Genya slid the shoji open quietly, nearly calling out your name to let you know he was home until he froze at the sight in front of him.
His lips parted, a whisper of breath before he slid the door shut behind him.
The light of the window let the moonlight stream into the room, cascading over your frame as you laid curled in the futon. Your leg was sticking out of the blanket, hair falling over the pillow as you rested facing away from him.
You looked beautiful. Serene and peaceful.
Genya padded over quietly, placing his gun on the ground next to his futon before he began removing his uniform to don his sleep robe. Despite the season getting colder, you insisted on sleeping with the window open. ‘It’s cozy that way’ you had claimed. He huffed an amused noise as he noted the way your bare foot stuck out of the blankets.
He slipped into his futon, but not before he was reaching a hand out to hover over your blanket covered back. He could feel your warmth on his fingertips, something that made the itch of not seeing you for the past two days fade. For just one second. It wasn’t enough.
Among his duties to the Master as a demon slayer, his most important duty was to you.
Genya sighed, giving in to the desire of holding you close. Even if he woke you.
He carefully slid next to you, strong arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush to his front.
You stirred, startling awake as you realized someone was holding you. You went rigid until you felt the familiar raised skin of old scars under your fingertips, the calm breathing that had a tiny hitch. You frowned, knowing it meant that his ribs were bruised.
“I’m home.” He said gently, shushing you quietly. His lips twitched as you wriggled in his hold until you were facing him, resting your head back on the pillow.
You looked at him for a long moment.
A small smile found its way to your lips.
“Welcome home.” you whispered, hand finding his under the blanket. “Rest now.” It wasn’t a command, but more of a vow for what he would receive now that they were together sharing the same air.
Genya sighed, planting his head into his pillow. His dark eyes blinked slowly, muscles going lax for what felt like the first time in the last few days. His eyelids grew heavier the longer he looked at your face in the dim light, taking in the scent of your hair and the way the corner of your lips relaxed into a quiet smile. He could faintly feel your fingers trace over the skin of his cheek before he was getting sucked under the lull of sleep.
Based on some angst dialogue prompts:) 18+ suggested
-Jun
Tom panted, sweaty forehead flush with yours as the two of you shared the aftermath of the evening. There was a faint tremble in his arms as he avoided crushing you, his back stinging pleasantly from the way your nails had raked across the planes of muscle. He felt your fingers skimming over his shoulders, dancing over old scars. Even over the small scales that had popped up without meaning to.
“You’re shaking.” He murmured, noticing the slight tremor in your fingers as he watched your retreating hands rest over your chest.
“So are you.” You whispered, eyes blinking up at his muted LED screen. He breathed, noticing the way your hair fell across the pillow. The flush over your cheeks. The bruised bottom lip.
“This doesn’t mean anything.” He bit out suddenly, feeling the overwhelming rush of bittersweet memories from what felt like a lifetime ago. Moments that had ended just like this. Except there was an absence of quiet declarations of affection slipping between the two of you this time.
You huffed a small laugh, bringing him back to the present. You closed your eyes for a second before you were giving him a disbelieving look.
“Then why are you holding me like this?” You whispered, your hands flitting over the way his arms wrapped around your torso. As if he didn’t want to leave so soon. Tom grunted, still not moving.
“Shut up.”
“Tom.” You murmured, cupping his chin. His screen flickered, blinking down at you silently. “We can’t keep doing this.”
The man pursed his lips, eyes darting away. “Yeah?” He said quietly, moving to lay next to you on the bed.
“Yeah.” You whispered, turning to face him fully. His eyes traced over your curves before falling to your face. He took a breath. Another one. The time ticked by.
“I…have to go.” He said quietly, sitting up. He heard your sigh, the sound of sheets rustling as you tugged them up to cover your chest while you sat up.
“H-Hey guys!” Evil Jax stammered shyly, “I-I hope we all have a fun game, no matter who ends up winning.”
You turned to notice the pink rabbit’s demeanor, a part of you melting slightly as the complete opposite of your Jax fiddled with his hands like he was unsure what to do with them before he turned to head back onto the diamond. You felt Jax glower next to you, the purple rabbit looking at his roseate doppelganger’s retreating figure in near disgust.
“I wanna kill that guy.” He murmured, sagging against the bench with his arms crossed.
You stifled a giggle at his reaction, feeling the heavy weight of his stare fall on you as you looked across the diamond.
“What’s so funny, dollface?” He frowned, starting to get annoyed with how your bright eyes followed his counterpart during the pitch.
You shrugged, your legs swinging as you sat, toes barely touching the dirt below.
“He seems nice.” You said in a bubbly tone, turning to look at your Jax with a smile. He glowered, looking away briefly from your gaze before his mean smirk was returning full force-but this time something felt off.
“So you prefer them nice and bubbly-an airhead like you, huh?” He leaned in, grin stretching wider as he saw the way you flinched slightly.
“N-no.” You pouted, looking up at your purple companion as he leaned in, “Just because he’s not mean like you doesn’t mean you can bully him.”
“Oh?” Jax’ voice curled around you like a snake, “And what are you gonna do about it, tiny?” He bit out, yellow eyes cutting over to his counterpart for a second too long. Oh. So that’s what this was.
“Are you jealous, Jax?” You whispered, tipping your head to the side, suddenly feeling ecstatic.
“What?” His face fell, his eyes darting to yours. “No…that’s stupid. Who would be jealous of some pink idiot rabbit.”
“A purple idiot rabbit.” You giggled, shrinking slightly as he glared at you.
“Whatever.” He murmured, crossing his arms tightly over his chest again as he hunched back against the bench. “Just watch the stupid game.”
“Darling.” He mumbled lowly, handsome nose pressing into my shoulder softly. I mumbled, eyes remaining closed as I laid back against his bare chest. He shifted slightly in the water, arms tightening around my middle as he pressed me closer to him in the bath. “Don’t fall asleep yet.”
I sighed through my nose, tilting my head to rest against his. He kissed the crown of my head, humming when my hand tightened for a second around his thigh.
“It’s so comfortable though.” I murmured softly, blinking my eyes open. The candles lit around the tub gave the perfect amount of light as the atmosphere continued to remain calm and soothing.
“I’m glad you think using me as your personal pillow is comfortable.” He snarked without any real sharpness, earning a huff.
“Well, you are quite comfortable.” I teased, tipping my head to kiss the side of his neck. His hand lifted out of the water to trace up my throat, cupping my chin to tilt my face. His dark eyes fell to my lips, the small flickering flames of the bathroom reflecting in them. He pressed closer, breath ghosting over my skin for a tense moment before we were kissing. I hummed, feeling the way the arm around my waist gripped onto my side in desire. I parted from him, his eyes flickering down to my lips before I was shifting to rest our chests together. His arms loosened enough for me to move, the water in the tub sloshing slightly
“You’re so beautiful.” His rich voice murmured, eyes gazing down at me. I smiled gently, fingers cradling his face and moving some of the wet strands out of his eyes.
“You think so?” I asked gently, his arms winding around my waist like they belonged there. I suppose they did.
“Of course,” He said, nose brushing my own as he closed his eyes, “You’re mine.”
My chest warmed, eyes turning into crescents as I peppered his face with kisses. A deep rumble of a chuckle escaped him as I did, his hold tightening around my waist.
“What would I do without your little kisses, hm?” He murmured, his onyx eyes fluttering open. I smiled softly. They held something soft, though tired.
“You’d probably crumble away.” I whispered with a smile, his face tipping into my hands.
“Highly doubtful.” He drawled, leaning back in the tub. My eyes flickered over the way his chest expanded as he breathed deeply, my legs slipping forward to straddle him as he readjusted himself. My fingers splayed over his chest, feeling the thrum under my fingers of his heart. His hand reached to wrap around my wrists softly, bringing one of my hands up to press against his mouth.
“I love you.” I whispered, watching the way his dark eyes fixed on mine.
“And I, you, my dear,” He murmured.
We stayed in the bath until we were prunes, the two of us helping the other stand as the water drained from the tub.
It wasn’t every day he had enough time for a long bath, restoring the feeling of longing for one another after the tedious school year was over. Now, with the summer stretched out in front of us, we would have time again to spend with one another unabashedly.
Summary: Severus lives, but wakes up at St.Mungos without knowing where you were. Despite his fatigue and the annoying pressure on his throat, he wishes to see you sooner than later. Luckily, you were just a call away.
*told in the first person pov*
“I need to see you.” His voice rolled over roughly through the phone line. I sighed tiredly, wrapping the phone cord around my fingers anxiously. The clock ticked on, showing the ungodly hour it was.
“I won’t be able to visit until tomorrow, my love.” I said softly, eyes lingering on his empty armchair in the living room. There was a raspy cough from the other end, my own throat constricting as the familiar sadness crept over my chest.
“Please.” His low voice murmured, taking on a deeper rasp from the damage caused by the basilisk’s punishing bite to his throat. I swallowed, blinking back tears.
“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I said reassuringly, fingers releasing the phone cord. There was a sound of a hum through the line, before he was saying a quick goodbye. I breathed, closing my eyes for a second before I was quickly gathering my things to apparate from the backyard to the front of St.Mungos.
I used a disillusionment spell before stepping through the doors, carefully avoiding the nurse at the front desk with baited breath. It took only a few moments of quiet treading down a wing before I was standing in front of his door. Of course I didn’t need to be told what room he was in, having visited countless times that the number was etched into my eyelids.
I didn’t knock, simply swinging the door open.
And there he was, looking as beautiful as ever. As tired as ever. I swallowed thickly. He sat on the edge of the bed, dark hair longer than it was during the entirety of the battle. His dark eyes pinned me to the entryway, before they were skirting down to what I was wearing. I had worn one of his old jumpers, one that he had almost forgotten about.
He murmured my name lowly, his voice lulling me to him. I walked over to his bed, unable to help myself as I wrapped my arms around him. His arms went around my waist, pressing his face into my shoulder. I separated from him, just enough to cup his face, my heart cracking at the look of vulnerability in his eyes.
“I’m here.” I whispered, kissing his temple. His grip on me tightened, mumbling something into my shoulder that I couldn’t catch. I caressed the back of his head, running my fingers gently through the bed-addled tangles in it.
“Your hair is so long.” I whispered wondrously. He nodded, nose nudging against my neck with a light huff. He reached up to pet my own hair, fingers weaving through the locks until they nestled tenderly against my scalp. A shiver ran down my spine at the sensation.
“I missed you, Sev.” I whispered into the crown of his head, kissing his hair. He sighed, inhaling deeply as if he needed to remind himself of the scent of home.
Something he hadn’t felt in months.
“Those dunderheads kept you from me.” He grumbled, arms pulling me unbelievably closer. I was wedged between his thighs and his chest, even though I was smaller, he still leaned on me as if I’d disappear.
“Never again.” I murmured, feeling him nod against my throat. I pulled back slightly, making him tilt his head to search my gaze. I gently tilted his head to the side, eyes finding the black claw of the scar on his throat. His eyes averted my face as I examined, a low breath escaping him.
“Does it hurt?” I asked, something he must have had to answer throughout his months here. He shook his head, flicking his head to escape my fingers. My hand fell back down to clutch onto his shoulder.
“Not unless I press against it.” His voice rasped out. I nodded, my grip on his shoulders squeezing lightly.
“I'm sorry.” I whispered.
“Stop.” He cut in, dark eyes zeroing on my face. “It’s not your fault.” I pursed my lips, caressing his face. He leaned his head to chase after my hand.
“If anything you did more than what these…healers…have done for me in the last few months.” His words were careful but inexplicably sincere. I swallowed, eyes catching the soft look in his gaze.
“I wish I could’ve done more.” I murmured, leaning my forehead against his. He shook his head lightly, watching as I closed my eyes.
“There’s only so much you could’ve done in such little time.” He murmured huskily, “I could've died.” My eyes flicked open, now with furrowed brows.
“Don’t say that.” I shook my head, tucking my face into his shoulder now. “It’s something I've had to imagine over and over again on my own without you at the house.” His lips parted, the few white strands in his hair catching the flickering candle light of the hospital room.
“Dear.” He murmured, large hand cupping the back of my head. I sighed, closing my eyes.
“Sorry.” He said quietly. I parted with him, smoothing over his cheek.
“Are you feeling tired?” I asked, knowing the late hour that it was. Despite the time, it seemed like he was keeping awake through sheer force.
He shook his head, eyes still lingering on my face.
“I’ve been resting for the past six months.” He muttered darkly, arms still tight around my middle. “I don’t need more.”
“You absolutely do.” I huffed a laugh, smoothing over the back of his head. “The more you rest the faster you heal, love.” He groaned, rolling his eyes.
“All I need is you right now.” He murmured. I gasped lightly in surprise as he dragged me down to the hospital bed with him. I pushed against his chest lightly, seeing the way his dark eyes trained on mine.
“You shouldn’t strain yourself like that.” I reprimanded lightly, his arm slung over my hip as he adjusted his head on the pillow. He rolled his eyes, the man looking more animated now that the war was over. A blessing I didn’t know I was missing.
“You’re as light as a feather.” He said, fingers squeezing my hip. I shook my head, thinking he was ridiculous.
“Stay here with me.” He said quietly, onyx eyes holding something vulnerable. I smoothed the hair out of his face, brushing softly over his cheek bones and lacrimal.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I whispered. He nodded imperceptibly, the corner of his mouth tilting upwards. “I am tired though.”
He nodded, understanding. “Sleep then.”
“The nurses are going to be so mad.” I mused, eyes searching his. They yield no doubt or regret.
“Let them. They’ve done nothing but cause me headache while I was in my coma.” I snickered, moving closer to him as he sneered.
“Darling, they’re just doing their job.” I teased, curling closer to him as he pulled me in. His chin rested over my head now, my eyes skirting over the black branching scar wistfully on the side of his neck.
“I missed you as well.” The man murmured quietly after a moment, almost a whisper. I laid a gentle kiss on the scar, feeling his pulse thrum against my lips.
“Amorcita…” He crooned in your ear, making you flinch against the craggy wall of the alleyway. The man had cornered you finally after a chase that left you winded. You tried to shake him off, but his hands clutched yours against the harsh wall with threatening force level with your head.
“¿Por qué corres?” The hulking man rumbled out, tone suddenly a lot less sweet than it was before. His piercing red eyes met your fearful ones, a glint of something flashing in them before they were looking away to the entrance of the alley. He gave a low whistle, hungry gaze finding yours again.
“You ran far, muñeca.” He began, shifting his weight so that he was pressing a large leg into the meat of your thigh. He clicked his tongue then. “But, not fast enough to get away.”
You whimpered as he brought his face closer to your neck, feeling your heart thrum in your chest as his lips lightly grazed the warm skin over your jugular. You felt the way he inhaled against your skin, a deep rumble rolling through his chest as he left a surprisingly soft kiss on your throat.
A squeak left you as he quickly slid your hands into a harsh clasp over your head, your shoulder blades pressing into the surface behind you. He had a large hand wrapped lightly around your neck, his thumb pressing incessantly into your fluttering pulse.
“Miguel.” You whined, his grasp on you tightening slightly. A glint of a fang in the dying light made you squirm.
“Use your words, chiquita.” Your husband grumbled out, tone turned into one of teasing. You squirmed further, gasping as he pressed his thigh firmer in between your legs. You refused to rut against him, as much as you desperately wanted to.
“Aw, come on, baby.” Miguel let out a chuckle, using a thumb to raise your chin to meet his hungry gaze.
“Mm’no.” You whined, gasping as he released your hands from above your head to grip your hips to him.
“I know you want me, sweetheart.” He rumbled out, claws making their way under your shirt. “I could smell your want the second you left the mansion. Making me chase you like the minx you are.”
You licked over your bottom lip, feeling your own fangs under your tongue.
“Fine.” You huffed, finally pressing yourself against the bigger man. He gave you a sultry smirk, tan skin catching the remnants of the setting sun beautifully. “Take me home, Miguel.” You acquiesced.
Summary: Nanami Kento, a man thought dead by many of his associates, finally wakes up in the hospital after receiving near fatal wounds. Shibuya would be remembered as a hard fought battle full of bloodshed and strife. It wouldn't claim his life, however. A fate you were eternally grateful for.
tw: none
Nanami woke with a start, pain blooming across his chest as the beeping got louder in his head. His vision swam, breathing labored as he lifted a shaky hand to grab at his temple.
"K-Kento?" A voice filtered in through the roaring clamoring around his skull, attention snapping to the source only to find you.
Your brilliant eyes usually filled with humor and warmth were now shiny with unshed tears that clung to your lashes. He opened his mouth to speak, only being interrupted by a dry cough that escaped him as he choked on his spit.
"Oh," you quickly got up from the bedside chair, the seat nearly toppling with your abrupt departure as you reached for a cup of water at his bedside. "Here, easy."
Nanami took a second as he gathered himself before letting you tip the water into his parted lips, feeling the way you caressed the back of his head. Your fingers had slipped between the pillow and his neck, tracing random patterns into the short hair there. You took the cup after he managed a few sips, your eyes softening as his body relaxed once he realized who you were. He tried to speak again, wincing when the pain flooded back into his senses.
"It's ok, you're in the hospital, Ken." You started, hand in hand with his larger one. His eye widened, brow furrowing as he blinked wildly when he realized his left eyesight was impacted from the bandages over it. You smoothed over his arm, mouth in a thin line.
"You could have died, Kento." Your breath shuddered, eyes closing. "Shoko did a lot and the others on the medical team did as well, but they could only save so much." Your eyes filled with tears again, bending down to press your forehead to his enclosed hand.
Nanami blinked, the memories of the prior battle were still a bit fuzzy but he certainly remembered Mahito. Mahito. And the hit he took.
And Yuji.
"L-Love..." He said shakily, voice cracking. Your eyes snapped open, training on him.
"I'm just happy we didn't lose you, Ken." You whispered, pressing kisses onto his knuckles. The ruddy skin had been split, the small cuts having been treated already.
Nanami sighed, head resting back with his eye closed. His hand squeezed yours, bandaged chest expanding with a stunted breath.
You sat up slightly at the sight of the tear streaking down his angular cheek, fingers swiping it away soothingly.
"Oh, baby." You breathed, getting up to hold his head gently to your chest as you tried your best to resist wrapping around him. He breathed in your comforting familiar scent, uninjured cheek pressing further into the sound of your fluttering heart. His eye opened suddenly, head tilting.
"Y-Yuji?" He rasped out, IV-ladened hand landing on your elbow weakly.
You separated from him, reaching for his hand again.
"He's fine, he made it out okay. He's here actually. He was so happy to hear you were alive." you said tenderly. He closed his eye, seemingly placated.
You smoothed over his chest lightly, fingers grazing the texture of the bandages wrapped around his middle.
"It's going to be okay, Ken." You said softly. There was only the consistent beeping of the heart monitor, a noise you never knew you would be so grateful for.
It meant Kento was alive. You hadn't lost him yet.
You closed your eyes. There was going to be a lot of recovery he had to go through. But you knew-vowed-you would be there with him every step of the way.
OH OH UHMMMMM WHATCHA THINK ABOUT A LITTLE DRABBLE OF TORD TAKING CARE OF SICK READER?? I’m sick and I’m in HORRIBLE misery :(
NO RUUUSHHH!! <333
Sorry this took a while to get to anon, I hope you felt better not long after you sent this ask! Enjoy the sick fic fluff:)
-Jun
Sick Fic(Tord x Reader Fluff)
tw: none
Tord looked down at his watch, noticing the way it showed just past 10 in the morning. He had let you sleep in, knowing you had a late night yesterday, despite your shared texts of you promising you’d be ready for him to be over no later than 9am, before you had gone to sleep. Now he was at your door, having knocked once and not hearing a peep. He squinted at the door like it was going to open for him.
“Where…” He muttered, deciding to take matters into his own hands and seek you out from your bedroom window. Wasn’t the first time he did this. He had gotten an earful from you the last time he did it though. He smirked, you were cute when you were flustered. Especially if he was the one to make you flustered.
But before he could step from the porch, the door opened. His mouth parted to greet you in that playfully annoying way he always did before the words were dying in his throat at the sight of you.
Your shirt was rucked up slightly, showing a peek of the soft skin of your stomach, pajama pants barely covering mismatched socks. His gray eyes snapped back to your face, hearing the way you sniffled and instantly noticed the pink of your nose and the fatigue apparent in your features. It looked like you hadn’t slept a wink despite your sleep-rumpled appearance.
“So you’re sick." He stated more than asked, earning an eye roll from you.
“Yeah, sorry, I meant to message you earlier that you shouldn’t come over, but I fell back asleep before I could.” You murmured, voice sounding scratchy as hell. Near a croak. He frowned. Stepping forward easily, he laid the back of his hand against your forehead, clicking his tongue in disapproval at the temperature he was met with.
“Can’t you do anything right.” He scoffed quietly, moving through your doorway before you could respond. “I’m staying here with you. You clearly can't take care of yourself in this state.”
“I-” You began, feeling like you should defend yourself.
“No, you’re getting back into bed while I make you something to eat and get you medicine.” He turned back to you, noticing the way you hadn't moved from the door. “You haven’t eaten yet have you?” You shrunk back sheepishly. He tisked.
“Klovn, get back to bed.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he heard you scuffle in place. He opened his eyes, seeing the way you held yourself when you were self conscious. His gaze softened slightly.
You blinked as he approached you in that calm way of his, eyes searching your tired ones. You felt awful honestly. You woke up to a dry scratchy throat, an irritated stuffy nose, and your skin felt as though it was too tight for your bones. Awful. And he could see it in the way you watched him blearily. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, thumb drawing soothing circles over your heated skin.
“My søt, you need to rest in order to feel better.” He leaned in softly, lips meeting your forehead. He pulled back with a frown, not liking the fever that wracked your body. “Let me take care of you.” He murmured, looking at the way you blinked slowly. It looked like you were about to cry. He tucked you into his arms, pressing your head lightly into his shoulder as you sank into his embrace with a sniffle. It was a few moments of the two of you standing there before he was humming at your little nod and ‘thank you’ you laid against his neck. “Go. Bed.” He ordered, pushing you away lightly.
You sniffled, this time from your stuffy nose.
“Okay.” You said weakly, turning back to head down the hallway to your bedroom. “Don’t burn the kitchen down.” You heard the way he grumbled loudly at your retreating back as you grinned to yourself.
*
You blinked awake at the light prodding to your arm over the covers, turning with a grumble as you saw Tord looking down at you the way a cat greets you in the mornings.
“I need you to try eating something before you sleep more, kjære.” He said softly, voice tender in a way you hadn’t heard from him in a while. The first time was when he uttered the three words that made you melt after your first real fight. His gaze was as honest as he’d ever been, the look made you feel something you had carefully tucked into your ribs for later.
You pouted, tucking your chin into the blanket as you tugged it up with a hand. He huffed, amused.
“Come on.” He coaxed you with a kiss to your forehead, helping you sit up as you stared at the bowl with a small bit of soup. Your eyebrows raised, looking back up at him as he sat next to you. You knew you didn’t have any canned chicken soups lying around, having run out of them last week from a couple weeks of late nights at work.
“What?” Tord squinted at you as if offended. “You know I can cook sometimes.” Making you smile at his tone. He pushed the bowl into your hands, arms crossing over his chest in wait as you brought the spoon to your lips. Though you barely could smell it through your stuffy nose, you favored the warmth the porcelain seeped into your fingers. He watched in patient silence as you nearly finished the small portion before you were handing the bowl back to him. Only a small bit of the soup left. “Thank you.” You whispered, closing your eyes as the warmth of the soup eased your throat some.
“No sleeping yet, nydelig.” He murmured, shifting to turn to the table at your bedside, picking up the medicine you had stashed away behind your bathroom sink cabinet. “This should help you feel better too. Disgusting, but you have to take it.” He saw the way you grimaced as he handed you the bottle, taking the cap off for you and the dose cup it came with. You blinked as you watched him pour the medicine for you, the amber liquid looking unappealing.
“Down the hatch.” He said, raising his brows at your hesitance. “You were practically shoving this down my throat when I was sick, don’t make me do that to you.” He huffed, earning a whine.
“Fine.” You grumbled, tipping your head back to swallow the medicine quickly. You gagged at the taste, shaking your head as he chuckled. You knocked his arm with yours, handing the bottle and cap to him.
“There we go.” He said, kissing the back of your hand before he got up to take the bowl and medicine back to the kitchen and bathroom respectively. You watched him go, head still feeling muddy with tiredness as you laid back down. You turned, laying on your side now as you fiddled with the loose thread of the pillow case. His footsteps padded down the hallway to your room again, door closing slightly behind him until there was only a crack of light between the sunlight of the hallway and the dimness of your room. The Norwegian moved to the other side of the bed, mattress big enough for the two of you to sleep comfortably together. You looked at him in surprise again.
“You’ll get sick.” You whispered, watching the way he shrugged noncommittally. He took his phone out before moving under the blanket with you.
“I’ll be fine, go back to sleep. You’ll feel better.” He said, squinting down at the screen before scrolling up. You sighed, tucking a cough into the blanket around your fist. He looked at you then, eyes roving over your face. He turned to face you, fingers tucking hair away from your face.
“Sleep.” He whispered, caressing your cheek as your eyes fluttered shut.
“Thank you.” You whispered again, tucking your chin back under the sheets.
“Klovn.” Tord muttered,
“Don’t thank me for this.” Was all you heard before you drifted to sleep.
One of my absolute favorite tropes is
“We have taken the one you love most!”
“Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao”
*distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes*
or the flipside:
“We’ve kidnapped you!”
“You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.”
*DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES*
and the alternate:
*vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away*
“Did you get kidnapped??”
“For a minute yeah”
tw: mentions of his drinking problem and dependency on alcohol, arguing, and self hatred
Tom’s feet dragged on the carpet as he made his way towards his bedroom door, heels clinking past empty bottles of alcohol as he made his way to the bathroom. It had been a bad day, simply put it.
The two of you had argued about something stupid, and he knew it had been something stupidly small. The two of you could have talked it out calmly, if a little tense, but he just had to be an asshole and inflate it into a full blown yelling match between the two of you. He groaned at the memory, remembering the way tears brimmed in your eyes by the end of it. The two of you had started arguing in the car of all places, when he was just about to drop you off at your place.
The worst way to end things. All he got was a look of hurt on your face before you were slamming the car door in his. He had huffed, fuming as he made his way home from the way you reacted.
Tom knew inherently that it had been a totally reasonable reaction, but in that moment full of anger and frustration, it’s all he could think about. He staggered to the frame of the bathroom door, waiting only a second before his stomach was rolling again.
He had been rotting away in bed the rest of the day, taking out the alcohol he hadn’t touched in a long while since the two of you started going out. It was always his fall back when things went horrible. And things were definitely horrible.
Tom blinked, bleary eyed as the nausea rolled over him above the toilet bowl. He felt gross, he always did after drinking as much as he did today. But that wouldn’t stop him from replaying the memories from earlier. Why did he have to push everything good away from him?
He nestled his head in the crook of his elbow as he rested against the toilet seat, waiting for the nausea to subside. He should probably drink water or something other than straight vodka. It’s not like he deserved it though. His head was still spinning as he leaned back against the coolness of the wall behind him.
“Fuck.” He murmured, wincing as the movement made him nauseous. God, he hated himself.
“I fucking can’t deal with this anymore.” Edd seethed, knocking your hand away as you reached for his arm. You pressed yourself against the wall in surprise, hands now clasped against your chest as you watched the way Edd paced around the room. The two of you had been discussing what big plans Red Leader had for the next few weeks, moving closer and closer into ceasing two more rebellion groups.
“Edd, please. You can’t just go. He’ll find you, hunt you down.” Edd slammed a fist into the wall, leaving a dent. “Calm down-”
“No, I don’t believe how you think this is the future that’s right for us. Running and hiding, rolling over whenever he decides we can, can’t be the life you thought you’d have when we were younger.” He turned to you, the big man looming over you. He softened slightly at the sight of your shiny eyes. “I just want you to be safe.” He remedied, reaching a hand down to clasp yours.
“I want you safe too. And I know that this isn’t the solution.” You swallowed, smoothing your fingers over his knuckles. He shook his head.
“I have to try.” He murmured, moving back out of your reach. He turned to look over his shoulder. “And if you’re not coming with me, then…I’ll see you when I see you.”
“Edd-” You moved towards him, startled. He was talking like a mad man. You had never seen him so frantic for something. Your anger and confusion deflected to thoughts of Red Leader. If he had never come to power all those years ago, hurting Edd and his friends, the two of you would have never been in this situation. He would still be the goofy, gentle giant you fell in love with all those years ago.
“I’m sorry,” He muttered your name, looking down at you with empty eyes, “I have to do this. Be safe until I return. This will all be over.” He turned his attention to the wretched watch he hadn’t taken off since he got it a week ago. He had come home that day looking like a man haunted, clutching around his arm as though it was going to be ripped from him. The two of you had gone into hiding immediately after. Edd turned the bigger dial around the watch face, clicking it back a couple of times before he was looking at you again.
“Please, don’t do this.” You pleaded weakly, knowing that it wasn’t going to stop him. Once Edd had been settled on something, he wasn’t going to budge. Him working for the Red Army had made all his rough edges even harsher. He pursed his lips, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry.” Was all he got out before his figure was engulfed with bright light. You winced as you squeezed your eyes closed, reaching an arm up to protect your face. You were blinking stars out of your eyes as you opened them, feeling faint when you realized he was gone. Just like he was never there to begin with.
You sank to your knees, feeling the weight of everything finally consume you. How could he do this to you?
HELLO!!! based on ur most recent Edd request, can i request something similar but with tom and/or tord?
Hi Anon,
It might not be the same playful vibe as the one with Edd, but I think anything with Red Leader needs a little more;)
Enjoy!
-Jun
Early Mornings
Tord(Red Leader) x Reader Fluff
Tw: mentions of previous burn scars
You woke slowly, feeling sluggish in the early morning of the day. You had settled onto your right side before you woke up, gripping the bedsheet as you stretched your arms out over the bed. The quiet moan you let out with the stretch turned unto a hum as an arm wrapped around your middle. Despite the early time that you didn’t like waking up at, this was usually the time Tord got up for work. The hand smoothed over the warm skin under your pajama shirt, the Norwegian’s nose burrowing into the back of your neck. Surprisingly he kept still instead of immediately rolling out of bed with a kiss. You waited a few seconds, expecting him to stir again but being surprised at the light snore he let out in amidst your hair. You stifled a noise, moving an arm to caress his side as his front was pressed flush against your back. He usually never cuddled this much in the mornings, but you weren’t complaining.
The puffs of his breath tickled the back of your neck the longer you laid there, making you squirm away from him.
“Don’t leave.” He croaked out roughly, making you turn your head to look over your shoulder at him. His eye was still closed, brows pinched together. A frown tugged at his lips, only being soothed when you ran a hand over his cheek as you turned in his hold.
“I’m not leaving,” You whispered teasingly, moving to place a kiss over the crease in his brow. It eased significantly as you ran your fingers through his dusty blond hair. The hand that was around your waist, smoothed over your skin as he moved back from being plastered against you. You missed his warmth as he shifted away enough to look at you. His stormy grey eye traced over the features of your face for a second longer before he was leaning in to give you a peck on the lips.
“You ok?” You whispered after a second, knowing that he usually wasn’t this affectionate right off the bat in the morning. He nodded shortly, nuzzling into the hand that was resting against his cheek.
“Mareritt.” He murmured into the quiet between you two. Your eyes softened, moving close to leave another kiss to his forehead.
“I’m here, you’re ok.” You assured him quietly, smoothing a thumb over the skin just below his left eye. With gently fingers, his sleep patch was removed from over his other eye. You couldn’t help but flush quietly as he watched-almost reverently-as you leaned to place it on the nightstand.
“Jeg elsker deg.” He whispered, reaching for your hand as you moved to lay back down comfortably by his side. You gave him a small smile, bringing his hand up to your lips. You kissed his knuckles, taking care to kiss over the newly bruised skin lightly. Most days he came back unscathed, but some days were worse than others.
“Come back to me in one piece today.” You said to him, seeing the way his silver eye flashed in recognition.
“As much of me as I can bring back.” He let out a huff. You rolled your eyes, smile tugging at your lips.
“Alright, Red Leader.” You teased, earning a nip to your own knuckle as he laced your fingers together in his hold.
“Careful, I may not be so gentle with the rest of you later.” He replied, smirk playing over his mouth as you gave him a look.
“Only if you get home at a good time.” You shot back, making him scoff quietly.
“Only for you.” Tord answered, starting to sit up. Your eyes followed him, watching in appreciation as the covers slipped from his chest. The scars adorning his body looked faint in the early light of the morning. Adorning the planes of muscle carefully sculpted through years of training and fighting. For everything he’s ever wanted to build for you and him. An empire.
You were about to say something before he leaned down, tipping your chin up with a finger and kissing you on the mouth again. You hummed into it, feeling him nip your bottom lip as he pulled back.
“Du har mitt hjerte.” You murmured as he slipped out of the bed. He smiled, something small and quiet. The scars on the right side of his face stretched slightly as he did so.
“I know.” He turned around, giving you his back. You saw the burn scars and small ones that were left behind from his past life as he lifted his arms to stretch. He sighed as he leaned to grab his robotic prosthetic from next to the night stand. You closed your eyes as you heard it click, knowing the way it perfectly aligned onto the tailored cap over his arm.
Tord moved to the wardrobes around the room, piecing together his uniform one by one. Putting together his armor for the day. He was quiet in the way he always was in the mornings. Until he turned back around to you, catching sight of the wide look.
“What?” He asked, shifting as he fit his boots on. The high collar of his jacket feathered over his cheekbone before he glanced at you.
“Just you.” You breathed. The Red Leader was standing in your room. “Tord Larsson.” You hummed, relaxing slightly.
“Just to you.” He replied back, moving to your side on the bed. You leaned back, eyes tracing over all of him. He seemed so powerful. “Stay out of trouble.” He murmured, leaning down to give you one more kiss before he was leaving the room.
You watched as he left through the door, head hitting the pillows again at the resounding click. What a morning.
if requests are open I wouls loooooove a super fluffy silly edd x reader (gender nautral pref) I just wanna snuggle him so bad I wanna kiss him upppp
A/N: Hey Anon, thanks for the suggestion! Man, I should write more things featuring the cola king himself. I hope you enjoy!
-Jun
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Snuggles: Edd x Reader(fluff)
tw: none
You woke up slowly, a groan escaping your lips at the crushing weight so presently on top of you. Your eyes cracked open, faced with a head full of brown messy hair as your boyfriend slept soundly on top of you. You nudged your boyfriend on the shoulder sleepily, feeling his head nuzzle further into your neck as if out of spite.
“Baby,” You mumble out in a whine, voice cracking around the edges from disuse throughout the night. You rolled your eyes as silence met you. Silence except for the snore that made its way between the curve of your neck and collarbone. You scoff, rolling your eyes as you try clawing the mattress besides you for some leverage. The sheets bunch up in your grip, doing nothing but mock you for your attempts.
“Baby, you’re lucky you’re a cute sleeper. I swear I’d boot you off bed privileges otherwise.” You teased, tracing a hand up his spine to bury your fingers in the shaggy hair at the back of his head. He groaned slightly at the feeling of you scratching his scalp, sleepily mumbling something against your neck.
The two of you had gone to bed curled up around each other, somehow finding your way under his bigger form at some point and sleeping soundly despite the weight. You and Edd had always joked that he was your weighted blanket, which you loved about sleeping with him, except when you needed to pee. Like right now. Your brows pinched at the thought.
“Babyyy.” You tried again, lightly tugging his hair between your fingers. You felt his arms wind around you, nuzzling into your chest. “I gotta go to the bathroom, honey bear. Get upppp.” You whined, finally dragging your free hand down under his sleep shirt that had ridden up during the night. Your nimble fingers traced idle patterns against the warm skin of his mid back before going in for the kill. Edd yelped in surprise as you began tickling him, bolting away from you suddenly.
“Okay, okay! I’m up.” He squirmed against the assault, starting to laugh. His giggles turned into high pitched squeals whenever you poked at his sides. You laughed along with him, cackling as he swatted your hands away like a cat.
“Aw, but you’re adorable when you get tickled.” You mused, sitting up on the bed to meet his glare.
“No fair, I was caught off guard.” He pouted, rolling on his back to stare up at the ceiling. He stretched, hands in fists above his head. His t-shirt rolled up, showing his cute tummy to which you stared unabashedly at. “Stop.” He whined, pulling his shirt down after a second of noticing your gaze.
“Hmm, no. You’re tummy’s cute.” You smiled, as he covered his face with his arm. “Alright, I'll leave you so I can go to the bathroom.” You got up, not before he reached out to grab your wrist. You looked back at him, eyebrows raised.
“C’mere.” He tugged you, bringing him closer to him. He cupped your face, smiling at you before he laid a big kiss on your cheek. You giggled, leaning to kiss him on the lips. He hummed, letting out a chuckle when you peppered kisses over his cheeks and forehead.
“Love ya.” He pressed a final kiss to your cheek, letting you go. Your cheeks warmed, shuffling towards the door before turning around.
“Love you too.” You blew a kiss at him cheekily. He laughed as you closed the door behind you.
Miguel pauses, looking up at you from the open files on the holographic screens in front of him.
“What do you mean…you’re pregnant?” He stammered, lips parted as he looked at you with empty eyes. His brow furrowed, searching your face as if you were joking.
Nerves started to swell inside you, hands finding their way over your stomach. Almost protective.
“Uhm, yeah, I’m a little over two months.” You say, feeling your words catch in your throat at the sight of his pale face. “Miguel? I know we didn’t plan it, but I just hope…I’d like to keep it.” You wait a second, feeling the air become tense as you paused to let him say something. Anything. He just stepped back from the holograms, arms shifting to cross over his chest.
“That’s why you were feeling sick.” He murmured, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. A scowl formed on his face. He almost looks constipated, a voice in your head offered unhelpfully.
“Miguel?” Your brow furrowed, head beginning to swirl with thoughts of the worst scenarios of how this could all end. He could get angry, you knew that. You knew of his temper. His penchant of throwing things during his tantrums. You resisted the urge to take a step back from him while he took a few short breaths, eyes drifting down to the ground. He stood like a tower, unmoving and unbreakable. But if you looked closer, you could tell that the announcement was weighing on him in the way his broad shoulders sagged.
“Please…Miguel…could you say something? We can talk about this.” You tried, slowly reaching a hand out towards his forearm. He still wasn’t looking at you, seemingly trapped in his head with whatever he was thinking.
His crimson eyes snapped to your hand as it got closer and rested gently over his forearm. You could have sworn a look of fear crossed his face.
“I…it caught me off guard.” He grunted out suddenly, unmoving from your touch despite his lack of eye contact. “Do you really want to keep it?” His voice sounded cold and clipped, making your hand falter.
“Yes, but if you really don’t want to have it, we…we can end this here.” You said, voice finding strength as you buried your fingers into your top. He looked at you then, surprising you at the subtle sheen over them.
“Miguel, what’s going on?” You asked, worry laced in your voice. He suppressed a shudder, moving forward towards you without a word. You froze, surprised again as he suddenly wrapped you in a tight hug. Strong hands finding their way across your back, searching.
“It’s just,” He started quietly, voice sounding thick with emotion over your shoulder, “You know I had a daughter once before, yeah?”
You nod against his shoulder, teeth finding your bottom lip as you slowly realized what had been plaguing him in the last few moments.
“Oh, Miguel.” You slightly moved back from his hold to look at him, eyes sad.
“I want you to keep it.” His crimson eyes gleamed in the light of his office, “I’m just…remembering what happened last time.” He cleared his throat.
Your hands found their way around his waist, tugging him closer to you. He dropped his head to the crown of yours, nosing the strands before leaving a kiss in your hair.
“Nothing would make me happier.” His voice was gentle as he dropped another kiss to your head. “I’m just afraid.” You reached up to rest a hand over his cheek, giving him a soft smile. A small and brave thing.
“We can take the leap together, and it won’t be like last time. We have a whole spider society that has our backs if anything goes wrong.” You said lightly, voice dropping into something gentle, “But seriously, I’d love to do this with you, only if you feel that you’re ready. I can’t imagine what it must have felt like for you before, and I understand your apprehension now.”
He shook his head, hands moving to cover your hand over your stomach.
“No, I’m ready. For you, I can do anything.” He huffed, thumbs smoothing over the material of your top. “Gabriela will forever be in my heart and mind, but creating life with you…it’s all I could have dreamed of.”
You gave a teary laugh, moving to press your face into his chest as he curled around you.
“I love you, Miggy.” You whispered, feeling his arms wound tighter around you.
You try to court medieval scribe Edd but your actions are ignored, only because Edd is really oblivious to them.
To your chagrin.
Every little flower left on the ground in front of his room’s door, blown away as soon as he opens it each morning. Each of the small notes of crudely drawn things by his notebook that get left behind in his haste to gather the mess of papers before he’s off to his liege’s quarters for the daily report. You progressively get frustrated, and yet strangely endeared, by his constant obliviousness. You didn’t think you’d go completely unnoticed by him. You were a chambermaid after all. Not that you were the only one, though.
He doesn’t notice the notes before its too late. He had found one stuck to the underside of his journal one slower morning, after all the papers were written and his mind wandered to the interesting chambermaid he had failed to talk to time and time again as the days progressed.
You felt like you had gone unnoticed until a vampire crashed into one of the unbarred windows of the castle late at night, a newly formed feral snarling and writhing on the cold brick of the castle floor. This part of the castle, the maid quarters weren’t usually protected as much compared to other parts of the castle unfortunately. You hear the crash and noise outside of your room, getting up quickly to peek through the crack of the door. The few other chamber maids stir in their beds, a few getting up as well to follow after you while the others move as far away from the door as possible.
A clawed hand quickly scrabbles past the crack in the doorway, grabbing at your long sleeve as you jump back from the fright. It latches tight onto you, pulling you towards it so close that you can feel its cold breath against your clavicle. No matter how hard you struggle, even with the meek help of a couple of the chambermaids trying to pull you free, you’re unable to detach yourself from the vampire’s grip.
A snarl rings out before it lunges at you. You see fangs glinting, mind buzzing in wait for a bite that doesn't come. Before it can sink its fangs into your flesh, a speared tip sits inches away from your face as the vampire suddenly shudders and begins to crumple at your feet. You scream as it collapses in a heap, your bloodshot eyes finding the frame of the guard who had run down the hall after hearing the commotion from the maid quarters.
You were too in shock that night to realize your arm had been sliced by the sharp talons of the vampire, large angry scratches that tore into your forearm. The other chamber maids ran to hold you up as you collapsed alongside the vampire’s stilled form.
*
Edd had caught wind of what had happened to you, chest suddenly filling with anxiety at the thought of you getting hurt. Even if neither of you had held a conversation, there was something about you that he admired every time he rounded the corner to his liege’s room. You would be doing your work, busying yourself with the chores around the castle and yet look beautiful. He had heard from other chamber maids that whispered behind your back that you were one of the only people besides him who could read. Probably because you were apparently raised outside of the kingdom before moving here for a better chance of life. He hadn’t gotten the courage to talk to you yet, instead deciding to watch you from afar with a light in his eye.
But now you apparently were in the infirmary after a vampire had attacked in the middle of the night. He knew he had his liege to report back to, but he really needed to see how you were doing.
In the end, he ended up by your side, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest under the sheet as your bandaged arm laid to your side. He’d sit by your side day by day reading his favorite books to you, leaving little notes at your bedside.
Until the day you’d wake up to an empty spot beside you and piles of written notes on the side table. Notes sharing dreams, desires, and small bouts of devotion from the only man in the castle you knew could write such a thing.
Okayyy so another little idea just popped into my head im just gonna write whatever comes to mind sorry if its booty😭😭
Over the past week, Mateo had noticed your growing exhaustion day after day. You weren’t doing as good in the field as you were before, being the great boyfriend he is, he confronted you about it that evening.
He knocked on your door before entering. “(Reader)? It’s me, can I come in?” He waited before your approval before opening the door. He saw you sitting at your desk huddled over a stack of paperwork, your head resting on your head while the other held a pen. He walked behind you leaning against the chair, looking at what those papers that were the cause of your sudden loss of energy.
“Ay mi amor, is this what your’e letting eat you alive?” He spoke softly as he hugged you from behind. “Not now Mateo, I have to finish this and turn it in to Brim by tomorrow,” you told him, focusing your attention back to the paperwork. Mateo softly frowned before he made a quick move to turn off the light.
“Gekko!” You yelled as you turned around to face him. He scooped you up in a giant hug before bringing you to your bed. “You need to rest, cariño, too much work is bad for you.” He spoke softly as he laid next to you, trapping you with cuddles. You fought back for a moment before finally giving in, softly giggling at him.
“How did I end up with someone as amazing as you?” You spoke as he caressed your hair. Gekko softly smiled, resting his chin on your head.
“Te amo, mi vida,”
“I love you too my love.”
Soon, the tiredness got the best of you, and you finally got the rest you needed thanks to your boyfriend.
[ gekko x gn!reader ] gekko has a nightmare. wingman goes to find the person that he knows gekko finds comfort in — you. wc: 1.6k
a/n: this is a continuation of this gekko fic, but this can be read as a stand alone.
the red lines that made up the time on your alarm clock read 3:28 am. it took another few moments before you realized what exactly had woken you up; there was someone tapping at the door. you groaned to signal that you were awake, still too half-asleep to form words but not asleep enough to be able to ignore it.
feeling your way along the wall, your hands finally find the door. you open it, but when you peer outside there is no one to be found. that is until you hear a warbling sound at your feet. through your sleep-blurred vision, you look down to find wingman.
he was shifting his weight from one of his stubby little legs to the other, and was now emitting a low whine. was he… worried? anxious? something was wrong. there had to be. why else would he be at your door at three in the morning, if not because something was wrong?
“hey, buddy,” you spoke softly. “what’s wrong?”
he gave you another high-pitched noise before beginning to scramble down the hallway. as expected, he stopped in front of gekko’s opened bedroom door. you hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should step in. it wasn’t your room, and while gekko and you were friends, it wasn’t as if he had given you the right to walk into his room at any given moment. even then, shouldn’t you knock first?
biting back that thought, you knew that wingman wouldn’t have retrieved you from your room in the dead of night for nothing. you followed him through the opened doorway and attempted to follow him through the dark room.
eventually, you heard the tapping of his claws on the ground and then the rustling of sheets; presumably, wingman was trying and failing to jump up onto the bed until he finally succeeded.
that theory was confirmed a few seconds later, as he finally turned on the lamp situated on the nightstand. he gargled in annoyance, closed his eyes, and shook in a way akin to a wet dog. with his eyes now adjusted to the light, he turned around and clambered his way over to sit on gekko’s chest.
the man in question was sound asleep. he was wearing a black t-shirt and gray sweatpants, dark green blanket tangled around one leg and covering half of his chest. his breaths were steady and shallow, every few breaths emitting the remnants of a snore. nothing seemed to be wrong.
at the end of the bed, dizzy seemed to have stolen a portion of the blanket for herself and was asleep in the nest she’d made of it.
“mateo?” you called his name gently at first.
he didn’t move. not that you would expect he would, being that he was very clearly fast asleep. wingman whirred at you.
with a deep breath, you stepped forward and put part of your weight onto the bed. you reached out and lightly shook him, calling his name once more. nothing. you shook a little harder, spoke a little louder. still nothing. alright, maybe you were getting a little worried now. how heavy did he sleep?
you leaned more on the bed, peering over his sleeping body. your weight supported by one hand, the other found his jaw. with your thumb on one side of his face and the rest of your fingers on the other, you turned his face gently to study his features. he seemed fine enough apart from the sleep lines carved into the left side of his face and the slight pinch of his brows. you called his name once again.
this time, he shot up in bed with a gasp. in doing so, his forehead collided with yours and sent you backwards. an attempt to catch yourself on the heel of your palms failed miserably as he moved his leg from beneath you. the little amount of support you had from your hands was swept from underneath you and you fell onto your back. your back and head were met with the warm and fuzzy sensation of his blankets.
although you were vaguely aware that his room smelled of him, you were now fully aware of the scent of lavender and sage that lingered to the blanket previously wrapped around him.
“y- wings? what the…” gekko groaned and rubbed at his eyes. it was another few moments before he registered that you were there. “y/n? what are you doing here?”
“that’s a good question.” you answered. you attempted to sit up once again, finally succeeding this time. “wingman woke me up. acted like something was wrong, so i followed him here.”
it was now that you noticed how off gekko looked. his eyes were wide and watchful, especially considering he had been fast asleep a few moments ago. his chest rose quickly and fell heavily, tanned fingers whitening with the grip they had on his bedsheets. wingman warbled absently as he scampered atop gekko’s lap and plopped down almost comically. he stared up at you expectantly, although you weren’t quite sure what he was trying to communicate.
gekko made a noise somewhere between a huff and a laugh. “i was having a nightmare. i guess wings knew… that, or i accidentally kicked him off the bed in the middle of it again.” the little green creature whirred at the word ‘again,’ but made no further complaints.
“ah. i wonder why he came and got me though? other rooms are closer than mine. neon’s for one, or even reyna’s. i assumed if he was looking for someone to comfort you, he’d go to her first. not that i wouldn’t comfort you! i just—”
“i understand.” he said, usual smile returning to his face. “i’m sorry about him, dunno what got into him. you should get some sleep though. it’s too early for this, little man.” he looked to wingman at the last sentence, who seemingly ignored him.
“well, goodnight anyway… and sorry for the scare. and goodnight to you too, wingman.” you said. the creature made a noise somewhat like a purr in response, followed by an indignant noise as he realized you were leaving.
your hand had barely touched the doorknob when you heard a thump, followed by the scampering of claws across the floor. wingman pawed desperately at your leg.
kneeling down, you asked him what was wrong. he shifted his weight from stubby leg to stubby leg, before turning around to look at gekko. the creature gargled, which made noticeable heat rise in gekko’s face.
“no! i mean, yes, but no.” he responded. again, wingman made a noise, and he spoke back. “it’s not like that…”
“grbghr.”
“ok, it is like that. but i can’t just— that’s not a thing, alright, buddy?”
“hmrg?”
“it’s just… a weird thing for humans to do. i’m sorry.”
“rgh.”
you never thought you’d see so much annoyance and attitude come from the small, blob-like creature that was wingman. finally, gekko sighed. he threw his head back and took a deep breath.
“he… wants you to stay.”
it felt rude to laugh. but you couldn’t help it. against your best attempts to stifle it, a small laugh escaped you. as strange a request it was, you didn’t mind it. you were far too lost in your sleepy state of mind to care much about it, but you also knew how persistent gekko’s friends could be.
despite the darkening of his cheeks, gekko moved over in his bed. in the back of your mind, you thought about moving back to your own room once the two of them were asleep.
however, as you settled in beside him, you began to drift off. the low trill of dizzy somewhat-snoring and the warmth radiating off of thrash didn’t help either.
the next thing you remember was the blinding light of whatever the hell had been shining into the room at this hour. you realized soon after that the shining was inside of the room, coming from the overhead light. brimstone stood in the doorway, jett and phoenix behind him snickering amongst themselves.
“what are you two up to?” brimstone asked. you couldn’t quite tell the tone of his voice — he sounded so stern and almost angry, as if he was your dad who had caught you in a more compromising position. yet, there was a playful lilt hidden in his voice.
“wingman happened.” you huffed, still too half-asleep to care to explain.
whether or not he was actually upset you didn’t know, but he reminded you that breakfast would be ready soon and to come to the kitchen once you were ready. you nodded, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
the door clicked closed. as the laughing and teasing jokes made by phoenix and jett disappeared down the hallway, you finally decided to get up.
you now realized the position that gekko was in. he was a stomach sleeper, but was laying half on top of you. one leg was thrown across yours, his arm wrapped around you, and his face tucked into the crook of your neck.
“hey,” you called, voice soft. “it’s time to get up.”
he didn’t answer, but wingman warbled and scampered across the bed to snuggle into the space between your bodies. an attempt to move out from under the man failed. he hummed softly, muttered something that sounded like “a little longer” and pulled you closer.
