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Comfort

IMAGINE: After dealing with your brother’s loss, your colorful boyfriend is determined to cheer you up. The road to recovery is long, but he’ll be there every step of the way. WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: Mentions death of a loved one.

The sight of someone who lost something so dear to them is heartbreaking. You can see the pain practically oozing from them in like dark rain.

It's just as painful to watch because you know you can't help them.

A string of apologies won't do them any good. A few words of hope can raise them from the deepest pits of their own hell. Most of the time, a person in mourning never truly gets over this eternal ache.

Beast Boy did not like these odds.

The moment he heard that you lost (Brother's Name), he knew he had to help you work through the heartache. That was the norm of a boyfriend, right?  

The young superhero was new to this, but he definitely knew his No. 1 duty was to comfort you through anything.

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Your tears subsided for the fifth time that day, but you knew they would soon return.  

(Brother) was gone. He would never come back. Memories of the last time you had seen him were only a few days back. He had just gotten into his car and prepared to drive home.

"I'll text you the minute I get there," he told you confidently. "Don't worry your pretty little head about anything."

"It's dark out there," you commented. "Just spend the night. I have some extra clothes you can borrow." Gently shooting down your offer, your brother squeezed your hand.

"See you later brat."

The next morning, you had received the call. The doctor from Jump City Health explained to you that (Brother) had passed away in surgery after collecting him from a car crash. Your entire world had shattered at the news. Your brother was no more. The man that you've known since birth, your role model, gone.

Clutching your blankets, you wrap them tightly around you, pretending they'll protect you from the pain.  

The moment you heard (Brother) was dead, you temporarily moved out of Beast Boy's room and into your old one so he wouldn't have to deal with your agony. Besides, you'd rather cry in peace rather than have someone spew empty words to console you.

As if to taunt your wishes, something softly banged on your door. "Y/N?" Garfield knocked on the door once more, his knuckles carefully brushing the metal doors.

"Yes?" You ask quietly, knowing he could hear you perfectly.

"Can I come in?"  

You're both silent for a long time.

Would it be right to let your boyfriend to see you in such a broken state? Nuzzling into your pillow, you let out a quiet sigh before nodding. "Go ahead."

Not wasting a second, the green adult quietly opened the door and slipped in. He held his gasp in once he took in how much pain you were really in.

"Hi baby," he whispered.

"Hi," you reply. You can see Garfield's disappointment at your lack of enthusiasm, but he quickly pushes it away.  

"Do you have room for one more?"

Glancing down, you slowly scoot over until your bed has space for another. Without another word, you turn on your side, your back now facing Garfield. Hiding his hurt, Gar went to slide in next to you until he came up with another idea.

Something gently pokes your side, followed by a slight weight. Curious to see what it was, you glance over your shoulder.

A dark green chicken sat on your side, quietly clucking once it caught your attention.

"What are you doing, stupid?" You ask tiredly. No response. In reply, Garfield carefully nuzzled your neck with his beak.

Hiding your want to roll your eyes, you turn over and sigh. The weight vanished.

Out of nowhere, something started making its way up your body. The culprit made himself known by sticking his scaly head out of your blanket.

"If I hadn't known that was you," you stare down the green boa, "I would have thrown you out of the window. Change into something else or I will do it."

With a nod, the snake quickly morphed into a small monkey.

Seeing a hint of a smile playing at the edge of your lips, Garfield squealed in happiness before maneuvering himself under your arms.

Finally rolling your eyes, you allow your boyfriend to cuddle against your chest. "What are you up to?" His only response was to press his tiny hand against your lips.

"You are a troublemaker," you told the green monkey quietly. "But you're adorable, so that makes it bearable." That had earned you a small chirp.

Despite the mood change, your thoughts drifted to (Brother). A tear slipped down your cheek, much to your boyfriend's alarm.

Garfield's hands quickly replaced themselves on your cheeks. His tiny thumbs wiped your tears away before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"I'm sorry," you blubbered suddenly, letting your emotions take over you. "I'm sorry I can't control myself."

As more tears fell, Garfield motioned you to turn over. Obeying his silent command, you watch your boyfriend morph into his human form.

"Don't cry, please don't cry," he begged, holding you close. "I can't stand it when you cry. I can help you, but just please, stop."

"It hurts," you wail, clinging to his shirt. "It just hurts so much and I don't know what to do!"

Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you struggle to breathe. All your memories of (Brother) hit you at once, bringing another wave of tears.

"I'll help you through it," Garfield promised. "I'll be here to guide you through the pain and all the bullshit that tries to throw itself at you."

As you continue to sob and hiccup through your torment, Gar was right there, rubbing your back and offering you soothing words.

Once your tears had subsided and the grief had lessened, your boyfriend pressed a kiss into your forehead. "How are you feeling now?" He asked carefully.

Feeling? Losing your brother still left an ache in your bones, but it was bearable now. It was easy enough to swallow the tears and not completely break down.

"Better than I was before," you reply.

"Good." Garfield smiled happily as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His gloves were gone, allowing you to feel his clawed fingers.  

Instead of pulling away, the superhuman ran his emerald digits down your cheek. His dagger-like nails carefully trail after the pads, slightly tickling your face.

"Thank you," you tell him quietly. He cocks his head in confusion.

"I'm just doing my job. No need to thank me."

Giving him your own smile, you take his hand from your face and bring it to your lips.  

"I have everything to thank you for."