Requested by Katzarecoollol

You slump down onto your loungeplank, exhausted. Your hair was frazzled and your clothes partly cooked. You looked like a nightmare, but you were too tired to care.

"Remind me to never do that again." You groan, rubbing your sore side.

"||| What do you mean? |||" Azdaja grins, plopping down beside you.

"I'm not a gold blood so I don't have psionics," you sigh, "and I'm not very strong so I'm always scared that I won't survive those bloody games."

You feel an arm around your shoulders, "||| well, your matesprit is as strong as me you have no need to be scared |||"

You roll your eyes; of course he'd use this to brag.

"Yeah, yeah." You sigh, leaning against him.

"||| And you are strong, don't underestimate yourself |||"

You feel your face heat up, not used to getting compliments from him. You look up at him and notice a smug look on his face.

"||| Otherwise I wouldn't be in a quadrant with you |||"

You pout and poke your tongue out at him. He still had that smug look on his face, it was basically his default look.

"Are you saying that if I was weaker you wouldn't want to be with me?"

Azdaja tries to stutter out a response, which causes you to laugh. You knew that wasn't it, but it was still funny to watch him like this. You lay your complete weight onto him, making Azdaja collapse onto the loungeplank. He grunts and turns onto his back, wrapping his arms around you. You lean up and press your lips to his in a chaste kiss.

"Red for you."

"||| Red for you too |||"

~~~

You and Azdaja were surrounded by at least a dozen trolls. Azdaja was already using his psionics to knock away the trolls as fast as he can. You were using your strife specibus to attack the ones that attacked you first.

"||| (Y/n), watch out! |||"

You hear the desperate voice of your matesprit and turn around. A gasp escapes your lips as a throwing knife implants itself into your chest. You collapse onto the ground, grasping onto the knife wound.

You hear Azdaja screaming and watch a group of trolls go flying off into the canyon. You hear Azdaja's footsteps run closer and he kneels right beside you. He picks your head up and rests it on his thighs.

"||| This is all my fault," he sobs, "I should've just done this by myself |||"

You smile and lift a hand up, brushing your fingers against his cheek.

"It's okay."

"||| No, no, no," you feel a hot tear drip onto your cheek, "please |||"

"Azdaja, thank you for everything," you tell him, "You were the best matesprit I ever had."

"||| Please just hold on," he strains, getting to his feet, "I can get you somewhere to heal you up |||"

You try to stop him, but he insisted, running off as soon as he could.

~~~

"Damn everything hurts."

"||| What did I say about getting up |||" Azdaja grunts, picking you up.

"Why not." You whine.

"||| You're still covered in bandages |||"

You huff and wrap your arms around his neck. He sits you back into the recuperacoon, the slime reaching your neck.

"Well come in with me." You pout.

"||| I can't at the moment, I've- |||"

You look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"||| Ugh, fine |||" he groans and strips before hoping in.

You laugh in victory and sit on his lap.

"I always win."

"||| That's not what you were saying a week ago |||"

You frown and look up at him.

"||| Too soon? |||"

"Yes, definitely too soon."

You rest your chin on Azdaja's shoulder, which was still above the slime.

"I'm only one blood colour below you, but you are way taller than me."

"||| That's because you're a wimp |||"

You pinch his back, causing him to flinch. You laugh and press a kiss to his shoulder.

"Thank you." You mutter quietly.

He looks down at you, a brow raised, "||| what for? |||"

"For saving me, you idiot," you giggle, "and for being the best matesprit."

You didn't have to look at him to know he had a smug look on his face. You were surprise when he didn't ruin the moment as he usually does.

"||| Well, thank you for being the cutest matesprit |||"