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deityoftherain · 26 days ago

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threats of pain and love - Joel/Scar Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: M/M

Archive Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,010

Summary:

Joel had warned him to not get distracted and to stay safe, but Scar couldn’t help it! The world they lived in was just so magical, so spectacular, so… a-may-zing! How could he not get lost and a little not-super-aware of threats when he was surrounded by the magnificent artistry of the gods’ work?

...he was bleeding though, so that may be a bit of a problem.

I wrote this for @kaije224 through the @mcyt-yaoi-exchange !

Full fanfic underneath the cut! Please reblog, leave kudos on the AO3 fic slash notes/likes here on Tumblr, comment either place, and etc if you enjoy the story :D

Little creatures fluttered and pranced around, scurrying across the forest floor as they did whatever they were up to. Wind whistled through the trees and weaved its way through Scar’s long, brown hair. The various earrings that dangled from his pointed ears sounded like wind chimes, playing their beautiful melody as they clung together. The sequoia trees towered above him, reaching towards the heavens at a height far above what most mortals could hope to reach.

Contentment settled in Scar’s bare chest as he breathed in the fresh air. It was so peaceful out here. He often dragged Joel from his projects, insisting they take a break to walk through nature. Joel didn’t care for their walks deep in the forest the same way Scar did, but that was to be expected. Their appreciation and love of the outdoors didn’t come from the same places, but that was okay.

Scar was a nature elf, after all. He has spent his life communing with the spirits that dwelled within the earth, fostering a proper relationship. Joel was a wolf hybrid who had to scavenge the woods and hunt for survival. He didn’t have time to stop and smell the roses growing up when he wasn’t sure when his next meal would be. Though there for different reasons, nature provided, caring for those who asked for sanctuary.

Their differences didn’t bother Scar. In fact, they excited him. Thrilled him, even. Differences in opinion only led to passionate discussion and rambling to one another deep into the night. In fact, Joel could denounce the wild, the landscape he grew up in, and stay close to the villages, and Scar would still love him.

Luckily though, Joel hadn’t become that jaded and cold to the world, clear by the residence they held. Scar recalled the day they started working away at their fixer-upper cottage, and the determination that shone in Joel’s eyes as Scar taught him how to properly grow the necessary herbs and plants in their raised garden beds. Having the ingredients on hand instead of having to forage allowed Joel to practice his potion-making (and other magical recipes) skills more frequently. He was getting really good!

Scar loved how Joel would indulge him and his various infodumps, even adding his own tidbits and experiences to their discussion. He loved how protective Joel was of those he thought of as his. He loved how Joel’s tail would wag like a dog when he was particularly pleased. He loved how Joel’s face would go all red, steam practically coming out of his ears as he went off on another fervent tangent. Scar loved Joel for all of his qualities, flaws and all.

Scar grinned wide at the thought of his boyfriend waiting for him to return home. He quickened his pace, only to be reminded as to why he was traveling so slow.

A high-pitched cry of pain barely had time to grow in his throat before its power was projected to the world. His legs were shaky to walk with on a good day, and that was when he wasn’t actively bleeding from his stomach.

Oh yeah, the blood. He was stabbed. By bandits. Right.

Scar grimaced, pressing his blood-stained shirt harder against the wound. The added pressure made him wince, but he powered forward. The fabric was drenched all the way through, sticky and scarlet red, coating his hand in the process.

His head was starting to feel light from the blood loss, his senses seeming to dull. Scar wasn’t sure how much longer he could hobble along the path, using the cane he hastily formed from a relatively young tree’s discarded branch. It was lucky he could summon nature magic for aid, because he wasn’t sure he would have made it this far without support otherwise.

Those fuckers took my cane, too, Scar huffed bitterly. It was high quality too! I could have made a pretty coin off of it if I wasn’t using it myself!

Scar doubted the thieves that took it, along with his satchel of foraged items and a pouch of gold, understood its value like he did. They would probably sell it for cheap, thinking it was just another cane. He doubted they would even notice the particularly sculpted engravings that Scar spent hours on! Hours he would never get back, practically given away by a gang of honorless bandits. Honestly! Who would stab and then steal the cane of a disabled man? Those assholes, apparently! The more he thought about it, the more offended Scar was at the whole ordeal.

Anger simmered in his stomach, creasing his brow and rumbling in his throat. Scar wasn’t sure where he was going to put the righteous rage that swiftly grew to a boil. The stench of his own blood consumed his sense of scent, the fumes irritating his tear ducts.

…

Perhaps he was just crying. Huh. When had that started, again?

“Scar?” a shrill cry reached his ears, loud enough to be heard over the ringing against his skill. He knew that cry anywhere. Joel. Scar almost collapsed in relief, but he refused to go down just yet. “Blummin’ hell, Scar! What happened? And why are you shirtless? Gods above, what am I going to do with you? I thought I told you to stay safe, you stupid, beautiful idiot!” “You could ‘ive me a kiss?” Scar replied cheekily, though a tad disoriented. “Since I’m so pret-tay.”

��Let me stop the bleeding first, and we’ll see how the night takes us,” Joel retorted, dismissing the flirting for later, but not denying it entirely.

That’s my Joel. Scar beamed, the tips of his ears pinkening. At least, he was fairly sure he beamed. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if his face was responding to his commands properly. What am I doing again?

Scar stumbled forward, trying to make it just a bit further before his legs gave out. His boyfriend rushed to his aid, and Scar collapsed into his arms just as he was close enough to touch.

Joel grunted with the effort of catching the taller elf, straining his muscles to prevent Scar from hitting the ground at the awkward angle his body contorted in. The wolf hybrid shifted Scar in his hold, somehow rough and gentle at the same time.

“I like how you manhandle me,” Scar commented casually, voice innocent of any possible implications.

Joel rolled his eyes as if in annoyance, but the breathy laugh that accompanied it was more than enough evidence Scar needed to know Joel wasn’t truly upset with him. Displeased that he got himself into trouble, most likely, but not angered. “I get that a lot.”

Scar giggled, eyelids fluttering close as the world felt farther away. The rumbling in his chest didn’t go away, though he wasn’t sure if it was the shock or the delirium setting in. He was too far gone to register Joel’s movement, nor try to dissect what he was doing. Careful, paw-like hands explored his bare skin, only the faintest brushing of claws confirming that the hands belonged to Joel.

He wasn’t sure if he had gone unconscious or not, but the next thing he recalled was the rim of a potion bottle being pressed to his lips. Whatever was inside slowly trinkled into his mouth, draining down his throat.

“There you go, Scar,” Joel coached softly. “I know it tastes like rubbish, but you gotta swallow it all. It’ll help you feel better, there you go.”

Scar groaned, scrunching his nose at the taste. He hadn’t had this concoction before, but he swallowed it obediently anyway. Eventually, Joel removed the bottle from his lips, murmuring more praise about how good he’s done. Scar felt a little floaty as the potion worked his magic, high off of blood loss and Joel’s praise. It wasn’t often Joel would be so direct with his compliments. He usually disguised how much he cared in affectionate insults, not that Scar was bothered by them.

“That’s a new one,” Scar murmured, squinting to try and peer through his eyelashes. “Did you learn a new recipe just for me? Aww, you shouldn’t have. You must loveeee meeee…”

“No, I didn’t,” Joel scoffed, but Scar saw right through him. He totally did. “Shut up.”

“I love you too,” Scar quipped joyfully, reaching up to play with Joel’s wolf-like ear. He scratched his fingers in Joel’s brown, green-streaked hair and behind his ear.

Joel tried to smother the needy whine that shuttered through his vocal cords, flicking his ears back while his tail’s swaying picked up speed. Scar slowly migrated his touch down the side of Joel’s face until he was cupping his cheek. His strength was already returning to him, and the wound on his stomach didn’t feel nearly as bad. He could still feel it, sure, but it was more like a giant, annoying bug bite than a gaping wound.

Scar brushed his thumb against Joel’s cheek briefly, before letting his hand fall down to the front of Joel’s kimono. He was very grateful for his returning strength as he used the collar of Joel’s kimono to pull him down toward him.

Joel yelped as he fell into Scar, throwing out his arms to catch himself and make sure he didn’t cause any damage to himself or Scar. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died on his tongue as Scar closed the space between them. Joel allowed himself to be shut up, leaning into the give and take of the kiss.

A happy buzz spread throughout Scar’s veins as if he were drunk on Joel’s lips. By the time they parted, they both were gasping for air. Scar ran his tongue against the sensitive, mildly sore dents of his lower lip, courtesy of Joel’s fangs.

Joel took their time apart to scoot closer to Scar, halfway curling himself around his lover. He pressed a kiss against the edge of Scar’s mouth before peppering more affection toward his jawline, then his neck, then his collarbone…

“Don’t worry me like that again,” Joel threatened airily between each kiss, “or I will kill you myself.”

“You know I can’t promise that.” Scar was crafty, skilled with the power of deception and sweet talking his way out of any situation, but that didn’t mean he wished to lie to his boyfriend. Far from it, actually.

“I know,” Joel grunted, abandoning the trail of kisses. Instead, he nuzzled his face into the crevice at the base of Scar’s neck. He threw his arm over Scar’s chest, careful to avoid the injury on his stomach, and entangled his leg with Scar’s. There was a faint growl to his tone, adding a sense of danger that would strike fear in most people, but Scar wasn’t most people. “You’re lucky I love you too much, otherwise I would tear you to shreds. Eat you for lunch. My love is your only saving grace, ya hear? You better be grateful.”

“Very,” Scar agreed cheerfully, unbothered by Joel’s empty threats. “Very grateful, honest!”

Joel huffed, a puff of air warming Scar’s neck, but he didn’t otherwise say anything. Scar let his eyes flutter close again as he hummed a tune to whatever song managed to get stuck in his head this time. Healing potions could take a lot out of him, exhaustion weighing on his eyes and limbs. Scar allowed himself to be led into dreamland, comfortable and content with where he was. All in all, Scar believed that today was a good day, even if he was still upset about his stolen cane. Any day that included Scar snuggling up with his wonderful boyfriend for a nap was a good day, in his opinion.

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