[augustinewrites]

augustine | twenty-five | she/her | rules/byi

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[augustinewrites]

Who's your favorite Pokémon??

i am a luxray girl through and through....sinnoh pokemon in general have a special place in my heart (all the starters, the evo lines for starly, buizel, and riolu, glaceon) THE LIST GOES ON

honourable mention to dragapult tho i love that little ghost dragon so much

who is your fave!!

[augustinewrites]

have fallen down the pokémon card collecting rabbit hole and cannot escape

[heyvamin]

when life gives you lemons squeeze them in a mans eye

[neviut]

[augustinewrites]

avs please do not stress me out like this 🥹

[augustinewrites]

as soon as satoru comes home, you can tell that something’s troubling him.

he greets the three of you quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and telling you to start dinner without him.

when he turns away, you quickly catch his hand. “you haven’t eaten since lunch. just have a little—”

“i’m not hungry,” he excuses quickly, offering you a weak smile. “i’m just going to lie down for a bit.”

he gently pulls his hand from your grasp, heading toward the bedroom without another word.

“something’s wrong with him,” tsumiki murmurs, picking up her chopsticks as you and megumi watch him go.

“he’s just tired,” you assure her. “he’ll be okay.”

you hope they don’t notice the worry behind your easy expression. you know that satoru is strong and that he’s powerful beyond measure, but strength means nothing when you give someone a piece of your heart. the worry just never goes away.

he doesn’t get out of bed for the rest of the evening, and you don’t make him. after dinner’s been cleaned up and the kids are winding down for bed, you tiptoe into the bedroom to check on him.

the lights are off and the curtain is drawn, with satoru’s uniform dropped carelessly onto the floor. you quietly shut the door behind you, and once your eyes adjust to the dark, you see him laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“hey,” you whisper, laying next to him. you scoot closer, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and gently slotting yourself against him. “what’s going on?”

his answer comes quietly, so soft you almost miss it. “some stuff came up when i was talking to yaga today. about…suguru.”

you want him to say more, to elaborate, but the far away look in his eyes tells you that now’s not the time. it also tells you that there’s nothing you can say, because words don’t mean much when you miss someone.

so the two of you lay in silence. a comfortable one, where the need to talk just to fill space isn’t necessary when you’re close to someone.

“i was supposed to take tsumiki out to buy a gift for her friend,” he sighs lolling his head to the side to look at you. “but i…i just need a day.”

“it’s okay,” you nod, tracing mindless patterns across his chest. “i’ll take her.”

“thank you,” he murmurs, taking your hand and placing a kiss on each of your knuckles.

“don’t thank me yet,” you say, tapping the tip of his nose. “because that means you’re staying home with a moody preteen.”

_____

“mom says i’m not supposed to bother you.”

satoru peels one eye open to see megumi leaning over him, a blank look on the kid’s face.

“so what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing,” he grunts, sliding his sunglasses over his eyes to resume his wallowing. “go do your homework or something.”

megumi, naturally, doesn’t listen. instead, he grabs satoru’s ankles, shoving them off the couch so he can sit.

“hey!” he protests, sitting up. “what gives?”

“tsumiki says it’s good to talk about things,” he says matter-of-factly.

satoru shakes his head, blowing out a harsh breath. “not now, alright? i don’t want to talk about it.”

megumi looks over at him with an inquisitive expression, tapping his fingertips against the arm of the couch before tentatively saying,

“mom said you lost someone.”

sometimes he forgets that you and megumi talk.

“kind of,” he answers vaguely.

“did your friend die?”

sometimes he thinks suguru might as well have. “no, he didn’t. he left and…i guess he just doesn’t want to be found.”

megumi leans back into the couch with a sigh. “my dad is like that. he left a long time ago, and i guess he doesn’t want to be found either.”

there’s a lump in satoru’s throat, guilt weighing heavy on his shoulders. he can’t have this conversation. not now, not without tsumiki, and especially not without you.

he clears his throat, leaning forward to ruffle the kid’s hair. “well, i’m here.”

megumi swats at his hand, wrinkling his nose as he tries to fix the mess on his head. “yeah, i know.”

then, in a move that seems to take both of them by surprise, megumi closes the distance between them and wraps him in a hug.

satoru definitely does not tear up.

[augustinewrites]

diluc’s infatuation with you begins at the angel’s share.

it’s the last day of the work week, shopkeepers and knights and civilians alike gathered at the tavern to unwind and socialize. diluc knows everyone here by name, whether it’s through his winery business or his under-the-table reports.

he responds to kaeya’s greeting with a grunt and a jerk of his head towards a table at the far side of the tavern. he’s soon joined by eula, and diluc sends charles over with a couple of bottles of wine, noting them on his brother’s tab.

all his regulars are now accounted for, the evening rush dying down as everyone nurses their drinks. he’s about to head into the back office to escape the din of the bar when the bell above the entrance draws his attention.

diluc’s not naive. he knows attraction. knows he instantly feels it for you and perhaps something a little more complicated the moment you step into the tavern’s haze of cigar smoke and lantern lights and meet his gaze. but just as you open your mouth, already curved into a smile, kaeya calls you over.

you smile a little apologetically, your gaze dipping to the floor before you walk over.

“you heading into the back, boss?” charles asks, drawing diluc out of whatever stupor had overtaken him. “everyone’s settled. we should be alright now.”

kaeya has an arm around your shoulders, whispering something in your ear that makes you roll your eyes and shove his chest playfully.

“I’ll help out for a bit longer,” diluc says before he can stop himself.

he stays longer than he intends to. pours liquor and mixes drinks and wipes down the bar top. he works until the night winds down and people are beginning to trickle out, warm and laughing and stumbling out into the night.

he stays to do...what, exactly?

eula leaves first, and kaeya’s doing what he does best; holding your attention hostage with cheap party tricks. he flips a coin between his fingers with a flourish, smiling slyly as he presses it into your palm, and in the same motion turns your hand over to press a kiss to your knuckles.

jealousy dampens the warm feeling in diluc’s stomach as he polishes the highball glass a third time. he looks away before he can see your reaction, the inevitable swooning that means you’ll become another one of his brother’s paramors. he turns to put the glass on the shelf behind him, and when he glances back he sees that your seat is empty.

he looks around the tavern before fixating back on the empty seat.

“i think she went outside,” venti says from his spot at the end of the bar.

he fights valiantly to keep his expression blank as he asks, “who?”

“oh, master diluc,” the bard sighs. “cluelessness really doesn’t suit you.”

diluc grits his teeth, slightly miffed. “well–"

but the bard’s not done. “aaand i’m a lot smarter than i look, you know?”

“good for you.”

then the bard leans in, mischievous. “so you should trust me when i say you should go out there, before you miss your chance.”

diluc glares at him, more defensive than anything. he hates losing control of himself like this, hates letting other people read him so easily.

“you’re cut off.” he snaps at the bard. then, “lock up for me, charles.” he walks out as he hears the bartender announce last call.

for the second time tonight, diluc makes a decision. he walks around the bar, across the floor, and out the door.

to do what, exactly, he’s not really sure. but his stride slows when he sees you standing outside. you’re rubbing your arms, and diluc is suddenly sliding his coat off and speaking his first word to you.

“here,” he says.

you look shocked. “oh, i couldn’t ask you to.”

diluc sighs, stepping forward and fixing it over your shoulders. “i insist.”

archons, your smile is beautiful.

his thoughts are embarrassing, he’s embarrassing, and though he hadn’t spoken it out loud, his cheeks flush and he turns away as you give him your thanks.

“good night, miss…”

you tell him your name and he repeats it, savouring the way it rolls off his tongue and already committing tomorrow’s activities to finding out everything he can about you.

you hug the jacket around you frame. “and to who am i returning this lovely coat tomorrow?”

“oh.” he just now realizes that you must. “if you return it to captain alberich, he can–”

“i could do that,” you hum. “but i’d much rather see you again.”

his heart is pounding. he’s not used to people being so– so forward. though he agrees that he’d much rather see you than kaeya, he’s afraid that the ineloquent man standing before you won’t live up to the power and prestige of his name.

anyone who saw diluc ragnvindr assumed that he was quite put together. his hair held back neatly, shirts always pressed, boots always shined. he was known for his punctuality and meticulous records of the winery’s day-to-day activity.

the truth was that yes, on the outside diluc was together. but if you looked a little deeper, past the layers of his well-maintained exterior, you would see the shattered pieces of who he was meant to be, drenched in the colours of bloodshed.

but whatever hold you have on him still has him in its clutches, and he tells you anyway. he’s gone the moment you reach out and shake his hand, the cool of your palm soothing against the heat of his. for a moment he’s who he used to be, full of hope and wonder and– and love.

“it’s very nice to meet you, diluc.”

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

“Mother’s day for many is hard. this post is dedicated to those who see the cards come out and feel sick. some mothers leave, some abuse, some neglect, some have passed away. whatever the case may be, it can be trying. i hope you get through the day feeling as good as possible. just another day in the year. remember you are not obligated to love someone who hurts you even if it's a parent. for those who have good mothers, i hope you have the best day with them.”

[mydiluc]

Having sex with Diluc Ragnvindr a few days before his 18th birthday, the boy you’ve loved for the years of your childhood, now grown into a man. Losing your virginities to each other as his gift, all nervous but fervid touches and gasping between kisses while he rocks into you.

The days that follow are nightmarish blur. What was a celebration of the one you love, has turned into something you could only stand by and watch in abject horror as Diluc loses everything around him.

But not you, never you.

And still, he leaves. He can barely look you in the eye when you take his hand with a sob, and tell him to be careful and you will miss him. That you love him.

You know not to write him, it’s much too dangerous. You believe that he will return to you, and Diluc looks up at the pale moon each night — whether through blood soaked lashes after a fight or above the snow capped mountainside and thinks of you.

Those 4 years pass by slowly and then all at once, your little house nestled in outer skirts of Springvale where you sit outside on a blanket and look at the shapes in the clouds that pass by overhead. You still thought of Diluc, who you no longer knew if he was alive or dead, but it was hard not to be reminded of him in your daily life.

So when you’re standing outside and hanging your freshly washed laundry on the line, laughing at the way the wind blows your bedsheets every which way — you then find yourself startled at the shadow cast behind them, but you cannot look away.

A breeze flutters softer then, lifting the sheets away like a curtain to reveal Diluc Ragnvindr standing in front of your house.

Your fingers grasp at your skirts, blinking rapidly in confusion, you’d thought you had stopped hallucinating him a long time ago. He steps forward, you gasp at the crunch his boots make in the dirt, he says your name. Your body shakes as your hand comes up to your mouth, a sob behind it when he reaches for you and the boy you fell in love with is here, taller and broader and covered in scars and hair wild when he touches your face.

He exhales an apology, searching your face with pain in his eyes, your heart aches in your chest as you cup his face in return. Your knees wobble and he catches you when you collapse in his arms, crumbling to the ground while holding onto his jacket.

It’s all short lived then, his forehead coming to rest against yours, when you hear a small voice coming from your doorway. A tiny hand grasping a toy, a head of red hair swept to the side with a clip, and a small heart that has kept your own beating since the day you found out she was in your belly.

“Mama, who that?” she says curiously. Chubby, bare feet padding through grass and coming to tug on your arm. Diluc stares for a long time as she tilts her head at him and grins, sunsettia juice on her chin,

“He’s got the same hair as me!”

[mydiluc]

shello gray!! 🐚

for your ask game! could i pls have phainon + stubborn love hehe

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

modern au, comedy, meet ugly, annoyances to lovers

summary: Phainon meets you on a bad day, you’re upset because your blind date stood you up and now your shoe heel is stuck in a gutter! A handsome stranger offers to help you but his charm only irritates you further. It certainly doesn’t help when you find out he was your blind date. Why was he late and why is he still holding your shoe?

[mydiluc]

🌊🐚🩵 Wriothesley x fem mermaid! reader

in which wriothesley knows when he’s hopelessly lost to your charms

warnings: fluff, essentially non sexual nudity, pining ~ HAPPY MERMAY! MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

After you've come to know the man that is Wriothesley, the Duke of…whatever a “Fortress of Meropide” is, a little more after he saw you swimming around a window one evening while making the rounds, to now meeting him in a small cove near the shore close to the Fortress on occasion. He has come to the conclusion he is incredibly enchanted by you. One summer day with his pants rolled up to his knees and his legs placed in the soft lapping waves, he allows you to bring him under water with you.

You must kiss him of course, after he shucks his heavy coast and vest and tie from his form — cupping his cheeks with an enthusiastic little smile to bring your salty, water chilled lips to his for a fleeting moment that makes his chest warm and his fingers twitch. Wriothesley might have forgotten about the fact that as a Fontanian he can already breathe underwater, and he does wish the kiss had lasted longer — but he's now fully submerged under the water and he can truly see you. All of you.

Only, he seems to have never noticed the fact that besides your tail, you're completely bare. Beneath the glimmering sunlight filtering through the softly rippling waves, your hair floating elegantly around you barely conceals your breasts. Wriothesleys bright blue eyes dart away from the curves of your body and he looks to the side, suddenly finding a collection of beryl conches to glance at only for your face to pop up in front of him with a curious tilt of your head.

He clears his throat, arms and legs moving to keep him in place under the water as he turns his head the other way and you do the same thing, following his gaze and tilting your head at him with laughter as if you believe he's playing a game with you. He can't fight the smile on his face as you continue to swim around and twirl yourself around his legs and torso, swishing your iridescent tail gracefully through the water.

He ends up swimming with you for awhile, allowing your hand to tug him towards pretty shells and hiding behind him when you get close to the Fortress and you hear the metal groan as he chuckles while ensuring you it’s no beast. He hoists himself back out of the water later on, laying on the sun warmed rocks with exhaustion. You pull yourself from the ocean to rest beside him too, enjoying the sunshine while you pull all of your hair to the side to wring out the water as Wriothesley's gaze fleetingly lowers to your breasts that wobble from your movements, droplets of water falling from the slopes of your nipples. He tries not to groan from where his thoughts want to go, and runs a hand his across face, hearing you hmph! under your breath when he does.

"Is there something wrong with me, Wriothesley?"

The Duke glances over at you quickly, making sure he casts his eyes directly to your face and sees you pouting, awfully exaggerated and childlike. It's adorable how your cheeks puff out too.

"Am I…ugly?" you question with a sniffle, making Wriothesleys eyes widen. You shift on the wide rock where you both are perched, scooting yourself closer to the brawny man who has caught your attention just as much as you've caught his.

"Not at all, it's just...ah," Wriothesley rubs the back of his neck, the man can be a brute as some might think, rough and can fight just about anyone or anything with bloodied knuckles and a smirk on his face but he does...attempt to be a gentleman. That includes not gawking at a mermaid mademoiselle who is half naked according to his own human nature.

And ugly? Definitely not.

"You're beautiful." he breathes.

Then, Wriothesley feels you against his side. Your arms are pushing your bare breasts together and against his bicep, the soft, bouncy flesh squished by the rough and soaked material of his shirt as you peer at him intently with a pleased smile. Curiously, you touch the scar under his eye — and when he leans back in a moment of surprise at your closeness, he falls right back into the water.

The man who commands an entire population of people in the underworld, floundering in the presence of a pretty mermaid.

You're strong, incredibly so when you're able to pull Wriothesley back onto the rocks again, this time hovering over him with the sunshine acting as a halo over your head. You reach up to move the wet tendrils of hair from his forehead, your fingers delicate against his skin. You're nearly laying on top of him in this position, bare chest against his, with your long and luminous tail happily splashing along the glittering waters.

"You're being awfully strange today." you giggle when you rest your chin atop your folded hands that lay on his chest, easily becoming lost in the bright sapphire oceans that are his eyes.

Wriothesley accepts his fate, yielding himself to you and your bewitching smile. He knows when he's lost to an opponent, and here he feels like he's won too — with you in his arms.

He copies what your fingers did and places a lock of your hair behind your ear, watching fondness shine in your gaze, laughing softly as you lean into his touch.

♡ this is a slight rewrite & repost from my old blog! reblogs and comments very appreciated

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