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[haydensineater]

I owe @ozymandad a drabble!

Hayden watched Oz moving around the kitchen, the warm light glinting off his dark red hair. Whatever he was cooking smelled incredible. Hayden rolled their shoulders, feeling knots of tension from their long shift slowly loosening and melting away. “That smells amazing,” Hayden said softly, moving to peer over Oz’s shoulder at the stove. “What is it?” Now that they were close to him, Hayden could discern Oz’s particular scent beneath all the delicious food smells. Another knot of tension eased, and Hayden sighed happily, leaning forward to rest their chin on Oz’s shoulder. “It’s good to be home,” they murmured.

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Oz lets out a sigh. “You’re welcome. Next time, ask me to come along, or even Kira! But please don’t just fly solo anymore. One day you’re going to get so messed up that you might not make it home and I can’t bear the thought of losing you, alright?” His voice cracks as he speaks and genuine concern is reflected in his dark green eyes.

Carefully, Oz scoops up Hayden bridal style and carries them to the bed. He places them down and tucks them in, making sure they’re comfortable.

“I’m going to my house for a bit to fix you something to eat. Do. Not. Move.”

“You know I don’t do it on purpose. Sometimes things just...happen. I don’t always have time to call you, or anyone, and wait. But I am sorry to have worried you,” Hayden whispers.

Later, they might be embarrassed about Oz carrying them to bed, but in the moment it just felt safe. Almost blissfully safe, in comparison to all the dangers they both knew lurked out in the world.

“I’m going to my house for a bit to fix you something to eat. Do. Not. Move.”

Hayden reached out and caught Oz’s pants leg before he walked away. “You’re leaving?” they asked, instantly unhappy. “Stay? Please?” They didn’t want to be alone and hurt, vulnerable to nightmares and...things.

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The gentleness of Hayden’s touch was very much appreciated by Oz. If this were any other time and he wasn’t covered in bruises, he would’ve asked for more. His skin still stung from the roughness of the attack, however, and it was all he could do to keep from whining in pain.

He almost pointed out that Hayden was just as reckless as him, if not more. The only difference was that Oz could theoretically live forever. Hayden however…

“I didn’t have a choice,” Oz confessed, looking down at his feet. “If I hadn’t intervened, that child would be dead.”

Some would argue, however, that the life of a stranger was of no concern to him, but Oz grew up in a time where children were invaluable. That ideology stuck.

“Do you have any frozen pizza?” He asked. “I’m starving.”

“I mean, of course you had to do something,” Hayden agreed. “I just wish you had done something that didn’t result in you getting so badly hurt.”

They rinsed the last ointment residue from their hands. “I think there might be a frozen pizza somewhere in the freezer. I’ll get it going for you. You,” Hayden added firmly, “lay down, if you can find an uninjured spot to lie on, and get some rest until it’s ready. Anything else I can get you?” They rested a hand on Oz’s hair for a moment, hoping Oz found the contact as reassuring as they did.

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☀️ (Oz)

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☀ for my muses reaction to yours bringing them breakfast in bed.

Hayden was about to push the covers off and get out of bed when the bedroom door swung fully open to reveal Oz, carrying a tray. The scent of coffee and french toast wafted tantalizing toward Hayden as Oz approached and set the tray down. There was a flower in a little vase, the newspaper, and all Hayden’s favorite breakfast foods. For a moment Hayden stared from Oz’s face to the tray and back again. “Thank you,” Hayden told him after a moment, “but I have to ask. You actually have breakfast tray? For breakfast in bed? Do you entertain a lot of elderly Victorian women or something?” They kept their voice light and teasing, but just in case Oz, they lifted Oz’s hand from the where it now rested on the bed and kissed his fingers. “You spoil me too much, Oz,” they murmured against his knuckles.

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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Oz thinks Hayden is literally an angel on earth and will protect them at all costs. Consider this that homo anon poem. I guess. Hayden is non-binary so its not homo but idk

Me: *squees and twirls happily around the room*

Hayden: *pushes easily excitable mun out of room* Oz? *wraps arms around him* Thank you. *kiss*

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Oz coughs, a loud guttural sound that isn’t healthy by any means. He wipes some blood off of his face and clears his throat before speaking. “I’m a bit worse for wear, but I’m thankful it isn’t as bad as I expected.” He sits down on the edge if the bath and lets Hayden fret over him. As Hayden expresses their delight at seeing him again, he felt like he’d smile, but his lips were cracked and he feared splitting them open. Instead, he licked his lips and said:

“I’m glad to see you too.”

Hayden started to wipe the blood of Oz’s face with a warm washcloth. “...Let’s get you cleaned up. Fed, if you like, and then put you to bed. But after you sleep...” They paused for a moment, jaw clenching, “After you sleep, I hope you damned well are planning to tell me where the fuck you have been,” they concluded, each word becoming sharper and more distinct so that “been” practically ricocheted around the tiny bathroom. Despite their distress, their concern, all the pent up feelings threatening to spill over, the touch of the washcloth on Oz’s skin is careful and gentle, sponging away the blood and dirt.

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Oz licked his lips, unsure of what to say. He was no expert on death, more of a master of how to avoid it. There was nothing he could say that would make Hayden feel 100% better and he knew it. Instead, he pulled his trouble dfriend closer so that they were sitting on his lap. He pressed his forehead to Hayden’s and made quiet soothing noises in the back of his throat.

Hayden pressed themself closer against Oz, fingers curling to cling to his shirt, trying to control the urge to sob. Each slow breath was a fight with themself, the breath shuddering through their chest and lungs, shouldering its way past the sobs clogging their body like rush hour traffic. They couldn’t quite stop all the tears. Hayden sniffed loudly, turning their head slightly, wanting to hide their face from Oz, but not wanting to lose the comforting pressure of his forehead against their own.

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👀 hayden and oz

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At first, Hayden’s exhausted brain did not understand what the knocking was. it filtered into their sleeping mind as some cosmic entity prodding the earth with a curious finger. They opened their eyes, and stared at the open bedroom door blankly before it dawned on them that the sound was coming from the apartment door. With a groan they shoved the bedclothes away from their body and dragged themselves through the small apartment to the door, forgetting that all they were wearing was an enormous t-shirt (it hung to Hayden’s mid-thigh) proclaiming “Coffee! It’s What’s For Dinner!” One of Hayden’s classmates had given it to them years ago and it had become Hayden’s favorite sleep-shirt. Now, they swung open the door and blinked at Oz, whose hand was raised to pound on the door again. They blinked at him, then moved away from the door so he could enter, unable to greet him due to a jaw-cracking yawn.