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savoryscribbles · 3 years

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Home is Something You Make

This is a Kaeya fic from someone who doesn't like Kaeya all that much.

Parings: Kaeya x gn!reader, platonic!Kaeya x Rosaria

Content/trigger warnings: you aren't the traveler,pretty sappy ngl, I've realized I suck at dialogue so just, ignore it.

Kaeya doesn't use his house. If you've know him for long enough, this is a fact. However, what isn't as obvious, is Kaeya let's other people use his house, use his bed, bathroom, kitchen, etc.

His friends without homes, the traveler, Klee, Rosaria, anyone who needs it, can crash at his place whenever they need to. That's why he keeps it clean. It's why his master bathroom has collected dust but not his guest bedroom.

He is far to busy to use his own house. More often he's found stumbling into his house at 2am, crashing on the couch because he knows both beds are likely taken.

He meant to tell you of this predicament. But could never find the right time to bring it up. He knew you slept in late, you worked at night anyways. He knew if you were to ever sleep over, you would definitely run into someone that wasn't him. And he would have to awkwardly explain how a 6 foot tall vampire lady was upset you were sleeping in his bed. The bed that has the thick memory foam, and the silk sheets, the one both you and Rosaria are upset Kaeya doesn't use more often.

When he did eventually ask you over for dinner, he made sure everyone was out of the house before hand, much to their surprise.

He cooked you a nice dinner, and put up the front he felt he had to. He never meant to get this far with you actually. Rosaria had suggested he mess around with the hookup scene, telling him it would help relive stress. Only he doesn't think he did it right, because now he's in a relationship, one he doesn't want to get out of. One night stands had a key word, one night only this had lasted far more than that.

He was scared about a lot of things. He was waiting for you to find out his secrets and leave him, like anyone he'd tried to date before. But he didn't want you to leave, so he tried his best to hold that day off as long as he could.

When morning came Kaeya found it hard to get up. On any other day the sun would have bothered him enough to get ready, the dread of the days work enough for him to be on time. But you were next to him, and the annoying sun didn't look so annoying when it rested on your face, and how could anyone feel dread when they're with their love? So instead of getting ready, Kaeya opted to rest against you awhile longer.

Then he checked the time, and oh shit I have 15 minutes to get ready and he rushed out the door, forgetting to tell you about his other guests.

Something he also forgot to mention to said guests, was you. It wasn't like Kaeya was trying to keep you a secret. It's just that, a famous wondering traveler, a coldhearted vampire church lady, and a toddler who loves bombs can be very intimidating. And so he pushed introducing you to them out of his mind.

So both party's were unaware of each other's presence, that was until you had a polearm to your throat.

"Who are you? And why are you in the Calvary Captains house?" Rosaria stated in her usual harsh tone.

This had startled you awake. Not knowing who she was either. "I'm (y/n)? I, who are you?" Was the response you gave in the mists of rubbing sleep from your eyes, not even batting one at the weapon still hugging your throat.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You're in this house when you shouldn't be, so you need to leave." Rosaria didn't actually care who you were, all she knew is you were not on Kaeya's guest list.

"Huh? Kaeya invited me here though? We had dinner last night, and it was late by the time we finished, so he let me stay over." You tried to explain, you didn't know why Sister Rosaria was in Kaeya's house, they could be a couple, they could be friends, she for all you knew, could be raiding his house. However the latter seemed unlikely. She seemed to know she was allowed here, hence why she was questioning why you were here.

"Oh, so you're one of his one night stands? Still, there's no reason you should have stayed this long." Rosaria reluctantly withdrew her weapon, knowing you weren't likely to cause harm.

"Not really? I mean, I'm not sure what me an Kaeya are, but it's definitely not that." You laughed nervously, surely she should know about you if you were anything serious to Kaeya right? "We've gone of a couple dates, he's even been to my house, this is the first time he's invited me over to his though." You finished your explanation as you started to realize just how weird this predicament was.

"Hmph, alright then, but just so you know. If I find out you're lying, I'm not as merciful as the other sisters." She responded, walking out the door.

Kaeya had some explaining to do.

***

Kaeya realized halfway through his day that he forgot to warn you about his friends. So he tried to get home as quickly as possible, or at least before you left for work.

Luckily he made it, barely though. He caught you as you were getting dressed, but not before getting stopped by Rosaria.

"Hey just so you know, there's someone in there claiming they've 'gone on a couple dates with you' I left them alone, but if their lying I'll take care of them." She said from her position on the couch.

"Hm? There's no need, they're telling the truth, I actually need to talk to them, so excuse me." Kaeya responded before quickly walking to his bedroom.

"Oh, hello there. Um, there was a lady, I'm pretty sure she was sister Rosaria? But she put her polearm up to my throat, telling me I didn't belong here? I'm not sure what that was about." You laughed lightly when you saw him.

"I know, I'm sorry, so sorry. I meant to tell you, there's more people who stay here actually." He muttered the last bit. "I was just in a rush this morning."

"I have friends who stay over, they don't exactly, have anywhere else to stay? I'm not sure, it's not my business to pry, but I let them stay whenever they need to. So if we're going to do, this," he gestures towards himself then you, "more often, I should probably warn you about that."

"Ooohh, okay, that's fine, actually that's very sweet of you Kaeya. Just a warning would have been nice, on both ends actually. A Polearm to the throat isn't the most peaceful ways to wake up." You point out with a chuckle, and he joined you.

After the laugher died down he took you in his arms and kissed you before muttering "I'm glad you understand."

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"Getting sappy huh captain?" Rosaria stated as he closed the door behind you.

"Hm, maybe." He thought pensively.

"This isn't what I meant by a hookup." She retorted back.

"Oh I know, I have a knack for messing things up, though I'm sure you know that." He responded, looking into her eyes.

"They seem... nice, to nice almost. They didn't even bat an eye when I put my spear to their throat." She pointed out before yawning.

"They're like that, not afraid of weapons when they know the confrontation can be handled with words, even if the other party doesn't want to use them." He explained, how he knew is a story for another time.

"Hm respectable. You seem to like them a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have brought them over." She quipped.

"Yeah, they. Yes, they mean a lot to me." Kaeya said.

And he realized his house wasn't a home until you walked in.

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crankpendletonplays-blog · 7 years

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You Deserve Better-Ethan Nestor

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x Reader Description: Reader’s boyfriend is abusive and Ethan’s thinking he’s ready to get shit stomped Requested: 38, 81, and 84 for Ethan? I love your writing btw Send me numbers and I’ll write imagines with THIS dialogue list! Warnings: Domestic abuse, domestic abuse mentions, angst

As alsways, the fic for Ethan will be under the cut, and the warnings are above. If you feel this piece will be harmful to your health or triggering in any way, please skip it, and if you’re Ethan, skIP THIS THANKS K BYE LOVE U

My whole life I believed that good guys didn’t exist. As a child, I watched my mom be mentally and physically abused, or cheated on by dozens of different guys. My real father left when I was little, and I only had less than a handful of male friends before I started youtube. Because of how my mother was treated as a child in to adulthood, she didn’t know how to treat me any better, so not only did I believe good guys didn’t exist, I believed that I didn’t deserve one if they did.

I met Nate after I started youtube at a party I went to the night before pax. Ethan and G had invited me, and it was my first time meeting a bunch of other youtubers. Nate had come with another youtuber he knew. He was tall, covered in tattoos, and a cigarette rested between his fingers while he held a beer in the other. I liked him. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I knew. I liked him because he was the only kind of guy I had ever seen my mother date.

The first few months were ok, he treated me like a princess, but the honeymoon phase only lasts for so long before you start to see a person’s true colors. I had even begun to hold out hope that maybe Nate was different, and he would treat me like I had seen guys like him treat my mom. Boy, was I wrong.

The first signs of abuse are small, so small they can go unnoticed, but still there. The raising of a voice, the clench and curl of a fist, the huff and puff of a chest. The sound of a punch cracking through a wall, the breaking of a vase. The sting of a slur, the invading of space, the lack of trust. They’re small, but they’re there. It begins to grow, until finally the re-occuring punch to the wall ends up hitting you instead, and then they’re coming home that night with flowers and chocolate, or a necklace of some sort, or your favorite dessert, and they’re apologizing and telling you it will never happen again. Word of advice: if it happens a first time, its gonna happen again.

It was easy for me to hide it because I watched my mom do it for so many years. It was easy for me to hide the bruises with makeup and tell Amy and Kathryn that my relationship was going fine. It was easy for me to tell Mark and Tyler and Ethan that Nate was a busy guy and therefore wasn’t around much. It wasn’t that I wanted to hide Nate. He was just a handful sometimes. I didn’t want my friends to worry about me. Nate was a good guy. I loved Nate. I thought I loved Nate.

Like all things, I couldn’t hide it forever, and before I could prepare myself I was being bombarded by Amy and Kathryn when the three of us and Ethan went out to lunch one day.

“Ok, I’m getting tired of this “Nate’s busy” shit. I wanna meet your boyfriend!” Kathryn exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the booth across from me. I sipped on my sweet tea quietly, trying to ignore her question.

“Y/N, you can’t ignore us. Please invite him.” Amy leaned over the table, her hands resting in front of me. Ethan stayed silent, his eyes fixated on me as he leaned his elbow against the table where he sat next to me.

“I don’t think it’s a promising idea to bring him to Wade’s birthday party of all places, ok? You guys have never met him before, and I’m not as close to Wade as you guys are.” I stirred my straw around my drink with my finger, feeling Ethan’s eyes still on me. I could feel my heart racing under my skin, I just wasn’t sure if it was because I knew Ethan was catching on, or because I would rather Ethan take Nate’s place as my boyfriend. Maybe a little bit of both, but it didn’t matter. I don’t deserve somebody like Ethan.

“Wade doesn’t mind! He’s as much your friend as he is ours!” Kathryn argued. At that moment, my phone rang, Nate’s caller ID lighting up on my screen. Without a second to react, Kathryn grabbed my phone, swiping to answer the call and pressing it to her ear.

“Hi Nate! This is y/n’s friend, Kat! Ok so I answered because we wanted to invite you to a birthday party we’re having for a friend of ours, and we all want you to come! We would all really like to meet you!” Kathryn was silent for a second as she waved off my grabbing hands.” Ok cool! Yeah, it’s next Friday. You’ll come? Alright! Cool! Yay! Ok here’s y/n.” Kathryn handed me the phone, smiling innocently. If only she knew the Pandora’s box she had opened.

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Next Friday rolled by quick and I found myself in the passenger seat of Nate’s car, his hand resting on my thigh as he pulled in to Mark’s driveway. I wish Nathan’s hands made me feel safe. I wish I didn’t feel so uncomfortable and terrified of his palm resting against my skin. I wish it was Ethan. Nate’s hand left me as he opened the door of the driver’s seat, climbing out of the car. I did the same, clutching the card and gift bag in my lap as I opened the car door. I silently prayed to god that things went well and I could get in and out of the party as fast as possible without making a scene.

“Hey y/n!” Amy came out of the house, giving me a hug. “You missed it! We just finished Mark’s 17 million video!”

“Yeah, sorry. I was editing a video before I came here and lost track of time.” I lied. Of course, I was watching the time. I was getting ready as slow as I possibly could.

“It’s nice to meet you!” Amy turned to Nate, who was stood by me, and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Nate smiled politely, his hand on the small of my back. I flinched and Amy gave me a look, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Y/n!” Ethan and Chica came running through the front door and Ethan gave me a big hug, his arms going around my waist tightly. Chica barked happily at my feet, pushing me in to Ethan. I giggled at the energetic dog, forgetting about my boyfriend standing behind me and petting Chica, Ethan’s arms still holding me and one of my arms slung around his neck.

Nate coughed awkwardly, getting our attention. I turned around, immediately telling he was angry and stepping away from Ethan quickly. I backed away and stood next to Nate, who’s hand went to my hip and pulled me in to his side forcefully. Chica backed away from Nate and I, standing by Ethan.

“I’m Nate, y/n’s boyfriend.” Nate stuck his hand out to Ethan and Chica growled lowly.

“It’s ok Chica.” Ethan lowered a hand to the golden retriever, his eyes staying locked with Nate’s. His other hand shook Nate’s firmly, still staring at each other firmly. The tension was so thick you’d need a knife to cut through it, and I didn’t know why.

“Ok!” Amy clapped her hands together, waving us to follow her inside. She led the way to the kitchen where Mark and Kathryn stood setting presents along the countertop. I greeted the two by giving them short hugs before finding Wade, Bob, and Molly, and wishing Wade a happy birthday.

I avoided talking much during the party, letting my friends keep the conversations going instead. I stayed by Nate’s side in fear of starting a fight or something much worse if I didn’t. I refrained from being touchy in any way with my friends like I usually was so he didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course, my friends noticed, and they were concerned.

“Hey, y/n, you should spend the night with Kat and I tonight!” Amy suggested. “We and Ethan are all gonna do a little sleepover thing and hang out, you should join us!” Amy smiled nonchalantly, although I could tell there was something else hidden behind her offer.

“Yeah, you can’t say no!” Kat added quickly, smiling brightly as well.

“O-ok.” I agreed before looking over at Nate. By the stone cold look on his face, I could tell I made the wrong decision.

The party didn’t go on much longer, and soon after I was being led out the house by my wrist, Nathan dragging me to the car.

“What are you doing? I’m riding with Amy to her house.” I questioned. Nate paused in the middle of the driveway, turning to face me.

“Like hell you are.”

“….What?”

“Do you think I’m a fucking idiot y/n?” Nate sneered, his face inches from mine. His grip on my wrist tightened, making my skin burn. I began to cower in fear, my body slinking in to itself.

“I know you’re fucking messing with that blue haired bastard, whatever his fucking name is. Evan? Aaron? It doesn’t matter, because you’re my fucking girlfriend, and you do as I fucking say. Get your ass in the car. We’re going home.” Nathan swung my arm toward the car, my body slamming in to the side of it. I let out a high pitched groan from the sting in my back after making impact with the metal door.

“My name is Ethan, and they aren’t fucking going anywhere with you.” I turned my head to see Ethan standing a little further up the driveway, already making his way towards Nate. Amy and Kat were close behind, their sights set on me.

“What are you going to do, fucking twi-“

Nate didn’t get to finish his sentence as Ethan’s fist collided with Nate’s face, the force of the punch sending him stumbling back in to the car. Kat grabbed a hold of my arm right on time, pulling me out of the way.

Nate paused a second, fire red setting in his eyes as he glared Ethan down. He raised the back of his hand to wipe the blood now dripping from his nose before kicking off the car and charging towards Ethan.

The next few moments happened fast, Ethan and Nate had each other’s shirts gripped between their knuckles, both trying to get the upper hand in the fight. Mark and Tyler came sprinting out of the house after hearing Amy shout for him, the two separating Ethan and Nate. Tyler shoved Nate in to the side of his car, jaw clenched between his teeth.

“Leave.” Tyler demanded, voice low and rough as he stared Nate down. Mark shielded Ethan from Nate, Ethan’s hands gripping Marks upper arm and trying to push it away.

“Fine, didn’t need you anyway, fucking slut.” Nate turned to me, spitting at my feet, which got Ethan fired up again and he tried wriggling away from Mark.

“Dude, just fucking go before I call the cops or something.” Mark growled, doing his best to hold back a fuming Ethan.

Nate shook his head, getting in the car and starting the engine. It was after he was out of sight from the driveway when the attention was on me, waiting for an explanation.

“I….I….” I was at a loss for words, not knowing where to begin with Nate, especially now, on Wade’s birthday, and Marks 17 million celebration, that we should have been focused on happier things, and yet we weren’t, and I had no idea where to start.

Soon afterwards I was curled up in a blanket on Mark’s couch, snuggled in to Ethan’s chest as I told them everything, from our first fight, to the first hit, to the first bruise, and so forth. Wade, Bob, and Molly went to their hotel to give us some privacy, since this was a conversation I only wanted to have with the people I was closest with. Amy patted my legs that were swung over her lap reassuringly, everybody in the room having sad or grim expressions on their faces. By the time I was finished telling the story and I was given whole-hearted lectures about how I should have told someone and if anything like this happened again then to let them know, and watching a movie to calm down after the day, Amy and Kat decided to raincheck the sleepover and crash at Mark’s instead. It had gotten really late and her nor Kat wanted to drive. Kat headed to the guest room and Amy followed Mark to his room, soon after Tyler was trudging up the stairs to his room, leaving just Ethan and I.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I sighed, shifting in Ethan’s arms to grab it. I unlocked my phone to see a text from Nate, saying he was sorry and he missed me and wanted me to come back to his house. Ethan calmly slipped my phone from my hands, clicking it off and tossing it lightly to the other side of the couch. I didn’t fight it, knowing that it was for the best.

“You shouldn’t have hit Nate.” I spoke softly, my fingers brushing lightly down Ethan’s arms that held me securely against him. His arms felt like a safe haven.

“He deserved it.”

“You could’ve gotten hurt.

“Y/n, If he’s going to treat you like shit, I’m going to kick his ass” Ethan argued. I turned in his arm to face him, sitting up so my knees were on either side of him.

“It was dangerous, Ethan.” I spoke, my tone firm. Ethan looked at me for a minute, his face softening.

“Do you think you deserve better?” The question caught me off guard and I paused.

“What?”

“Do you think you deserve better?” Ethan repeated, his one hand reaching up and brushing away the hair that had fallen in my face. I stayed quiet, deciding to shake my head no instead to answer his question.

Ethan’s hand cupped my face, the other reaching up to hold the other side. My one hand rested on his forearm, the other reaching up to rest on top of his hand that cupped my cheek.

“You deserve so much better.” Ethan whispered, leaning up to rest his forehead against mine.” So, so, so much better.”

I felt a tear I hadn’t even felt before roll down my cheek, followed by some more. Ethan’s thumb brushed them away. His jaw clenching to keep himself from crying as well. I shook my head at Ethan’s words. He was wrong. I didn’t deserve anything better. I never would.

“You deserve the entire world and so much more.” Ethan spoke, as if reading my thoughts. I sniffed softly, my hands gripping tightly at Ethan, as if he would disappear and this would be a dream.

Ethan’s thumb brushed the tears away again, this time brushing across my lips. His eyes were concentrated on them, and I began to feel self-conscious before he spoke again, throwing me off guard once more.

“Can I kiss you?”

I froze, looking at him with wide eyes. I nodded quickly, and before I could get another word in, Ethan’s lips were on mine, and I felt warmth, and comfort, and butterflies all at once. My hand went to his shirt, tugging him closer to me to deepen the kiss.

I pulled away first, my breath feeling as if it was knocked out of my body. A smile grew present on Ethan’s face.

“Forget Nathan, he’s old fucking news. I’ve got you now.”

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