#sub fuu

Fuu:

Fuu was officially part of the Cleaners, thanks to Enjin's constant supervision and evaluation of him. Most of the time you were paired up with him in missions, you being a year older than him.

Your time together made you learn a lot of things about him.

You learned that he loves being ordered around, unconfident, and a literal sweetheart. When you first worked together on a mission assigned by Enjin, he was just standing there as you quite literally got thrown around by a giant gorilla like trashbeast.

"FU! WHAT ARE YOU STANDING THERE FOR? HELP ME OUT!"

Within a blink of an eye the trashbeast fell on the ground– disintegrating. Fu stands there– barely panting. When he sees you, he immediately rushes towards your direction. You've only heard of what he can do– not really seen it in the flesh.

"Fu?" He seems different, you know it's him but at the same time, not.

"It's Hii." He doesn't say much and soon fizzles back into Fuu.

"What the hell just happened?" Fuu gently carries you on his back while you were still processing what just occurred. You grab a hold of his cheeks, squishing between your index finger and thumb.

"Tell me."

He sputters out an answer, explaining how he can switch out with "Hii"— he shakes the cursed doll in his pocket— when given an order to.

Months pass and your relationship grew. Fuu responds well with your non-verbal cues, compared to having you word everything out for him a month ago. He has gained a little more confidence about himself from your constant praise.

In turn, Fuu absolutely loves you. He loves how you order him around constantly– even though some people outside the Cleaners think you're over working this man to death. They definitely didn't see Fuu's delighted face as he carries out every single order you gave him.

Today you were given a mission to clear out trashbeasts from a growing polluted zone, unfortunately you couldn't take Fuu with you since Enjin assigned him to a different team this time.

The fight with this trashbeast has got you stretching some sore spots.

"I've definitely grew lenient on myself these days." You jump over the bull like trashbeast. "Definitely my fault for making Fuu do all the work."

You obliterated the trashbeast later on– only sustaining minor injuries. But hey, nothing like a quick drink in a pub can't fix!

Later on, you made your way towards your room– with the help of Zanka who happened to see you sauntering in the halls.

"Thank you, Zankaaa!"

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get yourself drunk out of your ass next time!"

When you open the door to your room, Fuu was already there– standing by the entrance. He takes your hand and hurriedly drags you to your bed.

"W-where have you been? I got so worried when Enjin said he sent you on a mission—"

"I'm fiiine, just a couple bruises here and there."

"Then- then you should've went to Eisha immediately!"

His concern is absolutely adorable, he intertwined his fingers with yours– feeling the warmth of your palms against his.

"Chill out, Fuu. I wasn't seriously injured, I'll go tomorrow. Happy?"

He nods, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. You sigh– letting go of his hands to open your arms, signaling him to give you a hug. He gives you a bone crushing embrace– a groan emitted from you made him remember of your bruises.

"You know Fuu.. I realized something out there– while fighting those trashbeasts."

"What is it?" He looks up at you.

"I'm washed... I guess I've grown weak since I always let you do the heavy lifting in fights. Maybe I should stop ordering you around as much–"

"NONONONO PLEASE NO!"

Fuu grabs your shoulder, his hands shaking– tears and snot falling from his face. This hypothetical suggestion of yours already has him broken, like you're literally breaking up with him. Still, you find this desperate, pathetic side of him oh so endearing.

"Okay! Okay! I won't." You probably will.

You can't be so dependent on him that one moment he isn't with you could be the last moment you'll ever have. But he doesn't need to know that right now, does he?

His tears stopped falling but he's still sniffling hard while staring up at you– his chin resting on your chest. You place a kiss on his forehead, trailing it to the side of his temple and kissing his ear. He leans away from you– away from your ticklish lips.

"S-stop it! Haha- it tickles!"

But you held his head firm. Going to the other side to continue your onslaught of kisses. You stop, now staring at his eyes while you gently kiss his lips. Fuu closed his eyes as you both be still for a moment.

"Fuu, can you switch to Hii?" Confused as to why, he willing does.

The air grows heavy around you as you feel the change happening right before your eyes. When the transformation was done, Hii's sharp eyes stare at you– a mix of confusion and irritation present in his gaze.

"Why'd you call me out here? Ya got anything for me to do?"

"Nope! I think you deserve this as much as he does." Hii was well aware of what was happening before the switch. He was literally just at the nightstand watching the two of you suck at each other's faces!

Hii doesn't reject your touch and closes the gap between you himself. It was a short kiss that left a prominent blush on his face.

"Not half as bad."

"Shut up, it's not like you've kissed anyone else."

Hii looks away, you're right. Fuu has never been in a romantic relationship with anyone else but you. Hii has seen that you actually care about this idiot. He likes that you take control of them but don't abuse them for despicable things. He's seen the progress Fuu has achieved— still a pathetic, spineless coward— but lesser now that he's been part of the Cleaners and your life.

Deeming your request as done, Fuu got switched back. A dopey grin present on his face. He's absolutely happy that you included Hii in your little session and hopes you do it more in the future.

You plop down on your bed– Fuu still laying on you chest, your fingers playing with the strands of his hair until you both fall asleep.

Zodyl:

Zodyl felt a splitting headache from drinking a bit too much of the alcohol Cthoni bought. He wasn't much of a drinker, but with you– laughing and chatting him all up in between drinks, had him lost count.

When you asked Jabber if he had anything that could get you high– Zodyl immediately interjected and asked you go with him to his room.

"I didn't think you'd be so forward, Zodyl~"

"Shut it, you're already drunk."

He sat you down on the only furniture in his room, the couch. He sits beside you, his hand hasn't let go of you from the moment he took you away from the party. You steady your hazy gaze towards him. His eyes staring at the static from the television, you tug on his hand– turning his attention away from it.

"Surely you didn't take me here just to stare at that screen?" You keep pulling until your chests are leaning against each other. In this close proximity, you can see purple hues scattered around his eyes. You gently touch one under his eye, afraid that it might be a bruise and hurt him. Zodyl leans to your touch– your palm resting against his cheek. You both stare at each other's eyes, only the sound of static from the television can be heard.

Zodyl takes the initiative and leans towards you first— but you stop him, covering his mouth. Instead, you kiss the tip of his nose then the purple hues around his eyes. Still, he felt slightly offended that you haven't placed your soft lips against his.

As if sensing his dissatisfaction, you pull away from his face.

"If you want me to kiss you on your  lips, you better brush your mouth clean." He looks at you– confused as he can be. "I saw you eat that cockroach, Zodyl."

He groans, he eventually stood up from the couch– still not letting go of your hand and lets it stretch until you're out of his reach.

He comes back a bit later and had you check his mouth. His breath smells like he drank half a bottle of mouthwash. You're worried he actually did.

He stares at you— deadpanned. The cogs in his mind are probably thinking if you're gonna kiss him now or not. Once again you held his face on your hands, playfully squishing his cheeks. It's quite comedical with how soulless his eyes can be.

You first plant kisses on the bridge of his nose, Zodyl's eyes close from the comfort you bring. Then the piercings on his ear, trailing back on his squished cheeks that you couldn't resist giving a gentle bite. He gives you a glare– not enough to intimidate just something to tell you to get on with it.

Once you placed your lips against his you could feel his whole body relax against you— as if melting under your touch— he closes his eyes, his fingers gripping on the hem of your shirt. The kiss felt like it lasted hours when it's only been a few minutes. Zodyl pushed you back, breathless.

He assumes back to his original position, sitting back down on the couch side by side.

"Please stop eating gross things again, Zodie. If you're hungry I'll cook something up for you, okay?"

He hums in response.

Gris:

"GRIS WHAT WOULD I DO WITHOUT YOU! AHH— BLEERGGH"

you sob as you hurl the contents of your stomach down the toilet. Gris makes sure to keep your hair off your face while rubbing and patting your back.

"I'm right here, love. Come on now, let's get you cleaned up."

You stood up from the floor with the help of Gris and rinsed your mouth. Gris stood beside you throughout the whole thing. He then helps you out of your uniform and changes it to your pajamas. As he was about to throw your dirty clothes in a basket, you grab the hem of his shirt.

"Gris, am I annoying you?" Tears and snot were already streaming down on your face. Gris had to fight the urge to cackle right in front of you. You buried your face on his shirt, he held your hand and knelt down to face you.

"Not in the slightest, love. You know I want to be able to help you in any way I can." His thumb swipes a tear from your face, giving you a gentle smile. Still, you kept sobbing.

"Hic– you promise?" Gris sighs and holds your head steady on his palms. He began kissing every inch of your face, only begging him to stop when it began to feel ticklish.

"Get some rest now, you're in for one huge hangover when you wake up." Gris tucks you in for the night. He then went out to the infirmary to fetch something that could ease your hangover for tomorrow.

"BWAHAHAHA! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ON YOUR SHIRT" Enjin cackles. When Gris looked over to what he's pointing at— it was a wet imprint of your tear-stained face– complete with your nose and open mouth. Like a kid's doodle of what a crying face looks like. Gris couldn't help but to chuckle at how stupid and endearing it was.