#I wrote this whole lil' 7.4k thing Months ago in my notebook

[raksh-writes]

Thinking of maybe posting a lil' thing sometime soon 👀 So -- a sneak peek ^^

Text version:

Khun Vegas stays quiet for a while after Nop finishes, his eyelids fluttering and the tense line of his shoulders lowering, slumping down and inward, the alpha’s usually proud posture curling in on himself. Small. Weak. Vulnerable… hurt. To the very core.  “Thank you, Nop. You can go now.” The alpha’s voice sounds thick, watery – clicking with emotion too grand to be only an effect of a simple nightmare. Nop can’t help himself as he takes a step— “Khun—” “Don’t.”  The order freezes Nop in place – not for its force, but how quiet it is. When he doesn’t immediately follow through, Khun Vegas’ lips curl into a snarl. “Get. Out.” Nop’s hands curl into fists at his sides, fear coiling around his guts, his lungs, his pounding heart, but still, he bows and doesn’t let it show.  “I’ll be just outside,” he says, because he has to, because he needs his alpha to know he’ll be there, that there’s no way he’s getting off his shift now. The only acknowledgment he gets is a nod, short and barely visible, but Nop doesn’t dare to linger anymore. He turns to leave and braces himself against the pure, unadulterated wave of grief that damn near explodes from behind his back, rapidly filling the air with the force and pull of a tsunami, so suddenly thick and potent his own knees just about buckle. Nop doesn’t allows himself to turn around though, not when he hears the rustle of the man collapsing in on himself, and not when the impossible intensity of the sheer pain in the air clogs up his senses – the grief so abrupt and so all-encompassing it only reminds him of one thing, of when he lost his— Instead, Nop sets his jaw and hurries to the door, not quick enough to avoid catching the first notes of a the most wrecked, mournful whine he’s ever heard in his entire life.  His heart bleeds all over his guts as he nearly slams the door shut, barely fast enough for the sound of his alpha’s grief to not carry down the corridor. Not fast enough to spare the other guard stationed at Khun Vegas’ door the same mercy, though.  Somewhat young for the alpha’s detail, but incredibly hardworking and loyal, Bold looks at him with wide, alarmed eyes, and Nop [...].

#kinnporsche the series #vegaspete #vegas theerapanyakul #nop (kinnporsche the series) #Raksh posts #outsider pov #my writing #sneak peek #Raksh's writing #not much vegaspete in here #tbh #but it's a Very significant background info #I wrote this whole lil' 7.4k thing Months ago in my notebook #and finally finished typing it up on my PC couple weeks ago #and I was So happy and proud of it back then #but now I came back for a reread and some edits and the impostrom syndrom kicked in 🙈 #tbf its more like a prologue to a bigger story #but I tried rounding it up in a way that would make ot somewhat work as a oneshot too #bcs I really dont have the mind or energy for a longilfic these days #longfic* #and if any more for this AU happens it'll prob be more onshots from different POVs so my brain has smth interesting to chew on #for now Im dealing with a migraine/sick sinuses both or either I really have no idea at this point #its day three and its not really letting up 😭 I have no idea what to do #but anyway! a dear friend agreed to beta for me (if you read this - hi! 🥰💗) so I'll prob send it soon #and hopefully get to my beta duty soon too 🙈 #if only the headache would finally leave me alone...