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triple-asstro · 10 months

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west coast - miles morales x reader

a/n: hey guys, this past two weeks have been quite awful. writer's block and imposter syndrome are hitting hard. it feels like motivation is slowly dripping out of me through my breath i hope this story makes your day slightly better and i love you all <333

Nauseousness. It’s a feeling everyone experienced at a point in their lives. It’s a feeling that lingers within you. Once you feel it, it’s hard to discard. That froggy feeling that stays in your throat, one that churns your stomach and leaves you overwhelmed.

You remember tossing and turning in your bed, trying to suffocate yourself so you couldn’t feel anything else but the touch of your own skin and your blanket. Always changing your pajamas, going to the bathroom and spraying heaps of lavender mist anywhere you were planning to slam your head into.

Nauseousness turned into frustration, cursing your own mind for refusing to infuriate itself to sleep. Everyone else in your family was asleep, so why weren’t you? You felt confined, trapped in a prison to where you can’t call for help; to be tormented by the sound of your own mind for eternity. Your room resembled one too. Magazines and clothes were strewn across the ground, your guitar propped against your bed. Its metal pegs glistened in the moonlight, along with the new callouses adorning your palms.

Your instinct inched you to get up from your bed and reach your phone, the blue light stinging your eyes. The lockscreen with you and Miles hanging on a park bench behind one of the numerous buildings while he stared at you with lovesick eyes. The time flashed out, one twenty-six, as you groaned in annoyance. You approached your dresser, staring at the person in the mirror gazing back at you. Your hair was a mess, your eyebags grew darker with every passing day, and your pajamas were slumping down your figure.

Fuck it.

In one fluid motion, you flung open your drawers, picking whatever clothes grazed your hand and draping them on your body. Then, you hauled your bag over your shoulder and jumped through your window, landing harshly on the metal floor. Paying no mind, you continued rushing up the stairs, feet tapping on stair after stair. Sounds of heavy traffic and buzzing electric lights flooded your ears, even through your headphones.

You reached the rooftop. There was barely anyone up there, except for some loose garbage and poorly-discarded receipts. Pressing the tiny button on your headphones, they played a small startup sound before playing a sweet melody in your ears. It was the song you were working on previously on your guitar, and now seemed like a perfect time to brainstorm lyrics.

“Ain’t he a doll?

Well, he’s stuck with me,

My heart echos his beat,

He’s a… what rhymes well with a doll?” you muttered, scribbling down on your notebook while scrolling through your photos. It’s been a tried-and-true method that you’ve been using ever since you started songwriting. You kept scrolling, spotting photos of Miles, Gwen, Pavitr and even one you captured with Hobie and his partner. They were both sporting spiked bracelets while reading a comic book they’ve found lying around. They’d been a mentor for you, both logically and personally.

“Oh Cass, where are you? Could really use your genius here…” you uttered. “Wait- no, I've got a better line:

My heart echos his beat,

A tune I will always repeat,

Yep that’s good.”

As you closed your notebook proudly, you attempted to start the next verse, emphasis on attempt. Every tear, every scribble only drove you farther into frustration. This was supposed to be your outlet, so why was it being so annoying?

“You write songs, why is it hard for me to do the same?

A crash cut your thought track, flying right past you and into the fire escape door. The scent of smoke filled your nose as the actual physical smoke cleared. A figure lay against the door, one dressed in a black full-bodysuit with thin stripes. The mask, which had wide eyes, was slightly tattered, showing small glimpses of its skin.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh?” the voice groaned. His eyes blinked periodically as you approached closer. When he finally caught the sight of your face, the eyes on his mask grew wide as he darted to the right.

“Hey, wait- Spiderman?! Are you okay?”

He spun around, one foot stuck to the ground, and faced you, pounding on his chest before speaking again. His voice was low, comically low. “Ah yes, hello fellow citizen who I know nothing about. What are you doing here?”

“What am I doing- what are you doing here? You just came out of nowhere!”

“I can assure you, I am completely fine,” he said. He only took one step, before stumbling on his leg, kneeling onto the ground with a huff.

“How about you just take a seat over here, okay?” you suggested, gesturing over to the ledge. He reluctantly followed, sitting on the ledge as his legs dangled off it. You sat down next to him, tucking your notebook behind your back. There wasn’t any chance you were going to show Spiderman your amateurish songwriting.

“So…how’s your day going?”

“Uh..quite okay! Y’know, the usual patrols. It’s hard being Manhattan’s number one hero.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I imagine, if you’re crashing into things like that on the regular. Not that you’re bad at it!”

“Well, I don’t do that all the time…”

“Just now?”

He sheepishly faces away from you. “...Occasionally.”

“Christ, y’know you remind me of my boyfriend. Everytime I see him in the hallways at my school, which by the way has awful hallway management, he always either trips on his feet or on, get this, air. Air!”

“...Does he always do this?”

“Yes! It’s adorable though, and I don’t tell him that I think it is. It’s like a little game we have.”

“I won’t, because I do not know who this boyfriend is. …Who is he?”

“His name is Miles, and he’s…he’s something.”

Silence echoed between you two before an idea sprouted in your head.

“Hey, can you help me with something?”

“Uh, sure… What is it?”

“I’m trying to write a song for him; it’s supposed to be a piece for him about how I feel, but I’m unsure about the lyrics. He makes me feel so extraordinary and it’s hard to express exactly how much I care about him.”

“...maybe just tell him.”

You arched your eyebrow towards him. “What?”

“Uh, what? Nothing, I said nothing!” he said, reverting back to his comical voice. You giggled in response, opening your notebook. Then, you started humming.

Always thought of the love that was on TV,

Never thinking that could happen to me,

Tuesday nights shift Friday blues

Vision restored in your sights

His smile shines brighter

Than I could imagine

I hear the high-fives,

Beckoning me away

Oh, ain't he a doll?

Days turn to weeks,

and the thought of you makes me scream,

You always say winnin me

was like winning the lottery

Yeah,

Ain’t he a doll?

Well, he’s stuck with me,

My heart echos his beat,

A tune I will repeat,

Miles couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was his hearing even working? He didn’t feel the world stop around him, only himself. His heart practically thrashed against his ribcage, minute tears pooling in his eyes. He was in utter awe, that's the only way he could explain it. Any remarks or witty quips died on his tongue.

When you stopped, you felt a familiar nauseousness flood you. It wasn’t the nauseousness that curdled your stomach until it felt like hurling or the nauseousness that fogs your brain and lets the words melt onto your tongue. This, this was the nauseousness that feels weightless, hovering in the vast emptiness in your midsection while your thoughts run a mile a dozen.

You placed your notebook down, rubbing the tips of your fingers together. “So…what do you think?”

“It…It’s really good. Y’know, you should play that for your boyfriend.”

“You think he’d enjoy it? He’s much more artistic than me.”

“Of course I - I mean- he would, it’s amazing! I think it could be an actual song!”

“You think so?”

He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Yes, I know so.”

“…you couldn’t tell that was Miles?”

“At the time, …no?”

Hobie cackled, slapping his hand on his knee. It’d been two weeks since that incident, and since then, you haven’t been able to live that moment down. When you told Cass about your experience shortly after, they called you an idiot for not ‘catching the signs’. Looking back, you should’ve caught the signs earlier but, in the moment, you were as blind as a bat. The concert music echoed from the stage as the rockstar graced her fingers on the guitar. You watched in awe from the sidelines as sweat glistened down her forehead, flicking across the stage with a wide grin. The crowd cheered as she swung her arm down, shredding the last chord.

Hobie’s eyes softened, his jaw slightly agape. “Aw shit, looks like I'm next.”

Cass waved across the crowd before hopping backstage, ruffling your hair with a beaming smile. Her presence was enough to send a wave of confidence through the room, one that you would climb mountains to obtain, as many others would. “What’d you think of that?”

“It was cool.”

“I think you mean exceptional. You alright, love? Ignore the kid…”

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Cass said, shaking her sleeveless jacket. Hobie picked up his guitar, resting his foot on the step.

“I’m on next, wish me luck, alright?”

She gave a quick peck on his lips, his hand trailing to her neck, pushing her deeper.

You groaned. “Ew..”

Cass giggled, parting away from him and patted him on the shoulder.

“Alright, go on. Destroy them out there.”

Hobie tilted down his imaginary cap and gave you a small cheeky point. He ascended onto the stage as Cass sauntered over towards you.

She trapped you in a headlock, ruffling your hair even more. “Any reason you’re being extra silent today?”

“Sometimes I’m quiet.”

“Yeah, but not this much. What’s on your mind?”

“Do you think Miles will tell me? That he's Spiderman.”

“I think, Miles being Miles, he’ll stall to protect you. Speaking from Spider-experience. I can be there if you want to talk to him about it.”

“Maybe… It’s just - I’m worried he’s gonna worry that I’m a new target. He’ll have to worry about himself and me.”

Cass darted her eyes to the side like an annoyed teenager beginning their obligatory eye roll. She understood quite well the thought process. “Okay, I understand your worries, but there’s no need. You’re extremely capable of defending yourself against any brutes and remember, it’s not about what you can do to prevent it, it’s more about what you can do to pick yourself back up. Your response is much more important than your situation.”

“Okay.”

“Now, it looks like your band’s calling you home. I’ll see you later, alright?”

You glanced down. The screen on your watch was blinking rapidly. “Right, see you later.”

You twisted the knob as the wind swirled behind you. You glanced behind to see a hexagonal portal, layers and layers of different hues warping in your sight. You looked back, giving Cass a small salute as you stepped inside.

#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles molares #spiderman atsv #astv

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tears-of-amber · 9 days

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hi! any advice for a new witch who can’t practice openly ?

Well, everyone’s situation is different, but I’ll tell you some things that worked for me for the years I was practicing in secret!

1. Discreet Lockscreens as offerings to deities (if you work with any). For example, let’s say you love the goddess Freyja and wanna offer your phone space for her. Don’t put art of her as the lockscreen (that’s too obvious and provokes questions). Put amber wallpaper or gold wallpaper or even wallpaper of a cat (which is sacred to her) or anything you associate with her that isn’t just… her.

2. Sigils for protection hidden inside a non-translucent phone case. I’ll write a sigil on a piece of paper and stick it in my phone case after charging it. It’s great, cause you probably carry your phone around a lot. And no one is going to peel off your phone case randomly.

3. Magic in food. Idk if you have access to safari or google or whatever but looking up the magical properties of food you have access to is a great way of connecting with magic and incorporating it discreetly into your day. For example, want to boost your manifestation powers? Add lemon to your water. Want to increase your attractiveness? Eat strawberries. Want to be protected? Add black pepper to your macaroni and cheese.

4. Meditate. You can even say you’re going to take a rest in your room. Because meditation is a form of rest. Meditating is easy, and only requires you. You can even do meditative journeying as a form of scrying in the astral realm. Nobody is going to crucify you for closing your eyes and being silent.

5. Keep a locked DIGITAL grimoire. Where you have any info you’d like to remember. Certain notes apps can be passcode protected. Choose something that others wouldn’t guess.

6. Rocks on the ground are just as good as crystals from the crystal shop. Meditate with them to figure out what their properties are. And as a side note, you have metal or gemstone jewelry already. Even a silver ring is a simple way of connecting to intuition and moon energies. Whereas gold connects to power and solar energies.

Hope this helps! Dm me if you have more questions!

#witchcraft #witchblr #witchy #broom closet witch

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overflowing-with-words · 2 years

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tick, tock | jay w.

[Time ticks down dangerously low for the lighting ninja.]

A/N: holy fuck, i’m three days behind summer of whump, send help– also this sucks kinda but im not rewriting it again cause i did that four times

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Being a ninja was dangerous, and everyone knew that.

Missions were usually life threatening, fighting was literally tiptoeing the line between life and death, heck, even using their own powers could cause injury to anyone a little too near.

Any wrong move promised a world of pain or more, and everyone was ready to accept that their life wouldn’t ever quite be like anyone else’s.

Jay just never thought it would’ve come to this.

Hot blood spilled over the dark ground, fingers slick against the wound. He stumbles on the concrete, grasping the cold ledge for support.

It had been patrol. A small, mostly unarmed thief breaking into a store. The lighting ninja remembers a small struggle, a small blade falling from the man’s pocket and scattering to the floor.

He’d thought it was the only one.

A slip against the wet floor, electricity buzzing against metal, footsteps thudding against the ground, and Jay’s head is suddenly a little lighter, chest ringing with pain.

“Oh.” He gasps, hands flying to the wound, and he lifts a hand silently, staring at the deep red stained across his skin. Blood. A lot of it.

“Hidden knife trick, huh?” He bites his lip, pushing his arm across the table, plastic boxes and coins falling to the ground in a clatter of metal. The cashier is gone from sight, glass door swinging in the breeze, and Jay sighs loudly.

“Just my luck.” He says to nobody in particular, and fumbles into his pocket for his phone, an arm still clutching across his chest. The screen flashes bright, and he scrolls across to his contacts, clicking on Cole’s name. He glances across the lockscreen, reading a red energy bar in alarm.

Low energy.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” he whispers anxiously, and watches it ring emptily on the counter, sound echoing through the store. Cole always picks up. Always. And some god must be listening to his prayers from the heavens, because the phone beeps again, and the earth ninja’s tinny voice leaks into the room.

“Jay?” The lighting ninja lets out an audible sigh of relief, wincing in pain as the gash twinges. He looks down at the crimson puddle spreading slowly at his feet, and then back up at the beeping phone.

“I…I got stabbed, I think.” Jay says, slowly, and rubs unsteadily at the black creeping into the edges of his vision.

“What—Where are you?” Cole shouts into the call, voice rising with panic, and Jay’s face crumples in pain at the sound.

“I’m—I’m at the corner store. Wallington street.” There’s a pause as Cole digests the information, and the line jumps into static. “Cole?”

“Yeah, we’re coming. Zane and I are on the way with the bike, Lloyd’s coming with his dragon— what? Stay awak— Jay, stay on the line, okay? Don’t close your eyes.” Cole says, words tumbling together in his rush.

“Stay awake,” Jay echoes, voice blurring in drowsiness, and she rubs a hand across his face. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Cole questions, if rather to fill the silence than anything, and the phone shuffles from his hand to another.

“Jay?” Zane’s familiar voice filters into the microphone, and Jay slides to the ground, back against the cold wall. The floor is slick with red, and he draws a finger through it absentmindedly, thoughts automatically racing to try and figure out how much blood he’s lost.

“Yeah?” Jay whispers back, careful not to jostle his chest speaking. Every breath he draws rattles uselessly, and it feels like every wheeze captures less and less oxygen.

“Can you see any towels or rags around you?” Jay leans his head against the stone, squeezing his eyes shut. He should’ve taken a nap before he left. It’s so much harder to keep his eyes open, now.

“I don’t— I don’t know.” He whimpers, fingers curling around the phone. “It hurts.”

“I know. I need you to keep pressure on the wound.” The nindroid replies, worry hid under a mask of steadiness. He can’t waver on his thoughts, not now.

The lighting ninja lifts his head wearily, prodding at the patch of soaked uniform cautiously. Another flash of fiery pain stabs through his chest, and he can’t bite back a cry at the touch. His eyes fall shut, and he grits his teeth, desperately trying to ride out the wave of pain.

“Jay!” Zane calls, tone tinged with anxiety, and he forces his eyes open, patches of darkness glitching in his vision.

“Zane,” he breathes quietly, another whine tearing from his chest. The phone falls from his grip, clattering to the ground quietly.

“We—”

The battery cuts off uselessly, screen fading to black in a second.

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ezra-iolite · 2 years

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Her Guiding Light

I fancied doing something with some BIG feels, so I made something bittersweet and themed around a song. Not exactly a songfic, but something you can listen to while reading this past a certain point, which I'll link when the time's right in the plot. ;3 So enjoy this teaser into Swiftwire's past, her relationship with the MnM gang, and her infamous daddy issues~ Swiftwire and Borealis belong to me

Verglaust and Elbent belong to @tigracespace

Knockout and Breakdown belong to Hasbro

**TW: Self-harm, PTSD, Disassociation, a little bit of cursing, HUGE sad vibes**

....................It had been ten years to this day.

And Swiftwire could still feel the tremors from under the rocky ground travelling up her knees...

Her palm prickling from the searing aura of the flames that engulfed her home...

The desperate grip of her only surviving family member keeping her in place by her shoulders...

The phantom rawness of the scream escaping her throat as she reached out towards her burning home.

Towards him......

YOU PROMISED!!!

Slammed back into her body with an audible gasp, Swift only now felt the stinging pain as she unclenched her claws that dug into her arms and finally picked up on the crackling static of her heavy panting. Her returning sight allowed her to spot the newly carved glowing trickles of Energon from her arms that stained her chest and illuminated the outline of her office desk in the engulfing darkness before her. Letting out a shuttering sigh now clear of static, she blinked away the tears from her eyes as she gripped her headband in both claws.

Shit, it happened again. Why does this keep happening to me? I thought I was finally getting better... Wait, when did it get so dark? Oh stars, what time is it?!

Reaching towards her desk in the dark with one of her bloodied arms pressed against her, the Seeker felt around the desk cluttered with thin datapads containing plans and bills bearing her signature to become new social laws, her claw sweeping carefully around until she felt the familiar and thicker glass surface of her personal datapad and blindly traced her way up with her talon tips towards its metallic framed edge.

Where the hell is that button? I could have sworn this was the top. Wait... don't tell me I put this upside down, did I? Oh for fu- Oh wait, nope, there it is.

White light filled her half of the office as she quickly turned away, her eyes stinging as they readjusted to the light, before she peered down to read the lockscreen's text.

11:48 pm

Well, I'm dead. Oh stars, I'll never hear the end of it from Elbent, will I?

With a long sigh she allowed the datapad to return to standby mode, and as the veil of darkness shrouded her sight once more, Swift flopped down onto her desk with her head landing onto her outstretched arm... A move she immediately regretted when she felt the sting of her open wounds. Cursing under her breath, she rose on shaky legs and made her way through the dark towards the door, knowing the path to take without any need for light as she followed that same blind instinct through the hall of her home into the apartment kitchen. The distant city lights of Vos streamed through her balcony glass door, casting silvery outlines and small shadows of vine leaves from the fairy lights wrapped around the curtain rail, their tiny shadows stretched across the furniture within reach of the city's eventide glow. Looking behind her, Swift spotted the small trail of glowing blue leading back into the office room, their source trickling from the thin lines along the tops of her arms.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me!" She hissed out loud, rushing to the kitchen to grab three towel and used two to wrap around her arms, stopping the bleeding as she used the third to clean up the accidental trail.

Sighing heavily as she stood back up and turned away from the now pitch black hallway, she tossed the towels into the sink as she ran the cold tap onto them, letting the plugged sink fill as she began to wash her arms of blood before drying and bandaging them. She watched with impassive eyes as the white gauze began to turn blue before they finally stopped before all the white could vanish, the coagulation effect finally taking place under the protection of the bandages.

Three times... Three times this has happened now. And I know Knockout's going to lose his shit this time around. I... I should probably not tell him what caused it this time. I mean, it is the same reason every time, but... I don't want to make any of them worry. It's just a memory...

Swift hugged herself around her chest as she watched the water reach the halfway point within the basin, feeling her sight growing blurry once more as the deep clutches of that gnawing void within her dug its way back up from the depths of her spark and pulled her mind outside herself once again, forcing her back to witness that flame engulfed cave.

It's just a memory... It's just a memory! Don't let it get to you! It's not real!! IT'S JUST A MEMORY!! IT'S JUST A MEMORY!! STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!! STOP THINKING ABOUT BABA!! STOP!!

Snapping back into reality by the pull of her own thoughts, she staggered back unbalanced and quickly released her arms once more as the bandages fell away from where she sliced through them with her claws.

"Oh by the stars!! Not again!"

The feeling of water touching her abdomen drew her attention down towards the nearly overflowing sink, sending a wave of panic through her.

"Oh balls, this again?! "

Latching onto the tap, she stopped the flow and quickly reached in with both arms to pull the plug, letting some of the water out before she once again plugged the basin, keeping the water just high enough to cover her arms up to the elbows, where the cuts stopped. Panting heavily to steady her racing spark, she watched as swirls of glowing blue faded into a dull, darker colour the moment they cooled in the water, filling the sink with a misty lapis lazuli hue as the glowing stopped at her arms, before they too faded.

I can't keep doing this... But I can't tell them. Especially not the kids. What would they think of me, knowing this is what happens when I think of how I lost their grandpa? I.... I wish Baba was here. He'd know what to do.

Slowly but surely, Swift pulled her arms free and began to dry and redress them once more, the bandages now staying white. It finally stopped... And not a soul in the apartment was aware of this but Swiftwire herself, a relief she let out in the form of a long sigh as she drained the sink and hung the towels out on the balcony to dry. Finally, with nothing else in need of doing, Swift returned to the living room and sank into the shadow veiled couch.

Stars above, I'm so tired. I just want to sleep this shitty night off... But there's no way in hell I'm joining the others in bed like this. I just.... Not tonight. I don't have the energy to argue with them... I just hope they don't notice these.

Looking down at her bandaged arms, Swift noticed something under the table in front of her, something white and reflecting the lights from outside. Reaching down with a cautious and slow hand, she picked up a large statuette carved from hollowed out clear quartz, one in the shape of a wolf sitting elegantly atop a metal cylinder.

Oh wow... I remember this! This was uncle Beetlebarb's housewarming present. I was wondering where I packed it away. Stars above, I need to deep clean this place for other valuable knickknacks I might've forgotten.

Placing the hefty carved quartz onto the table, she spotted the small hole on the side of its metal base with a curious tilt of her head.

Wait... Was that always there? I don't remember him mentioning this being anything more than a fancy carving. What the bloody hell did you invent this time, uncle?

Turning it over to examine the bottom of the statuette, she found a small key hidden in a tiny sliding compartment within the metal base, one that perfectly fit the hole on its side. Using the tips of her talons, she wound it up with the key until she could feel the resistance of the gears within, before gently setting it back down onto the table as soft clicks echoed the room from the statuette's inner mechanisms.

Uncle, I swear on Mama's grave... If this explodes like your other inventions do, I'm sending you the bill for the damage, and a foot up your-

The quartz suddenly came to life as a steadily growing soft light filled its crystal core, before it spread throughout the room in gentle waves of pastel pink, blue and green... the colours of the Aurora Borealis from her old home, mimicked on a tail of streaking biolights that guided her in her darkest time, on the night she was found in that forest...

Looking back down at the crystal wolf as its gears hummed with life, fresh tears soon streaked down her cheeks as that cave returned to her mind, its flames now replaced by a white wolf Beastformer, looking back with a fanged smile and a stretched out hand for her to hold...

Borealis...

"Baba... Bori... Why didn't you escape with us? Why couldn't you keep your promise? You could've seen the birth of your granddaughter... You could have met your grandson, my wife and husbands... Their children, who now call me their Mama... Dad, why did you have to break your promise? Why did you have to become a stupid martyr and die like that? You promised me... You promised..."

A click and a sudden hum brought her blurry-eyed attention back onto the crystal version of her adoptive father, the lights surrounding the room starting to move and swirl in a soothing and slow manner as a familiar melody began to play from the music box within the crystal's base. Her breath caught within her throat as the melody's metallic tune latched onto a memory deep within her mind, a memory of Bori's voice humming, his touch upon her back as he gently rocked her side to side, and the same tears she now cried staining his white chest fur as his hum matched the gentle purring of his engine that soothed her in his hold. Laying on her side on the couch, she watch the crystal's glow shift and change as it moved around the room, a gentle talon tracing the shape of the wolf's face...

His gentle embrace, his wise guiding words, his rare laugh that broke his stoic aura, the namesake glow of his tail that always guided her out of a panic episode, just like those she experienced tonight... Never would she feel them again.

Bori... Minerva... Azure...

Taken by the flames...

Along with his promise to always be with her.

Her wails echoed the room as the song continued to play, her eyes now covered by her bandaged arm as the room became filled with her hiccupped sobs and whimpers over the melody's bittersweet tune, chanting the same thing over and over...

"You promised... You promised, Baba.... You promised."

Through her hiccups and sobs, hidden by the melody's gradual end, footsteps made their way towards the Seeker on the couch until they stopped right beside her. The moment the song ended and darkness returned to the room, a pair of giant but gentle claws slid under her back and thighs and slowly she was lifted up into a warm embrace that sat where she once was on the couch, placing her onto a lap with her head guided by a green claw to rest on the chest of its owner, before that same claw reached over to the crystal wolf and turned the key once more, its light filling the room as that same song started up once more.

"Did you already forget that you are no longer alone in this, sweet sunstone?"

Looking up to feel a gentle talon wiping away a stray tear, Swift found herself within the arms of her biggest and more emotionally expressive husband of the polyamorous group, her face now cupped by the green drake Beastformer she called a Conjunx. Sniffling as she attempted to form her response, her sobs only returned thricefold as Verglaust pulled her close to his chest and whispered sweetly into her wire dreadlocks.

"Shhh, it's ok. It's alright, love. Let it all out. You're safe here," He cradled her arm that clutched against his shoulder, turning it over with the softest touch he could offer on her wrist. "I'll have Knockout take a look in the morning. Don't argue, dear. You know he would never be angry with you for something you cannot yet control. It's ok... We'll work together to help you heal, one step at a time."

"I'm sorry, Ver... I didn't even know it was happening until...," Swift whimpered after she regained control over her words, her claw gripping the mech's as the room returning to its quiet darkness once more. "I... I miss him so much. The dreams... They started becoming flashbacks again... I-I didn't want to alarm you guys, so I.... I'm so sorry, Ver-"

Verglaust hushed her once again, cradling her head against his shoulder as he trailed a hand along her back, carefully stroking over her folded wings. "It's ok, sunstone. It's alright. You're ok. You did nothing wrong here, but you know you are perfectly fine to come to us for help. No matter the time or place, we're all here to help. We're here to help you, love. No matter what."

"........ How do you make it stop? How do I stop feeling like this every time I think of him?"

"By remembering the good times you had with him," Verglaust began to stroke his other claw through her dreadlocks as he spoke softly. "Remember your father as the good mech he was. Remember how he made you feel, the times you spent together being father and daughter, the times he made you laugh and feel happy and safe... Remember the good things and know that he is proud of you, even beyond the stars."

Swift meekly looked up at the red eyed mech. "You really think so?"

"I know so. I am a father, after all, and you a mother. And if my instincts towards our children tell me anything, it's that I know pride can live on within the soul, even after it has passed on."

Swift let out a tired chuckle, sniffling as she rested her head on his shoulder once more. "You sound just like him."

"Do I, now?~"

"Mm. You two actually had a lot in common, now that I think about it... He would have loved you like a son, you know?"

"I'm glad to hear it. How are you feeling, dear?"

"Tired... But a lot better."

"Good. I'm happy to hear it," Picking her up in a bridal hold, he rose in the darkness of the room and trekked his way towards the hall once more. "Let's head to bed together then, shall we?"

"Ok," Swift hugged him around his neck as he carried her effortlessly, pausing for a long moment until they reached the bedroom door, where the others slept. "...Ver?"

"Hm?"

"Don't... tell Elbent about this. I don't want to worry her about my... issue."

"Sunstone, it is not a mere issue. It is something we shall help you through, together. One step at a time, remember? Don't be scared to come to us, should it happen again. We can all patch you up together, and soothe those worries of yours out of your mind and bring you comfort once more. No matter how many times it happens, we're all here to work as a team to help each other through every situation we face, individually or as a family. Me, Elbent, Knockout, Breakdown, even the kids... We're all here to help."

"You promise?"

"I promise, my love. Always."

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