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What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day
.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.
Arthur Curry x plus size reader
Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.
Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google
WC: 730
Minors DNI
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He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of.
“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.
“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.
“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”
“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.
But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance.
As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.
“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.
“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate.
You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”
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It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.
The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.
You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.
As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.
“What did you just say?” You shrugged.
“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.
The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin.
Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line.
Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.
“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.
“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.”
“Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.
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whatever you do DONT think about eddie leading steve on bc he thinks he's still a king steve branded fuck head and is waiting for the ball to drop.
don't think about steve letting him host hellfire in his basement and accidentally overhearing all of them talking shit, even eddie, and it coming out that "i only started talking to him because the little sheepies told me who cool he is. do i believe them?" eddie scoffs. "of course not. he's still a douche but hey. if he wants us here then i can kiss and play pretend." and yeah. eddie can be mean. it's a result of bullies and bad fathers, a defense mechanism.
steve tries to not let it show when he continues down the stairs with the tray of cookies in his hands, soft smile on his face, ignoring the less than nice laughing at his expense.
eddie notices the odd look on steve's face, the way his head hangs when he trudges back up the stairs, not sitting on the couch like he usually does. and he feels a pang in his chest. is that guilt? what does he have to be guilty about?
the others are watching him, weary smiles on their faces. "do you think he heard us?" jeff asks tentatively. eddie scoffs once more, "so what if he did? it's what he deserves."
and there's that pang in his chest again.
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it's halfway through the campaign when eddie calls a break and goes up stairs to get some drinks for everyone.
he's about to walk into the kitchen when he hears a voice, and quiet sniffles.
"i thought i changed, robs. i- i try so hard, and it just. im not my dad, i never want to be him. why can't i-" eddie listens as steve cries, hearing... robin buckley of all people float from the receiver. "steve, if he can't appreciate you, fuck him. you've tried to apologize and make it up, if he can't see that then he's just an asshole."
"no. he's right. i deserve it. god, im so stupid! i can't believe i thought he actually liked me. fuck! who would?" he hears a heavy sigh.
"good night rob. sorry for that. thanks- uh. thanks for talking." and the phone is hung up.
eddie rounds the corner finally to see steve furiously wiping away the tears that continue to roll down his face. steve's head whips up at the sound of eddie's feet, he sniffles hard, forcing a smile on his face. "h-hey eddie! uh, sorry. allergies... yknow." he clumsily points to his face. he shrugs, "uh. did you- did you need anything? or. oh! uh. i ordered pizza. it should um, be here soon... i just got cheese..."
eddie stares. "uh. yeah. that's fine. i was just getting some drinks." he said, awkward and stuttering.
"oh! i bought you guys some coke, i put 'em in the fridge so they'd be cold." eddie's still staring as steve walks to the refrigerator and pulls out coke, sprite, and even sunkist. he'd only mentioned that it was his favorite once, but steve. steve had remembered, and there is was.
"thanks." eddie said, taking the cases down stairs, reeling over the interaction that had accidentally knocked an epiphany into his head.
he set the soda on the table grabbing the attention of the club members. "i think i fucked up. i think steve... is a nice guy...?" it's silent for a moment.
"he is pretty cool. i mean. not even your mom would let us play in her basement, gare." it's jeff who speaks up, and this makes eddie's head drop, and hang low.
"we fucked up."
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now with a part 2
#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#robin buckley#best friend robin#jeff stranger things#gareth emerson#gareth stranger things#pre steddie#enimes to lovers#steddie angst#steve harrington angst#steve is trying to be a better person#steddie ficlet#hellfire club#stranger things hellfire club#stranger things ficlet#best friend robin buckley
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dogs like praise too
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tags: sub Sebastian, dom reader/player, praise kink, outdoor sex, handjobs, whimpering for the win, gender neutral reader/player, no petplay
synopsis: Sebastian only figured out he wanted to be used and fucked after he married you, thankfullly 'making love' was a tenderness that didn't appeal to either of you
note: my beautiful swagless emoboy billiards player husband should get dominated and i wrote this in one hour after my friend mistook his wrench for handcuffs in the winter sprites. hope ya'll enjoyed and if ya did consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/54598753
You learned really fast that Sebastian would whimper in bed, unapolagetically so. He'd even say 'nya' if you wanted him to, which he was grateful wasn't that often. Not unless you really wanted to get to him at least, really wanted to get under his skin and force him closer to the edge with words and demands instead of touch.
It worked too, and maybe the fact he enjoyed it was what got to him the most. The fact that despite all odds he enjoyed being put in his place got to him when he'd never even considered it.
Sam always wanted to take it slow, never further than the simplest of sex between friends, he was scared of parts that he kept locked up. Abigail always wanted to be used in the same way he's learning to love, she liked it rough and so did he. But only now is he learning he likes it rough better when hands are tangled in his hair.
That he likes it fast and hard in the dead of night or broad daylight on the ground or on the bed. He likes gasping for words and choking on spit and holding on for dear life when he didn't know sex could whip him into such a state. It left his brain numb as you called him a good boy and he whimpered and moaned and just took it. He found a perverse pleasure in being used, whether it was his mouth you were monopolizing or his ass, he liked it. An unsteady gait or a sore jaw he'd willingly take both as consequence for being yours as long as you needed.
"You're such a good boy," You murmured against his ear, he was pressed up against a fence this time. Your breath was hot on his skin and waged war with the cooling autumn air.
Sebastian can only nod, eyes shut and lips sealed as to not be too loud so soon. You'd barely touched him yet. His grip tightens on the fence nearly to the point his knuckles turn white. He whines wantonly as you nip at the column of his throat, knees shaking as your hands dip past the hem of his boxers.
You give a humming sort of laugh, "You're so sensitive." He squirms as you tease him, words snaking through him and sinking into him. They feel good. He registers them as a sharp pleasure, prickling across the expanse of pale skin.
"I am?" Sebastian managed, voice cracking with a type of lust he'd ensnared a very long time ago. A type of lust he was never allowed to explore with his friends or his dates because they wanted him to do the work in sex. He feels a slight discomfort as you press him further against the bars of the fence.
"So sensitive, shocked you haven't already cum." One hand rests across his chest, slid up under his jacket and popping each individual button. The other keeps a steady pace that keeps his knees weak and his struggle for balance strong. "But despite that, even though you're trying to put on a show and impress me by being so quiet and having so much stamina, you're still such a good boy."
A wrecked and untrained semblance of his voice spills our with a desperate, "Oh god." He slumps against the fence, knees rested on a bar and your front flush to his back. He's panting, breaths catching and inconsistent as he still tries not to moan.
"Go on," You urge like you're the devil on his shoulder, devious and sinister with sadistic charms to your speech.
Sebastian whimpers and mewls and even moans, he bit his inner cheek until it nearly bled to be a show off. To prove he can dominate, to prove he can have control, to prove a lie that you can see through. He's seeing stars now, they crowd out the corners of his vision as he lurches to the edge with a blend of words and touches.
You grip at his shoulder from under his shirt, nails digging into flesh and fabric rising past his midriff. He shudders at the sharpness in his flesh as you speak, "Cum for me."
And he does exactly as told. You can feel his breath hitch the moment before and then he's breathing harsh and desperate. Your name filters out between moans and breaths as he crumbles a bit more in your grip. It'd be a pathetic display if he were anyone else, dropping the reigns and handing them over so easily.
But you like it, someone so sure of himself breaking apart for you. Defiant at moments and with the physical strength for mechanical work. Sharp and distant and attempting to be mysterious with a dart always on hand. A billiards player whose never heard of defeat and is no condition to learn the concept. Yet he comes undone in your fingers so easily, like frayed fabric.
"Good boy," You murmur.
"Yours, your good boy." It's all his frazzled mind can come up with at the moment as he nods and shakes. He presses against you as you raise your hand to rest at his hip for support, "Oh god, Y/N."
You step back and help him not sway and tumble with his steps, "Aftercare time." You say it lightly, almost teasingly, but more out of care for Sebastian. You can't have your husband walking around in such a state, you gotta take good care of him, especially after making it known who makes him feel the best. Who caters to his needs and keeps him satisfied romantically and sexually in ways no one else has yet.
Sebastian groans softly as he follows you precisely, "Okay." He wants to curl up against you but he knows you have farm duty firsthand. Knowing that won't make him turn down whatever aftercare you have planned for him.
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I made some sprites and boss battle animations heavily based on the content made for the john loves you au by @zzoupz and @salmonandsoup . Big props to them for creating and expanding this au along with every other contributor who helped get my creative juices flowing!
I have tagged it but just in case !!FLASHING LIGHTS!! for the gif below
Details, ideas and ramblings on the sprites are below the read more!(I am warning you that it is long and that this is my first time posting)
All sprites are facing to the right and are supposed to be the walking downwards sprites.
John:
For John and Gary I just swapped around their bodies and kept their arms so that their silhouettes would be the same (or at least similar) to the ones in the Faith game. This made them a lot easier to design alongside the fact Zoup gave them distinguishable features (thank you!). The first sprite is John cloaked, second is uncloaked and third is his ‘action move’ like the one in game when he holds up his cross.
For his phase 1 transformation I like to think this is when Gary and Amy are properly kicking his ass and Buer does not like that so John starts to fervently pray to his “angels” to save him. They do but start to transform John as they feed off his fear of failing his “God” and of being killed by Gary and Amy. As the protagonists deal with the “angels” John escapes (to mirror canon!Gary’s fight and highlight John’s cowardice) and prays in his private sanctuary where he can directly speak to “God”.
Amy and Gary catch up, leading to John’s phase 2 transformation where Buer has had enough and directly possesses John at the peak of his terror, fully transforming him. You may notice in this transformation that John’s blood forms a cross, I did this because of ~symbolism~. The flashing yellow references when canon!John first received the golden cross from Father Allred in the Martin house when his faith was strongest. For swap!John he is literally being given the cross directly into his chest and his faith is also at its strongest, although it’s out of pure blind faith to his “God” from fear rather than it being a conscious decision. It’s kinda mocking the canon flashing but its use still means “John” is becoming stronger. Also, the reason the antlers move is cuz I read an interview with Airdorf where he said he liked to keep his demons abstract to allow the human mind to make it horrifying. I know he was referring to the shapes of the demons but I took it and made the antlers move to allow people to think “oh, are those antlers or bloody hands?” Clever, maybe, I dunno.
Gary:
I’ll repeat what I said above but I just swapped John and Gary’s bodies and kept the arms the same. I made Gary look like he was wearing a cassock, gave him his hat and cane and voila, it’s his first sprite. His second sprite is his ‘action move’ where he whips out his bible and leans on his cane. salmonandsoup said how the AU would be a two player game, I could see this being done by giving Gary and Amy individual strengths and weaknesses. Gary would be a slow mover but would be the only one able to fully kill demons with his biblical knowledge. Amy would be speedy and could hold items but would only be able to stun or ward away demons.
Amy:
Humans in the Faith game all have that stick figure look outside of Garcia and Allred who get to be a bit knobbly. This is why Amy has a pretty basic look but I gave her some knobbly-ness in her arms as reference to her canon design and attempted to give her some shoulder length hair, this is her first sprite. Her second and third sprites give light to the idea I talked about in Gary’s section where she would be the item keeper. These aren’t her ‘action moves’ though cuz I imagine her swinging the crowbar around and maybe lifting the lamp higher.
Lisa:
The first sprite is based off of canon!Amy and canon!Lisa designs. I gave her that hanging hair that canon!Amy has and used canon!Lisa’s skinny and less connected arms to inform the rest of her limbs to make her more demonic looking. For the second sprite I made it closer to Zoup’s design for Lisa, giving her more wild hair and clawed hands.
Miriam:
Another original look, I wasn’t too sure if she was a nun in this AU but gave her the mask that salmonandsoup mentioned based off of her face in her canon design. I decided to give her a nice grandmotherly silhouette, making her shorter than her canon sprite, giving her a bun and a nice dress to tie it together. Overall, just a sweet old lady with good posture.
Garcia:
The least inspired of the bunch. I just took the hooded design of canon!Gary and slapped Garcia’s arms on there. I gave him his canon colouring even though the cloak should be blue because his grey head did not mix well with the blue clothing in his second sprite. Sorry, Garcia, at least he looks kinda like the grim reaper.
Last thing, I promise! I thought about the themes that the swap AU game could explore that would contrast those made in the OG Faith game. The AU game could explore how limiting faith that is too extreme can be or how faith can become twisted compared to the originals message that through strong and pure faith anything can be overcome. These are ideas that salmonandsoup and vendettapandav have talked about I just think they deserve to be key themes.
#john loves you au#faith the unholy trinity#faith game#pixel art#pixel animation#flashing lights#tw flashing lights#I hope I haven't contradicted anything#or misinterpreted it...
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Realizing the whip animation played when Franziska got mad at Miles but not over his sprite and he didn’t react like he got hurt, meaning she cracked the whip at him but refused to actually hit him with it, unlike what she would have done if he was literally anyone else….. oh my god…………
#shut up. shut up. no one look at me.#she loves her brother… she loves him and she’s angry and the way she channels her anger is into violence….#and she refuses to hurt him…. she’ll threaten but she won’t hurt him…… oh my goddd#I need to lie down#farewell my turnabout what are you doing to me. I feel. I think I hauve covid.#ace attorney#franziska von karma#miles edgeworth
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A Non-Comprehensive List of "Foods That Don't Really Exist In Australia Compared to America" In My Experience Thus Far
(Some of these you can find at specialty US food/import stores if you're lucky though!)
Saltine crackers
Graham crackers
Yellow/orange mac and cheese. It is white-ish here, comes in a smaller quantity but costs more, and does not taste the same. I tried making it like I would back home and my partner said "This slaps!" but I thought it was kinda dreadful :x
Twizzlers. Okay a lot of American candies are going to be missing but this is the one that hurts me most. Like, oh no they don't have Mike & Ikes- who the fuck cares.
Funky ice cream flavours in tubs. Australia does ice cream treats really well, you are pretty much guaranteed delicious results if it is individually wrapped. But anything outside of basic vanilla (which tastes VERY different from any American vanilla ice cream I've ever had in my life), chocolate, and neapolitan in a tub is gonna be goddamn scarce. I have managed to track down mint chocolate chip and cookies & cream but they were gross. Anything more complex- think moose tracks, chocolate cherry chip, brownie, rocky road, cookie dough, etc- you are shit out of luck my friend because if they do exist here they come in specialty brand pints exclusively and they are at least $12 a pop, kys
Jif peanut butter
Breakfast or "country" sausages. I actually had no idea that was exclusively an American thing until I moved here. No one knows what I'm talking about and I just gesture helplessly when they ask for details because I don't know what's in those either! I've never had to think about it before! But I better find out 'cause it's time to start making them myself. Send help.
(Good) Mexican food, just as a whole -_-;
Root beer. For some reason they have Ginger Beer but not Ginger Ale and I swear there is a difference but it probably doesn't matter
Ranch dressing?? I'm a good midwestern girl what is this fresh hell
Cheez-its, cheetos, cheez whiz, goldfish crackers- most salty cheese snacks. Your average grocery chain like Woolies or Coles isn't gonna have these and it's a little weird.
Fruit snacks. Presumably because they don't have enough fruit for Australia to legally call them that. I have found some at Costco but that's about it. Side note, the Kirkland chocolate chips bag says "Great for baking and snacking" so they've manually put a plain white sticker with black text over it that says "Great for baking and cooking" :')
Egg rolls. Actually most Chinese American food which. Okay that makes sense now that I think about it but orange chicken my beloved... crab rangoon... egg rolls... They do have "spring rolls" but they are kinda shit! Korean food is everywhere though and it is goddamn delicious. Oh and you can get mochi ice cream 10 for $10 at Coles. There's limited flavours obviously but they have strawberry and mango and that is all that matters tbqh (black sesame is a 0/10, truly awful)
Fritos/corn chips. Tortilla chips exist but are more expensive than you'd expect, and the "Hispanic" section of the grocery store is like. A shelf. Bitches don't even have crema smh
Velveeta
Cool whip
Not a food but Tums or even really generic antacid tablets- I cannot find them anywhere
If we're including not-foods all of a sudden: cardstock.
Candy corn
Lemonade. Australians will insist they have lemonade but it is fucking carbonated!! I'm like no no it's not supposed to be fizzy, it's not like a Sprite. "So it's just lemon and sugar water...?" Yes!!! God!!
Specifically this type of noodle:
Almond bark
Maraschino cherries
Trail mix
And your reactions will vary wildly between "Eh. That's fair." and "Oh dear god, please tell me the US import store takes requests."
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Whumptober Day 4: Dead on your feet / Hidden Injury
‘Verse: Resistance
Story: Chewtoy AU, co-author @whump-sprite
Timeline: Connor is rescuing Ariadne
Motel
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“Oh my god,” says the woman on the front desk. “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” Connor answers. Ariadne’s piteous, ragged gasping gives the lie to his words. “She will be fine,” he corrects. “Just… exhausted.”
“She doesn’t look okay,” the receptionist argues. “I can call you an ambulance–”
“No,” Connor interjects sharply. He lays a hundred dollar bill – Canadian – on the counter between them. “Just a room.”
“I can have Marie drive you to the hospital –”
“Just a room,” he reiterates, “and no questions, please. We’ve come a long way.”
Another fifty dollars on the counter. The woman bites her lip.
“She’ll be okay,” Connor repeats. “I promise. All she needs is sleep. So give us a room, please?”
“Well… if you’re sure,” the receptionist allows, finally moving to book them into her computer system. “Would you like a double or a twin, Mr. …?”
“Miller. Jack and Sarah Miller. We’ll take a twin.”
“Okay. Well, you let me know if you need anything, okay? You won’t be a bother. It’s 237 to call reception, and the emergency services are 911 just like in the USA. If you go back the way you came and turn left at the end of the building, your room is on the right…”
The room is hardly secure, but Connor still feels a little better once the lock closes behind them.
His legs shake crouching down to set Ari as gently as possible onto the bed. She moans and shudders. Her fingertips grasp weakly at the sheets.
“We made it,” he tells her, even though her eyes are fixed on nothing and he’s not sure if she can hear him. “We can rest now.”
“M’sorry,” Ari whimpers between breathless sobs. “Ca-an’t, m’sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he tells her. “You did great.”
She relaxes a little at that, sinking into the bed clothes, and cries quieter.
She must be relieved to know she doesn’t have to go any further. Connor tries to think of that, and not of Riven’s voice crooning good girl, you did good.
Connor wants nothing more than to lie down on the other bed and rest. He aches head to toe, his legs are trembling with exhaustion, and his feet throb in his boots. But he owes it to Ari to take care of her first. It’s not like she can take care of herself as she is.
Water first, for both of them. They’ve drunk the last of the gatorade already. Connor presses the back of a hand to Ariadne’s cheek to feel her temperature – a little warm, but nothing to be worried about. She’s sticky with sweat and tears and she doesn’t make eye contact even with his hand on her face.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he promises. “You’re going to be okay.”
He peels her shirt – his shirt – off her unresisting body and starts unwinding the bandages. He doesn’t have enough to redo them without finding somewhere to get more, but they’re brown and yellow with blood and sweat and they need to come off.
Underneath, her ribs are red and purple and black, rising and falling erratically. Her back has bled into the fabric and he doesn’t try to prise it away from the scabs. It’ll come off with water.
Boots next. Connor’s fingers are numb with exhaustion, but he unlaces them carefully. When he tugs on the first one she moans with pain, and when he pulls hard enough to actually get the boot off her foot, that sound pitches up into an outright cry.
“Oh fuck."
Her sock is caked with blood, sodden with it. The foot is swollen. Ari’s voice tails off into a juddering whine.
“Shit, Ariadne, what did he do to your feet?” He peels the sock off as gingerly as he can.
“-- please –” Ari whispers into the covers “-- sir – please –”
“I’m gonna help you, Ari,” Connor promises again.
Without the sock, the swelling is more obvious. The skin is black and purple with bruising – where it’s not slashed open and bleeding. The cuts look like whip marks, all deeper at one edge than the other.
“Jesus Christ.”
He made her run like this. They didn’t have another choice, but… Jesus. He’s sorry for dragging her back to her feet all the times she tried to say she couldn’t carry on.
He’s more careful taking her other boot off. She still cries. Connor unbuttons her pants and eases them down her legs, then threads her feet through with painstaking caution.
“-- please –” she sobs.
“Easy,” he tells her, “nearly done.”
He gathers her into his arms – legs and back twinging with the effort – and carries her to the bathroom. Thankfully there’s a tub, and he lays her down in it, on her side with her butt against one edge and her knees against the other. She looks at him with bleary, teary eyes. Connor tucks a folded towel between her head and the edge of the tub, and she settles her face against it.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he tells her, “then you can sleep.”
“Mmnh,” she answers, which is at least some kind of acknowledgement.
He runs the shower head into the sink until he’s satisfied that it’s running warm, then he plays the water carefully over Ariadne’s shivering body. The rivulets run red against the white porcelain. The bandages peel away from her back as they soak through, revealing the angry crosshatch of wounds beneath.
“Is the water warm enough?”
“Mmh.”
There are places where the blood is streaked with pale infection, but all told it’s not too bad. Not bad enough that Connor is worried about letting her sleep before finding her a doctor. He washes the cuts out gently with the running water and – after scrubbing his hands – his fingers, and Ariadne doesn’t protest.
He’d rather not take her to a hospital. Not before he’s found a good lawyer, at least. The hospital will tell the authorities and the authorities could send them both straight back across the border.
He shuts the water off and wraps Ariadne in a towel to lift her out of the tub. Ari tries to cling to him this time, which has to be a good sign. She’s still shaking like a leaf and breathing in pained, choppy gasps.
He lays her down carefully in the bed, and covers two towels in her blood getting her dry. The motel can bill him for the cost of getting the blood out if they like. It’s not important. Ari watches with a hazy, uncertain gaze as he tucks a pillow beneath her swollen feet.
At least she is watching him now.
Connor’s starting to shiver as well, the sleepless night catching up with him. There’s a thermostat on the wall and he turns it up, but he can’t tell if the heater responds or not.
More ointment for Ariadne’s open wounds, and this time she doesn’t flinch from his hands. She trusts Connor that much at least.
“One more thing, then you can sleep.”
He tips another dose of antibiotics from the bottle into his palm, and shows them to Ariadne. She opens her mouth for them like an obedient child, so after a second of surprise he drops them directly onto her tongue. She swallows without asking for water. Connor gets her some anyway.
“Need anything else?”
She shakes her head no, just a twitch of motion against the pillow.
“Okay. Get some sleep,” Connor advises.
Ari nods and closes her eyes. A second later, she opens them again.
“... are you… gonna go?”
He was. There are things that need doing sooner rather than later. But Connor looks into Ariadne’s eyes and sees the fear there. He breathes out.
“No,” he says. “Not yet. I’m right here.”
He can stay until she sleeps, at least.
So he sits on the bed beside her, and fishes under the covers for Ariadne’s hand. Her skin is cold, but her fingers curl around his. Connor brushes a thumb back and forth across her knuckles, and she closes her eyes again.
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#whumptober2022#no.4#dead on your feet#hidden injury#oc#fic#my writing#verse: resistance#au: chewtoy#chewtoy!ariadne#connor thompson#what is chronological order I think I am allergic to it
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Things that happened in my friends’ and I’s Ace Attorney Playthrough Pt 10
Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 P5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9
Cast
Me
Friend 1: L
Friend 2: M
Friend 3: Mo
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(Beginning of Justice for All Case 2)
*sees Maya in detention center*
L&M: NOT AGAINNNNN!
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L/Phoenix: And where exactly did you hear about this case?
Me, without looking up from my computer: The tabloids.
*looks up and sees that Maya said the exact same thing*
Me: *surprised face*
M: You made like, a half-pog face.
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M&L spent several minutes debating the grammar of a typo and what would be a better fix.
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M: Fuckin’ Mother Gothel lookin’ ass...
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M: The Chaddening
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M: I love that face, it always reminds me of a fish
*The specific sprite comes up*
M: YEAHHH! FISH MAYA!
(Don’t question it...)
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M: Holy shit! That is literal magic!
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L&M: *losing their shit over the magatama’s abilities*
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L: Do we see Pearl more than in this chapter?
Me: *nods*
M: YESSSSS!
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(M currently voices Ini Miney)
M: So what accent should I use?
Me: Valley Girl.
*Later*
M: I’m loving this voice.
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M: Detective Cock Gumboo!
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M: We’re gonna call Dr. Gray “Dr. Dre” from now on
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L: How long are we gonna be investigating?
Me: I don’t know!
L: How do you not know, you played this game!
Me: Brain no work right now!
L: *Goes over and knocks on my head* Brain, please work.
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Pearl: Of course not! I ran!
M&L: *lose their shit*
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*sees Franziska for the first time*
M&L: Mommy?
Mo: She scares me!
M&L: That’s why she’s Mommy!
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L: She has a whip
M: Yeah, I was waiting for that to appear
*later*
L: Did she just whip him???
M: Oh my god!
#ace attorney#ace attorney justice for all#ace attorney playthrough#ace attorney liveblog#phoenix wright#maya fey#franziska von karma#aa#pw#liveblog
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( i think ur rly neat!! i like seeing u post both ic and ooc. i didnt have much of an opinion on rika before following u other than ough i want her gender shes pretty and now i RLY LIKE HER A LOT. ur icon edits also slap literally so hard but just saying. also i? love? pokemon ships between characters that dont meet in canon that just WORK and rika/grimsley is AUGH im kind of obsessed? ALSO ALWAYS VERY EXCITED TO SEE A FELLOW MMDER and u inspire me to wanna do that More because i always say i will and then i just dont. anyway this is totally on anon shh )
//*sound of crying over my ships I rarely get to write because my partners in Australia*
I LOVE RIKA/GRIMSLEY OKAY JFC HOLY FUCK IT WORKS IF YOU REALLY THINK ON IT
Also yeah jfc I want her whole aesthetic and gender so bad lol;; Oh my icon border was made by mallaacht/ladylvck actually!! The triangle one I mean, but thank you!! She did such a fantastic job with it and the little Rika sprite that I adore. I'm the one slotting the pictures into the middle tho.
I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THIS THO SFHKL THANK YOU SO MUCH
Also yes jfc I wanna make more MMD's but they take literally so much time despite just plugging in assets for the most part... Unless it's Diva motions and I have to go in and fix Rika's mouth because her model is JANKY AS FUCK
One day i'll fix that gods forsaken ponytail... One day... One day you will flow like hair and not a projectile whip any time you come in contact with her face or a flat surface.
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Returning, Part 1
Moro'a returns to them far from hale and whole, but alive.
Warrior of Light & Scions of the Seventh Dawn. CW for serious injuries.
Upcoming vignettes on each of the Scions' relationships with my WoL as he recovers from the final battle. Order of writing to be determined by voting on Twitter or a picker wheel lol. Oh and major Endwalker spoilers, inevitably.
The dread silence of waiting stretches its skein out for well over a half-bell, each bated breath a torture for the Scions. Alisaie, barely holding in her fear and terror, knuckles white over the railings of the ship as Alphinaud stands beside her, his lips quietly moving in prayer as he had never prayed in seventeen summers.
The rest keep the faith in their own ways as they fight through their frustrations, their fears. Even the Loporrits, so spritely and determined, are not immune to the hush, save for the occasional nervous glance or muttering amongst themselves. The Ragnarok’s engines and beeping sensors preside over their collective vigil.
Where are you?
The Final Days are over – this they well know, the news heralded by the arrival of Meteion herself, bright and blue and full of hope. When she’d said that Moro’a was right behind her, they’d exhaled their worries and shared smiles, looking forward to seeing their dear friend return to them at last.
Only he hadn’t. As to what could possibly be taking him so long, they have an inkling – the reading that had flashed past their ship, so unexpected as to beggar belief. A large, winged creature, Livingway had declared, akin to a wyrm but not in whole. A primal? It hadn’t taken the Scions long to decipher his identity.
They cannot reach him, cannot aid him. Shame and anger curdle the air, unspoken but heavy on their shoulders all the same. They had passed Hydaelyn’s test, survived everything thrown at them till the final reckoning…only for the Endsinger to swat them away as effortlessly as a behemoth would flies! And so Moro’a had saved them, yet again. Whisked them to safety with one last brave, dear, foolish act: bearing, as he always had, the burdens that no one else could. Would that they could be with him now, in what might very well be his hour of need…questions and anxieties trail after the silence, the air too fragile to hold their existence.
He would fight until his last breath; this they know, have always known.
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Silence.
And then the pulse of teleportation magick shatters it like glass; every head whips towards its source.
“Is that–”
“Gods, he’s–”
“Moro’a!”
Thancred reaches him first, already turning Moro’a’s collapsed body as gently as he can. Their friend’s eyes remain shut, and he does not stir, not even as Alisaie cries out at the sight of his battered form.
“Can you hear me?? My friend, say something!” G’raha calls out, ears pinned back in distress as he takes in Moro’a’s injuries. Blood has left the fabric of his robes more red than white, stemming from an uncountable number of wounds. “To Sharlayan. Now!” he shouts at the Loporrits; to their credit they respond without hesitation, and the Ragnarok is en route home, speeding across the stars.
The soft glow of healing aether shines forth from not one, but five different hands as the Scions kneel around Moro’a. But the deathly pallor of his face paints a grim picture, and it soon becomes obvious that they’re labouring to save his life.
It’s teeth-gritting work. For every wound they close, another continues to bleed. Five, maybe six minutes in, Moro’a jerks upwards as he coughs out blood; the Scions hold him steady, but Alphinaud’s resolve is the first to crack. “We have to…he can’t…” he blubbers, sparking a snarl from between Alisaie’s teeth. “We are not letting him die!” she insists, holding the back of Moro’a’s head up with her free hand even as she forces the magic from her fingertips to flow faster.
“Keep going! ‘Tis not over yet.” Y’shtola knows something is holding Moro’a’s life within his frame – a spell, though it’s like nothing she has ever seen. Dark, spiked tendrils of aether weave through Moro’a’s injuries like arcane stitches, halting a significant portion of the bleeding; it raises the hairs on her tail, but she has no cause to question its presence if it’s helping him stay alive.
They mend Moro’a’s fractured bones, knit the tears in his flesh. The Warrior’s heartbeat creeps up and down, a wavering tempo that’s as much an indication of near-death as it is of life. The faintest spots of colour seem to return to Moro’a’s face, but it’s taking far, far too long, and Alisaie chokes back a sob.
“You can’t leave us, not like this!” she wails. “If you do, I’ll never forgive you…so open your eyes and get up!”
“Oh, if you absolutely demand it.”
The Scions freeze in place; the voice that speaks to them is Moro’a’s, and yet it isn’t. The eye that cracks open to scrutinise them is as yellow as the low moon.
“I’d hoped for a warmer, aghh, welcome, though I…suppose most of you have yet to be acquainted with me.”
Estinien reaches for his lance, but Alphinaud holds him back with a raised hand. “Esteem,” he says softly, eyes wide in bewilderment. “It’s you, is it not?”
The shade grunts in affirmation, wincing as they turn their head to properly face the Scions. “Call me whatever suits you: Esteem. His alter ego. Our better conscience.” Their eyes narrow. “Gave yourselves up for our sake, eh? Wagered that his grit would win out against his despair?” they growl in bitter notes.
Urianger presses his hand over his heart, looking truly remorseful. “Pray forgive us our oft-repeated perfidy. Though it was for the greater cause, our acts of sacrifice were performed in full knowledge of the considerable anguish it would bring to thee and thine,” he laments.
The shade closes their eyes, sighing. “He’ll forgive you. We always have, in spite of all my arguments. So by the goddess, don’t give him a hard time for having done the same.”
“We won’t.” There are tears in Alisaie’s voice, but at least she’s smiling. “I promise we won’t. And we’ll be there for him, when he wakes up. Every step of the way.”
A smirk. “...Good.” Esteem leaves Moro’a silent once more, and the rise and fall of his chest an ilm or two steadier. Holding on to hope, the Scions watch the onrush of passing galaxies as the Ragnarok carries them safely home.
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Oooh, OP your poll has sparked many thoughts. I had to actually think about it for a second, and in the end, you've got a point, it all comes down to Team Rocket and Plasma 2.0. The thing about the other teams is that they're honestly, kind of soft. In the murder department that is. They may be organizations capable of summoning or capturing Legendaries, but what kind of battle are we looking at? A Pokemon battle between grunts? Team Rocket is getting sweeped, I'm sorry. I had more trouble fighting Team Aqua in my run. Raticate with Hyperfang is a monster though.
Judging by your comment, if it's an honest FIGHT between organizations? TR has been around longer. Aether Paradise, despite it's dark side, are still just employees at a conservation center. The UBs won't help them, the protag caught them all. Magma and Aqua nearly destroy the planet, but they won't be pulling a move like that against their rival gangs. They're the only group that was remorseful and tried to help the protag too. Cyrus is still lost in the distortion world, rip. Kudos on having admins of your own, but neither of them far as I recall (having never played Sinnoh games but I haven't heard about any crimes of theirs from fandom yet asides from bombing lakes) come close to the Rocket admins, they've got a Proton for Arceus's sake. He had a whole crew of grunts armed with knives deep in a cave chopping off Slowpoke tails to sell on the black market.
Team Plasma may have Ghetsis down for murder and some mean people that stuck around with him, and actually succeeded in terrorizing Unova and freezing the place over for a bit and trying to kill the protag, but his grunts would CRY if they faced Rocket. We've actually SEEN how mean Rocket grunts can get in anime specials, in killing Marowak, in their grunt sprites carrying whips and MAYBE tasers if I'm not mis-remembering another source. Oh you've got Gene splicing tech? So do they, they created a whole ass Legendary. They held Sliph scientists hostage for research, caged up countless Pokemon in labs and casinos, took over a Radio tower with more hostages, forced evolution tech to lead to rapid Magikarp evolution into angry Gyarados, imagine if they unleashed that onto the ocean? I've seen a fic where 100 of them sunk the S.S Anne in honestly that most wild Rocket scheme I've seen to date. Oh yeah they also took the S.S Anne hostage.
There are so many implications of other shit they had involvement in, in dark Kanto war AU theories. the DANGER of Giovanni hiding his identity for years while all doing all sorts of crime bureaucratic stuff in the background, that general shady jazz of making deals with crime bosses, messing up, and getting "vanished" ok so maybe too much fic influence goes into this, but LOOK Victreebel and Golbat are such murder Pokemon. Interpol and their literal SWAT Teams that were sent to find them in the Pokemon Generations Special? the super cameras they use catch images of their agents? feels like a movie damn, these guys are legit. what's Plasma, but a wayward religious cult aiming for dictatorship? where your grunts are wishywashy and half of them leave in the sequel, while Rocket grunts are loyal to their boss? you sweet talked citizens into releasing their pokemon? they lured gullible trainers in with nugget bridge, people down on their luck in the slums of society, bullied a whole town, disrespected a grave site, pushed people down the stairs, another hostage in Mr. Fuji, threatening hostage meeting with Silph boss before bombing the first floor and escape helicopter in Origins, had suspicious history with the "good guys" in Kanto's government and big names. stole so many things. god just. fucked up crime list continues. Archer just casually discussing selling Cubone skulls when they evolve, the danger of Petrel's impersonations, Proton's anger issues + being their cruelest and scariest member, THAT is who Giovanni has chosen as TR's first line of defense, y'all getting fucked up. Ariana plays dirty (as double battle mechanics didn't exist back then, ganging up on us until Lance physically pushes her away from us bc he is also down for violence) and is just as willing to be vicious because TR is a WAY OF LIFE unlike Admins in other gangs who just grouped together with their boss for a single Legendary Pokemon purpose and changing the world, TR was built on crime. "I may have been around during the day, but now I'm doing my real job." dare I ask? all the dialogue of not going easy on children, on showing how mean adults can be, like yeesh. and of course, last but not least, TEAM RAINBOW ROCKET, cause Gio really gonna make all y'all other Team bosses his b- anyways, I probably missed stuff cause the list is extensive but you're right OP, Gio's got a gun.
anon. I love you dfhjmk,ljhgfds. I can't even add to this you've said everything I'm saving this forever
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My first story
I get up out of bed to find you y/n up in the bathroom curling your hair....hey baby...good morning....what are you doing...y/n says oh your awake breakfast is on the table and you put your iron down pulling me in cupping my cheek and begans kissing my forehead teasing me...Maria...I have to go sweetheart ....i look in your /color pupils / and let out a groan and sigh okay only if you promise to take me out tonight your so lucky I have to go to work .....you chuckle at my sassyness and agree ...a few minutes later after dropping you off at the gym I began going to the airport to catch my 2 hour flight I was able to catch it in time it was getting ready to fly out to the destination Orlando Florida for a house show i had been wrestling for a year in nxt we met at pacho roni's pizzeria last year Tuesday 11:08 PM 2027 I am In the tag team division.....so looking out the window in my window seat on the plane i sigh thinking of if i was gonna ever meet your parents the flight attendant began to catch my gaze as i turn slowly my head towards her ..ma'am would you like anything I will take a martini just one please ...as she brings it back I began drifting off in my mind drowning in thought as I stare at the clouds...here's your martini have a nice flight ...thank you ma'am flight attendant lady....I chug the martini within seconds not caring if anyone watched I was acting reckless once again ....before I can order another martini you pop in my mind so I stop...5 minutes In on that plane and i was desperate to get off I hated planes I hated flying I began to take a nap... then all of a sudden when I woke up I almost ended up in Japan luckily a man awaken me to take a selfie i was a little famous ....when I arrived I caught a cab stopped and got donuts apple cider and some McDonald's i ordered a medium fry a Sprite and the mcgrittle It was good too .....when i got to the show i headed inside to my dressing room saying hi to a few friends my friends who some were hall of famers askana, London del Reye , trish stratus who was here for a little while , Pete dunne, sheamus, and kairi sane my tag team partner liv Morgan running up to me hey...hey liv...oh my God is that donuts...yep...I began giving liv gluten free donuts with a Starbucks order of a small latte mixed triple extravaganza Glenwood with whipped cream caramel and strawberry syrup and sprinkles it was livs favorite....she began tasting it making sure it was just right.....yep the good stuff ...nothing but the best....production guy yells liv Morgan Maria Kelly you guys are up soon against Dakota kai and aliyah ...I yell shoot...as I began running towards the costume designer jessie she helped me with my gear she just designed for me as Charlie demesiõ helped with my makeup and hairstylest kayleey put my extensions in just a little extensions...then ran back to liv Morgan we held hands telling eachother we got this and how awesome we both we headed out to the ring after livs cool entrance then It was my turn i take a deep breath as i hear my fans scream Kelly !! Kelly!! Kelly!! I put on a smile then go out and do my entrance i greet my fans and get in the ring winking at y/n as you are clapping and cheering for me I get in the ring on the rope as i hear the bell ring liv vs aliyah pops off I clapped for liv to show support and love once aliyah hit liv with clotheslines after clotheslines I distract the ref giving time for liv to get up she attacks aliyah ripping out her extensions she tags me I put aliyah in the corner i give her 2 chops and breaks skin i began tiring her out with the fans trying to encourage aliyah to tag out when she got up gaining momentum i slap her as hard as I can putting her in a submission hold wearing her out putting her in between the ropes pulling her arms back as she begans to tap In excruciating pain I cheer as the ring announcer says and your winner is liv Morgan and Maria Kelly I hug liv as we celebrate I go to ringside and kiss you as me and liv leaving the ring going backstage happy as hell pt2 coming up
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warm ♡ sjy
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.
pairing ♡ jake x afab!reader (any pronouns but has a coochie) | softdom!jake | sub!reader
slice-of-life!au bestfriend!jake
genre ♡ crack-ish, smut (literally pwp), fluff, implied pining
warnings ♡ smut, unprotected cockwarming, subspace kinda (reader is really out of it lol), bulge kink, kind of impreg but not specified, cursing
summary ♡ chilling with the guys during a movie leads to you and jake being more touchy under the covers (the boy is whipped for you, you're just oblivious).
word count ♡ 2.5k
author's note ♡ pls this is just smut (not filthy but very much smutty)
"oh my god actually step on me," jake mutters, casting a glance in your direction, seeing your pajama shorts ride up your asscheeks as you stand up. "fuck."
the boy was struggling to control himself these days, particularly as you always dressed so comfy around him, and at that you were always pretty. jake was convinced you didn't feel for him the same way he felt for you, after all you were friends with his six friends too, and very friendly with sunoo. your best friend aside, he knew he had no chance against the one and only park jongseong. you and jay had met through jake and quickly warmed up to each other, but jake always felt a little insecure because of that. he knew you loved him, but how far did that love reach in your heart?
his friend on the left side of the couch turns to him with a whisper-yelled hiss, "for god's sake sim jaeyun, just confess already!" heeseung feels like facepalming, but opts not to make a fool out of himself, well, more than jake is anyway.
the aussie throws him a sharp glare but immediately grins when you make innocent eye contact with him from the kitchen island. you watch jake as he turns back to the guys, only to lean in to them before muttering something you can't hear. jay offers you an ice pop and you gladly take it before digging through the fridge with him for the drinks.
"you know too much, i knew i shouldn't have told heeseung anything." jake huffs, angry and heeseung feels a dramatic eye-roll coming. "shut up, they're coming back."
once you and jay take your seats next to each other, with him and heeseung on your right, you relax yourself over jake on your left. he holds your thigh as you half lie on his side, sucking at your ice pole. "what drinks did you get?" he asks, tracing delicate patterns on the skin of your upper right leg that's hooked on him.
"just some coke, we didn't pick up any sprite at the store." you mumble, cuddling into him further. jake begs whoever is up there that if you happen to stay in this position any longer (which he desperately wants but tries not to show it), he doesn't pop a boner. his eyes are squeezed tightly shut as he tries to keep his hormones at bay.
your chin rests on his shoulder as you admire his side-profile. he is very very pretty. lips drawn to his cheek, they lightly press there and he feels himself flush and opens his eyes. you're normally quite cuddly and touchy with him so he feels like he shouldn't react, but he can't help his heart.
"you okay bubba?" he asks again, looking at you in his arms, all cute.
"yeah, I missed you lots 's all." you tell him and he melts right there. you finish your ice pop and rest the stick on the coffee table next to you.
"jakey's missed you too, bubs."
whenever he calls you ‘bubba’ or ‘bubs’, his favourite nicknames for you, which are unironically also your favourites, your heart jumps.
jake feels jay's gaze on him at your sudden display of affection, and even has the audacity to smirk at the scene, shaking his head. jake throws him a glare.
"are we watching netflix?" heeseung asks, sunghoon guzzling down a whole can of coke in one shot beside him, nearly choking in the process.
"yeah." jay affirms, pointing the remote at the tv as he flicks through the options.
you feel jake pull you even closer to the point your head is resting in the crook of his neck. "you're so warm," you mutter.
He bites his lip, heart already beating out of his chest at your words. "warm enough?" His arms encircle you and stroke the soft skin of your arms calmingly.
"could be warmer I guess," you cheekily grin, thoughts rushing around what could happen if you were to say something more risky. "but you're always perfect." you whisper and jay almost gags, miraculously overhearing everything. your couple-esque relationship with jake was clear as day, and only you and him thought it was simply a clingy best friends dynamic.
"cuddle closer, bubba." he tells you, "you shouldn't have worn such short shorts if you're cold." he chastises, eyes glowing, reflecting the chick flick Jay had chosen that was playing on the tv.
"if you're here to warm me up, it shouldn't matter what I wear." you snuggle in to whisper in his ear. "if anything at all."
You momentarily think you crossed a line when you feel Jake freeze under you, the soft movements of his hand on your arm stopping.
"what are you saying bubs?" he questions you, looking at the side of your face incredulously. his earlier efforts to not get a tent in his sweats are definitely going in vain at this point.
you shrug, opting to watch the movie before you embarrass yourself any further. jake obviously just considers you a friend and if he questions your advances, it's going to be awkward and you'll definitely fuck up your friendship - at least that's what you thought.
"I asked you a question bubbles and I want you to explain what you said to me." he murmurs into your ear, hand going to rest on your hip softly.
you gulp, adding a soft smile to put off the change in tone his voice took. "you're just warm and cozy jakey, that's all,"
jake swears he nearly pulls you onto his lap when you continue, "you make me feel good whenever we cuddle. so warm."
"oh really?" he gulps, biting his lip. "you wanna sit on my lap, darlin'?"
fuck. so this is the turn the conversation was steering recklessly towards.
you pout and nod your head, heat gathering in your belly at the use of the term of endearment. "yeah please jakey."
at that, he manoeuvres you to straddle him and he moves the both of you to sit sideways on the couch so you can watch. jay relaxes further into the couch, opting not to disturb you guys' romantic moment by focusing on the movie wild child playing.
you whine and bask in the warmth that is your best friend, cheeks heating when jake reaches to the side and covers the both of you with the duvet heeseung brought from his room. his hands find their way to your ass and he rests his palms there, fingertips just a few centimeters shy of the hem of your shorts.
jake's boner is prominent through his sweats and you feel it press into your clothed pussy. "feel good, bubba?" his tone of voice shouldn't be as sweet as it is.
"wanna sit," you almost beg him, your wide pleading eyes looking into his. they reflect pure adoration and a hint of lust when his lip quirks, mock-seriousness overtaking his tone. "sit where? you're already sitting, bubbles." The movie is loud and you're glad nobody can hear your conversation, letting a relieved sigh, that could be mistaken for a desperate one, escape your lips.
"wanna sit on jakey's cock." you mutter when you lean into his ear, cheeks burning.
he nearly groans aloud at your blunt statement, and he thinks of course you can make it simultaneously hot and oh-so cute. he has to cover his mouth with his hand to restrain himself from making any more suspicious noises.
jake's fingers fall to your pretty lips, parting as he eyes your pink tongue.
"ask nicely." his own tongue then finds his bottom lip and he habitually swipes once to wet it. your eyes follow the seductive movement.
"please please can I sit on your cock jakey?" at this point you're genuinely begging and jake nearly melts for the nth time tonight. "of course bubbles, be quiet for jakey okay?" when he whispers those words, his hands on your ass move further into the hot wet material on your pussy and you mewl at the contact his fingers make when they find their way under it.
"fuck, so wet already, huh?" he asks, swiping over your slit before sticking a single finger in fully knuckle-deep and massaging it in and out of your hole. you relax and tighten rhythmically when he presses another finger inside. "who are you ruining your panties for, bubs?"
"I'm wet for you jakey, so wet. please bubba." returning his nickname for you on him, your head returns to his neck
jake's fingers move out to give that pretty bud between your folds some much-needed attention and he wishes you were alone so he could play with it a little longer. he presses into your clit softly, listening closely to your laboured breaths and airy whines, hardening in his boxers at the gasp you let out into the crook of his neck and shoulder. his fingers are working at your little bud, throbbing and cute under the soft and thin material of your shorts.
you watch as he moves his digits up over the duvet and sucks your wetness off of them. With a groan he whispers, "so fucking tasty, bubba." And eventually finishes prepping you, pulling himself out of his grey sweats, fully and painfully hard at this point. He loves the desperate look on your face, the way you begged and pleaded to be stuffed full of him, utterly shamelessly in front of the others.
his tip is at your pretty hole, which winks in desperation to be filled. jake almost passes out, feeling suddenly lightheaded when you start to slide down, the walls of your pussy sucking him in immediately. you stop halfway and groan in his ear as he already begins to painfully stretch you out despite having been prepped so thoroughly. "so big, jakey, can't fit - help please."
he internally dies once again.
jake's hands are at your hips and he mutters nothing but praise into your ear, mentally grinning to himself. "good baby, so so good for me. perfect, warm, pretty and creamy for me just to slide in." he nearly thrusts in deeper but keeps his composure under lock. "relax bubba, jakey's gonna help his baby, okay?"
he inserts a finger in alongside the first half of his cock and hisses at the tightness. No wonder you struggled to slide down fully as soon as he pressed in. and yet, despite waiting all this time to finally have you to himself, to be able to finally take care of you and love you just the way you deserve, he swears he's never felt this good before - just the knowledge that you'll be sitting on his cock for two hours straight gets him foaming at the mouth.
you start to relax and the remaining inches slide in with your desperate effort. "hmmm so good, s'full jakey."
jake groans in your ear, feeling you clench as you try to adjust to the size and stretch, his girth probably the thickest you've taken. "so good for me bubs." he whines, hugging you closer and making you sit all the more on him, feeling him at the deepest point of your cunt. the head of his cock nuzzles your cervix with a deep ache and you nearly cry out from how good the searing pain and utter fullness feels. finally having him so close, warm and deep inside.
jake sits bottomed-out and heavy in your stomach, the feeling of which causing you to release a whimper. "so big, jakey i love it deep like that, feel s'full."
there's a little bump just under your bellybutton where his cockhead is nestled in, and jake is breathing harder than ever. He moves his hand down to the bump and presses his fingers over it lightly. His bottom lip finds its way under his top teeth as he watches himself twitch inside you.
"stay still for me bubby." he cuddles into you. "so tight sweetheart, gonna be good for me, yeah?"
"so so good - I'll be so good for you jakey." you whisper.
"gonna cum without me moving, angel?"
"gonna cum so fucking hard," you whine out into his shoulder, almost crying at this point, embarrassed that you're this far gone and he hasn't even fucked you yet.
"come for jakey, cream my cock and i'll fill you up so good." he promises, not even slightly focused on the movie. "you'll be full of my cum bubba, all swollen and creamy, perfectly bloated belly filled with me." he adds, your clenching has him seeing stars.
his words drive you off a precipice, and with a final throb and overwhelming feeling of fullness with a painful yet delicious dulling stretch from jake's fat cock, you shiver in his hold as you orgasm.
jake holds his pleasure despite nearly being knocked off a similar edge, wanting to fill you up later when the guys return to their rooms. he strokes your head and holds you close through your haze and dizziness.
heeseung stands up and over the yelling of the characters in the movie, yelps his words. "i'm tired, and I have a gym sesh tomorrow so I think I should get to bed." he turns back quickly, pointing at you on top of jake. "make sure you two get to sleep, okay?"
jake nods, forehead sweaty, watching the others nod and leave for their rooms too, until it's just him and you.
he feels himself throb while still inside you, ready to combust from this entire situation alone.
"you want jakey's cum, sweetheart?" He manages to smirk into your neck, already lightheaded. he's had his fair share of sexy moments with other people but this - this right here - really takes the biscuit. your warmth, both internal, external, metaphorical - whatever - is what he basks in. jake loves how you let yourself be so vulnerable with him, you trusting him to make you feel warm and safe and good and him trusting you to be good for him.
you feel your best friend twitch inside you as he holds the pressure in his abdomen. Jake waits patiently for you to respond, finally being able to be alone with you, being able to kiss you and keep you safe.
"yes please," you whine, "please please fill me up with your cum jakey." he feels your pussy clench again and that's all it takes for him to release.
his thick brisbane accent comes through with a sensual, "okay bubby, that's it, take my cum." he groans with a hiss as he spurts his seed into you, watching with hooded eyes as you mewl and bask in the warmth seeping from his tip.
he stays still inside you and presses a soft kiss to your puffy, bitten lips. once, twice, thrice. "so good for me," he pants, watching you in adoration, nearly combusting a second time when you respond eagerly to his kisses. "wanna stay like this darlin'?"
"yeah - keep jakey's cum inside me, not wasting a single drop." you mutter, relaxing into his form.
note - I was scared to post this lol. i think likes get to you when your first proper post does well 😌. i'm also not adding anyone from the svt taglist on here just in case they don't want any enha haha
jake never felt better, and neither did you.
© sunnyjae 2022
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Abandoned By The Altar
Part 2; When you grow older.
Vibe Here
A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc’s bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young.
Pairings -> Diluc x Reader, Kaeya x Reader if you squint (All young at the first parts)
Word Count -> 8170
Themes -> Initial Fluff, Angst, Fluff again
Series -> #Bonafide Specials (100 followers event) Part 1 Part 3
Warnings -> Character Death, Slightly suggestive themes
Diluc's heart almost leaped to his throat when he had finally seen you, found you, now conversing with the new member of the family his father had adopted just yesterday. Kaeya, was his name. He looked peculiar, and older than him too.
Despite your spritely aura, he noticed his now brother still wary and even tensed at your presence, so the younger boy finally made his way over. The training sword bouncing against his hip with every step, he made his way next to you, offering a smile as he gestured to the blunette. "I see you've met Kaeya, he's my new brother, he entered the house yesterday."
Your lively eyes that was wide with happiness from finally seeing Diluc now held a hint of wonder as it landed on Kaeya, a toothy grin presenting itself on your face. The blunette can't help but blink, "Hello there, big bro Kaeya! I'm (Y/N), my mother and father are good friends with Master Crepus!"
You offered a handshake and he took it only a second late, handshake light yet tight. "Oh! I'm also Diluc's financee." Fiancée, Diluc corrected again as your hands part from each other. "Yeah, that."
Kaeya's only visible eye suddenly flew wide open as he chokes on air. Did he hear that right? These two children in front of him, years younger than him, already fated to marry in the future. What kind of customs does Mondstadt had, he warily thought in the back of his mind as he watches you two interact.
What a sad life it must be to be forced to something like that so early, he thought to himself before he saw you reach out to Diluc's hand. And the redhead, upon noticing this started to remove his used and dirtied glove, before catching your outstretched hand easily.
Kaeya only watched with an uneasy smile. He supposed this is something he needs to get used to if he wants to stay.
And oh boy, it's not something he's gonna get used to easily, the skeptic boy thought as he found himself getting dragged around by the Winery by you. You were touring him around and inside to places he had yet to see, entering rooms that normal people probably had no access to. You knew the Winery as if you had a map on you, and he supposed he expected this much if you were that close to his... brother.
"Were you," the innocence of your eyes as you whipped your head up to look at him hurt his heart over how in contrast it was with his, "forced to be together with Diluc?"
You let out a scandalous gasp on which Kaeya had to stop himself from snorting. "Why, no! I'm the one who even asked him about it," his snort turned into that weird sound again. "He's my bestest friend and I want nothing more than to be by his side always!"
F-Friend? God, Kaeya's head had been experiencing a numbing headache lately.
With his desire to be part of the Knights of Favonius, Diluc had more often than not, neglected giving you attention so often that it was a stark contrast to the closeness you two had before. And on days where he held his training sword, he'd realize just how he missed you and your imposing hugs.
But he wanted- no- needed to get stronger. He was blessed by the Gods with a Vision, and the weak are meant to be protected, and he can't let himself be the useless person he had been the day you were on the brink of death. Even if you hid it perfectly well and brushed aside the incident when you came to, he noticed how the veins in your hand were a more prominent shade of blue now.
How your fingertips get easily cold and how you always clung to the warmth his hand gives off as a result of his Vision.
When Kaeya asked about you, about his Vision, about his ambitions— he complied almost instantly, like a valve opened fully, all the answers Kaeya was seeking flowed out seamlessly like running water.
As the oldest out of you three, despite the fact that you'd all only knew each other for three days, Kaeya had already felt the urge to protect and be there whenever Diluc had busied himself with his justified training. He'd watch your lips turn into a pout as your redhead drag himself back outside with his sword and Kaeya would then distract you from your disappointment.
Crepus had been witness to this grand scheme for a while now, relieved that his new son had at least started coping with the new environment and interactions. But your presence had always astounded the people around you, and comforted those the same age as you. Despite being on the road and barely making lasting friendships, it was a mystery how you managed to entrance people like that.
"Diluc is just pursuing his dreams," the redhead, your uncle, started as he sat next to you by the benches. Boar Princess, he noted as you closed the book you were reading, opting to look up at him with those doe eyes again. "I know you must feel lonely, having to wait for him and everything. But he's doing it for you too, to protect you."
Your eyelids drooped in the implications and your lips pursed into a pout as you turned back to watch Diluc spar with his instructor. You sighed again before whispering under your breath, "But aren't we supposed to be together forever..."
You felt a big hand ruffle your hair, making you whine on how messy it was now. How old were you again? 11 years? Eh, should be enough. "Sweet (Y/N), being Diluc's fiancée doesn't mean you need to be around him everytime," he started talking about your promise and that had finally drawn your full attention. "You have your own life, Diluc has his path to be a knight. Sometimes what you want doesn't go the same was as he wants, and the same goes for him to you. But in the end you still are together, and still treasure each other."
The thought of having a daughter never really passed the man's mind in his whole life, he mused as he watched your beaded eyes fleet back to Diluc, before once again finding itself to Crepus with a firmer resolve. You wanted to learn more and it's time you finally understand the gravity of your promise.
Crepus placed down his cup of grape juice and turned to you on the bench. "You know your mother and father and how they're together, right?" A soft nod. "You two will be just like that, in the future together. Not always together but always end up coming back to each other, because your parents love each other always. Do you want to be with Diluc that way? Do you love and support him like that?"
Your button nose cutely scrunched up in contemplation and shortly gave him a vigorous nod with a wide grin. He grins back. "Good, thank you, I'm sure that Diluc too would support you in your dreams."
As if he had a sixth sense, the young master Diluc felt as if his name was being mentioned in important business as his eyes passes over the bench where you two reside. Sensing the distraction, his instructor finally allowed him a break, and the first thing he did was jog over to the two of you, "Father, (Y/N)." He watched you as you scrambled to climb down the bench, hurriedly taking off his dirtied glove to assist you down.
Crepus once again hid his smile behind his drink as he watched you bound over to him, the same fire in your eyes as you placed your hands on the child's shoulderd firmly. "Diluc, I love you!" You loudly declared before smashing your lips to his— Crepus spits his grape juice. "I'll support your dreams to the end-! Ahhhh, Diluc fainted! Uncle, HELP!"
The young master woke up a few hours later to you crying over and over, saying sorry for 'breaking him again.' Crepus and your parents were by the side, your mother's horrified face concealed by her hand after hearing what you've done.
Oh dear, the Ragnvindr thought to himself, my son is a sub.
Ever since that day, the people around you have started preparing you for your future of refinement and adulthood. You were no Vision-wielder unlike Diluc, and your handling swords were nothing to boast about. Your parents are businessmen and as their only child it would be you that will be inheriting and operating the work that they had built up, and so naturally that was the route you had to pick.
Your tutoring and Diluc's continuous training to get into Ordo Favonius made it hard for you both to spend more time with each other. Toys were replaced by books and swords, garden of Cecilias changed to libraries and training dummies.
Crepus, as a father and an uncle, alternates his time between you two. At times he'd be the one sparring with his child and grating the principles of knighthood to him, and on rare occasions that you were there, he walks you around as he talks about the wine industry and the operations of his business. Both of you started growing, separately, but there was a similar flame representing your spirit within both of your eyes.
Diluc entered the ranks of the Knights when he was 14, and Crepus was overwhelmed by the achievement his son finally reached, of the dream he once had when he was a child. In that same age range, you've also ended up making a name for yourself as the youngest business entrepreneur and economic scholar, your name and prodigy reached past Liyue...
And in your hands lay a perfectly white envelope enclosed with the insignia of Sumeru. The Academia invites you into a scholarship program once you turned 18.
Your whole family rejoiced at the recognition and the opportunity and you wept in tears of happiness. Finally, your young mind cried, you were finally something worthy to be next to Diluc instead of a normal person that can't be blessed by the Gods.
A party had been in order for both milestones, and more prestigious individuals from all over Teyvat were present. Something came up before the party that forced you to be late once again, and Diluc realized just how long you hadn't seen each other, more so spent time with each other. Kaeya stood next to him before nudging him with an elbow slightly, "What's got you so worried, brother? You shouldn't frown on your own party."
At the remark, Diluc stood straighter and fixed his frown. Why is it now that he was reminded of your promises and dwindled time? In the back of his mind, he realized just how much at fault he was for being neglectful. The spark you two had felt estranged and distant, feeling as tho things won't come back to the way they were.
The Court Marshal's booming voice suddenly announced your family name and the hall turned silent as everyone lifted their gaze to the grand entrance. Your bedazzled self stood there in your ombre dress, short sleeve matched with elbow gloves, and a resin Cecilia hairpiece holds itself on the crown of your head.
Diluc and Kaeya, and several other boys in the crowd gasped at your regal aura. Was this really YOU? The same girl that spit a grape on his hand/complimented a stranger's eyepatch? You stood with the poise of a refined woman and your face enlightened with a subtle artificial blush. Gone was your toothy grin and replaced with respectful smile as you made your way through the crowd.
Suddenly the nervousness came crashing back to the knight and he scrambled to pick himself up as the distance between you two shortened.
"Master Diluc," you curtsied and he inwardly doubled over at the formality, finding it almost detesting. "I'm glad to meet you again."
"(Y/N)," he bowed with a hand on his chest. "You don't need to be so formal."
The respectful smile on your face turned into a full-blown grin, the one he was used to, as you barreled towards him for a hug. Purely due to instincts and conditioning, Diluc was quick to catch you into his arms to reciprocate the hug. Disappointed gasps and whines echoed through the hall at the display, but they stood there in awe as they watched, for the rare sight of the young master's genuine smile was there for all to see.
As you two first danced the night away, it was finally brought onto everyone the fact that young master Diluc and young mistress (Y/N) were already fated together.
The ballroom parted to give way to you two as you chatted the missed times together, falling easily into steps while updating each other of the things you had done. It's true, you two may had gone your separate ways and lost time but in the end, you'll find yourself in each other's embrace.
The darkness of the knight embraces the winery as crystalflies dance by the vines and the surrounding grassland. The freshly signed contract made its way in between the pages of the personal journal before it was pushed into the luggage together with the packed clothes.
There was a thick silence in the room as Diluc continued watching with his lips tight, leaning against the doorframe. A tension was obvious, but it wasn't between you two, but it was also against you two.
Tomorrow at high noon marks your official departure to Sumeru now that you had finished your secondary education, at the prime age of 18. All things necessary had been prepared, a convoy of knights to guide you until you reach past the border of the continent, and in that security is Kaeya. Cavalry Captain Diluc had matters to work on in the capital, it was not his official job to officiate your leave. Even if he wanted to.
It was one of the instances, of the many, that being a knight had pulled him away from you.
"Something's on your mind, I can feel it," Diluc snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the ghost of your fingertips brush away the hair framing his face, cupping both of his cheeks like you've always done. He takes one into his hand, squeezing it lightly as he offers a small smile.
"So are you, your hands are trembling," and indeed they were. You huffed at being caught but recovered, pulling him into your room and on to your bed. There were numerous times when you'd sleep together on the same bed when you missed each other; you were both 8 that time, now you laid there as 18 years olds. The implications had him gulp while you seemed unbothered.
"Four years," you recounted as you flopped back on your mattress, the room you took for yourself in the winery ever since you arrived 10 years ago. "Maybe lesser, depending on how well I do."
"You'll do good," he assured as he kicked off his boots and climbed next to you, now laying on his side to face you. Your eyes fluttered shut with a sigh and he couldn't hell but blush at the way your eyebrows scrunched together with your pursed lips, "I believe in you."
"It's the longest we'll be separated, you can easily find another girl that would bother you enough to get you to marry her." You both snorted at the idea, before laughing in harmony at the joke.
"Mmm, I should be saying that to you. Scholars and prestigious men attend the Academia, they can easily sweep you away with their wits," he bit back and you laughed at the idea. How funny the predicament is, joking about getting stolen the same day you finally signed your arranged marriage contract.
Talks about anything and everything blew the night away easily. Diluc can see in your eyes that the nerves within you wouldn't let you sleep, and keeping him locked in constant conversation would prevent him from leaving. He entertained you this much, uncharacteristically chatty, as if repaying the four years that will go by without each other. And at the back of Diluc's mind, his worry of losing you in those four years started to manifest and cloud his thoughts into a fairly sensible doubt.
"Lulu!" He yelped as he felt a sudden bite on his cheek, reflexively pushing you down by the shoulders under him to suppress the assault. He was strong, you'd forgotten this new fact. As you laid sprawled under him as heavy breathing mixed in between.
You gripped the wrists of his hands that now stands next to your head to keep him there. His eyes were wide yet bashful. You called out to him again and it was almost a whine, asking him to tell you what's in his mind, what's worrying him and distracting him like this.
And he spilled all his insecurities, for every word that slipped past his lips, his heart relaxes while his eyes clenches. Somewhere in the middle of his rant, you had his cheeks captured in your palms again, to swipe at the tears that passes by. He worked his ass off to become a knight so he can protect you but you will be too far for his claymore to reach you, he wouldn't be there to hold your hand so you don't go off on your own and wonder to somewhere dangerous. And he wouldn't be there to bring you into his arms to remind that he exists, the one and only person meant to be for you.
Diluc doesn't know when he started falling in love, he doesn't know when he started wanting your company as a lover. But he knows there would be men that would look at you the way he does, easily captivated by your aura and your beauty. And if they were to take your hand, he wouldn't know. He wouldn't know when he had lost you, if he had lost you already.
Diluc was an honest man to you, and he was honest when he said he was scared to lose you.
"I belong to you," you started as your fingers softly pats his cute reddened cheeks. "And only you. I'll get a ring and don it on my hand to let the world know, I'll write letters to you as many times as I can so you'll know I'm still alive and yours." You pulled him closer, foreheads touching each other, as you stared at the red windows to his soul. He nods in agreement, slightly assured.
"I want to stay here tonight," somehow you urged the words out of him so easily everytime. The introverted boy you once knew stood on his own feet now, proudly, "Just so I don't forget you easily."
"I won't let you forget me at all," Diluc froze from taking off his vest when he saw you with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "Not after tonight." Oh boy.
It was the devil's hour when you twirled a strand of his untied hair, wild and curly, around your finger. Luscious and thick, silky yet unkempt. "Don't cut your hair," you mumbled as you leaned against his bare chest, sending a smile as you tilt your head up to see him chuckle, "It looks better long, I want it extra long when I come back!" He mumbles his agreement against the crown of your head.
When the sun rose high in the sky and the caravan was set to go, many of the servants of the Winery had expressed their congratulations and their good lucks to your new milestone. Your parents were more worried than not knowing their only child, nomad at heart, shall venture the world alone for four years away from them. You were crying angrily at how they made it so sentimental, forcing the waterworks out of you.
Crepus had already given his goodbyes and stood to the side with Diluc before the clock struck exactly 4 PM. The man's vigilant eyes however did not miss the fact that you and Diluc seem to lack the necessary sleep to power through the day, even tho half of it is already gone. How they grow up so fast.
When you found yourself bounding over to Diluc one last time, he took your hand ever so gently, still coming into terms of your departure. You only hum idly as he stares at your bare hands, before suddenly he presented two silver rings of infinity. You had to stop yourself from gasping aloud, "A promise ring, so that everyone in Sumeru knows there's someone waiting for you back home already." His red gaze averted to the side in fluster, gingerly sliding the band to your ring finger as he did the other to his own.
Home. Yes, Mond is now your home, and specifically next to him is where you belong. You shared your last kiss before Kaeya had finally called for the carriage to start ascending, on the dot. You peeked out of the carriage one last time as you waved your goodbyes to everyone, the silver band catching the light of the sun as it shines with promise.
Diluc wished goodbyes to you that day. And as he turns to his father to board their own horseback and carriage, he ends up losing two people on the same day.
Dearest Diluc,
I hope this letter finds you well. The Academia had been very accommodating ever since I arrived, there are a lot of people here from all over Teyvat, just like you had thought! I felt quite lonely and inferior when I entered but I've gained nice companions along the way and things became easy. With my exposure to our families' businesses, studies were actually easier than I expected them to be. There's been talks with the professors of me being accelerated half a year with my progress, it seems four years may not be accurate.
I've also gained myself a senior, a really kind and intelligent upperclassmen. His name is Cyno, a nice gentleman. He's been teaching me on weapon mastery since he's really good with a polearm. You use a Claymore, right? If I come back wielding a polearm, I want to spar! But don't worry about him, he knows of our betrothal and his boundaries.
How's being the captain there? I hope Uncle Crepus and Kaeya are doing well with you mostly in Mond's city now. It seems the Academia doesn't really receive letters for 'security reasons' hence why I haven't received any of your letters. But no matter, I'm sure you're doing far better than I am, you're much stronger and capable now afterall! Make sure to take care of yourself always, get some breaks and eat your meals! I don't want to see you so skinny and weak when I get back!
Forever Yours,
(Y/N)
There is bliss in ignorance. As you fold up the letter into the envelope, the door to your room echoes a knock before it softly opens to reveal your upperclassman. His gaze falls on the envelope on your hand in silent question to which you return with a smile and a nod, standing up from your study table as you followed Cyno out of the dormitories to the Academia's post office.
It had been a year since you left Mondstadt, a year since you've last seen Diluc, and a year since Crepus had died. Your parents, not wanting you to be distracted by the loss and dent your studies over such matters, opted to refrain from informing you of the grave news. It has also been a year since you started writing letters to Diluc and never received a reply.
"Time will go by quickly, and you'll be back before you know it," the Sumeru denizen beside you reassured you of your lack of correspondence and you offered a smile at his niceties. It doesn't worry you that Diluc wasn't able to contact you like so, you only wish that he was able to receive your little notes so he's reminded to take care of himself.
Yet as you pass the envelope to the postman, there was still an uneasy feeling on the back of your mind. You turn around with a curious hum, calmly and slowly scanning the grounds of the Academia before walking once again to catch up with your senior, clutching the silver ring close to your chest as you fell back into idle chatter.
Once you've disappeared behind the doors of your next class, a lone man stands straight on one of the tower's roof. The warm wind of Sumeru washes by him in a force enough to whisk away his hood, but he did not care. He did not care over the way his red hair spills all over his shoulders as it danced with the wind.
Diluc only heaved a sigh before leaping back into the shadows on his last day in the desert nation, finding no proper clue and heading to the next nation over. But not before stealing a freshly folded letter from the shelf of a certain post office.
Two years. Two years. Sumeru Academia sent you off on graduation with both striking awe and somber disappointment. After losing the prodigy Lisa, they were now losing you, the now renowned master practitioner of economics. You did so well, SO WELL in fact, that your four years stay ended in just two because of your numerous acceleration as a year in you're already conversing with the modern founders of the practice.
They wanted you to stay longer but you've had your fair share of knowledge and waiting. Everyone knew of your relationship predicament, understanding where you're coming from, yet to leave another prodigy to Mondstadt. It was unnerving for them, but your smile had been nothing but reassuring. You comforted those with the promise of correspondence and accommodation, if they so wish to find time and pass by Mondstadt in the future.
And hence you find yourself in Dawn Winery, your luggage and naginata as your only companion. You barged in like nobody's business and started looking around for anyone- Kaeya, Uncle Crepus, Diluc- yet no one showed up. Servants are scarce and almost non-existent, you were confused beyond comprehension.
A set of footsteps echoed behind you and you twisted around in excitement, only to see one of the higher attendants you still remember, Elzer. "M-Mistress (Y/N)! Y-You're ali- you're here!" You cocked your head to the side, unsure of how to take his slip up.
Ah, right, priorities. "Have you seen where anyone is? Kaeya, Master Crepus, Diluc? I passed by here first since it's on the way but I can't find anyone!" The gravity of the change gnawed at you from the pit of your stomach, and you nibbled at your bottom lip at the flash of emotions that passed his face.
"We're unsure where Master Diluc is currently, but Master Kaeya is in Mondstadt-" A lead! Diluc must be patrolling somewhere in the city anyways so you bolted out of the mansion, thanking the man before he can finish answering all your questions. As you left so loudly, in your wake the other servants were now aware of your presence, and the feeling of dread revives in the Winery.
Two years must have gone by longer than you expected it to be, this thought passed you as you went through the main gates of the City of Freedom. The knights that were usually on guard are those you've never seen before, and the people around you barely spared you a glance with no recognition. Even the ones stationed at the entrance of the Ordo Favonius HQ were completely new when you went over to ask.
"Have you seen- do you know where the uhm," you paused in remembrance, "The Cavalry Captain. Do you know where he is?" With how new they were, you figured Diluc would be known by his title instead.
One of them nods and pointed at the Cathedral, "Yes, Ma'am. He's just finished an expedition and are conversing with the healers in the church." Finally, an exact location! You thanked them and flew off once again.
And so you found yourself in front of the altar of the anemo archon, alone in the completely silent establishment. There were no whispers to guide you or people to tell you where he is, it was too quiet, and you were turning helpless. Offering your bow to the statue you turned to walk back down the aisle, only to see a familar figure staring at you as if you were a ghost haunting-
"(Y/N)?" You gasped and ran towards him.
"Kaeya! You're here!" You embraced him softly, careful of the confusing clothing and the hanging polearm on your back. He embraced you just the same, a hearty laugh masking the nervousness on the back of his throat.
"Aren't you supposed to come home two years later?" Kaeya inquired as he stepped back from the hug, suddenly smirking, "Or are you telling me you ran away from school?"
You smacked his arm with a whine at such a preposterous accusation, harder than you'd intended as you heard him wince. Oh goodness, your training with Cyno really made you strong. "Ahhh, no, no! I finished early because I was too good ahah, who would've thought!" The blunette let out a rare snort on that of which only spurred on your laughter.
The familiarity of another had eased the tension on your shoulders as you conversed freely about everything that had transpired for you, how things had been and- you've realized now just how tired you were from the long travel you'd gone through even tho you were used to such lifestyle when you were young.
After things had died down, you finally asked, "Where's Diluc?" And the twinkle of lax delight hardened at the question. He took a few seconds to start as his eye shifted left and right, and your knees were shaking from the implications-
And then he finally told you everything. The death of Crepus. Diluc giving up his Vision. Him disappearing for two year, without return. All the disaster that had happened the moment you left.
Your legs gave out as your knees hit the floor painfully, it will probably bruise later but you couldn't get yourself to care. If you hadn't left that day, would it have gone differently? Would you be able to make him stay? You should have been there to comfort him, to be by his side and yet-
Please tell me you're joking, you cried out so desperately to Kaeya who dropped down to gather you into his arms. But you knew better than that, he knew you knew better than that, so he didn't answer. And the altar behind you listened to the echoed screams and cries of a maiden abandoned by grief and love.
And Kaeya stayed for as long as you needed him to be. And in the back of his mind, a bitterness bit—
That should have been Diluc, holding you and comforting you.
That should be him, showing you where Crepus Ragnvindr's gravestone lies to pay your respects.
That should have been him who stayed.
It had been almost two years now since you've gone back to Mondstadt, almost four years since Diluc disappeared, together with him he took away your hopes and promises. The talk about your arranged marriage had become taboo to the people who still knows, but they don't comment on the ring that still lingered around your finger.
Besides finally taking over the business in Mondstadt (your parents had established one in Fontaine while you were away) and being pursued by scholars all over the world, you've been dealing with the pain silently and alone. Numbing soon. Every passing day with no news of him claws at the idea of him being alive even, and the thought sickens you to death.
It was one of those nights when you couldn't sleep and had decided to stroll around the city during the dead of the night to clear your head. Your parents had sent you a letter of recall to Fontaine, asking you to leave the business to the managers. They didn't exactly put it into words, but you knew your parents better than anyone: you should stop hoping he'd return, was what they wanted to say.
You rubbed your forearm as you continued your walk. It must have been your time with Sumeru that made you so vulnerable to the cold now, was your thought process as another chilly wind passed by you. And then you heard it—
An echoed cackle and a crackle of icicles.
The hairs on the back of your neck stood straight as you stumbled to the side, narrowly missing a flying icicle. Thank goodness Sumeru Academia required combats class, you thought as you darted straight through the alleys, the Abyss Mage hot on pursuit. This was the worst time to leave your freaking polearm at your house, you screamed at yourself as you vaulted over empty crates before coming out of another street.
“Look out!” A gruff voice shouted as a sudden wall of black? fire manifested behind you. You heard the icicle melting as it touched the wall and dissipated with it, revealing a figure cloaked in pure black. Back turned to you, the Abyss Mage continued its assault which was now focused on the intruder. And their clash started just like that.
You hopped back when another barrage of icicle rain was summoned. This guy had a Vision(?) but it was something you’ve never seen before, nor had encountered in your classes about the elements. You can’t leave him now, not like this, and so you picked up a slab of wood from a broken crate. Abyss mages have shields yes, you need to break that.
Without a moment’s hesitation, you leaped over the ledge that’s in level with the floating enemy (again, thanks for the acrobatic lessons) and brought down the hard wood over the mage’s head. It produced a sickening crunch as the shield broke under pressure as well as fall through and hit it square in the head! It dropped back to the floor momentarily, and it made you aware that you two were plummeting to the ground.
You pulled your limbs close and braced for impact- “Shit, I got you.” You felt something cold and thin wrap around your body before it guided you to the cloaked person’s awaiting arms, stumbling a bit at the weight. You grunted at the inertia before you met eyes with orbs of red within a shadow, it looked at you widely behind an owl mask(?) and you looked back with a squint. Who?
Your little moment was interrupted when the Abyss Mage started rising from the ground again, slightly swaying from the blow you hit it with earlier. In alarm, you quickly placed your feet down to stand, the chains around you easily slinking away back to the person’s cloak. The man then stands in front of you protectively, cursing under his breath, “You need to leave, it’s too dangerous.” There was a weird strain in his voice now.
This made you scoff, so loud and offended, that you felt the man be taken aback by your response. “You can’t even disable the shield in time,” you ignored the way he seemingly cringed back to this cloak as you stood next to him, slab of wood at the ready, “Don’t worry about me, I had lessons.” Now it was his turn to scoff but relented anyways, as if he knew well enough that you’re not falling back easily.
Batarangs flew from his cloak as it hit the Abyss on the arms and chest, screeching in pain at the unexpected attack. You rushed over and clubbed his hand that held the staff, kicking it far away when it was dropped. A chain then latches around its waist as it was pulled to the cloaked man, who delivered a quick kick to its stomach when it neared, sending it crashing to the wall.
That was so... exciting! You gasped at the thrill of the fight, slightly hopping and clapping at yourself as you smiled at the stranger with the widest grin you had mustered ever since you came back. His gait was tense when walked up to you, past you, in front of you as he looked around for any onlookers or dwellers of the night that had witnessed the commotion. “That was really cool, what kind of power was that? You look like you’ve done this multiple times before.”
You heard the most subtlest sigh when you were sure you whisked away his attention, slowly he turns to his side but not sparing you a direct view. From what you can tell, he wore a LOT of black under that black cloak. “You shouldn’t have stayed,” he started with a sigh as he finally turned to you fully, “Who knows what could have happened-”
“WATCH OUT!” You shoved him by the shoulder as you threw your slab with a force so mighty it broke the face of the mage, immediately disintegrating into ashes and dissipating with the wind. Under you your companion grunted from the pain of being thrown to the floor, and when he looked up, he was scrambling to catch you again.
The icicle impaled through your thigh coaxed out and coated with blood as dark spots danced on your vision from the pain and blood loss. The man pulled you up against his chest, hushed whispers of panic begging you to stay awake as he was wary of the shrapnel still in you.
But you were stubborn. And so you fainted.
The next day when you awoken in your bed, the night before would have easily been passed off as a fever dream if not for the bandaged injury on your leg that had you immobilized for days. When the citizens of Mond finally got a hold of you and asked about the incident, you gave them as much information as you could about your hero,
“He was an unknown hero that appeared at the dark of the night.”
Days passed by and you heard rumors in passing of the one named Darknight Hero. The name made you facepalm.
The faithful day happened three weeks after the encounter with the "Darknight Hero" when you finally recovered from your injury, able to walk around and do your daily rounds of work and deliver the paperwork of the margins of the sales and cost-effectiveness of your family's business in connection to Angel's Share. You had prepared so many documents all hailing from your numerous studies in the Academia, graphs and studies of the data Elzer had expertly combined for you lay in your arms in a bundle of folders.
The tower had to be carried by two hands, and you grunted as you bumped your bottom against the thick door of the tavern, using your hip to swing it open with mighty force. "Ugh, Charles, here's all the economic reports I finally finished after three week-" if not for the man himself, the floor of the tavern would have turned into a sea of papers as your fingers trembled and slackened at the sight.
His towering build, the thick main of red hair, it's all him. The moment the weight from your arms departed, you immediately stumbled over to him, eyes wide and mouth open to call out to him, "Diluc-!" But he flinched away from you instead of meeting you halfway through. And that slight movement halted you in your tracks, eyes wide with horror and pain from the rejection.
Diluc's eyes widened at the change, his gaze passing at Charles before back at you, reluctantly gesturing at your bandaged thigh he spoke, "You should be careful with that injury, don't want it to open up." His voice had a rough edge to it now, deeper yet still veiled with velvety smoothness.
"You're here," your disappointment from earlier was changed from the enlightenment of the situation. His jaw tightened at the sight of the tears that started falling from your eyes, "You're alive!"
Forced away by Charles with the promise of taking over the tavern for the day, you and Diluc took a stroll around the city. Enthusiastic of catching up, you talked endlessly about your years in the Academia and the last two years that you had stayed in Mondstadt before his arrival. Yet opposite of your upbeat chatter, Diluc stayed silent and forward-looking, offering only nods and grunts in between your pauses that asks him if he was still listening. Everytime your hand brushed his when you walked too close, he'd immediately pull his hand back and step away from your personal space.
It was a one-sided conversation. And it ended quickly as it had started.
You stood now at the stairs of the cathedral, overlooking the imposing statue of the Anemo archon. Your location made you remember something, and you opened up another topic, "Your brother, Kaeya told me about what happened four years ago." His apathetic gaze suddenly turned cold as his shoulders tensed. "Diluc, I'm sorry for what happened and-"
"He's not my brother, (Y/N)," you've never thought there would come a day when you'd hear such venom come from his sweet lips. Nor the cold glare that was now in full view, directed at you, "And you shouldn't go around trusting that guy, he's nothing but trouble."
The lump now stuck in your throat prevented you from responding, but you figured you didn't have the chance to do so anyways. As Diluc had ended his warning, he turned away and started walking back to the direction of the tavern, muttering something about work needed to be done.
You tried to reach for his hand before he could have gone too far, but you froze a few seconds away- and then he was gone, out of your grasp, leaving you alone at the steps of the cathedral without a look to spare.
Your cradled your hand to your chest as you felt your eyes water again, the overwhelming distance now opening the truth in your gaping heart as you wept in silence: The promise ring was missing from his hand.
Days had gone by after that where you sat in the background in idle wait, observing as subtle as you can be, hovering around him. The Diluc that you once knew was different from the Diluc who disappeared for four years, and the differences screamed at your face at every one you picked up:
His soft gaze now seems hardened and hooded, as cold as the cryo slimes and as deep as the ocean floor. Whenever you look at them, you always feel as tho he was years away, in a place unreachable. Even when they fall on you, there's a hidden emotion behind them, but they never once softened at the sight of you.
Around his hands were thick gloves of either pure red or another black-red variant. They were rough and never off, hot and grazed with years of use. It was different, so different from the white ones you had gifted him on his birthday. You placed a grape on his palm once and giggled at the memory, expecting him to look at you with recollection, but he only stared at the grape before shaking his head. And he turns away from you to get back at his work.
Diluc's hair was longer than you've ever seen before. It reached past the middle of his back when it had only grew by the shoulder when you've last seen it. It was fluffier and wilder, held up by a ponytail that you can't even see past the thickness. You loved running your hand through it before and Diluc had always felt at ease when you do that; you reached your hand out to touch the ends of his long hair, but he immediately turned to you before you could even feel it on the edge of your fingertips, caught by the cold squint of his eyes. No matter how many attempts, he always managed to stop you.
Another thing that had changed was his wardrobe. There were barely traces of the white knight aesthetic he had when you were still young, no, now he felt shrouded in the darkness of the knight. Made to blend with the shadows, he dons all black besides his undershirt. He resembles no trace of the knight he once was when you look at him.
The last detail you hated the most was the way he had been... secretive to you, and anyone in general. For this reason alone, you barely visited the Winery now, only coming there for business purposes or to converse with the servants that still remembered you. Whenever other matters were to be discussed, you're almost immediately ushered out by one of his men, no questions asked. This had became so commonplace that you started seeing yourself out the moment the air felt unwelcoming.
The more you notice, the more you felt farther away from the Diluc you knew. But this was the same man you loved, and still love. The grief had changed him, the disappearance had changed him, but nothing can change the fact that he was the same person that held your hand when it felt cold.
Speaking of, you clutched the hand you spoke of as you felt the breeze pass by you. The sea of Cecilias danced with an orchestrated flutter, as if singing to you in music of their petals grazing one another. Ah, you realized, this was the same exact place you first met Diluc.
"Is your hand cold again?" He spoke from the table under the gazebo where you delivered the perfectly arranged document. This time you dealt with the matter of tax revenue and compiled the business proposals of those that had attended the party he hosted with the seneschal.
You simply nodded and he sighed. The disappointment breaking your heart into a million pieces, "You should know by now to wear gloves or long sleeves whenever you're out. You must have gotten lackluster due to the climate of Sumeru, you should fix that."
You felt the tears bite at your eyes painfully again. As of recently, you've been crying a lot more than you had ever been in your life. And yet these ones flowed with ease, without a hiccup or a sob, almost liberating. "I'll be leaving for Fontaine tomorrow," the shuffling of the papers stopped behind you, "Flint will be handling the management of the franchise here, I've taught him the necessary computations so you can trust the reports he'll give to the Winery. Mother and father wants me to focus on the expansion of the business, after all."
There was a moment of silence before the shuffling began again and with that pushed the final sword into your heart. You bowed your head, smiling to the Cecilias that caught your tears in their petals, "Thank you for everything, make sure you take good care of yourself, okay?" You didn't know if you were talking to the Cecilias or Diluc.
But you felt lighter than ever, as if the last chain that pulled you down were finally broken.
And you took a small step, and then another, bigger one this time. For the first time since you're back to the city, you finally breathed in relief and without restraints.
Soon you were making distance and you were finally ready to go,
until a gloved hand pulled you back. Your gasp caught into your throat as your head whipped to stare at him, his eyes just as wide as yours. "What," he breathed out helplessly and you've noticed how short his breathing was, did he chase you? "What do you mean? You're not leaving forever, right?"
Forever. You felt the warmth of the gloved ones in your hand squeeze as you saw a faint light return in the depths of his glossy eyes, and you felt it—
The reassurance of your promise, as you squeezed back—
Underneath his thick gloves, red and black, you've finally noticed—
If he hadn't finally let his hand find yours, you wouldn't have felt the ring hidden underneath the cloth.
You beamed at him with eyes full of adoration and pure hope, of a grin pearly white that it almost shone as it caught the sun, he felt burned by it— but before he could escape, he was tackled to the ground with loud laughter.
@boxofteenageideas @creation-magician @your-local-venti-simp @indigodreamtime47
#genshin impact#exile.flower#genshin impact diluc#diluc x Reader#exile.pocketwatch#this may or may not have a part 3#goodness this took so long and with so many errors#Actually teared up a bit skskskkss#genshin impact x reader
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College, Car Seats, and Creamy Pasta (ficlet)
(This title, idk.) So I’ve been having feelings lately about the old guard with babies in modern aus, so here’s an experimental, kind of self-indulgent ficlet filled with extreme amounts of softness and bébé feels <3
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There’s an infamous story all the way back from college that Joe loves to share which involves Andy drunkenly rolling her ankle on a beach and Joe having to carry her home--though, she could have walked, but Joe demanded to carry her--and fashioning an ice pack out of the only things he could find in his and Nicky’s tiny, decrepit apartment: A condom, and some ice from a small McDonald’s sprite (their freezer was broken when they moved in).
He lives to tell that story every chance he gets. Especially now, as he reaches into Andy and Quỳnh’s (much bigger and much colder) freezer nearly fifteen years later to retrieve a not-homemade ice pack and wrap it in a clean dishtowel for Andy’s poor crotch.
She’s lounging on the couch, even though she’s proven that she can walk, but Joe doesn’t mind, as she reaches back for the ice pack and shoots him a sly smile that says, Yeah, I know exactly which story you’re thinking about. He bats his eyelashes innocently back.
It’s a balmy Friday evening and Quỳnh’s still at work, though likely on her way home, so Joe has taken the liberty of cooking dinner. Andy begged to order a pizza, but Joe was not having it. And he thought himself to be the lax one of the bunch. If Nicky were in the kitchen at the time, it would have been anarchy.
“Thanks, Joe,” Andy says, as she settles into a more comfortable position on the couch with her ice pack, sighing. He adjusts the pillows at her back, which causes her to snort and slap his hand away.
“I’m not dying.”
Joe sniffs. “Yeah, coulda fooled me. How much did that baby weigh again?”
Andy laughs out a quiet, fuck off. “Nine pounds, eight ounces,” she says, quick as a whip.
“God…”
The baby, the reason for Joe and Nicky’s visit to Andy and Quỳnh’s apartment, is fairly chunky, sure, but he looks awfully tiny and pink, especially when he’s wearing his little hat. The hat with little lamb ears that Nicky painstakingly knit for him months ago, when he was barely more than a bump, that rarely leaves his soft little head. Nicky hadn’t even known how to knit at the time.
The baby’s name is Lykon, after a childhood friend of Andy and Quỳnh. Lykon was born at 4:26 AM on Monday. It’s Friday evening. Joe and Nicky have not left the apartment since Andy and Quỳnh brought him home.
And neither Andy nor Quỳnh have physically kicked them out, so Joe is staying right here.
Nicky had disappeared a few minutes ago to go change the baby while Andy napped, but he reappears then, slinking into the living room with Lykon held against his shoulder--he’s so little in Nicky’s hands, they almost swallow him--and Joe smiles at his husband in greeting before doing a double-take.
“Babe,” Joe says, and Andy cranes her neck to try and see Nicky over the back of the couch. “What are you doing?”
Nicky continues his journey across the living room floor--lunges, he’s doing lunges. Deep ones that make Joe’s eyebrows jump up in appreciation.
Nicky releases a finger from his gentle grip on the baby’s head and presses it to his lips. “Shush.”
“You trying to get your ass workout in while carrying my son? Really?” Andy asks.
Nicky’s response is whispered so softly, Joe can hardly hear him. “This is the only way I can get him to sleep.”
“Put him in the car seat,” Andy says, like it’s the most simple solution in the world.
“He likes it,” Nicky argues, still whispering.
Andy only shrugs. “Okay, but if he spits up on you…”
And right on cue, Joe hears a tiny gurgle, and there’s baby puke sliding down Nicky’s back.
Andy doesn’t say, told you so, but she doesn’t need to. Her smug grin is enough. With a poorly hidden pout, Nicky reluctantly hands the baby, who is now crying quiet little wobbly squeals, to Andy.
“You know,” Andy says, “you guys don’t have to stay. You have other commitments, I know.”
It’s the first time since Lykon’s birth that she’s said something like that, and Joe is only moderately surprised to feel a sudden onslaught of tears in his eyes.
“Or not,” she says, quickly. “We really appreciate your help, boys, it’s just… We don’t want to keep you.”
“Andy, shut up.”
She laughs, loud and open-mouthed. “Okay, Joe, okay. I love you guys.”
“We love you too,” Nicky says. Then he leans over the couch to peer into Lykon’s squishy little face. “And we especially love you.”
His voice changes when he talks to the baby. While Joe can’t control the way his voice raises several octaves and the way he coos gibberish, Nicky’s voice softens and hushes to something so comfortable, barely audible. It’s the way he would talk to a fussy toddler, Joe thinks, given the opportunity. He would level his eyes with them and speak to them like a person equal to him, providing the safest and most non-judgemental space for them.
Joe thinks. He hasn’t had many opportunities to see his husband speak with toddlers.
“I would be worried about you guys kidnapping him,” Andy says, “but I think it only counts as kidnapping if you leave the apartment.”
Joe snorts, and then he hears the water boiling over on the stove, so he dashes.
When Joe met Andy and Quỳnh, he had been a wide-eyed twenty-year-old, freshly out of the closet and already hopelessly in love. Well, that hasn’t changed, which always delights him to realize, after all these years. It was the love of his young life--Nicky, of course--who introduced him. Andy and Nicky were family friends, more like siblings, really, and of course Andy and Quỳnh had been together since the dawn of time. It took Joe no time at all to find a family in the four of them, inseparable as they all were.
Andy and Quỳnh had actually surprised him when they started talking about kids. That unexpected and world-changing conversation had been the beginning of a long and at times heartbreaking four years, before they finally got their donor, then suffered through a little over a year of IVF. They had almost given up, Joe remembers, between the frustration and the arguments and doctors telling Andy her eggs were too old. But, there he was, at the end of the journey, coming into the world flipping off everyone who said they couldn’t do it: Baby Lykon, the little warrior.
Joe remembers all of it vividly. The phonecall when they told him and Nicky they were pregnant, the panic to help them find a bigger apartment, the indulgent shopping trips, though Andy tried to keep a cap on those, and the weight and warmth of the baby in Joe’s arms the very first time he held him, barely thirty minutes after he’d been born.
Joe had sobbed, of course (something Andy and Quỳnh had anticipated so strongly they bet money on how long he cried for), and he looked into the baby’s big brown eyes and promised him the world.
They had talked about kids. Of course, they had. He and Nicky. But life was busy, and in the last five years between Joe finishing his dissertation and Nicky’s mother getting sick, the subject of kids just hadn’t come up. Besides, Joe thinks now, he’s only thirty-three.
Quỳnh comes home as he’s dishing up dinner for everyone--a creamy, cheesy pasta, because it’s the best comfort food--and her eyes brim with tears when she gets to hold Lykon again. She hasn’t been able to get a lot of time off work, even after becoming a new parent, which Joe thinks is frankly outrageous, but the work she does as a crisis counsellor is of course monumentally important.
They huddle around the couch to eat dinner, but Nicky pulls up one of the rickety chairs from the kitchen table and sits next to the baby, who is snoozing in his car seat on top of the coffee table. Joe doesn’t know how he does it, but Nicky manages to eat his dinner, drink enough water, and hold a conversation while keeping Lykon’s car seat rocking gently so he doesn’t wake up and scream.
Joe watches him as he chews his pasta mindfully and leans close to peer into the car seat. Beautiful. He’s always so beautiful, especially now. The way he looks at Lykon--their nephew, Joe realizes, elated--makes Joe’s head spin off his shoulders. He feels like he’s twenty.
“Crazy how tiny he is,” says Quỳnh, her voice soft and reverent. She already sounds so much like a parent. Joe’s eyes are still on his husband, so he sees how brightly Nicky smiles at that.
Andy makes an indignant noise. “Shut the fuck up.”
Quỳnh laughs, though she tries with obvious effort to keep quiet. She pulls Andy closer, her arm draped over her shoulder, and presses three kisses to her cheek. Then Quỳnh catches Joe’s eye and winks.
Andy shovels another forkful of pasta into her mouth and moans as she chews. With a full mouth, she says, “Joe, this is perfect. Please, boys, never leave.”
Joe shrugs bashfully, pretending to be shy. “It’s Nicky’s recipe.”
“What did you use,” Quỳnh asks.
Joe hums. He juts his chin to the kitchenette. “Your parmesan, mostly, and that fancy milk.”
“What fancy milk,” Andy asks, absolutely stuffing her face.
“Y’know.” Joe waves a hand. Chews, swallows. “The milk in the fancy bag, from the fridge.”
Andy and Quỳnh both stop eating, their eyes bugging out. Quỳnh slaps a hand over her mouth, poorly hiding a laugh and clearly choking a little, and Andy looks… Oh, Andy looks furious. Her face is red.
“J-” She forcefully lowers her voice, shooting a fearful glance at the baby. “Joe,” she whispers through her teeth. “Did you use my fucking breast milk?”
“Dio.” Nicky sticks his fork back into his dish.
“Oh,” Joe says, like an idiot. “Um.”
Andy’s cheeks puff out and somehow her face turns an even darker shade of red.
“I pumped…” she whispers, low and lethal, slow. “...For so… long…”
“There’s more in the fridge, babe,” Quỳnh says, and Joe fears for her life for a hot second. Then she brings her hand out to hover over Andy’s chest. “And it’s not like the tap is running dry, or whatever.”
“So I’m a milk bag.”
“A badass, sexy milk bag who--oh, who is murdering me with her eyes right now.” Quỳnh turns on Joe, then, scooping another forkful of breast-milk-pasta into her mouth and jabbing the fork in his direction. “You’re gonna be up all night paying my wife back for this, genius. See how skilfully you can wipe meconium from his bum.”
Joe only nods in shame. Fair enough.
Lykon signals that he’s awake, then, with a series of soft little snorty grunts that devolve very quickly into shrieking, wobbly sobs. Nicky launches into action with a speed that rivals the pitcrews at NASCAR. He lifts him from the car seat with such gentleness and oh, Joe’s heart breaks to see the baby’s little lips trembling as he cries, the way his little feet kick out against Nicky’s chest as he holds him over his forearms. Nicky is about to pass him to his moms when Quỳnh smiles softly up at him and says, “Looks like you’ve got him.”
He throws her a glance as if to ask, are you sure, and Quỳnh and Andy both nod. Joe’s sure they’re grateful to have the small amount of rest time and, looking at them now, curled together on the couch in their soft clothes, exchanging light kisses, he knows he and Nicky haven’t come close to overstaying their welcome.
“Look at you, Nico,” coos Andy as Nicky carefully holds the baby against his shoulder to peek at his diaper through the waistband his tiny pants. “You’re making us look bad.”
Nicky only chuckles lightly and shakes his head. The diaper must be clean, because he leaves it be and brings a hand up to cup the back of the baby’s wispy-haired head more steadily, and begins to hum, almost a whisper, and Joe’s heart flutters.
“Do you think he’s hungry?” Nicky asks Andy when the baby continues to fuss.
Turns out he is hungry, because he quiets almost immediately when Andy brings him to her chest. It’s not silent in the apartment--Joe can hear some sirens through the window on the streets far below, can hear the air conditioner groan to life, can hear Quỳnh and Nicky’s forks clink against their plates as they continue to eat the questionable breast-milk-pasta (good lord). And, Joe can hear the soft little grunts and snorts that the baby makes as he feeds.
Joe watches his oldest friends--they’re parents now, he can hardly believe it--as they huddle close on the couch and watch their son. Quỳnh wraps her arms under Andy’s so they’re both holding him, and his little chubby fist twitches and flings out every once in a while against Andy’s rolled-up shirt. His feet look impossibly small. Joe remembers the sounds he made when he and Nicky went shopping for all manner of baby supplies to help shave some stuff off Andy and Quỳnh’s list. He’d nearly sobbed when Nicky came up to the cart holding a pair of incredibly tiny socks (and then he had teared up and nearly passed out when Nicky popped the socks over his thumbs. A lot of people stared).
Joe would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been thinking of revisiting that store with Nicky every day since.
Now, he looks at his husband to find him already watching him, his heart in his eyes. Nicky slowly moves his gaze to their friends, to the baby, and Joe follows it. When their eyes meet again, Nicky’s are a little damp with tears, but he’s smiling, and there’s something inquisitive and hopeful in his eyes. Joe matches him and slowly, they both nod.
Yes.
#2000 words is not a ficlet sig. i digress#tog#the old guard#tog fic#anyway i am very very very shy about this#might do more with it. idk bébés make me happy. and i don't usually write aus but that could change#sage writes#i promise joe and nicky aren't going to steal andy and quỳnh's baby i just realized how it almost looks like that rip#anyway i'm shy now byeee <3
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It's The Vanilla And Spice That Does You In (Cora Hale x Reader)
Hey, Kit! Thanks for the first request dearest 🥰🥰! (I remembered that you wanted more Derek, so here you go!)
pairing: Cora Hale x Reader
rating: nothing saucy, they just sleep in the same bed.
You and Cora were never the closest people in the pack.
As a human, you gravitated to Stiles and Lydia — even though the strawberry blonde was a banshee, she was still more on your side of the scales than the others’. Scott was someone you’d spent many an evening with, third-and-fourth wheeling to whatever crazy theory Stiles had been plotting up in his room, which eventually led to you being accepted into the nerdtastic duo… and you don’t regret any of it.
Allison was a tad too serious, and you’d only really become friends with her after she broke up with Scott, which yeesh, but she still offered to help you learn how to defend yourself which you appreciated immensely. Similarly, Isaac was a friend, but you weren’t that close.
The Hales were a whole different can of beans. Derek used to be this terrifying entity that made you have a heart attack every interaction you had, but now was just a bitter, deeply flawed man that you used to crush on when you were a kid. Peter was the creepiest of all creepers, and you gave him a wide berth in every way possible.
Cora… well, she was nice enough. It was a distant kind of politeness, the kind that made you think it was just out of routine and not because she actually cared about being nice to you — the same way she opened doors for Lydia, or unscrewed jars for Stiles (though she did make fun of him mercilessly for it), or offered to walk with you and Isaac to Biology.
So, it happens during a pack meeting; or we’ll, right after one. You’re talking about implementing patrols, just to come out ahead of whichever serial killer was coming after all of you next. Stiles and Isaac had ended up arguing, of course — “Maybe this is just you being paranoid, Buzzfeed Unsolved.” “Hey, that is a great show, and it’s not my fault if you wanna be lazy, Lahey!” “Ha, big words from the guy who won’t be doing any legwork!”
And slowly, sides started to form, at which point Derek interceded and suggested that everyone go home for the evening and sleep it off. Stiles, Scott and Lydia took the chance and ditched everyone, eager to get away from the tension and finally introduce the girl to Star Wars.
Allison rolled her eyes, and leaned over to you. “Stiles is gonna regret it when she starts pointing out the scientific inaccuracies.” And you have to laugh, remembering the torturous night that she decimated Total Recall. But what shocked you was the chuckle that came from the other end of the couch, and the quirk of Cora’s lips as she browsed through her phone. You brushed it off, assuming that it was a meme or something.
“So. Do you need a ride home? It’s on my way.” Allison asks, and you refuse, citing that you wanted to help Isaac with biology.
“Oh, why didn’t you ask Lydia-?”
“Nope!” Isaac calls out from the kitchen, puttering in with arms stacked high full of snacks. “She’s mean.”
Allison… has to agree and leaves you to your studying.
Unfortunately, y’all are bad at it.
After a good thirty minutes of rage-quitting, Cora finally gives in with a loud groan that startled both of you. You hadn’t noticed that she was still there.
“Move over, dimwits, I’ll help.”
So, maybe you were ignorant or she was just great at hiding it, but she was great at Biology. Not Lydia level, but she understood the concepts well enough that she was able to tailor the explanation differently for you and Isaac. By the end of it, you were grinning widely, feeling like you actually understood something.
You thank her, saying as much, and there’s this underlying fondness to her smile — a very rare, pretty thing that you found yourself wanting more and more of — and jostles your shoulder with hers. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Well, what’s going on here??” You all groan in unison, and ignore Peter leaning over the back of the couch to gaze intently on his niece… who’s sidled up to you pretty close. “You know, Ms. L/N, we have strict rules for our little girl.”
“Shut up, Peter.” Cora growls, throwing a venomous glare that you can’t help but try (and fail) to mirror. “Yeah, don’t you have other teenage girls to perv on?” Isaac chimes in, backing you up. Peter holds up his hands in mock surrender, before returning to his usual schmooze of I know better than you.
“All I wanted to do was tell you that the storm is getting really bad.” All of your heads’ snap to the window— god, it was really coming down. You had to walk back in that?? You’d die of hypothermia, if you didn’t slip or get in an accident.
“Sorry, Y/N, my music was turned up too high.” Cora says quietly, right next to your ear. A shiver goes down your spine, and you convince yourself it’s the cold, and shake your head. “Hey, it’s okay. You couldn’t focus, I get it.” And then you turn back, frowning at the lightning that lights up the loft for a moment. “But there’s no way I can go home tonight.”
“You can stay here.” You whip your head to Cora, wide-eyed but genuine behind you. You’re too thrown off-guard by her proposition to notice how quick it came, but Peter and Isaac do, sharing a sly glance before the teenage wolf realizes who he’s doing it with and grimaces, shaking his head. “Yeah, you can bunk with Cora.”
“Oh, I don’t wanna impose… I can sleep in Isaac’s.” You offer. You don’t want to impose, but you recognize the burgeoning bundle of emotion in your chest, and it won’t be helped by sleeping the same room as the gorgeous Hale. Cora shakes her head, pushing herself to her feet. “Won’t work, Isaac’s room is messy as hell-“ “hey!”
Peter slinks forward. “I would offer, but considering my history…” He turns his sharp look onto his niece, who’s scowling at him again.
“It’ll be easier this way. C’mon.”
She holds out a hand, and you take an embarrassingly long moment staring at it, before taking it and letting her haul you up. She urges you up the stairs to her room, shrugging off her jacket and kicking off her shoes with no hesitation, while you’re standing next to the doorway like a statue. She slants an elegant eyebrow, and your heart flutters because oh my god-
“Are you coming?” She asks slowly, before dropping onto the bed. You gape, pulling off your jacket and ditching your boots with no little trepidation. You sit on the bed with shaky moves. “Okay, why are you so anxious? I’m not going to make fun of your movie, I swear.” “W-what?” “The… movie? I asked you in the hall?”
Oh, she had? Okay. Okay, yeah, you could do a movie! You picked something funny, cheesy, a little kitschy — you wouldn’t be offended if she decided to tear it to shreds. But she doesn’t, just sits there and laughs at the jokes, and raises an eyebrow at the bits that don’t land. But she watches it seriously, much seriously than you, and when you bring it up, laughing and drunk off of Sprite, she just levels you with a serious look and says in a voice that sends shivers up your spine again. “It was important to you, why would I make fun of it?”
Now you know which of the Hales is the one with the game. Further proof is how Derek immediately barges in and glares at both of you. “That’s enough.” He bites out. “Sleep.”
You’re glad for the interruption, but Cora mutters something in Spanish under her breath, and you’re almost positive it was a curse.
You clamber down to the floor, pulling the extra pillow with you when Cora grabs your hand. “Whoa, whoa, where are you going?” You blink, and point downwards. “…to sleep?” And she laughs, pulling you back up. “Do you have any idea how much colder the concrete’s gonna get overnight? You’ll freeze. Just sleep here, I don’t mind.”
You should know better, you really should, but she’s so sweet that you relent and slip in beside her.
You usually can't sleep well in other people's homes - it took you months before you could even nap on Stiles' couch - but you don't even remember falling asleep.
All you can recall is the morning sun slipping through the slit in the curtains, falling on the wall opposite you thankfully and causing you to stir.
There's a delicate arm around you, but you know Cora's much stronger than her frame gives away. Her face is buried in your hair, which doesn't seem comfortable, but you can her breathing evenly. She smells great, like vanilla and spice... just as alluring and mysterious as the woman herself. Your cheeks color as she makes a content sound and cuddles into you closer. Her eyelashes are really long, closed and brushing across rosy apples cheeks. She never needed make-up, and it was obvious now, with her freckles in full display, with petal-like full lips that you gravitate towards...
You flinch when the door slams open again, a panting shirtless Derek glaring at you again.
"Rain's gone. Bye."
"Go away, Derek." Cora says, voice much too crisp and clear for someone still sleeping.
"Stop putting the moves on someone three feet from my room, and I will." He hisses, making Cora lift her head and give him an impassive look that sends him stalking off.
"He's got a point, you know." She says, shifting to sit up against the headboard, brushing silky chestnut locks away from her face. "How about breakfast at the little diner down the street?"
You grin as you realize what she's been playing at, very carefully poking at your boundaries and checking out your reaction, since yesterday.
"I'd love that."
#this got way longer than i expected#i hope you like it kit!#cora hale x reader#derek hale#peter hale#isaac lahey#teen wolf#cora hale#stiles stilinski#lydia martin#scott mccall#allison argent#teen wolf fanfiction
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