Ruv, safely of course, witnessing one of Whitty's explosions for the first time
This one is interesting! I'll do my best shot at it.
"Fourty meters." Whitty said seriously, his hands on Ruv's shoulders.
"Your explosions only affect everyone in a twenty meter radius." Ruv retorted.
"I don't want you to get hurt." Whitty argued.
"I've literally had my ribs break from various explosives with bigger explosions before. I'll be fine." Ruv reassured, a deadpan expression on his face.
"It's me willing to explode for you, you play by my rules." Whitty spoke.
Fuck, that's hard to argue with. Ruv huffed.
"Fine." He agreed.
And that's how Ruv ended up on the very top of a pine tree surveying the wheat field below.
Whitty, who looked very small from up here, gave Ruv a thumbs up, and Ruv gave him a thumbs up.
There's literally no way, with how far Whitty made him go, he could be affected here.
Whitty takes the initiative and starts trying to make himself angry.
"I only explode when I'm angry, panicked, or stressed." Ruv remembered Whitty telling him one day.
He doesn't mind watching Whitty make himself angry, nor how stupid it probably looks.
This is purely for science, and because of Ruv's curiosity that his boyfriend is gratefully willing to satiate.
The change starts off small, and Ruv barely notices it at first. But when he squints, he notices how red Whitty's face is becoming. His eyes are rapidly changing shapes, and flashing every other beat.
His face gets redder, and his expression gets angrier. The flashing starts to quicken its pace, and Ruv's eye widens when he notices his fuse flaring and setting ablaze.
As it burns lower, the flashing gets faster, Whitty's face gets brighter, and the suspense gets thicker.
Until finally, when the fuse is non-existent, Whitty's pupils immediately disappear, and his body goes limp.
Ruv takes that as his cue to hold on to the tree.
He then explodes.
It's a bright flash-so bright, Ruv has to cover his eye just to withstand its intensity.
It's a firey, intense explosion, and Ruv has to shake his head when he hears his ears ringing.
When the dust settled, and Ruv can hear properly, everything that surrounds Whitty has blackened, or, had been set on fire.
Whitty himself is literally missing his fucking head.
His body seems to stumble about for a bit before completely collapsing to the ground.
Yeah, Ruv should really get off this fucking tree.
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When Ruv finally reaches Whitty, a third of his face has began to regenerate. Only his mouth appears, and Ruv decides to sit down and let Whitty rest in his lap.
He watches how his head slowly forms in fascination. How everything moves together, how everything takes shape and creates itself. Until finally, his fuse has finished making.
Whitty's eyes slowly flutter open, and Whitty stares at him drunkenly.
"did that satisfy you?" He asked drowsily.
Ruv rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. It did."
Whitty lets out a giant sigh in relief, and Ruv felt himself laugh.