#worlds collide

[sebeth]

One Man. Two Worlds. And The End Of All That Is...

[z34l0t]

[rosefantasy77]

can you maybe do one were reader is chronically ill (everyone of the cast and crew know) and she is working too hard on the tour

so backstage she starts to feel very bad and exhausted after her own performance (just like denim w Kylie)so Malachi sees and helps her

if you have time ofc but no rush

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ Don’t Work Too Much

ill!girlfriend!reader x Malachi Barton

˙⋆✮ ˙ summary: You are very ill, and doing too much and Malachi is there for you

˙⋆✮ ˙ warning: small angst, reader is chronically ill, maybe sensitive to 13+ reader

˙⋆✮ ˙ a/n: Hi! Tysm for the request! ofc I have time for this! tysm! Enjoy!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The cheers from the crowd still echoed through the venue as you stepped off stage, forcing a smile for the fans waiting near the barricades.

"That was amazing!" someone from the crew called.

You gave them a thumbs up, but your legs felt strangely heavy.

The tour had been incredible—but exhausting. Everyone on the cast and crew knew about your chronic illness. They'd all gently reminded you to pace yourself, to rest when you needed to.

The problem was...you hated letting people down.

So you'd kept pushing.

Just one more rehearsal.

One more interview.

One more performance.

You barely made it behind the curtain before the adrenaline disappeared.

Your vision blurred.

Your breathing became shallow.

The hallway suddenly felt much longer than it had seconds ago.

"...Hey?"

You heard a familiar voice.

Malachi.

He'd just finished greeting a few crew members when he spotted you leaning heavily against a flight case.

His smile vanished instantly.

"Babe?"

You tried to answer.

"I'm fi—"

The words caught as your knees threatened to buckle.

Malachi was beside you before you could fall.

"Whoa, hey."

One arm wrapped securely around your waist while the other steadied your shoulders.

"I've got you."

You let out a shaky breath.

"I just...need a second..."

"You've been saying that for three days."

His voice wasn't angry.

Just worried.

Really worried.

A nearby stage manager noticed and hurried over.

"She okay?"

Malachi shook his head.

"I think she pushed herself too hard."

"I'll grab medical."

"No," you whispered automatically.

Malachi looked down at you.

"Baby."

"I'm okay..."

"You can barely stand."

You looked away, guilt washing over you.

"I didn't want to miss anything."

"I know."

"I didn't want everyone covering for me."

His thumb rubbed slow circles against your arm.

"They'd rather cover one performance than watch you collapse."

Several cast members peeked around the corner, concern immediately replacing their post-show excitement.

"You alright?" one asked quietly.

Another handed Malachi a bottle of water.

Someone else disappeared to find your emergency bag without even being asked.

Nobody looked annoyed.

Nobody looked inconvenienced.

Just...concerned.

That somehow made tears sting your eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Malachi frowned.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"I keep slowing everyone down."

"You don't."

"I do."

"You literally don't."

He crouched slightly so he could look you in the eyes.

"You know what everyone says after your performances?"

You blinked.

"They say you're incredible."

A small smile tugged at your lips.

"They also say they wish you'd stop pretending you're not running on fumes."

You gave a weak laugh.

"Guilty."

"I'd rather have you resting backstage than smiling through something that's making you miserable."

You leaned your forehead against his shoulder, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

"I think I overdid it."

"I know."

His hand gently brushed your hair back.

"And that's okay."

A medic arrived, kneeling beside you to check your vitals while the crew quietly gave you space.

Malachi never let go of your hand.

Not once.

As the medic finished, they smiled reassuringly.

"Looks like she's exhausted more than anything. She needs fluids, food, and actual rest."

Malachi nodded immediately.

"Hear that?"

You sighed dramatically.

"So...you're telling me I can't go help strike the stage?"

He laughed.

"Absolutely not."

"What if I supervise?"

"No."

"I could cheer everyone on?"

"Nope."

"What if—"

He kissed your forehead before you could continue.

"Your only job tonight is letting people take care of you."

You looked around.

The cast had already started cleaning up without complaint.

Someone had brought over your favorite blanket from the tour bus.

Another crew member was setting up a quiet corner with a chair so you could rest comfortably.

Everyone was smiling at you—not because they expected anything in return, but because they cared.

Your eyes filled again.

"I really am lucky."

Malachi squeezed your hand.

"You are."

He smiled warmly.

"And next time your body says it's done..."

You sighed with a sheepish grin.

"...I listen."

"Good."

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders as you settled into the chair, your head naturally finding its place against him.

The concert might have been over.

But for the first time all week, you finally let yourself rest.

[garlicbreadmustdie]

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Quick question for the supernatural OC community

in a post war world, supernaturals are forced to hide among humans. your oc slips up and reveals their true nature/power in a public place.

my oc, jaz, saw the whole thing. what does your oc do?

lie lie lie and say it was a magic trick

panic and run

corner jaz and threaten her to keep quiet

beg jaz not to report them

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smth else??

drop ur oc’s name in the comments and what they would do! let’s swap feedback <3

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[lacilou]

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