#painsharers

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Cradled by Ilmater

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Abdirak x Donnick (aka Soup) sharing a little rest.

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Abdirak x Donnick (aka Soup)

Inspired by stuff in my Sufferer, I Shall follow up.

(if you wanna read about these two forbidden lovers, my fics are here!)

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Abdirak x Donnick (aka Soup) and hands

(and looking at eachother like that)

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Abdirak x Donnick (aka Soup) sharing some peace.

I've left them to just stay safe and protected in bed and in love for a while, thought I'd check in and make sure they're still ok. They seem well.

See you in 2025, Soup.

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Abdirak x Donnick (aka Soup) and a lil nose smooch because Abdirak has a very covetable nose.

(I miss you and I'm coming back for you, Painsharers.)

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Donnick stole Abdirak's outfit for a bit

(just to prove a point about how difficult that thing is to take off, probably)

Donnick x Abdirak (aka Soup)

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Snippet Thursday 🫶

Thank you for the tag, lovely @captainsigge!

A little bit of something from some upcoming Painsharers aka Soup (Donnick x Abdirak) that is boiling for you, Sigge!

Donnick stepped over to her, giving her a quick smile, as if his whole stomach had not just flipped over on itself, and held the pot. “Alright,” he said, trying to quickly return to their conversation, “the best bit of advice you can get - add more than you think.” Bramble peered into it. “Go on,” he said, offering it again, “show me what you’d add.” Bramble nodded and, reaching in with her small hand, pulled a pinch from within and cast it into the bubbling pot. Donnick waited a moment, to see if she’d add anything more, but she didn’t, just looked at him, expectantly. He held her gaze a moment longer, letting his brow raise slowly. She winced. “Not enough?” She asked, nose wrinkling. Donnick gave her a small smile, shaking his head. “About a fifth of what you need,” he said, and gestured then to the pot of stew to her side, “it’s as tall as you are, Bramble - don’t be stingy, or it’ll be insipid.” Bramble frowned. “Insipid?” Donnick hadn’t really realised he’d used that word, instead of bland, which is sort of what he’d meant to say. “Oh,” he corrected himself quickly, “you know - flavourless.” “Huh,” Bramble reached for another pinch, and then scooped up more or less a palmful instead, which she threw into the water, before putting on a little bit of a refined, plummy tone to repeat the word, “insipid.” A brief, momentary smile, shared between them both - a small glance, of a secret shared.

No pressure tags to the lovely @graysparrowao3 @lemonsrosesandlavender, @ankhegs-in-my-salad and @kimberbohwrites