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I Won’t Hate You
By KyberCrystals94
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Whumptober 2023|Day 8|Prompt 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”
Rating: G
Words: 667
Summary: Crosshair finds out his siblings did not heed his warning.
Crosshair wakes in a cell. Not in a lab. Not strapped to a medical cot. The relief he feels is stunted and aching. He wishes they would just kill him, but he can’t quite stamp down the primal need to survive. So, he releases a shaky breath and tries to sit up.
“Here,” a child’s voice says, and small hands latch around his arm, futilely attempting to help him upright.
Crosshair reacts violently, scrambling from the sudden presence, tearing his arm away from their grip. His spine presses into the wall, and he stares into the startled expression of the clone girl.
“What are you doing here?” he rasps, trying to recover what little dignity he can gather. It isn’t much, and he can see by the pity in her empathetic eyes that she realizes she terrified him.
“Sorry,” Omega says, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
Crosshair almost denies it, but there’s no point. Not while his body is trembling with adrenaline, not while his lungs are ejecting shallow, shaky gasps.
Omega picks up a canteen, holding it out to him. “Here,” she says gently.
Crosshair takes it but does not drink. He grips the container in his hands, focusing on the cool metal against his clammy palms. He can’t look Omega in the eye. “You didn’t answer my question,” he growls.
“Hmm?” Omega tips her head.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”
Omega glares at him. “I was captured.”
“Did they not get my message?” Crosshair asks, venom still dripping from his tone.
“We did,” Omega replies, pointedly changing the pronoun to include herself. “But we decided to try and save you.”
Crosshair ignores the sharp, unnamed emotion that twists in his gut. “And how did that work out?”
“How do you think?” Omega bites back.
Crosshair sneers, “They must’ve lost their touch…to let you get captured so easily.”
Omega does not rise to the bait, regarding him shrewdly. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it won’t work. I won’t hate you, Crosshair.”
Crosshair is stunned for a moment, staring down at the blond girl who stares back steadily with familiar, copper brown eyes. Eyes he has seen a million times, but only a few times that mattered. Hers matches those of the few, able to meet his hard gaze without flickering away. Hers are curious like Tech’s, kind like Wrecker’s, wise like Echo’s, and soft like Hunter’s. Perhaps sharp, like his. And then there’s something of her own, a gentle hope that hasn’t been stained by the cruelty of the galaxy.
Crosshair sees all of this, but turns away, moving to focus on the cold floor of the cell. “You should,” he says, but the venom has leaked out.
“Why?” Omega asks.
“You know why,” Crosshair mutters, gripping the canteen. He wants to throw it, just to expel some of the tension building in his aching muscles. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t want to scare her. Doesn’t want her to think he’s mad at her.
Out the corner of his eye, he sees Omega moving to climb up on the cot next to him, sitting against the same cold wall, her shoulder brushing his arm. Crosshair stiffens but doesn’t move away. “I know,” Omega says, her voice soft with the lilting of her accent, “that it wasn’t your fault. I know you are still our brother. I know that you tried to warn us. I know you tried.” Omega slowly lets her head rest against his shoulder, giving him a moment to react. He doesn’t, so she leans her weight against him. “I know our brothers love you and miss you.”
The nameless emotion snakes around his heart. “Are they coming for us?” Crosshair whispers.
“Of course, they are,” Omega says with guileless confidence.
“And then what?”
Omega is quiet for a moment, and Crosshair wonders if she’ll answer him. Then her voice comes, hushed words. “We’ll go home,” she says.
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Prompt #8
"What did I do now?"
She glared at him angrily, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Honey, I love you and it would mean the world to me to be able to help you. But you have to communicate with me, I am not a psychic!"
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8. “Bring your ass over here. I wanna some cuddles (or kisses, both if its okay).” -samatoki🍭
# tags: scenario; current relationship; cute romance; fluffy shit; living together; work!au; ooc!samatoki; text messages; sfw
includes: female reader ft. samatoki aohitsugi {hypmic}
author’s note: thanks again lollipop anonnie!
8. “Bring your ass over here. I wanna some cuddles and kisses.”
The afternoon shift was by far the most boring, tedious, full of unwillingness to live and longing for the warmth of you and your partner’s apartment (and that pleasant smell of his cologne he used since you gave him his first bottle on your second Valentine’s Day).
Just as the morning shifts seemed to make the most sense (and you still had the whole day to yourself so you could go for a walk, go to the doctor, or even meet up with friends), the 2 or 4 p.m. shifts were really stupid for you; you walked like clockwork all the time so you wouldn’t be late for work, and you ate lunch in a hurry – often alone – and cleaned your apartment as if you were in a race, hoping to catch the bus or subway to your office; you worked in a modeling company and specialized in choosing outfits for models from around the world. You also often helped the photographers and talked to star managers or parents of child actors, asking about the preferences of their pupils.
It was Friday and all you dreamed about was coming home, a hot bath in a bathtub filled to the brim with white foam, something warm to drink, e.g. tea with honey and lemon or milk chocolate with a pinch of cinnamon, a bowl of your favorite fruit with muesli and natural yogurt and an episode – or maybe three – of your favorite series. Unfortunately, instead, you were forced to choose colors and accessories for your Monday clients. You’ve been given the tough task of combining light jeans, brown leather and rose gold.
At some point, your phone vibrated, and due to the fact that you were alone (except for Mrs. Yuu – the cleaning lady who has been working for the company for over twenty years – and your dearest female friend who was on another floor of the building), you quickly unlocked the phone, smiling under nose.
toki toki; yo, bring your ass over here. i wanna some cuddles and kisses. now. please.
A light giggle escaped your lips and you just shook your head. You had a little over two hours left on your shift, plus you had to allocate another half hour to get back to your small apartment. You also wanted to stop by the night shop for some food on the way, but you definitely didn’t have the energy for that. You have decided to go to the supermarket tomorrow due to the long-awaited weekend, and thus a day off from work and professional obligations.
you; i want to hug and kiss you too, but i’ll see you in three hours :( i can’t leave early today, i did it a week ago...
You reluctantly looked at the monitor, sighing and resting your chin on your left hand. The night time definitely did not help at work. Moments later, you heard another incoming message.
toki toki; quit that dumb job, i make enough money to support us, you know that, bunny
You just sent a smiling face with heart-eyes emoji in response, then put your smartphone away from view. You had to focus on your duties; only after the shift was over could you think about Samatoki and other pleasures.
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Prompt 8: Viper Problems
Prompt 8: Shed - FFXIV Write 2023
Characters: Viper; Mentions of Spider and Edarien Secariot @thedarknesssings , Elias @gorgagne-viperidae, and Seraphin de Rosaire @knight-in-exile.
The wind sung in his ears, buffeted against the slow, smooth movement of his limbs. A step, turn, arms swinging the heavy gunblade around and down, halting within a fulm of the ground just to be arced around him with the next step and turn he made. The deck of the airship during flight was perhaps not the most ideal place for him to be training, but it was the largest space available and most of the crew was inside at this time of the night.
Recovery had taken so much longer this time around. Delayed their return to Thavnair and his subsequent trip back. Seraphin had not let him out of his sight since the night Elias had nearly killed him in the bar at Priarch. The nightmare that caused still gripped him nightly. Tore him from his slumber on a cry that easily woke the entire ship two bells too early each day.
They had stayed merely a handful of days in Thavnair before a summons from Spider and Edarien made him turn the airship around, load it with cargo and head back to Eorzea. The closer they got to the Limsan coast, the more the strange dread feeling in his stomach grew. His brothers said they had something of dire importance to speak to him about.
And he… He certainly had questions for them. He stepped through the motions again, the blade swinging with practiced skill through the air and his footwork damn near perfect in the blustering wind. The moon had passed a fair ways through the night sky by the time he leaned the gunblade against a crate and sat himself down next to it.
He tugged his gloves off and then worked his bracers free. He sucked in a breath, a wince of pain creasing his face. He glanced down to find a strip of skin dangling from the bracer’s edge. His arm was tender where it had come from, but the flesh there unbroken. The skin looked brighter, a deeper blue-grey hue where the skin layer had peeled away. The strip he’d shed shriveled in the wind, the surface of it danced in front of his face when he lifted it to get a closer look.
Was that scaling? Tiny, near round segments imprinted into the dry strip. Yeah, he had some questions for his siblings. This wasn’t normal. Duskwights didn’t typically shed their skin.
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Sicktember #8
Prompt: Persistent Fever
Fandom/OCs: Cowboy ‘verse OCs (Aaron and Katy)
Words: 1900
Sicknario inspo: Checking for a fever post illness from this post, finding your love sick in bed from this post, patient reassuring caregiver from this post, and sick physically imposing character from this post.
Author’s comments/background: I just love these two so much, and it makes me sad to realize I haven't written them since last Sicktember (check out their first fic here). This would be a perfect fic for a "married people shenanigans" tag. They're crazy about each other, and I love writing about couples who are crazy about each other, if you haven't noticed. Would love to get more prompts for the two of them, hint hint.
Fun fact: I believe this is the only fic where I didn’t use the prompt somewhere in it verbatim.
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Aaron was kneeling in front of the stove, filling it with wood before bed, when he sensed Katy behind him. Guessing what was coming he paused, and sure enough, her small hand was suddenly pressed against his forehead. He frowned almost imperceptibly.
"I'm gonna feel hot, darlin'. I was jest choppin' wood. 'M all sweaty."
"I know, and I wish yeh wouldn't'a done that with how much ya been shakin'. I coulda done it."
He sat back on his heels and turned to look up at her, the frown deepening. "I'll never 'llow ya ta be choppin' wood while I'm home and able ta stand," he said firmly. "I ain't so sick anymore. Ya don't need ta worry 'bout me so much."
"I'm entitled ta worry if I please. I never saw ya sick like yeh were at first, sweatin' and shakin' and cryin' out. And then ya fall down outta nowhere like ya were dead the first day ya try ta get outta bed, burnin' up like ya were holdin' yer face in the fire. I've had my share of worry these last weeks, so I'm keepin' an eye on ya until further notice, buster."
"It was the second day I was outta bed," Aaron muttered.
"Even more reason, then. Yeh've caught yerself a damn stubborn fever, and I'm not takin' any chances until it's done and gone."
Aaron sighed. "Yer the boss, sugar, like I always say." He brushed his hand near his temple. "My head's still sore from fallin' anyway. I ain't keen ta have it happen again."
"I bet it is." Katy kissed the sore lump on his head tenderly. "Which is why ya need ta take it easy." She ran a hand over her braid distractedly. "I wish I wasn't leaving ya alone tomorrow. But Auntie Sarah's bound 'n determined to go into town tomorrow, and she won't go alone…."
Aaron carefully stood as she spoke, his sense of balance not yet fully returned since his illness, but when he was steady he tilted up her chin with a gentle touch, smoothing away the worry line between her brows with the pad of his thumb. "Quit yer worryin'," he murmured. "I'll be jest fine. Nothin's gonna happen, and yeh'll be back home before ya know it."
"I hope yer right," she sighed. "I don't like goin' ta town as is, an' this jest makes it worse. Tomorrow can't be done soon enough."
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Aaron and Katy were up before the sun the next morning, neither in the mood for much talk. Aaron went out to do the morning chores (since that was the only thing Katy was allowing him to do currently) while his wife got ready for town. He finished the chores just as she finished dressing and primping. Katy watched through the bedroom window as her husband shuffled his way from the barn to the house, already (or still?) looking exhausted. She bit her lip in worry as she yet again noted how pale he still was, and how the deep circles under his eyes had yet to start fading. Despite what he said, he still wasn't himself, and she was at a loss of what to do.
He made a point to put on a warm smile as soon as he came in the door, and she saw pride and admiration in his gaze as he took in her "dressing up" attire.
"Yeh look mighty fine, Miz Rivard," he murmured, pulling her into his arms and kissing her.
She pulled away with a giggle. "Leave off, now. Yer gonna muss my dress, an' I jest pressed it," she said, though she flushed and smiled at his earnest praise.
They both turned to the door just then as they heard Aunt Sarah's wagon roll up and come to a stop. Then they looked back at one another, worry puckering Katy's forehead yet again.
"Ya be safe now, ya hear?" she murmured. "Don't do nothin' ta exert yerself too much. Ya cain't keel over while I'm not here, or I'll take a switch to ya."
"Don't be threatenin' me with a good time, now," he said, raising an eyebrow rakishly. Then he laughed when she laughed. "I'll behave, I promise. Think I'll take a lil' lie-down this mornin', then I'll prob'ly dig up yer garden fer winter. I'll take it easy, though, don't ya worry none, my Katydid."
"Okay," she sighed.
They both jumped as Aunt Sarah began to holler for Katy, then shared a last smile.
"Behave yerself," Aaron murmured, pressing a handful of money into her palm. "And come home safe. I'll be waitin' up fer ya."
She reached up on tiptoes to press her lips to his forehead. "Take care o' yerself. I'll be back as soon as I can." With a wave, she flew out the door, hollering back to her aunt in greeting.
Aaron watched wistfully, making sure they got off alright, then wasted no time in shuffling his way back to the bedroom, yawning wearily.
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It was just past dark when Aunt Sarah dropped Katy off after a successful day of errands. Katy nearly flew to the house once her aunt was out of sight, but she paused on the stoop, for the windows were dark and not a soul was in sight. She glanced at the garden and found it untouched from that morning. What else would Aaron have gotten up to that day if he couldn't get to the vegetables? She hurried to check the barn just in case, but it was quiet and dark, just like the house.
She ran back to the house now, panic fluttering in her chest, expecting to find her man collapsed on the ground at any moment.
"I jest knew shoulda had Andrew check on ‘im," she fretted to herself. "What a fool I am. I shoulda never left ‘im alone."
There was no sign of him in the main rooms, and everything looked exactly as it had when she left that morning. She flew to the bedroom, yanking open the door, then breathed a sigh of relief upon finding her husband safe in bed, wrapped in the coverlet and snoring, the moonlight casting the scene in sharp relief.
She took several deep breaths to calm herself, knowing he would tease her mercilessly if he knew how worked up she'd been. Though she had a right to tease him right back after seeing all this. He'd promised to wait up for her and had fallen asleep before dark like a tired child instead.
She moved around him quietly, changing into her night dress and brushing her hair for bed, but he didn't stir until she brought a candle to her nightstand so it shone directly in his face. She surveyed him at last as he stirred and mumbled and her heart plummeted again, because she didn't like what she saw at all. The hectic flush of an angry fever covered his cheeks, and the sweaty, tousled hair and blankets indicated that he hadn't left the bed for several hours.
"Katy," he croaked, his eyes flickering open weakly.
"Oh ya poor thing," she sighed, reaching out to brush the hair away from his forehead.
" 'm not feelin' so good again all of a sudden," he mumbled, letting his eyes slip closed under her touch.
"I cain see that. When'd it start?"
He thought for a minute. "S'pose it was right after ya left. Haven't had the gumption to get outta bed all day. Feelin' weak as water, jest bin sleepin' and sweatin' or shiverin'."
"It's a damn stubborn fever that yeh've caught, an' no mistake." She sighed again. "Alright, jest wait here while I fetch the basin, then."
"I ain't goin' nowhere. Don't think I'm much up to runnin' away jest now," came the weak, teasing response.
Glancing over her shoulder, Katy saw the old, familiar twinkle in her husband's eyes, faint though it was under fever-shine, and the dimple in his cheek was flickering. Whenever he smiled like that, she couldn't help but smile back.
They passed the next stretch of time in silence as she bathed his face, underarms, neck and chest with cold water, trying to give him any relief from the heat raging beneath his skin. Katy was less worried this time than formerly, though, since he was fully lucid and even somewhat relaxed, just uncomfortable and sick where he had been delirious and restless before. He so rarely got to spend so much time at home, and when he was home he was rushing around to take care of things before he had to leave again, so this rare chance to simply rest and enjoy his company was a treat she was doing her best to savor.
He had thrown off most of the blanket and she let herself get lost in momentary admiration. His long, lean legs, stretching nearly to the end of the bed, muscled and toned from a life spent on horseback; the various shades of tanning across his skin from years in the sun; the planes of his abdomen and chest and shoulders, smooth skin over rounded muscle, flexing and shifting each time he moved. Even feverish and miserable, he was beautiful, and his beauty distracted her from her worry.
Eventually the water became too warm to do further good, but by then Aaron seemed marginally cooler and was resting more comfortably, so she set the basin aside. The sick man said he needed nothing further, so his wife at last slipped into bed beside him. He tugged her closer then, shifting to lie his head in her lap with a contented sigh. She began to trail her fingers up and down his back and neck and through his usually close-cropped hair.
"We need ta give ya a haircut. Ya bin so sick that I ain't had the chance," she murmured, exploring the unfamiliar length around his ears.
"Mm," he hummed, too close to sleep for a true answer. In that same moment a chill wracked him, and he moaned softly as he shivered and shifted in discomfort.
Katy bit her tongue to keep from expressing her worry, but she couldn't keep a sigh from escaping as she pulled the coverlet over him once more. Out of nowhere his hand reached up, even despite the awkward angle, and he smoothed the worry line between her brows with the pad of his thumb.
"Quit yer worryin'," he murmured. "I'll be jest fine. Tried doin' too much the last few days. If I rest like ya bin tellin' me all along, I'll be good as new in a day or two."
She grabbed his hand and clasped it to her chest. "I jest need ya ta be well," she whispered. "I hate seein' ya so sick fer so long. My heart cain't take it."
His low chuckle was a soft rumble against her. "My soft-hearted woman. What would I do without ya. Ain't no way I cain stay under the weather for long with the good care ya bin givin' me."
"That better be a promise," Katy said, kissing his hand.
"It's a promise, sugar," he murmured as he once again drifted toward sleep.
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Prompt #8: Shed
Aryn sighed heavily as he walked over to his bathing area. Grabbing his usual supply of hair and body care stuff. Gods above the weather here be kind to his skin. Let alone the shedding because of it. He felt like he couldn't keep his skin hydrated no matter how much he tried.
Running the brush through his hair on his head first. That was where his hair was the least problematic. But only slightly. It seemed to be his ears and tail that suffered the worst. Probably since the hair there wasn't as long. Then the brush was moved over his ears. His tail was always last since it was the most awkward spot to tend to.
Once his hair was brushed fully, he'd move onto the lotions and creams. He had quite the routine to keep his hair and skin as best as they could. Itchy skin was awful after all. Dry hair and skin was definitely a common problem for him in this region. Thanalan weather was not his friend.
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prompt #8
"You-you destroyed me. You twisted me in your hands like clay, pushed me into a kiln like I was nothing more than a pretty statue. Then you set me on a shelf and forgot. You forgot. Like I didn't even matter."
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Mead Moons prompt: Full Moon
Does Derek take his pack on a full moon run and discover a trespassing Werefox Stiles? Or does he achieve his full shift for the first time on a supermoon and try to show off to his wisecracking mate?
Is Stiles an emissary performing a ritual with Derek in the light of the full moon? Or is he a teenager sneaking out and going to a party that, unbeknownst to him, is full of werewolves (including his crush?)
Is “Full Moon” the codeword to get into the supernatural section of Stiles' book store? Or is it the name of Derek’s bar...and also what he happens to see on the security camera when a certain human accepts a drunken dare?
Reflect on new ideas — or shine some light on WIPs — and watch them transform!
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Prompt 8: Approval
@aurlyn and I together for the @14daysdalovers event.
Have Fun 💖
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Whumpuary Prompt 8
Hostage/”You Look Awful”
Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Nighttime Fear
Being captured by the Empire is the last thing any of them need right now. He needs to find a way out, but he’ll have to wait until there’s a chance of it. Probably, his brothers will be back soon – and that’s assuming Crosshair doesn’t beat them to it.
Which he does.
Crosshair’s in all black the same way he was in Hunter’s vision, and the… armor, or whatever it is, looks too tight and wrong on him. It makes him look even thinner than he already is, and he looks…
Hunter’s heart clenches tightly, painfully. Crosshair is… Dark now. They left him to that. Hunter can feel the Darkness radiating off him in rushing waves, the itching, burning desire to hurt. It’s a rage far stronger than he’s ever held before, something burning and dangerous enough to rip something to pieces without a shred of remorse.
What happened to him?
He’s so – thin. When was the last time he ate? He looks awful.
His eyes are gold, and it looks wrong. Almost terrifying. They’re icy. Merciless. He didn’t look like that when they fought on Kamino, and that was the darkest Hunter has ever seen him. He doesn’t mean to be scared, but he is.
The area around his eyes is dark, too, and Hunter has no idea if that’s from not sleeping or from the Dark Side. It could be either as much as the other.
There’s a scar on the side of his head now, and Hunter has no idea what could’ve caused it. It looks like… something burned across it, and the skin never really healed over it – it’s a rippling, twisted, horribly scarred burn spot, and Hunter could bet on all the worth of the Marauder that it wasn’t treated for a while after he got it.
Hunter is also going to murder whoever did that to him. Brutally.
Hunter can think of a million things to say when he sees him. “You look awful,” he says instead of any of them.
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We're already halfway! Can you believe it? It's prompt number eight of sixteen and this one's a favourite from last year. We can't wait to see your take on it! 💜
prompt #8:
❄️ Sports Mash-Up: Combine any two or more sports blorbos of your choice ❄️
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FFXIVwrite2023 - Shed
FFXIVwrite2023 - Prompt #8, Entry #4
Fal's consciousness returned to him with a metallic "sping" as the aetheryte winked him back into existence. He'd enjoyed the split second trip through the aetherial sea, and he now deeply resented the fact that he had to be back in the company of his overtaxed brain and exhausted body.
But at least he was home, and it appeared to be a quiet night.
Pushing open the door to his cottage, he was met with a wall of dense, hot air - the consequence of having a well-lit home in Thanalan and leaving it closed up all day. And today it had the added stink of the leather he'd been tanning the day before. It was like stepping into Ifrit's armpit.
With a sigh somewhere between annoyance and despair, he threw his "grimoire," hat and outer robe inside. Not waiting to see where or how they'd landed, he about-faced and slammed the door behind him. And, on tired legs that felt like pudding, started to walk.
Past his neighbor's wisteria tree, he reached up and undid the tie in his hair and shook it loose, letting it fall free over his shoulders… which didn't make much difference since most of it had already escaped the bounds of his ponytail and was sticking up in ten different directions amidst the humidity of the night.
As he entered the tunnel that lead to the Brimming Heart subdistrict, he peeled his shirt off over his head, briefly re-experiencing the various unpleasant smells and textures of a day of adventuring as they slid up and past his face and through the air to land on the ground behind him.
Next, he deftly undid his belt and stepped out of his longkilt, which was muddy and bloodied enough to nearly stand up under its own power. His boots came next, although the effort of unlacing them while he was still walking nearly sent him face-first into the cobblestones. Undaunted, he strove ever forward, latching onto the sound of a low, soothing roar that definitely wasn't the waters of the Rhotano, but was close enough.
Had he brought someone along for this trip, he might have turned his undressing into some kind of erotic striptease, but it had been such a long day and he was such a gods-damned mess that he felt more like a matted sheep shedding layer after layer of hot, smelly wool. And so, off came the smallclothes with very little ceremony or pretense.
Now fully in the altogether, he stepped out of the tunnel, into the heart of the Goblet. Not a single other soul was around, although he honestly wouldn't have even cared if there was. He nearly fell down for the second time as he failed to catch sight of an opulent sandstone planter before tripping over it, but he couldn't even be bothered to swear, because his mind was already where it wanted to be. His body just needed to catch up.
In weary silence, he raised his head like a supplicant to look adoringly at the sky. Though the yellow of the streetlights muddied the view a bit, the stars were still quite magnificent, the two sources of light harmonizing serenely on the shifting pool that lay at his feet. He about-faced towards the tunnel and spread his arms wide as he gazed to the heavens, leaning further and further back to take in more and more of the stars, closing his eyes serenely.
As he hit the water, the only thing louder than the splash was his sigh of relief.
((This dumb, self-indulgent idea hit me while standing in a long line at the grocery store after standing in a long line at a drugstore after a long day at work and taking a long test about veterinary pharmacy labels that I probably failed… all I wanted to be at that time was naked and underwater, so I write this…. Actually I went to bed and then wrote it the next morning because I was too tired.))
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#8 kisses on the cheek when they leave the room
kisses on the cheek when they leave the room
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“Owen, we really need to leave now,” Kendra says from the threshold, holding out Owen’s coat. “We’ll be late otherwise.”
“I’m sorry, guys,” Owen apologizes to his son and his soon-to-be son-in-law before getting up from the couch. “I’d love to keep with this wedding planning, but I’m deeply needed elsewhere.”
“Are you two coming to the gala on Friday?” Kendra asks, smiling when TK’s face lights up.
“Sure we will! I’m looking forward to it.”
“A whole gala to raise money for children in need? You bet we’ll be there!” Carlos adds. He feels TK tensing slightly by his side, and he stifles a sigh. It’s been a tough subject, ever since they had that talk after talking with Officiant Nicole. Carlos knows there’s a lot of space for growth in their relationship, and he knows they’re both in it for the long haul.
He just wishes growth didn’t necessarily come with pain.
“Well, guys, behave and don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Owen pipes in, leaning in to obnoxiously kiss his son on the cheek. Carlos laughs heartily when TK makes the feint of withdrawing from his father’s touch. “Aw, don’t you like it, son?”
“I’m not seven anymore, Dad!” TK protests, but Carlos knows it’s all fake. TK loves any and all displays of affection, be it in public or private. He just enjoys teasing his father — and Owen loves playing along. “Dad!” TK complains some more when Owen makes a whole show of kissing his son on the cheek again.
Carlos stands up to walk them out the door, the manners his parents have taught him even though Owen has told him a million times that he doesn’t need to. He hugs both Owen and Kendra, and holds the door open for them.
“Be safe, kids!” Kendra laughs from the door from where she waves them goodbye as Owen saunters out of the room. “See you on Friday! Wear those tuxedos I love!”
When the door closes, TK looks up at him and exhales. “I really like Kendra. It’s a pity that she’s married.”
“That did work out for us in the end,” Carlos deadpans.
“You think you’re so funny, Carlos,” TK mutters. “We should be thinking about dinner, though. What do you say, we order Thai?”
“I have a better idea,” Carlos suggests. “I go to Nana’s, grab us two specials, and we spend the rest of the night working on that seating plan of hell.”
“Sounds good to me!”
Carlos is already slipping into his sneakers and grabbing his jacket when he notices TK looking at him with a question in his eye. “What? Is there a stain on my clothes?”
“Where’s my kiss goodbye?” TK asks, pouting comically.
“I thought you didn’t like it when people kiss you goodbye,” he teases his fiancé, as he steps closer to TK, who’s also stood up from the couch. “Or is it just your father?”
“You know it’s just a running joke,” TK tells him as if Carlos hadn’t already known. “I love it when you kiss me.”
Carlos leans in and drops a kiss on TK’s lips. “Like this?” He dips in for some more lip-on-lip action, but TK backs off theatrically. “What?”
“Hold back the kisses for now and go to Nana’s. I’m starving. I promise you more kisses when you get back.”
“But then we wouldn’t be doing any seating planning.”
“That can wait till morning, This,” Tk adds, moving his hands along his frame in a way that Carlos loves, “cannot.”
“I better hurry!” Carlos says, dropping one last kiss on TK’s cheek before exiting the loft.
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Prompt #8 Shed
Trying to explain annual skin shedding to Eorzeans, or even plainly Gridanians was an awkward affair. It felt like the only one outside her family who understood for a long time was the annual moulting her chocobo would experience as well. Her family tried their best to maintain the normalcy of it, marking it with as much import as a nameday, or puberty.
Now, Sen reflected at the first signs of it. The paling further of her scales, the dulling of its lustre. Edges lifting. It was late.
She picked at the edge of it, willing it to lift faster but it just left her bleeding. Not yet. She sighed, using just a little bit of aether she swiped the pad of her thumb over it, gone.
Folding her arms over the window sill, she huffed long strings of hair from her face. It was past her lower back, the longest she'd ever had it. Seabirds sang, her eyes were for the sky. Gods only knew how much she wanted to fly. Not yet.
They had been spending the better part of a week inside, recuperating - hiding. Two months they had been gone when it was all said and done. Spending weeks wrapped in spider silk preserving their bodies while their spirits made a journey of a life time.
In her minds eye she saw herself first rejecting a kimono, laid across her mother's arms. Her father's hand squeezing her mother's shoulder comfortingly. Building a small shrine in her room to her patron, her true patron, Althyk.
Next she saw her arms up past the elbows covered in blood, holding the tiniest of infants. Remembering the tidal wave of relief when their cries reached her horns, the mother's joyful tears.
The thunderous rumble, crashes, and pure destruction ripping through the Shroud. A sense of safety gone, for a long while.
A crash of cold waterfall at dawn, aching new muscles. Flashes of fiery eyes behind flying fists, a sharp cut at her foot forevermore. A soothing song trickling like water, a hilarious limerick, thrumming building tension. A meeting of natural forces.
Rubbing ash through her fingers, what was left of the mystical fire that consumed her cane and staff. Sprinkling it into a small glass vial for safe keeping. Sentimental as always.
Somewhere among the memories she had dozed, nightmares descending like thick wilderness. The deep shadows formed in the sickening green, it pulled someone away, a desperate hand reaching for her and not being caught.
A certain catte unintentionally snuck up on her, jolting her awake but immediately being wrapped in the very arms she had sold her soul for. Jesser'to draped himself over her shoulders, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.
Turning, adjusting, folding into him. Squeezing tightly, she buried her face. Sensing her unease he held tight not letting go.
Several moments passed, finally she relaxed her hold.
Not yet. There was no shedding this.
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Whumptober Prompt 8:
"I've got soul, but I'm not a soldier."
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FFxivWrite22 Entry #8: Tepid
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Prompt #8: Tepid
“M’headed home, Princess.” Val leaned in close to exchange a sweet, lingering kiss with Faye before he took his leave of her. “D’ya want me t’run a bath for ya?”
“That would be lovely, dearest, thank you.” The lovers ended their embrace and Val left the Hyur to her work at the teahouse. Bells passed before she made her way home, tired and ready to unwind. She slipped off her boots and gloves and made her way to the washroom where a bath was already drawn for her, dipping her fingers into the water to test just as Val appeared to lean in the doorway.
“S’it hot ‘nough for ya, Princess?”
Her lips pursed into a frown as she withdrew her hand, gently shaking her fingertips dry. “It’s lukewarm already.”
“Oh, shit.” The Miqo’te quickly righted his posture as if he had just remembered something. “I guess it’s been a while since the last time. I forgot t’refill it again…” He made his way forward to right this egregious wrong, plunging an arm into the water to pull the at the bottom of the claw-footed tub and let the tepid water drain.
“Again?” Faye questioned as the meaning of his words began to set in.
“Yeah, ‘f course,” he answered simply.
“Val… how many… times do you refill the bath before I get home?” she asked slowly, knowing this was a common ritual for them.
He shrugged his shoulders as the water began to swirl its way down the drain and he turned toward her, his arm still dripping with water. “I dunno. At least a few. Usually more ‘n I can count.”
“Val… I…” Faye’s sentence went nowhere and instead she just stared at her husband. Few could stun the woman into silence, but for Val, it was no challenge. How easily he could say something so stupid–
“How else ‘m I s’posed t’keep the water hot when there’s no tellin’ how late you’ll get home?”
“I… don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. I suppose I just thought somehow you timed it well every time.”
His lips curled into that shit-eating grin of his. “C’mon, Princess. I know ‘m talented, but not even I’m that good.”
Was the warmth rising to her cheeks a blush spurred by his impressive dedication or just the fury of her incredulousness? Faye hated how much she was attracted to him.
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