#dara and noam

[enjoythegay]

Favourite Shivaro Moments ~ Cold Colour Palette ~

The Fever King | Story by Victoria Lee | Webtoon by SaraDeek

#the fever king #fever king #the fever king webtoon #dara shirazi #noam alvaro #noam x dara #shivaro #feverwake series #victoria lee #saradeek #daranoam

[ooolivaz]

I want to put them in a class jar and shake them

insta: ooolivaz

(playlist I made for them :))

#the fever king #feverwake #noam alvaro #dara shirazi #the electric heir

[darklvnas]

"You're afraid I'll fall in love with someone who isn't you. [...] And you've been around Lehrer enough you'll do whatever’s necessary to take back what you think is yours."

pure. fucking. agony.

#the electric heir #the fever king #noam alvaro #dara shizari

[hqlmesbqry]

Can't believe Taylor wrote The Great War for Dara and Noam

#the electric heir #the fever king #daranoam #noam alvaro #dara shirazi

[crxxentum]

Sometimes I think about how I peaked™ writing a 1414 word oneshot for a dead fandom and then I keel over. Is this my legacy???

#>writing #>r(b)ambles #feverwake #the fever king #Dara Shirazi #Noam Álvaro #Calix Lehrer #writing #ao3 fanfic #my fic #Read 'a bush of purple hyacinths' by me on ao3 #Don't test me #READ FEVERWAKE PLEASE #PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #My like...Three followers...

[atrengsinx]

Personal Feverwake fancasts <3

Noam - Darin Wilkens

Dara - Bror Koné(I also really reference Jack Pililaau and Liam Samuels)

Ames - Ingrid Elida

Bethany - Dorit Revelis

Taye - Mukasa Kakonge

Lehrer - Leif Stacey(I gave up with Lehrer…man’s looks are not normal but I see a older, more blonde and lighter eyed Leif Stacey that’s the closest I got)

#I still reread this series constantly #and will never stop <3 #the fever wake #the fever king #the electric heir #noam alvaro #dara shirazi #carter ames #bethany glennis #taye washington #calix lehrer #books #fancasts #book characters #book series

[apollo-cackling]

so my friends and I saw a photo of a gay couple kissing with two women sitting on their shoulders and also kissing and made a few dara x noam + ames x bethany post teh headcanons over it lol so

noam is carrying ames and dara's carrying bethany

dara tries to carry ames first but he just collapses

ames makes fun of him for that

even then someone has to lift bethany a lil using telekinesis for them to be able to take the photo

ames also makes fun of him for that

afterwards when ames is making fun of dara she easily picks him up and puts him on her shoulders

dara 'complains' extravagantly about this

noam's watching them and grinning and turns to bethany to make a joke and then realises she's watching him with a dangerous glint in his eyes

cue bethany yoinking him, a guy probably a foot taller than her, right off the ground and yeeting him on her shoulders while he yells

taye definitely uses his power to mess with them

*gets ready to take the photo* "3 2- TAYE"

(taking creative liberties with how bethany's powers work)

as they get ready for the second photo, taye tries to mess with bethany by making noam super big at the last second, but bethany uses her powers to make herself stronger so the photo just ends up with superbuff bethany + lorge noam

dara takes one look at that photo and just goes. "hot"

(noam spits out his drink)

ames taking a look at the photo just smirks

afterwards they immediately start trying to make the largest people tower

taye helps by making them stronger

cue all of them yelling at leo to try to get him to join too

leo just sighing like, goddamn y'all defeated lehrer and 're just trying to die here? fine *proceeds to pick all of them up*

noam, jokingly to dara: you see why I was jealous of this guy right

watch them walking teetering around trying to get someone to take a photo of them

#feverwake #I just want to imagine them happy your honor #victoria lee said on his blog something that implies post teh ames is going to start doing politics #so I'm imagining that she had a trip to europe maybe paris and brought all of them along #*her and dara passing a look and dara thinking maybe it'll be nice to make some new memories there* #with bethany and noam exploring the place excitedly (with noam also taking a lot of mental notes about the politics and tech of the place) #since they probably haven't been there #dara exchanging amused looks with ames and just talking and chatting and slowly relaxing and really fully realising #how much happier he is now #my rambles

[literallycallmesock]

2 images that somehow give off the same energy

HEAR ME OUT (also kinda niche)

and

not sorry

#homestuck^2 #dirk strider #the fever king #victoria lee #feverwake #noam alvaro #i love that both dara and dirk are insufferable and distracting twinks

[astyqsp]

Do you ever think about Dara throwing away the watch that Lehrer gave him after Noam ends up getting hurt? Because that was the last thing he wanted? And how he begged Noam to be okay while he was unconscious? Or are you normal?

#the fever king #the electric heir #the feverwake series #cried so hard i couldn’t see #noam alvaro #dara shirazi

[sp0okyghosty]

More food for your gay soul

#the fever king #the electric heir #noam alvaro #dara shirazi #calix lehrer #carter ames #bethany glennis #taye washington

[raypowellapologist]

wolf in the fever wake series is a brozoi and i refuse to hear anything other than that, thank you for your time

#fever king #the fever king #adalwolf has won worlds worst brother #Calix needs to be locked up IMMEDIATELY #dara and noam need extensive therapy and so do i #sacha was a bitch #Raphael deserved better (or not i wasnt paying attention) #i <3 wolf #wolf fanboy #wolf>>>>your fav character #feverwake

[enjoythegay]

Favourite Shivaro Moments ~ Warm Colour Palette ~

The Fever King | Story by Victoria Lee | Webtoon by SaraDeek

#the fever king #fever king #feverwake series #the fever king webtoon #victoria lee #saradeek #noam alvaro #dara shirazi #daranoam #shivaro #noam x dara #bisexual

[ao3feed-feverwake]

by I_want_to_hunt_the_Moon

“Good day?”

A flash of white teeth over his shoulder. “Yes,” Dara said simply, rummaging through one of the bags.

“What did you do?” Noam was glad Dara had friends at university that spared him some of the shopping trips, he still had nightmares about that time Dara had debated for an hour about three different soap pumps, all more than two hundred argents.

“Just some things, clothes mostly.” The bags got dumped on the couch as he found what he was looking for. He shoved a packet of samples in Noam’s face. “So we can get curtains.”

“I thought we decided on gray?”

Dara gave him an ugly look. “Gray will not fit everywhere, we need different kinds of curtains.”

They really didn't, he thought as Dara sifted through the fabric, pausing at a dark green and making a pleased face. Noam didn't think he could be jealous of a curtain sample. Dara’s dark eyes snapped to him with such intensity that Noam was convinced that his telepathy had come back to him and he'd simply forgotten to tell Noam. “What's wrong?” 

Words: 1084, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Feverwake - Victoria Lee

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Dara Shirazi, Noam Álvaro

Relationships: Noam Álvaro/Dara Shirazi

Additional Tags: Angst, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, post the electric heir, just the boys being obsessed with each other, and Noams entry into regular life, Wolf is in the yard btw

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #feverwake #the fever king #the electric heir #victoria lee #noam #dara

[deep-in-the-moonlit-woods]

Dara and Noam's song? yes, no?

#off topic #feverwake #TEH #TFK #dara shirazi #noam alvaro #Spotify

[hqlmesbqry]

iykyk about the three in the right corner

#the fever king #the electric heir #dara shirazi #noam alvaro #calix lehrer #carter ames #bethany glennis #taye washington

[crxxentum]

Everyone shut up - I'm posting Feverwake content. I've been rereading The Eletric Heir and decided to post this piece on tumblr

Cw: Spoilers, mentions of abuse, self blame (and so on)

The air is stagnant.

Yet it doesn’t smell of dust, and the sour scent of litter that would pile up and spill out of trash cans.

It’s stagnant with the tart sting of silence. A hot summer's day, the air is heavy with heat and sweat. The fan swings in sluggish motions - like it’s limping through the air leaden with tension and heat. Noam can’t get comfortable in the chair, his thighs stick to the leather. It makes him feel itchy and his clothes feel slick. The air in this new house - this new beginning - is so different to Noam’s childhood. Summer in his childhood home was populated with elated screams of children, and a shirt so congealed with sweat it was see through. The heat there made everything sticky; like he had eaten an orange and couldn’t get the juices off his hands. There was an ice block he used to eat on those days, cheap and dense with artificial flavouring that made it almost sickly. He could make his own ice blocks now. Dara had consigned himself to letting Noam buy the plastic ice block mould at the start of summer. Noam would buy vats of juice and fill them up, sit outside and chew on them like the heathen he is.

The air is stagnant.

Yet it doesn’t smell of dust, and the sour scent of litter that would pile up and spill out of trash cans.

It’s stagnant with the tart sting of silence. A hot summer's day, the air is heavy with heat and sweat. The fan swings in sluggish motions - like it’s limping through the air leaden with tension and heat. Noam can’t get comfortable in the chair, his thighs stick to the leather. It makes him feel itchy and his clothes feel slick. The air in this new house - this new beginning - is so different to Noam’s childhood. Summer in his childhood home was populated with elated screams of children, and a shirt so congealed with sweat it was see through. The heat there made everything sticky; like he had eaten an orange and couldn’t get the juices off his hands. There was an ice block he used to eat on those days, cheap and dense with artificial flavouring that made it almost sickly. He could make his own ice blocks now. Dara had consigned himself to letting Noam buy the plastic ice block mould at the start of summer. Noam would buy vats of juice and fill them up, sit outside and chew on them like the heathen he is.

Noam once blended some bananas and cocoa powder up, and poured it into the moulds. He said he’d never go back to normal juice ice blocks. But some things require energy. Noam is so, so tired.

After Noam had stopped running - once Dara held his hand and they lay in the grass together. Dara pointing out the constellations with his hand intertwined with theirs, and they both fell asleep in the long grass. Safe. Once Noam had stopped running, he didn’t want to move again. It was utterly exhausting now, trying to get up and move. Dara was so busy now, always out of the house. Working day in and day out. Noam wanted them to be home more, to have someone to wrap his arms around. A childlike need, for someone that feels so old. Noam wants to have Dara fit into his arms, resting their head on his shoulder. Noam wants time to stop, the world to stop spinning for a while. Wouldn’t it be nice? If the world were to slow down, allow Noams weary head to catch up to just how fast the pace is.

Noam would want Dara to come home more. But things haven’t been quite right lately. Dinner is a campaign of hostilities between the two of them. One cannot comment something without it escalating into a diatribe on the other. They rub against each other like sandpaper on sandpaper, like nails on a chalkboard, like metal on china. Rubbing shoulders isn’t cat-like affection anymore. It’s incitement to an argument, a stepping over of boundaries. The air is thick with the heat of summer and the tension that Noam can feel in his shoulders and see in Dara’s. It’s a struggle between the two of them. There's so much they leave unsaid, out of fear or something else. Noam’s a coward and it feels so utterly stupid that he could think everything would be alright after this.

Solving things is somehow so much more difficult than just letting it fester like an open wound. Every word of vitriol that Dara spits, it bites and tears. Latching its teeth into Noam and tugging. Begging for a reaction, or an explosion. To give a reason and explanation for why Dara feels the way he feels. To rationalise something irrational. What fools they are.

Rumination isn’t quite a habit, but rumination on one thing for weeks on end might be. Noam drags himself off the leather chair. The feeling of sweat against leather is nauseating and Noam wants out. The room is impossibly large for someone who wants to lay on the floor and never get up. Dragging his bare feet across the floor, pulling his sweat sodden shirt off his chest where it stuck. Noam shoulders the door open, standing in the pitiful excuse of a breeze. It rustles a few leaves but does nothing to dislodge the thick sluggishness of the air. Dara is knelt by the garden, hat covering his curls. How Dara can stand having gardening gloves on in this heat is beyond him. Noam’s feet remain planted in front of the door, eyes following Dara as he pulls weeds out of the soil. Gripping the plants down low and yanking at them.

Noam sniffs, turning around and striding back into the house. Picking a glass out of the cupboard and holding it until the sink. Watching the water pool in the glass and slosh around the sides. He leaves it on the bench, opening the freezer and cracking the ice cube mould backwards and forth. Prying out four ice cubes with his thumb and forefinger and dropping them in the water. He brings it out the house, walking until he’s standing over Dara with the cool water in hand.

“What?” Dara asks, turning to look up at him. Squinting his eyes against the sun.

“I got you some water,” Noam offered, holding the water out to Dara like a peace offering.

For one moment, it seems like everything is okay. Like Noam and Dara can have one day without lashing at each other's throats like wild animals. Noam feels like a shaken up bottle of soda, standing there in the sun and waiting for Dara to take the glass out of his hand.

“Thanks love,” Dara acknowledges, giving Noam amnesty from their heat fueled irritation. Noam smiles, nodding his head to them and giving a mild ‘you’re welcome’. He doesn’t push his luck, turning around to leave Dara to his gardening. Noam feels victory against the battle that is trying to not provoke Dara. Everything he does seems to, lately. The midday sun is brutal, beating down on Noam as if to tell him to begone. Leave outside for Dara - you’ve already taken so much. You took his father from him, you made your bed now lie in it. Lay in the bed of lies alongside a man with eyes of something not quite evil but not quite goodness. Noam’s words are tar that drip out of his mouth, they sit heavy on his tongue. Noam is far too aware of the stains Lehrer left on him - and Dara - how he lingers in their lives despite being gone. Maybe Noam and Lehrer really are all too similar, maybe that is why Dara can scarcely look at him. If Noam was better, if Noam wasn’t so useless, he could have helped Dara. Could have helped Lehrer too.

Foolish wishes for a foolish boy. Noam is painfully aware of how foolish these thoughts are. But the mind doesn’t care for logic, it is animalistic. Soothed by raw words and so so into licking the lacerations they gave themself. Dara is an animal now. Licking his wounds and lashing out at those who come near. Of course he would rebel against Noam’s image. When Noam is the weapon used to deal so many of those wounds. What can one do, in this situation? But wait - anxiously, painfully, most of all - impatiently. A watched pot never boils they say.

Staring at Dara’s sunwashed form, Noam could feel at home. The air is sluggish and oh so dense. If Dara could forgive Noam, maybe he could forgive himself. Forgiveness is such a fickle thing, like the weather. There’s a rain cloud on the horizon, heavy and bloated with droplets of rain. Waiting to burst and thunder onto the ground. Noam will have to call Dara into the house before then. Hopefully Dara won’t take it as his attempt at asserting control, and definitely stay outside only to get the flu.

Noam opens the door gently, looking back at Dara. Grasp, hold, pull, throw. Dara’s just repeating the movements over again. He pads through the doorway, picking up his book from the table and settling into the velvet chair opposite the black leather chair. Leaning into the plush back and grimacing at the feeling of his wet shirt pressing into his back. He flips his book open, smoothing the crease of the dog eared page.

Noam has already gotten something that so many don’t get. Lehrer can’t hurt Dara anymore, so Noam will grin and bear the pain of knowing Dara hasn’t forgiven him for his sins.

#the fever king #the electric heir #Noam Álvaro #Calix Lehrer #Dara Shirazi #The feverwake series #feverwake #fanfiction #cross posted on ao3 #>etc #writeblr #creative writing #character study