Neither raisins nor craisins can be spelled without “sins” this implies that during the drying process something unholy happens that is considered sinful
🧡 for whichever pairing you'd like to write! (I'm sorry I don't know them super well yet)
Haha I totally get it! I'm super anxious, so I don't typically go out of my little bubble to tell people about my OCs heheh 😅
So I appreciate the ask!
Also please ignore the fact that it took me literal months to finish this 🤡💀
Writing shenanigans under the cut:
Pairing: Craig and Jadyn
Prompt: kissing in bed / lazy kiss / cuddling
Jadyn brushed Craig’s cheekbone with the back of his knuckles. He'd never realized Craig had freckles before. And yet, there they were like flecks of amber dotting his cheeks and nose. He wondered why he kept them hidden most of the time, could it have been that they made him look boyish? They did make him look boyish, Jadyn mused. The thought rolled around lazily like a marble in his head. With his thumb, he smoothed over his jaw. It wasn't a bad thing. Craig's freckles gave him a youthful glow that his dark eyes would have otherwise betrayed. Jadyn only wished he saw him more this way.
Craig stretched with a tired sigh and pawed at the night stand for a glass of water. Jadyn helped him to locate it and get it to his lips. When he had had his fill Craig resumed his place back on the pillows, peeking up at his partner with one glazed eye.
Jadyn's arms sank into the mattress around the smaller man as he kept himself propped up for an optimal view. It didn't take long for his fingers to find themselves tangled in ochre ringlets or softly brushing curls from Craig's face. He couldn't help himself, it was like honey poured out on the pillows and spiraling into golden pools. Even his lashes seemed to have that luster to them.
“You slept well, I take it?” Craig muttered. A smile crept onto his face, still weary from the eventful night. His arm, likewise, crept. It reached just behind Jadyn’s ear and pulled him close enough that he could feel his breath. Their lips had hardly brushed, but to Jadyn it was like all the gold in his lover's body, every freckle, every hair, every tired look, every morning ray had entered his body, passed his teeth, and filled his lungs with something too divine to hold. Then, clinging to Craig's chest, he felt it prickle in his cheeks as he watched his idol sleep in just a little longer…
Wanted to do a nice cute thing with Craisins (AU ship name for Cayde/ Wren/Andal) but instead I got some prompts for angst. I'll probably do one for each of the three. TW for death and alcoholism
Craisins Angst Prompt (Cayde’s Death)
Andal was waiting when Wren’s ship touched down in the hangar. Word had already reached the Tower of Cayde’s death but it still didn’t feel real to her. Even as waves of Guardians and mechanics swarmed her ship, everything passed in a fog.
She hadn’t moved since leaving the Prison and now sat stock still in the cockpit of her ship, joints and muscles aching. Andal called out to her but she could hardly hear him over the roar of other people. He helped her down from the wing of the ship, her knees almost giving out on her.
“What happened?” he asked, dark eyes scanning her face, brow knitting at the sight of fresh scars on her cheeks.
“Cayde… he didn’t…” Wren choked on her words and Andal practically pulled her through the crowd. “Wait, he’s still—”
They turned the corner into a quieter hallway, where they could be alone. He gripped her shoulders, practically pinning her to the wall. Whisps of soft dark hair falling free from his hair tie and his eyes met hers, intense and teary.
“Tell me everything,” he insisted.
“He got away from me. I mean, we were separated and when I found him he was…” A stabbing pain in Wren’s chest caught her voice in her throat. Traveler, he was gone. He was dead.
She shook all over, finding it hard to look him in the eye. Afterall, he and Cayde had been together far longer than she’d even been in the picture.
He cursed and paced, running his hands through his hair and clutching the back of his head. For the most part, she couldn’t hear what he said but what she caught was like knives in her gut.
“I should have gone,” he muttered. “I should have been there. None of this…”
Wren’s hands balled into fists and hot tears streamed down her face. He wasn’t saying anything she hadn’t already thought of. Dread had filled her the whole way back, partially for Cayde’s death, which played on repeat, but also because she knew Andal wouldn’t take it well.
Even as he paced and swore and his anger seemed to grow, she wished he would hold her. Let her cry. Give her someone to go to, but she also felt guilt from wishing she could hold Cayde one last time. She wanted to bury her face in his chest and hear him offer soothing words and stupid jokes.
Anger rose in her. Why was Andal acting like he was the only one in pain?
“What do you want from me?” she snapped and he stopped dead, whipping to look at her with tears and rage in his eyes. “You want me to say that you’re right? I should have been there sooner. I should have saved him!”
He stormed toward her, stopping just shy of her face. “I just wish you—” he clenched his jaw as a tear broke free and disappeared into the scruff of his jaw.
“You wish it was me and not him,” Wren hissed. “Go ahead and say it. We both know you want to.”
Shock mixed with anger in his eyes but Wren didn’t stick around to get a reply from him. She ducked away and ran. Far from Andal. Far from the Tower. From the memory of Cayde and the despair that slowly ate at the back of her mind. She ran. And then she drank.
At every bar that would let her in, she spent handfuls of glimmer on anything strong enough to make her numb. Within a few hours, she no longer knew where she was. She danced under bright lights but could hardly keep her eyes open. The swaying was like a hypnotic trance; one where nothing could touch her. Nothing was real.
It wasn’t until dawn that she woke, head pounding, mouth dry. Skyscrapers shifted and spun overhead and Wren felt vomit threatening her to close her eyes.
“Wren?”
She peered out from under heavy lids at the sound of fast approaching boots and a worried voice. Andal? A groan escaped her and she choked on a sob. He dropped to her side and helped her sit up, holding her close.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he demanded, pushing damp hair away from her face. “I’ve been looking for you all night.”
She was in a gutter again. Like when Beorn died. Exactly what she promised Cayde she wouldn’t do. Tears stung her raw throat but she still let herself sob into Andal’s shoulder.
“It should have been me,” she cried but Andal didn’t reply. He sat there in the gutter with her, his pants soaking up stagnant rain water until Wren had cried herself out.
He helped her to stand and the two of them slowly made their way back to the apartment the three of them had shared. In silence they stripped off their filthy clothes, Wren’s head pounding with every move, and together they sank into a hot bath.
Andal sat behind her, washing her hair and scrubbing the grime from her skin. Wren cried silently. How could he be so tender to her when his loss was so great? He must have been in pain. She knew he was and yet, guilt gnawed at her. He’d been worried about her too. All she’d done was stack suffering on him because she was being reckless. It wasn’t fair.
“Wren…” he said after some time. “I never… I don’t wish it was you. I wish it was me. I know Cayde could go on without me with that stupid fucking smile but…”
Wren looked over her shoulder. Dark circles under Andal’s eyes showed his exhaustion. She touched his cheek and he looked into her eyes.
“I don’t know how to go on without him,” she admitted.
He nodded slowly, drawing a thumb over the fresh scars on her cheeks. “What are these from?”
She paused, wondering how much she should say. “I tried to pick him up. To bring him home but there was too much damage. I couldn't save him.”
“These came from him?”
“Yes. They’re all I have now.”
Andal didn’t reply. Wren leaned back against him and there they stayed, silent and still, as the water grew cold.
