#mcverse

Furina!MC definitely turned into her Chibi form the moment she first met Neuvillette, back when he was in his 'I hate all Usurpers' phase, and it threw him off so bad the anger was all but forgotten as he crouched by this tiny creature-

Oh, she was crying-

Cue him awkwardly trying to comfort her when he was literally just hating on her seconds earlier-

Despite that... this odd situation helped break the tension between him and her, as even with all his rage and bitterness, he just could NOT hate this pure bean.

As for the other MCs... can I ask for some help? Venti!MC with Zhongli, Kaveh!MC with Alhaitham, and the last one isn't romantic, but Nahida!MC with Wanderer!MC. Cause I want some chibi Nahida!MC action-

Travel

He makes it as far as his home. Crockett feels kind of bad for just leaving, but he couldn’t take it anymore. The tubes, the way they talk to him like he’s stupid, the everything. He needed out. He gets out of the hospital in his bagged clothes, and his wallet has the money for a bus that brings him to familiar, safe territory. It doesn’t matter that he can’t speak, can’t drink, can’t eat. He gets to feel his own bed beneath his back. Pull his own blankets over his chest. Rest in his own home. 

He knows he shouldn’t have left the hospital, but he just can’t take it anymore. He can’t do this. He wants everything to go back to normal (while knowing it likely never will) and breathe easily again. His phone begins to ring, but he quickly switches it to silent so he doesn’t have to listen to them all trying to get ahold of him. It’s stupid of them to call. He can’t simply speak to them. 

It doesn’t matter anyways, he has absolutely no inclination to be brought back to the hospital and held down while they pour that nutritional liquid into a tube that goes through his nose down his throat. At first he had been so freaked out by the sensation that they did have to physically make security restrain him so they could feed him. It was awful. Everything that’s happened has been.

One drawback of coming home is that any attempted sleep will be without the sedatives the hospital gives him, and he’s absolutely terrified to dream. He just knows he’ll dream of dirty fingers gripping his tongue before the knife sank into flesh and began to tear him apart. They ruined him. Mutilated him. Destroyed him. Without his jokes and his hollow flirtations, he has nothing to make himself loveable or even tolerable to the rest of the world. Even April has said, when she thought he was asleep, that she misses the sound of his voice, and she had never liked him all that much to begin with. 

He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes to try and hold back the tears, with no success to speak of. They run over. He sobs, an ugly and pitiful noise with no real sense to the painful sounds ripping from his throat. It isn’t fair. He wants things to go back to the way they were and to be able to talk and to feed himself and to be independent rather than some depressing hospital ward plugged full of tubes. 

In the end, it’s only a couple hours before Noah and Natalie arrive at his house, an ambulance on their heels, and Noah cups his swollen jaw to ask if he’s alright. 

If Crockett could scream, he would. 

Ren:

Anyway i don't know if it was sent because my internet is decided it wants to jump into the ocean so

ALL of the MC in one teyvat all of them are friends who lives in the same building or neighborhood w/ nahidaMc as someone they baby sat at multiple occasion so instead of having one creator they have a council of it like they all have their own characters that they build but it's all in one account

Like imagine kavehMc judging everyone when they decided to rearrange the teapot

AjawMc calling their characters weak and educating them on how to build the character properly to do big pp numbers

That's fine! I got the first ask, so don't worry! And again, I love the idea!

...@starreaderfilo. You're cooking something there.

They go chibi form, and their love ones just cuddle them, letting them nap on their laps-

Oh gosh, imagine a chibi Nahida!MC! She's already so tiny, she'd be even tinier as a chibi!

Thats so cute! Oh my god!

Missing

When Jimmy goes to hook up Crockett’s evening meal to the feeding tube, he notices. His first thought is that one of the nurses ought to be fired, or at least suspended for not paying enough attention. His second thought is that this could have been another abduction. His third and final thought is that they need to search. He hits the call button for security and tries to formulate something to say, some sort of response to losing the most important patient in the hospital. 

“The last rounds were half an hour ago,” he tells the security guard. “If he wasn’t abducted, he’d be on foot. He’s weak. He’s still injured. He wouldn’t get far. It’s possible he’s still in the hospital. I want Dr. Marcel found.”

Security as a whole begins their search, and Jimmy can’t shake the anger and fear at the idea that Crockett is gone again, especially as vulnerable as his last disappearance has made him. He can’t speak. He can’t eat or drink. The NG tube would have had to be pulled out of his body, which is uncomfortable to say the least. His large bore IV had to be removed too. The one reassurance Jimmy has is that there’s no blood, which suggests that Crockett got up of his own power and put pressure and a bandage on his arm. That means he’s still nearby. And he’s likely not in much, if any danger. 

“Who was his nurse?”

A young woman with dark brown hair and bright eyes, lip curled in irritation, steps forward. “I’ve been his lead nurse. He’s been a difficult patient, to say the last.”

Jimmy reads her name tag and gets his notepad from his pocket to copy it down for the report. “Of course he’s been difficult. He just experienced a major emotional and physical trauma and had his tongue cut out of his mouth. That is no excuse to be so neglectful that he could remove himself from the monitors and his lines without you noticing.”

“I can’t be expected to monitor every patient all the time.”

“That’s literally your job. You’re getting paid to monitor- I-”

He’s too angry to speak. He knows she’ll likely be fired for not just her mistake, but her callousness in its regard, and the way she clearly doesn’t know what her job is. But that will be an issue he will deal with when Crockett is safe once more, and taken care of the way he should be. They’ll move his ward when he’s back. Get him a new nurse. 

Jimmy realizes that the meal bag is still in his hand and lays it on the empty bed. They’ll find Crockett. They have to. He thinks of the frightened, pained look that has seemed glued onto Crockett’s face nowadays, and the obscure silence that doesn’t match the Crockett they had all grown to know and love in the emergency room. 

It occurs to him then that he has to tell the ED about this. He can only pray that they find Crockett first. 

Crockett refuses to open his mouth when he arrives at med. Natalie told the police and the EMTs what happened, which means that Noah is more than aware of what to expect, but he keeps his lips firmly sealed as he lays in the hospital bed, soaking up the painkillers and blood feeding into his IV. Someone brought his tongue. It was too late, even then, to do anything, but it proves what happened to him.

Eventually, he just sits down on Crockett’s hospital bed, careful not to touch him in fear of scaring him more after what he’s been through. The cops have come and gone, knowing that they won’t get anything out of him until his hands stop shaking and he allows medical treatment. Apparently Natalie said plenty for them both on the ambulance ride back to Med. 

“You’re safe now,” he tries. “They can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let them.”

Crockett looks at him, soulful eyes so sad in comparison to their usual mirth. It’s like it’s not even the same person anymore. Perhaps it isn’t; this new Crockett in front of him will never again make a joke followed by the most beautiful laugh in the world. He won’t speak the most confusing cajun slang and explain with more slang until no one can understand but they smile anyways because it’s hard not to when listening to the honeyed tone of his voice. 

A bead of blood escapes the corner of his lips and Noah knows his mouth must be still full of it. Noah gets him a plastic tray and holds it out. At last he opens up. He spits out so much blood that it makes something in Noah’s chest go tight, and finally, he allows himself to be examined by Noah’s gentle touch. He has to make him rinse twice with saline just to see beyond the blood. 

The cut is jagged, and still bleeding, of course. It’ll need stitches. Noah calls out a request for them, hoping someone hears, given that Crockett is still far too skittish for more than just one person to be in the hospital room at a time, especially the day shift nurses who mostly have yet to warm up to him. Maggie and April have, but they’re not on today. It’s just people Crockett doesn’t trust. That leaves Noah to try and piece together what happened and come up with a plan to fix him, while attempting to keep from scaring him further. 

“I’m going to stitch you up to stop the bleeding,” he says slowly, carefully, quietly. “Do you want local anaesthetic or to be knocked out? Hold up one finger for local, two for general.”

Crockett shakes his head. 

“No painkillers?”

He nods. 

It hurts Noah too, but he agrees and shakes his head at the nurse preparing a shot of novocaine. She hesitates. But she doesn’t push the issue, and leaves the stitch kit by the bed before abandoning them once more. Noah cups Crockett’s bloody jaw and asks him to keep his mouth open and let him know if he needs painkillers. It’s a mess. But still, he takes the time to stitch him up with dissolvable thread and careful, small knots. He’ll need a feeding tube until the wound is closed, something they’ll handle once Crockett is a bit calmer.