I keep finding myself in these positions [cw]

Dedicted to @Ace

DATE | 2nd of October
TIME | After 9 pm
WEATHER | Cold, light rain – its clear winter is coming
PLACE | Ace house
ATTIRE | Simple black jeans, with dark green boots, a black bomber jacket  



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Ace had been called out for an emergency at his work. So, since he hadn’t heard from Hope at all, he had just left for his work and let the door stand unlocked. After all, the neighborhood was good enough to let everything be open. So, when he had gotten home from work, he parked his car and the first thing he noticed when he got out of it, was how it smelled of werewolves and… Hope’s blood. Not just any fairy, hers. Just from the small vial she had given him, he had already learned her blood by the scent.
He therefore rushed to the front door, only to hear how she was breathing against it, almost as if she was resting against it. He didn’t want to waste time, and therefore simply sprinted to the backyard and got inside his house from the garden door. Knowing where she was and being able to feel the somewhat condition of the wounds, he quite quickly scanned the rest of his home from werewolves. He then sprinted to her – everything happening within seconds – before he looked at her. Clearly, he was scanning for injuries. “Why did you fight them?” he wondered before he squatted a little down before he would pick her up in his arms, feeling how the blood got onto his arms. “You’re truly an unlucky bird,” he joked and carried her to the sofa he had almost been falling asleep the first time they were at his house. He would only put her down at the sofa before he would start and treat the bigger wounds on her back and abdomen. After all, these seemed to be the greatest injuries as of right now.

Suddenly he was there, she had been so exhausted she hadn’t even felt his aura nearby before he was standing in front of her scanning her for injuries. She reckoned that she would look like a punching bag at this point, mostly because werewolves have so much strength behind their attacks, so even though they hadn’t landed a lot of punches. It was still enough for her face to look like a colour pallet. Why did you fight them?
She had just asked herself that very same question, a smirk formed on her lips as he picked her up. “They looked at me wrong, and then it seemed easier to teach them a lesson and make sure they wouldn’t be showing up again” she huffed as he called her unlucky. He only knew the half of it, but truly, it seemed like she was somehow cursed in this life. Maybe it would have been better if she had just stayed in Wonderland.

“I’ll just bleed on your sofa” she tried to protest as he placed her on it “The kitchen counter would have been better” she mumbled as he placed her on the soft cushions and started working on her wounds. A relieved moan left her as she felt how the tension around the scratch marks was being healed. It started itching but only for a second. Her eyes closed letting him work on her, without her interrupting him.

They had given her a wrong look, so she had given them a lesson. Someone truly kept a half hand over her, making sure she didn’t get killed, but still got injuries. She complained about him putting her on the sofa and he simply just put on a frown and when he started to work on her injuries, he shook his head a little. “I don’t think you know what better or not right now,” he mumbled, almost sounding like an old ‘wise’ man who tried to teach his grandchild something. “The couch can just get a washing, don’t worry,” he assured her, though he might not even think about getting it washed but probably just throw it out and buy another one. He noticed how she closed her eyes, almost looking relieved when he started working on her wounds. Therefore, he didn’t mind looking that much for any signs her being uncomfortable, besides he would be able to hear her breathing and smell the sweat from discomfort She had done well with these wounds even though they seemed to be ‘superficial’. He made sure to remove as much of the clothing that were in the way for healing or could potentially heal with the wound. If that meant that he had to take off her shirt, so be it. She needed proper healing. He placed his hands between her hips and ribcage and let his hands do their magic while his eyes traveled to search for other injuries, but seemingly his eyes only landed on her face. “How many were they?” he asked quietly.
As soon as it seemed like the wounds were as good as possible and only needed a day or two of healing before they would be completely healed, he would lean a little over her so he could place his hands on her neck and close to her jaw, making sure the bruises healed and making sure she wouldn’t get swollen. “How are you feeling?” he asked slightly monotone, before he slowly let go of her and leaned back, sitting upright.

He noticed how her heart acted up when she opened her eyes, and he was quick to bot see how her eyes looked and the smells she left. But she was quick to put it all away. He frowned a little as she explained how many they were and what seemed to be the hierarchy. He should’ve been there so she wouldn’t have had to deal with it. Of course, he had a lot to deal with on his own, but there was no reason for her to take the load he was carrying. There had even been a werewolf by his place the other day. That one didn’t get out alive.

She was feeling better, so much better that she even got up from her seat. He raised his brows a little as she went for her bag. He agreed with her and went to the medic room he had at his home. He picked up everything he needed for tapping her blood. For a moment he just rubbed his forehead and took a deep breath. He then went back out to her and found his rollable table and his medic stool so he could sit down. “You’re already getting way too used to this,” he commented as he started to sanitize the area. He then threw out the cotton pad and prepared the needle and containers. He found the strap for her arm and put on some gloves. Even though it was a whole week ago since he had last been sticking a needle in her, he could still, with his ability, sense the wound and quickly found her vein and put the needle in her, connecting it to a container.

She was a good patient, and he could easily fill a couple of containers. The only thing was, that his head and stomach was starting to ache, and his mouth was feeling more and more dry. He didn’t think much of all of this because he probably just needed some when she left. But his body disagreed with him and shut down. As he was tapping from her left arm, his hands let go of what he held onto and his body tipped over to the side so he landed on his right side, almost face first. He had passes out from restraining himself from drinking the blood which was right in front of him. Nothing like this had ever happened before, but the combination of her blood, wounds, healing and so many other factors, his body just chose to tell him, no more.

Ace heard nothing, but soon he got her blood in his mouth. It was so sweet.  It was almost like it had a specific and magical taste to it. Even though he had been drinking from fairies before, it just felt like there was something specific about her blood. He knew his father always said that diet and general condition had a lot to say about the blood, but could it really be his different?

It didn’t take long before his senses awoke him quite quickly. Things went fast and while his eyes were closed they got brighter and bloodshot and shortly after that black veins appeared under his eyes. His fangs appeared and he didn’t hesitate to actually bite into her wrist. Already having her blood in his mouth, and the pulsating arteries right under his nose it was way too much to keep the control when he subconsciously had used way too much of his control. There was no more for now. Speech, screams, hits… Nothing was going to get through to him.

It was like a murmur to his ears. He didn’t understand and didn’t care to understand. As she seemed to try and pull his head away or her wrist, he would slowly put a hand behind her forearm to make sure she didn’t take her wrist from him. The burning on his skin made him hiss and groan against her forearm trying to move a bit away from the pain but taking her wrist with him.
Her voice slowly got clearer as she got weaker. It got easier and easier to get through to him as his hunger was getting satisfied. She started to get cold and as if timing an words could have fitted better, was quite impossible. It took two seconds before he let go of her and figured out what was happening. Her wrist was bleeding from him drinking from her, and he quickly started to heal it so she wouldn’t be spilling blood. Besides from that, she had blood running down from where the needle had been. Where he made sure to close the wound two, only having to stroke it with his finger once. He quickly sat up and once again started to analyze her. “You’re such an idiot,” he complained as they almost shifted positions with how weak she was getting. He supported her so she could lay down and with slightly wiggly legs and dizziness he took her legs and pulled her towards the chair so she at least could get the blood there was in them back to her heart. It would save him some time.
He then rushed out to his medic room and picked up a prepared syringe, found a flask with erythropoietin and started to find a dosage for her, calculating the right amount in his head. “Perfect,” he mumbled almost throwing the flask back in it’s closet before he rushed out to her again. Instead of being very formal and doing things the clinical right way, he skipped the strap that she needed, and put his foot there instead, lowering the blood flow a little until he had injected the protein in her veins and could pull the syringe out of her. He removed his foot and folded her arm laying it across her chest so it hopefully would stay closed just for a minute or so.
He then quickly went to the rollable table and found everything he needed to make a catheter. Quite quickly he got back to her and started to install it. As soon as it was on, he took one of the blood containers they had just made and hang it on a rollable stand. With no fiddling, he got the catheter and the blood bag connected with a tube with no air in it. It was quite stressing to save someone’s life all alone. He checked everything around him to make sure that everything was perfect before he went and found a blanket to put on her body. He mumbled a bit by himself before he walked into the bedroom and prepared it for her to lay in. There was even heating in his mattress. He then went back and picked her up in his arms, supporting her back with one and holding the rollable stand and with the other he simply held her legs. He got her all the way into the bed and carefully put her down, making sure she wouldn’t accidentally lay on the tube before he looked at what she was wearing. “I’ll take off your boots,” he said, just to let her know if she was still cognitive available. “I’ll be taking off your pant so you can sleep better,” added before he started to work on her pants. If she had nothing to complain about, he would simply get to bed himself and lay right next to her, not realizing how he would end up being the big spoon and wrap his arm around her, as if she wasn’t allowed to leave.

She seemed to accept what he was doing, even though he could see that she might not be fully aware of what was happening. And then she asked why he was doing this. He didn’t think it was anything funny and wouldn’t even pull a smile about it. She had just been dying. “I’m not letting you die on my watch,” he assured her. He was convinced that it was his medical degree that was talking to him. No one was going to die if he could stop it. And most often, he could. He was a life saver, not a serial killer.

Ace slept incredibly well, and honestly hadn’t slept with anyone since Michelle, unless it had been Aria who had been sneaking in for cuddles. But even that was more than thousand years ago. He truly didn’t mind that she turned around, because even Ace himself slept incredible being both full and having someone in his arms. But at some point, the fun had to end, right?

Ace opened his eyes and looked down at himself. He tried to remember what had been happening the evening before. And while he thought every process through, he concluded that he had just taken care of her after an accident. An accident that wasn’t allowed to happen ever again. He tried to look at the watch at his night table to figure out what time it was, but there was no way he could determine what time it was when she was laying in his arms, and he couldn’t just kick her out of bed like he used to do with Aria – she was quite fragile compared. He glanced towards his window instead, determining that the sun was on its way up. It was morning and they had been sleeping for quite a while. He looked down at her again. She seemed so peaceful, which made him decide that instead of waking her up, he simply rewrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. It was weekend after all, so he wasn’t busy with getting up.

She liked laying in his arms. Good for her that he had chosen to stay until she woke up by herself. He only hummed a little to approve that he had received the message. It was all quite peaceful until she suddenly gasped and he opened his eyes looking down at her. What was going on? She started begging to someone and he frowned. Was she having nightmares? He could see and feel how tears glided down her cheeks and how her hands were around her own neck. All of a sudden it was like he was watching a movie, seeing an illusion. He knew it was an illusion, because the man who stood there yelling at her didn’t have neither heart nor smell. He was quite sure that this was either a fear or something that had already happened. Laying on the floor, bleeding from a miscarriage. Getting threatened with beheading. “Hope,” he mumbled calmly to her, hoping that something would break through the nightmare, but the way she was starting to sweat, he was quite sure that it didn’t help. She pushed herself away. Originally, he didn’t want her to do something stupid and throw herself off the bedside, but when he felt how her heart changed rhythm, he let go of her so she could sit up almost screaming. Her heart was beating incredibly fast, and he slowly sat up. “Hope, please lay down,” he said calmly before he put a hand on her shoulder. “You need to rest,” he continued. He didn’t want to force her, but she really needed to rest some more, and he should give her another bag of blood, because she needed more. One night of sleep wasn’t enough to reproduce all of the blood she had lost, and she needed enough to get by without feeling sick.

It took a while before the fairy understood where she was. But as Ace hand was placed on her shoulder, it was like everything came crashing down at once. A soft breath left her, as her tear swollen eyes looked over her shoulder towards his face. “Yes, of course” she mumbled letter her hands glide out of her hair and massage down her face. Eyelids became heavy as they glided down, and darkness was around her. All she could hear was her blood rushing by her ears, his breathing mixing with hers. Just calming, slowly getting Hope to try to forget what she had just witnessed in her dream.

“Give me a second” she mumbled pulling her legs towards her chest, feeling the small pinch in her arm where she had been connected to the blood bag, only this time it was taking but giving. What a waste, now she had to come by one more time. She slowly let her body descent, letting her back find the mattress lying beside Ace. Her tired eyes opened and looked towards his face. She knew that look; she had seen what she had been dreaming. A small sigh left her; he had asked her not to do it again. “I can’t always control it” she mumbled as her apology, since he wanted her to rest more. She couldn’t help but be selfish. “Stay a little with me?” she asked, not wanting to beg, but she could feel how her body felt cold and how she needed the comfort of being close to someone.

He could see how the tears had been wearing on her eyes as she agreed to lay down just a little longer. He wasn’t going to force her, so he simply let her take her time. “Take your time,” he said, keeping his eyes on her and gave her a gentle rub close to the shoulder. He hummed a little, tried, as she folded her legs and hugged them.
She then got down and he rubbed his forehead a little. His eyes didn’t follower her immediately but shortly after, processing everything. She apologized and he furrowed his brows a little. Her apology was more than enough reason to why he shouldn’t be mad at her. Honestly, she had all the reasons to why she could be mad at him, for drinking directly from her, almost emptying her for blood, taking off her clothes while she was half unconscious and gave her a drop with her own blood. But to be fair, Ace had just tried to make up for the mistake he had done the night before.
His thick brows raised a bit as she asked him to stay a little. He glanced towards the blood bag which wasn’t that full anymore. He took a deeper breath in, “Alright, but I’ll have to change the bag soon,” he told her, making her know he wouldn’t stay for too long. He laid down next to her. He looked at her for a moment before he determined that she wanted comfort, “Okay, come closer then,” he said almost sounded like someone who surrendered to her begging, even though she hadn’t even begged. He opened his arm up, inviting her closer, just like how they had been sleeping. No matter if she accepted or not, he would rest his arms down either around her holding her close or down between them.

He shook his head a little as she mentioned it was a waste. “A waste would be letting you die because I wouldn’t help you,” he corrected her almost mumbling. She was more worth than blood bags. He noticed how just with his company, her heart beat slower, though it seemed like it picked up a little as he offered her to get closer. He closed her arms around her as she had crawled closer and rested his head close to hers before he closed his eyes. He could feel everything. Her eyelashes fluttering against his skin, how her nose touched his neck and how her breath touched his skin. It was a feeling that he never really experienced. She pulled the blanket over them, and he could almost feel how he himself got sleepy again. He might have pushed himself just a little too far the other day by not getting enough blood. But he was satisfied for now. He opened his eyes as she thanked him and he turned his gaze down towards her shortly, loosing a bit of grip around her. He wasn’t even responding her, he simply looked at her before he directed his gaze back up and tightened the grip around her a bit. Very gently he placed a kiss on her forehead, only for a few seconds, before he put his head up and rested himself.

He hummed a little wondering sound as she told him to be careful. What did she mean? He didn’t change the way he hold her. He continued to hold her close and rest in general. Genuine caring heart. He gave a short chuckle. He could feel how she nonverbally told him not to leave year. “Don’t get used to it,” he almost hummed in a whisper, even though he understood what she meant. He could even feel a small flame started behind his ribs, right where his heart would be. “I’m only here because you asked me to and because I made a mistake,” he continued to mumble and didn’t really think about how his hand slowly caress her back; it just happened. He popped an eye open to look at her blood bag. “But I really should change it,” he concluded and his hand stopped caressing her back. “So you have to let go of me,” he whispered to her and slowly tried to pull himself away from her.

A small huff left him as she explained how she could get comfort from him. “Good technique,” he complimented, not telling her whether or not it would work, because no matter what it probably depended on what kind of mistake he made.
She didn’t want him to leave and wrapped herself around him and pulled her head a little away. He glanced towards her, clearly somewhat bothered. It was just very difficult to see on him that he was actually quite alright with her stubbornness. “Hope,” he whispered now that his mouth was so close to her ear. “If I don’t give you a new one it will take you longer to get better,” he tried to convince her. But he already had a feeling that it wasn’t going to make a difference. “You’re so stubborn,” he mumbled and started to move closer to her, instead of trying to get out of her arms. He continued to move closer to her until she was almost on the edge of the bed, so he could tighten the grip around her and roll her up on top of himself. “If you’re really going to stick to me like glue,” he started before he let his hand travel down her body and reach for her thigh, and pulled it up, same with the opposite thigh. He then sat up with her on his lap. “I’ll just have to do it while you’re hanging on,” he teased, letting his legs roll out of bed before he stood up, carrying her like a koala. With her hanging there he grabbed the rollable stand with the blood bag and started walking with her towards the table where the blood bags had been left.

“Ace” she said in exactly the same tone as he had just used on her. But the soft smirk on her lips were more than enough to tell him that she was just teasing or even making fun of him. “What a shame” she hummed, still not letting him go even though he tried to reason why she should release him so she could change the blood bag. A genuine laugh left her throat as he told her that she was stubborn. “yes” she agreed, she was very stubborn, always had been. And the years hadn’t helped on that.

Her eyes widened as he started getting closer, almost pushing her towards the edge of the bed. Was he just going to push her out hoping that would do the trick? But she was quickly made aware of her mistake of his intention. “Oh” she laughed once more as he pulled her on top of him. Her red hair gliding down her face framing them for a second before he sat up with her still on his lap. A satisfied hum left her, as she let her arms glide around his neck and her legs around his hips. “agreeable” she mumbled closing her eyes, placing her head against her left arm, beside his head and closed her eyes. For someone so cold, he was very warm as soon as one spend the time trying to prying him open.

She was quick to adapt to his idea and folded both her arms and legs around him, hanging onto him while he walked with her. The only sound that could be heard was how the wheels on the stand rolled and how his feet moved across the floor. He looked over his shoulder while holding her. As he arrived at the table he let go of the stand and hang up another bag of her blood. This one already had a tube in it. He took the stand again and entered the kitchen, letting Hope sit on the kitchen counter. “Hand please,” he said as he let go of her and let his hands find their way between them so he could hold her hand steadier while he changed the tube connected to the catheter from one bag to another. He didn’t say anything else but seemingly looked very focused, almost as if he had put on a mask that said, ‘is working’.
Finally, the tube was changed to the other and he looked back up at her. “Still tired or are you ready to actually get up and walk around by yourself?” he wondered, clearly giving her the option to get back into his bed, if she wanted to rest a little longer. He didn’t have to rest, and he had to start his day at some point.