#Muffin art just makes me melt with softness

[afreesworn]

First Snow!

Every time @britishmuffin draws Nabi, I just get this cozy warm feeling. She looks so SOFT!! And her mood is so perfect!!

Nabi is wearing the winter coat from the AU cafe art that Muffin blew me away with two years ago.

THANK YOU SO MUCH Muffin!!

[little-mouse-gardens]

Rottmnt ocs

So..I just finished up making my rottmnt ocs, just basically an overview of them.

Note - none of the images belong to me. The picrew I used is by @baby_carrot_art

Full name : sunny rose mora

Nicknames : sunshine, sunny-D, sunflower, sunrise

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a cougar at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + pan

Age : 23 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty three or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Raphael in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : November 2nd

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’6

Body type : triangle

Skin : freckled deep brown

Eye color : dark brown

Hair : black with dark brown undertones under lighting, curly when it’s down but she usually keeps her hair in braids.

Ear piercings and nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets sunflowers and wildflowers tattooed Along her arms and across her back when she’s older.

Personality traits - nurturing , strong willed, level-headed and outspoken

Likes : plants, cottage-core aesthetic, scented candles/wax melts, riding her Bicycle through the park and city, collecting squish-mallows, and

Hobbies - clay charms, pottery, cooking, gardening, sewing/making plushies

Favorites

- favorite food - raspberry lemon muffins

- favorite drink - iced vanilla coconut milk

- Favorite color - pastel yellow

- Favorite animal -humpback whale

- Favorite aesthetic - cottagecore

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters Marcy, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her orange tabby cat pumpkin and her duck cinnamon

Full name : Marcy Sofia mora

Nicknames : Mar-mar, mars, m&m, mariposa, marshmallow, dr fashion

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a otter at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Demi + demi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Donatello in season 1, 2 and the movie)

Birthday : august 8th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : bottom hourglass, a little bit rectangle

Eye color : soft brown

Skin : warm honey beige with a beauty mark on her cheek close to her right eye

Hair : short curly black hair styled into a curly pixie cut

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Wears glasses : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets fossils and types of fish tattooed Along her arms

Personality traits - clever, creative, understanding, sarcastic

Likes : digital art, fashion design, shopping or picking up books at the local library or bookstore, thrift shopping for clothes, remaking old machines into something new, playing video games, 80s and 90s music

Hobbies - sewing, digital art, gardening, painting (both digital and traditional), journaling, reading, roller skating, woodworking, video game design, insect collecting, fish keeping, programming and dancing

Favorites

- favorite food - stir Frye and rice

- favorite drink - fruit flavored water or fruit punch

- Favorite color - orange or just anything fall related

- Favorite animal - beta fish

- Favorite aesthetic - artist, cozy core or dark academia

Main Family - Her mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, maternal uncles, and maternal grandparents

Pets - her many fishes, with her largest being a koi fish she calls sindel

Full name : skye renato mora

Nicknames : Skyfall, sky-sky, skyler, breezy, cloudy

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a serval at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Bi + Bi

Age : 22 (aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty two or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Leonardo in season 1, 2 and the movie. Also she is just a few months younger than her sister Marcy)

Birthday : August 7th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’5

Body type : rectangle leaning slightly hourglass

Eye color : greenish brown

Skin : warm reddish brown with a heart shaped birth mark on her left shoulder blade

Hair : short wavy almost curly black hair that stops at her shoulders, usually keeps it half up half down

Ear piercings and a nose piercing : yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets butterflies and types of bats tattooed Along her arms, across her back and down to her hips

Personality traits - Confident, laid back, fun-loving, impulsive

Likes : skateboarding and customizing them with stickers, space and stargazing, sitting on the rooftop listening to music, playing guitar

Hobbies - roller skating, skateboarding, video games, singing, playing instruments such as the keyboard or guitar, stargazing, swimming, writing, surf boarding, parkour, volleyball, listening to music, collecting records and cds, customizing things

Favorites

- favorite food - empanadas

- favorite drink - soda

- Favorite color - green

- Favorite animal - Luna moth

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and skater

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Skye and Angie, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - a tarantula she named godfather

Full name : Angie ciara mora

Nicknames : Angela, cupcake, angel, Angelica, Angie-pie, Angelina, angette

Species : half human + mutant. appears human on the outside but has mutant capabilities and genes on the inside. She and her sisters would be mutated In the first episode of season one in rottmnt with prototype of ooze developed by draxum. The last creature sunny had come into contact before being mutated with was a fox at a zoo

Ethnicity - Hispanic American

Gender/pronouns - she/her

Sexuality - Pan + Pan

Age : 20 (*aged up outside of the show timeline to twenty or older depending on the au and timeline. So for actual the rottmnt show timeline/events she is around the same age as Michelangelo in season 1, 2 and the movie*)

Birthday : June 5th

Languages : her main language is English, Spanish and Portuguese

Height : 5’4

Body type : pear leaning round

Eye color : warm green

Skin : warm golden brown

Hair : waist length curly dark brown hair, usually keeps it up in a bun but her hairstyle tends to change based on how she feels each day

Ear piercings: yes

Tattoos : yes, later on she gets a bunch of different cute tattoos across her arms and scattered randomly throughout her body

Personality traits - Sweet, energetic, imaginative, feisty

Likes : soft things, anime, drawing or just art forms of any kind, scrapbooking, baking and cooking, collecting manga, fairy lights, being with her friends and family, naps

Hobbies - baking, cooking, collecting manga, watching anime, skateboarding, video games, exploring abandoned buildings or places, hair styling, collecting plushies, drawing, trying new forms of art, DIY, making jewelry, hiking, bird watching

- favorite food - fruit pancakes

- favorite drink - strawberry boba tea

- Favorite color - pink

- Favorite animal - pika

- Favorite aesthetic - a mix between kid core and soft core

Main Family - Her adoptive mother Adriana , her three sisters sunny, Marcy and Skye, adoptive maternal uncles, and adoptive maternal grandparents

Pets - three rats named peach, Daisy and Rosalie and her horse sugar

[bitbybitwrites]

If I Can Make Your Heart My Home - Recipe and Song list - Chp 19, 20, 21

Here is the music/recipe wrap-up for chapters 19, 20 and 21!

You can see the recipes/music under the cover art by @datshitrandom

Some spoilers are below, so if you’d like to read the fic first, click here

Click below for the recipe and song lists for:

Chapters 1, 2 and 3,  Chapters 4, 5 and 6,  Chapters 7, 8 and 9, Chapters 10, 11 and 12,  Chapters 13, 14 and 15, Chapters 16, 17 and 18

To see the YouTube playlist for the fic, click here.

Chapter 19

Cinnamon muffins (3 recipes I've been meaning to try)

"I've cleaned up everything, as per the agreement." he quickly said as he walked past Lillian towards the door.  "There is breakfast for you also -  cinnamon muffins -  in the oven.  Just take them out once the timer goes off."

****

Chapter 20

Black Sesame Creme Brulee

"I think," Chandler said, beaming as he continued chattering on as the food tour continued.  "I'm really going to take you down to Cha-An for that black sesame creme brûlée I promised you.  It just melts in your mouth and is completely divine.”

French macaron

 "French macarons might do the trick.  I know they won't be as delicious as any you make, but hey, it'll be great to give them a try.  If you'd like, we can make fun of their inferior quality - to your own, too." Chandler looked hopeful.

*****

Chapter 21

Mood music

Mille Fuille and Kouigan Amann

Kurt blushed under his friend's praise.  He looked at Adam,  whose eyes twinkled as he grinned back.  “Well, Kurt, then let me thank you.  I have to say your mille feuille and kouigan amann - the classic and the chocolate - were both exquisite. The texture, the flavor. . . it was all just outstanding.  I'll definitely be including them in my review.”

Kurt would so make the puff pastry for the above from scratch so . .

Thanks to everyone for being so supportive of this story . . I'm working on Chapter 22 - I promise . . 😊

[greycaelum]

Yo ! I’d like to request #25 for your new event :D Congratulations on 1k btw 🤍! [Gentle Affection Collections]

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo Satoru X Baker Reader

[Gentle Affection Collections]

Request 25: [ List is here ]

—chasing his/her lips after they pull away

Notes & Warning: Satoru and his addiction to sweets, fluff, Word Count: +900

"Yoh~ Thank you for joining!" —Grey,

Frosting

The bells of your kitchen door chimed and Satoru strode in wearing your extra frilly apron, looking proud and all pumped up to start his lesson with you today. Flexing and popping his joints, his towering shadow loomed in front of you.

"You're late," you deadpanned, displeased by his daring grin after making you wait for 15 minutes.

"Awww, 'm sorry Cupcake, I got caught up in the bakery shelf, tehehehe~" his thumb subtly wiped the frosting on the side of his mouth, hoping you didn't see anything. Surely you can't blame him for acting like a glutton when the cinnamon roll you made is a chef kiss—a work of art, it makes him wanna kiss the chef too!

"Would you stop grinning? Get on to work, chop-chop." You kicked his shin and Satoru hissed, rubbing the spot, and went to wash his hand then joined you.

"Separate the egg white and yolk, like this." You crack the egg on the counter and separate them using your hands, "Or maybe you can use the slotted spoon after you put every egg in the bowl."

Satoru observed your slender fingers alternating the delicate egg and getting a perfect yellow yolk. Maybe that's why your hands are just so heavenly soft against his skin. No wonder you wince from time to time when he forgets to control his force, his hands are large and callous that they roughly graze against your dainty ones.

You made your cookie batter while instructing Satoru how to make the cupcake batter.

"Cupcake, I'm done." Satoru set the oven timer and watch you make the frosting for his cupcake.

A bright idea lit up his head.

"How do you know the frosting is ready?" He peeks over your shoulder while the mixer beat the ingredients in the bowl.

"When the mixture is creamy."

"How about the taste?" Satoru pouted, he should've stuffed a croissant or some muffin in his pocket earlier, his hands are tingling to latch on something sweet and feed his sweet tooth. The frosting you're making looks promising and another excuse to mess around with you.

His eyes landed on the stray strand of hair from your ponytail it is kissing your nape and Satoru is having the strong urge to pull your ponytail and tie it himself.

"I think..." You turned the mixer off and dip a teaspoon to taste the frosting. "It's great," you hummed and smiled at Satoru.

"Really?"

You blink at Satoru's dreamy stare, gazing at your lips. Oh, he must want to taste it. You dip the spoon and offered it to him. Satoru quirk a brow and pursed his lips shut.

What's wrong? You look at him in question, usually, he would be licking the spoon and asking for more.

"Let me..." tugging on your apron, Satoru held your hand with the spoon you were offering and delivered it to his mouth, licking the confectionary he delve down to capture your lips in a gentle kiss, wetting your lower lip, asking for permission.

The moist sweetness coated your lips, melting down between Satoru's kisses. Pliantly parting your lips you accepted the offering, letting Satoru explore your cavern whilst sharing the sugary aftertaste of his lips and the frosting. His hand found your hips, kneading and circling his thumb as you moan.

"Very sweet," Satoru chuckled when you push him away to breathe.

"That's how you should taste the frosting," He teased tilting your chin up, and dipping his finger in the bowl, smearing the white frosting on your lips, then descended his head down to chase your soft lips back‚ but in a much deeper kiss that, inevitably melted you against him, he lightly tugged at your hair, all while gently nipping at your bottom tender lip. Instinctively you twined your arms around your lover's neck.

"Unfocused student." You breathe between your kisses while Satoru pepper the corner of your mouth with feather-soft kisses.

"Me?..." Satoru teased "Really?" and seals in each word in each kiss he gives on your swollen lips. "My," a kiss "Whipped," one more, "Teacher," and another.

You pouted. There's no use to this lesson. With Satoru starting his frivolous antics it'll be hard to get anything done.

Satoru's smirk widened and hummed, he motioned to dip his finger in the bowl but you move and shove it away. Satoru dramatically gasp at your denial and whined in protest. Pushing you against the counter, trapping you between his body and legs on your sides while he reaches for the bowl you're trying to move away from his long limbs.

"Enough!" You hissed he's practically crushing you underneath him.

"Bleh," he stuck his tongue out and press you down the counter, grinding your bodies as he gets his hands on the bowl and stole it from your hand.

Capturing your lips in a sweet fleeting kiss he dots the frosting on the tip of your nose.

"Hehehe, I'll be on the bread shelf Baby!" He ran away with the bowl clutch on his chest.

"Satoru come back here you frosting thief!"

"But I already paid you with kisses! Love you Cupcake!" He yelled back and you can hear the bread shelf opening and Satoru's delighted sound of eating.

Seems like you have to make him work harder by making batches of cinnamon rolls.

—GreyCaelum

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

Check out the Masterlist for more

All rights and credits of the Jujutsu Kaisen character(s) mentioned image(s) and song(s) used belongs to their respective owner(s)

General Series Taglist: @ice-icebaby @aeanya

[lumosinlove]

December 14, 2020: Day One

On the first day of Ficmas, Hazel gave to you...a Russian!Leo bakery AU!

(Also where Finnlo works themselves out while still at Harvard. For this fic, Leo is 23, Logan is 20, and Finn is 21)

“It’s closed,” Logan said, breathing hot air onto his hands as he slammed the passenger door shut against the thrashing snow storm.

“What?” Finn said. “No, it’s—it’s never closed.”

Logan shrugged. “It’s closed.”

“We came here on the blizzard last year! It was open. Nothing was open, and it was open.”

“Harz, what do you want me to say?”

“It’s closed?”

“It’s closed!”

Finn sat back in his seat, staring out the frosted window. “But—my everything bagel.”

Logan huffed out a laugh, leaning across the car to press a kiss to Finn’s cheek, which was warm from the car’s heat. Practice had ended with Coach wishing them a good holiday break—and then the storm had hit. Logan had been looking forward to locking their door and cuddling up to Finn in their dorm room before going home to New York for Christmas, and then to Quebec for New Years. He was bringing Finn home. Finn.

“Oof,” Finn winced, but tucked his fingers into the curls sticking out below Logan’s tuque. “You’re freezing, baby, c’mere.”

Logan would never get tired of this. They’d spent two years dancing around each other, but when Logan had had a few too many drinks one night, they’d snapped. Finn had followed him into a back room at some house party, and Logan had reached forward and kissed him. Finn had frozen and then melted, and Logan would never get tired of remembering the way Finn had clutched to him, they way they’d broken apart and stared at each other—the way Finn had broken out into a smile and kissed him again. Logan, he’d whispered. Logan, Logan, Logan.

Finn was the last thing Logan expected to find at Harvard. He was the last thing Logan expected to get to keep. Logan was afraid of a lot of things—but after seeing that look on Finn’s face, it became the thing he was most afraid of losing. He’d do anything to protect it.

Finn kissed him now, a steadying hand against his jaw. “Let’s go find somewhere else?”

“Okay,” Logan mumbled against his mouth. “Wait, a little more.”

Logan felt Finn’s laugh when he tilted his chin up, and swayed into the open kisses Finn pressed to his lips, then up his cheek. The snow beat against the windows, and Logan could have stayed right there forever.

“Little more once we get to where we’re going,” Finn said.

“Where are we going?”

Finn put the car back into drive. “No idea.”

They drove around at a creeping pace in the snow until they found themselves on an unfamiliar street, small and with cobblestones replacing the usual pavement. Only one of the storefronts had their lights on, the open sign flipped outwards. The lights looked warm, with Christmas stickers stuck to the windows around a proudly displayed name.

“Arakhisa’s,” Logan read out. “I don’t know, sounds Russian?”

Finn put his hand behind Logan’s seat to park the car. “Whatever it is, we’re finding out.”

The door jingled as they entered. The space was small and painted in creams. There were bits of mistletoe and holly on the tables in tiny vases besides canisters of napkins and cutlery. White Christmas lights were strung along the walls, along with paper snowflakes, artful and curling, hanging around the lights and casting snowing shadows across the entire room.

“Privet,” said a soft voice. “Hello, may I help?”

Logan looked up to see—

“Huh,” Finn said from beside him. “I mean, hi.”

“Hi,” the boy said, smiling at them. “You looking for something good, I can tell.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah, we are.”

“Welcome to Arakhisa’s,” the boy said. “We open last year.”

“Do you…” Finn began, twirling a finger around to gesture at the store.

“Yes, is mine. You have not come before.”

Logan liked his careful sounds, like he was putting everything he had into making sure they were clear.

“We’re creatures of habits, I guess,” Finn laughed, and then he rubbed the back of his neck. It was red, Logan noticed.

The boy held out his hand over the counter, and Logan watched Finn take it.

“I’m Leo,” he said.

“Finn.”

Leo’s hand was warm in Logan’s next. “Logan.”

“Nice to meet,” Leo glanced between them  “What you like? Sweet?”

Logan laughed and looked back down at the display case again. It was filled with golden breads, cakes and muffins.

“Or not so sweet, maybe? We have case, but also menu. Bad storm. Deserve something warm.”

Logan smiled. He liked how Leo said deserve.

“Yeah,” Logan nodded. “Sweet for me, not so much for him. Anything you’d suggest?”

Leo looked down, thinking. As he did, another boy came out from the back, apron on. Leo and the boy spoke fast Russian for a moment, laughing at something, before he nodded haltingly at the two of them, and then turned back towards the kitchen again, disappearing through the swinging door.

“Sorry,” Leo said, still smiling. “Okay, I’m choose for you? Sweet and not so sweet.”

“And warm,” Finn added with a very familiar smile. Logan suppressed a laugh. Finn was flirty by nature, but Logan would know that look anywhere. He thought Leo was hot, and Logan didn’t blame him.

“Dimples,” Logan whispered when they sat down after being directed by Leo.

“Tell me about it,” Finn laughed, fishing them out two sets of forks and knives from the canister on the table. He tapped the ends of his in a little rhythm on the table. “He’s hot. How old do you think he is?”

“I don’t know, our age? Little older, maybe,” Logan said.

The boy from the back appeared again, this time with a tray of a steaming pot of tea and two cups.

“Thank you,” Finn said.

The boy smiled softly and gave a halting, “Yes, good.”

The tea was strong and Logan watched Finn drink it straight while he dunked sugar and milk into his own. He felt the warmth like it was seeping straight into his bones.

“Merde, I didn’t know how cold I was,” Logan sighed.

Finn smiled at him over his cup. “Your cheeks tell all.”

Logan snorted. “Look in the mirror.”

“Bet I can warm you up when we get home.”

Logan looked at Finn over the rim of his cup.

Finn’s smile widened. “Yeah, baby, now I know I can.”

They talked, with their ankles hooked beneath the table, about practice, about Christmas and their flight out in a few days, until Leo was walking back over to them.

“Okay, ready?” Leo said, setting plates down. “Like tea?”

“It’s perfect,” Finn said.

“Good,” Leo smiled.

In front of Logan, Leo set down a stack of what looked like crêpes. They were drizzled with a sticky red sauce, some sort of berry, and Leo drizzled honey over them himself.

“Blini,” Leo said, gesturing towards it. “Sweet. And for Finn, eggs. Don’t touch pan, very hot. Sausage, too, and dill on top. Scoop with bread like spoon, okay?”

Finn did as he was told. “This is incredible.”

Logan was caught up in the honey-sweet across his tongue. “Ouais.”

Leo stood there, wiping his hands on his apron. “I’m happy, then. I let you enjoy.”

“Thank you, Leo,” Logan said—just wanting to say his name. He remembered feeling that way about Finn. Just wanting to feel him, even if only through words. He flushed with the connection, and smiled before ducking back down to his food.

“You have welcome,” Leo said, and Logan and Finn looked at each other as Leo turned away.

“That was the—” Finn leaned in. “Cutest shit.”

“We’re coming back tomorrow,” Logan said. “We’re coming back.”

~

“Welcome to Ar—oh,” Leo smiled at them the next day. He was holding a tray of sweet smelling croissants. “Hi, again.”

“Hi, again,” Finn said, hands in his pockets against the cold. “Looks like you’re our new favorite.”

Leo laughed, reaching into the case to straighten some cakes. “Me?”

“I—well,” Finn stuttered.

“Yeah,” Logan said, leaning his elbows on the counter. “Any more recommendations?”

“Hm,” Leo tilted his head. “You still a sweetheart?”

Logan blinked. “Quoi?”

Leo gestured to the case. “Still feel like sweet things?”

Finn let out a delighted laugh. “Oh. Sweet tooth.”

“Ah,” Leo said. “What I say?”

“Sweetheart is, uh,” Finn ran a hand through his hair. “Like, cute? Like, a—lover?” he stumbled over the words and Logan—sort of liked watching the way he and Leo blushed as Finn spoke.

“Oh,” Leo said, more quietly. “Sorry, didn’t mean—“

“No, it’s okay,” Logan shook his head quickly. “According to Finn, I’m a sweetheart and a sweet tooth so…no harm done.”

“Have practice or can go home for holiday?” Leo said, laughing a little as he tried to change the subject.

“How…” Logan began, and then looked down at his sweatshirt when Leo did. Harvard Hockey. “Oh. Hah, yeah, no, we can go home. We’re leaving today, actually. Tonight.”

Leo nodded, pulling two cream-filled pastries from the case. “Where you go?”

Finn held up two fingers. “First to New York, for me, and then to Quebec, for Lo.”

“New York,” Leo said, and turned towards the hot kettle, for their tea. Logan liked the way he moved, like it was all so well practiced, he could do it all in his sleep. “I have seen New York. Not…how you say?”

“Quebec,” Logan supplied. “Canada.”

“Oh,” Leo pushed the two plates towards them, and his smile turned cheeky as he looked at Finn and nodded at Logan. “Sounds better when he say.”

Finn laughed, taking the plates for the both of them. “Most things do. What are we trying today?”

“Sharlotka,” Leo said. “Sort of apple cake.”

Logan brought the pastry to his mouth, the cake crumbing back on to his plate when he took a bite. It was sweet and tart. It was perfect.

They watched Leo work from afar, going to and from the kitchen, laughing and charming customers. He tied boxes of cookies up with string, poured steaming take away cups of tea and coffee, fried up hot plates of eggs, instructing the customer to use the bread like a spoon, as he had with Finn.

Logan was—he didn’t know what. He was all caught up with the way he would accidentally catch Leo’s eye from across the room, just as he had been when he and Finn would lock gazes, across the Harvard locker room, across the showers.

“Leo,” Logan called as they left. Blue eyes met his own. “Have a good holiday.”

Leo’s eyes flickered between them, lips pressed together, and then he smiled. “Yes. Same as you.”

Christmas was a mess of happiness. Logan woke up in Finn’s childhood room, snug somewhere in the West Village. Finn walked him to his favorite coffee shop, just around the corner, and they sat at the bar in the window, warming up with the coffee and—kissing. Finn kissed Logan wherever and whenever. Finn took Logan apart at night, keeping him quiet and close. Logan took him apart in the morning. During the day, the re-fit the pieces of both of them together.

Finn was stroking Logan’s hips, kissing his chest and easing him down from a high when he asked.

“Do you think Leo had somewhere to go for Christmas?”

Logan took a second to breathe, a little surprised to hear Leo’s name out of Finn’s mouth so soon after coming, then looked down at Finn. They were both a little sweaty, and—Logan could never decide—but sometimes he thought he liked Finn best like that. Red cheeks and hair sticking up, a glisten at his neck.

“Uh,” Logan swallowed a pant. “Yeah?”

“I mean, his family might be in Russia. I didn’t see anyone other than that other boy there.”

“Maybe they’re together.”

“Oh. Yeah, maybe.”

Logan put a hand behind his head, the other on Finn’s neck. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Finn smiled, kissing just beside Logan’s softening cock. “We just didn’t ask him, that’s all.”

“We could have him over to the house, maybe,” Logan said, raking his fingers through Finn’s hair as he pushed his way up to lay beside him. “Or maybe a movie or something.”

“Yeah, I think we should,” Finn said, and turned onto his side, fingers trailing over Logan’s heated skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Logan just smiled. “As gorgeous as you think Leo is?”

“Hey, I can think Leo’s gorgeous,” Finn laughed, then leaned in close. “But you, Lo…I’m so in love with you.”

They went back to the bakery almost every day when term started up again, but with coursework, and the season ending, they never invited Leo out. He went from a kind smile from behind the counter to a long Sunday afternoon lunch—Leo sitting at their table between rushes—but never more. Logan had to admit…he was a little terrified of the pull he felt. He didn’t know if Finn felt it, too. And, with Finn graduating soon, what they had already felt so fragile.

They were getting ready for bed late in the Spring semester when it happened. Finn’s phone rang. He went out into the hall to answer it.

He never did that.

Finn’s face, when he came back in, was stricken, emotions waring. Logan’s first thought was that something horrible had happened, he didn’t even think about the draft—he’d been trying so hard not to think about Finn leaving, the stubborn fear that Finn was leaving him behind—

Finn swallowed hard, the door closing behind him and his phone tight in his fist.

Logan pushed himself up on his elbows from where he was laying across Finn’s bed. “Harzy? Mon rouge—”

“They think I’ll go third overall.”

The world stilled.

“Third,” Logan breathed.

Finn nodded. He dropped his phone onto his dresser.

“Finn,” Logan whispered, and then he was rushing at him. “Finn.”

He’d miss him. He’d ache over him. He was so happy for him.

“I can’t imagine it without you,” Finn said from where his nose was buried in Logan’s neck. His voice was thick with tears. “Lo.”

“You can’t think about me right now,” Logan laughed, tearfully, and pulled back, taking Finn’s face in his hands. “We always knew Harvard wasn’t forever. But you are.”

Finn sniffed, brown eyes filled. “I can’t even think about losing you.”

“And you think I can?” Logan pushed up and kissed him, mumbling the next words into it. “I’m so happy for you.”

They swayed as they hugged, and Logan closed his eyes at the feeling of Finn’s fingers running through his hair. “Will you visit me?”

Logan kissed him again and again until Finn’s back was pressed against the doorframe. Until Finn smiled.

“Send me your jersey, I’ll take some nice pictures for you. Maybe I’ll bring Leo to a game, that’ll make you happy.”

Finn brushed their noses together, laughing. ”That sounds good. And as long as you send me yours. When it happens.”

The notion send rocking waves through Logan all over again. It had happened to Finn, the NHL…it could happen to him.

And what would happen to them?

Logan opened the door to Leo’s bakery, and was met with Leo’s soft smile. It was a relief. His eyes still felt raw from saying goodbye to Finn. He still felt raw.

“Alone today?” Leo said.

“Sort of,” Logan said, smile shaky. “Well,” he looked back at the door, at their usual table by the corner. “Yeah.”

Leo’s eyes flickered with concern, and he tilted his head. “Need something sweet?”

Logan let out a breath and leaned on the counter. “Yeah. That would be nice.”

Leo nodded. “I’m find something perfect for you.”

Logan, though, really thought he had too many perfect things already. He hardly knew what to do with them all.

{A/N: Leo’s bakery’s name translates to Peanut’s…I think.]

[voiceless-terror]

My Dearest

Characters: Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood

This takes place in the same universe as The Art of Conversation and What Makes a Home, but it’s not necessary to read these before- it works as a stand alone piece! :)

Summary:

“Pass me the towel, dear?”

“Ah y-yes, of course.”

Martin has a million pet names for Jon. Jon attempts to reciprocate.

“Morning, love.” 

It’s so easy for him. Just slips out, really. Jon doesn’t understand how he does this.

It happens with enough frequency that you’d think Jon would be used to it. The easy greetings in the morning, when he slips past him at work with a peck on the cheek, as they wash the dishes (as Martin washes the dishes). And yet each time he hears an endearment, he goes immediately warm all over. It’s embarrassing how flustered he gets.

“Pass me the towel, dear?”

“Ah y-yes, of course.”

Darling. Dearest. Hun. There’s a memorable ‘babe,’ somewhere in there. Jon has to leave the room after that incident, he swears he saw Martin smirking out of the corner of his eye. He thinks Martin has some sort of ulterior motive, enjoys watching him blush and stammer. 

‘Sweetheart’ makes him melt. It’s very strange, that one. He’s never been called a sweetheart in his life. Not by his grandmother, not by any partners. Perhaps his parents used it at some point, but it’s not something he would remember. He has no memory of his father, and only the passing recollection of a woman running her fingers through his hair. He thinks that’s his mother, but it might have just been a dream.

Sweetheart fills him with warmth. Jon can be nice, tender. Not with many people, but always with Martin. It didn’t start out that way, no. But Martin was able to peel back his layers and lower his defenses. He sees him and knows that Jon likes to see him smile and make him happy. He’s always wanted to please people. It’s just hard, sometimes.

Even the snarky ones are fond in their own way. Ass, he’ll mutter, whenever Jon slips into sarcasm. ‘Brat’ when he’s being contrary. That’s familiar ground- Georgie always used to do this, able to make the derogatory sound sweet. But sentimental? Never. 

Jon can’t get the words past his lips. He has to think about it, make a conscious effort. Is that strange? Is that normal? He doesn’t think so. Martin doesn’t seem to mind the lack of endearments, and he hopes the man would let him know if he did. He can’t manage snark just yet, it reminds him too much of the early days when Jon meant the words as an insult. Besides, he likes when Martin’s a bit snippy. There’s a lot of fire in him, and Jon’s attracted like a moth to the flame. 

But Martin deserves sweet words more than he does. He deserves Jon’s effort. So now he’s spiraling at his desk, agonizing over a list of ‘135 Adorable Nicknames for Your S.O.’ while he ignores the incessant emails from Elias.

The lists are very comprehensive, albeit annoyingly gendered. He’s not going to call Martin his ‘Baby Angel’ or his ‘’Honey Bunch.’ ‘Sweet pea’ is out of the question, he’s not an eighty-five year old grandmother from the American South. Martin’s taken all the good ones, he grouses. He doesn’t want to copy him, after all- he wants to be original. These are too original. And ridiculous.

Before he knows it, an entire afternoon’s passed and all he has is a scribbled, nonsensical list of ‘Under No Circumstances,’ ‘Tentative,’ and ‘Yes (?).’ Everything in the ‘Yes’ section has already been used by Martin- it’s safe ground, tried and true. He hopes Martin doesn’t mind.

That night Martin’s yawning, off to bed while Jon’s still reading in the living room, engrossed in some terrible crime novel. He gets his customary peck on the cheek and a ‘Come to bed soon, dear.’ He feels his face redden as per usual and thinks, now’s your chance.

“I will,” he pauses. It’s too long, Martin’s almost at the door when he finally tacks on the “love.” Why did you pause? Idiot, you sound so stupid-

But Martin goes still, standing in the dark doorway of the bedroom. He turns and Jon hazards a quick glance at his face- there’s a smile, he’s surprised. He doesn’t say anything but his gaze is enough to ignite a small burst of pride in Jon’s chest. Not too shabby, Sims!

He tries it again at dinner the next day. They’re talking about something inane like the weather; Jon hasn’t really been following, too consumed in mental preparation for his next attempt. So it’s inevitably awkward when Jon interrupts Martin in the middle of his sentence to ask for something he doesn’t even need.

“Can you pass me the salt-” Another pause. Why does he keep pausing? Just spit it out! “-dear?” Martin halts his speech, looking at him quizzically.

And then he snickers. 

Jon flushes, embarrassment flooding his every nerve. He goes instantly on the defensive, though Martin hasn’t said a word. “I-I’m trying!” he sputters, and it only serves to encourage Martin’s laughter. “It’s not as easy for me as it is for you, I’m not good at this- stop laughing!”

“I’m sorry!” Martin tries to stifle it and fails miserably. Jon feels terribly self-conscious. “It’s- you’re just so cute, that’s all. Absolutely adorable.”

Jon huffs, crossing his arms. “I am not.”

“You are,” Martin insists, his smile growing mischievous. Oh no. “My dear, sweet Jonathan!” 

It’s completely intolerable. “Okay, that’s enough-”

“Sunshine of my day-”

“Martin.”

“Archivist of my heart-”

“Martin.”

“My lovebug, my muffin, my little bean boy-”

“What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know!” Martin’s laughing in earnest and Jon can’t help but join him. “But you like it! Look, you’re smiling.”

“I am not,” Jon grumbled, lying. “I-I just want to be able to do the same for you.”

“And I very much appreciate the effort,” Martin assures him, taking his hand. “But you don’t have to, if it’s not comfortable. I don’t mind, I promise.” Jon sighs, trying to believe the words. It isn’t fair- he should be able to do this, he wants to do this.

“Besides, I, well-” Martin starts to fidget, looking suddenly nervous. “This is going to sound stupid. Don’t laugh.”

“You laughed at me.” A shorter pause. “Dear.”

“That time was better,” Martin replies distractedly. “I, um, like it when- when you just say my name?”

What? Jon says as much.

“It’s-It’s just nice, is all!” It’s Martin’s turn on the defensive as he starts to stammer. “The way you say it, I don’t know- it’s kind. It’s got...it’s got love in it.” He looks at his lap, his voice going soft. “I’m not used to that.” Oh.

Jon squeezes his hand. “Martin.”

Martin blushes, his eyes narrow. “Don’t start.”

“Mahhhh-tin.”

He let’s go of Jon’s hand to swat at his arm. “Stop that.”

“Martin Martin Martin Martin-”

“Okay, okay! You’ve made your point, I’ve taken my medicine.” He lifts his glasses, wiping a stray tear from the laughing fit earlier. “You’re terrible, you know.”

“Love you too.”

A pause.

“Do you, uh, still need the salt?”

“Oh.” Jon blinks, remembering the initial conversation. “Not at all.”

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27879494

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The Weight of Love

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: I Got You** {One-Shot}

Lewis Tan x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Fluff, Mild to Moderate NSFW, Mild to Moderate Smut

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Lewis takes notice that you’re having a hard day, so he pushes everything to the side to make it easier.

Note: This is for @munteanhorewrites I hope this make you feel all fluffy, doll.  💜💜

 ***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

 ***Mildly Interactive***

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The way you kissed him goodbye this morning was weighing heavily on his mind. He was so in tune with you that it was easy for him to decipher how you felt. Depending on the kiss he got, he could determine if you were happy, feeling flirtatious, sad, angry, or even annoyed. This morning’s kiss was a detached one that left the taste of melancholy on his lips. He’d wanted to pull you back to him and badger you until you told him what was wrong, but time was once again against him.

 Four hours into this shoot, and he was still at it. He’d never had more than fifteen minutes to himself, and even then, he was still working. Either it was doing small interviews and web appearances, or it was answering emails. He always tried to find a balance in his life. A balance to give you the attention you deserved, but the last few months had been difficult because his name was coming up more and more for potential roles, which meant many more meetings.

 Finally, with some time for himself, he dialed you. After three rings, you picked up.

 “Hi babe,” you said, your voice low and dejected.

 “Hi, princess. How are you?”

“Eh--,” you began on a sigh. “I’m okay. I’m just sitting on the balcony with Bear.”

 “Is she keep you good company until daddy comes home?”

 “Yeah, she’s always so sweet to me.”

 Even your voice now didn’t sound like your usual self. He could feel something was off.

 “What’s wrong, princess?”

 Again, you sighed, but you didn’t speak right away. Instead of speaking, he patiently waited for you to be ready to talk about it. He knew better than to force you to open up. You’d do it in your own time. After almost a minute, you spoke.

 “It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

 “Yeah? Tell me about it,” he coaxed on.

 “I just feel at a crossroads, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel all over the place, but like I’m standing still. I don’t even know if that made any sense.”

 He could hear the struggle in your voice and even felt the chaos going on in your head. His heart sunk, and just like that, his decision was made.

 “It made sense. How about we talk about it when I get in?”

 “Sure, baby, I’m sorry I don’t mean to bring you down while you’re working,” you began before he quickly shut you down.

 “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You never bring me down. You’re the reason I’m always on cloud ten.”

 You snorted. “Babe, you mean, cloud nine.”

 “Nah, I said what I meant, princess. Cloud ten. You got me walking in the sky on a whole different level than anyone else. They wish they were me.”

 “You’re so silly. Get back to work,” you teased.

 “Y/N.”

 “Yes, baby.”

 “I love you. You know that, right.”

 “I know, babe,” you began to brush off.

 “No, I don’t think you do, but you will by the end of the day,” he finished.

 Once he ended the call, he got on the phone with his people to cancel the rest of his day. He didn’t care what it took. He had no intention of working for the rest of the day. It was strictly for you.

 Once the photo shoot was finished, he made a few quick stops to pick up things he would need. Plenty of your favorite candles. An overflow of your bath and body products from Lush. Your favorite order from the Japanese restaurant you always craved. Several servings of your favorite dessert and a few gifts. When he made it home, it almost six. Before bringing in the bags, he tracked you down, finding you still on the balcony in the bedroom.

 “Hey, baby.”

 Your smile was bright, but it never reached your eyes. “Hi.”

 He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. “You smell like cotton candy, vanilla, and sugar. Where’ve you been?”

 Trying not to seem suspicious, he shrugged. “I just picked up a few things from the store. Have you eaten today?”

 You leaned back and hugged Bear closer, who was trying to reach him. Bending down closer, he allowed her to lick along his jaw.

 “Hi Bear, how are you? Have you been taking care of our lil’ mama? Yes, you have. Such a good girl.”

 For a few moments, both of you snuggled and scratched behind Bear’s ears, showering her with the same affection she always showed both of you.

 “So, did you?”

 “I had some tea and a muffin earlier.”

 “Princess,” he began scolding before you sighed then pouted those perfect lips.

 “Don’t be mad at me,” I couldn’t take that too.”

 “No baby, I’m not mad. I just don’t like it when you don’t take care of yourself. You mean everything to me, and I need you around.”

 You felt your heart swell from his words. You knew you meant a lot to him, but hearing him voice it always made your heart skip a beat. Turning around with the chair back between you, you flung your arms around his neck, holding him closer.

 “I love you.”

 “I love you too, princess,” Lewis whispered back.

 That was when you let everything out. You told him about the sleepless night you’d had, which he wasn’t even aware of. You told him about your worries, your fears, the anxieties that had reared their ugly heads, and held you captive all day. You held nothing back. The deepness of your anxieties and pain had him pulling you out of the chair, so you straddled him on the floor. He held you as you cried and let you use him as your teddy bear for as long as you needed.

 Once your sobs subsided, he proceeded to tell you all the things he loved about you, beginning with your kind and giving heart, the one he fell in love with first. He told you how much he loved your sense of humor and intelligence and loyalty to those you love. He even revealed a few secrets he’d held on to since the beginning of your relationship that would have told you how completely wrapped around your finger you had him. Nothing was off limits. He let it all out.

 By the time the sun had set over the horizon, you were staring at each other, neither in a rush to move or do anything else. He almost forgot about the night he’d planned—almost.

 “Give me ten minutes. I’ll be right back,” he said, kissing your nose and placing you on the floor.

 He rushed around your home to gather the bath products he’d bought and brought them into the bathroom to fill the tub. As he filled it, he didn’t think much of what ingredients were meant for what; all he cared about was the scent. He knew which scents would help with stress and mood, and those were the ones he focused on. As the water filled and the bath bombs fizzed out, he placed the candles around the bathroom and lit each one.

 Once he was sure everything was perfect, he went back to your bedroom and found you right where he left you, again with Bear in your arms. She loved the attention. Slowly he covered your eyes and led you to the bathroom, all the while you softly giggled.

 “What are you up to?”

 “Nothing. I just want tonight to be all about you. I want you to truly feel loved, taken care of, and safe.”

 “Aw, babe.”

 When he lowered his hands from your eyes, you gasped and brought yours to your mouth.

 “Oh my god, Lewis.”

 Before you was such a lovely sight, it brought tears to your eyes. The soft glow of the plethora of candles that were decorated around bathed the room in a romantic aura that had butterflies filling your belly. When your eyes dropped to the tiled floors, you found red and white rose petals leading to the back of the bathroom, where the dark bamboo colored flooring held the white porcelain tub.

 “Babe.”

 The tears in your eyes welled to capacity. Lewis dragged the pads of his thumbs just underneath your eyes to sweep them away.

 “Come on.”

 He led you along the flower path to the tub. The scent of plumeria, gardenia, vanilla, brown sugar, and a few other scents wrapped around you, making you moan.

 “Babe, this is so sweet,” you whined. When he smiled and showed off those adorable dimples, you playfully dug your pointer into them, deepening them.

 “Come on. Let’s get you in.”

Lewis stepped behind you, undid your robe, and helped you into the tub. As you sank down, you sighed out, relishing the feel of the hot water on your skin. Once you sat, you stretched and dipped your back to rest your neck against the cushion there.

 “Is it good?”

 “Yes, baby, thank you.”

 Instead of leaving, Lewis went behind you, sat on the raised portion of the floor, and picked up your bath gloves.  When you felt him begin to bathe you, you melted.

 “You’re going to give me a bath?”

 “Yep,” he replied.

 “Sure, you can handle that?”

 His smile was wide before he bit his bottom lip. “You know how focused I can be when I have a goal.”

 “And what’s the goal, baby?”

 Your eyes met. “The goal is to have the love of my life feel like the queen she is. So turn around, lay back, and let daddy do all the work.”

 You did as you were told, and Lewis did as he promised—he did all the work. Lewis rubbed your muscles and massaged out all the kinks and lumps your body held with expertise. You always knew he was good with his hands. He could handle every weapon with ease and skill. That skill didn’t stop there; it stretched far beyond martial arts and weaponry. By the time he’d drained the tub and rinsed your body off, you could have floated away from how lite you felt.

 He left you for a few minutes leaving you to wrap in a towel and make it back to your bedroom where you found your stock of body products replenished with a sweet note and gift box. Inside the gift box were a new robe and a sexy cami and short set. After lathering your skin with the lotion that smelled like coconuts, roses, and cocoa butter, you put the items on. When you turned around there, Lewis stood leaning on the door jamb, just quietly watching you.

 “How long have you been there?”

 “Since you popped that delectable thigh up there,” he said, nodding to the bed.

Smiling, you tried not to feel embarrassed. He’d been watching since the very beginning and hadn’t made one sound.

 “How many times have I told you not to used your creepy martial arts stealth against me,” you teased as you walked across to him.

 “Once or twice, but I get the best shows when you don’t know I’m there,” he cooed into your ear before he placed and kiss on your neck.

 “Mmm, you smell so good,” Lewis added, biting your shoulder, making you moan and melt against him. His hand slid down the curve of your back to grip your backside, again making you moan.

 “I like this,” he huskily mentioned.

 “Not sure who you bought it for, me or you.”

 Lewis’s grip tightened on your flesh, pulling you closer so you could feel the beginning stirs of his arousal.

 “Mmm, is that also for me?”

 You lifted a leg and wrapped it around him, making his grip change, so his fingertips gently brushed your sex. The action made both of you groan. When you felt his member thicken even more, you slipped your hand between you to rub your hand against his crotch. Lewis sucked in a breath, then grunted.

 “Behave, princess,” he said before you felt him pinch your clit, sending a hot red blaze of desire through your body.

 Lewis lowered your leg, turned, and led you out of the bedroom and down the stairs. When he brought you into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to find the biggest pillow and blanket fort you’d ever seen. Excitement bubbled in you, which had you jumping and screeching as Bear scurried by your feet.

 “Oh my god, baby. A pillow fort? Aaah!”

With that, you ran around the living room, looking at everything he’d managed to do. It was a small thing, but he knew how much you loved cheesy things like this. When you rounded to him, you leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him.

 “Oh, baby, thank you. I love it,” you said, kissing all over his face.

 “I’m glad you like it. It’s gonna stay up the whole week. It took forever.” Your smile was wide before you kissed him once, then twice. On the third kiss, you delved your tongue into his mouth and took control of a kiss you hoped showed him how much this and he meant to you. Lewis moaned on your mouth before his hands dropped to cup your ass. As if unconsciously, he angled you against his need, and in seconds you were making out and moaning. Lewis was the one to abruptly pull away and groan.

 “Let’s eat.”

 Dinner was amazing and perfect. While you ate, Lewis gave you complete control over what you watched. Not wanting to make him sit through some super sappy romance movie, you chose something with a good mix of action and romance. By the time you moved on to the second movie, dinner was finished, and you’d moved on to dessert. Again you melted when you saw just how much trouble he’d gone through for you today. The second gift he gave you was a gold bracelet with a heart with your first initial and his together, and the mandarin word forever etched on the back. That was when stray tears rolled down your face, to which Lewis whispered nothing but words of love, infatuation, and desire.

 Halfway through their third movie, your hands began their search for the warmth of his flesh. It didn’t take long for your search to go from innocent to complete debauchery.  You could tell your touch was having an effect when Lewis’s breathing sounded more and more labored, and the speed of his heartbeat increased underneath your cheek. The way his slim limbs looked in his boxer briefs had your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Slipping your hand down his abdomen and over every ab, you slinked your hand unto his underwear. Lewis groaned.

 “What’re you doing, princess?”

 “What does it feel like, daddy?”

 He groaned, bit his bottom lip, then slightly arched when you gently gripped his shaft.

 “This is supposed to be a calm night for you. it’s not supposed to be about--.”

 His words paused, and breath hitched as your hand traveled lower to caress the balls of his manhood.

 “God, you’re killing me, baby.”

 “What am I doing?”

 When he looked at you, the innocence in your eyes hid his member visibly pulsate. The helplessness you saw in his eyes had you instantly wet. You swung your leg over him and straddled him, letting the heat from your core sear his hardness, branding him as yours all over again. Lewis sucked in a breath and leaned back on one of the mountains of pillows.

 “We don’t—you don’t have to—I just wanted to do something nice for you. I wanted to show you how much I love you,” Lewis rushed out with great effort.

 “I love you so much for everything you did today. You didn’t have to, and I appreciate it and you more than you’ll ever know,” you began.

 You then leaned closer to him so your face was right in front of his. He was close enough to kiss. All he had to do was take it.

 “It’s my turn to do something for you to show you how much I love you.”

 Once the words came out, Lewis’s lips were on yours. He kissed you intensely and passionately. It was a kiss that stole your breath. In no time, everything had flipped, including your body. You were now underneath him with your legs spread. As Lewis kissed you, he rocked his body against you, fanning the flames of your desire.

 “I love you,” Lewis whispered as you peeled his underwear off his hips. Lewis assisted you in sliding them lower until he’d kicked them off.

 Once you felt the heaviness of his need rest on your pubis, you moaned and wrapped a leg around his back. Lewis didn’t wait. In seconds he’d managed to pull off the shorts you wore and fling them somewhere in the room. From then, there was no need to go slowly.

 “Make love to me,” you whispered.

 Lewis locked eyes with yours and thrust forward, connecting your bodies. Both of you sighed out as if you’d found your sanctuary after a long day.

 “I love you,” you whispered on a strangled breath.

 His response was a kiss that spoke of nothing but languid need, while his thrusts said he needed you and needed you now. His thrusts were swift but deep, and they worked to drive you insane. Within minutes you were clinging to him, sinking your nails into his back. Every connection you clenched around him while panting his name. On every retreat, he whimpered yours.

 “You’re my world, Y/N.”

 You could see the truth of what he spoke in his eyes, and it brought you closer to the edge. Lewis sensed it and doubled down on his efforts to make you come undone.

 “Do you love me, princess?”

 “So much, baby,” you whispered before you gasped loudly.

 Your back arched, and seconds later, you were clenching around him as your orgasm tore through you. It was so powerful it dragged Lewis down with you. The two of you laid on the soft blankets of your fort, catching your breath. Lewis traced lazy patterns into your skin before he shifted onto his side, taking you with him. As you gazed into each other eyes, you fell in love with him all over again.

 “Thank you, baby.”

 “I’d do anything for you. Remember, I’m always here for you. You win, I win. You’re happy; I’m over the moon. You’re unhappy; my world is dark. Confide in me. I got you.”

 He kissed your nose and pulled you closer. It didn’t take long for you both to doze off completely exhausted.

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[zu-is-here]

Well clotted cream can be abit rich heh. I once basically used a whole pot of it on my scones because I liked it so much. Mother wasn't pleased.

Ah yes, Cross and Ccino are moronsexuals indeed XD this au is feeling like on being meme and I love it. It had such a serious beginning to it XP

well I'm sure that I could find a chocolate orange bread recipe if I looked! Or maybe just try adding a Terry's chocolate orange into a normal bread dough! Gotta eat the chocolate raspberry one first.

Ooooooooo tourteau fromagé looks really cool looking! It's black on the top right? That's what Google showed me. How's it made? What's it taste of?

vatrushka looks like it might taste abit like an egg custard tart to me. Or something similar, it looks really nice too! And oh I love garlic bread! Goes great with spag bog.

Well we mostly just eat sandwich bread in my house but we also really have tiger bread, have you tried this?

As far as sweet bread goes, I do like chocolate bread, or a simple tea loaf. I don't really like dried fruit, but I like this.

Yes! These songs are a real jam. And I see what you mean about deja va XD

oh! Well it was Cool for the summer

mostly just because of the chorus rather then the rest of it having lyrics that lined up for me.

And this medieval style cover of Summer time sadness, the vibe of this one really feels like it works with the au. With the acoustic music! I just love it. As well as "kiss me once before you go" since they have to be separated ;-;

also Love story.

the song is more about romeo and Juliet, but the

"sneak out to the garden to see you.... We keep quiet because we're dead if they knew..."

makes me think of that one headcannon of dream sneaking nightmare into his mother's garden so they can kiss behind a tree XD love them! If I can think of anymore I'll let you know

*hugs* thank you!

so anyway, how are you doing today Zu? I saw inky and the brain again! I love them sooooo darn much! It's great!

Hope your day is going well.

Woah— we only live once so be risky enjoy to the fullest heh (⌐ ͡■ ͜ʖ ͡■)

It began like an idea you even didn't plan to even develop XD But look how great it is! *^*

Oh this one's not actually black on the top here, it's just the closest to our curd bread we usually buy, it's so sweet and soft it literally melts once you bite it ☆

And you're right, vatrushka does taste almost like an egg custard tart <3 Yeahhh wait— is spag bog short for spaghetti bolognese?? Omg there's even pasta slang! :D

Same here <3 But tiger bread?? Looks like our baton bread but cooler (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Awww tea loaf looks so yummy! So many delicious things to drink tea with *^*

Oh I know these songs! ☆ Fit them a lottt (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♡

I'm doing great as always, and thanks a lot! <3 Today's general cleaning day, was using little breaks for drawing >:3

How are you today? ♡

UPD:

Same bruh (๑>◡<๑)

Seems like this is a British thing indeed! ☆ Awww I can literally feel it *^* English muffins remind me of syrniki, looks amazing (⁎⁍̴̀﹃ ⁍̴́⁎)

Do you have another art?? (ﾟ∀ﾟ) Ohhh can't wait to see this! <3

Is it really hard for one person! XD Guess this is a least favorite chore for me :'D And for you?

Heheh thank you <3 Oh I always do, trying to draw everything in order or else I'll just sink in my plans xd What about you? *^* Oh these are just sketches I clean, the simplest way ;D

Hope you didn't get cold! (ówò) Warming up with a cup of hot & nice drink feels grrreat (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) What does your mug look like? (ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Sure I do! \(//∇//)\ Please don't hesitate to share your wips, it's always such a pleasure and so intriguing to see *^*

Ah yes, Nightmare doesn't wear his tiara anymore as well (ówò) Man I have so much for post dark cream I just have to draw it! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☆

Guess it's fauns like Mr. Tumnus! <3 And yours? *^*

They're made from cottage cheese so are considered not a bread but more like a dairy product ٩( ᐛ )و Like pancakes mb?? Oh boi so many variations! XP Do English muffins taste like dough if they're good for making minnie pizzas? *^*

OH a washing line!! That must be much more fun than a dryer tho! (ﾟ∀ﾟ) I remember using this when I lived in the countryside, the maze of bed sheets blowing in the wind was a picturesque sight ♪

I can feel you _(:3 」∠)_ But you're doing amazing! ☆ I love the way you draw, especially the seams on clothes <3

Awww this mug looks so nice! *w* You mean Alice in Wonderland movie with Johnny Depp? Oh I love this one! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) Is there the live action? How's it?? (・∀・)

OH! Is it for fluffynightkiller week? \(//∇//)\ Looks amazing already! ☆ Is it a sphinx on his arms? (〃ω〃)

A good headcanon you say? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yesss!! I don't remember finishing the book but the movie is awesome indeed ♡ The suit of armor? *0* Aw yay!!

What a one-size-fits-all basis (☆ω☆)

Yep! My family roots are in Ukraine so I lived there in summer ♪ For real XD To save the clothes or dry hay, or watch out for the cows so that they don't just go away, or even take eggs (that was really scary cause hens are protective xd)

As they say, the devil's in the details ☆ Keep up the great work! <3

Ah I got it— (I thought live action is not a movie) I still can hear the amazing OST *3* Hope you'll be able to enjoy cinema again very soon! ☆

Nightmare liking a sphinx cat is really such a nice idea! ;3; Like he sympathizes with vulnerable creatures — wearing their heart on their sleeve? ;) — who are born to be like this and still are strong enough to protect themselves <3 Or mb he just like s k i n XD I'm looking forward to this!~

Oh I'm always hyped for new ideas and headcanons! (๑>◡<๑) I'd love to hear yours *^*

The actress playing the snow queen is really cool! She also played in Only Lovers Left Alive, a quite specific yet atmospheric movie ☆

Omg— but how— is there a weirder thing than having a fully metal suit of armor?? (°▽°)☆

[albertasunrise]

Coffee and Crisis - Chapter 1

So this is my first Mentalist Fanfiction with Marcus Pike. I loved the Mentalist and only recently realised that it was our dear Pedro that played the perfect Pike. 

Summary: Marcus has been pretty unlucky in love. With a failed Marriage and engagement under his belt, will his luck finally change when he meets a pretty, young English girl in his favourite cafe?

Warning/Content: Angst, Blood and Injury, 

Paring: Marcus Pike/ Original Female Character

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It was a chilly day in September. The trees were almost bare of their leaves. Branches waving in the city breeze, sounds of wood knocking together joined the cacophony of city sounds. Marcus scrubbed a hand over his face as he approached the cafe that had become a staple in his morning routine, always stopping for a coffee and a muffin without fail before heading into the office across the street. This morning was no different except for one tiny detail. Her. His eyes locked with her's almost as soon as he pushed open the door, the small bell above jingling as the wood knocked against it. She was stood in line, eyes staring off towards the door as she waited to be served. He was instantly struck by her, giving her a smile as he pushed the door closed behind him and stepped towards her. She had dirty blonde hair that that was wavy and thick, sitting a little below her shoulders and framing her oval face. Her eyes were a seductive shade of green, accentuated my neat black eyeliner that flicked out at the edges and a subtle brown eye shadow on her lids. Her clothes told him the most about her. She was wearing a Retro Print Star Wars t-shirt that was tucked into her pale Levi jeans that were folded up at the ankles and a black, wool-lined denim jacket. He was instantly drawn to her. She wasn’t like the other women he saw here on a daily basis, tight work dresses, perfect hair and makeup with ridiculous heels that they couldn’t walk in. Not this girl, in her white converses and geeky, acid-wash t-shirt. Her eyes watched him as he came to a standstill behind her, glances and smiles being all they shared for a few moments as Marcus plucked up the courage to speak to her.

‘I like your shirt.’ He said finally, motioning to it with his chin.

‘Thanks.’ she replied, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear as she gave him a warm smile.

‘I’ve not seen you here before.’ He stated, quickly glancing at the muffins to make his selection before returning his attention to her.

‘I’ve just moved here.’ She replied.

‘You’re English!’ It wasn’t a question.

‘Yeah.’ She giggled, trapping her lip between her teeth ‘Well I’m half English.’ She continued ‘Mum’s English, Dad's Canadian so basically, I’m cursed to be too nice and apologise for everything.’

He laughed at her reply, his smile reaching his eyes as they held each other's gaze for a while. It was only broken when the Barista asked for her order. Latte and a Lemon and Poppyseed Muffin. She knew exactly what coffee Marcus wanted, asking his muffin selection for the day before getting to work making their orders.

‘So are you a Star Wars fan or did you just like the shirt?’ He joked.

‘Oh no, I love it.’ She replied, laughing nervously ‘I’m a huge geek.’

‘I’ll let you in on a secret.’ He said quietly, leaning towards her slightly as she looked at him with anticipation ‘So am I.’

She laughed at that, covering her mouth in embarrassment at her sudden outburst. Her laugh was like music to Marcus’ ears, her smile addictive and he found himself wanting to see it more, hear it more. The sound of paper cups scraping against the stone countertop then pulled their attention away from each other.

‘That's Seven dollars.’ said the Barista.

‘It’s on me.’ said Marcus suddenly, handing her the money for both orders.

‘You didn’t have to do that.’ she replied as she looked at him with surprise.

‘Call it a welcoming gift.’ he stated, giving her a genuine smile before holding the door open for her.

They came to a stop outside, Marcus holding out his free hand ‘I’m Marcus.’ He said, smiling as she took it and gave it a shake.

‘Ada.’ she replied.

‘Nice to meet you, Ada.’ Smiling he glanced across the street towards his offices ‘I better get going,’ he continued.

‘Uh yeah, same.’ she replied, her smile dropping slightly at the thought of them parting ways ‘Best not be late on my first day.’

So they parted ways, giving each other a small wave before Marcus sprinted across the street and disappeared through the tinted black glass doors. From that day on, he saw her every morning. She would wait for him and they would queue together, taking it in turns to buy each other's coffee’s whilst they talked about movies, books and art. Marcus learned that she’d studied it at college back in the UK but had decided against pursuing a career in it. He learned that she was a personal assistant but that she worked remotely from her apartment around the corner. She had been engaged to a guy she’d met in college. They’d been together for almost 7 years when she was offered the job in the US and he’d told her that he didn’t want to move with her. So they had ended things, her moving a few weeks later.

‘So have you spoken to him since you arrived?’ he quizzed, sipping his coffee.

‘I spoke to him a few days ago.’ she replied, taking a bite out of her muffin ‘He’s been dating.’

‘Ouch.’

‘No, I’m happy for him.’ She replied, her tone surprisingly genuine ‘He’s never done the dating thing really. Just sort of fell into relationships… Hell, he was single 3 days before we got together.’

‘What about you?’

‘Me?’

‘Are you dating?’ He asked, his question making her choke on the coffee she’d just sipped.

‘No. Wouldn’t know where to start.’ She replied, taking another bite of her muffin and shifting in her seat.

They'd both agreed to meet in the cafe earlier that day, sit down and have breakfast for once.

‘I attract odd people.’ She continued, sipping her coffee.

‘Odd how?’

‘Well, I’m a girl… who’s a geek.’

‘Ahhh.’ He replied, understanding exactly what she meant.

‘You’re the first guy I’ve met that has been normal.’ she replied, her cheeks flushing a little ‘I don’t meet many people working from the office in my apartment either.’

‘I imagine not.’ he chuckled, giving her his signature smile that made her knees go weak.

‘Well, Marcus.’ She started, standing and throwing her coat over shoulders ‘This had been lovely but I need to get to work. Those meetings aren't going to arrange themselves.’

‘Yeah… Right.’ Replied the agent as he stood suddenly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor as he knocked it back.

‘I guess I’ll see you Monday.’ she replied, giving him a small smile.

‘Well unless you’re free tonight?’ he suggested, his brown eyes ever hopeful.

‘I’m free.’ she replied, pulling her bag over her shoulder ‘What were you thinking?’

‘Dinner?’ he shrugged, giving her a small smile ‘Take you on your first date in the US.’

‘I’d like that.’ She replied, her heart racing.

‘Great! I’ll pick you up at 7?’

‘Perfect.’

He was there at seven on the dot. Ada had spent much of the afternoon panicking about what to wear, knowing that it was a date but not wanting to overdo it. She’d fallen pretty hard for Marcus, the man invading her dreams and leaving her flushed when she woke up. She looked forward to their morning talks, missing them when he was away and over the weekends. When he’d asked her out, she’d almost passed out from the excitement but somehow managed to keep her cool. As soon as her day had ended she tried to figure out what to wear, realising that she had brought very little with her. She pulled a black lace skater dress her friend Liv had given her just before she’d moved. She wore it with some grey heels and minimal jewellery. She did smokey eye makeup and a subtle pink lip stain, her hair in a loose bun with a few loose waves hanging down to frame her face. When three soft knocks sounded on her door she felt her heart in her throat, hands shaking as she grabbed her bag and keys before opening her front door. She felt her nerves melt away when she saw him. He was wearing smart jeans with a Burgundy shirt tucked in and a smart leather jacket that fit him perfectly. He beamed at her as he checked her out, feeling his own heart flutter in his chest at the sight of her.

‘You look beautiful.’ He stated, watching her as she stepped out and locked her door behind her.

‘Don’t look bad yourself.’ She replied, winking at him as they made their way down to his car.

The restaurant wasn’t far from hers and after a fair amount of convincing on her part they ended up walking instead, arms linked as they talked about each other's days.

‘Here we are.’ he stated as Ada looked up at the sign and laughed.

‘A Canadian restaurant?’

‘You told me that you were half Canadian.’ He started, smiling sweetly at her ‘A colleague of mine told me about this place the other day at work and I knew I wanted to bring you here. Is this okay?’

‘This is perfect.’ She chuckled as he opened the door for her.

The inside reminded her of Christmas’ with her grandparents in Canada. The walls we clad with wood and decorated with hockey jerseys, pictures, sticks and pucks. It was the cheesiest place she’d seen in years and she loved it.

‘I feel a tad overdressed.’ She stated, looking around at the other people in there.

‘’You look perfect.’ He replied sweetly, grinning when she got all shy.

They ordered their food which, true to Canada, was oversized and terribly unhealthy. The conversation was easy, new subjects easy to find when old ones were exhausted.

‘So you know all about my dating history.’ she said suddenly ‘I bet someone like you has had women throwing themselves at you.’ She finished as she shovelled some waffle into her mouth.

‘Hah!’ He laughed as he took a swig of his beer ‘Well… I’m divorced.’ he started, smirking when Ada’s eyes went wide ‘We were young, foolish. She cheated on me with my first partner at the FBI.’

‘What a bitch.’

‘Yeah…’ he replied, shrugging as he took another sip of his drink ‘And then last year I met an incredible woman, Teresa and fell head over heels for her. We got engaged but later that day she told me that she was in love with someone else.’

‘Oh my god, Marcus I’m so sorry.’ Ada felt a pang of guilt at the man's story ‘I shouldn’t have asked… I’m sorry.’

‘Wow you really are Canadian aren’t you.’ He smirked, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

‘Shut up.’ she laughed, swatting his arm before returning to her waffles.

As they walked home, their hands kept grazing each other’s until he trapped her hand with his. They took their time walking back, hands swinging as they enjoyed the sounds of the city together. When they finally came to a stop outside her building she spun on her heels to face him, biting her bottom lip as she gazed up into his eyes.

‘Can I confess something to you?’ She asked, her eyes drifting down to their hands ‘This is the first proper date I’ve ever been on.’

‘What?’ His head shot back in surprise ‘Really?’

‘I never did the dating thing. I kinda met people and we just ended up together.’ She replied, looking away in embarrassment.

‘So how was your first date then?’ He asked, pulling her a little closer.

‘It was pretty good.’ She replied, green eyes sparkling up at him.

‘Only pretty good?’ he asked, giving her a devilish grin ‘What would it take to make it perfect?’

‘Hmmm.’ She pondered for a moment, a cheeky grin crossing her face as she stepped closer again, her chest flush against his ‘Perhaps a goodnight kiss.’

‘Oh really?’ he grinned as he laced his fingers around the back of her head.

‘Mhmm.’ she nodded, licking her lips in anticipation as he pulled her in.

He pressed his soft lips against hers, his left hand cupping her cheek and his thumb stroking her high cheekbone. She opened her mouth to deepen it, their tongues dancing together as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. She moaned against his lips as she felt a heat forming in her core, lacing her fingers through his hair as their kiss became more heated.

‘Did you want to come up?’

‘I’d love to.’ He replied, pulling away so that he could look her in the eye.

‘But...‘

‘But this is only our first date.’ He replied, pinching her chin with his thumb and pointer finger as he kissed her again ‘Let me do this properly. No jumping into things.’

‘Are you sure you’re not Canadian?’ She joked, grinning as he kissed her again.

‘Goodnight Ada.’ He replied, giving her one last peck on the lips before watching her walk away.

They spent most of that weekend texting like teenagers. They text about what they were doing, what they were reading. They even ended up watching Empire Strikes back and talked on the phone to each other during. They then continued to talk to each other as they lay in their beds, talking about their schedules for the week and possible plans for the weekend. When they finally said goodnight they agreed to have breakfast together in their favourite little cafe in the morning. Once again the day started as it always did. They stood in line together, ordered their coffees and muffins and sat at their usual table beside the counter. The conversation, as always, was easy and relaxed. They joked about how lame they were talking on the phone in bed like two smitten teenagers. Secretly though, neither of them had wanted to hang up. Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of sirens, screaming and shouting suddenly erupted in the morning air and the door of the cafe crashed open. Two masked guys came screaming in, guns waving above their heads and sending everyone into a frenzy.

‘Everyone get down!’ they shouted, pointing their guns at the customers who were crouching with their hands above their heads.

Marcus instantly switched into FBI agent mode, his right hand wrapping around his gun as looked at Ada beside him.

‘Stay down.’ he whispered as he squeezed her arm and started to stand.

‘Hey, Jackass I told everyone to get down.’ Shouted one of the men, waving his gun at him as he spoke.

‘Let these people go.’ he said, taking a step towards them.

‘Who is this guy?’

‘Dunno but he’s clearly got a death wish.’ One sniggered,

‘I’m Agent Pike.’ He started, hand still wrapped around his gun ‘I work for the FBI. If you let them go I can help you come to a peaceful solution.’

‘FBI huh?’ the leader replied, tilting his head to the side as he studied the agent across from him ‘Well you’ll be useful.’ He stated, pulling the trigger and sending Marcus stumbling backwards

‘NO!’ Ada screamed as she threw herself to his side, catching him as his legs gave out beneath him ‘Marcus…. Marcus look at me.’ she pleaded, shaking him as his eyes darted around the room in shock.

The agent rolled his head to look at her, blood rushing in his ears as he tried to suck in a pained breath. He could feel his shirt soaking quickly with the crimson lifeblood that gushed from the bullet wound to his abdomen. Ada’s shaking hands desperately tried to keep pressure on it as she held him in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks. She leaned him against the counter and tore her cardigan from her shoulder, pressing it down hard on Marcus’ stomach which elicited a pained moan from the agent.

‘Well I’m sure this isn’t how you saw breakfast going.’ he joked, placing a shaky hand on hers.

‘Not exactly no.’ She replied, smiling at him grimly as she watched her cream cardigan slowly turn red.

The phone to the cafe rang and the leader answered, screaming his demands to the police on the other end.

‘You will give us what we want or the Federal Agent that’s currently bleeding out on the floor isn’t going to make it.’ he growled, shooting a look at Pike ‘You give us what we want or Agent Pike will die… You have one hour.’ he finished, slamming the handset down on the counter and storming off.

Time seemed to crawl by. Ada watched the minutes ticked by, willing time to go faster as she felt Marcus slipping away from her. Half an hour passed and his skin tone had taken on a sickly grey shade, dark bags forming under his eyes as each breath came in short, laboured pants. She watched as his eyes start to droop, panic rising inside her as his head dipped.

‘Stay with me.’ she pleaded, lifting his head so that she could look him in the eye ‘You need to stay awake.’

‘Talk to me.’ he asked, leaning into her touch.

‘What do you want to talk about?’

‘’Will you go on another date with me?’ he asked suddenly, taking Ada by surprise.

‘What?’

‘I want to take you out on another date.’ he stated, giving her a weak smile.

‘Of course, I’ll go on another date with you Marcus.’ She sobbed, stroking his cheek with her thumb.

‘G-good.’ he stuttered, feeling his strength start to seep away.

‘And then afterwards I want you to stay with me.’ She continued, desperately trying to keep him with her a little longer ‘I’ll make you pancakes in the morning, I have a posh coffee machine that makes amazing coffee. Then we’ll spend all day watching old movies, eating junk food and making out.’

‘Sound’s good.’ He replied, smirking at her weakly.

Ada watched as he started to lose the fight, his lips taking on a startling shade of blue as breathing got harder and harder. A sudden cough painted his lips with blood splatters and her stomach sank. She knew the longer they waited, the less time Marcus had left. Grabbing a napkin from the counter above, she wiped the blood from his lips before placing a soft kiss on them. Marcus felt his heart flutter at the feeling of her soft lips on his, kissing her back before everything went black.

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Chapter 2

[infernwetrust]

It’s The Little Things [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason]

Summary: Just a little domestic fun between Duncan and Jim through the art of food. Guest starring you and Michael. 

Warnings: mentions of drug use, just fluff really, swearing

WC: 1.5k

A/N: This was long fucking over due as are many other things that I’m currently working on. I need to work more on my soft side lol. Part of my little Duncan x Jim series that can be found on my master list, here. Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by witch

"Don't you fucking do it, Michael." Jim said, gripping the Nintendo switch controller with force. But Michael was already doing it. He threw the infamous blue shell Jim's way, it quickly catching up to him in first place, Michael trailing behind in 2nd. Poor fool, however, too close to Jim, is affected by the blast too, giving you the 1st place advantage and win.

"Fucking idiots." you stated, simply.

"Bullshit." Michael said, reaching for the last bacon-wrapped jalapeño popper off the plate in front of them, but Jim had also reached for it too. It was routine. You and Michael would come over every other Sunday for dinner, usually Jim's cleaning day. And while either Duncan or Jim cooked, games were played, drinks made.

"Let it go." Jim said, challenging Michael with his eyes. "You literally just ate one."

"And you ate the more than half of the plate." he said back. "So you let go."

"I grabbed it first." Jim began to pull it towards him, not caring if his fingers were getting messy.

"Oh fuck off." Michael pulled it back towards him and now the boys were pulling with a force, but not too much, not wanting to snap it in half. Could you blame them for their childishness though? At first glance, Duncan didn't seem like the type to be the master in the kitchen, but he sure was. Wanting to give Jim a break because he's literally been cleaning all day, Duncan offered to cook. Jim's favorite was Duncan's grilled cheese. 7 different types of cheese, turkey, ham, lettuce, and a killer salsa for a fresh taste, it was basically a heart attack on bread, but Jim fucking loved it.

The two were snapped out of their intense gaze when you walked over, snatching it from between their fingers and popping it in your mouth before plopping back down on the couch adjacent to the one Michael and Jim sat on. You returned to whatever you were doing on your phone as if nothing happened, running your tongue over your top set of teeth.

"Problem solved now, yes boys?" you questioned, not pulling your eyes away from your phone. "Maybe you should see if chef Shepherd will give up some more." Michael reached for the plate, but Jim snatched it away from his hand, wanting to be the one that goes into the kitchen to bother Duncan.

In the kitchen, stood Duncan in one of Jim's t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that hung a little bit off his waist. He scanned quickly over his cookbook, one that he put together himself to save all of his favorite recipes. Really, it was Jim who brought out the inner chef in Duncan. He cooked for Duncan nonstop. By the time Duncan had his eyes open for work at 7:00AM, his breakfast was already on the table with his morning coffee. Jim more than had the opportunity to sleep in considering he didn't have to be at work until noon, enjoyed cooking for his boyfriend anyways.

He made sure Duncan always had something to take with him to work for lunch. There was always dinner when he got home, whether Jim cooked it or ordered takeout. Duncan wanted to return the favor and slowly he began cooking too, starting with his grilled cheese. Soon enough food was something the two found themselves bonding even closer over.

*** "Hey what are you-," Duncan began. "Jim no! Those are for the office party today!"

"Huh?" Jim said, his mouth full of chocolate chip muffin. He had eaten about 2 of them and they were pretty decent in size. Duncan stayed up late the previous night to make them, waiting until Jim fell asleep for this exact reason. If he wasn't stuffing his face with one of Duncan's grilled cheeses, it was his chocolate chip muffins. Melt in your mouth, they were to DIE for.

"You knew that my office party was today. I made just enough for everyone because I didn't want to be up super late."

"So that's why I was alone in the bed until midnight. M' sorry, Dunc. Should of told me."

"Told you?! These are your favorite, would it have mattered?"

"Probably not." Jim chuckled, licking the remaining melted chocolate chip off his finger. "I'll make it up to you though."

He walked over to Duncan, using one of his hands to hold the back of his neck. He glided his thumb slowly in circles over the exposed skin, Duncan shivering in response.

"How so?" He stepped closer, pushing Jim back against the counter, but shoving his hands in his pocket to maintain his dominance.

"I'll make those cookies that you like so much. Y'know? The butter crunch ones with the-,"

"Chocolate chips and almond pieces." Duncan finished his sentence with a heavy exhale, excited to hear those words.

"And I'll make 3 batches. 2 for you and 1 for your people, yeah?"

*** "Ocean eyes we're not going to have any brownies, pot or regular if you keep sticking your finger in the batter." Duncan sighed, high out of his mind trying to move around their kitchen. Jim was pretty high too, with a bad case of the munchies, having smoked again a few hours after they had dinner. He had already finished the party sized bag of cool ranch Doritos, and now he was craving something sweet.

Jim had decided that he not only wanted to make regular brownies, but he also wanted to make edibles as well. A friend of his had invited them to a pool party and what better way to spice it up than with some special treats?

"Okay, just one more." Jim said, going in for another scoop.

"Share though." Duncan said, only now realizing just how hungry he actually was. Sure, the actual brownies would have been a lot more filling, but they were too far gone now.

"Nuh Uh. You said we have to stop." Jim turned his back to Duncan, bowl clenched against his chest. "So we're stopping."

"Jim if you don't set that damn bowl down on the counter so we can finish it together."

*** Plenty of good memories came from the kitchen. There were many days and nights of whipped and butter cream filled kisses. One too many glasses of wine or one too many shots. On the nights that the boys did bake together, they found themselves often covered in flour or sugar as one of the two had gotten too frisky, leading to an intense make out session on one of the empty counters or the kitchen island.

There were plenty of jokes told, plenty deep conversations had, and a lot of heart to hearts. If Jim wasn't making Duncan laugh until he either drooled on himself or whatever he was drinking shot out of his nose, the two were complimenting and praising each other. They were always curious to know how each other's day went. Whatever the other wanted to talk about, the other was excited to hear about it. Dinner was never dull between the two, even the times they had fought.

*** "Here try this." Duncan said, sliding his plate over to Jim who peered down at his phone. Jim, hungry, gave it no second thoughts, immediately taking a bite.

"Wow this is a fucking, nut." Jim said as the sandwich basically melted in his mouth. "You like comfort food, huh?"

"College will do that to you." Duncan replied, chuckling at Jim's response. "But I'm guessing you like it?"

"Like it? Dunc, this is genius."

"Well, you're always cooking for me and I wanted to return the favor. It isn't much but..."

"I wish you'd stop doing that. Y'know? Like you always tell me. Own it, scruffy." Duncan gave Jim a closed eye smile at the nickname, referring to his facial hair. "You made this. It was your idea and I love it. Stop always trying to down play yourself, right?"

"So you do listen when I talk?" Duncan joked.

"Mmmph." was all Jim got out, his mouth full of grilled cheese.

"Let me cook for you, then." Duncan suddenly said. "Tonight. Take the night off. Let me spoil you?"

"The more you talk, the more I get like this, raging hard on."

Duncan nearly choked on his drink, laughing at what Jim said. Jim was all like that since the very beginning and it only showed more once they finally moved in together. He was always so playful and immature, but he knew when he needed to be serious. More like, he knew when Duncan was serious. Because face it, Jim could play and make jokes all day. However, it brought Duncan peace and higher sense of humor, something that laid dormant in him while he lived in DC.

*** "Can I kiss the chef?" Jim asked as he approached Duncan from behind, gently setting the plate on the island behind him. He licked the remaining cream cheese off of his fingers from his brief struggle with Michael.

"Depends." Duncan answered, looking at Jim over his shoulder. "Are you actually here to kiss the chef or are you here for something else?"

"Both." Jim answered honestly, wrapping his arms around him.

"Well you can only have one thing and it isn't more poppers."

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[captainjimothycarter]

Drabble idea: Steve and Peggy meet each other when they get assigned as lab partners in college.

So I uh never did something in college or HS that needed lab partners sooo this might be lacking. This might not be what you expected.

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“You like him,” Angie giggled behind her blueberry muffin. Her eyes were bright with the glee of a new topic to gossip on for that hour.

Peggy, for her sake, rolled her eyes as she stabbed at a piece of chicken with her fork and waved it threateningly in front of her roommate’s face. “We are lab partners. That’s it. Mr. Gregg, just thought it was a good idea to pair us together to be lab partners for this upcoming project. That’s it.” 

“Aw, c’mon, Pegs. You don’t see what I do. You go googley-eyes on him!”

“I do not.” 

“You talk about him all the time.”

“Because he’s in four of my six classes so I see him ninety percent of the week. It doesn’t mean I have some school-girl crush on him.”

“And,” Angie continued, promptly ignoring Peggy’s rebuttal. “You sit next to each other in class, even French. Face it, Pegs, you have a grade-A crush and it’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s adorable.”

Peggy had no response as she bitterly shoved the chicken into her mouth for one reason - Angie was right and she hated how right she was.

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“Whose the girl?” Sam asked Steve on his second day of classes after he’d waited for the blonde outside the room.

Steve peered up from the last-minute notes he was reviewing, watching Peggy walk by him after meeting her roommate. “Oh, uh, Peggy.”

“Peggy, huh? You sure spending lots of time lookin’ at her.” Sam was teasing, he could hear it dripping in his voice and Steve hated it. This would of course find its way back to Bucky to tease him about during his weekly phone call while out of state in the military.

“Sam, stop it. We’re just friends, ain’t nothing to it.”

“Sure, buddy, whatever you say but sooner or later it’s turnin’ into something else. I can see it happening. Just make sure I’m the best man at your wedding.”

“Please, you know that spots reserved for Bucky when I wound up marrying my easel.”

Because who’s gonna want to marry a 5’4, asthmatic, 92-pound guy that can’t even see straight without glasses? Not that Steve minded, he was happy alone and with friendships, but sometimes that loneliness did catch up to you.

And damn Sam to hell and back for being right.

A month and a half later, as Peggy walked away after promising to email him the extra credit assignment for Art History, Steve was fully aware that he had a crush on her.

And it was pathetic.

--

“So,” Bucky sighed over the phone three months later. “Sam says you got a date with your lil’ crush tonight.”

He was going to kill Sam. “No, I have a lab assignment with Peggy tonight. It’s not a date. And she’s not a crush.”

“Even over a thousand miles away, Rogers, I can tell you’re lying. Sam, are his ears turning pink?”

Goddamnit, Steve regrets putting Bucky on speaker. Or even introducing Sam and Bucky. 

“Yeah, man. Bright shades of pink, oh his cheeks too. And his neck - hey you’re a full-body blusher. Pegs is gonna love that!”

As the boys laughed, Steve drew the hood of his jacket over his head and grumbled, shoving his books into his bag. “You two are idiots. I’m going to Peggy’s, don’t wait up.”

Before Bucky could respond, he hung up on him and then three minutes later sent him a text about how he missed him and how Sam really seems into him.

That’ll shut him up.

--

Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late.

That’s what Peggy had told the asthmatic blonde when they met up after Astrology 101 to discuss the lab. Steve would be coming over to her place, they would go over their notes, the assignment, and then head down to the lab at their scheduled time.

It was not a date, no matter what she told Angie. This was not a date. This was just two friends, no two co-students, acquaintances getting together to complete an assignment. 

So who cared if she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or if she wondered at times if his lips looked as soft as they felt. Or worried about him when he wasn’t in class or late and looked so flushed and yet relieved when he saw her there. Or the time she skipped class because her period cramps were too much and Steve looked so relieved to see her the next day. 

She thought about that look in his eyes often and hated how it gave her goosebumps, she hated how it made her stomach clench and butterflies to form. She tried to talk to Michael about it, but the man was just as hard to get ahold of and when he wasn’t, he teased her as all big brothers did.

Then proclaimed if she fell for a Yank, he was gonna revoke her English rights.

The prat.

8 o’clock and no Steve.

Peggy thought about calling him, a little worried because he wasn’t the type to be late. She decided to wait until half an hour. Half an hour and if Steve wasn’t’ here, she’d call him. Luckily, she didn’t have to because at 8:18 Steve showed up, face flushed, wheezing, and his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Oh you poor thing,” was the first thing out of her mouth, the worry and anxiety melting off of her. She should be mad that he was late or mad that she thought he stood her up, but she was just relieved. “Are you okay? What happened?” 

Taking him by the arm, she leads him inside and straight on her couch, bustling off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and a snack cake. The guy looked peckish.

“Oh, I…” He shouldn’t like the fact she was doting over him, in fact, he should hate it, but by her doting, over him, it meant she was touching him and he liked that. “I had an asthma attack.”

It sounded like it took everything in him just to admit that and Peggy tried to ignore how that kicked-puppy look tugged on her heart. Steve hated pity and she wasn’t pitying him, she was worried. There was a difference.

“I’m okay now,” he continued, sipping on the water. “I guess I just got worked up and kinda lost and…” His thin shoulders shrugged as if to brush the fact he has a medical emergency off. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“You’re sorry?” The words came from her before she could help it. He was sorry for what? Having a medical emergency? 

It didn’t do any good when Steve flinched at her accusing tone.

“Steven, by no means should you be sorry. Yes, I was worried but you’re here now and you’re okay. It’s behind us. Do you still want to go to the lab? I could just reschedule us.”

“If we reschedule now it might take us two weeks to get a spot and we’ll be crunched for time.” He looked genuinely worried, eyes wide. “I’ll be fine. We can head over now.”

There was little argument from Peggy on that end. Steve was right, if they rescheduled then it could take them a while but that’s not what sold the deal. The fact she got more time with him as of right now was better than waiting.

--

“How’d you get lost?” Peggy asked, driving a stoic Steve from his thoughts as they braved the cold air after spending three and a half hours in the lab. It was now officially Saturday, meaning they could sleep in. Angie wasn’t home and wouldn’t be home until noon tomorrow, so she was looking forward to peace and quiet. 

Steve drew his scarf tighter around his face, looking up at her with cocked eyebrows. It was going to snow, he could feel it in his aching bones. “Oh. Uh, when I get an asthma attack I get...disorientated. Everything looked the same, I didn’t wanna call for help cause I was fine.”

Peggy couldn’t help herself in rolling her eyes. “I think we both have a different definitions of fine, Mr. Rogers. You are certainly not fine. I can still hear you wheezing and you had a hard time concentrating on the measurements tonight.”

She frowned as she watched him pat his pockets, obviously searching for something. “You okay, Steve?”

“My inhaler! I thought I had it on me, but I think I left it in your dorm. I-I’ll be fine without it, I can get it in the morning.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, you are not waiting until morning to get a life-saving device because of...what? You don’t want to be seen in my dorm? It’s co-ed, I can assure you that it’s fine!”

“I just don’t...want...people to assume or-or get you in trouble. Or...or…” His cheeks were heating up bright pink, Peggy found she adored the color on his cheeks.

“Or…” She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, her hand snatching out to grab at a lamp post to keep from falling on a section of ice. It was already starting to snow around them, the ground cold enough to make it stick.

Steve cursed as he wrapped his arms around her chest, preventing her from falling. Both of their faces flushed, Steve’s more than Peggy’s at this point. The second they both were stable, he let go and took an unnecessary step away from her.

“Thank you,” she breathed, clearing her throat. “I think that decides that Steve, you’re staying with me tonight. Don’t worry, Angie is out tonight with her gal. I’m not risking you out in this storm.”

There was no point in arguing with Peggy, Steve knew this by now. He’s seen her debate lesser and greater minds than his in class and absolutely destroy them. Besides, part of him liked this idea, staying with her for the night. Maybe if he got enough courage he could ask her out, tell her how he felt or something. 

If he was anything like Bucky, he knew what he’d do. He’d whoo her and kiss her. But he wasn’t Bucky or Sam. He had no social skills with girls but he liked Peggy. 

“Home sweet home,” Peggy sighed when they were finally inside, their wet clothed stripped off and drying on the heater now. She sat Steve on the couch and bundled him in a bunch of blankets, coming back from the kitchen with two steaming cups of hot chocolate.

Sitting on the couch, she wiggled under the pile of blankets, not to much of Steve’s protest. Her thigh was touching his at this point. “Oh, you’re warm,” she breathed, sounding surprised. 

“Amazingly,” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes. “I think it’s the third cup of hot chocolate you’re forcing in me.”

He yawned as he said this, his face was suddenly drawn in a show of how exhausted he was. He looked so adorable when he yawned, his nose wrinkled up. He still had a smudge of ink on his forehead from when he was rubbing his brow in frustration.

“I’ve always said hot chocolate is good for the soul. Much better than any tea you have here.” Tapping on her laptop screen, she was happy to get Netflix up and hit the next episode on Chopped. 

Steve didn’t even make it to the second round of the episode, unsure of who was sent home for an overcooked risotto or missed basket ingredient. He was asleep, slumping into Peggy.

He was quite warm, Peggy noted, easing Steve down to her lap. He was warm and looked so adorable when asleep. That walk and asthma attack must’ve taken a lot of out of him, regardless of what he told her. At least he was resting now in her arms.

This isn’t where Peggy thought she’d end up tonight, but it’s a place she’d glad to be.

[starshine583]

Le Paon Part 6

(Sorry it takes me so long to write these! between work, school, and trying to figure out the plot, writing out these chapters is nearly impossible. Please Enjoy!)

Part 1 / Part 5 / Part 7

Felix stared out the car window, watching the buildings pass.

“Maybe.. I would?”

He absently touched his hand. 

“Everyone needs someone to talk to, and.. I’m willing to listen. I-If you want, that is.”

He’d stumbled upon Marinette’s house last night as Le Paon, and they ended up sharing a small conversation. A conversation that had been replaying in his mind since he left. The way she looked at him with a delicate tenderness, the way she spoke to him with a soft understanding despite the circumstances- how could anyone possibly be so selfless and caring?

“Felix?” 

His thoughts were cut short by Adrien, who was knocking on his window. 

“Are you going to get out of the car?”

Felix glanced over his brother’s shoulder to see the school complex in front of them. Students of all ages walked inside without a care, chattering away to each other. When did they arrive? Did Gorilla take a shortcut?

“You’ve been spaced out all morning.” Adrien pointed out as Felix got out of the car. 

“I was rearranging my schedule to read some of the books I selected at the library.” 

Adrien furrowed his brow. “Mentally?” 

“Is there any other way?” Felix replied, starting up the stairs.

“Well, there’s such a thing as paper.” His little brother grumbled. 

He smirked. “Not as efficient. See you after classes.” 

The two split up, Adrien going to his class and Felix going to the lockers. Duusu always liked a morning snack before they started classes. 

He reached out to push open the locker doors, but before he could, the door swung open on its own, barely missing him. Then, within the next breath, someone came barreling out of the room and crashed right into him. 

They stumbled a few steps, and Felix habitually steadied the other student by grabbing their shoulders.

“I-I’m so sorry!” A pair of bluebell eyes gazed up at him, wide and worried. 

“Will I see you again?”

He smiled. 

“It’s not a problem, Marinette. Late again?”

A delightful pink spread across her freckled cheeks. “Ha, yeah.. You know me.” 

I certainly do. He thought as he propped her upright. 

“Remember to watch where you’re going, please.”

Marinette nodded, though she seemed a bit stiff for some reason. “Right! Of course. I’d- we- it’s class? - I mean, it’s time for class. I should- We should probably. Get. to class.” 

“Yes, that would probably be best.” He chuckled, finally letting his hand fall from her shoulders. If he held her any longer, she might find it weird. (even though a part of him couldn’t shake the urge to pull her closer)

“S-See you later, I guess.” She said, fumbling passed him.

Felix shook his head with a smile. How did she ever get through life without constant supervision?

“You’re late.” Allegra pointed out as he walked into the classroom.

“And you’re infernal.” Felix retorted. 

“You’re smiling.” Claude added as he sat down.

“I’m not allowed to smile?”

“Not without a reason.” Allegra replied. “The disdainful Felix Agreste doesn’t simply ‘smile because he feels like it’.”

Felix rolled his eyes, smile officially gone. “You’re both ridiculous. Haven’t you anything better to do than meddle in my personal life?”

“Nope!” Allegra chirped.

“I bet you he ran into Marinette.” Claude whispered, leaning closer to Allegra as if he were telling a secret.

Felix’s scoff only confirmed it for them.

“Oh~ Good guess.” She praised.

“You should see him in the art club. He’s like putty in her hands, and it’s totally unfair.”

Felix bristled. “That’s absurd!”

Claude and Allegra simply smirked at him. Even Allan was giving him a stupid look!

“I’ll start planning the bouquet arrangements for the wedding~.” Allegra announced, setting her chin on the back of her hand and giving him a wink.

His cheeks burned from embarrassment, but he tisked. Anything said now would only dig him deeper into this hole he’d fallen into. “Putty in her hands”- who did they think they were talking about? Marinette might be sweet and wholesome and all-around everything good in the world, but that did not mean he would fall under her influence. Felix Agreste wouldn’t be swayed by the simple brush of her raven-colored bangs, or the overwhelmingly enchanting blue of her eyes, or the adorably endearing rambles that tumbled from her lips ever so often.

No, sir.

“You think he’ll be able to win her over?” Claude asked, much too loudly in Felix’s opinion.

Allan, to everyone’s surprise, laughed. “Felix? Salt-incarnate winning over our blueberry muffin? I’d want to see that.”

If Felix wasn’t blushing before, he certainly was now. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say he could melt the Antarctic from how hot his cheeks felt at the moment.

“Guess we’ll have to give them a little push then, won’t we?” Allegra mused, throwing Felix a sly look.

Oh, wonderful. He couldn’t wait to see what she meant by “Push”.

~~~~~~

Marinette tapped her pencil on the desk, mind reeling and cheeks burning. Why did she stutter like that in front of Felix? She’s never stuttered like that before! Well, she’s stuttered, but.. but not like that! That was ridiculous! How did he understand a word she said?

Don’t even get her started on the reason she was so spaced out in the first place. Le Paon was still plaguing her mind a day later. The situation with his mother made her stomach churn. She didn’t know how to help, despite desperately wanting to. How could she resolve the situation peacefully without giving up her miraculous? Was it possible she could heal his mother without the wish?

“Hello~? Earth to Marinette?” Alya sang, nudging her in the arm.

Marinette flinched, offering her an apologetic smile. “Sorry, what were you saying?”

The brunette chuckled and waved it off. “Never mind, just some Ladybug stuff you’re probably sick of. Everything okay? You’ve been spacing out on me all morning.”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I just..” She trailed off, her thoughts floating back to Le Paon. She couldn’t exactly tell Alya about that, could she? If word got out, he might not visit her again. Besides, the owner of the Ladyblog probably wasn’t interested in Ladybug’s sworn enemy staying at her balcony, or how they technically held hands during his confession, or the way his fuchsia eyes seemed to twinkle with amazement when he looked at her-

“Oh girl, your face is so red! Spill!” 

Marinette squirmed in her seat, trying to avoid Alya’s gaze. “N-Nothing! I just ran into Felix and-”

Alya gasped. “Felix Agreste!?”

Marinette clamped a hand over her friend’s mouth, her eyes snapping to Adrien.

Thankfully, he didn’t notice them, enjoying a chatty conversation with Nino about Jagged’s latest concert.

Marinette let out a sigh of relief and let go of Alya, who was practically bouncing in her seat at this point.

“You have a crush on Felix Agreste??”

“W-What?” Marinette flushed. “No! When did I say that?”

Alya squealed. “Girl, you totally do! Oh, this is great. We’ve got to get the squad in on this. You two are gonna look so cute together! I call to be maid of honor at the wedding!”

Marinette shoved Alya’s phone down before she could text anyone. “Alya, please. There’s not gonna be a wedding, and I don’t have a crush on Felix.”

“Fine.” Alya relented, to her relief. “I can tell the girls about it later, anyway. Don’t worry, Marinette. I’ll have you and Felix together in no time.”

Marinette groaned at the promise, letting her head drop on the desk. She does not like the sound of that. 

“Hey, Marinette?” 

She yelped at Adrien’s voice, causing the two boys in front of her to jump as well.

“Are.. are you okay?” The blonde asked.

“What? Me? Course! Why wouldn’t I be?” She said with a nervous laugh.

The two boys shared a look, and Alya snorted.

“Okay.. well, did you check your schedule? Are you free this afternoon for the project?”

Ah, right. Mlle. Bustier assigned a group project yesterday. Coincidentally, She and Adrien got paired together. 

Marinette ignored Alya’s wry grin as she offered Adrien a smile. “Yep! Maman and Papa don’t need help in the bakery. I’m all yours.”

He perked up. “Great! I have a shoot right after classes, but you can come over around five?”

“Perfect.”

“Mm~ Perfect, indeed.” Alya snickered.

Marinette rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t deny the convenience of the situation. At least she’d be the only one going to their house. If Alya came with them to meddle.. Well, she didn’t want to even imagine how that would turn out. 

Now I just have to make sure I don’t embarrass myself again. She thought. 

..Probably easier said than done.

~~~~~~

“Wee~!” Duusu sang as she looped through the air. 

Felix cracked a smile, glancing up from his book to give her an amused look. “Don’t you ever get dizzy doing that?”

The tiny being only laughed, pausing briefly to flash her holder a grin. “Of course not! Flying is so much fun I could do it forever~!”

Duusu shouted with joy and zipped around the library. Felix knew she would enjoy the open space. It wasn’t often Duusu got to roam freely without constantly hiding.

“Felix? Are you in here?” 

Of course, there was only so much privacy that their mansion’s library could provide. 

“Yes, Adrien, what is it?” He replied, watching his little brother slip in through the wooden doors.

Adrien grinned, thankfully not noticing Duusu’s dash for the empty flower pot near the fireplace. “Do you know where the history books for France are? Do we even have books like that?”

Felix frowned, but set his book aside and stood. “Of course we have books like that here, but why do you need them?”

“Remember that group project I mentioned the other day? We’re doing it on the presidents.”

“We?”

A chime rang through the mansion.

Adrien straightened. “She’s here!”

“She?”

His brother didn’t answer, instead racing out of the library and leaving the few books he’d gathered behind. Felix followed after him, curiosity piqued. Father didn’t usually allow visitors to the mansion. On that note, what girl would Adrien want to hang out with? 

It better not be Chloe again. He thought with a scowl, lingering near the staircase as Adrien went to open the door. Didn’t Nathalie usually invite people inside? Where did she disappear to? He didn’t remember her requesting a day off.

The door swung open, and Felix gaped despite himself.

“Marinette?”

The ravenette stood awkwardly in the doorway, offering them both a shy wave. “Oh! Hey, Felix.. Nice to see you.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, crossing the room to stand in front of her. 

“The group project.” Adrien cut in. “We got paired together!”

Felix hummed, hiding how delighted he was at the information by inviting her inside. So, Adrien and Marinette got paired together for a project? That’s a pleasant surprise. Would she visit more often than today? Why did he feel so hopeful that she would?

“He’s like putty in her hands.”

Felix shook Claude’s ludicrous words from his mind and turned back to Marinette. She was looking around the house now, eyes wide with amazement. 

“I knew you guys were rich, but dang.” She commented.

Adrien snorted, and Felix held back a smile. Typical reaction.

“They’re simply bribes our Father used to keep us in the house.” He said, getting another laugh from Adrien.

Marinette, however, seemed to still. “What?”

The brothers exchanged glances. 

“It was just a joke.” Felix assured.

“Mostly.” Adrien muttered under his breath. 

“Not helping.” Felix grit, nudging him in the side. Whether it was true or not, he didn’t want Marinette pitying them. 

“Anyway, our room’s upstairs, and the library’s two doors passed the stairs. Where would you prefer to work?” He continued. They couldn’t change anything now. Hopefully pushing the subject to the side will make her forget about it.

..Hopefully.

Marinette frowned. He crossed his fingers.

“I guess the library would make the most sense..” She finally answered.

“Great!” Adrien chirped, wrapping an arm her shoulders. “I already picked out a few books. Do you have any references?”

Felix relaxed- though, knowing Marinette, he doubted the subject would be dropped so easily. Her sweetness and determination did come with a price. If she was willing to stop a random “terrorist” in the night, She’d probably full-on adopt her average, law-abiding classmates. 

“You’ll find the history books on the left corner of the library. If you need any help, I’ll be sitting by the fire.” He informed, settling back into the green easy-chair. 

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Felix.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know you could be so helpful.” Adrien smirked.

Felix shot him a glare. “I simply know my way around the library.” 

“If you say so.” 

His rising agitation was snuffed out by Marinette’s enthusiastic gasp in one of the aisles.

“Wow, you guys have books on just about anything! There’s even an aisle dedicated to gardening!”

“Two aisles, actually.” Felix corrected. 

“And there are so many books on Fashion!” She gushed, sliding her hand across the spines of the books.

“Naturally. As current head of the fashion empire, we have to keep up with the constant changes.”

“So keeping books is like keeping a catalogue. Not to mention, getting inspiration from old ideas isn’t unheard of now-a-days.”

“Precisely. You never fail to impress, as usual.” He complimented, gaining a bashful smile from her.

“‘You never fail to impress’? Who are you?” Adrien whispered.

Felix scoffed. “You’re saying she isn’t remarkable?”

“No, I’m saying you don’t think anyone’s remarkable.” 

“Marinette, are you thirsty?” He suddenly asked, turning to the petite girl.

“Hm?”

“Thought so.” Adrien mumbled.

“We have tea, coffee, anything you’d like.”  Felix said, albeit through gritted teeth. 

“Jeez, why don’t you just propose to her now?” His brother commented.

“I’ll kill you. No one would find your body.”

“Tea would be great, actually.” Marinette replied, regaining their attention.

“Wonderful. Since your Adrien’s guest, I’m sure he would love to go fetch it for you.”

“What, so you want to be alone with her now? I’ve seen enough movies to know where this goes, Fe.” 

Felix growled, low enough for Marinette not to hear, and shoved Adrien as subtly as possible towards the door. 

His brother stumbled, laughing the whole way, and stuck his tongue out at Felix before going to find the chef. At least he listened.

A stack of books thumped on the table next to him- when did she find so many books? -and Marinette let herself sink into the chair next to him. 

“This library is incredible. I can’t believe you own it.” She remarked.

Felix hummed, eyeing the titles of her books. “Yes, but it’s far from complete. I still find myself visiting the local library for new shipments every now and then.”

“Well, yeah.” Her lips quirked up in another adorable smile. “There’s always going to be new things to learn. You can only have all the books in the world for so long.” 

He chuckled. That was true. 

The fire crackled in front of them. He couldn’t help relating the characteristics of the flames to her- bright, warm, and something that will absolutely burn him if he gets too close.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

Where have I heard those words before? Felix thought wryly, turning to Marinette with a small smile. 

“If you must.” 

She giggled, but then her features shifted into a more serious expression. “What you said earlier.. About your dad bribing you. Was that really a joke?” 

Ah, yes. The comment he made earlier. He knew she’d travel back to that subject at some point. 

Felix closed his book with a sigh. “He does the best that he can to raise us. I can’t fault him for that.” 

That obviously wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear, but it was the truth. And he didn’t want to lie to her more than he was already. 

“And what about your mother?” 

Despite the circumstances, Felix almost laughed. Here they were again, talking about his mother. How did she always manage to cut to the heart of others?

“Gone. Haven’t seen her for almost a year now.” He’d told her as Le Paon that his mother was sick. Therefore, as Felix, playing dumb would be the best option. Besides, Adrien doesn’t know about their mother’s whereabouts so telling Marinette wasn’t exactly a smart plan.

Sadness painted her eyes, a soft sense of grief that showed her heart went out to him. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” But it will be his fault if he can’t get the miraculous.

Marinette opened her mouth to respond when-

“Tea is ready!” Adrien came barreling back through the library doors, a tray of freshly brewed tea in hand. He set it on the table, nearly pushing Marinette’s stack of books over, and passed the small cups of tea around. In other words, he effectively murdered the gentle atmosphere that had settled in the room. 

Felix couldn’t say he minded. If he wasn’t careful, Marinette might coax everything under the sun out of him, Le Paon included. 

~~~~~~

Tikki peered out of Marinette’s bag, watching the small group of teens converse. It was definitely an interesting sight, having Chat Noir, Ladybug, and Le Paon all sitting together comfortably. Of course, none of them knew each other’s identities.. Yet. That was the problem. What would happen when the secrets came out? Adrien and Felix were brothers, for Pete’s sake, and who knows who Hawkmoth might be or why Felix was helping him. She didn’t want her holder to be broken about this.

A flick of blue caught her eye, and she turned to see none other than Duusu staring back at her. Tikki gasped, glancing up at the teens again. They were drinking tea and reading books, distracted. She drew in a breath and shot through Marinette’s purse, zipping to Duusu’s flower pot.

“Tikki!” Duusu beamed. “I thought I felt you at that girl’s house! It’s so nice to see you!”

Tikki shushed her, though a smile graced her lips. It was nice to see Duusu again. 

“Duusu, we have to be quiet. Our chosens are talking just a few feet away.” 

“Speaking of Chosens-” Plagg suddenly interrupted “-Ready to tell us who Nooroo’s chosen is?”

“Plagg!” Tikki thrilled, keeping her voice hushed.

“Hey, Sugar cube.” The god of destruction grinned. 

“Yay! We’re all here!” Duusu cheered.

“Back to the point.” Tikki said. “Duusu, do you know who Hawkmoth is?”

“I know he’s a real stick in the mud.”

“No, she means do you know Hawkmoth’s name?” Plagg sighed.

Duusu laughed. “Wow, it really has been a long time. You think I remember the big guy’s name? I barely know-”

Bubbles forced themselves out of her mouth to cut her off. Plagg and Tikki groaned.

“Duusu..”

How were they going to find out Hawkmoth’s identity if Duusu kept messing around like this? They needed to find out his identity as soon as possible, for the kids’ sake.

“I have an idea!” Duusu suddenly exclaimed. “Let’s play hide and seek!”

Plagg and Tikki shouted their objections, but the kwami was gone, phasing through the flower pot to hide. 

“Do you see what I have to deal with?” Plagg hissed.

Tikki sighed. “Just be patient. She’ll come to her senses eventually and give us the name.”

“You believe that?” 

No.

“We must have faith.”

But what other choice did they have?

~~~~~~

“Bye, Marinette! Thanks for coming over!” Adrien beamed as he opened the door for her.

Marinette smiled back. “Course. I had a great time.” 

She turned to Felix, who was standing next to the stairs again. “Bye, Felix. It was nice talking to you.”

His brother nodded, offering a faint smile as he avoided Adrien’s eyes. “It was nice talking to you too. Are you sure you can find your way home alright?” 

Adrien held back a laugh. How obvious can one person be?

“Yep! See you guys tomorrow!”

The brothers waved her off, and Adrien closed the door behind her. 

As soon as she was gone, A devilish smile spread across his lips. He turned around to see Felix walking off, no doubt retreating to the library. Adrien followed after him, his grin widening with each step. 

“So..” He began, thoroughly enjoying the way Felix tensed at his voice. “When were you gonna tell me that you’re in love with Marinette?”

“I’m not in love with her.” Felix snapped, sending him a glare.

Adrien laughed. “You complimented her, offered her tea, coffee, and ‘anything else she might want’, and practically offered to walk her home just now.”

“It’s called ‘hospitality’.”

“It’s called a crush. And a completely understandable one, too. Marinette’s pretty amazing.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” 

Adrien hummed. “So you don’t think she’s amazing?”

He hesitated. “..I didn’t say that.” 

“You totally love her.”

“I admire her. There’s a difference.” Felix replied.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Adrien smirked. To be honest, he thought it was nice that Felix was falling for someone. It meant his brother might actually start opening up for a change. He wasn’t lying about Marinette, either. If anyone could chip away at Felix’s stone heart, it would be her.

And Adrien would enjoy teasing him relentlessly until she does.

~~~~~~

Marinette clutched the books she’d borrowed from the Agreste’s library to her chest as she walked home, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. Spending her afternoon with the boys had been fun, but also.. worrying. She didn’t know they’re mother had disappeared, let alone how distant their father was. Marinette was at their house the entire afternoon and didn’t see Gabriel Agreste not once. What kind of Father doesn’t even greet their children once throughout the day? Exactly how much did he interact with them, if at all?

Calm down, Marinette. She told herself. You don’t know the whole story. He may have just been really busy today. He’ll probably be home by supper to eat with them like he does every night and ask them about their day and everything will be fi-

Her thoughts came to a halt when the ground beneath her started to shake.

Marinette tensed, grabbing a nearby streetlamp for balance. Tremors? In France? She didn’t recall earthquakes being common around this area.

The concrete around her split open, cracking like an egg along the streets and sidewalks. Pieces of debri rose into the air, and Marinette felt her stomach twist.

This wasn’t an earthquake.

“Fear not, Paris!” A voice boomed from above the city. Marinette snapped her gaze upwards. “I am Renouveleur, and I have come to refurbish our city streets!”

Her eyes finally landed on a woman, who was standing on a rooftop not far from her. 

“If the government won’t fix our broken roads, then I’ll destroy them so much that they’ll have to make new ones!” The akuma declared. She threw her hands up in the air, causing the broken chunks of cement to rise.

Marinette yelped as she rose with it. Her books slipped from her hands and tumbled to the ground below. She’ll have to find those later.

“Tikki, spots- AH!” Marinette ducked her head to avoid colliding with another piece of cement. She couldn’t transform now. There were too many dangers, and even though the sun was setting, people could clearly see her. The only option now was to maneuver out of the debri and find a hiding place. 

Marinette drew in a deep breath and leapt off the cement. Her skin dug into the pavement as she landed on another chunk, causing her to wince. That was going to leave a mark. 

She was about to jump to another one when her floating debri suddenly dropped. A grunt escaped her lips as her side hit the ground. What happened? Did the magic where off? Was she too heavy for the small piece?

Her eyes turned upwards. The debri overhead was coming down too, all at once.

Crap.

~~~~~~

Felix kept his eyes on his book, ignoring Adrien as much as humanly possible. That’s the second time that day that someone claimed he loved Marinette. Where were people getting these ideas from?

He turned to the bedroom window with a sigh. It’s not that he didn’t like her or anything. It’s just that love can be messy. Take his Father, for example. He’s so in love with their mother that he was willing to become a terrorist just to get her back. Something that can swallow you whole like that is dangerous. Besides, the chances of Marinette liking him back were next to none. 

Felix tisked. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about this! Marinette was just a sweet girl that he knew. There was nothing between them, and that’s how things would stay. 

He was about to stand up to find a better book to read when a rumbling reached his ears. 

Felix and Adrien both sat up and exchanged glances. They rushed over to the window, only to find chunks of debri littering the air a few blocks down.

“What on earth?” Adrien said, pressing up against the window.

So that’s why I didn’t see Nathalie earlier. Felix thought. 

Then another thought occurred to him, one that seized his heart entirely. That debri was in the direction of Marinette’s house. She just left a few minutes ago on foot. If she got dazed again and wasn’t paying attention..

Felix was bolting out of the room before he could even think things through. Adrien was gone now. How he left so fast or where he went- Felix didn’t know and didn’t care. None of that matters. What matters is that he transforms and finds Marinette before that darned akuma rips her to shreds.

He skidded to a stop outside the front door. The debri in the air was suddenly dropping, piece by piece, then all at once. His heart sank into his stomach.

“Duusu, spread my feathers!” There was no time to panic. The sooner he got to the scene, the sooner he could help her.

Newly dressed as Le Paon, Felix took to the skies. Those nightly runs around Paris weren’t just to scout and see Marinette. He’d also been perfecting his powers, like the minor flight capability his tailcoat provided.

He sailed from rooftop to rooftop. The closer he got, the further he pushed himself to move faster. Marinette had probably been in the heat of the battle for a good few minutes now. He knew all too well that a lot can happen in a few mere minutes.

Finally- finally -he reached blocked that the akuma was on, and it was exactly as he feared.

The pieces of debri had risen up again, and there, in the middle of the broken up road, Marinette stood, jumping for chunk to chunk to avoid getting hit. With such high levels of anxiety, she had to be having a panic attack and-

A large piece of cement bee-lined for her position, but before Le Paon could react, Marinette jumped off of her current chunk of pavement, ricocheted off another chunk, and flipped over the large piece of cement. Not only that, she also made a perfect landing on another piece of debri that had been moving while she landed.

It was.. unexpectedly impressive. Wasn’t Marinette supposed to be clumsy? He swore she was clumsy any other time they met.

The akuma’s giddy laughter brought him back to reality. Le Paon surged forward, practically floating over the block, and stopped next to his assigned partner.

“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” He bit off, leaning over a tad to catch his breath.

The woman huffed. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m wrecking the roads so the city can rebuild them!”

“You’re also giving the heroes the perfect cover!” He argued.

She scoffed. “I haven’t seen a single soul on these streets yet.”

“There’s a civilian girl right there!” Le Paon yelled, throwing a hand towards the street.

“What girl?” 

The two looked down at the rubble below, but the street was empty.

“I don’t see a girl.” The akuma snarked.

Le Paon didn’t respond. He was too busy searching the streets for Marinette. He’d just seen her! Where did she go? Did she get crushed? Did she escape? Please let it be the later.

“You know, when your bosses said ‘hit the road’, I don’t think this is what they meant.”

Le Paon whirled around, coming face to face with Chat Noir.

“Oh~ so, you’re the kitten Hawkmoth kept blabbing about.” The akuma sneered. “What are you gonna do? Spit a hairball at me?” 

Chat Noir smirked and took out his baton. “Something like that.” 

Le Paon lunged for the black-clad hero, who retaliated by jumping back and extending his staff. Le Paon let his fans slide from his sleeves and into his hands, easily fanning them out.

“It doesn’t have to be this way.” He grit. “You and Ladybug could easily hand over your miraculous, and this would all be over.”

Chat Noir scoffed. “Listen, Feathers, I know you tricked LB, but I won’t be fooled so easily.”

“Who says he tricked me?”

Le Paon scowled as Ladybug landed between them. Of course she wouldn’t be far behind that alley cat. Now the playing field was leveled two-to-two, and that made things much more difficult for him. 

“My Lady! Did I say tricked? I-I meant ticked! You know cause he ticked you off after..the fight?” Chat fumbled, pulling a sheepish smile.

The spotted heroine rolled her eyes, the first gesture Le Paon could actually agree with. “Let’s just focus on the akuma, hm?”

“Our request is simple.” Le Paon cut in. “All we need is the miraculous-”

“And for the potholes to be fixed!” The akuma shouted behind him.

“..and for the potholes to be fixed. Then you’ll never hear from us again.”

He expected her to scoff like her partner, or sneer at him and make a biting remark, but that didn’t happen. Quite the contrary. Nothing happened. She just stood there, not speaking, not attacking. He couldn’t see her face because she refused to look at him, but he could feel her unease, the conflict of love and duty and grief twisting through her stomach. 

Guilt. She was feeling guilty. But why? 

“We’ll never give up our miraculous!” Chat Noir declared. 

“Oh, really?” The akuma replied. “Then I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way.” 

She raised her hands into the air, which in turn caused the debri to float higher. Then she dropped her hands, and the debri came flying down. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir spun their weapons to create individual shields for themselves, while Le Paon had to duck for cover to avoid being shredded.

“Watch it!” He hissed. “You have another partner here who can’t magically avoid your artificial meteor shower!” 

The akuma rolled her eyes. “Do you have to complain about everything? Watch for civilians, get the heroes, aim your fire- where did Hawkmoth even get you from?” 

Le Paon went to snap back, but Chat Noir attacked him before he could.

The rest of the battle was about as irritating as it started. Renouveleur- as she later proclaimed herself -wouldn’t follow his orders. They ended up fighting at the drop of a hat, and Le Paon got hit with at least half of her attacks because of it. By the time Ladybug called her lucky charm- a roll of duct tape -He was covered in scrapes and bruises. It was a wonder his suit hadn’t been torn to shreds by that point. He was almost grateful when Ladybug finally used that darned yo-yo to snatch the Renouveleur’s akumatized map from her belt. 

Le Paon sighed, dropping off the roof before she finished purifying it. The last thing he needed was to be alone with those two. 

Miniature Ladybugs washed over the city, taking his injuries and the destruction he’d caused with them. If he remembered correctly, the miraculous cure also put everyone in their original places before the attack. 

Felix slipped through a few alleys to avoid detection from the heroes and scanned the street for a small girl with pigtails. 

Her books were still sprawled across the sidewalk, but she herself hadn’t returned. He went from alley to alley trying to find her, to at least check on her and make sure she was alright, but no luck. Marinette was just.. Gone.

His miraculous beeped a warning, forcing Felix to reluctantly start the run home. There shouldn’t be anything to worry about, right? The miraculous cure always brought everyone back safely, and after that display of agility during the attack, Marinette was sure to be just fine. He could go home, forget about the whole incident, and see her at school tomorrow. That was the logical thing to do in this situation. Go home, and under no circumstances will he visit her a second time. 

-

Aaand I have a problem. Le Paon mentally sighed as he landed on Marinette’s balcony that evening. She was probably fine, and even if she wasn’t, he’s sure she wouldn’t want Paris’ supervillain coming to check on her! Let’s not even talk about his Father’s thoughts on this situation, or the fact that he didn’t know about these visits. 

Where did all of his prided discipline go? Why couldn’t Felix enjoy a nice book in peace anymore without her popping up in his mind every five minutes? When did he become so obsessed? More importantly, how did he make it stop?

A light knock was all it took for the trapdoor to swing open.

“Le Paon.” Marinette gasped. “I didn’t expect you to come back.” 

He cleared his throat. “Uh- yes -well- I saw you at the akuma attack and wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Smooth, Agreste.

A smile graced her lips anyway. “Why don’t you come inside?”

Le Paon stiffened. “I-Inside? As in, ‘inside your house’ inside?”

She giggled. “If that’s okay with you.” 

This girl was really inviting a terrorist into her home. How did her parents raise such a careless daughter?

“I..guess it is.” 

He climbed through the trapdoor, dropping down into a small room covered in pink.

“Sorry about the mess. I tend to stop thinking about cleaning when I’m working on my projects.” 

Various objects littered the floor below- scraps of fabric, sewing tools, strings. The only thing remotely clean was the cream-colored chaise in the corner, and it had a small pile of clothes on it. 

Her room. She’d not only invited him into her house, but her room. Did this girl have a death wish?

Nevertheless, he had to admit it felt nice settling into her large, light pink bean bag chair. “Which project are you working on?” 

Marinette lit up like a Christmas tree towards the questions and happily drew his attention to her mannequin. The dress he’d seen a week ago was still wrapped around it, except some of the edges were more defined and a few of the ruffles were more puffed up. 

“It’s just something I’ve been playing with over the last few weeks, but I think it’s turning out wonderfully so far.”

“I agree. It looks like you’ve put a lot of effort into it.”

“Oh, I have.” She nodded. “I can’t wait to finish it.”

Le Paon smiled. “I can’t wait to see it when it’s finished.”

In hindsight, he probably should have thought about who he was supposed to be posing as before he unwittingly invited himself to come back to her house a third time. 

Marinette gave him a surprised look. “Really? You’re gonna come back?”

Le Paon hesitated. “Uh..”

Say no. You know you can’t come back here again or Father’s gonna find out. Even if he doesn’t find out, spending time with her as Le Paon is a bad idea. The worst idea, actually. Coming back here as Le Paon would be the worst idea in the history of worst ideas. SAY NO.

“Sure. If you don’t mind, that is.” 

...Why am I like this? 

Marinette pulled a warm smile. “Of course I don’t. Come over whenever you want.” 

Felix held back a groan. If that didn’t seal his fate right then..

“That’s very generous of you. I appreciate it.”

She breathed out a chuckled, staring at him with a gentleness that filled him with something he couldn’t quite place. 

“Would you like something to eat? We have cookies downstairs.” She offered.

“Oh, thank you, but I’m fine.” He politely declined. 

“Is there anything you do want? It’s no trouble to make something, I promise.”

Le Paon thought for a moment. “Would tea be alright?” 

At least then she could enjoy some herself.

Marinette brightened. “Perfect! I’ll go get some.”

He nodded, barely catching himself from offering to go help. In this costume, one can imagine her parents wouldn’t exactly be thrilled that he was helping her make tea. 

She climbed down the second trapdoor, leaving him to wonder how much trouble he’d gotten himself into. Talking with her as Le Paon was bad enough, but now he was in her house and having tea with her. What’s next? They’d prance around the city together and go for ice cream?

Felix sighed. As nice as this was, it couldn’t last. Staying here would only hurt both of them, and he didn’t want that. After tonight, he would go home and never come back. 

Well, after tonight and whenever he comes to see her finished dress. He’ll leave after he knows she’s okay, visit to see her finished dress, and then never come back.

Of course, he’d have to visit between now and then to figure out when the dress will be finished. So he’ll finish tonight, come back later to find out when the dress will be done, come back again when it is done, and then never return.

Yes, it’s the perfect plan.

And if it ever needs to be altered because of certain circumstances, well.. Sometimes that’s just life, right?

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OW ~ Pride;; Kuroo

Word Count;; ~2k

Genre;; (Soft) Smut

Pairing;; Kuroo x Oikawa

Published;; 2017-07-09

My Masterlist

Oikawa Week Masterpost

   “Oikawa-san! To what do I owe this pleasure?” Kuroo asked, drawing out the final word into a husky purr.

   Rolling his eyes, Oikawa closed the door to Kuroo’s office. The room was large, larger than he deserved. It had a couch in the corner and several plants that seemed to be wilting. There was a bookshelf with a set of dusty manuals and a book series based off their company’s history. It was unkempt and messy, much like the owner of the office. Even the space he used to complete his work was cluttered and disorganised. When he had accepted this job, he had required in his contract that his desk be wide enough to hold all of his belongings and tall enough to give him legroom. This was a farce, of course. He had no specific belongings he wanted to bring in nor did he need any more space than anyone else. The sole purpose behind it was inappropriate, something the brunet had lectured him on many times before. On top of that, it was an eye sore. Oikawa hated it.

   Oikawa dragged his feet as he crossed the room. He could feel Kuroo’s eyes on him every step of the way. Knowing the other man quite well after years of working together, Oikawa knew that his gaze would fall to his hips if he swayed them too much. That would then lead to some cheesy pickup line or a bad pun. Sometimes he would just come out and say that he wanted to bend the brunet over the table and have his way with him. Oikawa would ignore these comments or, if he was feeling frisky, tease back. This week, however, had been a disaster and he had no intention of playing nice with his carefree coworker. Coming to a stop in front of the desk, he clicked his fingers twice to regain Kuroo’s attention.

   “We need to go over these files. As joint heads of staff, it's our responsibility to-”

   “Who cares? They don't pay me enough for this crap. You should be happy I even waste any of my precious time on this dead end job,” Kuroo sighed, his lazy stare resting on Oikawa’s face as he observed his features. His eyes lit up in mischievous desire, his words raspy when he spoke, “Drop the formal act, Oikawa. You can get comfortable around me. Loosen that tie, kick back, relax. Let's have some fun together.”

   The grin that crawled across his face sent shivers down Oikawa’s spine, but it wasn't new or unexpected. Kuroo always wore that signature smirk when he thought he was being clever. More often than not, he played the role of a bad boy to lure his prey in. Honeyed words and soft touches could melt men and women within seconds. Oikawa knew how much of a nerd he was, however, so his suave demeanor and charming smile were lost on him.

   “Kuroo-chan, your attitude leaves something to be desired. These are important documents and claims. People are depending on us to do our jobs, not for you to screw around in your office all day.”

   “I am, unfortunately, not doing any screwing here but I wouldn't be opposed to it if you'd like to volunteer.”

   With an offended gasp, Oikawa turned on his heels and stormed to the door. Kuroo snickered and made a comment on the nice view presented to him, which earned him an icy glare strong enough to freeze hell over. Oikawa pointed his index finger at the messy raven-haired man and growled, “Show some pride in your work, Kuroo.”

   The next day, Oikawa found himself heading into Kuroo’s office again. Well aware of the fact that he couldn't complete all those claims by himself, he brought a peace offering and a pre-prepared request for his peer’s help. Coffee and muffin in tow, he barged into the office. It was still a mess but the table looked cleaner. Oikawa narrowed his eyes as he searched the desk. Kuroo was behind the desk with a goofy smile plastered on his face so he knew he had the right room, yet he couldn't see the files he left yesterday.

   “I'm glad you've come crawling back to me, Oikawa.”

   “I have half a mind to dump this coffee on your head,” Oikawa snapped, raising the cup to emphasise his point. “Where the hell are those files?”

   Kuroo chuckled, gesturing to the leather seat in front of his desk, “Sit down and relax. As you can see, everything's been taken care of.”

   “That's not funny, Kuroo. I need them back.”

   “I'm not being funny, Oikawa. I finished them last night.”

   “Seriously? How?” Oikawa frowned, tilting his head in suspicion, “Why?”

   “Well, I got to thinking… if I do all the claims for you, then you'll have some free time to spend with me. The longer you spend with me, the sooner you'll realise just how compatible we are. You'll realise what you've been missing and fall straight into my arms. So how about it, Oikawa? Let's have an extended lunch back at my place.”

   Oikawa scoffed, “That's great and all, but those were just the ones that were overdue. I have all the claims for the past week to do as well.”

   “Send them my way, I'll take care of them. I'm clearly the expert at this. Admit it, I'm pretty damn amazing.”

   “I'd hope you're an expert at your job after all these years, Kuroo.”

   “Smart, beautiful, athletic, quirky, funny. I'm the whole package, wouldn't you agree?”

   “If anyone is the whole package here, it's me,” Oikawa groaned, throwing the muffin on the table and sliding the coffee over to Kuroo before walking to the door. “You're not nearly as great as you think you are.”

   “Hey, where are you going?”

   Stopping outside the office, he peered back inside with a huff, “This may surprise you, but some of us actually work around here.”

   It had been a week since Oikawa last saw Kuroo, aside from the incident on Wednesday, at least. The raven-haired man had snuck up behind him in the copy room. Out of nowhere, Oikawa felt a sting electrify his body as Kuroo slapped his ass. Oikawa’s airy gasp excited him, prompting him to do it again. Two, three, four more slaps across the brunet’s toned ass, each harder and firmer and earning a light moan. Before Kuroo could do it a fifth time, Oikawa released the printing machine and smacked him across the arm. Kuroo pouted, his words playful and insincere as he apologised. The only response he received was an eye roll, but he noticed the blush tinting Oikawa's cheeks.

   As much as Kuroo teased Oikawa and annoyed him, he rather enjoyed his company and spending seven whole days apart was torture. For this reason, he found himself strutting into his office. Oikawa had holed himself up inside, leaving only to shower and restock his fridge before rushing back to work. Kuroo was tired of this behavior. He wanted to flirt with his favourite coworker, and give him a gift he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

   He locked the door behind him and closed the blinds. Oikawa muttered about the intrusion but remained on his laptop, his eyes never leaving the screen. His office was just as large, if not larger, than Kuroo’s but it was much more minimalistic. Everything looked clean and clear and there was open space all around. It was almost disturbing. Ignoring how out of place he felt in Oikawa’s space, Kuroo sauntered over to his desk. Placing one hand on the wooden surface, he used his free hand to close the laptop. The cute, confused glare that crossed the brunet’s features made him chuckle.

   “Have you been avoiding me?”

   “Newsflash, Kuroo-chan!” Oikawa pointed at the small mountains of paperwork teetering on his desk. “The world doesn't revolve around you!”

   “Snarky.”

   Kuroo slipped around the desk, positioning himself between the brunet and his work. He pushed Oikawa’s chair back, just enough to give him space to kneel. Nimble fingers began to unbutton Oikawa’s shirt, untucking it from his slacks in one swift motion. Oikawa was bright red, his words stuck in his throat as he stuttered and stammered. Kuroo laughed before running his hands up Oikawa's chest, caressing and pinching his nipples. He licked his lips as he gazed at his friend, his eyes ablaze with lust and need.

   “Have you no shame?” Oikawa hissed as he glanced back at the door to make sure it was locked.

   “Not really. I've been waiting for so many years to do this to you, Oikawa.” Kuroo smirked, continuing to undress the brunet. “Besides, if anyone saw us, they'd be grateful for the view. I mean, look at you. You're like a chiseled work of art.”

   Kuroo didn't waste anymore time on smalltalk. Unbuckling Oikawa's belt and pulling it through his waistband with his teeth, he winked up at the brunet. Oikawa groaned as he yanked the belt out of his mouth and tossed it aside. Soon his pants were around his ankles with his boxers soon to follow. Oikawa was hardening fast, what with one of his many office fantasies coming true and the possibility of being caught. Yet his stomach still churned when he thought about how their boss would react to the situation. The soft pumping his shaft was receiving from his friend did nothing to calm his nerves.

   “Wait, no, think- ah, think ‘bout it. What if someone- Ah, fuck! Kuroo, get off my dick for a moment!”

   “Oh, please. We both know it'll be you on my dick.”

   “That's not what I- ahh,” Oikawa gasped when he felt Kuroo’s mouth wrap around his length, sucking all the way down to his base before working back to the tip with gentle, long licks, “That's not what I meant! If we get caught doing this, we’ll lose our jobs.”

   “You worry too much. Just relax, no one cares. Let me make you feel good, Oikawa, like pure ecstasy.”

   Oikawa didn't bother protesting further. His broken sentences would have fallen on deaf ears anyway. Bucking his hips forward, he thrusted into Kuroo’s mouth. He was amazed by the lack of gagging on the other man’s part. Kuroo rotated between deepthroating him to his hilt and bobbing his head around the tip, his tongue running along the slit as he pumped his shaft and caressed his balls. It had been awhile since Oikawa had orgasmed and his release hit him hard. He did his best to warn Kuroo, but he wasn't fast enough. His cum shot down the raven-haired man’s throat. Oikawa's blush deepened, a hearty groan escaping his lips as he watched Kuroo swallow.

   “Happy birthday, Tooru,” Kuroo purred, wiping the back of his hand along the corners of his mouth.

   “Fucking hell, Tetsu-chan,” Oikawa sighed, catching his breath as he fell back into his chair. “You remembered my birthday?”

   “What kind of friend would I be if I forgot?” Kuroo chuckled as he stood straight, tucking Oikawa’s dick back into his pants and tidying his appearance. Leaning down, his mouth devoured the brunet’s lips. His tongue dove into his open cavern, exploring the darkness within. Kuroo hoped he would get another chance to taste him when he didn't have his release still fresh on his tongue. Breaking the kiss, he winked at the panting brunet, “Perhaps by November, you'll be a little more open to me.”

   “You're really shit at flirting, Tetsu-chan.”

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{Story set in my rp verse with @kaibagirl007 }

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There were times when Seto loved his mansion. With it being so spacious, he could just work in silence in one of the rooms and avoid everyone. Than there are times when he hated how big it was, especially when he couldn't find something....or someone.

This was one of those times.

"Muffin?...Muffin?! Are you still here?" Seto called out through the mansion. About Two hours ago, Aqua texted him asking if it was to come over. At the time, he was busy with emails and other small mundane tasks for KaibaCorp to make Monday's work load a little easier. When he saw it, He was kinda deep and wanted to finish what he was doing, so he texted back saying he could, but he was busy so he wouldn't be able to greet him.

Well....That was two hours ago. Aqua didn't even great Seto himself. Just why did he come over anyway?

"Muffin?!" Seto huffed slightly. Damn he hated his mansion right now. And here he was excited for a cuddle session with his sugar muffin.

"Aquamarine?" Seto called out to a part of the mansion that even he rarely visited. There he heard soft singing of an angels voice. He couldn't help but smile softly and follow the voice to a door that was slightly cracked. Gently pushing it open, he couldn't help but blink from the bright Sunlight streaming from the window.

And sitting in front of it, was his sweet Aquamarine.

The smaller man was sitting on stool in front of an easel holding a small canvas. He was painting covered short overalls and messy t-shirt, and his hair was in a long pigtail. In his ears he could easily see earbuds in.

'Explains why he didn't answer me...'Seto thought with a soft sigh. Still he was happy to see Aqua and his heart melted at how cute his boyfriend was, singing and swaying to the beat, yet still was able to...do whatever he was doing. Just what was he up to?

Quietly walking over, he hugged Aqua from behind and laid his chin on Aqua's soft hair. Said name jumped and looked slightly panicked before relaxing. Giggling softly and pulling out his ear buds, he glanced up.

"Hey Teddy Bear, I thought you were busy working." Aqua asked. Both shared a quick kiss before Seto answered.

"I was, than I heard a beautiful voice and just had to follow it." Seto said, chuckling at Aqua's slight blush. While Aqua never saw his voices appeal, Seto did and loved to compliment him whenever he could. Before Aqua could argue, Seto's eyes turned to the Canvas and the sketch. It looked familiar...

"Is it...a blue eyes?" Seto asked and Aqua beamed.

"Yep...But which Blue Eyes~" Aqua said teasingly. Seto got a thoughtful look, before looking back at the canvas. It didn't look like any of his three blue eyes he had in his deck, and he doubted Aqua knew of the fourth that he....yeah.

So that left one option.

"Its Nacre!" He said grinning and Aqua nodded. Seto got a smug look on his face, and Aqua giggled.

"I finished the sketch and I'm proud of how it turned out, but I still need to paint it." He also stretched (Seto moved back when he did this).

"But I also need a break..." He sighed. Seto chuckled.

"Well you can always take one." He said smiling. "However, I must say Muffin It will never cease to amaze me how easily talented you are with art. You did something like this in just two hours-"

"Its been two hours?!" Aqua exclaimed and Seto laughed.

"As I was saying, you could do something like this in a short time span and it looks so perfect." Aqua rolled his eyes.

"Its not perfect, Her jaw is slightly out of proportion, her wings aren't fully symmetrical, her eyes aren't as detailed as I like-"

"You are your own worse critic Muffin." Seto said sighing and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend again. Aqua shrugged slightly.

"Besides this is just some practice..." He said before his eyes brightened, and he turned to his boyfriend with shining eyes.

"Wanna do a free style paint with me?" He asked excitedly. Seto blinked and looked at Aqua with confusion

"Aqua, must I remind you of Adena?" He said skeptically. Aqua gave a soft giggle before standing up.

"Yeah, I know." He started before grabbing another canvas and setting the nacre one aside. "But Freestyle has no rules! You can do whatever you please!" He said happily and looking at Seto.

"It could be fun, We could create something together..." He said with a hint of shyness and Seto relented. He really couldn't say no to Aqua...he just couldn't.

"Alright Muffin...you win." He said with an smile. Aqua giggled and started pulling out paints.

"You probably want to change clothes. Paint is messy, and takes....a lot to wash out." Aqua said laughing bitterly and Seto gave a smile.

"Alright, I'll be back in a second." He said walking back to his room. He didn't have a lot of "relaxing" clothes, outside of Pajamas, but he did have a pair of comfortable sweatpants and the aheago shirt he got for his birthday he didn't know why he kept it..

Walking back to the room he left Aqua in, He felt elated..excited! Was painting together something "normal" couples do? He gave a quiet chuckle to himself. Since when did he become so...comfortable with this feeling. He didn't know...and if he was honest he didn't care.

Walking into the room where he left Aqua, He saw that there was now a stool for him and Aqua was busy pulling out paints. He had this look of total focus on his face. It was a look that Seto wasn't too familiar with, but it was one that gave him shivers. And as soon as he saw that look, it vanished like the wind and was replaced by the soft, sunshine smile he loved so dearly when there eyes met

"Oh there you are! Come on, All thats missing is you!" Aqua said waving him over, which Seto happily obliged. Sitting on the other stool, Aqua handed him a paintbrush and held out an pallette of colors. Seto looked them all over before dipping his brush in Red Eyes Red and was about to start painting....

Except he didn't

Seto just....sat there, blank minded. He wanted to paint, but he didn't know what. Also he couldn't just undo a mistake like he could press backspace on his computer. It made him nervous...what if messed up and it looked bad?!

'This is why I work with technology..' Seto thought bitterly to himself

Aqua watched his boyfriend's eyes start to cloud over. Not a good sign as it meant Seto was over thinking...Again. Aqua gave a soft sigh before picking a paintbrush of his own. He gave a glance to the paint pallette and then Seto before a mischievous grin came to his mind. Dipping his brush in Blue Eyes Blue he painted a heart on Seto's cheek.

"What's the use of feeling blue~"

Seto blinked back to reality when he felt something wet on his cheek. Raising a hand, he felt something sticky...and heard his giggling boyfriend. A quick glance to Aqua was all he needed to know what happened. He gave a soft sigh before smiling...than looking at Aqua more closely.

Aqua has beautiful caramel skin, aside from a few tiny scars he got from childhood, it was perfectly flawless in Seto's eyes. It was also...clean. A small smirk came across his face.

Oh yeah...He knew exactly what he wanted to paint now.

Aqua's eyes were shut and he was still giggling. Seto leaned over and painted Aqua's neck. Said name yelped and looked at a now Smug CEO.

"Seto!!"

"Hey I was just painting on my Canvas~" Seto said teasingly before readying his brush for another attack. Aqua did a quick mental debate.

He could A. Use his magic and easily paint Seto or B. No Magic and get easily owned.

Both are tempting....and He shouldn't Magic to cheat when Seto was pretty powerless

Aqua gave a playful smirk and readied his own paint brush.

"Well then, It seems I have a very handsome canvas in front of me." He said waving his own brush. Both men were in a stand off, staring at each other with a playful seriousness.

They waited for whoever would strike first, a stillness was in the air.

Seto struck first, easily painting Aqua's neck more and making the smaller man start giggling. Damn Seto's speed! Aqua swiped his paint brush against Seto's forehead, and Seto instinctivly pulled back and gave a playful glare at his boyfriend. He quickly cleaned off his brush and dipped it in Baby Dragon Orange and grabbed Aqua around his waist and started painting Aqua's arms with random doodles.

Aqua started to laugh loudly and squirm. It didn't really tickle, but it did still feel funny to the smaller male and his skin was unfortunately to sensitive for his own good. Seto himself started chuckling. He couldn't deny how adorable his muffins laugh was. However his eyes drifted close while he was laughing, and Aqua struck back.

Using his magic to clean his brush, He changed the color to Dark Magician Purple and he painted Seto's neck and ears. Seto shivered and recoiled. He gave a glance to the giggling man next to him. Despite being painted on...he couldn't help but melt.

He was making Aqua laugh, a sense of proud filled him.

Until Aqua coated his paintbrush in Insect Queen Green and accidentally got it in his hair.

There was an errie silence for a second as both males looked at each other. Aqua suddenly looked worried and flustered and started trying to clean it off.

"Shit, I'm so sorry Seto, I didn't mean for that to happen! Oh Kami-" Aqua said in a rushed panicked voice. Seto took a moment to process what exactly JUST happened.

There was paint in his hair

It was green

It was probably ugly

His boyfriend is panicking. Wait What?

Seto looked to his boyfriend who's eyes darkned spectacularly. Which was never a good sign. So slowly..very slowly, Seto reached his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him into his lap, which made Aqua yelp than burst into giggles when Seto Nuzzled his neck, a clean part

"Hey now...I'm not mad." Seto said playfully kissing his boyfriends cheek. He grabbed his paintbrush again, and started painting Aqua's other arm, alongside just gently tapping his fingers on Aqua's stomach. Sending the smaller male in a fit of laughter.

Aqua squirmed and wiggled, but Seto had a tight grip on his waist so he couldn't do much. Except laugh, that he could do!

"Seto!" He managed to get out. "You absolute Bastard! You suck!" Which made Seto himself laugh. He knew Aqua was just throwing empty insults his way, and he just let them roll off his back. This was probably his favorite way to make Aqua laugh, and how he loved when he did.

But he also knew when to stop. The second he did Aqua panted, trying to fill his lungs with much needed air. He than turned to his boyfriend with a playful glare.

"One of these days, I'm going to find all your ticklish spots and go to town on you." He said, his eyes glittered with mischief. Seto gave his trademark smirk.

"I'd love to see you try~" It wasn't as if Seto wasn't ticklish, he was, but it was in very few spots, and Aqua only knew one. So he was safe for the moment. He turned and started to clean his paint brush, before handing Aqua his.

"Let's paint for real this time, Shall we?" He suggested and Aqua nodded and cleaned his brush. Coating the brush in Kuriboh Brown, he started painting a base of a tree trunk and branches, which gave Seto an inspiration.

Coating his brush in Dark Magician Purple, He started painting a resemblance of the wisteria he had growing in the mansion gardens. It wasn't perfect by any means, but it was fun..and he was doing with the person he loved most.

Aqua on the other hand, cleaned his brush and pulled out his favorite color: Ra Gold. He started painting small golden vines on the tree, sometimes making small flowers along the way.

"That's beautiful Muffin." Seto said in a warm voice and Aqua's cheeks flushed with the praise. In return he kissed Seto's cheek and went back to painting. Both men painted in a blissful silence, occasion sounds of movement from cleaning a brush or a compliment.

Soon Seto cleaned his paintbrush for a final time and dipped in blue eyes blue, and started to create his favorite duel monster with accuracy. Well he tried at least. With each stroke of his brush, he felt a little less confident in himself and felt he was disrespecting Blue Eyes. His movements started to slow.

"Hey, It doesn't have to be perfect....as long as you had fun with your work, to me it'll always be a masterpiece." Aqua's soft voice drifted into Seto's ears and a smile worked its way to his lips. He placed a kiss on Aqua's head and went back to painting.

After a few minutes he stopped and sat his brush down. The form wasn't perfect, Nothing compared to Aqua's masterpiece of earlier....but it was his. It was theirs, and that was all that mattered.

"This is probably the most beautiful work of art I ever seen." Aqua said with a happy giggle and Seto rolled his eyes.

"No its not, Its nothing compared to what you can do."

"So? This is OUR masterpiece Mr. Kaiba and I will address it however I want." Aqua said in a playfully snobbish tone which made both men laugh before they shared a tender kiss.

Soft and tender, a feeling of happiness between the two before they separated. Aqua gave a bright smile before he looked down on himself and laughed.

"I need a shower..." He said and Seto chuckled.

"So do I...and I need my hair washed."

"Wanna kill two birds with one stone?" Asked the smaller male with a tone laced with mischief. Seto smirked.

"Are you going to keep your hands to yourself Muffin?"

"Hey it was you last time!" Both men gave another laugh as they started to clean up the area. Besides Aqua flicking paint at Seto a few times and Seto getting revenge, the place was clean in no time and Aqua held Setos hand.

"Ready to get clean?" He sang out and in response, Seto picked him up bridal style and started to walk out. Aqua clung to him and leaned on his shoulder. Looking back at their painting one last time, he aimed a little magic at it adding one final touch.

"Are you gonna hang our masterpiece~"

"Pssh, Probably not."

"Seto!!"

While the couples little squabble grew farther and farther, if one were to look at the painting now, They'd see an new addition.

A small golden lotus on top of the Blue Eye's head.

A few days later, Seto's Home office got a new decoration.

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Hello! I was going through your supportive Regis to Iggy stuff and I’M MELTING!! I love it so much! Do you have anymore Regis-Ignis stuff or even other characters who support gladnis? I really wanna know!

*SMACKS WITH LOVE*

HELLO MUFFIN U THOUGHT I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU? HAH. U ABSOLUTE FOOL. I AM HERE TO SERRRRRRRRRVE 

I’m very excited to answer this because even though I still have 60+ asks (WAY over a year old now, god damn it), it made me so happy to get a new one with such old vibe? Idk how to explain it, it just felt like the first times I’d get asks anD IT MADE ME SO HAPPY OMG THANK YOU ;w;

But not gonna make the intro too long, you here for the nice stuff, so here we go!

The supportive Regis to Iggy stuff is old, some of my first, AND I FREAKING LOVE IT. Here you have supportive Regis being a good papa, and supportive Regis multiple headcanons if you missed it/don’t remember! :3

NOW LET’S SEE WHAT WE CAN GET FROM THIS

AU where Regis is Ignis’ supportive dad figure:

Quick summary following the previous posts’ canon: Iggy’s parents love him but aren’t very good parents. He’s just Noct’s adviser and a kingdom’s servant for them, and don’t care about Iggy’s relationships, not even his romantic one, so they never make any space to talk about it or interact or even care. Not kingdom issues? Then I don’t have time, sweetie, focus on your job and don’t make me waste my time.

So Regis has taken up on the role of Papa Regis for Ignis because a parent isn’t just feeding your child, WHERE IS THE GODDAMN SUPPORT, HE JUST WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THE TIME HE ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED HALF HIS ICE-CREAM ON SATURDAY’S DATE NIGHT, CAN YOU JUST. FUCKING LOVE HIM GODDAMMIT HOW HARD IS IT 

Regis always gets some time to listen to Iggy about Gladio. Even if it’s a few shared whispers while crossing the door to Council meeting, he’ll always ask. Ignis has gotten a grip of that, and they’ve managed to get away with it, be it a long conversation, or two sentences, all so long Iggy gets to express a bit of what he feels :’)

You know what Regis does most? He disguises lots of forms of support in formalities so that Ignis can get away with his things.

Like the one post shared above where Regis made up the lame excuse of “oh, uh, you: drive the Regalia to the Amicitia house and then you’re free lmao” (it’s sO CUTE OMG HOW DARE PAST-ME WRITE SOMETHING SO CUTE). 

Ignis’ parents and council in general are always overwhelming and overloading Ignis of so much work, it’s sometimes a real struggle to find the time to dedicate to his relationship. Gladio understands, but it’s still not fair for Iggy.

So Regis is going to do the Thing: POWER ABUSE. FOR THE BABY.

Not rly power abuse lmao but he’s the king, he has the ultimate word and orders, right? So if he wants Ignis to have some time to himself, HE’S GOING TO FUCKING HAVE IT. But, so that his parents don’t notice or don’t have an excuse to complain, Regis will disguise some Ignis Free Time as orders.

Ignis wants to write a love letter for Gladio, but is stashed to the very last pore of politics paperwork.

“Excuse me, lord, ladies, can you be so kind as to get this paperwork done? I require of this young lad’s presence to be my personal scribe for a very, very important speech. *Closes door* Yes, right, where do we start? The…importance of…the crown, symbol of the city, emblem of…you write your thing, Ignis, I’ll just babble things, ok? the light and…stuff and things and I’ll just start reciting the whole of Kupo Wars intro speech and no one will notice if I speak regal and kingly like this are you good? you need anything you tell me, alright? LONG AGO IN A FAR AWAY GALAXY-”

It’s a special date and Ignis wants to bake something for Gladio because GladiO LOVES EATING SO MUCH, YOUR MAJESTY, HE’S SO HAPPY WHEN HE EATS AND I WANT TO MAKE HIM HAPPY

“Yes, hello, it seems like Ignis won’t be able to attend this interview because I want to impress the Tenebrae diplomats and I need the best chef of Eos aiding me, come here on royal duty, Ignis.”

((after Ignis finished baking the cake and people expected Regis to try it he just went “AAAH, GOODNESS, I FORGOT I’M ALLERGIC TO CAKE, WHAT A DUMBASS I AM, WELP, WE DON’T WANT IT TO GO TO WASTE SO WHY DON’T YOU TAKE IT TO SOMEONE ELSE YOU KNOW WILL LOVE IT, IGNIS? ( ´ ▽ ` )))

((regis how is anyone allergic to cake as a whole lmao))

Ignis is just sad because he wants to spend a bit of time with Gladio.

“HELLO IGNIS, GUESS WHICH ABSOLUTELY IDIOTIC KING RIPPED HIS CLOTHES, WHAT A MYSTERY, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN, I THINK YOU’LL HAVE TO GO BUY ME A NEW SUIT BUT DON’T YOU DARE GO ALONE, YOU’RE A FAMOUS FACE OF THE ROYAL WORLD, YOU OBVIOUSLY NEED A GUARD, AM I RITE, WHO IS AVAILABLE RIGHT NOW-”

“well, Cor is-”

“GLADIOLUS, DEAR, WHAT A COINCIDENCE, I HAVE A JOB FOR YOU RIGHT NOW, BOY.”

Soft and gentle and loving as he is, Regis can also be shady af with people that deserve it.

Scientia father is talking about some stupid thing and he mentions his son.

Regis is giving him the most deeply confused frown of the world, and ultra genuinely asks “You have a son???????”

He does this. EVERY. TIME. Scientia parents talk about Ignis LMAO, EVERY FUCKING TIME

(just wants to make it clear he doesn’t see them as parents to Ignis but that’s just his opinion, right, what does it matter, fuck him)

Regis isn’t only a supportive dad for Iggy when it comes to Gladnis. He’s also a supportive papa in general.

Kiddo Ignis can’t. STOP STARING. At the aerial rope acts and acrobatics on TV. THEY ARE JUST. SO FUCKING ARTISTIC. SO ELEGANT. SO BEAUTIFUL. KIDDO IGNIS LOVES THE ACROBATS HELOVESTHEMSOMU- ok Iggy TV time is over, you have to go make your ridiculously advanced homework that sucks the childhood out of you ok baby boy?

40 year old Regis Papa Sense tingles. 

40 y.o. Regis is taking Ignis from his parents at a hallway while they were leading him to his first Crownsguard training lesson “Yes, I take it from here, I want to give him a little encouraging speech, you know how this can be a little disheartening from how hard it is? Haha yeah, children these days am I rite”

Ignis walks into the training hall expecting Cor or Clarus or some Crownsguard with a pole ready to fucking SMACK HIM.

Ignis walks into the training hall being received by Insomnia’s fifth best circus arts coreographer. 

“Hello, you must be Ignis. The king said you’re very excited about aerial ropes and acrobatics? That’s so cool. Are you excited to be learning it yourself, now?”

Little twelve years old Ignis is GASP .A. *looks up at Regis like ¿¿¿¡¡¡¡???!!!*

“It’s OBVIOUSLY just to have an expert acrobat fighter, the only one of your kind, flexible, agile fighter that can jump, am I rite, enemies won’t expect that. So this is NOT arts class, it’s…OBVIOUSLY your Crownsguard training as we told your parents. OBVIOUSLY. Right, boy? Now, we don’t want to spoil the surprise. No telling mom and dad, ok? You tell them it’s Cor teaching you to punch things. Have fun. I mean. TRAIN HARD, HUFFFFFFFF”

IGNIS WAS HYSTERICALLY HAPPY YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE SO MUCH JOY FITS IN THAT CHILD

Nineteen year old Ignis figured out his first real strategy at war table and it was an utter success.

Papa be like, not even looking away of his papers, “It’s your responsibility.”

REAL PAPA Regis rushed to hug him, grinning, and goes “Wow, Ignis, that’s fantastic!! Congratulations!! You worked very hard on it, and you helped save so many lives. Imagine all the families that will reunite thanks to you. You, fantastic boy, you’re so young and so skilled already, I’m so proud of you.”

Ignis had a literal nervous breadown out of stress overload.

Mama be like “take these pills, rest five minutes, now go back to your office, you can’t stay behind, you have all these paperworks DUE TOMORROW, YOU CAN’T JUST CALL IN SICK??? LIKE IT’S AN EXCUSE¿¿¿”

Ignis arrived to his office to find two sofas placed there together like a bed, comfy, cozy, with a blankie and cushions, and a therapist waiting at the desk.

“Hello. You must be Ignis. The king scheduled an appointment for you today. He also said you don’t need to worry about the paperwork, and said, I quote *reads paper* “…fuck paperwork”. Oh my. Anyway, come here, please lie down and let’s see what we can do for you, ok, sweetie?”

Seventeen year old Ignis is NERVOUS about his first date with Gladio. Like. HIS CRUSH. ASKED HIM OUT?? HIS CRUSH. NOT ANYONE, HIS ACTUAL CRUSH SINCE HE WAS TEN??????? THE GUY HE HAD BEEN PINING OVER FOR YEARS. THE GUY THAT HE FELT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WAY OUT OF HIS LEAGUE. HE. ASKED. HIM. OUT. WTF, HOW CAN IGNIS NOT BE NERVOUS, HE’S BEEN CRUSHING ON HIM SINCE EVEN BEFORE HE KNEW WHAT A CRUSH WAS

Papa be like “But?? I thought you were staying in today for training????? What about the prince’s interviews you have to cover for the day after tomorrow?? The paperwork for monday?? Your HOMEWORK¿¿ Ignis, you’re way better than this, leave the teenage drama alone. Free time? That you’re a teen and just want to go out and I just think about work??? Yes, no, I understand that, of COURSE I do, I just…nervous? IT’S JUST A DATE IGNIS OHMYGOD, don’t be so immature, just wear anything, go to your date, and be back as soon as possible, I won’t tolerate you being out after eight.”

Papa Regis is stopping a deep breathing absent-looking Ignis in the middle of the hallway to ask if he’s fine. It took like fifteen minutes of an embarrassed Ignis melting and becoming a puddle of shyness making excuses before he spilled the truth, blushing in embarrassment, whispering, feeling absolutely fucking stupid and like a dork.

“…I just…don’t know…what to wear…”

Regis be (・_・ )

An hour later locked away in Ignis’ office after having had an ACTUAL KINGSGLAIVE FUCKING SNEAK INTO IGNIS’ HOUSE AND BRING ALL HIS CLOTHES IN A HURRY (under royal command lmao), Regis is adjusting Ignis’ hair and glasses over and over, stepping back, staring with a >:| look, then going back in, re-arrange, step back, stare like >:|, step in to re-arrange, and so over and over, all while both discuss over it like it’s a death or life issue.

Regis becomes expert fashion critique

“HOW. Are you going to put those shoes on with THAT shirt.”

“YOU’RE RIGHT, I JUST. I’M SO NERVOUS.”

But being serious, Regis made sure to spend so very long in there with Ignis not because he didn’t know what to have him wear; that was the excuse to spend a while with Ignis to help him calm down. Boy was absolutely GONE, he needed to put his feet back on earth before his date or he was going to combust lmao

AND IT WORKED

Ignis’ shift is over and he goes “I wasted my last hour doing NOTHING ;A;”

“HOW DARE YOU SAY IT’S NOTHING WHEN WE USED IT SO WELL TO GET YOU READY”

Ignis is more honored by having had the king help him pick his clothes than working so it doesn’t feel as bad. Plus, Regis knows his way through the mess of his head to make him not feel guilty

Before going out of the office, Regis is taking his time to smile a lot and stare at Ignis, before he drops the whole king attitude or fashion expert and goes with this tender, warm, and genuinely happy voice “So he finally asked you out.”

Ignis absolutely changes then. He just…glOWS HAPPY AND LOVING. And of course he starts sharing the whole thing with Regis, from asking out to how long he had been liking him to how he feels about it and stuff. Regis listens patiently, and then he gets up from his place and goes to grab Ignis’ face and helps a bit with his hair, and he can’t help but stare and stare with these…these IMMENSELY WARM EYES AND THIS HUGE SWEET, TENDER SMILE

“I’m so happy for you two. You two have always looked good together, and I think you’re meant to be. You’ll be fine, son.”

Ignis may have teared up a little and looked down. He feels…sO ENCOURAGED, SO SUPPORTED, HE FEELS LIKE SOMEONE CARES, IT’S SO NICE AKLSDJFDG

of fucking COURSE it was the best first date EVER

Ignis sometimes wants to get Gladio presents, but he doesn’t know where to put them (as in, if he gets Gladio a gift, it may be a few days earlier, so where does he store it during those few days?). No way to put them in his room because his parents check his room (never looking for anything in particular but it’s to ‘’keep him in check’’ or some bullshit), and they have key to his office too. 

Regis motherfucking Lucis Caelum is going to store that unicorn plushie in armiger and you better not question him.

You know how Regis and Noctis have royal portraits taken each certain years?

Yes, there is an official royal photograph or Regis with a twenty year old Ignis because what the fuck do you mean it’s just for the Lucis Caelum last name he’s my son regardless of last names fuck you give me that stupid camera

Of course it didn’t count to the ‘official’ archives of the heir and monarch portraits but goddammit is Regis going to make sure it’s hung somewhere in the fucking Citadel.

You thought Regis was just taking the role at times? HELL NO, HE’S GOING FULL PAPA BEAR MODE, HE LOVES IGGY AS MUCH AS HE LOVES NOCT, OF COURSE HE’S GOING THIS FAR

He keeps making that little adorable slip of thinking of Noct and Iggy as literal brothers because he’s just so into supporting Ignis he keeps forgetting he’s not his son neither legally or genetically.

“You can’t just get rid of your brother-in-law, that’s ridiculous.”

“…who?”

“Gladi- ooh, yes, lmao, I forgot. I meant Gladio”

“DO NOT TALK LIKE THAT TO YOUR BROTHER.”

“But I don’t have a brother.”

“right”

“You should follow Ignis’ example, that’s what big brothers are for.”

“Dad you’re doing it again.”

“Hello, Ignis? I wanted to talk to your brother. Ah, fuck, I meant, Noctis.”

Regis gets really moody every time Scientia parents are around. He knows they’re not necessarily evil, but that doesn’t mean they’re not abusive. He’s been reflecting long about it and he sees them as abusive even if incidentally so of course he gets moody. HOW DARE THEY MISTREAT MY CHILD LIKE THAT.

Regis had Clarus review a literal petition to change Insomnia’s adult age from 21 to 19 so Ignis could move the fuck out of his house sooner.

council said no those pieces of shIT

Regis insisted

“Your Majesty, we can’t just change that law so easily and fast, and think of-”

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY CHILDREN WANT TO GET OUT OF THEIR GODDAMN HOUSE TO ESCAPE AN ABUSIVE ENVIRONMENT BUT FUCKING CAN’T BECAUSE THEY’RE “TOO YOUNG”

Regis mopped about it for a month

When Noct moved to his flat near school, Regis did it so he could grow a bit of independency…and to give Ignis the spare key.

“My son may need some watch every now and then. Leave the house duties to him, that’s fine, son, just…uh…keep an eye on him some nights. Any night you want. I happened to find only a flat with two separate rooms haha what a coINCIDENCE AIN’T IT so it’s fine if you want to spend the night with Noct :)”

He was basically gifting Ignis his own shared apartment WHAT THE HECK YOUR MAJESTY YOU’RE GIVING ME A WHOLE ASS APARTMENT?????? OMG NO STOP

((Ignis used that apartment very frequently the poor bby ;A;))

When Noct graduates and goes back to living at the Citadel, Ignis at first is sort of upset of having to go back to his house every day. He normally can’t get to spend the nights at Gladio’s or anyone else’s because his parents thing it’s inappropriate. But Ignis just looks…so upset. He doesn’t say anything, and he keeps talking about being happy of Noct’s growth and independency and graduation and his grades and him getting to be back with his dad and stuff, but when he’s alone he looks so upset. He looks like he’s sleeping less, and worse than before; he looks like…like carrying a heavier weight, that kept growing and growing. He looked less healthy, less happy, less bright.

And as soon as he notices, there we have him, king motherfucking Regis signing the official return of the prince’s gentlemen job, and signing Ignis in the goddamn title without even asking him first. 

Regis’ excuse is that Ignis is his first assistant, personal adviser, closest companion, so it only makes sense to have Ignis attend him personally at any time the prince so needs it, SO YOU BETTER NOT HAVE ANY EXCUSES YOU PIECES OF SHIT TO LET YOUR SON LIVE IN THE ROOM NEXT TO NOCT’S, OKAY, FUCK YOU.

It was a smart move because Scientia parents were delighted with the promotion and progress, yes yes, we told you working this hard would get you really far, son, of course it was due to the pressure we put on you that you get to be the prince’s personal assistant to a new level.

Regis really just wanted Ignis to get out of that goddamn place for most nights.

And not like Noctis asks for anything. Wakes up WAY later than Ignis, cleans his own room as best as he can (he’s trying, ok? LEAVE HIM ALONE), and it’s not like it’s the 1st century to be asking Ignis to dress him or anything, ew, get away of my room, you dork, this is my stuff!!

IGNIS HAS NEVER SLEPT SO GODDAMN WEL IN HIS GODDAMN LIFE, and it’s not like his parents don’t let him sleep or anything, it’s just…the air. It’s different. The environment is WAY comfier and more cozy, HE LOVES SLEEPING THERE.

Regis is also there when Iggy is having bad times.

As much as he’s eventually learned that his parents just Don’t Care, it’s not like it’s an easy thing to digest, you know? Because they’re this horrible mix between genuinely loving and still abusive and toxic. They want the best for him, but they’ve broken him to the point of literal physical breakdowns. They love him, but don’t know his favorite meal or color. They want him to go far but forget he’s a human, and just see his grades and work, and don’t know how he has fun and have never once listened to him about his YEARS LONG RELATIONSHIP WITH A MAN HE GENUINELY LOVES AND WHO HE HAS LIVED WITH THE MOST ADVENTURES. Ignis is often very troubled about his parents, because as much distance as he’s put in between and as much as he doesn’t acknowledge them as his parents because of all the bad they’ve done to him and how absent they’ve been, he just can’t help but…still be hurt about it, you know? 

So even though he has Regis’ full awesome support, and Clarus’, and other parental figures, it’s just not the people he grew up with all his life calling “parents”. They may be abusive and absent but goddammit, the child in him used to think they were his parents, and good ones. It’s not like he can just not care.

So it’s not rare that Ignis gets emotional over it, or has cried a few times, especially when he has something significative going on in his life and his parents just aren’t there, even when he reaches out to them and they’re just “too busy”.

SO ONE DAY

Nothing particular had happened. It was the constant storing of that kinda events, thoughts and feelings that kept building up until they were too many and made Ignis sort of break. 

His parents just wouldn’t speak about his relationship with Gladio. The most they have gotten to was telling him to not be explicit about it to save scandals about someone as important as an Amicitia, to always be perfectly sharp and as best looking as he could because an Amicitia just couldn’t be seen with someone less than Perfect, and would often tell him to not get hopes too high because Gladiolus looked like a man to constantly switch partners so you better be careful. But they never cared about knowing him, having him for dinner, talking about their dates, not even how or WHEN it started, they didn’t even know how long it had been going on, or the places they’ve been or the things they’d done together, NOTHING.

Ignis is so very often at the Amicitias’; has dinner, sleeps over when he can, has gone out with Iris alone SO MANY times, has been with Clarus alone SO MANY TIMES, has LITERALLY GONE ON VACATIONS WITH THEM, and his parents can’t even shake Gladio’s hand even when they all work in the same goddamn place? Were they for real?

Ignis once tried talking with them about the possibility of marriage. He had been with Gladio for a good couple years, and he was sure about it, and had even spoken a bit with Gladio about it, and it seemed like a bright plan. 

It took Ignis MONTHS. Literal months of mental preparation. He wrote the little speech and corrected it over and over and over and over for weeks to know what to tell his parents and how. He practiced in his head, with the mirror, with Noctis, he rehearsed aloud to an empty room. He had his routine of breathing before it to get ready, during it to not lose it, he had been gathering courage for all those MONTHS

“I’m sorry, Ignis, I know it’s important but I have to hand these papers in three days from now. Could you tell me some other day?”

He didn’t even get to the first word of his speech because he wasn’t even given the chance.

He dropped the bomb in the first sentence he said, on purpose, so his parents would know how big of a thing it was and wouldn’t discard it; “I’ve spoken with Gladiolus about marriage.” And he got this. I’m busy. Paperwork. Good that you’re marrying but can you please not interrupt me?

Ignis didn’t even get angry. He just stood there, in front of his parents, staring a little with a blank face. He still waited a bit, and his mom did look up from her papers as if asking if he needed anything. Willing to listen, and Ignis knew and saw it. 

But decided it wasn’t worth it, and he just turned around and left. 

He didn’t feel bad that night, or the next, and he worked just fine during the week…but he kept…to say it some way, withering.

 Like back when he had to go back to sleeping at his parents’ every night, Ignis started slowly looking restless and upset with each day. With the heavy air and shoulders, the tired look, and that exhausted aura that felt like he struggled at getting out of bed every day. 

And of course, Regis noticed. 

One day, he visited Ignis to see what was going on. He had Ignis sit on a chair and he sat across him, and had him talk about it. By that point Ignis has grown so much personal trust with Regis that he doesn’t struggle anymore at opening up with him. 

Ignis spoke long, much longer than he knew he had to speak, about all the things his parents don’t do and do, and went on and on, and it was past the shift end hour, it got dark and late and they didn’t even bother turning the lights on and just kept going. 

And then Ignis got to the point where one sentence alone had him break.

“I don’t understand, I’m their son, and they love me, so why don’t they care?”

Ignis stopped there because, as he said that last bit, he started crying. Fast, out of nowhere, not even noticing, he just…broke down right there. At first he stayed still while crying, as if only after saying it aloud had he noticed the weight it held. 

Little by little he started putting the head down, until he seemed to finally understand what he said, and so he started properly crying. Ignis tried cleaning his eyes, took his glasses off, and sobbed and cried.

It wasn’t long before Regis had stood from his chair and had reached for him. Got close, and took Ignis in a hug.

Ignis didn’t even care if this was the king or someone else’s dad. He didn’t. He just buried his face in his hands, and his hands and face in Regis’ chest, and started sobbing. 

Regis hugged him and kept him to his chest for as long as he needed. He pet his hair, rubbed his back, squeezed his arms, and didn’t let go while letting Iggy cry all that he wanted to sob out.

After a bit, Ignis tried cleaning his nose and eyes, and let go of his face to hug Regis back. It was a bit timid, and a little weak, but he held to Regis’ jacket like a scared, upset kid, and shyly sniffled while calming down. 

“Why don’t they care?” he whispered again mid-tears, genuinely lost…but not alone.

Later, when Ignis let go and Regis sat next to him, Ignis apologized because he “should” be grateful for what he has, and he has Regis and that’s way better than any parent he could have asked for and way better than the bad his real parents have done to him, and, surprisingly, Regis didn’t agree this time.

“It’s not something that can be replaced. A joy in your life doesn’t nulify the bad. When it hurts, it hurts. I can be your dad all that we want, but it won’t take away the hurt you feel for the real one. And that’s ok. You are grateful for what you have, but it’s also ok to be hurting on this. I would be hurting, too.”

someone give this man a prize already please

A week later Clarus walked into a very upset Regis giving a paper his Tantrum Frown.

“Regis?”

“Clarus how do I adopt an adult that has legal living parents?”

Regis, no.

REGIS ABSOLUTELY FUCKING YES.

Now Regis doesn’t ask the Scientia “you have a son?” whenever they mention Ignis, he just goes “Ah, you know his name?”

savage

One day, a 24 year old Iggy went to Regis’ chambers during a sunday hence day off. Regis was ? :3

Ignis asked Regis if he would please help him choose the engagement ring he was going to get for Gladio.

Regis was out of the room screaming and swinging the Regalia’s keys before Ignis had finished the sentence.

SHOPPING TIME

There we have him a PROUD PAPA going with his BEAUTIFUL SON to get an engagement ring because BOY IS GONNA ASK HIS BF FOR MARRIAGE AND JESUS CHRIST IS THIS EXCITING

Honestly I’m saving how excited Regis was because it’s just too much excitement to be described lmao 

Just imagine him screeching the whole way to the mall

and the dy after

and all over the week

Regis was so excited he slightly fainted at least twice across the week lmao thank the gods a chuckling Clarus was there to help but anyway back to RING SHOPPING

Just like that time Regis was his FASHION EXPERT on the first date Iggy had with Gladio, Regis is now becoming RING EXPERT for him

“HOW. Are you going to wear that ring with those SHOES”

“why are the shoes always the problem”

They didn’t spend as long in the store as they did with the clothes that once, but they did spend a good while looking at the prettiest rings and comparing and thinking about what Gladio would personally like, and etc etc. 

Basically Regis helping Iggy pick the engagement ring plEASE I BEG FOR THIS SCENARIO AKSLJDFDG *cries*

When Ignis got decided for one, he was just pulling out his credit card when RegIS. FUCKING. SLAMMED HIS DEBIT CARD ON THE COUNTER.

I PAY FOR THIS ONE.

omg but king Regis I’ve been saving up for a whole yea-

IT GOES ON MY BEHALF GOD FUCKING DAMMIT THIS IS MORE A GIFT TO ME THAN IT IS TO EITHER OF YOU SHUT UP

Regis = Gladnis shipper #1

Fun side story, an hour after Ignis and Regis left, CLARUS AND GLADIO ARRIVED. TO THE SAME STORE. LOOKING FOR THE EXACT SAME RING THAT IGNIS JUST BOUGHT. BECAUSE GLADIO HAD HAD IT IN HIS WATCH FOR OVER A MONTH NOW, BUT HE FREAKING…DIDN’T RESERVE IT, HE’S AN IDIOT, SOME STUPID ASSHOLE BOUGHT IT BEFORE HIM, IT WAS THE PERFECT RING, P E R F E C T, THERE WAS NO RING BETTER ON THIS PLANET OR THIS UNIVERSE THAT COULD COMPARE, AND WHAT WERE THE ODDS HE COULD FIND THE BUYER TO BUY IT BACK!?? WHAT WERE THE GODDAMN ODDS FUCKTHISSHIT GLADIO WAS SO A N G R Y.

fun side story #2 can we have Gladnis proposing to each other the same day because that’s disgustingly freaking adorable and I die with cuteness overload at the thought thank you. Like u know, those cute videos, I think there are two where partner 1 proposes to partner 2, and partner 2 just LAUGHS and partner 1 is ;A; ??? and partner 2 suddenly pulls out a little box too and it makes sense and the two just freaking lose it. Yes, Gladnis vibes, thank you

Let’s make it an Eos tradition that the father or parent or parental figure of the groom (or bride or person in suit) gets them the tie and only show them on the wedding day and they put it on their kid. (that’s actually a nice tradition, nice thinking Brain, I’ll steal this from myself later)

On the wedding day, in a room, Clarus is tying Gladio’s tie.

In the other, Ignis is tying his own. 

He did tell dad, but didn’t tell him about the tradition and dad assumed it wasn’t happening. It was fine, Ignis kept it a secret because he didn’t want his dad to do it, and he was fine getting his own tie. 

(Scientia parents are present, just Ignis asked them to be sat and away, he was fine on his own, and because Scientia parents don’t care they were just like okie)

And of course, there was then a knock at the door.

“Ignis?”

“…ki…KING REGIS!?”

Regis is smiling and going in and closing the door. Ignis stands up and he seemed to have been about to run towards him, but he freezes in his spot, and suddenly stands there like a lost shy kid, and his eyes immediately water. They say nothing for a while and just stare at each other, until Ignis, at the edge of crying, just whispers in a broken voice “You came.”

“Of course I did. What sort of horrible thing would I be if I missed your wedding? I’m sorry I’m late, I just didn’t know in which room you were. You should’ve told me!”

It takes a while as Ignis controls his tears and feelings and gets over the shyness before he says it.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you’d come and I didn’t want to pressure you by asking for this…extra thing, just consumes time, and I could do it alone, it was fine, really…”

“An extra thing?” 

Regis starts limping his way towards him. Then, when he gets to Ignis, he pulls out a little large box. Ignis finally starts crying when Regis opens it and there’s a tie inside.

While Iggy cries a bit, Regis undoes his tie, throws it away, and gently and very softly starts tying the new one. He does his best and prettiest tie, and pats it.

“It’s no extra thing. It’s my responsibility.”

Ignis immediately went in for a tight hug, crying into Regis’ shoulder.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t ask you for this, I’m so sorry…I…know you’re genuinely busy, and that’s ok, you run the biggest country of the world and a whole magic core alone, I know it’s genuine and I’ve never been upset for that, I just…know you’re genuinely busy…”

Regis returned the hug as lovingly and tight as only a father does, and kissed his head.

“Yes, a king is always busy. But never for my son.”

And that’s how Ignis was walked down the aisle by REGIS FUCKING LUCIS CAELUM CXIII OF HIS NAME THE MAN HIMSELF.

*cries*

HOW DARE YOU ASK ME FOR SUPPORTIVE REGIS, ANON, NOW I’M A MESS OF FEELINGS AND A CHAOS OF EMOTIONS ASKDJFKG GODS BLESS THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I’m an absolute disaster for supportive papa Regis. U see supportive Regis u show me, ok? OK? THANK YOU ;____;

But anyways, dear anon, HERE YOU GO WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFUL ASK THAT WAS SUCH A DELIGHT TO RECEIVE, AND SUCH A WONDER TO ANSWER. ( ˙꒳​˙ )

I hope you enjoyed these at least half as I did!

Thank you, and have a WONDAHFUL day! 

[goldkarmadragon]

Thanks to @thefloatingstone for helping me out with this!

@cocofinny‘s insert with SF Papyrus from their fluffy comic.

I like their art so much! And then I got inspired with this image, and then the fic below ran away with me, and I’m proud of both!

Heads up, their self insert is afraid of spiders.

Like really afraid.

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You were dead on your feet. After a brutal shift, what seemed to be your busiest one yet, all you wanted to do was fall over. The only thing that kept you upright was the few texts sent by Papyrus over the last few hours with goofy memes, that you couldn’t respond to but nevertheless made you smile in that embarrassing way where you can’t control your face.

Just as your shift wound down, and you were wrapping up, your phone vibrated and you heard the tell tale ding. With no customers in the bakery and you about to head out anyways, you pull your phone out.

Papyrus:

can i walk you home from work today?

Despite you always saying yes, he always asked. And, despite how dead on your feet you might feel at the end of a shift, you reply with the DO IT meme. It’s almost tradition.

You’ve debated changing his contact to something else, but the thought of the possibilities, and then Papyrus seeing it, made your heart beat too fast and it was just better left alone

Another ding, before you respond this time.

Papyrus:

it’s a beautiful day outside

the birds are singing

the flowers are blooming

on days like these

it’d be a shame not to see your lovely face in the sunshine

You almost feel silly, how fast that makes your heart face. Ducking your face behind your phone, even with no around to see your red blushing face, you take a moment to compose yourself.

Grinning wide, you reply with your usual meme. And a sun with sunglasses, and a green heart.

As you grab your things, Papyrus shows up at the door, right on time. Just the sight of him makes you smile. Papyrus gives you a lazy smile, and leans over the counter. His eyes wander to your cheek and he chuckles.

Miming running a finger over his cheek, he says, “You got something there, hon.”

“What is it?” You rub your cheek.

“Missed it. Looks like flour. Here, let me...” And Papyrus leans closer and you think he’s going to wipe it away with his thumb and your heart does a funny beat, but then his tongue snakes out and licks your cheek real quick.

Freezing, you stare at him, face aflame and your mouth agape, not working, and his face lazily smug.

When your words finally tumble out, you’re flustered and you shout, not yelling just loud, “Don’t do that! You’re not supposed eat flour it’s got bacteria and it’s bad for you!”

Papyrus simply shrugs. “Alright, next time I’ll only do it if it’s sugar or chocolate or something.”

Not helpful, that simply flusters you more. Papyrus chuckles as you continue trying to compose yourself. 

And that was before you were even out the door. He eased up some afterwards, thankfully, refraining from teasing you about it further, though even after wiping at it, you can still feel his saliva on your cheek.

He was good at distracting you from that though. Once outside, Papyrus takes your hand in his, and gives you a warm smile that makes your heart melt. Smiling back, you mentally forgive him for his transgressions not that you minded, and on your walk you go.

Papyrus was right, it is a beautiful day outside. The sun shone bright how above, and a gentle breeze offset what might have been a too hot day otherwise. Every so often, Papyrus gently squeezed your hand, as if reminding himself of your presence, as you pointed out the different plants and animals and bugs you saw. He did his own research once on the surface, but as he said, he ‘liked hearing about it from the locals’.

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The breeze lifts your hair slightly, framing your face and catching the light, revealing your natural gold highlights. Your cheeks are naturally flushed, though he enjoys making them even more so in his presence. Your movements are carefree and enthusiastic, gesturing along with your words, pointing out the smallest details of your world to him. He’s listening, of course he is, he always is when you speak, but he is also studying you, your face, your movements, the little things that make up you.

He longs to stroke your soft hair, run the strands between his fingers. He enjoys making your face flare up, til even he can feel the heat. He wants to cup your face in his hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks, leaning closer and closer as you stare wide eyed at him til he...

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You’re walking along the park wall now, reaching out to touch the park wall, feeling the gritty brick beneath your fingers. It’s too high up for you to see into, though you know Papyrus doesn’t have that issue, he can just barely see in. You talk about how the park’s been around since before you were born, how it was a community project set up to protect the land there for the citizens to enjoy.

Up ahead is an opening in the wall, one of the many ways into the park. You’re distracted, looking up at him, when something large comes bounding out of the opening. 

A giant spider muffin??, mouth agape and teeth sharp, heading straight for you.

Panic seizes you, and you shriek, clinging to Papyrus and hiding your face.

One arm wraps your waist, and he makes a gesture with his other, you don’t know what.

But the collision never comes and a high pitched voice says quickly, “It’s ok it’s ok, he’s harmless!”

You can’t see anything, just the red of his sweater, his rib cage pressed against you, but it feels like Papyrus is standing up straight, stiff. You can’t stop shaking.

“See, I’ve got his leash, he won’t hurt you!”

A few moments pass, and his hand comes down, stroking the back of your head, his other hand relaxing around your waist. He slouches again.

“It’s ok, doll,” he murmurs to you, and you turn your head, looking back. A monster a spider monster is holding onto a previously unseen red leash, the muffin spider obediently by her side. Taking a moment to inspect them, your fear lessens. They’re less scary, now that you have a moment to see them.

She places her hands on her hips, smiling slightly, a tad nervously. “Sorry about that. He broke away from me there, fuhuhuhu.” She lightly laughs.

Sheepishly, you chuckle and smile back. “It’s alright, he just startled me.” Not completely true, but it’d probably not be a good idea to explain to a spider monster that you’re scared of spiders.

She waves one of her many free hands, “Fuhuhu it’s perfectly alright dear! Have a lovely day!” Waving, she heads back into the park, the muffin spider pet following on her feel.

You wave after her, “And you too!” and then you relax, and start to pull back, Papyrus’s grip relaxing a second later. He doesn’t let you go though, tilting your chin up to inspect your face intently. His grip on your chin is gentle but firm.

“Are you ok?” A breathless question. Of course breathless, he has no lungs, this knowledge reaffirmed by the feel of bone under his sweater. Even so...

You nod, smiling. “I am, thank you Papyrus.”

The inspection continues, as if he’s making sure you’re telling the truth. It doesn’t feel as though he’s just looking at your face, the surface level. It’s as if he’s staring straight into your soul.

Letting out a sigh, he smiles.

“Good.”

And he looks relieved, and he had been so concerned for you, so protective, your heart wells up with feeling. Your hands move up from his sweater, the floof of his jacket tickling your fingers as you move them behind his neck. He gets the idea as you stand on tip toes, and he leans down, both of you meeting in the middle 

for

a

sweet

kiss.