#bro feels!

[sabyfangirl]

Forgiveness

This fic takes place after the "Flight of the Pollinators" episode. Spoiler Alert: bro feels and lots of comfort coming your way. Enjoy!

The Wild Kratts crew laughed as they savoured their freshly picked figs, the beautiful sound of bees smoothly buzzing near them.

They had just gotten Chris back from his long absence into the bug world, after nearly two days of tiring and endless search. Everyone was beyond relieved and glad to have their fellow green adventurer back, but no one was more relieved than Martin, for he was the most worried out of them during Chris' disappearance.

Strong emotions of guilt, frustration and fright were still there. Deep within him.

Martin hadn't fully recovered from the incident. He just couldn't stand the idea that they might have never seen Chris again, that he could've lost his precious little brother, knowing it would've been all his fault. The thought itself was enough to bring him intense uneasiness.

He looked down from the tree they were resting on, his eyes met a passing bee, reminding him of the moment Chris was taken away by Bee-ast.

"Martin, you alright bro?" A familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up to find Chris giving him a questioning look. He gulped.

"Uhh, yeah- all good," he stammered, giving him a thumb up.

A look of suspicion on Chris' face told him he wasn't convinced. Fortunately for him, it quickly faded away as it turned back to a typical, cheerful expression.

"If you say so!" Chris chuckled before taking another bite from his fig.

Martin let out a sigh of relief. He was still angry with himself and felt guilty for not telling the truth, but he simply couldn't. His brother was safe and sound and that was all that mattered, he wasn't willing to worry him with his absurd feelings. And so, he bottled up his negative emotions, letting them take full control...

"Guys, look!" Exclamed an amazed Aviva while pointing at a breath taking hummingbeard that happen to fly by. The crew wowed in astonishment, admiring the delicate zipping creature.

Martin faked a smile, hiding the unknown pain to his friends as the day went on, thinking he could keep it that way, or so he thought...

Later at night, while everyone was asleep, one member of the team was battling a perturbing nightmare.

Martin was twirling uncontrollably in bed, his head turning in every direction, the overwhelming scenes playing in his mind drowning him in a world of terror and anxiety, suffocating him in inescapable darkness.

"CHRIS!" He yelled out as he flung up in bed, gasping for air. Tears formed in his eyes faster than he could realize it, his heart was racing and his breathing was almost impossible to control.

Chris, on the other side of the room, was abruptly awoken by his brother's desperate scream, followed by quite sobs. He got up and panically looked around, spotting Martin on his bed. His eyes widened at the sight; his brother's head was burried in his arms as he let out painful sobs.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but it was all real. His older brother was crying in silence.

Concerned, he slowly got out of bed, took small steps until reaching his brother's side of the room. He was hesitant, a lump forming in his throat as he gently placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.

Martin gasped, startled by the sudden and unanticipated touch. He looked up with teary eyes to find a worried and confused Chris looking down at him. He quickly wiped the tears away, leaving distinguishable tear stains on his cheeks, even in the dark.

He faked a smile. "Chris, what are you doing up this late?" He even attempted to chuckle, which he failed at miserably. His strange behaviour only aroused more concern from his brother, his last bit of sleepiness melting away.

"Martin?" Chris sat beside him, comfortingly wrapping an arm around his older brother's shoulder.

Martin looked away from him, avoiding eye contact. His face was somewhere between firm and sorrowful.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?" Chris asked with a soft tone.

Martin's lips started shaking as more tears formed in his eyes, unable to hold back, he rested his face on his little bother's head as he let out painful sobs.

"C-Chris, sniff, I'm so sorry," his voice cracked, holding his brother tight in his arms.

Sudden realization hit Chris, each tear falling on his hair felt heavier than the last.

"Martin," he looked up and into his brother's bloodshot eyes, they were filled with pain and self-blame. "None of what happened was your fault."

Martin gave him an unconvinced look, his brows furrowed as more tears came down from his eyes.

"I-I was supposed to watch your back- sniff... I was supposed to protect you, but I failed!" He closed his eyes, not bearing the shocked expression on Chris' face.

"We could've lost you Chris... I could've lost you." That last sentence triggered something in Chris, he couldn't stand the pain his brother was going through.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around him, giving him the tightest bear hug he ever did. Martin was taken aback, almost not accepting the hug.

"But you didn't," Chris softly whispered in his ear. "I'm here now, all thanks to you."

"But-" Chris interrupted him. "You're the best brother I could ever have Martin," he let out with a sincere tone.

Martin couldn't believe his ears, he didn't think he was worthy of hearing those words, but he did anyway. He gave up as he allowed himself deeper in his little brother's arms, returning the hug he had longed for.

"Oh, Chris," he whispered, protectively pressing his brother's head against his neck. "What did I ever do to deserve a brother like you?" He smiled, another tear falling from his eye.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing," replied a warm-hearted Chris. He let out a small chuckle which warmed up his older brother's heart.

After what felt like years, a heavy sigh escaped the Kratt in blue, piercing the silence of the night.

"Better?" Chris asked, the two brothers still in that same hugging position.

Martin was feeling mixed emotions; he was still uncertain of himself being the way his little brother pictured him, but his reassurance wiped away most of his fear and self-hate, finally giving him the chance to forgive himself.

A faint smile crossed his wet face. "Better," he whispered.

That was all Chris needed to hear, and as he let go of the hug, Martin instantly held onto his shoulder, arousing new concern.

"Chris, I-uhh..." His voice trailed off.

"Yeah?" Chris let out with a soft voice.

"Can you- sleep with me tonight?" Martin asked hesitantly, squinting his eyes in embarrassment.

Chris seemed a bit surprised for a brief moment, but then he smiled warmly while placing a hand on his timid brother's shoulder.

"Not a problem, bro," he replied affectionately. Martin looked up, a relieved expression appearing on his face.

The two brothers cuddled in bed, covering themselves in a soft blanket - Chris' head resting on Martin's shoulder - their heavy eyelids closing from tiredness and emotional exhaustion, sleep slowly taking over.

The older brother had his arms wrapped around the younger one, unwilling to let go. He felt a heavy weight lift off his chest, he hadn't realized it yet, but the conversation from earlier really helped him. He hadn't felt this peaceful with himself since the moment Chris was taken away.

At last, he finally let go of the pain he was carrying, accepting his little brother's affection and love. He smiled.

"I love you, Chris," he whispered in his ear. A small smile formed on Chris' face. "I love you, too."

In an atmosphere of warmth and comfort, the brothers peacefully slumbered through the night in each other's arms.

Martin had earned his brother's forgiveness, and that was all he needed to fall asleep.

[spookberry]

🌲 Oregon Miku 🌲

[black-quadrant]

y’all remind yourselves your account is your space. you’re not a performance. you’re not annoying by being yourself. if people aren’t into it they can leave. you’re not obligated to please anyone, especially at the cost of your personal expression. the worst thing you can do for your online enjoyment is to filter or censor yourself.

[zan0tix]

STRILONDE ATTACK!!

[noodles-and-tea]

also what about an inverse twins in time au where ford went back to the 60's and stan stayed in the 80's?

Oh this is super interesting

[totallyredacted]

has anyone done this yet

[stealingyourbones]

I need Danny to say the most terrifying sentences casually near other heroes.

After a battle Phantom is looking at his uniform and his hands. “I think my skin is moving.”

The Flash whips his head around to look at Phantom, “I’m sorry what?”

Phantom is already nonchalantly floating away to go help civilians.

[adaki]

Wanted to do some biblically accurate mh art

[rystiel]

i keep seeing people say the doctor shouldn’t have feelings for rogue because he’s married to river…? river song… who has also married multiple people… one of the most polyamorous characters in the show…?

[aetherprism]

what do you mean they put hlvrai references in tf2 what do you mean valve knows about hlvrai

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3

[sabyfangirl]

Down With The Flu

A new day dawned on the Wild Kratts team, somewhere in North America where the Tortuga was nicely parked in a rainforest.

Chris was busy packing adventure gear while waiting for his brother who hadn't showed up yet.

"Binoculars, climbing rope, extra socks..." He recapitulated to himself. "Alright, I think everything's ready. Now where's Martin?" He looked around, still not spotting his brother.

"Maybe he's still asleep?" Jimmy guessed, fully concentrated on his video game. "Score!"

"Martin would never miss a creature adventure by sleeping in," Chris stated with a frown.

Just then, Martin entered the room, dragging his feet like a mummy, head bowed with slumpy shoulders.

"Hey bro, ready for- " Chris took one look at him and couldn't help but sense something was off.

"Morning," was all Martin could mutter, grabbing his bag and placing it near his brother's.

"Uhh... You alright, bro?" Chris asked. Martin looked up, his face not as bright as usual. "M'fine," he mumbled, heading to the fridge where he grabbed a drink.

Was he... Nah. Chris thought his brother must've gotten up from the wrong side of the bed, that's all... Right?

"Okay, bros. The suits are ready. You're good to go," they heard Aviva say from behind them, holding up the suits for them.

"Thanks, Aviva!" Chris delightfully grabbed his suit, followed by Martin just as he finished his drink.

Now they were ready to leave.

"Let's go, bro!" Chris grabbed his bag and headed outside, followed by Martin.

"Wait up!" he called, his voice sounding unusually pained...

Four hours later, the brothers returned to the HQ. Chris came in looking pumped and energetic while Martin...looked like he came back from the dead. He was huffing and sweating, as if he had ran a marathon, only worse.

"Feew... Now that was great!" Chris dropped his bag and stretched in satisfaction.

An very obviously exhausted Martin dropped his bag almost as soon as he walked in and went over to sit down, breathing abnormally fast.

"You alright, MK?" Koki asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her, forcing an unconvincing smile. "Yeah, m'okay." He faked a smile.

She frowned, still worried for her friend, but then he got up and headed for his room when-

"Hey, Martin, don't think you're getting away that easy." His brother's words caught him off guard. "You were barely moving back there! What was that about?" Chris asked, rather teasingly, but Martin didn't feel like talking to anyone... He just wanted some rest.

He turned around to face his brother and the crew, but before he could say anything, the earth beneath him started to shake, his vision becoming blurry in a matter of seconds. The last thing he remembered was his friends' horrified faces, before everything went black...

The crew's POV

The crew watched in horror Martin swaying uncontrollably, before losing consciousness and heading for the floor. Thankfully, Chris swiftly dashed past Aviva and caught his brother in his arms just in time, his head centimeters away from the ground. He gently layed him down and held his head in his lap, his eyes being closed shot.

"Martin? Martin, wake up!" Chris called out, panic clear in his voice.

He felt Aviva, Koki and Jimmy surrounding them with worried faces. Aviva knelt beside Chris and grabbed Martin's arm, wrapping her hands around his, while Koki was being squeezed by an exaggeratedly nervous Jimmy.

"Ahh- I-Is he okay?! What happened?" The ginger guy asked, stuttering.

Having had enough, Koki forced herself out of his arms then patted his back reassuringly.

"Don't worry, JZ. I'm sure Martin will be fine, but we need to get him to his room and find out what's wrong with him." She looked over at Chris and Aviva; they nodded.

A few minutes later, Martin was laying in his bed, sweatshirtless and breathing heavily, while Aviva examined him closely. The crew watched as she took out a stethoscope from the medical bag and started examining the unconscious Kratt.

Martin's POV

Surrounded by nothing but pitch darkness, Martin felt paralyzed, trapped and unable to speak. He was anxious when he felt a sudden small, cold metallic object pressed against the left side of his chest, but couldn't put a finger on it.

Just then, he started hearing indistinct familiar voices echoing near him...

The crew's POV

Chris, Koki and Jimmy were watching anxiously as Aviva examined Martin.

"Hmm... His heart beat is a little faster than usual," she remarked, before taking out an infrared thermometer gun to measure his temperature.

Her eyes widened.

Chris leaned in and looked over at the indicated temperature. "103,5 F?!" he exclaimed, now more worried than before.

"So, what's wrong with him?" Jimmy asked, both he and Koki filled with concern.

"Influenza," Aviva sighed, rubbing her bridge nose.

The crew gasped, then exchanged sad and worried expressions.

"The flu?" Chris whispered to himself, guilt rushing through him as he felt stupid for not realizing it earlier. He mentally beat himself up for being so oblivious.

"But don't worry guys, all he needs is to stay in bed, stay hydrated and take some meds for about a week or two," Aviva reassured, putting away the medical material and instead taking out some OTC medication.

"And these will ease his symptoms," she clarified, placing them on Martin's night table. "Now, all we can do is let him rest."

As they were heading out, Chris pulled a chair close to his brother's bed. "I'll stay here," he insisted with a sad tone.

The others only nodded understandingly as they walked out the door.

"Just make sure he takes those pills when he wakes up," Aviva reminded, earning a nod from him without turning his head. She sighed and exited the room, following the others.

Cue silence, followed by a sudden moan from Martin. Chris eagerly placed a gentle hand on his brother's burning forehead, a few sweat drops slowly making their way on his pillow, making it wet. That, and a reddish color dusting his face, made Chris frown deeply. He got up to go get something...

Moments later, he returned with a bowl full of water along with a white wash cloth, then placed them on the night table. As he sat on his chair, he noticed his brother's head twisting a little as he groaned in pain. He dipped the wash cloth in the water, rinsed it, then carefully massaged Martin's forehead, who flinched at the contact of the cool damp wach cloth.

Chris went on like that for a while then, not knowing when, fell asleep, his head resting on one arm whith the other still holding the wash cloth...

Hours later, Chris woke up to a sudden movement. His eyes flung open as he looked down at his brother, who was slowly waking up.

He held his hand with hopeful eyes. "Martin?" Chris called in a whisper.

Martin groaned before half-opening his bloodshot eyes, he opened his mouth to say something but his sore throat prevented him. Instead, a weak cough came out.

"Shh... It's alright, bro. I'm here." Chris softly caressed his head with the back of his hand; Martin let out a quivering sigh.

In sudden remembrance, Chris grabbed the medicine on the night table along with a cup of water, giving Martin a sad smile.

"Here, Aviva says you need to take these to get better."

With slight hesitance, Martin slowly sat up with a grunt. His head had never felt heavier. He took the pills before gulping down some water. Chris took the cup from his hand then turned to him, not knowing what to say...

"Hey, Martin, I-" he couldn't look into his eyes. "Sorry for being a pain earlier, I didn't know you weren't feeling-"

He was cut off. "No, it was my fault." He heard Martin say with a hoarse voice, now looking into his eyes. "I should've said something instead of going along."

They both looked at each other for a brief moment, then let out sheepish chuckles.

"So... how are you feeling?" Chris suddenly asked, feeling his brother's temperature again.

"Agh... M'head and muscles hurt, and my throat's killing me," he forced out with an achy voice.

Chris sighed as he tucked him back in bed, adjusting his blanket.

"Just stay in bed and rest. I'll go make you some soup, you must be starving." Chris assumed, acknowledging the fact that Martin had not only eaten nothing the entire day, but that he'd not have much appetite at the moment.

"Thanks, bro." He heard Martin manage behind him.

"You don't have to thank me, bro." A small smile crossed Chris' face.

He then left the room, allowing his brother to get the rest he needed.

[yuukirita]

Jazz and Arcee ship it

Also you can tots imagine Optimus bend down to talk to people cuz he's not used to being tall. That and he prob keeps hitting his head on things.

[papanowo]

i think dan should get to be a little weird too. as a treat

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.

[eggwishing]

someday... you gotta learn when to QUIT.