Some h/c makes the world go round...

[storebror]

A helping hand is all I need
a gen hurt&comfort meme

▸ when posting, say if you'd prefer your partner to be be the one who's hurt, the one who comforts, or if you're good with both roles. Add any details that seem useful re: how good are they at this? ◂
▸ state if you're fine with crosscanon, assumed CR, au... ◂
▸ ... and also state any other preferences ◂
▸ when responding, rng for relationship, setting, type of hurt and when it happened... or not. It's up to you! ◂
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Relationship

1. Strangers.
2. Friends.
3. Colleagues.
4. Enemies.
5. Family.
6. Wildcard

Setting

1. An everyday street or park in a city.
2. A disaster zone.
3. A social event.
4. The middle of nowhere, far away from all civilization.
5. At home.
6. Wildcard

Type of hurt

1. Minor physical injury.
2. Betrayal, rejection, or another emotional hurt.
3. Mental trauma.
4. Major physical injury.
5. Grief.
6. Wildcard

When?

1. The cause of the hurt is still ongoing as the scene starts.
2. The hurt just occurred.
3. It's an old wound, but something tore it open once again.
4. It's been festering for hours, or days, or years...
5. Wildcard

Comments

Unlikely Crossovers R Us let's go

[ripandtear]

As far as worlds that had lain in the path of Hell go, Eorzea - well, all of Hydaelyn really - had done surprisingly well so far. Certainly, the many portals that had suddenly opened and poured forth demons were a dire enough threat that it was already being considered the next Calamity, and it had definitely caught the world's inhabitants by surprise. Certainly, faraway nations had already fallen, demonic strongholds had already begun to take root.

But Eorzea had its champion, and it was not a world like to take a punch without dealing three back. The hordes had been fought back quite some bit by the time the Slayer had followed their hunt, and honestly? That was a damn nice change of pace.

The people he'd talked to here - well, stared expectantly at after ripping through a bunch of demons and had them babble their thanks and explanations - had certainly been keen on mentioning their Warrior of Light. A soldier tasked with slaying gods, heh. Wasn't that something. He'd resolved to find this warrior. If they were as strong as he'd been told, he might finally have an ally on even footing with himself, and maybe, just maybe, he could save a Hell-torn world. For once.

Plus, he'd been told they'd been headed into a great, fleshy demonic nest off Eorzea's coast, and well. That wasn't amateur shit. They could probably use his help, and he'd get to tear apart a hellnest while he was at it.

The Slayer didn't find Squirt where he expected to, and that turned out to be a good sign. Rather than at the nest's threshold or down one of its twisting gullets, he followed a trail of slain demons to its pulsing center and came across the... tiny man collapsed just before the beating heart of the thing, clearly badly wounded and struggling to stand.

The single last imp descending on the Lalafell met its end in a shotgun blast and a spray of blood. The sound of the gun being deftly reloaded echoed wetly in the chamber, and the Slayer lifted the weapon to rest against his shoulder, tilting his head down at Squirt.

This was their Warrior? Huh. Takes all kinds.

[popotopirate]

All in all, it wasn't.... too different from the norm. Honestly the vilekin and voidsent he'd battled with before, while not as numerous as these new creatures, definitely approached being just as horrific. And these new horrors required just about the same treatment to deal with as well: a liberal application of Big Swords, something Squirt was more than happy to provide.

It'd been one hell of a trip, getting into the nest, getting past all the nests defenses, getting into the heart of the thing. No one even bothered trying to dissuade him, why would they? This was, more or less, his job after all. Probably shouldn't have just torn into it all by himself but... well, he wasn't going to hang around all day while this thing churned out voidsent waiting for other, equally reckless adventurers. Maybe if he'd bothered to find someone to go with him, he wouldn't find himself in this state: leaning heavily on his sword, shield raised but mostly propped up over him, frantically trying to heal just a few of the deep cuts and gashes he'd gained and collected fighting his way down here.

He didn't even notice the imp, up until the creature's pulped body splatted inelegantly onto the ground beside him, little more than jelly now. If nothing else, knew what a shotgun sounded like. Someone had followed him in, so it seemed. Thank the Twelve, really.

He cast a weary, cautious look over the top of his shield, swaying as he took in the sight of the fucking giant in armor that had picked off the last of the horde.

"... Was gonnae... get that one too in... in a second. Thanks mate."

[ripandtear]

It was truly outrageously high tech looking armor to an Eorzean as well, almost as if he'd walked out of Allagan history - but no, the aesthetic was all wrong for that. Not enough fancy glowy bits.

The man gave a dark chuckle at Squirt's comment, but made no other move to speak, instead kneeling down beside him to get a better look at how badly hurt he was. All right, he wasn't about to die, and seemed to be using some small amount of healing ability as well. Right then. The Slayer nodded, then pulled a handful of vials with some sort of glowing blue potion in them out of... somewhere, handing them to Squirt. The health boosts wouldn't heal much, but it would be enough for what came next.

Standing once more, he swapped the shotgun out for... that is a really, REALLY big gun. A big fucking gun that let out an ominous whine as it wound up, then let loose a massive wad of crackling green energy straight at the gigantic heart.

It did the trick. The heart gushed blood as it collapsed, and the entire structure they were standing in screamed and began to tremble.

[popotopirate]

He'd worn armor close to it, in the past. Not precisely the same no, but his focus was less on the armor at the moment, and more on just trying to put together what he should make of this armored giant. A Roegadyn, maybe? He didn't see a tail, he couldn't be a Hrothgar, too thickly built for an Au Ra...

Squirt damn well knew a healing potion when he saw one though, and was quick to grab it, mumbling out another thanks before going to swallow down the contents as quick as he could drink it. Hopefully it'd be enough to get him on his feet and running. ... Especially considering what the fuck just happened next.

He dropped the vial just in time to clamp his hands over his ears as that gun primed up, bracing as the BFG discharged. The sheer force of the blast was enough to shake him near back down to his knees, propped up once again by his sword. No need to ask questions about what to do now, that much was obvious by the shaking of the now dying structure. Time to go.

"Right then! Up an' out, aye?" Even though his blade felt like it was made of lead as he clasped it back onto his hip, even though his shield seemed like it might break his back as he sit it into it's fastenings again.

[ripandtear]

Not quite tall enough for a Roegadyn, though he was certainly beefy enough for one. A Highlander Hyur was probably the closest equivalent here, despite the fact that you could see eyebrows if you focused on the face behind that visor.

But that was neither here nor there, and he'd only give a sharp nod before turning to move, shotgun once again in hand.

And of course, he reached down with one massive arm to scoop Squirt right up as he went, already figuring that it'd be faster for the one of them with longer legs to be doing the movement work. Something that only seemed driven home when he actually began to run, and run at a speed that Squirt likely hadn't seen mortal man achieve before short of magical assistance.

...His grip was actually quite gentle, however - he seemed to already know where the worst wounds lay, and was careful not to jostle them.

[popotopirate]

He'd been prepared of course, to make a break for it on his own strength. Why wouldn't he be? So it'd been every time before, so he was sure it'd be now, even as injured as he was. In fact, the Lalafell had managed to take several steps forward, before the other man just.... reached down and scooped him right up.

Sure there was some pain, yes, but the yelp he gave was less from that, and more due to sheer bewildered surprise, immediately latching onto the arm that held him as the armored giant just absolutely booked it towards the exit, at a pace that seemed more fit for a well trained chocobo rather than, you know... a large hyurian man in full plate mail.

Oh. Okay then. Guess he was along for this ride, you wouldn't hear him complaining about this. Not when he wasn't entirely sure if he'd have been able to make it out on his own two legs.

[ripandtear]

Not just run, either. Here was a treacherous tunnel filled with sickly green acid, and he merely leapt out, grabbed a jutting piece of bone, swung from it, and latched to the wall opposite before scuttling around to take another great leap and midair dash for a safer passage. More demons began to appear, trying to block them, but he simply blew them away, or tore their head from their body, or drove a blade that popped out of his gauntlet into their throat. At one point, he aimed the shotgun only to fire some kind of grappling blade on a chain, then swung around on it to higher ground as the stuck demon screeched in pain.

As they neared the exit, his head tilted as if listening to something, and he nodded again and took a sharp turn. Ahead of them, a glimmering blue portal opened seemingly out of nowhere, and he appeared to be heading straight for it with no hesitation.

[popotopirate]

Yeah okay not much else to do other than hold fast and try not to let any of his wounds get reopened. Let it not be said that he didn't try to help, letting out a flurry of oaths and curses as more godsdamned voidsent appeared. He thought he got all of them! Well fuck.

Granted by the time he wrestled his pistol out, the giant had managed to shred them, leaving naught but blood and tattered flesh behind. Or voidsent chunks. Whichever came first. The bile that hit the back of Squirt's throat wasn't from the gore, no. Rather just the rapid pace they'd hit, the jumping, the swinging and the constant jostling, was what made his stomach try to climb out his mouth at least twice.

And right as he could see the exit, his ride took a sudden turn towards... Decidedly not the exit. Portal? Where? Why? What is going on fucking hell-

"Whatsat?!" Look not much time for anything more complicated.

[ripandtear]

Not much time before they were through the portal either, materializing on the bridge of... some kind of massive craft, an amalgam of ancient stonework and powerful technology. Directly ahead of them was a semicircle of monitors and controls, above which hovered a hologram of the entirety of Hydaelyn itself, and beyond that was a great window - through which the actual planet could be seen, turning slowly in space. Angry red trails were visible on the surface from here, where the demons had done the most damage.

The Slayer took a few casual steps forward before setting Squirt down gently, then ambled towards the controls. As he did so, a synthesized voice came on from the surroundings themselves.

"Greetings, Warrior of Light. Welcome to the Fortress of Doom. I am VEGA, aide to the Slayer. My apologies for the abrupt transfer - rest assured, we will return you to Eorzea, and tend your wounds as well. This was both the fastest way out of the hell nest, and the easiest way to introduce ourselves. I'm sure you've noticed that my companion is a man of few words."

Meanwhile, the Slayer just grunted, jabbing at one of the monitors.

"Or perhaps no words is more accurate."