#Happy Birthday Emma Images

[anna-maria-nicole]

Happy Birthday Emma Images #HappyBirthdayEmma #HappyBirthday #Emma

[where-dreams-dwell]

Dexter is a cautionary tale of the need to accept discomfort as a part of life, with Emma as his contrast and aspirational example.

Throughout the show Emma embodies determination and self assurance. The only reason she thinks she can change the world is.. because why couldn’t she? In contrast Dexter has no idea what he wants and kind of resents having to even think about it, hence his jumping between careers and looking for purpose for the whole show.

While Em knows what she wants emotionally (the satisfaction or having made a difference, the achievement of doing what she always wanted) but isn’t sure on the specifics of what that will look like (I’ll write plays, no write poetry, no I’ll teach, okay no I’ll write a book), Dexter knows the specifics (I’ll be rich and famous) but doesn’t know what he wants emotionally (‘what will that look like?’ ‘I don’t know’).

While Dex is always running from uncomfortable feelings Em faces then head on and comes out the other side, able to learn from them.

As Dex is travelling to put off making long term decisions, Em has taken the first opportunity to do what she wants: writing, be it books, poems or in this instance plays.

On holiday Dex can’t allow himself to admit that he fancy’s Em and to leave it at that, he has to run from the honesty and vulnerability of that moment by adding on ‘but I pretty much fancy everyone’. In doing this you could argue that he looses his chance with her for several years, where as Emma’s confidence could have resulted in them getting together much sooner.

Dex misses his mothers last birthday because he doesn’t want to face reality. Instead of reacting to the fear and anger and pain of her diagnosis by spending every moment he can with her, or sitting down to have heart to heart talks with her, or helping her out in any meaningful way Dex runs away and numbs himself with substances, and is passed out for the little time he is in her presence.

When he’s nervous people won’t (or already don’t) like him on TV he again turns to substances to numb his feelings, and (instead of taking Em’s advice to ignore them) looks for reassurance from hangers on who don’t actually know him that well. He can’t sit in that worry/fear/discomfort so he finds a way to stop feeling.

When Dex’s marriage falls apart we see him running away to Paris to visit Em. And sure there are ulterior motives here (his hope and assuming that this could be the start of their romantic relationship) but the writer shows him literally traveling away from the country where his failed marriage, child and previous life were as he is show to be angrily talking about his divorce. As an image it appears like he’s running away from the reality of the divorce or running to Em for a distraction. It definitely supports Ems assumptions that he’s not serious about a relationship with her; she’s seen this behaviour in Dex before.

It’s even funny how in small ways we don’t see him handle upsetting things until the very end. Talking about his first marriage and the production the day became? Dex admits he didn’t want to rock the boat so he didn’t fight anything/reject anything/ have much say at all in his wedding. Sylvie drops off Jasmine? Dex is still at the cafe so Em is the one managing slightly awkward small talk. Jasmine practising her violin? We get a brief moment with Dex too but mainly it’s Em sitting through the recitals. In that last episode when they’re struggling with fertility, Em is the one who sits down and talks out her anger and fear and worry, where as Dex (who probably knew what the root of it all was) was happy to leave her to process it how she need to and support her while she did. If she hadn’t brought it up he wouldn’t have said anything.

That’s not becisarily a bad thing (Dex could have known that Em needed to process it herself before talking to him) but it is interesting that the writers engineer Dex to avoid all these moments of emotional discomfort. It reinforces his characterisation of being avoidant when confronted with conflict.

In contrast we kind of constantly see Em having to face hard moments and working through them.

Don’t know what to do with your life? Move to London to try and aim to work in your dream field. London life and restaurant job not going the way you planned? Commit to Dex’s suggestion of teacher training. Time to confess a secret? Here’s a hugely personal one about my past feelings for you. Past crush admits he kind-if fancy’s you? Stick to being honest about your past feelings and don’t take the opening to downplay them. You feel shit about your life and your secret affair? Well let’s turn that into motivation to finally write that book.

Not happy with your long term partner? End the relationship.

Emma’s whole confrontation with Ian is a masterclass in facing difficult conversations and emotions, being vulnerable and open and honest about your feelings, and finding empathy for another outside your point of view. And look what she gains from facing that hard in comfortable conversation? Closure, and a kind of friendship, one that lasts even after she dies.

When Dex confessed that he hoped they would start a romantic relationship in Paris, Em sits him down and starts that hard conversation about how she doesn’t think that is 1) what he even wants and 2) would work between them. She doesn’t brush off of hide from the conversation. And then when she has more information and time to think she commits to Dex.

Even after they sleep together there’s a scene of Em laying the ground rules, making it clear to Dex what she will and won’t stand in this relationship. That’s an awkward conversation to have but Em doesn’t hesitate and makes sure he knows from the get go what she expects and deserves. The writers are constantly showing us ‘Em doesn’t run from uncomfortable feelings’.

And then the tragic twist of fate: Emma is gone and Dexter finally has to learn to live with emotional discomfort. He can’t keep running because there is no escaping this, not like he did with his mum. Like he says to Imaginary-Emma ‘why would time change anything’. He is going to feel like this forever, there is no escaping it. Finally he is learning to face it, manage it, and work through it.

Of course Emma is far more than a literally device and is her own layered and well established character. But in this regard for Dex it’s almost as if she’s the final lesson for him to work through to grow up enough so he can eventually choose to return to the place they met.

And it could even come across as a reward for him; in learning to live with those difficult emotions, his reward is being able to remember Emma fondly, and to return to the place they met to seek out those memories. The memories are bittersweet, but now he remembers Emma as she was and not how she never got to be.

Like his dad said, he is eventually able to ‘live [his] life as if she were still here’ but in order to do that he first had to accept that she was gone.

[starryluminary]

Ridonculous Race but Noah is friends with Owen part 8: Where would I be without you?

I am holding back on yelling for ten paragraphs about this moment in rr proper. Instead I will say that I made Emma outright say she can’t be with Noah cause I feel like adding the “not on the show” part does not warrant such a strong reaction. Also Owen tries so hard. He cares so much and tries so hard and it’s borderline therapeutic to draw Noah reciprocating the efforts (in his own silly ways)

It’s also been a full year since I’ve initially started this series! Happy Birthday, Noah is friends with Owen!

Transcript:

Image 1 Emma: I like you!! A lot! Emma: But…

Image 2 Emma: …I can’t be with you. I’m sorry.

Image 3 Owen: Oh boy.

Image 4 Don: Reality TV schmos- I mean “Pros”… Don: I’m afraid you’re last. It’s time to go…

Image 5 Don: …Is what I would have said if this were an elimination round, but it isn’t!

Image 6 Don, offscreen: Congratulations, guys! You’re still in the game!

Image 7 Owen: Noah…? You ok, buddy? Noah: I… Uhm…

Image 8 Noah: …Ow.

Image 9 Owen: Aww, Noah!! Owen: Don’t worry- it might hurt now, but things will get better! I promise!!

Image 10 Owen: Besides… There’s ton of other fish in the sea. Like this one! Owen, in cursive: I wuv you, Noah! Kissy kissy, mwah mwah mwah! Noah: Ew. No thank you.

Image 11 Noah: I think it likes you, though.

Image 12 Owen: Oh my— NOAH!! Owen: That’s a dead fish- why would you do this to me?! Noah: Ha ha ha

Image 13 Noah: Ha… Noah: …Thanks, Owen.

Image 14 Owen: Ha. Owen: Glad I could help!

[shady-swan-jones]

Happy Autumn season! Fics for your cocooning era

Too Well Tangled (18/21 - "J'adoube") by @myfearless-love

Determined and tough-minded Emma Nolan is on a singular mission: to rescue her dim-witted brother from the clutches of Killian Jones, the infamously rakish Marquess of Hookstone. Little did she anticipate her own burgeoning desire for the audacious, unscrupulous scoundrel she intended to despise. Killian Jones, the enigmatic Marquess of Hookstone, has more than earned his sinister sobriquet, the "Prince of Darkness."

Dreams That You Wish Will Come True by @snowbellewells

Granted a night to seek adventure and dreams, young Killian Jones meets young Princess Emma at her birthday ball. Though the moment is filled with all the excitement and magic of the best fairy tales, it is over too soon and he must leave before the dream is shattered. Will they find each other again? A Reverse Cinderella AU

The Witch in the Woods by @hollyethecurious

“If it’s aid of a magical sort ye seek, then you’ll be wanting to find the witch in the woods.” That’s what the apothecary had told him. The witch in the woods. A designation that brought forth images of an old crone, hump-backed and wrinkled with warts on her nose and long spindling fingers whose knuckles were gnarled and stiff - not the blonde goddess currently grinding an assortment of herbs with her mortar and pestle, her brilliant jade eyes sparkling in the candlelight that was also casting a honeyed glow over her smooth, creamy skin.

Untie Me (7/?) by @shady-swan-jones

“Save the smolder, Jones, you already have me.” But the compliment hits despite her deflection, nestles stubbornly in her heart. 

“Oh well, now it’s over,” he makes an exaggerated face and moves to retreat. He shakes his head, lips together in a line. “Emma, you and I are just beginning. Let me make you feel good.”

She smirks, heat rising to her chest. “How good?”

laundry day by ssadumbass

killian and emma spend some quality time together on laundry day

At the Dawn There is Rejoicing by jdmusiclover

Emma Gold has led a difficult life. Her brother and her father died when she was a child, and she was then coerced into marrying the odious Neal Gold. She thought she’d been granted a reprieve when he was believed to be lost at sea–only for him to return disabled and in need of a caregiver. Killian is a newspaper reporter who is tired of his routine life. When he falls ill, his editor forces him to take a sabbatical. What will happen when Emma takes Killian in as a border for the summer?

Exacting His Revenge by @jrob64

When Hook sees an opportunity to finally get his revenge on Rumplestiltskin, he seizes it, putting him in the company of Emma Swan. A season 2 canon divergent story.

the most dangerous thing is to love by @exhaustedpirate

The Darkness whispers in Killian's ears and he lets it, lets it play him like a puppet so he can get his revenge. But what if the strings are cut? Will he let it manipulate him until his worst nightmare comes true? Until he destroys his happy ending?

Overboard by @elizabeethan

Emma Swan spends years trying to find her parents, and when she finally does, she gets more than she bargains for

Finding Home by PirateDragon28

Emma Swan is living with her twin sister Ruth and Ruth’s 3 year old daughter, Flo. Emma and Ruth were separated at birth and found each other half a year before Flo was born. Now they live in a small 2 bedroom apartment together. Emma’s a bail bondsperson and Ruth works as a police officer for the BPD.

Heart Bound by @4getfulimaginator2022

CS historical AU (mid-19th century), real world setting, teacher!Emma and artist!Killian. After years of private tutoring, Emma goes to teach in a village by the sea in a desperate bid to escape her heartbreak and the outside world. She thinks that she'll always be lonely and out of place, but the local lighthouse keeper, a fellow recluse and the town outcast, makes her see that she is right where she belongs.

Trying Something New by @overlordofthelollipopguild

After Rumplestiltskin traps Emma and Killian in the past, they manage to escape him and realize they will have to live in the past in order to catch up to the future.

Murder Most Foul by CSColifer 

Murdered Killian Jones has one last message for Emma Swan.

Love Bites (But So Do I) by @grimmswan

"Do you have any idea how tempting you look? It's going to take everything in me not to ravage you in front of everyone."

"I'm sure we can find some place to indulge ourselves." Emma grinned wickedly at her lover.

a place in time - chapter xv by @swanslieutenant

Emma’s an agent working to reunite missing people with their families when the biggest missing persons case of all time appears in front of her in a flash of bright, white light. Thousands of missing people from throughout history, including one particular pirate, appear on the shore of a lake in the middle of winter: none have aged a day since their disappearance and, with no memory of their missing time, must venture into a strange and uncertain future. Loosely based on the TV show “the 4400.”

A Cottage by the Sea by @snowbellewells

Princess Emma has always been drawn to the shores of Misthaven, where the sea meets the shore near her parents’ castle. When an unknown boy washes up on the sand, with eyes as fathomless and blue as the waters that brought him to her, he soon becomes Emma’s best friend, her partner in crime, and her other half.

Flight 815 by @honey77bun

"Hello, who is this? Director William Webster's voice called out. "Hello, this is your assistant, Strickland. I'm calling you on a very important matter." "What's the reason?" "In the case of Flight 815. As you know, at the Coast Guard Air Base in Miami, a girl named Emma Swan appeared on board the plane." "Did you find out she wasn't a spy?"

Can I Be Your Werewolf? by @belovedcreation

After a particularly nasty encounter with a criminal, bounty hunter Emma Swan's friend convinces her to adopt a guard dog from the shelter. Little does she know that the massive dog she brings home is really the werewolf Killian Jones, who's laying low in wolf form to hide from danger. She forms a bond with her pet, one that is tested and strengthened once Killian reveals his true nature. But Killian will never be a free man and Emma will never heal from her past until a power-hungry werewolf is stopped from his mission to control all of Storybrooke.

Burn The Ships (4/?) by @booksteaandtoomuchtv

Pan and his pack of gruesome werewolves torment and put an end to individuals who find themselves unlucky enough to be a guest of Neverland. After being betrayed by her ex, Emma finds herself the game in this month’s hunt.

Captain Hook has never found the sport particularly alluring, preferring to spend his change far from Pan’s cruel crew. When he catches the scent of his mate, he is forced to join in the hunt to find her before the others can.

Saving her will mean betraying Pan and no one betrays Peter Pan and lives to tell about it

An Offer She Can’t Refuse (3/3) by @deckerstarblanche

As soon as he cracked his eyes open the next morning, Killian knew she was gone. With a frustrated groan, he glared up at the stucco ceiling and flipped over onto his stomach, pressing his face into her pillow and feeling like a fool.

Welcome to the Enchanted forest by Emmaducklingsaviour

Post curse and on her 16th birthday Emma gets herself in a time loop with dire consequences. Before she can face them, Emma, Killian, Elsa and Red are suddenly pulled through a portal, returning to the Enchanted forest. This is a direct continuation of Welcome to the Storybrooke

Hope will come by AlwineMews

A new curse has sent the small town of Storybrooke into a deep sleep, freezing time in place. Shortly before the curse broke, a stranger kidnapped Emma and Killian's newborn daughter, Hope, and took her out of town. 28 years later, Hope accidentally drives into Storybrooke and breaks the curse as she crosses the town line.

Can Emma, Henry, Natalia and Killian become a family? And what is the story behind the missing persons and the sudden appearance of Sherlock Holmes?

Misthaven by IreneRose21

After Killian was resurrected by Zeus, the whole town of Storybrooke comes back to The Enchanted Forest. Snow and David become Queen and King of Misthaven again, the largest and most loved Kingdom in the whole Realm. That is until they are betrayed and murdered by a close ally, which causes all the Realm to enter in the most deadly war The Enchanted Forest will ever see.

Happy Beginning Captain Swan by isaballerina89

After Emma Swan finished the final battle with the adult Gideon, Storybrooke changes for the better. Emma and Killian finally have a life that they both can enjoy together without fighting the town's villains.

Unfinished Business by ohmakemeahercules

Don’t let me be your unfinished business, Emma had said. Killian has a lot of thoughts to process and emotions to process before that happens. Takes place right after he sends Emma up the elevator in 5x20 Firebird.

Forget Me Not, Prologue by @zaharadessert

The village of Storybrooke is as unremarkable as any number of villages in the English countryside. It has a pub, a church, a post office and a village green. But one summer a little boy and his mother come to stay, and suddenly some remarkable things start to happen...

Timeless by @killiansprincss

Season 3 divergence - When Zelenas time portal works, Henry wakes up alone in Storybrooke and must travel to the Enchanted Forest to get his family back. Only once he gets there he quickly realises its not like the one in his book, theres no Evil Queen and his mother Emma wasn't put through a wardrobe, theres even a poster inviting the entire kingdom to her engagement ball, to Hook. What will happen once Henry gets them to break this new curse and they get their memories back?

Once Upon A Grimm by @hollyethecurious

The world was far more complex than most people realized. Humans went about their lives, completely ignorant of the fact that there was a world of fairytales existing right alongside them. Well, not really fairytales. Not in the Disney sense, anyway. Many, like the Grimm brothers, had woven the truth into their stories, but the creatures they wrote about were even more nightmarish than their macabre and monstrous depictions.

free fallin' by temporarystatus

On a dark and stormy Halloween night 27 years ago, five people stepped onto an elevator. They never stepped off. Now 28, Emma Swan and her son Henry work together to discover what caused her parents and the other inhabitants to suddenly disappear.

Anything Could Happen (2024) by wildseafairies

Killian and Emma have been friends for years. Not just friends, though—best friends. Until today, that is. Something has changed between them, Killian just can't put his finger on what it is. So, when an inebriated Emma stumbles in the dark room he's been hiding in during Mary Margaret and David's engagement party (and doesn't seem to recognize him), Killian sees his chance at untangling whatever went wrong there by taking an epic trip down memory lane with her. And maybe—just maybe—that's also the way for both of them to confront the intricate feelings they've been quietly harboring for each other…Who knows?

Your Loved by StonEvo

Emma just needs to make it through her Senior year. Then Henry and herself can finally be free of the system and be there own family. But will her New Foster mom, Mary Margaret worm her way into there hearts. And what's with the town sheriff always eyeing her new guardian. Emma could careless if it weren't for the fact that the towns resident bad boy is always with said sheriff also giving her eyes as well as weird butterfly like feeling in her stomach. None of that matters, because Emma's going to graduate and leave this dumb little town behind and hopefully out run the past she also left behind in Boston. All she needs is the only person who truly loves her, Henry.

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Birthday Expectations

One shot | Once Upon a Time Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 3k+

Summary: Just some birthday fluff, reader doesn’t like to do much for their birthday but when Mary Margret throws her a surprise party, she starts to realise just how badly she wants one thing, to leave. 

A/n: Not proof read well cause it's me so I apologise for the mistakes <3

Walking into Granny’s you knew what awaited you. Whilst Mary Margret may have been known for not being able to keep a secret, she certainly kept this one quiet. It was the gathering of cars and less than subtle shuffles that came from inside that gave it away, there was no doubt about it, a horde of people were waiting inside to ambush you with birthday wishes. 

The bell chimed and there was barely a second between the jingle running through the room and the off key singing that came from what looked like the whole of Storybrooke. The smiles that were stretched across everyone’s faces brought a warmth to your chest and you desperately wanted to enjoy this moment, but tears were welling up in your eyes and you hadn’t had the heart to tell the pixie haired brunette next to you it was from a sad longing to just be alone. 

The truth was you weren’t a fan of your birthday, it seemed to only bring disappointment and it was just safer keeping your heart under lock and key, never expecting anything, and certainly not expecting a whole town to gather to celebrate with you. Getting your hopes up only meant one thing, you were going to get hurt. So, you told yourself to enjoy this small moment for what it was, temporary. 

Heels clicked in the distance and when you looked to the opposite side of the room, eyes darting past a sea of strangers, there she was. Candlelight illuminated her olive skin, fire dancing in her chocolate eyes as she concentrated on holding your birthday cake whilst Emma barged through the crowd making a path for Regina to gracefully sashay through. 

“Happy birthday!” Emma exclaimed through a wide smile, offering a small hug, and quickly moving out of the way; revealing the breath-taking sight of Regina in a tight fitted red dress. 

Chanel perfume and vanilla icing permeated the air around you, suddenly no one else mattered. Suddenly, it was just you and her. A smirk appeared on her lips, looking down to the cake then back at you, she quirked an eyebrow. 

“I think this is where you make a wish.” Emma said, lightly nudging you with her elbow. 

Jumping back into your body you realised the singing had come to a halt and you were gawking at Regina, drool practically making its way down your chin with a full audience. 

“Oh, ummm, right.” You stumbled. Leaning forward, trying not to stare at the full display of cleavage directly at eye level, you closed your eyes picturing where you wanted to be and blew out your candles, sending a wave of cheers across the swarm. Painted in your mind were the stars above you and the solidity of the ground colliding with you back, the true image of peace and solitude, that was your wish. 

Almost an hour had passed, and it wasn’t surprising to see everyone had dispersed into small groups, talking amongst themselves, laughs and chatter filled the small diner, though somehow, you’d managed to end up alone.

Looking out to the barren street, the clatter of dishes and voices faded into background noise. No one had forced you into the little booth or put you on a time out, you couldn’t be mad. So why was there an all-consuming battle taking place within you? Some distant longing begging for someone to notice your absence. 

It was an odd feeling you hadn’t experienced in a while, feeling alone whilst being surrounded by people. It was safe to say, the feeling hadn’t been missed, creeping up on you and consuming all the self-dependent thoughts you’d spent years working on. Everything in you wanted to run, use the fact no one was looking your way to your benefit. The brush of skin against your hand erased all thoughts of a quick exit, especially now that you were wedged between the window and- perfume, spiced apples, and a faint whiff of hairspray- Regina. 

Her fingertips tenderly brushed against your hand for mere seconds, but by fair or by foul, they left behind a tingling sensation that somehow craned its way into your bloodstream, sending sparks flying through your whole body. 

“I can hear the cogs you know.” 

Finally finding the courage to look away from the window, you turned to Regina. With the room lit far more sufficiently than when you’d last been so close, you could see her fully. Breath-taking. That’s what she was. A thin layer of foundation, straightened silky hair, lined lips coated in blood red to match her dress and just above them, that scar. Night after night that scar seemed to haunt you, the feeling of running your lips along it, kissing the perfect imperfection. 

“What?” you finally choked out, still half dazed, and helplessly trying to ignore the twitch in your fingers that so desperately wanted to reach out, to familiarise themselves with the indented portion of skin you were trying to pry your eyes away from. 

“In your head,” she quirked, a soft smile gracing her plump lips accompanied by a light shoulder bump, “What are you thinking about, sitting here by yourself?” 

Stringing a simple sentence together had never felt this hard, “I, I was just, ummmm.” Great start. You could tell her the truth, though that would require digging into your mind and actually thinking about why exactly you were sitting by yourself. A lie then. “I just needed to rest my feet.” 

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow moved skyward by only a centimetre. “I can see how one would miss all the other free booths and randomly find themselves sitting at the only one that’s deserted,” she turned her head, scanning the room, “closest to the door.” 

There wasn't much else to do other than avert your eyes to your hands and awkwardly shuffle in your seat. The rug was pulled from straight under you, leaving you free falling in mid-air whilst someone in the distance kept singing about a whole new world; one you’d yet to discover. In fairness, Regina was right, of all the booths that had free seats you’d managed to conveniently pick the one that was farthest away from the happy crowds and with the easiest exit strategy. 

“Crazier things have happened.” You mumbled, keeping your head hung low. 

An amused huff came from beside you, a breath of warm air brushed against your cheek, sending another myriad of sparks flying through your body. It was as though you had no control of yourself when your eyes darted to Regina, and not a morsel of regret was found when you saw the gentleness in her eyes and the comforting velvet smile adorning her painted lips. 

“That they have. But you still haven’t truthfully answered the question.”

Guess there was no escaping this one, lying clearly wasn’t an option. “It’s easy to feel invisible with a whole town cramped into one small space, so I just let it happen. I know Mary spent a lot of time on things and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that this isn’t really what I do, parties, crowds, the whole shebang. It’s better to keep things low key and quiet because,” because there’s no chance of getting hurt, you wanted to say it, god, you wanted to just let it all out, but the words sounded too pitiful, too small and weak, “It’s just easier that way.”

Her eyes glazed over, like she was a world away, lost in a distant memory, “because there’s no chance of being disappointed or forgotten when it’s just you?” 

“I-” 

There was no time to tell her she’d hit the nail right on the head, purple smoke engulfed the two of you, rendering you all but blind in a haze of smog. With your vision obscured your senses were suddenly heightened, earthy smells filled your nostrils, the sharp smell of grass accompanied with soft, delicate, welcoming floral scents filled your nose. The smoke slowly cleared, revealing an open field with nothing but the night sky above you, the moon illuminating and bouncing off a vast array of coloured petals. 

“Regina?” 

Before you could wrap your head around what was happening Regina knelt on what looked to be a tartan blanket, slowly easing herself down with - as always - the grace and composure of a queen. She arched her neck to look up at you, tilting her head ever so slightly, beckoning you to join her.

The moonlight shone down on her perfectly, her eyes glistened in the meek presence of lunar light, stars danced in chestnut irises, mapping out a linear path to dilated pupils that remained focussed on one thing only, you. How someone could be both intimidating and downright adorable was completely and utterly confounding.

Slowly she reached a hand out; not knowing exactly how long you’d been stood getting lost in her eyes, you slid your hand into hers, attempting to ignore the butterflies that were flittering low in your stomach. Regina laid back, letting her head peak over the edge of the blanket, whisps of brown cascaded over shards of green. Thoughts of running your finger through her hair filled your mind, letting them disappear, just as the grass did, into thick brunette locks to graze gently over her scalp. 

Following in suit you discovered the ground to be uneven and slightly bumpy, mud piles prodding at your back. After shuffling a little you found an agreeable position, the fingers that remained interlaced between your own seemed distraction enough from the cold earth that bit down on your thin clothing.

When you stole a glance at Regina her eyes were shut, chest rising and falling at a steady pace, maybe a little faster than normal, but then again, you had not often found yourself assessing the rate of someone’s breathing. Her face muscles were relaxed, it was like her cold mayoral exterior had melted, swept away by the cold evening breeze, and left behind was only her, only Regina. 

How anyone could look at her and not see beneath the facade bewildered you, it was plain as day, she was good, she is good, pure, caring and kind. Everyone in town had a past, things they wished to forget, and the more time you spent with her, the more you saw she was the same, just another tortured soul scathed by a harrowing past, though townsfolk readily liked to forget that. Day in day out she battled inner demons, inner personas that demanded to be set free, and she did it without so much as batting an eyelid. 

“I notice when you’re not there.” Her eyes were still closed whilst yours doubled in size, if it wasn’t said with such sureness, you would have missed it completely being too lost in thought. The butterflies in your stomach that lay dormant were woken, weaving between them a rope that was being endlessly knotted time and time again, her words echoing in your ears. 

“I- That’s-,” taking a crisp gulp of air in, you let the cold fill your lungs, still your beating heart. Then set to releasing the warmed breath of air back out, watching the small cloud of condensation float away into the night, and hopefully with it, the inability to form a sentence, “How do you always know what to say? And how on earth did you know I wanted to come here?” 

“I can read minds.”

“I’m being serious Mills.”

“So am I.” 

Turning her head to look at you, a wide smile broke out across her face, her cheeks protruded out and a full set of pearly whites revealed themselves before the both of you burst out laughing. If one sound could feel like home, it was that laugh, low, hearty and raspy as the symphony passed through her lips, rumbling in her chest. The weight of the world that pulled you down was suddenly alleviated, gravity ceased to exist, the laughter pumping you with helium until you were floating on cloud nine. 

Laugher echoed through the field, fading into comfortable silence. Distant longing eyes looked into one another, peeling back layer after layer of armour you both hadn’t known the true weight of. Smile lines faded and a serious expression washed over Regina’s face, she shifted her back off the ground, her knees brushing against the side of your thigh as she settled down to lay on her side, never for a second unclasping her hand from yours. 

“I know what it’s like. To be alone I mean.” a soft sigh left her parted lips, her eyes were darting across your face like it was the first and last time she’d ever get to have you this close. You gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and when her eyes finally re-emerged from their endeavours, offered up a sweet smile, encouraging her to continue.

And she did, “My whole life I've been on this mission for revenge, and it was a lonely one at that. Then I found Henry and, well, you know the story. But no matter how much the band heroes said I was one of them, I found myself alone amongst a crowd of people, and I knew, circumstances be damned, I could always slip away, and it would go unnoticed. I’ll never really be one of them.”

“Fucking birthdays.” You huffed. 

“I don’t even think anyone knows or remembers my birthday, other than Henry.” she chuckled out. “I think I prefer it that way, like I said, there’s no chance of being disappointed or forgotten when it’s just you.” 

Mimicking her position, you turned onto your side. Regina’s eyes were a sea of unshed tears, almost instinctively you reached out to brush a stray hair off her face, letting your fingers linger over delicate skin for a few seconds longer than necessary. Fingertips grazed over the back of your hand, guiding you back to the powdery skin of Regina’s cheek, which you gladly took into the palm of your hand, and she humbly leaned into. 

“Regina, you're the first person I look for when I enter a room.” you half whispered over the sound of your heart pounding in your chest, but you forced yourself to continue, “I feel like you’re the only person that sees me sometimes, and tonight, poofing me away, you may not be a hero to them, and without meaning to sound too corny, you’re my hero.” 

Her cheeks flushed under your touch and her eyes shimmered, taking a rushed breath in, you kept going, “There hasn’t been a single day where I haven’t craved to turn a corner and be greeted by that pragmatic smile you wear so proudly, every time I hear a pair of heels, I can't help but hope they’re from those ridiculously expensive stilettos you wear. I search for you everywhere; I can’t help it. You are everything Regina Mills and the fact you can’t see that amazes me.”

Eyes flickered to your lips and the world stopped, pipeline dreams filled the intimate bubble surrounding the two of you, tender hearts caught wind of each other and beat in rhythm with one another. Blood rushed through your veins, moving so fast you could feel the molten fire coursing through capillaries and burning a direct path to your cheeks, that were now tinted with a rogue hue.

Your hand abandoned its post, moving to the back of Regina’s neck and weaving small circles in damp hair. In turn Regina’s hand found a new home on the small of your waist, setting fireworks ablaze in surrounding area. Your bodies drew closer until there was only a slither of space between you, and you lay still for what seemed like hours, peering into tear-stained eyes. 

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” you muttered, the words falling from your mouth directly into Regina’s, cavorting through her until she realised, they resonated deep within her too. 

“I know.” her lips trembled before quirking up into a smile. 

In the milky light she looks so young, untouched by the cruelty of the world, her smile was youthful, and you’d never seen her look more innocent then she did at that very moment. There was no weight between the two of you and for the first time you felt like someone truly saw you and accepted you as you were, and you saw them. 

Leaning a fraction closer till your lips lightly brushed against Regina’s, you closed your eyes and breathed out, “1st February.”

Her whole body froze, “What?” she whispered.

“Your birthday, it’s the 1st of February.” 

Doubt filtered through your mind and for a split second you felt the world crash and burn before you. The contents of your stomach began to churn. Had you pushed too far too soon? Did you say too much? Overstepped? 

Run. That was the only option, then hide out in a desolate cabin forever and never show your face in town again. Yes, that was a good plan, a very good plan. Never have expectations, because that way there’d be no chance of being disappointed, those were the rules, and you knew them all too well. You were too busy silently kicking yourself for getting your hopes up that you missed all the emotions that were plaguing Regina’s face. 

Backing away and fumbling over your words, you tried to choke out an apology, but the hand on your waist glided up to your back and pushed your body flush against her. All panic was washed away when plump lips ghosted over your quivering pout and wet tears brushed against your cheek. 

“Don’t apologise.” she cooed. 

It was Regina who closed the miniscule space between your lips, tentatively kissing you, delicately using her thumb to caress the back of your hand. The kiss continued, filled with more passion and desire. There under the stars you both lost and found pieces of yourself, held within the slow kiss was an exchange of vulnerability, shedding away responsibilities, memories, and the mere idea that you were ever going to be alone again. 

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Breaking All My Rules - [Timo X Emma]

A/N: Happy, happy birthday to our main squeeze, thick thigh, fashion model, Timo!

Original request: I love rereading L&L and following along with Emma and Timo’s storyline, but I’m curious to know more about the briefly mentioned story (that Nico loves so much) about them fooling around on his dock. Can you give more explanation?

Summary: In the summer of 2022, FWB Timo and Emma are making the most of their last morning together on the dock, blissfully unaware of their audience. 

Word Count: 3.8k 

The soles of Nico’s black and white Nike’s slap at the embedded rock of his front steps as he climbs up them. He yawns, wishing he was still back in Milan getting some much needed R&R and stuffing his face full of Italian delicacies. Instead, he is home earlier than planned to prepare for a vigorous week of off-season training. 

Nico punches in the numbers to the code for his front door. He hears the tell tale scrape of the lock releasing then pushes in. Light music plays through the sound system as he steps into the air conditioned space. He glances around at the kitchen, seeing wine glasses strewn about, clothes in various places throughout the main area, and leftover charcuterie long forgotten on the island. He chuckles. His sister clearly enjoyed her weekend without him. 

“Em?” He calls, pausing to listen for her response. He hears none. He takes his hat off, tossing it onto the counter next to another one he hasn’t seen before. He picks it up, noting the Adidas logo on it. This definitely isn’t his sister’s, but it isn’t his either. He keeps the hat in his hands as he steps forward towards the huge windows overlooking the lake behind his house. His thick eyebrows shoot up his forehead at the current view. 

On the new dock he put in this Spring, his older sister is laying in a man’s lap, topless, extended back with her bare tits in the air while the man sucks on one of them.

“Holy. Fucking…” Nico mutters, looking away. He steps back a few paces, putting his hands on his hips. He looks down at the hat again, then turns it to the side. Etched into the cloth in white thread is the number 28. Nico stares at it, then hesitantly looks back towards the dock. Emma has leaned forward, smothering the man’s face into her chest. The man lifts her up, then turns her, facing the house. 

A tunnel of focus brings Nico’s full attention to his face.

Timo Meier lays Emma Hischier on the dock. Nico gapes as his Team Switzerland teammate stares down at Nico’s half naked sister like she’s his next meal. Timo’s fingers glide down Emma’s body, then dip into her biking bottoms. Nico swerves backwards.

“What the fuck?” Nico mutters to himself. 

Then, like a car wreck, he watches as Timo brings his face between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs.

There is no way in hell Nico is sticking around to see more. 

He slaps a hand over his eyes and backs fully away from the window. He turns on his heel, the rubber of his shoes squeaking against the wood floors. His hand dashes through his hair as he tries to wrap his head around what he just saw, while also deleting the images of his naked older sister.

Without thinking more about it, Nico grabs the handles of his travel bag and walks right back out of his house.

What the hell was that?

- - -

Behind Emma Hischier’s closed eyes, swirls of light ricochet off the back of her eye lids. She follows them as they bounce along the dark spaces while trying to ignore how good it feels to have Timo’s thumb rubbing her ankle. 

It’s almost too comfortable for her. 

The way his skin warms hers. 

How good it feels to be touched and taken care of by somebody else. 

How the silence between them isn’t awkward or from a lack of connection. 

It’s all easy and effortless. Just like this whole weekend has been.

“I was thinking I could grill something for you before I go.” Timo’s voice cuts through the stillness of the lake day air. 

“That would be nice. There is steak in the fridge.” Emma murmurs in response.

“Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” She says, opening up her eyes.

Her sunglasses shield her eyes from the afternoon sun. She rests on her back, on a towel to protect her skin from the hot, dock surface. Her bikini straps have been shifted slightly off her shoulders to avoid unnecessary tan lines. Timo told her to take it off completely, but she saw Nico’s neighbor out earlier and wasn’t interested in giving her a show. 

“I’ll go up there and take it out, so it can get to room temperature.”

“Thank you.” Emma murmurs. 

The dock shakes below her back as Timo walks up the dock and back to the house. Once he is gone, Emma sighs, looking towards the sun’s position in the sky. It won’t be long before Timo will be leaving to head back to his place.

If Emma was being honest, she has had a lot of fun since Timo arrived to Nico’s on Friday afternoon. They’ve spent the entire weekend together playing house, making meals, watching the sunset on the dock, and falling into her bed together. Nico has been on a trip with friends in Milan, but he is due back this evening, which means Timo will be leaving well before he arrives to keep their secret. 

A weird flutter expands in her chest, but Emma refuses to call disappointment by it’s name. 

She just had a fun weekend and maybe isn’t quite ready to go back to the grind of her summer events tomorrow. 

As a self-proclaimed workaholic, that doesn’t alarm her at all…

The dock sways under the weight of Timo returning from the house. 

“I brought you another Diet Coke. Even though this is probably going to cut your life short.”

“Add it to the list.” She shrugs, sitting up to grab it from him. He frowns at her as she takes a sip. “Stop.” She sasses back to his scrunched nose slapping his thick thigh lightly.

“Maybe I want you around for awhile.”

Emma lets those words hang in the air between them for a moment before she looks away, across the water to the big houses that line the lake. 

Timo reaches for her cheek, brushing the backs of his fingers across it, then working his way to grab her chin. He brings her brown gaze back to his face. 

“I know I said this yesterday, but I’ve had a lot of fun with you this weekend.”

“Me too.” Emma admits. She reaches for his arm, scratching her nails down the inside of his forearm before she rests her hand in the crook of his bent elbow. Timo runs his tongue along his upper teeth then leans in to kiss her. It’s gentle, searching almost, like he is looking for her lips to let him into the wall she is putting back up around her. 

But Emma can’t. Just like she can’t be feeling any of these little flutters in her stomach when she catches him look at her from across the room. Or the way guilt scratches at her brain when he seems so disappointed as she puts her clothes back on to leave his place. 

This is not what they agreed on in Prague years ago and Emma hates being the fun police by reminding him what they’re supposed to be to each other.

“I can tell your mind is racing right now.” Timo whispers against her lips. “And it never means good things for me.” He pulls away, reaching for her sunglasses to take them off. Emma bites her lip immediately, feeling vulnerable as he soaks her in. She’s worried if he looks too close he will see it… whatever this feeling inside of her is that lights her soul on fire.

“Make me stop thinking.” She mumbles. He’s so good at that. At using his body to make her forget everything else except how damn good he makes her feel.

Timo’s big arm wraps around her, easily bringing her into his lap. The bottoms of her biking settle on the ties of his swim trunks where he has swelled beneath their closure. His lips find hers, sucking her bottom one into his mouth to nibble. Emma’s hands find their place running up his throat to his jaw. She cups his face, deepening their kiss by pressing her chest into his collarbones, giving herself leverage above him. 

Timo breaks away from her lips, licking down her throat then continuing his path with his lips. Emma feels the brush of his fingers at the back of her neck before her biking top slacks over her breasts. She looks down, watching him nuzzle the valley of her cleavage before he takes a pointed peak into his mouth. Emma’s head knocks back and a breathy whimper releases from her mouth.

“Gonna miss these tits, babe.” He sighs, then laps at her again almost like he is trying to memorize the feel of her on his tongue. He kisses his way across to the other nipple, then teases and plumps it. 

Emma threads her fingers deeper into Timo’s hair, then shoves him further into her breasts. He chuckles against her skin, rolling so he is on top of her. He sits back on his heels, looking down at her bare chest and barely covered pussy, then smirks. His fingers drag down the warm skin of her abdomen, slightly wet from sweat before he fingers her bikini bottoms. 

“Could just pull these to the side right now.” His fingertips slide under the elastic band, then the backs of his knuckles slide over her slick folds. Emma’s eyes screw shut, pressing her hips down to make more contact with him. “Thought you might of had enough after this morning.” He murmurs, referencing how she had shaken on him and squeezes her legs together when it became too much. ‘But you’re never gonna have enough of me are you, Em?”

Timo leans down, pressing his lips to her inner thigh. His tongue traces up the soft skin to the edge of her bottoms, then back down, teasing and edging her. He does the same thing to the other side, then presses his mouth in a kiss over her clothed clit. Emma pulses beneath his mouth as his blue eyes raise to hers. 

He wants her to beg. 

She isn’t above it at this point.

“Please. One more time.” She bites her lips after she says it.

“Gonna need you to moan my name the whole time, okay?” Emma nods eagerly. 

Timo slides her bottoms to the side, licking up her soaked slit until he reaches her clit. His fingers come to her puffy lips, spreading them wide so she can keep her legs relatively closed. He exposes her clit to the warm air, then laps at it with his tongue. 

“Timo.” She moans obediently as he goes back to vacuum the bud into his mouth. 

“Fuck, you taste good for me, Em.” He coos back to her. He tilts her hips up a bit with his big hand, then starts to devour her like the meal she presents herself as. 

Emma calls his name again, louder and more desperate this time. Her mouth holds it’s self open, head falling back to the dock. 

“Oh fuck.” She whimpers as two fingers circle her entrance then plunge in. He curls them up, wagging his tongue against her clit rapidly as he pumps into her slowly. “Timoooo.” She extends the last letter then laughs, then rapidly exhales. “Oh fuck. Fuck.” She repeats herself. 

After all the sex they’ve had this weekend, she shouldn’t be this close, but he’s so damn good at eating her out, she can’t help it.

She catapults over the edge and lands face first into the abyss. The orgasm is so intense it almost hurts as she clenches around his fingers and shakes on the dock like it’s this morning all over again. One hand finds his forehead, then squeezes his hair in the spaces of her fingers.

“T… oh my god.” She groans, covering her face with her other hand.

Birds chirp in the distance. The waves lap the shore. It should bring Emma’s awareness back to where they are, but instead it just fuels the flutters of her orgasm. Timo pulls her fingers away, plunging his tongue into her mouth so she can taste the tang of her on his mouth. The rushed frantic kisses, collapse into sweet smooches as Emma melts on the dock below Timo. 

“I don’t have a condom on me. We used the last one this morning.” Timo murmurs against her lips. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to trust each other.” She sighs into his final kiss. Timo puts his forehead against her collar bone. 

“Fuck, Em. You make me break all my rules.” He groans. Then he stands, picking her up. “As much as I want to do this where the whole lake can see us, I also don’t want anyone else to see you taking my cock as good as you do.” Emma chuckles, pressing her breasts into his bare chest to hide her from the world like he wants. 

“You don’t want everyone to see me come all over you?” He grunts, almost like a growl, then hoists her up higher into his arms where her thighs are slipping off his hips.

“Gonna make you ride me until you can’t anymore.” He stops halfway up the yard to bite her collarbone. Emma tosses her head back to laugh, then chews her bottom lip as he sucks at the hollow of her throat. 

“You better keep going or we aren’t going to make it to the house. We’ll be christening this fire pit.” 

Timo practically trips through the door when they get inside. He tries to make a beeline for the couch, but Emma says no.

“My room.” She tells him. “Wanna smell us in my sheets later.” She isn’t sure if she should have said that, but then Timo looks at her like that and she is glad she did. 

With him, she is always living like it could be the last time because one day it will be. 

And she doesn’t want to have any regrets. 

Timo kicks her bedroom door open then shut before dropping her on the bed. She grabs at his swimsuit, pushing it down his wide hips and thighs. His cock juts out against her mouth as she greedily laps her tongue at him. His fingers tangle into her hair then she rolls her lips down him. His balls tighten immediately, head knocking back, desperate groan shoving from his throat. His fingerprints bleed into her scalp, putting pressure to shove her down his shaft more. She chokes on him and precum oozes into her mouth. 

“Off.” He commands. “I’m not coming anywhere but inside of you.”

Emma’s stomach drops at his comment, excitement and anticipation rushing through her body as she waves for him to get on the bed. He sits down, then she shoves him the rest of the way to his back. She puts her fingers on his chin, then turns his face to the right, so they’re staring at their reflection in her mirror.

“If you won’t let others watch, you better watch. The entire time.” Timo’s tongue pauses in mid lick of his lips. He settles a bit more into the bed, then reaches a hand up to slap her ass, then harshly grip it.

“Saddle up, Hischier.”

Emma smirks as she lowers her hips. She lets her pussy lips kiss his cock then tilts them back up. His hips chase at her and she tisks him, shoving her hands into his chest. Then she does it again and again, until he can’t keep his eyes on them in the mirror because they’re screwed shut in agony.

“Timo.” She chastises him. 

“I am nicer to you than this.” He points out. Her torturous behavior has him close to flipping her over and pinning her down with a hand on the back of her neck. She can feel it in the way his hands shake on her. 

“Maybe. But me being nice isn’t what keeps you coming back for more.” She turns his face back to the mirror. “Watch.”

Once satisfied with his eyes back in place, she grips the base of his shaft, rubbing it through her wet slit. She tilts her head to the side, rubbing him through again, biting her lip and moaning her appreciation for him. She does this until she can’t stand it, then slides him back to her entrance and presses her hips down. 

She swallows Timo is one press, more than ready, dripping even, at their fun both outside and in here. Timo’s fingers grip her hips tightly. Emma holds his hands on her, loosening his grip on purpose so she can roll on him the way she wants to. Timo moves his hands to her wrists, gripping them to watch her use her hands on her own body to keep steady. She moves like a wake on a lake, rolling then collapsing, shifting up and down to build enough momentum for them both to reach their next high. 

“I love watching you fuck me.” Timo grunts. She can already feel the way he is coming undone beneath her. She turns to look at his face in the mirror, seeing the way his eyes scrunch tight again.

“Timo, let go.” Emma coos to him. 

“No, it feels too fucking good. Want it to last forever.” He groans. “Fondue… running hills… um.. the pythagorean theorem…” 

Emma laughs, inadvertently tightening her pussy around him as she sits fully on his cock. Her ass rests on the top of his thighs as she rolls her hips in a circle.

“Oh you’re killing me.” He groans, bringing a hand to his forehead. He licks his lips, looking up at her blissed out face. 

Sex with Timo is so fun. He’s so charming and funny, always making her laugh even as he tries not to finish early. He also knows exactly what she needs. He breaks his hands away from hers, lifting her ass to hold her up as he begins to pound into her. 

“You’re having too much fun torturing me.” He hisses at her. “Need you to explode all over me, baby.” 

Emma shivers in his arms, nipples tightening from the force of his thrusts. Maybe she should take the tempo back from him, but she doesn’t want to. Not when it feels this damn exquisite. The room fills with the sound of skin smacking together. Wetness drips down Timo’s shaft from her core. She bring her hands up to her nipples, tweaking them as she begins to pant desperately on top of him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She squeaks out, sounding pornographic as he hits that spot inside of her she needs. “Timo!” She wails out, then collapses forward onto his chest. Her eyes screw shut as her orgasm rocks her, squeezing the cum from Timo’s tip immediately. He jerks up into her a few more times, pressing her ass back down to collect all of him before he stops, completely sheltered inside of her. 

Emma’s cheek glues to Timo’s sweaty chest below her. A voice in the back of her mind whispers that maybe this for a while wouldn’t be so bad. But the cold dose of reality is that Timo lives 6,000 miles away from her for most of the year. She gets him at his best. This has to be enough for her, or she needs to walk away. Right now before this feeling in her chest blooms into a full blown problem she’ll have to face.

Emma pushes up to a sitting position, stretching her arms high for a moment before slipping off of Timo. He slides out of her, flattening against his abdomen. Emma strolls into her adjoining bathroom, shutting the door to clean herself up. When she comes out, Timo is laying propped up on her pillows. She tosses him a clean washcloth. He cleans himself with it, then reaches out a hand for her to join him in bed again. Emma shakes her head slowly.

“Nico will be home soon.” She expects resistance, but Timo nods in understanding.

“Do you want me to grill your steak before I go?”

“Oh. No, I can do it. I know how to grill.”

“Of course you do.” He sighs like he is tired, then pushes himself off her bed.

He goes over to his bag, pulling out fresh underwear, shorts and a t-shirt to change into. He stuffs his dirty clothes into the designer bag while Emma re-dresses in a light, athletic outfit. She fixes her pony tail then leads him out of her room towards the front door. 

Behind her, Timo’s slow footsteps follow. He pauses in the main area, scanning around for anything he might have missed. He sees his Adidas hat resting on the counter next to Nico’s, plopping it back onto his head backwards after slicking his hair back. 

Then he follows Emma to the door. Timo parked down the street to avoid the neighbors seeing his car as well as Nico incase they were cutting time too close. 

“Thank you for this weekend.” Timo says as he hugs her. His scent fills her nostrils full of clean laundry and sex. Emma presses her nose into his shoulder, furious with the way her chest pinches at the thought of him slipping from her arms. 

This has never happened before. She doesn’t want him to go. 

This weekend was a terrible fucking idea. It has her brain all scrambled with conflicting priorities and wants. 

She needs to get her shit together. 

“When am I gonna see you again? Summer always go so fast for me.”  He asks, pinching her chin with his thumb and pointer finger. Emma resists the urge to fall into him again, to get lost in the house they’ve been playing. But it’s not what she wants. She wants a successful career and a life that doesn’t revolve around a sports league across the globe.

That’s his dream. Not hers. 

Emma kisses him quickly, fingers pressing into his chest where she soaks up the feel of him under her finger tips for her memories.

“Bye, Timo.” She says as her fingers fall away from his body.

“You didn’t answer me?”

“Because I don’t know when I will.” Timo steps back, huffy with an eye roll. Emma crosses her arms over her chest. “We don’t make plans.” She reminds him.

“No, we just play house.” He laughs. It doesn’t seem genuine or amused. He steps off the porch, hauling his Louis Vuitton duffle bag with him. He pops the trunk of his expensive sports car, then tosses his bag inside with attitude. The trunk closes forcefully, making Emma suck her cheek in response. 

“Drive safe.” She murmurs. He sets her with a steely blue gaze, then pops his sunglasses on, shielding himself from her.

“Have a good summer, Em.” 

Emma keeps her face neutral until his car reverses, then purses her lips as she watches him drive away. 

Well, I guess that ends that, she thinks.

For now.

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Give Me Everything You Have

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Emma: “...........”

(Why...?)

Emma: “...........”

(Why aren’t you saying anything!?)

Emma silently waited for my birthday to come.

Silvio: “What happened to you earlier?”

Emma: “What are you talking about?”

Silvio: “You have this intense gaze like you’re about to pounce on me.”

Emma: “Don’t worry about it.”

Silvio: “Don’t be ridiculous.”

(Damn it, just say it already.)

(You want to celebrate my birthday, don’t you?)

For the past few days, she’d been restless and unable to calm down.

It was evident that she was secretly preparing something for my birthday.

(Just tell me you want my time, and I’ll give it to you.)

Silvio: “By the way, it’s not good for you to stay up so late. It’ll affect your health.”

I thought if I urged her to go to sleep, she would tell me she wanted to celebrate my birthday.

Emma: “I’m an adult. I’ll be fine.”

But she wouldn’t back down.

Silvio: “That’s not an excuse. Should I put you to bed like an adult, then?”

Emma: “No, thank you!”

While we were having such an exchange, the bell rang to tell us that it was midnight.

(Damn it, time's up.)

(Well, whatever. I'll make you regret not asking me directly.)

(You probably have no idea what my birthday is like.)

As expected, the moment midnight arrived, there was a knock on the door.

(These people never get tired of doing this year after year.)

Emma was about to say something but gave up, and I opened the door.

What I saw was a long line of people.

Emma peeked out from behind me and glanced down the hallway, utterly speechless.

Emma: "This is…"

Silvio: "It's always like this on my birthday."

Silvio: "Everyone tries to get my attention, resulting in fierce competition."

(This is such a hassle.)

Birthdays were nothing more than diplomacy and negotiations. Honestly, I wasn't excited about it.

(If only you had asked, I would've brushed all of this aside.)

(There are hardly any people here genuinely celebrating my birthday.)

Naturally, it wasn't always like this.

As the first prince, I have had glamorous birthday parties since I was a child, but their purpose was not for celebration; it was solely to maintain my mother's image.

That damn old man would only attend at first and then leave immediately, making it a laughably insincere birthday.

The number of attendees was small, and everyone celebrated out of obligation rather than genuine joy.

That changed when I gained money.

As my assets increased, more and more people came forward, expressing their desire to celebrate my birthday.

And that was how it evolved to the point where there would be long lines as midnight struck.

But those people, after saying “Happy birthday,” immediately shift the conversation to official duties and business matters.

Even though the number increased, in the end, it was still the same back then.

(But you’re different, Emma.)

(Hurry up and celebrate me.)

Even the next morning, the celebrations continued without interruption. After finishing breakfast and heading out into the city, the situation worsened.

(It’s even worse than last year. Probably because it’s been decided I��ll be the next king.)

There might be some among them genuinely celebrating, but I couldn’t help but be skeptical.

As I walked, trying to navigate the crowd, I suddenly felt someone firmly grabbing my arm.

It was Emma, desperately clinging to me, determined not to let go.

(Why are you so adorable like that?)

(Or not.)

Silvio: “You...!”

Emma: “If I don’t do this, we’ll get separated!”

Silvio: “Don’t do such things in public.”

Emma: “I was just holding onto your arm!”

Silvio: “That’s exactly the problem. “

Silvio: “Even though so many people are watching today, you’re too cute that I can’t keep a straight face.”

Emma: “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you!”

Silvio: “Ah, is that so? Then I won’t say it again!”

(Damn it. There’s no way I can spend the day as usual.)

(If you’re that desperately clinging to me like this, I’ll give you another chance.)

Using the knights to shake off the people, we managed to enter an alleyway.

Finally, we had a moment alone together.

Silvio: “Those guys should tone it down a bit.”

(How I behave depends on how this girl will act...)

(What's with this sad face?)

Contrary to my expectations, her face was filled with signs of worry.

(Where did that spirited attitude from midnight go?)

Her determination to celebrate seemed to have long disappeared. Instead of displaying virtues like modesty or consideration, she appeared to be consumed by negative emotions, despite her audacious nature.

Emma: “Prince Silvio...”

(I’m pissed. Damn it.)

(Why do you look so resigned?)

I grabbed her chin in frustration and kissed her.

Emma: “What are you...”

Silvio: “You just made a face like you’ve had enough.”

Emma: “Huh?”

Her eyes widened.

Silvio: “You should come at me more seriously.”

Emma: “What do you mean...?”

Silvio: “*sigh* You wanted to greet me, right?”

(How could I not notice this, you idiot?)

Silvio: “Then don’t give up until you give me everything you got.”

(No need to be modest.)

(So reconsider.)

I messed up her hair and turned my back.

I returned to my official duties, suppressing the urge to take her away immediately.

Nokto: "Hmm, you seem a bit grumpy this year."

Silvio: "You can tell?"

A party was being held in the dance hall as my birthday reached its final stages.

Since entry was only allowed with an invitation, familiar faces, including that fox-faced Rhodolite, were here.

Nokto: “Do you want me to guess?”

Silvio: “No need.”

Nokto: “If you want to be with Emma, you should just say it honestly.”

Silvio: “Shut up.”

(He’s sharp in these situations, and I don’t like it.)

Nokto: “But if you continue like this, your birthday will be over.”

He looked over at Emma, who had a thoughtful expression on her face.

Silvio: “It’d be more worth it if she willingly asked me herself.”

Nokto: “Why?”

Silvio: “Why do I have to explain it to you?”

(Purely because it makes me feel good.)

(And it’ll show that she really wants to celebrate with me.)

Although I didn’t put it into words, Nokto seemed to have sensed something and shrugged his shoulders in exasperation before leaving.

Immediately after this, an incident occurred.

Silvio: “What are you thinking, you idiot!?”

As soon as I returned to the room with Emma in my arms, those words slipped out uncontrollably.

Emma: "I told you it was a gift!"

Emma: "God, you're so shy!"

Silvio: "Who are you saying that to, you damn woman?"

(I was waiting for you to ask me to give you my time, but you chose that method.)

(And even did it boldly in front of so many people.)

(That...)

Just remembering that embarrassing incident made me blush and feel overwhelmed.

(No, I can forgive "that", but not after what happened after that.)

Emma: "If I did that in public, I knew you would react this way."

Silvio: "You...!"

Emma: "Are you mad at me?"

Silvio: "Of course not. I'm just..."

(Aren't you aware?)

I gently placed Emma down in front of the mirror.

Even though she was confidently and cheekily saying those things, she seemed to have finally noticed that her face was completely flushed.

Silvio: "Don't make that kind of face in public. It's making me want to pounce on you."

(This face is something only I should see.)

Emma: "I-I'm sorry."

Silvio: ".........."

Emma: "........"

We gaze at each other through the mirror.

(Basically, you're late.)

(If you're going to take me out like that, you should have done it in the morning.)

As the silence dragged on, her expression became increasingly uneasy.

Despite her usual cheeky demeanor, she couldn't fully maintain an arrogant attitude, which caused me to burst out laughing.

Silvio: "Alright, alright, I give up. Sorry for teasing you."

Silvio: "From now on, I'll give you all my attention."

Emma: "Really? But you still have guests."

Silvio: "You're more important than any guest."

Silvio: "Besides, I'm sure everyone took the hint."

Emma: "Prince Silvio, aren't you tired?"

Silvio: "I'm not tired, so bring me the cake already."

Emma: "Why would there be a cake?"

Silvio: "There's no way you wouldn't get me one for my birthday."

(To be honest, I've never eaten a birthday cake before.)

While there was usually food at my birthday parties, a cake has never been brought out.

Just like in Rhodolite, there was a tradition here in Benitoite to celebrate with a cake, but the fact that no one really celebrates it wholeheartedly became evident in situations like this.

(Though that fucking dog has one every year.)

Silvio: "I'm hungry, so hurry up and feed me."

Emma: "Is that the reason you didn't eat much?"

Silvio: "It'd bother me if I couldn't eat your food."

(You don't need to pay attention to that little detail.)

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, I sat down on the sofa and leaned back.

Surprisingly, Emma's cheeky smile shone brilliantly.

Emma: "I suppose I have no choice. Today, I'll spoon-feed you."

Silvio: "*sigh* Is that all? It's not enough, you know?"

Emma: "What? Do you want me to feed you mouth-to-mouth?"

Silvio: "Why did you think of something like that? Well, maybe it's not a bad idea."

Emma: "It's a bad idea!"

Silvio: "Don't you dare challenge the birthday boy."

(I'm beyond help since everything you say and do looks cute.)

Despite being exasperated, I gestured for her to come closer.

Without hesitation, she approached me, and I grabbed her hand and pulled her into an embrace.

Silvio: "I told you earlier to give me everything you got."

Emma: “Ah...”

(I've been feeling impatient today, so a cake and a present won't be enough to satisfy me.)

Silvio: “Just so you know, I won’t let you sleep until you’ve completely celebrated with me.”

I teasingly stroked her back, and she responded with a nod.

Emma: “All right. As you wish.”

(No take-backs.)

(I ain't holding back, so prepare yourself.)

Afterward, I got excited over my first-ever birthday cake and the handmade embroidered amulet bag she had given as a gift.

I thoroughly enjoyed my birthday, which was usually nothing but a hassle.

As for the extent of that enjoyment一

Emma: “I can’t believe it.”

Silvio: “Ha?”

Emma: “Isn’t it already morning?”

Silvio: “Yeah.”

She hadn't moved an inch since earlier.

It was probably because of the fatigue and the slick wetness between her legs that was preventing her body from moving.

(I didn't plan on holding her until morning.)

Contrary to my thoughts, I reached out from behind and touched her legs.

Even though I devoured her so much last night, the insides of my chest were still screaming that it wasn't enough.

Emma: "Your birthday is over."

Silvio: "It's not over until I say it's over."

(It's not really like me not to want my birthday to end.)

Just when I thought she might be surprised, I heard her soft laughter.

(I feel like she can see through everything.)

As if to express my discomfort, I buried my face in her neck, and her sweet voice further stirred me up.

Silvio: "I tasted a lot of you last night, but you're still so sweet."

Emma: "Prince Silvio..."

It looked like she was reaching her limit as she showed signs of wanting to escape.

I put my hand on her head and blocked her movement, not intending to let her run away.

Silvio: "I won't stop."

Silvio: "This gift belongs to me, and I won't let you take it away. If you understand, get ready to be loved."

Emma: "I don't want to."

Silvio: "Ha?"

Emma: "Because it's your birthday."

Silvio: "So what?"

Emma: "In other words..."

Emma: "It's you who should be loved."

(………)

Emma turned around and surprised me by kissing my lips.

She was usually shy and only gave peck-like kisses, but today, perhaps due to her lack of shame, she actively intertwined her tongue with mine.

Silvio: "You've become quite the erotic kisser, huh?"

Emma: "Whose fault do you think that is?"

(Is it because of me?)

I found myself laughing again at her blushing expression.

(Receiving birthday wishes from someone feels so good. I never knew it could make me this happy.)

(I wish this feeling could last forever. I’m already looking forward to next year.)

I’d realized for the first time how different it feels to be celebrated out of obligation compared to being genuinely celebrated from the heart.

No gift could match the emotions she had given me.

Emma: “I might just kidnap you next year.”

Silvio: “*sigh* I’ll make a special exception and allow it.”

Emma: “Don’t regret those words later, okay?”

(There's no way I'm going to do that.)

(Even if I receive anything else in the future, there's no treasure greater than you.)

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ His POV

[commsroom]

happy birthday! ive been meaning to ask for a while if you have any spare minkowski thoughts, just in general. if not, are there any other characters in w359 that you see as trans or queer?

thank you!! sorry for not getting to this one on my birthday; i've been trying to come up with some minkowski thoughts for you, but i'm not sure if they'll be new!! one of my favorite things about minkowski is how much she really, truly has "guilty pleasures" in the most typical sense. when emma sherr-ziarko said the track name "minkowski watching 50 shades of gray with a tub of ice cream and enjoying it nonironically" informed her perception of the character, etc. i love that. all of the best characters are self-contradicting in very real and human ways, and minkowski has a ton of that. her love of musical theater gives us such insight into her interior world; she treats so much of her life like these separate, practiced "roles" to play, as if there can be clear divisions between them.

minkowski is a great leader, but she's not a natural leader, and - in fact - everything that does ultimately make her a person worth following is completely at odds with how she tries to lead, or how she thinks it's supposed to be done. i think she was in a dozen different clubs in high school, but didn't really have friends. i think she could get really into historical reenactment (and i would love for eiffel, hera, and minkowski to go to a ren faire - i think they'd all enjoy that, but for very different reasons.) i think minkowski earnestly believes in the concept of a "cheat day" and marks when she allows herself to eat a whole bunch of ice cream on her calendar - this is horrifying to eiffel, but she finds it sincerely motivating. i think minkowski's interior decorating sense is at least 30% more "live, laugh, love" than anyone else around her would be able to take seriously. she's the kind of person who needs everything in her house properly labelled and put away in the same place every time. eiffel is the kind of person who leaves everything out, all over the place, and forgets it exists if someone puts it away. making them live together is hilarious. i think minkowski likes romcoms and hallmark christmas movies; she's easily moved by very sappy media, and very defensive / embarrassed about that. she's used to being mocked for her taste, and for how it goes against her image as a career military woman. i do not think hera would share her taste in movies at all, but minkowski + hera girls' night is very important to me.

what else... oh!! i've talked to my friend @hephaestuscrew a lot about minkowski's parents, and i agree with the assessment that they are probably... pretty laid back? like, the kind of people who encouraged her to be whatever she wanted to be - the pressure she puts on herself to make something of herself is the kind of person she is, and a message she got from the world at large more than her parents, i think. her dad's first name has an anglicized spelling as well, so i think there's something kind of... well, there's something that rings true about minkowski trying to hold onto these parts of her heritage that her parents aren't as concerned about. koudelka's a czech name; we don't know anything about him, but i wonder if maybe she made that connection with him at least partially because they were both american children of (at least one) eastern european parent(s) in paris. and her mother is french, she learned french before she learned english, but we don't really know if she spent time in france before that. there's a sense of displacement to that.

(as for the other part, well... i'm not sure! obviously jacobi is gay, and i would generally agree lovelace and maxwell are as well. i think eiffel is technically bi, but he's straight culture bi. i think it would be difficult to get minkowski to really examine her sexuality. whatever kepler's sexuality is, i think he's done his best to close himself off from any sincere desire. my thoughts on hera's sexuality would require a whole other post, but obviously i read her as trans. there isn't really anyone else i think of as trans, but that's not to say it's impossible - they're mostly military or military-adjacent people born in the 70s and 80s; by and large i think they're coming to these topics of identity from a different perspective from those of us on tumblr dot com. but i think doug eiffel is one of the most cis characters i can imagine.)

[thechangeling]

Drusilla: Summer

I've decided to write seasonal fanfictions based on the art of Dru, Ty, Kit, and Ash reading in different seasons. I decided to headcannon that those are the seasons each character was born in, and also do their birth charts because I'm low key obsessed with astrology now.

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Drusila loved the summer.

She knew it wasn’t exactly an original opinion to have, but she didn’t care. 

Summer was objectively the best season. 

And it wasn’t like she only felt this way because it was the season her birthday took place in. That would be the obvious reason. Ok, sure that was part of it, how could it not be? Who didn’t love their birthday? 

But Dru also loved the feeling of the warm sand in her toes as she lazed around reading on the beach. She loved the feeling of the sun beaming down on her back, even though it was murder for her pale complexion, and she would burn long before she tanned, even with gallons of sunscreen. Thaís loved to mock her for it. 

She loved being in the season that her hometown was clearly meant for. Her memories were full of ice cream and hotdogs and the Santa Monica pier, swimming in the ocean with her family, and having bonfires outside at night. 

Dru’s heart ached a little at the image of her sister embedded throughout all of these. That would change now. Livvy would never be able to ride the ferris wheel with her again, or challenge her to handstand contests in the water, because she was dead. 

And now Dru had to accept that her new memories, however amazing they might be, wouldn’t include Livvy. 

She shook her head slightly and refocused her attention on the book she was reading. Today wasn’t supposed to be about grief. It was supposed to be fun. 

Emma, Julian and Tavvy were playing what was probably supposed to be volleyball, but they had no net. So the result was more along the lines of passing the ball back and forth and attempting to keep it in the air. 

Helen and Aline were sitting together on a towel of their own, a few feet away. They were being disgustingly cute and couple-y, so as much as it did make Dru smile to see her sister so happy and in love, she gave them a wide berth. There was really only so much of the two women feeding each other strawberries and gazing into each other’s eyes that she could take.

And then there was Ty. Home for the holidays like Dru was, and absolutely miserable in the heat. Ty despised the summer with a hateful vitriol she had rarely seen him possess for anything else. She sympathized with him, she knew he couldn’t handle the sensory experience of intense heat very well, and the summers were only getting hotter and hotter thanks to good old global warming. 

But despite it all, it still made her a little sad to see him sulk. He was curled up under the only real bit of shade, their umbrella, and he had placed the ice packs from the cooler across his chest to lower his temperature. He only stopped scowling a few times when something on his phone had made him perk up a little and smile. 

Dru was curious about what it was, but she didn’t want to disturb him right now given how touchy he could be when he was overheating. 

Not for the first time this summer, Dru wished she could have Thaís with her. She had invited her to come back to LA with her after exams, but Thais said she needed to go home for a bit. She knew Thaís must have been pretty homesick, being in an entirely different country for the first time without any of her family. No matter how much fun they had been having together.

But they still kept in touch through text and the occasional phone call. She and Thaís had started reading romance novels together and sharing their live reactions over text, almost like an unofficial book club. 

It had started as a way to chase boredom when Luke had taken their phones as punishment for the latest prank she had roped Thaís into, and they had some time to kill before their next class. But it had blossomed into a surprisingly fun ritual. 

Thaís occasionally read the book translated into Portuguese so they could compare and contrast it with the English version to see if there were any slight changes the translation had caused. Sometimes putting something into a different language would change the meaning or context of the words in a scene slightly. 

She also had steadily started requesting that they read more and more sapphic romance novels, which Dru was having a lot of fun with. Oftentimes they were leagues better written than straight romance novels, although sometimes the badly written ones could be fun to hate read. 

Dru had never really thought about her sexuality in depth before, beyond the fact that she liked boys, but given the family she was born into, it probably warranted some closer thought. 

There was a certain kind of familiarity and longing she experienced when reading some of these stories, but she wasn’t sure if it was something she seriously wanted.

 Thaís on the other hand, she had her suspicions about. She never showed any interest in boys, or even talked about them really, but she could wax poetic about girls. Dru wasn’t going to press the issue though. Thais could come out when she was ready. 

Dru’s musings were interrupted by the sound of her phone buzzing. The screen lit up with a text. 

Kit: idk if I'm gonna make it Dru 😔

Dru sighed. Typical. She had been worried that Kit would try and bail on her party if he knew Ty was going to be there. She hadn’t even brought up the possibility of Kit making an appearance with Ty yet, a conversation that was no doubt going to suck as much as this one did. 

Dru: Plssssss if I get my brother on board with u being there will u come?

Kit: Maybe

Kit: I really don’t wanna cause problems Dru

Dru rolled her eyes. Between the two of them, she was ready to bash her brains out against the wall in frustration. Why couldn’t they just talk to each other? 

She paid her brother another glance tentatively. Ty seemed fine, but with him it could be hard to tell. He was dribbling small droplets of water from his plastic water bottle covered in stickers of various bugs and animals and a more recently added rainbow infinity symbol, all over his face before taking a long swig. 

“You know if you’re hot, you should just go for a swim,” Dru pointed out. “I mean that is kind of why we came out here.”

Ty frowned. “I thought you were reading?” He gestured to her forgotten book.

Dru slid her bookmark back into place before closing it. “I was but I can’t focus,” she stated with a shrug. “I actually wanted to ask you something, but if you wanna take a dip first, that’s cool.” 

Ty paused for a moment, seemingly having no reaction to her words. She would have been worried he didn’t even hear her if it wasn’t for the way he bit his lip in contemplation.

“No I don’t like swimming in the ocean,” his gaze turned to the lazy blue waves. 

Emma and Julian had come closer inland and were sitting on their towels, drying off while Helen and Aline had abandoned their large towel and now empty cooler, in favor of doing handstands and somersaults with Tavvy in the water. 

“I don’t like the way it feels,” Ty continued. “It’s too salty, and seaweed always brushes up against my legs.” 

“Picky picky Ty” Dru teased with a smile. “Do you wanna just go back inside?” 

“No, I want this heat to go away,” Ty groaned. 

Dru felt a little bad for him. Ty had always been sensitive in that way, sensitive to sounds, sights, smells, and especially sensations against his skin. 

“Unfortunately that’s something I can’t help you with.” She gave him an apologetic smile. There was a beat of silence where she considered going back to her book. Ty was pressing his forehead against his knees as he rested his head. 

She wiggled her toes in the sand for a minute, basking in the soothing heat, and letting the sound and smell of the waves wash through her. It broke her heart that Ty couldn’t appreciate this. 

And yet he was out here, away from the comfort of his room and his books. He was here to suffer through his least favorite season, out in the thick of it with her. For her. 

Summer was all about Ty doing Drusilla favors. Was it really fair of her to ask him for one more? 

But maybe this was good for him too? Even if he couldn’t see it yet? 

She cleared her throat. “Hey Ty?” 

Ty groaned in response. 

“I really want to invite Kit to my birthday party.”

With Ty it was better to just be direct.

He didn’t respond for a moment. Dru wasn’t actually sure that he had heard her until he lifted his head and stared at her eyebrows. 

“It’s your birthday. You can do what you want,” he said flatly. 

Maybe a person less familiar with her brother's mannerisms would have interpreted his response with disinterest, but Dru couldn't miss the telltale clench of his jaw, or the tapping of his fingers. 

Dru sighed. “Ty I know you care. Don't pretend you don't. 

Ty scowled at her, “I don't!” 

Emma and Julian were starting to pick up on the conflict brewing from their spot. Pretty soon Jules would be coming over in worried mother hen mode, trying to fix whatever was wrong. 

And that would only make Ty double down even harder. He was probably the most stubborn person she had ever known. 

So naturally Dru resorted to begging and emotional manipulation. Classic younger sibling tactics. 

“Ty please?” Dru deliberately softened her voice. “Please talk to me? I just wanna help.” 

Ty squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. “Just leave me alone Dru.” 

Drusilla thought about pushing him, but Ty famously did not respond well to being pushed or pressured. And he was already in a bad mood because of the heat. 

Fine. 

If being left alone was what he wanted, then she would leave him be. Dru removed the sunglasses perched atop her head and placed them on her book. 

“I'm going for a swim,” she announced, pulling herself to her feet. Not that she thought Ty was listening. He was back on his phone, with his headphones over his ears. 

Whatever. She wasn't going to let Kit or Ty ruin summer for her. She raced across the beach towards the water, her feet kicking up sand as she went. as she got closer to the ocean Helen and Aline spotted her and let out cheers of excitement. 

Dru wasn't prepared for the shock of the cold water as she raced in as deep as she could before she had to drop forward and swim. She let out a shriek that was probably pretty pathetic coming from a shadowhunter. But even as Tavvy laughed at her, she couldn't find it in her to be embarrassed. 

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Drusilla Blackthorn: Born on July 8th 1999, at 12am in Los Angeles, California, United States . Cancer Sun, Aries Rising, Taurus Moon. 

“Cancer, just like the moon, you shine in times of darkness.” - CW

Tagging: @lavender-s  @littlx-songbxrd @petalsofaflower-shutupthomas @amchara @wagner-fell @sandersgrey @the-bee-graveyard @spooky-drusilla @arangiajoan

[iwanttofuckereh69]

To properly celebrate @hornyimpulsivity's birthday i decided to inflict emotional damage onto everyone with both an illustration and a fic. Happy birthday bestie <333

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Draken (Ryuguji Ken) x Hanma Shuji

Rating: T

Word count: 1k

Content warnings: angst, breakup, mentions of smut

Summary: It's been twelve years since Tenjiku. Draken and Hanma met again when they both were at their lowest. One thing led to another and what was supposed to be a one time thing, started to become more scary than any of them was willing to admit. Now Draken is struggling to tell Shuji the truth. He is after all more afraid of losing him than anything else.  

A/N: Hello, this is a short scene pulled out from a bigger thing so probably not everything makes perfect sense without the context. Artwork by me, and the story is a group effort between me and @hornyimpulsivity. Enjoy! PS. dialogues are written with "-" instead of quotes marks because im polish and stubborn

Shuji didn't laugh. He didn't mock the Dragon for being a pussy that’s whining over a few burned photos. He didn't say anything borderline insulting, trying to be funny, like he used to. Instead there was warmth. A bit of kindness the Dragon desperately needed. A compassion he wasn't expecting. And surprisingly wise words he should probably consider actually listening to. The Reaper was right, placing his hand on top of the Dragon's heart, pointing to right where it hurt. Where all those memories still were, just like he said, as vivid as ever, despite the photos that captured them being gone. Those weren’t just frames, still images frozen in time, fading on the crumbled pieces of paper. He could still hear all their voices. Their naive laughter. Their youthful playfulness. The smell of the beach in the midst of July, the smell of gasoline and the roar of engines. The sweet perfume Emma used to wear. And even Shuji was there somewhere amongst all the others, an annoying brat from a long time ago, with ugly ass hair and lame leopard print on his bike. The same Shuji that could punch the living shit out of Draken when nobody else dared to come close to him. The same one that now held him, keeping him from falling apart.

Draken smiled softly, looking up at him, in those beautiful eyes of his, glistening as if they were pure, liquid gold. It wasn't the first time Draken couldn't tell what twisted emotions filled those eyes of his. But it wasn't the first time either, when he felt nonetheless utterly fascinated by them. And it sure as hell wasn't the first time he just couldn't stop looking.

He wanted to tell him so many things. Make so many stupid, cringey confessions. But before he managed to open his mouth, his lips were already occupied. The kiss was sudden... and yet, funny enough, expected. So many times Ryuguji caught Shuji's curious eyes wandering across his smile. So many times he himself shyly gazed at his lips. He was scared of this longing, he was scared of the feeling it brought along.

He didn't protest, however. Quite the contrary. He entangled his fingers into Shuji's hair, pulling him closer, as close as he could possibly get, angry at the stupid clothes that kept their skin from touching.

Draken lost his balance and leaned over the wall, pushing Shuji against it, kissing him as if it was their last kiss.

(It was.)

It was different from all the kisses they shared so far. This time it wasn't about fucking, it wasn't about satisfying that primal, filthy desire. It was much more meaningful. Much more scary. Because they shouldn't be kissing like that. They shouldn’t be feeling like that. They were never meant to… And yet they found each other somehow. 

- That's gonna be a memory I'm going to hold onto most desperately - he whispered into his lips, holding Shuji's face close, not ready to open his eyes, not ready to confess that it was probably their last kiss. - The one i will probably cherish the most - he added.

He wasn’t ready to let go of him, scared that Shuji would disappear. 

- I'm not just a memory yet, my Dragon. - Hanma whispered softly and smiled right into Draken's lips, before allowing them to connect once again. 

One of Shuji's palms quickly ended up on the side of Draken's neck, caressing it with fondness and occasionally sliding his thumb across his jaw and cheek. The other one eventually found its way to the Dragon's hip. Soon, Hanma's curious fingers were wandering up Draken's body, reaching his waist, and to his backside, squeezing his buttcheek in quite a playfull and weirdly affectionate manner. 

Not yet. But soon. 

Draken’s lips trembled when he felt Shuji kissing him again so impatiently it hurt. It hurt somewhere inside his chest, somewhere where his heart was, his heart that was beating so fast it seemed like it was about to tear apart his chest. 

Ryuguji gasped, feeling his touch. Impatient as ever and yet… intimate. Affectionate. Tender. Shuji’s palms knew Dragon’s body so well, as if he had touched him a million times before. And maybe he did. In this life, or another. He just seemed to know all the curves, all the crevices. Like a lover would. 

Is this what they became? The unintended lovers? That was supposed to be a one time thing. A brief encounter, a chase after bodily pleasure, nothing more. But it became more. Yet Draken couldn’t even pinpoint exactly when that happened. It just stopped being brief somewhere along the way. It stopped being simple and just horny. 

They were supposed to be just friends with benefits. Buddies that fuck sometimes. It’s not like Hanma would ever even consider them to be something more than that, right? Right…? 

And yet, here was Kenny, struggling to say whatever he was about to say out loud, as if those few words would break his own heart. As if those would break Shuji’s heart as well. That was probably the most horrific of things. He cared about that pretty boy, obviously he didn’t want to hurt him. The situation just… got out of hand. But he couldn’t let it continue either, it wasn’t fair. 

- Shuji - he whispered softly, trying to stop all those tender, affectionate kisses the Reaper was placing all over Ryuguji’s lips. He moved back and gazed at him as Shuji took a big draw of a half burned cigarette. Damn he was pretty. Inside and out. He deserved the fucking world. But Draken couldn’t give it to him. 

- Hm…? 

- I… I got back together with him - he said, so quietly that only his Reaper could hear it. He wished he didn’t say it at all. There was that tricky, malicious part of his brain that was telling him to not say a word. But it wasn’t fucking fair. 

[chirp-a-chirp]

Ikemen Prince: Bittersweet Thoughts

*Implied spoilers for Leon’s Route

Jin

The palace nursery is quiet, except for the steady breathing of a brown haired girl, her locks tumbling over her brow, covering her wine-red eyes. Jin looks tenderly at his daughter and covers her sleeping form with a blanket.

In her grasp is a well-worn teddy bear, its neck adorned with a green bow. The bear, a gift from her uncle Luke, has clearly been loved, its body stitched together with a patchwork of faded pink fabrics.

The name of the girl? Leyla.

Chevalier

Within his library on a bookshelf is a small glass box. The box contains a book propped up on a stand called “The Tale of the Two Princes”. Hidden from view is a handwritten note scrawled on the book’s title page—Happy Birthday Chevalier, Leticia Lelouch

Emma peers at the box. “What is—“

Chevalier closes the book he reads, answering Emma’s unfinished question. “A reminder. To recognize a person’s value before it is too late.”

Leon

A crowd cheers in a local tavern. The owner stands next to Leon as he reveals an updated menu.

“And now, back by popular demand, in honor of our king. Order number 14: The King’s Feast!” A steaming hot shepherd’s pie, made with hearty vegetables and 3 kinds of meat, is placed before Leon.

A glass shatters from the nearby bar. In that moment, Leon is pulled back into his childhood past. He feels the sting of a slaver’s whip, red lash marks rising on his arm as he shields his face in a feeble attempt at protection.

“FOURTEEN!” The boy has no name beyond the number assigned him. The overseer’s snarl is as ferocious as his lash. “This work is unacceptable. Guards, don’t reward him with a meal tonight!”

“Your highness! Are you ok?” The tavern owner’s voice brings Leon back to the present. Leon summons his well-known smile, subconsciously rubbing his lower arm.

“Of course. Never been better.”

Nokto

Unable to find a companion for the evening, Nokto grabs a book from the library. The book of choice instantly conjures images of him and Licht as children. As Emma walks past, she notices the title of the book.

“A book about persuasion? But you’re the most skilled negotiator in the palace.”

Nokto shakes his head, his voice quiet, containing none of his usual confidence. “Am I? If I were, don’t you think Licht would be fighting to live, instead of fighting to die?”

[snowbellewells]

Fandom Birthday Rec List for @jrob64

Happy Birthday, dear Joni! Happy Birthday to You!!!

Okay, when I set out to make this list of my favorites of your works, I had a couple in mind right off the top of my head, and thought "This is a no-brainer! It'll be easy!" You would think I'd have known better after the massive list I created when Krystal asked for our favorite fics overall a couple years ago and I ended up making a Sweet 16 style bracket to even narrow mine down. Needless to say, I ended up with a solid dozen stories on my paper, instead of the five or six I needed, and discovered a few hidden gems from way back before I knew you that I hadn't even read!! However, my very, VERY favorite has never wavered and is still exactly the same - you'll see! ;)

Anyway, I am so glad I found your wonderful writings, have gotten to know you in person, text with you, travel with you, and become genuinely good friends. Your are a blessing in my life, and I hope this gift brings a bit of a smile to your face as I try to celebrate the joy you've shared with us all in creating further adventures for our pirate and princess. Happy Birthday!!!

**Top 6 Favorite @jrob64 Fics (in descending order)**

#6 - "One Thrill Ride Leads to Another" (my own birthday fic! ;p )

This five part (six, with the epilogue) story is pure fun and chemistry and sweetness overload. I adore it more than I can really say, and am beyond flattered that a handsome sight and chance comment of mine helped to birth the original idea. And no, it isn't even just because this one include an alive and happy Graham as supporting character and a hilariously hot secondary Red Huntsman plot line -- though it certainly doesn't hurt!! ;) My rambling can't really do this one justice, so if anyone reading this has missed it, I beg of you: Check it out for yourself! It's a perfect summer treat!

#5 - "Silly Songs With Killian" (Modern AU one shot - adorable!)

Okay, I realize that I am using a valuable spot on this list for a fluffy little one shot, but it's just that much fun and has that much heartwarming power. I dare you to get the image of Killian playing VeggieTales on the guitar for a wildly enthusiastic audience of one small boy who is madly excited by the effort out of your head! You won't be able to - it's gonna stick with you and make you smile every time it floats back in!! If you've had a bad day and need a pick me up, this is your fic right here!

#4 - "Taking on Mrs. Jones" (hilariously hot silver fox one shot)

This is another more comic/lighthearted one shot, but I just can't resist it. In fact, I re-read it in making certain of my list, and I love it all the more. This one features a slightly older, professor Killian (one of my serious weaknesses) and a married version of CS. Plus, when he gets an overly flirtatious new co-worker who makes him uncomfortable - Emma comes perfectly to the defense of her man and teaches that girl a lesson.

#3 - "Ghosted" (a WIP supernatural modern AU MC for @cssns24)

This story is still in progress, but it has very quickly jumped the list to become one of Joni's best, best offerings (in my humble opinion)! I love the unusual and intriguing plot and can't wait to see how it will turn out. The inclusion of Will and Belle as secondary characters (and a secondary love story) is wonderful👩🏻‍🍳 *chef's kiss!* And a ghostly version of Liam absolutely tugs on my heart. Definitely check this one out if you haven't yet.

#2 - "Always in my Heart" (5 Part Modern AU, so feelsy and angsty and deep)

This one moved me to tears in the process, way more than once. I loved the long lost friends reunited aspect of this story, right from the start. I loved the sense of adopted family Emma has with David and MM, and most especially Ruth. (I always loved David's mom in canon, and the chance to see a lot more of her in this fic, and to see what this version of her means to Emma was priceless, even if heart wrenching too.)

#1 - "Sowing Seeds of Trust" (and its extra chapter "Marco's Legacy")

This story was the first one of yours I discovered, Joni, and I was completely captured! It was wrapped around my heart from the very first chapter. I loved the vulnerability and need, but also strength and resilience, in this version of Emma. I loved Killian's support, understanding and love in how he reached out to her. I love the friendships with David, MM, Ruby, and of course MARCO!! (He steals the whole show here, honestly!) The faith and restoration and perfect "happy beginning" after trials in this story are original, unique, and unforgettable. It's always going to be my favorite, I think, as it lead me to your writing to begin with, and it touched me deeply.

*Honorable mentions - if anyone is curious - also not to be missed:

"Snowstorm Confessions"

"Lonely No More"

"Faultline"/"Seismic Waves" (Liam x Elsa)

"Where Her Heart Belongs"/"Her Heart's Home"

"For the Sake of Henry"

Hope you enjoy your little list - and an absolutely wonderful day!!! Very Best Birthday Wishes to You!!!

[eventinelysplayground]

Ikemen Prince Masterlist

This is an ongoing Masterlist for all of the Ikepri fanfiction I do. Some stories feature more than one Prince but if the main focus is specific it will be listed under that prince. If there is not a clear focus on one Prince I will put it under multiple characters. This list goes by Prince order then by release order. Image credits/belongs to Cybird. Last updated on August 30, 2024.

50 Follower Event:

Checkmate WC 1745 Chevalier & Gilbert

Just A Moment WC 1300 Nokto & Licht

A Glance & A Dance WC 1967 Jin & Leon

Multiple Princes/Emma:

Decorating Mishap WC 661

Maybe WC 105

Outplayed WC 530

New Experiments WC 1379

Parry, Riposte WC 2032

Jin:

Dance Lesson WC 891

A Promise Between Brothers WC 1050

A Mother's Touch WC 688

Afternoon Delights (NSFW) WC 1550

Chevalier:

Anything to Help

Letters for Christmas WC 1088

A Sleeping Rabbit WC 940

Permission WC 655

A Past Choice WC 952

Clavis:

Seasonal Fun

Leon:

Family Outing WC 1150

Birthdays Past & Present WC 1744

Yves:

Absolutely Stunning WC 2045

For All Time (TW- heavier content) WC 2552

Licht:

Welcome Home Licht (NSFW)

Home for Christmas WC 793

Nokto:

Waiting Up

Favorite Flower

One Last Dance WC 1305

Luke:

A Bear to Honey WC 1430

Sariel:

A Devil's Heaven (NSFW) WC 2150

A Visit From The Past- Part 1 WC 860

Rio:

Why WC 1564

Silvio:

A King's Gamble

Surprise

Another Surprise WC 300

When Bonds Are Broken (TW- heavier content) WC 2523

Keith/Wicked Keith:

A Starry Night

Beneath the Stars- (NSFW) A Starry Night Epilogue WC 1175.

Gilbert:

Something Interesting

Distractions (NSFW) WC 2075

OC Kids:

Happiness-Violet & Tristan WC 2140

The Vixen and the Wolfhound- Maeve & Dario WC 1285

[sifasdt]

SIFAS Daily Theatre Classic: 2023-06-09

(Transcription after the break.)

[Image transcription:]

SIFAS Daily Theatre for 2023-06-09

Happy Birthday, Nozomi-chan!

Emma: Nozomi-chan, happy birthday! Nozomi: Thanks, Emma-chan. Emma: Today, I’m going to spoil you all day long~! Nozomi: Spoil...? Emma: Yup! First, we’re going to have a picnic in the park and eat sandwiches. After lunch, we’ll lie down on the grass. My lap pillow is approved by Kanata-chan~! Then, I’ll sing a lullaby and stroke your hair until you fall asleep... Nozomi: W-Wait! I appreciate the sentiment! I mean, I’m really happy that you thought about this plan, but I’m not really into that kind of thing... Emma: You just appreciate the sentiment...? You don’t want to be spoiled...? Nozomi: Um... Emma: Nozomi-chan... I really want to spoil you. You always work so hard... Please...! Nozomi: O-Okay! Today, I’ll let myself be spoiled by you~!

[End transcription.]

[eggskie]

yesterday I borrowed joeys ipad to sketch them a very quick bday present and did you know that uh. ipads are very hard to get used to. but I will see if I can line and colour it on my own tablet anyways happy birthday part 2 @smokedbeans ❤️

Emma Verde and Flour 💚🐐

edit: tumblr hates image quality </3

[blueiscoool]

Stolen van Gogh Painting Worth Millions Returned in a Ikea Bag

The painting was stolen in March 2020 from the Singer Laren Museum.

A Dutch art detective has helped recover a missing Vincent van Gogh painting that was stolen from the Singer Laren Museum, east of Amsterdam, in March 2020.

The "Parsonage Garden at Nuenen in Spring," painted in 1884, was stolen from the famous Dutch museum in a daring overnight smash-and-grab heist during the coronavirus lockdown.

Dutch art crime detective Arthur Brand, who has spent decades tracking down some of the world's greatest masterpieces, announced on Tuesday he had recovered the stolen masterpiece.

In a video posted on Brand's Instagram, the detective can be seen unwrapping the coveted artwork, holding it up as he poses for the camera.

"So here it is! The Spring Garden by Vincent van Gogh which was stolen three and a half years ago on Van Gogh's birthday from a museum in the Netherlands. We have searched for it for more than three and a half years," he said.

Brand said he was able to recover the famous artwork in "close coordination" with Dutch police, deeming it a "great day for all Van Gogh lovers worldwide."

The painting -- estimated to be worth between about $3.2 million to $6.4 million -- was handed to Brand by an unnamed man in a blue Ikea bag at his Amsterdam home, he said.

"Finally, it's here, it's back," said Brand, announcing he is set to return it today to the Singer Laren Museum director.

The recovery followed the emergence of "proof-of-life" photos of the painting circulating in online Mafia circles in June 2020, three months after the dramatic heist. One of the images showed the multimillion-dollar artwork -- which measures 25-by-57 centimeter -- flanked alongside a copy of The New York Times international edition and a book about a famous art thief.

In April 2021, Dutch police spokesperson Maren Wonder announced in a video statement that a 58-year-old man, named only as Nils M, was arrested in Baarn, Netherlands, on suspicion of stealing paintings by van Gogh and Frans Hals with an accumulative value of £18 million, or about $22.4 million.

"This arrest is an important step in the investigation," Wonder announced at the time. "Both paintings have not yet resurfaced with this arrest. The search continues unabated."

In a statement sent Tuesday, Dutch Police confirmed that the perpetrator was in custody and that the famous painting has been recovered, soon to be ready to be viewed by the public.

"The perpetrator is in custody and the painting is back. We are very happy with that result," said Richard Bronswijk, of the Dutch Police's Art Crime Unit.

"We know hat these types of items are used as collateral within organized crime. Intercepted messages have given us good insight into the criminal trade in these types of valuable objects."

The penalty for stealing a painting is imprisonment of 8 years.

"The search for Frans Hals' painting continued unabated."

By Emma Ogao.