#hurt/comfort intruality is my favorite gender okay? 💙💚

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day 4 - scars @intrualityweek

Summary: Patton comes back to his room after a rough day just to find an injured duke waiting for him.

Pairing: AroAce Intruality (it/its for Remus - he/him for Patton)

Word Count: 967

Warnings: Blood / Injuries / Hurt/Comfort / Mentioned nudity

Coming back to his room after a hard day, Patton expected to breathe in the nostalgic scents, cuddle up to all of Thomas’ childhood plushies, play some soft tunes or put on a Disney movie while he played with some toys. All the comfort of his room and what he could do, look at old photos, laugh fondly at his kiddo’s old writing… Eat more than two cookies.

Patton saw all of that being thrown out of the window as soon as his eyes found a blood-clad duke sitting on his bedroom floor, lazily rocking side to side. The left side of its body was pure red, its whole self had big splatters of blood, sash ripped apart and oh…

It was missing its left arm.

The sight and the smell left Patton dizzy, so much he had to lean against the frame of his door. This was not how his day was supposed to go, he was supposed to snuggle in warm blankets and plush pillows. He was supposed to indulge in the comfort of his room to forget, distract himself from the unbearable reality that he was no longer needed, that his kiddos were not going to look up to him anymore and that-

“Patton?”

Oh. Oh, right. There was an injured side in his room…

There was an injured kiddo in his room!

“Oh my God, Re, love, I’m here. What do you need?!” he asked, jumping right into action. “An arm?”

“Don’t joke like that!” he reprimanded, softly punching it on the shoulder. This made Remus groan, a patient smile on its face.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry! Are you in pain? Can you walk? We need to go to the bathroom now.”

The creative side got up as an answer and carefully walked its way to the bathroom, Patton right by its side in case it needed assistance.

Once Remus sat on the bathtub’s edge, Patton started to quickly gather a towel, gauze and medical tape. His partner didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, this made him sigh in relief as this made things way less stressful and difficult for Remus. Putting everything aside, he began to undress the duke.

“I’m sorry Pat…” it said in a tiny voice.

“Don’t apologize, dear. I know it has to be fun! All those battles you have in the imagination. I’ve healed your brother before, he tends to get in these situations as well.” he remembered with a sad smile.

Suddenly, that comment made him tear up a little and pause for a second. Roman used to get in those situations. Patton had no idea when the last time he took care of a tired, injured prince happened. He remembers how Logan used to playfully roll his eyes at the creative side’s whines and complaints, how Roman would let him take care of him no matter how small the scar was, how faint the pain was…

A red blur came into his view, it softly cleaned the tears that were starting to fall. Patton blinked a couple of times before clumsily lifting his glasses, rubbing his fists against his eyes, trying to get rid of his blurry sight. He took a deep breath and looked back at his partner. Remus was looking down at him with caring and understanding eyes, too tired to speak, but never too tired to show its affection for the moral side.

It leaned down to press soft kisses on Patton’s forehead, its right and only hand petting the messy locks of his hair. They rested their heads together for a bit, until Patton slowly moved back.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we?” he said, filling up the bathtub with warm water and helping Remus in.

“I know you’re worried, I am as well, if I'm being honest” he started, taking the towel and gently pressing against wounds and rubbing against healthy skin. “Can I talk to you about something while I clean you?”

The duke nodded, relaxing under its partner’s care.

“Things are not like they used to be. That scares me so much… Seeing how distant Logan and Virgil are, how Roman is losing his trust in me. I never seem to understand Janus… Poor Thomas got caught in this mess. It all feels like it's my fault.”

“I miss the days where our issues were so simple, discussing Disney movies and pizza toppings. We were so close back then. I was needed back then” he said, finally letting his main concern into the light. “Now, I don't think they need me, not in the ways they used to, at least.”

“I was planning on having a day for myself, you know? Self-care and all of that. I think that maybe, if I let days pass by… One day I’ll wake up and it will all be like it used to be.”

“It’s a silly thought. I know that won’t happen, I need to fix things first. I’m scared I’ll end up messing everything and it will all be worse… But I’m very thankful you’re here with me.”

Remus looked at him with a small tilt of its head, the scar on its left eye looked so beautiful tonight…

“I think this is the best self-care I can do for myself. By helping you, I feel needed, I feel useful again. It makes me very happy, Remus.” A loving smile and chuckle from his partner is all Patton needs to peck it on its lips. He knew that the things that would come were too big and scary, but for now he could take it one step at a time. For now, his duke needed his care. It needed him, wanted him. That healed more scars on his heart than he could ever heal on Remus’ body.