#happy birthday Fay

[basicallyahedgehog]

Happy birthday darling Fay @thesleepiesthufflepuff!!! You are such a ray of light and a joy to know, and I am so so so grateful to be able to call you my friend. You deserve the whole world, but I hope this fluffy little thing inspired by Clodagh and her jammies will suffice. Wishing you the happiest of birthdays and all the puppy snuggles today.

Harry paced restlessly up and down the hallway as he waited for the dog trainer to arrive. It had seemed like a good idea at the time — Dog needed to be trained, and No Bark, No Bite had the highest ratings in the neighbourhood. Harry had been full of hope as he’d filled out the online form, visions of long walks with his faithful companion swimming through his head. It had all come crashing down, however, when the confirmation email came through. 

“Draco Malfoy will see you at 10am on Wednesday morning.”

So here Harry was, contemplating whether he could just live with the fact that Dog refused to go outside so that he could escape the doom that was fast approaching.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Malfoy anymore. No, he quite liked the git now that they had all grown up a bit and let bygones be bygones. The problem was quite the opposite, really. Because Malfoy — Draco — was smart and witty and charming and fucking fit. And Harry knew Draco worked with animals. Knew his job was in Harry’s own neighbourhood. And now he was coming here to Harry’s house and he’d know that Harry was fucking incompetent — and a liar, because Harry had told him only three days ago that everything was fine and he didn’t need help with his new puppy but thank you very much.

He was so stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

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Draco chewed on his lips as he walked up the path, once again questioning the wisdom in taking this job. He should have handed the client on to Cassie as soon as he saw the name. Should have packed his bags and move to another country. Because now he had to work with Harry and be professional. Had to pretend that the mere idea of Harry with a puppy didn’t make his insides melt. 

He sucked in a breath and knocked on the door, relaxing minutely when he heard a faint crash from inside followed by colourful swearing. At least he wasn’t the only one who was nervous. 

Harry opened the door, his hair even more wild than it was on pub nights. A tiny black puppy crouched behind him, eyeing the open door in fascination but making no move to step outside. 

“Potter.” Draco held out his hand, determined to remain professional. “How can I help you?”

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A disaster. It was all a terrible disaster. 

Draco had stayed barely half an hour before declaring he knew the problem, but wouldn’t be able to fix it today. He had almost run back down the street, as if he couldn’t stand to be near Harry any longer. 

Harry knew he was weird and awkward, but he thought he’d had it vaguely under control that morning.

Sure, he had a dog named Dog. Well, Dumbledog, at Teddy’s insistence, but even Harry wasn’t strange enough to go around calling the poor little thing by her full name. And yes, he couldn’t work a normal job like Draco did, and yes, Dog was largely purchased with the plan to train her as a therapy dog to help him with his anxiety. And yes, he was so fucking gone on Draco that he could barely string two sentences together. 

But that didn’t mean Draco had to run away, did it?

He could only hope that he would be able to hold himself together better next time they saw each other.

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A disaster. It was all a terrible disaster. 

Harry had been so sweet and so concerned about his dog, all of Draco’s heartstrings had been stretched beyond their limits. And he had a dog named Dog of all things, which Draco would have laughed at if it had been anyone else. Instead it was Harry, and Draco felt all stretched out and upside down. Like nothing in the world could ever be the same now that he had seen Harry cuddle a tiny, wriggly ball of fluff named Dog.

So here he was, a tangle of yarn in his lap, knitting needles in one hand and instruction book in the other. Because poor Dog was cold and there was only one thing he could do when faced with a puppy who refused to go on walks with Harry Potter due to the cold.

Learn to knit doggy jumpers.

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Harry was baffled. 

“So, Dog was just cold?”

“Yeah,” Draco replied, tucking Dog’s paws through the front legs of her new little jumper. “Hopefully this is enough, but we might need to get her booties too if her feet are sensitive.”

“They sell booties for dogs?”

“The Muggles do, yeah. They’re quite sweet, actually.”

Harry blinked. Had Draco just called a Muggle invention sweet?

“Could we not just use a warming charm?” Dog looked very sweet in her jumper, but Harry couldn’t help be confused by the fact that Draco hadn’t immediately turned to magic. 

“Oh, Dog is allergic to warming charms. I checked last time, but you were so worried about her I didn’t want to say anything until I had a solution.”

“Oh.” Harry could only stare at Draco, silently willing his expression into something acceptable. “Thank you, Draco. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

This man was going to be the death of him.

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This man was going to be the death of him.

“Dog is allergic to warming charms,” he muttered to himself furiously. “Honestly, Draco, could you have been any more obvious?”

He sunk into his couch, running his fingers through his hair. He didn’t know how Harry hadn’t seen right through him, he hadn’t even tried to hide how stupidly in love he was.

Love. Fuck. He loved Harry Potter and now he’d lied to him and fucking learnt to knit for his dog and…

There was only one thing left to do.

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“So she needed the booties, then?” Harry blinked sleepily at Draco, who had turned up unexpectedly while Harry and Dog were having a nap. 

“Well, she seemed to walk happily last week, but I thought it was better safe than sorry. How has she been?”

“She’s been great! I think the jacket has really helped, thank you so much.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ll leave you to it then.” 

Draco began to walk away, and Harry made a snap decision. 

“Wait! Did you want to come for a walk with us? You know, to check on Dog’s progress?”

Harry was an idiot. A sweet, bumbling, adorable idiot. And Draco was a fool.

Dog had loved their walk, prancing through the fallen leaves and chasing squirrels as far as her lead would allow. Harry, however, had looked positively miserable as his eyes watered and his nose streamed and his fingers turned blue.

“I told you to bundle up, Potter,” Draco had said, only half of his old sneer coming through. 

“I put an extra sweater on!” Harry had exclaimed, as if a sweater would keep his extremities warm. 

“What about a hat? A scarf? Some mittens?”

“Oh,” Harry said, tilting his head in thought. “I don’t think I own any. Gave them all to Dobby.”

“Potter, Dobby died ten years ago.” He’d tried to be soft, tried not to snap at the foolish, stupid man beside him.

“I guess I just didn’t think about it.”

And so now Draco was awake at 2am, for the third night in a row, knitting furiously.

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“And I thought he’d just bought the little sweater for Dog, and I thought it was sweet that he’d found booties that matched. But…but these all showed up on my doorstep yesterday, and they all match Dog’s things, and I don’t know what it means.”

Harry sat on Ron and Hermione’s couch, head in hands, a pile of knitwear on the floor in front of him. The hat, scarf and mittens had been on his front step that morning when he and Dog went for their first walk of the day. There hadn’t been a note, but the yarn was so distinctive. They could have only come from one person.

“Harry.” Hermione spoke gently, as if she had something important to say and didn’t know how Harry would take it. “Why would Draco buy Dog a sweater instead of just using a warming charm?”

“He said Dog was allergic to them. Said he checked on his first visit but didn’t want to worry me.”

Ron made a strange choking noise before excusing himself to the kitchen.

“Harry, charms can’t cause allergies.”

“But…why would he buy her a sweater then?” 

“Harry…” Hermione looked at him softly, as if pleading with him to figure out what she already had. He looked again at the bundle of yarn on the floor, at the uneven stitches and slightly lumpy shapes.

“He didn’t buy them, did he?”

Hermione grabbed his hand. “No, Harry. He didn’t.”

“But, why?”

Ron’s voice came from behind them. “HE’S FUCKING COURTING YOU, MATE.”

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Draco trudged up Harry’s front path. He’d promised himself after last time that he wouldn’t be back, but he’d gotten a text from Harry that morning asking him to come over. 

He’d tried not to hope, tried to ignore the warmth swelling in his chest. 

If Harry had figured it out, surely he would have said something before now. After all, it had almost been a week since he’d dropped off the knitwear.

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice the door opening, but he couldn’t ignore the exuberant ball of fluff jumping all over him. The exuberant ball of fluff wearing…a knitted bow tie?

“She was meant to give you this, but she was too excited to wait for me to tie it on.” Draco looked up from Dog to see Harry standing in front of him, a timid smile on his face as he held out a small roll of parchment. Draco took it tentatively, eyes flicking back to Harry as he unrolled it.

My owner is an idiot, but some would say that makes him cute.

Will you go out with him? Dog is optional on dates.

Harry rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet as Draco read and reread the scroll. 

This was a terrible idea, he should have bought flowers or whiskey or-

Draco dropped the scroll, his face unreadable as he stood. Harry opened his mouth, unsure of what he was going to say, but then it didn’t matter because Draco was reaching for him and cradling his head and kissing him.

Maybe he hadn’t been so stupid, after all.

[blue-gypsophila]

Happy Birthday Fai!

[fayfaygoes]

"GRAPHIC DESIGN IS MY PASSION"-ah edits

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BABY

[lisharchivez]

Hi guys!

Long time no see ,I got caught up in works IRL.

But I did celebrate birthday with our beloved

I hoped he liked the cake I made ,it's my first time ever.

To every zayne that came to existence across universe and timeline..from master of fate to dawnbreaker , i wish you happiness and my love

Happy birthday!

[completeoveranalysis]

[7]

BIRTHDAY CONFIRMED

LAVA LAMP GUY ALSO INEXPLICABLY HAS THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS SAKURA/NOT SAKURA/WHATEVER HER NAME IS

SO ALL THE SAKURA BIRTHDAYS ALSO WERE LAVA LAMP BIRTHDAYS

MEANING HE WAS 14 ON THE SAME DAY THAT THIS ALL HAPPENED

(And what a terrible birthday party)

OH AND THAT MEANS THAT WATANUKI AND LAVA LAMP GUY HAVE THE SAME BIRTHDAY ALSO, BOTH FROM WHEN THEY WERE THE SAME PERSON (AND SO BORN AS ONE PERSON ON THE SAME DAY) BUT ALSO BECAUSE WATANUKI CAME INTO EXISTENCE AS A SEPARATE PERSON ON THEIR BIRTHDAY

AND

WHEN SAKURA GAVE (CLONE) SYAORAN HER BIRTHDAY FOR HIM TO HAVE, SHE WAS ACCIDENTALLY GIVING HIM THE SAME BIRTHDAY THAT HIS ORIGINAL SYAORAN ALREADY HAD, AND (DEPENDING ON THE TIMING) MIGHT ALSO HAVE BEEN GIVING HIM THE CORRECT BIRTHDAY FOR WHEN HE WAS CLONED AS WELL

SO

The list of People who absolutely have the first of April as their birthday now includes: 

-Cardcaptor Sakura 

-Tsubasa Sakura (Original) (from chapter 1) 

-Tsubasa Sakura (Original) (from Lava Lamp’s backstory) (Who is not named Sakura)

-Tsubasa Sakura (Clone) (Or at least that is the birthday she remembers, so it counts)

-Lava Lamp Guy (Original Syaoran)

-Tsubasa Syaoran (Clone) (Both adopted birthday and real birthday)

-Watanuki (Real Birthday AND came-into-existence-day AND his name)

DOES ANYONE ELSE WANT TO ADMIT TO HAVING THE SAME BIRTHDAY WHILE WE’RE AT IT?

[savethegrishaverse]

We wanted to take a moment to wish a very very happy birthday to one of Shadow and Bone's biggest cheerleaders - our favorite Alby Rollins himself @taylorfay_ ! Make sure to send Taylor the best wishes!!

Happy Birthday Taylor!

[ourobonez]

love kanamafu. wish gay people were real

rbs > likes!!!!

[percabethlvr]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fayvpor !!!!!!

everyone wish her a hbd or else 🔫😡

[miyakuli]

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Artist : 繁月 (pixiv / lofter / twitter)

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[shiiko529]

so i was genuinely intending to work on my angel/demon gemshipping fic and this happened instead >.>

tbh this isnt even what i tended to post for fai's bday, but ¯⁠\⁠⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠⁠/⁠¯

i would normally say this is crack, but the CLAMP "back-baby" is canon (which is completely insane)

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“The chairwoman insisted that I come check on you since I live so close.”  Fai could hear Kurogane say as his traitorous twin let him into their apartment. He looked around wildly as his panicked mind tried desperately to figure out somewhere for him to run and maybe hide and somehow manage to avoid seeing Kurogane for at least the next year so he wouldn’t have to–

“Oi.”

Shit. “Kuro-sama-sensei, what- what’re you doing here?”

“I came to check on you,” he said knowing full well that Fai had heard him talking to Yuui.

“Well, you shouldn’t get too close, wouldn’t want you getting sick too,” the blond warned, trying to keep some distance from the gym teacher. 

Kurogane ignored his advice and took a step closer, which led to Fai managing to trip over his own feet as he backed away. He managed to twist on the way down and landed awkwardly on his face instead of his back. Which, of course, put him in an almost perfect position for Kurogane to see what was a small, but obvious lump on his back.

“What is that?”

“What is what?

“On your back- that lump.”

“That? It, uh, its a growth. I have cancer.”

Yuui groaned and muttered something Kurogane didn’t catch, confirming his suspicion that what the idiot just said was complete and total bullshit. “Fai, just tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Whatever was going on (which was obviously not an illness) was going to take more effort than normal to get to the truth.

“If you don’t tell him, I will.”

Or maybe not, if Yuui was siding with him instead of his brother.

Fai shot his twin a scathing glare before sighing and looking at the floor. “Remember the staff party a couple of months ago, with the really good alcohol? Where everybody got really drunk?”

Kurogane did in fact remember that party, probably better than most of the participants. He especially remembered Yuuko shoving the two of them into a closet, even if Fai had later pretended that he had no memory of that part whatsoever.

“Wait. Are you saying- You’re preg- You’re sure its mine?” 

Kurogane was reminded of the other blond in the room by a loud scoff, “Who else’s would it be? My brother has been pining for you since the day he met you.”

“Yuui!”

“Fai, you are stupidly in love with him and now pregnant with his baby, and you keep refusing to listen to me when I tell you he loves you back!” Yuui stopped, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before exhaling loudly. “I’m going for a walk. The two of you had better be talking about marriage details when I get back.”

The outburst from the twin that was generally considered the calm and reasonable one left a resounding silence in its wake. The gym teacher stood there for a moment looking at the figure still hunched on the floor. It was disconcerting for Fai to be this not just quiet, but subdued, which only reinforced that he felt exactly the way his brother had said. Kurogane knew he had to say something because clearly they had a lot of things they needed to finally actually talk about instead of the normal dancing around and avoiding issues that Fai liked to do. This really wasn’t the way he would’ve preferred to start a conversation on this particular topic, or any topic truthfully, but Fai was obviously not going to start.

So he sat down in front of the blond and started with what seemed like the most pressing part of the situation. “Do you… want to keep it?”

“Do you?”

“I hadn’t really thought about- I mean, I knew that it- but you- This whole time?”

The corners of Fai’s mouth twitched up into the tiniest shy, nervous smile and his head bobbed in the slightest of nods, but he didn’t answer the question, instead redirecting the conversation back to the other teacher. “I know how much you like children, and you’d be a great father, but if you don’t want it, then…”

“Well, its your body, so if you don’t want it–”

“No, no! I do! I just- I don’t want to–”

“Do you really think I’d let you do this alone?”

“I’ve got Yuui, so I wouldn’t be alone, but…”

Oh, this really was about him. Kurogane was going to have to actually tell the idiot how he felt, out loud, with actual words; which he admittedly wasn’t very good at. He knew he loved Fai, but to suddenly find out that not only did Fai love him back, but wanted to have this baby with him. He also knew that having a baby was a big decision, and while he only had a couple of seconds to decide, the answer was thankfully easy. “I want it too.”

That pretty face finally turned to look at him. “Yeah?”

“And you.” It wasn’t the best confession, far from poetic or romantic, or even planned, but still, those stunning blue eyes widened in surprise; which honestly was kind of ridiculous given what Yuui had already announced for them just a few minutes earlier. “You should’ve listened to your brother.”

Teasing was normally Fai’s department, but it worked as a much needed break in the tension, and the blond groaned in dismay, finally accepting it and relaxing.

“So, we’re having a baby?”

“Yeah, we’re having a baby.”

It only took a second for the reality of what they had just said to overpower the elation of finding out that Kurogane did actually love him back and panic started to take over. “Oh god, we’re having a baby. We need to pick a name, and buy stuff, and–”

“Hey. We don’t have to do everything right now. We’ve got a few months, right?”

Fai slumped against him, “What would I do without you, Kuro-sama?”

“Something stupid probably.”

[rafathebeat]

Rafa's Happy Birthday Special 5: Rafa's Sick Daze

I didn't have any idea on what to do for my birthday this year... that is, until i suffered from allergies at the start of Spring, which struck me with inspiration.

Time to give credits where credit is due.

First off, huge thanks to @matmadness for making the 3D model of Fay Tay (which he just finished modelling the whole thing yesterday), and even doing the porting work himself.

Would commission him again!

And secondly, official voice reveal from the casting call! Presenting... @RainbowBlosso16 as the official voice actress of Fay Tay.

She stated that Fay Tay's her favourite OC of mine, which made her a rather easy choice to cast her.

[dearlyjun]

happy birthday tumblr user dearlyjun fmk: mingyu, hoshi, yeonjun

fay!! 😄

oh this has a kick….lets see….

fuck: yeonjun - i mean…do I need to explain??

marry: mingyu - i feel he’d be a good husband. he’d take care of me well.

kiss: hoshi - once I had a dream where I kissed hoshi and I remember it vividly. id kiss him a thousand times more.

participate in my birthday event!

[fayfaygoes]

When the realization hits that Dawnbreaker didn't get to experience such heartwarming birthday wish & was there only when MC was addressing as "Dr . Zayne"😭😭 because ( his internal fear about not being loved by MC because he isn't the doctor is so deep that ) the memory turned into nightmare halfway through....

.he didn't get to see the whole memory in his dreams....about birthday...

when his birthday is the day of his parents death....one with his hands....

birthday...that he never celebrated since...12...

Dawnbreaker....

I....

[ellayuki]

31122022 - Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Happy Birthday, Kuro-sama! And a Happy New Year!

~

"I don't know why, but you being born on the last day of the year suits you, Kuro-sama. It really does," Fai says from where he's lounging on the porch, empty sake cup held idly in his fingers.

Kurogane snorts. "Is that so," he asks, and even he can hear the doubt and the amusement lacing his voice.

Fai tilts his head and looks at him from beneath his lashes. "Yep. Though, I'll have to admit, I expected your birthday to be in summer."

That makes Kurogane pause. "Why in summer?"

Fai shrugs, and sits up. Reaches over and refills both their cups. "I don't know. I just remember, the first time I saw you, you looked like how I imagined a summer's child from the books I used to read would look."

And well, Kurogane supposes it makes a strange sort of sense. "And you look nothing like the summer's child you are," he counters, downing his drink in one gulp.

It's Fai's turn to snort. "Summer's child by Nihon standards only, though. Or well. Not by Celes or Valeria standards anyway. Either way. Nothing about me screams summer, like nothing about you screams winter."

They drink again. And they enjoy the late afternoon chill, the scent of incoming snow, and the company of someone so beloved.

And Kurogane thinks, content, What a blessing.

[fuckthispost-andhappybirthday]

July 03: Happy Birthday Fay (Beanie Babies)!!!!

[music-crush]

Guillaume Du Fay

Happy birthday Flemish Renaissance composer Guillaume Du Fay!