I’ve never been in time for the requests being open! I’m so excited!
As a fellow Vexen/Even enthusiast, can we get the Basement Trio’s S/Os (fem) patching them up when they come back from a hard mission? They need softness!
Hello!! Oh I am so glad you did send this in. It was such a joy to work on. Thank you so much for your patience! I hope you enjoy!
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**Fem!Reader Patching Up the Basement Trio**
Zexion
-You were pacing around the White Room. Zexion was meant to be back from his mission over an hour ago and it wasn’t like him to be late. You were starting to worry. Then a Corridor sprouted in front of you and Zexion limped out. Bruises swelled his face, scuffs and burns riddled his coat; he collapsed into your arms before you could even ask what happened.
-You summoned a healing spell. It helped with the swelling and the bleeding, but he didn’t gain strength. He coughed, his voice hoarse: “There are some injuries even magic can’t heal…” His fingers ghosted your cheek, then he lost consciousness.
-Lexaeus saw the display and rushed over, helping you carry Zexion back to his room. Even after Lexaeus left, you didn’t follow. You chewed on your nails, standing at the foot of Zexion’s bed, watching him. Hundreds of questions and worries swirled through your head. They all centered around him. Whatever happened to him, it seemed it would be a long recovery.
-You remained at his side. Only leaving when Saix insisted you had to leave for missions. You took on Zexion’s work as well, without question. Then you’d come right back and sit at his bedside, waiting for him to wake up.
-The days were long. Longer than usual. The idea of life without Zexion poked at your empty chest. He was the only one able to make you feel something. Usually you found that to be a good thing, but now… If he faded away, the only thing you’d be able to feel would be dull longing. You already struggled to accept your existence as a hollow Nobody. His absence made it nearly unbearable.
-You were asleep when Zexion finally opened his eyes. Half of your body laid over him, his hand clasped in yours. He breathed in slowly, his voice raspy when he said your name. You woke up instantly, a breathless grin spreading across your face. Before he could get another word out, you kissed him.
-Recovery did take time. But you didn’t mind it. Zexion regained his strength and you remained at his side. You shared meals in his room, talking long into the night about anything and everything. Once Zexion regained enough strength, the days were spent in illusion. He weaved gorgeous environments, making both of you forget you were simply in his room.
Vexen
-It’s not often you see Vexen emotional about something. But the moment he walked through that portal you saw the terror in his eyes. His chest heaved, blood seeped into his coat, dripping from his gloves and to the lab’s floor that he usually kept so pristinely clean.
-You dropped what you were doing and rushed to him. Even saying his name, he didn’t realize you were there until your hands went to his cheeks, forcing his attention. His eyes darted around wildly, and he admitted in a trembling voice, “I don’t want to die…”
-You shook your head, promising him you wouldn’t let that happen. He was safe now. You tried to leave to grab a potion, but he grabbed your wrists, keeping you there. His hands were akin to ice, white and trembling. Whatever he saw, whatever happened, it shook him to his core. You coaxed him to lay back in a medical chair. You would have preferred it to be a bed, somewhere more private and comfortable, but the lab would have to do.
-You undid his coat, pulling the leather off until you found the gash. It sliced up his side, up across his chest, still feverish and bleeding a mixture of blood and thin black mist. You grabbed the equipment, pieces usually used on experiments, but you’d have to improvise. Vexen babbled, attempting to tell you what he saw. He slipped in and out of consciousness.
-A potion poured over the gash, threading the skin back together. It wasn’t enough. It would likely scar. But at least it stopped the bleeding. Vexen remained awake, enough to watch you through half lidded eyes. You continually checked on him, asking if he was still with you. Telling him he better not fall asleep.
-Once the potion soaked in completely, his words came more clearly. He asked for a report on his condition. Ever the scientist. You told him your report was that he needed to take better care of himself he replied he didn’t believe that would be satisfactory for Saix. It was his attempt at a joke and he dryly laughed, hissing at the responding pain.
-You wrapped a bandage around his waist, smiling to yourself at the way Vexen turned cold, flush filling his face. But soon you finished and you pulled back to see his face, your hands on the armrests on either side of him. “Don’t scare me like that again, deal?”
-”If it is any comfort, I don’t plan to,” he replied, running his hand along the bandage. He looked around the lab, spotting the splotches of his blood around the lab. “I-Is that mine? If it stays too long, it might compromise the—”
-You cut him off before he could go into a long winded explanation about how unsanitary it could be with a short, chaste kiss. You promised him you’d take care of it. He needed to rest and you weren’t going to take no for an answer.
-He huffed, but agreed on the condition that he would take a stack of reports with him to work through during his bedrest. You allowed it and waited until he disappeared in a Corridor before you got to work sanitizing the lab. The image of his wide terrified eyes lingered in your mind. You would do everything you could to make sure he never had to experience that again.
Lexaeus
-Lexaeus walked out of the Corridor without a word. You wouldn’t have even noticed him if you had not already been awaiting his return. A smile grew on your face, faltering when you saw the battered bruises all across his face. His gloves were missing, revealing scraped knuckles and thin cuts littered all over his skin.
-You breathed out his name, but he continued walking, his steps quick and heavy. He didn’t stop even as you followed, asking what happened. Reaching his room, he opened the door, smearing blood on its handle. He allowed you in behind him as he went to the edge of his bed and sat down, his entire body slumping.
-You closed the door behind you, leaning against it. Lexaeus couldn’t meet your gaze. He stared down at his cut up hands, clenching and unclenching his fingers. You said his name again, carefully approaching. He hummed, but didn’t say anything. Your fingers combed through his hair and his forehead rested against your stomach.
-You focused on a healing spell, closing your eyes and releasing the magic. It swirled around you, melding into Lexaeus. His shoulders relaxed and a long breath released. Minutes passed. You waited for your magic to replenish before trying another spell. Before long, you could hear his breathing regulating, though you were sure there were still wounds to be mended. Ones that would take time to heal. For now, this was enough.
-His hands wrapped around your back, his skin hot enough to seep through your coat. “...Thank you,” he murmured. Your fingers paused their ministrations, a soft smile curving your lips. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” you asked.
-It took him a while, but he did eventually. You listened, your fingers tightening ever so slightly in his hair when you realized what he had to endure. The thought of him fighting for his life struck you with a fear you didn’t realize you could fathom without a heart.
-You gently tugged back his head from your stomach so you could see his face. His eyes were so tired, yet soft. You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “I’m just glad you’re safe now…”
-He hummed and agreed, a rare smile curving his lips.
(Another silly lil fic for you guys since I found my niche with Shielded, I feel. However, this time with more fluff in the end and some Dad!Lexaeus because he, too, has my whole heart. Anywho, you guys know the drill, fic under the cut!)
(Word Count; 814)
Vexen's lab held a strict chore sheet.
Often, he would work alongside Zexion and Lexaeus to maintain the workspace that the Superior had gracefully gifted them, and maintain it he would. It was the one place Vexen felt he could really be himself, and as such, he enjoyed sharing it with the ones he cared for most.
Not that he would ever admit such a thing, no. He was a heartless shell, void of human emotions and feelings, nothing more and nothing less.
However, sometimes, he felt more than just his shell. And nothing brought that out more than spending time with the two he loved and cared for, and as such, the chore sheet reflected this. Really, it was his elaborate excuse to spend more time with Zexion and Lexaeus without having to directly ask the two to be with him when he was feeling particularly lonesome.
Zexion took to organizing his books most, which did not surprise Vexen in the slightest. He mused the idea that a deep part of Ienzo still lingered in the boy, as Ienzo had always loved to get lost in a good novel on warm, summer nights. Long ago, when he was still Even, he would find the boy curled up in the library with whatever book had caught his eye. Without fail, he would always commit it to memory so he could find other stories like it to gift him.
Whenever the shelves became messy, wether because they had become strewn from an intense reading session from Vexen, or because somebody (I.E. Demyx.) had come in and left them a mess, Vexen would call upon Zexion to come reorganize the shelves.
"Do you want them in a certain order?" Zexion would ask.
"Not really," Vexen always replied, "put them in any order you'd like. It's up to you."
He always liked seeing the way Zexion would study the shelf before picking out his new method of organization. From book title, to author first name, then author last name— Whichever struck Zexion at the moment, he couldn't mind, he was more than happy to let the boy do as he wished.
Alternatively, Lexaeus was usually in charge of sweeping and dusting. If Vexen could ever laugh less like a mad scientist, he would, as he found it a little bemusing to see his strong companion doing something so simple as dusting. Yet, it was so relaxing and mundane that he couldn't outright laugh at it. Despite the former guard being the strong, silent type, Vexen had to admit that he enjoyed his company.
One evening, as he was freeing a particularly tall shelf in the lab, Vexen glanced up from the textbook sat on his table. "I enjoy this."
"Meaning?" Lexaeus asked, not breaking his eyes away from the shelf.
Vexen could swear he was smiling. Did he even have it in him to do that anymore? "Meaning that I enjoy being with you, even just like this," he murmured in a slightly bemused tone. "Just some time ago, our hearts were stolen from our bodies, and yet, despite the toll it took, here we are. Being all domestic and such." He folded his hands and leaned on them as Lexaeus looked back at him. "And I like it."
And, at that, Lexaeus even chuckled slightly. It was soft and gruff, but it made that smile on Vexen's lips grow a little more. "I suppose I can't argue with that," he noted quietly. "I believe it helps Zexion as well. He cares about you deeply, you know."
Slowly, Vexen's eyes shut as he nodded. "I know. It's what he deserves after all that pain. I couldn't bare to put him through such trauma again. He's—" He hesitated, opening his eyes again and looking up at Lexaeus as he walked to his side. "He's the closest thing I've ever had to a child of my own. And I can't stand the idea of the sorrow he must be facing while growing up here. I don't want him to face it alone."
Placing a hand on Vexen's shoulder, Lexaeus gave him a small, reassuring grip. "He won't be. He has us. I think— I think we are what he needs most now."
All Vexen could muster was a tired nod as he leaned into Lexaeus' hold.
That simple, silly little chore chart was the normalcy his mind begged for, and he carried it through to the end. Through the creation of Xion, to even Castle Oblivion.
And even back home, at Radiant Garden, where they belonged. Even had quickly written one up and attached it to his whiteboard at his new work station, to which Ienzo and Aeleus couldn't help but smile and watch as he giddily explained the different roles he had assigned his companions.
Some things never changed, and they preferred to keep it that way.
“You need suitable ‘date’ clothes.” That is what Aeleus said. He is my closest companion and thus I entrusted myself to him. @apprenticeweek Day 5/ Fashion
