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A Warden’s Worries

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Characters: Zevran Arainai (Dragon Age Origins) x Erielle Amell (Warden) Words: 7359 Genre/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

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A deep breath in.

A deep breath out.

Her shoulders rising and lowering, Erielle looked up at the dark night sky, a cold breeze rustling through her robes and hair. Everything seemed so unreal. This whole evening was passing her by as if it was a dream. And yet, feeling the wind sting on her heated skin and the burning in her eyes, she knew it was reality. Being thrown into this mess - the Wardens, Blight, fighting for her life every day - she never really had the time to think about how much her life resembled a book story of a hero who’d save the world.

But that night, she didn’t feel like a hero at all.

Glancing across the camp, Erielle eyed her tent longingly. It would have been nice to lay down, close her eyes, and let this day simply pass. Be stronger in the morning and leave the worries and confusion behind in her dreams. At the same time, Erielle doubted that she could fall asleep with the turmoil inside of her, much less feel rested enough to carry on tomorrow. A quiet sigh fell off her lips, and she brought her hands up to rub over her tense muscles and exhausted eyes, but it was no use.

Giving a shy glance over her shoulder, she watched the small flame illuminating Zevran’s tent that she just left. Erielle felt foolishly relieved that he didn’t seem to fall asleep right away, but at the same time, she scolded herself for being glad that Zevran wasn’t unaffected by what happened. It had been a lot. Feelings were churned and hurt. Leaving without even saying a word of goodbye or resolving the problems she initiated was probably one of the worst decisions she had made in a long time.

For months now, the group was on their way from village to village, town, and city. It was ridiculous how many important decisions had been allowed to be made by her - a new, young Warden with as much experience of the world outside of the circle as maybe a loyal dog had. And yet, she faced all of them head-on. Of course, she had input from others and the occasional time to think about it, but in the end, it was her word that would decide how to proceed.

It was scary. If she had to describe it in one word, then scary. Those decisions would keep her awake all night as she went over them again, thinking of alternatives and how to improve the situation even after the decision was already made. Every day, monsters were hunting her, both in reality and her dreams, making her fight for her life even when Erielle felt at her lowest. And when she finally thought she was on the right track, people of the past would come back, making her question herself all over again just like Jowan did when she found him in the dungeons of Redcliffe Castle.

No one, not even Erielle herself, thought that there was anything in these harsh times that would be able to give her a feeling of comfort and would be able to ground her from the high she was riding on, constantly wired and hyperalert. Being on her own and shouldering so many responsibilities and duties, she always thought that until the matter of the Blight is resolved, she would not find a moment of peace - especially not one that came with the arms of a certain Antivan assassin. Part of her believed that she’d be able to do it all on her own. That, while grateful for her comrades, she’d be able to withstand it without falling for the allure of a silver-tongued rogue, and at first, she had every reason to be skeptical of him too.

No one really understood where this loyalty came from when they first met Zevran. There had been a lot of opinions voiced on whether to spare him or end him before he could wreak havoc on the mission they were on. Most of them had been unfriendly and hostile, but when Erielle looked into his eyes, she saw a will to live no matter what it would take. Two more daggers that were fighting for her cause were better than nothing, and so, she decided to let Zevran tag along, always keeping a sharp eye on him.

Perhaps that’s why they grew so close in the first place. His attitude was obnoxious, but deep down, Zevran was clever and knowledgeable. He had insights into the shadows of this world, which Erielle lacked, and despite his reputation and slyness, he turned out to have her back even in the worst kinds of fights. In his own way, he was admirable, even if no one would dare to tell him that in fear of boosting his ego. And so, the slightest bit of affection could bloom from long conversations and working together closely. Erielle couldn’t help but soak in his tender touches, chuckle at the superficial compliments that grew more meaningful the more they learned about each other. Only he could free her from the burdens that came with her duties, even if it was just for a few hours. In these times, she wasn’t the Grey Warden nor the magi. She was just Erielle, and he accepted her as such wholly.

Nothing ever made her as happy as laying in his arms, no words needing to be spoken between them.

Naive or kindhearted as she may be, Erielle wasn’t stupid. She knew that getting involved with Zevran wouldn’t be without repercussions. Nonetheless, most of her companions voiced their worries before shrugging, appearing indifferent about her choice of lover, and giving her the freedom to do as she pleased. Perhaps, they felt pity for the poor, young lass who carried the world on her shoulders. That was, except for one.

Just thinking about the disappointed, disapproving, and almost belittling expression on Wynne’s face as they spoke about Zevran, gave Erielle a headache. For better or for worse, she had looked up to the mage for support and guidance, feeling as if Wynne, of all the people Erielle had assembled, would be most knowledgeable and understanding of her situation. To a degree, she was the mother of the whole camp, and even if Erielle never had that kind of relationship, it was nice to know someone like-minded was with her.

Sighing, her gaze fell off the campfire and towards the forest in the distance. Usually, she would have quickly passed by and disappeared in her tent to avoid being asked awkward questions when she wanted to be alone. But seeing as there were still a few souls wandering around and it was early evening, Erielle didn’t want to risk being confronted at all, even if that meant she would have to wait out until everyone disappeared for the night and the guards took their posts.

It was just her luck that the moment she turned around, Erielle found herself running straight into Alistair. Stumbling, Alistair was quick to react, catching Erielle and steadying her mid-air as she struggled. All while he balanced his dinner plate in his other hand. They found themselves awkwardly holding on to each other, quickly covering it with chuckles before separating again. Alistair made sure to support her until she was ready to stand on her own, and Erielle was glad over being spared the aching pain of falling.

“You’re lucky it was me you bumped into! Morrigan would have let you fall into the dirt for all she cared,” Alistair laughed, and Erielle had to chuckle at his remark. Oftentimes Alistair’s and Morrigan’s hostility could be amusing, but it still wasn’t able to lift Erielle’s mood that day. “Sorry for running into you. I was lost in thoughts and didn’t see you coming.”

She noticed his eyes briefly flit over to Zevran’s tent, his smile withering before quickly being replaced by a new one. She followed his gaze but decided against inquiring about his thoughts. Frankly, it was obvious that he must have noticed the argument the two had, but there had been too much going on that night, Erielle didn’t need another man’s opinion on her relationship. “We all have those days,” he mused, and Erielle agreed with a silent nod before taking a few steps forward. However, there was one question, after all, burning on her tongue, and she turned around halfway, Alistair not yet having moved from his spot on the field.

“Alistair, what’s a good Warden?” she asked him directly, surprised over how easy it was to voice this question. He raised an eyebrow but just as quickly brought a hand to his chin and looked up at the sky while in thought. “A dead one,” he said, deadpan.

“Alistair…” Erielle shook her head, regretting her question but having noticed the jest in his answer.

“I’m not wrong,” he insisted, and to a degree, Erielle had to agree. A dead one fulfilled their duties the best, so much was true but not the answer she sought from Alistair. “I guess a good Warden is someone who believes. Believes in other people, in the cause they are fighting for, and maybe a good ale. All of them believe in the better for everyone, and for me, well… after Duncan, I now have you to believe in and our mission. You’re probably asking for yourself, though, right?”

Even though he caught on to the reason she was asking, Erielle found herself surprised by his answer, and the heat of embarrassment rose in her cheeks as she shrugged off his last remark. “Not particularly…” she avoided, hearing a chuckle from him as he let her off easy.

“But thanks… for believing in me. I’ll leave you to rest.” Erielle’s words were timid, and perhaps he didn’t hear them at all as she turned around and walked off. Alistair never truly confirmed or denied if she was fulfilling her role, instead putting the judgment back into her hands. Perhaps it would have been too easy to ask the only other Warden available for clarification. Still, with a sigh, Erielle had to admit it would have been nice to hear it from his lips. Then again, knowing herself, she might have struggled to believe it if his answer had been a generic yes or no.

Grumbling as she took a seat in front of a large tree, Erielle found herself aching. It had been a long day, and with all the wandering and stressing she had done, it was no wonder that she felt tense. Normally, she would have been able to relieve some of it with Zevran, but she caught this thought quickly before it could expand, a sense of shame coming over her like it hadn’t in a long time. She was far from being in a position where she could think about Zevran this way, especially after their falling out. Instead, she sighed, shaking her head at herself, wondering how it could have come this far.

The wind was rustling calmly through the leaves above her, and in the distance, she could hear cheerful voices, talking and laughing. If not for the pending doom that was to hit the lands around them, they could have been mistaken for a bunch of silly travelers, and Erielle smiled at the thought of better times. Not everything she had done and decided could have been so wrong; after all, it brought all of them together for the better or the worse. But what if Wynne’s words were true after all?

Surely, if Duncan had been alive, he’d have made a better leader than Erielle ever could. Just like Alistair, she wanted to believe in herself, but the doubts that came over her while knowing Wynne was questioning her capabilities were nothing but hurtful to her confidence. Erielle always tried to do the best she could with the situation on hand, but she couldn’t deny that not every decision may have been the correct one.

Of course, she could always justify it with her age or knowledge, but it wouldn’t change the fact that she had as much blood on her hands as anyone else in the camp. Strangely enough, Erielle never questioned them as much as she did herself. Furrowing her brows, she heaved a deep breath. So much to her leadership qualities.

Maybe, so Erielle realized, that was what Wynne had criticized. Perhaps it hadn’t been Erielle’s relationship but who she was with. Not giving that person another second thought before letting him warm her bed.

Zevran and Wynne didn’t get along well, avoiding each other if they could. Conversations between the two always ended with one of them being unhappy, so they ceased to talk to each other outside of delivering messages or planning further steps. If any of them made it out of this whole Blight-thing alive, then Erielle was sure that Wynne and Zevran would go different ways without missing the other.

Of course, one of Wynne’s worries was that Erielle might become negligent of her responsibilities, but it wasn’t like Erielle knew where those began and ended anyway. She also doubted that Wynne knew more about Grey Wardens than even the two Grey Wardens present, so how could either of them know if Erielle was ditching any of them to be with Zevran? No matter how hard Erielle thought about it, she couldn’t remember a responsibility that was put into her hands that she didn’t take seriously, and she also didn’t feel like this would become a problem in the future. Was it wishful thinking of her to believe that she was a person who could separate her duties and her private life? Or were those worries of an old woman who disapproved of the person Erielle was with?

Erielle wasn’t discarding her duties in favor of love either. While what she felt for Zevran was genuine - but hard to admit - at the end of the day, she kept it to herself and carried on, always putting the fight against Darkspawn first. She had countless opportunities to tell him, but not knowing how Zevran felt about her in return, she feared rejection and preferred to keep things as they were. However, out in the world, her thoughts weren’t filled with sweet thoughts, but the reality she had to face every day.

It was hard to understand why she couldn’t even have that little bit of pleasure and comfort in return for all the discipline and work she brought forth every day.

Fidgeting with the skin around her nails, Erielle didn’t notice much what was going on around her while she was going through her thoughts. Not the people by the campfire slowly disappearing in their tents, not the guards starting patrols and standing watch, not even Pyrrhus, her Mabari, digging a hole to rest in for the night. And not the silent steps of an elf approaching her, covered in shadows but without the ill-intent that came with his job.

“There you are,” Zevran stated, factual, giving Erielle a slight scare. She scowled at him briefly for approaching her without a sound and making her flinch, but seeing the awkward, apologetic expression on his face in the dim light of the campfire shining over to them, Erielle was quick to avoid her eyes and look down again.

“Here I am,” she mumbled, and it grew silent between them, awkwardness hanging in the air.

“May I?” Zevran asked, pointing towards the space next to her. Erielle hesitated. Was she ready for this? After all that she threw into the room in their last argument, would she be able to speak with him normally? Was he angry at her? Still, she tugged away her robes, freeing some of the dirt and roots for him to sit on, and Zevran did so without any hesitation or complaints.

Neither of them uttered a word after he took place, his eyes fixed on the sky while Erielle only ever looked on the ground before her and her hands. It had gotten a little chilly by now, and even Zevran’s presence next to her didn’t help. Pulling her sleeves into her palms, Erielle hugged herself, sighing quietly as she couldn’t find any comfort in the gesture.

“Do you need something?” she inquired, part of her wondering why he’d come to find her after she pushed him away so roughly. Then again, deep inside her, she knew Zevran didn’t come for any other reason than to resolve or at least clear up things between them.

“No, Alistair told me you’d be here, and ah…” Realizing that it sounded as if Alistair sent him, Zevran stopped talking mid-sentence, rubbing the back of his head while trying to think about how to phrase his true intentions better. “I wanted to see how you’re doing.”

Erielle tried to not smile as she heard the concern in his voice, a hint of happiness crossing her heart, knowing that he cared for her. But having his eyes examining her, Erielle quickly looked away, composing herself. “Good…” she lied, adjusting her seat and leaning against the tree behind her casually, pretending she was doing just fine. “I’m good.”

Her plan of feigning how she felt was quickly discovered, and Zevran chuckled, his voice tender as he called her out on it. “You’re a bad liar, you know?”

“I do,” she sighed, defeated, knowing that to others, she was probably an open book to read.

“It’s not a bad thing. Not everyone needs to constantly lie and do bad things. There are assassins and nobles for that.”

Chuckling at his remark, Erielle finally looked up at him. His expression turned enamored, a big smile on his lips and one of his hands reaching out towards her cheek, though he never went as far as to touch her. Instead, he let it sink into his lap again, biting back on his wish to be close and clearing his throat. “So now, again, and if possible, calmer: What’s wrong, my dear?”

A lot, is what she would have liked to say. Erielle wasn’t even sure where to begin or what to bring up. She had thrown fragments of her problems at him before, but now that they both had calmed down, it would have been a good time to makes sense of them. However, Erielle couldn’t help but fear Zevran’s reactions. What if this would end with him rejecting her? What if he realized that he didn’t want to have to do anything with the person she had to fear she was?

That was until Zevran took courage, reaching for her hand as he noticed her struggles. With a silent gasp, she felt the warmth emanating from his skin, immediately seeping into her tense joints and muscles and working its way up from her hand to her skin. Unbeknownst to either of them, his presence alone was calming to her. Oh, how she missed it, being able to feel him and this unique warmth that only he could spread inside of her.

Erielle couldn’t help but entwine their fingers, lacing them together, and prompted by her acceptance, Zevran slid closer, their shoulders touching. She had yet to learn to lean on anybody with her worries or simply for the sake of comfort, but having him close at least stopped the loneliness from spreading that she felt ever since she left his tent. He didn’t have to come and find her. He didn’t need to ask her about what was going on. But he did, and that was almost enough for Erielle to start crying, knowing that someone cared about her.

“Do you think I’m a bad Warden?” she asked timidly, rubbing her eyes quickly in the dark before he could notice the tears collecting. “Be honest.”

Zevran took a deep breath at that and letting it out loudly, implying that he had a hard time with the question. “I haven’t met many Wardens on my adventures. At least, none I remember. Alistair worried me they’d be all like him, but you gave me hope that they are a decent bunch. So, yes, I think you are a good Warden.”

“Wynne-- Someone,” Erielle quickly corrected herself, not wanting to stir up trouble, but of course, Zevran heard. “--told me I might be negligent of my duties, and I’m not sure if it’s true or not. I-” Erielle sighed.

“I’m afraid to do something wrong.”

Her confession was met with silence as Zevran thought. His thumb circled comfortingly over the back of her hand, and he squeezed it tenderly, encouragingly. “Wynne did? I wasn’t aware she was such an expert on the matter. The old lady just loves getting into your business, I noticed.”

His head turned towards her, though Erielle had a hard time looking him into his eyes, instead focusing her gaze on their hands. “It’s because of me, isn’t it?”

Eyes widening, Erielle bit her lip. She wasn’t aware Zevran would piece it together so quickly, much less that he’d bring it up. But her silence was answer enough, and much to her despair, he pulled his hand from hers, leaving only cold behind where his warmth had been. “I know it’s because of me. I generally do not care for the opinion of others, but I’ve been around you long enough to know you worry about them. And… I care about your opinion, strangely enough.”

It took him a moment to overcome his own hesitation as he surprised her with an unexpected question. “Did I… do something wrong?”

“No!” she denied vehemently, noticing herself how forward her reply had been, taking both of them aback. “No… no, you didn’t. I- Well…”

“I’m sorry…” Erielle whispered, feeling the crushing weight of rejection and disappointment. It made her want to run away again, cry in her pillow, but she barely found the strength to stand up at that moment. If she even made Zevran think that he was doing something wrong even though the problem was all hers, then what good was she? Zevran was a - at times overly - confident and chipper personality. If she made him question himself, then was it right to want to stay with him when all she did was tearing him down?

“Don’t be, I understand.” His words were worse than the piercing daggers he had directed at her before. He took it with much more grace than Erielle could ever imagine herself do it. But he wasn’t finished talking, much to her surprise as the situation seemed so final to her. “What do you think? What do you want to do?”

Lifting her head, Erielle turned it into his direction for the first time they were sitting there. She was holding back the tears, squinting her eyes, and having a hard time sorting through her thoughts. “I want to be a good Warden. I’ve only ever done the things I was supposed to! But now… Now I want to be with you as well. There’s no saying how all of this will end. We might be dead by tomorrow night, or we aren’t. As such, there is so much to lose it almost seems stupid to not enjoy what we have.”

“It does,” he chuckled, and Erielle nodded affirmatively, wishing she could reach out and hold his hand this time as he almost sounded sad. She knew it was harder for him to talk about his feelings, but the smallest hints he was leaving gave her hope that he felt the same as her. “We can’t be sure,” he sighed, pausing briefly before looking at her and lowering his gaze again right away. “We don’t know how the future looks, but if you are worried about whether or not I will be there in the morning, I told you I would be with you as long as you need me. And if it doesn’t work out… we can still stop seeing each other when we decide it’s right. Or not?”

His pointer finger reached out over to her hand resting on her knee. A simple, curious gesture if she was open to his suggestion. Lifting her palm welcomingly, he slipped his hand beneath hers again, and this time it was Erielle who squeezed him reassuringly. “If there’s a time you feel like your neglecting your duties because of me, you know you can come and tell me. We can figure it out. Together.”

Their eyes met, and a small smile crept back over Erielle’s lips as she saw his confident expression, unwavering. An inspiration to her. “Not everyone will like what you do, but everyone will try to get into your business. Especially because you are who you are, there will always be people that will question you and try to push their opinions on you. Should that stop you from doing what you want? No! ’Cause life isn’t worth ruining yourself to please everyone.”

Gripping her hand tightly, he let go of it once again, scampering to his feet and stretching out with a groan. “You said you want to be with me, yes? Is it okay to assume that I make you happy then?”

Turning around, Zevran gave her a cocky grin, but knowing he had hit the nail on the head, Erielle could only roll her eyes jokingly at him, noticing the hand he held out towards her. “I firmly believe in doing things that make you happy. And following this logic, you should be doing me--”

“Zevran!” Erielle called him out before he could finish, putting her hand in his without much hesitation. He helped her up, and the two shared a long stare into each other’s eyes before Zevran lowered his voice, speaking more serious this time. “You know, I’d not suggest anything without my uttermost respect for you, so it is up to you. I won’t deny what I want to do with you if you come with me, but I won’t be pushing myself on to you if you don’t feel like it. In contrary to others, I trust in your decisions and that you will do what is right in every situation, my dear Warden. And I will follow you until you tell me to leave.”

Moved by his words, Erielle squeezed his hand, looking at them. Zevran, too, believed in her, which already made two. Two were more than one - herself - and she once again noticed how this trust was given to her by all her companions and the people she met so far. It far outnumbered her doubts and the ones Wynne’s had. Even if it wouldn’t be able to solve all the problems she caused for herself, knowing that Zevran was open to try and believe in her decisions no matter what they would be greatly improved the self-perception she had of herself. And it also reassured Erielle to know he’d have her back now and in the future, just like he always had. Hearing that there was someone who’d work with her on problems she might face was more than she could hope for, for her future.

In comparison to her first encounter with him, Zevran didn’t want to harm her anymore. He wanted her to stand in for herself and what she was doing; have her belief in herself, and live without the doubts that all of them might experience in a lifetime. Regrets were unavoidable. They came with the time that passed as if nothing ever happened, even if tragedy struck. But it wasn’t worth getting worked up over problems that hadn’t even been created yet. That’s what Erielle wanted to believe he was telling her. That was the conclusion she came to, even if it would be hard to let go of her old, worrying habits.

Zevran wasn’t pushing her to do something she didn’t want nor pulled her where he wanted to. He waited, patiently, for her to give him the signal to go. She brushed by him, pulling him along instead, their hands tightly united, and he only needed a few steps to catch up with her. It was her answer, and she decided to believe in the things he made her realize. Believe in the cause she was fighting for, as well as in the budding relationship the two had. After all, no one else came for her when she felt at her lowest. It was Zevran who gave her back the strength when no one else did, and Erielle wanted to believe that this meant more than even words could.

His fingers left their invisible marks on her skin. Marks of warmth and affection; desire and teasing. She felt them tickling even without the need for scratching, simply because Erielle wanted it so much. One hand fondled her breast, playing with her nipple with fingers circling over them, giving them twists and tugs and releasing them much too early. With his other hand, Zevran had long started teasing her pussy, making it ache for bigger, faster, and more that filled her.

From his lips, honey-coated words fell, too many to recount, and yet, every one of them made Erielle’s heart jump higher and beat faster as if this was a contest. Zevran clearly was winning. She couldn’t fight him in a battle he was much more knowledgeable about, and she found herself enjoying letting loose as she succumbed to him. Exactly like she thought, this way, she was able to release the tension all throughout her body, only falling into the soft cushions of making sweet love with the person she adored.

She could feel his member brushing against her rear while Zevran worked up a heat in her loins, and Erielle instinctively reached back, wishing to share the pleasure with him. An appreciative chuckle fell off his lips as he nibbled on her ear, tender bites exuding a tingle down her spine. “You’re such a fast learner. I’m very proud of you.”

Though his tone was teasing, there was no sarcasm. Perhaps Zevran truly was able to take pride in what he had taught her, her hand stroking his cock like he instructed her before. In comparison to her, Zevran had never been shy, guiding her to his favorite spots on his body and showing her the ropes while the two were still figuring out the same for her. With nothing but patience and a tireless curiosity, he never stepped away from the challenge of making her feel good, and it was all the more reason to appreciate him.

Gliding her hand up and down his shaft and gently rubbing it over his tip, Zevran soon enough let out a pleased melody in the form of hums. Erielle encouraged him to do more, so much so, she found herself biting her lip to suppress the sounds she wanted to make. Her hesitation in voicing her pleasure didn’t go unnoticed, Zevran’s hand straying from her breast to her mouth, inquiring as to why she was holding back so much. “Don’t bite too hard, love. Why don’t you sing for me like before?”

Embarrassment flushed over Erielle’s expression, enough for Zevran to know. He furrowed his brow, his hand below coming to a halt. “Erielle,” he spoke firmly, not knowing what was going on. Concern was written all over his face, not the expression one should make when in the middle of sex. However, Erielle’s well-being was more important to him than the fun they were having - especially if it wasn’t fun for her anymore.

“It’s… It’s just…”

Erielle felt incredibly embarrassed to voice it. Wynne’s words returned to her mind as the older mage awkwardly tried to convey to her that she was way too vocal, everyone being able to hear her from afar. “What if someone hears?” she whispered, pressing the words through her clenched teeth while nervously looking at the walls of the tent. “Oh dear,” Zevran sighed, chuckling. “So what if they hear?”

“Well, you know... What if we wake someone? What if I am too loud?”

At this, Zevran’s brows furrowed anew, and he laid his head to the side questioningly. “Did Wynne say that too?”

Erielle didn’t need to answer. He knew solely from her expression that it was true. “Oh, that hag--” Zevran cursed under his breath before quickly regaining his composure, knowing it was a sore spot. From his position spooning Erielle from behind, Zevran climbed on top of her, reaching for her hands and lifting them over her head, holding her down with one hand. “We can stop if you like,” he offered, his free hand brushing down her arms lightly, barely touching her and leaving the sensation of a feather running down her skin. “But I truly believe she is jealous.”

At this comment, Erielle couldn’t help but snort before laughing loudly. “No, no, you don’t understand!” Zevran laughed, a bright grin on his lips after seeing her cute reaction. “She probably hasn’t gotten the chance to get laid lately. Or ever. I’d know some guys who’d love to get a chance with her, though. Maybe she is missing the sensation?”

“Okay, okay,” Erielle laughed. “I don’t want to imagine it if I am honest.”

“That is fair. However…” Leaning in, Zevran was close enough for a kiss but kept his lips free to speak. Observing her for a moment, he waited for Erielle to try and lean in, keeping her at bay just so he could tease her a little. “Don’t you want to make her even more jealous? Give her a taste of what she is missing out on?”

Holding back, Erielle pursed her lips, still waiting for a kiss. Zevran replied quickly, letting her taste the sweet affection of his lips, together with his eager tongue, before dragging both of them down her jaw and neck. “If you have nothing to say, I will continue now. Can’t promise that you’ll be able to keep your pretty mouth shut all throughout the night, though.”

Zevran settled his legs in between hers, slowly pushing them apart, and Erielle didn’t stop him. Wynne was still nagging in her mind, but knowing the wonderful sensations and fantastic experience she was about to have, it was hard to say no. Zevran was right, implying that there were no serious repercussions for their actions, aside from maybe ‘making Wynne jealous’. But he wrapped his words in a way that would not let her fall back down her spiral. Perhaps she just had to do her best to keep quiet, but Erielle didn’t want to stop Zevran either. He had been her first and only man to ever make her feel her body so vividly, and it still took her breath away whenever she thought back to the nights they had spent together.

His tip poking against her entrance already made her melt in anticipation, and his mouth working his way back to her breasts left hot trails of saliva behind, causing the colder air around their bodies to tickle her pleasurably. No one ever taught her how good anticipation could feel - given if it was the right one. Zevran, however, was a master in lifting the expectations and fulfilling them as well.

Slowly, his hips pressed into hers, gliding in effortlessly after all the preparations he had made to ready Erielle for it. There was no stinging sensation or dry rubbing, her walls spreading welcomingly for Zevran’s cock, just like they were used to. Immediately, Erielle was made speechless from it, only gasping for air. But when his face peaked up over her, her lips curled into a smile, and the two shared a deep kiss while Zevran began to move.

Erielle couldn’t understand why people shunned a sensation as great as sex. They adored masterpieces of art and symphonies of orchestras. Still, they couldn’t accept how good it felt to be completely united with someone you like and desire. To lay in the arms of the person while they filled you, both in your heart and down below, their touches tender and their kisses showcases of their devotion for you at that moment.

Erielle didn’t even realize a moan slipping out in a vulnerable moment, none of it covered or hushed by anyone. “More ~” Zevran breathed. “Tell me all about it.”

Digging his arms under her back, Zevran lifted her up and, letting himself fall back, put Erielle on top of him. She was surprised by it, but he didn’t leave her any room for questions, rocking his hips continuously into her. “How does it feel if I touch you here?” he asked, running his fingers down her spine. Erielle sighed blissfully, cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss before answering. “It feels wonderful. You’re hands feel amazing.”

“And here?” he continued, palms over her hips and fingertips pressing into her flesh one after another. Heaving another blissful sigh, Erielle felt how her muscles reacted under the pressure while she was penetrated by his cock. Surely, Zevran felt it as well as her inner walls clamped around him, holding his shaft tightly when he found the right spot. “G-Good!” Erielle moaned, unable to hold back even as she brought one hand in front of her mouth.

Inside of her, Zevran was not finished exploring her spots. By straddling him, he had much more room for different movements, his tip reaching new depths and leaving new sensations in her core. The electric waves of pleasure weren’t new but just as impactful on Erielle as they had been on their first night.

“You’re like a goddess,” Zevran mumbled against her skin, his lips leaving fluttering kisses all over her collarbones and shoulders. Places Erielle didn’t know could be so sensitive before meeting Zevran. And yet, they caused shudders, tension, and release all over her. She embraced Zevran, pulling him even closer, wanting even more. He didn’t disappoint.

Unlike before, Erielle was coached into working her hips, her body much more sincere and knowledgeable than she might admit to herself. Deep down, she knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted him. Zevran. Her mouth couldn’t stop making obscene noises, but with Zevran encouraging her, pushing harder every time she moaned, she willingly let herself appreciate sex. It was so much more pleasurable and easy to simply give in to him, hold his warm body in her embrace and run her hands over his soft skin and strong muscles. Relying on his strength to hold her and not let her fall was such a relief to Erielle, both literally and figuratively. She knew he’d be there to catch her if push came to shove, no matter how their relationship would continue.

“Zevran--” she gasped, looking into his beautiful amber eyes glowing in the dim light of the lantern. She didn’t need to tell him what she was feeling at that exact moment, his grin revealing he knew right away. Pride and confidence were mixing with the adoring gleam of someone who encouraged her whole being in his gaze, adoring her. “Come,” he incited her, “Show me that pretty face when you do.”

Shuddering, she held on tight as Zevran pushed in once more, their hips so perfectly aligning with each other while Erielle moaned uncontrollably. Even when he kissed her, Zevran didn’t discourage her from being loud, letting the unified sounds vibrate on their lips. Erielle felt the pleasure build and disperse throughout her, from her toes to her forehead, fogging her mind temporarily. However, Zevran got her, holding her gently in his arms while managing his own desires. A few last pushes before he pulled out, finishing on her stomach with hot spurts of semen and deep, happy groans from him.

Laying her back down into the warm, soft furs now that their bodies were cooling down, Zevran left kisses on her cheeks and brushing his lips to her forehead, making her giggle. He was so careful and tender as he wiped her down, inquiring her help to do the same to him. “How are you feeling?” he asked, playing with strands of her hair after he pulled the blanket over them and inched closer to her to keep warm.

“I’m good. And you?”

“Oh, I’m very good!” Zevran replied with no hesitation whatsoever. “I feel like you and I are really getting the hang of it!”

“We sure do,” Erielle chuckled, gladly receiving another kiss on her forehead. She would have loved to drift off to sleep just like that, but it seemed like another question was lingering on Zevran’s mind before they could do just that.

“No bad aftertaste, I hope? I’d simply hate it if you’d regret this amazing night.” His voice was lower now, head resting next to hers on the pillow. “I don’t. I don’t think I could ever regret this,” Erielle mumbled back, cuddling into his chest. Zevran embraced her, memories of his touches being replaced by new, tender ones all over her body.

“Good. Me neither,” he whispered quietly, more to himself. Still, Erielle’s lips curled into a smile as she nuzzled her face into his warm body, glad that all those things that had worked her up all evening now came to an end. Falling asleep in his arms felt like a good decision. One, that solved her problems and that she could believe in for as long as they lived.

No matter what anyone might think, this certainly was not a bad judgment on her part.

“So… about our previous conversation.”

Wynne’s voice tore Erielle out of her thoughts as the group marched towards the next town on their list. They hadn’t talked much beyond greetings and instructions, so having Wynne approaching her surprised Erielle.

“It came to my attention that I might have offended you with what I said the other day, and I want to apologize for that.”

For a moment, Erielle had to think about what exactly Wynne meant, but she quickly remembered the evening where the mage accused her of being unfit for the position she was in. “Oh…” Erielle mumbled, being made aware of all that happened back then. However, after she resolved everything with Zevran, she had another long talk with him the following days, and his words stuck with her enough to resolve the uneasiness she felt. “Yeah, it was...” Searching for words, Erielle took heart, taking a deep breath. “It was inappropriate, Wynne, and I hope we don’t have to talk this way to each other anymore.”

It was probably the most firm she had spoken with any of her group, making her hope she wasn’t too rude. At the same time, it felt good to get it off her chest and not letting Wynne have the upper hand over her again. “I know how you feel about him, but Zevran… I think your thoughts on him are misguided by his appearance. He and I… we just click, and I like him. A lot. Which doesn’t mean it would get in the way of our cause, ever.”

Wynne nodded in understanding, and though Erielle couldn’t read her mind, she liked to think that Wynne simply accepted what she said. She wouldn’t have to like it. No one needed to. All that mattered was that Erielle was satisfied with the decision she made, and at the end of the day, laying next to Zevran, she was more than satisfied.

Looking back over her shoulder, she caught the eyes of her lover, smiling brightly at him as if to say, “I did it! I stood up for myself!” and Zevran seemed to understand, returning her smile. He winked at her encouragingly, and suddenly, Erielle realized it must have been him who told Wynne about what she had done. Erielle looked back at the path before her, always going forward, feeling her face heat up as she found out Zevran had gone out of his way for her to settle the things that were bothering her.

How lucky she was that there was someone in her life who’d walk this path with her, support her and encourage her.

Someone like Zevran.

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Stormy Night

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Characters: Leon X Aminia (OC) X Raihan (Characters from Pokémon SWSH) Words: 2480 Genre/Tags: Fluff, Family Life, Pregnancy

“He’s asleep,” Aminia uttered gently towards Raihan, who lowered the paper he was reading to look at his spouses coming back, greeting them with a smile. “He was a little fussy,” Leon sighed, a look at the clock telling him they had taken almost thirty minutes. Aminia elbowed him gently, taking his attention back to her. “That’s because his papa, who is never home, is trying to tell him to sleep away the time he has with him.”

Apologetic, Leon rubbed the back of his head, Aminia’s words not without effect. He knew well enough how little time he had at home and for his family, his duties always taking up the whole day and often going deep into the night. Nonetheless, they all knew this before building their relationship, providing Leon with the comforts of a family whenever he managed to come home. Aminia took the chance to ruffle his hair as he leaned forward, kissing his cheek before walking over to Raihan. Moving his leg aside, she made herself some space next to him before sinking into the soft cushions of their couch while Leon disappeared into the bathroom.

Outside, the storm was still raging. They’ve had rain and hail for a few days already, but that day was presumably the last and also the worst one of the storm they’ve been experiencing. Thus, it was especially loud and prominent that day. Raindrops were hitting the windows relentlessly, and the wind was blowing through the roof tiles. There wasn’t much to do other than sitting it out, but at least they were all together.

Raihan followed her eyes as Aminia frowned at the loud thunder coming from outside, only just having put Berry, their son, into bed finally. “I hope the lightning won’t scare him,” she sighed, and Raihan put his arm around her, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. “He’s a clever kid,” he reassured Aminia, and she nodded with a faint smile on her lips. “He knows that lightning can’t do anything to him inside his room.”

Hearing Leon’s steps approaching, Raihan lifted his head towards his husband. Feeling Aminia’s tense shoulders under his touch, he nodded towards the kitchen, and Leon raised an eyebrow questioningly. “How about some wine?” Raihan suggested, glancing at the wall clock briefly to see if his suggestion came at a reasonable time. Even though it was only seven in the evening, the outside had been dark and menacing for hours. It could have very well been midnight already.

Leon’s lips curled into a smile as he joined the idea with, “I’ll get it,” but Aminia held him back. Driving her hand down her stomach, she made a sound as if she was full from a feast, shaking her head. “Not for me,” she smiled at Leon, who briefly glanced at Raihan. Shrugging, Raihan only pulled Aminia closer, and Leon went ahead to fetch the wine for the two of them. “Are you sure you don’t want to drink anything?” he asked, and Aminia shook her head. “I don’t feel like it.”

Suspicious, Raihan kept glancing at the hand that was patting her belly gently. Even if she wasn’t much of a drinker, Aminia did indulge in the casual glass of wine with her husbands, even when she was feeling full from dinner. Even if she didn’t say it, he couldn’t help but question it a little. However, Raihan shrugged it off as a stomach ache. The clinking of the glasses tore Raihan out of his thoughts, and he watched as Leon poured the deep red into them. Handing one to Raihan, the three of them finally all settled down on the couch, leaning back and releasing the tension of the day that had been sitting on their shoulders. Almost simultaneously, they heaved deep sighs, bringing amused grins to their lips.

Pulling her legs in, Aminia cuddled up against Raihan’s chest, Leon fumbling with a big, wool blanket before laying it over his partners, both men tugging at a corner each. All while Aminia had the pleasure of being warmed by her husbands from both sides as Leon finally made another big sigh and closed his eyes for a second. The storm had all three of them on edge, but as the champion, he had the most responsibilities whenever something happened. Anything, really.

“I think it would be good if you and Berry could spend some time together soon,” Aminia mumbled, sliding her legs over Leon’s lap and searching for his hand under the blanket. Finding it, Leon squeezed hers back affectionately, but his expression turned apologetic as he looked over to her. “I know. I want, and surely, soon, I can. But there will be a lot going on once this storm passes, and until then, he will need to wait for me just a little longer.”

Aminia looked into his eyes for a quiet moment before nodding understandingly. It wasn’t easy for Leon to always have to push his family away in favor of his work, but he was right about having responsibilities that far exceeded going on a bit of father-son-bonding. Patting Aminia’s shoulder reassuringly, the attention was drawn to Raihan, who looked at the two with a comforting, easygoing smile on his lip. In their relationship, he was their tower of strength. Calm, collected, despite how heated he could get on the battlefield. “I will take Berry to see his Papa work when the rain stops, and maybe the two can hang out a bit. It’ll help him to understand what Leon is doing while he’s away, too.”

“That’s true. I sure hope the storm doesn’t continue much longer--”

Just as Aminia was about to finish her sentence, the lights flickered in their living room, three heads looking upwards. As the sound of thunder erupted outside again, the light gave another weak flicker before it suddenly went out, leaving all of them in the darkness. “Fantastic,” Raihan mumbled, and Aminia could feel him shuffle behind her as if he was trying to get out without disturbing the other two.

“No, no. Just stay,” she held Raihan back, unable to see his expression until all of their eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. Nonetheless, she knew he was thinking it over before she felt him falling back into the cushions with a heavy sigh. “It doesn’t really matter if we’re sitting in the darkness or not,” Leon laughed, tiredness bringing his voice down, but he was still chipper as eve. His free hand was brushing over Aminia’s legs as he got lost in thoughts for a while, having put down the wine glass even before the light went out.

She could feel Raihan’s even breaths, his chest rising and falling while he played with a strand of her hair, taking sips from his glass every now and then. None of them said anything as they enjoyed just being in each other’s company. Aminia’s hand fell back to her stomach, and she tenderly circled over it, knowing why the topic of Leon’s absence had become so important to her lately. A new life was growing inside of her, and though she had yet to tell her husbands, she hoped that they’d be overjoyed with spending time with the new family member as well. Nothing could make their family more ‘their’ family than the many personalities and lives that came together under a roof, but Aminia was looking forward to the new addition. If that would make Leon come home more often, then that was only a win for everyone.

“Just like that,” she mumbled. “If only we could stay like this more often.”

She didn’t get a response, even if their hands and touches never disappeared. They carried on like that, in the rhythm of the raindrops pattering against the glass windows. Thunder and lightning weren’t what made it comfortable, but the presence of her husbands, the warm blanket, and knowing everyone was doing okay, was more than enough to call the feeling serene happiness.

“The forecast said the storm will stop around eight,” Raihan whispered, his voice enough to be heard over the rain but not disturbing the peace they built at all. “Yeah, the Pokémon don’t seem too concerned about it anymore either.”

Rolling her head to the side, Aminia could make out the silhouettes of the little and big dragons of their family sleeping peacefully, cuddled up just like the three of them were. In the occasional light of a thunderbolt, she saw their relaxed faces, enjoying the time they had in the dryness and warmth inside the house. Especially Leon’s adventure-shaped Pokémon seemed thankful for the downtime, already knowing what work would await them when they had to go out again.

Laughing to herself, Aminia gave a small, amused chuckle as she noticed one of her Appletun crawl out under Leon’s Charizard’s wing. “I think we have too many dragons in the house. They barely have space,” she noted, drawing the attention of everyone to the pile of sleeping Pokémon.

“Oh, they chose that position,” Raihan laughed softly, and Leon couldn’t hold back a chuckle either. “They look like they enjoyed it,” he noted before feeling the tug on his arm as Aminia brought the three of them closer together as well. “Just like us,” she giggled, earning soft smiles and faces nuzzled in her shoulder and hair.

“It might be hard to get to the kitchen, though,” Leon noted, remembering best how he struggled to get in and out of the room with long tails and legs everywhere. “Luckily, we have all we need,” Raihan remarked, lifting his glass before taking a big sip. “And we don’t need to go anywhere soon,” Aminia added, sinking further under the blanket. Silence briefly fell over them as they all thought about their own places to be, and Aminia was the first one to sigh. “I hope the roads are free tomorrow,” she mumbled from under the blanket, thinking about how to get to work the next day.

“You can always call a Taxi,” Leon suggested, massaging her calve on his lap reassuringly. “I know… but I don’t really want to pay for one if I don’t have to.”

It was much easier for the two gym leaders with their Pokémon capable of flying, to get from one place to another, than it was for her, but Aminia knew that in the worst case, she could count on the flying taxis all over Galar. And if push came to shove, surely one of her husbands would take her with them to her bakery. Still, the storm was concerning, flooding the streets and surely taking down some trees all around the region. There was no telling how much destruction it would cause inside the cities and to buildings, but all three of them hoped for only mild damages. Arminia glanced at Leon, wondering how hard he’d have to work after it ceased.

Another sigh rolled off tired lips, this time Leon’s. Leaning on Aminia a bit more, he closed his eyes again, Raihan’s hand wandering from her hair to Leon’s, tenderly brushing through it. Opening her arms for him, Aminia held her husband steady while he rested, Raihan’s strong chest in her back holding her in return.

Warmed, in the comfort of people she loved, Aminia kept thinking back to the baby. The joy and stress an infant would bring. And yet, with her husbands and a son that she loved endlessly, she knew that they’d overcome the hurdles again as well. Closing her eyes as well, she placed her free hand on her stomach again, two more hands finding hers beneath the blanket, their touches warm and supportive. It didn’t take long for Aminia to doze off, her mind drifting off to all the fun things her family had already done, all the trips and vacations, but also the days spent at home together, filled with laughter and love.

It didn’t take long for both men to notice her steady breaths, the tenderness of her sleeping body. But they remained in the same position for a while longer, until the raindrops became less and less, the growling of the thunder only to be heard in the distance anymore. Leon was the first to move, carefully, not wanting to wake his wife, looking up at Raihan, who was deep in thought as he watched over his family. “We should get her to bed,” Leon whispered, and Raihan nodded, the now clear night sky letting in enough light to make it easier to communicate non-verbally.

Raihan helped Leon as the latter stood up, keeping the blanket over his wife before picking her up into his arms. Both of them walked over the wooden floor towards their bedroom, hoping the creaking would not disturb her slumber. Laying her down in their shared bed, Leon brushed away some strands of hair while Raihan tugged her in, both of them briefly watching her sleep before they left, closing the door behind them.

“What now?” Raihan asked, testing out the lights now that the storm was over, relieved when they flickered on again. Picking up the glasses from the table, he disappeared in the kitchen, careful not to fall over a sleeping Pokémon on his way. But when he came out, Leon was already putting on his jacket, slipping the house keys into his pocket as he got ready to leave.

“I should start with work early if I ever want to be home with you guys.”

He laughed, but there was bitter embarrassment written on his face. Even if Leon knew that no one in his family was holding a grudge against him, Raihan was aware that it was a topic that bothered the champion. Shaking his head as he chuckled, he walked over to put his coat on as well, Leon giving him a questioning look. “I’ll help. It’ll be faster if we do it together, right?”

Calling on their Pokémon quietly, the two set out, Leon having a relieved and happy smile on his face as he closed the door behind them, feeling supported and loved. “Besides…” Raihan took a deep breath, making a long pause to get the attention of his husband. “I think the champion will need a lot more time off in the future.”

“What do you mean?” Leon asked, confused as Raihan seemed to suggest something. But the latter only smiled, putting a hand on his stomach. “I think there’s going to be a surprise for us soon.”

Dumbfounded, Leon was left behind as Raihan took off first. Imitating what he had seen on his spouses throughout the night, he put a hand on his stomach, thinking for a long moment. The sudden realization brought warmth to his face, his eyes widening in surprise as the message reached him before the softest of smiles crossed his lips.

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rhomsfanfic · 2 years

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rhomsfanfic · 2 years

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30 Genshin Prompts

I decided to make a little promptlist for me and share it here Feel free to use if you are interested in it! ♥

Can be used as either a monthly challenge or use each prompt as you please!

01. Sweet Flower

02. Hilichurl

03. Vision

04. Angel’s Share

05. Cooking

06. Mora

07. Gadget

08. Defeat

09. Sheer Cold

10. Treasure

11. Archon

12. Music

13. Seelie

14. Wangshu Inn

15. Adventure

16. Wind Glider

17. Tent

18. Books

19. Teapot

20. Glaze Lily

21. Weapon

22. Puzzle

23. Fatui

24. Komore Teahouse

25. Ruins

26. Climbing

27. Statue of the Seven

28. Delusion

29. Domain

30. Wish

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rhomsfanfic · 3 years

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Hi! Can I please request your take on a soulmate au with either Atsumu or Osamu? Thank you 💕

Hi ♥ Absolutely! I’ll go with the red-string-soulmates as we talked about before, thanks for you request :3

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Atsumu

➤ Atsumu’s thoughts are always on other things than the “annoying string tugging on his nerves,” as he calls it lovingly when he’s upset. People keep reminding him of how important it is. Still, Atsumu believes his true love lies in volleyball, and some stranger at the other end of his string won’t change that. Miracles are told far and wide, but it won’t be this way for him. His more curious brother brings up the questions about who Atsumu thinks his soulmate is, but how would Atsumu know? It’s not that he’s been looking for them and also doesn’t think he ever will start to look.

➤ Except for when he’s alone. Finally a star player, people are very eager to become acquainted with him, but somehow, he always finds himself reluctant to accept anyone. Not because he isn’t interested in having dates or a relationship, but he sees no point in going out with someone who isn’t his soulmate, fearing they will leave him the moment they find their fated one. It’s weird to think he denied it all throughout his school years, never looking if maybe that special person is around him already, but now that he’s left alone and a little lonely, he misses them.

➤ It’s a shock for everyone when Atsumu flukes a serve in an important match, but he seems to get back into the game quickly enough to avoid suspicion. But just now, before his fingers touched the ball, he felt a tug at his pinky, his eyes immediately snapping into the direction he felt it from. Atsumu accidentally missed his timing which is very rare for him, but in the crowd, he couldn’t make out if someone was trying to contact him. The game goes well enough, but he’s hardly the player everyone knows and loves, his teammates getting worried about him as Atsumu seems out of it. Volleyball is his true love, but if his fated other is somewhere out there, it’s harder to concentrate on the sport than on that fact.

➤ The game is won, luckily, but not because of Atsumu’s efforts. Everyone is teasing and trying to cheer him up as he’d typically get very upset about himself. To their shock, he brushes all of them off curtly. Right after the ceremony, he’s the first to run, scout the area. It’s almost impossible to find one person in a sea of hundreds of visitors, but he at least has to try. So he does the same as them; he tugs at the string. Again, and again. And at the third time, someone finally retaliates, pulling Atsumu to them instead. He grins as he thinks about how annoying that string is. Especially when your partner is so close, they can bother you with it. However, when he finally runs into them, the only person standing still while everyone around them is moving, his smile only grows wider, and they grin back at him. He would never admit it, but the people saying it feels like a miracle to find the person you are destined for... they were right.

Osamu

➤ Just like Osamu knew that Atsumu loves volleyball more than he does, he also believed there’s more behind the whole soulmate thing. He tried dating when he got some spare time. Tried seeing if he could find someone to be destined with beyond that red string on his pinky, but it’s as much of a blessing as it is a curse. Most people he dated left him eventually for seemingly unimportant reasons. Still, he can’t find it in himself to be upset because he’s sure he didn’t actually love them either, more the idea of being in love with them. While he tries to find the meaning of all of this, and maybe see if there are other options than letting fate decide, his eyes always drifted to the ones of a classmate he never even knew the name of until they suddenly appear in his store, years later.

➤ Sure, he’s surprised to see them, but he also feels the strong pull towards them, and his heart quicken. It’s almost like back then, but he never approached them, thinking they couldn’t be the one he was looking for. They look much the same as when they were younger, just perhaps, both of them are more mature now. Maybe that’s why he finds it easier to talk to them now and look them in the eyes properly. Osamu certainly can’t take his eyes off of them, just like in the past. Maybe it’s this one? he thinks as he asks them on a date, and they agree, both of them grinning from ear to ear. Everything is perfect, a little too perfect even with his newfound love. Osamu introduces them to his family, and they start making plans about moving in together. He thought he finally found a way out of that whole ‘soulmate’ thing until Atsumu hits him with the question that makes his heart hurt. “What if they leave you for their real soulmate?”

➤ It sits deep, Osamu has to admit. No one can ever know when they find their soulmate. Or perhaps, when you do, you know—but how would he know when he never experienced it? It’s dreadful. Knowing they are waiting for him at home, but in reality, they are waiting for their fated soulmate to come and rescue them from Osamu. When he finally steps through the door, they grin at him from the kitchen, ushering him inside. Osamu doesn’t feel like being happy with them at that moment, but they pressure him into taking a seat on the couch next to them, handing him a yearbook he had long forgotten about.

➤ “Did you know back then?” they ask, looking at him expectantly. “What?” he replies, confused. “That we were soulmates!” Their laugh rings in his ear as their statement only confuses him more. “We are?” Osamu questions honestly, and they elbow him gently, calling him “silly”. They knew, they reveal. Because the first time their eyes met, their world changed. “You never told me,” he questions, and they chuckle, admitting they were too shy to approach him and thinking so was he since he only ever looked at them. For Osamu, it wasn’t a miracle. What he wanted had always been right before his eyes, and yet he never realized it. The real miracle was that they were here with him now, never having given up on him even though their lives separated briefly after school. “I knew one day that I had to go see you again, and I don’t regret it,” they admit, smiling. He kisses them before they can say more, closing his eyes and holding their hand tightly in his, not even now noticing how their red strings connect from one pinky to the other.

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rhomsfanfic · 3 years

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Hii I'm the anon who asked for that headcanon of Nagito. I just wanted to say that I loved ❤️❤️❤️🥺

Aw, so glad you liked it!! Thanks for requesting ♥

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rhomsfanfic · 3 years

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Okay so I read from your delicious *other* blog that you take requests here?

Can I ask your opinion about a miya twins one?🥺

Of course! Hit me with it ^_^

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So I started playing Danganronpa a little while ago and I was wondering what it would be like for Nagito to have a s/o who is the Ultimate Hope. Could you write this pretty please?

No pressure tho. And I love your works, keep it up ❤️❤️🥺

Thank you for requesting! I am glad you enjoy my writing ♥

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➤ Their initial relationship is a little messy, undeniably. Finally, Nagito has the image of perfection right in front of him. Everything he ever wanted and admired is so close to him that, like Icarus, he’s afraid to get hurt by flying too close to his sun. Mostly he worries about destroying something precious with his hands, but this is also the person he is falling in love with we’re talking about, complicating everything further. He can’t exactly avoid them and act in their shadow. Not when his heart aches for them.

➤ He really tries to keep his distance, despite their relationship being good from the get-go. He always worries about coming on too strong but can’t hold himself back in their presence either. Nagito will need his crush to have a lot of courage and make the first move if they ever want to get somewhere with their feelings. Despite his strong desire to be with them and be loved and appreciated by someone, he’s keeping himself back as much as possible, feeling unworthy of their attention when there is so much good they could do for humanity all on their own. Who is he to hold them back with his pitiful feelings?

➤ They can easily make out what he’s feeling with just one look into his lovestruck eyes, his sentences often trailing off and left unfinished when he’s talking with them since he forgets everything in their presence. And yet, when they laugh, his heart swells even more, and when they assure him with a gentle touch that everything is okay, the feeling left by their hand burns on his skin for days. Nagito has such a hard time handling his emotions. Usually, he’s such a mess when it comes to his emotional capabilities, but it seems so clear suddenly with them. He always thought it would be just admiration and devotion, but even Nagito learns that his feelings go beyond that.

➤However, he’s waiting, and he’d wait forever, for a clear sign from them. Mind you that they more than once hint at their feelings for him, but it’s easier for him to pretend they are joking than it is believing what he is witnessing. They practically have him hanging on their lips from the kiss they pulled him into, and yet, Nagito still thinks his crush is just using him to let off some steam after all the hard work they have to put into being the hope of humanity. He’ll get it, eventually. Somewhere between their seventh date and the first night they spend cuddled up, side by side, he suddenly realizes that they no longer just want him to be a means to their end. That they don’t need him idolizing them, but rather want to spend their precious free time at his side willingly. It’s excruciatingly hard to accept that they - of all people! - are the one to finally give him affection. Showing their care. Be the person to finally choose him. They could have had anybody as amazing as they are, but they want Nagito and no one else.

➤ But with those tears of happiness in his eyes, he only falls more in love with them as he holds them all throughout the night, unable to let go.

#Nagito #Nagito Komaeda #Komaeda Nagito #Danganronpa #dr2 komaeda #dr2 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair

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Hiii, are requests open? :)

Yep! ^^

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Hello, I'm new. Can I ask if you'll write for previous Pokémon games and Pokémon manga?

Hey! I played the games but unfortunately don't know the manga ): That's why I concentrate most on SW/SH ^^

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Instagram!!

Heya everyone!

I finally set up my instagram and started posting! I’m currently trying to catch up with my already done requests for my blogs and I’d be super happy if you’d join me there for everyday shenanigans and to revisit my older posts! I post both HCs & scenarios and if you are in similar fandoms as me, I am sure you’ll either find or revisit one of my nicer older posts while also new requests that come in! I also take request via IG as well! Please support me on Instagram, so my writing can reach more people ♥

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“I wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard.”

[Prompt taken from here]

A little something where you convince your husband to finally go to bed with you instead of working.

Characters: Diluc x Reader

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“Diluc.”

Your voice was enough to finally tear him out of the trance-like state he had been under. Not even once in his life had he complained about his work, but undeniably it has grown into a much more excessive part of his life, keeping him up on his legs all day, all night, and beyond into his dreams. If he wasn’t checking up on Angel’s Share or fighting under the cape of the night for Mondstadt’s safety, it was either paperwork or research that was keeping him awake. It would have been nice if it was only you keeping him busy.

“Love?” Diluc looked up, features softening as he saw you leaning against the door frame. Even if he looked just like the first day you met him, you slowly but surely had noticed the little signs of exhaustion that showed on his face. “It’s so late,” he instead pointed out, and you huffed, a tired smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “That’s what I should say.”

Moving closer, you circled the big table, a stunning piece of craftsmanship. But it was also the amenity you envied the most. “Sometimes I think you’re married to this table rather than me.”

Even though Diluc concealed the sigh, you knew exactly how to hurt him the most. So many things mattered to him, but you were high on his priorities. Having you point out the apparent faults he made wasn’t pleasant. Setting his quill aside, he brought his hands to his face, briefly rubbing out the tension that had built all night long, ever since he crawled into this nest, he called his office. “I know, I’m sorry,” is all that he could say and would say, and you had heard it at least a thousand times before.

Bringing your hand up to his head, you let your fingers run through the red strands of hair, something he always enjoyed. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and leaned into your palm, making you eager to comfort him. Where he was reluctant to get close to anyone, let alone have them touch him, around you, Diluc was willing to let his walls crumble at least a bit. You had known what kind of man he was when you agreed to marry him. He had asked you at least three times before the wedding if you were sure. If you were absolutely certain it should be him. Not even once had you hesitated with your answer. Not even once did you allow him to doubt your relationship.

“I wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard.”

But was that asking too much? Was it selfish that you wished you could have him for at least one night out of seven in a week just to yourself? Head tilted back, his eyes opening, Diluc looked at you, but at the same time, he didn’t. You could see it in the light reflecting in his irises that he dreaded your statement, feared to continuously do things wrong even if he wanted to do everything right. “You have wrinkles here,” you pointed out, bringing your free hand up to his forehead, drawing over the lines in his skins. “And you can’t hide these bags under your eyes from me.”

Placing your palm over his cheek, you tenderly caressed his face, actually managing to draw a short chuckle from him before he leaned down to kiss the inside of your hand. For a while, you two just remained this intimately, and with his eyes almost closing again, you could guess just how tired he must feel now that you tore him out of his concentration.

“Come to bed with me,” you urged, and immediately he tensed again, eyes snapping open to look at the many papers waiting on his desk still. But you reacted almost as quickly, turning his head to you and make him face you. “At least tonight. Please don’t let me sleep alone again… It makes me lonely.”

Briefly, you two stared at each other before he nodded, sighing deeply. Kissing your wrist once more, Diluc brushed off your hands on him gently in favor of pushing back his chair and getting up. Watching him stand up after he had been sitting for hours, you couldn’t help but think it made him look pretty old, and you grinned at the thought of teasing him. Finally seeing eye to eye with him, you snaked your arms around his torso, embracing him tightly with your head settling against his chest.

Rarely did you have the right time and place to be affectionate with each other. Even if he held your hand in public or even gave you a kiss to your head when he said his farewells, you never truly had him all to yourself like you had now. When Diluc hugged you back, it wasn’t a tight squeeze, more like he held himself back, as if afraid he could hurt you. Even after all this time, he was still a little awkward and shy with his affections, but you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. It was his way of caring for you, even if he only could do so much.

Instead, his head sunk to yours, resting on top, one of his hands gently dragging down your back. “I’m sorry for making you lonely. It wasn’t my intention.”

“I know,” you sighed, releasing him so you could look him in the face again. “Can’t you just let your employees handle some of the paperwork? So that when I wake up in the morning, the bed isn’t still freshly made next to me?”

This time it was his turn to comfort you. You saw him eyeing his gloves for a split second as he went to cup your face. Though you were prepared for the cool and soft feel of fabric, he changed his mind, instead pulling you forward into his chest again. “I will try. I’ll have them take some of the reports and try to see you more.”

“That’s all I ask for,” you smiled. You enjoyed having him show his thoughtfulness and tenderness, but you quickly realized that now wasn’t the time to bask in it. After all, he was still Diluc, owner of the dawn winery and angel’s share, Darknight Hero of Mondstadt, and your very, very tired husband.

“Let’s go,” you incited, taking his hand to walk him back to your shared bedroom. However, you stopped before leaving the office, raising your free hand to bring his face down to you a little. Surprising him with a kiss, Diluc caught on quickly enough, tempted by the softness of your lips and the love that was passed over from them. “I see now,” he mumbled solemnly as you took a break from the kiss. “What do you mean?”

“I was missing out on a lot,” he merely answered, kissing you, again and again, making you wish the sun would never rise so you could have him to yourself for just one more kiss.

#Diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc genshin #genshin #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #genshin writing #genshin scenario #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin headcanons #genshin oneshot

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rhomsfanfic · 3 years

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prompt list - fluff

a/n - feel free to reblog, most of these i came up with on my own, some i got from other prompt lists on the internet :)

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“i think i might love you.”

“can i touch you?”

“you smell nice, like flowers or something.”

“you’re blushing.” “am not!”

“just a few more minutes?”

“i wish you were here with me.”

“dance with me?”

“i’m yours, i’ve only ever been yours.”

“go back to sleep, i’m right here.”

“fuck, how do you do that?”

“can i lean on your shoulder?”

“you’re warm.”

“we could just stay in bed.”

“is that my shirt?”

“are you cold?”

“would it be okay if i kissed you?”

“i don’t just want to be your friend, can’t you see that?”

“i wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard.”

“i don’t care that you’re sick, i’ll still kiss you.”

“i’ll drive you home.”

“you’re shit at math.”

“take my jacket.”

“a kiss for good luck?”

“could you hold my hand?”

“you’re so cute when you’re mad.”

“you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

“are you bleeding?”

“i would do this everyday if i could.”

“i love you so much that it terrifies me.”

“you have soft hands.”

“are you tired?”

“you are everything to me, can’t you see that?”

“can i keep it, the photo of us?”

“you’re a terrible driver.”

“you are the person i want to spend the rest of my life with.”

“i’ve never met someone like you before.”

“you are home.”

“delete that! i look disgusting.” “i think you look beautiful!”

“would you stop that, i’m busy.”

“did you just kiss me?”

“i’m not jealous!” “you’re clearly jealous.”

“can i count your freckles?”

“your hands are so cold.”

“come lay down with me.”

“you wanna help me cook?” “isn’t that what i said.”

“your lips are chapped.”

“kiss me again.”

“ask nicely.” “fuck you.”

“i love your hugs.”

“look at me.”

#Prompts #Fluff Prompts #Aaah I have a lot of ideas for them #what a nice list!

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Dreams & Wishes

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Characters: Miya Osamu X Akaashi Keiji (Haikyuu!!) Genre: Fluff/Slice of Life/Relationship Words: 1440

Quiet and undisturbing was the groan that vibrated off Akaashi’s lips as he stretched, bringing his arms high over his head. The satisfying feeling of his body expanding, knocking the drowsiness out of his bones and readying him for the day, filled him as he sighed, lowering his limbs again. He was still rubbing his eyes as he noticed the shuffling next to him, another person slipping out of his dreams in favor of welcoming the morning.

“Mornin’,” Osamu grumbled, his voice hoarse, but on his lips, an excited smile showed. “Caught ya before ya get out today?” he asked, and the corners of Akaashi’s mouth curled upwards in response. “It’s Sunday. I don’t plan to get out of bed at all,” he joked, knowing better than anyone that he wasn’t the type of person to stay in. At the same time, this gave him an opportunity to tease his boyfriend, and Akaashi had to grin thinking about it.

“But I know someone who has to work today!”

With a loud groan, Osamu pulled Akaashi’s close-by, unoccupied pillow over his face, and Akaashi could watch as Osamu’s shoulders heaved a heavy sigh. From beneath the pillow, a faint voice rang out, barely audible as the fabric muffled it. “...not goin’.”

“Hm?” Akaashi probed, knowing exactly what Osamu had tried to tell him.

“I said--” Osamu started, lifting the pillow briefly and leaned up, squinting at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Well,” he corrected himself pensively, “at least for now, I’ll stay in bed.”

Pulling down the pillow from his face completely, Osamu patted the space next to him, which usually was occupied by his partner, giving Akaashi a tempting offer. “Stay with me?” he asked, and retorting in a joking, dramatic sigh, Akaashi let himself fall back - wanting nothing more than to indulge in their togetherness - turning to his side to face Osamu, who did the same.

“Did ya dream something nice?” Osamu inquired, letting his hand tenderly fall to Akaashi’s cheek, tracing his cheekbone with his thumb. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“And here I thought ya were the romantic one of us,” Osamu snorted as Akaashi leaned into the affection, grinning cheekily. “It’s not like we can choose what we’re dreaming. At least, I can’t, can you?” he retorted, and Osamu huffed, the smile on his lips only widening at that. “No can do. But I can say that I dreamed about ya.”

“Oh?” Curiosity piqued, Akaashi shuffled in his position, showing that all of his attention was on Osamu now, even though the warmth of the hand caressing his cheek was a welcome distraction. “Tell me about it?”

“Mhm,” Osamu hummed out loudly, his eyes breaking away from Akaashi’s as he thought. “We were somewhere abroad, and it was extremely hot outdoors. Australia or maybe Africa, I can’t remember the exact location.”

“So, like Japan in the summer?”

Osamu nodded. “But almost worse than Japan. I just remember you were super thirsty, and we went from store to store, but no one had any water we could buy.”

A few seconds passed while Osamu tried to remember more of the story, and Akaashi eventually spoke up first. “Did I die?”

“What?!” Osamu laughed up loudly, throwing his head back in amusement and shoulders shaking. “Of course not, you fool!”

The hand that had rested against Akaashi’s cheek until now drove up to ruffle his hair, Osamu still chuckling, amused by his boyfriend’s statement. “How can ya even say something like that? As if I’d let ya dehydrate while we’re on vacation!”

Akaashi didn’t hold back on the chuckles that left his own mouth either, gently swatting away Osamu’s hand, disarraying his hair. “Could have been a possibility? Perhaps we just went on the trip for you to get rid of me,” he suggested, and Osamu let out an offended huff, settling his hand back down against Akaashi’s cheek.

“As if I ever could do that. I think yer working too hard if ya bring those fantasies back into our bed,” Osamu claimed, feigning to believe and be hurt by Akaashi’s words. “That’s not what you were thinking last night when I suggested--” Akaashi retorted, getting quickly cut off by other pressing matters, namely, Osamu’s lips. “Cheeky,” he called his boyfriend in a moment of separation, and Akaashi chuckled before leaning in for another sweet kiss.

“Well,” Akaashi started as he drew back finally, letting the feeling of Osamu’s gentle palm against his cheek linger for only a moment longer before pulling it off. “I’m not dying of thirst right now, but-” he glanced at the alarm clock behind Osamu for a moment, “-you should get up.”

“Or what? Yer goin’ to fall asleep here with me?” Osamu teased, and the corners of Akaashi’s mouth twitched.

“No,” Akaashi mumbled rebukingly, but the smile crossing his lips gave away that he was just faking to take offense by the offer. In fact, something was exciting about the thought that both of them could stay in bed for once together and let the world pass on without a care. How long had it been since the last time neither of them had commitments on the same day, being able to just stay behind and enjoy each other’s company for a weekend?

“But you’ll be late for work,” he finally admitted, causing Osamu to jump lightly as he turned to see the time. “Aah, pity…” Osamu groaned, well aware that Akaashi was right and it was time to start the day. Letting himself fall onto his back while Akaashi proceeded to climb out of the blanket, he gave Osamu some encouraging pats on his stomach. “I know, I know,” Akaashi comforted his boyfriend. “Maybe next weekend we can sleep in.”

He was just about to stand up for real, asking, “Coffee?” casually, as if he didn’t know the answer to that when something held him back. Two fingers - pointer and middle finger - curled into the shirt he was wearing, refusing to let go even though Akaashi tugged them with him as he tried to get up while being unaware. “Wait,” Osamu requested as his boyfriend gave him a confused glance over his shoulder.

“I mean- Coffee, yeah, but is that my shirt yer wearing?”

Looking down at himself, Akaashi let out an amused snort, smoothing out the fabric to see the logo of ‘Onigiri Miya’ on top of it. “Perhaps?” he joked, laying his hand on top of the small onigiri to hide it from Osamu. “Isn’t the real question: Do you want it back?”

Retrieving his hand and crossing his arms behind his head, Osamu contemplated for a while, letting his gaze shift up and down his boyfriend’s body before smiling mischievously. “No, you look better in it anyway, and I so enjoy the view.”

“Then you better get a good look now before I disappear in the kitchen to make coffee.”

“Why? Aren’t ya coming back?” Osamu questioned, perplexed.

“I do not want to be the reason you’re late,” Akaashi admitted, but a teasing smile danced around his lips. “You’ll have to get up if you want to keep enjoying the view.”

Akaashi’s offer hung in the air as he finally climbed out of bed, making his way towards the bedroom door before hearing Osamu sigh behind him. A glimpse over his shoulder revealed Osamu wistfully looking at the alarm clock, still showing a time too early to get out of bed. But all his contemplation and wish of snoozing for a few more minutes seemed to dissipate suddenly as he looked back at Akaashi. “That’s a good reason to get up, actually,” Osamu concluded. Before Akaashi knew it, he had thrown the blanket off and jumped out of bed energetically, closing in the distance between the two in a few steps.

“Let me hop in the bath real quick,” Osamu requested.

“I’ll wait for you then,” Akaashi grinned, basking in the feeling of being loved as Osamu kissed his temple before the two went separate ways in their apartment.

“Oh!” Akaashi heard Osamu’s voice ring out, “Before I forget!”

Turning, Akaashi gave Osamu a quizzical look, laying his head to the side. “Next Sunday...” Osamu thought out loud. “Let’s really stay in bed?”

“I think that can be arranged,” Akaashi grinned, and Osamu’s expression lit up, his smile reaching from ear to ear.

Perhaps Akaashi’s wish for a bit more time together was about to get fulfilled much sooner than expected. And maybe, Akaashi could make an exception and stay in bed the whole day for a change if he had Osamu to keep him company.

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Shy

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a/n: Something different for a change! I already heard that the switching between names can be exhausting, but I didn’t want to change it up here so I will just note it for the future ^^

Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou X Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu!!) Genre: Fluff Words: 1369

"You're being shy with me, aren't you?" Kuroo chuckled from behind him, unfazed by the cold shoulder Tsukishima had given him so far. It was impossible. He was impossible, Kei had long decided. A good opponent on the court, certainly, but the net between the two of them never stopped Kuroo from being a mischievous cat through and through. At least, in Kei's eyes.

"No, I'm not," Kei replied with a sigh. Pronouncing each word slowly, he put an extra amount of disinterest into them, hoping it would get Kuroo off his case. It was time to go home, and the drive back would take long enough; there wasn't any time to waste. The away match had been nice - yet, unsuccessful - but better than anyone, Kei knew things had to end on some point. Dreams, feelings, a club. Kuroo's bothersome behavior as well.

"Oh, yes, you are!"

'That's it,' Kei thought, stomping his heel into the ground and turning around swiftly, ready to tell the captain exactly what he made Kei feel. However - and Kei wished he didn't know the reason why - the words got stuck in his throat as he finally met Kuroo's hazel eyes head-on, feeling his cheeks warm up, as he looked into the captain's tender yet challenge features, and --

"Hellooo?"

Kuroo's voice made Kei snap back to reality as the older one waved his hand in front of Kei's face. With a cocked brow and crooked head, Kuroo's lips curled into a smile as he noticed Tsukki come back from whatever daydream he had caught his boyfriend in, only for him to laugh out loud as Kei grimaced.

"I never liked that," Tsukki sighed, shaking his head disapprovingly. "You always read me like an open book."

"That's because you are - to me, at least." Winking at him, Kuroo reached for his beer, sipping it thoughtfully. "Do you still remember that one time I called you shy?" he asked after setting down the glass again, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb. 'Bullseye,' Kei thought, averting his eyes in favor of the exit door, wishing he could flee from this conversation.

Sighing, he knew there was no escape, picking at his appetizers while leaning back, delaying his response further than Tetsurou liked. He gave Tsukki a friendly poke with the elbow before trying it with a peace-offering and adding more edamame to Kei's bowl. "Perhaps, in the possibility that I have the memory of an elephant--" He interrupted himself to reach for the newly acquired soybean, nibbling away on it in relish before continuing, "--I could remember such a circumstance."

Astoundingly, Kei didn't get an impromptu answer to that, Kuroo staying quiet over on his seat. When Kei's eyes finally looked up at him, he noticed Tetsurou stare into his glass with a fond grin playing on his face. This time, it was Tsukki's turn to urge him with an emphasized, "So?"

Kuroo's mouth opened, although slowly, but his voice halted, lips closing again to look over at his partner with a tender smile. "That was the first time, I think, that I thought I love you."

The confession came unexpectedly. Kei stopped nibbling at his appetizer, eyes widening before blinking a few times. "Why then?" he croaked, realizing his voice gave away that he hadn't been prepared for such a statement. Quickly, he cleared his throat, sitting up straight on his stool, to face Tetsurou more appropriately, now that the former captain of Nekoma had broached a rather intimate - or perhaps, alcohol-induced - topic. Tsukishima ignored the heat he felt creeping into his cheeks, as it began to rise quickly when Kuroo's words replayed in his mind. Their relationship, as real and a matter of fact as it was, may have softened him a little, as he believed. But frankly, whenever it was about Kuroo Tetsurou, he had always felt persuaded to be a bit more open with his feelings, even back in high school.

"Because..." Kuroo took another sip of his beer, perhaps to lower his inhibition, even though at least Tetsurou had little to no problem talking about his feelings. "Because you looked like you were going to pick on me like a crow on its prey, but your eyes told me that you were glad."

"Glad about what?" Kei tested. Of course, at least he knew what he was feeling at that time. Alas, it would have been nice to hear it from Kuroo nonetheless, as, for the longest time, Kei had tried to not rely on what he had felt back then. Let his rationality reign higher than his feelings.

"What do I know?" Tetsurou laughed, and Tsukki rolled his eyes, refraining from letting the disappointment show. He was just about to jokingly scold Tetsurou for leading him on when he was interrupted by his boyfriend, who spoke before Kei could. "But here's what I think:"

Lifting his finger into the air, Kuroo seemed to imitate a teacher lecturing his students. Without question, it was meant as a joke. Still, Kei slapped the hand inching closer and just about to poke him, away gently and with the hints of a smile, prompting, "Just say it!"

"I think!" Kuroo repeated himself before clearing his throat, readying himself for a long, tiresome speech that both of them knew he wouldn't deliver. "That you were still a little green behind your ears, my Young! And you might have wanted me to come after you, after our little kiss outside the gym, considering it was not our first, but in fact, the second kiss we ever shared, and you seemed a little distraught about it."

The 'Right again,' that Kei thought quietly didn't leave the security of his mind, not wanting to give his boyfriend the benefit of feeling right. "You would have liked for that to be the reason, don't you?" he teased, sipping on his own glass with a mocking smirk. He was getting better at showing his feelings, but that didn't mean Kuroo couldn't brook a snarky remark every now and then.

"Well, am I wrong?" Kuroo questioned, his hazel eyes drilling into Tsukki's just like all those years before. Even with a question so demanding for an answer, Tetsurou had looked warm and kindly upon Tsukishima. And as long as Kei remembered, Kuroo had always looked at him this way, with nothing but understanding and comfort.

"Maybe," Kei admitted, sipping at his drink once more before an unreadable smile crept its way back on his lips. "Maybe not?"

Letting out a short, frustrated groan, Kuroo turned his attention back on his drink, sighing longingly. "I take it back; I can't read you at all! You're the closest book of all the closed books out there, Tsukishima Kei."

"Yeah," Tsukki grinned proudly. "But I guess you'll have a lot more time to open the book in the future."

Facing back at Kei, Tetsurou chuckled, amused. "You're lucky that you are my favorite book, Mister Glasses. And coincidentally, I love the book very much, even just the cover I always get to see."

"Ah," Tsukki started, wanting to return the affection when he realized that saying 'The book loves you too' wouldn't exactly come off as cool as he'd like it to sound. Instead, two big bowls of ramen were set down in front of the two, and Kuroo didn't miss a beat to snap open a pair of chopsticks, ready to eat after a long work-day.

Maybe. Maybe one day, and perhaps not in the first-best ramen shop, they found on their date.

Maybe then, Tsukki would be able to repeat the words he said back when he looked deep into Kuroo's hazel eyes after running away from their second kiss. Relieved because he knew Kuroo wasn't playing games, even if that was always the reason the two met, considering their club activities. But at least, when it came to their feelings, Tetsurou was loyal enough to go after Tsukki, never showing even a hint of insecurity of what he felt even though Kei was as confused as he was when Kuroo and Bokuto invited him to play with them at the training's camp.

"I'm not shy! I just love you!"

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Tease

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a/n: Some spicy OsaAka because why not :P

Rated: Mature Characters: Miya Osamu X Akaashi Keiji (Haikyuu!!) Genre: Lemon Words: 1790

“You’re imagining things,” Akaashi mumbled against Osamu’s lips as the door to his apartment finally made way for the two to stumble in, arm in arm. “My mother adores you!”

He was cut off again before he could say more, Osamu not wasting time with getting out of his shoes and coat before helping Akaashi, stripping him of his clothes with much pleasure. “Does she adore me-” he asked, urging Akaashi forward into the dark hallway, knowing the way to the bedroom well, “-or my cooking?”

Akaashi couldn’t help but laugh, the sweet, amused sound echoing through the apartment while his pullover came off, landing somewhere between the bath and living room. Neither of them was very bothered by leaving traces of themselves around, hoping that soon enough, they’d be able to move in together and create many more such traces. But for now, pullover, jeans, and socks had to do, leaving a trail from the entrance to the bedroom.

“I’d wager she was equally impressed by both,” he finally replied, letting himself down on the edge of his bed, wasting no time to fumble with Osamu’s sturdy belt. His body was still comfortably warm after wearing his winter ensemble, but all the more exciting were Osamu’s cold hands on his shoulders dragging forward over his arms and to his hands, resting there. It wasn’t always visible what went on in Osamu’s head. Still, he had no qualms when it came to Akaashi’s actions, gladly accepting his boyfriend’s care when it came to undressing him too.

In fact, Osamu might have always been the more impulsive and straight-forward with his desires of the two.

For onlookers, that might be a fact when comparing the two, but not for Osamu. Not for someone who was allowed to be so close and observe Akaashi daily. No one would ever come to enjoy the various facets and adorable gestures Osamu’s boyfriend made over the day. And even more so, no one would know all the feelings Akaashi could stir up in Osamu.

Playing with his pen while Akaashi thought, or the way he always subtly held the popcorn in Osamu’s direction while they watched a movie. The formal yet hopeful question of ‘Are you coming over tonight?’ in his texts, or subtle interrogations about presents for anniversaries. In many aspects, Osamu couldn’t get enough of Akaashi, and it was reassuring to know that Akaashi seemed to feel the same. Even so, he was still full of surprises even after months of dating, but Osamu wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Otherwise, where would the courage and willingness to tease come from? He might have learned it from Osamu, but Akaashi’s perfection of it was his own work. Even now, at the first meeting with Akaashi’s parents, he had not given Osamu any chance to remain calm. As if it wasn’t nerve-wracking enough to meet his partner’s parents, no, Akaashi had made it almost impossible for Osamu to keep his composure. Surely, he meant well at first, reaching for Osamu’s hand under the table, squeezing it reassuringly, but the devil in disguise didn’t fool anyone with his adorable, happy smirk and gleam in his eyes.

Not when his hand wandered way further than just Osamu’s thighs beneath the dinner table.

“I couldn’t help it,” Akaashi confirmed his suspicion as if reading his mind, grinning mischievously. “Thought I’d take some tension off of you.”

“Oh, ya were having fun, alright,” Osamu retorted, but he couldn’t help but grin too. Akaashi gave him an innocent shrug, batting his eyelashes blamelessly as he finally pulled down Osamu’s pants, fiddling at the waistband of his boxers now. But two big hands were quick to stop him, and Akaashi didn’t squirm as Osamu brought them back, pushing his boyfriend into the mattress. “Now’s my turn, though,” he declared, and Akaashi chuckled challengingly under his boyfriend’s watchful eyes. “We’ll see about that,” he retorted, and Osamu accepted his lover’s provocation, licking his lips in anticipation.

With Akaashi’s help, it wasn’t hard to slip his briefs off, legs parting as they were freed of the restriction of underwear, with Osamu kneeling down before the bed. “Stay down,” he instructed as Akaashi was about to sit up again, keeping himself propped on his forearms instead. “Why?” he asked his partner, and Osamu gave him an impish shrug, “Just let me enjoy the view.”

It wasn’t an empty promise of what he was going to do because as soon as Osamu’s tongue rolled over the exposed tip in front of his mouth, Akaashi’s cheeks began to redden. Words he perhaps would have liked to say were stuck in his throat while one hand vainly covered his face. The only adorable sounds that rang out were a mix of moans and satisfaction. His free hand first resting on top of Osamu’s hair before Akaashi couldn’t help the need to grip into the soft and luscious strands under his palm, feeling Osamu smirk against his cock. To Osamu, it was a sight for the gods.

There wasn’t a single second wasted against Akaashi urging, lips closing around his member, causing a wave of emotions in him. Osamu might not have been one to prolong the inevitable, but he sure was a thorough lover, starting out slow with Akaashi’s tip, sliding it over his tongue into the back of his throat, easing both of them into the pleasure. Bringing his hands up to Akaashi’s shaft, he began massaging it together with his mouth, building an effective motion to edge Akaashi on. Both of them liked the idea of watching each other, but Osamu had - quite literally - the upper hand in this, Akaashi barely able to keep his eyes focused on his lover’s pleased gaze.

However, just as quickly as he initiated the caress, Osamu was able to take it away again, not even waiting for Akaashi to call out his name excitedly before he let go of him. Disappointment laid in the way Akaashi’s shoulders dropped, and he muttered out a displeased groan, the cold of the room laying down on his heated skin now that Osamu was gone. “Looks like someone got a bit eager there,” Osamu chuckled, and not wanting to admit his need for more, Akaashi only huffed.

“Tell me, little Owl, where’s it that you want to come? Face? Hands? Or-”

Letting his tongue slip out from his lips, Osamu grinned, his chest heaving in the feeling of victory as he looked at Akaashi’s eyes growing darker with lust upon seeing the open invitation.

“Mouth?” he breathed out sensually, watching the absolutely splendid sight of Akaashi gulping, both of them knowing the only right answer to this question. “You’re awful today,” Akaashi noted, knowing he was pudding in Osamu’s hands. Teasing was an art, after all. Akaashi had studied it well, but Osamu still was the master between the two.

“You mean awfully good,” Osamu retorted, probing his tongue against the shaft once more and reveling in the sound of Akaashi’s sharp breath.

“Just do it like always--”

“Keiji,” Osamu interrupted him. “Choose.”

Biting his bottom lip, Akaashi could only watch the teasing kisses Osamu left on him. It shouldn’t have needed so much overcoming for him to admit what he wanted, but usually, it was Osamu doing as he felt like at that moment. Akaashi never had to voice it before - even when he could have - especially not when all options were very satisfying as long as it was Osamu he could trust with them. But even Akaashi realized it was a game played by two, so there was no weaseling out of it.

“M-Mouth,” he finally stammered out, embarrassed over his own voice breaking. However, the sound of joyous anticipation couldn’t be hidden from Osamu’s ears. “Decided to be honest, haven’t ya?” he teased but wasted no time to envelop Akaashi’s cock with his lips again.

Letting himself fall back into the mattress again, Akaashi tried to take deep breaths in an effort to recollect himself. There were too many things wasted in the quick passing of the day, so at least this feeling, Akaashi wanted to treasure for as long as he could. Sure, there’d be other nights they would spend intimately together, but this one would only happen once.

What Osamu didn’t know was that Akaashi thought alike about Osamu’s habits, as he did over Akaashi’s. Even now, he couldn’t get the thought out of his head of his usually so easygoing partner triple-checking the mirror before they went out to meet Akaashi’s parents. Or how his palms were slightly sweaty when Akaashi reached for his hand under the dinner table. Osamu was many things, especially reliable and a tower of strength for his boyfriend. But besides his on-point teases and the gentle spark in his eyes, today he had been absolutely adorable. Akaashi didn’t even know Osamu could get flustered, but he was humble and sweet in the face of Akaashi’s parents.

He would have loved to treasure these memories of Osamu by fully immersing himself in his pleasure, let it excite every fiber of his so that his body could remember it forever. But Akaashi would have been damned if he didn’t truly enjoy this to the end, and Osamu was practically all he could think about anyway.

“Osa--!” Akaashi still managed to croak out, digging his hands into his partner’s hair. Osamu didn’t even need to think of complying, embracing the pulsating shaft with his lips, feeling the hot spurts over his tongue. He let Akaashi live out the waves of pleasure, causing fragments of ‘Oh gods’ and Osamu’s name to fall even more plentiful from his lips. In fact, he was basking in the view spreading before him, Akaashi completely and happily losing himself - and Osamu wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

Letting off, Osamu came to his feet, wiping the corners of his mouth clean and giving Akaashi a winning smirk while the latter’s chest was still rising and falling quickly. “Ready for more?” he asked, and Akaashi’s eyes immediately shot up to him, the shine in them speaking more than a thousand words, but his mouth only muttered, “Really?”

Osamu had to chuckle, realizing it was a question asked in exciting anticipation, and he leaned over Akaashi to kiss him from the corners of his mouth down his neck to his collarbones. “Really, really,” he assured him. “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow when I’m through with you.”

For that, he earned Akaashi playfully smacking him in the chest, protesting, “I have work tomorrow!” before the two fell into simultaneous laughter, exchanging another kiss and another.

Both knowing that there were nights, like this one, they’d never forget.

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