Surviving, I guess

Ivan Papov Please read rules before interacting with! Read the 'about' for a basic intro to the character, read 'headcanon' for more detail //Beyblade RP blog that roleplays with characters and OC's from any fandom//

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The dragon comes knocking

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At this point she buried her face against his neck, breathing in his comforting scent and letting his hair stroking calm her down. This followed into the hug. he pressed herself close, needing all the body contact she could get, and made a small noise of discontent when he pulled away.

She tensed, watching the tail, starting to be more fascinated with it as she noticed the faint scales, and she got a tingle down her spine as Ivan touched it. “That tingled…” She didnt even want to bother with the wing yet. The tail itself was interesting enough.. even if she was getting hungry. So Alyssa reached out, poked the faint appendage gently, and shivered at the feeling that went up her spine. Right as her stomach complained loudly that he hadnt eaten yet. 

“Hungry? Let’s get some breakfast before we even think about tackling this. I brought some croissants yesterday.” He said, smiling as he helped her to her feet. It took everything in him to not touch the phantom wings and tail. They looked like something out of a film, maybe Lord Of The Rings or similar. Still, Alyssa trusted him, and he didnt want to make her uncomfortable so he stuck with just looking.

“Are you certain nothing like this has happened before? Not even a faint memory?” He asked her as they approached the kitchen, hands linked together, hips knocking against one anothers’.

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“Don’t touch me.”

Alyssa snatched her hand back, hiding the hurt as he blinked at Ivan. “I was just going to pat your shoulder….”

Her brows knitted, suddenly unsure, and asked “Ivan? Whats up?” he couldnt help reaching out one more time to offer some comfort

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she couldnt help chuckling softly, telling him to let the clothes know who was boss as he struggled into them. They were both a lot cleaner, and she didnt really feel like doing much other than kissing him gently back and curling up with him once they sat down again. 

she had kept a drier towel on hand to make sure he didnt get too cold from his hair drying, alternating between patting down her own hair and gently fluffing his. Honestly she could run her hans through Ian’s fluffy purple hair for a long time when he was up for such things.

“You want food, love? Or just rest?”

“If you wanna snuggle on the couch with pizza, I’m game.” He said, voice a little rough due to his sore throat, but with slightly more life in it than it had ten minutes ago. Pizza obviously wasnt the healthiest food option, especially not when he had been eating shit these past few days anyway, however it was perfect depression food and the thought of hot cheesy goodness made his stomach rumble.

So that was where they found themselves twenty minutes later- thank God he lived across the road from a pizza takeout- binging Netflix series’ and cuddling.

“Thanks for not giving up on me, even though I might be a turbo piece of shit sometimes.” Ivan muttered to her, leaning on her shoulder to give her a kiss.

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Alyssa was a feeling a little better, enough to raise her arms a bit, despite the small hiss at the pain, to let him bandage the sore spots. She whispered an “I love you” that was both loving and a little sad that she had put him through this worry, knowing her emotions enough that this might not be the last time.

 Still, he was trying, so she gave a halfhearted “I dont think I’ll pass in a mummy reunion, babe.” before lowering her arms when he was done bandaging her up, happy to have someone who was there for her. The pajamas posed only a little difficulty, with it mostly being trying not to have it rub up too much on the hurt spots. 

It took them a bit to get to his bed, since she had destroyed her sides upstairs, and so she huddled in the blankets that comfortingly smelled like him as she waited to either be scolded, or for him to get food. Maybe food would be better. She was still feeling pretty miserable with herself

“I love you too.” He whispered back at her, not bothering to hide the smile that broke out on his face. The smile blossomed into a laugh at the remark about his bandaging skills- which, needless to day, left something to be desired- and he winked at her as he sat back to put the rest of the first aid kit away.

Halfway to his room and Ivan thought it might be quicker if he just carried her. Without warning he scooped her up bridal-style while making sure to not hurt her, and then placed her on his bed once they were there.

Thinking it would be best to postpone the talk until she had ate and rested, he slipped wordlessly out to get some food. He returned a few minutes later with some heated-up lasagna that he had made (made! with Alyssa’s help) and carefully placed it on the bedside table. “You should eat, love.”

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“Don’t touch me.”

Alyssa snatched her hand back, hiding the hurt as he blinked at Ivan. “I was just going to pat your shoulder….”

Her brows knitted, suddenly unsure, and asked “Ivan? Whats up?” he couldnt help reaching out one more time to offer some comfort

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Alyssa hummed a small soothing tune under her breath, trying to sooth herself as she got Ivan’s things and brought them over. she couldnt help the smile of delight and relief as he asked if shed like to join him. “I can scrub your back and reach things for you if you get soap in your eyes? Or hand you things.” she was already undressing, stepping into the shower with a quick check to see if the water was warm enough for her liking. Even if Ivan and she generally shared the same temperature preferences. 

She had showered at his place enough to recognize which shampoo was his favorite, and handed him the bottle

After the shower, Ivan couldn’t really do anything past slouch against the steam-soaked bathroom door with his towel draped lazily over him. Showering had drained him of the little energy he had mustered; getting dressed seemed like climbing Mount Everest. He managed, however, after 5 minutes of complaining and glaring the articles of clothing before him. 

“Thank you.” Ivan smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead once they had left the room. Feeling cleaner had improved his mood drastically.

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She vurled up against him, shaking a little but calming, unable to help how her wing extrnded and covered him like an umbrella as if to keep him safe with her, away from the now scary scary world that might harm her… and possibly him for protecting her. “Maybe.. maybe it will fade away in time? I just have to - have to r-relax and not get injured. Thats- thats what always made the scales go away before…” she stammered, just as unsure as he was, and finally couldnt help but pull him close for a tight hug, aven if it was a bit more scaly smooth in places than before.

“It’s the best we can do for now doll.” Ivan murmured in her ear, feeling as lost as she looked, and offered comfort through gently stroking her hair. His hands were soon relocated around her waist as she pulled him in for a hug, and they sat on the floor together for a few moments. Eventually he pulled back and looked her up and down.

“Lets see what we got here.” And he reached a hand tentatively to touch the tail that lay before them, looking as transparent as a single layer of skin; there, but barely.

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“Don’t touch me.”

Alyssa snatched her hand back, hiding the hurt as he blinked at Ivan. “I was just going to pat your shoulder….”

Her brows knitted, suddenly unsure, and asked “Ivan? Whats up?” he couldnt help reaching out one more time to offer some comfort

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“Just nice fluffy hair that is really soft when it dries” she soothed, a kiss on his cheek before letting him get up. She gave him one more kiss as she headed to get his things, and worked her way to the bathroom, generally happy to see her dearest up and about. 

So that was where she met with him again, an once more offered to help him scrub up. “After all, washing after one of those is exhausting.”

Ivan hummed and nodded, letting her help him. Usually he’d protest or feel guilty for needing help, but honestly he was too tired to argue and he needed the love and assistance anyway. Once he had reached up to turn the shower on (a great feat considering his lack of height), he began to undress, already grateful for the hot steam of the water. “You wanna join me?" He offered, “or you could just sit outside. I’m not sure how you’d go about helping... I’ve never showered with someone before.” Ivan admitted with a small frown, feeling a little silly but knowing she wouldn’t mind.

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The wings flared a little in alarm, completely on thier own as they reacted to Alyssa’s sudden worry. “I… I feel something on my back…”

A heartbeat later and she was up, frantically racing to the bathroom to see what was going on. A small whimper escaped her as she saw the wings. After staring for a moment, mesmerized with both horror and awe at the pretty things, he sank to the floor, knees up as he wondered what to do. “Ivan…” Her call was pained, desperate for some reassurance as she huddled on the floor, tail curled around her for comfort as much as it’s very existance stressed her out.

He restrained himself from running after her, assuming she wanted to be alone for a second, but didn’t hesitate to then follow her once his name was called. Hi face fell further at the sight of her curled up on the floor and he knelt down in front of her, stretching a hand out to push her hair behind her ear. 

“Baby, we’ll sort this out. I promise. It’s gonna be okay.” It was a lie and they both knew it- neither of them had no fucking idea how to fix this, But he mumbled meaningless comforts anyway as he held her, skin touching skin and breathing in the scent of her shampoo

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Se almost hurt herself with how hard she snorted at the mental image, and the laughter that followed might have caused her sides to hurt in more ways than one.

She tolerated the washing, feeling a bit better and finally asking if they could order pizza or something because she loved him, but maybe not his cooking. It wasnt like she was in any shape to make something. 

All the blood lost and the time she had spent trying to scratch off her scales and existence had finally caught up with her, and maybe the dizziness was also from hunger.

The affirmative nose she made to his suggestion on how to clean her up had more life than any reply he had gotten since he had found her sitting bloody on the floor. “Do we have bandages big enough…. or will you have to go wrap me up like a mummy, or use the paper towel cloths?”

A pleased smile crossed his face at the sound of her laughter and the fact that she was clearly feeling a little better. He kissed her forehead as he was lifting her out of the bath for the final time, then drained the tub and begun to gently pat her dry. He nodded at the suggestion of pizza, suddenly perking up more himself, and made a promise to order it once she was properly dried and dressed.

“There’s some in here... they can go on the bigger injuries. The rest we can cover with band-aids or maybe leave a couple to get some air.” He said with a nod, sounding more confident than he felt. Bandaging her entire middle might be difficult.

He pulled out the gauze and begun to gently wind it around her, securing it in place with medical tape when it had ran out. It’d have to do for now. He had fetched some soft pyjamas for her previously and helped her dress iinto them, not forgetting about needing to talk to her about this later.

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she only murmured when he picked her up, letting him throw the towel on her, inwardly wondering what he wanted to talk about and pretty sure there was a lot he’d scold her over. Her internal distress was shown in the way she clutched his hands.”Hair too, please.” It took longer. Delayed the talk. 

But eventually the tub was ready once more, and she let him lift her into the tub for another cleaning. “You should take part in a girlfriend lifting competition. Get first place and a prize.” she honesty had no idea how he managed t lift her so many times, even though it was something the Russian did often

“My huge rippling biceps are always aching to pick you up.” Ivan muttered, trying to put some humour in his tone but honestly too distracted by the task at hand to succeed. Fortunately the water remained relatively clear as he lowered her all the way in. This would be okay to wash her.

Gently, ever so gently, he cupped his free hand- the one that wasnt supporting her neck and back- and used it to dampen her hair. Once it was wet enough that the shampoo would lather nicely he got to work, making sure to move his fingers gently to avoid pulling on any tangles. He loved her hair, loved playing with it, loved washing it.

“I don’t think we wanna use soap on your wounds baby. I can gently rub your skin with my hands or a soft cloth if you’d like though? Get you clean?”

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“Don’t touch me.”

Alyssa snatched her hand back, hiding the hurt as he blinked at Ivan. “I was just going to pat your shoulder….”

Her brows knitted, suddenly unsure, and asked “Ivan? Whats up?” he couldnt help reaching out one more time to offer some comfort

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“My hero. Saving me from my own bad feet.” She was delighted to see him feeling better, and moved a bit to let him stand up better. “Want me to bring you anything before you get in? I’m stll going to help you if you want. I know the hair in the back can be hard to get.”

“You sayin’ I got a hairy back?” Ivan accused jokingly, narrowing his eyes and faking a frown. But his small smile gave away that he was joking. “You can try and dig out a towel from underneath the pile of laundry I haven’t put away yet if you want. I should have fresh clothes, I’ve been wearing these ones for 3 days.” He grimaced at the realisation, suddenly itching to get clean. He could deal with the low moods of depression. The side effects of neglecting his health and hygiene were the worst parts.

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A blink, slowly realizing it wasnt a joke or just some randm thing that he spooked at, and she looked down at the tail, eyes widening. “..oh.. fuck.”

It didnt help that the tail lashed as she panicked, turning this way and that trying to see what was going on and how he tail attached. A whisp of something faint and golden caught her eye after a few frantic twists, and she froze again. “I-Ivan? The tail isnt all there is, is there?”

“Well, you’re, uh... definitely ready to take off.” He said, dragging his eyes away from the tail and to the wings that glimmered behind her. Both phantoms looked so solid, so confident in their existence, yet still whispy and delicate. He wondered if he could touch them. Instincts told him not to try.

He wasn’t afraid, of course he wasn’t- more so confused. And wary. And fascinated.

“Are you feeling any different?”

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“That sounds like a challenge to me brat…” Yuriy hollowly threatened back. Despite how much the younger male annoyed him, they both knew he wasn’t actually going to hurt him, “Why the hell am I the female in all your weird delusions? If this is what you fantasize about in your free time I don’t want to know.” Yuriy let out a small grunt as Ivan curled up next to him. It was an odd feeling to have another person in bed with him after so long. He supposed it was comforting in an odd sense. It grounded him back into reality. Reminding him that it was all just a dream.

“You’d rather be the guy? Save me from a burning tower? O, yonder dear Ivanov, rescue me from the merciless dragon.” He muttered, fighting back another yawn. “I also fantasize about the hot guy from Guardians of the Galaxy if you’re ever looking for a conversation topic.” Ivan said with a grin, not being able to resist the urge of making Yuriy uncomfortable. But he slacked off quickly afterwards- the warmth of the bed and the breathing of his brother soothing him. He gently laid his forehead against Yuriy’s shoulder. A gentle touch to remind him that he was there.

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She had blocked out most of it, trying herd to just listen to his heartbeat and words. Not look at the waters turning red with blood, not cast a peek at the state of the floor and the color the wipes were turning. 

Until he said she was one, and she reluctantly moved away from his hands and warmth and heartbeat. “The waters really gross… Like death…” She wante to leave the tub. The bloody water held too many thoughts in it, not just aimed at her, but on when Ivan got really bad too.

But she stopped halfway into getting ready for him to pick her up again. “Im covered in this water Ivan.” If he was going to clean her wounds, she wanted to be all the way clean, which meant the water had to go.

and maybe it was a delay in that ‘we’ll talk about this later’ thing she had heard Ivan say when he saw the bad patches. 

He nodded in agreement, trying to stop himself grimacing at the blood in the water and on the floor and on his hands. Thank god he wasn’t overly squeamish- otherwise the job of cleaning her up would have taken 3 times as long.

“I know angel. I’m gonna lift you out and the run you a fresh bath so you can clean your skin and I’ll wash your hair if you want me to.” Ivan explained, pulling the plug from the bath and listening to the low glug of the water beginning to drain. The worst of it was over now.

After laying a fluffy towel on the floor, he leant over to scoop her out of the tub before setting her gently at his feet. He was quick to throw another towel around her shoulders and took her hands in his as the water finished draining.

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She was warm and safe and she could feel his heartbeat. That quiet combo lulled her back to sleep several times before his startled yelp jerked her awake.

“Mrrr? Ivan what?” She grumbled in confusion and a small bit of upset at her wrm boyfriend suddenly not being the warm pillow she was enjoying. So she sat up a little, not even noticing the tail that now flicked in a little bit of irritation or of the wings that flexed with her stretch and settled as she tuned to blink sleepily at her boyfriend. “What happened?”

He just continued to stare, open-mouthed with an expression of horror on his face. After a few awkward moments he cleared his throat and raised a hand to point at the tail. “Uh, you got some uh... added interest to the scales. Compensation if you will. A buy-one-get-one-free limited deal, only available this season.” He kept muttering stupid things, not taking his eyes off the tail that seemed so ghostly yet still part of her. 

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“Don’t touch me.”

Alyssa snatched her hand back, hiding the hurt as he blinked at Ivan. “I was just going to pat your shoulder….”

Her brows knitted, suddenly unsure, and asked “Ivan? Whats up?” he couldnt help reaching out one more time to offer some comfort

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“So long as you can carry me back when I get tired.” He knew she didnt like traveling long distances, and her legs didnt carry her far before she got tired. She kissed his nose again, peppering his face with little kisses and nuzzles. “Really really!” At this point she reclined a little and let him follow to keep next to her if he wanted to, becuase as much as she wnted to keep hugging him, she needed to sit back a bit. And it was a bit more obvious now how long he had taken without a wash. “You feeling a bit better, love?”

“I’ll fireman lift you to the nearest bench where you can rest your weary legs.” He said with a teasing grin. He found it amusing how much she disliked walking far, especally since he was raised on 10km runs and stamina-building activities. Still, it made him perfect for assisting with piggyback rides whenever she got tired.

“Yeah, thank you baby. I need to shower though.” He said with a small frown, forcing himself to stand up and sighed at the idea of forcing his body to do anything. At least he felt slightly less hopeless now.

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“Hey, shut up you… It’s been a long night.” Yuriy softly huffed, unlike the shorter male Yuriy was taking his time to be a bit quieter. He knew the two of them could be light sleepers at times. “You say that now, but as soon as you aren’t looking I’m going to smother you with a pillow.” Yuriy teased back, still not very fond of being accused of going soft. “That’s an if I stay asleep.” Yuriy felt so worn that he might just pass out the moment he hit the pillow. “You’re too young, plus also my brother. Being my knight and shining armor would be weird.” Yuriy muttered back, sighing in a bit of relief to be in his room again. His bed looked so very inviting. “Option to run from your pillow smothering is still there brat.” Yuriy grinned lazily, before getting back into his bed. Waiting for Ivan to either leave or get in with him.

“See, that’s the positive of having a big nose. You won’t be able to push down enough to cut of my airways.” Ivan said with a grin, sticking his tongue out slightly. Usually he hated his brothers teasing him about his nose... but he might as well use the teasing to his advantage. “I’ll be the prince to your damsel in distress. The Romeo to your Juliet... even though he died.” He shrugged and slipped in next to Yuriy, curling up next to him and sighing deeply. Sleep suddenly seemed extremely inviting.

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a sharp cry of pain echoed off the small bathroom walls as the cleaning cloth made contact with her injury. It hurt. She knew it would. But she could help but try flinching and arcing away from the pain. Somehow through his cleaning, she ended up pressed aginst him, with the wound away from his view. 

Somehow he managed to clean the injuries without her thrashing her hands free, leaving her more drained than before. The only thing she had energy to do were small sounds of pain, despite the worst few injuries being clean.

Ivan would keep her safe. She pressed up firther agint him, eyes shut, blocking out as much as she could, and not knowing or caring that this likely made it harder to clean her up.

He continued muttering soothing words to her in a jumble of Russian and English, with a few words of his limited Ukrainian vocabulary thrown in. Though he tried not to pin her down, knowing it would make her freak out, he didn’t have a choice but to grab her wrist or thigh occasionally to steady her, making sure she didn’t slip and that he was able to clean her wounds.

Fortunately he was satisfied with the state of the larger injuries by the time she had maneuvered herself away from him. Now the smaller ones were left. Lone scratches, short scratches, scratches that hadn’t broke the skin. He dabbed at each one with antiseptic wipes. Soon the floor was littered with bloody wipes and wrappers.

The water was red by the time he was finished, and he gently ran a hand through her damp hair, kissed her temples. “Baby? It’s okay. It’s all done. You were amazing.” He whispered, waiting for her to unravel herself so he could lift her out.