A little information to the Driver. The driver will will be using no pronouns so anyone can relate to the character.
The character will get hate because of their body, race( racially ambiguous ), and the fact that they are young.
The character will be described as having brown to black hair but it’s not story relevant. Brown golden eyes.
Character does not have an abusive relationship to family however they were like pushed harder and their competitiveness comes from being ignored( read story for more )
𖥔 ✴️ . ノ His brothers like to crash at your place . . .
with JASON TODD ◜ content ⸝⸝ short n' sweet . i didn't mention the girls :( ! ୧ head empty just batfamily ♡
It's quiet when you both turn in to sleep ― warm, comfortable ... shielded from the filth of Gotham. His heavy duty and your deep-rooted fears, far from your guys mind. Your face is turned towards his, head nestled comfortably under his chin, and ... Jason breathes softly, in n' out ... It's calm ... quiet ... Maybe even a little too quiet ? You hear the faint noise of the city below your apartment complex and all the way down the streets. Traffic, sirens ― it's all a familiar sound that would usually lull you right to sleep. Even the light rumbling of your partners' chest ― not quite snoring, but something close ― normally has you knocked out in under five minutes. But ...
The doorbell. It's a sharp tone in the otherwise silent apartment, that has your eyes wide open again, and Jason on his last nerve. You hear him sigh. Annoyed, yes, but also in a way that tells you ― he has an idea of who that might be. It's still dark, and you can barely see just what he's really doing, but you feel how he peels his side of the blanket away, muttering something like 'jus' sleep, i'll check' which is barely audible by how sleep drunken he sounds. Then, he's already out of the bedroom, lazily walking towards the door, already dreading which bat will greet him at such an hour ...
When he finally opens it, it's ... Richard Grayson, grinning. The sight has another heavy sigh escape him. "Yeah?" Jason liked to pretend that it was unusual for his brothers to show up ― which it wasn't. He also liked to pretend that he never lets them stay ― but he does. And it ― embarrassingly so ― never even takes that long to convince him. When asked, though, Jason claims it's because he rather gets right back to sleep than argue with any of his brothers.
Everyone believes him. Not.
So, Jason just steps aside and lets a much too triumphal looking Dick crash on the couch.
You hear them talk, hushed, comfortable, and soon enough, Jason is back in your bedroom, making sure to close the door behind him as he crawls back to you and underneath the sheets. "S' he okay?" You ask softly, shifting back into your previous position, flush against his chest as you breathe out, content. You're used to Richard coming over and crashing, so you're more concerned on why. Wouldn't be the first time he came over bloodied and beaten, much more eager to let you patch him up than have the batman give him a lecture. "He's fine. Will be gone in the morning."
'He doesn't want to deal with Bruce today' is what he wants to say, but he doesn't want his father to be the last thing he thinks about before going back to sleep. So he just presses a kiss against your forehead and tells you to go back to sleep.
You do, for maybe a minute, then there's a loud crash somewhere, and you're obviously wide awake again. This time, Jason doesn't even pretend to 'go check' because it's one of two people ― and he has this vague idea that it must be Tim, by how stupid his landing was. Probably came through the wrong window and fell right into that new Vase you bought.
Great.
You quietly follow behind when he leaves the bedroom again. You carry a blanket and a smaller pillow that you know is more comfortable than whatever pillows you keep in the living room, handing both to a drowsy Dick when he opens one eye ― not even bothering to check what caused such a loud noise in your guys' apartment. He just thanks you, turns around and goes right back to snoring. It's sweet, you think, how he feels more at ease here, than the large Mansion of his father...
"Go home, Tim," You hear your boyfriend mutter and follow his voice to the kitchen. His brows are furrowed as he watches the boy ― still glad in his suit ― try and puzzle the vase back together. "It's fine, we'll clean it tomorrow..." you find yourself saying, offering the kid a reassuring smile when he sheepishly lets it all fall back together. You know why he's here ― Jason knows too... and it goes without saying that he, too, is always allowed to stay. Even when Jay plays the annoyed older brother, grumbling and huffing when you show Tim the foldable sofa in your bedroom ( the one you guys bought specifically for nights like this ... )
He gets the last spare blanket, and a pillow, and he's good to go, bright smile and rosy cheeks when he thanks you so genuinely, you almost tear up a little. Your boyfriend grunts something about it being 'the last damn time' and Tim just nods. It won't be the last time. Jason acts like his brothers are intruding ― you know better.
Then everything slowly settles. It gets quiet again, there is the occasional shifting of blankets and pillows ― but, everyone seems asleep. Jason is cuddled against you, you can hear the faint snoring of Dick, and even Tim smacks his lips in deep content.
Yet, you can't help but feel like something is still not right. And like the universe agrees with you because ― of course, someone is still missing ― you hear the noise of your window being shoved open, with careful, skillful little hands... and soon enough, a smaller body wedges itself right between you and Jason as if it belongs. You don't say anything, and neither does he ― Damian Wayne fits right in the middle, barely three apples, yet he gets comfortable as if he owns the place. And you know Jason is rolling his eyes, deeply annoyed and beyond done with having so many siblings seeking him out when he just wants to spend time at his apartment with his partner. But even he is quiet and settles easy, his arm lazily thrown over his youngest brother and you, shifting the blanket so that all three of you are warm.
It's the sounds of a full apartment that finally lets you find comfortable sleep ― the warmth of two bodies right next to you ( of which the smaller keeps his hand laced with yours, as if you would ever even dare leave during the night ).
When morning comes, your sofa is empty, the vase glued back together and one demon child can't even look at you because he knows you're aware he's been clinging. He's embarrassed, you ruffle his hair, and together with Jason you bring him back to the Manor. You know it won't be the last time... and you honestly don't mind.
someone take " ... " away from me / i wrote this for myself honestly ―
when their lover is both their fashion stylist/designer and their emergency law contact
‚Shit-shit-shit.“ you heard Jason run through the manor, cursing, while halfway stumbling down the stairs.
In fact, you heard almost everyone except for Damian and Cassandra cursing their souls out. You thought about what might cause them such distress, remembering that today was an important gala.
Bruce had left earlier, being called by Gordan as Batman, and therefore leaving the kids to themselves. ‚You‘ll figure it out. Just like always.‘ He had said and left, leaving a stunned Wayne family.
‚Do you even know how to properly tie a tie?‘ Duke said as Jason walked past him, barely recognizing him in his hurry.
It was pure chaos. Dick trying to help Damian, Jason not getting his tie right, Tim hasn’t even chosen clothes yet, Cass wearing the wrong shoes , Steph‘s hair looked like a birds nest and Barbara‘s Dress was completely outdated. Duke wasn’t joining you so you could ignore his poor choice of pants.
You sighed when you saw the monstrosity layed before you. Slowly you put away your magazine, the newest edition by the way, and stepped off the treadmill you were on.
The one Jay got especially for you for colder days, when you couldn’t do sports outside. Just the same way he got you a personal manicure & hairstyle room with everything you could need.
When Jason passed by you in a hurry you tugged him towards you by laying your hand on his shoulder.
You turned him towards you by grabbing his tie and pulling slightly, the gesture undeniable suggestive if it weren’t for the underlying hurry.
You quickly tied his tie his eyes never leaving yours as his hands reached for your hips.
Before he could however do something about his underlying and very much showing desire for you you finished. ‚There you go big guy.‘ you mused at him. ‚Get me your brothers, big guy.‘
Not even shortly after they were all standing in a fine line:
‚Dick, wear this and these. They are the newest hit with the ladies.‘
‚Tim you cannot go in this. It’s a charity gala. As a representative of the Wayne Industry you have to wear a black suit! The one from Ralf Lauren.‘
‚Damian… really sneakers? You know what. It’s a statement. Please wear the green one through. It’s your color.‘
‚Cass, this isn’t a war zone. You don’t need combat boots for this. Here- Christian Louboutin „Kate“ Black.‘
‚Steph get over here and sit down, we are making you curls with butterfly bangs and and a bun.‘
‚And Babs dear, you cannot wear a dress with that much wrist ruffle. Burn it like the witches who wore it!‘ Then shoved a new dress in her hands.
It was 10 minutes later when they all finally went out of the door, just in time to catch the limo.
You sighed happily at avoiding another fashion scandal.
⌞ … ⌝
It was about 21 o‘ clock when you suddenly got a text message from Jay. Hopeful that the Gala was over and the two of you could cuddle, you sat up straight.
You had started a pedicure but that was now forgotten when you read the message:
‚We got into trouble. I don’t think we‘ll get out of here without a lawyer. Might get late.‘
…
Aww hell no!
You stood up, dressed in your pretty pink suit and took your purse before leaving towards the Gala house.
Before even entering inside you already saw the commotion. Your mouth went a bit dry. What if something you couldn’t fix happened.
‚Hun‘ you said softly grabbing his arm as he seemed to argue with an old man. Damian in his arm, trying not to cry. He had a hand print on his cheek clearly from the old man.
The rest of the family was arguing or leaving the room. ‚May I know what happens here.‘ you said softly. Pushing Jay behind you despite his best try to argue about it.
He knew he could trust you.
‚That little brat tried to attack me with a knife. So I defended myself.‘ he started.
‚Mister clearly-‚ he interrupted you. ‚What would you know? Stay out of this!‘ before trying to go past you.
‚Sir, I am from Harvard- A lawyer to be precise.‘ the old man almost laughed in your face and grinned. ‚It’s Self Defence.‘ And you wiped it right of his face.
‚No — you can’t hide behind self-defence. Under Section 37 of the Criminal Offences Act (Act 29), force is only justified if it’s reasonably necessary to prevent a crime or defend someone. You had no knife, no real threat — so your fear was not objectively reasonable.
Even if you felt endangered, the law demands proportionality: your response must match the danger. Leaving a handprint on Damian’s face is excessive — that goes beyond what is legally acceptable.
The 1992 Constitution (Article 13) also requires that any use of force be “reasonably justifiable in the particular circumstances.” What you did doesn’t pass that test.
So no, this isn’t self-defence — it’s unlawful force. You can’t make up a threat afterward to justify violence.‘
The man went quiet. Opening his mouth a few more times but closing it.
You handed him your business card. And motioned for your family to go outside.
‚If you have any questions or would like to come back with a lawyer please call me. You will hear from us again.‘
You said before walking out.
⌞ … ⌝
It was only when all of the family was sitting together in Jason‘s room for some reason that it dawned on everyone.
‚How are you so good at like everything?‘ Steph said while playing on Jay‘s PS5 leaning against his bed. Joined by Tim and Cass.
Dick and Babs were making snacks and calling Bruce to explain everything. While Duke had already gone to bed.
Damian was laying between Jason and you, like he belonged there almost. Having fallen asleep while you played with his hair.
‚What, like it’s hard?‘
Jason smiled at you. Before laying his head on your shoulder, basking in the little time you two got.
Batfamily boys meeting you for the first time after being forced to come to a charity gala by Bruce.
Dress referencing: https://pin.it/2ClM2vO8g
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„I would like a diamond ring on my wedding finger, I would like a big and shiny diamond that I could wave around, and talk, and talk about it!“
❥・─── Jason Todd - Red Hood
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Jason would be trying to get out of the Gala as soon and unnoticed as possible
Jason would go into a side-wing where some fitting rooms and quiet spaces are
Jason would find you there while you check yourself out in the mirror
Jason‘s heart skipped a beat, something it hasn’t done in a while, not even when Cassandra tried to scare him. He felt the sudden need to stand up straight and clean his now sweaty hands.
Before you could notice him in the background of the mirror, Jason already had accepted his fate. Even before spotting him you could feel his eyes burning into your back, leaving goosebumps along the way, the good ones.
„A Wayne? Stalking a poor woman?“ You mused at him, slowly turning around making the dress turn halfway with you. Jason would be making a cocky remark, hadn’t he been so distracted by your now even more outlined form.
Half star struck he‘d managed a „Admiring would be the better word.“ out. Internally slapping himself for this stupid response. „And if that stunning woman would give me a chance to dance with her, I‘d be most grateful.“ He had added hurriedly, trying to minimize the damage.
His heartbeat was probably louder than the music now. And when he thought it couldn’t get any louder you proved him wrong by holding out the back of your hand. As if enchanted by a spell he took it, placing an old fashioned kiss on your finger ‚where hopefully a his ring would be soon‘.
The thought that the amount of work his heart was doing might be unhealthy came once he had a hand on your waist and yours was laying softly on his shoulder. His mind running thousand miles a second- ‚Dont hold her hand too tight‘ ‚Are you even dancing right‘ and ‚What after this‘ left him distracted.
He was so caught in the moment that when you two had finished your dance he didn’t let go, instead holding you tight unsure of his next move. „What’s the matter big guy? Unsure of how to handle those big emotions of yours?“ you teased him, placing a lose hair behind his ear.
The whole process earned you a pleased sigh from him, leaving you even tighter in his embrace. „Use your words, Mr. Wayne.“ he nudged him. He groaned before making some distance between you, but not letting go for even a second.
„The Wayne Manor has a dancing floor too. And a certain Wayne Son named Jason might be in need for a teacher.“ he tried. Unable to directly ask for your presence. „And he may also be looking for company tonight.“ he fixed his hand position, moving it from your hip to your back.
„Well you are lucky, because I know just the person for that, Little Wayne.“ you mused letting him have you for a while longer. „Not a little Wayne but I can look past that. For now.“
The night ends with you two mostly walking outside in the garden, something not so loud, while Jason listens to every little thing that leaves your lips, practically soaking it all in.
Bruce would at first be surprised to find his son with someone but he‘d definitely arrange more meetings soon
❥・─── Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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Dick would be busy with the usual routine of appearances from „acquaintances“ and be too focused on ignoring some bullshit one of the older ones was saying
Dick would make up an excuse to get away when noticing that the man wasn’t going to stop very soon
Dick would bump into you when turning around throwing you off balance
A mumbled curse escaped his lips shortly before he caught you with one arm. You grabbed his bicep to steady yourself, while he took a second to grasp what happened, having acted purely out of reflex, you were as stunned as he was.
Only once he looked at you, did he actually freeze. Gosh you were beautiful. He had been staring at you for a bit too long, before he was snapped out of his thoughts by a pressure on his arm.
Because you were actively admiring anything but his face. „How do you even get these.“ you said in a whisper while now still groping his arm muscles, the ones that could now be felt clearly, considering that they were holding you.
„Lots of… uhm *ahem* training. Used to be an acrobat, yeah.“ You just replied with a „Uh huh.“ Until you finally realized the situation and stood up properly, your cheeks growing slightly red from embarrassment.
He let go of you, and then you two stood there. Awkwardly. „So-, how much can you lift?“ you asked uncomfortably, noticing that it maybe wasn’t the best start to a conversation. Grayson however, being the flirt he is, replied without much thinking. „I could lift you easily. Carry you around. And most likely do so the entire day.“
„Is that your way of flirting with a woman?“ you stayed close to him, not repulsed at all. Who wouldn’t like a strong and pretty man all for themselves. „Well does it impress you? If not- I don’t mean to be-„ „It’s pretty attractive. And your lady would love to be carried.“
He blushed a little at the „your lady“ comment but he ignored it in favor of carefully taking your hand into his to then guide you through the garden. Well more like carried, but then again he‘d never deny you the pleasure or anything at all, not when he finally found you.
The night ends with the two of you ditching the Gala completely. Instead Dick tells and shows you his acrobatics, something you are amazed by.
Bruce, who had Dick planned into his speech, does in fact ground him after it all, only to give in when seeing that his oldest child finally found their special someone.
❥・─── Tim Drake - Red Robin
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Tim would be trying to stay close to his father at the gala eventually and successfully slipping away to the sides
Tim would be so tired, not having slept very much, he‘d lean against the wall unconsciously swaying to the side
Tim would suddenly be leaning against you after you’ve seen him struggle to stand
It was maybe 2 hours into the Gala when he finally managed to slip away from his father, abnormally tired, having not slept since yesterday. And while he would normally be fine, Alfred had forbidden him from drinking any kind of coffee or energy drinks, saying it was for his health.
Trying to get away from the loud noises that seem to only make his headache ten times worse, he walks into a side wing, one with many sofas in some rooms. Unconsciously he goes to the nearest one, a green one fitting about 3 people. Leaning his heavy head against the wall he notices his blinking getting heavier and slower, each time taking more energy to open them again.
He only vaguely hears a voice asking him if he is ok, before feeling a weight sit down next to him. Before he can however act on his instincts to look at them, he feels himself swaying to his left, eyes closing one final time.
When he wakes it’s the bright ceiling that greets him. And next to that a beautiful voice humming an unfamiliar tune. Tim sees no use in moving his aching body, only noticing he is laying on the couch, his head on the strangers lap. Slowly when he blinks more to adjust to the light you come into view, once again knocking his mind completely off the rail.
„Well hello there, sleepy head.“ You muse in a soft voice while leaning forward more to shield his eyes from the light. „Hi…“ is all he manages while taking in your form. When both of you say nothing for a while the headache returns worse. Making him wince, furrowing his brows.
„I should get you something to drink, you look awful.“ You start, trying to stand up and putting his head on the sofa instead of your lap, only for him to deny you that. „I‘ll be fine. Thank you.“ It comes out rougher than he meant to. „How long was I out for?“ You check the clock hanging close to you. „Around 1 hour. The Gala hasn’t even begun yet.“ He grumbles, he had hopes that he missed the Gala but no.
„If you don’t feel good enough yet, I can stay with you here.“ You offer him. „Not every day that a person is so willing to help.“ „You flatter me, boy wonder. Anything I can do to help Sleeping beauty here? You really look like you‘ve slept only 5 hours.“ His chance. At least somewhat of a chance to get you to stay. He may be tired but he knows a 10/10 when he sees one.
„Stay. Please keep humming and when the Gala is over I’d like to take you on a date.“ he rambles off, unsure if what he said would be a good idea. All his skills come from Dick and even he sucks at this.
You let out a chuckle. „Alright Mr. Wayne Junior. I‘d like it to be at a museum through.“ God damn he landed himself a nerdy, pretty and funny girl. „Anything you want.“ he mumbled before being distracted severely by your fingers in his hair. Caressing his scalp, hulling him once again to sleep.
Bruce would find you two while Tim is still asleep so you tell him what happens.
The night does in fact end with the two of you on a date. Through both of you are tired out of your minds, it somehow still works out. Tim is a lucky bastard.
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⁀➴ They would be staying extra long at a crime scene so that they can see you ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would start doing a lot more patrols, especially during the times you are at work ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would say they‘ll give them a clue if you give them a kiss ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would start leaving little notes for you to find ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would start leaving you addresses where they’ll meet you privately ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would eventually send you a message where they are before any calls go to the police station about the crime, making sure they get to see you undisturbed ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would leave you flowers in their color which you would collect and display in your home ᯓᡣ𐭩
⁀➴ They would find your apartment this way, having checked every window for their signature color ᯓᡣ𐭩
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It started with a small knock on your window. „Hello there. Mind letting me in, please?“ Only for you to patch them up while they admire you, ignoring the pain in favor of you. Whenever you were done they‘d act like they either couldn’t move yet, or they’ve fallen asleep, leaving you to have them overnight.
「 ✦ … he’d be ordering coffee at your workplace for the first time. Only realizing that there is no indirect order possible so he’ll have to walk up to the counter ✦ 」
「 ✦ … “I’d like an Iced Venti Americano with 8 shots of espresso.” Is what he would say, completely forgetting that this coffee shop isn’t used to his antics ✦ 」
「 ✦ … Only when you didn’t respond for a shot moment did he look up at you. Your face slightly confused, concerned and showing a hint of understanding. “Would you like a hospital visit with that?” ✦ 」
「 ✦ … Tim however had way bigger problems. You. While you had the usual 9 to 5 style like any other going no on, you struck him differently ✦ 」
「 ✦ … he’d come back more frequently after that. Always ordering the same. “This cannot be healthy. Drink something normal please. Isn’t there anything else you’d want.” You say in frustration after making him his 12 drink this week. ✦ 」
「 ✦ … Tim would be a smooth bastard and say: “Your number and a date with you ✦ 」
Jason would come back very late at night, occasionally not even before morning
Having driven around the entire night on his bike and the loud noise of his guns surely give him headaches
Tends to use a lot of pain medication but rarely has any on him
Would want to go home but can’t because he doesn’t want to be alone at the manor or his hideout
Would call you with a raspy voice ( probably because he didn’t drink enough )
„Can I come over?“
You sat on your bed now wide awake after the cryptic call from your boyfriend. You knew he never elaborated much but he seemed really bothered on the phone, leaving you with thoughts cursing through your head. It was only laid to rest, when you saw a perfectly undamaged Red Hood open your window and slip inside, barely taking of his hard armor and helmet before slipping under the warm sheets that you provided.
Despite the chills that his cold fingers sent down your spine, you knew better than to ask him what’s wrong. His frowned face already said a million things. He didn’t say anything, he just silently hugged you, pressing his face into your chest before letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
Silently you let him relax before starting to entangle some of his hair that had been stuck together duo to all the sweat. Jason always smelled like the Gotham Streets. Even though it smelled like drugs and piss with a pinch of alcohol he made it smell certainly better.
When Jason seemed to relax even more into your hold and let some sounds slip that sounded divine to you, you used this opportunity to ask him.
„Anything you want Mr. Red Hood?“ Only for him to press himself tighter to you. „Mhhhgg.“ was the only answer you got before he moved your hands onto his head again, pressing them down harder. Over the years you‘ve practically have become a Jason whisperer, able to decipher even the most cryptic gestures of his.
A small huff left him when you started playing with his hair and scratching his scalp a bit. „Headache?“ you tried when your boyfriend left you with more pleased noises. „Yeah.“ before relaxing completely when you found the spot.
Quiet huffs and pleased noises filled your ears until Jason seemed to fall asleep, you however didn’t stop your movements one bit. It was almost 4am anyways and if anything, he deserved it.
❥・── Dick Grayson - Nightwing
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「 ✦ Massages ✦ 」
Would constantly do stunts on patrol
Mainly to impress the children
Would overdo it a lot because he is afraid of his image
Gets severe joint pain after a particular stunt that he failed to practice enough
Always does sport at the end of the day even if he can barely stand afterwards
Usually wouldn’t tell you
Lays dead on your bed or sofa when he is done for the day
„I swear I just need to stretch them a bit.“
„A bit huh?“ you mused at his limp form in front of you. The Nightwing, acrobat since childhood years, has always done this. Acting like he wasn’t in pain while his whole body screamed in it.
You hit his butt once causing a yelp to slip past his lips while his muscles tensed. „Hey!“ „What? I can’t help it. Your behind just looks so damn tempting.“ He just huffed once more, however making no effort at all to get up. All while his face contorted in pain. „Urghh…“ you sighed softly before you started taking of his suit. „Hey…give me a second.“ he tried stopping you. However when you came back with hot water in a bowl and a towel.
He relaxed when he felt you wipe him down. You relaxed his muscles and then let your finger work magic. Sitting, more like holding yourself above his back, while massaging his back and neck especially.
Soft moans would leave his mouth throughout, occasionally bending his back upwards to lean more into your touch. Chasing the feeling of something intimate, a stark contrast between the cold and secluded place that was Gotham. The place where he would spend most his time.
At the thought of Dick leaving you again in the morning you purposely pressed a little harder on an aching spot. „Ouch!“ a chuckle that you let out was everything that it took to calm your boyfriend back down again. Letting him slowly succumb to his tiredness while you made sure that he‘d be able to move next morning.
„I love you too Grayson…“ a mumble of your name is what you got back, knowing you had already lost him to the dream worlds.
❥・── Tim Drake - Red Robin
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「 ✦ Nap on lap ✦ 」
Rarely actually comes by when you are awake
And if then it’s because he needed to avoid his family that tried to put him in bed
Falls asleep anywhere anytime
You find him on the kitchen table, sofa, floor or the side of your bed but never on the bed
„It would make me want to rest“ he‘d say
Wakes up at the smallest of noise and sounds
Comes to complain to you after a mission if his intel was somehow wrong or slightly off
You don’t understand any of it but it lets you ease him into a possible sleep position
„I wasn’t even done explaining yet!“
„You can keep explaining now too.“ You mused at him. Putting your hand on his chest to keep him laying down on your lap. Tim wasn’t stupid. He knew what you were trying to do. However the thought of laying on your lap while your whole attention was on him was too good to pass.
After grumbling a few times he finally gave up and started talking about the mission and the most recent case that had him stay awake for days. It was hard to get Tim to sleep at all, so when you finally heard a yawn from him you made sure to support his sleepiness with everything you had.
You‘d speak softer and your hands found his hair and his one hand that wasn’t swinging around while he complained. „And then…urgh where was I? *yawn*“ he barely managed before he went quiet. You knew you did a job well done when he curled up against you hugging your hips awkwardly but you weren’t going to complain.
After 1 hour of him asleep on your lap it was however starting to hurt so with precision that not even you expected you layed yourself next to Tim letting him hug you while he had his first sleep in days.
You nearly cursed when Tim’s phone rang. You accepted the call so fast you didn’t even see who, just to ensure Tim could sleep.
„Hey Tim you better be home soon! Otherwise Alfred and Batman will limit your Batcave time.“ You let out a soft laugh. „Tim is asleep. I can relay the message through.“ A few thank you‘s from Dick later you‘ve finally got the sleep you deserved.
„Who was that?“ Tim mumbled. „A worried mother hen.“ Tim seemingly too out of it simply accepted that and was asleep seconds later.
❥・── Damian Wayne - Robin
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「 ✦ Sharing Warmth ✦ 」
People do not take him for a cuddler
But that man is a walking freezer and he uses that fact to annoy and torture people on the daily
If he comes back from Patrol you bet your ass this man is like a snowman
He would tumble into you bed and creep his fingers under your pullover
He‘d scare the shit out of you only to also put his freezing feet onto you warm ones
You‘d always throw him out of your blanket and give him his own one
However there are days when he needs both emotional and physical warmth
„Just one minute…please.“
Whenever Damian used that voice you knew it was bad. It was the one day in the year when he‘d let all his walls down hoping that no one would tear him to shreds. His fingers tightened around your back unable to be closer than he already was.
Slowly you pressed his face more into your chest making sure to cover his form with the warm blankets you‘ve already prepared for him to snuggle into. Caressing his back slowly and letting sweet nothings spill from your mouth left him slightly shaking in your grasp.
„Oh my gosh. They really did you bad today huh? It’s alright sweetheart.“ you murmured still a bit in sleep. You got no answers but you knew he heard you. „You‘ve done so well. I love you. Don’t forget that.“ you continue not wasting a second to make sure he knew he was loved.
You slowly tried to take of his amor. You got a few mumblings as a response trying to get you to lay down again. „I am just trying to take off your amor. I am not leaving you.“ you reassured him. He made your goal to undress him harder than it had to be. Clinging onto you like it was his lifeline, something that would disappear the moment he‘d let go.
„Y/N…“ he sighed as you managed to get him out of his uniform. „Yes my little birdy?“ you mused in response. Laying back down and tugging him closer whispering sweet nothings once again to him. To others it may be strange reassurances. You wouldn’t leave, forget him. You didn’t see him as a monster, but as your darling.
Only once he slowly became as warm as you, he‘d slowly drift off into sleep. Making it your responsibility to inform Oracle of his absence the entire week. Taking off his comms and never leaving his side.
„Would you still love me if I was a worm?“ „Yeah. You‘d be quite a sexy one.“
Now that everything has calmed down within the Avengerz* tower/base everything starts to come down on the team. The realization of their fears, the responsibility and lies come crashing down mercilessly. Lucky to them that their manager has their experience with comforting.
Yelena Belova · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Knifes
It started with short memories that entered her mind uncontrollably. Sometimes she would recognize them and sometimes they’d disappear with the next breeze that would occasionally seep through an open window. In those moments of quiet she‘d stay in her room playing with the Gini pig she had saved from the cruel fate of death. It was then, after around 3 weeks, when this distraction failed to work and Yelena would sit on the rooftop hoping that once again the breeze would help her, yet whenever it did pass her ear, all she’d hear was an all too familiar whistle sound.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
It was around 2am when when you were sitting on the couch in the living area, the one that took many arguments to design since most of them preferred their own style and as thick headed as all of them were, it was a challenge. Looking at the clock once more ( feeling as if it was mocking you ) you decided to stop working for now, slowly collecting the papers and your empty tea mug. Quiet stretches throughout the halls a comforting silence that had lulled even the most insomniac members to sleep.
It was only when you passed Yelena’s room that you’d pick up the faintest shuffling noise, try and failing to muffle a sound resembling a sob. Not knocking on the door wasn’t even a thought that would pass your mind as you knocked faintly.
A few heartbeats passed before the sound of heavy breathing came closer to the door. It opened a crack only to have silenced stretch out again.
“Yelena..” you tried saying as soft as possible. “…yes?” Came quiet and a bit broken from behind the door. You knew she wouldn’t say anything. So you’d have to take action alone. “Could open the door a bit more so that I can come in?” It left no ‘perhaps she doesn’t know’ but it must have been comforting for her, not having to say what the problem was. She stepped away from the door going to sit on the bed. When you entered the room it was super cold and yet she sat there with her way too thin sleep clothes looking away. Over the months that you’ve been with them you’ve started to understand each persons ticks. And if Yelena hated one thing it was telling her that she doesn’t have to worry or that everything will be fine.
So instead of putting more pressure on her than she already carried, you walked to the other side of the bed and went under the covers while pulling off your pants and annoying clothes. No words were said but when you pulled her to the back of the bed next to you she understood your intentions. A bit reluctant at first but not unwilling.
You hug her when she started silently starring into space, you cuddled her when she started shivering and you talked about bunnies and things that Bob and John had fought about in the group chat when she gripped your T-shirt tightly.
“I am so scared. It’s the same.”
“What is?”
“The dreams are too real.”
“And so is this, Yelena. It’s ok to be stuck in the past, but don’t forget that the present here has a place for you. We don’t want anyone but the Yelena we know.”
Yelena had not said anything after that but at some point her breathing evened out and even if she awoke in the night again, she’d fall back asleep soon after.
Morning came, warm light passing through the window, warming not only the room but also the fears that had clutched onto the assassin.
“Let it happen slowly, Yelena.”
“You always say that.”
“Even if it’s impossible for us to notice.”
“Alright.”
Time could move on. Her place was here non the less.
John Walker · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Shield
Nightmares are always there. From the moment he had to perform for America to the short time where he then had to lie to himself about having performed perfectly. Before everything there had not been a single moment of doubt in him. He was the actual Captain America. And then when he noticed that he didn’t have to be him to mean something, doubt would creep up his spine buzzing in the back of his head like an ugly reminder. Beating constantly on the sandbag or cleaning his shield no longer managed to distract him enough from his thoughts. And then Bob had to call him out on his behavior in the group chat, just great.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Stumbling into the kitchen for your who knows what coffee you spotted the lights on. However no one in sight. You thought that someone must have just left it on after getting a late night snack like they did so often. Perhaps you should make them an eating plan as well. You walked over to the kitchen, your shoes leaving a rhymed sound that hopefully would not wake anyone up. It was only when you reached the coffee machine that you noticed John sitting behind the kitchen isle, knees tucked halfway to him, his arms stretched out laying on his knees with his head hanging between them.
Putting aside the initial shock you noted that this could not be good for his neck. When you reached down to carefully shake him away, you noticed his mumbling and the occasional sweat that ran down his forehead. You knew better than to wake someone from a nightmare, that Yelena was awake when you’ve noticed her nightmares was mere luck.
Standing up and getting a pillow you slowly sat beside him, legs outstretched and pillow on your thighs. You carefully tugged him sideways down onto the pillow. While playing with his hair and letting him hold your hand he eventually awoke at around 1am. Heaving and shaking slightly only to realize the position he was in. He didn’t get up through just taking it all in.
“What is bothering you so much that you’d sleep on the kitchen floor?”
You eventually said. He liked direct questions. No talking around anything. Fast and painless.
“Captain America.”
Ah this again.
“It’s just- I don’t know.”
“It makes you angry.”
“Yeah.”
Then silence again.
“In my opinion no one is truly ever going to be captain America.”
Which earned you a displeasured look from below.
“What?” He said more sternly.
“Captain America seems more like a state of mind. I feel like Captain America is simply whatever the world currently wants him to be, not what he’s actually supposed to be.”
He just grunted at that, adjusting his position a bit, before sitting up completely on the cold floor again. Then standing up perhaps a bit too fast. “No. He exists. I am him.” “You are a part of him. Just like everyone else. You do yours and they do theirs. And boom you have Captain America.” This just earned you another grunt and then him laying down on the sofa pretending to be unbothered by what you just said.
“You can still try to be like him, John.”
“But then I am not him.”
“No one can be J.”
“I can! I am supposed to be! I’d be nothing without this title!”
His voice had gotten louder at the end of the sentence, his way of showing emotion, hurt.
“You’d be an Avenger with a pretty awesome shield and an attitude-“ his head snapped up. “-that would put captain America to shame.” He tried and failed to hide the smile that tucked at his lips.
“You don’t have to be him J.”
“Then who should I be.”
“Be better. Better than some Captain America.”
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Ava Starr · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Loneliness
It would start with her overthinking a phasing that did not end exactly when she had wanted it too. It left her body aching and feeling numb at the same time. She held her breath now whenever she passed through a wall, her mind racing while counting down every second that she wasn’t fully materialized. Only leaving her feeling even more numb after. She‘d avoid touching things in fear of passing through them.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You had noticed Ava‘s strange behavior early on in her spiraling. Normally she‘d walk though walls when going anywhere but now she instead leaves though the door. Then there was the reluctance to pick or hold anything, she no longer annoyed everyone by taking their stuff and leaving with it through walls as a ‚way of getting back at them‘.
When the moon was high one night you found her slumped over the table in the living area. When you went to wake her up by shaking her shoulder she had woken up so fast that it almost scared you. Before you could try to make any proper conversation she stood up and started leaving the room.
„You forgot to put your mug into the sink Ava.“ you said, knowing fully well she wasn’t going to. Yet there was a hesitation in her steps when she turned to you. „I‘ll do that tomorrow.“ her voice cracked and she spoke fast. It was clearly a lie and you knew it, so did she.
„…“
It had taken you some time to find the weighted blankets you had made for for the Thunderbolts ( originally thought to be a Christmas present). It took even more to get it up the stairs again, you weren’t the most fit anymore now that most of your time went into playing mother with grown adults. When you finally got to Ava‘s room you opened the door, startling her. „Lay down please.“ „What’s that?“ You got closer and inevitably just threw it on her.
„Weighted Blanket.“
„I can feel that.“
„Now scoot over.“
You took your place next to her. She just sat on the other side of the bed not getting under the blanket. „It‘ll help.“ you said as you draped it over her. „Will it also help me from not disappearing?“ You smiled slightly. While Ava never said what bothered her, you seemed to have been right. „Well…I could try to make that. But for now it will at the very least make sure that you won’t lose yourself.“ It turned into a small starting contest until Ava reluctantly lays down on the pillows of her bed.
She left her eyes open though. Not daring to be unconscious and disappearing. Her mind racing fast and against every other thought that would come to her.
„So-„
„I am fine.“
„You are here.“
Silence again. But a bit more calm now. „Ava.“ she turned away from you not quite disapproving of your existence and not quite accepting.
You took a deep breath.
„We cannot know what comes. Or how long it will last. All of this could be gone tomorrow.“ You reached for her hair, slowly and softly tangling your fingers through it.
„I know.“
„And?“
A shaky breath. „It makes everything so difficult. I already lost my parents and now I could lose everything again just because of this. Because of me.“
She slowly turned to you. „What if they decide my problems are too much.“ another shaky breath that echoed through the room.
„You cannot change what’s to come Ava.“
„Then I don’t want it.“
„Yes you do.“
Silence once more.
„Just try to make the time you have count. You‘ve been doing better than ever. Use that.“
Maybe it was sleepiness, the grounding weight of the blanked that made her seem real, or simply the thought of not not having to leave any time soon, that lulled her to sleep.
It was now midnight. Heh.
„Sleep tight little Ghost.“ You held her hand through the night. Hugged her more often, let her go at her pace.
„The moon will always rise in the night. And so will you.“
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Alexei Shostakov · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Time
It started with a rock he couldn’t pick up when he was rearranging the rooftop garden. Something you had suggested to keep him busy. He got older, he knows that, yet each time he got a wake up call from the world and his body, it surprised him a little. Not to mention that he knew he was getting out of shape. And so to forget that he‘d try to drown it with Vodka.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
„Alex…didn’t we talk about this?“ You said standing in the doorframe to his room. Entering would be difficult considering all the junk laying around the room that was a falling hazard. Alex seemed very drunk, multiple new bottles had been added to the old one on the table. „Ah hello there -hic- want to join the great Red Guardian?“ he slurred as an answer, probably not having heard your initial question.
Seeing no way around this you carefully stepped into the room trying to find footing and falling a few times but it brought you to the sofa. Finally having reached your destination you sat down on the sofa, having to push a couple things aside. You looked up at the TV which was playing a parade and showing Alex on a wall.
„Look at that my friend!“ he chugged at his Vodka bottle not bothering to fill it into a glass. „The glory days of the Red Guardian! Haha.“ then a short silence where she sat almost motionless before snapping back and trying to take another big gulp from the bottle. This time however you held him back.
„Alex. What‘s bothering you?“
„What do you mean I am more than fine.“
„You said you wouldn’t drink again.“
When he did not answer you, you turned the TV off. He sat the bottle down somewhere in the mess resembling a room. „I-„
Then he went silent again. Some breaths left him that didn’t fit into his breathing rhythm and soon tears dared to fall from his eyes.
„I feel like I no longer have anything in my life under control. I am no longer as strong as I once was -hic- nor do I seem needed anymore.“
Mit came out soft and quiet. Something that was very unlikely from him. Reserved only for the most vulnerable moments or Yelena.
„Is that what’s been bothering you?“
He nodded slightly before looking at you with those big eyes of his.
„It plagues me. Every night. I am failing.“
You took a second to respond, knowing fully well you only had one shot at this.
„You didn’t fail Yelena. Alex.“ It caused him to stop his self spiraling shortly. „Yelena should see me as Red Guardian not… this.“ He heaved out tears once again slowly breaking past his eye. You hugged him.
„Listen, none of us ever met you as Red Guardian. We met Alexei and we chose him for our team.“ „It just feels like such a big change. To be someone new again.“ You only nodded while the two of you hugged each other tightly, him out of desperation and you out of concern.
„Alex.“
„Yes comrade.“
„Let’s remember that there is a person behind all that serum stuff ok?“
„Yeah.“
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
„Bob“ Reynolds · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Hands
It came from the fighting- not the street kind. The family fights that the group had going on in the living area at least once a day. It didn’t bother him until it did. One or two lines were too close to the memory of his father. Other times Alex or John Walker standing up hastily to throw their hands up made him remember. He knew it wasn’t that. But when his brain was not distracted during sleep it was difficult to keep the thoughts at bay. He already felt enough like a bother. So another problem he would bring the table was unimaginable.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You had walked past the hallway when something caught your eye. The lights are flickering. While you weren’t a smart kid you knew that was not good, so you went into the hallway to press the light switch to off. Only for no difference to happen. The hallway remained unnaturally dark no matter if the lights were off or on.
„Are those-„ Shadows. BOB!
There were some spots with no shadow but when you stepped back once to avoid the shadows coming towards you everything went dark. You knew about this. The Avengerz had told you about it, so despite being terrified of the sight before you, you just tried to find a room that did not look the same while you seemed to constantly switch between the rooms and the hallway. Walking past a mirror you spotted it. Bob. He twitched when he caught your eyes looking at him .
When you blinked the next time you found yourself outside of his door. You slowly nocked the door opening it when you realized it was already open.
„Hey there.“ you said softly while you watched Bob sit up on his bed. Sweat running down his neck while he tried to regulate his breathing. He curled in on himself unsure of what to do with himself.
You stepped closer sitting on the side of the bed now and watched as Bob slowly came back from dreamland. „You feel ok?“ you started. „Yeah. I am fine. All is fine.“ He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. You knew that he wasn’t the biggest fan of talking but you could somewhat gather what his nightmare had been about. Yelena had told you a week ago about how skittish Bob seemed at the table lately.
You sat on the bed fully next to him now so Bob could lay his head on your chest, following your heartbeat as if his life depended on it. „Yelena told me you‘ve been avoiding the table of late.“ you stared at the door trying not to push Bob with even more attention. It had to come at his pace.
„It’s just-„ he swallowed hard hugging you tighter as he nearly sat on your lap. „I- I feel like uhm anxious. When they fight at the table. I know they don’t mean any of it! Just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.“ he confessed in one breath getting more quiet as he went along. You let out a breath thinking carefully about your next move.
„I could make the rule of not fighting at table.“
„Bucky already tried that.“
Mhh. Fine then.
„I could sit there with you next time. And be there when they start fighting. How does that sound?“
He seemed to relax a bit at that, seemingly enjoying the idea of you joining. „I don’t want to bother-„ „You aren’t. Might even help to get to know you all better.“
Silence stretched through the halls. Comforting silence even.
You stayed there with him the whole time he was awake, only moving to lay him down properly. And when he woke again from his sleep you‘d tell him of all the things the team did and how they cared about each other in their own ways earning a tired laugh from him on occasion.
„Sometimes a bit of company is all you need.“
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
Bucky Barnes · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Chair
The shame rooms had reminded him. That damn room with nothing but the chair and all the computers practically laughing at him. He couldn’t stop thinking of them. Never. But now the wounds were fresh open again. The Avengers. Hydra. It all came at him once again. He knew that he was up for many sleepless hours, he’d done this infinite times before.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
You didn’t know what ungodly hour it was when you were awoken by something. First you thought maybe it was the wind and didn’t bother to stand up or open your eyes properly until you hear a knock on your door. Seemingly also being the thing to wake you. Slowly you slipped out of the covers and wandered towards the door opening it only to find a certain man standing before you, blanket in hand.
„Bucky?“ you said seemingly snapping him out of his thoughts. „Hey.“ „Hey.“ you two stood there awkwardly in the door. „Is there something you need?“ you tried to help him. You’ve noticed before that it didn’t come easy for Bucky to ask for things or voice his needs in general. The fact that he came to your room must mean that it’s pretty bad.
You heard him take a shaky breath before he looked straight at you, scaring you a bit. „I had a nightmare and I seemed to have panicked. I- sorry. Sam said that I should go find someone if this happens.“ he took a breath. „And your room is the closest.“ That was a lie. Walkers room was closer but whatever.
You figured that if Sam was involved that it had to do with Bucky‘s past. „Come in. You can sleep here.“ He didn’t even try to object, seemingly having hoped for this outcome. He layed down, hugging a pillow when he had hid himself under the blankets.
„Try to sleep. If it doesn’t work we’ll stay up the night, together.“
His eyes only followed you when you closed the door and layed back down beside him. He instantly curled up against your side either seeking warmth or company. Perhaps both. Eventually with him half asleep he’d pull you down with him and hug your hips, hiding his face in your chest.
While you were not quite sure if this was work appropriate you certainly didn’t mind. You cared about him more tan just a work partner. He was someone with lots of troubles and if you could ease those for even one night you‘d gladly do so.
The next morning Bucky wouldn’t let go of you. Mumbling something about ‚best sleep of his life‘ and ‚in your face sam‘ but you had to properly wake him. To say he felt bad about it was an understatement yet it happened again the week after until it gradually became a common thing. Bucky said that you talking to him and braiding his hair while he slept ( which you did ) calms him a lot that he rarely has nightmares anymore and if he does you are always right there next to him.
„It’s grounding of sorts.“
„Good.“
„At this point I could just come over every night.“
„You‘ll still have to go to your therapy session Buck.“
He groaned and got out of the car, slamming the door lightly. You just waved at him when he entered the building. But yes.
You‘d get him softer blankets for your room, always had a second pillow ready and would listen to his worry’s.
„An Captain America blanket?“ Bob asked. „He likes that one.“ „How cute.“
How ever: Bucky would never admit it.
· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·
I fear I cooked. What next? Please write you ideas in the comments.
Sunday has now boarded the Astrall express and gotten his own room. Now he is able to relax for the first time outside and since the dreamscape away from the clutches of Gropher Wood. Sleepy cuddles with the express family ensue. Nesting and Hurt/Comfort.
Notes:
- most backstory ideas are taken from a story by milkyyawns titles „Weary wings“
- past child abuse and trauma
- mention of torture and abuse
- bad coping mechanisms
- Sunday has ocd
Enjoy
1.
Sunday has been a passenger of the famous Astral Express for about 2 weeks now. Getting to know the place and their other passengers was an experience Sunday had to calm down from for now.
Be it Himeko‘s coffee that he had choked on after the first sip, making her worry, or the amount of strange things that Stelle/Caelus would bring onto the Astral Express. One day it is golden trash, the next an aggressive animal that has seen Sunday as a bird it could hunt. Afterwards Welt had apologized for them and he just laughed it off not wanting to make a big deal out of it.
That night he had spend pulling every hair from the foul beast off his clothes eventually resulting in him cleaning the entire room. He would flip tables and scrub tables.
4 swipes on each tile, up down and again. 4 times not 3. Dust off there and get rid of that finger print. Clean the chair, don’t forget the edges of the windows. Up and down all in tact.
The first to notice his strange obsessive behavior was Pom-Pom who was extremely pleased to see someone so caring about the train. The had made a deal then, they would let him clean and not tell the others and he‘d get to finish the task without interruption.
It wasn’t like he wouldn’t clean during the day. But whenever he did March or anyone else would pull him away from the task, telling him he had done enough. Leaving him thinking about the unfinished dishes or tiles the night without being able to sleep. And so everything fell into a rhythm. During the day he would barely eat anything, hoping that it would be ok for him to do so. He wasn’t going to take more than then bare minimum. He thought himself undeserving of anything but that.
‚I should clean the dishes.‘ standing up and collecting them while everyone was still talking at the table. He‘d immediately clean the plates after entering the kitchen not letting them sit for a second.
„You know you don’t have to do all that. Let March 7 do some of the work or she’ll forget how to.“ Himeko had joked as she entered as well, holding her now empty coffee mug. „Not at all. It’s the least I can do. But I shall keep it in mind.“ he answered softly and direct leaving no room for Himeko to argue with him.
You should be grateful that they don’t have any expectations for you. Otherwise they‘d see how useless you are.
‚I should change the subject.‘ but nothing came out. The outside turned quiet as well as most of the crew retreated to their rooms. Himeko said her goodbyes as she walked out and wished him a good sleep.
As if you‘d do that.
He wasn’t. At least he shouldn’t.
He had to make himself useful and make sure that the Crew could make use of him, otherwise he would overdue his stay here faster than a warp jump. He waved back and wished her a goodnight as well, returning his gaze to the dishes he cleaned and putting them away. Walking out of the kitchen he was met with a still somewhat dirty table and some paper laying around on the floor.
‚Must have been Caelus/Stelle’ Why are you accusing them instead of cleaning!
He would soon. „You look…if I may say so, tired Sunday.“ a deep voice said from behind. Probably noticing the way he had stared at the table and the floor. Welt stood behind him, tapping his finger on his cane. „Please don’t worry too much Mr. Yang. I am still getting used to the different times here and my sleeping patterns don’t really match here. It’s been getting better.“
What a lame excuse.
‚I may be tired but I can’t just sleep without doing my part.‘ Welt had eyed him with a first suspicious and then concerned look. He seemed to think for a second before too wishing him a good night and leaving. ‚I should got to my room first too.‘ And so he did. On his way the fact that Welt had left his coat behind, the dirty table and the paper on the floor never left his mind. To distract himself he‘d occasionally pluck a feather to distract himself or tab his fingers against each other. Thumb against each finger twice and then repeat on the other side.
In his room he was hit again with embarrassment. He looked at his bed, strangely arranged pillows and blankets. A charger port was also inside the „nest“. Him and Robin had tried to make a nest once but their father would punish them severely for it, hence of why he never learned to.
It was about an hour later when he went back to the dining place and cleaned. At around 4am he then heard a door opening, afraid that it might not be Pompom he went into the kitchen to try and hide but it was too late.
„Sunday? What in the cosmos are you doing?“ he heard Himeko say. Shortly followed by a: „It is 4am, why aren’t you asleep?“ by none other than Mr. Yang.
You bothered them!
„I..“ the unfinished sentence hung heavy in the air. He could just lie to them and say everything was fine and that he had simply been awake way too early. But the bags under his eyes were giving him away. „You cleaned the table.“ „And the floor.“ the said after another.
„I apologize if I have woken you up.“ He tried to get out of this conversation but it was already a lost cause. „Haaa…Sunday please go to bed. We care about your health and currently it seems like you need rest.“ Himeko said leaving no room for argument.
„I…yes.“ He said calmly while looking more distant by the second. Welt had put his hand on his shoulder and turned him to walk him to his room. „We‘ll talk about this again tomorrow. Or well today, later. Now you need rest.“
They walked in silence after that. Welt‘s hand was grounding to Sunday. Keeping his mind from wandering around. ‚Wair. Oh no the bed.‘ But welt had already opened the door and stilled. He must have recognized what he did.
How childish! You are not a beast! Behave like a proper human and get rid of that disgusting attempt of a nest. You disgust me.
„I am sorry. I did not mean to… It happen accidentally.“
2.
„Sunday, hey listen. It’s ok. It’s just instinct.“ he crouches down to Sunday when the hallovian fell to his knees apologizing and hiding his face with the wings. „It’s disgusting.“ „It is not disgusting Sunday. Did you father teach you such nonsense?“ Welt had said in a stern voice that made Sunday freeze.
Welt carefully nudged his wings away holding Sunday‘s face in his hand wiping away tears that have started falling. „It’s ok. Tell me. How can I help.“ a sniff was heard and then some more hiccups before a chirp escaped Sunday. As if this wasn’t embarrassing enough already. In response Welt hugged him stroking his back.
Suddenly some more footsteps were heard from behind causing Sunday to hide himself in Welt‘s arms even more. „I apologize for startling you two. We heard some crying and came to see if everything is alright.“ Dan Heng‘s voice came from behind. „Do you know how to Hallovians build a nest?“ Welt asked in Sundays stead. „Aww is he embarrassed about that?“ March‘s voice sounded from behind as well. „I am sorry.“ Another embarrassing chirp. „He can do that? Let me see.“ Caelus/Stelle tried to get close but were stopped by Himeko.
„As far as I know they collect things to build the shape of a nest.“ She states looking at Dan Heng for confirmation. A second of thinking passed before he answered: „Considering the lack of information on his race and especially the process of such things, all I know is that it’s shared with people they care about.“ All eyes turned to him. „He cares about a charger port?“ „NO!“ Sunday quickly interrupted. Only to hide more in Welt‘s embrace.
What are the odds.
„You can have my favorite blanked if that helps.“ March exclaimed. „We should all bring something of ours no? How does that sound Sunday.“ He could only muster a nod.
How foolish of you to want them to stay. Are you not afraid they’ll see you having nightmares. Repent for your sins you fool.
Sunday started to mutter a kinds of prayers to Ena and Xipe while the Crew was on their ways to collect things for him.
You are troubling them!
„It’s no trouble.“ he heard Welt‘s soft voice while he himself had unconsciously started arranging the little belongings he already had. He would chirp occasionally when something didn’t feel right about the nest but Welt‘s occasional reassurance would make sure that he did not lose hope and continue. It was about 5am when Sunday looked at the nest with a smile.
The crew members having watched in awe when he layed himself down perfectly. Welt‘s jacket, Himeko‘s jacket, Caelus/Stelle‘s plushies, March7‘s blanket and Dan Heng‘s Speer for some reason. When they all signed and went to leave after a job done, Sunday started chirping again while holding onto them. „Stay…..please.“ his voice weak and tired. There wasn’t much they could do. They all arranged themselves on the bed( it was like a the thing Dan Heng’s has so they all fit on the damn floor). Sunday stayed close to Welt.
Who had until not been his emotional lifeline.
The would cuddle and this would go on for a few days. Sunday would be the last to get out of bed and the first to get back in. Finally getting the rest he deserved. They would sometimes go back to their own rooms. However each time one crew member would sleep with him.
It gave him comfort. The way they would hug him when he‘d awake scared and breathless from a nightmare or soothing him into sleep when he had too much on his mind again.
They were one of the best things that ever happened to him. And some day he would tell them everything. From his fears to his dreams.
This time the dishes can wait.
None of this is proof read lol. Anyways here have this treat. I will make this into a unrelated series probably. Like there will be more of these story‘s about Sunday on the express. What will be next? You decide!
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