@divine-misfortune wanted Swissdew fluff. So have like 600 words of dew helping Swiss through a bad migraine because they’re both stupid and also the best friends ever <3
“Cirrus is bitching that you’re not downstairs yet, are you coming or not?” Dew pounded on Swiss’ hotel door. Probably loud enough to warrant a noise complaint but it wouldn’t be his first, or last. Swiss didn’t answer anyways. Silence coming from the room besides the sound of the air conditioner when dew put his ear up to the door. He expected the sound of the shower, or maybe him watching videos on his phone while he lost track of time.
“You better at least be dressed” dew slammed his fist against the door one more time, waiting a second before letting himself into Swiss’ hotel room.
The lights were off, cold air filling the room and making dew shiver as he walked in and threw the gas station bag of cheap snacks and pregame drinks onto the carpet. The only sign that Swiss was even there was the lump of blankets in the middle of the bed, locs poking out against the pillows.
“Rise and shine swissy” dew flicked the light switch, white fluorescent light filling the room, “you can sleep when you’re dead, I even got you one of those neon blue cans of whatever you like to drink to getcha started”
“Go without me” the lump mumbled, blankets being pulled higher over his head, “migraine, just turn the lights off when you leave”
Dew quickly flicked the switch again but Swiss didn’t hear the door open or close, just the rustling of a plastic bag and a pin prick of light coming from dews flashlight on his phone. Swiss lifted his head slightly, squinting to watch as dew hastily typed something on his phone and took a bunch of random cans out of the bag before bringing it over to sit on the nightstand.
“Really it’s fine, just go without me, I’ll see you in the morning” Swiss rolled over, giving dew a sad look even with the covers pulled up under his nose.
“Have you eaten since before the show?”
“No I-“
“You’re a dumbass” dew rolled his eyes, fishing out a snack cake and a small bag of combos “you don’t even have any water over here. Have you drank water recently? Actually, I know the answer. Eat”
Swiss slowly shoved bits of the small strawberry cake in his mouth as dew filled one of the small plastic cups with water in the bathroom. It was chemically and beyond too sweet, but the food hitting his stomach took a small edge off. Maybe he did need to eat.
Dew handed the water to him gently, grabbing the empty wrapper and throwing it on the nightstand. Swiss sipped the water with a confused look, handing it back to dew once it was empty.
“Don’t you need to go? Cirrus is going to be upset that you’re late, again” Swiss popped a combo into his mouth.
“Already texted her to go ahead. I’m not just going to leave you like this, you big baby. Scoot over, you’re hogging the blanket”
Swiss inched his way over enough for dew to crawl in beside him, stealing one of the little pretzels from his bag.
“Dew you don’t have to, I’ll be ok I swear”
“It’s already been done, come here, you’re freezing” dew pulled Swiss flush with his chest, one hand carding through his hair to use his fire ghoul magic, the other wrapped around his waist. Dew had done this before, some kind of routine whenever Swiss wasn’t feeling well back home and didn’t have aether to knock him out hard and fast in order to avoid it. Dew didn’t mind though, it was nice to spend the night without any shenanigans.
“Thank you” Swiss mumbled, eyes getting heavy as dews warmth lulled him off to sleep.
“Love you idiot, wish you would’ve asked for help earlier”
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Recently I’ve gotten back into working on my comic. Since I have the general plot outline set, I just need to fill it out with little bits of fluff and character moments. Which I thought you might all enjoy.
Just know that this is all gonna be really rough, first draft stuff, don’t expect an award winning novel here! But, here’s the first bit of random fluff.
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“No, that can’t be right…” Sam lay there in the dead of night. Jolted awake in a way that one could only be when examining a piece of their soul. Sam was not one to dream, an almost constant state of alarm ensured that her sleep was never peaceful. However the longer she lay there, the clearer the dream became.
With a sigh, Sam threw off the covers and headed for the kitchen. Brushing her hand along the dried flowers hanging over the stove, pondering which would make the perfect relaxant. “Lavender, thyme, chamomile–” An image of him, that goofy smile on his face when he’d gifted her this chamomile, it was her favorite after all. Steam curling from the mug, droplets of condensation rolling over her fingers as Sam took in the soft, floral scent wafting from her mug. Slowly recalling the progression of the dream.
He was the focus, obviously, that was the whole issue. But what really chilled her was the ease, the comfort his presence brought her. A sense of safety she hadn’t–
“Mrrp!” Oracle’s persistent tapping at her leg drew Sam away from her clouded mind. Scooping up the tiny grey fur ball with one hand she felt the quiver of it’s purr against her palm.
“What are you doing up so late, little guy?” Dropping the cat into her lap she continued to sip at her tea. Even now the thought filled her with dread to the pit of her stomach. Every time the thought entered her head she pushed it away. “There’s no way, I can’t possibly… For that loser?” And when she reflected; his horribly baggy goodwill fashion, greasy unkempt hair, his complete inability to take risks– but the way his garden always felt lush and warm, even from it’s small corner on the balcony. The diligent notes he would take after one of their sessions. The way his voice would change as they talked, when something really grabbed him and it almost felt like something was blooming right there in front of her.
Sam could feel the heat creeping into her cheeks, “Come on!” Slamming the mug onto the coffee table, startling Oracle from her lap and onto the table in the process. “It’s like, fostering a dog. Of course there’s attachment, it doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything!” The distinct sound of slurping cut through her panic. “Oracle, what are you doing?!” Shooing him away from the cup which now only contained a thin layer of tea among the grounds. Oracle staring up at Sam just a few steps away. “Well, I guess that’s one way to find out.”
Swirling the cup between her hands she counted down from three, Oracle crouched on the edge of the table before her, watching the cup with his eyes. Next was placing the cup upside down, and sneaking a chance to ruffle Oracle’s head while the remaining liquid drained from the cup. She had to take a deep breath before turning the cup back over. Grounds clustered towards the rim of the cup, thinning out as they got farther from the handle which was now pointing towards Sam.
“Well of course, I asked about the future after all.” Sam had taken to talking with Oracle as she did her readings. It served to work off any nerves that could interfere with the process.
At first the leaves seemed indifferent to her question, a mess of shapes in which nothing spoke to her. But then she caught it, the lopsided figure of a heart along the rim just under her right thumb. Its two halves so stretched thin that it was almost unrecognizable as such.
“Now that’s, an answer…” Sam set the cup back, no more sure than when she had left her bed. “If magic isn’t going to help me, I’ll just have to find out for myself.”
They’ve graduated from UA and got their hero licenses.
They have been dating since their first/second year and now live together in a nice cozy apartment.
One day, Inu opens the door to his and Kumi’s shared bedroom and peeks in. He sees Kumi standing in front of the vanity mirror, staring at the scars that cover her abdomen and arms.
Inu steps into the room cautiously, speaking softly to not spook her. “Kumi? Are you okay?”
Kumi doesn’t look away from the mirror, but speaks solemnly “How can you love someone as hideous as me..?”
Inu frowns and walks behind her. He wraps his arms around her waist and holds her gently.
“Why do you say that, babe?”
He asks, putting his cheek on her shoulder.
“These scars.. they make me look like a freak.”
Inu sighs through his nose and kisses her shoulder, his grip on Kumi tightens just a little.
“I think you’re beautiful.. scars and all..”
He whispers against her shoulder. She grasps Inu’s hands with her own, playing with his fingers.
“You really thinks so?”
“I know so.”
Kumi smiles softly, turning around in his grasp and puts her head on his shoulder. She hums, nuzzling his neck with her nose.
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