#<- fictional cgs

[clawedkid]

CLAWEDKID ── dex or leander ノ it/he/xe ノ 18 y/o butch boy regressor ノ nontrad agere and petre + ventreg ノ karlach and misty quigley are just like me fr ノ very personal blog to do whatever i want ノ auDHD + possible BPD ノ special interests are bg3 and ever after high ノ fibro/AMPS (inconsistent diagnosis, uses both terms) ノ asks on, no anonsノ sfw interaction only, dni if kink or nsfw ノ art by shapelytimber ノ mask ノ flag ノ div

[buttercupagere]

a reminder 🫧

☀️ your fictional cg loves you

☀️ your fictional cg cares about you so much

☀️ your fictional cg adores spending time with you

☀️ your fictional cg does not judge your regression at all

☀️ your fictional cg understands all your quirks and habits

☀️ your fictional cg feels honored to be able to take care of you

having a fictional cg is not weird or wrong, it is incredibly cool. you see a character that someone has created, and your thought is "i want that character to take care of me." what can be more beautiful than that?

[pubbiee]

having a fictional cg is so cute and fun, like oh you know this character? yeah, they’re actually my mom/dad/parent.. yeah, its like really cool and fun actually.. yeah they give me cuddles and play with toys and games with me.. yeah it’s pretty awesome

[sunnysagereblog]

Reblog this to put stickers on your fictional caregiver's face <3

[sweetheartjourney]

Punishment is over little one. Time to check...*sniffs* What's the I smell baby?

Uum...I dunno dada. I don't smell nuthin🥺

O really? That's not a stinky I smell in your diapie little one?

Nuh uh...I not poopies dada🥺

Hmm, well I'm not sure I can't trust the judgement of toddler. Looks like daddy's gonna have to check for himself. C'mere little one. Daddy needs to check your diaper.

But.....

No buts baby. Now come here before you get a another punishment

>//////<

Well well, little like someone was a stinky girl🤭

>//////<

Does baby wanna a change from daddy?

Yes dada🥺

Complete sentences baby.

Yes, can you change my stinky diapies😣

Of course stinky girl. Now, C'mon little one. Time to get you clean🤭

[puppycoughf]

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basically a sequel to this post . Based off that one meme template thingy with Link,, ykyk. I thought it was funny so I decided to make this

This is your cue to love and appreciate your fictional cgs more openly no matter what they are or where they're from! Because this community needs to learn to let other regressors choose their own fictional cg without judging them!

[purestpup]

🍎 ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! spiderman moodboard ⋆ ｡˚⋆ 🍎

"Ohhh, would you look at this, my tiny spider missed me sooooooo much you colored in a picture of me!!! no, c'mere little one let me see!! ah, the perfect shade of red! gosh, what a talented little bug i have! c'mon, let's go hang it up with the others!" (v self indulgent featuring the pic i didn't finish coloring in today!!)

[butchreg]

mama ! sevika with a weepy , clingy ! regressor headcanons !!

requested by 🪶 anon ! the people long for more cg ! sevika .. i am here to ( try to ) provide. silly random pictures this time sorry they don't really match. big old dog is sevika and little cat is you if you even care... sorry these aren't my best i don't have a ton of thoughts this time <//3 arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

sevika who was never big on physical touch , struggling at first to get used to you being clingy. it's not unpleasant for her but it's certainly something to get used to , she's a bit surprised that you'd choose her of all people to latch onto in this way.

she's also never been great at dealing with big emotions. at first her eyes will widen when your face begins to scrunch up , clearly seconds from crying. she might begin to panic though she tries to hide it. "hey , hey. what's wrong , kid ?" she works hard on her tone so she doesn't sound too gruff or out of her element. she'll put her hand on your shoulder a bit awkwardly , trying to comfort you physically.

she's not great at comforting people but she's a great listener and very perceptive. if she notices you acting differently she'll gently pull you aside. "what's the matter , kid ?" she'll ask straightforwardly in a soft tone. she hunches down to look you in the eye , resting a hand on your shoulder. if you don't answer she doesn't push but she needs you to know she cares. "well , i'm here if ya need me, hm ?" she'll say raising an eyebrow at you.

okay i doubt this book exists in zaun but i do not care... sevika doing kissing hands with you , her clingy little cub whenever she has to go off to work or on a more dangerous outing. you'll start to cry and she'll gently shush you , placing soft kisses on both sides of your hands. "now you do mine ," she instructs in her gravelly voice. you wipe your teary eyes. "what for ?" she's embarrassed as she explains it to you , you make her so soft it makes her sick. you giggle , eagerly kissing her hands before pressing yours to your cheeks.

when you get weepy , she'll pick you up , plopping you on her lap , bouncing you a bit. this immediately calms you down , sometimes all you need is your mama's touch.

mama bear sevika who is always holding your hand out in public. she tells everyone it's just because you want it , but it's just as much for her own comfort. she doesn't like her cub getting too far , especially when you tend to fuss easily. the idea of you getting lost terrifies her probably even more than it does you.

sometimes as a treat sevika will give you piggy back rides or shoulder rides. "you're killin' me kid," she'll joke when you ask her forty minutes later for just one more spin around the house. still she carries you around one more time , collapsing onto the couch with a dramatic sigh when she's had enough.

sevika setting up a card game for you and your stuffed animals when she has to leave you. "watch out for the bulldog , he's a cheater." she'll warn you playfully. "mamaaa , i don' want you to gooo ," you'll whine tearfully. "aww , buck up kiddo. i'll be back before round two," she'll say with a wink.

if you're having a bad day and are more weepy than usual sevika will cheer you up by attempting to draw for you. key word : attempting. she's not an artist by any stretch and you always laugh when she tries to draw your special stuffie , or jinx. she'll snort , trying not to laugh herself. "aw, c'mon , kid. you're just jealous you can't draw like i can."

mama sevika who loves to cuddle up with you in her lap and read to you. she does lots of silly voices and will quiz you on plot points. "one more chapter , pleeeease !!" she'll pout at you , booping your nose. "no time tonight , cub. you gotta get to sleep." you'll whine and fuss , but eventually she wins , arguing that if you're too sleepy tomorrow you'll be too grumpy to read. she'll tuck you and your stuffies in bed giving all of you forehead kisses before flicking off the light and turning in for the night as well.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Our Baby.

Best Friends!Wandanat x little!reader

Summary: Natasha and Wanda are best friends who have always only been that, but when you come crashing into their lives and take on the roles of caregiver will their relationship deepen?

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age Regression, mentions of stress and being overwhelmed, caregiver/regressor, fluffy, comfort

Authors note: I saw a post about two best friends being caregivers for someone and this happened sooooo let me know if you want more

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

Wanda and Natasha had been inseparable for years. The two women were practically extensions of one another, sharing a bond so deep that they didn’t think anyone could ever come between them. That is, until you came crashing into their lives—quite literally.

It had been a particularly hectic day in the city. You were rushing down the sidewalk, juggling your tote bag and a stack of books, when you collided headlong into two very sturdy figures. Hot liquid splashed everywhere, the unmistakable aroma of coffee filling the air.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” you gasped, immediately dropping your things to grab napkins from your bag. You looked up, your wide, apologetic eyes meeting two startled, but intrigued, gazes.

Wanda smiled gently, already sensing the warmth and innocence radiating from you. “It’s alright. No harm done.”

Natasha, on the other hand, smirked, brushing coffee from her leather jacket. “You’ve got quite the impact for someone so small.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you continued to stammer apologies, your hands nervously twisting the napkins. Something about their presence was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. It felt… safe, somehow.

That moment sparked the beginning of something neither Wanda nor Natasha had anticipated. They’d initially invited you out to lunch to reassure you that everything was fine. But one lunch turned into several, and soon, the two heroines found themselves eagerly waiting for your next meeting. You were sweet, playful, and endearing in a way they couldn’t quite describe.

Wanda and Natasha hadn’t immediately noticed your little tendencies. You were so good at masking that even they, two of the most observant people you’d ever met, didn’t put it all together right away. But over time, the signs began to show.

It started with little things. Like the time you fell asleep on their couch during a movie night. Wanda, ever the caregiver, went to drape a blanket over you and froze mid-motion. Your thumb was tucked in your mouth, and you were suckling softly in your sleep. She didn’t say anything at first, but the sight stuck with her.

Then there was your choice of drinkware. You always seemed to have colorful tumblers with cartoon characters on them. Wanda thought they were cute, but Natasha couldn’t help but tease you about your “sippy cups.” You only giggled nervously, brushing it off as something you just liked.

The biggest hint came the first time they asked you to spend the night unexpectedly. They could see the hesitation in your face before you shyly asked, “Can I go home to grab something first? I, um, I need my stuffie to sleep.” You didn’t elaborate, but they saw the soft blush dusting your cheeks as you avoided eye contact. Natasha, being Natasha, simply smirked and said, “Of course, detka. Everyone needs their comforts.”

But the moment of clarity came on a particularly stressful day for you. It had been weeks of mounting pressure from college—assignments, deadlines, and social obligations piling up until you couldn’t take it anymore. You showed up at their apartment in tears, unable to mask how overwhelmed you felt.

Wanda had just opened the door when you pushed past her, pacing in the living room. “Ish no fair!” you cried, your voice higher-pitched and trembling. “They ep ivin me too mush stuffs, an I an’t do it! I an’t—I no wanna!”

Wanda blinked, stunned for a moment before her motherly instincts kicked in. “Sweetheart,” she cooed, stepping closer. “Baby, hey, hey, it’s okay. Come here.” She gently guided you to the couch, her soothing voice and soft hands calming you just enough to sit down.

But as you tried to explain what was wrong, the words tumbled out in a way that surprised even you. “Ish so dumb! olege is too hard, an I just wan loler or wash toons. I no wan do big peoples stuff!” you wailed, curling up with your stuffie tightly clutched to your chest.

Natasha, who had been watching quietly, crouched in front of you. Her sharp, calculating gaze softened as she reached out to hold your hand. “Woah, those are some really big things to deal with, little one,” she said gently, her tone surprisingly tender. “Way too big for you to be thinking about, don’t you think?”

Wanda nodded, sitting beside you and rubbing your back. “Exactly. Mama and Daddy are here to take care of the big stuff, okay? You just focus on being our sweet little girl.”

You sniffled, looking up at them with wide, watery eyes. “Really?”

Natasha smiled, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Really. Let us handle it. You just stay small for us, alright?”

That was the day things changed. They didn’t just accept your regression—they embraced it wholeheartedly. From that point on, they made sure you always had a safe space to be yourself, no matter how little you felt. 

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

It had been a few months since Wanda and Natasha had fully embraced being your caregivers. Their small apartment had worked for a while, but it was quickly becoming clear that it wasn’t enough space for the three of you—especially when you regressed and wanted to run around or build blanket forts. Wanda had been the first to bring up the idea of moving, and Natasha, took the lead in making it happen.

Of course, they didn’t tell you right away. They wanted it to be a surprise.

One sunny afternoon, Wanda and Natasha took you on what they called a "special outing." You didn’t think much of it at first, happily clutching your favorite stuffed animal as they guided you out to the car. But as the drive continued and the scenery shifted from busy city streets to quiet suburban neighborhoods, your curiosity piqued.

“Where are we going?” you asked, bouncing slightly in your seat.

Wanda smiled from the passenger seat, turning to look at you. “You’ll see soon, baby. Be patient.”

Natasha smirked from the driver’s seat. “I think you’ll like it, detka. It’s a big surprise.”

When the car finally pulled into the driveway of a charming two-story house, your jaw dropped. The exterior was painted a deep, calming blue with crisp white accents, and there was a small front porch with enough room for a swing. The yard was spacious and inviting, with plenty of room for you to play.

Wanda stepped out first, holding her hand out for you. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go take a look.” You held her hand, your stuffie in the other.

As soon as you stepped inside, you were in awe. The interior was just as beautiful as the outside, with a clean palette of whites and deep blues that felt cozy yet elegant. Your little heart couldn’t contain the excitement as you clutched your stuffed animal tighter, your eyes darting around the open spaces and tall ceilings.

“This is ours?” you squeaked, looking up at Wanda with wide eyes.

“Not yet,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’re still deciding, but we wanted you to see it first.”

Natasha smirked, already following the realtor as she walked through the house, discussing what changes could be made before moving in. “Go on, malen'kaya,” Natasha encouraged, nodding toward the hallway. “Explore a little.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You darted off, your stuffie bouncing in your arms as you ran down the halls, peeking into each room. There was a large kitchen with an island perfect for baking cookies with Wanda, a spacious living room where Natasha would undoubtedly set up a big TV for movie nights, and upstairs, you found a bedroom that you just knew would be yours.

The house was perfect.

When you ran back to find Wanda and Natasha, they were standing in the living room with the realtor, discussing changes they’d like—adding a fence to the backyard for privacy, painting one of the upstairs bedrooms in softer, more playful tones, and installing blackout curtains in the master bedroom.

Natasha looked over as you skidded to a stop, a bright smile on her face. “What do you think, little one? Do you like it?”

“I love it!” you exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement.

Wanda knelt down and cupped your cheek, her thumb brushing over your soft skin. “Good. Because this is going to be your new home, sweetheart. Somewhere safe and quiet, just for us.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you threw your arms around her, your stuffie squished between you. Natasha joined the hug, wrapping her strong arms around the both of you.

“You two are the best,” you whispered, your voice muffled by Wanda’s shoulder.

“And you’re worth it, detka,” Natasha said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “This is just the beginning.”

[milkybunnybow]

✮ ⋆𝓒𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻! ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓭 𝓜𝓬𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓭 °✩

🎈💛 Every kiddo needs their own silly clown sometimes. 💛🎈

🍟 Big exaggerated hugs that lift you off the ground

🍟 Makes silly jokes just to see you giggle

🍟 Can juggle your plushies and bottles just to make you smile

🍟 Encourages creativity, messiness, and kindness

🍟 Always has snacks on hand (especially apple slices and milk!)

🍟 Draws silly crayon doodles of the two of you hangin’ out

🍟 Loves imaginary adventures around the playplace

🍟 Sits criss-cross on the floor with you and listens so closely

🍟 he brings you a toy even when you didn’t ask

🍟 tells you the ice cream machine actually works just for you

🍟 "you don't have to be big today, pal. it's okay."

🍟 Has a bottle and paci perfectly matched to his color scheme

🍟 Plays peekaboo using the trays at McDonalds like it’s a curtain

🍟 Always says “good job, kiddo!” with two big thumbs up

🍟 Holds your hand when you’re nervous, squeezing twice like a secret code

🍟 tells you stories about his friends in McDonaldland (Grimace? Total nap buddy.)

🍟 sneaks you extra nuggets when you’re having a rough day

🍟 Always claps when you show your drawing, even if it’s just scribbles

🍟 Cartwheel check-ins ("Did you eat? Did you nap? Wanna do a somersault??")

🍟 His lap is the perfect spot for naptime, even if he smells faintly of fries

🍟 His red nose squeaks when you boop it!

🍟 Happy Meal surprises for when you’re feeling low

🍟 Calls you his "little nugget" or "small fry"

🛎️✨ He’s not just here to serve up smiles; he’s here to protect your little heart, ketchup stains and all. ❤️

Ronald’s always been one of my special interests, so gettin’ to make a post like this made my lil heart hop with joy… qwq 🐰💕

[buttercupagere]

bandit heeler as a caregiver <3

"hey, you little monster you. get back here and pick up your toys! oh, you think it's funny, huh? well, how about daddy robot comes and eats all your breakfast? beep.... zorp.... aha! now you want to clean up! i guess i can shut daddy robot down. but hurry up, your breakfast is getting cold and my tummy is rumbling..."

requested by @eflen-n-reegee!

[pubbiee]

☆ cg! steve rogers moodboard

“ i’m with you 'til the end of the line ! “

– requested by: self induglent for myself, not requested!

- with themes of: music, dad activities, writing, affection, etc

[sunnysagereblog]

If you don't have a fictional caregiver, just share wif me your fav plushie 💖

[purestpup]

☁️ ⋆˚｡ ⋆ cg! bucky barnes ⋆ ｡˚⋆ ☁️

"Sweet pea, are you hiding from me again? Now its not nice to start the game without Papa knowing...oh are those little giggles i hear? Mmmh i didn't know pillows could move that that...boo! Ha, c'mon kid, time for dinner."

[butchreg]

cg ! caitvi with a sickly baby headcanons !!

requested by @sugaaarcookie ! this was sent awhile ago so i hope that you're back to healthy by now my friend !! nevertheless i hope you like these :3 i'm not taking fic requests atm so i decided on headcanons between the two. i hope you enjoy ♡✧( •⌄• ) arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

the most attentive cgs ever ! vi is always cuddling you despite your fever while caitlyn scolds him , and constantly checks your temperature.

caitlyn is more realistic in her fussing , pouting at the fact that you're too sick for her to kiss your cute little face. she's constantly scolding vi , reminding him that if he continues touching your feverish skin , he's likely to get sick too. she keeps her distance physically , wanting to stay well enough to take care of you but vi can't resist your feeble cries for him and cait.

"oh shhhh , bubba. ma's here," you'll curl into his side , and he can't help but kiss your head to stop your whines. "i know , i know. being sickie suc- is so hard." he'll change his wording upon a stern look from caitlyn.

while caitlyn is physically distant , she fusses over you soo much , making you soup and tea and ensuring that you have enough cool pillows and enough blankets.

it pains her that she can't hold you. she'll tuck you in , feeling your forehead , and cooing at it's heat. "poor baby ," she'll say sympathetically. "could you eat a little soup for mummy ? how's your tummy feeling ?"

vi will make sure you're never bored , often taking a few of your discarded stuffies and having them act out a scene or have a chat with him. if you want something you're not really supposed to have when sick , maybe a spot of ice cream , you can persuade him occasionally but never caitlyn. your feeble little voice breaks his heart , how could he deprive you of a little sweet treat ?

vi will often come in as backup for caitlyn when it's time for your medicine. you tend to protest , refusing the small cup of icky liquid. "come on , kiddo. it'll make you feel better , i promise," he'll say , offering you a pinky to swear on. you're stubborn , turning your head as caitlyn urges you to open your mouth. "c'mon , little love. say aaah !" vi will add onto his previous remark , "when have i ever broken a promise ?"

both cait and vi will praise you every time you accept your medicine , or manage to eat your soup or drink your tea. caitlyn will clap , telling you what a nice job you did. vi will smile , "there ya go , you'll be feeling better in no time." he'll remind you how brave you are and that you need sustenance to grow all big and strong like him.

if you're to get out of bed , caitlyn will fuss , worried you're not well enough. "oh sweetheart , mummy will help you. do you need to go potty , what's the matter ?"

vi almost always ends up sick due to his constant cuddles and kisses with his baby. caitlyn sighs when she hears that first cough. "just got a little something in my throat ," he'll insist , but the next morning he's bed bound as well , caitlyn insists upon this. she chuckles at his protests. "honestly , you're worse than the baby ," she'll jest , with a little smile shaking her head a bit. she scolds him , unable to keep herself from adding an "i told you so" but she tends to both of you with the utmost care , love , and attention.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Teacher's Pet Baby

First Time

Cg!Professor!Wanda Maximoff x little!student!reader

Summary: You slip during class for the first time and it doesn't go unnoticed

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Age regression, mild anxiety, emotional vulnerability, fluff and comfort

Authors notes: After writing the first part this had started to come to mind so it was nice to get it all written out~

Also, to all the littles, seeing this, please tred lightly on this blog! This is my big 18+ blog, but I do have some little!reader fics. Everything is marked accordingly!

The first few weeks of class were nothing out of the ordinary—except for the way you found yourself drawn to Professor Maximoff. There was something about the way she spoke, how her voice carried both authority and warmth, that made you want to listen more intently. You were eager to impress her, to ask every question that popped into your head, just to see that soft smile she reserved for students who showed genuine curiosity.

You didn’t know what it was that made you crave her attention so badly, but you knew that every time she praised you, something deep inside you warmed, a feeling of safety and validation that you couldn’t quite explain.

Then, one day, as you flipped the page in your textbook, your eyes landed on the title printed in bold letters at the top:

Coping Mechanisms: Age Regression

Your stomach twisted immediately.

Two whole pages on the subject, defining it, explaining how it functioned as a response to stress or trauma. You barely heard Wanda begin her lecture, your mind spiraling as you felt yourself slipping, your fingers tightening around the edge of the book.

It wasn’t until you heard the soft laughter—quiet, but unmistakable—that the dread fully set in.

"People actually do this?" one student muttered under their breath.

"That’s so weird." Another scoffed, shaking their head.

Your breath hitched, and you had to blink rapidly to stop the tears from forming. They didn’t know. They had no idea that right here, in the same room, was someone who did—who couldn’t help it, whose mind sometimes reverted without warning. You wanted to shrink, to disappear, but before the panic could settle in further, Wanda’s voice cut through the murmurs, firm and unwavering.

"That’s enough," she said sharply, silencing the room in an instant.

All eyes snapped toward her, and you dared to look up. Her expression was serious, her usual soft demeanor replaced by something strict and protective.

"I expect professionalism in my class," she continued, her gaze sweeping over the students. "We are here to learn, not to ridicule others for coping mechanisms that are valid and often necessary for mental health." She let her words settle before adding, "If anyone here finds it difficult to show respect for psychological concepts that people actually experience, then perhaps this is not the right field for you."

Silence.

Your hands trembled slightly in your lap, but for an entirely different reason now. No one had ever defended you like that before. No one had ever made you feel like what you did—what you were—was okay.

Wanda’s gaze flickered to you for just a moment, softer now, like she knew. Like she had already pieced something together but wouldn’t call attention to it. Instead, she resumed her lecture, effortlessly guiding the class back on track, leaving you sitting there with a heart racing for a whole new reason.

From that moment on, you weren’t just drawn to Wanda Maximoff. You needed her.

As the lecture came to an end and you were trying to pack up Wanda called you over, "Have a good night everyone and remember to do the reading and get your assignment done for Monday's class! Oh and y/n please stay a moment. I'd like to discuss something with you." 

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Wanda could hear it. You weren’t in trouble—at least, she didn’t sound upset—but you still couldn’t shake the nerves twisting inside you.

She had never asked you to stay after class before.

You stayed frozen, hands gripping the edge of your desk as you watched her move. But instead of standing over you like a professor scolding a student, she did something entirely unexpected—she walked to the door, locked it with a soft click, and then made her way over to you.

Wanda crouched down in front of your desk, leaning against it with an easy, open posture. Her smile was gentle, and when her warm eyes met yours, something inside you softened, though your body still trembled slightly.

"Hi, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice filled with nothing but kindness. "You're feeling pretty small right now, aren’t you?"

You swallowed thickly. It was impossible to hide, not when she knew, when she could see right through you. Words felt too hard, too big, so you just nodded, blinking rapidly as emotion threatened to well up in your chest.

"That’s okay, sweetie," she assured, her tone soothing as she reached out, resting a hand over yours for just a moment. "This was your last class, right?"

You nodded again.

"I have papers to grade," she continued. "You and I can stay right here, okay?"

Another nod. This time, accompanied by a tiny, shy smile.

Wanda’s expression softened even further. She stood up, her fingers reaching out to gently comb through your hair, the touch grounding in a way you didn’t even know you needed.

"You’re safe with me, Malyshka," she whispered.

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While Wanda graded her papers you decided to draw, pulling out your crayons and drawing pad. Wanda let her eyes flick up every so often to watch you. Her expression softened as she saw you so concentrated, your tongue just poking out past your lips. 

She wanted to giggle, but worried it might upset you so she held back, turning her attention back to her papers until she heard you get up, feet padding over to her. She looked up past her glasses. 

"Yes sweetheart?" She asked softly, "Do you have something to show me?" You nodded eagerly and turned the page around.

Wanda let a warm smile tug at her lips as she examined the drawing, her heart melting at the sight of it. You had drawn yourself much smaller, hand held securely in hers, your features simple but unmistakably you. Wanda’s own figure was a little more detailed—her hair a mess of crayon strokes, her glasses perched delicately on her nose—but the most touching detail was the way your hands were clasped together.

Wanda ran her fingers over the crayon lines, her chest tightening in the best way as she admired your drawing. It was simple, childlike, but so full of love that it made her heart ache.

"You did such a good job, sweetheart," she murmured, looking up at you with a soft smile. "I love it, Malyshka."

Your lips curled up, eyes sparkling at her praise. You rocked on your heels, waiting, hopeful, and Wanda knew exactly what you needed. She set her papers aside, focusing entirely on you.

"Come here, baby," she said gently, opening her arms. "Come sit with Mama."

The second the word left her lips, she felt it—the way you froze. Your happy sway stopped, your hands clenched slightly at your sides. You blinked at her, uncertainty flickering in your expression as you searched her face.

"Mama?" you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda stayed perfectly still, giving you space to process. She hadn’t called herself that before, at least not out loud, though she had thought about it more times than she could count.

"Only if you want me to be, sweetheart," she assured softly, her voice steady, warm. "I would never make you do something you’re not comfortable with."

You shifted on your feet, fingers curling against the fabric of your sleeves. "But... do you want to be?"

Wanda’s breath caught for just a moment before she exhaled, nodding. "I do," she admitted, her hand resting gently on her knee, not reaching for you, just waiting. "I’d love to take care of you in whatever way you need."

You stared at her, the hesitation clear in your expression. But beneath it, Wanda could see something else—longing, hope, the deep desire for safety and care.

She kept her voice soft. "You don’t have to decide right now, Malyshka."

You bit your lip, shifting your weight from foot to foot before, slowly, you stepped closer. Wanda didn’t move, letting you take the lead, and after a brief pause, you finally climbed onto her lap, settling hesitantly against her.

Wanda wrapped her arms around you carefully, rubbing soothing circles along your back.

You stayed stiff for a moment before you melted into her, resting your head against her shoulder. A soft sigh left you as your fingers grasped at her sweater, holding onto her like you were afraid she might disappear.

Wanda pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, her lips brushing against your warm skin. "I've got you, sweetheart. Always."

And this time, you didn’t hesitate to believe her.