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avasilvugh · 5 years

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"Just stay with me." + trimberly for prompt thing if you don't mind:))

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When Kim wakes up, it kind of feels like she’s on fire. Still on fire? She has vague memories of being on fire from before she woke up, but those could be holdovers from the last traumatic battle or something.

What’s certain is that her whole body hurts - hurts in the kind of way that it hasn’t hurt since she became a fucking superhero - and that she’s terrified for her friends.

Kim bolts upright despite the spike of pain she feels everywhere, radiating out from her chest. Her vision is blurred, hazy and dark around the edges, and the only thing she knows is that she needs to go, needs to find her friends, needs to help them, protect them.

Through the haze of her panic, she feels someone pushing her shoulders back firmly.

“…you have to…”

“…let her…”

“…holy shit!”

In broken patches, she can feel herself morph; an arm enclosed in pink armor, then bare again. Her shoulder. Part of her face. Each time, it feels like her armor is clawing its way through her. Each time, Kim thinks she screams.

“Kim–.”

…

When Kim wakes up, her whole body hurts - this deep ache that spreads out through her, making it painful to breathe. Her throat is raw. She tastes blood.

She tries to move, but the ache is too deep, too strong, sharpens into something world-ending. Someone shrieks.

It takes a long moment to realize that someone is her.

…

When Kim wakes up, she doesn’t know where she is. Not at first anyway, not when she blearily opens her eyes and adjusts to the semi-darkness of the room.

It’s not quite enough to set her nerves on edge, but almost. Almost enough to raise the alarm.

Someone warm is holding her hand. Turning her head to see who it is feels like a monumental challenge, overcome only by Kim’s own near blind-curiosity now that her interest has been piqued.

For a terrifying moment, Kim can’t think of the name of the girl curled up in the chair beside her. Can’t conjure any concrete details about her. But she looks comfortingly familiar; even if Kim’s brain can’t bring forth her name, her heart remembers loving her. So it’s okay. It’s okay.

…

When Kim wakes up, her head is fucking pounding.

“Fuck,” she grumbles, going to roll onto her side and finding, irritatingly enough, that she can’t for the ache in her ribs.

There’s a brief flicker of movement beside her and she looks up just in time to see Trini drag a hand down her face, her expression of relief tempered by exhaustion.

Kim glances down at herself – yep, that’s the med bay bed. And yes, those are bandages. She pieces the rest together quickly enough.

Looking back to Trini, Kim offers a weak smile. “Don’t take this the wrong way,” she croaks. “But you look like shit.”

For a split second, Trini wears this adorable look of bewilderment. Kim adores that expression, loves catching Trini off-guard enough that she doesn’t have quite enough time to school her features into her usual mask of neutrality. Loves knowing that she’s still able to fluster the other girl so completely.

“You asshole,” Trini hisses after a beat, her previously adorable expression morphing into one equals parts furious and terrified, relieved and righteously indignant. “You got blown up, you’re not allowed to crack jokes.” She pulls away, drawing into herself more with each word she says and it breaks Kim to watch.

Sure, she may not remember the whole getting blown up bit, but she sure as hell feels guilty about it if it makes Trini hold herself away like this, like she’s afraid to touch or be touched.

“I’m sure I had a good reason,” Kim offers weakly, even though she knows that there are only a handful of reasons good enough to warrant getting blown up. One of them is staring her down with incredulous eyes at this very moment. Not that Kim will share that with her, at least not at this very moment.

There’s this face Trini pulls when she wants to say something, but won’t; her brows furrow just the slightest, her jaw sets like she’s actively holding herself back from speaking. Kim’s well-acquainted with it, has honed the skills to push just enough to get her girlfriend to finally, finally say what’s on her mind.

Somehow, when she sees this looks appear now, she has a sinking feeling that all her hard-won knowledge of the ins and outs of Trini Gomez won’t do shit for her.

“Trini, I–,” she starts, cut off by Jason slamming into view of the open med-bay door, closely followed by Zack and Billy.

“Holy shit, Kim,” Jason pants, doubling over as he reaches her bedside. “You - you gave us a fucking scare.”

Zack, arguably, has the best bedside manner of the whole team. He comes in quietly, asks her seriously, “How are you feeling?” as he adjusts the blankets over her legs.

“‘ve been better,” Kim mumbles, eyes still on Trini even as the other girl stares up at the ceiling. She finally turns to look at the boys on her other side. “What happened?”

Jason and Zack exchange a look; Zack sends a furtive glance in Trini’s direction and presumably receives no answer.

Over their shoulders, Billy hovers, worried. “You absorbed a bomb,” he supplies, turning his attention onto the control panel mounted on the wall. “Do you not remember that?”

Oh. Right.

Here’s the thing: Kim still doesn’t really remember the actual event. Like – Billy says you absorbed a bomb and it matches up, roughly speaking, with the way Kim’s body feels, but there’s this gaping hole in her memory around whatever happened, a disconnect between the way she feels and what she remembers.

“We were -,” she stumbles over her words, head throbbing. “We were fighting?”

“You don’t remember?�� Jason asks, alarmed. “Billy?” He turns to the other boy, already deep in discussion with Alpha-5 about brain injuries and traumatic amnesia and Kim’s head is swimming in it, in the thought that she doesn’t remember, in the thought that she can’t remember, and Trini still can’t look at her.

“Hey,” Zack soothes, glancing between Kim and Trini, worry written across his face. “Kimmy–,” Kim won’t even hold the name against him, “–you gotta stay calm, okay? You just woke up.”

Kim focuses on Zack, then. Everything else sucks. Her chest aches, each breath a sharp pain, and apparently she literally got blown up, and there’s a selfish, pitifully needy part of her that just wants Trini to get over whatever it is she’s stewing on and crawl into bed beside Kim, just wants the reassuring weight and warmth of the other girl pressed up against her side.

Without the words or the wherewithal to ask for that, Kim focuses on Zack. On the feeling of his hand on her wrist. On his breathing, carefully controlled. Obviously measured for her benefit.

He raises his eyebrows in a silent question and Kim’s not sure of what the answer should be, but maybe he sees whatever it is that he needs to see, because then Zack is on his feet again, his hand still carefully lain over Kim’s arm.

“Hey guys,” he says, drawing Jason and Billy’s attention. Alpha-5, oblivious, whirls over to the readout of Kim’s vitals along the wall. “I think Kimmy needs her rest,” Zack tells them. “She’s awake, she’s lucid. Let’s give her some room.”

Jason looks like he’s on the verge of protest, his Team Dad instinct kicking into overdrive, but it’s Billy that looks to Kim for confirmation, concern written in the crease between his brows. “Would that be better?” he asks. “I know I didn’t like it when my mom hovered when I would get sick as a kid. It would make sense if you didn’t like it now.”

Kim nods, grateful for the out. It’s not that she doesn’t want her family near - because that’s what they are to her now, Kim realizes with a jolt: family in a way that her own parents could never even dream of – but their concern is making her claustrophobic, only serving to reinforce just how close to death Kim apparently came.

“We’ll just be – we’ll be right out in the Roost,” Jason says haltingly, obviously hating the idea that he’s being dismissed from his duties. He rubs at the back of his neck roughly, looking haggard. “If anything changes–.”

“Jace,” Kim manages, her voice rough with disuse. “I’m fairly sure you’ll know if something’s gone wrong long before I will.”

That placates him a little, Kim thinks, if his shoulders slumping is any indicator, some tension relieved at least.

“Okay,” he assents, though he still doesn’t look happy about it.

The boys shuffle out after saying their goodbyes, Jason casting a final worried look over his shoulder before he disappears down the hall.

And then it’s quiet. Alpha’s gentle whirring disappears as he makes himself scarce, slipping out of the room to head to the supply closet, Kim’s sure.

Beside her, Trini shifts in her seat, obviously uncomfortable. “I should let you rest,” she says after a long, silent moment as she makes to stand.

“Trini,” Kim murmurs, exhausted.

“I’ll be nearby,” she promises halfheartedly.

It feels like something’s broken between them and Kim can’t remember what it is or when she broke it – because it must have been her, right? She must have done something or said something that put Trini off, brought them back to where they were at the start: Trini, skittish and distrustful, always keeping her thoughts to herself. Kim, making it worse.

“Trini,” Kim manages again, her voice breaking and eyes burning. God, this is pathetic. She’s pathetic. That doesn’t stop her from adding, as Trini slips out of her chair and rounds the corner of the cot, “I’m sorry.”

It’s enough to make the other girl freeze, snapping her head to look at Kim with this unreadable expression. “Don’t do that,” she says.

“Don’t do what?”

“Don’t–,” Trini crosses her arms tightly over her chest. “I don’t know. It’s like you think I’m mad at you.”

“Aren’t you?” It might be the fact that she’s recently out of a coma or that, she’s sure, she sustained a wild amount of head trauma, but Kim feels like she has whiplash, her head spinning. Isn’t Trini mad at her? Isn’t that why she won’t come any closer?

“I – I’m mad. But not at you,” Trini sighs. “I’m mad that you almost died. And,” she struggles for a moment, her eyes darting around the room. “And I’m mad that I couldn’t protect you.”

Oh.

“Trini,” Kim breathes.

“You probably don’t remember this,” Trini states, voice tight, “but my Zord was in better condition. I should have been the one to take the hit.”

“Trini.”

“You were on fire, Kimberly. You just – you were just falling and I really–.” Trini chokes on her words, swaying on her feet. Kim reaches for her and she doesn’t pull away, lets Kim weakly pull her closer. “I really thought I was going to lose you,” Trini manages finally, her hip bumping against the edge of Kim’s cot.

“I…” Kim trails off, at a loss of what to say. She thinks that maybe it would have been better if Trini was mad at her – at least she knows how to fix that. She’s not sure what she can do here.

If this all went down how Kim thinks it did – throwing herself between a bomb and everyone else to dull the impact, putting herself in danger to avoid Trini being in danger – well, Kim can’t bring herself to regret it. Can’t muster a sincere apology, because she knows that she would have never forgiven herself if she hadn’t done it, if she’d watched Trini’s Zord go up in flames.

But she can manage a sincere apology for the dark rings under Trini’s eyes. For the way Trini’s clutching her hand, like she’s not sure Kim’s real.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” Kim tells her earnestly. “But please don’t be angry with yourself because I’m a self-sacrificial dumbass.”

Trini scoffs at Kim’s attempt to lighten the mood. “What am I supposed to do, then?” she asks shortly.

“Just stay with me.” Kim shuffles over in the cot with some difficulty and pats the newly opened space beside her with free hand. “I’m pretty sure it’s the doctor’s orders.”

“Kim–.”

“If I’m not allowed to martyr myself, neither are you.” Trini’s avoiding her eyes again, looking hard up at the ceiling, her nose red from crying. Kim tugs on their joined hands and tries to meet Trini’s gaze as evenly as she can when the other girl finally looks at her, her eyes dark and deep and wet. “I’m asking you to stay, Trini. Please.”

For one long moment, Kim thinks that Trini’s going to pull away - that she’ll decide she needs some space to process, some breathing room to just get a handle on her own head. Kim wouldn’t blame her if she did, even if she would miss her.

But then Trini’s letting go of Kim’s hand in favor of gently shuffling Kim over a little more, carving out a little more space for her to crawl into. She curls around Kim carefully, wrapping a tentative arm around Kim’s waist.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” she says quietly, laying her head close to Kim’s on the pillow. Her warm breath fans over Kim’s neck, sending shivers radiating out from the spot.

Kim hums in response, wishing that she could turn onto her side to face her girlfriend. But still – it’s nice, the reassuring warmth of Trini curled around her.

“Kim?” Trini murmurs, her lips brushing Kim’s shoulder.

“Hm?” She laces her fingers through Trini’s, squeezing weakly.

Trini’s silent for a moment, then another. Finally – “Thanks for, like, not dying.”

Of all the things she expected Trini to say, it wasn’t that, and it’s enough to startle a snort of laughter from Kim.

“Oh my god,” she giggles, wincing. “Don’t make me laugh, asshole.”

She feels Trini’s lips quirk up against her skin. “Oops,” she says, not sounding very apologetic at all. “Don’t get blown up next time.”

#lolololol this was supposed to be for trimberly week: angst #im not Crazy about this dynamic but im easing back into writing so #power rangers 2017 #trimberly #kimberly hart #trini #i'll rebagle in the morning #katiemccgrath #human interaction #by 'this dynamic' i mean this specific dynamic i have written them not the ship #ill always be trimberly trash

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angelic-guardienne · 6 years

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Chocobros finding their s/o tortured and tied up by MTs? Any type of torture. How do they deal with the idea that their S/O got hurt because of them and how do they try to take care of them?

I decided to take this one on as an OT4+!, since I’ve been sitting on it for so long and not been able to come up with good enough reactions for all the bros. I’m sorry this took so long, and I’m sorry if this doesn’t really fully answer the prompt... hggggnn...

Tagging: @themissimmortal @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit @roses-and-oceans @for-lack-of-a-better-world @alicemoonwonderland @joioliviapolaroid @crazykruemel @ponkita @amicitonia @tales-of-a-fallen-star @goldenrosechain @valkyrieofardyn @insomniacapples @kawaiinekorose @kerrtrash

Content Warning: Implied heavy torture, kidnapping, angst

All of them are absolutely distraught once the battle is over and they can’t find you. It’d been an ambush by the empire, one they hadn’t been truly prepared for, so everyone got out pretty banged up -- except that suddenly didn’t matter anymore because you were gone.

Noctis can’t sleep and constantly looks somewhere between the verge of tears and rage. Prompto is reviewing all of his battle photos to try and find the point where you’d been snatched or literally any evidence as to where you might be but comes up dry. Gladio’s gonna wear a hole in the ground with all his pacing and a hole in his friends with all that aggression. Ignis can’t cook properly and is endlessly fidgeting with his glasses, he constantly checks his phone for more information from any possible source.

Eventually, Cindy tips them off much like she did with the Regalia -- the bros have to take time to rush and gather more information and formulate a plan before they can go and rescue you. Despite wanting to get it done ASAP, they can’t risk rushing in blindly and possibly getting you killed.

When they finally do get things sorted out, they go to rescue you like the knights in shining armor that they are, fighting through a seemingly endless horde of MTs and imperial soldiers to finally get to you... they’re shocked beyond words at the state they find you in.

There’s no time for that, though, they can do a full damage assessment when you’re safe, right now all that matters is that you’re alive and that they really need to get out of there before backup shows up and they put you in even more danger. They’re putting their rage towards the Empire aside -- you’re their priority right now.

Except, when you finally wake up, everything is wrong and there’s none of the relief. You cower away from Prompto’s touch, begging him not to hurt you anymore. You’re wholeheartedly convinced that Ignis tries to poison you every time he cooks, even when you see all the others eating the same food. You avoid Gladio like the plague, telling him that you couldn’t handle seeing him die again. You can’t make eye contact with Noctis without almost having a panic attack.

They’re all even more distraught now. Had they really taken so long? Were they too late? What the hell had they done to you?

They’re all so angry, but they’re keeping it under wraps so they don’t make things worse for you. They can’t bear seeing you like this, but they’re not sure what they can possibly do to make things better for you. They’re glad you’re alive but they wouldn’t call you safe just yet. They’re so worried about you.

The executive decision is to leave you in Hammerhead with Cindy and the rest of them so you can recover and be out of danger. Hopefully, you’ll be happier there than you are with them. They’re not happy, but they have your best interest at the forefront so they’re willing to do anything.

Prompto and Gladio are visibly taking this all the hardest, but they’re all totally wrecked -- Noctis has shut himself off and Ignis has bottled everything up to the point of almost being cold. Car rides don’t have their usual warmth because everyone is on edge and anxious. No one can really think straight while you’re in such a state.

Doubtlessly, they exert their angry energy by taking down a few more bases out of pure revenge. The Empire would pay for what they did to you, and every part of that payment would be in blood.

Right, just before their rampage makes headlines, Cindy gives them a call. See, this whole time she’s been helping you recover, and while she doesn’t know the full extent of what was done to you, she has a general enough idea. She relayed that information to the bros, kind of like a status update. This stokes the flames, but Cindy tells them not to do anything reckless and stupid, because she’s steadily working towards getting you to consider seeing them again.

That changes things a lot. There’s still the rage, of course, but the bros are trying to direct it towards something more productive -- like doing hunts to raise gil for your return, things like that. Cindy’s been texting Prompto to ask for pictures here and there, and he eagerly sends them.

Eventually, they get another call from Cindy -- you’ve requested to see them.

When I tell you those boys dropped everything to pile into to Regalia to speed over to Hammerhead… they dropped everything.

The hesitation only sets in once the car is in park and they’re lingering right outside the garage, waiting for Cindy to come out -- how are you gonna react to seeing all of them again? Should they go in one at a time? What if they overwhelm you? What if you have a relapse when you see them again and you get scared of them again? So many questions, they might actually be panicking.

Cindy strolls out of the garage, and she’s by herself, and the bros are expecting something terrible to come from her mouth, but she just tells them to keep calm, talk in low tones, try not to rile you up or make any sudden movements -- she’s gonna bring you out in a second, but they have to cool it because you’re still kinda skittish.

After everything’s settled, Cindy goes back into the garage. She’s not gone for very long, but it feels like an eternity to the bros -- they’re anxious to see you.

Cindy reappears, this time holding you gently by the arm and helping you walk. Your time at Hammerhead has done you very well; you still have a limp, but you’re looking much healthier than you were when they found you. You just look… better.

It’s silent for a bit as you look at them, just take them in, and they wait as patiently as possible. When you move, there’s a sheepish little smile on your face, and you hobble forward and pull Prompto into a hug, since he literally looks on the verge of tears no matter how much he’s trying to hold it in.

(He does cry when you let him go)

You try to apologize for a lot of things, but the bros don’t even let you get that far -- they tell you that nothing was your fault, nothing at all, and then they all request to hug you. They each get separate hugs and kisses and such.

Even though you’re doing a lot better, you are still recovering and all, and while you do invite the bros to come around more often, you tell them you think it’s best that you hang back for a little while longer, at least until this limp goes away. They agree -- they’d rather you be at full strength for your return.

It’s not a perfectly flawless recovery; you still have nightmares about your capture, you still have relapses sometimes, but in general, you’ve done so much and the bros are so proud of you and they just love you even more, like record-breaking levels my friends. They still blame themselves quite a bit, knowing that you were most likely captured because of your relationship with them (there’s some debate that you should probably not travel with them anymore for that reason, but you argue relentlessly and they eventually acquiesce)

So yes, it’s a happy ending. Not a flawless one, but a happy one nonetheless.

#poly!bros #writing #ffxv #final fantasy xv #ignis #ignis scientia #prompto #prompto argentum #gladio #gladiolus amicitia #noctis #noctis lucis caelum #asks #ot4+1 #chocobros #this took me like a year to finish aghhh and i wrote all of this in a few hours #this went through like three drafts and then got stuck in development hell #i'm trying to clear out my drafts cause that 38 is really menacing nowadays #haaaaa

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