Switches & Spices

Chapter Thirty Six

A/N: Sorry for the delay everyone, this was rough for me to write, not going to lie at all. Strap in lovelies, it's gonna be a little uncomfy. A lot, rather, if you've dealt with similar experiences. Those that have, even if dismissing severity... Just know you're stronger than you realize. Even those that empathize heavily – take care of yourselves, okay? Love y'all.

TW: Mentions of Abuse and Trauma, Intentional Triggering and Emotional Manipulation, Blood, Injury

Nothing would get in between us now... Right? Nothing...

"-oh, look what you did Ei, you woke her!"

"I couldn't help it, her wings were twitchin', 'maki! Shh, maybe she'll fall back asleep!"

"Mmmhh... 'm up..." The quietest whisper-yells of fussing between my two beloveds finally brought me fully into consciousness, the start being the gentle pressure of a hand stroking along my wings. I cracked my eyes open, the lids still puffy and swollen from the result of tears that fell before I slept. Hell, my voice was still a little broken, the whisper sounding a touch scratchy.

As my eyes finally focused, I was met with a white turtleneck-clad Tamaki, who smiled lovingly down at me as I rested on his chest. I felt my cheeks heat a little as he tilted his head down, lips pressing to my forehead. The sweet kiss made me want to sink back immediately into unconsciousness, a contented hum of bliss slipping from my nose, and I reflexively nuzzled into the soft material covering my Butterfly's chest.

"So cute, gah... Ah, hold there, and... Yup, that's gonna be my new wallpaper!" The digital shutter click of a picture being taken forced my lidded eyes open fully, blearily looking to the side at Eijirou's beaming grin of prideful adoration, my blush increasing as I saw his phone out. I groaned and drew my wings up to encompass my body in embarrassment, whining quietly as both men laughed at my reaction. I pulled a little bit of water from the air to swallow down and soothe my aching throat, clearing it and grimacing.

"S-Shush, I'm not cute, 'least not now... Oh gods, I think I was drooling."

"Say that you aren't cute again, and I will have to prove you otherwise, Moonlight. Even if I must turn you into a mewling mess for customers below to hear when you finally admit it." My wings fluffed in response to Tamaki's low murmur, and the rest of my body pulsed with renewed life.

And holy fuck was I aching... Goosebumps spreading along my flesh beneath the blanket reminded me that I was quite bare, my rear feeling incredibly tender and even a little welted. My insides throbbed, hips feeling a touch bruised still from Eijirou's grip, Tamaki's bruising of my throat right up there in sensitivity. Maybe even overpowering it.

Had I not recovered? Did they go that rough that my passive healing was still playing catch up?

And what was this feeling that something was wrong? It almost felt like before, when-

"I didn't hear your confirmation, Moonlight." I blinked, thoughts positively scattered as Tamaki's voice cut through them, two tentacles wrapping around the highest joints of my wings to spread them apart from shielding me while his non-Manifested hand moved to my chin, crooking his index finger beneath it and tilting my face to meet his. My eyes widened at the glower in his gaze, my heart stuttering as that Subby side of mine roared to life, my cheeks above reddening more than the ones below had the night prior.

"I-I... Um... Hm. I forgot the question?" It wasn't a lie. In that moment, Dom Tama was encompassing every scrap of my formerly scattered attention, my pulse loud in my ears as heat poured through my body. He leaned in, and I felt my lips tingle with anticipation of the impending kiss, his gorgeous lilac eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Amusement? Frustration? I didn't know. My eyes flicked from one to the other as I waited for his explanation, breaths shallow.