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[fruitfulcreations]

Sit and Stay With Me (Genji Shimada x Reader)

Summary: The reader needs a break from chaos and goes to their favorite spot to watch the sea. Little do they know, Genji is watching them.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,224

A/N: Also posted on Ao3!

You felt the floor beneath you shaking, sending you skyrocketing off your bed. Of course it was just another explosion; you really should be used to them, but Junkrat and firecrackers should never be in the same sentence.

You grabbed for your noise-canceling headphones and shoved them onto your head, trying to do a few breathing exercises to calm down your racing heart.

After a few minutes of silence, you exhaled a ‘soft’ finally, only to hear another earth shattering boom, this one closer than the last.

“Are you fucking—” You tried to calm down, breathing sharply from your nose as you heard Junkrat cackling down the hallway. Rolling your eyes, you left your room promptly and made a beeline for the bay doors.

The bright sunlight down upon your skin, the warmth hitting you as soon as you wandered past the doors. Once you clambered up the set of stairs leading to the cliffside, you let your body relax.

That’s how you found yourself in your happy place: the cliff overlooking the sea in Gibraltar. It may sound cliche, but you could get lost staring at the sea; the salty yet pleasing smell and wonderful breeze would always ebb your worries away.

Gibraltar’s sea was possibly the most beautiful you’d ever seen. It was a lovely, dusky shade of blue, the sunlight reflecting gorgeously off it. If only you could stay here forever… you could get used to that.

Your muscles relaxed as you hugged your knees to your chest, a soft exhale escaping your lips. The booms were now a distant memory, your thoughts slowing as you lost yourself in the sea’s aroma.The silence was welcoming after the stress of earlier. Your eyes felt heavy, struggling to keep them open.

“I thought I’d find you here,” a deep voice rumbled behind you, jolting you awake. “Did I scare you?” Although Genji’s voice was placid, you swore you heard him holding back a laugh.

Your cheeks burnt fiercely and you tried to shake the blush growing away. “How many times do I have to tell you?! Don’t sneak up on me,” you playfully chastised the ninja.

This wasn’t the first time he’d snuck up on you when you weren’t paying attention; he thought it was hilarious how jumpy you were, while you had other thoughts. Eventually, you two would bully each other about it.

“I’m sorry.” Despite his apology, his tone was anything but apologetic. “Shall I leave and try again?”

Snorting, you failed to not roll your eyes. “Sure,” you said, your eyes glancing up at him. “Or… you can shut up and come sit with me.” You’d already moved over to make a spot for Genji, shifting until you were comfortable.

Genji sat silently beside you, watching the sea. He didn’t understand why you found it so beautiful, but then again there was so much to you that he still didn’t understand. He was learning it, though, bit by bit.

“It sure is beautiful, huh?” You mumbled, a dopey and serene smile playing on your lips.

The corner of Genji’s lip flicked up and leaned into you, his cool body pressing against your arm. “Yes, it is… there are many beautiful things in the world, Koibito*.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname, but you tried to ignore the way it fluttered. He’d been calling you that for a few weeks now and you still had no idea what it meant. Any time he used it around his brother, Hanzo would simply roll his eyes.

You lightly punched his arm. “Of course you’d say that. You’ve been all over the word.” Smiling, you leaned closer against Genji. “I’ve seen some of them too, you know.”

A loud laugh exploded from Genji. His cybernetic hand brushed over yours, brushing your digits. “You’re right, I have been all over the world.”

Your heart leapt into your chest again, your attempts to stop your blush from returning amounting to nothing. The only thing you could do was stare at Genji, slack jaw and red, his cool helmet doing nothing to ease the burn.

“But none of them compare to you,” his deep voice, soft, if only for you, sent vibrations against your skin.

All you wanted to do was kiss him silly. The thought made you dizzy, hitting you like a freight train. But you couldn’t deny his sweet words touched you deeply. Your body had a mind of its own, your head leaning against his, your body close, the other hand reaching up to touch his helmet. His touches mirrored your own, his long fingers starting from your cheek and stroking down your jawline and collarbone.

His touch felt like fire, starting deep in your belly. You couldn’t help but crave it again. And again. And again. You’d waited too long for this moment and you never wanted it to end. You’d never assumed he’d go for you; you’d heard the stories that he was a player and a ladies man.

In reality, you didn’t care what he considered you. Life was far too short to worry about things like that, you’d learned it the hard way. Your hands came up, clasping shakily against his helmet in a pitiful attempt to remove it.

Genji once again chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. His cold hands reached up and covered yours as he helped you remove his helmet. Once hidden golden eyes glanced up at you, darkening as they took you in. His perfectly sculpted lips tilted in a smirk.

“Like what you see?” He asked, his tongue gliding against his lower lip. He leaned in closer to you, his body shifting until it was nearly flush with yours, the touch almost like an embrace.

Your body felt hot as your mouth went dry, unable to speak.Any other day, you could go back and forth with Genji, sassing each other. But seeing him like this? You could only nod and bite your lip.

Your hand cupped his scarred cheeks, fingers tracing against the scar that adorned his face. Swallowing, you voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.” Genji leaned in, capturing your lips in a heated kiss and closing the space between you both.

Your arms wrapped around Genji’s frame, feeling his rough and calloused lips press against your own. Your teeth clashed against his, the heat of the kisses leaving you a weak and dizzying mess.

“We could do this here…” He finally broke away to let you breathe. Genji’s eyes shimmered with untold desires, taking in everything. “Or we can go back to mine.”

“Yours,” you all but barked out, already in the process of jumping to your feet. You heard Genji chuckle underneath you. "Shut up," you warned him, unable to hide the blush moving down your body. God you needed him -- no. You wanted him.

Genji picked his helmet up and clicked it back into pace. You tried to hide your disappointment, but he caught it and smirked your way.

“I need my hands free,” he said. Within seconds, he’d picked you up bridal style and made a dash for his room. He wouldn’t tell you, but he lavished the way you clung to him.

There were numerous noise complaints that night. 'Payback', you'd tell them.

[nsflu]

Landslide

Figured I’d post some more Downfall boys, so have the first NSFW Legend/Hyrule I ever wrote. Get ready for minor injury, first kisses, confessions, and trans Hyrule smut.

Word Count: 2,382

Summary: Legend saves Hyrule from being hit by a landslide and both are trapped in a cave, finally finding privacy to confess how they feel.

Hyrule should have seen it coming. In all honesty, he had no defense--he knew it wasn’t safe to zone out, especially when traversing a narrow path surrounded by cliffs in a storm. Wild’s land was unforgiving, and as the champion led the group and Hyrule lagged behind, it was only a matter of time before the universe recognized his inattention and striked.

He hadn’t even heard the shift of rocks to his side, or the rumble through the slick ground.

“Hyrule!” Legend’s voice rang out, snapping him out of his head just in time for the first boulder to crash beside him.

Sure enough, a landslide was rushing off the slope overhead, rushing straight towards Hyrule with deadly speed. There wasn’t time to escape, his gear would do nothing to protect him, and in a split second Hyrule realized this could spell his demise.

Something slammed into him from behind and Hyrule tumbled forward with a shout. He hit the ground hard, forehead knocking into stone. His vision went dark as his head swam, and Hyrule groaned as the rumbling petered off into nothingness. He couldn’t see, but after a minute of gathering his senses he realized he was unscathed. As the fog in his head cleared he felt breath on his neck, wetness on his forehead, and pain flared to life as light suddenly flooded the small space he found himself in. He hissed, shifting slightly to bring a hand to his forehead, but a shout and a strong grip prevented him.

“Wait, don’t touch it, let me see…” Legend’s voice was sharp with worry and Hyrule folded easily under the pull of his grip.

Hyrule rolled onto his back, eyes screwed shut against the lantern light to their sides. Legend knelt over him, and Hyrule realized Legend had been the one to push him into the cave. He hadn’t even seen the tunnel in the side of the cliff face, but he had been in his own head, and Legend was observant enough for both of them. Gentle hands prodded at the knot of pain on his forehead, Hyrule whimpering as the pain became sharp and Legend hissed in sympathy. He cracked his eyes open, blurry vision taking in Legend’s bright blue eyes, blonde and pink hair, the way he bit his lip in concentration so close to Hyrule’s own face. There was soft breath on his forehead and gentle hands, the one around his wrist still circling but grip more comforting than restrictive, and despite himself Hyrule felt heat rush to his cheeks.

“It doesn’t look too bad, nothing a red potion can’t fix.” Legend sighed, relief clear in his tone as he pulled back. With Legend’s warmth gone Hyrule relaxed, heart hammering oddly in his chest as he slowly sat himself up. His head swam slightly, he definitely had a concussion--and yes, that must be why his eyes trailed unrestrained over Legend’s back and neck as the veteran hero turned to root through his bag. The pain was already fading to the background as blood ceased pounding in his ears and instead pooled hotly in his stomach. He couldn’t hear anything beyond the echoes of Legend’s grumbling in the small cave, all outside sounds gone under the thick landslide blocking their exit. The path twisted into darkness behind them and as the dust settled Hyrule found he could breathe easy. There was an exit somewhere, they weren’t fully trapped at least.

But here, with only Legend, Hyrule felt the air growing warmer and his heart hammering harder.

It was easy to ignore with the others, but as Legend crouched beside him once more in this small space, his knees bumping into Hyrule’s thigh as he handed over an uncorked potion, Hyrule could no longer ignore it. Their fingers brushed when the bottle was handed off and Hyrule bit the inside of his cheek to muffle the squeak as electricity rushed through his arm at the contact. He downed the potion quickly to hide his nervousness, the pain in his skull completely fading as the cut on his forehead sealed. His head was clearer, vision sharp, and Hyrule was suddenly much more aware of just how warm he felt and just how close Legend was.

“You okay there?” Legend huffed out a laugh, slightly nervous, and Hyrule’s eyes trained on the thin pink lips just a foot from his own. His voice caught in his throat and his heart hammered in his ears once more, Legend frowning slightly as he leaned in further. Calloused fingers brushed over his forehead once more, feeling the newly healed skin, and Hyrule knew his ears were burning as he was given a view of Legend’s pale neck. “Do you have a concussion? The wound looks to be healed.”

A concussion. No, Hyrule knew with clarity he no longer had one, but in this moment he felt out of his mind.

“Legend,” Hyrule whispered, and as the veteran pulled back he felt his pulse in his throat.

“What is it?” Legend murmured, and the last of Hyrule’s resolve crumbled.

“Kiss me.”

Pink lips parted in surprise, blue eyes widened, lantern light illuminating Legend in an ethereal glow. “”Rule, what--”

Hyrule fisted his hands in the front of Legend’s tunic, nervous but knowing this would be his only chance. He pulled Legend down until their foreheads pressed together, a gasp of surprise leaving the vet as amber eyes met blue. “Kiss. Me.”

There was hesitation, searching in the gaze locked with his, but pink dusted Legend’s cheeks and his hands came down to rest on Hyrule’s hips. The moment stretched on as indecision gathered, Hyrule losing his boldness by the second, until soft warmth pressed tentatively against his lips. It was gentle but electric, and Hyrule melted against the contact as all tension fled his body. He tilted his head and Legend moved in tandem, still stiff and unsure, but Hyrule felt as light as air. Then Legend lightly nipped his bottom lip and Hyrule squeaked as heat shot through him.

Legend pulled away abruptly, panting, and Hyrule felt disappointment well up in his chest despite the fierce blush on the veteran’s cheeks. Those hands on his hips were so gentle, the distance between them seemed to stretch for miles, and Hyrule’s hands loosened free from Legend’s tunic as shame and regret overcame him.

“I’m sorry…” Hyrule whispered, letting his eyes fall to where his hands pooled in his lap.

“‘Rule, it’s okay, I--”

“No, it’s not okay.” Hyrule felt tears gathering in his eyes even as Legend’s hands on him tightened. “I forced you into this. You’ve never looked at me the way I look at you and I knew that, I knew you didn’t feel the same and yet--”

Hands tightened further around his waist and suddenly lips were being pressed to his forehead, cutting his words off at the source. Hyrule stiffened in surprise, but as a hand tilted his chin back up and his eyes met stormy blue once more he saw the determination burning there and became captive to their power.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t feel the same.” Legend’s voice was almost a growl, and Hyrule felt a shiver run hotly down his spine.

Legend’s lips found his again, hot and insistent, and Hyrule hummed happily. Everything fell into place just as it had in his private dreams and fantasies, Legend’s grip firm, his lips bruising, but each movement for him. There was a pulsing heat at his core and Hyrule melted as Legend guided him to the ground, the veteran’s legs straddling his hips as the kiss continued with renewed vigor. Hyrule felt breathless and dizzy but his nerves were pleasantly on fire as Legend’s hands dipped beneath his tunic to rest hotly against his stomach and waist. Legend pulled back to catch his breath and his time Hyrule saw the hunger and love in his eyes, sparkling in the lantern light like moonlight on the ocean. Hyrule barely had time to drink it in before Legend’s lips were on his neck, leaving hot kisses on the sensitive skin of his throat.

Hyrule keened and Legend’s chuckle vibrated against his skin as he nipped and sucked, unravelling Hyrule’s composure with each kiss. Legend’s hands roamed upwards, nails scraping lightly against his skin and sending pleasurable shivers through him. There was a tight coil winding up in him, heat pooling in his stomach and chest, and when Legend shifted his weight Hyrule nearly bucked up to follow. Legend paused, sitting up enough to meet Hyrule’s eyes, his gaze hesitant. Hyrule moved his hands to rest on Legend’s hips and rubbed circles there, comforting, a dazed smile on his lips as Legend’s blush intensified.

“Are you sure about this?” Legend’s voice was husky, and Hyrule had to reign himself in to respond with words rather than actions.

“Yes,” Hyrule breathed shakily, each moment without contact leaving him teetering on the brink. “I want this. I want you, Legend.”

Legend stiffened at that, eyes wide before his expression melted into something fond and warm. With gazes locked, Legend rolled his hips down against Hyrule’s, and the brunette gasped as sparks ignited between his legs. Legend smirked, sliding a hand down until he cupped the coiled heat between Hyrule’s legs, making him bite his lip to hold back a moan. There was a hum over him, and Legend’s hands hesitated over the ties of his pants.

“This is okay, right?” Legend asked once more and Hyrule didn’t resist this time, rolling his hips up into Legend’s hands insistently.

“Yes, I’m sure, just touch me already.” Hyrule breathed, and Legend’s hands set to work.

Cool air touched his thighs but Legend’s hand on him returned the heat instantly. Calloused fingers rubbed slowly over his clit, circling in a teasing speed that had Hyrule’s back arching in pleasure. Legend hummed in approval before one narrow digit slipped inside him, curling until Hyrule saw stars behind his eyes, each practiced movement winding his coil tighter and tighter. Another finger slipped inside and the stretch was hot and wonderful, Hyrule shivering and panting as Legend’s fingers brought him closer to the edge. Suddenly it was so much better than he ever could have imagined, lightning coursing through his veins and fire in his soul, and with a cry Hyrule felt himself tip over the edge as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Legend stilled but didn’t pull away, and as Hyrule breathed heavily with heat still intense within him the blue eyes over him sparkled. It was only a minute before Hyrule was pulling him down into a kiss once more, inhibitions gone and muscles lax as Legend’s fingers curled again.

“More,” Hyrule breathed against Legend’s lips, his hands in blonde locks and tugging small moans out of the vet.

Hyrule didn’t have to ask twice. Legend shifted over him, fingers pulling out for just a moment before insistent heat pressed into him. The stretch was almost too much to be pleasurable--almost. Hyrule arced his back as Legend breathed against his neck until their hips slotted together, pulsing heat filling him perfectly. He nearly tipped over the edge then and there, Legend whispering curses against him as his hands held tightly onto smaller hips. One hand trailed down again, thumbing over his clit, and as Legend began to pull back out Hyrule really did crash over the edge once more. He didn’t float for nearly as long this time, Legend’s thrusts grounding him back in reality with the steady build of heat once more between them.

“Legend,” Hyrule gasped as a sharp thrust sent shivers down his spine.

“‘Rule, I…” Legend sighed against him, a moan escaping him as Hyrule ground his hips back. “Goddesses, you’re amazing.”

Hyrule felt his heart race faster, blush intensifying as Legend’s words reverberated in his skull. He turned, pressing kisses to Legend’s neck as gasps filled his ear. When he bit down experimentally Hyrule was met with a thrust that struck somewhere molten within him, heat surging from head to toe and forcing a cry from his throat. Hyrule only continued his exploration, hands roaming over Legend’s muscled back and dipping under his tunic to feel caress skin. With each nip against his skin Legend trembled more, thrusts coming quicker, sloppier, pleas falling quietly from parted lips. Hyrule felt pride well up inside him as he bit down on Legend’s collar bone, earning him a broken moan and nails biting against his hip.

“‘Rule, I’m gonna-- I--” Legend gasped, and Hyrule drank in every sound, every jolt of pleasure. He pulled back and stared into half lidded blue eyes filled with love, and Hyrule clamped his thighs down and rolled his hips back with a smirk.

The next moment Legend tensed, and his final stuttered motions were enough to uncoil Hyrule’s building heat once more, both of them falling into white-hot bliss at the same time. All of Hyrule’s strength fled him with his thoughts, the sensations overwhelming all else until he could only see white and only feel heat shivering over his skin. Legend collapsed onto his chest, face buried in his neck and hands holding his waist with gentle comfort. As Hyrule came back into himself he couldn’t help the tired smile that graced his lips, his hands coming up to play with Legend’s soft hair. The heat faded, giving way to a dull ache of exhaustion, but the pleasant buzz on his skin was enough to chase away the pain. He felt as if he could stay like this forever, pressed chest to chest and held in a loving embrace, but even Hyrule’s dazed mind knew this secret moment would have to come to an end.

“I love you,” the words were whispered so softly Hyrule almost thought he’d misheard, but as deep blue eyes pulled back to meet his once more, soft and fond and loving, Hyrule knew it wasn’t a trick of his hearing.

“I love you, too.” Hyrule nearly giggled as joy filled him with bursting energy.

It was so much better than any dream, any fantasy, and Hyrule felt free as Legend placed a kiss against his forehead, a mark of his love and what they now shared.

[flusterd-screaming]

for the love of fuck, if you post any nsfw don't touch this post.

y'know those perfect mornings

no work, no school. you get to wake up naturally for once. and the bed is so nice and warm.

mornings like this really make me want cute morning tickles.

snuggling into someone and trying not to squirm too much. burying your face in a pillow.

gosh I'm very soft right now ;0;

[dear-yancy]

Dear Yancy,

I’m about to quit my job at the diner. It’s getting hard dealing with Andy and the new guy fighting all the time. Andy was hard enough to deal with on his own, but now I’m picking up the slack for two people. 

Warden called me and told me you’ve been doing well, he said he might be able to work something out for Christmas! If your comfortable with it that is. I don’t want to force you into anything. We won’t go anywhere if you don’t want to, we can stay at the apartment and binge on candy canes and Christmas movies. 

Honestly it’ll just be nice to see you again. And without a guard staring over your shoulder. I know the cat is gonna love you. She curls up next to the letters you sent on my desk, she won’ t even let El touch them, and she loves El. 

I’m not gonna lie, I really need a hug from you. I’ve been struggling these past few days with everything. Nothing money wise, just stress I guess. But hey, I’m still standing, right? If it weren’t for you I probably wouldn’t be though. 

Sorry, I shouldn’t say that. 

Tell BamBam thank you for the design they sent me. I hope they get out and can go work as a tattoo artist. I’m gonna go get it done tomorrow. Tell Hank thanks for the Wine, it was delightful. Gah, I miss you guys so much.

I was thinking, if you don’t get out or don’t want to get out for Christmas, I can get some help from El and Daren and we can make dinner for everyone there. Even warden.

Anything to spend a little more time with you. 

I’d better get to sleep, and you should too! Love you.

Damien

[here-there-be-nerds]

i loved call a friend but i cant help but think that lup was like... away on a trip or something? and she comes back and taakos like “yo i got married!” and shes like shit! okay cool!! and then angus is like hello maam and shes like sHiT! oKaY cOoL?!??!??

Laaaawl!

Okay, so I couldn’t possibly think Taako would allow her to miss his wedding?? But somehow she just doesn’t seem to notice Angus, thinks he’s a kid of a guest or whatever, someone on Kravitz’s side, she’s too busy knocking em back with Taako cause her baby bro got married? Adult as fuck!

But it’s like way after the wedding and Lup comes over to hang with Taako and that kid from the wedding is here?? Like just coloring in the living room? They baby sitting or some shit?

Taako looks Lup straight in the eye, saying completely serious: “I won him at the silent auction.”

She swears it’s finally the day she has to call the cops on her own twin.

[fruitfulcreations]

You're Beautiful, You're Lovely (Lúcio x Chubby!Reader)

Summary: The reader has been dealing with self-doubts, especially regarding their weight. One day, while training alone, they accidentally hurt themselves. But never fear! Lúcio is just around the corner. Literally.

Word Count: 2239

A/N: Rewriting some of my old x reader fics. Requests are open!

Melodia = Portugese word for melody (If this is incorrect, let me know! Unfortunately I have to use Google Translate to translate any other languages so it's not always 100% correct.)

There were a lot of things you didn’t like in the world: violence, war, when people were rude to staff, to name a few. Another thing you couldn’t stand was your body.

In reality, you weren’t bad-looking by any standards, but you jiggled too much for your liking. And although no one on your team had ever made a comment about your weight, you feared they thought it.

As you stood in your room, shirt clutched to your chest as you admired your reflection, you couldn’t help the forlorn sigh that escaped. Would you ever get his attention?

Him, being the object of your affections since the day you met him. Lúcio had made you feel less nervous about suddenly being thrown into the organization. His personality was always a beacon of positivity, never seeming to let a situation dampen his spirits.

You two had become quick friends in no time. Eventually, however, you started to realize you wanted to be more than that.

“Who am I kidding?” You mumbled to yourself, shifting your body at different angles. As much as your dreams were plagued with sweet images of him holding you, calling you his, or even waking up next to him, that’s all it was. Hopeless dreaming. There was no way someone as amazing as Lúcio would look twice your way.

You sighed, half from low spirits, the other half from the early hours of the morning; it’d be some time before another soul was awake. It was more peaceful around the base in the morning like this; there was less shouting and people around.

You grabbed your carefully packed bag, making your day down to the training grounds. It wasn’t much, just a few weights scattered around a fenced-in plot of land, but it was something you all made do with.

Putting Lúcio off your mind was a lot harder than you’d thought it’d be.

Just when you would get into the zone, your mind would somehow ease back into the way his eyes would crinkle when he laughed or how he was always teasing D.Va; the two of them were close, closer than you were, and although you were never jealous of their friendship, you wished you looked an ounce as beautiful as she did or had her skill in video games—you always kind of sucked at them.

Maybe it was because of the handsome and friendly Brazilian man that you didn’t hear the fence creak as someone entered the training grounds—or because you didn’t pay much attention when you were in the zone—but you didn’t register the warm hand until it was too late.

You jumped high into the air, your hand letting go of the weapon you’d been training with. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, the weapon landed on your foot, causing you to yelp out in surprise and pain.

The pain hurt worse than getting struck with one of Junkrat’s bombs, effectively waking you up more than any coffee could. You hobbled backwards, yelping again when a pair of strong arms caught you.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Melodia*,” the voice tickled right by your ear, sounding urgent, “Don’t move.”

Of course it had to be Lúcio. Why wouldn’t it be anyone else? Your words died on your tongue. You could only gawk as you felt the man’s strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“Sorry,” the Brazilian man quickly apologized, as rushed as the movements of his hand. “I didn’t mean to curse—or to scare you. Are you alright? That looked like it hurt,” he said, already bending over to check your foot. His warm brown eyes met yours. “Can you move it? I didn’t expect to see anyone out here so early… I didn’t even bring my equipment,” he said. You finally noticed he was missing some of his equipment, mainly his sonic amplifier.

“Yeah.” You knew you were lying to yourself; even the smallest movement of your foot sent an uncomfortable jolt up your spine. Still, you gritted your teeth and tried to ignore the nagging and hissing voice in your ear.

He’s going to make fun of you, you know.

It was a thought, simple as that. It didn’t actually exist; it was only your mind and deepest insecurities attacking you. You shook away the invading thought, giving Lúcio a weak smile. “No,” you admitted. Your breath hitched as Lúcio’s hand brushed over your own. You pulled back your hand as though you may taint him. “You should go grab it!”

Lúcio smiled at you, shaking his head. “Afraid I can’t do that,” he said. Everything about him was so sincere—the way he leaned into you, not in a way that invaded your space, but as if he was letting you know he was there. You cherished the small touches like this. It was perfect. Well, at least it would be, if your foot wasn’t throbbing with pain. “Can’t leave my friend all alone. Can I, Melodia?”

Just like that, the perfect moment vanished. It was moments just like this that made you realize why you’d been falling for him. It wasn’t a mutual feeling—he thought of you as only a friend.

“You can go get it,” you mumbled, trying to shift out his arms as best as your injury would let you. You moved your arms back against your just, trying to seem natural and like his words hadn’t deeply affected you.

Was it because of how you looked? Is that why you didn’t stand a chance with him? Or maybe he and D.Va were more than just friends? There were no ill feelings towards either of them, just the nagging sensation of your heart breaking.

“Nope!” Lúcio cheerfully said, already looking for something to help with your foot. “It doesn’t look like it’s broken, but we’ll have Mercy get another look at it, okay?” He asked, propping your foot on his knee to check over on it. He wasn’t a doctor like Mercy was, but he liked helping you out, even if you sometimes disagreed you needed it.

“I’m okay,” you said, a little too forcefully for your liking. Lúcio’s face made you feel even worse than the pain had. “I’m okay, really,” you said, your tone softer than before. “It’s just a little bump, after all.” “Okay,” the man said, not once letting go of your foot. He continued to look over it, trying his best not to cause you more discomfort.

“Okay,” you replied, starting to feel a little self-conscious from the way he held you.

Neither of you spoke as he continued to look over your foot, and he never looked back up at you. Your teeth shifted over your lip anxiously. Should you say something? Did he hate you now?

“Hey,” his voice was low, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had fallen over you both. Your heart leapt in your chest, wondering if he was going to yell at you. “Why were you training this early, anyway?”

Well, at least he wasn’t going to yell at you. But your heart still fluttered in your chest, wondering what kind of excuse you could muster for training so hard.

“I wanted to get better,” you replied quickly. You shifted away from his touch, unable to look at him after the blatant half-truth you’d just told.

“What?” He sat up slightly. “Why?” His big, brown eyes, full of concern and confusion, met yours. “You’re already so amazing at what you do! I think you’re amazing at what you do!”

If it wasn’t for earlier, you’d blush again. How did his simple praise have such an effect on you? You played with your lip between your teeth. There wasn’t an easy way to tell Lúcio the truth—you weren’t happy with yourself; you were on the chubbier side, but it seemed no matter what kind of exercise you did, you couldn’t shed those pounds.

You didn’t want to get better for Lúcio; you wanted to gain some confidence in your abilities and yourself; you wanted to feel better about yourself. That’s all.

“Melodia?” He set down your leg as gingerly as possible, shifting so he could look at your face. “Look at me…” He said. It wasn’t an order, as much as it was a request. Your eyes slowly met his, only to look away again. “You can tell me anything, you know.” His hand slotted to your shoulder. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Even if you wanted to, it was so hard lying to the man. “I wanted to better myself,” you said, your voice barely over a whisper. “I’m too…” You were mortified to continue and instead motioned over yourself.

The man followed your hand, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand where you were coming from. “You’re kidding, right?” He cringed when he saw you flinch. “That was… that was not what I was trying to say,” he followed up, a nervous tiddle. “Look at you, Melodia!”

You raised your eyebrow, slightly surprised at the certain gusto Lúcio’s words had. It was like a fire had been lit under him.

Lúcio moved his hands in front of him, as if miming a curvy body. “You’re drop-dead gorgeous! I mean, anyone would be happy to have your body!” As soon as the words left his mouth, the Brazilian man’s face looked flustered. “I mean—anyone would love to have a body like yours!” His voice lowered as his eyes rose, looking abashed. “You’re beautiful.”

Your hands rested on your thighs, your fingers tightening around the fabric. “I don’t feel it,” you admitted. It felt silly, admitting such a little thing. To you, trying to feel enough was the hardest thing you’d ever do.

You hoped—you really did—that Lúcio actually did find you beautiful. It was the hope that made you smile. But as much as you hoped Lúcio found you beautiful, the demons telling you you were too much—too overweight, too unloveable, too you—was too much.

Lúcio’s eyes softened, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He moved closer, hand ghosting on your arm when you went to pull away from him. “Can I?” His brown eyes, filled with an emotion that made your heart sore, met yours.

Your mouth felt incredibly dry at his proximity, but you nodded, your heart skipping a beat as his hand cupped your chin and brought you closer to him.

“You’re beautiful, Melodia.” His fingers brushed the apples of your cheeks, sending a shiver up your spine. “Every inch of you is completely lovely,” he whispered, a warm breath fanning your face. You found yourself leaning into his touch, comforted by the feeling of him. “That’s why I love youuuuuu—” He trailed off, his voice an almost perfect imitation of the sirens when the payload closed in.

“What was that?” Your head slowly lifted, unsure if what you thought you heard was just hopeful thinking.

There was no way he actually meant what you thought he said, yeah? Maybe the pain was making you delirious.

He slowly pushed himself away in an embarrassed stupor. It was quite unlike the man; normally the roles were reversed. Lúcio seemed to be chasing after his own words.

Lúcio stuttered as he paced around, his arms moving in all directions. “I…” He wore a nervous grin, almost unbecoming of the healer. “I like you? Like…. A lot!” His shoulders didn’t stop moving as he juggled air, giving you a lovestruck smile. “I like you a lot.”

Maybe it was the rudeness of the confession or from the pain having disappeared, but you started laughing. You couldn’t help the peals of laughter that shook your chest, making you lean your head down against your legs. Each laugh felt like bliss. He liked you. He actually LIKED you!

“Uh…” Lúcio waved a hand in front of your face. “Earth to Melodia. You okay there? Did I break you?” He half-joked, his hand resting on his hip.

Wiping a stray tear from your eye, your laughter subsided. “I never knew you felt that way,” you confessed. You couldn’t help it. You were literally glowing with joy. “I never thought in a million years you’d feel the same way that I did.” It was Lúcio’s turn to laugh, his shoulders bouncing with each boisterous chuckle. “What are you talking about? I’ve been trying to flirt with you, Melodia!” He moved his hands. “Come on, all the long, stolen looks, talking to you… the music?”

Within seconds, the both of you were on the ground. He looked over at you, you looked over at him, and you burst out into another peal of laughter.

“Wait, are you serious? You were flirting?” You laughed between words, unable to believe the absurdity of the situation. This whole time, Lúcio had feelings for you? “Of course! I thought you were the most amazing person.” He rested on his elbow, warm brown eyes glancing over you. The corner of his lips quirked as he pushed your hair from your face. “I still do,” he whispered, his hand moving from your face to your shoulder until his arm was wrapped around you. “Really?” You whispered.

“Really,” he breathlessly responded, his lips centimeters from your own. “Come on, let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” The Brazilian man helped you up from the floor, letting him use him as a post as you both wandered through Overwatch’s doors, giggling like a couple of lovestruck idiots.

[fruitfulcreations]

Title: Vicious Flames Destroy, But Love Wins

A/N: Written for @magicspyglass, featuring their characters Erikson, Claudius, Chloe, and Henry!

Summary: Erikson just wanted to surprise his lovers with a homemade breakfast, but an unfortunate oil fire brings back bad memories. Thankfully, his lovers understand!

Erikson thought he was well past his trauma. Then again, no one was really over trauma, were they?

It had all started out as a perfectly normal morning: Erikson had awoken early and took a shower while his lovers were still pleasantly snoozing, then made himself a cup of coffee. As he waited for the coffee to cool, the valued food distributor began to work on breakfast for his lovers and himself. Erikson took great pride in being able to take care of the gaggle of lovers he had met, never one to shy away from making something they all would enjoy.

The act of cooking felt second hand to Erikson, the motions monotonous. As time ticked up, Erikson’s mind began to wander to what needed to be done today. They could all go on a date together, it’d been a while since they—

In just a flash, oil spat back at Erikson. He shielded his face, hissing when the hot oil made contact with his skin. Another flicker of oil veered off course, landing on the black-top stove with a sizzle. In the pan, the bacon he’d been working so hard to make sizzled and bubbled, a flicker of gray smoke billowing from the crispy bacon and filling the air.

The smoke alarm was the next to go off, it’s wail only adding to the pandemonium. Every nerve in Erikson’s body seemed to tighten at once, his hand going rigid around the pan handle. He couldn’t move. He could only watch as the bacon, once sizzling, now turned black and charred as the oil fire spread in the pan.

The former V.F.D. agent’s breath caught in his throat, the smell of the fire sending him skyrocketing back to a simpler time; but simpler did not always mean better, as the fire reminded him of the organization and the horrors that fire could bring. Despite his rational brain screaming at him to cover the fire, he found himself frozen in time, staring at the fire he’d created.

Over the roar of blood in his ears, he could make out another sound. His hand was yanked away from the pan, another’s hand quickly snuffing out the fire with the lid of the pan. Strong arms wrapped around him, grounding him to the situation.

Erikson hadn’t even realized his breathing had picked up. His breath was coming out in short, uneven pants. And his eyes felt wet. Reaching underneath his glasses, Erikson could feel the wetness collecting under his eyes. Oh. He was crying. When did that happen?

“What happened?” A voice rang out, warbled from the adrenaline still spiking through Erikson’s system. Erikson found the strength to move his head back, looking into the deep and worried reds of Claudius.

“Claude,” Erikson’s voice sounded soft, softer than he’d heard it since childhood. A heat swirled in his stomach, embarrassment and guilt battling it out. He felt stupid. What had happened? One second, he was making breakfast. Then, he was shaking like a leaf and crying in Claude’s arms.

“You’re alright,” Claude’s voice spoke low in Erikson’s ear. He rubbed slow, gentle circles into the smaller man’s shoulders, attempting to comfort him. Comfort wasn’t something that came as naturally as it had to Chloe, but he wanted to try for Erikson. “You’re alright, we have you.”

Chloe, the last one trailing the pack, ran in the room. Her hair was a mess, her sleeping garments rumpled, and she was breathing heavily. “Are you okay?!”

Erikson cringed. He didn’t want to worry her—or anyone for that matter. As much as he wished to sweep this reaction under the rug, he knew it wouldn’t fly; they were worried about him.

“M’fine,” Erikson mumbled out. His face was still red hot from shame, his eyes not daring to meet his lovers. Instead, he focused on Claude’s chest, hands sculpting a route that felt familiar. Just the warm touch of skin on skin was enough to calm Erikson’s racing heart.

“Bullshit.” Claude’s hands buried themselves against Erikson’s shoulders, the heavy weight grounding the smaller man further. “Erikson, you’re shaking. You’re not fine.”

“He’s right.” Henry was at the sink, filling up a cup. “Here, drink something.” He said, his normally chill tone tinged with something foreign.

Erikson didn’t have time to dwell on the emotions filling the room. He took the water, hands stilling with only a small tremor, and rose the glass to his lips. The cool liquid soothed his raspy throat.

No one dare broke the silence that filled the room. The three lovers waited for their fourth to gather his bearings, not wanting to pressure him. It wasn’t often they saw him anything less than put together; the sight was jarring.

Once the cup was empty and Erikson could feel his heartbeat returning to normal, he finally spoke.

“It was an oil fire,” he mumbled under his breath. “I was cooking—and I wasn’t paying attention and--” He damned his hands, which began to tremble again. Memories of the incident flooded his mind, sending him momentarily back to that ill-fated day; it only took less than an hour for the fire to ravage and destroy everything in its path.

What if they weren’t here to stop the fire this time? Erikson’s face warmed and his stomach lurched forward, the thought of them perishing becoming too much.

“It’s over now.” Chloe took one of Erikson’s trembling hands in her own, squeezing and running her thumb over the knuckles in a side to side swipe. “No one was hurt,” she reminded him.

“You could have been,” he replied, brown eyes finally daring to look up. The shame had shifted, changed into a simmering anger. “I could’ve hurt you all.”

Henry frowned. “But you didn’t. We’re okay. You’re okay. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“What if I couldn’t save you? What if no one woke up and…” Erikson calmed himself, the deep breath he raked in rattling his chest. “I froze,” he whispered. “I froze over a fire.” Anger filled his chest, remembering the things he’d done, caused, had to witness. “You don’t understand. The VFD, they…” He rose a hand, raking it through his now messy hair. “There’s things I’ve done, things I can’t take back.” He was rambling now, but by God he couldn’t stop himself. “I’m not a good person.”

A pregnant pause filled the room, the gravity of the situation weighing upon them. Erikson didn’t speak often about his past with the VFD. His lovers didn’t pry, though they all had an inkling what had happened weighed on him. But seeing him like this, so open and raw and vulnerable—it broke their hearts.

The giant of a man lowered himself down beside the vulnerable frenzied denier. Claude’s large hand came, cupping Erikson’s cheek and forcing him to look at him. “You froze because you were afraid. You’ve seen what fire can do.” His steady gaze met Erikson’s. “It’s human to freeze during traumatic moments.”

“Yeah, it’s not just flight or fight. There’s also the option to freeze.” Henry nodded. “Just because you froze doesn’t mean anything less. Your brain was just overwhelmed.”

Although their validations had some truth to them and helped the young man, he couldn’t help but feel the inklings of shame still clouding his mind. While he loved their attention—he loved them—he terribly hated it during these exact circumstances.

Erikson took the refilled cup and swallowed down another gulp of water, hoping it would help him find the words. “There’s so much they made me do…” He mumbled, his eyes cold and distant as they looked everywhere but his lover who held him, warm and protective. “The things I’ve seen people do… the things I’ve seen fire destroy…” He took another gulp of water, chasing away the closing up of his throat.

Chloe’s hand joined Claude’s on his opposite cheek, hand softer but none any the less protective. “You’re not alone, Erikson. We’re a unit.” Her soft eyes met Erikson’s, though he try to avoid it. “That means when something affects one of us, it actually affects all of us.” She worried her lip between her teeth. “I wish you didn’t need to go through any of this…” Her brown eyes shone. “But you survived.”

He survived… she was right. She was always right. Erikson was a survivor; his whole life had been a constant need of survival. But when he was with the three people he loved more than anything in the world? Well, he never felt safer.

“You’re right… sorry about breakfast.” Erikson let out a sigh and looked towards the charred-beyond-repair bacon.

“That’s okay! I know a bakery that we can get something from!” Chloe chirped, her kindness shining through. “Maybe some delicious, hot donuts will do us good.”

“I could go for some donuts,” Henry said. Looking down, he chuckled. “But maybe we should think about getting changed first?”

Silently, Erikson stared at his girlfriend. He knew Chloe had her own demons, ones that she tried desperately to hide. But she never once let them damper her kindness. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but the realization that she was desperately trying to show him kindness and love, while possibly also freaking out, brought about a wave of love and affection. Maybe, one day, some of her kindness may rub off on him.

“I suppose we should go out. It has been a while,” Erik said, lifting himself up off the ground and dusting himself off. “Shall we?”

[nsflu]

Frustration

Four/Twi smut anyone? It’s pretty fluffy, including size difference, trans!Four, and after care...

Word Count: 2,165

Four had a headache and he was beyond frustrated. The Colors had been arguing almost all day and he just wanted them to shut up already but he had run out of ideas to stop the constant stream of bickering. He needed a solid distraction; not one of Vio’s books or weapon maintenance or calming tea. Something real, solid, grounding. His eyes flicked over to Twilight. He was having a conversation with Wild, nodding along respectfully but with a confused look on his face as the Champion explained something about Sheikah tech. He was bored, Four needed a distraction, Twilight had always been happy to oblige…

He found himself pulling the pelted hero away from camp before he thought better of it, heart beating faster as Twilight followed obediently. The arguing in his head continued but the soft sounds of camp faded, and Four relaxed slightly once he felt they’d gotten far enough away for some privacy. He turned to Twilight, already feeling a blush on his cheeks at being so forward, but the sharp curiosity in the man’s eyes bolstered his courage.

“What’s going on, do you need to talk--” Twilight began with a hint of worry, but Four quickly shook his head.

“Just,” he huffed out a sigh, then met Twilight’s eyes pleadingly. “Could you kiss me?”

The smile that split Twilight’s face exposed sharp canines, and Four barely had to wait a second before he was lifted into strong arms with soft lips against his. He wrapped his arms around Twilight’s neck, relaxing into the caste kiss, but the Colors didn’t let up. He needed more, and Four tangled his fingers in Twilight’s hair and tugged, eliciting a groan from him. The kiss deepened, Twilight catching Four’s lower lip between his teeth, and for a moment there was blissful silence as his heart pounded louder.

A hand roamed up his side, his back, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When it buried in his hair and pulled, Four couldn’t help the moan that fell from his lips. Twilight pulled away to catch his breath, pressing their foreheads together with a sparkle in his eye that could only mean good bad things. His head was pulled back suddenly, and Twilight was on his neck, sharp teeth and warm lips sending shivers down his spine. Four was burning hot, breaths coming in gasps as Twilight worked the sensitive skin into a bruise. His head was lighter, the Colors’ arguing more distant, and Four let his hands travel over Twilight’s shoulders and back, clenching in his tunic and tugging him closer.

Twilight’s teeth sunk in just below his jaw and Four’s breath caught, back arching as pleasure shot straight from his head to--

“T-Twi, wait,” Four’s voice wavered but he could care less as another wave crashed over him when Twilight mouthed at the bite.

Twilight pulled back slowly, eyes dark, and Four nearly lost track of his thoughts as he saw the blood on Twilight’s lips. The Colors were quieter now, but not completely, a dull ache at the back of his mind still. The ache was nothing compared to the curious throb between his legs, but he could ignore that.

“Ah,” Twilight blinked, awareness returning as a blush colored his cheeks. His eyes flitted to Four’s neck in shame and no no no, that’s not good. “I-I’m sorry, Four, I got carried away…”

Twilight shifted, lowering him down, and Four tightened his grip as the friction sent heat spiking through him. He buried his face in Twilight’s pelt to muffle his moan, but the man’s hearing was too good for that to work. Twilight paused, hands still on his back, and a deep chuckle reverberated between their pressed chests.

“Are you alright?” Twilight’s voice was right against his ear and Four shivered.

“Don’t tease,” Four grumbled, pulling back to look Twilight in the face. There was concern in his eyes, but it was overshadowed by hunger that made Four’s throat feel tight.

“We don’t have to continue,” Twilight said, hands shifting to hold his weight again, each press of his fingers into Four’s thighs pooling hot in his stomach.

The Colors had grown quiet, watching intently. He could stop…

“I want to,” Four whispered, and Twilight’s hands gripped him tighter before their lips crashed together in a passionate kiss.

Four could taste iron and blackberries and he felt drunk on it, warm and tingling and unable to focus on much beyond the caress of Twilight’s hands. One dipped under his tunic, burning hot against his stomach as it explored any skin it could reach. Four pressed into the touch, pressed into the hard plane of Twilight’s stomach as his legs wrapped tighter around narrow hips. Twilight gasped, and Four smirked against his lips as he pressed down further. The hand beneath his tunic trailed down, pressing against him, and Four groaned at the bolt of electricity that ripped through him.

Twilight lowered to his knees, Four holding on until he was deposited in the older’s lap. There was a hand between his legs instantly, palming through his leggings, and Four shuddered as pleasure crashed over him. They’d never gone this far before, but Four didn’t want to stop. Far from it, he wanted more, right now, and he pressed back into Twilight’s hand with insistence. Twilight had paused though, watching Four shiver as he gave only the lightest touches, and Four bit his lip as the heat simmered within him. He only lasted a minute before he felt down Twilight’s sides and palmed the bulge between his legs--and gosh, that was big. The next moment Four was on his back, Twilight hunched over him with a hand tugging down his leggings.

The night air prickled on his skin as he was exposed, but Twilight’s hand was pressed against him the next moment and Four would have cared less. He bucked into Twilight’s hand with a whine, the fingers on him reigniting the fire within. Twilight’s smile was sharp, his eyes dark, and Four pulled him down into another hungry kiss.

It was bliss, but it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough for Twilight to just touch him. Four felt his way down again, down, until he found the waist of Twilight’s trousers. Twilight’s thumb pressed against him and Four saw stars, toes curling and task almost forgotten. He pulled away, panting, and tugged at Twilight’s pants insistently.

“You too,” Four gasped, and Twilight hummed against his neck. “Please?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Twilight mumbled, cutting off in a groan as Four palmed at him again.

“Hurt me? You’re ridiculous,” Four smirked as he grasped Twilight more firmly, feeling the shiver that wracked through his body. “Let me take care of you too.”

A moment later Twilight’s trousers were being kicked off, and Four took the chance to remove his leggings before they were on each other again. Twilight’s length rested heavy in his hand and it was big, though that only served to spur Four on. I wonder if we could No that’s a terrible idea I say lets go for it Are you crazy? We won’t walk straight for a week! Come on, it would be fun! The Colors were back to arguing but at least this time Four found it helpful. The tightness coiling in his gut at each of Twilight’s strokes was insistent, but he’d made up his mind.

“Twi,” Four gasped, feeling the other nod against his shoulder. “I want-- you in me.”

“Wh--” Twilight’s head lifted, panic and lust in his gaze. “No, that’s not a good idea.”

“I’ll be fine, come on.” Four huffed, shuddering as Twilight stroked him again. “I-I mean it, I can handle it!”

Twilight looked torn, though another squeeze from Four had him stifling a moan. “A-Alright, but you’ve gotta tell me to stop if I’m hurting you.”

“Deal, just fuck me already,” Four groaned, and Twilight wasted no time.

Twilight’s hand slid down, fingers brushing over Four’s entrance gently before a single digit slipped in. It didn’t feel like much until Twilight curled it up, pressing against something that made Four shiver with pleasure. Twilight inserted a second finger and then the stretch burned, but it was pleasant enough, and Four moaned when that same spot was hit again. Twilight kissed softly against his neck, stretching him gently, and Four wanted more already. A third finger joined the first two and this time it was easy, only frustrating him the longer he had to wait.

“Twi,” he groaned, and Twilight huffed fondly, nipping at his neck. Four gripped Twilight’s length and gave it two quick strokes, reveling in the gasp he earned.

“Fine,” Twilight whispered, and the fingers slid out, leaving Four empty and eager.

Twilight pulled Four’s hips up, strong hands on him, positioning. He hesitated, and Four placed his hand on Twilight’s, their eyes meeting.

“I’m sure I want this.” Four reassured, and Twilight nodded.

His length pressed against Four’s entrance, and when Twilight began to press in Four realized three fingers had not been enough preparation. The stretch burned in a way that made Four blush, toes curling as Twilight eased in bit by bit. The hands on his hips gripped firmly, and Four felt the stretch give way to a satisfying fullness when Twilight finally bottomed out. They panted in the evening light, and Four couldn’t help but grin as he realized he’d been right--he could handle it. Twilight was blushing fiercely but still managed to frown back, however weak of a frown it was. One hand moved back down to stroke against him and Four tensed as heat crashed over him once more, Twilight groaning in response.

The first thrust was shallow, but the second made him dizzy. Twilight was kissing his neck, biting his collar bone, and every stroke of his finger and thrust bright Four closer to the edge. He’d been teetering on the brink all night, but somehow each moment was more intense than the last, building higher than he’d ever ever thought possible. Twilight’s rhythm was steady and Four latched onto him, feeling like he might drift away in the overwhelming swell of sensations. A final stroke sent Four over the edge with a cry, his muscles tensing sporadically as he came. Twilight didn’t stop and just as quickly as he’d finished Four felt the coil tightening again inside him, shivering as the pleasure faded slowly and built again.

“Hylia, Twi,” Four gasped between thrusts, groaning as Twilight brushed over him once more.

“You’re perfect,” Twilight whispered against his ear, kissing his jaw. “You’re stunning and smart and so perfect, Four.”

Twilight’s thrusts were getting more desperate, strokes against Four speeding up. The pressure was building again, heat pooling in his stomach, his feet, his face. Four arced his back, pressing closer, hands tangled in his hair as each thrust rocked through him.

“Four, I…” Twilight gasped against his neck, and Four tensed as he teetered on the edge.

“You b-better not.. ruin my tunic.” Four managed, and Twilight laughed shakily against him.

The next thrust sent Four over the edge for a second time, and two more had Twilight pulling out with a gasp. Four breathed heavily, face burning hot and body tingling from head to toe. His vision was fuzzy when he opened his eyes, but Twilight flopped down beside him and pulled him onto his chest a moment later. Four wrapped his arms around Twilight’s neck, the man’s heartbeat against his ear lulling him into almost-sleep. Soft kisses were pressed to his head, strong hands against his back, and Four could almost ignore the soreness that was taking root in his legs and neck.

“...we should head back soon.” Twilight eventually said, the rumble of his voice disturbing Four’s attempted nap. “It’s late, we can sleep at camp.”

Four grumbled and latched onto Twilight as he sat up, moving off with a huff to retrieve his leggings when Twilight gave him an insistent look. He pulled them on stiffly, muscles aching and limbs not cooperating as tiredness pulled at him. Four shakily got to his feet and managed half a step before his legs gave out, Twilight catching him with a shout before he hit the ground.

“Are you alright?” Twilight’s voice was thick with concern but Four could only laugh.

“‘Can’t walk. You have to carry me.” Four announced, meeting Twilight’s gaze with a challenge in his eye.

Twilight simply shrugged, smiling slightly as he picked Four up in a bridal carry, letting the smaller nuzzle against him sleepily. Four didn’t wake up until Twilight was tucking him into his bedroll, and then only to tighten his grip around the others’ neck, not letting go until Twilight laid down beside him. Four was sore and couldn’t walk comfortably the next morning still, but it had been the best nights sleep he’d gotten in a while, and his headache would be gone for the foreseeable future.