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"Void--Can you get me the bottle? I'm not to use magic around her." Atri's tone was soft as he sat on the floor of the nursery, cradling his and Void's daughter, Evie, and trying to get her to settle for a nap. For some reason she always slept better after a meal--even though she was only a week old they had learned this. Atri and his husband had for some reason decided having another child was a good plan, and Atri was already falling into the nurturing role again easily.
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"Hey." He was panting, having run the few blocks to her house rather than drive it; but he was also grinning like a loon. "I--got--it. I got it." He held up a hand, snapped his fingers, and a tiny flame appeared, like his hand was a lighter or a matchbox rather than flesh and bone.
Kira’s body jumped as she opened the door to see a sweaty and panting Stiles in front of her. “You do?” She asked, a grin forming up her lips. When she saw the flame, she couldn’t help but jump and clap in excitement. “Oh my God! That is amazing! How did you do it!?”
No questions, not right away. Instead he just pulls Lydia into the house, into a hug. After a minute, when he's convinced himself she's real, he steps back. "Are you okay?"
She doesn't really deserve to be okay. Not after what she put them all through. Not after she just left. Went off the grid. Became...no one. Lydia just looked at Stiles, looked at him as she struggled to find something--anything--to say to him that didn't sound like a cop out. "...I'm fine, I suppose," she said, shaking her head before looking down. "I don't deserve to be but...here I am."
Nick/Stiles
send me a ship and I’ll tell you who:
shops for groceries
They both go together to do that, honestly. But if they can’t, Nick does.
kills the spiders
Usually Nick. Though I suppose in general it depends who sees it first.
comes home drunk at 3am
Nick, but it doesn’t happen often. His alcohol problem is getting better.
makes breakfast
Nick does that.
remembers to feed the fish
Well if they had fish, probably Stiles. Nick has an iffy memory sometimes.
decorates the apartment
They both decorate it. collaboration and negotiation on how they think it should look.
initiates duets
It depends on the day. But a lot of times it’s Nick.
falls asleep first
Definitely Stiles.
Verses
Derek Hale is a very busy man. He spends most of his time working at his architecture firm, helping his mother with her Human and Werewolf equality political campaign and the rest is spent in his large home in the middle of nowhere. Much to his mother's anguish, he hasn't had a relationship in years and spends far too much time alone. To soothe his sister's woes, Peter bought Derek a gift for his birthday, a human slave. Derek doesn't like the idea that his peace will be shattered but he has to admit that Stiles is very easy on the eyes.
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ispeakfluentderekseyebrowssaid: He grinned and decided to answer in the form of kissing Nick’s neck.
Oh, Nick was purring. Or, well, the human equivalent thereof. He had a very distinct weakness for people kissing his neck. So yes, he tilted his head to the side to bare his neck further.
"I'm taking that as a yes," he spoke in something close to a whisper.
Shh
Send me a ‘shh’ for my muses reaction to yours sliding their hand up my muses leg.
Nick raised a brow at Stiles, “Feeling a little frisky today, are we?” he asked with a smirk.
"The scents?" Void contained a scowl, barely. "Any in particular?"
If this was because of him—if Atri’s brother had attacked him because Atri smelled of nogitsune—Void would show Thyri exactly why nogitsune were considered monsters, regardless of what Atri said.
The question of how much pain to drink in was a difficult one; too much would be like a drug and wouldn’t help him fix this, too little would leave Atri in more pain than Void wanted. He took a bit more, though.
"What are you going to tell Kaz?"
"Kaz's scent. Thyri never liked my children. It'll be a wonder if my daughter is still alive if I ever return to her."
Atri sighed, tongue darting up to lick up some of the blood from his split lip.
"Most likely that I simply got into a fight. He'll leave it be at that."
