Help me

bingsepticeyerping:

emptynarration:

Markus flinched, stopping in his tracks. He was trembling, holding his hands close to himself. He was scared, and his scent reflected it as well.

“I-I’m sorry- I-…”, he stuttered, whimpering. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t hurt me. I- I’m just- really emotional because my heat should start soon-”. He wasn’t lying, but he was avoiding to mention his alpha even in the slightest.

“Markus, I know that’s not what’s wrong. That’s just one part, tell me. I want to help you,” he said softly, gently moving his hand to hold Markus’, his way of showing him that he wouldn’t hurt him.

“I won’t hurt you, I swear to God, I would never hurt you in any way. Just tell me what’s going on, I want to help.”

“I- I’m- I’m just… not a good omega..”, Markus mumbled, flinching when Bing touched him. Tears had gathered in his eyes, afraid Bing would use that voice on him again, and force him to do things or say things.

“P-please… just let me..”, he whimpered.

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

Elvin happily pulled Agnes into his lap, giggling happily and nuzzling into her shoulder. He was really happy having her and being able to be close to her.

“You make me really happy.”, he said, smiling as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Agnes wraps her legs around his hips on instinct and giggles, rubbing his back. She was happy with the closeness. She hadn’t felt anything like it before.

“Thank you. You make me very happy too.” She smiles and hums softly.

“Yay~”, Elvin giggled, happily kissing Agnes neck, though careful too.
“You’re skin is really soft.”, he said softly. His own skin wasn’t quite like it. Even though he didn’t work like a human, his skin was pretty close to it. Darkened from the sun, rough especially on his hands and feet.

Gone

googleoliver:

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“I’m still not convinced there’s nothing waiting for you when you bring me back.”, Markus mumbled, leaning into Oliver’s hand. He was still pretty warm to the touch.
“But it’s okay. I’m happy you want to travel with me anyways.”.

“…so what if there is? I’ll only take you back if or when you want to.”, he answered. His freedom was important to him, certainly, but he was able to go between kingdoms if and when it pleased him. He didn’t intend to stop.

Markus hummed lightly. Since he had no idea what was there for Oliver to get, he couldn’t comment further on it. He didn’t want to either though.
“I hope I’ll be healthy again soon.”, he said instead. Mostly since it would be good for everything.

Gone

“I’m still not convinced there’s nothing waiting for you when you bring me back.”, Markus mumbled, leaning into Oliver’s hand. He was still pretty warm to the touch.
“But it’s okay. I’m happy you want to travel with me anyways.”.

Gone

googleoliver:

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“I do feel better than I did yesterday already.”, Markus pointed out, smiling lightly. He didn’t feel so sick he could barely speak anymore, which was good. He was sure he’d be fine again soon.

“Sorry it takes so long..”, he mumbled.

“It’s nothing to apologise for. It’s just odd, staying in the same town.”, he shrugged. They had barely made any progress, but at the moment their main focus was for Markus to get better. “I don’t mind taking care of you, even.”

“If you’re sure… I don’t want to be a burden to you.”, Markus mumbled. He really didn’t want to be. He liked Oliver, he was nice and took care of him. He really didn’t want him to dislike him somehow.

Gone

“I do feel better than I did yesterday already.”, Markus pointed out, smiling lightly. He didn’t feel so sick he could barely speak anymore, which was good. He was sure he’d be fine again soon.

“Sorry it takes so long..”, he mumbled.

Gone

googleoliver:

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“Apples.”, Markus replied, nuzzling into the warmth Oliver had left behind. He knew he should lay still, but he didn’t want to either.

He did finally shift to lay on his back again though, feeling for the cloth that should’ve been on his forehead.

Oliver handed an apple to him before dampening the cloth he managed to find, placing it back on Markus’s forehead. It concerned him that his health wouldn’t improve. Then they would be slower.

“Is there anything I can do for you?”, he offered.

Markus smiled lightly as Oliver helped him, taking the apple.
“I don’t think so.”, he replied softly, biting into the apple. He hummed, it was a good one. He was very glad about that.

“They said it’ll take a few days probably before I get healthy again.”, he told Oliver then, so he would know how long they had to wait.

Help me

Markus flinched, stopping in his tracks. He was trembling, holding his hands close to himself. He was scared, and his scent reflected it as well.

“I-I’m sorry- I-…”, he stuttered, whimpering. “You didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t hurt me. I- I’m just- really emotional because my heat should start soon-”. He wasn’t lying, but he was avoiding to mention his alpha even in the slightest.

Help me

bingsepticeyerping:

emptynarration:

Markus tensed when he heard someone walk up to him. He flinched when he was spoken to, before relaxing a little. It was just Bing, Bing was okay.

“Of course.”, he replied quietly, continuing on his way, keeping his gaze on the ground. He didn’t want to worry Bing about his personal problems. And he largely considered it just a personal problem, and not that he was very much abused.

“Hey, I know that’s not true, you flinched when I talked to you. What’s going on? You can tell me,” he says softly, not knowing if Markus would be okay with him touching him or not.

“Come on Markus, you can trust me. Just tell me what’s going on, I could help you.”

“You just startled me.”, Markus mumbled, not liking how much Bing was prodding. “Stop.. stop asking so much…”.
He felt almost forced to answer, just because a good omega wasn’t supposed to lie, and keep things to themselves.

“I’m fine. Please.”.

Gone

“Apples.”, Markus replied, nuzzling into the warmth Oliver had left behind. He knew he should lay still, but he didn’t want to either.

He did finally shift to lay on his back again though, feeling for the cloth that should’ve been on his forehead.