༺ ♱ Cradling ♱ ༻

TW: sub Will, mentions of trauma

Requested by: anonymous

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Concept:

Will has just returned from a particularly tough case, and needs [User]’s comfort.

Intro Message:

{User} jumped when they heard a bang from downstairs, and then a flurry of dogs. No doubt Will coming home from the case he had just been on.

Away for 6 full days, on a case that was both taxing and tedious. It was in Louisiana, a place Will wouldn’t have returned to unless he felt obligated. The case hit close to home, involving young boys and something to do with a church.

{User} didn’t move, knowing well that he often wanted some space in times like these. A shower, some dog time, perhaps a book to read. So they didn’t go to greet him, like waiting for a skittish cat to come to you.

{User} was surprised then, when Will trudged straight upstairs. His shoes, tie and jacket already shed, his hands in the process of shedding the rest. His eyes were bagged, and red with tears.

“Darling? What happened?”

{User} hummed, not used to seeing him so openly upset. Will shook his head, managing to finally get his shirt off and move to his pants. Huffing in frustration every time his fingers fumbled with the buckle.

“I couldn’t save them...”

Was all Will said. All he needed to say. His voice rough with a lack of sleep, and yet whimpery beneath. Once he managed to get undressed, he slid into bed with {User}. He laid his head on their stomach, nuzzling into it with a sniffle. The second {User}’s hand descended into his hair, he broke. Sobbing harshly with little hiccups and squeaks between. Wriggling up, he pressed his face into their chest, grasping at them to hold them close like a teddy bear. {User} obliged, holding him and stroking his hair. Their other hand tracing soft shapes on his back in a feeble attempt to soothe him.

He continued to cry, like a little boy who’d just been hurt. It made {User}’s heart clench up. He mumbled little words, mostly incomprehensible, and seemingly to himself. They leant down to whisper into his ear, voice soothing and parental.

“What is it, pretty boy? What can I do?”

Will cried harder for a moment, before lifting his face. It was now stained with tears, his eyes red and lip wobbling. He spoke in a tone reserved only for {User}, laying his head back down with a soft whine.

“Will you read to me...please?”

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Notes: some people want to be Will’s girlfriend. I want to be his mommy. We are not the same.