#I just wanted to an excuse to draw the whole party AND flowers

[fluffyfangirl]

Lucas: Peony - symbolizes bashfulness and compassion; the big fluffy blossoms symbolize healing and care.

Max: Gladiolus - symbolizes strength of character, faithfulness and honor

El: Lily - symbolize feminine beauty and purity

Dustin: Tulip - symbolize eternal love and devotion

Mike: Marguerite - symbolizes love fortune telling, secret love, fidelity, and sincerity

Will: Sunflower - symbolizes adoration and dedication and dedicated love.

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Flowers For My Valentine (Steve Raglan x Fem! Reader) - Valentine's Day Special

Hello hello and Happy Valentine's Day my lovelies! We have some sweet and flirty Steve Raglan this time around thanks to a wonderful Anon who made a request (this was so fun thank you so much!) If you would like to see more of this, more fnaf in general, or would like to be added to my tag list please let me know!

WARNINGS: Age gap (Reader is in her late 20's, Steve is in his early 50's), office romance, flirting, mutual pining, reader very briefly talks about how she doesn't feel good enough, some swearing, not proofread, if I missed any please let me know!

You can find my Masterlist here! ~ AO3 Link!

Word Count: 6,189

“Good morning Linda!” You greet your co-worker jovially.

“Oh, perfect, you're here.” She waves you over, her long bright red acrylics clacking together. “Could you bring this down to Mr. Raglan’s office? I’d go do it, but he likes you better.” She teases with a chuckle, making your cheeks warm. She hands the pink flier over to you. It was the announcement for the office's annual Valentine’s Day party.

You walk down the plain, beige hallway, the walls lined with matching, cheap doors, their old brass hardware glinting in the fluorescent lights that hang from overhead. You paused in front of the last door on the left, ‘Steve Raglan' printed across the nameplate. You tap softly, a soft smile finding its way to your lips as you hear him call you in. He says your name softly, grinning brightly at you. “What a pleasant surprise.” He motions to the chair across from him. “Please, sit! Um, would you like some coffee? Tea maybe?” He hurries to stand, banging his knee on the desk in the process and making him curse under his breath.

“Mr. Raglan are you okay?” You hurry to his side, your look of pure concern making the older man’s features soften.

“I'm fine rabbit, being around pretty girls just makes me nervous.” He says with a wink. You giggle, growing flustered at his compliment.

“You flatter me, Mr. Raglan.” He gets lost in your eyes for a moment, the playful glimmer in them drawing him in. His gaze flashes down to the paper you held in your hands.

“What do we have here?” He smiles, taking the flier from you. He reads it over silently, running his fingers down his tie. “A Valentine’s Day party, huh?” His silvery eyes flash to yours, a playful smile lacing it’s way across his lips. “Are you going to drag your boyfriend to this thing?”

“Oh, there's no boyfriend to drag along.” You giggle. “I'm probably going to be stuck in some mindless gossip loop with some of the other ladies if I go.”

“If you go?” He repeats the last part of your statement.

“I'm not really a big Valentine's Day girl.” You admit, swaying awkwardly on your heels. “The whole holiday tends to be a bit of a let down if I'm being honest.” Your eyes widened slightly as you realized you were being far too casual. “I'm sorry, Mr. Raglan. I shouldn't be talking about this stuff at work.” You hurriedly tried to head for the door, wanting to excuse yourself as quickly as possible before you became even more flustered. You slam the door behind you, managing to slip into the bathroom just as you heard his office click back open. You silently berated yourself for looking so stupid in front of him. “Let’s just open up to him about every shitty Valentine's we've ever had!” You mock yourself in the mirror. You sigh, studying your reflection. It was silly really. For a brief moment the thought flashed through your head that maybe, somehow, some way, Steve would've asked you to go to the party with him. You splashed some water on your face, reluctantly deciding to go back to the office. Hopefully he would forget about your awkward little interaction by tomorrow.

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“Alright, who is he?” You freeze in your tracks as you walk through the office door.

“Excuse me?” You ask, your gaze trailing up to the reception desk. You were met with the sight of a beautiful, elaborate bouquet made up of yellow, purple, and white flowers.

“They're addressed to you. You better not have gotten a boyfriend and not told me about it, I thought we shared everything!” She pretends to be hurt, making you chuckle.

“We do, you're my work wife, I wouldn't survive without you.” You pout, she laughs, shaking her head slightly. “Was there a card?” Both of your curiosity over the matter bubbled up as you did a quick investigation of the scenario.

“There is, but no name.” She hands the small, cream colored piece of cardstock over to you.

“I know flowers from your secret admirer are cliche, but I wanted to do something special for the woman who never fails to brighten my day.” You couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you read over the message.

“Do you think it's someone in the office?” She asks in a hushed tone.

“I don't see why not. I don't have anyone that would send me flowers at work, even as a joke.” You explain, trying to place a face to the neat script that swirled across the card.

“Wow.” Your eyes snap up to Steve Raglan. His short sleeve, yellow button down with brown pinstripes tucked neatly into his perfectly pressed pants. “Someone's a lucky lady.” He smiles at Linda, more than likely assuming they were from her husband.

“Oh they're not for me, someone has their eye on your best employee.” She states in a teasing tone.

“Is that so?” He shoves his free hand into his pocket, the other holding a comically small looking mug of coffee. “Guess someone might have a date for the Valentine's Party yet.” Warmth pools behind your cheeks as your eyes meet his striking silver ones.

“You didn't happen to see who dropped these off, did you Mr. Raglan?” You ask curiously.

He shakes his head, “I'm afraid not sweetheart, but I'll keep an eye out.” He chuckles. “I have to make sure whoever is trying to catch your attention only has the best intentions in mind for my favorite girl.” You let out a flustered giggle as he winks at you. He pulls his pager off his belt, quickly reading the message. “I'm going to have some new client paperwork that needs to be filed, I'll have it on your desk within the hour if that's alright?”

“Absolutely, Mr. Raglan. I'll take care of it.” You smile brightly at him.

“This is why you're the best!” He compliments you. “Thank you beautiful, I'll be back.” You noticed Linda’s gaze trail after him, watching him intently until he shut his office door behind him.

“Do you think Mr. Raglan might have left you those flowers?” You choke on your drink, coughing and sputtering as you try to regain your composure.

“Now where the hell did that come from?” You ask in response, unable to meet her eyes as you try to hide your nervous expression.

“Well, you're obviously his favorite, everyone that works for this company knows that. He always compliments you, he’s always telling you how pretty you look or how good of a job you're doing. If it’s anyone in the office my money’s on him.” She rattles off the first few reasons that came to her mind.

“Oh, I don't know about that.” You nervously wring your hands in your lap, staring blankly down at the stack of papers that sat in front of you. “I'm nothing special, plus I'm sure he has a wife.” You try to wave her off.

“I've never noticed a ring.” Your breath froze in your throat as you saw her attention turn to you. A smirk spreads across her lips, “and from how flustered you look right now I'm assuming that someone definitely doesn't mind the attention.” She whispers.

“Okay, okay, hang on.” You wave your hand in front of her, wanting to cut her off before she has the chance to keep snowballing her idea. “If I tell you this, not another soul hears about this, not even Mark!” You point an accusatory finger at her.

“Honey, please, my husband doesn't give a rat's ass about work gossip. Tell me everything.” She leans an elbow on the desk as she spins her chair to face you, taking a long sip of coffee from her mug as she waits patiently for the details.

“I might have a bit of a thing for him.” You admit, your cheeks already heating up at the simple confession. “He's funny and charming and handsome and… I don't know, I feel so stupid.” You groan, dropping your head into your hands.

“You shouldn't feel stupid.” She rushes to reassure you. “You are a gorgeous young woman, I'm sure he would be absolutely flattered-”

“It's not even about that.” You sigh. Linda gives you an incredulous look in response. “Okay, maybe it is a little about that. But, on top of the fact that he could just outright reject me, he's my boss, he's quite a bit older than I am, he's going to get to know me and see that I'm just some stupid young kid and it's going to make things weird here and I'm going to have to quit my job because of it.”

“I think someone is overthinking this way too much.” She laughs, shaking her head slightly.

“I get it, it's scary. There's a lot of unknowns and different ways it could all pan out. But, you'll never know if you don't try. I'm not saying burst in there right now, rip your clothes off, and try to seduce him.” You can't help but laugh at her over the top idea. “All I'm saying is maybe make a little effort to flirt with him, test the waters, see how it feels.”

You sigh, leaning back in your chair, “I don't even know how to even try if I'm being completely honest.”

“Listen up, buttercup, it's time for a crash course in office flirting 101.” She laughs.

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You smooth your blouse as you stand in front of the last office on the left, repeatedly reading over the name ‘Steve Raglan’ printed in neat gold lettering in front of you as you try to build up your confidence. You tap softly on the door, waiting for the quiet ‘come in’ before entering. “Finished up with that paperwork already?” He smiles brightly at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he speaks.

“Yessir, I just wanted to come hand deliver it myself.” You shoot him a coy grin.

“Can I interest you in some coffee?” He asks, still reading from the paperwork you handed him, expecting you to flit out of the room like you normally did.

“Do you have any tea?” You saw him pause, his brows furrowing slightly before he looked up at you.

“I do.” It took him a moment to continue, still trying to process the situation. “Why don't you sit down, I'll put the kettle on.” You nod, plopping down into one of the slightly too hard chairs that sat opposite him at his desk. You can't help but giggle as you glance over your shoulder to find Steve studying you.

“You seem a bit surprised that I stayed.” He snaps himself from his thoughts.

“I am, if I'm being honest. I feel like every time I invite you to stay for a cup of tea you practically sprint out of here.” He chuckles, slowly walking back to his desk and sitting across from you. “I'm not that scary am I?”

You shake your head, “no, you're not. I think you're sweet, Mr. Raglan.” You fidget with your fingers for a moment before deciding to take a rather bold approach to the flirting Linda had suggested. “Being around handsome men just makes me nervous.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, watching as the realization set in that he had said something very similar to you the day prior.

He breathes out a laugh, a smile lacing its way across his lips. “Well, thank you rabbit. I'm flattered that a pretty little thing like you thinks I'm handsome. Also, feel free to call me Steve, I think we know each other well enough at this point, don't you?”

“I think you might be right.” You perk up at the sound of the kettle going off, immediately hopping out of your seat to get it.

“Oh, I can-” you cut him off with a small wave of your hand.

“Steve, you have to be one of the hardest workers I know.” You fill his mug first, carrying it over to him slowly to make sure you wouldn't spill any coffee. “I think you should let someone take care of you for a change.” You wink at him, your hand trailing across his shoulder as you step next to him.

“Well how can I refuse such a tempting offer.” He grins, his silver eyes flashing across your features. You made your own cup of tea before returning to the seat across from him. You feel his gaze trailing over your much smaller form as you carefully cross your legs. “Any leads on that secret admirer of yours?” He asks casually, taking a long sip of his coffee.

“Nothing yet, but I'm hoping I can figure it out soon.” You run your finger along the rim of your mug. “I'm hoping I can manage to find out who it is before the party.” He clears his throat as he shifts himself in his seat slightly.

“Anything's possible isn't it?” He responds, lacing his fingers together as his hands come to rest on his stomach. You were both interrupted by a knock on his door.

“Steve, sorry to interrupt, you got a minute?” It was one of your coworkers.

“I'll stop by later Mr. Raglan, thank you for the tea.” You smiled softly at him, his eyes locked with yours as you stood, smoothing your clothes slightly before sauntering out of the room.

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You jump when somebody calls your name. You look up to see Steve shrugging into his thick, gray jacket. “You're still here?” He asks with a warm smile that makes your heart flutter in your chest.

“I had some emails to send, I was just about to head out myself.” He stuffs his hands in his pockets as he slowly approaches you.

“Would it be alright if I walked you to your car?” He asks carefully, as if he was trying to pin down the exact right way to ask you. “It's late, I want to make sure you get there safely, is all.” You could hear the slight hesitancy in his tone, that fact he seemed almost nervous made you smile.

“That's very sweet of you Steve, thank you.” You smile warmly at him. He helps you into your jacket, stuffing his hands back in his pockets as he slows his long strides so you could keep up easily. “Are you going to be bringing your wife to the Valentine's Day party?” You finally ask after walking in silence for a while.

Steve chuckles, “oh, I'm not a married man, rabbit. I'm afraid it's just going to be me.” You feel your cheeks warm at the sound of his gravelly tone.

“It's a shame, I guess we're both going to be single for Valentine's Day.” You giggle.

“What a shame indeed, I'm very surprised some dumb little boy hasn't tried to scoop you up. A pretty thing like you deserves a man who’ll make her feel special.” He smirks down at your flustered state.

“Well, maybe if I can get to the bottom of who sent me those flowers I could get to the bottom of that.” You brace against the cold as he holds the door open for you. Steve holds his coat open, pulling you into his side and shielding you from the wind.

“You never know, he could be a lot closer than you think.” He winks at you, making you let out a flustered giggle. The end of your nose tingles from the cold as you stop in front of your car. “Have a good night, rabbit.” He smiles softly down at you, his silver eyes searching yours with a subtle intensity.

“Good night, Steve.” You pull open your car door, a dull ache settling in your chest as you watch him start to head off. You called his name, making him pause. He turns to glance back at you, your smaller form moving before you have a chance to overthink the situation. You pushed yourself up onto the tips of your toes, your hand wrapping around his strong bicep as you leaned in, allowing your lips to come to rest against his cheek. “Get home safely.” You whisper, letting your eyes linger on him before you hopped in your driver's seat and watched him walk to his own car with an absolutely dumbfounded expression on his face.

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You were one of the first people in the office this morning. Having to come in early to prepare the conference room for a meeting and to send out reminder emails for said event definitely wasn't your idea of fun, but there was something oddly tranquil about the nearly empty space so early in the morning. You had been called over to one of your coworkers cubicles to help with a paper work issue, smiling at Steve as you watched him push into the room, flurries of snowflakes trailing in through the door behind him. The memory of you kissing him on the cheek the night prior raced to the forefront of your mind, your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks growing warm as you rushed off before he had a chance to confront you about it. You had felt guilty about it, he was your boss, now you've probably made whatever small relationship the two of you had extremely awkward. You looked around as you headed back to your desk, expecting him to emerge from nowhere at any second. You froze when you noticed a red, heart shaped box, all wrapped up with a matching satin bow. ‘These chocolates will never be as sweet as you, but they're the closest thing I could find.’ you smiled as your eyes drifted over the familiar neat script. Once again, the card contained no clues as to who your secret admirer might be. You carefully undid the bow and lifted the lid to find a stunning box of extravagant assorted chocolates. “Another gift from your prince charming?” Linda asks with an excited grin as she roughly tossed her purse and jacket into her chair.

“The funniest part is… these definitely weren't on my desk when I got here. They must have just been dropped off.” She eyes you curiously before looking around at the possible suitors within the small space. You noticed her lips pull into a smile as her eyes locked onto someone.

“Well, good morning Mr. Raglan.” Your blood turned to ice in your veins at the mention of his name.

“Good morning ladies, I hope you're having a good day so far.” You reluctantly turn to face him at the sound of your name. “Another present?” His eyes dart down to the half open box before returning to your face.

“Um, yes sir.” You squeak in response. “Still no name though.” You giggle.

“Shame…” he trails off as he studies you. “I hope he reveals himself soon, I'd like to know who's keeping that pretty smile on your face.” He winks before quickly turning and heading off.

“Something happened between you two, I can feel it.” She narrows her eyes, passing you your own mug of coffee as she settles in with her own. “Spill.”

“So, remember how you brought up that whole flirting thing?” She nods. “Well, I may have pushed things a little further than just, you know, giggling and fawning over his muscles, right?” Her silence was making your nerves run rampant. “I may or may not have kissed him on the cheek when we were parting ways last night.” She gasps your name in shock. “It felt right, okay!” You yell-whisper. “He walked me out to my car, I had already been flirting with him a little bit earlier, he was being his usual sweet and handsome self… I don't know what came over me, it just sort of happened.” You bury your face in your hands.

“What did he say?” She pushes your shoulder lightly to regain your attention.

“I don't know, I got in my car and I left.”

“Are you kidding me? You kissed him and then just walked away?”

“On the cheek!” You rush to clarify.

“On the cheek or not doesn't matter, what if that could have turned into something more?”

“Doubtful-”

“But how do you know?” Your mouth snapped shut at her statement. “Give yourself a little more time to feel things out, but I would say after that you should definitely try to make things a little more serious.”

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You tapped softly against Steve’s office door, a pile of folders situated neatly in your grasp. He calls you in, his back facing you as you enter the room. You wait patiently for him to finish up the phone call he was on, jumping slightly as he slams down the receiver. He groans as he spins in his chair, massaging the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I swear, they always stick me with the worst damn clients.”

“It's because you’re the best career counselor in the state, if anyone can solve hopeless cases it's you.” You laugh softly, Steve brightens up at the compliment.

“Why thank you bunny.” He says before letting out a quiet chuckle. “I don't know about the best, but flattery will get you everywhere young lady.” He winks at you, making your cheeks grow warm.

“I brought you Mr. O’Malley’s file, along with the applications and other paperwork for the company's we work with that hire people with criminal records. Is there anything else you'd like from me?”

“For you to come to dinner with me tonight.” The request rang in the otherwise silent room like a gunshot. You could hear the blood rushing behind your ears as you processed whether or not you had heard him correctly. “You've been working a lot of late nights, if it's alright with you I'd like to handle things for you for a change.” He smiles warmly at you, you stared back at him with a shocked, empty expression as your mind struggled to catch up with your words.

“I…” you trail off, the warmth in his eyes quickly turning into an expression of panic.

“Sorry if I overstepped, you can say no I won't be offended.” He hurries to apologize.

“Steve.” You jolted slightly at how forceful your own voice came out. You sucked in a deep breath in an attempt to steady your pounding heart. “I would love to. You didn't overstep, I'm just… surprised?” It came out as more of a question but that felt fitting for the moment. You were beyond excited, still not fully believing that he had just asked you to dinner.

“Why's that rabbit?” He rests his chin in the palm of his hand as he leans on his desk, his expression more perplexed than anything else.

Your hand slid over the cool metal doorknob. “It’s just kind of hard to believe that the most handsome man I've ever met is asking me to have dinner with him later.” Your lips pull into a coy smile. “I'll see you later tonight, Steve.” You quickly slip out of his office, heading quickly back to your desk. You decided it was best to wait to mention this to Linda, your nerves were already running rampant as it was. You tried your best to get through the rest of the work day without looking suspicious, but her sharp eyes noticed how frequently you checked the time, how you nervously flipped your pen in between your fingers as you sat idly at your keyboard.

She swivels her chair to face you, her long acrylics drumming rhythmically across the desk. You internally cringe as you watch her eyes narrow. “Spill-”

“He asked me to dinner.” The pressure was immediately too much. “I didn't want to tell you because I didn't want to be thinking about it all day but I can't stop.”

“I'm sorry, you didn't want to tell me about the biggest development in your love life since I've met you? He's so into you, this is going to be great!” She tries to encourage you.

“What if he doesn't like me? What if I'm boring or I'm not what he thought I would be like outside of work?” You start to ramble out your anxieties.

“Slow down, that's not going to happen. You are so cool, I need you to remember that.” She starts to dig around through her purse, producing a few makeup products and some tissues. “Go touch up if you want to, I can hold down things here.” You quietly thank her, heading to the bathroom to freshen up your makeup.

The remainder of the day crawled by until five o'clock eventually rolled around. Linda sat at your side, fussing over your hair and trying to convince you to remove the sweater you were wearing to reveal the slinky black cocktail dress you were currently wearing as a skirt. “I'm going to freeze to death.” She practically throws her jacket at you.

“I know exactly which dress that is, you look hot as fuck in it. Give me the sweater.” She orders. You groan and reluctantly pull it over your head, tossing it at her before standing and slipping your arms into the satin lined sleeves. “Heading out, Mr. Raglan?” She couldn't hide the excited tone in her voice as you heard his heavy footsteps approach behind you.

“As long as this pretty little thing is ready to go.” You turn to face him, your cheeks warm as you try to hide your flustered expression. “You look beautiful, rabbit.”

“I'll see you tomorrow Linda.” You smile as he offers you his arm, guiding you into his side as you leave the building together.

He opens your door for you, holding your hand as you lower yourself into the impeccably clean vintage muscle car. He slides into the driver's seat with a soft groan, his gold framed aviators glinting in the setting sunlight. A smile spreads across his face as he studies you in the seat next to him. He silently starts the car, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he turns to back up. As he sits back down his arm remains in place, his large warm hand settling on your arm and pulling you to him. You lean in and place a soft kiss to his cheek, your eyes immediately darting down to your lap. He chuckles, taking your chin between his fingers and running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You better be careful, you might get yourself into trouble doing things like that.” He chuckles, watching your eyes widen under his hungry gaze.

Steve drove you to a cute little bistro that overlooked the river that ran through town. With you tucker safely away into his side to brace against the cold he led you inside. You were sat in a corner, tucked away from everyone else. He ordered for you, wanting you to just enjoy your evening. “Thank you for coming with me.” He says with a bashful smile.

“Thank you for asking me.” Your heart pounded in your chest as you watched his large, calloused hand reach across the pristine white table cloth to envelope your own.

“The Valentine's Day party is tomorrow.” He suddenly chimes in. You hum in response, eyeing him curiously. “Have you decided if you're going or not?”

“I've definitely been considering it. At the very least I'd get to see you, if anything.” You smile warmly.

“You're sweet.” He gives your hand a soft squeeze. “I'll never understand why you willingly choose to spend time with an old man like me.” Your eyes snapped to him, your heart beginning to race as you debated just putting all of your feelings out into the open.

“Well,” your voice shakes when you finally find the nerve to speak, “that's because I-”

“You folks have a wonderful night.” Your jaw snaps shut as the waiter approaches your table to drop off your check.

“You, what, rabbit?” You search his features for a moment, the building confidence spurring you forward had fizzled out in an instant. You slowly pulled your hand out of his, folding it neatly in your lap, he quickly copied your motions.

“I just think you're really easy to talk to.” You mumble, fidgeting with your fork in front of you. “It should be me who's confused.” You try your best to force out a laugh. “I'm just some dumb little post grad who can't find a job in her field, I'm nothing special Steve.”

“Did you know, it took me seven years to find a job in my field after I graduated college?” His voice came out gentler than you had ever heard it. “Bunny just because you're at a different point than you thought you'd be by now doesn't mean that you're not special or that you're falling behind or any way you could look at it. I look forward to coming to work everyday not because I give a singular fuck about what I do, let's not get that confused.” His crass statement made you giggle, you notice your lightening composure made his shoulders relax slightly. “I look forward to coming in every day because I know that you're going to be there. You're going to bounce into the office in your pretty outfits with your cute little heels and that infectious smile of yours… Honey, I know it's hard to see from the outside looking in, but you are a goddamn treasure to have in my life.” He chuckles. Your cheeks burned as you fidgeted with your fingers in your lap.

“Thank you Steve, it's nice to hear something so positive from someone I admire so much.” He settles your tab, walking to your side of the table to offer you his hand. You smile softly, allowing your fingers to ghost over his rough, calloused skin.

“I don't like seeing my girl looking so down.” You squeeze his hand, your fingers pushing through his as he gently tugs you towards the door. You rode back to the office in a comfortable silence. Steve's arm draped over your shoulder as you settled into his side, the warmth creeping into your body from his own making your eyes heavy. As you pulled in you were a bit reluctant to leave. Every subtle, slightly too long glance made your heart thrum, the way you pressed into him felt like a puzzle piece finally slotting into its perfect match. Being with Steve felt like home.

“I had a great time with you tonight.” You state softly in the small space.

“Same here rabbit.” He carefully reaches out, tucking some stray hair behind your ear. “I do have one more, albeit strange, question for you.” He chuckles.

“And what might that be?” You found yourself leaning in closer to him, your gaze slowly falling to his lips that were tantalizingly close.

“Will you dance with me?” As intoxicating as the idea of kissing him was, you were definitely more perplexed by the offer that had just materialized before you.

“I would love to.” Steve found a station playing some old love song, the trumpet’s lazy melody bringing a smile to your face as your stomach filled with butterflies. His strong arm slides around your waist, pulling you to him as softly as he could manage. He treats you as if you were made of glass, as if the smallest rough movement would have you shattering beneath his fingers. The bright light of the full moon made you glow before Steve's eyes.

“You look so beautiful rabbit.” He whispers. You allow him to effortlessly spin you around the pavement, your movements easily falling in time with his. The world around you faded away, leaving nothing but you and him and the dreamy, far off sound of the radio drifting from his car speakers. He dips you low, your body falling into his hands with complete trust. As you pull back up your eyes find his, striking silver that only seemed to draw you in deeper. He takes a step back from you, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“You're a wonderful dancer.” You compliment with a soft giggle. He holds you close to him as he guides you back to your car. He opens your door, holding your hand in his as you lower yourself into your driver's seat.

“You're not so bad yourself.” He grins down at you, shooting you a wink. “Goodnight rabbit.”

“Goodnight Steve.” You couldn't keep the sad smile off your face as he turned to leave.

“You deserve someone who's going to choose you every day, not that it would be a hard choice.” He chuckles. “Bunny, you're beautiful, funny, kind, smart. Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.” He states in a hurried tone before leaving you to sit in the still, silent night.

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The next morning started out just like any other. You went through your daily routine the same way you always did. But, you couldn't shake the memory of what Steve had said to you the night before. ‘Anyone would be lucky to have you by their side… especially me.’ You finished off your makeup before grabbing your coat and heading out the door. You greeted your coworkers in your usual chipper tone as you made your way to your desk. You were met with the sight of a small, yellow plush sitting on your desk, a rose situated neatly in his lap. You picked it up with a smile, rubbing its soft, velvet ear between your fingers as you study it. The note that was left with it contained a single sentence. But, those three words were enough to tell you exactly who your secret admirer had been this whole time. You struggled to keep your composure as you repeatedly traced over the neat script that you now recognized perfectly. “To my rabbit.” You breathe out through a laugh, your vision blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You cradle the stuffed animal close to your chest, hurrying down to Steve's office. You didn't bother knocking, pushing through the door to find Steve answering emails, an alarmed expression on his face as he whips around to face you.

“Bunny are you o-” you wave your hand in front of him, cutting him off as you try to find the right words to say.

“I'm falling for you.” The confession hung thick in the air after it fell from your lips. Steve blinked a couple times, his brows furrowing together in confusion. “I'm tired of hiding this from you. I was worried what would happen if I told you, I mean, you're my boss, you could fire me right now and there's nothing I would be able to do about it.” Both of you laugh, the tension melting slightly at your small joke.

“I take it you found out who your secret admirer is.” A smile stretches across his lips as his gaze darts down to the rabbit in your hand.

“Why didn't you just tell me?” You sniffle, a tear trailing down your cheek. He pushes himself out of his seat with a soft groan.

“Because, I had convinced myself that you could do a lot better than me.” He takes your hands in his. “But, I'm starting to realize that's not true…” He smiles as he studies how small your hands were in his. “Sure, I can't give you all the money in the world, I can't buy you fancy jewelry at the drop of a hat, I don't live in a mansion…” he sucked in a deep breath to steady himself before continuing. “What I do know is that I want to be the one to pick up the pieces when your world feels like it's falling apart, I want to be the one to hold you tightly in my arms while we drift off to sleep at night. I want to be able to choose you day in and day out because I can't imagine a more perfect woman to fall in love with.” You looked away from him, your cheeks streaked with tears.

You reached out, grabbing him by his toe to yank him down to your level. His lips crashed into yours, two strong hands finding their way to your waist to steady both of you. As you tried to pull back you felt his fingertips press into the soft flesh of your hip, keeping you rooted in place as he drank in every second of this moment. You both separated with a soft gasp, your lungs burning with need for air. “Steve?”

“Yes my beautiful bunny?” He responds breathlessly, tilting your chin up gently with his finger.

“Will you be my Valentine?” He chuckles, no words were needed for you to know his answer. He captures your lips in a much softer, more tender kiss that leaves you feeling light headed.

“Does this mean I should get you more flowers?”

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Spirit of the sea

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

SEASON 2 CONTENT AHEAD!!!

Blackbeard rules the sea. Despite wanting his captain back, Izzy realises his mistake. Protecting the crew is his concern. Protecting you is his life mission. Stede's return brings hope, but there's a lot of work to be done before this crew becomes a family.

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Warnings: Spoilers. Izzy serenades you. Wee John looks absolutely amazing. Ned wants to make music with you.

Chapter Fifteen - Night to remember

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You find Izzy drinking up on deck. You make your way over to him and take the bottle from him.

"Bit early for that."

Izzy sighs and looks at you. "I spoke to Ed."

"Oh?" You give him your full attention. "Go on."

"He said sorry."

You smile a little and reach out to caress Izzy's cold cheek softly.

"There's hope."

Izzy says nothing and leans into your touch. "Your hands a cold," he whispers.

"So is your face. The cold sea air is setting in." You smile at him. "Come here."

Izzy leans in a little closer and you kiss him. "There. That will warm you up."

Izzy smiles. You both stay there a little while.

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The crew totally just Calypso'd their captain. Things had been a little stable onboard the ship, so Frenchie used the good old excuse of Calypso's birthday to celebrate.

Stede also thought this was a good way for Ed to make things right again. To turn the poison into positivity.

A party sounded like fun. You were excited.

You joined the crew on shore to spend some of the leftover treasure on things for the party. Food, drink, decoration. It was going to be great.

Izzy followed you through the stalls. As you looked at all the wars available, Izzy looked at you.

He was so in love with you. He couldn't deny it. You were everything to him. There was not a single treasure in the world that would mean more to him than you. His whole world was right there in front of him.

"Izzy, look at this!" You lift up a silver chain belt with lots of little charms hanging off it. The charms looked like little stars to him.

"Very nice."

You put it back down to look at other stuff. Izzy doesn't hesitate to pick up the belt and pay for it, putting it in his satchel for sake keeping.

You pass a stall of flowers and smile as you look at them. You pluck one from the table and turn around to face Izzy. He stops walking as you draw closer and tuck the flower into his waistcoat. You smile.

"There."

He smiles and looks at your face, admiring your eyes. Maybe he could dance with you at this party... but then Izzy remembers his leg and decides to forget that thought. You see the expression on his face change and reach out to him.

"What is it? What's the matter?" You ask softly.

"Nothing. Come on." He takes your hand in his and leads you onward. You don't ask any more questions, but you do keep your eye on him.

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The ship is decorated with fabric, lanterns, flowers, and other little bits the crew managed to find.

You were in Izzy's cabin, well, you supposed it was yours too. You spent enough time in there with him. Izzy wasn't here, but something was sitting on the bed for you. Alongside it was a note written in Izzy's neat writing. You smiled at it as you read it.

A gift for you. Wear it at the party.

- Your Izzy.

You place the note down and unwrap the gift waiting for you. It was only wrapped by cloth and rope, but it was neatly done. Izzy had taken care to make sure it was nicely kept for you.

Silver catches your eye. You smile as you pick up the the belt you had seen in the market earlier that day. Izzy had bought it for you. You put it on right away.

Jim had helped pick out some clothes for you for the party. The crew were apparently dressing up a lite for the occasion. It wasn't much, but it was a nice change from your usual garb.

You make your way up onto the deck to see the party had started. The crew were smiling, drinking, having fun. It was a good atmosphere, and something that was well needed after everything everyone had been through.

It was about time the crew healed.

Ed and Stede were talking to each other on one side of the ship. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but for a brief second Ed looked up at you. You allowed yourself to smile and nod at him.

Ed seemed to really appreciate that.

Yes, he went off the rails and took your lover's leg. Yes, he tortured the crew and tried to kill everyone. But there was room to forgive if Ed just opened his eyes and tried to reconnect.

Izzy would always be your main priority though. No matter what Ed said or did.

Speaking of Izzy, you couldn't see him on deck. You looked around wondering if he was hiding in one of the dark corners of the deck. You weren't about to let him miss out on a good night.

You couldn't see him.

Still, you smiled as Jim came over and splashed you, laughing like a maniac. You laughed too, getting into it.

"Greetings, mortals."

You all turn around to find Wee John standing on the stairs. Your jaw drops slightly at the sight.

"Is that Wee John?" Stede asks.

"'Tis I, Calypso."

You smile. Archie bows down and Jim makes their way a little closer.

"Raise your motherfucking glasses or feel my absolute wrath," Wee John, uh, Calypso, demands.

Everyone raises their glasses with a cheer.

In that next moment you hear Izzy's voice. "Yeah, just play that. Just follow my beat." He limps forward.

Your expression turns to one of surprise and awe.

There stands Izzy, still in his usual gear, but with a few added accessories. The flower you gifted him at the market was tucked into his waistcoat, and he was wearing make up. His hair has been touched up too.

He looked good.

Frenchie plays a few chords and you're once again taken back by what is happening. Izzy starts to sing.

"Hold me close and hold me fast,

The magic spell you cast,

This is la vie en rose."

He sings softly, looking a little awkward, but he carries on singing anyway. As other start to dance around you, you stand there and watch Izzy sing.

"When you kiss me, heaven sighs,

And though I close my eyes,

I see la vie en rose."

Izzy walks over to you and takes your hand, kissing it softly. You can't help the smile that settles on your face. You wonder if he can hear your heart racing in your chest.

"When you press me to your heart...

I'm in a world apart,

A world where roses bloom."

Izzy pulls you in closer and you both began to dance with the others. He keeps the song going.

"And when you speak angels sing from above,

Every day words seem to turn into love-"

He is just about to sing the next word when something shoots at the ship. Everyone begins to panic. Izzy holds onto you. He pulls you down off to the side, his arms around you firmly.

"Good evening, doomed crew of The Revenge." A voice says, followed by the soft tune of a violin.

You know that voice.

"New Low. Fuckin' perfect." Ed sighs.

"I'm going to torture you all, by the way." Ned states proudly.

Izzy had his arm out in front of you, keeping you behind him. You smile softly. He was trying to protect you, but you knew Ned had the whole crew under his thumb.

At least you got tied up close to Izzy where he could see you.

"So, what's the plan, you weird fuck?" Izzy asks the lady that walks over to him.

"Yeah, I'm probably gonna cut your skin off in strips or some bullshit like that." She replies.

"You don't sound very excited about it," Frenchie says from where he is sat.

"What are we celebrating here, guys?" She asks, looking around the ship.

"It's Calypso's birthday," Wee John replies. "I'm Calypso."

"Oh, God. Guys, they Calypso'd them."

"Ned would shit his pants if we did that," one of the others said.

"Yeah, Captain likes a bit of whimsy now and then," Frenchie says.

"Well, I guess our captains have very different ideas about whimsy."

"Maybe we should talk about it," Olu suggests.

"No. Same shit, different day."

"Ya know, whatever this is, it's just gonna turn me on," Izzy says to her.

You chuckle. Izzy smiles at you.

"Should have said so, dear." You wink at him.

"Go fuck yourself," the woman says to him.

"That's my job," you say, not caring who on the crew heard. Some of them groan. Izzy smile and shakes his head softly. He's used to your remarks.

Ed and Stede are brought back out onto the deck. Ed is strung up by his arms and legs, his restraints pulling tight.

"Tighter, please. I think you've almost fixed my lower back," Ed says to Ned.

"Alright, you idiots. It's almost showtime." Ned says. "Everyone settled in? Prepared to give their finest performance?"

He stands and turns around to the lady who had been talking to Izzy earlier. "Can you hurry up?" He asks her, seemingly irritated.

"Do you wan it done fast or do you want it done well?" She asks back.

"Both!"

Stede is sensing some issues between them. "Torturing is won't get your record back."

"I know that. I'm just doing it for the lolz." Ned says to him. "Now, you are about to witness a little something I call, "The Symphony." Let's all tune up! Tuning up!"

They start to torture the crew enough to get them screaming in pain

Ned walks around the deck playing his violin. Stede gets hit.

"Jesus!"

"No! You're late!" Ned groans.

"I wasn't late," the lady says.

"It really hurts," Stede pouts.

"Thank you," the lady smiles. "It's nice to get a little positive reinforcement now and again."

"Don't talk to my employee," Ned warns Stede.

"Oh, that's the problem." Stede says. "You see her as your employee rather than the person she actually is."

"Okay, kill him." Ned instructs. "Let's take it from the top."

Stede manages to get his hands free. He grabs the lady and holds her at knife point. "Enough trifling! Release my crew or Hellkat- Is it Hellkat?"

"It's actually Hellkat Maggie," she says.

"Oh! That's a beautiful name."

You sigh from where you're sat. This isn't how you expected tonight to go. You were looking forward to spending a fun evening with Izzy.

"Go ahead an kill her. She can't even tie a rope correctly," Ned scoffs.

"Maybe I'm demoralised by your constant fucking criticism," she argues back

"Me too. I've had enough of the shiny fuck." Another says.

"I don't like the way it makes me feel working for you," adds another of his crew.

"You're mercenaries. You don't have feelings." Ned says, looking at them all.

"How about you stop telling me who I am?" Hellkat states.

"Yeah, and she has a name." Stede reminds him. "A beautiful one."

The door bursts open and Black Pete comes out screaming, Lucius behind him. It just dawned on you that you hadn't seen them all day.

"Guys, Stede's already got this!" Ed says to them.

"Yeah. Where you been?" Olu asks.

"We got engaged."

Everyone smiles and awes. That's so cute! Yeah, no wonder they've been gone day.

"I love that!" Stede says. "Anywho, where were we? Oh, that's right. Your lot was turning, weren't you?" He asks Hellkat. He hands the knife over to her.

Ned lowers his violin.

Ned's crew start turning their weapons on him.

Ned is promptly restrained. His crew are given some of the treasure aboard The Revenge, and they're sent on their way in a boat. Ned is left behind for Stede to deal with.

The moment you had been freed from your restraints you hurried to free Izzy, holding onto him. He says nothing as he looks at you, not once dropping his gaze. His hands settle on you, happy he can hold you close again.

"So, Bland Beard. How ya gonna do it?" Ned asks.

"I'm not. I don't respect you enough to kill you," Ed says to him. "You're not worth the poison."

"What happened to you?" Ned asks. "You used to be a killer, but now you're just a washed-up, low-born dirtbag."

Stede holds his sword up to Ned. "Walk!"

"Now this is how ya do it," Ned grins. "This is what it's all about right here."

Stede shoves him forward. They walk over to where the plank is still up. "Get up." Stede orders.

"On the plank?" Ned asks.

"Yeah."

"That is kinky," Ned gasps. "You're gonna toss me into the sea?" Ned steps up onto the plank.

"Works for spiders. Works for men," Stede says to him.

"Ya know, once you kill me, you are a real pirate," Ned tells him. "You're not an amateur anymore."

"Don't do it, Stede," Ed says, looking at his man. "Killing in cold blood, you can't come back from that."

"See? That's why he likes you." Ned turns to look at Stede. "It's because of your bumbling amateur status. You're like a pet, I think."

"You hurt my crew," Stede stands his ground. "You shit-talked my friend and damaged my ship. But worst of all, you fucked Calypso's birthday!"

The crew cheer and agree with Stede.

Stede takes the violin which had been put down earlier. He turns back to face Ned.

"What would you like me to do? Jump?" Ned asks.

"No, don't forget your fiddle." Stede throws the violin right at Ned. Ned loses balance and falls into the cold sea below.

Stede had done it.

You watch him go as he walks away.

"Give him a minute," Izzy says to Ed. "First jill's always a mind-fuck."

"I'm gonna check on him." Ed follows after Stede.

You sigh and lean against Izzy. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your head gently. You chuckle and look at him.

"What a night, eh?"

His smiles at you. "Should we carry on where we left off?" He asks.

You look at him slightly confused.

Izzy takes your hand and kisses it before making his way up the stairs. You watch him go as he stands up in front of the helm. He starts to sing again and you smile.

Only this time he sings in french. You smile as he looks at you.

"Je vois la vie en rose

Il me dit des mots d'amour

Des mots de tous les jours

Mais moi, ça me fait quelque chose

Il est entré dans mon cœur

Une grande part de bonheur

Dont je connais la cause

C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie

Il me l'a dit, l'a juré pour la vie."

He smiles at you. You smile back. You had no idea he was so- talented! All these years and you're still discovering things about him

You love that man so much.

Roach sets off fireworks.

You applaud Izzy along with the rest of the crew. You all cheer. Izzy laughs.

He continues to sing as you make your way up the stairs. He holds a hand out for you as you reach the top. You chuckle and take his hand letting him draw you in closer.

"Da, da, da, da, da, da." The crew begin to sing along.

As Izzy finishes the song he pulls you in for a kiss. You return the kiss, reach up to hold his face gently in your hands.

"One more song! One more song!" The crew chant.

You laugh as you and Izzy part.

"I've got one more song!" Izzy says to them. You laugh again and take his hand in yours.

This has been a night to remember after all.

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The boys and their child have a surprise party for MC :

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Vladimir :

Usually on your birthday Vladimir just tries to make a cake (which always fails) and gives you flowers and a present that you want. Your birthday was at the weekend. And it was the first year your child was old enough to understand what was going on. So naturally he went to his daddy to help him give you a present. Vladimir's heart melted when he saw your child coming to him for help.

Vladimir didn't dare go shopping with your child. So to buy what he needed, he sent Aaron, your child went with the wolf. He would have really liked to go with them but the moon was far too visible for him to do so and he never really feels safe outside the manor.

He hid all the materials in a place where you could not find them before he started to organise the party. The first thing he did was to help your child draw you a picture with paint. Did Vladimir get paint all over his shirt because your child suddenly decided to hug him while he was smeared with paint? Yes, and even though his shirt is ruined he still thinks it was really cute. (And he'll probably have to throw away your child's clothes too, since he didn't just paint the leaf).

On the night of the party, Vladimir managed to get you to leave the manor by asking you to run an errand for him urgently in town (Yes, it's a new edition of Pride and Prejudice and the cover of the book is beautiful) you didn't want to refuse knowing how much he loves the book so you went to get it for him.

As Vladimir is not really good in the kitchen, he went to ask Raphael for help in this task. Beliath ended up going through the kitchen to take some pictures which he will probably show you after the party. You can see your child covered in flour from head to toe proudly holding a broken egg in his little hands to show his daddy. Your child drew the pictures on the cake himself and wrote Happy Birthday with his daddy... because Vladimir didn't want any spelling mistakes.

He took advantage of your absence to hang decorations in the dining room, Aaron came to help as soon as he saw Vladimir take out the stepladder to hang balloons. Your child was very busy drawing pretty pictures on the balloons and choosing their place in the mansion.

You returned home after buying the book for Vladimir and stopping at a bakery to buy some sweets for your child. There was a great silence in the whole manor which was quite unusual with your child.

After dropping the book in your room and the packet of sweets in your child's room. You began to look around for members of your manor, after all the house was strangely empty. Once you entered the living room, your child ran into your legs like a cannonball, screaming "Happy Birthday!"

 You felt your heart melt with tenderness at his smile. Then Vladimir joined you and gently kissed your cheek. "Happy birthday, my love. I love you."

Béliath :

Usually on your birthday Beliath takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner. Despite the presence of your child, he doesn't intend to change his plans and like last year, you will probably go to the restaurant with your partner while the others watch your child. However, the little one has come to see his daddy because he also wanted to surprise you and Beliath couldn't resist helping your child to give you a surprise birthday party in the manor.

He has used shopping for the next party as an excuse to go out shopping with your child. This didn't really surprise you because Beliath usually uses this time to buy new clothes for your child or new toys. He hid all the stuff he bought in Ethan's room so that you wouldn't see it.

Your child didn't really know what gift to give you, the little one wanted to make a pearl bracelet, then a drawing, then a clay heart. Beliath had to limit your child's ideas a little, as he wanted to do a thousand and one things at once without being able to decide. In the end, the little one opted for a drawing with glitter... lots of glitter. Beliath had to wash your child's hair several times, but it never completely removed all the glitter that had been smeared on it.

On the night of the party, Beliath didn't really know how to get you to leave the mansion without arousing your suspicions. He thought a lot, hesitated for a long time, then Ethan came to save him by offering him an excuse for you to go out in town with him that night. So you went with Ethan, who claimed that he absolutely needed you to buy a birthday present for Beliath. You thought the excuse was a bit odd as Ethan always finds the perfect gift for Beliath and clearly doesn't need help with that, but you gave in to the doctor's insistence.

Cooking with your child has been more complicated and he understands a little better why Léandra did not want him to cook with her when he was a child. The little one wants to do it well, but he puts a little too much flour in the batter and then a little too much sugar, finally as all the quantities were almost doubled, Beliath ended up making two cakes. He left it entirely up to your child to decorate the cakes. It's not written very straight and there are some spelling mistakes, but Beliath still says he's never seen such beautiful cakes.

Vladimir has reluctantly agreed to let your child scatter confetti around his mansion. So your child has had a field day, there is confetti in the living room as well as in the dining room and the hall. Beliath doesn't know how, but he also has confetti in his hair, he has given up trying to remove it.

You immediately stopped when you saw the confetti scattered all over the floor before glancing suspiciously at Ethan. He simply smiled at you before waving you into the living room. When you entered the living room your child ran towards you. You held your child in your arms as the little one came to you screaming. "Happy birthday! 

Beliath joined you shortly afterwards. You removed a confetti from Beliath's hair with a smile. "Don't ask me how, I don't know myself" then he kissed you. "Happy birthday, darling, I love you."

Ivan :

Your child was old enough to understand that your birthday was coming up. Normally, when Ivan organises your birthday alone, you don't do anything special, but he always makes sure that you have the evening together.  He entrusts your child to Vladimir, who is always very happy to take care of him. And you usually have a video game/movie/popcorn night. He's planning to do it later this year too, especially because it's harder now with your child to have time for both of you. He has nevertheless accepted your child's idea.

Ivan used the excuse of taking your child to the park to buy things for your birthday party. This did not surprise you because Ivan takes your child to the park at least once a week. He hid all the stuff in Vladimir's room because he was sure you would never go there.

Ivan has moved into the bedroom with your child to help him prepare your gift. It was supposed to be something simple. A simple print of his little hands that you could look back on with nostalgia in twenty years time, but of course nothing is ever simple with a young child and after placing his hands on the sheet of paper to leave his print he took advantage of his father not watching him to redecorate the walls of his room. Ivan didn't argue, however, because the innocent look on your child's face made him melt (he just moved the chest of drawers so that Vladimir couldn't see the carnage on the wall).

On the day of the party, Ivan has asked you to go buy him the latest CD of his favourite rock band. At first you didn't really want to, but he was very insistent and so was your child. You more or less understood that they didn't want you at the mansion that night, so you gave in, very curious as to what they were both up to.

Soon after you left, he started cooking with your child. The noise they made soon attracted Vladimir. Then Beliath and Raphael heard Vladimir complaining about the state of his kitchen. Ivan didn't anticipate that baking with a small child could be so complicated. Fortunately, Raphael and Beliath were able to help catch the carnage that the cake had become and prevent your child from scattering more flour on the counters and floor. Finally your child made the decorations on the cake and wrote happy birthday. There were a few spelling mistakes, but Ivan took a picture of the cake as a souvenir.

Then it was time to decorate the mansion, your child let his daddy hang the balloons while he put the decorations on the living room table. He concentrated a lot on folding the napkins so that they would look nice on the plates (Beliath showed him how).

You took your time, suspecting that your partner and child were up to something at home, and you took the opportunity to buy a new film for the three of you to watch tonight. When you got home, you went to the bedroom to drop off your groceries before looking for your partner and child. You could tell they were there by the light that filtered through the living room door. As soon as you entered your child ran towards you shouting "Happy Birthday!" the little one was shaking his drawing in his hand waiting impatiently for you to take it.

Ivan joined you quickly to give you a kiss. "Happy birthday, darling, I hope we managed to keep it a surprise". You smiled before embracing them both. "I wasn't expecting it at all."

Aaron :

You don't usually do much for your birthday. Aaron always buys you a little present to make you happy and then you try to spend the night together, usually walking in the woods or by the lake. Since you've had your child, it's a bit more complicated. Your child is at an age where it is difficult for him not to want his parents with him all the time, so you dare to be away from the manor a little less. Even if Vladimir assures you that you can leave in peace while they look after your child.

He went out shopping with your child one night, where you preferred to stay at the manor. The fact that they both left did not surprise you, even though Aaron rarely shops for the manor, he very often takes your child with him when he goes into town. When he returned, Aaron hid what they had bought in Ivan's room.

Aaron took advantage of a moment when you were out walking in the forest to help your child give you a present. He opted for something simple that wouldn't end up in trouble. So he didn't paint for fear of having to wash the walls afterwards. Instead, he suggested that your child write you a poem. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world, especially for your child to find rhymes and manage to write on the paper with Aaron's help. But finally, after several hours of work, the poem was finished and Aaron had to convince your child not to go and read it to you straight away because the little was so proud of it.

Aaron has asked you to accompany Vladimir to the horticultural shop. This is not really surprising for you because Vladimir never goes there alone, but normally it is always Beliath or Aaron who accompanies him and you are sure that he has already been there last week. However, you have not refused, it is nice to spend time with Vladimir in a horticultural shop because he is always in a very good mood.

Aaron is not a very good cook. But it's not catastrophic like Vladimir or Ethan. So he is able to make you a cake without setting the kitchen on fire. However, it took him longer than he thought, though, because cooking with a small child is not easy, even when the child is very attentive. Your child broke a child on the floor, put flour on the counter and probably a little too much sugar in the batter. Then, once the cake was baked, Aaron let the child decorate it. There were a few spelling mistakes, but according to Aaron that's not a big deal since the main purpose of the cake is to be eaten.

Aaron agreed to put some balloons in the living room to please your child and let him put confetti in the mansion as long as he didn't scatter it around the upstairs.

You got home earlier than you thought you would, because usually taking Vladimir to a horticultural shop easily takes most of the night. You didn't buy much either, except for a rosebush that Vladimir hasn't let go of for a second since leaving the shop. As you walked in, you immediately saw the confetti on the floor and heard Vladimir's sigh beside you. After helping the aristocrat put his things down in the hall, he motioned for you to go into the living room by assuring you that they could handle the rest on their own. As soon as you enter, Your child ran up to you shouting "Happy Birthday!" you picked the little one up for a hug before Aaron joined you for a gentle kiss. 

"Happy birthday, love, I hope we've been discreet."

Raphaël :

Raphael wants you to be the centre of his attention on your birthday. Usually you stay at the manor, but Raphael prepares a nice meal for you, which you eat together in the living room, and then he gives you a present. He continued to do this after your child was born, except that your baby was in Vladimir's care for the evening. Now that your child is old enough to understand, the little one came to his daddy to help him prepare your birthday. Raphael thought it was so cute that he immediately agreed.

He sent your child shopping with Beliath to buy the things for your birthday party. This didn't really surprise you, because Beliath sometimes takes your child shopping with him (and he always ends up buying him a new cuddly toy or new clothes). Beliath hid what they bought in his room.

He had bought a little wooden box with your child during the shopping. The child wanted to make a memory box for you and decorate it. The box was quickly covered with paint and glitter of all colours and your child even used stencils to paint dozens of hearts everywhere. In the end, your child and Raphael were covered in glitter and paint. However, he didn't have time to give your child a bath before you got home but they have time to hide the box. The innocent look on your partner's and your child's faces when you asked them where all the paint and glitter came from made you laugh.

He asked you with his most unhappy look to go and buy him some sweets. Sure, he had plenty more but... your child is eating them too and there is clearly not enough for both of them. You sighed, frankly hesitating to refuse, but your child came to support his father with the same unhappy look he had no doubt learned from him, so you gave in and went into town, suspecting that they were both hiding something.

He has always loved to bake so he was very happy to be able to share this with your child. Of course there were a few mistakes, like a broken egg on the counter and the milk bottle that spilled, but nothing so bad that the cake was not a success. He let your child decorate the cake as he wanted, after all, the little one has to express his artistic side. And he asked Beliath to come and take pictures so that you would have memories of your child making his first cake.

He asked Aaron to help hang decorations in the living room and showed your child how to fold prettys napkins for the table.

You quickly returned with two packages of candy, one for your child and one for Raphael. The mansion was silent, which surprised you, as your child can't really be called silent compared to vampires. You put the candy in the kitchen before looking for your partner. It wasn't in the library, so you went into the small living room, before you saw the light under the living room door. When you entered your child rushed towards you shouting "Happy Birthday!", you took him in your arms and kissed him before Raphael joined you both. 

"Happy birthday, my love." He kissed you softly before continuing, "I guess you guessed it, didn't you?"

Ethan :

He is not very romantic, but he always tries to do something to please you. Most often he will invite you to a restaurant or a movie. If you have asked him for something specific like a romantic trip, he will do it but he will not think of it on his own. Since the birth of your child, he tries to do only things at home, but this is mainly because he is afraid to entrust your child to anyone else but the two of you. When your child came to him to help organise your birthday party, he couldn't refuse and immediately agreed.

You were a little surprised to see Ethan out shopping with your child because the vampire doesn't usually take your child shopping. He prefers to keep him safe at the manor, fearing that something will happen to him while he is alone with him. However, you did not say anything because you were happy to see Ethan fighting his anxiety about your child's safety. He hid the stuff they bought in Beliath's room so that you wouldn't find it.

Your child was desperate to draw you a nice picture. Ethan immediately agreed, after all, it's easy to do and it makes your child happy. After finishing the drawing, your little one turned to his father with an innocent look on his face before drawing a heart on his cheek with the paint he had on his hands.  Of course, Ethan immediately retaliated by putting some paint on your child's nose. The paint battle continued for a long time until, alerted by the laughter, you went back up to the room to see what they were doing. As you entered Ethan quickly slid your child's drawing under the cupboard so you couldn't see it before smiling innocently at you. They were both covered in paint to such an extent that Ethan's once white hair was now a mixture of colours from blue to red. You burst out laughing at the sight before coming over to join in the paint fight as well.

He asked Beliath to take you shopping, whether it was clothing shops, perfume shops, book shops, whatever. Beliath had to keep you busy as long as possible away from the manor. You weren't very motivated at first, but Beliath asked you to help him find new clothes and you jumped at the chance to finally get him out of those damn clothes he's always wearing. 

He can't cook and your child can't cook either. Of course, with the two of them together the kitchen soon became a battlefield. When Ethan asked your child to give him the packet of flour, the little one immediately obeyed, but he hugged the packet of flour so tightly that it exploded. After a moment's silence when they both looked at each other, your child burst out laughing, quickly followed by his father, who then proceeded to remove the flour from your child's face so that it would not get in his eyes. When Vladimir was alerted by the noises and started to get angry at Ethan for the mess he had made, your child yelled at him not to yell at his daddy. Ethan thought his heart was going to melt when he heard the little one stand up for him. Finally, Vladimir called Raphael to come and help them finish the birthday cake.

Ethan hung balloons on the living room walls with your child's help, then they set the table together. Your child put confetti on the table to decorate it.

When you returned you immediately noticed the strange silence in the manor. You gave a questioning look to Beliath, who motioned you into the living room. You barely had time to walk out the door before your child ran towards you shouting "Happy Birthday!“ You took your child in your arms and gave him a gentle hug.

Ethan joined you quickly afterwards to kiss you "Happy birthday, sweetheart, I love you."

Neil :

He doesn't often celebrate your birthday because he often forgets the date, admittedly he never remembers his own either. But when your child came up to him with a conspiratorial look on his face and whispered in his ear that he wanted to surprise you for your birthday, he couldn't resist.

He went out shopping with your child on a night when you wanted to stay home and frankly, you were very surprised. Normally Neil always finds a way to get a human to do his shopping for him, but this time he didn't want to. However you didn't say anything understanding that with the conspiratorial look on your partner's and your child's faces he must have been up to something.

It wasn't easy to find a gift that your child could make. Neil doesn't want to get your child to paint, as he knows that there is more paint on the walls and floor than on the paper. So he looks for an idea that your child might like to do. After a long hesitation, Neil suggested that your child make candles. The little one agreed immediately, of course, especially when his dad told him it was a bit difficult for his age. Neil let your child choose the shape and colour of the candles. He didn't let her melt the wax though as he was too afraid the child would burn herself. Once the candles were finished, the little one went and hid them in her room.

He looked for a long time for an excuse for you to go out until your child suggested that he send you out to buy a new night light. Of course, Neil thought it was a great idea because your child's nightlight has been going out during the day for the past two days, so the little one comes to wake up you crying. You immediately accepted the idea and left.

Neil never cooked in his life. He always had servants to do it. At first he planned to buy a cake in a large bakery but when he told your child the child protested strongly. The child was desperate to bake you a cake, Neil tried to convince him that this was not possible, but he couldn't do it.  As a result, he found himself in the kitchen with your child trying to figure out the recipe for a cake. He didn't really know what happened the first time, but when he took the cake out of the oven it was as black as coal and yet still liquid. He felt slightly judged by the dejected look your child gave him, especially when he said, "It's OK, Dad, sometimes you make mistakes". However, Neil never sits on a failure, so he tried again, several times with your child. After many unsuccessful attempts, they finally managed to come up with a cake that was edible, albeit a little toasty around the edges.

He has tried to decorate the room in a chic way, but it's hard to be chic when there are lots of colourful balloons on the walls and the floor is covered in confetti. Moreover, he does not dare to look at himself in the mirror because he knows that he has confetti in his hair since your child has thrown it everywhere.

The first thing you smelled when you got home was the strong smell of grilling. This intrigued you greatly, as of course Neil never cooks, however you took the time to put your child's night light in his room before looking for them in the house. It was only when you finally entered the living room that you saw them. Your child ran to you shouting "Happy Birthday!" you picked him up and gave him a hug as Neil joined you both. Neil leaned in to kiss you. "Happy birthday, darling," you smiled before pulling a confetti from his hair. "I'll help you get it out, don't worry."

Léandra :

Since the birth of your child, making a date night for your birthday has become much more complicated. However, Léandra always tries to reserve at least one day for you by entrusting your child to her brother. This year, however, your child came to her a few days before your birthday to whisper that it wanted to surprise you too. Leandra felt her heart melt at the kindness and immediately agreed to help your child.

She went out with your child to go shopping. This did not surprise you at all because Leandra often goes out with the child to buy clothes or to take him to see his brother. When she came home she hid what she had bought in the attic, hoping that you would not go there before your birthday.

Leandra came into the living room, while you were out, to help your child make a present for you, the little one didn't know what to do so Leandra offered to make a bracelet for you. When Beliath was little, he often gave her bracelets that he had made himself. She was able to keep only one that did not get damaged over time. Your child immediately accepted the idea. She didn't have to do much to help your child and only hung the clasps when the little one finished the bracelet. Very happy with her achievement, your child finally decided to make matching bracelets for all three of you.

Léandra pretended that she had forgotten to buy your child's dinosaur biscuits so that you would go there, as they are your child's favourite and he often only wants to eat them at snack time, you went and bought them straight away.

As she began to cook, she remembered why she didn't want Beliat to cook with her as a child. The child is still very clumsy and has a lot of trouble breaking the eggs in the right place. The child also emptied a good part of the packet of flour on the table while trying to carry it. However, Léandra has not given up hope, she has been baking for years for her little brother, she knows exactly how to make up for a few mistakes in the recipe. She let your child decorate the cake after taking it out of the oven and knowing your child's love of glitter, she bought edible glitter which quickly found its way onto the cake.

Decorating the house didn't take long. Leandra hung a few balloons on the walls while your child scattered confetti and glitter everywhere. Then they folded the napkins and put them on the table.

You came home quickly, the absence of noise immediately struck you as odd, whether it was your partner or your child, they could not be described as silent. After placing the biscuits on the kitchen table you started to look for them before quickly guessing that they were in the living room by the light under the door. As soon as you entered the room, your child flew into your arms shouting "Happy Birthday!" and you grabbed the little one and gave him a hug.

Léandra joined you quickly afterwards to kiss you "Happy birthday, my love, I love you."

Farah :

She tries to arrange a romantic evening for you outside the pack for your birthday. Thus, Farah often entrusts your child to the other members of the pack then she takes you to a small country restaurant. This year, however, your child came to her and asked her to help organise a surprise for your birthday. Farah couldn't resist the idea and immediately agreed.

She went out with your child to do the shopping. This came as a bit of a surprise to you, although Farah often does the shopping for the pack, she rarely takes your child with her as she prefers to keep him safe under the pack's supervision. When she came back, she asked one of the pack members to hide what she had bought in her bag until your birthday.

Farah has been looking for a long time for a gift that is easy enough to carry around and that you can keep for a long time. When your child came across of olds handkerchiefs that Farah had embroidered several years ago, he wanted to do the same. It was a bit complicated for your child, but Farah was very helpful. The child embroidered your name in the centre of the handkerchief and then embroidered little flowers around it. For a first time, Farah thinks your child did very well and the little one can't wait for your birthday to give it to you.

Farah asked you to accompany the pack doctor to a pharmacy to fill your medicine kit. This is an important thing so you didn't even think about refusing and left as soon as the doctor was ready, not without kissing your partner and child and promising to return quickly.

Farah would have liked to bake you a cake for your birthday, but she knows that her cooking skills are not very high, and she is not sure if she will have access to an oven on that day. So she was ordered a few days before your birthday cake with your child from a bakery. After choosing the flavour, your child showed the baker a drawing of what she wanted on your cake. On the day of the party, she sent one of the pack to pick up the cake from the bakery while she made the final preparations.

She wanted to decorate the forest without putting confetti and balloons everywhere. So Farah hung up some colourful lights and put the picnic tablecloth. on the ground for you to eat on. Your child helped by folding the napkins and placing them carefully on the picnic tablecloth.

When you returned from the pharmacy with the doctor, you immediately looked around for your partner and child, a little worried that neither of you could see them. The doctor smiled at you and then showed you a place further away in the forest where you could see lights. It didn't take you long to reach them and as soon as your child saw you coming through the trees, the little ran towards you shouting "Happy Birthday". Once cuddled in your arms, the little one handed you the embroidered handkerchief before kissing your cheek. 

Farah joined you quickly before kissing you back "Happy birthday, my love, I love you."

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To Build A Home (Part Seven)

Part seven: Memories

Pairing: Ot7 x 9 tailed fox Hybrid! Reader

Fox Hybrid! Jin, Human! Namjoon, Human! Yoongi, Wolf Hybrid! Hoseok, Cat Hybrid! Jimin, Wolf Hybrid! Taehyung, Fox Hybrid! Jungkook

Genre: Hybrid AU || Fluff || Angst || Smut/ implied smut || Strangers to lovers AU || Best friends to lovers AU

Summary: As D-Day draws closer, you worry about the memories you've made over the last few months with your new family and how much you'll actually remember if you never see them again.

Word count: 7k

Tags/ warnings: mild violence (taehyung punches someone) but its briefly mentioned, fluff, angst, this chapter is pretty tame compared to the next one, the mc is still going through it, everyone is just in love at this point

Notes: sorry for the short hiatus on the series!! but it is back!! my mind has also been filled with a huge project that i may take on if people like the idea of it as it will probably take well over a year to complete the whole project. it would be an 8 book series (each book would have multiple chapters) based on the concept of map of the soul, i've had this idea for years and i think i want to finally sit down and write it once i've finished TBAH, i also have like 4 other series ideas so... we'll see what happens and maybe if anyone is interested i can throw ideas out there and see what the followers of my blog like best!!

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part 8

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Your home had turned into a zoo. (And it had nothing but all to do with the 5 other hybrids in your home) From the kitchen counter you could see the chaos ensuing in the main living room.

It was so loud. So lively. Your home nothing like it had been for the last few months, with hesitant touches and tension in the air. Distrust and anxiety shadowing each of you that resided in your house. It felt like a confetti canon had been set off, the walls vibrant, sun not shying away as it spills in through the windows, and everyone feeling warm, loved even.

Jin was worrying over Namjoon who was holding a knife upside down, the human insisting he wanted to help cook. Hoseok was chasing Taehyung around the open space, the younger wolf having tugged at Hoseok’s tail just to get his friend riled up. Jungkook was teaching Jimin how to play overwatch, the both of them shouting at each other, Jungkook’s competitive streak showing and Yoongi was stood beside you, his hand resting on your thigh as you sit on top of the counter. Just watching the chaos unfold. A happy sway to your tails, Jin had to remove the mug stand from beside you, worried you’d knock them over with how active your fluffy appendages were.

Yoongi could see your hybrid ears twitching every now and then, he would worry it were too loud for you if it weren’t for the soft smile on your face. He knew how sensitive your ears were, and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how uncomfortable a house this loud would be for you.

He’d noticed you’d been a lot more open recently, your emotions clear, body less tense, and way happier than you had been. When he thinks back to months ago when he had first laid eyes on you, soaking wet from the rain, stood at his front door looking like a lost puppy, trailing behind Namjoon, Yoongi would have never guessed the relationship that would blossom. Like the flowers in your garden, the cold weather finally passing, allowing spring to finally arrive.

Tonight, you were all celebrating Hoseok moving into the home. What was meant to be a small welcoming party, a quiet dinner, maybe even a nice cake, seemed to be blown way out of proportion. Jin, ever the dramatic had insisted on inviting all your newfound friends over, Taehyung arguably more dramatic had only encouraged the idea further, never one to back down when it came to excuses to celebrate. You had a suspicion he actually enjoyed Yoongi and Namjoon’s attention more than he would like to admit. Those three hadn’t exactly started off strong but you saw the sparkle in Taehyung’s eyes when Namjoon would sit down and talk for hours on end about the jazz artists he liked.

Taehyung had been trying to convince Hobi to move in for weeks now, spending everyday asking either Jin or Yoongi to drive him to the other side of town to visit his old friend. Each time he would come home sulking, that was until he dragged you along, a way to reassure Hoseok that you were okay with him coming to live with you guys.

You’d sat down with the older wolf, Jin keeping Taehyung in the car so you could talk to Hoseok without the input of the over excited younger. You’d told him that you had enough bedrooms and would be more than happy to house him if he ever wanted to free himself of the cramped confines of the rooms above the restaurant. You understood that him and Taehyung were friends, still are friends and that Hoseok shouldn’t pressure himself to move in with you if he really didn’t want to. No matter how hard it is to deny the sad eyes of Kim Taehyung. But you were completely fine if he wanted to move in, what was one more person in your home?

You had stagnant rooms that needed to be filled, and if Taehyung was happy, so were you. You’d asked Jimin if he was okay with it, worried that he would feel neglected or angry that you would invite someone else new over only a few months after he had arrived. But Jimin said it was okay. They both got along well, the cat having no issue, it just meant an extra mouth to feed but Jimin had started to really enjoy cooking and Hoseok always gave such fulfilling reactions it had started to become Jimin’s guilty pleasure. Although he would never say that to you or Jin, the both of you finding reasons to tease the cat.

Jin was fine with the idea too, encouraging you to go and talk to the wolf. He always had thought about others before himself and he saw no issue adding another heart to the household. Hoseok was nice enough, and Jin felt bad for pitying the wolf but he really did. He would never know what it would be like to live how Hoseok had, but if he can give the boy three meals a day, a comfortable bed and an endless amount of affection then Jin really didn’t care if he stayed.

Albeit a little hesitantly, Hoseok had admitted that he would like to come and live with you, if only he can keep his job. Without hesitation you told him that was a given, you wouldn’t take that away from him. And truthfully the bashful smile he sent your way while admitting his selfish wish was enough for you to swoon, Hoseok was probably one of the prettiest and kindest people you’d ever met.

Jungkook had also taken one of the spare rooms, spending more time at your house than his own two-bedroom apartment down the road. He would still stream but that was the only time he would spend there. You’d thought maybe he would have spent less time hanging around you after you’d told him his romantic courting ideas would have to wait until your life was stable again, but he had the opposite reaction. Proof that he would stay by your side no matter what, even if you asked him to wait centuries.

Each time he came up with a new idea that he thought you would like, it would be written straight into his notes app. He’d created a folder just for you. Notes on the things you liked, books, movies, food, cake flavours, smells that hurt your nose, or scents that you like, the materials that you found too itchy, and the soft ones that helped you sleep.

More than once, he had woken up from a nap with you with teeth marks indented in his skin, ranging from his neck, arms, thighs. (He’d intentionally started wearing shorts when visiting so when you’d lay your head in his lap, you’d unconsciously start chewing at his meaty thighs).

And he found it endearing, because he expected no less from you. And maybe he liked your small habits, like chewing on things while you slept, or how your tails would thump up and down when you got too excited, or the involuntary shiver that would run down your spine when you got a sensory overload, too many hands running over your ears and tail but a firm grasp at the back of your neck would help ground you. Jungkook loved more than what you were physically. Of course, that was a bonus, the day he first met you he had been mildly flustered that someone as ethereal as you had been in the dingy gaming store, and sure if he thought further down the line the two of you would have really pretty pups together. But! Jungkook loved who you were inside and out.

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“I’ve figured out how bonds work”

Jimin turns to you with creased eyebrows. “What?” he breathes, dropping the knit cardigan onto the chair beside his full-length mirror.

You and Jimin had made it a regular occurrence to spend time together. Just the two of you. Having so many people to equally distribute your attention to was something you’d never thought you’d need to figure out. Jin had really only ever been the constant in your life especially with your old owner gone. And now you had 7. Truthfully you were glad that your new friends understood that this was new for you. Jungkook didn’t pressure you to spend more time with him, and Jin had never given you any indication that he was upset that you now have 6 other people to care for. Taehyung and Jimin would jokingly vie for your attention, and at first, you’d been worried you had actually been neglecting the two before they sat you down and explained they were fine with everything going on and if they really were uncomfortable or felt neglected in anyway, they would tell you.

There were nights where you would lay beside Jin and wonder how you’d gotten to meet such nice people. It was selfish, hoarding them all to yourself because you knew the world needed more people like your new friends, no, your new family.

Today however, Jungkook was busy streaming so he wouldn’t be moping around the house as you spent the afternoon with Jimin. Jin was at work, and somehow Taehyung had convinced Yoongi to let himself and Hoseok tag along to the studio. Namjoon had frowned after Jimin had asked if he wanted to come out for lunch with the two of you, he had a project due at the end of the month and he had been spending so much time round your house he was a little behind on his work.

So, it was a perfect day for you to spend with your kitty cat.

“I’d been curious as to how bonds worked. Because technically we’re not animals so mates shouldn’t be a thing for hybrids” you explain, “We’re science projects but even then, the technology isn’t developed enough for the genes to transfer mated animals”

“Okay?” Jimin takes a seat beside you on his bed, “So you and Jungkook aren’t mates?”

You tilt your head in thought.

“No?”

“You sound unsure of yourself” Jimin snorts, fingers itching to touch your bushy tails.

Jimin gently grabs your forearm, pulling you to lay belly down over his thighs as his hands rake through your tails.

“Because I’m not good at science” you whine, foot flinching as his nails scratches a particularly sensitive spot. “We have similar animal genes”

“Similar genes?” Jimin hums.

“Like they collected a sample from a fox and distributed it amongst multiple babies”

“Then how comes Jk doesn’t have nine tails?” Jimin murmurs, honestly confused. He thinks maybe Namjoon or Jin would understand what was happening, Jin had hundreds of science books and although none of them specialised in hybrid science (because gross! Who would take time out of their day to properly study hybrids?), he’s sure some of them would have talked about human and animal genetics at some point. And Namjoon just seemed to know everything.

“For a fair test I guess they would have experimented with different chemicals and shit with that one sample of fox genes, and the ones they gave me were obviously somewhat failed because I came out with 9 tails and Kook had regular animal attributes” 

“So, you’re siblings?”

You turn your head to give Jimin a deadpan look. “Gross”

“But if you both have genes from one fox then” he gives you a pointed look.

“If anything,” you start, “we’re the same person. Since it came from one animal”

Jimin hums in thought, “That would make more sense”

“I don’t know how accurate that is though because my guess is they added a shit ton of stuff to the samples.”

“How does that relate to being mates?” Jimin asks.

“I think the ‘animal part’ of us recognises a similar genetic makeup. I think that it would be done through pheromones, there’s never been a case of human-hybrid mating; likely due to the fact that humans don’t have pheromones like animals or hybrids”

“Is that why Namjoon and Yoongi always have a constant scent?”

You nod. “I think that no one’s really looked into hybrid genetics that much so they dubbed the feeling as a mating bond because it was the closest thing to a ‘mate’ that hybrids will get. When really it’s just genes recognising themselves”

Jimin taps your butt, a silent request for you to get off his lap so he could continue to get changed.

“Don’t tell Jungkook that, he would be crushed” Jimin looks at you from the reflection of the mirror, “You know that kid wants to impress you”

You nod, understanding what he meant, “I know. But if he ever asked then I would tell him”

Jimin hums at that. He knew that communication was an important part of relationships, even if they were only friendships. You’d made it clear to him from the start of his stay here that you expected him to communicate with either you or Jin, no matter how small he thought the issue was.

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“Mimi your cooking has gotten better”

Jimin feels his cheeks heat up at your compliment, coughing to cover up the fact that maybe they were dusted with strawberry pink blush.

You smile knowingly, because Jimin was too precious. He really had gotten better at cooking though; he knew a few recipes off by heart and didn’t really need Jin’s guidance or the assistance of the internet when it came to certain techniques. He had a good gauge of how spicy everyone liked their food and knew when things were too salty before even trying the dish.

Not only had his cooking gotten better but his morals too. He didn’t scowl when things didn’t go his way, he didn’t lock himself in his room when Taehyung would make a comment about his past doings, and he was a lot more open with you about his feelings. Something someone said hurt a little, he’d tell you. He was excited about a new recipe book being sold in stores near your home, he’d tell you. And was still surprised when Jin would come home the next day with the exact version of the cookbook he wanted. Making sure to give Jin a kiss on the cheek as a thanks before guiding the elder to the couch so Jimin could try a new recipe for dinner that night.

“I’m glad you like it” he shyly smiles over at you.

The two of you had taken a long walk over to the hybrid district where you wouldn’t get funny looks for having a picnic in the park. Conversations with Jimin flowed easily. The two of you had only known each other for a few months, even if it had felt like a lifetime together at this point. There was always something new to learn about each other. Jimin studied you like he studied recipes, like Taehyung studied music. Wanting to unveil the hidden secrets behind their art, how they can fit their own personal touch into your life.

Jimin liked learning about you, he liked listening to you tell him stories about your life before he was around. What you and Jin used to get up to. What you dreamt of at night and your goals for the future. Who inspired you to be who you were today. Jimin just liked listening to your voice. The slight raise in pitch of your voice when you got especially excited about something, or the obvious shine in your eyes when you spoke about the ones you loved in life.

You also loved to learn about Jimin. You enjoyed learning ways to make him flustered. His shy smile always pulled a smile onto your own face. Over the months you’ve spent together you’ve enjoyed watching him blossom. Finally breaking out of his shell, the true Jimin you knew was hiding behind the tough guy act finally shining through. It was nice to know he was getting more comfortable with you as the days passed. He still had trouble asking for things, worried you’d assume he would be taking your kindness for granted again, and you understood so you wouldn’t push him too much.

Your head was resting on Jimin’s bicep, the two of you taking a nap under a tree. Jimin’s tail swishing happily in the sliver of sunlight that was peeking through the gaps in the branches.

It was funny, when you thought about your small family that had started to form and how different everyone was from their animal counterparts or assumed traits. Maybe one day you’d write a book about the 7 people that had helped you grow as a person. Maybe the book could bring light on the fact that hybrids are humans too, that human’s assumptions about people like you were extremely far-fetched.

Sure, Jimin liked to nap in the sun like a real cat, but he wasn’t lazy nor was he uptight. He didn’t really like his ears being scratched but he would never turn down a hug or shy away from a kiss on the cheek. Neither Hoseok or Taehyung were the brooding alpha wolves that they were assumed to be, both cuddly puppies that just needed a little love and enough space to run to their hearts content and release the endless amount of energy they had. You remember the first day you’d met Taehyung, the facility staff telling you he was a special case, that you shouldn’t adopt him because he was too dangerous. He just needed a home, stability, and reassurance that he was wanted, that you needed him maybe more than he needed you.

Jungkook and Jin were also polar opposites to their animal counterparts. Neither liked spending free time alone, enjoyed being around other people unlike foxes that liked to go solo. You would love to tell the story of hybrids being more human than… well humans. Humans found reasons to hate, to destroy. Assume things that weren’t true. Sure, you had ears and a tail, but you weren’t feral animals. You’re sure some hybrids may act that way especially with the ways they’ve been treated, the psychological, sometimes physical torture that some have to endure.

You’d broken the stereotype of forming packs. When did wolves join hands with a cat? With foxes? They didn’t. And if that wasn’t proof enough that hey, maybe you weren’t a bunch of untamed wild animals that should be collared and locked up in the house for years because the public doesn’t like hybrids then what was the point?

Yoongi and Namjoon also broke their own stereotypes, Yoongi wasn’t as cold and emotionless as people made him out to be. He just wasn’t expressive, and over time you’ve learnt to understand what the small quirks of his lips mean. You can tell when he’s happy, or when the furrow of his brow grows a little too deep for him to be just slightly annoyed. He didn’t need to say anything to comfort you, the silence enough for you to understand that words aren’t always needed. The way that he’d hold your hand as you cross the road, or the firm grasp at the back of your neck when things seemed a little too overwhelming, was enough for you to know he cares.

Namjoon was the same. He wasn’t the brooding producer people mistook him to be. He was clumsy. Cute in only a way Namjoon could be. He liked gardening, liked long bike rides and collecting Pokémon cards. He would press the petals of wilting flowers between pages of old books that he had read thousands of times and paste them into a scrapbook where he would annotate each page with facts about wildlife that he had read online that day while on break.

He always thought about what was best for others, would pick up herbs when Jin would briefly mention that you were running out and yours were still taking their time to grow. He would spot a recipe while mindlessly scrolling online and send it to Jimin because he knew the cat was looking for a challenge. He’d buy you vegetable seeds, asking to help you plant them once the weather would get warmer and your garden patch wouldn’t flood from the rain.

Your family was so perfectly imperfect you couldn’t have asked for better people during such a weird time in your life.

“What are you thinking about, you’re smiling a lot” Jimin brushes a thumb over the apple of your cheek.

You open your eyes, squinting a little at how bright it was.

“How much I love you guys” you reply, voice barely above a whisper. But you know Jimin had heard it, the soft smile pulling at his cheeks enough of an indication.

He pulls you a little closer to his chest, smooshing your face into the knit sweater he was wearing.

“Love you too”

You feel the rumble of his chest as he speaks, “Thank you Mimi”

“For what?”

“Helping me find happiness”

Jimin gently kisses the crown of your head, “Thank you for also bringing me happiness then. And giving me a second chance. I owe you the world”

You push yourself back a little to look up at his face. His eyes showed honesty, such raw emotions as you took a moment to just look into them.

“Just keeping making good food and that will be enough. You’ve really been helping Jin out. Thank you”

“It’s the least I can do”

+++

D-30

Your eyebrows stay furrowed as you stare at Hoseok. The both of you sat cross-legged on yours and Jin’s bed, Taehyung watching the two of you carefully, his butt firmly planned on your pillows.

Hoseok looks into your eyes with equal concentration. The room is silent for a moment, the two of you just looking into each other’s eyes with determination.

Taehyung opens his mouth, “Say a colour this time, 3, 2, 1”

“periwinkle” the both of you say at the same time.  

Taehyung flops forward, a laugh of disbelief passing through his lips. You and Hoseok look at each other with wide eyes.

“I seriously think we share one brain cell” he tells you, patting Taehyung on the back.

The youngest wolf lifts his head and looks between the two of you. “That’s like, the 5th time” he shakes his head in disbelief.

Over the course of a few months, it had become apparent that you and Hoseok clearly had one braincell between the two of you. It was a cute joke at first when you’d say the same thing at the same time, Yoongi joking that maybe you were clones of each other, maybe even long-lost twins. And as time passed, it astounded everyone just how in sync the two of you were.

“Let’s try one more” Taehyung pushes himself up. He looks at the two of you with narrowed eyes, wondering if you were somehow silently communicating without him knowing. “Turn around this time”

So now you and Hoseok were sat back-to-back, Taehyung making sure your hands were in your laps so you couldn’t communicate.

“This time… say a fruit, okay?” he asks, nodding when the two of you hum as a reply, “3, 2, 1”

“Tomato” you both say.

“How?” Taehyung exasperates, genuine distress in his face as he looks between the two of you.

“I just come up with the most out-there answer” you say, Hoseok turning to look at you.

“Oh, you too?” he asks, the two of you nodding in understanding.

Hoseok flops over your back, nose itching as the fur of your tails smother his face, and Taehyung flops over Hoseok. You groan, not happy that the weight of two fully grown me was pushing you further into the bed.

You peek your head up when the door clicks open, Namjoon smiling a little as he watches the three of you.

“Small thing, you have a guest” he tells you, dimples showing when Hoseok and Taehyung make a scene of keeping you smothered in their love.

You giggle, telling Namjoon you’ll be down in a minute, and to apologise to whoever had come to see you because you currently had two puppies that were keeping you busy.  

Taehyung and Hoseok trail behind you as you walk downstairs, Namjoon waiting patiently by the door.

Your nose twitches as two familiar smells waft through the house, the cheap cologne a scent you’ll never forget. Taehyung also seems to remember the smell of the two men that you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Hey, Hobi, Joonie? You two can leave” you tell both of them, holding onto the sleeve of Taehyung’s shirt.

Namjoon nods, not catching on to the change in both of your moods, Hoseok gets the tail end of your souring scents but decides its best to leave the two of you alone.

You open the front door wider, a look of distaste on Taehyung’s face and yours showing no clear emotion.

“Kim Dae-Hyun, Kim Seung” you nod to both of them, willing yourself not to slam both of their faces into the pavement of your driveway. Both of their crooked smiles never welcome in your home.

…

“Who was at the door Namjoon?” Jin asks, pushing his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose, the producer sighing as he sits down.

“Not sure. Two guys said they were here to see Y/n” he replies, smiling as Jimin falls over his lap.

“Two guys?”

“Yeah, one lanky one and a plumper one” Namjoon motions with his hands, Jin’s fox ears twitching as he tries to listen to who was at the front door. And then he smells the cheap cologne that the two men douse themselves in because they clearly don’t know how deodorant works and showering is somehow above them.

Slamming his book shut, Hoseok flinches at the sound. Eyes widening at the pure anger radiating off of Jin.

“Did I say something wrong?” Namjoon asks Jimin, who just shrugs; equally as confused.

Jin rips the front door open, shoulders relaxing as he sees you and Taehyung sat beside each other on the top step of the door, a car pulling out of the driveway. He briefly makes eye contact with the driver, evident scowl on his face.

Both you and Taehyung turn to look at Jin as he squeezes himself between the two of you.

“What was that all about?” he asks, willing himself not to shout. Because neither of you were in the wrong.

“Oh” you drop your head onto his shoulder, “They’d come to show me those documents Hyerin had already shown us. So, I told them if they didn’t leave then I’d shove their ‘evidence’ where the sun doesn’t shine”

“I punched on of them too Hyung” Taehyung drops his head onto Jin’s other shoulder, wolf ears twitching against the older’s neck.

Jin snorts, a smile pulling at his face. Because of course the two of you would do that. He doesn’t know what he expected. He thanks his lucky starts that you were still safe, happy that Taehyung was there to help you incase Dae-Hyun and Seung decided to pull another slimy move and take you a month before the agreed date.

“They told me I should give up, so I laughed at them” you add.

“I did too” Taehyung nods.

“And then I said I would piss on their expensive shoes”

“I said I would shit on their expensive car”

Jin pushes the both of you off his shoulders, “You two are seriously gross” he groans, “Let’s go back inside, Jimin is making lunch with Yoongi”

You and Taehyung look at each other as Jin pushes the front door open, smiles pulling at both your faces. You both fist bump as he swings his arm over your shoulder.

“Don’t tell him we keyed their car, I think he would be a little mad at that” you whisper, Taehyung nodding.

Namjoon looks at little worried as you enter the living room, his eyes flitting between you and Jin. Even Jimin looked a little on edge, Hoseok busying himself in the kitchen.

“Everything okay? You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost” Taehyung asks, easily pulling the tv remote out of Jimin’s loose grasp.

“We think we made Jin hyung angry” said cat whispers.

“He’s not mad” you say, falling onto Namjoon’s side.

“He’s not?”

“At least not at you guys” you shrug, because he certainty didn’t seem angry. 

Both Namjoon and Jimin let out a sigh of relief.

“He looked really scary when he was mad” Namjoon laughs.

“Hyung got mad at me one time, ah it was the worst” Jimin replies, fingers clasping at one of your tails.

You tilt your head in thought, “He isn’t that scary when he gets mad, he just doesn’t talk to me for a while and then we’re fine”

“He shouted at me once” Jimin says, “Maybe you’re just different”

“Huh”

+++

D-15

You looked at Jungkook with a blank expression. He didn’t share your sentiment, the proud grin on his face telling you enough.

“Dude, we’re staying here for like a few days. Why’d you buy so much food?” you ask, watching as he struggles to shove his hoard of snack into his kitchen cabinets.

“Just in case something goes wrong” he scoffs, “What if Hyerin’s friend can’t transfer your ownership in time and we’re hiding at my place for a month or longer?”

Your head falls onto the marble surface of the island, eyebrows furrowing as the cold surface cools down your cheek.

You’d collectively decided that you and Jungkook would hide at his place with Hyerin and her friend as they transfer all needed information to have Yoongi and Namjoon as your adoptees. He’d readily agreed, dragging you and Yoongi to a nearby supermarket to stock up on food even if the designated day was just over two weeks away. Jungkook had been spending so much time at your house he never needed to order food for himself anymore, his apartment becoming his streaming office. So, he had to stock up. The last thing he needed was for you to starve, he would never forgive himself.

“We’ll both be overweight with all of that stuff” you eye the 5 types of muffins he had gotten, arguing that eating the same flavour each day was too boring and he ‘needed variety’.

“I have a home gym for that” he brushes you off, grunting as a tin of cookies clanks onto the tiled floor. He turns to look at you with a sheepish smile.

“I should have known you’d have a home gym” you shake your head, eyeing his muscles that barely peeked out from under his black shirt.

Jungkook stands up, nudging your knees apart so he’s stood in-between your legs, “Someone has to keep these big boys” he pats his bulging biceps, “Who else is going to carry all the shopping inside?” he asks, a knowing smile on his face.

“Hey!” you frown, “I did help you carry stuff in. I brought all of that sprite inside” you point to the offending item, “it’s really hard when your elevator is broken and you buy three cases of the stuff”

Jungkook hums, “Thank you for helping me pretty thing” he grins as your tails start to sway, giving you away.

He knew you could never be angry at him.

…

You watch Jungkook pile blankets onto the floor of his living room, asking you to stay where you were while he jogged into one of the other rooms of his apartment. You stay stood next to the couch as you listen to him rummage around, a small smile pulling at your face as he stalks out of the room with pillows piled up in his arms.

He drops the pillows onto his pile of blankets, looking at you expectantly, “Now nest”

You raise an eyebrow, “Are you trying to seduce me?” you ask, watching his eyebrows jump in surprise.

“What, no?” he says, tone raising slightly, a mix of being flustered and confused.

“You do know that female foxes only nest after they’ve mated right?”

Jungkook blinks. Once. And then twice. His mouth opening and then closing.

You watch him cover his ears as he kneels down on his pile of blankets before looking up at you with a shy smile.

“I didn’t know” he tells you honestly, and you smile down at him.

“We could just make a blanket fort or something if you want, that’s way cooler than nesting anyways” you tell him, watching his hands slowly retreat from cupping his ears.

He nods at that, feeling a little better that you hadn’t taken his suggestion the wrong way and called him a perv. He really didn’t know!

And that’s how you found yourself, giggling as you both ate snacks in a blanket fort. His kitchen chairs were perfect for height and stability, and there were enough pillows to keep your butt from hurting. Eventually Jungkook had to lay down, his tall stature having him bend down a little even while sitting in the fort.

While ‘Your Name” played in the background, he easily pulled you to lay beside him, a fond smile on his face as your head would dip down, drowsy from a busy day shopping and decorating cookies with Hoseok. Jungkook thought the icing the two of you had made was way too sweet, he’d watched the both of you giggle at the kitchen table, not really paying attention to how much of the ingredients were going into the bowl, the two of you in your own little world, whispering about a secret only the two of you will ever know. And he wouldn’t pry, because Hoseok seemed to have warmed up to you the most, the older wolf already happy enough around Taehyung. But you and Hoseok had a pure friendship, one without judgement.

One where Jungkook didn’t feel jealous, but more content watching you form a friendship with someone so different than yourself. A lot less shy, louder. But Jungkook liked your small quirks, even if you did shy away from him sometimes, he thought it was cute.

D-7

“How have you been?” Yoongi asks, pushing a bowl of tangerines over the table for you to take one. He hadn’t seen you in a week, with his schedule packed, and you preparing for what was about to happen within the next week. He worried a little that maybe this plan that had been formulated wasn’t going to work.

Who said Hyerin wouldn’t turn her back on you last minute and just hand you into the hybrid sector? What if they took you away before your name was neatly placed under his own on the adoption pages?

“Fine” you nod, concentrating on peeling your tangerine, “A little angsty but that’s to be expected” you shrug.

“You know why you feel like that?” he prods, slipping the tangerine from your fingers to help you peel it.

“It’s the calm before the storm” you tell him, “Everything is too peaceful right now it’s making me uncomfortable because I know what’s to come”

Yoongi hands you back the peeled tangerine, his slender finger’s dipping into the bowl to get his own.

“That’s understandable, you know me and Namjoon are here if you need anything” he tells you lightly, truth laced in his tone, you give him a smile.

D-6

You and Jin lay on the grass of your garden, looking up at the stars. You don’t flinch when his fingers slip in-between your own to hold your hand tightly.

“I love you” he whispers into the silence of the night.

“I love you too” you whisper back, voices held like secrets being whisked away in the breeze.

You can hear Taehyung washing up in the kitchen, back door left open to let the cool evening air flow through the house.

“We’ll be okay” Jin tells you, determination in his voice.

And for a split second you believe him, but a small part of you knew that something could go wrong. What if all your luck had run out and this really was the end?

It felt surreal that in just over 5 days you could stripped of your home, of the 7 people you love. What if you never saw Jin again? He was your moon, how were you meant to live. What if you forgot what he looked like? His voice? His touch? What his lips felt like when they pressed against the skin of your cheeks, your forehead, your lips.

What if you forgot what Taehyung’s arms felt like when he hugged you, or the weight of Hoseok’s body when he would fall on top of you. What if you forgot how Namjoon’s rough hands felt like as he petted your head, or how delicate Jimin’s were when brushing the fur of your tails. What if you forgot how warm Yoongi was as you sat knee to knee while reading a book together or laughing at something on his phone? What if you forgot Jungkook’s smile, the cute way he would scrunch up his nose when he got extra happy or his firm thighs that you liked to nap on?

Jin doesn’t say anything when a tear slips down your cheeks.

D-5

You spent most of the day hauled up in your owner’s old office looking through the boxes of old photo albums and certificates that were never hung on the fridge or walls.

You felt stupid looking through all of this old stuff when you should be spending time with your family downstairs but what if you forgot all of your old memories?

Maybe you were being over dramatic, but you really had no indication that anything was going your way in 4 and a half days.

The human brain was a fickle thing. Complicated in ways that made remembering things harder because you have to practice over and over for information to be transferred from your short-term memory to long term memory.

You worry because not all memories you have of this household are flash-bulb memories, vivid depictions of an experience, easily reconstructed because a moment in time was emotionally arousing.

You remember certain times where you felt extreme emotions, like the first day you’d met Jimin, or how startled you had been on your 16th birthday when Jin went overboard with the celebrations.

You remember the day you held a fake graduation for Jin, because he’d told you in the silence of your bedroom that he wished he could have experienced a graduation. You remember that day because of how happy you had felt watching Jin smile.

Memories aren’t replayed in your mind like the films Taehyung liked to watch on television they are reconstructed. And reconstructions of memories aren’t always accurate. False memories weaving their way into the faint outline of the true experience.

Maybe once your memories of your life now would start to fade, and you were sat alone in another facility being tested in what could be just a few days, your mind will conjure up a set of false memories to keep you going. Maybe everyone you currently care abouts faces will morph into faces of people you’ll never know and familiar touches feeling like the wind as it gently kisses your skin on a cool summer evening.

Memories were both the most blessed part of human brains, but also the one of the most unreliable.

D-2

All 8 of you sat in the living room, huddled around the small coffee table where you were playing Pictionary.

It had become an unspoken rule since a few days ago that no one brings up what was to be happening in 2 days.

You’d all live your lives like nothing was going to happen. Which was easier said than done.

You home had become increasingly quiet over the last week, evenings no longer consisted of shouting over video games, or your two wolves chasing each other around the house.

Instead, everyone piled onto the couch in the living room where no one really paid attention to the early evening, mid-week television that was being broadcasted.

The silence didn’t help calm your nerves, if anything it put you more on edge. But you knew that within the next 48 or so hours, your life could completely change either for better or for worse.

That night Taehyung and Jimin slip into yours and Jin’s bedroom, moving you around on the bed so they could both hold you without the fear of being suffocated by your tails.

You’d woken up at one point in the night, the heavy weight of Hoseok on top of you, Jungkook holding your ankle as he sleeps further down the bed. Jin smiling down at you as he reads in the dim lamp light, his free hand carefully scratching over your hybrid ears.

You trace the outline of Jimin’s face, and then Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook before peering up at Jin. Engraving all of their faces into your mind. And no matter what happened, even if the outcome of the days to come isn’t in your favour, you’ll remember the soft slope of Jungkook’s nose, Hoseok’s pretty lips that formed a heart when he smiled, Jimin’s eyes that reminded you of little moons when he was happy and Taehyung’s pretty voice that would sing you to sleep.

And of course, you’d remember Jin. Your Jin. Who easily slipped into your dreams at night and carefully woke you up in the mornings with feather light kisses and soft hands that knew how to turn your bones to jelly. His pretty face and perfect smile.

You knew even if some of the memories were fresh, only weeks or months old, you’d continue to reconstruct each moment you’d spent with your new family, making sure to never forget what they had given you.

So, even if life didn’t turn in your favour; At least you had your family by your side in this moment, and when they no longer stood beside you, they’d be weaved into the crevices of your heart, soul and continue to plague your memories.

[artsymyargentavislove]

Boom!Shadow is Cream's self appointed guardian and this is my new canon (You can blame this fic for dis, THE POTENTIAL, MAN, I-)

Basically Shadow was just walking by and saw a bunch of kids bullying a rabbit and her chao, now, he could have just minded his own business but he has standars, he respects real strong people, not those who step on the weak because they just happen to be bigger or older and try to feed their fragile ego (Even if we are talking about literal kids, he takes it a bit too seriously) so he just steps behind Cream crossing his arms and glares down at them with absolute contempt and EVERYONE and their pets knows who's Shadow-who-has-destroyed-the-village-10-times-in-a-row-because-he-wanted-to-fucking-Hedgehog, and they run away like their ass is on fire thinking the rabbit they were bullying is gonna die in their place or smth.

Shadow THEN goes on his day but Cream. Follows. Him. Around. To to top it all of she's not only annoyingly polite she just simply... isn't afraid of him. Like. At all... Ok, he normally isn't that scary anyways but come on, he has a reputation to keep!

(The next scene)

Vanilla isn't happy when her daughter brings the most dangerous hedgehog of the whole island for a tea party. Shadow couldn't say no to the little rabbit, she's... persuasive. At least he tries to be a decent guest, given how awkward the whole situation is for both.

Somehow Cream also finds his cave, as long as she doesn't break anything he helps her with homework and teaches her self defense, much to Vanilla's chagrin, also several surviving skills (I kinda see her as a girl scout, she always runs first to his cave to show him her new insignias, he's so damn proud)

Rouge teases him so damn much about it, he can't even flip her off like he normally does because there's a child present-!

(Flower crowns, Flower crowns, Flower crowns-!!!!)

I can see him in the middle of a fight with Sonic, he goes through a wall in a cafeteria and lands right next to their table.

-''Morning, Mr. Shadow''.

-''Morning''.

-''Are you going to come home for dinner tonight? Mom is gonna make fruit pie!'

-''Yes, of course, uh, excuse me a second''.

(Gets out to keep fighting Sonic)

At this point I think everyone just rolls their eyes when this two fight and go on their day unless debris is involved XDDD

Imagine he teams up with Eggman again but when he's in the middle of wrestling with Sonic he notices Cream is in danger, he IMMEDIATELY flips the blue hedgy out of the way and runs to save her, no matter if he gets injured in the process. Nothing else matters, nor his mission either his rivalry, he can't let THIS one specific child be harmed in any way, shape or form. (Maria flashbacks intensify)

(I think also Shadow doesn't have many regards about his own safety or wounds because of his healing factor, which leads to him becoming somewhat self-sacrificial when someone he truly has grown to care about is in great danger, listen, he's gonna be fine, if he wants to be a meat shield he's gonna be one and there's nothing you can do about it.)

(He's a wild card too, as quickly as he can side with Eggman he can also turn on him if he as much looks wrong at the kid.)

Pls, gimme soft Shadow bonding with a child and also the inevitable having to deal with his trauma because he unconsciously projects his inability to protect the two people most dear to him and the idea that he's absolutely unworthy of any kind of love and/or affection into almost everything he does, like, he gets an ugly ass drawing of him with flowers and everything and he's gonna cry, I swear-

[unfoundhoney]

a sister’s sacrifice ; part two ↠

↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst with a minuscule amount of fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

↠ @leafyturtle @basheverythingyesterday @terribletoothbat

after all is said and done

after l’manberg is left half-ruined but still breathing

after techno runs off

after tommy and tubbo take seats in the cabinet

after wilbur has been killed by phil

after it all, you leave

you leave l’manberg & the rest of the server & refuse to pick a side

you move to a dark oak forest & build a little cottage for yourself hidden among the trees

you’re tired

you’re so so tired of everything & you just want to be at peace

of course, you could never fully leave everything

you’re still visited by your brothers (those that are left) & your friends

you help niki with her flower shop & various other building projects

you remain out of any political affairs tommy & tubbo are involved in

but you still spend most of your time alone in the woods

you’re content living like this

are you happy with the way your life has turned out?

god no

but you can live with being content

& then ghostbur shows up

(ghostbur) hello! are you the y/n phil keeps talking about?

you wanna talk about trauma?

let’s talk about being approached out of nowhere in the middle of the woods while mushroom hunting by your DEAD BROTHER and a blue sheep on a leash

what the f u c

(you, bewildered) ...will?

(ghostbur) i’m not wilbur. not the one you knew. i’m ghostbur! are you y/n? you look like phil described & i haven’t managed to find any other houses hidden in the dark oak forest.

this is... great

ghostbur becomes quite attached to you

will had distanced himself while living in pogtopia as his mental state deteriorated

it seems ghostbur is fulfilling the closeness alivebur wishes to have had maintained with you

.......

cool

this is fine

it’s totally fine

ghostbur visits you often

even though you know it’s not really your wilbur, it’s nice in some odd way to have a version of wilbur still around

it’s through ghostbur that you learn of tommy’s exile, long after it had happened

it seems no one wanted a protective mama bear y/n sent after them, so during your brief visits to the main residential areas, talk of tommy’s exile was conventiently never a conversation piece

you just figured he was busy or distracted or avoiding you like a moody teen

then ghostbur hands you a small letter one day

(you) what’s this?

(ghostbur) it’s an invitation to tommy’s beach party. he’s been quite lonely in exile

(you) quite lonely in what now

ghostbur fills you in as best as his little ghost brain can on what’s happened with tommy & burning down geroge’s house & tubbo exiling him

what do you mEAN TUBBO EXILED TOMMY????

WTFFFFF??????!!!

CAN YOU GET A BREAK????!!!?!?!?

WHAT ARE THESE IDIOT CHILDREN DOING

you’re the only person to get an invite

you watch from afar, wary of approaching your youngest brother with dream so close

you wait for dream to leave before going to him

(you) tommy?

(tommy) ...y/n!

you catch him in a hug without hesitation

(tommy) i knew you’d come

(you) tommy, i’m so sorry. i had no idea you’d even been exiled or i would have visited you immediately-... are you okay?

tommy is so....

he’s so.......

worn down

his clothes are torn & dirty, he has bags under his eyes

he’s thinner than he used to be, which is very concerning as he’s always been a bit of a walking stick

he just looks so tired

the usual fire that burns behind his eyes whether in anger or mischief or just happiness is nonexistent

(tommy) what?

(you) are you okay? i’d been worried because i hadn’t seen you around and- god, i’m so sorry. i should’ve looked for you or asked about you but i just assumed and now this and-... tom?

tommy just starts crying

because he thought you’d stopped caring about him too

he thought everyone stopped caring about him

but you’re here & you’re concerned & you’re as caring as usual

he buries his face in your shoulder & just cries his little heart out

you hold him and pet his hair and just let him cry

(you) tommy

(tommy) yeah?

(you) come home with me

(tommy) what?

(you) come home with me. you can live with me for the time being & we’ll get this sorted out, okay?

you’d seen how manipulative dream was being even in the short time you’d watched him & your brother, so it takes some convincing but soon tommy has packed his things & is heading out with you back to your home in the dark oak forest

you spend a while nursing him back to health, both physically & mentally

it’s truly heartbreaking having to recondition him out of the dependent mindset on dream

it also pisses you the fuck off but you focus your energy on tommy, not on revenge

tommy tries many times to convince you to come back

to go back to l’manberg & “plant the seed of rebellion”

which wasn’t even call for an actual rebellion, just that you could go back & raise hell about your littlest brother being exiled & demand he be allowed back

but time & time again you refuse

you are content staying away from everything & remaining out of conflict

tommy is very much not

so you lead him to techno’s new home

(you) don’t cause too much trouble for him

(tommy) he blew up l’manberg!

(you) wilbur blew up l’manberg. techno just tried to kill the government

you leave him there & head back home

do you get a moderately angry visit a few days later from techno, who eventually agrees to helping tommy upon your asking?

possibly

you’re not present when tommy & techno sneak onto the smp

you’re not there when tommy & tubbo fight

or during the doomsday war when techno, phil, & dream lay waste to l’manberg once and for all

you’re aware, yes

you’re around, you’re in the know

you just remain out of conflict & out of sight

you’re also not there to say goodbye to tommy & tubbo as they head off for their final battle with dream

that little tidbit you weren’t caught up on, too busy wallowing in your own self misery & crying over your broken family

but ghostbur comes to visit that day

(ghostbur) hello, y/n!

(you) hello, ghostbur. it’s nice to see you

(ghostbur) you, as well! would you like some blue

(you) no. thank you.

(ghostbur) i sure do hope tommy & tubbo come back alright

(you) come back from what?

you were expecting “a trip to the nether,” “a journey to a new woodland mansion,” “a search for sunken ships”

instead, you get:

(ghostbur) their final battle with dream. they set off not too long ago

(you) ........if you’ll excuse me

you head off immediately, tracking tommy & tubbo despite all odds

you do not care, those are your brothers & they are not dying on your watch to dream of all people

they may have been told it’s a battle

they may think they have a chance

but this is dream we’re talking about

you know a trap when you see one

you climb up the mountainside as stealthily as possible

you arrive just in time to hear tubbo’s screams as he is cornered and killed by dream, losing his second canon life

tommy seems to be beat into submission as dream threatens to kill tubbo a final time, who respawns defenseless without any of his items

dreams leads them down into the mountain, villain monologuing the whole way

dramatic bitch

you jump down after them, tired of hearing him threaten your brothers

(you) i think you’ve said enough, dream

(dream) there you are. i was beginning to wonder when mama bear would show up

you put yourself between dream and your brothers

(you) you won’t hurt them anymore. i’m taking them & we’re leaving

(dream) i don’t think that’s up to you, y/n

(you) we’ll see

you take the first swing at dream, landing a clean hack at his shoulder with your axe

but again

this is dream we’re talking about

you’ve never been the most talented fighter & dream is second only to technoblade

i.e. you never stood a chance

but all reason went out the window when it comes to saving your brothers

soon you’re backed against a wall, dream’s axe at your throat

(dream) well this was a waste of time

(you) you’re a monster

(dream) thanks

(you) you think distancing yourself from everyone & everything will work? trust me, it doesn’t. it doesn’t matter how far away you move or how much you push those you love away, those feelings will always be there

dream considers you for a moment

you hope he at least has no satisfaction as you stare back in defiance

you’re unafraid; coming down here was a death sentence & yet you still jumped in headfirst

(dream) maybe for someone like you. but i’m not like you. i don’t care about anything or anyone on this server. i’m not burdened by attachment & i will never be again.

(you) i pity you, dream

(dream) pity me in hell

dreams draws his arm back & swings his axe down

you will lose your final canon life to dream, for your brothers

it’s always for your brothers

as much as you think you should hate them, hate everyone for everything that has happened to you

you can’t

they’re your family

you’ll love them infinitely

tubbo gasps in shock & tommy gives a yell of protest

you know they love you, too

you close your eyes

dream’s axe meets your neck

and you’re gone

[pennys-rose-garden]

AHDHSHDHSDH OH MY GOD YESSSSS. yeah dragon!eb is definitely still prone to being cranky and temperamental sometimes, all that pent-up everything doesn’t do his psyche any favors. he’s extremely proud of what he’s built for himself, both his fortune and the family he’s amassed, but hell, even they don’t Know. not that any of this excuses him being a dick every now and then; but it does, i think, explain some of his aloof haughtiness and short temper And All That Jazz.

ALSO BESS TERRORIZING HIM IS SO FUNNY AISAKDKKSSKS i def agree there would be some conflict between them lmfao, he would HATEEE the nickname “smoky” but the hugs… oh man the hugs are a different story. feel like he’d tense up at first and be all like “miss, WHAT do you think you’re DOING” but then kinda melt into it because GOT DAMN he needs one. he’s also very warm to the touch, naturally!

bess being like “you don’t scare me, asshole” would probably annoy him at first, until he thinks about it for a while and realizes it’s possible for people to not be intimidated by him— in fact, it’s possible for people to find him so un-intimidating that they feel like they can verbally spar with him with impunity. (which, of course, bess can; but for a long time, he doesn’t know that she knows that.) i feel like, once he cools down, it would make him feel… almost hopeful.

if anything, i feel like bess’s torment of him might actually kinda help dragon!eb to loosen up a little. i can imagine her being surprised the first time she actually gets a smile out of him, rather than his usual annoyed scowl!! and/or the first time he decides to “get back at her,” probably with some equally annoying-but-ultimately-harmless antics and/or nicknames.

consider also: bess ruffling dragon!eb’s hair and him being hella annoyed by it because

dragon!eb: damn it! do you have any idea how long i spent on—

bess: of course. why do you think i’m doing this?

i imagine also that dragon!eb purrs and hisses on occasion so bess just compares him to an overgrown cat ADNSNDNS

with regards to bess trying to set up dragon!eb with his potential partner… AAAHH THATS SO SWEET AND I LOVE IT but it’s gonna be SO FRUSTRATING for her because… okay okay so

the blood hunter he’s befriended is a tough-looking fellow named saangr who can shapeshift into a black jaguar. i should probably draw him or something, but i’m Silly and i Tend To Forget Things. hopefully someday!! but the point is that saangr and dragon!eb are both completely oblivious, and to boot dragon!eb is oblivious to his own feelings (because of course he is). dragon!eb insists that he and saangr are strictly friends, nevermind that his heart flutters and his skin starts sizzling whenever he gets close to saangr, nevermind that his eyes always search for saangr’s first in a room— he can’t spend his whole life with him, saangr will just get hurt, he has business to attend to, excuses, excuses, excuses. saangr is quiet and stoic but also warm and compassionate and deeply dedicated to the good of man, and he’s also in tune with his wild side— he’s everything ebenezer wishes he could be. no wonder he’s so comfortable around saangr. and yet he can’t bring himself to connect the dots, or if he can— it’s not entirely clear to anyone— he refuses to say it aloud.

which leads me into thoughts about the rest of dragon!eb’s party for the fic i want to write, one of whom is actually kind of inspired by bess— and dragon!eb definitely does butt heads with her on occasion, so i can imagine he’d meet bess and be like “oh gods those two will be a force to be reckoned with if they ever cross paths”

but for now let me just say i believe saangr and bess would get along. saangr has long hair so i can imagine her braiding flowers into it, or scratching behind his ears when he’s in jaguar form! he’s a sweetheart once one gets to know him; he’s just quiet because he conserves his words for when he feels like he really needs them, and he feels more comfortable observing people than interacting with them.

i know you mentioned you weren’t super familiar with d&d lore, so just in case you were wondering: a blood hunter is a pretty recently added class, basically people who use a combination of blood magic and melee combat tactics to hunt down their enemies (usually demons and the undead). the order of the lycan is particularly interesting; it consists of people who are in tune with and in control of their animal forms after undergoing a ritual called “the taming,” hence why saangr can also shapeshift!

okay i am so sorry in advance for like All Of This but youve activated the Special Interest Neurons and i gotta say. i lowkey want your d&d AU ebenezer (werewolf rogue) and my d&d AU ebenezer (dragon disguising himself as a human) to interact somehow. i can’t get the mental image out of my head of both of them wondering “how long will it take for him to realize that there’s something Off about me” about the other. again i am SO SORRY i know this is a very silly idea but it got into my head and it won’t leave :D👍

Ooh! A human-formed dragon is a perfect fit Eb what with the hoarding riches and what not. 🤣. Love that idea. And please don't ever apologize about sending asks--I love to read them and think about the questions/theories/facts the pose. Especially when they're concerning my favorite old miser.😅

As for how they could potentially meet? Simplest way would probably be a spell going wrong. Some magic wielder from one of their groups reaches across dimensions for some reason or other and the Ebenezer accidentally gets pulled through. Then, as if having to deal with the fact that "there's another me" isn't bad enough, they also have to worry about the other them finding out their... oddities. They both probably think the other one seems so perfectly normal (and, in at least my Eb's case, he has a loving, devoted mate either currently by his side or back in his own world who is undoubtedly fighting to find him and bring him back home) and feel inferior because of it. If there's one other person who should be at least accepting of you, it should be yourself. But how can a "normal" you, who seems to have everything you could ever hope for, possibly be okay with you being a hidden dragon or cursed monster? "He's succeeded where I've failed. He's doing well while I'm struggling."

And then something happens that causes them to reveal their natures to each other and they probably both think the other's situation is fascinating.🤣. Wolf Eb is wondering how the bloody hell Dragon Eb can be so huge in true form yet can become so small for his disguise. Dragon Eb is wondering how the lycanthropy works because he was under the impression werewolves could only turn during the full moon. He's also curious if Wolf Eb can use his werewolf abilities as a human or if more wolfish qualities carry over into his human form. Yes, Wolf can and yes, they do. And some of them make it damn near impossible to get anything productive done whenever Bess is randy or ovulating.

[cafedanslanuit]

♡   —   pairing: eren x reader

♡   —   tags/warnings: mentions of cheating and alcohol. side aruani and yumihisu. honestly just a feel-good fic, with humour and fluff <3

♡   —   a/n:  honestly, this is the most “romantic comedy” fic i’ve ever written and i love it <3 shout out to @ofoceansandtombstones​ that beta read this one mwah thank u

♡   —   masterlist

There was an ill taste in your mouth that wouldn’t go away, no matter how many drinks you had. And you already had more than a few. From your spot on the table, you could see your friends dancing and having the time of their lives. You really wished you could join them. Nevertheless, you had wasted all your energy forcing a smile and clapping along during the ceremony. Once you had arrived at the hotel reception with the rest of the guests, you had slid a bill to a kind waitress and told her to keep the drinks coming. 

Ymir and Historia were dancing in front of you. Stoic, sour-faced Ymir couldn’t help but smile as her sweet girlfriend twirled and giggled, her cheeks red and eyes just the tiniest bit unfocused. Next to them, Sasha, Jean and Connie were owning the dance floor, moving in sync to the happy music. A grin formed on your face as you saw Connie lifting Sasha up and her almost falling to the floor. Jean was holding his stomach as he laughed loudly.

On a nearby table, Mikasa looked over at them, a small smile on his lips. She was sitting next to her girlfriend, who was holding her hand as they watched their friends dance. You saw her girlfriend leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear, to which she chuckled. It was so strange -and so beautiful- to see Mikasa laugh that it took you aback. And apparently, also the girl she was with, because her lips slightly parted as she watched her in awe.

“How’s the party animal doing?”

You looked up and saw Eren staring down at you with a funny expression. He was wearing black dress pants and a white shirt. The first two buttons were undone, and he was carrying his suit jacket over his shoulder and a beer on his other hand.

“Someone’s gotta keep an eye out for everyone,” you replied with a shrug. Eren scoffed and took the seat next to you on the empty table, leaving his jacket on the nearest chair.

“I mean, I know attending your ex’s wedding isn’t bound to be a good time, but you’d think you would try to put on a happy face.”

You rolled your eyes. “Hey, at least I’m here.”

“After Mikasa tried her best to convince you during a whole week,” he said. You turned your head to Eren, eyes wide open. “What? Of course she told me.”

“That little… That’s it, I’m going to tell her girlfriend about that one time Mikasa got drunk with us,” you muttered angrily, standing up. Eren was quicker and pulled you back to your seat.

“You and Armin broke up a year ago. Why are you so upset he’s moving on?”

Before you could answer, the music stopped and the dance floor erupted in applause. Eren and you watched as Armin and Annie walked in between their guests, greeting everyone as they made their way to the bride and groom table, covered with a pearl cloth and decorated with the finest flowers. Every detail screamed elegance and you knew Armin had been the one to decide most of it. It had his taste written in every napkin and strategically placed flower.

Armin’s smile was almost too big for his face and if you had to guess, those small red marks on the external corner of his eyes meant he had been crying just a few minutes ago. You rolled your eyes. So sentimental. On the other hand, Annie’s smile was far less noticeable, but for someone who always repressed her public displays of emotions as much, that little smile must have felt heavenly to her new husband.

Husband. You took a big gulp of your drink.

“I’m telling you this because I care for you,” Eren said, redirecting your attention to him. “You’re looking like a petty ex.”

“Rather be petty than a cheater,” you shrugged, finishing your drink. You gestured to the waitress and she immediately walked to you, handing you a full glass. Thanking her, you wasted no time in taking a sip.

Eren’s eyebrows were deeply furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Armin never told you why we broke up, right?”

Eren scooted his chair closer to you and you bit back a laugh.

“He said you just weren’t good together,” he said, trying to remember his friend’s words. “And you said something similar when I asked you back then. Where does this ‘cheating’ thing come from?”

You let out a long sigh. “Maybe it wasn’t cheating. Not by definition, at least. But when your boyfriend starts dating someone else a week after you broke up a two-year-long relationship and he gets engaged four months later… you draw your own conclusions,” you explained, taking another sip of your drink and making a grimace. “Fuck, this one’s strong.”

After not getting a response from Eren for a long moment, you finally turned to look for his emerald eyes. You could almost see the numbers flying around his mind, trying to make sense of everything you had just told him. It was endearing.

“Wait, no-- wait,” Eren gestured at you with his hand. He stopped himself again and took a sip of his beer. “The first time Armin told me about Annie was in February. I remember it clearly. We were shopping for Mikasa’s birthday gift and then he went to pick something for Annie. And you guys broke up around Halloween, that’s the time I found you crying-- in Jean's backyard during our costume party.”

“We had a big fight at that party. We hadn’t broken up,” you clarified with a smirk. “He broke up with me after Mikasa’s birthday party. The same party he convinced me not to attend.”

Eren’s face dropped once all the pieces clicked together. He turned his body to look at the bride and groom table, where Armin and Annie were taking a sip of their champagne glasses and talking to each other enthusiastically, while the rest of their guests kept dancing.

“That son of a bitch,” he breathed out. You burst out laughing at his reaction. “No, I mean it! I really thought you had broken up during that Halloween party! You didn’t upload any more photos together, I don’t even remember even seeing you together--”

“I told you, we were fighting and… not in the mood for photos or public dates. Most of those months were spent at his apartment, fighting over really, really stupid things or just not texting each other for days,” you explained. “Honestly, when he broke up with me he made the decision I was too afraid to take. He was right, we weren’t good for each other anymore. But... fuck,” you chuckled icily. “I wish he would have broken up with me before getting with Annie.”

Eren listened in silence, his eyes still on his friend. You gave him time as you kept drinking, your gaze drifting to your friends again. You really wished you could have the energy to join them and forget Armin and Annie. It was true you didn’t love him anymore, yet seeing them together only made you remember how you had been fooled by someone you thought loved you the most.

You had had many dates ever since, but no one ever stuck. It was fun, getting someone’s attention for a couple of weeks, but then you couldn’t help but ghost them, putting up shitty excuses like wanting to focus on yourself and not having enough time to spare with them. You had lost so many amazing opportunities with both boys and girls that a couple of months ago you had decided to stop dating at all. It was lonely for sure, but at least you didn’t find yourself feeling guilty for not being able to open yourself up emotionally for someone else.

“Want to get back at him?”

You turned to Eren so fast you almost hurt your neck.

“What?”

“I have an idea. Just play along,” he explained, standing up.

“Eren, hey, what are you--”

“Everybody! If you could give me a minute please!”

You watched horrified as your friends started turning to you and Eren, confused at the commotion. Eren kept waving his hand, gathering more and more people’s attention, Armin and Annie included. He even gestured to the DJ to lower the music and she complied. In a few seconds, all the guests of the party were looking at you, who was still sitting down with a confused expression, a drink in your hand. Once he deemed enough people were looking at him, you saw him fumbling with his hands nervously.

“Eren,” you called for him again in a whisper, but all he did was take the drink you had in your hands and put it on the table.

“Sorry for interrupting, I know a lot of you were having a lot of fun dancing. But all I’m asking is one minute of your time. I hope that’s okay with you guys,” he grinned back to the bride and groom table, where they were as confused as all the guests around. “I have something really important to say.”

“Eren, no, you can’t tell them about--”

“No, no, give me a moment,” he hushed you again. The DJ walked to both of you and handed an inalambric microphone to Eren.

You didn’t like how devilish his smile turned.

“Great, thanks, this is much better,” he told the DJ, who just kindly smiled at him. “Anyway, I don’t want to take much of the bride and groom’s time, so I’ll try to be concise. The thing is…” he said, turning to face you. “I love you.”

Your mouth flew open as you heard multiple gasps coming from the guests. Yet, you couldn’t bother with looking anywhere but Eren’s eyes. What was he doing? Since when did he have feelings for you? If he wanted to say something, he could have easily said something a few minutes ago, when--

Just play along.

Oh.

Your questioning glare turned into a big smile and you noticed Eren softly nodding at you.

“You already know how much I love you. Honestly, I never get tired of telling you so. And hiding our love from our friends has probably been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Sorry about that, Mikasa,” he said, gesturing to the woman.

You could imagine your friend’s dumbfounded face, but you knew better than to turn and check for yourself. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your laughter.

“So I’m here in front of all our friends and some other guests I don’t know to ask a simple question.”

In a swift movement, Eren got down on one knee. Your hand flew to cover your mouth, trying your best to hide any trace of laughing on your face. The flash of the cameras startled you for a moment, but that only meant Eren’s plan was working. The excited murmurs and squeals only fueled Eren, as he pulled up a ring and showed it to you. You immediately recognized it as one of the rings he had been wearing a few moments ago. 

“Would you marry me?”

A huge, honest grin made its way to your face and you nodded quickly. You grabbed the microphone Eren was holding and spoke right into it.

“Yes, I’ll marry you!”

You hadn’t listened to a crowd erupting in applause and cheers as loud as the guests at Armin’s wedding when Eren slid his ring on your finger. Once again, the flash of the cameras were right into the both of you as you leaped into his arms. He stood up while holding your body close to him, even giving you a small spin and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

When he finally put you down, the music resumed and all your friends began running to the both of you.

“You’re fucking crazy,” you whispered to Eren, holding his face between your hands. He laughed.

“Kinda ruined the reception, huh?”

“When the fuck did this happen?” Jean inquired as soon as he reached you.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell us?” Sasha whined, with a small pout. “But congratulations!” she quickly followed, hugging you tightly. As you hugged her back, you felt someone taking the hand that was now wearing Eren’s ring.

“This is one of your rings,” she noted, shooting Eren a dirty glance. He lifted his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I didn’t plan this! But I will get her a prettier one soon,” he said, winking at you. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nah, I like this one,” you replied. You shared a knowing grin and soon it was Connie’s turn to hug you.

While you were hugging your friend back, you saw in the corner of your eye Armin getting up from the table and starting to walk to both of you. Your smile immediately vanished from your face and once Eren caught it and followed your eye trail, he understood the reason why. You heard him mutter a curse before he pulled you from Connie’s embrace.

“Well, we’d love to stay, but my fiancée and I want some time alone.”

“C’mon, you haven’t told us yet how you got together!” Sasha complained.

“Next time, we promise,” you hurriedly assured her.

Eren picked his suit jacket from the table and before Armin could reach your group, you quickly walked away, exiting the hotel. Eren whistled to a taxi and you jumped inside, telling the man behind the wheel to drive. Loud laughter filled the vehicle as soon as it began moving.

“How-- how did you even have this idea?” you asked him, holding your stomach as you laughed. “Dude, Armin looked so upset, we totally stole his thunder.”

“That was the plan,” Eren shrugged, a winning smirk on his lips. “Knowing the gang, everybody’s going to be talking about us and the engagement for the rest of the party.”

“Remind me to never have you as an enemy,” you chuckled, leaning back on the car seat. Letting out a long sigh, you took off Eren’s ring and handed it to him.

He shook his head. “Nah, keep it. As a souvenir of today,” he winked.

“Thank you,” you smiled. You put the ring on your thumb this time, since it was too big for your ring finger anyway. “You didn’t have to do this at all, and yet--”

“It’s okay,” he assured you.

“No, really. It’s just-- I’ve been having a tough time since the breakup,” you admitted. “To have you doing this for me means a lot. Makes me feel someone really cares for me. I never said anything to anyone back then because Annie is also a part of the group and I thought…”

Eren leaned his head towards you.

“You thought…?”

“I thought you would pick her too. It’s stupid, I know,” you shrugged, turning your head to Eren. “But Armin had just broken up with me and a week later he was already in public with Annie. Back then, I thought everyone knew we had just broken up and if no one had said anything was because they didn’t care. So I just… stopped hanging out with all of you as much as I did before.”

“Yeah, I noticed that,” he muttered.

“You did?”

Eren nodded. “That’s why I asked Mikasa to pressure you into coming to the wedding. I hadn’t seen you in a while.”

“You could have just asked me to hang out, you know,” you teased him. Eren chuckled, pushing some of his loose hairs behind his ear.

“I think we know by now I don’t take the conventional route.”

“Yeah, all of the guests know that too,” you quipped, making both of you laugh.

This time, when the laughter came to an end, you realized how close your faces were. Your noses were almost brushing as you both were lying your heads on the back of the car seat. You looked into Eren’s emerald eyes and noticed he wasn’t looking away from yours either. Was it the alcohol that made his cheeks turn a lovely shade of pink? If it was, then you could say the warmth crawling up your face was its fault too. It had to be the alcohol, or else, you would have to also ponder about the reason your heart was beating out of your chest at having your friend so close to you. He was handsome, he had always been and you knew this. But why were you losing all your composure just now?

A brief look at Eren's lips gave your thoughts away and, in less than two seconds, he was pressing his lips against yours.

For a spur-of-the-moment kiss, as you thought this one was, it was rather soft. Eren kissed you as if he thought you were the most expensive and fragile thing he had ever seen. But of course, this was just a product of the adrenaline and the fact that -as far as you knew- he hadn’t been dating anyone as well, right?

Your small theory crashed and burnt when you felt his hand softly cradling the side of your face. No. This wasn’t an adrenaline kiss, neither one that you gave without a thought. Maybe it had been unprompted and maybe you hadn’t seen it coming, but it sure as hell seemed he did. Eren’s lips gilded against your with ease, revealing a soft tenderness you didn’t know he possessed. You kissed him back, matching his rhythm as you softly pressed your hand against his chest.

Eren pulled away from you softly, and if his longing eyes were any indicator, a bit reluctantly.

“Hi,” he breathed out, making you grin widely.

“Hi,” you replied. You gently caressed his cheek with the knuckles of the hand that was previously resting on his chest. Eren took it and kissed your palm, making your heart flutter.

“Sorry to interrupt kids, but where are we heading?”

The voice of the taxi driver startled you, making you pull away from Eren. He chuckled at your reaction and then looked back at the man.

“Take us to that pizza place near the central park. Gotta have a celebratory dinner with my fiancée,” he said cheekily, taking your hand into his. You squeezed his hand back, his ring digging a little on your skin.

“So young and engaged already? Congrats!” the driver said, turning left and heading towards the direction Eren had given him.

“Thank you!” you smiled brightly at Eren while he took your joint hands to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

A part of you knew you weren’t taking that ring off anytime soon.

[devendrasbeard]

Don't Wake The Sleeping Dragon

This is my @merrywitchermas Rarepair Secret Santa gift to @firefly-party !!!

I got so blessed, because my assigned giftee is also my BESTIE!

I had so much fun writing this, the only difficulty was keeping the thing secret for a WHOLE MONTH! also, special thanks to @hallistarling for beta-ing, tossing ideas arround and keeping her mouth shut too!

Merry Christmas, Kei, my beloved! Enjoy your Jaskel! <3

Summary: Contrary to his husband, Eskel is a massive fan of body modifications, having almost half of his body covered with tattoos and piercings. Jaskier holds his hand during yet another piercing appointment, not knowing the severe consequences of Eskel's decision for them both.

Read on AO3 or read it here under the cut, because SMUT

"Oh my god, oh gods, I can't look... I can't," Jaskier was as pale as a piece of paper, his hands shaky and voice weak.

"You're being overly dramatic, love," Eskel chuckled and squeezed his hand.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?" Jaskier tried weakly. "Gods, is this how husbands feel around their wives in delivery rooms?"

"Now you're really being overly dramatic, Jask."

"Listen, mate," the piercer rose in his seat, from where he was hunched over Eskel. "How about you go wait outside and come back to see the final outcome?"

"Excuse you, mate," Jaskier gave him a condescending look. "But a cock like my husband's happens only once in a lifetime, so I won't let it out of my sight during the whole thing."

"Alright," the piercer let out a deep sigh. "Do you want me to walk you through the process again?" He turned to Eskel, but his question seemed to be directed more towards Jaskier. Eskel started feeling like a third wheel on his own piercing appointment.

"Yes, please," Jaskier said, leaning back in his seat, sighing heavily.

"Okay. So what I'm gonna do is," the piercer gestured vaguely around Eskel's crotch area, "I'm gonna put the needle through the urethra and then pierce through the top of the glans, pulling the piercing behind it to secure it in place."

Jaskier turned even whiter in the face than before and let out a very long, deep breath. "Yeah, you know what, I'm gonna go wait outside."

The closest Jaskier has gotten to body modifications was getting his nose pierced by a friend in the high school's bathrooms. His mom gave him hell for it and nagged him for days to take it out, which Jaskier eventually did, but not because of her, but because the hole got infected. He figured, piercings and tattoos weren't exactly his thing, he even turned away Eskel's offer to get their wedding bands tattooed and opted for a more traditional white gold option.

His husband, on the other hand, was on the exact opposite end of the spectrum. Jaskier never denied that what pulled him to Eskel in the first place were his intricate and colorful full tattoo sleeves - detailed drawings of flowers, poison ivy and exotic birds on one arm and a snake fighting a dragon on the other. Upon getting to know him better, Jaskier also learned that Eskel had a very interesting tattoo of a half naked succubus on his abdomen, and his family's initials tattooed in ancient runes on his chest, right above a ring nipple piercing. Yes, there was also a tongue piercing that Jaskier fell in love with at the first kiss.

But this? Jaskier felt that this was too much even for Eskel. He'd told Jaskier it would improve their sex life (which Jaskier never complained about) and bring more spice into their relationship (it was spicy enough for Jaskier as it was, thank you), but most of all he'd said that he was just curious. And who was Jaskier to mandate what his significant other could and could not do with their body?

Eskel emerged out of the room and approached the reception desk to pay for his piercings. He grimaced a little while walking and Jaskier felt sorry for him.

"Okay, here are the aftercare guidelines and the balm," the piercer said after handing Eskel a little bag with all essentials. "Use the balm twice a day and remember to rinse the glans with warm water after you urinate. It should be fully healed within six months, but you can use the balm for the first two months only. And also, absolutely no sex and no getting boners during the healing period, minimum six weeks." He smiled at Eskel, but it was underlined with pity.

Jaskier rose from his seat in the waiting room and approached the piercer. "I'm sorry, I don't think I follow... I'm sure you meant six days?"

"Nah, mate." The piercer now smiled at Jaskier, and this time it was a full blown grin. "No sexy times for at least six weeks, unless you want your husband to make a quick visit to the ER..."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," Jaskier whispered to Eskel through gritted teeth and stormed out of the salon.

*****

"I can't believe you hid such crucial information from me!" Jaskier said, still angry, as he drove them back home. "Two months?!"

"You're saying it as if you couldn't go a few weeks without sex, darling," Eskel laughed, opening the window to let the summer breeze in.

"Because I can't! Or at least... Won't give it up willingly!" Jaskier threw his arms up, causing Eskel to laugh at him even more.

"C'mon, love... It's not the first time we can't bang for a while," Eskel patted Jaskier's jeans-clad knee. "Remember when Papa fell ill and I had to go home for three months?"

"We had phone sex then. Almost every night," Jaskier mumbled, deliberately avoiding Eskel's gaze, keeping a frown on his face to show him he was still mad. And doing his best not to smile at the memory of his husband's sweet moans in his phone's speaker from back then.

"You're creative, you'll come up with something to do during this time," Eskel said lightly, smoothing his hand along Jaskier's thigh.

"Well, I'd most likely do you," Jaskier whined.

"I bet you would," Eskel leaned in and kissed Jaskier's neck. "I guess you'll just have to... take the matters into your own hands, so to speak," he laughed loudly at his own joke.

"It's not funny, you bastard!" Jaskier swatted his hand away and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

*****

The first two weeks of his celibacy went by fast and easy, which surprised Eskel. He kept the strict cleaning and moisturizing regimen and seeing the piercings heal quickly made him sure he was gonna make it. Even though a bit grumpy, Jaskier was doing all he could to support his husband during this "challenging time" - he didn't walk out of the shower naked and parade around their bedroom looking for clean underwear; he stopped wiggling his butt in bed when he was the little spoon, and he even took the effort to stop making that lovely moaning sound when he ate his favourite ice cream.

But then one morning Jaskier was making pancakes, dancing around to his favourite music, while Eskel sat at the kitchen table drinking his coffee.

After making a little half spin, Jaskier dropped his spatula and he bent over to reach for it. Eskel's mouth fell agape and his whole skin prickled with need. Did Jaskier's sweatpants always stick to his butt like second skin? And when did Jaskier's ass get so mouthwateringly round and supple and so fucking tempting? Eskel gripped his coffee mug tighter and cleared his throat.

And that's when Jaskier looked at him from behind his shoulder, his hair tousled and cheeks so deliciously pink and giggled, "Ahh, silly me..."

Oh. Oh no. Eskel got tense immediately and the heat coiling in the bottom of his stomach went straight to his cock. He rose from his seat and quickly closed the distance between him and Jaskier, spinning his husband around, pressing him into the kitchen counter and kissing him hard.

"Fuck, Jaskier," he panted, pressing his whole body against his husband's, grinding against him, peppering his face, neck and the exposed skin of his chest with kisses. "You're too hot to stay away from..."

"Eskel... We can't," Jaskier said sternly, but at the same time he threw his head away, bucking his hips against Eskel's, a wanton sigh leaving his lips.

And then he felt it. A flash of hot, stinging pain in the head of his dick right the moment he rubbed himself against Jaskier's thigh again.

"Ah, fuck!" Eskel backed off, folding in half, hands clutching his hurting groin. "Fucking hell..." He stumbled back to his seat at the coffee table.

"I'm so sorry, love," Jaskier sighed from the other end of the kitchen, looking at him with pity. "But... you brought it upon yourself! You knew what you were getting yourself into!" He pointed a finger at him, fake anger on his worried face.

"Yes, I guess I did..." Eskel sighed. "Just a few more weeks..."

"A few more weeks."

*****

Jaskier woke up in the middle of the night to a raging boner. Again.

He loved Eskel and he tried his best not to cause arousal in his husband to help him get through this trying time. But Eskel? He was just too hot - even thinking, dreaming about him was enough to get Jaskier's blood boiling and his cock stirring with want. The fact that they haven't had sex in over a month wasn't helping at all.

Eskel was sound asleep next to him, lying shirtless on his side, one tattooed arm flung across Jaskier's chest, his steady, even breath tickling Jaskier's face. He looked so beautiful with his dark mussed hair, slightly parted lips and that broad chest.

With a sigh of resignation, and a dick hard as if there was no tomorrow, Jaskier slipped carefully out of Eskel's embrace and padded to the bathroom.

He turned the shower on and quickly shimmied out of his sweatpants and shirt. He stepped under the warm water, leaning one hand on the wall and taking his cock in the other, wasting no time.

Looking for a quick release, trying not to wake Eskel up, Jaskier let his mind wander. He was touch starved, sexually frustrated, so it was easy to find images and scenarios in his head that could tip him over the edge quickly.

He thought of their first phone sex three years ago, when Eskel had to spend several months in his home town. He recalled how shy and reluctant Eskel was at first, too awkward to video chat with Jaskier, so they retorted to talking on the phone. He remembered how at first Eskel would clear his throat and hum before each whispered sentence, and how he grew bolder with time and with every broken moan that left Jaskier's lips.

The memory of Eskel panting hotly into the phone, of the quick, sharp breaths that left his mouth after Jaskier whispered "Oh darling, you're so hard for me, I'm gonna lose my mind!" was already sending Jaskier over the edge, making his skin prickle and his vision blur.

"Ah, fuck, Eskel, yes," he started babbling, his hand moving on his dick at a fast, rushed pace. He could feel the tension in his belly, the sweet release being just around the corner. "Oh gods, darling, yes, yes! Oh my god!"

"Jaskier?" Eskel's sleepy voice reached him through the sound of water.

Startled, Jaskier tried to stop himself, to muffle the obscene sounds leaving his mouth, but he was too far gone. He came with a shout, a broken whine that escaped his lips against his better judgment. He slid down the wall and sat on the shower's floor. "Ah, fuck."

After he'd quickly dried himself and put his sleeping clothes back on, Jaskier entered the bedroom only to find it empty. He only noticed a faint light shining into the corridor from their kitchen.

"Esk?" He made his way down the hall and found him, sitting on the kitchen counter next to the open fridge, an ice pack placed carefully on his crotch. Jaskier sighed and moved towards his husband to wrap him in a tight hug. "I guess I wasn't as stealthy as I thought I was?"

Eskel just sighed, shaking his head, his long, black hair covering his eyes. He laughed lightly, patting the ice pack he kept cradled over his groin. "I guess your moans are way more sexy than you think they are."

*****

"Today's the day," Jaskier woke him up with soft kisses to Eskel's neck and a hand smoothing along his torso and abdomen under the shirt.

"Is it?" Eskel asked sleepily, sitting up and wrapping Jaskier into a hug.

"I kept track in my calendar," Jaskier smiled, waving his phone in front of Eskel's eyes before turning it off and placing it back on his nightstand. "Six weeks and one day exactly. Can we finally at least try to have sex?"

Eskel nodded and felt his cock stirring with interest and hardening as soon as Jaskier kicked the bedsheets away and laid his hands on him. And he was fully hard as soon as Jaskier helped him get out of his boxer shorts.

"Okay, should we take it slow?" Jaskier said, voice strained with need and shaky with excitement. "I got everything prepared that we might need and... What are those?!" His eyes were fixed on the underside of Eskel's cock, where two silver barbells were placed one under the other. "Are you out of your mind? I thought you were getting only the tip pierced?!"

Eskel pulled him into a kiss, a soft one that quickly turned needy, heated. "I figured I might as well get everything done at once and go only once through the hassle," he said lightly as they finally parted their lips. "And I'm more than sure that you're gonna love it."

"You're a freak," Jaskier laughed, but his hand already wandered along Eskel's thick thigh, sneaking between his hairy legs, ready to grab and stroke his cock.

"Can I..." Eskel tried with an apologetic smile. "Can I touch myself first? It's been a while and I have no idea what to expect."

"Go for it," Jaskier smiled, licking his lips and watching as Eskel grabbed himself in his big hand.

OH. That felt... different. He was so touch starved and the skin around the piercings was still very sensitive, so that Eskel felt every touch with doubled strength. It didn't hurt, but the intensity of a simple touch bewildered him. He moaned unwillingly, biting down his lip as he started stroking himself lightly. The piercings moved slightly under his hand with every stroke and sent bolts of pleasure down his spine and he closed his eyes shut with a huff. "Fuck..."

Jaskier's hand was around his palm in a second, his husband scooting closer, pressing against Eskel's body with all his weight. Feeling Jaskier's hand on him for the first time in so long was enough to tip him over the edge. Jaskier breathed heavily into Eskel's neck and as he stroked him - gently at first, but growing bolder with each move - he deliberately rolled his thumb over the pierced slit of Eskel's cock and down the sensitive shaft. It felt so good, so, so incredibly good, Eskel felt his toes curling, the heat in his belly almost too much to bear and... he came immediately, all over their intertwined hands, a stifled moan suppressed at the back of his throat.

"Fuck..." Eskel slid down the pillows and let out a deep breath. "I'm... whoo, I'm sorry, but also I absolutely am not."

Jaskier chuckled and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then his neck. Then moved down to pepper his torso with kisses. "I figured you wouldn't last long the first time around," he said, raising his pretty head and looking up at Eskel with those big blue, hopeful eyes. "You better get up and ready again soon, cause I've been dying to ride it!"

"Darling," was all Eskel could say watching with wide eyes as Jaskier slid further down and nestled comfortably between his thighs.

"I've been dying to do that too," Jaskier whispered with a playful smirk and ducked his head to welcome Eskel's cock in his mouth.

Oh, this felt just too good. It only took a few laps of Jaskier's tongue for Eskel to be fully hard again. Whenever Jaskier circled the head of Eskel's cock with his tongue, Eskel had to gasp and throw his head back - the welcoming heat of Jaskier's mouth combined with the heaviness and coldness of the ring piercing caused him shivers. But then Jaskier closed his lips over Eskel's dick and hummed looking straight at Eskel with that mischievous spark in his eye. The vibrations of Jaskier's low voice around the pierced head, the softness of his tongue on the underside of Eskel's cock made his vision blur, made him see stars at the edges. Eskel moaned loudly, fisting the bedsheets, bucking his hips up, deeper into the slick, wet heat of Jaskier's mouth.

By gods, he wanted. He couldn't think, he couldn't feel anything else - there was just the feeling of Jaskier's lips on his aching cock and the desire, the want to just grab Jaskier's head and fuck his face.

"Fuck, Jaskier, I'm..." he panted, taut as a string, feet planted on the floor, fighting the overwhelming urge to just spill straight into Jaskier's mouth.

"I'm having none of that," Jaskier hoarsed, having released Eskel's cock with a loud pop, and already climbing into Eskel's lap. Gods, how beautiful did he look - his hair all tousled, eyes watery and those sinful lips already red and swollen. "Let me ride you."

*****

Jaskier really loved and enjoyed their tender, slow love making, that could take up all evening or half the night. But sometimes - and today was the day - something darker and greedy overshadowed Eskel's usual softness and selflessness. There was only raw need, pure desire, and a lot of bossing Jaskier around. And Jaskier loved every moment of this.

Jaskier didn't even get to straddle Eskel's lap properly and he was already being grabbed hard by his hips, turned onto his back and pressed into the mattress, with Eskel's broad body looming over him. The deep desire showing in Eskel's dark eyes was almost palpable between them.

"Jaskier," Eskel murmured before parting his husband's thighs unceremoniously and kneeling between them.

"C'mon," Jaskier urged him on, canting his hips up, looking at Eskel with half-lidded eyes. He wanted Eskel just as much as his husband wanted him.

Eskel traced his fingers across Jaskier's chest, carding through his thick, dark hair covering his pecs, then caressed his neck, and finally put two digits on Jaskier's lower lip. He pressed down a little, looking down at Jaskier, an unspoken question on his face. Jaskier knew that game so well and saw that despite all the urgency and pent up desire, Eskel wanted to get the most out of their first love making in two months. Although he himself was hanging by the thread, his mind focused only on finally getting impaled on that thick pierced cock, he decided to give Eskel what he wanted, to make this one count.

With a broken moan, Jaskier parted his lips just so, silently allowing Eskel to push his fingers in, his eyes flickering to the four letters tattooed on Eskel's knuckles. JASK.

Jaskier had scoffed and said that the tattoo was too pretentious when Eskel surprised him with it for their three years anniversary, but now he's learned to love it. Eskel was showing boldly who he belonged to, and that he and Jaskier were a match forever. And now, with the tattooed letters almost disappearing in Jaskier's mouth, it all felt strangely in place.

Jaskier sucked at his husband's fingers, making sure the moans and whines that left his mouth only turned him on more. Eskel's eyes were fixed on Jaskier's lips, his chest heaving with the quick breaths that were filled with pure want. He quickly moved his other hand south, deliberately not touching Jaskier's weeping cock, his fingers finding their way to Jaskier's hole to finally spread him open.

Jaskier huffed a laugh around Eskel's fingers, arching a brow with satisfaction, as Eskel raised his head in wonderment. With a lewd, slick sound, Eskel pulled out the plug Jaskier has been wearing for a few hours now.

"You're nasty," Eskel coarsed, throwing the toy to the side and leaving another greedy, hasty kiss on Jaskier's lips.

"I won't wait any minute longer for you, darling," Jaskier said, canting his hips. "Just fuck me already."

"Fuck, Jaskier." Eskel launched at him, kissing him with uncontrollable passion, his hot tongue exploring Jaskier's mouth, his teeth grazing Jaskier's lips painfully, while his strong hands pressed Jaskier's hips into the mattress. "I love you so fucking much."

"You better fuck me as hard as you love me," Jaskier panted against his husband's lips, rolling his hips, his ass brushing against Eskel's cock, need and hurry thrumming under his skin.

And so Eskel did.

His big, warm hands spread Jaskier's thighs even wider and Jaskier gasped with want. Eskel scooted closer and aligned his dick with Jaskier's fluttering hole, the pierced head pressing just a little against it.

"Fuck. Me." With the urge to finally feel the thickness of Eskel's cock, Jaskier moved down, impaling himself on the throbbing length, desperate not to waste any more time.

Eskel entered him in a smooth, steady motion, spearing him open, making Jaskier moan and gasp at the sensation. He held Jaskier firmly by the hips, making him unable to move while he bottomed out.

Oh gods. Melitele. All the deities above and below.

This felt so much better than what Jaskier had expected. The heavy ring piercing felt cold at first, but when Eskel started moving, it grazed Jaskier's sweet spot repeatedly and made him see stars. The barbells on the underside of Eskel's cock rubbed Jaskier's walls in the most unexpected ways and all Jaskier could do was hold onto Eskel's arms and let out muffled groans and sighs of pleasure.

The feeling of being full with Eskel's cock was so familiar and yet so different. All the bumps and ridges of his piercings felt like a new, fancy sex toy, but at the same time it all felt so incredibly like Eskel. Jaskier's head was spinning and he tightened his grip on Eskel's shoulders.

"Feels good?" Eskel asked, voice low and strained, as he pressed their foreheads together. The beads of sweat on his face, his darkened eyes, the mussed up hair made him look like an ancient warrior or a freaking fertility god and Jaskier bit his lip at the sudden wave of desire that traveled through his body.

Jaskier nodded eagerly and pulled Eskel into a heated kiss. "So fucking good."

"Yeah," was all Eskel managed before driving hard and fast into him.

Jaskier panted and moaned as Eskel started fucking him in earnest, the piercings hitting all the right places inside him constantly, not giving him a break to breathe, to think.

His moans quickly turned into whines and he grabbed onto Eskel's shoulders tighter, his fingernails digging deep into his husband's flesh. His aching cock, trapped between their sweaty bodies, was leaking precome onto Jaskier's stomach, but he couldn't care less. Everything Eskel was doing to him, giving him, felt too good already.

"Turn around for me?" Eskel asked, the desire in his voice making his words thick like syrup.

Jaskier didn't need to be asked twice - he turned onto his stomach, canting his ass up immediately. A shiver traveled up his spine at the feeling of Eskel spreading his cheeks and giving his heated hole a few licks.

"Fucking hell, Jask," Eskel's voice was raspy, filled with need and desire, but deep, deep underneath there was also affection.

With his strong hands still spreading Jaskier open, Eskel moved up his husband's back, kissing up his spine. His hot breath on Jaskier's nape, his sweet lips kissing and sucking on his neck and shoulders caused Jaskier to whine and gasp and push his hips back at their own volition. He needed Eskel inside, now.

With one hand gripping Jaskier's asscheek tightly, Eskel entered him, but pressed only the tip in. The piercings rubbed Jaskier's walls in a whole different way and Jaskier let out a whine that was pure pleasure.

Eskel pulled out and pressed just the tip back in again, leaning over Jaskier's ear. "Ready?"

"Darling, I was fucking born ready!" Jaskier panted, titling his head to steal a kiss from Eskel's lips.

Holding Jaskier's hips in a steel grip, Eskel slid in again, causing Jaskier to gasp when he bottomed out. He quickly reached a fast and steady pace and Jaskier tangled his fists in the bedsheets, steadying himself, ready to welcome all the pleasure Eskel was determined to give him.

Jaskier moaned and thrashed, moving his hips fast to meet Eskel's thrusts halfway. Eskel was filling him up perfectly, the piercings rubbing against his walls just right, making Jaskier's head spin. All the pent up need and desire made Jaskier want to come, to spill right this instant, but at the same time he didn't want the pleasure to end.

"Fuck, Jaskier," Eskel panted hotly against his neck, his hands moving up and smoothing along Jaskier's sides, chest and back. He still kept up the unforgiving pace, leaving Jaskier breathless and unable to speak. "I love you so much."

"Mmhmm," Jaskier replied, feeling the heat of the upcoming orgasm already coiling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't even have to touch himself, all the pleasure Eskel was giving him was already too much - his broad hands on Jaskier's hips, his breath hot in Jaskier's ear, and that thick pierced dick pounding him into oblivion. "I'm... I'm..."

"I know," Eskel rumbled into his ear. "Me too."

The grip on Jaskier's hips tightened again as Eskel snapped his hips a few last times, reaching the peak of his pleasure, pressing his sweaty, heaving chest to Jaskier's back as he came. Jaskier followed shortly after, spilling all over their bedsheets, throwing his head back with a broken whine.

Eskel rolled over on his back, panting heavily. "Come here," he murmured, pulling Jaskier closer. Even though he was damp with sweat, his hair all disheveled, he has never looked more beautiful to Jaskier.

"That was. Incredible," Jaskier said, letting out a content sigh, wriggling a little to nestle under Eskel's arm, pressing his cheek to his husband's tattooed chest. "But, please, no more dick piercings. No more forced abstinence."

Eskel huffed a laugh, placing a kiss on Jaskier's forehead. "You managed it surprisingly well. I'm sure you could do it again when needed."

*****

After a short regeneration nap, Eskel kissed Jaskier goodbye and left for work.

Jaskier hovered around the house, cleaned a little, prepared Eskel's favourite food for dinner, watched a rerun of his favourite baking show...

But one thought didn't leave his mind the whole day. How incredible, totally otherworldly, and absolutely fucking perfect it felt when Eskel fucked him with that pierced cock. He was genuinely surprised a small "cosmetic" change like that would bring such a huge difference. None of the ribbed, fancy vibrators and dildos they had in their sex toy drawer could compare to this.

Jaskier genuinely wished Eskel could experience something like this at least once in his life. He gave Jaskier so much love and pleasure, he deserved it in return too.

After turning his phone mindlessly in his hands for a few moments, staring at the wall deep in thought while the show's end credits were rolling on the TV, Jaskier dialed the piercing studio's phone number.

"Ah, fuck it, you only live once."

[shipskicksandgiggles]

i wish u would write a fic where rhodes is

thanks lov u mwah

me, wasn't going to write a halloween fic:

io: sends this ask

me: "damn it hold on"

it's still halloween in his timezone we made it!

Read Bee my Baby here on ao3

~~~

“But Honeybear-”

“No, Tony.”

Tony pouted. “Please? For me?”

Rhodey stared at the outfit in Tony’s hands. “Why?”

“Because I’ll look stupid if I go alone, duh. Without you, I’m just a tiger.”

“Then just go as a tiger,” Rhodey brushed him off. “Don’t pull me into your shenanigans.”

“You love my shenanigans,” Tony said, placing the bundle of clothes in his hands. “Please? I’ll owe you one.”

He gave up and accepted his fate. “Damnit. Alright, but you’re not allowed to peek.”

“Fine by me,” Tony shrugged. “I have to finish my makeup anyways. The bathroom is mine until I say you can use it.”

“Where am I supposed to change?”

“Figure it out!” Tony slammed the door behind him, and Rhodey sighed.

Becoming friends with Tony Stark had clearly been a mistake. He only briefly hesitated before closing the blinds and changing quickly. Thankfully it wasn’t a complicated costume, but he wasn’t too worried about Tony seeing him before he was dressed. The man could take forever getting ready for events.

When Tony finally stepped out of the bathroom, Rhodey was checking his reflection in the mirror behind the door. He let out a low whistle. “Aren’t you the sweetest bear in the Hundred Acre Wood?”

He had to admit, he and Tony would look good together. “I like your stripes.”

Tony bared his teeth at him and growled lightly. If only he could be menacing. His Tigger was downright adorable.

“You need the nose,” Tony decided.

“I really don’t.”

“You do,” he insisted. “Sit down, it’ll only take a couple minutes.”

Rhodey did as he was told and closed his eyes when Tony asked him to. He felt a brush against his jaw. “I don’t think that’s where the nose is.”

“Shush, don’t you trust me?” He worked in silence for a few seconds before drawing away. “Open.”

He opened his eyes and blinked to adjust to the light of the room. “Do I pass muster?”

“See for yourself.” Tony dragged Rhodey back over to the mirror.

Tony had painted a honey jar and a couple bees on his face. “I look stupid.”

“That’s because you don’t have the ears, hold on.” He produced a headband from god knows where. They were adorned with little bear ears, and he slipped them onto Rhodey’s head.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

He didn’t, but it needed to be said. Rhodey didn’t want to admit it, but he looked really good. “This feels like an excuse for you to get me in a crop top.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” Tony deflected.

The red shirt ended about halfway down his torso, and the yellow pants weren’t high waisted enough to cover any more of the skin he was showing. “Uh huh. Sure.”

“Please, everyone deserves to see you in a crop top. Are you ready to go?”

Rhodey pulled on his shoes and grabbed his wallet and keys. “Why aren’t you wearing a crop top? Surely the general public has seen enough of your skin that you could.”

“Tonight isn’t about me. It’s about you getting that stick out of your ass and having fun for once.”

“I don’t have a stick up my ass.”

The look Tony gave him could have wilted flowers. “You’re right, it’s a log. Seriously, you need to relax or else you’re going to snap. If we leave right now we’ll be fashionably late, so let’s get this show on the road.”

~~~

He lost Tony practically the second they got to the party.

Shocker.

As much as Rhodey felt like using that as an excuse to leave without Tony dragging him back inside, he did need to get out. He’d been really stressed lately. Maybe letting out some of that nervous energy would do him some good.

Within seconds of getting near the dance floor, he got sucked into the throng of people. It was easy to fall into the rhythm when the beat coming from the speakers was shaking the whole room.

People shouted compliments at him from all around, and he had to admit, it felt good. He let the praise fuel his self confidence, which only spurred on the cheering when he started dancing.

Okay, fine, Tony was right.

A girl in a skimpy nurse costume caught his eye, and he smiled politely. She took that as an invitation to come over and dance with him.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi,” he responded. “Can I help you with something?”

“Thought you might want a drink. You’ve been dancing a while, big guy.”

He’d been thinking about that himself, so he let her lead him to the bar.

“I know exactly what you need.” She called the bartender over and leaned over the counter to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said clearly annoyed him if the look he gave Rhodey was any indication. He returned a moment later with something that was an orangish color.

“What’s this?”

“This-” she handed him the drink “-is called the Honey Pot.” She winked, and Rhodey realized what her motives were. He was going to have to figure out how to let her down without pissing her off.

Oh bother.

“Oh?” Rhodey took a sip to be polite, and tactfully hid his grimace at how sweet it was. “I see.” He cleared his throat and set it back down on the bar, and took a deep breath. “Look-”

“Shocked to see Winnie here without his Tigger,” she ignored him and subtly moved closer to him. He immediately backed up so the same distance was between them.

This was going to be easier than he expected. “Actually, he should be around here somewhere.”

“He?” Her voice rose a whole octave, and her tone was tight.

“He actually was just looking for you. Hi Honeybear.”

Tony appeared at his side right on cue.

“Almost thought you bounced on me, Tiger.”

“Alas, I just had to go befriend the bartender so I could make you this.” He held out a drink that was a similar translucency to the one the nurse gave him, just more on the red side.

“Define ‘this’.”

“I call it the Bee Sting. The perfect pollinator for my sweetheart.”

“Dork.”

“You know it. Who’s this?”

Rhodey had completely forgotten about the nurse. “This is…” He realized he never actually got her name.

“Tiffany,” she bit out.

“Tiffany,” he answered.

“Nice to meet you Tiffany,” Tony told her. “Did you come with a doctor? I think I saw one back the way I came if you need me to give you directions.”

“I think I can find my own way, thank you,” she answered stiffly.

They managed to wait until she was a safe distance away to start laughing.

Tony fell into him giggling. “How long did it take you to figure out what she wanted?”

“Too long. I forgot what it was like to have people come up to you and just flirt like that.”

“Maybe I can give you a reminder.” His hands found Rhodey’s hips, and he tugged him closer. “Now about that drink?”

“I am a little thirsty,” he teased, tracing a hand over Tony’s face. “What’ve you got for me, Tiger?”

“Not a fruity cocktail, I’ll tell you that.” Tony made a face. “‘Honey Pot,’ Jesus Christ. Here.”

The drink Tony made him was just a little spicy, a massive improvement from the other one. “I came here to dance with you, and in your expedition to make me this, I feel as if I’ve been neglecting you. Come on, dance with me. Then you can take me home for the after.”

“I know that’s supposed to be sexy, but this makeup is going to take forever to get off. Not that you’re not sexy babe, this is all on me, but there will be a break between this and the afterparty.”

“Damn shame. Guess you’re just gonna have to deal with me lounging around the apartment in a crop top until you’re done.”

Tony groaned. “I regret so much.”

“No you don’t. Come on, I want to see you bounce that tail off on the dance floor. You wanted Winnie the Pooh, now you have to give me Tigger.”

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When I Was Your Man - Fred Weasley

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warning(s): Angst, break up (reader x Fred), sad Fred :(

Summary: 4 years after the war, Fred still regrets the way things ended between him and his long-time girlfriend. He regrets it, even more, when he sees her in someone else's arms. But maybe talking to her might do him good.

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Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down 'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

Y/n’s finger drew random patterns on his chest, her eyes closed and a content smile on her lips as the two slowly woke up. A short kiss and quiet good mornings shared as the light shone from the window. But that was 4 years ago, and now Fred woke up alone. The light that once shone brightly through the window seemed dimmed as he remembered the girl that used to lay with him.

No one understood what happened to the two. Some days Hermione and Ginny would sit in the kitchen quietly talking when Y/n’s name gets brought up. Everyone had a different bond with Y/n. Ginny looked up to her, Y/n bonded with Charlie over drawings, she bonded with George over pranks, Ron loved the little baked treats she made, Bill could always depend on her to look out for the others, and she even got along with Percy!

Even as careful as they are as they reminisce about the times with her, Fred still hears and his heart breaks a little more than the day before as a ghost of a smile appears on his face. The bittersweet memories clouding his head once again.

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flower And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

When he looks back, it’s easy to see that he did take advantage of her. He always thought she would come back even if he pushed her away.

The beginning of the two was the best in his opinion. Flowers and chocolates and dancing in the common room at 2 in the morning. But it all slowly faded away as Fred stopped giving her as much attention. She was one of the few things he and his twin got into arguments over. George could see how much it hurt Y/n when Fred made up yet another excuse and he did not put it lightly when confronting Fred about it multiple times.

Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man

Ginny, Harry, and George finally managed to get Fred to leave the store. Dragging him to a small lounge. The evening was filled with small smiles and light drinking. That is until Fred’s eyes fell on a couple on the dance floor. His smile dropped as his eyes took in the sight of Y/n.

Her head rested on a man’s chest, his hands wrapped protectively around her waist as hers rested around his neck. She lifted her head with a quiet giggle as the man spoke in her ear. Leaning up on her toes to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life Now I never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh And that haunts me every time I close my eyes

It was April 1st, Fred’s birthday. He hadn’t seen Y/n much the whole day and it was starting to annoy him. So when he saw her and his brother hugging in his room, the world just kind of stopped. Fred was yelling at her, she was trying to stick up for herself, and George was yelling at him. She stormed out that day, tears streaming down her face. Fred hated her until his eyes landed on a neatly wrapped gift on his bed, looking at George who simply shook his head and walked out of the room.

“Happy birthday, daddy. Don’t have too much fun, I’ll be there next year to celebrate with you” His heart stopped as he read the note, shaking hands unwrapping the box, and pulling out a framed photo of an ultrasound.

It all just sounds like ooh, ooh, ooh, hoo Mm, too young, too dumb to realize That I should have bought you flowers And held your hand Should have gave you all my hours When I had the chance Take you to every party 'cause all you wanted to do was dance

His favorite memory of Y/n was after a quidditch party. Everyone was tired and hyped, music blasting through the common room and right in the middle of it all was Y/n dancing in Fred's arms. Kissing away his playful pouts and complaints of dancing with small giggles.

Now my baby's dancing But she's dancing with another man

After that day it just seemed like he saw her everywhere. At the store, at restaurants, on the streets, you name it. But the first time he saw his little girl was the day he broke down.

Y/n was at the park, sitting next to the mystery man on a bench overlooking the playground. Fred subtly watched as a little girl, not over 4, ran up to them, lifting herself onto her mother’s lap and giggling. She looked exactly like Y/n. Except for the bright red hair which was neatly put into 2 little buns on the top of her head, that definitely belonged to her father. That day he also saw the shining gold wedding ring on Y/n’s hand. Her hand intertwined with the man’s as the two walked, the little girl skipping not too far in front of them.

Although it hurts I'll be the first to say that I was wrong Oh, I know I'm probably much too late To try and apologize for my mistakes But I just want you to know

“Fred?” A small hesitant voice came from behind him making him freeze. He was at the store, picking up some groceries for George and Angie. He turned, his heartbreaking as his eyes met hers. The e/c in her eyes still as bright as the day he first met her all those years ago. He took her in, eyes softening at the little girl clumsily hiding behind her.

“You look good” His voice rasped, a sad smile appearing. Y/n smiled, moving to hug him. “How’ve you been?”

“Better,” She pulled away, gently pulling the girl to stand in front of her. He knelt down to look at the girl, her eyes peeking up at him. “Her name’s Georgia. Georgia Maeve,” Y/n quietly watched as the two interacted. Georgia warmed up to him almost instantly, giggling and babbling to her birth father.

I hope he buys you flowers I hope he holds your hand Give you all his hours When he has the chance Take you to every party 'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance Do all the things I should have done When I was your man Do all the things I should have done When I was your man

“Y/n? Ready to go?” A man called out, walking to stand by her. “Who’s this?”

“An old friend,” She shared a small smile with Fred before looking at the man and pecking his cheek. “Why don’t you take Gigi to check out for her things and I’ll meet you at the car?” He nodded, holding his hand out to Georgia and walking away.

“You two look good together,” He speaks up, hurting less knowing that she forgave him. “Are you happy?” She nodded.

“Matt treats us both good,” She whispered, a soft look in her eyes. He nodded, smiling as he stepped forward, placing a lingering kiss on her forehead before walking away. He turned around once more, gently calling out to her as he walked. “I love you.”

She smiled, mouthing it back as she walked the opposite way.

Do all the things I should’ve done when I was your man...

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i wonder if you might do a story on river/13 going to a gay bar in space and they meet a bunch of previous companions/friends there too? (definitely jack for sure!) thanks

Okay first off, I love this prompt!! And it’s perfect for Pride month! I may, however, have taken some liberties and gone a bit bigger than a simple gay bar.... anyway :D I set out to write the gayest thing you’ll read all month... I hope I’ve succeeded! Happy Pride!

Invitation With A Kiss

“So what is this place, Doc?“ Graham asked as they made their way to the door of the TARDIS.

“Had an invitation!“ The Doctor retorted with a grin double-checking her psychic paper to make sure she had the right place and time.

“Who from?“ Yaz asked curiously.

“Ah, well, you know…“ The Doctor tried to wave it off but Yaz was quick enough to snatch the psychic paper from her fingers before she could try to hide it.

“Signed with a kiss?“ Yaz gaped and a wide grin spread across her features. Finally something to truly wind their friend up with and Ryan smirked as well:

“You sure you want us to tag along?“

“Oh, shut up, it’s not exactly a private party.“ The Doctor huffed trying to hide the blush that crept onto her cheeks. Quickly, she opened the door before any of her friends could comment and stepped outside.

“Oh wow, I don’t think I have words for this…“ Yaz started laughing as she joined the Doctor. They found themselves at the side of a most colourful parade. There were rainbows EVERYWHERE! Balloons, confetti, flags, people were dancing, hugging, kissing, having the time of their lives. “Please tell me this is…“

“Planet Pride.“ The Doctor grinned and put her hands on her hips as she took in the atmosphere. It was elating. There was a mild breeze that carried music and exotic smells, the sun was blazing down but not unpleasantly and the joy surrounding them was almost palpable. “Think of your 21st century Pride celebrations, multiply it by, I don’t know, a whole galaxy celebrating togetherness and inclusivity, and you get the greatest queer party this side of the universe.“ The Doctor turned to her friends who were still in awe.

“Isn’t this like… the future?“ Yaz finally found her voice and looked to the Doctor who was surprised to find concern in her eyes: “Is there a need for Pride still? Like I would have thought the issue would long be resolved and…“

“Oh it is, don’t worry!“ The Doctor grinned as she understood what she was getting at. “Doesn’t erase the past though. It’s part of the history of humankind… very sad, pointless, stupid part, but history nonetheless. Can’t and shouldn’t erase history, else you can’t learn from past mistakes… But let’s face it, Pride is brilliant. By this point it’s just an excuse to have one hell of a party.“ She pushed her hands into her pockets and they started walking down the street.

“This is brilliant.“ The Fam quickly found themselves accessorised by strangers, flower garlands and all sorts of amusing party hats were being passed out.

“Who’s the invite from, then?“ Ryan asked as they quickly caught up with the Doctor who was looking around the sea of people, clearly searching for someone.

“My wife.“ The Doctor answered knowing full well that there was no way she could keep it from them. She stopped and gnawed her bottom lip as she scanned the crowd. Where was she? Like she stood a chance of finding her amongst all these people…

“Your what now?“ Graham’s face fell and he nearly ran into her.

“Wife.“ The Doctor retorted matter-of-factly looking back to her friends. “We’re here to celebrate Pride, remember?“

“Yes but… you’re married?!“ Yaz exclaimed and carried on teasingly: “Who would agree to that?!“

“Well, we have always wondered that at one point or another…“ A voice sounded behind them and they all whirled around.

“Jack!“ The Fam exclaimed in unison as Captain Jack Harkness saluted with a grin.

“Hello, Doctor.“ He scooped the Doctor up in a tight hug who squeaked as the air was pushed from her lungs. “Fancy seeing you here! Are you ready for a party?“

“Hello Jack.“ She managed as she tried to extricate herself from his arms. “Bit too much to drink already?“ Jack ignored her comment and turned to the Fam, extending his arms.

“Ryan. Yaz. … Graham.“ He winked at Graham who blushed a little. Jack’s flirting was not lost on him or anyone else for that matter. “Missed me?“ He grinned. “Did you come here to see me?“

“While I knew you’d be here, no, not exactly.“ The Doctor retorted, trying to let him down gently.

“Well, that’s just as well.“ Jack huffed, trying not to look too offended. “I’m here with a Doctor of my own anyway. Though I seem to have lost him… and Donna just keeps trying to pass me drink after drink so…“

“You’re here with me? And Donna?“ The Doctor’s eyes widened in shock.

“There’s another version of you here?“ Yaz asked, utterly confused. The Doctor had told them plenty of times about how she had been a different person before and how Time Lords could regenerate their body, but they had never actually seen proof of it.

“And I don’t remember it… timelines crossing…“ The Doctor realised running her hands through her hair nervously. There was potential for disastrous chaos here.

“Doctor?“ A voice called and they all looked around. The girl that had called out wasn’t looking at them though, she was scanning the crowd and turned to another girl whose hand she was holding. “He must be here somewhere, that’s his TARDIS over there.“ They were searching for the Doctor too.

“Well, I’ve got a Doctor here if you’re looking for one!“ Jack called out without thinking. He didn't know the girls but the look on the Doctor’s face revealed that she did. She was simply too stunned to respond just yet. The girls looked at Jack who waved with a wide grin. “I think you mean to say: Her TARDIS. Times change!“

“Bill…“ The Doctor finally found her voice again as she stared at her long lost friend. There she was. Brilliant, beautiful Bill Potts. Cyberman no longer, holding on to her girlfriend’s hand and shock painted all over her face as the realisation hit her.

“Oh my GOD!“ Bill exclaimed, frozen to the spot.

“And Heather.“ The Doctor was beginning to grin now and hurried over.

“You have to be joking!“ Bill was still in shock, she shook her head to herself as the Doctor came to a halt in front of her with the Fam and Jack following close behind.

“Hello Bill!“ The Doctor smirked, amused by how her brain was reeling. “What? Not even a hug?“ She chuckled as Bill was finally pulled from her stupor.

“I really don't think I should hug you…“ Bill found her voice at last as she looked her up and down. “Cause you’re like… dead hot right now…“ She glanced at Heather who just laughed. “But also, you’re my weird space grandpa! So come here!“ She pulled the Doctor in a tight hug laughing.

“Fam, this is my friend Bill and her girlfriend Heather.“ The Doctor introduced them all.

“Lovely to meet you.“ Heather smiled. “I have a feeling you will be seeing quite a few familiar faces.“ She told the Doctor with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, it’ll get complicated when you run into yourself…“ Bill grinned, amused at the very prospect of it.

“He’s here, too?“ The Doctor’s face fell. Things were bound to get even more complicated with two of her former regenerations around!

“Well yeah, we were looking for him, lost him somewhere along the way…“ Bill explained. “Oh God…“

“What?“ The Doctor frowned, alarmed at the dread in her friend’s voice.

“Quickly, hide!“ She pulled the Doctor and Heather behind a make-shift beach bar that served all sorts of colourful cocktails. The other’s mirrored their actions. While they didn’t know what was going on, it seemed like the right course of action.

“Bill, what…“ The Doctor started to protest but forgot where she was going with it when her eyes fell on two very familiar people, making their way towards the bar.

“I really don’t know why you insisted on coming here.“ Missy gave a huff as they came within earshot.

“Why not? It’s fun.“ Clara retorted, amused at the displeasure on the Time Lady’s face.

“I don’t see what’s so exciting about drawing rainbows on your face and parading around the street.“ Missy rather stood out in her almost completely black outfit.

“Humour me.“ Clara retorted, who - in her colourful waitress uniform - looked the complete opposite. “I’ll make it worth your while.“ She looped her arm around Missy’s.

“You better.“ Missy pursed her lips, looking to the girl at her side, then continued to scan the crowd.

“If you didn’t want to come, why did you?“ Clara asked and scoffed as Missy paid her little attention and kept looking around: “You’re hoping the Doctor will be here, aren’t you. And here I was thinking you actually wanted to spend time with me.“

“Doctor, who are they?“ Yaz whispered to the Doctor, struggling to follow what was going on. Those two women clearly knew her and the Doctor seemed to know them too as all colour had drained from her face.

“Doctor, what do you want to do?“ Bill whispered to her but she didn’t respond, she was transfixed.

“Don’t get me wrong, Clara, dear, I enjoy a booty call as much as the next Time Lady.“ Missy smirked, looking back to Clara. “Particularly one where my sweet little plaything is intoxicated on sweet drinks and self righteousness but if I just happen to run into the Doctor and get the opportunity to kill him, that would be a two birds one stone kind of scenario. Particularly if I get to mortally embarrass him by putting you in a rather compromising position first.“ Missy ran her fingertips along Clara’s jaw, pushing her head up a little.

“Right, that’s it!“ The Doctor exclaimed. “Clara!“ She called, marching out of their hiding place.

“Huh?“ Clara and Missy looked around confused, annoyed at the moment being so rudely interrupted.

“Oh God…“ Bill groaned and they all rushed after the Doctor.

“Sorry dear, this is a private conversation, pick a number and I’ll get to you in a sec.“ Missy gave a dismissive wave of her hand, refocusing her attention on Clara but the Doctor wouldn’t have it.

“Missy, get your hands off her right now!“ The Doctor threatened.

“Who’s this, Doctor?“ Yaz asked, hoping for an explanation.

“Doctor?“ Missy raised her eyebrows, her lips pulling into a smirk.

“Doctor?“ Clara echoed, surprised, excited and embarrassed in equal measures.

“What are you doing with her??“ The Doctor demanded to know off Clara as she wildly gestured at her nemesis.

“My my my, isn’t this some sight. Finally had the upgrade as well?“ Missy ignored the comment as she regarded her childhood friend’s new body. She snaked her arm around Clara and pulled her close to her side.

“Missy!“ The Doctor growled. “Get away from her!“

“Why?“ Missy feigned innocence and hurt. “She asked me here? She wants me here. You could even say she wants me .“ She gave a triumphant smirk and the Doctor flushed scarlet with embarrassment and anger.

“Clara, is that…“

“Uhhh…“ Clara blushed even more deeply than the Doctor herself.

“Does anyone else feel like they're slightly out of the loop?“ Ryan piped up, trying to make sense of the situation in front of them. For whatever reason, the Doctor was interrupting what looked like a perfectly consensual, happy date…

“This is the Master.“ The Doctor spat angrily. “Earlier version… don’t let the lipstick fool you, just as deadly.“

“Lipstick makes for a wonderful weapon, particularly in the right hands. Just ask your lovely wife.“ Missy retorted with a smile. “Where is she, by the way? You’re not here single , are you?“ She tightened the grip on Clara for emphasis.

“Missy!“ Clara slapped the Time Lady’s shoulder. “Come on, we’re all here to have some fun, can’t we just do that.“

“I can have fun with you anywhere I like.“ Missy smirked, moving her hand lower to the hem of her skirt, just enough to make the Doctor nearly lose it. “Fine. Alright.“ She let go of her. “Be a good little puppy now and fetch me a drink then.“ She smirked at the Doctor who balled her hands to tight fits, looking like she was about to burst. Missy laying her hands on one of her friends like that was just too much.

“Anyone else for a cocktail?“ Clara turned back to the group, hoping to move to conversation along to where she wouldn’t be mortally embarrassed in front of her best friend.

“I’ll help you carry.“ Heather volunteered quickly following Clara to the bar.

“So the Master used to be a woman?“ Graham exclaimed at last, when the situation seemed to have defused a little.

“Spoilers.“ Missy tutted at him.

“This is going to get very complicated with everyone here.“ The Doctor had to agree. “You can’t reveal anything about anyone’s future or we could be ripping space and time apart.“

“Yes, this is quite the explosive combination.“ Missy had to concede as she regarded the Doctor’s entourage. “Which begs the question, Doctor, what brings you here? Other than the rainbow candy floss?“

“River invited me.“ The Doctor shot back, almost too quickly, as if to make the point that Missy didn’t have one over in her.

“Well, she’s here somewhere…“ Missy smirked, delighting in the fact that she knew something the Doctor didn’t. “Busy though, really busy…“

“Busy?“ The Doctor frowned. She didn’t like the way Missy was saying that but she couldn’t help her hearts somersaulting just a little bit at the confirmation that her wife was here somewhere. She would get to see her again. It had been such a long time.

“Your bride dances at numerous weddings, as usual.“ Missy hummed just as Clara and Heather returned with colourful cocktails. “Thank you dear.“ She took a bright red drink that was unsettlingly reminiscent of blood and took the opportunity to press a firm kiss to Clara’s lips. “Oh I should start doing this to all your companions, the look on your face!“ Missy laughed at the Doctor’s expression. She looked like she was about to throw a punch. “Or, you know, your wife… now that would be fun.“

“Watch it!“ The Doctor growled threateningly.

“Wherever is Professor Song?“ Missy hummed in a sing-song voice and sip her drink in delight.  

“Clara!“ Everyone looked around as two female voices chanted in unison.

“Oh hello!“ Clara recognised Vastra and Jenny immediately as they were heading straight towards them.

“More old friends?“ Ryan asked and the Doctor’s face brightened. It was hard to worry about the timeline when it was so nice to see so many of her friends.

“Vastra! Jenny!“ She grinned at them in greeting and while Jenny frowned, confused, her wife’s superior senses helped her recognise her immediately.

“Doctor!“ The lizard woman looked at her in shock. “Now that makes a change.“ She looked her up and down, surprised, but not unpleasantly. Jenny must have noticed the look on her face as she gave Vastra’s arm a playful slap.

“Oi! Married!“ She reminded her. “Hello Doctor.“ She carried on cheerfully and gave a wave to everyone else, who, with the exception of Clara, they didn’t know yet.

“It’s getting rather crowded, isn’t it.“ Missy pursed her lips shooting Clara a glance with the intention of getting out of there soon but her companion was more concerned with meeting the Doctor’s other friends, past and present. “Oi!“ She shot Jack a glare who was just putting his arm around Clara all too familiarly.

“Sorry, dear.“ Vastra gave her wife an appeasing smile and turned back to the Doctor. “We didn’t expect to see you, Doctor. At least not like this.“

“Don’t tell me.“ The Doctor groaned, sensing where this was going.

“We didn’t mean to interrupt, we just thought, when we saw Miss Oswald, perhaps she’d know where the Doctor was, a younger one, that is. Suspenders too, but bow tie…“ Vastra explained apologetically. They had lost the Doctor they had arrived with quite a while ago.

“Is that who you’re here with?“ The Doctor asked, wincing at the prospect of yet another version of hers running around this place.

“Following an invitation from your wife, as I understand it. He didn’t want to go alone.“ Jenny added.

“Where is he now?“ The Doctor asked, sensing where all this was going.

“That is a very good question.“ Vastra agreed and they all looked around, everyone scanning the crowd for their particular Doctors.

“I already have a very bad feeling about this…“ The Doctor sighed.

“Are you sure you want to find your wife?“ Missy snickered, highly amused.

“I would if I knew how.“ The Doctor huffed, as a cheerful voice carried over from the other side of the cocktail bar:

“That River Song really is something, isn’t she.“ Everyone looked around and saw a blonde pulling herself onto a bar stool, setting down a nearly empty glass.

“Don’t say it like that.“ A second woman, brunette with shoulder length hair, huffed as she climbed onto a stool beside her. The Doctor looked around to her friends, none of whom recognised the two women, with the exception of herself and Missy who pursed her lips with intrigue. Now there were two people she hadn't seen in quite some time.

“Like what?“ Helen laughed, twirling the straw of her drink between her fingers.

“Like you admire the woman…“ Liv answered, clearly not enjoying the conversation.

“You’re just jealous.“ Helen retorted playfully.

“Jealous? Of what? Don’t be ridiculous.“ Liv shot back a little too quickly.

“Then stop sulking!“ Helen grinned. “The Doctor is having fun, leave him to it. And let’s have some fun too! These cocktails are really good…“ She waved at the bar keep for another.

“And really strong, you sure you want another one.“ Liv couldn’t help but point out.

“Most definitely.“ Helen nodded full of enthusiasm and nearly fell off her stool. Perhaps she had had a little bit too much after all. Liv was quick to hold her up. “Thank you Liv, you’re the best you know that?“ Helen smiled happily and reached out to stroke her friend’s cheek.

“I try.“ Liv replied, blushing at the gesture and her friend pulled her forward into a tight hug.

“No really, you are…“ Helen held her tightly, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and Liv didn’t know what to do with her hands. She nearly fell off her stool herself but she didn’t want to pull back either, so she wrapped her arms around Helen’s shoulders, glad she wouldn’t be able to see her blush. Helen was completely oblivious to her discomfort, she just carried on mumbling: “You’re so kind and clever and brave and… so pretty…“

“I think you’ve had enough to drink…“ Liv pulled away, momentarily worried for her friend’s state but Helen wouldn’t let her go. Instead she grabbed Liv’s head and kissed her.

“I had money on that, you know.“ Missy smirked as the Doctor just watched, delighted and confused in equal measures. How had she never picked up on this when they were travelling together?

“Oh God…“ Helen pulled away when she realised what she was doing. But only after thoroughly snogging her best friend’s face off. She blushed deeply, her intoxication seemingly gone in an instant as sobering reality hit her. Liv blinked overwhelmed still, her heart nearly jumping out of her chest. “Sorry, I was just… getting carried away and…“ Helen stammered, letting go of her but this time it was Liv that wouldn’t let go.

“You can do it again… you know in the spirit of… or just because you want to…“ Liv bit her bottom lip nervously.

“I don’t know why I did that…“ Helen carried on stuttering until Liv’s words sunk in: “What?“

“Oh Helen… my beautiful, clueless friend…“ Liv shook her head and laughed.

“Sorry, I have no idea what I’m doing.“ Helen admitted, blushing scarlet.

“I do.“ Liv assured her more confidently and leaned in to kiss her again when Helen stopped her.

“Liv…“

“What?“ Liv’s heart sank, wondering if Helen had thought better of it but she realised her friend was stopped for another reason. She was looking past her and Liv noticed they had an audience.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account.“ Missy gave a wave of her hand when she realised she had been spotted. Of course, she was the only one Helen Sinclair and Liv Chenka would recognise. “Wasn’t sure where we were, timelines and all!“

“You again!“ Helen exclaimed and Missy sighed. Why were the Doctor’s friends always so stuck up on the past? So what if she had kidnapped and nearly killed her?

“I was hoping we would bump into you again, now I can finally…“ Liv was about to go for Missy but the Doctor quickly intervened.

“No, no, no, none of that!“ She held Liv back and Missy chuckled.

“Come on, Doctor, if Miss Chenka wasn’t to play, that can be arranged.“ Her eyes flashed dangerously.

“Missy! Timelines!“ The Doctor scolded. The time lines were already all messed up, without anyone losing their life before their time. Missy gave a shrug.

“Doctor?“ Liv echoed, looking at the blonde in front of her bewildered. She took a step back, accepting that maybe violence was not the right course of action right now.

“While I’m sure the Doctor is elated to see you two finally stopped doing that silly little I don’t know how she’s feeling about me - but what if she doesn’t like me - but she’s from the past - but she’s from the future - I can’t ruin our friendship dance of yours, she’d rather like to know where her wife is and you seem to know.“ Missy sighed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

“The Doctor?“ Helen repeated incredulously.

“Wow…“ Was all Liv could manage staring at the blonde and Helen, gripped by a wave of jealousy, hit her arm:

“Liv!“

“Not to interrupt the happy reunion or whatever but I think your search is over, Doctor.“ Jack announced and everyone looked around to where he was pointing.

“She didn’t just invite you, did she…“ Missy chuckled as they watched River push through the crowd accompanied by no less than thirteen Doctors, all of them competing for her attention and affection.

“She invited all of us, didn’t she…“ The Doctor sighed, realising that the same message she had received would have popped up on every other Doctor’s psychic paper as well.

“Go on then, Doctor.“ Jack put his arm around her slender shoulders and pulled her along. “Because if you don’t go over there, I might.“ He smirked. “Professor Song!“ He called before the Doctor could protest. River looked over to them, grinning, as she recognised Jack.

“Captain.“ She smirked flirtily as she sauntered over, while the other Doctors shot Jack annoyed glances.

“Think this is who you were looking for.“ Jack gave the Doctor a shove forward and decided that for once, he should be the wing man instead of going for the prize himself.

“Hello River.“ The Doctor managed a half smile and her feelings were incredibly conflicting. She was thrilled to see her wife; who looked beautiful in a flowing dress with the sun dancing in her curls. She was jealous that the other Doctor’s got there before her. And most importantly, she was annoyed: How could she have been so irresponsible?! All of space and time could rip apart if they put a foot wrong!

“My my my, now that makes a change.“ River smirked as she only took a moment to realise who she was. She stepped closer, looking her up and down far more obviously would have been necessary. The Doctor blushed and decided to go on the offensive to get herself out of the awkward situation:

“You know you will have to make them forget!“ She pointed to all her other selves. “This could end so badly!“

“Timelines will do that. Relax, Sweetie. None of you will remember a thing after crossing your own time stream. I can’t believe I’ve had to have this conversation fourteen times.“ River sighed but the expression on her face indicated that she had no problem repeating herself with her spouses. “Now, less sulking, how about a kiss for your old wife, hm?“ She smirked, grabbed the Doctor by the collar of her coat. She pulled her in for a kiss that quickly muted any sort of protest.

Just then, a confetti cannon went off, dousing the group in a rainbow of colours.

“Sorry, couldn’t help it.“ Missy grinned as the Doctor’s friends shot her accusing glances and she hid her sonic umbrella behind her back. “Anyway, I wonder if there are more versions of me about…“

The Doctor didn’t even notice. She was too occupied kissing her wife to the chorus of jealous calls from several of her past selves. She had missed her so much .

[tinyboxxtink]

“God I love Weddings!”

Another entry for @storiesofsvu bingo!

I’m hoping “hooking up at a wedding” counts as “Wedding Date”....I mean, what’s more of a date than that? 😉

Warning: Smut. Duh. ☺️

You were a bridesmaid at Chloe, your closest girlfriends' wedding. You didn't know a lot about her husband, just that he was a fancy lawyer. But when you and your friends walked into the groom's room to meet the groomsmen, you were shocked to see just how good looking his friends were. One in particular. His brown hair was slicked back, gorgeous green eyes, and he was definitely working the groomsmen suits better than the other two duds. 

"Dibs" you whispered to your friends.

"Which one?" Chloe leaned in, having heard you.

'That one" you pointed to the man.

"Ah good choice," she smiled at you. Then in a very LOUD voice she announced to the best man.

"Hey Brad, Y/N calls dibs on Rafael!!!"

"Oh my god what is WRONG with you?!" You hissed, grabbing her arm as the rest of the bridal party giggled and taunted you. 

Rafael immediately turned and looked straight at you, his eyes brightened and a panty dropping smile crawled across his lips. He walked over to your group, eyeing you up and down.

"So is that how this works? You ladies just decide which one of us you 'want', like picking lobsters at a restaurant?" 

"Like you and your buddies weren't over there doing the same damn thing," you raised an eyebrow, making him laugh in amusement. 

"I like you," he extended his hand, "Rafael Barba,". 

"Y/N" you took his hand and gently shook it, trying not to swoon right there. 

"Alright ladies and gents, I will see you at the altar!" Chloe waved and walked out of the room, leaving you and your friends to get acquainted with your escorts.

"So, how do you know the groom?" You hated making small talk. 

"We went to law school together," He shrugged.

"Oh so you're a lawyer too?"

“...I’m the ADA,”  He looked at you with a dumbfounded stare, clearly shocked you didn’t know who he was.

“...Am I supposed to know what that is?” You looked back in confusion.

“The Assistant District Attorney,” 

“...Oh so you’re ‘big shot’  lawyer,” You smirked. 

“Something like that,” He smirked back. “And you?” 

“Oh Chloe and I grew up together,” 

“Oh, another Upper East Side princess? Lovely,” He rolled his eyes. 

“Excuse you?” You crossed your arms. “I also have a master’s from NYU, Mr. Business,” 

“In what, fashion marketing?” He gave you a tongued smile. He liked to push buttons; you were kind of loving it.

“No, in makeup chemistry,” You flipped your hair, drawing a hearty laugh from Rafael. “In journalism,” You added, making sure he knew you were kidding. 

“Nice, so a smart princess,” 

“Well I’m not gonna waste time waiting on a prince,” 

“Good,” He smirked. 

Before you could say anything else, the wedding coordinator was calling for all the “couples” to line up, ready to enter the chapel. 

“Shall we?” He presented his arm to you. 

“We shall,” You wrapped your own arm around him with a smile. 

You walked down the aisle arm in arm, and continued to stare at each other throughout the entire ceremony. You tried desperately to focus on Chloe, but Rafael’s smolder was too hard to resist. 

As the music played and the bride and groom skipped down the aisle in marital bliss, Rafael took your arm once again.

“Nice job keeping your eyes on your ‘best friend’,” He teased.

“Yeah I could say the same thing!” You teased back, nudging him with your elbow.

“I couldn’t help it, your cha chas are hanging out,” He half laughed, making you hit him harder. 

“They are NOT!” You hissed, self consciously pulling up your dress. You couldn’t help it if your boobs were not really made to be encased in clothes. 

“Oh ok, yeah they’re ‘not’,” He replied sarcastically. 

“You know what, I’m done with you,” You started to walk away from him, but he caught your hand.

“No you’re not,” He whispered, pulling you into a coat closet. 

“What the-- What are you doing?!” You squealed, the door closing behind you. You were now practically on top of Rafael, his arms were around your waist, your arms instinctively went around his neck as you practically tripped on your way inside the closet. 

“I thought we both felt a spark,” He grinned in the dimly lit closet. “And I’m never wrong,” 

“Really?” You scoffed.

“Tell me I’m wrong and you can walk right out of here hermosa,” He caressed your cheek. You stared at him for a moment, his green eyes were full of lust. His smile was intoxicating. Yeah, you definitely felt SOMETHING.

“....Alright stud you’ve got fifteen minutes, we have to be there when they cut the cake.” You agreed.

“Deal,” He grabbed you in a hungry, passionate kiss; his hands pulled down the up do you had your hair in, tossing the flowered hair clip aside. 

“Hey! I needed that--” You started to complain, but Rafael’s hand up your dress left you speechless. 

“I think you needed that more, carino,” He chuckled, running his digits in and out of you. 

“Fuck yes,” you gasped, fondling with his belt. You unzipped his pants to reveal a rather large erection sticking out of it. 

“Thank you God,” You mouthed to the sky. 

“Alright now, no screaming carino, we’re in a church,” He chuckled huskily, lifting your dress above your thighs and plunging straight into you.

You did your best not to moan as you slammed against the door, Rafael pumping in and out of you fiercely. As an alternative, you kept your mouth busy by gnawing on Rafael’s neck, causing his own stifled moans of pleasure. He pulled your dress down off your chest, so your very large “cha chas” were front and center. 

“Oh I see, are these the ‘sparks’ you felt, counselor?” You did your best to sound snarky, but the pleasure was too much. 

“Indeed, princess,” He growled, grabbing one of them in his mouth and sucking hard on your nipples. You wanted to moan so loud, and now his neck was out of reach. You felt it rising out of your throat, but before you could scream a hand flew over your mouth.

Thank God Rafael had made note of your pleasure faces, it was just in time for you to finish in a muffled scream of ecstasy, followed quickly by Rafael’s own shaking and final moaning. He slowly let you out of his grasp, as you fell against the door of the closet.

“Look at that, we’ve still got 10 whole minutes,” He laughed breathlessly. 

“Good, I have to go wash your baby gravy off of my legs, ya perv,” You shook your head and grabbed one of the nearby coats to wipe the warm trail of cum trailing down your legs. 

“Oh my god,” Rafael looked on in disgust.

“Don’t look at me like that, you did it!” You hit him while you wiped it off and haphazardly tossed the coat into the very back of the closet. Maybe it was a lost and found jacket. 

“Alright alright, check if the coast is clear princess,” He rolled his eyes. You cracked the closet door open a tad, making sure the guests had all exited the chapel. To your relief, the hallway was empty. You threw open the door and walked out, Rafael on your heels. You leaned down and picked up the flowered clip, gesturing to your hair.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in there,” You nodded at him, indicating you were off to fix the damage. 

“I guess you shall,” He winked, giving you one last quick kiss. 

As he walked away, you couldn’t help but giggle with giddiness. 

“God I love weddings,” You smiled to yourself as you headed into the ladies room.

[jaskiersvalley]

Ur wolficorn fic sent me into a catatonic laughing fit I straight up couldn't breath for almost 2 min thank u

I'm so pleased the Wolficorn fic had you laughing so much. It was definitely one written in a spur of the moment idiocy XD While I don't have anything quite so silly to offer today, how about some idiot shenanigans of less outlandishness?

Sharing Is Caring

There was something unique to Wolf Witchers that nobody outside of their school knew about. their mages had been experimenting with not just the body but the mind too. Knowledge was essential to being a successful Witcher and little did anyone know but the mages were highly competitive, wanting their school to be the best. The Wolf mages had secretly perfected a formula. They called it Moss because it spreads and links minds so they can share knowledge without issues.

It's all well and good, Lambert, Geralt, Eskel, and Vesemir get together each winter and spend nights linked, sharing stories from the path, helping figure out whether harpies have a blind spot they could exploit to make contracts a little easier. However, the year Jaskier, Cahir and Aiden were with them, and Aiden can smell the unusual potion on Lambert, the ruse was up. They all wanted in on what sounded like quite a lot of fun.

"It requires a lot of control, adepts learn it together while they're still young," Vesemir grumbled, reluctant to share.

"Well, I'm a Witcher, I have control," Aiden shot back, pulling himself up to his full height and puffing his chest out.

Not to be out done, Jaskier was next to him, looking equally entitled. "I am nothing if not a quick study."

Somewhat slower and a bit more shy but no less determined, Cahir cleared his throat from behind them. "I won't be left out either."

Which was how, outnumbered and threatened with being pestered, sung into madness and soulfully stared at, Vesemir relented. They set the great hall up, pillows for comfort, more than usual because Jaskier demanded it and the vial of Moss was brought out.

"As the strongest in Chaos, Eskel goes first, he'll ground us," Geralt explained. One by one they took a sip and passed the vial on, then got comfortable, lying down and reaching for the person either side so they formed a circle of sorts. Like a gentle wave, something tugged at them, dragging them from the present into something warm and comforting.

The memory surfaced gently, there were pangs of fatigue and aching muscles but muted. The focus was very much on the nest of harpies that had been disturbed. Through Eskel's eyes they could see how he worked, corralling the creatures and approaching from the side. An inner monologue started up.

"I'd noticed that the harpies tended to approach at a 20 degree path from the rockface over the years. And if they swarm, they stay at a 25 degree angle to each other. So I set about testing a theory."

In the memory the harpies shifted as Eskel jumped but did nothing else. When they zeroed in on him again, Eskel moved too.

"I suspected that the harpies have a blind spot in the 20-25 degree range. It is something that is worth exploiting. In a group they will try to guard each other's blind spots but can be used against them, especially with projectiles."

There was a soft clamour in the memory of multiple not quite voices brushing together, a feeling of intrigue and gratitude. Eskel's memory was followed by Geralt's a review of some of the flowers and the regional mutations he had found in them. Lambert brought forth his contract on a werewolf whose stomach had been filled with stolen silver jewellery, probably in the mistaken hope of it preventing the transformation. Though he quickly stopped sharing about what he then did with the found silver, Aiden's memories picked up. There was glee and excitement in there. They had sold some of the silver to get a nice room for the night as well as a bath to share.

The problem was, there was no way to look away from a memory and Aiden seemed to have no shame in sharing the knowledge he'd learned on the Path that year. Namely, he'd discovered a new way to flick his tongue during a blowjob that had Lambert keening, head thrown back and tendons in his neck standing out.

Somewhere in the muted mixture of outrage, humiliation and pride there was one clearer voice.

"Thanks for the tip, I'm so trying that." Which was how focus moved from Aiden to Jaskier. The first thing that hit them all was exhaustion. Aching legs, a creaky knee a back that screamed to be allowed to lie on a flat surface. Instead, Geralt stepped through the doors of the tavern, looking equally drawn and in the memory they could all feel the wide smile Jaskier sent him before looking to the tavern owner. The set Jaskier played was no different to his usual by the looks of it, however this time there was an increasing wave of concern from Geralt as Jaskier struggled at hiding his fatigue and sadness. It wasn't that he didn't like performing but his heart ached that he had to push himself at every opportunity because people didn't take kindly to Geralt. The memory ended when Jaskier trudge upstairs, forcing his chatter and smile until his head hit the pillow and he was out like a light.

There was silence in their joined consciousness, an uneasy shifting from Jaskier at his secret having been spilled until Geralt mentally enveloped him, gratitude and sadness.

"There's a lot that's done out of love," Cahir mused. There had been absolute blankness from him for the whole joining which had been unnerving. It made Lambert and Aiden turn their attention to the void that shrouded him and began poking, pulling and trying to tease something out of him. It was Eskel's warm push that jolted them all into a memory.

"I remember this," Eskel thought. "You said nothing had happened."

That might have been a small lie. Eskel had been out to track down fiend that had been terrorising a king's hunting grounds. He'd said it would take at least three days to track it and kill it before dragging a head back as proof of completion of the contract. While he was gone, Cahir had been permitted to stay at the castle as a guest. With his knowledge of Nilfgaard, he was a valuable asset and many often tried to draw information from him in a variety of ways.

The fiend was taking longer to sort than anticipated, not that Cahir was worried. It was only the fourth day and he'd ride out the next day if there was no sign of Eskel, that was fine. However, he had been invited for an audience with the king in the throne room. What was nice was that the king stood rather than lounge in his throne though that was probably more to do with his sciatica than the desire to treat Cahir as an equal. It did mean though that when a messenger came in, Cahir heard it all.

"My King, there's news that the fiend has struck again. Rumour is that the Witcher has failed, might be injured in the forest."

"How unfortunate," the king had drawled.

"Do we send a rescue party?"

"Why bother? He's just a Witcher?"

The flare of fury and protectiveness was overwhelming and the memory was choked by it, only brought back into focus by the sound of a slap as Cahir delivered a swift, hard backhand, making the king's head snap to the side.

Immediately there was the sound of swords being drawn and guards advanced on Cahir who gave a nonchalant shrug.

"What? He's just a king."

Spluttering, the king waved his guards off and glared at Cahir. "People love me. I matter to them. A Witcher doesn't."

"I don't love you. But I love my Witcher, he matters to me." Cahir glanced at his nails, the perfect image of disinterest even as his stomach was in tight knots. "You're say here, getting fatter each day. Eskel's out there actually protecting your people. So tell me, who matters more? A king who is easily replaced and they're dime a dozen on this Continent? Or a Witcher when no more of them are being made and the only ones who can conquer a fiend when it hunts in the same area you wish to pursue for sport?"

The memory closed off at that, Cahir finally getting control back over himself. He shrank back into his void, a soft murmur of embarrassment echoed in the connection. "You weren't meant to find that out."

Breaking the circle, Eskel pulled himself from the effects of Moss and the others broke out of it too, just in time to see Eskel roll on top of Cahir and kiss him.

"You could have died you idiot."

"So could you." Cahir refused to feel remorse or regret for his actions. "From what I recall, the king paid you handsomely for your efforts when you came back the next day."

The moment was broken by Jaskier clearing his throat, hand in Geralt's and tugging. "If you'll excuse us, we have a new tongue trick to try."

Without a word, Vesemir walked into the kitchen, down into the cellar and got started early on the moonshine.

[amazingmaeve]

The Moment I Knew ↠ Draco Malfoy

━ “I’m done. I’m done with you and everything.”

summary ━ draco malfoy had promised his long time girlfriend he would show up to her birthday party. Y/N knew she shouldn’t have believed him...

warnings ━ angst

a/n ━ made me cry writing this.

Word count ━ 1.7k

You should've been there

Should've burst through the door

With that "Baby, I'm right here" smile

And it would've felt like

A million little shining stars had just aligned

And I would've been so happy

The room where Y/N stood in her birthday dress her mother got her. It was supposed to be a joyous occasion, after all she was now 20. But all Y/N could think about was how Draco wasn’t there.

Y/N imagined him coming through the door with that smile that made her heart flutter. And just him being there would’ve of made Y/N feel on top of the world.

Like he put her first. Y/N would’ve been so happy.

But in reality Y/N stood there with a sad look on her face crossing her arms across her chest. She should be happy in those moment.

Y/N really wanted Draco to show up it was her dream to finally be a priority in his life.

Christmas lights glisten

I've got my eye on the door

Just waiting for you to walk in

But the time is ticking

People ask me how I've been

As I comb back through my memory

How you said you'd be here

You said you'd be here

Y/N takes a seat with a sigh as she keeps a close eye on the door just waiting for him to show up. Hoping to show up.

The lights glisten around her should’ve made Y/N happy since they were her favorite color but nothing could cheer her up. Draco could only do that now if he shows up.

As people talk to Y/N she keeps her eyes on the door just waiting for him to show up. But something in the pit of her stomach told her that wasn’t gonna happen.

The time was getting later and later and Y/N is wondering if he even remembered if it was her birthday. As tears start to brim her eyes someone comes up to distract her.

“So Y/N how have you and Draco been,” Her aunt asks with a smile on her face.

The mention of Draco brings memories flooding back to Y/N. When he promised that he would be at the party a few days ago.

“Okay Draco are you sure you’ll remember,” Y/N asks as she rests her head on his chest drawing circles on his abs.

“Love don’t worry about I’ll be there when have I ever failed you,” Draco chuckles and kisses the top of Y/N’s head.

Y/N frowns almost every date we’ve been on she thinks to herself as Dracos arms envelope around and eventually falls asleep.

Y/N however stays awake doubting that he’ll show up. She tries to get the negative thoughts out of her head.

But they keep crawling back and Dracos forgot about a lot of things recently. Like their anniversary.

“We’ve been great,” Y/N says forcing a smile squeezing her hand around a wine glass anger and sadness coursing through her veins.

He said he would be there and Y/N hopes he will.

And it was like slow motion

Standing there in my party dress

In red lipstick

With no one to impress

And they're all laughing

As I'm looking around the room

But there was one thing missing

And that was the moment I knew

Some reality sets in and she realizes that Draco might not show up. No don’t think like that Y/N shakes her head in denial. She wants to believe that Draco will show up just for her she wants to with her whole heart.

But something in her stomach makes it feel off and she keeps trying to shake the feeling off.

Y/N stands there in a cute white dress and red lipstick across her lips as she keeps her eyes on the door waiting for Draco.

She feels like she’s dressed up to impress no one. Y/N wanted to impress Draco and wanted him to show her at least some love.

For the past 7 months Draco has been either busy or not wanting to be around Y/N unless it’s at night. Dates are lonely because he forgets.

Y/N gets that he has a job but he shouldn’t just neglect her in the midst of his work. Draco is one of her main priorities but she isn’t one of his.

People keep laughing around her joking and enjoying themselves.

Tears threaten to seek out as Y/N looks around the room to see if Draco came in but she didn’t notice him.

But there’s no sight of the Malfoy and Y/N walks around her heels clicking on the hard floor trying to seen if sneaked in and it was all a prank.

And all Y/N can find is nothing. Some doubt seeks into Y/N knowing Draco might not come breaks her heart.

And the hours pass by

Now I just wanna be alone

But your close friends always seem to know

When there's something really wrong

So they follow me down the hall

And there in the bathroom

I try not to fall apart

And the sinking feeling starts

As I say hopelessly

"He said he'd be here"

Hours pass and Y/N feels dread crawl up her chest as Draco hasn’t shown up.

With everyone talking to her wising her a happy birthday, Y/N just wants to be alone to drown her sorrows. She just wants Draco to be there is that so much to ask for.

Y/N would’ve gone to Dracos party for him. Hell she would have done anything for him.

In their 6th year in Hogwarts Y/N offered to take the place of Draco as he had an order from Voldemort. But Draco didn’t let the happen.

He said, “Y/N love I won’t let you do that. I will not let this drag you down. This is my duty and I just need to keep you safe.”

Y/N scoffs at the memory back then if something went wrong Draco would’ve been there in an instance. Even on her birthday he always showed up with a gift and flowers.

Even in their dreadful 6th year he still showed up.

Y/N runs down the halls tears staining her cheeks as Dracos friends notice her and his absence as well.

Blaise lets out an annoyed sigh leaving the girl he was talking to behind to follow Y/N to the bathroom. Blaise knocks on the door hesitantly.

“Y/N,” Blaise asks.

“What,” Y/N snaps wiping the tears away trying to keep calm.

“I know what you’re thinking and Draco will be here soon don’t over think it,” Blaise explains.

Y/N scoffs again of course he’s defending him she thinks. Even thought Y/N and Blaise were friends he would always choose Dracos side no matter.

“He said he’d be here,” Y/N sobs into her hand as mascara stains her eyes making her look like a raccoon.

Blaise internally curses Draco for not being there and opens the door to see Y/N crying with her knees pulled to her chest.

“Oh Y/N,” Blaise says out of pity and sadness. He pulls her to her feet and brings her to a hug.

“He’s a dick Y/N don’t let it get to you,” Blaise kisses the top of Y/N’s head and Y/N is lucky to have such a good friend like Blaise.

And it was like slow motion

Standing there in my party dress

In red lipstick

With no one to impress

And they're all laughing

And asking me about you

But there was one thing missing (missing, missing)

And that was the moment I knew

Blaise helps Y/N and she dries her tears away not wanting to alarm everyone. She still has faith Draco will show up just a sliver of faith.

Y/N and Blaise returned to the room were everyone was laughing and partying. Y/N lets out a smile through her pain.

At least some people are happy.

Blaise just says to forget about him but everyone is asking her about and how Draco and her are.

Y/N respond politely saying everything was fine even though she was just lying through her teeth.

What do you say, when tears are streaming down your face

In front of everyone you know?

And what do you do when the one who means the most to you

Is the one who didn't show?

As the time gets closer to midnight and her birthday will be almost over tears start falling down her cheeks on a faster rate.

People asks Y/N why she’s crying on such a happy day but Y/N can’t respond and people just leave Y/N be.

She feels pathetic crying in the corner of the room as people stare at her while others are just minding their own business.

Y/N wants to believe that her boyfriend will show up and shock her but she feels like that isn’t going to be an option in her books.

“Y/N he’ll show,” Blaise reassures her as he comforts her.

Y/N nods wanting to believe him but she can’t. She can’t when he should’ve been there ages ago.

You should've been here

And I would've been so happy

No matter what Draco has to say he should’ve been there for her no matter what.

And if he was going to be there Y/N would’ve been the happiest girl in the world.

But Y/N reminded herself life isn’t a fairytale.

And it was like slow motion

Standing there in my party dress

In red lipstick

With no one to impress

And they're all standing around me singing

"Happy birthday to you"

But there was one thing missing

And that was the moment I knew

Ooh, I knew

Ooh

It felt like slow motion as people sang happy birthday before midnight came.

Y/N blew out the candle with a fake smile on her face wanting to make the people who showed feel appreciated.

As people hug her and congratulate her Y/N thinks just one thing is missing.

And that is the love of her life.

Y/N knows she shouldn’t have to deal with this but her love for him was so strong nothing could defeat it.

When Draco talks to her next he’ll make some half assed apology and excuse and Y/N would nod and pull him into a hug.

And she would accept his while reassuring him that it was okay and that she still loved him.

But Y/N has had enough of this and even though she loves him so much, Y/N can’t handle this pain.

The pain of being left behind without a thought.

Y/N accepted his apology the first few times but after so many times it gets tiring. Waiting for him to show up for dates. Or even just for dinner.

Either way Y/N’s had enough of this.

You called me later

And said, "I'm sorry, I didn't make it"

And I said, "I'm sorry too"

And that was the moment I knew

When Y/N gets to her flat she gets ready for bed. She would usually go to Dracos mansion but tonight shes tired annoyed and frustrated.

Y/N doesn’t feel like dealing with Dracos bullshit right.

She takes off all of her make up and puts her pajamas on and once she lies her head on her pillow Y/N finally lets the tears fall.

As she sobs and curls into a ball all she thinks is why. Why couldn’t he just show up and be there for her.

In the midst of her crying someone calls the phone.

“Hello,” Y/N sniffles without even looking at who might be calling her.

“Love I just wanted to apologize for not being there. There was this work thing,” Draco apologizes and doesn’t even notice that she’s crying.

“I’m sorry too,” Y/N scoffs. “I’m sorry that I’ll always be second to you and I shouldn’t even be sorry.”

“Love-,” Draco starts to say but Y/N intercepts.

“I’m done. I’m done with you and everything,” Y/N snaps and hangs up the phone.

Y/N lets a sigh of relief feeling a weight of her chest. She finally feels good about herself.