His own breath ragged, Ambrosius leaned in again, just close enough for his lips to graze against Ballister's.
“Let me take care of you.”
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Ballister loses track of the time and gets caught in the rain. Ambrosius rises to the occasion.
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Ballister Blackheart | Ballister Boldheart/Ambrosius Goldenloin
Chapters: 1/1
Chapter Word Count: ~5k
Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Pre-Canon, Service Top Ambrosius, Ballister Acts Like a Sad Wet Cat, Explicit Sexual Content
Inspired by @sefarlen's art here (NSFW), and a very happy Valentine's Day to you as well 😉😉😉 haha what do you mean it's apri
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Closing the door behind him with a soft click, Ambrosius slipped off his running shoes before stepping inside the apartment. His heart still raced with exertion as he pulled down the hood of his rain-slicked jacket, sweat cooling on the back of his neck and face. The rain had brought down the temperature to a crisp, sublime briskness, and it had been perfect for his evening run (even if his hair could do without the humidity).
Hanging his jacket on the coat rack, chin bobbing to the beat of his music, his eyes passed over the row of shoes, lingering on the leftmost shelf. He paused. The black boots that usually occupied the space were still absent, the same as they were when Ambrosius had first gotten home.
It wasn’t often Ambrosius beat Ballister back at the end of the day, with Ballister usually having long since buried himself in his academy reports. Even rarer for Ambrosius to finish his run and still see that shelf empty. Perhaps he’d gotten carried away with his research project in the archives. Still, why not give Ambrosius a heads-up?
Ambrosius pushed down his growing anxiety. It’s not as if Ballister has never been this late coming home before, especially with their development reports due soon. Ambrosius would just need to call, that was all. Nothing to worry about.
But first, Ambrosius desperately needed a drink. Bending down to open the refrigerator, he retrieved his water bottle and took a slow sip, eyes surveying the inside of the fridge. His fingers tapped to the beat of his music against the fridge door. They haven’t already eaten through all of those strawberries, have they …?
Through his earbuds, he heard a muffled thud behind him. He glanced over just in time to see Ballister shuffle into the main room, his gait sluggish as he dragged his hand down his face. He didn’t seem to notice Ambrosius as he let out a tired sigh, running his hand through his hair.
Ambrosius straightened, letting the fridge door close, and Ballister’s eyes snapped upwards. When their gazes met, Ballister faltered. For a fleeting moment, Ambrosius could see him attempt to mask the fatigue in his eyes, but Ambrosius’ concern must have been obvious as he quickly gave up the charade. He raised a hand, a weary smile tugging his lips. “Sorry I didn’t call.”
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Is there anything that lime is bad at? (Other than emotional vulnerability)
i have been contemplating this for many a year....YES but i haven't decided what it is yet. i want to be something insanely mundane where someone in school asks him "Hey can you do [thing]/We're gonna do [thing], wanna join us??" and lime spends the entire day making excuses or otherwise avoiding it to an insane level.
meanwhile his inner monologue being like "All this time I've been able to hide it...I can't slip up now....the fact that I can't do [thing] for the life of me..."
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Another inane post about food, but I keep thinking about how I always find myself surprised by how few people in my life/social circle are actually vegetarian, and I'm not sure why I do this? I grew up a vegetarian in a non-vegetarian household and everyone around me acted like it was really weird (and, in the case of some family members, tried to sneak meat into things I ate but that's another story), so I don't know why I would assume that it's something more people around me share, but I pretty consistently do?
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I don't know what's happened but today I've apparently decided that instead of 'putting up with' the frozen veg, and food I don't enjoy but am OK eating I'm just gonna.....
See if I have the time to cook myself something nicer? Like, I'll take the fish fingers, but maybe I'll just learn how to make the honey roasted vegs I love from whenever my dad does a roast, or like there was the consideration of making some properly seasoned white/cheese sauce to go with some pasta that my step-mum taught me to do (I went against that because I don't think everyone eating enjoys the white/cheese sauce and it'd feel mean at that point)
Is this.... Adulting? Or at least like... Enjoying foods with the capability of also being able to make them????
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