hey babes
do you think you could do a hurt/comfort for milo & sweetheart? maybe a reverse role of the healing a feisty werewolf audio?
omg hi honey bun!! i absolutely can :) i think every fic i've written so far on this blog is a hurt/comfort 😙 it's really my specialty
love u the most for this rq!! i hope i fulfilled it well :)
ik there's a little bit of background in the video, but i'm gonna put in some ooc shit just to lead into the story
cw/tw : slight hurt/comfort, literally the same concept as the healing a feisty werewolf audio, just with milo healing sweetheart
Word count : 985
Fandom : redacted asmr
Pair : milo/sweetheart
if u wanna read on ao3!!
Sweetheart had been given their mission from D.U.M.P. to investigate a single rogue shade. They had been patrolling for the past few weeks, doing their best to keep eyes peeled for the shade. What exactly were they looking for? It’s not like they could find shades with ease every single day.
It was in the woods, somewhere where one of Sweetheart’s new friends, Milo, said he runs often with his pack.
The Shaw Pack.
They are the most infamous pack in Dahlia, known for specializing in their magic security for hire business. Sweetheart was definitely getting lucky with Milo.
However, Milo wasn’t currently there. Sweetheart couldn’t really detect anything else around them, but there was something stalking behind them. It wasn’t until they came to an open clearing that a gasp left their throat, quickly turning to see what had been stalking behind them in the woods.
The shade.
Sweetheart’s eyes went wide, reaching for their work phone as they tried to contact somebody from the Department. It wasn’t long after that they were forced to engage in battle with the shade, leading to them being held up by the throat.
Their hands and fingers clawed at the shade’s hands around their throat, trying to gasp for air. Sweethearts vision was starting to go fuzzy, their strength weakening more and more as their airway was restricted.
It wasn’t until they could feel a warm hand on the back of their neck that they realized that they were safe, muffled voices in the background calling for their attention. They couldn’t focus, eyes half lidded as they sputtered, trying to take breaths here and there, but still struggling to do so. Their eyes began to slowly close as they let sleep take over.
It had been a few hours until they’d woken up. It was a familiar place that surrounded them, but it wasn’t their home.
This was Milo’s apartment!
The pieces of that puzzle were pretty easy to put together, especially seeing how Milo had been sitting on his bed waiting for them to wake up. “Hey, Sweetheart, good morning- or, well, evening, I guess.” He had a small smile on his lips, his hand gently taking theirs.
Sweetheart slowly leaned up, resting their back against the headboard. Milo let out a small huff, sending a small glare their way as he picked up the glass of water on the side table, handing it over to them. “Y’know, you were lucky I showed up when I did. David and I were on a job when I sensed your aura. Not very easy, considerin’ you’r’a stealth, but what can I say? Guess I can tell when the dollface needs some help, huh?” He smirked, and Sweetheart could only take the glass and chug almost the entire thing. Milo’s eyes widened, taking the glass from their frail hands. “Woah, Sweetheart, slow down. Don’t wantcha gettin’ sick or anything.”
He placed the glass on the side table again, this time mostly empty. Milo’s eyes peeked back over to the figure in his bed, a soft smile grazing his lips now. “Y’know, you gave me a real scare there, Sweetheart.”
“I had it totally covered!” Their voice was hoarse, eyebrows furrowing as they realized how fucked they sounded.
“Oh really? Is ‘totally covered’ me showing up, you about to black out? Is that why I had to shift to get that damn shade’s hands from around your throat?” He huffed slightly, both of his hands gently grasping Sweetheart’s face.
“Listen, I’m just glad that we found you in time. I... I don’t really know what I woulda done if I didn’t have your ass gripin’ on me all the time.” Sweetheart immediately smacked his arm as he broke out into chuckles, a small smile dawing their lips now.
Milo could tell that it wasn’t very comfortable for Sweetheart to talk or move, considering the number of injuries they claimed during their fight with the shade. “Y’know, Sweetheart, I know a little bit of healin’ magic, just if you wanted to be a little more comfortable?” Milo’s statement came out as more of a question, trying to just lend a helping hand to make them more comfortable.
Sweetheart had eagerly nodded their head, giving him a weak smile. “Only if you don’t mind. I don’t want to drain you of your magic, but my neck is pretty sore, to be honest.” No shit their neck was sore. Milo could almost make out the shade’s fingerprints that were left imprinted on the skin.
He nodded his head. “Well, do ya mind if I put my hands on you? It’s, uh, best with skin to skin contact.” His words had a little bit of a suggestive bite to them, which made a small laugh bubble from the stealth’s lips. “Of course, Milo. I’d always want your hands on me.” They whispered that last bit, but it didn’t take much for Milo to hear. Y’know, wolf ears and all.
Milo’s hands gently placed themselves on their neck, and with a deep breath and gentle push of magic, Sweetheart was gasping with a full breath of fresh air now. “Oh my God, Milo, that feels so much better!” Sweetheart felt much better, to be completely honest. Sure, they were gonna be sore and have a few cuts, bumps, and bruises here and there, but their neck was really giving them trouble.
Things were better now, though. Milo didn’t really have to push himself to do that, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable. He didn’t care, though. Milo would do anything for them.
“Thank you, Milo, really.” Sweetheart’s hands found their way onto Milo’s cheeks, rubbing their thumbs over the soft skin on his face.
Milo could only smile back, slowly leaning in until their noses brushed together.
He leaned forward, locking their lips in a brief kiss before pulling away. “Anything for you, Sweetheart.”
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