There is a sephora cream that attracts wolf spiders apparently and now I’m just imagining Sandy buying the cream to moisturize. Unintentionally exposing huntsman to it ala S*x Pollen and just getting kissed to death by him. Huntsman doesn’t know why it smells good but damn blue keep on wearing it.
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Needles and Thorns
Chapter 9: Crushed Carnations
Huntsman has another nightmare as the anniversary is fast approaching. His totally-not-a-date with Sandy is also fast approaching. what can he do to clear his head before then?
“I wish you would write a fic where…” Sandy and Syntax talk about Huntsman and Huntsman overhears them and it takes a second for him to realized Syntax is telling Sandy "You like him dummy now date him so we can be out of the limbo of awkwardness you trap us in every time you're in the same room". OR... SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I think that'd be something you could write well.
okay, real talk.
this was such a fun idea I actually DID write something in one sitting. I didn't have intentions to write anything with any of the asks sent in for the game but DAMN I do love this setup.
please enjoy 2,458 words of this word vomit that I wrote 100% on my phone at 1am and only just now got to posting it with ZERO lookovers.
Title: You Gonna Ask Him or What?
Rating: PG
"You gonna ask him out or what?"
Huntsman finds his footpace halting in place when he overheard Syntax speaking. He was just coming back from an errand for his queen and had returned to the new and improved spider clan.
After defeating the lady bone demon with the Monkie kid crew, saving their queen the spider clan had been slowly rebuilding their home with the help of the Monkie kid crew.
And Sandy had been helping a lot with that. Everything from physically building up the spider clan lair to making deliveries for supplies. So it wasn't surprising to see the lumbering blue demon lingering in their home.
What surprised him was that Syntax was talking to him. And what seems like a private conversation.
Huntsman pressed up against the wall silently, his heart pounding for some reason. Perhaps it's because he was lurking, or perhaps it's because of the nature of the conversation.
"I don't know what you're talking about…" Sandy replies the scraping of metal giving Huntsman the mental image of him moving some heavy science equipment for the spider hybrid.
"Oh my GOD!" Syntax explodes and Huntsman uses his years of stealth to look around the corner into the doorway of the science lab. Thankfully Sandy's back is to his, moving something too heavy for the scientist, confirming his suspicions of why the river demon was here.
Syntax meanwhile supervised with his feet up on a computer console, his head tilted back and hands pulling at bus hair.
"Would you PLEASE stop doing that? It's infuriating watching you two dance around your feelings like professional ballet instructors."
Huntsman raises an eyebrow at the mental image of Sandy dancing in a pink tutu... actually surprisingly not that hard to picture.
Sandy continues to move items around silently, not acknowledging the stink eye Syntax was giving him for being ignored.
"You like him. We ALL can see it. Why else would you help us so much with the rebuild?" The scientist questions spinning in his chair as a sign of angry stimming
"Maybe I like helping your clan."
"Or maybe you just like watching one of our clan members ass while they work out."
Some heavy equipment is dropped quickly and it also loudly against the concrete floor of the lab, the sound echoes past the walls and ripples through Huntsman's heart.
Sandy commented on the spider's need for a gym, something he helped build into their new lair, even going as far as to provide used gym equipment and yoga mats for them.
Huntsman often watched Sandy and Goliath work out together, both in similar weight categories they would spot each other while deadlifting and Huntsman looked on in envy.
Sandy always finished with yoga though and Huntsman found that surprisingly more his speed so he would join him there.
He wondered if what Syntax said held any true weight, if maybe Sandy was only here because he had a crush on Goliath….it would make sense. Goliath and Sandy were both strong individuals, and it was in spider nature to try and attract an equally powerful mate.
So of course the big bumbling spider set his sights on Sandy and sank his fangs into him. And of course Sandy returned the feelings. Why wouldn't he? Who else was worthy of him?
Huntsman feels his fist tightening at his side and something well upon his throat, it grows there and chokes him as he realizes he would never have the river demon's heart.
Suffocating silence permeates the two having a conversation, and the one illegally listening in. A beat passes and then another, just enough time for Huntsman's heart to shatter completely.
"....is….is it really that obvious?" Sandy rubs the back of his neck and Syntax just glares at him with a look that screams 'of fucking course it is'
"Yes. Yes, it's painfully obvious. Now please do us all a favor and please stop being an idiot and confess already." Syntax sinks impossibly further back into his chair until he practically becomes one with it, he pinches his nose and lets out a sigh.
"Just...confess already so we can stop suffocating in your pitifully hidden Pining. Please. I'm begging you." Syntax's voice was exhausted sounding. Like he worked two ten-hour shifts with nothing but a bathroom break and a red bull to help them through it.
"Now date the idiot and release me of this awkward limbo you have trapped us all in when you share any amount of square footage." The spider demon hybrid finished with a huff.
Huntsman pressed himself back into the wall. He could no longer watch. He couldn't listen to this anymore. If he had to hear Sandy admit he had feelings for Goliath he thinks he would never emotionally recover.
he still might not….
Huntsman swallows the poisonous lump in his throat, only lingering on the bitter flavor before quickly retreating.
He could never earn the river demon's affection. He couldn't even compete with Goliath. He wishes his best friend and his unrequited love well. Locking up his emotions in a bottle and tossing it into the ocean like a message Ina bottle to be tossed about the waves and lost forever.
A conversation still going on even when he was out of earshot and gone to find a place to lick their wounds.
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"But...would Huntsman return my feelings?" Sandy asked, shifting from one foot to the other. His hand finds the beads around his neck where he fiddled with them and Syntax thinks he might explode.
This was worse than some of the TV dramas he watched. He runs a hand down his face and lets out a groan.
"Sandy... He writes poetry about you. And not some fluffy bullshit poetry. That gut-wrenching loving yearning stuff. I'm talking pages and pages of this shit waxing long-winded stories and a sailor and his lover who waits for them to return from the sea for them" Syntax inhales through his nose and exhales out his mouth, he really needed this concept to get through their thick skull. If he had to go through one more meal where Huntsman would get all teary-eyed over a cup of tea...he thinks he might just fucking upload himself to the matrix and be done with it.
"Of fucking course he would return your feeling. Probably would tango with you on the spot if you know what I mean." He finishes setting his chin into his fist as he leans back into his chair, a small smirk playing on his lips. Syntax watches several emotions pass over the river demons face and he examines each one.
Disbelief
Fear
Worry
Hope
And then finally a blushing mess.
Finally. He gets it.
"O-oh….okay."
Sandy covers his face with one large hand, trying to mediate the blushing mess he was.
"I should...go...talk to Huntsman" Sandy coughs and backs up slowly to the door.
"Please." Syntax waves him off with a dismissive wave.
Finally, something would happen.
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Huntsman didn't cry. He was a fierce demon and so he didn't cry. He didn't let his breaking heart hurt enough for him to shed tears.
So instead of shed tears, he shed sweat. Taking his pent-up frustrations out on the punching bag of the gym. He would pummel the red punching bag of sand till it matched the state of his heart.
He growls sending another resounding hit toward his target aggressively, then another and another and another till he's just screaming and throwing blind punches at the bag.
He's only stopped by a soft firm hand that caught his fist into their own.
Huntsman takes a sucking breath in, his eyes trail upward till they meet the water demons.
He must look like a disgusting wreck to them, sweaty, red-faced, and strings of hair sticking to his face.
Sandy studies him. His brows pinched together in a concerned face. A face that was gorgeous as it was kind. Huntsman feels that the poisonous lump he swallowed makes a second appearance and it only tends to the rage and hurt building in his chest.
His fist is still swallowed by Sandy's hand, a hand that was oh so gentle but firm. His hands had helped build their home back up, they had brought tea to Huntsman, and those hands rubbed his back softly when he drank too much in celebration as sick.
They were good hands. Even the hands that laid the foundations of the earth could not compare to Sandy's hands. They were hands that Huntsman wanted all over him in multiple ways.
To be treated softly. To be treated like he was precious.
And he would never have that
Sandy studied him for a long moment with discerning eyes and Huntsman didn't think it was possible for his heart to break anymore when they spoke "Are you okay?"
A beat passes. Only a single second of composure is all Huntsman can manage before he's cracking under the pressure like ice on a lake early spring.
His head falls forward into the giant blue chest and he lets out a stuttering sob, a hand reaches up and grabs that beard there and tugs it roughly in revenge.
"I hate you. Go away." He growls out despite how the arms wrap around him and pull him closer and all Huntsman can do is cling tighter.
He feels Sandy's chest vibrate with the gentle movement of a purr, something demons did to try and soothe other distressed demons.
He hates it. He hates how it makes him feel and how much it actually works and smooths him. He hates to think about how Sandy might use this on another, someone much more worthy of their love and attention.
And yet even when he hated it so much he couldn't get enough of it.
He finds his hiccupping sobs slowly recede till he's just exhausted puddy between the hands of the blue demon. He feels their calloused fingers make their way to his hip bone where it holds home like a wine glass and rubs soothing circles onto the skin.
"What happened?" Sandy asks eventually, his body heat and hand ministrations making the spider demon dizzy.
"Nothing." He spots out with a low warning growl into the pecs of the demon.
"I was going to talk to you about something...but maybe I should bring it up later." Sandy hums out and it's the equivalent of a slap to the face
"If it's about you and Goliath I already know." He spats out taking a step back, trying and failing to escape from his clutches.
Sandy looks at him like he'd grown two heads. Eyes blank as the gears try to turn and connect the dots in his brain.
"Uhhhh me and Goliath?" He sputters out still looking like he was a few crayons short of being a full box.
"Yes." Huntsman hisses again struggling in the firm grip of the large blue demon. "I heard you talking to Syntax and your feelings for Goliath."
A beat passes, maybe Huntsman said too much and he should have let Sandy reveal the 'happy' news himself.
"I think….your confused," Sandy speaks pulling Huntsman close to his chest, he lifts their chin gently making Huntsman shudder under the gentle touch.
"It's not Goliath I have feelings for…" another beat passes that Huntsman shudders between thinking he might melt under the loving tender gaze of Sandy.
"It's you." He finishes breathing, slowly descending into Huntsman's face. His breath hitches when lips meet in the softest shortest kiss that sends an electric shock up his Spode and forces Huntsman to react.
He shoves away from Sandy's chest violently, not able to accept this.
"Don't." He sucks one a breath "d-don't fuck with me." He shouts the spider demon's hands balled into fists. He watches Sandy's face fall slowly.
"Why would you ever like me?" He asked with desperation in his voice and his body shaking. It felt like a failed heart transplant. His body was rejecting the new organ that was too big for him.
"I'm not super exciting, my temper is bad and I'm not attractive and-"
Huntsman finds himself pinned to the wall his breath stolen from the shock. Sandy looms over him and holds his hands over his head.
"Don't talk about yourself like that," Sandy growls, a strange sense of fear running up Huntsman's spine that he had only ever experienced once under the water demons.
"Insulting yourself...insults me and my judgment of a person." He claims to the surprise Huntsman and stirred something in his chest by the new dominating nature of Sandy.
"You're short-tempered, but it's because of your passion-" A hand trails down Huntsman's chin to their neck where the hand massages him there making him melt. "-you think you're not exciting but every day around you makes my heart pound."
Sandy leans forward making Huntsman crane his neck back and he lets out a shuddering breath when he feels their mustache scratch and tickle against his exposed neck.
"And you are very wrong about that last one…." The hot breath against Huntsman's neck makes him shudder and gasp, lips press there tenderly making his pulse jump and his throat
"You very attractive" they purr out against his neck where Sandy litters kisses up and down Huntsman's neck leaving him absolutely breathless. He lets out a sound he would deny making to this day when Sandy lifts him up and the spider wraps his legs around the thick waist of the water demon who presses him back into the wall while huntsman arches into it.
He finds himself being kissed breathless by Sandy, this one much more passionate and full of fire. He feels a hand tangle into his braid that yanks his head back, making him gasp allowing Sandy to have better access to his mouth and chin where he nips and covers in kisses.
When they finally pull away, Huntsman is breathless his chest heaving as he tries to catch his brain cells that have dispersed so he could form a cohesive sentence.
"Court me." Sandy requests, no. demands. nipping Huntsman's bottom lip making him whimper. How could he ever say no?
"Okay." He breathes out with hooded lids leaning forward to claim another kiss.
"Fucking FINALLY!!!"
Both parties jump and Huntsman is almost dropped out of Sandy's grasp. They turn to the entranceway to the gym to find Syntax standing there looking smugly victorious. Sandy and Huntsman look at each other and then back to Syntax who turns to leave.
"Now go snog each other somewhere else, no fucking in public areas."
Both newly courting demons became a flustered mess after that.
Ok first things first: I AM A BIG FAN OF YOUR SILKTEA FANFICTIONS!!! Especially "Needles and thorns" (cant wait for the new chapter!).So i wanted to ask if i can do some concept art of the boys, if thats ok of course?
*Sees who this is*(・o・)!!!
I'm actually a huge fan of your silktea art!! It gives me much serotonin ✨✨❤️🤡
I'm sorry I haven't updated needles and thorns in awhile. (or any of my fics for that matter) I've just been in a huge slump as of late with my writting 😔
But you can absolutely do some art for it!! I would be so honored and hounestly it might kick start my brain into working on the fic again lol
Have a nice day and thanks so much for dropping by!!🤡❤️❤️
