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luffington · 24 days

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fur & feathers ♡

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➤ summary: You tried your hardest to stay out of their way this time. Unsurprisingly, you ended up sandwiched between them instead. (18+)

➤ pairing: sir crocodile x afab!reader x donquixote doflamingo, crocodile x doflamingo

➤ word count: 4.2k

➤ warnings: sub!reader, mean dom!croc & meaner dom!doffy, double penetration, anal sex, size kink, belly bulge, oral (m receiving), creampie, breeding kink, degradation, objectification, power play, she/her & 'girl' used

➤ notes: purely self-indulgent filth..... i am not seeing heaven's gates

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Being Sir Crocodile’s personal secretary obviously had its benefits. Traveling to all sorts of conferences alongside him, meeting important and influential people, and always feeling protected. You lived a more lavish life than the vast majority of Alabastans, and all it took was looking the other way when documents with a winged Jolly Roger appeared on his desk. But it had some major downfalls, too, like putting up with whatever the hell was going on between your boss and that blonde feathery freak.

You tried your hardest to stay out of their way this time. Unsurprisingly, you ended up sandwiched between them instead.

Fragrant and flashy perfume clashed with the thick and heady scent of an expensive cigar, overwhelming your senses and making you dizzy. Crocodile’s lengthy cock was buried deep in your throat. You choked and sputtered around it, trying your hardest to use your mouth well and please your boss. Doflamingo’s harsh thrusts into your pussy from behind were making it difficult.

Your wrists had long lost their strength to support you, so you were positioned on your knees and elbows. The dark-haired man comfortably reclined on a stack of plush pillows, his ring-covered hand resting on the crown of your head. Doflamingo gripped your hips hard and repeatedly slammed his enormous dick inside you, practically penetrating your womb. You didn’t have to see him to know that he was maniacally grinning.

You were fully naked and on display for the two men (to be fair, the blonde was already half-naked when he entered the room). Their perfectly sculpted and scarred bodies were also completely bare, but somehow they both still had their coats on. You would have laughed at the absurdity if it didn’t remind you of their high status and how far below them you were. Or maybe it just was an unspoken challenge between them – first one to take theirs off loses.

They had already made you cum three times before they even got their dicks out. Under the guise of being a gracious host, Crocodile had allowed Doflamingo the honor of your first orgasm of the night. He had made you straddle his thigh and get yourself off by rubbing your bare cunt on his leather pants, bouncing his leg up and down and cackling sadistically at your humiliated expression. Then Crocodile had eaten you out as the other man fondled your tits, and then Doflamingo had strung you up until you couldn’t move an inch while they worked together to torture your pussy. They were each menaces on their own, but somehow sharing your body like this didn’t make their egos clash – they cooperated. It was only a matter of time until they figured out something kinky to do with Crocodile’s sand powers, and then you’d be truly fucked.

You were losing yourself in the salty taste of Crocodile’s cock, the thickness of it stretching your mouth almost painfully while your nose repeatedly brushed against his neatly groomed pubes. Slowly forcing your head up and down, never giving you more than a second to breathe. He was barely sweating, looking down at you with cold eyes as he puffed at the cigar hanging from his lips. A direct contrast to Doflamingo bullying your poor cunt and shoving your body forwards onto the other man’s lap with every thrust.

A dry finger suddenly prodded at your asshole, causing you to choke around your boss’s cock. Crocodile clicked his tongue. “Two holes at once? You’re being greedy, Doffy.” His words were teasing, a wicked smirk on his scarred face while he continued ignoring your obvious protests.

“You get to use her whenever you want. I think that’s pretty greedy.” The blonde frowned, continuing to insistently circle his fingertip around your rim. “Besides, I’m trying to do something nice for you. You can have her pussy, so I’ll take her ass.”

The dark-haired man exhaled a cloud of smoke. Without his hand holding you down, you pulled off of his dick with a lewd wet noise and spun your head to face Doflamingo. “W-wait… both… at the, ahh, same ti-ime…?” Your muddled mind tried to express your fear, knowing full well that neither of them would care. “C-can’t fit…”

“You don’t know that until you try,” Doflamingo replied with a twisted grin. Actually, he wasn’t sure why the three of you hadn’t tried it yet. Perhaps it had something to do with your size difference. Both men were unnaturally tall – the blonde often made fun of Crocodile for only being 8’4 – and their cocks were more than proportional. Each was longer than your forearm and practically matched the thickness. Your stomach felt close to bursting from just one.

Looking to your boss for help, you silently pleaded for some hint of kindness inside the man. His cold glare and cruel smile granted you none.

At first, you had assumed Crocodile was the nicer of the two, that he felt some kind of sympathy and held regard for human life. You quickly realized in horror that they were two sides of the same sadistic coin. The same need for dominance, longing for powerful positions, and lack of hesitation to step on anyone below them for their own benefit. Sure, Doflamingo used his strings very inappropriately in the bedroom. But Crocodile had never taken off his hook during sex, resulting in a few ‘accidental’ fading cuts on your back and thighs. Doflamingo was very open about his madness, while the other kept it neatly buttoned up under silk dress shirts.

“Don’t worry,” Crocodile rubbed your cheek, feigning gentleness, before saying, “We’ll make them fit.”

You gulped, feeling very much like prey caught in a fatal trap.

Doflamingo stopped his thrusts with his cock deep inside you and sucked his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, coating them with enough spit to not rip your hole. He would never be generous enough to use actual lube.

He snickered when he caught Crocodile watching his movements and swirled his tongue teasingly around his digits. “Enjoying the view, baby?”

“I’m enjoying a break from that ridiculous smile of yours.” The other man replied smoothly. “Maybe I’ll use my fingers to shut you up the next time you say something irritating.”

“Your fingers are too rough,” the blonde pouted and shoved a long finger inside your asshole in one go, making you cry out and clench your fists. Neither man acknowledged your pained reaction, though you felt Doflamingo’s cock twitch excitedly inside you. “My mouth feels all sandy afterwards.”

Crocodile smirked to himself — he controlled every grain of sand in his body, so any bits left behind in Doflamingo’s mouth (or in his clothes, or the crevices of his body) was intentional. His gaze flickered down to you, grasping the base of his cock and timidly licking at his tip. “You can do better than that, slut.” You instantly swallowed it halfway, not daring to upset your boss.

The dark haired man let out a content sigh as he watched the beautiful scene in front of him. Your back glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and a giant red Doffy-shaped handprint still burned on your ass. The blonde’s pace had slowed down slightly so he could focus on preparing your asshole with no gentleness whatsoever. He used two digits to spread your hole wide, then spat directly inside it. You whimpered at the filthy feeling, sending pleasant vibrations through Crocodile’s cock.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Doflamingo swore, watching his saliva disappear inside you. “What a good little whore.” You unconsciously wiggled your hips at his praise.

The more he pushed and prodded deep inside you, the harder it was to focus on pleasuring the cock in your mouth. Wordlessly, Crocodile placed his hook on the back of your neck, the sharp edge dangerously close to your throat. The message was clear – you immediately got to work, cheeks hollowing and sloppily drooling around his dick.

Doflamingo nodded his chin at the heavy gold object. “You ever finger anyone with that glorified fish hook?”

Your entire body went cold. Hopefully that wasn’t a suggestion.

“No, but you can be the first to try it out.”

“Aww, Croc, you’re making me blush.” He didn’t seem even a tiny bit flustered.

Ignoring you was part of their sick game. Making you feel so incredibly small and unimportant. Nothing but a fleshlight for two of the most powerful men in the world to share while they bickered among themselves.

Trying to regain their focus, you clenched your holes and moaned loudly. “Shh, darling,” Crocodile cooed mockingly. “The adults are talking.”

You hated how much that humiliation turned you on and made your core ache with need.

“Well, she seems about ready.” Doflamingo chuckled, unceremoniously pulling out of your swollen pussy, his cock angry and red and shining with your juices. You fought to keep your lower half from collapsing to the bed. “How do you wanna do this?”

You looked up at Crocodile questioningly, not daring to take his dick out of your mouth yet. Your boss gently tugged at your hair and you raised your head, coughing and sputtering for air. You suddenly felt a shameful sense of emptiness – you missed having your holes stuffed full.

He stroked the back of your head as if you were his pet. “Any ideas, doll?”

It was the first time all night that they asked for your opinion, that you weren’t passively taking every bit of pleasure and pain that they graciously gave you. You gulped nervously, looking between both men. Doflamingo seemed especially excited to hear you pick your poison.

“M-maybe… I could… sit in your laps?” You replied timidly, unsure if your input even mattered.

“Is that a question or an answer?” Crocodile raised an eyebrow.

As calm and collected as both men seemed, you could tell they were growing impatient. Their cocks dripped precum and subtly twitched with need. You were desperate for stimulation, too, so you steeled your hazy mind and nodded resolutely. “I want to sit in your laps. Feel you both so deep inside me. I… I might go crazy if you don’t fuck me.” You turned to Doflamingo, batted your eyes innocently, and added, “I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

The blonde threw his head back and moaned exaggeratedly. “Fuck, baby, you’re straight out of my wet dreams. Why don’t you visit Dressrosa sometime?”

“Don’t get any ideas,” Crocodile gave the man a hard glare, helping your shaky body into a sitting position. “She’s mine. The best secretary I’ve had in years.”

Doflamingo cackled. “I forgot she’s your fucking employee! There’s no way you two actually get any work done. I bet I can open any file cabinet in your office and find cum stains on those papers.”

“Open anything in my office and I’ll throw you in my Sea Prism Stone cell.”

You rolled your eyes as you maneuvered yourself into Crocodile’s lap, using his shoulders for support as you straddled his slightly spread thighs. Their twisted flirting was seemingly endless. Couldn’t they have picked a better time?

“Don’t get bratty, darling,” he snickered and quickly slapped your breast, making you yelp in surprise. “Unless you can’t survive another minute without our dicks inside you.”

You nodded and bit your lip, feeling your juices trickle out of your hole and drop down your leg. “Please, sir, I need you. Need you both.” Crocodile hummed in satisfaction – he had trained you so well. He pressed an intoxicating open-mouthed kiss to your jaw and simultaneously twisted your nipple.

“Starting without me isn’t fair.” Doflamingo grumbled petulantly as he shuffled into place behind you. It took a few tries until he found a way to comfortably tangle his hairy legs around Crocodile’s, their pelvises almost pressed together and his massive cock smacking against your spine. The blonde bit your earlobe and laughed when you flinched.

Your fists clenched onto Crocodile’s smooth fur jacket, breasts flush against his muscular pecs, while soft and wispy feathers grazed your back and sent ticklish shivers down your spine. The air felt electric with anticipation and excitement and pure unadulterated lust. Your body might hate you the next morning for this — no, you’d feel the aftermath of their desire for at least a few days. But at that moment, you needed your holes stuffed full more than you needed oxygen.

With a shaky breath, you stood on your knees, their long cocks still barely fitting underneath you. Doflamingo tapped the crown of his dick against your rim before holding it steady. They waited with bated breath for you to sink down.

Two Warlords were inside you.

You felt like your body was ripping in half. And yet the pain made you even wetter, a debauched moan spilling from your lips and eyes rolling back into your skull. Both men simultaneously groaned in satisfaction, an angelic choir of devils singing your praise. Being on top gave you a refreshing sense of control… one that didn’t last very long.

Crocodile’s hand settled on your hip to gently coax you down, while Doflamingo pressed hard on your shoulders. When it was finally too much and your body refused to take any more – not even halfway down their massive lengths – tight strings wound around your thighs and forced you down the rest of the way. You cried out in anguish, speared on their massive cocks.

Thankfully, the two men let you adjust once you had their entire lengths inside you and rested in their laps. You shuddered in their hold, trying your best to calm your rapid heartbeat. Perhaps there was a hint of kindness in their decision, but it was more likely for their own benefit. A broken toy was no fun to play with and they weren’t even close to being done with you.

Crocodile reclined against the bed’s headboard and let out a low whistle. “Fuck,” he swore in a gravelly voice, eyes half-lidded and seemingly hypnotized. “You are so fucking full.”

You looked down in perverted fascination to see your stomach bulging unnaturally, almost making you appear pregnant. He ran his hand over the well-defined outline of his cock and you felt it twitch inside you excitedly.

“What? No fair, you’re hogging the view. Let me see.” Doflamingo pouted, leaning over your shoulder. He giggled ferociously at the sight. “Oh, that’s sexy as hell.” The hand that wasn’t manipulating his strings joined Crocodile’s to rub over your bulging belly, applying pressure to your womb and making you keen. “That feels good, huh? You like when we force our way inside your tight little holes and rearrange your guts?”

Your face burned red at his filthy words but you nodded rapidly. Your boss frowned and pinched your clit, causing wetness to pool in your eyes. “I thought I taught you to use your words.”

“Y-Yes, sir, I love it.” Doflamingo’s long tongue snaked out to lap away the single teardrop running down your cheek.

“So obedient.” He nuzzled into your neck almost affectionately. “So good for us.”

Moments like this made you question what your relationship with them was. Sure, you were definitely more of a prized possession than a romantic partner, but maybe you possessed them in a different way. You would never voice that thought aloud, but it’s what prevented you from quitting your job, getting the hell out of Alabasta, and finding an actual partner and decent life somewhere else. They could have anyone in the world they desired, but Crocodile hadn’t been with anyone besides Doflamingo and you since the first time he fucked you on his office desk, much too horny to try to seduce you back to his bedroom.

And while you didn’t know what the other Warlord got up to in his own kingdom, at the very least, he always came back for more. Doflamingo could tell vicious lies dripping with sugar like no one else, but part of you hoped there was some truth in calling you gorgeous and perfect and his good little whore.

You knew you were probably deluding yourself, but Doflamingo’s warm mouth sucking marks into your throat and Crocodile’s palm rubbing over your stomach soothingly made your heart ache and veins burn.

“Alright, enough. Let’s get started.” The blonde used his powers to raise your body slowly, revealing their cocks glistening with your juices.

“No strings,” Crocodile interrupted, but added with a smirk, “Yet. Let her do it herself for now.”

Doflamingo licked his lips and leaned back on his hands leisurely. His strings loosened but didn’t disappear. “Show me what you’ve got, puppet.”

This was a test. There would be hell to pay if you failed, though you weren’t sure if passing was humanly possible. You continued to rise up at the pace Doflamingo’s strings had set, inch by delicious inch rubbing against your walls until only the tips were inside you. “You’re both so big,” you bit your lip seductively. “I feel so empty without your dicks.”

Then you quickly sank back down to the base, knocking the air out of your lungs. Head flying back to rest on the blonde man’s feather-coated shoulder. Crocodile’s cock kissed your cervix as Doflamingo’s bullied its way inside your asshole deeper than anything was meant to go.

You repeated the motion again and again, doing your best to clench your holes tight and take their entire lengths every time.

“This is getting boring,” the blonde rolled his eyes impatiently. A subtle twitch of his fingers forced you onto your knees then slammed you back down to their laps, their balls slapping against your sensitive skin. You were too overwhelmed to even comprehend what happened, but the man continued to manipulate your body at a brutal pace.

“Much better.” Crocodile agreed, taking in your blank expression and glazed-over eyes. Your mind completely shut off, focused on receiving every bit of carnal pleasure that the two Warlords graciously gave you. You were completely under their control and at their mercy. Your boss cooed at you mockingly. “Poor girl. There’s not a thought in that pretty little head of yours, huh, doll?”

Your silence answered his question so perfectly that he didn’t even punish you for not responding.

“She fucking loves it. Look at her drool.” Doflamingo grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. He delighted in your debauched expression, tongue lolling out of your mouth, before leaning back and slapping your ass. Your body spasmed around their cocks.

The blonde used his strings to hold you down as far as possible, admiring the bulge in your stomach again with a sick grin. You hardly noticed it — you hardly noticed anything at this point. Then he ripped Crocodile’s lit cigar from the corner of his mouth and haphazardly threw it across the room. Miraculously, nothing caught on fire.

“That was expensive.” Crocodile snarled.

“I don’t care about your fucking tobacco.” Doflamingo grabbed the other man’s slicked-back hair and slammed their lips together in a hungry kiss that was all teeth and tongue. You watched dazedly as they licked at each other’s mouths like feral animals. Matching each other’s intensity and fighting to maintain their dominance. With his free hand, the blonde groped your breast, squeezing it in his large palm before rolling your nipple between his fingers.

The men pulled away, panting heavily from the intense kiss. A thick string of saliva kept their lips connected. Doflamingo broke it by swiping his tongue across Crocodile’s reddened bottom lip.

“Let’s get her pregnant, Croc. I want her tits swollen with milk so I can suck them dry.” You felt a shiver run through your entire body. What a terrifying, deranged, yet tempting thought. You didn’t dare voice your thoughts, but the blonde still felt your ass clench around his cock. He cackled and roughly tugged at your nipple. “I think our little girl likes that idea.”

Crocodile’s dark eyes turned to you. “Consider yourself lucky that he’s not in your pussy.” As if he was wearing a condom himself. As if he even owned condoms.

Doflamingo suddenly leaned forward and knocked you down with his weight, causing you and Crocodile to fall like dominos. The dark-haired man was almost flat on his back and you were crushed between their bodies, breasts uncomfortably squished against your boss’s fleshy chest. A cloud of pink feathers suddenly encompassed you, hanging loosely from the blonde’s shoulders and fully caging you in. Now that he was on top, he released the strings from around your thighs. Doflamingo gave a particularly harsh thrust forward and you yelped, the change in angle hitting an extra sensitive part of you. Crocodile’s cock insistently pressed against your g-spot.

The blonde placed his hand softly on Crocodile’s cheek, caressing the sharp line of his jaw. Very out of place, very unlike Doffy. But when he pulled away, a single thin thread followed his fingertip like a spider weaving a web.

“Get this fucking thing off of me.” The dark-haired man growled, grabbing at where it attached to his jaw in vain. Panic raced through your mind — you didn’t want to literally be in the middle of their fight. But Crocodile didn’t seem truly angry, more annoyed that this happened again.

“I’ll be nice,” he chuckled menacingly. He slowly moved his pointer finger in a come-hither motion and Crocodile’s hips followed the same upwards path, pushing his cock even further inside you. “See? Just wanted to take the lead.”

Doflamingo immediately resumed his inhuman pace, pistoning in and out and making your ass cheeks jiggle from the impact. One hand mimicked marionette motions as he manipulated Crocodile into mirroring his speed and ferocity, and the other held your hip firmly in place. He perfectly timed their thrusts so they pulled out and pushed in at the same exact time, knocking the air out of your lungs and setting your core on fire.

As godly as both men appeared, they were still very much human and rapidly approaching their orgasms. Your boss’s chest heaved underneath you, eyelids fluttering shut and pink dusting his cheeks. Doflamingo panted like a wild beast, letting out breathy, excited giggles at the sight of his two pretty puppets. A few stray feathers had fallen off his coat which landed in Crocodile’s messy hair and clung to your sticky skin. The overwhelming need to possess and consume both of you made the blonde’s head spin.

You raised your head from where it was buried in your Crocodile’s chest, now covered in a puddle of your drool. “Please, s-sirs, I need-“ You were interrupted by Doflamingo deftly rubbing your neglected clit in tight circles. You choked on your words, looking at your boss pleadingly.

“You may cum, darling.” Crocodile offered you a merciful smile.

Stars flashed before your eyes and you swore you ascended to heaven, every nerve in your body tingling and toes curling tightly as you cried out the names of your saviors, before you came crashing down to earth with an unabashed and sinful drawn-out moan. Moments after that bright white light washed over you, thick white cum exploded in both of your holes as the Warlords cried out simultaneously. Doflamingo kept Crocodile’s hips flush against your body as his heavy balls stuffed you full and only lowered them when he had let out his final spurts.

“Fuck.” The blonde’s breath caught in his throat as he watched his cum spill out around his length, dripping out of your ass onto Crocodile’s dick underneath. You had never felt so used, so filthy, and fuck did it feel incredible.

The dark-haired man felt your heart beating rapidly against him and noticed you slowly slip into darkness, your consciousness fading. “Stay with us, doll.” He stroked your hair and ran his rough thumb over your cheek.

You smiled, dazed and dopey. “Th… thank you…”

“Taking everything we give you and thanking us after… absolutely fucking perfect.” Doflamingo breathed heavily. You wailed from sensitivity as he pulled his cock out of your abused hole and the man beneath you followed suit. More globs of cum dripped out of your pussy and ass and spilled onto Crocodile’s fur coat sprawled out beneath him. Doflamingo giggled in delight. “Better wash that for him tomorrow, little girl.”

“She’s a secretary, not a servant.” Crocodile rolled his eyes, knowing that anyone in a position lower than Doffy’s was interchangeable to him. He swiped two fingers down the cleft of your ass, collecting sticky strings of cum and making your oversensitive body jolt. “But good girls clean up their messes, right?”

You obediently sucked his fingers clean, swirling your tongue around his digits and moaning like a whore at the salty taste of their mixed semen.

Doflamingo untangled his body from yours and reclined back with a satisfied sigh. “When’s round two?”

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull, but Crocodile spoke before you could protest — his words held more weight than yours, after all. “That was round four for her. It’s a miracle that your dick hasn’t killed someone yet.”

“Fine, I’ll wait.” He pouted like a spoiled child. “But don’t go soft on me, Croc. You’re the only one who’s fun enough to share toys with.”

Crocodile rolled you off of his chest none too gently, but thankfully, you had a plush blanket and padded mattress to land upon. “If we’re both ready to go, why not do a round without her?” His predatory gaze met yours. “I’m sure she would love to watch.”

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angel-bubbles · 2 years

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a glimpse

listening to 'glimpse of us' by joji and had this pop into my head, hence, ' a glimpse' :) ALSO this is my first time writing angsty stuff and having to actually use tags so plsplspls tell me if i missed anything <3

tags: major character death, grief, (implied) mental health struggles, overall angst, hurt/no comfort

The last couple months have been foggy and confusing for them to say the least. Having to fight for the right to their own memories and now constantly hiding from a department they aren’t even supposed to know about. Having to grieve the loss of the one person they feared losing most, followed directly by the loss of everyone else.

angel's life without david

Angel started the day with an ache in their chest that they couldn’t quite push away. A longing for someone they couldn’t have. The feeling pushed a heavy sigh out of their lungs as they dragged their legs through their morning routine. Most mornings they let their brain wander, having no energy to keep it from doing so.

Glancing at the bed they could see the divot in the mattress where they were meant to find David. His pillow sat in the middle of it,trying to fill the space that shouldn’t have been empty in the first place. No matter how they would lay, Angel always found themself waking up with their head resting on the worn in pillow case, searching for him even fast asleep. The pillow wasn’t warm like him, wasn’t firm like him, it hardly even smelled like him anymore. But it was all they had left.

The two were laying on the couch, pressed close. Angel could hear David’s heartbeat, it was strong and steady, inviting them to nuzzle closer into him before he spoke.

“You’re clingy, you know that?”

“Mm, I’ve never heard you complaining.” Their voice was fuzzy and jumbled from the sleep dancing around their brain but they lifted their head to meet his gaze.

“I never said I didn’t like it, you little snot.” The stern furrow of his brow and his disapproving tone would convince anyone else that he was upset. But Angel saw the glint in his eye along with the upward tilt to his lips and they found themselves beaming back at him, eyes squinty and filled with happiness.

“You should be thanking me ya know, me and my ‘furnace of a body’ as you like to put it, are keeping you nice and warm.” They said as they plopped their head back onto him. David scoffed a little but Angel felt his arms tighten around them.

“You are a walking furnace, I’m not entirely convinced you aren’t actually a fire elemental.” Angel smiled to themselves as they stayed buried into his chest, their sleep dragging them away.

“I just feel safe with you.” Angel whispered, “There’s a sort of safety of waking up in your arms every day. I like it.”

Doing simple tasks became harder, not for increase in difficulty, but for the lack of his presence. They brushed their teeth alone now, there was no chance for coffee to be waiting in the pot, no one to listen to them bitch about going into work just for the sake of bitching.

Now, as they’re running late for the twelfth day in a row they can’t help but long for him to just be here. Even if no words left his mouth the mere presence of him would wake their tired brain.

As they stumbled messily towards the door they spun around and stared at the empty house he left them, feeling their heart squeeze. They had built this house into a home together, and he had left a piece of him sewn into every seam.

They let their eyes settle on a small picture hanging crookedly across the room, something he no doubt would have fixed before they could notice if he were here, and stared at the rare smile on his face.

“Love you Davey. I’ll be home soon.” They said softly, plucking their keys off the hook on the wall. There was no reply as they carefully shut the door behind them.

“I told you this would happen.” David said as he helped Angel dig around their living room. “If you put them in the same spot we wouldn’t be having this issue.” Angel groaned as they shoved their arm into the depths of the couch shooting him a mock glare but saying nothing. They wiggled their hand around for a few minutes before it finally grazed across the metal of their key ring.

Yanking the ring out of the woodworks of their couch, Angel dangled the keys on their finger with a proud smile on their face. “I knew they would be in here.” The pride that came off them in waves caused David to snort a small laugh.

“Uh huh, of course you did you mess. Now leave before you’re even later than you already are.” The words pulled a few curses out of Angel’s mouth as they hurried to grab their things. When they tried pushing past David to get to the door he grabbed their arm bringing them to a stop.

“Forgetting something?” His quirked eyebrow pulled a smile to Angel’s lips as they carefully adjusted their bag onto their shoulder.

“Love you.” Angel said softly as they leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips. The kiss lasted longer than most of their goodbye kisses and Angel groaned as they pulled away. “But seriously they’re gonna have my ass if I don’t leave.” David hummed and turned them around, gently nudging them towards the door. Angel felt his hand hit their butt as they hurried away and they threw a glare over their shoulder just to see a smug grin on his face.

“Love you, Angel. Drive safe.” His words caused them to throw a thumbs up over their head before they quickly shut the door behind them.

On their drive to work they found focusing hard, which was frustrating to no end. Their brain kept drifting to David, and their headache seemed to be blossoming into a migraine at this point. They couldn’t stop thinking about how they weren’t even supposed to remember. The department ordering for memory modification 3 days after David died.

The look in Asher’s eyes as they begged him to find a way was something they couldn't scrub from their memory. Crying on his couch while his mate held them and Asher just stared, wide eyes filled with so much more pain than they ever hoped to see in them again. Brand new alpha faced with his first task, and it's a seemingly impossible one at that.

But he found a way. Pulling strings and finding out that Milo’s mate knew people at the department that were willing to lie for them, so long as they made it believable. The agreed upon story was that the memory modification solely removed magical elements from their memory, something Angel wasn’t entirely against if it needed to be done.

When the department persisted in their desire for a total reconfiguration and removal of any memories regarding the pack and David, however, Angel couldn’t keep contact. They purchased an apartment across town and sold their house to Asher to make it seem like they had forgotten their life there.

Making it believable was hard, DUMP is always three steps ahead and Angel knew that coming back to the house every night was risky. They knew that they should split their time more evenly, but the thought of leaving any more of David behind made it hard to breathe.

They couldn’t contact any of the pack anymore for the safety of everyone. Asher would visit the house a lot in the beginning and if they weren’t home he would leave notes on the kitchen table. For a month or two they communicated that way but as time went on he stopped coming by as often, being a new alpha tends to take up your time.

Angel walked in to see David sitting on the couch, head bent down into his hands as he roughly ran his fingers through his hair. His body was rigid and they found themself bending down in front of him, meeting his eyes with concern.

“What’s on your mind, love?” The words were soft but the groan they elicited was loud and frustrated.

“I wish Ash had a little more faith in his abilities. I didn’t choose him just because he’s my best friend, I chose him because if anything ever happens to me I know-”

“Don’t even say that David.” At the interruption his eyes glanced up to meet theirs again and they softened almost immediately.

“If something happens to me, I know he’ll take care of our family.”

They hit every red light on their route which was causing their frustration to bubble to the surface and forcing tears to sting at their eyes. As they sat at the final turn they let their eyes wander, trying to find something to distract them from the lecture they had waiting for them. Their boss was understanding when they had briefly explained “death in the family” months ago. But the longer their absences and tardiness persist the less forgiving she became. It wasn’t that Angel felt the frustration from their boss was uncalled for, it was that they didn’t know how to get back to normal. Their eyes glossed over while they waited for the light to finally turn green. But, as they blankly stared at their surroundings they noticed the license plate in front of them.

‘MY ANG3L’

“Why do you call me Angel?” They were sitting on the counter swinging their feet as they watched David rush around them, cooking some complicated dish for him and his mate. But upon hearing the question his ears tinted pink and Angel smiled as they watched him shoot a confused glance their way.

“What? Why are we talking about this?”

“For someone who hates sweet romantic shit so much, Angel is a pretty cheesy term of endearment.” David’s face fell into a glare but his ears got a tinge more red as he turned away from them, putting all his focus onto the food.

“If you’re gonna make a big deal out of it I’ll stop-”

“No!” Angel quickly interrupted him, this time feeling their own face warm up as he looked at them with a smirk. The two had a small staring contest, David wearing his cocky grin daring them to turn away first before Angel groaned and slightly shoved him by the shoulder. “Go back to making dinner, you jerk.” David’s laugh echoed around them and they felt their heart warm up. His laugh was loud and full and something they wished they could listen to all day. Even if it was at their own expense.

He never answered the question then, why he called them Angel. It was forgotten in their usual banter and him dragging them off the counter top and down to help him finish cooking.

They heard the honking of the car behind them before they felt the tears on their cheeks. They hated this, whatever it was. The pain of their headache had increased tenfold as they pulled into the parking lot of their office building and let the tears overtake them.

Their head hurt, their heart hurt, and they longed for a life they couldn’t get back. Their forehead connected with the steering wheel as they cried and watched the time tick by, the lecture from their boss looming over them.

“I- I’m so sorry.” Milo said softly, his usually strong sarcastic tone broken and frail. The shock kept the tears at bay but they felt their knees wobbling as they carefully sunk their body to the ground.

“Milo please tell me he’s okay. Please.” He had to be okay. It wasn’t an option for him to be anything but okay. Milo dropped into their vision, his cheeks wet with tears racing down them and the reality hit Angel, tearing their heart into a million pieces and scattering them in the wind. The despair in Milo’s eyes no doubt was mirroring their own. He was gone.

Angel groaned at the memory and quickly pulled out their phone, using it as a small mirror to aggressively wipe their cheeks, trying their best to look presentable. Their eyes were puffy and red, their hair was less than professional and the bags under their eyes were deep set and dark.

Upon seeing their appearance their boss didn’t even lecture them, instead sending them to work from home with eyes full of sympathy. The notion had made their lip quiver and as they watched their boss's eyes deepen with sadness they kicked themself.

“If you need anything you can always talk to me ya know.” She said softly, which caused Angel to quickly nod their head.

“Yeah, yeah of course thank you. And I’m sorry about all this.” Their boss shook her head and waved off the apology before leaning forward on the desk and crossing her arms in front of her.

“Just, be safe out there alright?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Their voice was raw and they quickly hurried out to their car, the pain in their chest hot and sharp.

“Davey?” They said softly looking up into his dark eyes. He hummed, looking down at them while tracing small circles on their hips where his hands had fallen. “Be safe.”

“I always am Angel. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you tonight.” He placed a small kiss on their forehead before tucking them under his chin. They were safe with each other. The two of them together, it felt like they could take on the world. Angel never wanted him to leave, they wanted to beg him to stay in their bubble of safety and love. But he had to go.

“I love you.” Angel leaned up and placed a small kiss on his lips and his hand came up, gently cradling their cheek.

“I love you too.”

What a beautifully tragic set of last words.

#heed the tags!!#and if i missed any pls lmk #also feedback is def appreciated!!!#redacted david #redacted angel #redacted asmr #my writing <3 #um chile anyways so #i rewrote this entire thing like 6 times #so many docs with different drafts #this one was titled 'a glimpse; final fucking take idc'#i of course had to throw in my usual sweet stuff that arguably makes it more painful but ya know #i'm very proud of this though #usually when a fic fights me this hard i give up but i didn't!#and im happy with it!#wins >:3

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