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[convxction]

For his birthday present, Chrom will receive a big bear hug from one usually stoic and reserved swordsman. A bear hug that lifts him up off the ground for a few moments before setting him back down upon his feet. Then, once Zech sets him back down, he'll shove a small box in his hands.

"Happy birthday, blueberry. For taking me in like this... For accepting me and my family... I don't think I can properly convey how much I appreciate all you've done for us, but maybe this much can go a little ways towards expressing it."

When Chrom opens the package, he'll find a cerulean stone that's almost distinctly shaped like a dragonstone and, within its center, there appears to be a transparent engraving of the Mark of Naga.

"Now, I know what it looks like, but it's not actually one of those dragonstone doohickeys... Although it looks an awful lot like one, right? Had to consult with Tiki to help me find some sort of precious mineral that was similar enough in appearances to the real deal, and she even went the extra mile to help me make sure the Brand was properly engraved upon the stone. That's why I haven't been around much to really hype up the festivities for you, bud. I hope it's, ah... An acceptable gift."

"--oof!" to the sudden uncharacteristic hug of the swordsman left Chrom speechless for a good minute. His feet dangling for a second before Zech kindly puts him back. Somehow this brought back that one time when Basilio left him up with one arm when he got drunk. One would be traumatized but Chrom took a mental note that .. Zechariah finally warmed up to him more than ever. Success? Hell yeah! Do you know the mental hoops he had to go through every time he faced the man? Unlike his wife, he's not that easy to start a conversation with and hope it continues for a while until they get acquainted with each other. Mayhap he was asking the wrong questions at the wrong times, who knows. But now, Zech is officially gave Chrom the green light for more Bro approach; aka a hug for a hug. (support level jingle.)

"W-whoa-- ... That was--w-wait, hold on," Naga's mercy what is he on now? Shoving the box as soon as he let him go. Give a man a second to process how much happy he is that he finally became one step closer to a friend.

Hands fumbled with the box when Zech shoved it at him and of course he was about to drop it. The "Are you alright?" followed quickly. There is no way all these good things happening at the same time and from who? from Zecharaih. This is not Tharja's doing right? Henry? Did Sora ask him to do this? Who put up this man to suddenly be ... TOO friendly. IS CHROM DYING? IS ZECH DYING? WHAT'S--

"Ah ... " eyes dropped on the box then back at the swordsman who probably won't be as open as now after Chrom's shock. "Birthday....gift?" he blinked then smiled at him. "Don't be silly. I did what anyone would have done. You and your family are as precious as anyone here on camp, Zech. You probably undermine what you and Sora did around the camp but I am ever grateful for your help, especially with our cause. This is not your war but you stood by me and everyone else. You could easily tried your luck with the outrealm gate but you chose to stay and support us. I don't know who is doing who a favor, but certainly, I owe you a lot, my friend." holding tightly the box in his hands.

Eyebrows arched up, quizzically, hearing about the gift in his hands. Not a dragon stone? "Do you mind?" he raised the box in question then opened it. "Oh ..." inside the box rest a beautiful stone. One who had seen the manaketes' stones would think Zech had snatched one and gifted it to the king. He removed the stone carefully, moving it up against the sun light and instantly myriads of colorful light reflection scattered around the two. "Beautiful ... hm?" and he took notice of the brand insignia engraved there. "Heh, that's very thoughtful of you."

The stone was placed back into the box to keep it safe for the moment. "The festivities--er...I'm glad you didn't. Frederick was making it extremely difficult for everyone." he shook his head, feeling embarrassed.

Lightly tapping the box, "Thank you. It probably took a lot of your time. I hope it was not expensive, though? Ah, right I forgot to ask. Is this something like a tradition back in your own realm?" imagine he was suppose to do something and all Chrom can think of is put it against the light to see the reflections. Ah, how embarrassing it would be. "I hope I was not rude ..."

That aside, he will learn all about it when they got to eat something together. "How about we go to the mess tent? You're not busy right now, yeah? How about we drink for a little bit and chat? It is not for missing on my birthday party, yeah. Mhm." he chuckled lightly. "Heh, come now."

birthday ask || it is always chromtime || @wayward-sword

[midnight-mourning]

(Mostly) Happy Accidents

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 3💘💘

Silly little fluffy thing for you all, as someone allergic to red dye (to a point, it's a 50/50 chance whether i'll break out in hives or not so I usually just avoid it to be safe) it resonated when it came to valentine's candy/sweets, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: The boys know about the tradition of Valentine's candy and get some for Y/N, not knowing they were allergic to one of the ingredients in the candy. Apologies and appreciation for attempting to get Y/N a gift obviously follow

Word Count: 1425

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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Sun seems almost too excited when the last child exits the Daycare for the day. Practically buzzing beside you as you wave goodbye and shut the door. 

Maybe it was just for clean up, considering you had so much to do today in particular. It was Valentine's after all. And as with every holiday, the attendant simply had to go all out for it. Which, while pretty, would be a laborious process to tidy up. 

So when you turn around to discuss it with him, and see his hands filled with a giant heart-shaped box, you were quite surprised. 

"Happy Valentine's day, Sunbeam! We got this just for you!" Sun tilts his head, rays spinning quickly. 

Your eyes widen, starting to smile. "Oh! You didn't guys didn't have to do that. But I appreciate it! Thank you, really." 

You take the box and open it up. Inside, they're all sorts of different sweets, all different shapes and with different patterns. You don't even know where to begin. You pick one at random and pop it into your mouth, chewing as you listen to Sun speak again. 

"Of course we did! How else are we supposed to show how much we care about you? On the most important day to do it, no less." He chuckles. 

Your face starts to warm up, and you swallow. "Y-yeah? You um, mean that?"

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't, Sweetheart." Sun boops your nose, giggling. 

It just serves to fluster you further, so to stop yourself from saying anything by downing another chocolate. 

Sun continues chatting, his excitement truly coming to light now. "We were really nervous about finding something you'd like, we spent ages trying to make sure we found something that had all your favorite flavors, to show you how much we care, because we do, a lot..."

As he talks, you realize the burning on your face isn't getting any better, but now notice that it's not from being embarrassed. The warmth is also traveling down your neck and chest, accompanied by an all too familiar itching sensation. You feel that same to desire to scratch at your currently covered arms.Your throat is tight, but not horrible, thankfully.

When you think to look at the half-bite you've taken out of the chocolate in your hand, and see the hot pink-colored filling, it basically confirms what you thought had happened. 

You keep your calm though, still trying to listen as the playtime attendant keeps going. "—And then came the matter of actually getting it! We couldn't ask for help because that would ruin the surprise, and we were also afraid someone would tell us we couldn't get you something, and that wouldn't do! So imagine our delight when Officer Ryan left his wallet in the break room. We just quickly borrowed the card and put it right back, don't worry! He didn't even notice—" He stops all of the sudden, tone falling. "Is everything okay, Starshine?"

You jump, realizing you're scratching at your neck now. "Um, sort of? Do you happen to know if any of these have red dye in them?"

"Red dye? Of course they don't, Sunbeam, it says right here in your file that you're allergic we would never—forget... something, like, that..." Sun freezes in that moment, staring out into space as realization seems to kick him straight in the gut. 

You put your hands up. "It's okay, it's okay. I just need a benadryl and I'll be fine-Woah!"

Sun scoops you up, hurriedly rushing over to the desk with you in his arms. With his free hand he starts frantically looking for something. 

"Not good, not good, not good! Oh, I'm so so so sorry Star! We should have paid more attention, we just got so caught up in finding you something perfect and now—" He shakes his head, growing more panicked. 

You try to diffuse the situation before he short circuits or something. "Sunny, it's fine, I promise. It's just a mild allergy. I'll be okay, really." You don't tell him how desperately you want him to set you down so you can scratch your arms off, as you think that'll only worsen the situation. 

Your words don't register, he can't seem to hear you as he searches through the medical bag, suddenly ripping his hand from inside to pull out an epi pen. And before you can protest, he's setting you on the desk and jabbing it into your thigh. 

You yelp, and he immediately relaxes. For the most part. As his posture sags, face downturned, he speaks again, dejected. "Please forgive us. We're so sorry. Had we been paying attention this never would have happened."

"Sunny, it's okay. It was a mistake." You set a hand on his shoulder, he flinches at your touch. 

Suddenly he looks up, anger in his tone, though not at you, you quickly realize. "But we hurt you! How can you be so calm about this!?"

"Because it's a minor allergy, silly bot." You cup his face with both hands as his rays flit about. "Do you have any idea how many things have red dye in them? Especially Valentine's candy? I've probably had to take an antihistamine like four times this week already."

You ignore his wide-eyed stare at your statement in favor of pressing your lips to his smile for a moment. "It's my fault for not checking beforehand, not yours. You were just trying to be nice and do something sweet for me. And I appreciate that more than anything. Really, I do. I'm… flattered, honestly." You mumble the last bit, looking away as you comprehend what you just did. 

A hand on your cheek makes you glance back to him, eyes now lidded and tone syrupy. "We're glad..." He shakes his head. "But, still. It won't happen again! Now come on, what you need is proper rest and relaxation!"

Again you're picked up, carried away to be sat in the attendant's lap in a bean bag, blanket suddenly covering you both and a couple of coloring books and crayons appearing out of nowhere. 

"Don't you worry, we'll think up an even better gift to give you before the day is over! I promise!" Sun says as he gets to work on coloring. 

You pause to register everything that just happened, then chuckle, shaking your head. "Okay, but really, it's alright. This is just as thoughtful, you know. But we'll have to clean at some point, don't forget."

Sun hums, and he's so focused you think he only half hears you. You laugh again, and snuggle back into him to get started yourself. As his free hand slings round your waist you feel yourself start to burn up all over again. 

The rest of the afternoon is filled with similar activities, neither attendant letting up at all about 'making it up to you' despite your insistence that you were okay. 

You didn't mind in the slightest though, now snuggled in Moon's arms as you both sit reading. 

"As horrible as it sounds I'm kinda glad you bought those chocolates." You glance up to him, small smile on your face. "I don't think things would've ended up this way if you hadn't."

Moon tsks, though his eyes hold a certain cheekiness. "Maybe not, but that doesn't mean we'll ever be letting it happen again. There are much better ways to end up with you in my arms." He flicks your forehead and you huff. Only to be silenced by a brief peck to your lips. 

He holds something up for you then, and taking a moment to focus you see it's a bundle of paper roses. Looking closer you see some are made from coloring pages, and others from Moon's book. 

"We have plenty of more books of all kinds before you worry. And it was the least we could do considering what happened earlier."

You take the bundle, admiring the detail in each folded piece of paper. "They're lovely. Truly. Thank you both." You twist again to kiss his cheek, then go back to fawning over your present, warm smile on your lips. 

"Once we get ahold of Officer Ryan's credit card again we'll be sure to get you something better, I promise." Moon presses a kiss to the top of your head, and picks up his book once more. 

You pause then. "I, let's not do that—you didn't think to save it?"

"We did. But just inputting it directly isn't nearly as thrilling." He snickers. 

"Moon!" 

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[thefandomsfervent]

JayVik x Reader Personal Pigments (Part 25) -Permanent Green Light

Gala chapter coming soooon <3

Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom.

This fic may enter a hiatus after a few more chapters so I can start other projects. Stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3 These aren't beta read, didn't really edit this one. May fix it up later this upcoming week <3

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Summer was supposed to wait another week or two but this heat was formidable. The halls of the Academy were stuffy at the best of times and now they were stuffy and hot. A truly wonderful combination, one that you didn’t detest in the slightest. It didn’t make you miserably sweat through your shirt in the first hours of the day. And it certainly didn’t make you irritable. These past few days you’d had to opt for less formal clothing. As a guest of the Academy you weren’t required to wear the uniform but you had tried to maintain the same level of formality. Layering and coordinating to appear put together. Not today. The cut of your shirt was looser and lower than you’d usually wear, instead of keeping the button up closed it was open. When it fluttered as you walked, it gave a cool breeze on your back. 

You gave simple greetings to Viktor and Jayce when you entered the lab, settling at your station. Today’s humidity meant that your paint would take forever to dry and you’d rather not get frustrated working on something just to put it down. Instead, you set up your drawing board. It’s been a minute since you had it propped up like this, your warm up sketches were usually just quick scribbles in your sketchbook. The window was open to get as much fresh air in as the lab would allow. For naught it seemed, no breeze shook the leaves today. A monotonous buzzing filtered in past the clanking sounds as your easel was repositioned and the board was set upon it. Neither of them look at you while you set up, the heat forcing all of you into a subdued silence. As if speaking would somehow make the heat, any extra movement considered unnecessary. 

You could feel the sluggishness in your limbs, heavy arms and clumsy hands. pulling out sheets of paper and clipping them to the wooden board. The sounds were grating on your nerves. The clattering of pencils and pastels were too sharp, the tearing of paper droning, the scrape of the stool so agonizing you choose to not sit on it out of spite. It takes more time than you’d like to get everything sorted but it gets done. When you finally settle you give yourself a moment. If you started to draw anything now you’d just get more frustrated. After a few minutes of focused breathing you let your eyes wander the lab. Jayce was sitting at his desk, reviewing tomes and notes. There would be an occasional heavy sigh before he scratched something out. He had undone his tie, letting it hang on either side of his neck. 

Viktor was in a similar state, vest on his chair and tie loosened from his neck. His back was to Jayce while he engraved runes onto various bits and bobs. He should be wearing his goggles, but those too were hanging off his neck. Things that if you asked him about you could get a whole lesson on, and on another day you would have loved to indulge hearing them talk about the process. Would have loved to take in their heat flustered attire. But today was so unbearably hot and there was work to be done. You keep scanning, looking for anything to catch your eye that wouldn’t make the heat worse. There was a stack of books on the floor, a ray of sunlight a foot or so away that would slowly creep up to it. Following the light you’re brought to the open window, the glass panes shimmering with the gold of the sun and the surrounding architecture. 

Your gaze shifts to the collection of colored sticks on your table. A wide array of options, of different materials and hues to pick from. You grab slate grays and blues, browns, yellows, lighter tans and off-whites. The now separate collection sits to the side for later, awaiting more sorting. Viktor says something to Jayce but you can’t quite make it out, ignoring it in favor of picking up a freshly sharpened lead pencil to sketch the base of today’s drawing. A crisp sound against the paper, light and fast. It’s quick work, the whole thing was mostly rectangles and triangles. Gently smudging out mistakes and revisiting lines until they were close enough to move on to the next part. Another round of reviewing after that, of fixing before you start to lay down color. 

You’re looking over the general selection when Jayce stands, saying something about water. You say your thanks and give him a wave as he makes his way out the lab. Putting some of your colors away keeps your attention. Pulling the too-green yellows and too-bright blues and setting them back into their respective tins. It’s a quiet groove you find yourself in, not full of the peaceful but excited energy you had found last week, but something just as magnetic. A large swipe of yellow, and smaller swipes of blue. Gray and brown speckling past the weaving of faux gold brown. You let your hands brush away the crumbled dust of pastels from your table and board. In doing so, you knock a pencil to the floor. 

“Shit.” The annoyance is small in your chest but it’s still there, a quick pinch in your stomach as you bend down to grab it. It fades just as quickly as it came when you stand back up, the air rushing down your back. Especially when the lab door opens and there’s Jayce carrying in liquid gold in the form of ice water. It’s a sigh of relief when he sets the first glass down by you. 

“Thank you,” barely gets past your lips before you drink it, the glass itself feels like heaven in your hand. 

Jayce gives a quiet laugh before looking over your shoulder, "The window today?" You set the water down to answer him, picking up a pencil.

"Just something quick, the sun is hitting the glass just right." Waving the pencil towards the source of your drawing, you give him a smile.

"I see," he says as he walks over to one of the many messy tables near you to set down the tray. He brings the other glass to Viktor and you turn back to your work. 

When you look up at the two of them they are both back at work, red tinging Viktor’s ears. The heat had to be getting to him. He must sense you looking because he turns around. His eyes meet yours, tired and a little surprised? You give him a lazy smile and he smiles back. The silence of the lab returns, each of you with cold water to balm the heat.

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[vadersassistant]

For My Adventures Clark, what about head-cannons and/or fanfic on what he does to make his girlfriend laugh & smile?

Gender neutral headcannons! How Clark comforts you, cares for you, tries to show love, and cheer you up.

Clark is observant, that much is clear. From X-ray and enhanced vision to super hearing, he uses all of his Kryptonian abilities at his disposal when it comes to you.

He could be halfway across the city stopping an entire robbery. All of the sudden you say something along the lines of being in pain and he's moving at unregistrable speed to get to you as soon as possible (of course after quickly finishing what he was doing). And yes, you are the only person he willingly listens in on.

Clarks always alert with how you're feeling, even if he's far away, he prioritizes your well being like you do his.

Feeling overstimulated/overwhelmed? Clark helps you get away from all of the commotion. Whether that's going up above the clouds and flying for a bit, or finding you a secluded spot to cool down and leaving you be.

He pays attention to your habits, along with common expressions you make when you're feeling a certain way. Especially when zoned out, Clark gently tries to get your attention to keep you grounded and helps in any way he can.

If he's really busy he might text you something random like 'look up'. You do, and suddenly you see a massive heart drawn into the sky, watching him wave to you from far above before going back to saving the city.

Clark loves to leave you notes too, things hidden in your office drawer, or in the lounge room fridge with a small sticky note attached.

He always gets you fresh flowers from a florist that gives him discounts. The thing is though, they're always hand picked, with different combinations and thought out reasons for as to why he chose those specific flowers. Maybe it reminded him of your eye color, or that specific flower stands for something. Whatever it is, the vase that sits on your desk always gets exchanged frequently, and is always taken care of.

Clark also loves picking you up, spinning you around and hugging you. He's very careful not to hurt you though, but those moments are often filled with mutual laughter.

A major part of Clarks love language is understanding and accepting his partner fully due to his own circumstances as a Kryptonian. While he may be aware of habits and or disabilities you have right off the bat, he wants you to tell him yourself when you’re ready, but he is your number one supporter.

He always tries to make you feel more comfortable in your skin, knowing what it’s like to be rejected and out of place in his own. You each teach one another about your different culture, and Clark takes it upon himself to do a good amount of research if it means getting to know you better!

Clark also loves physical touch, especially small gestures like hand holding. Even if you two had argued, or if you're upset, he always tries to reassure you by softly squeezing your hand, thumbing your skin, etc. His hands are quite large, and I like to think holding his partner's hand grounds him just as much as it grounds you.

I love writing for him, please feel free to request more!!

[chat-rivary]

Sun waved his hand with a big smile and immediately Moon lifted you up, the cable pulling him up to the balcony where he landed gently, but didn't let go of you, coming to snuggle his nose against you with a long, heavy purr as you returned his hug. Sun soon joined you, entering their room and placing your bag on the desk. Moon gently placed you on the floor before turning to Sun who came to stand on the other side of you grabbing your hand at the same time as Moon. Without exchanging a word the two led you to the balcony holding your hand.

"Could you sit here for a minute and close your eyes please Starlight ?" Sun asked, whispering in your ear.

"Give me a kiss and maybe I will." You reply.

Sun and Moon exchanged a look before leaning in simultaneously placing a kiss on your cheeks each. You let a chuckle escape you before grabbing their face disc, you placed a kiss on Sun's forehead whose rays began to turn before turning to Moon, lifting his cap slightly before placing a kiss on his forehead, watching his face color delicately.

"Now I'm inclined to wait."

"And close your eyes ?" Sun asked.

"And close my eyes." You confirmed.

You sat down on the ledge letting your legs fall to the ground, you looked in the direction of Sun and Moon, grinning at them as well, sticking your tongue out to tease them before finally closing your eyes. You heard their cable come down before hanging on to the back of one of them, you assumed it was Moon as Sun dove straight into the ball pool making you laugh slightly. For several long minutes you heard distant noises resounding without being able to know what it was about, you started to shake your legs, tilting your face backwards while keeping your eyelids closed.

Suddenly the lights that filtered through your eyelids disappeared, before slowly a slight source of light began to show, your curiosity slowly consumed you, pushing you to play with the bells attached to your bracelet. The sound of their acrobatic cable and the sensation of someone next to you told you that Moon had returned and soon after Sun joined you. You heard them stirring in their rooms again before finally they returned, each taking a seat next to you.

"You can open your eyes now Starlight." Sun sighed.

You opened your eyes slowly at first before finally opening them wide in surprise. Hanging from the ceiling a little further down the Daycare was a multitude of small pieces of what you assumed were pieces of mirrors or glass, each piece was different in size and shape, each suspended by what you assumed were very thin wires since you weren't able to see them and that was the only explanation you had for the floating pieces of glass. But you were only able to see all this because of a huge spotlight, which glowed quite dimly, that was just above the largest gathering of the small pieces of glass, illuminating the bits of mirrors and glass that reflected the light. You felt like you were watching the rain at sunset, the water droplets inevitably reflecting the sun as it began to disappear over the horizon.

[elliethejellie]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

AO3 Link

What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

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We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

[ricardian-werewolf]

4. Don't sit under the Apple Tree (With anyone but me)

Wait this is completely off the mark but god damnnnnn @lordbettany Summary:

Nikolai and Alina share some sweetness on a cold winters morning, and make some significant discoveries about one another's pasts. Genya provides advice and assists in Nikolai helping Alina discover a key facet of herself.

Notes:

This chapter of the fic gives us a year - you'll need to have a basic knowledge of the olympics in order to catch it, but the worldbuilding should help give you some clues. Nikolai's skating routine is based on this amazing set by Illia Malinin Title taken from "Don't Sit under the Apple Tree (With anyone else but me)" By the Andrews Sisters and Glenn Miller. References to department stores of the Russian Empire forgot to include the Parade in St Petersburg and GUM department stores in Moscow.

Chapter below.

3 months later. 

Alina woke one morning to the sight of snow. 

Despite her assuming that it’d been spring upon her arrival, that hadn’t been the case. Now, the Great Palace was buried under several feet of snow, and classes had been canceled. While the squallers and tide-makers could keep the Little Palace in its own sort of weather pocket, messing with the forces of nature was a major faux pas . 

Distantly, she could hear the faint strains of In the Mood playing on the phonograph, and wondered who it was this early in the morning. Her training with Botkin the day before, as well as the arrival of Zoya, had put Alina in quite the bind. She still limped as she walked, her wounds unhealed. Even though Genya had said that Alina was the Darkling’s favorite, Alina doubted both Genya and herself. She hummed along as she pulled a robe over her nightgown and poked her head out into her sitting room. There, sitting on the sofa, was Nikolai. He had his boot-straps in his fingers, and a scarf around his neck. Draped over the sofa beside him was his First Army greatcoat. His blonde curls were damp from an early morning shower, and his cheeks pinkish from the cold air outside.

“Morning.” Alina smiled. She’d gotten used to Genya and Nikolai using her private sitting room as a social space, as long as it was them three. Her books on Grisha theory had swallowed her desk whole, along with notes and a portable typewriter - a gift from Nikolai. The other grisha hated her for such frivolities, so Alina chose to write her notes with a fountain pen. Zoya had made herself out to be quite the ring-leader of a little gang intent on making Alina’s life a misery, and Maria had fallen easily into line. But, Nadia had resisted, declared her independence and gone to Alina’s side. Her brother Adrik had joined his sister.

“Is the Zoya crew giving you a hard time?” Nikolai asked as she took a shot of tea. His eyes were molten gold in the lowlight of the lamps, and Alina hesitated. She didn’t want to lie, so she didn’t.

“Yes.” She stepped forward. “But… I don’t think you should intervene. It’ll just make it worse.” 

“Isn’t that what everyone says?” Nikolai queried as he laid his jacket over his arm. Alina nodded, and fidgeted with the sash of her robe. She had so much work to do, but the snow beckoned. She missed having so much freedom now. Even life in the First Army had been better than whatever this was.

Nikolai noted her sad expression, and lifted her chin with his fingers. “What do you say to skating? Genya’s up, and she and I got our skates already. Come along?”

Alina’s eyes brightened.

“Yes, just let me put my kefta on.”

“Oh, hold on.” Nikolai reached behind him and held out a deep blue box tied with a gold ribbon. “For you. An early nameday present.”

Alina’s brows rose, and she undid the ribbon and lifted the lid. Under a layer of pale blue tissue paper was a deep teal colored kefta, emblazoned with the familiar gold embroidery, but set differently. Instead of swirls and rays, these were more structured. Like the antlers of some creature.

Like the stag she’d been painting for weeks, from her dreams.

“W-what?” She gasped. “H-how?”

“Animals amongst Grisha are normally signs of an amplifier.” Nikolai explained, rolling up the sleeve of his cabled black sweater. Where his thin band of gold were the bones of a fox had rested, now only a jagged scar remained. He held his wrist out, letting Alina see for just a moment, then slid the sleeve back down. Unlike other Grisha, he didn’t flaunt his wounds. 

“And you believe the Stag to be mine?” Alina asked.

Nikolai nodded. 

Alina longed to tell him of the Apparat, his words to her in the infirmary, but she held her tongue. She’d seen Nikolai’s unease with past mentions of the Apparat in conversation, or when he’d been in the room with Nikolai and any other members of the royal family. Somehow, Alina knew the Apparat had either done something to Nikolai or someone he loved.

Only fear could spark such a response.

Smiling wanly, Alina stepped back into her room and pulled on the kefta. Buttoning it up, she grabbed her winter boots - low heeled in case of ice - and a scarf. The Kefta had a hood, lined in red fox fur like the rest of the piece, and she pulled it over her head.

“Shall we?” Nikolai offered his arm, which Alina accepted.

They were a strange height match, with her only coming up to his elbow and him towering over her. But there was a grace to it all as Nikolai steered her left, away from the ankle-breaking staircases that wound down to the main wing of the palace.

“There’s a faster way down.” Nikolai murmured, his lips close to Alina’s ear. The rush of color to her cheeks was something she attributed to the blasts of cold air in this draughty old palace. Waiting for them was a palace servant, who slid a massive tapestry aside and revealed an iron box with an odd switch on the left hand side of the wall.

“It’s safe, I promise,”

Alina cast him a doubtful glance, but stepped in anyways. Nikolai handed the servant a small bag of gold coins, and stepped into the box as well. The servant slid the metal screen and tapestry over, covering them from prying eyes.

“You might want to hold on to the railing.” He offered, and Alina did. Nikolai cranked the lever and they descended down slowly, the sound of gears buttery smooth. Very few places in Ravka had an elevator, and the fact that Nikolai had one in the Great Palace made her curious. “Who built this?”

“Me.” Nikolai grinned as he knotted his scarf. “Despite what everyone wants to say about me not being able to have an education, I do… actually. Masters in Civil Engineering from the University of Ketterdam.”

“A masters?” Alina squeaked, amazed and somewhat shocked. “What was your undergraduate in?”

“History with minors in Law and Shu.” 

“Why not become a lawyer? Or a historian?”

“Seeing what’s happened to Ravka in the here and now made me want to do something tangible.” Nikolai stopped the lever and effortlessly slid the screen and door aside. They emerged in the servants’s quarters below the palace, and with a few swift footsteps and several turns, emerged outside.

What they stepped into was the Queen’s rose garden, now blanketed in several feet of powdery white snow. Over their heads, clouds created a stormy covering and blocked out the sun. Alina was glad for it, because she was beginning to reach a point where even seeing the sun reminded her of her own inability.

“Did you ever..” She blurted out. 

“Hmm?” Nikolai paused, and noting Alina’s hat was crooked, adjusted it. 

“Struggle with summoning? Everyone else I’ve talked to said it was hard in the beginning but then Baghra did something and then they could summon. She’s threatened to do things to me, and yet, it does nothing.”

“My summoning came easily, because I’ve always been a boy in the shadows.” Nikolai replied softly. “Besides…” 

He fell silent and squeezed her hand.

“Nevermind.” He turned his head up to the snow falling down from the heavens and smiled boyishly at her. Alina’s own grin could rival the sun, and he hoped that more than anything, she’d found a friend in Genya and him. 

“Ah, Genya’s here!” Nikolai waved his gloved hand excitedly at the massive lake separating the Great and Little Palace from one another. Along the glassy surface, Genya glided on a pair of fabrikated skates, effortlessly moving across the lake in a lazy series of figure eights. Her face was bundled up in a deep red wool scarf and her green eyes glimmered in the low light.

By the bench - swept clean of snow - rested two pairs of skates, a tea service in a wicker basket, and bundles of furs. Strangely enough, a gramophone sat atop the bundles of furs. 

“Ah, Genya spoils me.” Nikolai helped Alina sit and knelt before her. He effortlessly unlaced her boots and slipped them off, then paused.

”Have you ever skated before?”

Alina shook her head. She couldn’t tell if it was the cold, but her cheeks felt strangely warm with Nikolai’s hands gently holding her little feet. “Most skates couldn’t work with my tiny feet.” She murmured.

”Thankfully, Grisha on the whole, don’t have that problem.” Nikolai murmured. He carefully laced up her skates, and then did the same to his own pair. 

“If I fall, don’t you dare laugh.” Alina grumbled.

”Oh I’ll be right along with you.” Nikolai smirked, and stood effortlessly. He gently clasped Alina’s mittened hands in his own, and walked her onto the lake’s surface. 

“And, step-“ Nikolai pulled Alina onto the ice, and she yelped as her balance went under her. 

“Ah!”

Before she could land with a sickening thud , Nikolai caught her, and Alina’s blush only deepened. He held her like that, his hand on the small of her back, for a good long minute. Upon realising his misstep thanks to Genya’s loud cough, Nikolai straightened and helped Alina stand properly.

“Apologies.” He blushed and righted them both. Alina laughed, the sound like church bells. Nikolai paused, his eyes widening ever so slightly at the softness of such a sound. He and she were used to the horrors of war, the nightmares. He had a doubt that such sounds existed in this cruel world. 

“So.” Nikolai asked as he helped Alina learn the proper foot placement to skate along the glassy surface. “What’s been holding you back in your summoning? I know Baghra’s been grumbling. We have tea once a week.” He gave a crooked grin. 

Alina gave him a dark look. “I don’t know. She says I’m not trying, and with the Darkling planning to get the stag’s antlers for me…” She trailed off. “I just…” She thumped her fist against her thigh and bit her lip. “I don’t know.”

“A mental block, perhaps? Something holding you down or back?” He hedged, twirling her. “I know you could summon it when you first got here… but it’s faded.”

“My work with Botkin and Baghra just… it’s not going well. Food doesn’t even taste right anymore.”

“Doesn’t taste right?” Nikolai lifted her chin with his mittened fingers, glancing into her eyes. He noted the dark circles under her eyes, the limpness of her dark hair. Her sallow skin, yellowed with the beginning signs of jaundice frightened him. She wasn’t getting enough nutrition, and the sickly pallor on her face signalled beginnings of illnesses too severe for even a healer. 

“Is there anyone that you’re pining for?”

“Mal.” The name came easily to her lips, and Alina sniffled. “I’ve sent him letter after letter and yet… no response. He’s healthy and yet… no note.” Pain shone in her eyes. The pain of betrayal, of hatred. Nikolai’s breath hitched. Baghra had suspected that Alina was holding herself back to protect Mal, to protect the girl she’d been. He leaned forward, wanting to see what goading would do. But carefully. One wrong step and she’d never trust him again.

“No note?” He hummed, blinking at her. “That sounds most unlike him. How does it make you feel?”

“Angry. Mostly. Or prone to long periods of grief and loneliness. I have you and Genya, but…”

“It’s not him.” Nikolai chewed his lower lip. “You always did everything together, didn’t you?”

We did. Alina thought hopelessly. And now I’m here and I can’t even summon and it all is just so, so wrong!

The rage of weeks, no months bubbled up in her, something inside her snapping. The door hiding her powers, that rusty old thing, broke under the pressure. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched. Nikolai’s face broke into a smile. 

“There she is.” He cupped her face in his mittened hands. “Genya, go get Baghra!”

Genya, who’d already slipped off her skates, turned and bolted through the heavy snow to Baghra’s cottage on the eastern edge of the lake-path. Within minutes, she’d returned with the old woman leaning heavily on her arm, looking seemingly younger by the second. Alina’s eyes widened again as she realized that too, Baghra repressed her powers. The powers within her were straining at their bonds, and with a jolt, Alina realized Nikolai was hardening those bonds.

“Why?!” She cried suddenly. 

“For your own protection. Now…” Lifting his hands, Nikolai skated back a few feet, and called over his shoulder: “Genya, wind that bloody gramophone and let's see the Sun Summoner at her best!”

The bonds snapped , and light, holy and heavenly poured out of Alina’s hands in one long, spontaneous blast. No heat, thankfully, or the ice under her feet would be boiling water. The light arced skywards, exploding out in a shockwave that rivaled the auroras of Fjerda. She couldn’t control, couldn’t rein it in, but it came to her lovingly . Like she’d been starved of such hunger from birth, it filled her.

Opening her eyes, she saw Nikolai looking at her in awe. Not with fear or hunger, but love. At his side, Genya had fallen to her knees on the ice and gripped Nikolai’s hand. Her other hand was splayed over her chest in prayer. 

Sankta Alina . 

Alina raised her gaze to rest on Baghra, and gave the old woman a smile. She may have been hard, but she looked proud now. For all of her prodding and cajoling, Nikolai had been the one to pull Alina’s powers from deep within her. Looking up to her own creation, Alina fisted her fingers and the light dimmed. The rush of such an explosion made her legs wobble as she pressed her hands to her knees and bent over at the waist. Her hair had thickened and darkened, while her flesh had become a babe’s pink. No more circles adorned her eyes, and the only signs of her past illnesses were the smallpox scars along her chest. But those were hidden. The scar on her hand, too, remained. She looked up at the gathered group, and finally noted the tune the gramophone rang out with.

Summer by Vivaldi. A tune of hope, of new light. 

“Well done, girl. It seems you were correct, Milaya. ” Baghra nodded her head to Nikolai, who beamed at her. “Now, make sure she sees me as soon as this blasted snow-storm abates.”

“Of course, Baba.” Nikolai inclined his head. Alina stiffened in shock. A shake of the head from Genya silenced her wagging tongue, and Alina turned back to Nikolai as he skated towards her. 

“I knew you could do it!” He said excitedly, pulling her into a waltz. Alina, who’d never waltzed in her life, blinked and let out a cry of alarm.

“Oh come on!” He groaned comically. “Don’t all living saints get waltzes from handsome princes when performing miracles?”

“No! And I’ve never waltzed before!”

“You haven’t?! Not even in First Army?” Nikolai clicked his tongue and adjusted her hands so that one was at his waist and the other clasped tight in his mittened one. He did much the same with his own, and fell once more into step.

“Tell me how you learned to skate.” Alina prodded as she too began to waltz. While not anywhere as good as Nikolai, it wasn’t too hard. She was just glad they couldn’t crash into anyone. 

“Oh, in secret. Baba, Baghra .” He corrected himself. “Was more of a mother to me than my own. She… gets me. My eccentristies. She used to hide me for days in the Little Palace so I could watch Grisha at work. She was the one who figured out I was a Durast and trained me in secret. In a way, she’s my mother. My grandparents died before I was born and I never met my mother’s parents. Not highly approachable.” He spun her again and they swept another turn around the lake’s surface-edge. 

“She’s so…”

“Callous?” Nikolai laughed. “It’s an act. She’s had a hard life. Her son…” Looking across the lake to the Little Palace, Alina saw Nikolai’s eyes harden. “Made mistakes.”

“I didn’t know she had a son.”

“She does. He’s somewhere else. I’ve never asked. She’s rather cagey.” He rubbed her arms suddenly. “You’re shivering, sunshine.”

“Oh.” Alina blushed. “It’s nothing really.” She didn’t know why he was being so… protective suddenly. Had he seen something? Shaking her head internally, Alina let herself be swept back to the bench and bundled up in furs. Genya came over from where she was examining a hole in the ice she’d been making with David’s awl and undid the scarf over her head.

“The lake squid’s frozen. I’ll get a tidemaker to unfreeze it.” She spoke to Nikolai while he poured them both tea from a thermos and passed around little mincemeat pies. “Hunting food. Picked it up on my travels. The hamper too.” Alina examined the writing on the side, not understanding the letters. They weren’t Cyrillic, so a western european language for certain. 

“Fortnum and Masons.” Nikolai translated, scraping a bit of meat from his lip. “They make hampers. And expensive groceries. Like Muir & Mirrielees Co. in Moscow.” 

“Why doesn’t Ravka have department stores?” Alina asked suddenly, highly curious about this world beyond the Fold’s expanses. As a cartographer in training, these things greatly intrigued her. 

“I don’t know.” Nikolai replied, sipping his tea as he made a miniature figure-eight with his feet. Never content to remain idle. Alina settled back on the bench and tucked the furs tighter around herself. “We have a civil service, a Duma , most forms of government and legislation and yet… we’re expected to buy our clothes from hatters and peddlers' wagons? What is this?” She spread her arms and caused tea to spill on her kefta. A quick press of a napkin from Genya prevented staining. “I know, yes, travelling merchants are a common part of rural life, but this is Os Alta, and for a city…” Her cup tilted dangerously again.

“It’s tiny .” Genya finished. “I know, Alina. Caryeva isn’t anything more than a small town and the race-courses. Stables yes, but this isn’t…” She grumbled. “Consistent.”

“You two are looking at me like I’m somehow the fault of a lack of industrialization.” Nikolai pouted, repairing his chipped teacup. “Sorry, but the Fold and the Volcra have more to answer for.”

“I could open a trade route! If I can’t bring down the Fold…” Her expression soured. “I mean..”

“No, it’s a good idea.” Nikolai examined his gloves. “We need food. And industry.”

“Don’t get me started on agriculture.” Genya buried her face in her hands. “I hear enough from Dominik.” 

“Where is he, anyways?” Nikolai asked. “I thought he was assigned indefienately to Os Alta.”

“Vasily.” Genya groaned. “Moved him to Chernast.”

“That-” Nikolai ground his teeth. “Ass. Saints, I wish I could bloody him.” 

Alina, who would have been horrified to hear anyone speak badly of the royal family, now merely shrugged. She’d met Vasily and thought him to be a far, far inferior son to Nikolai. Besides Nikolai, none of the Lantsovs were anything other than sinful bastards who owed nothing and lauded about their dachas like all of the landed gentry. She glared at her china cup, and summoned a beam of light to heat up the brew once more.

“It’s colder out here than I expected. Shall we head in?” Genya asked as she brushed her hands off. 

“You two go in. I need to try something. And leave the gramphophone.”

Genya’s eyes brightened, and she grabbed Alina’s hand. As they were heading back to the palace, the hamper’s handles in their grasp, Genya leaned closer to Alina. “Oh, just wait for what he does! He almost went to the Olympics!”

“The Olympics?” Alina blinked in confusion.

“They’re these games held every 4 years. One’s the Summer and winter games. Countries compete in a variety of sports and one country always hosts. Ice skating was held at Chamonix last year. Nikolai nearly got to go, but the Darkling forbade him.” Genya grumbled as she explained. They scurried back to Alina’s rooms and looking down on the lake, Genya waved her hand to Nikolai. 

“Watch him go!” She clapped her hands together and watched as Nikolai wound the gramphophone and stepped onto the ice. From his first leap to a quadruple lutz, that piano piece playing out over the cold air, Alina was hypnotized. He seemed almost to fly across the ice, bending and breaking the rules of their world the ways others faltered. He lost himself to the music, to the simplicity of it all, leaping and landing and spinning with such beauty that Alina found herself pressed to the glass.

Nothing could tear her gaze away from those blonde curls as he wove and shifted across the ice like it was little more than liquid water. He reminded her of some sort of bird, graceful and deadly, able to kill with just a touch. Where the Darkling radiated blind obedience, Nikolai radiated charm and chivalry. All of this reminded her of a ballet, but for one man alone. Genya let out a cry of alarm as Nikolai tore off his gloves to reveal his inky black claws, and shadows tinged purple and gray spilled from him.

“Oh Saints!” She gasped.

“What?!” Alina cried.

“He’s purging himself of the curse. Of course!” Genya ran a hand through her ginger curls as those shadows dipped and echoed out across the lake. “He’s going-” But she never got to finish, for the shadows exploded out of him in an all-encompassing burst. When the darkness lifted, Nikolai stood on the ice, panting. But the darkness that had once swallowed him was lifted. 

“He did it.” Genya breathed, sinking to her knees. Alina blinked, and leaned forward on the glass once more as Nikolai resumed skating like nothing had happened. She wondered that night as she went to sleep if the both of them had unleashed something within themselves. For what could two summoners do but be consumed by their respective griefs? Nikolai was a boy forever abandoned. Alina was a girl forever relying on another. 

But both of them hungered for who they really were and for someone to show them the way.

End of Chapter 4. 

[fandomsallthetime94]

Law next Plz NFSW alphabet

NSFW Alphabet: Trafalgar Law

Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

Usually Law will run a bath to help get you cleaned up. He also usually joins you during the bath

If there isn't a rush, he'll law in bed and cuddle with you for a little while

Body Part (Favorite of theirs/yours)

Law's favorite body part of his is obviously his hands. I mean he is a surgeon of death, so he has pretty steady hands

When it comes to you, he doesn't have a favorite. He loves every single part of you

Cum (Anything to do with cum, honestly)

This man loves releasing his load all over your face and tits. He loves the site of you covered in his cum

Dirty Secret

I feel like Law wouldn't have any dirty secrets. He's very open and honest with you about everything that he does and thinks about

Experience (How experienced are they?)

Law is very experienced

He's had his fair share of women before meeting you

Favorite position

Law definitely likes the missionary position. While it is very vanilla, he loves seeing you underneath him with your knees pushed to your chest

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?

It's Law. We all know this man is going to be serious in the moment

He's serious all the time

Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Not completely shaven, but well trimmed

Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

He's very passionate in the moment. It is a great stress reliever and he wants to enjoy every second of it

Jack off

He doesn't do it very often, mostly because he never really has the time

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The man uses a sword so he definitely has a sword play kink

I feel like Law would also have a praise kink. The man loves hearing you praise him when he's making love to you

Location (Favorite place to do it?)

Believe it or not, his favorite place is on the deck under the stars. It's so peaceful for him

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You wearing his clothes, even if it's just his hat. That always gets him in the mood

Depending on his mood, however, even just you breathing turns him on

No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Pegging

Bondage. He really prefers to have your hands all over him and vise versa

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Law loves both giving and receiving

He is very skilled with his tongue

Pace (Fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

Definitely slow and sensual at first, but it ends fast and rough

Quickie (Their opinions, how often, etc)

He loves them. Especially if he has a lot of work to do, he loves to have that short little break in between

Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He does like to experiment. Different positions and different kinks

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for?)

It definitely depends, but usually Law can go for about 2 or 3 rounds

Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Law doesn't own any

He finds them pointless since he has you and you have him

Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Law doesn't do much teasing

You, however, love to tease Law whenever you get the chance

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Law keeps himself as quiet as he can

But he does make small grunts and moans whenever he is close to cumming

Wild Card (random headcanon)

While Law doesn't show much emotion, the love and affection that he shows you is such an intimate moment between the two of you because its a side of him that is rarely seen

X-Ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

7 inches and girthy

Tip is a lighter color than the shaft

Uncut and veiny

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Law has a very high sex drive, but he hides it very well

Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards?)

This man doesn't sleep... so you definitely fall asleep first

He loves seeing you sleeping naked in his bed while works at his desk late at night

[eng-eeveelution]

DECISION 10: YOU HANG OUT WITH JOLTEON

You finally decided to spend some of your last moments in this house with Rai, the half Pokemon who was gifted with the admirable power of controlling electricity and the lightning that strikes on a rainy day. Perhaps you were put under his spell, luring you into his magic. Were you going to regret this? Who knows.

“I think.. I would like to spend time with you, Rai.”

“Whew, good then.”

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Rai turned into his Eevee form representing lightning, and he did exactly what his power was made for: Run to his own room in a quick flash. You laughed at this, yet also surprised that his tail was able to eject small lightning bolts when the little Eevee ran speedily – these past two days seemed too unreal, but you made the best out of it.

Finally, after a long trip to his room (which was on the third floor of the house), you arrived at the doorstep, and you immediately noticed that his door was colored differently – slightly more vibrant than the other boys’ rooms. 

You couldn’t refrain from widening your eyes out of surprise, as your predictions were correct; he did have dual monitors, one was vertical and the other was horizontal – shaped like a normal monitor. Both of the monitors stood in front of a strobing source of light, fading into different colors each second. What a nice life it must be, you thought.

Not only that, but you observed his desk and admired how neat and well-composed it was. Sure, it did have a couple of scattered notebooks, but overall – it was cleaner than yours could ever be. He had a solid amount of thirty toy cars placed on his toy shelf, and you found it adorable in a youthful way, and you simply admired how he had an overwhelming amount of passion for things like collectibles. 

“You keep all this?”

“Mhm! I love them all. If our house were to burn down, I’d drag all of my cars out before any of my brothers,” He joked, rather insensitively, but it gave you a good laugh for a few moments, “Hah, sorry, too far.”

“No biggie, they can save themselves anyway.”

“You’re right, actually. It just so happens that I’m the fastest one, though.”

The two of you chatted for a while, and he even allowed you to sit on his spinning posture-fixing chair. It was the little things like this that’d make your heart melt; like spinning on chairs like a young kid – it reminded you of the sweet memories that childhood provided you. With Rai, you felt like a little kid again.

Eventually, the two of you played a quick round of UNO that he found under his desk in his radiant room that was illuminated by rainbows. The two of you yelled, laughed, and argued over this silly little game, and it was the most fun you have had in a long time. It was a shame that you weren’t able to play some of his exciting multiplayer games on his smooth-running computer, but you were always welcomed into his room anyway.

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Time flew by too quickly with the final brother, and you wished you could have stayed with him for longer. When the brothers reluctantly sent you to their gate you couldn’t help but to miss them already. Right before their eldest brother, Espeon, drove you to your house (as a punishment for coming home too late), you received all of the boys’ contact information for you to utilize for later if you ever needed anything – from academic help, novel-talk, food-talk, or just company – they were always going to be there for their newest friend.

As you got home, however, your mind was filled with only one of the boys. One of the boys that stood out to you so much – you couldn’t help but to think about him – and deep down in the deepest pits of your romantic, amorous soul, you knew you needed to call him, and cater to him more than the rest of the boys. Why? Simply, your heart couldn’t resist him, no matter how hard you tried to in the past fifteen hours or so. 

And then, you built up all of the bravery left inside of you to dial the lucky boy.

JOLTEON +80!

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[justblades]

QUICKIES WITH THEM !

♡ CHARACTERS : luca kaneshiro, sonny brisko + ren zotto x gender neutral! reader

♡ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. exhibitionism, food play, oral sex, anal sex, public sex, size difference, not proofread.

LUCA KANESHIRO

it all started when the traffic flooded the blacktop highways causing a great headache for both you and luca. numerous beeping sounds, constant revving engines of the vehicles fill the air and you were beyond dismayed. this vacation was supposed to be an enjoyable one free of stress but the first step for it was already . . the complete opposite of the latter. his gloved right hand rubs your thighs in an attempt to soothe the annoyance searing in your mind while his left hand manages the black leather steering wheel.

he continues to keep on the lookout, whipping his head left and right to see if there were any signs of improvement of the situation already. the blond wears his black rimmed aviators as the sun rays' almost blind him from how sweltering hot the summer is— although it was already evident enough from the sweat staining luca's plain, onyx button down with patches of darker shades. you draw a long, blue sigh, irked from the events that keep on transpiring. when suddenly, you feel a thumb drawing viscules and irregular shapes on your clothed region, making you heave a deep breath and look at luca with a horrified expression.

luca pretends to not know why you're glaring daggers and just keeps on doing that. your inner thighs clench from the extreme sensation, the parching temperature making you feel dizzy as well. "luca . ." you murmur as your energy drops down, letting him do to you whatever he has in mind. "let's do something fun to pass the time."

before you knew it, you were straddling luca's lap as he continuously licks and sucks on your neck's sweet spot; all the while his cock was ramming in and out of your velvet walls. you were drained of patience and energy and in return you couldn't do anything but moan in esctasy while the male does all the work. it felt humilating to be doing it when you're surrounded with lots of people, but however, you couldn't care at all for they don't know any of your indentities. plus, this was a first ever public sex you had with luca, you can't stop, not when you're fully lapping his dick up by clamping around his size, seizing this bizarre yet contenting moment. you couldn't stop even when you've been sensing multiple pairs of eyes set on the both of your figures, basking in pleasure in the middle of a heavy traffic. "luca, luca, please faster."

SONNY BRISKO

barging into sonny's office with no forewarnings, you skipped your way inside and welcomed the blond with a tight hug plus a homemade dessert on your hand. "sonny our oh so hardworking vsf officer! here, i baked something for you!" you exclaim as you see sonny's lazulline eyes twinkle with wonder and excitement at the same time. you unwrap the ribbon keeping the container closed and a wonderful sight welcomes his vision.

it was a dark forest cake with his name written on top with the use of neon yellow frostings— solely catered for his preferences and colors he adore. the male dips his finger on the whipped cream which caught you by surprise and proceeded to get a quick taste. "hmmm." he hums, pondering what are the perfect words to describe your masterpiece. sonny then places the cake atop his desk table and pulls you close to his chest, his heart pulsates loud and fast from the thin white button down he was wearing.

you were in a confused state as you couldn't budge but melt from his sweet gestures, but then it all takes a sudden turn when his hands roam down your lower region and his tall nose brushing along the sensitive spot of your ears. "eat first before this." you mumble weakly but sonny's breaths deepens in exchange, getting a proper whiff of your signature scent. "i have my food right here." the flaxen haired responds as he forcibly spreads your legs open, gently stroking your sex with his slender, calloused hands.

it felt absurd to be bent over sonny's office table while loud moans continue to slip out of your mouth. he's licking the neon colored frostings smeared on your naked back as he thrusts his hard dick into your loosening hole, eyes darted on your body— making sure he cleans your skin off the whipped creams. you yelp whenever his tongue flicks lower and lower as well as when he pushes himself deeper and deeper, you swear to heavens it's not like sonny to do this. but you highkey hope this happens more often.

REN ZOTTO

teaching him all about human anatomy, you give him permission to see your body and experiment with you until he finally grasps the concept of each part. it was a ludicrous proposal you asked ren out of the blue— the shocking part of it was he accepted and now you're stuck in this predicament. his sharp rings trace lines on your skin until your lower region, his eyes widening upon examining each detail. you couldn't do anything but to cover your eyes in embarrassment, but when ren touches your genitalia, it almost makes you cream from the feeling.

"what? don't tell me to stop now, something is telling me we're just getting on to the exciting part." his smooth voice chimes into your ears like a big tease, and ren does it again. this time, his pointy, peculiar tongue glides all over your hole's surface. "ren!" you call out to him, wanting to be spared some piece of mercy on your body but he refuses to do so. he uses his hand along with his mouth to lap your sex up endlessly, continuously doing strokes and circling motions around the part.

for a mere mortal, it felt surreal to have your region sucked on by an alien who happened to enjoy too much of your abashed reactions from his skillful movements. "are you sure you're not one of us? you can't be too good at this!" you whine as you clasp your hands on his smooth ebony strands, while ren only beams you a toothy grin in return.

"is there anything you can do to satisfy me too?" he shoots the question and as if another soul took over you, you spread your legs open to let him see all of your body. he hums in approval and licks his lips in anticipation— he finally buries his enormous cock inside your tight walls, the warmth your body exudes is one that comforts the alien in the most sexual way as possible. his pace picks up the more he thrusts into you, to the point you could no longer keep up with his tempo and your pelvis just giving out until the very last pound. "cheeky bastard of an alien are you?" he snickers, sunset and teal irises squinting into two crescent moons. "you just knew?"

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[hoshi-y]

hiii!may i ask you for Teru,Akane Aoi(male),hanako x reader they reject now they regret it? I mean if you dont want to or vant i totally get it, you can chillax with this request!

I should've loved you.

Genre : Angst

Characters : Teru, Akane, Hanako

TW : None

A/N : MMMM ANGST I LOVE IT, if I'm gonna be honest with you I was waiting for this kind of request HAHAHHAHSHSHA

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

False Hope

Teru. Out of all people that you fell for. You fell for Teru, you fell too hard that when you try to get up and over him, it hurt, like a thousand lighting volts going through god it hurt.

"I'm sorry, [F/N].. But I don't feel the same.."

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'W-what?..'

You stood watching as Teru gave you one last glance as he apologized giving you back your home made chocolates for him. I mean, the least he could do was keep it. You worked all week to master making those.

Teru walked away from you. Once he was out of your field of vision you dropped to your knees as your bag strap slid off your shoulder

"Why would you get my hopes up if you don't even like me back?.." Sobbing quietly, you brought your knees up to your face as you cried quietly.

What a great way to start your summer break.

After you've calmed yourself down, you fixed yourself up as you slowly made your way to the back gate.

Hearing the gate squeak as open it, you looked up to the sunset hues as you let the afternoon wind kiss your skin.

"Right. I can't let him make me so moppy and sad the whole summer break, I'll be one of those bad ass koreans after break up I see on my K-dramas!" You cheered cheering yourself up

"Right.. Right, this rejection is just an experience.. O can find someone better.." You mumbled as you walked home

4 months of summer break passed and let's just say, you look WAY different than you did before. Not that I'm saying that you should change yourself for the guy you like, just be yourself.

But what 'LIKE?'

"UWAAHHH, [F/N] I love your hair!! Such a pretty color!!" Yashiro, your best friend says as she touches your hair "So fluffy too! what do you use for your hair?! TT" You giggled at her adorable face

"You grew taller too! you're the same height as Yugi and Yamabuki - Kun!" Aoi says as she placed hair watering can down

"You look great"

"Fuwahh~ you got so [Body goal] [F/N]~"

You were flustered with the many compliments you got from your friends, and classmates as they circled your desk

Thats right, You got a whole glow up during summer break, seeing yourself before just reminds you how Teru got your hopes up and rejected you.

If he ever does end up liking you

Its a bit too late for that.

"[F/N]! Someone is looking for you!" Your head perked up by your name being called, you stood up as you walked over to the door to reveal

"Teru?"

"Hey [F/N], its been awhile has it?, come I wanna catch up with what you did at summer break" Teru gave you one of his signature smiles that can literally blast a ray of light into everyone

But it has no effect on you now

"Sure, where are we gonna go exactly?"

Teru hummed as he just walked infront of you making you follow behind. None of you uttering a word, only the sound of your shoes against the concrete floor and the chirping of the birds.

"Soooo.. How was summer break Teru?" Breaking the akward silence, well you didn't know if it was akward for Teru but for you it was at your throat already

"Mmm.. It was alright, went swimming and traveling a little, over all it was quite the fun summer break, how about you, how was summer break for you?" You sat down on the benched as you looked in a distance your eyes landing on the very spot where you confessed, and got rejected, you cringed a little.

"Well.. It was fine I guess, I did some things I wasn't too confident to do.. Like trying something new or improving something of myself, overall I'd say I spent those 4 months pretty good" You moved your head to face him to see he has now sat beside you. Sat a little too close.

Teru rested his arms on his legs as he looked at the ground "During those 4 months.. I was thinking of your confession."

'Ah shit.'

Teru nervously turned to you, he wanted to say something else but Yashiro walked around the corner

"Ah! Sorry Minamoto-Senpai but class are starting and I need [F/N]" Yashiro said trying not to stutter, You stood up and streched your arms up "Alrighty, see you later Teru" You let Yashiro drag you off to steam off after seeing her puppy crush.

Teru sat in silence as he sighed heavily leaning his head back

"I should've said that I liked you back.."

Back there, you could see the regret in his eyes. Not only in his eyes, but the way he talked and acted around you.

Something about that made it look like an achievement for you. Seeing the guy who rejected you and regret doing such things. He was now the one that felt the One-sided love.

It seemed somehow.. pleasant.

Brutal Reject

"How many times do I have to explain and show you that I am not interested in you, the countless of times you stuffed my locker and desks with gifts. Its annoying. " Akane said as he slightly shoved your gift bag in your hands making you stumble a little. "Everyone knows my love and attraction towards Aoi-chan, and I sure hope your head could be less thick to understand that."

You stood silent as your hair covered your teary eyes, Akane walked pass you probably to go to Aoi to confess his love.

Isn't what your doing also his doings? continously confessing to Aoi until she accepts his confession? annoying he says. You also hoped he could be less thick headed to also see or maybe know if Aoi is also annoyed by the confessions.

You wiped your teary eyes and stomped to the nearest garbage can to shove your gift down the trash "T-this.. was dumb.. I knew he wouldn't like me back.."

Your bad luck was rocketing sky high this past week, but of course this bad luck can't always stay with you forever. Good karma will come.

A few weeks after your 'confession' to Akane. Aoi called you and Yashiro by the canteen to tell you both something important.

"W-WOW Aoi-chan I didn't know you took a liking to Hiroshi-senpai" You and Yashiros mouth agape as Aoi hugged Hiroshi's arm "Mhm! Akiro and I have been exchanging letters for awhile now, so we decided to talk and now here we are~" Aoi giggled as Akiro lovingly holds her hand

"wahhh~ I'm so jealous~" Yashiro says as she cups her cheeks

"Dont worry Nene-chan! someone will definitely ask you out! oh and you too [F/N]~"

"Pshhh... Nah I don't think so"

You saw a bit of red off the corner of your eye. Without being obvious you moved your eyes to the side to see Akane with clenched fists as his head was hung low

'He just can't get enough of her now can he'

"Ah! Akane-kun! meet Akiro, my boyfriend~" You and Yashiro turned to look at him as he forced a smile and shook his hand "Ah, you must be Aoi Akane, I'm Hiroshi Akiro it's a pleasure to meet you"

"Sure is.."

"We should eat before the bell rings—"

"AH MY BENTO I LEFT IT IN THE CLASSROOM"

Surely, but slowly. You were getting over Akane day by day, you even got yourself a little glow up. Not too much just a few changes with yourself to satisfy this generations preferred aesthetics.

Also, you are taking interest in someone else. Someone who ACTUALLY acknowledged your existence and appreciated your presence. You have been talking to this 2nd year that recently joined the gardening club. And let's just say THEY treat you much better.

Just as Aoi predicted, someone did end up asking you out and you were just over the moon.

"Akane. Can I help you?" You looked up from your phone as Akane stood infront of you in the empty halls.

He looked down as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slowly brought something out from behind him. It was a box of chocolates

"This.. Is for you.. Believe it or not, I finally moved on from Aoi seeing how happy she is.. And these past few days you have been catching my attention lately.. I always find myself looking for you or hoping I'd see the slightest glimpse of you in the crowd.. But I know you wouldn't accept these because—"

"That's right, I won't."

Akane stopped in his tracks as he looks at you. The same ANNOYED look HE gave you when you confessed to him.

"If you knew I wouldn't accept, why would you still go out of your way to give me these?"

Silence

"I have finally moved on from you. Aoi Akane. And I don't think I have the slightest attraction towards you anymore.. You had your chance. But you blew it. I've changed for the better, now if you excuse me." You walked around him stopping beside him

"Someone, has asked me out. Someone, who actually appreciates my efforts to let them know im interested in them. Wether they don't like me the same way I do, They still made the effort to make sure my efforts and hard work don't go to waste."

As you walked off to change your shoes, Akane slowly turned around to see you and that 'someone' you were talking about chatting happily. He watched as you two left school grounds hand in hand, with the most loving aura.

"That should've been me..." Akane says as his voice cracks a little, silently sobbing in the empty halls.

Feelings Played

You have liked Hanako for a REALLLYY long time, You met him when you were still in your first years of middle school!

You were the first to meet him.

The first to get to know him.

The first ever friend he became.

His first ever.. Lover?..

No.. No..

If you were first.. How come you ended up in Second Place?.

"[F/N].. I.. Can't accept this because I don't feel the same way.."

'What?..'

You watched as Hanako gently place your handwritten letter to him back in your hands

Looking at the letter in your hand, you chocked back your tears. "H-hey.. What about those times you said I'd make a good S/O?.. or those times you'd flirt with me.."

"[F/N] I'm sorry.. I.. Didn't mean any of.. those.." His voice going into a whisper. Like that would help not to make your heart shatter into a million pieces?

You clenched your uniform, trying so hard not to cry infront of him. you didnt wanna let him see how vulnerable you were. But isn't it okay to feel vulnerable? after he got your hopes up? how he played with your feelings leading you into something else?

The rustling of trees or the light sounds of cars in the distance was all that the two of you heard as none of you exchanged anymore words

.

"Well.. That's fine.. Atleast I can move on easy right?" You 'joked' hoping you could make this less akward for him "I'll still be your friend, Hanako.. Some mere confession and you rejecting me isn't something that can instantly tear me down, it's just a phase. I can get over it."

'No you can't.'

"Your crying, [F/N].." Worried laced Hanako's voice as warm tears slid down your face. You immediately wiped it "Something just got into my eye, so weren't you just telling me 3 days ago that you liked someone? It's Yashiro isn't it ahhh I knew you had good eyes" Why would you say that? Please no more.. You didn't wanna hear it—

"Yeah.. Actually, I've liked her for awhile now.. She's very cute.. And very huggable too.."

Your heart broke into a million more pieces. I'm surprised you haven't broken down right there and then.

"A-ah.. Really? I'm sure she likes you too! I saw the way you and her interact, you two looked so cute~"

'No.. Stop it..'

"Really? I'm planning on asking her on Friday.." Hanako's cheeks dusted in pink, as Yashiro is probably floating around his mind

'Go home.. go home.. hide.. '

"I just remembered.. I have to help my parents pack up for their trip back abroad! I might.. Visit or drop by during the 3 week break" You mustered up a smile. You didn't wanna hear anymore as soon as you heard him say his farewells, you immediately went out the back gate. When the school was nowhere near your sights. You ran. You ran as fast as you could, your backed up tears finally escaping

"I thought it would be me.." You hiccuped as you slowed down "I thought you liked me.." Desperately wiping your tears off as it keeps coming back.

"Why would you play with my feelings like that you jerk.."

Hanako hasn't seen you visit during the first week. Maybe you were just taking time off because of the.. Yeah..

Second week, Still no sign of you.. He was getting worried

He really needed to clear his mind.

The third week, you still haven't showed up.. He was getting quite lonely in the bathroom..

Finally, the 3 week break was finally over and he was FINALLY gonna see you again. It's not like he was that lonely.. Yashiro and Kou visited in between those breaks, and in between those breaks something happened.

You dread as you looked at the school gates. Walking up to the gate and opening it, a hand grabbed yours. Looking up it was Hanako. The very person you didn't wanna see at the moment.

"I knew I'd see you here..." He tried bringing you in for a hug but you avoided it "a-ah Hanako stop, I'm.. Sick.."

"And I can't get sick, you didn't visit me during those 3 weeks you know.. I was lonely~" He tried again but you rejected again

"Hanako.. I have to pass something important to Tsuchigomori-Sensei" Making up an excuse to avoid his affection

"I'll tag along! I need to meet with him anyway"

"Hanako please I just want to be alone!" Hanako went silent. He has never seen you get so angry. "[F/N].."

"Just.. Don't touch me.. Hanako.." He let go of your hand as you hugged yourself. "[F/N] your having a panick attack—"

"So, What have you been doing during the 3 week break."

You wanted to change the topic and not center your outburst towards him earlier.

"About that, I.. Finally confessed to Yashiro.." Really.. You're gonna get your heart broken first thing in the morning. "And what did she say? Did she like you back?" Hanako was silent for a moment starring off into a distance, He shook his head no

"No.. She.. Didn't like me back." Hanako mumbled, but you heard it too clear. "She said she took a liking to someone else. But I don't get it.. The kisses on the cheek and the hugging.."

"Did she just play with my feelings?.."

"So you finally know how it feels." That jabbed Hanako with guilt. Looking back at what he did, it was the same on what Yashiro did to him

Both of you got your feelings played

You handed him a neatly folded piece of paper. "Here.. I planned to show you three this together but I guess since the air between you and Yashiro might be too tense, I'll show you first" giving Hanako the paper, he unfolded it reading the contents inside

and just like that, his whole world just dropped immediately.

"Your... Your moving to the States?.." His voice cracked

"Yeah. My parents were frequently traveling in and out of the country because their work was really doing great, they didn't want me to get used to only seeing them once or twice a month." grabbing the paper back putting it inside your bag

Hanako didn't want you to go. But he couldn't be selfish because of his own needs. You were his first friend, BEST friend.. Supposedly first lover too, but who were you to imagine that?

"I should get going.. I have to show this to Tsuchigomori-Sensei.." Walking past him he grabbed your hand, facing him, he was about to cry his whole heart out "C-can we atleast spend time before you leave?.."

Gently removing his grip around your hands "I can't Hanako.. This is my final day here in Japan.. The reason I couldn't visit you during the 3 week break was because I was packing.. and well.."

"Moving on from you."

Hanako finally let you go, you took one last glance at him before going up the faculty room and giving your letter to your adviser, letting him know that you will no longer be a student at Kamome Academy.

As for Hanako.. He didn't take this news very well. He broke down crying, I mean who wouldn't? Imagine if you were a ghost and your very special someone moves to somewhere else with no form of communication

'Special Someone..'

Hanako gasped for air as his eyes were now puffy and was leaking warm tears, He sat down on the ground as he hugged himself

"I regret.. Everything that I've done to you.. Everything.. Is this karma for the things I've done to you?.. " Wiping his tears

"I should've loved you back.."

Enjoyed every last bit, ty for requesting this <3

I saw a few error mistakes but I'll fix them later I have to go to school 💀

[reidsaurora]

Part One: "In Doctors' Office Lighting" ~ S. Reid

Summary: After ten months of being away on cases, Spencer Reid is finally able to visit his mother. Upon arriving at the sanitarium, he meets the person who's been keeping her company while he's been away.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Imogen Sterren (bipolar!OC)

Word Count: 2,536

Content Warning: takes place in a hospital, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Genre: mostly Fluff i'd say

Extra Notes: as i said the first time i posted this series, this is my first time writing a character with bipolar disorder so if it is in any way inaccurate, please let me know so i can make it better! i am in no way trying to glorify or glamorize having bipolar disorder!

Based On the Song: Soon You'll Get Better by Taylor Swift

Originally Written/Re-Written: 05/11/2022, 06/15/2022, and 11/03/2022

Beta Read By: @theghouligan and @reidsbookclub

Criminal Minds masterlist can be found here!

"Soon You'll Get Better" series masterlist can be found here!

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰." - 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞

Spencer Reid gave himself one last glance over in the mirror, still deciding between leaving his cardigan buttoned or unbuttoned.

Huffing to himself lightly, he couldn’t help but think, "It's just Mom. There's no one to impress." He attempted to remind himself not to fret, still fidgeting with the fastenings of his favorite gray sweater.

He decided to leave the top two unbuttoned, showing off the white button-up shirt and pink tie—one his mom gifted him for Christmas—that lay underneath. He nervously exhaled one last time before exiting the bathroom and entering the main lobby of the Bennington Sanitarium for the fourth time that day.

"It’s just Mom, it’s just Mom," he kept reminding himself. Though, he had chickened out of finally greeting his mother three times already.

It wasn't that he was afraid of her disapproval of his company. If anything, he was afraid of the disappointment he'd feel when she inevitably brought up the fact that he hadn't visited in ten months. Since the day after Christmas, to be exact.

He stayed in the habit of sending her letters every single day, just like he had on the days leading up to Christmas. He'd even promised his mother in one of them that he was going to visit her in October, whenever he had some vacation time that was soon to expire.

He always loved visiting his mom during the fall. The trees vibrantly fading into orange, the perfect mixture of cold and warm weather, watching a Halloween movie in the entertainment room together. His favorite part was when he was allowed to accompany her for a stroll through the nearby park.

The park was next to the hospital and was opened specifically for the patients. Though nurses and guards were spread throughout the park for the patients' safety, for the most part, the park was there to provide a sense of normalcy for the Bennington residents.

Spencer always loved the days when he'd been granted permission to take his mother outside the hospital. He hated the way she looked in that dreaded doctors' office lighting: pale, sad, bored. It was like Diana Reid was a different person when she was basking in the rays of the October sun: her paranoia practically disappeared, color would suddenly flush back into her cheeks, and—Spencer's personal favorite part—she seemed hopeful.

As Spencer finally walked toward the help desk, he remembered why he was here: to see the hopeful version of his mother.

With every step he took toward his mother after consulting with the receptionist, he felt anticipation shoot through his body. Spencer had never been on a roller-coaster before, but he was sure his excitement was equal to, if not more than, waiting in the queue for the Tilt-A-Whirl.

However, that odd mix of anticipation and fear of disappointment quickly changed to apprehension when he noticed the woman sitting with his mother.

She was beautiful, even in that horrid hospital lighting. Spencer noted her perfect porcelain complexion, the perfect teal color of her eyes—in fact, upon Spencer's simple observation of the lady's presence, he thought everything was perfect about her.

The only thing that wasn't perfect about her was the fact that she was wearing the exact same Bennington pajamas as his mother.

He didn't care that she was a patient—in fact, he was glad this stranger was spending time with his mom when he couldn't. But, in Spencer's mind, there was a clear problem with finding his mother's fellow patient attractive.

He shook off his thoughts, reminding himself, "Mom. I'm here to see Mom."

After all, it wasn't like he could do anything about finding this stranger attractive. He lived in Washington D.C, while she lived in Las Vegas—2,423 miles away. Even in some form of this life where he'd have time to get to know her, it wasn't like he could just hop on a plane every weekend and come visit this woman and his mother.

He swallowed the last of his thoughts away and took the last few strides towards them. He took a moment to look the two of them over before saying anything. The pair were quietly chattering amongst themselves, each holding a copy of what appeared to be the same book.

Spencer wanted to comment on how beautiful the woman looked with her cappuccino-colored hair falling down over her face as she intently read the words on the page, but stopped himself for obvious reasons.

"Hi, Mom," he managed to get out once he'd finally walked around to face the couch they were sitting on.

"Spencer," Diana said, looking up from her book. "I forgot you were coming today."

Spencer gave her a small smile, unsure of what to say. He wanted to introduce himself to the lady beside Diana, but he knew the second he tried to speak to her, a big bowl of word salad was sure to fly out of his mouth.

"That tie looks nice on you," she told him. Spencer knew she'd said that as a way of conveying how much she loved the color pink.

"Thank you," he smiled. He took a moment to steal a quick glance at the girl beside Diana, though she was intently focused on the text in front of her.

"Imogen, this is Spencer," Diana took the opportunity to say.

"Oh, hi," the lady smiled up at Spencer, placing the bookmark in her book. Spencer noted her voice was quiet, meek. It was refreshing for him to hear a soft voice, unlike all those deep, business-type voices he heard at work every day.

"Hi," he grinned back, sitting down in the chair kitty-cornered to their sofa. "May I ask what the two of you were reading?" he inquired, nodding toward the copies of what he assumed was the same book in each of their laps.

"Pride and Prejudice," Diana was quick to answer.

"It's a bit modern for you, isn't it, Mom?" Spencer said with a joking inflection. His mom was a lover of all genres of literature, but nothing kept her quite as content as a book that predated the Early Modern Era.

"Well, it was Imogen's turn to pick the book of the month for our book club," she explained.

"We're on chapter 59, close to the end," Imogen said, still using the same soft tone from earlier.

Spencer swallowed nervously. He'd never had a pretty girl talk to him before, much less continue the conversation past greetings. He shook off his nerves, continuing on with the conversation. "Well, I promise I won't spoil the ending for you," he chuckled.

"You won't," Imogen giggled back, "I've already finished it three other times."

Quick to change the subject, seeing as he was afraid of awkward silence, Spencer asked, "Mom, would you like to go for a walk through the park today?"

"I'm supposed to be giving a lecture on Christine de Pizan later," she answered, seeming dead-set on her plans.

"Oh, well, don't about worry me, Miss Diana. I was the only one who signed up for that lecture anyway," Imogen mentioned.

Spencer wanted to ask her to join them for their walk. Even though he'd said a total of eleven words directly to her, he felt like he could talk to her all day if she'd let him.

"What am I doing? She's one of Mom's fellow patients," he scolded himself.

Just then, Imogen spoke up once more. "I have an idea. I could come for a walk with you guys," she suggested, "You could tell me all about Christine de Pizan then."

Spencer couldn't lie. He felt a wave of excitement come over his stomach when Imogen said this.

"Are you sure?" Spencer blurted out. "I can take my mom for a walk tomorrow if you guys want to wait. I understand how much Mom's lectures mean to her," he rambled. "Stop rambling, Spencer," he thought to himself.

"I'm sure. I'd actually really like to go for a walk," Imogen answered. "If that's OK with you, Diana."

Diana simply nodded in response, noticing how dead-set the two seemed on going for a walk together. She finally stood, giving Spencer a short hug.

Neither Diana nor Spencer were physical touch fanatics, but Diana always made it a point to give Spencer a hello and goodbye hug. Even in her state, she understood the importance of hugging Spencer one last time when he visited.

"Would you like to go now?" Spencer asked as she let go.

Again, she silently nodded, walking toward the front desk, ready for Spencer to sign her out of the hospital for the afternoon.

Soon enough, the three had made their way over to the park, basking in the sunlight of a Las Vegas afternoon.

"Isn't the sunlight nice, Mom?" Spencer asked, attempting to make small talk with Diana, who was currently enjoying the view of the trees from her wheelchair.

"I wish I got to see it more often," she commented. Spencer was unsure if he should've taken this as an insult for not visiting, but alas, he took it as an insult anyway.

Spencer didn't say anything in response. He just kept walking and admiring the sea of orange trees in front of them.

"Spencer, I need to use the bathroom," Diana blurted out as they continued down the trail.

Spencer internally chuckled at his mom's straightforwardness, but obliged, seeing as they were near the bathrooms.

Spencer passed his mom off to one of the nurses, continuing to walk beside Imogen.

"Do you get to come here often? Take walks with your family too?" he asked, attempting to make small talk.

"No, actually. I usually just come on supervised walks with Diana in the afternoons," she explained. "I'm not really sure if any of my family knows I'm here."

He looked at her with a puzzled look, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Voluntary," she confessed with an awkward smile.

"Oh," Spencer replied shyly, unsure what to say next. He found himself drawn to the question of why she'd been admitted, but he didn't want to seem insensitive, so he held his tongue.

"You know, Diana talks about you a lot," Imogen mentioned, changing the subject.

"Really?"

"Yeah," she giggled, "She says you're off saving the world, catching bad guys."

Spencer chuckled. "Well, it's not so much catching bad guys as it is catching up on paperwork," he joked.

"Is that all it is? Paperwork?"

"Oh, far from it," he laughed. "There's just a lot more paperwork involved than I thought there would be."

"You know, I always wanted to be an undercover spy when I was a kid," Imogen admitted.

"Huh. That's cool."

"Yeah. I always thought it would be cool to have an epic alias," she giggled. "Although, I guess having bipolar is kind of like having two aliases sometimes," she mentioned.

Spencer was quick to change the subject, seeing as he could tell she felt uncomfortable confessing that to a stranger. "So, how long have you been attending Mom's lectures?" he chuckled.

"About two months. She sort of took me under her wing when I got here," she explained.

Spencer smiled. He always knew how much his mother secretly wished she could've had a daughter, too. "Mom always has been an excellent teacher," he mentioned. "She always made me sit next to her in bed when she was going through a rough patch. She'd read through a novel a day on the days she was able to stay awake for a long time."

Spencer felt his cheeks turn red when he realized he was rambling again. "You didn't ask," he chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"No, it's alright. I like having someone here who's my age. It keeps me young. Especially when you consider that your mom is my best friend," Imogen confessed, immediately feeling embarrassed herself. "You didn't ask either."

"Dr. Reid!" a nurse called from the bathroom area as she wheeled Diana down the walkway.

"Doctor," Imogen noted. "So, he's smart and he saves lives," she laughed.

Spencer could listen to her laugh all day if she'd let him. Her laugh was as sweet as honeysuckle, as comforting as your favorite childhood blanket, and as beautiful as a beachfront view.

He couldn't find any words to say, something he'd noticed himself doing a lot that day. Instead, he just sprinted over to his mother, ready to finish their afternoon walk.

A few hours passed by, hours filled with contemplations racing through Spencer's mind. He tried to focus on his mom, which he was somewhat successful in doing, but every so often, he thought back to how kind, how gentle his new friend was.

Once Diana and Spencer had finished dinner (which happened to be from Spencer and Diana's favorite restaurant that he happily obliged to drive across the city for), the two found themselves lounging around in the rec room, sleepily watching It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.

"You know, you loved all the Charlie Brown movies as a kid, but this one was always your favorite," Diana smiled up at him.

Diana lay stretched across the couch, her feet propped up on Spencer's lap, while Spencer sat up straight with his legs propped up on the coffee table in front of him.

Spencer recalled a memory from his childhood, extremely similar to the current situation. She lay across the couch, nearly asleep, while he sat at the end, intently focused on his favorite childhood movie, Babar.

"I guess I've just always loved Halloween," he mentioned, a small smile playing on his lips. "You know, Imogen kind of reminds me of Sally, in a way."

He didn't know how he'd let that slip, and immediately regretted saying it. Was he really still thinking about her?

"Yes, I could see that," Diana replied back, keeping her attention on the movie in front of her.

"She seems loyal to her friends. Loyal to you too, Mom."

"Yes. She is one of the kindest friends I have here," Diana commented.

"You know, I wonder if she'd like this movie," Spencer said, not having taken his eyes away from the TV.

Diana sat up, scooting close to Spencer. She ran a hand through his hair, giving him a knowing smile.

Spencer knew what that face meant. "What?" he asked, attempting to play it off.

"Spencer, I know what's happening in that big brain of yours."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he insisted.

"If you wanted Imogen to join us, all you had to do was ask," she said with a smile.

He panicked, stuttering some form of words that tried to imply this was all a misunderstanding.

"A mother knows, Spencer."

Spencer shook his head with an awkward laugh, in disbelief that he was acting this way. "No, Mom, it's not like that," he pressed.

"Suit yourself," she shrugged, returning to her previous position.

Spencer grinned at the sight of his mom, who fell asleep almost immediately after lying back down. He continued to watch the movie, soon dozing off himself, dreaming of a day where he wouldn't have to see Diana, or Imogen, in that drab, doctors' office lighting.

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬." - 𝐒𝐮𝐳𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐦

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[1kook]

jungkook + long distance relationship pls

it’s smut <3

The trickiest part is the time difference. It’s early evening for you when Jungkook calls, the window behind him showcasing a pitch black sky. As usual, he’s at his desk, phone propped in front of him and to the left, the glow of his computer screen illuminating his fair skin. He’s got on his pajamas, a sandy-colored set he treated himself with for his last birthday. “Hi, baby,” he smiles, voice low, matches the lights in the room. It’s enticing.

Fresh off work, you’re sore all over, completely worn out from the events of the day; the walking, the talking, the being. Jungkook’s silky voice is a nice break from your droning boss and chattering coworkers. “Hi,” you mumble, setting your phone and Jungkook aside as you strip yourself of your clothing. His usual wolf whistle doesn’t go unheard, sending a pleasant warmth over your cheeks. “What time is it for you?”

He hesitates to tell you — more than anything, the idea of Jungkook sacrificing a healthy sleep schedule in favor of speaking to you is probably the worst part — his eventual answer a muffled string of absolute gibberish that has you sending a frown his way. His pixelated face scrunches up cutely, smiling impishly at his phone, at you. “…3am,” he confesses, saves himself from your unimpressed glare by simply shutting his eyes. “I wanted to see you!”

Down to your undies, you settle at the edge of your bed, wary of laying down on your clean sheets. “And I want to see you,” you murmur. As frustrated as you were from the day, you couldn’t take it out on your handsome lover on screen. Jungkook’s sheepish smile is too sweet, makes you yearn for him like never before. Still. “But it’s late,” you sigh, “and you’re tired.”

His scoff is scratchy, a little choppy thanks to the long reception it travels over. “I’m not tired,” he says, but you’ve long since mastered the art of deciphering Jungkook’s expressions and physical state through the tiny pixels. “I just… really wanna see you.” His voice becomes laced with a dangerous proposition, his dark eyes glancing down the screen, not at your face, but at your body. “Can’t I see you?”

Biting your lip, you feel a rather juvenile wave of shyness wash over you, the arm not holding your phone up reaching over your chest. Your feeble attempt at covering yourself is met with a soft chuckle from Jungkook, who leans back in his seat. His thighs spread apart, and you catch sight of his dark briefs beneath the slightly translucent material of his pajamas. “Let me see you, baby,” he croons, teasingly running his hand over his thigh.

You cave too easily — it’s hard not to when your man looks like that — and slip the strap of your bra down your shoulder. A small action that makes big waves, wipes the smile off Jungkook’s face. The dying rays of the setting sun paint your room in a golden hue, embolden you with their comforting warmth as you snatch a pillow from the head of the bed. Propping your phone against it, you shuffle onto the bed anew, on your knees, acutely aware of the way your camera catches your entire form now. “Shit,” Jungkook mumbles, palming his growing erection. “You’re so hot.”

Watching him work his hand over himself, you find yourself mimicking his actions; after discarding your bra, your palms glide over your body, meeting at the mound between your thighs. You run your hand over yourself, the gentle pressure licking the flames of your desire. On your phone, Jungkook’s head lolls to the side, exposing the smooth column of his neck. It’s been months since you’ve last seen him, got to places kisses against his skin. You miss him dearly. “Can I touch?” you ask, voice airy. He’s so gorgeous, just the mere sight of him is enough to kick something hot up inside of you.

The glow of his monitor catches on his eyebrow piercing when he moves. “Please,” Jungkook exhales. His hand dips beneath the waistband at the front of his bottoms, eyes momentarily fluttering shut as he, presumably, grips his cock. You follow, hooking your finger beneath your panties and tugging them to the side. It’s a little embarrassing to see your tiny reflection on screen, and you find your thigh muscles threatening to jolt shut at the sight. “No, no,” Jungkook rushes out, jolting forward, closer. “Keep them open— please?”

He’s so sweet, polite, even with his hand down his pants. Steeling your nerves, you let yourself relax once more, sinking your knees into the mattress. The hand not holding aside your underwear snakes down, pointer finger dipping into the wetness that’s collected at your opening. A quiet gasp escapes you, glancing down at yourself in curiosity as you realize you’re wetter than you thought. Your run your finger through the warmth of your folds, drawing it back up to your clit. Slowly, you begin circling the swollen bud, gaze instinctively returning to your boyfriend.

Jungkook’s lips are slightly parted, eyes zeroed in on his phone as he watches you. It doesn’t feel as awkward and as nerve-wracking as it did the first few times. Now, Jungkook’s focused gaze feels empowering, in a sense, has you picking up the pace of your fingers against your clit as he watches. His hand works itself over his member, hidden beneath the fabric of his bottoms. “Jungkook,” you pant, slightly amused by the harsh jerk of his hand at the sound of your voice. “You, too,” you gasp, “let me see you, too.”

And just like you, he caves easily. Yanking his hand out of his pants, he makes quick work of pushing them down his hips. They stretch over his thighs, barely stand a chance against his bulging muscles when he spreads his legs. “Fuck,” he groans, melting into his seat as he tunes back into your show. His knuckles are nearly white, holding his cock tightly in an attempt to imitate the snugness of your cunt. The tip weeps with precum, trails down his length and over his knuckles the faster he pulls. It’s an image you burn into your mind.

Your gentle caresses turn into rabid rubbing, two— three fingers pressed together at the front of your slit, desperate to match the tune of Jungkook’s wrist. Unconsciously, your hips grind forward, the memories of Jungkook’s hot and heavy body against you spurring you on. His hands at your waist, digging into the skin until it’s painful. His breath against your damp skin, sending waves of shivers down your spine. “__,” he grunts, and although the lewd squelch of his hand is fuzzy over the line, your brain fills in the gaps. He always gets so sloppy toward the end, bucks into you like it’s his first time.

This time is no different. You watch as Jungkook unravels before you, his brows furrowed as he watches you move. “Fu— you’re so wet,” he chokes out, watching your fingers slid over your clit ferociously, his own speakers probably filled with the sounds of your pleasure just like yours are with his. “You’re always so wet after work,” Jungkook mumbles, running the pad of his thumb over his tip. It’s true, but you don’t want to tell him it’s because you think of him all day, imagining him bending you over your boss’s desk, the printer, a bathroom stall.

The motions of his hand speed up, jaw clenched as he works himself away. His name tumbles off your lips, gaze growing foggy as you watch the man before you; Jungkook’s breathing is shallow, harsh as he jerks himself to completion. The pressure at your core becomes unbearable and eventually, a shock of pleasure bursts over you, makes your toes curl, your clit go numb. Stuck in the motions, you can only weakly buck into your hand as your orgasm rolls over you, always careful to keep your face in Jungkook’s line of sight.

Jungkook follows, fills your bedroom with his strained breathing and a choked cry of your name. The pleasure renders him a limbless mess, head rolling back against his chair as he slumps further into his seat. His pearly cum leaves a splattered stain on his pajamas and on his thighs, cock still twitching as it pushes out the last of it. “Jungkook,” you call out softly, slowly regaining your strength. Your fingers begin to feel dry and icky, and it’s with a scrunch of your nose that you wipe them against your thigh. You needed a shower anyway.

On screen, your lover laughs. “God,” Jungkook exhales, eyes even more tired than before. “You’re so amazing.” You respond with an easy smile, languidly reaching forward to snatch up your phone. Jungkook’s face is flushed now, but the sky behind him remains as dark as it was when he first called. It matches the sky outside your own window, and you only have a moment to marvel at how quickly the sun set before Jungkook is speaking again, his voice soft and dainty as he talks you and him back down from your highs.

[aitseleci]

deceived pt. 2

details: angst, albedo x gn!reader | cw: death / injuries / blood 

word count: 1840 | part one !

note: do i like this? idk mixed feelings tbh  — didn’t bother to add a picture for this one. but like here is part 2 as many requested 

It’s been months since the day Albedo broke up with you. A relationship that Albedo didn’t cherish, as he states. As time continues to pass, your heart aches as you recall those joyful moments with each other. Your affectionate feelings still lingered on edge; holding closely to the past. The nostalgia had you at ease in times of distress. You’d still loved him. No words can express your desire to stop loving him. But what else can be done? You were nothing but a victim to his research. He used you and admitted it, after all. 

Melancholy thoughts seem to be on your mind lately. You wonder how Albedo was doing, how he’s been, what he’d accomplished. You’d still cared, in fact getting over him wasn’t a no brainer. Everywhere you looked reminded you of him. His own essence loiter among commodities. The residents of Mondstadt and Dragonspine didn’t assist in your healing; the reminisce of the things you two did together: exploring, sketching, finding materials, indulging the savory dish of Sunshine Sprat. He taught you how to recreate this dish, lecturing you how to properly cook the salmon. 

“You make sure that the salmon becomes a dark orange and stiff,” the blonde whispers as he observes you flipping the meat over the stove. You nodded, eyeing the salmon carefully, letting out giggles in response. 

“I can’t believe we’re so focused on salmon ‘Bedo.” 

“Hm, you think so?” he answers in an amused tone. 

Whenever he shows you his special dish Woodland Dream, the prince himself had a smiled painted in his eyes. Indeed proud of himself with his culinary masterpiece. He describes the dish to be sweet and tender  — a blooming flower with each bite. You can still remember the tangy flavor that danced on your tongue. Despite this savory dish, this prince seemly has a sweet tooth. To him, he finds the sugar rush that washes throughout his body quite pleasant. A childish nature that you didn’t expect yourself.  

“You find it pleasant... a sugar rush?”

He was hesitant averting his eyes from your stare, “Well the ‘hyperactivity’ feeling, gives me a boost in energy... It's refreshing.”

“Hm, okay..” you smiled. How cute. 

Those wistful moments will remain to be daydreams of your little mind. It was a facetious act he pulled to test you. With the little hope you were attached to, you hope maybe Albedo didn’t mean what he said. At least a little. 

You didn’t bother going to Sucrose or Timaeus for your answer to your questions. Your relationship wasn’t public and doubted anyone would understand. Moving on shouldn’t be onerous, it’s not compared to your daily tasks. Ugh, you sighed in frustration. 

You were exploring the land of Dragonspine, wondering to find new discoveries. Despite Albedo’s influence to pique your curiosity of Dragonspine, your shrewdness needed to go beyond your understanding. It’s been a while since you stepped foot in the land of snow. Not after how much of his essence remained for your little heart. 

You trudge up along the path of Dragonspine, slowly recalling the time you had with Albedo. The crunching of the white snow underneath your feet, digging deep in the ground. The noises you can hear over the screeching winds. A path of fresh footprints laid behind you, displaying where you came from — not where you’re heading. In honesty, you don't know where you’re heading. All that was known was that you are going somewhere. Discover something. Get your mind off of him. 

The Adventurers’ Guild was still trying to post expeditions and catch the eyes of others. Though many adventurers have turned down these pleas. The cold condition was much too dangerous for them to handle, proper preparation was needed but expensive. Dragonspine was menacing for their safety and that was understood among the citizens. 

You briskly rubbed your hands for warmth. The icy winds swirled and sighed around you, sweeping against your skin. Sending chills throughout your body, the fabric of your clothing keeps you warm. Warm enough to make you at ease with the temperature, but not your cold thoughts of gloominess. 

“[y/n], you need my coat? It’s quite cold today, I wouldn’t want you to freeze,” Albedo sighs with the hinges of concern, already starting to slip off his coat.

“Huh, you sure, what about you?” 

A slight curve plastered on his face. An expression you don’t usually see besides his familiar blank expression. “Yes, I don’t exactly get cold and of course I insist.” 

He placed his coat on top of your shoulder, instantly feeling the warmth. The soft fabric rubbing against your cold skin. Your nose was occupied with his scent, filling you with wonder and interest. At times, his scent would be simple than complex. That day it was simple, calming and reassuring you with solace. 

You looked up to the sky, it was filled with ominous mackerel clouds. The dark sky was kissed by the high mountains and bare trees. The sudden wintry breeze whooshed passed you, overwhelming your body. You were missing the sunlight spilling its rays among the land of Mondstadt. How much time has passed? Who knew you would be homesick after wandering in the land of Dragonspine. And Albedo’s company, you couldn’t grasp the fact that he’s no longer in your life. The warmth and bliss of both the recollection of fond memories. Face lit up, feeling your own embarrassment in your cheeks. 

It’s been months, why can’t you get over him? 

“Ya!” the strange noise alerting you. You looked frantically trying to find the source of those gurgling sounds. It was deserted, the possibility of small rodents roaming around the area is surely high  — no wait; trying to think rationally. Then finally you see a monster camp right in front of you. 

You were ready to whip out elemental reactions and attack — oh no. Your vision illuminated its bright color. Still, nothing was released and hilichurl fighters were running at you. No way you were going to stand with this commotion, resorting to run for your life. As you huffed and puffed, accelerating your speed. The cold oxygen filling up your lungs, fingers were numb. Vision started to get foggy, decreasing your pace. You gaze down to notice red blood drizzled on the white blankets of snow. 

Blood? 

You felt the arrows that shot your head and leg. It must have been the hilichurl shooters. There were gashes on the back of your head and leg that began to rip you with pain. You touched the back of your head and felt the wet blood. With the energy in your had left, you continued — you looked back to see blurs of mitachurls with huge axes. Axes that can slice you in half. Your head and thoughts were swirling, unable to focus. Numbness seeped through your legs — stability was lacking. You were trembling, feeling your own body was out of your control. The snowy scenery swayed underneath you as your vision bathed in black spots. You collapsed in the snow, unable to pick yourself up. Legs and head were throbbing with agony and anguish. Pain that you never thought could exist, groaning in pain. The urge to scream came to you but no noise came out of your tired lips. You pushed yourself to crawl, eyeing a tree. Glancing back to see the monsters were leaving you alone. In the vast distances, struggling to hang on to dear life. Faint soft footsteps were heard, the soft slushing of the snow. Must have been an echo or from your imagination. Left alone suffering in the sub zero condition. Your mind was so foggy, eyes half-lit before seeing a glimpse of a familiar figure along the path. It was a blur of colors, you squinted in attempts for a clearer image. Just before you could make out what or who it was, darkness swallowed you whole; lying face down. 

“[y/n]!” 

You blacked out, unconscious in the cold. 

Albedo came running towards you, surely was shocked to see your body stiffly laying there. But noticing your wounds and the wet blood on your clothes — he had to take action. Still seeing that your vision was glowing, he didn’t worry as he checked your pulse. You were bleeding profusely, as Albedo swiftly wrapped you up with cloth he had on him. No words can explain how Albedo felt, as he threw your arms on his shoulders and back. Lifting your body up and holding on to your thighs; securing you. 

Albedo felt your pulse, beating with each running step. His pace started getting quicker, the desire to keep you alive. Not sure what to think of it besides the want to face you. His thought process was incoherent and he wanted it to be resolved.  

Little time. 

After sending you off, Albedo handed back to his camp, straight back to work. Focusing was an issue though. He had mixed feelings of frustration, unsure what these feelings could mean? He hoped you would be alright, but again, why would he care? Ever since the end of your relationship, Albedo noticed that he’s more sensitive than usual. Reactions seemingly to be more livid, stronger. New unfamiliar emotions that he can’t wrap his head around. This all left him at a dead end. 

He felt himself drowning in his own unwanted guilt. The princely blank face wasn’t there, instead contrasting it was the void of such strong rage. Teeth clenched, eyebrows arched. Face painted with pain and remorse. The look on your pale unconscious face... What was the source? His body heats up from this confusion, slamming his gloved hands on his desk. Palms sweating, soaking the leather, as he tossed them off. Papers and documents were flying everywhere, his arms swinging with tension. 

Is this what you're doing? It must be. 

Maybe as a vision bearer, you found a way to manipulate others. Nonetheless, Albedo needed answers. But with your crucial state, are you going to be alright? 

Albedo never felt this rage towards anyone: his master, Alice, Klee, Sucrose, Timaeus, The Knights of Favonius...

If only times were different. 

Weeks, months had passed, you were pronounced dead from your fatal wounds. On your deathbed, the glow of your vision had dimmed to a gray color. You were truly gone. Word got out and Albedo couldn’t pull himself together. Your death has left a void in many lives and memories. 

If only he cared. 

The blonde was choking with despair, gasping for a change... hope. As he flipped through the sketches of you, he stared blankly at your face. The little details that made you, you. He repeatedly muttered incoherent words: If only, if only.

There it was a sketch of you and your smile, if only he could see it one last time. He sighed, letting his head drop. His blonde hair was unkempt as he exhaled heavily. 

Once that first tear fell on the paper, more followed. 

If only he loved you. 

© aitseleci 2021 ✰ do not modify or repost

[poguesofthebau]

private display of affection

summary: garcia wants to see pda, because she’s garcia, and she loves love. you and spencer, however, don’t tend to give her much pda to admire. so the rest of the team sets out to catch you two acting as in love as they know you are.

word count: 4k (my longest ever on this blog wtf) pairing: spencer reid x female!reader, ft. the team

a/n: this one is a lot of funny team stuff, with the inevitable wholesome reid x reader stuff. in my personal opinion, the end of this is one of the most adorable descriptions of love my brain has ever come up with. in conclusion... i love spencer more than anyone.

“i hate hotch.”

morgan scoffed a laugh, glancing up from his paperwork to find penelope standing in his doorway, clearly upset over something with her arms crossed childishly across her chest. the sight of her made him chuckle again, taking in the bright colors strewn across her body in combination with the unusually unhappy expression she wore. it didn’t quite match her outfit. “what can i do for you, mama?”

“you can make me hate hotch less. talk some sense into him. allow some of us around here a smidgen of happiness, serenity, wholesomeness, love, something! i mean, seriously, why does he--”

“penelope,” derek sang, finally succumbing to her rant as he put down his pen and leaned back in his office chair. “as much as you know i love you, you should also know that your brain is not my brain, so i have no clue what you’re talking about, baby girl.”

“hotch,” penelope sighed dramatically, stepping further into the room and glancing longingly out the blinds before dropping into the chair across from her friend. “hotch is ruining this team’s opportunity for some daily serotonin via everyone’s favorite, most innocent, most adorable couple of federal agents ever.” as she explained herself, her arms were flailing about, ending with a dramatic point out the window toward where you and reid were sitting in the bullpen. derek followed her arm to see you two, both hunched over paperwork at your respective desks, completely unaware of the distress penelope was currently experiencing, which somehow revolved around you.

you and reid had been in love for a long time. the rest of the team had to watch you two pine over one another for months before finally admitting your feelings and getting together. everyone was ecstatic for the two of you, and made it very clear how relieved they were to finally know you were together, but for whatever reason, your behavior in the office (and while away on cases) didn’t change as much as they’d expected. you still acted the same, the only difference really being that instead of secretly admiring one another from across a room with the torture of potentially unrequited love keeping you apart, you were now able to exchange those glances with one another, communicating your love through looks you’d once hidden.

“baby girl,” derek said with an understanding smirk. “i don’t think reid is even capable of showing affection in a public place, first of all. and, second of all, we can’t really blame hotch for that, can we? i mean, everybody knows the lovebirds are lovebirds, but that can’t take away from their work. maybe it’s for the best.”

penelope opened her mouth to argue, clearly offended by his words, but was cut off by the chime of morgan’s phone receiving a notification. he glanced down at the screen, seeing “We have a case. Conference room.” plastered across his screen. he stood from his chair, pulling garcia from hers and wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder as he dragged her from the room. “i hate hotch,” she said one final time, before allowing her friend to lead her to the conference room where the rest of the team was now waiting.

the jet ride on the way to that case was when the rest of the team started to realize that something was upsetting penelope. jj was the first to notice, immediately recognizing the look she wore as her “i’m still a ray of sunshine but i’m mad” look the moment garcia’s face popped up on the laptop screen. emily was the next to see it, being caught off guard by her low tone of voice and lack of decorative pet names. you squinted a little to make sure you weren’t imagining the displeasure she seemed to be wearing proudly. when you looked to derek to see if he’d noticed the same thing, you registered the knowing smirk he wore along with the excessively upbeat ring to his words and automatically knew he was aware of something no one else was.

you looked to your right, where spencer was sat beside you, and couldn’t fight a smile as you caught him deep in thought, eyes quickly scanning the case file in front of him. seeing your boyfriend in his element like that always brought a swell of happiness to your chest, no matter how gruesome the work he was focused on really was. you simply loved spencer, and loved seeing him doing what he was best at. before you could get too wrapped up in your love bubble, the words coming from the laptop speakers popped it. “oh, there she goes! agent hotchner, aren’t y/n’s eyes of adoration, those ones she only has when she looks at reid, aren’t they the cutest thing you’ve ever seen? even though we barely get to see them, because--”

“focus, baby girl,” derek reminded her, smirk still adorning his face as his eyes flickered between his case files, you, reid, and penelope’s face on the screen. your eyebrows shot up in surprise at being called out, and it took you a second to process that garcia had truly just outed your so-called eyes of adoration to your boss. still, spencer hadn’t flinched. hotch, on the other hand, seemed slightly disturbed by the tech analyst’s pointed comment. as you took in the scene before you, trying to figure out why garcia was so mad at hotch, you felt a hand drop onto your thigh. naturally, yours fell on top of the one you immediately recognized as spencer’s, and allowed your mind to return to the facts of the case while emily steered the conversation back to where it needed to be.

you made a mental note to call derek out on his withheld knowledge later.

before you had the opportunity to pull derek into a quiet hallway at the local police station and interrogate him about what he knew, hotch was shipping you and spencer off to the m.e.’s to see what you could learn from the bodies of the victims. so, while you were gone, hotch stole the opportunity from you.

“morgan,” he called, nodding his head in silent instruction for the man to follow him. the two moved a safe distance away from the rest of the team, just out of earshot as the rest of them began to bounce around potential theories, and hotch turned to morgan with a stern look. “is there something garcia thinks i need to know about?”

morgan scoffed, shaking his head with a small smile. “hotch, man, you know how she gets. she’s just a little pissed at your ‘no pda’ rule for reid and y/l/n. she’ll be over it soon.”

“i’m sorry, my ‘no pda’ rule?”

morgan paused, searching hotch’s face for any sign that he was telling one of his rare jokes. when he was certain hotch had meant his question, his face contorted, clearly showing his confusion. “did you not make a ‘no pda’ rule? because garcia is pretty sure you did.”

hotch shook his head, still not sure what a nonexistent rule had to do with anything. “no, i didn’t. i didn’t think it’d be necessary.”

morgan nodded slowly, hotch’s attention then being grabbed by the chief of police walking by. as he walked away, morgan called out to hotch one last time. “i’ll let garcia know.”

“let garcia know what?” emily’s voice was travelling over to where morgan stood, still slightly stunned in confusion. he looked up, seeing jj and emily staring back at him expectantly. he mentally shook some of the confusion away, moving back to where the others were standing before responding.

“c’mon, morgan,” jj insisted, a playful smile on her lips. “we all know garcia’s upset about something-- she’s not the best at hiding her feelings.”

“if you nosy ladies must know, she was a little upset that the lovebirds don’t exactly act like lovebirds at work. she thought hotch made some ‘no pda’ rule, but that theory was just debunked.”

“wait, so hotch didn’t tell them to keep their hands to themselves?” emily questioned doubtfully.

“no way. they’re obsessed with each other. why else would they act all professional?” jj wasn’t convinced either.

“hotch just told me to my face that he never made any rules, so i’m starting to ask that question too. maybe we just don’t notice their weirdly cute and nerdy tendencies.”

“eh,” emily doubted again, shaking her head as jj stood beside her and hummed in agreement. “we’re profilers, and on top of that, they’re our friends. do you really think we could miss that?”

“i don’t know, guys. they’re profilers too-- maybe they figured out how to fly under the radar.” so the team made an agreement. when you and spencer returned from your trip to the medical examiner’s, they would keep their eyes peeled. they’d called garcia to catch her up to speed on hotch’s lack of her suspected order, along with the plan they’d hatched in her absence. (she was shocked to hear that her assumptions were wrong, and even more irked that derek thought your love could fly under her self-declared spectacular love radar.) the girls didn’t necessarily agree, but morgan was certain that they’d see something romantic if they paid enough attention.

to say the least, the team’s behavior was obsessive. the moment you and spencer stepped foot into the police station, you could feel eyes on you. upon your arrival, you glanced back at spencer, who had held the door open for you and let you enter first, to see if he was noticing the same thing that you were. he was. he shrugged to you, focusing his energy more on updating the team on your discoveries from the m.e. than on figuring out why all your friends were staring. for the first hour that you were working from the police station, you tried to ignore it. if spencer wasn’t worrying about the suspicious behavior, why should you?

but then, penelope called. in reality, she had information to pass along that she’d been asked to gather, but that wasn’t her immediate concern when she dialed derek. “how are my lovebirds?”

hearing penelope’s greeting, you looked up to derek with a suspecting look, eyes narrowed and head slightly tilted, and he cleared his throat (partially to let her know you were in the room, and partially to keep himself from laughing). “baby girl, you’re on speaker. lovebirds present.”

“yeah, lovebirds present,” you echoed, the discontent you were feeling obvious in your voice. as you grilled derek while he carried on with his call, spencer had his eyes locked on you from his spot in the seat to your right. unbeknownst to him, jj and emily were across the room, intensely observing the entire moment. the look on spencer’s face as he watched you get a little annoyed with your friends for their shiftiness could only be described as complete adoration. it wasn’t written on his face, necessarily, but both emily and jj could easily perceive that look in the doctor’s eye. for a solid minute, spencer didn’t look anywhere but at you. what they didn’t know, though, was what he was thinking.

she’s so beautiful. even when she’s annoyed. even when she’s annoyed over something that so clearly has to do with us, and our friends. how is one person so beautiful?

when spencer was able to pull himself out of his own love struck gaze, he discreetly uncrossed his legs, allowing his to rest against the side of yours-- a little gesture you’d both taken to during cases when the other was growing a little irritated with things. feeling him make contact with you made you relax a little, shifting yourself in your chair so your weight was more directed to him as the phone call shifted to actual relevant information.

across the room, emily was gripping jj’s arm, a giant grin on her face as the two women realized that derek had been right. no matter how small the moment, they’d caught it-- slight, slight pda in the workplace. so hotch hadn’t lied.

by the end of that night, you’d solved the case. the psychopath of the week was now locked away in a cell, and, for one night, the team was able to rest easy. the only downside to the rest you’d all be getting that night was that it had to be in the same town you’d just captured a psychotic serial killer. hotch had passed along the message that, for a reason you didn’t really sympathize with, the jet couldn’t leave the ground until the next morning. so, grumpy and exhausted as ever, you followed the rest of the team’s actions of gathering their belongings from the police station and heading back to the hotel. none of you had to be paired up for rooms, but you hoped hotch would allow you and spencer to share a room for the night. on the way out of the station, you and spencer caught up to hotch, spencer immediately beginning to rant. “hey, hotch? do you mind if we, uh, share a room for the night? because, i mean, regardless of what you say, the odds of us winding up in one room despite your separating us are--” before he could get started with percentages and statistics, you placed a hand on spencer’s arm, spence quickly stopping himself from spewing out a surge of information. 

“hotch, please? the budget committee would be really happy to see one less hotel room charge for the night.” as you spoke, your hand slipped into spencer’s, fingers lacing together naturally. at your interjection, hotch smiled lightly at both of you, nodding quickly. “thanks, hotch.”

“be safe, lovebirds,” hotch called before hopping into the suv that rossi was waiting for him in.

and, conveniently enough, that forced you and spencer to pack into the other suv with jj, morgan, and emily. when spencer opened the back door, he was faced with emily’s phone. more specifically, her phone camera. “are you-- are you taking pictures of us?” he asked uncomfortably, hand still in yours. he looked over to you, to find that same annoyed look on your face from earlier in the day. he laughed lightly at your reaction, earning himself a dirty look from you before you returned to scolding your friends.

“why,” you began, hopping into the back seat and forcing emily to move over to make room for spencer. “are the three of you-- wait, no, the four of you, so obsessed with us recently? because, i’m a profiler, too, you know. i’m not dumb-- i know you three have been in cahoots with garcia over something. so why don’t you just confess now?”

“baby angel, that is confidential information,” derek taunted from the driver’s seat, finally pulling out of the parking lot and beginning the ride to the hotel. spencer’s hand had left yours and found a new home on your thigh, but you were too busy getting your friends to confess their sins to rest yours on top of his like you usually did. jj chuckled from the passenger seat, shaking her head and avoiding your intense gaze from the backseat.

“jennifer, do you have something you’d like to share with the class?”

“no, no, no,” jj whined, turning to face you. “please don’t pull the jennifer card, you know i hate that!”

“and you know y/n hates secrets, jennifer,” spencer teased, smirk still adorning his face. at his support, you gave him a quick smile, your hand finally moving over his on your leg.

“fine, i’ll confess, since the other federal agents in this car are too chicken,” emily redirected, earning a few sounds of disagreement from the front seat. “we may or may not have been profiling you kids all day. but, in all honesty, it’s garcia’s fault-- she started it!”

“why are you profiling us?” spencer inquired with a look of genuine curiosity on his face.

“yeah, why are you profiling us? and why’s it penelope’s fault?” finally having some sort of closure on the topic and knowing more of an explanation was to come, you relaxed a bit, leaning into spencer and allowing him to toss and arm around your shoulder.

the group gasped when they watched you casually nuzzle into your boyfriend’s side, calling for the return of spencer’s surprised expression. this time, though, you laughed at the uproar, knowing they were about to make it all make sense for you. “basically,” morgan began through chuckles. “penelope thought hotch made a ‘no pda’ rule when you guys first started dating, and she wasn’t happy about it. but then hotch told me the rule didn’t exist--”

“because it doesn’t,” spencer interrupted.

“i know, pretty boy. so then we were trying to figure out why you don’t do the whole pda thing, and me, being the genius i am, figured you two must have some little things you do in place of pda that we don’t notice. and, like usual, i was right.”

at that, jj was scoffing. “alright, hotshot, take it easy. the team figured it out together.”

“we don’t not do pda,” spencer corrected. “we just don’t do the same things everybody else does, i guess.”

“yeah,” you chimed in as a grin spread across your face. “we’re special, and you guys are just jealous.”

“i, for one, have nothing to be jealous of. y/n has her love for reid, reid has his love for y/n, and i have my love for sergio. what more could i ask for?”

the rest of the drive to the hotel was about as peaceful as it could’ve been, but you and spencer were both relieved to be alone by the time you got to your room. the minute you heard the door shut behind him, you were essentially pouncing on spencer. he was surprised at first, but after humming a laugh into the kiss, his hands found the side of your face and he was melting into you. your arms wrapped around his waist as your lips melded with his, all the love you’d felt for him resurfacing at once. after what was probably too long for either of your lungs to handle, you pulled back from him, dropping your head onto his chest and letting your eyes close. his chin rested on your head for a few moments, and when he lifted it again, you looked up at him with a small, endearing smile. “hi there,” he said quietly, returning your loving gaze.

“hi,” you whispered, leaning up and pecking his lips a couple more times. “sorry, i just thought i should get that out of my system.”

“did you? get it out of your system?” you raised your eyebrows, almost laughing at his words. he thought for a moment, then shook his head and leaned back into you. “i didn’t. c’mere, please.”

for the next few minutes, you and spencer stood in the doorway of the hotel room, bags tossed haphazardly on the floor by your feet as he kissed you. you exchanged a few playful words between breaths, both of you giggling lightly into the other before reconnecting your lips. inevitably, you broke apart and began getting ready for bed, but only after spencer felt like he’d gotten enough of your lips to make up for the day he’d spent admiring you from afar.

the team seemed to think that you and spencer were against pda, but they had no idea what it was like to really be with spencer. not dr. reid, or spencer reid from the fbi, but just spencer. the love he had for you could only be matched by the love you had for him, and both of your ability to keep your lips to yourselves during a work day seemed to completely throw your friends off. they knew how in love the two of you were, but they didn’t know what it was like for it to be just y/n and spence. they didn’t know that whenever one of you left the room to shower, it wasn’t without a quick ‘i love you’ and a kiss. they didn’t know that when you two were alone in a room, it was constant cuddling and hugging and holding and touching. understandably, they didn’t know that, as torturous as it was to keep your hands off each other during a case or when you were under the scope of the bureau, the evenings and nights you got to spend to yourselves, away from all eyes, made it worth it.

the nights after a case had finished and you’d yet to be assigned another were always the best. you got to fall asleep in spencer’s arms, not worrying about the next killer you had to stop, but instead focused on the serenity that spencer brought you. on every one of those nights, spencer would jump into bed like a child, getting himself comfortable before looking to you with all the love in the world and open arms. he’d mutter a little, “are you comfy?” every time, and once he got confirmation that you were, he’d follow with an “i love you.” that was exactly the routine of that specific night, and you didn’t hesitate to say it back.

“i love you, spence.” those would be your last words of the night before you knocked out, spencer following close behind.

unfortunately, that sleep would be interrupted.

one thing you and spencer did take note of through kisses and showers and cuddles was the door directly in front of your bed. you were in a connecting room. it was something you’d both noticed but neither addressed, not thinking for a moment that it would be the source of a disruption during the night. so, when spencer woke up at 4:13am to the sound of the door handle shimmying, he was stunned and confused to say the least. immediately thinking the worst, he reached a hand out to the nightstand on his left, opening the drawer and placing a hand over the gun he’d dropped into it before falling asleep. after a few moments and some mutters from the other side of the door, it finally squeaked its way open, only to reveal--

“are you three serious?”

it was the rumble of spencer’s chest as he spoke that woke you. you felt the vibrations of his voice under your cheek, which was pressed against his body as his right arm wrapped around you and landed on the small of your back. you’d been dreaming, so when you woke up to spencer talking, you weren’t sure whether it was real or not for a few seconds. then, spencer was retracting his hand from the drawer and sliding it shut again, and you knew whatever was going on around you was really going on. you forced one eye open, looking up at your boyfriend to see an unimpressed look on his face. “what? what is it?” your voice was small, faltering as you began to stir in his arms.

“aw, they do cuddle!” immediately, you recognized the voice at the door as emily’s. you lifted your head to look to the door, groaning loudly when your eyes confirmed your brain’s suspicions. emily, morgan, and jj. “that’s so adorable! i need a picture! for garcia!”

“pretty boyyy,” derek was chiming in then, his smirk somehow audible through his voice. “you do like pda! private display of affection!”

“oh my god,” you groaned again, dropping your face back to spencer’s chest and trying to focus on the sound of his (slightly rapid) heartbeat instead of your friends’ voices. “are you fucking drunk right now?”

“we’re drunk,” emily confirmed, hiccuping and letting a giggle slip past her lips. “and you’re in love.”

“hey, that’s a beyonce song, prentiss. we be all night! loooove!” derek’s falsetto was bouncing around the room, drawing yet another groan from you. you moved your right hand from spencer’s chest to cover your exposed ear, squeezing your eyes shut and praying for the singing to end. 

“okay, okay,” your muffled hearing caught jj calling. “let’s let the lovebirds sleep now, okay?”

“yeah, let’s let the lovebirds sleep. get out, and lock the door behind you.” you knew you loved sleepy, grouchy spencer for a reason, and that was it. he was just as irritable as you in that state.

after a few camera shudders which you safely assumed were due to emily finally snapping her pictures of you cuddled up with your boyfriend to send to garcia, along with a few more mutters of disagreement from the two drunken agents, you heard the door click shut again. “i hate them. so much.”

spencer sighed from beneath you, his arm returning to your back as your eyes fluttered shut again. as he readjusted, shifting his head a few times to get back to the comfort he’d had before, he hummed in response to you. “i agree.”

“goodnight again,” you muttered. “i love you.”

“goodnight. i love you.”

it was going to be a fun jet ride in the morning.

[iamvegorott]

How all the couples celebrate Valentine's

Danti

They're the kind of couple that get each other flowers

Dark gives Anti a bouquet of purple chrysanthemums and a box of chocolate peanut butter cups. He also uses his inner Damien to make a nice dinner.

Anti gives Dark red & blue roses and a double chocolate cupcake.

The twins also take turns giving their fathers valentines

Nyx gives sour patch kids

Eos gives Russel Stovers (Nyx jokingly calls her a basic bitch)

Marvin & Chase

Marvin & Chase don't really do flowers, since Chase is allergic

With magic, Marvin makes Chase a chocolate rose that looks like an actual rose

Chase gets Marvin a stuffed animal of a black cat & some cool new tarot cards

Dapperstache

Jameson gets Wilford a bouquet of Wild Williams (per Dark's recommendation) & a box of peppermint chocolates

Wilford gets Jameson creme-filled caramels

Madmare

Neither are the best at gift-giving, but they try their best

Neither of them are really into flowers either

Can't really keep it secret, since Mad's an empath

Mare gets mad a giant pack of Diet Coke

Mad gets Mare giant stuffed animal (it has become a yearly joke gift)

Blank gets a fidget toy from both of them

Gin, Gunther, & Peevils

Gin teaches Peevils about the yearly earth custom of Valentine's Day & she loves it right away

Gin gives his partners, you guessed it, ro-ses!

He gives Gunther red ones & Peevils pink ones

Peevils is amazed that flowers can be so many different colors & types

Gunther gives them both hot cocoa bombs, because...you know...bombs

Peevils gives Gin a heart kaleidoscope, since she knows how much he loves looking at "pretty colors"

Peevils gives Gunther chocolate in the shape of a gun

Jamie gets honey buns, of course

Sammy (Gin & Gunther's kid) gets light up headphones

Gin misses giving gifts to his captain friend

Though they were AroAce, they always enjoyed whatever he gave them

Actor & Mike

Actor is a romantic

Actor gives Mike forget-me-nots & makes him a dinner of his favorite pasta (broccoli alfredo with bowtie noodles)

Mike makes Actor a red-velvet cupcake with cream cheese icing & red roses, of course

Aurora gets creme filled donuts

Noist

It's Night's first Valentine's with someone he actually loves/wasn't forced to marry

Night gives the Host an audiobook of the Edgar Allen Poe story collection

The Host gives Night red dahlias, since they symbolize elegance ("not that Night would need more to inflate his ego" the Host narrates)

Conny & Eclipse get to make a special star & name it

Murdoir

Noir gets Murdock a Plague Doctor plushie & a knife with their names engraved on it

Murdock isn't the sentimental type, so he's bad at thinking of gifts

Murdock gets Noir a big bottle of his favorite whiskey

Lydia surprises them with their own candlelit dinner by the lake

Murdock assures Lydia that he owes her a kill for this

Asher gets chocolate cherries, since they're their favorite

Wren gets a signed copy of Good Omens (it's one of his favorite shows)

Ballu

They also had to be taught about this earth holiday

Bandit gets Allu a plague nurse plushie & hamster earrings (totally legally, she definitely didn't steal them *wink* *wink*)

Allu gets Bandit one of those balance balls, since she always plays with the one on their desk, as well as some Black Pansies, since they remind Allu of her

Ray gets his first pair of headphones & loves them instantly

Portview

Crystal & Helena always gave each other flowers with specific meaning

For their first Valentine's back together, Crystal gives Helena a bouquet of Amaranthus (for never fading feelings) & baby's breath (for everlasting love)

Helena gives Crystal white roses (meaning love forever)

Crystal gives Dark a cactus (meaning maternal love)

Crystal gives Gin Dark Center Poppies (meaning beauty, magic, & eternal life)

Crystal influences Helena to also get a cactus for Actor, rather than her usual passive-agressive roses

Yanois

Illinois gets Yancy tickets to his favorite musical

Yancy gets Illinois caramel filled chocolates & carnations

Chicago gets patches to add to her jacket

Ms. Whitacre, as usual, makes everyone cookies.

OH THESE ARE ALL SO ADORABLE!!! <3 <3 <3