HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE "I like you just the way you are" Antiaverage plssssssssss 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
((Someone's having the time of their life, haha! You're lucky; this inspired me for some late game fae au.))
These days are rarer by the year. But there are days when Anti snaps and balks against the sweet familiarity of their routine, when Chase winces against the ringing in his ears, and still, still, still curls around him, fearless as he always is.
Fearless, fearless Chase, steady as their north star, not the brightest but their constant, who never flinches from Marvin's strange tempers or when Jackie spaces, staring at the walls for flames that don't exist, or when Anti bares teeth too sharp for this sweet mortal face.
"Sweet, mortal Chase," he croons in Chase's ear, one night, eyes too dark and smile too wide; Chase only nestles his chin on Anti's shoulder. "Are you happy like this? A household of misfits, who will never give you the peace and routine of a human family?"
Chase only hums, and shuts his eyes, calm, trusting, trusting, even with a wolf's teeth in the other room and the too-hot too-bright temper of a witch, of a fae's heart beating under his fingertips. Trusting, fearless, foolish.
"It's not the same. That's fine by me. You're mine, and you'd be mine even if you all were- kelpies or demons or brownies. But I like you just the way you are, and if anybody tries to make me give you up- even you, we're gonna have problems."
There's a promise in those words, darker than he thought sweet-human-star steady Chase was capable of, but--
Not every human would grasp their fae-mark with both hands, would open his doors to not just a fae, but a witch, a vampire, a wolf-touched, and make it a home. Not every human has the teeth and spine to keep it a home.
Something oily and knotted eases in his chest, and his false-breath comes easier, burying his face in Chase's hair. Coffee, right and sharp, fills his senses, the iron chill of the night air, the warm beat of his heart. His, theirs. Chase cups the back of his head, and holds him like something precious, and he allows it, closing his eyes.
"Charmer," he murmurs, and Chase hums with laughter, bright sparks of noise behind the darkness of his eyelids.
"Only for you." Only for you, only for you. Anti is not a good man- is not even a man, and so he is allowed to grasp onto that promise with both hands, greedy and wanting, and tuck it close to his false-heart that beats in time for his fae-marked.
Day 1: Moonlight (Egoshiptober)
word count: 753
pairing: Anti x Chase (unrequited? only Chase knows the answer to that.)
the picture is a screenshot I took and edited from the game 7 Days to Die. It’s where I got my inspiration.
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The two climbed out onto the balcony. It was a clear night and Chase intended to enjoy it. Though he didn't mind the company. Actually he was glad Anti decided to join him. That he was trying to take it easy after that leg injury he sustained. They settled themselves down to the floor and looked up to the sky. “I don't think I'll ever get tired of this sight,” Chase spoke softly as he stared up at the full moon. Anti remained quiet. There was silence between them for a moment before Chase spoke up again. “You must be pretty bored out here. Not doing anything.”
“... It's fine,” Anti mumbled. It wasn't before though. Somewhere along the way Anti found he could appreciate these moments. The sight of a clear night sky where the stars and moon were unobstructed. When had that changed?
“Hey, uh, Anti?”
“What?”
Chase paused. And for a second debated whether he should say what was on his mind. “I... I never thanked you for what you did.” He kept his attention up at the sky as he continued. “When we met. You saved my life. I mean, obviously, but... what I mean is-”
“It's fine. I got it.”
There was a pause as silence fell between them again. “Thank you for giving me my life back.”
Anti looked at Chase. Realization settled over him like a warm blanket. That's why it changed. Why he started to appreciate the small things. Why just being out here where the only light was the moon above them started to feel comforting. Why he started to favor being around Chase instead of being alone. Somewhere during these past seven months, he'd gotten feelings for him. Did he love him? It was more likely than not. But was he going to tell him? Anti swallowed and turned away hoping for a distraction. Which he got soon enough.
As Anti started to get up Chase reached over and grabbed his arm. Anti didn't look over as he told him, “I heard something.”
“Can't you let one of the others handle it?”
“I'm not going down there.” He glanced at Chase for a second before pulling his arm away and getting up. “I can take care of it from here.” Chase watched him grab the rifle that was leaned against the side of the house and a handful of bullets before walking, while clearly favoring his left leg, to the railing of the balcony. It was quiet as he looked through the scope. Then suddenly the loud shot from the rifle hit Chases' ears. “There's probably more of those bastards.” Anti stated. Then muttered as an afterthought, “There's never just one.”
“They do travel in herds.” Anti looked back with mild amusement at the attempted accent. He didn't miss Chases' smile at his reaction. Anti turned back and searched for more zombies. Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the zombie he was aimed at was hit by an arrow. Anti watched a moment longer before he lowered the rifle. “We good?”
“Yeah,” Anti told him without looking back. He didn't move from his spot. And Chase didn't ask him to. Since he knew well enough from their time together that Anti would probably stay on the lookout. So instead Chase settled himself as comfortably as he could on the wooden floor and stared up at the night sky. He knew he was safe with Anti there.
There hadn't been any zombie sightings for awhile. Anti looked back at Chase. The man had fallen asleep. With a sigh, Anti laid back and grimaced slightly before adjusting his position. He stared up at the night sky. Hours must have past, since the moon has moved to a different spot. It was quiet. And that had left him with plenty of time to think. He concluded there was no reason to say anything. Chase wouldn't reciprocate anyway. He'd been married, had a kid; he wouldn't be interested in him like that. Anti didn't feel like putting himself through that.
Anti laid there in silence for a few more minutes before sitting back up. He didn't want to fall asleep out there. Best to keep lookout till morning. He could sleep then. With another glance back to Chase, he let himself smile softly before turning his attention back out to the chaotic world around them.
How about Chase and Anti (shipped) with # 17 please?
“This movie sucks.”
“Shhh.”
“It’s terrible.”
“Anti, please.”
“I’m right!”
“I like this movie. Can I please just enjoy this movie?”
The two lapsed into silence for a moment, Anti huffing into Chase’s hair as his boyfriend snuggled deeper into his lap. Instead of watching the awful, terrible, really bad movie that Chase had picked out that involved horrible clay characters that stared right into his soul, Anti fussed with the blankets. Although he’d never admit it to Chase, he was sweltering under all of these layers combined with Chase’s body heat. Whatever made his boyfriend happy- but the movie was not nearly as tolerable. Anti was part demon. He could deal with heat. He could deal with his slit throat and his body glitching into a thousand different pixels. This movie, however, was torture he had never experienced before, and never wanted to experience again.
“Home Alone is better.”
“You just like Home Alone for the violence.”
“Well, yeah- that’s what makes it better.”
“We’re not watching Home Alone again.”
The characters on screen started singing some humiliating song about blues on Christmas that made Anti want to rip his ears out. Chase was humming along to it, which would have been sweet if Anti wasn’t currently dying.
“Die Hard is a Christmas movie.”
“It is not a Christmas movie, Anti.”
“But it’s better than this.”
“If you say one more thing about the movie I’m going to make you watch the next one.”
