#spacedogs fanfic

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Posted this to the heu community thing and then realized it's only able to be seen there. oops. lol.

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tags: spacedogs, fluff, love confessions

They're sitting in the dark watching the movie Nigel picked that Saturday when Adam gasps and grabs hold of his shoulder, bringing him entirely out of the slasher bloody mess.

He just stares at him, feeling Adam trembling, and his whispered, "This is scary, Nigel, why do you like movies like this?" is barely heard as Nigel realizes what's happening.

Adam is seeking comfort.....in him.

Nigel can't remember anyone ever seeking comfort in him, not once his entire fucking life, and he just sits there in the dark for the rest of the movie in awe that he somehow tricked Adam into thinking he's not the fuck up he knows he is.

He wraps his arm around him, pulling Adam against his shoulder, and whispers, "I....like to be scared, Star."

Adam looks up then, his beautiful face peppered over by the lights of the movie, and Nigel's breath catches.

Shit. He loves him.

He fucking loves him.

Nigel gets up then and mumbles, "Be right back," heading to the bathroom where he throws water over his face, staring at himself in the mirror.

He doesn't even deserve to be allowed near Adam let alone love him.

Adam is the only good thing in his life the past six months other than the bar doing hand over fist for cash, and while his sex life has shriveled up and died it didn't matter.

Adam mattered.

Now here he was, becoming Adam's comfort and falling in love with him like this was one of those fucking Hallmark movies.

He sighs, psyching himself up for going back, and then hears a knock at the door.

"Nigel? The movie is over."

Nigel unlocks the door and sees Adam there in his hallway, just steps from his bedroom, and frowns. "Sorry, Darling I...."

"Did you get too scared too? It's ok if you did, you like getting scared, right?" Adam asks, smiling, "We can watch the last half again if you want, I'll just look away when they start screaming."

"Adam...."

"It's not that I'm very afraid, I just don't really like the blood and gore, and the ending wasn't really all that frightening I just...."

"'Star...."

"....think that they could've ended it differently and made things seem much more realist...."

"I WASN'T FUCKING SCARED, OK?"

Adam freezes, his smile fading, and he looks away. "Oh. I....I should go home now. I'm...."

He practically runs off and Nigel curses, thinking of just letting him go, and then he chases Adam to the door grabbing him from behind.

"Adam, wait!"

"Let me go, Nigel!"

"No, Darling, just let me...."

Adam pushes him off, nearly slapping him, and Nigel doesn't fight, just stares at him in the dark the title screen on the DVD playing bright enough to light his pretty face.

"I'm not happy with you right now," Adam says, tearing up, "I....I want to yell and I....I don't like yelling so I'm just going home. You can apologize to me tomorrow."

"Adam...."

"Please, Nigel, just...."

Nigel grabs his hands, no longer fucking caring, and holds them tight in his own. "I was scared," he admits, watching Adam frown as he flips on the light, turning him against the door.

"But you said...."

He sighs. "I was scared because I realized you were....you clung to me, Star, and took comfort in me and I don't think anyone's ever fucking done that ever."

"Why does that scare you, Nigel?"

Nigel blinks back tears and smiles. "Because I.....it made me realize that I....."

"Nigel, you can tell me anything. We're friends, we tell each other a lot of things. Remember when I told you that I enjoy certain types of pornography more than others? That I like the ones where they hold the other person down a lot and you...."

Nigel feels a tear fall down his cheek as he reaches out to touch Adam's face. "I fucking love you, Star," Adam blinks, eyes wide, and Nigel just sighs, "And I know it's really not in the cards for us, I do, but I wanted you to know that. I love you more than I've ever loved anything and I.....I just wanted to tell you. That's all."

Adam doesn't move, just stares like a deer caught in headlights, and Nigel steps back almost embarrassed.

"You don't have to say anything, Darling. I just..." he grabs the back of his neck, feeling a blush rise up in his cheeks, "....wanted you to know I wasn't mad I was just not entirely ready to have my whole life change tonight. So...."

"Are you sure?"

Nigel turns to look at Adam again, his soft whisper making Nigel's heart race, and he sees tears on Adam's face.

"What?"

"Are you sure you love me, Nigel? We're very good friends and friends sometimes love each other. I've never had many friends but my father's friend Harlan is still a very close friend of mine and I consider him family and I love him so.....maybe you...."

Nigel steps close, reaching out with both hands, and puts them on Adam's cheeks pressing their foreheads together.

"Star, this isn't like Friend Harlan, yeah? I wanna kiss you, I wanna....hear the noises you make when we're fucking, and I.....I want to taste every inch of you. I want...."

Adam gasps, stepping forward, and kisses him with a lot more passion than Nigel expects, letting himself be turned against the door, and soon it's all he can think about.

Adam.

Adam.

Adam.

They kiss till they're both barely able to breathe on the couch for what feels like hours, and when Adam breaks for breath he buries his face into Nigel's neck shaking.

"I love you too, Nigel."

Nigel closes his eyes. "Star....."

Adam moves away, and puts a hand on his face. "Look at me, Nigel."

He does, tearing up again, and Adam smiles down at him.

"I love you."

Nigel smiles. "Are you sure?"

Adam makes a face. "Nigel, I'm very...."

He pulls him down again, grinning, and kisses him softly, fingers brushing his cheek. "Darling, I was fucking with you."

"Oh. Well I...."

Nigel can't stop smiling. "You know I was thinking in the bathroom that this isn't like one of those fucking Hallmark movies but it kinda is, isn't it? Two friends both confessing their love on a couch watching a shitty movie. It's like it was written by some idiot too stupid to know how to properly write a romance."

Adam frowns. "But Nigel, isn't it a proper romance? I.....I find it very romantic."

His smile fades. "Well, I wasn't...."

Adam sits up, straddling him, and sighs. "I was thinking that I was going to remember tonight for the rest of my life and now you're saying that this is stupid and I...."

Nigel pulls him down and hugs Adam tight, pressing his lips to Adam's ear. "Darling, I didn't mean.....I meant it was cliche, that's all. I just.....I wanted to give you the stars and the fireworks and....all that. That's all. Halloween is in two days and if I'd waited another week I could've done it at that Star Show thing we're going to. You would've...."

Adam pushes his arms off and lifts his head, smiling down at Nigel.

"I think it's perfect, Nigel I....I think it's not like a Hallmark movie at all."

Nigel smiles. "Why is that?"

"Because in Hallmark movies they don't have do anything other than kiss and I'd very much like to touch you under your clothes before we go to bed tonight. I want to hear the sounds you make when you ejaculate."

Nigel's cock twitches, and he finds it hard to breathe.

"Yeah?"

Adam nods. "Very much not like a Hallmark movie."

He smiles, hands coming up under Adam's shirt, and the way his breath catches make Nigel groan.

"Then, Star, let's get started. I wouldn't want to make you wait."

Adam leans in and kisses him softly.

"I love you, Nigel."

Nigel's hands come up under the back of his shirt and Adam whimpers as he presses lips to his ear.

"I love you too, Adam. So fucking much."

He rolls them over, already close to falling apart, and staring down at Adam's flushed cheeks and eager smile for a moment he can't believe he was wrong.

Maybe he fucking died and went to heaven.

Or he'd gone into a goddamned coma and was daydreaming.

This?

Having this?

He didn't deserve, not one fucking bit, but if anyone ever tries now to take Adam from him, he'll kill them.

And then comfort Adam after.

It's what he has, not what he deserves, and he'll take it.

Because by some miracle Adam loves him.

Adam......loves.....him.

This might not be a Hallmark movie.

But it's their love story.

It's theirs.

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"Star Ink" | One-Shot | Aysha006 Patreon

Pairing: Nigel Banyai x Adam Raki Genres: Slice of Life. Soft. Emotional slow burn.

Synopsis: When Adam Raki, a young scientist with a meticulous mind and unusual sensitivity, moves to a modest neighborhood near the planetarium where he works, he expects nothing but silence and functionality. But his arrival coincides with an unexpected encounter with Nigel, an introspective tattoo artist whose skin tells stories that words cannot.

What begins as an awkward interaction between two strangers—one guided by celestial equations, the other by ink and scars—becomes a subtle rapprochement between seemingly opposing worlds. In Nigel's studio, where every stroke has intention and every silence weighs heavily, Adam discovers a new kind of orbit: one in which human connections are governed not by formulas, but by small coincidences laden with meaning.

In that space between emotional containment and shared curiosity, Adam and Nigel explore the silent language of affinity, where a cup of coffee can be a starting point, and a poorly drawn spiral, the beginning of a connection that needs no explanation.

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Featured Dialogue: [Author's Pick]

Adam:

—"You showed me your world, the studio, your processes, the things you hide behind the noise and the skin and the metal. I want to show you mine."

Nigel:

—"Okay. Take me to your galaxy, Adam."

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You and I have begun to blur

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Summer Heat

Fandom: Charlie Countryman (2013) ¦ Adam (2009)

Pairing: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Summer ¦ Intimacy ¦ Gentle Kissing ¦ Neck Kissing ¦ Hair-pulling ¦ Exhibitionism ¦ Swearing ¦ Pool Sex ¦ Semi-Public Sex ¦ Anal Sex ¦ Bottom Adam Raki ¦ Top Nigel (Charlie Countryman)

Word Count: 1,324

Summary: Adam presses a kiss on his temple and slips his fingers up into Nigel's damp hair, he rumbles a gentle purr at the touch, he loves when Adam plays with his hair. Then Adam tugs gently, strands of Nigel's messy hair clenched between his long fingers, and a small, surprised moan falls from his lips. He presses his teeth against the fluttering pulse in Adam's throat.

“You know what pulling my hair does to me, Star.”

“I do.” He can almost hear Adam's small smirk in his words.

𝘖𝘩. Nigel growls playfully, “Are you aroused, gorgeous?”

His blood sings when he hears Adam's hitched sigh, “Yes.”

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Spacedogs faery AU #3

Yes, there’s more! And there will likely be even more, which is why this is now on my ao3 here. 

Part one (with art) and part two on tumblr

There’s a read more link below, which I have to point out, as tumblr likes to make that invisible for some of you.  

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“Are you sure we cannot climb the rest of the way?” Adam said. His pale face peered out from the dark hole in the branch. He seemed to keep very still, but the feather atop his head quivered and shook. “I know I do not have your talent for it but I think it can be done.”

Nigel held his hand out for the faery to take, hoping to encourage him to step out into the dappled sunlight. But Adam didn’t see; he was wholly occupied by staring first at Darko’s fierce beak, and then at his long yellow toes tipped with powerful talons, and back again.

“This is the top of the bole,” Nigel said, moving in between Adam’s frightened gaze and Darko. “Upwards from here the branches grow thinner and thinner, and dwindle away into soft green twigs. The ivy does not grow high enough to ease your passage and, even were I alone, Darko is the better option.”

“The better option,” Adam repeated to himself in a disbelieving fashion, craning his neck to look round Nigel and keep watch of Darko.

Nigel held his hand out again, closer this time, so Adam couldn’t miss it. He looked at his open palm and then up at Nigel’s face. “Darko’s roost is in my tree,” Nigel said. “He eats nothing which lives here and heeds my command. You are perfectly safe.”

Adam swallowed but climbed slowly out of the shelter of the hole. His grip on Nigel’s fingers was near painful. “If you say so, it must be true,” said Adam. “You’ve been very hospitable so far. Nevertheless, it is not easy to believe.”

“I will be with you,” Nigel said, and squeezed Adam’s hand. Even through his fright it was cool, his fingers twining with Nigel’s like little white roots.

“You will be with me,” Adam repeated again, and would not let go of Nigel’s hand even when Darko bent his head and Nigel climbed onto his back.

Nigel used the tight grip on his hand to pull Adam up to sit before him. He judged it best to not give Adam much time for thought so, with a click of his heels, Darko spread his wings and launched them all into the air. Adam gave a squeak and pitched himself forward, hiding his face in the soft feathers around Darko’s neck. Nigel had to lean over his back and check he was not in danger of slipping.

“Like this,” he said, showing Adam where to place his arms and legs so it would not impede Darko’s wings. “Lean forward into the wind and close your eyes if you must. Don’t hold on too hard, either - Darko knows where he’s going so there’s no need to try and steer.”

He laughed and slipped an arm around Adam, tucking himself close around him. Adam squeaked again, but pressed gratefully back into Nigel’s chest. Short as it was, he kept his eyes shut and his mouth closed for the whole journey. Darko’s flight was efficient and the distance from the middle to the top of the tree was not far if one had wings. Only when he landed neatly, on the old broken branch which poked through the crown, would Adam look up.

Nigel helped him down from Darko’s back, and said, “That was not so bad, was it?”

Adam’s legs wobbled a little and he sat down quite heavily. He still had hold of Nigel’s hand and almost unbalanced Nigel too. “No,” he said, to his knees. “I can think of several ways that could have been much worse.” He jumped when Darko opened his wings and flew off without a backward glance. “Where is he going? Are we stranded here? How will we get down?”

Nigel sat beside him, dangling his legs over the tip of the branch. Though the sky was still light, the gathering dusk was obvious when one looked below, down into the heart of the tree. The dark seemed to grow between the clustered leaves and spread outwards, into the evening air. “Of course not - didn’t I promise you my protection?” Nigel said. “You worry too much. Darko cannot hunt at night and will want to feed before darkness falls. He will be back when I call.”

“He looks very much like the sparrowhawk who took nearly all of a mouse family who lived by my bank,” Adam said. “I hope the rest of them are safe tonight.”

“To those not acquainted with them, one sparrowhawk does look much like another,” Nigel said. “But it seems likely it was him, being so close.”

Adam gave a little moan of sadness, and Nigel squeezed his fingers. “Maybe we can work something out,” he said. “A treaty between my tree and your bank, for our mutual benefit.”

“You really think so?” Adam said.

“Why, yes!” Nigel said, warming to the idea even as it grew. “There must be lots of advantages - we could share our produce, and have more things to trade. Those meadow elves drive a hard bargain - you must leave them to me.”

“I’ve never met a meadow elf,” Adam said. “They don’t pass over my bank. I don’t think I’d mind not speaking to one.”

“That’s settled then,” said Nigel. “We will go over the finer points later, when we are more comfortable.” The sky had deepened in hue somewhat, and a few early stars were beginning to peep out. Birdsong rang out around them as roosts were returned to and greetings and goodnights were given. “How long do you want to be up here for?”

“I don’t know,” Adam said. “Usually, I stay until I get sleepy, and then later I dream of being wrapped in a blanket of stars, not wool.”

Nigel smiled at him, and said, rather fondly, “What kind of ground faery dreams of the stars? It seems very out of keeping.”

“I don’t agree,” Adam said, sticking out his chin. “At night, the view from the top of my bank is a carpet of stars and everything else is hidden in thickest night. They are the roof over all our heads and it’s natural for everyone to enjoy it.”

The birdsong began to fall silent, and so did Adam. The frown slipped away from his face too, and he turned it upwards expectantly. Above their heads, more and more stars winked into existence, bright and twinkling, until there were too many to count.

“Do you enjoy it?” Adam whispered, after a moment. His head was tipped up in wonder, lips shaped in a wide and happy smile.

Nigel looked up also and tried to see what Adam saw, but could not. It was nice enough, but couldn’t hold his attention for long. He kept losing his place - one patch of sky was very similar to another - and then his thoughts would wander and he would find himself no longer looking at the stars, but gazing off unfocused into the middle distance.

What he did look at, with predictable regularity, was Adam. And when he did, he thought more clearly, about chance meetings and the pleasures of the unexpected. Adam’s pale skin shone under the rising moon, and his hair, dark and soft, could have been woven from the twilight itself. Nigel remembered the feel of his cool skin when he’d held him safe on Darko; his chest smooth where Nigel has thick tufts of hair.

He still held Adam’s hand in his own.

“You’re not looking.” Adam’s frown had returned. “You came all this way with me and you don’t want to see?”

Nigel thought a little, and smiled when he found his decision already made, just waiting for him to act upon it. “There are things other than stars I would rather look at,” he said. “Things I find more interesting and just as lovely.”

“Like what?” Adam said. “What could be better than a sky like this on a warm summer night?”

“Something which lives happily on the solid earth but would not rest until it had climbed my tree to get closer to the stars.” Nigel shifted, so near he could feel Adam’s breath along his cheek. “Something very stubborn and very brave indeed.”

Even in the dim light, Adam’s flush was obvious. “Oh,” he said, in a small shocked voice. “I see.”

“Do you?” Nigel asked. “Do you know what I will say next?”

Adam shook his head. “I don’t ever seem to know that. You are quite surprising.”

Nigels smile grew wider and, he hoped, softer. He brought his free hand to Adam’s jaw and touched it lightly. “Let me show you, then.”

Adam nodded slowly, so Nigel bent and kissed him. His lips were velvety smooth, and they parted just a little under Nigel’s.

There they stayed, kissing sweetly on a broken branch under the sky, until it was time to come down again.

*

Darko waited patiently on the hedge by Adam’s burrow. Adam stood before the entrance, doing his best to avoid holding Nigel’s gaze. But Nigel was far from discouraged, especially when Adam smiled so secretly to himself and his preferred object of focus was their still-joined hands.

“Goodbye, little faery,” Nigel said. “Or, at least, goodbye for now. For I hope the next time I find you sitting in my tree you will have no desire to hide from me.”

Adam shook his head. “I cannot believe I will,” he said, shyly. “Not after you were so hospitable.”

Nigel grinned with delight. “It is your turn next,” he said. “Do you remember suggesting I should consider a sheep’s wool blanket? I have thought on it and you may be correct. I hope one day, very soon, you will invite me to see yours. I will need to make a very thorough comparison with my thistledown.”

Adam blushed hotly, and Nigel laughed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Though I may be dreaming of wool tonight, I hope you sleep well in your blanket of stars.”

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Charlie Countryman (2013), Adam (2009) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki Characters: Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Adam Raki Additional Tags: Spacedogs, Alternate Universe, Comedy, Horror, Haunted Houses, Scooby Doo References, Ghosts, Mystery, Fluff, Nigel is a big baby, Marshmallows Series: Part 3 of Spacedogs Ficlets Summary:

Adam and Nigel get a flat tire on the way home from a camping trip and are forced to spend the night in a spooky abandoned mansion. Adam is up and ready to solve mysteries, and Nigel is, of course, a big hungry baby who needs his hand held the whole time.

“It doesn’t smell good in here.”

“Well it probably hasn’t been cleaned in one to ten years.”

“‘One to ten’?” Nigel snorted.

“That was generous, you’re right.” Adam gave a little laugh. “I’ll revise that to ‘ten to twenty.’”

They’d begun their adventure down the leftmost hallway off the foyer (“We’ll take them clockwise,” Adam had said definitively), and were now poking around a dusty, outdated kitchen.

“What are they doing out here in Maine, letting fancy mansions sit dirty for twenty years? This could have been a perfect, um. Moose house. Lobster shack. Whatever it is they use buildings for up here.”

“Moose house?”

“Hey, I’m not from around here, babe. We actually use our fancy mansions in Romania.”

“Well, so do we. Unless they’re…”

“…please don’t finish that sentence with ‘haunted.’”

“I was going to say condemned. Haunted isn’t a real thing, Nigel,” Adam said distractedly, most of his attention focused on the china cabinet he was exploring. Nigel glanced over from where he was poking around in a drawer of tarnished silver to see Adam pull out a dusty white plate with delicate flowers painted on it.

“Tell that to that kid. The one who got killed by the ghost.”

“Which kid?” Adam responded absentmindedly, flipping the plate over and running his finger slowly along the back of it.

“You know. The one.”

Adam finally looked up, plate still in his hand. “I… I don’t think I do, Nigel. You’re being too vague again, I need specifics if I’m going to remember a story.”

Nigel slid the silver drawer shut and moved on to inspect a knife block on the counter. “Well you never got to meet him anyway, on account of him being killed by that ghost and all.”

(Continued on Ao3)

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"Tinta Estelar" | One-Shot | Aysha006 Patreon

Pareja: Nigel Banyai x Adam Raki Géneros: Slice of life. Soft. Slow-burn emocional.

Sinopsis: Cuando Adam Raki, un joven científico con una mente meticulosa y una sensibilidad fuera de lo común, se muda a un modesto vecindario cercano al planetario donde trabaja, no espera encontrar más que silencio y funcionalidad. Pero su llegada coincide con el encuentro inesperado con Nigel, un tatuador introspectivo cuya piel narra historias que las palabras no pueden.

Lo que comienza como una interacción incómoda entre dos desconocidos —uno guiado por ecuaciones celestes, el otro por tinta y cicatrices— se convierte en un sutil acercamiento entre mundos aparentemente opuestos. En el estudio de Nigel, donde cada trazo tiene intención y cada silencio pesa, Adam descubre un nuevo tipo de órbita: una en la que las conexiones humanas no se rigen por fórmulas, sino por pequeñas coincidencias cargadas de sentido.

En ese espacio entre la contención emocional y la curiosidad compartida, Adam y Nigel exploran el lenguaje silencioso de la afinidad, donde una taza de café puede ser un punto de partida, y una espiral mal trazada, el inicio de una conexión que no necesita explicaciones.

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Dialogo Destacado: [Selección de la autora]

Adam:

—"Tu me mostraste tu mundo, el estudio, tus procesos, las cosas que escondes detrás del ruido y la piel y el metal. Quiero mostrarte el mío."

Nigel:

—"Está bien. Llévame a tu galaxia, Adam."

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Even Stars Burn

Fandom : Charlie Countryman (2013) ¦ Adam (2009)

Pairing : Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki

Rating : Teen And Up Audiences

CW : Internalized Homophobia ¦ Excessive Drinking ¦ mentions of homophobic parents

Tags : Closted Nigel (Charlie Countryman) ¦ Closeted Character ¦ Swearing ¦ Internalized Homophobia ¦ Repression ¦ Break Up ¦ Emotions ¦ Drunkeness ¦ Excessive Drinking ¦ Drunk Letter Writing ¦ Darko is a good friend ¦ Intervention ¦ mentions of homophobic parents ¦ Turns out writing a drunk letter to your ex-wife is actually a good idea ¦ What's the opposite of a midlife crisis? ¦ Midlife Epiphany? ¦ Well Nigel's having one of those ¦ A kick from Darko helps ¦ Self-Reflection ¦ Self-Acceptance ¦ Healing ¦ Making Up ¦ Breaking Up & Making Up ¦ Getting Back Together ¦ Sad with a Happy Ending ¦ Angst with a Happy Ending ¦ Angst and Feels ¦ Gentle Kissing ¦ Holding Hands ¦ Time Skips ¦ Pride ¦ Pride Parades ¦ Fluff ¦ Gift Giving ¦ Public Display of Affection

Word Count : 6,610

Summary : Nigel has no idea how they got here. Okay. That's fucking lie. He knows exactly how they got here, he just doesn't want to admit it.

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Prompt - Closeted Nigel

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The pic below is a t-shirt I designed that is featured in Chapter 2, it is actually the basis for the entirety of the short second chapter - I just wanted Nigel to wear it 😂