#hurt/comfort my beloved

[collophora]

Fics rec of the week, and especially if you like well-written Wrecker, is the entire work of @electrikworm on AO3 In order:

The Batch have a terrible day

Human Shield

A peaceful moment

(But go read the others too)

[fawnnpaws]

gawd…… ur brain. i love u.

patrick and the self-loathing… art being so insecure so sad… they’re both extra clingy to you that night, need you to make it all better.

and patrick the next day….. you’ve never seen him like that. neither has art. it’s so eerie. especially if like. you also grew up w them. idk. i looove a girl best friend trope. ANYWAYS!!! everything just feels so #off. poor sweetie patrick hates himself kinda, doesn’t know what to do

and if i said this all actually takes a huge emotional toll on you but you don’t say anything bc the two of them are worse off and you need to fix it………. if i said you fix everything for them and are their emotional comfort but end up breaking down yourself in a week because you didn’t talk about how you felt because that’s what you’ve always done with art and patrick……… its not entirely their fault, you just want to take care of them, but it’s been years in the making. years of mediating their spats, comforting them through break ups despite your pining for them, giving so much of yourself to make sure they’re okay and never voicing that you might need something in return. and now you’re navigating this new dynamic where suddenly you have the two people you’ve wanted most since you were fucking 12 years old.

you thought you knew what they needed, you thought you were equipped to handle anything they threw at you. you’d known them for the majority of your lives at this point, so seeing something completely new from patrick is terrifying. it takes days to figure out the root of the problem, days of walking on eggshells trying to get patrick to open up again. art is particularly needy because he’s just as scared as you are when patrick stops responding to your texts and spends more time out doing who knows what. you know he’s punishing himself, but you don’t know how to get him to stop. it takes locking him in a room with you and art to get him to talk, then it takes hours for the three of you to lay it all out. you address patrick’s self blaming and art’s insecurities, but you don’t say anything about how it’s affecting you. you don’t even think it’s affecting you at all - you just feel relieved that your boys have worked their feelings out in the open.

so, when things return to an improved normal, why don’t you feel better? why does it feel like there’s something gnawing in your chest? and— why are they looking at you like that?

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” they both speak at the same time, so you’re not even sure who says what, but suddenly, the two of them are on either side of you on the floor of your room with worry written all over their faces.

“what?” you hear yourself ask the question, but the words feel distant from you. like you’re watching yourself through backward binoculars. it’s then that you feel how wet your face is. you’re crying. you hadn’t even realized. come to think of it, you’re not sure how or when you ended up on the floor either. your tongue feels numb and you can’t stop the tears. you know they’re talking to you but you can’t hear them anymore. it’s like you’re being swallowed whole by a dark cloud.

the next thing you remember is an overwhelming sense of comfort. you’re laying down, pressed between two bodies. you know these bodies. art and patrick. your boys. you blink your eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the light coming through your window. it hasn’t been that long, then. above you, art and patrick are sitting propped against your headboard and talking in hushed voices. yours cuts through them, though it’s still soft with sleep, “what happened?”

they look down at you and it’s clear how relieved that are that you’re awake. that you’re somewhat okay.

“we’re not sure, baby, but we think you might have had a panic attack.” patrick says, instinctively reaching out to touch you but hesitating, like you’re made of glass he’s afraid he’ll break. you gently take his wrist and bring his hand to your face so you can nuzzle into it. art wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you up so you’re curled up in his lap, patrick closes the gap where your body was between them and pulls your legs over his lap, so you all stay touching.

“this week was really hard on you, wasn’t it?” art asks quietly.

you think for a moment and your lip wobbles, “i just wanted to help you both. i didn’t think i needed anything else.”

“you did help us. so perfectly.” patrick says, his hand still on your face. “we should have seen it was taking a toll on you.”

“no, i should have been able to handle it. i always handle it.” you insist, tears threatening to fall again. you feel art’s arms tighten around your waist.

“you’re right, you always handle it - handle us - but we need to take care of you, too.” art says. “i mean, jesus, we put so much on you this week alone. we should have checked on you. we should have been checking on you for the last ten years.”

“you’re our girl.” patrick smiles, leaning closer to look you in the eye. “just because you can, doesn’t mean you have to do everything by yourself. we’re here for you, too, sweetheart.”

you nod, letting out a choked little sob, and the two of them are on you again, cuddling you, holding you as close as they can. you can hear the steady rhythm of their heartbeats, feel the soft rise and fall of their chests. you remember what art always asks when he’s being held like this and decide to test it for yourself, “i was good?”

the answer is immediate from both of them.

“the fucking best,” from patrick.

“so so good - perfect, baby,” from art.

warmth and love radiate from them through you, so much so that it makes you dizzy. you understand why art asks that question now.

[conmenn]

unfinished comic I started based on an also unfinished mellingo fic I was writing !! Its in Melli’s pov bc it’s his world and we just live in it <3 (originally drawn 13/9/2022)

[valoale]

Sketch Saturday or me trying to be more active here with art

Q: Harry has ran after him in the pouring rain and is calling for him; what is he saying?

[asteriskdisasterisk]

"If Only We Could Go Back" palette from this post by @color-palettes

vvv Small ficlet under cut vvv

He laid his head on Dusknoir, sinking into his lap. His body was refreshingly cool and surprisingly solid with a slight give that softly held Lex’s head like a form-fitting pillow. The fox felt a lump in his throat as he closed his eyes and savored the moment…he didn’t realize how tired he was, or how much he missed this.

Lex felt his jaw clench as a gentle touch pressed against the back of his head. From the top of his neck to the curve of his back, Dusknoir slowly trailed a finger down his fur. He then pulled away, pausing long enough for Lex to leave or tell him to stop if he so desired. There was a nervous tension between both parties. The position they were in was not new, but the circumstances had since completely changed. What used to be a simple and comforting indulgence was now a game of chance where neither player knew the rules.

Testing the waters, Dusknoir fully laid his hand against Lex's back. The unexpected weight made the latter jolt and the hand was quickly retracted. Lex felt a twinge of embarrassment. He didn’t want Dusknoir to hurt him of course, but to react to something so simple and harmless like that…he hated it.

Lex let his body relax again as his head snuggled back into Dusknoir, who let out a small relieved sigh. Carefully, he returned his hand to Lex’s fur, lightly trailing down his neck again. It felt calming and safe…but it also felt foolish.

It was behavior like this that led to the catastrophic hurt of Dusknoir’s betrayal. If he had kept his distance and not grown so attached, if he had listened to his instincts, Lex could’ve walked out of it without as much pain. But he opened himself up to it, willingly dove into the deep end, allowed it to strangle him. Where he once delighted in the presence of Dusknoir now stood an aching wound that flinched away from any loving touch, created by the hands that now delicately brushed back his mane. Like a taunt, slowly and softly pulling back the loose strands behind Lex's ear.

Lex felt his eyes well up, the small droplets threatening to spill over his face. Tears teetered on the edge of his eyelids, held back only by their owner. Was it worth it to desperately grasp at what once was, to nurture that tiny flicker of hope, to even entertain the idea of letting someone who hurt him back into his life like this?

Fatigue washed over him as the soothing touch of Dusknoir lulled him to sleep. There was not much room to think in his tired haze. He could regret this later, but right now…he was okay.

[ro-doodles]

I made a very messy comic based off my dbd miraculous au and more specifically this post, so thanks @many-gay-magpies for the inspo

[maochira]

"Du spielst immer wieder Gott mit deiner Macht!"

Ness was yelling at Kaiser at a volume you've never heard him speak in. You didn't know he was capable of being so loud.

tags: gn!reader x Alexis Ness, reader is around 18 years old and works at Blue Lock, angst, hurt/comfort, Ness my poor baby boy, reader and Ness can be seen as in a platonic or romantic relationship it's your choice, Ness snaps at Kaiser holy fuck, I recommend listening to this song because it inspired this fic

"Du spielst immer wieder Gott mit deiner Macht!" Ness repeated, but you couldn't understand what he was saying because you didn't have your translator earbuds in, so you quickly tried to get them out of your pocket.

Originally, you were walking past Kaiser's room because you had to get to Noa's office to give him something from Ego. But that had to wait.

"It's always Isagi you talk about! Always him!" Now you were able to understand what Ness was saying, or well, he was yelling. Almost screaming. "What about me?!"

But to your surprise, you didn't hear Kaiser yell anything back. He didn't even talk at all. You could picture the scene that was happening inside Kaiser's room in your head: Ness, full of anger, standing in front of Kaiser, while Kaiser looks down at him with a cold gaze. Or a smirk. Both would be possible for him.

The silence that followed was uncomfortable, almost scary. You knew your task was to get to Noa, but staying here right now felt a lot more important. Just in case. After all, you and Ness were quite close. You wanted to be there for him if needed.

"Get the fuck out of my sight." Kaiser broke the silence with a cold voice.

For a second you debated with yourself to leave, but ended up staying.

The door to Kaiser's door opened and Ness exited the room. He looked like a mess, a few tears still running down his cheeks, which he wiped away with his sleeve.

His head was lowered, so he only noticed you when he raised his head a couple seconds after closing the door.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widened a little. "Oh... You heard that?"

You nodded. "Are you okay? You can talk to me if you want to."

Ness shrugged in response. "No, it's fine." He faked a smile. "I'll return to my room." And before you got to think about an answer, Ness ran away.

You thought about following him, but decided not to. Maybe he just needed a moment for himself. After all, he really looked like a mess. He was probably feeling like one as well.

So you continued your original task and headed to Noa's room.

But the entire time, you couldn't get Ness out of your head. The words he yelled at Kaiser repeating over and over in your head.

"Du spielst immer wieder Gott mit deiner Macht!"

Even though you didn't know what that meant, you remembered the emotions you heard when he yelled those words. You could almost feel them yourself.

Even after returning to your own room, Ness was stuck in your head.

You thought about going to his room to check on him, but the moment you got up from your bed, you heard someone knocking on your door.

"(Y/N)?" It was Ness. "You... You offered me to talk to you, right?"

You opened the door and looked at him. "I did." A small smile across your lips. "Come in."

Both of you sat down on your bed, and at first, silence filled the room. Ness seemed to think about what to say, but after a bit he was able to put his thoughts into words.

He tells you everything he currently feels about Kaiser. The way Kaiser only ever talks about Isagi, the way he keeps ignoring Ness and his feelings over and over and how Ness felt so invalidated and hurt.

This wasn't the first time he vented to you. It's happened a couple times already, but he's never been a mess like this. It's also the first time he's explicitly vented about Kaiser. Before, whenever he vented to you, it was about other things he had on his mind. You never knew he carried these feelings and thoughts within himself.

You don't even know how much time has passed by since Ness entered your room, but all that mattered to you right now was holding him in your arms, slowly running one of your hands through his hair.

"May I ask something?" Your voice was so quiet, it was almost a whisper.

Ness didn't respond verbally, he only nodded.

"What did you say to Kaiser before you mentioned Isagi? I... I didn't have my earbuds in at that time."

Ness took a deep breath before answering: "You mean when I said... 'You keep playing God with your power'?"

[purpleponder]

So remember when I said the world wasn’t ready for a magical boy au for dcmk?

I started with Shinichi again lol :)

I’m gonna rework the colors and design a bit maybe

[souptastical]

Day #3 of no sleep: i have written 3 chapters for my fic (last night's totaling 9,000+ words), i can feel sound and my phone feels like it might be alive but kate bush isn't playing in my ceiling yet so thats a good sign

[ataraxetta]

Jason having one of the worst flashbacks he's had in years and after not being able to be touched during while his head was in the toilet, he can curl up on the couch with Dick and not be asked questions, just get his hair petted kindly and his sore belly rubbed a bit. 👍

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Not me out here still craving snuggle comfort vibes after having written it twice XD I need to go to bed, good grief lol

[tommywambsgansceo]

I don't even need tomgreg to be canon I just want a scene where one of them is having a breakdown and crying for some reason and the other is there to hug and comfort them for no selfish reasons

I need to know they won't be alone when the series ends

[corntort]

baby's first fic this is so scarys i hope u guys like some sweet bonding between soms and wayne

[randomgentlefolk]

🐞? :D

🐞 = favorite headcanon?

Frederick has claustrophobia.

It makes sense! He was stuck in that trunk for almost a day.. Maybe I'm just projecting because while i don't know if I have claustrophobia, small spaces makes me really uncomfortable. But! I stand by this headcanon :D

[thechurchofgord]

Oh no the hurt/comfort fic has hurt!

[bnuuywol]

"You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay." (for the angst asks!)

This is a good one. It took me a hot minute to decide where this could go in their timeline, and ultimately I decided to veer off in the whump!WoL direction during the post-Stormblood era. Please enjoy! <3 And thankie for sending!!

More angst prompts here 💕

Even with Ala Mhigo liberated, Gyr Abania was still wrought with issues. Phoenyx and Thancred, at the behest of the Eorzean Alliance, took on some tasks concerning the border nearest to Garlemald. As threat of all out war loomed over the land once more, they found more and more parties of soldiers lurking around. The two were chosen for the mission due to their specific skillsets that would allow for a quick, clean elimination of the threat.

As capable as they both were, however, neither were immune to surprises. This particular group of Garlean soldiers caught them unaware. Despite this, they seemed to be holding their own, having almost taken down the whole party. But Phoenyx just did not see the one soldier behind him in time. The thin blade pierced his lower back and pushed through his abdomen. He bit back his vocal reaction. Fuck, he thought. That's exactly what I need right now... Once the soldier yanked the blade back out of him, Phoenyx fought through the pain and dealt with him swiftly. Then he pressed a hand to his side to suppress as much of the bleeding as he could, even though he couldn't do much about the entrance wound in his back.

Thancred finished dealing with hostiles of his own before turning his attention back to his boyfriend, immediately noticing the color had drained from his face. "Are you alright?" At the sound of his voice, Phoenyx shifted his gaze from the wound to his face. "Yeah. They caught me off guard, is all. It's not that bad." Despite how truthful his tone seemed to be, Thancred wasn't quite certain he believed him. Phoenyx had a bad habit of minimizing his own hardships, and from that distance with how dark his clothing was, he couldn't really tell for himself. He eyed him with concern. "If you're sure." Phoenyx nodded. "We should keep moving. There may be more lying in wait."

He only made it a couple steps before falling to his knees, breathing heavily. Thancred rushed forward, and as he got close he was finally able to see just how much blood was on his hand from holding it over the wound. "Let me see." He requested firmly. Phoenyx pulled his hand away and Thancred unbuttoned the bottom half of his shirt to get a better view of the injury. Seeing how deep it looked, he gently moved him to get a view of his back, the wet rip in his jacket confirming his suspicions. "Not that bad my arse, Phoenyx, this literally goes through you." He said, frustration and concern cutting through his tone. Thancred ripped a wide piece of cloth off the fabric hanging from his belt to wrap around his abdomen as a makeshift tourniquet. "I've had worse." Phoenyx remarked, then he groaned as Thancred tied off the cloth, the pressure making his nerves sting. "Even so, we need to get you back to Porto Praetoria. It's nothing a healer can't fix but the longer it is until you get to one, the worse it'll get." He draped Phoenyx's arm around his shoulders then heaved him off the ground. "Can you walk?" "With your help, yes."

Thancred cursed his inability to use teleportation magicks, as they were a considerable distance away from Porto Praetoria. Sure, a few small villages were closer, but with the fragile state of political affairs in Gyr Abania presently, he didn't trust people he wasn't acquainted with to be anywhere near the Warrior of Light while he was injured. Twelve forbid someone chose to exploit his vulnerability. But after what must have been about an hour of trekking, it was looking like they may not have a choice. As they walked, Phoenyx only grew weaker, his breath fast and shallow, his abnormally pale skin slick with sweat. As he lost more blood his brain fogged.

One moment they were walking slowly, the next he passed out completely. Thancred tried to support his weight as he went down, panic spreading through his nerves. "Nyx? Stay with me." He cupped his cheek in his hand, trying to rouse him awake again. "You're okay. You've got to be okay. You've got to be. You're okay. Please. Please be okay." He pleaded quietly. "You didn't survive false gods, dragons, and Ascians just to fall to a Garlean foot soldier. Wake up!"

Refusing to give up on him or let his emotions get in the way, Thancred decided to attempt to carry him the rest of the way. He hauled his boyfriend into his arms and rose back to standing, pushing forward with all his strength. His life depended on it. Fortunately, their luck took a turn for the better. Resistance scouts were stationed nearby their present location and spotted Thancred with the Warrior of Light in his arms. They ran out to meet him. Relief flooded his face as they approached. "What happened?" asked the first one to arrive. "Explanations can wait. He needs a healer immediately. Do you have one in your party?" "Aye. Our camp is a few minutes up the road. Come, I'll lead the way."

It took a few hours after the healer tended to his wound for Phoenyx to come to again. It was late in the evening by that point. The scouts that weren't keeping watch had long since fallen asleep, leaving Thancred awake on his own, staring into the flickering flames of the hearth and holding Phoenyx's hand. The Warrior of Light pulled himself into a sitting position, groaning from how stiff and sore he felt, but feeling otherwise alright. "Would it kill you to actually rest after suffering a life threatening altercation for once?" Thancred turned towards him. "I..." Phoenyx went to argue, but the defiance died as he realized how scary that must have been for him. "Sorry." Thancred sighed, the misplaced anger quickly devolving into relief at seeing him back to normal health. "It's not your fault." He pulled his partner into a tight embrace. Phoenyx relaxed into his touch. "Thank you." "For?" "Bringing me to safety." A gentle smile pulled at Thancred's lips. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head. "Of course, darling. It's not often I get to save you rather than the other way around." Phoenyx chuckled gently. "Ah. Yes. I've been keeping score." "Oh, have you now?" "You're very far behind. I'll have to come up with more creative ways to endanger myself so you can catch up." "Don't you dare." "I only jest. I'm sure the world will come up with plenty of other life threatening scenarios for me on its own and you'll have ample opportunity." Phoenyx smiled. "So long as you remember that I care not. You mean the world to me regardless. I'd save you a thousand times over." Thancred's heart filled with content and he rested his head on top of his, letting his eyes shut. "As would I."