#fangs asks

Tonight? Tonight, the thunder rolling through the air practically sent shockwaves through your room, sending your mind reeling into that fogged, not-quite-here, am-i-there haze, making your chest ache and stomach knot painfully. You wished your mind would surrender you to sleep, even if it was just trading one hell for another.

It wasn’t long before you ended up at Farah’s door like a little lost puppy. It seemed pointless - your hand was heavy with the fear of being a burden and you couldn’t even remember how you’d gotten there. The throbbing weight in your chest seemed to ebb into the air, the thickness slipping from your lungs before you could really get a full breath in.

Farah opening the door almost into your face was actually blessed coincidence, the empty glass in her hand somehow assured your oblivious little mind of just how much of a problem you were to her.

She didn’t even need to see the tears verging on spilling over your cheeks to know.

“Oh, hon, come on, lovely. I can’t have you out here by yourself, can I?”

You only just brought yourself to nod, lower lip wobbling involuntarily. Hands slipped across your back before you could burst into tears, softly guiding your listless form into her room, what little awareness you had left trailing behind. The gentle click of the door shutting only just stood out from the blood rushing through your ears, trying to shield from the growling of the thunder outside.

“Are you.. Are you warm enough, قلبي?” Her words were so motherly it hurt.

“How about I get you something warm to drink, alright? I’ll make your favourite, promise. Then we can snuggle up here and have a movie marathon, or something. How does that sound, love?”

A cosy, toasty drink and snuggles with your favourite girl? It did sound nice.

Farah’s smile widened. You must’ve nodded, or something. You didn’t quite know.

“There. I’m glad you like that idea. Just hold up one second, right?”

And then she plodded off again. Her absence made you hurt primally, fear creeping across your chest and up your throat, latching onto you with an iron grip. No, no, she couldn’t leave, it wasn’t safe, how did you let her go all alone what if-

“Hey, حبيبي, hey, it’s okay. Come here, shh.”

She was back. It felt like some kind of emotional whiplash, your feelings being pulled apart and moulded back together again, moving too quickly for you to really react.

Gentle, familiar hands guided you to sit back down - when had you stood up? - and cradled your cheek in their careful hold. Something slipped up over your ears, and the world went quiet again. Almost disturbingly so, the lack of input, of reassurance to your senses, it was scary.

It was like Farah read your mind as she leaned back in to whisper right next to your ear, just loud enough for you to hear, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Come on, you’re alright. We’re safe right now, we just have to let this storm pass. Literally, for once.”

The relaxed humour brought a weak smile to your face. It didn’t quite reach your eyes, but that was alright. You needed time and reassurance, only one of those had you received a decent amount of.

Her bed creaked as she joined next to you, worn, homely springs groaning with effort. Your hands were enveloped in her touch once again, substantial warmth coating the back of your hand, branching out over your palm and peeking up your wrist.

Farah didn’t hesitate to ease you down against the headboard, tucking a hand down against the small of your back as she fumbled for something she’d placed on the bedside table.

“Do you want that drink, love? I made your favourite. Same way as usual, don’t worry.” The mug was held by your hand, supporting it as you took it in your shaking ones. Her lips puckered softly as she puffed over the hot liquid, a little plume of steam flowing up to your face, the warm flash dragging your mind back somewhat. You idly noticed the seeds of a headache taking root against your temple.

“Careful, غالي, it’s hot.” It took a few moments to drag your eyes up and take her in, but you got there in the end. “Oh, hello, sweetheart. Popped back in, have we?” The light bags tugging at her under eye were engulfed by the soft plush of her cheeks as she smiled. To say she looked relieved was a bit of an understatement. One of her hands slipped from the mug, ensuring it was stable before coming up to give your cheek a little squeeze, thumbing gently at your cheekbone.

At your slow nod, her smile widened even further, gratitude pouring into her gaze. The mug was, once again, eased from your grasp at your seeming disinterest. It was probably going cold, but she didn’t particularly care.

“How do you feel about taking a nap, lovely? Just you and me. We can put on a movie too, like a little cosy movie night - does that sound nice?”

“Yeah..” Your words were almost too shaky to be intelligible, but seeing Farah’s warm glow at the attempt made it worth it.

Hands roamed gently under your thighs, easing you down into her shockingly comfy covers - ‘commander’s privileges’ - and proceeding to tuck you in, fussing over you all the while. It was a win/win, really, she got to look after and fuss over you, and you got a little bit of well-deserved spoiling.

After you were sufficiently smothered, Farah pulled herself up off the bed, calling out a soft ‘one sec’ before jogging out of the room. It was quiet. That wasn’t that bad anymore, though. She’d be back, soon.

Your mind barely wandered in the time it took for her to swipe the laptop off of the coffee table and speed back. She knew better than to leave you alone with your thoughts right now, though your semi-calmness when she got back was reassuring.

“Here we are..” Farah murmured idly, clambering up next to you, placing the laptop on the bedside table by your head. You were softly eased onto your side and pulled to a firm, pillowy chest. One arm was laid out under your shoulder, simultaneously supporting you and reaching out to the laptop, opening up her downloads and mindlessly scrolling through her library of movies. Her other arm was laid over your side, kneading at your tummy before moving slowly up to your chest.

The next few minutes were spent with Farah idly chatting into your ear, bouncing movie ideas off of you as she internally preened at each and every response you gave. Together, you decided on a movie, and cuddled into each other’s safe warmth as the opening credits rolled.

By the halfway mark, you were fast asleep. By the end, Farah was too.

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Sorry for the kinda rushed ending, I wanted to maybe take this a little further sometime, but it’s been ages and I wanted to give yous a little sumet to munch on /j

Pinky promise I’ll try to drag myself out of my sorta-hiatus 😚🫂

None of the fighters had taken offence when the two of you retreated to Farah’s office after a swift welcome. They weren’t surprised. Sure, relationships between members of the ULF were strongly discouraged, but the bond between all of you was too strong for any real punishment or resentment over them. It was understood, even.

“غاليتي؟”

Her voice derailed your train of thought again.

“C’mere, love.”

You were guided down onto.. something? Something cold, and not quite wide enough to be a chair. You didn’t really mind. It had been weeks of forcing your mind to drone on and on, always on your feet, always alert, it couldn’t all be for nothing.

Now? It was a relief to just let go, let your commander, the love of your life, take over everything.

“Mind if I take these off?”

You didn’t even need to think before nodding. Despite the unspoken, ever-present trust between you, Farah was still so delicate with you, her calloused hands easing off layer after layer, hands cosily cool against your skin. The idle gush of water poured against acrylic behind you. The steam seeped into the sore muscles across your back. Farah’s hands were on your thighs. Gentle kisses pressed to each of your knees. It soothed the pain, patched up worn joints. Felt like it, at least.

“Come on, عزيزي” The words were honey on your ears, “Let’s get you comfy, yeah? You deserve it, poor thing. My poor, sweet thing.”

She didn’t struggle to lift you, her hands falling easily into place under your knees and against your back. The pour of the water had stopped, replaced with the liquid pooling against your bare skin, your body slotting perfectly into the mellowness.

Farah’s hands didn’t pull away, simply wandered up your back, tracing the contours of the muscle under your skin. Her thumbs kneaded against tense strength, the comforting, almost hypnotic touch leaving you in a state similar to that of the water you were almost melting into.

One of her hands eased off carefully, followed the soft rustle of fabric dropping to the floor and mindful shuffling. Strong calves tucked themselves under your underarms, promptly easing over your abdomen. Her plush thighs were perfect pillows, soft and comfy yet staunch enough to stretch out your neck just perfectly. Your contentment must’ve been apparent - given it was met by honeyed, strong chuckles. They only caused you to melt into her thighs even more, you’d do damn near anything to hear that again.

You’d never need to hire a masseuse anytime in the near future, not when Farah’s hands across your shoulders could make your skin go so fuzzy and have your mind almost floating away.

It didn’t take long for your eyes to fall closed, the warmth being all too much for your lethargic, exhausted mind to resist. It didn’t matter if the bath would be over by the time you woke up, nor did it matter how long it’d be until you did wake up. Because she’d be there. No matter what, no matter how long you were gone or how hurt and angry and plain tired you were? She’d always be there to give you a warm bath and let you nap in her arms.

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Translations:

(Note: I’m not a native arabic speaker & all words/nicknames came from google, so please correct me if I’m wrong 💟)

غاليتي (ghalayati) - My precious

عزيزي (azizi) - My dear

• In the case he fails to prevent head bumps, he will force you to crouch in front of him so he can smother your poor little head in kisses and massages.

• Obsessed with being little spoon. He just loves being completely surrounded by your snuggly warmth.

• Won’t hesitate to either get on his tiptoes or even full on hop to give you little kisses.

• A bit obsessed with the size difference. He just loves flopping onto your chest or kneading at your hands and just taking in the sheer mountain that you are.

• Definitely demands piggybacks more than often. Expects full on princess treatment. /j

• (Mostly because he loves being pampered and cared for by someone actually bigger than him - and don’t even get me STARTED on if you’re stronger than him.)

• Alternatively, loves picking up/carrying you. Just seeing his stunning giant all shy and curled up in his arms sends him places.

• You’ll have him absolutely melting into you if you just casually stand behind him while he’s going about his day. Yk the whole; hands on their waist, face buried in their neck thing?? That. He’ll have to resist the urge to just drop everything and flop backwards into you.

• Can’t wear your clothes out, seeing as they’re waaaay too big on him, but they will be some of the only things he wears around the house. Casually walks around in a hoodie with a neck hole so big it almost slips down to his waist.

• Makes sure to get almost all of your clothes specially fitted. Can never find proper pants because they’re always too short or too baggy? Yep, you’re never gonna have to worry about that again.

• In absolute love with your legs, especially being buried between them. Not only in a spicy context, he just loves the feeling of being completely wrapped up in you, cuddling at your strong thighs like a koala. <3

• Also loves sitting between your legs without prompting. You’re stood trying to pick a channel? He’s tucked himself right under you. You’re sat doing paperwork? He’s contorted himself under your desk, arms wrapped around your shins and his head on your thigh.

• Will force you to be his weighted blanket on occasions. Usually when he’s had a particularly bad day/night, he’ll forcibly (with prior permission ofc) bury himself under you, revelling in the fact he can just curl up under you and be completely hidden away.

• Definitely teases you. Just a lil bit 😇

• Sometimes when you hug he’ll just loop his arms over your shoulders and sling himself up, wrapping his legs around your waist and claiming his spot.

• Literally FOLDS when you look down at him. Not in the, like, dropping your head to look at him, no, just the unmoving glance down at him.

• A lot of arm kisses. Mostly because it’s the easiest place for him to reach that’s still mildly appropriate (he’s dejectedly banned himself from nip kisses in public /j).