#otty writes

He had... witnessed it before. Seen some people who had not bothered to hide themselves well enough, even though if caught, they would be shunned at best. He'd always found it distasteful as every part of Eden was considered sacred ground, which seemed disrespectful even to him. Not to mention the act itself looked... naturalistic. Too Earthly.

He'd never been, but from what the elders told him, he'd always imagined Earth like that. A primitive civilization led by their urges, unable to hold back their lowest of needs.

Blasphemy, every second of this would be the highest offense to Eden. But if so, why did it feel so heavenly? Why did every movement, every brush of skin against skin, make him feel more belief in the existence of paradise than anything Eden had ever taught him. They looked positively heavenly. Not the most angelic he's ever seen them, nothing could top when they descended from their universe to rescue the dying man he was then. But this was a close second.

It's all he could focus on besides the growing haze in his brain, drowning out all except the physical sensations and their blissed out expression. Were they feeling the same high as him? They've certainly lost the barely there but ever-present weariness in their eyes, but he doubted he could make them feel as good as he was feeling right now. So divine. And just because of his angel. His angel...

Simon hadn't meant to let it slip. It just sort of… happened. But just because he didn't mean to didn't change the fact that it did happen. And now they was going to hate him forever. Now, at this point, they would tell him he's thinking as if he were still in Eden. Alright, maybe not hate, but definitely think he's a freak of some sort.

When he snapped from his spiraling thoughts, he saw their stunned expression. He'd become utterly still since the word somehow left his mind and materialized into a quiet murmur, but with their proximity, they would have heard it regardless. There is no denying it now. They must truly hate him. Otherwise, why would they—

A mild nod, more to themselves. Their features relaxed like flower petals during gradual bloom. Instead, an inquisitive expression settled on their face.

"Alright... so..."

There it was, he'd shown too much, and now he was going to lose them forever.

"Is this a recent development?"

That was... unexpected. At first, he wasn't sure how to react, and then he realized he did not want to. Recent development? How could it be recent when he was clearly able to see their angelic nature even when his eyes were drowned in blood.

He must have shown more emotions than he had wanted to because they nodded again, seemingly satisfied with his lack of an answer.

"So it isn't. I see. Interesting..."

That answer both calmed and unsettled him. If they were disgusted, they would have immediately pulled away and told him to leave. But the answer itself felt more like a prelude to something rather than a stopping point, which he assumed the best case scenario would be after his slip up.

He was just about to take a breath to ask them what they meant by it, when they moved their hand from their side down to...

Oh.

Oh no.

He may have forgotten to breathe.

"Simon?" They asked, their tone so caring yet level as one asks when wanting confirmation or assurance, completely at odds with where their hand was.

They smiled subtly when their name left him in a particularly undignified sound.

"Uh-uh, not that. That thing you said."

Surely, they can't mean it. They couldn't possibly. That would happen only in dreams he's not even allowed himself to have.

A more firm touch made his train of thoughts short-circuit, and he gasped faintly, eyes already closed. "Angel..."

"There it is."

Now he was definitely sure he was daydreaming. No, not dreaming because only his conscious mind would be able to come up with a situation this perfect. His angel sitting on top of him with a look of utter concentration, like they knew what they wanted, and it seemed they in fact did. He just wasn't sure what exactly it could be.

They gently said his name and he just writhed, a low grunt escaping him. He wouldn't be surprised if they'd noticed his thoughts drifting off and decided to bring him back to Earth. To the fact this was actually happening. As unlikely as it felt to him.

"Do you think of me like that? An angel?" Their voice was soft in the quiet room in the depths of the ship, where they had tucked away before they knew exactly how far this would devolve to.

He was nodding before he could stop to think about the answer, so vehemently that his hair fell into his face slightly.

If they were teasing him, his embarrassment would've made more sense at least. But when they were looking at him like this, so genuinely curious, he wanted to hide further into himself. But his secret was already out thanks to his stupid mouth.

Their hand went to gently push his hair out of his face, giving him a momentary reprieve to the sensations of their hand present up until a few moments ago.

"Are you able to tell me why, or do you just want angel to take care of you?" That word, coming from them, had an experimental connotation, unsure, but seeming willing to try.

Or maybe they weren't willing at all. Simon couldn't be too sure himself since his brain zeroed in on them. Actually. Saying it. They didn't know that he actually saw them as his angel, but it was more than enough to affect him.

It was then that he realized the sound coming from him was a whimper, but he couldn't do much to stop it even if he did try. And oh how hard he was trying. To no avail since just seeing their expression, filled with anticipation, made his throat tighten again. No, he needed to focus, they asked him a question... but what did he actually want?

"Please..." He could only manage a quivering plea. For what exactly he wasn't sure. Clarity in this moment filled with nothing but passion and their dark eyes? Confirmation that they really were alright with doing this with him? Permission to simply fully feel the sheer expanse of all he's ever held back for the sake of Eden's propriety? Whatever it was that he actually wanted, they had noticed before he could.

And they just smiled. So soft. Reassuring. Like they were an anchor that would never restrict him but hold him stable in this sea of new sensations and previously forbidden feelings.

"No, no, there's no need to beg, Simon," they said softly, leaning so close to him he could smell the scent of old books and something that was just so irrevocably them.

They always used his name, and by now, he's figured out it was on purpose. Maybe it was when... Burt, was it, called him 'buddy' or some other nickname, and he'd tensed up to a point that he was unable to hide. And it seemed that they just noticed. They always did, including minor details like this. So even in such an intimate moment where most people would go for pet names, They made sure to say his name.

"Will you let me take care of you, Simon?"

And in that instant, they could ask him to tear the stars from the sky and place them at their feet, and he would do it. Even though his natural instinct was to protect, to guard, to fight for, if they wanted to, if they truly meant what they were saying, then he'd let them. After all, Simon could never say no to his angel.

Never ever would he doubt their angelic nature since not a long while later, they had taken him to paradise, one moan at a time.

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A/N: This was originally inspired by my friend @fgfluidity 's fanfic (aptly named Angel), where they have their own Captain OC. Go read it if you want more wonderfully characterised Simon

Damien would accept it glady, even returning it a fair bit. He's a softie inside and outside once he can drop his politically correct persona, so he's being all gentle about it, allowing you to cling to him like a koala bear whenever you want.

Google does not like it because his system overheats easily, but he lets you get your fill by allowing you to play with his hair. You found this little loophole once, and now whenever you feel like cuddling him, you stand beside him and play with his hair.

Actor absolutely basks in the attention. He'll take any proof of love and physical affection pretty much can't be beat. He'll even wrap his limbs around you, much like a snake when it's strangling its pray. You, on the contrary, are perfectly safe. Probably. Just get him out of the manor once in a while.

Illinois doesn't mind you clinging onto him. Just don't expect him to return it that much, afterall if he did, you might just end up getting too attached. You tell him you're literally dating, but he doesn't let that ruin his free spirit persona. He'll wrap one arm around you very loosely and maybe even scratch your head or give you a noogie.

If you're in the same cell as Yancy, he's actually the one crawling into your bed and spooning you every night. He still has to keep his occasional tough act in front of the other prisoners, but then again, whenever he arranges choreographies, he makes it so you're always dancing together and touching at almost every move and turn.

With Wilford, get ready for bear hugs when you least expect them. You thought you were clingy, but he'll always one-up you. You end up regularly finding an arm draped around your shoulder, feel a subtle squeeze on your waist or the tickle of his moustache just on your shoulder.

Darkiplier would at first just glance at whichever part of him you're touching. Then he'd sigh. But before you could start thinking that maybe he doesn't like it, he'd gently pull you even closer to him. He doesn't reciprocate it that intensely, but he'd never stop you. Maybe just maybe he doesn't actually want you to stop.

Eric would be overwhelmed at first, even skittish, but if you were gradual about it, he'd warm up to it eventually. Just casual touches here and there. He still needs his space most of the time, though.

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• You'd only noticed it when the touches turned more frequent, more prolonged. After one brief hug when you've deduced he doesn't mind a light squeeze and if it lasts longer than a few seconds, you looked down at your hands and noticed a slight de-saturation just at your fingers, reaching your knuckles. That was... curious. It went away on its own after about a minute, but that was when you'd truly begun to take notice of it

• Eventually, when playing with his hair or holding his hand became second-nature to both you and him, you noticed the his grey on your hands never truly went away. Sure, you would regain your usual color if you were away from him for a couple of days for whatever reason, usually involving work. But why would you do that, especially after not seeing him for such a long time? Calm down, you lovesick thing, it's literally been only a few days, you'll be fine—

• You do wonder, though, why it was only your hands and not your entire body since you do cuddle with him sometimes. Then again, his strange eldritch composition didn't seem to have set logical rules, so you had left it at that

• He had first noticed your hands didn't return to their usual hue when you weren't even touching him, just standing at a distance and talking. But Dark, ever the perceptive one, had zeroed in on your hands the moment you first gesticulated. You had touched him quite a long while ago, the color should have returned by now. He reached out to take your hands in his, seeing no change in shade as they came in contact with his aura. He turned them over oh so gingerly, a ridge forming between his brows

• "It seems I'm leeching the life from you, love," he mumbled, seemingly as nothing more than an observation but you've come to recognize the undertones in Dark's speech he tries to hide. Concern now. You assured him you're not Host's plants and won't wither the moment you come in contact with his aura

• "Still," he said, lips softly finding your knuckles like it was their home, which at this point might as well be the case, "I can not help but feel responsible for it."

• And then, with your lips temporarily turning grey, you reassured him in a way you knew to be most effective when it came to Dark

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Well, since you didn't want the gutter, I guess I'll spare you from the description of a make-out session with Dark. Oh well~

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