#Redacted fanfic

[aggro-my-beloved]

David and Darlin’ are the type to take walks during pack solstice parties and talk shit about other attendees like siblings and cousins do at thanksgiving. Passing a cigarette back and forth, possibly sneaking a bottle of something on the way out of the door. Sam and Angel have since been invited to these secret outings due to mate/in-law association, and encourage them to spill tea with the ingredients no more than a block away.

and that’s how you headcanon people.

[azzyangelfish]

Leather Jacket (Angel/David)

By: azzyangelfish

Description: Angel goes to put on their new leather jacket…at least they thought they grabbed their’s…

“Angel, you’re going to be freezing if you don’t put a jacket on.”

“But Davey it’s June it’s finneee.”

“Angel. Go put on a jacket please. Didn’t you get the leather jacket the other day so that we could ‘match’?” Davey asked with a slight grumble, trying to hide the fact that them buying a leather jacket so they could match him was actually really cute. Angel’s eyes lit up as their signature shit-eating grin appeared on their face. “If you wear yours I’ll wear the jacket!”

David sighed, performatively, feigning annoyance as he grabbed his leather jacket from its hook by the door. Angel dashed to the bedroom and rummaged through the closet to find their leather jacket.

Soon enough they found the jacket, and despite having only purchased it the other day, felt rather comfortable and didn’t have that same ‘new clothes’ feel. Regardless, Angel thrust their arms through the arm holes and the jacket fit like a glove. Running back to meet David in the foyer they still had their signature grin plastered on their face. Practically tackling David in a hug when they saw him.

“Ok now I’m wearing a jacket! Now can we go you grump?” They teased. David huffed, nose buried in their hair before pulling back.

“Hey, I’m jot a grump for wanting my mate to be warm you menace. But yes, we can go-“ David stopped midway through his sentence as he properly got a good look at his mate…more particularly what they were wearing. His eyes widened in confusion at first, and Angel cocked their head to the side curiously. “Hm? What’s wrong Davey?” They asked confused, their face no longer dawning their signature grin, now taking on a soft but concerned expression. David barely registered what they were saying as he had predator-like tunnel vision honed in on their jacket.

Or rather, Gabe’s jacket.

See Angel thought they had grabbed their new leather jacket from the closet. When in fact they had actually grabbed Gabe’s old leather jacket that was hanging out in the front of the closet.

David’s stare morphed from one of confusion to one of pure sadness. David rarely ever had puppy-dog eyes, but the old, stale scent of Gabe still lingering on the jacket, now mixed with his mate’s scent was enough for his eyes to go soft and wide. Angel met David’s stare with a soft but hesitant expression, finally catching a glimpse of themselves in foyer mirror.

They looked confused as the jacket they were wearing definitely wasn’t their’s and it looked identical to the one that David was wearing but it couldn’t be because he was wearing it so who’s…oh.

Oh no.

Angel looked up at David and blinked owlishly, “This…this isn’t my jacket is it?” They mumbled out and met David’s stare. The alpha shook his head stiffly while staring at his mate with wide, sad eyes. Angel stared back at David and the pair stared at each other in complete silence for several seconds.

Angel started to quietly slip the jacket off and hung it on the hook behind David. They put another jacket on and David blinked himself back to reality. He quietly pulled Angel into his arms, and held them for a moment. They hugged him back and the pair of mates just quietly held each other.

“I’m sorry David…” Angel mumbled quietly against David’s chest, prompting him to tilt their chin up with his finger. When they finally met his gaze, Angel saw that the eyes they were met with were soft and no longer filled with grief. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Angel, you didn’t make a mistake. You have nothing to apologize for.” David leaned down and softly kissed Angel. Angel smiled gently and held David’s body close against theirs.

They didn’t end up going on that walk, but in all honesty, it felt better to just hold each other. Gabe’s jacket nestled between the two of them as David explained the story behind each and every scuff and worn patch on the jacket.

@angelfiedyaz

[puffin-smoke]

Freelancer died young.

It didn't matter what of; a freak accident, an illness, something the doctors can't name. It didn't change anything.

Gavin thought he knew every part of his Freelancer. The way their body felt in his hands, the delicate way their hands cradled his. The way they leant into his touch and the way they'd chuckle when he'd do the same. The sound of their laugh, their sobs, their moans. He knew all of it, he would know it blind or deaf or in the grave.

But he didn't know. Not all of them. And he'll never get to know.

He'll never the know the way their skin would wrinkle like old paper. He'll never get to memorise the crow feet at the corners of their eyes, to count each line on their face like stars in the night sky. He won't listen as their voice grows hoarse, soft.

Freelancer will never grow old at his side.

All he can do is hold their hand in a desperate grip, until goes limp. Until he has to be dragged away from the hospital bed and the healer had to pry his hand from theirs.

And just like that he knows nothing. The world is alien and strange and foreign. But what can he do?

He goes back to a too quiet apartment he doesn't belong in. To a friend group held together by the loosest of threads, of which his had just been cut. To a world that doesn't need him in it.

Left with only the faintest memory of a hand on his shoulder and the ghost of a laugh in his ear.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

remembering again the full extent of what forever is

Ao3 | 3.6k Words | William's POV

TW: Blood and injury, angst, hurt no comfort, self deprication and hatred, intimidation and threats of harm/death.

“Solaire.” David Shaw’s voice was steady on the other end of the line, even as William heard the not so muffled sounds of rowdy wolves in the background. “This is a courtesy call. Doesn’t have to be anything more.”

"Alpha Shaw," William replied, "what can I do for you?"

“I just kicked the shit out of one of yours.”

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Alexis makes another play for Sam after finding out he is leaving the House of Solaire. David intercepts. William cleans up his mess, fifteen years late.

William Solaire is not a kind man.

William had a cellphone, but he rarely ever used it. It was mostly for the purpose of reaching his few, non-clan contacts. His most common calls were to the Department, hour long affairs of waiting on hold, talking in circles, and nearly pulling his hair out trying to get even the simplest things done. 

So, when he heard the insistent buzz of his phone somewhere in his office while taking his morning (evening) coffee, he was surprised. Most people didn’t call him. He had clan members who vetted and handled most communication coming in to him, sorting out what was pointless, what could be handled by lower ranking members of the House, and what actually needed to go to him. There were only a few people who had his direct phone number. His progeny, both of whom were avoiding him. Samuel, who was avoiding him even more than Vincent and Alexis were.  Porter, who would only call if he were in a situation he truly couldn’t get himself out of, which was unlikely, seeing as he was in Skyside for a short vacation after the business at the Summit. 

He had fumbled with his coffee, opening every drawer in his desk before finally finding it under a stack of file folders on the bottom right. He huffed and answered the call just as it was about to be sent to voicemail. 

“Solaire.” David Shaw’s voice was steady on the other end of the line, even as William heard the not so muffled sounds of rowdy wolves in the background. Will didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of this particular outcome. Most likely because he and Shaw rarely if ever communicated directly. Their territory agreements were initially set in place by Shaw’s father, whom William had known professionally for many years before his death. It was out of respect for Gabriel Shaw that William made no move to encroach on Shaw territory after he died. It would have been too easy. Such a young alpha, so inexperienced, and riddled with grief. He had instead allowed David Shaw the time to grow into an alpha in his own right, subsisting off of more than just his father’s memory. It was a wise investment. The Shaws were a valuable ally to have, even if that allyship was becoming tenuous due to his actions at the summit. They were valuable, but fatally mortal. Shaw and his pack were not built to understand William’s thoughts and actions. He thought that a kindness of sorts. “This is a courtesy call. Doesn’t have to be anything more.” 

“Alpha Shaw.” William spoke to David Shaw with respect, just as he had his father, just as he did during their first meeting. Even that broken, snappy young man had always been called ‘Alpha’ in William’s presence. “What can I do for you?” He checked his watch, a beautiful, green faced thing that Vincent had bought for him. He had forgotten that. He blinked and refocused. It was nearing midnight. Too late for the Shaws to be incredibly active. 

“I just kicked the shit out of one of yours.” 

While they didn’t speak frequently, William had had his fair share of conversations with Shaw over the years. He had never heard him speak like this, or indeed sound so angry, so outraged. 

Will’s cold heart seized in his chest. 

“Samuel?” William breathed, but felt foolish as soon as the name left his lips. Shaw audibly scoffed. Of course not. For one thing, Samuel was no longer a member of his clan. For another, he was the mate of one of Shaw’s wolves. If he did anything to hurt his mate, William could see Shaw protecting his own over Samuel, but from what he knew about the man, Shaw wasn’t the punishment type. 

“No.” Shaw snapped. “Alexis.” 

“Ah.” William sighed. That pounding of fear and pain in his chest from an hour or so prior. Alexis got into trouble often, and his connection to her pain had distanced over the last fifty years. It certainly wasn’t as present as Vincent’s still was, as the echoes of his own progeny’s emotions were. Betrayal, sweet and cloying, still sat heavily in his throat. “That, I will admit, makes more sense.” 

“She’s drunk.” Shaw replied. “At least… Sam says she’s drunk. I don’t know how it works for vampires.” 

“It’s possible.” William confirmed. “She must have fed from another vampire.” 

“Yeah.” Shaw ground out. “She certainly did. She stepped foot on my territory. I’m entitled to defend it and my pack.” 

“Absolutely.” William said. He ran his hand over his face and fought not to sigh straight into the phone’s receiver. Stupid. She was now his only heir and she was encroaching on tenuous ally’s territory. She would be the death of him. 

“If you’d like to collect her, I’m looking right at her. Or I can hand her over to D.U.M.P..” 

“I’ll be there momentarily.” 

The Shaw den was well known to him. He had never been inside himself, but most of Dahlia was split between their two groups in terms of territory. The den was familiar to him as he was sure Wonder World was familiar to David. He carried a healthy level of suspicion and respect about the place, just like he did the people who inhabited it. Power respects power. Like calls to like. 

He knocked. It felt silly to knock. He entered every room with the certainty of his presence. He rarely had occasion to knock, but it would most likely be uncouth to appear inside of the den unannounced when they’d been attacked by someone bearing his blood mere hours earlier. Shaw’s Beta answered. He’d met the man once before, but was embarrassed to say that he couldn’t remember his name. The wolf grinned and stepped aside, ushering him in. 

“She’s healing already.” The Beta reported. “I’m sure she’ll be good by sunrise, given how much blood Sammy says she must have drunk.” 

It was uncomfortable to hear the endearment on the wolf’s lips. He shook off the instinct to demand respect for his Duke. Samuel wasn’t his Duke anymore. 

“I have no doubt that she’ll recover.” William smiled politely. The Beta had a casual air about him, but William could feel the raised hackles of every wolf they passed on the way to the Alpha’s office. It wasn’t an unusual sensation for William. He was, more often than not, the most powerful being in any room.

They rounded a corner to a small corridor of open offices, and Will spotted Samuel on a plush leather couch, bent over his knees and taking exaggerated breaths. His mate was sat next to him, blood dried over their mouth, rubbing small circles into Samuel’s back. 

Will moved before he even thought. He was knelt before Samuel in an instant, searching for his eyes. He heard the heart rate of every wolf in the room pick up. The Beta stilled and held out a hand. Everyone froze. The only sounds were the hammering of half a dozen hearts and the snarls and growls of Sam’s mate, startled into a defensive position by his sudden movement. 

William didn’t touch. He knew that this wolf’s claim to Samuel was more powerful, more sacred than any he’d ever had. Still, seeing him shake, struggle to breathe, made Will’s throat tight. 

“Samuel,” he said softly. Sam didn’t look up. He could see better from this vantage point. Samuel’s knuckles were bloody but long healed over. There was a mess of red on the side of his neck. 

Alexis had bitten him. 

William felt anger boil in his stomach like acid. He hadn’t felt like this in fifteen years, since the night he’d carried a shaking newborn from Alexis’s house. 

“Oh my boy,” he said softly. He looked up to Sam’s mate, who was swallowing growls and trying not to flash teeth. He could smell Alexis’s- his- blood on them. He shook his head. “I am so sorry. I will deal with her.” 

“You should have already dealt with her.” Samuel’s mate sneered. Sam stiffened. “She fucking bit him.” 

Will didn’t reply to the disrespect. He owed them this. He owed Samuel this moment. He wouldn’t let his damned pride take that from him. 

He stood, let his hand grace over Sam’s hair as his mate’s growls subsided. 

He knocked gently, unnaturally on the Alpha’s office door. 

Shaw was sat at his desk, his face and hair splattered with blood, inspecting his battered knuckles as he stared down Alexis. She was sat across from him in one of the plush, maroon chairs for visitors. William could almost convince himself that she was having a civil meeting, sitting politely with her back to him. As he stepped closer, though, he could see the strange tilt to her head, he could hear her ragged breathing. 

“Solaire.” Shaw nodded, his face grave. He indicated lazily towards Alexis. “She’s fucked up but she’ll live.” 

William rounded the chair and got a good look at Alexis. Most of the minor damage had healed, leaving behind smudges and splatters of blood and dirt where there were once cuts and scrapes. The worst of it, though, was still healing. Someone, most likely Samuel’s mate, had taken a bite out of her neck and shoulder. The meat of her shoulder was oozing blood down her front, staining her torn dress from blood red to black. Her throat was pried open like a clam, the pearl of her exposed trachea fluttering as it tried to maintain its structure. Her blackened eyes were hazy as they glared back at Shaw. Her arms twitched, her inch long, sharpened nails digging into the crushed velvet arm of the chair. Will imagined that, if she had the strength, she’d be biting for anything with a pulse, Shaw included. One of her hands jerked towards him as he came into her line of sight. He took it gently in his own. 

“Your kindness does not go unnoticed.” William replied to Shaw. “And it will not be forgotten. If I may, what exactly happened?” David nodded slowly and ran his fingers through his hair, which had begun to go stiff with blood. 

“Sam was attending a pack meeting.” He said after a moment. “That’s his right. His mate is a member of this pack, so he is too. Your progeny-“ he sneered as he looked at her, “-invited herself. My Beta and I met her at the door and barred her from stepping foot in our den. She was… unsteady. Sam asked for privacy and stepped out to take care of it. His mate followed. By the time I smelled blood she was already on the ground. It took three of us to get my wolf off of her.” 

Alexis coughed and squeezed his hand, her lips curling up in disgust or anger. William couldn’t keep his attention on her face for very long. He didn’t know if it was the echoes of her pain or his own that filled him up when he did. 

“I apologize for my clan’s intrusion on your territory.” 

“And-“ Shaw raised his hand, his face twisting, as though apologizing for the interruption. “-and the intrusion on my pack. Sam is the mate of one of my wolves. That makes him a full fledged member of this pack.” 

William’s brow furrowed. He was well acquainted with vampires’ sometimes antiquated ideas about shifters and other mortal empowered races. The idea that a vampire would lower themself so much as to identify as part of a pack above their own Clan of origin was shameful to many older beings like himself. He couldn’t help the shiver of prideful objection that tried to overtake him. It was his blood in Samuel’s veins. That part of him screamed to draw him back, to collect him away from harm, to have him and understand him and protect him in a way that Shaw never could in his last fifty-odd years on this earth. 

But that was the same instinct that screamed in Alexis to cross territory lines. That was the same instinct inside of her that turned Sam, even when he begged her not to. That possession before love, before respect, before care. That ugly part of her that William punished so readily came from him. 

So he swallowed it down like blood in his throat. Hot and bitter and unkind. Samuel did not belong to him.

“I want to be very clear to you, William.” Shaw continued, his voice teetering on the edge of control. William imagined that it was only the mutual respect the two of them had cultivated that kept Shaw from losing his grasp in decorum entirely at this point. “Sam is mine. He is a member of my pack. He belongs to his mate. And he belongs to me. She touched what is mine . Sam asked me to keep her alive, so I did. But if he had allowed it, I would have killed her, regardless of any allyship.”

“You openly admit your willingness to kill my progeny?” William asked. His voice was purposefully blank of anything that would give away his position on this issue. Shaw was treading on dangerous ground. Many kings had killed for less.

“Yes.” Shaw replied easily, as though he were unaware that that word alone could be the punctuation on his life. Shaw knew it. William could see it in those dark, steady eyes. “In order to make this next part stick in her brain.” Those dark eyes shifted to Alexis, who was struggling to sit up properly in her chair. Her neck was fluttering closed, healing slowly. “If you come onto my territory again, if you hurt a member of my pack, if you so much as look at Sam in a way that displeases me, I won’t take his wishes into consideration. He wants you left alive out of some sense of Maker loyalty? That’s fine. But I won’t let the opinions of a single pack member revoke my right to protect what is mine. Do that shit again, and you’ll meet your end between my teeth. Do you understand?” 

Alexis bared her bloody teeth, gasping down air and blood. 

“He’s mine.” She gasped, voice ragged and popping. “In a way he can never be yours. When you’re dead and gone, he and I will still be here. And when I’m ruling monarch of the House of Solaire, I’ll do what I please with him.” 

Silence rang through the room. William swore he could see Shaw’s teeth grow and sharpen in his mouth. Heat bubbled up in his own chest. Shame burned through him in a way it never had before. 

Will’s hand snaked to the back of Alexis’ neck, cradled her nape in a gentle hold. He had made the decision before she even finished talking. 

“Alexis will never have her invocation rights returned to her.” William said softly. Two sets of predator’s eyes snapped to him. “I will give my own ability to invoke her to Vincent.” 

“ Vincent ?” Alexis screached, jerking under his hand. He held fast, his nails digging into the tender flesh. 

“He is a closer ally to the Shaw pack than he is to me, now.” A rueful smile curled around his elongated fangs. “Should something happen to me and Alexis become monarch of the House, someone outside of her control will hold her invocation rights. Vincent is a kind man, and will not abuse that ability over her. And he loves Sam. More and better than I was ever capable of.” William cut his gaze to Shaw. “Is this satisfactory?” Shaw stared him down, unblinking, and unafraid of a trance or threat. It was rare for another empowered person to meet his eye. He supposed that was why he had always liked Shaw so much. He was unafraid of William’s power, but not ignorant of it. 

“That’s a big thing to give up.” Shaw sighed, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “I find it hard to believe that you would hand over any power, let alone something so… useful.” His lips curled around the word with disgust. Shaw was far from the first mortal to find invocations distasteful. Wolves. They so valued their freedom, their democracy. Short sighted, fast fading, mortal creatures. William had seen Shaw’s father pass through life in the blink of an eye. Shaw would do the same. Already, his brow was creased with premature worry lines. The quiet, twenty-year-old Beta had become the intimidating, thirty-year-old Alpha would become an old man would become a body in the ground. He aged, and he would die. He could not protect Sam, not in any meaningful way. In the long run, it would fall to William. This was the least he could do for Sam, who he had failed in so many ways, so many times. 

“I care for Sam more than I value this power.” He admitted softly. “And… I am more ashamed of my progeny’s actions than words can describe.” He folded his hand over his chest and bowed his head. William had not bowed to anyone in centuries, not since his Maker had forced him to. William knew with a frightful certainty when his Maker’s blood had adorned his body like a brand new, tailored suit that he would bow to no one ever again. And yet here he was, his head inclined, his back bending under the weight of his progeny’s actions, his actions. Shaw sucked in a breath as Alexis jerked. He knew how rare this was. “I beg the forgiveness of your pack and its Alpha.” Shaw bristled under the formality. 

“Yeah well…” he huffed. “Get her off of my land and keep her off.” 

“Happily.” 

Shaw left the office to move Samuel away before William and Alexis made their leave. Sam didn’t deserve to hear her screeching as she spat venom into Will’s face, into the face of his only ally left in this town. WillIan’s gaze froze her in her spot even as she craned to catch sight of Samuel through the door as Shaw left. The shadow of Shaw’s imposing figure blocked his pack from their view. 

“I think,” William said softly, his voice stilling Alexis’ frantic movements, “that it is time to reorder my Court.” 

Alexis finally fell into silence. She blinked up at him owlishly, her blackened eyes brimming with… something. Anger, perhaps. Or grief. 

“What?” She breathed. He brushed his knuckles against her throat and let what little magic he could externalize flow into her. His magic knew hers, had known hers for fifty years now, as well as it knew himself. It was his blood in her veins, afterall. Everything that she was he had been, he was. 

Her wounds closed over slowly. She winced at the sting of his magic, rarely ever used to heal. Samuel would have made easy work of those injuries. William wondered if someone had stopped him from healing her. He doubted that Sam would have let an injury lie unless under direct order from his mate or his Alpha. 

He was so good. And it was Alexis’s blood in him. It was William’s.  

“You do not want to rule a House.” He replied. “Not truly. You want power over those around you. And you want the freedom to do what you please. But you cannot have both. To carry power over others is to be tied to them, to belong to them. That is something you have never understood.” 

“Will-“

“It would be a kindness, I think,” he said, “to save you from the burden of the crown.” He bent to lift her up into his arms, cradled her head until it rested, limply, against his shoulder. She spasmed for a moment but eventually gave in to his hold. He was reminded of a night decades ago, holding a slight, bloody thing in his arms in the woods outside of his territory. She fought his every touch, his every kindness. He remembered, even then, even in the dying tilt of her, the hunger that rang through every bone. That was there before him, but it was so familiar she might have inherited it. Perhaps that was why he had turned her. Perhaps that was why he had allowed her to live after what she did to Samuel. Perhaps that was why she had remained on his court, in his line of succession. 

No more. William Solaire was not a kind man, least of all to himself. The parts of him that had bled for Alexis stopped here, in this room, in an unfamiliar office in the territory of the only ally he had left, an ally he might have strengthened or lost tonight. 

“You are my progeny.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head through her blood-matted hair. “I will care for you for the rest of your life.” He closed his eyes to his next words, let them wash over her unobserved. He owed her this, at least this. “But if you touch Samuel again, Shaw won’t have to kill you. I will do it myself.” 

He carried her home, tucked into his arms and weeping. He prayed that, come morning, his progeny would still be his, that the ache in his chest- her chest- would ease. He prayed that, one day, he would pay back all that he owed. 

For all of his riches, he doubted he would ever wrap his hands around enough. That, William thought, had always been his problem.

[sheawritesstuff]

Meeting the Alpha

[Gabriel Shaw and David x Angel]

[Meet the parents Fluff - 1391 words]

[Little bit of a twist ending ;p enjoy]

“Alright, Angel. How are you feeling? You ready?” David asked, putting the car in park. Angel fidgeted nervously in their seat and stared out the window. Their attention darted rapidly between the big, rustic house in front of them and their own shaking hands. 

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Their voice was uncharacteristically quiet and almost shaky. “What if I fuck it up? Davey I- “ David cut them off with a gentle grip of their hand. They finally turned to look at him, mouth tugged down in a frown. He held their hand firmly and took a dramatically slow, deep breath. They followed suit, filling their lungs with air and breathing out their worry. 

“He’s going to love you, Angel. I promise,” David said, soft and genuine. “It’s going to be ok, it’s just my dad.” Angel nodded, still breathing deeply. They squeezed their boyfriend’s hand and forced a smile. 

“I think I’m ready now.” They said it more to themself than to him. David kissed them once before the two of them hefted themselves up and out of the car. The wolf came to their side and looped their arms together, keeping them nice and close. They walked together to the front door, waited a moment for a few more deep breaths, and David knocked firmly on the thick wooden door. 

A moment later the door opened, revealing the man of the hour. If Angel thought David was big, Gabe was gigantic. He was at least three inches taller and almost as wide as his son, but not quite as muscular. Angel stared up at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly.

“Well hey! You must be the little Angel I’ve heard so much about,” Gabe declared. He spread his arms, a bright smile plastered across his face, then paused. “Wait, can I- do… do you do hugs?” He pulled his arms back toward his body awkwardly as he questioned the forwardness of his action. 

Angel giggled at him and opened their arms too. They nestled against his chest in a firm, familiar hug. They both sighed, relaxing in their shared embrace as the mutual nervousness faded. They pulled away and found David standing off to the side, arms folded across his chest. 

“Aw, Davey, are you feeling left out? C’mere baby,” Angel teased, approaching him arms first. David groaned, but hugged them back, running his hand over their back. Gabe took the opportunity to ruffle David’s hair, wasting the agonizing half-hour he put into perfecting it. The beta scrunched his eyebrows together and huffed at his father. 

“I did not come here to be ambushed,” he complained, pushing his mate away from him. He turned back toward the door, quickly trying to tidy up his hair. “Are you gonna let us in or not, old man?” David’s grin gave away the fact his dismay was all for show. Gabe rolled his eyes, still smiling wide. He motioned toward the door with both arms and bowed slightly. 

“After you, Davey,” Gabe remarked, stepping inside behind them and closing the door. David mirrored his elder and rolled his eyes. The trio entered the front room of the house together. Angel openly gawked at the gorgeous childhood home of their lover. 

“Dinner is on the table if you two are ready.” 

The dining table was huge, stretching about as far as one end of Angel’s apartment to the other. It was bare, though, save for three neatly arranged placemats on one end with a variety of dishes scattered around them. David led his mate to their seat and pulled the chair out for them. He sat across from them, leaving the head of the table empty for the alpha. 

“Wow.” Angel stared at the feast in front of them. “It looks amazing, Gabe.” 

“It’s crazy, huh. Some people cook and eat actual food,” David joked as he scooped a spoonful of potatoes onto his plate. Gabe half-heartedly swatted at the back of his son’s head. 

“Be nice. You weren’t always the healthiest eater either, y’know.” The older wolf turned to Angel with a smile. “You would not believe how hard it was to convince this boy to eat his vegetables. When he was still a tiny little thing he-”  David covered his face with his hands and groaned. The tips of his ears were bright red as he listened to the retelling of his childhood stubbornness. 

“-and he wouldn’t even look at anything green unless I bribed him with some sort of treat until he was damn near 15,” Gabe laughed and glanced toward the man sitting next to him. David still had his head bowed down in embarrassment, but he had uncovered in face in the interest of actually eating his dinner. “Your mama would be so proud of you,” Gabe said softly. 

David perked his head up and stared at his father, surprise clear on his face. Gabe smiled at him and patted his shoulder with a nod. He turned back to Angel with the same kind grin. “She would love you too, Angel. You’re sweet like she was. I think you two would’ve gotten along well.” His voice was quiet and filled with a fond nostalgia. “You picked well, David.

David stopped eating for a moment, just pushing the food around on his plate as he searched for the right words. He looked across the table and met his partner’s eyes for a moment. He smiled back at them and sighed. 

“Yeah, I did, didn’t I.” 

The rest of the evening was filled with good food, laughter, and a plethora of embarrassing childhood stories. As the couple finished their food, Gabe stood to take their plates to the kitchen. Angel peered across the table with a smile painted on their face. 

“I think he likes me,” they sighed. David laughed and pushed himself up from the table. He came around to the other side and draped himself over the top of their chair. A kiss to the top of the head accompanied a soft squeeze to their shoulders. 

“He loves you, Angel. Just like I said he would.” He tilted their head up and kissed their forehead. “But I’m afraid if we don’t leave soon he’ll end up liking you more than me. And we can’t have that, can we?” They giggled and shook their head. He pulled their chair out to give them room to stand as Gabe reentered the dining room. 

“You two heading out?” David nodded and replaced the chair.

“It was really great getting to meet you, Gabe,” Angel piped up. Gabe smiled down at them. His smile had been almost permanently painted on his face since they arrived, but it never seemed any less genuine. 

“It was lovely meeting you too, Angel. Don’t be a stranger, ok?” He leaned down to hug them again and they happily returned it. He patted them on the back as he pulled away. David hugged him too, but it lingered a little longer as he reveled in the moment. 

“I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, David. Drive safe, alright?” David nodded as he turned to open the door. 

“Always.”

Gabe stood on the porch as he watched them get back into their car. Angel let out a long, low sigh as they sat down. David turned the key with a hum and turned to face his mate. They smiled at him before waving out the window as they pulled out of the driveway. They leaned across the seat to plant a quick kiss to David’s cheek-

The feeling of gentle kisses scattered across David’s face pulled him back to reality. His eyes opened just enough to peer up at his mate on top of him, waking him up “the romantic way”. He smiled softly as the warmth of sleep ebbed away. Angel kissed the tip of his nose and pulled away just enough to make proper eye contact. 

“Good morning, Davey,” they said, voice still hoarse from sleep. “Did you have a good dream?” David tucked their hair behind their ear and smiled as his core thrummed solid in his chest. He stared up at them, admiring the beauty before him for a long, silent moment. 

“Yes, I did.” He pressed a soft kiss to their lips. “I had a very good dream, Angel.” 

[venuslove-28]

he's a tease sorry

[lancerthatisntfree]

hands

small freelancer/gavin fic. extremely self indulgent

// tags / info: freelancer is nonverbal here , not a lot of speech , gavin speech very short

inspired by @vegafan69 ‘s one hand kissing post with them

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Hands.

It was an odd body part, honestly. Easily recognisable, used in every aspect. But it wasn’t anything special.

To Freelancer, at least.

Their hands weren’t anything special. Sure, they used them often, they could do magic or.. whatever with them. But it wasn’t special to them. Wasn’t appealing. Just a body part that they tended to hate more than others.

Scanning their own hands, seeing all the scars; dulled cuts and skin that never really fully healed around their nails. They closed their hand into a fist, opening it before closing it again. Their brows furrowed slightly.

They weren’t the comparing type by any means, but they couldn’t help but visualise their hand against their friends. Lasko’s hands are smooth, soft. Huxley’s are a little rough, but nice nonetheless. Damien’s was a little frayed around the edges, calloused, but they liked it. Gavin’s were perfect. But theirs? They hated it.

Maybe it was the scars violently reminding them about what they’ve been through. Maybe it’s the memories that they hold. Maybe they didn’t like it just because it was apart of themselves. All options considered, they slowly put their hands on their knees. Eyes flicking to one hand to the other and back again. Their lips pressed into a frown.

“Freelancer?”

They didn’t bother to look behind them. They knew that voice. That comforting voice, always at their side whenever they needed it. For some reason, he always knew when to come. It was sweet until they wanted alone time. They felt Gavin’s weight on the bed as he sat next to them, and he stayed quiet for a while, as if awaiting something from them. A sentence, confirming if they were okay or not. When they didn’t speak, he frowned.

“You okay?” He tilted his head, and they, in turn, shook theirs, a clear no. He sighed. He hated seeing them upset. Some part of him hurt when they did. His hand hovered above Freelancer’s shoulder, awaiting permission to touch them. They leaned into his hand. He wrapped an arm around them and brought them closer.

He pressed his lips against their forehead, eliciting a small “Mn..” sound from them. Their head moved to rest on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Gavin softly asked, earning Freelancer to finally look at him. They looked exhausted, dark rimming under their eyes. Gavin’s heart ached. They looked at him with a certain softness they really only showed him. They glanced down and lifted their hand.

Gavin tilted his head as his other hand that wasn’t holding Freelancer moved to hold their hand. He ran his thumb across their knuckles and they shuffled closer to him. “Don’t like them, do you?” Gavin asked hesitantly, and they nodded, looking embarrassed; glancing up at him before looking away. His brows furrowed slightly before gently lifting their hand up to his face.

He pressed a kiss into their hand. Freelancer quickly looked back with softly flushed cheeks. Their hand felt warm. Gavin’s eyes lifted to look at their beautiful face, looking at them with such admiration through his eyelids. Freelancer’s lips pressed together as they increasingly became flustered. But.. feeling better, as well.

Gavin pressed another kiss to their hand, on a knuckle. Another kiss on each finger. Another kiss in the middle of their hand, his hand idly rubbing theirs in small circles. “I love your hands.” Gavin mumbled against Freelancer’s skin. “I love every part of you.” He added, pressing his lips against their skin once more. They couldn’t take their eyes off of him.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Each kiss was punctuated with another word.

“Gorgeous” , “Pretty” , “Stunning” , “Heavenly”.

“There’s no part of you that I don’t constantly desire, my Deviant.” He hummed against their hand, pulling away as he moved to kiss their cheek. They leaned into him, hands holding his.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. But until then, I’m gonna be here reminding you,” A kiss. “that you’re the most perfect person I’ve laid my eyes on.”

“I love you, Freelancer.” Freelancer stared at him with soft eyes. “You don’t need to talk. I know you love me too, my dear.”

They smiled as they pressed a kiss against his lips.

Looking down, seeing their hand intertwined with his; in that moment, they didn’t feel so bad about it anymore.

[ode2youu]

Hi hello! I'm back with more stuff. This time as a poll!

I helped host a handful of fic/art/etc swaps in an old discord server, but wanted to do one for the redacted fanbase! I feel like there sometimes is a lull in events, and the joy of the redactobers made me want to do this!

But! I personally only have the capacity for one, I am a full time worker with a side business, and an time-intensive hobby, so adding this to the plate would be a lot, much less two? Impossible for me. Plus! I know a lot of creatives are in a similar boat, so trying to participate in two swaps? Or chosing between the two? That doesn't make it fun.

❄️The winter one would open in the middle of November, with assignments given at the end of November. Check in would be at the end of December, and swap date would be end of January.

💌 The valentine's one would open at the beginning of December, assignments would be given middle of December. Check in would be the middle of January, and swap date would be middle of February (likely Valentine's Day or the day prior)q

So! Tl;dr vote for which of the two you would be more interested in! Please! I want this to work out, so I would appreciate reblogs and shares, even if you can't/wouldn't articipate! Poll was opened on Nov 1st, will close in 1 week on Nov 8th!

Thanks besties, deviants and babes!

[angelicaether]

Kinktober Three | Lasko/Dear | Priest Kink

Give it up for day three! Based on an idea from @pycth :3 Hope y'all enjoy!

Lasko is a devoted priest, but this is put to the test when a concubus starts appearing to him.

This is an 18+ fic! MDNI!

Lasko’s hands shook as he flipped through the pages of his bible, searching for the verses that he had planned on reading. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, the frames slipping from the sweat that dripped down his forehead. To anyone else, he probably looked fevered, the devoted priest willing to preach even when he’s sick.

Lasko knew the truth. 

He didn’t know how or when it had happened, but they appeared in the dark of his room late one night. He’d gotten up for some water and had nearly dropped the glass on the hardwood when they came to him, all swaying hips and glowing eyes. They’d strode up to him and backed him into the wall, their mouth on his before he could think to say anything. Clawed hands had roamed under his shirt and down the front of his pants, leaving him panting and breathless and unsure if it had really happened. 

Now, he was standing in front of the congregation. Stuttering his way through verses, praying to his God that his knees didn’t give out. Ghostly hands had tugged his pants down, a heavenly mouth taking him in. He bit back a groan as his hips bucked forward on their own, his knuckles white as he gripped the podium in front of him. He risked a glance down and regretted it. 

Eyes that glowed pink greeted him, hair that swept over horns. They had spit and his precum smeared across their chin and their fingers ended in sharp points. He thought they were the most beautiful and dangerous thing he had ever seen. 

“Father?” 

One of the congregation members was looking at him with concern and he cleared his throat, coughing nervously. He straightened up, pretending not to hear the lewd noises that were happening just below his waist. 

“Sorry, let us continue.” 

These instances just kept happening. The figure never spoke a word to him. They pinned Lasko against walls, held him in confessional booths, and bent him over his own bed. In him, on him, they wrapped their pointed tail around his wrists and rode him until he was shaking and sobbing. 

They came to him at all times of day, and he felt himself get half-hard when they appeared to him, a smirk gracing soft lips that he longed to feel on his. This concubus haunted him, led him into sin and out again and he felt like he was coming apart at the seams more and more each time. 

It was a normal occurrence at this point, the church had seen its last visitors more than twenty minutes prior and Lasko was sitting in the confessional booth alone, praying but he wasn’t sure if it was for his own salvation or his damnation. It seemed the latter when he saw a figure appear in front of the door to the booth. They didn’t need to open doors, a devil that could appear wherever and whenever they wanted. They only existed in his eyes, a nonexistent phantom to all others. Some part of him liked that they were only for his eyes. 

The concubus trapped him against his seat, one knee between his. Their hand came up and tugged at his clergy collar, tucked into his shirt collar. The white stark against the black of the fabric, a testament to his devotion. They slid it out of its spot, nails catching on his skin. 

“Are you ready to give this up, yet, Priest?” Their voice was low and sensual, the syllables drawn out. He swallowed hard, not trusting himself to speak. Instead, he gave a small shake of his head. “Suit yourself.” 

[tumbletaker]

Guy: You’re cute when you’re angry. Honey: Then I’m about to get really, fucking adorable.

[gremlin-writes-angst]

OMG I have thoughts

Okay so we've got darlin and sam, at the beginning of their relationship.

On night one of them stays at the others, and at night darlin has a nightmare or just starts to panic, but it OK, they know how to deal with it ( they don't but the think they do)

While sam sleeps they make their way out of the room and goes as far away from that space without actually leaving the house.

They let it out, not all of it because they don't want to bother sam, they know how to keep quite they worked really hard on it

Silghty the panic and sob

Then sam appears, rather fast, he's not right next to them but close enough they see him approach

They start wailing louder

"I'm sorry. I thought i was quite. I'm sorry , oll try harder, please"

Sam starts to try and calm them

" no need to apologize darlin, you don't need to be quite"

Od doesn't help as the continue to panic about how they need to be quite, how they've never woke anyone before

Sam holds them , does Everything he can to calm them down, and when their calm enough he admits

"Darlin... I'm a vampire, I could hear it in your heart the moment it started to panic, you can't keep that quite from me, and I don't want you to, I want to be their fot you, even in moments you think i don't."

It was sweet and darlin took it to heart

But a small ,bitter part of themselves wondered why quinn never heard their late night panics.

They realize he always heard them, he just didn't care.

[aggro-my-beloved]

one of these blogs following these tags is Erik in disguise. he’s watching us lose our minds and laughing maniacally. i just know it

who is it? fess up

[definitelynuwonhere]

“My Angel”

Wanted to get back into writing, so I’m pushing through writer drought. I wanted to explore the “origins” of how Angel got their pet name (well, main pet name)

I couldn’t get it to work with a scene between Angel and David though, so I tried a different path

Enjoy the sweet brotherly moment 👍

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Asher can’t believe how many times he’d seen David smile these past few months.

Snickering at his phone? Humming while he cooked? Chuckling at his jokes instead of his usual grunt and eye roll!? Who is this man?!

He knew it was because he was seeing someone, but David’s been out with people before, but there was something about this one that just, reignited something in him.

And for the first time since Gabe died, it felt like the David he’d known since they were kids, was back.

David sat across him, chuckling away at his screen, the subtle glint in his eye and smirk that tugged on his lips every time they texted back with another snarky quip.

"I know you said they’re human but your mate has got some kind of magic.”

David gave a hearty laugh, shaking his head at his ridiculousness. He glanced back at his phone, his eyes hovering over their mates name on the screen as a soft smile formed on his lips.

The beta smiled, happy for his best friend’s new found source of happiness.

“They really make you happy huh?”

The alpha nodded, leaning back against the couch,

“Yep.”

“Curious though, why Angel?”

He asked, tilting his head and looking an amused smirk.

“I dunno. Just felt right.”

He replied, a soft smile lingering on his lips as he stared at their mate’s name on his phone.

———

“This is it big guy! You’re getting married tomorrow! How’re ya feeling?”

He excitedly asked, taking a seat on one of the deck chairs, drinking as they took in the scenery of David’s backyard.

The alpha snickered, reaching forward to grab his drink and taking a sip, “Excited, Nervous, Terrified”

He replied, placing the glass back down as he leaned back against the chair, letting out a comfortable sigh.

“But I love them and I can’t wait.”

He said, smiling, something they’d gotten so used to seeing but still feels refreshing every time.

“You know,” He started, his finger tracing the rim of his glass. “I think I finally have an answer to your question about the Angel pet name.”

Asher’s eyes grew in surprise, he took a sip of his drink, giving him a nod to continue.

“I guess, I started calling them Angel because, in a way, they saved me.”

He continued, his expression falling into a soft smile as he reminisced about the past 4 years.

“They challenge me, get me out of my comfort zone in ways that I don’t know to this day.”

He chuckled, a smile lingering on his lips as he stared out into his backyard. Taking in the sight of the place he and his mate called ‘home’ the strings of lights thar gave the perfect ambience, the throw pillows on the lounge chairs they had crocheted, and the flowers that surrounded the place the two of them had planted, it made his heart swell.

“They carried me out of the darkness that came with losing dad and becoming alpha. They were my guiding light; my Angel.”

He said, turning to see his best friend weeping, moved by the sentiment behind the name.

Wiping off his face, he looked at his best friend with pride, through his puffy eyes.

“I’m very happy for you, bud”

His words genuine and full of love, he leaned forward wrapping his arms around the larger man.

“Thanks, Ash.”

[puffin-smoke]

redactedtober 14!! had almost no idea what to do for this one so. uh. this may be crap-

Gavin; Gentle

Gavin wasn't made to harm people.

He knew his purpose from the moment he first coalesced, as though it was etched into his very beginning. Lust, passion and desire.

He was never supposed to hurt people.

He was supposed to pull people into indulging in parts of themselves they always pushed away, to eat away at the stress building up inside of people, to make each day a little easier by giving people something nice to look at.

So he tried.

And for a while he did that. But he never knew what else he was supposed to do. To lose himself in expectations and a thousand eyes, to slowly inch towards a line he swore he would never cross. He only ever changed the way he acted, carried himself, how he saw the world. Rife with opportunity and beds to fall into. He figured that was different, not nearly as important as his refusal to change his form.

So he changed. And changed. Until change was all he knew, until his sense of who he was became fluid and forever warping and intangible. A ghost.

But then he met someone who wanted more. Who made him solid.

He'd only ever been in a few fights before. Once or twice outside a bar, once inside. Unempowered and empowered alike. It had always felt so odd to him, so alien. Throwing punches, dodging blows, hurling magic and tinkering with the memories of his attackers once he was done. It always felt so clunky. His movements brash and clumsy, as though piloted by some external force. He prided himself on his grace, but in those moments he had all the poise of a newborn doe.

But when he was defending his Freelancer and Caelum, when he was trading blasts of raw magic with a daemon far more powerful than he, when all of the odds were stacked against him, it felt different. The power coursing through his body felt like his own, like an extension of himself. His body practically moved of its own accord, each movement innate, instinctual.

In that moment, he was more than an incubus.

He was Gavin. He was supposed to hold his Deviant and never let them go, he was supposed to make cakes with too many eggs and wear tacky couples costumes, he was supposed to ruffle Caelum's hair and astound at how much energy there was in such a small daemon.

Gavin was a gentle soul.

And he was willing to fight for the right to use it.

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

the rest of you, the best of you (honey, belongs to me)

Ao3 | 1.6k words | Angel's POV

Early into their relationship, Angel and Davey go clubbing. An unsuspecting incubus flirts with Angel after a run in. David tries to keep his cool.

When you met Davey, you would never have pegged him for a clubbing kind of guy. It didn’t match his burly, intimidating, minimalist vibes. Perhaps you could imagine him as a club bouncer, but when you did, you got too focused on the image of his biceps bulging through the thin sleeves of a too-tight black tee-shirt, those dark, sharp eyes scanning a crowd of bodies with practiced precision. 

Instead, you were offered with a much better outcome when you finally worked up the nerve to ask him after a few months of dating, he enthusiastically agreed, even offered to take you to an empowered club he frequented. You had expected him to shoot you down outright, or begrudgingly agree at the very best. He surprised you, like he so often did, and you found yourself just this side of tipsy, his arms around you, your bodies keeping time against each other to the beat of the deafening music. 

Davey knew exactly what he was doing. He pulled you to the dance floor as soon as you’d ordered your fruity little tequila number (which he had paid for). His left hand rested on your hip, his big fingers seeming to wrap all the way around you, the right protectively curled around your shoulders. His right hand was in the perfect position to cover your drink, which he held more than you did. He bent so his breath was hot on your neck, his nose pressed behind your ear. He seemed lost in the music and movement, but every time you bent back to seek out his lips, his eyes were scanning your surroundings, eyeing suspicious figures, keeping everyone away from you, no matter how tempting you both knew you were. 

Protective and tuned in, even when you were grinding your ass back on him. David Shaw was a man of restraint if nothing else. You couldn’t pretend that it didn’t bug you, just a bit. You were putting on such a nice show for him but he was too busy playing guard dog to enjoy it. Not to mention that he didn’t even order a drink for himself. It seemed that Davey had no intention of having fun for himself, just watching the club like a hawk while you did. 

You spun around, wrapped your arms around his neck as he took hold of your drink without missing a beat. You swayed with the music, pulled him down into a devastating kiss. You knew him well at this point, at least well enough to know that just a swipe of your tongue on his bottom lip would have his resolve crumbling, and all it would take was a nip of your teeth to pull him down into your orbit. Davey was an attentive person. Sometimes, you just had to grab that attention for yourself. 

He let out a deep, rumbling moan into your kiss, a sound you felt more than heard as his grip on your hip tightened. Your mind swam as you pictured bruises in the shape of his fingers pressed into your skin. You couldn’t hear him speak over the music, but you knew the shape of that word on his stupidly full lips. 

“Angel…” it was tinged with warning. Behave, he told you, don’t test me, don’t push me, or else. 

You knew what or else was. You happened to like or else. You grinned against his lips, pulled him down by the lapels of his leather jacket, and more shouted than whispered in his ear; 

“I’ve gotta pee!” You danced away from his grasp, weaving through the packed bodies in the dance floor, your eyes never leaving his. He was a head taller than every other person on the floor, so he kept eyes on you as you cut across the floor and past the bar, until you turned the corner to the bathrooms. 

Somebody got in your way before you could gain your bearings. You ran straight into a wide, warm chest. You stumbled back and came face to face with a man dressed in a sheer, unbuttoned shirt. His skin was sun kissed and stretched over rippling abs. He was big, but not like Davey was. Davey was built for actual strength. He was built to carry large loads over long periods, to maintain as long as he needed to, to pull cars a few yards by their fucking bumpers (a feat you’d seen him do when your Camry got stuck in a ditch a few months ago). This man had muscle, but it was all for show. Supple, shining skin over carefully targeted muscle groups. A six pack. Broadened shoulders. A ‘v’ cutting down below his sinfully tight pants. 

Not your type, but you could appreciate a pretty person even so. He smiled, his teeth white and just this side of too sharp. A long, pink tongue ran across his bottom lip. 

“Woah,” his voice left his trim chest in a pur, one hand landing on your shoulder to steady you, “easy, gorgeous. Don’t go falling for me just like that.” 

“Sorry,” you squeaked. You assumed Davey was still in the crowd on the dance floor, and your head spun to try and catch a look at him. This guy didn’t look like the type to try anything stupid, but you knew that looks could be deceiving. 

“Easy,” he repeated, withdrawing his hand. He flashed his palm to you, mock surrender. “I won’t touch.”  

“Thanks,” you laughed softly. You felt awkwardness fall over as you took a purposeful step back. “Sorry, I just-”

“No, not at all!”

“-college town, you know?” You laughed and the stranger reciprocated. He widened your space in turn and stuffed his hands in his pockets. You didn’t know pants that tight could have pockets. He was the picture of innocence, not close enough to grab you, his eyes respectfully holding yours. Not that kind of guy, it seemed. The tension leaked out of your body with your heartbeat. 

“I get it.” The stranger grinned. “Somebody as breathtaking as you, you’ve got to keep an eye out. It’s good to have a healthy suspicion of incredibly attractive people.” 

“Like yourself.” You shot back. 

“Angel,” Davey’s voice was in your ear all of a sudden. His heat was pressed into your back. You jumped, surprised, but then eased back into his solid presence. An arm thicker than your neck snaked around your shoulders, pulling you back into him. 

“Davey,” you gasped, reaching up to rest a hand on his cheek. He was bent over you, curling his massive body around yours protectively. Those dark, intense eyes were locked on the stranger, something dangerous in his face. “I ran into him. Chill.” 

“Sorry,” the stranger stepped back from you again, all hints of his playful flirting gone. “I wasn’t hitting on your mate. That’s just how I talk.” 

Mate. You mused over the word. That must have been a wolf thing, because Davey reacted to it physically. His hand tightened on your shoulder, his breath quickened on your neck. 

Davey considered the stranger for a moment longer, his eyes narrowed and suspicious, before leaning back. He nodded once, decisively, and started pulling you away. You waved absently to the stranger, but your attention was focused solely on Davey. He had this look of intensity to him that you’d never seen before. Your drink was gone, and Davey pulled you away from the bars and any chance for you to get another and towards the door. You stuttered out a protest, but his hand was wrapped tightly around yours. He pulled you along, not fast or hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to have to rush to keep up with his stupidly long legs. 

“Davey,” you gasped as cool night air slammed into you. The line to the club was wrapped around the building. If you left now, it would take forever to get back in. You shivered and locked your arms around your middle. 

“Sorry,” he grumbled. He had released your hand as soon as you were outside, and had both of his placed on his hips. He leant his head back, his eyes closed, and was letting measured, timed breaths out into the air. Puffs of breath like smoke obscured his face. “I thought I was gonna kill that guy.” 

A laugh bubbled out of you, but you realized when he didn’t laugh in turn that he was serious. 

“He was nice.” You said, defensively. “He only touched me to steady me. He stepped back right away.” 

“I know.” Davey sighed. He brought a hand up to scrub at his face. He cut his gaze to you and, after a moment, tugged off his big, leather jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. It swallowed you up, encased you in his warmth. “I’m being… unreasonable.” 

You stared up at him for a while, watching as he squeezed one big hand into a fist over and over, tension etched across his shoulders. 

“Is this a wolf thing?” You asked softly, a smile evident in your voice. He looked back down at you, his eyebrow quirked in question. “Like… animal possessiveness or something?” 

He stared down at you in silence for a long moment before his face split into that sharp-toothed grin. He laughed low and easy, rolling his shoulders to chase away his tension. 

“Come on, menace.” He held out his hand for you, waited for you to take it. “If another incubus touches you tonight, I’ll end up in jail.” “Incubus?” You balked. “What is an incubus?”

[bazpire]

Rainy days and warm arms.

Cw: nudity, suggestive, fluff, like pure domestic bliss, Lasko goes into 1 (one) rant, neutral pronouns for dear.

Taglist: @professionallyyappin @jamieeeeee33333

The weather was awful. Dear never really understood that. People would say that and associate it with rain, but truly, they'd never met anyone who actually thought rain or cold days were awful. Bothersome, maybe, but everyone needed some from time to time.

As they sat in front of the window in only their robe listening to the pitter patter of the drops hitting the glass, the sound of keys turning invaded their ears, and Lasko entered the room. A smile crept up on their lips before even turning around to see him, recognising his steps, his smell, his core. They would always recognise when he entered the room.

"Hi, love." They finally leaned their head enough to meet his gaze, and what they found left them breathless. He was soaking wet, no glasses on, with a goofy smile looking at them like they hung the moon and the stars in the sky. "Wha- Lasko, darling, what happened? Are you okay?" They quickly got up, looking around their home for towels.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, t-that or-or well, i mean, this." He looked down at himself as if he forgot everything except their presence. That would've made their heart swell if they weren't worried about him catching a cold. "I- I don't know..." his face got beat red, and he averted their eyes. Quickly, they found a couple towels, leaving two on the couch and bringing the other two to him.

"You should probably take your clothes off." They whispered to him, pressing the towel to his head.

"Huh!?" He asked, looking at them with wide eyes. They just smiled, and quickly enough he became even redder (if that was even possible) "o-Oh, my clothes, r-right, they're all wet and s-soaked, I'm dirtying your floor too, shit, I mean, s-sorry, I'm sorry, I'll take them off right now." He quickly began to undress. They stepped back, leaving the towels by his side.

"I'll go prepare you a bath, is that okay?" They asked gently, looking back at him in his underwear. He looked so flustered. They wanted to kiss him until he couldn't think enough to feel any kind of embarrassment.

"Y-yeah, of course, t-thank you." He smiled, making their heart borderline burst in their chest. They loved his smile.

Quickly, they got everything prepared, the water warm, and they even lit some candles and incense. Maybe it was a bit over the top, but they just wanted to take care of him.

Once they were back on the living room, they found Lasko still by the door, covered with the towels. "What are you doing there, love? Come on in." They softly pulled him in, sitting him down on the couch.

"I didn't wanna m-make more of a mess than I already did." He whispered, looking ashamed. They crouched on the floor, looking for his eyes.

"Hey... I don't care about that. We can clean it up. A mess is just a mess. I care about you being comfortable." Lasko looked at them with that lovely gaze again, like they hung the moon and stars in the sky. Truly, they wanted to blush and squeal, but they took a deep breath in and kissed his exposed knee. "So why were you out in the rain, love?"

Again, his eyes shifted to shame and embarrassment, this time, they reached for his hand and rubbed the back of it with their thumb.

"I- um... I wanted to c-come over, I don't know why, honestly, I just suddenly felt this sudden need of coming over and I would've told you before hand and I know its so rude that I just come on over without invitation or even t-telling you about it but it's like I just needed to be in your presence and it's not like a-anything was wrong! Like I wasn't, I mean I'm not in a sad mood or anything, i wasn't sad but I was missing you and I know i could've called but it was like the rain was saying your name and I wanted to be with you and, and I didn't think about calling in the moment which is so dumb because my phone was right there b-but nope, i just got up and came straight over without even getting an umbrella which thinking it over of course it's dumb for various reasons and- and I'm sorry. For m-making a mess and coming over unprompted." It was like he finally remembered to breathe.

He was everything they wanted to see at all times.

The rosed, just a bit, to kiss his forehead.

"You can come over anytime you want, Lasko. You don't need to let me know you're coming over. You just do it, and my door will be open for you. That's why you have a key."

He blushed even harder, looking like he was about to go into another rant, but they took a deep breath. As much as they loved to listen to him, the water was getting cold.

"You ready to take that bath now, love?" They asked softly, standing up and still holding his hand.

"Y-yeah! I'd - I'd love that. " he smiled while getting up with them and letting them guide him to the bathroom. Once there, he gasped, looking at the dim-litted bath, the nice smells hitting his nostrils and almost immediately relaxing him before even getting in the bath.

He heard the door close and turned around, seeing them looking at him with a small smile and their eyes filled with love and care.

God, they had him in the palm of their hand.

"O-oh? You're, ejem, you're staying?" He asked, feeling himself go red. His blood had gone to his head so many times in such a short amount of time that he was surprised he didn't pass out earlier.

Their smile grew and stepped closer to him. "I'd like to... if you want me to."

"Of- of course! I mean, sure, um, yes, absolutely, I'd love that." Lasko hit himself mentally for answering so eagerly, but the reply made them look all the more happy, and they giggled.

He loved the sound of their giggle.

They got rid of their robe, and that was about it.

Lasko blushed and looked away. "You were naked the whole time!?"

"Yes, hun." They giggled, bending over and testing the water. It was nice, warm, hopefully not too hot. They felt his eyes on them. They liked feeling his eyes on them. "Enjoying the view, love?"

"I- uh, I- I'm sorry, I mean, of course I do, but I'm-I'm sorry for staring, I didn't mean to, I was just..." Dear turned around, holding his gaze with a playful smirk on their lips. "Yeah, I was e-enjoying the view."

They chuckled, throwing their head back and then leaning forward. "Why don't you let me enjoy the view of you as well, Lasko?" They tilted their head, looking down at his towel covered body.

"O-oh! Yeah, right." He laughed as he took them off. "I- I didn't even realise I still had them on. They're very comfortable."

They nodded and tilted their head towards the bath. Lasko quickly moved, getting inside and immediately relaxing when the warm water enveloped him.

"Is it alright?" They asked, and he couldn't stop himself before replying - "it's perfect. You're perfect."

Even in the dim lighting, he could see the faint red decorating their cheeks, making his heart race. They giggled and stepped inside, turning around and sitting down, their back against his chest. "Is this okay, love?" They whispered, resting their head on his shoulder.

"O-of course it is," he stroked their arms up and down, turning his head and kissing their temple. "My dearest."