#jaxel

[axeldaisy]

Oh god we’re in it now ..

[asgardling]

I'm not sure if this has been around here yet, but look at them *sobs*

[ghoulfool]

And also the vems pojk e do moment™️

Filmed by Nami

[imsorryimlate]

jakob och hans bästis :))))

[madanach]

jaxel, preslash, 807w

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He doesn't even recognize that he's woken up before he sees Kevin's silhouette shoot up before the window, hair a bird's nest, to the tune of his phone alarm. There's a multiple second delay before he leans over to turn it off, and to the best of Axel's bad vision he stays like that for a moment, half-bowed towards the space between the beds, where the loose shape of Jakob under the covers lets out an irritated groan.

All of them sit in the darkness for a second, in the ebb and flow of the oncoming morning. Then Kevin struggles to his feet. His torso makes bony shapes against the soft light coming through the blinds. "Shower," he mutters sleepily. Jakob and Axel make murmured hums of assent from Jakob's bed.

Jakob's bed. Jakob's bed, where Axel slept last night. The memory threatens to run out like the tide. It's too early to remember that feeling, the soft embarrassment laced through with want that he could see mirrored in Jakob's face, the reason they were playing it up. Sentiment, he had said, leaning heavier into Axel's side.

They shared a bed when they were kids, Kevin curled in a nest of sleeping bags on the floor and the two of them thrown together in Jakob's twin, ignoring their growing limbs conspiring to put an end to the closeness as the years passed, mutually stubborn in commitment to their assigned places. They got away with it for far too long.

Jakob as a teenager, a loose hand on his waist, just enough to stop him from rolling over in his sleep and falling to the floor. Jakob last night, an hour after Kevin's breathing had evened, curling his whole body around Axel's back. No half measures. Axel slept like the dead, rocketed back in time.

Now, as Jakob dozes beside him, he feels a bit silly, like he'd drunk too much the night before, though he hadn't. They were just high on each other, high on the strangeness of the tour, high on the way people were laughing and cheering when they touched. Jakob's fingers interlacing with his as they waited for their car, grinning, saying You're going the wrong way! as Erik eyed them and Kevin ignored them, as Axel spun uselessly, a total mess, not really even following Jakob's directions through his laughter. Serotonin and adrenaline. Kid shit, so silly.

He reaches clumsily to get his phone from the bedside table. When he picks it up it's too bright; he winces and kicks it down, as dark as it gets. It's at 42% — he hadn't plugged it in. His charger is in the other room.

He's got too many notifications. He pursues his lips and opens his email.

"Stop it," Jakob grumbles behind him.

Axel hums. He tries to register the text on the screen with tired morning eyes, the little blue dots of all the things he's left unread, unanswered. He should have done this last night.

"Don't—" Jakobs voice is sleepy, slurring. "Don't do work, it's too early. Axel, quit it."

"I'm not," Axel says. Jakob probably can't actually see his phone screen. Probably.

"Stop it," Jakob says again, and the creak of the bed is the only warning Axel gets before Jakob's body at his back envelops him, knees pressing into the back of Axel's legs, his hand sliding up Axel's arm. 

Axel freezes like a doe. Jakob pulls his phone from his hand and tosses it facedown on the side table.

Jakob's nose is at his neck, his shoulders bracketing Axel's, his body pushing him into himself, curling him inwards, like it's not even voluntary, just muscle movement, reflex, the way they'd fit together in a vacuum, away from their context, totally at ease. Axel breathes carefully and Jakob wraps tighter around him and his fingers grip Axel's wrist where it lies loose at the edge of the mattress.

They settle. Axel clears his mind, pours out his thoughts like a faucet. There is a long moment where they both breathe.

Then Jakob's hand moves. Slowly, with an intention of movement that makes Axel's gut twist, he pushes his fingers up the back of Axel's hand and laces them with his. 

Sentiment, he kept saying, his fingers dancing under the hem of Axel's shirt, Axel's nails digging into his side, through layers of fabric, trying to leave a mark. Smiling genially at the boys. 

"Axel," Jakob breathes into his neck, his voice not tired now, and there is a moment of mutual movement, Axel dragging Jakob closer, Jakob pushing his body over and down, and then the sound of running water they hadn't realized they'd been hearing shuts off and Jakob rolls away and Axel squeezes his eyes shut, presses a hand to his mouth, and tries desperately to breathe.

[marievoulait11]

No te conozco pero eso no importa aquí su pedazo de ángel, a mi punto de vista me salio medio mediocre 

@reychuni-18 

[cuento-27]

Cómo me puse refeliz me di un descanso para dibujar a Jaxel/Michael Afton del au de fnaf de una hermosa personita :D

@reychuni-18

[nauravaarts]

Oh look, not ffxiv stuff for once! Say hello to Jaxel the Absolute Emotinonal Disaster Man, one of my many DnD children