bakerstreet | You can pry the whump and hurt/comfort from my cold, dead hands

hurt/comfort smut;
meme

Bruised. Beaten. Stabbed. Sapped of energy. Tricked. Mentally played and abused. Perhaps you've even seen your home world destroyed, depending on how Homestuck you are. Any way you slice it, characters go through a lot of crap.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to see them get pampered and taken care of when they're ailing. In canon, they may not have someone who can provide them with care when they're injured, support and love when they're sick, and physical intimacy all around. In this post, AU or other scenarios can provide them with a caretaking partner of their very own (or, maybe, someone to take care of, if the reverse is their preference). So, for once, weary traveler, you don't have to carry that weight all by yourself.

to bring you out of the darkness;

The injury may not be a temporary physical or mental one, however. Some characters suffer more deeply, even if they don't know it. Darkness covers their hearts, they're withdrawn, insecure, angry, or lonely. They need someone to reach out to them and show them unconditional love.

This post can provide that, too.

Whether it be the cliche and shameless "changed by your love" trope or something more subtle like getting someone to open up, the characters here can offer that and more. All are welcome, they just have to take that first step.

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As Matthew sees, Lucas sees, feels down to his core like it's his own memory. Soon, it will be, the next time a full moon rolls around, but for now it's a shared horror playing out fresh for the Medium.

He's experienced pain before, from other readings, mostly from last moments before the end. The body fighting it until the very end, the pain reaching a peak before ebbing away entirely.

But this pain is different knowing it will return, time and time again. It reaches deep, etching its way into his nerves. His breath comes in shaky gulps, his voice just above a frantic whisper, "Matthew...let go, let go...please, I need to stop, I can't..."

Matthew lets go, pulls his hand back, gives Lucas his space. He stands, moving into the kitchen to fill a plastic SOLO cup with water, bringing it back for him.

"Yeah, it's...bad, huh?"

On some level, in some sick way, seeing this reaction is...reassuring? It validates his own feelings about the transformation. He's not being a baby, he's not being a wuss, it's actually a fucking awful thing to endure.

As soon as Matthew pulls away Lucas hugs his arms around himself, not bothering to wipe at his fave as tears slip down his cheeks. He knew it was going to be bad, but this is on a whole other level.

"Duse, you're the strongest person I know to endure this shit," He peers up with wide pale eyes, finally reaching out to take the cup and sip on it. "...Thanks."

"What choice have I had, other than to endure it?"

Well, there is one, but he avoids thinking about it.

He looks at Lucas, and then moves so he's sitting up against the arm of the couch, arms open in a clear offer of a cuddle. "Come over here, let me hold onto you?"

"Beats the alternative," Lucas says with a ghost of a wry smirk that vanishes just as quickly, in between gulps of water until the cup is drained. Dark humor is one of his coping methods, but a cuddle definitely the better option.

Setting aside the cup Lucas scoots down the couch, all but crashing into Matthew, throwing his arms around the man in return.

"We're going to figure something out," He finally says. They had to.

He adjusts for comfort, settling into a proper cuddle and his hand runs slowly through Lucas's hair as he clings on. "I'd really love to believe in that, you know."

"It's true," Lucas mumbles against Matthew's chest, one cheek pressed to it as his arms tighten a little more around the man. Briefly his eyes shut, just to enjoy the simple contact between them and the comfort of Matthew's fingers combing through his hair.

"It is true," He says again with conviction. "The Chief'll work something out temporary for next time and we'll keep working on it, too."

Tilting his head up just enough to look Matthew in the eyes. "I promise."

"You think that's a promise you can keep?" His eyes meet Lucas's and he shivers slightly. The idea of getting actual real help, that's overwhelming. He's not sure he trusts it.

But he does trust Lucas.

"Yes." But his serious expression does soften at its edges. "I know that sounds naive, and I know it'll be a process. I kinda...already started looking into it after meeting you."

He'd kept that to himself until now, not wanting to upset the man. Now that they were in this together the work could really begin in earnest.

"Just in case, that way you could try and...stay? In one place, try for something like a normal life?"

"Do you still want me to stay, after what's happened?"

He can't believe that that would be the case, except this is Lucas and his heart is the size of of a planet. Somehow, on some level, knowing that someone might want him to stick around is scary. It makes him want to run, because then he'll have disappointed Lucas and proven he's not worth wanting to keep around.

Lucas arches one brow, almost pouting at Matthew. "Do you think I'd really cuddle with someone that I didn't want to have stick around?"

And maybe that's scary in its own way, too. He tries not to get so attached, work and all the baggage being a Medium could bring has always made him feel like he needs to stand apart. But maybe not too far apart now?

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"I don't know, you could just be a slut for cuddles." This is an attempt at a gentle tease (and on some level, he's pretty sure it's kinda accurate).

But damned if being this close to someone, getting to hold on tight, isn't helping Matthew a lot right now.

How dare you call him out like this Matthew.

Lucas snorts, laughing into Matthew's chest. "Maybe I am. I think I'm not the only one?"

"I'm just touch-starved, that's all."

Said as he nuzzles against Lucas's hair gently. You know. Not like a cuddle-slut at all. Not like someone who desperately wants to cling and hold onto hope and be warm together.

And certainly not like someone who has been dreaming of having pack.

"Mmm, I know that feeling."

Embrace your inner cuddle-slut Matthew, it's okay. Lucas holds the man just a little tighter. And for a few minutes he's content to be quiet and enjoy that feeling of closeness.

But, it's not long before more questions snag in his mind. "So...I know you can shift into a wolf. When can I try that?"

"I don't know if it's possible before your first full moon, but if you want to try it, be my guest. I recommend taking your clothes off; hulking out of them isn't actually as cool as it sounds."

Not that he's letting go yet. Nope. Sorry, Lucas, you're stuck here.

"Good to know," He laughs quietly. The mental image is sort of funny despite the horror of it all.

He's perfectly content to stay put. So there! A smirk is plain in his tone of voice, "Now who's being a slut for cuddles, huh?"

"...I feel like there are responses to that which lead into platonic dirty talk, and I'm not sure if that's too absurd, after what we've been through."

Honestly, though, he's at risk of falling asleep. After being wolf all night and panicking when he came to? He's kind of exhausted.

"Hey, we've already slept together." A few feet apart on the couch, but his point still stands.

"One more time wouldn't hurt, right?" Because he's kind of exhausted, too.

Matthew shifts his position on the couch to make sure he'll be comfortable for a nap, still holding onto Lucas--just more like a teddy bear now.

"No, sounds kind of nice, actually."

"Mmmhmm," Lucas bites back a teasing comment in favor of getting a little more comfortable, holding greedily to these small moments and a chance to recharge.

They'll need to be ready to face what's to come.

You can pry the whump and hurt/comfort from my cold, dead hands

CW: mentions of death

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and done! for now