Pairing: Victor Stone x afab! reader (no pronouns used but reader menstruates)
Summary: when you don't show up to a Titans meeting, Victor comes to see you
Word Count: 830
Content/CW -> afab! reader (no pronouns used but reader menstruates), hurt/comfort, casual banters, ambiguous relationship, reader is a titan
— requested as part of my neglect week event
froggi yaps -> this ended up being eerily similar to my superboy prime fic so please ignore that lols...some more vic content for me and his 12 fans to enjoy <3
There are three things Victor notices when he shows up for regular scheduled training with the Titans.
One is that Wally West is late. Again. For the fastest man alive, he sure takes his sweet time getting everywhere.
The second thing he notices is that Donna Troy and Garth have started sparring without everyone, Donna already having the Atlantean pinned to the mat beneath one of her muscled forearms. Roy Harper watches from the sidelines with wide eyes that say something like, I hope I’m not next.
The third thing, and most important to him, is the distinct lack of you. You’re not standing in the corner smiling at Donna’s antics, not sitting on the ground and tying your shoes, thinking of something witty to say when Wally does finally arrive.
On a good day, Victor feels your presence like sunlight. Like warmth on his skin, joy in his heart, something steady and constant. Today, he feels your absence like a thunderstorm. Heavy and loud and pouring over him until he’s soaked in it.
He sidles up to Dick. “Hey, we’re missing someone.”
The former Robin is typing something on his phone—held way too close to his face for someone as young as he is—his thumbs moving a mile a minute.
“Yeah, Wally’s running late today.” He doesn’t even look up from his screen.
“Not the someone I had in mind,” Vic chuckles, and Dick finally looks up.
His brows pull together as he examines the room, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape when he notices your absence. “Yeah, I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one.”
“Why not?”
Dick cringes like he’s said something he’s not supposed to say, “shark week, apparently.”
Realization dawns on Victor, his mind going back to yesterday. You had seemed off. Lower energy, a little snappier than usual, and you’d looked like you were in pain after the mission and not just from the usual bruising you obtained.
Excusing himself for a minute, Victor tries your cell, only for it to go to voicemail. His heart sinks. You never ignore his calls.
He glances back at the practice room, at his comrades sparring each other, before looking down at your contact photo. Fuck it, he thinks. They’ll live one day without him.
Victor finds you in bed, curled up in a ball under a nest of blankets. You’re wide awake, watching some tv drama he’s never seen before, an arm around your waist like it’ll magically stop your stomach from aching.
“Hey, zombie, we missed you at practice today.”
You blink, not having realized he’d come in. He must’ve used the spare key you’d given him, trusting him the most out of everyone you worked with to have one. Wally had frowned when you said that but everyone else found it reasonable.
You rub at your face, suddenly feeling self conscious about how you’ve been bedrotting all day. “Zombie?”
“Since you’re the living dead.”
“So dramatic.” You suppress an eyeroll at his stupid joke. “I’m not dead, just bleeding out.”
“Uh huh, I’m the dramatic one.”
You laugh a little at that, your cramps doubling in strength. You hunch over, pressing your stomach to your thighs. You wince, the pain doing anything but subsiding.
“Seriously, are you okay? You never miss an opportunity to beat up Wally and Roy.”
“Never better,” you groan.
He steps further into your room, settling down at the edge of your bed. The weight of him in your bed is a familiar comfort, something you’ve felt dozens of times on better nights between movies and video games.
“Can I get you anything?”
You think for a moment. “Any chance you have a heating pad on hand?”
“No but,” he flashes you an awkward smile, “I might have something better.”
“Better?”
“You trust me, right?”
“Nothing good has ever come from you saying that, Vic.”
He cocks his head to the side, “I know, I know.”
“But,” you sigh, “I’m willing to try anything.”
He hums, crawling up your mattress until he’s laying in the bed next to you. Tentatively, he wraps an arm around your waist, pressing a hand over the spot where you ache the worst.
You relax into him, your back pressed to his chest. “Not that I mind but—is this just an excuse to cuddle?”
He rests his head over yours. “Wait for it.”
And then suddenly his hand is heating up, soothing away the cold ache that’s sat between your hips all day. A moan slips through your lips, your body finally unfurling from the awkward uncomfortable position you’ve been in all day.
Slowly, the rest of his body follows suit, forming a warm cocoon around you. You lay your head back against his shoulder, the warm metal like the sun on your back.
He chuckles, sending vibrations down your spine. “That feel better?”
“So much better,” you sigh, resting your hand over his and pressing it harder into your stomach. “You’re the best.”
“Anytime, cutiepie.”
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I was looking up facts about Cormorants to find a title for this and found out about the liver bird a mythological creature from liverpool that is literally just a cormorant which I find kinda funny
