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That's just disgusting fluff please don't look.

Characters: Randee, Tearan Word counts: 337

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Randee let out a pleased sigh, breaking the silence that settled between Tearan and himself. The last hour has been pretty chaotic, with the sudden attack from a group of burglars who apparently were after the pile of rocks they were bringing back to Kanstria. That wasn't much of a problem, especially after one of the men successfully tore the skin on Tearan's stomach with his sword. It only took a few seconds before the men were nothing but lifeless bodies soaking in blood.

  And what followed, well... That was nothing but routine now.

  The berserker got out of his slumber with a sneeze. The fur on which he had fallen asleep was brushing against his nose, and he felt a cold breeze slipping on his exposed skin. Rubbing his eye, Tearan straightened up and sat down, looking over his shoulder at his lover who just did the same. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as he felt the mystic's palm against his cheek, thumb rubbing at the reddened skin. Randee was smiling, that soft, lovely smile he always wore for him. That smile that wasn't quite saying it, but through which they both knew he was just glad to see he was back, safe and sane.

  Randee's lips brushed against the berserker's, and the kiss was soft, reassuring. Desperate, maybe, as Tearan felt his fingers clench into the fabric of his lover's robe. He felt the tears rush up to his eyes, but really tried his best at holding them back.

  When they broke apart, they stayed close, the mystic resting his forehead against the other's. As Randee was staring at him, Tearan's eyes traveled down to the slash on his cheek. It wasn't quite profound, but enough for the blood to still be fresh around it. Reaching out for it, the berserker carefully wiped it off before gently pressing his lips against it.

  "Does it still hurt?"

  A smile stretching his lips, Randee wrapped his hand around his lover's.

  "Not anymore, no."

[terastories]

Randee/Tearan fluff?

This isn't even half good so I'm not bothering with a picture to accompany it because reasons.

In my life I need something very important and that is some murderous boyfriends fluff, because Tearan and Randee needs to be happy and they are but you know, not all the time and they should be.

So I wrote this little thing and it's not really good but you know, if anyone wants some fluffy boyfriends, here you go

Today has been one of those days. Those days when you wake up and you already know that it would be a long day. Not because you had a lot to do: they barely ever had anything to do. But just because you woke up and you were already exhausted and ready for bed. Randee rarely ever had days like these, but today was one of those.

Tearan had immediately noticed that the mystic wasn't feeling at his best. He had been a little bit more motivated than the usual today, too. Perhaps because it was the first time he could actually be the one taking care of the other. Randee was a wonderful partner, patient and considerate, who was always there for him, so he would never let him do anything. Today, however, he had felt too weak to protest.

When it was time for the berserker to feel tired, Randee was already fast asleep since a few hours. They had borrowed a room in a inn for the first time in weeks, hoping that the warmth would help the mystic heal faster. The place was small and so was the bed, which wasn't a problem in itself; by now they were used to snuggle during their sleep. However, Randee didn't leave any space for his lover to join him.

Carefully, Tearan sat by the edge of the bed, hoping his weight wouldn't wake him up. The berserker timidly reached to stroke his hand, seeking a reaction. Which never came. Shifting to move in closer, the white-haired castanic observed the other, figuring out it wasn't too bad if he couldn't sleep yet, as long as Randee was getting some rest.

He couldn't tell how long he spent sitting there, eyes grazing over his lover peacefully curled up on the bed. His fingers never stopped traveling, curiously passing by and finding things he never noticed before. He felt a scar on his shoulder, for example, right beside the arcane one. He noticed, also, how the one on his back split back again slightly at the end. When he reached to his nape, Randee shivered, but didn't wake up. And he would do it again every time his fingers went too close to his neck: Tearan was too shy to admit it out loud, but it was sort of adorable. He spent a long time just sitting there, discovering another, weaker side of his lover.

After a while, Randee finally got out of his slumber, even if just a little. He shifted lightly, mumbled in his sleep, and his hand grabbed Tearan's, weakly. The latter couldn't comprehend what he said, but he also couldn't help the soft smile on his lips. He leaned over, kissed his forehead, and gently asked if he could get a rest as well. Without a word the mystic moved to one side and the berserker laid down behind him, arms strongly holding around the leaner man. As Randee fell back asleep, Tearan let his fingers walk a little longer, stroking his cheek and brushing his hair, and he thought that, as selfish as it could sound, he wouldn't really mind more days like this.