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go asexual pelli.

warning for like lowkey internalized aphobia and homophobia

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Axel digs his fingers into Michael's hair where he's sucking a hickey against his neck. They're still both clothed, though barely, and Axel can feel Michael through the other's thin shorts. He gasps and moans in all the right places and stares when the mouth unlatches from his neck and grins down at him. Michael is straddling him as he peels off his shirt and moves to take off Axel's as well, he lets him do it with ease,

"You getting bigger?" There's still that sly grin on his face that Axel loves but the rot has settled in his stomach and it won't seem to go away,

"Shut up." It's all he can reply before Michael leans down again and pulls him into a messy kiss. It's more slobber and teeth than anything else. Little movements from Michael's hips that leave both of them gasping. Axel tries not to bite his tongue. He's not going to ruin this now. Not when Michael presses another kiss against his jaw and his torso is so warm against his. Something comforting despite the bile that rises in his throat. He loves him, he hopes. Enough to get through this.

Except Michael has always known Axel better than himself. Usually using it to push his buttons, though there are the occasions he uses that knowledge for the better. He leans back and moves to take off their shorts before freezing, a frown appearing on his face as his hands rest on Axel's bare abdomen, "What's wrong?"

Axel shakes his head and uses his hands to try and pull off Michael's shorts himself, "Nothing. Keep going."

"No," He rolls off Axel's hips this time, kneeing on the bed above him still, "Something is wrong. You're not happy."

"Of course I'm happy- Why wouldn't I be?" He tries to sound incredulous though he knows it's coming out strained and frustrated,

"Do you want to do this?" There's a look of hurt that flashes in Michael's eyes and Axel knows his own widen with panic,

"No! No. We can. Why did you stop?" Bangs fall into Michael's eyes as he shakes his head not unlike a dog,

"Not tonight." His hands are clenched on his thighs like he's doing everything he can not to reach out and touch him and Axel wants to scream. He doesn't though, instead reaching out and grabbing his wrist. His mouth opens and closes as if to explain it all away. Saying something that will fix the vile feeling inside him the moment they go any farther than kissing. Saying something that will fix the way Michael refuses to even touch him right now.

But he can't. Neither of them have ever been good with words, never really needed them. So the frustration and anger building inside Axel bubbles up into something he can take out on himself and others. The metallic taste of blood coating his mouth where he bit his lip is only a small result of it,

"Come here." Maybe he should've said 'please' or 'don't leave me' or 'I love you' but he doesn't. Michael doesn't say it back either, silently moving until both of them are lying down. Axel curling into his chest as if they can fuse into one, better being. There's still rot in his stomach. Something indescribable and something that may swallow him whole. He thinks he might let it. If it means he can stay like this a little longer.

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sobs uncontrollably

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44 and pelli and brandy :)

Spotify Drabbles Do I Wanna Know? (BBC Live Lounge) - Hozier

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It's not like Axel was expecting both of them to actually stay up in the NHL. Wishful thinking, even if he went to bed clutching Michael's hand and praying to whatever god may listen that they can stay together.

When Michael leaves he's still grinning. The smile still on his face as he lets Axel hold his arm a little tighter, laughing when Axel mutters that it won't be the same without him. He knows it's for the best, knows that Michael wishes either he could stay up or maybe even pull Pelli down with him. Axel thinks he'd follow him if he asked.

Something empty sits in his chest since then. He's overjoyed of course, watching as Finnie and Danny get their first NHL goals, getting his own. There's still something that yearns, even as he slams into the boards in celebration after a win.

They still text, Michael makes sure of it, but they haven't called. Axel thinks he's too much of a coward to hear his voice again. He should probably move on; let himself be happy in Detroit, let Michael tear it up in the Griffins.

Part of him still wants to go back anyway.

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cry cry cry

every single red wings fic I've written has been a little fucked up. This isn't anything different.

Anyways to1u prompt fill for "john gibson/any red wing - repay" with Gibby n Pelli.

Warnings for extremely dubious consent

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pelli you are like some sort of enigma to me. you have some sort of issue going on and idk what. anyways plane fic

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Axel stared out the window of the airplane. There wasn't much to see, mostly just the lights blinking off the wing in the night sky. His feet were cold and his whole body ached the kind of soreness that comes with playing hockey. He kind find it in himself to move though, Michael's body pressed next to him as he dozes away.

There's a blanket around the two of them, Michael having done it with a grin on his face knowing how much it displeased Axel. He was too tired to fight back though, everyone around them either asleep or keeping to themselves brought that kind of atmosphere,

"It'll keep us warm." Michael had said, tucking the blanket between Axel's shoulder and the plane wall, "And you can be my pillow." Axel had just huffed and rolled his eyes before moving to make space for Michael to sprawl out slightly. His head fit perfectly in the crook of Axel's neck and the soft snores were almost comforting. It at least helped ease the thoughts swirling in his head after the last couple days. Maybe even the last couple months.

At least the right side of his body is warm, almost burning. Like each touch of skin is a brand against his own. Flaming red for everyone to see, even from under the blanket shield. Axel suspects people have seen through them anyway, Danny definitely has. For now he can ignore it. Ignore the whispers and stares and the mounting pressure put on both of their shoulders.

For now he can know that hidden underneath the blanket, thousands of feet in the air, his pinky is linked with Michael's. And that can't be taken away.

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💖 3964 <3

rough kiss / hot and heavy / making out

Axel swore as Michael bit his bottom lip, "Fucking vampire." All he gets is a grin in response before being pulled back into a bruising kiss. His fingers are digging into the skin just above Michael's hips, swallowing the small gasps and moans.

They're both pretty content to just continue to make out on the couch, Axel feeling hands dig into his hair and pull as he moves to start kissing down Michael's jaw and neck,

"How are you so fucking- ah-" A drawn out whine fills the air as Axel bites into his shoulder. Soft pants follow after before Michael pulls back with wide eyes, "Do that again."

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Axel Sandin Pellikka and the narratives that haunt his past and present. And this Swedish video

Rating: General Fic Link

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oh do your wax wings beat?

5 games total on American ice was enough to get him to the NHL. He has to be worth it. Has to be worth the risk they took.

Rating: Teen

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