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“Im home and I've got superhero news!” Tweek called out into the apartment, before yawning and rubbing his eyes, “Craig?”
The apartment was silent.
“Craig?” Tweek called out again, wringing the strap of his bag.
Tweek pushed open the balcony, “hun?”
It looked like a tornado had ripped through the balcony. The furniture had been tossed aside, the table had been flipped over, its contents sprawled across the balcony, and the chair was flipped upside down. Panic rose through Tweek’s chest, and he staggered back inside,
“Craig?” Tweek threw open his bedroom door. The room was empty, save for a strange box on the bed. Tweek slowly crept toward the box and peered inside,
“Oh thank god it's just guinea pigs.” Tweek sighed, placing his hand on his chest,
“Wait…” Tweek suddenly grabbed the box and looked down inside at the sleeping pets, “WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?”
Some of the guinea pigs woke up and began squeaking up at him, and Tweek blushed,
"oh sorry." he apologized , placing the box back down, and looking inside Stripe's cage,
“Heya stripe.” he whispered, crouching down to see her, “have you seen your other dad?”
Stripe chirped up at him, before falling back asleep.
Tweek sighed, standing up and pushed out into the hall. He stood there for a moment before the faint sound of the water heater running out of water pricked at his ears.
“Craig.” Tweek sighed, relief flooding his veins as he stood and moved to the bathroom,
He knocked.
The door slowly creaked open,
“Craig, sweet-” Tweek peeked his head inside, the shower was running.
The shower was running and Craig was sitting in the tub, his knees tucked into his chest and head tucked between them as the water ran cold down
“CRaig?” Tweek squeaked, dropping the bag he never put down as he rushed into the bathroom.
Craig didn't look at him as Tweek dropped to the side of the tub.
“Craig? hun?” Tweek whispered, gently tapping on his knee, “Are you here with me?”
A faint whimper rose from Craig.
“ah,” Tweek hummed.
It was rare for this to happen, but it was never enjoyable.
Tweek swallowed his nerves,
“Let's get you out of the shower, we're running out of hot water.” Tweek wrapped an arm around Craig’s back as he shut off the water, before looping his free arm under Craig’s legs, lifting him from the tub.
“Let's get you dressed.” Tweek hummed as he kicked the door to the pair’s bedroom open with his foot,
Craig growled, pulling away from him,
“Pants?”
Craig growled again,
“Underwear?”
Craig was quiet,
“Underwear it is then.” Tweek sat Craig on the bed, gently pushing the sleeping guinea pigs away,
After a few minutes of uncomfortable struggling, Craig had underwear on and a cup of ice water in his hands,
“Feeling better?” Tweek asked, draping a weighted blanket over Craig's shoulder,
“Almost.” Craig yawned, “Bed?”
Tweek nodded, placing the box of guinea pigs on the floor next to Stripe's cage, “bed.”
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Craig sat up and rubbed his eyes.
His head and back ached, but he otherwise felt fine.
“Tweek?” he asked,
Tweek lifted his head, hair messy and eyes still half shut.
Warmth flooded Craig's chest as he smiled. He flipped over, wrapping his arm around Tweek’s waist, and kissing behind his ear, "Good morning."
“Pfft, morning,” Tweek smiled, before turning his head and kissing Craig on the lips, “How’d you sleep?”
“Like a rock.” Craig sighed, pulling away and stretching out, “you?”
“I got there eventually.” Tweek smiled, sitting up and leaning into him, “So what happened last night?”
“Huh?”
“Dude we have like 15 more guinea pigs now than when I left for work last night and by the time I got home you were disassociating in the shower, what happened?"”
Craig was silent for a moment.
“Crai-”
“I was in an alien spaceship last night,” Craig said, plainly mortified,
“YOU WERE WHAT?”
~~~
Tweek took a breath.
“Hun?”
“Aliens kidnapped our guinea pig."
“Yup.”
“You blew up a spaceship.”
“I did.”
Tweek wordlessly grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and screamed into it.
There was a silent moment,
“I’m better now.”
“I doubt that dear,” Craig smiled, “I'm still a bit fucked over myself.”
“I just- shit you met aliens!” Tweek gestured at Craig, “They fucking kidnapped Stripe, and apparently several other guinea pigs, you hit them in the mother fucking FACE and blew up their ship! That's awesome, and horrifying, and kinda hot!”
Craig snickered, but Tweek continued on,
“You know Mysterion found it, right?!”
“It?”
“The ship!” Tweek gestured wildly, bouncing the pair on the bed, “He came into the shop last night with informatrice and talked!”
“Ooo, hero gossip?”
Tweek was silent for a moment, “KINDA? Apparently, there was some shit going down at this big fancy party Mysterion snuck into, and there was a cult, it was pretty late at this point I can't really remember, but then they started talking about the ship and then I realized it was almost three am and Lue was coming in so I warned them and left”
“Wasn’t Tolkien at a big fancy party last night?”
There was a tense moment,
“SHIT!” Tweek lept out of bed and rushed out of the room to find his phone,
Craig snickered, before lifting the container of guinea pigs.
“Hey guys, how’d ya sleep?”
~~~~~
Tweek sighed as the phone call clicked off. Tolkien was fine and had no idea what exactly had happened, save that the fire alarm had gone off, the bomb squad showed up and they found some pretty extreme explosives underneath the venue.
Plugging in his phone, he smiled, before pulling out a pair of bowls.
Before Tweek could begin pouring breakfast an ugly crunching noise echoed through the apartment, followed by a long thunk.
Tweek dropped the bowls and rushed to their room.
“CRAIG!” Tweek threw open their door,
Craig had fallen into the side of the bed and was slowing his breathing, clutching his arm as a faint glow faded from his skin,
“Craig?”
“I crushed the fucking doorknob,” Craig said, almost shell-shocked.
" What?" Tweek asked, gently opening the door, finding the doorknob was in fact extremely mangled.
“HOw the fuck?"
“I-i don't.” Craig stood, and stood next to Tweek,
“Can you?” Tweek gestured, not quite sure what he meant.
“M-maybbee?” Craig shrugged, finding meaning in the way Crag was so good at.
He held up his hand and focused before his hand burst into light.
“Awaha!”
“AAAAAA!”
“Oh okay.” Craig sighed, taking a few breaths.
“Huh.” Tweek hummed, inspecting the light.
The faint blue and violet glow danced across Craig's arm in a way that
reminded Tweek of the pattern cast on the ocean floor by the sun.
“Woah.” Craig hummed, before shadowboxing the air, “Alright then.”
“ALRIGHT?”
“Yeah, not much I can do about, this,” Craig shook his hand, “Plus, kinda cool.”
Tweek stammered for a moment, “Craig!”
“What! It's not like I'm gonna go superheroing off the roof anytime soon without good reason.” Craig smiled, “At least not without you knowing.”
“Ugh,” Tweek rolled his eyes,
“What, it could be fun!” Craig smiled, Looping his non-glowing arm around Tweek’s waist, “You could join me, be superhero partners, kick-ass, look good, make out.”
“Oh MY god!” Tweek flushed,
“we'd be great at it, with my..Whatever this is,” Craig shook his arm, “and your weather powers.”
“You're being mushy,” Tweek growled, face flushed
“You're deflecting,” Craig smirked,
Tweek snapped his fingers, and a small raincloud formed over Craig’s head, a few drops falling in vengeance.
Craig snickered, and Tweek rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless.
Neither was quite sure where Tweeks powers had come from. Maybe it was a side effect of South Park’s' strangeness, at least comparatively, or maybe it came from some overly well-kept secret in his family, or something else entirely. All they knew was that one day in high school Tweek woke up and could manifest small weather events, and Craig was the only person who knew.
The first few weeks were rough. His powers were extremely sensitive to changes in emotion, even a slight increase in anxiety would cause frost to start creeping across whatever he was holding, or the smalling frustration would form clouds above his head. Luckily, most of South Park facilitated a “Packaged Set; Do Not Separate” mentality around the pair, so Craig could stealthily cover his powers up.
Craig gently kissed the back of Tweek’s neck.
“You’d look good in spande-”
“Craig.”
“Alright alright, I'm done with it.” Craig smirked, before thinking for a moment, “So uh, do we still have that old punching bag?
“Uh, I think so, why?”
“Wanna see how far I can punch it?”
“...”
~~~
Buzz: BEESUS FUCKING CHRIST
Stopgivingm..: Beesus?
Quack: ehats wrong cldye
Buzz sent an image [a cindering, half-rotten punching bag leaning against the brick wall of some random building]
Buzz: THIS FLEW OUTTA NORWHERE!
Buzz: ALMOST HIT ME
Quack: holy shit