it might adjust yet but yeah

anonymous asked:

Scenario where all the guys are arguing over being in love with the reader? (i want to see how they would handle that.)

I kind of made this an ailment thing anon, cause I just couldn’t see the bros arguing like that T-T I hope this is okay! 

While fighting a group of killer wasps, the boys are doused in an unrecognisable gas. It affects them in a most unusual way…

Fem!Reader x …all of the bros I guess!
SFW
WC: 4564 (another longer one, sorry!)

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The sound of clanging metal was strong in your ears. You and the boys had unfortunately run into some killer wasps on your journey, and they were posing quite an annoying challenge. The three huge insects were rearing up again, and you knew that at any moment, they were going to release those horrible status ailment gases. Nimbly you dodged out of range.

“Guys! Look out!” But your warning call was too late as thick blue jets of gas expelled from the three wasps, clouding around the boys still in close range.

“Ugh, does it have to smell so bad?” cried Prompto, swishing his arms around desperately in a futile attempt to waft the gas away. You knew that it wasn’t going to stop the gas from working into their bodies though, once it hits you it’s like it clings to you.

“What even is this one?” Noctis yelled, warp striking to one of the wasps trying to fly higher out of reach. He plunged his engine blade into the wasp, bringing it back down to the ground where Ignis impaled it with his spear. One down.

“I must say I am rather confused myself. I’ve never seen that colour before.”

“Yeah well, I say we destroy them before it has a chance to work.” Gladio charged at the second wasp, knocking it to the floor with a heavy swing of his great sword. You agreed with Gladio, the sooner you got out of there the sooner you could see what kind of ailment they had and treat it accordingly.

“Just be careful you guys, don’t let them have a chance to do it again!” You told them, and Prompto swivelled around to face you, shooting you a beaming smile.

“It’s sweet that you’re so worried about us! Don’t worry, we’ve got this.”

As the blonde was speaking the third wasp loomed over him, stinger posed ready to strike, but he hadn’t noticed.

Damn it Prom!

Swiftly you brought up your pistol, borrow from Prompto’s own collection, and fired straight at its body. Prompto turned to see the insect fly backward from the impact of the shot, and turned to you once more.

“Um, thanks!” He grinned sheepishly, resolving to get his head back in the game.

“No problem, let’s get the last one.”

All five of you turned to the last one, hovering above you. Prompto stepped forward this time, raising his gun square at its head. And with one shot, he sent the insect crashing down to the ground, where Gladio hit it with his sword to make sure that it was truly dead.

You relaxed.

“Ahh, thank the gods that’s over.”  You stretched, pocketing your pistol once more.

“Yeah, and you’re getting better with your aim too.” Gladio nodded at you, and you smiled at his praise. You’d only been practicing for a few weeks, and this was really the first fight where you helped in the attack.

“Soon you might be even be as good as me.” Noctis smirked, never passing on the chance to boast. Gladio biffed him on the back of his head, causing you to laugh. Never a dull moment with your boys, that was for sure!

“You alright Iggy?” You turned to look at the tawny haired man who hadn’t yet spoke, his hand cupping his chin in thought.

“Yes, thank you. I’m just wondering… I really haven’t seen that colour of gas before from killer wasps.” He adjusted his glasses, coming to stand beside you as all five of you set off back to camp.

“Yeah, blue is a weird colour for gas!” Prompto agreed from your other side.

“Indeed… and there’s something else rather peculiar.”

“What’s that Ignis?”

“Why has it not affected us yet?”

That stumped everyone. Ignis was right, going by the rest of the gases that the wasps sprayed, the ailment should have been almost instant. It definitely would have been showing itself right about now at the very least, yet none of the boys looked worse for wear.

“Uh… immunity?” Prompto offered hopefully.

“I doubt it. When have we ever been fully immune to status attacks while not wearing protective accessories?”

“Good point specs, but are you saying that there’s something wrong with us here…?” Noctis asked the question that was on all your minds. They hadn’t shown any symptoms yet… but was that really a good thing?

“To give you an honest answer, I don’t know. But I feel we should err on the side of caution.”

And with that thought, the five of you trudged back to camp feeling more than a little weary.

-

Your stomach was full, you were warm sat beside the fire, and you were very comfortably stretched out on the floor, leaning on one elbow.

That’s the life!

By the time that Ignis had cooked his meal and everyone had consumed their share, the atmosphere had lifted somewhat. There had been no symptoms from any of the boys, and a good couple of hours had passed at least. In fact, the only one still worrying about it was of course, Ignis.

“We’re fine specs. If something were to happen, surely it would’ve happened by now?” Noctis nudged the man in question from his chair, opposite you. Ignis shook his head in reply.

“We don’t know that. Perhaps because it’s a new form of gas, it is a weaker solution than the others? Therefore, it wouldn’t act as fast. Or perhaps it just needs time to slowly work around our bodies?” He mumbled again, staring off into the distance. He really was absorbed in his thought process.

“Eh don’t sweat it. Whatever happens, we’ll get through it.” Gladio gave him a swift slap on the back, bringing him out of his reverie.

“Yes well, I sure hope so.” He answered quietly, re-adjusting his askew glasses.

“Hey [Name]! Do you want to go practice your shooting some more? You’re getting really good!” Prompto bounded over to you and tapped you on your back. He had been giving you shooting lessons for a while now, encouraging you to do your best so you could finally join in the fights properly. Today had been a big step for that, and you didn’t want to back down now.

“Heck yes!” You agreed, standing up instantly and scouring the area looking for the best place for shooting practice. Your eyes landed on a spot not far away from camp, in a clearing from the trees. The other boy should also be able to watch you and offer advice from where they were too.

“How about there?”

“Prefect!” And with that you followed Prompto down the hill, readying your pistol to practice. Prompto stood at the side of you, his own pistol aimed and at the ready.

“Right, so you wanna stand with your legs slightly apart to get the best balance, plant your feet firmly on the ground… well, when you can, I mean that may not be possible when you’re being attacked by killer wasps-”

“Get on with it!” Gladio called from the top of the hill, causing Prompto to flush in response. He loved this teacher roll; it felt great to be able to help someone like he was doing, to be needed by someone. So he felt anxious to not get it wrong.

“A-ah, you’re right! Okay so just copy my stance.”

You watched Prompto stand the way he just explained to you, his gun ready in an outstretched hand, and you did your best to mimic him.

“Like this?”

“Y-yeah you got it!”

That had sounded odd… Quickly you threw Prompto a glance. Was his speech getting slurred…?

“Okay, now raise your gun… aim for the branch of that tree there.”

Ignoring the slight slur and putting it down to exhaustion, you did as he asked and aimed for the tree in the distance.

“Now… shoot.”

The sound of the bullet echoed in the wide clearing, but the sound of the bullet lodging in the offending wood sounded even better to your ears.

“Yes!” You cried, hearing clapping from the top of the hill. The three boys were smiling at you, pleased you were getting better. It warmed your heart. Their support meant everything to you, and once again you were pleased that they had decided to let you join in their journey.

Gladio began chatting to Ignis, and you felt like having another go now two less people were watching. It would be less pressure for you. Cheeks flushed with excitement, you turned back to Prompto.

“Can I have another go?”

He chuckled at your eager expression, his big blue eyes sparkling.

“Of course! This time, try and show me the stance on your own.”

Nodding, you got to work.

Now what was it he said…? Stand with your legs apart for balance… feet on firmly planted… raise your arm…

“Is that it?” You asked, trying to look at the blonde over your shoulder.

“Nearly. You just need to move your leg an inch… no kind of like… hang on a second, I’ll show you.”

And in a completely unexpected move, Prompto came to stand very close behind you, his arms resting on your hips. It was like his proximity was suddenly all you could focus on, the almost feel of his chest against your back, the light drift of his breathing as his chin rested on your shoulder ever so lightly. The very real feeling of his fingers steadying your hips.

“Prompto?”

“Here, this arm needs to straighten out a little.” He uttered, his lips right at the shell of your ear, his voice taking on an unusually deep tone. His hands ran up from your hips, up along your waist and over your sides until he came to your arms. His fingers overlapped your elbows, gently coaxing them straight.

“Much better, though, your stance is still a little off…”

“Wha-?”

Suddenly you felt the pressure of Prompto’s leg sliding in between yours, tapping your feet slightly until you nudged them further apart. He kept his foot firmly planted between yours, his leg ever so slightly brushing against yours, sending chills up your body from the contact.

Well, this is certainly intimate.

“Prom, what are you doing?” You whispered, trying to turn your head to face him.

“Correcting your stance.” Was his simple answer, and suddenly you felt silly for asking. Of course that’s what he was doing. Perhaps a little unusual for Prompto who seemed to be a spluttering mess when he touched a girl, but maybe that’s just how bad your stance was.

Damn, I’ve really got to try harder.

So you left it at that, trying to ignore the slight buzz you were getting from his contact, choosing instead to focus on your aim.

Unbeknownst to you however, another set of piercing blue eyes were watching your every move.

What the hell is he doing?

Noctis had his head resting on a tightly closed fist, knowing that he probably looked as grumpy as he felt. But he just couldn’t help it. Prompto was over there just… just straight up fondling her in front of him. Under the guise of practice shooting, no less.

How dare he?

Shooting a quick look over at Ignis and Gladio, he realised they hadn’t noticed what was happening at the foot of that hill.

How could they not realise what he has done to get his grubby little hands on her?

Looking back down at the pair, his eyes zeroed in on Prompto’s fingers drifting over her body, his leg between hers, his arms pretty much wrapped around her…

He’s just imposing his presence on her like that!

He forcefully blew his fringe out of his face in annoyance, feeling his anger at the situation rise. And yet he just could not tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

“Noct, are you alright?” Ignis interjected his thoughts, draw by the annoyed huff.

“Just peachy.”

Ignis looked over to Gladio in confusion, who just shrugged in reply. Ignis knew at once what the big guy was thinking – bratty prince having another sulk, leave him to it. And so he did, continuing his earlier conversation.

Noctis meanwhile, was becoming increasingly frustrated. He felt his face becoming flusher by the second, his fists tightening as his blood boiled. His wide, piercing blue eyes alight with anger.

“You’re so good at this Prompto!” Came the sweet sound of her melodic voice, and he could stand it no longer. Forcefully, Noctis stood up from his chair and strolled down the hill, meeting the two at the bottom.

You noticed the raven haired boy’s presence before Prompto, and you turned around to face him, wiggling out of Prompto’s grasp. You smiled at him welcomingly, not registering the straight up scowl etched on his features as he continued walking, ignoring you completely. No, it seemed he had focused all his attention on the blonde stood next to you… Confused, you tried to talk to him.

“Hey, Noctis! Have you come to join in the- what the fuck?” You cried as Noctis had just continued on in strong strides, straight up to Prompto. Before you even had a chance to register what was happening, the prince had thrown back his fist and swung it straight into Prompto’s chest, causing him to stumble. It would have been his face had Prompto not moved at the last second, dodging to the side instead.

“Noctis – the hell are you doing?” You cried, dashing over to where Prompto had stumbled over with the intention of checking over the no doubt distraught boy. But as you reached him… you realised he had sat up himself, wearing a self-satisfied smirk.

Uh… that’s not the reaction I expected. You backed away slightly as Prompto rose to his feet, thoroughly confused at the scene unfolding in front of you. The air almost crackled with the tension in it, Noctis and Prompto pretty much squaring up to each other. The former was gritting his teeth in major annoyance, shaking his hand to ease off the sting. The latter was dusting himself off, that smirk never once slipping.

What… what has gotten into these guys?

“Did ya see that, your highness?” Prompto almost spat the title, something which you’d never heard him call Noctis even in a respectful manner. His tone had become incredibly cocky, it was completely jarring against his usual boyish voice.

Noctis didn’t answer, only glared back with shinning eyes.

“She came over to me. How do you like that? Mr I receive everything on a silver platter. This is one thing you can’t get – her!”

Hang on a second… what now? Since you were the only female around, they had to be talking about you. But you’d never disclosed your romantic feelings to anyone, it just wasn’t something you spoke about with the boys. Where on earth had this all come from?

“And it’s the one thing I won’t give up on.” Noctis answered angrily, balling his hands into fists once more. Prompto seemed to find this highly amusing, his smirk widening.

“Cute.”

“Um, what the hell is going on here?” You cried, frustrated. This had to be some kind of wind up didn’t it? Quickly you flitted your gaze over to the two remaining boys atop the hill to see they were out of their chairs and watching the scene unfold with the same confusion in their eyes.

“Everything alright down there?” Came Ignis’ cautious voice. Even he felt unsure at what was happening, and also what to do.

Before you could answer, Prompto waved so casually to the tawny haired man, as if he was greeting an acquaintance.

“Superb, specs!” He called back cheerily, before his eyes rested on Noctis once more. His smile grew more pronounced, sending shivers up your spine. This… this wasn’t like your Prompto at all.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Pathetic.”

Noctis shook his head angrily, his frown deepening.

“Isn’t it enough that you have Lunafreya too? You always get everything Noctis.”

“Shut up.”

“And yet you still want more.”

“I said shut up!”

So ungrateful.”

And with that Noctis seemed to snap. With a strangled cry he charged forward once more, fists at the ready but this time Prompto knew what was happening. He swung back himself and soon the two boys were a flurry of fists, dull thwacks and crunches could be heard as the swings connected.

What…what in the…

“Noctis, stop! Prompto – ugh, help!” You turned pleadingly to Gladio and Ignis, seeing that they were already running down the hill to help break up the fight.

“[Name] get back!” Gladio cried, rushing forward to lock his arms around Noctis’ waist. Ignis ran behind Prompto to do the same, and eventually the two boys were pulled apart, breathing heavily. Prompto’s cheek seemed badly bruised, and Noctis has a shallow gash across his forehead.

“What in the name of the gods do you think you are doing?” Gladio admonished them both, the annoyance evident in his tone.

“Someone had to stop him from creeping on her.” Noctis kicked his legs out and struggled to get out of Gladio’s grip, meanwhile Prompto was stood calmly, not resisting Ignis’ hold.

“What are you talking about?” You’d just about had enough of this, whatever it was. You just wanted your old Prompto and Noctis back.

“He’s referring to his crippling jealousy, that’s what he’s talking about.” Prompto answered you, his tone still so sure and full of himself, rubbing a hand across his bruised cheek.

“Speak for yourself, you think you’re so slick? Don’t think we haven’t noticed how you always put your sleeping bag next to hers first in the tent. Desperate is what I’d call it.”

And for the first time since the whole thing had started, Prompto’s confident façade slipped at Noctis’ words and his features contorted in anger.

“How dare you?”

“How dare I what? Tell the truth?”

“Stop it! You sound like children!” You yelled at them both, finally causing them to stop squabbling for just a second. Were they actually both arguing about… about having feelings for you?

“Yes, I agree. You are both rather behaving like babies.” Ignis finally piped up, letting go of Prompto to straighten his glasses out. When he looked up, his eyes were shining. You sighed in relief, at least someone was talking sense.

“[Name] is rather befitting a man, wouldn’t you say?”

Maybe not.

His words took you by surprise, and even Gladio looked put out.

“Iggy…?”

“What would you want these children for? I could really look after you.”

A slow smile spread across his face, one that didn’t sit too well with you. A sinking feeling coiled in the pit of your stomach as it dawned on you – whatever had happened to Noctis and Prompto had happened to Ignis too. All three of them were acting really strangely, and even if they did all feel that way about you, the normal guys would never have approached it this way!

“Oh no, not you too Iggy.” You whispered, wishing this nightmare would just come to an end.

“You hear that specs? She isn’t interested.” Noctis gloated and pulled free from Gladio’s shock loosened arms.

“That’s not what I – stop it!”

Straight away the prince had launched himself at Prompto once more, at the same time that Prompto had gone to knock Ignis over. The result was a three way fight, all participants using their well-honed battle skills against each other. None of them were listening to your pleas, and there was no way you could intervene. You had only just started your battle training, you weren’t as fast as Noctis, or as good an aim as Prompto, or even as lithe as Ignis. To stop all three of them would be impossible.

“Gladio, do something!” You turned to the only man left with his head not clouded with some sort of irrational anger.

Wait, clouded…? Clouded! The one word sparked a realisation within you – this had to be the work of that blue gas! It was the only explanation as to why the boys had all been affected in the same way; irrational anger, possessiveness…

And lust randomly? You remembered the touch of Prompto’s hands again, altering your shooting position earlier. You had thought it unusual for him at the time, but it made sense now. They were all reacting as if certain emotions had really been heightened, that had to be the symptoms of the gas. But they had all been struck by the gas, and that meant…

Slowly you looked up at the man stood beside you, to see that his eyes were also shimmering in the same, hazy way that the other boys’ eyes had.

Oh no

Your elation at figuring out what was wrong soon disappeared, replaced by an unsettled feeling in your stomach.

“Gladio…?” You whispered hopefully, but it was like he couldn’t hear you. He was listening intently to the three boys currently fighting.

“You both have no chance. Do you even know her favourite food? Her favourite colour? How about her favourite song?” Ignis taunted, ducking low to avoid Noctis’ leg swinging for him in a strong kick.

“That I can find out about her! You don’t know how best to comfort her. Oh yes, one night when she was feeling down? She came to me.” The prince goaded, grinning at their pained expressions.

“You? Now I know you’re lying, you’re about as comforting as a wet mop, Mr help-I-can’t-deal-with-emotions.” Prompto cried and tripped Noctis up, the latter landing hard on the ground with a dull moan. Angrily, he scrambled back up to his feet before Ignis could land a punch.

“I don’t know what you’re all squawking about.” Gladio interrupted, causing the three boys to freeze momentarily, looking at him wearily. “You know it’s me who can keep her warm at night. Has she ever cuddled up to you in our tent before? I didn’t think so.” He answered with a smirk, and you felt like burying your face in your hands.

When will this end? Other status ailments usually wore off on their own, but this one was so slow to start with, who knew when it would end?

Suddenly with a heavy thud, Prompto collapsed onto his knees and fell face first onto the floor.

Prompto!” You screeched, running forward and kneeling beside him hurriedly. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that this ailment could actually… kill any of them. Nervously, you took hold of one wrist, checking for any signs of life. A steady pulse thrummed under your fingers, and you sighed in relief.

“He’s alive! Just fainted.” You breathed.

“Huh, fainted. What a coward.”

Returning your focus back to Prompto, you brushed his blonde hair gently out of his face. From that touch alone you could feel the heat radiating off his forehead – he had a fever. Was this good or bad? Did it mean his body was fighting off the ailment?

“Oh Prom. I hope you wake up soon.”

Hey!”

The shout brought your attention back to the other three, and instantly your eyes clapped onto the fallen frame of Noctis. He had also collapsed in a similar way to Prompto. It had to be the effect of the gas.

“I can’t believe…that they…” But Ignis never had a chance to finish his sentence as he followed suit, hitting the floor with a dull bang. Gladio followed straight after, his immune system most likely the stronger of the four.

Looking around you, you sighed heavily. Now what?

-

In the end, you had decided to bring the tent down to the boys, doing your best to shove them into the small space. It had been a horrible waiting game, dabbing a cool cloth at their roasting foreheads and praying that they would be okay. You’d never been more scared in your life, and you were damn sure you hadn’t slept for longer than five minutes when you felt someone shaking your shoulder.

“[Name]! [Name] c’mon, it’s time to get up or Iggy will be furious!”

“Huh?” You groaned, sitting up and opening your bleary eyes to see…

“Prompto! You’re okay!” You gasped, now wide awake. He was knelt in front of you, his cheek significantly better and his usual happy grin on his face.

“Huh? Course I am! Though for some reason this side of my face is really sore… I must have slept on it funny.” The boy sat in front of you rubbed his cheek, in the exact same place where it had swollen the day before.

“What… do you not remember how you did it?” You asked, thoroughly confused.

“Eh, not really. But since we are fighting all the time, I was probably battling it out heroically with some sort of beast.” He chuckled, and then swivelled on his heel and left you alone in the tent. Unless he was a brilliant actor – which you knew he wasn’t since he was terrible at lying – Prompto had all but forgotten the events of last night.

Eagerly you threw on your clothes and scrabbled out of the tent. On top of that hill, stood all four of the boys, chatting and laughing as usual.

What on earth…?

As confused as you were however, the relief in your heart was overwhelming. Your boys were safe, they were alive and best of all they were back to normal.

“Come on [Name], your breakfast is getting cold!” Ignis tutted in his usual, friendly yet admonishing manner that hinted he was only slightly annoyed.

Without hesitating you ran up the hill happily, smiling at the welcoming sight of the group all back to normal, though confusingly, none of them seemed to remember what had happened in their hazy state the night before. But that suited you just fine. You weren’t about to relive the horrifying details, but you knew to stay away from killer wasps in the future.

“I still don’t know why you pitched the tent down there big guy.” Prompto gestured to the tent as you dug into your breakfast.

“Actually… I don’t either. But I thought of it, so it must have been a good reason.”

“Maaan, I was so tired last night I must have just blacked out when my head hit the pillow.” Noctis stretched, beginning to pack away the camping things.

So they really don’t remember…

“Me too.” Prompto agreed.

“And me… Iggy must have cooked us a fine meal that sent us straight to sleep.” Gladio nodded at Iggy who smiled and shook his head.

“I hope that you consider all my meals that way.” He half-joked.

After you had finished wolfing down your breakfast, you helped pack away the remaining items into the regalia and soon you were on your way again, sat in between a napping Noctis and a reading Gladio. Things had really gone back to normal.

But as you relaxed in the back of the car, pleased that your boys were safe, you couldn’t help but wonder… did that gas force the illusion of those strong feelings for you onto the guys, or did it simply heighten the feelings that were already there…? You cast a quick glance at each of them, all blissfully unaware of what they had said last night.

I wonder


A/N: What do you think, dear reader? :3

fandomgarbage11806  asked:

Are you still doing requests for fanfictions? Do you think we could do bunnyribbit/genyatta and adopted child reader. (Either way) I need the fluffy mama papa stories ❤️

Here ya go! This was actually really cute to write. I don’t know why I love writing for child!reader!!

Keep reading

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 Now you might be asking “why didn’t you include something about fit” because I couldn’t, in an image, explain how rope halters work with fit. Yes, they need to be up on the actual bony area of the face - but rope halters like to “relax”, and what I mean by that is that you often have to keep adjusting a rope halter through a work session because knots tighten and thus, give more length in the poll area, causing the nose piece to slide down. I haven’t run into a rope halter that won’t do that yet… so yeah, always keep adjusting as need be.

I hope you enjoyed the spicy meme at the end, but rope halters are so easy and quick to tie that there’s no reason to be lazy and/or ignorant about it. 

Even Rick Gore knows how to tie rope halters. The standard is incredibly low.

its-a-goddamn-heartbreak  asked:

One of Cain's siblings visiting him sometime during his epic three stomach bug adventure (like, after number 2 at the start of number 3) and getting really worried about how sick and skinny he is. Bonus points if Damian is by now equally stressed out by it.

A/N: So here is Part 2 of Cain’s Trilogy. You can find Part 1 Here! I really loved writing this (mainly because I think I love Jethro and Cain together), but it was quite difficult - so I’m sorry if it reads a little stiltedly. I hope you enjoy, and look forward to part 3!! 😊 


“Are you absolutely sure you’re up to Jethro visiting this weekend?” Damian asked as he dried his hands on a tea towel, watching as Cain blew on a single piece of pasta that was on his fork, and then popped it in his mouth, chewing slowly. It had been over a day and a half since Cain had last vomited, but he was still on the easier to eat kinds of foods as after so much vomiting and dry retching his entire digestive tract was still tender and inflamed.

“It’ll be fine,” Cain answered, spearing another piece of pasta onto his fork and blowing on it to cool it down. “All he wants to do is go for a walk round campus tomorrow, feel like a student, y’know? I think we’ll just watch a film or something tonight.” Damian was watching Cain closely as he dried up the dishes he’d just washed. Regardless of Cain’s assurances, Damian wasn’t so sure… His friend’s angular features seemed even more prominent than usual, and there was something about him that didn’t seem quite as stable. Damian didn’t want to suggest Cain was fragile – but whatever bug he had been hit with had taken its toll. Damian wasn’t convinced by the quick bounce back., but he bit his lip and shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay,” he agreed, “but what are you going to eat tonight? Jethro’s going to want more than just plain pasta.”

“Yeah,” Cain nodded, looking down at the bowl that constituted his lunch. “I’ll have to think about that…”


Cain could have spotted Jethro’s beam and shock of white blonde hair from a mile off as he bounced up the escalator, through the turnstile and embraced his brother with a massive bear hug. At fourteen, Jethro was almost the same height as Cain, and Cain suspected there was still another growth spurt in him yet – he might end up rivalling Eden! As Jethro pulled back his light eyes scanned across Cain’s face and he noted the sharper than usual cheekbones.

“Are you okay?” He asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack.

“Yeah!” Cain answered cheerily, beginning to lead his brother away from the station. “Right so, the plan is, we go and get food and snacks now, then back to my flat.”

“Okay!” Jethro nodded enthusiastically.

“I was thinking we have a proper student night in,” Cain said, “like a film, some chat – Damian’s going to be about, and another guy called Jesse.” Cain had to consciously force himself not to grin as he said this – he’d not formally introduced Jesse to his family as his boyfriend, which Jesse knew. Jesse was just excited at the prospect of meeting another of Cain’s brothers. “We thought we’d be better doing the night in thing rather than try and sneak you into the pub – I keep getting ID’d, so there’d be no hope for you!” 

“That’s okay!” Jethro agreed – a night in, chatting with intelligent students was more of his thing really. “Sounds good!”


Laden with treats that Cain was hoping the rest of the guys would help to eat, the two of them headed back to Cain’s flat. Jethro could hardly hide his excitement of getting to spend some genuine time in a student flat with his brother. It was quite sweet actually, Jethro inspected his brother’s room with a bright interest – looking in awe at the architectural drawings Cain had pinned to the wall, and then setting his backpack down on the edge of the double bed that they’d be sharing.

“This is so cool! I can’t wait until I’m at uni!” Jethro burbled, and Cain chuckled.
  
“Don’t go wasting your time away, it’ll be here sooner than you think!” Cain shook his head. “Have you chosen your subjects yet?”

“I got the forms home last week, so I’ve got to decide from the columns,” Jethro said. “I don’t think half of the teachers know what to think about me, they’re trying to decide – and I arty like you, sciencey like Eden, or sporty like Silas?”

“Well you’re Jethro, and you carve them your own sphere for whatever you want,” Cain shrugged, gathering up their snacks that they’d bought to take through to the shared living space.

“Yeah, it’s not always that easy,” Jethro muttered. Cain had to admit it wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about before, being the eldest he’d never had anyone’s lead to follow.

“You’ll manage it,” he assured, “I know you will, come on – let’s get food.”



They had just sat down with toasties and put on a film that Jethro had chosen (August Rush from Damian’s film collection) when the front door clattered.

“Jesse?” Cain called, fairly sure it would be his boyfriend coming back from his skate practice.

“Where are you?” Jesse’s voice called back.

“We’re in the living room!” Cain had just taken another bite of his toastie and had to chew and swallow fast to be able to reply.

“Give me a few minutes!”

“We’ve got chocolate!” Cain paused for a second, then Jesse appeared in the room, flushed and sweaty from skating, but looking expectant.

“Chocolate?” He asked and Cain laughed, amused at how predictable Jesse was at the mention of chocolate.

“Yeah, well – I made you a toastie as well,” Cain pointed at the plate balancing on the arm of the sofa, “and we have snacks.” He caught Jesse’s eyes and tried to flick his eyebrows towards his brother next to him. “This is Jethro.”

“Oh hello!” Jesse practically lunged forward across Cain to shake Jethro’s hand. “I’ve heard lots about you! You’ll have to excuse how minging I am, I’ve just been skating.” Jethro’s mouth had been full, and he chewed rapidly while he shook Jesse’s hand.

“You skate?” Jethro said, when his mouth was finally empty.

“Yeah,” Jesse nodded.

“He’s a pro! Competes internationally and everything!” Damian commented from the other side of the room.

“What?” Jethro exclaimed, turning sharply to look at his brother in an accusatory fashion. “You never told me one of your flatmates was a pro skater?!”

“Yeah – sorry…” Cain laughed, amused at the slightly embarrassed expression on Jesse’s face. “Jethro used to skate for a bit, until he fell off and broke both wrists!”

“You didn’t have to tell him that bit!” Jethro nudged Cain, his cheeks going a bit pink in embarrassment.

“Whoa really?” Jesse sat down across from Jethro, leaning forwards. “It’s always good to meet another skater!” This made Jethro’s entire face go bright pink.

“I – I, well, I’m not a real skater really,” Jethro stammered, apparently overawed, and Cain leant back into the sofa, smiling. He was pleased that it looked like Jesse and Jethro were going to get on, especially with the enthusiasm of their conversation; his stomach was full and for the first time in a week felt really comfortable. Things were looking up after the horrors of earlier in the week.

Damian’s phone bleeped and he took one look then sighed rather dramatically.

“What’s up?” Cain asked him as a sullen expression crossed his face.

“Ah nothing,” he shrugged his shoulders, “it’s just Jenna.” Cain waited expectantly, knowing Damian would give more details if he held out for them. “Something’s gone wrong with her new design, she wants me to facetime and chat about it…”

“What’s so bad about that?” Cain asked, not sure why Damian looked so gloomy.

“Ack, it’s not that easy, and she’ll go into intimate detail…” Damian ran his hand over his face. “She just gets all over emotional about it all, and I don’t know what to say.”

“Damian MacPherson! You get your backside in your room and facetime your girlfriend!” Cain instructed firmly. “You nod in the right places, say you’re sorry, and you listen! She listens to you when you blabber on about medicine!”

“I don’t blabber on about medicine!” Damian said indignantly.

“Yes, you do!” Cain snorted. “And Jenna listens to you cause she loves you, so go and listen to her.”

“Alright,” he conceded, standing up from his chair to go through to his room.

Cain shook his head slightly as he rested his back into the sofa; Jesse and Jethro were still deeply engrossed in conversation about skating, and Cain enjoyed the excitement between them.

Jethro hadn’t realised that on the sofa next to him, Cain had rested back and had drifted off into a doze until Jesse pointed over at him.

“You’ve worn him out already!” Jesse joked and Jethro grinned. “Look, I’m gonna jump in the shower, I’m totally minging right now – I won’t be too long, alright?”

“That’s totally cool!” Jethro nodded enthusiastically. “I’m still annoyed at Cain for not telling me you were a skater!”

“Ah well, I think he can be forgiven for that!” Jesse commented calmly. “Right, I’ll be back.”

Jethro rested back onto the sofa too, his heart was beating faster than usual, but he put that down to finding out that Cain’s flatmate was a pro skater – he’d never thought his brother was so cool! But as he sat there his heart didn’t seem to be calming down, and he felt a strange pressing right underneath his ribs; he frowned, not sure what it was, and allowed his hand to slip into the open bag of chocolates and popped some into his mouth.

Almost instantly an upset whine issued from Jethro’s stomach, and he felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead. He put his hand to his stomach where he could feel a glugging sensation, and he shifted on the sofa to try and get comfortable.

Guuuuurrrrggggguuuulllluuurrrrgggllllleee…..’ Jethro’s stomach let out a humongous gurgle, and he took a sharp breath in as he realised that the upset inside him wasn’t getting any better, in fact he was now feeling downright nauseous. Cain was still asleep and Jethro thought about waking him up, but he looked very relaxed that Jethro decided that he’d go and get some water first.

Jethro felt awkward as he carefully opened some of the cupboards in the small kitchen, finding shelves which had names sellotaped on to them.

“What are you looking for?” Jethro jumped and his stomach gave an unpleasant lurch which made him wince as the voice had come from the doorway, closing the cupboard door with a snap. It was Damian, smiling at Jethro as he came into the kitchen carrying a mug.

“Sorry – um, I was looking for a glass to get some water,” Jethro replied a little timidly.

“Oh, well,” Damian put his mug down on the counter and going to the right cupboard to draw out a glass. “Did Cain not tell you where they were?” He asked as he handed across the glass and Jethro bit his lip for a second.

“He kinda… is asleep,” Jethro admitted and Damian made a small face as he turned the kettle on.

“I don’t know if he told you, but he wasn’t well earlier on in the week,” Damian explained, sure that Cain wouldn’t mind if he told Jethro. “He’s probably still recovering a bit.” Jethro had filled up the glass of water and taken a sip, the wetness lingering in his mouth.

“No, I didn’t know…” Jethro said, a fear gripping his chest about the unsettled feeling in his gut and took a larger gulp of the water.

Rrrrruuuurrrgggllleeeeee.’ Jethro’s stomach let out another deep rumble, and Damian looked across at him.

“Are you okay?” He sounded concerned, especially as Jethro had doubled forward a little as his muscles cramped.

“I think I need to wake Cain up,” he answered, trying not to sound too panicked and upset, especially as he now really didn’t feel well himself.

“What’s wrong?” Damian had put his hand gently onto Jethro’s shoulder. “Are you feeling unwell?” Jethro nodded, looking up at his big brother’s friend, and as he did so his stomach gurgled loudly.

“Sorry…” He mumbled, putting his hand to the squeezing muscles in his abdomen, and Damian could suddenly tell that Jethro was only fourteen and scared. “Brrrruurrrp!” Jethro’s hand jumped up to his mouth as his eyes went wide.

“Oh dear, that didn’t sound good,” Damian commented. “Do you think you might be sick?” Jethro nodded quickly and Damin could almost see the colour draining out of his face.  “Come on, let’s get you to the bathroom and then I’ll get Cain for you.”

Very kindly Damian had put his hand at Jethro’s elbow and began to guide him through to the toilet; as he walked, Jethro’s stomach was rolling more fiercely and he burped more thickly.

“Alright, here we go,” Damian led Jethro in, and almost immediately Jethro got down on his knees and braced himself over the toilet. “I’ll get Cain for you, just hold on.”

Damian heard Jethro groan lightly as he left to wake up Cain; but as he reached the door of the living room his heart nearly stopped. Cain was awake and on his feet, but he was chalk white and visibly shaking.

“Cain? Oh no…” He said, watching as Cain leant heavily on the arm of the sofa.  

“Where’s Jethro?” Cain asked weakly, swallowing hard against a renewed bubbling in his stomach which he assumed was because he’d eaten something more exotic than dry toast or plain pasta.

“You’re not feeling well, are you?” Damian’s heart was battering in his chest as he knew that Jethro was alone in the bathroom, and Cain shook his head briefly, one of his hands rubbing across his belly. “Neither’s Jethro, he’s in the bathroom…”

“Oh no,” Cain pushed himself off the arm of the sofa and wobbled slightly as he headed through to the toilet, and Damian followed to make sure they were both alright.

Buuuuaarp!” Cain could hear Jethro’s ragged breathing as soon as he entered the bathroom, and Jethro’s head was practically buried in the toilet bowl. Pushing down his own nausea, he rushed to his brother and put his hand on his back.

“It’s alright Jethro,” Cain reassured, able to feel the muscles in Jethro’s back fluttering and he began to rub gently, “I’m here, you’re gonna be okay.”

“Sorry…” Jethro’s voice was wet, and he didn’t raise his head out of the toilet bowl.

“It’s okay, just take deep breaths,” Cain advised, following his own instructions and Damian was worried by how pale Cain was looking.

Brruuurrrggle!” Jethro burped; Cain winced as Jethro hunched his shoulders forward, panting as the nausea flowed over him in waves. “Buuuaaaarkk!”

The sound of puke rushing up Jethro’s throat and coating the inside of the toilet bowl was difficult for Cain, his own stomach squeezed at the noise and his knees felt a little weak. Cain perched on the edge of the bath, still in the distance to rub Jethro’s back with one hand but also able to massage his own rebelling gut.

“That’s it…” Cain tried to reassure verbally, but his mouth was so thick with his own saliva he found it difficult to get the words out. He clamped his mouth shut as his brother retched again noisily.

H’ggguuuuuuuuukkk!” Jethro heaved, bringing up another wave of sick, which splattered against the porcelain. Cain’s stomach lurched and suddenly he tasted acid at the back of his mouth. He’d momentarily moved his hand away from Jethro’s back to just in front of his face, then returned it hoping that Jethro hadn’t noticed its absence, but Damian had.

Cain’s hand rubbed gentle circles into Jethro’s back as he retched. Damian was uncertain about what he should do – Cain was his best mate and he felt able to help him, but Jethro was another kettle of fish. It was clear that Cain intended on powering through to look after him, but he couldn’t hide the translucent greyish tinge to his face, or that he was trembling.

Uuuurrp!” Jethro continued to belch openly and with each one Cain looked progressively more queasy, until he appeared to be fighting his own urge to retch. “H’kkkklllluuuurrrrggghhh!”

It was too much for Cain, as his abdomen squeezed so strongly that Damian could see it. His cheeks bulged out in his face and he was clearly trying to swallow down the mouthful of sick. Jerking forward, Cain’s hand shot up to his mouth, and Damian snapped into action. Grabbing Cain’s shoulders, he swivelled him where he was perched on the edge of the bath.

“Use the sink Cain,” Damian instructed, but Cain hesitated against Damian’s pushing and he knew exactly why. “I’ll clean it up later, don’t worry about it.” Cain’s hands clutched at the rim of the sink and he hauled himself up from the edge of the bath.

Huuuuuuueeeeerrrrrllll!” A copious wave of vomit lowed from Cain’s mouth, and he felt a familiar ache in his stomach as it squeezed to disgorge the contents.

“Cain!” Jethro croaked weakly, raising his head out of the toilet bowl and revealing he was just as grey looking as his big brother.

“Don’t – hrrrp – don’t worry Jethro,” Cain forced out, closing his eyes so he didn’t have to look at the puke in the sink. “I’m just – ulp – not feeling too good either.”

Huuuuurrrk!” Jethro had buried his head back into the toilet, and his shoulders jerked as he heaved.

Buuuuuuaaaarrrrrggghhhh!” Cain unleashed a further gush of sick, and Damian could see he was trying to his best to get it all out quickly so he could go back to looking after Jethro.

“Cain, quit pushing it,” Damian placed himself awkwardly in the tiny gap between Jethro on his knees and Cain gripping the sink. “You’ll only end up dry heaving – and do you remember how painful that is?”

Uuuuuurrrrrgggggnnnn….” Cain groaned, a string of bile sticking to his lips.

“God, look at the state of you!” Damian’s heart was pounding inside him; Cain had already been through enough – why was his body insisting on torturing him?

“Look – brrrk – look after Jethro,” Cain spluttered, “I’m – ulp – fine.”

“You both need looked after!” He protested.

“Get Jesse…” Cain panted roughly.

“Okay,” Damian replied, and Cain heard him leaving the bathroom.

“I’m sorry Jethro,” Cain forced, not moving from the sink. “It’ll be okay…” Cain was trying to sound reassuring but his voice was wobbling. His whole body felt like it’d been run over by a bull dozer, and the ache in his belly had turned vice-like again. Jethro burped weakly, which caused Cain’s stomach to tighten and another mouthful of sticky bile fell into the sink.

“You get Cain, I’ll get Jethro,” Damian’s voice came from the door, and almost instantly Jesse was by Cain’s side. His hands on Cain’s shoulders were reassuring, and Cain wanted to melt into his touch, but his stomach was still sending periodic bubbles of sick up his throat, and the last thing he wanted to do was throw up on Jesse.

“Alright, you’re gonna be alright,” Jesse muttered quietly in Cain’s ear; the toilet flushed behind them and there came noises of Damian helping Jethro up. “Let me help,” Jesse slipped his hand round Cain’s front, finding the hem of Cain’s t-shirt and sliding his hand underneath. His fingers were cold on the warm flesh of Cain’s belly, and his touch was simultaneously heavenly and heave inducing.

H’gggrrrrk!” The touch illicited a gag, Cain closed his eyes as he felt liquid forcing up and out his throat, and all the while Jesse kept massaging his stomach. “Hhhbbbrrr! Hrrrr!” Cain’s stomach felt empty and sore, and Jesse seemed to sense this as the pressure of his fingers eased off.

“You sound empty Cain…” Jesse said, moving his hand away from Cain’s belly and stroking the side of his face instead. If anyone knew what that would sound like, it would be Jesse. He had spent those nights with Cain earlier in the week, holding a bowl for him, rubbing his back and belly at different intervals, and doing everything he could to make his boyfriend feel better.

“Jus’ another minute…” Cain begged, then pitched forward with an empty, painful sounding retch. “Hrrrrkkkccch!”

“Nope, you’re definitely done,” Jesse insisted, taking a grip of Cain’s wrist and practically prizing him away from the sink. “It’s bed for you…” Jesse pulled him and Cain stumbled unsteadily so Jesse wrapped his arms around his waist. “Oh Cain…”

“Jethro?” Cain muttered hoarsely, his eyes wide as Jesse supported him out of the bathroom.

“He’s in bed, Damian’s looking after him,” Jesse told him calmly, attempting to push open the heavy door while propping Cain up too. “In we go, come on.”

Damian was in the room just as Jesse had said, and he rushed to help get Cain into bed. Jethro was curled on his side with his hands wrapped round his midriff.

“I’m sorry Jethro,” Cain mumbled, he put his arm out towards his pale little brother and Jethro instinctively shuffled towards him, seeking comfort. “It’ll be alright.”

“Alright you two,” Damian said gently, placing something at about knee level on the bed. “Sick bowl is in between you, just in case you need it… Although by the amount both of you brought up, I’d be surprised if there’s anything left in either of you!”

Uuuuurrrrgggghhh Damian, please…” Cain moaned as his stomach churned painfully at the thought.

“Get some rest then, hopefully you’ll both be better by the morning,” Jesse encouraged, and Cain heard them leaving and turned to look at Jesse.

Jethro’s face was still chalky, but his eyes were shut – Cain waited until he knew for definite that Jethro had fallen asleep before he closed his own eyes and allowed himself to slip into sleep.

March 28th - Blanket

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa, Shingeki no Kyojin

Setting: In between scenes in Chapter 67; Yes, I read the chapter and wrote this right away.

Words: 1299

Rating: K

Notes: Happy Eremika fluff week! :D

FF.Net/AO3 

Eren wanted to feel relief, he really did. After all, theymade it out alive; everyone was safe and still breathing. Hanji got the mosthurt but even she was trying to get back on her feet though it only made Levi snap at her to get back in bed. Yet, Eren couldn’t get his mind to rest easy, not with everything that had gone on, everything they still had to do.

He sat up in the bed, his back against the wall as he stared out into the dark room. Eren knew he should be sleeping, they had their assault on Rod Reiss in the morning when it was calculated he would reach the wall; though Eren knew there was a guard to watch him just in case he made it there faster and they needed to act. Until then Levi sent everyone to rest after the long ordeal they all just came from.

Eren sighed looking up to the ceiling. “Dad,” he murmured to himself. “What were you thinking?” No answer came, not that Eren thought there would be. So much happened in the past few days, so much was still to happen. What was he supposed to do? He knew he needed to do what was for the good of humanity. He was quick to sacrifice himself if it would ensure the safety of the world, of his friends, his comrades but is that really what would be best? No one seemed to think so with the amount of times he was told no on the issue.

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