Is so tiny..." You heard Maria's voice again after your scream chased down "That I am 100% sure it wouldn't even reach my-"

"Mom!" You cried once again "Help!"

"A lot of us lost respect for Fury when he picked you as his second." Ward stated "I now understand why we used to hate him for that decision so much."

Maria seemed to have one of the most intense arguments of her entire life, being completely focused on it.

You on the other hand were having a tiring fight with your enemies as you were clearly being outnumbered and needed help quickly.

You dodged the punch of one agent but for a split second, your attention was distracted by a loud banging sound, and the same agent whose punch you dodged decided that it was the perfect opportunity to quickly pull his knife out.

"I'll show you why he chose me as his second." Maria shouted, banging her fists on the desk

"Mom!" You screamed terrified as two stronger agents grabbed a hold of you and held you in place

"You're fired, Ward." Maria shouted as she took off her earpiece and stood up

"That's not fair." You could hear Ward's voice coming from the distance

"Mom!" You screamed just as the agent that was holding the knife turned around and swung his knife at you

For you, everything happened in slow motion as the knife's blade penetrated the upper side of your abdomen and the agent twisted his knife inside, causing you even more pain and damage before pulling it out and running away with the rest of the agents.

Feeling like your legs couldn't support your weight anymore, you collapsed to the ground face forward, the world slowly turning darker and darker around you.

—

"And that's what you get for disrespecting my wife." Maria triumphantly announced, sitting back at her desk and putting her earpiece back in her ear "Y/N, baby, what's your status?"

Maria was only greeted with silence and nothing more.

Worry instantly filled her mind and heart.

"Y/N?" Maria asked more loudly this time "Kid, come in! Do you copy? I need a status."

Maria lifted her head and every agent around her could see the motherly fear in her eyes.

The team needed no words to understand that Maria had given them an order with that scared look.

"Connection stable." Said one of the agents "She should be able to hear and answer us without a problem."

"Y/N, sweetheart, say something." Maria desperately pleaded "Tell Mommy what's wrong, baby."

More than half of the agents present around the brunette commander were absolutely shocked. They have never, not once, seen the great commander Maria Hill talk like this.

So softly, so worriedly, so... motherly.

They never believed that Maria, as well as Natasha, had this type of soft side inside them.

Truth be told, they never had it.

But then you were born and every harsh trait any of the two women have had became soft.

They had learned how to be like this because you taught them how to.

"Kid, I need you to give me an update." Maria tried again "Just say something."

When she received no answer once again, Maria started typing on her computer with the speed of light and displayed the map that showed them your current location on the big screen in front of her.

"She isn't moving." One woman pointed out

"My data shows me that she hasn't moved from that spot for the past approximately 10 minutes." A man declared

"I want you to hack any security camera or device that could show us what is happening inside there with my daughter." Maria stood up again "Meanwhile I'm taking the special interventions team and go there after my daughter. It's clear she needs help."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Everyone shouted

—

"I'm sure she's okay, Hill." One agent told Maria as they were getting ready to burst inside the building you were in and kill anything that stopped them from reaching you "You'll see."

"I hope you're right." Maria's voice was steady and her face devoid of all emotions but there was a slight wave in her voice that told the team she was out of her mind from worry "Or else Natasha's going to kill me."

"Sure thing, Agent." One man laughed but was quickly silenced by Maria's death glare "Sorry." He coughed

"Let's move, team!" Maria shouted "We can't afford to lose any more time when my daughter can be in a life-or-death situation. Let us get her out of here."

With just one order, Maria sent all the agents running inside as she closely followed them behind.

Gunshots started to echo throughout the entire building as the commander and her team quickly advanced through the building's floors.

Even though the fight between S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents and their enemies was as tense and heated as it could be, Maria had only one goal present in her mind and that was finding her daughter.

"Hill, we found her!" One agent shouted

Maria wasted no second in running full speed towards the direction from where the agent's voice was heard.

Once she was close enough, Maria couldn't control the gasp that escaped her lips when she saw the sight she'd been greeted with.

A gasp that turned into a quiet sob.

Right there, on the cold floor of that dirty hallway, was none other than her precious daughter.

Her beloved little girl was surrounded by a pool of blood.

"Y/N!" Maria screamed in a high-pitched voice, sliding on her knees next to your head "Kid, can you hear me? What happened?"

As expected there was no answer from the ghost white girl that Maria took in her arms and lightly started shaking.

"Fuck..." Maria breathed out "Natasha is going to kill me."

"We have to take her back to our med-bay." One man rushed to kneel beside Maria and slid his arms under your back to carefully pick you up "She lost too much blood."

Maria nodded but in her shocked state, there was only one thing she could mumble.

"My wife's going to kill me, my wife's going to kill me, my wife's going to kill me, my wife's going to kill me..." Said the commanded, over and over again

"We're running out of time, Hill." Another man pushed Maria from her behind "Let's go. Now."

Maria tried her best to regain her calm and calculated composure but seeing you in that state, made her unable to recollect herself.

You were badly hurt and it was all because of her.

Because of her stupid argument with Ward.

One moment of distraction can cost her very dearly if something was to happen to you.

And it will all be Maria's fault.

—

"For how long has she been in there?" A boy who looked in his early 20s, one of the new recruits, asked

"One hour, 13 minutes, and 45 seconds." Maria declared from her seat where she was emotionlessly staring at a wall "46 seconds, 47, 48, 49..."

"We get it, Hill." Fury, who was also present in the waiting room, interrupted Maria with a hint of annoyance in his voice "Thank you."

"Natasha's going to kill me." Maria mumbled again at the wall before her eyes went wide and she turned to look at Fury fearfully "Natasha still doesn't know what happened to our daughter. How am I going to tell her?"

"Tell me what?" Natasha's voice boomed inside the room just as the redhead entered the door "Why are you in the med bay, Mia?" She worriedly asked "Where's Y/N?"

"We'll give you a moment, Agent Hill." Fury patted Maria's shoulder, signally to his agents to follow him out before leaning closer to her ear and whispering "Good luck, kid."

Now that Fury and the rest of the agents were out, only Maria and Natasha were left inside the room.

'Come on, Maria.' The commander thought to herself 'You can do it. You can face, Natasha.'

"Babe..." Maria chuckled nervously, standing up from her chair "Why are you here?"

"Cut the crap, Maria." Natasha sternly spoke "I can read you like an open book." She crossed her arms over her chest "I tried to call you but you weren't answering so when I called here they told me you were in the med bay with the rest of the team. Now, what have you done this time? Where is our daughter? I need answers."

Maria considered not answering Natasha's question, but she knew she couldn't avoid Natasha forever.

"I need answers, Christina!" Natasha said more loudly

Uhh...

Middle name.

Yep.

Maria is screwed.

"ImayhaveaccidentallyletourdaughtergetstabbedbecauseIhadastupidargumentwithWard." Maria quickly stuttered, hopping that Natasha understood and she wouldn't have to repeat herself

"Come again." Natasha raised her eyebrow at her wife with a demanding look on her face

Maria had to take a deep breath before slowly repeating her previous sentence "I may have accidentally let our daughter get stabbed because I had a stupid argument with Ward."

"You did what?!" Natasha shouted, her arms falling to her side as her face quickly displayed worry instead of the previous scary look she had "Where is she?"

"Natasha, babe, calm down first." Maria closed the distance between her and Natasha "Okay?"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down." Natasha pushed Maria away "I asked you where is my daughter?!"

"She's inside the OR." The taller woman explained "Only the best doctors are taking care of her right now, I promise. We have to wait."

"I need to see her." The spy pushed past her wife, starting to speed walk towards the operating room

"Natasha, no!" Maria shouted after her wife, following her, trying to stop her from doing anything reckless "Wait!"

But it was too late.

Natasha had already opened the OR's door.

—

"One, two, three..." Yelled a doctor "Come on!"

Both Natasha and Maria stood still as the scene in front of their eyes unfolded.

There, on the cold table situated in the middle of the room was their little girl, without a pulse as the doctors were trying their best to bring her back.

Without a doubt, this was their biggest nightmare becoming real.

Everything their ears could pick up on was the deafening high-pitched sound of the heart monitor instead of the rhythmic beeping it should have had and their eyes could only focus on the flat line displayed on it.

That specific rhythmic beeping that was meant to put the mothers' minds at ease was doing the exact opposite by its lack.

"Y/N!" Natasha screamed from the top of her lungs with so much power that it would be hard for anyone to match it "My baby!"

"Y/N..." Maria breathed out barely audible "Kid..."

"Someone get them out of here!" The doctor shouted as he kept doing CPR on you

Another two doctors moved from their places and speed walked toward the shocked couple and each tried to push them out the door.

"Ma'am, please." One doctor said to Natasha "Let us do our job."

"We promise she's in good hands." The other doctor told Maria with a nod of his head "Give us some space to work."

"No!" Natasha screamed again "I won't leave my baby."

"Y/N, please!" Maria sobbed out, trying her best to stay strong for you and Natasha "Please, honey. Fight for us."

"Ladies, it's the last time we ask nicely." The first doctor spoke again "We can't save her if you don't let us."

Both Maria and Natasha opened their mouths to protest.

They wanted to tell those doctors a few "nice" things for trying to keep them away from their little girl but instead, the doctors took them by surprise, and, in a blink of an eye, both women have been pushed out the door.

"God damn it!" Natasha cried, punching the door of the surgery room that was now locked "Open this fucking door right now or I'll murder you all."

"Tasha, love..." Maria sniffed, grabbing Natasha's forearms from behind, pulling the ex-assassin away from the door "They are right. We need to let them do their jobs."

Natasha angrily turned around and strongly began to punch Maria in her chest.

She was punching so hard that Maria had to take a few steps backward in an attempt to minimize the damage caused by the punches.

"This is all your fault!" Natasha cried as she kept punching Maria's chest "I hate you! If you would have paid more attention my baby wouldn't have to be inside there right now."

Maria silently accepted all of Natasha's shouts, insults, and punches because she knew that her wife was right.

But she won't lie.

Natasha's words were deeply hurting her.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Natasha kept punching Maria "You're the only one that is responsible for this! My baby is hurt because of you!"

"I'm so sorry." Maria said, her eyes full of tears that are yet to be shed

"It's your fault." Natasha cried as her punches started to chase away

"I know..." Maria sniffed "I'm sorry."

"You'll stay away from my baby!" Natasha shouted but not as loudly as before "You can't be trusted with her!"

"Our baby..." The commander softly corrected the redhead

"My baby!" Natasha shouted angrily "She's only my child!"

"She's my child as well!" Maria shouted as a sudden wave of anger hit her "My kid!"

Natasha was surprised, to say the least.

It wasn't every day that she saw Maria get so angry so quickly and she knows that it was mainly her fault for treating her so harshly.

"Ria, I-" Natasha started

"She's my kiddo!" Maria kept shouting "I know I messed up but she's mine as much as she's yours. I accept my mistake and the consequences of this mistake and I take full responsibility for my foolish actions, but never, under any circumstance, don't try to separate me from her."

Natasha watched as Maria literally made a hole in the nearest wall, punching it with all her might.

This was the first time in all the years since she had known Maria, that she saw her brunette wife breaking down like this.

Maria supported her back on the same wall she just punched mere seconds ago and slid to the floor, her body shaking as tears started streaming down her face.

Natasha wanted to be mad at her wife for not being more careful while doing her job but she couldn't.

The spy's face turned into a big worried frown when she noticed the blood that was slowly but steadily trailing down Maria's hand.

"I'm so sorry." Maria sobbed, covering her face with her hands "I'm so sorry... I feel so guilty."

Natasha softly sighed as she kneeled in front of Maria before gingerly grasping Maria's injured hand in her own.

Maria has always been strong for Natasha, comforting her in times of need.

Maybe now it was Natasha's turn to be strong and comfort Maria in this time of need.

"I'm sorry too." Natasha whispered, tearfully looking at Maria's bloody hand "I'm just worried."

Maria sniffed as she lifted her head to look at her lover.

"I don't hate you." Natasha continued "I'm so sorry for saying something like this. I actually love you more than you could ever know. You have saved my life by showing me that not every person in this world is bad and heartless. You were there for me when I needed it the most. You were the only person who stood by my side through anything and everything and also the only one who was there to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart and glue them back together. In fact..." She gently slid her fingers under Maria's chin and made her wife look directly into her eyes "You've done such a great job at putting them together, that it's very hard to notice that they have ever been broken in the way they were."

"Nat, I'm so sorry." Maria quietly said "I never meant for something like this to happen. I never wanted our baby girl to get hurt because I couldn't focus on my one and only job. The job of taking care of her and protecting her."

"Shh..." Natasha softly shushed Maria "It's okay. She will be okay."

Natasha slowly leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Maria's lips.

A kiss that Maria eagerly shared back.

This kiss was their own way of forgiving each other.

And just like that, with the kiss of true love, the couple was not only as good as new but they were stronger than before. More united.

"Let's have a look at that hand of yours. Shall we?" Natasha tried to smile for Maria but her heart was still hanging heavy as the uncertainty about her daughter's state was clouding her mind

Maria nodded and stood up on her feet with Natasha's help.

But just as Maria was about to sit back down in a chair, the door of the operation room was swung open, and a doctor, whom they recognized from before, stepped out and looked towards them.

Panic overtook their hearts again as they stumbled on their feet to get closer to the doctor in front of them as quickly as they could.

They were scared to ask about the surgery.

What if the doctor brings bad news with him?

What if the unthinkable happened and their little girl was...?

No.

They can't even bring themself to think about it, let alone voice their biggest fear out loud.

So they waited for the man in the white coat to speak first.

"We managed to bring her back." The doctor gave the worried mothers a reassuring smile "We saved her, the surgery went pretty well and I'm very confident that she will make a full recovery."

"Oh, thank heavens..." Maria breathed out relieved "Thank you so much for saving her, doctor."

"It was my honor." The doctor smiled "She's quite the fierce fighter. Anyone else with a wound like hers would have been dead by the time they reached the medical bay."

"She's our fighter." Natasha proudly smiled

"I'll take you to see her if you want then talk a little about her recovery process and anything you will have to know." The doctor explained "She won't wake up for the next, at least, five to six hours but it might take much more than that. Don't worry. It's only normal after the injury she suffered and also the cardiac arrest she had during surgery. It might even take up to a day for her to open her eyes if her body hasn't yet built up enough energy."

"We understand." Maria nodded "Again, thank you, doctor."

"Follow me." He signaled with his hand for them to follow

—

When they saw you on the hospital bed, neither one of your moms could stop the sob that escaped their lips but the tears that were flowing down their cheeks like a waterfall were happy tears caused by the joy they felt when their ears heard the steady beeping of the machines around you.

"Hi, baby girl." Natasha whispered, walking over to your bed, and kneeling down beside your head "We're here now. You're safe with us."

Your mama moved the hair out of your eyes and gently tucked it behind your ears.

"Mom is here too." The red-headed agent said, turning her head to look at Maria

Maria was completely frozen in place.

Her knees felt weak at that moment.

She knew she had to be strong for both you and Natasha but she couldn't.

She knew it was only her fault that you were lying on that hospital bed right now instead of sitting on the couch back home, cuddled in between your moms, watching movies.

"It's okay." Natasha smiled at Maria "You can come closer."

"I can't." Maria choked back a sob "It's my fault that she's here."

"It's not." Natasha protested "Now come here. She needs both her mama and her mommy by her side. She needs her Mom as well." She insisted "She needs you, Maria."

Maria approached your bed with small, shy steps.

She didn't know what to do.

So she decided to just stare at your peacefully sleeping face.

"She will be okay." Natasha whispered "We all will be okay."

—

Eight hours later, you finally opened your eyes as you filled your mothers' hearts with joy at the simple act of just being awake.

You turned your head to your left and found your mama there with a smile glued to her face.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" Natasha quietly asked you, stroking your hair

"Everything hurts." You whispered in a groggy voice

"It's going to pass very soon, sweetheart. I promise." Natasha softly smiled "But look who else is here."

Natasha slightly moved aside, allowing you a clear view of Maria who was hiding behind her wife.

You did a quick scan over Maria, seeing her changed in her casual clothes now instead of her tight suit.

And also, there was something off about Maria.

Seeing Maria's hand covered in bandages made you frown as deeply as Natasha had frowned before.

"Mom?" You whispered worried "What happened to your hand?"

Maria was too scared to answer you.

She was also on the edge of bursting into tears, so she decided not to risk it.

"She's okay, my love." Natasha reassured you when she saw that Maria was avoiding the answer "It was just a little tiny accident. A doctor already checked her and in a few days her hand will be as good as new."

"Okay, Mama." You gave Natasha a small nod "Mom, come here."

But Maria didn't comply with your request this time as she kept staring at your face silently.

"Mom?" You slightly lifted your head from the pillow "Mommy, what's wrong?"

This very word was enough to turn Maria into a crying mess in an instant.

She fell to her knees right in that spot where she was standing and covered her face with her hands, unable to bring herself to look at you.

You quickly gave a worried gaze to Natasha who motioned to you to be patient for a few seconds.

"Mia, baby..." Natasha softly called her wife "Look at us, honey. Talk to us."

"I can't." Maria cried, still hiding her face away "This guilt is too much. I'm so sorry, kid. I'm so sorry. It's my fault that you've been stabbed."

"Mom." You sighed "Mom, look at me."

"I'm so sorry." Maria kept crying "I understand if you can't forgive me. I won't forgive myself either and I understand if you don't want to talk to me ever again."

"Mommy, look at me." You sternly told Maria but kept a soft tone of your voice

This seemed to work because Maria lifted her head, sniffed, and looked at you through her blurry vision.

"I am not mad at you." You said "Yes. Maybe that argument with Ward was a bit unnecessary but there wasn't much you could have done either way. Even if you had heard, they still would have had enough time to stab me before the backup team arrived to rescue me. Stop blaming yourself for something that is not your fault."

"I should have protected you better." Maria spoke "I let those people hurt my most precious treasure because I couldn't focus enough on my work. I'm sorry."

"Come here." You opened the arm on your free side and signaled to Maria to come over

Recluntacly, Maria took hesitant steps till she reached your free side.

"I want to hear none of this shit about it being your fault." You grabbed Maria's uninjured hand "I love you, Mommy. You're the best mom in the entire world. You and Mama are the best of the best. Stop doing this to yourself. I forgive you. Now forgive yourself."

Maria nodded, attempting to keep her tears at bay.

"Thank you, kiddo." Your brunette mother kissed your forehead gently "Thank you."

You gave Maria a tired but genuine smile.

"Why don't you go back to sleep and rest, baby girl?" Natasha proposed "We'll be here when you wake up. Besides, you gave us quite a scare today."

"We've been worried sick." Maria added softly

"Yes, Mama." You murmured obediently as your eyes shut closed

"Sweet dreams, baby." Natasha whispered, kissing your cheek

"Sleep tight, kid." Maria followed Natasha's cue and kissed your other cheek

You fell asleep with a smile on your face, not even feeling the pain from the stab as the love Natasha and Maria have for you, fully engulfed you and made sure you felt their love more stronger than pain.

—

Watching over you sleep, knowing that you are going to be okay, the two women couldn't stop thinking about today's events and how they made them feel.

Neither one of them will ever be able to erase that horrible picture of their memory of their little baby laying on that table in the OR, intubated and covered in blood while flatlining.

Sure, you weren't actually a little baby anymore, but for them, you will forever be just that.

That tiny baby they once held in their arms for the first time.

Maria learned her lesson and was determined to be more careful from now on.

But the couple was confident that together, they could overcome anything and this incident will only remain as a bad memory in their minds.

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