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For anyone who cares enough to read:
These are Ezekiel and Azazel, an angel and a demon respectively. I don't know how exactly I got the idea, but I got that somehow at some point. Maybe because I combined some of my fav ship dynamics like angel×demon, polar opposites, soft boy×bad boy. BUT!!-
The main story is just about, Ezekiel was just watching over one part of humanity at some point in the past and Azazel wanted to mess with him. Soon it became clear that they both can't quite stand eachother. Like, at all. This "I don't like you" soon became a toxic rivalry, and before they knew it they absolutely despised eachother to the very core of their being, which in turn would lead to them just wanting the other dead by solemnly their own hands. Even going so far as to threaten their own fellows(Ezekiel other angels/Azazel other+higher demons), if they were to harm the other because it had to be them, to feel the pleasure to destroy the other. But of course, it doesn't last long...
Due to these actions (which sometimes stepped over "just threatening") and the fact that both have been caught using their powers on earth just to fight each other. . . Yea, they were getting punished. Both were demoted to having to life a Human life, until they'd learn their lesson. And ooooohhhhh booooy..... That's a journey- though I have to admit that they do end up getting along fairly well. Well- as good as you can with your archenemies.
So basically: good omens, but they **actually** actually loathe each other from the beginning. Lol.
Angsty Kuron/Pidge - Part 2 (Warning! Slightly NSFW)
Pidge Ship Week: Bonus Day 8 - Free Day
Which means that I gotta do some good ole fashioned Smutty Angst.
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He knew he shouldn’t be doing this.
He knew he shouldn’t be this close to her. His mind screamed at him to stop. Begged him to not do anything stupid.
Anything like this.
Anything that consisted of holding Pidge in his arms. HIS arms that is, not Shiro’s, where she THOUGHT she was. Anything that included pressing their lips together. Or following her to her room. But it was easy to do these things to her.
Heartbreakingly easily.
She let him in her heart with little resistance. So trusting, it made him sick and, at the same time, dizzy with glee. But…the hard part was convincing HIMSELF that the one she wanted was HIM, not the man he looked like.
That she wanted him, Kuron.
That the one who was supposed to feel the thin legs wrapped around his waist was actually HIM and not Shiro. The one who she wanted in her bed was HIM. HE was the one Pidge loved.
Not Shiro.
It was cruel to think otherwise. So Kuron chose to lose himself in her, in his lies. To lose himself in the way they dove down on her bed. In the way they moved together.
In the way the little woman before him peeled off her baggy shirt. Pale, freckled skin bare for him to see. Smiling against the vibrant blush on her face. Gold eyes shimmering in such a way that seemed to beg him to touch her.
He had to lie to himself then, that she loved him as he ran his hands along her skin. But God…did he love HER.
“Pidge.” Was all he could pant out as he rocked against her wet warmth. Hours, maybe minutes later. Naked in every way except the truth. His head buried in her hair. His voice practically BREAKING with need. Hands holding onto her like dying life.
“Oh God…Please…” Let him drown in her. Let him forget. Let him break and crumble underneath her gentle touch.
Let him be real in Pidge’s arms.
Let him fool himself in thinking that the one she was so eager to have between her legs was HIM. Let him lie to himself and say that the one she wanted in her bed was HIM. That the hands she wanted touching her chest were HIS.
Not Shiro’s.
She cried out, blunt nails scraping down his back. Catching on fabricated scars. Legs tightening around him. Shuddering and sobbing. And he tried not to think about how he deserved so much more pain for the lies he told her. For what they were doing right now.
She clung to him.
Kissed him.
Moved with him.
He didn’t last much longer after that. And, for once, he wasn’t riddled with guilt. Everything was just bliss. White-hot and gold. Everything was just her.
Pidge.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Even his whimpers were broken as he pressed kisses onto her neck, bare chest, and soft lips. Secretly, Kuron was happy. Ecstatic.
She was HIS now.
Not Shiro’s. Not Lotor’s. HIS. He finally had something to his name, something he could hold on to…
She smiled at him.
Skin slick with sweat. Glowing brighter than a candle. Bangs clumping against a damp forehead. She was a mess in his arms.
She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw.
“I love you to.” There, that look in her golden eyes. That’s what broke him. With her hands on his face, its what made him dive down to claim her lips once more.
It’s what made him forget.
Forget who he was. What they just did. He felt real. He felt like a normal, actual human wrapped in the arms of the woman he loved. God, if there even WAS one, let him stay like this. With her. With her love in his artificial heart. Let him be human with her. Their lips slotted together, messy and lazy.
Happy.
“Shiro…” Pidge breathed softly as her hands rubbed the red welts she left on his scar-riddled back. He stilled. Something vital draining out of him.
He broke.
Make no mistake, Kuron didn’t facially react. He just stared at the small, smiling woman below him. With the golden eyes soft with love. With the honey-hued hair sprawled all around her pillow. He traced the line of her bare shoulder.
His heart bleeding.
He should’ve known. Should’ve recognized that he could never be happy. Not when Shiro was all Pidge could see. Not when he wasn’t human in the way that mattered. Who was he kidding? She could never want HIM. She could never belong to HIM, despite what they just did.
Shiro still in her heart.
But for a second, a moment that will always haunt him, he had believed she had loved HIM, wanted HIM. Kuron looked down at the woman he loved. Who didn’t love him, not truly.
Not knowing whether to kiss her or kill her.