#I would like to do something tomorrow for Valentines Day but we shall see.

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

Little drabble for today, since technically today(or perhaps yesterday?) Was the day I had my little...moment of. Wow it would be so funny if I got engaged with Finn and of course it happens to be cliche a few days before Valentine's Day. Anniversary. I know I don't really post my writing a lot and keep it more private but that's mostly just cause it's harder for me to write things that aren't very emotionally incorporated, if that makes any sense? With drawing I can do a little cute doodle, draw some hearts around it, and that's it, a nice simple little thingy. But with my writing it is normally a lot more extensive, even if whatever I'm writing is just fluffy stuff. And. Not to mention. A lot of people normally brush over drawings after like five reasonable seconds, but with writing it isn't entirely something that can be consumed so quickly. But! I yap a lot on here anyway.

I don't thinkkkkkk this needs any content warnings? I tried to not go into detail about the actual extent of the woes I experienced and just said enough to get it out of my system, but everything else is true and accurate😉 it gets super sappy fluffy at the end because it is me we are talking about here, so of course it does. I did a shorter Speedrun version of my proofreading, so hopefully it has a nice flow to it!

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"Yes, but I want to actually do SOMETHING for today, I mean, something nice at least. It is a special day, we should do something.. special for it!" Kane reasoned, still in bed and curled up to a pillow. He cautiously rolled over onto his back, and his expression twitched like he had winced. He kept the pillow in his arms and loosely hugged it against himself.

"Kane, I'm pretty sure I just watched you die, I'm not going to let you expend what little energy you have left that needs to go to resting." Finn sighed, upset, sitting carefully at the edge of the bed. He certainly wasn't upset at Kane, more so the situation; and perhaps what little he could do- or have done- to remedy it, to no fault of his own, of course. Or anyone's, really.

Considering that Kane wasn't always that keen on bigger events anyway, his prying for one was a bit ironic. But just because he didn't like going out to restaurants or typical romantic events that involved eating out in public or resulted in lots of noises going on like at restaurants, it didn't mean that Finn didn't like those things. And, perhaps, Kane felt a little guilty inside, because he had been out of commission for most of the day, so anything that they could've done couldn't happen.

"It's not like I didn't know this might happen." Finn said gently, turning a little so he could look at Kane when he said it.

Kane sighed a little, almost in a pouting manner, and glanced at Finn to meet his gaze for a moment, "I mean, I know that we both knew it was going to happen, cause the prediction and all- and I could feel it- but..."

"But I'm feeling better now and-"

"Rest." Finn interrupted firmly.

Kane groaned in response, why must he need rest and recovery. Why must he be aware of how truthfully exhausted and sore he felt. "Okay, well I wasn't dying, I was just-"

"You were withering in pain, and trying to tug out your own hair so you could feel something else, you-"

"Okay, okay, but worse case scenario you could've just- I mean we live in England, all the houses and buildings are brick- you could've just bonked me out on the head and then drivin me off to the ER or like, urgent care or something."

Ah, and Kane was met with the look of a man who sometimes forgot what country people grow up to be. A look laced with concern because it was his partner he was looking at, but there was still a slight hint of "Fuck? No!" Whether Kane's country roots lying in America added to this was a different story.

"Er- euhm- Whatever the uh. Thing is called the-..." Kane looks around the room as he racks his brain for it, "The NHS! Yes! Whatever those.. they have like those walk-in urgent rooms, right? Like buildings?"

Finn looked like he wanted to respond with several things like "The NHS wait time isn't worth it" and "The day I put you out of your misery like some animal even if it is to temporarily knock you unconscious is the day I [redacted]" but with as ruffled and exhausted as Kane still appeared, he wasn't going to have the man waste his breath on discussing the complexities of the NHS and every other healthcare system, or whatever else was going through his mind. Instead, he ever so gently nudged Kane over closer to the middle of the bed so he could lay down next to him. He understood that going from forever sleeping on a bed that was hardly bigger than him to the luxuries of a bed that was probably a bit bigger than your dining table was something for Kane to adjust to, but it still drove him mad that Kane, for some reason, slept right at the edge of the bed. Even if he has yet to actually fall off of it.

And Kane couldn't help but crack out a grin over it, he spent a lot of time in bed so there was hardly a moment where Finn wasn't wordlessly gently shuffling him closer to the center of the bed.

"But we aught to do at least something, right? Today isn't just any other day today- not to me at least- I want to at least mark it like that by doing something special. Even if it is something small."

As Finn stretched out and laid down net to Kane, he let out a long exhale, "And you call me foolish?" Finn mused, and with as much little movement as possible he rolled over so he could face Kane and gingerly wrap an arm around the other man, tucking it under the pillow that Kane was still holding closely to himself. He was sure Kane was still feeling sore, so he treated every movement and touch he did like he was trying to do a waltz in a minefield.

Kane cocked an eyebrow, "I do call you foolish. Not that I'm any less foolish- if not more." "You certainly are," Finn's voice turned to a mumble as he tried to nuzzle himself infinitely and impossibly closer to Kane.

"And would you like to elaborate on that?" Kane asked, with a faint grin. He was feeling far more amused that he was able to express himself at the moment.

"The whole point of the day is just to spend it however we'd like, and I don't care how we spend it, I just want to spend it with you."

This was one of the moments were Kane was glad that Finn had his face buried up against him, because even if Finn could feel Kane hold his breath, it at least still spared Kane a little dignity because Finn would miss seeing his eyebrows furrow and the corners of his mouth twist and maybe his eyes watered up just a little as well. "Yeah, but you spent the day like a medieval doctor watching a patient and not being able to do anything about it but sedate them."

Finn frowned a little, but he would've frowned regardless of what day it happened on because it was still something that happened in the first place.

Kane let go of the pillow with one of his arms, and then decided to forfeit the pillow entirely altogether and shift his position so he was laying more towards Finn now. He didn't really have much left to say.

"I just want to enjoy the day with you, Kane." Finn murmured, the weight of affection in his voice was undoubtable.

Kane was quiet for a moment, his eyebrows were still furrowed, "I just want you to know that you are special," he responded, and if his sentence had been any longer his voice might've croaked.

Finn smiled, and tried to be as gentle as he could as he softly tugged Kane ever so slightly more closer to him, "I know that you think I'm special." Again, Kane took a moment before he responded. His mind was having trouble arguing with someone who seemed to radiate their love out of their body.

"You do?" Kane asked. Of course he would want Finn to feel special.

"This is where I get to use one of your own sayings against you," Finn said, starting to grin, "You always say that actions speak louder than words, don't you?"

As much as Kane loved that saying and thought it to be true, it bugged him a little that it sounded like something you would find spelled out as the lesson in the back of a book or TV show for children. Which perhaps was exactly where he had gotten it from.

"I do say that. And at least in my experience I've found it to be relatively true, give or take some case scenario exceptions; as with anything there's exceptions."

"Well I think it is plenty special that I get to do this with you," Finn gave Kane the lightest squeeze possible in his arms, "And you tell me in plenty of different ways all of the time how you feel about me." Kane knew that he did that, but part of him almost wanted to respond with "I do?" because it wasn't the usual for someone to be able to understand the funny language that he seemed to speak.

Kane looked at the ceiling for a little while, soaking in the words and the moment. Finn seemed quite content and peaceful with things right now- which is what Kane wanted. Truthfully, in an ideal scenario Kane would've spent the day treating Finn like he was some royalty- not that he didn't have tomorrow to do that, anyway.

"I like you, Finn," Kane said.

"I like you too, Kane." Just for a few moments Finn had closed his eyes. Then again, no one ever goes to close their eyes for just a few moments and it turns out that way.

No, maybe today wasn't and couldn't be spent as a day for a big grand gesture and display of love and affection, perhaps that was something that was going to be saved for another time, but there was still just as much love to be felt in getting consumed by the peaceful tranquility that came with not having anything but a nice warm and safe home, and being willingly boxed up in a room with someone literally, and figuratively, wrapped up around you.

[kotegiris]

[Event Story] Valentine's Day with the Butler

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Chapter 12: Healing Moments

【Inn - Aruji’s Room】

I sat down on my bed, and with a smile on his face, Lucas called out to me.

Lucas: Now, Aruji-sama… Please come over here and lie down.

Lucas: It’ll feel nice lying on my lap ♪

> U-Uhm…

Nac: Fufu… You appear to be nervous.

Nac: However… Please do not worry.

Nac: We are doing this so that you have a sweet and peaceful rest.

Nac: Please relax and allow yourself to comfortably fall asleep… By doing so, you’ll be well-rested to keep enjoying yourself in Oliva tomorrow too.

Nac: That’s why we are doing this.

Nac: We would never do anything that would make you feel uneasy.

Nac: If we did that, then you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Lamli: Aruji-sama. It looks like you’ve finished your hot chocolate, so I’ll take your cup!

Lamli: Now then… Please rest your head on Lucas-sama’s lap and lie down!

> Uhm…

Lucas patted his lap and was waiting for me to lie down on the bed.

I was reluctant to lie down on Lucas’s lap and, on top of that, in front of Nac and Lamli too…

However, seeing that they genuinely had good intentions, this was not the time to be shy.

I strengthened my resolve and laid down on the bed…

And I slowly put my head on Lucas’s thighs.

Lucas: Fufu… ♪ You finally came over here.

Lucas: Aruji-sama. Thank you for accepting our hospitality.

Lucas: The weight of your head feels very nice.

Lucas: Aruji-sama, how is it?

Lucas: Is my lap comfortable?

> I-It’s…

Lucas: Fufu… My apologies for asking you something that’s difficult to answer in front of other people.

Lucas: Then… Please tell me your answer next time when it’s just the two of us.

Lucas: Of course, if you enjoy my lap pillow, then I don’t mind doing this again for you.

Lucas: I’ll do anything if it’s to heal your heart.

> T-Thank you…

I thanked him nervously, and from above me, Lucas let out a small laugh.

Lamli: Hmm… Aruji-sama still looks a bit confused.

Lamli: But… I think your nervousness will slowly go away.

Lamli: Fufu… At this rate, I’m sure you’ll sleep soundly.

Lamli: Next… Please close your eyes.

> Alright…

I did as Lamli said and quietly closed my eyes.

Lamli: Good night, Aruji-sama. 

Lamli: Now then… Let your fatigue fade away.

Saying that, Lamli began to gently stroke my head.

Lamli: Fufu… You’re cute even with your eyes closed…

Lamli: Sleep well… And show me your wonderful smile tomorrow too.

Lamli: I love you, my Aruji-sama…

Lamli dreamily murmured to me while gently stroking my head.

Lucas: Now, now, Lamli-kun. Don’t try to secretly get ahead of us.

Lucas: Besides, if you say something like that, Aruji-sama’s heart will race, and they might not be able to fall asleep.

After Lucas said that, a hand that didn’t belong to Lamli stroked my head.

I’m sure that this soft hand was Lucas’s.

Nac: Fufu… Then, I shall sing a lullaby.

Nac: With this, Aruji-sama will surely relax and drift off to the world of dreams.

Nac quietly laughed and began singing with a soft voice.

Nac: “A beautiful night where the fairies are dancing”... “The moon’s light shines through the window”...

Nac: “To the land of dreams on a large boat”… “Crossing the wave of stars and going to your side”…

Nac: “Sleep, sleep, my beloved”… “You are more beautiful than anyone else”…

Nac: “Even in the wide and deep world of dreams”... “You will shine brighter than anyone else”…

Nac held my hand as he softly sang. 

Although his grip wasn’t strong, it felt as if he was trying to say, ��I want you to be conscious of me”...

I gently squeezed Nac’s hand in return.

Nac: ……!

A few seconds had passed before Nac tightened his grip on my hand a little.

And in a voice more tender than earlier, he continued singing the lullaby.

Nac: “Sleep, sleep, my beloved”… “You are always brightly shining”…

Nac: “Because you are filled with a gentle light”… “I can see you even in my dreams”…

Even while he was singing the lullaby, Lamli and Lucas continued stroking my head.

Their song, hands, and even the small laughter that I could hear at times… Everything was very tender.

Feeling very relaxed in this ambience…

I peacefully fell asleep.

Nac: “Sleep, sleep, my beloved”…

Nac: “I am always by your side”…

[delvi3]

MY YANDERE BOYFRIEND

OBSSESSION

Warning : Death , Kidnapping , Chloroform , Murder , Guillotine , Blood , Strong Riddle

It was friday, Reader was walking down the hallway, going to the cafeteria.

When she heard someone calling out her name. She turned around, it was Riddle!

" Riddle-san? " she waited out for him to reach her.

When he finally did, he panted a little. " Reader, are you free this Saturday? " he questioned.

Reader tilted her head a little, " Yes, I am. Why do you ask? "

Riddle gleamed with clear happiness into his expression, " I was just wondering if you want to hang out this weekend. I heard about a new café in town and I want to go there with you. "

Reader smiled, " Sure. What time will we meet? "

Riddle smiled back, " I was thinking this nine in the morning? If you don't mind, that is. "

" Of course! I'll see you there tomorrow. "

(=^ェ^=)！Σ(×_×;)!

Riddle was standing in front of the cafeteria, waiting for Reader to arrive.

' Ugh.. she's taking too long, no! I should be patient.. She'll come here anytime soon.. but what if she didn't-? '

Riddle's mind was filled with many questions such as:

' What if Trey's plan didn't work? Would she even like me? Does she hate me because I ignored her? '

But it was quick to disappear when he saw Reader approaching him, " Riddle-san! Sorry I'm late, I overslept last night. "

Riddle smiled, " It's fine, don't worry. "

Reader sweat dropped, " You didn't wait for me that long, right? "

Riddle shooks his head, " No, I didn't wait that long. "

Reader smiled, " Ah, that's good. Let's get inside now, shall we? "

Reader and Riddle head inside the café, it was filled with decorations of flowers, stars, and hearts. It was more of a couple café.

A woman approached them, " Good morning, Welcome to Lovia Café. Would you like to make a reservation? "

" Two for one table, please. " Reader answered with a polite tone.

" Okay, please follow me. I will guide you to your table. "

When they both reacher their table. They both took a seat close to each other.

Riddle flushed, While Reader is.. Well.. reader.

Reader grabbed the menu, " What would you like to order, Riddle-san? "

" You- Uh, I would like to order this one. " he pointed with his finger.

Reader called the waiter, and they arrived with their order. Both ate peacefully while having a chat also.

Afterwards, Reader and Riddle paid for the bill after having a gentle argument of who would pay the bill, Reader won obliviously.

Reader : 1 Riddle : 0

When Reader was about bid goodbye, Riddle held her hand.

" Reader.. I have something to confess to you. "

He hesitated but finally said it, " I like you.. I know it's fast, but- "

Reader stopped him by kissing him on the lips. When their lips touched, Riddle's face became red as his hair.

Reader pulls away and smiles, " I like you too, but it's that why you ignored me for a couple of days ago? "

Riddle nodded, " I'm sorry.. I just- don't know what to do. "

Reader patted his head, " That's alright, all is forgiven. "

Riddle smiled.

He finally has her.

And soon began their loving relationship, All of the students in school now know these two are together.

But, Riddle's behaviour has changed. He became impatient, aggressive, possessive, like a lot has changed.

Even his friends noticed it when they tried to talk this out to Riddle, he just brush it off. It wasn't like him at all!

When they told this to Reader, Riddle was furious, He deliberately told them not to intervene with his and Reader's relationship.

Valentine's Day has begun, Students were excited to confess to their crush.

A student approached Reader, They told her to meet below the cherry blossom tree near the gym.

The cherry blossom tree was known to be where the students confessed their feelings to their crush.

And this was bad news.. not to Reader but to the student who confessed, Why? Because Riddle was there secretly listening behind the door.

When the student was alone in the gym cleaning, he secretly went behind him and put a cloth to his nose. The cloth was stained with chloroform.

He dragged his body into a private room in the gym. He dragged him all the way to a giant box and lifted him up and put him inside, He left and locked the door.

At night, he snucked inside the gym, unlocked the door, and dragged the giant box near the exit area.

He opened his car back door and lifted up the box, and placed it in there. He went to the driving seat. And drove to his house.

He dragged the giant box all the way to his basement, He opened up the box. The student was still sleeping, Looks like the chloroform worked too well..

He lifted up his body and placed it into a chair, tying him with a rope, placing a chain with a giant heavy ball at the end on his right foot, and covering his mouth with a cloth covering his screams for help.

He opens a near cabinet and exposes deadly weapons and chemicals. He couldn't pick any of the options, so he went to a nearby door with chains and many locks. He grabbed an axe and broke them. He opened the door. And grabbed the guillotine.

The blade of the guillotine was still sharp, and it was filled with webs and dust, but Riddle couldn't be bothered. He pulled up the rope, making the guillotine go up.

He untied the rope from the student but still rope his body so he couldn't escape, He places his head through the hope of the guillotine.

When the students eyes fluttered open..

It was already too late.

Riddle let go of the rope, chopping the head off.. of the poor student.

The student's blood splattered all of the floor and into the walls and into Riddle.

Riddle laughed at this scene, not even giving a slight of guilt into his face.

After he was done, he cleaned up te scene, nice and neat.

As for the student.. he chopped off his body limb from limb. And incinerate it. Leaving his body but to dust.

He snuck into someobody else's house and dug a hole in their backyard and poured out the student's dust. And dug it right back.

He snucked out without leaving any other evidence.

The next day, the student was nowhere to be found. Police went out all over the town to search but nothing.

Reader blamed herself for this, but Riddle was there to comfort her, like a good boyfriend.

You will never have her.

She's mine.

Full series: here.

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 19. December - " a wish"

Kacchan: *image attached* It's not necessarily a wish just for me.  And you can tell me if you don't want it. Deku:( ⚆ _ ⚆ ) What is it? Kacchan: told Kiri about the evening with your quirk analysis books. Got some of him? And his quirk? Deku: I have the whole class. Kacchan: Course you do.. One book each? Deku: At the moment, yes. I reserved a book for each of our classmates, but not all of them are full.  So you wish for me to analyze Kirishima's quirk? Kacchan: Yes. He'll freak out when he finds out, trust me Deku: Okay. Shall I invite him to my place? Or do you want to get the book? Kacchan: Hm  The wish doesn't have a limit per se, right? Deku: ...I guess not, no. Why? Kacchan: And you have notes on the rest of the gang? Denks and Ashido? Even Hanta? Deku: I have the whole class. Kacchan: Ok listen I wish for you to grab your notebooks on my friends and come over at my place later. I still have the Gamecube since half of these guys are going home tomorrow night. We gonna play. Deku: Ok Kacchan: You cool with that? Deku: What time? Kacchan: 17:00? Deku: ok

He didn't know what it was, but it was probably approaching Christmas. Kacchan had made his wish. 

For his friends. 

Izuku wanted to cry.  

If only he wasn't bursting with anticipation at the thought that he would be an invited and accepted part of the Bakusquad tonight. He loved his friends to pieces. But something about the others was ... badass. Cool. He squeaked into his hands - then his phone rang. Really. A real call. 

"K-kacchan?"

"You okay?"

Irritated, he checked once more that he hadn't made a mistake and that it was really Katsuki, then he said, "Um, yeah? Yeah, why?"

"Cause you wrote as if you had... dunno. Like you weren't up for it?"

"I am up for it!"

"Even to bring your notes?"

"...Well. You know how embarrassed I am when people realize how carefully I pay attention," he thought aloud, and a low hum came from the other end of the line. "But if it makes them happy, then of course I'm happy to make them happy. And to help."

The line was quiet for a moment.

"100% sure?" Kacchan asked and Izuku sat down on his bed with a small smile as he continued to listen, "You've the absolute freedom to tell me if you don't wanna."

Wow. Who was this considerate gentleman on the phone? And what had he done to Kacchan?

"Wow. Kacchan sugoi," he cooed into the phone and started to grin, "it's okay, really. Sweet of you to ask, though."

"Shut up."

It sounded more offended than insulting. 

"I'll be at your place at 5:00, Kacchan. With the books. To kick your ass on the Gamecube while the others read."

The microphone buzzed, the only hint of Kacchan's snort, "Fuck you, Deku. I'm being considerate for once and -"

"Thanks for your consideration," he gushed, beaming at his shelf of notebooks, "see you later!"

After hanging up, he glanced at his cell phone. 

Wow. They had never talked on the phone before. His eyes scanned his apps, then were caught on the screen by his mother's wave. A picture of the two of them, splattered in dirt, digging up the garden. He could call her... distract himself, plan their Christmas Eve. 

Or... he could go through his entire closet, hoping to find something that would make him look more like a cool guy than a dorky nerd.

He opened the little app with the notes for the calendar.

Advice, Victory, A Hug, An Ear, JOKER, Hot Chocolate

Two of them were already gone, but still unused.

"The hot chocolate is still in there, guaranteed."

And the rest ... Izuku placed the cell phone on his chest and looked at the ceiling. Was it enough? Had they created a foundation on which they could build more than just friendship?

He had held Kacchan's hand. For those ten minutes, on the way back to the dorm. Their interaction had been different, no question. But was it enough for what he wanted to do? Now he knew what kind of chocolate Kacchan ate on Valentine's Day - and according to him, no one else beside him ever did. 

But couldn't all that …still count as friendship? Sure, not as a normal one .... but then he thought of Ochako and Shouto. He knew what kind of chocolate they liked best. And he had already held their hands, hugged them plenty and even dried their tears.

He and Kacchan still had a long way to go to be more than just friends. Did they have to be best friends to become more? Was it enough to be regular friends before they could become...more?

Today's “wish” was originally meant for both of them. The whole calendar was.

But they wouldn't meet like this today, not when the room was filled with Katsuki's friends. He liked them, all of them, but he noticed the small disappointment that Kacchan hadn't taken the chance to wish for something else. Another hand massage. Another fight. In short, time for two. 

Advice, victory and an ear, he thought.

Kacchan doesn't take advice. And even if he did, it wouldn't change their current relationship. The same applied to victory. And even more so for the moment when he lent him an ear. However and whenever that would ever be realized to open the 24. 

The hug. 

Everything would be built up to the day he gave the hug. That was the only and last day Izuku could show that the calendar had a purpose other than just being nice. 

But how? 

The hug would have to be longer, tighter, more intimate than any of his hugs before. He would have to do something he hadn't done with Shouto or Ochako. He could put his hands under Kacchan's sweater. 

"Nonsense."

He could let his hands sink lower. To his ... butt.

"Oh my God."

He could reach up and grab his face and pull it down and see what happened. Maybe ... they would ...?

"OH GOD." His face flushed at the image, he rolled over onto his side and screamed into his pillow. 

Now, with only 4 chances left, the pressure to get it right increased tenfold. 

Crap.

[theyourstruly]

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and things have been going really well between her and Alexander, so well that he's asked to spend Valentine's Day together

"So El do you have anything planned for Valentine's Day?" Emma questions

"No, not really"

"Maybe we could just spend it together with Rhea. Stella will go out with her boyfriend obviously."

"Uhm actually my mom and dad want to spend it together with Viola and Rosie sooo...."

"Sure, no worries. Anything special planned"

"Uhm no mom will probably make dinner and we all kind of have a chat or something like that"

Leaving their last class of the day they take a walk to their common room.

"Shall we just start working on that project straightaway? So we can get it out of the way" Emma starts

"Yeah sure we ca-"

Bumping into someone Eleanor looks up apologizing. Seeing Arthur, Emma decides to leaves them to it as they clearly have some things to discuss.

"Hey El"

"Hi"

A awkward pause follows.

"How are you doing" he starts

"Good. You?"

"I was actually wondering if maybe we could talk?"

"Talk about what?"

"Us"

Sighing she begins

"listen Arthur, you've been absolutely incredible, and you're off to a great career. I just think that it's for the better that we just go our separate ways."

"I was thinking about going to London instead"

Surprised by this Eleanor answers

"You always talked about New York"

"I did, but if it means a shot with you I'll gladly take it"

"Listen, I don't want you to change your mind, not for me at least." She reasons.

"You were always excited to make a name for yourself in the US so that's where your going to go"

Continuing "I'm sure you'll find a lovely girl there who will make you feel completely fulfilled in your new life"

A wave of sadness hits her this seems to be truly it for them, but she has to be honest with him and not give him some false hope.

Eyes casted downwards Arthur responds

"Well now i know for sure at least, there was no saving it"

"I'm sorry. I just want to be honest with you"

Looking into El's eyes he mumbles

"Did you find someone that makes you feel complete?"

Not being sure on how to respond another silence falls over them.

"I understand. I guess i'll just have to move on then" He whispered understanding her silence.

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Valentines Day

Hey, i'm outside

On my way

Catching sight of Alex in his car with a disguise. She can't help but smile.

Greeting him in his car she says

"You know that cap and sunglasses make you look even more suspicious"

With a smile Alex replies

"Does it really?"

"Of course it's February and here you are wearing sunglasses"

Taking off. Eleanor wonders where they are going. Already having tried to get it out of him she knows that it won't be of any use now either.

Coming across a gate they are let in to this large estate, leaving the car parked behind they take a walk, and come across a very familiar place.

Looking back at him she states

"This where Mr. Darcy proposed to Elizabeth isn't it."

Having told him that Pride and Prejudice is one of her favorite books and being obsessed with the 2005 remake. He decided to surprise her in one of the best ways.

"It is. Do you like it?"

"I do. You know I wasn't sure you would remember"

"Remember what?"

"My love for Pride and Prejudice. I thought you were just nodding along trying to keep the conversation going"

"Of course I would've remembered. I do pay attention to what you do and say, but there's another reason why I brought you here."

Looking a bit nervous now Alex adds

"These past couple of weeks have been amazing and i would love for it to continue to be so.

"Are you proposing to me" she teases him.

Chuckling he responds

"It's not a proposal, no.

"Thankfully, because i'm afraid i would've had to reject you to keep the plot going."

Laughing he continues.

"I will say that the last few weeks being able to get to know you, have been one of my favorite moments. Something i'll never forget." Now looking more nervous he stammered on.

"And i know obviously i know that it hasn't been that long, but it would be lovely if you decided to accept my offer to make things official between us."

Eleanor can't believe her ears. He's really asking her to be his girlfriend. This man in front of her who will one day be king. A wave of uncertainty hits her. But looking up into his eyes all the worries she has flow away.

Walking up to him and taking his hand.

She shyly responds

"As long as you promise to stay by my side when the other people find out"

The other people being the press. Eleanor has seen on the news how his younger brother's girlfriends have been treated, and who could forget what Princess Diana went through.

"I promise"

"Then i'll gladly accept your offer"

"Can I kiss you?"

Leaning in the two share their first kiss with many still to come. Slowly separating from each other foreheads still pressed together.

"I actually have a gift for you" he starts "i hope you like it"

Handing her the gift she gently unwraps it.

It's a title page from Pride and Prejudice. He decided to surprise her with a 1813 edition which must of been very, very expensive.

With a shocked look on her face.

"You can't be serious. This is too much." Eleanor stated quickly giving it back.

"I can't take it back now. Take it, it's yours" He insists smile on his face.

"This must have cost a fortune"

"Yes, and i want you to have it" he confessed.

Hesitating she takes the book back.

"Okay. I actually uhm also have a gift for you. I hope you really like it. It's just something small."

Handing the gift box over she watches with anticipation as Alex opens it.

"It's a watch that's accordingly loved by other Royal airforce officers.

I'm not even sure if you're allowed to wear it. Maybe it wasn't a good idea." She rambles on.

"El. El, this is absolutely lovely. Thank you"

Giving her a hug, he tells her

"Here let me put it on straight away"

Helping him, she takes a good look at him. The watch looks amazing on him.

"I have one more surprise for you."

"There's more?" She asks

"Just a little something. But it requires a ride"

And just then she can hear hooves nearing closer. Turning around she notices a carriage arriving.

"You did not Alex"

Stopping right in front of them Alex helps her climb on.

"Do you recognize it?"

Looking a head she notices the house.

"Is it Pemberly?"

"It is, but we tend to call it Chatsworth House. You'll be receiving a tour from your favorite tour guide and later we'll enjoy some lunch"

The carriage now arriving at Chatsworth House they are warmly greeted inside.

Amazed El looks around.

"It's just like in the movie. Everything seems to be in place still"

"Yes my grandmother-"

"Your grandmother owns Pemberly?"

"She does"

"Right... of course she does" she responds still amazed looking around.

"It's absolutely magnificent isn't it"

Coming across a piano that Mr Darcy's little sister played on.

Eleanor Asks.

"Do you know how to play"

Taking a seat at the piano

"What does my lady inquire?"

"I don't know. Something romantic i guess"

Playing a stunning piece Eleanor looks on. Finishing she claps for him.

"Did that fulfill your request"

"It did"

Just then the butler Eleanor guesses, enters to lead them towards the room where they will be served lunch.

Joking around and enjoying each other's company. Eleanor is not sure when they will get to see each other again.

"Actually I don't know if you've heard, but my brothers and I are giving a concert in honor of my mother and I would actually love it if you were to come as well"

"Oh yes of course"

"Now this will be an unofficial outing. There may be speculations about us from the press"

"Right. They can't possibly know if we aren't seated together "

"Yes, but i would love it if you were to sit next to me"

"I feel like maybe we should keep the relationship between us for as long as we can"

"No of course, I completely understand where you're coming from."

Finishing their lunch it's time for them to go. Taking the carriage back the way they came from, and return back towards the parked car.

"When will i get to see you again?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I just completed my training with the royal navy and it's expected that i'll be send out."

Eleanor was already aware that he also went and did a navy training in fleet air, and obviously being together with someone in the forces wasn't going to be easy, but she's not going to let that get to her. She fully supports him.

"once i know i'll tell you straightaway" he adds.

Arriving back to her uni.

"I'm gonna miss you"

Smiling at her he responds "i'll miss you too."

Sharing a long kiss they say their goodbyes once again.

Author's Note:

Chatsworth House is privately owned by Queen Elizabeth in this Fanfic plus the Diana concert will be held in 2010 instead of 2007

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At Valentine’s Day~ Part 14 - Cheers Me

RadioApple🩷Human Au/Age Gap🩷Top!Dom!Alastor

🩷Divorced Dad!Lucifer🩷Explicit

Raise a glass, say a toast, Love is loud, but silence boasts. A whisper, a cut, a cruel little twist— But love won’t fall for tricks like this.

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Lucifer hesitated in the doorway, breath catching at the sight before him. Rosie had transformed her restaurant into a glowing dream, ivory drapes cascading from the ceiling in elegant waves, soft golden fairy lights woven through lush floral arrangements. Everything shimmered, light reflecting off polished wooden floors, casting flickering shadows like candlelight on water.

It was perfect. Magical, even.

So why did his chest feel so damn tight?

Lucifer tugged at his collar, the familiar weight of the o-ring necklace a comforting presence against his throat. He glanced down at his attire, a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with a deep crimson mock turtleneck—Alastor's choice.

His boyfriend had a talent for balancing comfort and formality. And matching Charlie and Vaggie’s very valentine wedding colors without being too cheesy.

The golden o-ring necklace glinted in the soft light, not hidden, but not ostentatious, either.

Just there, a subtle reminder of promises made and kept. Lucifer's fingers brushed against it absently as he took in the scene before him.

It was then that the reality of the situation truly hit him.

This wasn't just another event, another celebration. Tomorrow, his little girl—his Charlie—would be getting married.

Yes, they’d been preparing for a wedding the last six weeks or so, but Lucifer was lost in the details. Running into too many trees to see the forest for what it was.

The realization struck him with the force of a freight train, leaving him momentarily breathless.

Memories flooded Lucifer’s mind: Charlie's first steps, her infectious laughter echoing through the halls of their home, the determined set of her jaw as she fought for her dreams.

And now, here she was, on the cusp of starting a new chapter of her life with the woman she loved.

Lucifer's eyes stung, and he blinked rapidly, grateful for the dim lighting that hid the sheen of unshed tears.

Pride, joy, and a bittersweet ache mingled in his chest, creating a complex symphony of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. The familiar scent of Alastor's cologne, clinging faintly to his suit, grounded him. It was a reminder that he wasn't facing this alone, that his partner would be by his side through this beautiful, heart-wrenching transition.

A warm touch at the small of his back. A presence���steadying, familiar.

"You look wonderful, darling." Alastor's voice was low, meant only for him. "Shall we?"

Lucifer let himself lean into the touch, just for a second. Then he nodded, allowing Alastor to guide him inside.

The air was thick with celebration, the scent of roses, expensive cologne, and crisp winter air slipping in from the open balcony doors. He took a breath, trying to steady himself, but the unease coiled tight beneath his ribs refused to settle.

“I feel like I should be doing something,” Lucifer admitted, voice hushed. His gaze flitted over the carefully set tables, the flickering candlelight, the polished silverware. “Greeting guests, adjusting centerpieces, making sure—”

Alastor chuckled, rich and smooth. “The only thing you need to do is walk in a straight line with your daughter. The rest is someone else’s responsibility.”

Lucifer nodded, but his fingers still twitched, itching to straighten a slightly askew napkin as they passed.

“You’re right.” His voice was softer now, a small, wavering smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I just…I want everything to be perfect for them.”

Alastor’s touch shifted, fingers grazing up his spine before cupping his cheek, warm and grounding.

“It already is, my dear.” His hazel eyes searched Lucifer’s, intense, behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Because they have you here, supporting them.”

The words settled something inside him, warm and steadying. Lucifer exhaled, leaning into Alastor’s touch.

"Thank you," he murmured. "For being here. For…everything."

Alastor’s smile softened, something unspoken passing between them. Lucifer thought he might kiss him.

Then a burst of laughter from across the room shattered the quiet moment, and Alastor’s hand fell away.

“Come now,” Alastor drawled, shifting with effortless ease, “The rehearsal first, then dinner, and you have my full permission to cry during my toast.”

Lucifer groaned, but let himself be placed in the line up in the order they would be walking down the aisle.

Maybe, just maybe, he could let himself enjoy this.

<3<3<3

The air crackled with excitement, voices mingling in a soft, anticipatory hum. Charlie scanned the room, practically buzzing. Every single face here was someone she loved, someone who had supported her and Vaggie—a wave of warmth that nearly bowled her over.

She turned, caught Vaggie’s unwavering gaze.

Dark eyes, steady and sharp, filled with so much love, Charlie thought she might actually combust.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Anthony called out, amusement thick in his tone. “One more run-through before the big day.”

Charlie bounced on her toes, excitement bubbling over. As they moved toward the makeshift aisle, she sidled closer to Vaggie, her grin downright wicked.

“So,” she murmured, teasing, “do I kiss you here?” She tapped Vaggie’s cheek. “Or here?” Her finger skimmed her lips. “Or maybe…” Charlie smirked, making an exaggerated swooping motion, “I just dip you dramatically and sweep you off your feet?”

Vaggie rolled her eyes, but Charlie saw it—the twitch of a smile she was trying to fight.

“How about we stick to the plan, querida?” Vaggie murmured, dry but fond. “Save the improv for the honeymoon.”

“Did you just flirt with me?” Charlie gasped, delighted. “Vaggie, are you flirting at our wedding rehearsal?”

Vaggie sighed. “This is why I keep you on a schedule.”

Charlie beamed, warmth swelling in her chest.

This was why she loved her—her ability to ground her without dulling her shine, to meet her in the middle of her whirlwind and hold steady.

"Fine, fine," Charlie relented with a dramatic sigh. "But just remember—you're the one who agreed to marry the drama major."

Vaggie squeezed her hand, fingers threading together like they always had, like they always would.

“I’m painfully aware.”

“I might start singing in the middle.”

Vaggie exhaled, feeling the tension unravel from her shoulders as she held Charlie’s hand.

"Try it, and I'm banning you from the vows," she muttered, deadpan, but Charlie caught the warmth beneath it.

Laughter rippled through the room—warm, easy, wrapping around them like a familiar melody.

"Alright, alright," Charlie grinned. "I'll behave…for now."

Anthony clapped his hands, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room. "Alright, my lovelies, let's get this show on the road!" He swept his arm in a theatrical arc, ushering everyone into position.

The room filled with soft laughter and the rustle of fabric as people began to move.

Anthony positioned himself at the head of the aisle, his crimson bowtie a splash of color against his sleek black suit. "First things first," he announced, "yours truly will lead the procession, setting the tone for this grand affair."

Next came Lute and Cherri, an unlikely but charming pair.

Cherri, brash and bubbly, practically vibrated with excitement, while Lute’s confident stride balanced her energy perfectly. "Ladies, you're poetry in motion," Anthony praised as they took their places at the front of the makeshift aisle.

Alastor stepped forward, offering his arm to Emily with a gentlemanly flourish. His impeccable posture and sharp gaze contrasted beautifully with Emily's softer presence.

As they moved into position, Alastor's eyes flickered briefly to Lucifer, a silent reassurance passing between them.

"Now, for our first lovely bride," Anthony continued, gesturing to Vaggie. "You'll be escorted by—" He paused, his brow furrowing as he scanned the room. "Where's Lilith?"

A ripple of unease passed through the gathering.

Vaggie's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly, but she held her head high. "It's fine," she said, her voice steady. "We can continue without—"

The door swung open with a dramatic bang, and Lilith swept into the room. Her entrance was perfectly timed, commanding attention as she glided across the floor.

"My apologies for the delay," she purred, her voice a symphony of silk and steel. "Traffic was simply dreadful."

As Lilith took her place beside Vaggie, her eyes locked with Alastor’s for a moment. A smile played at the corners of her mouth, sharp and knowing. "Oh, darling," she called out, her tone deceptively light. "Aren’t you just…in your element."

Alastor tensed almost imperceptibly, his grip on Emily's arm tightening for just a fraction of a second.

Lucifer's breath caught in his throat, a flicker of uncertainty passing across his features.

Anthony, ever the professional, smoothly redirected attention. "And last but certainly not least," he announced, his voice rising above the sudden undercurrent of tension, "our radiant bride Charlie, escorted by the dashing Lucifer!"

Charlie turned, searching for her father.

Lucifer stood at the back, golden eyes flickering with something raw. His hands smoothed over his shirt—a small, restless movement. A tell.

"Dad?" Charlie called softly. "Ready for your big moment?"

Lucifer inhaled, straightening his shoulders. His fingers twitched as he adjusted his sleeves, but he nodded.

"Of course, pumpkin," he said, voice even but quiet. "Just… give me a moment."

Charlie felt it, the unspoken weight of everything.

She turned slightly, caught Alastor’s gaze.

He was already watching.

Already reading the hesitation in Lucifer’s stance, the way he braced himself like a man standing on a ledge.

Alastor stepped in, smooth and effortless, his voice a low, steady thing.

“Deep breaths. We can’t have you stealing the show tomorrow, now can we?”

Lucifer exhaled, tension easing just slightly.

Charlie felt her heart swell.

This was her family.

Messy. Unconventional. Perfect.

As the rehearsal began in earnest, the room fell into a hushed anticipation.

Anthony, ever the showman, led the procession with a flourish, his steps light and precise as he made his way down the makeshift aisle.

Lute and Cherri followed, their contrasting energies creating a perfect balance as they moved in sync.

Alastor and Emily stepped forward next, their elegant poise drawing admiring glances.

As they reached the front, Alastor's gaze flickered briefly to Lucifer.

Lilith and Vaggie made their entrance, the former's regal bearing a stark contrast to Vaggie's more understated grace. The tension from earlier seemed to have dissipated, replaced by the gravity of the moment.

Finally, it was Charlie and Lucifer's turn.

As they prepared to walk, Charlie felt a sudden wave of emotion wash over her.

The reality of what tomorrow would bring hit her all at once, and she felt her eyes begin to well up with tears.

Lucifer noticed immediately. He squeezed her hand gently, leaning in close. "Hey there, pumpkin," he murmured, his voice soft and steady. "What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

Charlie sniffled, trying to blink back the tears. "I just…it's all so real now, Dad. I'm getting married tomorrow. To Vaggie. I'm so happy, but it's as well…a lot."

Lucifer reached up, gently wiping away a stray tear with his thumb.

"It's okay to feel overwhelmed, Charlie. This is a big moment. But remember, you're not losing anything—you're gaining a whole new adventure. And we'll all be right here with you, every step of the way."

His words, filled with warmth and reassurance, seemed to settle something within Charlie. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

"You're right," she said, a watery smile breaking through. "Thanks, Dad. I'm so glad you're here with me."

Lucifer felt his own eyes misting over, but he blinked it back, focusing on the moment.

"Always, Char-Char."

Charlie nodded, her smile growing stronger.

As the music swelled, they began their walk down the aisle. The room seemed to hold its breath, captivated by the sight of father and daughter, moving in perfect harmony.

As they approached the altar, Charlie's eyes locked with Vaggie's.

The love that passed between them was palpable, filling the room with a warmth that touched everyone present.

Lucifer guided Charlie to her place, then stepped back, his role complete.

The moment settled, weightier now. More real.

This was real.

They had fought for this.

For love.

For each other.

She swallowed, throat tight with unexpected emotion.

"I, Charlie, take you, Vaggie..."

The words felt so much bigger than they had in her head.

Her voice caught, emotion blooming in her chest like a second heartbeat.

Vaggie, always so composed, squeezed her fingers, a silent I’m right here.

Charlie exhaled, held her gaze.

Tomorrow, these words would become a promise.

A forever.

And Charlie couldn’t wait.

<3<3<3

As Lucifer steadied himself, the soft hum of conversation wrapped around him, blending with the delicate clinking of glasses and the faint rustle of fabric. Across the room, Anthony moved with melodramatic precision, fingers brushing against chair backs as he adjusted their alignment by mere millimeters.

"Anthony," Charlie called out, grinning, "you're like a wedding wizard. How do you make everything look so perfect?"

“Natural talent, toots.”

Charlie bounced on her toes, inspiration striking. "Oh! What if we added sparklers for when Vaggie and I kiss? It’d be so romantic!"

Alastor, standing beside her, let out a soft exhale, adjusting his cuffs with deliberate patience.

"My dear," he said, voice laced with amused exasperation, "while I admire your enthusiasm, I’d rather not rewrite the ceremony the night before the wedding."

"But Al, imagine it! Doves, a choir hidden behind the guests, maybe—" Charlie pouted.

"Charlie," Alastor interjected smoothly, smile tightening slightly, "let’s not overwhelm our dear Anthony. He’s already performing miracles with this event."

Charlie glanced at Anthony, noting the subtle twitch in his blue eye.

"…Right," she relented, deflating slightly. "Sorry, Anthony. I just get so excited thinking about tomorrow."

It was chaos.

And somehow, it worked.

The scent of freshly baked bread and seared butter curled through the air, mingling with the rich aroma of wine as Lucifer trailed his fingers along the polished silverware, his golden eyes scanning the details of the reception hall. Everything was immaculate, elegant—the white roses glowing under flickering candlelight, the warm hum of conversation filling the space like a steady, grounding rhythm as they all took their seats.

As if on cue, a waiter appeared, offering flutes of champagne. Lucifer took one, watching the bubbles rise and pop, delicate and fleeting.

"Before we dig in to this absolutely divine feast," Anthony announced, "it's time for toasts. The man and maid of honor have prepared a little something for our lovely brides."

A ripple of excitement passed through the gathering.

Emily rose gracefully, champagne flute in hand, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. The soft clink of her ring against the glass cut through the low chatter, pulling attention like a magnet.

The room hushed, all eyes turning toward her.

Charlie shifted beside Vaggie, grinning but wary.

Emily’s smirk widened. “I never imagined my big sister getting married,” she declared, voice rich with affection and barely contained laughter. “Not because she isn’t amazing, but because I thought she’d murder anyone who tried.”

Laughter erupted, warm and unrestrained.

Vaggie rolled her eyes, but Charlie?

Charlie all but collapsed into giggles, burying her face against Vaggie’s shoulder.

Emily pressed a hand to her chest, sighing dramatically. “I mean, let’s be honest,” she continued, “we all assumed Vaggie’s wedding day would involve more crime scene tape and fewer flower arrangements.”

The laughter doubled, glasses clinking in approval.

Vaggie sighed heavily, but there was no hiding the affection in her expression.

Emily waited for the noise to settle, then—just for a second—her smirk faded into something softer, realer.

"But seriously," she said, voice dipping into something sincere, "watching you two together…it's like witnessing a miracle. A slightly terrifying, occasionally explosive miracle, but a miracle nonetheless."

Vaggie blinked, lips pressing together. She hadn’t expected that.

Under the table, Charlie’s hand found hers, squeezing gently.

Emily continued, her voice quieter now. "But then Charlie happened. And suddenly, Vaggie found someone as stubborn and passionate as she is. Someone who makes her laugh, someone who loves her in all the ways she deserves."

Vaggie felt her throat tighten. She glanced at Charlie, saw the emotion mirrored in her eyes.

Emily’s words settled over her, warm and weighty.

Charlie sniffled—loudly, dramatically—and threw herself against Vaggie’s side.

"You hear that?" she exclaimed, grinning through tears. "I'm the best thing that ever happened to you!"

Vaggie groaned, covering her face.

Laughter exploded again, filling the room, wrapping around them like a favorite song.

Vaggie sighed, tilting her head against Charlie’s, smile breaking through despite herself.

Vaggie cleared her throat, straightened, smirk returning.

"I regret everything."

The room dissolved into laughter, glasses raised in mock toasts.

Charlie snickered, pressing a quick kiss to Vaggie’s cheek.

"Too late to back out now," she teased, eyes sparkling.

Vaggie pretended to sigh, but under the table, her fingers curled tighter around Charlie’s.

She glanced around the room—at their family, their friends, this overwhelming, ridiculous, impossible love they had built.

"You okay?" Charlie whispered.

Vaggie took a slow breath, let it settle in her bones.

"Yeah," she murmured. "Just…happy."

The laughter ebbed, but the warmth lingered, settling like candlelight over the gathered friends and family. Vaggie could still feel Charlie’s fingers curled around hers, her touch light but grounding, steady as the quiet hum of conversation picking up once more.

The chatter swirled, glasses clinking, warmth buzzing through the room. Alastor had been watching it all unfold, a small, pleased smile curling at the edges of his lips.

Then—Charlie’s eyes found him.

She clapped her hands together, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Alright, Al," she called out. "Give us something dramatic."

Alastor blinked, amusement flickering across his face. "Dramatic, my dear?" He placed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. "Have you met yourself?"

Laughter rippled through the room.

Charlie, completely unrepentant, grinned.

Alastor chuckled, shaking his head as he rose with fluid grace, smoothing down his vest.

"Dramatic, you say?" He let the moment linger, let the silence stretch, his fingers trailing idly along the rim of his glass.

He let the anticipation build.

Then, finally—he smiled.

"Very well, my dear. Let’s see just how dramatic I can be."

Alastor’s voice dropped, velvet and smooth, rich as dark liquor. The sudden weight in his tone sent a hush over the room.

"In all seriousness," he began, measured and deliberate, "I have had the privilege of watching you two grow into something extraordinary."

Charlie’s expression shifted, the laughter still in her eyes melting into something softer.

Alastor’s gaze drifted to Vaggie, whose usual guarded expression had eased—just slightly.

"Charlie," he began, his rich voice warm with affection, "you are a force of nature. Chaotic, relentless, wildly impossible." His lips curved. "And I mean that in the most endearing way possible, my dear."

Charlie grinned, but it was shaky now, a little overwhelmed.

"when you first burst into my life, a whirlwind of optimism and glitter, I never imagined the impact you would have. You've brought light to the darkest corners of our lives, your infectious enthusiasm touching everyone around you."

Charlie sniffled. “Damn it, Al. You’re already making me cry.”

Alastor’s smile didn’t fade. “I’m not finished.”

Alastor turned to Vaggie, eyes gleaming behind his round glasses.

“And Vaggie," he continued, a hint of teasing in his tone,  "are the anchor that keeps my best friend from flinging herself directly into the sun." He tipped his glass slightly "while I'm fairly certain you merely tolerate my presence on the best of days, I must commend your excellent taste in women."

A ripple of laughter passed through the room. Vaggie rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind the gesture.

He let the laughter settle, let the weight of the moment sink in.

"If I’ve learned anything," he said, voice dipping lower, "it’s that love isn’t about perfection. It’s about choosing each other, every single day."

Vaggie inhaled softly, but it was Charlie who looked on the verge of shattering.

Alastor’s gaze swept across the room, lingering on them both, the candlelight catching in his eyes.

"And if anyone can make forever feel like an adventure," he murmured, "it’s the two of you."

Silence, heavy and reverent.

For a moment, no one moved.

Then—Charlie launched herself at him.

Alastor let out a soft “oof” as she threw her arms around him, tight and fierce, laughter breaking through tear-choked joy.

“Charlie, I’m not finished.”

She merely curled her arms tighter, and Alastor sighed as he put an arm around her.

He raised his glass higher, the champagne catching the light.

"To Charlie and Vaggie," he proclaimed, his smile genuine and warm. "May your love continue to grow, may your laughter never fade, and may you find endless joy in the adventure that lies ahead. I wish you all the happiness in the world."

The room erupted in a chorus of "Cheers!" as glasses clinked together.

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Someone get her another drink before she starts ugly crying." 

Charlie was carefully extracted from Alastor, and handed another drink. 

Lucifer exhaled, heart swelling.

His little girl, all grown up.

He glanced at Alastor, found him already watching, his expression unreadable but intensely present.

Whatever came next, Lucifer wouldn’t have to face it alone.

Lucifer hesitated—just for a moment—then clinked his flute against Alastor’s, the crystal singing at the contact.

As he sipped, Alastor’s hand ghosted against the small of his back, a quiet, lingering touch. A reminder. A promise.

<3<3<3

The night hummed forward, the warmth lingering. But just as Alastor moved toward the bar, intending to refill his drink—

A voice, sharp and sweet as a blade.

"A word, dear?"

Alastor stilled.

Lilith stood near the doorway, posture effortlessly poised, her smile sharp.

Alastor’s own remained untouched, practiced, charming.

"Lilith," he purred, stepping toward her, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"

She tilted her head. "Oh, I just thought we might catch up. I don’t think you and I have had a proper chat, ever, have we?”

“No, I don’t think we have.” Alastor tilted his glass to his lips. “What an oversight.” His tone let her know it was anything but.

Lilith's smile widened, a predatory glint in her eyes.

"Indeed. Perhaps we should rectify that oversight." She gestured gracefully toward the balcony doors. "Shall we step outside for a moment? The air in here is so…stifling."

Alastor's eyes narrowed imperceptibly behind his glasses.

He could sense the underlying current of tension, the unspoken challenge in Lilith's words. For a heartbeat, he considered declining, but the calculating look in her eyes gave him pause.

"Of course," he replied smoothly, his own smile never wavering. "After you."

They moved through the crowd with practiced ease, their departure barely noticed amidst the laughter and chatter. The balcony doors opened with a soft whisper, letting in a rush of cool night air nip at exposed skin.

The balcony was awash in silvery moonlight, casting long shadows across the ornate stonework.

The city sprawled out before them, a glittering tapestry of lights against the velvet darkness. In the distance, the faint sound of traffic mingled with the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.

Lilith leaned against the railing, her silhouette cutting a striking figure against the night sky.

Lilith leaned against the balcony, the expensive scent of her perfume curling between them, sickly sweet.

"I did some digging," she murmured, voice silk-smooth. "You’re quite an interesting young man, aren’t you?"

Alastor tilted his head, amused.

"My dear," he drawled, "if you wished to insult me, at least make it entertaining."

Lilith giggled, eyes narrowing slightly.

The air crackled between them, the weight of unspoken things pressing like a storm about to break.

Alastor could hear the laughter and warmth of the reception just beyond the door.

He could feel Lucifer somewhere in the crowd.

Whatever Lilith was here for, it wasn’t just small talk.

She wasn’t here for Charlie.

She was here for him.

And that?

Was very, very dangerous.

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Valentine’s Gift Messages

● Info: From Jan 20 - Feb 14, 2021, Aniplex offered a Valentine’s Day Gift where you could order a scarf & charm set of your Twst boy and send them a letter. These are the response cards that each of them sent back to you on May 15. ● Note: All of these were originally in English; I didn’t translate or edit them in any way.

Here is a thread of all their signatures!

Edit: Initially the Mostro Lounge was misspelt as “Monstro” in Azul’s card, but on May 25 this was acknowledged as a typo and those who had purchased the card were offered an exchange.

Riddle Dear friend, Thank you for the present. Your choice in gifts has absolutely delighted me. Tell you what, why don’t I invite you to a lovely afternoon tea later? Just as a way to express my gratitude. Of course, you won’t turn down the invitation, I trust?

Ace Hey you, Thanks for the present. But what’s up with the sudden gesture? Are you trying to apologize for something here? ...JUST KIDDING! I actually need to talk to you about something, too. See you in class later!

Deuce Friend, Thank you for the present. You surprised me a bit with that since we don’t often get chances to give our classmates gifts. I’m so happy! Today is going to be a great day. I’ll thank you again when I see you in class later!

Cater Helloooooo, Thanks for the present! It was totally awesome! I didn’t know you were an expert at choosing thoughtful gifts ♪ I already took a picture and put it up on Magicam, so go and give it a Like! ;)

Trey Hey you, Thanks for the gift. I didn’t expect anything from you, so you kind of surprised me. Now what should I give in return... I don’t want to give you something you don’t like, so please tell me: Is there anything you want? If there is, I’ll try to find it for you! Hope you have a great one!

Leona Good day, Etiquette dictates that I must express my gratitude for the thoughtful gift you have given me. Your offering is commendable as a show of loyalty and respect. If the mood takes me, I may even give you a little something in return.

Jack Friend, Thank you for the present. Just letting you know I got it. Let me treat you to a meal tomorrow. Whatever you want. ...I don’t like the idea of owing you a favor, so make sure you keep tomorrow open.

Ruggie Hey you, Thanks for the awesome gift. I’m gonna cherish it forever! Even if you ask for it back, you’re not getting it! Wow, this made my day so much better!

Azul My dear friend, Thank you so very much for this absolutely wonderful present. I am positively overjoyed to receive such an affectionate gift. When you have the time, please do drop by the Mostro Lounge. Present the enclosed card at the door and you can enjoy a complimentary drink on me.

Jade To my dearest, My most sincere gratitude for this splendid gift. I am truly moved by your careful consideration and good taste, and will cherish this present. In fact, I shall even display it in my room. Truly. Would I lie to you?

Floyd Little shrimpy, Hey, thanks for the gift! I don’t think it’s my birthday though, so what gives? It’s a little weird just getting something out of the blue. Don’t worry. I’ll get the reason for this outta you. Just you wait.

Kalim Hey love, Thank you for that wonderful gift! Getting something like this from you just put a smile on my face! Let me throw a feast to show my gratitude! After that, I’ll take you on a magic carpet ride, it’ll be really fun!

Jamil Dear friend, Thank you for the gift. To think I would receive something from you... Well, it caught me off guard. I’d like to give you something in return. Hmm... What should it be? What might you like? Why don’t you come down to Scarabia sometime and we’ll discuss over a cup of tea.

Vil My dear, How very brave of you to attempt finding a gift for ME. And I really must say, it is...not half bad. I suppose I will give you something in return, so be a dear and take this card I’ve signed for you. Now, hush. No need to do anything so gauche as weeping in gratitude. You’ve earned this.

Epel Dear friend, Thank you for the present! It’s really nice to get gifts from people other than my own relatives. I tried to get you something to say thank you, by the way. I think you’ll be pleased with it. Well, I hope so anyway. See you later.

Rook Hey love, Little birds, flying and singing among the flowers, with the warm rays of the sun shining above. The beautiful scenery of spring comes to mind whenever I close my eyes, and this is all thanks to your lovely gift. Merci! You have my sincerest gratitude, from the bottom of my heart.

Idia @YOU whatta shock thought i was sleep shopping or sth but then i opened the package and found ur gift. ur a bit of an oddball huh? y give someone like me a present? still, thx and all that. Kthxbye

Ortho Dear friend, Thank you for the present! It was wonderful! I was so happy to get it. Sooo, I tried to search online for some things you might like, but there are so many choices... I can’t pick just one! Promise me that next time I see you, you’ll tell me what you would like.

Malleus Dearest, My thanks for such a truly wonderful present. It is only fitting that I should give you something in return. How about the gift of beauty? Perhaps the gift of song? Or... Well, never mind. Just a joke based on the legends, you know. I shall give you something I picked out myself.

Silver Hey you, Thank you for the gift. I just got it. A heartfelt gift really does brighten someone’s day, huh? I actually did pick something out for you, and I hope you’ll be happy with itttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Sebek Human, I thought you had passed me an offering intended for Lord Malleus, but I was surprised to discover that it was meant for me. I see through your subterfuge! In truth, you simply wish to hear of Lord Malleus’s many great exploits, yes? That is WONDERFUL! Come to my room later, and I will tell you many stories of Lord Malleus!

Lilia My dear, Thank you for the present. Aren’t you the witty one, preparing a surprise for me like that? Who would have thought something like this might excite me so. It really is unbefitting someone of my age. I have enclosed my signature as a gesture of gratitude. Rejoice! It is a most rare and prestigious gift!

Crowley Dear student, Thank you for the present. You don’t think this gift will buy you anything, do you? I jest. I will gladly accept this. Seeing you excel in your duties as a janitorial staff...ah, I mean...as a dorm prefect... Well, to be honest, I am quite impressed. My expectations for you remain high going forward. Do keep up the good work.

Crewel Dear student, Thank you for the present. However, sending gifts to the faculty members is not appropriate. Evidently you still require discipline. If you wish to please me, then perhaps you should focus your efforts on improving your performance on your next test. Is that clear, puppy?

Trein Dear student, You have sent a present...to me? I am not especially fond of people stepping beyond their station. Students should focus their attention on other students, and behave accordingly. ...Having said that, I do appreciate the gesture. If there’s anything you don’t understand from my lectures, you are welcome to ask me.

Vargas Dear student, Thanks for the gift. I see you have become hopelessly obsessed with my impossibly perfect physique. In response to your understandable admiration, I will put together a training regimen just for you. Stick to it, and you will have the same bargelike physique that I do!

Sam My little imp... Hey, what’s up! I thought you were looking to sell me something valuable, but no! A present just for me! Well, my thanks for such a wonderful gesture. If there’s anything you may desire in the future, just drop by Mr. Sam’s Mystery Shop. So long as you want it, it’ll be in stock. You have my personal guarantee!

Grim Dear underling, Myahaha! So you remembered to present me with an offering, huh? I see great things in your future! Now just keep your every waking moment dedicated to serving me, the great Lord Grim, heart and soul, as I will one day become the greatest sorcerer in the world! You got that, partner?

[aniron48]

Love Letters - Day 7

Welcome to Day 7 of Love Letters, a 00q choose your own adventure! We are in the final stretch now--there will be one more poll tomorrow night, and then we'll wrap on Tuesday, 2/14 around 9:15ish EST.

If you're joining for the first time, you can catch up here: Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6

And if you've been voting with us all along, finally--finally--you've unlocked Eve Moneypenny! Well done, chaos muppets. Day 7 starts below the cut. 💜

He didn’t know what had brought Moneypenny to Bath, but it was imperative that he follow her and find out.

Bond waited in the shadow of a newsstand, pretending to look at magazines, until Moneypenny came out of the patisserie, carrying a small pink box wrapped in twine. After a moment, he began to follow, taking care to stay out of her line of sight. This close to the river, the February air had a wet chill to it that made Bond grateful for the scarf he’d brought with him from London. He wrapped it closer around his neck, taking care to arrange it so that it would further obscure his face from view if Moneypenny turned around.

He followed her south for awhile, and then west, toward the Pulteney Bridge. As Bond dodged patrons coming out of a coffee shop, Moneypenny suddenly turned down an alley behind one of the shops.

Bond picked up his pace, trying not to lose her. When he turned the corner, he found Moneypenny aiming a gun at him. Again.

“Once wasn’t enough, Moneypenny?”

“Jesus, Bond,” Moneypenny said, lowering her weapon. “You might want to consider redoing your surveillance training. I realized I had a tail three whole blocks ago. What are you doing here, anyway?”

“I might ask you the same thing.”

“I’m meeting someone.”

“Meeting whom, exactly? Did Mallory send you?”

“There you are, Eve,” said a voice from behind them. “Have you seen—“ Tanner stopped in his tracks. “Oh. Bond.”

“All right, what’s going on?”

Tanner opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Moneypenny grabbed him by the hand. “Fine. You’ve caught us. We’re having a bit of a lover’s holiday.”

Tanner looked from Moneypenny’s face to their joined hands and back again before saying, “Yes. A lover’s holiday.”

“I thought you were seeing that redhead in accounting. Brenna something.” Bond said.

“Yes, well, that’s why we’re sneaking around in Bath. Tanner hasn’t broken it off yet. Poor thing, she’s going to be devastated when she finds out.”

“Oh my god,” Tanner said faintly.

“But people bounce back. Brenda will bounce back, Tanner.”

“It’s Brenna.”

“Anyway, Bond, I don’t think you ever told us while you were here.” Moneypenny folded her arms.

Bond folded his arms back at her. “I’m here to buy Q a Valentine’s Day present. He’s been on about Bath since he watched Persuasion with you.”

“So you’re here to buy him—what, exactly?”

Bond reached for the first thing that came to mind. “A snow globe, if you must know. Of the city.”

“That’s surprisingly sweet. Let’s see it.”

“I haven’t bought it yet. I’m still looking.”

“Luckily for you, there’s a souvenir shop just around the corner,” Moneypenny said breezily. “Shall we go together?”

Twenty minutes later found Bond driving back to London with an extortionately-priced snow globe featuring a replica of the Bath Circus, and Tanner and Moneypenny crammed into the passenger seat of the DB8.

“We really could have taken the train back, Bond,” Tanner said.

“Really,” Moneypenny added, turning away to tap out a message on her mobile, accidentally elbowing Tanner in the stomach as she did so.

“Nonsense,” said Bond. “I insist. This will be much quicker. I know it’s a squeeze, but you lovebirds don’t mind a bit of a cuddle, do you?”

“Not at all,” Moneypenny said, smiling in a way that suggested she’d quite like to cut his brake lines.

“Unless there’s a reason you wanted to take the train, of course. If there is, just let me know, and I can drive you back to the station.”

“Well—“ Tanner began.

“No, no reason,” Moneypenny said. “I’m sure we’ll all enjoy the drive.”

“I know I will,” said Bond. He pulled up the music app on his phone, searched for the album entitled “Scotland: Bagpipe Classics,” and hit play.

Back in London, he dropped Tanner and Moneypenny in front of her building. Before they could walk away, however, Bond rolled down the driver’s side window. 

“Moneypenny,” he called after her. “Why were you and Tanner really in Bath?”

She walked back to the car and bent down to look in the window. “You first. I want the truth, Bond. Were you really there for Q?”

“Yes, I was. I can promise you that.”

She studied him for a minute, before saying, “Then let’s just say we have a mutual interest.”

She turned and walked away, lifting a hand in farewell.

Two days later, Bond received a package in the mail. It was a small, narrow box wrapped in brown paper, addressed to Bond in Q’s unmistakeable handwriting, and bearing a postmark from Bath.

Inside the box was an elegant fountain pen, the same cloudy-grey color as the Aston Martin, with the initials ‘JHB’ engraved on it in a looping monogram.

It couldn’t be.

Bond examined the pen from every angle, taking care not to drop or shake it, even though surely Q wouldn’t have sent the pen through the Royal Mail if it contained explosives.

At least, Bond didn’t think. 

He ran his fingers over the pen one more time, feeling for a catch or a hidden button, but aside from its beauty, the pen appeared to be unremarkable. Unless—yes. There it was.

There's no way I'd let you accidentally blow up Bond right before the end of this choose your own adventure, right? *OR WOULD I...???* 😁

[copiousloverofcopia]

First of the Valentine's Day/Lupercalia letters from Papa!

Tomorrow is the official beginning of Lupercalia I will be posting these for the next 4 days in celebration!!!

This one is for @angelstraiqhtfromhell!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

Commissions are still open. Please see pinned post for carrd information!

La mia piccola colomba,

I hope this letter finds you well. I can see you now, a curious grin on your face, but don't be surprised. I knew just where to find you, you could not resist going to them despite the chill could you? The orchids have been waiting for you to go out and sing to them. I swear you are the only one who can make them bloom.

I wish I could be out there with you. Hearing you serenade them in our garden, but alas I must manage things inside. Honestly that wasn't the reason I wanted to speak with you to begin with. Actually Lilith, what I wanted to say was in regards to this evening. There is something that has been haunting my thoughts for some time now and I can no longer escape its grasp.

I know that we briefly discussed this, though I would not begrudge you for not remembering. It was all those months ago, when I asked you to be mine. While I would have waited for you to broach the subject with me, well with the Lupercalia celebrations on the horizon I knew it was the perfect time to ask. 

You see, as patiently as I've tried to wait, I need you amore. Oh dolce Lucifero ho bisogno di te. I think about it often, you know? Taking you all day and night, the way Lucifer intended. 

I wish to feel you, raw and untamed around me. Be permitted to cum deep inside you. Would you like that dolce? Would you like me to fill you with my seed? 

Il solo pensiero di quanto sia incredibile la tua figa intorno a me mi fa venir voglia di venire. I want it more than anything Lilith. I want you to bear me a child.

I know I'm not a young man, and before you I would have scoffed at the thought, but now, seeing your sweet face, the love and tenderness inside you. I can't help but want to make a part of us eternal. I want to carry on my family name. Have a bambino of our own.

I know this is sudden, but if my calculations are right, then tonight is perfect. Blessed by the celebrations, if you will have me, we shall conceive. If you're not ready, I will understand, but know that I long to see you swollen with my child. 

Please think about it and if you want this as much as I do, meet with me tonight before the ceremonies at our spot. My beautiful Prime Mover, so that I might truly make you mine.

Papa Emeritus I

Notes:

La mia piccola colomba- my little dove

oh dolce Lucifero ho bisogno di te- oh sweet Lucifer do I need you.

Il solo pensiero di quanto sia incredibile la tua figa intorno a me mi fa venir voglia di venire.- Just thinking about how incredible your pussy feels around me makes me want to cum.

[make-me-imagine]

Sunflowers: Adoration

Valentines Special: Day Three

Day One: Morning Glories Day Two: Blue Salvias - Day Four: Pink Camellias

Plot: The reader keeps receiving flowers and sweet messages every day from an anonymous source leading up to Valentines Day. But who is sending them?

Choose your own character ending (coming on Valentines Day).

Gender!Neutral Reader x ???

Triggers: None        Words: 1,089

Marvel Taglist: @aquariuslavenderhoney, @thebookbakery, @groovyfluxie Requested Taglist: @spuffyfan394, @gaitwae, @fablesrose, @kitkatd7, @thefallenbibliophilequote, @beksib, @destynelseclipsa, @criminaly-supernatural, @tammythompson-singslikea-muppet, @belloangelus, @username23345, @hulkswitch, @theofficialzivadavid, @snarky--starky​, @saintbootlegloras​, @wecallhimbrowneyess​, @empath-bunny​, @okkulta​, 

February 8th

You hummed to yourself as you typed in more test codes for the program you were helping Bruce and Tony design. They had so much they needed to do, you volunteered to help, which they happily accepted. And you were happy to help, even though you had work of your own, you found that you had too much time to yourself. Too much time to worry about your secret admirer.

Was worry the right word? In all honesty, the curiosity was killing you. 

You were flattered at the thought, but also anxious at who it could possibly be. Your own anxieties were beginning to drive you insane. So you needed to distract yourself. Which you had been doing successfully so far. 

“Y/n!” 

You jumped in surprise as your name was bellowed from behind you. Turning you let out a breathy laugh “Thor, you scared me!” 

He laughed as he walked into the room “I apologize, I was just surprised to find you in Stark and Banner’s lab” he smiled as he set his hand on your shoulder in greeting.

Seeing movement behind him, you peaked around the God, to see Loki looking around “Hello Loki” you greeted, making his eyes dart to meet yours.

He smiled at you as he bowed slightly in greeting “Y/n”

“What are you two doing here?” you asked, your curiosity piqued. 

“We wanted to make sure that everything was going well here.” Thor said.

“That is his way of saying he got bored” Loki said as he moved to stand next to his brother “Which means, he had to drag me along as well.” he said with an air of annoyance. 

You smiled at this as Thor rolled his eyes “Well I’m sorry to say that nothing exciting has been happening here either” you said. Well, besides the fact that you have a secret admirer. But there was no need to let them know that. Especially not Loki. He would probably mock you and joke about it. Unless it was him? Or Thor? Nah, not their style, right? Besides, they haven’t been here. 

“Hey!” Bruce broke in as he entered the room “Thor! Loki.” he greeted the brothers “What are you guys doing here?”

“They’re bored” you said before Thor or Loki could. 

“Oh...well, if you want something to do. Nat and Clint are going on a scouting mission and they need others to go with them.”

“Perfect! I shall find them immediately, lets go Loki!”

“Um, no. You go. I have something better I can be doing.” 

“Like?” Thor asked.

Loki paused for a moment “Literally anything else.”

You snickered at his comment before waving goodbye to Thor. Loki turned to you and smiled “Y/n” turning to Bruce he nodded his head “Bruce”. You watched as Loki walked out of the lab before disappearing. You wondered where he was going. You hoped he would not get himself into trouble, he could have easily gotten out of coming to Earth if he wanted. 

“You’ve been here for a while Y/n, why not take a break?” Bruce asked as he eyed you.

You looked at the clock and saw that you had been here for several hours, remembering that you had not eaten anything you nodded your head “Yeah, I think I will. But if you need anything else just let me know” you smiled at him, as you left the lab. 

As you moved down the hall you yawned, working on a computer all day always made you tired. Maybe you needed a nap. As you moved towards the elevator, you saw Vision exit. Upon seeing you approaching the elevator, he held the door open and smiled at you “Hello Y/n.”

You smiled brightly at him “Hey Vision, where are you off too?”

“I will be assisting Agent’s Romanoff and Barton on their scouting mission, are you not going?”

You shook your head “Not this time. But Thor will be going I think, he showed up just a little while ago. But good luck, and be safe.” you said while entering the elevator. 

He smiled one last time at you as he removed his hands from the elevator doors “Of course. Thank you.”

After grabbing some food, you made your way to your room, deciding to do some paperwork while eating. As the elevator doors slid open and you exited out, you stopped in the hallway.

Placed at the base of your door, where the Morning Glories and Salvia bouquet had been placed before, sat a large bouquet of beautiful sunflowers in a glass vase. 

As you approached them you couldn’t help the astonished smile that spread across your face. Opening the door and setting your food inside, you went back to the flowers and picked them up.

You continued to smile as you brought them inside and set them on the kitchen table. Seeing the note sitting in the flowers, you debated opening it. What would it say this time? Another admission? Would it say who they were? Taking a breath, you picked up the note, opening it and reading the words out to yourself. 

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ Sunflowers.

Sunflowers, in the simplest form, mean “adoration”. I’m sure you can figure out what this means. But I wish to tell it to you anyways. I adore you. I adore your grace, and elegance, your compassion, kindness and bravery. There is no way I could not absolutely adore every fiber of your being. I hope someday soon, I can say this to you from my own lips, though I don’t think I would be able to be as poetic. But for now, please heed these words as being 100% honest and true. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~

You almost became breathless as you read the profound admission on the small paper. Your heart hammered in your chest as you read them over again, and again. 

“Someday soon” you repeated. Does this mean they intend to tell you who you are? Maybe on Valentines Day? You felt the now familiar sense of excitement and curiosity fill your stomach again. 

You had your secret desires about who it was, but you tried your best to keep an open mind. How could you reject someone who wrote such beautiful words for you? You could try to feel something for them, right? But the fear that it might not be who you hoped for made you feel guilt for the unknown admirer. 

But you knew, all you could do now was wait, and wonder. 

xx xx xx xx xx

Part 4 out tomorrow!~

Let me know if you want to be added to a taglist for the rest of this series. And let me know if you want to be tagged in all of the endings or just one/some (The available endings will be Bucky, Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor, Loki, Clint, Natasha, Wanda and Vision.)

[saturdaysky]

Hello hello, would you tell me more about the Simple Stress Relief WIP? It sounds exactly like my cup of tea :D

(from the ask me about my WIPs meme)

But of course! It may very much be your cup of tea. :)

This WIP began as part of a tiny Valentine’s Day fic & art exchange on discord, and sort of took off from there. Here’s the summary:

The first day of the Aeor expedition goes horribly, and Essek cannot sleep. It’s a good thing, then, that Caleb knocks on his door late at night with an offer: no words. No complicated conversations. Just some simple stress relief.

If only things were simple between them.

Basically, Essek and Caleb have a one night stand in an attempt to Not Think About Things. Naturally, this is an excellent idea that doesn’t have any messy emotional repercussions in the morning.

In addition to writing what I hope are some hot hot scenes, I took the chance to explore a few things I’m interested in:

Essek’s anxiety, made worse by the shitshow of adventuring

Essek’s dedication to making sure the Nein live, at cost to himself

The weight of being trusted with someone’s safety

I reread this WIP and there are parts of it I really like! I hope to finish it sometime. As such, I shall post part of two scenes. They’re long because I’m proud of this and want to share. The shadowgast one is under the cut.

CW for: descriptions of anxiety, injury, blood, canon-typical violence (all this content is also under the cut)

Essek vs an adventuring-induced nervous breakdown:

The fire is low. It’s such a silly thing to worry about, Essek knows, but a chill has crept into the room. It curls in the corners like one of the Tower cats, and twines about Essek in a persistent and annoying fashion. 

He rises and turns the logs with the pretty bronze stoker Caleb had provided as part of the suite. It does little to alter the fire; some effect of magery, he muses idly. Then he settles back in at the gorgeous, thoughtful Vermaloc-wood desk he can’t appreciate right now, and resumes his preparations. Caduceus had given him tea earlier, and the homely cup pins down the corner of Essek’s notes.

(“You look like you could use a bit of soothing,” the firbolg had said, pressing a cup into Essek’s hands. “The Savalas were always good for that, very kind folks.” Essek had not even tried to comprehend the link between the two statements, merely thanked him and left.)

The brew had been good for his nerves when he’d remembered to drink it. Unfortunately, the chill has stolen this too, and the tea has long since gone unpleasantly cold.

He moves to replace the chipped cup on its saucer and stares blankly at his notes on hazards encountered on the first day of the Nein’s expedition into Aeor.

The day was… long. But they have all made it in one piece, so Essek has done his job, if he can only make his body believe it. Energy still thrums in his veins, and every sound, every quiet soothing whisper the Tower makes sets his teeth on edge. His shoulder aches, too, a distant pain he does his best to ignore.

There’s no threat here, in Caleb’s wonderful spell. It’s safe. Very few things can penetrate a well-hidden Mansion, and the Nein are comfortable, so Essek should be as well.

But.

But.

It has been only one day in the shattered city and his friends have skirted death a dozen times. It is difficult, he finds, to chase away the images of blood pooling in broken Aeorian cobblestones. Impossible to unhear the Nein's anguished yells or the soft oh Veth let out when a hidden ward impaled her before Essek’s eyes.

He does not know how to forget the heat of arterial blood as it seeps through his clamped fingers, nor the terrible speed at which it escapes the body of a friend. The phantom warmth of it still courses over his skin when his thoughts wander from his notes, like it has carved a channel in his mind and is flowing still.

It’s not. They’d all made it out, like they always do. But it is worse than he’d ever imagined, to adventure with the Nein. It’s terrifying.

The teacup rattles in its setting. Essek unclenches frozen fingers and lets it go, then presses his face into his hands, as if a barrier of bone and flesh could stop the images from painting themselves across his eyelids when he blinks.

Tomorrow will be better, he hopes. He has twelve and a half double-sided pages of notes on the dangers encountered, with proposed methods of avoidance and disposal. He has fixed them in his mind. Now he needs to rest so he can cast, but if the shocky pulses of adrenaline that hit him with each wayward memory of the day are anything to go by, rest will be elusive.

Well, when the mind is unwilling, the body must make do; he will have to wait for exhaustion to take him, and hope it is enough. He settles himself on the bed — thoughtfully equipped with both a padded incline for trancing and covers for sleeping — and breathes, and waits, and grows cooler by the minute.

It is paradoxically easier to ignore the images if he leans into them, he learns. Veth’s blood, hot and bright. The snick of the ward, which he will remember forever, just as he will the acrid smell of the ward-spell. Pain — an impact, nauseating but unimportant. Heartbreak and terror, on the faces of the Nein.

If he wears these sensations into his mind, the edges of them will fray and become familiar. A steady horror is better than an unsteady drumbeat of shock, at least for resting.

Time passes. Memory frays. And then, there’s a knock at the door.

Caleb proposes a one-night stand:

"I cannot sleep either," Caleb eventually murmurs into the silence. Essek considers what to do with the statement, and then Caleb adds, “But maybe we can help each other.”

He raises his head just enough to look at Essek from beneath his lashes, then leans forward and reaches out a hand slowly, pausing just before touching Essek's cheek. Essek can feel the slight heat of Caleb's skin in the air, and his throat goes dry.

Whatever Caleb wants is going to hurt, he thinks, and it's going to work because Essek is weak.

Caleb’s hand trembles. "You are right, you know. I did not knock on your bedchamber to talk. There is... much between us that requires words, but- This. This could be simple, for now. Tonight, it could just be us. There are many ways to forget."

Caleb is looking at him desperately, hungrily, from beneath those lashes and his regard sears through Essek, knocking the air out of him.

But the feeling sours in his stomach. He is done with that whole game. He lost it, utterly, and couldn’t see it until he’d traded away any chance at winning. Now, his remaining life can be counted in months, if not days. Now, thousands have died for Essek’s fruitless curiosity. Now, nothing is simple between himself and Caleb.

Oh. Perhaps Essek will get what he wants after all. It could be simple. He has done simple before: the garnering of a favor in exchange for his nights. It had been easy enough, sometimes pleasant, and had mostly provided useful leverage in gaining power to pursue his goals.

Tonight, something in him craves the simplicity on offer, of losing one's self entirely in the physical. It thrills him in a way it has not before.

"Caleb,” he says in a voice that is less steady than he’d like, “We both know you do not trust me, so why are you offering this?"

Caleb’s eyes take him in, inch-by-slow-inch. His palm settles on Essek's cheek. 

Caleb swallows audibly, and he looks over Essek with naked heat in his eyes. All at once, Essek becomes intensely aware that he’s wearing nothing but an open shell of his robes over a close-fitting black underlayer. There's a lot to see, if one was looking.

Desire hits Essek so strongly he's dizzy with it.

He wants this. He wants to push out the horrible memories of the day and replace them with Caleb’s callused hand sliding under his shirt and holding him close. He wants to hear Caleb’s beautiful voice roughen as they take each other apart, and then he wants to kiss that clever mouth so deeply that Caleb forgets his troubles and thinks only of Essek and pleasure and safety and hope, like those are things Essek could give him.

Caleb drags his gaze back up to meet Essek’s. His hand is distractingly warm. "We don't need trust for this," he says. 

It’s what Essek was expecting, but it stings anyway.

[mm2305]

Eta Aquariids

For @choicesmaychallenge2021 day 6 entry

Pairings : Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Olivia Valentine)

Rating : Teen and up audiences

Warnings / words : none just fluff / around 1.2 k

Description : Ethan and Olivia watch a meteor shower together.

A/N : Hello everyone. I originally wanted to make a picta edit but then I thought "why not write this little piece?" so here it is. No beta, so all mistakes are mine. This is far from perfect and would need a lot more job to be more decent, but here it is.

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It was late afternoon and after a hectic day at work, Olivia was going through her last rounds for the day before she got home. She would pass by Ethan's office to say goodbye of course, but she couldn't wait to take off her heels and wear one of her huge t-shirts and relax. As she was heading for her last patient's room, she heard a *ding* from her phone. Stopping outside the room, she opened the app and found a text from Ethan.

Olivia closed the chat after responding to Ethan and put her phone away. Her brows were furrowed in curiosity about what he had planned for them. At the thought of him though she couldn't help but grin a bit, certain that whatever he had come up with , would be magnificent.

-v-

When Olivia got home later that evening though, curiosity had gotten the best of her. She tried to remember if there were any special occasions to be celebrated, like a success at work, an anniversary or even his birthday. No way, I would remember all our anniversaries and his birthday isn't any time soon. There must be something I'm missing, she wondered sighing.

She tried to shook off that feeling - again- and hopped in the shower to wash away the grim of the day, the hot water making her tense muscles relax. Then, she had dinner -mental note, thank Sienna for the chicken- and went to her bedroom to get ready. Hmm he said to bring a warm jacket. So we probably need something casual. With that in mind she grabbed her favorite pair of blue jeans, a white hoodie, tied her hair to a high ponytail and wore her sneakers. Just as she was checking herself in the mirror, she got a text from him.

I'm outside

She took her keys, phone, wallet and a jacket and rushed down the stairs to find him.

When Olivia got in the car, she quickly pulled him in for a kiss.

"Hey", she greeted him, still a little out of breath, their foreheads pressed together.

"Hello yourself gorgeous", he replied with a soft smile, reserved only for her.

"Ready to go?"

" Yes". She took his hand in hers and put their joined hands in her lap.

After a little while of easy conversation about work, she noticed they were getting out of town.

"Will you finally tell me where we are going?", she asked for the millionth time that night.

" No", he replied smirking.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?"

" I don't know what you're talking about"

"You'll let your girlfriend die out of curiosity, you cruel old man?"

"I'm sure you'll be fine. And I'm choosing to ignore the old man comment.", Ethan said chuckling at how dramatic she is. He'd be damned though if he didn't love her for it.

Half an hour later they reached a hill and Ethan stopped the car.

"What are we doing here?"

"Patience is a virtue darling"

Smirking she got on her tiptoes and whispered huskily in his ear "I'm sure you agree that I have many other virtues and assets to compensate for that one Dr Ramsey"

"Maybe you'd like to give me a demonstration Dr Valentine?", he teased lifting his eyebrow.

"Depends."

"On?"

"Whether you tell me what we are doing here or not"

They both burst out laughing at that and went to take the blankets Ethan had brought with him and spread them on the ground.

They both laid down and Ethan immediately took her in his arms, Olivia's head resting on his shoulder. A comfortable silence settled over them.

"It's so beautiful and quiet here, isn't it?", she murmured quietly.

"It is. And it's going to get better."

"What do you mean?"

"Look at the sky my love ."

She turned her head upwards and the sight took her breath away. Away from the busy city lights and pollution, the midnight blue of the sky was crystal clear and every star on the horizon perfectly visible. What's more though is the meteor shower that was happening right that moment. Dozens of tiny, bright sparks illuminated the sky as they fell, creating a spectacle that rendered her completely and utterly speechless.

Then it clicked.

"Eta Aquariids", she breathlessly uttered.

"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out earlier to be honest."

"It slipped my mind this year. May 6th. The peak of the phenomenon. How did you know I wanted to see this someday?", she turned to him taking his face in her hands, her forest green eyes locked to his baby blue ones.

"Your sister told me about it a couple of weeks ago. Did you enjoy this?", he answered her , kissing her knuckles softly.

"Did I enjoy this? Ethan this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me! Thank you so much!" she reversed their position so she was on top of him, straddling his waist, and she pressed her rosy lips to his for a passionate kiss.

"Mmm Olivia...", he groaned, his hands roaaming across her back bringing her closer to him, her subtle floral perfume flooding his senses, making him drown in her.

Her delicate hands reached to his head to grab a fistful of his hair, her nails slightly scratching his scalp making him groan again, while continuing kissing him senseless.

A few moments later they were still in each other's embrace, when Ethan heard her shiver.

"Lets go home shall we? It's gotten quite cold", he stood up offering his hand to her, the moonlight shining across his features, illuminating the sharp contours of his face, his slightly flushed cheekbones and his warm eyes. She could see his mouth moving, but she couldn't hear what he was saying too absorbed in the breathtaking sight in front of her. "My God does he know how handsome he is?", she thought wordlessly, her heart having skipped a beat.

"Oliv?", his call broke her out of her reverie and she finally noticed she was staring.

"Yes? Sorry I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?", she shook her head a bit to clear her head.

" I was asking you if you wanted to come to my place tonight"

"Damn. I don't have an overnight bag with me"

"You can have one of my shirts. I'm almost sure there are a couple of yours in my closet too. Tomorrow is a day off for us so there's no problem for work."

"You have planned everything in detail haven't you?", she stroked his cheek lovingly smiling up at him.

"Of course. Anything for you.", he leaned into her touch pressing his hand over hers, somehow always after her touch, seeming to never get enough of it.

Linking their hands together, they began heading back to the car, both of them certain that from now on, they would watch the Eta Aquariids together every year.

-v-

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[serowotonin]

❝︎be mine❞︎ | valentine’s special

➽─ a love letters collab piece dedicated to @play90soi ─❥

#SYNOPSIS ❥ a letter of confession after nearly a year leads you back to a lost love.

#PAIRING ❥ ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader #WORDCOUNT ❥ 1.3k #GENRE ❥ mostly fluff, maybe a bit of angst? exes to lovers #WARNING ❥ mentions of breakup, uh not well written emotions, unedited

#NOTE ❥ um it’s not the best but happy late valentines !! and i hope u like it<3

Dear L/n Y/n,

This Valentine’s would be the first we spend together as a couple and I’m hoping I will be able to make it memorable enough for you. Although we haven’t been together long, I have grown very fond of you over these last 2 months. Which is why I wanted to give you something special and personal for Valentine’s day. 

I have never given anyone anything on Valentine’s day before so please forgive me if what I prepared wasn’t enough. 

Honestly, I don’t know what to write in this letter. Tendou says to just write how I feel about you but my feelings are somewhat hard to describe.

If I think about it, I would say being with you is as fun as playing volleyball. They are different of course but as volleyball is a big part of my life, so are you.

You are easy to talk to and a generally engaging person to be around. There are many things about you I find curious and drawn to but all of those little things make you who you are and I am drawn to you as a whole. 

I know I may not be as expressive as others but do know I care for you a great deal and do take notice of the little things about you. I may not show it outwardly though as I am unsure how to. The best example of this would be when you smile.

I don’t know how to react when you smile because it gives me an indescribable feeling I want to feel again when the moment fades. This is why I often bring you your favorite foods or snacks. It is to see that smile painted on your happy, cheerful face. 

Hopefully, this letter too will bring a smile to your face.

Happy Valentine’s day Y/n. Thank you for being patient with me so far and thank you for being in my life. 

Sincerely,

Ushijima Wakatoshi

You stared at the letter in your hand. This wasn’t your first time reading it, but funnily enough, you still felt all the same emotions as you did the first time around.

It was hard to believe that was two years ago, when you and Ushijima were experiencing the freshness of high school romance, and all the ups and downs that came with it afterwards.

Would you say you miss him? You did. But you two were on a break… a break that seems to be lasting nearly as long as the time you two were together.

It was for the best though. High school relationships barely made it past college anyways. You two were both busy people too.

Well, those were the same excuses you always used.

Excuses or not, you two weren’t together at the moment and although you may not want to admit it, it hurts.

It hurts even more once you realized tomorrow was going to be Valentine’s day. 

First time spending it alone in a while… Oh well, no point in dwelling on it too much now. Might as well just go to sleep. 

➽───────────────❥

Waking up to sunlight streaming through the cracks of your curtains would’ve been a great way to start the day was it not for the terrorizing shrieking of your alarm clock that accompanied it. 

Tired, you moved one hand to shut the alarm as the other pulled off the blankets with a flourish. 

Yes today was Valentine’s day, but it was also a Sunday, your day off. 

After a satisfactory breakfast and shower, you draped yourself lazily on the couch thinking of anything you could do today. 

‘There was that pile of mail from yesterday I could go through?’

And so you left the couch in favor of something more productive.

Pulling the pile of envelopes from the cupboard in which you stashed them, you brought them over to a nearby table and begun sorting through them.

Most were just the usual, coupons and bills. There were some advertisements littered through the pile too, and an envelope with familiar handwriting adorning the front.

You took in a deep breath, and opened the envelope. Unfolding the paper found inside, you were met with the same curves and strokes from the letter you read just last night.

Dear L/n Y/n,

How are you? It’s been a while since we talked to each other. It’s been even longer since we’ve seen each other last. I hope you are doing well, in both your studies and any other ventures you may have. 

You might wonder why I sent you this letter after all this time and the truth is that I miss you. It took me a while to realize but I miss being with you. You were always a comforting force and my rest from volleyball and school activities.

I understand that we aren’t together now due to distance and the fact that we’re both busy people. I am not asking that we get back together because that in itself would have enough complications. However, if you’re willing, I would like to at least be able to spend a day with you.

Are you free on Valentine’s this year? Because if you are, I would like you to be mine again, if only for a day.

Sincerely,

Ushijima Wakatoshi 

You read it once, twice, and once again. Were your eyes deceiving you or did Ushijima just write you a love letter, again, nearly a year after you broke up. 

You looked at the date and saw this was sent to you almost a week ago, but since you didn’t collect your mail until yesterday you didn’t see it..

You started panicking slightly wondering if it’s too late to answer. It was still morning though. There was still time.

Rushing to find your phone, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to Ushijima’s name. Before you could think, you pressed call and held the phone to your ear, waiting for a response.

On the second ring, he picked up.

“Hello Y/n.”

“Hi.. Ushi,” you replied not quite sure what to call him. “Um I just read the letter you sent me and I’m sorry for the really late reply but yes.”

You heard a deep breath from the other end.

“Yes..?”

“Yes I am free today and yes I would like to be yours again.”

He didn’t say anything but you swear you could see him smiling through the phone.

“Then, shall I come over to your place?”

“That would be great. Thank you Ushi.”

“Thank you too Y/n. I’ll see you in a while.”

“Ok, see you.”

➽───────────────❥

As night grew and morning loomed close, it was time he left. Today had been enjoyable, more than that even, and you could tell Ushijima felt the same.

Goodbyes were difficult, this one seeming especially so. Standing at your door, he turned to face you.

He didn’t seem to know what to say and neither did you. 

“I’ll be going now then. Goodnigh—“

“Wait, um, I know you said only for a day but really, I don’t think I want it to just be a day…”

He looked at you, eyes widened, and he smiled. 

“I didn’t want it to be just for a day either.” 

You smiled back, “Well, I guess we’ll figure something out then?”

“I’m free on Wednesday if you want to talk and figure it out,” he replied almost instantly.

“I think I’m free too. It’ll be a date then.”

He nodded and looked at the time, saying he probably should get going now. As he opened the door though, you snuck closer and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. You could see he practically melted at that but he didn’t say anything except for a goodbye and a goodnight.

You returned those before closing the door behind him and walking back to your room.

Laying on your bed a while later, you stared up at the ceiling.

You weren’t sure what the future would hold, but you knew you were looking forward to what’s coming.

#TAGLIST ❥ @lilikags @luna-in-luv

[fangirl-ramblings]

Pairing: Charles Smith x Female Readee

Word Count: 3222

Summary: Love is in the air around camp, but has Cupid's arrow somehow missed you and Charles?

Notes: The fluffiest of fluff, Reader POV / Charles POV

This @rdr-secret-cupid gift is for one of my favourite people - @12timetraveler. My sincere apologies for this Valentine's / birthday present being so late, but hopefully it's well worth the wait 😘

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Cupid's Arrow

Reader's POV

14th Feb 1899

You looked around to see Dutch sitting in his tent, whispering sweet nothings to Miss O'Shea while Sean was trying his hardest to win over Karen, whose icy demeanour was starting to thaw with each passing drink he was plying her with. Hell, even John had had a little too much to drink and summoned the courage to pick a small posy of flowers and present them to Abigail as a small Valentine's gift. 

You liked seeing the camp happy like this, all relaxed in each other's company; the likes of Javier and Tilly sitting next to each other as the former strummed on his guitar and filled the air with a sweet melody, or young Mary-Beth, enjoying the latest romance novel she acquired, only to tear her eyes away from the page to gaze lovingly towards an oblivious Arthur before continuing her story.

And while Micah's grumbling about it "not bein' right, someone like him talkin' to a fiiinnnne woman like her," as he watched young Lenny saying something to make Jenny giggle from across the way, was enough to for everybody to tell him to shut up, it certainly wasn't enough to dampen the mood around the place.

It was even nice to see Miss Grimshaw laugh and smile as she joined the older camp members in their reminiscences about previous Valentine's days with their own past loves, soon followed by raucous singing of filthy songs but as you took your makeshift seat of a crate at the poker table, you couldn’t but help feel Cupid’s arrow had struck everyone and somehow bypassed you. 

You had secretly hoped that Charles would have joined in with the party, but the minute Dutch wound up his gramophone Charles had disappeared into the woods to take his position on guard duty.

While you'd taken many opportunities to try to make conversation and try to get to know him better over the last few months, you still found him to be a man of few words - but you liked that about him. The camp was full enough of loud-mouthed characters like Sean and Uncle that any moment you found yourself sitting in a comfortable silence with Mr. Smith was bliss.

As the night drew on and more and more alcohol was heartly consumed by all, you felt your eyes growing heavy and couldn’t summon the energy to sing along with the lyrics of “The Louisville Maid”.

   "Well as fun as this is, I'm gonna call it a night," you announced to your campmates, knowing full well that nobody was really listening. You sighed as they were caught up in their merriment and headed towards your tent… only to walk straight into Charles.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, giving you a small smile as he placed those big, strong hands of his upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot.

Your face burned as you felt your face grow redder and with each passing second as you enjoyed his gentle but firm touch, causing you to look away to avoid staring into those beautiful, deep brown eyes of his. You hoped that he thought your flushed appearance was a result of all the alcohol running through your veins and not the thought currently running  through your mind; what it would be like if he suddenly dipped and kissed you with a fervent passion?

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay, thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" Your brow furrowed as you tried to rack your brain. Had you arranged to go on a job and completely forgot? Charles watched you, with a confused look. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment, "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, making you weak at the knees.

He cleared his throat and moved his hand away. "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

You watched him walk to his tent, before heading to your own. Still smiling to yourself, you drew the flaps shut and fell on the cot, relieving that brief moment you just had with Charles over and over as you closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you.

15th Feb 1899

As the sun beamed through the gaps of your tent, you woke up to a very different camp atmosphere compared to the night before. It was eerily quiet; with everybody still in bed, sleeping off the hangovers they'd given themselves at the party.

Deciding to make the most of having a quiet camp all to yourself, you sat yourself up and stretched - your muscles and joints aching in a way that made you laugh. Another year older today and your body was certainly reminding you of that fact with all the aches and pains you suddenly started feeling. 

A part of you doubted anybody else would be able to remember that today was your birthday but you smiled as you saw Mary-Beth hadn't forgotten; she'd wrapped a romance novel with one of her ribbons and left it on your trunk. Next to it was a little handwritten note from her, wishing you a very happy birthday and how "the way the heroine in this story reminds me of how you act around Charles, maybe if you read it you'll end up with your true love too. x"

You playfully rolled your eyes; ever the romantic, Mary-Beth had seen you gazing at Charles one day and decided you were destined to be together.

Pulling on some fresh clothes, you stepped outside and made your way towards the coffee pot, presuming nobody would have thought to wash it out and prepare it ready for the morning. Yet, to your surprise, you lifted it up to find it freshly brewed and still piping hot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking behind you carrying some logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” you laughed, pouring yourself a cup. “You want one?” you asked, offering Charles the filled mug currently in your hand.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up.” 

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done," you giggled knowing from previous experience how badly Susan seemed to suffer from next morning hangovers.

He carefully placed the chopped wood next to the campfire before turning his attention back to you. "Oh I bet," he grinned, his eyes twinkling. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" Curiosity had gotten the best of you and you were intrigued to know what he was thinking.

   "I saw supplies were running low and was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," rushing his words out before casting his eyes to the ground. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" you teased. 

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company." 

You stood gobsmacked as he turned away from you, quickly making his way over to Taima, pulling something from her saddle.

   "I… I'd like to spend time with you too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." You hung your head in disappointment, mentally kicking yourself that this could be your one chance to be alone with the man you'd admired for all these months - and you've lost it because you never took the time to invest in decent hunting equipment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told you, pulling out an ornate looking bow and handing it to you. "I made it… for your birthday."

   "For me?" Shocked by his act of kindness, you traced your fingers over each of the detail engravings that ran along each of the limbs, tears starting to cloud your vision. "This is beautiful, but are you sure you mean to give this to me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” A sudden flash of fear crossed Charles’ eyes as he realised what he had just said, his body tensing.

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek, his body relaxing as he realised he hadn't made a mistake in telling you.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." You gently thumbed his cheek, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?" You suggested as you signaled for Charles to see what you could see. 

Stood behind him was a small audience of John and Mary-Beth, both of whom were grinning over to you both. 

Charles playfully rolled his eyes and walked  you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, trying to read your expression.

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all."

Charles' POV

14th Feb 1899

   “I’ll take over here if you want,” John grumbled, clutching his face as he approached where Charles was currently taking up guard duty in the wooded area on the outskirts of camp. “I reckon my Valentine's night is as good as over.”

Charles turned to face his campmate, the moonlight showing a fresh red looking handprint across John's cheek. "You blew it with Abigail then?"

   "Yep, I pushed my luck just a little too much," John chuckled lightly, "But I'm sure I'll  survive. Go on, you go enjoy yourself… I saw [y/n] looking all lonesome up there, she could probably do with some company."

John waggled his eyebrows as Charles pretended to scowl; alcohol had given him loose lips one night and he had ended up confiding in Arthur and John about his feelings about the camp lady he'd taken a shine to. But he couldn’t hold the expression for long as a smile crept over his lips he thought about you.

   "I'll probably just get some shut-eye instead, but I have been busy making this for her." He lifted up a beautiful bow that was resting against a nearby trunk. "It's her birthday tomorrow and she mentioned once she'd be interested in learning to hunt properly."

   "You're a big old softie, ain't you Charles Smith?" John chuckled. "Well, I'm sure she'll appreciate the thought."

   “Don’t you go ruining my reputation, John,” he laughed, making his way to the clearing where all the gang's horses grazed peacefully.

Taima looked up, nickering as she saw her owner nearby.

   “Just a passing visit for now girl, but we can go out on a ride tomorrow,” he whispered to her, stroking her neck as she nuzzled against him. “In the meantime, I want you to keep this safe for me.” Charles lifted his saddle onto the hitching post that Taima was attached to, and carefully placed the bow into the holster on it. She watched her owner with curiosity, her ears pricking up as heard Charles rummaging in his saddlebag to retrieve an apple to reward his trusted Appaloosa for her loyalty. 

The music was still playing as he walked back into camp, only this time it was Pearson’s accordion and Uncle’s banjo that filled the air as Miss Grimshaw sang a bawdy song. It was clear that the party wasn't ending anytime soon, but that wasn't going to stop Charles from trying to get some sleep. Heading towards his tent, he found himself looking around for a quick glance of his heart's desire, only for you to crash straight into him.

   "Whoa, careful there," he told you, gently placing his hands upon your arms to help stop you from falling over on the spot. He could have swore he felt a jolt of electricity flowing through his veins as his skin touched yours.

   "Sorry Charles, I… I… I hadn't realised you'd finished your shift already. Want a drink?"

    "I'm okay thank you, I was gonna try and get some sleep… and I think you should too - big day tomorrow isn't it?" A flash of confusion crossed your face and Charles began to doubt himself. "Oh, I thought you'd mentioned the other day that it was your birthday? Maybe I got it wrong?" 

   "Oh my word, yes it is," you gasped in wonderment. "I can't believe you remembered."

   "Guess I just have a good memory for special occasions," he grinned, brushing a loose hair from your face without thinking, before catching himself and moving his hand away.

Not really wanting the moment to be over but knowing he must tear himself away lest he stay admiring you all night, he cleared his throat. 

   "Well we best both go get some shut eye before the sun comes up. Good night and sweet dreams." 

Making the short walk back to his own tent,  his heart soared as he thought back over your reaction to him remembering your birthday. Now he couldn’t wait to see how you would react to your present.

Settling on his bed roll, he watched you draw your tent closed before allowing himself finally sleep and dream of you.

Charles found himself waking at the crack of dawn, just as the last few stragglers were stumbling towards their bedrolls . Realising he could effectively have the tranquillity of camp to himself,  he gladly jumped up and set about getting ready for a new day.

Firstly he made his way over to Pearson’s wagon to grab a few coffee beans and started brewing a fresh pot. Noticing the meat supplies were running dangerously low, Charles made a mental note to go out hunting later and wondered if this could be the ideal opportunity to ask the birthday girl to join him.

While he waited for that certain someone to wake up, he had already  stoked the fires back to life and disposed of the empty bottles that were scattered all around camp before finally enjoying a short break with a fresh cup of coffee.

It wasn't until he had made a start on chopping wood he had heard footsteps behind him and smiled to himself as he looked over to see [y/n] making her way over to the coffee pot.

   “I figured everybody would be wanting some when they woke up,” Charles chuckled, walking up to her with an armful of logs for the campfire.

   “I’d say; seems they all had a lot to celebrate,” she laughed in that sweet way that made Charles’ feel all warm inside as she poured a cup. “You want one?” asking as she offered the mug in her hand towards him.

   “I’m okay thanks, I had one before I made a start on tidying the place up," he explained, walking over towards where the chopped wood was to be stored.

   “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t worry too much about that today - Grimshaw will have such a headache, she'll be far more focused on getting all the quieter jobs done,"

Charles chuckled as he carefully placed the firewood down before realising this was his chance and turned his attention back to you.

   "Oh I bet," grinning with a twinkle in his eyes. "Actually, I have an idea that might help keep camp running smoothly and stop people grumbling.'

   "Oh?" you asked, tilting your head with curiosity.

He had noticed in the past that each time you asked a question about something that had piqued your interest, you would often tilt your head in this way and found it utterly adorable.

   "I was thinking of doing some hunting later… a good hearty stew might be what the others need to recover," Charles rushed his words out before looking away bashfully. "I, erm… I was wondering if you wanted to join me?"

   "What? Because I'm the only other person sober enough to safely use a weapon right now?" she smirked, and he felt his insides flip-flop. She was so damn beautiful.

   "That's one reason, but I'd also like some good company," he told her, quickly turning to go fetch the bow from Taima’s saddle.

    "I… I'd like to enjoy your company too, but I'm afraid my pistol is no good for hunting." She lowered her head in what seemed to be disappointment.

   "I can help you with that," Charles told her, carefully placing the bow in her hands. "I made it….for your birthday."

   "For me?" He watched as she traced her fingers over the engravings he spent so much time on, hoping the tears brimming in her eyes were because she was overjoyed. "This is beautiful… but are you sure it's for me?"

   "Of course… a beautiful bow for a beautiful lady.” He kicked himself inwardly for saying it aloud, 

   "You… think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes looking deep into his, searching for the truth.

He nodded. "The most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. If it's too awkward, we can just forget the hunting…"

He stopped mid-sentence as you kissed his cheek. The feeling of embarrassment replaced by one feeling like he could soar into the sky right now.

   "It's not awkward at all, I've liked you for a long time but I could never work out if the feeling is mutual." Gently thumbing his cheek, you suggested, "Let's go on this hunting trip and talk about this in private shall we?"

He followed your gaze to see Mary-Beth and John grinning at you both as they stood by their tents. 

Playfully rolling his eyes, Charles guided you away from their gaze. 

   "Sounds like a good idea, wanna head out now?"

   "Lead the way Mr. Smith." You held out your hand and he gladly took hold.

   "Oh wait, you'll need some of these too" he reached back into his saddle to hand you a bunch of arrows… only to be confused as he heard you laughing.

    "What's so funny?" Charles asked, hoping thewhole entire moment wasn't a set up so camp could make fun of him

   "Nothing… just looks like Cupid's arrows found me after all"

[itspufflehuff]

According to Plan - Bucky Barnes Imagine

Summary: You like Bucky and Bucky likes you. So whats the problem? The answer should be nothing but when Bucky tried to ask you out for Valentine’s Day things dont always go according to plan.

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Thank you so much @not-another-fangirl​ for putting a request in! I always have fun writing out the ideas you all give me so please if you ever have anymore send them my way! 

Happy Valentines Day everyone! I hope you all have an amazing and safe day with your friends, family, and/or partners! This is one of three imagines I will be posting today.

Word Count: 3,143

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There was no doubt you and Bucky liked each other. Everyone could see the way he looked at you and you looked at him.

Well everyone except you two.

The moment Bucky saw you he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen. Then when he saw you fight for the first time it was like Cupid struck him. You were strong, beautiful, smart, and independent. The perfect girl for him.

You read all about the Howling Commandos and Bucky Barnes when you were in school. You saw his pictures and wondered why a man like that couldn't live in your time. Then to your surprise, a man like that was living in your time and it wasn't just any man, but Bucky Barnes himself. When you first met him you played it cool but inside you were screaming with excitement because the man you crushed on from the history books was standing right in front of you.

However despite the lingering looks, the partnering up on missions, and the touched shoulders every time you sat next to each other neither of you could see just how much you liked each other.

This would be your first Valentine's Day as an Avenger. You and all the other single Avengers were planning on spending it together as a group. What Bucky really wanted was to spend it with you alone, but he was too unsure of himself to pluck up the courage to ask you. That was until Steve talked some sense into him, "What is wrong with you?"

Bucky looked at his best friend confused, "Excuse me?"

"There is a beautiful girl a few rooms down who is clearly into you like you're into her, yet you still don't ask her out?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bucky stuttered.

"Oh come on!" Steve threw his arms in the air, "Everyone can see the way you look at each other. You're clearly smitten. You should as her out for Valentine's Day."

"You really think so?" Bucky asked unsurely.

"Yes. You need to ask her out before someone else does."

So he set his plan into motion. Valentine's Day is less than 24 hours away so he'll make the most of the time he's got to ask you to be his Valentine and set up a date.

No pressure.

First up on his checklist: ask you out. As the day went on it turned out to be easier said than done. His first attempt was to send you some chocolates with a note attached. He walked to the nearest store selling boxes of chocolates and picked the biggest of the bunch. When he got back to his room he found some nice parchment paper in one of his drawers, ripped a piece off, and wrote, "Will you be my Valentine? -B" Using one of Tony's robotic helping hands he sent the chocolates to your room. He told the machine to come back to him once it was delivered so he could walk in and ask for your answer.

However, things did not go according to plan. Somehow there was some miscommunication and the chocolates got sent to Natasha's room. Upon reading the letter she assumed the 'B' stood for Bruce. Natasha happily visited him in his lab agreeing to go out with him. Bruce was very confused but decided not to ask questions, whatever happened got him a date so he didn't care!

"I hate technology," Bucky whispered to himself when he saw Natasha eating some of the chocolates on the common room couch.

His second attempt was to buy you flowers and ask you face to face, seeing as how that was the only trustworthy way to get it done. He put on his nicest shirt, making sure to save his fancy outfit for the big day, and went to the florist that happened to be a few streets away. He wasn't sure why but he was not expecting it to be so busy when he got there. Workers were running around to get orders, loading flowers into the back of trucks, and people were trying to cut in the line.

Bucky was ready to walk right out of there but then he thought about you. He sucked in a breath preparing for the chaos inside. The further he walked into the shop he saw the abundance of roses seemingly covering the whole shop. He didn't want to give you the same bouquet every other girl would be getting for Valentine's Day. You weren't like every other girl to him, you were special so he wanted to give you special flowers. The bouquet he picked out for you was yellow poppies with pink coral bells mixed in. He felt so proud of himself and was ready to ask you out.

Confidently Bucky walked back to the tower and straight to your door. He knocked three times and waited as he held the bouquet in his hands and swayed back and forth on his feet.  

When you opened the door you weren't expecting to see Bucky. The only time he went to your room was when he walked you back after training. "Bucky, hi." You smiled at him. Although you weren't expecting him you were glad to see him.

"Y/N, hi. Um, I got brought you some flowers." He said holding them out to you shyly. The moment he saw you all of his confidence flew out the window.

You were so distracted with being happy to see Bucky and excited that he brought you flowers you didn't pay attention to what kind of flowers he brought you. The only thing you noticed was they were yellow and pink. You took them flowers from him smiling as you felt your cheeks heat up, "Thank you Bucky you're so sweet."

"I was also hoping to ask you something."

"Yeah, sure. What is it?" You leaned against the frame of your door as you held the flowers close to you.

He was starting to get nervous and stumbled over his words, "Well you know tomorrow is Valentine's Day, so I was thinking, well hoping actually that maybe-" He didn't get to finish his sentence. When he looked up at you he noticed red blotches on your hands and neck that were definitely not there before. "Are you ok Y/N?" He looked to you concerned.

You were confused about what just happened, "Of course why?" You furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head.

He took your hand and laid your palm flat against his, "Look."

Still confused you looked down at your hands finally seeing the rashes. You gasped as your eyes quickly turned to the flowers. "Poppies."

"Please don't tell me you're allergic?" He pleaded.

"Not deathly, I just break out into hives."

He took the flowers from you not wanting to cause any more damage, "I'm so sorry Y/N I didn't know."

"It's ok Bucky, really. But if you don't mind I'm going to shower and put some cream on to get rid of this." You rushed back into your room closing the door.

Disappointed, Bucky walked back to his room setting the flowers down on his desk. He threw himself into bed with a sigh trying to come up with attempt number three.

What would the old Bucky do? He thought himself.

He would just walk up to the girl, flash her a charming smile, and ask her. The old Bucky had no problem with the ladies and he radiated confidence. That's all he needed to do. Be confident. Ask her out. He spent about half an hour building his confidence and hyping himself up. When he was ready he held his head high and walked to his door.

As soon as he opened it he saw you standing there. Your hair was damp and the rashes were fading. You had your hand up ready to knock on the door instead, you were face to face with his chest. You lowered your hand, took a step back, and looked up at him, "Hi, again. I thought I'd stop by so we could finish that conversation we were having before." You smiled sweetly at him.

He chuckled, "Once again I am so sorry. But um," He felt himself growing nervous again so he took a breath in. Confidence. "Tomorrow is valentines day and I would love to take you out as my Valentine."

"Yes. You can pick me up at 7:00." You smiled then turned to walk away. As soon as you got back to your room you jumped in excitement as you silently squealed.

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That night Bucky called around trying to make last-minute reservations until he finally found a restaurant with open tables at 7:00.

After such a stressful day Bucky needed to let off steam so he headed down to the gym. He didn't even realize how fast time went until two and a half hours later the sun was gone and he was sweating profusely.

He got back to his room and went straight for the bathroom to wash off the days' troubles. As he was getting dressed he looked over to his desk seeing the flowers he got you were gone. He just shrugged it off assuming one of Tony's robots threw it away. He spent the rest of his night planning for the next day and set out his outfit.

He tossed and turned all night too excited to finally be able to take you out.

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Seven o clock came sooner than expected the next day. Bucky was dressed in his finest clothes, a white button-down long sleeve, a black vest, and black dress pants. Very 1940s fashion.

You wanted to surprise Bucky by wearing something similar to what would be worn in the '40s. You put on an army green dress that was belted around the waist and had a collar at the top. You paired that with tights, or pantyhose as some may call it, and t-strap heels.  You slept with curlers in your hair to get the authentic 1940's curl women had back then. You lightly brushed them out and pinned your hair to the sides.

When Bucky saw you he felt like his breath was taken away. In a way seeing you dressed like that made him feel like he was back in the old days. He was James 'Bucky' Barnes the man who loved to goof off with his best friend and live his life to the fullest, no Bucky who had a dark past and a metal arm to show for it.

He held his arm up for you to take, "Shall we?"

You smiled sweetly at him quickly putting a coat on before lacing your arm with his, "We shall."

Steve let Bucky borrow his motorcycle for the night seeing as how Bucky needed it more than him. Bucky was ready to have a romantic evening with you, that was until you got to the restaurant.

"I'm sorry sir but there is no reservation for a James Barnes." The hostess said.

"Are you sure? I called yesterday, Sydney helped me over the phone."

"Sydney? I'm sorry we don't have a Sydney here. If you don't mind me asking what number did you call? I may be able to help you find the right restaurant."

He pulled his phone out, reading the number back to her. She held back a smile as she spoke, "I am sorry sir, that is a California area code."

Bucky felt his neck heat up and his heart drop. Why can't anything go right? He thought for sure the night was ruined and he would have to find somewhere else to take you or just take you back home.

"Damn, I really hate technology," Bucky said to himself. You stood behind him trying to hold in a laugh at how adorable he looked. You knew he was already embarrassed, you didn't want to make it worse by laughing at him. Instead, you put a hand on Bucky's shoulder feeling the cool metal through his shirt. You moved your hand up to his skin so he could feel you behind him. He turned his head as you stepped forward to speak to the hostess. You leaned close to her so Bucky wouldn't hear you, "I'm not sure if you know but my boyfriend here is a man out of his time." You both giggled, "And clearly has not gotten used to the internet. Is there any way we can take out food instead of dining in?"

You pulled away with your eyebrows raised in question. She thought for a second before she smiled, "I'll see what I can do for you." With a quick wink, she walked into the restaurant.

Bucky wouldn't tell you this but your attempt at whispering failed as he could still hear what you said. He felt his heart flutter when you said 'boyfriend'. When the hostess left he acted like he didn't know what was happening,  "Where did she go?"

"Oh, she just had to grab something from inside." You acted casual.

She came back out about ten minutes later with two bags full of takeout containers, "For the lovely couple."

"Thank you so much!" You smiled at her as Bucky took the food. You were so glad you stashed some cash into the belt of your dress. Taking it out you tried to hand it to her but she waved her hands at you shaking her head. "Don't worry about it. Anything for our favorite heroes."

Thanking her again you and Bucky made your way back to the motorcycle. "Where are we going to eat this?" Bucky laughed.

"In my room duh." You said as if it were obvious.

"How will we take it? Were on a motorcycle."

In response, you opened up the seat of the bike pulling out the folded backpack. "How?" Was all Bucky managed to say.

"Steve always keeps a backpack in here. We just put the food in and I'll wear it."

When you got back to the Avengers tower you and Bucky walked in laughing. You still had the backpack full of food on as you both made your way to the kitchen to grab some plates and utensils.

"What're you two doing back so early?" Steve called out.

"Change in plans we're having a picnic in my room!" You called back.

Bucky held onto the plates with one hand and put the other on your lower back as he walked you to your room.

You walked in feeling giddy about having a picnic. You grabbed an extra blanket from your closet and set it out on the floor. As you did that Bucky looked around your room. His eyes landed on a clear block that stood on your bookshelf. What caught his attention about it was that inside the block looked to be the flowers he gave you yesterday. "Y/N? What's that?" He pointed to it.

Following his fingers, you stopped throwing pillows on the floor and blushed, "Oh. It's the flowers from yesterday. I figured you went through the trouble to get them and they're so beautiful I didn't want them to go to waste. I had Steve get them from your room and I poured resin all over them. This way I can have them and not break out in hives."

His heart warmed. He was glad you liked the flowers so much to keep them preserved in resin.

You sat on the floor first then Bucky followed a bit hesitant.

"I’m sorry, nothing has quite gone according to plan for me. I doubt you've ever had to save your past dates like you did tonight." Bucky joked.

"No," you laughed shaking your head, "but I never cared much for those dates like I do this one."

You started opening up the food containers, setting them up around the both of you to serve yourselves.

"Whoa, it looks like they gave us the house special," Bucky said impressed.

"Anything for their favorite heroes." You quoted the hostess with a playful smile.

"I'm no hero." Bucky shook his head looking down.

"You are to me." He looked up at you with surprise. Ever since he escaped Hydra he wasn't able to see himself as the nice charming man he was before. He liked hearing you call him a hero, even if he didn't believe it.

"So, why did you join S.H.I.E.L.D? Well up until they fell and you became an Avenger." Bucky asked curiously as he started eating.

You let out a small laugh, "Um, well it was actually because of you and Steve."

He tilted his head, "Huh?"

"My parents loved Captain America and his Howling Commandos. I grew up hearing about your heroism, and we learned about it in school too. You guys weren't just about fighting for your country. You were about fighting for people everywhere and doing what's right. Then I read about Agent Peggy Carter. She was the only woman there throughout it all. I wanted to be like all of you. I worked my way up into S.H.I.E.L.D and worked hard alongside Natasha."

"Incredible. You know we would've loved to have you in the Howling Commandos."

"Really?" You said a bit too excited. Bucky noticed this and chuckled, "Yes! You're a great fighter. You have so much heart, passion, and ambition. You probably would've kicked all our asses."

"You're just saying that." You laughed.

"No, I mean it!"

The both of you finished your meal with lots of talking and laughing in between. It was the best date you'd ever been on, even if it took a while to get there. By the end of the night, you were both sitting with your backs against the foot of your bed. Halfway through diner, you put on some jazz music to fill the air as you two talked and it was still playing as you two sat there soaking up the sound. You were so close your shoulders were touching. There was a pillow laying on your lap, on top of that you rested your hands. Your eyes were closed and your head was facing the ceiling. Bucky looked over at you and smiled at how peaceful you looked. He looked down at your hands. You were sitting to the left of him, the side where his metal arm was.  He wanted to hold your hand but was nervous. After debating about it in his mind he reached out and grabbed your hand. You didn't flinch, instead, you interlocked your fingers with his cold ones and smiled still with your eyes closed. Even though he couldn't feel your hand on his he smiled too.

You both sat there for a while hand in hand, eyes closed, enjoying the music and each other's presence. You were the one who finally broke the silence.

"Just kiss me already."

And so he did.

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

(This is so sweet thank you so much!! Please don’t mind any typos I may have, I wrote this with my heart haha)

Armin,

By the time you read this, you will be on your way aboard the airship to Marley. As much as I begged to come along, Hange said if I don’t rest I may never be able to recover from this stupid injury. I know what Eren is planning to do and I just wanted to say a few things incase it gets bad out there.

I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to others. Your presence is a blessing everyday, not only to me, but the other scouts as well. When we first met, I knew you would be special to me. You were so tense and anxious, and blushed madly when I asked what book you were reading. Books were the things that brought us together. I wouldn’t trade our countless late night library sessions for the world. (Speaking of books, once you get back to me, I have a fabulous book recommendation.)

You are so passionate and hardworking with every fiber of your being. You have been ever since we were simple cadets; your face would light up whenever you spoke of the outside world. I felt like I could almost see the ocean in your eyes the way you described it. The day we had finally reached it is still the best day of my life. Not only were we free of the walls, but I had never seen you so pure and breathtaking before. I know you doubt yourself a lot, but I cannot stress enough how important you are. Levi chose you and so did Erwin. Even before he passed, every battle plan and strategy you came up with was successful. They trust you Armin, and so do I. If Floch tries to give you any trouble go ahead and knock him down a peg will you? Do it in my honor.

Anyways, why am I rambling so much… Armin, what I really want to say is that I am so hopelessly in love with you and there is nothing that could ever change that. I don’t know how long I’ve known, but it feels like the love I have for you is just natural for me. Maybe it was the day you say that ocean, or maybe it was the way my heart ripped apart when I saw your (almost) dead body. It honestly doesn’t even matter, but please know that I would die for you and I will never stop fighting for you to realize how amazing you truly are. Words don’t even describe how I feel and how special you are to me. I don’t think I can live without you. I love you more than anything Armin. Please come back safe Love, Callie

A/N: Hi dear! thank you for sending something in! <3 Happy Valentines Day!

Dearest Callie,

I had no idea you would write me! I am very flattered that you would take the time from your much needed healing to send me your love across the ocean.

I miss our late night readings as well...its not the same to read into the night out in the open, and without your giggles in the background. I have collected a couple of books on my trip as well, I look forward to translating them slowly after we return. I cannot wait to share them with you.

I try not to think too hard of what tomorrow will bring. All I can do is hope that everything goes to plan. If it does, we will be back soon. All of us. I look forward to being able to see all the beauty the world has to offer, with you, when this is all over. When there is peace. For everyone, but more importantly, for me and you.

The books often talk of love, of romance, and of strife. It seems this distance is our strife. Do not worry dear Callie, as the endings in the books are always happy, and so shall be our story. I look forward to returning soon, to be able to take you out, perhaps under that big oak tree? We could read in its shade, with a basket of food. A picnic! I can't wait to be back.

Happy Valentine's Day! I miss you. I love you.

Love,

Armin