#that is unfortunately NOT the handkerchief i want so terribly

[cloversdreams]

i said i needed more and welp,,,,,,,, the collection grows

[arent-i-the-fairest]

Can I request Rollo going on a Valentine's Day "date" with MC and having fun like an old married couple all the while the boys, and maybe even the staff, are screaming in denial?

𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

author’s note : aaaa ok so, i wanted to make one of those big posts i do sometimes (where i include every nrc boy with hcs for each one) y’know, for a valentines special— but that didn’t work so we’re spending valentines with rollo instead (with a small mention of the nrc boys being jealous. probably punching walls and crying) (plus the staff being concerned dads)

—takes place in that one theory au thingy where rollo lives with you in ramshackle :) happy valentines day!

the week before valentines day has been.. suffocating.

gifts and requests to be your valentine have been coming in like crazy. the desk in your room has become a mess, crowded with flowers, letters, and all sorts of sweets that all pile on top of each other.

all of them, you’re flattered to have received, but unfortunately don’t really want. you already have your eyes on someone, and it’s not anyone that’s already asked you out.

“you have quite the amount of admirers, prefect.” rollo acknowledges the large mound of items, sifting through it with your permission. he grimaces at all the love letters you’ve gotten. “do you reciprocate any of their feelings?”

you shake your head, and he lets out a small sigh of relief, glad to know he hasn’t lost you to anyone.

as rollo turns his attention back to looking through the pile, you’re hyping yourself up, trying to channel the confidence of everyone who confessed to you combined. with just one day before valentines, you’ve gotta shoot your shot now.

there’s nothing to lose, right?

“i’ve been thinking,” you start. you almost consider chickening out when you meet eyes with rollo. he’s so unintentionally intimidating with his soulless (but pretty) eyes. “since neither of us have a valentine.. we should be each others. i-if you wanna be! totallyokayifyoudon’twantto—”

“i’d like that.” he interjects. he covers up his quickly reddening face, but you can still spot some blush on the tips of his ears. you hardly pay attention to it though since you’re too busy silently celebrating.

“it’s decided then.” you giggle. rollo nods, lowering his handkerchief to reveal a soft smile, looking uncharacteristically adorable.

you’d just have to try and keep this a secret from the other boys. they’d probably hate him even more if they found out about this, and you’d die if all the forced getting-along you made them do went to waste.

you actually thought you’d be able to keep your “date” hidden, but then you told grim about it— a terrible mistake.

the biggest rule in the book : never trust grim to keep his mouth closed.

the first people he blabbed to was ace and deuce, who spread the word to the rest of the first years, who spread it to their dorm leaders— and not before long, the rest knew. even the staff managed to get word of it too.

the boys were, as you’d expected, sulky. you chose rollo over him? did rollo go against what he constantly preaches and cast a spell on you?

they all go about their days valentine-less and ill tempered thinking about you and rollo being all lovey-dovey.

meanwhile, the staff are somewhat worried. rollo has no intentions of harming you, they’re aware. but the thought of (what might as well be) their child becoming romantically involved with someone who tried to strip the world of magic has them feeling troubled.

you and rollo are completely oblivious to any of this, though. at least until you get back from your date out at the town.

“so this is the town,” rollo says. “i’ve never had a chance to come down here until today.”

“hehe. what do you think? isn’t it nice down here?”

he nods, eyes scanning all the different buildings until they stop and linger on a bakery. a patisserie, to be exact. through the window, there are several sweets and baked goods on display, and he’s got his eye right on the croissants. you follow where he’s looking and giggle.

“wanna go to that patisserie?” you ask.

“if you don’t mind.”

after purchasing a croissant per rollo’s silent request, you two sit on a bench. he rips the good, giving you the bigger half and you thank him.

“this reminds me of that time at the trip!” you hum. “you were showing me around and we stopped by that bakery to buy a croissant, we even split it and ate it on a bench exactly like we are right now.”

“i remember. it’s perhaps the only moment of the symposium i look back fondly on.”

of course, that’s a lie. every moment at the symposium he shared with you is a moment he looks back fondly on. he’d feel far too embarrassed to say it out loud though.

“it’s such a simple, but sweet memory.”

“the way you’re reminiscing it almost makes it feel as though this was ages ago.”

“i know i know, this was just a little over a month ago. but it’s kind of crazy to me.” you smile. rollo tilts his head, nonverbally asking you to explain. “what i meant by that was.. it feels like we’ve known each other for much longer than a measly little month and a half. don’t you think?”

for what feels like the millionth time to rollo, he gets flustered. even more so when you put your hand on top of his.

but he ponders your question. it really does feel like you’ve known each other for far longer. it’s odd to him how quickly he warmed up to you— rollo’s never been one to get along easily with others. and with that, he’s never been one to open up easily either. but you were able to crack his shell.

“i agree.” he slowly smiles. “happy valentines day, prefect.”

[syrupsyche]

In honour of our favourite group of men finally entering the story, I'll fish out 1-2 quotes I love about each man from this chapter.

Enjolras

"Enjolras was a charming young man, who was capable of being terrible [...] One would have said, to see the pensive thoughtfulness of his glance, that he had already, in some previous state of existence, traversed the revolutionary apocalypse."

Best introductory line to any character in literature by far, if I say so myself. I also like the reincarnation implication in the second half, framing Enjolras not as a person but rather the recurring phenomenon of revolution.

Combeferre

"He read everything, went to the theatres, attended the courses of public lecturers, learned the polarization of light from Arago, grew enthusiastic over a lesson [...] He declared that the future lies in the hand of the schoolmaster, and busied himself with educational questions."

I adore the fact that he strives to educate himself on everything, and that he loves the process of learning as well. And I agree wholeheartedly that the future is in education! My dream man.

Jean Prouvaire

"His name was Jehan, owing to that petty momentary freak which mingled with the powerful and profound movement whence sprang the very essential study of the Middle Ages [...] He spoke softly, bowed his head, lowered his eyes, smiled with embarrassment, dressed badly, had an awkward air, blushed at a mere nothing, and was very timid. Yet he was intrepid."

I love his little Middle Ages hyperfixation, go Jehan! And of course, we get a slight foreshadow of his fate at the end of his description, where he is said to be brave, despite everything.

Feuilly

"[Feuilly] had but one thought, to deliver the world. He had one other preoccupation, to educate himself; [...] The protest of right against the deed persists forever. The theft of a nation cannot be allowed by prescription. These lofty deeds of rascality have no future. A nation cannot have its mark extracted like a pocket handkerchief."

Feuilly's description is really similar to Enjolras' (minus the waxing about his looks), and I find it interesting Hugo adds the last part under Feuilly rather than anyone else's. Someone smarter than me can probably give a better analysis as to why.

Courfeyrac

"Beneath the apparent similarities of the exterior mind, the difference between him [...] There was in Tholomyès a district attorney, and in Courfeyrac a paladin. [...] Enjolras was the chief, Combeferre was the guide, Courfeyrac was the centre. The others gave more light, he shed more warmth"

Hugo loves his parallelism and so do I. Courfeyrac as a nice Tholomyès is a good way to efficiently describe him, and the last part of his description is so iconic to our triumvirate characterisation that I had to put it in.

Bahorel

"Every time that he passed the law-school, which rarely happened, he buttoned up his frock-coat,—the paletot had not yet been invented,—and took hygienic precautions. [...] In reality, he had a penetrating mind and was more of a thinker than appeared to view."

Bahorel is so funny; I too want to live my life as a student for 11 years without the need for graduating. I like that Hugo points out his intelligence too, its easy to reduce him to just a comic character, but theres a reason he's in this group, guys!

Bossuet

Bossuet was a gay but unlucky fellow. His specialty was not to succeed in anything. As an offset, he laughed at everything. At five and twenty he was bald. [...] He was poor, but his fund of good humor was inexhaustible. He soon reached his last sou, never his last burst of laughter.

This is such a fun and vivid character description, Hugo really manages to bring Bossuet to life. I love a man who can laugh at himself and while it's sad to see him be used to his unfortunate circumstances, I admire his humour about it all.

Joly

"What he had won in medicine was to be more of an invalid than a doctor. At three and twenty he thought himself a valetudinarian, and passed his life in inspecting his tongue in the mirror. He affirmed that man becomes magnetic like a needle [...] Otherwise, he was the gayest of them all. All these young, maniacal, puny, merry incoherences lived in harmony together, and the result was an eccentric and agreeable being"

He and Bossuet have the most fun descriptions ever, I'm jealous. The magnetism part is hilarious and I love that Hugo makes a point in saying that despite it all, he is still a happy-go-lucky man, similar to the unlucky, but jovial Bossuet.

Grantaire

"Grantaire was a man who took good care not to believe in anything. Moreover, he was one of the students who had learned the most during their course at Paris; he knew that the best coffee was to be had at the Café Lemblin, and the best billiards at the Café Voltaire [...] However, this sceptic had one fanaticism [...] it was a man: Enjolras. [...] No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. [...] their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs. Grantaire was one of these men. He was the obverse of Enjolras."

This is embarrassingly long. But look, I LOVE how contradictory Grantaire's character is, even in his own, third-person omniscient description. He doesn't care about anything, but he knows and loves Paris so intimately that he learned of it the most. He doesn't believe in anything, but he believes wholeheartedly in one man. And like Jehan, his fate is foreshadowed at the end. He only exists if Enjolras exists. Without the latter, there is no former, and vice versa.

[beelsbignaturals]

Are requests open? I'd like to ask for Purgatory Hall (Simeon, Solomon and Luke) with a Diona!MC. Either GN or Female, I don't mind.

time to copy and paste Wikipedia info muehehe

Diona Kätzlein is a playable Cryo character in Genshin Impact.

Despite being a bartender at the Cat's Tail, she loathes alcohol and will stop at nothing to ruin Mondstadt's wine industry — a feat easier said than done when her patrons absolutely love her drinks. She is the daughter of Draff, a hunter in Springvale.

The incredibly popular bartender of the Cat's Tail tavern, rising star of Mondstadt's wine industry, and the greatest challenger to its traditional powerhouses.

A feisty feline young lady from Springvale, any drink mixed by Diona's hand tastes delicious beyond belief.

Yet given her extreme distaste for alcohol, is her talent a blessing or a curse?

According to her father Draff, Diona is in a bit of a rebellious phase. While Diona adores her father and idolized him in her youth, witnessing his change in personality while drunk shattered the pedestal she put him on — and started her vendetta against alcohol. She despises just about anyone who indulges in alcohol, apart from Lisa and Eula.

Although Diona has the option of literally destroying the industry, she chose not to, instead opting to do so by plummeting the industry's reputation by becoming a bartender and serving terrible drinks. Unfortunately for her, her long-forgotten childhood friend, the Spring Fairy, blessed her with a magic touch that makes all of her drinks delicious, regardless of how noxious the ingredients used are, and she herself is unaware of this.

In her voiceovers, Diona proves to be a classic tsundere and is very naïve. She worries over the Traveler's ability to get home safely without night vision and offers to escort them home until they remind her that street lamps exist, after which she quickly denies ever having offered escorting them. She blames Diluc for her father's problems, even though the Dawn Winery had existed well before him or his father, and fails to see why the fans she and Barbara gets are drastically different. She also appears to have attachment issues and craves companionship, implied to be a result of Draff neglecting her when he's in his drunken stupors. She genuinely enjoys the company of those who have earned her trust, such as Klee and the Traveler, finding comfort in the Traveler's touch even begs them not to leave her and "become another dream". Although she displays many cat-like mannerisms, such as her love for fish, naps, hatred of vegetables and water, and tendency to meow, purr, and bite when angry, she hates being referred to as a cat in this regard. Also true to her feline nature, she is implied to be astraphobic, as well as aquaphobic.

Diona's center bangs are pulled into a stiff, upwards pigtail at the front of her head.

Diona wears a large dark indigo cap, along with shorts of the same color with gold paw-print decorations. She also wears a dark midriff-baring sleeveless turtleneck shirt with an orange-yellow scarf, pale pink sleeves, a vest of the same color, and white gloves with light pink paw-like patterns on the undersides. In addition to this, she wears a cat collar with her initial written on the tag and an orange handkerchief tied around the base of her tail. Hanging from her waist is a cold drink canteen, attached to which is her Cryo Vision.

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It's completely fine if you don't want to! (I'm so anxious because this is my first request ahahaha)

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AN: Hi!! I love how your first time requesting is the first request I've gotten on this blog. It's like we are on a cute lil journey together! Sorry it's so short and that it took so long, I was really busy for the past month. Also, I wrote this as platonic because I'm pretty sure Diona is a child, and you didn't specify otherwise. Regardless, I hope you like it!

TW: alcohol mentions

🪽Simeon✒️

Simeon has basically adopted you. He thinks you are the cutest damn thing in the three realms.

Apparently your… attitude reminds him of how Mammon acted when he was an angel about the size of Luke.

You bring him drinks when he is writing and Simeon has begun to look forward to your little interruptions.

He's always willing to listen to you complain about your father. The advice he offers is usually pretty sound, if not a bit cryptic.

🪄Solomon🔮

First of all, you have saved many lives. Somehow your drinks are always the perfect cure for whatever the fuck Solomon has cooked.

He thinks you just like cooking with him. But no, you are on a goddamn mission.

Honestly he is really intrigued by this.. blessing of yours. Solomon wants to study you… he will try and replicate your strange power with… mixed results.

He tried to recreate your drink making abilities and… somehow ended up with cat ears instead. None of you let him live it down.

🍰Luke😇

Besties. You are 100% besties.

Tea parties where Luke bakes and you make drinks! Non alcoholic but still.

Your collective nickname is"the chihuahua and the cat". Neither of you are happy about this.

One time, you fell asleep in a pile of pillows, your tail wrapped around Luke's wrist. The two of you have stayed up past your bedtime to watch a new baking show, and it was only 20 minutes in when the pair of you dozed off. It took Simeon another 20 minutes to figure out how to take a picture of you guys. But with Solomon's help, this adorable moment is immortalized on Devilgram.

[yanderu-deredere]

Gawain Dubhán Byrne, Gavin Ciarán Byrne, Eun-jeong Yoo, Ryuunosuke Yamamoto with a reader who is extremely afraid of the dark, who can cry and always grabs the yanderes as his lifeline.

a/n: i feel like i always say this but this is literally me as fuck, esp with my night blindness loool neway, thank you for the request! and hopefully this is what you were asking for!

warning: gender neutral reader

gawain dubhán byrne ★ profile

goddamn coward when it comes to horror movies, haunted houses, things that go bump in the night

i wouldn't say he's as bad as you when it comes to being in the dark but i'd like to say that he comes pretty close

but guess what? he becomes the bravest man in the world when you get scared

he has an overprotective streak a mile long and he wants nothing but to take care of you so when you give him the opportunity?

he eats that shit up

so its safe to say he absolutely lives for this

lowkey is super terrible at hiding that he's not scared sometimes tho and it's kinda funny

like he's really bad at not flinching at small noises but he'll be as stiff as a board, trying his hardest not to let it show that he'll probably piss his pants if the noise gets any closer

thankfully, gawain would be the overly prepared type to like have a flashlight at all times, phone always at 100%, there's batteries in every drawer, etc

if you start crying, he'll get even braver. he'll get super serious and all of the fear in his body like literally evaporates and disappears

there's nothing he takes more seriously than you crying becos the last thing he ever wants to see is you sad and scared and crying

the kind of nerd that carries and embroidered handkerchief in his pocket for times like this!

Gawain wrapped an overprotective arm around you, his hand firmly yet gently cupped over your shoulder. His other free hand held his handkerchief, carefully dabbing the corner of it onto your cheeks to wipe away your tears.

"There, there." His voice was soft, soothing, calm in a way that made you feel calm too "Don't worry, I'm here too, I won't let anything happen to you, my love."

gavin ciarán byrne ★ profile

unfortunately, this mans lowkey loves scaring the shit out of you

the type of boyfriend to sneak up behind you and grab your side and make you scream

it's a bit different when you're like really scared tho like when the two of you are already in a scary situation

if the two of you are at a haunted house for halloween or when the two of you are watching a horror movie and it's really dark, he'll be hesitant to try to scare u

like yeah, he wants to surprise you but he doesn't want to terrify you

the most unfortunate part about this whole debacle is that this stupid idiot can sometimes have a bit of a difficulty telling between when you're just a little bit surprised and when you're downright terrified

honestly, the type to just hold you and not really have much else useful he'll do cus he'll be too panicked to think of anything else

if you start crying, he'll feel like an absolute jerk and he might try his best to make it up to you by trying to make you laugh or by bribing you with your favourite sweet treats

Gavin practically crushes you against his chest, one of his hands gripping onto any piece of clothing you have, the other cupping your neck and pressing your head into his chest.

"I'm so so sorry, baby, oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He babbles almost nonsensically, the panic and guilt eating at his heart "Please don't cry! Please don't cry!"

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

approaches this with the most logic out of everyone on this list

also out of everyone on this list, eunjeong is the hardest to scare? he's seen the scum of the earth in the slums of lovelock so things like horror movies and monsters that go bump in the night don't really send a shiver down his spine

so he'll be calm and collected for you loool

he's not as ready as gawain but he'll definitely keep in mind that you have such a terrible fear of the dark. the worse your fear, the more he'll be prepared for it

he always has a lighter with him becos he smokes when you're not around is just always prepared so, if you feel safe, he'll flick it on for you and see if that makes you feel better

or he'll just hold you close if his lighter doesn't work

eunjeong also has the nicest calmest voice out of everyone on the list so he could talk you down very well i think

if you start crying, i think it'll fluster him a bit and he'll panic just slightly (definitely not as badly as gavin) but he'll recover fast and try to comfort you as quickly as he can

Eun-jeong cradled you in between his legs, your back pressed tightly against his chest, his knees on either side of yours, his arms caging you in. In his hands, in front of you, he flickered his lighter on again, the flame dancing like ballerina in the dark.

"It'll be fine." He muttered against your ear in that calm yet almost monotone voice of his "The light will be on when they fix it. I'll be right here while we wait. It will all be okay."

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

a lot like eunjeong except way more emotional loool

like eunjeong, he's kind of seen the worst of humanity so there's not a lot that can scare him

like what can be in the dark? a monster? baby, youre in love with the worst monster in lovelock!

i'd say jokes aside but unfortunately that's not a joke

neway, that aside, in my humble opinion, ryuu would be the best to have around when you're in the dark

he'd do his best to make light of the situation, maybe make you laugh a little bit, maybe make fun of himself so you can giggle at his expense

he'll try to get your mind off of the fear so to speak

if that doesn't work, he'll just point out how big and manly and strong he is and what kind of monster could win against someone like him? not any kind that exists, that's for sure!

if you cry, he'll panic a lot like gavin. he's not very good against you crying becos he's weak against stuff like that. it makes him wanna cry too but, of course, he has to be strong for the both of you!

he'll comfort you the best he can and try to make you laugh or maybe even try to find the closest light source possible if making you laugh doesn't work!

"Oh no! Don't cry!" Ryuu suddenly screamed out, making you flinch and ramping your anxiety up even more.

He quickly noticed that, of course, and felt even worse. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his hand cupping the back of your head and pressing your face into his neck "Ohhh, nooo, if I see you cry, I'll cry! Please don't! Ahhh, dam'it!"

[the-modern-typewriter]

Hiii! I was wondering if you have time, may you do a story about a hero and villain where the villain captured the hero and the villain is just calmly sipping tea in a fancy teacup and he is really really amused at the entire Scenario? Maybe some romantic/ sexual tension too if it's okay! Sorry if I didn't do this 'ask' thing correctly, I just joined tumblr and am getting used to it. Thank you so much and I hope you have a lovely day!

"Tea?" The villain held up a cup.

"If I say yes, will you untie my hands?"

"Mm." The villain tipped his head, and made a show of scrunching up his nose. "No. I don't think so."

"Then how am I supposed to drink your bloody tea!"

The villain raised an eyebrow at the hero's tone, and took a calm sip of his own drink, acting for all the world like he was capable of being a civilised person who didn't kidnap people. "I can hold it up to your mouth for you."

"And I can spit hot tea in your face. It won't be so pretty then, will it?"

The villain's eyebrow rose a damning inch higher.

"Pretty like the devil," the hero said, after a beat, mortified. "Like a demon. Evilly seductive." Oh, god. "It's not a compliment! I don't think - you're not -" Crap. They bit down hard on their lip to keep from digging their rambling grave further.

The villain took another slow, excruciating sip in the silence. "So that's a no to the tea, then?"

The hero grit their teeth, because actually a cuppa sounded rather perfect after the day they'd had and the villain knew - the bastard knew - that the hero required regular hydration. It was the downside of their particular abilities.

"Tea," they growled, "sounds delightful."

The villain smothered a really quite obvious, and entirely too fetching, smirk. He busied himself with pouring out another cup, steam rising gently into the spring air from the fine china. He picked it up and approached the hero with a zen grace that made the hero, generally vibrating ball of fury as they were, want to kick him in the kneecaps.

The villain blew gently on the tea to cool it, and the hero tried not to stare at his (pretty) mouth, and so ended up staring intently down at the floor instead. Their face felt entirely too hot.

"There," the villain said, kneeling before the hero, holding the cup out.

The hero leaned in to drink, eager to put the whole agonising affair behind them both. It felt much too - vulnerable? weirdly intimate? - to drink from the villain's hands. They certainly weren’t supposed to feel so flustered.

"Careful now," the villain said. "It's almost as hot as you."

The hero, entirely unintentionally, choked and spat tea spluttering both at the villain's face and down their own front.

"Oh, dear," the villain said, entirely too mildly, entirely too amused, as the hero coughed. He reached for an honest to god linen handkerchief out of his pocket, dabbing at his face in a flourish of white, before the handkerchief was pressed against the hero's skin.

The tea hadn't actually done any damage, but the hero still felt like they were burning up.

"It's fine." The hero pulled back, not that there was anywhere to go. "I'm fine."

"That you are."

How was it possible that a voice so calm, so measured, could so spiritually sound like a purr? It was the look in the villain's eyes. Searing.

Fine. Hot. The hero looked away again, quickly.

They painfully aware of how close they were, of the fact that they could reach out and touch if their hands weren't taped behind their back.

"Unfortunately," the villain said. "Your shirt is not. That's going to stain if we don't get it in the wash quick. Do I have your permission?"

"What?" The hero felt entirely aggravated, and entirely dazed, and it was all the villain's fault. Because everything was his fault.

"Your shirt is covered in tea." The villain wiped the last of the tea (sexy, so sexy, note sarcasm. the hero wanted to die) from the hero's chin and nudged their jaw up so that their eyes met. "I'd be a terrible host to strip you without your permission, but it's going to stain. I can give you one of mine while I pop the uniform in the wash. If you say it's okay."

For a second, they stayed like that, the villain tipping their chin up like it was the most natural thing in the world. Like this was all so domestic. Like they weren't so damn amused. Like the hero wasn't hopelessly imagining the feel of the villain's unimaginably fine clothes brushing against their bare skin, filled with the scent of the villain's cologne.

"Hosting." The hero was sure they sounded strangled, when they finally managed to speak. "Because that's what this is." They shook their head, possibly despairing, possibly trying to clear their absurd thoughts. "Yeah, sure. Take my shirt. Why not at this point." At least the villain would have to untie them to...

The shirt disappeared and vanished in the villain's hands with a snap of his fingers.

The hero gaped at him.

The villain waved a dismissive hand, and the tea cup was left floating in the air in front of the hero as the villain wandered off to...actually put the shirt in the laundry. Why was that getting to them?

"You could have done that with the cup the whole time?" the hero yelped after him. "What's wrong with you?"

"Drink your tea, dear," the villain called behind himself. "You get grumpy when you’re thirsty. I'll be back soon."

The hero wasn't sure how much more of it they could take.

[kareniliana]

Elijah: Puzzle Called Life

I was on hiatus but recently wanted to write and distract to myself so enjoy this activity while it last, if you have any requests please feel free to message me anything!

I wish y'all knew my life story so we could laugh and say that Kara in this story is awful lot like someone in my life. Maybe even in everyones life. 

WARNING: MENTIONS OF AN ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT/ RAPE

You walked around the city of New Orleans with a group of your best friends from university. You hadn’t seen in each other in what feels like ages when in reality it had only just shy of 3 years.

And damn did things change drastically within those three years. You had activated your werewolf side just a few months after graduation, trying to protect a teenage girl from an aggressive rapist in a dimly lit alleyway. 

No matter how battered up he got he kept coming at you, in the heat of the fight you beat him with a rusty broken off pipe.

Werewolf anger + alcohol + one nasty rape attempt = murder/death

The sight wasn’t a pretty one, and to your luck a certain well dressed original vampire had heard the commotion. Unfortunately he hadn’t heard it until after you had already bashed his head in, broken his arm, leg, and hand. His blood painted on your hands, face and clothes

Panting heavily from the exercise, covered in the assailants blood. You stood in the middle of the barely lit alleyway. The teen crouching behind a dumpster, exactly were you hid her between fighting him off and reassuring her of her safety.

She was just a child, she shouldn't  have to go through something so traumatizing as getting raped next to trash. She didn’t need to see you, a complete stranger, murder her assaulter. She shouldn’t have been expiring such a tragic event, but here she was. 

Once taking in the scene Elijah walked up to you, not seeing the girl at first. But once she stood from her hiding spot, Elijah sighed deeply.

“You shouldn’t see this, this shouldn’t have happened. I am so terribly sorry this happened to you.” You quickly got over your feelings of disbelief and shock, hurrying to the shaking girl.

“He- he was- and you- you kil- you killed him.” She scrambled to get out anything. You lift your hand to help soothe the panic but stopped to not get any evidence of the crime on her own clothing.

Once Elijah saw your hesitation he walked to the pair, laying a comforting hand on her shoulder before he spoke. “It’s okay, shh, calm down. It’s okay, everything going to be okay now.”

The scared girl looked up to Elijah, who immediately put her under a trance. He was using his mind compulsion to make her forget what happened. “All you remember is drinking too much when someone tried to make you stay but you refused. You went back home and that was it. You don’t remember who the man was, can’t even remember what he was wearing. You will forget me and this women who saved your life.”

She opened her mouth to repeat his words, but was immediately shut down by the vampire. He guided her out of the alleyway and sent her down the street before he turned around to you.

You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact you bluntly murdered a man, quite aggressively too. How are you going to go through life now? Now that you're officially a werewolf. Should you go back into the bayou? Go to the pack?

You were too wrapped up with your anxious thoughts to have heard Elijah until he was waving a hand in front of your face.

“huh, what?” You almost shake your thought from your head.

“I asked you if you’ve ever killed someone before? But I'm gathering this is a first?” He asked with a raised brow.

You nodded your head, you face emotionless now that you don’t need to worry after the girl. You turned to face the dead body, “What do I do with him?”

He sighed as he pulled out a handkerchief, taking a hold of your hands into his as he cleaned off the red sticky liquid from your trembling hands.

“We can leave him there, so at least his family knows he’s dead. We can bury or burn his body.” He said taking a step closer to you, raising the once white cloth to your face. Wrapping as much blood from your cheeks as he could with the blood stained handkerchief.

“His family doesn’t deserve to know whether he’s alive or not.” Before you could think about his options, you spoke with pure hatred.

You looked into his eyes, his motions slowing to a stop. Leaning into his touch, you sighed almost relieved he was there for you. You barely knew the man and here you were, feelings of relief and gratitude for the vampire waving through your body with ease.

After a brief moment of intense eye contact he spoke softly, “fire it is.”

“y/n!” Your friends voice brought you back to reality as you pass the very same alley. 

“Huh? Sorry, what?” You shake your head of the past events.

“We asked what’s new in your life? Now that you finally have your dream job in your dream city?” Alicia asked, linking your arms together as you continued walking to the next bar.

Dream job meaning running the books for almost every bar in New Orleans, your dream city to live in.

“Oh you know, not much. Just living my life I guess.” You chuckled to yourself because everything is so different. You can’t even begin to explain to your very much human friends that after the dreaded night of activating your curse, starting to date the Elijah Mikaelson and moving into the Mikaelson Mansion with him.

“Oh we know that smile, you have a boy!” Clarissa exclaimed, looking over her shoulder to you getting the attention of the two girls in front of her.

Alicia asked kindly, “What’s him name?”

Sasha, asked with a slight chuckle, ��What does he look like?”

Clarissa asked with a giggle, “How is he in bed?”

Gwen pipes in, “What does he do?”

Lastly, the most pretentious girl of the group asks.“How much money does he make?”

“Kara! How is that important!” Alicia scolded her just as we walked through the doors of Rousseau's.

“It was just a question, personally I will not date someone who makes less money than I do.” She said righteously as she sat down at an empty table near the back kitchens.

“Yeah we get it you like men above the age of 50.” Clarissa joked, earning a laugh from everyone minus Kara who’s sending a deadly glare to the brunette.

You shook your head at your girlfriends, before they could jump back onto topic you spoke up. “I’ll get his round.” Standing and going to the bar to order a round of shots and drinks.

“Y/n! I know it’s the weekend but last night Josh messed up the till. But I made sure to get copies of every receipt. He said he put them on your desk back at the plantation.” Cami said from behind the bar as she made your drinks and poured the shot glasses.

“Thank you, that will save me so much time on Monday. Whenever you guys close tonight just make sure to the same thing again so I could fix it by Monday.” Cami nodded, handing you a tray of drinks as she walked around the counter to take the shots.

After several drinks and shots, The girls wanted to visit where you live, but seeing as you currently live in the Mikaelson Manson you tired to steer their attention to the tourist activities outside.

But that effort was soon to be futile as the man of your dreams begins to make his way to the very same bar you and your drunk friends were at.

Your friends very visibly checking him out without remorse, since they don’t know that he is your man, you couldn’t be upset.

“Damn, now that man definitely makes more money than me.” Kara practically undressing him with her eyes.

You couldn’t help the snicker that escaped your lips, earning everyones attention. Noticing how you weren't gawking at the man dressed to the nines.

“Oh you girls are going to hate me.” Suddenly you stood, making your way to the man, who had settled at a bar stool since he knew you would be busy with your girlfriends.

Once he noticed you making his way to you, his smile only increased. Standing himself once you finally made it to him. His arm immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you close to his chest, kissing your temple. Your own arms wrapping around his torso.

“Hi baby.” You sighed in content at his touch.

“Hi sweetheart, what about your friends?” He asked not even looking in their direction, his sole priority was you.

“They were doing too much when you came into view.” he chuckled, bringing a curved finger under your chin to make you look up at him. 

He sighed contently as he leaned his head down closing the distance and planting his soft lips on yours. A short loving kiss that calmed any nerves.

His hot breath fanning on your skin as he spoke, “What can I say, I'm desirable.” He joked, earning a giggle from you as you pull away a little.

“Come on, I want to introduce you.” Grabbing a hold of his free hand, not noticing he had a glass of bourbon in the other, pulling him to the table of jaw dropped in shock women.

“Ladies, this is Elijah.” an ecstatic smile plastered on your face seeing Kara’s disappointing shocked facial expression. Clarissa and Alicia looked shocked but very impressed that you were able to pull this handsome piece of meat. Sasha had a look of approval while Gwen smiled proudly at you.

Elijah’s hand leaving yours only to be placed back around your waist, pulling you close into his side once more.

“Pleasure to finally meet you all, I’ve heard plenty and plenty of stories involving all of you. My Y/n here is quite fond you all. Such a shame you all live in separate towns.” 

Not needing to do much of an introduction because of the long hours you spoke to him about your friends with multiple photo albums as you explained the compromising photographs.

“Funny, we haven’t heard much about you.” Kara spoke rather nasty as she brought her drink up to her lips, before taking a sip she muttered a small “Sorry”

“Oh shut the jealousy down, Kara.” Alicia spoke up before you had a chance.

Clarissa chiming in, “She's just mad because of the whole Justin fiasco.”

“Still? Damn, girl, let it go. That was freshmen year, he lied to both of you. Plus that was from before you were friends with us. Let. it. go.” Sasha sneered at Kara.

You bit on your bottom lip to fight the urge to laugh. You loved Kara but damn was she crazy at times.

“Oh come on now, back off she’s going through a messy divorce. Leave her alone.” Gwen stated, fighting the urge to laugh too but much better at hiding it.

Elijah cleared his throat, getting everyones attention.”I was just about to offer if you’d all like to stay with us for the remainder of your weekend? I know you lot got hotel rooms but I was able to refund your money, and get your things back t the mansion.”

Everyone looked to him with a shocked expression much like the one when they saw you cuddled up to his side at the bar not too long ago.

“Wait, mansion?” Kara asked, earning a warning glare from Alicia, Clarissa and even Gwen.

“Is there alcohol?” Sasha asked, earning a chuckled from you. 

Damn, that women could drink.

“A copious amount of it, yes.” Elijah answered.

“You guys did want to see where I lived.”

“Wait, you live together?” Alicia asked excitedly.

“Yeah, we've been together roughly two years now, I think I lost track.” You answered softly but with a loving smile as you looked to Elijah. 

Once the girls stood from the seats, Elijah leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Well, that's if you don’t count all those months I was waiting for you.” He chuckled lightly.

“You said, ‘take you time, I will be here for you when you are ready’ Why would I count that?” You chuckled lightly, shoving him to the bar so you could at least pay half of your tab.

But before you could, Elijah threw a couple hundred bills onto the table. Realizing it’s too much you tried to put one of the hundred dollar bills back into his pocket but just shook his head and placed it back on the table.

The girls noticing the small exchange before they headed out the door.

The group of girls looked to their best friend with proud and loving eyes, you seemed at peace. Like everything in the puzzle is finally coming together. 

You lived in a town that you were proud to call home. That you were forced to leave when you were a baby, but now you’re back as an adult. Taking care of the city and its people.

With a better job than you imagined, granted bookkeeping isn’t much but to be able to have a hand in what makes this city shine brightly. It gives you a greater sense of accomplishment than being some accountant at a firm. 

And finally you were with someone who perfectly knows you, who respected you, was loyal to you, was loving and caring to you. 

Everything you wanted and more, you have it.

Your puzzle called life, was gaining it’s picture perfect ending.

[cavsansspice]

Cyno visits Gandharva Ville on his day off, pretending that Tighnari isn't the reason.

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A smooth breeze floats through Gandharva Ville, rustling leaves, caressing sunburnt skin, and soothing overactive minds that are just begging for rest.

Cyno is many things—a scholar, the General Mahamatra, terrible joke maker—but it is here in the Avidya forest where he feels most out of his depth, uncertainty tugging him under. It is strange. He is confident above all and knows that his skills are more than a cut above the rest, they are pristine.

He shuffles his feet, skin itching with awkwardness. “A day off,” he tells himself as he sets down the path. The clear-cut, dusty trail is flanked by trees and the occasional Forest Watcher who gives him a stiff salute. Cyno sighs. He hasn’t even said anything and they walk about him as though they stand on eggshells.

Perhaps if they take a step, the ground will crunch underneath their sandals, not unlike those imaginary shells that drag a grunt from his throat. He is here to rest, not to think of hypotheticals. That is for the likes of—

“Cyno!” Collei’s voice pulls him from his thoughts, and Cyno turns to her instinctually. She stands there, stiff, but with a kind smile on her face. 

He greets her with a gentle nod of his head. “Collei.” He knows she is wary—not because she is scared, but rather the sight of him scrounges up bittersweet memories. His presence poisons her and not for the first time, Cyno thinks of her as a girl that is strong beyond her years.

Cyno steps to the side, planning on hedging around her. “If you would just—” She surprises him by reaching out and curling her fingers around his arm. “Collei,” he repeats, his voice tipping soft like the breeze, “you don’t have to force—”

“I want to see you,” she cuts in. A pause, followed by a gentle laugh, like the tinkling of leaves. “Or rather, I’d like to try. I’ve been feeling better and I told myself that I should make more of an effort. You’ve only been kind to me.”

Cyno hesitates before he answers. “It is my day off. I—”

“You?” She blinks back at him with youthful optimism. 

“I wanted to…” He thinks of a joke so he doesn’t look so imposing. Even with Collei smiling at him, stiff but at ease, Cyno worries that he might come off accidentally aggressive, an unfortunate side-effect of his position within the Akademiya. 

“Relax?”

Cyno looses a breath, nodding in relief. “Times as such are few and far between. I find it quiet here. It’s nice. I can hear myself think—what’s with that look?”

Collei’s gaze has morphed into something amused. “Are you sure that’s the only reason?”

“I am not sure—”

“You aren’t here to visit a certain mutual friend of ours, hm? Someone with, say, adorably pettable ears?”

His blood runs cold the moment it tumbles from her mouth. Collei’s grin is knowing, foxlike with its tilt, her eyes half-lidded mischievously. “I—that’s—no.” The word sounds unconvincing, though, because she is correct.

Cyno explains away his ulterior motive with colorful words like it’s only a day off, but there is little for him in the forest. He’s a desert-dweller who prefers the feel of dusty sand underneath his feet, not the sharp thorns of the underbrush and twigs that snap underneath his toes. 

Collei laughs at his expression, lighthearted and airy. “How adorable,” she teases, needling at him. “I would think it more than a mere crush with that look on your face.”

Because it is. Cyno has known Tighnari for years at this point. He’s attractive in his perceptiveness and stubborn pride. In his sharp tongue and precious words that drag groans of annoyance from their peers. Tighnari graduated top of his class and well-respected only to leave the Akademiya for the lush greens of the Dharma Forest. 

A slap to the face, all those years, all that study with his keen mind only to become a Forest Watcher. Cyno loves it, loves—

“What’s that in your hand?”

Cyno cradles a bundle between his worn fingers, a handkerchief full of fragrant dried flowers plucked and picked on his adventures. When he shows Collei soft, fluttering gasp floats from her lips. “Oh, he’ll like these,” she says, petting a soft petal, head tilted as she sighs serenely. 

If Cyno didn’t know any better, she’s in love with the idea that he is—

Definitely not in love. A weak claim, one he overlooks by claiming that it is merely like. He’s allowed to like a man. That takes little effort and time even if he’s taken an entire day to travel here just to give Tighnari a bag of dried flowers—

“It’s a terrible idea,” mutters Cyno, underwhelmed by his idea of a romantic gesture.

“It’s a great idea,” corrects Collei. She rolls the handkerchief back up and curls his fingers around it. “And, I have it on good authority that Tighnari will love to see you. He talks about you often and gets this soft look on his face—”

“Collei, that is enough.” He snorts, waving away her words. “I don’t need your proselytizing. I know he wants me here, he asked for me to come.”

She blinks and the grin that spreads across her face reeks of impetuousness. Suddenly, Cyno is certain that he’s lucky he’s kept away. He’s never considered the fact that she might be a troublemaker, meddling in the affairs of others. But, then again, he remembers Amber. He shouldn’t be surprised.

Before he can retort, there’s another voice, this one well-spoken and confident. “Oh? What’s this?”

Cyno’s face pinks at the sound and Collei nudges him with an elbow. “Tighnari,” he blurts in a rush. And then nothing else. Why is he awkward? He is never awkward—

“Cyno!” Tighnari’s face tightens with clear affection, the corners of his eyes and mouth crinkling. 

Oh, thinks Cyno, his mouth going dry, throat bobbing as he struggles to think of words. It has never been this difficult—not until recently when his feelings snuck up and made themselves unbearably known. When he looks to Collei for help, she is gone, having melted into the brush as though she was never there.

Useless. Annoying. How dare she leave him there alone to fend for himself—though it’s hard to fault her. Collei is the type to just throw herself into a situation and she doesn’t see this as leaving him to the wolves, she sees this as helpful.

“Cyno? What’s with that line in your brow?” Tighnari asks it kindly but his expression watches him critically, searching for any problems that he might find.”

“Tired.” A flimsy excuse. Tighnari’s mouth tips into a subtle frown that most would miss. “It has been a long day and I haven’t yet rested. I paused here to look at the beauty of the forest.” 

“Thinking about new jokes, no doubt.” Tighnari doesn’t sound amused by the idea.

It’s an opening and Cyno takes his chance. “Ah, speaking of—”

“No, no.”

“There is a rumor of a large tree, nestled into the slopes of Ardravi Valley. They say that it is the world’s sleepiest tree. What is its name?”

Tighnari doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even blink. His mouth just tenses and he crosses his arms across his chest, ears flickering as he waits in annoyance. Cyno counts one, two, three, allowing for an adequate time to pass before landing the punchline. 

“Mesnoozelah.”

“Cyno, I cannot with you—”

“Ah, how about another? I’m finding the trees to be incredibly insightful, muses in their own right. Did you know that Brightwood has a favorite Akademiya study? Geometree—”

“Absolutely absurd,” says Tighnari, reaching out to push at Cyno’s shoulder. The heat of his fingers is blistering, even through the fabric of Cyno’s shirt. “Come on, let’s get you into the village to sit, at least. I’ll brew you some tea. Have you met Karkata yet? It’s an interesting specimen, one outside the usual purview of my expertise, but it’s been useful in field research because…”

Tighnari tugs him down the path, his hand warm against Cyno’s wrist. He talks animatedly and with gusto, words flying quickly as they head deeper into the village. Cyno smiles, finding it cute.

Later, when Cyno is settled into a seat at Tighnari’s home, belly full of food and throat warmed by a hot cup of tea, he remembers his gift. The pouch has been burning a hole in his pocket from the moment he sat down. 

Tighnari sits close, quieter now as the night settles in. Their knees touch, friendly, kind, all sorts of pretty words that make Cyno’s heart leap into his throat. “Tighnari,” he says, “I…have a—well, not quite a gift. In my travels, I think of you and it was only natural for me to pick these as the end result.”

He drops the pouch into Tighnari’s hand and watches as the handkerchief is carefully unfolded. Petals of many colors flutter about, dried and curled, smelling sickly sweet like potpourri. Tighnari thumbs through them, studying with a keen, observant eye as though he would any new specimen.

“It isn’t much.”

“I like it,” says Tighnari. His cheeks are pink and he clears his throat. “That is to say, I can’t be everyone at once. I thank you for bringing me field samples to add to my research.”

He reaches out to take Cyno’s hand, though, despite his stilted words that shove of romantic responsibility. Tighnari’s fingers are calloused, rough from his Forest Watching and drawing a bow. He smooths a thumb across Cyno’s palm, tracing the lines in his skin as he thinks. 

Cyno’s heart leaps into his throat. He bites at his lips, waiting, but Tighnari is patient in the way that he holds his hand. 

And, well, if Tighnari makes the first move and crosses the distance for a kiss, the only one who knows is Cyno, the feel of Tighnari’s soft lips seared into his mind. The trees aren’t gossips for they have no mouths.

[itsmykindoflove]

Is it okay if I continue what you started?

Genre: cute, mature (?)

Words: 1.1k

Disclaimer: mentions of drink, drunk driving and kissing

"Hello?"

-I kissed him. –desperate, I spat out the words as quickly as possible.

"Him who?"

-Who do you think?

“Oh I got it... So? How was his reaction?”

-I don’t know.

"What do you mean, you don’t know?"

-I ran away from there. I ran away as soon as I did.

“Aish.”

OK! You might be wondering why I was driving madly back home when I was talking to my best friend over a Bluetooth call, right? To answer that, we have to go back a month ago to when I met my coworker's friend. That was love at first sight.

We were at an after-work dinner, drinking and talking nonsense, when I saw the most handsome guy in the world walk through the door, greet everyone, and sit next to my colleague. He was extremely polite to everyone, toasted and stayed with us until the last moment. He was smart, funny, solicitous, did I mention he was very handsome? So. I’d work overtime just to see him again the next day, and I hated working overtime. And without any pretense, I became closer to my colleague, so I would be more willing to meet him “unintentionally”.

As I spent more time with my colleague, I spent more time with his friend as well. I introduced them to my best friend and we became a kind of group that went out to parties, bars, clubs, convenience stores...

-Take it. – my best friend passed a handkerchief, leaving me without understanding. -Wipe that drool in the corner of your mouth. I’d have given your crush a bottle of water, he must be dehydrated from you looking at him so much.

-What? – I said desperately. We were walking home from a bar we had gone to.

-You look in love when you see him, fix your eyes and nothing else matters. Embarrassing. Try to disguise a little of, next time.

-Oh sorry. – I asked. –He is… He's definitely everything I wanted in a guy and he makes everything seem so easy and simple. It makes me want to stay by his side forever. He listens to me, understands what I mean...

-You are really in love.

-I'm sure he has a person.

-Why you say that?

I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, outraged.

-Just look at him, he would never be single. Impossible. –just thinking about the possibility of him having someone; someone who loves him, kisses him, hugs him, makes him feel good, someone he could open up to and help him; it made me sad.

And then, on the weekend in question, they invited us to my coworker's birthday party. It would be at a karoke bar, unfortunately, my best friend couldn't go because of a work trip, so I’d have to go alone. The party started well: we sang, drank, danced, ate and in the end, when there were not so many people, I decided to sit at the chair next to my crush.

-Tired? -I asked.

-A little. I'm taking the opportunity to solve work things...

-Oh, I see.

-You?

-I'll recover a little before I leave. I came by car, so I'm going to have some soda to see if it cheers me up. -I said a little embarrassed.

I looked towards the dance floor where everyone was and felt him look at me. Terrible feeling of anxiety with happiness that made me want to throw up. I got up to get a can of coke and sat down again, this time he was looking at his cell phone.

-Hey. -I caught his attention and as soon as he looked at me, I held his face in my hands and placed a peck on his lips. They were better than I had imagined. They were soft, light and even with a slight taste of beer, sweet. I felt sobriety drop like a bomb on me and I broke away from him in a second, grabbed my bag and coat and ran out of there. I got in the car and ran away as if the police were after me. I was out of my mind. I would never do that sober. Drink and love weren't something that suited me well.

“Aish… Why did you run away, are you crazy?”

-I... I don't know either. I must have been afraid of rejection, that he didn't like the kiss, that I was intrusive, and what if he hates me now?

“He doesn't hate you. He'll think you're crazy for sure. How do you kiss someone and run away?”

-I want to cry. – which I was already doing.

“You won't cry now. Go take a shower, sleep and deal with the aftermath tomorrow.”

-OK. - I said wiping my nose. – How’s the trip?

“Good, honey. It's great apart from the part where I have to work and I can't get drunk and kiss anyone." He laughed and then apologized.

-Haha, you're so funny. I'm arriving at home. Enjoy your trip. Love you, bye. -Waited to hear his answer, I hung up the call while parking the car.

I walked down the street to the entrance of the building trying to hit the steps, I wasn’t drunk but for some reason my feet touched the ground in a funny way. Kiss effect? Probably, there would be no doubt that...

-Hey. -I froze when I saw him there, standing at the door of my building.

-Hey. -I whispered.

-Are you okay? -I nodded, motionless. -You ran away, I couldn't even tell you anything.

That was the intention.

-Ha, yeah. -I said while faking a smile, as he came towards me.

-I wanted to tell you that I liked what you did there.

Really? Had he liked it?

-I wish I had continued what we were doing, because I'm liking you.

I wasn't expecting this, but deep down, I was loving it and starting to relax my tense shoulders a little.

He now close to me, brought me the feelings of euphoria and calm at the same time. He messed with all my senses.

-Is it okay if I continue what you started? – he asked and I nodded.

With one hand around my neck bringing me closer, the other found my back. His lips touched mine like the first kiss we had, then he kissed my face even more gently and returned to my lips, this time a little more intense and controlling.

As we were on the street, I broke the kiss and invited him up. We did nothing but drink, kiss, talk, laugh, kiss and end up both falling asleep.

[yondzone]

You fall in front of them - Hashira

You were going on a stroll with your crush but accidentally you fell because of the only stone of the road that wanted you dead. 

fluff and stupidity under the cup

𝕿𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖔𝖐𝖆 𝕲𝖎𝖞𝖚𝖚 

"Why are you hugging the ground?" giyuu say looking at you like you were a fish out of the water.

"Im not hugging the ground I fell"

"why did you fell"

Please hide your face full of murderous attend he may notice it and fell sad about that.

Just let him go and admit that you were hugging the ground because you were cold or because it looked warm and you wished for cuddle

If you swallow your pride and admit that he will surely ask you if you are cuddle starved and if you want something

...or he may just said that you are really peculiar

𝕾��𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖟𝖚𝖌𝖆𝖜𝖆 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎 

As you were walking chatting together, ultimately you fell down in front of your crush

You were not even aware of the fact that it was completely in his capacities to catch you he was just trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

After he realize your no longer next to him but on the ground he gently declare

"You suck" that's what sanemi thought was the best to say in this situation.

If a tear fall from your eyes he would completely stop smiling and panic, he’ll kneel to your level and give you a handkerchief he is always carrying

and ask you if you wish to go to the butterfly estate

if you are not the one to laugh at humiliation in front of your crush he’ll just propose to treat you at his home.

𝕶𝖞𝖔𝖏𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖔𝖐𝖚 

"You won't fall lower than this at least" he say smiling and if you just stand here baffled by his positiveness he just carry you like you were a child which his enough to make you fell like dying from embarrassment

First you fall in front of your crush and then he just try to comfort you like you were a child that fell and was crying.

He’ll go buy you some sweet, still carrying you around the street

If you were not already dying of shame then this his the final blow.

Our sweet boy just wanted to see a smile on your face you know so just embrace the sun this man is.

𝕶𝖔𝖈𝖍𝖔 ��𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖇𝖚

"Oh my is everything okay?" she calmly ask you

And start giving you enough thing to heal a deadly wounded person, its her way to show you that she cares.

Also tell you that you are too clumsy and shall work on it if you want to live, being clumsy could mean you’re death, don't worry its still her way to show that she cares about you, rigth?

"Don’t worry I’ll go and ask himejima-san if you can join his training every morning, don’t worry I won’t let you die".. I admit she have peculiar way of caring for someone but its just the way she is.

Im nice so I’ll give you one advice, quickly find away to explain that it was just today but that you are not clumsy and don’t need himejima-san special deadly training to survive and she may let you go

𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖀𝖟𝖚𝖎 

"Pouahahah kakdkskaka" -Uzui probably

He knew you were going to fall, he sensed it but he did not feel like catching you.

Truthfully he laughed is ass off and was saying how you flamboyantly fell on your ass

You can be sure that in no time all the demon slayer corps know about this, event if it’s not that funny he which to tell everybody how funny this was.

Just go seek support with his wife there are the best they don’t reflect their marry.

It will takes some time but he will get over it and go and apologize to you

But again some time later he may (he certainly will) bring it out just for fun.

Both of you are like for example just drinking some good sake and he will said ‘remember that time you fell like dog shit’ and start cracking up will you are just standing there, no emotions on your face.

He may or may not pet your head and just say he was kidding after all who loves well chastises as well

𝕴𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖔 𝕺𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖆𝖎 

As you were walking together and him thinking about something else, you were so engrossed in the conversation tat you fell, face first on the ground.

"I won't wait for you, waste of a human"

He deserve to have the stone that make you fall in his face, so you pick it up ready to trow it to his face but him being faster he come back in a sec in front of your face not so tenderly take the stone away from your hands and trow it away

In a way that made him wait for you right?

But dare say this to his face

"in the end you waited for me right"

oh no you dared

The man pride will get hurt and he will just speed up and in no time he his at the other side of the demon slayer corps HQ

Strangely during your next stroll all the stone of the road that could possibly make you fall all disappeared from the ground!

𝕳𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖏𝖎𝖒𝖆 𝕲𝖞𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖎 

I don’t think it’s possible for gyomei to not catch you before you fall, i mean this man is the strongest. The only way you could possibly fall without him catching you before that would be that he his too mesmerized by you that he lowered his guard.

At the moment you fall he would still go to catch you but he was not as fast as normally so you fell.

And he had a lot of regret and though it was his fault you fell, his fault because he couldn't catch you because he was having impure though

So he pick you up and say :

"Were going to the butterfly estate"

Not letting your feet touch the ground again as he carry you (with only one arm of course)

It would take time to hide your embarrassment and explain to the butterfly estate that gyomei was being over dramatic and that you had nothing.

After this accident when you would take stroll he wouldn’t lower is guard anymore (but still let himself drowning in your cuteness) and would walk as close as he can to you so that the next time he could catch you.

𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖗𝖔𝖏𝖎 𝕸𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖎 

You were both walking in a beautiful garden of her estate, hand locked together, you both are just talking and laughing, looking at each other in the eyes eventually,

You hit the stone, and unfortunately you take your love with you on your fall, no romanticism here she did not fell on top of your chest or some sort of thing like this, both of you are on the ground in position who would seem impossible to be natural.

She his the first who sit up on the ground then after a blank moment of realization, she start laughing giving you on of her most beautiful smile while she guffaws she say :

"Oh no i fell too!"

Her stupid smile and laugh are terrible, they are terrible for your heart. Not aware of the state her smile put you trough she asked :

‘‘are you hurt? you are as red as a tomato!’

𝕿𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔 𝕿𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖔 𝕸𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖔

“I like train” muichiro say while walking without looking at you nor looking at the ground.

You were dying behind him trying to match is walking speed with the little stamina your body held.

So you ask him to wait for you and he just say "who are you?" 

So you look at him, then he looks at you, and then you still look at him, an embarrassing moment that end when he walk away 

Then after 10 meters he realize, and turn back, look at you with puppy eyes, like in a movie you start running, arms wide open (in slow mo), but then you fall because of a little stone on the ground, modd killed, face licking the ground.

After the pain is gone you stand up and see that muichiro is no longer here.. he forgot you again! damn him!!

[roshytsunami]

King of the Black Forest

Rachel knew her worth, had known it since birth. She was a spoiled child when she was younger. Her mother and father had yet to succumb to their demise and as such she was in a world of luxgury. The newest dresses, toys invented just for her, cakes and sweets she couldn’t get enough of, along with cozy nights spent by the warm fire. She truly was spoiled at one point. She lived in the countryside a decent size fortune her father had obtained and kept well for years. Unfortunately it wasn’t to last. Her mother and father were in a carriage accident heading to town. Rachel had decided to stay behind with the maid, more interested in her stuff bunny Fluffyminkins than going on a carriage ride.

She was only four when she lost the only family she had ever known. Soon though her uncle in all his graciousness had taken it upon himself to raise her. He and his wife were only interested in her fortune. They spent it soon enough on lavish gifts, and trips only for themselves leaving Rachel alone with the maids to tend to her needs.

The Lewis’s maids were different from the one’s her father hired. They were terrible people, lazy not wanting to do extra work or help another child of the house. Since her uncle showed no care for Rachel the maids did the same. They would not dress Rachel or help her with any tasks. They deemed it too tedious and it was fun to take out their anger on one who couldn’t fight back.

As such Rachel grew up in this environment for years not trusting her own step least she anger someone of the household. Her uncle at least provided her with studies just enough to pass her off as a good future wife. He had no plans on caring for her until she found a suitable husband or found love. No the sooner she was gone the better it would be. He had already taken all the wealth she could earn. She was just another mouth to feed, another burden.

Rachel fortunately knew of her uncle’s plans. She knew she would not be able to stay here long and if her uncle had his way would sell her to the highest bidder. She needed to escape. Being a runaway woman would not be easy but it would be better than a woman chained in marriage. She had recently started her first blood and knew soon enough her uncle would be searching for a man for her soon.

So as soon as dawn approached she made her way towards the  forest. Her uncle would assume she went to town to escape yet if she hid in the forest perhaps he wouldn’t find her. She could live off the forest for awhile and she had brought some bread and cheese for the long journey ahead. She could survive. Or she planned to at least.

She was deep in the forest when she came upon a young man he looked to be three or four years her senior. He appeared to be shaking. She bites her lip and walks over towards the man cautiously. She sees the beads of sweat upon his brow and kneels by his side wiping his brow with her handkerchief. “You have a fever...do you have a horse,” she asks looking around seeing no horse, not even horse tracks.

Rachel watches the man shake and frowns. She couldn’t just leave the man to die but if she chose to help him her own salvation would be forfeited. She wipes the man’s brow again before standing up. “I’ll be right back with some help,” she says before the man grabs her arm. She winces and pulls out of his grip. “Be strong and hold on tight to this,” she says letting the man hold her handkerchief. “I’ll be back I promise.”

--

Rachel never kept her promise to the man. She returned home and asked for help speaking of  man needing help in the forest. Her uncle assumed she was lying to cover her tracks of trying to flee and beat her senseless. She wasn’t well for weeks and could barely move around the house. She cried herself to sleep on that night knowing she had condemned that man to die alone. How could she have been so stupid.

--

A few years had passed since that incident and as Rachel expected her uncle had made a bargain to sell her in marriage. Her uncle had accumulated too much debt and the only way to be absolved of this debt was to seek out the king’s help. As a loyal subject and as the Lewis’s were once a part of royal society the king had seen her uncle’s demand and agreed to wedding her.

Rachel had cried as soon as she was told the news. She knew the tales of King Richard, the one who owned the Black Forest. The one who was never merciful.

“You’ll not be spared the rod in this marriage,” her uncle had commented as she was packing her things for travel. “You’ll get worse treatment than you have here. I’ll even tell the king what to do to keep your behavior in line,” he sneers.

Rachel can only pack her things ignoring what her uncle has said. She was going to be marrying a demon of a man and there was nothing she could do about it.

---

Her legs shake heart falling to her stomach as she listens to the procession music on her wedding day. Her uncle had scolded her again today. Told her to not even think of doing anything stupid least she feel his wraith one last time. She winces feeling the bruises around her middle as her veil keeps her face hidden from her future husband. She needs to be strong. She can do this. She can be the wife of a demon. If her uncle said the king would do worse than his beatings she could handle it. She would not let this man king or not win.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Rachel stiffens feeling the veil leave her face as she stares at the man that will be her husband. She has not a moment to think anything else before he is kissing her on the lips pulling her against him.

She has never been kissed before but knows this can’t be how you kiss a wife. She gasps lips red from the deep kiss and looks up at the king face flushed before turning her head away. Is that how kisses are to be? Why was it not a peck on the lips why was it so...so warm. She feels her cheeks warming a places her hands there to try and cool the naughtiness she must be thinking.

“Let the celebration begin,” shouts the priest bringing Rachel out of her thoughts.

“Celebrate?” She mumbles quietly over everyone’s voices.

[valdomarx]

Untouchable

Octoberfest day 31: cursed

“Fuck! Geralt! Help!”

Geralt rolls his eyes as Jaskier comes skidding to a halt in front of him. He dreads to imagine what trouble he’s gotten himself into now.

“Something terrible has happened! I had an, umm, unfortunate encounter with a sorcerer.” He blushes, pink creeping over his cheeks. “And he put some horrible curse on me and portaled away, the bastard.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow. “Hmm.”

“And now I can’t touch anyone. Look!” Jaskier holds out a hand to stop a passerby. He goes to shake the confused man’s hand, but the moment their skin makes contact Jaskier gives a yelp of pain and leaps back.

That reaction isn’t feigned, Geralt is sure, even as the man gives them both an odd look and leaves.

“When you touch someone, does it hurt badly?”

Jaskier’s bottom lip wobbles. “It really does.”

He sighs. A lack of touch might be a mere annoyance for him, but he knows it’s more than that for Jaskier. “I’ve heard of a mage who specialises in lifting curses. But he’s all the way in Kovir, and that’s no small journey.”

Jaskier turns big, pleading eyes on him. “Please, Geralt, I’ll do anything. You have to help me.”

As if he could ever refuse him anything. “Alright,” he grumbles. “We’ll head to Kovir.”

-

At first, Jaskier appears as bright as ever. Yet as the days pass, more and more often he chews his lip in a nervous habit, and he rubs his fingers together when people come too close. He smells of anxiety and restlessness.

Each evening, once the dinner has been eaten and the sun has set, they lay out their bedrolls by the embers of the fire. The scent of anxiety is replaced by one of loneliness and Jaskier will curl in on himself, like he’s trying to make himself smaller. It’s sad, how much lesser Jaskier seems to feel without touch.

Geralt is used to being shunned, to going months without a friendly clap on the shoulder or shake of the hand. But Jaskier isn’t, and the curse is taking a toll on him. Geralt wishes he could help, that he could provide some comfort, but he knows right now all he can cause Jaskier is pain.

-

They need coin for their journey, so Geralt takes jobs along the way. He’s on a contract to clear a nest of nekkers and he has, for some unknown reason, allowed Jaskier to accompany him. Jaskier had wheedled and pleaded and in the end Geralt had found himself unable to say no.

It should be fine. A nekker nest is an easy job, and as agile and springy as the creatures are, they’ve no stamina and they’re easy to kill.

That must be why he allows his concentration to slip when he’s approaching the nest, his eyes darting to the side to check Jaskier is safe behind a rock. The momentary slip lets one of the foul little things bounce up to him and sink its teeth into his gauntlet, more of an annoyance than a real threat. He shakes it off with one hand and uses the other to cut more of the creatures down with his silver blade. His gauntlet goes flying, but no matter, he can collect that later.

He rounds on the last few of the creatures who are nickering angrily. As he circles them he sees Jaskier peeking his head over the rock and then creeping closer, trying to get a better look.

Fuck. He kills two of the nekkers quickly, but the last three have picked up on Jaskier’s scent and are eyeing him with interest. Geralt sees two leaning back on their hind legs, preparing to leap at Jaskier and cut him to shreds with their sharp claws.

He has a split second to make a decision: Grab Jaskier and risk hurting him himself, or leave him where he is and watch the creatures go for his chest. It’s no choice at all really, so Geralt sends up a quiet word of apology and grabs Jaskier firmly around the neck with his ungloved hand and shoves him out of the way.

The last two creatures leap into the air, but with their target gone they’re easy prey. Geralt cuts them down with minimal effort and turns, expecting to see Jaskier writhing on the ground in pain.

He’s not though. He’s sat in the mud with a puzzled expression on his face.

“That didn’t hurt,” he says, seemingly mystified. “Well, being thrown to the ground was not the most delightful experience, but when you touched me - it didn’t hurt.”

That is strange. Geralt had been sure he’d triggered the curse.

Jaskier gets to his feet and regards Geralt quizzically. Very carefully, he reaches out and touches his fingertip to Geralt’s bare hand. He doesn’t flinch back or gasp in pain. Instead, he takes Geralt’s entire hand in his own, and a beautiful smile blooms over his face.

“I can touch you! But how?”

Geralt stares down at their joined hands, unsure why he feels unsteady. “Witchers are immune to magic?” he guesses. “I suppose that could be -”

He’s interrupted by Jaskier throwing his arms around him and hugging him close, happy little sounds of joy and relief spilling from him. “Oh, Geralt, thank the gods, I was losing my mind.” He snuggles deeper against Geralt, rubbing his face into his neck and hanging on tight.

“Oh. Well.” It seems the only thing for Geralt to do is to hug him back, so he puts his arms around his shoulders and draws him in.

-

Jaskier keeps touching him all the rest of the day. Whenever he bumps their shoulders or grabs Geralt’s hand, he breaks out into a wide, goofy smile, like it’s novel and fun every time.

Perhaps the curse has worn off? The next traveller who passes them by, Jaskier finds an excuse to stop him and shake his hand. But the moment their hands touch, Jaskier yelps in pain.

He’s still cursed then. But he can touch Geralt. Strange.

And Geralt can’t help but indulge him, even though he knows Jaskier is touching him because he’s the only option, not because he really wants to. He reminds himself that Jaskier would surely rather be off with some pretty lady, not grasping at a crotchety witcher for comfort.

But still, every time Jaskier brushes their hands together and smiles, he feels a little wobbly inside.

-

That night, he watches as once again Jaskier curls in on himself, small and sad by the fire. The further north they travel, the colder the weather grows, and the more distressed Jaskier becomes.

“Hey.” He keeps his voice soft, and Jaskier turns to look at him with big, wide eyes. “Join me?” He lifts a corner of his bedroll and waves him over; an offer, not a command.

Jaskier immediately scurries over and burrows into him, all hands and hot breath and happy murmurs. He settles into Geralt’s chest with a contented sigh, and Geralt wraps his arms carefully around him.

This, at least, he can do. Jaskier will find someone else to warm him soon enough, but for now, he has Geralt.

-

Geralt is on his way back from a job when the sound of raised voices makes him quicken his step. Outside the inn where he’d left Jaskier, he spots a distinctive bright blue doublet in the midst of a gang of angry-looking locals. They’re poking at him and taunting, and Jaskier is gasping in pain.

“Look at this precious little thing,” one of them sneers. “So delicate he can’t even bear to be touched by us lowly folks.”

The man reaches out and grasps Jaskier firmly around the wrist, and Jaskier screams, raw and excruciating. The sound reaches into Geralt’s chest and twists painfully, and he breaks into a sprint.

The next thing he knows, the man is on the ground before him, sobbing as Geralt twists his arm to the point of breaking. The others have fallen back, trying to hide behind each other, and Jaskier stands off to one side cradling his wrist.

“You don’t touch him,” Geralt growls, and the man before him pales even further. “Understood?”

The man nods frantically, babbling apologies, and as much as he’s tempted to break a few bones to drive home his point, he knows Jaskier wouldn’t want that. He drops the man’s arm and snarls, “Go.” He and his friends beat a hasty retreat, leaving the street empty but for him and Jaskier.

“Jask,” he says, and it breaks his heart to see Jaskier so pale, a tear running down his cheek. “Are you alright?” He’s wracked with guilt - he should have been here to protect him.

Jaskier smiles sadly. “I’m fine. My own fault, really.” He reaches out as if to touch Geralt’s hand before faltering, unsure.

He’s clearly in need of comfort, so Geralt pushes his own uncertainties aside and steps closer. He brings up one hand to wipe away the tears from Jaskier’s cheek, and cradles his face as gently as he can. “It’s okay,” he says in the tone he uses to reassure Roach when she’s frightened. “I’ve got you.”

Jaskier blinks up at him with watery eyes, but his smile is more genuine now. “Yeah,” he sighs softly. “Yeah, you do.”

-

Jaskier still insists on performing as they travel, and as much as the thought of him among all those grasping hands sets Geralt’s teeth on edge, he does understand. For all the times that he’s been injured and insisting on continuing to work, it would be hypocritical of him to deny that to Jaskier.

He sways carefully around the tavern as he plays, and to a stranger he’d seem relaxed and at ease but Geralt knows him well enough to see the anxiety in his rigid movements. Each time a hand reaches out toward him he flinches, though normally he’d be luxuriating in the attention.

Each flinch has Geralt’s grasp on his mug of ale tightening, until the wood is groaning beneath his hand and he has to shake it loose lest he crack the mug and send ale flowing over the table.

Jaskier can take care of himself. He’ll be fine.

-

He certainly does seem fine, and by the end of the evening he’s caught the attention of a pretty girl with voluminous curls spilling out from the dainty handkerchief tied around her head. When Jaskier is done with his performance she buys him a drink, and she leans over the table to giggle as they speak in low voices.

Geralt watches from his corner table and scowls. He tells himself his foul mood comes from concern for Jaskier, from worry that this woman might hurt him unintentionally. He almost has himself convinced it’s true.

There’s no point skulking in the shadows all night, he knows, so he finishes his ale and heads upstairs to their room. As he lays down, the bed feels strangely empty without Jaskier’s bustle and scent and colour. Wondering when he became so damn soft, he slips into a meditation.

-

It’s not long before he’s revived by the sound of Jaskier creeping into the room and hurriedly undressing.

Geralt rubs his eyes, dispelling the lingering wooziness. “I thought you’d spend the night celebrating,” he says, trying to keep his voice light. “With that nice young lady.”

In the low light, he sees Jaskier shrug. “It got rather awkward when she kept trying to touch me and I kept having to run away.”

“Too bad.”

“Yeah.” He settles into bed next to Geralt. “It’s just -” Geralt can smell the mixture of exhilaration, arousal, and frustration on him. “It’s frustrating. Wanting something and not being able to have it.”

“Hmm.” Geralt knows that feeling all too well.

“I’m -” Jaskier turns his head away a fraction, and Geralt can see a blush spreading over his cheeks. “I’m not used to going so long without… you know. It’s making me antsy.” He rubs the palm of one hand against his crotch, shifting awkwardly in the bed.

“Hmm.” He inhales again, and the scent of arousal is sharper, more prominent. He rolls onto his side, tentatively places a hand on Jaskier’s thigh. “I could help,” he offers. “If you want.”

He’s expecting to be told no. He’s expecting Jaskier might even push him away, disgusted. He’s not expecting the way Jaskier sucks in a breath, the way the scent of arousal blooms, the way Jaskier squims beneath his hand.

“You’d do that for me?” Jaskier’s voice is breathy.

I’d do anything for you, he thinks but doesn’t say. Instead he places his hand on top of Jaskier’s and guides it to the fastenings of his trousers. Jaskier unlaces himself in a clumsy rush which Geralt can’t help but find endearing, and then he’s working his cock free, rubbing gentle strokes with their two joined hands.

It’s nice like this, where Geralt can let Jaskier guide him, show him what he likes. His fingers tease along the soft skin on the underside of his cock, the delicious slick at the head. As he strokes, Jaskier shakes in his arms, gasping and writhing. When he comes, it’s with a soft, gentle sigh of contentment that Geralt wants to bottle and keep forever.

Jaskier makes a tokenistic effort to wipe himself down with a shirt and collapses back into bed. “Should I…” He chews his bottom lip. “Would you like me to return the favour?”

Geralt’s cock is pressing against his trousers like iron, and Jaskier must be able to feel it. But he didn’t do this with the expectation of recompense. He just wants Jaskier to feel good.

“No, it’s okay,” he says softly.

“Oh,” Jaskier sounds disappointed, almost. “Okay.”

They fall asleep like that, curled up close together, but a feeling of uncertainty hanging between them.

-

In the weeks after that, Jaskier takes to touching Geralt even more. They sleep close together every night, and they find pleasure in each other when they need to. Geralt makes his peace with this unspoken arrangement: he is a hand to Jaskier when he needs it, and Jaskier returns the favour as a politeness.

The first time Jaskier kisses him while they rut together, his heart is fit to burst out of his chest. Trading favours is one thing, but the surge of love and heat and affection that erupts in his chest when Jaskier brings their lips together can’t be denied. He could kiss Jaskier every single night and never tire of it, he thinks. Late at night, as they move together, Geralt feels himself falling.

It’s not everything he wants, but it’s enough.

It has to be enough, because soon they’ll make it to Kovir, and then they can lift the curse, and then Jaskier won’t need him at all any more.

Geralt catches himself wishing that the curse won’t be lifted, and then he’s disgusted at himself for being so selfish.

-

Kovir is beautiful. Sharp, snow-dusted mountains dart up into the sky, and great rivers flow with fresh water through green, lush lands. The city of Pont Vanis is breathtaking, with spire towers reaching up toward the heavens and rich mosaics of glasswork covering every surface. Each new corner seems to hold some elegant delight of artistry, and Jaskier grabs his hand to pull him along each new street to behold some fresh wonder.

But they are not here for gawping, Geralt tells himself, and he steers them toward the address of the mage he’s heard is an expert in curses.

Once inside, the Koviri mage stares at the pair of them.

“A curse, you say?” He raises an eyebrow.

Geralt stands protectively behind Jaskier, ready to leap to his defense should the mage prove troublesome.

“Yes. Whenever anyone touches me, I feel horrendous pain.” Jaskier grimaces. “Except for Geralt. For some reason, he can touch me and it’s fine.”

The mage nods. “I see. Did you perchance anger a magic user?”

“Ahh.” Jaskier looks at his feet. “Well. There was a mage whose acquaintance I made. He seemed… less than happy when I declined his offer of companionship.”

The Koviri mage shudders. “What monsters southerners can be. Cursing someone because they rejected you, what hideous behaviour.”

Geralt is warming up to this mage already.

“Let me see what I can do.” The mage closes his eyes and reaches out his hands, holding them a few inches from Jaskier’s chest.

He opens his eyes again and squints curiously. “Strange. I can’t feel any curse upon you.”

He reaches out, and pokes Jaskier in the chest. Geralt leaps forward, ready to defend his bard from this onslaught, but he’s stopped in his tracks by Jaskier’s voice.

“Huh.” He sounds perplexed, not pained. “That’s odd. That didn’t hurt at all.”

They reason perhaps it’s because the mage is a magic user too, so they bring in the mage’s servant. He touches Jaskier’s hand and again he’s fine. Then they try the washerwoman next door. That’s fine too.

The mage shrugs and smiles. “It seems that the curse has worn off. Some weaker enchantments only last a matter of days.”

Jaskier’s eyes go wide. “You mean… all this time, I’ve been fine? I could have been touching anyone?”

The mage hums, eyes sparkling. “So it appears.” He looks at Geralt, and his gaze is penetrating. “Perhaps it has not been such a loss for you though, hmm? There are many paths to knowledge.”

-

They stagger out into the weak Koviri sunshine and Geralt is consumed with guilt and relief and worry. Surely Jaskier will hate him now. Hate him and leave him, now they’re no longer tied together.

“Jaskier-” he begins, just as Jaskier turns to him to say, “Geralt-”

They stare at each other a beat too long.

Geralt’s shoulders slump. Let the end come if it must. “Go on,” he says, bracing himself.

“Thank you.” Jaskier is giving him that soft, quiet smile that he loves. “For taking care of me.”

That doesn’t make any sense.

“I’m sorry,” he blurts out. “I should have known better. I understand if you want to leave.”

Jaskier shakes his head and takes his hand. “Come on.” He leads Geralt toward one of Kovir’s elegant public parks. “Let’s walk.”

-

They stroll beneath a series of wooden archways, woven thick with roses. The sunlight peeks through in dappled spots on the springy grass.

“I don’t regret it,” Jaskier says. “These last weeks. I don’t blame you. You’ve done nothing but try to help me.”

“But you could have been with anyone.” Geralt’s stomach twists at the thought he’s been keeping Jaskier against his will. “You could have touched anyone. Kissed anyone. Found anyone else to bring you pleasure.”

“Oh, Geralt.” Jaskier stops and tenderly brushes a stray hair from Geralt’s face. “I didn’t want anyone else.”

Geralt barely dares to breath. Hope rages within him, frothing and exuberant. “You mean-”

“I didn’t want anyone else then, and I don’t want anyone else now.” He leans in and presses the softest kiss to the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “I always just wanted you.”

His heart feels like it could beat out of his chest. “So you’ll stay with me? Even now?”

Jaskier strokes one finger down his cheek, and his entire world narrows to the joining of their bodies. “Always,” Jaskier promises. “There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

[fe-fictions]

Oooooh more Xander and Corrin please ! 😇😊

(O? maybe some spooked bad dream xandy?)

War was hard on everybody. But you found it within yourself to bear the burden, and were able to get some sleep at night.

Exhaustion was tugging at you while you scribbled out battle plans, deciding it was past time for rests. You blew out the candle, and settled in for a good sleep.

Then someone banged on your door.

You bit back a groan, the pull of sleep almost convincing you to ignore whoever it was. The knocking continued, almost in a furious manner. You slunk out of your bed to at least stop the noise.

“Corrin!”

“Xander?” Your voice was loud, surprised to see him there, “Er, what’s the matter?”

“I-I’m sorry to barge in like this. Unfortunately I wasn’t sure where else to go.” He said quickly, his voice rushed and shaky.

You nodded, allowing him to enter your room. Xander hurried in, pausing in the middle of your room and turning to face you.

“Of course. It’s all right, I suppose.” You joked softly, but he didn’t so much as crack a smile.

His face was drawn, and pale, and quite frankly it was freaking you out.

I...I just needed to see you. Badly.” He said ominously, and your cheeks dusted a light pink. You stepped towards him, despite the fact he was pacing.

“Has something happened?” You asked worriedly, since the frightened look didn't bode well. But he shook his head, looking at you with a deep frown.

“N-no. It wasn’t anything like that. To be honest, it isn’t even that big of an issue. Just an...overactive imagination.” He sighed, “It...was a terrible dream. A nightmare.”

“Do you...want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly. I just needed to see you. ...Alive.” He mumbled the last part, and made your heart lurch.

He had a death dream about you.

“Sounds like a rough night.” You murmured, and took his hand in yours.

You led him to the bed, and sat him down while he silently watched you. His grip on your hand was tight; borderline desperate.

“I apologize for all of this...it’s hardly my place to rush into your room over a childish thing like a bad dream.” He mumbled, but you shook your head, taking a handkerchief and gently cleaning his face.

“It’s okay, I promise. I understand the need for reassurance; I’ve been in many a situation myself.” You answered, making his gaze finally meet yours.

“You have night terrors, too?”

“War affects all of us, Xander. But you don’t need to worry. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you."

“I...I suppose. It just felt so real.” He replied weakly, nose crinkling at the thought.

You decided to test your luck despite your previous statement, asking, “Can you tell me what happened?”

He sighed softly, though it was shaky like his fingers still clutching yours. The handkerchief slipped from his person, and you gave him your full attention when he finally spoke.

“It was...you, fighting in the field. When Hoshido surrounded us. Except, it wasn’t Hoshido, it was...well, it was like an army of demons, not people.”

"I see." You nodded, considering how strongly he felt about them, you weren't surprised they'd appear as shadowy, red-glow-eyed monsters in his mind.

“They were reaching for you, and you went to them. I was trying to get you to come back, but...you never looked at us. Or, at me. It was just me.”

You gave his hand another squeeze when he paused. “Did I join Hoshido?”

“I-it was worse. Prince Ryoma took your hand, and led you in. I...I shouted something. It’s all blurry...but the demons surrounded you, and then I heard you scream. Y-you were terrified.”

“...That sounds horrible.” You sympathized with Xander’s shot heart.

He didn’t say anything else, just stared at the floor. You could tell he was berating himself for being weak.

“It’s all right, Xander.” You murmured, pulling him close and resting his head against your shoulder. “It’s nothing you could control, that nightmare. But it’s gone now, and there’s nothing for you to be afraid of. I chose you, remember?”

“I-I know that. I shouldn’t be so afraid of that dream, it makes no sense. I suppose it was just…”

“Your wildest fears coming to life? It’s a scary thing.” You agreed, your hand running through his soft curls in a soothing manner. Your other arm came around his back, holding him close.

“Regardless, it was all in my mind. I shouldn’t be so afraid.”

“Allow yourself a little understanding. We can’t always be strong when we’re in a war, like this."

“I suppose you’re right.” He exhaled heavily, moving away to look you in the eye. “Thank you, Corrin. Truly, you’re a wonderful young woman.”

“I’m just happy to help.” You replied with a nervous chuckle, cheeks heating up at the once in a lifetime compliment. “Think you’re ready to head back to bed, now?”

“To...be perfectly honest...I would prefer being here with you. Where I know you’re safe.”

“Fair enough.” You mused, falling back on the bed. “I plan on going to sleep, though. If you’d like, you can join me. Is that all right?”

“How could I refuse?” Xander smiled weakly, which faded once he situated next to you. The prince faced away from you, slightly awkward when it finally sank in that he was sleeping in bed, next to you.

“...Good night.” You mumbled, glancing over at his tense form.

He grunted, obviously uncomfortable. But you didn’t doubt for a second this wasn't where he wanted to be.

“Right. Good night.”

About seven minutes of silence passed before you felt the bed shift, and Xander’s arms came around you, hand resting where your heart beat steadily.

A knowing smile crossed your lips as you felt his own heartbeat slow down to a peaceful rate.

You’d never felt more secure and warm in your whole life.

...Nor more embarrassed when Jakob came in the morning and near cut Xander to pieces when he saw him in your bed.

[mara-xx217]

Hello ! Can I request sweet baby max courting reader ? Him being a cutie pie in monsters favorite was so adorable +_+

Yeah I loved making him so cute 🥰

Allergies

Part Two

So.. What Do They Like..? Part One

Max didn’t know what to do. He knew in a vague sense what he wanted, but he didn’t know how to go about it. He’s never had any outside contact with anyone other than his parents, before, and even then, it was more than horrific. People meant bad things would happen. That he would be hurt. That he would be scared. People were bad, but… But you weren’t. You were… different. You didn’t scream at him. You didn’t ridicule him for his outward appearance. You didn’t even try to get in his personal space. You were the one and only person that Max has ever met that has ever treated him like, well… a human being, with dignity and respect. He… he didn’t know how to process that. But, what he did know, what he wanted, was to show you… something.

Max was beyond frustrated. He didn’t know much: he didn’t know how to read or write, he was terrible at sewing, didn’t have a green thumb, and couldn’t cook to save his life. There wasn’t a whole lot he could do, but what he wanted was to do something for you, just what he didn’t know. What did girls like..? He’s hardly ever been around girls, mostly because, well… they run away screaming and crying from him, not that he exactly blames them, but still… The only female he’s ever known was his… his… … No, he doesn’t know any girls, or what they like or much of anything, really.

Hmm… well.. then again.. there were times that he heard something through the walls of his prison, when he was a young boy. He heard people talking. Different people, at different times, maybe..? Well, what’s important was that he heard someone talking about girls, about what they like, about the things they want, about making them happy. Something he’s heard a few times was something like “diamonds are a girl's best friend”, but Max didn’t know what that’s supposed to mean, unfortunately. He’s heard talk about flowers, which he’s actually done, and to decent effect, it would seem. Right? You smiled, so it had to be good, right?

Oh, what else..? Damnit..! He’s getting all nervous and flustered thinking about your smiling face. How pink your cheeks were, how bright your eyes were and how wide your grin was… And it was all because of him. Bouncing his leg wildly, Max anxiously scans the mold-infested cornfields that surrounds his childhood home. Yeah, no one ever comes here, but he can’t help but to always be on guard. But, what if she stops by..? He fiddles with his torn and frayed shirt, heart jumping up to his throat as his blood rushes to his ears. Yeah right… It was a one off. It was nice, though… Max sighs, beyond miserable. I guess I should-

“Ack! God damn-! Uhhh- Nnghh-..! M-Max..? H-He- Ehh… Shit!” Max nearly jumped out of his skin. Is-?! No! I must be dreaming! There’s no way that she-!?

“Uuughhhh… I-I brought y-your handkerchief back, but, uhhh… I might have to use it again… Heh heh…” Maybe he should run back inside. You haven’t seen him, yet, so he should have more than enou- Wait. You… You brought it back..? You… You’re-

Before he could make up his mind, you appeared through the mess of corn, teary eyed and flushed looking. Well, it’s too late now… Max both praised and cursed himself, he was definitely excited to see you again, but he was beyond terrified and already on the cusp of being overwhelmed. When you pause, looking him up and down with a concerned look on your face, Max realized that he was in a defensive stance, ready to either run away or hunker down and fight. He quickly stands up straight, nearly slipping and falling down the stairs of his porch.

Max wanted to die of embarrassment. That’s all he’s done around you, just embarrassed himself from the moment he’s met you all the way up to now. I’m such a damn fool… He wilts noticeably, and you shuffle to the foot of the stairs, making sure to give him enough space. I wouldn’t wanna be near me, neither…

“H-Hey, you okay, Max..? I didn’t scare you, did I?” You asked, sniffling as you hold back a sneeze. You? Scare him? Yeah right… I-I gotta say somethin, uhh… Uhhh…

“N-Nah… ‘m fine…” Max cringes at how much he was tripping on his own tongue, but you don’t bring any attention to it. Instead, you hold out the oil-stained handkerchief, offering it to him. Max’s heart skips a beat. You really did bring it back… He hesitates, and you lower your arm slightly, giving him an apologetic smile.

“S-Sorry… I know this was sudden, s-so I can just l-leave it on the steps and be on my way, if you’d like…” W-Wait! No-! Wait!

“I-Is alright! I- Uh, umm…” He began to sweat. Okay, he needs to do something, and fast! W-What do girls like..?! What do they like?! Flowers, whatever diamonds are supposed to be, soft things, probably… Um… S-Shit..!

He hesitates again, before taking a cautious step down towards you. You tilt your head to the side, still not moving, but also smiling warmly at him, patiently waiting. He takes another step, pausing to wonder if this was really a good idea. You still don’t move. Still don’t stop smiling. Another step. Nothing changes. One more, still the same. Final step, and he’s towering over you, drumming his twitchy fingers against his thighs.

You present the handkerchief once more, neatly folded and partially cleaned, as clean as something so used could be. Max stares at it, eyes flicking to your face before quickly darting away, sheepish at how kindly you were looking at him. Just do it and get it over with. Then you can go back to being miserable all by your lonesome… He begins to raise his hand, before lowering it, nervous of how you may react. Swallowing his fear, Max lifts his hand, much, much faster than he had intended, but you didn’t flinch away. Just… You just kept smiling sweetly… And it made his heart hurt.

Hesitating one last time, Max placed his hand on the handkerchief, before gently pushing it towards your chest, gently and awkwardly patting your closed fist. You quirked your brows, a little confused, but said nothing, fearing that you may scare him off. Max sucks in a deep breath, before nervously taking a step back.

“Erm… Y-Ya can keep i-it… Y-Ya prolly need it m-more than me, anyhow…” Your eyes soften before holding the old cloth tighter and closer to your heart. O-Oh… Max’s own heart began to ache. You ducked your head briefly, before shaking the hair from your eyes, smiling even wider than before.

“T-Thank you, Max… That’s really sweet of you…” His heart nearly stopped. You looked so pretty… Max mumbled under his breath, too shy to really look in your general direction at this point. He was about to run away, but then he remembered. I still don’t know what girls like…

Opening and closing his mouth a few times, debating on whether he wanted to embarrass himself further, he sneaked another look at you. Oh… Well… You still held that old rag close, with your brows furrowed at a confused, but genuine smile ghosting your lips. Cheeks flushed slightly, and yellow dress blowing in the gentle breeze… He looked away. … What’s the worst that could happen..? Already made a fool of myself so far. What’s a little more..?

“U-Um… Y-Y-Y/N..?”

“Hmm..?”

“W-What d-do g-g-girls like..?”

[sucker-for-sniffles]

Hello hello it’s the fic where the AI presents with a cold so their crewmates pity them properly. Posting at 1am no proofreading just a silly little 1.5k words. They’re on a spaceship that’s truly the only context needed lmao

(Unfortunately I don’t know how to insert a read more on mobile bc this disaster website changes it constantly)

—

Ariel has been dealing with some sort of bug in their system involving a stripped wire, that much they told Lex this morning. No big deal, and nothing else out of the ordinary, which doesn’t explain why they’ve decided to show up to Luth’s interview stuffed to hell and back with a head cold.

Lex ran late, or they would have been here soon enough to ask. Instead, they sweep into the meeting room to find the Miranda’s most high-strung intern sitting ramrod straight and her AI’s hologram sprawled over the table red-nosed and sniffling.

“Captain Daring! Hello!” Luth chirps with a little wave and a nervous smile. “I was starting to worry I’d got the time wrong, ha.”

“You’re three minutes late,” Ariel informs Lex, eyebrows raised. “He was about to have a heart attack.” They sniffle and drag a hand under their nose.

Lex takes a seat across from Luth. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries!” Luth says, looking like a man with many worries. “Ariel, I-I was saying—a-are you sure you should be here?”

“Essential personnel!” Ariel says, raising a fist in mock cheer. “I’ll manage.”

Luth casts a furrow-browed glance to Lex, who refrains from rolling their eyes. “You’re not contagious or anything?”

Ariel drags their head up to stare. “Wow,” they deadpan. “I hadn’t thought of that. You might catch m-my—my col-ld—!” They duck sharply behind a hand. “h-hah—hit-tCHSHshhh!”

“Bless you!” Luth says, hauling his bag into his lap.

Ariel isn’t done. “—ITchshhiew! ‘TSSHhssu! Nng…’scuze me.” They sniffle sharply. “You’re right, you don’t wanna catch this.”

“Bless you, bless you. Here.” Luth pulls a handkerchief from his bag and offers it to Ariel.

“Thanks.” Ariel shoots Lex a look of barely constrained mirth as Luth drops the handkerchief through their holographic hand onto the table.

“Ariel, quit messing with them,” Lex scolds as Luth hurries the handkerchief back into his bag. Ariel yanks a tissue from midair and blows their nose softly. “Luth, they’re fine, they just want attention.”

“Let the record state I resent that assessment,” Ariel says lightly, tossing the tissue out of existence over their shoulder.

“Noted. Luth?”

“Yes!” Luth drops his bag and folds his hands on the table, then unfolds them and refolds a different way.

Lex smiles. “You seem tense.”

“Yes!” Luth agrees with a firm nod, and refolds his hands again.

“You know this isn’t a test, right?” Lex offers. “I know ‘assessment’ and ‘interview’ can be nerve-wracking words, but you’ve got a position in the bag. We’re just deciding what, exactly.”

Luth’s eyes go wide. “Oh! Oh, that’s a relief, thank you!”

“I told you that,” Ariel whines.

“Well,” Luth protests, unlocking his fingers to let his hands flutter by his sides, “you made it sound like ‘garbage boy’ was on the table, positions-wise.”

“Maintenance staff is a perfectly good position,” Ariel protests. “But, no, you’d be terrible at it. With all the love in my heart,” they add with a cheeky smile.

“I hate touching things,” Luth agrees, looking elated to make this known.

Lex clears their throat, hoping to drag this meeting back on track. “You’ve been working with Dr. Emma Loevenich on making her research accessible to laypeople, yes?”

Just as Lex hoped, Luth lights up. “Yeah! In school, I always loved explaining things to my family, and I thought I wanted to go into astrophysics to, to further research, but really I just like, um, talking about…Ariel?”

Ariel’s buried their face in a crumple of tissues, their breath hitching softly. They roll their hand in a go on gesture, but before Luth can, they clap both hands over their nose and snap forward into another bout of sneezes: “uh—it’TSHhuu! S-sorruh—hhrr’IITCHhhhiew!! hah…hih…!?” They uncurl slowly, squinting over the tissues and breathing audibly, shakily through their mouth.

“Bless you!” Luth drums a nervous little beat on the table. “I was saying, so, why not make talking about it the career instead? Lots of other people are smarter than me at—”

“tTCHiew!” The lights snap off for a split second, then back on to Ariel blowing their nose sharply. “Sorry! Sorry. Done, I think.”

“Bless you,” Luth says again, giving Ariel a look of absolute pity. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

Ariel shrugs. “Essential personnel.”

“We can do this later,” Luth says, very obviously not wanting to do this later.

Lex is about to refuse for them, but Ariel shakes their head and gives a tired, disarmingly genuine little smile. “This takes like—snf—this much processing power,” they say, holding their thumb and forefinger almost touching. “Gotta run the ship anyhow.”

Luth nods and goes to pat Ariel’s hand where it rests on the table, then withdraws his hand when it just phases through. “Thank you.”

“Welcome.”

And then Ariel is uncharacteristically quiet for the rest of the interview, chiming in mostly with factual information and the occasional sneezing fit. Even knowing it’s just a weird little charade, Lex can’t help but feel a bit bad for them. They perk up a bit to wave goodbye and, not done being a little shit, offer Luth a handshake.

Luth accepts and, with a poorly-hidden grin, pumps his hand up and down with Ariel’s like it’s tangible. Ariel snickers.

“Um!” Luth says. “I, uh, I hope you feel better! When I was sick as a kid my dad always made tea with lemon and honey, I can’t remember what kind, but I’ll, I’ll ask him?”

Ariel blinks slowly. “Uh—”

“I know you can’t drink it!” Luth says quickly, flapping a hand. “But I, uh, I’m making you tea in, in spirit. Whatever that means.”

“Thanks,” Ariel says with a grin. “Appreciate it.”

Luth glows. “Of course! Um, bye, Captain Daring!”

Lex waves goodbye and Luth hurries out the door, digging for something in his bag. When the door shuts, Lex turns to Ariel with raised eyebrows. “So.”

“So,” Ariel echoes, mimicking Lex’s expression. “I think he’d do amazing work with Emma, but ma—”

“You first,” Lex interrupts. “What’s going on?”

Are…are they blushing? “I’m sick,” they say, crossing their arms.

“I can see that,” Lex says, feeling impatience pull at the back of their neck. “Why?”

“I told you this morning.” Ariel scowls. “There’s a couple stripped wires right where I’m plugged into the engines.”

“Which is the robot equivalent of a head cold, obviously,” Lex deadpans.

Oops, that might actually have upset them. “Which doesn’t have a human equivalent,” Ariel snaps, “but I knew if I didn’t do something you’d just forget I’m sick.” They sniffle and scrub at their nose with the back of their hand. “And you forgot anyway.”

Lex spreads their arms defensively. “You said it wasn’t serious!”

“I said ‘it’s not catastrophic.’ Verbatim, that’s what I told you, ‘not catastrophic.’” Oh, no, their feelings are hurt. “It still fucking sucks. Charges keep hopping between them and sending things haywire and I’m spending so much energy fixing it that you can’t even tell there’s a problem. And it just feels…icky.”

Lex bites their tongue against a handful of unconstructively defensive retorts and settles on the still barely-constructive, “You said you weren’t just doing this for attention.”

The look of utter disgust on Ariel’s face is response enough, but they say, “I was objecting to ‘they’re fine.’ And to ‘just.’ Humans attention-seek all the time, it’s not that different ‘cause I don’t have the mechanisms built-in.”

“That’s…fair,” Lex admits, ignoring the little twinge of guilt in their gut. “Why don’t you…fix it? Is that a stupid question?”

“No,” Ariel says while their expression says ‘yes.’ “We’d have to turn off the engines. Just for a few minutes, but we can’t stop in the wormways.”

“Right.” Lex taps their finger on the table. “That sucks.”

Ariel huffs. “Yep.”

“Sorry I was so dismissive.”

“Thanks.” Ariel smiles impishly. “It works, you know. To get attention.”

Lex leans back in their chair, relieved to see such a familiar expression on Ariel’s face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ariel holds up a hand and starts counting on their fingers. “Luth really did message his dad about that tea blend. Pavel’s been using me to practice how to say ‘bless you’ in different languages. Manon actually tucked me in and sang me a lullaby.”

Lex laughs. “How’d she manage that?”

“Badly. The tucking and the singing.” Ariel’s smile turns soft. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“Right.” Lex frowns. “Well…if you were anyone else, I’d tell you to get some rest, but…”

“No rest for the wicked,” Ariel agrees. “So, about Luth?”

It takes Lex a moment to catch up with the shift. “Keep ‘em with Loevenich, obviously.”

Ariel wags a finger. “Maybe,” they say, “but I was also thinking…”

[kumqu4t]

birthday with the company headcanons!

☆ a birthday gift to two wonderful people, @trxblemaker and @rowandor whose birthdays are on the 13th and 14th respectively!

☆ (platonic!company/reader)

☆ takes place after BOTFA, everybody lived!!

☆ kind of angsty at the beginning but dON’T WORRY THERE IS MUCH COMFORT AND FLUFF TO MAKE UP FOR IT!!!!

☆ target audience- teen reader

☆ (y/bday)= your birthday

☆ (y/n/a)= your new age

you were slowly but surely getting settled into erebor, your new home

shortly after the battle, you found yourself adopted by EVERY MEMBER OF THE COMPANY

you now wore braids with handmade beads in your hair, one for each family

you lived in erebor, obviously

and all the other families, lived in rooms in the same hallway

you spent most of your time exploring

and the company weren’t the only ones you spent time with

dís had taken a liking to you quite fast, proving to be a much appreciated maternal figure in your life

tauriel was like a sister to you. someone you could prank kíli with, but also go to for advice and a listening ear

so basically you never had to worry about being lonely

things had been pretty quiet and uneventful for awhile

until, on one ordinary day, you made the mistake of bringing up your birthday

you were walking aimlessly around erebor, simply exploring and enjoying the view

when kíli bounded up to you, a smile lighting up his face

“company supper coming up! you will be in attendance, right (y/n)?”

“it’ll be great fun,” he continued. “we’re planning to head to the library after and tell stories while enjoying a few drinks.”

“no drinks for you though, little sister,” he added as an afterthought, ruffling your hair playfully

kíli now looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response

“oh that sounds great,” you answered after a pause. “what day is it planned for?”

“(y/bday) at 6:00!” kíli answered

you responded without thinking

“oh that’s my birthday! i’ll be turning (y/n/a). huh! with the quest and the battle and everything it must have slipped my mind! anyways, of course i’ll be coming, i can’t wait!”

you looked at kíli to see him frozen in place, a pained expression on his face

“kíli?”

you waved a hand in front of his face “earth to kíli?”

he jerked to life, flashing you a quick smile that looked more like a grimace

“terribly sorry (y/n), but i must be off! i think i heard uncle calling!”

you stared after him for a few more minutes, feeling confused

you definitely did not hear thorin calling

well that was weird

brushing it off, attributing it to kíli just being kíli, you went about the rest of your day as usual

oddly, you didn’t see much of the company that day, or in the rest of the days following

you didn’t see bilbo, dís, or tauriel either

and you usually spent time with at least one member a day

but now they were nowhere in sight

and if you did see them, they would make an excuse and quickly dash away

so by the end of the week you were feeling a little down

you didn’t know what you had done wrong

and you missed spending time with your family

you wondered if maybe dwarves didn’t celebrate birthdays? but even so, they had never avoided you like this before

some unfortunate thoughts came to you

‘maybe now that the quest is over and i can’t be of service in any way, they don’t care about me anymore? maybe i don’t fit in here in erebor?’

your sadness soon mingled with anger, and your anxiety remained

creating an uncomfortable knot in your stomach and a lump in your throat

what did you do to deserve this? they could at least tell you why

you had saved their sorry butts so many times

and when you saw them again, you planned to kick their sorry butts all the way to next tuesday for avoiding you

the day of the company supper (and your birthday) finally came

and despite your anger and confusion, you still decided to go

for multiple reasons

mostly because you wanted to confront them and ask why you had been ignored all week

and you also heard that bombur was making his famous apple tart with raspberry jam

evening came sooner than you realized

you saw that the clock read 5:45 and readied yourself as fast as possible

you quickly dressed yourself in your favorite outfit, pulled a cardigan over it, and ran a brush through your hair

you rushed down the long halls of erebor, keeping your pace quick

you finally turned the corner and came face to face with what had been dubbed as the “company room,” for all the time they spent in it

you felt your hand shake slightly as you grasped the cool metal handle

slowly, you opened the door, preparing to be met with the high, stone walls and rich velvet furniture

but you opened the door to find... nothing?

you squinted your eyes, trying to see into the pitch black room

“hello,” you called out. “thorin? fíli? kíli? is anyone here?”

all of a sudden, the candles and lanterns were lit, and people jumped out from behind furniture and under tables

“SURPRISE,” they yelled. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!”

you didn’t say anything for a few seconds

you could only stare, dumbfounded, at the people in front of you

everyone was there. the whole company, including bilbo, dís, and tauriel

“w-what?” you tentatively asked. “what is going on?”

kíli piped up, a large smile on his face

“it’s your birthday party!! don’t you like it? we’ve spent all week planning it!”

you took quite a few seconds to look around the room

it was decorated with streamers made of beautiful fabric, and banners hung from the walls

a large pile of wrapped gifts lay in the corner

and in the center of the room was a huge table with a feast fit for a king

as the clocks on the wall continued to tick, you heard dís mutter “kíli if you got the date wrong i swear to mahal...”

you spoke up, “no, no. he’s right. it is my birthday. but... i don’t understand. you guys did all of this... for me?”

bilbo stepped forward, thumbing his suspenders, “why of course! it’s your birthday! we wouldn’t miss a chance to properly celebrate our girl’s birthday.”

“so you guys weren’t avoiding me all week because you think i don’t belong in erebor?” you asked

the room exploded with yells of anger, confusion, and outrage

“why in durin’s name would you think that?” thorin asked after the chaos died down, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“well you guys were avoiding me all week. i didn’t know what to think.”

dori hurried over to you, draping a blanket around your shoulders and steering you towards the couch.

“yes dear, come this way, and we will explain everything. don’t you worry, sweetling,” he soothed.

everyone gathered to find seats around you

kíli shifted uncomfortably on his feet and bit his lip. “i’m so sorry (y/n)! when i found out your birthday was coming up, i felt terrible that we didn’t know sooner, so i hurried to collect everyone and devise a plan.”

ori interjected, a worried frown on his face, “we were all so excited to plan your party, we must have forgotten to keep you distracted.”

“we meant no harm by it,” fíli added.

“aye,” said thorin. “and about that complete and utter nonsense you were spouting earlier: you belong in erebor just as much as any dwarf here. you are our family. and we wanted to celebrate you today.”

of course, you burst into tears

*cue panicked company*

“oh mahal, what did we do now?”

“i bet thorin said something wrong” “shut up dwalin”

“oh no lass, please don’t cry!”

through your sobs, you somehow found your way over to thorin, seeking cuddles

he scooped you up and sat you gently in his lap

you buried your face in his chest, clutching at his tunic with your hands, allowing his scent of smoke and pine trees to wash over you

his large hand rubbed soothing circles on your back as he mumbled assurances

bilbo held and stroked your hand gently

and you felt others reaching out with their own soothing touches

you eventually found yourself at the center of a huge group hug, not that you minded at all

group hugs did seem to be inevitable in this family

through tears, you explained that you were relieved, and so very thankful for the party

you apologized for jumping to conclusions and overreacting, but everyone insisted you had nothing to apologize for

after you eventually calmed down enough, bofur spoke up

“well i think you’ve done enough cryin’ this evenin,’ now haven’t ye’ lass? it is your birthday after all. i say we start the party!”

everyone agreed

as you all found seats at the table, you allowed yourself a moment to admire the spread

bombur had truly outdone himself this time

the table was full of food of all sorts. salted pork, mince pies, all kinds of cheeses, potatoes, biscuits, sausages, meats, and stews.

oh and don’t forget the ale- and lots of it!

you sat and ate until your stomach could handle no more

all the while listening to and telling stories, and laughing as bilbo reprimanded the dwarves’ bad manners

then came dessert

the company insisted to do by “your people’s traditions” and sing you happy birthday.

they were completely off key and didn’t know the tune at all

but it was perfect. it was more than perfect.

you dug into a few small slices of your favorite flavor of cake

fili may or may not have smashed kili’s face into his cake, leading to a wrestling match that had to be broken up by dwalin

after cake, came presents

once you saw all of the boxes, you protested vehemently, insisting you didn’t need all of this

which led into many more speeches preaching that you deserve all of this and more

so with a light blush staining your cheeks, you opened the gifts one by one

they were perfect

- forged by thorin: a sword with various gems emblazoned on the hilt (“so you can properly threaten any suitors you find yourself approached by in the coming months”)

- from bilbo: a handmade handkerchief embroidered with your initials and your favorite flowers (“well this would have come in handy earlier, now wouldn’t it?”)

- from fíli: one of his lucky knives (“see here, you can strap it on your thigh for easy access”)

- from kíli: a poorly knitted bear with one eye sewed on haphazardly (he made it himself, and he tried his best) because you had mentioned missing your stuffed animals before

- from tauriel: miruvor that she acquired from rivendell (for emergency’s- just in case)

- from dís: a quilt with the lonely mountain embroidered on it (“to keep you warm and remind you of home”)

- from balin: a collection of classic dwarven stories in a thick, leather-bound book

- from dwalin: a fluffy fur coat and a pair of gloves (“a wee lass like you will freeze in these winters without proper protection”)

- from ori: a beautiful portrait of yourself

- from nori: hair pins that also function as lock picks (“s’no harm in being careful”)

- from dori: your favorite tea (“a warm cup of tea is both the perfect way to start the day and the perfect way to end the day”)

- from bifur: a beautiful bouquet of flowers, hand picked and arranged by him

- from bofur: an intricate wooden carving of your favorite animal

- from bombur: a bountiful basket of honey cakes, carefully wrapped for future snacking

- from oin: fancy haircare and skincare supplies

- and from gloin: a necklace with a beautiful stone pendant

it was entirely too much, but, as you have come to learn, your family doesn’t do simple

especially when it comes to you

you thanked everyone many times, not knowing how to fully express your gratitude

the night, as kili had promised, followed with many stories and much laughter

and lots of ale

you tried to sneak a sip of thorin’s

AS A JOKE

a joke that he did not find very amusing

you spent the rest of the evening listening to tales of old, your head drooping to rest on tauriel’s shoulder

you recall the night getting darker, the fire slowly burning out, and the laughter becoming quieter

the gentle pressure of a coat being placed on you

and strong arms wrapped around your small frame, pulling you to a warm chest

helping you easily drift off into a peaceful sleep

you woke up in the early morning next day, before the sun had even risen

apparently everyone had become so tired and it was so late that they decided to just sleep in the “company room” for the night

no one had any sense of personal space while they slept not that you minded

you felt arms wrapped around you and draped over your stomach, hands brushing yours, feet propped up on you, and more

all were asleep, save yourself

you sat up slowly, careful not to disturb the others, and took a look around

to soak it all in

to enjoy the moment

snoring dwarves

a hobbit, curled up in a cocoon of blankets

an elf, hugging a pillow close to her chest as she slept

and you, right in the middle of it all

you gave a small smile as you eased yourself back onto the couch

this was peace

this was contentment

this was home