#...but at the same time i did just get gift art of cocoa so no way i'm not doing more with her at least lol

[claire-starsword]

so awkward to have named a healer OC Chrys before starting my shining force era. now every time i’m talking about either character i’m very very paranoid of typing the wrong spelling lmao

[yes-divine-ruler]

✵ Evan Peters x GN!Reader - “Wrapping Presents”

12 Days of Evan Peters - Day 9

I actually have to write one every day now until Christmas bc like omg I’m so behind. Can u tell I have commitment issues?????

Word count: 948

You sat sunken into your plush sofa, a mug of cocoa cupped in your hands, watching the mini marshmallows melt into the hot drink. You were interrupted by a shy, almost indistinguishable, knock on your front door. You get up, putting your mug on the coffee table and going to see who it might be. You weren’t expecting guests, especially being out of state for Christmas for the first time this year.

The hot cocoa was supposed to up your Christmas spirits, but the void of not having anyone to spend it with was not so easily ignored.

You unlocked your front door, surprised to see your neighbour Evan in front of you, flakes of ice in his hair as he stood in the cold.

“Hey?” You said confused, looking down at his hands carrying two big bags and a roll of wrapping paper by his sides.

You weren’t exactly friendly with your neighbour, but you did make an effort to say hi every-time you’d see him in his driveway, offering up a small wave.

“Hey, this is so weird I know, but I can’t wrap presents to save my life. Do you think you could help me?”

His strange request made you chuckle, but you moved to the side to let him through, appreciating the company in the festive season, regardless of what kind it might be.

“You’re a life saver, I was about to break something,” he joked, planting the bags down on your dining room table along with the roll.

“Would you like a hot cocoa?” You ask him shyly, to be polite, watching him take of off his snow gloves and beanie. He was an insanely attractive man, you had to admit. You’d seen him shirtless a couple times over the summer, and it made your heart skip a beat - if the dimples weren’t already enough.

“No no that’s fine, thank you. It’s nice and warm in here, I think my heater is broken,” he laughs, as you take a seat beside him. He smelt like pine cones.

“Okay what should we wrap first?”

“Y/N right?” He asked at the same time, causing you both to let out a laugh.

“Yeah,” you reply with a nod of your head, “and you’re Evan?”

“Yeah, I knew I knew it,” he confirmed, taking the first gift out of the bag and laying it on the table.

“Okay I want you to show me how you’ve been doing it,” you say, stifling a laugh as he groans.

“You’re gonna make fun of me,” he pouts his lips, and you can’t help but imagine how soft they might be.

You clear your throat, “No I won’t, I promise.”

Evan pulls wrapping paper from the roll, cutting it to size with a pair of scissors. He holds it over the present, and then tries to directly fold up the open ends.

“Oh no Evan, there’s an art to it. And where’s your tape?” You ask him, and he looks at you sheepishly.

“You need to use tape?”

You can’t help but laugh, leaving the table for a moment to get your own tape dispenser. You sit back down next to him and take charge, folding the paper around the present and taping it together.

“Now watch,” you say, correcting folding in each open end and then pulling it over the rest of the present. He gapes at you as you secure both of the end with tape, picking up the present and holding it in front of him.

“See? Easy.”

“You make it look so easy,” he sighs, taking the next present out and cutting the paper to size. Just as you go for a piece of tape, he does too, your fingers brushing. You pull away quickly, the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you mutter, watching the small smirk on his face only widen.

“Don’t be,” he jokingly scoffs, trying to wrap the present again.

“No- Evan,” you try to conjure up how to help him, deciding to just place your fingers over his. He looks at you as you fold over the paper the way you did previously, instead of looking at your technique.

“Like that,” you breathe out, feeling his eyes bare into the side of your head. You look up at him, with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” You ask, his gaze switching between your eyes and your lips.

“Oh nothing,” he mutters, turning away and focussing back on the present.

By the end, you’d wrapped all his presents. Evan sat and watched mostly, still stumped on how you managed to wrap even the weirdest of item shapes.

“I owe you, big time,” Evan says, as you both pack away his presents into the big bags.

“Oh no seriously, it’s fine. It was fun,” you let out a small laugh, as you both get up to walk to the door.

“Got Christmas plans?” He asks, trying to make conversation, putting his gloves and beanie back on.

“Oh no, my parents are a few states away, I’m just staying here this year, I’m seeing them in a month so- and it’s expensive to travel,” you ramble, as he watches you attentively.

“I get it,” he nods his head, before he traps his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Hey, um, to make up for all the trouble you went through today,” he starts, reaching up to scratch the back of his head, “can I take you out for a drink or something?”

Was he asking you out on a date? You look at his hopeful eyes as he awaits your answer.

“Okay,” you say as a smile creeps onto his face, “let’s do it.”

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[veronika-tserber]

ASTROLOGY AND GIFT-GIVING PT.3 🎁

💧 WATER SIGNS EDITION

Water signs value how a gift makes them FEEL. They are naturally prone to nostalgia, and their emotional memory is uh-mazing, which is why it's a good idea to gift them something that reminds them of happy childhood memories and/or things they used to love/do in the past.

Water signs are sensitive, and can't live without consuming or creating ART. Music reaches straight into their soul. They also enjoy handmade gifts, especially if you made them, for the same reason Earth signs do - those gifts are a physical embodiment of your love.💗

Also, try to go for PERSONALIZED gifts, whenever possible.

They are also quite thoughtful and take mental notes when people mention details about themselves and what they like. Likewise, when you do the same, their hearts ascend to the heavens. Listening and paying attention to the "small" details actually means the world to them. It's a love language in its own right.

♋ CANCERS may resonate with the description above, the most! They love to take walks down memory lane, so gifts such as hand-made albums with photos of you together, with some sweet messages and doodles sprinkled around, would probably make them cry (not that this is an anomaly, but still...)

They love to feel cozy, especially at home where they usually spend a lot of time. You can gift them a personalized funny mug to use all year long for their hot cocoa, tea, or whatever the f#ck these grown babies are drinking. 👶 If they have a pet, the mug can totally have their pet's face on it and some cheesy "proud dog mom" label or something similar. A Scorpio COULD potentially throw up all over you if you did that for them, but not the Cancer babies.

As we all know, their home is a sacred space for them, so you can help make it feel even more comfortable by getting them MORE scented candles, decorations, soft pillows, and/or art prints that suit their taste. You also won't go wrong if you buy them plush toys/animals, onesies, or even coloring books. My Cancer Moon asks you to TRUST me. 😂

A lot of them LOVE to cook and bake, so you could gift them a personalized apron with another cheesy label or just anything that can serve them well in the kitchen (yes, even appliances). If you are willing to take a bolder risk, you can give them a small animal! They are 10/10 an animal lover and aren't as picky as some folks (looking at you, Virgos...) As long as it's cute and friendly – they will most likely adore it right away. 

I find that a SPRINKLE of the opposite sign's energy can be a good move. To help Cancers find balance, you can gift them a slightly Capricornian gift. Help strengthen their self-discipline and sense of self/independence by giving them something to improve their organizational skills (planners, watches, calendars, etc) and commit to their personal ambitions and goals. Still, if you can, go for personalization. An elegant, but plain and soul-less calendar or planner might leave them feeling cold and indifferent.

♏ SCORPIOS are one of the most (if not THE most) introspective and intense signs. Meaningful gifts show them how well the other person knows and understands them. Personally, they LOVE to learn more about themselves and others, and their intelligence is cunning! This is why they will appreciate a good book on the topic of psychology, hypnosis, and even witchcraft/the occult - it really depends on how deep into the rabbit hole they are. If it's a fictional book, the thriller/mystery/horror genre is their cup of tea.

These folks definitely have a "Dark Academia" vibe going on, so gothic clothes and jewelry or leather-bound journals (please, save the animals & don't buy genuine leather) to help carry their most private thoughts and feelings, WILL suit their taste. They can be into crystals, oracle/Tarot cards, and all kinds of witchy or "woo-woo" stuff.

They love to observe things and people from behind the scenes. If you have the means, you can gift them an actual camera. It doesn't have to be expensive or even high-quality - Scorpios appreciate the rawness of anything vintage, second-hand, or even a little bit broken/flawed in some way. Halsey starts singing in my head right now: "You're ripped at every edge, but you're a masterpiece..." She's VERY Scorpionic/Plutonic, by the way. I should create a post about her soon. If you decide that a camera gift is off the table, you can buy them a binocle, and help fuel their stalking tendencies.

And of course, how can we write about this sign without mentioning sex, right? So, yeah, sexy lingerie, toys, underwear, etc, are perfect for the ladies. Men, on the other hand, will enjoy the presence/assistance of their lady wearing them. 😄 If it's not LIKE THAT, play a murder mystery game together or even this kinky, weird game called "Cards Against Humanity". They LOVE weird stuff, and their sense of humor is usually dark/sarcastic. No wonder Pluto, their ruler, feels so good in Aquarius. Another thing that comes to mind - go get a tattoo (or tattoos?!) together. It's a pretty intimate experience if you think about it.

I also find that a SPRINKLE of the opposite sign's energy can be a good move. Scorpios are emotionally intense and love to seek depth in everything, but this can get exhausting at some point. That's when they sink too deeply into their heads, isolate themselves from the world, and/or experience depression. To help balance their energy, gift them a slightly Taurean gift. What comes to mind, first? Good old food, my friends. Well, not actually old, unless your aim is to tickle their weird obsession with poisons.

I mean a home-cooked meal you can enjoy together while watching their favorite movie, followed by a massage by you... mmwah! *chef's kiss* Help them enjoy the simple pleasures in life. They secretly LONG for simplicity and the feeling of being safe and nurtured by someone. If the relationship is platonic, you can visit the spa or beauty salon together, go somewhere in nature and take cool photos (bonus points if you explore abandoned buildings & ruins), or go to the local cozy cafe and have a nice chat. I told you - simplicity.

♓️ PISCEANS straight up love "woo-woo" stuff, crystals, and candles, Even if they aren't into spirituality, per se, they are naturally psychic, sensitive, and deeply introverted. This is why their favorite activity is inactivity 😂 They love to hang out in their room, watch movies/read books, create art, meditate/masturbate, or both, and you could help make their personal space feel even more relaxed and mystical. Trippy tapestries to hang on their walls, incense/sage to cleanse the vibes and make the room smell amazing, a new speaker, or headphones for their music addiction. For some reason, I think of those boxes on Etsy full of such witchy/mystical objects & aromas.

Even if they aren’t an "artist" or they don't practice art consistently as a hobby, I encourage you to gift them tools to help explore their creativity. A few years ago, I gave my Pisces 5th house mom a coloring mandala book, which is soo out of her comfort zone (A LOT of Capricorn energy, barely any Pisces), but she greatly enjoyed it! Go dance, and have fun – Pisceans are introverted party animals that tend to absorb everyone's energy, soo... To avoid the "moody fish", you can host a party at home, and invite their closest circle of friends and family, or even reserve it for just the two of you.

Another thing you can do is take them to a psychic or gift them a Psychic/Astrology/Numerology reading.

I also find that a SPRINKLE of the opposite sign's energy can be a good move. Pisceans can be ungrounded, and thus - prone to melancholy, mood swings, and unhealthy addictions. You can help balance their energy with a Virgo gift. Assist them in structuring their days and taking better care of their physical and mental health. There are many ways you could do that, and some suggestions include: taking them to a yoga or DANCE class, buying them natural skin-care products, or giving them a living being to take care of.

Virgos can take such good physical care of themselves because they practice this skill on everyone else. 😀 So, Pisceans can benefit from consistently looking after a houseplant or a pet. Is it offensive and too literal to buy them pet fish? Yeah, probably. It can be a great experience to go to the animal shelter together and let THEM choose their next best friend. They absolutely love animals, and they will feel a great sense of responsibility to look after them in the best possible way.

- Foxbörn

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[xchimeracandy]

alright it's cookie popularity contest time in cookie run and i spend a lot of time on that lol. if you had to pick, who are your top 5 or 10 cookies?

Oh my goodness has It been a looong time since I've played Cookie Run. Love the style of the game though! So I'm gonna pick based on the designs I like best and why! Which is difficult! There are soooo many cookies now!!

Here we got top 5 faves! #1 being my Favorite!

-#5 Lychee Dragon Cookie

I'm a huge sucker for gremlin characters. The single little fang! Love it! I do think the mostly monochromatic color scheme does make everything blur together a bit though. I also love the jester hat and great eye shape! Good Design feels like it needs a bit more to break things up a bit. Maybe I'll do a redesign challenge at some point!

-#4 Moonlight Cookie

Moonlight Cookie is a very pretty cookie! Her base design has a great use of gradients, sparkles, color variation and sheer fabric.

But I have to say as much as I love her base design...Moonlight's costumes go HARD!! They may not quite even look like the same cookie anymore but they are GORGEOUS!!

Even Proto-Moonlight from the Concept art is pretty!

-#3 Eggnog cookie

I mean look at him, but really what I think is so great about Eggnog cookie is usually in series that have a more cute aesthetic they refrain from bearded characters pretty often? I always love a body type change up too! I also just love Christmas. Not the religious stuff. I love decorating and gift giving and the aesthetics! Warm fuzzy feelings. I will admit to not being an actual eggnog fan though. I don't hate it but I would rather have Hot Cocoa!

-#2 Birthday Cookie

Birthday Cookie looks like a cookie I would design! Bright colors, sprinkles, big candles! Looooove it. Pretty simple explanation here, she's just aesthetics I adore!!

-#5 Devil Cookie

I already mentioned I love little single fang gremlin energy (I'm not smol but I am myself a gremlin).

But Devil Cookie also just has such a cute deaign. Love the shade of red orange used! The little hood and bits of white. I just really love it! He screams Mascot! Put him on merch! He is an older cookie though and only a rare so he doesn't get as much love but he did get a costume update! It's cool but not as charming. Still love it though!

Man talking about Cookie Run again makes me wanna draw my ocs and create more!

Thank you for the Ask!

[troisfleur]

Trey.

Can't tell you my year. That'd ruin the suprise! You know what— if I can go this whole letter writing thing WITHOUT tipping off who I am, you gotta make me something. It's only fair!

(To make it easier, i'll drop clues!)

My roomie is a cool dude. Pretty chill, and good to joke around with. I'm sure you know him, being in his same dorm. And if you don't know him... seeing his track record, i'd be suprised!

Let me just sit with ya for a sec. Yeah. Pull up a chair. Make some hot cocoa.

How are YOU holding up? You sound stressed. Go ahead and vent to me all ya want. I don't mind.

To end it off, what would you want as a gift? You know. As a "hey, i feel you" after all your hard work?

-- From, Ooooh it's a secret oooh spooky you dont know who i am ooooh MYSTERY

[There’s an attempt to make the letter a little nicer this time. He found some stickers from somewhere that look like snowflakes to stick around the top and bottom of the letter, like a little border.]

HEY, NOW, we still have a week to uphold the mystique.

I could be Trey, I could be another third year entirely. There’s at least a handful of us, maybe more! I’m glad one of my potential dorm mates aren’t causing trouble, although I can’t say my authority means much when we’re all trying not to kill each other. I mean, that’s what I would say, if I was Trey Clover. [The artistic merit of the emoji notwithstanding, the end of this sentence is punctuated with a 🤭. He tried! He tried. That might make it worse.]

So, are we making wagers in the middle of these letters, now? All I did was shoot the breeze, and for my efforts I’m being put in an unwinnable situation… you know me, I only have a handful of context clues to go on for you…

I guess it would be too much of a loophole to say that I’d like an extortion-free month as my gift, huh? Probably not very really in the spirit of my dorm. Besides, the kitchen here is honestly just sad. If I was Trey Clover (and I may not be! I could be a different guy!) I think I’d just shake my head in resignation. I’ve tried my best to tidy up where I can, but everything’s outdated or one bad day away from blowing up in my face.

Hard to be enthusiastic to cook in these conditions. (I didn’t sign up to be the personal chef for anyone, to be clear. But it’s either try to work with the Ramshackle kitchen or trudge back to Heartslabyul and fight the snow.

Or another dorm’s kitchen. Maybe I’m just breaking into Heartslabyul!)

[Another attempt at an emoji doodle. 🤷‍♂️ this time. This dude failed art class, and it shows.]

How about this… if you can bring me some caulk and maybe a spatula that isn’t missing half of its blade, we can call it even.

In theory, if I did make something—granted the stove doesn’t explode—what’s your opinion on holiday flavors? Sick of them yet, or can’t get enough? (Honestly after a certain point I think I just become numb to peppermint.)

SIGNED,

Trey? Clover? We Just Don’t Know!

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: I Got You** {One-Shot}

Lewis Tan x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Fluff, Mild to Moderate NSFW, Mild to Moderate Smut

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Lewis takes notice that you’re having a hard day, so he pushes everything to the side to make it easier.

Note: This is for @munteanhorewrites I hope this make you feel all fluffy, doll.  💜💜

 ***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

 ***Mildly Interactive***

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The way you kissed him goodbye this morning was weighing heavily on his mind. He was so in tune with you that it was easy for him to decipher how you felt. Depending on the kiss he got, he could determine if you were happy, feeling flirtatious, sad, angry, or even annoyed. This morning’s kiss was a detached one that left the taste of melancholy on his lips. He’d wanted to pull you back to him and badger you until you told him what was wrong, but time was once again against him.

 Four hours into this shoot, and he was still at it. He’d never had more than fifteen minutes to himself, and even then, he was still working. Either it was doing small interviews and web appearances, or it was answering emails. He always tried to find a balance in his life. A balance to give you the attention you deserved, but the last few months had been difficult because his name was coming up more and more for potential roles, which meant many more meetings.

 Finally, with some time for himself, he dialed you. After three rings, you picked up.

 “Hi babe,” you said, your voice low and dejected.

 “Hi, princess. How are you?”

“Eh--,” you began on a sigh. “I’m okay. I’m just sitting on the balcony with Bear.”

 “Is she keep you good company until daddy comes home?”

 “Yeah, she’s always so sweet to me.”

 Even your voice now didn’t sound like your usual self. He could feel something was off.

 “What’s wrong, princess?”

 Again, you sighed, but you didn’t speak right away. Instead of speaking, he patiently waited for you to be ready to talk about it. He knew better than to force you to open up. You’d do it in your own time. After almost a minute, you spoke.

 “It’s just one of those days, I guess.”

 “Yeah? Tell me about it,” he coaxed on.

 “I just feel at a crossroads, I guess. I don’t know how to explain it. I feel all over the place, but like I’m standing still. I don’t even know if that made any sense.”

 He could hear the struggle in your voice and even felt the chaos going on in your head. His heart sunk, and just like that, his decision was made.

 “It made sense. How about we talk about it when I get in?”

 “Sure, baby, I’m sorry I don’t mean to bring you down while you’re working,” you began before he quickly shut you down.

 “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You never bring me down. You’re the reason I’m always on cloud ten.”

 You snorted. “Babe, you mean, cloud nine.”

 “Nah, I said what I meant, princess. Cloud ten. You got me walking in the sky on a whole different level than anyone else. They wish they were me.”

 “You’re so silly. Get back to work,” you teased.

 “Y/N.”

 “Yes, baby.”

 “I love you. You know that, right.”

 “I know, babe,” you began to brush off.

 “No, I don’t think you do, but you will by the end of the day,” he finished.

 Once he ended the call, he got on the phone with his people to cancel the rest of his day. He didn’t care what it took. He had no intention of working for the rest of the day. It was strictly for you.

 Once the photo shoot was finished, he made a few quick stops to pick up things he would need. Plenty of your favorite candles. An overflow of your bath and body products from Lush. Your favorite order from the Japanese restaurant you always craved. Several servings of your favorite dessert and a few gifts. When he made it home, it almost six. Before bringing in the bags, he tracked you down, finding you still on the balcony in the bedroom.

 “Hey, baby.”

 Your smile was bright, but it never reached your eyes. “Hi.”

 He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips. “You smell like cotton candy, vanilla, and sugar. Where’ve you been?”

 Trying not to seem suspicious, he shrugged. “I just picked up a few things from the store. Have you eaten today?”

 You leaned back and hugged Bear closer, who was trying to reach him. Bending down closer, he allowed her to lick along his jaw.

 “Hi Bear, how are you? Have you been taking care of our lil’ mama? Yes, you have. Such a good girl.”

 For a few moments, both of you snuggled and scratched behind Bear’s ears, showering her with the same affection she always showed both of you.

 “So, did you?”

 “I had some tea and a muffin earlier.”

 “Princess,” he began scolding before you sighed then pouted those perfect lips.

 “Don’t be mad at me,” I couldn’t take that too.”

 “No baby, I’m not mad. I just don’t like it when you don’t take care of yourself. You mean everything to me, and I need you around.”

 You felt your heart swell from his words. You knew you meant a lot to him, but hearing him voice it always made your heart skip a beat. Turning around with the chair back between you, you flung your arms around his neck, holding him closer.

 “I love you.”

 “I love you too, princess,” Lewis whispered back.

 That was when you let everything out. You told him about the sleepless night you’d had, which he wasn’t even aware of. You told him about your worries, your fears, the anxieties that had reared their ugly heads, and held you captive all day. You held nothing back. The deepness of your anxieties and pain had him pulling you out of the chair, so you straddled him on the floor. He held you as you cried and let you use him as your teddy bear for as long as you needed.

 Once your sobs subsided, he proceeded to tell you all the things he loved about you, beginning with your kind and giving heart, the one he fell in love with first. He told you how much he loved your sense of humor and intelligence and loyalty to those you love. He even revealed a few secrets he’d held on to since the beginning of your relationship that would have told you how completely wrapped around your finger you had him. Nothing was off limits. He let it all out.

 By the time the sun had set over the horizon, you were staring at each other, neither in a rush to move or do anything else. He almost forgot about the night he’d planned—almost.

 “Give me ten minutes. I’ll be right back,” he said, kissing your nose and placing you on the floor.

 He rushed around your home to gather the bath products he’d bought and brought them into the bathroom to fill the tub. As he filled it, he didn’t think much of what ingredients were meant for what; all he cared about was the scent. He knew which scents would help with stress and mood, and those were the ones he focused on. As the water filled and the bath bombs fizzed out, he placed the candles around the bathroom and lit each one.

 Once he was sure everything was perfect, he went back to your bedroom and found you right where he left you, again with Bear in your arms. She loved the attention. Slowly he covered your eyes and led you to the bathroom, all the while you softly giggled.

 “What are you up to?”

 “Nothing. I just want tonight to be all about you. I want you to truly feel loved, taken care of, and safe.”

 “Aw, babe.”

 When he lowered his hands from your eyes, you gasped and brought yours to your mouth.

 “Oh my god, Lewis.”

 Before you was such a lovely sight, it brought tears to your eyes. The soft glow of the plethora of candles that were decorated around bathed the room in a romantic aura that had butterflies filling your belly. When your eyes dropped to the tiled floors, you found red and white rose petals leading to the back of the bathroom, where the dark bamboo colored flooring held the white porcelain tub.

 “Babe.”

 The tears in your eyes welled to capacity. Lewis dragged the pads of his thumbs just underneath your eyes to sweep them away.

 “Come on.”

 He led you along the flower path to the tub. The scent of plumeria, gardenia, vanilla, brown sugar, and a few other scents wrapped around you, making you moan.

 “Babe, this is so sweet,” you whined. When he smiled and showed off those adorable dimples, you playfully dug your pointer into them, deepening them.

 “Come on. Let’s get you in.”

Lewis stepped behind you, undid your robe, and helped you into the tub. As you sank down, you sighed out, relishing the feel of the hot water on your skin. Once you sat, you stretched and dipped your back to rest your neck against the cushion there.

 “Is it good?”

 “Yes, baby, thank you.”

 Instead of leaving, Lewis went behind you, sat on the raised portion of the floor, and picked up your bath gloves.  When you felt him begin to bathe you, you melted.

 “You’re going to give me a bath?”

 “Yep,” he replied.

 “Sure, you can handle that?”

 His smile was wide before he bit his bottom lip. “You know how focused I can be when I have a goal.”

 “And what’s the goal, baby?”

 Your eyes met. “The goal is to have the love of my life feel like the queen she is. So turn around, lay back, and let daddy do all the work.”

 You did as you were told, and Lewis did as he promised—he did all the work. Lewis rubbed your muscles and massaged out all the kinks and lumps your body held with expertise. You always knew he was good with his hands. He could handle every weapon with ease and skill. That skill didn’t stop there; it stretched far beyond martial arts and weaponry. By the time he’d drained the tub and rinsed your body off, you could have floated away from how lite you felt.

 He left you for a few minutes leaving you to wrap in a towel and make it back to your bedroom where you found your stock of body products replenished with a sweet note and gift box. Inside the gift box were a new robe and a sexy cami and short set. After lathering your skin with the lotion that smelled like coconuts, roses, and cocoa butter, you put the items on. When you turned around there, Lewis stood leaning on the door jamb, just quietly watching you.

 “How long have you been there?”

 “Since you popped that delectable thigh up there,” he said, nodding to the bed.

Smiling, you tried not to feel embarrassed. He’d been watching since the very beginning and hadn’t made one sound.

 “How many times have I told you not to used your creepy martial arts stealth against me,” you teased as you walked across to him.

 “Once or twice, but I get the best shows when you don’t know I’m there,” he cooed into your ear before he placed and kiss on your neck.

 “Mmm, you smell so good,” Lewis added, biting your shoulder, making you moan and melt against him. His hand slid down the curve of your back to grip your backside, again making you moan.

 “I like this,” he huskily mentioned.

 “Not sure who you bought it for, me or you.”

 Lewis’s grip tightened on your flesh, pulling you closer so you could feel the beginning stirs of his arousal.

 “Mmm, is that also for me?”

 You lifted a leg and wrapped it around him, making his grip change, so his fingertips gently brushed your sex. The action made both of you groan. When you felt his member thicken even more, you slipped your hand between you to rub your hand against his crotch. Lewis sucked in a breath, then grunted.

 “Behave, princess,” he said before you felt him pinch your clit, sending a hot red blaze of desire through your body.

 Lewis lowered your leg, turned, and led you out of the bedroom and down the stairs. When he brought you into the living room, you stopped in your tracks to find the biggest pillow and blanket fort you’d ever seen. Excitement bubbled in you, which had you jumping and screeching as Bear scurried by your feet.

 “Oh my god, baby. A pillow fort? Aaah!”

With that, you ran around the living room, looking at everything he’d managed to do. It was a small thing, but he knew how much you loved cheesy things like this. When you rounded to him, you leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around him.

 “Oh, baby, thank you. I love it,” you said, kissing all over his face.

 “I’m glad you like it. It’s gonna stay up the whole week. It took forever.” Your smile was wide before you kissed him once, then twice. On the third kiss, you delved your tongue into his mouth and took control of a kiss you hoped showed him how much this and he meant to you. Lewis moaned on your mouth before his hands dropped to cup your ass. As if unconsciously, he angled you against his need, and in seconds you were making out and moaning. Lewis was the one to abruptly pull away and groan.

 “Let’s eat.”

 Dinner was amazing and perfect. While you ate, Lewis gave you complete control over what you watched. Not wanting to make him sit through some super sappy romance movie, you chose something with a good mix of action and romance. By the time you moved on to the second movie, dinner was finished, and you’d moved on to dessert. Again you melted when you saw just how much trouble he’d gone through for you today. The second gift he gave you was a gold bracelet with a heart with your first initial and his together, and the mandarin word forever etched on the back. That was when stray tears rolled down your face, to which Lewis whispered nothing but words of love, infatuation, and desire.

 Halfway through their third movie, your hands began their search for the warmth of his flesh. It didn’t take long for your search to go from innocent to complete debauchery.  You could tell your touch was having an effect when Lewis’s breathing sounded more and more labored, and the speed of his heartbeat increased underneath your cheek. The way his slim limbs looked in his boxer briefs had your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Slipping your hand down his abdomen and over every ab, you slinked your hand unto his underwear. Lewis groaned.

 “What’re you doing, princess?”

 “What does it feel like, daddy?”

 He groaned, bit his bottom lip, then slightly arched when you gently gripped his shaft.

 “This is supposed to be a calm night for you. it’s not supposed to be about--.”

 His words paused, and breath hitched as your hand traveled lower to caress the balls of his manhood.

 “God, you’re killing me, baby.”

 “What am I doing?”

 When he looked at you, the innocence in your eyes hid his member visibly pulsate. The helplessness you saw in his eyes had you instantly wet. You swung your leg over him and straddled him, letting the heat from your core sear his hardness, branding him as yours all over again. Lewis sucked in a breath and leaned back on one of the mountains of pillows.

 “We don’t—you don’t have to—I just wanted to do something nice for you. I wanted to show you how much I love you,” Lewis rushed out with great effort.

 “I love you so much for everything you did today. You didn’t have to, and I appreciate it and you more than you’ll ever know,” you began.

 You then leaned closer to him so your face was right in front of his. He was close enough to kiss. All he had to do was take it.

 “It’s my turn to do something for you to show you how much I love you.”

 Once the words came out, Lewis’s lips were on yours. He kissed you intensely and passionately. It was a kiss that stole your breath. In no time, everything had flipped, including your body. You were now underneath him with your legs spread. As Lewis kissed you, he rocked his body against you, fanning the flames of your desire.

 “I love you,” Lewis whispered as you peeled his underwear off his hips. Lewis assisted you in sliding them lower until he’d kicked them off.

 Once you felt the heaviness of his need rest on your pubis, you moaned and wrapped a leg around his back. Lewis didn’t wait. In seconds he’d managed to pull off the shorts you wore and fling them somewhere in the room. From then, there was no need to go slowly.

 “Make love to me,” you whispered.

 Lewis locked eyes with yours and thrust forward, connecting your bodies. Both of you sighed out as if you’d found your sanctuary after a long day.

 “I love you,” you whispered on a strangled breath.

 His response was a kiss that spoke of nothing but languid need, while his thrusts said he needed you and needed you now. His thrusts were swift but deep, and they worked to drive you insane. Within minutes you were clinging to him, sinking your nails into his back. Every connection you clenched around him while panting his name. On every retreat, he whimpered yours.

 “You’re my world, Y/N.”

 You could see the truth of what he spoke in his eyes, and it brought you closer to the edge. Lewis sensed it and doubled down on his efforts to make you come undone.

 “Do you love me, princess?”

 “So much, baby,” you whispered before you gasped loudly.

 Your back arched, and seconds later, you were clenching around him as your orgasm tore through you. It was so powerful it dragged Lewis down with you. The two of you laid on the soft blankets of your fort, catching your breath. Lewis traced lazy patterns into your skin before he shifted onto his side, taking you with him. As you gazed into each other eyes, you fell in love with him all over again.

 “Thank you, baby.”

 “I’d do anything for you. Remember, I’m always here for you. You win, I win. You’re happy; I’m over the moon. You’re unhappy; my world is dark. Confide in me. I got you.”

 He kissed your nose and pulled you closer. It didn’t take long for you both to doze off completely exhausted.

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[hydrangeasimagination]

Chocolate Kisses

Homemade chocolates!! They're traditionally used in Japan as a means of confession or conveyance of your feelings.

The recipient then gets the chance to return the favor of the gift on White Day!

Usually, the reader is giving the chocolate but this time around, some characters are more keen on letting their feelings known… These are some unexpected and completely self indulgent pieces.

These are literally just a series of drabbles... Probably a little rushed and varying in length.

Credit to my friend for helping me with the chocolate idea.

=3=

Gender Neutral! Reader

These’ll be under the cut for space.

Happy Belated Valentine’s Day!

~ Dari

Aizawa Shouta / Eraserhead + Younger Nurse Reader

“Aizawa - senpai!”

The man’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest, instead setting at a rapid pace that raced against his ribs. Rattling him in his entirety from the inside.

He really wasn’t good at this.

Seeing you wrapped up in a cozy sweater and white coat isn’t good for his health even if you were there to improve said health. Especially on a day like this, where pink and red hearts decorate it along the lapels and sleeve cuffs. Making you all the more adorable.

Not to mention your call to the honorific that reflected the dynamic between you both.

Shouta nodded at you, gaze impassive, despite the turmoil lying just under the surface. He spoke your surname in a mumble, muffled from hiding behind his capture weapon.

His last line of defense to hide his face, of which he cursed for its sensitivity to blushing.

Your smile is brilliant, blinding as you bounce, “Yamada - senpai told me you had something for me?”

The chocolates he made were burning a hole in his pocket as he then proceeded to promise himself that he’d gut Yamada if it was the last thing he did. He is unable to muster a word for another minute or two, slightly shaking hand holding his creation to you.

Wrapping scattered with clusters of stars, tied messily in gray string.

“I made them for you.” The words are awkward, even he cringed at how they sounded.

But nonetheless, you smile.

You blush.

You’re touching his hand.

... It looked as if gutting Mic could be put on hold... For now.

Bakugo Katsuki + Elder Reader

Lifting your head, yawning softly and peer at the perpetrator interrupting your nap.

"Oh." You blink and give a lax smile, "Hey."

"Don't 'hey' me." Katsuki snipped fiercely though the sight of your lidded gaze caused his cheeks to burn. "Were you just sleeping here? I told you to meet me during break! I had to come looking for you."

"Mmm," The soft grunt was coupled with you rubbing one of your eyes with a fist "you coulda asked Toshi where I was."

"Who?"

You deadpanned.

"Shinsou Hitoshi? My baby brother? C'mon, you're in the same year."

He seemed to huff at that, narrowing rubies upon you to try and hide his embarrassment from forgetting who you were speaking about. "Useless senpai."

You balk before just letting your expression fall back to one of neutrality. It was too much of a hassle to get angry, he was just trying to get you to react.

"Were you ever taught to respect your elders?" The light scolding barely had any heart in it, even as you lift yourself from the warm desk. "... You needed me for something right?"

The sun silhouetted you, tousled appearance just endearing the sleepy expression you don. Peering at him in wait for what he'd come to find you for.

Katsuki twitched, fingers twitching from their place - stuffed deep in his pockets. His chin tilted down, avoiding the curious gaze now pinning his suddenly heavy body in place. The tips of his ears burned under the scrutiny, shoulders tensed while he ripped one of his hands from his pocket.

A silence filled the room.

The boy didn't need to look at your face to find shock in it.

In his sweating palm, was something wrapped in black paper - patterned with comic explosions and tied with a green ribbon.

“Sorry.” Katsuki grit out the apology. 

He meant it though, as painful was it was to bluster the words from his lips. His heart raced, his other hand trembling in anticipation.

The wait was the hardest part.

Shinsou Hitoshi + School Idol Reader

“Shin - kun, help!”

There is a light spike of panic in his gut, having watched a serious spectacle upon his entrance to school. With pretty doe eyes, you stared at him with plea for aid, a collected pile of items nearly trapping you beneath them. Arms gathered with the gifts spilling from the inside of your locker, body pinning them so they didn’t touch the ground.

The adrenaline rush was soothed as he realized there was no danger, instead replaced with a hollow, sinking feeling wavering any confidence he had. 

Now here he stood, outside your classroom with a heaviness in his legs.

Staring at the chocolate he’d slaved over, a little burnt…

But enough to convey the feelings he’d had since the pair of you attended Nabu Middle. As it’d been wrapped in the very handkerchief you gave him, mopping up his bloodied nose and smiling so warm and sweet.

He cleaned it, of course.

It’s color once again a light lavender.

You told him to keep it, that it matched his hair.

Hitoshi sighed and frowned as he thought to himself, “Well, maybe next year.”

“If someone doesn’t beat you to it.”

He flinched at the nasty voice bouncing around in the back of his skull.

But he helped anyway, taking the precariously balanced boxes and letters. Obnoxiously stamped in hearts and buckets of glitter, they speckled your pristine uniform. Even after being tucked away in a bag.

“It gets worse every year.” He heard from within the room, making him lift his head. With cheekiness, the voice of a classmate teased, “You gonna break all their hearts again?”

Shinsou shifted closer to the door, peering between the gap. Watching you to shake the nightmarish arts and crafts medium from your clothes, you only stick your tongue out in response.

Huffing lowly, you turn your head and state, “I’m waiting for Hitoshi to confess, okay?”

His heart skipped.

What?

Takami Keigo / Hawks + Serious Reader

“Are you dumping a fan’s hard work off on me, Hawks?”

The slightly piercing tone of your melodic voice is enough to send a shudder down the length of his spine. A frostiness felt even through the phone - intimidating - but it wasn’t enough to keep him from smiling a little bit.

“Nah, nah,” He hummed, wings flapping in the chilly air “I’m not horrible.”

You grunt, the sound of paper crinkling made the line crackle.

He barely flinched; despite his sensitive ears ringing at the noise.

“These were handmade.”

“Yep.” Keigo agreed

Feathers ruffling, he landed, airing out the large appendages in his back. Perching on the streetlamp as he’d done many times before, staring into the glass window with an easygoing smile.

“Made ‘em myself.” He admitted, feeling the light sting along his knuckle in phantom of the burn he received.

He witnessed you fumble with the chocolate this time, scrambling to make sure it wasn’t wasted by it touching the floor. Pressing his hand to his mouth to hide a laugh, he can only feel his heart strings tangle between his ribs. Wildly spinning and wrapping his insides in an indescribable web of glee.

Your expression was so shy now, handling the wrapping with such care, “This… This was on purpose, right?”

The hero grinned, unable to stop himself.

“Why don’t you look out the window and tell me, pretty puffin.”

Todoroki Enji / Endeavor + Sidekick Reader

“Chocolate roses?”

You stared, incredulous, at the sight of them. Set in a crystal vase, woven together with a big, gold ribbon - the entire ensemble was terribly extravagant. The deliverer only giggled into the back of his hand and pressed them into your’s, leaving you staring down at them.

The scent of cocoa and macha percolating from them was lovely.

“Here’s the card!” He chirped, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Gingerly setting them on your desk, a fellow sidekick watched in amusement from her cubicle beside you as you hesitate to look at the card.

Who would have sent you these?

They were incredibly expensive, you recognize, from a high-end chocolatier shop near the Endeavor agency - where you worked.

Even the card gives you nary a clue as to who your admirer was.

“Get well soon, stay off your ankle.”

It was signed off with a single drawing of a flame.

Giving your neighbor a look, she just shrugged, signaling that she hadn’t known either. Leaving you to puzzle and puzzle over the possibilities.

Completely unaware as your companion knowingly drifted her eyes over to the lingering presence of your boss. Amused as to see his rather hasty retreat upon being caught.

She shook her head and rolled her eyes as she thought, “Todoroki, you need to learn how to be more subtle.”

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Cursing; Fluff Notes: I woke up in a cozy mood, so... I wrote this this morning ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ That being said, there are probably typos, sorry about that. Not beta-read. But, husband and dad Marcus! Summary: Apparently thieves couldn’t wait until after Christmas to raise some hell and drag your husband back to the office. 

You vaguely remembered it - the ring of Marcus’ cell from his bedside table, the rustle of the covers being pushed aside, the kiss he pressed to your forehead and the mumbled promise to be back as soon as possible. You didn’t really register it for a while, and by the time you had, you were alone in bed, your chest panging with disappointment and unease. Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was nearly eight. The kids would be coming down the hall soon, excited to get you up and to see what Santa brought them, and asking you where Daddy was. Daddy was at work. Apparently thieves couldn’t wait until after Christmas to raise some hell and drag your husband back to the office.

Your two daughters, Laura and Evelyn, ran into the room a few minutes later, squealing and jumping on the bed. You grinned, sitting up and gathering them into your arms. “Where’s dad?” Your eldest, Laura asked as she looked around. “He had work, sweet pea,” You said gently, “But he’ll be back soon-- You and Evie go brush your teeth, okay? I’ll make some cocoa.” The girls scrambled off of the bed as Evelyn squealed, “Race you to the bathroom!”  “Careful, girls!” You called after them, laughing. At the ages of 6 and 4, they’d be running at full steam all day. You sighed, pushing yourself out of bed and picking up your robe. You weren’t sure exactly what time Marcus had left; you weren’t sure how long he’d be. You hesitated before you picked up your phone, dialing his number and raising your phone to your ear as you headed into the kitchen. “Hello?” “Hey,” You greeted, tucking your phone between your shoulder and ear as you began to get things together for cocoa. “Hi, honey-- Give me a second,” Marcus said gently. You could hear him excusing himself from a few people. You waited patiently, setting the pot on the stove. “Are the girls up?” He asked. “Only just.” “Damnit,” He sighed, “I’m sorry.” “What’s going on, anyway?” “It’s a break in the Gardner case - a Rembrandt.” Your eyes widened a bit. That was a big one - the Gardner Museum Heist was one of the biggest art heists in recent history. “Shit,” You said quietly. “I know. I… I won’t be home any time soon,” Marcus’ voice was muffled; you could practically picture him scrubbing his hand over his face. And while that news was its own disappointment, you were more filled with worry than upset. “Be careful,” You pleaded quietly. “I will be, honey, don’t worry about me.” That was a stupid thing for him to say, but he was stressed, and it was Christmas, so you decided to wait until tomorrow to admonish him. You glanced down the hall. “I’m gonna make some cocoa for the girls and… And we’ll start opening some stuff-- But I’ll save a few so you can open them with us when you get home,” You promised. You heard him sigh heavily. You knew he felt guilty for not being there. “It’s okay, baby,” You soothed gently, heading into the living room to hide a few gifts, “There’ll be other Christmases, and the girls will understand. Just… Come home in one piece.” “Will there be cocoa?” “There will always be cocoa,” You smiled at his teasing, “I love you.” “I love you, too, honey.” “Oh, and Marcus?” “Yeah?” “If you’re looking for any last-minute gifts, that Rembrandt would look great over the mantle.” 

--

The girls rushed Marcus when he got home that evening. He dropped his bag at the door and crouched down to catch hold of them. You smiled, watching as he pecked their cheeks and gathered them close. He was quiet as they talked over one another, telling him everything that Santa brought them. You stepped into the living room, pulling the other gifts from their hiding places and placing them under the tree. “Oh, girls!” You called out, “It looks like Santa stopped by again!” There were squeals, and Laura and Evie barreled down the hall with the same speed they’d rushed Marcus. You chuckled. “Alright, hang on, wait for dad,” You told them. They hovered around the tree, buzzing with excitement at the sight of the additional presents. You headed down the hall, watching Marcus shrug out of his coat. “You alright?” You asked softly. He nodded, but you could see the tiredness in his face. “C’mere,” He murmured, pulling you close. You smiled, leaning up into him and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. He pressed his face into your hair, taking a deep breath. “I missed you,” He sighed, “I missed all of you, all day.” “You’re home now,” You rubbed your hand between his shoulder blades. He pulled away, cupping your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. You leaned into his chest, giving his plush lower lip a gentle suck. “Moooooom!” You heard from the other room. You sighed, leaning away. “You should go unwrap some presents with the girls before they combust.” “You, too,” Marcus urged, sliding your hands to your hips and giving them a squeeze. “Mm, can’t. I’ve got some cocoa to make, mister,” You winked. 

--

“They asleep?” You asked, looking up as Marcus drifted into the living room. You’d cleaned up the wrapping paper from the leftover gifts, and cleared away the mugs of cocoa and plates from dessert before turning on some Christmas music. Having been absent for most of the day, Marcus had insisted on helping the girls get ready for bed to give you a break. “Out like a light,” He nodded, lowering himself onto the couch beside you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leaned into him, resting your hand on his knee. “I’m sorry about this morning,” He said quietly. “I understand,” You reassured him, looking up at him, “And you got to come home and open some gifts with us. It was still a good day.” Marcus rubbed his hand over your shoulder gently, shaking his head. “How the hell did I get so lucky?” He asked. You rolled your eyes, smiling a little. “The way I see it, we’re both lucky. We’re together, we’re safe… We’ve got two amazing children that run us ragged 365 days a year…” Marcus chuckled. “Speaking of being run ragged, you have had a long day,” He said, getting up off of the couch and holding his hands out to you, “Come on, Mrs. Pike.” You grinned as he called you that. You took hold of his hands, letting him pull you up and giggling as he pulled you into his chest and curled an arm around your waist. He began swaying the two of you back and forth gently, humming to the music playing. You rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Pike,” He murmured.

“Merry Christmas, Marcus.” 

[ladyeliot]

Welcome Seaville. Chapter One. [T.S. / J.H.]

Series:  “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”

Prologue

Pairing: Tony Stark/Justin Hammer x Fem!Reader / Best Friend Steve Rogers

Summary:  1987. The exchange term is over, so you return to your hometown, Seaville, just before Christmas. The reunions with friends, the first day of school, everything goes back to the way it used to be.

Warnings: Insults, piques.

Word Count: 3465

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

December 1987

It would have been enough to say that this was just another ordinary Christmas in the small Maine town of Seaville, but it was not. The Christmas lights were brighter, the streets were more beautiful under the clear splendour of the moon, and the wind brought a sweet smell of sea salts that gave you a pleasant sensation. You peered through the passenger window and let the east wind envelop you and welcome you home again. Seaville was welcoming you in its entirety and you were leaving it.

It had been just four months since you had left the coast of Maine to head off to fulfil one of your many dreams, to spend a term in the French city of Paris. Nothing in your life could have compared to that singular experience, and you even hoped to return next year having been accepted to the University of Paris, but, equally, nothing could compare to the love you felt for home.

"Please roll up the window," your father insisted. "I don't want you to spend the whole Christmas holidays with the flu."

And of course nothing could compare to your dear father.

As you rounded the corner into your little residential area you could almost smell the sweet scent of hot chocolate and puffy clouds that your father had promised you when he picked you up from the airport. You got out of the car so quickly that you barely paid any attention to the bundle of suitcases your father was trying to pull out of the boot without any help.

As you had predicted, as soon as you turned the lock and opened the door, the smell of cocoa filled the whole house. You allowed yourself a few seconds to take in the view, the fireplace lit and adorned with the three corresponding boots, the Christmas tree in place, without the star on the top, as that was your job, and the coats sorted on the hanger by colour. All the same as always.

"Don't worry, I can manage," your father said almost breathlessly as he climbed the porch steps.

You laughed and grabbed one of the three suitcases that were blocking your father's path. You both closed the door behind you and followed each other into the kitchen as if it were tradition. The chocolate was still warm and the clouds had dissolved, just the way you used to like them. The conversation with your father went on for so long, explaining to him everything you hadn't wanted to tell him over the phone, or through letters, a method your father had forced you to maintain, for we should note that his job was as a literary writer, although he sometimes resorted to writing a few newspaper columns to make a little extra money.

The point is that the little family had been talking for hours on end, not realising that midnight had already passed, and that tomorrow you had to go to the institute to settle bureaucratic matters due to your return.

"Bonne nuit, chérie," your father said in a chaste French accent, kissing your forehead.

"Bonne nuit, papa," you smiled back, preparing to be reunited with your room.

Your room, which you had not yet had the pleasure of entering, was as usual, oblivious to the fact that your father had changed the quilt on your bed so you could sleep warmer. You flopped on your back on the bed, but just as a memory came to you, you quickly got up and went to the window. What your eyes beheld brought a laugh and a sense of relief and happiness, how could you not have noticed it before?

By chance of life, you were lucky enough to have discovered true friendship in the person who lived right across the street from you. When you and your father moved to Seaville, due to your mother's death 10 years ago, you chose that quiet residential neighbourhood to settle down and raise a small family. You met Steve Rogers on your first day of second grade, and from the moment you discovered you lived across the street from each other, a beautiful friendship was forged.

For ten minutes you couldn't take your eyes off the window of the house across the street, right next to yours. A large light blue cardboard covered the whole space and a few letters in capital letters decorated it with "Bon retour". Obviously you had kept Steve constantly in mind during your term away, long phone conversations and a few postcards proved it, but during the flight back you were afraid that he had forgotten about the day you were coming back, a rather stupid fear. So, with the comfort that gesture had brought you, you decided it was time to go to bed and get some rest, as the next morning was a long day ahead.

The sunbeam fell incessantly on your face, the curtains could barely block its power, you had assumed that you were not a good early riser, but that morning you woke up in a good mood, not even the strong smell of charred toast was going to take it away from you.

"Wow, nice smile," your father notified, offering you a plate with two pieces of toast blackened under raspberry jam.

"Thanks!" you took the plate and took his usual seat. "I'm looking forward to seeing Steve, and catching up with Natasha. Although I hope they've got things to tell me too. What are you doing today?"

"I have to finish the chapter of the book to hand in to the publisher," he sat down next to you. "And I also have to go to the mall to pick up a gift."

The smile on your face that morning widened, there were only two days left until Christmas, so it was obvious that the gift I was supposed to pick up would be for you. Even though you had everything planned, and had brought some presents from Paris, you still had to buy the last detail for your father.

Just then the front doorbell rang, and you realised that time had run out on you when you noticed that you were still in your pyjamas.

"Shit!" you exclaimed, taking the last bite of toast and heading upstairs. "I'll be down in five minutes!"

Just as you disappeared your father headed off to greet his visitor. You could hear Steve's voice as you hurriedly went about getting dressed, combing your hair and getting your backpack ready for class, not forgetting to grab two rolls of film to develop, but when you heard his laughter you couldn't help but laugh too, even though you had barely heard the reason for his action. You rushed downstairs and from the third step practically threw yourself onto Steve's back in a laughing embrace.

"Have you grown up? No way, let me see you," Steve scoffed receiving your customary punch on his shoulder.

"Hey, nice cartel," you arched an eyebrow pointing to his house.

"You think so?" your friend asked. "I'm glad you liked it. I spent three poster boards until I was proud of my work. "

Steve's sincerity did nothing but thank you for the small detail he'd had for you. But time was passing and you still hadn't left the house.

"Come on, guys! You're going to be late for class," your father informed you, offering you your lunch bag. You took it with a kiss on the cheek and ran after Steve, who was waiting for you by your bike in the garden. That morning you couldn't keep a smile off your face and Steve couldn't take his eyes off you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you said getting on your bike.

"You're so happy. It's not normal to see that smile at eight o'clock in the morning," Steve's comment made you laugh a little.

You both set off in the direction of the school, it usually took you ten minutes to get there by bike if you cycled at a leisurely pace, but you were still able to catch up. On the way Steve was interested in the photographs you had taken during your stay in the European city, as you had sent him some of the ones you had had time to develop. Photography was a way for you to escape, your mother had dedicated all the years of her life to the art, and perhaps it was an incentive for you to admire her.

"It's different, Paris inspires me, it's so romantic and bohemian that it's very easy to get carried away," you explained. "That doesn't mean Seaville isn't, it's... different."

Steve listened attentively to your every word, possibly one thing you both had in common was a sensitivity that you only showed when you were both alone.

It didn't take you long to realise that the school was nearby, as the amount of cars queuing at the entrance informed you of your arrival.

"Welcome back," said Steve as he entered with you through the main door leading to a long corridor lined with lockers.

You both headed towards your locker area, you didn't know why you expected anything to have changed, but everything, literally everything, was still the same.

"There you go again! Have you been deported?" that voice, which you hadn't missed, made you roll your eyes. "I had hoped that you would have climbed the Eiffel Tower and let yourself plummet. But here you are, again."

"I had hoped that one of your absurd inventions would have exploded and you would have been shot to pieces with them," you shot back with a sarcastic grin. "But not all dreams come true."

"And I had hoped that being a senior in high school you two could get along," Steve interrupted. "But I see that's impossible."

A wide wry grin on Tony's face competed with yours, but you added a snip and he countered by trying to bite your finger.

"Lovely welcome Tony," Natasha joined the group hugging you from behind, depositing a kiss on his cheek. "Wait, do I smell Parisian perfume? You haven't turned into one of those French repipes have you?"

You were grateful for Nat's presence, who was your ally against the daily struggle against Tony, for after all Steve was a neutral lynchpin in the battle. Nat shook Steve's hand and when he went to greet Tony he tried to give him a kiss on the lips, which resulted in him getting punched in the arm. The bell rang, breaking up the group, depending on which subjects you were in.

"Meet me later in the cafeteria and continue to catch up?" you commented to Steve who was going the other way with Tony.

"As always."

You gave him a parting smile, but your gaze met Tony's who blew you a kiss in the air, causing you to squint and grimace.

"And we're still catching up?" repeated Nat with a quizzical arch of his eyebrow.

"I've got a lot to tell you, and I hope you've got a lot to tell me..." you arched an eyebrow.

"It all depends on the present you brought me from Paris," replied your friend, winking at you.

You laughed, but the two of you parted ways just inside the administration offices, where a long morning of tidying up awaited you.

After two hours of filling out forms and making photocopies of the documents you had brought from the institute in Paris, you had become quite an expert. You had hoped to have an hour to spare before lunchtime to escape to the developing room to develop the film, but that seemed impossible. When the bell rang, you had barely had time to approach the room and put the film in your locker, which you had been assigned to since sixth grade when photography had become your obsession, so you made your way to the cafeteria and found your friend sitting at your table, right next to the big window overlooking the football field.

"Where were you? I was waiting for you to start eating together, but this pizza... it was tempting me," Nat took a bite of pizza like there was no tomorrow.

"If I tell you I've been reading absurd, meaningless documents all morning..." you snorted sitting down across from her and pulling out your sandwich. "If I knew that, I wouldn't be going to Paris."

"You know that's not true," Nat arched an eyebrow drawing a smile from her. "You would have gone to Paris even if you had to repeat one more grade in high school."

"Anyway, I need an update," you began, turning serious. "Has anything interesting happened while I've been away? Anyone new? Anyone who's been stirring things up?"

"New? No, anything interesting? Neither. This Seaville Murph, there's nothing going on here," Nat shrugged finishing his slice of pizza.

"I'll look for the bright side. At least I haven't missed anything," you shrugged.

"I guess you could go away for ten years and when you came back everything would still be the same," Nat looked around. "Where are the boys?"

"I'll bet you five bucks they're on the football field," you commented. "By the way, have you written the application for Brenau yet?"

"It's practically finished," your friend reported. "I'll go over it during the holidays and send it off in January. Are you ready to move to Paris next year and drive the Parisians crazy?" Natasha winked. "You haven't been hiding some movie adventure from me all this time?"

"Oh! Of course," you said wryly just as Steve and Tony made their big appearance. "Now that you mention it, as I was strolling the first evening in the Luxembourg Gardens I heard a sweet melody in the background and headed for it. There was a man playing the saxophone and I stopped to listen to him for a couple of minutes. I was so absorbed that I hardly noticed that a boy had stopped right next to me until he said 'Ne pensez-vous pas que Paris a un charme particulier?' Then I looked at him, he had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen," you paused your story to make a false sigh. "Then we strolled until late at night, and we met every evening so that he could show me the most beautiful corners of the city. I think those were the most romantic months of my life."

Three pairs of eyes stared at you showing completely different feelings. Natasha, who was sitting opposite you, was holding back her laughter, Steve, who was standing holding his tray next to Tony, looked completely confused by what had just happened and Tony was arching an eyebrow somewhat curiously at the story. At this point neither of you two could hold it in and started laughing, snapping the boys out of their trance.

"What was that?" asked Steve sitting down next to you. "Is that true? Because it would annoy me if you hadn't told me."

"Come on! He's pulling your leg," informed Tony jokingly and taking his place next to Nat.

"Wait how are you so sure my story isn't true? Couldn't I have my romantic history with a Parisian?" you rebutted somewhat indignantly at his certainty.

"Was he blind?" Tony arched an eyebrow.

For your part you squinted, just as Tony got a jolt of shock after getting stomped under the table by Nat because of his comment. Steve's change of conversation made it easier to keep the argument from escalating, but something always happened to spoil civilised conversations. A few minutes later, Tony was struggling with the Ketchup sachet which he couldn't open to spread on his burger, such was his desperation that when he took a bite of the sachet, it burst causing the sauce to hit your dress. Nat's eyes along with Steve's widened in anticipation of the contest between the two of you.

"You're an idiot Stark!" you quickly grabbed a couple of napkins Nat offered you so you could remove the sauce before it left a mark.

"At least it matches your dress," Tony interjected, holding back a laugh.

Cursing through your teeth, you headed for the food counter with the intention that some cook would have one of her magical ideas to make the stain go away. Tony followed you without letting go of his burger, even though Steve and Nat advised him to stay quiet and sit down.

"Come on Murphy! It's hardly any different from the red fabric of the dress," he said stepping up beside you, and knowing how much you hated it when he called you that.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Murphy?" you said scrubbing the stain with soap and water.

"It's your name," she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's not my fault your parents decided to name you that."

You bit down hard on your lip so you wouldn't have to blurt out all those things that were running through your mind, and put on an act in the middle of the cafeteria. You were lucky that at that instant someone appeared and diverted Tony's attention.

"Ready for Stark debate class?" Justin Hammer, with whom you shared a few classes introduced himself to you.

"Of course Hammer. I can't wait to see you try to put your meager vocabulary together in one sentence," Tony took a bite of his burger, causing sauce to smear his mustache and chin.

"Come on Tony, you've got a lifetime to be an idiot why don't you take a day off?" Hammer smiled slightly.

You couldn't help but smile at the comment, to which Tony noticed and became uncomfortable.

"Hammer, everyone has the right to act stupid for a while, but I'm not really the one abusing that privilege," Tony took another bite of his burger. "So fuck off."

Justin Hammer had gotten what he wanted, and his success was grounded in a half-smile as he walked away, leaving Tony frustrated. Within seconds he turned to you, so you gave him a raised eyebrow.

"You don't abuse that privilege?" you asked, referring to what he had just said to Hammer. "Please, Tony..."

Your smile faded just as Tony dipped his finger into his burger, and, bathed in what little ketchup he could get his hands on, rubbed it all over your right cheek.

"You're despicable!" you exclaimed wiping your cheek.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"Don't thank me for the insult, it's always a pleasure," you cocked your head to the side and widened a fake smile leaving him alone, returning to the table.

The doorbell once again brought the lunch hour to an end. Tony followed you and jumped on Steve's back with the burger still in his hand, while you and Natasha gathered up your bags and belongings.

"Hey, what are you doing this afternoon? I thought we could all go to Barry's and catch up," you suggested to Natasha as you headed towards the lockers.

"I've got dance class, and I guess since it's the last one before Christmas it's going to run until dinner time," she lamented.

"Did someone say Barry's?" Tony slowed his pace and interjected into the conversation.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Steve. Barry's at 7pm?

"Nat's got dance class," you commented, opening your backpack to put your books in your locker.

"Guys, I know I'm a one-off, but you can go without me, don't worry," Natasha shrugged. "We can meet up tomorrow."

"Okay, but tomorrow you have to come with me to the mall, I'm still missing a present for my dad," you leaned in front of her.

"That means you already got mine," Tony winked at you, you hated his sudden mood swings.

"Yeah, a single ticket to the farthest place on the planet," you said, cocking your head.

"You know you'd miss me," he cut you short and you nudged him.

Oblivious to Tony, you added, "So I'll see you at Barry's this afternoon, and it's okay if you don't show up Stark."

"Believe me it's the last thing I feel like doing, but where Steve goes I go."

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Someone You Loved

I need somebody to heal, somebody to know Somebody to have, somebody to hold It's easy to say, but it's never the same I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

Y/N POV

It was a stuffy day in your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, you were using your wand to cast a breeze onto your face. You couldn’t wait for the bloody summer heat to end so you could curl up by the fireplace with some cocoa and a book. You had been sorted into Ravenclaw your first year just as your mother had been. You had certainly lived up to the reputation, your nose hardly ever leaving a book.

You were trying to pay attention to Professor Lupin’s lecture about boggarts when a paper bird landed on top of your textbook. You looked over to see Draco Malfoy nudging Crabbe and smiling. You opened it up and saw it was an invitation from Draco to meet him at the Astronomy tower that night. 

You smiled fondly at the memory as you loaded your trunk onto the train. You and Draco had been together for almost 3 years now and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. As you boarded the Hogwarts Express you kept your eye out hoping to catch a glimpse of his platinum blonde hair. You felt someone intertwine their hand with yours and you turned around to meet his silver grey eyes. 

Draco smiled at you planting a soft kiss on your lips and then your hand.You couldn’t help but notice how tired he looked, the shadows underneath his eyes prominent against his pale skin. As you wrapped your arms around his waist you couldn’t help but feel how much thinner he was. 

Draco lead you to a compartment, ignoring your worried glances at him and smiling at you as if to reassure that he was fine. You knew he wasn’t though, and you weren’t going to stop worrying until you knew what happened to him.

November

It was now nearing Christmas but you couldn’t bring yourself to feel excited for the holidays like you used to. You wrapped your scarf around you tighter as you left the greenhouse and headed to the Great Hall for lunch. Normally you’d be thinking of the perfect gift for Draco and preparing  your things to return home for the break. However, that wasn’t happening this year. The train ride to Hogwarts was the last happy memory you had of you and Draco.

He had grown distant from you after returning to school. He would avoid looking at you, sitting by you in Potions, and even turned the opposite direction when he noticed you coming down the corridor. You had assumed that whatever had happened to Draco over the summer was the reason for his coldness. You decided to give him some space, confident that he would talk to you when he was ready. You hadn’t expected to find Draco and Pansy emerging from a broom closest at the end of September. His lips red and swollen, her tie loose and her hair a mess.

Your heart broke as you fled to your common room crying. You never glanced back to see Draco watching you. You never knew his heart was breaking just as much as his was, and you never knew that he did it to push you away, to keep you safe from the task he had to complete for the Dark Lord. 

Draco POV

Draco knew he had shattered you. It took everything in him not to bring you into his arms and kiss you till he couldn’t breathe. He wanted more than anything to tell you he loved you and he only wanted to protect you. But he couldn’t, Draco reassured himself that he was doing the right thing, that you would be safe and once the war was over he would explain everything to you and you both could finally get married and grow old together. So he continued to entertain Pansy to keep you away, as much as it disgusted him he knew he was doing it for you.

Y/N POV

The months passed and you found yourself slowly beginning to heal. You began to grow closer to another Ravenclaw in your year. Anthony Goldstein had found you crying in the library one day after Transfiguration, your heart broken all over again after coming across Pansy and Draco kissing. You began to see him more often, eating meals together and studying in the library until late at night often getting kicked out by Madam Pince. 

So when Anthony finally kissed you, you kissed back and for the first time in months you weren’t thinking of Draco. You felt as if you would finally be happy again. You didn’t hesitate to say yes when he asked you to be his.

Draco POV

Draco was angry when he heard the news. He had torn up everything in his room. He hadn’t expected you to actually move on. You had completed each other for three years and now you were with someone else. He couldn’t fathom anyone kissing you like he had, holding you at night and sneaking into each others commons room just to be able to sleep together. 

It took everything in Draco not to hex Goldstein every time he saw you two together. He convinced himself that it was temporary, you had promised him that you two would be together forever. He had sealed that with the emerald promise ring he had given you last year. That was the only thing that kept him going as he worked on the vanishing cabinet. Soon the war would be over and he would be able to claim what was rightfully his.

Battle of Hogwarts

Draco looked for you everywhere. He had to find you to make sure you were still alive. The war was over and Draco was determined to win you back, the engagement ring heavy in his jacket pocket. He entered the Great Hall where everyone was gathered looking for their loved ones and mourning those they had lost. Draco finally saw you, his heart felt ready to burst. Even covered in dirt and mud with your clothes torn you were still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He began to run towards you, ready to take you into his arms and kiss you all over.

When he was only a few feet from you he stopped. He watched as Goldstein took you into his arms, placing a kiss on your forehead. The ring in his pocket felt even heavier as he watched you bring your hand to Anthony’s face. You wore a ring on your ring finger, but the diamond was no longer emerald, instead it was a dark blue.

Draco felt his world collapse around him, his throat began to burn as he fought hard to hold the tears back. Draco knew that you were no longer his, that his dreams of marrying you after the war were no longer going to happen. He had no one to blame but himself, he had hurt you in an effort to save you. He never imagined that it meant he would lose you forever. 

Draco left the Great Hall quickly wanting to leave before you could see him. He threw the ring when he got outside not even caring where he landed. Draco quickly apparated, anxious to leave the scene behind. 

Y/N POV

What Draco didn’t know was that you had seen him in the Great Hall. Your heart ached for the boy you once loved. You remembered fondly all the wonderful moments you and him had together. Draco would always have a special place in your heart, but you would never be his again.

Now, the day bleeds into nightfall And you're not here to get me through it all I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved.

[quirkswriting]

cocoa, cookies, and carols (or, the recipe for a very tendou christmas)

Overview: It’s your first Christmas spent with your boyfriend, Tendou, and it is definitely a good start to all your future Christmases together. (Aged Up) Pairing: Tendou Satori x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Warning(s): Literally just fluffy goodness. Plus mentions of Ushiwaka? Author’s Notes: HAPPY HOLIDAYS NOYA! I was your Secret Santa for the Haikyuwu discord server event! I hope I did Tendou justice, and that you enjoy your present!

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Honestly, this year, the holidays kind of snuck up on you. Not really in the way you were expecting, either. Time had felt like it had ticked on, and on, and on, to the point where it felt like yesterday you were in the middle of June and now all of a sudden it was December. Where had the time gone? You had absolutely no idea, but there was a small sense of relief now that the year was almost over.

Your boyfriend had called you early in the month to see what your plans were; Tendou didn’t so much ask you to spend Christmas with him as you informed him that you’d come over on Christmas Eve and spend some quality time with him. You knew he wasn’t going to be seeing his family (which you’d heard about from him, in bits and pieces, and knew he’d open up to you when he was comfortable) and while he did live with his best friend, you knew that between him and Ushijima things would probably make for a pretty quiet holiday. And that wasn’t something you wanted for your boyfriend. You worried about him sometimes, even though you knew he could look after himself just fine. But that was just something you did, and that was coming through now that the holidays were getting closer.

Though, to be fair, you really had no idea what to expect. You and Tendou had started seeing each other in April, so this would be the first Christmas you’d spend together. You liked him, you did! But he was… well, Tendou. And you liked him, eccentricities and all, but sometimes things had a way of going much differently than you were expecting (like the Shiratorizawa Halloween Party/Volleyball Club Reunion, where somehow Semi ended up with pink hair, Shirabu was missing half an eyebrow, and you and Goshiki had ended up stealing almost all the candy in your boyfriend’s apartment without anyone noticing. Neither of you had told anyone, and you had spent the following morning making sure the guys were all taken care of before sending them back home). But that was all part of the fun of dating Tendou.

You’d asked him what he wanted you to bring with you (aside from his gifts from you and your family, he didn’t have a choice when it came to those), and when he told you that he had everything covered (including a step stool for you, which you knew he was only saying to get a rise out of you, and the frustrating thing was that it worked) you were skeptical, but you let him run with it. As long as the two of you got to spend time together (whether Ushijima was around to awkwardly drink his water and talk about his latest plant-child or not) then you’d be happy with that. But as the month passed by much quicker than the entire rest of the year, you found yourself getting more and more excited.

And then, in a whirl of cold weather, bright lights, and entirely too many people and too little hot chocolate, it was Christmas. And you left home mid-morning to freezing temperatures and grey skies to see your boyfriend, bags of presents in hand. And thankfully he didn’t live too far away.

Tendou buzzed you up pretty quickly when you reached his apartment building, and you rubbed your hands together in the elevator to try and warm up. When you got to his floor, you knocked twice before pushing the door open. He usually left it unlocked when he knew you were coming, which he’d done this time, and you shuffled inside and closed the door behind you. You made quick work of getting your winter gear off, and placed your boots next to his much, much larger ones on the mat by the door (though you did notice that only Tendou’s boots were sitting out, so Ushijima must not be home at the moment). You grabbed the bright blue pair of house slippers you’d left here after your second visit to the apartment (seeing as Tendou and Ushijima had ridiculously big feet and the spare slippers they had never managed to stay on your feet) and pulled them on before walking down the hallway and turning right into the kitchen. You could see the light from that room spilling into the darker hallway, so you assumed that’s where someone was.

And there he was, in the middle of the kitchen with his arms outstretched. “Welcome! Welcome!” Tendou greeted, a smile on his face. You put your bags down near the kitchen door, coming over to give him a hug. He wrapped his long, thin arms around you and squeezed you into a hug. “Brr, you’re cold! That just won’t do,” he told you, letting go of you and walking over to the kitchen table. His favourite red hoodie, one he’d told you before that he’d had since his second year of high school and worn from years of use, was hanging on the back of a chair before his nimble fingers picked it up and held it out for you. You smiled, taking it gratefully and pulling it on.

“Thanks, Satori,” you said, and he responded with an even bigger smile and a double thumbs up. You looked around the kitchen, seeing a bunch of baking tools spread across the counter--not an uncommon sight, really, given that your boyfriend was currently enrolled in the culinary arts program at school and more often than not used you, Ushijima, and whatever other friends he could rope into coming over at any given time to be his taste testers. “What are you up to here?”

“Well,” he said, drawing out the last syllable as he gestured to everything lining the counters, “I was looking up things we could do, y’know, for couple-y stuff, but most of it sounded super boring. So I thought, why not do something that we can share? And what’s better to share than food?” You shook your head, but there was a smile on your face. “Hey, hear me out! I thought we could bake some cookies together! Shortbread, gingerbread… other kinds of bread cookies? Not that I think there are any. But we can make cookies, and I even found this amazing looking recipe for little snowmen cookies I was thinking we could even decorate like the guys, and then eat them and refuse to share.”

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you chastised lightly. “We at least have to share pictures of the cookies with them.” Tendou laughed and walked over to press a kiss to your cheek before grabbing two aprons off the table--purple ones that you’d seen him and Ushijima wearing together more than once--and pulling one over his own head after handing you the other. You did the same, pulling the apron on and tightening it appropriately before coming over to stand next to the redhead at the counter near the sink. As you took stock of the bowls, utensils, and other items taking up all the space, you were reminded of the hulking young man who was usually here. “Is Ushijima coming back later? I saw his shoes weren’t here.” Tendou shook his head, opening up the cupboard in front of him as he consulted his phone sitting in front of him in its cute little chicken themed stand.

“No, Wakatoshi’s out with his dad. It’s just you and me,” he told you. He took down a bag of flour, two bags labelled, “White Sugar” and “Brown Sugar”, and a few other things you couldn’t quite see as he piled them wherever they would fit on the counter. Tendou started handing you ingredients and a bowl and whisk, before moving over to the fridge. “So I’ll get started on the gingerbread cookies, you do the shortbread, and we’ll make some snowmen later. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” you replied. The two of you fell into an easy rhythm as you went on, with Tendou giving you the measurements you needed (though really, telling you to “measure the butter with your heart” really didn’t help as much as he seemed to think it did) and you handing him different things he needed.

As you were mixing ingredients in the bowl, the soft silence between you two was interrupted by  music--and you were thankful you had the bowl on the counter so you wouldn’t have had any reason to drop it with the unexpected noise--and you looked over to see Tendou grinning and pointing to his phone. He started humming along, before breaking out into his own rendition of “You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch”, complete with his own lyrics as he set about getting his own batch of cookies ready.

“You’re a tricky one, Mr. Gingerbread,” he sang, pouring brown sugar into his bowl, “You really are a treat!“ You couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that, and Tendou took that as encouragement to continue on. He kept belting out his own lyrics as the two of you kept baking, often pointing to you from the oddest of positions (bent over backwards, with one knee up in the air… you name it, and he was doing it while still complying very loosely with food safety guidelines). By the time the cookies were even in the oven your sides hurt from laughing, and Tendou’s cheeks were pink from a mix of laughter and exertion, and the two of you took a very well deserved break. Or, well, you sat at the table while he whisked something that smelled absolutely delightful in a pot on the stove. You watched him, seeing him sway slightly to the tune of the music still coming from his phone at a softer volume now, and couldn’t help but think of how boring Christmas would have been without someone like Tendou in your life.

“We should do this every year,” you said. Tendou turned off the burner he was using and moved the pot to rest on the counter while he grabbed some things out of the cupboard with his back to you.

“You think so?” he asked. You nodded, though he couldn’t see it, and after a moment he was turning around with two mugs in  hand. “Ta da! Hot cocoa! I experimented a little with the flavours so you’ll either love it or you can have a bottle of water from the fridge.” You rolled your eyes, but gratefully took the mug he held out for you. It was big and blue and full almost to the brim with hot cocoa and marshmallows, and you held it in your hands. He sat across from you, putting his own mug down and running his hands through his hair. “But I’d really like that. We can bake cookies and have cocoa and I’ll suffer through your terrible rhyming skills when it comes to singing together. That sounds like a great Christmas tradition to me!”

You kicked his foot underneath the table and he laughed as you took a sip of your cocoa. The two of you stayed like that, talking and laughing together, until the cookies had finished and then you moved to the living room to let them cool before you decorated them. You sat together on the couch, some cheesy Christmas movie that Tendou was providing his own (and much more entertaining) running commentary for, and you loved every minute of it (not that you’d tell him that, of course).

Yeah, this was definitely something you wanted to make a tradition of together.

[no6secretsanta]

Hap-paca Holidays Hachiko-101!

Happy holidays @hachiko-101​​, this is your No.6 Secret Santa, @origami10​ ! I realized that writing fluff isn���t my strong point, but hopefully all the fluff on the alpacas makes up for it! I hope you enjoy the art and the fic :D

The Fluffiest Gift

“Nezumi?” said Shion.

“Hm?” Nezumi looked up from reading the newspaper.

“What if we started an alpaca farm?”

The light in Nezumi’s eyes faded, and Shion could almost see his soul ascending from the amount of stupidity he was forced to put up with.

“No, hear me out! Alpaca wool is known for being soft and high quality. You can only shear them once a year, but they don’t take up much land or food, and their manure is supposed to be amazing for helping plants grow. They’re good guards for other livestock, plus they’re easy to be around for children, and we could keep them without you having to change your work schedule. All we’d need for them is a little space, I’m sure we’d have enough here.” He was doing that puppy-dog thing where his face lit up, and Nezumi had to freeze the edges of his heart to keep it from melting.

“And there’s just the slight matter of, where the heck do you think we’re going to find alpacas? Tch.” Nezumi looked back to his newspaper.

“Well....” Shion, too, looked back down, but couldn’t quite keep his focus on the book he was reading. He muttered quietly to himself. “Somewhere. They live in this climate, so there must be some somewhere.”

———

“Nezumi, do you have a hammer?” Shion had burst out of the door as Nezumi returned home from running errands. Nezumi had intended not to make any sound, but this airhead somehow knew right when to ambush him. He noticed the pile of branches and loops of twine off to the side of the path, and said,

“Why...?”

“No reason.”

“Shion, there is no way these branches are going to be strong enough to make a fence that will keep in an alpaca.”

Shion shuffled to the side in an apparent attempt to belatedly keep Nezumi from seeing his fencing materials. “Who said anything about alpacas?”

“Tch.” Nezumi brushed past, heading towards the house. “You did, last week.” He opened the door and paused, then beckoned for Shion to follow. “I’ll show you where the hammer is, but don’t put those puny sticks in the ground. And don’t you dare think of scouring the dump until I can come with you.”

———

Three days later, there was a respectable-looking corral just outside the door, complete with waxed-rope fencing strung between rusty but sturdy metal struts. They had even been able to find some jagged and dirty pieces of corrugated aluminum, which cleaned up well enough to make a small roofed shed in the corner. Nezumi had tested the wind to make sure the opening  faced away to help keep out the weather.

“I still don’t know what you think you’re going to keep here.” Nezumi deadpanned.

———

Surprisingly, it was only a week and a half later, when the ground was beginning to thaw, that Nezumi looked down on their home and saw Shion leading an alpaca down the path. Rikiga was right behind him leading a second alpaca, and he held both leads as Shion rolled open the makeshift gate before leading the fuzzy animals, one black and one white, into the corral.

Nezumi quickly ran over to the pen, his slightly ragged breath clouding the chilly air. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the animals in front of him. Up close, they were smaller than he had expected, neither of them reaching past Shion’s shoulder. It was hard not to feel warmed by their long lashes and smiling mouths. Nezumi started to ask the obvious question, but Shion answered before he could get any sound out.

“Mr. Rikiga knew someone, who knew someone else, who brought them here from another city.”

“In exchange for what?!”

“Half a dozen bottles of whiskey from my collection, and season tickets to your shows for the middlemen,” said Rikiga. “You can manage that, right?”

Nezumi gritted his teeth, but couldn’t help but be impressed at the trade, and Shion’s commitment to making it happen.

He approached the long-necked creatures cautiously and was able to lay a hand on the darker one, but it quickly turned and trotted to the opposite corner of its new home.

“They’re like you.” Shion laughed. “It takes them some time to get used to being around someone.”

———

It wasn’t much longer before Cloud and Velvet, as Shion had named the two alpacas against Nezumi’s repeated insistence otherwise, would follow them around the edges of the corral as they  came and went to the house, or did chores in the yard. When he wasn’t spending time caring for the alpacas, Shion would hardly stop uttering aloud every fact about animal husbandry he encountered as he dug through Nezumi’s many books. Even Nezumi was spending enough time with them to get a feel for how to approach the two animals and get a friendly welcome. He held their leads as Shion ushered the neighbor kids into the corral for the first time, holding onto them and reassuring them as Shion explained to the children how to act around the animals. Nezumi stroked the soft fur, and imagined the sweaters and mittens it would make the next time it was shorn and spun into yarn.

———

Shion fluffed some alpaca wool from the basket sitting next to him on the bed. All things considered, Shion’s training for the ecology course and the alpaca’s affinity for Nezumi had served them well during the shearing process. “Good thing we only have to do that once a year.” Nezumi flopped down next to him, exhausted from keeping Velvet and Cloud calm as Shion trimmed their wool for the approaching warmer weather.

“I hope I don’t mess this up,” Shion mused. He looked at the drop spindle he had carved to turn the wool into yarn he could try to knit, just like the homemade sweater he had received long ago. “I’d feel bad for Cloud and Velvet if this went to waste.”

“I’m sure they’d forgive you. One look at those adorable faces and big doe eyes and somehow everything seems right with this crappy world.”

“Nezumi! Did you just call them ‘adorable’?!”

Nezumi looked up. “Yeah, yeah, what of it? But no one and nothing is as adorable as you.” A grin slowly spread across his face, and he wrapped one arm around Shion in an embrace, which Shion returned.

———

Shion carried a tray with two steaming hot cocoas in from the kitchen and set it down near where Nezumi was sitting on the couch. “Here you are.” Nezumi accepted the mug, but raised one eyebrow. “Shion, it’s spring. It’s not cold anymore.”

Shion tucked his feet under him and settled into the couch with his own mug. “It’s a special day! We can have hot chocolate to celebrate even if it’s warm.” He reached over the side of the couch to grab a package wrapped up in brown paper. “For you. Since you don’t know when your birthday is.”

Nezumi set down his mug, and carefully pulled the string to open the package. He pulled out one fuzzy white lump, then another, and finally a long, wide span of white fluff.

“They’re mittens and a scarf! Try them on!” Shion set down his own mug and reached over the side of the couch again to grab matching blobs of fluff in the same dark shade as Velvet. By the time he got them on, Nezumi had managed to put on his mittens, but Shion couldn’t wait any longer, and wrapped the scarf around his neck to complete the look. “Grab your hot chocolate and let’s go show Velvet and Cloud!” Shion could hardly refrain from dragging Nezumi out the door.

“This is ridiculous,” Nezumi laughed.

The two of them stood side by side next to the corral, drinking their hot cocoas while Cloud and Velvet tried to nose at the unfamiliar beverages. New buds were sprouting on the plants all around them, waiting to open into flowers. “It’ll be too warm to keep wearing these now,” Shion motioned to the mittens and scarves, “but they should serve us well next winter.” Nezumi nodded and smiled. He leaned into Shion, and ruffled his hair. “I’m lucky I’ll get to spend it with you.” -The End!-

[soldouthaz]

hii! I'm not having the best night and I felt like compiling a list of my favorite fics that never fail to make me smile when I'm down or have provided me a beautifully worded escape for a while :) 

disclaimer: I will list the specifics for those interested, but there is a mix of bl / bh so be aware of that please. these are the fics that make ME happy and I want to spread some positivity for the talented authors that have gotten me through some rough times, so please leave any negativity out of it and stick to your own preferences. 

thank you and happy reading! ♡

✰ enter the rose garden (GA, 10k, imp. b!L) by @angelichl

Soft heats make omega Louis clingy. Enter alpha Harry. 

✰ before we knew (E, 40k, b!L) by @risthebrave / falsegoodnight 

Louis has been skeptical of soulmates for years so it seems like fate when he finally bumps into the owner of the obnoxiously large signature printed into his skin since age sixteen: Harry Styles, a human rights attorney who is firmly against soulmates.

✰ baby we could be enough (I'll make this feel like home) (E, 57k, b!H) 

“Did you clean the table?” Harry asks Louis once Rose is done speaking, now occupied with trying to see if she can reach over and touch Harry’s hair from where she’s sat. At Louis’ nod, Harry frowns. “You didn’t have to do that. You’re my guests here, I could’ve dealt with it later.”

Louis just smiles easily, though, adjusting Rose on his lap so that she’s facing Harry better. She manages to tug on a loose wave of hair, and she makes a noise of triumph that both Louis and Harry smile at.

“I don’t mind,” Louis murmurs to Harry, even though he’s looking at Rose. “This one here seemed very excited to talk to you.”

And, okay. Harry can’t help but think of how domestic this feels, all of a sudden.

[harry is a photographer who's trying to find his place. louis is a single father with a smile that feels like home.]

✰ when you touch me, paint me like a van gogh (E, 4k, b!L) by TurismoEmocional 

(Harry has been away for a month. He comes home to Louis in the middle of the night - dramatics and smut ensue.) 

✰ undone, undress (E, 134k, b!H) by @angelichl

Louis' new roommate is shy, skittish, and flinches at the slightest sounds. He's an art major who gets drunk on cherry wine, wears lacy lingerie, and shows up late at night covered in bruises that blossom across his skin like flowers.

Obviously something is wrong. Louis just doesn't know what it is.

personal note: this fic is amazing and has been very validating for me, but please make sure to check the tags and author’s note for any possible triggers before reading and make the best choice for yourself! 

✰ ours are the moments I play in the dark (E, 30k, b!L) by @holdingthornsandroses / edensrose

Jane Austen's Persuasion AU. Nine years ago Louis Tomlinson was persuaded to break off his engagement to Harry Styles, a poor sailor. Since then Louis has come to regret being so easily convinced to give up his one chance of happiness. Now Louis' family is in debt and his childhood home is being sold. In a complete reversal of fortune, Harry has returned to England a wealthy bachelor looking to settle down. Events conspire to bring them together once more though Louis is- must surely be- the last man on earth that Captain Styles would think of now.

✰ hot and heavy, pumpkin pie (E, 10k, b!L) by @sunflowerstyles

Louis and Harry get separated at a Green Bay Packers game. Harry finds him and helps his baby relax by buying Louis things that get him to smile and making love to him for quite a while. 

✰ laundry room (E, 10k, not specified/no penetrative sex) by @thelovejandles / beautlouis

[Louis and Harry are both students living in the same apartment complex. They end up having the same laundry night and time. Louis can't stop staring at Harry and he can't figure out why Harry consistently points out Louis’ inside-out shirts, and his untied shoes, and messy hair. Enter slow burn-ish flirting, banter, awkwardness, and a lot of laundry.] 

✰ everywhere and nowhere (E, 16k, b!L) by @2tiedships2 

Niall took a seat and said, "Apparently Louis' downstairs neighbor is a fan of giving Louis creepy gifts. Maybe I should go introduce myself and tell him that Louis actually prefers food."

"What has he given you?" Liam asked.

Louis shrugged as it were no big deal. "There was a rabbit's foot keychain on the door a little after he left from introducing himself and there was a small teddy bear sitting by my door tonight. Obviously I can't prove it's from him, but they seem to have his scent. I could be wrong though."

"Wow," Liam said, looking deep in thought. "That's old school."

"What's old school?" Niall asked. "Giving creepy gifts?"

"I've never known an alpha to do it, to be honest, but he's courting you."

Louis couldn't contain his look of disbelief directed at Liam. "He's courting me. Like some sort of romantic shit they'd do in the 1800s or something?"

✰ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in (E, 52k, b!L) by @absoloutenonsense / nonsensedarling

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

✰ the case of the (definitely not haunted) styles mansion (E, 40k, b!H) by @briannamarguerite / briamaria

The Nancy Drew AU where Marcel is a man of logic, Louis is a private detective who believes in ghosts, and the Styles Mansion is definitely, absolutely, positively *not* haunted.

✰ building castles in the sky (GA, 22k, no smut) by @whileatwiltshire

"D-dad? You think I c-can do it? Y-you think i c-can..." Evan trailed off looking down at his chest. And Louis' heart melted.

"I think you can do everything, love. Everything." Louis said while pulling his boy closer. "Because you, my little dandelion, are very brave! And so strong and wonderful and so very bright! You will go up on that stage, and you will blow everyone away. I just know it."

They laid there on their porch while they hugged each other tightly. His little boy was so brave. Louis didn't need to see him on a stage to be proud. He was proud of him already.

"You know,” Evan mumbled aloud again. “Mr. S-Styles says the same t-thing. He s-says I c-can do e-everything too.”

And Louis couldn't help but smile.

or,

Where, Louis had a four year old with a stuttering problem. Harry was always there to help.

✰ a trail of honey through it all (E, 27k, b!L) by faeriestyles 

the TPH* fic we’ve all been waiting for. 

* (trailer park harry)

✰ we should open up (before it’s all too much) (E, 43k, b!H) by @disgruntledkittenface

Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people.

Then he meets Louis.

personal note: I cannot stress enough how much this fic means to me and it is very close to my heart, but I strongly suggest checking the tags for any possible triggers before reading!! 

✰ my love’s not simple (it’s fragile) (E, 27k, b!L) by @risthebrave / falsegoodnight 

Harry's new job is threatened by his impending rut. Desperate for a solution, he allows Niall to introduce him to Louis, an omega whose heat begins the same day. They click.

✰ swept me off my feet (took my heart and took me down) (E, 25k, b!L) by jennifer_kaid

When Louis had decided to reopen his mother's bakery, he never thought a charming alpha would walk in through the door, let alone fall in love with him over tea, dessert and music.

✰ knock knock, I love you (E, 86k, b!H) by @thelovejandles / beautlouis

[Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.] 

✰ enjoy the ride (E, 11k, imp. b!L) by @2tiedships2

the one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

✰ fading (E, 202k, b!L) by tothemoonmydear

Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

personal note: another wonderful and realistic story but please check the tags for triggers before reading! 

all of these fics and authors mean a lot to me and have unknowingly made me incredibly happy during some dark times. if you visit these fics, please make sure to leave a kudos or a comment to spread some positivity, or feel free to let the authors that have made your life better know! :) 

(as always, please let me know if I tagged or linked anything incorrectly! happy reading!) 

[allycryz]

Duende - Uri & Haurche :3

PG because Haurchefant makes innuendo, set during early Stormblood.

The first draft of this was super easy to get out. The edits were a little harder because Urianger’s voice is very different from mine, but a good challenge all the same!!

‘Tis expected of a Scion to battle as expertly as one might pen a treatise. Urianger schedules two ventures per day to hone his physical talents: a bracing run before dawn and a lengthy solo training session at dusk. For the latter, he takes to the rocky shore along the coast line. The precarious climb to his preferred spot (providing both privacy and space) is part of his regimen.

Urianger picks the times when visibility is low and most residents occupied. Small talk is not his wont, nor is he at ease with those not in his immediate circle. There is something about his unmasked, unhooded face that gives strangers tacit permission to approach.

His position and decorum dictate that he engage somewhat in chatter during his errands. The residents do not press overmuch, for which he is grateful. Still, the task fits him worse than the too-small aldgoat leather gloves Lyse gifted him on his last Nameday. (Except, those he could not put on as easily as he might a polite demeanor. They refused to go past the breadth of his palm.)

There are days when the convenience of sunrise and sunset for sundry reasons, prove incompatible with other needs such as visibility and safety.

The unexpected rain pours down as he wends his weary way up the cliffs. It sluices through his hair, running rivulets over his brow. For the dozenth time, he swipes at his face and squints against the onslaught.

His feet remember where to place, his hands where to grip for balance. These are his cliffs and his winding, narrow path. No one knows it better. Should that memory etched into his muscle fail, a fall here would not be deadly.

‘Twould be painful though, and impact his duties for the next few days. For that latter reason–above all–he takes longer than usual along the rain-slicked terrain. 

There, he thinks as he nears the safety of the plateau. Urianger blows out a soft breath of relief, relaxing muscles he has kept tense during the arduous journey. For this stretch he has always found it best to walk sideways, arms spread for balance. It has never been a treacherous spot, simply steep enough to warrant caution.

Today, treachery comes at last. He takes a step up the incline, shifts to lift the other foot. The slippery grass beneath his boots gives way and both feet shoot out from under him. He has enough presence of mind to throw his gravity forward rather than backwards.

The impact is unpleasant but survivable; naught but his palms and dignity scraped. Dirt and mud bespatter the front of his shorter training robe. The cotton garment ends below his knees, the boots just above. Thus the joints are spared injury besides a dull ache. He chooses an ignominious crawl up to the plateau rather than risk another fall by rising on the sodden incline.

The rain is not so courteous as to clean his garments. It does offer some reprieve as he turns his stinging palms up to the sky and rubs the rainwater against the creases of grime and grass.

Ah, well. Rain is uncommon enough that he should be glad when it comes. Should his comrades ever summon him to battle in such precipitation, he shall be well-prepared. Lord Haurchefant oft speaks of how training in winter climes these five years have better forged him for difficult conflict. (Urianger suspects it is not only snow and ice that stood in the knight’s way.)

He finds himself smiling, thinking of his new colleague. Though their base is near underground, ‘tis not wholly cut off from the outside world. Vents let in sunlight, rain can be heard pouring upon the streets. Like as not, Haurchefant put a kettle on soon as he perceived the change in weather. 

The Waking Sands are enchanted to remain a cool temperature. If the sun does return in full force, they shall not overheat drinking cocoa.

Befouled, bedraggled, and besodden; he returns to the outskirts of Vesper Bay. The twilight and the rain have not put off the residents. A knot of people gathers near the market stalls, the hum of their voices rising just above the thrum of rain upon roof and stone and sea. The citizens hold cloaks and hands over their head as shields, one has a parasol meant for sun and aesthetics. 

‘Tis a lovely pink one with expensive-seeming trim. A shame it is likely ruined.

The reason for their cluster becomes apparent. Lord Haurchefant is the focus upon which they circle, tallest among them save two other residents. His silvered head is bent to them as they harken to his low voice. This eve, he has garbed himself in a long scarlet coat over his usual apparel. ‘Tis the first time he has donned sleeves since his arrival.

 (For all the good it did me to be tempered by winter, his lordship had said. It does make me rather pitiful in a desert. I shall do my best to acclimate to Thanalan.) 

They all gaze upon him with utter rapture. It has ever been so, since his lordship’s residence began in the Waking Sands while Urianger’s comrades and Haurchefant’s love continued on to Gyr Abania. Their adoration is not due solely to his fair countenance or noble title, though both must aid the cause.

There is an...openness in him that beguiles all he meets. Urianger has witnessed the surliest residents and most peevish of vendors open like blossoms to the sun when Haurchefant turns the glory of his attention upon them. Such an unusual power he has seldom witnessed and never from so kind a soul as this knight.

There is no avoiding this throng, even would it not be unconscionably rude to avoid his guest. At least there is a smaller chance of strangers engaging him in conversation. Not with a beacon such as Haurchefant seizing their attention, both intentionally and involuntarily.

“-suppose he will be alright, he knows the land better than I.” He hears Haurchefant saying as he approaches. His noble brow is drawn down, his battle-sculpted arms folded. “But do let me know if you see him. No one expected this rainfall.”

Doth he….speak of me? Urianger wonders. As if attuned to his thoughts, his lordship turns his way. Surprise, then relief, and then rapture all pass across his handsome features.

“Urianger!” He exclaims. “Thank the Fury. I was worried–I know you favor treacherous paths,and with the dark and the rain…”

“I am well,” says Urianger. “Thy concern is much appreciated and noted. ‘Twould have been a perilous journey had I not been close acquainted with yon cliffs.”

Haurchefant steps towards him, gaze sweeping up and down. Lingering on his bare face, throat, and collar. “It seems it was perilous for your clothes. Let’s get you inside and taken care of, yes?”

One of the crowd smiles at Urianger. Mara, he recalls, the tall Hyur woman who hawks fruit.  “Well, we’re glad you’re alright, ser. I was just telling June that I worry when I see you go off in the dark.”

“Ah,” he says, trying to recall which is June. The baker. Yonder woman with the braids who oft gives thee extra tea biscuits. “Tis not my intent to cause worry. I am well versed in the land and how best to scale it.”

“Even knowing that, do be careful.” Mara gives an imperious nod. Others nod as well, their eyes on him and not the handsome knight.

He can only nod again, bearing and smile stiff. He does not recall all their names. It makes him feel the most ill-mannered of scoundrels. He sweeps into a bow towards them, hoping it goes to some measure in repaying their concerns. “I shall endeavor to have a care, my lady. Your solicitous care bringeth warmth into mine heart, ‘tis only right I do well by all gathered.”

She smiles and pats his arm. This seems a signal for all to disperse, more residents bestowing upon him pats and nods. It is a wholly alien experience, and he considers he may be lying at the bottom of the cliff in the midst of a delusion. Surely he is not dear to all these people with whom he barely speaks.

“Come friend,” Haurchefant says. “You need to get out of those wet clothes and have something warm in your belly.”

“Thou art just as sodden,” says Urianger. “Pray also attend to yourself. Thou shouldst not catch sick for mine sake.”

“Ah but I would have done so gladly if I had to save you today.” The knight’s smile is wide again, fair dazzling in its potency. Again, Urianger is astonished any resident would look at him with Haurchefant there. Do they not sense the charm radiating from his very core? “I do thank you, for arriving when you did. There are much better games we might play in the dark than hide and seek.”

Urianger near trips on the steps up to the door. Of course, Haurchefant is there to catch him, strong hands righting his balance and smoothing over his back. 

“I beg thine pardon,” says Urianger. Regretful that he has no mask or hood to hide the heat upon his cheeks. As Lord Haurchefant is cheeky himself to everyone, he is likely used to it. ‘Tis not the first time Urianger has witnessed or received innuendo delivered so warmly from this man. “Mayhap I used more energy than I surmised, during my exertions today.”

“Yes,” Haurchefant nods, opening the door. “All the more reason for you to come relax with me once you have cleaned up. I shall not have you burying yourself in work when you have earned respite.”

“For a little while,” says Urianger. He glances back at the streets, at the residents seeking shelter in houses and under awnings. At the way some of them look at them–at him. Relief and concern and warmth in their gazes. He frowns and cannot lose the change to his mien, even in the warmth and dry of the building.

Haurchefant pauses at the top of the stares, giving his shoulders a roll before beginning his descent. ‘Tis late and his friend is often tense in his upper body by the time supper comes. He will need help working the knots loose again. Perhaps Urianger might put off his tasks even further to repay Haurchefant’s worry and concern.

As to everyone else in Vesper Bay, he is at a loss on how to make recompense.

His friend reaches the door to their sanctum and turns back, looking up at Urianger still upon the landing. “Dear Urianger, what is the matter? That’s a rather pensive expression.”

“...I didst not realise the depth of their regard for mine person. Yon residents and I art not particularly close.” He shakes his head.

“Oh,” says Haurchefant, that entrancing smile returning to his mouth. “Do ask me an easier one next time.”

Facetiousness is not Haurchefant’s way. The ironic reply seems out of character. “Yes, I am aware the reasoning seems difficult to determine-”

“‘Tis not.” Haurchefant’s eyes crinkle with laughter. It does not sting–there is no malice in it. He doubts such a quality resides in the knight. “You are quite charming, even when cloaked. It inspires others to take interest in you.”

For the second time, Urianger says “I beg thine pardon? I am not given to using mine wiles-”

“No, no. We should all be in trouble should you do it apurpose. But you have a natural draw that leads people to want to know you. As you signal that is not what you want, they have kept their distance.”

It is an absurd supposition that Haurchefant says with all the conviction of his noble heart. So much does he seem to believe it; that Urianger wants to also trust it, if only for his friend’s sake. “I am...uncertain of the validity of thy premise. However, thy kindness and belief warms my heart. Wouldst that every man hath such a friend as you, my lord.”

At this, Haurchefant lets out a clear, ringing laugh. Again, there is no mockery in it. The sound is joyful and pleased, as seductive a sound as every part of the man. ‘Tis a wonder such a man as he thinks his draw is mirrored in Urianger.

“So I must endeavor to convince you of it, till you are no longer agreeing to humor me.” Haurchefant opens the door, shivering at the blast of magically cooled air upon his wet person. “Well, I look forward to the process. One could do far worse than spending an evening convincing a beautiful man of his charms.”

To that, Urianger has no answer. Nor does Haurchefant expect one. He winks and enters the Waking Sands, door closing behind him.

It occurs to him and the rapid beating of his heart, there is a reason he perceives Haurchefant as charming and beguiling and the one who everyone should desire. Projection has not been a key failing of his, but he has fallen prey to it before. And presently, it seems.

And Haurchefant is correct in one thing: there are far worse ways they might spend the evening. Perhaps Urianger shall put his work on hold tonight, to see the knight’s endeavor in full.

[writteninsunshine]

Dramatique - Sephiroth/Genesis Rhapsodos - SFW

Title: Dramatique

Author: Reno

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: Sephiroth’s Apartment

Pairing: Sephiroth/Genesis Rhapsodos

Characters: Sephiroth, Genesis Rhapsodos, Angeal Hewley, OC: Kimmy, OC: Harrison

Genre: Romance/Humor

Rating: K

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1054

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day Two of the Shinra Holiday 2020 Prompts

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Fluff, Romance, Silliness, Genesis watches soap operas, Kimmy and Harrison are characters in said Soap Opera

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except Kimmy and Harrison.

Summary: It’s too cold for anything less than a sweater, but Sephiroth chose to try anyway.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunnywritings, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it’s here: https://discord.gg/FyaWw25

So, these prompts are really fun? Apparently, I’m just using a lot of inside jokes from rps with my husband for these, too. Kimmy is “that bitch” in the Soap Opera Genesis watches that is always doing something. Harrison is the male equivalent, now, more or less. At any rate, I hope you guys like this! Here we go!

Shinra Holiday Week 2020 Fic Masterlist

Final Fantasy VII Fic Masterlist

Dramatique

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“Honestly, it’s far too cold out there!” Genesis griped, letting his head fall back with a dramatic whine. His hands, covered by the sleeves of the sweater he’d burgled from Sephiroth’s closet, flopped onto his face and he drug them down, and all Sephiroth could do was snicker behind his mug of hot chocolate.

“Genesis, I always thought you were too hot to be so cold in the winter.” The look he received, a strange mixture of concession and indignation, made him snort and look away. He was about to spew hot chocolate through his nose if he wasn’t careful. Genesis was the greatest with his overdramatic nature and his adoration of the arts. Sephiroth couldn’t see another man pulling the same stunts in front of him and making him half as happy as Genesis always did.

“I am hot! I’m just-- So, so cold in the winter. It’s like the entire world is out to snuff out my fire.” This time, a dramatic toss of one arm sent his face into the crook of his elbow, and the other arm simply flopped to the bed to hold him up. If he wasn’t careful, he would throw himself to the floor on accident and spend the rest of the night grousing about how everything hurt. Sephiroth was fully aware that his SOLDIER status meant that all of these tiny bumps and bruises didn’t truly bother him, but it was still amusing to watch Genesis make his own problems just to complain about them.

It was something of a favorite past-time of his, watching Genesis overreact to things for his benefit. While it went unspoken between them, Sephiroth knew that this was so much more than he ever did in public, or even with Angeal. This, in all of its melodramatic, soap-drama-esque glory, was just for him.

That, and Genesis parading around in nothing but Sephiroth’s simple black turtleneck and a pair of bright red boxer briefs and nothing else? That was probably just for him, too. Granted, if Genesis was going to bemoan his loss of heat this loudly for much longer, Sephiroth might just have to wrestle him into a pair of warm socks, at least. Maybe those warm, red flannel sleep pants if push came to shove, too.

“Are you going to go on like this all day, love?” Sephiroth asked, finally setting his hot cocoa down on the bedside table. “If you could go five seconds without pretending to be Kimmy, you might notice your cinnamon hot chocolate. If it can’t warm you up, I know I can give it a valiant effort.”

“Kimmy?!” Genesis pouted, shaking his head and rolling his eyes with an indignant huff. “If anything, I’d say I’m more of a Harrison. Just as big of a dramatic flair and only half of the blatant two-faced bitch attitude.”

“You’re right.” Sephiroth nodded, “Harrison is more of a one-faced bitch, isn’t he?”

“Hey!” Reaching over, Genesis smacked the other’s arm before finally taking his drink in both hands and sitting up straight, one knee bent on the bed and the other hanging over the side. “That’s just plain rude.” 

“You’re very authentic, Genesis, just like Harrison.” Sephiroth tried with a small smile, sitting beside him and reaching out to gently wrap his hands around the other’s. Genesis rose a brow, giving the other a quick once-over before finally sighing and offering him a pleased smile. 

“Authentic, yes. Just like Harrison? Hardly. I would never jeopardize the lives of my loved ones because I was on a bender and didn’t tell them before driving from one end of the continent to the other.” He pointed out, breaking his hands free of Sephiroth’s to take a sip of his drink. Hissing after he swallowed, he gulped again and shook his head. “How in the world did you get it to be hot enough to burn me?” 

“I watched you make it so that I could see how to make it how you like it.” 

“...Clever. How did you know I enjoy burning my mouth?” The sardonic tone of Genesis’ voice wasn’t lost on Sephiroth for a second.

“Because you never wait long enough for anything to cool. The second you have your food or the drink you made or ordered, it’s going in your mouth, even if you hiss and whine and make a big deal out of it. It’s just how you operate.” Sephiroth said all of this with a gentle, enamored smile on his lips, and Genesis couldn’t help but blush as he tipped the mug back against his lips. Whining softly as he took a long pull from it, he set the mug down on the bedside table and pouted.

“That doesn’t necessarily mean I actually like it when I burn myself.” He pointed out, and Sephiroth was quick to crawl forward and kiss him softly on his lips, pulling Genesis to lay in bed with him. It took a couple of seconds to pull the thick, Chocobo down comforter out from beneath them, but he was happy to wrap Genesis in it and then into his embrace when the struggle was over. Genesis sighed a little, content to be in the other’s arms when it finally struck him that something was off.

“Sephiroth…” He asked slowly, turning to look at the other over his shoulder while his hand traveled over his lover’s bare abdomen, “Are you wearing my sweater?”

“What, is it that noticeable?” Sephiroth purred, leaning in to kiss at Genesis’ cheek and earlobe. The redhead pouted, leaning into the affection despite himself as he crossed his arms and leaned his back more against Sephiroth’s chest.

“You’re wearing the crop top one, that can’t be warm.”

“You weren’t wearing it.” Sephiroth chuckled, nuzzling his hairline, “I thought you might get some amusement out of it.”

“You’d better not stretch it out.” That was all Genesis said as he turned around in the other’s arms, kissing him softly, holding him close by the front of his own sweater. “It does look good on you, though.” He finally admitted, taking a moment to appreciate just how short it was on the other man’s chest. The thought to add ‘crop top sweaters’ to his gift idea list for Sephiroth bubbled up from the deepest part of Genesis’ brain. He decided he should start shopping around online that night when he got the chance.

“Thank you,” Sephiroth replied against the other’s lips, barely able to say much more through the barrage of kisses he received. There was absolutely no time left for Genesis to start his Christmas shopping that night, but it wasn’t like he was complaining.

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AN: Welp, it took me longer to finish this than I would have liked but I hope that it’s good, guys! I really love how it came out, even if it might seem a little rambly. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I know I had a blast writing it.

Prompt: Shinra Holiday 2020 Day Two - Sweater Weather

[lonelypond]

Idol Protection Program: Home Office

NicoMaki, Love Live, 1K, 1/1

Summary: Nico and Maki are still adjusting to their life as parents and their new, seaside location.

Home Office

Both the girls were sleeping, a rare afternoon break in from parenting. Dia, at the age of almost four, had an amount of energy that frightened Maki. She’d probably inherited that from Nico, but she also seemed to have inherited Cocoro’s judgy hauteur. So meeting Dia’s standards had already become a struggle. Nico had started to let Dia veto one food item a week, which led to fewer refusals to eat dinner.

Nico was in the room she’d claimed as her office. They were still moving into the Numazu house, redecorating with an emphasis on traditional design. Kotori planned to visit next week to pick screens for the common areas.

Stepping into Nico’s office though was almost like stepping back into the Idol Research Club room from Maki’s first year at Otonikazawa. No A-Rise posters, both Maki and Nico had agreed about that. Muse posters. Nico Ni posters. Lots of Nico swag. A smaller table. A larger whiteboard. Still two screens on a table behind Nico, with her laptop in between them. A state of the art sound system. A coffee machine and mugs for meetings. Currently, Nico sat at the table, facing the door, official looking books in three piles as she took notes.

“The girls are sleeping. Finally. I think Dia wore herself out doing Muse dance routines for Ruby.” Maki rolled up the sleeves of her striped linen oxford. That and short khaki shorts were her go to outfit. Nico was usually in a floral, ruffled sundress.

Nico glanced up from her work, her proud parent grin glowing, “They’re the cutest. Did you take any video? Cocoro, Cocoa, and Cotaro would love to see that.”

Maki nodded. Since they moved to Numazu, everyone wanted pictures of Dia and Ruby. Maki felt more like a documentary film crew than a parent. Shaking herself away from a sigh, she slumped in the farthest seat from Nico and grabbed a book. It contained nautical tables. What was Nico up to?

“Nico-chan?”

“The Kurosawas are an old fishing family right, so we should know some of their history.” Nico frowned, hand under her chin, “It should be your family though, not Nico’s…”

“It is my family.” Maki shouldn’t have been surprised. Nico was, of course, overplanning.

“Yeah, yeah, you and your mom have similar features to the local Kurosawa branch, people will like that” Nico slid a book open to a picture at Maki, “and people will believe our story.”

The picture was a multigenerational shot of a Kurosawa family boating outing, black and white collotype photo, a bunch of children the same age as Ruby and Dia. One of the older woman reminded Maki of her great aunt, the previous owner of this house. There was an air of contented happiness. Maki hoped her daughters would feel that here, instead of the rushed, hunted bustle that time in Tokyo had become.

“So, we met overseas, how about New York, in college maybe…” Nico had continued building a backstory.

Best to apply an editorial touch now. “That’s awfully complicated, Nico-chan. Can’t we just be from Tokyo?”

“Hmmmm….” Nico considered, “You are a terrible liar.”

“You make that sound like a character flaw.” Maki found a curl to twirl.

Nico shrugged as she got to her feet, bouncing over to hug Maki, “No flaws anywhere Nico notices.”

Happier, Maki leaned back. “Parenting is exhausting. How did ours do it?”

“We were perfect children.” Nico gloated.

Maki snorted, “Well, I was. I doubt you were anything but Dia on turbo boost.”

Maki sometimes forgot that bringing up Nico’s childhood could lead to small, somber silences so unlike Nico’s usual moods.

“My dad would have loved the girls.” Nico whispered.

Nico still had her arms around Maki’s shoulder. Maki leaned back to kiss her gently on the cheek, an apology for having broken the mood . “Hey, if we’re reinventing ourselves, how about I skip the doctor part.”

That surprised Nico, who spun Maki around, concerned, ruby eyes searching Maki’s.

Maki stretched her arms up, “Haven’t you always wanted a trophy wife.?

Nico stared too long at Maki’s rising bosom, then stuttered her way through a response as she met Maki’s laughing glance, “Of...of course, Nico has the hottest, sexiest, smartest wife ever. Nico will sit down to write, Maki will wander around in sarong, Nico will get nothing practical done.”

“And then I’ll order delivery.”

Nico was getting closer, tension and interest building between them, “If that’s what Maki wants…”

“Maybe. Music.” And then Maki remembered something she’s always dreamed about doing, “I’d like to take out my camera…”

“Ooohh, sexy Nico pictures,” Nico’s sexy snarl still melted Maki, but Maki rolled her eyes at Nico rather than admit it.

“Ocean. Mount Fuji. Stars. Storms. Daughters.” Maki dropped her arms around Nico’s shoulders. “Anything but oranges.”

Nico’s lips brushed her ear, “Living here in mandarin country must be a nightmare for you.”

“I ignore them.”

“You can’t ignore Nico.” A nip on the ear, a breath blown down the neck. Maki could no longer pretend disinterest.

“Don’t want to.”

Good.”

Kissing. Nico in her lap. Nico undoing her collar. Maki giggled.

“What?!” Indignant Nico.

“Your office really is a lot like the old Idol Study room. Whiteboard. Table. You getting me out of my jacket.” More giggling. And Nico winding up to a rant.

“This is Nico’s totally grown up office. And you are Nico’s totally grown up wife.” Adorably irate, Nico tapped on Maki’s chest with a finger, two rings a solid reminder of their bond.

Maki slid her fingers through Nico’s, raising them to her lips for a bite, “Want to move to Nico’s totally grown up bed?”

A sexy, twisty kiss, “Nico will make you scream.”

“Nap time. Daughters.” Maki giggled again.

Nico frowned but then there was mischief in her eyes, before she dropped her head to kiss her way up Maki’s trembling shoulder, “Nico will make you sing.”

Maki had music and Nico and their family every day. None of her childhood dreams had been this grand. And as she began high school she’d met two of the biggest dreamers ever, Honoka, then Nico. Everything since had been a gift.

A/N: Had a sudden vision of Nico's office. Also, I miss doing these. Enjoy!