Down Day
So I’ve been feeling really productive because of all the Moon Blossom stuff I’ve been writing, so I decided to finally write something with Horror and Fresh cuddling like I’ve been wanting to do for a while now. More specifically this is the same Fresh from the birthday fic I wrote for him, just a ways down the line when things are looking up for him because he deserves something good and soft.
But yeah, this is meant to be Horror/Fresh in a QPR, though the boys don’t know the term and would probably just call themselves friends.
Enjoy~
The voices were quiet today. Fresh knew they were still there, the faint feeling of their existence was something he’d forced himself to be able to pinpoint to make sure he was still fine. Even knowing they were there, the silence in his head was driving the itching need to do something to draw their attention. Except his mind was coming up with blanks. He didn’t know what he could do inside of Nightmare’s castle that would be interesting enough to make sure he wasn’t forgotten. Logically, he knew that this was likely just another one of those spots where time didn’t flow alongside the time of their reality and so they couldn’t be there, but he wasn’t forgotten. His emotions didn’t seem to care though. That was the most frustrating part of emotions. The way they’d come to blindside logic and push some other narrative no matter the inaccuracies or how dangerously it might make you act.
“Head troubles?” came a chuckle from nearby. Fresh didn’t mean to shriek, but his nerves and perception were shot. Anything happening outside of his host had been pushed to the background for him to try and calm the frazzled jitters coursing through him and making him shiver. “Are… can I touch?”
Eyes closed, Fresh nodded his assent. “Y-yeah,” he managed to push out despite the crushing feeling encompassing him.
Prepared for it, Fresh barely startled at the large hands. Even though he’d has his suspicions based on the voice alone, the size of the other confirmed to him that it was Horror. Without much thinking, he turned to grab onto the larger’s jacket. Now that somebody else was here, he just wanted to curl up and pretend he didn’t exist for a while as if that would solve his problems.
The couch he was resting on dipped and he was effortlessly scooped into Horror’s lap. A shaky breath escaped Fresh as it felt like something that had been coiling tight within him relaxed. He wasn’t alone. He wasn’t forgotten. That made him safe, right?
A thumb gently running over his cheeks and pushing his glasses up and away from his sockets made Fresh finally blink his sockets open. Horror’s eye light was watching him in a way that only radiated concern as a gentle smile sat on his face. “You’re okay,” he soothed, “I’m right here. So you don’t need to cry, okay?” It took a second for the words to mean anything beyond the comforting rumbling of Horror’s chest as he spoke. One of Fresh’s own hands came up to his face, and when he pulled it away it glistened while wet.
“Yo, I.. uh… sorry ‘bout-”
“Don’t apologize.” Fresh was quick to quiet himself at Horror’s interruption. The words holding force, but no anger. The parasite just paused to look at the way Horror’s face pinched, as if Fresh’s attempt at an apology was hard for him to quite understand. He couldn’t help but raise a hand with a bright fingerless glove up to try and wipe the silent frustration he could catch in the way Horror’s hand twitched at the same time as his empty socket away. Horror blinked at the action before bringing one of his own hands, double the size of the one belong to Fresh’s host, to cover it as he leaned into the touch. “You sh’dn’t ‘polozige.” The gentle giant seemed to finally piece together the words he wanted to say, even if they weren’t as clear as before. “Don’t care if ‘m wet, y’ need t’ get ‘em out like th’ boss says.”
“But I didn’t even mean ta all up and start bawling,” Fresh protested.
Horror huffed as he stared at where Fresh knew his host’s soul was visible. “Jus’ ‘cause you didn’t mean to, doesn’t mean it’s not…” He trailed off, head bobbing back and forth faintly. He then turned to nuzzle into Fresh’s hand more, eyes falling closed as he tried to concentrate. “Not meaning to doesn’t make it not good for you,” he finally settled on.
Fresh shook his head and gave a small laugh, though he didn’t exactly know why. He let himself fall back against Horror’s chest and curl up a bit to get comfy. With his one hand trapped by Horror, he let it be as the other moved to rest gently against the barrel of a chest. Faint purring began to vibrate against him and he just gave a soft sigh while Horror wrapped his own free arm around Fresh protectively.
The comfort Horror offered was something Fresh would have never been able to dream of before they’d gotten close, but he was so glad to have it. Even with the voices still just that faint sensation that meant they hadn’t abandoned him yet, he didn’t feel as bad about it anymore. In fact, he almost felt like he could fall asleep here like this.
Instead of doing that, he rubbed his face against Horror’s shirt before looking up. “Wanna watch Th’ Lion King?”
The purring was interrupted for more of Horror’s deep chuckles. “Haven’t we watch that twice already this week?”
“Three times actually, but ya can’t diss a good movie,” Fresh grinned up at the red eye light staring down at him. Horror only watched him in amusement.
“Would, but I like these cuddles an’ don’t want t’ move.” He nuzzled into Fresh’s hand again. Fresh felt his face heat up in that strange way he didn’t understand, but he ignored it in favour of the way Horror’s smile grew. “C’n text Cross t’ put it in. He likes it too, right?” Voice not working, all Fresh could do was nod as he fished out his phone since his companion didn’t look ready to move any time soon. As he typed away with one hand, he found himself okay with that idea.