I can't do anything right for :Mc x Galeon x Hollond please
//yall really are feeling some poly angst, huh? (same lol) <3 did this end up being more vague than expected? yes. is greta in this too? of course.
You’ve done it again. This is the third time this week that you’ve botched a side job, forcing your friends to cover for you and get hurt in the process. While they don’t blame you, you can’t help the bitter feelings that arose from your failures. It was supposed to be a simple task of delivering a package for Bo, but alas, you weren’t prepared for the darkness that began to creep down the roads. You weren’t ready for the needle thin creatures with the prying hands that slunk from the undergrowth and not only claimed your package but almost claimed Greta’s life. Luckily, Galeon tagged along this time and where ever Galeon goes, Hollond follows.
While Greta doesn’t blame you for what happened, you can’t help but feel responsible. You should have been better prepared. You should have been watching out for your friends... In your guilty state, you slunk off the moment you arrived at the nearest village, hiding behind a stack of boxes and barrels, sinking into the night and hoping no one finds you. Your friends hadn’t noticed, Galeon and Hollond taking turns trying to barter for rooms at the local in while Greta bounced on her toes behind them, bandages bloodied but dry. You hope they managed to get rooms -- you wonder if they got you one too despite your absence?
You sigh and cover your face with your hands, blocking out your surroundings. You don’t remove them until something settles at your side and the sound of heavy feet crunching gravel fills the silent night air. They found you. You have no doubts that Hollond scoured the town on quiet feet, looking for you once the trio realized you were no longer at their sides. The feet stop in front of you and Galeon sits with a groan, “I’m getting too old for sitting on the ground, MC.” He jokes earning a loud scoff from his lover. “So, what’s on your mind? You wondered off, got us all worried.”
You shrug your shoulders limply, fixing your attention elsewhere as your hands fall away to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Just thinkin’...”
“Thinking, eh? Thinking you should wander off? Give us a scare?” Hollond chirps sharply from beside you. They flash you their flat teeth when you shoot them a glare. You hadn’t meant to worry them -- or, well, you had hoped they wouldn’t worry.
Galeon, ever the sage, hums, “Is this about earlier? About what happened on the road?” You don’t answer for a time, the silence growing heavy and tense as the duo shift closer, enclosing you against the boxes and barrels as if to protect you. You don’t deserve it though...
“I can’t do anything right...” You finally admit, fighting back against the tightening of your throat. You can feel tears begin to well up and, in an attempt to keep them from spilling over, push your palms hard against your eyes. “It was such an easy task and I should have been paying more attention! I shouldn’t have hesitated... I shouldn’t have gotten scared.”
“Yes, you should have. You should have been scared, because that was a scary situation no matter how ‘easy’ the task was meant to be.” Hollond shifts to lean against your shoulder, one long, thin arm coming up to cup your cheek. “Greta’s fine and we’ll look for the package tomorrow. Don’t worry about it, alright?” Easier said than done...
Galeon also shifts closer, two of his brawny arms coming up to cage you and his lover against his wide chest. “Yeah! We’ll look for it tomorrow and if we can’t find it, Bo won’t mind! He’ll understand!” The large male assures, “Nothing that happened was your fault.” You dig your palms deeper into your eyes as tears finally spill over despite your attempts to stop them. You fall forward into Galeon’s chest, wrapped in his and Hollond’s arms. You still feel guilty but... maybe things aren’t as bad as you think? Maybe tomorrow things will be better?
The two let you take your time, sobbing out your feelings and drying your tears on Galeon’s oversized shirt before walking you back to the inn. They offer their hands to you, warm an inviting, and, with them at your side, return to Greta who instantly floods you with worried babble. Yeah... Things will be better tomorrow and if now? At least your friends are there to help you.
How about a prompt of mc suggesting the game of twister to the rfa (maybe after one of their parties)? Thought it might be fun as a way of introducing childhood memories to the Choi twins
The RFA party had ended but the way she was hyped up right now, she didn’t want it to end. So she’d invited everyone to her apartment, spur of the moment. She had never been more glad that she was a nervous cleaner, ensuring the cleanliness of her apartment today.
Some of the members had turned her down. Jumin had given Jaehee the next day off, and MC understood how much Jaehee was going to make of her day off. With a hug, Jaehee was off, excitement for comfy pajama’s and Zen’s musicals basically radiating off of her.
Jumin had left as well, giving her a gentle hug before he was out the door. She realized belatedly that he’d taken the entirety of Jaehee’s workload. She laughed to herself, knowing that he wouldn’t say anything else about it.
And so she ended up with Zen, Yoosung, and the Choi twins in her apartment. Saeran didn’t look like he particularity wanted to be there, but Saeyoung had drug him along.
Things had gone well, though the alcohol Yoosung had drunk during the party had finally hit him, and he fell asleep on the couch.
“MC!” Saeyoung had suddenly emerged from her guest room, when he’d gone back there she didn’t know, but he was holding several boxes in his arms. “You have a game shelf!”
He’d placed the boxes on the counter, revealing his haul. Monopoly, Clue, Twister, among others. Saeran looked at them with a raised eyebrow, but still looked in anticipation.
“Can we play something?” Zen asked, excitement filling his voice.
“Sure.” She said with a grin, sorting through the boxes, immediately placing monopoly aside. “I still want to like you guys by the end of the night.” She said with a laugh.
They laughed in return, and she held up Twister. “This one good?”
They all nodded and she set up the mat, sitting on the sidelines.
“Um...” Saeran spoke up for the first time. “How do you... play this?”
“That’s a good question.” Saeyoung said with a grin, supporting his brother and trying to cover his own lack of knowledge. Zen gave them an odd look, but before he could speak, she cut him off by nudging him in the side.
“I have a spinner that corresponds with a body part and a color so-” She flicked the spinner. “Zen, right foot blue.”
Zen nodded, placing his socked foot on the blue circle. Both Choi twins nodded, and so the game began.
About ten minutes later, Zen was out, plopping down next to her on the sideline as they watched the twins. They were both surprisingly flexible, and neither was afraid to get in the other’s space.
“They’re having fun.” Zen commented lightly, and she laughed.
“From what I’ve been told, this might be the first time they’ve been able to play games together like this.” She called out another direction and watched as Saeran shifted, snaking his arm around Saeyoung’s knee to place it on green.
“I’d forgotten.” Zen mumbled. He rubbed his head lightly, turning his gaze to her. “Even though I had a shitty time with my family, my brother and I still got to play together...”
“Well, they have us now. And we can make it up to them.” She said, smiling at Zen. His face colored slightly, but he smiled in return.
“If you guys are done flirting,” Saeran said, slightly exertion showing in his voice.
“Shut up!” She fussed at him, still grinning, though she gave Saeyoung his next direction.
The game could have gone on forever it seemed like, but there was a sudden “What the fuck?” from the couch.
It caused Saeyoung to lose his focus, foot slipping which also took out Saeran’s left arm. They fell into a heap on the floor, groaning.
“Yoosung is awake.” She said with a laugh, looking at the befuddled couch potato.
The others joined in her laugh, leaving Yoosung still confused, and still drunk.
Hideweek Day 4: Good/Pleasing
Author: Ayainu
Summary: Hide was warm, and taught Kaneki how it felt to be as well.
Notes: If you like, please leave kudos and comments on my ao3!
Warnings: The relationship type is up to the reader.
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“Today again a little snow falls
on sorrow already spoiled
today again even the wind blows
through sorrow already spoiled,”*
The boy recited, his voice quivering like an autumn leaf on a stormy day. Oddly, to Hide’s ears, that feeble voice sounded kind of beautiful, somehow soothing. Hide watched as its owner sat back down and wrapped that ever present scarf tighter around his neck.
“Thank you Kaneki,” Their teacher droned, Hide was sure if he were to draw his eyes away from Kaneki he’d see the mixture of entertainment and pity adults always seemed to get out of messing with helpless kids in their teacher’s eyes.
Kaneki nodded in his seat and the teacher, that apparently had enough of messing with Kaneki for the day, went back to the lesson at hand. Hide didn’t know much, this is his first day in this school, he had enough common sense to understand what’s going on though.
From what Hide could glean out of other students and the way teachers talked, Kaneki was everyone’s favorite weakling. From what he collected he seemed to have a kind of condition that rendered him unable to tolerate the slightest bit of cold. If one were to observe him closely, like Hide was currently doing, it’d be easy to notice how he was constantly trembling. According to other students Kaneki has never been seen without that huge wool scarf wound around his neck, not even in summer. From the instances Hide got to hear him talk, his voice was always quivering and weak.
It was the end of Hide’s first day of school and he was more than a little intrigued. He’d just transferred from the countryside to study high school in the big city. It was his only choice if he wanted to follow his mother’s footsteps and study at Kami University, a university that prestigious won’t accept any country bumpkins
The subway systems were really confusing, but he could probably get the hang of them in a couple of days. “I’m home,” Hide called as he discarded his outdoors shoes for a pair of slippers.
“Welcome home,” called Marude from the kitchen.
“Oh, you know how to cook Marucchi?” Hide placed his bag on the counter and stared across the kitchen at the adult struggling at the oven.
“I don’t, and don’t call me that you brat,” Marude mumbled. Hide could smell the sharp scent of burnt rice and a weird nauseating mixture of spices.
“Sorry, sorry,” Hide brushed off, not sounding the least bit apologetic. “What are you doing here then.”
“I don’t know, your father entrusted you to me and I thought I could try to cook you something, I can’t let you starve here,” Marude sighed. “Are you by any chance interested in the worst curry you’ll ever put in you mouth?”
“I heard sometimes when food reaches a certain level of nastiness it actually starts to taste good,” Hide supplied.
“You never hold anything back do you?” Marude clicked his tongue.
“I am my mother’s son,” Hide grinned.
“You really are, now set the table you little shit,” Marude couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips.
“‘Kay Marucchi,” Hide drawled, already reaching for the cupboard with the plates.
Marude just sighed.
“So how was your first day of school?” Murude said as he filled the plates Hide handed him with slightly – extremely– overcooked rice and a hellish mixture Marude called curry.
“Wow you suck at acting like a parent,” Hide burst out in laughter, Marude flushed. “Thanks though, it went really well. All the kids are really friendly and the teachers are nice. To me that is,” Hide trailed off.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Marude glanced at him quizzically across the table, his spoon was already digging into his plate though.
“Well..” Hide started as he picked at the food on his plate. “There is this kid…”
“This kid?”
“He’s in my class, he’s kind of odd, but everyone in school goes too far making him feel like a freak, even the teachers,” Hide stabbed at a piece of chicken with his fork and took it into his mouth.
“Sounds tough, but that’s high school for you,” Marude shrugged and Hide was quick to shake his head.
“It’s not your textbook case of social outcast, he definitely has something wrong, not that it warrants any of the mistreatment directed at him.” Hide said deliberately.
“You keep saying weird but you never explained exactly how, care to elaborate?” Marude raised one eyebrow.
“Ah well, it’s hard to explain, but from what I got so far he has really low cold tolerance, when I say really low, I mean really low,” Hide tried to explain.
“Really low?”
“Like he wears a heavy wool scarf in the middle of summer kind of low.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah”
“Have you tried talking to him?” Marude supplied through a mouthful of curry.
“I didn’t, other students always avoid him when they’re not being douchebags, I didn’t want to scare him away,” Hide said over the rim of his glass of water.
“Well if you feel that bad for him maybe you should try befriending him?” Marude stood, his now empty plate in his hand.
“It’s not that I feel bad for him, I do think what others are making him go through is beyond wrong and I want it to stop, but it’s not why I’m interested,” Hide bit his lip.
“What is it then?” Marude met his gaze with his own inquisitive one.
“I.. I don’t know,” Hide answered honestly then hurried to change the subject, “I guess it was true after all, that curry didn’t taste half as bad as I thought it would.”
“Shuddap.” Marude either took the bait or decided to drop the subject for the time being, Hide suspected the latter. “I cooked so you get to do the dishes.”
“But Marucchi..!” Hide whined but Marude cut him short.
“No buts, hurry up before it dries and becomes troublesome.”
“You’re the worst,” Hide grumbled.
“Right back at ya punk,” Marude called, already in the hallway.
The next day was the same, relatively uneventful save for the occasional Kaneki mistreatment. Hide tried all day to build enough guts to talk to Kaneki but every time he made a move to go in Kaneki’s direction so much panic filled the other boy’s dull gray orbs that Hide instantly lost his resolve.
It was when he decided to give up and started to head home that it happened. On his way to the station he passed by the riverbank he always liked to admire the beauty of, except this time four figures were blocking the scenery. It looked bad too because he was sure three of them were attacking the fourth smaller one. Taking a closer look Hide recognized the uniform as his school’s, the next thing he noticed was the violent tremors of the fourth figure and the heavy scarf that was being yanked off of it. Hide broke out in a sprint.
Hide asked no questions and went straight for the closest guy he encountered and swung. He quickly whipped around to meet the other one’s stomach with the heel of his shoes, and as the third approached from behind he elbowed him hard enough that he lost his breath for a few seconds. Hide stepped back to block Kaneki from their view.
“What the hell-”
“You’re all an awful bunch, targeting a kid that obviously can’t even fight back, three of you at once too. If it were anyone but me they wouldn’t stand a chance, what a bunch of cowards,” Hide glared so hard he thought his eyes were feeling kind of hot.
“Who the hell are you?”
“I’m my mom’s kid,” Hide said simply. “Now would you scram or do I need to throw you out myself?”
“You’ll pay for this transfer student!”
“Sure, sure,” Hide brushed them off and turned his back on them before they even fully stood.
Kaneki was convulsing harder than he’d ever seen him in the short time he’s been around him, he was on the dirt reaching pitifully for his discarded scarf. Hide’s heart twisted and he was quick to pick it up and hand it to Kaneki who in turn fastened it back around his neck securely. Kaneki’s lips had always been covered by that absurdly huge muffler but from the few seconds Hide could see them they were deep blue.
“Thank you…” Kaneki mumbled quietly, even with his voice that low Hide could tell it was shakier than ever.
“Ah, no problem! Jerks like these should be put in place. I’m Hideyoshi Nagachika, but please just call me Hide!” He grinned at Kaneki widely.
“Kaneki Ken, nice to meet you.” Hide was starting to worry about how much Kaneki’s voice shook.
“You probably already know, but I’m a transfer student here from the countryside and know next to no one here. What I’m trying to get at here is, wanna be friends?” Hide was an absolute wreck, but he still extended a hand towards Kaneki.
“Friends?” Kaneki stared long and hard at the hand extended towards him, it was when Hide made to retract it that he finally extended his own.
“Yeah!” Hide’s lips were pulled over his teeth as his smile widened.
“Ok…ay..” Kaneki trailed off, his eyes wide and confused as he stared at their connected hands.
“Are you okay Kaneki?” Hide cocked his head to the side, puzzled.
“Warm..” Kaneki’s eyes welled up with tears and Hide was starting to freak out.
“Kaneki what’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry!” Hide was talking faster than he ever knew he could. When he tried to retract his hand in his haze of panic Kaneki tightened his grip around it.
“N-No.. Hide I.. warm.. I can feel it, seeping into my skin… Hide I can-” Kaneki was full on sobbing at that point and Hide opened his arms to offer a hug.
Kaneki scrambled into Hide’s arms and it left Hide dazed, how fast everything was going. Hide let Kaneki get all his waterworks out on his poor shirt. Kaneki was extremely cold in his arms, the kind of cold his mother described the skin of a corpse with.
When Kaneki finally stopped crying Hide noticed he was considerably warmer and the tremors were all but gone. He could feel the coolness of Kaneki’s lips seeping through his shirt from where they were squished against his shoulder.
“I couldn’t feel warmth,” Kaneki murmured against the shirt, his words shapes against Hide’s skin.
Hide said nothing but nodded for Kaneki to continue.
“I was born this was, not from my aunt or uncle, or anyone at school, or neighbors, not even animals. Everything I touched was cold, no trace of the warmth I used to feel from my mother.” Kaneki made no sense at all but Hide let him go on.
“My mother, when she passed away I was never able to feel warmth again. My world has always been freezing ever since, until.. until just now.” Kaneki pried himself away from Hide’s shoulder to peer at him with wonder filled eyes.
“Why? What makes me different?”
“I don’t know..”
“Am I your personal heater now?”
“I-I’m sorry! It’s just-”
“No no, it’s fine I was just kidding. This is kinda nice anyways. Plus, what are friends for?”
Kaneki smiled and Hide’s heart tightened in a way it never did before. “Thank you Hide.”
“Don’t mention it, I guess now you’re stuck with me, huh?” Hide tried to sound nonchalant but he was sure his excitement bled through his voice.
“Being close to you feels really nice!”
“Then I guess it is where I’ll stay,” Hide winked and KanekI looked flustered but his cheeks didn’t tint pink, Hide guessed that’s expected when his lips were only barely the same color as his skin now.
“We should go home,” Kaneki started after a while.
“We should,” Hide replied but made no effort to move.
“But I want to talk more with you,” Kaneki murmured.
“Didn’t I just promise to always be here? We have all the time in the world,” Hide assured, even when he himself didn’t want to leave.
“You’re right, it’s just, this is so hard to believe for me. I feel like the second I let go of you none of this will be real,” Kaneki sighed but stood up.
“How about this then,” Hide started and removed his headphones from around his neck, placing them on Kaneki’s slender one beneath the muffler. “Like this you have a part of me with you at all times!”
“It’s warm..” Kaneki smiled up at Hide and the poor blonde was about ready to melt of the spot.
Hide smiled back with triple the luster.
“See you!” Hide waved at him.
“See you!” Kaneki’s hands were cradling the headphones with the gentlest of looks on his face.
Hide couldn’t wait to get home and tell Marude, he couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come so he can meet Kaneki again. Their futures were near and now intertwined, he was now bound by nothing but his own will to be close Kaneki at all times he could be.
Something good was waiting for them and Hide just knew it.
