Hi, can you continue the dragon fic?
Whether you continue it or don’t, I also wanted to say that I love your fics!
I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST THAT I AM SO SORRY
This is the last part btw
Part 1 Part 2
Soap fed Ghost breakfast. He was finally getting some weight back. His wings were much heavier than Soap realized so he had quickly upped his food, trying to keep him well fed at all times. Ghost would choke down what he could, finally able to get more than a few pieces of bread down.
Soap looked at him gently, holding Ghost’s cheek again. Ghost had also finally learned to accept the touch. Soap tried to keep himself in check about it as well, but Ghost was… fucking there. Again.
“Come on. Few more bites, yeah?”
Ghost glared at him a little but took a few more bites of meat from between Soap’s fingers.
“Of course, My King.”
“Simon.”
“Ghost.”
“Simon.” Soap repeated. “You don’t have to call me that.” He ran his fingers through Ghost’s hair, not to touch this time, just to fix it out of his face. “You’re freezing.”
Ghost shrugged and looked away.
“How does a hot bath sound? Try to heat you back up.” Soap smiled at him. His worry was clear. It’s why Ghost had a hard time staying mad at him.
“It would help. No real point though. It won’t hurt me to be like this.” It just hurt and made him feel empty and sluggish.
Soap shook his head. “You’re not comfortable. I want to make sure you feel alright.” He got up and Ghost expected him to order a servant to do it. Instead he fixed the bath himself, setting a fire underneath the tub so the water would heat up faster. It was close to boiling and the idea of sinking down into it was… Very appealing.
Ghost shook his head slowly. “I shouldn’t.”
“Si-….. Ghost. Get in the bath.” Soap said it gently and Ghost finally listened. He sank in until he was fully submerged.
Heat. Visceral and hot and life giving. It swarmed around him. Far too hot to be comfortable for a human, otherwise he was sure Johnny would follow him. He stayed down there as long as he could before coming back up for air.
Soap gently started to comb through Ghost’s hair. He was careful not to touch the water.
Ghost reluctantly relaxed into the water again. It felt so nice.
Once he was done, he was given a robe that was a little too small but wrapped around him at least. He felt weirdly taken care of.
Soap continued to dote on him even after he got out. He gently rebandaged each wound and kissed over the bandages. Ghost was a slave to his whims. Soft and pliant. Something dead had taken over. Crawled into his ribs and pushed out what he was previously.
Soap kissed his forehead and brought him back to bed. “Lay on your stomach for me.”
Ghost did as he was told, eyes closing. Warm hands touched over his wings, checking every inch for breaks or wounds. Once he was satisfied they were fine, he gave Ghost a kiss on the forehead before laying next to him. Not touching this time.
Ghost moved so his head was on Soap’s chest. He curled up a little so he’d seem smaller.
“Simon.” Johnny whispered against his hair. “Simon…. Simon….” He repeated it like a prayer. Gentle and soothing.
Ghost went limp and fell asleep.
His time mostly passed the same way. Soap doted on him. Anytime Ghost managed to ask for something, Soap would get it.
A fire? Of course. Gold jewelry for the start of a hoard? Absolutely. Soap’s undying love and loyalty? He didn’t ask for it but he certainly had it.
A king was on his knees for him. Soap was fixing his clothes and had sank down so he could do so. He then tied Ghost’s shoes, pressing his cheek against his thigh while he did. It was unnecessary, Ghost was fully able to do that, but Soap insisted. He kissed Ghost’s fingertips gently before double checking him once more.
“Alright. You’re good to go outside.”
Ghost nodded and slowly followed him. He was well dressed now. There was enough to cover all of his skin which was good.
Soap led him down the halls of his castle and introduced him to people. To different servants and knights and others. All of whom treated him with an intense amount of respect. Most wouldn’t meet his eyes, as if he could somehow smite them. Right now he could barely make a spark so that wasn’t going to happen.
They didn’t touch him either and their eyes lingered on the way Soap held his hand or his arm or just in general kept him close.
It was unnerving. But Ghost assumed he would get used to it like everything else.
Soap tugged him outside into the sun. The gardens were completely abandoned so he was safe to do what he wanted, according to Soap.
“Stretch out. Maybe try flapping your wings. I want to get you back to normal.”
Ghost flapped his wings once. Twice. He gave up. It hurt. His wings were really heavy.
Soap smiled. “Great job! Do you want to walk with me?”
Ghost followed him around the place. His muscles were unhappy with the sudden movement but he was tired of staying in bed all the time. The bed was definitely an improvement from the floor though.
The company didn’t hurt either. Soap had been growing on him lately.
Johnny. Johnny had been growing on him lately.
“The clouds.”
Soap paused whatever he was doing to glance at Ghost, looking excited at the prospect of him speaking. “Yes?”
“I wish they did feel like cotton. It would be nicer.”
Soap nodded. “Yeah. They were freezing.”
“Can’t wait to see them again.”
“Will you take me up there?”
Ghost paused and looked at Johnny. “Yeah. I will.”
Soap smiled at him and just stared. Unnerving. Too soft. Too nice.
Simon kissed him. Carefully. Johnny felt warm against his skin.
“Hello Simon. It’s nice to see you again.”
“I called for you. When I left. I tried to stay.”
Johnny grabbed his hand gently and squeezed it. “It wasn’t your fault Love. I promise.”
Simon leaned into him, drinking it in. The warmth. The smell of flowers. Everything. Especially Johnny.
“Going to take care of you. Make sure nothing like this ever happens again.”
Simon melted into him fully. He purred loudly and rubbed his cheek against Soap’s like a giant cat. “Missed you so much… So very, very much.”
Soap pulled back and started to kiss him again. Feverish and desperate. “Simon. Simon. Should’ve never left that day. Should’ve taken you home.”
Just like before. Little flames leaking off of Simon’s body. Setting flame to the grass around them. Never touching Johnny’s skin though.
They circled them and flickered as Johnny encouraged Simon to kiss him however much he wanted. Let them both fall to the floor and melt into each other.
Simon finally felt warm again.
