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[evcryopeneye]

@pctatcs-museical-mcss​ asked: 🏥 

Quiet and tired, it had been a long couple of days. From mission planning, to raids, to following the threads of investigation.

Honestly, Denzel couldn’t quite believe they had found them alive.

It still felt like a little bit of a dream, stings always did. The moment you suited up, and checked your weapon, the moment you kicked the door down, the fight, every fucking second in-between, it was all fuelled by adrenaline. That was why it took training, it wasn’t about the fighting itself, it was about the ability to stay level headed when the bullets and swords were flying.

Space, was something he had needed afterwards. The guilt stirred up by something so personal was difficult to deal with, Cloud and Tifa needed space to process what had happened. Sure, Denzel had drifted some what from his adoptive family but…why hadn’t it been him?

He would have been there but…he couldn’t. Denzel buried himself into paper work, sat at his desk in the bullpen repeating to people, ‘I’m fine,’ as he drank his third coffee. A sleepless night. A restless day. Agitated and distracted, maybe the fact that he knew what he needed to do…and he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He had to go see him.

It was late into his shift when he finally managed to bring himself to walk into the hospital ward. Denzel slipped his hands into the pockets of his jeans, leaned against the door frame and offered a small smile.

“Hey,” well, Denzel had always been a person of few words.

[azure-steel]

@pctatcs-museical-mcss​ asked: Sharing a nap (Altair) Unspoken Fluff Starters - accepting!

It had been a long night, longer than most and it was dark by the time he’d returned that evening. The bar was silent, save for the low thrum of the refrigeration units and the distinctive buzz of a neon light flashing behind the counter. 

Tifa must have forgotten to switch the sign off before closing up for the evening, so Cloud makes his way behind the bar shutting off the sign at the mains and casting the room into a peaceful darkness, the only illumination coming from the small fridge at the rear of the counter. He stands there for a time, just appreciating the quiet and the light chill hanging in the air, the faint wisps of a smile pulling at each corner of his mouth.

It was always so good to be home.

Eventually, Cloud trudges up to the living quarters, deftly avoiding the steps that creaked underfoot, and he stops momentarily at the closed door leading to the master bedroom, placing a single hand against the hard wood panel. He didn’t see a point in waking Tifa at this hour - chances were that she probably wouldn’t thank him for it in any case - so it was with this notion in mind that he meanders instead to the sitting area, allowing his tired body to flop down on the large three-seater situated in the centre of the room.

He doesn’t even bother to take off his boots, and he lays there for a while with an arm draped over his eyes basking, almost, in that distinctive fuzziness of impeding sleep beginning to creep into his head. That was until the telltale shuffle of feet on hardwood causes him to lift his arm, only a fraction, and shift his bright gaze in that general direction. Cloud doesn’t shift from his spot there on the sofa, however, not even when his body dips with the extra weight filling the space next to him. But this instance was simply one out of so many others, and he doesn’t hesitate to draw the boy into a soft embrace.

Cloud had never truly believed he would see past twenty-six, back when the geostigma ravaged him from the inside out, never mind into his thirties or beyond even that. There’d never been a clear future for him, cursed, it seemed, to live a life of uncertainty. But here he was, nonetheless, with a beautiful hardworking wife, and a son created between the two of them.

Not a word was breathed between them, as they lay there in the dark, his hand threading through Altair’s soft blond hair and burying his nose into those very same locks. He still held onto that very same scent he remembered from when he was a baby, addictive in every sense of the word. And life was good in that one simple moment, as sleep once again began to overtake him.

Just him, and his boy.

It was good to be home. 

[champofpallet]

"Hey Red, what's snow like?" (Kazue)

"You've never seen snow before?" Red thinks for a second as he tries to think of a good way to describe it. He did live on a snowy mountain for years so he should definitely know how to describe it since it was everywhere on Mt Silver.

"It's nice and cold like the ice you get in the freezer, only way softer. Sometimes it will fall from the sky in little flakes you can catch on your tongue! Though snowflakes are really pretty when they got a design in 'em, but really those are very rare."

"To even hold snow you usually have to wear gloves, but you get used to it with time. You can even make a snowman or snow angels! Hey! I got it! Why don't I take you to see Mt Silver? There's snow everywhere!"

[foreveratemu]

A soft smile spread across his face as he planted a few kisses on Atem's cheeks, then one on his nose. "Alright Mou. Just please don't hesitate to come to me when you're ready." He hummed softly, massaging his head. "A movie sounds good. What kind of movie do you want to watch? My Neighbor Totoro? An action movie? You pick darling~" He pulled the comfy blanket that always laid over an armrest and pulled it around them, snuggling close to his darling.

“Something calming, not violent or loud please. I just want to rest Yugi. I probably will fall asleep before the movie is even half way over.”

Atemu closed his eyes and rested his head on Yugi’s as they snuggled up. He didn’t speak, knowing his throat was sore, and his words were too random to really get much out. He had a long, exhausting, emotional day! And all he wanted to do was hold his Yugi and sleep.

[champofpallet]

The shiny Lucario looks at Red with curiosity. So this boy comes from the world Lucca originated from. Fascenating, really. She was right to come to smash and look around for a bit before heading on her merry way. Cloud could manage one more day of her antics while she finished up talks with Master Hand and Crazy Hand.

"Hmmmmmm.... You're Red, right?" She asked, seeming to appear out of thin air like she usually did when approaching those unused to her prescence. (Masika)

“Huh?” For some reason the trainer feels like something or someone was watching him. It was a pretty uneventful day here at the Smash Mansion and in reality Red wasn’t doing anything exciting. All he was doing was washing Squirtle in a bucket. While the baby Pokemon was a water type oddly he didn’t like baths, flailing and splashing as Red tries to bathe him. “C’mon Squirtle, you gotta stay clean...you don’t want Binacle attaching to your shell do you?”

“Squirtle! Squirrrrtle!!” He cries trying to get out of the bucket. He has seen  Binacle before and knows that they latch onto hard surfaces, but the anti  Binacle soap smelled so bad! Red continued to bathe the baby Pokemon until something had appeared in thin air making him jump and spill the bucket sending soapy water on himself and onto the ground. Squirtle was happy about that, gave a thank you, then ran off to play with Pichu and Jigglypuff who were playing nearby. 

“...gah...Squirtle...”

“Oh? Hi! Yeah I’m Red. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?”

[champofpallet]

“ i  may  be  a  fragile  little  flower ,  but  i’ll  kick  your  fucking  ass ! ” (Altair yelling at someone lol)

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He’s staring in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that Altair knew such...colorful language.

“Uhhh...y-yeah same here...?”

[champofpallet]

"If you're going after him, please be careful. Sephiroth is smart, manipulative and sadistic. He's not just strong, he's also intelligent. He won't hesitate to hurt you or anyone else if it means antagonizing Pawpa." (Altair)

"....then going alone would be dangerous for both me and my Pokémon... plus I don't really battle on the front lines..."

"Then I'm gonna have to create a team of other Smashers to take him down.  Thank you for the information. We will defeat this monster once and for all!"

[champofpallet]

"Trust me, Sephiroth is bad news. He tormented my dad, burned down his village and fuckin MURDERED my Aunt. To say i want to see him flambeyed in the depths of hell is an understatement." (Altair)

"I'm sorry this happened to you. On my honor as a Pokémon Champion, I promise you I won't let this guy hurt anyone else. I will teach this guy a lesson he won't soon forget!"