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d0enti · 2 months

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Hazbin—“All you need is love.”

➵Summary:Morning coffe with them

➵Warning:mention of cannibalism in Rosie part

➵A/N: day 6 of fluffpril if you want you can cheek the masterlist here

⎯ 〈Vaggie〉

Vaggie is high on coffee trust me, literally nobody and I mean nobody can get her coffee away from her,since she's working in the hotel and doesn't want something bad to happen to it and her friends,even when Vaggie was in heaven she was a bit high on coffee, so drinking coffe with Vaggie is pretty much a day to day basic

"hm? Baby what are you doing up?"

"couldn't sleep"

"hm is that so want me to go and cuddle you?"

"no there's no need, could I just join you in work? Maybe even drink coffee with you"

"sure I don't mind, I go make one for you"

⎯ 〈Rosie〉

Rosie prefers tea and that's a fact though she drinks coffee once in a while, if you prefer coffee she will gladly make you one you enjoy you coffee and she enjoys her teeth tea, but she will drink it if there's an old friend around that she hasn't seen in a while, Alastor but anyway Rosie will be awake decently ealry around 7 am or 8 am depends really, I mean what's better then some teeth tea,coffe and some fingers and something else if you not an cannibal

"oh dear you're awake I got our breakfast ready!"

"you did? Thank you Rosie"

"of course I also made sure to get some non cannibal food just for you"

"aww thank you so much"

⎯ 〈Alastor〉!can be seen romantically!

Alastor is well how should I say this? Alastor is a classy drinker, so with that said he doesn't like tea and likes black coffee through he does know how to make one,just incase now let's just say you like coffee but don't know how to make it or you clumsy he will gladly do it for you or help you learn if you do it correctly he will pat you head

"hm? Ah good morning darling is there anything I can do for you?"

"hey Alastor it's just I wanted to make some coffee but well...I messed up...?"

"is that so then I can make it for you or do it with you"

⎯ 〈Vox〉

People get drunk on alcohol but Vox, that dude gets drunk on coffee there can't be a day where he doesn't drink coffee that is just impossible in his book, quite literally so yeah(just imagine him screaming like a little girl because you ran out of coffee) honestly you and the vees are probably tired of him, Valentino even makes a joke how Vox learned that from him.

"[Y/N] do you know where our coffee is!?"

"it should be on the counter"

"obviously it should but it's not"

"well then Valentino took it"

"VALENTINO YOU WRECKING WH-"

#➵{🥳}•events-ღ #➵{🪷}•Flufffic-ღ #hazbin hotel fanfiction #Hazbin hotel #Vaggie #Rosie #Alastor #Vox #vaggie x reader #rosie x reader #alastor x reader #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vaggie #hazbin rosie #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #x reader

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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Okay but can you do 25) that’s where all my clothes went but Steve saying it about his reader the girlfriend, and his and your best friend Robin??

Yes because I absolutely respect also loving brotp stobin with /reader for one or both of them haha, I love that dynamic! And absolutely a hc of my own too that Robin occasionally steals Steve’s clothes, as well as his partner doing so lmao

Prompt: 25) that’s where all my clothes went

Steve Harrington x reader, Robin Buckley & reader

You walked into family video at around midday, knowing Steve and Robin’s shift would be starting any minute.

When you entered the store only Robin was there, who lit up as soon as she saw it was only you, bouncing towards you before she encased you in a hug, one you eagerly returned as you took in the perfume you got her for her birthday.

“Thank God it’s you. The second I put my badge on and a customer walks in, I feel like my whole day is cursed.” Robin laughed into your shoulder, before pulling back with a smile, both of you still holding onto’s each other’s arms.

“Well thank God then. Can’t have your day being cursed. You’re riding in the same car as me when Steve takes us to the movie theatre later, I don’t wanna be collateral damage.” You joke, Robin lightly brushing your shoulder as she backed up a step closer to the tape rack. “And you don’t want me to be cursed?”

“Hmm, that too.” You agree, both of you laughing through your noses, before you sighed at the tapes that were definitely on the wrong shelves. A Nightmare On Elm Street was definitely not ‘kindergarten & under friendly!’

It only took you a second however, now you’d pulled away from Robin, to notice the dark blue shirt she was wearing, accompanied by some dangly bracelets and a black pair of ripped jeans. “Is that’s Steve’s shirt? Or is another one you both accidentally bought?” You asked good naturedly, remembering the time they both showed up to Nancy’s party in the same sports crop top.

Robin sighed, pinching the material and pulling it out from her stomach. “Yeah, I didn’t like any of my clean clothes today.”

You both nodded together, knowing the feeling.

It was a normal thing for both of you to steal from Steve’s wardrobe. You were both over at his all the time, sometimes hanging out there when Steve wasn’t even in.

One day Steve had left bed early to drive Dustin somewhere, but you were still lounging about in his sheets. You heard someone using the front door key, and Robin bounded into the bedroom, only giving you a slightly too ealry in the morning but still cheery “Oh hey!” as you tried to at least put a bra on under the sheets.

Robin had been swiping all of Steve’s jackets on a rack to the side one by one, and when you had last nights bra and Steve’s basketball shorts on, you joined her side, asking “anything in particular you’re looking for?”

“Yeah. His brown jacket, you know the fake leather one? I’ve just got a new bunch of shit and I need to see if it fits these tops that pretty much will only go with that.”

You found it in a small pile and handed it to Robin, used to her raiding Steve’s closet before, and she knew you did the exact same thing. Occasionally with Steve in the room, where you both promised to give it back. Although now, you knew you weren’t the only one to use Steve’s gifted house keys to your advantage.

Now though, in family video, you took in the top Robin was wearing, feeling the material by stroking the sleeves on her bicep, and nodding knowing the answer to your internal question.

“Oh yeah. I wore that one yesterday.” You kept nodding. It was a good shirt. Very fashionable, and unisex. Not that shirts had genders.

Robin blinked, although wasn’t really surprised, looking down at it “Oh really?” She lifted the collar, giving it a small sniff test. “Well at least you smell good. It was on his clean pile.”

“Yeah I put it there last night, I only wore it for a couple of hours when we went shopping.”

“Probably for more clothes. Poor Steve.” Robin pulled a dramatic face at you, woeing for him, and you both shared another laugh. Helping Robin in her duties as you took three copies of Friday The 13th, and four of The Exorcist and helped move it to the horror section.

“I mean, I’m wearing his top and his pants today. Not my fault I can convince him to get pants that comfortably fit both of us.” You gestured down to your outfit, Robin giving it a quick applause in appreciation.

“Yeah” Robin started “Have you noticed he wears this one to work a lot?” She nodded down to ‘her’ shirt, flattening it with a brush of her hand. You weren’t even surprised at how well Steve’s clothes fit you or Robin anymore sometimes. Almost like he wanted you both to steal them, you could argue.

“I think he thinks this one is more ‘professional’ or something.” Robin gave air quotes at the word, rolling her eyes and smiling at you before returning to the task at hand.

You pull it a little from her waist, Robin of course doesn’t care, as you rub the hem of it between your fingers. It really did seem like a good material. “Well do you think he was gonna wear it today?” You asked, only for Robin to give an uncaring shrug at you.

That’s when Steve ran through the door, a good twelve minutes late to his shift.

Luckily his face went from panic and trying to keep the door from flying off its hinges, to a relaxed puff of air flowing from his cheeks, as he realised it was only you and Robin in the store, no Keith.

“Well thank God for that.”

“God’s getting a lot of thanks today.” Robin noted, leaving the tapes for Steve to sort as she went to lean against the counter. There was a really good spot the sun shone through at midday, and Robin rolled her head and relaxed into it like a cat.

“Yeah, that’s probably why so many people are avoiding curses.” You noted as you walked up to Steve.

“Amen!” Robin called with a finger out to you, eyes still closed, as you came and bundled Steve’s sweater up in your hands, leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“What?” Steve said quietly, a lost look in his puppy dog eyes as he looked between his girlfriend and his best friend.

You and Robin both just chuckled, and you used his sweater to pull him in for another kiss. One Steve smiled against, even if he wasn’t quite in on your antics of the day. Giving just a quiet and happy moan, simply because he was happy to be giving you your first kiss of the day.

It was only when you leaned back, Steve still smiling hooded at you, slightly licking his lips, that you looked at the darker colour between your hands. And as you took a step back, still holding him like he owed you money, you were just a tad surprised. “Is that my sweater?”

Even Robin looked up now, peering her head aorund to catch a glimpse.

“Yeah babe. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t find anything work suitable left for today.” Steve relayed, his hand rubbing the back of your neck, still there from when he’d been kissing you. You could tell it was from a drawer you left at Steve’s house, for when you didn’t pack for an unplanned ‘sleepover’.

Steve still felt comfortable in it though at least. Even if he was late with the chaos of tearing his bedroom apart. “I swear my laundry machine eats my-“

Steve stopped as you gestured smiling apologetically down at your shirt... and at your pants. And when you looked over at Robin, Steve followed your trail. Watching her cheerily wave, before he realised what she was wearing too.

He fell back on his feet, an amused smile on his face. “Oh. That’s where all my clothes went.” He bemused, unable to even sound chiding.

And even though you kissed his cheek in ‘apology’, you knew he loved the easy going and close friendships and relationships he had with you and Robin. And the others, because Eddie definitely stole that sports crop top from Steve after that party, because you remember chucking it out a window at him. You knew Steve loved his little family, even if you punked him sometimes like this.

“Well I’m eventually gonna give it back.” You rolled your eyes dramatically, pulling on ‘his’ sweater sweetly, as Robin called out “I’m not!”

Steve only wrapped his arm around your neck, kissing the shell of your ear. “It’s fine. It looks better on you than it does me. Although Robin could use a little help.”

“Dingus!” Robin called out, letting her middle finger stretch far.

Steve only retuned his half heartedly, before shaking his head at both of you. Getting his attention drawn back as your fingers graced his toned chest. “Just don’t get any badge holes in it Stevie. They look awful in that sweater.”

#Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington fluff #Robin Buckley & reader #platonic stobin #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington drabble #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #stranger things #platonic stobin & reader #Eddie Munson & reader #Eddie Munson #ask #anon #1.5k

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generalluxun · 9 months

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New ML Fanfiction: In Direct Opposition

I figured I would post the first section of this fic here on Tumblr while announcing it's inception. Future installments will be on AO3(as this one is) which is linked in my profile.

The fic is Alya-centric and begins the morning of Origins. Alya's alarm goes off early, she gets up early, she leaves the house early, and she meets Chloé Bourgeois before anyone else at school. Events quickly clue her in that her new 'friend' is, problematic, but Alya is nothing if not stubborn and takes this as a challenge. The fic will revisit several canon-events from a different point of view and with alterations along the way. However one thing Alya begins to notice ealry... something is altering events as she's experienced them, creating multiple perceptions of the true flow of events. She sets out to find out what this is, while still living through the life of a girl at FDP stuck between Chloe and Marinette, Ladybug and Hawkmoth. Full text below the cut.

Alya Césaire scanned an article about the mayor dedicating a new park, then entered his name into her phone's search engine. She finished the article while stirring more sugar into the remains of her morning coffee then tapped through search results to scan for more info.

Ten years, daughter, wife-Audrey Bourgeois.

Alya stopped at that name. She glanced over the embedded pictures of the mayor's family, then opened a new tab to double check her theory. Yes, it was Audrey Bourgeois, fashion critic. She was often mixed up with the New York heroes in some manner or another. Usually it was some villain seeking revenge. Majestia and Knight Owl had saved her countless times. It seemed like Audrey was really good at inspiring revenge.

Alya finished her coffee, moving on to the next article, search engine open beside her. She was deep into an article about fashion mogul Gabriel Agreste when her sister's voice interrupted her.

"What's all this, sis?" Nora indicated the breakfast array Alya had spread across the table, before grabbing an orange and peeling it.

Alya folded the newspaper and tapped it against her lips. "Well, despite my triple checking, my alarm went off a whole hour early this morning. So I put my extra time to good use. Some for me, and some for you and the twins."

Nora's eyes widened as one part of that sunk in. She froze with an orange slice poised in front of her mouth. "New school? It starts today? As in…?"

Alya couldn't help but grin at her big sister's reaction. "That means the twins are all yours today. Good luck, this breakfast should have them docile for a little while."

As if on cue a sleepy but insistent, "Mama?' and 'sis?' made themselves heard through the apartment.

Alya grabbed one last piece of toast and her bag. "Oops, look at the time. See you when I get back, Nora!" then she fled.

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Early up, early out the door, and now early for school. Alya lingered outside, watching the new kids coming and going. It was a little conceit her mother had taught her to make the move easier. ‘You’re not the new kid, honey. You’ve been around since you were born. They’re the new ones. Just give them a chance to show you who they are.’

Alya liked the idea, but it did come with the tricky afterthought. Who do I give a chance to first?

A limousine pulled up to the curb as if on cue. The other students ignored it, and Alya wondered just what kind of school this was. A driver opened the door and out scrambled first a bespectacled ginger haired girl, then a glammed up blonde whose body language immediately set Alya’s hair on end. The tinge of fear just galvanized her though. What good’s a reporter who is scared of the rich? If I can take on this one, I’ve got it made. Her morning dive in the paper had even supplied her with a name to go with the face as she approached.

“You’re Chloé Bourgeois, the mayor’s daughter!”

The Blonde’s head snapped around and sharp-cut sapphire blue eyes regarded her cooly. Alya stood her ground with her best smile in place. Chloé gestured to her, “I don’t know you, do I?”

The ginger was at Chloé’s shoulder in a heartbeat, murmuring near her ear, “No Chloé, you don’t. She doesn’t go here.”

Alya stuck out her hand, bulldozing the social barricade, “Alya Césaire, new student. So, you really are the mayor’s daughter, right? I saw your picture on the mayor’s website while doing my research.”

The other girl was clearly not used to being approached. She regarded the hand as if it might be a weapon, but a few beats later what Alya had said seemed to register and her scowl turned into a delighted smile. “You saw my picture on daddy’s webpage? Was it big? Was it on the front, or was it buried again? Why were you looking me up? I mean, I am interesting, I know, but why specifically? ”

Alya kept up the pressure, recognizing tells. “Well, it just made sense, looking for the important people in town. I’m an independent reporter. While I have you, can I line up an interview?”

It worked. The delighted curiosity morphed into a self-satisfied pleasure on Chloé’s face. She reached out and plucked at Alya’s hand, not a proper shake but a gesture that could be worked with. “An interview? Well, I suppose I could do something like that. Are you very famous back where you come from? You’re not… dressed… very fashionably.”

Fashion! Alya remembered the other little nugget of information and put it to use. She clasped her hands behind herself, squaring her shoulders. “I’m rising in the journalism world.” Not technically a lie, even if I’m very close to the ground right now. “As for fashion, we can’t all be as well versed as Audrey Bourgeois, can we? Anyway the story is supposed to be what stands out, not the reporter.”

A series of reactions danced over Chloé’s supremely-readable face, not all of them positive. Alya filed that away for later. In the end though her smile remained, if slightly more pasted on. “Quite right. Well, it’s a very busy day, new girl. If stories are what you are here for, today is the very first day Adrien Agreste will be attending Francis DuPont. Oh, I know!”

Chloé’s face brightened with childish delight again.

“You can do a joint interview for the both of us. The mayor’s daughter, Chloé Bourgeois, and Adrien Agreste, fashion icon, friends finally united!”

Professional interest joined with her desire to make new friends. Alya nodded with a toothy grin of her own and clenched a fist, “I’ll interview the two of you within an inch of your lives.”

Chloé nodded, “Excellent. Just follow me Césaire. I can see we’ll be good friends.”

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The school was definitely a change of pace. Alya knew her father’s new job was a lot better, but everything about this school screamed money. There were only a few dozen students in total from what she could tell, and her classroom had seats for twelve at most. She was still taking it in when Chloé stopped beside one of the front desks and held up a hand.

“Wait here. I have some adjustments to make.”

She ascended to the next tier and stopped beside a dejected looking girl who wore her dark hair in pigtails. Chloé said something in a normal tone that Alya couldn’t hear. Alya tried to strain her hearing, snooping being a perfectly valid journalistic activity, and so flinched when Chloé’s voice went from normal to bellow.

“Wake up, Du-Pain-Cheng! You’re sitting in my seat!”

The pigtailed girl jumped, her eyes focused on Chloé and she sighed, “Chloé, this is my seat, this has always been my seat.”

Beside Alya, Sabrina opened her mouth, but then snapped it shut and gave Alya a side-eye. Alya’s hackles rose.

“Not anymore!” Chloé snapped. She thrust a finger at the empty first row seat in front of pigtails. “It’s going to be Adrien’s first day and that’s his seat. Which means you’re sitting in my seat.”

Pigtails seemed resigned, but still questioned, “Who’s Adrien?”

Chloé laughed into the back of her hand. It was not a nice laugh. Alya’s hackles rose further. Chloé leaned in too close to pigtails, “Adrien Agreste! What, have you been living under a rock? Well, no, scratch that. I know you have been. Adrien is only the most famous model in all of Paris, and he’s my best friend. I was the one who had daddy get him enrolled here, so I get to sit beside him.”

Alya’s senses expanded, taking in the room, the reactions, tiny details that mattered in an instant. She stepped up to the pair, “Hey!”

Not just two pairs, but all the eyes in the room swiveled to her.

Alya gestured back to the empty front row desk Sabrina still stood beside. “If it's the proximity you want, this seat makes a lot more sense. No desk in the way, and he’s not facing the wrong way. I mean, I’m new to Paris so I don’t know who he is either, but I’m guessing it’s not the back of his head most people go gaga over.”

Chloe and pigtails exchanged looks. Alya counted to ten in her head to keep from going on, she had to let it stew. Chloé went from confusion to confidence again. “Of course! Up front is where the winners are anyway.” Alya was congratulating herself but Chloé snapped back to pigtails, “Being behind Adrien will remind you that you’re beneath him too, Du-Pain-Cheng.”

Chloé immediately stepped away from pigtails, and Alya considered it a partial victory. Behind her, the other girl wilted with relief. Chloé stopped short when the problem of three girls and two seats became apparent, but this time she had a solution of her own.

“Sabrina! You go up and sit beside Dupain-Cheng. She clearly needs all the help she can get. Don’t let her out of your sight. Cesaire, you stay with me, we can’t have you getting lost on your first day.”

Shuffling took place. Chloé was rattling off information about Adrien Agreste, but Alya was listening with half an ear. She’d been in school for less than thirty minutes and already she sensed she was in the middle of something big.

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Lunch was Alya’s first free moment. This Adrien Agreste hadn’t shown up, and Chloé had gone from energetic to reticent as the hours wore on. It was Sabrina, not Chloé, who informed her, “Chloé’s going back to the hotel for lunch. As her best friend , I’m going with her. You stay here, and try not to get into too much trouble.”

It was funny, 35 kilos of awkward girl trying to look intimidating through glasses thicker than Alya’s. Alya made sure not to laugh though, it wouldn’t help anything. Instead she just gave Sabrina the same innocent expression she gave the twins when they were trying to be bossy. “Of course not! I’ll be fine. Go cheer her up. Only a best friend can do that, you know.”

Sabrina’s suspicious look had Alya thinking maybe the other girl saw through her, but she didn’t say anything. She just trotted out after Chloé, who’s ground-eating stride had almost taken her out of the courtyard already.

Alya had a goal this lunch and scanned for her target as soon as she entered the cafeteria. Finding her, she crossed to the table-for-one, and tried a cheerful sing-song. “Heya, pigtails.”

The intensity of the glower she got surprised her. “I have a name you know.”

Alya tried again. “I know, Du-Pain-Cheng, right?”

The glower darkened. Everything about this girl screamed cute and perky, but her expression would have fit a hardened criminal. “It’s Dupain-Cheng. That’s my last name. My friends call me Marinette. You’re Chloé’s friend though, so I guess that doesn’t matter.”

Alya would not be defeated. She helped herself to the seat opposite Marinette. “I’m going to be a friend to lots of people if I can help it. Can I count on you being one of those people? The name’s Alya Césaire, journalist-in-training.”

She stuck her hand out, and just as Chloé had, Marinette eyed it suspiciously.

Alya offered, “I did manage to avoid you having to give up your seat this morning.”

At that, Marinette cautiously extended her hand. “Yeah, why did you do that?”

Alya grabbed it before Marinette could reconsider and gave a solid shake. “Because, as Majestia says, ’All that is necessary for the triumph of evil if for good people to do nothing.’”

Marinette looked thoughtful for a moment, but then shook her head. “Well, you’ve set yourself up with the evilest girl in all of Paris.”

Alya’s own observations has been piling up, and before this morning she would have agreed instantly. However, Alya had already made nice with the blonde girl, and she would not be defeated , even by herself. A new line of thinking presented itself and Alya took hold of it with both hands.

She looked Marinette in the eyes, speaking slowly to convince herself and the other girl at the same time. “No. People aren’t evil. Evil gets inside people. If she’s evil now, then we just have to defeat that evil. That’s what heroes do. They defeat evil and save everyone .”

Marinette looked doubtful, but she slid a beat up box containing a single intact Macaroon amid a lot of mushed crumbs across the table toward Alya. “Well, thank you for what you did this morning, my hero.”

She finished with a smile and Alya smiled back in relief. Alya broke the macaroon in half and offered one piece back to Marinette. “Glad to help. Now, I need you to give me your version of what goes down in this school. A good reporter can’t ever have too many sources.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml fanfiction #Alya cesaire #chloé bourgeois #Marinette Dupain Cheng #Sabrina Raincomprix #Miraculous AU #Or is it?#Mystery

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heidbek · 2 years

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When they meet

this is my first male reader writing so it probably going to be cringe. Sans x Male Reader soulmate au

Monster had been free for about six years at this point. There was still division between monster and human, but it had been subsided. Thanks to the barrier being broken, humans were slowly awakening their latten magic power. The ambassador being Frisk the human being the first official mage or magical inclined human in the last 500 year. most people to awaken as mage will have a soulmate that is a monster or another mage as a soulmate. So, this is where a story being.

(y/n) was a part-time college student, working at a coffee shop for the school year, he could only see one color which was blue. It said once you meet your soulmate the world blows up with color, one they leave all you ever see is the color they most remind you of.

(y/n)pov

It had been the busy week of my life; I was finishing up my exams and with the big trip I had planned with my friend i had to take on extra hour. So here I am fumbling with my key to unlock the coffee shop at the Butt crack of done. "hahaha " laughing tiredly at my stupid joke as I open up the store. I walk in and forget lock the door behind me as I start to set up the store and prep for the morning rush. "Damn, they could of at least schedule my coworker to come in and help me prep." I say playing some music I as I get to prepping. I start to hum along to the song as I hear the front door ring, I look at the clock confused. "Hey your here ealry....." I look at the random Skelton and the world just feels with color like a movie sequence. "Well, ummm damn, my name (y/n)" i say rubbing the back my head with an awkward laugh. The taller Skelton wearing a hoodie look at me. "The name is Sans, Sans the Skelton." he said with a giant grin.

the end of part 1, tell me if ya want me to continue.

#undertale #sans #sans undertale #gaster #papyrus #frisk #male reader #x reader #reader insert #undetale au #undertale x reader #undertale sans #undertale imagines #sans the skeleton #sans x male reader #sans x you #sans x reader #sans x self insert

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swords-of-a-soilder · 5 months

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The Healing Process

chapter 2 Exhaustion

Forever eyes scanned his many documents as he rest his Chin in the plam of his hands; he glanced at his alarm clock then internally rolled his eyes at the time.

Three am was far to late for him to still be up, but as Cucurucho insisted he finished the reviews and get back to him first thing the next day, he had no other choice.

He struggled to keep his eyes open, becoming painful awear that he was no longer processing anything he was reading. information had simply become nothing more than words on paper, words that made zero sense to his exhausted brain.

He finally accepted defeat, deciding it was time for bed he stretched his arms behind his back then glared in the aquarium bear of any fish.

Among the still of night, or rather early morning, the silence bought his mind to ease; while it was admitly late for him to be up, he appreciated the vibes that came with the time. That was until said vibes was interupped by a booming, shaking his office.

Forever hurried to his main yard, meet with Philza's unconscious, badly injured body. A large gash in his back, scattered between wings; of which he wasn't even awear Phil had.

But one thing was more important to him right now; he lifted Philza, then turned him around, he rested his head on Phil's chest and After hearing his heartbeat breath a sigh of relief.

He carried Philza, bridal stlye to downstairs, where he temporarily left him on his sofa. He took the opportunity to serach his bathroom for First aid suppiles but strangly found only classified federation documents.

He assumed in his exhausted stated he must of brought them there, he released an annoyed sigh then made his way to the office, supprise still that he had not found the first aid kit but rather more documents.

Forever becoming more annoyed by the second and as well as serivly concerned for his friend, brought himself to his secret room where he search any available chest for a first ad kit, then thankful found one.

He made his way back to the living room, but upon entery noticed Philza's abstance, In fact the only sign of where he went were feathers scattered about. so of course Forever followed them.

This lead him a hefty distance, exhaustion worn him down as he traveled at least a thousand blocks on foot. However he refused to turn back, his friend was hurt and that mattered a lot more.

Eventually he found himself on the top of a moss covered mountain, a large glisitening pond in the center; in that pond he noticed Phil, floating on his back half asleep.

Forever admitly stared in aw, at the sight in front of him, Phil's wings spread out on each side of his body, his eyes only partly close and his sapphire eyes bealry starting up at the moon.

The moon herself, bathed Phil in faltering lighting, the soft glow of the white light bounced so perfectly of his face, bringing out the beauty on his face.

Forever knocked himself out his self induced trance and instead attempted to enter the pond, he knew Phil wasn't in his best State of mind, so he couldn't possibly leave him there alone.

He thread the water with caution, then upon reached Phil gently took him arms and swam back to shore; he sat on the surface, holding Phil in his lap above, water.

Forever soon noticed a Waystone not too far on from them, thus he carried Phil with his as he approached the stone, taking the opportunity to warp back to his home.

Once Phil was finally back on his couch, Forever place the first aid kit down next to him, he explored Phil's back again, appalled to find the ealry wound had mostly healed, only leaving a rather unsightly scar.

Raised ever so slightly, it was the kind you'd get when you rub you skin against something sharp but it its still too dull to break skin, instead leaving behind a irretated mess that would likely go down in a week.

Noting Phill was in freezing cold water before, forever took that as enough of a disinfectant as he had no intention of taking soap to Phil's back. Therefore he once more carried Phil braidal stlye where he surrendered his bed to him, then adjusted the couch for his own sleeping purpose.

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