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Part 2 of the Harvarch fics
Monarch wakes up feeling better rested than they have in ages.
Like seriously, they need to figure out what they did because the bed just feels heavenly.
They can’t risk moving too much, but they do what they can to nuzzle deeper into the warmth.
“…”
There's a noise.
…
You know what? They're just gonna ignore it, they have more important priorities to be focusing on right now.
…
The noise has evolved to movement. Not just any movement, but the most heinous of crimes: pillow theft.
Monarch latches on tighter, refusing to give up even a module of the warmth to one who employs such heinous tactics.
“Seriously Monarch, you can’t just squeeze tighter-I need that arm.”
Arm? What arm? Pillow yes, arm no.
Honestly, who is even attempting to talk to them right now, can’t you see that they're busy…
Wait…
..Who is talking?
Monarch pries open an eye, immediately shutting it at the blinding light.
“Are you finally back with the land of the living? Honestly Mon, if you didn't want to be blinded you could have just let go of my arm so I could close the curtains atleast.” Gods that voice is so irritating, “Like I know my physic is good and all, but my arm can’t be that comfy! Like seriously, you slept forever!”
“Shh..” Their next words come out more as a mumble,”Be quiet..just shut..”
“GASP?!?! And after all I did for you?!?!?!?”
…
…
For a second Monarch believes that they has succeeded, the voice has quieted, the noises have stopped: Balance has been restored.
Monarchs world tips, as the arm is wrenched out beneath them and their head bounces back onto the mattress. Harmless, but irritating none the less. Honestly Harvey could be so annoying sometimes, why couldn’t he just…
Wait.
“HARVEY?!?!”
Monarch scrambles upright, forsaking their sanctuary to stare open mouthed at the man before them.
“I sure hope you weren’t expecting anyone else! After that scare you gave me earlier, I could hardly let you out of my sight! But don’t worry, I fixed it all-as always. No more circles or deaths, perfectly mundane just like you wanted it. But seriously, I don’t get why you wanted to keep those sheep around, they're already getting on my last-”
“YOUR OKAY!!”
The words are more screamed than spoken as Monarch thrusts their face towards Harvey, wide eyed and staring.
…
Harvey looks gobsmacked for an entire three seconds before he gains enough sentience to pull himself together with a slight blush forming on his cheeks.
“Of course I am, I was never in any real danger. I would have just respawned in a new world with the next summon..”
Wha-
“Then why?-”
“”Because of you Monarch. I could search a thousand worlds -a thousand lifetimes, but what would be the point if I couldn't stick with you?” As Harvey talks he takes Monarch’s hand into his own lacing their fingers, squeezing slightly to emphasise his words. A cocky smile fills his face dimples and all, head tilted just so with the worst bedhair.
It’s endearing.
Monarch blinks, opening and closing their mouth trying to absorb what they've heard.
“…”
“.....”
“....*Hic*....”
“Wha?! Why are you crying?!? Seriously Mon com’on, I really don’t know how to-”
Monarch throws their arms around Harvey's waist, pressing their teary face into his shirt, almost definitely leaving an imprint of their runny snotfilled face and ruining it.
Harvey freezes and stutters, unsure of the strange phenomenon before him, until gently wrapping his arms around Monarch’s shoulders and drawing them up under his chin. One hand lifting to rest gently against the back of their head cradling their skull.
“It’s ok, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, don't worry. I’ll stay right at your side, whether you like it or not.” Harvey breaths onto their head.
The sentence should scare them considering what's happened, but they can’t seem to care at this moment, not when they came so close to losing Harvey. Not when he’s here wiping away their tears and cradling them so gently.
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They lie there for hours, just basking in the soft warmth they have found in each other content to waste away if it allows them to stay amongst the others arms. Neither wishing to pull away in fear that the other might disappear.
Unfortunately they are dragged from their stupor by a stampede of footsteps echoing closer followed by frantic banging coming from the other side of the room.
“GELAT1N_B34R!!!! COME ON YOU CAN’T JUST HOG MONARCH TO YOUR SELF ALL DAY!!!”
(Wait, what did Harvey say earlier about sheep?)
“SHHH!!!! Monarch might still be asleep!!!”
“Surely it’s too late in the day to be napping! Come on! We gotta hurry or we won’t have the stuff ready for Aubrey when she logs on!!”
The noise produced by Harvey is more snarl than grumble,”I swear, I should have left them dead. Of all the self-centered, inconsiderate, useless-”
…
Thats-
“The others?!”
Monarch’s head lifts up so fast they smash into Harvey's chin leaving him to cradle it in pain.
“OUCH!” Yes! I brought them back, geez! Watch where your headbutting man!”
Monarch’s head swivels from Harvey to the door and back, repeating this cycle several times before they make up their mind.
They reach up to Harvey's face, and after taking it between their hands: yank him down and kiss the lights out of him.
Harvey makes a sound resembling a startled peacock, before melting into Monarch’s mouth.
…
By the time they finish, the voices in the hall have died down to conspiratorial whispers, and a dazed look has made a permanent fixture on Harvey's face. Monarch has to admit it's a far improvement to the usual attempts at suave and nonchalance.
Monarch wipes the edge of Harvey's lip with their thumb, butting their forehead against his.
“Thank you.”
After a moment of registering what Monarch said Harvey gains his composure, bringing one finger up to scratch at his cheek embarrassed.
“If Its for you, Its really no problem,” he mumbles
Monarch has never felt so utterly full in their life, truly thankful.
That is, until Harvey clears his throat and loudly states:
“Buuuut, if you really want to thank me-another kiss?”
Did he just…?
Scratch that Monarch has now devoted themself to monkhood, Harvey can rot for all they care-
They have friends to see.