#rain-drenched rogue regrets

[rogue-durin-16]

MISS SLYTHERIN

Summary: Fred meets the perfect girl at the beginning of his seventh year; although he is reluctant to ask her out, the universe keeps throwing her into every place Fred finds himself in, even in the most unexpected one; the Quidditch pitch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: mostly fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: language and a little tiny bit of slut shaming (?) and making out

A/N: I was on the subway listening to Sweet Dreams and my brain went 'hOLd oN— bEAteR ReAdER 👁️👄👁️!' so here we are. Kinda long but worth it. Enjoy this <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

It was the first Saturday of the scholar year, and the first ten days tended to be the definition of chaos, so I had volunteered to help my House's prefects with the first years; I was in sixth year, so my first two weeks were mostly free anyway.

I was on my way to the dungeons to pick up the group of kids the prefects had assigned me when I bumped into my Ravenclaw friends, and I decided to chat a bit with them to catch up.

I had my back against one of the hallway's walls, therefore I saw the pair of towering, lean, redheaded figures jogging towards my friends to give them a jump scare.

"That's about it real— AAH!" My friend jolted at the infamous' twins, bumping them for scaring her. "Idiots!"

"Sorry, love." One of them passed his arms over two of my friends' shoulders, while his twin brother's eyes roamed over the circle, tilting his head in confusion when he reached me. "Hello?"

"Hey." I gave them a subtle wave and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh, right!" My friend turned to me and pointed at the boy whose arm rested on her. "This is George and that's—"

"Fred Weasley." He introduced himself, offering me his hand to shake with a half smile that promised everything but boredom.

Giving his hand a firm shake, I responded, "Y/n Y/l/n." Our eyes locked; we didn't even attempt to hide the fact that we were measuring one another, and I knew I would have to endure the teasing on my friends' behalf later, but there was something in Fred's gaze that made me extremely curious about his intentions.

I let go of his hand, only for him to take a couple of steps in my direction to stand closer. "And how is it that I've never seen you before, Y/n Y/l/n?" He inquired, leaning on his shoulder against the wall.

"I reckon you don't look much at the Slytherin table?"

His body tensed. "Oh?"

"Oh." I chuckled at his shock. "Scared much?"

The corner of his lips twitched up again. "Should I?"

"Guess that's on you to decide." We lingered on each other's gaze for a bit too long. "I think I'll get going." I was the one to avert my eyes in order to talk to my friends, who were already giving me that look. "See you lat— Oi!" Fred swooped the bag I was carrying off my shoulder and hung it on his.

"I'll carry this for you."

"I'm heading to my House."

"Where else would you be heading?" I turned to my friends in confusion, but they only shrugged; I didn't even have time to ask them what was he up to. "C'mon, Miss Slytherin!"

My eyes got big at the name and I spun around, rushing to catch up with him. "I can carry my own bag, you know that right?"

"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to walk with you." I quirked a brow at him when the ginger winked. "Tell me something."

"Like what?" I questioned, a confused yet amused grin dancing on my lips.

He shrugged, averting his gaze to nonchalantly look to the front "Dunno," He changed my bag to his other arm so it wouldn't be between us. "What do you think about Umbridge?"

"Well, she's got terrible taste in clothing." He laughed, and so did I. Just like that, we fell in a quite fluid and enjoyable conversation.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"—And not only that, she's so smart—" I groaned burying my face in my bed's pillow, very aware that I had been talking about Y/n to George and Lee for at least fifteen minutes. "Yesterday she held my hand and I think my face turned red."

Lee's snort was followed by George's words. "So are you gonna ask her out or...?"

I grimaced. The last couple of weeks, somehow I had managed to bump into Y/n everywhere. It was as if the universe was throwing me towards her, but there was a voice in the back of my head that stopped me from making a move. "What if she says no?"

"Freddie, she blantantly flirts with you every time you see her." George stated with his eyebrows raised. "Just ask her out, mate."

"Aight," I nodded. "I'll do it next time I see her."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

READER'S P. O. V.

When Adrian Pucey informed me that Crabbe wouldn't be able to play in the upcoming Quidditch match, I instantly regretted accepting my friends' dare of showing up at Quidditch tryouts.

Though I didn't put much effort on it, I got in the team as a reserve, and the moment had come for me to shine. How lovely.

I couldn't really back out of that one, so that's how I ended up in the Slytherin changing room before a match that would be played in the worst conditions. Since I was in deep already, I thought I might as well go for the win with everything I had.

"Oi, Malfoy!" I gestured the kid to come closer, which he did with reluctancy. "Don't give me that look— I don't like you either."

"What."

"You're not half as good as Potter—" Before he started the rant of insults, I spoke again. "Shut it. You're not half as good but you're faster." My words were clear and slow, making sure he would understand. "Keep your eyes on Potter— if he moves, you move."

He seemed to hesitate, weary of my advice, but then he gave me a subtle nod and walked away.

"C'mon, on your feet everyone!" Our captain called us and we obeyed; as we approached our entrance to the pitch, thunders could be heard louder and louder. "We're not only for the win, we're gonna crush them." He shouted, partially so we could hear him over the racket of the storm and the muffled hubbub of the crowd, but also because he wanted us to know how serious he was about it. "Glasses!" I took a deep breath, grasping the bat "Broomsticks!" The gate opened as I mounted my broomstick. "UP!"

"AND HERE COMES SLYTHERIN!!" We heard Lee Jordan's voice as we took off to go around the pitch in formation.

Even before we flew over the Ravenclaw stands, obnoxiously loud cheers of my friends could be heard, and I couldn't help but laugh.

FRED'S P. O. V.

"The hell are they cheering on?" I frowned at the Ravenclaw stands going nuts when our rivals passed over them. "It's bloody Slytherin!"

My brother, who was waiting besides me for the match to start, scanned the stands, and then the opposite team; in an instant, he stood upright and nudged me with his bat. "Oi, look!" George called my attention over the roaring crowd after the Slytherin team had passed over our heads. "The beater! Number 6!"

I looked for their number 6 in the pitch, only finding what George was talking about when they stopped at their starting points. Squinting my eyes, I managed to read through the rain the back of the robe. "Y/l/n— Y/n?!" George laughed loudly, following Angelina's cue and flying to his respective mark in the circle.

"Move!" Katie yelled, flying past me and snapping me out of my awe. Had she always been a beater?

When I reached them, I saw Y/n meticulously making sure she had everything secured.

Our eyes, despite the glasses and the pouring rain, managed to meet seconds before Madam Hooch's blowed her whistle, and I would have sworn she gave me a smile.

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"FRED PAY ATTENTION!" Not even Angelina's yells were enough to bring my mind back to the match, something I regretted instantly; a bludger had been beaten in her direction and nearly knocked her out of the broom. "FUCK!" The quaffle fell from her arm, only to be picked up by one of the Slytherin chasers. "I'M GOING TO MURDER YOU!"

"Sorry!"

"Freddie what the hell!" George had flown to us, probably in hopes to stop the bludger from clocking Angelina. "Will you focus?!"

"Yeah— Sorry!" I apologised again— well, it was more like a grunt rather than an apology. "Go back to Harry!"

"Defend our bloody chasers!" He scolded me before heading off.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the bludgers and not on Y/n.

The rain kept getting heavier; not even the Impervious charm seemed to work repelling the water from the glasses anymore.

I was cold, drenched, tired and befuddled; my legs were stiff and my arms numb, so I definitely did not see it coming; for that matter, I thought it was a strong blow of wind at first, so the shock that struck me when I was knocked off my broom was a big one.

I heard loud gasps and a scream or two coming from the stands, followed by Lee commenting something about the beater being beaten; in another situation —one where it wouldn't be fucking pouring and I could climb back up to my broom—, I would probably have laughed at it.

But right now, with the hand I held my bat in slipping off the broomstick, the last thing I wanted to do was laugh.

READER'S P. O. V.

Once I had dodged the bludger away from Pucey, my eyes roamed around looking for the other one. which had just been beaten away by Goyle and, intentionally or not, the bludger went straight to Fred.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw his broom flip due to the hit, leaving him clinging onto it.

My eyes went straight to his brother, who was way to far to help, and then to their captain, who was adamant to score points.

"Fuck." I groaned through gritted teeth as I turned my broomstick and flew towards the Gryffindor beater in distress.

"Y/L/N STRAYS FROM HER POSITION AND— FLIES TO WEASLEY?" Jordan's commentaries reached my ears right when I got to Fred. I stretched my arm and grabbed his hand just in time for him not to slip off the broom. He gripped onto my hold for dear life as I used my broom as a leverage to pull him back up, a groan escaping my lips. "LOOKS LIKE NOT ALL SLYTHERINS ARE ARSES!"

I waited until he was steadily secured to let go of his hand. "Next time let go of the bat!" I advised with a teasing grin before flying off to my previous position.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, Y/L/N" I knew I was going to get shit for what I had just done, but I was expecting my captain to wait until the match had ended.

"HE WAS GONNA FALL OFF!" I yelled, louder than necessary.

"WELL LET HIM FALL THE FUCK OFF!" The captain retorted, venom dripping off his tongue. "WITH ANY LUCK HE'LL KILL HIMSELF OFF!" I didn't expect those words to come out, not even from that mouth.

"YOU KNOW WHAT?" I beat an incoming bludger away from us before shouting, "SUCK MY METAPHORICAL DICK, YEAH?!" And with that, I flew off to defend Malfoy, who was rushing to Potter. Surprisingly enough, he had followed my advice. I flew on Malfoy's track, dodging a bludger away twice until he gave a final sprint and caught the snitch.

"SLYTHERIN WINS!"

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The team started to celebrate as soon as we landed, and I thought I would take advantage of that and change into dry clothes, but I didn't have the chance before someone called my name from the entrance.

"Psst— Y/n." I turned around to see Fred standing there.

"Do you have a death wish?" I spoke quietly, though a smile appeared on my gaze as soon as I saw him. "What on earth are you doing here?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out there." His cold fingertips brushed my wet cheek as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and he leaned on to place a kiss there. "Aw you're blushing!"

"I'm not blushing, I'm cold," I excused myself, averting my eyes from him.

Maybe it was his loud snort, or maybe the fact that I was missing, but the changing room fell silent as my team's attention was directed to us.

"Oi!" My captain looked Fred up and down, stepping to where we stood. "You're not welcome here."

"Chill," Fred shrugged, his hand lingering on my forearm. "I was congratulating her on her victory." His tone foreshadowed chaos. "Since, you know, it's obviously her doing." I glared at the ginger my hand going to his forearm, silently warning him to stop. "Can't command your own team, can you?"

his arm folded so his palm would be on my forearm too, giving me a reassuring squeeze.

"She should've let you fall off that hand-me-down broom of yours." Fred's grip on my forearm tightened; by the look on his face and the way his jaw clenched, I could tell my teammate had successfully hit a nerve.

"Shut the hell up, will you?" I snapped. "Can't you enjoy the victory without being an arse?"

"You fucking slut—"

"Imaginative." I cut him off, unbothered. "Want a cookie for the effort?"

"Listen now—" Just as he went to grab my bicep, a large hand pushed my captain away, making him stumble back.

"C'mon, mate, give me a reason to beat the shit out of you." Fred said, pulling me to stand besides him instead of between them. Fred's switch was about to flip, and I was desperate for a professor to step in.

As if I had summoned them, i caught a glimpse of Snape and McGonagall walking in my direction from the stairs of the teachers's tower.

"I'd love to see you try." The boy in front of us scoffed. "There's already too much ginger scum besmearing the pure blood, I'll be glad to send you straight to the hosp—"

It was far from expected it would be me punching that asshole strong enough to make him trip and fall.

"Miss Y/l/n!" Oh, right. McGonagall. "Ten points from Slytherin!"

"And fifty points for Slytherin." Snape added in his usual unimpressed tone. "Due to the comradeship you've shown during the match." I widened my eyes at the statement. "Though I can't ignore this, so Y/l/n, turn up in my class tomorrow morning for your punishment. Now, shall we, Minerva?"

"We're leaving too." I informed Fred in low voice, grabbing my bag before pulling him out of the Slytherin changing room.

"That was one hell of a punch." He observed with a chuckle once we were out. "Remind me not to mess with you."

I breathed out a laugh and we fell silent as we walked under the stands towards the exit, the only noise being the rain ricocheting on its structure.

"Thank you." He whispered, his fingers brushing against mines and consequently sending shivers down my spine. "For sticking up for me."

"I expect a reward at the least." I replied, playfully bumping his shoulder before letting my fingers intertwine with his.

"What would that be?" He inquired, that half smile tugging on the corner of his lips.

I shrugged, looking ahead of us with a grin of my own. "That's up to you."

"Will a kiss do?" He mused.

"Depends on how good the kiss is." I begged for my cheeks not yo turn bright red.

In a swift movement he spun me around and his lips landed on mines. His free hand, initially on my cheek, travelled down to my hips, pulling my flush against him while my own hands tangled on his damp hair.

Probably it wasn't a short kiss, but it felt like it when his mouth left mine, and I couldn't help the sight of displeasure that escaped my vocal cords.

He chuckled, our eyes fluttering open at the same time. "Was it good enough?" He teased with a quirked brow.

"Dunno." I muttered, my eyes falling on his lips again. "I think you'll need to try again—"

"To be sure." He finished, and I could only nod; I wouldn't mind the teasing as long as his lips came back to mines.

This time the kiss was deeper, my hands roaming over his wet robes and his over mines; it was only when my back was met with a post that I realized he was backing me into the darker part of the framework, which I did not oppose to.

Quiet moans began to be breathed into the kiss when he nibbled on my lower lip or my hands tugged on his locks.

We had to pull away when steps and voices where heard coming from both changing rooms.

"I think we should kiss more often." He suggested breathless against my lips.

"Agreed."

"I think you should go out with me too."

I had to bite back a laugh. "Agreed again."

"Well, that was easy." The surprised on his gaze was way too amusing.

"Did you think I'd say no?"

"Duh!"

"You're an idiot, Fred Weasley."

"Aw but you love it." He wiggled his brows at me and I smacked his chest.

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[secretwhumplair]

Comfort

886 words | Original work: The House Guest (sequel to Release, p. 2)

Content | Dehumanisation, crying, referenced: non-con touch?

Notes | ... everyone deserves a bit of a breather.

I’ll try for a Monday - Wednesday - Friday posting schedule from here on!

Taglist | @oceanthesarcasamfox​

David had decided to leave the house guest alone for a bit, so they could hopefully catch their breath and process what had just happened. He wasn’t sure what kind of reaction he had expected, but he certainly didn’t know how to handle their tears. He would have hugged them, but he doubted they would appreciate it, not with how quickly they had tensed up when he came near.

He wasn’t even sure why they were crying. He hoped it was relief, but he couldn’t be sure.

Now he was sitting on the living room couch, still holding the book he had at first tried to focus on, and listened for any noise coming from the hall. The quiet sobbing had slowly subsided, and he hoped the house guest would come in; he had told them they were welcome to join him, which had earned him a brief, teary smile.

Finally, he couldn’t take any more waiting, and carefully peeked out into the hall.

The house guest had curled up on their mattress and appeared to be fast asleep.

David couldn’t help a smile. Hopefully, this meant they were starting to feel safer. He made a mental note to keep Eclair out of the hall overnight to prevent another rude awakening by dog.

Following an impulse, he went over to them and carefully covered them with the blanket they still wouldn’t use on their own. He hoped he wouldn’t regret it, but they looked so vulnerable, lying there bare, and it wasn’t all that warm in the hall.

*

The animal woke to the sound of rainfall. Oddly, it felt cozy and warm despite this.

More than that, it felt well rested.

When the meaning of this sunk in, it startled to its feet, only to be greeted with a protesting mew as Rogue the cat was shifted from his position on the blanket.

Blanket?

It had truly fallen asleep so deeply it didn’t notice anything about its surroundings. Its heart raced. Someone - David, surely David - had tucked it in, and the cat had laid down beside it, and it didn’t notice a thing. A bout of nausea hit it at the thought of what all could have happened-

But didn’t.

Its eyes darted around unsteadily, trying to pierce the dawn half-light that filtered through the blinds, but no one else was there, no sign of a threat. It examined itself, and the blanket. No ties, no harm.

Just the cozy mattress and warm blanket and cat, who had settled back down and apparently went right back to sleep.

It took a deep breath to calm itself down, and in doing so noticed what else wasn’t there. It carefully pawed at its neck, tearing up again. It remembered the mind-numbing fear it had felt at David - and the knife - coming so close, but it had all been worth it. It was gone - the collar was gone.

No more, never again. It could heal.

It let gratitude overwhelm it, and cried a little while it was alone - it had to take the opportunity before David got up. Being grateful didn’t mean it could allow itself to be stupid about him. It settled back down next to the cat and sniffled into the mattress for a bit.

Eventually, it pulled itself back together. It couldn’t let itself become careless. One night of that had been bad enough.

The cup was still next to the mattress, refilled, and the animal took a grateful sip, considering its next steps.

*

When David came downstairs, he found the house guest still resting on their mattress, but with their eyes wide open, looking at him when they heard his steps.

“Hey there. Good morning.”

They hummed in response. They seemed much less tense and nervous than the evening before, and he smiled half to himself. Maybe the ordeal of removing the collar had finally convinced them of his good intentions.

They smiled back and sat up.

“Let’s have breakfast and then make some plans, shall we?”

They looked at him doubtfully for a moment, but then gave their little yes squeak, and David went to prepare breakfast for everyone.

After eating, he went to pull open the shutter of the porch door the house guest had come in through. The storm had subsided, but the outside was grey and drenched in rain.

He looked down at the house guest. They still made sure to keep a step or two of distance between them when possible, but didn’t seem as terrified of having him around. Right now, they weren’t looking at him at all, rather staring out into the rain gloomily.

“You don’t have to leave,” David said gently, hoping now was finally the time they would accept it. “You can stay. The weather is not going to get better, by and large. It’s not going to get any warmer this year.”

They looked up at him, curling their fingers like they did when they were anxious about a decision.

“I mean - you always can leave. If you don’t like it here any more.” He swallowed. It was such a hollow promise - where else could they go, other than out in the open? “But... but you’re welcome to stay.”

They still looked at him, nervously, then squeaked, very quietly, and lowered their gaze.

#whump #whump writing #comfort #dehumanisation #my writing #the house guest #david

[connorandersons-blog]

Kinktober day 11: Aphrodisiac, Convin

Heyo! This happens after day one, which you can read here if you haven’t! I don’t think its absolutely necessary but it will make more sense if you read that first.

Hope you enjoy!!

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Gavin made sure Connor was well fed. He wouldn't drink every day, no that wasn't necessary, but Gavin was very open to being bitten as often as Connor wanted or needed. 

Connor would mostly bite him when they had enough time alone because no matter how many times Connor bit him, Gavin always wanted to fuck. Connor was sure he'd get tired of being biting, but after a few months he still sought it out. Connor swore Gavin wanted to be bit more than Connor wanted to bite him, and Connor was the vampire. Still, he would never say no.

Gavin had been beyond curious about The Society, and Connor shared as much as he could without outing anyone. Connor showed him his true side which had led to the two being so late that they just called in sick and took the day off. 

Hank had sadly walked in on them in the bathroom, so now he knew as well. Hank had said if there was an emergency he'd give blood, but he definitely wouldn't sleep with Connor. The thought alone had Gavin's blood souring on his tongue. Now he had two humans he could get blood from if need be, but he definitely preferred getting it from Gavin. Not that Hank's blood didn't taste good, it was rather sweet-tasting in an odd way, but he didn't want to accidentally affect Hank in *that* way because of being bitten.

The two kept the secret of The Society between the three of them, and Connor didn't mind the questions. Most were from stereotypes which Connor would debunk. No, the fae were not small, no weres didn't have to turn every full moon but it did make it less painful. Witches didn't have flying brooms, and if they did they'd have to cast an invisibility spell on themselves when flying. Yes, sadly some of The Society committed crimes and that's why Connor was there, to begin with even though now he stayed because he truly loved his job and the people there.

Said job was beyond stressful currently. Another vamp had been controlling humans, which was a huge no-no in The Society. Connor could do it, was actually rather good at it, but he never did it on anyone. Well, not anymore. Before he would do it in small amounts to get access to the system to wipe records of The Society.

"Wait, wait, you can control people? Like," Gavin had brought his hands up and wiggled his fingers, doing the typical 'vampire walk'. Connor snorted and had to cover his mouth. 

"Oh, nothing like that. You wouldn't even know I'm doing anything, it's more giving suggestions you can't ignore." He couldn't communicate telepathically, that was completely different. 

"Do it on me," Gavin said, hands now on his hips. 

"It's taboo in The Society," Connor started, ready to go into his spiel on the importance of human constant before snapping his mouth closed. He did have consent, Gavin had already given it to him. "Ok, I can, I'll make you do jumping jacks."

Gavin nodded and Connor took in a slow breath. He was actually going to control Gavin. He pushed the suggestion onto Gavin and chuckled as the man started doing jumping jacks. 

He could see the brief look of confusion before Gavin was grinning. He hadn't controlled anyone after letting them know he was going to. 

"Dude, this is crazy, it feels like it was my decision!" Gavin chuckled before Connor let him stop. Vampires couldn't control other vampires, and the fae had some sort of mind control as well. Those with magic often had some spell to have the same effect, but it was just as frowned on for them to use it. 

Connor shook his head fondly at the memory, looking back over the case file. He could use his enhanced senses without Hank or Gavin's questioning now so they solved cases even faster. But this one was a bitch. Connor was going to have to try and find a rogue vampire who controlled humans into killing each other. 

What was stressing him, even more, was the fact that Gavin wasn't at work yet. If it was a normal day he'd be a little less worried, but Connor was hungry and had fed, maybe a bit too much now that he was thinking about it. Gavin had said he was fine, he was great actually. But what if Connor had taken too much? What if Gavin was passed out on the ground? 

The two had spent the night together, having become official a few weeks after the first bite. Before they had kept sleeping together until Connor confessed to having feelings that Gavin thankfully reciprocated.

With the paper in the file, mind kept going back to Gavin. He imagined him passed out on the ground, face pale and the bite opened. Gavin had been the one to ask for it to not be closed, wanting to be able and see it. 

Connor bit at his lip, jumping slightly when he felt his fangs. Fuck, he was so worried he was messing with his fangs, bringing them in and out. 

"Con, what the fuck is wrong. You've been looking at the same paper for an hour." Hank said, interrupting Connor's thoughts. 

Connor covered his mouth, worried he wouldn't be able to control his fangs with his mind so preoccupied. "I, um, had breakfast with Gavin and he hasn't shown up. I'm worried I did something wrong and I may have eaten too much." 

If Hank didn't get what Connor was saying, he'd be a shitty Detective. As it was he was one of the best and understood instantly. "I'm sure you did nothing wrong, but maybe text him?" 

Connor hummed and glances at his phone. He had hoped Gavin would text him if he needed anything, but what if he didn't have the energy. It was already close to lunch break and he couldn't wait anymore. 

Just as he was typing he got a message from Gavin. 

From Gavin

At 12:47 pm

Help me

Connor's heart sunk and he leaped to his feet. "Shit, I have to go." He grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. It was a long trench coat, a more stylish version of what vampires wore in movies. Gavin had gotten it for him as a joke but Connor adored it, and Gavin admitted it looked really good on Connor, especially when the wind was making it billow behind him 

"Is everything ok?" Hank asked, looking ready to get up too but Connor waved him to sit down. Gavin was conscious enough to send a text, Connor would help. 

"I don't know, I'll let you know when I do." He jogged out of the DPD, before taking off into a sprint to his bike. You'd think a vampire would want a car with tinted windows, but Connor preferred his bike over anything, even when it was raining. He used his full speed, getting to his bike quickly. 

He sped all the way to Gavin's, even running a few red lights. This was his fault. Gavin was probably on the floor, regretting ever let Connor drink from him. God, he even tried to make it feel as good for Gavin as possible. He fucked it all up. 

He took the stairs up, knowing he could get to the floor faster than taking an elevator could. The door was still unlocked from when Connor left and he let his nose lead him to Gavin. But instead of blood, hate, fear, or anything like that, he smelled lust. Lust heavy enough to have Connor choking on it. 

Connor pushed into the bedroom where the scent was strongest. What he saw had his breath being taken away. 

Gavin was splayed out in the bed, the blankets were all pushed into the floors as we're the pillows. Gavin was completely naked, his skin and hair drenched with sweat, and there were multiple wet stains on the sheet. 

Gavin whined, his hand around wrapped around himself and Connor also stared at a few sex toys that were thrown on the bed, some already clearing having been used.

Oh.

"Connor! Fuck, help me!?" Gavin humped his hand and Connor shed his jacket, laying it across the desk in the room. 

He did go too far with the bite but in a completely different way than he had thought. Connor sat on the edge of the bed, not reaching out to touch just yet. He knew once he did he wouldn't stop and he needed to think clearly for a second. "How many times have you come already?" 

It was definitely over five from the looks of it, which he felt a little guilty about. "Seven," Gavin managed to get out before whining and coming in his hand. 

Connor bit his lip and watched with wide eyes. Gavin knew Connor could produce an aphrodisiac, but Connor was always there for it, making sure it didn't go past one or two orgasms. Connor hadn't meant to accidentally dose him, especially not this strongly. 

"Ok, baby. You're a bit too far in for me to just stop it, but I can help you through it if you want." If he stopped it now the shock on the body would be almost paralyzing, but Connor could ease the pain and need a bit.

Gavin whined and squirmed on the bed and reached out to Connor, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks. 

"Gavin, I need you to verbally consent to this." They may be together but that did not equal instant consent. 

"Yes! Yes, I want you to fuck me or for me to fuck you, please I need more. Hurts so bad." Gavin finally managed to reach Connor and crawled into his lap, hips already grinding down on Connor. 

Connor gritted his teeth and grabbed Gavin's hips, trying to keep him still. "Shhh, baby. I've got you. I need to text Hank to let him know you're ok and I won't be coming back to work. Can you be patient enough for that? Then I can give you whatever you want." 

Gavin mumbled and pushed his face into Connor's neck, nuzzling at it. Connor grabbed his phone and typed as fast as possible before tossing his phone away. He could read whatever reply Hank would send later. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dose you." Connor sighed, hands sliding up Gavin's back. To him, this was just another form of control and he only did it when Gavin asked. And Gavin had not asked for it this time. 

"It's ok, it's ok, I want this, want you, love you so much," Gavin mumbled, and Connor froze. He shook his head, trying to get those words out of his head. This was just the aphrodisiac. They hadn't said I love you to each other yet, and Connor hated that it was forced out of Gavin like this. 

"Shhh, Gavin, just tell me what you want? Want me to touch you?" He asked, letting Gavin hump Connor's still clothed thigh. He whimpered and Connor let his fangs out, grazing them over the bite mark that still hasn't closed. 

Gavin's hips kept moving, grinding down quick and hard. Connor could feel tears on his shoulder and he wanted to wipe them away, to make everything better. "Please, I need to come. It hurts, feels so good though." 

Connor shifted and grabbed the open lube, slicking up his hand before taking hold of Gavin. He starts slow, not sure how sensitive Gavin is. He obviously used toys and most likely came just from that, but he probably rubbed himself off the first few times, hoping it would go away. 

Gavin whimpered and bucked helplessly into the hand, reaching back to slide two fingers into himself. Connor licked his lips and twisted his wrist just slightly. "Ah! Fuck, Con, Con, please!"

He'd need to take his own clothes off once Gavin came, knowing he'd have a few moments before it kicked back in. 

He kept pumping, increasing in speed until he sunk his teeth into tense muscle. Gavin's back arched and he spilled over his hand, though barely anything came out. Connor worked him through it before gently laying him back down. 

He rid himself of his clothes, tossing them to the side and moving back over Gavin. "Are you ok?" He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. 

Gavin nodded, pulling Connor to the bed to cuddle against him. "Yeah, I didn't think it would last so long. I can still feel it." 

Connor whined, guilt once again washing over him. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that and I should have been here for you." 

"No!" Gavin says, quickly shaking his head, "no, I like it. I, fuck, I like it a lot. A bit too much." Gavin shifted slightly and winced at the stimulation. "I didn't realize how much it would hurt though, but still like it."

Connor hummed and rubbed gentle circles into Gavin's back. He knew once it finally wore off Gavin would sleep like a log for who knows how long, at least five hours. "Still, I should have had more control." 

Gavin shrugged and buried himself deeper into Connor's arms, starting to trimmer. "It's ok, really. I just, ah it's coming back. Fuck me this time, ok? I want you to fuck me. Don't stop even if I ask you to." 

Connor held him tightly and squeezed his eyes closed. "Remember your safeword, can you tell me it?" 

"Ah, please, fuck me! It's bumblebee, bumblebee to stop." Gavin said and that's all Connor needed. He gently ran his hands up and down Gavin's thighs as it got worse. Gavin tried to jump the air, desperate for any stimulation but got none. "Connor! Please!" He begged and Connor leaned down, nipping at the softness of his thigh. 

He took his time, spreading Gavin's legs even as they fell open without any resistance. "So beautiful, kitten. Are you already prepared for me? You stretched enough?"

"Please! I can take it." Gavin wiggled his hips and Connor grabbed his hips, no doubt leaving marks. 

"Ok, ok baby," Connor mumbled, slowly pushing in. He was stretched but not truly enough to go in without any pain. Gavin winced but his hips kept rocking, pulling Connor deeper. "Fuck, feel so good on my cock." He pulled back and snapped his hips forward, sinking all the way in. 

Gavin opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. Connor kept snapping his hips forward, his own body trembling. That was one of the odder side effects. Once he touched the one he had dosed it was like he himself was affected. It was to keep them both connected and going, letting Connor feed as much as he wanted. 

His whole body started to feel like it was starting to burn, something heavy deep in his stomach. "Fuck! Fuck, god, Gavin. So tight and hot, so hot. Laid out like a beautiful slut, but all for me." He rambled, hiking Gavin's legs up to rest over Connor's shoulders. 

He must have hit the right spot because Gavin actually screams this time, whole body rocking with each thrust. Even the bed was creaking with how hard Connor was pushing into him. 

The wet sound of flesh on flesh, skin hitting skin filled the room along with the smell of smell and sex. Gavin whimpered, hot tears on his cheeks as his eyes squeezed tight. He was whimpering and whining, shaking his head. 

"Stop! Stop, Connor it's too much. It hurts too much, please stop!" He sobbed, his hands scratching down Connor's arms. 

"Ow, fuck!" Connor hissed but didn't stop. He kept hitting the same spot over and over again, tears starting to come from his own eyes. The feelings were all so intense and his skin burned.  

"Please stop! It's too much, please Connor." Gavin kept whimpering and Connor shook his head. He wouldn't stop unless Gavin used his safeword, and he hasn't used it yet. 

"So close, you close too?" He asked, his hips jerking out of time now. He shifted his weight and took Gavin in hand again, trying to pump him in time with each harsh thrust.

Gavin cried out, back arching off the bed completely. He spilled over Connor's hand again and Connor was easily close behind, fucking his seed deep into Gavin. 

He panted as his hips slowed to a stop, still leaning over Gavin. He kept clenching around Connor trying to drag out more. 

Connor fell onto the bed beside him, once again pulling him into his arms. "There we go, baby. How are you feeling? How much longer?" His own skin was now covered in a sheen of sweat. 

"Fuck, god, I'm so tired. I think I think one more time. I want to sleep, so tired. Feels like a fire in my stomach." Gavin whispered, his breathing slowing down. 

Connor hummed and ran his hand over Gavin's stomach, the heat of his skin radiating. "Doing so well. How do you want it next? Maybe I can use my mouth if you want. Or I can fuck you and make you come by my bite." He'd do anything to finally relieve Gavin of this. His fangs were still out, not having been able to push them back in while being so overwhelmed. 

"Anything, I'm just, you. I'm glad it's with you, don't want anyone else." Gavin smiled up at him and Connor felt himself melt. 

He brushed a few stray hairs out of Gavin's face, pressing their foreheads together. "I don't want anyone else either. We'll have to talk about what you said, but I want you to know that I… I feel the same." 

He loves Gavin, more than he thought he could. He never wanted to fall in love with someone human, someone who would only live for so long. He knew his heart would be broken eventually, whether it be from death or breaking up. He never wanted Gavin to leave his arms. 

Gavin hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to Connor's lips. It was soft and gentle, so different then what had just happened. "Yeah, I'm more clear-headed now, but I meant it." The words were mumbled on Connor's lips, tongue quickly darting out to flick at Connor's fangs. "All of you, even your pokey bits. Especially your pokey bits."

Connor chuckled and reached up, gently playing with Gavin's hair. Connor never thought he'd end up falling in love at all, he thought he'd stay single. He was happy to, it wasn't like something was missing. He was a whole cake, icing and all, complete. Getting to be with Gavin was like someone giving him a free drink. Not absolutely needed but so completely wanted. 

"And I for you, especially all your soft bits." Connor smiled, pressing in for another kiss. He didn't bother putting his fangs away, he knew Gavin loved it. Connor was glad to be able to be himself without any fear or doubts that it would make Gavin run away screaming. It definitely made Gavin scream, but in a very good way.

Gavin's face contoured into one of a mix of pleasure and pain and Connor tried to soothe him by small gentle kisses. "Fuck, it's coming back," Gavin mumbled and Connor nodded. 

"I know, baby. Ok, one last time then I'm going to get you some water and food, which you will drink and eat as much as you can. After that, you can sleep and I'll be right here." Connor shifted slightly, pulling out just enough so he can rub himself to hardness. It wouldn't take Gavin long, not after coming so many times like this. 

Gavin whimpered but nodded, his cock hard without even having been touched. "Fuck, god damn," Gavin muttered and Connor could only nod. 

He had definitely dosed him quite a lot but he could have done more if it was on purpose. His venom was strong enough to get someone going all day long if need be, but Connor hadn't done that. If Gavin was in pain from half the day, then it would be agony for a full one. He knew he could probably even dose someone enough to get them going for longer than a day too.

"Alright, are you ready? When you need to come, I can bite you if you want, get you over the last ledge." He gave a grin to show off his fangs and Gavin's hips bucked up. So that was a yes. "Do you want it rough or slow?"

"Fast, please I need you!" Gavin said, reaching out as Connor positioned them again. Connor took his hand and laced their fingers together, pressing a soft kiss over his knuckles before snapping his hips forward without warning. 

Gavin's whole body lifted off the bed as he screamed but Connor kept going. It would be better to get this last one over with as fast as possible. Once Gavin woke up Connor would make sure he had pain meds and anything else he'd need. 

Connor bit his lip, drawing his own blood (which was actually Gavin's but whatever) as he kept up a brutal pace. 

Connor wasn't too shocked when Gavin started babbling and begging to come so quickly. He leaned down and sunk his teeth in, using his venom to calm instead of adding any more of his aphrodisiac. 

Gavin shook and Connor knew he was coming even if nothing came out of him. Connor rocked his hips forward a few more times before coming himself, not releasing Gavin's neck yet. 

Gavin went limp in his arms and Connor hummed happily, pulling his teeth out and lapping over the bite marks. "There we go. I'm going to get you water and food now, ok? I'll leave the door open so you can still hear me." He'd walk around playing the kazoo if that's what Gavin needed, but the man simply nodded. He didn't even wince when Connor slowly pulled out, his eyes almost glassy. 

Connor was quick in finding food, fruit Gavin had picked up from the store yesterday. He grabbed two water bottles before going back to the room. Gavin was still laid out on the bed and poking at his next where Connor first bit him. 

"Hey, baby. Is your neck ok? I can close that one too if you need." He crawled into the bed, helping Gavin sit up before handing him the plate of food. He scarfed down almost all of it in a blink of an eye and Connor couldn't help that happy rumble at that. He hadn't talked to Gavin about it before, but vampires could take mates. It was a long ritual but one that was also quite beautiful and magically binding. When he saw how happy Gavin was and how well he was eating it seemed to spark something in Connor. His mate. 

"No, I like it. Thank you for the food." Gavin mumbled between bites and sips of his water. Connor sat beside him, gladly watching him eat the rest of the food and down both water bottles. 

"Good boy. Do you wanna clean up now or later?" He reached out and interlaced third fingers again now that Gavin's hand was free. 

"Later, I'm really fucking tired. You'll stay with me, right?" Gavin asked, a yawn slipping out of him. 

Connor scooted them down, pulled Gavin to his chest, the happy rumble coming back full force. Gavin didn't seem to question it, but he did press a kiss to Connor's collar bone with a grin like he knew something. "I'll always stay with you." 

Gavin nodded and rested his head down, listening to Connor's unusually slow heartbeat. It was only a moment before Gavin was fast asleep, body completely relaxed. 

The rumbling didn't stop even as Connor himself fell asleep.

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[mechaneyi]

Little bit of fanfic for The Wayhaven Chronicles, featuring Detective Azar Balar and Adam du Mortain. It's been a story in my head for a long time and I finally wrote it. By no means am I brilliant writer, but it brings me joy. Thank you @seraphinitegames for the amazing work you've created, the inspiration you have provided and being a light in dark days.

Criticism is welcome, but please keep it constructive and civilized. Please keep in mind that this is my interpretation of the characters and they may not agree with yours and even less with what Mishka has planned.

If you enjoy it, please share. It's incredibly rewarding and motivating. Thank you for reading.

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Blood & Rain

Azar can’t even remember when it really started to go sideways. Was it when they split up to look for firewood? When he investigated what looked like blood on the forest floor or when he triggered the trap that had driven a wooden spike into his side under excruciating pain? Or maybe his scream that alerted the Trappers.

This was supposed to be a week of vacation - just Adam and him in the wooded mountains. Time spend away from the knowing smile of Nate, the prodding quips from Felix, the amused grin from Mason and the agency, as well as Rebecca. It wasn’t that Azar disliked any of them, but it could be difficult finding some privacy with Adam, something he enjoyed greatly, now that the stubborn vampire had allowed the walls to crumble.

But instead of a well deserved break, Adam is running through the rain, with Azar over his shoulder, in an attempt to put some distance between them and the hunters.

Both are bleeding, though Azar noticeably more severe.

He doesn’t know how long Adam has been running, all he knows is that every stride he takes, agonizes the wound in his lower abdomen and all he can do is to try his hardest not to scream and give away their position. And so he focuses on the fast breathing of Adam and the sound of the heavy rain hitting the canopy high above him.

It feels like an eternity until Adam finally slows down, his breath now ragged.

“You have to stop.” Azar says with gritted teeth. Despite his own pain, he’s worried about his vampire. He’s expecting Adam to argue but to his surprise, he is not.

“We’ll rest here for now.” He says instead and gently lifts Azar of his shoulder, who lets out a low yell when he’s moved. Before he leans against the broad shoulders of Adam, he can see the large stain he left on his shoulder. He knows he’s in trouble - that they are in trouble. They are out in the middle of nowhere, no agency facility nearby, no town close and their communication abilities limited, when they had to leave their equipment behind.

This area was supposed to be safe. There had been no reports of Trapper or rogue activity.

When he finally turns around, he can see why Adam stopped. It’s a small cabin, probably from human hunters. No smoke is rising and no lights can be seen. It appears to be deserted.

Azar slings his arm around Adam’s waist tighter. The difference in height doesn’t allow him to place it around his neck. But Adam does what he can to support him, moving closer to the wooden structure.

“Let us hope they have a first aid kit and possibly a radio.” The imposing vampire attempts to sound optimistic but looking at the tiny cabin, Azar has his doubts. He wouldn’t mind a nice surprise though.

“At least it will be dry.” Azar says between heaves.

When they reach the door, Adam snaps the lock that attempts to keep them out and opens it.

The inside is the most welcoming thing Azar has ever seen. A couch, a fireplace, a tiny kitchen area and a few armchairs and two doors. All of the furniture seemingly selfmade. No wonder, considering how far off the beaten path they are. Everything bought was small enough to be carried here by a person.

Before he can distract himself further by the new surroundings, Adam slowly places him on the couch and once again, a pained groan escapes Azar’s lips. Automatically, he clutches his side and he can feel the warmth of blood slicking his freezing fingers. He leans back, eyes closed and takes a deep breath, something he regrets immediately but it helps to calm his nerves a bit. When he finally opens his eyes again, he sees Adam.

Those green eyes are filled with exhaustion, pain and deep concern, his brows furrowed as he stares at the wound. There’s something else in those eyes, something Azar never thought he would see - hunger. But despite everything, he’s not concerned. He trusts Adam and he trusts his self control. He had brought it up before - that he’d be willing to give some of his blood to help, but Adam wouldn’t have it.

But now… they’re options are severely limited and the modified weapons of the Trappers had not left Adam unscathed. His coat shows signs of burns at several spots, and there are a few smaller injuries on his hand and face that haven’t healed. Adam was supposed to have his ration this night but that obviously didn’t work out and now he’s running on fumes.

“I will look around. Keep pressure on the wound. I will see what I can find.” With hesitation, Adam turns away and starts to search the small cabin. Azar attempts to take off his coat. It’s soaking wet and he can feel the cold creeping into his limbs and bones. It’s not a good sign and he knows it. He knows, that even if there is a first aid kit… it may not change anything.

Ever since his car accident during his rebellious youth, that required him to be resuscitated, he’s felt, when his life hung in the balance. Just as he felt it, after Murphy had torn into his neck. And now… now he feels it, too.

With a lot of effort, grunts and curses, he finally rids himself of the drenched coat. He’s scared to look at his side and when he finally does, he wishes he hadn’t. It’s an angry looking, bloody mess. If it had been any other situation, leaving the spike in the wound would have been preferable but the contraption had hit him with enough force to first impale him and when throw him off. He wonders if that was the intention, to ensure that the victim would bleed and be easier to catch. It would make sense for supernatural folks, who often have an increased healing ability - something Azar severely lacks. It would weaken them but they could heal, after they were caught.

And so he pushes the coat against the exit wound and presses his hands against his abdomen, gritting his teeth hard, not to scream. He closes his eyes, trying to calm his breathing and keeping the nausea at bay and only listening to the drumming of the rain against the roof…

“Azar!” He hears his name being called but opening his eyes is hard. “C’mon, look at me, Azar!” The desperation in Adam’s voice gives him the strength to open his eyes - ever so slowly.

Adam is kneeling in front of him and Azar can literally feel some of the tension dispersing from those broad shoulders when their eyes meet.

“You have to stay awake.” He says, placing a hand on his leg. “You cannot give up.” The softness in his expression is one that Azar has become incredibly fond off and he doesn’t want to leave it behind, not if he can help it.

“I found a radio. We may be able to contact the agency.” While that certainly would be a good thing, Azar isn’t sure if that will matter. The numbness that has started to spread through his body, the fact that even lifting his head seems to be an insurmountable task, tells him that his time is limited. He doesn’t want to die, but he has to be realistic about it. And yet, he can’t bring himself to tell Adam. He’s not sure, if the vampires knows - deep down - or if his own condition and weakend state hides the truth from him.

Azar tries to get up but fails miserably. He’s too weak.

“What are you doing?” Adam asks, deep creases on his forehead.

“Going to the radio with you.” Azar responds with slurred words. When Adam shakes his head, Azar says what has to be said, even if he doesn’t want to.

“It could be the last time I can talk to my mother.” Adam tilts his head and squeezes his eyes shut. He knows.

“Do not say that.” The expression on his face when he next looks at Azar is heartbreaking. “I cannot lose you.”

“Adam…” is all he can reply and with all his strength, he reaches for the large hand still resting on his leg. There’s no need for further words to convey their feelings.

But there is something he needs to say.

“I want you to drink from me.” Adam’s eyes shoot open in shock.

“No, absolutely not!” The determination behind those words is a bit annoying.

“Adam, you need to feed. Without you at full strength… there’s no chance…” If he’ll die anyway, he wants Adam to survive, to get rid of the Trappers or at least escape from them.

“You lost too much blood already. If I would drink from you…” He doesn’t finish the sentence. But the severity in those words tells Azar that Adam won’t budge. At least not now. He sighs.

“Help me up, then?” Azar eventually says and despite clear hesitation, Adam eventually does so. Being lifted up doesn’t hurt as much anymore - not a good sign. And so they make their way to the other room. It’s small, like the rest of the cabin and just about fits the radio setup and two people in. Adam places Azar on the chair and after giving him one more concerned look, gets to work on the radio.

It takes a while and Azar loses track on what he is doing, only occasionally hearing Adam’s voice calling for the agency and stating his name. But then, suddenly, there’s a response.

“Adam? Thank goodness! You were due to call hours ago! What’s happening? Are you two ok?” Nate’s soft voice gives Azar some energy. It’s good hearing the others again - even if it’s one last time.

“Negative. We encountered Trappers. Azar is seriously wounded. We need medical assistance immediately and an extraction. Over.”

“Adam? Where is my son? What happened?” This time it’s Azar’s mother, Agent Balar. The fear is thick in her voice.

“He was caught in a trap and is severely injured. I am sorry, Rebecca.” It’s information he never wanted to share with the Agent again. Of that, Azar is certain. Adam has an incredibly respect for his mother and with everything, he’s likely blaming himself for what happened.

“Give me the radio.” Azar says and reaches out with a shaking hand. Adam nods and hands him the device.

“Mom?” He says and he hears a relieved sigh on the other line.

“Azar! What happened?” She cannot hide the trembling in her voice.

“Mom, I’m hurt - badly. I…” he swallows hard. “I’m not gonna make it home.” Adam stares at him with such a mournful expression, that it tightens his chest.

“No! No, you’ll be fine. Give us your location and we’ll send help!” She cannot cope with the words a mother never wants to hear.

“They won’t make it in time.” The truth. “I don’t have long and the Trappers could be here any minute.” Adam falters and sinks to his knees. Azar wants nothing more than to embrace him and tell him that everything will be alright.

“No, no, no! You don’t know that.” She wants to believe it so badly that all her experience, all her years on the job means nothing.

“Mom…” He addresses her but he looks at Adam. The green eyes shining lighter, now that they are filled with tears. He says her name but he really is talking to the man in front of him. The man he loves.

“I don’t want to die.” He says and he feels his sight begin to be less clear, as his own eyes tear up.

“I… I want Adam to turn me.” Adam’s head snaps up, clearly shocked at the statement.

“No!” Rebecca shouts almost immediately. “It’s too risky!”

“Don’t ask that of me.” Adam whispers only for him to hear.

“It can kill you and we don’t know how you’re blood would interfere. You can’t!”

“I’m dying, mom. I’m getting weaker and more tired by the minute. If it kills me… at least I can still save Adam and give him a chance until reinforcement arrives.”

The pleading is now in his own voice.

“And if it doesn’t… If Adam doesn’t mind the idea of me being around…” It’s foolish to think of eternity and immortality when he’s currently actually dying but he cannot help it. The idea that he would experience decades - centuries not only with the man he loves, but the friends he’s made with unit Bravo… is so very appealing.

“Azar…” His mother is now sobbing on the other end. He cannot imagine what she must be going through.

“Mom… I want your blessing. For me and for Adam.” His eyes have never leave Adam. He knows that his emotions, along with his instincts are fighting a fierce battle inside of him. He sees the hunger and the longing but also the fear, concern and care.

“Don’t make me do this,” Adam whispers again.

“I don’t want to die in vain, Adam” he whispers back. “If you don’t want to turn me, at least drink from me. I’ll rather die giving you strength than for no reason at all.”

The thought of bleeding out, his blood spilled uselessly over this cabin and Adam getting caught, hurt or worse by the Trappers is unbearable. He can accept not being turned, he knows that it may not work to begin with… but he needs Adam to recover, needs him to be able to fight, to survive - to be safe

Adam still shakes his head, though less vigorously than before.

“Is that really what you want?” Rebecca’s shaking voice comes through.

“It is. I don’t want my death to be meaningless… I don’t want the Trappers to win… I don’t want to lose… don’t want Adam to lose. He’s hurt, too, he needs blood.” There’s a long moment of silence but their eyes never break contact, even if it’s harder to keep them open and to hold the radio to his lips.

“Adam… I couldn’t safe my husband and I can’t safe my son. But you can give him peace…” she sobs loudly.

“Thank you, mom. I love you. And I love the others as well. Tell them that.” He too can’t hold the cracking of his voice back anymore, tears now freely streaming down his face.

“I love you, Azar, my baby boy…” after that, she breaks down and Azar can hear her wailing and crying and as he lowers the radio it slips from his grasp.

“Adam…” he begins but Adam’s head whips around, towards the door.

“They found us, didn’t they?” Azar says slowly, his speech now becoming more slurred and Adam nods. “Please…” Azar begs.

Almost in slow motion, Adam gets up. He stands in silence and motionless for what feels like an eternity. But he then moves closer. For the first time since all of this went to hell, Azar can feel a smile forming on his cracked lips.

“Thank you.” His words drag. When Adam reaches him, he leans down, resting his forehead against Azar’s.

“I’m so sorry…” He says and tears soak into Azar’s bloody shirt.

“It was never your fault. None of it.” He says between slowing breaths. “Thank you and no matter what… I love you.” Despite their relationship, they never tossed those words around freely. Both feared the implications behind them, but not now. Now it was the ultimate truth - the only thing that matters.

“Meus amor aeternus…” Adam whispers and even though Azar doesn’t understand the words, he understands the meaning and he lets his head slide to the side, baring his neck.

Even though his senses are beginning to dwindle, he can feel lips placing a gentle kiss on his neck, before sharp teeth pierce his skin. And before everything fades to black, he is blessed with one more moment of bliss.

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Adam’s tears fall freely, as he sinks his fangs into the neck of his dying love. Nothing had prepared him for this. Nothing could describe the sorrow he feels. He wants to believe that his bite will take, that Azar will wake up again - changed but alive - but he knows the chances are low. He had lost so much blood already, was so weak… but he cannot deny him his last wish, even though he feels like he would rather die with him than to go on without him.

But he bites and he drinks and he gives him his own venom as he has asked. When the blood hits his tongue, his senses explode. Even now, as he lays dying, Azar gifts him with power beyond belief. He stops and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Adam’s wounds heal instantly, his senses so sharp, that he can hear the panting of the Trappers even through the rain and wind. No shadow can hide things from him anymore, no shrub can camouflage the Trappers that have now become lambs that are marching to their own slaughter.

His overwhelming sorrow changes to nearly uncontrolled rage. But before he gives in, he lifts Azar up and gently places him on the couch. He cannot feel a pulse, cannot hear his heart beat anymore, cannot see those dark blue eyes and that regret he feels, that pain, just fuels his rage.

The hunters would not survive this day. They would never cause this pain to anyone again. They would become the hunted. And with one last look at the body in front of him, he turns around to stalk his prey.

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“I am so sorry, Rebecca.” He says, his voice empty and flat. He had waited for hours, had hoped for Azar to open his eyes, wild with hunger… but he had not. He was still on the couch, just as he had placed him there.

“I will bring him home.” It’s all he can offer. To bring Azar back to his mother, to give him a funeral, to have a place where he can visit… though he doesn’t know if he can. Not for a long time… maybe never.

He ends the call, returns to the living room, steps over the bodies on the floor and picks up the shell of the man that meant everything to him. He feels so much lighter now as if something important has left Azar’s body, and with great care, he begins his march to the extraction point, holding the body close to him as if he were still alive.

He doesn’t know how he can face Rebecca or the rest of the team. Despite Azar’s last words, he is responsible. They should never have split up. He should have never taken his eyes off of him.

He continues his way down the mountain. The rain had finally stopped and at an exceptionally beautiful spot, he stops for a moment. The sun against the dark sky gives the yellow autumn leaves an almost magical glow. He knows, that Azar would have loved it and he can feel his chest tighten. He would never be able to share this with him again.

He looks down at the body in his arms. His heart stops. Dark blue pools glance up at him and the wind picks up as the leaves dance above, just as the two hearts beneath them beat as one.

"Adam..."

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #adam du mortain #fanfic #dark #twc detective #seraphinitegames

[drades-lair]

A friend in need

Author: Drade666

Rating: T

Warnings: Slight blood

Pairings: Gabriel x OC

Fandom: Supernatural

Life had been simple since Drade retired with Gabriel to one of her safe houses way out in the middle of nowhere. Everything had calmed down a while ago pretty much giving the Winchester’s exactly what they’d always thought was out of reach for them, peace. Morning was gorgeous out in the mountains so crisp as the sun trailed its way into the duo’s bedroom, illuminating the golden hues of Gabriel’s wings as they draped over Drade’s naked form. Moaning with a yawn Drade sat up only to feel Gabe’s wings tighten around her followed by a protesting groan from the archangel that made the red head chuckle lovingly towards her mate. After giving a soft kiss to Gabriel’s temple she slid from the bed, bending over to grab a robe that had been tossed to the floor during the night previous easily sliding the silken garment over her body before heading to the bathroom for a shower. Once Drade emerged from the shower she slid into a comfortable pair of leggings with Gabriel’s maroon button down over top of them only done up by two buttons in the front. Drade made them breakfast while Gabe took his own turn in the shower then emerged wearing only a pair of loose sweat pants giving a whistle upon looking out the window to see rain pouring down.

 “Wow, it’s really coming down out there,” Gabe commented as he slid into a seat around the table.

 “Yep, looks like our plans to do some afternoon hiking might be canceled,” Drade retorted as she set a final plate of toast on the table.

 “Oh well, means movie night in,” Gabe cheerily stated, starting to fill his plate with breakfast goodness.

 “Sounds good,” Drade chuckled happily while doing the same as her mate.

 The passed by slowly as the duo simply relaxed in one another’s company with the gentle patter of rain hitting the house. Drade cleaned up the breakfast dishes then they settled down on the couch together with Gabriel laying on Drade’s lap but just as the couple was about to start watching a movie there was a knock at the front door. Drade furrowed her brow in suspicious confusion while Gabriel shot just as confused glance up at his mate before they both got off the couch to head towards the door. Drade cautiously peered through the peephole only to see nothing outside, shrugging Drade opened the door and was instantly taken back by what she saw on the other side. Lying face down on their front stairs was Castiel, Drade hurried to the young angel’s side taking a knee as she pressed two fingers to Cas’ jugular searching for a pulse which luckily she found. Cas released a weak moan while Drade brushed his drenched dark hair out of his face revealing a cut on his forehead that had oozed blood down his temple to his chin.

 “Cas…what happened?” Drade asked

 “I…I…attacked…” Cas barely managed to get out

 “Okay, easy kiddo…let’s get him inside,” Drade calmly stated looking up at Gabriel

 “Yeah,” Gabe agreed as he maneuvered to help Drade get Cas up

 Once they picked Castiel up it revealed a bloody cut to his left side that had stained his white dress shirt. Carefully the couple carried Cas inside down to the built in infirmary in Drade’s basement where sheik stainless steel outlined elegant glass walls, they guided Cas to the treatment table and luckily Cas was beginning to regain consciousness enough to remain in a sitting position with a little help from Gabriel. Drade moved swiftly to pull off Cas’ drenched trench coat along with his suit jacket then she worked on his dress shirt finally allowing Drade a good look at the gash on Cas’ side once again luck was on Castiel’s side in that the gash wasn’t that deep but he was shivering.

 “Drade, he’s not staying conscious…I think we should lay him down,” Gabriel suggested as Cas started leaning more on Gabriel then staying upright via his own strength.

 “Agreed, here…” Drade trailed off, grabbing Cas’ right side while Gabriel maneuvered Cas’ left to lay him down.

 “I’ll get some blankets,” Gabriel stated once Cas was lying flat on the table

 “Thank you love,” Drade agreed

 Gently Drade examined Castiel’s cut on his left side revealing it was clearly inflicted from an angel blade. Once Gabriel returned he set the blankets on one of the counters so as to help Drade remove Castiel’s remaining soaked clothing basically stripping the angel completely naked then they placed one blanket over Cas’ lower half followed by folding one up to place partially over his upper half, allowing Drade to still access the wound on his left side. Gabe grabbed a cloth to start cleaning the cut on Cas’ forehead while Drade did the same for the wound on his side, a little alcohol later and a couple bandages the wounds were tended mostly it seemed that Cas was exhausted. Gabe did a quick assessment of his little brother determining quickly that Cas’ grace was extremely weak for some reason which was why the cold from the rain was actually affecting him. Drade covered Castiel in a couple heavy blankets while Gabriel grabbed a few hot water bottles to place around Cas’ body underneath said blankets. Once Cas was mostly stable Drade grabbed a towel to dry the young angel’s dark hair before leaving him be for a while to rest but she remained by his side to assure nothing happened whilst Gabriel went to secure the house just in case whatever Castiel was involved in followed him. Castiel came to later that evening, blue eyes fluttering open with a hard swallow around his dry throat as he shifted his head from side to side trying to take in where he was before attempting to push himself up. The blankets fell from Cas’ torso to pool around his waist as he held onto his wounded side with slight winces of pain but managing to breathe through the sharp spikes of pain allowing him to remain in a sitting position when Drade strode in having changed into a loose fitting T-shirt after Gabriel’s button down got dirty from tending to Castiel. Upon seeing Cas sitting up Drade hurried to his side gently placing a hand across his shoulder blades while the other rested on his covered thigh trying to provide a little support while Cas continued to get his head back together.

 “Drade…so I did make…” Cas mumbled mostly to himself more than to Drade

 “Easy kiddo…get your head together,” Drade encouraged, gently rubbing her hand across Cas’ shoulders.

 “Where are they? Did they follow me?” Cas questioned in a slight panic

 “Whoa, whoa! Slow it down…let’s start with who is they?” Drade inquired pressing a hand to Castiel’s chest to settle the angel down.

 “Couple rogue angels…I was sent to capture them with a garrison…” Cas’ face turned sour causing concern to knit itself across Drade’s.

 “Cas? What happened?” Drade calmly inquired

 “The garrison was killed…I was the only one to escape,” Cas finished explaining with a heaviness in his voice.

 “It’s okay Cas…we’ll figure this out, how many were there in the rogue group?” Drade asked

 “Five…but we took out two of them,” Cas informed Drade

 “Alright…that leaves three and so far they haven’t shown up here,” Drade explained back

 “Ugh!” Cas gritted out a pained groan

 “Hey, hey…lay back down,” Drade insisted as she applied gentle pressure to Cas’ chest to help ease the angel down.

 Castiel didn’t argue as he was pressed back to the table although his body was now warm his grace wasn’t recovered yet. Drade grabbed a cloth from the cabinets behind her then ran it under some barely warm water to wipe over Cas’ face and forehead being cautious of the cut there before moving to the bandaged cut on his side. Drade gently undid the bandage to check on the cut, cleaning it up again before reapplying some fresh bandages while Cas dosed between being asleep and not. Once Drade was finished Castiel easily fell back asleep thus she left him to rest in favor of getting some clothing for when he wakes back up before joining Gabriel in watching for said rogue angels that possibly might pay them a visit.

 “So much for movie night,” Gabriel teased with a chuckle

 “Best laid plans and all that,” Drade retorted with a chuckle of her own

 The couple peered through the curtains simply waiting for the angels to show because they knew that they would especially after Castiel escaped. Sure enough once the sun set three unknown figures crept their way onto Drade and Gabriel’s property, a mistake they would soon come to regret. One started around the back of the house while the other two went straight through the open front door, cautiously easing their path towards the basement entrance where they expected to of course find Castiel. Drade lurked in the shadows on the ascending staircase watching until the angels were just slightly apart from one another then she slung a rope over the edge easily snatching the darker haired male angel by the neck causing a strangled sound to escape him as she yanked him up into the darkness. The blonde male he was with turned just in time to see the dark staircase illuminate with the light from a dying angel instantly forcing the blonde to abandon his hunt for Cas to go after who’d just killed his partner. Meanwhile around the back of the house the only female angel searched for a way into the basement from the outside eventually coming across a window yet the warding was too strong she couldn’t get through. Suddenly a hand grasped around her forehead causing her to scream in surprise right before an archangel blade was slashed across her throat and once her light was extinguished Gabriel dropped the angel’s body to the ground. The final angel ran through Drade’s maze like halls as if he were a rat trying to out run a cat, fear running through him at a high rate because now he knew Drade was simply playing with her food. The blonde angel stopped to catch his breath only to feel a presence right behind him followed by a breathy ‘Boo’ from a female voice, he swung his angel blade only to have the strike easily blocked by a long sword. Drade countered the strike with swift elegant movements that quickly overwhelmed the blonde and with a final dodge Drade snatched up his wrist with the angel blade in it, coming around to be back to back with him then ran her sword straight through him. Gabriel arrived just in time to watch the blonde’s light extinguish, Drade pulling her sword from the angel as his body fell to the ground.

 “Well that takes care of the trespassers,” Drade smirked, grabbing a towel from the kitchen to clean off her sword’s blade.

 “Yep, Cas is safe too,” Gabriel stated

 Once the bodies of the angels were burned Drade returned to Cas’ side just in time to see him waking back up. Gently Gabriel helped Cas sit up and once he was balanced Drade handed him the clothing before leaving to give him privacy to get dressed but when finished he came upstairs. Drade offered Cas to stay for as long as he needed to recover which he happily accepted clearly not fully ready to return to heaven just yet.  

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