bakerstreet | Daemon AU

Daemon AU

DAEMONS
A dæmon is the animal embodiment of a person's inner self - their soul made corporeal. In childhood, daemons can shapeshift; around puberty, they settle into one form which represents a person's personality.

Daemons can talk, are typically of the gender opposite their human, and can't go more than a few yards from their human half. Any pain felt by a person is felt by their daemon, or vice versa, and to touch someone else's daemon is painfully intimate and the greatest taboo.

RNG:
1. meetings (mean snap judgments; what do you think of someone with a snake soul?)
2. fight scenes (are a lot more badass with a lion at your side, or tricky when your weak spot is a poodle)
3. rescues (are difficult if your daemon can't drag theirs to safety. you won't break the taboo, will you?)
4. cuddling (gets weird when your alligator snuggles up to their rabbit)
5. confined spaces (are more claustrophobic with the risk of touching someone's soul)
6. poor conditions (when your cat can't swim or your dragonfly might freeze)
7. lies (are harder to tell with daemons telegraphing body language)
8. touching (from a torturer is horrifying; from someone intimate, it's powerful)
9. abnormalities (include same-gender daemons, limitless separation ranges, or inhuman lack of a daemon)
10. suddenly (everyone has daemons. they didn't before. what the hell.)

Want to rehash a canon scene, now with daemons? Make up your own prompt? Just here to dump your "why X has Y animal" in a toplevel? Go nuts.

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His eyes went huge, looking down at Danielle and then at Illya, swallowing hard. He looked everywhere else but at the Russian then for a long moment, thinking about how he felt. He knew he felt deeply for the man, but still it was a level of intimacy he had absolutely never shared with anyone else.

Finally after several moments he forced himself to relax before carefully nudging the man. "Its okay. It'll be okay. If...if Danielle is okay, you can touch her. I don't mind." He explained softly, chewing on his lip.

“I…I am sorry.” He stuttered out, face flushing and shame appearing in the slump of his shoulders. "My fault" Yana replied at the same time, eyes widening.

The russian cursed internally and frowned at the wolf, who gave him an apologetic whine in return. They didn't want to make Napoleon uncomfortable, or cause Danielle any pain. Illya cared about them too much for that and while he knew that they were close, this was a whole level of trust between them.

His shoulder was starting to hurt and his arm was cramping, it would be a lot easier if he could lower it and change his position but he would be touching Danielle again. At the offer, Illya looked at Napoleon as if he had grown another head.

"Are you sure, Cowboy?" Then he looked down at the fox, his eyes silently asking the same question.

He had thought about it, just as Yana had told him about the idea of Napoleon touching her. She was far more open than him when it came to matters of the heart and whatnot but Illya knew she was still scared because he was terrified of this level on intimacy.

Danielle's ears twitched and then so did her tail before she gave a nod, looking at Yana. "Its alright, Illya. Napoleon and I are both alright with it. She agreed, leaning into Solo's leg for a moment. "You should both try and sit down. If you manuevered we could all sit together mostly comfortably."

She moved over next to Yana, brushing by Illya and bumping her head against Yana's side. "Do you mind if Illya touches me?"

Illya didn't miss the twitch of the white and black beautiful tail and he was silent for a few seconds. He shared a brief look with Yana after the light brush made him shudder. The wolf answered for him, head leaning over and nudging the small fox with her snout.

" We don't mind." A second later she moved very carefully and Illya tried to turn so he was sitting in a less painful angle. He ended with his back against the closet's door but his right arm was still up, hand hovering over Danielle.

He still looked unsure, not because he didn't trust his partner but because Illya had been told since he was a kid that daemons shouldn't be touched, that it was like having your soul ripped open and he wouldn't like to cause anybody that kind of pain.

He moved as well, sitting beside Illya but leaning into him pretty heavily, making sure he still wasn't anywhere near Yana. Just because he and Danielle had given permission for his Daemon to be touched doesn't mean he had permission to touch Yana.

A moment later he reached for Illya's arm, lowering it himself carefully and letting his hand touch Danielle. He twitched slightly, freezing for a moment before shivering and letting out a soft breath. "See? Its okay?" Because he did feel it, but it didn't hurt. No it was a warm sensation and he knew he would be okay with feeling it again.

The weight of Napoleon's body against his side seemed to sooth him and Illya turned to give the man a soft look. Yana just stared at them, vigilant, silent and unblinking, as if she was fascinated by something.

Illya's attention went back to Danielle, anxious anticipation seeping into his skin. The russian worriedly checked Napoleon's reactions from the corner of his eye. He took a deep breath, fingers brushing against the soft fur and marvelling at the sensations.

"You're gorgeous." Illya was talking to both of them and he hoped Napoleon and Daniele understand it. He swallowed, trying to slow his heart rate, and he noticed Yana shifting. Her tail started to tap rhythmically against the floor and she was still staring intensely at Napoleon.

Danielle bounced a little under his hand, pressing up against his hand, knowing the touch was causing Napoleon to twitch more, all because she and Yana knew how their human felt for the other's.

Napoleon looked over at Yana, raising an eyebrow when he saw that tail tapping. "Yes, Yana?" He asked her, looking at Illya with a small smirk. He wondered if he would be allowed to touch her, wanting to see if her fur was as soon as Danielle's.

When he heard the words he blushed and cleared his throat, fingers brushing through his own hair as he petted Danielle along with Illya.

Illya couldn't but smile at Napoleon's blush. A warm feeling rose from his stomach into his chest while he kept stroking Danielle very gently.

Yana didn't answer, instead she stopped moving her tail altogether when she was caught in the act. Illya gave her a questioning look, checking if she was doing okay, and her reply was a paw brushed against his leg. All his life she's been quiet and stubborn, more sincere than him even if just as afraid. She's had to be, otherwise they would never get anything done.

The wolf's ears went flat with misery, as if she was longing, aching, for something too and Illya felt the same bitter abandonment. Lonely and miserable. But misery was familiar, they could work with misery, he thought.

But we won’t, she decided. Moving forward, and as carefully as her big mass allowed her, Yanna rested his head on Napoleon's knee. Her eyes darted first at his hand and then up at his eyes in a silent offering.

Edited (I really can't write pas 4am, sorry >_<) 2015-10-11 04:03 (UTC)

He watched as she stretched out over Illya's legs before resting her head on his knee. He could see the way her eyes darted and then he smiled softly in understanding, feeling his chest swell a bit that he was being given this. He glanced briefly at Illya, the blush still firmly in place as his hand carefully pushed into Yana's fur.

It was softer than he'd imagined. Softer and thicker and he loved the way it felt under his palm as his fingers pushed through gently. He exhaled shakily before scratching lightly behind her ears, feeling more than actually seeing when Danielle hopped up into Illya's lap next to Yana and curled up like she belonged there. Which...well maybe she did. Maybe this was where they all belonged, together.

Illya’s jaw visibly clenched at the contact, his hands shook and his breath caught. Silence stretched between them for a moment, a heavy thing, as his pulse began to race in a wild thing pounding between his ears. It felt as if something inside his chest stretched and pulled like a rubber band, reaching into their very core and essence. It was the feeling of coming undone and then put back together, more whole. Illya let out a soft whimper and Yana a whine, her head pressing further again Napoleon for more contact.

Gradually, Illya's forehead smoothed and his breathing became more even and relaxed. The russian’s fingers were trembling as their carded through Danielle's fur, soft and gentle. He marveled at the weight of her in his lap and Yana's presence so close to Napoleon, but he was avoiding looking at the American's eyes.

His hand froze when he heard the whimper and answering whine, even though he felt Yana push into his hand for more touch. He swallowed, unsure because maybe this wasn't really okay with Illya. He looked at the Russian, frowning when the man wouldn't look at him before he looked away.

He scratched behind her ears a little more before pulling away, folding his hands in his lap. It was better this way, after all. Illya would put up with the touch because he would want to prove it didn't bother him when it obviously did. So he would stop himself, regardless of how much he didn't want to.

It was Yana's turn to frown at the lack of contact and she almost whimpered again. That was so good, so fulfilling, that she didn't want to lose it so quickly. Neither did Illya.

"Please don't...don't stop. That felt right for the first time in forever."

Illya finally looked up at Napoleon, eyes burning with panicked embarrassment and unconsciously leaning closer.

Then the significance of it smashed him and Yana like an overwhelming tidal wave, and it was going to drown them if they didn't do anything about it. But he could do nothing but wait and take whatever Napoleon and Danielle were whiling to give them.

He stared at Illya for a moment before his eyes dropped to Danielle, silently communicating with her. She nodded before shifting and bumping her head first into Yana affectionately and then she turned again to repeat the action against Illya's stomach, rubbing against him like a cat searching for affection.

His fingers twitched and he reached out, pushing them into her fur again even as he leaned over, tilting his head just right to press their lips together in a soft kiss that really connected them. He just hoped Illya understood what this meant for him. That he likely would never trust anyone or feel for anyone the way he did the Russian. Not even Gaby.

When Napoleon did nothing but stare back, Illya got ready to stutter a half-hearted excuse for his disgraceful behavior. His fumbling was cut off by a pair of warm lips pressing against his.

A second later, Yana climbed into Napoleon’s lap and licked his chin, her paws reaching out to touch Danielle and then rest her head against the fox. They all ended in a tangled mess of bodies, legs, fur and tails, but Illya couldn't be happier. He kissed Napoleon back before pulling away and pressing their foreheads together.

One his hands ran over Danielle and Yana's head. He scratched between their ears and softly murmured praises and endearments to both daemons in Russian.

He stared into those gorgeous blue eyes, smiling and giving a soft chuckle as he collected Yana in his lap, his chest and heart swelling even more as they all ended up tangled together.

"When we get out of here...you and I are going to have a very serious talk." He whispered, kissing him again quickly. "Because I think there are things we both need to say."

Illya opened his mouth to speak but Yana caught his hesitation before anyone else and she quickly nipped at his fingers. Do not ruin this for us, her gaze said, and Illya understood. He also had no wish to lose a finger, Yana had bitten him harder in the past when he was being particularly dense or worrying too much to accept the good things in life.

"Sun must be setting..." He looked at his father's watch, surprise in his voice. "Oh, less than an hour. Time flew. We should stay like this little longer."

Edited 2015-10-11 18:11 (UTC)

"Sounds like a plan to me." He said, a bit amused at watching Yama nip at the Russian's fingers. "I'm actually fairly comfortable for the moment so I see no harm in staying. Though once we can get to the safe house I am cooking all of us dinner."

He laid his head against Illya's, stroking gently through Yana's fur over and over.

"Were good too. More than good." The things she had to deal with, Napoleon, Yana had to tell him one day.

"Food would be nice." Illya smiled, honest to god smiled, and leaned against Napoleon. He cradled Danielle close to him as he scratched under her chin, slowly getting used to the spreading warm in his chest, and he was reluctant to move when the it was time for them to leave.

Getting out of the facility was easier now that they didn't had too worry so much about accidentally bumping into each other's daemon. Yana was moving in front of them, not too far away from Illya, smelling any possible danger before it showed up. They made it to the car in no time and she helped Danielle to get into the passenger seat before they left to the safehouse.

Once they were in the car he sped out, just wanting to get to the safe house as soon as possible. He knew things had changed between them once more and he just wondered how this would change their relationship. He glanced over at the daemons, smiling when he saw them curled together.

"I am starving. Let's hope Gaby made sure the place has food."

Yana made a sound of agreement. Daemons didn't need to eat but she liked to nibble on things and Napoleon's food always tasted great.

For the time being, Illya was focused on driving and getting them to safety. If he gave too much thought to what happened between them he might suffer a small freak out and he didn't want to scare off his partner. He only hoped that Napoleon or Danielle didn't change their mind.

"Chop Shop girl is good at thinking ahead."

The Vinciguerra mission proved that, and once they got into the house Illya was pleased to discover that the fridge and cupboards were indeed full. She even left them some alcohol, which didn't actually surprise Illya.

At the safe house, Napoleon looked through the kitchen, figuring out what all foods Gaby had arranged for them before figuring out what he wanted to make. "Alright, why don't you go shower with Yana while I make us some dinner?" He asked, smiling up at him for a moment.

"I promise you won't be disappointed." He said, winking at him. Danielle gave a little yip of excitement before moving over and pressing against the side of Illya's leg and then wriggling between Yana's legs to stand underneath her. They were safe and she was happy.

Illya's daemon was hard to read sometimes, much like him, if not more due to the fact that Yana was a giant wolf. But if one spent time with them it was easier to detect the little signs. The way her ears went up when she was pleased, how she held her chin up when she was coy...now her tail was wagging, relaxed, and her tongue lolled out of the mouth before she licked Danielle's face.

Illya smiled at the view and nodded, pecking Napoleon's on the cheek before heading towards the bathroom. Yana followed him immediately, aware of their limits when it came to distances.

Danielle yipped again when she was licked, craning her head up and licking at Yana's snout before trotting over and leaning against Napoleon's legs. A moment later she jumped up into one of the kitchen chairs, curling up and tilting her head so she could watch Napoleon work.

He started in, pulling everything down he would need for dinner, smiling because Gaby had been smart in making sure they had things to make any type of food they might want. So he set about to making something that he hoped would make Illya smile.

He kept an ear out, listening for his partner before motioning to Danielle to help him so he would be able to surprise the Russian. He set the table as well, humming to himself once the stroganoff and blinys were done. He brought the pot over, setting it on the table on a pot holder though the blinys were on a covered plate.

By the time Illya got out of the shower he was likely to catch the smell of gingerbread in the air since it had easily filled the house.

Illya showered quickly, dried his hair with a towel and then brushed Yana's fur. She was obviously happy and excited and he gave the daemon a small smile. Yana wasn't fooled and she stood up on her hind legs to lick his jawline.

"It will go well."

She could smell what Napoleon was cooking, even if Illya didn't, and she was sure they had made the right choice. The Russian laughed and scratched her ears. His hair was still slightly damp when they left the bathroom and Illya was going to ask Napoleon if he wanted to take a shower himself when he noticed the familiar smell in the air. He moved towards the kitchen, eyes wide and bright like a child on Christmas morning

"Napoleon? is that...Oh."

Napoleon turned, surprised because Danielle had purposely not told him that they were coming. She just trotted over to Yana and leaned into her, huffing at the silly humans.

He swallowed, shifting a bit before smiling a bit sheepishly while brushing his fingers through his hair. "Surprise?" He asked, motioning to the food on the table. "I made Tula gingerbread as well. Traditional with honey inside, not jam."

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