Mads

You turned the apartment upside down twice before Sevika even got home.

Drawers half-open. Couch cushions on the floor. Blankets kicked into uneven piles. By the time the front door opened, your chest already ached from trying not to panic.

Because it wasn’t just an object.

It was important.

The kind of thing tied so tightly to memories that the thought of losing it made your stomach twist.

You barely noticed Sevika stepping inside until her boots stopped beside the couch.

“What happened?”

You rubbed harshly at your face. “I lost something.”

Her eyes flicked over the mess before settling back on you.

“What kind of something?”

You shook your head immediately. “Doesn’t matter.”

That answer told her everything she needed to know.

Sevika crouched in front of you, forearms resting on her knees. “Baby, if you’re this upset, it matters.”

Your throat tightened painfully.

You explained what it was that you’d lost.

“I can’t find it,” you admitted quietly. “I’ve looked everywhere.”

For a second, Sevika just studied you. Taking in the panic under your skin. The frustration. The way you already looked guilty for caring so much.

Then she stood and rolled up her sleeves.

“Okay,” she said simply. “We’ll look.”

You let out a strained laugh. “I already did.”

“Then we do it again.”

No annoyance. No teasing. No how do you even lose something like that?

Just calm certainty, like this had become her problem too the second it hurt you.

And she searched seriously.

Checking drawers you’d already emptied. Looking beneath furniture. Going through pockets and blankets and every tiny space you’d convinced yourself couldn’t possibly matter.

Every so often she’d glance back toward you.

“Bedroom?”

“Nothing.”

“Bathroom?”

“Checked.”

“The kitchen table?”

You shook your head miserably.

Hours passed like that.

At some point, your searching slowed. Then stopped altogether.

You sat on the floor surrounded by the mess you’d made, staring blankly at nothing while Sevika continued moving quietly through the apartment.

“It’s gone,” you whispered eventually.

She looked over immediately. “Don’t do that.”

“But what if it is?”

Sevika crossed the room then, crouching in front of you again.

Her large hands settled carefully over yours where they twisted together in your lap.

“I know it hurts,” she said softly. “I know.”

The gentleness in her voice nearly undid you.

“I should’ve been more careful.”

“Hey.” Her grip tightened slightly. “No.”

Your eyes burned.

You shook your head, staring down at your hands. “I feel silly being this upset over an object.”

Sevika’s expression softened immediately.

“It mattered to you,” she continued. “That’s not something to be ashamed of.”

A shaky breath left you.

Sevika reached up, brushing her thumb beneath your eye before the tears could fully fall.

“And if it’s really gone,” she murmured, “that doesn’t erase what it meant. Nobody can take that part from you.”

That finally cracked something open in your chest.

You folded into her without another word, and Sevika caught you immediately, pulling you into her lap despite the awkward angle on the floor.

One arm wrapped firmly around your waist. The other rubbed slow circles against your back while you cried quietly into her shoulder.

She never rushed you.

Never told you it was “just a thing.”

Just held you tightly enough that, little by little, the panic started loosening its grip.

“You’re okay,” she murmured against your hair.

Vander

Nicknames for you: Peach, Love, Sweet Pea, Darling, Sunshine, Lass/Lad.

The Last Drop was unusually quiet. The usual clatter of mugs and background chatter of conversation was replaced by the occasional cough or sniffle from the makeshift beds spread around the common room. Powder, Mylo, Claggor, and Vi lay bundled in blankets, their fevered faces flushed as they sipped the herbal tea Vander had brewed.

"Peach," Vander called softly, his deep voice cutting through the stillness as he approached you. You were perched on a low stool, dabbing a cool cloth against Powder's forehead. He knelt beside you, resting his broad hand on your shoulder. "You've been fussin' over them all day. Why don't you take a break, huh? Let me handle things for a while."

"I'm fine," you said, though your hands trembled slightly as you wrung out the cloth."They need us."

He tilted his head, giving you that steady, knowing look of his. "And I need you to take care of yourself, Peach. You're no good to anyone if you run yourself into the ground."

Powder stirred, her small hand reaching out to grab yours. "Don't go," she mumbled, her voice weak.

You smoothed her hair back, glancing at Vander. "See? They need me."

Vander sighed, his lips twitching into a faint smile despite himself. "Stubborn as ever," he muttered. "Alright, Peach. We'll do this together, then."

Silco

Nicknames for you: Darling, Precious, lovely, Pet, Beloved.

After Jinx’s fiasco over at Topside it was obvious Silco was more than simply stressed.

In fact tension in the room was palpable, suffocating as it weighed down on your chest. Silco's piercing gaze bore into you, his lips pressed into a thin line. You'd overstepped-at least, in his mind-and now his sharp tongue was letting you know it.

"Stay out of matters you don't understand, pet," he snapped, the word cutting and cold as it left his mouth.

You flinched, the sting of his words settling deep. Your jaw clenched, and you refused to meet his gaze, instead focusing on the cracked edge of the table.

“I was—I was only thinking about Jinx.” You gulped down the bile that burned in your throat. “Temporary keeping her from missions is keeping her safe.” You spoke finally looking up at him with your wet pathetic eyes.

The silence that followed was deafening. Silco's breath hitched as he realized what he'd said, the regret settling in almost immediately. His tone had been cruel, and the look on your face drove a pang of guilt through his chest.

“I apologize…” he said softly, his voice no longer harsh. "That was... uncalled for." He spoke as he stood up, fixing his cuffs as he walks over towards you.

Silco stepped closer until he was within arm's reach. "I shouldn't have said that. You didn't deserve it," he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You mean too much to me for me to speak to you that way."

When you still didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment before tilting your chin up with his gloved fingers, forcing your eyes to meet his mismatched ones.

"Forgive me," he whispered, his tone sincere. "You are not my pet. You are my beloved. The only one who stands beside me, who understands me."

Caitlyn

Nicknames for you: Petal, Cheeky one, Muffin, Trouble, Dearest.

Flour completely dusted the countertop and your face as you tried to knead the dough. Caitlyn stood across from you, her sleeves rolled up, an amused smile playing on her lips.

"Petal," she said, tilting her head, "you're supposed to knead it, not wrestle it."

You huffed, brushing flour from your cheek. “It's sticking to my hands! I’m not sure how else I’m supposed to tackle this.”

Caitlyn chuckled and walked over, gently taking your hands in hers. "Here, let me show you." She guided your movements, her hands warm and steady.

When the dough finally started to cooperate, you couldn't resist smearing a bit of flour on her cheek. She froze, then slowly raised an eyebrow. “Trouble," she murmured, her voice teasing.

You grinned, backing away. "You love it."

Her soft laugh filled the kitchen as she grabbed a handful of flour. "Oh, I do. But you're not getting away with that."

Ekko

Nicknames for you: Firefly, Sugar, babe, baby, Cutie

You sat on a spinning chair in ekko’s workshop mindlessly spinning while watching him work. He was trying to fix a circuit board, but his focus seemed to drift in your direction. You caught him glancing at you a few times, his brow furrowed as though he was thinking of something important.

After a moment of silence, Ekko cleared his throat, his usual confidence wavering slightly. He set down his tools and looked at you with a small smile, hands shoved into his pockets. "Hey, uh... can I tell you something?" he asked, voice a little too casual.

You raised an eyebrow at his sudden and strange behavior. "Sure. What's up?"

He scratched the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "Well, I've been meaning to call you something... I dunno, it's just, uh, you're always so sweet, you know?" He glanced up at you briefly, cheeks turning faintly pink. “So, I was thinking... Sugar?"

There was a long, awkward pause. You blinked, processing the nickname, unsure how to respond. "Sugar?" you repeated, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Really?"

Ekko's face reddened even more. "Yeah, I mean-because, uh, you're sweet... like sugar? You know?" He shrugged, clearly flustered now. "It's not like, weird, right?"

You couldn't help it you laughed, the sound light and teasing, but not unkind. "I don't know, Ekko. It's a bit... unexpected," you said, still grinning.

His gaze shifted, suddenly looking embarrassed. "Okay, okay, I get it. That was dumb, huh? Just trying to be smooth, but I guess it's not my thing." He shifted uncomfortably.

against his arm, your smile softening. "It's cute," you said, voice warm. "But I think you can do better."

He met your eyes, a sheepish grin finally breaking through his awkwardness. "Yeah? You think so?…Well, I'll keep working on it then."

Viktor

Nicknames for you: Beautiful, Trinket, Dearest, Cheeky, Airhead, Sweetling.

You were fiddling with a complicated piece of tech, the gears and wires all tangled in a way that made your focus drift. Viktor stood beside you, watching with a raised eyebrow as you muttered to yourself.

"Careful, darling," he teased with a sly smile, his voice smooth and mature. "An airhead might break something important."

You shot him a playful glare, a little flustered. “I'm not an airhead! Besides…I'm working on it!" you said, trying to hide the embarrassment in your voice.

Viktor chuckled, reaching over and gently fixing the wires with practiced hands. His tone softened as he met your gaze. "I didn't mean it, Sweetling. You're far from an airhead. You just... get a little lost in your thoughts sometimes." He smiled warmly. “And I think it's kind of endearing."

You felt your heart warm at his change in tone, the teasing replaced by something far more tender. "Geez thanks, Viktor." You pouted and sighed out quietly.

He smiled and chuckled softly, his hand now brushing against yours. "Anything for you, Sweetling."

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