Tagged by @tunnelsnke and @x688plsloveme tysmmm!!!!
I have done fuckall this week 🫣 but we carry on. Here's a bit from Luthen's Bad Week
The things in the nest are pink and hairless, barely as big as Luthen’s hand, squirming about in a pile of fur and loose bones. For a moment, Luthen isn't sure what he's looking at. His mind balks against the shape of the creatures, unable to parse what limbs go where. They clamber over one another, a tangle of fragile pink skin and wispy hair. Then he blinks, and he understands.
Pups. Three of them, looking disturbingly human in their infancy. They're so new their eyes are still closed, bulging beneath their thin eyelids. Veins worm beneath their papery skin, lacking the coarse fur and tough hide of their mother. Toothless mouths gape open like the mouths of baby birds, mewling in the dark for a mother that would never come. They squeak quietly, unable to do much more than squirm and cry. One turns its face towards Luthen, its jaw hanging open as it begs.
Nauseated, Luthen recoils. His boots slip on the damp floor of the cave and he cries out as he crashes to the stone. Careless of the way the rocks cut at his bloodied hands, Luthen shoves himself away from the nest, breath quickening. As if in response to his horror, the peeping from the nest grows louder.
Frantically, Luthen scrubs at his mouth, desperate to rid himself of the foul taste of blood. It's stuck to his teeth, its rottenness tainting every breath. Turning to the side, Luthen retches. Blood and bile splatter against the stone floor as he collapses heavily to his side.
With trembling hands, Luthen reaches up to tug on the blood drenched collar of his coat. He squirms out of it, careless for the damp and freezing air inside the cave. He discards it with a grunt, whipping it off into the darkness. His linen shirt is similarly bloody, torn across the chest where the wolves had gotten at him days ago, and it reeks of sour sweat. Luthen’s stomach heaves again, cramping painfully. Tears budding in his eyes, Luthen yanks that off too. From the mass of bones and twigs, the distressed chirping quiets.
Chest heaving, Luthen lies sprawled on the floor of the cave, staring deliriously up at the ceiling. Tears streak down his temples, mingling with the blood matted in his hair. A thin noise escapes him and he lifts his hands to cover his eyes.
Tagging @couriers-mile @lizardperson @bokatan andd anyone else who wants to!!!
Hii! I saw your post responding to the anon asking about other fandoms. And I was wondering if you could do general dating headcanons for John Bender from The Breakfast Club?
Thank you and take your time!! Have a lovely rest of your day 💕
love this prompt!! hope you like it!
Dating Bender hc's
One guess where you met
Yep, it was detention
You got in there for cheating on a test and he was simply serving one of the eight detentions he was given (yes, that's how many it added up to)
You hated him at first. All he did was make bad jokes and look at you in slightly uncomfortable ways
After spending a whole day with him in detention though you started getting used to him... you maybe even liked him a little
He didn't admit it at first but he did too... a couple weeks later though, he told you
You said you'd date him
The first couple of weeks you regretted it
He was an... interesting boyfriend
All he did was make jokes about you and look at you
Eventually though, he realized that wasn't ok with you
You changed him a lot. Because of you he stopped smoking, cussed less, and didn't cut class as much
You didn't tell him to do any of that, he just thought it would make you happy
He has absolutely no problem with PDA. Anytime, anyplace he will put his arm around you, hold your hand, everything
You will switch earrings sometimes (you insist on disinfecting them first though)
If you're ever cold, he's got you. That kid wears so many jackets, all he has to do is give you one and you're both good to go
If he ever gets detention you'll do something to get in there with him
Since there's a no talking rule, you pass notes. It's also just more fun for you two that way
After detention you two always go to a fast food place or something like that to hang out
You obviously could never go to his house to hang out and yours isn't much better so you two have a list of other places you always go to hang out
When you first started dating him you were scared he would try getting with other girls too but he actually hasn't done anything of the sort
In fact, if another girl even comes close to him he'll pull you closer and talk to you softly
If another guy comes close to you he'll drag you away and you'll tell him that you could've handled it but he'll just smile
He actually never talks about any of his exes (ahem, Claire...) but only because they don't matter
You're the best girlfriend he's ever had because you actually care about him
Genre: Neighbors -> Lovers | Fluff & Smut
Word Count: 4.2k
Member: Wooyoung | Group: Ateez
Warnings: smut, fem!reader
Author's Note: Oops I haven't posted an Ateez fic in ages, hi!! I've had this one cookin in the drafts for a year and never felt like it was good enough to post till now, I hope you enjoy. I've had intense Ateez brain rot recently again. I've also been enjoying writing longer fics with more plot/lore so expect more of that :^)
Your neighbor was quite peculiar, always turning up his music just before your bedtime and going out wearing a black face mask and a hat that shielded his identity. You had never confronted him before, the closest you got was thumping on the wall that connected your room to his when he was playing his music too loud and he seemed to get the hint. You were getting ready to take the trash out when you heard the music playing again, it was the third day in a row and you had an early day at work the next day.
Grumbling to yourself, you recounted the tasks you had to complete by the end of the work day, knowing that you had to finish your portion of editing a music video for the entertainment company that you worked with. You opened the front door, trash in hand as you strolled by your boisterous neighbor’s apartment.
You glanced in, curious as to what he was doing with music blasting at such late hours. You saw a tall silhouette moving to the rhythm in sharp and fluid motions. You stood there for perhaps a bit too long, gazing at the mesmerizing motions of your neighbor.
Noticing that he turned his head and the music had stopped, it snapped you out of your trance as you saw the figure come up to the window that you were staring at. You saw a trace of his red locks before you dipped and ran down to the dumpster on the first floor, feeling embarrassed that you were seen. The thought of you confronting him to turn his music down went out the door after the events that night.
The next couple nights were quiet, you were accustomed to the muffled rock songs that were playing by this point that you found the silence a bit lonely. You had forgotten your phone charger in your car so you forced yourself to grab your keys and make a quick trip to the parking lot to grab your charger.
A gust of wind found itself blowing past your face as you huddled to yourself, but not before turning your head to your neighbor’s window and seeing the silhouettes again, this time of two figures standing in the middle of the living room. You turned your gaze away before making your way down to the parking lot as you heard the door to your neighbor’s flat open. You searched around in your car and snatched your charger before walking back up the stairs.
“Good practice today San, get back safe!” you heard the voice call out.
“Thanks Woo, get some rest!” the other man’s voice rung out. You briefly made eye contact with the man with a duffel bag in hand as you made your way up the stairs.
You found yourself gazing at your neighbor, the one with red locks, the silhouette you were staring at a couple nights ago.
“Oh hey there! You’re my next door neighbor right? Sorry if my music has been bothering you, I’m Wooyoung!” he beamed, holding his hand out. You were taken aback by his forwardness.
“Don’t worry about it. You always manage to turn it down by the time I go to sleep for some reason, so I didn’t bother confronting you,” you spoke out, telling him your name whilst taking his hand in a firm shake.
“Sorry for uh, staring at you through the window the other night,” you admitted.
“Ah that was you? I got worried it was some stalker that got a hold of my address…”
“Does that happen often?” you inquired, wondering more about your mysterious neighbor. Perhaps that would be why he always went out shielding his identity.
“You could say so, with my profession,” he vaguely hinted.
“You’re a dancer or choreographer or something of the sort? You looked… really good from that night,” you blurted out, realizing you may have been a little too forward you took a step back. He chuckled and shrugged.
“You could say that. Sorry if I haven’t been too welcoming, I know I moved here a month ago but never got a chance to introduce myself.”
You felt a bit bad for misjudging a nice character just because he blasted music in the evenings.
“No worries! I also dance a bit in my spare time but I’m nowhere near as good as you,” you continued. A gust of wind in that moment made you shiver a bit, wanting to get inside, but also wanting to continue to talk to your neighbor.
“I’d love to see sometime. Ah also let me get your number, it’s always good to have that connection with the people you live closest with!” Wooyoung beamed.
With shaky hands you typed in your number in his phone. “Have a good night Wooyoung!” you called out as you slipped back inside your place.
Not only was your neighbor mysterious, he was also very attractive and looked somewhat familiar, but you couldn’t place your tongue on it. Wanting to let lose a bit, you grabbed your speakers and picked your favourite song to dance to, ‘Snapping’ by Chung Ha.
You had memorized the choreo and the conversation you just had with Wooyoung had reminded you that you wanted to practice on your dances again as some of your girlfriends had mentioned that they wanted to get a dance cover group together. You got into the groove of things, moving your body to the beat as you heard a notification on your phone.
‘Snapping, good song choice, it’s Wooyoung btw, not some weird stalker lol.’
You laughed to yourself for a second before turning the volume down, not wanting it to be your turn to be the asshole of a neighbor.
It was a stressful day at work as the deadline to the music video you were tasked with working on was coming to a close. After you would have somewhat of a break and then be put on another project with the cycle repeating itself over and over again. Your thoughts trailed back to your neighbor, as you stared at the music video you were working on.
You were lucky enough to work at a well known entertainment company, being able to stare at the talented idols that your company manages was a highlight to your day. Your inspiration and love for dancing also came from them.
You tilted your head, idol… was Wooyoung a part of a group or an upcoming soloist? You kept up with older groups so you had no idea about the newer generation of idols. You shook the thought of your head, perhaps you could ask him later on down the line. Although you didn’t have any direct line of communication with the idols your company manages, you could imagine how invasive fans and even strangers could get about their profession.
It had been about a month or so since your run in with Wooyoung. The two of you had been texting occasionally and making small talk when you saw him in the hallways, needless to say you grew quite fond of his presence within that time. You found yourself anticipating when the next time you’d see hoping to get any excuse to talk to him when you’d step outside.
You found that other than dancing, you had other common interests with him such as tending to plants or cooking and experimenting with recipes. You’d sometimes get a whiff of his cooking when you’d crack open the window for some fresh air in the morning.
Most of your conversations were initiated by him texting you, ‘hey did you hear that noise?’ or ‘was that you hitting the wall?’ He was silly to say the least and you were a little surprised to see him standing in front of your door when you came home from work that day.
“I texted you but you didn’t respond, but I wanted to see if you wanted some cupcakes. It was one of my member-- I mean coworker’s birthdays at my company and we had a lot of extras!” He asked cheerfully, holding out a plate of sweets in front of him.
“That’s very sweet of you Wooyoung, sure!” You replied, exhausted from a day’s worth of editing and wanting a snack anyway.
“Wait, if you’re not busy, you could come in?” he suggested.
Why not? You shrugged and turned towards him, “I’m down, anything to get my mind off of this deadline at work.” You slipped your shoes off, following him into his couch and coffee table.
The layout was the same as yours, but the place looked minimalistic and very modest. You turned your head and gazed at the speakers that were the culprit of the noise that you had once complained about.
“Oh yeah, my speakers have been busted so that’s why it’s probably been quiet for you,” he chuckled.
“Damn, sorry about your speakers,” you apologetically replied.
“It’s cool, I’ve been using my phone for music but don’t worry, more speakers are coming in soon,” he grinned. You took a bite of the cupcake Wooyoung had offered you and smiled into the sweetness.
“Thanks for these by the way,” you mumbled through your bite. He rested his hand on his cheek, staring at you sweetly.
“I saw you dancing the other night too, you were pretty good,” he mused. You almost choked on the cupcake.
“I didn’t watch on purpose, you didn’t close your curtains but I’d know that choreo from anywhere, it was Blackpink’s Kill This Love right?”
You nodded, feeling a bit flustered from being exposed like that. “Yeah um, some of my friends and I wanted to get a cover group together sometime so I was just practicing,” you sheepishly replied.
“Y’know the guy you walked passed that night that we started talking? He’s my main dance buddy, we practice and hype each other up all the time. If you need anybody at a hand’s reach, I’m here,” he grinned.
He was a professional and he was offering you a chance to learn from him?
“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime,” you replied back, letting your gaze meet his.
This was the first time you had the chance to stare at his face without it being awkward. His dimples are adorable, you thought, letting yourself admire his features. A sudden hand on your face pulled you out from your trance as you felt Wooyoung’s finger slide across the corner of your lip.
“Sorry you had frosting there,” he mumbled, removing his hand from your cheek, the warmth still lingering there.
You gazed down, feeling warmth arise to your cheeks and smiled to yourself. “Thanks, uh, one of my friends really wanted me to learn the choreo to a song that I thought was really difficult, if you wanted to help me with it. I haven’t started but the dance practice looked intimidating,” you spoke out.
You felt his gaze on you as he spoke, “Of course, which song is it?”
“Hala Hala by Ateez. The music video looked cool but the choreo seemed intimidating so I’ve been putting it off. I wish I could incorporate the editing style in that music video in my work, but my skills are nothing compared to those editors,” you sighed
You trailed your eyes to Wooyoung after your train of thought stops to see him staring at you with his jaw a bit agape. “Yeah sure, of course. I um, know that dance really well don’t worry!” He exclaimed, trying to hide his shock.
“Does Sunday work for you? I can’t do tomorrow since I got a work thing,” he gestured vaguely. You nodded.
“I am indebted to you Wooyoung, I should study the choreo a bit and let you know the more difficult parts to make your life a little easier,” you laughed. You felt him tense up a bit across from you.
“You haven’t studied the choreo at all before?” he asked.
“Not much, I was only shown the performance music video like once from my friend,” you shrugged.
“Thanks for having me over by the way, I gotta do some chores back next door but I’ll be seeing you Sunday!” you smiled as you got up from your seat. Wooyoung seemed a bit tense as he sent you off through the doorway.
“‘Course, see you Sunday…” He was a bit nervous if you would make the connection that he was with Ateez. Any sensible person would put two and two together with the amount of information he slipped out to you already and the fact that you knew his face.
He hoped that you wouldn’t react badly or sabotage him in anyway, he had developed some sort of feelings for you as your love of music and dance had captivated his attention and you were just as adventurous as him.
As night rolled around, you were finished with cleaning your apartment and were sat at your desktop ready to relax and study the choreo for Hala Hala as you said you would for Wooyoung. You had heard of Ateez here and there, but you didn’t know any of the members much less their names and what they looked like.
All you knew was that your friend was obsessed with the song and to do a cover of this song with her dance group was her dream. You clicked on the music video as you saw the members in their outfits popping up one by one.
You took in their accessories and appearance as they flashed by on screen, suddenly a familiar face popping on screen. You blinked twice and had to rewind. Wooyoung, your neighbor? No way… you thought, as you kept on staring at the face on screen.
All this time you had thought that he was just a backup dancer for a group or something of the sort, although him being an idol ran through your mind as well. You decided you’d ask him about it sometime later as you started to note down parts of the choreography.
Sunday had rolled around quickly with no texts from Wooyoung. You had hoped that he was still available and it wasn’t like him to not send you texts. You had been accustomed to texting him replies of the random messages he sends. You hadn’t heard from him even as you were practicing with the music a little louder than usual the night before. You shrugged it off as you stepped outside to knock next door.
“Wooyoung?” you called out, after knocking a couple times. It took a minute or so, but you were about to head back into your place as the door opened.
“Hey, sorry about that I was um… cleaning,” he smiled. In truth, he knew you were at the door but was a bit nervous to see you again knowing his identity might be spoiled. He decided he had to come clean.
He let out a sigh as he spoke, “Listen I…”
“Can I ask--” the two of you spoke at once.
He let out a stifled laugh as you walked into his flat. “I wanted to come clean um…” he started. His nervous energy confirmed what you were thinking about.
“I know Woo, don’t worry. Everything’s still the same between us if you want it to be, I mean I work for an entertainment company so I’m aware of the stress that idols go through. I genuinely didn’t know you were part of a group until recently,” you stammered.
He let out a sigh of relief. “Thanks for not being crazy about things, I was afraid you’d resent me or leak my address or something,” he mumbled.
“You guys are humans too, plus I just wanted to add you looked so cool in Hala Hala and I may have been listening to some of your other songs,” you gushed.
“Makes sense as to why you’d blast music and practice at that time, you work so hard. Don’t worry I haven’t been stalking you online either, I wanna get to know you genuinely,” you smiled.
“In that case, let me teach you to master the choreo to my song then,” he beamed. You gazed at the openness of his living room, furniture pushed back to the back of his apartment, taking in the new speakers as well.
“They finally arrived huh? I can be back to listening to your music at ungodly hours of the night,” you jokingly nudged him.
“Maybe I’ll turn it up just for you,” he grinned, turning the speakers on and putting his song on.
You had shown him a couple parts that you had picked up the other night, but you fumbled during the chorus and ended up tripping on yourself and falling onto his hardwood floor face first. “Yeah, the chorus was definitely what was intimidating,” you groaned.
“Shit you okay?” Wooyoung rushed to your side and held out his hand. You nodded as you slipped your hand in his, using his weight to hoist yourself back up.
“Let me show you how we did it,” he offered, stepping next to you.
“So when we approach the ground, it’s a slow descent and keep your weight balanced in the middle to keep yourself from falling,” he gestured, showing you the move again. “And when you pop back up, do it lightly or else you’ll have a lot of neck pain, take it from me,” he chuckled.
You grinned at his enthusiasm for you to learn the choreography, taking in his words and repeating the motions that he eagerly showed you. “Was that it?” you asked, gazing around for him. You felt his hands wrap themselves around your arm to readjust their position at the ending pose.
“There…” he mumbled behind you. “Now that’s perfect,” he smiled, letting you relax your position. “You dance really well y’know? I’m glad I got to see it up close this time,” he grinned.
You felt flustered at his compliments, coming from someone who was way more trained than you were. “You’re too sweet Woo,” you breathed out, feeling a bit tired and sweaty from practice at this point.
“I’ll get you some water, we can take a break for now,” he gestured.
You nodded, catching your breath and letting yourself slump on his couch that was now pushed back against the wall. A minute later he plopped down beside you with a glass of water. You gulped down the hydration as you noticed his gaze on you again.
You put the glass down and met his gaze, he was smiling at you as he always did when the two of you had a rare moment like this, you felt the flutter in your stomach again as you heard his soft spoken voice.
“You’re really gorgeous when you dance.”
You blinked twice, sure that you were daydreaming.
“Wait what?”
“I’m serious, you have good rhythm and flow, and not to mention… you’re so pretty,” he confessed.
You felt flustered as he let his gaze linger on you. You weren’t sure when the distance between the two of you got closer but you knew when it closed as he pressed his lips on yours. Truth was, he had been pining for you for awhile and after realizing he could trust you and that his identity was safe with you, he let his feelings take over.
You let yourself melt into his kiss and soon his touch that enveloped you in a hug. His lips were soft against yours and he didn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss when your mouth parted open. He put his weight against you and pretty soon, you were laying down as he was on top of you, taking in your taste as his digits intertwined with yours.
“Mm Woo,” you mumbled against his kiss. He pulled back, a bit afraid that he had gone too far to fast.
“The curtains, people can see,” you breathed out, eyes still hooded.
“Shit we don’t want that happening again,” he cursed before he closed the curtains, leaving the room a bit dim and nice for the atmosphere that was to come.
“You’re okay with this yeah?” he mumbled, wanting more of you. You nodded,
“Yes Woo, please…” you exhaled. He brushed his lips against your cheek before planting a kiss there.
“Thank god, I’ve wanted you so bad. You’re so hot…” he whispered to you. His breathiness went straight to your core as you squirmed in your arousal.
“Guess your dancing just does something to me,” he teased before pressing his lips back onto yours.
He let himself grind his hips on you, relieving you of the ache that you had been missing from your core as you felt his length hardening against his cargo pants. You tilted your head back in pleasure as he started to trail his kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone, still grinding his hardness against your arousal.
“I want to… feel you,” you managed to breath out.
You managed to shimmy your pants off with ease as he kicked off his cargo pants. You also got your shirt over your head to toss to the side, even with his touch and kisses around your neck. Wooyoung trailed his hand down to your core, feeling the arousal soaking through your panties.
“So excited… and all for me hm?” he teased, pressing his finger onto your aching core.
“Yes Woo,” you moaned out.
You felt his cock twitch in the confines of his boxers. He quickly stripped off the remainder of his shirt and undergarments. You gazed at his defined muscles, droplets glistening as a reminder of your dance practice now turned into an intimate waltz with one another. You gazed down to see the length of his hardness, now dripping with precum as a result from his arousal. You did your best to kick off your panties as your own arousal ached for him.
“So pretty…” he mumbled, taking in your form.
He leaned down to cup his mouth over your breast as he let his cock slide around your folds before finally slipping himself inside you with ease. You let out a stifled whimper as he stretched out your hole. It had been awhile since you had any action but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have fun by yourself once in awhile, and recently it had been to the thought of Wooyoung. He was attractive nonetheless but you never thought you’d be in this position.
“Fuck love,, I won’t last if you’re this tight,” he breathed out. Your core clenched around him as an affect of his words to you.
You let your hands trace his defined figure, taking in his beauty and his red locks that fell inches away from your face. You felt him move and slowly start to thrust in you. He planted kisses on your breasts, even taking the time to suck a love mark onto one.
You let out a breathy moan as he continued to thrust in and out of you, slowly increasing his pace. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, wanting to feel more of him. You let out a sharp hiss of pleasure as you felt him bottoming out inside of you.
“Woo… mm, you feel so good…” you moaned. He quickened his pace as your core clenched around him.
“God you’re so hot like this,” he breathed out, his eyes lustful as he gazed upon your naked form below him. You let your hips take reign as you bucked up to meet his pace.
“Woo I’m so… close,” you whimpered.
“Finish for me,” he whispered in a deeper voice.
That was enough to send you over the edge as your core spasmed around his hardness. You felt him twitch inside of you before he let out a high pitched moan and spilled into you, rocking himself into you to chase the high.
“Shit, I um, didn’t mean to do it inside of you,” he stammered, feeling shameful of his actions.
“Wait Woo I should have said something earlier but I’m protected, on the pill so don’t worry. I should have still said something earlier though!”
You reassured him, running your fingers through his locks as you gazed lovingly at him. He let out a sigh of relief as he slowly slipped out of you. “Some dance practice we had today right?” You chuckled.
“One that leaves me to clean up my couch,” he laughed along with you.
You let yourself relax into his touch as he placed an arm around you, pressing a kiss onto your temple. “What does this make us?” you asked.
“Anything you want it to be, but I should have asked you out on a date before this…”
“Well I mean our actual dance practice could have been our date,” you giggled at his realization.
“Let me take you out on a real one then. I like you a lot!”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Relationship: Canderous Ordo/Revan
Characters: Canderous OrdoRevan (Star Wars)
word count: 3,532
Chapters: 1/1
Additional tags: Mild Hurt/ComfortSeizuresthe utter horror of what the jedi council did to revanBloodbloody nosesEstablished Relationship
Summary: anamnesis - the remembering of things from a supposed previous existence ---
“Saber burn,” Canderous says. It's not the only one Van has. A few on their shins and thighs. Several on their arms. Not unlike marks made when sparring, but Canderous doesn't think the Jedi would train with sabers capable of burning or severing limbs.
“It's too old to be a saber burn,” Van says. “It was on me when I woke up, well before I ever touched a lightsaber.”
“It's too broad to be from a blaster,” Canderous says. The tip of his forefinger traces the edges. “Look, see? Blaster burns are tapered at the end.” He shifts, displaying a mark on his ribs. It's faded, but the teardrop shaped patch of skin is still evident.
CW: all of the side effects of being locked in a cage with no real way to take care of yourself? Self hating issues, mild suicidal thought (nothing is graphic but it is in there so be warned!!!)
(please let me know if you guys want me to write more fics I honestly had so much fun writing this :DD)
He did not know how long it had been since he was first trapped.
The hours crawled on into days and the days bled into nights and nights shuffled into what had to have been a week.
It couldn't be more than a week, could it? Philza couldn't tell at this point. His talons bloody from the scratching against the walls, his right shoulder bruised from slamming himself against the sealed door. His throat horse and strained from screaming.
At some point he had to force himself to stop crying, he realised the first night that he had an extremely limited water supply, one that would not last very long. Crying meant dehydration, which meant he was back to his old, long habits of forcing everything so far down he felt numb.
Everything was numb at this point, it was the only thing that distracted him from the violence that poisoned his blood. Not just at the Federation that kept him here, or that took his darling eggs from him. No, the hatred he felt for himself was so much more apparent at that moment.
He couldn't help but look back to that last night they shared, just hours before his capture. How gently he was held as Missa showed him how to dance- his heart had been racing the whole time, the pictures he snuck of him when he wasn't looking, wasn't appreciating just how stunning he looked in the moment. Leaving him behind with that empty promise that he would see him again soon.
Of course it was a trap. How could he have been so stupid to fall for it? He's never going to see his eggs again now because of it. Or Etolis or Forever or Fit or Tubbo- or.. or Missa. God how could he have left Missa with an empty promise like that.
Phil choked back another sob, he never did get to tell him that he did love him.
He wasn't sure how much Missa truly knew how much he loves him, Missa was always so open about it- he was just so unapologetically proud to be that close to Philza. He should have said something, he should have appreciated every moment they shared because now he was trapped and would never get to appreciate him again.
He slipped off into dreams. Long hazy dreams that felt so real, but slightly uncanny at the same time, they where like memories just not his memories, because these where not moments he got to have with the person he should've called his husband.
Gentle moments before getting up in the mornings, sickingly sweet domestic bliss of times they should've spent as a family together- eating dinner and then putting the kids to bed to spend an evening where they did nothing but silently appreciate the others company. Philza could even feel his ghost grace his skin and kiss him in a way he could only dream about.
Because this was a dream, and he woke up back in the birdhouse. Still hurt and sore and that ache in his eyes from crying and the pain that coursed through his wings since they had been clipped similar to the hope chipping away with every passing moment.
He screamed once more, this time at his Lady, begging her for some kind of release- some way to not feel the way he does. Maybe that way he would know if his beautiful eggs were in her care.
His Lady did not respond to him, the same way she never did when he asked her of such things, he knows he'll eventually be greatful for her decision. But in the moment, the avain can only feel the cry of his unkempt wings and the hurt he feels in every bone of his body and that curdling, roar of inescapable violence that poisoned his veins.
He knew that when if he ever got his talons on that fucking bear, he'd rip it to shreds with nothing but his bare teeth.
But there was nothing he could do, but lay and wait and hope for sleep to come over him once more, hopefully he'd go back to Missa in his dreams and feel the phantom touches of his ghost comfort him once more.
It was like that- alone, curled up on the ground, unwashed, unkempt and waiting for his Lady that he heard it- voices- outside? They where so close just on the other side of the wall.
Sparks of hope shot through him like electricity- he tried to yell out but there was no yell left in him. It didn't matter though because it seemed like they knew he was there. All Philza could do was pull himself onto his shaking legs to stand up- leaning against the wall as he did so. The lack of any food for days eating away at his strength by the second.
In the end, the rescue team didn't even attempt the door- they just busted the wall down using some TNT. Phil couldn't help but joke to himself that it was so beautifully chaotic of them, not wanting to wait another second.
The first person to greet Philza was his beloved partner- the person comforting him through his ghost this whole time. Phil could only collapse into his shoulder when he got to his side. That look in his eyes- though covered by his skull mask- is not one he could, and won't, ever put on Missa's face again.
Missa was beyond worried to see the state of his husband- he looked so broken down, so tired, it was clear by the looks on everyone else, especially Tubbo's that none of them had ever seen the man like this. And all he could do was run those gentle finger through tatted hair and whisper promises into his ear.
Missa had to carry him home- he was moments away from collapsing again that he couldn't risk even letting him attempt to walk for himself. Philza had basically torn apart the Gapples they gave him, and the healing potions and water.
It didn't mean that Philza wasn't still hurting all over, in fact the opposite was true- if anything the healing potions did absolutely nothing to drown out any pain, all they did was heal the injury causing it. Meaning Missa spent their whole trip home constantly checking over Philza's broken beautiful face for any signs of discomfort.
They had spent hours together. Missa helping Philza heal and recover and led him back to a open and welcoming bath and nest.
It was just an hour or so later, once Missa heard the sounds of the bath being unplugged and the sounds of slow movement when he saw Philza re-emerge, still hurt and bruised, but significantlt better. He didn't say a word, not from a lack of trying, but the look in his eyes said everything that was needed to be said
Philza stood shakingly in front of him, with damp, unbrushed hair and dripping wings, wearing an old robe. Missa couldn't tell if it was the robe or the general vulnerability that made Philza seem so much smaller than usual.
No words where said for no words could be spoken for Philza to ever fully express how much he loved the man in front of him. Especially after today. It wasn't long before Missa suddenly felt his arms wrap themselves around his middle as the blondes head nussled into his chest. Gripping him so tightly as if he'd disappear at any moment if he didn't.
The taller of the two whispered sweet promises to the avain. Kissing his forehead as gently as his fingers traced the others face and held him impossibly closer.
The lines of hurt on the avains face remained, but they lifted ever so slightly as Missa kissed him in that ghostly familiar way. The way that sent him crying into his shoulder once more, the way that made him know for certain that he was not going anywhere.
They both went to bed that night, cuddled up tightly against each other. Missa tracing circles into Philza's side, relaxing him and making him chirp. Missa didn't bring it up, hoping to hear that beautiful bird song for the rest of time.
It was Philza who fell asleep first, exuhsted from- everything and now with the comfort of knowing that Missa knew. Missa knows just how much he loves him.
And he's going to make sure he never forgets that.
Hello lovelies, this is just a teeny dreamnotnap Pompeii analogy drabble, take it as you will!
Sapnap had a way of warming any room, of forcing laughter into every conversation. Sapnap reminded George of Mount Vesuvius, an uncontrollable force of fear and destruction, and George was Pompeii, a sitting duck perfectly in the way of the volcano’s explosion. But there was something almost comforting in that thought. Pompeii was preserved for years and years after all, a perfect structure of ash and death, forever sat by it’s Vesuvius’ feet. Never apart, the perfect match.
So much love lay in Pompeii’s destruction, all the mothers that tried to protect their children, all the lovers that held each other close in their final moments as molten rock came sliding ever closer to them. So much love that lay unbroken and just waiting to be uncovered.
And then there was Dream. Dream was their river Sarno, their perfect middle. The refreshing cool to Sapnap’s sizzling heat, the fierce rush to George’s constant stillness. Dream paved the way to understanding George, to give the bond between his friends a chance. Dream was the strong one between the three of them, the one that pushed when the world pulled against him, the one who could only go down under a halo of screaming passion. Dream was calm and cool, bull-headed and stubborn.
They fit together, missing shards of the chipped painting that encompasses life. They fit together, and George was never letting them go.
