#i didn't proofread bc my head hurts and i feel done with everything you have fun tho

[bragganhyl]

A Night at the Opera - part 2

A direct follow-up to this, as the name implies, depicting what happens after Gaura and Aloth leave the opera. ...it's sex, that is what happens

It's also 4400 words long, so yeah, click on the read more at your own peril

'You're back early.'

Edér was lounging on the Watcher's bed, reading a book bound in dark red leather. Gaura made her way to the bed as well, while Aloth closed the door behind them. She sat down on the edge with a sigh and began undoing her shoes. The walk back from the opera seemed especially endless considering the emotions that drove her and the wizard rushing down the mountain. Her feet were the real victims of her urgency.

'The play was in Vailian, we didn't understand much,' Aloth explained as sat down by the Watcher's desk and let his hair down.

'I can see why that would be a problem,' Edér moved to sit on the edge of the bed as well and left a peck on her cheek. 'Next time, I make the date plan.'

'We still had a lot of fun,' Gaura said matter-of-factly, glancing at Aloth who was now busy untying his sandals. She thought of the way he kept pulling at her as they kissed at the opera, the way he kept fighting his sense of decency and his need to get closer. 'It's a shame you didn't come along,' she added as she looked to Edér who kept his eyes fixed on her. His gaze reflected mischief and understanding. He could easily guess what their fun stemmed from.

'Yeah, well... maybe next time,' he shrugged.

'But now,' Aloth stood up and turned towards the farmer, 'do you think you can give us some privacy?' He asked with his arm crossed - a gesture of demand that wasn't quite as subtle as he intended.

Edér raised an eyebrow at him. He looked to Gaura , then back to Aloth again. A faint smirk appeared on his face. 'Sure,' he stood up and gave Aloth's shoulder a pat or two, 'guess you got a whole... rest of the play to make up for. Good luck with that.'

'Good night, Edér,' the wizard gave him a pointed look.

'Yeah, yeah,' he turned away to grab the book he left on the bed. 'You know where I'll be,' he said as he walked towards the exit, waving goodbye with his source of entertainment for the night.

As Aloth's gaze fell onto the deep red cover, his eyes widened in recognition. And dread. 'Wait, is that one of my-'

'Good night, Aloth,' Edér called out as he left the cabin, slamming the door shut as the last note of his call faded, leaving only Gaura's laughter filling the silence. The wizard's gaze still lingered on the door as his hand slowly moved towards his mouth. A moment later, he looked towards the Watcher and let out a short, mirthless laugh as well.

'I suppose, sooner or later he would have to learn about the things we like, anyway,' he shrugged, then sat down next to the Watcher. 'Besides, I... I have a hard time feeling concerned about what he is getting up to.'

'Good. If you want tonight to be about just us,' the Watcher said as she placed a hand on Aloth's knee, 'then it better be just about us.'

Aloth didn't answer. For a moment, he merely watched her, allowed himself to be enraptured by her visage - her tunic lightly enveloping her body, her chest lightly heaving from the long walk down the mountain and the purely, barely contained desire that her eyes betrayed. When his eyes met hers again, he uttered a spell to protect himself from her flames and yet he voiced the words as breathlessly as if he was trying to describe wonders beyond his comprehension. She softly laughed as a response, then reached for his face with her free hand and pulled him onto her lips. Her hand wandered down his neck, leaving goosebumps in the wake of her touches, until she reached his tunic. She lightly pulled at the fabric to gain access to the wizard's collarbone, drawing a gasp out of Aloth, only for him to kiss back harder the next moment, leaning closer into their contact. He wrapped his hands around her torso, and held on to her side as if she was his anchor. Gaura, however, pulled away just as suddenly as she kissed him, freeing herself from the loving trap of Aloth's embrace and leaving the wizard yearning for her closeness.

He didn't have to yearn for long, however.

'Come here,' Gaura said as she lightly tapped on her thigh a few times. Aloth looked to her lap and let out a bashful chuckle. He steadied himself by holding onto the Watcher's shoulder and moved on to straddle her.

'I wanted to do this back at the opera,' his voice rang shyly but he still smiled down at her.

'Somehow, I had a hunch,' Gaura claimed the wizard's lips again. He relaxed at their contact, placing a little more weight on her and she couldn't help but smile against his lips. She enjoyed that weight on her, she enjoyed the way his thighs hugged hers, she enjoyed the way he held her by the back of her head. He touched her lightly and yet that was enough to keep her at the distance he wanted, at the angle he needed to kiss her with all the hunger and need that pent up in him during the night. She in turn kept him steady by his hip and to her surprise, Aloth answered to her touch. He rocked his hip against her. It was a quick, shy motion, barely there, that could've been easily mistaken for a shudder. But the Watcher knew him. And Aloth trusted her. It was like a secret shared by discreet confidants.

'I like it when you get needy,' Gaura whispered, breaking their kiss. But before Aloth could answer anything, she reached for his hair and wrapped it around her knuckles. The wizard gasped, but didn't take another breath while he anticipated the light tug, that came after. Gaura latched onto his arching neck, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses from his chin to his collarbone. Aloth tightened his hold on the back of her head, pressing her down harder against him. When the Watcher reached the neck of his tunic, she took the fabric between her teeth and lightly tugged at it. 'Help me get this off you.'

Aloth stole one more shallow kiss as an answer, before he straightened his back and reached for his belt. He undid it without looking, without turning his gaze away from the Watcher's eyes. Gaura in turn let her hands roam along his body, caressing him through his clothes as if she couldn't contain the anticipation of touching his skin. She guided her hands eventually to his thighs and when she did so, she slowed her movements, she savored every fraction of a moment as she pushed his tunic up to his hips, she savored the goosebumps and the shivers and the lust reflected in those dazzling eyes of his. Meanwhile, Aloth removed a pin by his shoulder and allowed the fabric to fall into his lap, exposing his chest but only in part.

'I'd... like it if you took this one out yourself,' he said, biting his lip and pointed to his other shoulder.

Gaura cocked her head, pretending to ponder his request. She brushed the fabric covering Aloth aside, until it merely hung off his shoulder but as she did so, he reached for her face, preventing the tunic to fall off him. 'Something tells me, you want me to take this off in a... very specific way,' she said as she left a sloppy kiss on the wizard's chest, then a few others on each of his collarbones.

'I... I liked the way you nipped at my clothes just now,' he admitted breathlessly, enjoying the feeling of the Watcher's lips on his shoulder. 'Please,' he added when he felt a pause in those kisses, only to hear a soft chuckle as a response and feel the pin slowly sliding out of his clothes, followed by the relief of the tunic falling to the ground. Gaura pulled away and took the pin out of her mouth. She flicked it away, but Aloth couldn't be bothered to see where it fell. By the time it hit the floor, his lips were already on the Watcher's and this time, he didn't restrain himself from grinding against her. Gaura's hands explored his back but the anticipation she wanted to build in him had a greater pull on her. When her hands moved to Aloth's hips again, she felt him smile against her lips. She pulled away, and flashed an impish smile at him before she leaned forward to leave a kiss on the center of his chest. She traced a path with gentle touches of her lips until she reached his nipple. The wizard let out a staggered sigh as her lips closed around the nub and her fingers hooked into his underwear. He eagerly lifted himself slightly so she could pull down the fabric along his thighs, forcing her to detach from his chest, and as he sat back down, Gaura felt his tension in every fiber of his being. She reached around his waist with one hand while she lifted the other to her lips to gather some of her spit in her palm.

'I hope my hand is not too dry,' the Watcher said as she took Aloth's cock in her hand, sending shivers down his body. She touched him gently, waiting for a response, desperately trying to hide her own need to see the beauty of his ecstasy.

'It feels perfect,' his voice rang with pure adoration. A moment later, a shade of self-awareness appeared on his face. Gaura chuckled. He always seemed to use the wrong words when his heart was overflowing with fondness, but before he could correct himself she closed the gap between them, and tightened her grip lightly around his erection. She rubbed him slowly, recalling the rhythm of a serenade from the opera. She thought of the love expressed in words she couldn't understand, the intensity of the melody and she wanted it all, she wanted it along her fingertips so she can show it to Aloth through her touch alone. The wizard moaned into their kiss as she pumped his shaft with more determination. However she kept her pace slow and steady, a pace he found sweetly frustrating but easy to keep up with. He began lightly moving on top of her again, gently thrusting into her grip. Gaura softly laughed at that, breaking the kiss.

'If you want me to go faster, you can just ask,' she said as she picked up her pace, drawing a groan out of Aloth. He didn't kiss her again, instead he rested his forehead against hers. He tried and failed to keep the sounds forming in him trapped in his throat, and breathed them quietly into the small space between them. The Watcher let out a hum, an approving and impatient sound as she moved her hand even faster, unable to contain her excitement and love for him.

'Gaura,' he whispered her name after a while, and Aloth found himself unable to keep moving, unable to do anything but to hold on to the Watcher and let her have her way with him. A hand came to rest at the back of Gaura's head while another gripped the clothes on her back so fiercely that she and Aloth both wondered if he'll manage to tear it. But Aloth couldn't care of he did and Gaura found the possibility amusing. She pulled him closer by his waist and leaned to his ear. She gently took it in her mouth, caressing his earlobe with her lips and her tongue, prompting him to hold her tighter, and to bury his head in the curve of her neck. She felt him tense up on her lap and a moment later she felt a clumsy, sloppy kiss on her neck, then another and another, with a longer and longer pause between each.

'Look at me, love,' Gaura's voice rang hoarsely from lust. Aloth hesitantly pulled away, barely, just enough to be able to look her in the eye. His face reflected his building pleasure and the Watcher couldn't help but bite her lip, seeing him so close to the edge. 'You are so precious,' she said, admiring him, as her hand around his cock picked up the pace once again. Aloth tried to respond something, but all that escaped his lips were a long, cathartic moan, as his eyes fluttered shut and his seed spilled on Gaura's belly. She slowed down her rubs, but didn't stop, trying to draw out his ecstasy as much as she could, Aloth, however, didn't let her watch him. He kissed her so hard that she felt it in her teeth and as a sweet retaliation she bit his lower lip, lightly, laughing into their contact.

They couldn't tell how much time has passed by the time Aloth's breathing calmed down fully and he finally relaxed. He let out a sigh that turned into laughter almost as soon as he exhaled it. He pulled away to look her in the eye once again.

'You're really...' he shook his head, grinning both at her and his own inability to describe her.

'Really?'

'Remarkable,' he said as his gaze wandered down her chest, 'incredible, and...' his smile faltered and an short, apologetic laugh bubbled up from him, 'and I ruined your dress.'

Gaura followed his gaze to the mess he left on her. She looked back up at him, smirking with feigned disapproval. 'Oh no, whatever am I going to do,' she shook her head, 'I'm stuck wearing stained sails and the culprit is too handsome to push him off,' she said as she left a kiss above Aloth's heart, enjoying the sound of his laughter.

A moment later the wizard climbed off her, somewhat clumsily with his underwear trapping his legs. While he freed himself, Gaura stood up and removed the pins in her tunic, allowing the fabric to slide off her and pool at her feet. Aloth froze in his movements, stunned at her sight, while the Watcher bounced lightly on her heels a few times get blood flowing in her legs again. Then she stepped over her dress and was just about to make her way to her footlocker when the wizard came to his senses again. She was stopped in her tracks by a hand grabbing hers.

'Where are you going?' Aloth asked as he gently pulled her towards himself. When she got close enough he took both her hands.

'To the kitchen. I figured I could grab something to drink,' the Watcher answered, trying her best not to get distracted by the wizard lifting both her hands to his lips, and kissing each of her knuckles while holding her gaze. 'I... I wouldn't be away for long.'

Aloth pondered her words. He held onto Gaura as if he was a moment away from dragging her back into bed and showering her with kisses. Then the moment passed and he was still merely holding her hands, while a thought seemed to have crossed his mind that put a faint frown on his face.

'Alright,' he let her go, and turned away to cast a protective spell on their blanket.

Gaura went to footlocker and put on the first shirt she found, then quickly slipped out of the cabin. She snuck to the kitchen as inconspicuously as one with flaming hair could and sure enough, she found a flagon filled with khapa tea and a bottle of rum. She gathered the bottle under her armpit while she carried the flagon in one hand and two mugs in the other. By the time she got back to the cabin, Aloth was almost done turning their pillows fireproof. At the sound of the door opening, he looked up and dropped the pillow he was holding to rush to the Watcher's aid. He took the rum and one of the mugs, allowing Gaura to pour them some tea. The wizard carefully took her mug while she placed the flagon on her desk. When she turned back towards the bed, Aloth was already sitting on its edge, pouring rum into their mugs.

'Oh, I forgot to ask if you wanted any,' he said, lifting the bottle slightly.

'I would've said yes,' Gaura shrugged then she approached the bed. When she reached for her mug, however, Aloth pulled it away.

'You are...' he cleared his throat, blushing, 'you're rather overdressed.'

The Watcher chuckled at his fumbled attempt at being subtle, but obliged him nonetheless. She made sure to take off her shirt slowly. And when the wizard still didn't offer her the tea, she slipped out of her underwear as well.

'Better?' She turned around to let him look her all over. By the time her gaze met his again, he seemed almost mesmerized by her. The Watcher burst out laughing and dropped down on the bed beside him. Aloth handed her a mug and touched his against it.

'To you being beautiful and thoughtful.'

Gaura raised her mug. 'To you being beautiful and thoughtful.' As she took a sip of her drink, she felt Aloth's gaze on herself. He watched him lost in thought, a wistful smile tugging faintly at the corners of his lips. 'What's on your mind, love?'

The wizard was snapped out of his daze. He shook his head but his smile widened. 'It's nothing, just... This has been the second time I've been to the opera. I... Didn't imagine tonight would go the way it did back then.'

Gaura didn't respond. In the silence, Aloth turned somewhat bashful. The Watcher took a large sip from her tea, then climbed on the bed proper. She crossed her legs, fully turned towards Aloth and held on to the mug with both hands. She looked cozy like one ready to hear an interesting tale. The sight drew a chuckle out of the wizard and continued.

'It was many years, ago. I was still a student at the Academy. One of my peers had a patron gracious enough to treat us all to a night at the opera.'

'That's rather generous.'

Aloth scoffed. 'Hardly. It was a statement of prestige. And we didn't even see a play. It was a concerto. The musician was skilled but his performance was loud and obnoxious, or at least it sounded that way as close to the stage as we were,' he lifted his mug to his lips and shyly glanced at Gaura over it. 'I... I much prefer your performances.'

'Mm-hmm,' the Watcher squinted at him with fake suspicion.

'Regardless... I was quickly distracted by the boxes by the sides of the hall. You see, in Aedyr, the boxes in the opera houses also have curtains. And sure enough I've seen one being drawn, then another, and another. And...' he grew quiet. The wizard looked into his mug as if he could see his memories reflected by the liquid within. 'I was wondering if... I was looking at my future. I've been Awakened for a few years by then, and hiding my Awakening, hiding Iselmyr... it overlapped with many other aspects of my life. It was fairly easy to guess what was happening behind those curtains... Secret dealings, secret affairs... And I couldn't help but ask myself if... If I never found a cure to my Awakening... If I were to thrive regardless, if I were to experience love and intimacy... Would it also be something I could only experience hidden? As a secret of mine and by being someone else's secret?' He looked to Gaura who watched him intently. 'I was rather moody in my Academy years,' he let out a rueful chuckle as he continued. 'I think deep down I dreamt of meeting someone like you... but I didn't dare hope for it.' He took a sip from his mug, then placed it on the ground beside the bed, quickly casting protective spells as he did so. He leaned over to Gaura and took her mug as well. She didn't resist. Not even as he lightly pushed her on her back and crawled on top of her. 'Thank you, for... destroying my dreams,' he laughed, 'and replacing it with a better reality.'

'You planned tonight,' she grabbed him by the face and pulled him onto her mouth. 'Give yourself some credit,' she said once she let him go.

'I suppose, that's true,' he said as his hand wandered to her breast and lightly cupped it. The Watcher bit her lip at the sensation, and reached for Aloth's chin. She ran her thumb along his lower lip as he gave her breast a light squeeze. 'But it was hardly free of mishaps,' he moved lower and kissed the glowing mark in the center of her chest, enjoying the feeling of her harmless flames licking at his lips. 'And... I still have more planned.'

'Is that so?' Gaura's question ended in a gasp as Aloth took her breast in his mouth. The hand that has been fondling it slowly moved down her belly, down between her legs. He lightly rubbed her inner thigh, close enough to her sex that she could feel the ghost of his touches on her folds. She absent-mindedly moved her leg, closer to him, closer to her own pleasure. The wizard looked up at her and pushed himself up.

'Of course,' he removed his hand from the Watcher's thigh to lick some of his slender fingers. 'It would be rather callous of me to let you make me feel the way you do,' he reached between Gaura's legs and lightly ran those wet fingers along her folds, drawing a deep, satisfied chuckle out of her, 'and not try my best to do the same for you.'

Aloth leaned down to leave a kiss on her knee. From there he traced one of the cracks running along her leg, with his tongue at one moment, and his lips at another. Gaura reached down to caress his hair while he teased her, softly chuckling to herself - after all she could feel his impatience in the touch of his fingers. The wizard looked up at her, and for a moment it seemed time itself has stopped. Then he leaned forward to place a kiss right below the Watcher's belly button. But at the same time, his fingers entered her and the contrast of sensations drew a gasp out of her. Gaura wanted to rock her hips against his touch, hungry for more, and it took her every bit effort she could spare to stop herself. Her hold on Aloth's hair tightened as he hurriedly kissed his way down on her, while his fingers kept caressing her walls. The movements of his hand were slow but meticulous despite his eagerness. His mouth, on the other hand, loved up her clit rather sloppily. When Gaura felt the precious contrast of sensations, she let a breathless curse slip from her lips and let go of her restraint. She grinded against Aloth's mouth, and she glimpsed a smile hiding in his eyes. She laughed as she thought back to the way he was grinding against her earlier.

'You like it too, don't you? When I get needy for you,' she whispered, a hint of chuckle hiding in her tone, but when Aloth nodded without pulling away, whatever response she had in mind was swept away by the sensation. The Watcher threw head back as she moaned, drowning out the wizard groan against her, but she could swear she felt his voice. She felt it resonate along her nerves that he set ablaze, with increasingly faster movements. And then... he found the perfect spot. 'Fuck,' she cried out, 'right there, Aloth,' she pushed herself up slightly so she could look at him. She involuntarily moved her legs closer to him, until they brushed against the tips of his ears and her mind couldn't help but wander to the earlier hours of the night: to the feeling of her dress against her legs that seemed to have faded behind the feeling of Aloth touching her. To the taste of the strange wine that paled in comparison to the intensity of the pleasure building in her. To the music enveloping her, the songs about longing and separation, and she only felt overwhelmed to have Aloth with her. 'I love you so much,' she let herself collapse back onto the pillow. Her eyes fluttered shut, and with it she lost her sense of time. She only sensed what Aloth invoked in her, and she couldn't get enough of it, of him, right until she was overwhelmed with ecstasy.

'I love you too,' she heard the wizard's voice coming from above, and a moment later the Watcher felt a soft kiss landing on her lips, and a tongue brushing against hers, carrying her own slightly metallic taste. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, trying to ground herself once again, while his fingers were slowly guiding her back to her senses as well. He pulled them out slowly as he pulled away - as much as he could with Gaura holding him.

'I have to say,' she said as she tucked a few unruly strands of hair behind Aloth's ears, 'leaving early feels like the right idea so far.'

'I'm inclined to agree,' the wizard laughed, and laid down on top of the Watcher, with his head resting over her heart. 'Do you mind if we stayed like this? Just for a minute?'

Gaura lifted her head and blew a kiss on his hair. 'We've got the whole night.'

'Indeed, although... if we go on like this,' he looked up at her somewhat shyly, 'I'm not sure I'll ever be able to go the opera again, and not think of... you. I mean, us. As we are right now.'

'Well, tonight was my first time at the opera... If I were to go again, tonight will be on my mind for sure.'

Aloth's gaze softened as he listened. He didn't answer right away, merely he reached for the Watcher's hand to lace his fingers with hers.

'That is both comforting and enticing to know.'

[madschiavelique]

Been vomiting my intestines out all week, can't even get up due to high fever

I need big, strong, Irish-Mexican man to take care of me. Pretty please

okay i am SO sorry i took so long but going back to school happened and i got way too much work per weeks to do

but i have a little holiday week ! so i thought catching up on my old requests might be good hehe

(i didn't include vomit in there bc it's smth that triggers me as stated in my request rules but still made reader pretty sick - i am sick myself atm so YEA enjoy)

summary : miguel takes care of you when you're sick content warnings : none, pure fluff and comfort, no use of Y/N (didn't proofread but i think i kept it a gender neutral reader way ? do correct me if i'm wrong please) word count : 1,1k

You knew when you woke up that morning that work would be utterly impossible. Every joint felt like it was made of lead, your head felt like it was filled with cotton wool and your stomach was screaming at you that something was definitely wrong.

You straightened up, immediately regretting your choice as you almost fell backwards. Your head hurt like hell, your whole body felt cold and you were shaking like jelly.

Last night you'd simply fallen asleep with a little headache and a scratchy throat, but that was nothing like the pain you were feeling now.

"Miguel?" you called, your lips heavy.

You'd been tired the day before, but not that tired. You looked at the clock on your bedside table; it was early enough for Miguel to still be in the flat, unless he was out for a morning jog.

You hesitated to call him again, considering how you seemed to be having trouble swallowing your own saliva. You swallowed, wincing as you felt as if your throat had been riddled with blows from the inside.

You made a second attempt to sit up, less abruptly this time. You were thinking, wondering what you could have done in the last few days to get yourself into something so violent.

You needed a painkiller, and you needed it fast if you wanted to keep your wits about you for the rest of the day. You turned slowly, placing your feet on the ground. You felt completely frozen.

You pushed on your legs, feeling for the moment as strong as a slightly overstretched elastic band. Once you were completely up on your feet, Miguel entered the room.

As you'd expected, he'd just come back from his morning jog.

"Good morning, nena," he smiled as he opened one of his wardrobe doors, not wanting to let you near him while he was still sweating.

You were almost jealous of his energy at the moment, how was it that you were feeling so unpleasantly uncomfortable and he was frolicking around like a lionless antelope?

"Mornin'," you croaked, swallowing and wrinkling your nose at the sensation as this simple gesture made you cough a couple of times.

Your cough was slightly heavy, which obviously surprised you as much as it did Miguel. He was putting on a new pullover, his head sticking out over the collar, revealing his furrowed brow.

"Is something wrong?" he asked, taking a few steps towards you.

"I don't know..." you tried to speak words, but it was as if you'd bitten them into pieces before spitting them out lazily.

Not at all satisfied with your answer, Miguel placed a hand on your cheek, his frown deepening as he placed his lips against your forehead.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warmth of his body next to yours, easing the chill that clung to your skin.

"Cariño," he murmured, stepping back and looking into your glassy eyes, "you have a fever."

"It's all right," you mumbled as his hand, warm as tenderness, caressed your cheek with its thumb, letting your head sink into his palm as if onto a pillow.

The 'everything's fine' was more automatic than true. You knew how Miguel, despite his sometimes disinterested demeanour towards others, could become worried about you with frightening alacrity.

"When was the last time you had a day off?" he'd ask, sighing with an exasperation that sounded like 'you weren't careful were you'.

The effort of thinking about it gave you an expression as painful as if you were banging your head against a wall. So that's why you were so sick.

It's true that, come to think of it, you hadn't managed to get even a single second's respite for several weeks. You were filing paper after paper, spending the time you had when you got home wrapping up files, and the pace had given you the impression that you were gradually turning into a robot.

"Two weeks?" you suggested.

"Nena, you've been like this for over a month now," corrected Miguel.

"Fooling is my favourite thing to do," you purred, still pressing your head into his hand and closing your eyes.

"You shouldn't be pushing yourself so hard, it's not good for you," his tone was gentle, his eyebrows previously furrowed in frustration now knotted in worry.

"You're one to talk," you laughed softly, your eyes reopening to meet his gaze.

"I - yes, well," he admitted, biting the inside of his cheek. "Let's get you back into bed."

You weren't going to fight what you wanted most in the world right now, so Miguel gently helped you to lie down. It pained him to see you in such a state. No matter how many threats he fought, he couldn't stop you getting sick.

He piled the cushions behind your back to keep you comfortable, tucked you in carefully, and sat down beside you, one of his hands resting on your thigh covered by the blanket.

He stroked it with his thumb through the fabric, letting out a sigh followed by a thin smile that made him relax his shoulders.

"Tell me what you want for today, anything. Your favourite food, watch your favourite film, have me bring you anything. I'll stay with you today."

That Miguel would do you the honour of staying with you today, putting his work aside, almost made you want to cry. Whether it was joy or surprise, or both combined, you had no idea, but what was certain was that the sensations your body was sending you, which were quite pleasant, would undoubtedly be better in his presence.

"Let's start with a painkiller," Miguel suggested as he stood up and headed for your medicine cabinet, "and something to counter the fever."

"I was looking forward to living in agony for the rest of my life," you laughed to yourself as you waited for him to return.

The rest of the day was in stark contrast to everything you'd had to endure in the last month or so of relentless work. Miguel brought you food in bed, asked how your symptoms were progressing by the hour, and you watched a number of films that you enjoyed together.

He kept hugging you, softly caressing your skin, making sure you’d always finish your glass of water and wouldn’t stop for a second to be by your side.

He’d kiss your forehead, your cheeks and wouldn’t listen to you before kissing your lips. You kept telling him you didn’t want him to be this close to you for the sole reason that you didn’t want him to get sick as well. But he didn’t care, he didn’t care if he got sick, because the one who was ill as of now was you and you needed all the comfort you could get.

You couldn't have wished for a better miracle cure than Miguel's presence.

[dvskf4llz]

Hello there! I always do enjoy finding more Hermitcraft x reader content as there never seems to be a good amount at times.

Anywhoosle, could I possibly get a Rendog x reader(fem or gender neutral, your choice) where it is nothing but fluff? Like, he comforts reader after a very bad day they had(I have had the worst day ever in my life so far, and have been watching Ren's videos to brighten my spirits)

Thanks, and take your time with the request, no rush or hurry.

Heck yeah!! I find so much comfort through Ren's videos aswell! He's my number one comfort YouTuber‼️

Anyways enjoy this little oneshot :3

I srsly need to stop forgetting to post 😭😭

Rough days

𝓡𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓰 𝔁 𝓖𝓝!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

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Summary: The reader has been having quite the bad days as of recently, their lover Ren had noticed this so he decided to comfort them and reassure them that everything will be okay <3

Type: Fluffy oneshot, romantic (I'm so sorry if you wanted platonic-)

Warnings ⚠: no warnings, just slight angst to fluff/hurt to comfort

Proofread: nah (I don't think it'll ever be)

This is a bit rushed once more bc my dumbass keeps forgetting to post.. Also I only just found out now how to add the 'read more' thing after posting for about a year now 😭😭

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As of recently, you'd been feeling down mentally. For a few days now, nothing had been going too good for you. You'd been constantly getting pulled around to help things with the Hermits, you barely got any time to yourself. Not to mention, you had quite the building projects that were in the works. Though, due to you having to help the Hermits you barely had any time to work on your own stuff. And not only did you struggle with bringing different animals to different pens, they would somehow end up escaping when you weren't looking! You had quite the long days.

At the end of the week, you had finally thought that you could take a break. But as soon as you were about to just lay down for a bit, you end up hearing a 'ding' from your communicator. You were about to just absolutely lose it, but you decided to stay calm for now and see who it was. It was Gem, she had asked you to help with a part of her build. You, wanting to be a good friend just accepted because you struggled with saying no.

And so, you made your way out of the base and headed over to Gem's. Ren on the otherhand who had been building outside, watched you leave the house a bit aggressively. He had a concerned expression on his face as he watched you slowly walk more and more farther away, he knew something was up. He was going to find out what was bothering you because no way in heck was he going to let his lover be all frowny.

While you thought this whole thing would only take like 30 minutes or so, you were absolutely wrong. The small part of Gem's build took a whole 3 HOURS because Gem kept on changing her mind throughout the whole thing, you had been trying so hard not to just lose it right then and there. You wanted to be a good friend to Gem so of course, you helped her with her constant changing of this part of her build. By the time you were finally done and heading back home, it started raining.

"How could this day get even worse at this point?" You groaned in annoyance as you continued walking back home with no umbrella or hood because you didn't know it was going to rain today, things just HAD to not go your way today... What made things worse was that when you arrived infront of your base, you noticed a fence missing and also your cows missing. Yikes. It was so hard not to just start raging right now.

So after you finally got your cows back, you stepped inside of the house and practically almost fell down face forward. You would've actually fell if Ren hadn't been there to catch you on time, he had been waiting in front of the door for a bit now. He could already see just how soaked you were from having to be in the rain for so long, he lead you over to the couch and grabbed some towels quickly. He soon had returned with some fluffy and thick towels and began to help dry you off, he had also made you to grab some of your clothes for you to change into so that you wouldn't have wet clothes on your body the whole time. He would rather not have his partner be sick!! Also, he'd definitely make a light hearted joke about you looking like a soaked wet cat.

Once you had started to change your clothes, Ren would close his eyes to respect you. Even if you said it was fine, he still didn't open his eyes (maybe he'd peak his eyes out once but only that one time). Ren did not want to make you uncomfortable in any way, he loved you too much to do that to you. So after you were done changing, he finally opened his eyes and pulled you close to him. He'd hug you tightly, but not tight enough to hurt you. Again, he loves you so much so he would never do anything to hurt you.

Ren was about to cuddle you on the couch, but then realized it would probably be too uncomfortable for you so he decided to carry you back to your guys' shared room. If you didn't want to be carried though, he'd just gently take your hand and lead you over to the bedroom. He'd set you down on the bed so you'd be laying down, him then laying down next to you as well and holding you close.

If he were to see you still upset, he'd first reassure you by saying something like:

"Everything's going to be just fine alright? Things may have not gone your way today, but at least the next day might be better."

If it wasn't enough, he'd make a joke that's either suggestive/flirty to make you smile or just meant to make you laugh (not writing anything for this because idk how to do sht like that 😭)

Ren would be such a cuddle bear towards you the whole time you're in bed, he would not let you get out even if one of the Hermits had been asking you to help them once more. He would probably just take your communicator and type the Hermit a quick and 'polite' message mention how you were busy with him and would place your communicator aside, away from your reach.

Ren was NOT going to allow you to continue to overwork yourselves with all the Hermits' favors, you needed a break. And a cuddle session was what he figured you needed, afterall you two also haven't been able to spend quality time together so this was working out quite a lot.

Overall, you managed to get enough rest and also just be with Ren for the day. You were protestant at first, but now you were enjoying the cuddle session and shared kisses from time to time.

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WEEWOW!!! YOU GOT TO THE ENDING!! hope y'all enjoyed it as per usual, I'm editing this tmr as it is currently 12 am for me rn‼️‼️ I don't like how short this is so yeah probably will update this soon

Anyways, hope you guys have been doing better and been taking care of yourself! Bye bye for now reader!

[strawbearisamu]

using your insecurity against you  

❀ timeskip! suna rintarō, oikawa tōru, bokuto kōtarō x gn! reader

summary: words cut so much deeper when they're from someone you love.

genre: angst(ish) to fluff, hurt/comfort

note: requested by anon — here! 💗 not really proofread bc its so late aaa. 

suna rintarō

the room falls silent. guilt choking him as he processed what he had just done, said. becoming the man he swore he'd never be, weaponising your insecurities, saying things he knew would hurt most, make you most vulnerable.

"yn-."

"save it, rin. you've said enough." you shot him the coldest glare you could muster as tears welled  up in your eyes, chewing on your lower lip, trying to hold back the tears, to maintain any semblance of control. an aching pain in your chest, as you backed away from him, the man you had wholeheartedly trusted.

"please, i didn't mean it," he pleads, heart clenching at the way you look at him, the usual warmth in your eyes gone. internally berating himself, especially when you flinch at his attempt to comfort you.

"i'm sorry," he sputters, his voice raw and vulnerable, "please believe me, you don't have to forgive me, but please believe me when i say i didn't mean any of it," desperation in his eyes and you finally give in.

the tears now freely coursing down your cheeks as you hold nothing back, he wraps both arms around you, bringing your head to the comfort of his chest as you finally let it all go, allowing yourself to sob in his warmth and embrace.

oikawa tōru

the pressure and stress of the big game, sponsorships, his public image, everything had been grinding at him, the weight of it compounding, tensions growing until it couldn't anymore, until it had nowhere to go but be released, and you, you were just the closest option, a victim.

in a moment of trying to reach out, to help, everything boiled over. he responded to your kindness with harsh words. it's ice cold, and it hit you where it hurt, a throbbing feeling in your chest. taking in a short breath as you feel your throat close up.

rational judgement clouded by the myriad of emotions he was experiencing, he merely pulls his head back into his hands, rubbing circles on his temples, ignorant to how he had hurt you.

his emotions wind down a little later, he hears the muffled sounds of your sniffles from behind your bedroom door and gingerly opens it.

your crying form a lump on the bed, your body shaking with the torrential onslaught of the hurt from his words, everytime you think you can move on, the memory of it returning. tears rolling off your cheeks with no signs of stopping, a slight saltiness on your tongue as the rest of it bleeds into the pillowcase. you find yourself tucked under the blanket, your only source of comfort away from the world, from oikawa.

his heart breaks at the sight and he rushes towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he gently pats your head sticking out from the sheets.

"yn? are you okay? do you wanna talk about it?" his voice soft and calm, a slight hesitation in his voice as you refuse to answer or even look up at him, only continuing your silent sobs into the pillow as he incessantly begged for your attention.

"how could you bring that up tōru? i trusted you," your voice choked up, eyes red and puffy.

he blinks twice as he it finally dawned on him, the guilt catching up with him as he anxiously swallowed.

"y-yn, i'm sorry i was being a selfish jerk, i didn't mean any of it, i swear," he pleaded, "i let my own insecurities affect you and that's the worst part about it. i never meant to hurt you, ever. please believe me yn."

you slowly turned towards him, pouting as he enveloped you in a hug, peppering kisses on your face and over your tear stained cheeks, reassuring you with each kiss.

"you're beautiful." "you're perfect." "you're kind." "you're none of the crap that i said."

"i know i don't deserve to be forgiven, but i hope you know i never meant any of it, you're enough, you always have been and always will be."

bokuto kōtarō

bokuto had grown a lot emotionally since his high school days, but a shadow of the old him still remained, so when a game goes sour because of him, it took only so much for him to escalate things.

you try to comfort him, an arm over his shoulder where you sat on the couch, but he only grows increasingly frustrated, finally lashing out on you. at his most vulnerable he exposes your insecurity, attacking it in defense of himself.

your throat tightened, lips trembling as you felt a heat rise in your face, an unsettling twist in your gut as you processed his words.

realisation hits him immediately, along with the surge of guilt. panickedly taking back what he said, head shaking aggressively, vehemently denying it. "you're not yn, you're not," repeating it desperately, he needed it to be ingrained in you, he needed you to understand.

"my emotions got the better of me again, please i never wanted to hurt you," his eyes watering, a dull heartache in his chest as he watched you, the love and light of his life, break down right in front of him, because of him.

he pulls your head into his shoulder, gently patting your back and rubbing circles into it.

"i'm so sorry baby, you're none of that okay, you're none of that. i love you."

sol’s comments ❀: holy crap i have no idea how to write angst to fluff or hurt TT, angst writers are the real mvps, i salute all of you. also just realised how often i have people cry, i feel like someone is crying in every post lmaooo :" also please someone request something where the boys cry mwahaha. >:)

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[milktea067]

Soo...Hi!Back again here:)

Uhm..I don't know if you're taking requests(forgot how to write this,brazilian problems)but if you do,i would like another one:))

Well,if you do actually,can you make a fic with sun and moon,an romantic one this time,based in they doind a secret birthday party for Y/N,bc Y/N didn't have the best day ever in her birthday (also,my birthday is very soon,i'm so happy!!)

Thank you so much if you can do it<33

(and sorry the errors)

No problem! I would love to! Happy early birthday!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂

Readers birthday!!

This one will be romantic, but of course I won’t do anything explicit. It will be gender neutral!

Warnings:Crying, hurtful thoughts, bad day at work, KARENS let me know if I missed anything!

Moon & sun x reader! Romantic! Gender neutral!

Not proofread very well 💀🤝

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“They couldn’t let me take just one day off…?”

You groaned, dragging your feet along the tile flooring. You had been working ALL DAY. Unfortunately for you, a lot of your coworkers were out sick and your boss was a monster, forcing you to take up their spots despite knowing today was a special day.

The special day in question was your birthday, something you both looked forward too and loathed at the same time. You weren’t one for gigantic parties, nor were you fond of all the attention you got. Well..maybe sometimes you enjoyed feeling special.

You woke up feeling strangely excited this morning, getting ready and rushing to work with a smile…only for it to be quickly ripped away by yelling, impatient visitors and an awful boss.

You wanted today to be at least a little special, planning on grabbing a cupcake from the kitchen and heading up to spend some time with your partners. That all seemed like a distant dream as of right now though as you stood with an awkward smile, trying not to cry as you were yelled at by an angry mother and her spoiled kid.

As soon as she was done with her rant, she huffed and stormed away with her child leaving you standing there with a sigh as you heard the overhead speakers announce it was closing time. Finally, the day was over.

That was when it hit you. The day was over. It was late at night, nothing was open. You had wasted the whole day working and being told off that you had forgotten about going out to celebrate. What could you do now? Everything was closed, and you were pretty sure the boss wanted you to be on night guard duty as well.

Tears filled your eyes, bringing that unpleasant sting to them and warping your vision.

“How pathetic are you? Crying like a baby. Your an adult now, birthdays aren’t meant to be special, how selfish can you be.” You thought, vigorously wiping your tears and blinking the rest away.

Was it to bad to ask for one day for yourself? You could spend it alone, you didn’t have to make it anyone else’s problem.

Climbing up the stairs you sighed, trying to calm your breathing before you entered the daycare. You didn’t want them to see you like this, feeling slightly embarrassed about your current state. Of course you knew they would never judge you, but you just didn’t want them to worry.

Taking a few deep breaths, you slowly opened the door and stepped inside, noting the lights were still on so that probably meant sunny was the one currently out and about.

“Sunny…? Are you there?” You called, walking into the room and closing the door behind you. As you walked along the carpeted floor, you began to notice a couple things. There was steamers and confetti absolutely everywhere, long colorful decorations on the walls.

You thought that maybe it was just a new look for the daycare, sunny did say he loved to rearrange and decorate once in a while. So it made sense until you walked into the main clearing where all the slides were, looking up and to the right to see sunny hanging from the little balcony of his castle as he attempted to hang up another banner.

This one wasn’t like the others, it was off white and clearly painted in Sunny’s adorable handwriting was “HAPPY BIRTHDAY [READER] I LUV YOU :D” on it.

Your heart completely melted as you noticed how much he struggled to get it just right, revealing all the little handprints on it explaining why every child walked out of the building with painted hands, also explaining why they all giggled when they passed you.

Soon enough he noticed you standing there and immediately lit up. “O-oh! Hi [Reader]! Y-you weren’t supposed to see this yet! I’ve been- AH-!“ he said, letting out a squeal as he accidentally slipped and fell right into the ball-pit.

You snorted as you watched him scramble out of the sea of plastic balls and make his way onto the floor next to it, taking a second to reorient himself before he immediately stood up and practically sprinted to you.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!!!” he shouted, bouncing back and forth on his feet excitedly before he threw his arms around you.

“It was really hard trying to keep myself from telling you everything! I-I was so excited I wanted you to come see the party from the moment we started planning it a week ago!” He said, squeezing you tightly but also making sure to be gentle with you, letting you watch on as he literally vibrated with excitement.

Once again you felt yourself being brought to tears, but this time it was for a completely different reason. Him and moon had spent a week of their time planning something for you? That felt incredibly amazing and heartwarming to know. They didn’t have to, but they did…that meant the world to you.

“Ah…[Reader]..? Whats…o-oh no! Don’t cry! I’m sorry! I didn’t hurt you did I?!” He said, pulling away and instead gently holding you by your shoulders as he looked into your eyes, noting the small sea that was forming in them.

“N-no no! It’s not that!” You said, laughing as you felt wet lines travel down your face. “I-it’s just.. I’ve never felt so happy before..” you smiled, taking a moment to wipe your face, still letting out small laughs while doing so.

“S-so…you like it…?” Sunny whispered, head facing the ground as he nervously fiddled with his fingers. You could tell he was nervous, hoping he didn’t upset you.

“I love it…” you beamed, smiling up at him as you used your hand to lift his face, letting his eyes meet yours. “Thank you…both of you…really…this is amazing…” you said, stepping forward and hugging him close.

He immediately hugged you back, gently pressing his forehead against yours, a loving and affectionate gesture. “I-I’m glad…o-oh! I forgot! We made you a cake! But moon said he wanted to give it to you so…j-just give me a minute!”

Watching as he quickly rushed off towards the lights, you couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your face. You loved them both so much, and it was clear they loved you in return.

Soon everything went dark, the room only illuminated by the computer screens at the front desk and something flickering just beyond your line of sight. A couple bells alerted you that the sun had gone down and the moon was rising, or at least that’s how you liked to think of it.

“Hey…you.” He said, voice sounding rough and scratchy, but you didn’t mind. The first time you met him, he had scared you, chasing you all around the daycare as you ran for your life. This time, you willingly walked over to him…no longer afraid.

“I heard it was your birthday…or whatever…so I had that idiot help me make a cake. It’s not the best but it’ll work, at least it’s edible I guess..”

You couldn’t help but smile at how shy he was. You would think that he would be scary and controlling, but he was actually the opposite. He was kind in his own way, and he was always supportive of whatever you did.

“Thank you moon…you really didn’t have to do all this, but I really appreciate it…” you said, smiling sweetly at him.

“Don’t say that. I wanted to do it. You’re so special to me…to him.. We both love you…even if I don’t say it much..” he said, looking away as he stepped towards you with a cake in his hands, sparklers on it sending sparks everywhere.

The cake was relatively big with white and blue frosting, some poorly but adorably made fondant figures of you, moon, and sun standing next to the sparklers while a couple words were written out in red gel.

You could no longer hold in the quiet, happy sob hiding behind your lips as fresh tears of joy slid down your face, reading those seven words that were so carefully drawn onto the white frosting.

“Happy birthday my love! We love you!”

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[loth-wolffe]

I'm the "you are my sunshine" anon back to cause trouble.. something fluffy and soft for you... Crosshair and his doubts, tracing his face with closed eyes.. memorizing details and whispered words of love.. seeing his burn for the first time... Maybe in a kinder world being able to chase his insecurities away

ANON MY BUBS DID U KNOW ALL THESE THINGS URE SENDING ARE MAKING ME WEAK. i love you anon. may all the divine entities bless you.

so wrote a lil something for u. and for me bc i miss he and i miss writing too (ty for getting me back on my writing feels, ily forever)

this is set right after the final episode, crosshair and reader were left in some planet bc the boys refused to take him back but were kind enough to drop them off somewhere.

and like i know you said soft and floofy but. i just went and made this some sort of hurt/comfort ajdkajdjd

(it's not a lil something it's a big something i can't contain myself. here have 900ish words filled with :( emojis) no warnings just angst. not proofread bc we don't do that in this house<3

you took him back, and he did so too.

when you had arrived to the planet closest to kamino he could barely look at you, but you don't mind.

what's done is done now.

you had told him as much as soon as you opened the cot you'd be staying for the night, just tonight, tomorrow we'll see, you said, and it was enough to convince him, he didn't want to stay.

you were tired, and for now you just wanted to look at him, to hold him for a moment as stars started to scatter around the sky and the sun had finally set.

"crosshair?" your voice had made a soft echo in the emptiness of the little room, it was only one bed and the door to the bathroom, he had stayed too long under the water and you were starting to get worried.

no response.

dragging your feet towards the steam and they led you right in front of him, not bothering to leave your clothes behind.

he looks sad, and you can't tell if he's been crying, the tears mingle with the little drops that fall onto his face, but he looks at you with those big eyes and you know he's trying to not break his hard facade.

it does crumble slightly when your hands cup his face.

"it's okay," you murmur, "I'm here now."

your hands map his face, trailing the places they have already trailed so long ago they almost forgot what touching him was like.

the stubble gently rubbing against the softness of your palms and you smile softly.

you had missed him.

you close your eyes, just feeling, fingers tracing his cheekbone, down to his lips, up his nose, the contour of his eyebrow.

"what are you doing?" he has never sound so broken.

"making sure everything is like it was before."

a little sob scapes from his lips, and it's then when your eyes meet his again, breaking the silent conversation going where he asks you once more what are you doing, hoping for a different answer that is bigger than what is happening right now.

nothing is like it used to be.

he knows. you know that too.

but it's him the one you want to make sure is the same, even if he's not.

things have changed, but how much?

he looks the same but also not. there's a little cut under his jaw, and one close to his temple, the crosshair tattoo is fading, it needs a redo. he seems skinnier, cheekbones more prominent. he's exhausted too.

you don't talk about the burn on his head. you don't dare to touch it either. guilt bubbling like acid in your chest and there's more to it than what you let on. you're not ready yet to step into that minefield.

still, the tips of your fingers touch the short hair, you smile a bit at how it feels. it's comforting, and you wouldn't mind running your fingers through it while you wait for him to fall asleep.

later, perhaps.

"hmm," you let out, and his eyes are suddenly shy, head dropping slightly just enough to tell you he's embarrassed, "my pretty boy."

to say he's surprised is an understatement, and your thumb wipes a little drop of water from his cheek that might have been a tear.

"you think so?" he tries to sound cheeky, to sound like it's not affecting him as much as it is, but his voice wavers with insecurity and the hope in his eyes begs for you to reassure him once more.

"I know so."

crosshair gives you a little smile, timid, one where the corner of his lips lifts enough to be considered a smile but you take it.

small victories and all.

"looking as handsome as ever."

his smile widens a bit, and his eyes cast down to the water running towards the drainage and your shoes are wet, it is then when he notices you're still in your clothes, them sticking to your skin like they want to be part of you and he knows the feeling too well.

"you just say that because you're stuck with me now."

you don't miss a beat to reply.

"I say it because I mean it."

the confidence in your voice makes tears fill his eyes, and he has to blink a few times for them to dissipate.

he nods once, and that's all.

you want to tell him you love him still, maybe kiss his lips since your own have missed their taste so much, but it's about him, it's about reassuring him and making sure he understands more than what an i love you can give.

there's a silence that you don't like; it feels heavy, filled with too many things you don't want to hear just yet and too many things he can't speak about.

"it's not your fault," you whisper, and he finally breaks, his head falling into the crook of your neck trying to hide all that flows from him, not just the tears, but the shame, and the pain, and everything that had been building inside him since that one night in kamino that changed it all.

and you hold him in your arms, squeezing him softly in hopes it's enough to collect his pieces and pull them back together.

"it's okay."

and it is, all while it's not.

because so many things have been broken but so many things have endured too.

you're still here, and so is he. and for tonight, that's enough.

"it's okay."

[murdertoothpick]

i'll meet you halfway

Crosshair x gn!Reader | w/c: 782

HAHA GUYS HURT/COMFORT FOR TBB SEASON 1 FINALE. THIS IS MY FIX IT FIC. don't read if you haven't seen the finale!! NOT PROOFREAD BC IM FEELING DANGEROUS

'You don't have to apologise, you know,' you murmur, lips moving softly again Crosshair's temple, brushing against the fresh slit of a future scar.

'I didn't say anything,' he frowns, unable to really reciprocate the affection you're giving him. He doesn't think he deserves it—or you, for that matter.

You hum softly, thumb replacing your lips on his head, a touch so gentle that it contests the bumps and ridges of the skin's vulnerabilities; the places where the flesh is roughly burned and marred with trauma. The removal of his chip, only hours prior, leaves another detail for you to focus on. The cut cruelly reminds you of everything you had endured separately, but also reassures you that he's back.

'You're thinking it,' you accuse lightheartedly, hand dropping to your sides so you can shuffle closer between his legs. He continues avoiding your eyes, but welcomes every touch you give him, and every effort to move closer.

He's sitting with his knees up, and you mirror the position, one of your knees between his open legs, and one of his between yours. Your hands land on his shoulders, kneading those muscles to ease him of the tension that has settled since reboarding the Marauder.

He doesn't say anything back, and for once the silence surrounding you is comforting. It's no longer swarmed by loneliness or loss or anxiety...but fills you up with fondness. In some ways, it reconnects you to the man you knew as not so much of a conversationalist. You don't press on. You never have. You don't force him to speak. You don't ask him to recollect the control of the chip, or the things he had to do while under it.

He'll share those things when he's ready. He always has. It's how your relationship works with him. You're patient, and when you're patient, you know he'll always come back to you.

You have no reason to believe otherwise.

Especially when after today, against all odds, you and his family managed to survive.

That kind of thing bonds people for life. And it's what they needed to open up to each other again.

And if I hadn't worked? You would have followed him, anywhere he decided to go. Just as he found his way back to you, there is no other universe in which you wouldn't find him.

Your hands curl around his neck, gently urging his head down to press against your chest. You kiss the top of his head, the shaved cut already beginning to regrow, but you feel no discomfort from the scratchy surface. It kinda tickles.

'We're sorry,' you tell him, and you can hear the small hitch in his breath at your words. His heartbeat thrums in his chest, and the way he tenses against you is begging for you to elaborate. Before he has to ask you, you continue.

'For not coming earlier,' you clarify, 'I'm sorry, we're s-'

'Stop.'

Crosshair removes his head from your chest, and looks at you. Really looks at you. He doesn't hide away in shame like he had done in your vicinity since Kamino had been shot down. He doesn't look at you for the purpose of trying to figure out where you and him stand. And he doesn't look at you as if you're the target he has to gun down.

Now, he looks at you because he needs you. Because you're there.

'I...I missed you,' he finally speaks, in that quiet voice that cracks when you're on the precipice of crying. And for once, Crosshair doesn't fight off the brimming of tears in his softened eyes, conveying hurt and compensating for his lack of words.

He will always be enough to you though.

He could tell you everything in the galaxy, or nothing at all. But when he looks at you with those eyes, as if you're his saving grace in a storm of anguish (because you are), that's all you need him to communicate.

You smile softly at him, now cradling his face as you attempt to wipe away his stray tears.

'I forgive you,' you whisper, and he doesn't argue. The way he welcomes you back in with all the intimacy is a silent apology that's enough for you. You hope that it provides him with something, maybe a gentle push as to say 'You have to forgive yourself too.'

You press a kiss to his lips, not fast that it's short-lived, and not slow that it falls back into a pattern of something the two of you just aren't ready for yet, but its loving, and does its best to unite what once was and what will be.

For now, you meet in the middle.

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