#Ochre lost the war against the urge to make YS clingy and possessive

[ochrearia]

Little Brother Turned Littler

Catastrophic levels of Ochre dropping YS being a Guardian Angel lore in the most random bonding one shot. Gee if only I had a job to pour all this focus and dedication into instead of brainrotting on tumblr dot com /silly

BFs in this one-shot: fc!BF (Boyf, Gold's), Yourself (YS)

There was a pleasant fog in his mind, swirling softly as he regained his thoughts. Weird. YS didn’t remember falling asleep, and it was surprising that he even had to begin with. What had he been doing earlier? Wow, he couldn't remember. That was new. Since when did he get into enough of a deep sleep to lose grip on the actions before? Why was he slow to wake up properly this time?

It felt like he was on the couch. TV? No, it was off, so he hadn’t been watching anything. YS supposed he could’ve been mindlessly scrolling on his phone again. It would be discarded somewhere nearby. But that wasn’t where his attention lay- the more he fell away from his slumber, the more he became aware of something.

Someone was running a hand through his hair. Soft and consistent, leaving small trails of wonderful warmth across his scalp as it went. YS, without really thinking about it, eagerly nuzzled his head up into the hand. More, that felt so nice, more please…

Hold on. Who was here? Only seemed like one person as far as he could tell. There were soft but mischievous chuckles from the culprit, most likely amused by his eagerness. Fuck, right, what the hell was he doing being so vulnerable? If he had a guest, how did he have the audacity to doze off so heavily?

YS pulled his eyes open, ignoring how much his brain really did not want to pull away from the hair petting. Somehow he’d ended up in such a ridiculous position, and he suddenly felt like nothing more than a stuffed animal.

Right, he was starting to remember now.

Boyf had come over. There was no reason to speak of, but it wasn’t like any of them had an underlying reason to come by anymore. Sure, he was still a comfort to them, and they’d come by sometimes to benefit from it. But they still continued to show up because they could. YS probably wouldn’t ever get over that.

Hanging around, being close without having to hold much of a conversation. That had been fine. But then Boyf had started humming, and YS still couldn’t really tell if it had been purposeful or not. But god dammit, that proved to be another way to incapacitate him now. Just like how he would hum to any of them when he was trying to calm and comfort them, it did the same for him. But because of his rampant insomnia, he was always tired. So if any of them returned the favor it was knocking his ass out embarrassingly fast.

Boyf was holding him to his chest like a teddy bear. What the hell. Clearly after he’d dozed off, the other decided pulling him onto his lap to hold him like a baby while he slept was the best plan. Did he just not care about how embarrassing that was to wake up to? Probably not. Despite knowing YS was awake now he didn’t bother to stop petting through his hair, or to let him go for that matter.

“...How long was I out?” YS mumbled after a few minutes of not moving either. He was praying that it wouldn't be pointed out later.

“Uhhh… maybe two hours, give or take?” Boyf responded innocently, grip suddenly tightening when he felt YS cringe with utter embarrassment. “Don’t get all worked up over it, man. Glad to help you rest. Sleep’s important, even for indignant softies in denial.”

YS groaned. “Fuck. Did you do that on purpose? You’re all figuring out too quickly that I’m weak to siren song behavior.”

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t.” He was playing around with it. Boyf was grinning even though YS couldn’t see his face. “Worth it, honestly. You got some nice rest, didn’t you? I think you did, you were leaning so heavily into me I thought you were going to start melting. You fell asleep so fast, it was hilarious. I’m sooooo going to be doing this again.”

What a fucking asshole. YS whined, pushing his nose into Boyf’s shoulder as he felt his shapeshifting go rogue again. This power was such a goddamn hazard.

“Oh please, do shrink, glad to know that you’re eager about your teddy bear status. Still haven’t left my hug either!” Boyf mused wickedly.

“Fuck you.” YS hissed, finally pulling away enough to see the smug look on his face. “Can’t you waste this menace energy on someone else? Go have another fight with Beefer or something, I didn’t do shit to deserve this target on my back.”

“You were the one who put the target on your own back the second you decided to make yourself known. Sounds like a you problem, buddy!” Boyf snarked back immediately. “Get more embarrassed, I want you to shrink more for my own amusement.”

Oh fuck no. YS was not playing into this shit this time. He ignored the tease, focusing all his energy on keeping control of his damn shapeshifting, getting back to his normal height. “Not this time you little shitter. I know you all embarrass me on purpose now, I’m practicing fighting off the auto-small whatever the fuck that happens.”

“No fun.” Boyf thought with a playful sigh. “Still funny that your so-called power ends up betraying you more often than not though. Would be interesting to have the ability to shapeshift whenever you want. Why don’t you really use it?”

“I mean, there’s not really much I need to be doing with it?” YS responded, shrugging. “You can ask Biff about how I would fuck around and over-exaggerate my jaw when singing when we first met. Really, honestly, no reason for me to do it. It only made me look even more creepy. Eugh, and the whole bone ignoring stuff, yeah I never really used it for anything important.”

“So lame. Biff getting to gatekeep all this shit about you. I think I’ve figured out what that little secret was but I haven’t tested my theory yet. You should be grateful I haven’t, if it’s what I think it is.”

“ANYway…” YS redirected immediately. He was not risking this conversation again. “Now you’ve got me thinking. You said having shapeshifting would be interesting, why haven’t you… tried borrowing it? Biff borrowed my magic before and I didn’t even know he could. I’m not really sure how he did it either, but if he could, maybe the rest of you can…?”

The look on Boyf’s face. Oh, YS was going to regret saying that, wasn’t he?

“Hooooly shit. I’m gonna try. Imagine that we start using it to be taller than your dumbass, not such a BIG brother then are you?”

“Don’t push it.” YS sniffed, amused. “Don’t you like being a little brother? I very aptly remember you being jealous that you didn’t get to be one sooner. If you make yourself taller than me then you can’t really be a little brother, now can you?”

Gotcha. Boyf shot him a playful glare. “Fine then. You know what? I’ve been sitting here for two hours with a big sleepy baby making me unable to move, and now I’m tired. I’m going to become small and now you're going to have to deal with a koala bear with an iron grip. Idiot.”

“Motherfucker-”

Well, YS didn’t have a chance to protest. Boyf figured out the trick to borrowing magic scarily fast, and within less than a minute the moron was using it, shrinking to the point YS was now towering over him. The fallen angel didn’t even get a chance to properly move before Boyf channeled his inner bug and crawled his way around, jumping on his back and hugging tightly.

“Fucker!” YS shouted again. He didn’t actually mind, but he wrapped his hands back to push Boyf up higher onto his shoulders instead, just to destroy the risk of the idiot finding his scars. He was not having another one find those. “Well now what? You can’t stay here forever, you’ve already spent hours doing fuck all.”

“Figure it out dumbass!” Boyf managed to shout, nuzzling his face into the top of YS’s head. “You can’t send me back to my world, I’m not in it, so you can’t get there!”

“Actually…” YS remembered suddenly. “I can. But you’d have to be the one to tell your mirror-walking to drag me with you. Beef did it once, I was uh- well, I wasn’t having a good time let’s say. He straight up just pulled me through the mirror with him back to his own apartment. And I didn’t bring my microphone with me. So it can work, actually.”

“Oh shit. Why don’t you ever talk about these cool ass things?! Stop keeping secrets you shady bitch.” Well that was a new one. “Go to the mirror, I wanna test this now. I wanna fuck around with magic.”

YS rolled his eyes, doing as he was told. He wasn’t sure if this was even going to work, reaching an arm out to rest his hand on the glass. It was solid, because of course it was. He raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to say ‘nevermind’, but then Boyf copied his action and also put a hand on the mirror. Suddenly the mirror was no longer solid, now it was walkable.

“Well, I hope we don’t end up somewhere fucked. Never tried this before…” YS mumbled before stepping through.

Thankfully, no fuck ups. They both slipped through the mirror just fine, ending up in Boyf’s apartment. The bathroom mirror above the sink, specifically, and YS had to over-complicate his climb out since there was a parasite on his back.

“Okay, we’re here. Where’s your partners, I’m gonna hand you off to them. I’ve got shit I’ve been putting off for weeks that I really should be doing by now…”

“You’re actually trying to get rid of me. That’s so fucked up.” Boyf’s thoughts were starting to get a little wobbly, signaling that he was starting to actually fall asleep now. “I’m not letting go, asshole. Good luck trying to pry me off.”

“For god’s sake- really?” YS grumbled, walking out of the bathroom and searching for his brother’s partners himself. It took a little bit, but he found them in the bedroom, minding their own business when he peeked his head in. “Oh good. You two, I have a special delivery. Take him.”

YS revealed their magically shrunken boyfriend by stepping properly into the room, garnering two different but hilarious reactions.

“He’s- small.” Pico pointed out dumbly.

“He’s so small!” GF repeated, her tone filled with infinitely more glee. “Oh but he’s falling asleep. You want us to take him? Sorry to inform you but you’re stuck. You’re not getting out of his grip until he’s awake later.”

Seriously? “Can’t you two shitters just take him? He’s your boyfriend.” He probably shouldn’t be using rude nicknames to refer to them, but oh well.

“Listen, the heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes that’s his big brother.” GF teased.

Boyf lifted his head at that, gaze half-lidded but indignant. “Fah’ you.”

“I-” YS stumbled over the fact the big brother thing was being mentioned so casually, by someone who wasn’t another version of him. Did these morons talk so fondly about him? That was… sweet.

“Fine. If you won’t take him then I’m borrowing your couch until he lets the fuck go of me. So much for doing those things I was meant to do weeks ago. Nothing ever goes my way when I want it to, does it?”

He was complaining to deaf ears, so he turned around and made his way over to the apartment’s couch. He managed to maneuver Boyf around once more, so he could lie down on his back while the little idiot was surgically attached to his chest instead.

At least Boyf’s partners were a little used to him. They’d met briefly last time when Boyf had very conveniently waited for them to be out to pass out on the floor while sick. YS hadn’t expected them to be teasing though. Well, the GF in this world was. The Pico was clearly a bit scared of him. That was fine, he looked weird and Picos always had insane trauma.

Boyf was completely knocked out now. This idiot, teasing him for being quick to fall asleep, when this was how he ended up like twenty minutes later? What a hypocrite. Small, warm hypocrite sprawled across his chest. Small. Smaller. Little brother turned littler. My little brother. Protect, love, protect, love…

Guard.

That last thought made YS jolt. Oh shit, really, was that what this was? How was that possible, he’d seen to his own Fall, those instincts shouldn’t even be there anymore. And for all of them, too? His guardian angel instincts were attaching and going ballistic with his other selves?! He wasn’t even a fucking angel anymore, that shouldn’t be happening!

They would never let him live this down if they knew. It might not be the same in other worlds, but guardian angels had a really interesting problem in his world. That problem being they would get incredibly possessive of whoever they attached to. Probably some mechanism built in that made it for certain they’d always do their job of, well, guarding. But it was also fucking embarrassing.

Well, the angel wasn’t meant to feel embarrassed about it, but that was normal angels who didn’t start doing things like feeling. Angels that weren’t YS.

“Fuck…” YS breathed, amused but slightly panicked at the same time. He still had angelic instincts? Why? He wasn’t supposed to be an angel anymore. And why did it have to be over his other selves, that was so weird, how was he supposed to justify being so possessive over ‘himself, but slightly different’?

He felt a gentle rumble in his pocket where his microphone was. Huh. She was awake again. Rumble? Was she… laughing? Wait a minute.

“You knew.” YS accused softly. “You fucking knew it was still there and you pushed me after them. You knew and manipulated me so I would have a purpose again, you cheeky minx!”

He could see her start glowing in his pocket. Of course. Hah, even in her state now, she was still the smarter of the two. Despite everything that had happened, she was still trying to keep him alive. Still loving and caring for him. Pushing him towards other versions of himself who somehow loved him too, because that was how she could show he was loved in her state now.

“Hah.” YS wasn’t sure if he should feel used or overwhelmed with sentiment. His arms tightened around Boyf’s back while he snoozed. 

“I said they were stopping me from continuing my plan. I said I couldn’t do it anymore. I didn’t realize that I literally couldn’t do it anymore. Those damn failsafe instincts… they’ll never let me. And you weren’t satisfied with pushing me to attach to just one, were you? No, it had to be all of them, because that way there’d never be any chance of detaching. No chance of letting myself die.”

This whole time, he’d thought he was going along with his plan and in control of his own fate. Herself had always been one step ahead of him, hadn’t she? Why had he ever thought that she’d let him die even in the state she was in now? Of course she wouldn’t. That was just how it goes, doing everything they could for each other. Even if those actions would’ve spelled death for him.

He sighed, letting his stupid instincts take over and hugged tighter around Boyf. At least he had a clear answer as to why he was so attached. He really had thought all of that shit was gone after he’d torn his wings off. But that left a pit of nervousness to form. Being clingy wasn’t unfamiliar to YS, but surely at least one of them would get uncomfortable, right? He’d have to work on pushing the possessiveness away.

Sure, he was giving into it now, but he could get away with it right now. Other times, not so much.

It was fine. He’d let himself give in for now. Maybe indulging the instincts now would make it easier to ignore them later.