So I’ve been hiding ducks around my flats kitchen all semester but within a few hours someone always steals them. After conversing with the duck council I have decided to bring about THE RITUAL
Hey @suckmyd1ck666, this one’s for you bab (also your username is iconic) !! Tysm for requesting something, I hope you like it <33
Also hear me out I know it says angst + fluff, but I PROMISE this one has a happy ending unlike the prompts I been writing lately ........
Feitan Portor [angst + fluff]:
27. “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
Word count: 586 words
Warnings: Violent thoughts
Summary: Feitan begins to get very suspicious of your actions lately.
How could you do this to him?
There you were, in a café sitting across some other man, hitting it off and sipping the drink you had in your hand. How could you go behind his back and cheat? Feitan watches your little date through the windows from the rooftop of the store right across the street. He knew you’d been acting weird lately, going out without telling him exactly where or with who. Feitan wasn’t controlling about it though, it was just that you would always be so excited to share about how your day was whenever you went to hang out with your friends. So when you kept coming home and telling him nothing more than, “I had a good day,” he had become suspicious.
The short man thinks about his options in this situation. He could storm in and kill that other man right there and then, but there’s just so many people around. He’d have to kill all the spectators too, in such a small space where his outfit is sure to get dirty. Alright, so maybe raiding the café right now was not a good idea. He could wait for the two of you to leave the café and drag him into an alleyway. That was definitely an option. But what if he really was just a friend this entire time and you’d get sad about your friend going missing?
Feitan stands up and grabs his umbrella, maybe he should just sit this one out and let you explain yourself when you get home. Head full of doubts, he starts to head home.
Some time later, as the sun sets in the horizon, you finally make your way back home.
Opening the front door and taking off your coat, you’re greeted with a very angry but collected looking Feitan on the living room couch.
“Hey,” you greet him, “I’m home.”
He hums, “how was your day?” to which you respond with a simple, “it was good.”
“Who did you go out with today?” He continues to interrogate you. By now you’d already set all your belongings down and headed to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers.
“My friend.”
Feitan’s brows furrow, the crease in between them becoming more visible, “Are they really ‘just a friend’?”
You stop whatever you were doing, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I know what’s been going on, I’ve been following you around these past few days did you know that? After you started acting weird. I see you going out with that man,” he stands up and spits out. You look at him and you could’ve sworn he’s never looked this mad before. It’s surprising how he’s not pointing the blade to your neck right about now. You can practically see the fumes coming out of his ears.
The entire situation makes you laugh. “That man?” you try to formulate words, “you mean my cousin?”
Feitan’s body instantly relaxes, “your cousin? He’s your cousin? How was I supposed to know that?”
“Because I told you Fei! Remember? When we were out by that pond and you were feeding those ducks.”
The gears in his head start to turn, he vaguely remembers you talking about your family that day. He honestly wasn’t paying attention because of the ducks. That was also the day Feitan realized his love for ducks.
“Right,” he nods in confusion, “yeah. I totally remember. So you’re not cheating?”
“Why would I?” You smile at him, “I could never do that to you.”
