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“okay, hold on… there! just like that!”
in the corner of your vision, you could see a beaming sword with shoulders going up and down from his light chuckles. the cool steel tickled your palm, the one grasping the hilt of the demon’s blade, as the weight of it carefully burns your arms. your eyes train themselves on the weapon and a small smile tugs your features at sword’s praise. it’s been a while since you’ve heard him this cheerful, and you can’t help but loosen your shoulders at the high pitch of his voice.
“you got the stance!” another word of praise reaches your ears as sword moves closer to place himself on your side. with two of his hands, he easily wrapped it around yours, and you find your face heating up at the close proximity. sword feels your nervous twitching and he giggles at that. such a tease, he was. you never once minded it though, even if it was sometimes a bit too embarrassing. you turned your head to give him a tiny glare.
“y/n should try using my launcher next!” a familiar voice shoots through the air, and sword raises an eyebrow at that. a smirk ghosts his lips at the boisterous behavior. he hasn’t even started teaching you the basics of how to swing, and yet here his boyfriend was already interrupting. he shook his head. they sure had missed you.
phight after phight, every other day. they would come back home with nicks littering their skin. the hues of purple and blue is a sight so common, you’ve gotten used to it at this point. just because you are though, it doesn’t make it any less painful to see. while patching them up on a certain summer night, you let a thought slip past.
“i wish i could be with you guys more.” it was a low murmur, a phrase you thought would be caught by none. you just wanted them to be safe, the three of you in each others arms. your lovers both took an inhale but remained silent at the small confession. the two looked at each other with a spark of determination flashing in their eyes. you didn’t know that the phrase would be the thing leading to your situation now: your boyfriends absolutely smothering you in attention. with how long they’ve been gone from your hold, it was only a natural instinct to take it all in.
when the body of the rocket launcher hits your shoulder, your eyes slightly widen at how light it was compared to what you had thought. you held the handle and spun around gently, giving a smile to the small audience. rocket claps with his glee on full display. he opened his mouth to say his next words. sword immediately furrowed his brows at it, clearly not agreeing with the blue phighter.
“now let’s put in the missile!” rocket quickly spins around to run towards god knows where. sword grabs his collar and prevents him from fleeing off.
“missile?!” disbelief laced sword’s cry. “do you want y/n to blow up?!”
“blow up?!” now rocket was expressing indignance. “you’re talking to the expert of explosions?!”
it was no secret that rocket was the reckless one in the relationship, despite sword being pretty much the same. although he is worried of rocket from time to time, he trusts that he can take care of himself. when it comes to your safety, however, sword takes it very seriously. he doesn’t want to see you harmed in any way, especially since you aren’t a phighter like them. if something happens to you, he wouldn’t know what to do.
“doesn’t matter if you’re one or not, y/n is NOT going to be making any explosions.”
“i thought we were teaching them how to use our weapons?”
“and your weapon is dangerous!” at that, sword snatches the launcher out of your grasp, putting it on his own shoulder and looking back at rocket to further argue. you try and cut in, attempting to pull them out of their heads. it was no use, and you thought of shouting. but as sword begins turning around, the words never left your tongue, instead dying on the very tip.
BONK.
the sound alone was enough to stop the phighters, and you fell butt first to the grass.
“y/n!” a mix of their voices, your hand already meeting your forehead.
when sword turned around to go place the weapon down, he accidentally smacks the launcher right on your face.
“so much for safety!” you finally burst. “can’t you two relax for once?!”
you could see their shoulders tensing up, their brows raising.
“i just wanted to spend time with you guys. is that too much to ask for?”
they looked at each other for a second, a visible sheen of guilt coating their eyes. when they looked back at you, they were on you, holding your hands and pulling you close.
“m’ sorry.” sword whispers, his face buried in your neck. rocket gently grasps your right hand to place a sincere kiss on top.
“im sorry too,” rocket spoke. “just wanted you to try out new things, y’know?”
“can’t help but worry about your safety,” sword chimes in. “you both are the most precious people in my life.”
a tear stroked down your chin, immediately being wiped away by rocket. you want to make things right.
“h-how about we watch that movie we’ve been wanting to check out?” you cleared your throat the moment you stuttered. “we can be on the couch, just eating popcorn. maybe we can talk about everything and nothing.”
“sounds good,” rocket smiles, and you find yourself reciprocating it. they pulled you up along with them, and you grab to intertwine their fingers.
“i can make the popcorn,” rocket suggests. “what flavors do you guys want?”
“we should try the new one!” sword looks over the two of you. “spicy cheese… was it called?”
you giggled at their interactions, sighing a relieved breath.
you look forward to the movie date.