#//Marriage definitely isn’t in his plans; tho he’s willing if his partner is; but raising a family DEFFO is more what he wants

[dutybcrne]

Kaeya doesn’t intend to ever get married. Due to him being Khaenri’ahn, if it’s not having to keep that fact from them ( especially with how devout the Mondstadters are to Barbatos ), it’s the fact that he fears what would happen to them and any children they may have, should Celestia become aware of them. He can’t trust it won’t end terribly for them, and will always be left fearing they’ll be used against him or hurt bc of him.

[hol-whore]

erina x fem!reader – poetry, ch. 3: song

Jonathan and Robert pay a small visit; you and Erina forget to do laundry. 

notes: NSFW!! not till halfway through tho dshfsdhj, unofficial marriage, rot-your-teeth sweet, full of jonawagon and tender lesbian romance, as always link is to AO3

You end up staying in her bed every night that week, falling asleep to her kisses on your shoulders and her hands scratching your back gently, and waking her up with kisses to get her day started.

Though the two of you swear to try and keep your romance lowkey, subtlety isn't necessarily Erina’s strong suit; nor is it yours. You can't help but steal kisses when you pass each other in the hallway, or when you meet to read together outside. Within two weeks the whole house is already aware, and if any of the other maids have a problem with it they at least have the decency to keep it to themselves. 

You still carry out your maidly duties, of course, but you’re never alone. Erina makes a point to help where she can. She sees you as equals more so than she did before, and intends to treat you as such. 

Erina wakes you up this time; not completely uncommon, but enough for you to be amused. Her arms hold you tight from behind, thumbing the fabric of your nightgown and nuzzling her face into your shoulder blade. She laughs a bit when you stir and lay your hands over hers, and her lips graze the nape of your neck.

“My loooove…” she mutters, her voice groggy and sweet, “We need to get up, dear, the sun is up. We have guests today.”

Guests? You hadn't marked today as having visitors, as far as you could remember.

“Who’s coming by?” you ask her, turning your head over your shoulder the best you can. Her hands clasp yours and press them to your chest lovingly. 

“Robert and Jonathan? Did I not tell you yesterday? I write them weekly to tell them about life, and sweet Jonathan proposed we all spend some time together here, out of the way of the public so we don't have to worry about people…acting up.”

She definitely hadn’t told you, but you would take a surprise visit from them any old day. You sigh contentedly and push yourself back against her for a moment, then release her hands and roll over to face her. She smiles at you, warm and sweet, then presses a kiss to your forehead. 

“We should have Meravi make her special lemon blueberry spongecake that Jonathan loves so much.” you mutter, then kiss her nose and run your hand down her arm the same way you do before she naps. She hums her agreement, eyes starting to close again before she jerks back awake and gives you a playful pout. 

“Come on, darling, this house won't tidy itself, and we need to be awake when they arrive.”

And, though it takes rare amounts of pleading, the two of you set to work, dressing each other and tidying Erina’s room, then check in on the other maids, eat breakfast, and pay a visit to the kitchen.

The kitchen is already alive with commotion, the few assistants cleaning up from breakfast and talking with Meravi, the cook, about lunch plans. She smiles wide when the two of you enter the kitchen, hurrying over and hugging the both of you in her arms. She was a gruff, older woman, but that never stopped her from being strong and lively.

“Uccellini! Buongiorno, my Ladies, how are we today?” Meravi asks, a genuine smile glued to her face as she steps back and folds her hands in front of her. Erina laughs, brushing her hands over her dress and tucking a stray bit of hair behind her ear. 

“As lovely as always, Meravi. You seem well!” she comments, and Meravi puffs her chest out some as Erina continues. “How busy are you? Jonathan and Robert are coming by later, and I was wondering if you could make your lovely lemon blueberry cake to have with tea this afternoon.”

“Ahaha, it’s a double date, then?” Meravi teases, then crosses her arms and furrows her brow for a moment before flashing Erina a grin. “We’ll make it happen, milady, don’t you worry. After all, I’m sure I owe this house a favor after the lovely gifts last week.” she says, winking at you, and opens her mouth to continue before an assistant calls her over. “Ah, sto arrivando!” she hollers back, probably a little too loud, then gives you both an apologetic curtsy and hurries off.

Erina looks at you, flushed red, and laughs a bit. “A double date. I like the sound of it...two couples, darling. Is that not beautiful?” 

As simple as it was, it was beautiful.

-----

Robert and Jonathan arrive precisely on time, both fairly dressed up in fine suits and warm smiles on both their faces. Erina practically throws herself against Jonathan. The two of them laugh excitedly and exchange their usual “oh, I missed you”s and kisses on the cheeks, and you and Robert start to laugh at them before he rolls his eyes and pulls you in for your own hug. 

You couldn't say the two of you were particularly close, but you supposed you were as close as two people could be when one was a companion and maid to a Lady running her own home. You could perhaps invite him over on your own time, now, and bond further.

“Congratulations, Miss.” he murmurs fondly, his accent anything but posh. He rubs your back gently as you whisper your thanks and pat his shoulder affectionately, then the two of you step back exchange warm smiles and look at your respective partners. Jonathan sets Erina down with a chuckle, and she smooths her dress before clasping her hands together and grinning. “Oh, I am just so delighted you two could make it! Come in, come in, tea will be on shortly, we’ll sit in the garden today. We can’t waste all this sunshine.” she babbles, ushering them in and holding your hand the whole way to the back door.

Hot tea and warm weather don't necessarily mix well, but something about the lush foliage of the garden patio makes it much more tolerable. Butterflies flit all around, greeting every rose on Erina’s prized rose bush. Deep pots of wildflowers and shrubbery are scattered about, with beds of petunias, begonias, varying bushes, and mosses placed elegantly within the space. Erina’s garden was one of her favorite places to be, and she certainly treated it as such.

You and Erina share the old loveseat, and Robert and Jonathan settle in the chairs across from you on the other side of the thin, low table where your drinks are set. They scoot them closer, resting clasped hands on the arm of Jonathan’s chair and looking very at home. It warmed your heart right to its core, and you wonder if they know how lovely they are together.

The four of you delight yourselves in conversations of anything and everything, from silly new trends to housekeeping tactics to anecdotes of times together and times apart. Erina pulls out her perfect impression of her father’s old butler (of course), and Robert offers a handful of stories from Ogre Street. 

All the chatter dies for a moment, and you sigh contentedly and scoot closer to Erina on the old wicker loveseat, resting your head on her shoulder. She smiles down at you, wrapping her arm around your back and cups your side. You feel your heart flutter in your throat and resist the urge to pull her in your lap and kiss her till she’s breathless. Jonathan offers a wonderful smile at the gesture, and casts Robert a loving glance before leaning down and raising their clasped hands to his lips for a faint kiss. The other man goes about as red as Erina’s roses, clearing his throat  and trying to play it casual, but the giddy grin that crosses his face is undeniable. 

Erina chuckles at them, her shoulder jostling you and her hand on your hip tightening a bit. “So,” she starts, earning their attention straight away as she sets her tea cup down, “have you two decided on a date for the wedding yet?”

The two of them share a quick glance, and Jonathan smiles sheepishly as he rubs his thumb over Robert’s knuckles. “Not quite. We’re having trouble finding a priest willing to do the ceremony--”

“Even though the ceremony is a sodding mess.”

“...even though the ceremony is a mess, but I heard that there's one man who’d be happy to. He’s in America for now, though. Everyone I’ve spoken to says they don't know when he’ll be back, but they guess next year sometime. Which is quite alright, I don't mind waiting, but it is stressful. Getting a certificate is also a problem, I think. I don’t wish to end up just buying it for extra, but if that’s the case…”

The air feels heavy, suddenly, and the four of you stew in a mess of emotions. It was a beautiful thing, to feel love, and while all of you knew it wasn't wrong, the kinds of love you all felt weren’t openly expressed enough for society to be unfazed.

Who knew unity could be so isolating? 

Everyone is quiet, for a moment. Erina stands suddenly and crosses the path to the yellow acacia a couple feet away, gathering handfuls of aster and heliotrope and spearmint in a small bouquet. She grins, beckoning you all over and handing you the bouquet, then turns the men to face each other. They take each other's hands, both looking horribly flushed, and Erina clears her throat.

“Do you, Jonathan Joestar, take this rugged young man to be your husband, to save and cherish and defend for all your years, and to uplift and support with all your heart?” she says, putting on a ridiculous, deep voice similar to the one she uses for mimicking her father’s butler.

Jonathan and Robert both laugh as she speaks, and Jonathan struggles out a soft “I do” between breaths. Erina manages to stay composed, turning towards Robert and clearing her throat again --- this time twice as dramatic --- and he keens forward slightly. 

“And do you, Robert Speedwagon, take this enormous young man to be your husband, and do all the same for him that I said earlier?”

Robert only nods, and Erina feigns a scowl before sticking her nose up and pouting.

“Very well. I now pronounce you husband and husband --- Mr. and Mr. Jonathan Joestar-Speedwagon. You may now kiss the groom.” 

And as soon as she finishes, she herself finally bursts out laughing, watching as they struggle to meet each other's lips and instead just pull the other into a hug. Erina goes and grabs fistfuls of rose petals, throwing them on the pair and cheering and giggling like a child. They find their composure, and Jonathan dips Robert low in a deep kiss. It doesn't last long, breathless as they both are, but you and Erina applaud anyway.

The four of you go back to the patio table and sit, catching your breath. You place Erina’s tiny bouquet on the table and lay your head in her lap on the couch.

“Joestar-Speedwagon. That’s a mouthful…” Robert chuckles, cupping his brow with his hand and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll just take Joestar.”

“Mm, Robert Joestar does have a nice sound to it.” Jonathan muses, dropping a heavy kiss to his cheek and sighing deeply. 

Erina looks so proud of herself, a delighted smile plastered onto her fair face and her cheeks flushed red, and as she strokes your hair and hums quietly, you hope it’ll be the two of you under the yellow acacia next time.

------

The two men leave just before dinner, leaving you and Erina to a quiet night together after such a long day. You’re both so extraordinarily tired; early bedtime is never out of the question and, frankly, you deserve it.

But in all the commotion of preparation and hosting, you’d forgotten to take care of laundry. Neither you nor Erina have clean nightgowns.

You groan, closing the wardrobe door and turning to Erina sheepishly. “Sorry, darling. None of the old ones are here anymore. We threw them out last fall.”

“My love, it’s not your fault. I should've seen to it that another maid dealt with the laundry while we were busy. Hmm…” Erina pauses a moment, considering, then gives you a faux demure look and clasps her hands. “Is it too lewd to suggest we sleep in the nude together?”

Your face heats up merely at the thought and you quickly look away, blinking harshly. “E-Erina, we don't have to go that far, we could just wear the dirty ones a--”

“Darling…”  she murmurs in a sing-song voice, stepping close and putting her hand on your chest. “We could, but it would feel so stiff and gross. We can wash them tomorrow, one night won’t be the death of us. Don't get all shy now, we’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

That was true, but never quite at the same time and never laying so close to each other.

“....just bloomers?”

Erina smiles fondly at you, warm and comforting, and she laughs gently as she nods. “Do you want me to help?” she asks, hand sliding down your chest and grabbing your hips. She pulls you in a little too close, and suddenly there's a fire raging in your stomach. You swallow hard as you meet her eyes and the fire only gets bigger. She looks stunning and intimidating, her eyes lidded and hungry, and her delicate smile laced with something sharper. 

You squeeze your thighs together instinctively and, too shocked to say anything, just stare at her blankly as she tries to read you. 

“Dear,” she whispers, her face softening as she leans in and kisses your cheek, “Are you alright? I didn't mean to--, I-I’m sorry, I wasn't trying to come on too strong I was just-”

“I would. L-Like your help, that is.”

She looks shocked for a moment, then smiles lightly and reaches to your back, tugging the zipper down and working your dress off your body. Her hands are delicate and graceful as she slips it off, hands running down your thighs as it lowers. She was always graceful and you loved it so much. 

Erina starts to remove your undershirt, and before you can stop yourself from panicking, you raise your hands to hers and flush furiously. 

“W-Wait, Erina, let me get your dress and then we’ll both lose our tops.” you stutter out. You figure you’ll have an easier time appreciating being so exposed in this situation if it was an even playing field. Not that you weren't appreciating it. Erina doesn't stop you; she looks at you, doe-eyed, then bashfully steps closer. 

You meet her eyes as you slide her zipper down, hands somewhat blind besides what you can feel. Her dress falls easy enough once you get it off her shoulders, and your hands graze over her arms, utterly transfixed by how shy and sweet she looks. You tear your eyes away and work her dress off the rest of the way, and Erina laughs and rolls her eyes.

She tugs you over to the bed, then sits herself down with a wry grin. Her delicate hands undo her corselet and take off her white slip shirt under it. The pudge of her stomach spills over the waistband of her bloomers and it’s adorable. You’d never noticed how much of a droop Erina’s breasts had, but now that you were looking you decided it was your most favorite thing. She stretches, feigning a yawn and clearly flaunting what she knew she had. 

“So much for same time, dear. Come now, bedtime.” Erina chides teasingly, clapping her hands. She leans back against the pillows, and you sheepishly pull your undershirt over your head and crawl onto the bed to sit next to her. Her gaze does not meet yours, either, and some of you feels better about looking at her for so long.

“Oh, sparrow, they’re so cute…” she mutters, blinking softly and taking your hand.  You follow her quiet commands when she tugs you closer, seemingly guiding you on top of her.

“Y-You’ve seen them before, Erina.”

Soft hands grip your sides after you settle onto her waist and firm thumbs rub spots on your hips so good you gasp. She draws her hands back, instead stroking your thighs and sighing. 

“Perhaps. But perhaps I never had the chance to admire them.” she whispers. Her face goes a new shade of red and she pauses, then swallows hard. “May I touch them?”

Oh god, she wants to touch them.

You force out a nod, trying not to be completely unresponsive again. Erina’s hands delicately graze over the swell of them, and she bites her lip as her palm touches your hardening nipples. You gasp, trying not to make a mess of yourself and whine more when she works her thumbs over them in small circles. 

It’s an indescribable feeling, really, but you liken it to the feeling of her setting her hands just too close to your groin when the two of you sit together and she puts a hand on your thigh. Your breaths shorten, and you shamefully find yourself pushing your chest into her touch. At this point, though, your brain is far too hazy to think about shame.

Erina looks focused and stern when you find the courage to meet her eyes. It takes you a moment between her hands leaving your chest and you realizing how cold it suddenly feels there. Her expression doesn't change as she pushes on the small of your back, easing you forward and tilting your head down to meet her lips. 

You put your arm down beside her for support and, after a moment’s hesitation, bring your other hand to cup her breast. It’s somehow softer than it looked, and you grin and laugh into her kiss. She giggles back, pushing you back a bit and giving you a delighted yet puzzled look.

“Y-Y’know. Soft, warm. It’s nice.” Your thumb brushes her nipple experimentally and she shudders, her gaze faltering. You try a gentle pinch and Erina gasps, squirming a bit, but as soon as you recoil she snags your wrist. The pleading look on her face and the demanding tone of her voice as she says your name is enough to make you melt.

“It’s nice.” you state. Not exactly poetic, but you figured it would do. Erina flushes a deep pink, and blinks at you.

“Nice, my love?”

“More of that.”

The space between your thighs burns as you freeze up, and you can't help but imagine what it would be like if she stuffed her hand down your bloomers right now.

Your hands cover both her breasts, fondling them gently and rubbing your thumbs over them and caressing them with every ounce of love in your heart. For a moment, you worry she’ll get sick of it immediately; maybe it loses its edge after a while. She brings you close again, though, and offers a deeper kiss than before complete with her hands knit in your hair. Every small whimper or grunt that she lets out makes you feel all tingly inside. It really doesn't help she’s doing it into your mouth. 

The only thing that rouses you from being so lost in her is the wet, dripping feeling between your legs, and the jolt of Erina’s hips as you offer one more pinch. You pull away, her hands trailing across your cheeks as you do, and you both look like you've seen ghosts with your eyes blown so wide and your hands trembling in the others.

“B-Bedtime, for real, I think. Before we get carried away.” she whispers, and you start to sweat a bit more as you nod. She helps you off her torso, and settles in behind you to hug you tight. Her hand slips up your abdomen and holds your breast gently; your brain, of course, melts immediately. Erina snickers as you place your hand over hers, then she yawns and snuggles you close. Despite how badly your mind is rampaging, having her makes you feel so peaceful, and you both welcome the embrace of sleep just as you welcome the embrace of the other.

[fellbranded-blog]

*parachutes CherchexRobin and HenryxRobin!*

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

Robhen is already sitting in my inbox, so I’ll do Robin/Cherche here.

General:

Rate the Ship -  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! ( I mean, I already am… ) | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - They seem pretty stable to me! I can see them growing old together.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Over the course of three support conversations? Haha, I’m kidding. I feel like this one was a bit of a slower burn– Robin was at first so focused on the task of finding Minerva a mate that he didn’t really give his growing feelings for Cherche much thought… Then the date was arranged, and they hit him like a truck.

How was their first kiss? - A little clumsy on Robin’s end due to lack of experience – or memory of said experience – but sweet. They probably bumped noses and Robin got embarrassed and apologized for it.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Robin! Gotta love the irony of trying to find a mate for Minerva, only to end up proposing to her partner. (Those supports are really cute…)

Who is the best man/men? - Chrom, definitely! Other notable groomsmen would probably include Gaius, Virion, Gregor, and Henry. ( Because even if I’m not actively shipping them I really like Robin and Henry being close friends fight me. Same goes for Cherche and Gregor. )

Who are the bridesmaid(s)? - Going off who Cherche supports with… Nowi and Miriel would likely be on the list. If a female Robin is present as a sort of twin AU or other shenanigans, her too.

Who did the most planning? - Robin. It’s in his nature. Not that Cherche skimped out on helping, of course– But the tactician is the one who definitely stayed up later fine tuning every little detail.

Who stressed the most? - Definitely Robin. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect for his beloved.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big. ( Cherche is a noblewoman in the service of House Virion– While they may marry during wartime, that ceremony is incredibly simple and heartfelt with only the Shepherds as witnesses… But after the war, there’s a second ceremony so that her family and loved ones in Rosanne might celebrate her marriage as well. That one, while not quite as extravagant as Virion’s own vows, is definitely much grander! )

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - I don’t think they’re the sort of people to turn people away. Anyone willing to come was welcome.

Sex:

Who is on top? - It depends! Robin is more submissive by nature, so it probably defers more to what Cherche wants than anything. 

Who is the one to instigate things? - It depends on the night. Usually Cherche, though. 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? -

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? -

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. ( Robin isn’t a huge fan of being rough with his loved ones, but he’ll oblige if that’s what Cherche wants. )

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - Two by default– Gerome and Morgan. I like the thought of twin Morgans though, so this could potentially be three with male Morgan (named Marc) thrown in the mix.

How many children will they adopt? - Maybe one, if they decided they wanted to!

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? -

Who is the stricter parent? - Cherche– Though Gerome and his siblings know very well that getting their father angry is a Very. Bad. Idea.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Both of them! It mostly depends on who’s around to catch the kids at the time– In a modern AU if Gerome and the Morgans end up attending the high school Robin teaches at, however, it will shift to him purely because he’d see them more often.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Cherche– She probably makes their lunches in the morning, so remembering to pack it is only natural.

Who is the more loved parent? - I think they’d be more equally loved! Gerome being Gerome is distant with both of them, but he does care deeply for both of his parents. The Morgan twins remember Robin better but quickly attach to Cherche upon reunion.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Assuming Robin’s not busy with his own the night of, Cherche. Otherwise he’ll try to go with her.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Robin. Definitely Robin.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Robin will bail them out… Then turn the kids over to their mother.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Cherche! She’s… A much better chef than Robin, that’s for sure.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - I don’t see either of them as particularly fussy, but maybe Cherche? She is from a noble house and all.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Both of them! They’ll go together. If only one has time, probably Cherche.

How often do they bake desserts? - Often enough– Baking is something Robin’s actually decent at, and he’s got a sweet tooth to boot. Yeah… Sweets are definitely always in supply in their household. Nobody tell Gaius.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Robin’s not too fussy, but he does prefer meat dishes– But once again, he’ll defer to Cherche’s desires. He’d rather she be happy!

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Robin would try… And mess everything up… And get super frustrated over it…

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Robin, most likely. 

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Robin… Robin, please…

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - They both keep it tidy! But Cherche is probably the one who detail cleans when she has time.

Who is really against chores? - …Neither of them? If I had to pick, it’d be Robin purely because his mind is in a million different places all the time.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Minerva is not a pet. Buuut she’s Cherche’s partner, so Cherche takes on the responsibility. In a modern au, they would split it– Cherche and Gerome worry over the modern equivalent to Minerva, Robin and the Morgans take care of the cat I see him having.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - … Robin.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Cherche! Unless it’s for some huge occasion, in which case it’s Robin.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Honestly? Probably the kids! 

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Cherche, I think! 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - I imagine Robin would, unless Minerva is the dog somehow. Then it’s Cherche. Alternatively, that chore falls to the kids.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Every year, I think. Usually two or three weeks before the holiday in question! 

What are their goals for the relationship? - Honestly? To grow old together and raise a wonderful family.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Robin, if he’s been up incredibly late working on his battle plans.

Who plays the most pranks? - …Surprisingly enough I feel like that would be Cherche.