TAGS: drabble, gn reader, fluff, second person
WORD COUNT: 445
“You know, if you wanted me to take you dancing, you could’ve just asked.” Auron’s dress socks pad on the kitchen tile as he shifts about, adjusting the sleeves of his button-up and straightening his suit jacket.
“No, I wanted to take you dancing,” you retort while making a centerpiece out of the bouquet he’d brought you. “Just because I can’t swing a fancy place like you doesn’t mean I can’t treat you.”
He laughs lightly, which you might’ve taken offense to if you weren’t trying to make this the perfect night. It wasn’t often that Auron was in your apartment, so you thought this date should be special.
The room dim with candlelight and slow music emitting softly from your phone speaker, you did your best to emulate that upscale atmosphere you’d grown so familiar with. You beckon your lover forward to join you at the center of the kitchen floor.
He approaches you. “Yes, Dear?”
You outstretch a hand to him. ”May I have this dance?”
Auron smiles coyly. He takes your hand, warm lips grazing over your knuckles. “Of course.”
Your left hand links comfortably to his right, your other hand resting on his shoulder and his on your waist. The two of you step and twirl and sway for a while, basking in the music and how the firelight dances on your faces. Your lips curl into a small smile. Auron admires you through half-lidded eyes with that softness that always emerged when you were alone together.
“Something on your mind?” you ask innocently.
“Nothing,” he feigns in jest, his hand now at your back drawing you in that bit closer. “Just how lucky I am.”
“Really? I thought I was the lucky one.”
“Well, if you insist,” he concedes, “I suppose we could both be.”
Auron slows the both of you to a stop, the pause urging you to meet his gaze. Before you can even tilt your head to look at him, though, he takes your chin between his thumb and index finger to press his lips to yours, gentle and reverent. And when he pulls away, you swear that there’s the slightest tinge of rosiness about his cheeks. It’s not like you can tease him for it this time; there’s a warmth rising to your face, too.
You sling your arms around his neck, both of Auron’s hands now at your waist. “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to thank you for tonight, Rook. It really has been lovely, even if I’m not usually the one getting… ‘treated.’”
“Oh,” you coo, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear and cupping his face. “Anything for you.”
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srry i haven't posted in so long I will start posting more headcanons as well as more of my oc stuff as well as yapping about my ver. of the listeners :]
Also slight NSFW warning maybe
I think Auron would be such a girl dad like on some Geto and his adopted daughters type shit although I think he be a cat dad instead of a dad of actual children
Rook will occasionally (almost never) smoke cigars with a nice book on the balcony but again they will almost never do this they more like collecting the cigars and find it fascinated by how their crafted.
Auron isn't ashamed of the fact that sometimes he likes to be the bottom in the bed room it won't happen often but if you just ask he'll do it honestly he'll take it in the ass if ask nice enough.
Rook likes to draw and paint Auron he is their muse, Auron will see discarded sketches but never Rook's paintings they depict him in sad blues that contrast his reds.
Seth bites his nails a lot to the point where SugarBoo and Alphonse have to stop him occasionally because Seth will bite his nails until they bleed.
The bittersweet trio have scheduled days for who gets the T.V. on what days and they get three to four cross over days where if someone gets to the remote first they get to use one of their 3-4 cross days to get tv.
SugerBoo will litter Seth and Alphonse's faces with kisses especially to test out new lipsticks or lip combo also sometimes SB will come to Seth and give him a peck on the cheek just to see him turn into a tomato
thank you for reading :p also might start writing about other x listener series you give recommendations if you want
May I request any of your OCs that you'd like + Aventurine and Ratio with a reader with severe anger issues? So basically reader had a rough couple of days which resulted in them just isolating themselves in a room to cool off alone with some work (not the best way to get rid of anger, but it works for them). The character doesn't know about this rough patch and comes home about a few minutes after reader isolates themselves. They try entering the room where reader is, resulting in them having a book thrown at them + the reader tells them to get out. Fast forward their next meeting where, in an awkward atmosphere, the reader tries to apologize. 🫶
“Scream, Then Stay”
Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Auron (OC) x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Fallout, Post-Angst Reconciliation, Established Relationship, Comfort After Conflict, Soft Men Being Soft, Supportive Partners, Throwing Objects as Emotional Coping, Gentle Apologies.
Warnings: Emotional outbursts, Implicit stress/mental fatigue, Minor aggression (throwing objects, shouting), Mentions of burnout/overwhelm, Implied past trauma or chronic stress (non-graphic).
A/N: I have too many OCs who could've worked well with this req 😭🙏, but I went with the one who suited it the most. Feel free to ask about Auron if you'd like!
You locked the study door, drawing the blackout curtains. The room plunged into the kind of stillness only familiar to someone who needed silence to not snap.
You had just opened your laptop when you heard the front door open.
“Darling, I’m home! Did the market rally while I was gone or—”
BAM. Aventurine nearly got hit by a flying pen holder the moment he tried opening the study door.
“GET. OUT.”
“…Oh.” His voice, for once, lost its theatrics.
He backed away, murmuring something under his breath about “hostile takeovers.”
He didn’t try the door again. Just slipped a folded card underneath that read:
‘Don’t worry, I’ll hedge my bets elsewhere for now. Call me when the market’s less volatile.’
Later, you found him sprawled across the couch, still in full IPC regalia, tophat still perched on his head.
“I, uh…” you began awkwardly. “Wasn’t personal. Just had a really crap few days and exploded.”
“Exploded? Darling, that was investor panic in physical form.”
You winced. “I’m really sorry.”
Aventurine gave you a long look before patting the couch beside him.
You sat.
“…You did dent my pride a little,” he said, feigning a pout. “I haven’t dodged a projectile that fast since the Penacony roulette incident.”
You snorted.
“But,” he said more softly, brushing his fingers across your hand, “next time, just say ‘I’m pissed off and need space.’ I won’t gamble on your mood then.”
You leaned your head on his shoulder. “Deal?”
“Only if I get a kiss as collateral.”
The air was thick with shadow, the kind that curled at the edges of furniture and clung to silence like a second skin. Auron’s footsteps echoed softly as he entered the dim apartment. Something felt off—no soft greeting, no snarky comment from the kitchen. Just... silence.
He found the bedroom door shut, unusual for you. And locked.
“Darling?” he tried, voice dipped in a velvet tone of concern.
No answer.
He touched the handle again.
Click. The door unlatched from the inside—but only to open slightly. A book came flying out like a guided missile.
He caught it midair, eyebrows lifting at the force.
“Get out!” your voice cracked from the other side. Hoarse. Angry. Raw.
The door slammed.
Auron stood there for a long moment, thumbing the spine of the book. A well-worn journal. He could still smell your scent on the pages.
He didn’t knock again. Just left a soft whisper of shadow curling by the door—an echo of him saying: “Alright... but I’m here.”
Later, you found him reclining on the balcony, legs propped up on the edge of a chair, flame flickering lazily between his fingers.
You cleared your throat.
He looked up, eyes gold and unreadable.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “For the book. And the yelling. And the being a complete rage-goblin.”
Auron tilted his head, gaze softening. “Did you throw that book at me, or the world?”
“...What?”
“Because if it was me, I probably deserved it. But if it was the world—” he leaned forward, “—I’ll help you set it on fire.”
You blinked. Then cracked a breathy laugh.
He stood, walked to you, and cupped your jaw.
“Next time you want to scream, scream at me. Or near me. Or just let me listen.”
“…You’re not mad?”
“I’ve done worse with poetry anthologies,” he smirked.
Ratio stepped into your shared home, removing his gloves with precise movements. The moment he reached your study, however, he was greeted by—
Whack!
A hardcover on metaphysics narrowly missed his face.
“Leave me alone!” you shouted.
He paused, inspecting the cover. Volume VII of the Veritas Anthology.
“Hmm. At least you chose a book with weight.”
He didn’t force the conversation. Just left you alone with your storm.
Later, you approached him in the library, where he was rearranging scrolls by date and relevance.
“I, um… owe you an apology. For trying to knock you out with your favorite book.”
Ratio didn’t look up. “Volume VII is not my favorite. But I accept the apology.”
You hesitated.
He finally glanced at you, his expression unreadable.
“I’ve deduced you had a series of unpleasant experiences. Likely stress-related. You’re not a volatile person by nature.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“Only to those who know you intimately.” He paused, then added, “But I would prefer verbal warnings next time over bibliographic projectiles.”
You smiled faintly. “Duly noted, Doctor.”
He handed you the very book you’d thrown. “Next time you feel rage—throw this at a target dummy. Or at me, if it helps. I can analyze the angle of impact for emotional depth.”
“…You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you remain.” His voice, quiet and warm, carried more apology than your own.
Summary: After a bad night, Rook helps Auron relax
A/n: *bursts thru door* IT'S HERE! I FINALLY DID IT! I had so much fun writing his dialogue lol. Hope y'all enjoy my first Yuurivoice fic :3
CW: Showering together but nothing happens, suggestive/nsfw at the end (no sex but it is heavily implied), MDNI
WC: 1.35k
It was quiet and peaceful in your bedroom- well, his bedroom. It was basically both of yours at this point anyway; even if you had your own separate room in his giant home. Auron insisted you have a place to yourself when you moved in (you've never even slept in there). But that wasn’t your fault! Your bed was nothing compared to his, in size and comfortability. You were both sound asleep. Your partner was turned away from you, your backs touching each other. He had a tendency to curl up into a ball when sleeping. You thought it was cute. He disagreed.
As a light sleeper, you were usually woken up by his grunting whenever he stretched in the morning. Hearing those grunts, you shifted in your sleep, slowly waking up from hearing your partner's small noises. Rubbing your eyes, you turn to look at the clock. Why was he up at 1 in the morning? You roll over to face him, expecting to see him sitting up. Instead, you see his back. Quietly, you can hear him grunt and whine. He's also trembling. It's like he's trying to turn over- get closer to you- but he doesn’t have the energy to. You reach out and rub his shoulder. He stirs, not yet waking up. You gently shake him while whispering.
"Baby? Baby, wake up." He gasps, immediately throwing off his sleeping mask (he so wears one u cannot convince me otherwise) and jolting up so his weight is resting on his elbows. His face holds a look of fear before turning to you, where it shifts into one of relief. Pulling you into him, he rests his chin on top of your head. "Are you okay?" You whisper. Auron stays quiet for a second before answering:
"…I think so." You reach up and start to play with hair tie holding his braid in place.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"No."
"Okay, then. You wanna go back to sleep?"
"I just want to stay here." He mumbles, nuzzling into your head. You lean forward and kiss his chin before settling and starting to drift off again. He simply stays there, holding you. He wouldn’t dare close his eyes- not after what he dreamed. You knew of his other career, but he kept even vague details and information hidden. He knew your relationship to him could cause you harm. That is why he couldn’t tell you what he saw; what he dreamed. He didn’t want you to leave him out of fear.
-
Auron was miserable at work. He didn’t sleep at all after his nightmare, and refused to take the day off. Thankfully, he had told Trish to cancel all of his meetings. At lunch, you decide to visit him, bringing him some coffee.
"Oh, thank you, Y/n." He takes the mug from your hand, giving you a grateful smile. Leaning on his desk, you take a sip of your own drink.
"You can use pet names, y'know. We're alone in here." You tease.
"It's unprofessional. And besides, I doubt Trish wants to hear our mushy couple talk."
"I doubt Trish cares." You chuckle. Your face quickly changes into one of concern. "Seriously, though, are you okay? Did you ever go back to sleep?" He sighs. He hates talking about personal things at work, but allowed it since he knew you just wanted to make sure he was okay.
"No, I never did. I'm okay though. Cancelled my meetings for today."
"Anyways," You start, "I was wondering if I could go home early today." He sighs, but not in an annoyed way.
"Just because you're my partner doesn't mean you can just leave early."
"I know, I just want to surprise you. And, not by much. Just 30 minutes. I'll say I have an appointment or something." He thinks for a minute, debating.
"Fine." Your face lights up.
"Thank you, baby!" You hop down from his desk and kiss his head. He opens his mouth to protest but stops upon seeing your face. You happily walk out of his office, going over the plan in your head. He shakes his head while chuckling. He's curious to see what you have planned.
-
Walking through the door of his place, Auron is hit with the smell of lavender. Looking around, nothing looks out of place. He doesn't even see a single candle lit.
"Love?" He calls out..
"Hold on! Gimme a sec!" You yell from another room. He chuckles and sets his bag down. You come into the front room, walking up to him and giving him a kiss.
"Come with me." You say as you grab his hand.
Leading him into the bathroom, he notices the shower running. "I thought you would like to take a shower after such a long day." You smile. His hands grab your waist as he pulls you in for a kiss. Breaking the kiss after as long as possible, he leans away and looks you straight in the eyes.
"Are you comfortable with joining me?" He asks. You nod, moving his hands off of you before starting to undress. He starts to as well, stepping in before you, offering his hand to help you into the shower.
-
After your shower, you get Auron to leave his towel on after drying off while you change into a robe.
"Now why do you get a robe and I don't?" He teases.
"Because," Opening the door to your shared his bedroom, you reveal a portable massage table in the middle of the floor. The dresser is adorned with essential/massage oils and a candle. One of many that were scattered across various surfaces in the room. Auron raises an eyebrow. "I'm gonna give you a massage." You explain.
"And you bought the- cot? table?- why?" Confusion spreads across his face.
"I don't have to pay for rent anymore." You shrug."So I can pay for stuff to pamper you."
"Don't call it 'pampering'. I'm not a child." He huffs."And, you should know I have more than enough money to buy things for myself." You hide a chuckle under your breath. He could spoil you all he wants, but you trying to return the favor was just too much, apparently.
"Okay, old man. Get on the table." You say, directing him to lay down. He casts you a playful glare before laying down on the table. He rests his head down on his crossed arms. You reach over and grab the massage oil from the dresser.
"You ready?" You ask, not wanting to startle him. He hums in response.
-
You massage his back, arms, legs, shoulders, and neck (and some more scandalous areas), re-applying oil to your hands every so often.
"Feel good, love?" Kissing between his shoulder blades, you continue to rub your hands on his lower back. Maybe past his lower back.
"Mhmm" He turns his head around so he can look at you. "Aren't you mischievous tonight?" Feigning innocence, you hum in confusion. "I'm well aware you're reaching down there for a reason."
"And what would that reason be?"
"I think we both know the answer to that, darling." The corner of his lip curls upward, inadvertently showing you his true intentions. Not that it was hard to see. Deciding to tease him further, you move your hands to rest around his hips, rubbing and squeezing the muscle and flesh there. He sighs. Beginning to turn around, he locks eyes with you. He takes off the towel, forcing you to let go of him as he turns to lay on his back. Your eyes rake up and down his body. The desire and wanting in your body is increasing by the second. Auron reaches forward and cups the side of your face. Forcing you to make eye contact. "Do you want to help me relax, Rook?"
This is going to be based off of the audio roleplays from @yuurivoice on youtube with his OC Auron and listener/lover Rook.
I was listening to The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token. Something about the piano in the beginning just fits the scene so well.
Imagine:
Listener(Rook) is taken by some enemies of Auron’s. Probably very old enemies that he believed were dead or at least disbanded.
They beat the shit out of Rook and send photos of the aftermath to Auron in a nice little package (for visualization purposes, remember when Seth, Alphonse and Boo got the box of Jessie’s hair? Yeah, kinda like that.)
Auron gets his gang together because he is seeing red, almost as if the blood he’ll spill has already gotten into his eyes.
He storms into whatever warehouse or building Rook is in.
He finds the rest of the gang that had kidnapped you but can’t find the leader of them. He’ll handle that later, he supposes.
Auron finds Rook laying on the ground, still tied to a chair. They’re knocked out and bleeding.
His gang frees Rook and he carries them out in his arms, whispering reassurance between every command he sends his team.
At a very fancy hospital, Rook wakes up. Laying on a hospital bed and watching Auron. His elbows on his knees, he’s hunched over and lost in thought. That is, until Rook speaks.
“Hey, hero…”
Auron confesses how afraid he was, trying to make it sound more like anger instead of fear. He explains that he couldn’t find the leader.
“You have some work to do” Rook says.
With their working and less sore arm, the pull out brass knuckles that Auron had gifted them (a sign of trust in his eyes, giving Rook an idea of just how cruel he can be behind the scenes). I almost want to imagine that Rook had fashioned this into a necklace they could tuck into their shirt so it wouldn’t arouse suspicious but idk.
Auron takes the brass knuckles. He silently kisses Rook on the head and caresses their cheek.
“My hands… are going to look much bloodier when I come back. The streets… will be even dirtier than before. My love for you is like a bullet. Nothing stands in its way… and if it tries to…” he doesn’t need to finish his sentence.
Auron leaves, slipping the knuckles on and telling a few of his people to keep watch. He puts his hair up and gets to work.
He comes back hours later to find you sleeping peacefully.
Your injuries, though tended to, are still red and irritated. You’ll be out of work for a bit.
Auron sits right where he was before he left. By your bed. However now, he looks at you. He watches your breathing, listens to the small noises you make. The only sound is the light fixtures buzzing.
He slips off the brass knuckles and wipes his hands off.
His bruised hands gently brush your hair. The cracks in his skin sting, but he ignores it. There are higher priorities. Auron stays, ignoring his discomfort being in such a stale environment.
He replays the beating he dished out over and over in his head until you come back to the forefront of his mind.
He temporarily forgets his cruelty, exchanging the thoughts for those of you. Every moment he has seen of you.
This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. If anyone else knows about you, then perhaps he should pay them a visit too.
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It was getting extremely late,you had stayed behind to finish up some work and by the time you were done you had realized that you never saw Auron leave. He must still be in his office and you just assumed he got lost in his work,you had to stop him multiple times so he could get some rest. Trish had already gone home for the day,so she wasn't there to drag him out. That left you to do that yourself,just before you reached the handle you heard him call your name,well not your name but rather the nickname he used for you. But his voice sounded tired,like he was sleepy,you reached for the handle and heard it again. That's when you realized what he was doing. Your hand felt heavier as you tried to decide whether to open the door or let him finish. But the idea of teasing him was too tempting,slowly you opened the door and walked in. Auron sat in his chair,his hair framing his face beautifully reaching down to his collarbones,which you could see since his shirt was unbuttoned. His glasses were set on his desk along with his hair tie. His head was tossed back,one hand combed through his hair as his other one was hidden behind the desk. You closed the door and leaned your back against it,waiting for him to notice but he was too occupied to even open his eyes. Watching him in this situation made you see details you never noticed before like his arms and his neck,he was beautiful and you wanted to touch him. You took a couple of steps and he didn't look up,until your foot hit a spot on the floor which caught his attention. You smirked, crossing your arms.
"By all means don't let me stop you,I was enjoying the show"
"What are you still doing here?" His face was as red as his hair as he rushed to put on his glasses.
"I had to finish up some work,but this is quite the view" He sighed.
"Rook" You moved closer,sitting on the desk in front of him with one of your legs in between his legs. His face was somehow more red than before. "Rook,we-"
"Shh no,tonight you listen to me" using your leg that was on the chair to pull him closer. "Keep going and tell me what you were imagining,what you desire" Your hands resting on his jawline moving up to his cheeks to kiss him. His hand was right back to where it was before he noticed you.
"I want you on my lap" Moving off the desk you straddled his lap instead,feeling his free hand moving to your back to keep you in place. Moving your hand down his chest and pushed his hand away so you could take over. Moving faster to try and get him to at least make some noise,you got a few grunts and groans but he was still too quiet for you. So you stopped,he caught his breath and opened his mouth but he barely got a few words out.
"Why did y-" You moved your hand as fast as you could,forcing a few louder moans out of him. "R-Rook" His grip on you got tighter and you could see the veins on his arms,it was clear he was getting close.
"Was this part of your fantasy?"
"No,this is better" one of his hands moved to the back of your neck "the only way it could be better is if you kiss me" That last part caught you off guard.
"Are you really asking me to kiss you?" He never asked for kisses,but you liked hearing him ask.
"Please" You immediately kissed him,he pulled you closer to his body. You started moving your hand again,earning groans and grunts. "Rook" He groaned as he came,leaving your hand covered in his cum. He was breathing heavily,rapidly as his body trembled slightly. He looked so pretty with his shirt open,his hair spread out and his cock out of his pants as he caught his breath. "Maybe it's time to call it a night"
Do you do requests for Auron? Him getting a cuddle and being all surprised pikachu face about it
Zanarkand awaited. After such a grueling climb and the miserable descent with flans oozing from crevices at every opportunity, not to mention the horror of the hundreds of aeons locked in eternal dreaming... a rest was both warranted and deserved. No comfortable inns this far north, not here on the last leg of the journey to Zanarkand - just a campfire and the silence of a weary summoner with her guardians. You were too weary yourself to complain about it, anyway.
Besides, it wasn't as if you couldn’t find a little comfort around, namely in the form of a certain stone-faced guardian. He would never offer openly, of course - Auron just wasn't the type to show his affection in front of others.
No, you had to seek it yourself, which meant quietly find your way to his post somewhat removed from the group. Acting as sentinel, like always... well, he could easily multi-task, you were certain. He could keep his eyes on the surrounding area while you snuck your way under his arm to snuggle into his side. Strangely cool as always, but his haori was cozy nonetheless and his subtle expression of surprise was still worth it.
"I'm tired. The ground is too hard to sleep on," you murmured, peeking up at him with a soft pout.
Auron raised his brow, watching you for a long moment before lifting his head up, back to watching your surroundings. Slowly, his arm settled over you, more than enough to hold you steady even if you dozed off.
"Then rest. I will keep watch."
You heaved a content sigh, snuggling into him just a little more. Maybe if you were lucky he would lay down with you at some point... wishful thinking, but a pleasant thought all the same. "Thanks."
Auron merely gave a low hum, and the slow brush of his fingers along your arm coaxed you into dozing off.
summary: auron is resistent to let you tend to his wounds, but you're very stubborn and help him anyways!
tags: lowkey canon divergent (?), hurt/comfort, tending to his wounds, can be read as platonic/romantic
“stop squirming, i'm trying to help you–!”
auron tried to turn away from you, again and again, as you tried to tend to his wounds. he was much too prideful to admit he got hurt, simply covering up his wounds under his coat. but he couldn't fool you.
“it's just a scratch. it hurts, but i'll live.” auron huffed, not even looking at you. “now don't make such a fuss about it!”
once again, auron tried to shove you to the side. but this time, you were quick to push him back, forcing him to sit down, as you climbed onto his lap. it was enough to not only surprise him enough to stay quiet, but also to make sure he didn't move anymore.
“even if you don't want my help, you can't stop me from caring about you.” you said, as you grabbed some bandages. “now sit still while i take care of you.”
a small smile hushed over auron's lips. instead of complaining again, he simply kept quiet as you commanded, while you began to tend to his wounds.
