#birthday maid ...yes!! >:D

[dark-frosted-heart]

Clavis’ 4th Birthday Story (Part 3)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

—An incident that happened after I left to make tea at Clavis’ request.

The sounds of swords clashing rang in a corner of the large garden.

The two had been going through paperwork in the office only a short while ago, so how did they end up fighting each other with their swords drawn?

(Clavis aside, it’s rare to see King Chevalier entertain anyone)

Clavis caught King Chevalier’s swing at the right moment.

To the untrained eye, the two would look evenly matched.

Clavis: Haha, you’re stubborn. Just drop dead already.

Chevalier: I thought I’d settle this quickly, but it looks like you have some fight in you today.

(I really should stop them, but…)

I was reluctant to when I saw how Clavis was enjoying himself.

(Now that I think about it, every year on King Chevalier’s birthday, Clavis would celebrate by swinging his sword)

Chevalier doesn’t see any value in birthdays and doesn’t accept any well wishes or celebrations.

So Clavis swinging his sword every year to celebrate(?) acts as a reminder.

(Perhaps it’s reversed this time)

(Even though King Chevalier says he doesn’t celebrate…)

If their official business was actually something important, I doubt King Chevalier would drop it and draw his sword.

It’s likely that the pile of paperwork acted as a an opening to this unique present.

(I don’t know what caused this change of heart, but…Clavis must be happy)

Watching the two exchange blows didn’t feel right

(I wanted to make Clavis happier than anyone else did…and now I feel like I’m losing to King Chevalier)

(It’s a little frustrating…)

Clavis: Chevalier, I don’t have time to casually beat you up. My lovely fiancee looks like she’s jealous.

(Hm…?)

Clavis, who had been engaged in a fast-paced sword fight, took a step back and reached into his pocket.

What was quickly thrown to the ground exploded, creating a plume of smoke.

(Woah, the smoke’s coming this way!)

As I held my breath, I suddenly found myself lifted out of the smoke that clouded my vision— 

Clavis: Let’s run.

Emma: Woah, huh…why?!

Clavis carried me with ease and ran through the garden.

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Before I could even process what was happening, we arrived at a guest room decorated just like the ones in the castle.

Clavis set me down like a gentleman and peeked down the hall.

Clavis: Haha, so he didn’t chase after me in the end. Looks like I won today.

Emma: King Clavis…what was that fight just then?

Clavis: Rebellion of course. There was no way I was going to let him take up more of my precious time on my birthday, regardless of circumstances.

Emma: Is it okay to rebel against official business?

Clavis: I verified that it could all be done tomorrow…That man took advantage of me. Ah, just thinking about it makes me angry.

(...That sour look. I wonder what they talked about while I was gone)

Clavis: You forget about that treacherous man too. In the time left, our new maid will be celebrating with me.

Emma: …

Clavis: What’s wrong?

Emma: …King Clavis, didn’t you call me your “lovely fiancee” earlier?

Clavis: Hmm…Did I?

(I’d like to think I was imagining it, but there’s no question about his demeanor)

(My surprise operation…)

I resisted the urge to collapse and removed my glasses.

Emma: How long have you known?

Clavis: Oh, so the new maid was Emma all along…!

Emma: Don’t pretend to be surprised.

Clavis: Haha, don’t pout.

As if to console me, Clavis hugged me around the shoulders and kissed my forehead.

Clavis: I love you, so how could I not have noticed? I’m confident that I can see through any of your disguises.

(Now that I think about it, he even recognized me while I was dressed as a man some birthdays ago)

(He knew from the very beginning but pretend he didn’t to not let me down)

(My heart’s a mess from both happiness and frustration)

Emma: I guess I still need to practice more if I want to surprise you.

Clavis: Yes, that’s right. But your aim wasn’t to surprise me, was it? My lovely fiancee, whom I didn’t think I’d be able to see on my birthday, appeared before my eyes and stayed by my side the entire time. Furthermore, she showed just how much she loved me when she saw through and stopped all my pranks. Is there a man out there that wouldn’t feel over the moon by this? I doubt it. I had another wonderful birthday this year. There were some complications, but you made up for them. 

When I looked up, Clavis’ smile melted my heart.

(That’s the face I wanted to see)

It was one different from the joy he expressed while with King Chevalier.

Only I got to see Clavis look this relaxed.

(...My surprise failed, but getting to see this kind of happiness on your face made it all worth it)

My frustration vanished instantly, leaving only happiness in my heart.

Emma: It’s still too early to feel satisfied. The real thing’s just beginning. 

Clavis: Haha, is that so?

Those alluring golden eyes made my heart skip a beat as he held my gaze.

I couldn’t help but kiss him when I saw the look of love on his face.

When I stole a kiss, fingers curled around the back of my neck, fanning the flames.

(...I was thinking about getting the cake I prepared for him…)

Clavis sealed my lips with his and slowly shed the gentlemanly facade.

Every touch sent heat down to my core, snatching away any confidence I had to leave this room.

(Rather than cake right now…)

I also placed my hand on the back of his neck and desperately tried to take in all the love given to me.

Emma: Apologies to King Chevalier, but…I want to spend the rest of the time with you. I’ll celebrate you for as long as we can, Clavis.

Clavis: Yes, of course. But I have one complaint…

He gently pushed me down on the bed and lifted the hem of my maid skirt.

Clavis: This skirt’s a bit too long for my birthday, don’t you think?

Emma: ……You pervert.

(Wait, no. It’s his birthday today. It’s his birthday)

When I shook my head and lifted my skirt, Clavis smiled as if he was about to burst into laughter—

Clavis: I’m a man who likes to be celebrated, so I’ll let you celebrate as much as you want.

—Eventually I was able to leave the room just as the morning sun began to light up the world.

I prepared the tea and birthday cake while savoring the happiness from the sensation of my body still feeling flushed.

But Clavis, with an elbow propped on a pillow and dreamy expression on his face, didn’t even try to get up.

Emma: Don’t you want to eat?

Clavis: Of course I do. But the problem is that I don’t feel like getting out of bed today. Oh dear, what a problem indeed. I could eat if my kind-hearted, lovely fiancee would feed me.

Emma: ……

Clavis: Every year I look forward to being wrapped in your love. Can you at least do this for the birthday boy?

Emma: …Just for today, okay?

(I have no choice but to respond when he’s looking at me expectantly)

(But I can’t bring myself to look at Clavis when he looks so charming after just waking up)

He’s normally fully dressed by the time I’ve woken up, so it’s rare to see him with just his shirt.

I turned away from Clavis, who still had the traces of last night surrounding him, and carefully placed the tray with the birthday set on the bed.

While I sliced the rainbow cake with the fork and brought a piece to his mouth, eyes down, I felt a strange sensation on my leg. 

Emma: W-what are you doing?

Clavis: Oh, would you like me to explain in detail? Sure. I saw your exposed legs, so I thought you were offering— 

Emma: Hurry up and eat your cake, happy birthday!

Sensing a hint of pleasure, I shoved the cake against his lips, but his hand didn’t leave my leg. Instead, he began to tickle the back of my knee in a lewd way.

Emma: Nn…

Clavis: Haha, that was a sweet sound.

Emma: The cake’s about to fall off.

Clavis: We can’t have that. I don’t want to miss a single piece from a cake you made. Come on now. If you keep looking away, it’ll really fall. 

(Ah, that’s why he’s playing a prank…)

Determined to overcome his sex charm, I met his gaze.

I had to steel myself so my hands wouldn’t shake when met with such overwhelming charm, but Clavis looked satisfied.

Clavis: You really know how to please me, don’t you?

Emma: Do I?

Clavis: Yes. I present you with the honor of Lelouch Master. A title only you could earn.

Emma: That… Might make me feel a little happy.

Clavis: Don’t feel so modest. You’re “very happy” aren’t you?

(Geez…)

I felt so embarrassed that I unconsciously tried to look elsewhere, but a finger on my knee started acting mischievous again, as if to reprimand me.

Clavis: Keep your eyes on me, Miss Accomplice. After all, everything I do is out of love for you, isn’t it? Not just now, but everything else up to this point.

(“Accomplice” instead of “fiancee”...There was something implied there)

(Why accomplice all of a sudden…)

(...Ah)

Emma: Clavis, it can’t be that…all the pranks played on King Chevalier…they were— 

Clavis: As expected of the Lelouch Master. You’re pretty sharp.

(I see…those pranks weren’t for King Chevalier)

(Maybe they were evil deeds done out of love so that he could watch me flounder about)

(Which means I was unknowingly an accomplice to Clavis’ evil)

Emma: You played me.

Clavis: Haha, you still have ways to go. After Master, you should aim for Legend.

Emma: Of course, I’ll get promoted right away. I’ll reach Legend next year.

Clavis: Oh, that’s a lot of confidence.

Emma: So, um…that means I want to understand you even better than before!

(No one loves Clavis more than I do)

Feeling more embarrassed, I shoved the cake in his mouth and kissed his cheek.

I’m sure my face was bright red while Clavis smiled at me in delight.

Clavis: Now then, let’s see what your future holds. Can you love me even more, Emma?

[callofdudes]

A/N: It has been an extremely busy and stressful couple months for me, plus I am working on several big projects as well as getting dragged back into the marvel fandom with the new D&W movie. And I know I still have a lot that I need to get out for my buddy, and he's been incredibly patient with me. That's his gift to me, and I wanted to give him a little something back as it's his birthday. @itsscromp I hope you enjoy this little royalty AU that I scrapped together. I had a lot of ideas for this and I struggled with figuring out something, and I didn't want it to be a stupid birthday themed post... But as my schedule fucked me sideways on a bed of nails, that's what I've brought you.

3.4K+ words.

The Birthday of a Prince/Princess.

The sun glimmered through the window, its warmth casting over your face, washing you on the new day. The curtains flickered softly, the soft satin pushed out of the way by firm hands and tied back by the delicate fabric's rods. The sun's warmth is welcome on the quiet August morning, your eyelids slowly flickering open.

The sun fills your soft irises, the glow reflecting their warmth. The sun was your body's reminder to rise and you stretched your arms high above your head, knuckles brushing against the wood headrest. An involuntary yawn as your toes wiggled to lose that sluggish feeling that fills you early in the morning.

Your gaze flickered toward the window, a soft smile graced your lips when Simon turned back to you after fixing the curtains. He placed his gloved hand back on the pommel of the sword at his hip, the chainmail across his broad chest clinks and slides, a familiar sound you'd grown to listen for his presence.

"Good morning." You whispered, your voice not ready to conjure up much else.

Simon gave you a respectful nod. "Good morning, Your Highness." He paused briefly, "Did you sleep well? I figured you could use the extra hours." It was your birthday after all. Usually, you'd be up much earlier, your mother talking off your ear at the breakfast table. Or your father would have you out in the crisp autumn air for archery, the air soaking into the layers of your clothing and sinking into your bones. But today you could sleep in. Today is your birthday.

"Mm, thank you, Simon. I did."

He nodded again and stood post by your bedside, allowing you to take your time. As you rubbed your eyes and sat up, a knock came to the door, prompting Simon's hand to tighten briefly on his sword, but it was just morning coffee.

"Your Highness." The maid wandered over, wary of Simon's incredible stature as she set the tray of coffee and tea on the small table inside your room.

"Thank you." You swung your feet over the side of the bed and yawned again to shake yourself free of the night, the claws of sleep releasing from deep within your shoulders and sinking back into the darkness.

"What's on our schedule again?" You prompted Simon while you went for coffee, craving the sweet medieval version of a modern-day coke shot. (Positive.)

Simon adjusted his stance and kept a watchful eye on you, a fond one. He'd mellowed out a lot over the years, you remember when he first became your knight and it was all about the rules and following the higher-ups. Well, he's learned from you that sometimes it can be fun to ignore said rules.

"Well, a certain king is coming over for lunch, his knight and a certain poet might also be there." He said casually, but you perked up, a little smile crossing your face.

"After lunch, I hear they have a few surprises for you, and there may be some archery." He paused for dramatic effect. "But that's all speculation."

You chuckled. "Oh yes, "speculation", get down here and have some tea mister." You beckoned him over, and he wouldn't deny another delicious cup of tea. He took his sword off his belt and laid it down, kneeling across from you at the table and picking up the cup of tea you offered him. "Thank you, Your Highness."

You raised your cup to clink his, knowing it always made his eyes roll, and right on cue, there it was. That long, dramatic flick of his eyes, amber catching the light from the window and lighting up like gold. You always told him they were beautiful, but he was quick to dismiss your antics and go back to his post like you weren't a little pain in his ass.

"I hate tea parties." He said monotonously.

"Mm, not with me." You tilted your head and gave him a cheeky smile.

"You're lucky it's your birthday, kid."

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Once you had gotten dressed you slipped on a light coat and wandered out to the garden to breathe in the fresh air and stretch your legs somewhere outside of cobblestone floors and delicate tapestries at every corner. Here you could get some peace, away from the hustle and bustle of every servant and worker wishing to entertain your every will and whim.

Simon followed. The slide of chainmail and the shift of his boots remained faithful to your ear while you walked. His hand rested at his hip, his gaze scanning over you, and then down at the flowers that sprung up from the ground and branched toward the sun. Would it be too forward to think they might be greeting you? Maybe if it were possible he'd make it seem so. He didn't like to get melancholy but wanted to do more for you every day.

The bushes rustled beside you, and Simon was immediately snapped from his thoughts, sword breaking away from the clasp of his sheath, but your hand rested on his forearm to stop him.

"Just the animals." You watched the bush as some birds fluttered away, causing a squirrel to scramble from his hiding spot to a new one.

Simon huffed and slowly returned his sword, and he could feel the grin widening on your face. "Shush."

"Did it scare you?" You snickered, and Simon resisted to get you back for constantly teasing him. Although, he teased you back just as much, so maybe this birthday is just a big prank on him.

"Was just thinking too much." He grumbled but didn't attempt to push your hand off his arm. Instead, you tightened the hold, leaning into him. "Oh, dangerous. I can't have you thinking you have free will. What if you ran off?"

"You're weird." He reached a gloved hand to ruffle your hair into your eyes, forcing you to release him to fix it. "Ah- how dare you!"

He snickered, lightly shaking his head, and returned to his strong stature, looking away from you when you fixed your hair. "Just you wait mister." You stuck your finger near his face, and under that stupid mask, you could feel that cheeky little smirk.

But you loved it. It took you a while to get to this point with him, but you wouldn't take it back for the world. He remained the same man who could effortlessly cut down anyone he thought would test your life while letting you sleep in for your birthday.

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It was nearing lunch when Simon got word from the guards that their important guest had arrived on time and safely. Which was good for him, if they hadn't arrived safely then that would have been one sucky birthday present. He turned from the guard who notified him to where you were lounging in your chair, flicking your fingers carelessly.

He cleared his throat, breaking your ritual of connecting your fingers, and bringing your gaze to him.

"His Highness Price is here."

He couldn't help but be slightly jealous when your eyes lit up when you heard his name. John had been a longtime friend of the family, and he would show appreciation with constant visits in between calming whatever flaring war his troublemaker of a partner Nik was stirring.

"Let them in." You stood from your chair and adjusted your clothing, rushing after Simon as you headed to the main hall. Simon made a quick motion with his hand at the guards posted there and they were quick to open the doors to the castle.

Beyond the rows of guards that wandered the outcrop of cobblestone and gated groves was a large carriage manned by two brilliant caramel-colored horses.

The door of the carriage opened and Kyle stepped down from the carriage. His armor clanked, grooves of his kingdom's emblem flickering off his chest in the light. He turned, allowing Price to step out next.

He was always watching his surroundings as the taller man pulled his cloak from the carriage and fixed his hat. His beard was trimmed neatly and his firm blue eyes scanned the familiar grounds before landing on you and your knight.

He wandered over, nodding to you and Simon. "There's our birthday royal." He smiled at you, his expression reminding you of an adorable and fuzzy animal you saw in a book once. You bowed to him as he approached. Simon begrudgingly bowed as well, although of all the people he's met Price is the only one he respects enough.

When you rose, Price gently cupped your cheeks and gave you a brief kiss on the cheek, examining you. Sure it had almost been a year since he'd seen you but he needed to get a look at his kiddo, see if you were A-ok.

"Simon looking after you?" He asked firmly, flicking a teasing gaze over at the knight.

"Yes, he has been. I couldn't ask for someone better." You chuckled, your hands cupping Price's forearms, squeezing gently. "Thank you for coming. It means a lot."

"You know I wouldn't miss this."

The carriage rustled, rocking slightly on its frame as a large bag was tossed out the side, along with a bow, a sword, and some miscellaneous things that didn't fit in the sack.

The horses huffed and the cart jostled once more before Johnny forced himself out, stumbling over the sack on the ground and barely catching himself. "First of all-!" He reached up to grab his hat, huffing loudly, pointing an accusatory finger at Price. "I was not sleeping!"

"Need help with that?" Kyle offered as Johnny bent down to pick up his weapons and bag. "No." Johnny huffed and stomped off.

"Oh brother…" Simon muttered, his hand resting on his pommel. Not afraid Johnny would hurt you, but to guard himself against this man who keeps trying to be his best friend.

Despite being somewhat clumsy and often mistaken for an intelligent sot, John MacTavish had served in the king's court as one of his few trusted strategists, astrologists, and scientists, and a poet on the side.

"Hey Johnny." You chuckled softly, watching him and Kyle walk over. "And Kyle."

"Your Highness." Kyle put his palms to his hips and bowed respectfully. "It's good to be here with you." He took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss against the ring there. Hell, he was a charmer, but he was respectful, it's just who he was.

"I am hungry." Johnny patted his stomach, letting it to the introduction for him.

Price shook his head in dismay and took his two companions with you inside to find some food. You led them down to the dining hall where the large table awaited. It was meant for a larger group of people. You were glad it was just for the few of you, and your parents weren't home.

"Have a seat, they'll bring food out soon." You smiled as you sat in your usual spot, the chair stretching much taller than your actual stature so the decorative part of the wood gave off a crown-like look.

"So, how have you been? Another turn around the sun, how does it feel?" Price asked, adjusting his robe to lay across the arm of the chair, Kyle sitting next to him and respectfully putting his sword aside.

"Oh, it's been… it's been a lot. I have more responsibilities each year and sometimes I wish I could sleep every day." You chuckled softly. "I even started to think Royals just couldn't have good birthdays."

"Well, you're more than worth celebrating." Price said, and the others made various noises of agreement.

And Johnny's favorite part of these visits… The food.

"Oho hohoh, yes! Price, we have got to get this stuff back home." He could smell the meat from a mile away. When the various carts of food came out and the platters were put on the table, it was much more than you'd originally expected.

But you weren't disappointed whatsoever. Johnny stacked his plate high, Price considered reprimanding him, but upon seeing your amused smile he figured it could slide this time.

"So, don't you have some big fancy party or something?" Kyle piped up from where he also served himself.

You shrugged. "Yes, my parents have always been… that way. But I convinced them to let me have another year with a day just for my friends. Because come on, I don't my birthday to also become diplomatic."

"And I don't get paid enough to supervise them." Simon piped up, before getting an elbow in the side, which hurt you more than it hurt him. "You like me so much."

"Debatable," Simon replied, a coy smile spreading across his lips when he pulled his mask down from his nose around his throat so he could eat. For a bit the clinking of utensils was all that filled the silence as you dug into the meal, getting settled.

"Did you guys get me anything?" You perked up.

"A ho-"

Price shot Johnny a firm look, and Johnny quickly bit his tongue, "Oooar-nnothing. Nothing. No presents this year, sorry. We ran out of- m-money…"

Price gently flicked him, to which Johnny shrugged. "I'm excited! I get nervous when I'm excited." He whisper-yelled. Imagine having ADHD in medieval times… We feel ya Johnny, RIP.

You chuckled, and Price shook his head again.

"Sorry, I've been told I usually have good table manners." Johnny shoved another bite of food into his mouth to ensure he didn't spoil anything else. "Unlike our Johnny here would lead you to believe, I did bring gifts. And I'm sure you will like them."

"Coming from you guys I'm sure I will."

Simon huffed quietly. Watch his present be the best… How dare they steal his friend's attention. Impossible. He doesn't have unhealthy coping mechanisms for love at all. Ignore him.

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Toward the end of the lunch Price called for one of his servants and had the man bring in several presents from their carriage. The two presents on the table before you ranged from a small scroll to a larger box. And Price's gift apparently could not fit inside the castle…

"Open mine first." Johnny piped up. He'd worked on that gift all night and enthusiastically nudged it toward you. Simon gave him a little glare, but Johnny was too excited to care about getting suddenly beheaded. You looked like you were having fun!

"Ok, ok, I will." You took the scroll and slowly untied it, pressing the paper down to read the scratchy handwriting that was unmistakably Johnny's.

You're a star.

Today is the birthday Of a very special star.

And the older stars shine best

Especially from afar

This star has shone brightly

All the year through

And in case you are wondering

That star is you.

(Plays sad violin in unoriginal.)

You smiled softly, looking up at Johnny. "Johnny… Thank you, this means a lot." You smiled softly, and his smile grew twice as wide.

"Don't thank me, it's true."

You tucked the poem away so you could keep it safe with all the other ones you had from him and moved on to the larger present. "Now what could this be." You eyed Kyle who sat rigid in his chair, watching as you opened it up.

Inside lay a masterfully crafted bow. Intricate detail went down the body, gold linings in the weapon and the metal had been refined and polished to mesmerize. "Woah."

You slowly pulled the heavy bow out, feeling it in your hands and resting it against your forearm. "This is beautiful. You made this?"

Kyle nodded softly. "My own two hands." He gave you a smile when he saw your awe over the work. Kyle was known for these sorts of things, and man, he never disappointed. This might be up there with the giant map Johnny drew you once for your 18th. It was currently hung on your bedroom wall.

"Thank you so much." You gently placed the weapon back down, nodding to him. And he nodded back softly.

"Alright Price…" You turned and looked at him. Price chuckled warmly and stood, nodding to you. "Come, I'll show you."

You grabbed your coat and quickly followed after him, Gaz, Johnny, and Simon following in line behind. Price walked out to the carriage, which had been put away and the horses grazing, and turned back toward you.

He gently placed his hand on one of the caramel-colored horses. "This beauty-"

Johnny bit his lip and exhaled a sharp breath of air. "Hoooorse." He whispered. Whew, he got it out.

"Oh, wow." You nodded, but then the ethics came into question. What the hell were you going to do with another horse? He knew you well enough that you liked horses as much as the next person, but you already have a horse!

"And before you say it." John puts a hand up. "They can be friends. Horses love friends."

"You got my horse a horse-friend?" You whispered, looking at the pretty horse. It was a beautiful animal, yes, you could agree.

"Yes, seems fairly reasonable to me. No?"

You chuckled softly and walked over, hugging him warmly. "I'll take the horse, thank you." You snickered.

"You're welcome." He patted your back softly.

You had a funny little assortment of friends. And you spent the majority of the day with them. You tested your new bow on the range, getting Kyle's assistance with the weight, and shooting through his makeshift targets.

You even did some sparring with them, enjoying watching everyone go at it and have a fun time. You chuckled when Simon nearly ran away when Price challenged him to fight. But he powered through, your little fighter.

And when Simon was drenched in sweat and panting, he returned to your side, ready to finally talk to you.

"Hey…" He dropped his sword into the grass and removed the metal helmet for the fight.

"I have to talk to you now." It was a statement, you'd come to know that tone well. It was when he felt strong enough to come to you with something.

You smiled softly. "Go on."

Simon kneeled slowly before you, reaching for something. "I don't have much for you…" He lifted a crown that he must have pulled from mid-air, smiling softly at you. "Would you like to be King/Queen?" He smiled at you proudly, and you blinked.

"Is… is that my dad's?"

"What? No, It's - It's not his. Shit." He tossed it behind him and smiled again, showing you his bare hands. "I figured since you always want to do things yourself. You always talk about wanting to rule-"

"You killed my parents!??"

"I thought you wanted to be ruler. So yea… That's why they weren't here for your birthday! Someone will find them I'm sure."

You were horrified. Simon killed your parents!?

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Ok, We have to pause this for a moment. Yeah, He does this all the time. You know, Simon isn't a great creative writing partner, He's a little crazy. I always have to go back and rewrite and edit the shit he does to fics, so I'm calling him out. I have to talk to him about putting him in these things. We can't be doing this Simon! God, sorry, sorry…

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Simon kneeled before you, taking a deep breath and looking up at you. "So… maybe I wasn't able to get you a present. I have to keep an eye on you 24/7 and I couldn't find the time with all the rushing around we did-" He snatched up a lily from the garden of the training area, placing it gently into your hand.

"But I want to promise you, that as I have every year, I'll do everything for you. And I'm glad you aren't a power-hungry maniac who makes me kiss your toes every day. You've given me a lot of room. So, thank you."

You smiled softly, gently bringing him back to his feet. "I don't need gifts, but I'm glad to have you. You opened up to me and you've become one of my best friends. And I get to see you every day. Is that not a present in and of itself?"

He huffed softly. "I guess so."

He gently ruffled your hair. "Happy Birthday, Your Highness."

[arecaceae175]

Affection Ch. 1

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @wildsage00!!!!!! EVERYONE GO WISH SAGE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3

Summary:

Five times others make assumptions about Link and Zelda plus one time they figure out what their relationship means to them.

Or, Link and Zelda in a QPR.

BOTW, 5+1, mostly fluff! ~1k chapters

Chapter summary: Link and Zelda meet for the first time in Castle Town. Zelda's maids have thoughts about it.

Excerpt below the cut :D

“I made them myself. Do you like them?” The child asked.

Zelda loved them. “I do.”

“You can use this one.”

Zelda was handed a doll. Abruptly, she remembered her manners.

“My name is Zelda. It is nice to meet you. What is your name?” She asked, a perfect repetition of the memorized words from her tutors.

“Link. That’s boring. Can we play now?” Link asked.

“Oh. Yes,” Zelda said. Link started moving her doll as Zelda sat waiting for instructions. When Link looked at her expectantly, Zelda pushed down her embarrassment and cleared her throat.

“How do we play?” Zelda asked.

“We’re playing knights. The bad guys are trying to capture you,” Link explained. She held up her doll’s arm, which had a pointed stick tied to the end. It was supposed to be a sword, Zelda realized.

“Okay.” Zelda moved her doll behind Link’s, away from where she was pointing her sword at the imaginary bad guys.

[the-bird-and-the-flute]

Ikegen - Yoritomo - Love Letter

Pairing: yoshino (ooc) x minamoto no yoritomo

Warnings: maybe a bit suggestive

Word count: 926

A/N: although this is my 2nd yoritomo's fic, it was the first one I wrote, probably after that event yoshino had a baby. Yoshino's personality here is different from our 'original' Yoshino. And btw, this is also my belated gift to yoritomo for his bday. Happy birthday sadist shogun :D

Prompt: Yoshino is a fighter and works for the shogunate. She got injuried in a battle and physicians told her to rest for a few months. She is bored and decided to send a 'love letter' to his husband, Yoritomo.

As the seii-tai-shogun, people surround Yoritomo all the time, so he built another house just so his family could have some privacy.

Although Yoshino loved their private residence, she also visited Yoritomo's 'official' room in the palace quite often. However, due to her condition, she must not leave her place for the time being.

Their kids are always visiting her. They usually don't spend all day with her because they must follow strict rules and traditions in the shogunate. Most of the time, they sleep in another area of the palace.

While she loves her kid to death, she is still bored.

Yoshino is a very active person, who works a lot on a daily basis, so being on complete bed rest is the worst thing that could have happened to her.

Seii-tai-shogun's lady just wants to enjoy her life to the fullest.

But her husband is perceptive. He knows her more than anyone else. Yoritomo made sure to order guards and maids to watch her 24/7 when he is not around.

He didn't tell her, but the truth is that he gets desperate to think of the possibility of losing her. The shogun will do everything in his power to guarantee she will fully recover.

Yoshino is not dense as some women in Kamakura, she is aware that her husband is doing all this because he loves her deeply.

But she will obviously blame him for ruining her life. Who does he think he is to stop her from doing something?

On another tedious day, Yoshino had an idea. She was in a bad mood (again) and decided to send a love letter to her dearest husband. Or something like that.

"Let's see if I can ruin your day too, Seii-tai-shogun. Hehe"

"Kanako, could you please send this letter to my lovely husband?"

"Of course, my lady. Ohh... how romantic! No wonder everyone in Kamakura says that you are the best couple in all city. I wish I had that kind of chemistry with my husband..."

"Hehehe, I can't deny that we were made for each other. But let me tell you... Don't compare my relationship with yours. Believe me, it's a bad idea. We are both crazy. Me and that demoniac man."

"Hehehe. I don't see how Yoritomo-sama could be like that. But, well, it will be my pleasure to deliver your letter, my lady."

After the maid left, Yoshino signed defeated.

"It looks like people don't actually believe that we are a weird couple. They really don't know Yoritomo's true nature it seems... Oh well... It's not like it's my fault. I warn them all the time."

"Now, let's hope that idiot will read my love letter soon."

Meanwhile, Yoritomo is in the palace working. He spent all day long discussing plans for their next expedition. They have a battle coming, and he can't afford to lose it.

It's a shame that he can't bring his wife with him to the next war. Now that the kids grew up a bit, Yoshino is joining them often.

As he was checking some papers, a guard enters the meeting room to deliver something to his lord.

"Yes. What is it?"

"A letter for you, Yoritomo-sama."

"A letter? I'm busy right now. But I'll check it as soon as I can."

"As you wish, my lord. The maid told me this letter is not urgent and not related to this meeting."

"I see. Thank you. By the way..."

Yoritomo makes a sign for the guard to approach him so he can ask something in private. "How is she?", murmurs the lord to his subordinate.

"Oh... The maid who is watching the lady said she is recovering without major occurrences."

"I see. Make sure to ask someone to check on her in a few hours. I want to know everything about her routine."

"Yes, my lord."

The meeting was longer than expected, and after four hours of deliberation, Yoritomo is finally alone in the room. Before he could leave, he takes the letter the guard gave him.

He was desperate to visit his wife, so he was a bit annoyed to waste any more seconds with work obligations.

*signs* "I hope it's not another problem... I just want to focus on my family now."

"Huh? What kind of letter is this?"

Yoritomo opened the anonymous letter and once he saw what was the content of it, his distinctive smirk was evident.

"Huh, you have guts, woman, I'll give you that."

After reading it, Yoritomo heads straight to Yoshino's place. She was bored staring at the ceiling when he enters her room unannounced.

"It seems someone here missed me a lot lately."

"Oh, so you got my letter, Yoritomo?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did you like it?"

"That was a lovely letter indeed. I was so touched that I can't forget what I just read. Especially that part you said you hated me and that I was a terrible husband because I didn't let you do anything."

"I'm glad you like it. I was so inspired to show all my love to you in that love letter. After all, all Kamakura says we are the best couple in town, so I need to step up my game as the shogun's wife hehe."

"Haha, that's right. We must live up to their expectations."

Yoritomo takes his time to walk toward his wife, thinking of the best way to entertain Yoshino without hurting her. One way that only the weirdest couple of Kamakura could think of.

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

THE DARK KNIGHT FANFIC (Joker x OC): Part 4

Lottie awoke the next morning and opened the door to her room, peeking out to see if her parents were nearby. Not seeing them in the main room of the penthouse, she started searching for where they had hidden her cellphone. She noticed a bouquet of red roses on the counter, and saw her cellphone next to it. She snatched it up, checking her texts. The only message she'd gotten was a video. She inhaled, smelling a familiar scent coming from the roses, like the scent of fresh copper pennies. She ignored it for a bit, despite how overwhelming it was. Lottie pressed play on the video from the Joker.

"You know, you have to shuffle seven times to get a completely random card from a standard deck, Lottie." He sat in front of the camera, shuffling a deck repeatedly. "I was trying to think about what card you are.. ah..." He pulled a card from the deck. "Queen of Hearts, how fitting." He chuckled, winking at the camera. I remember when you pulled the heart out of Susan's corpse. Now tha-t was impressive." The Joker showed the card to the camera. "Look, doll," He licked his lips. "I know I already burned Lau tower for you, but a girl like you deserves a more personal touch. On my way to abduct your parents-"

"What?" Lottie muttered, pausing the video and looking around vigorously. 'So that's why my phone was laying out in plain sight.' She giggled, pressing play on the video.

"-I bought some white roses. Now you know what we do with white roses. For the Queen of Hearts, we paint them red." He burst into a fit of maniacal laughter, and the video ended with him grabbing the camera and flipping in around. In the last minute he zoomed in on Lottie's parents tied up and gagged, both lying completely still, either unconscious or dead. "TA-DA!" He said triumphantly. "You can thank me later, Lottie!"

Lottie turned off her phone, blushing. "What made me deserving of two birthday gifts? Maybe he realized my parents had taken my phone away..." She wondered out loud. She poured herself a glass of white whine and leaned against the counter, downing the glass with ease.

DING. Lottie turned around quickly, hearing the elevator doors opening. Three cops and someone she recognized as the Lieutenant Gordon stepped into the penthouse. She dropped her glass in surprise, causing it to shatter into many fine pieces. "W-what the heck are you doing here? How did you gain access to this level?!"

Lieutenant Gordon stepped forward. "Pardon our intrusion, we're here investigating the scene of Kent and Elizabeth Wayne's abduction, and the murder of Bente the maid. You must be Lottie Wayne, am I correct?"

Lottie frowned. "Yes. I'm the daughter of Kent and Elizabeth. I had no idea my parents are missing! And Bente..." She feigned distress, covering her face with her hands.

"Did you hear anything strange last night?" One of the taller and more muscular cops inquired, avoiding the glass on the floor and placing a sympathetic hand on Lottie's shoulder.

Lottie flinched. Letting her hands drop to her sides. "I d-didn't hear anything!" She sobbed. "I was grounded in my room."

Lieutenant Gordon sighed, holding up a printed photo of the Lau Industries skyscraper on fire in the shape of the name Lottie. "I'm so sorry for your situation, Miss Wayne, but does this photo mean anything to you? I feel like these two incidents may be connected."

Lottie shook her head. "What is that?"

"It's Lau Industries on fire. Didn't you see the news last night?" Gordon said, furrowing his brow.

"No. My tv privileges were taken away." Lottie lied, wiping away a tear.

Another cop walked up to her, standing next to Gordon. "If these two incidents were connected, why didn't the perpetrator abduct Lottie? It's apparent they have some nefarious interest in her."

Lottie felt her stomach drop. "Was there any evidence left from the burning of Lau Industries? Or was it all destroyed."

Gordon shook his head. "Well, nothing was found there, but we were hoping we could find-"

"Lieutenant? You're gonna want to take a look at this." The third cop said, holding up a freshly plucked petal from the bouquet.

Gordon took it from him, rubbing his fingers over it. A strange crumble dark red residue came off, revealing white petals underneath it. Gordon sniffed it cautiously. "Dried blood." He said, wrinkling his nose. "Seems like the person who killed Bente Weiss and abducted the Waynes carefully dipped a bouquet of white roses in fresh blood. Of course, the blood isn't fresh anymore, hence the scent."

Lottie covered her mouth, channeling the nausea she felt being around cops and making it seem like the gruesome bouquet offended her. "I had noticed a strange smell coming from the flowers..." She admitted.

"Miss Wayne, we contacted your cousin, Bruce Wayne, before coming here. He's sending you someone to pick you up and take you to his place where you'll be staying from now on. You're not safe here."

Lottie sniffed, letting her hair fall forward so it shadowed her face. "Ok. Whatever you say. I just don't want to end up like Bente. I'll go pack my things while you continue the investigation."

[frostcorpsclub]

“Done mama! Almost done!” James phrased his question as a demand as per usual. 

Suzy was putting the finishing touches on the corset top she had crafted specially just for him. She saw it at a ballet once and knew that it was made for her little boy. 

His father’s birthday was coming up soon!

She knew he would have something to say about how flamboyant it looked but all James would have to say is, “See Daddy! I got all special for your special-est day!” Jack would be wrapped around his little claw. 

Suzy put the final stitch in place and trimmed the excess thread with her claw, pulling back to allow James and herself to admire her handiwork in the mirror.

“Come now.” She said with a refined pride.

James giggled sweetly as he spun around, doing different poses to test out the boundaries of the top. He may have loved fashion but he was still a little boy who would want to frolic and play. There was plenty of time to fix any rips and tears before the big day. 

“Very well done.” She said, scooping him up in one arm and gathering her sewing supplies in the other. “Mommy will get you out of it in a moment.” 

He was outgrowing her more and more by the day but this undead form gave her the strength to coddle him as much as she liked. As much as he’d demand it. 

“Mommy?”

As he pondered her bobbins and pins he thought back to all the clothes she had made for him and his sisters to play dress up.

“Yes?” She wasn’t looking at him but she was listening, mastering multitasking was a skill she had to develop very quickly.

“Are Mommies the only ones who make clothes? I wanna dress up all on my own, I could even do better than you.” He tugged on a loose strand of her hair to make sure she was listening. 

Of course his condescension didn’t phase her, it was something she and her husband had instilled in him, it was his curiosity. How could she resist a chance to talk about herself! 

A lightbulb went off in her head as she realized this was a golden opportunity. James was a smart boy with the soul of a killer, it was in his DNA, he would understand. 

With her trademark smile stretching her cheeks she sat down and held him tightly, undoing the corset from the back as he rested his head on her core. She realized it was going to be time for one of his many pre-snack naps soon. This would be a perfect bedtime story. 

“It is expected that you will be better. I once thought that cooking and cleaning were only for servants to do, though as you very well know I have seen the light on that matter! It is important for a lady to have skills that can improve her home and that her family can benefit from, take pride in. You are proud, right?”

James hung on her every word, he didn’t always understand the things she told him were objective truths but he knew he had to believe them. So he nodded with a fervor.

“How pleasant,” she moved some hair aside to kiss his forehead.

“As for you, I simply think it would be insulting to your father and I to waste your creative talents. Do you want me to tell you how I learned how to sew?” 

James pushed away from her breast and looked up at his mother with longing, uncharacteristically soft eyes. “I won't, Mommy, I promise! Please tell me!” 

Patting his back and shushing him with a firm comfort, she off her shoes before scooting back into the bed. Getting comfortable under the covers with him she made sure he was resting his eyes before she continued to tell the story.

She set the scene, telling James of her childhood manor, neither aware that he would get to see it in person someday. Suzy explained how she lived, surrounded by a horde of nannies and tutors and maids and so on. 

Of course, slipping in a comment about how having a present mother and father was something he should be ever so grateful for.

“My Daddy-” This was an unusually informal term for Suzy to use in reference to herself, something that James caught onto and found quite worthy of his giggles. 

“I didn’t just come out of thin air! Sh! As I was saying, my Daddy had been gone for a little more than a year and a half at this point in time. I was attended to by strangers even more than I was before. My mother threw herself into her work, as it was essentially all hers now. I remember, as it was such an important day to me, that I was being cared for by the Tuesday/Thursday nanny.” 

She then proceeded to take James through her whole day. Meant to keep Suzy out of her mother’s sight and to ensure she had any chance of growing up to be a woman who wouldn’t embarrass Eloise. 

Breakfast, morning study, playtime, language class, lunch and a daily constitutional, free time, violin class, bathtime, dinner, then finally bedtime. 

Suzy felt it was important that he get the full context but James was clearly getting bored. 

If he was older he’d probably have said something along the lines of, “get to the fucking point woman,” but he was only 5 so he just wriggled. 

“We had just come back from our-” She stopped again to shake him awake a tiny bit. “-do you remember what a constitutional is?” 

“A walk that you go on every day.” James said through a yawn.

“We had just gotten back from our daily walk and on that walk I had slightly undone one of the bows on my beautiful designer dress. I wore these shoes with little heels and ended up stumbling.” 

Suzy let out a sigh of contentment. There was really only one big issue with her childhood, well one presence and one absence. Besides that, Suzy attempted to emulate it as much as possible in her adult life and to recreate it for her children.

“This would happen quite frequently you see, she was one of my favorites as she had an expert hand at repairing my clothes as good as new. Except….”

She purposefully drew out the pause in an almost theatrical way, knowing James would just eat it up.

“She thought it would be best if I did it this time!” 

James furrowed his brow in response to this, a sense of righteous indignation bubbling up inside him. Suzy held his sides as he stood up in her bed, imposing for a creature his age but still only 3 feet and change tall.

“What did you do ‘bout it! Who does she think she is!” 

“Oh my love I know, Mommy is getting to that. I was only a little girl and she was to be my only guardian for the day until I saw my mother again at dinner. There wasn't much I could do if I wanted sweets and treats. Another thing you will have to learn."

Her tone shifted in her final sentence, making James sit back down on his bottom and return to her arms.

"I huffed and I puffed but she continued to encourage me and before I knew it I had done it, all on my own. It was not the first time I felt accomplished, no, but it was thoroughly pleasant and pleasurable. Would you believe it, I had the same thought process you had.”

She reached over to him and began letting his curls dance around her fingers.

“It was a near possibility that I could have the dress of any princess at my fingertips. Even though I never thought much about her I was impressed by the things she could do, I would not need her any more would I?”

Moments like these were when she truly reveled in being a mother. She didn’t have to hold back what she was thinking. Children figure out how to process whatever you tell them. 

James offered up his brain to be washed without question, it wasn’t so easy with some of the others.

“I asked her to show me more and she did, starting with some basic stitches and working our way up. Before I knew it I was on my way to making something beautiful. Perfect. Far beyond expectations.”

The entire time she was explaining this James just got more and more giggly as though she was pulling faces at him. 

“Like me!” He finally blurted out, pulled into his mother's arms and mauled with kisses.

“Are you even paying attention to a word I am saying?!” Suzy shook James vigorously but kept her wide loving smile, her action only meant to make him laugh even more. 

In jest, she hoped that despite his excitement giving him some brain damage would help him fall asleep once she was through. 

“Yes, like you! However, you and I both know I did not start making corsets right as soon as she left. What did I have to do?” 

“Mommy had to practice!” Her golden boy answered without a second thought, not wanting to get too comfy as something told him the story was just starting to get good.

“She allowed me to keep some spools of thread and a sewing needle since I promised to be very very careful. I hid it away from my mother for a whole day until the next time my nanny would come back. All throughout that Wednesday I thought about the pretty dresses I wanted to make, I had set my mind on showing her what I could do.”

It wasn’t as though Suzy wanted to impress her nanny. No, she assumed that she could build off the trust she had previously earned by suggesting that she planned to use the materials she was given for their intended purposes. 

“When the day finally came I got busy right away! No sane person would want to tear up their own dresses for practice so I grabbed scissors from the kitchen and crept into my mother’s closet-” 

James was a smart enough boy, he got the sense that she didn’t want him to emulate her to a tee. He was as attached to his clothes as she was hers after all.

“-You would find it quite humorous. Your grandmother had this repugnant gucci dress that made her look like a spinster. I mean it! I was 6 years old and already had much more genteel taste.”

Her young son had a devious mind of his own that was growing worse by the day, he could only predict where she was going with this but he knew that he approved. He nodded with the self assuredness of an adult. “You did her a favor, mama? Did you?” 

“Why yes. I knew I could put together an ensemble that my mother would thank me for, that my nanny would have been desperate to make first, but it would be all mine!” Suzy’s voice was becoming as childlike as James’, she hadn’t thought about this day in such a long time and it was making her giddy! She truly and sincerely could not remember a time where she didn’t take any opportunity possible to make Eloise suffer. The nanny was just collateral. 

“She was so mad when she caught me! I wish you could have been there! It was like I bashed her puppy! Ooooh she was furious!”

“What next! What next!” “She asked me ‘what the hell I thought I was doing,’ so…”

Suzette leaned in close to James as far as she could, consuming the little boy in a pink shroud.

“You have not forgotten what my nanny said to me, have you? She wanted me to take accountability for my mistake so I made sure she did the same.”

The room rang out with raucous laughter that leaked into the vents, dripping down the walls of the house like mold. All the while Suzy went on and on about the storm of hell her mother rained upon that poor, kindhearted woman. 

Eloise wasn’t stupid. She knew a grown woman wouldn’t go and tell a little girl to ruin the possessions of the woman paying her salary. Then again, just what the fuck was she paying her for?! Everything would have gone smoothly had she not tried to bond with Suzy and make some kind of an impact. There was one thing grandmother, mother, and son all agreed on; who did that bitch think she was?

As the story drew to a close Suzy slowly slid James to lay where she was so she could get out of bed. 

Tucking him in, she really hammed up the parts where her nanny begged Eloise to consider the family she had to provide for at home, he loved those parts the most. Just like his Daddy. 

There was one thing her nanny had taught her that day that she was truly grateful for. 

There was a great big world out there with so many people to play with.

[mint-moon25]

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[hulijingemperor2]

Today is A-Yao's birthday, and his family as well as subjects had planned a  banquet for him.

This morning, when A-Yao woke up, Meng Shi came to meet him before team d or Qin Su.

She came in with a few maids and attendants, who carried food and gifts. Meng shi also made his favourite childhood sweet, the osmanthous cakes.

Meng shi: *caresses face* happy birthday, Yao'er.

Yao: *smiling, then kisses her hand* thank you, A-niang.

Meng Shi: *hugs and attacks him with kisses* my baby Yao'er! He has grown up so fast! He became so elegant and successful throughout his life!

Yao: *hugs tightly* because of you, A-niang. I got motivation to move on.

Meng Shi: awww.

Sisi: happy birthday, Yao'er. *kisses*

Yao: thank you, Yimu.

Maids and attendants: *bowing* happy birthday, Huangdi.

Yao: thank you very much.

Meng Shi: *happy* Yao'er. Got you a few gifts. But I'll show them to you after I feed you some sweets I made.

Yao: you made osmanthous cakes?

Meng Shi: just like in your childhood.

*feeds* how is it?

Yao: *feeling nostalgia*

Meng Shi: did it need more sugar or less?

Is ir good?

Yao: mhm. *chewing* it's delicious! As always! I love you, A-niang.

Sisi: our Yao'er could not resist.

Meng Shi: *feeds again, then wipes his mouth with the end of her sleeve*

Yao: A-niang, remember back in Yunping, the ladies there used to play music for me and dance on my birthday.

Meng Shi: ah Yes! I used to beg them to.

Sisi: I used to force them to. Because you deserve the best.

Meng Shi: but the ladies love to party, so it wasn't hard for them to do.

Despite them being jealous of me.

Sisi: yea. They were jealous of your beauty, talent, ability to read and write, elegance and dimples.

Meng shi: forget them. A-Yao here are your gifts.

I got you some clothes, golden taels, a new hat. Ok actually two new hats.

And some jade ornaments and jewelry.

Yao: they're all lovely, A-niang!! Waw!

I love you! *kisses her dimple*

Meng shi: aw, Yao'er.

No prob, baby.

Team dimple, Lan Xichen, and Qin Su then entered.

Team d: *bow* happy birthday beloved. Yao Huangdi.

Qin Su: *bow* happy birthday, darling.

Yao: aw, thanks dears!

Su she: *bow to his hand and kisses it*

Huangdi, may you be prosperous forever.

My beautiful Huangdi.

*hugs*

Yao: Shanshan. Thank you so much. *strokes hair*

Su she: Huangdi, some of my sect members are here to wish you too. They all bought gifts for you.

Yao: how delightful.

Su she: also we have planned some stuff. You'll see!

Yao: ah, I'm excited, dear.

Mo xuanyu: *kisses* love you, Yao gege!

Xue yang: *kisses* stay gorgeous, Jiggy. You're super hot. *caresses thighs*

Jiggy.

Yao: haha, thank you, yangyang and A-Yu.

Xichen: *kneels and kissed A-Yao's hand, then kissed him on his lips*

Happy birthday, honey. I love you so so much.

Yao: *smile*

Xichen: here are some flowers.

Yao: awww, beautiful!

Mo xuanyu: this Lan lips keeps trying to be better than us.

Su she: I know right.

Xue yang: Lan lips. I'm pretty sure Jiggybun loves us!

Meng Shi: team d, relax. *laughing*

Xichen: I got you diamonds.

Yao: Huan, you didn't have to. *blushing*

Xichen: I must.

Qin Su: *kisses* happy birthday again, love.

Yao: aw, thank you A-su.

Qin Su: I embroidered a fan for you, with golden lace.

Yao: that's so precious. You're really talented.

Qin Su: *blush* our sons had organized gifts for you too, A-Yao.

Yao: well let's go see.

Attendants: *dresses him in a light robe*

~~~

In the hall~

Rusong and Jingyi: *hugs* happy birthday A-Die!!

Both: *kowtowing*

Yao: babies, thank you! You don't need to kowtow. 

Rusong: A-Die, Yi'er and I had commissioned a statue for you. Come see!

Yao: oh really?!

Jingyi: and I composed a piece of music for you too.

I will play the guqin and Rusong will play the flute.

Yao: play it for me after. I would love to hear.

Jingyi: sure, Diedie.

Rusong: everyone is sending in their wishes.

I hope that Nainai don't run them.

Meng Shi: haha no. They're free to adore their Huangdi.

Hulijings passing by: *bowing and wishing A-Yao*

Xue yang: taihou used to run the hulijings? *cracking up* why do I see that happening!

Mo xuanyu: Miss Meng is so badass.

Meng Shi: yep. I keep running the hulijings, when they appear in Yunping.

Yao: *laughing* right!

Meng Shi: they won't leave their Wangzi alone. I wanted you to grow up in privacy. And pr*stitution was dangerous enough.

Su she: why didn't they save you two from Yunping?

Meng Shi: at that time, there were corrupted people in Jingjing. So for my safety, I ran all the way to Yunping. Then I  decided to become a courtesan to stay off the streets. And I'll be hidden.

Mo xuanyu: ohh. What a tough life. And Yao gege has become so successful.

Meng Shi: yes. Also I want him to reach far in life without depending on titles and status.

My friend, Madam Lan, told me too much about famous cultivator who are only full of themselves. They have fame and name, but no sense.

He'll become successful on his own, then become Huangdi afterwards.

Su she: you're so right.

Xue yang: this cultivation world is still ridden of so called prestige cultivators. They have no reasoning, they are only quick to judge.

I hate them.

Xichen: A-niang sure had given you insight on the Jianghu.

Meng Shi: yes. And she was very lovely.

She told me a lot of stories about the Jianghu. She recommended cultivation books, so wrote them down and bought them for Yao'er.

Whenever I see you, I see Madam Lan. She resembles Hanguang Jun, but her nature is just like yours.

Xichen: that's so touching.

Xue yang: *pouting* Miss Meng. Who do we remind you of?

Meng Shi: three simps!

Yao: lol.

Meng Shi: anyways. A-Si used to be jealous of Madam Lan, like how you're jealous of Lan gui fei.

Sisi: noooo, Huanghou Jiejie! I wasn't jealous of Madam Lan. *pout*

Mo xuanyu: we're not jealous of that Lan lips.

Meng Shi: ah. That's what they all say.

Su she: taihou. We just believe that we're closer to Huangdi.

Meng Shi: same thing what Sisi told me. She says that she's closer.

So all simps are the same?

Sisi: *blushing*

Yao: *looks at a life-sized statue of himself~ which showed off his beauty and nine tails, topped off with a regal expression.*

Waw, Song'er and Yi'er! What a lovely gift! I love it! *kisses them*

Jingyi: thank you, Diedie.

Rusong: no problem, A-Die.

Yao: who are the sculptors. I would like to thank them some day.

Rusong: the Li Brothers from Shudong.

Yao: ahh, Shudong.

A-Yang's territory. That's really really lovely, babies.

Ruyi. I want to hear your music during the banquet.

Jingyi: of course.

~~

Later that day, there was a banquet held in A-Yao's honour.

Many fox spirits came from all over the empire to wish him happy birthday and give him gifts. His concubines as well as other cultivators were here to party and offer gifts too.

Team dimple however were inspecting the gifts to see if they were 'good enough' (team d always judge everyone~ as they should)

Yao sits with his nine tails tails out, while his sons played music for him. Jingyi played the guqin and Rusong played the flute.

Yao: *smiling* beautiful music.

I'm very pleased. *applauds* it's so good to have talented and loving sons. The empire is always fortunate to have you.

Rusong: glad you like.

Jingyi: Diedie, you always appreciate us.

I know I love Hanguang Jun but I don't remember when he appreciated my skills.

Yao: because I'm your Diedie.

Jingyi: right!

Later that night, there were acrobatic performances and lion dances~ which were organized by the hulijings and the nies, a few parade floats organized by the Lans and xue yang, dance groups organised by Mo xuanyu, and fireworks organized by the Moling Su sect.

The Su Sect in Moling also had their own celebration.

Annually for lanling Jin, they would have two golden dragon boats, made up of minor boats with golden lights, drift on the river to honour A-Yao and Zixuan, then they would light up the place.

~Happy birthday Yao Huangdi ~ ✨️💗

[lady-ragnvindr]

Hello there! I hope its okay, I just had this random idea, but can i request for some Hcs for Diluc and Childe with a GN! reader, who has been pretty sketchy lately? like they were being so secretive and stuff and theyd often leave and refuse to let them give them company when they do. So they start stalking them to see whats up only to see them checking something out at a store and they thought they wanted to buy it so they do, but in the end the reader ends up telling them that it was a gift they were eyeing for them not for themselves

I hope this makes sense, you can ignore it if its too much ><

Sketchy Reader HCs

Childe x GN!Reader x Diluc

Warnings: None

Didn't had any good title XD

Childe

Childe for most ppl is a very confident person, he thrives from the attention he gets especially when it comes to you

But since he is also a person with a very big title it is to be expected that he is very observant

So when you are very and I mean very (sus)picious he is concerned and also very wary

He has been betrayed and been labeled as a fooled from ppl he trusted, so yes he would be very cautious of you

Everytime he would look for you be it through the streets of Liyue or even on your own home, you would find any excuse to disappear from him

Wait hold on is that a Jewelry store

Until one day, Childe had enough and was planning to confront you, so when on a search for you

When he saw you in the middle of the street looking around and then entering a very suspic- wait

Childe looked slightly......confused but he kept looking, moving in closer hiding in between the crowd as he watched you closely through the window

You looked through each jewel, all shined bright, glowing at you tempting you to take them away but you had an eye for something else

Until you found it, a blue jem beautiful as the sea and it reminded you of a certain fatui but you soon stop your advances

1,000,000 Mora?!?!?

Nah you could go and mine that

Nope

And so you leave

But Childe seeing the pout you had, quickly swooped in the store and bought the shiny crystal

Later that day, he came to you with a box wrapped in a ribbon a huge boyish smile on his face

You looked at him, surprised as you looked up at him

"w-what is this?" He just gave you a big smile

"go on open it!" Excitement evident in his voice

You grabbed the box and opened it, seeing the familiar blue gem, you smiled

Looking up at him you let a small laugh out and Childe looked confused

"Have you been stalking me? Hmmm"

"Nooooo....maybee"

A sheepish grin covered his surprised face

You took out the blue gem while your other hand dig in into your pocket and pulled out a handmade bracelet with two piece cor lapis around it

Taking the blue gem, you used your pyro power to burn a small hole on the top of the gem and passed the bracelet through it

While you do that, Childe just watched, curiosity taking over

After you tied the bracelet, you handed it to a surprised (pikachu face) Childe

"I wanted to give you a gift something you could remember me for whenever I would go away..."

Let's just say Childe may had fainted....

Diluc

Diluc, like Childe is a very observant person but unlike him he doesn't look for attention much

So between the two of you, you are always the one to give him attention, sometimes he would be the one giving you attention but in most cases you are the one starting it

But that don't mean this man is blind

Nah nah nah, this man has eyes on everything

Especially when it comes to your every need

But when he doesn't get his cuddles as usual or doesn't even get to talk to you at all because you just wooshh from their he gets suspicious

So when me night you decide to sneak away, Diluc rises from the bed and changes int his Darknight hero mode and goes after you

You walked through the streets until you came to the door with a magical seal, while Diluc stays put on a roof, watching you and also wondering as to why are you at Mona's door

You knock and Mona opens the door and closes it

And Diluc waited

And waited

And more waiting

Until you finally walk out, burying something in your pocket as you waved at Mona goodbye

As you walk away, Diluc followed closely, jumping from roof to roof until you came into a stop at a Souvenir shop

As you were talking to the lady, you frowned

Diluc quickly getting upset seeing you pout wanted to go up to you and hug you but he kept hidden

With a final look at the item you wanted, you walked away

Diluc looked at your figure walking away, and as soon as you turned a corner, he took out his mask and landed right behind the store

The next morning, you woked up and rising from your bed, you looked behind you and noticed your lover calmly at sleep

Letting out a soft smile, you walked down the stairs and to the kitchen, the maids moved away from their, knowing your usual routine of making breakfast

As you were cooking some fried eggs, strong arms embraced you behind, a fluff of red hair fell on your shoulder as you giggled

"Lulu, your hair is going to get on the egg" he just let out a hum and snuggled closer into you

Letting a sigh out you tried to maneuver with a clingy man around the kitchen

Setting the plates down, you were about to sit down until Diluc pulled you into his lap

This man missed his cuddles ok?! He just needs his cuddles 😤

So while you guys were eating, Diluc pulled out a red crystal shaped as an eagle and slide it on the table, you recognizing the familiar object looked at him

"I had a nagging feeling you wanted it, so I bought it for you"

You looked at him until you let out a loud snort

Hugging a surprised Diluc, who wasn't expecting that reaction, you quickly went and grabbed a string with blue gems on it, pulling the red bird stone, you put it on the middle of the string

As you stood up and walked behind Diluc's chair, you pushed away his hair and wrapped the string filled of gems around his porcelain neck

Diluc looked at you, his red eyes wide as he waited for you to talk

"This was actually for you, I wanted to give you a gift, since I couldn't make it to your birthday....so happy late birthday!" You scratch the back of your head as you awaited his reaction

"Oh....um..,"clearing his throat, Diluc stood up and hugged you, "Thank you love, but a gift for me is for you to be here safe and sound, that is enough for me"

-

AIGHT, hope you liked it :)

Took me awhile to finish it since I was multitasking....I definitely wasnt watching anime

NUH uh

Anyways, this was very cute and fun to write, lov d the idea too so yahhh 👌😌

[burnedbyshoto]

life is not a shoujo manga

— Kaibara believes that his life with you could be a shoujo manga. Why? One, he’s in love with you and two, you work at a maid cafe he is prohibited from visiting. But nothing happens in life without doing what you’re told NEVER to do.

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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, modern!au, reader is a sex worker, maid cafe but make it kinky, dubcon (spoiler: reader just services kaibara despite his embarrassment), semipublic sex, master and maid dynamic/kink, blow job, sex on a table, marking

word count: 4,570

a/n: this is for the bnharem collab for sex work lmaoooo, this was hella inspired by maid-sama,,, kinda sorta, not really, but hey!!!! check out the rest of the masterlist and I hope you enjoy this!!! happy birthday to me :D

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Kaibara Sen was pretty confident in the fact that he was not in a shoujo manga.

There are, however, some claims that he can unashamedly admit make him believe that he might be in one. Here is his gathered evidence:

1. He had a crush on a girl (you) that was practically written to be nothing more than a crazy, hopeful fantasy.

Explanation:

Kaibara has known you for his entire life, but you, the airheaded, mind focused on only those around you, had never noticed him. You were bright, intelligent, witty, with blazing eyes and a curling smile, you were an enigma in the world, and he was a bystander just waiting for a day when you would notice him. Popular as you were, Kaibara knew he stood no chance at ever playing a role in your life. There was no room for his initial stoic personality, the way that he walks away from you as you near because, god forbid, you see his ears tinge pink.

All in all, you never knew he existed, and his crush would have to remain one-sided and unknown. But you see, reason number two is yet a testament to his denied belief that he lives a shoujo manga.

2. He had gained your attention one day by catching you one day when you tripped off a brick wall.

Explanation:

Talk about falling into the arms of the one you’re destined for! Kaibara had been walking home from the end of his first year of high school, and as he turned a corner, there came a yell and he looked up to see a body plummeting towards him. With adrenaline coursing through his veins and superhuman strength supplying him the strength and ability to catch you, Kaibara caught you bridal style. He held you there for a few moments, the air suddenly blowing and the blossoming cherry blossoms swirling with the winds. He swore your eyes brightened at the moment you locked eyes.

3. He had a (former) love rival.

Explanation:

Pretty self-explanatory, Kaibara would admit. Before his introduction to you, another male student in your class had been essentially building up his intentions to ask you out. Kaibara wasn’t one to step on people’s toes; he respected people too much and often just didn’t want to spend energy where he thought was unnecessary. But you were never unnecessary. Kaibara wanted you and found himself clashing heads with this other love rival, but he seemed to have won the moment Kaibara was accepted into the same university as you.

4. You were working at a maid cafe.

Explanation:

Kaibara did not have an older sister for no reason. Maid-Sama and Ouran Highschool Host Club were constantly on repeat when he was growing up! Because of this selected memory and application, he believed that time and time again, whenever maids were involved — or any type of service job — it was shoujo material.

Four points and that was four more points than most romances, and Kaibara was convinced that he was in line to become the main star of a real-life adaption of some obscure shoujo manga. All he had to do now was seal the deal and get you, his now best friend of nearly four years, to fall in love with him.

“I have work tonight,” you sigh from your place on Kaibara’s bed, your face twisted in a dissatisfied pout, feet kicking a bit on the mattress. 

“Call out,” Kaibara simply replied, his head resting upon yours as you both watched an old All Might film. “I don’t understand why the maid cafe is open so late anyways. Who’s even awake and wanting to go out?”

You chuckle at his words, fingers tapping on your thigh — as they do when you’re a bit nervous.

“It’s a cafe for foreigners and people who are up late,” you repeat the same line you always say when Kaibara asks why you would go in so late. “It works out, and it pays well.”

“How long is your shift tonight?”

“Ten until three.”

Kaibara groans, “that’s rough.”

You snicker a bit in unknown irony, “you have no idea.”

Time passes, and Kaibara realizes that it’s nearly nine-thirty by the time you pull away from the small mirror on Kaibara’s desk (he bought it so that you could do your makeup in his room), and he looks at you in your beautiful form. You looked ethereal in the makeup, big eyes, and painted pretty lips. You turned to look at him, a grand grin painting your lips, and for whatever reason, a spoof of unspoken for confidence, Kaibara feels himself speaking before he can stop himself.

“Go on a date with me? Next weekend?”

You froze, before chuckling, lips splayed in a lazy grin, “you’d want to date a maid?”

“Undoubtedly.”

Kaibara watched as you flustered a bit, teeth tugging and tearing into your lower lip as you shook your head. “You’re a dork, Sen,” you push back a strand of hair as you stand up, “but let me think about it? As much as I love the idea of potentially being your girlfriend, I need to think about how you would feel about my job.”

And Kaibara smiled despite himself, his mind thinking about how sometimes shoujo protagonists often deny their own feelings at first. Not that his life was a shoujo manga anyways.

“I can do that.”

You laugh, the sound pretty and light on his ears, and you shake your head. Kaibara warmed at the sound and stood up too, already knowing that it was time for you to leave.

“Alright, but I must leave you now, my eternal love,” you grin, speaking with a mock accent. Your arms open for your goodbye hug he has since been accustomed to giving you when you both went separate ways. “I bid thee well when I’m away for the week.”

Ah yes, you would be gone for an entire week on account of a school trip you were taking.

“I do not know how I may live without you at my side, but I will try,” Kaibara spoke back with a low accent, too, his smile hidden in your neck as he hugged you near. “Have a good shift, and be safe on your trip.”

“Obviously!”

Two things about your job besides the obvious (that it was a maid cafe) that Kaibara knew.

1. You made a lot of money there.

He wasn’t all too sure as to why. He’s been to a maid cafe before and has definitely been called Kaibara-sama by pretty-faced females in French maid costumes. He knew that it was a popular place for otaku men and foreigners, but he also knew that pay range-wise, it wasn’t that much better than a typical waitress job.

2. Under no circumstances should he, or anyone for that matter, follow you to work or try to see you while you worked.

This made sense to Kaibara even if he didn’t particularly agree. There was no denying that he wanted to see you in a maid costume, he’d be a liar if he said otherwise, but he realized how embarrassing it could be for you. The fact that he knew where you worked was good enough for him.

Kaibara sighed, his body collapsing onto his bed, and he pulled out his phone. He checked the time on his phone and smiled, seeing that at this point, you were already at work because you sent a text saying that you had arrived. A small notification warning him that his phone was about to die pinged on his screen, and he frowned, hand reaching for his charger.

But instead of the white cord, his hand grasped onto the rose gold charging cable he knew was yours. You needed the charging cable; you were leaving on a trip basically right after work! Kaibara’s mouth twisted, weighing his options in his head. He knew that you had no other charging cables; you had a knack for breaking them without meaning to. 

Shaking his head, he stood up.

This was about your charger for your phone.

It would be okay! He would simply step foot into the maid cafe, hand your coworker (he was hopeful he would see you) your charger, and leave! He wouldn’t stay! Nope! Not at all.

Kaibara nodded at his resolution and pocketed your charger before turning on his heel and marching out of his room.

It took a bit to get to the cafe.

Fushi’s Maid Cafe is what it was called.

Its hours of operation were quite weird, at the very least in Kaibara’s opinion. On its website, it said that it was open between 11 am and 5 pm, a reasonable range for its demographic; however, there were many times in which you would go in much later in the night. You were in a 10 pm until 3 am shift after all.

It was currently midnight as the trains were down for the night, and Kaibara had resolved to walk a near hour to drop off your charger. He didn’t really mind, especially if he sees you in that costume.

‘No!’ Kaibara thought, ‘you’re in a shoujo manga, not a hentai!’

He frowned, remembering to continue to claim that he was not living in a shoujo manga, and strode to the door. Confidence in every step, his game plan being repeated time and time again. 

Kaibara swung open the door, readying himself to hear the onslaught of a chorus of ‘Welcome home, Master!’ but instead… oh…

He froze.

“F-Fukuda-samaaaaa!”

He blinked.

And as the door closed behind him, the most fucked out, blissful voice that he had only heard in his wettest of dreams called out, “Welcome home, Kaibara-sama…”

Kaibara locked eyes with you sitting alone at a table, your eyes laced with blissful lust, lips pouty and wet. The maid costume you had on exposed your beautiful breasts, shoving the curves, the tender flesh, and your sweat shined softly off it. Kaibara felt his breathing become shallower yet deeper as the sounds of meeting wet sex, lewd cries, the maids begging for more, demanding more. The clients — the masters — speaking in tongues as they fucked the women against the chairs, tabletops, anything in which they could balance. 

Oh.

It made sense why you never wanted anyone to follow you to work.

Kaibara had been so caught up in the scene before him, the somehow sex maid cafe themed orgy (sexy party? But there was no group sex minus the man in the back fucking three maids!) that he hadn’t noticed you approach him. He tensed yet again when your hands fisted into his shirt, your warm breath brushing against his exposed collarbones, a curling sweetness emitting from your person and knocking his breath away yet again.

“Kaibara-sama, I never expected you to finally come. I’ve missed you,” you whine, pressing your body so close to his. Your stocking-covered thighs were brushing against his slowly awakening dick. 

“Y-Y/n,” Kaibara stuttered, and he winced at how not part of the plan that was. “I-I thought this was a maid cafe?”

“We are a maid cafe,” you sigh as if he was asking an amusing yet dumb question. Your arms wrapping around his neck, and hips rolling against his. “We service our masters however they see fit! I wanna help Kaibara-sama feel good now that he’s here.”

Kaibara hisses under his breath, the feeling of your thigh rubbing against his growing dick insatiable as it is slightly uncomfortable due to the rough fabric of his jeans. “I’m here to drop off your charger! You forgot it! I-I’m leaving after this.”

You grin, your laughter bell-like in his ear as you nuzzle your nose against the smooth curve of his neck. “I left it there on purpose; I wanted Kaibara-sama to follow me here and see if he could still love me like this.” Goosebumps flash across his body, and Kaibara whines at the back of his throat as you begin walking backward, taking him to the table where you once sat. “I never wanted Kaibara-sama to see me like this, never wanted Kaibara-sama to see and know what a big whore I am before he confessed his feelings to me. But Kaibara-sama followed me to my work and didn’t run away… I’m so blessed.”

Your hands landed on his chest, and Kaibara yelped as you shoved him onto the spacious, comfortable chair before the table. Your teeth bit into your lower lip, eyes practically glowing with lust as a single sleeve began descending from your shoulder.

Kaibara suddenly forgot how to breathe.

“I’m at your service, Kaibara-sama,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering. “How may I help you?”

Kaibara was going to respond eloquently and affirmatively that he didn’t need you to service him, but the Kaibara-sama sounded so lovely.

“I— um, well— I— ohmygoD!” 

Kaibara nearly leaped out of his own skin as you pushed his knees apart and kneeled before him. Your eyes locked on his before glancing down to the prominent bulge in his pants. You grin, fingers stretching out and eagerly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his hard cock in less than ten seconds.

“Wowwww,” you breathe, eyes lighting up at the still hardening dick you were holding in your hands. “Kaibara-sama… you’re so big!”

You stared at the easily nine-inch dick in your hands, the slight curve to it making your core burn, and the bluish veins dancing under the skin making your mouth water. He was better than what you had expected him to be, and you wanted to know how he tasted, how he felt in your mouth and your pussy. 

His erratic breathing caught your attention, and you looked back up at him, the scarlet on his cheeks, the expression that told you that he was battling instinct and morals. It was up to you, his maid, to make the decision for him, it seemed.

“I’ll take good care of you, Kaibara-sama,” you promised, heart hammering in your chest as you leaned forward, and without much of an issue, swallowed at least half of his cock.

Kaibara’s reaction is instantaneous; the near howl of pleasure and surprise ripping from his throat is a sound you’re almost unfamiliar with. He was such a serious man; even when he was comfortable and energetic, there was a sense of seriousness to him. There was a time, however, that you remember him being near-feral, demanding, excited. It was when there was a competition or when his feelings truly and utterly overcame him. You smiled around his cock, your teeth barely scraping the length of his cock, and giggled.

You overwhelmed him.

But there was no time for celebrations, no time to think about how you were serving your master to the best you could; his hands were suddenly fisted into your hair, and his hips rolled up into you, fucking your throat. Tears sprung in your eyes, the uncomfortable sensation of his cock flushes down your throat, pressing so heavy on your tongue.

“F-Fuck, this feels so fucking good!” Kaibara gasps, his eyebrows scrunching and hips lifting off the seat to continue face fucking you. 

You relax your throat as best you can, chokes and gags pittering out of your mouth despite your best attempts. You hum, forcing your throat to allow the tip of his cock to go even further down your throat. Kaibara moans loudly, the noises he makes dripping down your back, making you feel sweaty, hot, and flush. His noises stir the heat between your thighs, making one of your hands go down beneath the layers of your puffy skirt to press to your throbbing clit, desperate to relieve the building, untouched tension.

“No!” Kaibara hisses, a single hand leaving your head to grab onto your wandering hand and bringing it back up. You yelp around his cock at the sudden movement, and you’re forced to come off his cock with haggling, rough coughs. Tears fall down your cheeks, and there's a thick line of saliva and precum trailing between the tip of his cock and the bottom of your lip. “You’re my maid, right?”

You cough, your lungs are burning with wrongly swallowed saliva, and the recent asphyxiation you had. Cocking your head to the side, you startle when he suddenly leans in near, pinching your cheeks between two fingers and drawing you near him.

“Answer me, y/l/n-chan.”

“Y-Yes!” you squeak, swollen lips trembling and your breathing hitching as you shiver. There was a fire in his eyes, a type of lust-fueled rage that made your skin tingle and crawl in the sweetest of ways. “I’m here to service Kaibara-sama.”

“Then why are you trying to relieve yourself?” he snaps, face so near you want to kiss him, and you whimper because his scolding and humiliation do nothing to ease the fire in your cunt… it only ravages it, letting it fester into a raging wildfire. “You’re here for me, your master, so fuck me — focus on just me.”

“Yes, Kaibara-sama!” you shiver, body tingling as you reclaim his cock in your mouth.

And unlike before, where Kaibara merely sounded like a man who was feasting upon the food of the gods, he sits up straighter, more commanding, a man who sat in his chair knowing his worth. He took on the deception of a master.

“Hold my dick with your hands,” Kaibara grunts, hands fisting the hair at the nape of your neck and forcing your head to tilt up towards him. “I can’t trust you.”

You nodded your head, hands coming up to hold onto the base of his cock that your mouth couldn’t take in. You were fucking him diligently and intently with your mouth, driving him further down, your tongue and hollowed cheeks doing all it could to please your master. You sucked his dick with the intention of promising him that you were worth it, of making him fill your mouth and throat with him so he could never doubt that it was him you wanted, him you wanted to consume.

“Such a good sluttly little maid,” Kaibara praised and degraded. His hands tighten almost painfully in your hair. “Taking my big cock so easily... Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing on other men.”

You make a noise that screams no.

You would never!

“Oh, no?” Kaibara grunts, his tongue licking out past his lips, and you shudder under his gaze. “Did my slutty fucking maid keep her mouth clean for me?”

You whine in approval, your lungs burning as he keeps you still on his cock, eyes deceivingly angry.

“Good… that just means I’ll have to fuck your whore pussy so good you’ll never ask or seek a  new master,” Kaibara grinned, and your eyes widened. 

It happened so fast, you were on the ground one second, and in the next, he had you pinned with your back against the table. It was almost uncomfortable, the edge of the table pressing into your spine, and your hands scrambled to latch onto his shirt as his jeans fell to his knees and his hands gripped the top of your maid outfit down, exposing your naked breasts. 

His hands found a place on your breasts, warm and calloused fingers moving against smooth, soft skin. You moaned loudly, hips twitching unconsciously as he brushed against the swell of your nipple. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Kaibara groaned, fingers pinching roughly against your skin, and you warbled a scream. It wasn’t painful; it was pleasurable. Your head swam in a way it never had before when you had serviced other men, your clit was throbbing with an increase of needed attention, and your voice keened with his praise. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you — wanted this. I wanna make you feel so good, let your master fuck you however I want, y/l/n, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You nod your head, words failing you, and you watched Kaibara let out a heavy stream of air out of his nose, a near perverted, happy grin on his face.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Kaibara-sama,” you whisper, hands fisting into his shirt. “Ruin me. Claim me. Make me yours.”

His eyes flash dangerously.

“You were never not mine.”

And with a hand looping underneath your knee and with the sudden shove on your shoulder to knock you back, Kaibara pressed his cock against your wet, sopping entrance and shoved into you. You scream loudly, hands digging into his back as his cock enters you, unforgiving and demanding. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his hips as you shudder and shake, body twitching under the dull, hot stretch of him in you, your body sweating with the consuming heat and pleasure that his entrance gives you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you squeal, fingernails digging into his skin, face burying into his neck. “Kaibara-sama is so big, he’s stretching me out so much, I’m— I can’t—”

Kaibara clicks his tongue, his nose nuzzling into your cheek, “Don’t say that, y/l/n-chan. Don’t ever tell your master that you can’t. You can do anything so long as I ask of it, right? I don’t like the word can’t.”

You whimper, head nodding in understanding as you shift your hips partly for needed friction, partly for relief. 

“Stop that,” Kaibara orders, hands suddenly on your hips, preventing you from moving. “Ask permission from your master if you can move. You are here to serve me; you are not here for yourself. Do you understand?”

Your breathing is heavy, your legs shaking as you nod, breathlessly saying that you agree even though you need relief. You need to please your master; you have to make sure he continues to want your service: just you, no one else.

“Good girl,” he praises and somehow pushes even further into you.

You moan loudly at the movement, fingers digging into his skin yet again, and Kaibara laughed, teeth nipping at your collarbone. Your back is entirely arched, jaw slacked, voice dead on your tongue because the feeling of him buried deep within you is staggering. You let out a single happy noise, your mouth gasping for breath as your voice finally begins to come back to you.

“So tight, so hot,” Kaibara groans, his teeth dragging up and down your neck as his hips roll back and thrust back into you at his own pace. It’s steady, slow almost—a steady beat like a subtle heartbeat that kept you sane. “Don’t be quiet… I want to hear what I do to you; I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

And a hand pinches your clit at the same time he slams roughly, with tremendous strength into you, and you wail.

It’s as if that wail was a starting sound, the sound that told Kaibara that he was in the clear to do whatever he wanted. To fuck you as he deemed, to make you fulfill your duty to providing and exceeding his every need and demand. He fucked into you, each snap of his hip, every roll, sending loud slaps through the room. The table creaked and shifted with every advancing move, and you rolled your hips up, fucking back into him, desperate to make his breath hitch and hiss in pleasure. His teeth buried into your skin, sucking and nibbling marks onto your skin, subtle and near bloody marks to show the world that you were his.

“Kaibara-sama!” you scream at a particular thrust, back arching wildly, eyes slamming shut as you moan to the heavens. “Kiss me please! Please kiss me—”

Kaibara’s mouth was over yours immediately. You cried into his mouth, shuddering and shaking as he continued his maddening dance with you, the endless, exciting cycle of tingling sensations and exploding warmth. His tongue entered your mouth, tasting of him, iron, and sweat. You moan louder, your velvet walls clenching and milking against his length. You don’t want to ever pull out; you want him, his seed, everything.

He kisses you like a madman, someone who believed that if he stopped, he would die.

You eat it up, returning it in full, unable to even believe you want him to stop. 

“You drive me fucking insane,” Kaibara pants, hands coming back down to your hips and keeping them in place as he suddenly, powerfully, and somehow rhythmically pounding into you in short, strong fucks. 

It’s overwhelming, the feeling of his girth stretching you out and abandoning you so quickly, the way his tip licks against your cervix, teasing up against your sweet spot. His face is desperate, needing, and so powerful that you cry to him, your master, your god. Your pussy is soaked with your essence, the sex spilling it all-around your thighs and on him, the wet squelching pounding making you embarrassed and so much more turned on. His teeth sink into your jaw, and your body is begging, twitching, the heat in your stomach overwhelming and no longer building but waiting for it to be unleashed. 

“K-Kaibara-sama!” you cry, a warning for the near-inevitable.

But you wail his name, the electricity in your veins and blood scorching the levels of your skin, and Kaibara takes that as a reason to do more, to fuck more. He drills into you at a new speed, a new power. Your head is swimming in the delirium, and your body trembles, the words “more, faster, harder” spilling from your mouth without consent, but tears build in your eyes as his fingers seem to almost spin against your clit and you scream.

You cum loudly, aggressively, all your energy destroyed as you hit the high. Kaibara moans against your bruised and marked skin; the warmth heat of spilling seed expelling into your cunt is a sensation that drives you insane as he collapses his weight on top of you. You’re breathless, speechless, a part of you unable to comprehend that your crush had fucked you before he had kissed you, that he was the best fuck you had, and how this man wanted you back.

It’s quiet for a bit, the two of you laying on the table as cum dripped out of your cunt, and he rested his head between your exposed breasts.

“So,” you finally rasp, a soft grin coming onto your face. “You have my charger?”

-

“18000 yen?!” Kaibara barked, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the older lady at the counter who was billing him for his session.

“We are a sex club, Kaibara-sama,” she sighed. “Not only did you have a three-hour session with our most requested maid, but you also marked the merchandise.”

“I couldn’t?!” Kaibara snapped but cooled down almost immediately when the lady pointed at a: ‘Fines for every mark on the maids!!!!’ sign. “Oh.”

“Take it from my paycheck,” you sing from beside him, bundled up in a coat, the marks he gave you completely hidden now. It was the end of your shift and closing time, after all. “I got him riled up without telling him the rules.”

Kaibara chuckled as you arranged a proper check for him.

He thought about what he thought of his life, and while he couldn’t say that his life wasn’t a hentai right now, he knew, without a doubt, that life is not a shoujo manga.

[diamonddragon2003]

Part 2, all of these belongs to Tumblr posts.

______________________

Henry: H-hewwo?

Charlotte: Pardon?

Henry: Hewwo.

Charlotte: ...Did you just?

Henry: I wove you.

Charlotte: I-

Charlotte: I love you too but you better stop doing that baby voice.

_____________________

Henry, Charlotte, Jasper and Ray are watching sport.

Charlotte: Come on! Give me some D!

Henry: *raise eyebrow at Charlotte*

Charlotte: Uh, Defense! Give me some Defense! *Blushing*

Bonus--

Henry: Sure, I'll give you some defense. *Winked at her*

_____________________

Henry: *Yawns*

Charlotte: Yeah being cocky must be tiring.

Henry: *tilts His head* Then you must be pretty exhausted.

Charlotte: *Blushes furiously*

_____________________

Ray: What's the emergency! *Asked through the hologram*

Charlotte: Henry has fainted and is bleeding from his nose.

Ray: Don't worry I'm on way. What were the events leading up to This?

Charlotte: *mumbles*

Ray: I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you, could you repeat that?

Charlotte: I put on a maid dress...they dare me to.

_____________________

Piper: Crybabies are so annoying!

Charlotte: *cries*

Piper: Okay! Whose the ass I need to beat the shit out of!? Jack or my stupid brother!?

_____________________

Henry: My neck is sore.

Charlotte: That's not good, is there anything I want-

Henry: Please kiss it.

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Henry: *Eating something* This taste amazing.

Charlotte: Can I taste?

Henry: Sure.

Charlotte: *Kisses Henry* You're right, this is good.

Henry: *Blushing* Why are you like This?

_____________________

Henry: *Alone* I'm so bored. *Called Jasper*

Jasper: *Over the phone* Hello?

Henry: I'm bored and Charlotte is out.

Jasper: So? You can just call her.

Henry: I've tried that, she won't pick up.

Charlotte: *Slowly opens the bathroom door* Henry, I was in the shower.

_____________________

Charlotte: Babe, it's dark out here...

Henry: Don't worry I got this!

*He stomps his light up sketchers*

Charlotte: Why did I date him?

_____________________

*Henry and Charlotte are glaring at each other*

Piper: Did you smell That?

Jasper: *sniffing in the air* What?

Piper: *Points at them* The scent of sexual tension is in the air.

_____________________

Charlotte: Henry hurry! There's a spider!

Henry: Kill it!

Charlotte: You kill it!

Henry: *Goes Over cautiously to kill spider with a shoe.

Spider: *Grab shoe*

Henry: SAVE YOURSELVES!!!

Charlotte: Wait! Come back!

_____________________

Henry: I could get lost in your eyes.

Charlotte: You get lost walking in a straight line.

_____________________

Henry: I hate you!

Charlotte: Wow, guess what? I hate you too!

Jasper: *In narrator voice* They actually want to bone each other soooo bad.

_____________________

Ray: This isn't funny! This is serious!

Henry: This is pretty funny.

Charlotte: Its fucking hilarious actually.

Jasper/Piper: *Twitching on the floor, still wheezing with laugher*

_____________________

Henry: Have you ever thought that holding my hand is like our hands is hugging?

Charlotte: IT'S 3AM YOU IDIOT! GOT TO SLEEP!

Henry: Not until your hand hugs mine.

_____________________

Charlotte: I don't think I've ever seen you without shades.

Henry: You've also never seen me looking at your ass.

*Henry and Charlotte stands in silence*

Charlotte: That's the only reason why I wear them.

_____________________

Henry: Hey, you Okay? I haven't seen you in 3 days.

Charlotte:  You shouldn't be around me. I'm sick, that's why. I can't believe my mom let you in my room now.

Henry: Heh, I'll take me chances. This is what friends are for. You shouldn't be lonely, especially on your birthday.

Charlotte: You remembered?

Henry: Of course I did, I'm always here for you.

_____________________

Jasper: Okay! Charlotte, you're up!

Charlotte: All right. Never I ever kissed someone.

Henry: *burst through the door or wall*

Henry: I can change that.

_____________________

Piper: OMG, IS THAT BLOOD? WHO'S?

Henry: Who knows? *smirks at Charlotte*

Charlotte: Henry, you clearly have a bullet wound. Stfu.

_____________________

Henry: I'm the most responsible one of this group.

Charlotte: You literally just set my kitchen on fire.

Henry: Yes and I take responsibility for that.

_____________________

Henry or Piper: *Revving the engine* We’re coming to save you from this awful date you’re on, Charlotte! I will slow this vehicle for nothing!

Jasper: Except the speed limit.

Henry: Yes. Except the speed limit.

Jasper: And baby animals.

Henry: …and baby animals.

_____________________

Charlotte: ...Henry? This has to be a dream.

Kid Danger: Because my face is so gorgeous that you could only dream of looking at it?

Charlotte: Wha..? No, because you don't exist. You're not real.

_____________________

Henry, to Jasper: Nah, I don't believe in love at first sight.

*Charlotte walks by*

Henry: ...okay, maybe I do.

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That's it! Tell me if you want more! 👀

[ladyorlandodream]

Lady Dimitrescu-tag FanFiction List PART 6

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

1101) Bittersweet Scars (Chapters in progress)

1102) not in my good satantic cul de sac (short story)

1103) How Did You Love? (Chapters in progress)

1104) Sea of Emotions (Chapters in progress)

1105) "and always, there is hunger / i will admit that i do not know if i should hold you or eat you." (Chapters in progress)

1106) The Gifts of Desecration (Chapters in progress)

1107) Vampiric Love (Chapters in progress)

1108) Lady Dimitrescu spanks Jean-Jacques Rousseau (short story)

1109) Some People Say A Man Is Made Outta Mud (Chapters in progress)

1110) Irreplaceable (Chapters in progress)

1111) Give In- A Lady D x Fem Reader Story (Chapters in progress)

1112) We're Going Home (short story)

1113) Look Out the Window (short story)

1114) A Hope in Hell (Chapters in progress)

1115) Shared Depths (Chapters in progress)

1116) 睡美人 (Chapters Completed)

1117) Everything You Never Wanted (Chapters in progress)

1118) Part Two: The Chase (short story)

1119) In Your Light (short story)

1120) the lady's hound (Chapters in progress)

1121) My crazy family (Chapters Completed)

1122) Within these walls our fates shall intertwine (Chapters in progress)

1123) I Dreamt of Yellow Flowers (Chapters in progress)

1124) white scars (Chapters in progress)

1125) Craving (Chapters in progress)

1126) Your walls are blizzards, but your center is a garden. (Chapters in progress)

1127) I'll take you anywhere you need to go (short story)

1128) Welcome to the Family, Boy (short story)

1129) Red Tainted Thorns (Chapters in progress)

1130) Ain’t So Tough (short story)

1131) You Pushed Yourself Too Far, Cassandra (short story)

1132) Tentalinigus (short story)

1133) A Pretentious Journey (Chapters in progress)

1134) Ask me to leave (Chapters in progress)

1135) Sanguis Virginis (Chapters in progress)

1136) Through fated stars (Chapters in progress)

1137) Bela and the maiden (Chapters Completed)

1138) maiden's virtue (Chapters in progress)

1139) The Tragedy of Salvatore Moreau (Chapters in progress)

1140) Looking Through (short story)

1141) Part of the Family (Chapters in progress)

1142) Behind Porcelain Eyes (Chapters in progress)

1143) something wretched & oh so beautiful (Chapters in progress)

1144) A Promise of a Lifetime of Love even after death (short story)

1145) Rough Day (short story)

1146) A Sacrifice To The Goddess...es (short story)

1147) Little Fawn (Chapters in progress)

1148) Дневник Моро (short story)

1149) The Adventures of Ethan Winters and His Friend (Chapters in progress)

1150) I'm all hers (Chapters in progress)

1151) Ethan's Romp in The Village (Chapters in progress)

1152) Famished Follies and a Flower (short story)

1153) Suck the Blood from My Wound (short story)

1154) Ophelia (Chapters in progress)

1155) Everything Right, Still Not Enough (Chapters in progress)

1156) The enemy of my enemy is my friend? (Chapters in progress)

1157) The Horse Lord's Morning Glory (Chapters in progress)

1158) What Lies Beneath (Chapters in progress)

1159) Won't Bite (Chapters Completed)

1160) Into The Realm Of Supernaturals (Chapters in progress)

1161) little sister. (Chapters in progress)

1162) We Lay in Our Graves (short story)

1163) meet me in the pale moonlight (short story)

1164) A Dinner? (short story)

1165) Divine Taste (short story)

1166) Thorn In Her Side (short story)

1167) Resident Evil Village: An Alternate Path.

1168) Our Dear Hunter (Chapters in progress)

1169) Lady in Black (Creative, I know) (Chapters in progress)

1170) Yes, my Lady. I see you. (Chapters in progress)

1171) Bite Me, Asshole (Chapters in progress)

1172) Finding One's self (Chapters in progress)

1173) The Maid's Diary (Chapters in progress)

1174) Die Schöne und das Biest (Chapters in progress)

1175) Death's Angel (Chapters in progress)

1176) Sit on me, Lady (short story)

1177) Risking Just Enough (Chapters in progress)

1178) Ceasefire (short story)

1179) drunk on you (Chapters Completed)

1180) Pawns in Red (short story)

1181) Bound by Sins of the Past (Chapters in progress)

1182) Just Like You (short story)

1183) A Maiden for a Day (short story)

1184) Worried (short story)

1185) Diamonds and Rust (Chapters in progress)

1186) Partners (Chapters in progress)

1187) I'll Have The Usual (Chapters in progress)

1188) entomopathogenic (short story)

1189) Deflower me, my lady (short story)

1190) Desflórame, dama mía (short story)

1191) My Little Bugs (short story)

1192) Doncella depravada (short story)

1193) A Modest Proposal (short story)

1194) dragon's maiden (Chapters in progress)

1195) Blood Hell Night (Chapters in progress)

1196) A Peculiar Servant (Chapters in progress)

1197) The Pet of House Dimitrescu (short story)

1198) Sleepy Cuddles (short story)

1199) Happy Family (Chapters in progress)

1200) Lady Dimitrescu (short story)

1201) Anything and Everything (All of the time) (Chapters in progress)

1202) You Feel Pure (short story)

1203) In the Dragon's Claws (Chapters in progress)

1204) Tales of the side of the road. (Chapters in progress)

1205) The Son of Dimitrescu (Chapters Completed)

1206) Can We Try? (Chapters Completed)

1207) Paying Your Respects (Chapters Completed)

1208) Tentacle Entanglement (short story)

1209) The Final Waltz (short story)

1210) Little Red Dress (short story)

1211) a new home, a new family (Chapters in progress)

1212) Adventures in the Village (Chapters in progress)

1213) Lady Dimitrescu's New Vintage (Chapters in progress)

1214) Feed the Machine (Chapters in progress)

1215) A lifetime and an eternity after (short story)

1216) ses terribles jeux (short story)

1217) The Metal Doll (Chapters in progress)

1218) olly olly oxenfree (Chapters in progress)

1219) Till Death Do Us Part, or Not. (Chapters in progress)

1220) The Maid's Observation Notes - Short Stories (Chapters in progress)

1221) Mandatory High School AU That No One (Except Daniela Dimitrescu) Asked For (Chapters in progress)

1222) Daughter of Dione: Is Thirty Seconds All I Have? (Chapters in progress)

1223) Book of Pyroclasm (Chapters in progress)

1224) Don't Want Your Heart (Between My Teeth) (Chapters in progress)

1225) The Book of Blood and Bedlam (Chapters in progress)

1226) Metal and Blood (Chapters in progress)

1227) A Sentimental Noose (Chapters Completed)

1228) How could I refuse? (Chapters in progress)

1229) Village of Gods and Angels (Chapters in progress)

1230) Dream (short story)

1231) Heavy (short story)

1232) How an immortal dies (short story)

1233) Wir werden sehen (short story)

1234) What's that coming over the hill? (Is it a monster?) (Chapters in progress)

1235) Sorrow, Joy, Rage, and Pleasure (Chapters in progress)

1236) Built on a Lie (Chapters in progress)

1237) “ Dress Up ” (short story)

1238) Mother Mia (Chapters in progress)

1239) Măr de Sânge (Chapters in progress)

1240) Hard-wired tragedys (Chapters in progress)

1241) Are you Single? (Chapters in progress)

1242) butterflies in your stomach (short story)

1243) A Cold Village (Chapters in progress)

1244) all i want is to be your harbor (Chapters in progress)

1245) Comfort (short story)

1246) Ichor & Steel (Chapters Completed)

1247) A Missing Link (short story)

1248) Can't Get No (short story)

1249) The Daughters, The Lady and You (short story)

1250) My Darling (Chapters in progress)

1251) Something Wicked (Chapters in progress)

1252) Screws (Chapters Completed)

1253) Mother is God, in the eyes of her children (Chapters in progress)

1254) Resident Evil | Family (Chapters in progress)

1255) The Turn of the Screw (Chapters in progress)

1256) Absolution (Chapters in progress)

1257) Before Winter starts (Chapters in progress)

1258) Beauty Is In The Eye of The Beholder (short story)

1259) 𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊: 𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (Chapters in progress)

1260) Greater Innocence (Chapters in progress)

1261) Lady's Pet (short story)

1262) we'll both make it out alive, i promise (Chapters in progress)

1263) If I Catch Fire (Chapters in progress)

1264) Wenn Ich Weiß, Was Liebe Ist, Dann Wegen Dir || If I Know What Love Is, It Is Because Of You (Chapters in progress)

1265) Her Maiden (Chapters in progress)

1266) What's A Mother To Do? (Chapters in progress)

1267) The Huntress of Dimitrescu (Chapters in progress)

1268) I'm Begging for Mercy on my Mind (Chapters Completed)

1269) Tough as Thorns (Chapters Completed)

1270) Broken Telephone (short story)

1271) Re and dsmp crossover prompt (short story)

1272) Lady Dimitrescu/fem reader birthday special (short story)

1273) Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave (short story)

1274) Mystery of the blackwood family (Chapters in progress)

1275) Romantic Machinations (Chapters in progress)

1276) What We May Be (Chapters in progress)

1277) Best 10/10 (short story)

1278) Foggy Nightmares (Chapters in progress)

1279) Some Things Stay The Same And Some Times They Change (Chapters in progress)

1280) Bend and Break (Chapters in progress)

1281) Verbena (TRIGGER WARNING) (Chapters in progress)

1282) home (am i home?) (short story) (Chapters in progress)

1283) REtirement (Chapters in progress)

1284) Not-So-Rude Awakening (Chapters Completed)

1285) Mother is the Name for God (Chapters Completed)

1286) The Four Lord's Grace After Stories (Chapters in progress)

1287) Funny Things (Chapters in progress)

1288) The Carriage Ride Home (short story)

1289) The Dragon's Favorite Treasure (short story)

1290) the lightning says something, and the thunder answers back (short story)

1291) let's walk into the woods; (Chapters in progress)

1292) Drawn (Chapters in progress)

1293) Not All That Glitters is Gold (Chapters in progress)

1294) go back (short story)

1295) Instincts (Chapters in progress)

1296) what you're made of (Chapters Completed)

1297) Misery Loves Company (Chapters in progress)

1298) Your Dagger Upon My Sword (Chapters in progress)

1299) When Night Comes (Chapters in progress)

1300) Heimarmene (Chapters in progress)

1301) Till I breathe my last breath. (Chapters in progress)

1302) The shy dollmaker (Chapters in progress)

1303) Even The Scraps He Keeps (Chapters in progress)

1304) Period Piece (short story)

1305) Gender Euphoria (short story)

1306) Obsession of a Metal Man (Chapters in progress)

1307) Day of Rites (Chapters in progress)

1308) Moonlit Masters (Chapters in progress)

1309) Blood bag (Chapters in progress)

1310) Unfathomable Violence (Chapters in progress)

1311) Nightmare: A Karl Heisenberg story (Chapters in progress)

1312) Mercy for a Maiden (Chapters in progress)

1313) The Heir of the House of Beneviento (Chapters in progress)

1314) Adjustments (Chapters in progress)

1315) Plaything (short story) (Chapters in progress)

1316) Obsessed ➰ (Chapters in progress)

1317) Your Lord and Master (Chapters in progress)

1318) Hunted (Chapters in progress)

1319) The fifth lord (Chapters in progress)

1320) Phoenix Feeding (short story)

1321) Salvatore Moreau: Matchmaker Extraordinare! (Chapters in progress)

1322) The no.1 reaper apprentice finds out why Lady D is nicknamed as such (short story)

1323) Ethan the Pacifist (Chapters in progress)

1324) The Visit (Chapters in progress)

1325) Her Addiction (Chapters in progress)

1326) Will I Find My Home In You? (short story)

1327) Assistant To Aristocracy (Chapters in progress)

1328) The Lycan Queen (Chapters in progress)

1329) The Taste of Decay (Chapters in progress)

1330) A second chance (Chapters in progress)

1331) The Cellar (short story)

1332) Pretty Man-Thing (short story)

1333) I’d do anything for you (Chapters Completed)

1334) Little Dragon (Chapters in progress)

1335) Carnivore (Chapters in progress)

1336) Serendipity (Chapters in progress)

1337) Lady Dimitrescu x Maiden - Sanguis Virginis (Chapters in progress)

1338) The New Bela (Chapters Completed)

1339) Any Means Necessary (Chapters in progress)

1340) Make Me Worse, Make Me Better (Chapters in progress)

[sushigal007]

Let’s head over to the Wish Discount Suburban Goths!

Morty: Wow. I mean, I’m right though. Morty: WOW. I am my own, separate person, with my own hopes and dreams, how very dare you.

Stella: I just wanna be friends with them, they seem really cool.

Xander: Pretty stars.

Hobby Leader: You busy? Xander: Yes. Hobby Leader: How about now?

Sandra: Ahhh glorious swimming pool. Ahhh laundry mod works.

You win some.

You lose some.

Morty: I for one think your costume is marvellous.

Maid: Hi Mr Roth! Not too busy, are you? Just gonna grab your laundry! ALL your laundry!

Rum learns to sit up. Such a smart boy. Much less stressful than his parents.

Sandra: BOW BEFORE ME, LESSER MORTALS.

Laundry mod works a little too well.

Morty: Let’s stink up these clothes too!

A little piano from Stella.

Rob the rich. Morty: ...I’m rich. Yeah, and you don’t want any more competition, right? Morty: Fair point.

And look at that, you ever got some good rep out of it.

Sandra: Your dad’s a general? Think he’d approve of these guns?

Stella: Smoochies! Oh, who’s that? Stella: No idea. Thought you knew.

Sandra’s been letting her grades slip, so I make her spend the evening catching up on that.

Then I let her play with Piper the Fourth. Sandra: Fourth? Oh did I say that haha silly me, I meant the Third, honest.

Sibling bonding. I know they’re not talking, trust me, that’s how siblings bond.

Xander: Fuck! But on the bright side, my ‘stoves get dirty from burned food’ mod works great!

And then it’s time for Sandra to head off to a glitched room in college, good luck, girl!

Stella: Daisies. Alexandra: I don’t think that’s a legal move.

Stella wanted to invite someone over, so I let her call her new best friend, Mortimer, who brought over Dina. Mortimer: Ahh, my not!finace meeting my alt!wife, what could possibly go wrong? Stella could befriend your clone!wife and invite her over too? Happily, she has not done that.

Gabriella: Please fix me. Your household is next, but OK.

Some woohoo.

Dina: Computer’s broke. :D

Hmm, might have to move the ballet barre, not sure the maid can use the secret door to get the laundry, and these slobs certainly aren’t gonna pick it up themselves.

Townie: Come on, hurry up, mama wants nosh. Who even are you?

For some reason, Xander’s feeling super energetic that night, so I sent him out to play. Sahira: Ladybirds! Xander: Uh huh, sure, excuse me, I’ve just seen the most beautiful girl in the world. Sahira: Aww! Xander: Not you.

Do you even know her? Xander: Sure do, that’s the girl of my dreams! Lol, all right then, why not!

And much to my surprise, she actually says yes! Xander: -you should’ve seen how silly her armwarmers looked with the blazer! Lucy: Mean. But you’re kinda cute, so I’ll let it slide.

Meanwhile! Erin: Dance party!

Lucy: Some weather we’re having, right? Erin: It certainly is indeed weather.

First kiss!

Lucy: I love him. I’m about 98% sure you already have a boyfriend. Lucy: I’m about 97& sure he’s already has a girlfriend, so Im keeping my options open.

Xander: Is she looking? Sure.

Weekend! Time for a family visit!

Sandra: Dad’s scarf’s broke. That’s a problem for future Sushi to deal with. Future Sushi: Done. Thanks babe, love ya.

Anyway, here’s why we invited Sandra over, it’s time for Morty’s birthday!

Xander: TOOT TOOT!

Morty: How nice, I grew up into an appropriate outfit. That’ll be the FFS clothing tool. Turns out that feature doesn’t work if you hide it in the foundation.

I moved the ballet barre out of the secret attic and turned Sandra’s old room into a ballet studio instead.

And Lucy very kindly donated a stereo for it. Lucy: Don’t tell my parents I used the rent money for that. It’s our secret. Just you, me, and my 1338 followers.

...Yeah, I really gotta tweak the hygiene settings.

Xander: WELL AT LEAST I’M CLEAN!

He then spent the rest of the morning planting vegetables.

And the round ends with Rum learning to shake. Xander: Good doggo.

Uberhood Index

[phoenixrising0308]

An American in Cordonia: Our Vows

Books: The Royal Romance 1

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter:  Swearing and Physical Attack

Pairing: Liam x  Jessica Garcia (MC)

An American In Cordonia Series premise: A New Yorker seeking adventure and love finds herself living abroad to competing for the hand of a man who will become King. When things don’t go according to plan they enter into a Cordonian arrangement. This is a series about Jessica Garcia’s life abroad, her time as a suitor, and explores her romantic relationship with Liam while she lives in a Cordonian arrangement. Catch up here

Disclaimer

Chapter Summary: Savannah and Bertrand tie the knot. Madeleine causes a scene.

Song inspiration: Nobody but you - Blake Sheldon & Gwen Stefani

Word Count: 1, 960 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

*Information in the chapter in regards to Bianca Walker and Madeleine will be revealed in current and future installments of the promise (Part 3 D/E/G): What they stole from us. Information on Jessica reading the law (studying Cordonian law) will be revealed in Chapter 2 of Forged in fire *

Ramsford

“Here, I think if we just brought a few more pieces down in the front...Perfect.”

Savannah starred in the mirror as Jessica helped her get ready. Her white ball gown was trimmed with lace sleeves, and a piece of expensive diamond jewelry set Bertrand had bought for her birthday. Her hair was styled in a high bun, and her veil had scattered diamonds embedded throughout the lace.

Savannah took in a deep breath, “Thank you so much for helping me, Jessica. I don't have any sisters or too many friends in Court.”

Jessica stood back, a glimpse of her powder blue satin dress in the mirror. It dropped to the side with a crystal-encrusted brooch of a cephalopod clipped where it bunched up high on her waist. Her hair was half up, half down in loose ringlets and peep-toe pumps that matched her dress.

“What are maids of honors for? I mean, I guess you COULD have picked Drake.”

“Oh, I thought about it, but it's not the most traditional thing to pick your brother, and I think all that attention would make him implode. I'm lucky he wants to walk me down the aisle. He'll probably drink his weight in whiskey tonight.”

Jessica chuckled as she helped adjust the jewels in Savannah's hair. She paused as Savannah stared at the mirror sadly.

“What is it?”

She tried to force a smile. “It's nothing. I should be over the moon on my wedding day...Just... Sad my mom couldn't come.”

Jessica faltered. “Maxwell is recording the whole thing, and we are making sure she gets a copy of it overnight so she can watch her little girl get married.”

“I just feel horrible that she couldn't attend. She barely even gets to see Bartie.”

Her eyes shined, and Jessica quickly hugged her with a smile. “Hey, I know it's hard, but Liam is working on finding a way to allow her back into Cordonian despite the ban. Leo and I are working on it day and night we promise.”

Savannah sniffed. “You guys are?”

“Yes! Yours truly doing legal research on the topic. I really have nothing but time on my hands and Liam thinks I should try reading the law since I miss school so much. It feels good to be useful and he is convinced me learning the Law and French would be helpful. Sometimes he lets me look at contracts and I correct them. I think he likes it. But in a few moments from now, you will be a part of a noble house, and Bartie will be a legal heir to Ramsford, and that changes everything. You can invoke a few privileges and requesting her to be able to travel here is one of them we just have to work around signatures kind of like what happened with me and my visa.”

Savannah held Jessica in an embrace "The day I met you in Paris. I knew we would be fast friends, and I’m so happy that we are.”

“Also, I have to tell you in one of my late-night study law sessions with Leo, and he told me that Liam gave Bertrand permission to use the Royal Jet to go to Texas. I don’t know when but just know it's in the works.”

“Oh, Jessie…” Savannah hugged her. Savannah calmed herself before standing. “How do I look?”

“Breathtaking...Bertrand is going to cry.”

She chuckled, “I don't know about that.”

“Savannah, the man is in love with you. If anyone could move him to tears; It's you and Bartie...Plus, Maxwell and I have a bet going on that he will. Drake and Leo think he won't. Liam let me wager for him.”

They both laughed as Savannah shook her head, “Awful.”

“I'll make sure to take plenty of pictures you can send to Bianca.”

“Thank you. It means the world to me. You're like the sister I always wanted.”

“Same to you. I grew up with nothing but brothers, so you being like a sister to me is welcomed.”

Knocking sounded on the door as Drake said, “Hey, it's almost time. Are you ready? I can see the bride before, right?”

Savannah laughed, “Yes, Drake, that's only for the groom. Come in.”

Drake cautiously opened the door. Jessica watched from the sidelines as he approached her.

“What do you think?”

Drake stared down at her, “You look….” He swallowed a moment as Jessica edged herself to the door.

“I'll let you both have your moment.”

The door shut as Drake looked down at her in surprise. She averted her gaze, “Is it too much?”

“No! No, sorry, I'm just...Lost for words. It's not every day your baby sister gets married. You look beautiful.” He gave her a smile. “I know I'm not Dad, but -”

She looked back up at him, eyes shining. “Drake, I'm glad you're walking me down the aisle. You're the best big brother a girl could ask for.”

She hugged him as he held her close, a lump in his throat as they parted.

“Hell Savannah...I just...It's hard to believe you're all grown up and walking down the aisle today.”

“Drake, I can't be your baby sister forever.”

“Nah, you'll always be… Are you sure you want to go through with it? I can sneak you out the back, and no one would know.”

Savannah chuckled, “Drake. I'm beyond sure. Bertrand is the one for me, forever and always.”

Drake sighed, “I know. I don't know what you see in him, but he treats you like a damn princess, and he's a great dad to Bartie.”

He sighed and offered her his arm, “Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

Ramford's Vineyard

Jessica walked out into the vineyard. It was set up in luxurious powder blue drapery and hints of the family crest. People were already taking their seats, the Royal family having their own seating upfront where Savannah's family would have sat.

Bertrand stood nervously upfront with the ordained minister at the arch, who happened to be Leo having his own license to wed now that barrister privileges were restored.

Maxwell waited for her as he offered her an arm. He was in a dark navy suit with a powder blue tie. “Shall we, Maid of Honor?”

She slid her arm into his, “We shall, Best man.”

All eyes fell on them as they smiled broadly. Jessica's gaze softened as she locked eyes with Liam, who gave her a warm smile as she passed by him.

They parted as Jessica took her spot, and Maxwell stood beside the groom as the best man. She and Bertrand locked eyes as he nervously fidgeted with his sleeve. Jessica smiled and mouthed, “You got this. Mr. Rogers.”

Not many noble women were friendly enough to Savannah to be bridesmaids. So, the couple decided on only Jessica and Maxwell to represent them.

Bertrand smiled as he saw his son walk down the aisle bearing the rings on a pillow. Maxwell gave Bartie a thumbs up and mouthed, “Just like we practiced!” Bartie stoically walked down the aisle until he saw Bertrand. His smile grew, matching his father's as he made his way to the altar.

He reached Maxwell, who took the pillow and gave him a low five. “Yes, buddy, you did great!”

Everyone quieted down as the music started.

Jessica watched as Savannah and Drake slowly walked down the aisle. She smiled, seeing Bertrand's breath hitch, and a gasp escaped him at seeing Savannah.

Drake held her arm, his eyes shining. They reached the altar. Leo asked, “Who is giving the bride away?”

Drake smiled softly down at Savannah. “Her brother.” Before he released her.

Savannah reached out to hold Bertrand's hands, he smiled at her, and she tenderly smiled back.

The entire ceremony, while Leo read them their vows, all Jessica could do was look to Liam in the crowd. He did the same, both of them smiling sadly at one another. Liam mouthed the vows every so often at Jessica as she dabbed her eyes.

Leo finally asked, “Do you, Bertrand Beaumont, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? To cherish and to hold for as long as you both shall live?”

His voice quivered as he proudly said, “Yes, for the rest of my life. I do.”

“And do you, Savannah Walker, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband? To love and honor for as long as you both shall live?”

She rubbed her thumb over his hand, “I do. Now and forever.”

“Then by the power vested in me by God and man, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Bertrand cupped her face, softly enveloping her in a formal kiss. One that she deepened by wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Happy tears streamed down both of their cheeks as they parted.

30 Minutes Later

Ballroom…

“Pay up.” Jessica and Maxwell held out their hands as Leo and Drake both groaned.

“I never thought I'd see the Duke of Ramsford cry, but I'm glad it was for my sister.”

Maxwell snorted, “I can! Bertrand is head over heels for Savannah and is a softie like Drake is.”

Drake scoffed, “Hey, I'm not fucken soft.”

Jessica, Leo, and Maxwell all burst into snickering as Drake glared at them. Jessica replied, “Give it up, Marshmallow. Your eyes were wet when you walked her down the aisle.”

Leo said as he patted Drake on the back, “Nothing to be ashamed of. She's your little sister. We all have soft spots with our younger siblings.”

Jessica lost her smile as the thought of Mateo and Adam at her wedding filtered through her mind. The never-ending voice of doubt, 'Will there be one?' forever plaguing her mind.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Savannah tapped Drake on the shoulder.

“Drake, it's the Father slash Brother and the Bride dance.”

He smirked, “I'm not the best dancer, though.”

“I could care less. I'm having this dance with you, Drake Walker. Whether you like it or not.”

He laughed, “Alright, alright!” He offered his hand as they made their way to the dance floor.

Jessica watched them as someone whispered, “You look gorgeous, Love.” his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

She smiled at Liam over her shoulder, “You look dashing as ever.”

He subtly leaned into her, “After we give our speeches, meet me in the vineyard. Being alone with you is all I’ve imagined since I saw you.”

They both glanced at Madeleine, who caught their eye from across the room. Her emerald eyes narrowed as Liam glared back. Jessica smiled and said, “I can hardly wait. For now, you should get ready to give your blessing.”

He smiled down at her before parting, her hand subtly reaching for his fingertips as he passed by her.

Drake and Savannah finished their dance, genuine joy on Drake's face as he led her back off the dance floor.

“See? Was that so bad?” Savannah asked.

He shrugged, “No...In fact, I'm glad we made that memory.”

Everyone turned to Madeleine as she drew everyone's attention.

She held up her flute of champagne, “I would like to make a toast to the happy couple as the QUEEN.”

Everyone watched her as she gave a fake smile, “Savannah, I am so happy for you to have joined the Beaumont household. It's generous of them to accept everyone despite having no noble prestige. Despite so many, that would turn you away; Duke Ramsford accepted you as a wife. I'm delighted to see him making you feel as though you belong. We in court know you never truly fit in but now you are Duchess so that changes the level of respect you or owed. So you will be tolerated more than just humored moving forward. We were shocked to find out you had a child out of wedlock but Duke Ramsford saw it fit that he should now be heir to all of this.”

Madeleine took a sip from her drink and continued, “Truly, House Beaumont has earned its place. Accepting the Cordonia’s strays and that is why the King and I offered to pay for this wedding. It's the least we can do for a house that does so much charity.” Her eyes darted to Jessica in the crowd.

“They took in a woman they barely knew in order to allow her to experience what we do. They sponsored her for the social season despite the shame she brought to their door. And even after everything that happened, they still adopted her as a member of House Beaumont. If that is not honorable of a House, I don't know what is. I'm just so glad at least one member of House Beaumont got to experience a beautiful white wedding courtesy of the Crown. It will be the only Beaumont wedding to witness, that is unless Maxwell marries or their now legitimate children find favorable matches. It's doubtful. As you know reputation is everything in our world. And as they say, no good deed goes unpunished. To gain respectable matches, it's really about the company you keep.” She raised her flute as the room was silent and most looked at Jessica.

Liam tried to withhold a glare to Madeleine as he chimed in, “Yes, but I think we ALL could learn from House Beaumont by not judging someone on their pedigree but instead their merits- A title means nothing if you have no class and honor. There is such a thing called grace and tact and even the highest of noble lack when they seize an opportunity to speak out of turn and look foolish in the process. You know what they say better to have people question your intelligence than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.”

Jessica shook her head as the damage was already done. “Excuse me, and I believe I left something in the parlor.”

Drake and Maxwell looked at her sadly, and Leo and Bertrand glared openly at Madeleine.

Leo mumbled under his breath, "Madeleine, you're a disgusting and tacky human being."

Vineyard…

Jessica rushed outside in the night, tears in her eyes and her lip wobbling as she slumped against a trestle in the vineyard.

It wasn't long before she heard someone's footsteps and saw him come to find her.

“Jess-”

“Liam. Don't. You heard Madeleine, at least one commoner got a wedding. How CHARITABLE!”

Liam growled as he kicked at a rock on the ground, “Forget her, Jess! She is jealous of you. Can't you see that?”

“It doesn’t matter because she is married to you and out of the million and one things I could ever want out of life; number one on the list is marrying you. I just want to be in front of a crowd of people, whether they are noble or just like me, and to tell them how much I love you, and I promise to love you forever. Can't you see that?!"

“She does not have me! Only in writing, but my heart and soul belongs only to you!”

Jessica choked back a sob, “I hate her, Liam. Ruining Savannah and Bertrand's wedding like that. Publicly going after me out of spite she knows you don’t love her but refuses to let you go. But most of all, I HATE myself right now. What am I doing here?! What am I waiting for?!”

He stepped towards her. “Love…”

“No! When will I get to walk down the aisle?! When will you kiss me in front of everyone? When do I get my big day with the love of my life, Liam?” A sob escaped her as Liam rushed forward to embrace her. Tears in his own eyes as he nuzzled into her hair.

“I...I'm trying. Love, I swear to you, I don't care what it takes.”

“And what if you can't? What if I'll always be a dirty secret?”

His eyebrows upturned as he cupped her face, his blue eyes begging her to look at him. “Love, you are not nor will you ever be a dirty secret. You are the best thing to ever happen to me!”

Jessica's lip trembled, and her voice hitched, “Do you...Promise to always feel that way? That you will love me like this and fight for us?”

“I do. One thousand times over, love. I have laid next to you for the past few weeks thinking of what our wedding vows would be.” He leaned down, touching foreheads as he gazed into her eyes, using his thumb to wipe her tears even when his own shined in his eyes. Let me exchange them with you right now in private. From this day forward this is what I vow to you although they started the moment I fell in love with you. ” Liam swallowed a lump in his throat and said, “Jessica, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were the one with whom I wanted to share my life. Your soul, heart, and mind inspire me to be the best person and sovereign I can be. I promise to love you without reservation for eternity, respect you, honor you, be faithful to you, and share my life with you. I promise to comfort you in times of distress, encourage you to achieve all of your goals, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind, and spirit, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow to you." Jessica was overwhelmed with emotion, and tears streamed down her face.

“I love you, and I will fight for us. Do you feel this is worth it? I care about your happiness, Jess. More than anything.”

She gave a smile through her tears, “God, I love you, Liam. You will always be worth it. When I'm with you, it all melts away, and it becomes worth it… Liam, here are my vows to you.” Jessica took a shaky breath and said “Liam, today I take you to be my husband and my lifelong partner. Together we will create a home and be bound to one another. I vow to help create a life that we can cherish. I vow to be honest, caring, and truthful, to love you as you are and not as I want you to be, and to grow old by your side as your love and best friend. You are part of my soul and will always be until I am no longer breathing.”

He leaned down to kiss her; sad tears streamed down both their faces as they desperately grabbed for each other. Liam took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the ground, and he gently laid her on it, both trying to find comfort in each other's arms and moaning into their kisses.

Later…

Hallway of Ramford Hall

Liam saw her alone in the hallway and all but cornered her. He glared dangerously down at her as she stared up at him.

He schooled her features as he growled down at her, “What you did tonight, Madeleine, was disgusting. You will not get away with it!”

“What? All I did was state the truth. The Beaumont are known for taking in strays-”

She flinched when he smacked the wall “SHUT. UP.” He lowered his tone to a dangerous whisper. “You are so jealous of her, it's pathetic.”

Her eyes twitched, “Excuse me? How am I jealous of a foreign commoner with nothing to her blood except the Beaumont name? Your favorite subject? I have decades of pure blood and a name that goes back generations-”

He cut her off. “It's evident in your actions. I have an open Cordonian Arrangement clause with non-disclosure to protect her identity and you toed the line today. You just look at her and you are green with envy you forced yourself into this loveless marriage with your actions and refusal to vindicate her. You acted like a child tonight. You are a total embarrassment to yourself and the crown.”

He backed away from her, "She has a family that gives a damn about her, she has found a family that thinks of her as their own, she has my heart and soul. It must sting like hell to see a woman attract so much love when you don't even know what that is!"

She scoffed, “Love, love, love. Is that the only word you know? What does love have to compare to power? To wealth? To status? I have it all. Only when I'm dead will you be free to live your life with her. I won't go freely.  Thank your brother for that the laws are iron-clad. He is a Barrister AGAIN he knows the laws your Father wrote to prevent a divorce. ” She smirked victoriously.

Liam shook his head, "Then you truly are lost. Jessica is everything you could never be and will have everything you never will. You can't even demonstrate restraint. When this is over and I'm free; you better be out of Cordonia go to England wherever as long as you never breath Cordonian air in your lifetime again; you aren't fit enough. Gloating in our faces at the destruction that made it impossible for me and her to be free together. I won't forget it. I will pull the rug right underneath you and strip you of your titles the second I am able to. Blood alone does not make you noble, it is kindness, it is empathy, it is class. And you have none. You just have a title and nothing more. You are shallow and desperate. Pull a stunt like that again, so help you, God Madeline, you will have hell to pay. Your father nor mine will save you from my wrath. I vow you will pay a high price for the crown you stole from here. I am eager to snatch off your head the moment I can. I won't even contaminate the Royal Vault it. I will destroy it and mail you the melted pieces in whatever hell seek refuge.”

*slap*

Liam smirked at Madeleine's assault as her nostrils flared and her hand shook in anger.

He chuckled, “What pitiful attempt to hold on to something that was never truly yours. Now, I will take my leave. The woman I love is waiting for me… And I don't care to converse with the woman I despise. Go enjoy your time with whoever you want. I don't care who. I would say don't make a fool of yourself but that warning comes too late.”

He turned on his heels, leaving her sputtering as he slammed the front door and made his way out to the main hall with Jessica.

[queen-scribbles]

Jinx!

Remember when I talked about the idea of Janine and Felix jinxing each other when they go to propose at the same time? Yeah, what better day to share the result with the world than Felix’s birthday :D

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Janine didn’t think she’d ever seen Felix voluntarily sit still this long in all the time she’d known him. If he were human she’d be wondering if he’d fallen asleep. And they weren’t even watching a movie or anything.

That had been the plan when Nate shooed them out of the kitchen, but then they’d plunked down on Felix’s bed all cuddled up and neither could be arsed to find the remote. This was good, too. And surprised as she was at him not turning into a fidgety mess after two minutes, she was enjoying it too much to tease. They so rarely got to just be, without peril and running around and other stuff. This was nice.

“I like having you all to myself,” she commented, snuggling closer.

Felix didn’t reply, and Janine arched a brow. Maybe he had actually fallen asleep.

“Babe.” She poked him in the ribs and he yelped as he twitched away. “Ah, you are awake.”

“Yeah, sorry, I was thinking. About how amazing you are,” he added before she could ask, tone genuine and mischief in his eyes.

Janine giggled. Anyone else, she’d think they were buttering her up with a line like that out of the blue, but not him. “Well, don’t let me distract you.”

Felix grinned at her. “By all means, babe, distract away.”

“In that case...” Janine rolled from her position tucked under his arm to straddle his lap, her skirt pooling over his legs and her arms loosely around his neck. “Care to stroke my ego a little and share what makes me amazing?”

“Aside from everything?” Felix snorted, but the sincerity in his eyes belied the teasing tone. “Your smile, your laugh, the way you wanna help people...” his arms slid around her waist, “...your happiness, you have a way with words that could charm a banshee out of a snit” --he stole a kiss-- “But I’m glad you decided I was a better use of your talents.” Another kiss, slightly longer. “What else.... that little wiggly-bounce you do when you’re excited. And you have great taste in men-”

She kissed him, hands braced against the wall, then laughed, giddy, breathless, overwhelmed he’d reeled that off so quickly. “That’s quite a list.”

“Didn’t get to my favorite one yet,” Felix murmured, breath warm against her cheek. “You stuck around.”

“Felix...” She kissed him again, one hand curving the back of his neck and her thumb brushing over the hair at his nape. “I’m not going anywhere,” she promised softly, resting her forehead against his. “I like the rest of the team too much, and I love you.”

His breath caught, pulse jumping against her fingertips. “I love you, too.”

She loved when he said it like that; like it was a secret just for them, a treasure too precious by half, a truth that couldn’t be contained in words. It made her heart swell, made her want to throw caution to the wind, shout from the roof of the warehouse, something to tell him and the world how much he meant to her.

There was something. It was the very definition of throwing caution to the wind, of impulsivity, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that. “Felix-”

“Janine-”

“Will you marry me?” One question fell from two pairs of lips in the same moment, and all other emotions--surprise, elation, wild excitement--were momentarily eclipsed by playground rules from when she was six, and Janine whooped, “Jinx!”

At the same moment as Felix.

Half a second later, realization clawed out from under schoolgirl habit and grey eyes met gold, both wide with glee and horror in equal measure.

Shit. Janine clapped  hand over her mouth to hold back a giggle. What do we do?! she tried to ask with just her eyes. If vampires, werewolves, and various other supernatural forces were real, no way in hell was she messing with a jinx. It might actually give her bad luck.

Felix looked just as flummoxed--and amused--as she felt. He shrugged and bit his lip. Great.

Janine’s phone chimed as she tried to work out the easiest way to fix this  When she wiggled it out of her pocket, there was a text from Tina. Need you at the station. Should be quick 🤞. She wrinkled her nose and turned the phone to show Felix the text.

He nodded, eyes still laughing, and tugged her in for one more quick kiss before she climbed off the bed and hunted down her flats.

This might be a good thing, she mused as she headed for her car. If Tina greeted her by name it would break the jinx, she could handle this ‘quick’ problem, and come back to say ‘Yes, Felix’ and unjinx him if he still needed it. Yeah, this was good. 

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Tina greeted her with an apologetic smile. “Hey. sorry to bother you on your day off, but the Captain decided these need to go to the big city” --she jostled the case files in her arms-- “and I need the detective’s signature.”

Janine nodded, fighting down  glower that Tina hadn’t used her name(but of course today would fall in the handful of occasions that happened). She got a pen from her desk and spread the files out to start signing off. There were only five, and Tina kept up a stream of chatter about her post-shift plans--never once saying Janine in the whole ramble. It was as she finished checking and signed the last file Tina poked her in the shoulder.

“Hey. You’re being awful quiet,” she pointed out, brow furrowed. “Are you mad at me?”

Janine shook her head..

Tina’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Just not feeling chatty today?”

Janine wrinkled her nose and shrugged, and Tina’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, my god, you got jinxed, didn’t you?!” she crowed as she collected the files.

Janine huffed grumpily and raked back hair that had fallen from her bun.

Tina grinned. “Who got you?”

Janine curved her hands to form a heart against her chest and fluttered her eyelashes.

“Felix?!” Tina’s grin went wider and decidedly mischievous “So I guess now you need to be unjinxed, huh?”

Janine nodded, pressing her palms together in a pleading gesture.

Tina tapped one finger against her chin and smirked. “Now, let’s see, what do I want in return for this favor....? Any ideas, J- oh, right, I’m on my own for this one.”

Janine pouted and lightly whacked her friend’s shoulder in protest. That’s not fair!

“I’d play nice if I were you, my friend,” Tina teased, wagging a finger. “Give me another second to think.”

Janine managed to control herself while Tina stroked her chin in exaggerated thought, but internally she was making strangling motions.

“I know,” Tina finally said with a giggle. “How’s a baker’s dozen pastries from Haley’s sound? Fair trade?”

You and your sweet tooth. Janine bit back a smile as she nodded. If that’s what it takes, fine.

“Promise?”

She rolled her eyes and made a heart-crossing gesture. Best I can do.

Tina grinned. “You’re the best, Janine.”

“No, you are,” Janine said fervently, wrapping her in a quick, tight hug. “I’ll get you the pastries tomorrow when they’re fresh, right now I have to go.” She darted for the door. “Thanks, Tina!”

“You’re making me think I should have aimed higher!” Tina hollered after her. “Like rights on being your bloody maid of honor or something!” 

Janine snorted a laugh at the irony but didn’t even slow down.  She could explain later.

----

Felix had never been good at patience, but this was even worse than usual. He paced his room with bouncing steps for all of thirty seconds before even that wasn’t enough and he headed out to find... someone.

Mason was on patrol, Rebecca had been called to some meeting.... Maybe if he tried to sneak back into the kitchen he could get Nate to scold him and that would do the trick.

But Nate wasn’t in the kitchen anymore when Felix got there. His face crinkled in disappointment and he lightly kicked the bottom edge of the counter.

He needed to be unjinxed by the time Janine got back. Even if this quick problem stayed quick to fix, he didn’t want to wait. He wanted to be able say ‘Yes, absolutely, just try to stop me!’ as soon as she walked in.

Of course, the fact they’d both asked was sort of a yes on its own, wasn’t it? Felix eyed the fresh tray of cookies sitting atop the stove and shook his head. Didn’t matter. He wanted to actually say it.

Denied freedom via scolding, Felix wandered back out of the kitchen in search of Nate or Adam or somebody. The few agents he passed in his quest nodded politely but all looked too preoccupied to stop and help him. Somewhere in his random meanderings, he started picking up the sound of rhythmic blows and he grinned. Shoulda know Adam would be working out. His route became much more deliberate as he started making his way to the training room.

Adam was clearly focused--though no doubt noticed he had company--so Felix waited by one of the benches for a... safer feeling moment to finagle what he needed out of the team leader. It didn’t take long--though it felt like an eternity to Felix--for Adam to finish the series of moves he’d been... rehearsing? Practicing? Whatever you’d call it, he’d actually left the practice dummy in one piece this time. Normally Felix would jokingly applaud his restraint just to get an eyeroll. 

“Did you need something?” Adam asked without turning around. He wasn’t even breathing hard.

Felix wrinkled his nose and hunched his shoulders. This isn’t gonna work unless you look at me, he grumbled silently.

Adam turned with a frown creasing his brow. “I do not feel like playing games, Felix. What-”

Yes! Felix pumped one fist and grinned. “No, nothing, I’m good, thanks.” That was easier than I thought it would be.

Adam’s frown deepened, suspicion mingled with annoyance now. “Then why are you here?”

“Don’t worry about it, not important anymore.” Felix started edging toward the door.

“Felix.”

“Ugh, fine.” Adam was going to think this was silly, he knew he would, but the older vampire looked ready to haul him up by his collar and let him dangle until he explained. He wouldn’t, probably, but explaining was the path of least resistance, and Felix was fond of those. Knew I shoulda looked for Nate.

Just as he opened his mouth, however, the training room door burst open to reveal Janine, loose wisps of hair hanging in her face and determined excitement burning so bright in her grey eyes it brought out the matching stripes in her dress. She hesitated a fraction of a second after catching his eye, probably worried about a repeat.

Felix was too excited to share her concern and launched himself toward her with a loudly whooped, “YES!!!”

She was giggling as he crashed into her, as she stumbled back into the door, as their hands latched onto each others’ clothes, laughing as she kissed him, deep enough he saw fireworks. Which was fitting because this deserved celebration.

It wasn’t until a deep, long-suffering sigh rumbled out of Adam they remembered they had an audience. “Do I want to know?”

Felix and Janine broke apart, grinned at each other, and both started rattling off explanations. Felix shut up a few sentences in; Janine was doing a much better job explaining that he would have. Besides, this way he got to look at her. At the way her eyes lit up, the extra wisps of hair curling and bobbing around her face as she reeled off an enthusiastic play by play of the events leading to now. She looked like she was glowing, or maybe that was just the light through the high windows, but Felix liked the thought of her glowing better.

Adam had a very skeptical eyebrow arched by the time she finished. “Jinxes are mere superstition, Detective. They cannot cause you harm because they are not real.”

“Says the vampire,” Janine shot back immediately with a grin and arched brow of her own.

Felix barely swallowed a whoop as he slung an arm around her shoulders and turned to grin at Adam. “She makes an excellent point.”

“Supernatural races existing outside legend is a different matter entirely,” Adam insisted, then shook his head as if dismissing the matter entirely. He ran a searching look over the two of them. “This... development will bring up things to discuss, but,” one corner of his mouth tipped upward. “I am happy, for both of you.”

“Thanks, I’m happy for us, too,” Janine said brightly, shuffling herself and Felix out of the way as Adam headed for the door.

“Me, three,” Felix chipped in, kissing her on the cheek.

One small chuckle escaped Adam, and he offered them a single nod of approval before he left the room. Soon as the door closed behind him, Janine;s fingers dug into Felix’s scarf and she kissed him deeply, soundly, long enough to set lights sparking behind his eyes.

“Fireworks,” he whispered mischievously, and she grinned and kissed him again so they could see some more.

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Birthdays

Harry Hart x Reader  Warnings: N/A Word Count: 1060 (see what I did there ;) ) A/N: So, some glitch happened, the draft I saved on my laptop using Chrome got its content erased when I posted it using my phone at about 12mn. My stupid ass made no back-ups because I never had a problem with Tumblr before, but thank God Microsoft Word saved me with its awesome features.  I rushed this fic in time for Colin Firth’s birthday, and I can say with absolute confidence that this is not one of my best works. But I still hope you guys will enjoy reading this. I started writing this last year, it was just sitting in my drafts, collecting dust, until yesterday. It’s not everyday that Colin turns 60, so I wanted to do something. In this fic, imagine Arthur’s Sir Giles, the one from TGC, because he seems pretty chill.  And one last thing, if you’re on Twitter, I hope you join in on making Colin Firth a Trending Topic on his birthday (September 10), and you can also use the #ColinFirthSweetSixty. Stay safe everyone!

As a spy, giving up a normal life is mandatory. One is expected to have little to no ties outside of the agency. Human connection could be a weakness when you are in this line of job, and weaknesses are bad for business. It’s just the safety of the world that depends on the quality of Kingsman's business.

Which explains how Harry Hart was never fond of celebrating his birthday. And he’s still partial to this when you came along.

From what he told you, Harry last celebrated his birthday when he was a teen, before he joined the military. Since then, he only gets a call from his mother on his birthdays and spends an hour or two with Merlin and James, former Lancelot, may he rest in peace, having drinks if they weren’t sent on missions.

Today, you asked Arthur if you could take an early day off at work. There's not much to do, and mainly because you had planned something for Harry's birthday.

It was a slow day. Out of boredom, you decided to stop by Merlin's office and ask if you could help him with anything today.

"Hey Merlin!" The wizard peeled away from the screen to look at you. "Percival, what brings ye here?" He asked. "Anything interesting happening?" Instead of answering his question, you also asked him one too. "Nah, everything seems to be good." "So, no missions for us?" You inquired, to which Merlin chuckled. "Do ye really want that?" "It's in the job description, isn't it?" You said as a matter-of-factly. Which prompted Merlin to ask you again. "You sure ye really want to go on a mission today?" The answer to that is a no, of course, but you decided to keep that to yourself. "I did ask for an early off, but I'm bored." "Right, how 'bout this? Your mission today is to pick up Harry's cake on the bakery just around the corner from the shop." "Oh, baking isn't in the skillset of our resident wizard?" "Unfortunately, no, but maybe you already have one prepared?" Your smart-ass mouth might get you in trouble just about now. "Excuse me?" You raised your eyebrow at his question. He just laughed, he handed you the receipt, and sent you on your way.

You and Harry have been dating for months now. You both decided to keep the relationship a secret in order to avoid complications at work. And that conversation with Merlin implied that he might have an idea that you and Harry are dating. What he actually knows, you’re not sure. Asking any further about what he meant would only confirm whatever he thinks, and that’s the last thing you want to do right now.

You didn't tell Harry you were taking an early day off today; the original plan was to stay at your flat and cook dinner together after work. But you wanted to do something more, you want to spoil your man on his birthday.

Merlin picked a simple but large chocolate cake, enough for everyone at the HQ to share. Just as you arrived back in HQ, Eggsy sent you a message through the glasses saying he already got the gift.

To avoid suspicions, you decided to pitch-in on Eggsy's gift for Harry. He insisted that you guys get Harry a ridiculously large, 3-D butterfly painting so he had it commissioned. Then you and Eggsy started to put up the banners in the dining room. Harry was probably busy with paper works in his office. At work, you both try to keep your interactions at a minimum, as it seems impossible to stay in one room together alone without making out.

The afternoon meeting that Arthur called in for was actually for Harry’s birthday surprise at work. This kind of surprises at Kingsman only started when the younger agents joined the table. Fortunately, Arthur was on board and open to new traditions.

On the way home, you picked up a good wine and few other things you're going to need for tonight. Once you arrived, you immediately started prepare for cooking dinner. You can do a decent meal, but Harry’s still the best cook out of the two of you. You texted him a message saying you’ve already done the groceries, so he’d just go straight to your place once he clocked out of work.

When Harry arrived, the table was already set. He was taking off his suit jacket as he walked to the dining room to start cooking when he saw everything’s already done. You could see that he was genuinely surprised and delighted.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, love.” And you planted a kiss on his cheeks.  

After dinner, the two of you sat on your sofa, your head leaning against his chest. The two of you sat in silence in each other’s presence, drinking wine. Yes, you two are staying at your flat tonight, but this, this is home.

"Y/N, remember when I told you that I never liked celebrating my birthday? I somehow still don’t.” You looked up at him. “But not in a bad way. My birthday reminds me of how old I am. How much older I am compared to you.” You smiled at him. “You know that that never bothers me, right? Starting this year, you never have to worry about that. We’ll celebrate your birthday, even if we’re sent on missions. See, without your birthday I would probably be a lonely old maid.” He chuckled. “We both know that’s not true. You’re not old, not yet anyway, and I happen to know a list of men who would court you if they’re given the chance.” “Oh, are you jealous?” “It was my chest you were leaning against earlier, so no.” That’s good to know, you never want him to be jealous, or even give him reasons to.

“Harry, I know you’re not a huge fan of sweets. But I made dessert.” You stood up from the sofa. “I’m a huge fan of anything you make. But I told you, you didn't have to do anything. Having you in my life is already a gift." And if it was possible to love this man so much more, you just did.

“I just wanted to spoil you on your birthday.” “Any more surprises for tonight?” Harry asked “Maybe.” And you winked