this goddamn fic. hrrrg.
heart beats best in a bed (chapter 10)
[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ao3] [ch 11] [???] [Rating: Mature Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, (others? eventually?) Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Rivals With Benefits, (I CANT BELIEVE THAT WAS ALREADY A TAG THANK FUCK), Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe, (it’s not ROLE reversal it’s like. RELATIONSHIP reversal), (the timing is fucked with), (who knows who first), Sex with Feelings, Relationship Negotiation, (i literally never know how to tag things), (some miscommunication and mild angst in the future), Pining While Fucking Summary: Sir Damien is a committed, dedicated knight with a shining record and spotless reputation. Barring, of course, his one minor indiscretion, his singular, secret exception. It does not bear mentioning, of course. The arrangement is purely practical, purely physical, utterly inconsequential, of course. It is not as if a monster would- could care for him in any meaningful way, after all. The idea is impossible; as impossible as the idea of Sir Damien possessing any feelings whatsoever for the monster in return. Chapter Summary: Arum asks for what he wants, for once, and a contract comes due. Chapter Notes: Discussion of death and some fairly overt threats in this chapter! Take care, loves.
"Before you go, Sir Damien."
Damien turns back towards Arum from the edge of the clearing, his surprise too sharp to conceal on his face. "Ah- yes?"
Arum fidgets, some combination of discomfort and determination twisting his features, and then he takes a step closer with a huff.
"There is... something I've been meaning to..."
Damien's stomach turns, uncertain and uncomfortable, but he buries the feeling, stepping back into grove and coming close enough to Arum that he can lower his voice again. "What is it?"
The monster's tail twitches, twines around his own ankle, and he mutters wordlessly under his breath for a moment before he manages to meet Damien's eye. "Your- your Rilla," he says, and Damien blinks in surprise. "She- she knows about me. Not- not what I am, obviously, but- she is aware of... me."
Damien furrows his brow, and then he nods slowly. "Yes... yes, that's- she knows of you. What-"
"If you had been injured too direly to meet with me, if the Scorpion Queen had hit you even a little bit harder- I would not have known. You wouldn't have met me as agreed, and I wouldn't know why. I would have thought-" he snaps his jaw shut, looking away again, his frill shivering uncertainly at his neck. "I wouldn't have known."
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