“Why were you out late last night?” Dayzel cautiously asked his husband.
“I wasn't?” Nox raised a curious eyebrow and tilted his head, looking at Dayzel quizzically.
“Yes you were?” Dayzel, now also confused, pressed. “Remember? You asked me to clean the house before you left, then you were gone until like-  three in the morning.” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I waited up for you too!”
Nox walked over, concern in his eyes. “Honey, I came home at 10, and you were already asleep.”
Dayzel paused. The concern in his husband’s eyes and the solid assurance in his voice made him falter. “What? I thought - I thought I stayed up… I could've sworn I did.”
Nox put a hand on his husband's shoulder. “Dayzel, you must've dreamt that you stayed up.”
Dayzel's arms fell to his sides. “But it felt so real.”
“I know it did. But it was just a dream.” Nox kissed the top of Dayzel's head and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.
“Just a dream…” Dayzel repeated under his breath
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Mibiuuuuuuuum i have to know now, what's the kinkiest thing Dayzel's asked to do with you? >:3
"To be honest that's a bit of a difficult question..." Mibium chuckled, cheeks turning slightly pink, "But hey- I'll give it a shot."
He reaches up and strokes his beard in thought. "I think the winner would have to be the time he had me tied up completely with his shadows, complete sensory deprivation too, and he fucked himself on me while stuffing me full with even more of his shadows. All being recorded to make me watch back later with him to fuck me through it all over again."
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Been having some art block recently, so I decided to try my hand at drawing something fun for Dayzel
This is about all I can show here, but if you want to see the full outfit, and what I designed to outfit for, here's the google drive link
and if you're interested in seeing more like this, or supporting me as an artist, I do have a patreon where I keep more art, including some stuff that I don't post here on Tumblr.
“Mibium huh? So you’re the angel he used to scream for.” Dayzel heard Rupert remark from somewhere behind him. “I’m impressed. It took him almost a year before he bowed like that for me. I wonder-”
“You have the money, can we go now?” Mibium’s voice interrupted. He sounded tense… Frustration clear in his voice. Though Dayzel couldn’t tell if the frustration was directed at Rupert or him. Another wave of shudders wracked through him at the thought.
“He’s all yours.” Rupert called from behind, sounding all too smug.
“Damn right.” Mibium narrowed his eyes at Rupert and made a shoo-ing gesture with his hand. Followed by the sound of a door opening and closing. Leaving Dayzel alone with Mibium for the first time in over two years… But everything was different now. He was different now. A million thoughts and questions swam in his head but he didn’t dare voice any of them. Not before he knew what the consequences would be.
He suddenly flinched hard, earning a pained groan from his strained and tense muscles, feeling Mibium’s soft and warm hand against his freezing cold shoulder. He glanced up briefly at him, wanting to gauge his reaction, but Mibium had an unreadable expression. “I’m sorry.” It was all he could do… Apologize. Apparently he had a lot he would be apologizing for… One way or another.Â
“It’s ok Dazzle. Let’s get you home, eh?” Mibium’s voice was soft… None of the anger before. But the use of his nickname felt twisted in the moment… A petname. All too fitting for right now. But all he could do was nod in agreement. He started to stand, only to find himself far too wobbly and weak in the knees. He almost went to try again, but Mibium stopped him and expertly scooped him up effortlessly. This was what Dayzel had wanted… What he’d dreamed about. What he’d begged for. For two years. But not like this… Never like this. He couldn’t take comfort in his former boyfriend turned owner’s hold. Not when he knew what kind of damage Mibium could… And probably would… Do to him. If he could pick Dayzel up and carry him down flights of stairs all the way to his big purple pickup truck, all without so much as breaking a sweat, he knew he would be able to effortlessly shatter Dayzel if he wanted. Dayzel was determined not to give him any more reason to…
Mibium finally put him down on the passenger seat of the truck, buckling him up and giving him a soft smile, before closing the door and walking around to the driver’s side. For a split second Dayzel thought about running. About running off and never looking back. But he shook the thought off… If He’d hurt Mibium this badly? Badly enough to buy him back like this for some form of closure or vengeance? Then he deserved to stay and take whatever punishment was coming to him. No more running.
Mibium climbed in the driver’s side, started the truck up, and they were on their way. Dayzel glanced over to the rearview mirror and watched as the place he’d been held for two years finally disappeared beyond the horizon. He only looked away when something was placed in his lap. Well… Three somethings. His favorite sweater and red pair of gloves. He looked up at Mibium who returned his gaze briefly. “Go on. You don’t even have a shirt on, you must be freezing. I held onto them for you.”
Dayzel hesitated, thinking about how the old him would quip back about him being an ice demon so the cold didn’t affect him, but instead all he could muster up was- “Why?” as he carefully pulled the sweater on over his head, his gloves following soon after. They felt good.
He knew asking was risky… But he had to know. And Mibium always had a way of pulling the real Dayzel out… For better or worse. It was one of the things Dayzel had loved- and feared- when they were together. And now was no exception.
“I knew I’d see you again. And I wanted you to have those for when we met again…” Mibium didn’t look over this time. Too focused on the barely lit roads taking them home.Â
Dayzel wrung his hands in his lap, his tail wrapped around his leg tightly. “I… I don’t understand…” How long has Mibium been planning this revenge?
“That’s ok. We can talk more when we get you home.” Mibium half smiled and reached over to turn on the radio.Â
Dayzel felt himself flush and shut his mouth, knowing when to take a hint now… Mibium was being kind in how he was telling Dayzel to shut the hell up. And for that he was grateful… He settled in for a long drive home, trying his best not to think about the inevitable.
—
Mibium was kind enough to carry Dayzel inside too. Placing him down on the couch in the living room before going to lock up the truck and front door. Dayzel looked around… It felt familiar. It felt like the closest thing to home since Beth had disowned him. There were a few things Mibium had changed, but it mostly was the same. He felt the tears starting…
He quickly tried to wipe them away before Mibium returned but he was too late. Mibium round the corner and looked at him. He took a step closer, opening his mouth to say something but Dayzel stopped him. There was no going back now… Might as well make the most of it.
“Why?! Why buy me back? What did I do?! What could I possibly have done that warrants this?!” Dayzel sobbed. Mibium, startled, took a step back. “I mean, I know I wasn’t a good boyfriend… But Come on! I- I was trying!”
“You didn’t do anything Dayzel…”
Dayzel burst out into a fit of tearful laughter. “I was that bad huh?” He shook his head… “Please… Just punish me. Or Kill me. Or whatever you’re gonna do to me. But - I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you I SWEAR!” The couch was freezing over along with him. Mibium took the chance to step closer and knelt down to be eye level.
“Dazzle listen to me… Why do you think I’m going to hurt you.”
“WHY?!” he looked at Mibium like he was crazy. “Because you bought me back as a PET!” He sobbed harder. He couldn’t control it now even if he wanted to.
“Is that what he told you?” Mibium’s voice cut through his panic and made him look up. He hesitated before nodding. “Dayzel… He ransomed you to me…”
“Oh…” was all Dayzel could manage before he broke completely and his body crumpled into Mibium in utter exhaustion, still sobbing into the larger man’s shoulder.
Something that's been in the works for a long time-
CWs: "broken" whumpee/ no longer defiant whumpee, whumpee plotting suicide by proxy (implied but not described), whumpee thinking caretaker is new whumper (briefly at the end), whumpee blaming themself for treatment.
Dayzel supposed, he really should have seen it coming. He’d long since grown tired of fighting, and simply lay where Rupert put him. Did as Rupert told him. And for a time, things seemed better. He was allowed a bed and certain comforts. Physically he was left mostly unharmed.
But… Rupert was spending less and less time with him. Gone for longer and longer periods of time. Leaving him chained in bed half the time, and drugged out of his mind the other half. He didn’t even have it in him to flinch when the door would burst open, and angered shouting filled the room. He simply lay there in a haze of nothing. He’d let Rupert turn him into the perfect, obedient doll he’d wanted. He’d become… Boring. It’d taken only two years, which he knew should have made him angry. But he was just so numb now.
He heard the lock mechanism turning in the heavy door, making him sigh and slowly shift to watch as Rupert entered. He just barely mustered the energy to plaster on a smile and stiffly sit up. Careful not to yank on the chain around his ankle. “Welcome back!-”Â
“Shut up.” Rupert snapped at him and ran a hand through his own hair, clearly agitated already.
Dayzel snapped his jaw shut so quickly he bit his tongue. He curled his hands around the blankets… So it was going to be one of those days again.Â
“You know… I went through a lot of trouble to get you.” Rupert took a deep breath, taking a step closer, leaning over the bed. Dayzel nodded, even though he knew Rupert was just rambling at him. “And even more trouble to get you… Like this.” He reached his hand and gestured to Dayzel’s much more frail… Much more broken self. Dayzel nodded again.
Rupert stood back up to his full height before walking over to Dayzel fully. Placing a hand against his bare shoulder and trailing it up to cup Dayzel’s cheek, gently lifting it so he could look Rupert in the eyes. Dayzel gave no resistance, but he did notice that there was something in the fire demon’s face that screamed dangers. Long dead alarms ringing in Dayzel’s fuzzy mind.
Rupert’s grin looked wild. Like watching a forest fire from far too close for comfort. Dangerous, all consuming, unpredictable… Hungry.
“But after today, you won’t cause me any more trouble.”
Dayzel felt such a visceral chill run down his spine, he was sure branches of his frost were crawling along it. He felt as though his own grave had been walked over.
Rupert rolled his eyes and tsked, retracting his hand. “Don’t give me that look. You had to know eventually it would come to this.” He pulled back the covers and looked at Dayzel with revulsion. Marred and scarred by his own hand. Dayzel closed his eyes, his mind racing with things he would never be able to say. His thoughts spiraled into chaos until- “Lucky for you, I found a buyer.”Â
The statement hit Dayzel like a freight train. And he snapped his eyes open. An odd mix of relief and fear taking over, but he simply nodded in acknowledgement. Careful not to express either in his forced smile. Although he couldn’t hide the tremor in his hands as he placed them in his lap, while he waited for Rupert to continue.
“They’ll be here tonight, and you’re making me a good amount of money. A last gift to myself for all the shit you put me through. So… While we’re waiting-” Rupert’s expression hardened again as he brushed a strand of hair out of Dayzel’s face. “Let’s get you all prettied up one last time, huh? I don’t want them seeing you for what you actually are. Otherwise they might back out of the deal…” He patted Dayzel’s cheek. “After all… Who in their right mind would want this?” he stood up and gestured vaguely at Dayzel.
Dayzel took a deep breath. “And… If they do-…?” His voice was barely above a whisper, “If they do back out? You’d kill me?” He needed to hear him actually say it. Needed absolute confirmation.
Rupert gave him a leveled look. “Yes. So don’t try anything stupid…” He reached out to the cuff chaining Dayzel’s ankle to the bed and unlocked it. Dayzel nodded in understanding. The last spark of his defiance suddenly lighting up… He would make sure whoever was coming to get him didn’t want him. And thus ending his nightmare once and for all. What else did he have left for him after all? Rupert backed up allowing Dayzel to weakly stand up and follow him out, already forming plans to be the absolute menace he used to be for this new buyer.
—
Dayzel limped behind Rupert, an old confidence steeling himself against whoever was waiting in the next room. Rupert had taken the time to cover his scars and tattoos, only leaving his claim mark visible. He’d done his damnedest to make Dayzel seem desirable and Dayzel was determined to make it all a waste. His expression was void of emotion as Rupert pushed open the door and pulled him in behind him. There was someone at the opposite end. Their back facing the two of them. A boiling rage was bubbling to his surface as Dayzel’s arm twitched. He had to do it now.Â
He gave no warning before charging, running full sprint towards the figure. Even Rupert was caught off guard as he let go of Dayzel’s leash in surprise. Good…
He snarled, resembling a vicious animal rather than a person. But he wasn’t a person anymore was he? And he wouldn’t live to regret this either way… But then the person turned around and Dayzel froze in his tracks. He was so thrown that his legs gave out under him in his horror. Full body trembling overtook him as frost rapidly inched across his skin. It couldn’t be… But it was.Â
He pulled himself into a kneeling position with his head bowed, his wings spread behind him. A demon’s sign of utter submission. “Mibium…” Dayzel breathed. Mibum… Mibium was the one buying him. How had he screwed up so royally that Mibium wanted to buy him back as a pet rather than as a boyfriend.
