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carewyncromwell · 5 months ago

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"Still harder getting up, getting dressed,

Living with this regret,

But I know if I could do it over,

I would trade, give away

All the words that I saved in my heart

That I left unspoken..."

~"What Hurts the Most (cover)" by State of Mine

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Inspired by a What-If? Prompt from @drinkyoursoupbitch:

If your OTP got together as grown-ups, give them that teenage dream first kiss full of all the yearning, clumsy choices, and awkward hands.

Read the original unraveling of this scene from Carion's canon! // Read more canon Carion content!

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Orion got up to practice on his own every morning. He'd always been an early riser from the time he was young, and there was often nothing more medicinal than having some time to just fly on his own, without having to worry about the stresses that came with being Slytherin Quidditch Captain.

Though in this case, perhaps it was the abrupt absence of that stress that made Orion so want to fly. Because as of three days ago, Orion had flown in his very last match at Hogwarts -- and, thanks in large part to Carewyn Cromwell's return to his team, they had finally achieved their long-sought goal of winning the Quidditch Cup. In fact, the Slytherin Quidditch team was set to accept the trophy later that very day.

A perfect ending to Orion's tenure at Hogwarts. It brought him some measure of peace, to know he'd finally seen his team reach their goal, and yet there was something restless in his soul. Something he could hardly put into words...

Orion tried to shrug this unease off same as his poncho as he set about flying around the goal hoops that muggy May morning. He'd just finished weaving through the last one when his eyes caught sight of it.

A Patronus, gleaming and white, shaped like a horse with long, beautiful wings that were spread wide as it galloped on thin air alongside him.

Orion's heart stopped.

His Patronus...? How could that -- ?

No. No, it couldn't be Orion's Patronus, when he hadn't cast the spell. So that had to mean...

Orion was barely conscious of how wide his dark eyes had become. The Abraxan Patronus's own silvery eyes seemed to consider him, before it turned and flapped off, back toward the commentary box.

And sitting in the box, holding her wand aloft, was Carewyn, dressed in a feathery white dress with a bright lipsticked smile.

Orion's heart felt like it had grown ten sizes, just seeing her. He hardly acknowledged just how quickly he flew over, nor how his entire expression had flooded with fondness and awe as he looked at her. All he really seemed to know was the overwhelming warmth that came with reaching her, even as her Patronus lingered behind her.

She was healed. She was all right.

"Carewyn Cromwell," he murmured, his mouth spreading into a full smile.

Carewyn beamed. "Good morning. Happy Ceremony Day."

"A very happy day it is," Orion agreed, "seeing you've recovered."

Orion was happy for it. He'd been so worried when she'd been hurt -- the anxiety attack he'd suffered was worse than anything he could remember.

"Mm. I'm not supposed to carry anything heavy or push myself too hard…and Chiara’s still going to have to make me Healing potions for the rest of the week…but I should be able to just take them at lunch and dinner now. And at least now I can actually wear what I want again – except at the ceremony, of course."

Carewyn's blue eyes sparkled in the light still coming off of her Patronus -- had they always been so bright? It made them look like moonbeams...blueish moonbeams, in the midst of broad daylight. Even her face, so soft and round, was as pale as the moon...

Had she...always been so beautiful, and he'd just never noticed...?

Carewyn's Patronus abruptly disappeared, and Orion suddenly realized that he'd completely zoned out.

"Orion?" said Carewyn. "Is something wrong?"

Orion offered her a placid smile. "Nothing is wrong. My mind merely...wandered away, for a moment, without my consent..."

And went skipping off into a daydream, he thought dryly. I didn't even know it could do that.

His eyes drifted over where Carewyn's Patronus had been, before trailing back over Carewyn's face. Her brows were lightly furrowed in concern and deep thought -- it made sweet little wrinkles crease in her temple, ones that made her almond-shaped eyes look that bit more piercing...beckoning...

At ease, Orion tried to rein in his brain again. You'll make her uncomfortable, staring so much.

Sure enough, Carewyn averted her eyes. Clearly the prolonged eye contact had taken her aback.

"...Well, perhaps that's because you've yet to eat something. One can hardly get ready for the day without a proper breakfast..."

She busied herself with taking off her wicker basket purse and unloading it of some pastries wrapped up in red and white checkered napkins and two bottles of Butterbeer.

Orion's expression immediately softened. That was so like Carewyn...thinking of everyone else's health and well-being before herself...

With an easy leap and a flick of his broom, he'd landed in the box, climbing the few stairs needed to reach her. Carewyn continued avoiding his eyes, but her shoulders still seemed to relax as he settled down beside her.

"I know Butterbeer's not exactly customary," she said in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Mum usually serves tea with her pikelets...but well, I figured Chiara wouldn't want me to aggravate my wound by lugging a whole tea service up here..."

"I can't say I've ever been much for custom, considering my life has never been built around it," Orion said with a smile. "In some sense you could say customs are merely rules of a significant age...and we Slytherins are well-known for having a disregard for rules, are we not?"

Carewyn giggled as she handed Orion his napkin-wrapped pastry. It was flat and covered in some sort of golden jam.

Orion considered it curiously -- Carewyn looked at him significantly as she held up her own.

"Here -- fold it so the apple compote doesn't fall out, and eat it like this."

Orion followed her lead, and was pleasantly surprised by how good it tasted.

"Mm...! This is good..."

His heart fluttered seeing just how proudly Carewyn beamed. He brought a hand up to brush his hair out of his face, even if it coincidentally obscured the rosiness of his expression.

"...You said this was your mother's recipe?" he asked.

Circulate air, restless heart. Carewyn has always been both kind and aesthetically pleasing, there's no need for this...

Carewyn nodded. "Yeah, Mum loves making pikelets in the morning. Not always with fruit -- sometimes she serves them with syrup. But she loves using fruit for special occasions...and well, I'd say today's certainly that."

Orion's eyes softened.

"Indeed it is. Especially because you will be there to accept the trophy with us."

My dream of seeing our team reach our goal would not have been complete without you.

Carewyn's face darkened in a slight blush, but her smile only broadened even as she bowed her head.

"...I'm just glad I could help," she said. "After how long and hard you worked to get the Cup -- how hard your whole team worked...you deserved to win, Orion."

She was trying to keep her posture proud, but Orion could see the shyness in her body language. It was...cute, in a strange way. Like a baby featherless Phoenix shaking off the ashes...

"Trust me, Carewyn," Orion said gently, "that without the hard work and loyalty you yourself put in, I would have nothing to celebrate. But because you did put them in, and because we got to achieve this victory together...I feel akin to a Seeker, having finally caught the Snitch. This gold we've won would've been out of reach forever, had you not beaten back the obstacles that sought to take it from us. And now I'm set to fly higher than any Abraxan, with the wind you've been under my wings."

Carewyn tried all the more to hide both her blush and the emotion in her expression. It wasn't quite smiling anymore -- now there was something almost bittersweet there.

"...Thank you, Orion," she murmured. "That really means a lot to me."

With a tap of her wand and a wordless spell, she opened the two Butterbeer bottles, handing the right bottle to Orion. The two then clinked the bottles together and then took a sip, looking out to the horizon.

Orion had always wanted Carewyn back on the Slytherin team, from the very moment she'd first left. The memory of their victorious first match together against Hufflepuff back in his fourth year was still one of the happiest in his life, ever after so long. Why, it'd even been the thing that helped him cast his own first Patronus earlier that year in Defense Against the Dark Arts...

The crowd cheering...Skye's whoops and Carewyn's happy, smiling face...that had been the thing that had flooded Orion's chest with enough light and hope to create a corporeal Patronus. A Patronus just like...

"Orion -- "

"Carewyn -- "

The two ended up speaking at the exact same moment completely by accident.

"Sorry -- you go ahead -- "

"Forgive me, I -- "

Orion found himself flushing darkly. Carewyn's face was pink too, but she offered him an encouraging smile.

"It's okay," she said, even as her eyes drifted away, "you go first."

Orion swallowed. Then, considering his words very carefully, he took a deep breath.

"...I merely wished to ask...about your Patronus. Has it...always taken that form?"

Carewyn blinked. Clearly she hadn't been expecting that.

"Yes," she said, confused. "Abraxans have always been my favorite magical creature, ever since I was little."

"...Really..."

Orion's eyes drifted away, but the corner of his lips seemed to twitch in a strange soft of smile.

Carewyn tilted her head at him, looking both confused and curious. When he caught her eye, Orion bowed his head, failing to obscure the broadening smile on his face.

"Forgive me, it's just...I'm quite fond of them too."

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows, smiling. "Yeah?"

"Yes. They are unique creatures. Beautiful, yes, but also...rare, in their spirit. Symbolic of light and wisdom -- of creativity and inspiration, of chasing the impossible. True, unbridled freedom..."

Carewyn's blue eyes seemed to shine.

"They really suit you, then," she said.

Orion looked up at her, surprised. Then his black eyes softened.

"...You think so?"

"Of course!" said Carewyn, the amusement in her voice tempered by its warmth. "You've always been so wise, Orion -- you've always been bright, creative, and ambitious. And you've always been a source of light for your team -- they love you with all of their hearts."

Her blue eyes became a little smaller.

"...You've always inspired people. You make people want to work hard and chase their gold, no matter how impossible it might seem. ...I don't know how Slytherin's team will ever be the same..."

She pushed down another bittersweet flicker from her face, instead putting on a braver smile as a flash of amusement danced through her eyes.

"...If I'm a Fire Crab for my temper," she teased, "then your lofty ideals definitely make you an Abraxan."

Orion couldn't bite back a laugh. It was very quiet, very hushed, and very short, and yet it made his heart swell up in his chest. His head fell as he tried to contain his amusement. Eventually he looked up at her, unable to suppress the bright, warm emotions from his face.

"...No...no, Carewyn Cromwell, you are no Fire Crab. Your Patronus proves that."

Carewyn laughed. "Why, because Fire Crabs can't cast Charms?"

But Orion merely smiled broadly.

"Cast the spell again," he told her.

Carewyn cocked her eyebrows.

"Please."

Still eying Orion suspiciously, Carewyn nonetheless raised her wand, holding it absently over her right shoulder.

"Expecto Patronum."

A cluster of white swirled around her shoulder, swelling up like a cloud that melded itself into the shape of an Abraxan Winged Horse with silvery gray eyes.

Carewyn waited for Orion to say something poetic or philosophical at the sight of it. Instead, though, Orion's smile only seemed to brighten as he too took out his own wand.

And when Orion looked deep into Carewyn's eyes, Carewyn saw something flickering at the back of them -- a memory of Orion learning the Patronus Charm himself...conjuring a misty shape with feathery wings...

The suspicion and amusement slid right off of Carewyn's face, to be replaced with shock.

"...You...?" she whispered.

Orion inclined his head ever-so-slightly to her, his black eyes serious.

"Expecto Patronum."

In an instant, a line of white smoke emerged from his own wand, swirling through the air until it had been weaved into a second beautiful, brightly shining Abraxan Patronus.

Carewyn watched in disbelief and awe as it landed behind Orion, its head arching over his shoulder as it sniffed the air. Carewyn's own Patronus extended its own neck over its owner's shoulder and gently touched noses with Orion's.

Carewyn and Orion both watched their Patronuses slowly faded away, before turning to look at each other. Both of their faces were flushed and they'd gone very quiet.

"...You..." Carewyn struggled to retain her composure. "...we...have the same Patronus."

"...Yes."

Orion's throat was very dry. It was painful when he swallowed.

"...I...know you don't believe in fate, Carewyn Cromwell," he said, trying very hard to keep his voice steady even though his heart and air intake were depriving him of his usual balanced speaking cadence. "I know that you won't want to invest time in anything frivolous so long as your brother is in danger, nor are you the type to settle for a person who would lean on superstition as a reason to pursue you. I know you and I are not so similar that I've developed romantic instincts, or that I will ever learn how to nest and settle, or that the futures we've dreamed up for ourselves would have any common ground at all..."

He had moved a bit closer to her when he'd bowed his head, but now he tried hard to look at her. Maybe if she looked into his eyes, she'd see through him, like she always had seemed to...

"...But right now I...I want to believe," he said softly. "Even if we're young and foolish -- even if we truly know nothing of the real world, even if I myself know nothing about love...I want to believe that this is real. Because the way I feel, right now...it makes me feel real. You've made my days better, just by being there. You've made my problems smaller, just by showing support. You've made Quidditch more fun, just by flying by my side. I cast my first Patronus in part because of the memory of you."

The words all came stumbling out in a stream of consciousness he couldn't suppress. It made Orion feel oddly vulnerable. Blind. Almost ashamed.

"...I look back," he said shakily, "and I...I'm amazed it took me so long to see it. I'm amazed it took me finding out we share a Patronus to see it. And during the match -- when you were hurt..."

Orion had to force himself to breathe. He inhaled and exhaled shakily.

"...it...frightened me...more than anything ever has. It still frightens me. Because I know you'll place yourself in danger as much as you have to, so long as your brother needs you. And as much as I could ask you to be safe...you wouldn't be the inspiring, brilliant Abraxan you are, if I tried to bind your wings."

Carewyn was left speechless. All she could do was stare. And yet through Orion's eyes, it seemed like she was getting everything she needed -- as if she could feel everything he could at this moment -- and it was overwhelming her. She even had to cover her face to obscure her emotions.

"Carewyn..."

Orion brought a hand down to her shoulder, wanting to comfort her, but as soon as he touched her, Carewyn's head immediately shot back up. She stared up at him, her flushed face stained with tears -- a sight that made Orion's heart ache.

"Oh, Carewyn, forgive me...forgive me, I didn't wish to -- "

Orion had been moving back, but he halted when Carewyn brought her hands up to hold his face.

"No," she said firmly. "No, Orion, you don't need to apologize."

She placed her forehead beside his, their noses touching just as their Patronuses had. Her red lips were curled up slightly, but trembling.

"...I just wish I was stronger," she murmured. "So I could protect you."

Orion's heart bled. Slowly he brought up his own hands and, very hesitantly, brought them on either side of Carewyn's face, cradling it as she was his.

"You, Carewyn Cromwell," he whispered beside her lips, "are the strongest person I know."

He paused.

"...Please...may I kiss you?"

Carewyn gave a choked laugh. "You practically already are."

"Practically is not actually," Orion said lightly. Then, through a darker flush, he added, "...Magizoologists say that Abraxans need forceful handling, but I cannot ascribe to that. I can't presume I have your permission."

Carewyn's eyes sparkled with fondness.

"You have it, Orion," she whispered.

And she pecked his lips.

Once Orion recovered, he swept in, capturing her mouth with his. He melted into Carewyn's arms as she brought them around him and stroked his hair -- he tried to copy her by burying his own hand into her hair, undoing her ponytail so he could tangle it into the strands. They kissed multiple times, a few long, but many short, and traded jokes and reassurance all the while. For truly, this was a bit frightening for both of them, however exciting it was.

Young love was scary. But courage could be love's most loyal friend.

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This was not how Carewyn and Orion ended up confessing to each other -- but it did serve to be one of many "what-if" scenarios that Orion fancied, back in the days before he fully came to grips with how in love he truly was with Carewyn...and, perhaps, always had been.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #my writing #aesthetic #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #my fanfiction #AU

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baronessblixen · 2 years ago

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You're The Only One For Me

Year of the OTP April prompts: "no, I'm not dating your brother" - peace - canon divergence - pranks

Set in season 8, wc: 1,191, fluff

tagging @today-in-fic

Her mother promised her a surprise. A big surprise. She mentioned it no less than four times on Friday when Scully confirmed she’d be here for tonight’s Sunday dinner. She tried to make her mother give her a hint, but she wouldn’t budge. Four children and decades of their pestering have made her immune to it.

Scully parks her car and maneuvers her ever-changing and growing body out of the driver seat. She fans herself, standing next to the car. She's way too warm even though she’s wearing a sundress. It’s a particularly warm late April and she’s not prepared. There are so many things she fears she’s not prepared for. Her hand wanders to her belly, but the baby is asleep. Unsurprisingly, because it kept her up half the night. Just like its dad.

She keeps her hand there as she thinks about Mulder. She called him, too, asking if he wanted to accompany her to her mother’s. She’d squeezed her eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d say yes. But he didn’t. All he said was that he already had plans and that he wished her a great weekend.

It’s been like this ever since he’s come back. Resurrected. Neither of them uses that word. It’s what Mulder’s therapist used once when she came to pick him up. She and Mulder shared a look, deciding that however they were going to deal with this, they would never use that word. He’s back. He’s alive. Mulder is, in many, many ways, his own X-File.

As she rings her mother’s doorbell, she wishes Mulder were here with her. She misses his hand on her back and his calming presence. She’s only just got him back and every moment she doesn’t spend with him feels like a waste.

“There you are, honey,” her mother says as soon as the door opens. Her warm, welcoming smile is a remedy for her out-of-control thoughts. “How are you? And my grandchild?”

“We’re good. Your grandchild is asleep after throwing a party during the night.”

“Just like his mother,” Maggie muses, winking at her daughter.

“I did that?” she asks, slipping out of her shoes. These days she dresses for comfort. With Mulder out of a job and her pregnancy, she knows there won’t be any unexpected calls, asking her for a consult or Mulder needing her expertise on a case. Part of her mourns these moments, too.

“Dana,” her mother says, putting her hands on her shoulder. “Remember how I told you I have a surprise for you?” If it weren’t for her mother’s smile, she’d be worried.

“You said it’s a big surprise.”

“Very. You won’t see it coming.”

“Mom, I know you mean well, but…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her mother is already dragging her into the living room. And there, in the middle of the room stands Charlie. Her baby brother Charlie. Tears spring to her eyes and she throws herself into his arms as if they were still kids, and she wasn’t pregnant.

“Give a guy some warning, Danes,” he says with a laugh, hugging her back. He’s not as tall as Bill and not as bulky, but he easily towers over her.

“I missed you,” she says into his shoulder. “You don’t call enough.”

“I hear phones work both ways,” he says. “Let me look at you. Got yourself knocked up, didn’t you?”

“Charlie,” their mom says warningly. “Be nice.”

“Ah, I’m just joking,” he says and Scully nods at him, understanding him. She can’t stop looking at him. His hair is longer than she’s ever seen it but still as auburn as ever. His eyes are smiling as much as his mouth. No matter how old he is, she still sees the small boy in him, the one that always followed his bigger siblings around, trying to get everyone’s attention by being funny.

“I have news, too, Dana,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’m in love.”

“You are?” She asks, sitting down on the couch. These days she can’t stand longer than a few moments before her feet start killing her.

“It was unexpected,” Charlie says. “Neither of us planned it. I wanted you to be here because, well, you know him.”

“I do?” Her eyes dart between Charlie and their mother, who is very obviously trying not to laugh. Or cry.

“You do,” Charlie says, holding out his hand, and then a man walks out of the kitchen. Scully expected a lot, but not this. Never this. Her heart soars before it crashes. She’s glad she’s sitting down because the man standing next to Charlie is Mulder.

Her Mulder.

“This is a joke, right?” Scully asks, looking at her mother, who is quiet, at Charlie, who has his hand on Mulder’s arm and finally at Mulder himself. He’s grinning. She knows that grin, has seen it so often over the years.

“Mulder?” She asks, her eyes filling with tears. The happiness she experienced only minutes ago when she saw Charlie has disappeared completely. None of what is happening before her eyes makes any sense at all.

“I wanted to surprise you.” That’s not a no, she realizes. Nausea unfurls in her stomach and she puts her hand there, overwhelmed. “Hey, Scully.” He walks to her, crouching in front of her and putting his hands on her knees. “You got me. No, I’m not dating your brother. That’s just a prank we came up with.”

“Well, it was just me,” Charlie says, smiling proudly. Scully throws her brother a look. “Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best idea.”

“You can come help me in the kitchen, Charles. Give Dana and Fox a moment.”

“You all right?” Mulder asks once they’re alone. He’s gently rubbing her knees. “I shouldn’t have gone along with it, huh? When your brother called and asked me to be here, I thought it was a good idea. He said you’d find it hilarious.”

“Maybe I would have,” she says, teary-eyed and huffing out a small laugh, “if I weren’t so hormonal.”

“I only have eyes for one redhead,” Mulder assures her softly. “There’s only one Scully I’m in love with.”

“It’s Bill Jr., isn’t it?” Scully jokes through her tears.

“You know me too well. Come here.” He gets up and gathers her in his arms. There’s that warmth she was missing. His love. His care. His protectiveness. “Do you like your surprise?” he asks, kissing her head. New tears gather in her eyes, but this time they’re from happiness. And from love.

“You being here? Yes, Mulder. Very much. But no more pranks.”

“Today or ever?”

“Today,” she says. They look at each other and to her surprise, there are tears in Mulder’s eyes too. There are so many things they need to talk about. Decisions they have to make. But tonight, they get to have a moment of peace. Together. With her family and as one of their own.

“You know,” Mulder says, taking her hand and kissing it, “maybe we can pull a prank on your brother instead?” Scully just laughs, feeling happy.

#and we're back to this happening on the last day #i refuse to give up on this thing #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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herstoriies · 2 years ago

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@reverdies

I have a few ship dynamics to throw into the ring

#IT THEM #otp: peace! i will stop your mouth #v: joie de paris #v: my center stage #reverdies #reverdies : javert

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myxcenterxstage · 5 years ago

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Would you believe these bickering dorks eventually get married? - art by myxcenterxstage

Aka any scene in Hello, Dolly! between Horace and Dolly perfectly fit in with our dear producer Javert and diva Priscilla in Madeleine’s Opera House!

@reverdies / @ferocioushonesty !! <3

#reverdies #ferocioushonesty #otp: peace! i will stop your mouth #v: joie de paris #its been too long since ive drawn these precious bickering cuties #myart #my art

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herstoriies · 2 years ago

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📋 a shopping list (for Aristide; wedding shenanigans? Or their home? I just want to see how many pearls he's going to clutch)

𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 + accepting!

Oh, the delights of getting to know one another all the more during the time in the awaitful anticipation of tying the knot. And when the bride-to-be is a star diva.

The “shopping list” endearingly given to Javert looked more like a full-page letter than an itemized list:

Dearest Aristide, An ocean of ‘Merci’ for taking care of this while I must away today. It’s only a brief errand, mon loup~ which I have done many a run similar myself. And, to set your pragmatic heart at rest, I have done the sufficient fund’s calculations. Yes I can learn a thing or two from such a numerical one as you! With all my love, I already look forward to seeing you again later on. - Priscilla

• The Art Studio next to Le Cafe Musain. My friend & artiste M. Enjolras has a painting he’s done that I had posed for years ago for supplemental income. I have recently purchased it to remove it from his galerie. It is… rather personal as it is artistic, you’ll see.

• House of Worth, 7 Rue de la Paix. Your little feline friend shall remember this dress of mine that was tattered by its claws, now with some alterations and a pair of ivory (not ecru) gloves. M. Charles Worth has also been asking for your measurements. I’ve also arranged for him to show you some select lace trim options for my gown on that special day~ I look forward to knowing later if any are to your liking.

• A feathered hat from my milliner.

• The quaint general store on the Boulevard du Maine: - English tea - the tin box of chocolates - herbes de provence - a jar of la confiture de fraises - la baguette, du vin, des oeufs, du fromage, the usual (and of course, I insist you buy something for yourself as well!)

• Next door: My needlework box that I commissioned for the lid to have “A & P” engraved should be ready, as well as a pair of embroidered pillows.

• That photographer down the road near the florist shoppe: do their photographs’ quality (for our portraits) appear worth the advertised price?

• Across the way: There's a 'writing machine' (type-writer?) in the window display - would that be of use to you?

• By then the Marketplace should still be open to finding all the necessary ingredients for tonight’s supper: Boeuf Bourguignon.

♡

@reverdies

#v: joie de paris #reverdies #otp: peace! i will stop your mouth #reverdies : javert #I LOVE THEM #i had way too much fun with this #WEDDING PLANNING !!! :D #HOME MAKING !!! :D #I wrote this completely envisioning Aristide as the quintessential beau carrying in his arms a small tower of his beloved's shopping boxes #of course he’s practical so if the errands were done with a few trips back to the house it would not be so but STILL #😂🤣👍✨👏#Also yes that painting of Pris is more on the … artistic amount of skin showing side xD but it’s just her back and part of her side #And she’s just wrapped in an oriental silk fabric #and her face is mostly away so it’s not identifiable unless you /know/ her #also House of Worth wedding dress in the works ooooo!#Also I giggled how detailed some of the items are and then there's ... the feathered hat #Or how she just expects him to know the recipe ingredients needed #CUTENESS #<3

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myxcenterxstage · 5 years ago

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“Seeing Eye To Eye” - art by myxcenterxstage

When the Smol vs Tol fights emerge, what is the solution? To stand up on a chair to get up in their face, that’s what! Bonus points: It’s so silly they both burst out laughing and stop fighting!

I wish I could find the original tumblr post that inspired this art...but it basically went along the lines of: “Whenever my parents get into a fight, my 4′11 mom has to stand up on a chair to get in my 6′4 dad’s face, neither can hold a straight face any longer and just burst out laughing and stop fighting. This is why they’ve been married so long.”

@reverdies

#myart #my art #illustration #art #otp: peace! I will stop your mouth #v: joie de paris #reverdies #ferocioushonesty

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myxcenterxstage · 6 years ago

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Birds of Paradise / Trade Winds of Fate: “We’re Engaged~!” - art by myxcenterxstage

Forever is a long time. But I wouldn't mind spending it by your side. Tell me everyday I get to wake up to that smile. I wouldn't mind it at all. - I Wouldn't Mind by He Is We

( They did the thing @ferocioushonesty ...!! )

#ferocioushonesty #otp: peace! i will stop your mouth #Me: But Priscilla... that’s not how you pose for photos in the Victorian era...#Pris: I’m too much in love to even care!#myart #my art #I can finally post this XD #I originally drew the start of this weeks ago and finally found the inspiration time and reason to post this now <3 #I love them so much <3 #the cuties <3 #precious cuties <3

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writtenonreceipts · 3 years ago

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39. Avoiding the mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get the otp there.

From the Christmas prompts, for Feysand. I lovee your writing

I love you nonny! I'm still in drabble mode as I avoid feeling anything this holiday season. here we are its not edited even though i am on my laptop again. hehehe...

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"Merry Christmas!" Mor screeched into Feyre's ear the second she'd walked through the door.

Feyre staggered as Mor nearly knocked her over. The blonde was always one for giving affection and the holidays (combined with copious amounts of alcohol) merely enhanced the trait.

"How much have you had to drink?" Feyre chuckled as she pried herself from her friends arms.

"I'm the hostess, I've drunk half the bar," Mor said matter-of-factly. She swept Feyre into the apartment that was already full of people and decorations streaming from every corner of the kitchen and living-room.

Chuckling, Feyre accepted a glass of something sure to be brimming with alcohol.

She really hadn't expected anything of the holidays. Ever since her parent's deaths she and her sisters had blissfully ignored this time of the year. Until Feyre had met Mor. And Mor loved the holidays. She loved family. She loved giving gifts. Everything.

It was a miracle that she and Feyre ended up being friends.

"Stand right here," Mor ordered, "I'm gonna get you another drink. You have to catch up."

Rolling her eyes, Feyre sipped on her drink and tried to let herself settle into the mood of being around people. It wouldn't be so bad--Alis was here and there was Emerie who had recently started dating Mor.

She made a step to go talk with Alis when the giant hulking form of Cassian sidled up to her.

"Feyre!" he yelled as he threw an arm around her to keep her close. "You made it!"

"Hey Cass," she chuckled. She made to move away but Cassian kept her close.

"I thought you weren't coming," he said. And Feyre knew he was at least three drinks into the night. She wondered vaugely if Nesta would made an appearance and how that would change his demeanor.

"Mor threatened me," Feyre said honestly.

Again she tried to slip away but Cassian's hold held firm. It wasn't that her friend made her uncomfortable. The opposite really, Cassian had a way of making her feel like one of the family. A feeling that she had always earned for.

"How's work going?" Cassian asked. Feyre cocked her head, it was a strange question. Usually the first thing out of his mouth was something about Nesta.

"It's fine," Feyre said, "Beron's making everything miserable.

"Bastard," Cassian agreed.

The front door opened again and Feyre caught sight of the one person Feyre had been dreading to see. Rhysand. The man that she had many a strange run-ins with. He was a few years older than her and for some reason Feyre'd always been infatuated with him. Granted he was tall, tanned skin, violet eyes, and cheek bones.

But he was also arrogant, pig-headed, and stubborn.

Again, Feyre eased away from Cassian, but before he could stop her she'd made it a few steps away to talk with Emerie.

Anything to get away a potential run in with Rhys. Because she always made a fool of herself in front of him. Despite how much he annoyed her on most occasions, she was always infatuated.

Emerie talked about her little shop where she sold trinkets and goodies to tourists to Valeris, exclaiming more than once that she'd needed to find a helper for the holidays.

Every so often Emerie grabbed her arm keeping Feyre in place while they spoke.

When Rhysand made his way over to them, being dragged by Mor, Feyre slipped away to find Tarquin.

And so it continued for another hour.

When Feyre finally found a moment of peace, she'd imagined that she managed to sulk way without anyone left to disturb her.

"You're avoiding me." Rhysand managed to sneak up beside her, nearly causing Feyre to spill her second (third?) drink of the night.

She met his violet eyes. Okay, maybe she was. But with someone as attractive as him who she'd known for years, who she would admit to having a small (giant) crush on--all Feyre could do was avoid.

"Maybe I like being social and talking to people," she said.

Rhys snorted a laugh. "Like hell."

Rolling her eyes, Feyre took a long sip of her drink. Crap, this might actually be her fourth drink.

"Why so desperate to talk to me?" she asked. "I thought I''m too stubborn for your tastes."

He smirked and was about to say something when Mor popped up, phone in hand.

"Gotcha!" Mor yelled. She kept her phone trained on Rhys and Feyre. "Look up!"

Feyre felt a bit of dread roiling in her stomach as she looked up. Dangling from a string was a giant wad of mistletoe. And, as Feyre looked around, she found several other bunches of mistletoe handing throughout the apartment.

Hell. Feyre knew she shouldn't have told Mor about the stupid crush on Rhys.

When she looked over at Rhys she found him looking at her a spark in his eyes.

"You gotta kiss, those are the rules," Mor reminded them.

Cassian howled and ran over, his own phone in hand too. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!"

Rhysand quirked a brow and Feyre scowled. Then before either of them could think too much about it, Feyre surged on her tip toes and caught Rhys' lips with hers.

She meant it to be something quick. Something light. Something easy and noncommittal. But the second their mouths collided Feyre felt that spark shooting through each of her nerves. When Feyre made to pull away, Rhys' arms wrapped around her pulling her tighter against the hard contours of his body.

Well. This was delightful.

Feyre found her self melting against him and deciding that this was a fine way to spend the holiday.

Amid catcalls and hoots of laughter, Feyre and Rhys finally parted--much to her chagrin.

"Merry Christmas," Rhys murmured.

She quirked a smile and chuckled. "You're still an ass."

Rhys laughed and rolled his eyes before pulling her in for another kiss.

#feysand #drabbles #feysand drabble #rhys x feyre #feyre archeron #rhysand

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myxcenterxstage · 5 years ago

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@reverdies

#ferocioushonesty #reverdies #otp: peace! i will stop your mouth #👀#::eyes emoji::#{ all the world's my queue } | queue

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kittlesandbugs · 2 years ago

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HEARTBREAK (good luck) (can't wait to see what you do with the OTP questions there)

favorite thing about them

They are an eldritch abomination that I know we haven't seen the last of.

least favorite thing about them

They are an eldritch abomination that I know we haven't seen the last of.

favorite line (gonna go with what hits hardest for Riley's HB...)(read more for tw suicide)

It tastes like inevitability, the way you raise the suddenly light weapon towards your own head. Can't stop here. Have to end it all. Erase everything.

You make sure the setting is turned to maximum, your body suddenly moving easily now that you have surrendered to entropy. Why fight? Why care? At the maximum setting, it should be enough to fry your brain, right?

That was all anyone was ever interested in, anyway.

Might as well ruin all their plans.

Ruin everything.

The gun tastes like metal in your mouth.

brOTP

Heartbreak and the gun

OTP

Heartbreak and the gun a few more times

nOTP

Heartbreak and Sidestep lol

random headcanon

Until proven otherwise, I think they're somehow related to Sidestep because of the matching eye color thing. Maybe another batch or something... maybe something HG related...(since they also look very Sidestep and share the same eye color)

unpopular opinion

IDK if this is unpopular but uh. Riley will likely not be trying to make peace with them in any potential future encounters...

song i associate with them

MNQN - What have you become

favorite picture of them

I don't have one :D

#antigonick #oc ask meme #heartbreak #you're hilarious lol #thank friend!!!

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tonguetiedraven · 3 years ago

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I think your writing is amazing! I've read most of your stuff on AO3 & just finished your love notes story, which was so sweet 😭

If you're accepting prompts, how about bonrin with 7 or 20 from the "50 things to imagine your otp doing" prompt list? I do love that good hurt/comfort

Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoy my stories, and I had a lot of fun with that one. Blushy Bon is one of my favorite things, and Rin deserves all the sweet notes <3<3

I absolutely accept prompts :D

*reads the prompts and promptly gets heart eyes * How about 7 and 20? They work so well together!

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Fandom: Ao No Exorcist/Blue Exorcist

Pairing: Bon/Rin

Prompt: Comforting after a nightmare, and hiding your face in their neck to block out the world.

Bon was studying, or he would have noticed the moment Rin’s breathing stopped being all soft and steady.

It was common for Rin to fall asleep when they had study dates. Bon always ended up studying longer than his boyfriend could, and typically that just meant that they’d do about an hour of their homework together, and then Rin would either read a manga, play a video game, or sleep.

It was obvious right from the start that it was going to be sleep today. Konekomaru and Shima were studying with them, and the chants they had set to play seemed to knock Rin right out.

Rin tended to slouch forward when he slept. His head would always tilt to the left, his mouth would pop open, and he’d release breathy little snuffles that weren’t quite a snore, and mostly sounded like he had some sort of allergy that gave him a stuffy nose.

He’d also drool copious amounts.

Where once the sight of sleeping Rin had filled Bon with unspeakable annoyance and anger, it now brought a surge of something protective and tender in his chest. Especially since Rin had curled up on his side with his head in Bon’s lap.

Playing with Rin’s hair while he read was strangely relaxing, especially with the chants. He was tapping his pen in time to the background music, flipping through the pages in search of the last bit of information he needed, when the peaceful moment was broken with a tiny whimper.

It was a quiet noise, but it was out of place enough to draw Bon’s attention. His gaze dropped to his snoozing boyfriend, and he could see Rin’s eyes twitching under his lids. His expression had gone tight, and his breathing didn’t sound slow and steady anymore. It sounded stressed. Too quick and a bit shallow, almost like he was scared and couldn’t catch his breath.

The protective and tender thing in Bon’s chest roared to life as he realized what it had to be. A nightmare. His sweetly sleeping boyfriend was being attacked by a nightmare. He had no idea if it was because of trauma, some chemical imbalance, or the demonic heritage, but Rin had terrible nightmares, and he had them a lot.

Rin whimpered again. He sounded small, terrified, and pained.

“Hey,” Bon called softly, trying not to acknowledge the immediate panic that always rose when Rin was suffering a nightmare. Rin was never easy to wake and the panic made it hard to focus on waking Rin up calmly and not upsetting him more than he already was. Whatever had him was scaring him, possibly hurting him, and Bon wasn’t going to let it continue. Not when it didn’t have to. He might not be able to stop all the bad things in their waking life, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to let a dream hurt his boyfriend.

Rin whimpered a little louder. His tail thrashed through the air, and he shoved an arm forward, nearly clocking Bon on the jaw. He caught the flailing fist and reached down to cup Rin’s cheek. His features were starting to twist as his demon side came out from the fright of whatever he was dreaming.

“Rin,” he dodged another blow, and now the others were aware that something was wrong, but Bon didn’t notice, “Rin, Sunshine, can you hear me?”

Rin started to cry.

Horror shot through Bon like a bullet to his gut. His body jerked forward, tugging Rin closer in panic.

“Please— NO!”

Forget waking gently.

“Rin!” He nearly snapped the word, worry making his throat too tight to be gentle. “Wake up!’ He pat Rin’s cheek, shaking him a little as Rin’s tail and hair ignited. The flames were uncomfortably warm, which meant he only had a few moments before Rin started catching things on fire, namely, him.

“Rin!”

Waking with a sob, Rin shot up and stared around the room like he didn’t recognize it. The flames were flaring over his body, as he gasped, and that was when he noticed Bon. He sobbed again and flung his arms around Bon’s neck.

“Shh,” his arms wrapped around his boyfriend, a frantic sort of panic churning his stomach as he tugged Rin closer. “I’ve got you, babe. You’re safe. I’m here.”

“Ryuuji—” Rin hiccuped, trembling as he curled himself against Bon, climbing into his lap and clinging like it would be painful to put any distance between them. He tucked his face against Bon’s neck, his breaths shuddery against Bon’s skin, his tail tucking around his legs in fright.

Rin was practically burrowing against him. He was pressing his nose, eyes, mouth, and as much of his ears against Bon as he possibly could. It was something that didn’t happen too often, and that just made him firm his hold on Rin and tilt his own head over his boyfriend. Rin was trying to block out his senses or drown them with Bon. Whatever that nightmare had been, it was a bad one.

Bon hefted them both off the ground and onto the bed with a soothing noise, rubbing circles into Rin’s back as his boyfriend tried to press his face further against Bon’s neck. He could feel Rin taking frantic little breaths, inhaling his scent and trying to calm himself with it.

Shima’s eyes were huge. “What’s—”

Both his friends were gawking at them in shock. He leveled a glare at them. He’d pummel either of them if they did anything to upset Rin right now. ‘Shut up!’ He mouthed, still rubbing Rin’s back as he pushed and slid himself further back on the bed. He didn’t stop until his back was against the wall.

Rin started mumbling into his shirt, half-broken words he couldn’t make out as he trembled in Bon’s arms. He wouldn’t move his face. It felt like he was trying to hide himself. To keep everything else away. What the hell had he dreamed?

Their audience was still gawking, and Bon didn’t have the patience for it. “Can you guys give us some space?” He kept his tone gentle, but he leveled his hardest glare so they’d know this wasn’t actually a request, it was an order.

Konekomaru got the idea first and scrambled to his feet. He made it halfway to the door before he realized Shima hadn’t followed. He returned to Shima, grabbed his shoulder, and tugged until Shima was getting to his feet and following him out.

“Okay,” Bon said once the door was shut, “it’s just us now, babe. You okay?” Rin shook his head, still refusing to move his face from Bon’s neck. He could feel tears making his skin damp. “What can I do to help?”

Rin mumbled something he couldn’t make out.

This was another reason to hate nightmares. They made Rin feel small and vulnerable. They made him feel like he wasn’t safe, and it wasn’t like he’d had a chance to protect himself from whatever had happened. He’d been asleep. You couldn’t fight a dream.

Bon would certainly have punched Rin’s nightmares by now if you could fight a dream. He’d kick the hell out of them.

The chants were still playing, though they were quiet next to the loud, hitching breaths Rin was taking, so he did the only thing he could think of. He held Rin close, rocking a little from side to side, and began to murmur along with the chants. He tucked his head over Rin’s, closing his eyes and focusing on keeping his own breathing even as he cuddled his boyfriend.

Several long minutes or more later— time lost a bit of meaning in moments like that — Rin tilted his head slightly, just enough to free his mouth from Bon’s shirt.

“It… it was that night,” he whispered like it was some kind of confession.

Bon didn’t need to ask to know what Rin was referring to. Only one night had been horrible enough to earn that description. Nothing could pass the night Shirou died.

Rin sighed and curled closer. “But worse?”

How the hell had it been made worse? Damn dreams. Couldn’t they give Rin a few minutes peace? He already carried the guilt of that night everywhere.

“You don’t have to tell me about it.” He shifted their position a little so they were reclined. It took him a moment to find the blanket and tug it over them. Rin stayed curled up against his chest, head resting on Bon’s shoulder. “But I’m here if you want to.”

Rin tangled their legs together and wrapped his arms around Bon’s middle in a tight hug. “It wasn’t just dad this time.” Rin’s fingers dug into his back. Bon hugged him back just as tightly. “He was torturing you and Yukio. There was so much blood, and you were screaming. Yukio wasn’t breathing, and—”

“That didn’t happen. We’re here. We’re fine.” He didn’t want Rin focusing on those horrible images. They’d be harder to forget if he did.

He hated when the nightmares used him to hurt Rin.

Rin hid his face again. “I know, but it was so real.” His words were muffled against Bon’s shirt, but still clear enough to understand.

“It wasn’t. This is real.” He pressed a kiss to Rin’s hair. “Want me to call Yukio for you? Let you hear him?”

Rin shook his head. “No. Don’t wanna bug him.”

“He’d understand.” Especially if he knew it had been a nightmare. They all knew how horrible nightmares could be.

Rin shifted a little, freeing his face and tilting it up towards Bon. His eyes were red from crying, and a little red from his demonic side. “No, this is… this helps.”

Bon shifted one hand to Rin’s hair and kept the other wrapped firmly around Rin’s back. He teased the slightly blue locks gently, rubbing at Rin's scalp in a way he knew his boyfriend found calming. Rin succumbed to the soothing sensation and relaxed against him. His tail gave a weak thump, finally untucking itself from Rin’s leg.

"We're just gonna rest here for a bit," Bon decided, keeping his voice low, "then we're gonna get something really unhealthy and tasty for dinner, and we're gonna watch that anime you love."

Rin tried to hide his face, but Bon could still see his small smile in response to that suggestion.

"No homework?"

"Yes homework. After dessert."

Rin laughed. It was a little wet, but it was still a laugh. "And here I was hoping you'd forget."

"Not forgetting is kinda my thing. Don't worry," he nuzzled his cheek against Rin's hair, "I'll help you with it."

Rin sighed in a jokingly dramatic way, and shifted so he wasn't curled in on himself quite as much. It was a good sign that the nightmares hold was beginning to fade.

“Can we have ice cream?”

Even without the nightmare, Bon would have a hard time saying no to those big blue eyes. “If that’s what you want.”

Rin’s tail gave a happy thump against the bed. Bon would text Konekomaru and Shima in a bit and let them know everything was fine. He’d text Yukio the dinner plans and ask him to stop by at some point so Rin could see he was fine. He’d help Rin finish his homework, and probably eat far too much junk food.

But for now he would hold Rin until he felt safe and strong again. ---------- A/N: Like most of my stuff, this went a little longer than I meant xD Thank you SO MUCH for the ask <3 Check this story out on AO3 here

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myxcenterxstage · 5 years ago

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@reverdies !!!!!! <3

Best friends

Juniper and Moose

#otp: peace! i will stop your mouth #reverdies #ferocioushonesty #i love them #SO MUCH

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years ago

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with you, i’m home

summary: After a stressful week Riza surprises Roy with dinner

an: valentine's day is the day for the otps. it’s been a been a hell of a month already but i’m quickly coming back just to post some royai fluff

rated: g | words: 1584 | tags: fluff, domestic fluff, domestic, romance

read on: ao3 | ffnet

Sleep had claimed Roy for a quick nap that evening after returning home from work. It had been a long week, but a productive one. Now, on this Friday evening, he was looking forward to relaxing for the rest of the weekend. Roy had no plans - except from one - and intended to keep it that way, starting with some rest for half an hour or so before making dinner.

However he was jerked roughly from his half-asleep state by a sharp knock at the door. Grumbling at the interruption, Roy rose from his couch and almost fell over a stack of books near his door.

“Hello, sir.” Riza stood on the other side of the door, giving him a warm smile.

He blinked tiredly, trying to rid himself of the cobwebs in his mind and also to determine if he was dreaming or not. He hadn’t expected to see her at all. “Hello, Lieutenant.”

There was a quiet bark down by her feet from Hayate. His tongue lolled happily from his mouth as he smiled up at Roy.

“Hello to you too, Hayate,” he greeted before turning back to the Lieutenant. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I come as a friend. We were passing by and I thought I would stop in and see you.”

His expression softened.

“Were you asleep?” Her smile dropped, features turning to concern as she eyed him closely.

Roy shook his head. “I just lay down for a couple of minutes before you knocked. I wasn’t asleep though.” A cool blast of air breezed into his apartment, making him shiver. “Would you like to come inside?”

Her bright smile made his heart flutter and his breath catch in his throat.

“Thank you, sir.” Bending at the waist, she picked up a brown paper bag that had been at her feet. “Apologies for interrupting your sleep, though.”

Roy waved her off. He’d take seeing Riza over a nap any day. “There’s nothing to worry about. I probably shouldn’t anyway,” he smiled sheepishly, thinking about how he may not sleep that night if he napped now. “What have you brought with you?”

Riza stepped inside as he closed and locked the door behind her. “Well, I have a proposition for you after the long week we’ve had.”

“Oh?”

She lifted the bag and gestured towards it. “Dinner?”

He blinked at her. The Lieutenant was full of surprises this evening. “Dinner,” he echoed back to her, wondering if he’d heard her correctly.

Riza nodded. “Yes,” she replied casually, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “You mentioned you wanted to try out a new recipe on Tuesday so I picked up some ingredients and brought them over.”

He just continued to stare at her, stunned.

“If I’m imposing, I can leave. That’s not a problem. I understand and don’t want to interrupt your plans –”

“No.”

Riza halted, pausing at the sudden interruption. “I’m sorry?”

Recovering, Roy collected himself as his brain finally caught up with what was happening. “Don’t leave,” he clarified “please. You… You brought me dinner?”

“I thought it might be a nice way for us both to unwind. Plus, it’s been a stressful time recently and someone needs to make sure you’re eating properly. I’ve seen how many cups of coffee you’ve consumed in a day, sir,” she added, “and you need sustenance, not caffeine.”

He still couldn’t quite believe it. She’d been so thoughtful and had picked up and noticed something he’d mentioned in a passing comment. Even Roy couldn’t remember mentioning the recipe.

God, he loved this woman. So much.

His approach was sudden and slightly unexpected for Riza. Her expression was quizzical as she wondered what he was up to, but her eyes popped open wide when he gently cupped her face within his hands and lowered his lips to hers.

Their kiss was slow and tender. He poured every ounce of love he felt for her into it as he stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. When Riza sighed into their kiss, Roy’s heart soared.

“Thank you,” he breathed, only pulling far enough away so that he could move his lips freely.

“You’re welcome, sir –”

“No,” he interrupted, kissing her again. His hands lowered from her face to wrap tightly around her back. He hugged her close to his body yet felt like he couldn’t get close enough.

Her expression was puzzled once more after she pulled away for breath. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for support. “No?”

“Not ‘sir’,” he clarified. “Not tonight.”

Her hand lifted to cup his cheek while the softest smile spread across her face. “All right, Roy.”

* * *

Dinner was beautiful. They’d enjoyed cooking it together, laughing and chatting away about simple things, rather than work. It was not lost on Roy how domestic the scene was, and it was all because of Riza. She’d been so good to him this week at the office, keeping him on track and keeping him motivated, and this gesture finished the week perfectly.

With full stomachs they retreated to his couch. He grasped her hand in his as they walked the short distance. Just before they sat down, Roy lifted their joined hands and grinned, twirling Riza in place slowly as if they were dancing. Her laugh was delightful, so light, and full of joy.

Roy lay down and positioned himself against the back of the couch. He pulled Riza’s body tight against his, leaving her facing outwards. With his arm around her waist, he held on tight while she lightly caressed the skin of his wrist. Hayate made himself comfortable across from them, in front of Roy’s disused fireplace, yawning quietly. His head lowered to his paws and his eyes closed with a contended sigh.

“What are you thinking?” Roy angled his head and pressed a kiss to the side of her head, just behind her ear.

“Nothing in particular,” she replied lightly. “What about you?”

“How happy I am.”

There was a beat of silence. Riza motioned to move and Roy removed his arm from around her, already mourning the loss of her in his embrace. However, she didn’t go far. Roy moved to prop himself up on his elbow, to watch. Riza rolled over and cuddled in closer. Her body curled into his, so her head fit into the space between his elbow and his chest.

“I’m happy too,” she admitted with a soft sigh.

Roy grinned down at her.

“Tonight was lovely.”

Roy repositioned himself to be more comfortable. He leaned against the back of the couch so Riza’s face could remained pressed close to his chest. “All because of you.” Lightly, he stroked her cheek with the back of her knuckles, causing Riza to sigh quietly.

“I wanted it to be a nice surprise.”

Roy chuckled. “It was the best surprise. I can assure you.”

“Good,” she hummed, pleased.

“So you weren’t just passing by then, were you?”

Riza shook her head. “I always planned on coming over with dinner. Whether you would want me to stay or not, I wasn’t sure, but you still needed a decent meal in you, regardless. So at the very least I would have dropped the ingredients off and been on my way.”

As she spoke, Roy started to run his hands through her short hair. “I would never turn you away. You brightened up my evening immensely.”

In response, Riza dipped her head and curled in closer to him, making him smile. Roy continued to run his hands through her hair as he basked in the warmth and comfort she always brought him. As time passed, she gripped his t-shirt between her thumb and forefinger, holding onto it as she occasionally voiced with quiet sighs how relaxing his ministrations were.

“Your hair is so soft,” he murmured.

Riza hummed underneath him. Her eyes had closed as she became more relaxed.

“What if I told you I had planned on conveniently passing by your apartment tomorrow evening with my own agenda?”

Riza’s head tipped back so she could see his face. Her expression was so loving, and her eyes were sparkling with elation. It was one of the most beautiful sights Roy had ever seen.

“Really?”

“I thought about dinner too.”

Riza chuckled, dipping her head back down. “Great minds,” she murmured into his chest.

“Great minds, indeed,” Roy agreed with a quiet laugh.

“You’d do that for me?”

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation. “I would be happy to.”

The kiss she initiated was as loving as the one he’d given her earlier. It caused pure joy to course through his veins, leaving his body feeling lighter and his soul more at peace.

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“You’re welcome,” he smirked. He pecked her lips before speaking again. “And I thought you only came here as a friend?” His teasing was light in response to their kiss.

Her answer to his question was to wrap an arm around his back, holding onto him tightly. Roy lowered himself down from his elbow. The muscles of his shoulders cramped and protested at the movement, but he didn’t care. As he lay down he pulled her flush against his body, tucking his arm underneath her neck and curling it around her head. Riza’s eyes fluttered closed as they made their own cocoon of warmth, with both their heads bowed together, foreheads touching.

Here, in her embrace, Roy felt at peace. He was home.

#royai #royai fic #royai fanfic #royai oneshot #emma writes #peace out again y'all and enjoy your weekend and upcoming week <3 #likes and reblogs are much appreciated :)) ✨

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