#dovclan

[feiyunaskblog]

Feiyun hummed in response, looking over the menu, "Yeah, the salmon looks pretty good...." One of her ears twitched slightly as the door opened again, "Then again...." She flipped to the salad section, "Those are pretty good too..."

She hummed, leaning into Ryker more, "Do you have anything you're looking at?" Feiyun looked up at him from her position on his shoulder, "There's some really good looking soups if your throat is bothering you at all right now.'

( @ask-fireflycod )

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[doctor-dove]

(sorry my tumblr is tweaking so i just had to take a screenshot 🤧 ALSO I LOVE THEIR SHIP ITS LOWK SOOOO CUTE)

@ask-declanwilsons

She was pouring over documents when she heard the knock at her door, thankful for the interruption — whatever it may be. She put her paperwork away for the night — choosing sanity over deadlines — and sighed, stretching her arms and her wings before standing and making her way to the door.

She opened it softly, expecting Price with a new stack of more paperwork to do or something of that effect, but no.

It was Declan.

Something in her body eased itself, tension built up from hours of endless scribbling melting like a popsicle on a hot sidewalk. She rocked on her feet, considering going in for a hug. No. She wouldn’t.

Would she?

“Hi,” she finally breathed out, smiling softly.

[doctor-dove]

{ hii i think ur character is so super cute !! i would love 2 interact with u ,,, but for now take a flower of friendship 🪻 }

- @ask-fireflycod / cybrr (ps the dovclan interactions have been so cute ,,, def one of my new fave ships)

Hi Firefly! Lovely to meet you, I’ve occasionally seen you around! Thank you for the flower! 🫖 <- Want some tea, lovie?

(feel free to send me asks whenever! and omg i love dovclan!! me and ram are so excited to explore itttt)

[doctor-dove]

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[doctor-dove]

@ask-declanwilsons new date night idea just dropped

JK LMAOOO

“our ocs should kiss” “our ocs on a double date” i think our ocs should try to kill each other

[doctor-dove]

Wren locked the door, eyes locked on Feiyun like a predator to prey. She shook her head. “If you think..” she started slowly, scoffing. “You’re getting out of this after what you started?” Wren chuckled, shaking her head.

“No, Feiyun.” She said, slipping on the counter of the sink. “You have mercilessly,” she tugged Feiyun towards her, “teased me all day, thinking that I won’t retaliate because you’re my client, and I’m the vanilla little therapist who would never be so open about wanting to get laid,” she pulled Feiyun to kiss her by her collar.

“But I see through you,” she said, breaking the kiss. “Your longing stares, the practically transparent undershirt you wore to your appointment! And the man spreading! The flirting, the cleavage. I..” Wren sighed, composing herself.

“I’m going to fucking retaliate.” She said before kissing Feiyun again, both hands gripping Fei’s face.

FEIDOVE CLOSED RP WITH @feiyunaskblog

Wren was going insane. Like. Genuinely, honest-to-God insane. Every moment Wren turned, she was there. Watching, lurking, wanting. Or maybe Wren had perceived it all in her head, and Feiyun had never even looked her direction to begin with.

Either way, Wren was going insane.

So, Feiyun’s next appointment — from Feiyun’s perspective — was normal enough. Wren delving into different aspects of Fei’s trauma and helping her undo some of it — and just allowing her to unpack. Like normal.

Wren, however, was doing this entire damn appointment with shaky hands and filthy thoughts. What the hell was happening to Wren? She could barely meet Feiyun’s eyes.

Shame, shame, shame.

“… And I think that’s why I struggle so much with it now,” Feiyun said. Fuck. Had she been talking this whole time?!

“I’m sorry, love. Can you delve into that more for me?” Wren said, faking composure and a soft smile.

[doctor-dove]

Wren got out of the car, stretching her legs and her wings before making her way around to lock arms with Declan, her eyes sparkling as she looked up to him.

They walked in, and Wren did most of the talking with the hostess. The reservation and all that, yada yada.

They got their table and they settled in, Dove tucked into Declan’s side as she looked over the menu. “Do you have any clue what you want, honey?” She asked him as Feiyun and Ryker were having a similar conversation across the table, chewing the skin on her lip.

[ @ask-declanwilsons ]

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[ask-fireflycod]

“Y’look fine, doll.” Ryker said, offering Feiyun’s hand a soft squeeze back. He settled back into the seat, arm moving to rest behind Feiyun’s neck. “Don’t overthink it.”

At Wren’s “foul” language, Ryker snorted. “Y’don’t gotta worry ‘bout that too bad. I swear like a focken’ sailor on ‘r off duty. Th’s is a safe space.” He joked, quieting and looking out the window as they arrived to the destination.

“Mhm,” Ryker hummed at Feiyun, closing the car door behind her. He slightly mussed her hair, readjusting some of the strands at the top. “Sorry, looked a bit funny there.” He took Feiyun’s hand in his and waited for Wren and Declan to take the lead first.

[ @doctor-dove ]

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[feiyunaskblog]

Feiyun snorted in response, still comfortably close to Ryker, "Right. I do feel underdressed now...I'm just wearing a turtleneck, slacks and Ryker's hoodie...." She squeezed his hand tightly, "I don't dress up often either....unless we go out partying."

She chuckled softly, "And those are definitely not clothes for going out to dinner, which I think you guys know." Her tail flicked back and forth slightly. She was so shit at small talk. So utterly fucking shit.

As they got out of the car, she pulled off the hoodie and tossed it inside the car, and adjusted her turtleneck. Feiyun brushed her hair out of her face and readjusted her glasses, before turning towards the rest of the group with another small smile, "Alright, you ready?"

( @ask-fireflycod )

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[doctor-dove]

Wren shrugged, sitting in the passenger seat (because she was always Declan’s passenger princess) and looking in the backseat.

“As for the restaurant, everything is delicious. It’s a bit of a higher end place, so they have a lot to choose from. And the portions are surprisingly good. No improper tiny plates with bite-sized steaks with stupid ass,” she covered her mouth, shaking her head, “sorry. Working around some of these immature recruits does my vocabulary no favors. No improper tiny portions, is all. And the fro-yo place is delightful. It was the highlight of my month when I was younger.” She smiled.

“I hope you guys have fun! I tried to arrange a nice night for us all. Lord knows we all need it,” she teased, sighing exasperatedly as she cleaned her glasses.

[ @ask-declanwilsons ]

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[doctor-dove]

stop why is that so cute…

uhm anyways on an unrelated note…

should we start a new rp? >:)

“our ocs should kiss” “our ocs on a double date” i think our ocs should try to kill each other

[doctor-dove]

check ur inbox angel 😛

“our ocs should kiss” “our ocs on a double date” i think our ocs should try to kill each other

[doctor-dove]

Her body moved before she did, pulling him in gently by the collar of his jacket and shutting the door, locking it with a soft click. The air felt so… charged. Like a single match flicker and it was all over. Feelings would spill everywhere.

“Office hours are over,” she explained when he eyed the lock. God, way to make it fucking weird, Wren. She sighed and placed her hands softly on the sides of his arms, smiling up at him. But she noticed something. The bags under his eyes, the twitching fingers, the loss of spark in his eye. She knew Declan like the back of her hand, and this was all different. She gently placed her hand on his cheek, rubbing soft circles there.

“Tell me about it, Declan,” she said softly. “Please?”

(sorry my tumblr is tweaking so i just had to take a screenshot 🤧 ALSO I LOVE THEIR SHIP ITS LOWK SOOOO CUTE)

@ask-declanwilsons

She was pouring over documents when she heard the knock at her door, thankful for the interruption — whatever it may be. She put her paperwork away for the night — choosing sanity over deadlines — and sighed, stretching her arms and her wings before standing and making her way to the door.

She opened it softly, expecting Price with a new stack of more paperwork to do or something of that effect, but no.

It was Declan.

Something in her body eased itself, tension built up from hours of endless scribbling melting like a popsicle on a hot sidewalk. She rocked on her feet, considering going in for a hug. No. She wouldn’t.

Would she?

“Hi,” she finally breathed out, smiling softly.

[feiyunaskblog]

Feiyun looked up from where she put the book on the shelf, humming softly. She looked slightly apprehensive at first, her hand finding Ryker's and squeezing tightly for a moment before she seemed to relax, "Yeah, sounds good."

She took off her lab coat, neatly folding it and tucking it in her bag before pulling out one of Ryker's hoodies and pulling it over her black turtleneck. She hummed softly, looking herself over, "I'm ready, if Ryker is."

Feiyun looked over at him, humming out a slight question as she cocked her head.

@ask-fireflycod

(closed rp w @feiyunaskblog @ask-declanwilsons & @ask-fireflycod)

Wren had told Declan about her new friendship with Feiyun, and he was happy that they had finally met and talked a bit outside of Feiyun’s appointments.

What had started off as a little joke between Declan and Dove about perhaps going on a double date with Feiyun and Ryker sprouted an actual idea in Wren’s mind.

What if they did?

So, she began coordinating. Making dinner reservations and even looking at show or opera tickets for afterwards.

No. Too fancy. Who does that?! Dove scrapped the opera, settling for dinner and treats at her favorite fro-yo place, where her father would take her on her cheat days.

She shot Declan a quick text,

[Everything is all set! Let them know ;P]

[doctor-dove]

She giggles when he picks her up and spins her around, enamored by his strength. She’s at least 66kg, that’s nothing to laugh at.

“Declan!” She giggles, her arms finding purchase around his neck. She sighs, her eyes lighting up at his words. She pretends to think for a second, tapping her chin.

“I guess, if I have to,” she rolls her eyes, feigning exasperation. She quickly breaks though and kisses his cheek, smiling softly. “I’m kidding. Of course I will,”

(sorry my tumblr is tweaking so i just had to take a screenshot 🤧 ALSO I LOVE THEIR SHIP ITS LOWK SOOOO CUTE)

@ask-declanwilsons

She was pouring over documents when she heard the knock at her door, thankful for the interruption — whatever it may be. She put her paperwork away for the night — choosing sanity over deadlines — and sighed, stretching her arms and her wings before standing and making her way to the door.

She opened it softly, expecting Price with a new stack of more paperwork to do or something of that effect, but no.

It was Declan.

Something in her body eased itself, tension built up from hours of endless scribbling melting like a popsicle on a hot sidewalk. She rocked on her feet, considering going in for a hug. No. She wouldn’t.

Would she?

“Hi,” she finally breathed out, smiling softly.

[doctor-dove]

She paces for a moment, almost caught in some strange moment in time, but she moves on anyway. It’s one foot in front of the other, and then it’s all up to divine intervention again.

Declan is on the couch, sitting up. And she’s in his space again before she notices. Breathing air that’s almost directly from his mouth. Cocooning them again and kissing him softly, less hesitant than she was last time. It’s short, so brief it’s nearly imperceptible, but it’s saying all the things she can’t.

“Are you my boyfriend now?” She asks, quite abruptly. The words catch her off guard and she laughs. Nearly twenty-five-years-old and she’s asking Declan if he’s her ‘boyfriend.’ Like they’re teenagers again.

(sorry my tumblr is tweaking so i just had to take a screenshot 🤧 ALSO I LOVE THEIR SHIP ITS LOWK SOOOO CUTE)

@ask-declanwilsons

She was pouring over documents when she heard the knock at her door, thankful for the interruption — whatever it may be. She put her paperwork away for the night — choosing sanity over deadlines — and sighed, stretching her arms and her wings before standing and making her way to the door.

She opened it softly, expecting Price with a new stack of more paperwork to do or something of that effect, but no.

It was Declan.

Something in her body eased itself, tension built up from hours of endless scribbling melting like a popsicle on a hot sidewalk. She rocked on her feet, considering going in for a hug. No. She wouldn’t.

Would she?

“Hi,” she finally breathed out, smiling softly.