bakerstreet | 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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"You are unbelievable, Napoleon Solo." Illya announced with a small smile before his hands cupped Napoleon's face and he pressed their lips together. Behind them, Yana let out a small happy sound but Illya paid it no mind. He pulled away a few seconds later, when the realization of what he was doing hit him.

"I...sorry, I shouldn't have..."

He trailed off into horrified silence. The russian took a step back, hands dropping to his sides and eyes now fixed on the floor. He moved towards the chair and tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling up in his stomach. Yana groaned and buried her face on the fur of Danielle's back, murmuring something about Illya being a hopeless idiot.

Of course, Napoleon didn't let him getvthe far. He grabbed Illya, dragging him back and shaking his head. "Illya, stop thinking so damn much." He said before dragging him in and pressing their lips together in a soft, but passionate kiss.

"If cooking for you makes you kiss me like that? Then I will gladly cook for you as often as possible."

Yana opened an eye and raised one of her ears. Perhaps not everything was lost, then. Illya couldn't help the blush that crept into his face.

“I…er, good?” One of his hand reached up to touch Napoleon's arm. "This is new for me."

"Its a bit new for me too. I'm not used to...any of this really. Well, the romance and seduction, yeah." He shrugged, sliding his hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling him into another kiss before whispering. "But actually wanting anything beyond taking someone to bed? That is entirely new for me. And I want you. I want more than just to be your partner in work."

He kissed the corner of his lips and his cheek and jaw, sighing and shivering a bit. "Its nice to pamper someone and make someone else happy."

Illya nods, agreeing. There so many things they need to talk about, their relationship as a whole needs to be renegotiated, but it looks like they will be able to figure out things together.

"It's nice to be happy, for a change." It was a little sad to admit that but also relieving. Illya kissed him again, biting Napoleon's lower lip before looking back at the table he had set for them.

"It would be shame to let all the food go to waste. I'm dying to try it."

He gave a small groan at the bit, sighing and pressing their foreheads together. "It would be a shame." He said before pulling away and grabbing two small bowls so he could fix one each for the daemons.

"Come here you two. I know you want to try it." He said with a chuckle, spooning some of the stroganoff into the bowls along with one bliny each. "Dig in." He smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"Should I get the drinks? You asked me wanted I wanted, I am fine with anything." He wasn't picky but Illya wanted to get the right thing for Napoleon. He would also take care of the cleaning later, it was the least he could do.

"We really should keep him." Yana said to Illya, clearly joking, at the view of the bliny. She waited until Danielle had her bowl before attacking his own food, tail wagging again.

"Well, I found something interesting that Gaby stocked in the fridge that I was curious about. The labeling was in Russian so I assumed it was native to there since I've never heard of it." He walked over, pulling out two bottles that said 'Cherry Honey' on them.

"Honestly, it looks pretty good. So how about these with dinner?" He asked, smiling and glancing at him.

"I know this drink." Illya took the bottles from him, carefully. He set one on the table and opened the other to fill Napoleon's glass. "Really sweet but very good."

He made a mental note to thank Gaby once he saw her, Illya wondered how she found those drinks on the first place, it couldn't have been easier. Once they were both sitting again, Illya raised his glass and smiled.

"We should make a toast."

"Yes we should." He lifted his glass as well, catching Illya's eyes and just staring. "To...new beginnings with the one we care about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow slowly. He looked down when he felt something rubbing his leg, chuckling as Danielle rubbed against him like a cat and then trotted over, doing the same to Illya's leg like it was perfectly natural.

Napoleon straightened up a bit, feeling something warm and bright filling his chest and sighing. "This is...thank you."

"You can be such a romantic."

It wasn't a complain, merely an observation, A pleased one, if the small smile tugging at the corner of Illya's lips was any indication. He had observed Napoleon long enough during missions to tell when he was flirting to charm a target and when he was being genuinely sincere.

Illya looked down at the fox, a warm expresion on his face. Yana came to join them a few seconds later, snout rubbing Danielle's face and tail brushing against Napoleon's legs. Illya looked up at Napoleon again and simply said. "For all of us."

"I like being a romantic. Its just a bit odd for me to...for it to not lead to a conquest so to speak. You are far more than that. This isn't just about a tumble in the sheets for fun." He said, finding his hand across the table and squeezing as he felt Yana's tail brushing against his legs.

He smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, for all of us." He let his glass lightly touch against Illya's before taking a sip of the drink, his eyes widening. "This is delicious. I might have to stock this at my apartment in New York."

"I know.." Otherwise it wouldn't have felt right, not when they touched each others daemons. A warm smile was on Illya's face and it only grew after they had sipped his drinks.

"There's many Russian things out there for you to enjoy, Cowboy. I could show you a few."

"I would love to try more and I have a feeling you would only show me the best." He said, winking at him before taking another drink before setting it down.

A moment later he leaned over, kissing his cheek and then he started dishing the food out so they could eat.

"Be sure of that."

It was impossible not to smile, and Illya started to eat as well right after the kiss to hide the stupid grin that tugged at the corner of his lips. Under the table, Yana snuggled close to Danielle, looking as relaxed as she could be, for once completely at ease with life.

He smiled as he started in to eat, breathing out and licking his lips. He hummed as he ate, grabbing a bliny and taking a bite.

"I'll have to learn a few more Russian dishes as well." He said, smiling over at him.

"And I have to learn any dishes in general." He did know how to make a basics meal but cooking class was not part of his KGB training. "We could learn together."

A suggestion and a promise, one Illya planned on keeping. He smiled back and relaxed, enjoying the company.

Daemon AU

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should we start wrapping this up?

If you want to, we can end after this one.

Sounds perfect o7