He knew it was coming the moment his soul erratically
started buzzing. He quickly put the leftover dirty bowls in his sink, turning
around and walking out of the kitchen.
“Leaving so soon?” Edge asked, currently cleaning the
counter after cooking dinner.
“I do believe you can take care of the rest without
fucking it up. I have more important things to take care of right now.” His
non-existent throat felt like it was irritated, making him take every breath
harder, fighting with his urges. He was careful not to show any of this on the
outside as Edge nodded at him, but there was a glint of suspicion in his gaze.
Razz went up the stairs, ignoring how his brother
looked at him, while and Red and Comic next to him on the couch continued
talking, not noticing anything. He got to his room and he had just enough time
to close the door behind him before he started coughing.
It felt thorns were stabbing at the back of his
mandible and he just couldn’t breathe anymore, his chest acting like it was
tightening. He dropped to his knees, grabbing his own neck as petals fell from
his mouth. His mouth was filled with the materialized pieces, making him
constantly choke on them until every one of those were out.
By the time it was over, his hands were on the ground
too, shaking, as the pain dissolved in his body, leaving a strange soreness
behind. He stood up as quickly as he could, frustratingly wiping away the tears
that dwelled up in his eyesockets. He looked down at the dozens of petals,
starting to pick them up with a disgusted glare.
Striped, yellow and red carnations… The universe was
definitely playing a joke on him. The fact that he even knew what they meant
was because of Blue, who became interested in plants and wouldn’t shut up about
them. The colours were mocking him as he threw every piece in his bin. He would
burn them later, when everyone went away.
There was a faint popping sound and Razz turned
around, seeing Slim standing in front of his door, a look of concern written on
his face.
“M’lord…”
“I’m fine.” The younger replied before stepping next
to the other. He tried to reach for the doorknob but his brother caught his
arm.
“Sans.”
He resisted the impulse to flinch at hearing his real
name. He sighed, not looking up at the other’s face.
“Not while they are here.”
Slim observed his face, as if searching for something,
before he nodded and let the other go, teleporting away. Razz gave himself a
moment to get his emotions under control, then exited from his room.
As he went down the stairs, he watched as Edge set the
table, listening to Red’s awful puns with faked annoyance, his posture calm.
Razz put his hand over his mouth and coughed a little, capturing the one petal
that fell out of his mouth. He immediately scrunched it, putting it in his
pocket as he entered into the kitchen.
Oh man, you’re just reminding me how much I need to explore this concept. The way you portrayed it here was gorgeous. I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you so much, Pentoll!
A/N: This is for @dragonfics (can’t tag your main blog, sorry!) featuring Prompt 17- Hollywood Star and their Assistant from the 350 milestone event! Thank you for your request, especially with this pairing! I love ship with either Swapfells and I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you like it!
Rus chucks the expensive empty champagne bottle across the room, shattering it against the decorated white wall. His face flushed a deep orange and he angrily huffs as he repeats the same motion with another bottle. Rus balls his fists and holds his head, screaming in utter rage as the tension builds up inside him. He slumps to his knees and bang on the wet marbled floor, the sea of glass surrounding his hands like a pool and cutting deep into his bones. Those will scar for sure, but Rus doesn’t care. His whole “persona” is the handsome, rugged, actor anyway, so he knows his agent wouldn’t bat an eye over his injuries. Rus flicks his wrists to fling the blood away as he leans back on the legs of his couch, breathing heavily and burying his head into his knees.
A burst of light opens up in his hotel room from the hallway, then immediately closes. Money, Rus’s personal assistant, comes in holding his clipboard and flinches at the sight before him. Another breakdown from his boss. Money has come to expect moment like these, and has gotten use to them by now. He sighs and goes into the kitchen to retrieve the first aid kit and approaches the super star without fear. He roughly grabs Rus’s hands and starts bandaging it up, silently seething in annoyance, but he dares not express it. He wonders what lead to the tantrum this time. He guesses his rock star boyfriend dumped him. About time. Money always thought Grillby was too good for this impulsive man baby.
Oh man T-T thank you so much for this! Your Rus is such a dick, and I kind of love it. It’s always wonderful seeing different takes on the AU characters, because they’re so open to interpretation. These two don’t exactly slot together smoothly? But that’s what makes them interesting.
This was awesome. I loved the ending. Thank you again! 💜💜
Summary: Elder Smith is still causing trouble and Rus gains an unsuspected ally.
Notes: Rated M for mature. A continuation of the spicyhoney Village AU that began here.With this chapter, the rating is going up. Again, warnings for harassment of a sexual nature (not by Edge).
*pulls up to the fanfic drive-thru window* uh yeah, i’ll take a fake relationship with a side of mutual pining and thinking the other isn’t interested, thanks
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