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

[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."