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! ◂
▸ tag around ◂

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

[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."