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dominimoonbeam · 1 day

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Soo... Darlin accidentally electrocute themselves / drowned and is in dire need for mouth to mouth from the vamp they just started seeing.. 👀

Just a suggestion. I love your work and know you're really busy so no pressure with that.I hope you have a wonderful day! ❤️

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ANON! Thank you so much for this ask! I went with electrocution... This definitely got a little angsty but how could it not with these two? I hope you enjoy it! <3 <3 <3

Darlin/Sam

tags: near death experience, cpr, angst, fear of loss, idiots in love, first kiss

You Taste Like Life

He came over at sundown to help out with the remodel. Darlin bought a place, a dump, and wanted to fix it up. He’d warned them it was too much work but only half-heartedly because he was hoping they’d ask him to help.

They did.

It was the first time since he became a vampire that he had a friendship with no connection to his life before or his turning. It was… real, in a way nothing had been since. They were friends. Real friends. Friends that flirted sometimes…

He went back out to the truck to grab the rest of the painting supplies. They were finally done with the repairs and onto making at least a couple of the rooms livable.

A light flicked inside the house and he froze. It was like they’d plugged in the big spotlight lamp and the bulb had burst.

But it was the silence that hit him first, incomprehensible and yet instantly registering. It was a shock to his system, jerking his body upright and turning even before his hearing caught the sound of their body crumpling to the floor inside.

Sam hadn’t realized how entuned he’d become to them—to their heartbeat, until it went silent.

He hadn’t known he loved them like that, until the idea of them being gone rocked him.

He dropped the paint cans and was back inside the house in a flash. The living room was moon lit but his eyes took in everything. A scorch mark up the wall from the light socket, the scent of that burn still in the air, and their body on the floor beside it, hand still gripping the melted plug of the lamp.

“No,” the word fell out of him, not even a whisper. He was on his knees next to them, hands hovering. Their eyes were open but they weren’t seeing him—they weren’t there. It was like the life inside them had just been turned off. “Oh god, no.” He touched their sides, gently rearranging them on the floor on their back. “Please.” He didn’t know he was talking. The words streamed across his mind in a flood of panic and heartbreak he had never prepared for.

“Wait. Wait.” He wanted to heal them, to lean back on those powers, but there was nothing to heal when they were just… dead. He tipped their head back, thumbed their jaw down and leaned over them. Lips to lips, he blew air into their lungs and then sat up, hands together and pressing down on their chest.

“Come back. I’ll heal everything else. Just come back,” he pleaded, unaware of any of those words. He blew another breath into their lungs and then did compressions, cringing when he heard a rib crack but didn’t stop. He’d heal it. He’d heal it after they… After they…

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been doing CPR. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop. Someone would have to find him and tear him away. He couldn’t just let them go. He couldn’t…

Darlin came back to life with a gasp, arching off the floor and then jerking to the side to cough hard. Their heart was a rampage in his skull, his hands always on them. He knew he should say something, should tell them they were okay, but his own mind needed those seconds to catch up. It felt like his whole world had ended and now it just wasn’t.

They groaned, hanging onto the arm he had around them. “Fuck… What…” They croaked and winced, pulling the lamp plug from their hand, plastic and skin melted. “Damn it!”

He could heal that. He would. He just…

“Sam?” Their voice was rough and their eyes, one red where it should be white, turning up to him and filling with panic. “Your crying… Are you hurt?” They sat up, pain a flicker across their face at those broken ribs but it didn’t stop them from reaching for him with their good hand, eyes quickly scanning him for injury.

“I… No… I… You…” He closed his eyes. Fuck. He had to get himself together, but his heart was pounding and his emotions rampaging in all directions. “You were dead.”

They were still for a minute, sitting there on the floor facing him. “I was?”

He sighed and opened his eyes, really hating how unbothered they were about the fact, still just worried about him. “Darlin…” When he opened his eyes, they had a little smile he hadn’t been expecting.

They reached up slowly and thumbed the tear off his cheek with their good hand. “Did you save me, cowboy?”

He sighed, leaning his face into their hand. “I broke your ribs.”

Darlin shrugged. “That one always breaks. Not your fault.”

He frowned reaching out with the same slowness that they had—giving all the time to be stopped—before his fingers touched the hem of their shirt, sliding up under it to palm their naked side underneath. Their heart beat faster, their eyes on him. He poured magic into them, gently healing the delicate bones he’d broken inside their chest.

“Thank you,” they said. “And for saving me…”

He winced and shook his head, not sure he could talk about that yet. His hand moved slowly from their side to their arm, sliding down to their wrist and easing more magic through his touch to heal their palm. They shivered and sighed.

He hadn’t wanted to be left behind when he faced a world without their heartbeat. That was a lot to unpack. “Darlin…” Their hand had settled on the side of his neck, their eyes fluttered shut from the magic in their system. A little tug and they were sitting in his lap. Their heart beat faster and their eyes opened, one still violently red. He needed to explain how scared he’d been, how this changed things, but could only stare back at them and hope they got it.

A funny smile played at the corner of Darlin’s mouth. “Did you kiss me?”

He touched their temple, more magic, healing their eye. “I gave you CPR.”

“That sounds like some bullshit excuse for a kiss, cowboy.”

Sam sighed, inches between them, their body practically melting into his now that they had magic rolling through their muscles. “Are you really complaining?”

“I’m just saying… I would have liked to remember being kissed by you,” they countered in a mumble.

It was his heart that skipped beats then.

Their eyes opened again, meeting his gaze and waiting.

Sam had missed a lot of moments in his life—and his death. He had a habit of hesitating and letting things pass him by, of overthinking and talking himself out of things. But if he let it happen now, if he didn’t kiss Darlin the way he wanted to so badly… they’d think he didn’t want to. They’d accept that, of course, and they’d continue to be friends, but he would have hurt something he could never heal, no matter how much magic he burned. And life was so fragile. One second they were there and the next they were gone.

Fuck that.

He touched the small of their back, bringing them that inch closer to his chest and sealing their lips in a kiss. He felt their surprise melt away, arms curling around him and lips parting.

How could someone that had just been dead taste so much like life?

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #fanfic #fic prompts #first kiss prompt #dominimoonbeam #<3 #darlin/sam

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moonbeamdomini · 2 years

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So, my @dominimoonbeam account was terminated. This is yet another first for me. I've never had an account terminated or even suspended before. Interesting. I may have flown too close to the sun with the steamy fanfics. I thought I was posting the truly steamy ones to ao3 but there's a chance I don't know how to filter myself well enough?

Still, would have been nice to get an email. Worst sort of way to be fired.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #dominimoonbeam

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cat-arsenal · 2 years

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There’s been so much good Wolves x Elementals stuff since those first posts nearly a year ago (?!), most notably the Lasko x David and/or Asher that @cottagecorexboy , @espressoth , @teddybasmanov , and I have spammed y’all with, the wonderful Damien x Asher fic series by @dominimoonbeam , and more recently, the collective Milo x Lasko brainrot mostly by @metaredacted0201 --which got me thinking: what if More and Different Wolf x Elemental combos?

So now you get me rambling about dynamics so I can maybe get my other work done before diving into this lmao

Lasko x David

The Classic

They balance each other out, each--perhaps hypocritically--encouraging the other not to overwork

Very quiet, domestic couple (who for sure get Very Rowdy)

Speaking of which, David finds a very nice, unexpected subspace with Lasko’s gentle domming

Lasko x Milo

Tall Nerd Gets Dommed by a Guy A Foot Shorter than Him

They have a lot of fun together, Milo helping Lasko come out of his shell and Lasko introducing Milo to ever more geeky stuff

Well-Dressed Men

Milo is definitely jealous of the fact that Aggro beelines for Lasko to claim Lasko’s lap, climb his shoulders, make a nest of his hair, etc. (but Lasko assures him that he still likes Milo best)

Lasko x Asher

Oh Asher has so much fun teasing Lasko. He’s so easy to fluster

But he also loves comforting and encouraging Lasko. Asher is great at self-care and mental health days.

And They Were Both Subs (Um, Actually, they’re both switches, and it’s interesting to see how that evolves with two people who are normally more submissive, but with room to explore themselves)

Lasko is also good at comforting Asher, who, as we know, also has self-worth issues. They may or may not get into “No, you’re amazing,” matches.

Damien x David

Big Tsun and Small Tsun

They’re both set in their ways and sometimes argue about the precise amount of sugar that recipe needs, excuse you

But they’re an unstoppable force of love and protection and change when they combine their knowledge, resources, and stubbornness

Size Kink

Damien x Milo

Short Buff Kings

The sarcasm is strong with these two

So is the competitiveness. Be it field sports or Wii Sports, these two don’t hold back.

Confident guys who every now and then have doubts about their sexy bodies or short wolf legs reassuring each other

Damien x Asher

Balance!

Asher loves Damien’s fiery spirit, and Damien loves Asher’s gentle heart

I can see them having an adventurous nightlife; wandering the city, checking out clubs and little-known restaurants

Damien tries to fix Asher’s diet (and failing that, tries to help him get over his fear of ordering deliveries. Still winds up doing it for him most of the time.)

Huxley x David

Big Gentle Dudes

So much camping

I feel like Huxley helps David relax, set aside all the heavy stuff he carries as Alpha and just be in the moment

David loves getting to know the parts of Huxley he’s used to hiding. A lot of very tender talks and kisses and cuddles

Huxley x Milo

Smol Sassy and Tol Chill

Huxley will sometimes run with Milo in wolf form, and while he can’t keep up for long, Milo will run back to him and tackle him for snuggles

Milo doesn’t mind feeling small in Huxley’s arms

They have dedicated self-care/do-nothing days where they lay around the house, pampering themselves and enjoying each other

Huxley x Asher

Gym Bros Turned Boyfriends

Comfort food and digging holes and video games and chill

Asher doesn’t know how Huxley can talk so sweetly while absolutely destroying him in bed, but he’s not complaining

The biggest and fanciest of pillow forts

#mac!#teddy!#meta!#dominimoonbeam #WOLVES X ELEMENTALS #redacted asmr #headcanons #shipping #suggestive #in places #If you were wondering lmao #feel free to expand on this! this is just some intial thoughts #feel free to expand! this is just some initial musing #dames!

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mar-the-magician · 2 years

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A kiss prompt!!!

I desperately want more Lasko/Cam and would love to see your take on #1 - kissing on the palms of hands. <3 <3

AH! ASK FROM DOMINI!! 😭😭🥺😳😳😱

Yes!! I am always down to write more Cam/Lasko, so here we go!!

“Aaand that's the last of it. Th- ah, uhm, thank you for letting me borrow your pencil, I can't believe I was stupid enough to leave mine at home when this is l-l-literally a study date—“ Lasko stopped himself when he saw Cam's expression.

“I mean, uh— I can't believe I was so forgetful. It— I'm not stupid, it was a mistake anyone could have made. Just… kinda silly.” Cam smiled at him and Lasko totally, absolutely was not fixating on how beautiful his smile and his lips were. Not at all. He held out his hand with the pencil.

“Thank you, dearest love,” Cam took the pencil and then took Lasko's face-up hand, kissing the palm of it. Lasko's brain short-circuited. Soft lips— warm lips— on his palm. Cam looked up at him, blushing a little.

“I should have asked, forgive me… but you did seem to enjoy that…”

“Yes! Y-y-y-yes I enjoyed it.” his face was beet-red. ”It was… really really sweet… actually…”

Well, I got carried away… that was a great deal longer than I inteded it to be 😆

Hope you enjoyed!! ❤️💜💕

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catella-ars · 2 years

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Some angsty bits from @dominimoonbeam ‘s lovely writing (don’t worry; they all have good endings.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34159945

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35781055

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38478445

#art #fanart #double fanart #dominimoonbeam #redacted asmr #redacted hux #redacted huxley #redacted christian #redacted damien #THE DRAFTS ARE EMPTY

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gumballrightfoots · 2 years

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OMFGGGGGGGGGGG MY GOSH OH MY FUCK

OMFGGGGGGGG

#I LITERALLY LOVE THEM OMG #gumball hq #SCREAMING #dominimoonbeam #redacted asmr #OMFG

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forevermore-quoth-the-kitten · 2 years

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Whelp. Homework is due soon and i finally have a day off, but after doing nothing but work and school for nearly 2 week straight without a break, I decided to use my morning for something more relaxing. So it's badly drawn and not colored in my any means, but I introduce my Redacted Wolf Pack listeners. (Some of yall have already met Darlin and Angel, but I wanted all of them together anyways.)

Also, just an fyi. In the next week or so I will be drawing the others, so if you want to make sure you see them, lemme know in the comments and I'll tag everyone who asks in that post.

#im gonna be honest im not expecting anyone to be asking for that #but whatever #im doing this for me #and the four redacted tumblrs i interact with a lot #but thats probably just tealonsamada wholl actually be interested #theyre awesome btw #so are romeo-the-homeo #dominimoonbeam #and darlin-collins #redacted asmr #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted babe #redacted darlin #redacted asmr fanart #shit i almost forgot to mention #freindly faded is such a good writer i adore them

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teddybasmanov · 2 years

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Very intrigued by "gavin's shirt"... are they passing the shirt around? <3

That's a very good idea (why didn't I think about it first?), but no, it's a working title for a collection of tiny (extremely tiny) snippets/headcanons about the freelancer, D.A.M.N. boys and clothing. I started if forever ago (just checked and the file was created on the eighth of July 2021) and haven't touched in a while. It's called "Gavin's shirt" because the part about Gavin's button up was the one I came up with first and I didn't bother enough to find some poetic name yet.

Here's a bit about Huxley, since it's the only one semi-finished, and now it looks like a rip-off of his Hot Boy Winter, but it isn't.

Huxley has seen the freelancer dressed differently – in their semi-official academy shirts and dark jeans; in their comfortable sportive T-shirts and cargo-trousers when they went on hikes or camping; in their flashy tops and shorts on parties. He has seen them completely naked, after all. But nothing made his breath hitch and his heart start fluttering in his chest as what he sees this morning. For the first time they stayed over on the weekend and none of them needs to go anywhere, so when he wakes up and hears the water running in the bathroom, he stays in bed, waiting for them to come back. And they do appear in the doorframe, still sleepy, hair in disarray and… wearing his jersey. It’s so big on them it can practically double as a dress. They lift their arms to stretch, revealing more of their thighs and he realizes that the jersey is the one clothing on them now. Their arms fall back and so does the neckline, showing their collarbone. They smile at him: “I thought you might like it.” They were right, as usual.

#and the post with transfers flies from the mainland #dominimoonbeam #wip ask game #redacted asmr #fanfic wip

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darlin-collins · 2 years

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♪Songs and redacted edits♪ #1

So this is when i find a song/and edit audio and i imagine a redacted character/s with it

Imagine this vamp!Darlin from @dominimoonbeam 's

No luck left

A Transformation

from

Wolf Darlin sitting on the grass looking at the moon

Vampire Darlin on their knees sitting and staring at the moon with an empty expression, glowing eyes and tears running down their cheek

On an audio like this one

/credit to the real owner (this was a pov actor so i decided to take the image off,so they're not the real owner)/

#redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted darlin #redactedverse #redacted shaw pack #redacted tank #dominimoonbeam

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thatlesbeanjew · 1 year

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Cam and William…..

✨Camelopardilliam✨

#ehehehehe I think I’m funny #billiam my beloved #redacted asmr #redactedasmr #redacted cam #redacted will #cam/will #inspired by dominimoonbeam #thatlesbeanjew

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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years

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Your Redacted ASMR fics are THE BEST I have ever read!! You capture all of the characters so well and I cannot tell you enough how much I love your stories!!!

stop being so nice to me i'll CRY 😭😭😭

🥺🥺 i have no idea what to say except THANK YOU sweetness!!! i have been holding onto this ask for a few days now because i am unable to quite express the level of gratitude i wish to convey - my love i am so so SO pleased that my writing is to your taste and that you're enjoying it!! 💕💕 please know that i am blushing v v hard and giving you a hug and a great big slice of cake 🍰🍰

#flattery will get you everywhere and i am FLATTERED 🤯🤯#i highly highly encourage you to go and have a look at some of my lovely talented mutuals if you are in the market for redactedverse #ej @ejunkiet #chrys @sealriously-sealrious #rowan @solclaw #miles @friendlyfaded #beans @glassbearclock #lovely @lovelylonerliterature #romi @romirola #domini @dominimoonbeam #there are many more but just off the top of my head #this lot are all EXTREMELY talented and sweet and i adore them #so i hope that's helpful!!#lots of love to you my darling and thank you again 💕💕#ginger speaks to lovely blogs

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dominimoonbeam · 7 months

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What's Happening?

Gavin/Freelancer sickfic I wrote for @glassbearclock my beloved!

Early early relationship, Freelancer has a cold but is worried that if they cancel on a date with Gavin he won't come back.

tags: sickfic, relationship uncertainties, gavin is a caregiver, light angst

What's Happening?

Freelancer felt like shit. They’d been sucking on throat lozenges like their life depended on it all morning. And it sort of did. At least their sex life did.

Gavin was a daemon, so it wasn’t like they could get him sick, they just had to not be disgusting when he came over tonight.

Fuck, they were so tired, but they dragged themself to the pharmacy and tried to find the strongest cold medicine that wouldn’t completely knock them out. They read the label on another bottle and had to bite off a laugh when it said not to operate heavy machinery. Did Gavin’s dick count? Were they the one operating it? No.

When they noticed someone sneaking a glance at them, they realized they’d laughed aloud. Oh shit, were they acting weird? They felt like a furnace in their hoodie, even though everyone else was wearing big jackets and it was snowing out.

The walk home felt twice as long as ever before. They were so worn out. They had to resist the panicked urge to pop the bottle in that shopping bag and take a few drinks. They needed to get their shit together. They needed to perk up. They had an incubus coming over!

Oh god, what if they couldn’t get it together? What if he realized they were sick? If they weren’t any good tonight, then would he come back again?

They liked Gavin. A lot. And not just for the sex. The sex was amazing, of course. It was the stuff of fantasies that Freelancer had only read and daydreamed about before. Their own brief sexual encounters with other people had been okay, but nothing like this. And Gavin made them feel like they were the deviant, like they were just as prolific and skilled as he was. It felt amazing and empowering and fun. They weren’t ready to give that up, but more than that, so much more than that, they were worried about losing Gavin.

They wanted to believe they were more than just a good meal to him, more than just benefits. They wanted to believe they were friends. But the level of worry they had over not being able to perform tonight was making them realize they really weren’t sure.

And if he didn’t come back, how would they find him? How would they ask how he was doing or if he wanted to hang out?

They were lightheaded by the time they got to their building and leaned heavily against the wall in the elevator. The ding seemed impossibly loud.

Okay. They just had to get to their apartment, chug some of that cold medicine, take a shower, and act like they weren’t ready to sleep for twelve hours.

The elevator dinged and the door rattled open. Freelancer walked down the hall, surprised by how it stretched and wobbled. That can’t be good. They managed to get their keys out and in the door, pushing it open and stumbling in.

“You’re late,” Gavin called from the living room, sounding seductive and guarded like always. “I was starting to think you were standing me up, Deviant. I was about to—Deviant?”

Their knees hit the floor just inside their apartment and they dropped their backpack and the shopping bag, somehow fumbling both in an attempt to hang on to them and to themself while their vision turned too bright and the ground kept sliding under them.

“Deviant?” He was closer. Was that panic in his voice? Shit.

They tried to say they were okay and to apologize, maybe even laugh at how clumsy they were, but everything went dark.

Gavin had only gotten there a few minutes before them. He’d actually been late, largely because he was struggling over how eager he was to see them. It wasn’t normal. He shouldn’t be that invested in one of his charges. They came and went. They were there for a good time, a good time he delivered, but he’d always been careful not to get too attached.

So, he’d been intentionally late.

And it hadn’t even mattered because his deviant wasn’t home yet anyway. So he sat on the couch and wondered where they were, if he should leave, if they were over him and onto other things…

And then the door had opened and he’d stayed on the couch, trying not to act overly eager.

And then his deviant had stumbled.

Gavin was there in a flash, standing over them and trying to understand what had happened. Their aura was…strange, and they were breathing fast. They mumbled out a tangle of what he assumed was supposed to be words before their body keeled forward in a dead faint.

Gavin caught them, one hand cupping their head before it could hit the floor. Panic stampeded through him. “Deviant?” he spoke gently, picking them up in his arms and carrying them to the couch. With a thought, he’d closed the front door.

He put them on the couch and their eyes were already fluttering open. “What’s happening?” he almost pleaded, touching their face and neck. They were so hot. This couldn’t be normal for humans. He used magic to search for injuries, for anything he could heal, but there was nothing.

They looked teary, pressing their lips and swallowing hard. They flinched, like that hurt. “Shit… I’m sorry, Gav…” They sat up. He stayed on the coffee table, hands roaming their upper body, afraid they’d tip over again. They coughed and tried to hide it against their arm.

“You’re sick?”

“I’m okay.”

“We should take you to a hospital.”

They smiled a little. “For a cold? No. Seriously, I’m fine.”

“You fainted!”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for it!”

They caught one of his hands. They were so warm, but they looked up at him so calmly through those glassy eyes and past those flushed cheeks. “It’s okay, really. I just overdid it, I guess. I probably shouldn’t have gone out.”

“Why did you?”

They deflated, looking down. “I was getting cold medicine. I thought if I could get something to shake the symptoms… you wouldn’t notice.”

He blinked. “I mean, I’m glad you want me that bad, but I’m not sure my dick is actually worth dying for.”

They snorted a laugh and then coughed again, curling an arm over their face. “I mean, I wouldn’t say it’s not... But I just… I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Gavin felt like the world had dropped out from under him. He stared at them. “What?” Disappoint him?

“I know you hang out with me for…” Their aura flinched and twisted, filling with self-doubt and delicate fear. “I didn’t want you to leave or… not come back,” they confessed quietly, shoulders sagging.

Gavin tried to absorb all of that. They had gone out when they were sick to try to get this cold medicine in hopes that he would somehow not notice they were sick so he’d fuck them, not because they wanted to get laid, but because… because they thought that was his only reason for hanging out with them? And why wouldn’t they think that, when he’d definitely always put it that way for himself and for them. But they wanted him to hang out with them… Enough to go through all this effort. Enough to put out when they were definitely not into it. There was a lot about this he hated but the crystal clear center was what almost had him choking up.

Fortunately, his deviant was definitely too sick to notice at the moment.

“I like you,” Gavin said, a little terrified to say it and sort of hoping that fever would keep them from remembering.

They looked up at him, their aura smoothing out with hope. It was beautiful. And it had cost him nothing but the truth. “So… You’ll come back sometime?”

He sighed, pushing some of their hair out of their face. “Oh, deviant… I’m not leaving you like this.”

They blinked and then straightened where they sat. “Y-You want to… I was worried the whole sick thing would be a turn off…”

He laughed darkly. “It’s not, but we’re not going to fuck. You fainted from walking down the hall. What I do with you might kill you right now.”

His deviant chewed their lip, leaning closer. Their weak aura even flared with interest. He smiled. They were incredible. “I don’t think it would… We could try.” They started coughing again, this time rooting around in the pocket of their hoodie, dumping little wrappers before coming out with what looked like a candy. They shoved it in their mouth and sucked.

Gavin ignored the way his dick jumped in his pants. No. Nope. He was not going to take that bait. He snagged one of the wrappers and spread it out, reading it. Medicine.

“We should put you to bed, right? The right way, I mean,” he smirked, floundering a little. What did people do with sick people? “We should get you in your pajamas and into bed and then… water?”

“Yeah, I’ll go to bed… You don’t have to stay, Gavin. I know this isn’t fun—”

“Who says it’s not fun? I’ve never taken care of a human before. Maybe I’ll be good at it…” He smiled. “I’m good at most things I do.”

His deviant smiled. “I believe you.”

He shivered pleasantly and scooped them up. The deviant gasped, throwing arms around his neck in surprise when he picked them up. Somewhere between the living room and their bedroom he vanished their clothes, enjoyed their surprised gasp against his neck and the naked skin in his arms for a split-second, before putting their favorite pajamas on them just as quickly. He settled them on the bed and pulled the covers up over them. He’d never actually pulled the covers up before…

For a second, he stared at them and they stared at him. They were so cute.

What else?

Fluids? That was an illness thing, right? He used magic to make a big glass of water and then considered their sore throat and added a cup of tea.

Deviant smiled, their aura practically shining with happiness despite.

Was it so easy to make all humans happy? Or just his human? He changed into his own comfy sweatpants and crawled in bed with them. “What else do you need?” He pulled their body against his, again surprised by the heat radiating off of them.

“No, that’s great. Thank you. You don’t have to stay.” Their eyelids were heavy.

He stroked their hair the way he knew they liked, of course, usually he did it as a part of aftercare, but care was care, right? “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” they whispered, half-asleep already but the answer coming fast and easy.

“Then I’ll stay.”

They smiled to themself and curled into his chest. He kissed their head. When they were asleep, he magicked their phone from their bag to his hand. He googled colds and what to do. When they woke up, he’d make soup and make sure they drank some of those liquids. It looked like he’d need a thermometer and maybe medicine to reduce a fever if they kept this up. He was going to be a fucking expert when they woke up, but, until then, he stroked their hair and their back and relished the steady pulse of their aura.

#redactedverse #gavin/freelancer #gavin is a caregiver in hiding #sickfic #comfort #giftfic #<3 #dominimoonbeam #redacted asmr #early relationship #uncertainty

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