#fanfic sneak peek

[sarawritestories]

Unwavering Presence Teaser

“You’re not taking her!” Cassian snarled his siphons blaring. His face held a mixture of emotions I didn’t care to decipher. Azriel’s siphons flared in response. “She asked for me. This is Rhys direct order. I’m taking her home.”  Cassian swung at the Shadow Singer only for Azriel’s shadows to flair out and push him to a chair. I stepped out of the room as shadows pinned Cassian to the chair. “Azriel.” Both males looked over at me Cassian had a pained look on his face and opened his mouth to speak. Az’s shadows wrapped over his mouth as Azriel glared at him. “You don’t get to speak.” Cassian lunged at Azriel, and I jumped back gasping. Cassian slammed back in the chair trying to fight Azriel’s shadows and I moved closer to the Spy Master. His hand slipped through mine and Cassian glared as his hazel eyes, cold and unyielding, he watched our hands intertwine. Always hoping someone will save you. Cassian’s words swirled in my head and when our gazes meet, I can tell that he knows what words are filtering through my head, as his gaze shifts from cold to guilty. I tried releasing Azriel’s hand, but he gripped tighter. “She is going to gather her things and we are going to leave.” Cassian dipped his head in what appeared to be shame as Azriel continued, “Rhys expects you home in three days’ time. Meaning that he does not want to see you until then. Nod if you understand, Cassian.”  Cassian gave a nod. “Good.” Azriel led me to my room, and he shut the door, and I closed my eyes my heartbeat racing. My thoughts began to overtake my senses. Weak Pathetic Worthless You don’t belong with him. You don’t belong with anyone. You. Don’t. Belong. I choked on a sob leaning against the bed post. Shadows swirling up to my cheeks, kissing away the tears.

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[fanby-fckry]

Remember when I said I stayed up all night writing an entire Alastor version of Poor Unfortunate Souls?

Well, I originally intended to just switch up the lyrics, but now there are a lot more stage directions and some additional dialogue in there too.

It’s in the same format as the song lyric site I got the original lyrics from, because I did not expect to be doing all this, lol. It was just supposed to be a lyric swap.

More actions will probably be added when I translate this into my usual format, as well as better descriptions, but I swear, this was just meant to be lyrics and a little but of dialogue!

[Alastor, spoken]

The only way to get what you want is to become an angel, yourself.

[Charlie, spoken]

And you can do that?  Just turn a demon into an angel?

[Alastor, spoken]

Why of course!  Provided the demon in question is you.

The transformation would be impossible for a Sinner, but biologically speaking, you’re halfway there already!

[Charlie, spoken]

But… why?  Why would you help me?

[Alastor, spoken]

Because, my dear – this is what I do.  It’s what I live for.

Well, as much as any Sinner can live, hahaha!

[Alastor turns to Husk and Niffty, Niffty laughs with him while Husk rolls his eyes; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie]

[Sung]

I admit that in the past I’ve been quite nasty

They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch

But you’ll find that nowadays

I’ve mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

[Spoken]

True?

[Husk shakes his head in the background; Alastor ignores him]

Yes.

I won’t deny my decades of terrorizing the masses, but my work became mundane, aimless…  Who knew death upon death upon death could get so damn boring!

So, here I am!  With a new lease on my Afterlife.

Helping unfortunate demons such as yourself in an effort to keep myself from slipping further into the bottomless pit that is boredom.

And truly, it is quite rewarding!  Offering hope to those poor Souls with no one else to turn to.

[Sung]

Oh, I fortunately know a little magic

It’s a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, for a laugh

I use it on behalf

[Alastor conjures up silhouettes representing Husk and Niffty; Husk’s silhouette is of his demon form, with a shadow that looks suspiciously like Alastor’s looming over it; meanwhile Niffty’s is human]

Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed

[Spoken, as an aside to the real Husk and Niffty]

Pathetic

[Husk narrows his eyes and deepens his frown but says nothing; Niffty seems unbothered]

[Sung]

Poor unfortunate Souls

In pain, in need

[Referencing the silhouette of Husk]

This one needs to be a winner

[Referencing the silhouette of Niffty]

That one wants to get a man

And do I help them?

[Alastor snaps his fingers, and the silhouettes change; Husk’s is surrounded by poker chips and celebrating with other people while Alastor’s shadow lurks in the crowd; Niffty’s is in a wedding dress and veil, standing at the altar with a groom]

Yes, indeed!

Those poor unfortunate Souls

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my tower

Crying, “Spells, Alastor, please!”

And I help them!

Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice

[Alastor gives the ‘pay up’ gesture to Husk and Niffty’s silhouettes]

Someone couldn't pay the price

[Both silhouettes both shake their heads]

And I'm afraid I had to rake them ‘cross the coals

[The poker chips, party-goers, and Niffty’s husband disappear; Niffty’s silhouette is transformed into her demon form, and both silhouettes are collared with green chains around their necks]

Yes I've had the odd complaint

[Husk flips Alastor off from just offscreen]

[Brief Alastor nun outfit appearance]

But on the whole I've been a saint!

[Alastor returns to his usual outfit]

To those poor unfortunate Souls

[Alastor, spoken]

Now, here’s the Deal.  I’ll make you a potion that will turn you into an angel – wings, halo, all that jazz – for three days.  Do you hear me?

[Spoken, with increased radio static]

Three days.

[Spoken, normally]

Now listen closely, my dear, because part this is important.  Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get your precious angel to fall in love with you.

That is to say, she has to kiss you.

[Alastor pauses, as if trying to remember something]

That’s an appropriate measurement for romantic love, right?

[Charlie, spoken]

Uh, sort of?

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Not really.

[Husk stifles a laugh; Alastor waves his hand dismissively]

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, I’m sure you two can hash out the details later!  For the sake of our Deal, you only need her to kiss you.  But she needs to be the one to initiate it!  No cheating!

If she does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you can keep the halo, permanently.

But!  If she doesn’t, then you turn back into a demon, and…

[Spoken, sinisterly with increased radio static]

You belong to me.

[Angel Dust makes an aborted movement as if to grab Charlie and run, but freezes; Sir Pentious raises a hand]

[Sir Pentious, spoken hesitantly]

Um, Princessssss-

[Niffty tackles Sir Pentious; Angel Dust startles at the movement; Husk comes and sits next to Angel Dust]

[Husk, spoken to Angel Dust]

Sorry, kid.  It’s up to your friend whether or not she falls for his bleeding heart bullshit.

[Alastor snaps his head 180 degrees to face Husk; his eyes briefly turn to radio dials as he flashes Husk a warning look; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie, looking only his normal amount of creepy]

[Alastor, spoken]

So, do we have a Deal?

[Charlie, spoken]

If I become an angel…  If I stay up in Heaven…  I might never see my parents or my friends again.

[Alastor, spoken]

But you will have your lady love.  Haha, existence is full of tough decisions, isn’t it?  It looks like you’ve got one hell of a choice to make, sweetheart!  Ha!

Oh, and there is one more thing.

We have yet to discuss the subject of payment.  You can’t get something from nothing, you know.

[Charlie opens her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Alastor before she can get a word out]

I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!

[Charlie, spoken]

You...  You want my soul?

[Alastor, spoken sinisterly with increased radio static]

Your Soul?

[Alastor, spoken normally]

Heavens, no.

What I want from you, my dear, is…

[Alastor hooks his microphone under Charlie’s chin]

[Spoken darkly with almost no radio static]

Your voice.

[Charlie, spoken confused]

My voice?

[Alastor, spoken]

Yes indeedy, sweetheart!

[Alastor counts out each point on his fingers]

No talking, no singing

[Alastor boops Charlie on the nose]

Not one single peep out of you during your Heavenly courtship.

[Charlie, spoken]

But without my voice, how can I-

[Alastor, sung]

You’ll have your looks.

[Alastor pinches Charlie’s cheeks]

That charming smile!

[Spoken]

And if all else fails…

[Alastor spins Charlie around, reminiscent of the way he did in the pilot during his ‘I want to watch the scum of the Earth struggle’ speech]

You could always try interpretive dance!

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Or you could write shit down.

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, that’s a lot less fun.  But sure!  Why not?

Just keep in mind…

[Sung]

The folks Upstairs don’t like a lot of blabber

They think a girl who gossips is a bore!

[Alastor starts gathering ingredients for the potion]

Yes, in Heaven it’s preferred for ladies not to say a word

And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?

[Alastor starts throwing bottles over his shoulder and into the cauldron]

Haha!  Angels aren’t all that impressed with conversation

[Alastor bends backwards so that his head is upside-down and facing Charlie; for a moment his deathmark is visible]

It passes right between their Holy ears

[Alastor puts himself in a more normal position and his deathmark disappears; he batts his eyes and poses, flicking his ear on the word ‘fawn’]

But they dote and swoon and fawn

[Alastor briefly turns away and rolls his eyes while Charlie can’t see]

On a lady who's withdrawn

[Alastor takes out what appears to be a human tongue and throws it into the cauldron]

It’s she who holds her tongue who perseveres.

Come on you poor unfortunate Soul

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

[Alastor conjures an illusion of Vaggie, staring lovingly at Charlie]

I'm a very busy demon and I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

[Alastor bursts through the illusion, smiling maniacally]

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate Soul

It's sad but true

[Alastor wraps one arm around Charlie]

Nothing comes without a price, my dear

I’m sure you understand

[Alastor spins Charlie again, this time throwing her off balance and almost causing her to fall into the potion; she braces herself on the edges of the cauldron]

Take a gulp and take a breath

[Alastor offers his hand, which is glowing ominously green; his antlers are grown out]

And go ahead and take my hand

[Alastor watches Charlie’s reflection in the cauldron as she visibly steels herself to accept the Deal]

[Spoken as an aside]

Husker, Niffty, now I've got her, ha!

[Sung]

The boss is on a roll

[Charlie picks herself up, turns to Alastor, and shakes his hand]

This poor unfortunate Soul!

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[flaming-brown-witch]

Romione Fic Preview: Virgo's Groove

My first snippet!!

When I first heard "Virgo's Groove" on Beyonce's Renaissance album, it was screaming to be turned into a Romione fic. Dedicating this to @comradekarin, who is hopefully not the only person on this damn app to fully appreciate that with me lol. Fic takes place in Deathly Hallows when Lupin comes to Shell Cottage to share the news of Teddy's birth. Originally written for the @romione-trope-fest (lol guess which trope) but I didn't get my shit together in time 🙃

Beyonce stan or not, if you like what you see, please follow and reblog and subscribe to me on AO3! The more engagement I get, the faster I'll be able to finish it 😚 Hoping to get it out while it's still Pisces season in honor of my blorbo 🙌🏽 ♓

***

"A boy!" exclaimed Fleur to Ron and Hermione as Lupin made a beeline towards Harry. "A Taurus boy! 'Zis community needs more earth signs. Can you believe 'zere are nine Weasleys but no earth signs?"

"Hermione's an earth sign," Ron piped up. "I reckon you both have the same sign actually."

Fleur cast wide eyes at Hermione. "'Ermione, you are a Virgo as well? But of course you are!"

"Why 'of course?'" asked Hermione, brow furrowed. 

"You 'ave all 'ze Virgo traits. 'Ardworking, perfectionist—"

"Controlling," added Ron, snickering. Hermione glared at him. Fleur watched the interaction with a knowing smile. 

"Sensual." Fleur winked at Ron. "Especially when it comes to our opposite sign."

That got Ron to stop smiling.

"How about some wine to celebrate?" Bill announced. 

"Oh yes!" Fleur exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "'Zere is much to celebrate," she added, throwing Ron and Hermione another impish look. "Beel, why don't you fetch 'ze '82 Bordeaux my parents gave us for Christmas? Remus, you must stay for a drink or three…"  

Hermione never took her eyes off Ron. 

"What?"

She pursed her lips. "Lavender seems to have taught you much about astrology."

Ron scratched the back of his head nervously. "Most of what I know about astrology I remember from Divination actually."

"What else do you remember from Divination?"

"About Virgos? Fleur covered the basics, I reckon."

Hermione hesitated before asking in a quiet voice, "Do you know what she meant about the opposite sign?"

Ron's cheeks lit on fire. The corner of the dining room table suddenly seemed fascinating. "Yeah, er, o-opposite signs of the Zodiac tend to have, er, r-really strong compatibility…in that area…"

"You learned that in Divination?" she questioned, voice sharp.

"That, ah…" Ron traced the groove of the table. "That I did learn from, er, Lavender… It was in some stupid Witch Weekly article."

Ron waited with bated breath for a scathing remark, but nothing came. He finally looked up. Hermione was staring at him with an inscrutable expression. 

"So…" she eventually said slowly, taking a step forward. Her hand, too, aimlessly traced the groove of the table, but her eyes remained on Ron. "My opposite sign is…Pisces?"

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[enthblaze]

should i make this a human au or nah? 🤔 /gen

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[nocasdatsgay]

✨Sneak peak✨

A bit from Chapter 3 of From the Shadows the Beast Shall Rise. I’m so sorry it’s delayed. I am working on it so I figured I would give you guys a sneak peek at part of it.

“Tell me,” Azriel’s voice was low and it shot a jolt through Eris’s body. “Do you take your lovers?” Azriel’s eyes dropped down to Eris’s shirt opening, where a rough finger traced his along his neck. “Or do they take you?”

“I do not let males fuck me like a lowly bitch.”

He was so close, smothering him with his scent. Azriel leaned into his ear.

“My shadows say you lie.”

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[guitarspearmybeloved]

Excerpt

Her blood ran hot in her veins as she approached the gaudy throne. Her blazing eyes never left his for even a second

The stare of an eagle on its prey

"Those who would wish you overthrown have fallen by my hand"

She spat out the blood. Pure glittering golden blood, blood of gods, angels and first men pooled on the floor dripping from her clothes, her sword tip, and her hair.

Her wings unfurled

Silver flashing in the holy light

"Allow me to fight by your side."

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[evolvingchaoswitch]

I’m joining in the fun

I am joining in on adding to the pile of Rocket Raccoon x Reader smut out into the universe to increase our numbers, here’s what I have so far;

Telling Rocket to “Go fuck himself” was probably a bad thing in hindsight. Perhaps it was a step too far to lob a small Rocket Raccoon hand puppet at him exclaiming “Here to help you with that” and slamming the door. Even worse was engaging in your favorite addiction without making sure the door was securely locked. Karma had to be the driving cause as to why you found yourself naked on your bed, knees held apart by a collapsible spreader bar and hands held securely in handcuffs on either corner of their bed. The restraints did not guarantee that you were about to be in danger, no that honor went to the man between your legs.

Rocket Raccoon drinking you in like you were going to be a feast that he would enjoy at his preferred pace and that pace alone.

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[midnights-dragon]

Writing a Human First Responders AU based on @tanpopomugishu artwork! Here’s a brief sneak peek, it’ll just be a one shot I think but it’s coming along well, thankfully it’s the weekend so I’ll be able to work on it! 💋

The EMT was a handsome older bloke, with soft, curly blonde-white hair and warm blue eyes that were soft and crinkled at the edges. His cheeks were round and flushed with red, and he looked rather frazzled, but in a way that somehow looked so utterly gorgeous. White gloves were pulled tightly over his hands, contrasting the dark color of his uniform, and spectacles balanced on his nose, slightly fogged from the smoke nearby, though they were, for the most part, out of range from the smoldering church.

“Hi.” Crowley, who was caked in grime and smoke and debris and who was wearing a dirty, unwashed firefighter’s suit and who was barely able to speak in a voice louder than a raspy, hoarse croak, thought that perhaps he had died and gone to Heaven. Would’ve believed it, too, with this angel before him, if the adrenaline wasn’t starting to wear off, giving way to dull, throbbing pain in his skull. “M’Crowley,” he introduced himself, rather stupidly. “Anthony Crowley.”

Find the inspiring artwork here! — https://x.com/eurosisalive/status/1760712953404510699?s=46

Andddd last but not least a poll for the title, I think I’d like to do a Hozier lyric but I’m indecisive.

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[uselesstaroth]

Ace Attorney Amy Rose:

Tutorial cases lmao

Looking at this, maybe I should put character names next to the sentences.

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[sarawritestories]

Coming Soon... Anyone Want to Go to Basgiath War College with Me?

“Tell me everything,” Bodhi formed his lips into a tight line, “Don't leave anything out. Tell me what they did to my girl.”

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[fanby-fckry]

It’s still not Wednesday, but have a WIP!

This is my first time writing Chaggie since Season 1 got released; how am I doing?

Content Warning: Canon-typical violence, mentioned

Charlie flopped down on her and Vaggie’s shared bed. “You should’ve seen them, Vaggie!” she said. “They were dancing, and singing, and really, really – honestly kind of creepily interested in the idea of getting to eat the invading Exorcists. Especially their wings.”

Charlie grimaced and Vaggie made a mental note not to expose her wings while in Cannibal town.

“But I mean, that’s good, right?” Charlie said, sounding like she was trying to convince herself as well as her girlfriend. “They’re on our side!”

Vaggie nodded, intently. “Bloodthirsty troops are the most effective kind, sweetie,” she assured her.

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[little-jey]

New ADAMJF fic <3

Adam was going to turn on him. He wanted to believe the genuine look in those electric eyes and the loving smiles he gave him and the laughter, but with every passing day, it got more and more difficult.

Adam was going to turn on him. Maxwell was too difficult. He wasn’t a good enough friend. There were too many times- too many close calls- and even though they had hugged it out in the ring, when he was alone he would cry about it.

Adam was going to turn on him.

Max picked at his nails. He was being made a fool out of. And when Adam would turn on him he would be laughed at. Mocked for finally trusting. What’s more, he even was foolish enough to consider Adam his best friend. So stupid! How could he let his guard down like that?

He took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Steadied his breathing.

i love my boys so much guys, please read! its like 2k words

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[pinkexpertnerdghost]

a little sneak peek on what I'm working on 👀

Currently editing and rewriting some sentences. Almost done tho, just need to organize the conclusion :)

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[denimaww]

Halsin x AFAB Tav fanfic excerpt

Wait. Succubus-spittle? And you bit the front leg of the spider… It had tasted sour… Suddenly, the sensation you’re experiencing starts to make sense. Earlier in the morning, you had found a spider-carcass slick with succubus-spittle. You wouldn’t have known that that was what it was, unless Karlach had dared you to lick it, and to the horror of Gale, you’d done it. It had tasted sour and caused a feeling of arousal, but one that quickly faded. Halsin hadn’t been there, he’d been back at the previous campsite. The spider that attacked you must also have been covered in the same substance. And you must’ve ingested a considerable amount, judging by the throbbing need from your groin and the sweat now covering your body. Gasping for air, you try to tell Halsin what had happened. Jumbled though your recounting is, the conclusion dawns on him as well, as he stops his search and turns to you once more, his knee grazing your thigh.

“So you… bit it. And now you’re… like this.” He looks at your sweat-covered face with understanding and pity. “Oh, Tav. It must be… painful.” He says, lacking a better word. In that moment, you are grateful for the low light in the tent, as your cheeks surely take on a bright red color and you can’t help but squirm. A new wave of hollowness and need rises through you and you do your best to keep back a whimper. You dare not answer, for fear of what sound you might make instead. Halsin is deep in thought, and you marvel at the lack of embarrassment from the druid. You recall his musings on how nature calls for freedom of love and how he has never been coy about expressing his wants and wishes for companionship, even yours, should you feel like it. “You should relieve yourself.” He says, but quickly realizes that it is impossible for you. One of your arms is in a sling, and the other has a sprained wrist. “Ah.” He exclaims. The darkness makes it difficult for you to see his expression fully but his silence makes it obvious what he’s thinking. Your thinking, however, is becoming less rational by the second. His scent is wonderful to your senses, his knees touch to your thigh like a warm beacon, sending pulses of vibrating hotness to and from your groin. You feel hollow, aching and desperate. As you shift uncomfortably, there’s an apparent wetness between your legs and you’re embarrassed to know that it isn’t sweat. Your last clear thought is one of hope and need, that the druid is open-minded enough to help you in this situation and that he will see it as a necessity and not as you imposing yourself on him. The last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable.

“Halsin.” You say, in an almost-whisper. “Please.” Read the rest over at my AO3

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[teacupcollector]

Art Of Misdirection Part 3 Sneak Peak

Ghost stays silent. Not because Soap is right, but because he is unable to come up with an answer. Technically yes she was. He didn't want it to be that way, but she dug her grave and now she had to lie in it, and that is exactly what he said.

"She dug the grave for herself and she had to lie in it! It was sacrifice the few to save the lives of the many! You need to understand that I made a logical choice! You need to separate your emotions from situations like this or it will get you killed!" Ghost sees Soap change stance.

He knew that Soap was going to punch him in the face the moment he stepped outside the tent. He knew he deserved it, but just because he deserved it doesn't mean he was going to let it happen. Before any action could take place Gaz steps out of the tent. A/N: Hello my loves. It has been a long time since I have updated. i am sorry for my long time away. I promise I will be getting back to writing soon. For now. Enjoy "The Art Of Misdirection Part 3" Sneak Peak. It isn't done yet, but I think this is a decent chunk. I have bever done sneak peeks before, so I hope you enjoy!

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[liiacfleur]

Another sneak peek ;

Music drifted up from below as the silence extended, the confession thick like the fog in the air. Steve couldn’t see his face, but the way Kas inclined his head, the tension that bled into his shoulders… he was expressive, and, while he couldn’t see behind the helm, Steve knew his eyes were distant, sad.

He wondered what colour they were.

“Who’s to say you’re anything like the lich?”

Kas snapped his head upwards, and his shock was visible even with the helm. “What?” he asked, his voice quiet like a soft gasp.

“I don’t think the lich would be having this kind of conversation,” Steve began with a small smirk. He drifted closer, only a pace or so, but enough that their toes nearly touched. When had the space between them grown so small? The prince wasn’t sure.

“That weight you bear, holding the lives of so many in your hands… it is not an easy burden,” Steve continued softly. “Ever since I was a child, I was expected to lead a kingdom. Having to do that while I had a connection to them all? Knowing each time one of them got hurt, everytime they were happy or mad, when each of them died?” Steve shook his head, once again finding the reverence he’d held for years build in his chest. “I haven’t met a single man who could do that and not grow mad or hungry with power.” Then Steve paused, and, before he could stop himself, his hand migrated to Kas’ helm. He rested his hand against the metal, along the line of scratches carved across one cheek, and he felt the creature still under his touch. “I think I may have met him now.”

This close, he could hear Kas gasp, and feel the cold wisps of magic that licked out from the helm. Steve traced his thumb along one of the grooves, recalling the moment Kas had carved them on the field filled with corpses and snow. He wondered how scared he’d been, slowly coming back into a body that had committed the acts it had.

He knew Kas could read his expression easily, he’d never been good at hiding his emotions when his guard slipped, and he was vaguely jealous that the creature could hide behind his helm. Steve knew his own face was lax, his eyes drowning in awe. Steve wondered if Kas could see the yearning he so desperately felt, the need for connection. A connection to someone else who understood the pain of having the world on their shoulders.

“I’m not deserving of that praise,” Kas finally said, his voice tight. Steve wondered if he was holding back tears, if his eyes were misty behind the black fog.

Inexplicitly, Steve felt himself lean closer. “It’s not praise, it’s the truth,” he said, like it was just that simple. “I don’t understand how you can be so humble.”

“Humble?” Kas objected, his voice raspy, a touch breathless.

Steve’s hand trailed from his helm to one of his wings, touching the one that bore the scars he’d left behind with his sword. It was soft like leather, smooth as bone, and he could feel Kas tremble under his bare touch. “You know, you’re not anything like I thought you’d be like,” Steve murmured. He could feel Kas shudder, hear the weak exhale escape his lips as his fingers mapped out the dip of his wings, entranced. “You’re good, albeit a little foolish if you don’t have half a mind to see it.”

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