Sips climbed up, straddling Ross’ hips and smiling down at his work, tying Ross’ wrists and ankles to the bedposts.
Ross blinked owlishly up at him. There was a faint blush in his cheeks, and Sips brushed the back of his finger across it. “You okay?” he asked.
Ross nodded. Sips watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m- I’m good.”
CW: implied death/injury because kelpies I guess? If I need to tag something else, let me know.
Random ideas/headcanons that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.
Based on a dream I had- some sort of alter UMY-verse, in which fae-ish Trott visits a pub he’s been to before and runs into a minor annoyance.
I dunno what Trott is, A vampire, maybe, but not in the conventional sense, and also some sort of magic user, so maybe a sorcerer/warlock too? Or a fairy. I dunno.
Though it could be read differently, I also imagine that Ross is the bartender and Sips is the (at least former) pub owner. The pub is both non-human/magical and human customers. The last time Trott was here was in the 70s, and it is now present day.
cw: dudebros pestering for drinks, mention of drinking
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The pain started in his shoulders.
Ross thought he pulled a muscle wrong at the gym, but it didn’t go away. It was a persistent, at first subtle, ache in his bones. His broad shoulder muscles become sore and stiff to the touch. Very tiny feathers start flaking off when he showers.
Ross knew he had fae blood in him, but he never showed any symptoms of anything. “There weren’t any ab- weren’t any fae-like changes in me when I hit puberty,” he tells the doctor. Every breath he took in felt a little different, like his shoulders carried extra weight.
Wings. Wing growth was causing his shoulder pain.
CW: doctor’s appointments, medication, anxiety, stress, attempted mugging, minor injury If I need to tag something else, let me know.