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she/her — david shaw whore

[ryleyz]

David notices it before he even fully processes it.

The room is dim when he walks in, the low lamp casting a soft glow across the bed and then his eyes land on you.

And he stops.

You’re already under the covers, propped slightly against the pillows, wearing one of his shirts, far too big on you and his boxers. The sleeves fall past your hands, the collar slipping just enough at your shoulder to make it… distracting.

Comfortable. Soft.

Completely his.

“Angel,” he says quietly.

You glance up, a little shy at the way he’s staring. “Hi.”

He doesn’t move for a second.

Just takes you in.

There’s something about it that gets him every time , not because it’s revealing, but because it’s you in his things. Waiting for him. Comfortable enough to make yourself at home in everything that belongs to him.

“…You do this on purpose,” he murmurs finally, stepping closer.

You frown slightly. “Do what?”

“Wear my clothes like that.”

You glance down at yourself, then back up. “They’re comfy.”

“Mm.”

He reaches the edge of the bed, one hand coming to rest lightly on your ankle under the covers, thumb brushing slow, absent circles.

“You look too good in them,” he says quietly.

You feel your face warm a little, shifting slightly under his gaze. “It’s just a shirt.”

“It’s not just a shirt.”

There’s no teasing in his voice now.

Just something low. Fond. A little undone.

You tuck your hands into the sleeves, suddenly aware of how closely he’s looking at you.

“You’re staring,” you mumble.

“I know.”

He doesn’t stop.

Instead, he climbs onto the bed, moving toward you until he’s close enough that his presence fills the space entirely. One hand comes up, brushing gently along your arm, fingers catching slightly in the oversized fabric.

“I come home,” he says, voice softer now, “and you’re in our bed, wearing my clothes, waiting for me.”

Your heart stutters slightly.

“I wasn’t waiting,” you lie weakly.

He raises an eyebrow.

You crack immediately. “…Okay, maybe a little.”

He huffs a quiet laugh, leaning in just enough that his forehead brushes yours.

“I like it,” he admits.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His hand slides gently to your waist, pulling you a little closer without effort.

“Feels like you’re mine,” he adds, not possessive in a harsh way just certain. Grounded.

You soften instantly, leaning into him.

“I am yours.”

That makes something in his expression shift.

Warmer. Softer.

He presses a slow kiss to your temple, then your cheek, lingering just slightly longer than usual.

“You always look good,” he murmurs. “But this… this is my favourite.”

You smile shyly, hiding your face briefly against his shoulder.

“Because it’s your clothes?”

“Because it’s you,” he corrects.

His arms wrap around you properly then, pulling you down into the bed with him, tucking you against his chest like he always does.

And even after the lights go out, his hand stays resting at your waist like he’s still thinking about it.

[blueberrymuffinpuffin]

what do you think was going through vincent’s head when lovely was turned? 

when he saw them get picked up by that shade, their body going limp as their life was drained out of them. was there a moment, a horrible split second where he thought he was too late? 

then he was cradling them, trying so hard to heal them, but it wasn’t working. he learned healing magic to help them, so that he could heal them like he couldn’t after adam. but it didn’t matter, because there was nothing he could do. sam said they didn’t have long, and he could see it. he could feel their muscles getting weaker by the second, see the focus and clarity in their eyes dimming ever so slightly. the love of his life dying in his arms. 

now they had to make the choice between death and eternal life. even in a situation as dire as this one, he was determined to give them the choice he didn’t have. selfishly, he was internally begging, pleading for them to agree. he couldn’t live forever without them by his side. every cell in his body was screaming at him to just do it, just turn them, save his love. but he couldn’t, wouldn’t, unless they wanted it too. 

and they do want it. the relief that flooded him was intense, but snuffed out quickly when he’s pulled back into the reality of the situation. he doesn’t even know where to begin. sam tells him, his body knows how. blood for blood. so he bites into his own wrist, putting the wound against lovely’s mouth, telling them to drink. 

and as they’re drinking blood for the first time in what’s about to be an eternity of surviving off of it, he takes a moment, just one moment, to look at them. to look into their eyes, trying to memorize the exact color, knowing this was the last time he’d ever see them. then the moment ended, all too soon, and then he was biting them, draining them, tasting their blood for the final time. 

then it was over. 

they were unconscious, their body exhausted from the transformation. he held them in the underground until sam called him to fight again. their heartbeat was the same, that distinct rhythm he knew like the back of his hand. but their scent was different. it was still them just, different. 

his body didn’t yearn for their blood anymore. that unconscious pull to feed he’d felt in the back of his mind every moment since meeting them was gone. it was still lovely, still his lovely, but it felt so wrong. there was a new pull though, a new bond, an  unconscious connection to them. his progeny. his partner. 

then the ward fell, and he could take them home. he laid them on their shared bed, tucked them in under the covers. he didn’t want to leave their side, but he had to go find william. even still, it almost physically hurt to pull himself away from the bedside, to leave them alone for even a few very necessary minutes. 

then he was asking, begging will to take away his ability to invoke them. he never would, of course he never would. but he knows what it’s like, to be aware that somebody could. he feels it with william, despite knowing will wouldn’t invoke him, hadn’t invoked him unless it was a last resort, he still felt it. that little voice in the back of his mind reminding him that william could. that he only had agency so long as william allowed it. his stomach turned at the thought of lovely feeling that way about him. 

then he was back at their bedside, staring at their sleeping form, waiting for them to wake up. he wanted to run his fingers through their hair, to soothe them, to soothe him, but he felt hesitant to touch them. he felt like he’d already done more than enough. their life had been a rollercoaster ever since he’d carelessly walked into it. he didn’t want to hurt them more than he already had. 

then they shifted just slightly, and their eyes opened. silver and red, just like his. he knew their eyes would be different, but it still felt surreal to see it. some part of him, some illogical, irrational part, was still expecting to see the eyes he knew. 

he began speaking, rambling, trying desperately to comfort them, to get them to understand it wouldn’t feel like this forever. he knew first hand what they were experiencing and his heart ached for them. they held his hand as he spoke, grip far tighter than they would’ve been capable of just hours before, when they were still human. he held back just as tightly, wanting to ground them, wanting to keep them at his side. 

they kissed softly, but their lips were firm. strong, like his. there was a new solidness to them. to their body as he laid down beside them to hold them. their movements were jerky, trying not to move too fast. their arms around him squeezing too tight, unaware of how to control their newfound strength. he didn’t mind. he would be content if they never let him go again.

they had forever now, didn’t they? 

[chimckenns]

There are times when David doesn’t want to wake up. When he wants to keep dreaming.

Because dreams are where they are.

They’ve been gone for a month now. David has yet to find a way forward.

His mind sees them wherever he goes. Their smile while they watch him in the kitchen. Their teary eyes when they cling to him while watching a sad movie. Their warmth when they nuzzle into his chest as they slept.

But his body forces him to face the truth. His eyes see nothing but empty space. His hands feel nothing but coldness. His core doesn’t light up anymore.

The only way he can see and feel them is through his dreams.

And god does he have vivid dreams. He doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.

He feels them, smells them, touches them. They’re always smiling. And when they do, the world falls away. He forgets what reality is like.

Every dream starts with Angel waking up in his arms, beaming at his face. They cup his cheeks and bring his forehead to theirs and whisper their love for him. Perhaps this is a manifestation of what David desires the most, hence the repetitive events.

But he doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care if it’s not real. He’d rather keep dreaming if it means he can see them again.

“Davey?”

Their voice brings him back.

“You seem… far away. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Angel.” He gathers them back in his arms, burying his face in the crook of their neck. “I’m right here. If you’re with me then I’m happy.”

“Me too. I don’t ever want to leave you.”

He ignores the pang in his heart at their words.

But all dreams come to an end, no matter how long you close your eyes.

The sun still rises.

The clock still turns.

Life moves on.

If Gabe can do it, then so can David.

But just for a little longer…

David doesn’t want to wake up.

Not yet.

[miffikun]

haircut — david & angel fluff

david gets a haircut for the first time in many months, but the barber cuts it shorter than he anticipated. like, way shorter. suddenly he’s all panicked, worried if angel would hate it, or for some reason be upset over it. this big, bulky, six-foot-something man is sweating, heart pounding as he drives home, reviewing all of the possible reactions that could come out his mate.

obviously, they’d love him either way. they both changed a lot since their first meeting (in all aspects). still, he didn’t know a person could get him this flustered, this nervous. but there they were, sitting peacefully at the other side of the door.

he finally unlocks the door, anxiously tugging down his bangs, hoping that they’d grow longer somehow. angel turns from their spot on the couch when they hear his keys jingle, eyes still fixed on the switch between their fingers.

“hey dav-” they greet, eyes going wide. they stare dumbly at man at the door, ignoring how his shoulders cutely hunch, and the way he rubs the back of his neck bashfully.

angel doesn’t notice how nervous he is (if they did, they’d be teasing him brutally). instead, they were focused on how good he looks. his face is brighter, his cheekbones and jawline more visible than ever before. his thick eyebrows are also more noticeable, making him look more stoic and mature (in the best way possible).

the wolf clears his throat, “…d-does it look okay..?”

“okay?! oh my god, you look so good, davey!” they praise as they leap out of their seat to him, eyes scanning him all over. he sighs as their delicate fingers find the back of his head, now more exposed than before.

“yeah? i thought he went way too short this time. i thought it looked…off” david spoke, releasing the breath he didn’t know he was holding. his muscles relax, feeling like he could take over the entire world with the way they look up at him, all warm and dopey.

“nope, he did a good thing… a very good thing” angel asserts dreamily, “who knew you could be so handsome?” their lips curl teasingly.

“you knew, idiot” he deadpans, holding up his left hand, reminding them of the matching silver bands adorning both of their ring fingers.

they laugh loudly, “i guess you’re right. i know very well.”

[miffikun]

lowkey forgot about this 😝

[chimckenns]

Angel didn’t grasp the full weight of the possible risks with David’s job until he came home one night battered and bruised. 

His car rolled in the driveway a little late, which worried Angel. He wasn’t the kind of person not to let them know if he was going to be late. It must’ve meant that something went wrong. Angel rushed to the door, throwing the blanket they had over them back onto the couch.

The door opened, and Angel froze. A wave of fear and worry rushed over them as they looked him up and down. David had a black eye, some gashes along his arm, and winced with each step he took. His uniform was disorderly with a few random buttons undone, and the exhaustion in his eyes made him look pale.

Angel reached an arm toward him, unsure if this was real or not. A part of them probably thought that their mate was invincible. They never even considered he’d be injured. He was the immovable force at the head of a strong group of wolves.

So how could this happen?

David knew they’d be worried, but his heart ached to see them like this. Because of him. Their eyes were glassy, and their outstretched hand was shaking. He closed the gap, touching his fingertips to theirs first in case they flinch. Then he held their hand, squeezing it to hopefully bring them some comfort.

He frowned. They haven’t said a word. Their eyes kept looking at him up and down, and their hand in his still trembled.

“I’m okay. Marie helped heal the major injuries. The rest will heal on its own soon enough.”

Angel’s face paled. If these weren’t major, what other injuries did he have? How much pain did he go through?

David noticed the shift in their expression and let out a breath through his nose. He hated how worried they were and desperately wished there was something he could do. He never wanted to see them on the verge of tears because of him. 

He pulled them closer and wrapped his arms around them, taking note of the way they reciprocated, arms gripping his shirt. He nuzzled the top of their head with his nose and reassured them. 

“I’m okay.” David pressed a kiss to their forehead. “I’m okay.”

Nodding against him, Angel finally spoke.

“Let me see you?”

David loosened his arms. “Let’s sit on the couch first.” Hands never letting go, he led them to the living room. He sat, bringing Angel down with him.

Angel brought their hands up to his cheeks and cupped them gingerly. His eye was still a little swollen and the bruise was purple and angry. His forehead had a wound that was scabbing over. His cheekbone was bruised as well.

They didn’t even notice a tear escaped their eyes until David wiped it away with his thumb. 

“It’ll heal. Everyone is safe, baby. We’re okay. I’m okay.” 

Angel nodded, closing their eyes and taking a deep breath. 

Then, they let out a small voice.

“…Just promise you’ll always come back to me?” And then in an almost inaudible whisper, “…please?”

David felt his heart squeeze in his chest, his inner wolf’s ears flattening and letting out a whimper at his mate’s fear.

He gathered them back into his arms, letting them straddle his lap and wrapping his arms around their waist, holding tightly.

“I’ll never leave you behind, Angel.” He kissed the tear running down their cheek, hands rubbing their back up and down in soothing motions. “I promise.”

—-

Angel’s worst nightmare came true when the news came in on New Year’s.

David bleeding. Asher hurt. Bad. Many casualties.

But despite everything, he came out alive. Injured, but alive. Angel couldn’t help but break down as they ran to his arms, relief overwhelming them.

David let go of Asher, letting him go to his own mate, and met Angel halfway. He let out a little grunt at the force of them running into him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was alive. They were alive. He let them cry into his chest, his hand holding the back of their head.

“I’ll never leave you behind. I promised, remember?”

[ryleyz]

Takes place after hoodie stealing video :)

David knows Angel is awake before they admit it.

Not because they move. Angel is very good at lying still when they’re half-asleep, clinging to that last fragile thread of rest, but because David feels the subtle shift in the bed. A familiar weight presses more firmly into his side. A knee nudges his thigh. Their toes curl under his calf like they’re anchoring themselves.

He doesn’t open his eyes. He never does at first. Mornings like this are something to be savored quietly.

Angel exhales, slow and content, then murmurs something incoherent into his chest. David hums in response, a low sound he doesn’t even realize he makes until Angel relaxes further against him.

It’s late. Late enough that the light slipping through the curtains is warm instead of sharp, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Late enough that neither of them feels the urgency to move.

Angel shifts again, cheek dragging against his shoulder as they adjust. Their hand. Warm and familiar slides across his chest, fingers tracing absent-mindedly as if they’re mapping him out by memory. David’s breath catches, but he stays still, patient.

Angel does this sometimes. Touches him without quite waking up. As if even half-asleep, they need to know he’s there.

After a few moments, Angel lifts their head just enough to squint at him through heavy lashes.

“Davey,” they mumble.

He opens one eye. “Mm?”

“You’re warm.”

A corner of his mouth twitches. “That’s usually how bodies work.”

Angel frowns at him, clearly offended by the logic, then burrows closer. Their leg slings over his hips, unapologetic. David’s hand moves automatically to their back, fingers spreading across fabric that is his.

Angel is wearing his shirt.

Not just any shirt, either. One of his favorites. Soft, worn-in, stretched just enough at the collar to sit comfortably against his neck. It hangs loosely on Angel, sleeves slipping past their wrists, hem brushing mid-thigh.

David closes his eye again, smiling faintly.

Of course they are.

Angel shifts, yawning deeply, then props themself up on one elbow. They squint down at him, hair a mess, face still creased from sleep.

“You staring?” they ask, voice thick and drowsy.

“Maybe,” David replies calmly. “You planning on getting up anytime soon?”

Angel looks at the clock. Their face scrunches. “No.”

They flop back down dramatically, pressing their face into his neck. David exhales a quiet laugh, arm tightening around them.

“Did you steal my shirt again?” he asks, tone casual, like he doesn’t already know the answer.

Angel doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, they shift just enough to tug the fabric down over their hips, snuggling deeper into it. Their fingers hook into the hem possessively.

“No,” they say finally

David raises an eyebrow. “Angel.”

“Mmm?”

“That’s my shirt.”

They hum thoughtfully. “It was lonely.”

David lets out a breath through his nose. “The shirt.”

“Yes.”

“And you fixed that?”

“Obviously.”

Angel’s hand slides up his chest again, thumb tracing a slow, lazy circle over his collarbone. They’re still mostly asleep, movements unguarded and soft.

David watches them quietly emphasized. The way his shirt hangs off their shoulder. The way the fabric bunches where their hand grips him. The way their breathing evens out again now that they’re settled.

He loves this part. Loves that they don’t ask. That his clothes have become theirs without discussion. That they reach for his things when they want comfort.

Angel shifts again, rolling halfway onto him, straddling his hips lazily. Not deliberately—just settling where it feels right. Their forehead rests against his jaw, eyes closed.

“Davey,” they murmur again.

“Yes, baby.”

“Do you mind if I keep it?”

He doesn’t ask which it they mean.

“No,” he says immediately.

Angel smiles against his skin.

They drift like that for a while, time stretching, unimportant. David’s fingers trace slow, steady patterns along Angel’s spine. Angel’s breathing syncs with his. The world feels very small, very safe.

Eventually, Angel stirs again, more awake this time.

“I’m hungry,” they announce.

David hums. “Shocking.”

“But also,” Angel continues, lifting their head to peer at him seriously, “I don’t want to move.”

“That tracks.”

Angel considers this dilemma deeply. “Can you bring food to the bed?”

David opens both eyes now. “You want me to get up so you don’t have to?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Yes.”

“And my sweatpants,” he adds mildly.

Angel glances down at themselves, then back up, unrepentant. “They’re comfy.”

David sighs theatrically. “I’m being robbed in my own home.”

Angel grins, wide and sleepy. “You love it.”

He doesn’t deny it.

When he finally does move, it’s slow and careful, easing Angel off him without fully breaking contact. Angel whines softly remembering, arms tightening around his waist.

“Where’re you going?”

“To get food,” he says. “Remember?”

They groan. “Come back.”

“I will.”

They release him reluctantly, flopping back into his spot the moment he’s gone. David watches from the doorway as Angel curls into the blankets, pulling his shirt tighter around themselves.

He shakes his head, amused, and heads to the kitchen.

When he returns with toast and fruit, Angel is half-asleep again, face buried in his pillow. David sets the tray down and sits on the edge of the bed, brushing hair out of their face.

“Angel,” he murmurs.

They groan. “Don’t wanna be awake.”

“I brought food.”

One eye opens. “For me?”

“Yes.”

They sit up immediately.

David hands them a plate, watching as they take it with both hands, sleeves swallowing their fingers. They look ridiculous. And perfect.

Angel munches quietly for a few moments, then glances down at themselves.

“Hey,” they say.

“Yes?”

“Did you know I’m wearing your clothes?”

He pretends to consider it. “Now that you mention it… yeah.”

They grin, chewing. “I like smelling like you.”

David’s chest tightens just a little. “You always do.”

Angel swallows, then reaches out, tugging lightly on his sleeve. “Come back to bed when you’re done being productive.”

He leans down, presses a kiss to their forehead. “I will.”

Angel beams, then leans into his chest again, plate balanced precariously.

David stays there longer than necessary, one hand resting on their back, the other steadying the plate. He thinks about how natural it feels. How domestic. How his clothes have become an extension of their comfort.

Angel finishes eating and sighs happily, handing the plate back.

“Keeping the shirt,” they announce.

“And the pants?”

“Yes.”

“And the hoodie you took yesterday?”

Angel grins, innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

David chuckles, settling back into bed beside them. Angel immediately curls into him again, tucking their face under his chin.

“You look good in my stuff,” he murmurs.

Angel’s voice is soft, pleased. “I know.”

They drift back into sleep like that, Angel wrapped in his clothes, David wrapped around Angel, both of them exactly where they want to be.

And David thinks, not for the first time, that there are worse things in the world than losing your wardrobe to the person you love most.

[therealangelz-deactivated202604]

i LOVE this to bits

I love soft mornings with Davey and Angel

This is so well written and I smiled the whole time reading it

They are so cute and so in love AHHH

[chimckenns]

It was still 6am. David had to do a little extra work before his gig today, and Angel had their day off. He didn't want to disturb their sleep - the bags under their eyes weren't getting any better. Carefully, he slipped out from under their grip, gently placing their arms around the wolf plushie. He took a moment to take in their peaceful expression, curled up and nuzzling the little wolf.

He moved to the living room, grabbed his laptop and documents and settled on the couch. It was early, so he opted to wear his glasses to help his eyes adjust a little.

He was only working for around ten minutes when he heard shuffling. Angel, still half asleep, approached with the wolf still in their arms.

"Angel? Why are you out of bed? You still have a lot of time before-"

They plopped down next to him on the couch, burying themselves under his arms to rest their head on his lap. Reaching up, they grabbed one of his hands and placed it on their head.

"Ah. Okay." He smiled lovingly, patting their head. "My little snot."

[actuallyhisangel]

inspired by @callumdeficiency

xx

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“That’s cherry?”

Angel barely lets him finish the sentence before they lean down, knees bracketing David’s hips as they straddle him on the couch. The cushions dip under their weight; David’s hands instinctively come up to steady them, thumbs warm against Angel’s thighs.

kiss.

It’s soft at first, just enough for David to taste it — sweet, glossy, unfamiliar.

“No,” he murmurs when they pull back, brows knitting. “That can’t be cherry.”

Angel’s mouth quirks, pleased. They shift slightly, settling more comfortably in his lap, fingers resting lightly at the back of his neck. “You sure?”

David tilts his head, considering, like this is a puzzle he refuses to lose. “Cherry’s louder than that. This is… smoother.”

Angel leans in again, slower this time, deliberately dragging it out.

kiss.

David exhales through his nose, grip tightening just a fraction. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Doing what?” Angel asks innocently, already reaching for another tube from the coffee table.

They swipe the chapstick on with exaggerated care, eyes never leaving his.

“Okay,” David says, resigned but amused. “Go again.”

Angel smiles, soft, smug, devastating, and dips down once more, kissing him just long enough to leave the flavour lingering before pulling away.

David stares at them, dazed for half a second, then groans quietly. “That’s not even fair.”

Angel laughs, light and warm, hands sliding to rest on his shoulders. “Guess.”

“…Vanilla?” he tries. “No—wait—cake? Is this cake?”

Angel’s laughter spills out, bright and victorious. “Birthday cake.”

David drops his head back against the couch with a sigh. “I knew it was fake. No one should be allowed to taste like that.”

Angel leans down, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw this time. “You’re just mad you’re losing.”

David looks up at them, fond despite himself. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

Angel grins, already uncapping the next one.

[chimckenns]

(Part 1 here!)

After what felt like fifteen gruelling hours of waiting, Marie opened the door. David immediately stood up, anxiously waiting for Marie’s report.

“It was a nasty infection, but I got rid of most of it. It’s up to their body to kill the last bit and build resistance.”

She saw the worry linger in David’s eyes.

“Hey.” She held his hand, pulling him out of his head. “They’re okay.”

David smiled, although it didn’t quite reach his eyes. Those words were reassuring, but he’d rather hear it from their mouth instead. To hear their voice.

He pulled her into a hug, letting his actions say what his words can’t.

Marie understood. She always did.

David bundled Angel up in his arms and carried them back to his truck. Even now they didn’t stir. They were so quiet it was unnerving. When was the last time he heard their voice? It must have been months. To David it was months.

Their breathing was deeper and their expression was peaceful, though. That alone was enough to ease most of his worries.

He tucked them in their shared bed, hand lingering at their cheek and caressing it for a few moments, before pressing a heartfelt kiss to their lips like a prayer. A prayer for them to heal. A prayer for them to wake up soon.

David couldn’t help but crawl into bed himself, settling beside them and reaching over, gently scooping them into his arms. He buried his nose in their hair. It smelled like them. Their body was warm, but not burning like before. Everything about them felt… normal again.

Except they didn’t wake up.

For three whole days Angel was asleep. Marie had warned David that they’d be out of it due to the extensive healing magic she had to use on them, but with every passing day his worries resurfaced like a bad memory haunting his mind.

Their house that they built together felt empty without their footsteps jumping along the floorboards. The room was silent without their laughter.

It felt like something was missing.

They’re right there, David had to tell himself. They’re safe. They’re alive. You can’t ask for any more than that.

He was grateful for their warmth, at least. David returned to work, but he’d come early each evening and hold them to his chest, savouring the warmth of their body that promised they were still alive. He hadn’t lost them.

It felt like a nightmare that seemed like it was ending, only for it to be prolonged.

Angel lay motionless in his arms. Save for the rise and fall of their chest.

The weekend came around, and David had barely slept all week. Worry had him sleepless, constantly checking on them and listening to their heartbeat.

It was Sunday when he could finally close his eyes for a few hours.

He dreamed for the first time in a long time. Angel was in the distant meadow, playing with a butterfly before they caught sight of him. They jumped in glee, before running towards him with their arms wide open. David almost cried at the scene, the feeling of them slamming into his chest all too familiar yet something he hadn’t felt in a while. To see them full of energy like a ball of sunshine felt so right. This was Angel. Not the silence of the emptiness in their room.

David woke up with a start. The weight on his chest felt too real. He tried focusing his eyes, still blurry with sleep.

“Daveeeey wake up!” He was bombarded with kisses all over his face.

“I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. Not literally. But at this point maybe. Daveeeeeyyyyyyy!”

His Angel had woken up.

The moment he finally registered the fact, he woke up fully, eyes widening at the sight of their smiling face, full of life.

Oh, Angel. How I missed you. His core sang.

David pulled them back down to his chest, holding them close and burying his face in their shoulder. They were real. They were okay. He didn’t bother to hide his shaky breaths, tears making their way to his eyes in relief.

Angel smiled and reciprocated the hug, arms rubbing in soothing motions up and down his arms.

“I’m okay, Davey. Really.” They kissed the top of his head and wiped his tears when he looked up at them.

“I’m okay.”

[chimckenns]

One of the worst weeks of David’s life was when Angel came down with a particularly bad sickness.

At first it seemed like a normal cold. Fever, coughing, and achy muscles. David wasn’t too worried, but he made sure to spend more time with them when he came back from work. And of course they still tried to do the chores around the house. As much as David didn’t want them to, he was glad they were at least able to move around without fainting or something.

But then it got worse. Angel was coughing every other minute, which resulted in the loss of their voice. But in classic Angel fashion they still managed to talk endlessly to David when he came back from work, complaining about being sick and also telling him about the things they watched that day. They’d been sick for three days now. It worried David, but they seemed peppy enough to be mostly their usual self.

The next day though he came home to a dark house and complete silence. He frowned, quickly padding across the hallway and into the bedroom to find Angel lying in it asleep. The lack of dishes in the sink and takeaway packaging meant they haven’t eaten yet, making David worry. He gently moved to wake them up, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting his hand on their forehead. They were burning hot. Even hotter than before. Even though they were asleep, their brows were furrowed. He pressed soft kisses to their face, waking them up like he usually did. After a few, their eyes opened halfway, and David couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. Upon focusing on their mate, Angel’s eyes watered and they reached out to him. “Missed you.” They mouthed. David leaned down and hugged them, not missing the way their entire body felt like a furnace, nor the way their hands gripped at his shirt, desperate to communicate their feelings through touch. He knew what they meant. It’s lonely being at home and sick. They were glad he was back. He carried them, wrapped in a blanket burrito, to the couch and lay them there while he made his way to the kitchen and started on making soup.

David didn’t go to work the rest of the week. He would never tell Angel, but he barely slept at night - their coughing got worse and each time it happened it made David more worried. He held them, whispering prayers to whoever was listening that they’d recover soon.

When it was morning, he looked down to see their eyes empty, buried in the blankets. When he asked them what they wanted for breakfast, they didn’t reply. It was like they weren’t fully there. The whole day they were silent and barely moving, not even with David’s invitation to play minecraft on the switch, which was always enough to make their eyes light up. But instead, they buried themselves further into the covers.

They were a shell of themself. David had never seen them like this before, and it teared him up from the inside. His wolf was constantly worried, tugging at his core to do something, but no matter what he did they were practically unresponsive. When his core reached out to them, he only felt a whisper of their presence. Barely there, but enough to know they were alive.

He rushed them to Marie. A human hospital wont be as effective. Marie took them in, but asked David to stay outside so she could fully examine them and focus. He obliged, stalling to hold Angel’s hand and squeeze it one more time before leaving the room. He sat in the chair outside, elbows leaning on his knees, head hung, and waited.

Before he realised, he was tearing up. The tears didn’t stop no matter how much he wiped them.

He cried softly.

The worry consumed him.

He missed his mate.

He didn’t want to lose them too.

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I felt my toes curl the moment Lincoln spoke

[chimckenns]

The day after Angel and David’s first time getting down and dirty Angel was dead asleep for like 14 hours and David was getting a little stressed - Did I go too hard? Were they too exhausted?

Only for Angel to finally wake up after the sun set, sitting up to face a worried David, looked at him in the eyes, and said

“Again.”

[chimckenns]

David, being an early riser, takes the opportunity every morning to appreciate the sleeping bundle in his arms. On weekends, without work forcing him to get out of bed, he takes his time.

This particular morning, he woke up to find them starfished on the bed - half of their body hanging off. He chuckled. It was always interesting to see them in weird positions when he woke up. Knowing Angel was a heavy sleeper, he gently pulled them back onto the bed and gathered them in his arms again. He smiled at the way Angel let out a sigh when their head laid on his chest and the nuzzled in between his pecs, even when unconscious. He positioned their legs so they lay in between his, and wrapped his arms around their waist, knowing Angel liked the pressure on their back.

He soothed their hair that had frizzled during their sleep, taking his time to feel their soft strands and try to unknot them with his fingers.

He ran his fingers down their cheek, and he couldn’t help but melt at the way the sun shined through the curtains and onto their face perfectly - their lashes glittering, skin glowing, and hair, although a mess, now a with beautiful golden streaks. Even asleep, they were beautiful. He felt his core sing at the sight.

David buried his nose in their hair and took a deep breath. They smelled like shampoo and flowers, and he could feel his own body relax, as if just the smell of his mate was capable of giving him a full ten days of rest. He didn’t know if it was the magic of the bond, or just Angel being his Angel. Maybe both. He always thought they had magic even though they were unempowered, he could feel it in these moments.

As he kissed the crown of their head, hand still stroking up and down their back, he felt them stir in his arms. He watched as they lifted their head, looking around, disoriented like they always did every morning. He smiled and brought his hand to their cheek again, gently rubbing their cheekbone and guided their gaze towards him. It took them a minute to focus their eyes, but once they registered him, he saw how their pupils dilated and the soft gummy smile he always loved lit up their face. The sunlight shined in the perfect way that changed their brown eyes into a glowing gold, and David felt his core melting.

He didn’t know how they did it just by existing, but he couldn’t help but fall in love with them all over again.

He placed a big hand on the back of their head, and directed them to lean back down, kissing them on the lips soft and sweet and feeling their lips melt against his. They propped themself up with their hands on his chest, and giggled to feel his heart speed up slightly. David tucked a loose strand of hair behind their ear, hand lingering at their cheek to which Angel nuzzled.

Slow mornings like these were always David’s favourite.

[chimckenns]

Angel felt a little lonely waiting in bed for David to finish work and join them, so they shuffled to his office, knocking the door with the unique rhythm they always did.

“Come in.”

David was wearing his glasses, a rare sight as he only uses them when his eyes are tired, and still in his work clothes, the top two buttons of his white shirt undone. He looked up and peered past his glasses, putting his pen down and leaning back to acknowledge them. Angel loved how he’d always drop everything and answer them when they wanted his attention.

Angel didn’t say anything. They simply walked towards him and crawled onto his lap. David, used to their random shenanigans, only let out a chuckle and raised his arms, giving them room to make themself comfortable. Angel straddled his thighs and leaned their head on his shoulder, arms wrapping around his waist. Once they stilled, David put a hand on the small of their back and stroked their hair with the other, giving them a little kiss.

“You ok?”

Angel nodded.

Satisfied, David went back to work. Every few minutes he’d kiss the top of their head or nuzzle his cheek against them.

David’s body was so warm, so comfortable. Having their cheek against his body was something they always did when they slept, so they felt themselves being lulled into a dream. The safety and love they felt just by being in his arms was its own form of magic.

But they couldn’t fall asleep.

They wanted to wait for David.

So Angel tried to stay awake, opting to run their fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck that had grown out. David let out a deep breath, and Angel smiled as they felt him relax.

“You’re gonna make me lose focus if you keep doing that, Angel.”

“Then come to bed. Sleep.”

“You know I can’t do that. Just a little more, baby.” A kiss. “I won’t be long.”

Angel huffed and buried their face in his shoulder, pouting.

David could feel their pout against his skin, and so he gave them a few more consolidation kisses.

Somewhere along the way Angel fell asleep, and David carried them to bed when he was done with his paperwork.

[chimckenns]

David and Angel regularly take baths together. Angel would sit in his lap as he’d wrap his arms around their waist in a loose hug. He’d also rest his chin on their shoulder while he spoke of his day, Angel enjoying the way that his jaw moves and chest vibrates. They’d stay there for an hour or two, unwinding after their busy days together.

Angel likes playing with David’s fingers as well. They’d lift one of his hands out of the water and start tracing each line on his palm, giving him a “very accurate” palm reading.

“You know what this line means? It means you’re destined to get married!”

“You snot, I’m already married.”

“What!? To who?” Angel turned around suddenly, hand on their chest in feigned surprise.

David smirked and lifted his left hand, flashing the ring.

“My mate.” He said simply.

“They must be very lucky.” They pouted and sulked, turning their back to him again. David let out a chuckle and leaned his body forward, capturing Angel in a hug again.

“I’m the one that’s lucky.” He said, pressing a kiss to their bare shoulders and wrapping his arms a little tighter around Angel.

Angel smiled and relaxed back into him, humming in content. They stay that way for a few minutes, simply enjoying each others company.

“You still gotta pay me for my services, dear customer.”

David scoffed. “You little shit. But I guess… I can pay you. In another method.”

“Yeah? And what method would that be?”

“This.” David started kissing down their neck, making sure to give extra attention to their favourite spot just behind their ear. His hands started to wander, feeling their body melt against his.

It’ll be a long night for the both of them.

[miffikun]

trying to stay calm after david saying “baby” today 🧘‍♀️

[krysial]

angel seems like the type of person to watch the most horrifying or unsettling videos a couple hours before going to sleep and then be absolutely terrified the moment the lights go off

every time david will hold them close and talk to them to help calm their nerves, asking them things sounding annoyed like “if they scare you so bad why do you keep watching them?” he’s never actually annoyed just absolutely baffled by the things they do sometimes