#i write every day i swear

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 23 - Forced choice, secrets revealed, (public display) - Warriors & Legend

Slipping some hdw au into this one heh heh heh

If you’re unfamiliar with it, all you really need to know is that hw Link is part dragon. Since this is lu, that’d be Warriors. Also unrelated to hdw, Legend’s mermaid tail works like it does in my other mermaid Legend fics. Hee.

Warnings: brief blood & injury, whipping (offscreen), brief/implied animal abuse.

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NEXT (day 29)

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“All right boys, I have a deal for you.”

Warriors glared at the woman who’d spoken, her smile much too bright for the situation. Her boot pressed down harder on Legend’s chest, and the veteran wheezed, gills flaring as he tried to get in water that wasn’t there.

“The only deal I’m making is one that involves you letting him go,” Warriors snapped, and the woman let out a tsk, sending dark hair over her shoulder as she shook her head.

“That’s not an option. He’s just what my troupe needs, a new attraction, some extra spice. ‘The boy who can breathe both water and air! Watch as his legs twist into one, how he defies nature itself!’” she said excitedly. “Business will boom!”

The group of performers around her cheered, shaking their weapons in the air. Legend wheezed again, and Warriors looked down at him in a panic, his tail flapping weakly in the shallow water it rested in. It was just enough water to trigger Legend’s mermaid tail, but not nearly enough for him to breathe.

The whole situation was ridiculous honestly, the two of them swarmed by the group after Legend had tripped on a loose cobblestone and accidentally triggered his scales by falling into the gutter. It would be laughable if Legend wasn’t trapped and essentially drowning, and Warriors didn’t have a good dozen weapons pointed at his neck.

Legend’s face was starting to turn red from lack of air, and he was giving Warriors a look that begged him not to do anything stupid.

Unfortunately, Warriors already had a stupid plan forming.

“I’d hate to ruin such a pretty face, so here’s the deal,” the woman with her boot on Legend’s chest said. “You let us leave with your friend, no fighting, no following, and in return, we won’t kill you.”

“Pass,” Warriors said with a glare, sword clenched tightly in his palm. The woman made a pouting face.

“Aw, can’t we settle this like civilized people? We’ll be gentle, so long as you cooperate,” she smiled, and dug her heel into Legend’s ribs.

Legend grunted in pain, and Warriors swallowed, his thoughts whirling. His idea really was stupid, and the thought of using it made him cringe, but he was outnumbered and rapidly running out of time. Legend’s wheezes kept growing more frantic, and Warriors didn’t want to bet his safety on whether he could take on the entire crowd.

At least he wasn’t in his own Hyrule. Revealing the secret here would be awful, and he knew these people would exploit the knowledge, but at least it wouldn’t come with the political firestorm it would at home.

And if it got Legend free, it was worth it.

Warriors sighed.

“What if I have a better deal for you?” he asked, and the woman raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of a deal? If it involves you, I already have a fella,” she said mildly, and Warriors swallowed.

“Nothing like that. A trade. Me for my friend.”

Laughter went through the group, and the woman snorted. “You may have a pretty face, but you’re nothing compared to a merman, honey. Sorry.”

“Would it change things if I told you I’m half dragon?” he said quietly.

The woman’s ears flicked, her eyes widening. “Oh?”

“Yes. Much more exotic then a kid with a curse,” Warriors said, keeping his eyes off of Legend. He wished he could’ve told him about this on his own terms. Who knew what he was thinking at the moment. “If you let him go, I’ll come quietly.”

“And do everything I say?” the woman said with a raised eyebrow, and Warriors swallowed back the bile that rose in his throat. He would escape. It wouldn’t be for long.

“Yes.”

She hummed consideringly, eyes trailing over Warriors. Legend wheezed again, and she glanced down at him, then back up again, crossing her arms.

“Well, I can’t really pass that up, can I?” she said, and snapped her fingers. Two burly men came up and grabbed Warriors’ arms, one twisting his sword out of his grip.

Warriors didn’t resist like he said he would, and happened to catch Legend’s eye, the other hero giving him an unreadable look. He was pretty sure he saw exasperation in his gaze though.

I don’t have a tail whenever I get wet, Legend, I’ll be able to escape better than you.

Warriors’ arms were tied behind his back, and he breathed out as the woman finally stepped off of Legend’s chest. A different bunch of people came forward as she snapped her fingers again, hauling Legend up out of the water, and they held him still while his tail split back into legs.

Legend began to struggle the moment he had his legs back, but the people held him tight, suddenly pulling ropes over his wrists and ankles. Warriors watched in shock as Legend was thrown back to the ground, a cloth tied over his mouth, and he snapped his gaze over to the woman.

“You said you’d let him go!” Warriors shouted, struggling wildly against the men’s hold. He shot an elbow out, trying to hit one in the face, but they only twisted his hands tighter behind his back, at an angle that felt like they were close to breaking.

The woman who was obviously in charge came over to him while he struggled, still smiling happily.

“We had a deal!” Warriors spat.

“We didn’t shake on it hon,” she said with a shrug, tapping his nose. “And there’s no way I’d pass up on a real mer. I happen to have a use for dragon blood at the moment, but even if you were lying about that, having another pretty face around is always good for business. I’m sure I’ll find a use for you somewhere.”

Warriors tried to lunge for her, but the men held him back, kicking his legs out from under him. Warriors dropped to his knees as she walked away with a laugh, and locked eyes with Legend, the veteran’s expression frantic as he was dragged away as well.

Oh Legend I’m sorry.

Then something hit him in the head, and with a burst of pain, Warriors knew no more.

(...)

A tapping noise woke him back up.

Warriors groaned, eyes flickering as he tried to figure out where the tapping was coming from. His head was throbbing, but it wasn’t too bad, and he pried his eyes open, a mostly dark room meeting him. The pounding kept up, more quickly now, and Warriors raised his head and looked to the side.

Two glowing eyes stared at him, and Warriors yelped, sitting up rather abruptly.

His head hit wood, and he made a pained noise, rubbing his forehead. He looked back over at the eyes, and Legend gave him a grim smile, the motion making the scales on his cheeks shine.

Oh. Right.

Warriors groaned, more in annoyance this time than anything, and glanced around, wrinkling his nose at the small cage he’d been dumped in. It was wood on the floor and ceiling, but metal bars blocked off everything else, the door firmly locked.

“Well. This is just lovely,” he sighed, and Legend let out a snort that shot out bubbles.

“Yeah, quite a nice predicament we’ve landed ourselves in. You okay, pretty boy?” Legend asked, his voice warbling a little strangely. Warriors was surprised he could hear him through the thick glass. “Or should I say dragon boy? Nice plan by the way.”

“Sorry, it was all I could think of,” Warriors apologized, leaning against the bars with a wince. The cage was so small he could only just barely sit up.

“Yeah, well it was a valiant effort,” Legend hummed, rubbing a dark bruise on his arm. He was silent for a moment. “Were you uh... were you serious?”

“About being half dragon?” Warriors asked, and Legend nodded. “...Yeah. It’s true. On my father’s side.”

Legend made a noise Warriors wasn’t sure how to interpret. “Huh. Well, I’ve heard weirder.”

Legend didn’t sound accusatory or disgusted or anything, mostly curious, and Warriors’ shoulders lost some tension he didn’t even know he’d been holding. It looked like Legend wasn’t weirded out much at all. Which was understandable since he was currently covered in blue scales and barely looked Hylian at the moment, but the reassurance was nice.

“...So how’d your mom get with a lizard exactly?”

Warriors’ goodwill towards Legend immediately disappeared. “Oh don’t even start, no, he has a hylian form! Don’t be weird!” he said in disgust, and Legend laughed, the sound oddly musical.

It broke into a bit of a wheeze, and Warriors’ exasperation turned into concern as Legend coughed a couple times.

“...Are you okay vet?” he asked worriedly, and Legend waved him off with a webbed hand.

“Yeah... yeah, ‘m good. Having a heel ground into my chest didn’t do me any favors,” he said with one last cough. “And all this going back and forth between lungs and gills isn’t much fun. But I’m alright.”

Warriors took a moment to study Legend, bruises painted across his skin, fins drooping. He didn’t look too bad, but he wasn’t in great shape.

“So how are we getting out of here?” Legend asked, breaking Warriors’ thoughts.

“We’ll think of something,” Warriors sighed, looking around his cage. “If I had something to pick the lock I could get out of this thing at least. Think you could get out on your end?”

“I already tried breaking the glass, it’s reinforced or something,” Legend grumbled. “And again with the lock, there’s bars over the top of the tank.”

“So we’re stuck for now, then.”

“Yep.”

Silence fell over them as they digested their situation, and Warriors sighed, looking around their prison. He was pretty sure there were in the back of a large wagon of some sort, based on the size and shape of the area. A few small beams of sunlight snuck through some cracks, lighting up more cages and equipment Warriors really hoped wasn’t for them.

He wondered what that woman was going to do with him. Legend was very obviously exotic—all she would really have to do was put him in a tank and the money would pour in—but Warriors looked rather normal. She said she had a use for him, for someone with dragon blood specifically, but what exactly was she thinking?

And how was he going to get him and Legend out of this mess?

A quiet chirping cry broke the silence, and Legend and Warriors both froze, pricking their ears.

“What on earth was that?” Legend asked in confusion, and Warriors shushed him, eyes narrowing. His night vision was a bit better than most Hylians, but he still couldn’t see very well in the shadowy room. And something about that sound...

He could just barely make out another cage, a spot of sunlight shining beside it, and another crying chirp came from its direction. Something about the sound struck Warriors right in the chest, and he kicked at the bars, peering through them and trying to see better.

“Whoa, what’s gotten into you? Any clue what that is?” Legend asked, and Warriors growled, kicking at his cage again.

“I don’t know, but it sounds hurt. I don’t think it—”

“Ma!”

Warriors went silent again, listening as the tiny voice repeated its cry. Legend looked utterly confused as Warriors kicked at the bars again, another tiny cry ringing through the room, and he growled in frustration.

“Cap, seriously, why are you so wound up? It’s probably just an animal or something,” Legend said confusedly, and Warriors stared at him. “I don’t like that it’s trapped either, but we can’t get it out right now.”

“An animal? Can’t you hear it talking?” Warriors said in disbelief, and Legend slowly shook his head.

“All I hear is growling and chirping. ...How hard did they hit your head?”

Warriors opened his mouth to argue, but a door was suddenly opened, and the room flooded with light. Warriors and Legend both squinted against it, and the chirping cries faltered into a whimper.

Footsteps clicked against the wooden floor, and the woman who’d gotten them both in here stood above the two of them, flanked by two larger assistants.

“Oh great, you,” Legend grumbled.

“Me. You might want to fix that attitude there merman, or today isn’t going to be much fun for you,” she said with a tsk. “Time to learn some tricks.”

“I already know plenty of tricks, I don’t need more,” Legend shot back, his arms crossed.

“It’s always good to expand your repertoire. But first,” she said with a clap, turning back to Warriors. “Let’s see that supposed dragon blood put to some good use. Hope you weren’t lying, honey.”

One of the burly people she’d brought with her stepped away, and went over to where the frantic chirping had been coming from. He came back with a cage in hand that was only about as big across as a shield, then put on a hefty pair of gloves.

The cage was set down, and then opened, the man quickly grabbing something from inside. A terrified chirp came from the cage, and Warriors and Legend both watched in shock as a tiny pale green dragon was yanked out, its eyes wide with fear.

Outrage burned in Warriors’ chest, and he watched in distaste as the poor creature was manhandled, the man avoiding its attempts to bite and claw him. Warriors stiffened as the man approached his cage, but didn’t have time to attempt an escape as he unlocked the door and quickly tossed the dragon in.

It hit the ground with a small thump, then wailed, scrambling to its feet and immediately running for a corner. It cowered against the bars, spikes on its back raised threateningly, and bared its teeth as a squeaky growl came from its throat.

Then it froze, nostrils twitching.

It raised its nose in the air, and suddenly looked straight at Warriors, eyes wide.

Then it made a beeline for him, chirping in distress as it clawed its way up his leg. Warriors jumped and nearly kicked it away, but something stopped him, something that told him the tiny dragon wasn’t a threat. Sure enough it didn’t try to bite him, and quickly latched itself onto his shirt, body trembling. Warriors carefully touched its head, and it butted cautiously against him.

“Well then, looks like you might have been telling the truth after all,” the woman hummed in interest, tapping her chin as the dragon clung to Warriors’ shirt. “I need someone who it’ll listen to, I haven’t made any progress getting the thing to behave. But if you’re dragon like it is, then you should have no problem.”

“He,” Warriors said quietly, running a careful hand over the tiny scales. The dragon nuzzled into his hand. “It’s a he.”

“Good to know. Start training it,” she said, and put a hand on the whip at her belt. “Or else this will be unpleasant for all of us.”

“Are you kidding? Look how small he is, he’s only a hatchling. You can’t train a baby,” Legend snapped from his tank, and the woman gave him a look.

“I’ll do whatever the public wants to see. Now come along honey, you have tricks to learn.”

The burly people she’d brought with her unlocked the top of Legend’s cage, then dragged him out despite his best efforts, tossing him onto the floor. Legend grimaced as his tail turned to legs yet again, and before he could recover he’d been grabbed and was quickly dragged away.

“Hey!” Warriors shouted when one of them kicked Legend, and the veteran struggled viciously. “Get your hands off—!”

The door was slammed, cutting off the sound of Legend’s struggling. Warriors was plunged into darkness once again.

He let out a tense breath, and looked down, the dragon still shaking against his chest. He was trying to work his way under Warriors’ scarf at the moment, and Warriors lifted a fold out of the way so he could slide in.

The shaking eased a little finally, and Warriors studied the tiny dragon in quiet curiosity. It was less like dragons he’d seen in his world and more like Wild’s, a long body, small legs, no visible wings. Two tiny horns poked from his head, and his eyes were bright with a pure green that reminded Warriors of Faron woods.

He’d never seen a dragon that wasn’t full-grown before, and Warriors looked at every detail in quiet fascination. He grew more worried the longer he studied the creature though, noting how thin he was, his scales lacking some sparkle.

Warriors may never have seen a baby dragon before, but he knew what a healthy dragon should look like.

And this wasn’t it.

“Ma,” the dragon chirped again, breaking him from his thoughts. He whimpered as he hid in Warriors scarf, claws scratching him a little. “Ma.”

A little wail came from the dragon, and Warriors felt that sharp feeling in his chest again, a frantic urge to fix the problem, get rid of the threat, stop the crying.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” he tried, wishing he could purr on command as the hatchling cried. Unfortunately that particular quirk only seemed to happen without his permission. “We’ll find your mom and get you out of here. Calm down.”

He scratched a careful hand over the dragon’s head, and his wails quieted a bit. He looked at Warriors with his bright eyes, and tilted his head.

“Ma?” he asked, and Warriors nodded.

“Exactly, we’ll get you back to your mom,” he assured, all while he was wondering how exactly he was going to do that.

The dragon made a small chirp, and nestled himself up next to Warriors’ neck, still shaking just a little. Warriors kept scratching near the base of his horns, and the dragon gradually relaxed, tiny claws flexing.

Warriors glanced at the empty tank beside them, worry clenching at his chest. He didn’t know what Legend was dealing with, but he hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.

Right. Like our luck is ever that good.

The dragon let out a sound Warriors thought was a sniffle, and he petted him again, letting him nuzzle deeper into his scarf. At least the little guy wasn’t attacking him. Can he tell I’m half dragon? Is that enough to label me not a threat?

...Or is it just a Hero thing?

Warriors sighed, and attempted to get in a more comfortable position as the dragon chirped again. It didn’t really matter much.

What really mattered was figuring out how they were going to get out of this.

(...)

Hours passed, Warriors attempting to talk to the dragon, and not getting very far. He gave up eventually, and tried to think of some semblance of a plan while he waited for Legend to come back.

But Legend was gone for a long time. Long enough that both Warriors and the dragon were asleep when the door finally reopened.

They both startled, and the dragon chirped in alarm as moonlight spilled into the room, tiny scales sticking up as he scurried under Warriors’ scarf. Warriors quickly sat up as the same two burly men came in, and sucked in a breath as Legend was dragged in behind them.

He wasn’t moving.

Legend was lifted up and tossed back in the tank without a word, and Warriors clenched the bars as he saw him jerk, blood floating through the water. A brief cry came from him as his legs merged back into a tail, and he went limp as it finished, breathing heavily.

“Legend?” Warriors asked frantically as the men left, leaving them in darkness again, “hey, Legend, talk to me. What did they do?”

Legend didn’t reply for a few long moments, floating silently except for his pained breathing. More blood wafted through the water, and Warriors caught a glimpse of red lines cut into his back.

“Oh Legend, did they whip you?” He whispered, and Legend finally opened his eyes, blinking slowly.

“Mm... yeah,” he mumbled, letting himself drift down to the bottom of the tank. He breathed out tiredly. “Kept talking back, refused to do what they wanted. Lady didn’t like it. Actually got loose once, gave her a black eye. Really didn’t like that.”

He chuckled, then grimaced, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Legend, why didn’t you just play along?” Warriors asked in dismay, and Legend huffed.

“Tried to at first. Didn’t work,” Legend grumbled, then hissed as he shifted around a little.

Warriors watched in alarm as a little more blood wafted into the water, and Legend grimaced as he tried to get himself into a comfortable position.

“‘M alright Wars,” Legend sighed when he fell still, his eyes closing again. “It’s not that bad. Won’t let ‘em win.”

“I know,” Warriors said quietly.

The dragon still in Warriors’ scarf finally poked his head out, and crept along Warriors’ arm, nose twitching as he stared at Legend. Legend opened his eyes again, and the two of them watched each other in silence.

“Made a friend?” Legend rasped, and Warriors hummed, reaching a few fingers through the bars to just barely brush Legend’s tank.

“Yeah. He mostly initiated it though. Poor little thing is terrified,” he replied, watching the dragon settle down on his arm. “And before you ask, I can understand him a little, but not everything.” Warriors had gotten as far as getting him to say something vaguely like his name, but that was really it.

“Any idea how he got here?” Legend asked, and Warriors shrugged, the dragon still watching Legend with his bright green eyes.

“He can’t talk that much. Probably the same way we did, more or less. But... I’m thinking he might actually help get us out of here, if I can figure out everything he can do,” Warriors said with a small smile. Legend hummed, and shakily moved forward a bit, resting his head against the side of the tank around where Warriors’ fingers brushed.

“I’ll let... you plan, then,” Legend murmured, and closed his eyes again.

“And you rest. Sounds good,” Warriors replied softly.

Legend didn’t say anything else, and Warriors kept his fingers on the glass until his breathing evened out, and he knew the younger hero was asleep. He drew back with a sigh, leaning his back against the bars again, and the little dragon moved to his lap, still watching Legend.

“You hear that little guy?” Warriors said softly, running a hand over his head. “I’m going to think of a plan to get us all out of here.”

“Ink,” the dragon chirped in agreement, nestling up to his shirt.

Warriors sighed again as the little dragon closed his eyes, and while the more scaly prisoners slept, Warriors thought and planned, all to the sound of tiny snores and raspy breathing.

[coffeeghoulie]

after midnight

late nights in Dew and Aether's nest.

Explicit, 1.9k. Contains a sleepy handjob, aftercare, and just gross domestic fluff.

this was supposed to be a quick little thing to take my mind off of things and it turned into four pages. just how it goes lmao.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

Dew takes great pride in keeping his hearth warm. Aether's vessel doesn't run anywhere near as warm as his does, nose and fingertips and toes freezing when he gets into bed.

"Long day, starshine?" Dew whispers, curling up against his mate's side. Aether groans softly, stretching as he settles into their bedding. Their scents are baked into the sheets. This is theirs. His arm curls around Dew's shoulders, pulling him flush to his side.

"Not really, but still glad it's over," he says, turning to look at Dew. His eyes glow soft and purple in the low light of their room, the worn fabric of his sleep shirt soft under Dew's cheek. "Glad I'm here."

Dew cracks a smile, hooks a thigh over Aether's hip in an attempt to get closer. "Where you're meant to be," Dew hums, smile curling a little possessively. He presses his face into the crook of his neck, rubbing his cheek over his matescar for a moment.

"Yeah, where I'm meant to be," Aether laughs softly, and Dew feels it more than he hears it. He yawns, almost cat-like with the way it bares his fangs, glinting in the low light, and settles more firmly into the crook of Aether's arm.

Dew trills contentedly when Aether's tail winds around his own, hand heavy and solid against the small of his back. He slings his own arm over Aether's chest, feels his heart beat under his palm, takes a deep, shuddering breath of ozone and the faintest bit of antiseptic.

Their bodies press together like magnets, the matebond between them like a compass needle; Dew'll always be able to find his way home by it. Not that he ever wants to be far from his mate. Not willingly. But he knows, if it ever happens again, he'll know exactly how to return to Aether's side.

"Love you," Aether yawns. It bares his fangs, thick and sharp and dangerous, inches from Dew's face. Anyone else would flinch instinctively. But Dew purrs, rubs his cheek against Aether's collarbone.

"You too," he whispers. They float in a haze between sleep and wakefulness, and Dew's entire world reduces down to the careful arrangement of bedding that makes up their hearth. He is safe, his mate is warm and content, and they can indulge in sloth and rest until they're sated.

Dew's not quite sure when his eyes open next. The room is still dark and warm. His head rises and falls where he's using Aether's chest as the most comfortable pillow. There's something half hard pressed against his shin, where his leg is hooked over Aether's hip. He isn't sure what wakes him, but the low, budding scent of Aether's arousal is a likely suspect.

"Aeth," Dew hums, soft, careful not to break the peaceful little bubble they find themselves in.

"Mm?" Aether says, voice low and rumbly in his chest. His eyes don't open, but his hips press up slightly into Dew's.

"You want some help?" Dew offers, rubbing his cheek against his collarbone, worrying at the fabric of his shirt.

Aether turns to face him. Slow and still heavy with sleep, it takes effort. But those violet eyes crack open, peering down at him and glowing in the darkness. "Never gonna say no to you, darling."

Dew smiles, lazy and fond, and shifts until his face is pressed into the crook of Aether's neck. His hand, still resting over Aether's chest, trails down until it reaches the hem of his shirt. He cards his fingers through the coarse hair covering Aether's belly.

Aether groans as his hand teases downward, head rolling back into the pillows of their hearth with a soft groan. Dew just smiles, rucks up the hem of his shirt. "'m not gonna be mean, Aeth," he whispers into the column of his throat.

He wills his magick to his palm, raising the temperature slightly as he plucks at the waistband of Aether's boxers. His head presses further back into the pillows with a rumbling moan, baring his throat as he lifts his hips just enough for Dew to pull them down to his thighs.

The groan Dew pulls from Aether's lips when he wraps his warm hand around his half hard length is music to his ears. He presses his mouth to the column of his throat as he starts to stroke him, pressing soft kisses to his pulse. In any other situation, the pace Dew sets would easily be considered teasing. But here it's perfect, warm and slow and just enough to let the pleasure build like the tide coming in.

"Mm, fuck," Aether rumbles, low and quiet. Dew nuzzles at his jaw, thumb teasing at his slit to smear the pre beading there down his shaft. It's enough to smooth his strokes, and Aether groans again at the slide.

"That's it, starshine," Dew mumbles, breathing in Aether's scent, thick on the roof of his mouth. "Just want you to feel good, lemme take care of you like you take care of me."

Aether twitches in Dew's hand at his words, fingertip tracing the prominent vein along the side. Dew bites his lip, feeling himself start to perk up in interest, but he ignores it to listen to the way Aether's moans are broken up by soft chuffs. He pulls Dew a little closer to his side, hand fisted at the small of his back and holding onto his tank top. "Dewey," he breathes, eyes struggling to stay open as he looks at him.

"I've gotcha, big guy," Dew hums, feeling the purr start to kick up at the base of his throat. His other hand worms under Aether's head, just holding, blunt claws scratching lightly at the nape of his neck.

Aether chuffs louder, going completely boneless and relaxed. Just how Dew wants him. He relaxes so quickly that if it weren't for Aether's groans, Dew would have thought he'd fallen asleep on him.

Not that he'd blame him. It's been a long day, and it's late. Dew scratches at the nape of his neck just to hear him chuff louder.

"Just feel good f'me," Dew purrs, soft and low. Aether nods a little, violet eyes squeezed shut.

Dew startles a little when something touches his tail, but he almost whines when he realizes it's Aether's own wrapping around his. He strokes him a little faster, gives him a little more pressure.

The hand on the small of Dew's back moves up his spine until Aether has his fingers tangled in Dew's hair. He doesn't pull or tug, hand big enough to cup the entire back of his head. Dew purrs loudly, leg still hitched over Aether's.

"Fuck, darling," Aether groans when Dew twists his wrist just right at the tip of his cock. Dew smiles, leans up to press his forehead to Aether's. So close they breathe the same air.

"Yeah, that's it," Dew whispers. "Just feel good, baby."

Aether nods, their horns clicking together with the motion. "M'close," he admits, and Dew snakes his hand down even further to cup his balls for a moment, feels them start to draw up to his body.

"Like this?" Dew asks, lips brushing over his as he resumes his slow, lazy strokes. "Or do you want more? Anything you want."

Aether shakes his head, fingers tightening slightly in Dew's cornsilk fine hair. "Just want you, love," he whispers, the faintest furrow appearing in his brow, fangs sinking into his swollen bottom lip.

"You have me," Dew promises, eyes not leaving Aether's face. Drinks in every detail. Watches his nose scrunch up just a little before the pleasure makes his face go lax. His cock pulses in Dew's hands, cum splattering over his knuckles and the thick hair coating his belly.

Dew works him through it, savors every shiver and huff of breath until Aether's fingers tighten almost to the point of pain in his hair. His cock gives one last twitch, sticky and wet with release, and slowly begins to soften.

Aether just breathes, chest heaving, holding Dew close as he comes down. Dew makes no move to pull away, just ducks his head down to press his lips to Aether's pulse once again. He feels it hammering, blood and quintessence moving throughout his body, before slowly start to come back to its baseline.

They stay there, wrapped in each other's embrace, until Aether's cum starts to cool and dry, sticky and unpleasant. Dew lets go of Aether's dick, letting it rest against his hip, and starts to pull back from his embrace.

Aether makes a wounded noise, eyes flying open. "Nope, stay," he tries to persuade, a little quintessence seeping from where his fingers still touch Dew.

Dew shakes it off, laughing softly. "I'll be right back, you big softy. Don't wanna leave you all messy."

"Oh, come on," Aether grins mischievously. "Just the other day you said you wanted to-"

"Ah!" Dew cuts him off, laughing as he climbs out of their hearth. "None of that. Be right back."

He ducks into the bathroom to wet a washcloth, calling on his magick again to make it a comfortable temperature. Just as quick as he left, he's back, standing over Aether sprawled out in their hearth.

Aether's eyes open sluggishly, twin points of violet in the dark. When he sees Dew, his fingers twitch like he's trying to make grabby hands, too exhausted to put in the whole effort. "See?" Dew says as he starts to clean up the mess he made. "Said I'd be right back."

Aether chuffs softly, fingers still twitching as Dew cleans him up, pulling his boxers up and the hem of his shirt back down. "Thank you, darling," he mumbles, well on his way back to sleep. Dew just smiles, staring at him. It's nice to see him relaxed and sated like this.

He throws the washcloth in the general direction of their hamper and crawls back into their hearth. Dew presses a kiss to Aether's cheek before curling up against his side once again.

Aether pulls him close with one strong arm, the other reaching down to where Dew sits half hard against his own hip. Dew swats him away lightly. "'m alright, starshine," he murmurs, watching Aether struggle to stay awake. "Return the favor some other time."

Aether chuckles, fights to keep his eyes open as he stares down at Dew. "You sure, baby?"

Dew gives him another kiss on the cheek. He reaches up to trail a fingertip down the bridge of Aether's nose. Huffs a soft little laugh as Aether's eyes cross when he follows it. "I'm sure, Aeth," he says, settling happily into the crook of his arm and purring up a storm.

It's not long before sleep takes Aether in its hold once again, chest rising and falling deep and even. Dew, selfishly, stays awake a little while longer, just to watch. Aether's peaceful like this. Relaxed and warm and safe in the hearth that Dew made for him.

Dew shifts until his head is tucked under Aether's chin, mindful of his horns. Like this, he can hear Aether's heartbeat, steady just like him. Dew smiles, purring as he gets comfortable, and lets himself follow Aether to sleep.

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 28 : fantasy

[deoidesign]

Been thinking about her recently.

[vikdec4i]

"i love vikdecai, they're so cute together"

also my image of vikdecai:

📀 now playing: no children - the mountain goats

[gooperts-gunk]

im so crazy over the tragedy of everything q!bbh does being under a demon pretense even though he's a fallen angel.

do u think he just accepts the demon label because it's easier. do u think he believes it too, and catches himself in his thoughts with "oh, right. im not exactly that". and maybe he believes that he did this to himself? do u think what he did was to protect himself or someone? no matter the fall, he still has so much kindness to give and his brain just isn't wired the way a natural-born demon would be, he can't hold back instincts when time demands it, maybe that's why he fell in the first place.

and when he's finally bad, not good, it's treated like the end of the world, without empathy on why he would act out. do you think this keeps happening? the same scenario, multiple times, every timeline? he has to be used to it. so he has to take it in stride. he's good until he lashes out under extreme pressure, and suddenly he's called demon. and once again he's what heaven made him out to be. what he made himself to be, his brain would ruthlessly provide...

i don't think he wants to be that, though he hides secrets behind secrets of which neither identity is a home... but i don't think he wants to have to change, either. and i don't think that's wrong of him.

...you collapse atlantis ONE TIME and all of a sudden YOU'RE the bad guy and SURE it was FUN but REALLY now,--

[skymantle]

not shipping something subtextual? alright whatever

not shipping it because a wildly popular INACCURATE fan theory says the characters are related? annoying.

not shipping it because you believe (falsely) that they're related + claiming there's no subtext when the crux of the series is the relationship? DIE.

[buriedinmyownfeelings]

I guess this is just a weekly thing now

Just when I think I couldn’t love them more something like this happens

[thegreatyin]

rip my heart out and shoot it, why don't you???

at least it makes for a great mantlepiece item!

[stoner3456]

how it feels to be so hyperfixated on a character/ship to the point where I associate EVERYTHING with them and die inside every single time

[kyouka-supremacy]

I fucked up

[finniestoncrane]

what i wouldn't give

[sol-arium126]

STILL THINKING ABOUT THEM HOLDING HANDS

[potatobugz]

Chapter 2 is out!

[katyspersonal]

Regarding previous post about disco horse: I really appreciate that everyone is actually talking for once, but a kind of jab happened on my mental health so I have to step away. It isn't from this post, but the reason is sort of connected

Again, I personally find no problems with the DLC except for how Radahn ship came from nowhere and can justify how that comes. But regardless of how many things anyone else dislikes about the DLC: you are valid to hate it as much as you want, but when you start insulting people who loved/accepted/justified the DLC as "media illiterate fromsoft dickriders who keeps coping even after the honeymoon phase passed" and variation I draw the line. There are many ways where other fans can find reason where you didn't and there is potential in new lore that you won't use. Absurd how some people are still willing to support illusory narrative that Radahn Redditor simps are the "worst" part of the fandom when not even at their most arrogant and annoying they can dream to reach HALF of the toxicity cultish Miquella/Malenia fans have, over the awful crime of having different readings, opinions and priorities.

And yes, I know it is inevitable that Tumblr and Twitter fans WOULD make a moral/intellectual/maturity contest out of how people feel about the DLC (🤡🤡🤡), but it hurts when people I actually don't want to butt heads with who start to approve of this mentality. Like, okay cool. Wallow in your elitist toxic pool of Ledas while we, "pathetic dickriders" go and "cope" somewhere else, hope everyone is more comfortable this way 🤦‍♂️ I am tired of getting hurt through endless passive aggression and I have my limits. It is just always hurtful to finally rip the bandage, even IF it is to the better. I need a hiatus for a longer time, albeit for a different reason now

[tojiscrack]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! ♥️ u deserve everything and anything in the world!!

i’m inverting sisnsisbshs

thank you pookie biscuit 🤭