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#cait would never said that but it is their dynamic
roninzuzu · 23 days
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Being part of the Arcane fandom made me realize how being a fan of masc/GNC women can get exhausting when u have ppl mischaracterizing said character soley based on how they present dsfjhaskjfhkjdsfh
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Like Vi is made out to be a ditzy blockhead with muscles who apparently is incapable of keeping herself clean without the help of her femme lover dslhfsdhfjkhd
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Vi is not a dumbass. She may be reckless in how she goes about achieving her goals but she's still methodical in a lot of ways and even goes about doing things she never thought she would to get what she wants (literally gonna be her next szn as she's likely gonna be an enforcer). She knows her way around the streets, knows how to get Caitlyn off her back when she needs to pry information out of other people, she knew that whoever snatched her wasn't Silco in ep 7 based on her own common sense, and literally convinced a couple of topsiders (Jayce and Caitlyn) to bend to her will with her words (had caitlyn play the role of a prostitute and made Jayce actually go down to the undercity and fight). Far from ditzy as far as her mind.
Then ofc there's the whole thing of her having to be her little femme's knight in shining armor as if she wasn't the damsel in distress for the whole relationship. Cait is the one saving her ass almost every time she gets into something. But i love what arcane did with this dynamic. She's not a damsel in distress because of her inability to do anything, but because of her willingness to put herself through anything to get to what she wants without a second thought.
And then there's the whole thing of ppl's blatantly obvious stereotyping when it comes to hc-ing them as parents of making cait the motherly one as if Vi hadn't been canonically shown to be far more motherly than cait would ever be. While vi is just apparently the dumbass parent who doesn't know how to mom like??? They'd probably never have kids but these aus make it painfully obvious that people only view vi as a stereotype. Even down to her hygiene like she just doesn't know how to wash herself or take care of herself (like bro she's got a shaved head, cut hair, piercings and tattoos, things that require HEAVY MAINTINENCE!).
The creators went out of their way to give us this lovely complex masc character only for ppl to just shove her into rigid boxes soley based on the fact that she's masc.
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inari-zaheer · 2 years
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HII!! I loved that ganyu fic you made, and that was not ooc at all it was perfect!! i hope this isn’t a bother or anything but would you mind doing another one? I’ll give you the info to for this one to, and it’s also good to look at the wiki and stuff to get a better idea to, but, that’s just my opinion but here I go…
Can you do Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx with a S/O who has a Yae Miko personality from genshin impact?? Here’s the info (:
Yae Miko has long waist length pink hair tied into a low ponytail and affixed with a large circular golden hair accessory at its peak. As a kitsune she bears large pink ears that blend into her hair, as well as huge golden earrings. While not initially visible, has five white translucent tails while performing certain abilities. Her outfit is a modified version of the traditional shrine priestess grab, with flowing white and red drapes, detached sleeves, a big black and red ribbon towards the back, and the front cut noticeably higher, exposing her bare legs. Her vision can be found on her right earring
Despite her position as the chief priestess (“Guuji”) of the Grand Narukami Shrine, Yae Miko comes off much more personable and kind than one would expect from such a lofty role centered in faith. This is reinforced by her treatment of the various editors and writers of the Publishing House under her own namesake who view her as fair and kind. Around those whom she is comfortable around such as the Raiden Shogun herself or the Traveler and Paimon, she can become rather blunt and drops the affable facade to a degree although she does enjoy her fair bit of teasing. Ask anyone what kind of person they think Yae Miko is and it is unlikely you’ll receive the same answer twice.
That’s it!! I hope this isn’t to hard for you, i just like requesting stuff like this, but I hope you have a good day (:
Thank you so much, you guys never bother me😊♥️
Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Yae Miko!Reader
Pairing:Vi x Reader; Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader; Jinx x Reader
TW:None
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Vi
At first I dont think Vi would like you that much
You see, its hard for her to trust people, a thing she learned in prison, so when she first met you as she couldn’t quite read you, she tried to be as lowkey as possible around you
Specially if you guys met when she became an enforcer
Until one day she got hurt really bad and you lost all your facade worring about her
And being a little shit like Vi was, she offered to take you out to dinner to make it up for making you so worried
As she arrived first you didn’t trust her taste when she said she had already ordered for you, but where so relieved to see dish with fried tofu
(And not missing Vi's wink when she said she did her research)
Your dynamic was basically you where the brains and Vi was the fists, if manipulation didn’t work on someone Vi could gladly beat the shit out of them
Always tricking Vi to go on places that she hates but you love
Vi is also someone who appears to be tought and sometimes kinda mean, but just like you, she cares deeply for those she love
Caitlyn
The two of you probably met in of the infamous Kirammans partys, as Cassandra liked to be on the good side of every kind of people
The first thing that caught Cait's attention was your looks, it wasn’t common to ave different species in Piltover, but she definetly hadn’t seen some one as beautiful as you
Cait probably said to you that she also wasn’t one to trust strangers that fast, but when our girl was in love, she completely forgot about it
And being the great and curious detective that she is she'd try everything to understand you beyond your misteryous self
Having ironic conversations where you’d be pushing each others buttons, with everyone thinking a fight might come out of it but the both of just smiling through it
Having reading dates with tea in the afternoon in her room's balcony or in the gardens
Cait might be confident when talking to people, but oh darling how easy was for you to make her all hot and bothered and a stutter mess
Sometimes when she couldn’t make people give her information she’d take you with her to help a little
She loved that differently from her parents you could easily tell when something was wrong with her and was quick to try and comfort her
And she also loved that you worked just as hard as her, so you'd not interrupt when she was studying an important case
Jinx
Jinx met you when you were trying to get information on someone in an alley in Zaun
She was so mesmerized by your manerisms, ways of talking and the mystery aura that surrounded you that she just had to know more about you
So she asked more about it to Ran as they apparently knew a lot of gossip from spending so much time at the bar
Of course you were surprised that someone first of all knew what you were looking for and were willingly giving it to you for free, but when you saw that she was saying the truth you asked how you could thank her
And she answered to your on the same level of flirting without missing a beat
After some time into the relationship you knew you could tease Jinx and she'd tease you back, but there was some things that were off limits, and she was glad you respected it
In the nights were the voices wouldn’t let her sleep she’d ask you to read something or tell her a story
Silco liked you, as not only he saw how you treated Jinx but also how good of an addition you were to his business
And obviously she’d make the biggest pranks on people with you
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caitlynxviolet · 2 years
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I’ll be a b*tch here but I don’t want to held my hopes too high on CaitVi. I mean pretty much all lesbian movies and series I saw was absolute sh*t. It's either an impossible love or an abusive one or one of them died I mean really lol so why would it be different? It seems like lesbian endgame is impossible
That is a sentiment I also feel at times. Lesbian rep is just... disappointing, almost always. I struggle to name lesbian characters who haven't experienced the worst things and who have had happy endings with their love interests. Seems like two pretty basic things, and yet it's almost nonexistent.
Arcane feels different for a lot of reasons.
They went above and beyond what people were expecting from Caitlyn and Vi based on the existing lore. Vi was not a gay character I loved at all. She had this "one of the boys" attitude and was flirting with anything that moved, basically. Caitlyn was your typical eye candy sniper who happened to be in charge. She had a voice line about keeping handcuffs at home for the "boys" (which has been removed). They were caricatures based on male fantasies, it feels like. Definitely not the fully fleshed out characters we got in Arcane.
That was my first expectation being disproven.
Their actual interactions in the show are significantly more than I could have expected. Despite being strangers who couldn't trust each other, Caitlyn and Vi managed to openly flirt at a brothel, we got a cute nickname for Caitlyn, we got a hug, we got two or three instances of them almost kissing (the Shimmer cure, the bridge and the bed), we got a breakup scene in the rain, we got Jinx referring to Caitlyn as Vi's girlfriend, and we got a shot of them together at the end.
The writers for sure could have used many excuses not to portray any of these moments at all. Like how it would have been too soon, or Vi is guarded with her emotions and Caitlyn wants to respect her boundaries. Caitlyn was sheltered and didn't know she liked women. Vi was in prison and hasn't been exposed to feeling attraction or love. So many excuses could have been used. It's been done before. They could have been answering Q&As from fans about the ambiguity of Caitlyn and Vi as we speak.
Instead, Cait and Vi couldn't have been closer to saying I love you and making out, to be honest. The only reason why we didn't get more is because it all happens in season two to match the pacing. To make it more realistic and not rushed, precisely because they're being super careful about how they're writing their storyline. It isn't queerbaiting.
In fact, Amanda made sure to emphasize that they're telling a believable story. It wouldn't have been very believable of Vi to initiate things with Caitlyn and vice versa given the events of season one.
I've never trusted TV writers more than I trust the Arcane writers. Everything they've said since the season ended points to Caitlyn and Vi being together as the end game. Amanda wouldn't be as passionate about CaitVi as she is if we are going to be disappointed (she has referred to herself in an interview as a woman who is attracted to women). Christian and Alex have said that there is a big picture in line with how people have seen Caitlyn and Vi from the LoL lore, which is a romantic dynamic.
So yeah, sometimes I make myself sad thinking about the possibility that I'll be disappointed yet again, but I choose to trust the writers. There's no harm in remaining optimistic.
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missanniewhimsy · 2 years
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homework prompt: charmer attempting to study together except its their third date and they havent kissed yet and cait is DISTRACTED
It was maybe generous to call it a date since they were just studying at Founder’s, but she was wearing one of Chris’ Sharks hoodies, and he’d bought her a coffee and one of those whole-grain pumpkin muffins that she was obsessed with, so she was counting it. It had been less than two weeks since they met, Screw was tomorrow, and Caitlin had wanted to kiss him since day one. 
She always figured she’d date an athlete, but for some reason she had never considered a hockey player. When she told her teammates that she got a date to Winter Screw, though, they were more surprised by the position than the sport that Chris played.
“A goalie!” a few of them shouted at practice when she mentioned it.  
“What?” she asked defensively.
“I don't know, they're always weird,” one of them said.
“Intense,” her captain corrected. “Goalies have a reputation for being very, I don’t know, single-minded maybe?” She turned to Cait. “They’re meticulous about things like pre-game rituals, and definitely not everyone’s cup of tea. In hockey especially the position is pretty unique and they end up training by themselves a lot, it makes for an interesting dynamic honestly--”
“April your major is showing!” one of the girls interrupted. The conversation devolved to teasing April about her Sports Philosophy custom major while running drills, but Caitlin couldn’t stop thinking about it. Focused, single-minded, she’d had glimpses, flashes of what it would be like to have all of that kinetic energy entirely focused on her. They’d mostly been texting back and forth, but the couple times they had been able to meet up, their first date at Annie’s especially, she’d noticed how he didn’t check his phone more than twice, dark eyes always fixed on her. 
It was…distracting, to say the least. 
And not a little frustrating because he was also the most wholesome and polite person she’d ever dated, meaning they hadn’t even kissed, and he was sitting right there. Her fingers twitched, thumb moving to brush across her lips almost subconsciously. 
“Are you alright?” he asked earnestly, noticing the movement. “I’m so sorry, this is due tonight and I just got so caught up! How’s your homework going?”
She shook her head, laughing, heart-rate picking up as those eyes fixed on her again, increasingly distracted even as his attention sharpened.
She’d give him today, didn’t have the heart to further distract him, especially since finals were so close, but tomorrow, at Screw, she’d get her kiss.
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anotherghoul666 · 1 year
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Good morning and happy almost New Year, AnotherGhoul ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥
I wanted to pop in and wish you the very best going into 2023, but also it was an excuse to come ask you a few questions about AO3 Wrapped
How about... #5, #19, and #29, if they haven't already been answered
Hey Cait!! ❤️ Thank you for your well wishes! Right back atcha buddy! Happy new year and may 2023 bring you at least one thing, one change, one passion, one discovery that will deeply fulfill you and bring you true happiness ❤️
Onto Wrapped!
5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected? Oh, easy, A Loosened Heart (Corrodes the Shield). I fully expected this one to flop because no smut. This was a fic I had to write for myself. It's a personal piece, because it's me processing a lot of my lingering feelings and emotions from the big injury I got last spring. Right after bloody guitar Dew happened and I wrote Surface Tension (in a 48h frenzy where I posted it before I could let my anxiety brain convince me not to, which is partly what started this adventure of mine into this beautiful fandom), once I realized I could actually write more about these characters and make this a Thing, one of the very first images (and notes on my phone) I got for a fic was Dew in the tub. Dew fallen at the bottom of the tub, miserable and crying and tearing his hair out with pain and despair and hatred for his flesh suit (I've been on the Hurt Dew 2k22 train since before I knew the agenda was a thing, what can I say). I got the image in a flash while getting in the shower and seeing the tub next to it out of the corner of my eye, where I myself, a few months prior, had sat miserably crying trying to wrestle with my own body's limitations and my temporary disability. I needed to write a character going through my pain. And I needed to write them getting fixed by a partner like I was by mine. I just needed to. This piece was an unavoidable piece of writing for me. If I hadn't latched onto the Ghost fandom, whatever fandom was gonna be next, or original characters for all I care, this would have gotten written. I didn't write it for anyone's eyes, I wrote it for me. To purge shit. So to have any reception at all for it was surprising, because I geared up for a flop. But to have the feedback and comments I got on it. The amount of other people out in the world that found my fic and said "I've felt the exact same way". "I was injured in a similar way and I feel seen". "I'm in recovery from *insert injury here* and this was meaningful to me". "I had a partner take me through shit like Aether did and this feels real". Like. I never expected this fic to be seen, and instead it touched people's souls. It made people cry, in a positive way. In catharsis. That's fucking beautiful and I did not expect a single person to find reflection of their lived experience in this fic. Just goes to show no human experience is unique and we're all in this together.
19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year? Besides Aether/Ifrit that I'm currently exploring, I want more Ifrit in my life, and I'd like to see what's up with Ifrit/Dew. I also want to tackle the ghoulettes. The Femslash February challenge is the perfect excuse for that, but I want to pepper them out through the year after February is over too. I want to tackle Cirrus and Cumulus' bound. I want to tackle them with Sunshine as a throuple. I'm also itching to knock out the Copia/Aether I've had in my notes since very early on in my venture into the fandom, and potentially more Papa/Ghoul dynamics in general, to see if there's something there for me. Obviously I'm also gonna touch base on all the classic ghoul pairs haha ;)
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year? So I think I've mentioned this in a couple ao3 comments before, but I'll reiterate here: in all my fics, there's maybe 1 to 4 lines or passages I let my inner poet go feral over. I keep the creature in check, because I don't want to bog down my texts, I aim for rhythm and flow when I write. But. From time to time I feed the beast and I indulge. I jokingly call those passages "The Line" even tho there's a few per fic haha, and it's kind of a back and forth joke with my beta to see if she picks up on The Line(s). It's also an extra tasty treat when a reader in the wild picked up on one and points it out in my comments. There's a few of those I could name, but for the challenge, I'll point out this one from Make my Blood Rush (Slow Down) (tw/ for blood if someone's made it this far but isn't down for blood and injury descriptions): "Mountain sank his fangs in Dew’s neck, like biting an overripe fruit, honeyed flesh giving in, blood like the richest tasting juice flowing on his lips and down Dew’s nape in glistening rivulets of carmine delight." Ain't that some poet wanker shit all over this bitch and I LOVE IT XD ❤️❤️❤️
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bluedaddysgirl · 2 years
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I’ll stop asking in multiples one day. For the fandom list. 1, 5, 10
Ehehe thanks for asking, multiple is fun! From these!
What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?
Since I'm pretty deep in the aroace waters, I generally don't really have OTPs and also don't really give a fuck what people like. I've shipped some really stupid stuff just for fun, and most of the time I can come up with a scenario that makes me "buy" any coupling.
What happens more often is that a pairing in canon will be baffling to me. Fanfic has the time to expend on a relationship, make it earned or believable. Also fanfic can tweak canon, so yeah. I can get behind pretty much any OTP in fandom if it's presented conclusively. I still have like, one Notp (Thrawn x Pryce), but it's not that I don't get it, just that I dislike it enough to block it from my dash and avoid all fics.
THIS BEING SAID. I cannot understand how canon is trying to sell us Cait x Vi. Sorry guys! Please don't take me to the pillory.
Cait is a 1% hyper privileged and a cop. Vi is a victim of a violent and abusive system, who lost her parents to cops lethal violence and also 5 to 10 years of her youth to cop abuse of power. She and Cait are so diametrically opposed, I cannot believe any normal and sane human being in Vi's position would fall for Cait within two days, no matter how cute or nice she is (and she's not very nice for a large part of it, and insanely naive the entire time).
I just feel like their entire "romance" was rushed at the cost of Vi's entire character integrity. I spent hours assimilating she knows, as a child, how downtrodden she is, how broken the system is, how much more suffering is in stock for them, and then boom, she suffers the worst possible fate short of death, and she falls for the first cute cop she meets? Please... Then she rats out her sister to the entire COUNCIL? Who are you and why are you haunting Vi's body?
So yeah, basically set out to write Fathers and Daughters specifically to fix Vi, because she's the lynchpin characters of this show, and she was done crazy disservice to hurry her into an unconfirmed 2 days romance with Cait.
Absolutely no shade here on Caitvi shippers. I'm very happy the main ship of the fandom is F/F, it's a breath of fresh air compared to so many others. Like I said, I'm certain a lot of fics out there actively fix their relationship by addressing my concern, deepening their relationship, stretching canon over more time, etc. I'm sure I could love those fics too. It's what is in canon that leaves me (;⌣̀_⌣́)
5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?
Nah. I'm an old dysfunctional granny. I follow like 5 people and I'm liberal with my block button. If stuff gets heated over some ship I disconnect from that discourse and don't think about it.
Like I said above, I'm not really that concerned with shipping. Even if I read or write it, I tend to focus on platonic dynamics, found family, and if I ship, it's usually centric to one character. Sure I'll read Silco/anyone or Obi-Wan/Anyone.
So fandom would need to ruin Obi-Wan himself (fear), etc. Which I'm happy to report has never happened yet.
10. Most disliked arc? Why?
Siiiiiiiigh. I'm a Clone Wars fan. Why would you ask me that... I'll have to make a list!! x'D
In all seriousness, most of the Padmé & kiddie politics arcs, droid arcs, Jar Jar arcs (except his epic Windu team up one that was awesome lol)... But the arcs that grate me the most are the flawed ones that have amazing potential but never end up finished.
Umbara?? What happens to Tup???? How do the clones deal with trauma?? How does Anakin feel about his men being put through the grinder with a fallen Jedi? Does it not strain his relationship to Palps?
The Slavery arc. That was so fucked honestly, 14 yo Ahsoka hanging out in a fucking cage in the sun, getting grim promises from her future "owner", a grown ass man with a grudge... Like... There should have been far more repercussions to that. Where is the arc where they heal? Where is the arc where Obi-Wan deals with the after effect of the horrors he witnessed and endured?
Yes, it's a kid's show. But you are showing kids 10+ people being sent falling to their death for kilometers for one man to MAKE A POINT, so some "processing trauma" stuff can't exactly be deemed too dark.
And holy shit let's not forget Deception arc. I love it. Bane/Hardeen my grubby beloveds!! BUT—
WHERE IS THE AFTERMATH!! Obi-Wan CHOSE not to warn Anakin. He played dead, burnt all of his social bridges. It's insane that the show gives them a tiny aborted conversation and that this is never revisited again.
It's also a shame because it's a missed opportunity to spend more time looking at the bridge in confidence between Obi and Anakin. And yes, it's a kid's show. That could be addressed during another exciting mission.
I just feel like the show shies away from its own consequences a lot.
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sellaspeaks · 6 months
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the latest Cc podcast with Patrick is actually really good, it’s nice to see her so chill and funny bc I feel like she usually gets nervous in interviews
i was just telling faith and mina this actually! ugh her whole vibe is so yum like idek how to explain it
yeah she was clearly more relaxed bc like those are her friends they can be silly but i will say did we need to talk abt hs basketball for like 35 mins… would 15 not have been enough?
just saying this is proof that c*nn*r was bringing the bad vibes to that podcast bc i’ve always said patrick seems alright and him and payton seem to have a good dynamic… did anyone notice how c*nn*r was not brought up (except once in the context of hs basketball teams) despite the ppl on that being his brother, his teammate and his gf?? 😁😁 i never lose
also that podcast does the guests so right like say whatever you want abt the vibes but the girls looked goooood 🤭🤭 like cait mon and kate were all glowing shoutout to good lighting!!
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ipusingularitae · 2 years
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Kiss her, you fool | CaitVi Oneshot
[Caitvi week 2022 | day 3 - mutual pining/jealousy]
"This is ridiculous," Powder murmured under the red cup in her hand, looking at the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. "Honestly, I feel sick"
"Give them a break, Pow" Ekko laughed, drinking from his own cup, free hand resting in the girl's bare waist.
"More?!" She blurted out, pulling a laugh out of Lux, who was sitting next to them, legs a little bit spread so the blue-haired could be standing between them. "How much more of a break they could have, they didn't even got together yet in the first place"
"Give time to time, baby" Ugh, Lux was so optimistic in the most infuriatingly cute way. Powder would be annoyed, but coming from her she could only admire in silence, never admitting to finding it too adorable.
But that didn't change the really annoying situation.
For months now Vi and Cait were obviously flirting at every possible moment. The jokes, the looks, the proximity, the light touches; but none of them said anything about it, denying the clear tension going on. Fuck, they'd spent hours texting each other when they weren't together, sharing routine pictures and doing voice and video calls. And, the others dared to say, they had already been out on several dates. So what was the difficulty?
Looking from afar, Vi's back touched the wall while her grayish-blue, piercing eyes traced Cait's figure on the other side of the room. The woman standing in all of her glory, a hand on the high-waisted jean's pocket and the other evolving a cup. The beautiful slander body slightly faced the other woman next to her, that fucking grin appearing everytime she said something certainly charming. A weird feeling grew in the pinkette's stomach, consuming her little by little the more she watched the situation progressing.
Fingertips tingling, urging to touch Cait's exposed skin between the black cropped top and the jeans. She could only imagine how soft and warm it would be, all the possible reactions after the act. How would she look at her when Vi kissed the bare shoulder? Heartbeat speeding up only with the imagination, Vi wanted to know what sounds would come out of that attractive mouth when she kissed her neck. Would Cait hold her in response?
Being friends for a long time, none of them noticed the feeling changing and growing. The Kiramman just realized it when waking up in the zaunite's bed after a party, feeling her friend's breaths against her neck while they hugged, bodies fitting so naturally. And Vi felt a difference when she looked up to Cait that morning, thinking that she could see that everyday - that she wanted to see her every morning, close like that. Nothing more happened, but something clicked that moment in the back of both minds.
So a lot of things were there, so crystal clear that was ashaming, but no one made a move - at least not with each other. On the contrary, they seemed to enjoy that critical dynamic of flirting with someone else just to see the growing tension. Cait especially loved to watch the way Vi would stare at her, waiting for the next step, wondering and analysing. The heavy breaths, she could notice the way the zaunite's chest would move at the slight touch of her's on someone else's body. And oh the provocative sayings, indirect and suggestive, that came after an interfering so clear that could make them laugh. The Kiramman was a natural tease, but Vi was learning how to handle her.
On the other hand, Vi was a lot more direct: touching, dancing, kissing. She would never be that provocative towards some other gorgeous woman, why upset them with the distance? She was not the type to make empty promises or proposals, so suggesting a kiss meant an empirical moment. And Caitlyn would feel herself burn inside, the bitter feeling climbing her chest through the throat until reaching the mouth. Even the drink could get annoying, and she was so much faster in the reactions: getting close until the third woman got distracted for any reason, pulling Vi away to initiate an irrelevant conversation that she would pretend to be important. Grabbing Vi's arm for no specific reason, teasing her with minimum contact, looking deep in her eyes while saying how she was particularly beautiful, sounding naive and disinterested.
This back and forth was coming to an end that night, Vi decided - mainly when she saw a hand with polished nails touching a blue hair strand, pushing it from Cait's face. The piltovien noticed the implicit, slight intimacy, and immediately her eyes darted to the figure standing the other side of the room. Huffing and rolling the eyes, Vi started to open her way through the people dancing, drinking and kissing.
Still holding her drink in one hand, she forced a clumsy, tipsy walk towards the two women ahead. The fake stumble directed her to Cait's side, and she let out a laugh as fake as that slurred speech.
"Heeey, Cait!" She grinned, pretending to not even notice the third person next to them, greyish orbes pinned on the slender figure. "How come we haven't seen each other yet?"
"Perhaps a mismatch, Vi", it was a lie. They had seen each other earlier, so why was she engaging with the scenario?
"Soo sad," the pinkette faked a drunken pout. "But hey, since we're here, wanna dance?"
Like the perfect cue, the music changed to a slightly slower one. The notes were familiar, a pretty famous song, and the zaunite's blood just rushed through her veins with the thought of being so close to her friend during the dance.
"Oh, this song is good," indiscreetly she pulled the tall woman by the hand, walking to the dance floor. Cait almost laughed, she wasn't even pretending anymore. Not when she positioned a hand on her waist and started to move the hips against her, following the rhythm while looking straight into her eyes. The storm framed by freckles sent an electric sensation over the piltovien's body, and the intense beats reverberating on every inch of them made her follow the pace.
Seconds after, her hands flew to Vi's shoulders and hair; fingers intertwining the pink strands on the back of her neck, almost pulling when the other's hand traveled up to the exposed skin just under the crop top. Vi's occupied hand stood at some distance from their bodies to don't risk spilling the drink and making a mess.
"Jealous, aren't you?" She grinned, almost holding her breath when their tights naturally went between each other's legs. Now the synchronized movements forced a proximity, heat traveling through the eager bodies.
"I don't know what you are talking about," lies, lies, lies. The glit in her eyes said enough, however.
"Aw, look at you, trying to have me just for you" The smile widened, faces getting closer some time during the constant moves.
"What if I do?" Vi raised an eyebrow, defiant. The seriousness of her voice shifted something on Cait. The slender fingers traveled to the exposed, tattooed neck, forcing the zaunite's face upwards then.
"That 's it? You want me all for yourself?" The grinn could only be described as wicked, sending shivers through the well-built body. "So selfish, tsc," the analytic look captured every change on her face and Cait noticed how hunger possessed those stormy eyes.
"But I thought it was reciprocal, Cupcake" A pull, and somehow they were closer. "Or do you enjoy seeing someone else touching me? Oh, are you into this kind of stuff?" She scoffed, moistening those attractive lips. Really the tall woman couldn't deny the mixed feeling that consumed her with the sight of Vi with other women… But that wasn't the discussion at the time. Vi, on the other hand, keeped to herself the way the intense-blue irises decreased around the pupils.
"For now, Violet," shit, her full name. "Let's just do this"
The kiss was sudden, but well-received. Touches burning against their skin, increased heartbeats, fogged minds with just each other's names sounding on repeat. The relief crashing with more desire, hunger, want. Cait scratched slightly at Vi's neck, drowning in that addicted feeling. The sensation of the grip tightening, the need, the beats consuming the environment around and vibrating every molecule.
A long time of burning feelings coming together now, almost exploding, wanting to exceed every possible barrier on the way. And even though they got pretty distracted there, the involuntary movement of their hips didn't stop. Cait wanted to scream, curse at herself from the past for not doing this before. The small groan coming out of Vi's mouth almost sent her away to a place where there wasn't anyone else. The grip on her body drove her nuts, that couldn't be real.
Vi wished to drown on those pleasurable scratches, on the possessive tugs in the pink hair, on the way they seemed to taste each other so amazingly. Fuck if she needed to breathe she might not do it at all, if it meant to be far from the other woman again. But as imagined they needed to breathe, and she proceeded to distribute kisses and love bites on that long neck, almost going feral when Cait moaned so low. Her hips swaying, more and she would be humping the strong thigh in the middle of the dance floor. And, fuck, the way she called her name when Vi pulled the blue hair to expose even more the beautiful neck.
They must be hallucinating.
"Say my name one more time and I won't be responsible for what comes next," it was almost a joke, but the Kiramman didn't know. So she smiled wickedly again, defiance in her electric-blue eyes when she looked at the zaunite again, the mesmerizing voice still reverberating in her foggy mind.
She was about to play with fire because it was a situation too good to not seize it. But a sudden impact pulled them apart, Vi's drink almost spilling. They looked around until a smaller figure came between them, long braids swinging.
"What the fuck, Powd-"
"Get a fucking room!" She looked so offended.
Lux and Ekko appeared next, laughing so hard that tears came out of their eyes.
"I mean it, this is ridiculous!"
Vi scoffed and then laughed too, having her sister's eyes so furiously in her direction.
"You spent years playing cat and rat and now you want to fuck in the middle of the room, that's a joke" Powder pointed to Cait then. "You have a big fancy house, take my sister there, make some charm, I don't know"
"Powder!" Lux blurted, holding the tattooed arm.
"No, she's right," Caitlyn laughed too, eyeing the pinkette. "What do you say?"
"She was almost fucking you herself, we all know the answer"
"Okay, Pow, let's give them some space" Ekko couldn't properly breath, but he was trying to calm the situation down. But the two older ones were still looking at each other, thinking about all the possibilities and desires.
"Well… Let's go" Vi concluded, shrugging with the most suggestive grin.
Trying to hold back the big smile, Cait held her hand and pulled her through the crowd. That was going to be a hell of a night.
[this will also be posted on ao3. you can check it here on my carrd]
[P.S.: Powder representing me, fr]
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Edges of Something Beautiful
Pairing: Vi x Caitlyn
Tags: A/B/O dynamics, fluff, flirting, teasing, literal sleeping together, confessions, masturbation
Word count: 2.7k
Ao3
Mr. and Mrs. weren't exactly fond of the idea of Vi sleeping in Caitlyn's room. After all she was an alpha and a Zaunite and they didn't have the best reputations for self-control. But Caitlyn insisted. After what happened with Jinx she just felt safer with Vi. And though Vi didn't like to admit it she felt safe with Caitlyn as well.
It took a little convincing but the two managed to win the argument. Of course Caitlyn's mom and dad weren't blind. They knew there was an attraction between the two women. Caitlyn and Vi were also aware but haven't got the chance to really act on that fact.
There was a lot that needed to be done.
Most members of the Council died in the explosion and there was a lot of unrest for a while. So everyone was pretty busy. Not to mention that for all her tough alpha attitude, Vi would never hurt Caitlyn. Sure she loved to tease her and make her blush, but she never pushed past what Caitlyn was comfortable with.
Sure she was a bit rough around the edges but she knew Vi could say the same about her. And she was so glad they could both see past that.
Their touches and looks were always soft and tender. Caitlyn loved seeing that side of Vi. It also turned out that Vi was very touch starved and loved to cuddle. She always made it hard for Caitlyn to get out of bed, always insisting on staying in bed just a little longer, not wanting to let go. Vi really seemed different that what Caitlyn was told Zaun alphas were.
The moment started just like any other. Caitlyn woke up Vi's arms around her waist, Vi's wild, pink hair tickling the back of her neck. She blinked her eyes open, adjusting to the sunlight shining into her room. Vi had trouble adjusting to the light at first, always said the mornings were too bright but at the same time liked seeing the warm morning sun for a change.
Caitlyn felt Vi pampering small, sleepy kisses on her neck. Vi was beginning to be more and more affectionate and if she wasn't gonna ask Caitlyn out for a date then by the gods Caitlyn will just do it herself. The tension was starting to be a little much for her. Caitlyn sighed contently and pressed further into Vi's arms. Vi groaned.
"Hold still omega." Vi mumbled into Caitlyn's neck in between kisses. Caitlyn stiffened, her eyes snapping open at Vi's words. Vi's hands came down to Caitlyn's hips, holding her still, moving her hips into her. Caitlyn gasped as she felt Vi's dick, hard against her. For the first time she took a deep breath trough her nose. She didn't notice it before, because Vi's scent was all over her bedroom anyway but now she could smell the beginnings of a rut.
"Vi. Wake up." Caitlyn tried to turn but Vi's grip held her still. Her kisses becoming more and more deliberate and her breath coming out in pants as her hips rolled into Caitlyn' searching for friction and warmth.
"Pretty." Vi mumbled against Caitlyn's skin. She was clearly dreaming and judging by her hard-on it must be a very nice dream for her. Caitlyn couldn't help a wave jealousy gripping her heart at the thought of Vi dreaming about fucking some random omega. Vi's next word send tingles down Caitlyn's spine, "Cait." She growled Caitlyn's name in her ear.
Vi's hands started moving over Caitlyn's body, gentle but with purpose. Caitlyn's head was starting to spin. She'd never really been in an alpha's presence when they were in rut. Well she was but the rut was never unchecked like Vi's. And she can't deny that the thought of giving into Vi's touch didn't sound appealing. But she didn't want it happen right now, like this, "Vi, wake up. Now. You're in rut."
"I'm in rut." Vi echoed. She groaned against Caitlyn's neck, "I'm..." Vi's eyes snapped open, her hands leaving Caitlyn's body like the touch suddenly burned her, "Fuck! Shit! Sorry!" Vi quickly separated from herself from Caitlyn.
Caitlyn sat up quickly and turned around towards her friend and crush, "Vi, I think you need..." Caitlyn's eyes fell onto Vi's bulge, her eyes widening and a deep blush spreading across her cheeks.
Vi stumbled over her words of apology as her hands went to cover the tenting area at the front of her pants, "I..."
"It's alright Vi. It's natural. We'll just get you the blockers and you'll be..." A wave of angry, bitter and displeased pheromones quickly hit Caitlyn's nose and the omega scrunched up her nose.
"You'll what? No! Is that what you people do here?" Vi looked like she was just punched in the face. The thought of taking medicine to suppress her rut sounded insane to her.
"Of course. To keep you and those around you safe. Omega's do the same thing for their heat. It's better than enduring it alone." Caitlyn learned this as soon as her first heat hit. It was pretty painful even with the suppressants but over the years the suppressants did help her out a lot.
Vi blinked, still not wrapping her mind around this, "But... you suppress your urges? Its biological, natural. Why would you... You Topsiders are all kinds of weird." Vi scratched the back of her head, her face now more confused than anything, "In the Lanes you either stick it out alone or with someone else."
"This isn't the Lanes Vi. And it's not as bad as it sounds. I've done this plenty of times. Yes it's still not the most comfortable thing but it's functional. As an omega my heat would be a distraction not only for myself but anyone around me. And I can't have that at work."
Vi's pupils dilated at the thought of Caitlyn in heat. Her dick twitched, "Your heat. You smell delicious as you are Cupcake, you're damn right it'd be a distraction." Vi licked her lips, her hands falling to her sides, now giving Caitlyn a clear look at the bulge in her pants, "In the Lanes, when Vander was in charge, we had special brothels for this. If you were in rut or heat you could go there and get someone to spend it with you, if you didn't already have someone that is. Or wanted to spend it alone."
"Oh." So that's how it worked. Not exactly animalistic as was described. "Did you ever..." Vi shook her head.
"I was still pretty young. And in prison, well... you're already in a cell. And they don't wanna risk any unwanted pregnancies, to much hassle to deal with, so they just lock you up in a secure cell after ice cold baths." Vi gritted her teeth at the memories. Caitlyn senses her discomfort and pumped out calming pheromones. They seemed to work on Vi pretty well, they always did, some officers joked that she was the only one capable of keeping Vi in line. Of course they've only seen the two a handful of times but it seems like that was more than enough for them to form an opinion.
Caitlyn had the urge to hug her, but she wasn't sure that was a good idea with Vi's rut, "Vi I... I'm so sorry. That sounds terrible. You won't have to go trough that ever again, I promise. I'll tell my parents to get the rut blockers right away."
Caitlyn only took a few steps off the bed when Vi's hand caught her wrist. Caitlyn froze. She was careful to turn around slowly. Her eyes found Vi's, deep and stormy and darker than normal, "I don't want them. Please. I..." It broke Caitlyn's heart whenever Vi's voice got sad like that, "My ruts have been hell in prison. I don't want that anymore. And that medicine you're talking about? Suppressing your nature? It sounds like hell to me Cupcake."
"Fine. We don't force people to take them. We'll get you a room. You can spend it there."
"Alone?"
"Yes alone Vi, what do you..." Caitlyn was pulled into a tight hug.
"You. I want you to spend it with me. And when your heat comes I'll help you out too. I promise I'll take good care of you." Vi pressed another kiss to Caitlyn's neck, "I love sleeping next to you. And you smell so nice Cupcake. So sweet." Vi purred out the last word.
"Vi..." Caitlyn's head was swimming again. Her inner omega was elated at the fact that Vi wanted her, wanted to take care of her and wanted Caitlyn to be the one to take care of the alpha. Caitlyn's fists balled at the back of Vi's tank top, "We' can't..." The words almost hurt to say.
Vi pulled away just enough to look Caitlyn in the eye but their lips were still so close, "Why? I like you. I know that this isn't the best way to confess but I'm not just saying to try to fuck you either. I want to but..." Vi grit her teeth and shut her eyes tight as the images of fucking Caitlyn flooded her brain. Her dick pulsed with the need, aching to be inside the omega but she shook her head, "I want you to want it too. Do you want me Caitlyn?"
"Yes." Caitlyn breathed out. Vi smiled and went in for a kiss, but was stopped by Caitlyn's hand. She frowned her brows, "I want to. Badly Vi. But I've never had an unchecked heat. Or spent time with an alpha who wasn't on their blockers. I don't know what to expect. And I don't know if my parents would approve of us... mating this early. We haven't even started dating yet. And there's so many things we need to talk about in regards of us mating. Precautions to take. I... I'm sorry Vi. I can't. Not now."
"You can't?" Vi's voice was low, lower than normal. It sent chills down Caitlyn's spine. She was fully aware that some alpha's took what they wanted regardless. But Vi wouldn't do that. There's no way she'd stoop so low. Caitlyn yelped when she was pulled flush against the alpha, the alpha's cock against her thigh, her nose burred in Caitlyn's neck, her breathing quick and shallow. Vi took a deep breath of Caitlyn's scent, as she rubbed her nose into the omega's neck, "Then I want your scent on me. Is it ok if I..."
Caitlyn nodded, "Yeah. Go ahead." Vi mumbled a 'thanks' as she imprinted her scent on the omega and vise versa. This was something very intimate for a couple to do and it made both their hearts beat faster because of it. Their scents wrapped around each other like a warm blanket.
"I need to..." Vi kissed Caitlyn's neck again, her kisses getting hotter, "I should go shouldn't I?"
But Caitlyn really didn't want her to. She really did wish that Vi could spend her rut with her, "You stay here. I'll go tell mom and dad. You'll have a room ready for you." Caitlyn begrudgingly untangled herself from Vi's embrace.
"Ok." Vi sat back down on the bed, her arms in front of her, watching as Caitlyn left the room with a little smile and a waive. Even if Caitlyn didn't spend this rut with her she still expressed interest in doing so in the future. And maybe even letting Vi be there during Caitlyn's heats. And more than that, dating. Her brain was filled with rut pheromones at the moment but she was pretty sure Caitlyn wanted to date her.
When the door opened again she expected Caitlyn, instead it was one of the butlers she saw around the mansion. Nice man, tall and a bit bulky, kind of reminded her of Vander. How he chose to be a butler of all things was still baffling, "This way miss Violet. Mr. and Mrs. Kiramman offered to give you the room that was previously prepared for you. If you would just follow me."
Vi groaned. She really wanted to stay here. It's where Caitlyn's scent was. It made her feel warm and safe.
"Oh and Young Lady Caitlyn said you may take the blanket with you if you want." Vi perked up at that. She hastily wrapped the blanket that was on the bed in her arms and carried it out with her. This was better.
She'd still like Caitlyn herself but this would have to do for a few days. And those few days seemed like some of the longest of her life. Which said a lot.
She was horny and frustrated. She wanted Caitlyn. She wanted her omega. She wanted to hold her, kiss her, fuck her, knot her, mark her. And her omega wasn't there. All she had was her scent and Caitlyn's name falling from her lips when she came. But her hand wasn't enough to stop the ache. She was constantly hard and it hurt. The only thing that would make it better was being inside her omega. To make Caitlyn moan and scream her name as Vi fucked her from every angle possible, until she forgot everything but the alpha's name and the feeling of her cock.
"Fuck." Vi growled as she jerked herself off. She imagined it was Caitlyn's hand. She imagined her mouth, her tongue. Vi came with a broken cry. Her hand fell to the bed, her dick still hard and aching. Only one day to go.
When her rut finally ended and she was walked out of the bedroom she went right passed the butler, only giving him a brief greeting, and straight into Caitlyn's bedroom. As she opened the door she was met with the woman that occupied her mind for the past few days.
"Vi! Is your rut over?" Vi nodded her head quickly. Before Caitlyn could say anything else Vi crushed her in a tight hug.
"Missed you Cupcake." Vi nuzzled into the omega's hair.
Caitlyn melted into Vi's arms, "I missed you too. I couldn't sleep right without my heat source." Vi laughed, "And I mean you. Not the blanket."
"Aww. I like sleeping with you too. Hopefully in more ways than one some day soon." Vi whispered into Caitlyn's ear.
Caitlyn gulped, "You know... my heat is a few months away. How soon do you want to go on that date?" Vi was caught of guard by that. She though she'd be the one to ask Caitlyn out on a date, not the other way around.
"Um... whenever you want. Now, we can go now if you want. Right now." Vi was so cute when she was a fumbling mess like this. And the fact that she could get the alpha to act this way around her made butterflies flutter in Caitlyn's stomach.
She kissed the fighter on the cheek, "Maybe get a shower first. You smell like your rut and quite frankly its very distracting."
"Oh yeah?" Vi smirked, her cheeks slightly red from the kiss, "In a good way?"
Caitlyn bit her lower lip and her eyes couldn't help but travel down below Vi's waist, "A very good way."
Vi groaned, "Cupcake... my rut just ended. Don't do this to me yet. I never thought I'd say this but it's to early to pop a boner." Caitlyn blushed hard at that, "I'll just go take that shower before I need to turn it into a cold one."
"Oh, uh, yeah alright. Then we can go get breakfast in the city if you want. Anywhere you want. My treat." Caitlyn's cheeks were slightly pink as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She was always so damn adorable when she did that, "It can be a date. If you want."
Vi grinned, a big, dumb, lovely grin as she leaned in and pecked Caitlyn's cheek, her lips lingering a little longer than necessary. "Looking forward to it Cupcake."
Now it was Caitlyn's turn to smile like a fool. She never imagined any alpha could be so sweet. She was pretty sure she was the luckiest omega in all of Runterra right now. And she would do her best to make Vi the feel like the luckiest alpha from this moment forward.
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Companions react to Nora saying random crazy thing at seemingly nobody. She will say things like “You Half Baked Potato!!”“You Vegan Meat! “Unwise Breakfast!!” When she is sad she will mutter “oh my cheddar cheese” “I love you my housefly When she is in combat she will scream “Steam those waffles!!”“Imma gonna put some ketchup on those fries!!”When she is asked why she does this she says that when she was sad he husband would cheer her up by saying these and she hopes that he will respond to her
Aww, this is absolutely adorable!!! 🥺
I hope you enjoy this, and thank you so much for the request!!! 💙💛
Cait - Thinks that calling people a "soiled onion ring" is the dumbest thing that she has ever heard. She has no idea why F!Sole is saying such bizarre things so unexpectedly. But when she finds out that F!Sole's husband said these things and she's hoping for a response, she is completely bewildered and somewhat embarrassed by her personal thoughts. She is just thankful that she never said anything about her feelings before. She ends up shouting strange insults herself in an attempt to make F!Sole smile at least a little. Granted, Cait calling people a "smelly omelet" is a little odd, but she's got the spirit.
Piper - Honestly is not quite sure what to think when F!Sole starts battle and immediately says that she's going to "steam those waffles." But Piper goes with it. After all, her Blue seems to be pretty enthusiastic about it, so that's good enough for her. However, when she figures out that F!Sole's husband used to say those things to cheer her up, Piper suddenly realizes just how important these saying are. Therefore, next time that they start a battle, before F!Sole can say anything at all, Piper yells at the top of her lungs, "Time to bake the biscuits!!!" This, of course, earns a giant grin from F!Sole. Her husband may never be there to respond, but Piper's definitely going to reply whenever she can.
Curie - Thinks it is extremely odd, and she finds the behavior to be stranger than any that she has ever observed. She does not question it, and overall just goes with it. She actually even takes up some of F!Sole's insults since they are so vanilla and free of any cussing. When F!Sole finally ends up telling her that her husband did this to cheer F!Sole up and make her happy and F!Sole has been hoping for him to respond, Curie is quite surprised and she apologizes, asking if she should not have responded to it herself. F!Sole assures her that it is fine and she knows he's not coming back. She also assures her that she loves for Curie to do it since it gives her some comradery and helps her cope with his loss. Therefore, after that, Curie tears out with a new vigor about the entire ordeal, and even thinks of a few new insults that F!Sole uses. After all, calling raiders "a sour batch of unpasteurized milk" is just too good to pass up.
MacCready - Thinks it is weird at first, but he does see the merit in it. It helps him keep from saying worse words that he promised Duncan he wouldn't say. So he clings onto her tradition and uses it himself whether she prompts the entire thing or not. But when she tells him that her husband did it and she hoped for a response from him, MacCready clams up and is scared to say the stuff anymore for fear that he's intruding on something that is special between F!Sole and her husband. However, she soon tells him that she wants him to keep going with it since they are keeping a piece of her husband alive with their use of it. So he just says "okey-dokey, steaming artichokey" and rolls with it.
Deacon - Is one hundred percent on board with it. He thinks it is absolutely awesome to call people "Vegan Meat" and he is thinking of even more insults and battle cries every chance that he gets. When she finally says that this was a way her husband made her feel better about things and that she is saying it with the hope of her husband's reply, he feels quite awkward. But he quickly recovers and tells her to "cheer up, little housefly." The comment makes her happier, and she finds it quite entertaining when he thinks of stuff like that on his own. They soon become a dynamic duo in spurting random word combos and driving Glory and anyone else around crazy with them. They especially love to confuse P.A.M. and Desdemona has repeatedly told them to leave her alone or they're going to be finding a new replacement P.A.M. all by themselves.
Codsworth - Immediately recognizes what she's doing. He remembers how sir used to say these sorts of things to her just to earn a smile from her. When she admits that she is saying them in hopes of garnering a response from the man, Codsworth feels quite terrible for her. He thinks hard for a moment, and he soon tells her, "Cheer up, my dear mozzarella mistress." He doesn't know much about what he's doing with the nicknames, but it makes her laugh a little, so he considers it a win. He will now proceed to say these sorts of things when she is sad in an attempt to at least bring a remnant of the comfort of sir back to her.
Hancock - Just raises an eyebrow and mentally wonders why she doesn't just cuss out her enemies. He's pretty sure that they're not going to take her seriously if she keeps calling them things like "Moldy Burrito." Soon enough, he figures out that her husband said those things to make her laugh and that she wants her husband to reply. Therefore, he resolves to defend her if anyone dares to make fun of her for her odd words.
Danse - At first thinks that she has been exposed to way too much radiation. He soon asks her if she is alright and if she needs to sit down for a little while. She responds, explaining that she's fine and she was just hoping her husband would respond since he used to say stuff like that to make her feel better. He is immediately completely at a loss as to what to do, so he just holds her in his arms. He resolves to try to reply to her so that she does not spend all of her time waiting on a response from someone that will never give one. While "greasy suit of power armor" and "dusty, musty uniform" is not too insulting, he does the best he can, and F!Sole appreciates his attempts. He almost never says them, but when he notices that she's having a bad day, he pulls them out.
Preston - Just sort of laughs it off at first. It is a little weird but he gives her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe that was something normal from her time. But when she explains the true meaning behind it and says she is hoping for her husband to reply, he is baffled. He before long starts to try to think of something to say that relates to her strange little words. He ends up placing an arm around her and calls her a "kind potato crisp." It is a pretty bad use of the words, but F!Sole appreciates the thought behind it.
Valentine - Thinks its adorable even if it is a little odd, so he just lets it go and lets her do as she wants and continue calling people strange names. However, when she informs him that she is doing it and hopes that her husband will respond to her, he offers her a big hug and they have a long talk about things and what her and her husband used to do together. When they've finished their talk, he tells her "Chin up, green pea."
X6-88 - Thinks that she needs some sort of psychiatric help or a good long nap when he first hears her call someone a "half-baked potato." She quickly assures him that she is alright and that her husband used to say this sort of thing to cheer her up and she hopes he'll reply one day. At that point he just stares at her as if she has lost her mind for sure. However, after a very, very long moment and after ensuring no one except her is around, he finally says, "Do not be depressed, frozen TV dinner."
Dogmeat - Likes how full of gusto she is when she shouts, so he barks along to emphasize her words. However, he does notice how she is quiet for a moment afterward and quickly seems very disappointed when she hears silence. So he whimpers a little and licks her hand, pressing his nose to her palm. He does his best to make her feel happier in these times of sadness.
Strong - Is even more confused than usual and he cannot even be angry because he is so bumfuzzled. He often wonders what exactly is an "Unwise Breakfast." When she explains that she hopes for her husband to answer her when she says these strange things, he grows irritated and tells her that he's dead and when human or super-mutant is dead, then they don't say anything at all.
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Romanced!Companions React: Sole Was Abused Pre-War
TW: Spousal abuse and the aftermath/trauma that comes with that. Mention of alcohol (unrelated to the abuse)
Note: Gonna do some canon divergence/request divergence to make this gender neutral! Therefore, we’re going to say the breadwinner/working SO commonly abused their stay-at-home SO. I struggled with deciding whether or not to make this neutral, as it’s an important topic, but I feel as if women are most commonly represented in abuse and this is a good moment to stick to neutrality and non-gender-specific language and try to represent everyone who may be a victim of abuse. Thank you for reading!
Word Count: 6,088
The Scenario: Cait, Curie, Deacon, Gage, Hancock, MacCready, Piper, and Preston:
Sole and their companion made their way through Goodneighbor, on their way to visit Hancock. They made it about halfway through the entryway when Daisy called out, ushering the companion into her shop for a chat. They’d met a while ago when the companion first entered Goodneighbor, and swiftly became friends; Daisy’s dry-humored straight forward personality made for great conversation when they were passing through.
The companion and Sole split off with a swift kiss and went their separate ways. Daisy tossed a Nuka-Cola to the companion as they entered her shop, making a comment about putting it on their tab, and they began to chat. Eventually, as the minutes ticked into an hour, they got onto the topic of pre-war culture. Daisy chatted about her life before the bombs dropped and the companion listened intently. “Yeah, I wasn’t much for dating before the war.”
The companion looked up from their soda confused. “Well, why not?”
“Oh I was much more the stay-at-home type and that never boded well back then.”
“What do you mean?”
“I forget not everyone got glimpses into that world. Well, it was pretty normal for the working spouse, the breadwinner if you will, to abuse the stay-at-home spouse. No one really blinked at it. Didn’t wanna put myself in that situation for the sake of appealing to what people considered a normal life path, so I just stayed single. It wasn’t too bad, to be honest, to be alone.
The companion was already lost in thought when she finished her sentence. Suddenly, a lot more things about their relationship made sense. The way Sole seemed to fight against their instinct to just agree with them, the way they flinched when the companion made abrupt movements. God, it made so much sense, and the companion just wanted to run out and hug them. Daisy seemed to notice this, and spoke softly. “Go see them, I can tell you want to. I’ll be here whenever you come back to Goodneighbor.”
Cait:
Cait seemed to cover the space between Hancock’s building and Daisy’s shop in just a few anxious footsteps. She took large strides, anxious to go see Sole, to verify that they didn’t think she would do something like that to them. She knew instinct was overpowering and it was a matter of survival for them, but her heart broke at the idea that they might think she’d be okay with hurting them. Gods, that’s the last thing she wanted to do.
The staircase to Hancock’s room was stretching endlessly despite her taking the stairs two at a time. She ignored the guards that looked her up and down as she strided towards the room, silently daring them to try and stop her with a glare. Of course, they knew she was with Sole, and simply redirected their attention elsewhere as she gave a sharp knock on the door. She waited for a few seconds before pushing the door open and stepping inside.
Sole was seated on the couch across from Hancock, laughing at something he said, when she turned and looked at Cait, surprised. “Oh, hey love. Daisy go back to work?” They asked, eyebrows raised at the pleasant surprise of her sudden appearance.
“Uhm, kinda. Need t’ borrow Sole real quick, Hancock.”
They suddenly looked worried, standing and flashing a brief smile before walking towards Cait, giving her a confused and alarmed look. She smiled back at them, but it was slightly tense and she knew they could tell. With a gentle hand on their back, she led them up another flight of stairs and into a dark corner, concerned about eavesdroppers. “What’s wrong, Cait?” They asked.
“You know I would never hurt ya, right?”
“What- where is this coming from?”
“I just- I was talking to Daisy. About pre-war, and…” She trailed off, shaking her head, unsure of what to say.
Sole stood still for a moment before the words clicked in her brain. Their energy seemed to fade abruptly and they avoided looking up at Cait. “Did your… did they ever hit you?” Cait choked out.
They looked up at Cait with a weak smile and nodded. She gritted her teeth and looked down at her feet, suppressing the anger that overcame her like a shock of ice water. “You’re not mad, right?” Sole asked quietly.
“Of course I’m mad, I-”
“There was nothing I could really do. I’m sorry. It was so normal back then.”
“Oh, Gods, Sole. Not mad at you, I could never be mad at you. I’m furious no one protected you. I’m furious I can’t kill the bastard myself.”
Cait opened her arms, giving them the option of pulling away if they were uncomfortable with a hug, considering the topic. They folded into her arms with a soft sigh, wrapping their arms around her like there was no tomorrow. She smelled of cigarettes and mutfruit, something they’d grown to consider the smell of home. Cait smoothed her hand up and down their back and tucked her chin onto their shoulder so she could speak softly into their ear. “That’ll never happen again, ya hear me? I won’ let anyone hurt ya. And I know that’s something I gotta show, cause words don’ mean much for shit like that, but I’ll show ya. Just give me time, yeah?”
“All the time you want, Cait.” They replied, their voice shaky.
“And I know it can be hard to say somethin’ but if I ever make ya uncomfortable, ya need to tell me. I won’ get mad, I wan’ ya to be as comfortable as possible.”
They nodded, their face rubbing against the fabric of her shirt. They gripped her tighter and sniffed quietly, trying desperately not to cry. Cait pulled away and brushed the back of her hand over their cheekbone. “Hey, everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure it all out together.”
Curie:
Curie, for the first time she could remember, felt sick to her stomach. Of course, she knew about the pre-war circumstances; it’d been part of her information training for Vault Tec. However, for some reason she’d never put the dots together that someone would do that to Sole of all people. Who the hell in their right mind would say they loved them and then hurt them like that?
As politely as she could manage, Curie said her goodbyes to Daisy, and made her way slowly to Hancock’s building. It was difficult to focus on where she was going despite her need to see Sole; the world was blurring in front of her as she tried to sort out her emotions. She flitted between rage and confusion, to sadness and guilt, then devastation and back again. 
The walk up the staircase was one of shame that Curie didn’t realize sooner what was going on with Sole and the weight they must’ve been carrying. She knew it was difficult to divulge that kind of information to a partner, but she wished she’d done more to show they could trust her. She paused outside the door, her fist raised to knock, but paused. Curie could hear their laughter ringing out from behind the door; this conversation could wait. They were so full of joy, it would hurt them both to take this moment away from them.
Instead, she took a deep breath and smiled. Then, she knocked on the door and cracked it open. Sole turned towards her with a wide smile. “Curie! Come sit, we’re just finishing up.” There was still a lilt of laughter in their tone.
Curie pushed the door open enough to squeeze through and shut it behind her before crossing the room to sit on the arm of Sole’s chair. Sole wrapped an arm around her waist without hesitation, leaning against her as they talked excitedly with Hancock. Another laugh shook their frame and Curie revelled in it, leaning back and rubbing a hand over their shoulder as she listened.
Eventually, Sole sighed and announced that they’d better get going before they wasted the whole day away talking. Hancock protested lightly, sad to see them both go, but accepted once Sole stood their ground. He waved them off with his usual playful vibe and the pair got up to leave. Curie took their hand and squeezed, moreso trying to reassure herself than anything else.
Sole gave her a curious glance but said nothing as they made their way back down the stairs and into the cool evening air. Curie led them to the Hotel Rexford, quiet as they ascended the stairs to their room. When they reached it, she shut the door softly behind them and paused, facing the door, unsure of what to say or how to start. “Curie, sweetheart, what’s wrong? You’ve been off since you came to see Hancock and I.”
“I had a talk with Daisy.” She started, pushing herself away from the door and walking over to stand in front of them. She took their hands in her own. “We talked about what life was like before the war and… the… relationship dynamic that was quite common back then.”
“Ah.” Sole came to realize what she was tiptoeing around and nodded, their face falling a bit.
“I apologize for not realizing sooner what you’ve gone through. I hope as we spend more time together you come to know that will never ‘appen again.” She moved to hug them slowly, wrapping her arms around their waist and resting her head on their chest.
They sighed and returned the embrace, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I know you would never, Curie, it’s just habit. I’m sorry.”
“You ‘ave no reason to apologize for instincts that helped you survive, Sole. No part of that was your fault.”
Danse:
Danse had been researching pre-war life in the Brotherhood’s logs in order to better understand Sole. Of course, he could ask them questions, but he noticed how much they lit up when he said he’d heard of something they mentioned, as if they felt better understood. It wasn’t uninteresting, if he was honest. Hearing about a whole different world, with different rules and culture compared to the one he lived in was fascinating. The fact that Sole was part of both worlds, a foot in each, made his head ache. How they managed the two separate identities in their head he had no idea.
After a long night of reading he stumbled across the culture of married life pre-war. There was a flash of uneasiness that rushed through him, knowing they’d left behind a spouse in their vault. The thought that they may miss their spouse nagged at him late at night, wondering if he was good enough to follow up somebody that Sole found worthy of marrying. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he clicked into it.
Things clicked into place as he read what it was like being married back then. Sole flinching when he moved suddenly, their reluctance to get too close if he was in Power Armor, their expertise at dodging punches in combat despite telling him they were a stay-at-home parent before the war. He sat back in his chair, hand clutching his dog tags as he got lost in thought.
It was the gentle click of a door behind him and Sole’s voice that penetrated his thoughts. Quickly, he backed out of the information page and whirled around in his chair to face him. “Whoa, that was a guilty move.” They commented, laughing hesitantly as they looked him over, curiosity in their eyes. “What’s up?”
“Nothing.” He said abruptly.
The hurt and confusion in their eyes at his tone made him change his mind immediately. He’d just gotten a look into their past, something they’d never be able to do to him; it was unfair for him to keep the information he’d discovered from them. “I… was researching.”
“Okay?”
“I was researching life before the war. The Brotherhood keeps all the information they gather on it. I wanted to understand what day-to-day life was like, to understand you better. To be able to talk to you on the same page.”
“What’s with the panic, then, love?”
“They had quite a bit of information on what married life was like back then.” He replied, his voice quieting.
“Oh.”
Their demeanor dropped in a flash. Their shoulders sank forward and they looked down at the ground, fumbling with their hands to distract themself. After a moment, they let out an awkward laugh. “Uh, is this where you tell me it’s too much?”
“What?”
“For you to deal with. All the shit I’m bringing with me.” They were still trying to choke out a laugh, but it sounded more like a suppressed sob.
“Jesus Christ, Sole, no!”
Danse tried to keep his tone from rising and got up from his chair, pushing it back as he stepped towards them. They looked up at him for a moment before redirecting their gaze, their eyes flitting around the room, restless. He placed his hands on their shoulders gently. “Please look at me?” He asked softly.
They looked at him, eyes red, and gave a weak smile. “I love you.” Danse definitely wasn’t one to say it so directly, so suddenly, but he needed them to know. “I’m not going anywhere unless you tell me to. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me and I’ll be damned if I let you get into your head and think otherwise, okay?”
Sole nodded, lips pressed together to prevent their mouth from quivering. He cupped their jaw with his hand and practically melted when they leaned into it, closing their eyes and bringing their own hand up to hold his. “We’ll talk about it eventually, when you’re ready. Not any sooner. But I love you and I need you to know that.”
“I love you, too.”
Deacon:
It was hard to put on the easy smile he usually wore and pretend he hadn’t just had his heart shattered on the pavement in Daisy’s shop. He’d heard rumors about what life was like before the bombs dropped, but it wasn’t exactly a priority to discuss a society that no longer existed when you’re fighting to survive in the one you’re part of. Deacon ran a hand over his scalp and forced himself to relax. “Sorry to cut things off so shortly, but I gotta go, Daisy.”
“You’re worried about them.”
Deacon didn’t respond, but it was enough for Daisy to nod. “Go.”
He eased into his usual casual walk as he made his way to Hancock’s building, climbing the stairs at a heavily regulated pace. He was suddenly conscious of every move he made; the steps he took, how fast he was walking, the way his arms swung at his sides as he moved. The grin he threw the guards was forced, but they seemed to not notice as he pushed open the door to Hancock’s room and his voice rang out with a cheerful, “Knock knock!”
Sole turned and gave him a beaming grin, laughter brightened eyes shining his direction. He wanted to capture that look forever as he crossed the room and pressed a soft kiss to their forehead, tossing himself down beside them dramatically. “Hancock, you’ve stolen them away from me for far too long.”
Hancock laughed in return. “Ah, don’t worry about little old me Sunshine, they won’t shut up about you, anyway.”
The flush on Sole’s face had fondness running through it. Deacon’s expression turned smug and he wrapped an arm around their shoulders, rubbing a thumb across their collarbone as they returned to their conversation. The grin slipped slightly as his thoughts returned to the conversation earlier and he swallowed harshly before forcing his attention back to the present. There was no doubt in his mind that Sole had already noticed something was off; they’d learned long ago how to read his body language down to the last detail.
The weight in his chest made itself known when the conversation ended and he and Sole stood, each wrapping Hancock in a tight hug before making their way out of the building. He tugged their hand in the direction of one of the alleys that decorated the back of Goodneighbor and led them down it, wanting to admit to the information he’d been told as soon as possible.
He rubbed a hand over his mouth and dropped the sad excuse for normalcy he’d been forcing. Sole took in a deep breath. “I knew something was wrong. What’s up?”
“I’m gonna start with I’m not mad at you. Not even remotely. I was just talking to Daisy and… she said some things that stuck with me.”
“Okay, can I ask what they were?”
“She told me what marriage was like back during the pre-war days. And it made me realize some things about our dynamic.”
Sole fell silent. It was hard for them to find the words to respond to that. They simply nodded in response and turned away, taking a deep breath to gather their thoughts. “I know you would never hurt me. There’s a reason I don’t need to keep an eye on you right now. But it's a habit, the flinching and stuff. It’s how I lived for years.”
“I know. And I hope eventually it’s something you no longer find necessary to keep at the forefront of your mind.”
Sole turned back around to face him with a small smile and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, giving another to the dimple that appeared when he started to smile. They took his hand in theirs and lifted it to press a kiss to each of his knuckles. “I trust you. I do. If there’s one person I can trust without hesitating, it’s you.”
Gage:
Raiders were a ragtag group of the widest range of personalities one could find across the wasteland. Most motivated by the same thing, wealth, but not always. Gage had encountered just about every type of raider, or so he thought, when he came across a history buff that joined the Pack. He nearly ripped his ears off when the raider launched into another rant about pre-war culture, not because it wasn’t interesting, but because they were supposed to be keeping watch and he hadn’t slept in two days.
Once the raider launched into the history of marriage culture, Gage started paying attention. He knew Sole used to be married and he couldn’t help but worry that he wasn’t living up to their expectations of some they would’ve dated before things got desperate. However, once the raider described it, he felt acid in his throat.
The idea that someone would have someone like Sole and not only take them for granted, but treat them so harshly? God, he wondered if he should start an alliance with the Institute and ask them to build a time machine so he could strangle their ex himself. Abruptly, he stood and announced the raider would be doing watch themself, and started walking back towards Sole’s quarters.
He had to see them now. To reassure them that everything would be okay, that he would rather put himself in one of the bomb collars than lay a hand on them. His pace quickened until he was lightly jogging through the misty evening, his gun in it’s holster hitting against his thigh with every step. The elevator ride up was too long for him to bear, his foot tapping anxiously against the metal flooring as it meandered upwards.
Sole would probably be in bed reading, or cleaning their gun with Dogmeat at their feet. He huffed out an anxious breath and walked onto the balcony, scanning the area. No sign of Sole other than a lantern on their desk. He pressed a hand against the glass and detected the slightest bit of warmth; they must’ve gone to their room recently. After double checking that the lantern was fully out he opened the door to the interior and stepped inside.
Warm air hit his skin with a light blast and he relished in the warmth and the smell of the soap Sole used to wash their clothes. It was such a contrast to the grease and sweat that permeated the raiders quarters and the odor of blood that surrounded the Disciples. He pried his boots off, toe to heel, and left them near the doorway before making his way farther inside.
Sure enough, Sole was lounged in their bed, a book they’d scavenged propped up against their raised leg. Relief filled him, though he didn’t know for what reason. He took a few more steps and launched himself onto the bed next to him, adjusting his positioning until his face was pressed against their shoulder. Immediately, he felt them shift, and the rustling of pages indicated they put the book down. “Gage, baby, what’s wrong?” They asked, resting a hand on his back.
He moved his face away from their arm and looked up at him. Of all the shit he’d seen as a raider and even before that, this hurt the worst, and it showed in the way he was struggling not to tear up. His jaw was clenched, his expression tense and riddled with guilt and the need for reassurance, like a lost puppy.
Sole didn’t ask again, not wanting to push him, and continued to rub his back, tracing patterns against his skin through his shirt. He brushed his nose against the fabric of their shirt and closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts as he laid there. The soft tracing against his back amplified the sharp pain in his heart at what he’d realized. He struggled to motivate himself for a moment before sitting up. “Babe, I have a difficult question for you.”
Sole’s eyebrows crept together in concern and they nodded, turning their attention towards him completely. “Before the war… did your spouse… did they ever hurt you?”
Their eyes widened and they looked away for a moment, obviously thinking for a second. “Why do you ask?”
“This raider… they told me stories about life before the war. And the way you act sometimes, like you’re protecting yourself. I’d hope to God I never gave you a reason to feel like you needed to protect yourself from me, so I figured since they said it was so common back then…”
“They’re right.” They replied simply, giving him a wry, sad smile.
“I’m sorry.”
Gage lifted his arm laying next to them, offering a space for them to cuddle into his side. They did so eagerly, their book next to their side, forgotten, as they ducked under his arm and rested their cheek against his chest. He squeezed them gently and bowed his head to kiss their temple. “I hope one day you never feel you have to keep that guard up, but I do want you to know I’m never gonna get upset that you feel you need to. I get that that’s what life was and how you protected yourself.”
They sniffled quietly and brushed their hand against their nose, causing him to rub their arm with a heavy breath. “Everything’s gonna be just fine, honey. Swear to ya.”
Hancock:
It was late in the evening as Farenheit, Sole, and Hancock gathered in his suit, chatting, alcohol in hand. Farenheit had a slight flush going, grateful for the guards that had taken over her duties for the night. Sole pulled their hand through their hair as they laughed at one of the comments Farenheit had made, throwing their entire weight against Hancock as their body shook with laughter. He grinned and took a swig of his own drink. “Y’know, I have to wonder what life was like before the war.” Farenheit said suddenly.
Sole tilted their head curiously. “Whaddya mean?”
“I mean, relationships here are just casual and stuff. You survive together and that’s that. But from what I’ve heard, dating culture was complicated, and marriage? Yeesh. Don’t get me started on that nightmare.”
With that comment, Sole stilled. Their drink shook a bit in their hand and they took in a deep breath, leaning forward to set the glass down on the table in front of them. Hancock pressed a hand against their shoulder to get their attention and saw right through the reassuring smile they sent his way. It didn’t reach their eyes the way it should.
He smoothed his hand down their arm calmly. “Hey, Fahrenheit. We appreciate the company, but I think we need to head to bed. Sole’s got an early mornin’, y’know.” He stretched his arms in an exaggerated show of his exhaustion and set his own glass down, standing.
Fahrenheit caught on rather quickly and cast a grin at the both of them before moving herself off the couch and heading towards the door. “Night, you two!”
Sole called a soft “Goodnight” after her and settled back into the couch, lost in thought. Hancock shrugged off his jacket and set his hat on one of the many tables that littered the room before moving to sit down next to them again. He pressed a kiss to their cheek. “I’m losin’ you sweetheart, come back to Earth for a moment for me.” His gravelly voice remained low and soothing.
They jumped slightly before turning and smiling at him, leaning sideways so they could rest their head on his shoulder. He turned his head so it was easier for them to hear him and mumbled quietly, “She hit a nerve, darlin’?”
“Yeah.” Their voice was fragile.
“I’m sorry, Sunshine, wish it hadn’t. You want me to stay or would you rather be alone right now?”
“Stay. Please. I trust you.”
“I’m glad.” His voice was warm, like a crackling fire.
There was a beat of silence. “I’d ring their neck if I could, you know.”
They let out a laugh, quiet, but reassuring nonetheless. “I’d let you.”
MacCready:
There was a stone in his stomach at the idea that someone could do that to their spouse of all people. Disgust settled in his chest. And to Sole of all people? No one deserved that, but Jesus, Sole was the most selfless, genuine person he knew. With a moment to steel himself, he gave his regards to Daisy, and started to make his way to Hancock’s building.
It was probably one of the most difficult walks he’d taken. He knew they were probably enjoying Hancock’s company and reassured himself that he’d be able to hide what he’d discovered long enough for them to relish the time they had with him. Mac readjusted the cap on his head and headed into the building, sneezing lightly at the dust that kicked up.
As soon as he entered the room, the anxiety that had been running through him eased. Sole had their head thrown back in laughter, joy radiating from them like a light. Without a word, he crossed the room and leaned over the back of the couch, resting his arms over their shoulders as he listened in. They were throwing light banter back and forth at each other. Mac mindlessly trailed his fingers up their arm, thinking hard about how to broach the topic. “Alright, Mac’s got somethin’ on his mind, I think it’s time we get going.” Sole brought him swiftly out of his own head.
He smiled good-naturedly, but Sole could tell he was still thinking hard about something. They stood and wrapped Hancock in a dramatic hug before moving around the couch to greet MacCready with a hug. “Alright, let’s get going.” They said softly, giving him a smile.
He nodded in agreement and followed them out of the room, then out of the building. They led him towards the Hotel Rexford, resigning themself to the fact that it had gotten late, time lost in the midst of their conversation, and were definitely staying the night in Goodneighbor. Sole had been amongst Goodneighbor often enough the hotel reserved a room for them at all times, and they simply greeted the receptionist and kept moving towards the stairs, key in hand already.
They shut the door softly and kicked off their shoes, placing their weapon on the bedside table before reaching for a pre-stocked can of water. “So what’s up, love?” They asked, quirking an eyebrow in his direction before taking a swig of water.
Mac tossed his hat onto the table beside their gun. “I was talking to Daisy.” He started.
“Mhm?” They looked him over carefully.
“We got onto the subject of what marriage was like. Before the war.”
Sole froze with the can halfway to their mouth before sighing and clearing their throat. They set the can of water down on the table and walked over to him. “Nothing I experience is reflected specifically on you. The flinching- I know you’ve noticed -is just a force of habit.” They spoke calmly, despite the struggle he could see in their eyes.
“I know, I’m not concerned about me. I get it. I mean, God I hope you never see them in me, but… I just wish I could’ve done something.”
“It’s in the past. Not either of our faults.” They smiled bitterly and kissed him, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw. “I love you.” They whispered once they pulled away.
“I love you, too.”
Nick:
Nick knew from the beginning. The memories he had implanted in his head, of the man who was and wasn’t him, spelled out plainly what life was like before the war. What people did to the spouse that was considered stay-at-home. He knew why Sole flinched, and he knew why they startled when he raised his voice.
And Sole knew he knew. Once they found out he had memories from before the war, and he mentioned what a terrible husband one of his friends was, they knew. They met his gaze quietly, a questioning look on their face. He simply smiled and took their hand, rubbing his thumb across their knuckles, and returning to the previous topic. There was a quiet silence as he finished his thought, and then he spoke. “I hope you know I don’t think any differently of you.” He said.
Sole looked at him thoughtfully. “I believe you. And I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Piper:
Piper was shaking with fury. She considered herself someone with a pretty even temper, but this had gotten her riled up like nothing else. God, who the hell could think that was normal? Okay? And Sole, having to go through that thinking no one would care. She politely said goodbye to Daisy, her tone forced, and made her way, determined, to Hancock’s building.
And then she stopped abruptly outside. It wasn’t fair for her to come to Sole with information about their life they didn’t willingly give to them, and spew it out in anger. They were the one that had the first right to be angry about what they went through, not her. So she forced herself to take deep breaths and simply collapsed into a bench outside the building.
It was about an hour later that Sole wandered out, a grin wide on their face, and called out a cheery greeting to Piper. She returned with the same enthusiasm, catching them in a hug and pressing kisses all over their face. “How was your chat?” She asked, pressing her cold nose against their throat.
“Agh, Piper- it was good. God your nose is cold.”
She laughed and mumbled a quiet “Good” against their throat before leaving a kiss there and pulling away. She made sure not to move suddenly. This wasn’t a discussion they needed to have right away; Sole was the one who should bring something like that up, and while she would tell them honestly that she knew, it wasn’t fair for her to spring it on them. Instead, she listened to them talk about their conversation with Hancock cheerfully as they moved through the streets of Goodneighbor.
Preston:
Preston leaned against the wall of Daisy’s shop, asking for a moment before he left. She nodded, as gracious as she was straightforward, and left to go rearrange some things upstairs to leave him in the quiet. He glanced around the settlement, appreciative despite his initial apprehensiveness the first time he had set foot inside Goodneighbor.
Sole would spend a while talking with Hancock, there was no doubt. Once the two got together they were unstoppable, laughing and joking together like there was no tomorrow. He loved it, truth be told, the way Sole became so carefree. Daisy had commented once that the only person she saw them more comfortable around was Preston himself.
Was it fair to bring up what he said, then? If they were so comfortable and carefree around him, they would bring it up on their own time, surely. Of course, he wanted them to know that he cared, that he was furious on their behalf, and so in love with them he’d stop the world from spinning if they wanted him to. 
He gathered his flittering thoughts and turned back towards Daisy’s counter. She had returned long before he’d realized, not paying any mind to him. “Do you have any of those sweet rolls?” He asked, voice rougher than he’d realized.
Daisy nodded and set them on the counter, a Nuka-Cola beside it. “It’s on me. Don’t worry about it.” 
X6-88:
X6 came to the realization when he decided to read one of Sole’s pre-war books they’d scavenged. It was a romance novel they’d jokingly recommended to them, however, he ended up confused by the halfway mark; it seemed like the opposite of a romance novel, considering the abuse that took place so casually. After a few hours of reading and trying to press through, he stood, shaking his head, and walked through the house to find Sole.
They were leaned over their workbench, a gun in it’s many pieces on the table in front of them. When they heard his footsteps they looked up with a bright grin. “What’s up, Six?”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
They glanced down to the novel he was holding and snorted. “What’s the matter, gorgeous?”
“This… isn’t a romance novel. I think you gave me the wrong book.”
Sole grew confused. “It says it on the front cover.” They pointed out.
He turned the book to examine the front once again. Sure enough, it was advertised as a best-selling romance novel. He sighed in confusion. “The main character’s spouse, though… I don’t get it.”
Sole stilled. They thought for a moment before leaning over to catch the title on the front cover, then straightened and sighed. “Things were different back then, Six, that’s all.”
“Did… was that what your marriage was like?”
Sole looked at him for a moment, simply taking in a soft sight they never thought they’d see. X6, despite being one of the tallest people they’d met, looked absolutely unintimidating. He was dressed in pajamas they’d found for him and a loose white t-shirt, the novel held loosely in his hand, his shining eyes confused and curious. “I’m afraid so, love. But I’ve got you now.” They smiled, aware how forced it must look.
X6 crossed the room and set the book down before wrapping them in a hug, barely hesitating. He said nothing, simply held them as comfortably as he could, hoping they knew what he was trying to convey. They sighed and kissed his jaw before resting their head on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry about me, Six. It’s something I deal with. God forbid you ever let that bastard make you feel sad, too.” They laughed a little at the end of their sentence, gently scratching their short nails across his back.
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holy hell, gamers, i finally reached one whole thousand followers! how bonkers is that! when i first made this blog in december 2018, i was just trying to start over in a new fandom. ive been active on tumblr for a looong time (since i was like 11, which is. not great, but we wont get into that). i cant remember quite why i decided to remake, but i never imagined getting a higher following than i did before, but i did! 1000 followers is bonkers, i’ve never had a thousand of anything! i seriously cant thank each and every one of you enough, whether you followed me for 911 or for mcyt or for whatever!
now, since ive reached this absolutely bonkers milestone, im feeling particularly sappy! so under the cut, i have some friends and mutuals tagged who are super great n who are always an absolute pleasure to see on my dash! <3 again, thank you all so much! (ps, if we’re mutuals and i didnt tag u in this, that doesnt mean i dont love and appreciate you!! i mostly am just picking people to tag based off how often i see them on my dash! i love all of u so much <3)
♡ 911 FRIENDS ♡
(aka the ogs, aka the fire fam)
♡ @lovelessmotel ♡ emily!! god, where do i even begin with how much i love and adore you!! i know youre one of my big sisters, but wow i am so proud of how much youve discovered yourself since we’ve met!! like wow, look at this epic, gorgeous person whos one of MY close friends! im so lucky to be friends with you! thank you so much for being my friend, i appreciate you and all the sisterly advice you’ve given me more than i can ever put into words!
♡ @eddiediaz-buckley ♡ sav!! mom!! i love u so unbelievably much!! i am so unbelievably grateful for you and everything youve done for me! all the advice youve given me and all the times youve let me vent to you have been so important to me and i cannot thank you enough for all that. im soso appreciative of you and im so glad that i have someone as amazing as you as my mom/big sister (we’ll never really figure out our fams family dynamics, will we?) (ps, whenever i go outside and have my keys with me, its always so comforting to feel the keychain you got me! its like my moms with me everywhere i go!)
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♡ @marauder-girl ♡ sabsabsab!! i love u so much, u funky lil future lawyer!! im so proud of u and i can hardly believe ur gonna be my Lawyer big sister!!! thats so awesome!! i cant believe such a rad person is one of MY friends!! how lucky am i!! i love having you as one of my big sisters, youre so kind and funny and talented and your advice has always been so helpful to me too! thank you so much for being my friend and for always being there for me!!
♡ @nighting-gale17 ♡ cait, my love, my wifey!!! wowowow i love u so much!!! im so glad we’re friends, you are so unbelievably lovely!! youre also so unbelievably talented like??? hey queen wanna hand some of ur writing ability over to the unfortunate (like me). i’m so glad we’re friends, youre so sweet and even tho we dont talk as much as we used to, i still have SO much love for you in my heart
♡ @africaneuropean ♡ rae, my father!! i love u so much!! i know we havent talked at all in. who knows how long. but i still have so much love for u in my heart!! you are so iconic and cool and funny, im so glad i met you n became friends with you!! ur one of the coolest people i know, i hope i can be as cool and mysterious and wonderful as you one day
♡ @evaneddie ♡ DHYL!!! dhyl pickle i love u so much!!! whenever u pop into my inbox with random nice messages, every part of me lights up!!! u are so kind to me and for what!! i miss talking to u as much as we used to, you are so sweet and you are such a good friend!! i love u n im SO proud of how far youve come with gif making, i still remember when u first started n youve gotten SO amazing at gifs lately!! i love u soso much n im so glad we’re friends, youre so awesome!!!
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♡ GRIFF ♡
(aka griff)
♡ @yawnralphio ♡ u get ur own section bc u are my only 911 friend who isnt an og, but thats ok bc u are so swaggy!! i love being friends with u griff, u are so cool and funny and i am so glad that u still want to be friends with me despite all of the horrifying things u’ve learned about mcyt from me jdhfajkdhfa. i love u so much n i am so excited to get to know u more n get closer to u!!
♡ FRUITBLR ♡
(aka mcyt friends)
♡ @fear-epidemic ♡ atlas u are so swaggy and funny!! tumblr funny man!! im so glad we’re mutuals, i love u a whole lot. that one time u me n wilby played bed wars together was so fun even if we’re really bad! n that one time we played on the fruitblr server while on vc was so fun, i loved talking to u n playing with u so much, we gotta do that again sometime. i love u so much chapin n im so glad we’re friends!!
♡ @netheritedream ♡ hari my beloved... i love u so much. like literally so much that its really embarassing. i am so glad u tagged me in that one follow forever post n put the offer on the table to let me join the server. i love being ur dumb lil husband!!! jus like actual fundy, i would risk it all to watch treasure planet with u. i love u sososo much, i wish i could live closer to u so i could actually talk to u more often </333 im going through severe withdrawal, pray for me. im gonna stop talking for now bc if i kept going on, this post would be several miles along n nobody has time for that </3 just know that i love u so much and i love having matching icons n i love being ur husband, i love u so much
♡ @sootswilbur ♡ tommy... i care you so much. little bromther!!! im sososo glad we’re friends bc u are so kind to me all the time n u are so easy to talk to!! ur also so talented, ur writing n ur gifs are so amazing n im so proud of all the awesome stuff u make!! seeing u experiment more with ur gif sets n trying new things is so awesome n inspiring and i love seeing ur experiments work out!! i love u soso much n im so happy to be ur big brother!! (or one of them at least)
♡ @fruitbur ♡ virgil my Other beloved... i love u so much!! u are one of the kindest people ive ever met n im so glad i met u!! i know ive already told u this before but ur tagging system is so sweet n i love seeing u reblog my posts bc im like “yay alastair is gonna tell me that he loves me in the tags :D” i also lovelovelove ur theme, i love the soft pink and the lil aesthetic board that u have pinned, its so nice to look at!!! ily sososo much <333
♡ @theartofmining ♡ hey fruit ily. like genuinely, u are so unbelievably funny that u make my ribs hurt so much. i know we’re like never rly that serious but i love u so much. as much as i joke about hating u, i really am glad we’re friends n i really look forward to becoming better friends with u. i love u a whole lot rain, i love seeing u on my dash bc ur full of good takes n funny posts
♡ @sapnaplive ♡ dream.... bonks our foreheads together... i care u so much. my other half!!! i love u with my whole little heart. u are soso cool and im so lucky to be able to call u my friend!! ur themes are always so cool, i wish i could be half as cool as them!!! ur art is also so epic like??? u are a triple threat: good at art, tumblr themes, AND minecraft building. and ur also so kind!!! u are one of the sweetest people i know, i love u so much and im so glad im friends with u!!
♡ @dreams-little-kitten ♡ corn u are so weird and i mean that in the kindest way possible. u are so cryptic n i love that so much about u. ur like the wilbur to my philza sometimes and i think thats so awesome. that one time u came into my inbox to talk shit about that one cuphead boss was so funny and absurd, i loved that so much. i love You so much. i love how ur just so effortlessly funny, n im so glad i can be friends with u
♡ @dreamsmp ♡  JEL!!!! i love u so much holy cow. u are so sweet!! all the time!!! ur also so talented, ur gifs always look so good!!! i love being friends with u, ur always so nice to me n u always leave rly nice tags when u reblog my gif sets that make me so happy!!! i think about that one time u rbed my fundy gif set n said “FUNDY GIFS” and “GIFS BY FUNDY” it made me so happy!!! i love u a whole lot, im so glad we’re friends :)
♡ @leaguelol ♡ damien!! i love u so much u funky little cryptid!! i love when u pop into the gc just to share cryptic thoughts, u are so strange but i think thats so cool of u!!! i honestly see u kinda like a lil sibling, im always so proud of u when i see ur art on my dash!! u are so talented at art!! i love u so much n i love being ur friend, ur rly sweet n i love seeing u on my dash and in the gc!!
♡ @its5undy ♡ idk why im putting u on this, ur my mortal enemy. jkjk, i actually love u a lot clay! i love joking around with u, ur so funny and for what. im so glad u joined the gc bc i love talking to you so much!! i still love that one time u reblogged that fwt gif set n tagged me in it moments after I reblogged it. i love that u thought about me, that rly warms my heart! i love being friends with u sososo much
♡ @cavalreee ♡ oh hey, another great big fruit!! i dont think we talk all that often, which is a shame, bc ur so sweet!! and also so fucking funny, why is everyone in this friend group so fucking funny, its not fair. i love seeing u on my dash talking with ur other friends, u always have the funniest convos ever. also? ur desktop theme is SO epic, it threw me off the first time i saw it but its so swaggy, just like u!! i love u soso much azzie, n i hope we can talk more in the future bc ur so cool
♡ @technosoot ♡ i love u even tho ur a br*t /j /j /j. jannat u are so unbelievably sweet. im so glad u joined the gc bc u are such a kind presence both in there and on my dash! u radiate very Warm, Friend energy. ur friend shaped. i love u so much n i love being friends with u!! im very eager to become closer friends with u bc u seem like a really amazing friend to have
♡ @sortasortaspicy ♡ les where are u in the gc i miss u </3 i love u so much, u fit in so well from the very beginning n brought so much more fun and laughter into the gc. i dont know u all that well n i dont think we’ve talked one on one like. at all. but id love to get closer to u bc ur so rad and ur so sweet!!
♡ EPIC PEOPLE  ♡
(aka mutuals who are so cool n id love to be friends with u pls talk to me)
@eurytherm ♡ @vampkings ♡ @weelbur ♡ @wilburtheesoot ♡ @quackityskarl ♡ @wimblrscoot ♡ @technofarmer ♡ @wooteena ♡ @bloodforblood ♡ @smpsapnap ♡ @literallynotfound ♡ @hearty-an0n ♡ @enderanboo ♡ @springbonniecpu ♡ @pandascanpvp ♡ @tommylnnits ♡ @strawberrygogy ♡ @timedeo ♡ @nymika-arts ♡ @h-isforhome ♡ @eboykarl ♡ @joe-alkaysani ♡ @betwecouldmakesome ♡ @squirrelstone ♡ @maddieandchimney
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hello! :) just wanted to say that i read "monsters in the night" and i loved it, you captured vi and jinx's dynamic so well and i can't wait to read more of your fanfic in the future!!
also, hope you don't mind if i rant a bit in your inbox since you're one of the few vijinx shippers i'm aware of.
i only finished arcane a few days ago and, being completely emotionally destroyed from it, decided to search out as much fan content as possible. i liked the cait/vi dynamic well enough in the show, but it was really jinx and vi's relationship that drew me in, that i was the most emotionally invested in, that was the most well-written imo.
i've never shipped anything taboo before, actually, and of course i don't condone incest in real life. but something about vi/jinx is just really fascinating to me?? it's not like i ship them bc they're sisters and i like incest, but more because their dynamic is just so complex and twisted that i can't help wanting to see more of them together even if they happen to be sisters, i hope that makes sense? like idk i think i would still ship them even if they were just close childhood friends and their relationship was still written the exact same way.
anway, although i doubt vijinx would ever really be 'canon,' i am slightly worried about how vi's character and her relationship with jinx will change in upcoming seasons due to caitvi? i like how vi is the most important person to jinx and in turn, jinx/powder is the most important person to vi, and i really don't want jinx to just be replaced with cait. i really hope vi doesn't give up on her sister and i hope she doesn't just completely change her ideals and beliefs because of the time she spent with cait. i've heard that in lol (which i'm not familiar with) vi becomes an enforcer with cait? which seems completely opposite her character? like i don't want her to just forget about the atrocities that topside has committed against the undercity, how the problems that exist in zaun were caused by systemic mistreatment by piltover's government, the classisim/class warfare, etc. so i just hope that if arcane goes that route (which i assume will happen) it will be a natural progression of vi's character that doesn't lose who she is in the process.
i guess for me, the ideal arcane progression would still be vi and jinx utterly devoted to each other as sisters, even if vi and cait are dating in the background.
thank you sm for this lovely ask!!
i get where youre coming from completely, and dont ever apologize for shooting me things in my inbox. i really identify w where youre at rn and from one taboo connoisseur to another (jokes) i can agree w the fact that its more layered than it makes itself out to be.
i also don’t condone incest irl. i feel like there is a separation you have to establish to yourself — and even more so publicly — when you start appreciating tricky dynamics in fiction like this. arcane wasn’t my first rodeo w fictional incest i.e sibcon i.e siscon (wlw version), i’ve been quietly enjoying content like this for roughly four years but had never outwardly expressed this except to Very confidential (internet) friends until last month to save face.
precisely what you said ab the dynamic being captivating bc it’s twisted is why i think it works. i don’t go searching for content to consume just bc they fit that niche of taboo, but i do find myself appreciating stories like that just bc of the forbidden love aspect of it (and the whole can’t stop type of thing. and the descending into mania is chefs kiss)
finally someone who agrees w vi’s story as an enforcer. i think it might be too hard to swallow personally? there’s so much opportunity for an amazing story to be told in regards to vi & jinx’s dynamic— and i’m NOT saying that just bc i ship them. i mean narratively— and i hope the writers don’t squander it in the name of fan service even if it is representation.
pls pls pls shoot me a dm or join the server if you wanna talk more — or, continue to send me lovely asks like this one 🤍
(also. don’t be repelled by the scary hate comments lmao. i only promote/respond to them bc i love clout and making people look moronic)
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Hi! I love your writing! Can you maybe write companions reacting to Shaun calling them mom/dad, maybe when theyre in trouble (like raiders attacking their settlement/home)? Have a good day!
Cait:
“Yeah! Get them mama!”
Had she not been any better with her reflexes, the little boy’s words may have ended up landing her missing a few teeth. There just so happened to be a raider dumb enough to try to break into your little home, so naturally..Cait goes in for the swinging once she made sure they didn’t have a gun on them.
With one final swift punch to the invaders head, Cait seized victory once again- and yet..all she could think about was the way that the child calling her that made her feel. She probably wouldn’t even outwardly acknowledge it- but once it was just the two of you in your own privacy, she’d confess that she was terrified.
Curie:
“Hey mom, do you need any help with the labs today? It looks really neat- I bet you could teach me all kinds of stuff.”
The second she heard what the little boy said, her heart swelled 10x in size just from pure joy. “Well of course you can, just make sure to wear the proper safety equipment, sweetheart.” She’d respond, giving Shaun a pair of safety glasses and wearing one of the sweetest, most proudest grins ever imaginable upon her face.
Danse:
Even though he wasn’t really a light sleeper, Danse had the ability to wake up as soon as someone entered the room. This was of course true when your son nudged the door open, his blanket slung messily over his shoulder and his eyes wide.
Once he realized who it was, Danse relaxed the slightest bit. “What’s wrong, Shaun?” He’d ask with a voice ladened with a hefty sleepiness.
“I-I’m scared, Dad. I had a nightmare and it- it just seemed..*sniffle*..it seemed so real.”
Suddenly the sleep would be knocked right of Paladin when his mind caught on to what the small child just said. Him? Dad?
Blinking away the shock, Danse tilted his head toward your peacefully sleeping body. “Here, come see son.” He’d urge with a yawn, waiting for the little boy to climb between you and him. Once snug, he’d then wrap his arm around the both of you.
Just when had he become so lucky?
Deacon:
“You’re really the best, Dad.”
Upon hearing such a bold assertion from the child, Deacon would stand in pause for just a mere moment. Chills would race up and down his spine as he stared down at the wondrously kind eyes lovingly peering back up at him. As much as he desired to keep looking back, a smirk would ghost his lips- thankfully he was able to concoct a little bullshit response on the fly.
“Yeah, ya ain’t too bad yourself either kiddo. You take after your dad.” He’d affectionately tease back, patting the child on the shoulder.
Gage:
If there was one thing that kids were, Gage learned that they were inquisitive little shits. Your own child was a testament to that statement. Just when Gage thought he could relax, up comes Shaun with an array of questions ready to shoot.
“Pa, why do you wear an eyepatch? Did something happen or are you just saving that eye’s strength?”
Gage coughed whenever he realized what Shaun used as his opener. Nuka-cola spurted from the raider’s nose, causing him to sputter as he wiped it away with the back of his hand.
“Come again?” He’d ask with one huge green eye, trying not to cough a lung up in the process.
He was happy though, even if he might’ve killed himself choking on nuka-cola.
Hancock:
It was honestly alerting to see how shocked he was that this happened. He knew goodneighbor was no place for his son but..he never expected this to happen. While down at the third rail, some deranged man came down demanding money- pulling out a gun as he spoke.
“Papa, please...are we going to be okay?” Shaun’s terrified eyes bore straight into the ghoul’s very soul, making his heart break despite how happy he should’ve felt after hearing those words.
Putting a hand atop the boy’s shoulder, Hancock made sure to keep both of their bodies below the table. “Of course we are kiddo, you just sit here and don’t make a sound.”
And with that, Hancock would spring up and shoot his way to safety- he had to. His son was there after all.
Macready:
Having two little boys in the house was already bad enough. Having two of them similar in age and just as troublesome as each other? Whew, it was an understatement to say that you and Mac had your plates full.
Luckily with his experience, things weren’t entirely hectic. Just like now..
You had managed to come home right on time to catch Mac mid-scolding. His hat nearly falling from his head as he cashed his gaze down at the pouting children in front of him .
“I don’t care how much fun it is, you two can’t go around spooking the neighbors. That’s the best way to get shot, for fu-..for Pete’s sake.” You couldn’t barely hold in your chuckle at your lover’s choice of words, since when had he become so dramatic?
“Sheesh, chill dad..” Shaun spoke, dismissing his adoptive father with a wave of his hand before he and Duncan promptly ran off- leaving a completely dumbfounded Mac to sit and process what just happened.
Did his two sons really just dismiss him like that? Did Shaun...did Shaun just call him dad?
Maxson:
It was all Maxson had wanted. This feeling of belonging..it was amazing. It was something that even the brotherhood and all it’s devoted members couldn’t provide him.
“Hey Dad, you alright?” Shaun’s little voice pierced through Arthur in a way that wasn’t at all painful, yet somehow hit him like a freight train.
It was then that Maxson realized he had been staring, jaw hanging. “W-what? No, I mean..yes, yes I’m alright Shaun. Is everything okay?” Real smooth, don’t worry, Arthur promptly begins to beat himself up over it.
Though confused, Arthur was so, so very happy.
Nick:
“Da, are you coming or what?”
Immediately, Nick assumed he had overheated. Surely there was no possible way Shaun was calling him...no. Blinking a few times, one could even hear the low whir of his servos fire up as he tried to process what just happened. Once he finally realized that yes, that was indeed reality- a huge smile would grace the synth’s face in response. In an attempt not to “lose his cool”, Nick would just simply nod and follow along- replaying the entire thing in his head over and over again.
Old Longfellow:
He had expected “Grandpa” before he got a “dad” out of the little boy, if he even got that! Honestly he didn’t expect much, he loved the kid but..come on, he’s some old man kissing up on the child’s mama/papa. With that being said, for the first time in quite a while, joy like sparklers- erupted all throughout the old man’s body whenever Shaun tugged his coat one rainy day and-
“Can I please come with you, pa? I’ll need to learn how to fix those condensers up one day anyways!”
Piper:
Piper, of all people, didn’t really think she’d be so happy being so..so domestic. Not a single article written, not a single story hunted down for the day or anything- just family time. Just you, her, Nat, and Shaun.
Much like your day, the night also consisted of this calmness. Only coming to an end whenever it was officially bed time.
“I love you ma, good night.” Shaun sleepily muttered, turning around in the process so he could get comfortable and ready to sleep.
That was probably for the best, for as soon as she heard those magical little words, Piper’s eyes welled with tears without warning- only spilling whenever she was back in the comfort of her own room with you at her side.
Preston:
“Pa, are you sure you and mom won’t be gone for too long?”
The words stopped Preston dead in his tracks. Yes, it was his duty as your lieutenant- and your own as General, to respond to distress calls whenever they were made..so that unfortunately left your poor son in the care of your other companions more often than you’d like- more so, more than Preston would care for.
It was things like this that made him consider retiring all together.
Turning around, Preston would kneel down in front of the child, happiness shining in a luminous way within his dark eyes. “I..I promise you that we’ll be back before you even miss us, son.”
“Impossible, I miss you and mama already.”
Sturges:
“Dad, I’m scared..”
The very second he heard the little boy trembling in his arms whisper, the synth man felt cold fear flow through his veins. Raiders, always fucking raiders.
It was normal at this point for them to show up every now and then, usually you’d just chase them off with your flashy guns and whatnot- and you were doing that- but while you were out being the hero, it was Sturges prime duty to ensure shaun’s safety. As such, he’d take the little boy to their usual hiding spot and try to get him to be quiet...but that? That was enough to make him want to personally go out there and rip a raiders head off. How dare they scare his..his son?
“Shhh, I’ve gotcha little buddy..you just hang in tight.”
X6-88:
(I honestly don’t see how this could happen with Shaun in particular- even with the whole au I use with Maxson and Shaun dynamics- Shaun would still know X6 as that cool dude that teleported him back and forth.)
-sorry this took so long, hope you liked it.
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howdywrites · 3 years
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Be Mine
↳ A Sisterhood of Blood Valentine’s Drabble
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Synopsis: Cait Caldwell celebrates her marriage to Isabelle the only way she knows how to. note - Cait is the gender bent version of my villain Caleb from Sisterhood of Blood. She’s not a good person lol WC: 4k **WARNINGS: this is mature content!! Includes: light violence, blood mention, sexual content (wlw), possessive behavior and a slightly unhealthy relationship dynamic (Cait is a villain after all). Please do not read if any of these are upsetting!
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It was a perfect day for a godless wedding. The clouds overhead wept and the red dirt of Clemmon’s turned to sticky mud in the wake of Cait Caldwell and her new bride. In a secluded grove, she shed her rough persona in favor of uttering her unwavering love to the woman she’d only met some six months ago.
Isabelle wore her best pink chiffon and cream lace dress. It would’ve been a perfect Sunday dress for the pulpit if it weren’t for the alterations Cait ordered for it back in the last town they stopped in. She requested a lower neckline just so she could get a peek at the treasure her fiancee had. It needed pearl buttons and matching jewelry. A pretty penny to pay for the joy and loyalty her Isabelle brought to her life. After her posse’s last job in Halter County, money was the last thing she hurt for. And after their quaint ceremony in the woods, she had the one thing traveling preachers from around the States said she could never have.
A wife. The pride she would wear on her arm and her ring finger without a care for what anyone else had to think. Not even god.
-
The Sagebrush Parlor bustled with mining men and working women. Though not the fanciest establishment in the west, they eagerly welcomed in Cait and her posse with the prospect of extra coins to go around. If the house mother or the barkeep thought anything of the peculiar white linen suit she wore or the pretty Isabelle Caldwell in her lap, they kept their lips shut. She had already thrown a knife at a toothless drunkard for calling her a derogatory name. It remained wedged in the wood of the barkeep’s liquor cabinet.
Night fell on Clemmon’s as slow as the storm clouds that lingered over the plain town. While outside the blustering wind rattled the floorboards and rain battered the foggy windows, inside the Parlor was filled with nothing but warmth and boisterous laughter.
Isabelle bounced in her lap, clapping her hands with a giddy squeal as the dice Cait rolled gave her a winning number. Yet again, luck was on her side that night. The arm wrapped around her new wife tightened and she leaned in real close to let her lips brush against her ear. “How much did I win, baby? Are you keeping track?” she purred, reveling in the way she squirmed and giggled.
“Twenty… five!” She held the coins in her delicate fingers, pulling them over to their side of the worn wooden table. Evan groaned on the other end, slamming his fists down until the drinks piled around them trembled. The rest of her men pointed and laughed at him like schoolboys.
“I’m dry, goddamnit!”
“Maybe you should’a spent that money on something worthwhile. But I appreciate the wedding gift, even if I had to win it from you.” Cait uttered a noise halfway between a laugh and a cackle at his misfortune.
“Bullshit.” Evan snatched up his lukewarm beer and turned his back on the rest of them. He tried to reach for the working girl in sage green, but seeing as he had just lost his last nickel, she sashayed away to find someone worth her while. His fuming didn’t bother Cait one bit. Many times in their travels together, Evan had tried to challenge her or find ways to assert himself. And every time she left him with his tail between his legs like a kicked dog.
“Why don’t you take some of this-” Cait pushed a couple of dollar pieces to Isabelle, nuzzling her jaw. “And get us something to drink. Whatever you want, darling.” Isabelle thanked her and leaned in to steal a kiss before sliding out of her lap. Her pink skirts danced about her legs, her brand new leather shoes clicking against the wooden floor. She flounced away with a spring in her step.
A hand touched Cait’s shoulder and she tensed until Mercy addressed her with a quiet ‘boss’. She leaned back in her chair, draping her now empty arm across the back of it. The man whom she trusted the most, who had married them earlier that day, smiled at her with a gleam in his eye. “I figured you and Mrs. Caldwell wouldn’t want to be distrubed tonight. A tent hardly makes for a romantic honeymoon.” He reached into the pocket of his tweed vest and pulled out a brass key with a purple velvet ribbon. “I got you the best room in the house, on me.”
Pride swelled in Cait’s chest and she took the key between two fingers and inspected it. “You’re a good man, Mercy. Your generosity will be remembered.” She tucked the key into the breast pocket of her still pristine white linen suit coat.
Any remnants of tipsy relaxation and joy she had came crashing down within a second of catching the look on Isabelle’s face as she shuffled around drunk men to get to their table. Her downcast eyes remained planted on the wood floors, wet with tears. Her cheeks had drained of color and her dark brows knit together until a line formed between them. She carried a pint of booze in her hands, gripping the glass as if her life depended on it. Though she’d only known the woman for such a short time, she admired the way she wore her emotions on her sleeve. Especially after she got her out of that wretched position at the saloon where they met.
Clenching her jaw, Cait welcomed her back into an arm, holding her there and dropping her voice low. Her free hand steadied the glass Isabelle held. “You’re troubled. What happened?” Those doll eyes looked her in the eye. Her bottom lip stuck out. She was the only person she treated this gently. Especially when she needed to coax an answer out of her.
“He touched me.” Isabelle admitted, sliding her eyes towards a group of rowdy men sitting in the center of the room. Impossible to hear what they were saying, Cait spied a few of them jutting thumbs over at them and lips flapping. Anger flared within her. A raging heat that could freeze over hell. Isabelle took hold of her coat and tugged. “I… I think it was an accident! I think he took me as one of the Sagebrush girls-”
“I’ll fucking kill him. Which one was it?” One of her hands enveloped Isabelle’s wrist and pulled her along. The glass in her hand fell with a shatter, quieting only a handful of tables in the large Parlor. Cait bounded towards the table in question, standing over a balding man with hands still covered in a thick layer of coal dust. He looked up at her, a bushy brow raised.
“Him-” Isabelle hid behind her and pointed a man just beside him. A younger one, who would have easily been mistaken for a boy if it weren’t for the patchy mustache growing in along his jaw. He held his smirk, still chuckling at whatever joke he’d just told to his buddies. The noise in the room died down to low chatter, eyes following the encounter.
“Can I help you?” His eyes danced between the two women.
“My wife says you touched her. That right?” Cait’s voice became a low growl in the back of her throat, voice raspy. The young man’s face twisted in amusement. He snorted.
“Wife? With her all dressed up like that, I thought she looked more like a whor-”
Before he could finish, Cait dashed for a fork sitting beside the bald man’s steak dinner. In one swift motion, as quick as she could manage, she brought the utensil down with a heavy thrust. It emitted a dull thunk as it pierced through the young man’s hand and stapled him to the wood of the table. He let out a bellow, jumping out of his seat and attempting to nurse his fresh wound. Ruby blood created ribbons around the silver fork. His yowling made his voice crack and he quickly collapsed, begging for one of the other miners to help him.
Though one man attempted to pull the fork out, none of the others seemed to want to stand up against the woman in white. Cait couldn’t help the sickly grin that curled at her lip at the sight of it all. The way the man collapsed to his knees and cried for god or his mother to help him. She only got pulled back down to earth by two hands that tugged on her own.
“Caitie-” Isabelle’s voice squeaked. Swallowing thickly, Cait turned and wrapped an arm around her, guiding her towards the stairs and ultimately the bedrooms that made up the second floor.
“You don’t gotta worry about him now, sweet. Let’s get back to celebrating.”
-
Despite how terrible of a shot Mercy was with a rifle, he certainly had good taste. The room he secured for them had an en suite powder room and the nicest bathing tub Cait had ever seen in a saloon. The bed linens were purple and the bedframe a grand cherry wood color. The house mother had even taken the time to place extra candles and lamp oil on the dresser for them, assuming they would be up late into the night.
A dull haze of music and chatter crept in through the thin wooden floors. Cait sat on a low stool, her legs on either side of the tin tub and her hands slippery with rose scented soap. Isabelle sat in the steaming water, curled up so tight she barely took up one half of its length. In the privacy of their own suite, Cait took her time smoothing a rag over her tense shoulders.
“I would’ve done worse to him, you know. I hate men who think they can touch any woman they please.” Cait pushed her white sleeve up her forearm where it had fallen. She trailed the rag down Isabelle’s arm, dipping into the water to make sure she reached every inch of her skin. A mirror stood in front of them, as well as a couple of oil lamps so she could see what she was doing. Cait peered at her wife in the reflection, noticing how pale she remained.
“I hated it.” Isabelle’s weak voice wavered. Her eyes lifted from the water’s surface to meet hers in the mirror. “It was just a pat on the rear, but I haven’t been touched like that by a man like that in so long I…” Her words trailed off, lips trembling as she tried to form the words plaguing her mind.
“Shh…” Cait abandoned the rag, letting it fall limp over the edge of the tub. Her hands slid over slender shoulders, giving them a tender squeeze. She leaned in, kissing the top of Isabelle’s dark head. Eyes still locked on her image in the mirror. “That’s why I took you away from there. From that life.” The smallest of smiles appeared on her wife’s lips. Her eyes flickered back down to the finger that traced her collarbone.
“It wasn’t just because I’m pretty?” Isabelle teased softly, her legs uncurling and stretching out to the other end of the tub.
Cait chuckled. Her lips found the space where her slender jaw met her ear. She placed a chaste kiss there. Dark hair tickled her nose. “That’s a bonus. You were miserable there. You deserved better. And now you’re mine.” Her fingers found the warm water, pausing just above Isabell’s breasts that remained below its surface. The woman shuddered under her touch. “You do know that, hm?”
“Yes. I do.” Isabelle’s wet hand slid over hers, holding it. Color began to bloom in her cheeks as they eyed each other in their reflection. Cait could still hear an ounce of uncertainty in her silky voice.
“I mean it. Everything. All of you.” She squeezed her hand, letting her arm dip below the water to graze past her breast. A soft gasp caught in Isabelle’s throat. “I ain’t ever gonna let someone touch you like that. Touch what’s mine.” Cait cupped her impossibly smooth breast, thumbing over the soft brown bud tightening at the end. Another gasp and this time a full sigh of pleasure. Dark lashes fluttered and Isabelle laid her head back against her shoulder.
“Cait.” Her name dripped melted butter on cinnamon toast. Pleading for her for more. Begging for the evidence of her possession over her.
“Let me show you, baby.” The hand at her breast pressed into her flesh with a rough squeeze until it dimpled between her fingers. Cait kept her wife’s head from going slack, using a hand to firmly grasp her jaw to keep her looking straight at the mirror. “Look at yourself. I want you to see what me touching you does.” She smirked against her jaw, moving down until she was on her knees behind the back of the tub and her lips met her neck.
Isabelle’s heartbeat fluttered against Cait’s lips. God how she wished she could sink her teeth and be a mosquito drunk on her honey blood. Rough fingertips slid down the length of her abdomen. A soft mewl joined the agitated waters as her wife rolled into her touch. She watched her through her lashes as she pinched the sensitive skin of her neck between her front teeth and sucked. Isabelle’s cry vibrated in her throat.
“So needy.” Cait hummed against the crook of her shoulder after leaving a nice pink mark below her jaw. “See how your body is just begging for me to touch you?” Isabelle nodded between pants, one of her hands reaching back to caress the side of Cait’s face. The fingers tracing her stomach reached the thick dark hairs between her thighs, dipping further down until they brushed against that sweet spot just below. Water sloshed, bit spilling out as Isabelle jerked and groaned. Her head fell back against Cait’s shoulders, face twisted as if it pained her to be teased. Cait retracted her fingers with a dark chuckle.
“Get outta that tub and let me see you.”
All at once, Cait retreated from the side of the tub and worked her way back until her backside found the edge of the dresser while her wife rose from the tub. She worked her nicest pair of boots off without looking. Her eyes were far too busy greedily taking in the sight before her. Generous curves dripping with sudsy water. Dimpled skin on thick thighs and dark curls that fell about her shoulders and the curve of her back with the removal of a single comb. Isabelle matched her gaze in the mirror, her brilliant smile returning. Just as shy as the first time they met.
Cait threw her shoes to the side with reckless abandon. Uncaring if they scuffed the floors or nicked the porcelain flower vase standing beside a window. Hell, they could’ve crashed through the glass and into the mud in the alley beside the Parlor for all she cared.
“You got blood on you.” Isabelle pouted, making her way over with a towel wrapped around herself. She made her way up to Cait, touching the collar of her shirt and one of the lapels. Lo and behold a few small blood droplets had splattered her prized suit.
“If the asshole’s still down there, I’ll make him pay for that too.” Cait smirked. Her hands unfurled the towel impatiently, patting her wife down and using it to pull her in closer. Isabelle fit perfectly between her legs, reminding her of their first time. “God damnit, woman-” she laughed lowly. “You’re fucking pretty.” The towel fell at their feet, never to be thought of again for as long as they occupied their slice of heaven.
Cait kissed Isabelle with the passion of a drowning man looking for breath. Her lips pressed and guided, memorizing her taste. She still had the taste of the sweet wine they shared at their ‘reception’ downstairs. Her hands held fast to her face, keeping her there so she could explore. Though her eyes were closed so she could feel every sensation, she smiled as delicate fingers worked the ties and buttons of her linen. Isabelle sighed against her mouth, the skin of her cheeks fever hot against Cait’s hands.
Those fingers found her bare skin quick. She only released her wife’s face momentarily to let her pull the suit coat off of her. A few buttons of her dress shirt beneath it had already been unbuttoned, exposing her sternum and collarbone. The ends were untucked hours before when they first arrived at the Parlor.
Isabelle gasped as their kiss broke. Cait found herself having to catch her breath. Her lips tingled at the memory of her wife’s lips. Smiling at her, the woman she adored began to work the belt of her trousers. “Do you want me to do that thing you liked last time?”
“No, not right now.” As much as Cait loved sitting on her face, she wanted to continue forward with her goal. She studied Isabelle’s face. All of its soft lines and smooth features. “Do you trust me?” It wasn’t a surprise that she nodded, her eyes twinkling at the prospect of what Cait had in mind. A devilish smile curled on her lip. This would be fun. “My my, what a good girl.”
Taking the lead, Cait pushed the two of them away from the dresser and guided Isabelle with her hands exploring the soft curve of her waist. She lifted her onto the tall bed and her giggles lit up her world. The bed frame creaked under their weight as Cait scrambled to join her. In an instant, she had her pinned beneath her, letting her undo the rest of the buttons on her shirt and trousers. Their mouths fought to prove their affections for one another
Free of her dress shirt, Cait hummed against her wife’s lips and pulled away to hold herself over her on both hands. Just to admire the flush of her cheeks and the way she looked surrounded by royal purple. “Gimme your hands-” Pride tickled her as Isabelle offered her hands to her. Using the sleeves of her shirt, Cait looped them around her wrists - just tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to wiggle free, but not quite tight enough to harm her. She crawled over her, using the other end of the shirt to weave through the slats of the bed frame.
“This is new,” Isabelle mused, her head tilted back to watch her handiwork. Cait’s gaze dipped down to the pink splotch on her neck. The mark she left to tell anyone who looked at her wife that she was hers.
“I don’t want you touching yourself.-” She gave the shirt a good yank. A seam tore somewhere, though the blood had already done its number on her wedding attire. A tear would only add character. “Or touching me.” Cait took her time pulling off the rest of her outfit and throwing it aside, staring down at Isabelle who watched her with eyes so filled with adoration that in that moment she thought she could feel what gods did when they were worshiped. Her hands roamed the space of silky skin along her wife’s abdomen. “I want you to lie here and let me explore every… inch…”
Isabelle whimpered, rosy lips parted. Almost good enough to bite. But Cait was going to take her time with her and enjoy her wife’s body to its fullest.
Warm skin slid against warm skin. Their bodies pressed together as a perfect pair. A low noise escaped Cait as dipped her head down to bite down on Isabelle's shoulder. The noise she earned sent a shiver down her spine. Her toes curled. The headboard creaked as the hands bound to them struggled against them.
"Relax, sweet." Cait pressed her fingers into the supple flesh of her chest. Her lips fluttered against the crescent shape mark she left along her collarbone. "Let me show you who you belong to." Her tongue followed the length of Isabelle's shoulder until it met her neck. The body beneath her shuddered and arched, unable to go anywhere. She tasted sweet and clean. Absolutely delectable and all hers. Cait sank her teeth into her neck again, this time hard enough that there would be a mark there for at least the next few days. Shrill cries drowned out her messy suckling and she pulled away only after she got her fill of Isabelle's noises.
Cait admired her work. The spot was larger than the first, a screaming cherry red color. If she were any other woman, she probably would have worried about breaking skin. But she wasn't like other women. She likened herself to a creature that sought its frail prey and wrapped itself around it to suffocate it with its possession.
Teeth and hands continued their barrage of biting and exploration. Cait wouldn't be satisfied until her marks dotted Isabelle's delicate skin. All the while her mewls and sighs grew louder. Legs on either side of her hips squeezed, begging for attention further south.
"Patience is a virtue, darling. I'm not done with you yet." Isabelle's fevered eyes watched her, her dark brows coming together. Cait smiled wickedly against her breast before taking the puckered bud into her mouth. She wet it with her tongue and had to keep her hands planted on her wife's hips to keep her from squirming too much.
Downstairs, the rowdy music picked up. Even then, Isabelle couldn't be drowned out. Her whines became a siren's call to Cait.
Obliging her suffering moans, she abandoned her breasts in favor of trailing a line of kisses down her stomach. Isabelle's abdomen caved in with each shaving breath and her eyes finally screwed shut. Probably in relief that she was about to have what she craved.
Cait laid herself out before her wife, cuddled between her legs and face to face with the familiar shape of her sex.
"You're practically dripping," she chuckled, pressing a kiss against the pouch of skin above Isabelle's mound. "You tease me so… you're cruel."
"I'm just." Cait quirked a brow, pushing her inner thighs apart so she could get the view most men would pay hundreds to see. "I'll make it worth your while. I never go back on a promise."
Isabelle was forced to wait another long minute. Cait nipped and traveled the curve of her thighs with her tongue. Her scent filled her senses. She could get drunk off it alone. Even as her wife pleaded with her with quivering words, she didn't give in so easily.
At long last, Cait trailed her thumb along the slick, flushed junction between her thighs, laughing as she bucked her hips. Leaning in, she took her first taste with a deep kiss to her sweet spot. Isabelle's shrill moan rattled the heavens. The room around them began to melt away until it was just the two of them floating on a purple cloud.
Cait drank up her taste and spelled her own name with the tip of her tongue. Each letter had her wife pulling against the bed frame. Warm thighs pressed around her head, encouraging her - begging her- to give her more. She closed her eyes and greedily devoured her.
Nails left red trails against her skin. Lips expertly navigated Isabelle's needy center. Cait played her like a fiddle, knowing exactly where and how to flick her tongue to get the best wails out of her. She craved this kind of control. Her eyes flashed open to watch her wife's face contort with pleasure.
Higher and higher she sent Isabelle soaring. High enough to be burned by the hot Texas sun. Cait carried her further until her body went stiff and her name died on her lips. Isabelle reached her peak and the pride of knowing she was the reason for it tickled her belly.
"Mine." Cait panted against her thigh, finally catching her breath as her wife rode her waves of pleasure. "All mine."
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