Fluffy February fill #1
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Prompt: 9. Breezy + 12. Shell
Fandom: XCOM 2; Comfort & Command+ verse
Rating: PG
Warning: N/A
Word count: 424
The weather is light and breezy, and the wind tussles your hair as you walk along the shore, the sun high in the clear sky above you.
Central trails behind you, a little further inland, carrying that big rifle around like there'll be ADVENT out on this remote coast. You tried to convince him otherwise, but failed.
The water washes over your boots, recedes, and then over again. Distantly a seagull cries. The salt sticks to your skin, and when you inhale, it burns your nostrils.
Central has stopped following, is staring out at the ocean. You come over to him, follow his gaze to the water. "Something on your mind?" you ask.
He doesn't speak for a moment. Then: "I just missed this."
"The ocean?"
"The experience," he says.
You hum agreement. The waves crest, break, rush up the sand toward you, then back away. Central's eyes are closed now, and he looks
He looks happy.
You realize you're staring, look away quickly, scanning the shoreline for….for what? Something. Anything.
….There, something sticking out of the sand. You slip away from his side, go over to it, bend down. The water runs over your boots, brushes your hands as you dig the shell out.
It's a conch, cracked down the side and chipped, but otherwise still intact. You tuck it into your jacket, invigorated now to find more things.
By the time you return to Central's side, you've collected pieces of sea glass, some smaller shells, and a singular sand dollar. He opens one eye as you approach. "Commander."
You press the sand dollar into his hands. "For you," you say to him.
He smiles, blinking salt off his eyelashes. "Thank you," he says. He studies the sand dollar for a minute before sliding it into a pocket. "Ready to head back?"
You nod and the two of you begin to trudge up the hill, the sand giving way to long grasses, back into the long shadows of the Avenger.
When you get back to your quarters, you set your collected items on your bedside table, meticulously arranged. Central stands in the doorway, watching as you step back and admire your handiwork.
"Cute," he says.
You fight the urge to whirl around, hoping your choice to stay facing away hides that you're blushing furiously. You know he means the set up, he must mean the set up, but---
"I'll see you on the bridge," he says, and leaves.
You tuck a piece of green sea glass into your pocket, and hurry after him.
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when the “10 tips on how to make showering easy for disabled people” list doesn’t include a shower chair or a shower/changing table or grab bars etc, i know they don’t care about us physically disabled people.
good for u that turning off the lights and lighting a scented candle instead and listening to music or put on a show and using a bath bomb etc etc helps u but like none of those tips are that beneficial for physically disabled ppl specifically.
it’s good that those tips are there but for once we’d love to be included.
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Fluffy February fill #2
@fluffyfebruary
Prompt: 4. Starlight + 16. Glow
Fandom: XCOM 2; Comfort and Command+ verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
You stand out on the flight deck, gazing out at the world lit by starlight and the soft glow of neon from a distant city center.
In this moment, it is beautiful, and you can almost pretend things are as they should have been.
Then someone comes stepping out onto the deck behind you; you turn, Central standing there, and the moment shatters.
It isn't his fault, it just… he is a reminder too, of what you missed. What you lost. What you can't regain.
He passes your green field jacket to you; you take it and put it on. He's wearing a dark blue one over his usual outfit, and buttons it closed as a gust of wind buffers you both.
The two of you stand out there watching the stars, occasionally making small talk.
The moment returns, is something entirely new now. You have lost a lot, are out of time and place, but there is something to be said for what you've gained. Or what you could still yet.
Eventually the cold gets too be too much; you lead Central back inside, and the two of you amble leisurely through the Avenger, talking about nothing at all. It's late, so there isn't anyone around to hear, to wonder.
You wonder, though.
Are you too obvious? Or is he too oblivious? Or perhaps he's being kind, never really acknowledging. Maybe he thinks it's wrong, or bad, not allowed still by your stations. You wish you could tell him straight out.
You find your way to the bar together; Central is pawing through cabinets, you hover near the radio. Levy is not on right now, it's some slow song you don't recognize, but you slide over to your central officer anyway and grab him by the arm as you pull him toward the center of the empty room.
You dance.
Slow steps, unsure at first; Central balks, does not join in with you until you stop too and frown at him.
Together you sway back and forth, moving in circles around the bar, turning and twisting, still both somewhat uncertain but gaining confidence.
Central dips you low, you blush--
He stops, pulls you back upward. You think he's red about the ears but you're not sure in the low light of the bar.
"Why'd you stop?" you ask.
"I dunno," he says. "Didn't feel right."
"Do it again," you say.
He hesitates.
"That's an order, soldier," you say, smiling at him.
He rolls his eyes, but takes your hands back in his, and you find yourself swept up off your feet and spun around before he dips low once more. You let out a laugh, and--
His face is close to yours now. You could do it, if you wanted to. You do want to. You desperately want to.
"May I?"
The words are barely a breath. Does he understand? Does he under--
"Thought you'd never ask," he says.
And the distance is closed, and his lips are on yours, and you're laughing and his face is slightly rough and you're caressing his cheeks as he pulls you up into a hug close to his chest.
Finally.
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