#thantok

request #2 - thace/antok

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“Are you going to eat that?” Thace asked, motioning to the plate of cake that had been come complimentary with Antok’s order.

While Antok had been intending to eat the cake himself, judging by how Thace was eying it, he really wanted it. However, it was no secret that Thace loved sweets—and Antok enjoyed seeing Thace’s eyes light up whenever he got some. While the cake wasn’t polan flavored, Thace would probably enjoy it anyway. He wasn’t picky, so long as it was sweet.

Lightly, Antok cut a piece of the cake off and balanced it on his fork for Thace to eat. “No, I’m not,” he said, holding the cake out for Thace to eat. “You can have some.”

Thace’s ears twitched in amusement, and he opened his mouth without a word, allowing Antok to feed him. As soon as had Thace taken the bite, a pleased purr erupted from his throat. He smiled brightly as his eyes slid shut. Antok couldn’t help but return the smile, tail thumping lightly against the floor.

“Well, if I tell you, then it wouldn’t be a secret.”

Antok read the message on his screen, his tail twitching in irritation. Somehow, he could imagine the sheer irrepressible mischief emanating from it. Thace was being secretive of something and Antok itched to know what. 

 He was still a few vargas away from the headquarters. The wait alone could make him lose his mind — unless…

“Come on, just a hint?” Antok sent the message.

“Wait until you get back to the headquarters”, Thace replied.

“How about now?” Antok sent another message, exactly one dobosh later.

“Patience, Antok.”

Another dobosh. “How about now?”

“…”

And another. “Now?”

There was a long silence until Thace replied again. “You’re going to keep this up, aren’t you?”

Antok smirked. The two of them could play this game.

“ :) “

“You’re insufferable”, Thace replied.

“You love me.”

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“You’re still so young,” Antok said wistfully. “Must be nice.”

Thace quirked a brow as he looked at Antok in confusion. “Antok… you’re not that much older than me.”

“But I am older than you,” Antok said, waving him off.

“I liked you better when I was taller than you,” Thace grumbled.

Antok’s ears pinned back as his fur fluffed up in embarrassment. That had been years ago, before he had gone through a second growth spurt, putting on both height and muscle in one fell swoop. “I don’t recall.”

That got a laugh from Thace. “I’m sure you don’t.”

thank you anon for my life

“Tipsy” | Ao3 Link

[ Defend ] - one character defending the other’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them

Mini Fic Prompt List || Buy Me A Coffee?

“Y’know… it’s cute you tried to protect me,” Antok said, lightly pressing the ice pack to Thace’s eye from where he was crouched beside their bed. When Thace let out a soft hiss, reeling back at the contact, Antok uttered a soft apology and lightly nudged his nose against Thace’s temple.

“There’s a ‘but’ in here somewhere, isn’t there?” Thace asked, ears flicking in embarrassment as he let Antok hold the ice pack to his eye again.

“But you’re like half my size,” Antok finished, tail tip twitching back and forth in irritation.

“In my defense, I was a little tipsy,” Thace grumbled. His ears pinned back, almost disappearing into his headfur. Reaching out, he took the ice pack from Antok and held it to his eye on his own, allowing Antok to settle back on his toes. After a moment, Thace sighed heavily, running his hand over his crest. “I don’t even clearly remember what happened…”

“Darling, you fought a full grown Lachesis,” Antok reminded him, reaching out to gently work his fingers into Thace’s side, where the Lachesis had whacked him with their tail. Antok wished he had been a little faster. There wasn’t much he could’ve done about the black eye, but maybe Thace wouldn’t have gotten whacked in the ribs. It was a miracle he hadn’t broken anything. Lachesis tails were pure muscle.

Thace let out a dry laugh, as if he finally realized how he could have been more seriously hurt. “Is that why it feels like I was hit by a runaway shuttle?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. “What did they even say I don’t remember…”

“It was nothing,” Antok said, offering a smile. “They flirted with you, I tried to handle the situation, they insulted me, you were so ‘tipsy’ you forgot I have thick skin.”

“That tickles,” Thace said, lightly swatting Antok’s tail away from him. He glared halfheartedly at his bondmate before turning his attention back to Kolivan’s speech.

Antok frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. What part of the speech was Kolivan on now? He hadn’t been paying attention, although he hadn’t seen much need to since he had already heard this speech before. Glancing back at Thace, he found that Thace was listening with rapt attention. Antok’s ears twitched in amusement before he carefully trailed his tail up Thace’s spine.

Thace bit back a surprised yelp and turned to glare at Antok. “Why aren’t you paying attention?”

“I already got this lecture,” Antok grumbled.

“Well, I haven’t,” Thace retorted.

Antok hummed softly, draping his arms over Thace’s shoulders. As Thace rolled his eyes, Antok smiled, lightly resting his chin atop Thace’s head. “Then, you should pay attention…” he said and Thace snorted in return.

Antok nervously fiddled with something behind his back as he watched Thace spar with their leader. The polan flower he held in his hands was supposed to be a gift for Thace, but he had to wait until the match was over to give it to him. He watched intently as they sparred, circling each other and trading blows when there was an opening. Although they were pretty evenly matched, Thace won in the end, after he managed to grab hold of Kolivan’s forearm and flip him over onto his back. Their expressions were impossible to discern, as both were wearing their masks, but judging by the soft chuckle Kolivan let out, he was impressed.

Antok was impressed too.

His tail flicked back and forth against the floor of the training room. That noise seemed to draw Thace’s attention, as he glanced over his shoulder, and his ears immediately perked beneath his hood, betraying his excitement at the sight of Antok. However, Kolivan began speaking—Antok didn’t pay attention to what their leader was saying, though. His focus was entirely on Thace, watching how he sheathed his blade at his back, how he was shifting anxiously from foot to foot…

Then, Thace turned away from Kolivan, and darted off across the training room. Antok barely had any time to brace himself before Thace was throwing his arms around his neck. Grunting softly in surprise, Antok wrapped one of his arms around Thace’s midsection. A deep purr rumbled in his chest as Thace rubbed their cheeks together after dropping his mask.

“Careful,” Antok chastised. “You’re going to make me drop your present.”

Thace’s ears twitched as he peered at Antok expectantly. “You got me a present?” he asked, tilting his head to the side just so. “What’s the occasion?”

“No occasion, just…” Antok trailed off as he presented the flower, which was still carefully cradled in his palm. When Thace didn’t immediately respond, Antok cleared his throat awkwardly. “I… wanted to get you some of the fruit, since it’s your favorite, but…”

Thace’s entire expression brightened as he reached out to take the flower. “This is beautiful. I love it,” he insisted, dragging Antok down for a nuzzle. “Thank you.”

Rating: G Pairings: Thace/Antok Tags: Fluff, Soft Galra Summary: Worry is met with reassurances. Word Count: 947

Excerpt:

Thace’s ears pricked at the sound of something brushing faintly against the floor of the docking bay. One of his ears swiveled back in the direction of the sound. Kolivan didn’t react at all, and continued giving him a last dobosh briefing, gaze locked on his datapad. Any semblance of concentration that Thace still had disappeared as he recognized the sound of Antok’s tail tip twitching anxiously back and forth against the ground. Antok stood a couple of paces back, waiting until Kolivan was done so that he could see Thace off. Dropping his gaze to the floor, Thace tried to focus on what Kolivan was saying, rather than what Antok was doing.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Kolivan had noticed Thace’s lapse in focus. “Is that understood?” he asked, claws tapping against the screen of the datapad he held in his hand.

“Yes, sir,” Thace said automatically, even though it was a lie on his part. While he had caught and retained most of the beginning of Kolivan’s speech, the latter half of it was nothing more than a blur. Thace could only remember bits and piece of information from it.