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lantanasmuttyfanfics · 3 months ago

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Hai!! Can you do a dexven fic where Raven spot Dexter kissing Cupid on the chicks ( perharps smutty? Between dexven)

First no hate to Cupid. Not here to villainize her or throw hate at her this is just for the fic purpose

Anyway I’m a ride or die Dexven shipper and while I appreciate dex/cupid shipper Dexven is the one for meee

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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Raven didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t this. Briar had organized a party for some occasion she couldn’t remember and to say it was… intense would be an understatement.

Streamers and banners lined the walls, two lines of tables filled to the brim with food and drinks, she’d even managed to get a disco ball.

“Come on Raven! We’ll be old hags by the time you get moving.” Raven listened to Apple as she pulled her further and further in the hall, leading her to Grimm knows where.

In truth she didn’t really want to be there, she had already had a full booked weekend and a party on a Monday night was not something on her bingo card.

But after all her friends urged her, saying it wouldn’t be the same without her, she’d obliged and now here she was getting dragged by Apple.

“Raven!” The two girls turned to look at Darling who was speed walking to them. They slowed down and walked in pace with a slightly panting Darling.

“Everything ok?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah Dexter asked me to tell you that he was looking for you.”

“And he couldn’t tell her himself because…?

“Oh it was in case he couldn’t find her.”

Raven felt her heart flutter a little at the mention of the one prince who made her heart swoon. Maybe it was because he was one of the only people who didn’t treat her like a monster when he first saw her or-.

“Last I know he was by the photo booth.” Raven blinked as she realized she’d been lost in thought. Heat of embarrassment made its way to her cheeks as she nodded at Darling.

“Thank you.”

She quickly walked off, a small pep in her step as she looked around. Hoping to catch a glimpse of his dark hair or blue eyes, eyes that seemed to mesmerize her.

But as she made it to the photo booth, Dexter was knower to be seen. In fact the only people near were a group of fan girls and Daring by a table.

Raven internally sighed as she made her way over. She’d figure that his brother would have seen him if he was here earlier.

“Daring?”

“-and then I unleashed my sword at the dragon-.”

“Daring.”

“-fire blasted everywhere and… oh hi Raven, what are you doing here.”

Raven gritted her teeth, she really didn’t have the patience today and Daring was testing to its limits. “Just wondering where Dexter is.”

Daring paused for a second, turning his attention to her and behind her head searching for his brother. “Sorry but I haven’t seen him.”

She quietly thanked him and walked off in further search.

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Dexter pushed through heaps of dancing bodies as he searched for Raven. Hoping to catch a glimpse of her violet eyes or ebony hair.

Tonight was the night, he’d decided, that he would finally confess to Raven his feelings for her. It seemed the right time after spending the last few weeks together constantly.

Suddenly as he passed by the photo booth he turned his head as he thought her heard her voice. Sure enough there he found Raven talking to… to Daring.

Why did she always have to be talking to Daring? Whenever he seeked her out, surprise surprise guess who is there making her smile. Daring.

He felt agitation rise within him, felt a bitter sort of jealousy as she walked closer to his brother.

Without an other word he spun on his heel, walking straight to an open table without looking in front of him.

He heard a feminine shriek as he slammed straight into a girl. “Oh Grimm I’m so sorry- Cupid? Here let me help you up.” Cupid giggled as he offered his hand, dusting her dress off.

“It’s ok. Accident happen. Anyway why do you look so glum? Not enjoying the party?” She lead them to the table, sitting next to him on the couch.

“No… it’s just- never mind. How’s your night going Cupid.” The girl smiled, her eyes lighting up as she scooted closer her heart bursting.

“Oh it’s going alright. Although… I really want to dance.” She fluttered her lashes at Dexter hoping that the message came across loud and clear.

Sometimes boys were slow.

“Then would you care to dance?” Cupid was jumping up before he could finish his sentence, pulling him up with her and practically running to the dance floor.

Just then a slow, gentle love song from some famous singer came on. Cupid rested her cheek on Dexters shoulder, a content smile on her face.

They swayed in the music for what felt like forever for her. The atmosphere screamed romantic and the buzz inside her yelled at her to test the waters.

So Cupid lifted her head, gazing directly to a seemingly distracted Dexter as she rose to the tiptoes. She’d kiss him and see where things went from there.

Dexters eyes widened as he saw Cupid reaching up, her lips slightly puckered and her eyes fluttering closed. He didn’t want to kiss her, so in his panic he turned his head.

He didn’t want to embarrass the poor girl, clearly he was giving her mixed signals. Instead he turned his head and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

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Raven found Dexter pretty quickly after, it was hard to miss him when he was standing in the middle of the dance floor with Cupid, swaying to some love song.

She thought her heart couldn’t construct much more, that she couldn’t feel more jealous and remorseful as she watched them.

But then his lips met her cheek, and his kissed her.

Raven let out an unconscious gasp, her hand clutching her skirt tightly as she went to run off. Yet as she did her eyes suddenly met his own.

They stared at each other for only a second before Raven tan off, her mind dizzy and swimming with endless possibilities. Did she get it all wrong?

Did she think Dexter liked but instead she was getting mixed signals? Maybe she read into it too much. Besides they weren’t even a thing, or anything close to one.

“Raven!”

She paused in her steps, shivering as the cool air hit her bare skin. She watched as Dexter ran after her, his eyes nearly frantic.

“Wait please!”

She did. Grimm curse her she did and stayed rooted on the spot as he now stood before her, his hair softly blowing in the wind as she stared at her.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

She tilted her head, why was he even concerned with telling her this when they so clearly weren’t together.

“I don’t understand…”

“The kiss with Cupid. It’s not what it looks like.”

Dexters eyes were searching her face, no doubt for any hints of what she was feeling. Instead Raven gave him a friendly smile as she stepped forward.

“There’s nothing to explain. It’s very clear Dexter.”

“I know but-.”

“You really don’t need to. I completely understand.”

“You do! Oh thank Grimm I-.”

“We are just friends after all. So it doesn’t… matter.”

Dexter was left to gaze at where Raven once stood as she gave him a little smile and walked of.

Friends… of course they were friends.

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If I had a coin for every time these two unintentionally friend zoned one an other I’d be riiicchhh

Anyway got science exams starting Monday and safe to say is that I’m going to kms because tf do you mean I already have exams

Hope you enjoyed and have a great dayy!!

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amazinggraciegurl · 3 months ago

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Expect the Unexpected (Chapter 37: For Just One Day Let's Only Think About Love)

Present Time (Thursday December 24, 2020)

5:00 pm

Briar’s P.O.V.

The second Briar opens the door to let Blondie and Cupid in, Willow bounds over to them and exclaims, “Santa’s coming!”

Blondie smiles brightly. “Oh my goodness, he is?! That’s so exciting!”

She sets her pie down on the floor before scooping Willow up into her arms, hugging her tightly. Willow squeals with delight. Briar chuckles as she closes the door. After Blondie sets Willow down, Cupid sweeps the toddler into her arms. Briar pulls Blondie into a hug.

“Merry Christmas!” she exclaims.

“Merry Christmas!” Blondie cheerfully replies.

Cupid places Willow down then and embraces Briar tightly. Willow runs back toward the living room. Blondie picks up her pie.

“We made a chocolate pie! Where should I put it?”

“Here, I’ll take it,” Briar replies, pulling back from the hug. “Thanks so much for making it!”

“It's our pleasure!”

Briar puts the pie in the refrigerator. She’s relieved that she and Ashlynn didn’t have to do all the cooking. People have brought various dishes. She shuts the refrigerator door before joining everybody in the living room. Apple, Darling, and Raven have arrived as well; they’re sitting on the couch with Ashlynn. Blondie and Cupid walk over and join them. Willow is running circles around the room. Every moment or so she exclaims again, “Santa’s coming!” Everybody is watching the adorable sight with wide smiles while talking amongst themselves. Even Raven has a small smile on her face. As Briar sits down next to Ashlynn, she takes in Raven's appearance. As is the default nowadays, her face is even paler than usual, and her eyes are bloodshot with dark bags beneath them. Briar suppresses the urge to frown at the sight. It’s Christmas, she reminds herself. She already worries about Raven enough. Tonight is not the time. She turns her attention to Darling who appears to be in great spirits. Her eyes are bright with humor as she laughs at Blondie’s jokes. Apple’s arm is wrapped around her shoulders, laughing along with her. Briar, realizing she’s zoning out, tunes into the conversation. Cupid has taken the stage now.

“Oh kingdoms, you will not believe what happened!” she exclaims. “I accidentally put expired milk in the pie and then I had to bake it all over again!”

“I think they’ll believe it,” Blondie mumbles, a smirk on her face.

Cupid scoffs, playfully smacking Blondie’s shoulder. “Oh quiet you!”

Briar laughs along with her friends. As she looks around the room at everybody’s smiling faces, reflected by the colorful Christmas tree lights, she decides it’s going to be an amazing night.

XXX

Ashlynn’s POV

Willow hasn’t run out of steam yet. She’s still running around, enthusing about Santa Claus coming. Everybody else has arrived now. Hunter, Daring, Rosabella, Holly, and Poppy have joined them in the living room.

“Awww, she’s so cute!” Apple exclaims.

Briar chuckles. “Yeah, we’ve been talking about Santa Claus with her for weeks now. I think she’s a little young to fully understand the concept, but as you can see, she’s still very excited about it.”

“She’s going to be really excited to see what Santa got her,” Ashlynn adds, smiling brightly at the thought of Willow’s thrilled face when she sees her presents in the morning.

Hunter leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “She’s definitely going to be thrilled to play with the giant dollhouse that Santa built her.”

Ashlynn giggles. “We all know how proud you are of your dollhouse, Hunter.”

Hunter scoffs, but can’t stop the grin from forming on his face. “Of course I’m proud of it! You try building a dollhouse from scratch, Ash!”

Ashlynn laughs. She thinks of how far she and Hunter have come in the past couple years. Two Christmases ago they couldn't stop arguing, and now they’re playfully joking around together.

“Okay, I’ll admit it,” she says. “You’re amazing, Hunter.”

“Why, thank you!” he exclaims.

After their laughter fades out, Ashlynn takes another appetizer from the coffee table and pops it into her mouth.

“This bruschetta is amazing! I need this recipe, Apple!”

Apple smiles widely, clearly pleased that her food contribution is so well-liked.

“Thanks, Ash! I can definitely send it to you!”

Just as Ashlynn is opening her mouth to thank her, Willow is suddenly in front of her, throwing herself into her arms. Ashlynn grunts at the sudden impact.

“Mommy!” the toddler exclaims, squeezing her tight.

Ashlynn laughs softly, hugging her daughter back. “Hi, baby.”

Willow pulls back and looks at Ashlynn, her big emerald eyes bright with excitement. “When is presents?!”

Ashlynn, along with everybody else, laughs endearingly.

“You’ll get some from us later tonight, and you’ll get some from Santa tomorrow!”

“Yay!” Willow cheers, before jumping down from Ashlynn’s lap and beginning to race around the room again.

Briar turns to Ashlynn and grins. “I don’t know if we’re getting that girl to bed tonight. She is wired for sound.”

Ashlynn nods. “I know. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her this excited, which is saying a lot.”

Briar giggles. “Well, at least she has her priorities straight.”

Ashlynn laughs. “That she does.”

XXX

Apple’s POV

As is usual with meals nowadays, Raven only takes small portions of food and does little more than nibble on it. Apple does her best to not focus on the depleted expression on her friend’s face and instead on the cheerful chatter of her friends. Rosabella is recounting the story of how Daring tried to bake for the party and ended up burning two pies. She’s trying to get the words out through her peals of hysterical laughter. Apple can tell by the flush of her cheeks that the wine has already reached her system. Daring is sitting next to her pouting with his arms crossed.

“And not just the pies, but almost the house! All our fire alarms went off! Every single one!”

Apple, drawn in by the story, forgets her worries and laughs along with her friends.

“Now that you did not tell me when we were talking earlier!” Darling exclaims, jumping at the chance to tease her brother.

He scoffs, but it’s clear by the humorous glint of his eyes that he’s not genuinely offended. “Well, of course I didn’t! You’re mean as hell!”

Darling gasps in mock offense. “I’m mean as hell?! You’re the one who always gave me noogies when we were kids!”

“You did that to your poor little sister?!” Rosabella exclaims. She pokes his chest lightly. “Meanie!”

Apple watches their antics with a wide smile on their face. She’ll never get tired of watching Darling and Daring bicker, and it’s even funnier when Rosabella is thrown in the mix.

Her attention is diverted when Holly speaks. “This cranberry sauce is so good, Apple! Where’d you get the recipe?”

Apple turns to look at her. The girl’s face has also taken on a pink hue. Clearly the alcohol is hitting everybody now. Apple only had a few sips of the wine, so she isn’t feeling anything. She clears her throat before answering Holly.

“Oh, thank you! It’s my mom’s recipe actually. I can give you a copy.”

Holly grins. “Thanks so much!”

Apple smiles back. “No problem!”

Technically it’s a secret recipe, but Apple has already broken so many of her mother’s expectations and rules over the past few years. What’s one more? Apple is reminded of the Christmas party two years ago where she’d ended up crying in her bedroom over the pain of her mother’s rejection. It had happened so recently then and was sitting so heavily on her heart. It’s still an ache she carries with her everyday, the fact that her mother doesn’t accept her for who she is, but it’s gotten monumentally easier to live with. The fact that she can now talk about her mother casually speaks volumes.

As she goes back to eating her mashed potatoes and listening to her friends’ conversations, another thought pops into her mind. She’s surprised that Holly initiated a conversation with her. It’s not that there’s contention among them; they get along perfectly fine. It’s just that ever since about their senior year of high school, she’s felt a distance between them, a tension even. It’s like there’s something Holly holds against her. Apple can’t even begin to guess what it could be. She knows she’s hurt people throughout her life, been insensitive and controlling…but Holly? She can’t think of anything she could’ve done to offend Holly. She doesn’t dare bring the issue up though. Darling and Holly are such good friends; she wouldn’t want to cause any problems between them. There’s also a fairly high chance that she’s just imagining things and that Holly actually has no problem with her at all. Apple decides to go with that option, at least for tonight.

XXX

6:42 pm

Darling’s POV

Darling is on the money as they play their annual Christmas Eve game of Charades.

“She’s obviously a flamingo!” she exclaims, gesturing to Poppy who is haphazardly balancing on one leg.

Poppy breathes a sigh of relief as she puts her leg down. “Thank goodness! I was losing my balance there!”

Darling giggles. “That was like five seconds!”

Poppy shrugs. “What can I say? I have terrible balance.”

“She couldn't walk until she was 16 months old,” Holly adds, a smirk on her face.

Poppy shoots her a glare. “Hey! I talked before you did!”

Holly sticks her tongue out at her and Poppy does it right back. Darling laughs. The sisters are so much like her and Daring. With Dexter, things are somewhat different. They joke around, but they don’t really tease each other. That’s always been her and Daring’s thing. At the thought of Dexter, a sudden wave of sadness washes over her. She wishes more than anything that he could be here with them right now. That she could see his eyes light up at all the jokes being told, the soft smile on his face as he enjoys everybody’s company.

As the game proceeds, she tries her best to keep the smile on her face, but she can feel it gradually slipping. She prays that nobody notices her diminished cheer. Of course there’s somebody who does. Apple who is sitting by her side takes her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Darling turns to look at her girlfriend who is gazing at her, eyes wide with concern. Shame adds to the boiling grief within her. Apple is supposed to be having nothing but fun right now. Darling absolutely cannot put a damper on her night. So she gathers her strength and gives her girlfriend a soft smile.

“I’m fine, baby,” she murmurs.

Apple doesn’t look convinced. So Darling does something she knows will distract Apple (and truthfully just something she’s been itching all evening to do anyway). She pulls her into a kiss. Apple’s lips are warm and soft and everything that Darling needs to feel okay again, but she can’t give in to her urges right now. Not with their friends surrounding them. She won’t deny that the two glasses of wine she’s had are having an effect on her, making her more impulsive and unfiltered than she’d usually be; but she still can’t do everything she wants to do to Apple right here. So as she draws back from the kiss she whispers into her girlfriend’s ear, “Later, baby.” She can tell by the lovestruck expression on Apple’s face, along with the bright anticipation in her eyes, that the girl has been effectively distracted (and so has she). They turn their attention back to the game, but neither is able to pay as much attention as before. Darling begins to lose her winning streak. All she can think about is Apple and how magical later tonight is going to be.

XXX

7:03 pm

Holly’s POV

“Oh kingdoms Darling, this is so beautiful!”

Apple’s voice is even higher pitched than usual as she looks with teary eyes at the silver flower-shaped hair brooch Darling gifted her.

“I love it so much!” she exclaims, before pulling the girl into yet another kiss.

Holly looks away. Like every time Darling and Apple are so sickeningly sweet and affectionate with each other, it feels like a knife is stabbing her heart. She can’t bear to watch their displays of love. She knows how disgustingly selfish of her it is to even think such a thing. Darling is her best friend and Apple makes her happy. So incredibly happy. A good friend would be thrilled for both of them. So Holly has had to accept the ugly truth: she’s not a good friend. She might act like one, being sweet and nurturing and helpful, but there’s a bitterness underneath all her affection and cheer. As long as she’s in love with Darling and resentful of her and Apple’s relationship, she’s a bad friend. This ugly thought only snowballs into a barrage of other ugly thoughts. Why did she come to stay at the hotel in Bookend in the first place after Dexter’s accident? What’s the point? Because Darling needs her? Well, that’s clearly not true. Darling has everything she needs and more with Apple. Apple may have been a self-centered child, but she’s grown into an amazing woman and is an excellent girlfriend. She and Darling are lucky to have each other. They’re both incredible people. Holly wishes she could be even half as good. In this moment of jealousy and self-pity, she makes up her mind. She and Poppy are going to go back home the day after tomorrow. All it takes is another look at Darling and Apple who are still kissing to reinforce the cold hard truth: she’s not needed.

XXX

Raven’s POV

Raven has been trying to be happy. She really has been. She’s done her best to participate in the activities, contribute to conversations, laugh at her friends’ jokes (whether the laughing is real or not is beside the point). But no matter how hard she tries to feel normal, to be her old happy self, she’s still sad. The thought of Dexter, of his vacant stare every time he looks at her, cycles through her head on an endless loop. Every time she visits him in that awful hospital, not the slightest bit of recognition is in those beautiful sapphire eyes. Those four soul-crushing words, “Do I know you?,” haunt her every waking moment. When other people are talking to her, she can only partially focus because those damn words are on a constant repeat in her head. What makes her even sadder is watching her friends and seeing how easily happiness comes to them. Darling is devastated. She cries when she thinks nobody can hear her (Raven doesn’t even have the strength to comfort her). But even she can put those negative feelings aside and be happy on a night like tonight. She can joke around and laugh and kiss her girlfriend an exorbitant amount of times. Raven tries to shove the bitter feeling of jealousy down, but whenever she sees the two girls kiss, she can’t stop that rotten sensation from rising in her chest. There’s a good chance that she’ll never get to kiss her boyfriend again. But Darling and Apple--they can kiss anytime they want. As much as they support Raven, they have a connection with each other that is exclusive to them. Raven had that kind of connection. Whenever Dexter kissed her or embraced her or even just asked her how her day was going, she felt it. Now it’s gone though and all she can do is hold onto the hope that it’ll come back. But as the weeks pass and Dexter still doesn’t remember her, she has less and less faith that it will.

Unable to bear the sight of Darling and Apple kissing any longer, she turns her attention to the other side of the room. Ashlynn, Hunter, and Briar are helping Willow open presents.

“A fire truck!” the toddler joyfully exclaims, holding up a shiny red fire engine toy.

The bright grin on her face is so contagious, it even makes Raven smile a little.

“What do you say to Auntie Cupid and Auntie Blondie?” Ashlynn asks Willow.

“Thank you!” the toddler exclaims, bounding over to the girls and giving each of them a big hug.

As Willow runs back over to her stack of presents, Ashlynn pulls her daughter into her arms.

“Good job, baby!” she exclaims. “You’re being so polite!”

Briar reaches over and ruffles Willow’s hair, a wide smile on her face.

A thought suddenly occurs to Raven then that somehow hadn’t before: what if she and Dexter can never have children? They’ve been talking about wanting to have kids someday for years…and now there’s a substantial probability that it won’t happen? The eruption of pain within her is so intense, she feels like she’s been punched in the gut. The knowledge that she may never have that happiness, feel that pure joy that’s so plain on Briar, Ashlynn, and Hunter’s faces, overwhelms her. Her eyes begin to sting and her breath shortens. She hurries to the bathroom and barely manages to close the door in time before bursting into tears.

XXX

8:23 pm

Hunter’s POV

“What cookies do you want to set out for Santa, baby?” Hunter asks.

He’s crouched down in front of Willow, holding out the tray of frosted sugar cookies. The party is over and it’s just him, Willow, Ashlynn, and Briar now. Just like they did last year, he’s going to stay the night and sleep in the guest bedroom. Briar and Ashlynn are tidying up the house. He just got Willow ready for bed and now it’s time to fulfill the iconic childhood tradition of putting out cookies and milk for Santa.

She furrows her brow in thought. “Ummm…”

He waits patiently for her to make up her mind. She really is her mother’s daughter. Not only does she look nearly identical to Ashlynn, but she also can’t make decisions for the life of her. She finally decides on three cookies (all of which she had frosted) and he sets them out on a plate.

“Now what do we put out?” he asks, smiling softly at his daughter.

This time she responds much quicker. “Milk!”

“Atta girl!”

After filling up a cup of milk, he hands it to Willow and she places it on the table next to the tray of cookies.

“You know what time it is now?!” he exclaims.

“Story time!”

He claps his hands. “Yeah, story time!”

Briar and Ashlynn pause their cleaning to come read “The Night Before Christmas” with Hunter and Willow. He reads in his most dramatic and captivating voice. The amused expressions on Ashlynn’s and Briar’s faces and Willow’s giggles are all the inspiration he needs to speak more and more dramatically with each page.

As he exclaims “The end!” Willow begins to clap. Laughing, the adults join in. As their giggles and clapping slow to a stop, Willow yawns widely.

“I know what time it is now,” Ashlynn sings.

Willow’s eyes flutter tiredly. The answer is obvious.

Hunter carries Willow to her bedroom, Ashlynn and Briar following closely behind.

“Good night, sweet girl,” Hunter murmurs, giving her head a soft kiss before gently setting her down in the crib.

“Good night, Daddy,” she murmurs sleepily.

Ashlynn and Briar take turns giving her kisses before the three of them leave the room and crack the door.

Briar yawns. “Want to just leave the cleaning until the morning? I know it’s early, but I’m beat.”

“Yeah,” Ashlynn agrees. “I’m tired too.”

Hunter shrugs. “Well, you know I’ll never complain about not having to clean.”

“Oh we know!” Briar exclaims, giving him a playful shove.

He pouts. “Hey!”

The amusement in his voice shines through though, and a second later they’re all laughing.

Before retiring to their bedrooms for the night, he gives them each a hug.

“Love you guys,” he says, his voice soft.

“Love you too,” they both reply.

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